His bike’s wheels squealed to a stop, the doberman pup slung his leg over the side. He’d made this trip countless times, but today would be different. The boy took a deep, and shaky breath. Damien glanced up at the worn, and skeezy sign that draped over a rusted, curved awning. Casa Paradiso, a bathhouse. The Bathhouse. Months of reading stories online, months of lust and watching videos, being unable to stop thinking about the baths, and constant thoughts of what happened behind the deeply tinted glass doors that now loomed before him. It all changed the day he managed to get his paws on a fake I.D; his wet dreams becoming a tense reality. He knew he wasn't supposed to be here; hell, he was pretty sure most twelve year old cubs might not even be allowed to even look at the small unassuming building tucked into a little corner of the city. He glanced over his shoulder and down the empty alley, watching the oblivious passersby walking past at the other end. Ever since a couple years ago he started feeling different around his teachers, especially the older males. It all started with dreams of his third grade teacher, a gruff elephant in his mid sixties, just the puppy naked in class with the older male. It felt good, he didn’t feel ashamed. The dreams felt even better when Mr.Lestern started showing up naked as well. Damien felt his sheath twitch as he remembered those dreams. The big bear hugs that his young mind craved and constantly dreamt of. With a shaky breath, the cub hid his bike behind the building’s dumpster. Slow strides to the door, it was now or never, the puppy had to act. 


As he neared the doors a fancy sports car slid into one of the open spaces at the front of the building. A giant of an orca stepped out, almost at eight feet tall, a fair bit of muscle and chub showed from under the v-neck tank-top that clung tightly to the whale’s shiny skin. Damien knew he looked a little older than he was, he hit a growth spurt early. Standing a little under 5 '9, the puppy towered over his peers, taller even than some of his teachers. The fur on his cheeks had started to grow shaggy. Yet nothing hit Damien harder than when he noticed his sheath thickening, balls growing and hanging lower, how those dreams came more and more frequently. Some took the boy to be around sixteen or seventeen, a fact that helped bolster his attempts to garner the I.D. It was easy to sneak into a high school when you resembled a freshman. The killer whale looked over the rim of green-tinted sunglasses. An almost knowing smile brimming across his muzzle. He gave a wink at the cub, Damien’s knees began to wobble. He knew this whale from somewhere. No, he couldn't, the whale was just being friendly. No matter what the dog told himself though, nothing, at this point, could help the fact he felt little more than a tiny puppy. The orca made his way to the door, pulling it open and nodding at the boy as he stood, mere feet away from the entrance. The dull thud-thud of a heart-pounding bassline slithered free from the entryway. Another smile from the orca, the cub shivering as his gaze met the man’s. Everything had led to this moment.


“Coming in buddy; or you just gonna stand there and gape? Plenty more eye candy in there pup.” The whale gestured back toward the open door. With a gulp, Damien made his decision. He passed under the arm of the gentleman who held open the door for him. He could all but feel the eyes glued to his rump in the loose gym shorts he wore. He took his final innocent steps across the threshold, and into the awaiting arms of debauchery. 
 
There was the smell of men, undeniable. Men, musk, sweat, and semen; just a hint but the boy knew it well. Lately that same scent clung to his bed covers near constantly. Damien felt another twitch in his sheath as he looked around the bathhouse’s lobby. It looked rather mundane, the boy thought. A small hallway with glass windows to his left, a door at the opposite end of the hall and one to his right. A small chair sat in the corner of the lobby, pamphlets offering testing services for STIs or for gay-friendly businesses lined a corner table. Damien felt light-headed. Perhaps he had made a mistake. The orca padded up to one of the windows, his deep voice a low purr as he chatted with the disembodied voice behind the glass. Shakily, the doberman padded up to the small window, to the whale’s right. Where he found a nicely groomed, and very muscular, Clydesdale sorting through some sort of paperwork. The horse spoke first, barely looking up from his organizing, speaking over the boy as he struggled to find his voice. 


"Cubs aren't allowed here, puppy. Gonna have to ask you to leave."


Damien seemed to freeze, he was already caught, ears tucking before he shook himself; doing his best to lower his voice, attempting to sound genuine and not like a kid playing pretend.


"T-today's my 18th birthday, s-sir, here," the pup passed the fake over the counter, "See?"


The horse nodded, surely this kid couldn't be a day over 15 yet here he was, standing before him and shivering like a leaf. The I.D looked real enough, though anyone with a hundred bucks and the will to search one out could easily score a fake. Clyde wondered.


"Alright looks like everything is in order I guess, so what're you looking for today kid? Locker, a room, gym access? What's on your mind." 


Damien didn't think this far ahead, not expecting to actually get in. His words caught in his throat as they finally managed to stumble past his tongue. Behind him, the orca gets buzzed into the door at the end of the hall. Taking a moment to glance back at Damien, they’re eyes meeting once more as the large male gives the cub another wink. His knees began to shudder once more. 


