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He's got a skillset that needs flaunted! ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A wonderful anonymous commissioner wanted to see more of the horse from Koala Chair, and I couldn't resist. He's got a skillset that needs flaunted! ", "writing": "The day was opening itself beautifully to Gordon. A bright dawn led the horse to a smooth and brisk morning run, getting his leg and ass muscles warmed up and pumped for the day ahead. He kept breakfast and lunch light. He had been invited to a party where dinner would be served, and he'd hate to spoil his appetite. The host, a handsome gazelle named Barry who Gordon had spent some time running with and a lot of time playing with in the various cruising spots hidden around the town's parks and trails, had said he was something of a special guest for the evening. A show for before, during, and after dinner, the gazelle had said as he rubbed his hands appreciatively over Gordon's strong thighs and pert ass. Gordon grinned back, understanding that the host was interested in his well-developed babysitting skills. Literally. \n\nWith an hour left until the dinner, Gordon peeled himself away from the book he'd been reading and got dressed. Barry had given him a stipend and a wink to get a good, stylish outfit. He went with a three piece suit, nothing too flashy since the dinner wasn't outright black-tie, but enough pzazz to turn heads when he arrived. He'd paid extra for the tailoring. The whole thing was a rich navy blue, a classic white undershirt and pink tie making him look professional and handsome. The jacket highlighted his broad shoulders, and the vest clung to his trim waist. The crown jewel was the pants. Gordon gave himself a full 360 up-and-down stare in the mirror, beveling his leg and foot so he could see how the thin and luxurious fabric clung to his muscular thighs. He could see the ripple of muscle as he flexed his thigh, and when he grabbed a handful of his firm horse ass he could see how the pants clung to them as well. He wanted his ass to look as good as possible.\n\nHe drove himself to the Barry's mansion, arriving right on time. There were quite a few male furs already there if the busy pace that the valet was working was any indication. He smiled and nodded at the men who arrived at the same time as he did, all of them walking past the front door and around to back where they could hear light music and heavy talking of the party already.\n\n``Please, after you.'' One of them said to Gordon as they got to the side garden door, gesturing for him to go. \n\n``Thanks, that's very kind.'' Gordon smiled, giving a wink over his shoulder when he saw the two men openly stare at his ass as he walked past. The suit pants were a good investment. ``Come find me later in the party, if you like, there will be a lot more to see.'' \n\nThe men laughed at that and promised they would. Barry had said most everyone invited was really quite open-minded, and his parties always had some kind of show or display to enjoy. It made Gordon smile all the more. He wasn't one to hide his passions or hold his tongue, but even then it would feel nice to just say what he felt without having to adjust who he was with. \n\nThe backyard was expansive, decorated to the 9s for the dinner party. Lights were strung up everywhere bathing them all in a bright glow. Chairs, loungers, and tall tables were scattered everywhere between tables of champagne and finger foods. True to his plan, the cut and fit of Gordon's suit pulled eyes right towards him as he swished his hips just a bit as he walked around and enjoyed the heated gazes that trailed all over his legs and ass. Everyone else was dressed nicely, of course, but the confidence with which he walked was the cherry on top that captivated everyone's attention. \n\nBarry wasn't hard to find. There were about thirty or forty men in the backyard already, a few more coming in every few minutes. Barry was naturally in the middle of the largest collection of guests, a consummate host as he greeted every guest personally and told bawdy jokes that drew quite a few laughs. The crowd easily parted in front of him, allowing the confident horse to stride right up to Barry. Gordon's eyes and grin went wide as he saw a fluffy and handsome bear standing right next to Barry, happily holding an infant. The men around them looked at the infant with interest and curiosity. He was the only one under eighteen at the party, and by quite a large margin. Barry had said only a scant few men would know what the plan was. \n\n``Gordon, there you are!'' Barry said loudly, drawing all attention on them. Gordon let himself be pulled into a cheek kiss as greeting. ``Now the party can really start.''\n\n``Barry, thanks for the invite.'' Gordon replied. ``What a great place you've got set up here. Perfect taste, as always.'' \n\n``Only the best. Speaking of,'' Barry said as he took a little walk around Gordon, sweeping his eyes up and down the horse's athletic frame. ``You really picked a winner of a suit tonight. It looks great on you, and the tailoring on those pants, beautiful!'' \n\nGordon looked over his shoulder and caught the eye of the bear Dad who stared at his rear-end, slack-jawed and drooling as he absent-mindedly tickled his son's tummy. He winked at the Dad, who grinned back. \n\n``Who's that cute little guy over there?'' Gordon said, shaking his ass just a bit. \n\nBruce led him over and made the introductions. The Dad was Chuck, his infant son was Cody.\n\n``What a little charmer!'' Gordon said as he looked down at Cody. The fluffy little cub smiled up at him happily, reaching a chubby hand out. Gordon provided his finger and smiled back as the cub gripped and tugged on it, giggling happily. \n\n``Mind if I hold him for a bit? I just can't resist cute little boys.'' Gordon said. \n\n``Take him, please. My arms could use a rest.'' Chuck said, passing the boy over and nodding appreciatively as he saw the experienced way Gordon held the boy, supporting his head and tickling his bare tummy and feet. ``Wow, you're great with him.''\n\n``I've played with a lot of sweet baby cubs.'' Gordon said, the men around him chuckling a little. ``Seems like I just have a way with babies, you know?''\n\nGordon decided to turn on the charm a bit. He bounced the baby in his arms, spun him around, kissed his little hands and toes. \n\n``Who's a good boy?'' He asked, ``Who's a good boy? Is it you? Are you just so sweet and tiny and innocent?'' \n\nCody just gurgled and giggled back.\n\n``You're gonna have such a special night. Such a lucky little baby!'' Gordon cooed. \n\n``How old is he?'' Gordon asked Chuck as the men around them melted at the displays of cuteness overload. More men had gathered close, intrigued by the sounds of happy baby they were hearing. Gordon could hear them talk among themselves about how cute and young Cody was. \n\n``Just four months yesterday.'' Chuck said. He sat down nearby on a chaise lounge. \n\n``Such a perfect age. He's just so beautiful and cute. You're a lucky Father.'' Gordon said, then turned back to Cody. ``We're gonna have a lot of fun together.''\n\nGordon came over to stand close to the bear, swaying as he rocked the cub in his arms. He slowly spun in place, grinning and kissing Cody's little face as he felt Chuck glance between his son and Gordon's butt as it swayed in place right in front of him. \n\n``I hope you're excited for your surprise, little buddy, because I certainly am.'' Gordon said as he gently kissed the boy's forehead. When the boy smiled up at him freely, Gordon couldn't help but angle him out towards the crowd so they could all see him better.\n\n``Look at that cute smile!'' He gushed. ``Has there ever been a happier little baby? Now, let's get you ready, sweet baby boy.'' \n\nGordon moved quickly, not rushing but sparing no seconds. There was a foot-stool next to the chaise Chuck was on. It looked soft and comfortable, with just a little give in the cushion. He set Cody down in the middle of it, making sure he wasn't in danger of squirming off of either side. The guests around them started to look inquisitively at him, no one quite sure why he'd set an infant on a footstool instead of just handing him back to his father. Gordon turned himself around when he was right in front of it, looking back over his shoulder a few times as he took small little steps right, left, and closer to the seat to make sure he was in the proper place. \n\n``What are you--'' A guest asked as Gordon gently tugged on his pants over his thighs, a universally understood sign that Gordon was giving his pants enough slack in his thighs and behind. \n\nGordon maintained eye contact with the confused guest as he started to lower his hips. This, too, he didn't rush, going at a natural but slow pace as he lowered his rump closer and closer to the infant. The guest's eyes widened as he stared right into Gordon's eyes, trying to understand what was going on. Many of the guests had the same look on their face, that special type of `He couldn't be...' that got Gordon excited. \n\nUnderneath him, Cody couldn't help but look up at the approaching adult ass, his eyes automatically drawn to the movement. He was too young to understand what he was looking at all, two round mounds of horse butt all shown in fitted detail by the tailored pants. He just looked up, confused at what was happening. The baby's view was quickly eclipsed by the lowering ass as he wiggled and babbled in complete naivete, even as the soft and rich material of the pants started to touch and press down on his face. \n\nThe men on either side of Gordon, Chuck included, got a good look at what it looked like for a small baby to slowly disappear under a grown man's butt. In the shocked silence, they could all hear the gentle rustle of the footstool cushion as it compressed under Gordon's butt and the creak of the wooden legs as it took the weight. \n\nMen gasped all around him, and even Chuck looked shocked at the sudden escalation. Gordon enjoyed looking around and making eye contact with every man that he could as he felt Cody start to squirm and struggle beneath his ass. They all looked shocked. For some of them, the shock gave way to light arousal. For others, the shock stayed and they stared at Gordon like he'd just confessed to murder. He'd made sure to get the center of his butt right over the baby's face, the horse's thighs pressing down on his chest and legs. He shifted himself to the left and right a few times until his crack opened up more and Cody's face and head sunk in. Only Cody's arms and hands were visible, which immediately shook and clenched and waved around in distress. When Gordon looked down, he could only see just a bit of the boy's legs and feet between his thighs. The baby was just that much smaller than him. \n\nThe warmth and weight was a lot for little Cody. He started to cry almost immediately, breathing heavily onto Gordon's butt. \n\n``Is he sitting on that baby?'' A voice said from the crowd. \n\n``Absolutely.'' Gordon answered proudly, smiling at all of them. ``I wanted to see if he'd like my ass as much as his Dad does! And you know what, I think he does. I can feel him wriggling that tiny face in my crack.'' \n\n``This can't be safe for a baby that young.'' Another asked, shock tinging his voice. \n\n``You just gotta let them get used to it.'' Gordon said, omitting some of the times that it wasn't all that safe. ``They cry for a few minutes then settle down real nicely. I've done it many times.''\n\n``Is he still breathing?'' \n\n``I only just sat down.'' Gordon laughed. ``No worries! I can feel his little breaths warming my pants as we speak.'' \n\nMany men came over closer to get a good look, though Gordon could see a few walk away shaking their heads and grumbling. Their displeasure over it only made him grin more.\n\n``I guess some guys don't know how to have fun. Nothing's better than resting my legs and sitting on a tiny little baby cub!'' Gordon said, drawing some laughter out of the crowd. \n\n``He's very comfortable, Chuck. You've made yourself a great little cushion.'' Gordon said as he looked into Chuck's eyes. \n\nChuck rubbed his hand on Gordon's back then down to his cheeks, gently feeling the way they were pushed up from the lump of cub underneath him. His hand followed the center of the ass down until he curved his hand under the cheeks, feeling how deeply buried his son was in there. \n\n``He's nicely wiggling in there, Dad.'' Gordon said with a wink. ``Babies always end up loving my ass.'' \n\nChuck could feel the wiggles, both when he brushed his hand on Cody's soft hair and when his hand was just touching Gordon's butt. Cody was wriggling strong enough to make the muscle and skin jiggle to the touch, the vibrations of it tingling on Chuck's hand. \n\nWhen he felt the struggles start to slow down, Gordon simply lifted his ass up a bit, hovering just an inch or two over the cub. It was enough for the men around them to lean down and get a good look at Cody, seeing how his face was red now, his tears falling fat and heavy, his previously-giggling mouth pulled down into a heavy frown. Gordon stayed up just enough time for Cody to get a deep breath and start wailing. It was cut off short as Gordon sat back down, a breathy little `mmph!' getting crushed out of the baby. He didn't need to fidget his butt around to get the baby's face into his crack this time. He got it right on the first try, relaxing back as the little breaths continued to warm his pants up nicely. \n\n``You sure he likes it?'' Someone asked.