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Devil's Breath at the Bottomless Bar
🕑 Added 2017-10-29 05:41:40 +0000 UTC Awesome art of Luthor by: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/linkinmonroeSaturdays usually brought around the same crowds, every last patron boisterous and loud. The tone of the atmosphere had been set by the bar hired DJ, a thin raccoon that was particularly good at mixing songs on the fly. He stayed atop the massive pedestal at the front of the dance floor, of which was packed with the writhing bodies of college students.
Behind the massive wraparound bar were the two tenders and their manager. The three of them maintained their sections, filling out drinks and helping customers with whatever it was they could. It was a hard job at these times, but the tips were incredible. Of course, the tips were always great at the Bottomless Bar. With eye-candy abound, there was one thing that this establishment had over every other bar on the strip: the fact that every single staff member wore nothing below their waist.
It was an interesting sight, for the most part, sheaths and pussies out in the open, and that was if no one got excited. It wasn't uncommon to see one bartender sporting a raging erection and dripping pre cum while they went about filling orders. The sight did little more than make the tip jars overflow. It wasn't a strip club, that much was for certain, but the magnificent displays of fit eye-candy was enough to make people from all over the city come to the establishment.
Sure, cocks were grabbed, cunts were felt up, and balls were groped, but the fun of the atmosphere made all the tipsy advancements cheerful and a bit spurred on. The Bottomless Bar made sure to hire out to the most fit, attractive, and skilled workers it could get its paws on. It was often the case that staff were egged on to do body shots or to pour drinks into glasses from over top their own genitals. If tipped extra well, a tender could be convinced to give an extra shot of “something special” into someone's drink. Whether it was a joke for someone else or their own perversion, cases seemed to be split 50/50.
As the night wore on the crowd thinned and the music died away. Giving a wave to the hard at work staff behind the bar, the DJ left for the night at about 1 AM. This was the point where the more loyal patrons stayed around until closing time, which had its perks and downfalls. With the more quiet atmosphere it wasn't uncommon for some of the staff to enjoy the company of some of the guests, but without access to private rooms, their fun was often had out in public for everyone else to watch.
The small crowd for the evening had allowed one of the bartenders to go home early, leaving the manager and the other to clean up and close. The manager, a tall, muscular Doberman named Luthor, stood behind the counter with a rag in paw, drying out a glass he had just finished cleaning. Dennis, the other bartender, had snuck out from behind the bar at a couple of patron's requests and had divulged into promiscuity. He was a young, promiscuous German Shepherd, and was presently bent over a table by a muscular tiger, the canine's asshole being aggressively pounded. Just beneath him was the tiger's girlfriend, who had delved into sucking the dog off from the otherwise.
Luthor didn't much care, hardly any more drinks had been ordered in the past thirty minutes and so he had begun to clean everything up in preparation to close. A couple more customers left for the night and a couple lights had been turned off. To the Doberman's delight, a cute cheetah boy had snuck behind the bar to keep him company. Just under the counter, the rather feminine male had his face buried into Luthor's crotch, his lips slowly drawing back and forth over the dog's erect cock.
The bar manager held a decent composure but there were times that he would pause in his work to really enjoy the treatment he was receiving. There was something about the end of the night coming around that made the twinks really enthusiastic about this sort of thing. Whatever it was, Luthor would never complain. As the feline suckled away, the Doberman slowly let his eyes drift shut, his mind taken by the dutiful work.
The paw that had the damp rag drifted down and settled on the friendly boy's head, holding him still for a moment as the Doberman would give a couple bucks of his own. Adept at deep throating it would seem, no complaints were had as the impressively long canid member pushed down into his throat, the dog's heavy ballsack sealed against the other's lips. They stayed that way for a few extra moments, the cheetah's maw gulping around that rock hard piece of meat, only allowed a breath of air when Luthor would let his head come back.
“Lucky!” A voice roared from across the bar, snapping the Doberman's mind to the present rather unpleasantly. He knew that voice all too well, the most loathed patron that he had to always deal with. His eyes slowly came open and his view was immediately dominated by its owner. He was a large stallion, russet colored fur that shined flawlessly and a muscular build that was enough to intimidate anyone else that was in the bar. He didn't ever scare Luthor of course, the equine's bark was definitely worse than his bite. It would seem that without failure this incredibly obnoxious guest was going to impede of the Doberman's good time again, as per usual.
