Page 43 of Gay Sex Club Collection

The human cried out with every thrust, and soon the orc thrust in one last time with a roar as he came deep inside him.

The human moaned with every pulse.

“Such a good human,” Lizardman whispered. “You’re almost done.”

The orc pulled out, dripping come as he did, and he howled, dragging his hand up the human’s back as the lizardman took his turn.

He pulled out his cock and tapped the head at the human’s gaping, used hole, making the human cry out.

“Put something in his mouth,” Lizardman said. “Shut him up.”

The orc gripped the human’s hair, forced his head up, and shoved his spent cock in the human’s mouth. He struggled and gagged until the lizardman thrust into his ass. No lube, though his ass was dripping.

They spit-roasted him, forcing him to take it at both ends, and the lizardman fucked him hard.

Like, hard.

He slammed into him over and over, making him gag on the orc’s cock with every thrust. He came with a roar, balls deep, jerking with every shot he put in him.

The orc pulled his cock free and the human slumped, completely spent.

Lizardman fought to catch his breath, still buried in the human’s ass, while the orc undid the cuffs and restraints.

The human groaned, letting his limbs fall heavily. Lizardman pulled out, and then together the orc and the lizard helped the human stand.

They took off their masks, and as they assisted him with aftercare, the three of them chatted and laughed. According to the notes, the three men would move to the sauna and hot tub.

And with a wave to me behind the one-way glass, the alien abduction scene was done.

Another one for the long list of weird shit I’ve had the privilege of seeing at the Gay Sex Club.

Pony Play

The room was set up like a stable—railings and saddles, bridles, bales of hay, some riding crops, spurs. And a small metal frame that was, according to my notes, a horse crush, a device used to stabilize horses to restrict movement for veterinarian visits and breeding programs.

Yep.

A breeding station.

This crush itself was smaller than a standard-sized horse crush. This wouldn’t fit an actual horse, but it would fit a human on all fours role-playing as a horse. It was sturdy and had a padded frame to support the pony’s weight and to keep it in place.

I’d seen my fair share of pet play in my time at the club.

Not just horses, but also dogs and cats. More puppy play than anything, and I hadn’t seen a pony play scene in a while.

I read the scene outline and was up to date with what was about to take place. What the participants would do, say, and most importantly, what they were not to do.

Membership to this club was exclusive and expensive, and only rarely did anyone overstep. Certainly not on my watch. Thank god.

As the scene began, a woman dressed as a farmhand entered. Faded jeans, riding boots, and a plaid shirt. Her hair was in a messy bun. I recognized her. We didn’t have many female staff at the club. She was one of a few and would often work supporting roles in a scene, as I assumed she was in this one.

Considering she was leading in a pony on a lead, it was pretty obvious.

The pony was a man. He was on all fours, wearing a leather pony mask, with pointed ears and a mane down to the nape of his neck. He was fitted with a bridle and two horse-hoof gloves on his hands. His leather pants were split down the ass, and he was fitted with a butt plug, which sported a high horse’s tail.

The tail was long, probably real horsehair at a guess. And he swished it as he trotted proudly beside the woman leading him. She walked him around the room, stopping by a bale of hay.

“Good boy,” she said, stroking his mane. “Such a good pony.”

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