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The clicking of the tracks was the first thing that reached his ears, followed by the loud whistling as the train sped from the darkness of the tunnel, easing into a stop in the station proper. Car after car flashed in front of Gavin, the large goat catching glimpses of his own reflection in the glass every time the windows flew in front of him, until finally the train came to a stop and he could see himself clearly.

He saw a tall, muscular old man in the glass, short brown fur covering his body, darker hair framing his face and covering his head, pierced by a pair of curved horns. Behind his glasses, wise eyes in a frown greeted him, and even with the wrinkles he had to admit he was an attractive man. Yes, there was nothing wrong in considering himself hot, right? Especially right now, when he could use the boost, and when he literally needed to be desirable.

His eyes went downwards and he took in his own body as well: Broad shoulders, gigantic pecs and monstrously thick arms made his torso, a string tank that could only be called clothing being the only thing covering any sort of skin; even his nipples were exposed, not to mention his abs, to the point that he wondered if going shirtless would be less blatant. His legs were just as defined, only protected by a pair of gym shorts that nary reached the middle of his thighs, and he gulped as a breeze from the tunnel hit them, reaching the tip of his manhood almost poking down the opening of such loose garments; the freedom of commando was always welcome, but the mental strain to keep his member from snaking down his leg and jumping out in public not so much.

That's when the doors opened and people started streaming in and out of the metal beast, never listening to that voice on the speakers telling them to wait for people to come out first. They were all impatient, except him. There was no one else waiting for this one car and no one came out, just like he had been told would happen. It was an unspoken agreement between the men inside and the crowds in the station, most of which only glanced at the goat once and immediately knew where he was headed. They avoided their glances afterwards, only bringing a deep blush to his face, and with a sigh Gavin accepted his fate and stepped inside right before the doors closed.

For the first few seconds, nothing happened. The moment the doors closed, those little sounds everyone takes for granted stopped, and Gavin found himself in a deeper kind of silence, standing in front of the seats, holding on to the straps hanging above his head. The moment his arm rose and every muscle moves, from his chest to his now exposed pit, he felt every pair of eyes on him, eating him up with even more hunger, more of that sheer, almost scary need in them. Without turning, he already knew he was nothing but a piece of meat for all these men, some of them licking their lips as they thought of what to do with their newcomer. Any second now, the car train would take off and they would sink into the darkness of the tunnel again, and that's when it would begin.

"Hey," a voice whispered, a snout way too close to his ear for comfort, and yet that breath sent a shiver up his spine that made his member jump in his shorts. Rather visibly, the head already poking fully down the edge. He didn't dare turn around, but the hyena behind him was reflected on the window in front of him anyway; the suit he wore did little to hide the broad physique, and that only made Gavin's own shameful thirst rise. His body jerked slightly as the train started moving, and he knew it was just a matter of time before he would lose himself to it...

But before they reached the end, the hyena groped his chest from behind, giving him a good squeeze and locating his nipple in no time, tweaking it, pulling at it, already making him whine in delight. Gavin's conscious mind thought about who might have seen them form outside the car, but the chuckles reaching his ears from every other man around him made him forget the possibility. They finally sank in the darkness of the tunnel, with only the artificial lights inside the train to keep them company, and that's when they all started getting up.

"That's a really nice reaction," the hyena kept whispering in his ear and he reached around the goat's body, grabbing his dick through the thin fabric of his shorts. That touch alone made Gavin squirt pre all over his leg, a moan leaving his lips as the rough hands started stroking. "You come in here dressed like this, there's no way you don't know what goes on in this car. You want it that bad, don't you?"

"You don't get this hard if you don't want it," a dragon approached them wearing nothing but a shirt and pants, both of which he was already unbuttoning. Gavin got a clear view of his plump pecs and the defined abs, along with the already dripping slit. His body heated up like crazy just from looking at it, his throat drying up and begging for him to eat it out. But he remained still, feeling the reptile take his cock from the hyena's grasp, holding him much tighter, until he got a scream out of the goat from the pressure alone. "You love it, don't you, slut? Come on, say it."

"I do, sir..." he gasped, and the dragon reached for his other nipple, twisting it until he got Gavin to squirm. The hyena cupped his pecs and pushed them up, presenting them not just to the dragon but to the small crowd that had formed around them. A good squeeze and then the dragon dove on those glorious mounds, his jaws open and his fangs sinking hard around the flesh. As soon as he bit him, Gavin yelled again, feeling his knees shaking, remaining upright only thanks to the man holding him from behind. A wolf took the other pec and the goat felt both of their hands on his waist as they pulled him closer, almost making him lose his footing. They sucked hard, tongues lapping the nubs of flesh and making his breathing rush.

From behind, his shorts were roughly yanked off him, his perfectly round ass exposed and his dick jumping as it was finally released from the fabric. He was harder than he expected, length pointing straight ahead, roughly stroked by those reptilian hands, his own pre used to coat and lube him. But most of them focused on his plump cheeks, and the hyena pulled his tail up to make his ass jut out. Hands started rubbing and groping him, spreading the buttocks and revealing the hole hiding between them, just a bit looser than usual, thanks to the toy he practiced with before coming over. But no amount of practice could've prepared him for the barrage of fingers that wrestled each other in a desperate attempt to slip inside. Two, maybe three made their way in, and while the goat didn't see their owners, he could tell they were all different species.

The hyena's rough tongue going up his neck sent shivers down his spine, followed by sharp fangs sinking on his flesh. The surge of pain forced an old instinct and his hips pushed back against the fingers, ass grinding an invisible length and daring them to go further in, to reach his sensitive prostate and truly make him whimper for their promised pleasures. The hiss of a zipper gave him a different idea, and a throbbing, dripping member slipped between his thighs, pressing against his balls and the underside of his hardened erection. The dragon held them both together, squeezing Gavin against the hyena's manhood and stroking them together. Few things could arouse this old goat as much as the heat of another man, so close to his body like this, grinding, stirring memories of his youth and burning emotions in his loins. Naturally, the moans started anew, echoing in the car so loudly, not even the laughter and murmurs of the others around him could drown them out.

