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Cole sat in the living room nursing a can of beer, his house being an average-sized abode that fit well with his preferences. The wolverine lived in the suburbs of Station Paradise' male-only section, a two-storey building with a kitchen, a big backyard with a small pool and his personal touch: a big playroom basement that had some gym equipment on the other side.

A young man in his mid 20s, recently a college graduate that took a course of arts and animation, wanting to work in the film industry one day, but for now he takes freelance jobs for short visual novels, comics and the occasional animated cybertube movie.

He was watching the local news, broadcasting about random stuff happening in the galaxy, although he was looking at the sexy news anchor, a hunk of a horse wearing nothing but a necktie, but thanks to the desk in front of him it's not clear if he was bottomless as well or not.

Just then, the front door opened and in walked Tanner, a somewhat short and stocky tasmanian devil, wearing nothing up top, except for the leather collar, tight jogging shorts that left very little, if any, to the imagination and jogging shoes. He walked up to the wolverine, standing between him and the TV with his hands on his hips, panting softly as sweat drops trickled down his face and body. "Hey bro... finished the 10k run... you wanted," he said in between breaths.

Cole smiled widely, his canines sticking out of his upper jaw and spread his arms, Tanner, or Tan to Cole and the others, instantly straddled the wolverine's lap, facing him and pressing his sweaty body to Cole's.

Then Cole pressed his snout into Tanner's chest and breathed in hard, sucking up the devil's musk deep into his nostrils. He then lifted Tanner's arm up and buried his snout into those wetter and muskier pits, snorting and lapping away at his sweaty fur.

Tanner himself was just moaning and groaning away, stimulated from his alpha bro's tongue working on his body, after a few seconds he reached back to his shorts, unbuttoning the back and opening the custom flap sewn in them. Cole instantly realized that and shoved a finger into the devil's hole, lubed by the loads of sweat, his digit went in easily and began sawing it back and forth inside.

Cole was done with the current pit and moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment for a few minutes, right before picking the devil up by his ass cheeks and dropping him on the couch, pulling him back till his lower body was hanging off the edge of the couch with one hand, while pulling down his own shorts with the other until his thick and long cock sprung out.

The wolverine instantly lined up his cock to the devil's hole, right before slamming his entire length in, electing a scream from Tanner, who instead of showing pain, had an expression of absolute madness with pleasure on his face. Cole started moving the second his hips connected with the devil's ass, hard, fast and long strokes, his length poked and punched at every deep button Tanner had, forcing a chorus of moans, groans and whines from the shorter man.

Cole kept pounding hard at Tanner for about an hour and some minutes straight, without stopping or slowing down, and then suddenly pulled out fully, stood up, and tucked his cock back into his shorts. Tanner's face sprung into a mix of surprise and disappointment. "Oh nononono, please don't do this to me, fucking please man!" the devil begged loudly as he kept his legs lifted up high and spread wide.

"Sorry bro, got a few friends coming over, so I want you and the others at top performance, ya hear? So just bear with the blue balls, yeah?" Cole explained as he adjusted his length till it pointed down one leg of his shorts, only for the head to slide and poke out. Tanner let out a deep huff of frustration, then reached over and began fingering himself with two digits, trying to match the pace that Cole was doing.

Only to suddenly have a heavy hand smack his crotch, hard, forcing him to roll over and cover himself to prevent any further blows. "The fuck did I just say?!" Cole stated with a harsh tone. "You do that again without permission and you're getting none today!" he warned as he crossed his arms, looking down at the groaning and moaning devil toppling to the floor. "You just jizzed, didn't you?"

"No... almost did though." Tanner replied as he got up with some effort. The devil liked all aspects of the rough treatment, getting smacked around, used as a punching bag, spanked till his ass turns crimson, even whipping and flogging are on the table, so a strike to the crotch was something he liked and sometimes would tease Cole enough to get one.

"Then get your fucking ass up and head down to the basement with the others, want you wet as a towel by the time I call you back up." Cole commanded as he softly kicked the devil's ass teasingly. Then went to the kitchen, or more like to the telephone, dialing a few take-out restaurants and ordering a small list from each with instructions about the time of delivery for when his friends come over.