\n\n``Eventually, sure. It feels good to me, anyways.'' Gordon laughed. ``If you're not cool enough to watch an adult man sit on an innocent little baby, no one's making you stay.''\n\n``Yeah, leave the show to those who'll appreciate it!'' A man called out, the crowd laughing as a few more men walked away, scared of the way Cody had been crying. \n\nEvery couple tens of second, Gordon would lift his ass enough to keep the baby awake and alert before sitting back down. Men stayed crowded around, jockeying to get a closer look whenever he lifted up. All around him, Gordon could hear a mixture of conversation. Some were talking about him, but some were just talking to each other about the weather and life, only glancing over to smile at him now and then. Despite how excited the baby-smothering was making some of the men, the atmosphere of the party was still casual and light, dinner party activities continuing in the presence of such perverted facesitting. \n\n``He still doesn't like it that much.'' One of them smiled after about twenty minutes. They could just barely hear Cody's sobbing cries from underneath Gordon's masculine horse rump.\n\nGordon was very heavy on the boy, who'd never had to have such weight pressing down on him. It made his head and body hurt from the pressure, and no matter which way he turned his head and fussed he couldn't stop the pants material from stretching all across his little face. \n\n``That's okay.'' Chuck smiled. ``Gordon, the way your rear-end smushes down on him....it's so satisfying to watch.'' He confessed. \n\n``Yeah?'' Gordon said. ``Like this?''\n\nHe got up again, and this time lowered his ass very slowly, Chuck's eyes wide as he leaned down to see just how the well-tailored suit pants pressed against his infant son's face, right in the center of Gordon's rear-end. Cody sunk in just a bit to the plushness of Gordon's fit ass, and then the weight of it started to press Cody down into the stool fabric. The boy slowly disappeared as the ass came down until Gordon was fully settled and Cody was completely hidden from view once again. Chuck got to see how his boy was stuck looking right at Gordon's butt as it came down, too young to think to turn his head and look for his Daddy. He'd be looking up that lovely butt every single time, Chuck thought, made to take the sitting straight onto his face again and again. \n\n``Hell yes!'' Chuck cheered. ``It just makes me so happy to see that.''\n\n``Did you see his face?'' A new voice asked, no doubt hearing the gossip from other parts of the party and coming to see. ``He hates it! Baby doesn't know better, that ass is great.'' \n\n``He's been getting redder every time. He's really crying himself hard in there.'' A man said. ``It's what babies get.'' \n\n``They need it.'' Gordon confirmed. ``I've sat on enough cubs to know. They were made to be my chair.''\n\n``Hey, can I get a selfie?'' A guy asked as he came up to Gordon. ``I want to remember this.'' \n\nThe horse nodded and put his arm around the man's shoulder so they were side by side, grinning at the camera. He checked the phone after the photo was taken. You could just barely see a little flash of soft fur under Gordon's ass. More men came up for photos, some of them angling their phones so you couldn't see the cub at all, some of them getting angles that made it very obvious what Gordon was sitting on. \n\nChuck could hear each wail of his cub when Gordon lifted his rump up, and how deep his baby's grief and misery went as he was smothered over and over. It was more pained and upset than any of the times he'd had diaper rash or a stomach ache. He almost felt bad, but seeing that plump horse ass sit down on his boy over and over was too good and delightful. Instead he used his fatherly knowledge to point out how distressed his son was to all the men around him, and they all loved talking about it. \n\nThey all talked and laughed and shared in Cody's smothered misery until it was time for dinner. Barry told Gordon and Chuck that they had special places at the table. All the men got up, but hung back and watched Gordon. He puffed his chest out under all the attention. He got up slowly, and turned around, looking down and seeing the baby's red-faced screaming and squirming for himself for the first time. It sent shivers down his spine and warm fuzzies in his gut, at least until he felt a cold breeze on his ass. He reached back and felt how damp the fabric stretched across his rump had become. It had gotten so warm from the baby's tear-filled panting and panicked breathing, that the cold was quite the shock. \n\n``Bad baby, getting my pants all wet!'' Gordon said, watching as Chuck and the men grinned and nodded along, liking where this was going. ``I was treating you so nicely as well. I could have sat on you much harder, I've done it before!'' \n\nGordon reached down to pick up Cody, flipping him around so he could spank the diapered little butt as they all walked to dinner. He didn't spank that hard at all, just enough to make the boy hiccup as he cried.\n\n``You think about what you did.'' He growled theatrically. ``Naughty, naughty! Very bad baby seat.'' \n\n``He has to learn somehow.'' Chuck said, adjusting his package.\n\nAt the dining room table, Chuck was in the seat right across from Gordon, Barry at the head a few seats down. The men who got to sit next to Gordon got jealous looks from the others. Gordon stood by his chair for a few more moments while everyone else sat down, still patting the boy on his little diapered butt. A few men couldn?t meet his eye, which made Gordon smile wider at the men who stared at him with open interest. Cody's infantile crying caused all the attention to be on him. When he felt he'd properly spanked the cub, Gordon pulled his chair out and then looked around the table.\n\n``Hmm, look at that! It's time for the adults to have dinner, and there's no baby seat, so...'' Gordon said. \n\nGordon made a show of laying the boy down on the seat cushion, arranging him just so. He was so tiny his legs barely stuck out the front of the chair. \n\nMen groaned all around him as Gordon sat down on the infant again, this time letting more of his weight rest on that crying little face as punishment. It made Gordon feel big and strong to have all eyes on him as his behind covered so much of little Cody's baby face and body. The first course was brought out, the wait staff dutifully ignoring the sounds of muffled baby sobs coming from under the horse. Gordon focused on his manners throughout the many courses. Elbows off the table, using the napkin properly, thanking the wait staff. It made it all the more exciting to be participating in some fine dining with other well-dressed men as he felt Cody continue to cry and struggle in vain under his rear-end. Every minute or so, he gave the boy his needed air. \n\n``So, Gordon, how has work been?'' Barry asked.\n\n``In a bit of a slow period now, to be honest. But I'm glad for the rest, it can get so hectic sometimes.'' Gordon answered. \n\n``What do you do?'' Chuck asked.\n\n``I help run focus groups for marketing research. It keeps me busy, but I never have to take work home with me. Leaves me time for my side job.'' Gordon smiled. \n\n``Babysitting.'' A man cracked to much laughter.\n\n``Exactly right! A lucrative gig if there's ever been one.'' Gordon said.\n\nThe men around him seemed eager to engage Gordon in polite, refined conversation. They discussed the housing market, the latest big sports game and the bets they won and lost, what theater shows had recently toured through their city. Outside of a few sly pokes about babysitting and cushion comfort, they ignored the crying infant, though no one could stop thinking about the fact that Gordon was sitting on him. \n\n``Are you still comfortable?'' Chuck asked as they dug into their third course.\n\nGordon looked up and around as he shifted his rear-end, grinding it back into the seat and crushing the infant a bit more forcefully than he had before. \n\n``Very.'' He smiled. ``His face is wedged perfectly in my butt. Right in the middle, that special place for little babies. He's perhaps too comfortable! It's becoming harder to get up.'' \n\n``A fine man like you should relax when you can.'' Chuck said to the murmured agreement of some other men. \n\n``It's not often a man's buttocks gets such a throne.'' Someone said\n\n``Yours, maybe, but this is normal for mine!'' Gordon laughed. ``But maybe my little cushion could use some...more snuggly sitting.'' \n\nThe rest of the courses continued normally. Gordon stretched the periods between lifting up longer and longer, the men around him getting wide eyed as the minutes went by. A few times, Gordon lifted up and there was a few-seconds pause of silence before the crying resumed. He always quieted the sobs with a hefty creak of his ass sitting back down on the chair. This type of scene was pretty new to Gordon. Most times he sat on babies, it was in seedy park restroom or at the Dad's house, with very few men around to see. There were only a few times he'd collected an audience, including a memorable little party in a mall bathroom. \n\nHe was used to men looking at him like he was the hottest guy in town whenever he bounced on a little babyseat, of course, his muscular and athletic figure always looking obscene and nasty as he perched his pert butt on a months-old and much much smaller infant. His rump was firm and well-developed, a good size for his body, but getting his baby friends right under his pants and squirming in his crack always made him feel strong and powerful, and made his butt look perversely big and adult. But the weight of so many men looking at him as he sat on Cody was awesome, made all the better by the delightfully casual atmosphere. Gordon had never wined and dined while sitting on a cub, and he loved it. The feeling of that small and defenseless little baby cushion under his ass paired perfectly with the upscale food. \n\nGordon's tail swished gently side to side as the reveled in the experience. Anyone looking at the horse's tail could tell he was calm and happy, in no hurry to finish eating or get up. He always enjoyed himself when smothering, regardless if the boy liked it or not, but this was beyond enjoyment. This was decadent fulfillment. Seeing the jealous and horrified looks as he relaxed his weight onto Cody was sublime. \n\nIt made it feel natural and right, the way the men all accepted that their dinner show was a fine horse stud using a baby for impolite and ruthless facesitting and smothering. None of them could ignore that it wasn't just that the baby was crying, or that Gordon was slowly crushing the air out of him, it was that Gordon's firm and muscular runner's ass was the thing doing it, sealing and burying the infant again and again in his finely muscled mounds of masculine ass. The horse was not shy about letting everyone around him know that Cody's little baby face and nose kept pushing into his crack. Gordon?s ass was already hard for a guy to pull his eyes away from, but to see it fluffed up and filled with a babycushion was magnetic and so, so wrong that it swept back around to right. \n\nDessert was a delicate milk ice cream, plainly flavored yet showing off the quality of the milk and cream they used.\n\n``I know someone who would love this.'' Gordon said as he savored the cold, refreshing taste. \n\n``Going to let him have a taste?'' Barry asked.\n\n``Of course not!'' Gordon laughed. ``Seats don't eat til after the party. He can wait.'' \n\nAfter dessert, Gordon stayed at the table for a few more minutes just to enjoy the conversation. Some of the men hung around as well, standing behind Gordon and no doubt wanting to catch more sights of the boy. Gordon got a little distracted talking to a zebra about what running trails they liked to use when Chuck cleared his throat loudly, giving a meaningful look down at Gordon's butt when the horse met his eyes.\n\n``Oh, how could I forget.'' Gordon said, as he politely pushed back his chair with his ass and got up. \n\nHe looked down at Cody, who had gone quiet and still. There was still color in his cheeks and a movement in his chest so he wasn't worried, though some of the men around him gasped and groaned a little seeing his limp little baby body. Within the minute, he started to move his arms and legs and the sobbing wail came back, bringing grins and smiles all around.\n\n``Lucky little baby had himself a nap.'' A man said. \n\n``Yes, they start to fade in and out the longer it goes on.'' Gordon said. ``It's tough for such a sweet little bundle of joy to struggle against grown adult ass. It's very natural.'' \n\nHe picked the boy up, tickling his tummy once again and gently patting his face as he ignored the cries and turned to carry the boy back to the very comfortable stool he had been using before dinner. Chuck, Barry, and the other men followed him.\n\n``We've got about an hour left.'' Someone said, checking their watch. ``I wonder how many more times the seat will tap out.'' \n\n``I think a good fifteen.'' Gordon said.\n\n``Fifteen? That sounds like so much! I'd guess only five or six.'' Chuck said.