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You put on some jeans, a shirt and sneakers and wait for Rod to get dressed in a crisp cotton T-shirt, tight leather pants and leather boots. You go outside and head for home.

Opening the front door, you notice that adjustments have been made to accomodate your rhino lover. The ceiling is higher, the furniture sturdier, and stepping inside, it appears that they've added a fitness area, a sauna and a "fun room" with sex toys and a sex sling.

Passing a mirror, you also remark something through the fabric of your clothing. It appears you buffed up. Puzzled you remove your shirt, and looking back at you in the mirror is the figure of a toned, professional swimmer or athlete. Rod can't hide his pride: "Remember our little stint at the registration desk?" You see the sparkle in his eyes. "Well, my cum has some benefits." He slips his large hand in your pants and cups your cock and balls: "It makes everything a bit more... impressive. It gets the best out of your body type." He slips your enlarged member out of your trousers, squats, and takes all of it in his mouth in one gulp, deepthroating you with wild abandon. As he sucks and licks, bobbing his head with greedy speed, your cock hardens, getting stiff in an instant. Filled with the desire to mate, you've lost the ability to think, and your hands seem to place themselves on the head of your half-animal partner. A pool of rhino precum is trickling its way to your feet. It's lukewarm, coming from the beastman's cock, now unzipped and almost touching the floor. Rod has placed his left hand on your ass, to slam your pelvis harder in his face, and he is fingering himself with his right. As he senses you nearing your climax, he penetrates your rectum with his middle finger and starts stimulating your prostate. He then pushes his face as far as it can go, and the touch of the cold ivory of his horn against your sixpack releases an earth shattering orgasm. You hear Rod swallow the gushing streams of seeds you unleash in his throat. Your lover moves his head back, letting your deflated cock pass and kissing the head of it before letting it fall limply against your thighs.

Rod's dick however, is fully erect, engorged with blood, pulsating with need and radiating sexual warmth. His sweat made his T-shirt transparant, showing the chiseled contours of your potent Adonis. When he stands up, he laughs. "Want to see a trick?" He flexes his muscles and his T-shirt and leather pants rip and drop to the floor.

He stands firm, naked save for his leather boots, with his fists in his sides, biceps bulging again. His enormous cock is trembling in front of you, his balls boiling with need, he is breathing heavily, sweating, filling the room with the manly smell of testosterone. His towering stature is truly awe-inspiring, and you're sure he could break every bone in your body without a thought, if he so wanted. Although his eyes are enflamed with passion, you know he only wishes to bond with you - make you his. Sexually. Eternally. As if he reads you thoughts, he says: "I want to breed you" He slowly removes your clothes, takes you up and cradles you in his arms.