FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

--1

Things were quieting down around Nature Calls at last. Instead of a visitor every other minute, they slowed down to one every five or ten minutes. Marcus saw that his supplementary work with fellow bouncer Kenneth was no longer needed.

"I figure I'm gonna go clock out now," the bull said with bleary orange eyes. There were sweat stains around the neck and armpits of his block-lettered security shirt. "Fucking summer nights, I hate 'em. My ass crack is like a swamp."

Kenneth eyed a visitor's driver license dispassionately, then handed it back and nodded at the hopeful young man. The visitor passed between the strapping bodies of the bouncers, themselves a taste of the meat which waited inside. "Thanks for coming when I called," Kenneth said, offering the bull a handshake. Marcus squeezed his hand tightly.

"Now I don't owe you shit," Marcus grinned, showing clenched flat teeth.

Hunky cobra Kenneth leaned back against his side of the threshold. He flitted his forked tongue to taste the air. He said with a smile on his snout but coldness in his yellow eyes, "Oh, you don't like working with me?" His tone was only just playful. Most, if not all of Kenneth's words were taut and deliberate. Due to this frigid personality, he was regarded as one of the club's best bouncers.

In contrast was Marcus, ever chummy and playful, and just slightly like a jock. He often invited visitors to distract themselves with his monstrously bulging package as he verified their ID. None of that happened next to stone-cold Kenneth, however, and that lack of play at the workplace was what led to his slightly grumpy mood.

"What tipped you off?" Marcus smirked.

The cobra helped another visitor. He went silent as he checked their ID. He abruptly snapped it in half and tossed the pieces into the trash can nearby. To the dismayed boy, he said, "Nice try, but come back in a few years."

Marcus looked after the boy. He was an alarmingly fine ferret looking every bit of twenty-something and rocking fishnet and skinny jeans. "Fuck, talk about jailbait. I woulda nailed the shit outta that."

"A piece of ass isn't worth going to prison for," Kenneth said stolidly, crossing his arms.

The bull looked at Kenneth and smiled. "What do you think, though?"

Kenneth briefly flared his hood and tasted the air again. He seemed unaware of his tics. "What do I think of what?"

"That ass," Marcus nodded at the boy, whom could still be seen walking down the sidewalk.

After a moment to consider, Kenneth admitted, "If it were legal, I'd fuck it."

Marcus waited patiently, leaning back against the other threshold and smiling at visitors as Kenneth saw them in. When there were no guests around, he moved closer to Kenneth. The cobra did not flinch away. "When do you get off?"

Kenneth smartly answered, "Half an hour."

Marcus nodded. "I was gonna fuck off from here and go down the road to Lacy Things. Want me to wait and we can go together?"

"What's your angle?" the cobra asked.

"Bonding," Marcus shrugged. "It'd just be nice to have someone to go with."

Kenneth hummed softly as he mulled it over. He flitted his tongue again. "Lacy Things is... What's their deal? I know I've heard of the place."

A perverted grin spread across Marcus' snout. "Boys. Girlyboys, specifically. Big hips, tight asses, soft panties."

"I suppose I'll go," Kenneth nodded. "Meet me in the lounge."

--2

After he switched with his relief, Kenneth changed into his civvies and walked to the employee lounge. There he found Marcus sitting on a plush couch, texting or playing games on his cell phone. Kenneth didn't know what exactly he was doing, nor did he care. He looked down at the bull and their eyes locked.

"Hey, there you are," Marcus said coolly. "Wanna go?"

"Mhm."

Most of the Nature Calls employees had cars; dancers and managers in particular drove very nice ones, but the bartenders and bouncers did not do poorly, either. But Marcus and Kenneth, as with many other workers there, lived within a short walk of the club. They rarely wasted the gas to commute. It made things much simpler now as they walked down the block.

As they passed other clubs, none of which seemed as lively or well-staffed as their branch of the nationwide Nature Calls, Marcus thought aloud: "The gay clubs around here do so much better than the hetero ones, don't you think?"

"I've never thought about it," Kenneth evenly admitted. "As it turns out, I like women just fine."

The bull glanced at Kenneth and smiled. "But you like men, too?"

"Of course I do," the cobra shrugged. "And you like men exclusively. So what?"

"So what, yeah," Marcus smirked.

Lacy Things came into view. Its garish pink neon and name made the casual observer think of tits, but there were none inside. The signage on the sidewalk out front and in the windows made it very clear that it was a sissy boy haven.

Kenneth paused with his hands in his pockets as he perused the standing sign out front. It read like a menu, minus prices. Tonight's acts, it said. Each name was on a different line. The flowery prose made him shake his head. "Coquettish Calvin, Sweet Seth, Gentle Garret... Ugh."