"U-uh, locker sir! And uh, I think that'll do it?" 


The stallion chuckled and nodded, his hunch had to be right, this kid was as green as they came. However, he'd let things play out; see what trouble he and this new little friend might wind up in. Already he could feel his excitement growing against his thigh. Heavy hoof-capped fingers tracing along the shaft that slowly pushed free of its leathery prison. He glanced over at the pitbull that was grinning like an idiot beside him. The tangerine uniform shorts pulled low and showed off a growing rocket pop. Perfect for the pure-natured pup that trembled behind the glass. 


"Since it's your first time, kid; there is a little bit of tradition! My name is Clydesworth, though you can just call me Clyde, everyone does." He took the boy's payment and slid back a towel and a key-ring. Smiling down at the shivering doberman, mind wandering at just what the cub was playing at. "As I was saying. First timers get a little guided tour around the facilities. If you'd like it. Of course, if you'd rather, you could find your own way."


Damien nodded, a guide seemed a pretty smart idea, especially since, if the stories were true, he was already gonna be bait here.


"Sure! I'd love a tour, it sounds really nice actually."


Clyde smirked, this kid was easy. His hand, just slowly guiding along his cock as he walked the little pup through the membership process. From the corner of his eye Clyde could see Jerry stroking himself. The stallion nodded along with the cub and explained a few other things, mostly rules and legal issues. After a few moments, the stallion buzzed the boy in, watching the cub slink over to the door as he gave Jerry a wink. The dog growled for a moment.


“You better bring him back to share.”


 Clyde barked out a laugh and nodded, waving the pitbull off, adjusting himself and making sure his manhood wasn’t so prominently on display. He guided the puppy to the locker room, standing out front while the boy slowly slinked inside. The mutt couldn’t be over fifteen, heck perhaps even younger. The large stallion couldn't help but ponder as he waited for the puppy to strip and lock away his personal belongings.  


The butterflies in Damien’s stomach were in overdrive as he padded back into the dank locker room. He made his way into a large square room, a couple rows dividing the floor. The doberman padded towards his locker, almost directly in the middle of the room; Only a grizzly shared the room with Damien, gently toweling water from the thick, shaggy brown fur, a beer-can thick cock swung heavily between his legs, foreskin sagging loosely. Damien couldn’t help but look at the girthy member, an itch waking up in his sheath before the boy looked away but his blush was plain to see as the ursine smirked. The large male walked past the cub and back into the bathhouse as the towel was tugged tightly back around his waist; reaching his paw out and scritching behind the pup’s ear as he whispered gruffly down to the pup. .


"Aw it won't bite, puppy. Why don’t you come and find me later, I can give you proper demonstration"


Damien barked out a nervous chuckle, his cheeks burning bright as he faced the locker, waiting a few moments until he was sure he was alone before he began to undress. The cub shuddered as his paw ran over his swollen sheath, his puphood just peeking out as he covered himself with the small towel; letting out a heavy sigh as made his way back to the stallion. The bear was gone as he made his way outside, a small sigh of relief making its way from his muzzle as Clyde smiled warmly and put his arm around the boy; guiding the puppy towards a dark hallway, making idle chit chat, it only took a few moments before they stopped in front of an open set of double doors. It was dark as the two stepped into the large room; ‘it’s like a movie theater!’ The young puppy thought. On the large screen in front of them, a twink mouse bounced hard on the lap of a well hung lion; lewd wet slaps, cheezy dialog, and overblown moans filled the room, as the stallion chuckled at the boy's reaction. 


"So here is our little theater, we just show little clips, sometimes porn, sometimes amateur work, depends on the day really." Clyde pointed down to a lizard who was prostrated against one of the theater seats; long tail held high by a chubby skunk, the mustachioed, striped daddy sating his tongue lust deep in the scaly rump. A small group watching and pawing off as they surrounded the show, blocking off Damien’s view. “It’s also a popular spot to put on show’s of your own. You can be just as naughty as you’d like!”


The two moved, just a few steps further on the other side of the hall, hoof-fingers pointing to the tile entryway behind him. "Behind me we got the showers, that should be self explanatory, bathrooms are next to them, we keep douches, not the people kind, and some stuff to wash out your muzzle after it gets nice and dirty.” 


 Another small stroll led the two to a massive set of glass doors, Clyde smiling as they stepped aside so a caribou could slip inside the dark room. A few gusts of steam pushed out as the stallion spoke up. “Now here we have our steam room and our sauna, a lot of fun takes place here, big big rooms and things tend to get really exhibitionist. Always super fun!"


