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The Devil May Care

Part 9

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

Andrew had very seldom had any play with his ass. Until recently, it had been limited to the feeling of a tongue back there for a short time for those subs that were into it, or maybe, maybe, a finger from someone that was doing a good enough job sucking his dick to keep him from throwing him away. Certainly, there'd never been an occasion where he'd gotten fucked like this.

The horse wobbled as he got out of the limo when they arrived at their destination, barely keeping on his hooves as he tilted this way and that. He barely even cared that he didn't have his pants on as he got out of the car, or that his asshole was drooling with pre-cum. The sensation was...well, rather hot, surprisingly, and he was more than willing to see where the rest of the night would go.

He glanced upwards, the horse blinking a couple of times. He thought that there had been an apartment block here before, but now, it was some sort of giant skyscraper, a building that dominated the area in a whole new way. That surely hadn't been there before, had it?

Well, not like they had time to build it while you weren't looking, is it? he thought to himself, chuckling slightly as he looked back at the car.

The bouncer from the club they'd just left, an orca named Peter, was the next one out. The orca still had his pants on, though they were unbuttoned and unzipped in the front, showing off a hell of a cock. Not as big as Andrew's, of course, but big enough to hold the eye and keep someone staring at it for a while. It was bouncing, dripping, and he imagined that the big guy was all sorts of horned up from the show that he had been getting in the car.

Then came the bull, Seraph. He was big and broad, but not that powerful considering his build. Certainly both Andrew and Peter had been able to handle him, pushing him aside from time to time for them to have their fun with the big-dicked monster that had picked them up for the night. The way that the bull's nipples seemed to be constantly wet was a little bit weird, too.

Never did understand that...

He was out of it enough to not really care, though. He felt almost a little high, like he had been doing something at the club and it was finally giving him that hit that he wanted. It made it hard to feel worried or confused, or...well, anything other than horny when he got right down to it.

Then, he stepped out of the car.

The black cat was a tall male, though not the biggest of the four of them by a long shot. He was probably closest in height to the bull, though even that was a difference of nearly a foot. He wore a trench coat, a fancy thing that swished about as he freed himself from the car, and he seemed to be completely at ease with himself despite the fact that the coat was open and his cock was hanging out in public.

Then again, they were all more at ease with that than they probably should have been.

Andrew giggled, a sound that surprised him as the cat walked by. The dark-furred feline turned around, looking him in the eye with an amused smile.

"Something funny?"

"Just...all this. Hanging out with our cocks out."

"Well, we'll be doing more than that when we get up to my penthouse."

"Mmm..."

The stallion felt like he should be more surprised, or at least, uncomfortable, with the feeling of doing more. He had already gotten fucked hard, and neither he or Dusk, the cat, had finished. He knew that there was more that could be done, more that they could both enjoy, but...

But...

But it was too hard to think about the things that could be off about it, or anything that might be wrong. His cock was still hard as fuck, and he still wanted to get off, to cum and cum and cum over and over again. And he was high enough that he really didn't care if he got fucked up the ass and came, or if he was fucking someone else.

The three men fell in line behind the black cat, with the bear driver of the limo bringing it around to the side of the building. There'd been some sort of orders about parking it and finding a spot for the night, but Andrew hadn't been listening that hard. It hadn't involved the sort of fun that they were going to have together, after all.

They walked through an empty lobby and stepped into an elevator together. With three very big men and one smaller man, they stuffed it full, and it groaned as it started taking them higher and higher through the building. Andrew cocked his head to the side, feeling like there was something that he was forgetting, something that he had meant to do. Whatever it was, it quickly faded as the black cat reached around and fondled his ass cheeks.

Mmmph...bet he's going to make them clap...

The thought was a weird one for the normally dominant horse, but it was still enough to make his flared dick bounce up and down with anticipation. The flat head was already rather wet with pre-cum, and he had every reason to believe that it was going to get even better as the night went on.

The elevator dinged, and they piled out, the black cat leading the way. The bull, Seraph, muttered something about feeling...something, Andrew couldn't quite make it out. Dusk waved his hand, nodding, and the bull peeled off from the rest of them, going down the hallway to check something out.