The bull laughed and read a few lines for himself. "Racy Rex, Teasing Tai, Darling Desmond, Petite Payton." He faked a retch. "Who comes up with these names?"

Kenneth started for the door. "As long as they know how to move, I don't care what their names are." Marcus followed closely and silently agreed.

In spite of the taut boys within, the bouncer was not at all indicative. He was as far opposite as possible; a tall black bear whom was every bit as massive as the eight-foot-five and eight-foot-six Marcus and Kenneth, respectively. However, he was affable when he checked their IDs and let them inside.

--3

Lacy Things was not as tackily pink as its facade and title suggested. Its color scheme consisted of deep mauve and a nearly black shade of indigo. The dancers, whom were flawlessly twinkish and of varying species, all wore panties and stockings, and sometimes teddies and arm warmers. All garments were colored within the moody gamut of the club.

The twinks provided deliciously personal shows. Kenneth and Marcus watched as a needful fellow leaning over the stage was given a toe to briefly suckle by the effeminate skunk on stage.

"Heh, they're really touchy-feely here," Marcus chuckled to Kenneth, nudging his shoulder.

"So is Nature Calls," Kenneth answered unremarkably. "I've seen our dancers get handjobs on stage. Makes me wish I had rhythm," he said dryly, with a thin smile to match.

A young bunny with black panties and a tiny bowtie approached the studs. He stood barely chest high to them. His long ears were folded back, thus providing no illusions of height. With paws clasped before his belly, he said in gentle tones, "Hello, sirs, and welcome to Lacy Things. Would you like a table and some menus?" He alternated his gaze coolly between the studs. "Or would you prefer to mingle about?" he smiled. "As you can see, our stages are all red-hot, and the ATMs in the foyer provide singles only if you need any," he winked.

Kenneth had already sized the bunny up. Marcus was still checking him out when the snake said, "We'd like a table and some menus. I'm starving."

"And I'm pretty thirsty," Marcus concurred.

"But of courses, sirs. This way," said the bunny, leading the bull and cobra deeper into the lowly-lit club. He gestured them to a free two-person table in a portion of the club which looked to be a dining area, though it had a view of the stage nearby which an endearing gecko boy worked to the delight of the patrons.

Marcus and Kenneth took their seats and grabbed the menus on the table. "Please don't hesitate to flag myself or any other waiters down when you're ready to order, sirs," he cooed. With that he trotted off, his taut butt prominent beneath his cotton tail.

"Cute kid," Marcus chuckled. "Wonder if he's up for grabs."

"Bunnies don't do it for me," Kenneth calmly said, perusing the menu. "I like something with a tail you can hold onto."

"Control freak," the bull grinned.

"Look, they have hamburgers," Kenneth said, looking across the table at Marcus. "I wonder how many they could make out of you."

"Yeah, and you'd make an awesome pair of boots," Marcus sniped back, then stuck out his tongue. "Pick whatever you want, I'm buying."

"I can pay for my own dinner," Kenneth said, neither moved nor offended by the offer.

Marcus settled on what he wanted and set the menu down. "I'm sure you can, but hey, this was my idea. Let me pay, all right?"

"If you want to," Kenneth shrugged. "I think I'll get the chili-cheese fries. And a beer."

"Poppers for me. Beer too," Marcus chuckled. "Where's that boy at?"

The studs glanced about. What they saw nearest them was not wearing the black attire of the waiting staff, but they didn't yet know of that convention. All they saw was a twink walking across the floor unoccupied, and they needed service. "Hey, over here," Marcus called.

"Darling" Desmond approached with a quizzical smile. His role was one of dancing and the occasional gratification of VIPs. He was a very pretty fox-raccoon boy with nice hips, a round ass, shiny blonde hair, and a coy smile. "Yyyes?" he asked, clasping his paws behind his back.

Kenneth had already figured out that the boy wasn't a waiter. Marcus was more fatigued and therefore slower on the uptake. "Hey, cutie, we wanna order."

The foxcoon swayed his big, black-banded tail with an air of mischief. He looked first to Kenneth, whose yellow eyes were much more commanding and dangerous than Marcus' gaze. The snake shrugged as if to apologize. "Well, what would you like to order?" Desmond said specifically to Marcus. He put a knee up on the bull's lap and wrapped an arm around his middle. "Mmm, you smell nice, like you just got off work. Love that real man smell. Is it gonna be a lapdance? Those start at two-fifty."

Marcus blinked. "What? No, hey, I wanted something to eat," the bull blurted out. Kenneth snickered at the confusion.

Desmond considered spinning that into an offer for other, more lurid services, but he let it pass. "Oh, you're looking for a waiter," he giggled. "I'll go fetch somebody for you."