\n\n``Am I sensing a wager?'' A man asked, the other men eagerly agreeing. \n\nBarry agreed to judge, collecting the betting pool. A few men went with Gordon's estimate, trusting his experience, some went lower with Chuck, and a few of the more turned-on men listened to their cocks and went with a high number that just sounded hot. When they returned to the stool, Gordon laid the boy down but paused halfway into sitting back down on him. Even more tears had absorbed into his pants, the whole seat of them visibly wet with the baby's misery. The men stared at his ass with fierce attention, which got Gordon's natural showmanship riled up. \n\nHe didn't bring any attention to it, just stood back up and started to loosen his belt. Men's eyes went wide as he peeled himself out of his tight pants and took them all the way off. Gordon had on some tight briefs that clung to his soft cock and ass like a second skin. He stood above the infant with his ass facing the boy, shifting himself on his legs from side to side to make his bubble butt really pop out and jiggle. \n\n``Look at him, he can't take his eyes off that beautiful butt.'' Chuck said as he sat back down on the chaise. \n\n``He cries, but look how much he loves it.'' Gordon said cockily, moving into a squat to slowly lower his ass back down. He jiggled his cheeks with his fingers as he got closer. ``You want my horse rump, little guy? You want smothered again, don't you?'' \n\nThere was a collective moaning sigh of relief as the underwear clad mounds of Gordon's muscled equine ass squished back down onto the infant's face, sealing him between cushion and ass again. Without the pants, the warmth of their skin and fur increased even more, making Gordon's ass feel pleasantly toasty as Cody got feverishly warm. His little panicked breaths only warmed up the crack more. The pressure was almost too much to take, Gordon leaning back and letting the bulk of his adult weight rest on the infant's whole body, his thighs pressing down on the body and legs while all of his ass smothered the little baby cub. Just being in his underwear made Gordon feel more playful. He braced himself on his knees a little so he could bounce and swish his ass onto Cody's face. \n\n``Without my pants on, I can really feel his little nose in my crack!'' Gordon smiled. ``It's going between my taint and hole, his face is in there deep!''\n\nThe baby's tears and discomfort and eventual suffering wasn't a required part of this for Gordon. He enjoyed it just as much when the cubs happily cooed and giggle and babbled under his behind. For some boys, the weight and heat and scent triggered some reflex of theirs that made them relaxed and happy, though for most boys they were just a crying, scared mess. The baby could react any way it wanted. What was important for Gordon was just the act of doing it at all. It felt so bad and so good to park his adult ass right on a baby's face and just sit. \n\n``This is how I always play with cubs.'' Gordon said. ``Babies LOVE playing bouncy butt.'' \n\nAll of the men around them, still clad in tailored suits and sipping expensive wine, watched as his muscular and fit ass cheeks bounced up and down on the baby's face and body. The muffled cries made the perfect background to talking about their businesses and home renovations. \n\nWithin a few minutes, Cody's arms went limp again. Gordon pulled up and they all enjoyed the silence before the infant revived. Barry chuckled and tallied the second blackout. Gordon allowed him no time to recover and sat back down. The next blackout happened even faster as Gordon ground his ass back against the stool, feeling satisfied as he roughly scrubbed the infant against the cushion with his strong ass. \n\nMore men came up and asked for selfies now that dinner was over, no doubt seeing the photos their friends took and wanting their own souvenirs. Even men who had taken some photos before came back around when they walked by and saw Gordon in his underwear. They were all less shy about showing off Cody in the photos too. Many of them featured Gordon making confident eye contact with the camera and flashing a casual peace sign as Cody's two tiny little arms and hands thumped and grabbed at his considerable ass cheeks. Some of the men, proficient in quick photo editing, showed him the little arrows and stars and hearts they added to the photos to point out the fact that a 4 month old cub was under Gordon's rear-end. \n\nCody passed out six more times within the next thirty minutes. Each time he came back, he was quieter, more disoriented, though he continued to cry. It took him longer each time to start crying again. Gordon never offered a shred of mercy, all but slamming his ass back down roughly when he heard that first hiccuping breath as he roused from the darkness. \n\n``This is really fucking him up. I have to...I just gotta go.'' One of the men said, leaving their numbers fewer and fewer.\n\n``Well I can't get enough of his sweet smothering.'' Another man said, clapping Gordon on the shoulder. ``You're really making him suffer under there.'' \n\n``Good boys deserve nothing less.'' Gordon grinned. ``This is one lucky baby to get such a long ride. Usually I'd be done and gone by now!'' \n\n``What's the longest you've ever sat on a cub cushion?'' Chuck asked as he rubbed on Gordon's ass again. Other men tried to get a feel of his ass, but Gordon just shook his head. He didn't want to be swarmed and crowded by everyone, and felt it proper to reserve the right to touch for Cody's Dad. Besides, the bear's big paw struck the perfect balance of soft rubbing and firm grabbing that made Gordon feel like the hottest man around. \n\n``Right around three hours.'' Gordon said. ``This evening will give that a run for its money.''\n\n``What's the shortest?'' Barry asked. \n\n``Well,'' Gordon said, a light blush coloring his handsome face. ``Only about five minutes.''\n\n``Hah! Did the father chase you off?'' Someone laughed.\n\n``The opposite!'' Gordon laughed, picking his ass up and reaching down to jostle Cody back awake before sitting heavily back down, letting his eyes narrow in pleasure at the feel of his buttocks compressing against the boy's face again, the nose and mouth touching right on his hole. The infant's face slid into his crack with such smoothness now it was like he was made for it. \n\n``He asked me to do it. He'd seen me give babies some good sittings a few times, and contacted me with a fantasy of his. It sounded interesting, so I went for it. You know those covered slides at the parks?'' Gordon paused, continuing when he saw everyone nod as they paid close attention to his story. ``He apparently had a kink for them ever since HE was a kid. He wanted to go down one with his son, cute little sweetheart about a year old. He'd pretend to get stuck, you know, wedging his body in there so his son was facing up towards the entrance. I'd `notice' and come to help, getting in and going down ass first with my legs up. We got `stuck', just like he wanted. My legs over his shoulders, his baby boy pressed tight between my ass and his chest. We could just barely see each others faces.''\n\n``Wow, a kink for a slide?'' Someone chuckled. ``You really can't pick em, can you.''\n\n``I thought it was a bit out there too, but I could see where he was coming from. It felt kind of hot being so tightly compressed and stuck together, it got warm and sweaty really fast. Dad liked that. And when you're in just a tube of plastic, the sounds echo so loud inside! I could hear every grunt and groan from all three of us. Dad had said to just let my ass smother his baby's face until he patted my thigh, which is what he did right at five minutes.'' Gordon said.\n\n``That was enough for Dad? I'd want to be in there for hours.''\n\n``It was enough for the boy. More than enough.'' Gordon laughed. ``It just happens sometimes. My ass clings to their face too much and they ass-phyxiate.'' The horse winked. ``Dad looked just as happy as when he started, even when he noticed his boy died. He couldn't thank me enough.'' \n\nA few men blanched and swore, but didn't leave. Chuck had a complicated look across his face as he fondled Gordon's ass, while Barry looked as happy as ever. All of them were looking at Gordon's ass as it rode little Cody's head. \n\n``Hundred bucks says that little baby becomes a single-use cushion today.'' A man said as he heavily palmed the tent in his slacks.\n\nThe betting pool accepted the new bet, the men eagerly discussing outcomes and probabilities around them. Chuck didn't say anything, but didn't stop touching Gordon either. \n\n``Well, if we're really cutting loose...'' Gordon said as he got up and shucked his underwear off. Just like before, he let the crowd and the crying baby under him get a good look his bare ass, spreading himself a bit to show off his puckered horse hole and the way his big balls swung heavily between his legs. \n\n``Do it!'' Chuck said, shaking himself out of his little stupor and holding Cody's head up so he had a front-row look at the slightly-sweaty ring of ass muscle. ``Look at that, kiddo, you're the luckiest boy in the world tonight! Get your nose right on it, okay?'' \n\nGordon sat back down just as casually as he had all night, whinnying to himself as he felt his warm, bare cheeks make contact with the warm, soft little bear cub face. He adjusted himself until he could feel his winking asshole make contact with the little snout. This, by far, was his favorite way to sit. The sobbing and panicked breaths on his hole made it twitch, and Gordon wasn't shy about clenching it on that little nose or pushing it out a bit as the rubbery rim kissed the boy's face in the air-tight hug his ass had on the whole head. It made it much easier to tell when Cody passed out too. He could feel the second the breathing pattern changed as he conked out, so he could get up and give the boy just enough air then settle his butt back down. \n\n``He's still sitting on that infant?'' A guest asked. Gordon remembered the voice from much earlier, one of the men who had left when it got too much. ``NAKED?'' \n\n``Why wouldn't I be?'' Gordon said. ``This is how I bond with little babies. His nose is snuffling and crying right on my hole, it's amazing.'' \n\nTwo blackouts later, Gordon could feel a stirring in his cock as he sat on the infant. He'd been good holding out on his erection this long, not wanting to get too excited, but the naked contact was really getting to him. Chuck still rubbed on his ass every few seconds, and started to include the thick cock in his touches too, smiling at Gordon as he gently ran his fingers around the rim of it. Gordon smiled back. He was only about half-hard, semi-soft and fleshy in Chuck's hand as he gently squeeze it and felt Gordon's heartbeat in the throb of the cock. \n\n``There you go.'' Chuck said, moving his hand to rub on the shaft and softly tug at it. ``I'm glad this is feeling good for you. I'm really enjoying this too, even more than I thought.'' \n\nGordon preened under the attention, noticing that Chuck was being gentle and soft to his cock like he was to his infant son earlier, petting it delicately and talking to him with a low and soothing voice.\n\n``These are quite impressive too.'' Chuck said, hefting the horse's heavy balls into his paw, feeling their fuzzy weight. ``It's a shame you can't tailor your pants to show these puppies off.'' \n\n``That would feel good to have them swing in a pouch like that.'' Gordon said. ``But, I can always show them off now. In fact, watch this.'' \n\nChuck looked with interest as Gordon got up again, this time not waiting for Cody to pass out. The boy's cries got louder again as the naked rump no longer muffled him, but there was a definite sluggish quietness to the infant, his little system so tired after struggling against the much bigger butt. Gordon pushed his balls back as far as he could and sat back down. Men stared wide-eyed, surprised that Gordon could still do something to shock them. Now, Gordon's scrotum and balls reached the baby's face before his ass. The two balls rested right on Cody's face, just barely small enough not to push each other off the tiny cub face. A bit of scrotal skin sagged down on either side of the balls, enough to make sure no air was getting in around them as they pressed their weight down onto Cody and blocked his breathing. The way Cody's head wiggled made Gordon's balls jostle gently, just barely moving up and down against each other. The frightened breathing tickled all across the bottom of his balls, making Gordon moan a little. He continued sitting until his ass touched his balls and kept himself there, not wanting to crush his balls like he'd been crushing the infant. Instead, he flexed his thighs and bounced his hips up and down just a little bit so he could press his balls onto Cody's face again and again, loving how his two nuts totally covered the boy's entire face.\n\n``Wow, look at my boy.'' Chuck said, using one hand to rub over the delicate curve of Gordon's balls, impressed at the sheer difference between the nuts and the face. He teased Gordon by touching the spot right between his balls, pressing down as well to make them squish Cody's little nose even more. \n\n``Ball-covered baby, fuck.'' A guest said.\n\n``His mouth is sucking the sac in, he's trying to breath scrotum!'' Another said.\n\nEvery time Chuck pulled upward, he could see the balls shift and jiggle on Cody's face. The harder he jerked, the more they jiggled, until he was eventually masturbating Gordon's hard cock and giving his son a rough face massage with the balls. The fact that Cody's little head fit so nicely under Gordon's adult balls was just enough display of the intense size difference between them. Gordon let him continue until the baby passed out once again, bringing the count up to 14, though Barry had been keeping the exact tally to himself and Gordon had stopped counting. \n\nChuck was the one to peel the horse nuts off the infant's face, wide-eyed as he watched and waited for the big intake of breath again. Gordon let his balls swing back forward to where they belonged, drooping on the footstool cushion as he sat down heavy and firm when he heard the breath. Now, his cock stuck up proudly between his legs. Wordlessly, Chuck got down on the ground in front of Gordon, kneeling between his legs and grabbing the mottled shaft with both hands. His mouth came close enough for the horse to feel the shaky breaths blow across his flare.