“Where the fuck did that useless mutt get off to?” the equine grumbled and turned his head from side to side, searching for his would-be boyfriend that was often at his side. Luthor had to stifle a moan that threatened to break his controlled disposition as the cheetah went back to work with slowly slurping and sucking on his raging dick. He was bound and determined to keep the horse from ruining the moment but the more he spoke the more the dog's blood began to boil.
“I think I saw him go to the bathroom,” a dark furred wolf said, one of a few friends that sat around the table in the far corner of the room with the equine.
“Bathroom?” the horse roared in intoxicated disgust, “I didn't say he could go, I wanted another drink!” He glanced around at the almost completely empty insides of the bar before he let out an annoyed sigh and stood up. The move had him knocking back the chair he had been using in the same motion that he turned to begin approaching the bar, the Doberman directly in his line of sight. Ugh, this fucker, Luthor thought as he narrowed his eyes, his patience already growing thin.
This guy always seemed to be the first one to come in and the last one to leave on Saturdays. He always got way too drunk and it never seemed how loud the music got you could always hear his voice above it all. He was a huge talker, never shutting up about how great he was or how his credentials and background could get him into anyone's pants. He had loads of stories that would never cease to dominate the conversation and if there was ever a new subject he always found a way to steer it all back to him.
Luthor sucked in a sharp breath and held it as the feline beneath the counter began to draw his tongue around in circles on his shaft, his mouth working to swallow back the excessive pre cum that would collect at the back of his throat. In any other situation he'd have been throat fucking the cat hard without remorse or inhibition but now he had to maintain a professional mask. More now than ever.
The horse stumbled a time or two as he crossed the distance to the bar, his mouth hanging open as he fell against the counter and gave the manager a lopsided grin. The sight was enough to make the canine's cock instantly go soft, but perhaps a testament to the feline's ability, there was never a limp moment.
“Something I can, uhh...do for you, Ron?” Luthor asked and closed an eye as a particular powerful bolt of pleasure struck his groin.
“Yeah, gimme a drink,” came the gruff reply. The Doberman met the other's intoxicated eyes, of which wavered as he spoke. He could barely keep himself upright and so his body was leaning far more over the counter for the manager's taste. He was so close that when he'd speak there was a stomach churning smell that gave the history of every drink he had consumed so far that night.
“We're kind of closing up here,” Luthor said, trying to abate the obnoxious horse.
“Bullshit!” the equine snapped, spit flinging from his lips. “It ain't two yet, give me a god damned beer.” The dog had to pause and grit his teeth to not let the true words of his mind come out.
“What would you like?” Luthor asked as he tried to keep a professional facade and not show how much he hated the horse's guts. He could handle loud people, dealing with obnoxious fools was pretty much a part of every job he had ever had, and this one was no different. It was the fact that, no matter how boisterous, or insulting, or condescending the stallion was to the other patrons, no one was allowed to touch him. Ashton, the Bottomless Bar owner, had given implicit instructions for just such a person. Behind the scene, these patrons were considered 'platinum' status, they spent at least two grand a week on drinks and services. As such, the staff were pretty much told to blow these guests on the spot if they ever pulled their cocks out.
“Give me a High Life,” the equine slurred and grinned stupidly at the Doberman. The longer Ron was in his presence the less he could enjoy the increasingly sloppy blowjob beneath the counter and that truth was doing a good job of burning his insides.
Luthor grabbed a brown bottle from the cooler and popped the cap off so fast with his tool that he almost broke the neck. He set the drink down on a coaster and slid it up to the other. In a move that was meant to look slick, the horse snatched at the bottle with an open palm, but in his buzzed stupor ended up smacking it across the bar than grabbing it.
In a flash the drink skidded away, spilling its fizzing contents all over the counter before bouncing off the edge and shattering on the floor. The entire thing happened so quick that the Doberman had barely registered the event, but when he did all that he could hear was the horse's braying laughter.
His body froze as he had to catch himself from yelling or giving the patron a right hook purely on reaction. Even the Cheetah seemed to understand the gravity of the situation and paused in the moment to stare up at the big dog with worried eyes. Luthor's teeth were grit so hard there was a legitimate fear that he might chip a tooth. Almost everyone had paused in their conversation to look where the puddle had formed with the shards of glass lying about.