That was fine with the stallion. One less bit of competition.

Time and space, space and time seemed to bend to his overactive libido. The stallion didn't remember passing through any of the other rooms that a penthouse should have, but they were suddenly in the bedroom. He didn't remember taking the rest of his clothes off, either, but that happened, too.

And then, he and Peter were on the bed, stallion and orca flat on their backs with the black cat staring at them.

Mmmph...why does he feel so...good? the horse wondered, staring at the cat as Dusk approached them. The small man had his fingers wiggling already, sliding between the stallion's rump cheeks and doing the same to the orca. I should be on top, but he -

"MMMPH!"

The moan that came was as heartfelt as any from the car, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he felt the cat's fingers brushing over his prostate, down along his pucker as they pulled out, and then fanning him open again as they slid back in. Each little brush, each little stroke along his prostate only added to the lust that he felt, the need that was building just beneath his balls, just behind his cock.

"Nnngh...fuck..."

Fingers were no substitute for cock, but there was something about Dusk, something that set him to shivering and panting and moaning all at once. He didn't know what it was, but all the cat had to do was look at him and he felt it, almost like a wave of pleasure and need that hit him with all the force of a freight train. Even now, looking up -

There it was. That stare. It sent warmth with it, warmth and lust and hunger, and the horse's asshole clenched down hard on the fingers inside. He groaned, rolling his head back, his teeth clenching as his cock throbbed up and down, almost beating out a rhythm against his stomach from the sudden surge of arousal.

"Ah...ah..."

"You two are good little bitches, aren't you?"

The cat's purring question sent a shiver down his spine and a blush to his cheeks. He was never treated like this, but with Dusk looming over him, there was a big part that wanted to be. Andrew shivered, turning his head to the side and looking at Peter.

The bouncer wasn't in any better state than he was. In fact, the orca was arguably worse off. The big guy was shivering from head to toe, his toes curling, his eyes closed tightly, and his cheeks burning red between the black and white skin. His cock was hard and twitching against his belly, drooling pre-cum like a flood, and there wasn't even a hint of embarrassment about it, either.

We're the big guys. We dominate the little guys. What happened?

The question didn't get answered, mostly because Dusk pulled his fingers free and the horse suddenly felt so empty that it was all he could think about. He arched his back, hissing softly to himself, curling his toes and whimpering slightly at the feeling of nothing when he'd had such a pleasurable stretch.

Dusk looked between them, and Andrew bit back the urge to spread his legs and beg. He didn't know where the urge came from, but it was there, and it was powerful. His thighs twitched, shivered, and his asshole clenched hard as he imagined the cat's cock spreading him open again, this time at an even better angle than when they were in the car.

"Who gets it first, I wonder..."

The orca moaned, and so did Andrew, though at least he was able to keep his teeth clenched together as he imagined how it would feel to be spread open like that. He panted as he felt the soft, furred fingers rubbing along his pucker once more, and he grunted as he felt them drumming on him.

"Horse ass, or orca ass...both of you look so good like this..."

"Mmmph..."

"And you both need it bad...I haven't seen a cock oozing like that since the last time I had Seraph on his knees..."

It was a direct tease, and Andrew knew it, but that didn't make him feel any less submissive in that moment. He shivered as he felt his cock bouncing, throbbing, twitching, begging. It wanted to be touched, wanted to be stroked off, wanted to get to bury itself inside of a needy hole.

Maybe Dusk can fuck me while I fuck Peter.

He had seen just how nice and muscular the orca's ass was when they were in the car, when he had taken a brief break and Peter had gotten the chance to ride the cat's cock. He had seen just how far that throbbing dick had managed to stretch the orca, too, and wondered how his hole had fared after being impaled. He didn't want to reach down and touch it, but at the same time, he kinda did.

What...what's happening to me...

He didn't know, and he wanted to -

"Nnngh!"

"Get on all fours, boys...I want to see you shaking your asses for me..."