The tour took a turn into a dark series of alleys and tunnels as the horse pulled the boy closer. Passing various closed doors and open. Damien looked into a couple of the open doors, mostly furs in various states of undress giving him winks and beckoning calls as his blush deepened. One door in the corner seemed really popular as Clyde pulled the pup to the crowd as they watched with all the others as a big wolf buried his bone into a mewling tiger rump, the heavy slaps of their fucking and the cacophony of moans and groans melding with the jeers and moans from the crowd. Damien felt a paw rub at the side of his towel covered thigh and saw the grizzly from earlier winking down at him, the paw just slowly rubbing at his thigh as he couldn't pull his eyes from the show. 


"Now these are the private rooms, as you can see, doesn't necessarily have to be private; however, some guys prefer to have some alone time and keep things one on one you know?"
The puppy nodded as he just watched the wolf's fat knot popping in and out of the cat's tight rim. That looked like it kinda hurt but the moans and nods from the tiger seemed to indicate otherwise. He felt his sheath thickening once more, the bear’s meaty paw making its way toward it, finger claws running along his balls. A soft huff pushed past Damien’s lips. He looked up at the bear, and was sharply tugged from the other direction. Led roughly by Clyde as the pup heard an annoyed growl coming back from the corridor. The tour headed outside to a nice pool area, various furs were hanging out and talking, some were sunbathing, a pair of stags heavily kissed in a bubbling hot tub as the stallion smiled.


"Here's our patio. Sometimes we host parties, have barbecues or play games in the pool and don't worry, no one can see over those big fences so feel free to have a little fun out here if you'd like as well." 


Clyde led the cub around to a side door, just beyond it a lobby, complete with a tv and a few game tables. To their right a gym, yet it clearly looked underutilized. 


"Now we like to keep our machines clean so we ask folks not to play there. However, other than that I think our little tour is over, so pup what do you think?"


Damien stammered it was a little much to take in all at once, his eyes trailing down and noticing a bulge in the Clydesdale's shorts, his blush deepening. Clyde watched the cub’s eyes and grinned, his paw rubbing at the boy's shoulder as he lowered his voice, his tone almost dripping with lust. 


"Now usually the new boys tend to offer a tip for the tour."


Damien whined softly. "S-sorry sir, I-I don't have any more cash."


Clyde just chuckled, taking the boy's paw, it only took a moment to head back towards the cash office, Jerry sat waiting, looking at porn on his phone while his girthy pup-maker drooled. The stallion couldn’t help but give an amused nicker as he stepped inside with the doberman pup. The pitbull eyeing the two and grinning as Damien was pushed gently closer to the other dog. The large Clydesdale behind him rubbing at his shoulders with both paws as the pup felt something warm and slick growing along his spine. 
"How about helping with this then?"


Damien's face grew red hot as he took a shy step forward, his little puppy paw taking a hold of the other canine’s member. After a moment Clyde joined the dog in sitting, the doberman let out a soft whine. The stallion was the biggest he'd ever seen in person. It was heavy too, a soft groan of pleasure escaped the older male at his touch, Damien slowly starting to paw the adults off, his muzzle drooling as he watched the precum just ooze from the fat tip of the Clydesdale, and the throbs of the pitbull's knot as it swelled larger and larger.


"Oooh fuck puppy come on, I see you, just give it a taste."


Damien was roughly pushed to his knees under the desk. The cramped space and the cocks just inches from his snout left him almost bathed in the combined musk of the stallion and his friend. The pup couldn’t help it anymore, letting his tongue slowly glide along the underside of the equine member in front of him, his paw slipping down and squeezing at the canine’s knot. A long series of moans came from above as slowly the confidence in himself built up and up. Soon every inch of the dripping shafts were covered in puppy licks. The boy shifted his attention between both cocks as he let his eyes close and began to give in to his lusts. Soon enough the cub whimpered, lowering the blunt horse tip right to his muzzle; opening up as wide as he could and letting the member just slowly slide right in. His eyes rolled back at the taste, this was better than the stories, better than he imagined. He felt right at home between the legs of someone bigger, stronger, and more dominant than him. Right where a little puppy whore belonged. He bobbed on that cock until his jaw ached, but Damien didn't want it to stop, he was in love with the taste of this cock. Hell if he could he'd leash himself to it. Each drip of that potent horse cream almost made the puppy yearn for the real thing, burning that much brighter as the stallion’s moans and words of encouragement just egged him on. The cock was roughly pulled free of his underaged muzzle before the pitbull’s long purple-pink breeding tool slipped inside. The taste was sweeter, not as heavy and musky as the stallion. Damien moaned around the shaft as it began to fuck his face. Above him he heard moans and muttered words. It didn’t matter to the boy. Only worshiping and loving the dicks in front of him did. 