“Whoops!” the horse cackled louder and smacked at his own leg. “You know what? Not really in the mood for a beer,” he said, though it was loud enough for everyone else in the bar to hear. “Give me a… ah… whiskey on the rocks,” he said while making a display of rubbing at his chin.
“That'll be three fifty for the beer-”
“I ain't payin' for something I didn't drink,” Ron grumbled and stared hard into Luthor's eyes. “Now gimme a fuckin' Whiskey or you won't see me in this dump ever again. I keep these fuckin' lights on for you people,” he continued. In the moment, Luthor didn't know what to say, red had pretty much consumed his vision for the amount of fury he was harboring. It wasn't until a small familiar body came trotting up to where the horse was that the rage melted away.
“Sorry, Ron, I was just-”
“Lucky!” The horse snapped and whirled to glare at the newcomer. “I didn't say you could go anywhere. You wanna be back on the fucking streets?” he continued with a harsh tone. Lucky was a small dalmatian that was considerably smaller than the stallion, having a body that held feminine curves and a very submissive disposition. He was about a head shorter than Luthor, which meant the equine had at least a foot on him, the sheer size difference was very easy to see as they stood side by side. He held a rather girly aura around him, his thin body seemed to even adhere to that.
Lucky stared up at Ron with a frightened look, his ears splayed back against his head and his tail lowered between his legs to show his subservience. Luthor absolutely hated seeing the poor guy get treated in this way, and it was a common occurrence. Like a punching bag, he suffered through every insult and overly rough nudge that the stallion would dish out, and not wanting to incur Ron's wrath everyone sat by and let it happen. Luthor would speak up on the subject, though it'd likely cost him his job.
“Bring me my damn whiskey,” The horse ordered the dalmatian and then slid back from the bar chair to rejoin his friends. Lucky was left nodding and keeping his gaze turned to the floor, not wanting to upset his boyfriend anymore than he already had. The Doberman had to let a shuddering groan from under his breath, both in a way to finally be rid of the equine and also for the fact that the cheetah had gone back to noisily slurping at his cock.
“I'm sorry about that,” Lucky said as he gingerly climbed up into the seat that Ron had just occupied. He still had a terribly dejected look about him.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” Luthor said as he glared after the horse. After a while, his gaze drifted back to the boy and he felt his expression and body soften. Lucky was cute and innocent, completely undeserving of the abuse that came his way. If the Doberman was in any other position he'd have beaten the shit out of Ron without hesitation, maybe he still should.
He shook the thought from his mind and shifted his form a bit to grab the whiskey from the back shelf and a clean glass in the same motion. This kind of a fight needed to be won from the dalmatian's side, not from an outside influence. He set the glass on the counter and placed a few cubes of clear ice in the bottom.
He was about to pour the whiskey when a devious thought came to mind that made him grin. Luthor stepped back from the counter and glanced down at the cheetah, the cock halfway embedded in his bobbing mouth. To the feline's dismay, the delicious dog shaft was pulled from his lips, leaving him to stare up at the Doberman in confusion. It was an action that Lucky had even noticed and so he leaned over the counter to watch as the spotted cat was given the glass to hold up.
Luthor took a hold of his dripping cock and aimed it down into the glass as he tipped the bottle of whiskey and began to pour it over his member. The amber liquid filled quickly, given a very personal flavor before he set the drink on the counter and replaced the liquor from where he had gotten it. The cheetah's maw was filled once more with the interestingly alcoholic-flavored cock and the Doberman made a show of winking at the canine from across the counter.
Lucky giggled at the naughty thought of what was to follow as he gingerly took the drink and slid it a little closer. His eyes turned up to meet the Doberman's and a smile spread across his face. Luthor mimicked the expression and took up a small rag from the side. The dalmatian made a motion of reaching for his wallet but was stopped when Luthor waved a paw. “Don't worry about it, this one's on me.”
The dalmatian perked up a bit more at the larger dog's kind words and nodded. “Thank you very much,” he partially whispered before sliding away from his seat to rejoin Ron with his group of friends, of whom he wasn't even allowed to interact with.