The moaning continued as the cat pulled them by their balls, gently tugging them around and positioning them on his bed. It was so strange, so weird, and he didn't know what to think as he was pushed into a very different position than he was used to. All fours, ass in the air, tail off to the side. His pucker twitched, and he could feel it clenching and unclenching, shifting slightly as Dusk stared at him.

Andrew looked like a bitch, and he knew it.

There was a gentle lick over his balls, and then up his taint. The closer that lick got to his hole, the better it felt, and Andrew shivered, moaning as that sandpapery tongue worked closer and closer to his twitching, clenching, eager hole.

It stopped just at the edge of his rim, and the stallion moaned, whimpering under his breath as he felt that tickling tongue almost sliding past it. He wanted to push back, to take it in, but he also wanted to preserve some hint of his dignity. Whatever was left of it had taken a hell of a beating, and -

"Ah!"

He gasped as he felt Dusk's hand along his shaft, cradling it, pushing it up against his belly. God, the feeling, the need that he had. He humped along the cat's palm, and he could hear the grunting from the orca as the tongue lifted from his pucker. There were more moans from there, more distractions as he and Peter humped the feline's hands, smearing his fingers with their pre-cum, their need.

And he couldn't stop. He wanted to, wanted to hold back, but there was so much pleasure that came from obeying, so much wonderful stimulation that came from giving the cat what he asked for. Each time he tried to hold back, there was another gentle stroke, another push that made him give in to the pleasure that was running up and down his cock, that was driving him mad in little increments.

He didn't know what happened, how long they were on all fours and humping away, but he knew when something changed. Andrew was straddling the cat's cock, grinding his rump back against it, feeling the long shaft sliding between his cheeks

It felt right. It shouldn't, but it did.

"Ride me," Dusk whispered, and the horse felt like he had no choice but to obey, but to give in.

He didn't want a choice. He wanted to get off.

With a grunt, the stallion slammed his ass down. That thick cock popped right into him, sliding in easily, too easily. Yet, at the same time, why not? It felt too good to ignore. Dusk's fingers settled on his hips, pulling him down, slamming forward, arching upwards, and he felt those fuzzy orbs bouncing off his ass.

As he moaned from the sudden pressure on his prostate, as his cock flicked up, he felt something else, something harder and stiffer rubbing around his backside. Andrew turned, and his eyes widened.

The orca...the orca was over him. And Peter's cock...

It was thick. Real thick. And it had just enough wiggle to it for him to know that it wasn't entirely human-shaped like the throbbing cat already buried inside of him.

"Why..."

Andrew tried to find the words to ask a question, but it was too late. The orca was already thrusting forward, and that one thrust left him gasping.

The horse arched his back, his mouth hanging open as he felt that thick thing stabbing past his rim. His cock throbbed, bouncing, twitching, but he could not move. He could not even shift his position. All he could do was let those hands guide him, rocking him between one cock and the other as his hole was stretched impossibly far.

The pleasure slammed into him harder than ever, his cock feeling like it was tingling from the barrage of warmth and arousal. His eyes rolled back in his head, his hips bouncing forward, back, forward, back. Sometimes, his cock slapped down against the black cat's belly, smearing pre-cum against it, leaving lines of silver through the fur. Other times, it swung up against his own stomach, smacking him and marking him with his own musky scent.

And always, always his attention was brought back to the pair of dicks that were humping away at his pucker, marking him, opening him up as no stallion with proper pride ever should be. He couldn't stop thinking of the sheer pleasure that came from that filling feeling, the impossible need that had been awakened in him.

Not...not...

He arched his back, his thoughts pummeled away with each thrust against his prostate, his mind going blank as he was filled more than any top ever could be.

So...was he a top anymore?

The thought popped into his head, and it burrowed itself beneath the haze of need that filled his mind. There was no place for thinking, now. It was time for fucking.

Time passed, and positions changed. The horse changed places with the orca, and for a time, he was filling Peter's hole, fucking it alongside the cat. He felt a hint of pleasure again, feeling almost like the stud that he was supposed to be, but at the same time, he knew that it was mostly the cat's cock that the orca was reacting to, not his.

