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Most people came to the café to relax, maybe do some work or surf the web, perhaps get a drink of some sort, and just generally hang out. Dean was there for a very different purpose: to score.

Maybe he’d have better luck in a bar. But the challenge was part of the fun.

His eyes scanned over the smattering of patrons surreptitiously, trying not to be too obvious about his ‘window shopping.’ Mostly younger people, as usual, though he was fairly certain they were all old enough for his tastes - he avoided jailbait, that wasn’t his kind of thrill. No, a twenty-something woman was best, young enough to still look in the prime of her life but old enough to be experienced in adult matters. And hey, if they looked twenty-something but were older, that didn’t bother him in the slightest. There weren’t a lot of options there today, but there were a couple that seemed to fit the bill.

He had to be careful, of course. Dean knew someone could very well take him the wrong way, even if he was a pretty small and mousy guy - five-eight was a stretch, and he wasn’t exactly boxing heavyweight, but just trolling around the way he did could be seen as threatening. He wasn’t trying to grab someone and take them against their will - far from it, those types of people were detestable. But someone hanging out in a café looking for people who might be willing to bang didn’t exactly seem much better at first glance. His modus operandi was straightforward - find one person, approach, propose, and get it on in the restroom if they were down for it or take a hike if they weren’t. Again, maybe better accomplished in the bar, but Dean didn’t drink, and didn’t cotton to drunken harlots who were as likely to hurl as put out. Respectable women spent more time in cafés than bars, and that was more his type.

The tricky part was getting a respectable woman to want to get it on in a café bathroom. Not many went for it - they were doing other things, weren’t ready for a romp, had any number of excuses. Well, he wasn’t there to bat 1.000, or even .100 really. But there were enough that maybe once every couple of months he was able to get frisky. And that was good enough for him to keep his efforts going. It wasn’t the only way he got action, but it was his favorite - the thrill of a sort-of hunt, and in a sort-of public place, just...thrilled him, for lack of a more unique word.

Today was a day like any other, and he had just decided on his target - a long-haired brunette with glasses, maybe a touch taller than him but fairly slender, looking at her phone and drinking some kind of tea. She looked like the kind of girl who didn’t get a lot of propositions on account of being a nerd and not well-endowed or traditionally beautiful, but Dean didn’t really care about that - appearance wasn’t nothing but there was a lot to appreciate about that look. Maybe because he kind of had it himself, he didn’t wear glasses and he kept his hair clean-cut and short, but he knew he still had the look of someone into books rather than balls. Either way, perhaps she would be too shy but she was the most eye-catching to him, so he stood up and sauntered over, trying to look as casual as possible. “Hey there, sugar. How’s it going?”

He’d seen every reaction to one of his approaches, but her look of mild asperity was an uncommon one. “Do you approach strangers in cafés like this all the time?”

“Only the attractive ones. The name’s Dean, what’s yours?”

She was quiet for a moment, as if contemplating whether to tell him. Eventually, she did. “Deidre. If you’re going to try to rope me into a pyramid scheme or something, I’m not interested.”

“Nah, nothing so major. I just wanted to know if you wanted to meet in the bathroom for some, ah, fun.”

Her expression remained so utterly neutral that he wasn’t sure if she knew what he meant. “I suppose I don’t have to ask what you mean, if you’re being that coy. What makes you think I don’t have a husband, or a boyfriend?”

Dean had no clue, of course - it was more or less a toss-up shot whether they did or not. But his response was the same either way. “Does it matter? He doesn’t have to know. I ain’t looking to make this a long-term thing - just one quick shot and I’m outta your life. Nice and simple, no muss no fuss.”

“None for you, maybe. You’re a bold one, though...I’ll give you credit for that.” Deidre swished her hair out of her face and gave him a slight coy smile. “I’ll meet you there in a couple.”

Dean’s eyes lit up. “It’s a deal, sweetheart.”

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Another reason Dean liked the café better than the bar: cleaner bathrooms. More spacious, too.

It still wasn’t a done deal - he’d been no-showed before, it happened. But as he dropped trou, exposing himself in preparation for the fun, he had a good feeling about this one. Deidre seemed like she appreciated a guy with stones like his, which meant she probably had a bold streak herself. Some girls looked innocent but had that real spunk that so many guys underestimated, but he reveled in.

He was already nice and stiff, trying to avoid overstimulating himself but finding it almost impossible not to touch himself a bit. His fingers clutched a condom tight - no way he was going to risk knocking someone up any more than necessary. These were meant to be quick things, not something that he’d pay for for years. And of course there was the outside chance that someone would come in, but the café had been pretty empty, and he’d never been caught with his pants down before, so that wasn’t too terribly on his mind.