That was another thing that made the manager's temper flare, the horse seemed to only bring him out as a way of showing off a trophy. There was no mistaking that Lucky was very cute, no one probably knew that more than the Doberman, but to force him to come along and then not do anything with him for the whole night was nothing short of despicable. Even as he walked away, glass in paw the Doberman's gaze turned low to stare over his rather shapely form. He had the body not too unlike a girl, and with a bit of acting, there was no doubt in Luthor's mind that he'd be able to fool anyone into thinking as such.
In the boy's absence, the manager's attention came back to the cat gently nursing his dick beneath the counter. He gave a grunt under his breath and growled even as he leaned back and looked down. He stared into the feline's big, doe eyes and couldn't help but chuckle. It’s always spots, Luthor thought to himself. He had a terrible weakness for them. It likely explained his infatuation with Lucky. That, and that he felt an obligation to protect the weak.
He grasped the cheetah's head with his free paw and kept it still as he began to thrust his hips hard against the thirsty maw. With his other arm, he tried to do his best to wipe the bar counter down from where Ron's beer had spilled, growling silently to himself over how anyone could possibly have such a nerve. He was washing the cloth out when a particularly powerful pressure began to grow between his legs. It seemed that the obedient cheetah was about to get a tasty treat as the pleasure grew rapidly and raced up the length of his cock.
Luthor had to grit his teeth hard to keep from snarling and sounding like he was going to kill someone. A thick blast of dog semen splashed into the feline's mouth, but the tip was so deep that he could do nothing more than swallow every bit. Gulp after gulp his throat pulled back the viscous cum while becoming surprised that there was so much to take. Luthor had his head tilting back and a low groan heaving from his chest when Lucky trotted back up to the bar holding an empty glass, save for a few pieces of ice.
The Doberman gasped and straightened himself, regaining a composure that was semi-professional as he enjoyed the rolling waves of pleasure that accompanied his orgasm. “B-back for more, eh?” Luthor stammered and furrowed his brows, his hips giving a few extra against the feline's mouth, the flow of sticky jizz seeming to taper off for a moment.
“Yeah...” the dalmatian said softly and rubbed at his arm as he slid back into the same seat as before. The Doberman gave a sympathetic smile as he gently took the glass and looked back up to where Ron was still talking boisterously with his friends. It seemed that the stallion hadn't noticed the extra flavoring to his drink, which made the canine begin to think.
“Seems quite a bit more...obnoxious than usual,” Luthor mentioned in passing as he took a step back from the panting feline and poured a refill in the same manner as before, though this extra addition was sure to be much more noticeable. His cock was still rock hard despite the powerful climax, though he was known to be quite the marathon fiend. The whiskey poured smoothly, collecting a bit of cum that clung to his shaft's surface as the glass was filled. When he set it back in front of Lucky he did little more than shrug.
“Yeah, I'm really sorry about that,” the boy murmured and softly closed his fingers around the gold filled drink and began to slide it closer. “I should try harder to curtail him but...I really don't think anything would work.”
Luthor brought a paw to stroke at his chin a little. “Hmm, sure would be convenient if he was more controllable,” he said under his breath and glanced around the bar at the remaining patrons.
“Yeah, that'd be the ticket,” the dalmatian chuckled. The bar manager turned his gaze to stare down into the other's gentle eyes before he suddenly moved closer and leaned over the bar. Lucky didn't know how to react to the sudden very close presence of the other dog, so he just froze.
“What if I told you that I had something that could do just that?” he said, barely audible.
“I guess...that would be wonderful...” Lucky replied timidly.
“Have you ever heard of Devil's Breath?” the Doberman asked with a sly smirk. The boy shook his head. “It's a drug from South America. When inhaled or ingested it reduces the user to a mindless zombie that is susceptible to suggestion,” he went on and from a special compartment beneath the bar ledge on his side, produced a very small tablet that he set beside the drink. “If he ingests any portion of this, he'll be powerless to do anything we don't want him to do. The best part is that he won't remember a thing when it's all over.”
Lucky stared down at the little tab in awe. A range of emotions went through his mind, mainly those of fear and a yearn to go through with it. He was very hesitant, though, not fully knowing what the repercussions could be.
“Lucky! Get the fuck back over here!” Ron roared from across the room, making everyone turn to the dalmatian on reaction. The boy startled at the call and his cheeks burned red as he felt the added attention. That seemed to be the last straw, as he quickly snatched the pill and tossed it into the drink. He turned away without a word to Luthor, who couldn't help but smirk at what was about to happen. While the pup went off the cheetah pulled the throbbing dog bone back into his mouth and immediately pushed it down his throat, bound and determined to milk another salvo of cum from the manager.