\n\n``May I?'' Chuck asked.\n\n``I'd appreciate that. This is how it goes, a lot of the time.'' Gordon said, putting a hand on Chuck's head as the Dad swallowed half of his cock in one go. ``Serviced at both ends by a handsome Dad and his helpless little baby-cushion.'' \n\nChuck put one hand on Gordon's thighs, the other wrapped around his balls to hold and massage them as he sucked and slurped, bobbing his head up and down. He had no illusions that he could take the whole thing in his throat, so he stuck with the half he could fit in his mouth, laving his tongue over the flare and shaft. The wiggling of Cody's little nose on Gordon's sweaty pucker brought him close quite fast. Guests still talked around them, but all of them could hear the sloppy sounds of Chuck's blowjob and the fading cries of the infant. Eventually, there was only the sound of cock sucking. \n\n``Is his face in your crack? Really deep?'' Chuck asked as he pulled his mouth off, moaning and diving back on when Gordon nodded and smiled. \n\n``Yeah, his whole head at this point, but I need to get up so don't choke on my cock when I move.'' He said.\n\nThe hand on Gordon's thighs pressed down on him as he tried to get up. He looked into Chuck's eyes, who just nodded up at him and kept sucking, the need of it bare in his eyes. Gordon smiled wide and nodded back, grabbing the bottom half of his cock and starting to jack himself off into Chuck's mouth. Gordon bounced himself up and down, making Chuck moan. The moan doubled when Chuck felt Gordon lean back just a smidge so that he was really sitting the full force of his grown up weight on the baby's 4 month old face. His rump was warm and stuffed, feeling like all of Cody's head and some of his chest was wedged right into the center. \n\n``He's still in there.'' Gordon whispered, talking entirely to Chuck now, who kept looking up at him with want and need, nodding at everything he said. ``I'm not getting up until I cum, okay? \n\nChuck moved his hand around from Gordon's thighs to his ass, feeling the round curve of it, careful not to get so far under he could break the seal between rump and seat, and then held onto one of Cody's tiny little hands as it squirmed and waved and shook in his palm. \n\n``Suck me while I sit on your baby.'' Gordon groaned. ``I'm smothering him right now. He can only breath grown up horse rump.''\n\nChuck nodded and groaned.\n\n``It feels so good. It makes me not want to get up even after I cum.'' Gordon panted. \n\nChuck nodded even harder. The movement in his hand was slowed to almost nothing as Chuck rubbed his big thumb into Cody's tiny baby palm over and over. \n\n``Should I keep sitting? I really want to. Sit for an hour straight while we talk. You understand, don't you? Yeah. I'm suffocating your infant under my butt and I don't want to get up for a long, long time. You understand.''\n\nChuck nodded so fast the movement added to the pleasure of the blowjob. Gordon moved one of his feet to feel between Chuck's legs and the man groaned, humping the steel-hard length of his cock against Gordon's calf. He started mumbling something even as his mouth was stuffed full of horse cock. He said it a few times before he pulled Gordon's flare out with a wet pop, drooling everywhere.\n\n``Snuff him.'' He said, voice thick with arousal and precum, then put Gordon's cock as deep in his mouth as it could go.\n\nThat set the horse off, grinning and neighing with wild passion as he milked the load right out of his cock. Heavy blasts battered Chuck's throat, but he kept his mouth right where it was, maintaining eye contact with the man smothering his infant son. He kept his mouth sealed until the final throb deposited the last of Gordon's cum down his throat, his son's little hand still and soft as he gently counted every single one of his son's warm little fingers with his much bigger ones.\n\nTRAUMA ENDING\n\nChuck started to blow his load in his pants only a second after Gordon, grunting his in his throat as his mind swirled. He humped Gordon's athletic leg throughout the whole thing, both of them riding out their orgasms to their full extent. \n\nGordon enjoyed the aftershocks of his orgasm for only a few moments, enough to make sure every drop of cum had been milked out of his cock. When it started to slip out of Chuck's mouth and into his sheath, he got up slowly, enjoying the feel of his butt cheeks pressing back together after spending so long spread out over the little infant.\n\nEveryone looked down at the chair. A bit of the flushed and tearful redness had drained from Cody's face. The baby was still, even his chest didn't look to be moving. Gordon fondled his balls and jiggled them a little in his hand as the men around him held their breath. \n\nChuck stood up and then bent down to pick up his son. He was abnormally warm from spending so long under Gordon's man-sized butt. Chuck cradled him gently, holding him just the way Cody usually liked, kissing his forehead and enjoying the scent of horse ass sweat that clung to his fur. He trailed kisses up and down the little face and tickled his tummy. Just as he thought they'd perhaps gone too far, the boy quickened and stirred. A communal sigh rippled out among the guests; many relieved, only a few disappointed. Gordon felt both as well, glad the little seat would get to experience more of life, and a little bummed that he couldn't give the Dad what he had wanted.\n\n``Oh thank goodness,'' Chuck laughed. ``I'm afraid I got a little carried away at the end, but damn if that wasn't a powerful orgasm!''\n\nGordon laughed too, happy with another satisfied customer as it were. He stood next to Chuck and looked down at Cody. The infant was gazing around dazed and confused, unable to focus on anything. He wasn't crying either, a marked difference from earlier. He was subdued and silent. \n\nThe guests trickled by for the next few minutes, some wanting more selfies with the two men and the infant. \n\n``Never seen a baby so traumatized!'' One said, making Chuck and Gordon laugh again.\n\n``Yes, he really did go through it over the party, huh?'' Chuck said. He played with the infant like nothing was wrong, baby-talking him and swinging him in his arms while Cody looked around with hollow, sad eyes. \n\n``I confirmed a few contracts tonight,'' Barry said as he doled out the winnings of the bet. ``Nothing like doing business with a man sitting on a baby a few chairs down!'' \n\n``Always happy to help.'' Gordon said as he collected his own slice of the pot.\n\nCody survived, and blacked out exactly fifteen times just as he said. The party started to wind down naturally, then, the show over and the food gone. Many of the guests congratulated Gordon on his money-winning instincts, and even those who lost took the time to come and talk to him, telling him they had a fantastic time and inquired about hiring him for their own events, both large parties and quiet evenings in. \n\nGordon and Chuck left together, if only so that the horse could have another few moments holding the traumatized infant himself, giving him some farewell kisses on his face and tummy, promising to keep in contact with Chuck and to let him know if anything ever came up. \n\nSNUFF ENDING\n\nChuck kept humping his cock against Gordon's leg, not allowing himself an orgasm just yet. He used his own hands and mouth to milk every drop of cum. Even after Gordon's cock started to soften, Chuck kept suckling on it, never looking away from the horse's eyes. Gordon stayed seated, smiling down at the Dad. When Gordon's cock was too soft to stay in his mouth, popping out wetly and returning to its normal soft size, Chuck just started to pepper the man's thighs and balls and dick with soft worshipful kisses. \n\n``How is he?'' Chuck choked out, still delirious with horniness. \n\n``Still breathing, just a little. It's barely a tickle on my hole.'' Gordon said quietly, all his attention on Chuck. ``Did you mean it?''\n\nChuck nodded vigorously, his eyes blown wide. He put both hands behind Gordon now. With deliberate and gentle movements, he went between holding and caressing his son's little baby hands just like he always did when they cuddled and played, and then moved them to the firm mounds of Gordon's rump, pressing each round ass cheek down onto his son and patting the butt just like he always did when tucking the swaddling blanket tightly around his baby boy. Over and over he repeated the little ritual. \n\n``I really want to. And I'm going to. Is that okay?'' Gordon smiled. \n\n``Yeah,'' Chuck said as he laid more kisses on the horse's balls and thighs. ``Please? Just keep sitting. It's inevitable, right? He's so tiny and young, and your butt is so much bigger than him, and he's right in the center.''\n\n``It's just nature taking its course.'' Gordon said. ``Everyone's gonna watch it happen. I'm snuffing him as we speak, and all I'm doing is sitting on him. That's it. I'm sitting on his face, and it's snuffing him.'' \n\nThe conversations around them continued uninterrupted. Casual, mundane discussions between groups and pairs of all the men who stood in a circle around the two of them. \n\n``Does it feel good?'' Chuck asked, his humping growing frenzied and frantic as the time since Gordon's orgasm stretched into five minutes. \n\n``Yes. I love it.'' Gordon confessed proudly. ``It always makes me happy to sit on a baby. I do it everywhere I can! I feel so big and strong with tiny little infants smothering under my behind. I love it when they die.'' \n\nChuck finally groaned a loud and intense orgasm when enough time had passed that he was absolutely sure. The entire front of his pants became drenched and sticky with his cum, a few globs of white even soaking through the material. He, too, rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, in no hurry to make it end. When he caught his breath enough, he stood up and blushed a little at the mess he'd made on his pants and Gordon's leg.\n\n``Sorry about your fur.'' Chuck said.\n\n``I wear it proudly.'' Gordon laughed.\n\nThe men all crowded close as Gordon slowly got up. No one thought Cody was still alive, of course, but they all had to see anyways. There was a sticky little peeling sound and Chuck gasped as he saw Cody's body lift up as it stuck to the sweaty equine crack. He'd been sitting for so long they got a bit glued together, but as Gordon kept standing up, unconcerned with the baby sticking to his rump, gravity tugged the boy free and he fell back against the footstool with a soft little thump. \n\nChuck kneed down close, running his nose and lips across his son's soft face, enjoying the scent of fresh horse sweat and balls and hole. He put a big ear to Cody's little chest, grinning as the silence stretched on. He gave the baby a few slaps, and still nothing. Some of the men around them cheered while some fled in a hurry. Barry laughed as he paid out the required winnings to all the guests who correctly surmised that the innocent little baby wouldn't stand a chance against the much larger horse butt. \n\n``Another baby claimed by my butt!'' Gordon cheered loudly. ``A successful ride on my caboose, and what a comfortable ride it was.'' \n\n``He really did it, fuck!'' Guests around them said as they started to filter out of the party, the entertainment and food all obviously over. ``I mean, sure, a man killing a baby with his ass sounds perfectly possible, but to see it, wow!'' \n\nChuck thought about picking up his son, just for one last cuddle, but he couldn't bring himself to remove him from the stool. He laid there too perfectly, and with the way that the cushion was flattened in the center and the way the cub's soft and sweaty fur stuck out in every direction made it obvious what had happened to him, and how he had died. Crying, panting, and struggling for air under Gordon's magnificent ass. \n\nGordon said his goodbyes after he got all his clothes on again, giving Chuck and Barry both a big strong hug. Chuck was one of the last to leave, waiting until all the garden lights started to get shut off one by one and all the finger foods cleaned up. He smiled to his little baby boy, and turned around to leave. Cody could stay on the stool as long as Barry wanted, a monument to the fun and casual dinner party. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The day was opening itself beautifully to Gordon. A bright dawn led the horse to a smooth and brisk morning run, getting his leg and ass muscles warmed up and pumped for the day ahead. He kept breakfast and lunch light. He had been invited to a party where dinner would be served, and he'd hate to spoil his appetite. The host, a handsome gazelle named Barry who Gordon had spent some time running with and a lot of time playing with in the various cruising spots hidden around the town's parks and trails, had said he was something of a special guest for the evening. A show for before, during, and after dinner, the gazelle had said as he rubbed his hands appreciatively over Gordon's strong thighs and pert ass. Gordon grinned back, understanding that the host was interested in his well-developed babysitting skills. Literally.