He was already close. Despite the image of composure and decency he kept in public, Gavin knew better than anyone how experienced he was, how many times his body had been touched and abused to the extreme. Decades of submissive debauchery, decades! And all it took was a few days of celibacy for even the slightest touch to turn him into a mess. Hole forcefully spread open, he felt even more fingers making their way inside, crowding him until he had to gasp for air. Too much, he kept thinking, and yet he kept grinding back, clenching as he could and humping against the dragon's hand. Those rough scales where far too comfortable, and he slowly lost himself to the sensation, bit by bit.

His whines got sharper and he lost track of his own voice. One of those times he couldn't believe it was him moaning like that, the heat spreading through his body and his breathing rushing like never before. His pecs rose and grew larger with every intake of air, only for the pair of hungry maws to snap harder around his nipple, suck more euphorically. He felt the warm milk boiling inside them, but he knew the race for the first shot would be won by his nether regions. Any second now, as he kept humping that hand, as every nerve in his body started burning from sharp teeth sinking in his skin...

Yet that mechanical whistle filled his ears, followed by a distorted announcement that he had no hope of understanding. Gavin was suddenly thrust back into reality, remembering where he was, where the train was headed. Right on cue, the darkness on the windows started to recede as they approached the light at the end of the tunnel. The next station, full of people cluelessly waiting to board the train, not even imagining the filth going on inside one of the cars. But they would all see him, they would all know how much of a pervert this old goat was; they would see him taken by too many men, borderline naked, abused and begging for more, like the whore he knew himself to be deep down. His breathing started to fail him, causing him to gasp as he shuddered. Not out of fear or anxiety, though. He was excited. The thrill of being caught red-handed, of the world seeing how bad he could degrade himself for sex, made his cock throb.

All men moved at once. As soon as the front car left the tunnel, the fangs clamped around his tits abandoned him and he was made to turn towards the seats. A single bear sat in front of him, his hand stroking the fat erection poking out of his zipper, dripping with pearly pre that made the old goat lick his chops. The hyena stayed behind him, humping slightly between his thighs, covering him from the gawking eyes that may have caught him through the windows. The rest of the men in the car moved in surprising unison, looking like a well-oiled machine. It was odd and beautiful in its own way, watching them return to their roles so smoothly. They became tired office workers, impatient college students, random citizens just waiting to return home. There was no evidence of the sheer debauchery they indulged on mere seconds ago, save for the lingering smell of sweat and cum, and Gavin's own nudity as a constant reminder.

Then the train came out fully into the station. Seconds, that was all it took them to go back to their places. Far more experienced than they let on. Gavin himself had always done it in public, in parks at night, dark alleyways, the usual spots you found online. But doing it in broad daylight, when anyone could just step in and see... It was impressive that they could handle themselves so well, but what he felt the most was his member, still out of his shorts, still throbbing and jumping as the doors opened and the chilly breeze of the station, of the broad daylight, brushed past his balls. Never had he been this exposed, this aroused. The bear reaching for him and jacking off slightly didn't help. He was covered by the hyena, protected from prying eyes, and that meant the abuse could go on.

One or two men left the car, he saw them in the window's reflection. Around three more replaced them. Quick glances exchanged between them and he immediately knew they were in on it. An unspoken agreement in society, as if everyone deep down knew only a certain kind of person would go inside this one car. The next few seconds before the doors closed were nothing but pain, his throat closing up as he tried desperately to keep the moans down. A tiger in a hoodie stood next to him and did nothing but glance to the side, watching as the goat was stroked, as he sweated from the intense heat coursing his body. Being touched, groped and abused, he was used to all those and more. But to be admired, to be eaten up like nothing but entertainment... God, there was something there that made him crazy.

The train started going again and the darkness embraced them a second time. As soon as it did, Gavin's knees gave in and he fell on top of the bear, whimpering in delight as their cocks pressed against each other, humping and frotting with him, feeling those large hands roam his back. Behind him, a few of the men kissed and stroked each other, resuming their own personal sessions, but he still knew he was the main dish for many of them.

"You're doing really good, man," the bear's voice was rough from years of smoking, but he still made Gavin tremble with such a deep baritone. His strong hands easily got the goat to turn on his lap, his front now completely exposed to the rest of the car. "Really good. Not every day we get such a nice piece of meat here. Having fun?"

"Yes..." his voice was shaky, but his words were true. The warm breath on his ear and the encouraging whispers slowly gnawed at what little inhibitions Gavin had left and he sank on the bear behind him. His almost naked back pressed against the plump pecs, the solid muscle underneath like a pillow across his entire body. Nothing short of bliss, he thought as he felt that fat manhood grind and rub between his cheeks, tease his tight hole and threaten to enter. But not yet, not when there was still so much time to tease him. "Y-You know... It's been a while since I did... something like this."

"Oh?" the bear leaned and started kissing his neck, nibbling it, getting trembling moans out of the goat. His robust hands reached for Gavin's thighs, slowly spreading them, exposing his crotch even more. The grinning hyena and dragon kept stroking at the sight, hands going for his cheat, his balls- Every inch of him they could get their greedy fingers on. The tiger kept on looking without so much as trying to touch himself, a few others joining him while even more tried to get a good grope of the old man. The whispering continued in his ear, making him shudder. "Share with the rest of the class, then."

"Fuck... L-Last time..." he started as the dragon kneeled, his teeth once again closing around the goat's tit. His nipple was sucked furiously and the heat spreading through his body made his pecs feel like boiling, stirring the thick milk sloshing around inside them, drops already coming out, gulped by the greedy reptile. "My boyfriends- Ah! He tied us up to... a tree in the park," he traded a glance with the dragon, neither of them saying a word. The milk running down his throat was their secret, at least for now. "I-In the middle of the... m-morning. That feels nice," he cried at someone tugging his balls. "With... vibrators. First to cuhhhm... had to stay there all morning."