It was about this time that Dennis, the German Shepherd bartender wobbled back to where Luthor was. He was panting hard and wore a goofy grin on his face. Cum stained the underside of his tail and his cock held a rubbery soft stature with a bit of jizz still clinging to its surface as well.
“Have fun?” the Doberman laughed with a paw on his hip. The other dog could only muster a nod before he noticed the hidden cheetah beneath the counter. "Looks like you had some fun of your own," Dennis said with a chuckle and then turned to give the couple he had been occupied with a wave goodbye as they exited the bar.
Luthor's eyes followed the shepherd's friendly gesture and then realized Ron's accident had not yet been cleaned up. “Hey, there's a broken bottle down at the end of the counter, mind sweeping it up for me?”
“Sure, no problem,” Dennis winked at the cheetah, knowing very well not to interrupt the canine he looked up to and went about finding a broom and dustpan. The spotted cat tried his best to grin, the two obviously knowing each other as the gesture was returned.
Luthor wanted to maintain his position as he watched Ron and his group of friends. It seemed like he had already downed the entire glass of Whiskey and was chatting it up pretty handily with his group. With another swift order, Lucky came trotting back.
“That didn't last long,” Luthor snickered in his own amusement.
“How long does it take for that stuff to kick in?” Lucky replied anxiously as he climbed up onto the bar chair.
“Not long at all,” he murmured back and settled a paw over the cheetah's head as he watched the Devil's Breath begin to slowly take control of the horse. It started with a stammered word and a bit of confusion on his part, almost as if he had become aware that something wasn't right immediately before he lost control. His voice and disposition as the center of conversation ebbed and a blank, almost tired expression adorned his face. His friends seemed to be oblivious to the change, and so he only seemed to stare blankly at them as they would take turns talking. It was at this time that Luthor knew that everything was working out perfectly.
“Hey, Ron!” the Doberman called out, “Get over here!” The stallion's friends froze for a moment and gave the bar manager a strange look as if they thought he was crazy for talking to the leader of their group in such a way. The look they adopted when the horse actually got up from his spot and walked back to the bar was priceless. Luthor's grin couldn't have gotten any bigger as he watched the completely mind dominated equine come to stand right in front of him. He turned to give Lucky a wink, who was staring at the larger male with wide eyes and a face that showed how surprised he was that the drug actually worked.
The Doberman chuckled under his breath and pulled his still incredibly hard cock from the cheetah's maw. He meandered from behind the bar and beckoned with his paw for Ron and Lucky to follow. “Come with me, Ron. I'm gonna show you something,” he ordered. The stallion complied without a word, his body moving in a lethargic way. He gestured for the two to go ahead of him into the employee lounge that was just off to the counter, an area that was only designated for staff.
“Hey, Dennis!” Luthor called out, catching the attention of the German Shepard as he quickly took the spot where the Doberman had been, his dripping shaft being offered to the feline beneath the bar. “Close things up for me, would you? I've got to attend to a few things.” The other dog gave a thumbs up to his boss, all the while maneuvering himself so the wanting cheetah could have his maw filled once more with a tasty canine dick.
Luthor followed into the lounge and continued to usher the two to another that was off from the first, flicking on lights as they went along. The overhead LEDs showed a large open space that had a refrigerator and a few tables and couches set out at its center. A large set of sinks and a few appliances dominated one side, pulling together the appearance of the lounge for the bar staff. The Doberman made sure to close the door behind them, a thud that caught Lucky's attention.
“So,” Luthor began and came up behind the horse, giving his back a rough pat and rub. “What do you think we should do first?” he asked and locked eyes with the dalmatian.
“I would really love to see you fuck him,” he admitted with a blush and bit his bottom lip.
“Mmh, you read my mind, pup,” Luthor said under his breath. “You heard him, Ron, take your pants and underwear off.” Without an iota of hesitation, the stallion swiftly undid the front of his pants and pushed them down, including a pair of boxers, to his feet. “Now bend over that table,” Luthor demanded and pointed to the large piece of furniture at their front. Ron continued to do as he was told, stepping up and bending over the table. His ass was inevitably pushed out, his legs splayed in a way that had him stepping out of his discarded clothes.