Then went back to watching TV, the news was finished by now but the camera was still on as the news anchor was fucking one of the cameramen on the desk for all of the station to see. Seeing this, Cole groaned as he groped his shaft through his shorts. "Maybe I should've dumped a load into the little slut after all."

Despite that, he was still loving the master's life and would silently thank his friend, Max, for showing him the ropes and especially with how fun this could be. He had six studly jocks at his beck and call, all of them eager to please, hungry for cock and thirsty for their master's attention.

He loved Station Paradise.

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A few hours later, it was late in the afternoon.

Cole's ears perked as he heard the doorbell, he went over and opened the door, revealing a tankly-built white wolf. "Hey man, wassup?" Cole exclaimed as he took his friend's hand firmly and pulled him into a tight bro hug. The wolf was wearing a hoodie, jeans and cap.

"Traffic was a killer today, even through the sky roads," the wolf explained as he took off his jacket and hung it on the rack by the door, showing the dark-colored shirt underneath.

Cole chuckled softly as he saw his friend. "Dude, you let yourself go big time man," the wolverine said as he poked his friend's pudge belly.

"'Ey, hands off!" the wolf warned as he softly smacked Cole's own belly with the back of his hand, only to wince and give it a few shakes. "Damn, dude, you replaced your abs with metal plates or somethin'?"

Cole grinned and lifted his tank top, revealing his tight six pack, giving it a few pats. "Got myself a gym membership the moment I settled in."

"Whatevs'," the wolf said as he walked in and slumped down on the couch with a huff of relief, while Cole went to the kitchen, grabbing a beer for each of them, handing one to the wolf before sitting down himself. "So... heard you got yourself some... help, around the house."

"You can say it dude, slaves, we're not in kindergarten and it's not like it's a curse word or anything." Cole opened his beer and took a small swing. "And yeah, got a few, thanks to a guy I met around the city."

"How's this work anyway?" the wolf asked after taking a swing of his own beer.

"Simple, they're here to serve me and my guests. Will do anything I want, no matter what," the wolverine answered casually.

"Even sex?" the wolf asked again with a raised brow.

"That's the most important part actually." Cole took another swing before continuing. "Don't know about other people, but my boys are a hungry bunch." He gave his crotch a few pats, "Gotta keep them fed regularly."

"Huh, would pay to see that," the wolf admitted before taking a small sip of his beer this time. "Been a dry run for me lately, so I really need a good show."

"Why watch, when you can have one swallowing your cock for you?" Cole asked with a raised brow.

"Don't know bro... not really into guys, ya know?" The wolf blushed softly.

Cole only gave him an 'Are you serious?' look for a few seconds before speaking. "Bullshit bro. Everyone knew which team you batted for." The wolf only blushed deeper. "Look, it's only some lip service, if you want more, you can always ask, yeah?" The wolf stayed silent for a few seconds before nodding. Cole clapped one hand softly on his friend's knee. "Awesome!" Then turned his head towards the basement door, which he kept open. "Yo Larry, get your sweet ass up here!"

Seconds later, one of Cole's slaves, a tall, lanky, but well-built, blonde-haired ferret came into view, wearing literally nothing but his collar and brightly-colored jockstrap, fur slightly matted and hair a mess from sweat. "You called, boss?"

Cole ushered him closer, once Larry was besides the couch, his master patted his thigh, urging the ferret to take a seat, and once he did, Cole attacked his neck with small licks, sucks and nibbles while taking in his musk. After he had his fill, he nodded to his wolf friend. "My buddy here is in need of your expert mouth, treat him as you treat me, yeah?" He gave Larry's rear a few pats.

"Sure thing!" Larry stated excitedly as he maneuvered himself till he was laying on both Cole's and the wolf's laps, his lower body on Cole's while his upper body was on the wolf's. Unzipping and unbuttoning the lupine's jeans, he came face to face with an impressively bulged out underwear, his eyes grew in anticipation as he nuzzled the pouch, planting small kisses and licks on the sides and head.

Cole's friend's face almost turned completely red from how hard he was blushing at the moment, softly biting down on his lower lip. He truly had a dry run for the past month and any wrong, or right, movement could have him jizzing his pants and this ferret wasn't pulling any punches as he felt him tug his jeans further down, revealing his underwear to be briefs.