His heart was beating quickly as the seconds ticked by. It was taking her a while, but maybe she just didn’t want anyone suspecting she was going to meet him...some people worried about that no matter how alone they really were. He tried to keep calm, telling himself that it hadn’t even been that long, it just felt like it, and he needed to be patient so that he didn’t look like a flustered mess when Deidre got there-

Suddenly the door pushed open. He rose up a bit, face etched with eagerness...which rapidly turned to shock and terror. That was most definitely NOT Deidre - unless she had suddenly transformed into a very large, very MALE rhinoceros anthro. And one who looked somewhere between pissed and furious at that. And that was a bad time to have one’s pants off. “S-sorry! I...just...you know...got the u-urge, and all that-”

“Urge. Right.” The door had swung shut, and the rhino approached him, leaning down. And he had quite a ways to lean - if he wasn’t two feet taller than Dean he was close. And about broad enough for three of him. Rhinos were nothing to sneeze at, his leather vest and ragged jean shorts left plenty of his muscled body to behold, as if he’d designed his garments specifically to accentuate how much he had over Dean. “You’re Dean? The little twit looking for Deidre?”

His heart skipped a beat. WAS it her? That would have been a hell of a feat… “Y-you’re...n-not…”

“No, I’m not. I’m Tor. Her boyfriend.”

Terror struck even harder. A pissed-off boyfriend was bad enough...a pissed-off RHINO boyfriend was about thirty times worse. And now he knew it had been a set-up - Deidre had meant for him to be ambushed, there was no way she had any intent of taking his dick if she was getting humped by a fucking rhino on the regular. Especially one built like Tor. “P-please...I’m s-sorry, I didn’t...I didn’t know she...she didn’t, uh, really say...p-please don’t hurt me, I won’t…”

The rhino snorted and grabbed him roughly, before he could pull up his pants, and thumped him over the counter with the sinks, making him grunt as he felt the mild blow to his gut...it could have been a lot worse, Tor could have shoved him way harder. But face-down on the counter wasn’t exactly a nice place to be, and with one arm pinned behind his back, he was starkly vulnerable to whatever he had in store. But it wasn’t what he expected, when he felt Tor lean over him.

“I could hurt you a LOT. But there’s no point. You don’t threaten me. You’re just a little kinky shit who thought with his dick rather than his brain. Probably do that a lot. But, you wanted to get your rocks off...so I’m gonna get them off for you.”

Dean’s breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t mean that! But, he heard the shuffling of fabric and the slumping of something to the floor...and then felt it. Oh, he FELT it. That fucking monster felt like a freaking arm was rubbing back there, so much longer and thicker than his own, and there was no question how he intended to use it. One thing Dean wasn’t was gay; another thing he wasn’t was experienced. But if Tor planned to use it, there was no way he was getting away from it, and this was a hell of an introduction to anal sex.

“Cute that you brought a condom. I didn’t, and that thing ain’t gonna fit me.” Oh, that was even worse. Okay, maybe he was really unlikely to catch anything from an anthro, but it did mean he was gonna feel an entire load dumped into his bowels, and from a cock like that there were probably some pretty heavy balls backing that up...which meant he wasn’t going to have a hope in hell of not leaking all over the place as he tried to get out. And there was no way he was getting out of it unless he spent hours in here trying to vacate everything that was pumped into him, if he even could.

“Better try to keep it down, unless you want everyone running in to see you get dicked like this.” Tor’s warning was even more alarming - getting caught with his pants down in a normal case would have been bad, but getting seen like this would have been a hundred times more humiliating. He’d never be able to shake the impression that left, and he knew that that could get him a reputation he wasn’t looking for. If nothing else, he had to keep himself quiet…

And he very quickly got a tutorial on how hard that would be when Tor suddenly shoved several inches of thick rhino cock into his asshole without warning. It was all he could do not to scream out, his free hand clutching the rim of the sink in white-knuckled desperation as he slammed his mouth shut and tried to stifle the furious sounds trying to come out. It definitely hurt, his virgin ass was in no way ready for something that big...he was probably lucky it wasn’t unfathomable agony, merely severe.

He felt something wet gush inside him, and heard a snort from Tor as he pulled back...even pulling back hurt, though less than the initial entry, and he felt something smearing around, soothing the ache a touch. Then Tor bucked in again, harder, deeper, and the pain returned rapidly, though duller this time...the rhino’s precum was making it less agonizing, his passage getting wetter and slightly more receptive to the intrusion, though clearly it wasn’t going to be relaxing for that log any time soon. And it continued that way...it was a slow build-up, Tor would pull out, pumping pre into him in gushes that were bigger than Dean’s whole loads, then pound in a couple inches deeper into his gut, spreading that ache around more and more, while he tried to keep his mouth closed around his cries, muffling them at least enough that the whole café wouldn’t hear them.

