Devil's Breath at the Bottomless Bar

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Awesome art by: Fuzzies4you 

Saturdays 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. She 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 was always the case 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 precum 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 attractive figures 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 skilled workers it could get its paws on and not a single talent was wasted. It was often the case that staff were egged on to do body shots or to pour drinks into glasses from over their 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 one in the morning. That 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 patrons' requests and had elapsed into promiscuity. He was a young, amorous 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 other side.

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 never complained. As the feline suckled away, the doberman slowly let his eyes drift shut, his mind taken by the dutiful work.

The paw that held 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 deepthroating it would seem, no complaints were had as the impressively long canid member pushed down into the cheetah's throat, the dog's heavy ballsack sealed against the his 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, Luthor inwardly sighed 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 no matter 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 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 precum 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 leaned far more over the counter for the manager's taste. He was so close that when he spoke 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 what he really wanted to say 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 explicit 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 drunk stupor ended up smacking it across the bar rather 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 possibility 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 his high. “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 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 at least partially subsided.

“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 blatant when 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 that way, and it was a common occurrence. Like a punching bag, he suffered through every insult and overly rough nudge that the stallion dished out, and not wanting to incur Ron's wrath everyone sat by and let it happen.

“Bring me my damn whiskey,” the horse ordered the dalmatian and then slid back from the bar 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 let out a shuddering sigh of relief from under his breath, both from finally be rid of the equine and also for the fact that the cheetah had gone back to noisily slurping on his cock.

“I'm sorry about that,” Lucky said as he gingerly climbed up onto the nearest stool to the bar tender. 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. He often wrestled with that notion some nights, wondering if it would be worth his job and some jail time.

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 by the dalmatian, 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 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.

Luthor took a hold of his dripping cock and aimed it down at the ice as he tipped the bottle of whiskey and began to pour it over his member. The amber liquid flowed 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 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 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 and his friends, of whom Lucky 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 if he were a trophy to be shown off. There was no mistaking Lucky's attractiveness, 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 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 amber eyes and couldn't help but chuckle. It’s always spots, he 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 sensation blossomed 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 brow, his hips giving a few extra bucks against the feline's mouth as the flow of cum tapered off.

“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 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 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 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 dick 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 wobbled back to where Luthor was. He was panting hard and wore a goofy satisfied 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.

“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 well not to interrupt the canine, 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's group. It seemed like he had already downed the entire glass of Whiskey and was chatting it up pretty handily with everyone in his presence. With another swift order, Lucky came trotting back.

“That didn't last long,” Luthor snickered, amused.

“How long does it take for that stuff to kick in?” Lucky replied anxiously as he climbed up onto the stool.

“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 Ron's 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 their leader in such a way. The look they adopted when the horse actually got up from his spot and walked back to the bar was beyond 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 a gave Lucky a knowing smile, who now stared at his boyfriend with wide eyes.

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 Shepherd as he quickly took the spot where the doberman had been, his dripping shaft offered to the waiting cheetah beneath the bar. “Close everything up for me, would you? I've gotta attend to a few things.” The other dog gave a thumbs up to his boss, all the while maneuvering himself so the wanting feline 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 room 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 vending machine set against one wall while the opposite had a full length counter stacked with small appliances. In the center of the room were a few tables with chairs slid in to all of their sides.

The doberman made sure to close the door behind them, a thud that caught Lucky's attention. “So,” he began, addressing the dalmatian as he came up behind the horse and gave his back a rough pat and rub. “What do you think we should do first?” .

“I would really love to see you fuck him,” Lucky admitted with a blush and bit his bottom lip.

“Mmm, 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 jeans and pushed them and his boxers down to his feet.

“Now bend over that table,” Luthor demanded and pointed to the large piece of furniture in front of them. Ron continued to do as he was told, stepping out of his discarded clothes and setting his chest across the table's surface. His ass was inevitably pushed out and legs splayed in a way that had him looking inviting in a way that the doberman has only ever dreamed of.