Larry just kept teasing his master's friend through the fabric for a while longer, nuzzling into the bulge on occasion and giving it a few licks and kisses. Meanwhile, Cole was groping and kneading the ferret's bubble cheeks like dough in his hand a few times, right before spreading those cheeks open and letting a drop of spit drip down right at the ferret's rear star, then using a thumb to rub it around the rim and inside the hole, electing a deep moan from Larry.

The wolf groaned softly as he pulled his briefs down to let his humanoid cock spring out, much to Larry's delight, who instantly began working on the length, licking the shaft from base to tip, lapping and teasing the head a few times before going down, this treatment elected a deep sounding moan from his master's friend. Taking pity on the guy, Larry moved up and took the head into his mouth and began descending ever-so-slowly down the length, until his snout pressed deeply into the wolf's fur.

The wolf growled softly as he placed his hand on the ferret's head, softly guiding him up and down on his shaft, not that Larry needed guiding. Just then, the doorbell rang again. "Ah, guess the others are here," Cole stated as he left the two on the couch, his friend tried to get Larry to let go, but he was determined to please his master's friend, so he doubled his efforts with faster movement and extra suction, while one hand rolled the wolf's sac in his palms.

"Damn bro, you weren't kiddin'." The wolf's blush returned full force as he looked up at another friend in their little group, a heavy-built tiger that fancied himself a gangster: baggy clothes, bandana around his neck and all the bling one could imagine, or at least he himself could afford. "Heard you got some bitches of your own, didn't believe it though. Never thought you were the type."

"Wasn't to be honest, but saw how a guy I met in the station was faring with his, so I got a few of my own, with his help of course." Cole gave his tiger friend a pat on the back before going to the kitchen to grab a pack of beer.

The tiger took his place besides the wolf, reaching over and ruffling the ferret's headfur, who was still busy giving the wolf the best blowjob so far. "You got any pot bro?" the tiger called to Cole.

"Nah dude, cut that shit a long time ago." He placed the pack of beer on the table in front of the couch. "And you better not smoke any in here either." He made his way to grab the love chair besides the couch, only to notice the rest of his boys peeking from the basement door. This elected a tiny snicker from him as they looked cute while doing it, like a bunch of children checking to see who the guests are.

Merely a minute later, the doorbell rang again, Cole being the good host he was, ventured to the door once again, and a few 'bro' greetings later, Cole came back in, followed by a titan of a horse, easily towering over everyone in the room and built like a tank. His shirt threatening to tear if he even thought about flexing, even if by accident, his mane flowing freely with part of it covering one side of his face. He was wearing a leather jacket with nothing under it, and tight-looking sweatpants that outlined his cock, which was clearly feral in shape and was sliding down one leg of those sweats.

Seeing him, Cole's other slaves' eyes bugged out, analyzing every exposed and/or outlined muscle on his body before locking onto that hefty shaft, with Tanner suddenly turning to growl threateningly at the others as if saying 'He's mine!' The others knew better than to mess with or challenge the tasmanian.

By now the wolf was grunting and whining. "Oh fuck dude, this feels too good... too fucking good..." he said, before growling and pushing Larry's face into his crotch, seconds before he began shooting his load deep into the ferret's throat. Larry took it in stride, swallowing every drop and letting out a whine of appreciation after every gulp. The wolf began panting as he released the ferret's head and leaned back on the couch relaxing, while Larry teased his shaft for a few seconds before pulling off, shooting the wolf and the others a small smile.

"How was that?" Cole asked as he beckoned his ferret boy closer, till Larry was leaning on the couch between his master's legs.

"It was... good, I guess," the wolf sheepishly replied.

"Just good? Seemed like a blast from the look on your face," the tiger retorted with a small chuckle. The horse just groped at his shaft a few times through his pants.

"Guess it's about time to get the party started," Cole stated, before turning to the basement doors and ushering the rest of his boys in. They all came out and lined up in front of the wolverine's friends, 3 skunk triplet brothers named Corbin, Dustin and Leroy, Tanner the tasmanian and a dirt brown-haired rabbit named Ashton, though Cole and the others call him Buns for his soft bubble butt, all of them wearing nothing but jockstraps and their collars, showing off their fit and well sculpted bodies.