Anybody who made Marcus look like an ass was a friend in Kenneth's book. And besides that, the fox was quite cute and had a very long, plush tail which could undoubtedly be used for leverage. "Do you have VIP rooms here?" he asked.

The foxcoon had just started off on his way. He turned just his head to look at Kenneth, then turned his whole body too. "We do, sir." He smiled. "But you're not VIPs, are you?"

Kenneth looked to Marcus and smirked. To Desmond he said, "We're shareholders from Nature Calls, a neighboring club." He wasn't lying. All employees were given stock options. He didn't know if the bull had taken any interest in his. He steepled his fingers and touched the bottom of his chin with the tips, then flitted his tongue. "And we might be interested in investing in Lacy Things, but we do want to keep this on the down low, you understand?"

Desmond smiled brightly. "Nature Calls? Oh, I love going there... And of course, I understand," he cooed. "I'll see to it that you have VIP access, and any boys you want are yours."

The foxcoon started to turn again. "Actually," Kenneth said sharply, "we wanted you."

Marcus grinned and watched as the fox finished his turn. He admired the boy's shapely ass. Desmond looked over his shoulder again and smiled suspiciously, but with playfulness in his shallow green eyes. "I'm looking forward to meeting your every need." He walked off.

"What did you just do?" Marcus laughed. "Shareholders? What even?"

Kenneth sat back, feeling proud of himself. "I'm getting us laid, that's what."

--4

The bunny returned and took the studs' orders, which by then had expanded to include an extra plate of chili-cheese fries.

It had been Kenneth's every intention to eat his food before pursuing the foxcoon. He couldn't speak for Marcus, but the bull seemed to defer to his lead. A slight wrench in the plans was their server: Desmond himself. He gingerly held the tray to his hip and served the studs with a mellow smile. "You had the poppers, sir?"

"I did, thanks," Marcus said.

"Thank you," Kenneth said when he was served. He sipped his beer and sighed in refreshment.

"But of course," Desmond cooed. He hugged the tray and swished his tail before he asked somewhat hesitantly, "Could I ask your names, sirs? For the VIP registry."

Marcus looked at Kenneth with a bit of worry but the snake was cool enough to swallow boiling water and spit out ice cubes. "I'm Kenneth Orr," he said coolly, "security at Nature Calls and stock holder." He looked across the table at Marcus. So did Desmond.

The bull faltered for a moment, then smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I'm a little tired. Uh, Marcus Blackshear." He nodded at Kenneth. "Same job, same--, you know, everything as him."

Notably, Desmond had nothing to write on. He nevertheless said calmly, "I'll see to it that you two are registered. Oh, and," he smiled and tucked the tray under an arm, then offered his paw, "my name is Desmond, mister Orr, and mister Blackshear," he cooed, shaking their hands. "I'm definitely eager to make your an evening a pleasant one."

Kenneth smiled subtly. "I'll bet you are, Desmond. Hmm, that's a lovely tail you've got."

The foxcoon smiled back but broadly. He held up his tail with the other arm and said, "Oh, this old thing? It gets the job done." Then his smile became noticeably more coy. "Would you care to touch it, sir?"

"Please," Kenneth calmly said. Desmond came near and the cobra stroked down the length of the boy's fluffy tail, taking pains to only go with the grain of the fur. He ended his touch with a pat on the behind. "Very nice. You must use some expensive shampoo on that."

Marcus licked his lips and huffed at the sight of Desmond's rear in profile. Before Desmond could reply to Kenneth's remark, Marcus said, "Could I feel too?"

The twink looked down to Kenneth, whom nodded. Desmond then padded near the bull and twisted on his heel, presenting his backside to the bovine. His tail swayed slowly from side to side. "Touch me all you like, handsome. VIPs can touch all they want."

With a big smile, Marcus wrapped Desmond's tail about his neck like a feather boa. He grasped one plush cheek, then the other, and kneaded them firmly through his mauve panties. "Mmm, wow," Marcus snorted, "it's so soft and hot. How do you maintain a round butt like this?"

Desmond giggled and pushed back against Marcus' paws. Kenneth watched with a sneer as he ate his fries. "Being a twink isn't about having zero percent body fat, sir," he said over his shoulder. "You'll notice, if you feel higher," and Marcus did just this, stroking his flanks and belly, "that you can't easily feel my ribs."

"Yeah, now that you mention it," Marcus murmured. He was getting hard feeling Desmond up.

"Compared to my peers here, I'm chubby," he chuckled.

Marcus stroked now over Desmond's smooth belly. It had the slightest amount of give. "Chubby," he snickered. "More like perfect. Goddamn."