Someone to the side grabbed Gavin's head. He didn't get to see the man that pulled his hair and forced him to look his way; he only saw the throbbing member in front of him, the few pulses it gave before the first rope of seed burst out of him and soaked the goat's face. It was shocking, but what his conscious mind couldn't do, his instincts more than made up. His mouth opened, trying to catch as much of that seed as he could, tongue out, lapping it off the air itself and feeling it roll down his throat. The sticky warmth felt like an old friend greeting him, an old lover kissing him, and he was greedy for more. Most of it ended on his face, painting him white, and his ears filled with the groans from this mystery man before he stepped back, but he had his taste to remember him by.

"Your boyfriend sounds pretty fucking hardcore," a voice reached him through the ether of his own arousal. It took Gavin a moment to recognize the hyena, his hand still over the goat's length, thumb slowly rubbing the exposed tip. For someone who was clearly dominant, he had a surprisingly tender touch. He knew starting soft could make them squirm harder. "Who won? You or your other boyfriend?"

"Does it matter? Doesn't make him less of a cum hungry whore," a wolf behind the hyena said and the car filled with chuckles. "Just look at him," he said with his phone in hand, followed by the click of his camera in action. Gavin's eyes bulged, feeling the seed dripping down his face, aware of what he looked like and that it was captured for a stranger's posterity. And again, that made him throb.

Large bear hands squeezed his thighs and brought him back to reality just as a rough tongue pressed against his neck. Up it went, lightly matting his fur until he reached the cum-stained cheek, cupping it all with the tip of his tongue, a rumbling chuckle leaving his throat. He leaned and pulled Gavin into a deep kiss, moaning in his mouth, rolling the stranger's seed between them and letting the goat relish in its taste for a while longer. The bear's cock shook against his hole, pre oozing out of him, coating the flesh, slipping inside him. The goat's hips buckled back to try and get him to slip in, feeling nothing but desire and hunger for that ursine manhood. But it kept being denied to him.

Sharp fangs met his other pec and he was sucked furiously on both sides, milk pouring out of both perky nipples. The sharp fangs on his flesh sent jolts through his body, and the hyena's hand kept stroking him harder, the tip of his claw invading his urethra, barely poking it and teasing inside. It was a far more sensitive area than he remembered, and his balls started aching with the need for release. Every inch of his body was set on fire.

Then the light at the end of the tunnel started to become more and more visible, and just like last time all men pulled back into their pants and returned to the illusions of normalcy they used through the day. All but Gavin, who remained on the bear's lap, cock teasing his hole while a circle of men protected him from the outside view. To be watched by so many men, feeling the milk trickling down his pronounced pecs, their bulges throbbing inside their underwear for him...

"This is my stop," the dragon said, wiping milk off his mouth as the doors opened. With a wave to the rest of the cart and a final look at the abused Gavin, he joined the small group on their way out with a smile. He kept glancing back, unable to tear his eyes from the goat, wanting to stay in and play with him some more...

To be desired with such intensity can be a powerful drug, and that was the euphoria that sent Gavin over the edge. Feeling those hungry eyes all over him fed the filthiest corners of his ego, and without warning he humped forward with a sharp moan. The bear's hand covered his mouth in an instant, muffling the sound of his voice, but his member didn't get the same treatment and ropes of seed burst out of him with shuddering intensity. Electricity traveling through his body, a thrill like nothing he had felt before, hitting him and coating the floor between his feet. Like his face, his chest was now painted multiple tones of white, his own seed sticking to his fur, clinging and shining under the train's artificial lights. Waves of pleasure washed over him as the sliver of conscious thought left asked himself if someone in the station had seen it, if the world was now aware of how much of a slut he was.

"What the fuck?" he barely recognized that voice, or the emotions coming from beneath it. A clearer mind would've told him about the anger and shock in those words, warned him, really. In front of him, the hyena stepped back, getting several glances from the other men in the car. Worried glances, seeing as he had broken one of their many unspoken rules. But he didn't care; he thought only of the blast of seed that burst out of the goat, checking his suit to make sure that nothing fell on his pants or his blazer. Thankfully, he covered the strongest one with a suitcase, now dripping with Gavin's thick cum, surely to leave a stain. And that was enough to get the hyena to fume.

The alarm sounded again and the doors closed, giving them all a renewed sense of security. The rumbling of the train moving back into the darkness of the tunnel was a welcome change of pace, in particular to those obsessed few that knew this one to be the longest of the bunch. They would remain in the darkness for a long while, giving them more time to sink in their debauchery.

"You almost shot on me, bitch!" the hyena yelled, getting even more eyes on himself. More specifically, interested in the way his foot landed on the seat and he started grinding against Gavin's spent cock and hefty balls. The goat yelled from the sudden pain surging through his body, trembling in the bear's grasp, but his voice mixed with groans and sounds of delight. That only encouraged the hyena, who had a maddening grin on his face now. "I have a meeting today and you almost ruined my damn suit! I should teach you a lesson. But you'd love that, wouldn't you? You fucking pain slut."

Gavin's teeth clenched and the veins on his neck started popping. Trails of drool fell down the sides of his jaw until a gasp escaped him, turned into a moan. The hyena leaned forward, an arm on his knee as he put more weight on the goat's junk, squeezing it all against the seat, grinding him under the sole of his shoes. The heel pressed against Gavin's head and he felt the rush of a new load already climbing its way up his member.