Corbin, a dust brown-haired skunk and Leroy, his red-haired brother knelt in front of the tiger, cutely nuzzling into his bulge. Dustin, the blue haired-triplet and Buns sat on either side of the spent wolf, who was slowly getting aroused again. While Tanner worked on the horse's hefty cock, greedily demanding it be free from it's cloth prison and into the open, to which the horse obliged with a small smile, Tanner's eyes bugging out as a greedy grin spread on his face at the sight. The equine was already about 9 inches long semi-hard and as thick as his own arm if not a few inches thicker, the tasmanian both dreaded and anticipated the moment he saw the entire thing fully hard. He decided to speed up that process as he practically attacked the thick meat log with slobbers, kisses and soft lip bite from base to head.

The tiger already had his cock out at this point and draped his arms over the couch, taking the occasional swig of his second beer while the two skunks worked on his barbed shaft and full balls.

The wolf's own shaft was hard again, thanks to Dustin's and Buns' teasing, both lifted up his shirt and payed some attention to his perked out nipples, while one of the rabbit's hands worked his shaft into hardness and the skunk's own rolled and weighed his balls in his palm.

Cole, meanwhile, had Larry turn in his lap and face him before mashing their muzzles together into a hard, wet and sloppy kiss, tongues wrestling for domination of the other's mouth while the wolverine's hands groped the ferret's ass cheeks hard.

The room was filled with sounds of wet lips, tongues and eventually hands at work, then the doorbell rang, no one stopped except for Cole, who instructed the ferret in his lap to get up and get it, turns out it was one of the deliveries that Cole ordered, since he already paid for the food, the ferret only had to take the order and bring it back, but not before flashing his ass and stretchy hole at the delivery guy.

After all of the food was delivered, everyone stopped what they were doing and began eating, as to not let the food get cold, everyone was at least shirtless by now or completely naked in the tiger's case, except for his cap and jewelry.

Although Tanner wasn't feeling hungry at all, for food that is, he was content with slurping the horse's cock while the equine ate. Good food and a blowjob, now that's service.

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After the food was devoured and beer cans emptied, everyone returned to their previous activities with extra ferocity.

Corbin was bent over the table with the tiger pounding away at his hole, the feline's claws digging into his ass cheeks slightly, while Leroy was behind the tiger, face buried in his striped ass cheeks and lapping hungrily at his hole.

The wolf was having some extra service of his own as Buns was facing away from him, legs planted on the floor and knees slightly bent as he bounced on the wolf's cock hard, while Dustin was standing over the lupine, his own cock in the wolf's mouth while one hand balanced himself on the couch and the other played with a nipple.

Tanner however was laying back on the couch, legs raised as high as possible and spread wide apart, looking at the horse's hard cock hungrily as he was literally salivating. Despite being offered lube, the horse still wasn't sure about the boy serving him, the size difference was impossible to miss, but Cole intervened while having Larry bouncing on his own shaft. "Just go for it dude, he loves it rough and hard, also the more it hurts, the better. Believe me man, just slam in and enjoy," the wolverine instructed.

The horse reluctantly decided to try his luck, using a few more squirts of lube for good measure before grabbing the tasmanian's ankles, using one hand to line up his cock and give a few nudges to his entrance. Tanner suddenly growled and smack the equine's tree trunk thigh. "Get to it you big softy, you're not sexing a mannequin, just fucking give it to me already!" he said, then gave the horse's thigh another smack.

This seemed to rile up the horse alright, as he let out a snort, blasting a small plume of steam from his nostrils before adjusting his stance and shoving the head right in, his flare spreading the tasmanian's hole right open and electing a grunt then a drawn out whine from Tanner as small tears of pain welled up in his eyes. "This is how you want it, you little slut?" the horse asked as he gave a firm jab, shoving more of his cock into the tasmanian, electing more mixed noises of pain and pleasure.

But Tanner, being the pain slut he was. "Hell, fucking, yes my man! Give it to me, fuck me right to next year!" the tasmanian showed no shame as he begged the titan above him to ravage his body.

The horse didn't need any more urging as he adjusted his stance one last time, lifting the tasmanian's legs a bit higher, then with a mighty thrust, slammed the rest of his thick length balls deep into Tanner's insides, the head pushing his insides out a bit as a small hill formed where the tasmanian's belly was. "Gonna fuckin' ruin your insides, you mouthy bitch!" the horse warned, before he began his assault on Tanner's insides. However, this was what the tasmanian wanted and that's why he hogged the horse to himself, he wanted it to hurt, during sex and for days to come, he wanted to remember the pain and who caused it, desired it to be nailed into his memory.

