Underdog

It was a wild night at the bar. After the success of the Fucktobre opening ceremony, thousands of fans had descended upon the city in a most raucous celebration of all things wicked and debaucherous. Naturally, throngs of fans gathered wherever any of Fucktobre’s competitors could be found, buying the gladiators free meals and drinks, gleefully offering to help them ‘practise’ for the upcoming rounds of sexual competition.

Gene was no exception. The diminutive hyena – a mere 4’1” tall, excluding his green mohawk – was several beers in, and his behaviour showed it. As the night wore on, he got louder and more confident with every bottle consumed. Under ordinary circumstances, Gene was a typical street punk, jobless and content to indulge in life’s finer pleasures of sex and booze whenever possible, which was to say less often than he would have liked. Tonight, though, he was a celebrity. The hyena was taking full advantage of that status.

“Damn, no way! That thing is huge – so fat, too!” cut a deep voice above the rest of the bar’s clamour. A few additional heads turned, but only for a brief moment. Gene was far from the only attraction in the bar tonight.

“I told you I’m bigger,” the hyena replied confidently. At first glance, he was little more than an unassuming punk in a mesh shirt, denim vest, and some torn-up jeans. But where he’d undone his pants, there rose a thick rod of a dick, which was eagerly pressed against the shaft of a lucky fan. It was immediately clear that the two men were comparing dicks. Gene’s hefty rod would’ve been impressive on any man, but on Gene’s small frame in particular, it looked downright obscene. He was clearly the winner, and by no small margin.

“Now, you owe me a drink and my bottle’s empty, ‘big guy’. Get to it,” the hyena confidently ordered.

The stranger who had challenged him to a size comparison wasn’t small by any means. That dragon was packing a more-than-respectable tool, with eight inches of shaft emerging from his slit. But looking down at where his cock was pressed up against the hyena’s, the large dragon could see that Gene’s tip rose several inches past his own – and the base of Gene’s cock was lower down, thanks to their difference in height. That thing was massive!

The eager fan was already drooling precum, some of which drooled down over Gene’s larger tool. He was so excited, just from the feeling of being so thoroughly outclassed by a little guy like Gene. The sight of that huge tool on a short little punk had ignited something deep within him, and he felt hornier than he’d ever been.

“Seriously, where do you hide that thing? It’s massive, and you’re so tiny!” the dragon slurred. He was throbbing hard, now, continuing to drool more and more pre; he looked just moments from cumming.

In reply, the hyena simply wrapped a hand around both their shafts. He was nowhere near able to encircle both cocks, but he could just manage to stroke them both together, and that was enough. A few pumps up and down their lengths and the dragon was gasping in pleasure, clenching his fists as his body shuddered.

Bending over, Gene wrapped his lips around the dragon’s tip, continuing to stroke the base of that shaft as it began to buck hard, spurting its first ropes of seed. Gene eagerly swallowed every drop ‘til the guy stopped shooting.

“Damn, you shoot a lot!” Gene complimented as he rose back to his full height. The hyena licked an errant strand of cum from his lips. “It would’ve been a shame to see all that cum wasted. But don’t forget I won our contest. You still owe me a drink – from the bar.”

Wiping the saliva-coated tip of his softening cock on his shorts, the dragon eagerly nodded. He stuffed his half-erect tool back in his pants and quickly disappeared to buy Gene a new beer.

“Damn, you suck cock like a pro,” came the voice of another stranger entering the throng of fans surrounding Gene.

The hyena looked up from his phone, catching sight of where the comment came from. It was a shirtless, brown-furred horse with a patch of white fur in the shape of a diamond atop his muzzle. Standing a full head above the rest of the crowd, the horse must have been close to seven feet in height. His body had a pleasant muscular tone to it, closer to that of an athlete than a bodybuilder, and he moved with exceptional grace. In his jeans, the horse sported a reasonably hefty bulge, Gene mentally noted to himself; though that could be expected, considering the male’s species and height.

“I’m Gladius,” the horse introduced himself. “I was the performer in the Colosseum for the opening ceremony.”

“I thought that bulge of yours looked familiar,” Gene remarked with a cheeky grin. “And you’re right – I do suck cock like a pro. Is that all that brings you over here?”

“Good memory,” Gladius replied with a snicker. “I’m actually here because I heard you were comparing sizes, and I thought I could offer you something worth comparing to. You saw how much I’m packing in the show earlier, after all.” The horse cupped his bulge for emphasis as he spoke, showing off how his assets filled the crotch of his jeans.

“Sure, I’ll compare with you,” Gene replied casually. As nonchalant as he sounded, the hyena’s shaft clearly liked the idea. Where it had flagged to the point of near-softness, hanging heavily from the unzipped crotch of his jeans, it was already beginning to swell with arousal once more. “But the stakes are gonna be a bit higher than they were with the dragon. Winner gets to do whatever he wants with the loser. Deal?” Gene licked his lips as he spoke, remembering the delectable rod the horse was sporting earlier in the day.

