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Spread the word if you like it I guess, constructive critique is welcomed too. I hope to do more stories in the future, as requests and just for fun, hopefully giving more exposition especially into Taylor, Zara and other original characters of mine. \n\nIn the mean time, enjoy! \n\nMinos is owned by Chalo, as is the Las LIndas setting, of course. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A story request for \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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featuring his character Caine, alongside my lion OC Taylor, and Minos of Las Lindas.

My first foray into M/M, took a while to get just right but I'm rather happy with it! Spread the word if you like it I guess, constructive critique is welcomed too. I hope to do more stories in the future, as requests and just for fun, hopefully giving more exposition especially into Taylor, Zara and other original characters of mine.

In the mean time, enjoy!

Minos is owned by Chalo, as is the Las LIndas setting, of course. ", "writing": "‘Share and Share Alike’\n\nTaylor hated summer. For a guy with an accent like his, one might assume that judging by where in the world that accent suggested he came from, heat would be like water off a duck’s back for him. In actuality, his southern American accent belied the truth that he’d spent much of his life in the cooler climate of England; thus, a fresh bucketload of water down his back sounded heavenly to the bedraggled, sweaty lion. He was thankful to at least have a good reason to be dragging his feet through the pebbled, cracked dirt of the countryside at this time of year, but still it was hard work to keep up with his comparatively peppy partner.\nCaine, too, seemed to be struggling in the heat, but he seemed to be calmly coping better than Taylor, perhaps driven by the excitement the collie felt from the premise of their trip. His ears drooped downwards and his posture curved forwards, body lunging into every step, but his tail quivered and wagged a tad whenever he gave a distant little lighthearted sigh of exhaustion, as if to say that despite the effort of the journey, their destination would be worth the trouble. Taylor meanwhile felt like the bag on his back was about to make him sink into the earth under its’ weight at any moment. His broad body and well toned arms did him well in most circumstances, but right now he just felt weighed down by his own limbs, his thick tufty locks of brown hair flopping down over his forehead. \nThankfully for the duo, their largest motivating factor yet soon came into view once they reached the summit of the earthy mound at the peak of the dusty farmland trail they followed. A massive country house, framed perfectly within the blanketing shade of a cloud gently drifting above and providing welcome respite from the high summer sun, marked the end of their travels. Parts of the house looked to have been weathered through a century or so judging by the faded and cracked woodwork, yet the obvious modern extensions tacked onto the estate and carefully tended acres of land surrounding it on all sides suggested that the house was very much alive and thriving.\nThe two stood panting at the summit of the hill for a moment. \n“Caine, that better be the place, ‘cause I ain’t seein’ so much as an outhouse else for miles around from up here and mah legs’re about to buckle.” Taylor submitted with a weary yet nervous chuckle, fearing the possibility of him being correct.\nCaine just chuckled, almost doubling over from getting caught off guard by the comment, weakened by heat as he was. “That’s it, I promise!” He promptly re-assured Taylor, raising his gaze to meet the feline in the eye. “That’s Las Lindas!” He weakly gestured to the solitary house as they began their stunted shuffle down the hill, taking care not to pick up too much speed, after being so incapable of picking up any speed on the incline. \n“And you’re sure... they won’t mi-ind-!” Taylor began to ask, cut off by his feet almost tripping up from the sudden and harsh dip downhill. “...Mind mah intrusion? These’re yer friends an’ all, I’d hate to b-be...” He stammered once more, this time recoiling with a sheepish shrug resulting from the unspoken context of this approaching meeting. “well, presumptuous...” \nCaine just lightly chuckled, the puppy bouncing with a little more ease down the hill now. He skidded to a stop just as the ground levelled out and turned in place with an unexpected flair that he secretly hadn’t even intended himself, his low cut v-neck top shuffling with a little bit of flair that Taylor couldn’t help but widen his eyes at in awe. \n“No worries, buddy! Trust me, they’ll be happy to have you.” He spoke with a warmth that Taylor welcomed even amidst the summer heatwave. He tugged his backpack up his shoulders once more, resumed his long strides with a newfound enthusiasm, and patted his collie friend firmly on the back as they resumed their home stretch to the farm.\n“If ya say so, cutie~” \n\n\nThe boards under Taylor’s feet creaked under his weight with a tortured groan, causing him to almost stumble backwards, before fixing his posture just in time to prevent his own backpack from pulling him down to collapse on the threshold of the farmhouse before he’d so much as introduced himself to the inhabitants. After expelling a nervous sigh, he continued ascending up to the small front patio where a quaint rocking chair sat, looking rather comfortable in the sprinklings of sunlight it was illuminated by through the slightly cracked patio roof. \nTo Caine, Taylor surmised from what he knew of the unassuming homebody pup, this place probably seemed like an idyllic rural getaway. To the lion himself, it just seemed like a ghost house. Granted, his exhaustion levels, nervousness behind meeting such highly esteemed company (at least in the eyes of the rambunctious canine now confidently knocking on the door, causing Taylor’s heartbeat to quicken yet further), and the heat itself probably exacerbated the trepidation now coursing through his mind. \nNot that he didn’t trust his puppy ally, but to experiment with his girlfriend in the heart of the urban sprawl, where they knew and trusted everyone that was invited into their home and bed, was one thing. To take Caine’s word that these farmland folks were friendly, respectable and fun bedfellows was quite another. Still, Taylor thought with a shrug as he reluctantly stood just behind Caine who wagged his tail with a rejuvenated candour, it always was hard to say no to that literal puppy-dog face of his. \nThe moment the door opened only to reveal a massive figure, broad and dark-furred with horns the likes of which the bulls of Pamplona would have flinched from and eyes as crimson as the eye of Jupiter, Taylor almost up and took flight. His limbs tensed and face widened in fearful intimidation, though before he could act, Caine’s own agility dwarfed Taylor’s own, for when the lion pulled his shoulders back, Caine tossed his whole body forwards into the leathery mass of man.\n“MINNOW!” \nThat was the biggest Minnow that Taylor’d ever seen. \nThe figure emitted a deep resonating murmur that could have been dubbed in human terms as a ‘chuckle’, his body recoiling by nary a millimetre from the impact of Caine’s body tackling his own at full force. \n“Hey pup.” His words hummed out like the strum of a perfectly tuned bass guitar as thick, cut brown arms trapped Caine in a serene, heartfelt embrace. The pup’s tail whipped to and fro and Taylor just about perceived a comforted sigh escaping from amongst the beefy chest that Caine rested his head into.\n“Welcome back.” Taylor had to admit, for a man of such herculean proportions, this ‘Minnow’ had a deep thrum to his voice more soothing than any tiny songbird’s chirp. As the two embraced, Taylor wondered if he’d been forgotten about for that moment, not that he blamed his canine friend for their mutual enthusiasm; the whole reason Caine had managed to talk him and Zara into agreeing to this trip was by virtue of the sordid, sexy and sensual tales he told relating to this estate’s inhabitants. They figured if Caine could vouch for them, who wouldn’t be interested in sampling such ‘capable’ partners. \nTaylor raised a hand to clear his throat but before he could so much as exhale, his train of thought was abruptly derailed by the sight of a meaty yet gentle palm massaging its’ way south down Caine’s back in a smooth and unapologetic motion until his thick fingers were gripping the puppy’s rear in a firm grope. Caine’s body visibly shuffled about with an adorable wiggle to his hips in instant reply, the bull cracking a toothy smile that let Taylor see the chiselled man’s pearly whites. \nTaylor felt frightened no longer, though his brain was quite unable to feel any emotion too strongly at that moment while he stood on the patio staring wide-eyed at the compassionate, sensual embrace that still lingered. However once the bull finally turned his gaze upwards, their eyes meeting for the first time, he felt his heart quicken and the familiar thrill of desire for a newfound bedfellow wash over him. \n“Oh, hey there.” The bull began, his tone suggesting surprise that Taylor didn’t believe for a second. He’d been on stage for long enough to know bad acting when he saw it. But it wasn’t supposed to be convincing; it was supposed to be proof of the distracting passion with which he greeted his ‘friends’. “I’m sorry, where are my manners.” If that’s the way you treat all your buddies, to hell with manners, Taylor contemplated saying. \n“Um, Caine?” He muttered, seeking to bring the puppy back to the real world. Taylor noticed his hands stayed right where they lay on Caine’s back and rear, mind. “Would you kindly introduce us?” He got most of the way through saying, before Caine finally came to, snapping his head up and reluctantly peeling his body away from the tall bull, at which point Taylor chuckled to see Caine having stuck the man’s plaid buttoned down shirt to his own sweaty garment. \n“R-right, sorry...” Caine nervously chuckled, stepping off to the bull’s left and gesturing to Taylor while the bull kept one hand between Caine’s shoulder blades. “Minos, Taylor, a buddy of mine from the city. Taylor, Minos, he works here at Las Lindas.” Caine officially introduced them with a tone formal enough that he hoped to re-establish at least some of the poise he’d lost from immersing himself in Minos’ hug for so long. \nTaylor once again met Minos’ eyes once again while the bull extended his free right hand for a shake. \n“Pleasure to meet you, Taylor.” Minos greeted him with a smile. A man of few words, Taylor already surmised, but if every word he said was draped in that seductively deep boom of a voice, he would cherish every single one. \n“Likewise, Minos, Caine’s told me aaall ‘bout ya and yer farm here.” He promptly replied, their hands meeting in a strong grip. As a believer in the power of the handshake as an accurate litmus test for a man’s social identity, Taylor was happy to have his first impressions of Minos confirmed by the hearty strength behind the bull’s shake, the likes of which told of a well tempered passion that fuelled the bonds he forged. The way Minos’ brows twitched upwards suggested that he’d read some symbolism in the lion’s words. Good, Taylor thought. Lets’ see if I can’t hammer the point home, and save ourselves some time once we get indoors. \n“Tidy place ya got for sure, ya should be proud! I bet folks could get reeeeal cosy in here.” He practically purred, barely realising he had yet to let go of Minos’ hand. He was starting to understand the magnetism through which Caine had struggled to slip free of the bull’s hug. \n“Thank you.” Minos’ lips peeled upwards further as they stood back again. “We work hard around here, and we’re proud of our home. By all means, come on in.” He started to push the front door open once more, leading his guests into the farmhouse. Caine practically bounced inside, breathing in a deep sigh of cool, conditioned air. Taylor, likewise, felt instantly better as the temperature around his weary limbs plummeted and his shoulders drooped in relaxation. \n“Cosy, perhaps, but don’t worry...” Minos added, letting go of the door just behind Taylor. “There’s always room for one more.”