He could only let out sounds of pain and pleasure, mixed in with some gibberish as he was violated from the inside, his face spread into a mad grin as spittle drooled out of the sides of his mouth and his eyes bugging wide open from the pleasure he was getting from it all, his claws digging hard into the leather couch bellow.

Cole watched his horse friend have his way with Tanner, a small smile on his face as it was clear both were enjoying the other. He then turned his focus back on Larry, with the ferret bouncing on his master's cock hard, moaning and whining in pleasure. The wolverine stood up and turned them around till the ferret was leaning on the chair, this new position let Cole take control, much to Larry's delight as he knew how his master did it. Then Cole started thrusting, hard and fast, his hips almost a blur of short and firm jabs deep inside of the ferret, his hips clapping audibly with Larry's ass cheeks while his heavy balls smacked the ferret's own as well as his taint.

Despite already shooting a load merely an hour ago, the wolf was the first to reach his limit, whining and groaning as his cock spasmed a couple of times before shooting his load. Right after the first couple of shots blasted into Buns' insides, he instantly pulled off while Dustin practically jumped down then both knelt on either side of the wolf, lapping at his shooting cock and letting his cum rain down on their faces.

Then came the tiger's turn, shooting his cum deep into Corbin's inner tunnels while roaring, snarling and growling throughout his orgasm, giving one ass cheek a hard smack, enough to leave a faint handprint. Once his orgasm subsided, he pulled Leroy's head till his face pressed into Corbin's ass cheek, then pulled out his cum glazed cock and shoved it into Leroy's mouth, the skunk moaning as he started cleaning the feline's cock with joy.

Then came Cole's turn, leaning forward till his front pressed onto Larry's back, claws slightly digging into the ferret's hips as he growled lustily into his ears, right before slamming in and blasting his hot load as deep as possible into the ferret while licking and nibbling at his ear, neck and shoulder.

Then finally Cole's horse friend, who by now was holding Tanner up by the back of his knees while bucking up into him, driving his full length in and out of the tasmanian's hole with his heavy and full sac smacking Tanner's ass cheeks hard with every up thrust, while the tasmanian himself was pretty much chanting "Fuck me. Fuck me." in a low whisper like a mantra, hoping it would rile the horse up further.

Though it seemed to work as the horse snorted a few times, before he slammed himself balls deep in, letting out a loud whinny as his cock throbbed and flooded the tasmanian's belly with torrents of hot jizz, bloating out his belly before the excess began splashing out of Tanner's now gaping hole. The tasmanian let out shameless and blatant noises of pleasure as he felt this, his face twisted in pure lust, apparently he shot his second load of the session all over the horse's abs and chest.

Once Cole and his friends calmed down, Cole had his boys huddle up on and around the table. The ones with leaking holes would lay on the table, legs lifted and spread, while the clean ones would stand over them behind the table, all jerking their hard and neglected cocks while Cole and his friends watched or recorded in the horse's and tiger's case. Soon enough all of Cole's boys were shooting all over each other, painting themselves or the other slaves in their cum for their master's amusement as well as his friends'.

Cole and his friends clapped and cheered as the jock slaves calmed down from their orgasm high. "You did well boys, now hit the pool, you earned it." His boys chorused their thanks, for both allowing them to cum and giving permission to use the pool to cool off, since it was either that or brawling over who uses to the showers first.

The rest of the day was spent with Cole and his friends either chatting about old times, watching some TV or porn, or trying to beat each other senseless in one video game or another. But soon his friends had to leave, with promises of repeating the events of today some time in the future.

After his friends left, Cole and his boys spent the rest of the evening cleaning up and washing dishes, with a few shenanigans here and there of course: quick crotch and ass gropes, noogies, dry humping and general silliness that you see around in a college frat, most of the time anyway.

Cole was just like Max, he treated his boys like college bros instead of slaves and urged them to treat him the same way, of course with regular reminders of who was top dog around the house and the wolverine couldn't be any happier.