With an hour left until the dinner, Gordon peeled himself away from the book he'd been reading and got dressed. Barry had given him a stipend and a wink to get a good, stylish outfit. He went with a three piece suit, nothing too flashy since the dinner wasn't outright black-tie, but enough pzazz to turn heads when he arrived. He'd paid extra for the tailoring. The whole thing was a rich navy blue, a classic white  undershirt and pink tie making him look professional and handsome. The jacket highlighted his broad shoulders, and the vest clung to his trim waist. The crown jewel was the pants. Gordon gave himself a full 360 up-and-down stare in the mirror, beveling his leg and foot so he could see how the thin and luxurious fabric clung to his muscular thighs. He could see the ripple of muscle as he flexed his thigh, and when he grabbed a handful of his firm horse ass he could see how the pants clung to them as well. He wanted his ass to look as good as possible.

He drove himself to the Barry's mansion, arriving right on time. There were quite a few male furs already there if the busy pace that the valet was working was any indication. He smiled and nodded at the men who arrived at the same time as he did, all of them walking past the front door and around to back where they could hear light music and heavy talking of the party already.

``Please, after you.'' One of them said to Gordon as they got to the side garden door, gesturing for him to go.

``Thanks, that's very kind.'' Gordon smiled, giving a wink over his shoulder when he saw the two men openly stare at his ass as he walked past. The suit pants were a good investment. ``Come find me later in the party, if you like, there will be a lot more to see.''

The men laughed at that and promised they would. Barry had said most everyone invited was really quite open-minded, and his parties always had some kind of show or display to enjoy. It made Gordon smile all the more. He wasn't one to hide his passions or hold his tongue, but even then it would feel nice to just say what he felt without having to adjust who he was with.

The backyard was expansive, decorated to the 9s for the dinner party. Lights were strung up everywhere bathing them all in a bright glow. Chairs, loungers, and tall tables were scattered everywhere between tables of champagne and finger foods. True to his plan, the cut and fit of Gordon's suit pulled eyes right towards him as he swished his hips just a bit as he walked around and enjoyed the heated gazes that trailed all over his legs and ass. Everyone else was dressed nicely, of course, but the confidence with which he walked was the cherry on top that captivated everyone's attention.

Barry wasn't hard to find. There were about thirty or forty men in the backyard already, a few more coming in every few minutes. Barry was naturally in the middle of the largest collection of guests, a consummate host as he greeted every guest personally and told bawdy jokes that drew quite a few laughs. The crowd easily parted in front of him, allowing the confident horse to stride right up to Barry. Gordon's eyes and grin went wide as he saw a fluffy and handsome bear standing right next to Barry, happily holding an infant. The men around them looked at the infant with interest and curiosity. He was the only one under eighteen at the party, and by quite a large margin. Barry had said only a scant few men would know what the plan was.

``Gordon, there you are!'' Barry said loudly, drawing all attention on them. Gordon let himself be pulled into a cheek kiss as greeting. ``Now the party can really start.''

``Barry, thanks for the invite.'' Gordon replied. ``What a great place you've got set up here. Perfect taste, as always.''

``Only the best. Speaking of,'' Barry said as he took a little walk around Gordon, sweeping his eyes up and down the horse's athletic frame. ``You really picked a winner of a suit tonight. It looks great on you, and the tailoring on those pants, beautiful!''

Gordon looked over his shoulder and caught the eye of the bear Dad who stared at his rear-end, slack-jawed and drooling as he absent-mindedly tickled his son's tummy. He winked at the Dad, who grinned back.

``Who's that cute little guy over there?'' Gordon said, shaking his ass just a bit.

Bruce led him over and made the introductions. The Dad was Chuck, his infant son was Cody.

``What a little charmer!'' Gordon said as he looked down at Cody. The fluffy little cub smiled up at him happily, reaching a chubby hand out. Gordon provided his finger and smiled back as the cub gripped and tugged on it, giggling happily.

``Mind if I hold him for a bit? I just can't resist cute little boys.'' Gordon said.

``Take him, please. My arms could use a rest.'' Chuck said, passing the boy over and nodding appreciatively as he saw the experienced way Gordon held the boy, supporting his head and tickling his bare tummy and feet. ``Wow, you're great with him.''

``I've played with a lot of sweet baby cubs.'' Gordon said, the men around him chuckling a little. ``Seems like I just have a way with babies, you know?''

Gordon decided to turn on the charm a bit. He bounced the baby in his arms, spun him around, kissed his little hands and toes.

``Who's a good boy?'' He asked, ``Who's a good boy? Is it you? Are you just so sweet and tiny and innocent?''

Cody just gurgled and giggled back.

``You're gonna have such a special night. Such a lucky little baby!'' Gordon cooed.

``How old is he?'' Gordon asked Chuck as the men around them melted at the displays of cuteness overload. More men had gathered close, intrigued by the sounds of happy baby they were hearing. Gordon could hear them talk among themselves about how cute and young Cody was.

``Just four months yesterday.'' Chuck said. He sat down nearby on a chaise lounge.

``Such a perfect age. He's just so beautiful and cute. You're a lucky Father.'' Gordon said, then turned back to Cody. ``We're gonna have a lot of fun together.''

Gordon came over to stand close to the bear, swaying as he rocked the cub in his arms. He slowly spun in place, grinning and kissing Cody's little face as he felt Chuck glance between his son and Gordon's butt as it swayed in place right in front of him.

``I hope you're excited for your surprise, little buddy, because I certainly am.'' Gordon said as he gently kissed the boy's forehead. When the boy smiled up at him freely, Gordon couldn't help but angle him out towards the crowd so they could all see him better.

``Look at that cute smile!'' He gushed. ``Has there ever been a happier little baby? Now, let's get you ready, sweet baby boy.''

Gordon moved quickly, not rushing but sparing no seconds. There was a foot-stool next to the chaise Chuck was on. It looked soft and comfortable, with just a little give in the cushion. He set Cody down in the middle of it, making sure he wasn't in danger of squirming off of either side. The guests around them started to look inquisitively at him, no one quite sure why he'd set an infant on a footstool instead of just handing him back to his father. Gordon turned himself around when he was right in front of it, looking back over his shoulder a few times as he took small little steps right, left, and closer to the seat to make sure he was in the proper place.

``What are you--'' A guest asked as Gordon gently tugged on his pants over his thighs, a universally understood sign that Gordon was giving his pants enough slack in his thighs and behind.

Gordon maintained eye contact with the confused guest as he started to lower his hips. This, too, he didn't rush, going at a natural but slow pace as he lowered his rump closer and closer to the infant. The guest's eyes widened as he stared right into Gordon's eyes, trying to understand what was going on. Many of the guests had the same look on their face, that special type of `He couldn't be...' that got Gordon excited.

Underneath him, Cody couldn't help but look up at the approaching adult ass, his eyes automatically drawn to the movement. He was too young to understand what he was looking at all, two round mounds of horse butt all shown in fitted detail by the tailored pants. He just looked up, confused at what was happening. The baby's view was quickly eclipsed by the lowering ass as he wiggled and babbled in complete naivete, even as the soft and rich material of the pants started to touch and press down on his face.

The men on either side of Gordon, Chuck included, got a good look at what it looked like for a small baby to slowly disappear under a grown man's butt. In the shocked silence, they could all hear the gentle rustle of the footstool cushion as it compressed under Gordon's butt and the creak of the wooden legs as it took the weight.

Men gasped all around him, and even Chuck looked shocked at the sudden escalation. Gordon enjoyed looking around and making eye contact with every man that he could as he felt Cody start to squirm and struggle beneath his ass. They all looked shocked. For some of them, the shock gave way to light arousal. For others, the shock stayed and they stared at Gordon like he'd just confessed to murder. He'd made sure to get the center of his butt right over the baby's face, the horse's thighs pressing down on his chest and legs. He shifted himself to the left and right a few times until his crack opened up more and Cody's face and head sunk in. Only Cody's arms and hands were visible, which immediately shook and clenched and waved around in distress. When Gordon looked down, he could only see just a bit of the boy's legs and feet between his thighs. The baby was just that much smaller than him.

The warmth and weight was a lot for little Cody. He started to cry almost immediately, breathing heavily onto Gordon's butt.

``Is he sitting on that baby?'' A voice said from the crowd.

``Absolutely.'' Gordon answered proudly, smiling at all of them. ``I wanted to see if he'd like my ass as much as his Dad does! And you know what, I think he does. I can feel him wriggling that tiny face in my crack.''

``This can't be safe for a baby that young.'' Another asked, shock tinging his voice.

``You just gotta let them get used to it.'' Gordon said, omitting some of the times that it wasn't all that safe. ``They cry for a few minutes then settle down real nicely. I've done it many times.''

``Is he still breathing?''

``I only just sat down.'' Gordon laughed. ``No worries! I can feel his little breaths warming my pants as we speak.''

Many men came over closer to get a good look, though Gordon could see a few walk away shaking their heads and grumbling. Their displeasure over it only made him grin more.

``I guess some guys don't know how to have fun. Nothing's better than resting my legs and sitting on a tiny little baby cub!'' Gordon said, drawing some laughter out of the crowd.

``He's very comfortable, Chuck. You've made yourself a great little cushion.'' Gordon said as he looked into Chuck's eyes.

Chuck rubbed his hand on Gordon's back then down to his cheeks, gently feeling the way they were pushed up from the lump of cub underneath him. His hand followed the center of the ass down until he curved his hand under the cheeks, feeling how deeply buried his son was in there.

``He's nicely wiggling in there, Dad.'' Gordon said with a wink. ``Babies always end up loving my ass.''

Chuck could feel the wiggles, both when he brushed his hand on Cody's soft hair and when his hand was just touching Gordon's butt. Cody was wriggling strong enough to make the muscle and skin jiggle to the touch, the vibrations of it tingling on Chuck's hand.