“Oh, I’m gonna enjoy using that ass of yours. Deal,” the horse eagerly replied. He was already tugging his jeans down as he spoke, revealing a generous bulge in a pair of white briefs. He began to slowly tug the underwear down, showing off his plump, palm-filling sac. Even among all the other scents in the bar, Gene could smell the earthy musk of this horse’s package the instant he pulled his underwear down. It was all the hyena could do to stop himself from salivating right then and there.

The pink tip of Gladius’s cock had already begun to emerge from its sheath as he undressed, and as he slowly peeled the fabric down further, each moment saw his shaft growing and hardening, more and more length spooling out as his proud organ throbbed and swelled to erectness. Gladius was dragging the moment out as long as he could, eliciting a few whoops and hollers from eager fans as he revealed each inch of his body agonisingly slowly. It was clear he was used to performing from others.

As Gene watched, he had already reached down and fished his own balls out of his jeans. Like a pair of large apples in his fur sac, they amply filled the space between his thighs, hanging heavily beneath his own half-erect cock. The fans who’d been watching for a while knew the hyena’s rod had several inches to go before achieving anything near a full erection, but even in this half-hard state, Gene was already flaunting a rod that outsized the dragon’s from earlier.

Gene was nowhere near the showman Gladius was, and he unceremoniously began to pump his length as he enjoyed the horse’s strip tease. Both men were huge, but as Gene’s shaft grew harder and harder, several onlookers couldn’t help but notice: as impressive as Gladius’s own cock was, the hyena’s somehow looked even bigger – though it could easily have been an illusion of his small body.

“You’re gonna have to crouch to get ‘em lined up, big guy,” Gene remarked with a grin. “I’m pretty small, but I can assure you I’m pretty stretchy,” he added, suggestively.

Gladius huffed loudly, clearly enjoying the tease. He was mostly erect, sporting a cock that any horse could be proud of. As he stepped out of his discarded pants and underwear, he fondled his balls in one hand and stroked his shaft with the other. It wasn’t long before he was nice and hard, ready to compare. He stepped closer to Gene, relishing in the hyena’s diminutive height. He’d always had a thing for smaller guys, and this confident fucker barely reached his chest.

As Gladius crouched down, lining up his shaft with Gene’s, the hyena adjusted his hips so that the base of his cock was equal with Gladius’s. With his heavy balls resting atop the horse’s own pair, it was clear the comparison was a close one. Despite the nearly three-foot difference in height, the two males were similarly endowed.

“Fuck, you’re pretty huge,” Gladius said breathlessly. The erotic tension was almost palpable between these two as their steamy comparison unfolded.

“That’s what I’ve been told,” Gene replied with a smirk. “You’ve got a nice dick too. I love that big tip.”

Grabbing both his own cock and Gene’s, Gladius began to stroke the two together. Gene let out a deep, pleasured moan as his oversized cock swelled a tiny bit larger in response to the stimulation. It had been a long time since he’d found a guy close to his size, and he was more than eagerly enjoying the equine stud’s stroking. After several minutes of gasping and continued stroking, it was clear that both men were as hard as they were going to get.

The difference was slight, but as the two men frotted, it grew clear that the tip of Gene’s pointed head rose distinctly higher than Gladius’s – not by much, but by a clear half-inch or so. What’s more was that aside from the exceptionally large tip of the horse’s shaft, Gene’s huge tool was a bit girthier than the horse’s. The increasingly defined medial ring about halfway up Gladius’s shaft fell just shy of the hyena’s fat width, and even the hyena’s balls felt a little heavier, resting atop Gladius’s own pair.

“Damn, that’s impressive. I’m a foot long, so you’ve gotta be even bigger than that,” the horse complimented. Both men were leaking a steady trickle of precum by this point. “I don’t bottom often, so you’ll have to go gentle on me with that monster,” Gladius said, beginning to turn around.

“Hold on,” Gene said, grabbing his wrist. “I said the winner gets to do what he wants with the loser. Lucky for you, I’m a total bottom,” the hyena said as he guided the horse over to a nearby bar stool.

“With that huge thing?!” Gladius asked, incredulously.

“Yep,” Gene replied straightforwardly. “And I’m going to milk these big things dry,” he added as he cupped the horse’s large balls in both hands.

Burying his snout into Gladius’s sac, Gene inhaled deeply. “Fuck, the musk’s been driving me insane,” he muttered as he stroked his own fat cock. He was thoroughly enjoying the earthy, potent scent of the horse’s junk, and with every breath, it got even better. The distinctly wild smell of the horse’s crotch was tinged with the slight spice of a man who hadn’t cum in several days. Down there between the horse’s powerful thighs, Gene swore he could almost feel the steam radiating from that needy package.