Luthor licked his lips at the sight. The stallion had a muscular backside that was well kept and clean. He had a pretty impressive cock, as horses were known to have, and a sizable ball sack that accented the whole package very well. Of course neither of those things interested the Doberman, instead, his eyes settled right between those dark brown butt cheeks to the large, ebony tailhole. It seemed to give a wink as if sensing that it was being stared at.
“Ooh, I've been waiting to do this for quite some time,” the manager laughed and moved up behind the equine. His strong paws took a hold of each side of the other's ass and pushed his cheeks apart. Ron had a pretty thick, meaty rear end, one that was sure to provide quite a bit of cushion. Luthor's cock settled between those muscular mounds and began to grind it between them like a hot dog. His shaft was still covered in saliva and left over cum. As far as he cared he was very well lubed up, however, he enjoyed savoring the moment for as long as he could.
He could feel the stallion's heat and smell his musk, both turning out to be an intoxicating experience. Having felt the horse's strong butt for a decent enough time he brought his member to bare and aimed it against that rather large asshole. He hardly gave any resistance as Luthor's thick dog cock pushed his rear end open, delving several inches in at a slow pace. The Doberman let out a low moan and shivered as his dick felt like heaven. It wasn't as tight as he had hoped, but it offered a warmth and grip that he hadn't quite experienced before.
“Mmmh, incredible,” he mumbled softly and began to draw his hips back and forth. Ever so slowly his raging, red shaft pulled back to the point that it was almost popping out before he shoved every last inch back inside. With his head tilted back, Luthor was left to enjoy the incredible feeling. He rolled his hips a bit faster, the strong movements making a smacking sound that echoed within their confines.
Lucky watched from the sideline, his head craning to witness every dominating thrust into his boyfriend. The sight of Ron getting his ass fucked was an intoxicating sight that he wanted more of. He wanted to strap the horse down and let every male in the world have a turn. The rhythmic way that the Doberman had taken control of the equine's body was such an incredible thing to see that the dalmatian could feel the front of his own pants becoming tight. He began to make quick work of the front of his bottoms and pushed them away to show his feminine physique and a rather cute hard on between his thighs.
The Doberman leaned his powerful form over the horse, his paws stroking up the equine's sides as he began to pick up his pace. Instead of the long drawn out ruts of his hips, there came a rapid pounding that made Ron's backside jostle hard. There was really no way of telling if the horse was enjoying this, but from how Luthor would moan and pant loudly there was no denying his pleasure. In a way he thought it to be a shame, he had hoped this kind of experience would be enough to make him never come around again. He'd just have to settle for the present, the Doberman told himself as he held firmly to the equine's sides.
He made sure to give the larger male an appropriate canine experience. Being the bitch, Ron was set to get fucked for quite a while. Enduring every tremendous slam that the Doberman would deliver, his ass cheeks rippled and bounced like a good boy's would. His back arched higher and he felt his leg lift from the floor and place against the table's edge. Lucky got a fantastic view of the penetration, the delicious sight of those ten inches of rock hard canine meat pounding away was enough to make his mouth water.
As if affected by the Devil's Breath as well, the dalmatian knelt behind the other canine and moved his face up beneath Luthor's hanging sack. The Doberman was far too caught up in his own world to pay attention to what was happening behind him. He found that if he angled his cock enough and rutted in a jerking motion that the stallion would clench back and add a bit of extra tightness to their fun.
Though Ron wasn't much for reactions, the constant hammering of his prostate had caused an unconscious erection to form between his legs. The thick horsecock had swelled to a great length that pointed backward towards the advancing dog, though Lucky paid it not attention. His mind was already set on the pair of black and brown swinging balls of the alpha dog.
The feeling of Lucky's face pushing against his sack and nuzzling at his taint made the Doberman jump in surprise, his movements pausing for the time being as he looked between his legs at the curious boy. Those hefty, musky balls were settled squarely on the bridge of the dalmatian's nose, a place that he was very content to be. The sight made a loud barking laugh rumble from the manager's muscular chest.
“You wanna rim my asshole, pup?” Luthor asked as he pulled Ron's hips back a bit to meet his groin.