For the rest of the train, time had stopped. While at first they looked at them intending to complain, they were now hypnotized by the rough treatment their newcomer received. Cocks other than Gavin's throbbed from how hard he was stepped on, and the silence that fell allowed his yells and moans to travel through the car, reaching all of their ears, captivating them. Their attention was entirely devoted to the goat being tortured, their own hands moving to stroke themselves on habit alone, and a single thought crossed all of their minds in synchrony: 'Ah, I want to make him scream too'.

The bear was the only one who seemed still composed. He looked at the hyena, still high in his own dominance, pushing harder on the goat's cock; in the same way, he felt Gavin's body rumble from his own intense screaming, shuddering at the jolts traveling through his body from the abuse, silently wanting more. He just shushed gently on the goat's ear, trying to reassure him, and bit hard on it to make him shudder again. By the time his eyes were open again, they were surrounded by several other men, all of them equally ready to have their way with their newest toy.

"P-Please..." the first words that came out of Gavin were pleas for mercy, but he didn't look at the hyena or any man in general. His voice seemed to go towards the whole car, asking them all to release him, to give him release... The hyena chuckled lightly and ground his member harder against the seat. "Ahhh! Fuuuck...!" his voice slurred with pleasure, moans and words mixing.

A hand reached and grabbed his face, thick fingers invading his open mouth instantly. Gavin gagged from the shock and his tongue coiled around them out of habit, but this man was rough and he pulled his mouth towards him, pushing in and out, forcing him to suck his fingers. Memories of so many cocks flooded the goat's mind and he tried reaching for the hand in his mouth to stroke it as one, but a strong grip bent his arms and pinned them against his back, ursine biceps flexing against his own. Completely defenseless now, two mouths went for his exposed tits, fangs clamping around his nipples, sinking through the flesh and sucking with even more aggression than the dragon before them. Once they knew they were fountains of milk, they would rest at nothing until they had a taste of him. They sucked hard enough that after just a few seconds Gavin knew his nipples were red and puffy, and the rough sensation of their tongues against the fleshy nubs felt like sandpaper.

The hyena stepped back and his foot abandoned Gavin's crotch, giving the goat a shameful yearning. What he would give for more of that pain, to be able to ask for it, but his mind was slowly turning into a blank from the rest of the sensations. With that moment of freedom, it was the bear behind him that took advantage, bucking his hips and letting the tip of his member slid inside Gavin's expectant hole. He flexed the muscles as much as he could, but it was still an ursine manhood, and it spread him wider than he thought it would. As every inch of girth filled him up, his muffled screams filled the car anew, getting multiple grins thrown his way. The heavy grunts behind him started out of nowhere and the bear slammed inside him, burying well over half his monstrous length all the way down the goat; his mouth was too full to grit, his jaw too strained to clench, and the screams only got louder, the humps only got faster and his own member jumped and throbbed furiously as a drop of pearly white pre started rearing out of his head, ready to burst out.

"Already going for a second shot, handsome?" the bear asked behind him, his terse voice adorned with the heavy grunts. The large man only glanced at the hyena once, proving his authority when the feline kneeled and grabbed Gavin's manhood again. His grasp was painfully tight, but the goat still humped and thrust back against his hand, needing the release, hungry for whatever this particular man would do to him. The strokes resumed with rough motions, his thumb pressing the sensitive tip, pushing against Gavin's frenulum and sending jolts of sheer pleasure through his body. The bear synched up with the hyena's movements and hit his prostate after every stroke, getting faster by the second. The old goat started kicking from how good it felt, only for those large bear hands to hold his thighs in place.

Every stroke and thrust made his balls jump wildly, and the hyena reached for them, at first to keep them in place, then his hold started to tighten as well. Each one squeezed and pulled beyond his pain threshold, the goat twisted left and right, desperate to free himself from his captor's grasp, use his own hands to save himself; that was the instinct his brain kept shooting signals for, and that his body couldn't keep up with. The bear was too strong, the hyena too enticing. The thrusts slowed down to powerful slams, each one sending jolts through Gavin's spine, his head rearing back and his ass clenching around that thick length, massaging him for that sweet, warm fluid that his guts were begging for. All while his own was churned by the hyena's expert hands, climbing only to be pushed down in aggressive strokes, each one tighter than the last.

Muffled moans reached his ears and he felt the surge on his chest, milk bursting out with greater pressure, sucked out of him by the strength of their hunger. When one of them left, he was immediately replaced by a mouth even thirstier, neither of their identities or species to ever be seen by the goat. His vision was getting blurry from the intensity, anyway; to his tired, aroused eyes they were all formless shadows, dicks attached to blobs that he had no interest on beyond pleasing them, being abused by them. Reason started leaving his mind, pushed out every time those fingers in his mouth dove further, every time that massive cock slammed his prostate and made him moan like the bitch in heat he had become.

"Getting close?" the hyena chuckled and rubbed the edge of Gavin's head, his claw poking the entrance just as a drop of thick seed threatened to push out. As he smeared it all over the goat's sensitive tip, holding tighter to keep the rest from shooting, he grinned manically at the grimace his simple actions gave him. A spark of inspiration happened after that. "Does anyone have a sounding rod?"

"I do," a white tiger jumped in right away, stepping through the crowd of stroking men that surrounded Gavin. He didn't even remember such a crowd forming in the first place. He saw the new feline approach, pantless, shirt pulled up with just a bit of chub exposed, his figure revealed through the confusing haze. He never stopped stroking, his breathing rushed and excited as he reached for his own member and slowly pulled at a glint on the tip. Shudders riddled him as the rod slowly came out of his tip, coated in so much shining pre, a single drop hung from the lower end.

And that was when Gavin's conscious thought ended, thanks to another powerful thrust, courtesy of the bear. The hyena reached for the offered rod with an even wider grin, watching as the drop of pre finally fell and landed on the goat's member. Only then did he start teasing him with it.