Fucking hell this puppy was good, he still needed to learn a few things but no virgin had ever worked his pole like this little mutt was. Jerry growled and grabbed Damien's scruff humping deep into the pups throat and getting a little shocked that he felt no choking convulsions, oh hell, this pup was something else. He reached into his desk and pulled out a little bottle of Amyl Nitrate, cracking it and taking a deep huff as his growl deepened and his grip on the pup tightened as his thrusts got harder. He felt the pointed tip of his cock pushing into the cub's throat. The boy only sucked harder. The pitbull growled as the poppers flooded through him with a wave of sexual bliss. His toes began to tingle as his head swam, submerged in a sea of chemically induced rut. This mutt was his and his alone. Beside him, Clyde stroked the massive cock that all of his species seemed blessed with. Jerry watched as that long pole slapped along the cub's muzzle while the boy nursed hungrily at his shaft. It only sparked the dog's lusts higher. 


Damien barked softly around the cock as it started pounding hard in his muzzle; his tongue lapping over every inch as he tried relaxing his throat like he learned online, letting the male enjoy his body as much as he could. He pulled himself free as the dog above him began to bark and growl, bidden by his lusts, Damien’s paws sank to the adult's knot. Squeezing and rubbing at the bulb of flesh while he painted the shaft in kisses and licks. It only took a few more moments before Jerry let loose a tell-tale howl. The thin, watery dog seed shooting and covering the cub in musky ambrosia. After a few moments the shots subsided, whines escaping the pitbull as Damien didn't let up his squeezing on the dog's knot. The cock was roughly pulled free of his grasp when he felt himself grabbed roughly by the scruff and unceremoniously pulled between the stallion’s legs. His snout pressed against the leathery equine scrotum, it swayed heavily. With a load the cub knew was destined for his maw. 


"Come on little guy, you're not all tuckered out yet, are you?"


That's all Damien needed to hear. His tongue lapped along the fat nuts, he felt the turgid shaft being humped along his head, the tip rubbing along his right ear. The pup suckled at one of the stallion’s testes, even that was a challenge, he could only fit one in his maw and even then, just barely. Yet after a few minutes, neither him nor Clyde could wait any longer for the main event. A few stamps of the hooves surrounding him, a series of needy nickers, and the almost feral urge to taste the dripping shaft. It all blended together, adding more to the whirlwind in the cub's mind. His muzzle opened as wide as it could. He shifted and let the blunt tip rest on his tongue. The spongy, soft texture and the almost fruity pre sent shivers down the puppy's spine. He was in love with the feelings servicing these men filled him with. He wanted to serve more. To forever feel this way. Clyde pushed himself into Damien's maw. His jaw hurt, however he could easily ignore the pain. How his body felt, how his cock felt. It was all worth it to satisfy the stallion. Inch after inch slipped over his tongue. He lost count after six, it didn't matter at that point. When the stallion's medial ring pressed against his lips, the doberman knew he couldn't take much more. He already couldn't  breathe, however that didn't stop his tongue from lapping around the thick dick stuffing him. The puppy's eyes rolled back as he suckled at the stallion, the flavours were almost overwhelming, the satisfied moans and grunts from Clyde just made everything all the better. What his muzzle couldn’t reach his paws worked over, making sure every inch of that mammoth shaft received the attention it deserved. Soft whines pushed from Damien, his muzzle hurt, his throat was blocked off by the big dick, and yet, he wanted nothing more than to bring the stallion closer to his climax. He felt the shaft start to thicken and harden in his throat, the pup moved himself back and ran his paws all over the suddenly tensed cock as he lapped at the flat and increasingly flaring tip. Damien had watched plenty of stallion porn, he knew what was coming next, and by the hard pants and groans from Clyde above him, it was cumming soon too. A few more moments of licks around the leaky cock tip was all it took, Clyde loosed an almost leonine roar as he shot a heavy load all over Damien covering the puppy's face and forcing the boy back onto his colt maker to swallow the last of his messy load.


"That's it, cub drink it all down."


Damien’s cheeks were on fire, the load was entirely too much, gulps and gulps of the stallions cum. It never seemed to cease, each full swallow the pup tried getting it all down but it just spilled from his overfull muzz in rivers of white. After what seemed like a minute the shots slowed to a trickle as Damien slumped into the stallion's lap covered in a heavy load of cum. Clyde smirked, handing the boy a towel to clean himself with as he and Jerry stood and wiped their members clean on the boy’s short fur, sharing a laugh as they made their way to the employee restroom. 


"Welcome to the Baths kid!"