“Mhm!” the boy called out and drew his nose up a bit more until his face was barely an inch away from the Doberman's flexing anus. Luthor's back arched again and a soft gasp escaped his maw as the dalmatian's smooth tongue came to lap gingerly against the puckered spot.
“Work your hips back against me, Ron,” Luthor moaned and let his eyes drift shut. His maw hung open as he began to feel the stallion push back, his hips working on the dog's throbbing cock like he was hungry for it. The way the equine shifted his body and pushed back made the Doberman think that he was badly loving being on the receiving end of some great dobie dick.
With a stance that no longer had him moving, Lucky was afforded the opportunity to dig his tongue harder against the loosening anus. Luthor was rather surprised by how well the dalmatian was taking the initiative, even being a little forceful as he grasped the Doberman's butt cheeks and spread them in a similar way that he had done to Ron. His mouth kissed and sealed around the flexing ring, slurping at it and covering his face in the powerful scent of a top dog. He tried to keep still for the eager young boy, but with how much he was digging in, there was little the Doberman could do.
The slippery appendage pushed inside of him and he was almost sent over the edge in that instant. Combined with the stroking movements of the stallion at his front and he was fighting a losing battle. The sensations at either side of his hips drew out some of the louder and more aggressive moans. He let his mouth hang loose, lustful groans ebbing from between his lips as the eager movements drew the immense satisfaction to a head.
The euphoric feeling started once more, blossoming in his hips and building rapidly as it ascended his shaft. What really did it for him was the feeling of Lucky's tongue directly nudging his prostate, though the velvet feeling of Ron's ass wasn't without its merit.
“Ahh! Fuck!” Luthor moaned out, his fingers clenching Ron's large frame as a massive surge of dog cum rushed from his cock. In a way that was all too reminiscent of what the cheetah had experienced, the deluge of dog jizz blasted deep into the stallion's bowels and coated every inch of his insides, practically marking him as his territory. Though, as he was never told to stop, the equine continued to rut and shift his hips as if he were trying to milk Luthor of every drop that had had.
Lucky felt the spasming as well, the ring of muscle that was settled so well against his lips quivered and clenched against him as wave after wave of pleasure caused the Doberman's body to jolt and shiver. Lightning stroked at Luthor's pelvis, causing every powerful muscle in his body to flex. His mind had been so caught in the moment that he hadn't quite realized that his knot was stuck all the way inside, locking him to the stallion for what threatened to be a half hour.
The Doberman panted hard as he slowly came down from his extravagant high, the pleasure from which only ebbed slightly. His eyes turned down to his bitch and a tired grin spread over his muzzle, the horse having long since begun to pant as well as if he was secretly enjoying the experience. Luthor gave his ass a hard smack before he tugged back. While his knot was considerably larger than a normal dog's of his same size, the horse's large pucker was too loose to be tied. With a wet slurp, his dick fell away, leaving Ron to gape and leak a sizable amount of semen.
Lucky had to lean away as well, his tongue falling from the Doberman's tailhole as Luthor stepped back and sat on a couch. The manager's chest heaved with each breath that he took, admiring the sight of the bent over and properly dominated equine, his rear end absolutely coated with the sticky seed. His cock was still covered in a layer of jizz and beginning to deflate back into his sheath. Lucky didn't want to let a single drop go, and so he advanced on the Doberman's length and gave it a nuzzle. Luthor looked down at the cute boy and shivered as his sensitive shaft was given a brief lick.
“Hah! I thought I heard someone having a good time in here,” came a booming, familiar voice. Lucky froze in terror, expecting swift repercussion for what they had just got done doing but Luthor had a much more friendly response.
“Brock! I was wondering if you might come back here,” the manager chuckled. The dalmatian looked up to see another quite muscular and towering canine walk into the room. He was a pitbull and the Bottomless Bar's main bouncer and head of security. Only slightly shorter than Luthor, he had a similar build with a nice, black and blue striped shirt that was buttoned up the front. A tag clipped to his breast pocket showed him and his employee title. “How's the bar doing?”
“It's all right, the place is empty and the front is locked up. Dennis went home so I thought I'd get my things,” he explained and came to stand next to the other alpha dog. He noticed Lucky right away and gave a nod to say hello but then his eyes caught the main attraction still bent over the table. “Whoa, is that Ron?” Brock laughed and stepped a bit closer to the equine, who was still panting with his massive cock pointing backward.