"All slicked up for you, buddy," he laughed again, pushing the first inch and getting a drawn out moan from him. Had his arms been free, had his mouth been empty... he wouldn't have stopped him, he knew that. He would've just continued to squirm as he was now, feeling that hint of flush hit him as he was invaded by another man's fluids. Half way down and the hyena resumed his strokes, making sure Gavin felt every bit of cold metal inside him, inserting it slower as he made the seed to rise yet again. Blocking it was one thing, but feeling it being pushed down by the incoming rod in real time made every muscle in the old goat's body clench.

Air was literally pushed out of the goat's lungs when a powerful hump filled his hole. In his ear, he heard with perfect clarity the heavy breathing of the mighty bear behind him, hands holding his chest now, pushing those heavy tits up to give the suckers a better angle; they clamped harder, milk dripping down their chins, nothing compared to how much they gulped furiously. The thick bear fingers cupped his hanging pecs like ripe fruit, claws starting to sink on the underside with a similar hunger, and the man's thrusts became faster and stronger. Every bit of strength those ursine hips could give were used to their limit, slamming against Gavin's prostate, making him moan and gasp with fingers in his mouth, with rod in his dick stopping the countless orgasms he had already been denied. Two or three thrusts, that was all it took for the seed in his balls to burn and climb up his length, only to be stopped by the metal and go back. His toes curled and he kicked like a possessed madman, whining from the intensity. He was on the verge of tears, all from wanting his release.

"F-Fuck..." the bear's voice was finally starting to crumble under his own pressure, but the goat still heard the smile in his words. His enormous arms grew tense, veins popping along his biceps as he pulled Gavin into a tighter embrace. His humps turned shorter and stronger, and he filled the old man's ass to the brim, pre pouring out of him and thickening, shooting inside him, ready to turn into a much thicker batter. The fingers came out of Gavin's mouth just in time for his screams and moans to fill the car, half the men present shooting just from hearing the sound of his voice.

The next shock came when one of the bear's hands reached for his mouth and covered it, his voice now completely muffled. The men around him dispersed, shuffling around the seats until a few of them made a circle around him, blocking him from the entrance. The light from the station started to sip through the windows, the train slowly approaching its destination... Then why wasn't the bear stopping? He was still thrusting, pushing inside him, hitting every sweet spot in Gavin's hole and making the goat tremble and moan in nothing but pure delight. Even with that hand in the way, his voice came out clear enough for everyone to hear as they continued to jerk off.

The train slowed down and through the gaps between the men in front of him, Gavin got glimpses of the station. The doors audibly opened and the buzzling from the open world reached his ears. His entire body trembled at the mere thought of being in such a position, literally fucked when so many unaware people were mere feet away from him; when a single curious glance could spell the end of their little charade. It set him on fire again, eyes rolling back as he reared and felt his seed rise and get stuck in place by that rod. The bear gasped and heaved in his ear, his voice a low growl that sent shivers up his spine as he slammed one final time.

Bliss. There was no other way for the goat to describe it. A flood of thick, hot cum bursting inside him, his ass clenching around that cock to try and milk him out of more in a matter of seconds. He whined loudly through the fingers, his tongue poking them as he wished to push it out, to have any of these men kiss him, take his shaking tits, suck his dick and balls- He just wanted attention, to be abused from every angle available as his hole overflowed with that powerful ursine seed. How badly he wished they would just step back and expose him to the outside world, that everyone on the other side of those doors would see him, only for a second, before the train left the station again and left Gavin with nothing but the searing shame burning in his loins. God, that made him climax yet again, another orgasm forever lost.

The doors closed at the same time as the bear finished humping, his girth slipping out and Gavin's spent hole dripping with his seed. He panted hard as the train started moving again and the men stepped away from him, revealing him to the windows for the two seconds before they were surrounded by the tunnel's darkness once again; two seconds in which he felt his heart stop and his dick jump in excitement. Once they were in the shadows of their own deviance, the strong arms that had been holding him tightly pushed him on the floor, forcing him on all floors with a gasp.

"Not bad. That's one sweet ass," the bear's coarse voice said, to the approving chuckles of the others. Gavin looked over his shoulder and watched him lazily stroke his dick, lubed with his own seed and still as hard as before. But he was no longer interested in just having a piece of ass to keep for himself. Gavin had seen it before, that awfully generous glint in a dom's eyes, that need to share a good find with others.

They turned into animals, perceiving some sort of hidden gesture that he had no hope of figuring out. Someone grabbed his hips and pushed his ass up, rubbing his dick against the dripping hole, between his plump cheeks, ready to pierce him a second time. Said man reached and pulled his hair, forcing the goat to literally bleat in pain as his head was aimed at the tiger's crotch, the same man that had so graciously borrowed him a sounding rod. He gave him a smirk and that same length pushed down Gavin's mouth, his lips hungrily closing around the base, moaning and gagging around it without a care in the world for anything other than the sweet act of deepthroating a man, relishing in that salty essence. His horns turned into little more than handles and next thing he knew, a pair of heavy nuts slapped against his chin repeatedly.

The mystery man behind him didn't waste time, aiming the tip of his throbbing member and ramming it all the way in, instantly hitting Gavin's prostate. He screamed around the tiger's dick and turned around as much as he could, trying to see this rough lover. But he didn't recognize the orca behind him; a newcomer, a guy that got inside in the last station, and that didn't even hesitate to grab and use him like the cock sleeve he was, pushing the bear cum out of his hole with every powerful thrust.

"Fuck, look at his tits..." someone in the crowd said, but Gavin didn't need them to. He felt his pecs jiggling and shaking up and down in real time, hanging from his position, trembling from the intensity, the power of those mighty hips rolling through his entire body. It was painful and exquisite in so many ways, he could almost cry, and he felt his milk once again threaten to push out. Only by a pair of hands grabbing them did it stop, blocked in place by his nipples being tweaked and his chest squeezed and handled like pieces of clay. "How are these things real? They're so fucking big!"