‘Kid?’ Did those two know? If so, were they okay with an underage pup blowing them? Damien shook it from his mind. As long as no one else found out he was in the clear. As he padded off he thought about the stuff the pitbull sniffed and how suddenly he seemed to change, it got him curious, perhaps someone might know just what he was looking for. He found his way back to the showers slipping off the small towel and stepping under the steaming hot water washing out his short fur and sighing as the nice hot flow seemed to seep into the cub’s muscles, relaxing the pup further. He noticed a small dispenser next to the shower knobs and squirted some of the deep crimson liquid into his paw. His shoulders slumped a bit as he brushed the cherry scented shampoo into his fur. He opened his eyes just as the grizzly from earlier stepped into the steam room giving him another smirk as he let his towel drop just a bit. Damien bit his lip as he caught sight of just a little bit of the ursine's member, just as thick as Clyde though roughly only half of his length. Damien's puppyhood slipped further out as the bear just nodded and headed into the room, beckoning the boy to follow. Damien stopped the flow of water. Should he? Was he really just gonna have anonymous sex with someone maybe 4 times his age? Yes. Yes he was. He quickly dried himself off and stepped across the way and into the room, he let out a surprised bark as a wall of steam met him and darkness enveloped his surroundings as the door closed behind Damien. He could barely see a few feet in front of his muzzle so he slowly made his way to what looked like a tile bench, sitting down and grumbling under his breath. He lost the bear and was too scared to go find him. That wasn't necessary though, after a few moments the big male made his way to him sitting next to the pup and sighing as he leaned back against the warm tile and stretched himself out one paw just resting behind the boy's shoulders but not touching him, yet. He let his towel unfurl and left himself on display as the pup tried to catch a sneaky glance but with the fog and steam he could just barely see any outlines. The grizzly chuckled at the boy’s attempts to be stealthy before he just shook his head.


"You can look, little doggy. I don't mind."


Damien blushed as the man scooted himself closer now side by side with the boy as Damien got a good look at the tool of the man to his left. What a tool it was, thick as a beer can and with a foreskin that seemed to be slightly pulling itself back as the male's arm came around the pup's shoulder.


"First time puppy? You looked a little nervous in the lockers, plus saw you getting the tour."


Damien nodded as he couldn't take his eyes off that big cock.
"Y-Yeah my first time, it's my 18th birthday so I figured I'd c-cum.. I mean I'd come and check things out, you know?"


The bear nodded, grabbing the boy's paw and laying it against his fat cock; letting the cub feel its size. The puppy shivered. He could feel the big male's pulse through that massive member as he slowly rubbed along it, the strange grizzly letting out a soft moan.


“Why don't you crawl up onto the bench and let the big burr see what he’s got to work with.”


Damien let out a soft whine, crawling up and laying back onto the warm tile. His paws in the air as he looked up at the large ursine. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the gloom of the steam room. The blunt brown muzzle pressed into the puppy’s right footpaw, utterly confusing the boy, until he felt the licks and sniffs along his pawpads. Soft moans escaped the puppy, the sensation was so new and exotic. Yet it all became stranger as Damien felt fingers rubbing along his taint, it only took a moment for them to find their target. A growl escaped around his foot as Damien locked eyes with the bear. The tongue lapped around his toes as the massive fingers pressed and prodded at his rim. Whimpers and mewls pushed from the doberman’s muzzle as he saw the bear smiling down at him.
“Virgin eh? I can certainly work with that. Lift your legs higher for me boy, let the burr in.”


With that the muzzle left his footpaw and it only took a second to figure out where he was headed. Lips pressed against his rim and the blunt tongue lapped directly over his hole. Damien couldn’t help but groan out. He felt his hole tugged and pulled open with each stroke of the tongue. He’d played with his tailhole every now and then, yet he’d never felt anything like this. His rump felt hot and buzzy as the older male dug in deeper, tongue spreading the virgin hole and readying it for the girthy cock that would be his first. Damien barked out as he felt the appendage slip inside himself. Huffing and groaning in pleasure as the bear opened him up. His tail felt sloppy and open, and it intensified with each passing moment. Growls echoed out from between his legs, it seemed to be drawing a crowd. He saw a tall fox pad over to watch, more and more men coming over to watch the puppy get his hole slurped open. They became shapes in the dark as Damien shifted his gaze back to the bear. His eyes beamed back at him as the growls got deeper. His tongue pushed further into the pup. All Damien could do was moan and grind back on the large muzzle between his legs. He’d never felt so full and judging by the dick he played with earlier, he was about to feel even fuller. Ten minutes the bear sat slurping at the cub’s tailhole, Damien was slack against the bench, he felt like he couldn’t clamp his hole shut even if he wished to. The grizzly stood, smirking down at the puppy as his hooded tip pressed against the wet, sloppy puppy hole. 


“Good boy. Very good boy.”


Damien felt the massive dick grinding and prodding at his tailhole, and after a moment, it popped in. The dog barked out in pain, the stretch of his virgin rim hurt, alot. Fire flashed in his mind as he tried squirming backward. Yet the heavy paws that held his thighs and the overbearing bulk of the ursine held him right in place.


“Shhh, just relax for me little doggy. It’ll feel nice and good in just a minute.”


Not like the boy had a choice in the matter, inch after inch pushed under his tail, until finally the puppy felt the heavy sac of the bear pressing against his rump. The satisfied murrs and growls above him, told the crowd everything they needed to know. The pup had swallowed that massive cock. A few moments pass and the shaft slowly recedes, the pain still white-hot for the cub. Yet as the ursine pushed back in, it lessened. Each thrust lessened and lessened the ache in his rump until Damien was whimpering and moaning out in pure bliss, the smile on his muzzle must’ve caught the bear’s eye, because a deep chuckle echoed from him.