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 mounds and began to grind between them like a hot dog. His shaft was still covered in saliva and left over cum. As far as he cared he was lubed up enough to start humping away but he wanted to savor the moment for as long as he could.

Luthor could feel the stallion's heat and smell his musk, both turning out to be an intoxicating experience. Having enjoyed the horse's strong butt for a decent enough time, he brought his member to bare and aimed it against that rather large asshole.

There was hardly any resistance as the doberman's thick cock pushed the hole open and slowly delved several inches. He let out a low moan and shivered as his cock felt like heaven. It wasn't as tight as he had hoped, but it offered decent warmth and constriction the farther he sank.

“Mmmh, incredible,” Luthor mumbled softly and began to draw his hips back and forth. His raging red shaft withdrew to the point of almost popping out before he shoved in to the base, setting a decent pace right from the start. Once he was comfortable enough, the doberman tilted his head back and let out a satisfied sigh.

Lucky watched from the side, his head craning to witness every dominating thrust into his boyfriend. The sight of Ron getting his ass fucked was intoxicating and he wanted to see even more. He wanted to strap the horse down and let every male in the world have a turn, including himself despite it being so far from his nature.

The rhythmic way the doberman took control of the equine's body had the dalmatian's pants getting tight. He quickly undid their front and pushed them down, showing off the unrestricted view of his rounded hips and the smaller than average cock that stuck out from his sheath.

Luthor 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 from before, there came a rapid pounding that made Ron's ass jostle and clap with each impact.

There was really no way of telling if the horse was enjoying himself given his unchanging stoic expression, but from how loud Luthor groaned there was no denying that he was. In a way he thought it to be a shame as he had hoped this kind of experience would be enough to make Ron 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.

Luthor made sure to give the other 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. The dog's back arched higher and soon lifted his leg to plant his foot 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.

Without warning, 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, so he startled when he felt the dalmatian's muzzle nudge against his balls. He shifted he angle of hist thrusts enough to accommodate the other's presence and found that it caused the stallion's hole to clenched him just a bit tighter.

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 no attention. His mind was already set on the pair of black and brown swinging balls of the alpha dog.

Lucky's hot breath washed across the doberman's taint and made a shiver race up his spine. When Luthor tilted his head to the side and looked down between his legs he was met with the other's lopsided grin and his black and brown balls laying squarely across the white muzzle. The sight made him let out a barking laugh.

“You wanna lick my asshole while you're down there, pup?” Luthor asked as he began pulling Ron's hips back to meet his thrusts.

“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 pucker. Luthor's back arched again and a soft gasp escaped his maw as the dalmatian's smooth tongue came to lap gingerly against the wrinkled surface.

“Push back against me, Ron,” Luthor moaned and let his eyes drift shut. His maw hung open as he began to feel the stallion do as he was told, his hips working on the dog's throbbing cock like he was hungry for it. The way the equine shifted his body back made the doberman think that he actually loved being on the receiving end of some great dobie dick.

With a stance that no longer had the bigger dog moving, Lucky was afforded the opportunity to really get lost in his task. 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 held them open for greater accessibility. After a lengthy rain of enthusiastic laps he eventually pressed his lips around the ring and shoved the tip of his tongue into the center.

The slippery appendage eventually pushed inside and almost sent Luthor over the edge. Combined with the stroking movements of the stallion at his front and he was fighting a losing battle. The combined sensations on both side of his hips had longer and louder moans drawing out. His mouth hung open as he panted hard, the immense satisfaction rapidly coming 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 growled out, his fingers clenching Ron's large frame as a massive surge of dog cum rushed from his cock. The deluge of jizz blasted deep into the stallion's bowels and coated every inch of his insides, practically marking him as 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 waves 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 breath heavily as well as if he was secretly enjoying the experience.

Luthor gave Ron's 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 pucker was too loose to be properly tied. With a wet slurp his dick fell away, leaving Ron to gape and leak a sizable amount of jizz.

Lucky had to lean away as well, his tongue falling from the doberman's tailhole as Luthor stepped back to admire the sight of the bent over and properly dominated equine. Ron's ass was absolutely coated with sticky seed and leaking like a faucet. Luthor's cock was similarly coated, something that hadn't gone unnoticed.