\nHis words hung in the air, Taylor feeling the brushy tip of a bill’s tail whipping gently past his backside as he shuffled in. The lion bit his bottom lip as the door shut behind them, already feeling quite at home. \n\n\nOrdinarily, Taylor thought as he slowly turned in place in the spacious lounge at the front of the country home where Minos had showed his guests into, this room may well have been a raucous hive of activity. Photos littered the mantelpiece and hung all over the walls, Taylor recognising a few faces common amongst them all, who he could easily envision busying themselves all around this expansive home. But now, the space seemed pleasantly serene, with only the steady ticking of a grandfather clock near the chimney filling the air. Still, the house felt colourful and alive, beautifully and naturally lit by the sunlight streaming in through bay windows facing the front porch, and with a menagerie of furnishings all of which spoke volumes of the diverse ‘family’ that lived under this roof. \nHis mind raced to find the right means to break the ice; with Caine in the restroom ‘powdering his nose’ (more likely sprucing up or dressing down for us, Taylor mused), Taylor knew it was best he make a good first impression, but the unfamiliarity of his environment alongside being alone with such an imposing, physically attractive man had tossed all his usual social grace out of the window. It was easy enough for he and Zara to co-operate in seducing and encouraging a newfound playmate, but no amount of gawking at the broad bull’s behind would alleviate the tension. That fact did nothing to stop Taylor from gawking, mind. \n“Take a seat.” Taylor heard, blinking his neck back northwards inconspicuously. Minos clearly meant the words to be an invitation from a gracious host, though in his deep tone Taylor almost mistook them for a stern command. He knew better, but still, the lion couldn’t help but quiver as he pondered just how capably a man could give orders in the bedroom with a voice like that. \n“Thanks! It’s been a long journey, it’s times like these I wish I had a car.” Taylor nervously replied, trying to offset his arousal for the time being, before he knew anything for certain. The couch practically swallowed him whole when he collapsed into it, a hearty sigh of comfort leaving his body along with all of the stress of the walk. \n“Trust me, you would change your mind after a ride in a delivery truck down those bumpy dirt roads.” Minos said, amongst the clinking of kitchenware and his own firm footsteps as he returned to the room with a large, full pitcher and three glasses on a tray. “Lemonade?”\nTaylor’s thirst was offset only by his surprise at seeing the bull effortlessly balancing what must have been a heavy load in one palm, raised up to shoulder height like it was nothing. “Sure, ‘ppreciate it!” Minos bent forward to offer the drink into his palm with a gentlemanly candour, the two exchanging a mutual smile for the first time. \nMinos sat beside Taylor while the lion took a quick sip that quickly escalated into a hearty gulp of sweet nectar that fizzed and danced on his tongue in a cool, refreshing, welcoming delight. \n“Thanks for coming all the way out here. It’s some way to the station, isn’t it?” Minos said, sitting upright while his eyes studied Taylor’s lightly bedraggled features. He studied Taylor’s smooth coat and thick, lightly curled locks of hair, gripping his own knees with a quickening of the heart, though the lion would never know any of it from how vigorously the delicious beverage held his attention. \n“No... trouble!” Taylor re-assured Minos, panting from instant refreshment. “Glad I finally got to meet ya, that pup weren’t about to let up ‘till I came!” \nMinos’ eyes widened, followed a second later by Taylor, hearing his own phrasing as well. Taylor swiped his head off to the side awkwardly, scanning the room for another talking point before his own double entendre ruined things prematurely. Settling on something about the other members of the household, Taylor nervously cast his gaze back to Minos before his very first syllable was cut short.\n“He’s enthusiastic, that’s for sure. But he’s still cute.” Minos replied with a chuckle. Taylor eased up instantly, resting his left arm around the back of the couch, while Minos turned his way without once breaking posture. \n“Ya got that right!” Taylor agreed with a cheerful nod of newfound confidence. “Reminds me a lot of an ol’ boyfriend o’ mine from home.” He returned to his lemonade, briefly sipping with moderation this time, remembering his manners, granted a little too late. \nMinos meanwhile was silently appreciating Taylor’s enthusiastic candour, and his accent, the likes of which gave him inspiration for his next question.\n“Which State is home then?” \nTo this, Taylor’s face cycled through an impressively vast array of expressions, from surprise to pensiveness to ‘working out 3,873 divided by 17 in one’s head’. Finally, he connected the dots independently, resulting in a conclusive relieved laugh from him and a nervous chuckle from Minos. \n“Riiiight.” He began, running a hand through his hair. “Beg yer pardon, Minos, this accent of mine’s a bit misleadin’. I actually grew up in London, capital o’ England. Daddy moved us over when I was little. But I was born in Texas, and growin’ up with mostly just Daddy around along with the occasional holiday back there meant I never really got ridda this accent!” He explained, Minos silently and slowly nodding his head with the poise of an esteemed interviewer being informed of some deep truths as to life, the universe and everything. \n“Of course.” He simply replied, with a clarity and diction that could only have come from genuine investment and fascination. “I’ve travelled around some myself, but I never did cross the seas that way. Would you recommend the excursion?” \nOrdinarily, Taylor would have struggled to see any sincerity behind such a linguistically diverse conversational manner like Minos’. Something about the serene confidence with which he sat and spoke alike though, tempered with what he perceived as well-moderated pride, allowed him to hang on every crisply spoken word from Minos’ lips, like a selfless monk giving sermon. Unlike monks, Taylor hoped, he surely wasn’t celibate. \n“That depends!” He set his now emptied glass aside. “Ya like rain?”\n“Rarely.”\n“Ya like tea?”\n“Not really.”\n“Ya like cars?” \n“NO.” \n“London ain’t fer you.” \nLaughter filled the air almost instantly, trailing off only after the two had clinked their newly filled glasses once more from the pitcher for a fresh sip. The silence that followed, contrary to the silence in the air before, was a much more comfortable one. \n“Say...” Minos began. His voice was shakier this time. “My apologies if I’m being overly accommodating...” Taylor smirked a little, knowing more or less what was coming. “But if you wanted, I could put that shirt of yours in our washer.” There we go.\n“Only because I’d hate for a guest to feel uncomfortably drenched in sweat...” Minos almost re-assuringly said, had Taylor not silently peeled his sweat-drenched shirt slowly and carefully over his head, the garment folding inside out in so doing, his hair bristling as he freed himself from its’ confines. Taylor bundled his shirt up in one hand while Minos’ eyes practically seared his gaze along the lion’s bare chest. A smooth coat of short fur flowed down his toned pecs and abs, fairer along the belly, tiny tufts coiled upwards just slightly to give some depth, like digits inviting stray hands to enjoy the fluffy tactile joy of caressing his chest that waved with the ebb and flow of his musculature. \n“Well?” Taylor purred, barely holding back his glee at having clearly wrenched some control from Minos in amongst his seductive stripping. “You gonna clean my shirt, or should we get a little messier first~?”\nMinos just bit his lip and decided that he too ought to put his shirt aside for the time being, for ‘washing’. As Taylor feasted his eyes along what he had known all this time to be a masterfully chiselled chest, his thoughts went the same direction as Minos’ did at that moment. \nCaine must be getting ready to surprise us, they both happened to independently figure. Lets’ have a surprise waiting for him, too.\n\n\nCaine bounced back down the stairs as if nothing had happened. Which, for a moment, he feared was the truth, judging by the eerie silence emanating from the ground floor of the house. His posture sagging somewhat, the pup carried right on at a slower pace. He had figured Taylor a sociable enough sort that he’d have no trouble making fast friends with such a soft hearted man as Minos, but perhaps the sudden meeting and more sordid undertones of their visit caused too great of a pressure for the two of them to earnestly bond. \nHe thought this while gritting his teeth and creaking his way to the ground floor, having lost some of the enthusiasm with which he’d been planning to burst in to surprise the pair. The house felt significantly breezier now that most of his clothes had been abandoned in the spare bedroom upstairs, complemented by the absence of others wandering the halls and shattering the tranquillity in so doing. Much as he appreciated the company of the household’s other occupants, having Minos alone occupying the house that day gave Caine not only the freedom to execute this long-anticipated visit, but also the unique opportunity to walk around uninterrupted in naught but a tight pair of underwear he’d been saving for a special occasion to ‘christen’. The freedom was invigorating, the fresh air on his chest and legs causing the canine to shudder silently, hoping before sneaking back into the lounge that Taylor and Minos might have begun taking measures to cool off themselves. \nNo sooner did he sneak around the corner into the room than was Caine’s hopes proven correct, the pup simply standing agape with tail enthusiastically wagging at the sight of Minos and Taylor not simply having cooled off, but stripped off completely. For a few seconds, his presence went unnoticed. Caine stood just behind the couch on their right, where the pair sat side by side facing the un-lit fireplace on the other side of the room. No television, radio or book held their attention; the sole focus of the comparatively broad bodied men was one another’s bodies. Taylor had one hand wrapped around Minos’ manhood, fingers tickling along the sensitive flesh, causing stuttered breaths of pleasure from the bull through gritted teeth, his chiselled chest rising and falling subtly where he sat. The heat running through Caine’s body simmered further with each second, savouring the reactions that one might not have come to expect from one with such a tough exterior. Even if he’d come to expect it by that time though, Caine still took great delight in the show. It looked as though Taylor did too, judging by the nip to his lip that he gave while purring in his own declothed state, not to mention the way his own member twitched in the bull’s palm. Taylor always had revelled in soliciting naughty reactions from his bedfellows, Caine recalled while fidgeting with the hem of his own restrictive underwear. \nBefore Caine could have the satisfaction of greeting the pair with some kind of corny line, Taylor noticed him out of the corner of his eye and beat him to it, starting with an impressed vocal whistle. \n“Wheeew, that’s a cute lil’ number, buddy.” He said endearingly, Minos’ eyes slowly peeking open to notice the new arrival. He too seemed to gawk favourably at Caine’s skimpy state of (un)dress, saying all that needed to be said from how his mouth hung open and body remained prone, hungrily looking the pup over.\n“Hope you don’ mind, Minos an’ I already got acquainted here, but there’s always room for one more.” He purred, giving a gentle squeeze to his handful, causing an instant audible groan in reaction on his left. \nCaine didn’t need to think twice. He sauntered over and dipped to his knees directly between them with a heartfelt smile. His heart pounded with excitement, feeling the bull and lion burn their gazes into his own mostly unveiled body, the slightest shy blush rippling under his facial fur from the submissive thrill he gained from being in the company of two such buff males and talented partners as they. \nCaine chuckled, each of the two feeling one of the pup’s hands splay out along their inner thighs. \n“I’m so glad you two have been getting along well.” He began, one hand bravely exploring to grasp Taylor’s hefty sac, prompting a hiss through bared predatory fangs. “You two have lots in common, y’know.” \nMinos relinquished control over Taylor’s shaft with a gradual stroke, his hand immediately drifting over to ruffle and caress Caine’s thick, smooth black head of hair. \n“We have you to thank for the introduction, pup.” He sweetly said, Taylor giving a firm nod of agreement, his own palm following suit to stroke along Caine’s cheek in a gradual, tender swoop. \n“Got that right, an’ besides, I know one big thing we got in common.” He began, wide blue eyes staring back up and meeting Taylor’s own. “I reckon we both got good taste in pickin’ cute guys.” \nCaine’s body shivered head to toe from the affectionate grasps of his mutually sexy companions. \n“Well, I daresay I know how to pick ‘em myself...” he replied, licking his lips and letting his gaze dart between bull and lion alike, both partners letting their hands rest by their sides, all parties able to sense where the heated flow in the air would take them next. “But right now, lucky me, I ain’t gotta pick.” His words faded into a hungry growl, while his left hand caressed its’ way up Taylor’s shaft, gripping as widely as one could around such a thick specimen and beginning to massage its’ way up and down in a slow and steady gait. Simultaneously, Caine’s posture shuffled to the right and in one smooth gesture, his face dived downwards, lips puckering and welcoming Minos’ thick manhood into his muzzle, inch by satisfyingly hot inch. \n“-Ngh! Wow, pup...!” The bull would growl out, hips naturally undulating upwards to encourage suckling lips to slip further down his shaft while the tongue within began to whip this way and that around its’ sizable mouthful. Without skipping a beat in how his fingers would trace over every aspect, every speck of Taylor’s jet black member, Caine worked his lips down until the very root of Minos’ cock nuzzled into his maw. His cheeks hollowed inwards to apply some firm, enthusiastic suction around the mouthful, eyes peeling