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Jeger pulled the sleeves of the black security shirt over his arms before carefully sliding his antlers through the head hole, finally sliding the tight shirt over his strong chest, adjusting it a little and tucking it into his jeans, the radio hanging by his side.
"Thanks for giving us a hand at the last minute like this, Jeger," his friend Silvas said as he watched the buck change. "One of the security guards' wife just gave birth and well, you know how that screws up a schedule," the wolf continued as he tested his headset.
"No problem... I try to play this whole trip by ear so far, so I'm glad I can help out," the buck replied, smiling at his friend. Silvas had found out through Jeger's social media that he was in his city, and had reached out to him to do a replacement at an organized rave. Initially, Jeger had not been super enthusiast, but when he had found out that this was a booze-free, drug-free rave raising funds for toxicomany awareness, it had convinced him. In his line of work, he had seed addiction destroy more than one life.
"Just keep an eye out on the crowd around the DJ booth. Make sure to spot any flasks or plastic bags, and that no one's getting violent or showing inappropriate bodyparts, allright?" the wolf said, Jeger nodding as the two males shook hands. "Thanks again," Silvas concluded, before the two parted ways, Jeger posting himself near the DJ booth, the lights already low, the first dancers already starting to pour from the entrance. Mostly guys, though a few girls were also part of the crowd.
Soon enough, the buck was hard-pressed against the booth as hundreds of excited young people, draped in white clothes, rave pants and glowsticks were shaking it like the world was about to end. Everything seemed to be doing pretty good, until Jeger spotted something he wished he hadn't seen.
Two slim boys, between 18 and 20-years-old, were dancing together, grinding pretty heatedly into each other. Their clothing was fairly minimalist and flamboyant, but nothing to be shocked at, especially at a 18+ event. What the buck didn't like was the way they'd keep leaning into each other and kissing at regular intervals, looking more like a practiced routine than spontaneous kisses. Looking closer, he finally saw what he was expecting. The initiating twink, a black-furred bunnyboy, right as he kissed the blue-haired housecat, showed off a rather large pill on his tongue. Jeger grunted and immediatly started digging through the crowd, catching the two boys by the shoulder, dragging them out of the dancefloor and behind the DJ booth, through the small door leading to an employee-only room. The two boys squirmed as the strong buck held them in place, using a small flashlight to look into their eyes. Weirdly, their pupils were not dilated, and their protesting speech didn't seem altered. "What were you taking back there?" Jeger asked loudly, holding his paw out. The lapine blinked a few times, before grinning, reaching into his phats' pocket, muttering "Ooh, ok, mister, you got us..." and pulling out a half-finished pack of... Sweetarts. The buck looked at the pack of candy, sniffing the opened end, seeing and smelling nothing but sugar and artificial flavors. He sighed some, popping one in his mouth before giving the pack back to the bunny. "Sorry about this. Please just eat them normally or another guard will definitely have the same idea I got."
The two boys grinned, the feline purring. "Well I don't mind at all, Hope and I don't being roughhoused by a muscled, handsome security guard, you know," he said, batting his eyelashes, gently pushing his hip to the side, making his cute pair of neon briefs stretch softly. The bunny chuckled, himself giving some bedroom eyes to the taller male who had dragged him and his friend backstage. "You seem to take your work really seriously... Maybe we should show how seriously we take authority ourselves," he mused, feeling the buck's eyes on his slim, effeminate black-furred chest. "I'm sure you could use a little break anyway," he added, his short cottonball tail fluttering a little.
Jeger cocked an eyebrow and smirked at the audacity of the two boys, but his hardening cock was already taking most of the decisions now, both his paws reaching down to caress the lapine and feline's hips, making the twinks murr and perk softly. The buck's black jeans were getting tented, and there was no way he was returning back in the grinding crowd with a bulge like this.
He released both boys' hips, instead unbuckling his belt and opening his black jeans, tugging his tight security t-shirt from the waistband. He was wearing the pair of TM boxers Stripes had given him, and the twinks seemed to appreciate the touch, even though they forgot all about the underwear when the buck fished out his long, thick cervine mast, letting it hang semihard before him, letting their young, eager paws start caressing him as he sat down and relaxed on the nearby sofa. Hope half-straddled him, pressing his lips against the stag's, Jeger grinning as he tasted another candy on the bunny's tongue as they kissed, his paw squeezing the lapine rump. Mashuu had moved down to his knees, his own briefs tented as he wrapped his mouth around Jeger's mast, slowly sinking his muzzle down his powerful tool, slowly fondling his orbs as he started slowly bobbing up and down.
When the flavored sweet was melted and shared between Jeger and Hope, the buck broke the kiss, grinning at the slim lapine. "Go help your buddy out," he suggested, Hope smirking as he lowered himself to the floor, next to the blue-haired feline, the two boys starting to work their mouths together on that hard cock, lapping and sucking at the mast and orbs, making out around the tip. At the same time, Mashuu was helping Hope out of his pants, revealing the bunny's thong, as the feline's own small underwear was pulled down, revealing his spectacular rear and hardening cock.
"Mmph... I'm gonna cum, boys..." the buck warned, making the two twinks look at each other, the black bunny smirking. "Let me have his load and you can ride him," he suggested, Mashuu smirking and nodding, Jeger not even having a say in the matter as the lapine's skilled mouth engulfed him again, sucking harder and faster than before, triggering his orgasm after just a few moments, his thick member vigorously spasming as he sprayed his thick load down Hope's throat, the black-furred boy hungrily swallowing the whole thing.
Jeger was still panting when the buttnaked feline climbed in his lap, gripping his shaft, ready to impale himself on him, when the stag stopped him, making the housecat whine softly. "Mmh, come on... I thought studs like you always had a back-up load..." to which the security guard simply smirked, before flipping Mashuu on his paws and knees on the couch, planting himself behind him and grinding his generous erection between his asscheeks, before suddenly forcing his shaft through his rim, making the feline gasp and moan loudly as he started getting reamed fairly roughly from behind, his smaller, rock hard cock wiggling beneath his stomach as the long, thick cock wrecked his ass. To keep his friend from moaning too hard, Hope slipped himself on the couch, starting to hotly make out with the feline, stroking tongues, caressing his beautiful body as he felt it rock with the force of the buck's attack.
Another 10 minutes of hard sodomy went on before Jeger blew a second load far up the feline's rump, making sure to drain his balls and nice and empty this time before pulling out. Mmph, that should keep his dick at bay for the rest of the rave... maybe.
He sent the two re-clothed boys on their way after getting their contact info, buckling his pants up again, quickly rejoining his spot near the booth, where the DJ gave him a knowing smirk. Jeger simply raised an eyebrow at him, as to say "What?"
He later received a text from Hope, with a picture attached that showed both twink's bare asses, with the caption "Better than drugs" written across. Jeger smirked. That was a good lesson to learn.
PickupStrix
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