“Told yah, it would only take a little bit.”


WIth that, the mounting truly began. The bear gave the pup no recourse. Hard wet slaps was his only world. The bear fucked Damien like a toy and the dog loved every moment. His breathy moans filled the steam room, the shapes of the men surrounding him should’ve embarrassed the boy, yet it only made him want to make the little show better. His hands wrapped around the strong arms of the bear as he tried pushing back onto the thrusts, his moans and cries of passion only seeming to make the dick slam harder into his tail. His cries of ‘deeper,’ and ‘harder,’ only seemed to egg the ursine on more and more. His hips wetly smacked against the pup’s short furred rump. The sounds of their mating echoing in the rooms. Everyone would hear the sound of their rut. With a grunt the cock was pulled free of its sheath, eliciting a small whimper from the dog as the bear just let out a huffy chuckle. 


“Don’t worry little pup, we’re not through yet. Papa bear just wants to fuck you like the dog you are.”


Damien couldn’t help but feel a tad confused at that, yet the paws around his waist shifting him onto paws and knees quickly answered his questions, and the cock burying itself deeply in his backyard soothed his needs. His rump was spanked roughly with nearly every deep thrust. Soft barks and whines pushed out of his muzzle as Damien buried his face in his paws. He had never felt sensations this wonderful, this addicting. He never wanted to stop. On and on the bear sated his lusts in the cub. Damien laid almost mindless against the tile. His world was nothing but pleasure and need. Only deep groans and growls, and the erratic thrusts into his hole, woke the cub from his stupor. It took, one, two, three final full thrusts into his tailhole before the bear moaned out his climax. Damien could feel the wet and sticky love being pumped directly into his rump. The dog panted in utter bliss, loving the feeling of having serviced another man. He craved it. A lick between his ears was their final goodbye as the ursine pulled free and stepped through the crowd, leaving the little stub-tailed cub ass up before a horny crowd of men. 


He felt someone step up and Damien couldn't help but murr as a soft paw ran up his spine. A soft whisper reached his ear.


“What a nice show, little pup, I saw you outside. It's good to see you don’t mind playing with big boys. Why don’t you sit up. We can talk things out.”


Damien sat up and yipped as he saw the gargantuan orca sitting next to him. His towel still wrapped tightly around his waist. With a wave of his shiny skinned hand, the crowd dispersed, leaving the two of them to their thoughts. The whale smiled down at him. In the gloom the male was almost a living shadow. Just the spots of white helping the boy find his face. The orca leaned in with a small growl.


“I want you in my room, I have a nice sling where you can lay back and just let daddy have his fun. I’ll take good care of you.”


The forwardness struck the pup. Sure he’d expected that most of the men here would be only here for quick fucks or just in a horny mood. Yet, he’d never been spoken to so dominantly. Damien felt tiny, yet the twitch in his sheath confirmed his innermost thoughts. He loved it. Stammers escaped the cub’s muzzle as he looked up before a finger pressed against his muzzle and the orca shushed him. A shudder ran down the doberman’s spine as the musk-laden digit was pressed against his snout. The urge to pull the finger in and suckle at it was almost overwhelming.


“No boy, when my finger leaves, you’re going to ask me to take you back to my room. You will only address me as Sir, or Daddy. You’re not going to wear that towel through the halls and you’re gonna let Daddy stop up that leaky tailhole of yours, understood?         


A million questions ran through Damien’s mind. Who did this fish think he was? Why was he treating him like some random puppy? Why did the cub want to do nothing more than to obey every single word. He looked up at the whale, looking down at him for an affirmation. It took the doberman just a moment to decide. With a nod, the finger left his lips.


“U-um, please take me back to your room Mist- erm, Daddy. I would like to see it, sir?”


A bemused grin crossed the orca’s face, with a nod he pushed the boy onto his back. The whale utterly ignored his barks and squirms. Damien’s confusion evaporated as he felt the buttplug easily slipped into his tailhole. The pup's toes curling in delight, his new friend chuckling and helping the pup to his feet. He was grabbed roughly by the scruff and led deeper into the facility until they were back in the halls. 


Making a few twists and turns until they found their way into a big room that Damien nervously stepped his way into as the Orca closed the door behind them. It seemed a normal room from the start, well minus the big sling hanging next to the bed, the pup could only guess what that was for. Finally he managed to get a good look at the stranger and he whined. He was built like a tank, bulky, with a little bit of a beer-gut, yet the whale was no stranger to the gym. Damien couldn’t place his age, however he’d guess late forties. With just a slight discolouration in his skin and some wrinkles. The whale looked like some of the wrestling guys he watched on television. The pup paused. With a gasp the recollection came, now he remembered why the cetacean looked so familiar. 