The foxcoon gently pulled out of the bovine's grasp. "Thank you," he purred. "I'll catch you handsome fellows later, please enjoy your meal."

Kenneth watched Desmond go calmly, with one leg folded over the other and an elbow on the table. "That's a hot little slice."

Marcus scooted up closer to the table to hide his erection. "I don't even wanna eat this stuff now," he smirked. "I wanna eat that ass."

--5

Not long after the studs finished their meal, Desmond came near again holding a pair of laminated badges. They were colored white, bearing their names in indigo print and the club's title in gold filigree in the bottom right corner. He presented them to the cobra and bull simultaneously in outstretched palms. "Here you go," he grinned. "VIP passes. Nothing in Lacy Things is off limits to you boys."

"Nothing, huh?" Marcus smiled, hooking a finger in the waistband of Desmond's panties.

The foxcoon giggled and pulled away to stretch them out. Marcus withdrew his finger and the panties snapped onto Desmond's hip, making him gasp. "Mmm, nothing at all. You boys can go anywhere, do anyone," he winked, leaning in close to Kenneth. He pecked the cobra on the lips. The scaly stud in turn flicked his tongue on Desmond's nose, then kissed back.

"As VIPs, we'd like to be shown to a private room," Kenneth firmly said.

"Of course. Come this way, sirs. Your table will be cleared for you."

Desmond led the studs to an elevator and took them down. After a short trip in which Desmond impassively faced the doors and the studs contemplated what they would do with their young fuckthing, the silver doors parted with a gentle chime and presented to the trio a great circular lobby. There was sparse activity in here, specifically a few VIPs being led to rooms by boys like Desmond. Others were leaving, walking up to the elevator. When the trio stepped out, a VIP quickly took it.

The fox looked over his shoulder and flashed a smile. "This way, sirs. Gratification awaits," he winked.

The circling wall of the underground lobby was broken up by evenly-spaced doors, all but two leading to VIP rooms, the others housing utilities. Desmond took his escorts into one of the nearer open doors. The lights came up to a warm level automatically to greet them. As the studs passed into the room, Desmond closed and locked the door, then stepped up behind them and set his paws on their hips.

"Make yourselves comfortable, sirs," Desmond cooed. Kenneth briefly rubbed the boy's head, then down his neck and shoulder blade. Marcus unbuttoned his shirt (normal pull-over shirts were incompatible with his horns) then worked on his fly.

The VIP room bore the Lacy Things decor with mauve and indigo accents on the furniture and carpeting. For seating arrangements, there was an armchair, a plush leather sofa which could seat perhaps three studs as enormous as Kenneth and Marcus, and a king-sized bed behind a translucent silk curtain. There was no dancing pole here.

Marcus stripped down to a steel-gray jockstrap which barely contained his bulging genitals, then sat on the sofa. Kenneth peeled his own shirt up and off then did away with his jeans and his boxers underneath. Doing so exposed his colossal uncut shaft and the balls below it, the scale of which saw Desmond compare them to oranges. His scrotum was the same off-yellow shade as his inner hide, but his penis was muted pink.

Desmond was far from shy. He hefted Kenneth's flaccid shaft with a smile on his face and a swish in his tail. "Gosh, this is so big," cooed the boy as he fondled it and teased beneath the hood of the foreskin with a blunt claw. He asked in general, "How shall we proceed?"

As his member slowly hardened, Kenneth hissed and said to the boy with a stroke under his chin, "First things first, I'd feel better with some protection."

The foxcoon giggled, not at all offended. Still holding Kenneth's largely flaccid cock in one paw, he pointed with the other at the en suite restroom. "There's a dispenser in there, sir." He glanced at Marcus' clothed crotch and said thoughtfully, "I wouldn't bother with anything but the magnums."

"I didn't intend on it," Kenneth stated as he disappeared into the restroom.

Desmond knelt upon Marcus' thighs and pressed his own meager package against what lie in the bull's jock. He frotted slowly and kissed the bovine stud's lips. "How would you like to fuck me, handsome?"

Marcus smirked sleazily. He had been waiting all night to hear that. "First," he growled, "I wanna tongue that ass until I hit your tonsils."

"Ooh, yeah," Desmond crooned. His own penis was but a nub against Marcus' meat. He still ground eagerly into the bull's jock, the fabric of which was beginning to strain against the size of his erection.

Kenneth returned with a few rubbers in various tacky colors and some packets of lube from another dispenser. "Going first?" he asked Marcus with a smirk.

The foxcoon peeked back at Kenneth and smiled. "I'm sure I could accommodate both of you."

"Is that so," Kenneth said, stressing his fricatives. "No need, I can wait for a bit," he then said more smoothly, taking to the armchair which faced the sofa. "I heard something about tonguing ass. I'd like to see that."