When he felt the struggles start to slow down, Gordon simply lifted his ass up a bit, hovering just an inch or two over the cub. It was enough for the men around them to lean down and get a good look at Cody, seeing how his face was red now, his tears falling fat and heavy, his previously-giggling mouth pulled down into a heavy frown. Gordon stayed up just enough time for Cody to get a deep breath and start wailing. It was cut off short as Gordon sat back down, a breathy little `mmph!' getting crushed out of the baby. He didn't need to fidget his butt around to get the baby's face into his crack this time. He got it right on the first try, relaxing back as the little breaths continued to warm his pants up nicely.

``You sure he likes it?'' Someone asked.

``Eventually, sure. It feels good to me, anyways.'' Gordon laughed. ``If you're not cool enough to watch an adult man sit on an innocent little baby, no one's making you stay.''

``Yeah, leave the show to those who'll appreciate it!'' A man called out, the crowd laughing as a few more men walked away, scared of the way Cody had been crying.

Every couple tens of second, Gordon would lift his ass enough to keep the baby awake and alert before sitting back down. Men stayed crowded around, jockeying to get a closer look whenever he lifted up. All around him, Gordon could hear a mixture of conversation. Some were talking about him, but some were just talking to each other about the weather and life, only glancing over to smile at him now and then. Despite how excited the baby-smothering was making some of the men, the atmosphere of the party was still casual and light, dinner party activities continuing in the presence of such perverted facesitting.

``He still doesn't like it that much.'' One of them smiled after about twenty minutes. They could just barely hear Cody's sobbing cries from underneath Gordon's masculine horse rump.

Gordon was very heavy on the boy, who'd never had to have such weight pressing down on him. It made his head and body hurt from the pressure, and no matter which way he turned his head and fussed he couldn't stop the pants material from stretching all across his little face.

``That's okay.'' Chuck smiled. ``Gordon, the way your rear-end smushes down on him....it's so satisfying to watch.'' He confessed.

``Yeah?'' Gordon said. ``Like this?''

He got up again, and this time lowered his ass very slowly, Chuck's eyes wide as he leaned down to see just how the well-tailored suit pants pressed against his infant son's face, right in the center of Gordon's rear-end. Cody sunk in just a bit to the plushness of Gordon's fit ass, and then the weight of it started to press Cody down into the stool fabric. The boy slowly disappeared as the ass came down until Gordon was fully settled and Cody was completely hidden from view once again. Chuck got to see how his boy was stuck looking right at Gordon's butt as it came down, too young to think to turn his head and look for his Daddy. He'd be looking up that lovely butt every single time, Chuck thought, made to take the sitting straight onto his face again and again.

``Hell yes!'' Chuck cheered. ``It just makes me so happy to see that.''

``Did you see his face?'' A new voice asked, no doubt hearing the gossip from other parts of the party and coming to see. ``He hates it! Baby doesn't know better, that ass is great.''

``He's been getting redder every time. He's really crying himself hard in there.'' A man said. ``It's what babies get.''

``They need it.'' Gordon confirmed. ``I've sat on enough cubs to know. They were made to be my chair.''

``Hey, can I get a selfie?'' A guy asked as he came up to Gordon. ``I want to remember this.''

The horse nodded and put his arm around the man's shoulder so they were side by side, grinning at the camera. He checked the phone after the photo was taken. You could just barely see a little flash of soft fur under Gordon's ass. More men came up for photos, some of them angling their phones so you couldn't see the cub at all, some of them getting angles that made it very obvious what Gordon was sitting on.

Chuck could hear each wail of his cub when Gordon lifted his rump up, and how deep his baby's grief and misery went as he was smothered over and over. It was more pained and upset than any of the times he'd had diaper rash or a stomach ache. He almost felt bad, but seeing that plump horse ass sit down on his boy over and over was too good and delightful. Instead he used his fatherly knowledge to point out how distressed his son was to all the men around him, and they all loved talking about it.

They all talked and laughed and shared in Cody's smothered misery until it was time for dinner. Barry told Gordon and Chuck that they had special places at the table. All the men got up, but hung back and watched Gordon. He puffed his chest out under all the attention. He got up slowly, and turned around, looking down and seeing the baby's red-faced screaming and squirming for himself for the first time. It sent shivers down his spine and warm fuzzies in his gut, at least until he felt a cold breeze on his ass. He reached back and felt how damp the fabric stretched across his rump had become. It had gotten so warm from the baby's tear-filled panting and panicked breathing, that the cold was quite the shock.

``Bad baby, getting my pants all wet!'' Gordon said, watching as Chuck and the men grinned and nodded along, liking where this was going. ``I was treating you so nicely as well. I could have sat on you much harder, I've done it before!''

Gordon reached down to pick up Cody, flipping him around so he could spank the diapered little butt as they all walked to dinner. He didn't spank that hard at all, just enough to make the boy hiccup as he cried.

``You think about what you did.'' He growled theatrically. ``Naughty, naughty! Very bad baby seat.''

``He has to learn somehow.'' Chuck said, adjusting his package.

At the dining room table, Chuck was in the seat right across from Gordon, Barry at the head a few seats down. The men who got to sit next to Gordon got jealous looks from the others. Gordon stood by his chair for a few more moments while everyone else sat down, still patting the boy on his little diapered butt. A few men couldn?t meet his eye, which made Gordon smile wider at the men who stared at him with open interest.  Cody's infantile crying caused all the attention to be on him. When he felt he'd properly spanked the cub, Gordon pulled his chair out and then looked around the table.

``Hmm, look at that! It's time for the adults to have dinner, and there's no baby seat, so...'' Gordon said.

Gordon made a show of laying the boy down on the seat cushion, arranging him just so. He was so tiny his legs barely stuck out the front of the chair.

Men groaned all around him as Gordon sat down on the infant again, this time letting more of his weight rest on that crying little face as punishment. It made Gordon feel big and strong to have all eyes on him as his behind covered so much of little Cody's baby face and body. The first course was brought out, the wait staff dutifully ignoring the sounds of muffled baby sobs coming from under the horse. Gordon focused on his manners throughout the many courses. Elbows off the table, using the napkin properly, thanking the wait staff. It made it all the more exciting to be participating in some fine dining with other well-dressed men as he felt Cody continue to cry and struggle in vain under his rear-end. Every minute or so, he gave the boy his needed air.

``So, Gordon, how has work been?'' Barry asked.

``In a bit of a slow period now, to be honest. But I'm glad for the rest, it can get so hectic sometimes.'' Gordon answered.

``What do you do?'' Chuck asked.

``I help run focus groups for marketing research. It keeps me busy, but I never have to take work home with me. Leaves me time for my side job.'' Gordon smiled.

``Babysitting.'' A man cracked to much laughter.

``Exactly right! A lucrative gig if there's ever been one.'' Gordon said.

The men around him seemed eager to engage Gordon in polite, refined conversation. They discussed the housing market, the latest big sports game and the bets they won and lost, what theater shows had recently toured through their city. Outside of a few sly pokes about babysitting and cushion comfort, they ignored the crying infant, though no one could stop thinking about the fact that Gordon was sitting on him.  

``Are you still comfortable?'' Chuck asked as they dug into their third course.

Gordon looked up and around as he shifted his rear-end, grinding it back into the seat and crushing the infant a bit more forcefully than he had before.

``Very.'' He smiled. ``His face is wedged perfectly in my butt. Right in the middle, that special place for little babies. He's perhaps too comfortable! It's becoming harder to get up.''

``A fine man like you should relax when you can.'' Chuck said to the murmured agreement of some other men.

``It's not often a man's buttocks gets such a throne.'' Someone said

``Yours, maybe, but this is normal for mine!'' Gordon laughed. ``But maybe my little cushion could use some...more snuggly sitting.''

The rest of the courses continued normally. Gordon stretched the periods between lifting up longer and longer, the men around him getting wide eyed as the minutes went by. A few times, Gordon lifted up and there was a few-seconds pause of silence before the crying resumed. He always quieted the sobs with a hefty creak of his ass sitting back down on the chair. This type of scene was pretty new to Gordon. Most times he sat on babies, it was in seedy park restroom or at the Dad's house, with very few men around to see. There were only a few times he'd collected an audience, including a memorable little party in a mall bathroom.

He was used to men looking at him like he was the hottest guy in town whenever he bounced on a little babyseat, of course, his muscular and athletic figure always looking obscene and nasty as he perched his pert butt on a months-old and much much smaller infant. His rump was firm and well-developed, a good size for his body, but getting his baby friends right under his pants and squirming in his crack always made him feel strong and powerful, and made his butt look perversely big and adult. But the weight of so many men looking at him as he sat on Cody was awesome, made all the better by the delightfully casual atmosphere. Gordon had never wined and dined while sitting on a cub, and he loved it. The feeling of that small and defenseless little baby cushion under his ass paired perfectly with the upscale food.

Gordon's tail swished gently side to side as the reveled in the experience. Anyone looking at the horse's tail could tell he was calm and happy, in no hurry to finish eating or get up. He always enjoyed himself when smothering, regardless if the boy liked it or not, but this was beyond enjoyment. This was decadent fulfillment. Seeing the jealous and horrified looks as he relaxed his weight onto Cody was sublime.

It made it feel natural and right, the way the men all accepted that their dinner show was a fine horse stud using a baby for impolite and ruthless facesitting and smothering. None of them could ignore that it wasn't just that the baby was crying, or that Gordon was slowly crushing the air out of him, it was that Gordon's firm and muscular runner's ass was the thing doing it, sealing and burying the infant again and again in his finely muscled mounds of masculine ass. The horse was not shy about letting everyone around him know that Cody's little baby face and nose kept pushing into his crack. Gordon?s ass was already hard for a guy to pull his eyes away from, but to see it fluffed up and filled with a babycushion was magnetic and so, so wrong that it swept back around to right.

Dessert was a delicate milk ice cream, plainly flavored yet showing off the quality of the milk and cream they used.

``I know someone who would love this.'' Gordon said as he savored the cold, refreshing taste.

``Going to let him have a taste?'' Barry asked.

``Of course not!'' Gordon laughed. ``Seats don't eat til after the party. He can wait.''

After dessert, Gordon stayed at the table for a few more minutes just to enjoy the conversation. Some of the men hung around as well, standing behind Gordon and no doubt wanting to catch more sights of the boy. Gordon got a little distracted talking to a zebra about what running trails they liked to use when Chuck cleared his throat loudly, giving a meaningful look down at Gordon's butt when the horse met his eyes.

``Oh, how could I forget.'' Gordon said, as he politely pushed back his chair with his ass and got up.

He looked down at Cody, who had gone quiet and still. There was still color in his cheeks and a movement in his chest so he wasn't worried, though some of the men around him gasped and groaned a little seeing his limp little baby body. Within the minute, he started to move his arms and legs and the sobbing wail came back, bringing grins and smiles all around.

``Lucky little baby had himself a nap.'' A man said.

``Yes, they start to fade in and out the longer it goes on.'' Gordon said. ``It's tough for such a sweet little bundle of joy to struggle against grown adult ass. It's very natural.''

He picked the boy up, tickling his tummy once again and gently patting his face as he ignored the cries and turned to carry the boy back to the very comfortable stool he had been using before dinner. Chuck, Barry, and the other men followed him.

``We've got about an hour left.'' Someone said, checking their watch. ``I wonder how many more times the seat will tap out.''