upwards to meet a panting Minos in the eye, while his tail swished to and fro, almost as clear an indicator of Caine’s own pleasure as was the tenting protrusion in his tight underwear. \n“Eager t’please, ain’t he stud?” Taylor teased, rolling his own hips now while Caine’s paw applied greater pressure to his cock, as if to ensure him that he wouldn’t go forgotten. \n“Indeed...” The bull shivered in reply, as verbose as ever, just before Caine’s lips began to slip back upwards, popping off of his shaft with beady, fascinated eyes admiring the treat before him. The pup would feel a hand clutching the back of his head which might have suggested some use of force from the likes of this burly bull who would surely be capable of such rough treatment. However, his flushed, needy expression said all that needed saying; as much as he didn’t want to force Caine, Minos needed this. That need made Caine bite his own lip, cherishing that he could get such a rise out of Minos so easily. All three males seemed to fill the room with their quiet breaths that spoke volumes of the passion felt all around. \nWasting no time, with a smirk and a sighing inhale, Caine dipped his mouth back down again, this time initiating a slow, steady, sensual motion that saw Minos gasping and rolling his hips to and fro, his balls grasped underneath by a coaxing, titillating canine paw whilst that thick bull cock pumped down the submissive puppy’s throat time and time again. The pair got into a steady motion, Taylor now watching with a bite to his lip and his other palm restlessly stroking up and down his own chest, purely for the tactile pleasure of it all. The three seemed most content to simply ‘go with the flow’ of the moment, and as Caine peeked upwards to look his receptive, aroused companions in the eyes, he was hardly about to complain over the beefy sights he beheld. \nCaine would smear his paw playfully around Minos’ sac, the heft of which never failed to impress him and leave him anticipating the load that they always suggested, and never failed to deliver. His mouth tugged back upwards with a whimper, panting lightly against the bull’s shaft, a thin yet nonetheless clear bridge of saliva linking his lips with the treat. \n“Not just yet...” He cooed under his breath to no-one in particular, before casting his gaze over to his left, where the lion’s own length trickled in lust. All this time he’d felt precum slicking up his own fingers, exploring that obscenely thick shaft with greater ferocity once Taylor’s own juices had lubed himself up in the process. It was a messy treat, but a welcome treat nonetheless, the puppy thought before shuffling his body around to face it head on, parting his lips and readying himself with lips hovering above that sensitive tip, tongue whipping across it like a pendulum, tempting Taylor with the promise of pleasure. \nThat temptation was too much for Taylor. While Minos, ever the gentleman, happily sufficed with canine paw stroking him off, engulfed within the voyeuristic delight of watching his cute companion going down on another man, Taylor was not nearly as patient. A low, humming snarl would ripple through the lion’s body, hip muscles taut and mind clouding over with singleminded lust as both his hands sunk into the sea of Caine’s fluffy head of hair and pushed the pup, slowly but steadily, right the way down his cock in one fell swoop. \nMinos gasped audibly, apparently shocked, impressed and increasingly aroused by the surprising display of flexibility Caine demonstrated merely by the action of his lips parting and sliding, throat gulping and swelling, but most of all, his eyes lighting up with joy as he began to fellate the lion, tongue swirling in waves across whatever throbbing cockflesh as it could touch within his maw, invisibly to Minos. The odd gulp and splutter might have broken the quivering quiet ruling the room, but still Caine managed to bob his head downwards, following the dominant lion’s lead. Much as Taylor prided himself on going all out with his lovers, he maintained enough sensibility to keep his pressure on Caine’s head only at moderate levels. \nWhen the two had first met and knocked boots, it proved a great surprise to the both of them when they’d learned that Caine really could take his sizable shaft, since which time they’d only been able to attune themselves to one another’s sexual energies to greater extents. So now they sat, Caine’s throat bottoming out most of the way down Taylor’s manhood, a juttered sigh of satisfaction escaping Taylor’s euphorically smiling visage. Judging by the way Caine’s hips rolled and quivered, hands kneading Taylor’s sac and outright jerking Minos’ now aching spit-drenched cock respectively, he was enjoying himself too.\nTaylor turned to Minos, freeing up one hand purely for the sake of grasping the bull by the chin, tugging him nearer as he closed most of the distance himself, the passionate rush of that wet, warming blowjob spurring him to a sudden, intense, deep kiss with the bull. However surprised Minos was, he quickly adapted, their tongues playing with one another’s while Caine’s own tongue began to drag up and down the thick black member fueling his own hunger. \nTheir lips parted with a hungry growl from both sides. \n“Lets’ enjoy all he has to offer.” Taylor purred. Minos simply gave a stuttered nod as an instant response, watching as Taylor began sliding the pup back up his erection until Caine’s lips could close up once more around the thinner tip, suckling with greater pressure and coaxing a lustful groan from Taylor in turn. Between the sweat that had been regained in spite of the house’s air conditioning, the generously swapped saliva and the juices coating both Taylor and Minos’ generous shafts which Caine soon began to frequently switch between as though he could hardly decide which he liked more, the trio were getting themselves messy already. Shutting his eyes with a whisper of desire that slipped out despite his furious lip-biting, Taylor relished the sensation of a wide, rough, wet tongue dragging up his balls from underneath, each tastebud on Caine’s tongue inhaling his male essence from the source, lips puckering up and engulfing as much as he could, matting down the shallow fur over his sac with a generous coat of saliva applied with swooping licks.\nBefore they even knew it, both men were crowded together on the couch, bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder like commuters on a busy train. Fortunately for them, the critical difference in their case was that their personal space was gladly shared, arms over one another’s shoulderblades whilst grasping their own lubricated cocks and maintaining the rhythm with which they humped towards Caine’s now wide open maw. The canine in question simply smiled widely, both his hands clutching and coaxing his friends’ balls encouragingly, rubbing and sampling the heavy handfuls of sensitive male flesh that rolled over his palm and filled him with an insatiable curiosity, and a lustful anticipation of what they all knew was to come. Caine’s heart pounded as their stroking quickened, breaths short, ragged and frequently interspersed with bestial growls. He knew he was in the firing line, doing nothing to guard himself and everything to exacerbate the situation. He would spend no more than a few seconds at a time at any one task - dipping his head deep down Minos’ pre-trickling shaft; doing the same to Taylor at a slower pace made necessary by the size of his shaft; flicking his tongue across any equally loved speck of their shafts almost fit to burst; teasing their balls with hearty suckling made by hollowed cheeks. It wasn’t long until his devoted treatment paid off. Now that they were finally meeting, and going all out with one another, Caine could hardly believe it was happening, so much did his tail whip to and fro, mouth opening wide in expectation, his eyes lighting up in joy. \nIt was much easier for him to believe when the first thick, warm shot of seed splashed him point blank over the breadth of his tongue. \n“Nnngh, haaaaa!” Came Minos’ almost harmonious cry, the bull proving as always more ‘vocal’ of a partner than many might expect from such an intimidating presence. His head craned backwards as if singing to the heavens in ecstasy.\n“G-good pup...!” Taylor whimpered, cracking one eye open while the pressure building up in his member reached boiling point, the first shots firing off much more wildly than Minos’ had, caking Caine’s hair in a fresh warm coating of cum. Taylor watched, hypnotised, as pleasure flooded his mind and his seed flooded Caine’s open mouth, copious mess splattering all over the living room floor inevitably. Following a sudden instinct, Taylor’s head dived into the nape of Minos’ neck, chewing a firm love bite into the sensitive flesh of his new friend. Minos just tossed and turned as he humped the rest of his orgasm out; between Caine’s lips puckering around his tip to coax and collect as much of his cum as he could, and Taylor physically biting out all the joy rushing through his loins and soaking into Caine’s cheek and chest, he almost thought the pleasure would melt him away. \nFinally, amidst gradually soothing tremors of pleasure, the trio relaxed, Taylor and Minos slumping into the couch which they only now realised had conformed to their body shapes, and been stained by their perspiration. Neither one moved a muscle to ‘clean up’ though. Caine, likewise, was hardly in any position to seek cleanliness, not with ribbons of cum caking his features, matting down his fur and dripping from the tips of his hair and fingers. \n“Mmmmm, I feel messy.” Caine mused, an unexpectedly adorable act in Taylor’s eyes which gave him just enough rejuvenated energy to affectionately ruffle the canine’s hair. \n“You sure are.” He chuckled. Minos gave a weak smile in return, which in the seconds that followed transformed into a smirk hinting that a flash of inspiration had pierced his imagination. \nCaine was the first to notice, whilst licking his hand clean, an act that in its’ very gradual execution was quite the tease itself to the bull. Crimson eyes shot through the air while Minos’ chest rose and fell, his arms draped over the back of the sofa in a pose of satisfaction and confidence.\n“Uh oh, I know that look...” Caine nervously observed, with a nonetheless curious swooping gaze over Minos’ sweat-glazed, muscular body. Nothing was said in reply, the bull choosing powerful silence over any clumsy words, as he was known to do. “Taylor... don’t suppose, you think, um...” Caine stammered, only to look up at Taylor and see an expression mimicking Minos’ own ogling him back. \n“You up for more?” Taylor asked Minos, barely breaking his hungry stare Caine’s way. \n“Definitely.” Came the immediate, if still rather breathless reply.\nCaine just bit his lip in a mix of nervousness and excitement. Whatever trouble he was in, he had a feeling he’d like it. \n\n\nTaylor knew Caine to be an enthusiastic bottom in the bedroom (or, as was more commonly the case, wherever the mood got the better of them outside of it), but that didn’t thwart his surprise at how eagerly Caine positioned himself before him, ready for round two. Likewise, Minos was certainly no slouch, clearly empowered by a sizable second wind with how proud and poised he looked on the other end of Caine’s body, the canine pinned pleasantly between the two standing males, tail brushing lightly across Taylor’s chest in feathery motions with his body on all fours in front of the lion. \nA troubled look appeared on Minos’ face as Taylor’s fingers inched into the stringy hem of Caine’s tight, stylish briefs. \n“What’s up, Minnow? Doing okay up there?” Caine playfully chuckled, Taylor seemingly too hypnotised by the alluring sight of the collie’s gradually unveiled soft rear end to have noticed Minos’ conflicted expression. \n“Wha- oh, it’s nothing Pup...” He lied upon looking down to see a literal pair of puppy-dog eyes staring right back up. Even now, Caine was nuzzling and brushing his cheek fur over Minos’ thighs, and his hefty balls. His cock, still lubricated and dribbling the last of his first release of the night over the carpet and a canine who cutely chuckled at how messy he seemed to be getting even while this second round was merely warming up, twitched at the alluring tease between his thighs. \n“It’s just...” He stuttered, continuing. Taylor now looked his way as well, clasping Caine’s behind confidently as if to demonstrate that he was by no means unfamiliar with the collie’s body either. “You gonna be okay, handling both of us? I mean, I know I’m kinda big, but Taylor, you, well...” He would go on, switching his gaze between the pair of them without quite knowing which one to address, and how. \nTaylor gave a warm, southern chortle that lifted Minos’ spirits just to hear, relieving him of the awkward necessity of expressing his concerns literally. \n“Don’tcha worry, ‘Minnow’.” Taylor’s blue eyes gazed into Minos’ passionate, caring crimson pair, the bull weakly smiling back. “Ah know what ah’m doin’. Ah’ll make sure Caine’s comfortable.” He purred, running a hand smoothly and steadily right up the small of Caine’s back, who shuddered and tugged a surprised Minos closer still into his maw. \n“Aa-aaahh! Damn, pup...” Minos would instinctively growl out upon feeling Caine take one of his balls into his mouth with even more devotion than he had before, hands holding on around