Desmond giggled devilishly and pressed closer to Marcus. He ground his panty-clad cock against the bull's iron abs. Knowing full well that the bull's horns were a source of pride, Desmond reached up and stroked them appreciatively. "What a big rack you have, sir. Such a masculine creature..."

Marcus snorted in excitement and stopped just short of dragging his hooves on the carpet. He gripped Desmond's round ass and the boy's cheeks vanished under his digits. "Flattery will get you everywhere, hot stuff," he laughed. He kissed Desmond harshly and slopped his big bull tongue into the twink's maw. Desmond widened his eyes in surprise but drew them to a sultry half-close as he settled in and suckled the invading tongue.

As this make-out progressed smoothly, Marcus slid his fingers under Desmond's panties and pushed them downward. Kenneth eyed the twink's fine ass cheeks when he could glimpse them around Marcus' fingers. Specifically to give peeping Kenneth a look, Marcus cupped the cheeks and pried them apart. Nestled between them and surrounded by lovingly-groomed white fur was a pink anus which winked against the cool underground air.

Kenneth sighed very softly and slowly masturbated. The large amount of pre he disgorged made his self-abuse especially smooth.

The bull broke out of the kiss and nuzzled Desmond's snout. He found it damp with runoff drool. "You're an amazing kisser," Desmond crooned.

"Thanks, baby," Marcus rumbled. "Now how's about I kiss your ass?"

"That sounds like a fantastic idea," Desmond said with a sleazy chuckle. He slipped out of Marcus' lap then slid his panties down. He took a moment to tug his stockings up and tight before he draped himself over the arm of the sofa. To offer himself best, he put his bottom up and held his tail high. "Mister Orr," he cooed as Marcus knelt on the sofa which impressively did not creak or sag, "if you'd like a warmup, I can attend to you right here."

Kenneth hummed in thought and let his tail lash over the arm of the chair. Before he took the twink up on his offer, however, he wished to watch Marcus.

"That's such a nice ass," the bull grumbled as he leaned in close and nipped the base of Desmond's tail. He then nosed into the crack and wedged the cheeks apart. Desmond's anal musk was delicate, in fact barely present at all. He lapped up through the generous cleft of Desmond's ass and coaxed a quivering moan from him. "Hah, you love the tongue, don't you?" Marcus growled before he wicked his tongue in again.

Desmond clenched against Marcus' tongue and giggled sheepishly. "I'll allow that I love very few things like I love a rimjob, sir."

The cobra rose and set the condoms and lube on the end table. He stepped up before Desmond. His enormous member hung fully erect and drizzled its pre into the carpeting. Desmond got only a taste of the chilled pre before Kenneth turned. Now the snake presented his hard ass to Desmond and he slightly inclined, putting his palms on his knees and holding his tail aloft. "Eat my ass," he hissed, "and don't be shy about it."

As he exploratively kissed and nuzzled Kenneth's flawless ass, Desmond became aware of the cold sweat covering his hide. Marcus too was a sweaty beast but Desmond was more keenly aware of the moisture on the cobra's smooth hide. Keeping himself braced on the armrest with one paw, he used the other to pull a cheek aside and when he bared the snug, fleshy pucker between, he planed a smooch on it. Kenneth hissed rather warmly.

Marcus looked over Desmond and observed his rimming with a smile. As if to show the girly boy how it was done, he buried his broad nose in Desmond's ass crack and forced his tongue deep inside of the boy's ass. Desmond gasped hotly across Kenneth's pucker and found himself spurred by the bull's behavior. He thus slapped his tongue across the cobra's asshole and began slathering and suckling it. Both receiving males moaned appreciatively and Marcus sported a sly smirk as he tongued Desmond's rectal walls so thoroughly. He reached down and freed up his member from the jock strap. It too was uncut, just as Kenneth's and Desmond's were.

Desmond let go of Kenneth's cheek and crooned as both chiseled buttocks grasped his muzzle. He found himself enveloped in the cobra's heady anal musk and the peculiar coolness of his body. These sensations had his own small penis drizzling pre onto the sofa. He dared then to wriggle his tongue past Kenneth's anus. The cobra hissed sharply and clenched, but also ground back and said, "Good boy, work it in deep."

The bull slobbered and sucked as deeply inside of Desmond's boytoy butt as he possibly could. His tongue was enormously thick and long, which was fitting for a bovine. He thought Desmond's shivering and crooning to be very rewarding and he reached up to fondle the foxcoon's small erection. Masturbating Desmond challenging due to their difference in sizes; he settled for cupping the balls and stroking the bottom of the penis with his thumb. Desmond appreciated this immensely and bucked back.