After about half a dozen of these, Tor gave one last shove and Dean felt the rough hide smack against his ass. One last spreading of the ache...it had actually died down a bit, he still felt a fierce throbbing but less awful that he thought it was going to be. At least that would help him keep quiet if he wasn’t feeling the need to scream all the time. He expected it to get rougher from there, but Tor wasn’t moving, staying buried inside him, almost to the point where he wanted to snap at the rhino to get on with it already...and then he saw the rhino’s free arm above him, holding a phone in his hand.

Is he taking a fucking selfie?

Tor noticed his gaze and grinned. “Just gotta get a pic for my girl. Heh, she’s a fine one...loves seeing her boyfriend balls-deep in skeevy pricks who try to hit on her and don’t care if she’s taken. Sometimes she even watches while I do it...you’re probably lucky that she’s not, otherwise everyone WOULD know in the end, she’d make sure of it. Guess she thought you were a lesser offender.”

Dean merely groaned in response. He’d known it was a set-up, and now he knew just how MUCH of a set-up. He’d seen some kinksters who hid behind demure façades before, but never anything like this...now he’d probably never be able to do this again without thinking about the possibility of something like this happening. This had to be a rare one, but one time was all the impression he needed…

Tor pushed him a bit more firmly against the counter as he finished his picture taking, and Dean suddenly got another shock. The tip of his own cock had smacked against the surface...his own, incredibly hard and drippy cock. What the fuck?! How do I have a goddamn boner NOW?! He’d not even noticed, so focused he’d been on the ache and on remaining silent...he was entirely sure his stiffy had died out the moment he saw the big rhino approaching, but either it hadn’t or it had come back. From being impaled on a dick that was too big for him, no less. That made no sense to him, he wasn’t gay…

And then Tor pulled out and thrust in again, and Dean’s thoughts were forced back to staying quiet. Because if he thought Tor had been pushing hard on him before, now he was starting to get the full measure of a rhino fuck. Nearly half that enormous dick was thumping into him with loud squelches, then being jerked out to impale him all over again. His body had gotten marginally accustomed to having the thing inside him, but its movements still carried a good degree of discomfort that he was certain wasn’t going to go away any time soon. He was already filled to the brim with fluids, so much was leaking out whenever Tor pulled out, it was making the sounds of his thrusts louder and…

Oh, motherfucker. Dean’s pants were still around his ankles, almost right above where cock was meeting ass...every drool of precum getting pulled out of his ass was splattering directly onto his pants and underwear, soaking them in rhino-musky wetness. He was never going to be able to walk out without everyone smelling the scent on him, everyone knowing exactly what he’d been up to in that bathroom...and if there were any big anthro males in that café as he tried to make his exit, they’d be LOOKING for him next time, he knew how they tended to aim for people who seemed to dig that sort of thing and they weren’t easy to say no to…

With a grunt, Tor pulled out and thrust in even harder, almost angled down a bit and sending another fierce blow into Dean...his mouth shot open, but it wasn’t a cry that came out, but a strained moan. That thrust had mashed a spot hard that he had heard about but never thought about playing around with...and that had his cock jerking harder against the counter, rubbing against the surface and stimulating him even more, enough that he couldn’t have held it back. It was a sound impossible to mistake, and Tor chuckled in slightly mocking fashion. “Hah, that’s a cute little sound. Guess you don’t really care how you get off, so long as you do...good, I love when a bitch gets into it as much as I do.”

Tor stepped up the pace again, making sure to thrust just right to nail Dean’s prostate as hard as he could each time, getting progressively louder moans out of the human each time. He was trying, but couldn’t hold it back anymore...his face was flushed in humiliating embarrassment, but Dean couldn’t reject the assertion that he was getting into it way more than he should have been. It didn’t matter that every thrust still spread a potent ache throughout his torso, it didn’t matter that his clothes were getting soaked in rhino precum, it didn’t matter that he was utterly trapped and unable to do anything to get away...hell, maybe that was what was making him so aroused. He could barely understand what was going on, anything he thought he knew was out the window, he didn’t know what to make of it, except he was rock-hard and on the verge of cumming from being essentially raped in a bathroom by a muscle-bound male. And so help him, he was enjoying it.

So much so that when it hit, he couldn’t even find the wherewithal to bite back his cry, certainly loud enough to be heard from outside the bathroom, as he surrendered to the pain and pleasure, shooting his load wildly onto the floor and the counter surface. His ass tensed down on the intruding cock hard, rhythmically, making the feelings get so much stronger, both the good and the bad, though at this point he wasn’t even sure the bad feelings really WERE, he felt as much like he was getting off on the pain as the pleasure from his mauled prostate. Then he heard a deep snort and growl, and suddenly Tor was jackhammering in, short and quick thrusts as his cock throbbed...and then he felt it, while in the midst of his own climax, Dean felt the first thick glob of rhino cum penetrate his body.