He humped away, savoring the moment, but he was not allowed to cum.

Another shift, another position, another new feeling. On his back, his legs folded over his head. He could feel a tongue against his pucker, Peter's broad tongue sliding inside and teasing his much-abused asshole. He could feel the thickness of it, the slime, the way that his hole opened more easily than it had any right to. He could feel it all, and much as he tried to complain, he couldn't.

He moaned as his cock was pressed against Dusk's shaft, feeling the pair of them grinding together. Despite his slightly greater size - and it wasn't that much more, far less than it should have been with him being a horse - he could only moan as he submitted to the pleasure of cock against cock, of flesh against flesh.

Tongue-fucking, frotting, teasing, whispering.

"You love it...a little horse stud turned so close to a mare...so eager to submit his ass to me..."

It was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there.

Another shift, and another, and another. Dusk kept them changing, kept teasing them, always giving them pleasure beyond description, but always making them pay for it in some way or form. He didn't know how, he didn't know why, but the cat seemed to be getting off on it.

The cat had cum at least three times for each of them, though his lust seemed to know no limits. Rather than feeling satisfied, he almost seemed to get more rampant the harder he came. He was no slower now than he had been at the start, and if anything, he seemed to be ready to go harder.

Can't...can't take...this...

But he had to. For all that he horse didn't know what was happening to him, for all that he was sure that something was going on that was messing with him, he couldn't just stop. Dusk was making him feel so good, whether he was under the cat and the orca, or submitting to Dusk's domination over Peter. The pleasure that they both got out of it was so great that he should have cum at least as many times as the cat had...

Except he hadn't.

In fact, he hadn't even cum once. It was like something was keeping him from going over that edge, keeping him from blowing his load or anything. All he got was a greater and greater sense of potential energy, the pleasure washing over him in waves that obliterated any thought except to obey, except to try something else that might finish pushing him over the edge and allow him that final pleasure.

He moaned as he was rolled onto his back again, his legs once more pulled up and his ankles near his neck. He moaned as Dusk's cock glided along Peter's tongue, sliding up his pucker and resting there, residing in his ass and pressing down on his prostate. The constant pulsing pleasure from Dusk's cock was like a buzzing vibrator against his sensitive button, making him feel everything.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He gasped for breath as he felt that wide orca tongue stroking around his sensitive, puffy-feeling rim, and he swore that there was some sort of slime that was oozing out of him. More of Dusk's cum, maybe? Or something else?

He didn't know. Andrew didn't know anything anymore. All he knew was that he was on the edge of losing his mind, and the only one that could give him what he needed was looming over him, grinding on his prostate and making this hellish heaven of pleasure that much worse.

"Please...please...please..."

The words were spilling from his lips without any break or cease. It was like a flood of need had taken over his head, making him say whatever was needed to get off.

The orca was no better; the bed creaked as Peter humped it in desperation, the pair of them so far down that they barely understood what was happening to them, or what was going on around them. All they knew was their own lusts.

Dusk slid down a bit further, grinding his cock along the stallion's prostate again, angling his hips so that the pressure was higher than usual. Andrew moaned, arching his back upwards, his body trying to fuck itself along the cat's cock and the orca's tongue, but fuck, it was impossible at this angle. All he could do was wait.

And Dusk, it seemed, was all too eager to make him wait.

The cat leaned forward, black-furred fingers resting on the stallion's chest. He hissed as his nipples were tugged, as his pecs were pushed and rubbed, as those clawed fingers worked their way down his sides to his hips.

"Mmmm, you look so needy right now...so desperate..."

"Mmmph...please..."

"You want to cum so badly, don't you?"

"Yes..."

"You want me to fuck it right out of you, don't you?"

"Oh god..."

"It doesn't even matter how, anymore. You just need to cum..."

Andrew couldn't even muster up a thought for how wrong this was for a stallion to feel this way. All he knew was that his body felt like it would burn up if he didn't get some relief soon. He had been fucked, used, rutted from head to tail and back again, and his ass and his mouth were soaked in the cum and pre-cum of the feline. He couldn't even think of how long he'd been throbbing hard, how long he'd been desperate to release.