“Better believe it, I got him with the Devil's Breath,” Luthor said as the dalmatian went back to gently licking away at his dripping dick.
“Hah! Well, serves the fucker right anyway. At least now he'll shut up,” the pitbull went on and peered a bit closer. “Looks like you gave him quite the fucking.”
“You want a turn? He won't be waking up for quite a while,” Luthor replied as he felt Lucky take the tip of his cock into his mouth and begin to push it to the back of his throat.
“Oh boy, sloppy seconds,” Brock remarked sarcastically and winked back at the other dog. “Not like I haven't before,” he went on and stepped up behind Ron's backside and splayed his butt cheeks to look at the still dripping hole. It had closed up a little but was loose enough that he could peer inside.
“Mmmh, I've always wanted to fuck this horse's pretty ass.” He brought a paw back and began to grope over his sheath, enticing his cock to slip free and become hard. Despite being a bouncer, he didn't to get as much fun as he would hope, even with the frequent suggestion and grope from someone trying to get inside. Though that wasn't to say getting some action was rare. At the end of some long nights, he was often very pent up.
Luthor leaned over and pulled Lucky up by the rump, setting him down on the cushion beside him, all the while Lucky seemed to be quite intent on keeping his muzzle around the Doberman's prick. The two settled down and watched as Brock's thick canid cock was forced up inside Ron's ass, splitting him in a way that his body was too familiar with. “Oooh, that's the stuff!” Brock moaned out and began humping right away. The sight fulfilled a particularly naughty voyeuristic fetish that Luthor had.
Lucky watched as best he could from the corner of his eyes as his mouth and tongue worked over the sloppy member, taking it in as far as he could before pulling back and lapping up the fat pyre's side. Brock gripped the stallion by the base of the tail and used it to pull him hard onto Ron's ass. He was a very noisy fucker, his mouth hanging open and a howling groan often escaping from between his lips. He would drive his shaft harder and harder, quickly going full steam against the equine's wanting ass. He would often bring his paw back and smack at his backside hard, the clap echoing like every other sound they made.
The Doberman stroked his paw over the dalmatian's head, scratching behind his floppy ears as he was so tentative to the job at hand. He would moan and tilt his head as the boy's tongue did well to invoke a few grunts. Having already cum a few times in the past hour or so, Luthor didn't likely have the energy for another round, but that didn't stop him from loving the current treatment. The way Lucky's soft lips would kiss and smack as they would come away from his glistening girth was enough to make him reconsider not just giving the spotted dog a rough fucking. Perhaps that would be for later that night.
Luthor watched intently as his friend savagely rutted and rolled his hips, taking up a similar stance that he had before. It gave the two a great view of Brock's shaft stretching that large, ebony doughnut. The marathon amount of pounding that the equine was experiencing seemed to take a profound toll on his body, and suddenly there was a massive gush of equine cum that came rocketing from the end of Ron's throbbing member. It came out in such a rush that the floor was immediately covered in the thick fluid, though it was interesting to see such an emission without hearing anything that accompanied it. The slamming action that had the pitbull's cock grinding hard against the equine's prostate was sure to blame, though the Doberman was certainly to blame as well.
It took some time and effort, but before long Luthor's cock was completely clean with hardly a drop of cum on its surface. Feeling that his length had been fully taken care of, the manager slowly stood up and pet over Lucky's head, feeling over his lithe form even. The dalmatian hoped to the larger male's side and gave a happy grin.
“Mmmh, great job. Think you'll need a place to stay for the night, pup?” Luthor asked with a gentle smile. Lucky paused for a moment and glanced over to where Ron was still getting his ass pounded, body jarring with each impact the bouncer had to give.
“Well, if you'd offer I wouldn't say no,” he replied sheepishly and stuck out his tongue in a playful manner. The Doberman chuckled at the sight and nodded, standing up and leading Lucky over towards the room's exit.
“Hey, Brock, think you can take care of things from here?” Luthor asked as he glanced back at the lone dog.
“Yeah, uhh! I've got this,” he said back and gave the Doberman a sidelong glance. The manager nodded and brought his arm across Lucky's shoulders, gently nudging him out as they retreated for the night. As the door closed the last thing the two heard was the rapid rhythmic smacking of the bouncer's hips on the stallion's ass, no doubt just the beginning of many rounds of fun to be had.