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The next day, Cole was sitting at a local diner located in the city, taking his place at a corner booth with his head and arms laid out on the head of the couch seat. He was wearing a black tank top and dark grey sweatpants, and going commando under them.

Just then his food arrived, a generously sized meat-lovers burger and an equally sized helping of fries and a big cup of coke. The waiter, a slim-looking gazelle male placed the plate in front of him. "Here you go sir, anything else?"

"No thanks, just waiting for a friend," the wolverine stated with a wide smile on his face.

"And your other friend there?" the waiter asked with an equally wide smile as he saw Tanner the tasmanian, laid out on the couch, his head bobbing up and down on the wolverine's shaft, slurping loudly at his favorite meat.

"Nah, he's good, just working for his own meal." Cole's little joke earned him a chuckled from the waiter, who the left the wolverine and his boy to attend to other customers.

Just then, the door opened and in walked a tall black-furred werewolf wearing a tight dark colored t-shirt and slightly baggy sweatpants that slid down his waist, showing his v-line and teasing anyone behind him with a view of the top of his jockstrap. He was followed closely by a white rat with many tattoos with crude and lewd designs and words, wearing a navy blue hoodie with the zipper open and dark colored jeans. Cole waved to the werewolf and rat as they walked in. "Hey Max, Benny, over here!"

Max and Benny turned their head to the wolverine, before making their way over, the werewolf, Max, greeted Cole with a firm handshake before ushering Benny, the rat, to take a seat first. Cole could see the rat's eyes focusing on the tasmanian's bobbing head, a deep blush forming on his face while his eyes darted back and forth between Tanner's duties and his own master, or more like his master's crotch.

"Morning Cole, hope it's a good day," Max said as he took a seat, the cushion straining and squeaking under his weight, he was clearly bigger than Cole himself, both in height and muscle mass, thanks to both regular visits to the gym and his natural genes.

"It's going well, had a few friends over yesterday and had a blast with the boys," the wolverine stated as he ruffled Tanner's head softly.

Benny the rat squirmed in his seat for a while, while Max and Cole spoke about their recent memories, then Max casually leaned back and pulled the front of his sweatpants and jockstrap down till his sheath came into view, gesturing for the rat to get to work, which Benny got to with great delight.

"So..." Max started as he let out a sigh of content. "You ready for the convention?"

The convention that Max was talking about is one exclusive for men looking for either a master or a slave to call their own, as well as others who want to sell some equipment that might help in training of said slaves. Of course, slave merchants and peddlers are also welcome to advertise and/or promote their merchandise as well. It's an event exclusive to the male-only section of Station Paradise.

"Ready as I'll ever be, hoping to get a few things for me and my boys while there," Cody stated as his face was slowly twisting into bliss. "Oh shit, give me a sec-" was the only thing he could say before he began softly grunting and groaning as he gave Tanner his promised meal in generous portions with each shot.

Max, meanwhile, was just getting to full hardness and Benny was taking the werewolf's cock into his mouth, then trying to swallow the length into his throat. Of course since he isn't as experienced as the tasmanian, he was gagging and choking with every try. Max softly ruffled the rat's head fur as he pulled off in a small coughing fit. "Easy there, easy, no need to try too hard. Just take it slow, okay? Slow." Benny nodded at his master's instructions and went down on him again. Max then turned to Cole. "I was thinking of getting some new gear for my boys, plus some new looks while I was at it."

"So when did you say it's gonna happen?" Cole asked as he grabbed a handful of fries and stuffed them into his maw.

"Sometime next month, I believe. They say they've got a few new things to set up before officially opening their doors," Max explained briefly, just as the waiter came over to them asking for the werewolf's order, to which he simply order some coffee and tea with honey for Benny, in case the rat's stubbornness led to throat problems.

"New things, huh? Can't wait to see what they come up with. Hope it's something big, since it's going to be my first time and all." Cole grabbed his burger and took a generous bite out of it.

"If it's the same directors as last year, then it's gonna be entertaining, that's for sure." Max's and Benny's drinks arrived at that time, the werewolf patting the rat's head to get his attention, Benny, wanting to please his master, tried one last time, but to no avail as there were some tears this time, before pulling off Max's cock, ears splayed back and gaze cast down in shame. Max just chuckled before nuzzling his nose with Benny's. "Don't worry boy, you'll get the hang of it." He then pulled his pants and jock back up to cover his cock which at this time, was tenting his sweats obscenely.