It was unlike anything he could really have imagined...well, maybe except for the precum that had already been gushed into him during the encounter, but even that didn’t quite compare. That was thinner and runnier, nothing like the goop that was splashing into him now...it felt tough, sticky, slimy, like it was clinging to his walls as it pumped out from Tor into him. It was grody, disgusting, degrading, and it was fucking fantastic. He could feel his ass twisting and writhing on that spurting cock, almost like he was milking it, trying to suck more of it into his body, more of that really made him feel like he’d been used and conquered...like he was trying to replace the seed he’d shot out from himself, painting the floor and counter quite thoroughly. He’d never cum so hard as he did from this deep dicking, not even from the women he’d gotten to agree to a romp…

He felt Tor let go of him, though he wasn’t moving anywhere off of the sink, his breaths coming in heavy pants as he felt the pleasure high fade away, replaced by a thorough exhaustion. He felt Tor pull out, shoot the last of his load onto Dean’s asscheeks, back, taint, and even his balls and his cock, getting them all nice and wet with musky rhino spunk. He could already feel cum leaking out of him, dripping onto his clothes below, ensuring they too got the same treatment, far more of a mess than he could ever hope to clean up before leaving the bathroom.

“Smile for the camera, asshole.” It sounded like an insult directed at him, but from the fact that Tor sounded like he had squatted down, Dean was pretty sure he was actually talking to the human’s asshole...he shifted his head a bit, and could see the rhino snapping photos of his leaking and painted rear, and the load that Dean himself had shot. He was grinning quite widely as he rose up, drawing his shorts back up and putting the phone back into the pocket. “Never had a bitch get into it like that...they’re usually sniveling babies about taking a dick, not cumming and moaning. ‘Cept for those who’re looking for me, anyway. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ve got my girl all hot and bothered and I’d be a pretty shitty boyfriend not to make sure I took care of that.”

And then just like that, Tor was gone. Out of the bathroom with a confident stride, like he’d just been taking a leak rather than filling Dean full of seed after pinning him against the counter like that. Of course, no one would think much of HIM having a bit of a rhino smell on him...he was a rhino, it would be expected. Dean would have no such luck…

Clumsily he stepped out of his bottoms and pulled himself over to one of the stalls, still panting hard from the intense experience. His ass was very sore, and very wet and sticky inside and out. Looking at his pants and underwear, they were sopping with cum and precum inside and out...he could try to wipe them down but they weren’t going to dry off any time soon, and the scent was going to linger. There was even some on his shirt, it was clinging to his back where Tor had shot all over it. He should have felt angry, distraught, humiliated...well, he did feel that last one, but not the others. What he did feel that he shouldn’t have was aroused, still...his cock stubbornly hard, refusing to flag.

He brought a hand up and started to stroke it, feeling a burn in his face as he felt the sticky, thick rhino jizz all over the underside, which spread further over it as he jerked himself. Even that part of him was going to be smelling of rhino for a long time...he tried to think of his usual fantasies to speed the process up, someone had to be planning to check on the bathrooms at some point even if they didn’t suspect anything, he couldn’t stay there forever...but they didn’t seem to be helping, he wasn’t feeling anything from them, even memories of other encounters weren’t doing it.

And then, out of the blue, he imagined being barged in on by a bull, thick and stocky, very male, grabbing him and pinning him against a wall, bucking into him with almost animal ferocity, spreading his ass open again and relentlessly driving into him until he added his own load to Tor’s...his quivering voice gave a thin cry as he came, squirting a bit of seed out of him, not much given that he’d already run himself close to dry the first time. Panting, he slumped back, shivering a bit at this new development. Did that guy fuck me so hard he bent me? That, that doesn’t...that doesn’t happen, does it? How? I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that…

No answers came to him. He straightened back up a bit, bringing his hand to his face. Tor’s cum was on it from his jerking session...without really knowing why, he licked a glob of it off and swallowed. It was a heavily musky taste, not exactly pleasant, but something about it...something about it was something he wanted. He’d never wanted it before, but he wanted it now. And he knew what else he wanted that he’d never wanted before, as well.

I want to be fucked like that again. Taken without warning, without permission, without hope of getting away. Used until I’ve got nothing left by big-dicked musclemen. Flooded with cum that leaks out all over my clothes and tells the whole world what a cumslut I am. Tied up and railed until my ass is raw, and then railed twice as long after that. Made to swallow their loads until my gut feels like it’s gonna bust.

He didn’t understand what it was that brought it on...but as he finally stood up on shaky legs, pulling his soaked pants up heedless of his still leaking ass, he figured he probably would want to expand his horizons a bit. A café like this wasn’t going to have many of those guys...if he went to where they were, it wouldn’t be long before he got the reputation that would get him exactly what he now wanted and needed. And pretty soon, he wouldn’t even have to ask...which was also what he now wanted. If that was the wrong encounter, it wasn’t going to be for very long.