Dave let out a high pitched sigh of relief as he slipped out of his heavy (and now thoroughly sticky) gimp suit, which fell to the floor of the changing room with a wet splat. He leant against the wall to keep himself upright as his cum stained legs still felt like spaghetti after six hours on dark room duty. Chaos only knows how many dicks he had taken in there.
"Oh, I'm so tired," he whined to himself,  "I can't walk home, I can barely move!" He pressed his palms into the wall as he felt his legs again threaten to give out.
I need to seriously unwind... though the turquoise teen.

As he stood trembling, he suddenly got an idea to help him recover from his hard work. Club Rouge, the bar come casino come sex club he worked at had just installed a brand new steam sauna, and at this time of night it would be empty.
"A nice hot steam is just what I need!" He squeaked, his high pitched voice cracking as he spoke. Leaning against the wall for support, he began to slowly limp out of the changing room and down a corridor, blushing slightly as he heard the chorus of gasps and moans coming from behind the endless rows of doors, each one leading to a fully kitted private room.

At the end of the corridor was the entrance to the sauna, which the beaver gently pushed open, causing a blast of hot, dry air to hit him in the face as he was enveloped in steam. Stumbling around slightly through the thick steam, he finally collapsed onto one of the benches, sighing in relief as the heat of the room began to loosen the knots in his muscles.
"Uh... hi?" Came a deep, gruff voice from behind him. Dave froze, and slowly looked up, seeing a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at him. He was sitting right on someone's lap.
"Oh Chaos!" Dave exclaimed as he hurried to get up, forgetting his aches in his embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry!" he apologised.

Through the steam, he could just make out the figure in front of him, and the first thing he noticed was how tall he was. The Mobian in front of him had dark brown fur, and even with the steam, he could make out the strong calves and thick, powerful thighs that could probably smash his head like a melon. A little further up, and he realised he was talking to a horse, as the guy's long, equine dick swayed between his legs.
"Hey, eyes up here." The horse grunted in a playful tone. Dave's eyes darted up, a blush on his face.
"Sorry!" He stammered, at which the horse simply chuckled, his voice deep and dripping with sex appeal.

He stood, just noticing the teen's small but stiff arousal through the steam, and quickly closed the gap between them, Dave's head level with the stallion's chest. As he did so, the beaver's nostrils flared as a wave of the horse's musk hit him, radiating off him in the heat of the sauna. Dave couldn't help but drool, now close enough to watch the beads of sweat trace the curves of every muscle.
"See something you like?" Asked the handsome stranger, laughing lightly when Dave couldn't even stammer out answer.
"A name at least?" This one he managed to answer.
"Dave..." he breathed out.

The horse nodded slightly as he replied.
"Bruce." He stood awkwardly for a few moments until he felt a large hand on the back of his head, and he was pushed the few inches forward until his nose was pressed against the stallion's sweaty muscles. 
"I guess you're not gonna ask for what you want, but don't worry. I already know. Now sniff." ordered the horse, his command making Dave weak at the knees.
What am I doing? Sniffing a random guy? I can't do that, right? No way, because... because... Dave's thoughts melted into an aroused haze as the beaver inhaled deeply, filling his nose with Bruce's pungent, manly scent. The stallion's musk was definitely strong, and as Dave breathed it in he could feel his muscles begin to relax.

"You're calming down, I guess you really needed this." Muttered Bruce, his voice muffled in Dave's ears thanks to the loudness of his own breathing. Bruce smirked, his hand still holding the beaver's head against him.
"You can do more than just sniff my musk you know. Wanna taste it?" He asked seductively. Dave's breath caught in his throat, the stallion's question catching him off guard. As he tried to calm himself, he noticed one large drop of moisture form on Bruce's neck before dripping down, curving round his chest until it rested in between two of the horse's abs. Without even thinking, Dave's tongue slowly slipping out of his mouth, and tracing against the rock hard muscle, beads of sweat coating his taste buds in the strong male odour.

Oh! So manly, so salty! Dave thought as he began to lick the stallion's abs in earnest, dragging his tonge against every little crevice to lap up the salty sweat, moaning as the taste filled his mouth. As a teenager, he was pretty used to body odour, but this was just different. He continued to lick downwards, bending his knees slightly to do so, making sure to practically rim the horse's potent navel, the almost spicy sweat inside making his little cock throb.
"That's it, you're a good boy licking up my musk so eagerly," Bruce grunted as he finally released the beaver's head, "but..." he trailed off.

The stallion then sat back down and spread his thick thighs, revealing his now rock solid cock and heavy, melon sized balls.
"...can you handle the taste of this?" He asked smugly, a wide smirk on his face as he looked to the beaver.
"Come on, get on your knees." He instructed. Dave's body responded before his brain could, immediately falling to his knees and waddling between those big legs. The sauna was hot, but the raw heat coming from Bruce's thick shaft was intense, beats of salty dick sweat tracing its curved length. Drool poured from Dave's mouth and onto the floor as he took in the sight before him.

"Come on, get sucking. I want that cute mouth wrapped around the base of my shaft." The stallion instructed, leaving the teen hard as a rock and desperate to wrap his lips around that flared equine glans.
"Y-yes Sir." He replied, crawling slightly closer to the mammoth manhood.
"Mmm, I like that 'sir' thing, such a good boy." He said, his sensual voice making the tips of Dave's ears red. With wobbly hands, he gripped the bulbous cock at about half mast, not surprised that both his hands only just made it around the whole circumference.

And then, very gently, he bobbed his head forward and placed his tongue on the underside. He felt as though his mouth was on fire, both from how truly hot the cock was against his tongue, and from how almost spicy the shiny layer of sweat along the shaft was. Letting his eyes close, he dragged his tongue along the massive length, from the prominent ring half way along, right up to the bumpy ridge of the tip.
"Ahh..." the horse moaned, "your tongue feels so nice!" With those words he gripped Dave's head, and held it in place an inch from his twitching glans.
"Better open wide, cause this is going in." He said calmly, confidence and a smug enjoyment in his tone. Dave slowly opened his mouth as wide as it could go, careful to mind his two large front teeth, and Bruce began to push the beaver's head onto his cock.

However, it only took a few inches of the girthy shaft for Dave's face to turn as purple as his old shirt, and seeing this, Bruce pulled his head back out. Once he had stopped coughing, Bruce spoke up.
"Never sucked off a stallion before huh?" He asked, to which the teen gently shook his head.
"Well then," the horse said, lining up Dave's mouth with his cock, "I guess we're going to be here for a while."

THE END