the bull’s thighs for dear life. Minos tensed up accordingly; Caine knew all too well after all the time they’d spent together that Minos was more than capable of supporting his weight, in more positions than one, for that matter. Minos slid his shoulders back, ripped chest pushing out towards a very ravenously staring lion that simultaneously grinded his hips away, flicking his massive erection downwards and aiming his way to the base of Caine’s tail while Minos sighed under his breath, the bull all too happy to serve as Caine’s personal leaning post if it brought on such oral delights. \nAny concerns Minos had had about Caine’s wellbeing had melted away in those few seconds. He was in good hands. Literally, Minos realised as he watched Taylor kneading his fingers into Caine’s hips, biting his lip and inching his way forwards. There was only one thing that motion could have implied, and the knowledge of exactly what it was caused Minos to let his instincts run free, coaxing Caine’s face upwards just so that he could sink his cock between the pup’s lips again. \nTaylor was almost too intoxicated with the anticipation of the moment to push forwards. Between the adorable canine humping and wiggling backwards to express his need louder than any words could say, and the rippling, sweat-glazed beefcake helping himself to their mutual spoils, the view was almost too good to be true. No reason that he couldn’t have his cake and eat it too though, he realised while parting Caine’s plush backside between his thumbs. Caine was going nowhere with how effectively sandwiched he’d become, and Minos certainly wasn’t either; he had quite the view to enjoy while having his way. \n“Good pup... here it comes...” He growled, arching his upper body forwards with hips following suit. Caine moaned into his mouthful, doing his part to welcome Taylor inside by grinding backwards, the plentiful lubrication that had accumulated over the course of their afternoon so far easing the process. Taylor’s hands groped into Caine’s ass sensually as his cock sank deeper still inside him. The initial tension and resistance that clenched around his member gradually easing into a constant simmer, hugging him all the way around and coaxing a deep guttural growl to wash in a hot sigh over the back of Caine’s bobbing neck. \nTo Caine, he could think of no better restraint than this, no better way to be taken than to feel such trusted, chiselled, talented partners claiming his body inside and out. He’d clenched his eyes shut through the initial discomfort of Taylor’s entry, knowing just as well as the lion did that such trials only led to greater delights. Now with the filling yet manageable swell of that twitching cock buried within his tailhole, the sizzling pleasure swooping through his nerves from the subtle internal prodding of his prostate, and the satisfying throatful of Minos he was constantly and passionately fed, he was more certain than ever that this meeting could not have gone better for any of them. \nSlowly but surely, Taylor began rolling his hips. Every time his cock slid back out it would grind firmly in long strokes, broad and weighty with the size and weight behind his member, against Caine’s prostate and every sensitive speck of his insides. His hands came to rest around the puppy’s hips, which gyrated back against Taylor in a demonstration that Caine had moves of his own. The stuttered growls of approval that Caine would hear from above and behind served as reassurance of the satisfaction caused by his enthusiastic bottoming. \nSomewhat unexpectedly, Caine would feel Minos’ pace building faster than Taylor’s did. Granted, Taylor was a bigger stud posing a tighter fit from how he rutted with Caine’s rear, so his more gradual motions were no wonder. However, Caine hadn’t felt the bull staking his claim down his suckling maw and past his tickling tonsils with this much enthusiasm since that time the two of them ended up stranded in the farm’s barn with Mora. All of them soaking wet, ditching their clothes and warming up thanks purely to the rocking and rolling of fingers, thighs, tongues...\nCaine pulled the brakes on his reminiscing when he felt Taylor’s fingers gently coiling around his own member. If he wasn’t careful he was going to end up reaching his personal crescendo of carnal delight far too soon. As if being filled from both ends was not stimulating enough, the coiling and stroking of fingers around his drooling shaft accentuated with a ‘ya love this, don’tcha cutie?’ hissed his way from above threatened to wash him away in ecstasy. \nHe refocused with some deep breaths through his nose and a joyful chuckle which resonated with a flick of his tongue on Minos’ thickness. The bull was probably just happy to be part of some ‘quality man time’ for a change against the usual bevy of women he lived with. As lucky as many would have considered him to be living in such a hedonistic environment, at that moment with the threesome’s pace keeping steady, sensual and indulgent, Minos wouldn’t have wished for anything else. Except, perhaps, to compliment the enjoyment he gained from fucking Caine’s mouth, slapping his balls on the pup’s chin and sinking his fingers into his head by meeting Taylor for a deep, sensual liplock. \nFortunate, then, that in the seconds that followed, Taylor opted to do exactly that. Caine would only hear them kissing above his arched back as a surprised and muffled moan followed by hungry breaths crashing against one another like furious waves amidst a tumultuous ocean, but he knew the sound well enough that it gave him cause to grind his hips back against Taylor with increased ferocity. Taylor himself let his tongue guide Minos’ own, his barely open eyes gazing into Minos’ own clenched shut eyelids with a predatory hunger. One hand grasped Minos’ neck, the other tugging the round, fluffy canine rear hugging his cock on all sides right back into his own hips with a firm, ferocious *Slap, Slap, Slap*. Minos’ thrusts were beginning to synchronise with Taylor’s, the rolling of both members spearing down to their roots into their receptive mutual partner at the same time, tugging back out amidst no lack of pleasurable resistance only for the muscular larger males to utilise the entirety of their honed musculatures to do it all over again. \nMinos felt that familiar boil of pleasure beginning to spill over when he felt Caine really start putting his all into the suction applied around his member. Similarly, Taylor would sense an increased wiggling of the hips from his playful pup. On both ends, equally coaxing actions that sent the same signal; a need to feel them going all out, using him, filling him. \nCaine wouldn’t have to wait. Minos’ motions grew feverish, the abundant lubrication that had been applied all over his groin this entire time allowing him to rut his hips at full force, his thickness sliding down Caine’s throat and twitching as a clear tell of the climax to come. Having fought and fully adapted to the greater resistance of Caine’s tailhole (a worthwhile effort after all, for the tension based pleasure it afforded him), Taylor meanwhile would let his lips splatter apart from Minos’ with a sizable bridge of saliva trickling messily onto Caine’s back, just so he could focus on fucking at full force. His gifted girth worked its’ way with a gradual but discernible rise in speed and ferocity, until Taylor was grunting every time he hilted, one hand laying claim on the side of Caine’s hip while the other used feathery fingers on the underside of the canine’s cock to finish the work he continued to perfect against Caine’s prostate. \nWith his internal pleasure button stimulated so mercilessly, and the masses of muscle rutting into him, for Caine it was too much to bear. With a gargled cry around his mouthful, his body shivered in the first tremors of climax, back arching and lips giving one final slurp, the likes of which was the final straw for his partners, as well. \n“F-fuck yesss!” Taylor hissed, his cock bottoming out inside Caine, pulsating lightly yet ominously before unloading. With eyes and teeth clenched shut he growled out his orgasm, thick ribbons of lion cum flooding Caine from the inside out, trickling out around his round rear and oozing down his thighs. Caine’s delight would only increase as he felt Taylor’s seed unceasingly filling and warming him, in unison with Minos similarly letting loose.\n“God...daaaamn...” Minos quivered weakly, adding to the sexual soundscape echoing through the home; the heights of ecstasy frying his brain from one moment to the next prevented him from being quite as loud as Taylor or Caine themselves, but his delight was no less apparent with how he pumped out an even more voluminous load than he had during his first climax of the night, splashing down Caine’s throat past his tonsils and washing back over a fiercely flicking tongue. His head tossed side to side, a repeat performance of the flustered extravagance which only came out of the burly bull when wracked in the throes of climaxes like these one, coaxed to only greater heights still by the furiously groping palms of Caine on Minos’ taut rear and the muscles all around it. \nCaine himself, with the bliss of a double-helping flooding, overflowing and even in the case of Taylor’s massive still-cumming erection bloating his insides subtly, was merely humping the air towards the carpet beneath, his own cock twitching and spurting in climax itself without even Taylor’s tender fingers brushing it any more. It was all from the two of them, his big bull and lustful lion, that Caine found plentiful receptive delight enough to soak the carpet in his own mess, even while the pair spitroasting him tugged themselves free and soaked his hair, back and tail in the remainders of their mutual joy. \nFor a time, all three were quiet, their bodies gently collapsing with Caine mostly underneath, huddled yet not squashed by the hefty, sweaty, messy masses of furry male flesh affectionately panting and nuzzling from above in a ramshackle three way cuddle. Perhaps, they would later agree that day, nothing needed saying, not when the steady whipping of wagging canine tail at the bottom of their pile said plenty. \n\n\n“Better?”\n“Much better, cheers!” Caine chirped back down to Minos as he made his way down the stairs with naught on but a towel around his neck, rubbing around to catch the last droplets of moisture that remained from his shower. “Taylor’s in there now, shame we can’t really join him, huh?” Caine joked, followed by a nervous chuckle that Minos has always known meant there was sincerity behind Caine’s words nonetheless. \n“Sexy idea pup, but we know from practice that that shower of ours isn’t big enough for two to fit inside, let alone actually wash in.” Minos pragmatically reminded him, barely looking away from the window where he absently stared out at the green, healthy pastures surrounding their farmhouse with steaming mug of tea in hand, slouched into the far end of the living room couch. \n“Well, maybe we try it again with the shower door open, when we don’t haf’ta worry ‘bout getting messy with water. Maybe when Miles is on cleaning duty?”\n“Maybe.” Minos chuckled offhand. Caine simply smirked silently, retrieving his own mug, now pleasantly cooled after his own cooling shower, to sip while seated alongside Minos by the window. \nCaine reached over to rest his elbow on the broad, supportive shoulder of his companion, the likes of whom didn’t stir an inch. \n“I had a lot of fun, Minnow.” He mumbled, shyly yet earnestly. \n“Me too, Pup.” \n“You like him?” \n“Definitely.”\n“Wanna do it again sometime?”\n“Absolutely.”\n“Think... M-Mora might wanna join?”\n“Yeah.”\n“Good.”\nThe duo then sipped their tea, in accidental unison. \nCaine knew enough about Minos to know he tended to only ever say just enough. But what he did say, he always meant. That alone gave Caine the satisfaction needed to shut his eyes, nuzzle into Minos’ side, and relax with the knowledge that he’d succeeded in coaxing two of his close friends to form a friendship of their own. And if their friendship involved sharing in their mutual attraction to the puppy himself, who was he to complain? \n“Heeey pup, rise n’ shine, cutie!” Came the charismatic southern twang that awoke him. His eyes drifted open to see a very mischievous looking lion staring down at him no more dressed than he’d been since his own shower, and equally shimmering with water. “Room fer one more?” He asked, patting the seat to his right on the couch. With Minos to his left, their bodies already cosied up, Caine’s heartbeat quickened with the knowledge that even now, these two fast friends of his were probably not done ‘sharing’ him yet. \n\n“The more, the merrier~” \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "‘Share and Share Alike’

Taylor hated summer. For a guy with an accent like his, one might assume that judging by where in the world that accent suggested he came from, heat would be like water off a duck’s back for him. In actuality, his southern American accent belied the truth that he’d spent much of his life in the cooler climate of England; thus, a fresh bucketload of water down his back sounded heavenly to the bedraggled, sweaty lion. He was thankful to at least have a good reason to be dragging his feet through the pebbled, cracked dirt of the countryside at this time of year, but still it was hard work to keep up with his comparatively peppy partner.