They kept talking about random and casual things while their slaves entertained and served their respective masters, at one time they switched though, with Benny bouncing and bucking on Cole's cock, while Tanner rode Max's like a cowboy. They kept at that until Max had to leave to check on the club before opening tonight, which urged the wolverine to go back home as well.

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Back home, Cole was watching some evening TV shows and drinking some beer, already halfway through his second can as the show cut to commercials. He wasn't interested in the show, instead he downed the rest of his beer before throwing the can into the trash and making his way down to the basement.

As he walked down, he was slowly taking off and discarding his clothes, until he stood in front of the gym doors in nothing but his jockstraps, grabbing the handle and opening the door, only to be blasted by a wave of heat and musk.

With a wide and lewd smile he walked in at the sight he anxiously awaits all day, his boys were all at one machine or another training their bodies hard and with a quick look at the clock, it appears they've been training for some time. Cole stepped in and closed the door behind him, admiring his boys for a couple of minutes before clapping his hands loudly. As if by a silent command, everyone stopped and stood up from their machines, all panting from the severe workouts as their bodies were soaked in sweat, fur matted down or messed up in general as sweat dripped from their bodies and forming small puddles under them.

Cole walked up till he was in the center of the room, then spread his arms and legs slightly. "Alright boys, who wants to go first?"

Once he said that, Corbin was first as he walked up towards their master, fur as soaked as everyone else, he took Cole in the tightest bear hug he could muster, earning a small groan from the wolverine. He then began grinding his front into Cole's own, rubbing his sweat and musk on his master, who seemed to be greatly enjoying it from both the look on his face and how tightly he hugged the skunk back.

Then Cole felt another one of his boys, Leroy hugging him from behind and doing what Corbin was doing on the wolverine's back, while his jock pouch ground into Cole's ass cheeks and crack.

Once Corbine and Leroy were done, Dustin and Buns took their turn, but this time with them laying on a mat. Cole was laying on his back on Dustin with his legs spread, letting the skunk's tent rub at his ball sack and taint, while Buns was rubbing his ass cheeks and crack on the wolverine's front, moving back to tease his master's now tenting jockstrap before moving up till above his abs.

Then Cole finally took a seat on the bench with Larry and Tanner standing on either side, the wolverine had his hands behind his head to allow them to rub their crotches into his pits, while using their hands to rub everyone's collective musk into his body and fur.

They repeated this marking routine in a few different positions more before Cole started the main attraction, going over to his gym bag, which he always kept in a locker in the basement gym. He pulled out a small pill container, opened it up and took out one tiny-sized, purple pill, popping it into his mouth and swallowing.

The effects were instant as they sent a shiver through the wolverine's body, his cock sprung to full attention and even grew a few inches longer and thicker with angry veins lining and criss-crossing the length from base to below the head. Cole's boys watched with hunger and lust in their eyes, Tanner, being the biggest slut of them all, began salivating a bit too.

Cole pulled Corbin in and pushed him face down on the bench then stood behind him, one hand jerking his steel hard cock and the other inspecting the skunk's hole and discovering that he came lubed and prepared. Growling out his praise, Cole then rubbed the head of his cock at Corbin's entrance, poking and prodding a few times before slamming himself in, breaking down whatever resistance the skunk had, if any, and earning a loud moan from the skunk.

The others stood back and watched with hard and neglected cocks as their master took their fellow slave's ass like a feral beast in mating season, rutting him hard and fast as his hips clapped quite loudly with Corbin's own. The skunk could do nothing but lay there and take it, not that he was complaining or anything. Cole kept pummeling the skunk's insides for a few more minutes before growling and releasing his cum deep inside of Corbin's hole, pulling out halfway and coating his ass cheeks with his white essence.

The downside of those pills is that they make you orgasm quicker, but the upside is that they give you a supernatural recharge speed and keep you hard for about an hour, plus a few minutes depending on the person.

Cole then pulled Dustin and practically threw him on the mat, right before pulling up his legs and aiming his cock down and drilling the skunk's ass piledriver style, his heavy sac smacked Dustin's ass cheeks like he was punishing him, but any of them would know that this is anything but. He finished with Dustin, but pulled out before his orgasm hit, jerking himself off until then and painting the skunk's face and chest with his cum before letting his legs drop to the floor.