``I think a good fifteen.'' Gordon said.

``Fifteen? That sounds like so much! I'd guess only five or six.'' Chuck said.

``Am I sensing a wager?'' A man asked, the other men eagerly agreeing.

Barry agreed to judge, collecting the betting pool. A few men went with Gordon's estimate, trusting his experience, some went lower with Chuck, and a few of the more turned-on men listened to their cocks and went with a high number that just sounded hot. When they returned to the stool, Gordon laid the boy down but paused halfway into sitting back down on him. Even more tears had absorbed into his pants, the whole seat of them visibly wet with the baby's misery. The men stared at his ass with fierce attention, which got Gordon's natural showmanship riled up.

He didn't bring any attention to it, just stood back up and started to loosen his belt. Men's eyes went wide as he peeled himself out of his tight pants and took them all the way off. Gordon had on some tight briefs that clung to his soft cock and ass like a second skin. He stood above the infant with his ass facing the boy, shifting himself on his legs from side to side to make his bubble butt really pop out and jiggle.

``Look at him, he can't take his eyes off that beautiful butt.'' Chuck said as he sat back down on the chaise.

``He cries, but look how much he loves it.'' Gordon said cockily, moving into a squat to slowly lower his ass back down. He jiggled his cheeks with his fingers as he got closer. ``You want my horse rump, little guy? You want smothered again, don't you?''

There was a collective moaning sigh of relief as the underwear clad mounds of Gordon's muscled equine ass squished back down onto the infant's face, sealing him between cushion and ass again. Without the pants, the warmth of their skin and fur increased even more, making Gordon's ass feel pleasantly toasty as Cody got feverishly warm. His little panicked breaths only warmed up the crack more. The pressure was almost too much to take, Gordon leaning back and letting the bulk of his adult weight rest on the infant's whole body, his thighs pressing down on the body and legs while all of his ass smothered the little baby cub. Just being in his underwear made Gordon feel more playful. He braced himself on his knees a little so he could bounce and swish his ass onto Cody's face.

``Without my pants on, I can really feel his little nose in my crack!'' Gordon smiled. ``It's going between my taint and hole, his face is in there deep!''

The baby's tears and discomfort and eventual suffering wasn't a required part of this for Gordon. He enjoyed it just as much when the cubs happily cooed and giggle and babbled under his behind. For some boys, the weight and heat and scent triggered some reflex of theirs that made them relaxed and happy, though for most boys they were just a crying, scared mess. The baby could react any way it wanted. What was important for Gordon was just the act of doing it at all. It felt so bad and so good to park his adult ass right on a baby's face and just sit.

``This is how I always play with cubs.'' Gordon said. ``Babies LOVE playing bouncy butt.''

All of the men around them, still clad in tailored suits and sipping expensive wine, watched as his muscular and fit ass cheeks bounced up and down on the baby's face and body. The muffled cries made the perfect background to talking about their businesses and home renovations.

Within a few minutes, Cody's arms went limp again. Gordon pulled up and they all enjoyed the silence before the infant revived. Barry chuckled and tallied the second blackout. Gordon allowed him no time to recover and sat back down. The next blackout happened even faster as Gordon ground his ass back against the stool, feeling satisfied as he roughly scrubbed the infant against the cushion with his strong ass.

More men came up and asked for selfies now that dinner was over, no doubt seeing the photos their friends took and wanting their own souvenirs. Even men who had taken some photos before came back around when they walked by and saw Gordon in his underwear. They were all less shy about showing off Cody in the photos too. Many of them featured Gordon making confident eye contact with the camera and flashing a casual peace sign as Cody's two tiny little arms and hands thumped and grabbed at his considerable ass cheeks. Some of the men, proficient in quick photo editing, showed him the little arrows and stars and hearts they added to the photos to point out the fact that a 4 month old cub was under Gordon's rear-end.

Cody passed out six more times within the next thirty minutes. Each time he came back, he was quieter, more disoriented, though he continued to cry. It took him longer each time to start crying again. Gordon never offered a shred of mercy, all but slamming his ass back down roughly when he heard that first hiccuping breath as he roused from the darkness.

``This is really fucking him up. I have to...I just gotta go.'' One of the men said, leaving their numbers fewer and fewer.

``Well I can't get enough of his sweet smothering.'' Another man said, clapping Gordon on the shoulder. ``You're really making him suffer under there.''

``Good boys deserve nothing less.'' Gordon grinned. ``This is one lucky baby to get such a long ride. Usually I'd be done and gone by now!''

``What's the longest you've ever sat on a cub cushion?'' Chuck asked as he rubbed on Gordon's ass again. Other men tried to get a feel of his ass, but Gordon just shook his head. He didn't want to be swarmed and crowded by everyone, and felt it proper to reserve the right to touch for Cody's Dad. Besides, the bear's big paw struck the perfect balance of soft rubbing and firm grabbing that made Gordon feel like the hottest man around.

``Right around three hours.'' Gordon said. ``This evening will give that a run for its money.''

``What's the shortest?'' Barry asked.

``Well,'' Gordon said, a light blush coloring his handsome face. ``Only about five minutes.''

``Hah! Did the father chase you off?'' Someone laughed.

``The opposite!'' Gordon laughed, picking his ass up and reaching down to jostle Cody back awake before sitting heavily back down, letting his eyes narrow in pleasure at the feel of his buttocks compressing against the boy's face again, the nose and mouth touching right on his hole. The infant's face slid into his crack with such smoothness now it was like he was made for it.

``He asked me to do it. He'd seen me give babies some good sittings a few times, and contacted me with a fantasy of his. It sounded interesting, so I went for it. You know those covered slides at the parks?'' Gordon paused, continuing when he saw everyone nod as they paid close attention to his story. ``He apparently had a kink for them ever since HE was a kid. He wanted to go down one with his son, cute little sweetheart about a year old. He'd pretend to get stuck, you know, wedging his body in there so his son was facing up towards the entrance. I'd `notice' and come to help, getting in and going down ass first with my legs up. We got `stuck', just like he wanted. My legs over his shoulders, his baby boy pressed tight between my ass and his chest. We could just barely see each others faces.''

``Wow, a kink for a slide?'' Someone chuckled. ``You really can't pick em, can you.''

``I thought it was a bit out there too, but I could see where he was coming from. It felt kind of hot being so tightly compressed and stuck together, it got warm and sweaty really fast. Dad liked that. And when you're in just a tube of plastic, the sounds echo so loud inside! I could hear every grunt and groan from all three of us. Dad had said to just let my ass smother his baby's face until he patted my thigh, which is what he did right at five minutes.'' Gordon said.

``That was enough for Dad? I'd want to be in there for hours.''

``It was enough for the boy. More than enough.'' Gordon laughed. ``It just happens sometimes. My ass clings to their face too much and they ass-phyxiate.'' The horse winked. ``Dad looked just as happy as when he started, even when he noticed his boy died. He couldn't thank me enough.''

A few men blanched and swore, but didn't leave. Chuck had a complicated look across his face as he fondled Gordon's ass, while Barry looked as happy as ever. All of them were looking at Gordon's ass as it rode little Cody's head.

``Hundred bucks says that little baby becomes a single-use cushion today.'' A man said as he heavily palmed the tent in his slacks.

The betting pool accepted the new bet, the men eagerly discussing outcomes and probabilities around them. Chuck didn't say anything, but didn't stop touching Gordon either.

``Well, if we're really cutting loose...'' Gordon said as he got up and shucked his underwear off. Just like before, he let the crowd and the crying baby under him get a good look his bare ass, spreading himself a bit to show off his puckered horse hole and the way his big balls swung heavily between his legs.

``Do it!'' Chuck said, shaking himself out of his little stupor and holding Cody's head up so he had a front-row look at the slightly-sweaty ring of ass muscle. ``Look at that, kiddo, you're the luckiest boy in the world tonight! Get your nose right on it, okay?''

Gordon sat back down just as casually as he had all night, whinnying to himself as he felt his warm, bare cheeks make contact with the warm, soft little bear cub face. He adjusted himself until he could feel his winking asshole make contact with the little snout. This, by far, was his favorite way to sit. The sobbing and panicked breaths on his hole made it twitch, and Gordon wasn't shy about clenching it on that little nose or pushing it out a bit as the rubbery rim kissed the boy's face in the air-tight hug his ass had on the whole head. It made it much easier to tell when Cody passed out too. He could feel the second the breathing pattern changed as he conked out, so he could get up and give the boy just enough air then settle his butt back down.

``He's still sitting on that infant?'' A guest asked. Gordon remembered the voice from much earlier, one of the men who had left when it got too much. ``NAKED?''

``Why wouldn't I be?'' Gordon said. ``This is how I bond with little babies. His nose is snuffling and crying right on my hole, it's amazing.''

Two blackouts later, Gordon could feel a stirring in his cock as he sat on the infant. He'd been good holding out on his erection this long, not wanting to get too excited, but the naked contact was really getting to him. Chuck still rubbed on his ass every few seconds, and started to include the thick cock in his touches too, smiling at Gordon as he gently ran his fingers around the rim of it. Gordon smiled back. He was only about half-hard, semi-soft and fleshy in Chuck's hand as he gently squeeze it and felt Gordon's heartbeat in the throb of the cock.

``There you go.'' Chuck said, moving his hand to rub on the shaft and softly tug at it. ``I'm glad this is feeling good for you. I'm really enjoying this too, even more than I thought.''

Gordon preened under the attention, noticing that Chuck was being gentle and soft to his cock like he was to his infant son earlier, petting it delicately and talking to him with a low and soothing voice.

``These are quite impressive too.'' Chuck said, hefting the horse's heavy balls into his paw, feeling their fuzzy weight. ``It's a shame you can't tailor your pants to show these puppies off.''

``That would feel good to have them swing in a pouch like that.'' Gordon said. ``But, I can always show them off now. In fact, watch this.''

Chuck looked with interest as Gordon got up again, this time not waiting for Cody to pass out. The boy's cries got louder again as the naked rump no longer muffled him, but there was a definite sluggish quietness to the infant, his little system so tired after struggling against the much bigger butt. Gordon pushed his balls back as far as he could and sat back down. Men stared wide-eyed, surprised that Gordon could still do something to shock them. Now, Gordon's scrotum and balls reached the baby's face before his ass. The two balls rested right on Cody's face, just barely small enough not to push each other off the tiny cub face. A bit of scrotal skin sagged down on either side of the balls, enough to make sure no air was getting in around them as they pressed their weight down onto Cody and blocked his breathing. The way Cody's head wiggled made Gordon's balls jostle gently, just barely moving up and down against each other. The frightened breathing tickled all across the bottom of his balls, making Gordon moan a little. He continued sitting until his ass touched his balls and kept himself there, not wanting to crush his balls like he'd been crushing the infant. Instead, he flexed his thighs and bounced his hips up and down just a little bit so he could press his balls onto Cody's face again and again, loving how his two nuts totally covered the boy's entire face.

``Wow, look at my boy.'' Chuck said, using one hand to rub over the delicate curve of Gordon's balls, impressed at the sheer difference between the nuts and the face. He teased Gordon by touching the spot right between his balls, pressing down as well to make them squish Cody's little nose even more.

``Ball-covered baby, fuck.'' A guest said.

``His mouth is sucking the sac in, he's trying to breath scrotum!'' Another said.