Caine, too, seemed to be struggling in the heat, but he seemed to be calmly coping better than Taylor, perhaps driven by the excitement the collie felt from the premise of their trip. His ears drooped downwards and his posture curved forwards, body lunging into every step, but his tail quivered and wagged a tad whenever he gave a distant little lighthearted sigh of exhaustion, as if to say that despite the effort of the journey, their destination would be worth the trouble. Taylor meanwhile felt like the bag on his back was about to make him sink into the earth under its’ weight at any moment. His broad body and well toned arms did him well in most circumstances, but right now he just felt weighed down by his own limbs, his thick tufty locks of brown hair flopping down over his forehead.
Thankfully for the duo, their largest motivating factor yet soon came into view once they reached the summit of the earthy mound at the peak of the dusty farmland trail they followed. A massive country house, framed perfectly within the blanketing shade of a cloud gently drifting above and providing welcome respite from the high summer sun, marked the end of their travels. Parts of the house looked to have been weathered through a century or so judging by the faded and cracked woodwork, yet the obvious modern extensions tacked onto the estate and carefully tended acres of land surrounding it on all sides suggested that the house was very much alive and thriving.
The two stood panting at the summit of the hill for a moment.
“Caine, that better be the place, ‘cause I ain’t seein’ so much as an outhouse else for  miles around from up here and mah legs’re about to buckle.” Taylor submitted with a weary yet nervous chuckle, fearing the possibility of him being correct.
Caine just chuckled, almost doubling over from getting caught off guard by the comment, weakened by heat as he was. “That’s it, I promise!” He promptly re-assured Taylor, raising his gaze to meet the feline in the eye. “That’s Las Lindas!” He weakly gestured to the solitary house as they began their stunted shuffle down the hill, taking care not to pick up too much speed, after being so incapable of picking up any speed on the incline.
“And you’re sure... they won’t mi-ind-!” Taylor began to ask, cut off by his feet almost tripping up from the sudden and harsh dip downhill. “...Mind mah intrusion? These’re yer friends an’ all, I’d hate to b-be...” He stammered once more, this time recoiling with a sheepish shrug resulting from the unspoken context of this approaching meeting. “well, presumptuous...”
Caine just lightly chuckled, the puppy bouncing with a little more ease down the hill now. He skidded to a stop just as the ground levelled out and turned in place with an unexpected flair that he secretly hadn’t even intended himself, his low cut v-neck top shuffling with a little bit of flair that Taylor couldn’t help but widen his eyes at in awe.
“No worries, buddy! Trust me, they’ll be happy to have you.” He spoke with a warmth that Taylor welcomed even amidst the summer heatwave. He tugged his backpack up his shoulders once more, resumed his long strides with a newfound enthusiasm, and patted his collie friend firmly on the back as they resumed their home stretch to the farm.
“If ya say so, cutie~”


The boards under Taylor’s feet creaked under his weight with a tortured groan, causing him to almost stumble backwards, before fixing his posture just in time to prevent his own backpack from pulling him down to collapse on the threshold of the farmhouse before he’d so much as introduced himself to the inhabitants. After expelling a nervous sigh, he continued ascending up to the small front patio where a quaint rocking chair sat, looking rather comfortable in the sprinklings of sunlight it was illuminated by through the slightly cracked patio roof.
To Caine, Taylor surmised from what he knew of the unassuming homebody pup, this place probably seemed like an idyllic rural getaway. To the lion himself, it just seemed like a ghost house. Granted, his exhaustion levels, nervousness behind meeting such highly esteemed company (at least in the eyes of the rambunctious canine now confidently knocking on the door, causing Taylor’s heartbeat to quicken yet further), and the heat itself probably exacerbated the trepidation now coursing through his mind.
Not that he didn’t trust his puppy ally, but to experiment with his girlfriend in the heart of the urban sprawl, where they knew and trusted everyone that was invited into their home and bed, was one thing. To take Caine’s word that these farmland folks were friendly, respectable and fun bedfellows was quite another. Still, Taylor thought with a shrug as he reluctantly stood just behind Caine who wagged his tail with a rejuvenated candour, it always was hard to say no to that literal puppy-dog face of his.
The moment the door opened only to reveal a massive figure, broad and dark-furred with horns the likes of which the bulls of Pamplona would have flinched from and eyes as crimson as the eye of Jupiter, Taylor almost up and took flight. His limbs tensed and face widened in fearful intimidation, though before he could act, Caine’s own agility dwarfed Taylor’s own, for when the lion pulled his shoulders back, Caine tossed his whole body forwards into the leathery mass of man.
“MINNOW!”
That was the biggest Minnow that Taylor’d ever seen.
The figure emitted a deep resonating murmur that could have been dubbed in human terms as a ‘chuckle’, his body recoiling by nary a millimetre from the impact of Caine’s body tackling his own at full force.
“Hey pup.” His words hummed out like the strum of a perfectly tuned bass guitar as thick, cut brown arms trapped Caine in a serene, heartfelt embrace. The pup’s tail whipped to and fro and Taylor just about perceived a comforted sigh escaping from amongst the beefy chest that Caine rested his head into.
“Welcome back.” Taylor had to admit, for a man of such herculean proportions, this ‘Minnow’ had a deep thrum to his voice more soothing than any tiny songbird’s chirp. As the two embraced, Taylor wondered if he’d been forgotten about for that moment, not that he blamed his canine friend for their mutual enthusiasm; the whole reason Caine had managed to talk him and Zara into agreeing to this trip was by virtue of the sordid, sexy and sensual tales he told relating to this estate’s inhabitants. They figured if Caine could vouch for them, who wouldn’t be interested in sampling such ‘capable’ partners.
Taylor raised a hand to clear his throat but before he could so much as exhale, his train of thought was abruptly derailed by the sight of a meaty yet gentle palm massaging its’ way south down Caine’s back in a smooth and unapologetic motion until his thick fingers were gripping the puppy’s rear in a firm grope. Caine’s body visibly shuffled about with an adorable wiggle to his hips in instant reply, the bull cracking a toothy smile that let Taylor see the chiselled man’s pearly whites.
Taylor felt frightened no longer, though his brain was quite unable to feel any emotion too strongly at that moment while he stood on the patio staring wide-eyed at the compassionate, sensual embrace that still lingered. However once the bull finally turned his gaze upwards, their eyes meeting for the first time, he felt his heart quicken and the familiar thrill of desire for a newfound bedfellow wash over him.
“Oh, hey there.” The bull began, his tone suggesting surprise that Taylor didn’t believe for a second. He’d been on stage for long enough to know bad acting when he saw it. But it wasn’t supposed to be convincing; it was supposed to be proof of the distracting passion with which he greeted his ‘friends’.  “I’m sorry, where are my manners.” If that’s the way you treat all your buddies, to hell with manners, Taylor contemplated saying.
“Um, Caine?” He muttered, seeking to bring the puppy back to the real world. Taylor noticed his hands stayed right where they lay on Caine’s back and rear, mind. “Would you kindly introduce us?” He got most of the way through saying, before Caine finally came to, snapping his head up and reluctantly peeling his body away from the tall bull, at which point Taylor chuckled to see Caine having stuck the man’s plaid buttoned down shirt to his own sweaty garment.
“R-right, sorry...” Caine nervously chuckled, stepping off to the bull’s left and gesturing to Taylor while the bull kept one hand between Caine’s shoulder blades. “Minos, Taylor, a buddy of mine from the city. Taylor, Minos, he works here at Las Lindas.” Caine officially introduced them with a tone formal enough that he hoped to re-establish at least some of the poise he’d lost from immersing himself in Minos’ hug for so long.
Taylor once again met Minos’ eyes once again while the bull extended his free right hand for a shake.
“Pleasure to meet you, Taylor.” Minos greeted him with a smile. A man of few words, Taylor already surmised, but if every word he said was draped in that seductively deep boom of a voice, he would cherish every single one.
“Likewise, Minos, Caine’s told me aaall ‘bout ya and yer farm here.” He promptly replied, their hands meeting in a strong grip. As a believer in the power of the handshake as an accurate litmus test for a man’s social identity, Taylor was happy to have his first impressions of Minos confirmed by the hearty strength behind the bull’s shake, the likes of which told of a well tempered passion that fuelled the bonds he forged. The way Minos’ brows twitched upwards suggested that he’d read some symbolism in the lion’s words. Good, Taylor thought. Lets’ see if I can’t hammer the point home, and save ourselves some time once we get indoors.
“Tidy place ya got for sure, ya should be proud! I bet folks could get reeeeal cosy in here.” He practically purred, barely realising he had yet to let go of Minos’ hand. He was starting to understand the magnetism through which Caine had struggled to slip free of the bull’s hug.  
“Thank you.” Minos’ lips peeled upwards further as they stood back again. “We work hard around here, and we’re proud of our home. By all means, come on in.” He started to push the front door open once more, leading his guests into the farmhouse. Caine practically bounced inside, breathing in a deep sigh of cool, conditioned air. Taylor, likewise, felt instantly better as the temperature around his weary limbs plummeted and his shoulders drooped in relaxation.
“Cosy, perhaps, but don’t worry...” Minos added, letting go of the door just behind Taylor. “There’s always room for one more.”
His words hung in the air, Taylor feeling the brushy tip of a bill’s tail whipping gently past his backside as he shuffled in. The lion bit his bottom lip as the door shut behind them, already feeling quite at home.


Ordinarily, Taylor thought as he slowly turned in place in the spacious lounge at the front of the country home where Minos had showed his guests into, this room may well have been a raucous hive of activity. Photos littered the mantelpiece and hung all over the walls, Taylor recognising a few faces common amongst them all, who he could easily envision busying themselves all around this expansive home. But now, the space seemed pleasantly serene, with only the steady ticking of a grandfather clock near the chimney filling the air. Still, the house felt colourful and alive, beautifully and naturally lit by the sunlight streaming in through bay windows facing the front porch, and with a menagerie of furnishings all of which spoke volumes of the diverse ‘family’ that lived under this roof.