Cole then turned to Leroy and Buns, pushing both down to their knees and took turns feeding them his jizz-glazed cock, shoving the entire length into one throat, before pulling back and shoving it into the other. He kept repeating this a few times before upping the ante, grabbing one's head and face-fucking him hard and fast, before pulling out and repeating with the other. Soon he growled and jerked his cock fast before he began spraying their faces hard with his hot cum, near the end he shared the rest of his load with both skunk and rabbit.

Cole then, in no time at all, had Larry on his back, the wolverine between the ferret's legs and drilling his ass hard and fast, with Larry whining and moaning in utter bliss, right before he groaned and whined loudly as he began shooting his load all over himself, hands free. Then Cole's claws slightly dug into Larry's hips before slamming himself in and filling up the ferret's tunnels with his own load.

Then came Tanner's turn, by now Cole's fur was matted or messed up with sweat, softly breathing as his musk was overtaking the gym. He softly punched the tasmanian's abs, which caused Tanner to tightened them, then another firmer punch, then another and another, only for the last one to briefly knock the wind out of the tasmanian. Cole then grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the bench press, throwing him on the contraption with his chest on the iron bar.

This made Tanner's back arch slightly, making his ass perk out, allowing Cole to line up and slam in with very little resistance. Then he instantly began railing Tanner's insides with his thick cock, grabbing the bar and pressing himself hard on the tasmanian's back, which caused Tanners chest to press on the iron bar just as hard.

Cole pressed a bit harder on the tasmanian's back briefly before pulling back, only to smack the side of his head hard, then smacking the other side just as hard. He then grabbed his shoulder and doubled his efforts, only to use his free hands and stab Tanner's back with his claws, electing a yelp from the tasmanian, then dragging his claws down Tanner's back till just above his ass cheeks.

The wolverine fucked his boy hard, harder than he did the others, if any stranger looked at this scene they would think it was rape, but Cole knew that is how his little pain slut liked it and so did the other slaves, who find their master's primal rutting arousing.

A few minutes later, Cole's claws dug hard into the tasmanian's hips before slamming himself in, ramming Tanner's prostrate in the process. This caused both to orgasm at the same time, Cole painting Tanner's insides while the tasmanian shot his load all over the bench.

Cole slowly pulled out of Tanner's hole and stood up, turning around to face the rest of his boys, giving the tasmanian's ass cheek a very hard and loud smack in the process, which left a clear hand print. The others watched their master in all his alpha-like glory, heat rising off his body, plumes of his musk hung in the air, muscles tight and ready and his fur soaked in dripping sweat, and he was still hard.

"Night's just starting boys," was the only thing he said, which caused the others to spurt small drops of pre from their dicks.

And true to his word, he spent hours on end, fucking and rutting his boys and marking them properly, the effects of the pill already gone. Now he was kept hard and ready by his lust alone.

By the end of that night, everyone was panting like canines on a hot day, each sprawled out somewhere in the gym, tired and spent. Cole himself sat on a bench right on the wall, looking at how his boys were spread out and relaxing. The triplets laid on the floor cuddling, Buns laid on his back on the bench press and Larry sat on the floor leaning on the wall beside the bench that Cole sat on.

Tanner, however, was between his master's legs and dutifully cleaning him up, everyone of the wolverine's boys had gaping and leaky asses that night. Cole then looked down at Tanner, due to his preference to pain and very rough treatment, the tasmanian's body was bruised with faint blue and black spots here and there as well as a slightly bruised cheek.

Cole softly ran one hand over the tasmanian's face. "Maybe I overdid it this time."

Tanner smile and kissed his master's palm before placing his bruised cheek on it. "You were awesome master, everything I like and wanted." Then he took his master's cock into his mouth again, sliding down to the base one last time before pulling off and standing up, reaching with one hand to his master. "Come on, I think it's time we hit the sac."

Cole smiled and took Tanner's hand, pulling himself up then the tasmanian in a small hug, planting a small peck on the side of his head before releasing him. "I think I got one more load in me, if you want." He gave Tanner a small wink.

The tasmanian smile widely, his fangs poking out of his top jaw. "Always bro, always."