Every time Chuck pulled upward, he could see the balls shift and jiggle on Cody's face. The harder he jerked, the more they jiggled, until he was eventually masturbating Gordon's hard cock and giving his son a rough face massage with the balls. The fact that Cody's little head fit so nicely under Gordon's adult balls was just enough display of the intense size difference between them. Gordon let him continue until the baby passed out once again, bringing the count up to 14, though Barry had been keeping the exact tally to himself and Gordon had stopped counting.

Chuck was the one to peel the horse nuts off the infant's face, wide-eyed as he watched and waited for the big intake of breath again. Gordon let his balls swing back forward to where they belonged, drooping on the footstool cushion as he sat down heavy and firm when he heard the breath. Now, his cock stuck up proudly between his legs. Wordlessly, Chuck got down on the ground in front of Gordon, kneeling between his legs and grabbing the mottled shaft with both hands. His mouth came close enough for the horse to feel the shaky breaths blow across his flare.

``May I?'' Chuck asked.

``I'd appreciate that. This is how it goes, a lot of the time.'' Gordon said, putting a hand on Chuck's head as the Dad swallowed half of his cock in one go. ``Serviced at both ends by a handsome Dad and his helpless little baby-cushion.''

Chuck put one hand on Gordon's thighs, the other wrapped around his balls to hold and massage them as he sucked and slurped, bobbing his head up and down. He had no illusions that he could take the whole thing in his throat, so he stuck with the half he could fit in his mouth, laving his tongue over the flare and shaft. The wiggling of Cody's little nose on Gordon's sweaty pucker brought him close quite fast. Guests still talked around them, but all of them could hear the sloppy sounds of Chuck's blowjob and the fading cries of the infant. Eventually, there was only the sound of cock sucking.

``Is his face in your crack? Really deep?'' Chuck asked as he pulled his mouth off, moaning and diving back on when Gordon nodded and smiled.

``Yeah, his whole head at this point, but I need to get up so don't choke on my cock when I move.'' He said.

The hand on Gordon's thighs pressed down on him as he tried to get up. He looked into Chuck's eyes, who just nodded up at him and kept sucking, the need of it bare in his eyes. Gordon smiled wide and nodded back, grabbing the bottom half of his cock and starting to jack himself off into Chuck's mouth. Gordon bounced himself up and down, making Chuck moan. The moan doubled when Chuck felt Gordon lean back just a smidge so that he was really sitting the full force of his grown up weight on the baby's 4 month old face. His rump was warm and stuffed, feeling like all of Cody's head and some of his chest was wedged right into the center.

``He's still in there.'' Gordon whispered, talking entirely to Chuck now, who kept looking up at him with want and need, nodding at everything he said. ``I'm not getting up until I cum, okay?

Chuck moved his hand around from Gordon's thighs to his ass, feeling the round curve of it, careful not to get so far under he could break the seal between rump and seat, and then held onto one of Cody's tiny little hands as it squirmed and waved and shook in his palm.

``Suck me while I sit on your baby.'' Gordon groaned. ``I'm smothering him right now. He can only breath grown up horse rump.''

Chuck nodded and groaned.

``It feels so good. It makes me not want to get up even after I cum.'' Gordon panted.

Chuck nodded even harder. The movement in his hand was slowed to almost nothing as Chuck rubbed his big thumb into Cody's tiny baby palm over and over.

``Should I keep sitting? I really want to. Sit for an hour straight while we talk. You understand, don't you? Yeah. I'm suffocating your infant under my butt and I don't want to get up for a long, long time. You understand.''

Chuck nodded so fast the movement added to the pleasure of the blowjob. Gordon moved one of his feet to feel between Chuck's legs and the man groaned, humping the steel-hard length of his cock against Gordon's calf. He started mumbling something even as his mouth was stuffed full of horse cock. He said it a few times before he pulled Gordon's flare out with a wet pop, drooling everywhere.

``Snuff him.'' He said, voice thick with arousal and precum, then put Gordon's cock as deep in his mouth as it could go.

That set the horse off, grinning and neighing with wild passion as he milked the load right out of his cock. Heavy blasts battered Chuck's throat, but he kept his mouth right where it was, maintaining eye contact with the man smothering his infant son. He kept his mouth sealed until the final throb deposited the last of Gordon's cum down his throat, his son's little hand still and soft as he gently counted every single one of his son's warm little fingers with his much bigger ones.

TRAUMA ENDING

Chuck started to blow his load in his pants only a second after Gordon, grunting his in his throat as his mind swirled. He humped Gordon's athletic leg throughout the whole thing, both of them riding out their orgasms to their full extent.

Gordon enjoyed the aftershocks of his orgasm for only a few moments, enough to make sure every drop of cum had been milked out of his cock. When it started to slip out of Chuck's mouth and into his sheath, he got up slowly, enjoying the feel of his butt cheeks pressing back together after spending so long spread out over the little infant.

Everyone looked down at the chair. A bit of the flushed and tearful redness had drained from Cody's face. The baby was still, even his chest didn't look to be moving. Gordon fondled his balls and jiggled them a little in his hand as the men around him held their breath.

Chuck stood up and then bent down to pick up his son. He was abnormally warm from spending so long under Gordon's man-sized butt. Chuck cradled him gently, holding him just the way Cody usually liked, kissing his forehead and enjoying the scent of horse ass sweat that clung to his fur. He trailed kisses up and down the little face and tickled his tummy. Just as he thought they'd perhaps gone too far, the boy quickened and stirred. A communal sigh rippled out among the guests; many relieved, only a few disappointed. Gordon felt both as well, glad the little seat would get to experience more of life, and a little bummed that he couldn't give the Dad what he had wanted.

``Oh thank goodness,'' Chuck laughed. ``I'm afraid I got a little carried away at the end, but damn if that wasn't a powerful orgasm!''

Gordon laughed too, happy with another satisfied customer as it were. He stood next to Chuck and looked down at Cody. The infant was gazing around dazed and confused, unable to focus on anything. He wasn't crying either, a marked difference from earlier. He was subdued and silent.

The guests trickled by for the next few minutes, some wanting more selfies with the two men and the infant.

``Never seen a baby so traumatized!'' One said, making Chuck and Gordon laugh again.

``Yes, he really did go through it over the party, huh?'' Chuck said. He played with the infant like nothing was wrong, baby-talking him and swinging him in his arms while Cody looked around with hollow, sad eyes.

``I confirmed a few contracts tonight,'' Barry said as he doled out the winnings of the bet. ``Nothing like doing business with a man sitting on a baby a few chairs down!''

``Always happy to help.'' Gordon said as he collected his own slice of the pot.

Cody survived, and blacked out exactly fifteen times just as he said. The party started to wind down naturally, then, the show over and the food gone. Many of the guests congratulated Gordon on his money-winning instincts, and even those who lost took the time to come and talk to him, telling him they had a fantastic time and inquired about hiring him for their own events, both large parties and quiet evenings in.

Gordon and Chuck left together, if only so that the horse could have another few moments holding the traumatized infant himself, giving him some farewell kisses on his face and tummy, promising to keep in contact with Chuck and to let him know if anything ever came up.

SNUFF ENDING

Chuck kept humping his cock against Gordon's leg, not allowing himself an orgasm just yet. He used his own hands and mouth to milk every drop of cum. Even after Gordon's cock started to soften, Chuck kept suckling on it, never looking away from the horse's eyes. Gordon stayed seated, smiling down at the Dad. When Gordon's cock was too soft to stay in his mouth, popping out wetly and returning to its normal soft size, Chuck just started to pepper the man's thighs and balls and dick with soft worshipful kisses.

``How is he?'' Chuck choked out, still delirious with horniness.

``Still breathing, just a little. It's barely a tickle on my hole.'' Gordon said quietly, all his attention on Chuck. ``Did you mean it?''

Chuck nodded vigorously, his eyes blown wide. He put both hands behind Gordon now. With deliberate and gentle movements, he went between holding and caressing his son's little baby hands just like he always did when they cuddled and played, and then moved them to the firm mounds of Gordon's rump, pressing each round ass cheek down onto his son and patting the butt just like he always did when tucking the swaddling blanket tightly around his baby boy. Over and over he repeated the little ritual.

``I really want to. And I'm going to. Is that okay?'' Gordon smiled.

``Yeah,'' Chuck said as he laid more kisses on the horse's balls and thighs. ``Please? Just keep sitting. It's inevitable, right? He's so tiny and young, and your butt is so much bigger than him, and he's right in the center.''

``It's just nature taking its course.'' Gordon said. ``Everyone's gonna watch it happen. I'm snuffing him as we speak, and all I'm doing is sitting on him. That's it. I'm sitting on his face, and it's snuffing him.''

The conversations around them continued uninterrupted. Casual, mundane discussions between groups and pairs of all the men who stood in a circle around the two of them.

``Does it feel good?'' Chuck asked, his humping growing frenzied and frantic as the time since Gordon's orgasm stretched into five minutes.

``Yes. I love it.'' Gordon confessed proudly. ``It always makes me happy to sit on a baby. I do it everywhere I can! I feel so big and strong with tiny little infants smothering under my behind. I love it when they die.''

Chuck finally groaned a loud and intense orgasm when enough time had passed that he was absolutely sure. The entire front of his pants became drenched and sticky with his cum, a few globs of white even soaking through the material. He, too, rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, in no hurry to make it end. When he caught his breath enough, he stood up and blushed a little at the mess he'd made on his pants and Gordon's leg.

``Sorry about your fur.'' Chuck said.

``I wear it proudly.'' Gordon laughed.

The men all crowded close as Gordon slowly got up. No one thought Cody was still alive, of course, but they all had to see anyways. There was a sticky little peeling sound and Chuck gasped as he saw Cody's body lift up as it stuck to the sweaty equine crack. He'd been sitting for so long they got a bit glued together, but as Gordon kept standing up, unconcerned with the baby sticking to his rump, gravity tugged the boy free and he fell back against the footstool with a soft little thump.

Chuck kneed down close, running his nose and lips across his son's soft face, enjoying the scent of fresh horse sweat and balls and hole. He put a big ear to Cody's little chest, grinning as the silence stretched on. He gave the baby a few slaps, and still nothing. Some of the men around them cheered while some fled in a hurry. Barry laughed as he paid out the required winnings to all the guests who correctly surmised that the innocent little baby wouldn't stand a chance against the much larger horse butt.

``Another baby claimed by my butt!'' Gordon cheered loudly. ``A successful ride on my caboose, and what a comfortable ride it was.''

``He really did it, fuck!'' Guests around them said as they started to filter out of the party, the entertainment and food all obviously over. ``I mean, sure, a man killing a baby with his ass sounds perfectly possible, but to see it, wow!''

Chuck thought about picking up his son, just for one last cuddle, but he couldn't bring himself to remove him from the stool. He laid there too perfectly, and with the way that the cushion was flattened in the center and the way the cub's soft and sweaty fur stuck out in every direction made it obvious what had happened to him, and how he had died. Crying, panting, and struggling for air under Gordon's magnificent ass.

Gordon said his goodbyes after he got all his clothes on again, giving Chuck and Barry both a big strong hug. Chuck was one of the last to leave, waiting until all the garden lights started to get shut off one by one and all the finger foods cleaned up. He smiled to his little baby boy, and turned around to leave. Cody could stay on the stool as long as Barry wanted, a monument to the fun and casual dinner party.

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