As Marcus ate him out so hungrily, Desmond reciprocated on Kenneth. Despite being a small fox with a penis to match, Desmond was gifted with a very long tongue. The cobra puffed and moaned gingerly in his appreciation of it. When Desmond reached up and wrapped his paw around the snake's penis, Kenneth gently nudged it away. "Just eat me. I'm saving that for later."

It was Desmond's job to please, not question. He closed his eyes and pressed his nose just above Kenneth's pucker as he dug his tongue in as far as possible. When he felt he was straining to wriggle it in deeper, he pulled the muscle back and swabbed the cobra's cold walls. Kenneth was ever grateful for the rimjob.

Marcus unhanded Desmond's penis then gave his own meat a tweak on the glans. The foreskin was fully retracted, baring the pinkish head. With a little grunt, he pulled his tongue free of Desmond. To his arousal, the boy was subtly agape. He briefly worked his jaw, which was sore from being held open against Desmond's rear, then patted the twink's ass. "Nice butt, kid. Really nice... Where's those rubbers, now?"

"By the armchair," Kenneth said dispassionately.

The bovine went for the rubbers and the twink's ass-munching continued uninterrupted. Marcus watched it in profile as he rolled a bubblegum-pink condom down his shaft. It occurred to him that Kenneth had a very nice and rather round ass; but neither of them had anything on Desmond, whose butt was a perfect bubble. He grabbed two packets of lube and walked lightly back to the sofa upon which he knelt again.

Marcus peeled open a packet and slathered two fingers with the contents. "Here it comes, cutie," he grinned to the slobbering fox. Desmond made a thumbs-up and Marcus went right for it. With so much saliva already inside of him, Desmond had a good coating of lube already. Marcus' fat fingers therefore entered him without much difficulty, though the twink still moaned to have something more solid than a tongue penetrating him. He clenched down snugly, and the bull began pumping with a warm smile on his face.

"This is a real cute kid we got here," he said to Kenneth. "I'm just loving this ass."

"Mmm, fuck... You should try the tongue," Kenneth sighed. "How long has he been at my asshole now?"

"Who cares?" Marcus said jovially and with a shrug. He started working his fingers apart, but that was hardly all. He twisted and spread them, repeating the gestures as many times as he felt necessary to pry open Desmond's tender entrance. Desmond's toes tellingly curled as Marcus exercised him.

The cobra glanced back at the bull whom was busy watching his own work. Humming thoughtfully, Kenneth eased away from Desmond. "That's enough, now. I imagine your tongue's probably asleep by now."

"I could keep going," Desmond wistfully cooed. He pushed back against Marcus and shuddered. "It may be odd to say, sir, but your musk... It's really quite nice. Very strong, but not off-putting."

"It's to do with what I am," Kenneth winked. He tasted the air then said, "Reptiles have very strong musk. You should stuff your face in a dragon's ass sometime." As he spoke, he walked to the armchair and again took his seat. He methodically unwrapped a condom and rolled its vibrant latex down his member. The hue of his condom was coincidentally pink like the one Marcus wore.

"I'm a little curious how you know that, Ken," Marcus grinned at the snake. Kenneth rolled his eyes but smirked. "Mmm, hey cutie, think you're stretched out enough?"

"Ooh, yeah, I was just enjoying your fingers," Desmond said with a little laugh. "How do you want me, hot stuff?"

The bull looked at the bed. "Over there. Lay on your back for me, I wanna see your cute face when I'm boning you."

As Desmond trotted to the bed, Kenneth and Marcus watched his wiggling hind-end with equal amounts of lust. Along the way after Desmond, the bull drizzled his other packet of lube on his rubber-wrapped cock. The reservoir was already slightly bloated because of his pre.

Kenneth stroked his penis slowly to maintain his erection. He reached down and rubbed the rim of his drool-covered pucker softly.

The fox pulled back the silk curtains to keep Marcus from snagging his horns on them. Then he fell back with a sigh, but when Marcus neared, he pulled up his legs and offered his slightly agape entrance to the bull. As he presented, he smiled coquettishly. "Be just as rough as you like," he winked. "I can handle you."

"I'm holding you to that one, cutie," Marcus chuckled. Only now did he think to remove his jock strap completely. He bared his big, swollen balls, which were covered with more of his brown fur instead of naked flesh. He knelt upon the bed, gripped his erection by the base and planted his free hand on the sheets. "Here it comes," he growled as he pushed his tip against Desmond's slicked, stretched anus.

A gentle hiss escaped Desmond as Marcus entered him. His grimace matched his vocalizations but he adjusted quickly to the bull's girth. His expression evened out slightly yet looked arousingly labored. "You all right?" Marcus cooed, halting just two inches inside.