There was no longer even the urge to reach down and do it himself. All that was left was the urge to have it pushed out of him, right then, by the very cat that had pinned him down and was on the verge of taming him.

"Nnngh...please...please...make me cum..."

"I will..."

Yet, the cat didn't. Instead, Dusk pulled back, taking his time to drag the full length of his cock free of the stallion's hole. Andrew gasped for breath as his hole went 'pop' as the thick shaft came free, his eyes going wider than ever as he realized just how stretched he was, how he was gaping, even, from the thick cock and the hard fucking that he had received.

"What...what are you doing?" he panted, shaking his head. "Don't stop. You said...you said..."

"I said I'd make you cum."

Dusk chuckled, stepping back from the bed. Peter pulled back, the slurping feeling of that tongue leaving his hole as well making the stallion groan in utter frustration. His cock continued to throb, but the utter fire of need was slowly slackening off.

Even that wasn't any sort of relief, however. That was just...just utter hunger, utter starvation of stimulation. It was as if he had been teased with every other sense, allowed to have a hint of what he could enjoy placed before him, and then had it ripped away just as he was about to sit down and enjoy it. He would have howled with frustration if he could have found the air to do it. As it was, he could barely whimper.

Dusk walked to his closet, and when he turned around, he had a pair of collars in hand. They were thick leather, silver and black, and each one had a tag of a cat's paw right on the front. They both read 'Dusk's', as if they were no longer named, but rather property to be marked.

"If you wear these...if you take me as your master...I will allow you to cum."

The stallion stared at the collars, unable to believe what he was hearing. He knew that the cat had something planned, or at least, had had something planned, but this? This felt almost impossible. There had to be something that he wasn't understanding.

Yet, the collars were real, and the way that Dusk looked at him and Peter, it was clear that he was serious, that he wanted to take them in and make them part of his belongings. The idea of being under that man, of allowing the black cat to fuck him every day, to train his hole and use him like a bitch, was pleasurable beyond belief.

But for all that, there was still a hint of pride left to the stallion. There was still that small part of him that knew that he was some bit better than this, that he was a stud, that he was someone that deserved some attention of his own. That he...

That he...

Andrew groaned as his thoughts were interrupted by the sheer emptiness of his asshole once more. He tried to grit his teeth and keep it from affecting him, but at the same time, all he knew was how much he wanted to be fucked.

The stallion met the cat's eyes, and once more, he felt that wave of pleasure and utter sensuality, that intimacy and that power of domination. He had felt it so many times that night that this didn't feel any different, and yet, it felt that much more amazing.

He huffed, his cock throbbing as he clenched his fists against the sheets. He lowered his head, staring at the bed, at the stains in the blankets, at the long lines of sweat and cum and who knew what else on the bed. They were all from Dusk, all part of what he had done to mark and break them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Peter panting and shivering, shaking and moaning just as he was doing. They were both near to breaking, both desperate for that last bit of stimulation that would send them over the edge. They needed it, they craved it.

Can...can I ever get that...from someone else?

There was something about Dusk that made him different from everyone that he had ever been with before, and not just the fact that the cat had been on top all night. It was something more than that, something far more intense.

He...he is a real master...

He had seen many others that had pretended to be, but Dusk was the real thing. He had the power of personality, that 'it' thing that made it impossible for anyone to deny what he ordered. The two of them had been ready to fuck the cat at some point, but now...now, all they wanted to do was obey.

They wanted to give in.

They wanted to cum.

Andrew lowered his head, panting as he offered his neck. He groaned, nodding.

"Then give yourself to me, Andrew," Dusk said.

"Whatever...whatever you ask of me...whatever you want me to do...whatever you tell me to do...it will be done. I am...I am yours."

The collar came down, and he gasped at the feeling of it wrapping around his neck. It was tight, firm, the sort of thing that felt like it was more permanent than it looked, and he blushed worse as he realized how his cock throbbed as it was put around his neck.