His mind raced to find the right means to break the ice; with Caine in the restroom ‘powdering his nose’ (more likely sprucing up or dressing down for us, Taylor mused), Taylor knew it was best he make a good first impression, but the unfamiliarity of his environment alongside being alone with such an imposing, physically attractive man had tossed all his usual social grace out of the window. It was easy enough for he and Zara to co-operate in seducing and encouraging a newfound playmate, but no amount of gawking at the broad bull’s behind would alleviate the tension. That fact did nothing to stop Taylor from gawking, mind.
“Take a seat.” Taylor heard, blinking his neck back northwards inconspicuously. Minos clearly meant the words to be an invitation from a gracious host, though in his deep tone Taylor almost mistook them for a stern command. He knew better, but still, the lion couldn’t help but quiver as he pondered just how capably a man could give orders in the bedroom with a voice like that.
“Thanks! It’s been a long journey, it’s times like these I wish I had a car.” Taylor nervously replied, trying to offset his arousal for the time being, before he knew anything for certain. The couch practically swallowed him whole when he collapsed into it, a hearty sigh of comfort leaving his body along with all of the stress of the walk.
“Trust me, you would change your mind after a ride in a delivery truck down those bumpy dirt roads.” Minos said, amongst the clinking of kitchenware and his own firm footsteps as he returned to the room with a large, full pitcher and three glasses on a tray. “Lemonade?”
Taylor’s thirst was offset only by his surprise at seeing the bull effortlessly balancing what must have been a heavy load in one palm, raised up to shoulder height like it was nothing. “Sure, ‘ppreciate it!” Minos bent forward to offer the drink into his palm with a gentlemanly candour, the two exchanging a mutual smile for the first time.
Minos sat beside Taylor while the lion took a quick sip that quickly escalated into a hearty gulp of sweet nectar that fizzed and danced on his tongue in a cool, refreshing, welcoming delight.
“Thanks for coming all the way out here. It’s some way to the station, isn’t it?” Minos said, sitting upright while his eyes studied Taylor’s lightly bedraggled features. He studied Taylor’s smooth coat and thick, lightly curled locks of hair, gripping his own knees with a quickening of the heart, though the lion would never know any of it from how vigorously the delicious beverage held his attention.
“No... trouble!” Taylor re-assured Minos, panting from instant refreshment. “Glad I finally got to meet ya, that pup weren’t about to let up ‘till I came!”
Minos’ eyes widened, followed a second later by Taylor, hearing his own phrasing as well. Taylor swiped his head off to the side awkwardly, scanning the room for another talking point before his own double entendre ruined things prematurely. Settling on something about the other members of the household, Taylor nervously cast his gaze back to Minos before his very first syllable was cut short.
“He’s enthusiastic, that’s for sure. But he’s still cute.” Minos replied with a chuckle. Taylor eased up instantly, resting his left arm around the back of the couch, while Minos turned his way without once breaking posture.
“Ya got that right!” Taylor agreed with a cheerful nod of newfound confidence. “Reminds me a lot of an ol’ boyfriend o’ mine from home.” He returned to his lemonade, briefly sipping with moderation this time, remembering his manners, granted a little too late.
Minos meanwhile was silently appreciating Taylor’s enthusiastic candour, and his accent, the likes of which gave him inspiration for his next question.
“Which State is home then?”  
To this, Taylor’s face cycled through an impressively vast array of expressions, from surprise to pensiveness to ‘working out 3,873 divided by 17 in one’s head’. Finally, he connected the dots independently, resulting in a conclusive relieved laugh from him and a nervous chuckle from Minos.
“Riiiight.” He began, running a hand through his hair. “Beg yer pardon, Minos, this accent of mine’s a bit misleadin’. I actually grew up in London, capital o’ England. Daddy moved us over when I was little. But I was born in Texas, and growin’ up with mostly just Daddy around along with the occasional holiday back there meant I never really got ridda this accent!” He explained, Minos silently and slowly nodding his head with the poise of an esteemed interviewer being informed of some deep truths as to life, the universe and everything.
“Of course.” He simply replied, with a clarity and diction that could only have come from genuine investment and fascination. “I’ve travelled around some myself, but I never did cross the seas that way. Would you recommend the excursion?”
Ordinarily, Taylor would have struggled to see any sincerity behind such a linguistically diverse conversational manner like Minos’. Something about the serene confidence with which he sat and spoke alike though, tempered with what he perceived as well-moderated pride, allowed him to hang on every crisply spoken word from Minos’ lips, like a selfless monk giving sermon. Unlike monks, Taylor hoped, he surely wasn’t celibate.
“That depends!” He set his now emptied glass aside. “Ya like rain?”
“Rarely.”
“Ya like tea?”
“Not really.”
“Ya like cars?”
“NO.”
“London ain’t fer you.”
Laughter filled the air almost instantly, trailing off only after the two had clinked their newly filled glasses once more from the pitcher for a fresh sip. The silence that followed, contrary to the silence in the air before, was a much more comfortable one.
“Say...” Minos began. His voice was shakier this time. “My apologies if I’m being overly accommodating...” Taylor smirked a little, knowing more or less what was coming. “But if you wanted, I could put that shirt of yours in our washer.” There we go.
“Only because I’d hate for a guest to feel uncomfortably drenched in sweat...” Minos almost re-assuringly said, had Taylor not silently peeled his sweat-drenched shirt slowly and carefully over his head, the garment folding inside out in so doing, his hair bristling as he freed himself from its’ confines. Taylor bundled his shirt up in one hand while Minos’ eyes practically seared his gaze along the lion’s bare chest. A smooth coat of short fur flowed down his toned  pecs and abs, fairer along the belly, tiny tufts coiled upwards just slightly to give some depth, like digits inviting stray hands to enjoy the fluffy tactile joy of caressing his chest that waved with the ebb and flow of his musculature.
“Well?” Taylor purred, barely holding back his glee at having clearly wrenched some control from Minos in amongst his seductive stripping. “You gonna clean my shirt, or should we get a little messier first~?”
Minos just bit his lip and decided that he too ought to put his shirt aside for the time being, for ‘washing’. As Taylor feasted his eyes along what he had known all this time to be a masterfully chiselled chest, his thoughts went the same direction as Minos’ did at that moment.
Caine must be getting ready to surprise us, they both happened to independently figure. Lets’ have a surprise waiting for him, too.


Caine bounced back down the stairs as if nothing had happened. Which, for a moment, he feared was the truth, judging by the eerie silence emanating from the ground floor of the house. His posture sagging somewhat, the pup carried right on at a slower pace. He had figured Taylor a sociable enough sort that he’d have no trouble making fast friends with such a soft hearted man as Minos, but perhaps the sudden meeting and more sordid undertones of their visit caused too great of a pressure for the two of them to earnestly bond.
He thought this while gritting his teeth and creaking his way to the ground floor, having lost some of the enthusiasm with which he’d been planning to burst in to surprise the pair. The house felt significantly breezier now that most of his clothes had been abandoned in the spare bedroom upstairs, complemented by the absence of others wandering the halls and shattering the tranquillity in so doing. Much as he appreciated the company of the household’s other occupants, having Minos alone occupying the house that day gave Caine not only the freedom to execute this long-anticipated visit, but also the unique opportunity to walk around uninterrupted in naught but a tight pair of underwear he’d been saving for a special occasion to ‘christen’. The freedom was invigorating, the fresh air on his chest and legs causing the canine to shudder silently, hoping before sneaking back into the lounge that Taylor and Minos might have begun taking measures to cool off themselves.
No sooner did he sneak around the corner into the room than was Caine’s hopes proven correct, the pup simply standing agape with tail enthusiastically wagging at the sight of Minos and Taylor not simply having cooled off, but stripped off completely. For a few seconds, his presence went unnoticed. Caine stood just behind the couch on their right, where the pair sat side by side facing the un-lit fireplace on the other side of the room. No television, radio or book held their attention; the sole focus of the comparatively broad bodied men was one another’s bodies. Taylor had one hand wrapped around Minos’ manhood, fingers tickling along the sensitive flesh, causing stuttered breaths of pleasure from the bull through gritted teeth, his chiselled chest rising and falling subtly where he sat. The heat running through Caine’s body simmered further with each second, savouring the reactions that one might not have come to expect from one with such a tough exterior. Even if he’d come to expect it by that time though, Caine still took great delight in the show. It looked as though Taylor did too, judging by the nip to his lip that he gave while purring in his own declothed state, not to mention the way his own member twitched in the bull’s palm. Taylor always had revelled in soliciting naughty reactions from his bedfellows, Caine recalled while fidgeting with the hem of his own restrictive underwear.
Before Caine could have the satisfaction of greeting the pair with some kind of corny line, Taylor noticed him out of the corner of his eye and beat him to it, starting with an impressed vocal whistle.
“Wheeew, that’s a cute lil’ number, buddy.” He said endearingly, Minos’ eyes slowly peeking open to notice the new arrival. He too seemed to gawk favourably at Caine’s skimpy state of (un)dress, saying all that needed to be said from how his mouth hung open and body remained prone, hungrily looking the pup over.
“Hope you don’ mind, Minos an’ I already got acquainted here, but there’s always room for one more.” He purred, giving a gentle squeeze to his handful, causing an instant audible groan in reaction on his left.
Caine didn’t need to think twice. He sauntered over and dipped to his knees directly between them with a heartfelt smile. His heart pounded with excitement, feeling the bull and lion burn their gazes into his own mostly unveiled body, the slightest shy blush rippling under his facial fur from the submissive thrill he gained from being in the company of two such buff males and talented partners as they.
Caine chuckled, each of the two feeling one of the pup’s hands splay out along their inner thighs.
“I’m so glad you two have been getting along well.” He began, one hand bravely exploring to grasp Taylor’s hefty sac, prompting a hiss through bared predatory fangs. “You two have lots in common, y’know.”
Minos relinquished control over Taylor’s shaft with a gradual stroke, his hand immediately drifting over to ruffle and caress Caine’s thick, smooth black head of hair.
“We have you to thank for the introduction, pup.” He sweetly said, Taylor giving a firm nod of agreement, his own palm following suit to stroke along Caine’s cheek in a gradual, tender swoop.
“Got that right, an’ besides, I know one big thing we got in common.” He began, wide blue eyes staring back up and meeting Taylor’s own. “I reckon we both got good taste in pickin’ cute guys.”
Caine’s body shivered head to toe from the affectionate grasps of his mutually sexy companions.
“Well, I daresay I know how to pick ‘em myself...” he replied, licking his lips and letting his gaze dart between bull and lion alike, both partners letting their hands rest by their sides, all parties able to sense where the heated flow in the air would take them next. “But right now, lucky me, I ain’t gotta pick.” His words faded into a hungry growl, while his left hand caressed its’ way up Taylor’s shaft, gripping as widely as one could around such a thick specimen and beginning to massage its’ way up and down in a slow and steady gait. Simultaneously, Caine’s posture shuffled to the right and in one smooth gesture, his face dived downwards, lips puckering and welcoming Minos’ thick manhood into his muzzle, inch by satisfyingly hot inch.  