"Uh-huh," Desmond sighed. "Go ahead, please..."

Marcus pushed deep inside of the lacy fuckthing. Desmond held his legs tightly not out of necessity nor convenience, but simply to squeeze something. Marcus was much too large to double over for a kiss, so Desmond instead admired the incredible musculature of his chest.

It was plain to Marcus that Desmond kept himself well-trained. Despite the overwhelming length and girth of his penis, he easily sank it to the bottom to no ill effect on the boy. The foxcoon unhanded his legs and let them fall to either side of Marcus, then he stroked the bull's chest, in particular his nipples. Marcus rumbled and snorted warmly.

"How you likin' that, babe?" Marcus grinned, looking down at Desmond's face.

The twink laughed and rubbed the bull's snout awkwardly. "You're great," he crooned.

Marcus started to pull back and so he began a slow rhythm with which to best enjoy the foxcoon. Barely three strokes in, however, Kenneth grabbed his shoulders when he was balls-deep. "Hey, what are you doing, man?" he blurted.

"This," said Kenneth, grinding his lubed tip to the bull's ass crack. He pushed it in quickly and wedged it between the cheeks, then penetrated Marcus quite efficiently.

The bull grit his teeth and lashed his tail. "Aah, shit...! Christ, I wouldn't mind that if you'd give a guy some fucking warning," Marcus panted.

"Oh, shut up," Kenneth darkly laughed with a pervading hiss. He wrapped his arms around Marcus and pushed his well-lubed penis in as deep as it could go, and in one firm shove, as Marcus had done to Desmond. Then his balls rubbed up against the bull's, and his sweaty chest pressed flush to that broad back. "Sorry, sweet thing," he said over Marcus' shoulder to Desmond. "Maybe next time I'll pay you back for that rimjob."

"No sweat. Anything for a VIP, sir," Desmond chuckled.

It took some troublesome coordination, but Marcus and Kenneth eventually worked out a rhythm which benefited all parties; Kenneth largely kept still as Marcus moved, impaling Desmond going forward and himself pulling back, held together with minute adjustments from the cobra as needed or simply when he wanted to ram it in. Kenneth caressed Marcus' bulging muscles and often traced the lines of them while Desmond's tail swished between Marcus' legs to brush the cobra's balls. The boy found his paws were put to better use upon his own small genitals.

"Would you fellows be offended if I came?" Desmond cooed.

"Not at all," Marcus smiled.

Kenneth was not so obliging: "Don't." Before Marcus could question him, Kenneth huffed, "You'll see."

This train went on for a while longer. Marcus grew noticeably more comfortable, for he ground deeply into Desmond and bucked his fine ass back roughly against the cobra. He even once invited the snake, "Hey, rut me if you think you're man enough."

"I know I am," Kenneth sneered. "Save your energy."

"What for?" the bull asked with a snort.

Kenneth tasted the air again. "Just because." He hugged close to the bull again and practically rode him as he bucked into Desmond. He considerately asked the twink, "Are you much of a size queen?"

"Well, yes," Desmond admitted.

"And what's the biggest you've ever had?" the cobra pressed.

"Ah, um," Desmond giggled, "I don't know the diameter of his penis, but I was once reamed by a dragon whose horns touched the ceiling..."

"Mm, perfect," Kenneth uttered to the bewilderment of Marcus. Desmond's interest was piqued, but he kept quiet.

A few repetitions came to pass, then Kenneth eased out of the bull. His asshole was very gaped but Kenneth spent no time admiring the damage. He moved to lay beside Desmond, and then he said to Marcus, "Pull out now."

"Pah, fine," Marcus grunted. "All I want is to bust a nut here..."

"Now, Desmond," Kenneth said with a grin much too wide to be friendly, "have a seat." And he gestured to his own fat, rubber-wrapped cock.

"Out of one fire and into another," Desmond teased, sitting up with some noted difficulty. His anal entrance was terribly gaped by Marcus, yet that was rather fortunate given the similar size of Kenneth. He sat down facing the snake and impaled himself with little difficulty. He soon wound up seated on the snake's loins and he sighed at the full feeling. "Mmm, god, you've both got perfect cocks."

"You like them both, huh?" Kenneth smiled. "That's just perfect, then. Marcus?"

The bull was not as clever as the cobra, but a knowing smile spread across his handsome snout. "Yeah?"

"Ever done a DP before?" the cobra asked. It was arguably a question for Desmond, too. From the boy's sudden blush and how he splayed his ears with obvious worry, Kenneth guessed the answer was a no.

Marcus answered, "Just once." He knelt on the bed between Kenneth's widely parted legs and notched his penis up against the boy's pucker, which was already pulled so taut that it seemed unlikely that he could accept another insertion.