“You’re Killer Deep! I’ve seen you a million times, your fight with Sabretusk last year was amazing! My friends and I…”


A finger returned to his muzzle as the killer whale gave him a warm smile. “Yes indeed, I’m Killer Deep, however off-stage I prefer Moa. Though, at this point, we’re not on a first name basis, yet. 
Now cub. How old are you…' the Orca slid his finger down and under his jaw, '...and tell the truth, I don't mind but you ain’t 18 yet."


Damien whimpered, was he this obvious? He probably shouldn’t tell the man, after all a cub in a bathhouse was illegal, he would be in serious trouble. Not to mention the orca was a total stranger. Though, it didn’t seem to matter, Damien’s didn't even notice himself answering the big man without hesitation. 


"12 s-sir! I know I'm a little young, but um..."


The Orca just chuckled as he pulled the pup onto the bed with him letting the boy nestle into him as he nodded.


"A little but like I said, I don't mind one bit."


With a tug he pulled the boy into a kiss, surprising the cub but the large man didn't care, this was his pup toy tonight. Damien moaned into the kiss, his tongue dancing with the older man’s in his first ever real kiss. He was in heaven. He loved how this man made him feel, he felt safe, loved, and most importantly wanted, needed. The two broke the kiss as the Orca picked the boy up like he weighed almost nothing. Laying him out in the sling and trying his paws to the straps smirking as he saw the alarm on the boy's face.


"Don't worry kid I ain't gonna hurt ya' well not in any way you won't like."


Damien nodded and blushed as he struggled a bit against his restraints and found himself going nowhere, he felt helpless. His dick was quickly swelling up from his sheath. Daddy opened the room's door as he smirked, letting the drop fall from his waist and giving the boy a proper look at his body. The orca’s manhood was pushed free of his genital slit. The tip was curving and seemed to have a mind of its own, while the member bloated up in girth all the way down to the base, about the size of one of the orca’s fingers at the thinnest, and nearly double the bear’s girth at the base. The shaft swayed and curved, the cetacean just chuckling at the pup’s wide-eyed gaze. At a few inches above a foot, his cock was alot for most people, let alone a cub. Yet, that wasn’t a concern at the moment. Sliding himself deep in a lost little puppy was.  


“Alright son, let's see if you can handle daddy."


The large male stepped to the head of the swing, his height helping as Damien’s face was pressed right next to his slit. The scent was a new world for the boy, there was the scent of arousal and manhood, like he was used to, yet there was more. The scent of the ocean, of a balmy beach breeze, and coconut? Slowly the orca drew back, letting every inch of his penis trail along the cub’s face. His massive paws gripped the iron chains holding the sling to the ceiling. The shift pulled the dog down, his head hanging loosely off the edge of the sling. Hanging up-side down and nose to tip with the whale’s dick. Damien’s maw opened wide and not a moment later did the whale push inside. The first 6 inches slipped inside easily. A small gag escaped the cub as he felt the orca’s tip slipping into its throat, the strange prehensile nature of the appendage stunning the pup. He managed to make it only about halfway before his muzzle could stretch no wider without pain. The man above him huffed as he looked down and smirked. His smooth paw patting Damien’ on the belly. His stub tail couldn’t help but wag at the attention. 


"Good boy. Almost took it all like a champ."
 
With a tug on the chains the sling started to sway, the metalic clings drawing a small crowd to watch as the boy was muzzle fucked hard and long. The tubular member bored out the cub’s throat as its new fleshlight, the moans and groans of the man echoed throughout the halls. Soon enough the cock was pulled from his muzzle, Damien gasped for air, panting hard as Moa walked around, tugging and rotating the toy he stuffed inside the cub. Smirking as he watched the squirms and whimpers that his teasing produced.


 Hmmm, still nice and tight huh; even after playing with that papa bear? Well let’s see if your rump can handle the job your muzzle can’t.”


 He reached back and grabbed a bottle of lube, clicking his tongue for a moment before he handed the pup a small brown bottle with a white stopper.


"Ever use those kid? Just take a sniff. That's it. Nice and deep, in both nostrils."


The cub followed the man's instructions sniffing at the foul smelling chemical wondering why he was. When it hit him. Waves and waves of heat surged through his body as his vision dimmed and the tugging and teasing at his hole became unbearable. The toy felt great, but he needed something bigger, much bigger.


"Oh Daddy please, fuck your little puppy son. I need it, please Daddy."


The Orca chuckled as he just lined up his member.
"Hit you hard huh boy?"