“-Ngh! Wow, pup...!” The bull would growl out, hips naturally undulating upwards to encourage suckling lips to slip further down his shaft while the tongue within began to whip this way and that around its’ sizable mouthful. Without skipping a beat in how his fingers would trace over every aspect, every speck of Taylor’s jet black member, Caine worked his lips down until the very root of Minos’ cock nuzzled into his maw. His cheeks hollowed inwards to apply some firm, enthusiastic suction around the mouthful, eyes peeling upwards to meet a panting Minos in the eye, while his tail swished to and fro, almost as clear an indicator of Caine’s own pleasure as was the tenting protrusion in his tight underwear.
“Eager t’please, ain’t he stud?” Taylor teased, rolling his own hips now while Caine’s paw applied greater pressure to his cock, as if to ensure him that he wouldn’t go forgotten.
“Indeed...” The bull shivered in reply, as verbose as ever, just before Caine’s lips began to slip back upwards, popping off of his shaft with beady, fascinated eyes admiring the treat before him. The pup would feel a hand clutching the back of his head which might have suggested some use of force from the likes of this burly bull who would surely be capable of such rough treatment. However, his flushed, needy expression said all that needed saying; as much as he didn’t want to force Caine, Minos needed this. That need made Caine bite his own lip, cherishing that he could get such a rise out of Minos so easily. All three males seemed to fill the room with their quiet breaths that spoke volumes of the passion felt all around.
Wasting no time, with a smirk and a sighing inhale, Caine dipped his mouth back down again, this time initiating a slow, steady, sensual motion that saw Minos gasping and rolling his hips to and fro, his balls grasped underneath by a coaxing, titillating canine paw whilst that thick bull cock pumped down the submissive puppy’s throat time and time again. The pair got into a steady motion, Taylor now watching with a bite to his lip and his other palm restlessly stroking up and down his own chest, purely for the tactile pleasure of it all. The three seemed most content to simply ‘go with the flow’ of the moment, and as Caine peeked upwards to look his receptive, aroused companions in the eyes, he was hardly about to complain over the beefy sights he beheld.
Caine would smear his paw playfully around Minos’ sac, the heft of which never failed to impress him and leave him anticipating the load that they always suggested, and never failed to deliver. His mouth tugged back upwards with a whimper, panting lightly against the bull’s shaft, a thin yet nonetheless clear bridge of saliva linking his lips with the treat.
“Not just yet...” He cooed under his breath to no-one in particular, before casting his gaze over to his left, where the lion’s own length trickled in lust. All this time he’d felt precum slicking up his own fingers, exploring that obscenely thick shaft with greater ferocity once Taylor’s own juices had lubed himself up in the process. It was a messy treat, but a welcome treat nonetheless, the puppy thought before shuffling his body around to face it head on, parting his lips and readying himself with lips hovering above that sensitive tip, tongue whipping across it like a pendulum, tempting Taylor with the promise of pleasure.
That temptation was too much for Taylor. While Minos, ever the gentleman, happily sufficed with canine paw stroking him off, engulfed within the voyeuristic delight of watching his cute companion going down on another man, Taylor was not nearly as patient. A low, humming snarl would ripple through the lion’s body, hip muscles taut and mind clouding over with singleminded lust as both his hands sunk into the sea of Caine’s fluffy head of hair and pushed the pup, slowly but steadily, right the way down his cock in one fell swoop.
Minos gasped audibly, apparently shocked, impressed and increasingly aroused by the surprising display of flexibility Caine demonstrated merely by the action of his lips parting and sliding, throat gulping and swelling, but most of all, his eyes lighting up with joy as he began to fellate the lion, tongue swirling in waves across whatever throbbing cockflesh as it could touch within his maw, invisibly to Minos. The odd gulp and splutter might have broken the quivering quiet ruling the room, but still Caine managed to bob his head downwards, following the dominant lion’s lead. Much as Taylor prided himself on going all out with his lovers, he maintained enough sensibility to keep his pressure on Caine’s head only at moderate levels.
When the two had first met and knocked boots, it proved a great surprise to the both of them when they’d learned that Caine really could take his sizable shaft, since which time they’d only been able to attune themselves to one another’s sexual energies to greater extents. So now they sat, Caine’s throat bottoming out most of the way down Taylor’s manhood, a juttered sigh of satisfaction escaping Taylor’s euphorically smiling visage. Judging by the way Caine’s hips rolled and quivered, hands kneading Taylor’s sac and outright jerking Minos’ now aching spit-drenched cock respectively, he was enjoying himself too.
Taylor turned to Minos, freeing up one hand purely for the sake of grasping the bull by the chin, tugging him nearer as he closed most of the distance himself, the passionate rush of that wet, warming blowjob spurring him to a sudden, intense, deep kiss with the bull. However surprised Minos was, he quickly adapted, their tongues playing with one another’s while Caine’s own tongue began to drag up and down the thick black member fueling his own hunger.
Their lips parted with a hungry growl from both sides.
“Lets’ enjoy all he has to offer.” Taylor purred. Minos simply gave a stuttered nod as an instant response, watching as Taylor began sliding the pup back up his erection until Caine’s lips could close up once more around the thinner tip, suckling with greater pressure and coaxing a lustful groan from Taylor in turn. Between the sweat that had been regained in spite of the house’s air conditioning, the generously swapped saliva and the juices coating both Taylor and Minos’ generous shafts which Caine soon began to frequently switch between as though he could hardly decide which he liked more, the trio were getting themselves messy already. Shutting his eyes with a whisper of desire that slipped out despite his furious lip-biting, Taylor relished the sensation of a wide, rough, wet tongue dragging up his balls from underneath, each tastebud on Caine’s tongue inhaling his male essence from the source, lips puckering up and engulfing as much as he could, matting down the shallow fur over his sac with a generous coat of saliva applied with swooping licks.
Before they even knew it, both men were crowded together on the couch, bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder like commuters on a busy train. Fortunately for them, the critical difference in their case was that their personal space was gladly shared, arms over one another’s shoulderblades whilst grasping their own lubricated cocks and maintaining the rhythm with which they humped towards Caine’s now wide open maw. The canine in question simply smiled widely, both his hands clutching and coaxing his friends’ balls encouragingly, rubbing and sampling the heavy handfuls of sensitive male flesh that rolled over his palm and filled him with an insatiable curiosity, and a lustful anticipation of what they all knew was to come. Caine’s heart pounded as their stroking quickened, breaths short, ragged and frequently interspersed with bestial growls. He knew he was in the firing line, doing nothing to guard himself and everything to exacerbate the situation. He would spend no more than a few seconds at a time at any one task - dipping his head deep down Minos’ pre-trickling shaft; doing the same to Taylor at a slower pace made necessary by the size of his shaft; flicking his tongue across any equally loved speck of their shafts almost fit to burst; teasing their balls with hearty suckling made by hollowed cheeks. It wasn’t long until his devoted treatment paid off. Now that they were finally meeting, and going all out with one another, Caine could hardly believe it was happening, so much did his tail whip to and fro, mouth opening wide in expectation, his eyes lighting up in joy.
It was much easier for him to believe when the first thick, warm shot of seed splashed him point blank over the breadth of his tongue.
“Nnngh, haaaaa!” Came Minos’ almost harmonious cry, the bull proving as always more ‘vocal’ of a partner than many might expect from such an intimidating presence. His head craned backwards as if singing to the heavens in ecstasy.
“G-good pup...!” Taylor whimpered, cracking one eye open while the pressure building up in his member reached boiling point, the first shots firing off much more wildly than Minos’ had, caking Caine’s hair in a fresh warm coating of cum. Taylor watched, hypnotised, as pleasure flooded his mind and his seed flooded Caine’s open mouth, copious mess splattering all over the living room floor inevitably. Following a sudden instinct, Taylor’s head dived into the nape of Minos’ neck, chewing a firm love bite into the sensitive flesh of his new friend. Minos just tossed and turned as he humped the rest of his orgasm out; between Caine’s lips puckering around his tip to coax and collect as much of his cum as he could, and Taylor physically biting out all the joy rushing through his loins and soaking into Caine’s cheek and chest, he almost thought the pleasure would melt him away.
Finally, amidst gradually soothing tremors of pleasure, the trio relaxed, Taylor and Minos slumping into the couch which they only now realised had conformed to their body shapes, and been stained by their perspiration. Neither one moved a muscle to ‘clean up’ though. Caine, likewise, was hardly in any position to seek cleanliness, not with ribbons of cum caking his features, matting down his fur and dripping from the tips of his hair and fingers.
“Mmmmm, I feel messy.” Caine mused, an unexpectedly adorable act in Taylor’s eyes which gave him just enough rejuvenated energy to affectionately ruffle the canine’s hair.
“You sure are.” He chuckled. Minos gave a weak smile in return, which in the seconds that followed transformed into a smirk hinting that a flash of inspiration had pierced his imagination.
Caine was the first to notice, whilst licking his hand clean, an act that in its’ very gradual execution was quite the tease itself to the bull. Crimson eyes shot through the air while Minos’ chest rose and fell, his arms draped over the back of the sofa in a pose of satisfaction and confidence.
“Uh oh, I know that look...” Caine nervously observed, with a nonetheless curious swooping gaze over Minos’ sweat-glazed, muscular body. Nothing was said in reply, the bull choosing powerful silence over any clumsy words, as he was known to do. “Taylor... don’t suppose, you think, um...” Caine stammered, only to look up at Taylor and see an expression mimicking Minos’ own ogling him back.
“You up for more?” Taylor asked Minos, barely breaking his hungry stare Caine’s way.
“Definitely.” Came the immediate, if still rather breathless reply.
Caine just bit his lip in a mix of nervousness and excitement. Whatever trouble he was in, he had a feeling he’d like it.


Taylor knew Caine to be an enthusiastic bottom in the bedroom (or, as was more commonly the case, wherever the mood got the better of them outside of it), but that didn’t thwart his surprise at how eagerly Caine positioned himself before him, ready for round two.  Likewise, Minos was certainly no slouch, clearly empowered by a sizable second wind with how proud and poised he looked on the other end of Caine’s body, the canine pinned pleasantly between the two standing males, tail brushing lightly across Taylor’s chest in feathery motions with his body on all fours in front of the lion.
A troubled look appeared on Minos’ face as Taylor’s fingers inched into the stringy hem of Caine’s tight, stylish briefs.
“What’s up, Minnow? Doing okay up there?” Caine playfully chuckled, Taylor seemingly too hypnotised by the alluring sight of the collie’s gradually unveiled soft rear end to have noticed Minos’ conflicted expression.
“Wha- oh, it’s nothing Pup...” He lied upon looking down to see a literal pair of puppy-dog eyes staring right back up. Even now, Caine was nuzzling and brushing his cheek fur over Minos’ thighs, and his hefty balls. His cock, still lubricated and dribbling the last of his first release of the night over the carpet and a canine who cutely chuckled at how messy he seemed to be getting even while this second round was merely warming up, twitched at the alluring tease between his thighs.
“It’s just...” He stuttered, continuing. Taylor now looked his way as well, clasping Caine’s behind confidently as if to demonstrate that he was by no means unfamiliar with the collie’s body either. “You gonna be okay, handling both of us? I mean, I know I’m kinda big, but Taylor, you, well...” He would go on, switching his gaze between the pair of them without quite knowing which one to address, and how.
Taylor gave a warm, southern chortle that lifted Minos’ spirits just to hear, relieving him of the awkward necessity of expressing his concerns literally.