Not wanting a single drop to go to waste, the dalmatian quickly shifted closer and gave the gradually shrinking shaft an affectionate nuzzle before taking the first lick. A slightly pained gasp escaped Luthor as he was still so incredibly sensitive but he didn't want to dampen the boy's enthusiasm. More licks made the cock gleam and halted its regression.

“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 that betrayed his moderately advanced age. Uniform-wise, the only thing that made him distinct from the other bar staff was his black vest compared to their bright red. “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,” Brock explained and came to stand next to the other 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?” he laughed and stepped a bit closer to the equine, who was still panting with his hard cock continuing to point at the floor.

“Better believe it, I got him with some Devil's Breath,” Luthor said as the dalmatian went back to gently licking at the bobbing dog dick that had since regained its rigidity.

“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 wrap his lips around the tip and swirl his tongue around the first couple of inches.

“Oh boy, sloppy seconds,” Brock remarked sarcastically and winked back at the other dog. “Not like I haven't before.” He 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 continued while 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 get as much fun as he'd prefer, even with the frequent suggestion and grope from someone trying to get in with a fake I.D. Though that wasn't to say getting some action was rare, it did mean that at the end of some long nights he was often very pent up.

Luthor reached down and drew Lucky up to his feet, despite his insistence on worshiping the doberman's package. It was only temporary, as he was then directed over to the nearest couch and coaxed to settle onto a cushion while Luthor sat on the other.

Together, they watched as Brock's thick cock was forced inside Ron's ass, splitting him in a way that his body was too familiar with. “Oooh, that's the stuff!” the pitbull moaned out before beginning to hump 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 he craned his head down again and brought the freshly cleaned member back into his mouth. He took it 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 didn't care about being quiet, his mouth hung open and a howling moan escaped with every breath. He drove his shaft harder and harder, quickly going full steam against the equine's wanting ass. In the midst of his heightened pleasure he'd often smack the horse's ass, only adding to the commotion that now filled the room.

Luthor stroked his paw over the dalmatian's head while he kept his eyes trained on the show, often scratching behind the femboy's floppy ears. The boy's deft tongue invoked a few grunts but it wasn't enough to completely take away the doberman's attention.

Having already cum a few times in the past hour or so, Luthor didn't 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 come after a good night's rest.

The two continued to watch intently as the bouncer savagely rutted and rolled his hips, taking up a similar stance as the dog before him. It gave a great view of Brock's shaft stretching that large, equine pucker.

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 cum that rocketed from the end of his 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. No doubt the aggressive grinding against his prostate from the two dogs was to blame.

Brock could only hear the splatter while Lucky and Luthor were treated to the whole sight, of which the dalmatian paused in his suckling to watch in its entirety. Both wondered if this was the first time such a thing had occurred for Ron or if getting his ass used was something that happened more than he preferred to let on. When the last few drops fell, the femboy resumed his task.

Though the doberman's cock had long since been clean of any lingering cum, that didn't stop Lucky from fawning. Unfortunately for him, the manager didn't have the energy to go another round so soon after his last. He was reluctant to stop regardless, so it took some effort for Luthor to gently nudge him away enough to get up from the couch.

As soon as he was on his feet, the doberman turned to the now pouting dalmatian and gestured for him to follow. Lucky's expression immediately changed to a beaming grin as he jumped up to be by the other's side and was rewarded with an affectionate pet between the ears.

“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 gave.

“Well, if you're offering I won't say no,” he replied sheepishly and stuck his tongue out in a playful manner. The doberman chuckled and hooked an arm around his friend's shoulder before guiding him 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, huff! I've got this,” Brock said back and gave the doberman a sidelong glance. The manager nodded and continued out into the bar's lobby with the dalmatian staying close to his side. The last sounds they heard before finally exiting the bar was a guttural barking that undoubtedly marked the bouncer's orgasm, no doubt the first of a couple he was going to have before taking his own leave. That thought alone had Luthor grinning all the way back to his apartment.

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