Moa watched as the cub nodded, his feet wiggling in the straps that held him captive. Behind him, the chuckles and whistles at the writhing cub’s predicament only served to make his dick harder. He slathered his dick with the slick lube; he was going to put on a show with this little piece of jailbait. He roughly pulled the buttplug free from the cub’s hole.It gushed in a white flood before being stoppered up again by his cock. He just sank deeper and deeper, he knew the poppers would keep the pup’s hole relaxed and open, yet between his prehensile nature and the drugged out cub’s neediness, he didn’t expect to sink every last inch in. He felt the short, soft, fur of the pup meeting his crotch. A deep rumble filled his chest. Leaning in he pulled the cub into a deep kiss. Grinding his hips against the small cub. The moans and mewls from the doberman were music to the killer whale, and he was going to perform a damn symphony. After a moment he pulled away. Putting the bottle to the cub’s nose and feeling as he sniffed deeply as the corrupting aroma. His cock twitched in the boy. It was only the beginning.


 "Good puppy, just relax for daddy."


Damien bit his lip as he felt the plug slipping free of his rump, the room was spinning and his ass was on fire. His cock burned with need as his whimpers and mewls got louder and louder as the male teased at his hole. Time passes in a warm haze for the boy as the orca pants and growls lining himself up. Every nerve in his body screaming to be bred. He felt pressed under his tail for a moment, then time seemed to slow. With every inch that entered him, the pup felt his heart thump. His tailhole was incredibly sensitive, his moans were long and loud. He wanted nothing more than to take every inch the massive man had to give in. When the muzzle pressed against his the boy clamped down. The dick was all the way in. Panting and moaning into the kiss his entire world was bliss. Then daddy pulled away, only to press that funny bottle back under his nose. He sniffed, like a good dog should.


 Groaning Moa stayed for a moment letting the boy get adjusted. Slowly he began to withdraw himself. The rump that swallowed him in so hungrily now almost clamping down like a vise as it fought to keep the dick deep in its depths. Damien was lost in a haze, his ass hurt and yet felt amazing at the same time. The sensations in his rum almost seemed to have a direct line to his knot. The Orca slowly pulls out before slamming right back home, growls pushing free as he finds the boy's hole relenting to his force. With each stroke the fight he has to withdraw lessening, His member slipping deep into the cub’s colon into territory only his daddy could reach, and by the constant breathy moans that was coming from Damien. He could only wager the boy was in heaven. Moa slams again and again with abandon, making that hole his, and his alone; the pups huffed barks let him know just how bad he needs it. Damien was on cloud nine, he didn't expect this to be how he lost his virginity but he wouldn't have it any other way. His cock burned and twitched with each stroke against his sensitive little prostate. The Orca now harshly pulled at the swing. The momentum made Damien bounce roughly in the lap of the whale. Each savage thrust was burning the boy alive. His entire body was encompassed in bliss. He needed more. To which Moa was happy to provide, His hips becoming a blur as he barreled down into the small dog. He wanted this boy for his own, hell he’d adopt him if he could. He didn’t want to go a day without this cub wrapped around his dick. He was sick, perverted and he loved every second of it. Just the thought was driving him up the wall, years and years of imagining these scenarios. Dreams of finding a willing cub, finally his dreams had become reality. Moa gave into his demons long ago, now he would be able to sate his desires. He looked down at the puppy, a dazed smile plastered his muzzle. The boy looked like he needed this just as bad as the orca did. His thrusts slowed and he pulled every inch out only to plunge it right back in as hard as he could. The cub began to mewl and whine as his knot popped free of his sheath. Moa couldn’t help himself, his fingers ran along that sensitive bulb of flesh and instantly the cub squirmed and moaned louder. A shiver ran through the whale, he began to grind into the boy. He’d make sure each thrust ground right along the puppy’s prostate. He could feel his edge nearing, he wanted to share an orgasm with the cub. His cub. He began to speed up his movements. Moa panted hard, he kept his eyes locked with Damien, the two lovers trapped in their own fucked up embrace. The jeers and noises behind them fell away, it was only him and the boy. Another few thrusts and his paw clamped down on the cub’s knot.  Damien noticeably locked up, his rump clamping down on the cetacean invader, he wasn't ready for the sudden climax. The cub howled out his bliss, cock twitching in his daddy’s paw as he shot his surrender over his belly. Eyes rolling back as shot after shot pushed free, a few spurts hitting his muzzle. His moans ringing out over the large crowd watching from the door. It was just him and Daddy now. Moa smiled, genuine happiness flooding through him, he had no idea why he was so drawn to the boy. Though at the moment it hardly mattered, his shaft shuddered and he let out a hiss. Hips slamming hard against his boy as he finally feels his climax wash over him; flooding into the boy that was milking him for all he was worth. Damien slumped into the sling as he felt the rush of warmth enter him. The poor pup was worn out, he was sore in a few places. Though, he was glad he came. This was better than anything he imagined. The Orca slipped from his hole and he felt and heard some of the spent seed drip down onto the floor, the pup letting out a sigh. God that felt good. He closed his eyes and relaxed a bit just as he felt another member grinding itself between his cheeks.


“Some of Daddy’s friends wanna play too, son.”  Damien grinned. He could take it.