Peter was right behind him, begging for the collar in the same way. As soon as they were both locked in, Dusk arranged them to face one another, their asses pushed back, their cocks against each other. The stallion's flat-headed shaft rested firmly on the orca's slippery thing, and then, Dusk was there.

Andrew felt that hard cock against his hole, felt the throbbing that came after. His teeth clenched together, hard, and he whimpered under his breath as he felt the heat of that stiff prick about to invade him again. He breathed in, out -

Squelch.

And then it was inside of him, sliding through the mess of cum and pre-cum and sweat that was all inside of him now. He felt the tip of the cat's cock slide over his prostate, and that was all it took.

"NNNNNNGH!"

The horse groaned, whinnied, screamed as he went over the edge. An orgasm that was hours delayed, put off for hours and hours and hours, left him screaming at the top of his lungs. He thrashed about, only pinned by the arms over his head, the pressure of the powerfully strong cat pinning him down.

He arched his back, thrusting against the dick under him, cumming all over himself and the orca beneath him. Peter shivered, trembled against him, but he swore that his orgasm just kept right on rolling, even as Dusk pulled out of him.

He was still cumming when Peter started his flood, when their streams crossed, when they covered each other with their loads. The stallion wanted to feel offended, wanted to feel something...something else from being on the bottom, but he couldn't. He had been trained.

No, he had been broken.

The horse slumped forward, groaning as he felt the thick loads that had been pumped up his ass earlier that night slowly dribbling out. The feeling was so intense, so powerful, that he had no words. All he had was the utter need to never lose that feeling, and with the collar around his neck, he knew that it would never have to happen. He had a master now, one that knew how to give him this pleasure, and that was all that he needed.

Soft hands gently rolled the two bigger males apart, and Andrew allowed himself to be pushed to one side of the bed. He was vaguely aware of Peter being pushed to the other side, but that was all he knew before the world seemed to shift again, before something else seemed to change.

Was the bed always this big? he wondered.

He supposed it didn't matter. As long as they fit, they were fine. The stallion allowed himself to be pulled towards the center of the bed again, groaning under his breath as he had his head laid against the soft black fur of the smaller feline.

"Mmmph..."

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it."

"Just...weird..."

"Yeah..." Peter chuckled. "Weird."

"But good, I imagine. Yes?" Dusk asked.

Good. That was an understatement if ever there was one. 'Good' was an orgasm. This had been something that had redefined the word 'orgasm', because that just wasn't good enough to describe what that explosion had felt like. The stallion chuckled to himself, unable to help nuzzling up against the cat a little more firmly.

"It's better than good..."

"Just as you two will be better than good to me. Yes?"

The idea of losing what they'd just earned sent shivers down the horse's spine, and not in a good way. Dusk had just shown them what they really were on the inside, how it felt to be a submissive, how much of a reward there was waiting for them if they did a good job every single day for their master. The idea of going back to other subs, other sluts sucking his cock and giving him some other sort of pleasure, something so meaningless, did more than make his dick shrink away.

It made him afraid.

You earned this. You don't have to be afraid.

That didn't make him feel that much better. He hadn't even known that this sort of thing was real, that there was any way of earning this sort of pleasure before. To only just now learn about it and then think about losing it worried him.

Yet, there was the pleasure of the master's touch, the cat's fingers gently drawing him down. He listened to the soft beat of Dusk's heart, and he started to slide back towards sleep. He was drained beyond measure from that orgasm, and the afterglow was finally starting to settle on him. He closed his eyes, starting to drift off.

I am his...I am his...

It was a mantra that continued to grow as the horse slid into slumber, and by the time that he was completely out, he had instilled it into his own mind, making it as permanent in his brain as his own name. There was nothing that could shake this from him, nothing that could take Dusk from him.

Nothing.

The End

Summary: Andrew arrives at Dusk's place with a few other sluts that the cat has collected, and has the night of his life.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, horse, orca, cat, magic, size difference, anal, rimming, oral, musk, cum, creampie, slime, threesome, series, modern fantasy, master/slave, owner, collar, double penetration, orgasm,