Hands roamed his pecs with abandon, pinching and pulling his nipples, sinking in his flesh and groping the powerful muscle underneath his fur, soaking themselves with milk and sweat. He was sweating so much, covered in a thick layer of it, his skin sensitive to even the slightest touch. The rough hands scratching the surface of his tits, squeezing them to spill milk out as if they were udders, making him whine and arch his back just to push his chest out, give them more flesh to work with.

"Fuck damn... This is one hell of a whore mouth- Fuck! You hungry bitch," the tiger gasped and fucked harder, his balls leaving a trail of sweat on Gavin's chin. Hands left the goat's horns and held his head and jaw, pulling him until he was literally kissing the feline's pubes, gently turning him to the side and giving the tiger a better angle. Short humps, the kind that spelled climax, the tip of his still throbbing member constantly poking the back of Gavin's throat. He choked on it, clenched around it, his body begging for its contents until the first splash of cum finally burst out of the tiger with a roar that shook the car. Gavin gulped as fast as he could, but he was spent, and his body told him it didn't matter to let that thick load out of his mouth, spilling down his cheeks and chin, soaking his lips with every thrust. Once the tiger was done, he pulled out with a pop, and cum dripped out of the goat's mouth and down his neck.

"Looking like a proper slut, eh?" the hyena jumped in and cupped Gavin's chin, taking a few more pictures of his cum-soaked features. "This is going on the group chat, peeps! Look forward to it!" such words were met with cheers from the crowd, and all Gavin could throw in were a few raspy breaths before a second dick slipped inside his mouth.

Not even a second of respite was allowed, as the orca's own thrusts started to slow down as well. Gavin could've sworn he heard the bear's cum still being pushed out of him, rolling down his thighs. He closed his eyes to try and focus on the dick in his mouth, suck it properly, coil his tongue around it, but there was no denying the far superior bolts of satisfaction coming from his spent hole. Hands balled into fists so tightly, he thought he would push through the train's floor, but they ended up around the thighs in front of him just for the sake of having some sort of leverage. A particularly powerful thrust made his entire body shake with nothing but desire, and the orca's load exploded in his ass, filling him anew and making him scream in pure ecstasy. Even with a cock buried deep down his throat, when he was supposed to be unable to breath, his voice couldn't be stopped.

His own orgasm hit him like a truck. Waves of pleasure that he had barely imagined before in his life; a powerful jet of cum that climbed up his member with such force, the sounding rod slid right out of him with a swift movement that sent shivers up his spine. Immediately followed by ropes of goat seed splashing right under him, staining the floor, making a literal pool of seed that felt as if it was taking his own consciousness with it. Every shot, whether it was buried inside him or fucked out of his nuts, slowly drove him further down a state of hazy pleasure. The milk shooting out of his nipples, the dick in his mouth that wasn't ready to shoot yet, they were nothing but more pleasure, mixed in with the fire coursing his body from the depths of his loins. Lost forever in the confusion of sheer bliss that was his abuse.

The orca finished his forceful thrusts and pulled out of him without a word. Got in, enjoyed him, got out; he would likely get off in the next station, his desires satiated. That was all Gavin was, a quick fuck for them all to satiate whatever base instinct assaulted them that day. He loved every bit of it, every second of his ongoing orgasm, his member twitching and dripping seed in slower bursts that came with the memory of his clenching hole, with the sensation of wayward seed down the back of his muscular legs. Irony would have it that those same legs would cave in, and the goat fell on the floor, on top of the puddle of cum he himself had made, that he continued to shoot onto and expand under his crotch. The pulses made him shudder, and the milk coming out of his tits started to seep to the sides as well. It was all there, under his panting body, he could feel it staining his fur.

Mumbles reached his ears, muffled voices through the darkness. The blurred figures around him spoke in tongues, talking about his current state, most of them jeers at the sorry state he was left on, others, very few, expressing honest concern. Those were quickly shushed by their peers, all of them reassuring them of the truth: Gavin was a toy for them to use until he broke, and he wanted that more than anything else right now.

"Turn him around," someone said. It was the first thing he heard clearly in a while, and the order was followed right after. Strong hands on his thighs and hips turned Gavin on his back, his wet torso now revealed to the masses. Hungry hands reached for the tank that barely covered anything and pulled it up to his jaw, fully revealing the magnificent body the goat had tried very little to hide. A tired smile crossed his lips as the hands roamed his body, squeezing his pecs and coaxing the milk out of him again; low whimpers left him and he humped the air, his member growing hard again, a pearly drop of pre already crowning the tip.

A second later, he already had someone else on his knees, grabbing his hips and slipping his own dick inside his spent hole. Spread wide open and lubed with leftover cum, sloppy thirds, fourths and whatever number they wanted to go with; it went in with no issue and Gavin was once again fucked silly, mouth wide open with a wide smile and a sharp moan that made his entire body shake. The hands on his chest were soon replaced by hungry mouths and restless tongues, taking every inch of his heavy tits, lapping at the milk, and nibbling his nipples to get more out of him. To the side, by nothing but sheer coincidence, he noticed the bear still sitting, still watching the show from what he could only assume was his throne. For this was his kingdom, and the goat was the town's whore.

But all good things must come to an end, and light started to peer into from the edge of the tunnel. The men didn't stop, the pounding growing so strong that Gavin's voice grew croaky from all the screaming. His tits had never been so sore, and he felt milk gushing out of him, into the hungry maws of strangers he would probably never meet again. Every passing second, the light came faster and brighter, but none of them seemed to care. Let us all be found, they thought, who cares if they see our debauchery, as long as they can keep using the goat's holes like this. Pleasure the kind that made reason abandon all men, such was his old body still capable of, and how he loved it. It filled him with pride.