“Don’tcha worry, ‘Minnow’.” Taylor’s blue eyes gazed into Minos’ passionate, caring crimson pair, the bull weakly smiling back. “Ah know what ah’m doin’. Ah’ll make sure Caine’s comfortable.” He purred, running a hand smoothly and steadily right up the small of Caine’s back, who shuddered and tugged a surprised Minos closer still into his maw.
“Aa-aaahh! Damn, pup...” Minos would instinctively growl out upon feeling Caine take one of his balls into his mouth with even more devotion than he had before, hands holding on around the bull’s thighs for dear life. Minos tensed up accordingly; Caine knew all too well after all the time they’d spent together that Minos was more than capable of supporting his weight, in more positions than one, for that matter. Minos slid his shoulders back, ripped chest pushing out towards a very ravenously staring lion that simultaneously grinded his hips away, flicking his massive erection downwards and aiming his way to the base of Caine’s tail while Minos sighed under his breath, the bull all too happy to serve as Caine’s personal leaning post if it brought on such oral delights.
Any concerns Minos had had about Caine’s wellbeing had melted away in those few seconds. He was in good hands. Literally, Minos realised as he watched Taylor kneading his fingers into Caine’s hips, biting his lip and inching his way forwards. There was only one thing that motion could have implied, and the knowledge of exactly what it was caused Minos to let his instincts run free, coaxing Caine’s face upwards just so that he could sink his cock between the pup’s lips again.
Taylor was almost too intoxicated with the anticipation of the moment to push forwards. Between the adorable canine humping and wiggling backwards to express his need louder than any words could say, and the rippling, sweat-glazed beefcake helping himself to their mutual spoils, the view was almost too good to be true. No reason that he couldn’t have his cake and eat it too though, he realised while parting Caine’s plush backside between his thumbs. Caine was going nowhere with how effectively sandwiched he’d become, and Minos certainly wasn’t either; he had quite the view to enjoy while having his way.
“Good pup... here it comes...” He growled, arching his upper body forwards with hips following suit. Caine moaned into his mouthful, doing his part to welcome Taylor inside by grinding backwards, the plentiful lubrication that had accumulated over the course of their afternoon so far easing the process. Taylor’s hands groped into Caine’s ass sensually as his cock sank deeper still inside him. The initial tension and resistance that clenched around his member gradually easing into a constant simmer, hugging him all the way around and coaxing a deep guttural growl to wash in a hot sigh over the back of Caine’s bobbing neck.
To Caine, he could think of no better restraint than this, no better way to be taken than to feel such trusted, chiselled, talented partners claiming his body inside and out. He’d clenched his eyes shut through the initial discomfort of Taylor’s entry, knowing just as well as the lion did that such trials only led to greater delights. Now with the filling yet manageable swell of that twitching cock buried within his tailhole, the sizzling pleasure swooping through his nerves from the subtle internal prodding of his prostate, and the satisfying throatful of Minos he was constantly and passionately fed, he was more certain than ever that this meeting could not have gone better for any of them.
Slowly but surely, Taylor began rolling his hips. Every time his cock slid back out it would grind firmly in long strokes, broad and weighty with the size and weight behind his member, against Caine’s prostate and every sensitive speck of his insides. His hands came to rest around the puppy’s hips, which gyrated back against Taylor in a demonstration that Caine had moves of his own. The stuttered growls of approval that Caine would hear from above and behind served as reassurance of the satisfaction caused by his enthusiastic bottoming.
Somewhat unexpectedly, Caine would feel Minos’ pace building faster than Taylor’s did. Granted, Taylor was a bigger stud posing a tighter fit from how he rutted with Caine’s rear, so his more gradual motions were no wonder. However, Caine hadn’t felt the bull staking his claim down his suckling maw and past his tickling tonsils with this much enthusiasm since that time the two of them ended up stranded in the farm’s barn with Mora. All of them soaking wet, ditching their clothes and warming up thanks purely to the rocking and rolling of fingers, thighs, tongues...
Caine pulled the brakes on his reminiscing when he felt Taylor’s fingers gently coiling around his own member. If he wasn’t careful he was going to end up reaching his personal crescendo of carnal delight far too soon. As if being filled from both ends was not stimulating enough, the coiling and stroking of fingers around his drooling shaft accentuated with a ‘ya love this, don’tcha cutie?’ hissed his way from above threatened to wash him away in ecstasy.
He refocused with some deep breaths through his nose and a joyful chuckle which resonated with a flick of his tongue on Minos’ thickness. The bull was probably just happy to be part of some ‘quality man time’ for a change against the usual bevy of women he lived with. As lucky as many would have considered him to be living in such a hedonistic environment, at that moment with the threesome’s pace keeping steady, sensual and indulgent, Minos wouldn’t have wished for anything else. Except, perhaps, to compliment the enjoyment he gained from fucking Caine’s mouth, slapping his balls on the pup’s chin and sinking his fingers into his head by meeting Taylor for a deep, sensual liplock.
Fortunate, then, that in the seconds that followed, Taylor opted to do exactly that. Caine would only hear them kissing above his arched back as a surprised and muffled moan followed by hungry breaths crashing against one another like furious waves amidst a tumultuous ocean, but he knew the sound well enough that it gave him cause to grind his hips back against Taylor with increased ferocity. Taylor himself let his tongue guide Minos’ own, his barely open eyes gazing into Minos’ own clenched shut eyelids with a predatory hunger. One hand grasped Minos’ neck, the other tugging the round, fluffy canine rear hugging his cock on all sides right back into his own hips with a firm, ferocious *Slap, Slap, Slap*. Minos’ thrusts were beginning to synchronise with Taylor’s, the rolling of both members spearing down to their roots into their receptive mutual partner at the same time, tugging back out amidst no lack of pleasurable resistance only for the muscular larger males to utilise the entirety of their honed musculatures to do it all over again.
Minos felt that familiar boil of pleasure beginning to spill over when he felt Caine really start putting his all into the suction applied around his member. Similarly, Taylor would sense an increased wiggling of the hips from his playful pup. On both ends, equally coaxing actions that sent the same signal; a need to feel them going all out, using him, filling him.
Caine wouldn’t have to wait. Minos’ motions grew feverish, the abundant lubrication that had been applied all over his groin this entire time allowing him to rut his hips at full force, his thickness sliding down Caine’s throat and twitching as a clear tell of the climax to come. Having fought and fully adapted to the greater resistance of Caine’s tailhole (a worthwhile effort after all, for the tension based pleasure it afforded him), Taylor meanwhile would let his lips splatter apart from Minos’ with a sizable bridge of saliva trickling messily onto Caine’s back, just so he could focus on fucking at full force. His gifted girth worked its’ way with a gradual but discernible rise in speed and ferocity, until Taylor was grunting every time he hilted, one hand laying claim on the side of Caine’s hip while the other used feathery fingers on the underside of the canine’s cock to finish the work he continued to perfect against Caine’s prostate.
With his internal pleasure button stimulated so mercilessly, and the masses of muscle rutting into him, for Caine it was too much to bear. With a gargled cry around his mouthful, his body shivered in the first tremors of climax, back arching and lips giving one final slurp, the likes of which was the final straw for his partners, as well.
“F-fuck yesss!” Taylor hissed, his cock bottoming out inside Caine, pulsating lightly yet ominously before unloading. With eyes and teeth clenched shut he growled out his orgasm, thick ribbons of lion cum flooding Caine from the inside out, trickling out around his round rear and oozing down his thighs. Caine’s delight would only increase as he felt Taylor’s seed unceasingly filling and warming him, in unison with Minos similarly letting loose.
“God...daaaamn...” Minos quivered weakly, adding to the sexual soundscape echoing through the home; the heights of ecstasy frying his brain from one moment to the next prevented him from being quite as loud as Taylor or Caine themselves, but his delight was no less apparent with how he pumped out an even more voluminous load than he had during his first climax of the night, splashing down Caine’s throat past his tonsils and washing back over a fiercely flicking tongue. His head tossed side to side, a repeat performance of the flustered extravagance which only came out of the burly bull when wracked in the throes of climaxes like these one, coaxed to only greater heights still by the furiously groping palms of Caine on Minos’ taut rear and the muscles all around it.
Caine himself, with the bliss of a double-helping flooding, overflowing and even in the case of Taylor’s massive still-cumming erection bloating his insides subtly, was merely humping the air towards the carpet beneath, his own cock twitching and spurting in climax itself without even Taylor’s tender fingers brushing it any more. It was all from the two of them, his big bull and lustful lion, that Caine found plentiful receptive delight enough to soak the carpet in his own mess, even while the pair spitroasting him tugged themselves free and soaked his hair, back and tail in the remainders of their mutual joy.  
For a time, all three were quiet, their bodies gently collapsing with Caine mostly underneath, huddled yet not squashed by the hefty, sweaty, messy masses of furry male flesh affectionately panting and nuzzling from above in a ramshackle three way cuddle. Perhaps, they would later agree that day, nothing needed saying, not when the steady whipping of wagging canine tail at the bottom of their pile said plenty.


“Better?”
“Much better, cheers!” Caine chirped back down to Minos as he made his way down the stairs with naught on but a towel around his neck, rubbing around to catch the last droplets of moisture that remained from his shower. “Taylor’s in there now, shame we can’t really join him, huh?” Caine joked, followed by a nervous chuckle that Minos has always known meant there was sincerity behind Caine’s words nonetheless.
“Sexy idea pup, but we know from practice that that shower of ours isn’t big enough for two to fit inside, let alone actually wash in.” Minos pragmatically reminded him, barely looking away from the window where he absently stared out at the green, healthy pastures surrounding their farmhouse with steaming mug of tea in hand, slouched into the far end of the living room couch.
“Well, maybe we try it again with the shower door open, when we don’t haf’ta worry ‘bout getting messy with water. Maybe when Miles is on cleaning duty?”
“Maybe.” Minos chuckled offhand. Caine simply smirked silently, retrieving his own mug, now pleasantly cooled after his own cooling shower, to sip while seated alongside Minos by the window.
Caine reached over to rest his elbow on the broad, supportive shoulder of his companion, the likes of whom didn’t stir an inch.
“I had a lot of fun, Minnow.” He mumbled, shyly yet earnestly.
“Me too, Pup.”
“You like him?”
“Definitely.”
“Wanna do it again sometime?”
“Absolutely.”
“Think... M-Mora might wanna join?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
The duo then sipped their tea, in accidental unison.
Caine knew enough about Minos to know he tended to only ever say just enough. But what he did say, he always meant. That alone gave Caine the satisfaction needed to shut his eyes, nuzzle into Minos’ side, and relax with the knowledge that he’d succeeded in coaxing two of his close friends to form a friendship of their own. And if their friendship involved sharing in their mutual attraction to the puppy himself, who was he to complain?
“Heeey pup, rise n’ shine, cutie!” Came the charismatic southern twang that awoke him. His eyes drifted open to see a very mischievous looking lion staring down at him no more dressed than he’d been since his own shower, and equally shimmering with water. “Room fer one more?” He asked, patting the seat to his right on the couch. With Minos to his left, their bodies already cosied up, Caine’s heartbeat quickened with the knowledge that even now, these two fast friends of his were probably not done ‘sharing’ him yet.

“The more, the merrier~”
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