"I'm, um, willing to try," Desmond murmured as he rose up on Kenneth's shaft. He took a guess as to when he was right about on the snake's tip and nothing more, then he looked back at Marcus and said with a rueful smile, "Please be gentle."

"Wouldn't think of doing it any different, hon," Marcus cooed. There was a necessary roughness to a double-penetration, however. Working Desmond's asshole open into that painful oval shape demanded by such an act resulted in much hissing and whining from the boy whom pressed back against Marcus and closed his eyes tightly. Undoubtedly he was fighting back tears; but he took the dual entry admirably, all things considered.

"Ah, there we go," Marcus murmured as he too was inside of Desmond. He pushed his penis as flush to Kenneth's as possible before goading Desmond to lower himself.

The twink fox did so very carefully, huffing and grunting every few inches. Taking so much meat was a badge of honor for a fox, of course. He told himself that a lesser faggot would have given up or outright refused and it was this resolve which got him down to the bottom. Because of the way their penises pulled apart despite them mashing their balls together so aggressively, Desmond could not bottom out completely; but three-quarters was an admirable amount of cock for anybody.

Without being told, Desmond started to ride. Marcus and Kenneth heaped on the praise, Marcus with lurid observations as to Desmond's prowess and Kenneth with more subtle compliments on his girly prettiness and how tasty he looked in his lacy garments. They fondled and rubbed his thick-hipped body, and Kenneth in particular masturbated the boy.

"Uhn, good god," Desmond sighed, riding the beastly studs partially for pleasure, but also out of a sense of duty to the club. He doubted they would have minded if he wished to cut out early but it simply wouldn't do to short-change a pair of VIPs - even though he knew them to be bogus liars. "I-is this," he shuddered, "very good for you, sirs?"

"Oh, yeah," Marcus groaned, giving Desmond's nipples a rub. "I'm close, cutie..."

"So am I," Kenneth sighed, taking a moment to taste the air. "You've never done this before, and that's apparent," he said with no malice, "but you're taking it wonderfully."

"Thank you," Desmond cooed. "I loved eating your sweaty ass, handsome," he winked.

Kenneth chuckled with a hiss. "The pleasure was mutual, boy. Let's hope it isn't the only time."

"Uhn, fuck," Marcus snorted. "What a night."

"I'll admit, they usually don't go like this," Desmond awkwardly laughed. "And, ah, I feel like I'm about to pop..."

Marcus felt around Desmond's hips but kept out of the way of Kenneth's stroking. "Go for it, you cute little thing," he cooed. "You sure as fuck earned it."

"I suppose I have," Desmond sighed, "though at Lacy Things, the clients come first..."

Kenneth rubbed Desmond's cocktip in particular with his thumb. The twink gasped and whined, baring his teeth in a grimace. This moment of pleasure locked up Desmond's rectal muscles and the sudden pressure around both cocks caused him immense pleasure. It went both ways, for Kenneth and Marcus both groaned, the latter much more noisily.

Whimpering with pleasure, Desmond came into Kenneth's cold hand. The snake hissed lewdly. "Good boy, very good..."

"Oh, god," Desmond bleated, his small body quaking.

"Shit," Marcus puffed. He hugged Desmond but not too tightly. His muscular body trembled, then he snorted into the boy's hair, blasting it into disarray. He came suddenly, bloating his condom with incredible amounts of potent bovine spunk. The sudden ballooning of the rubber put pressure on parts of Desmond's body which he wasn't even aware existed, and the twink yowled with pleasure too. He did not ejaculate any more than he already had, but he pressed flush to Marcus and whimpered as he rode out his afterglow.

Kenneth ground up into the stationary twink and his taut walls to get the last bit of stimulation that he needed. He needed only very little, and before Desmond and Marcus were even through with their afterglow, the cobra gasped, then hissed, and finally shot his own load, bloating his condom to the same proportions of Marcus'.

"Ah, oh, shit," Desmond whimpered. "Help me off, please... I need to relax."

Marcus hoisted the boy easily but gently. Both shafts popped out of him, the overfilled reservoirs of the condoms a moment later. Desmond lie then on the bed, belly-down and tail up. His anus was terrifically gaped and swollen but it was at least a normal, circular shape.

The studs tied their condoms off and left them on the bed to worry about later. They briefly shared looks then closed in on Desmond, nearing his abused butt from both sides. "That was fun," Marcus said.

"Now we want to take care of you a little bit, fox boy," Kenneth hissed.

As the phony VIPs dipped their tongues into Desmond's asshole and slathered his sore walls with soothing drool, the fox smiled and closed his eyes. His tail swished and his toes curled. He didn't regret giving them VIP passes at all.