"Get up, get up," the hyena was the one who broke his fantasy, an irony that didn't escape the old man. Reluctant mouths pulled away, leaving nothing but red teeth marks around the goat's dripping nipples, and the dick slipped out of him with a wet pop that made him shudder. Thick seed poured out of his hole, a small puddle forming beneath before he clenched, decided to keep it all in. All around him, the other men stood quietly, trying to remain stoic even when half of them still had their dicks out, stroking them peacefully, leaking... He should be getting up too, instead of letting the outside world see him in such a state.

That's when the first foot landed on his face. At first it was shock that filled him, eyes wide and looking up at the hyena, a grin aimed at him that sent shivers down his spine and to the tip of his dick. Another foot stepped on his member and gently stroked him between thumb and toe, the weight down and making him groan as his balls were tortured for the second time that day. Then on his chest, one on his abs, and before he knew it, Gavin was being stepped on, hidden by the many men that had used him, reduced to little more than a rug for them to stand on top of. The bear, still on his seat, joined and rested his foot on the goat's chest as well, soaking it with milk, smearing it all over him.

Gavin wanted to scream, to close his eyes and ignore this shame. But his own arousal didn't allow him. The train stopped and the doors opened, and never before had he felt as low as he did in that very moment. His lips barely parted and the hyena still took the chance to slip his toe inside and force him to suck it, while the rest of his body was pushed down, nipples stepped on, dick throbbing with every soft stroke until whoever was stepping on him had his toes soaked. Whatever sounds and voices came from outside were drowned by his own heartbeat, thumping in his ears in time with his dick, and he barely managed to see through the steam that covered his eyes. His body was so hot, he squirmed to try and shake the shorts all the way down, to slip out of the tank, no matter how little they covered or how up and down his body they were. It was simply the difference between barely and fully naked, and the latter was what he needed.

By the time the doors closed, he was already completely bare, his clothes left on a small pile to the side. It took a few seconds before the men stepped away from him, their feet dragging on his chest, pulling his nipples, except for the one that leaned down on his balls again, getting a groan out of him. Then the train started moving again and Gavin silently wondered if anyone in the station heard him, if he would become part of their jerk off fantasies once got back home. They would be part of his, for sure.

Slowly, Gavin started to get up. His knees, weak from a mix of his age and his exhaustion, struggled to stay still. They wanted to fall back to the ground, on all fours, that was Gavin's natural state. The ideal position to be used like the breeding pod he was. But as he pondered whether or not to do just that, to surrender to the arousal once again, he felt the world around him suddenly turn around, until he was roughly pressed against the cold glass of the window. Tits squeezed against it, he barely managed to look back and see the hyena's face close to his, the hot breath on his face and the throbbing dick between his cheeks, wet tip already pushing inside his spent hole.

"Next up is the last station, so this is my last chance to have some fun with you, old man," he whispered and nibbled on Gavin's ear, sending yet another shudder down the goat's spine. The other men stared at them in awe, still stroking themselves and each other, biting their knuckles and growing jealous. All of which the hyena sensed when he looked back with a bark. "What y'all looking at!? Fuck each other if you're so thirsty! He's mine now," this time he went down Gavin's neck, feral instincts taking over, turning them into predator and prey. A shrill, excited whimper left the old goat and he pushed back, needing to get more of that man inside him.

Despite silent complains, the bear nodded, and that was all the permission he needed. The hyena's dick rammed all the way inside the goat, pushing a literal bleat out of him. The sound made him blush redder than ever, but it only excited the hyena even more and he kept pounding him, fast enough that his balls slapped hard against the goat's rump, his member throbbing inside him and his breathing rushing with moans and desire evident in his voice. Gavin whimpered and closed his eyes, sinking in the pleasure, feeling the pulses on his own manhood, the seed churning inside him again, all of it wanting out. The hyena reached for his tits and squeezed them hard enough that his fingers were soaked in milk, and Gavin in turn felt like he was in heaven, eyes rolled to the back of his head. More, he wanted so much more!

Behind them, the other men could only gawk in awe. Despite their initial misgivings, their need took over their anger. Even if they couldn't have a shot at the goat's ass, seeing him wrecked to this extreme was one hell of a show on its own. His loud moans were enough to make their stiff rods shake, and they continued touching themselves, kissing each other, groping, feeling and fucking any inch of their bodies they could find. Gavin watched it all in the reflection of the window, their eyes stuck on him despite taking care of one another. He was the one inspiring them to their debauchery, to this extent of nothing but arousal and engagement. He was the one true whore that made other men let go of everything that wasn't for their own pleasure. Had he not been so busy gasping for air, he would've thrown a few words of encouragement at them as well. To grab and use him, to take his body, every inch he had to offer, to do with him as they pleased.

He was nothing but a hole right now, a cock sleeve, and in such a state, time stretched in many different ways. Gavin had no idea how long the pleasure went on, but he was in complete bliss through every second of it. Jolts shot up his body, from the depths of his ass, from his experienced and abused prostate and through his skin, his nerves, like a wildfire, like a storm, like so many things he could barely keep track of. He just moaned and trembled under the hyena's touch, feeling strong hips slam against his rump at a speed he didn't even think possible. It was simply too good to be true and he didn't want it to end.

But all good things must come to an end, and Gavin's own came in the form of a literal light at the end of the tunnel. Pressed against the window, he had perfect view in the distance, and knew there were still precious minutes before they reached the last station. But no one else seemed to notice, or at least they didn't care. Their gasps and moans didn't stop; what started as his run of the mill gangbang turned into a full blown orgy, his own voice the loudest of them all. He sounded like a bitch in heat, or so a few of them said while looking at him. But he was suddenly too focused on that light, slowly getting bigger, brighter, the end of their adventure. Any second now, the hyena would pull him off the window and give him a chance to put his clothes on, kick him off the train like the slut he was. He had actually been looking forward to that, the final moment of humiliation, of being degraded to nothing but a momentary pleasure, less than a fling. Instead of that, he had the rush of being caught, the incoming encounter with the outside world as he was kept in full display. They'd arrive and the entire station would see him naked, tits against the window, pounded by this and who knew how many other guys.