Gladius was drooling a great deal of pre by this point, the slick stuff dripping over Gene’s mohawk and across the back of his denim vest. That didn’t seem to bother the hyena in the slightest, though, as he slipped his tongue out and slowly dragged it up one of the larger male’s heavy orbs, then the other. Eventually, the hyena even opened his toothy maw and slipped one large orb into it, gently sucking on the large testicle. That was enough to get Gladius moaning audibly, his abs flexing as his cock throbbed and he began to softly buck his hips forward.

Gene tried to fit the other large ball in his maw, but he just couldn’t manage both at the same time. Instead, he contented himself to continue sucking on the first for a few moments longer before moving onto the next, ensuring both orbs got plenty of individualised attention. By the time Gene was done with those balls, and he began to drag his tongue up the underside of Gladius’s length, the horse was whinnying in need, so eager to empty those hefty nuts across Gene’s little body.

Gene wouldn’t allow that, though. He still had other plans for this fantastic dick. With one hand, he gathered up some of the ample precum dripping from his own unattended dick. He began to slather some of that natural lube over the horse’s shaft before collecting more pre – this time, from Gladius himself – and using both hands to coat the horse’s large tip before moving down the remainder of his long rod. Before long, Gene had the entire shaft lubricated, and he was pulling his own pants all the way down. Gladius caught a flash of the dominant hyena’s pink underwear as he kicked his discarded pants and underwear away and began climbing up into the horse’s lap. Nearly standing on that stool, with the horse’s rod teasing beneath his tail, Gene was finally face-to-face with the larger male as he spoke.

“As badly as you need this, I need it more. I’m going to ride this big dick of yours until you paint my guts white, got it?” the hyena growled possessively.

Gladius could only nod in agreement. With Gene’s own cock pressed firmly against his chest, drooling still more precum, the horse was so aroused he almost felt dizzy. Then he felt Gene raising his tail higher, and the hyena pressed his rear entrance down on the horse’s tip.

To several onlookers, Gene looked as though he must have been too small to take Gladius’s large shaft. But finally, after several seconds spent gyrating his hips, the hyena began to sink down on that big dick. Then, as though the floodgates had opened, inch after inch rapidly sank into the hyena’s ass while he closed his eyes and groaned in raw sexual bliss.

As the hyena took more and more of Gladius’s rod, it wasn’t long before he reached the halfway mark. By the time that large medial ring squeezed in, a faint bulge in the hyena’s abdomen had begun to appear. Gene kept sinking further, making that bulge in his slim, furred belly grow even more defined. He was in bliss, taking the entire length of this big dick. Before long, he had sank down to the base, taking every inch of that footlong tool, and he felt Gladius’s balls bump against his rear.

Placing one of the horse’s hands on his belly, Gene encouraged Gladius to feel the bulge his large breeder was making. Gene’s own cock was just as hard, throbbing eagerly between his own belly and the horse’s abs, its tip nestled nicely in the cleft between Gladius’s pecs. The hyena began to rise up, removing several inches of that big dick from his rear, before sinking back down to hilt it again. Then he repeated the motion, beginning to build a rhythm as he rode the horse. Each time that medial ring brushed past his prostate, the hyena’s cock throbbed, squeezing out another large glob of precum. Every time he rose and sank back down, his cock twitched and throbbed as it glided along the larger male’s musculature. Gene was in such pleasure, he couldn’t help but tense and squeeze the long cock pushed deep inside him, eliciting pleasured moans from the horse he was riding.

Before long, Gene heard Gladius announce, “Fuck, I can’t hold back much longer…”

“Do it,” Gene ordered as he picked up the pace. Between panting breaths, he encouraged the horse. “Fill me with all that musky seed you’ve been saving up.”

That was all the invitation Gladius needed as his large nuts drew up tight in their sac. His cock was throbbing harder and harder, its tip beginning to flare as it rhythmically pulsated and orgasm overtook his body. The horse could even see the slight change through Gene’s belly as his flare swelled, bulging the hyena’s belly a bit further as it expanded. He threw his head back, moaning loud enough for the whole bar to hear while he filled Gene with all the cum his nuts had been producing for the past several days.

Gene was in bliss, getting filled so thoroughly by this big horse. His cock was twitching eagerly, clearly desperate to empty his own nuts, but he restrained himself. For the coming weeks of Fucktobre, self-restraint would be key. Besides, there were several more studs in this bar to milk before he’d be satisfied.

When Gladius’s climax finally began to die down, Gene slowly rose up, pulling himself off of the huge shaft that had speared him. With a last bit of effort, the flared tip of the horse’s still mostly-hard cock popped out of Gene’s ass, and with it came a small flood of potent, virile cum. The floor beneath Gladius’s stool was drenched in seed, not to mention Gene’s ass and thighs. Still, the punk grabbed his pants in a bundle and tossed them onto a nearby table. He was still achingly hard and he wanted to ride someone else.

“I’ve got plenty more training to do before competition. Who else wants to challenge me?” he growled out with a wide grin.