The screeching of the rails reached his ears and the train started to slow down. The others picked up on the fact and very reluctantly let go of one another, some of them huddling up together and still holding each other's dicks, determined to cum even if the doors opened; others were ready to leave together and go to one of their places, finish their session in privacy, taking their sweet time with their bodies. But not the hyena, never the hyena. He was still pounding Gavin, harder than ever, making sure his body hit the window audibly. The goat let out heavy groans with every hit on his too sensitive prostate, shuddering with every slam, pushing back to get more, but his eyes always trailed that light, his heartbeat growing faster with every second, every inch they were closer to it. Car by car, the train came out of the tunnel, and he actually got a glimpse of the people waiting in front of the platform.

At the very last second, when the last car was starting to enter, he felt his body turn around again. The hyena fell back on his seat and held the naked goat on his lap, pushing him down until he was bent over and out of sight. The rush running through both of them was such, Gavin felt a blast of seed erupt inside him, hitting his prostate with a powerful splash as the hyena gritted his teeth to keep his moans down. The goat had to bite his knuckle to keep his own voice down, especially when he let out his own powerful orgasm, seed splashing out of his member and all over his own chest, his pecs coated white from his milk and seed mixing together. It stuck to his fur, to the underside of his chin, shudders riddling him as he was filled and emptied at the same time. The doors opened before he was done, but no one came out just yet, every men enthralled by the sight of the goat's load all over him, falling on the floor, half of them wishing they could just whip their dicks out and stroke at the sight.

Gavin gulped and whimpered again, shaking until his orgasm finally died out. He peered over his shoulder to look at the hyena, but the feline was looking out the window instead, making sure no prying eyes caught them in the act. His heart was beating so fast, the arousal so strong, the goat felt another rope of seed jump out of him and coat his chest yet again.

"Holy shit..." the hyena whispered, a sentiment that every other men shared in silent nods. Gavin was too busy gasping, trying to make sense of the world, of his own blurry vision, feeling his own chest and noticing the seed clinging to his fur. He couldn't clean it up in the middle of a train; all he could do was smear it all over his chest, hope it would wipe off and that his own sweat would keep it from matting it. The only distraction he had was the hyena thrusting one last time, getting a surprised moan out of him. "One hell of an ass indeed. This is the last stop, but feel free to get back any time, buddy."

With those parting words, the hyena subtly pushed the goat off his body and down on the floor, getting up and stretching, back to the window and his dick still out. He zipped back up without caring who might catch up outside and exited the train alongside the bear, and Gavin was sure he caught a glimpse of them holding hands. But whatever thought he may have had vanished when one of the guys, the orca that fucked him before, offered him his clothes. Still lying on the ground, he put his tank and shorts to the best of his ability and stood up, hoping no one else saw him, that his cock wouldn't stain his shorts nor poke out of the leg, and that he wasn't wobbling too much as he made his way out.

The doors closed right behind him, and with one final glance he saw the now empty train leave the station. The place where he had been nothing but a tool for other's pleasure was gone, and he had nothing left of it save for the sweat and cum all over his fur, the musk filling his nostrils as he went up the stairs and out of the station. He noticed a few glances on him, knowing they were due to his clothes, his fully exposed tits and his nipples practically out. He tried his best to pretend he didn't know about the teeth marks around them, hoping they were covered by his fur.

The outside world felt wildly different. The sun still high in the sky and the buzz of many cars on the street, things he had long forgotten, even though mere minutes had gone underground. Such was the state of arousal he found himself in, dangerous memories that stirred his loins and that he had to let go of while in public. It didn't take long for him to find the car parked on the street, and he rushed to it, opening the door to the passenger's seat and lying back with a hearty sigh.

"Seems like you had one hell of a time," Will said next to him. Gavin glanced at the rabbit, his hefty figure elegantly hidden behind his shirt; the rotund belly that he knew for a fact was more muscle than fat looked so tempting right now, what he would give for the chance to lie down on it and fall asleep. But when the sharp eyes looked up at him, he remembered that was the only soft part his lover had. A hand reached for his face, cupping his cheek tenderly before going up, pulling a small mic tucked away between his hair, at the base of his horn. "Was fun to listen in. Unnecessary too, a lot of the guys took pics and videos, it's all on the group chat."

"How do you know these people?" Gavin asked, but his words went predictably ignored. Will was too focused on the video, on the loud moaning coming out of his phone that made the old goat blush and look out the window. People wandered outside in the sidewalk, past the car, and a shiver ran up his spine as he felt a rough hand pull his member out of his shorts and give it a few strokes. "Will-

"Don't talk back," and of course, he had to obey. The rabbit just had this air to him that left you with no choice. All he could do was squirm and try to hide himself from anyone who might see outside the window. "You really do look like you had a good time. You feel invigorated."

"A little bit... Can't say it didn't feel nice..." he was too distracted by the gentle strokes, but when the rabbit's hand squeezed his length hard enough to get him to wince, he looked up and saw the quiet hunger behind his frown. That was the exact moment Gavin knew he had fucked up.

"Felix is having a much harder time, you know," Will started, pulling a different stream in his phone; one that showed a familiar cat tied up to a tree, panting, his tits and ass covered in cum. "Alone in that park, abused by every jogger that happens to see him, filled to the brim. He can barely hold up, but he's still getting up every time, the little whore. You could learn some things from him."

"We should go pick him up."

"We should! Which is why you should go back down there and get properly wrecked," the rabbit said as he reached and put the mic back in place, tucked next to Gavin's horn. He grabbed the goat's jaw and pulled him closer, the stoic frown back on his face. "And moan louder this time, like a good bitch. They call you a whore, you scream louder for them. I want to hear it all, are we clear?" Gavin nodded, and with his wicked smile returning to his lips, Will leaned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, patting him as he got off the car. "I'll wait for you at the last station."