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This story was written for Shakal in March 2019. It contains M/M and M/Solo sex between consenting adults, as well as some dom/sub play. :3

A Visit to the Twink's Tavern

Reeve couldn't believe that he was actually here. He'd heard stories, what twink hadn't? But, for all the friends he had and all the connections he knew throughout the business and entertainment world thanks to the success of his department's VR rig project, the twinky tiger hadn't ever actually believed he would find someone to give him an invitation. Hell, up until the moment when the mouse with whom he was hanging out that night led him by the hand into an alleyway, approached a door in the side of a rather dingy old warehouse and rapped a very particular pattern of knocks upon a large, handle-less metal door, he honestly wasn't even sure that the Twink's Tavern was a real thing. For all he knew the mouse was just playing a game with him to see how excited he'd get by the idea, or might just as easily have been leading him down an alleyway to meet up with a bunch of studs, bringing them a new fuck-toy for the night.

Not that being a fuck toy for the night would have been a bad thing of course, but... to be honest, Reeve had never enjoyed the submissive side of being a twink as much as most men of his stature seemed to. It felt good as hell, and ending up sticky and sore by the following morning was always worth it. But, he didn't feel the absolute craven hunger for that experience which he knew that many twinks did. In fact, there were times when he wished, lithe and feminine body or not, that he could be the one in charge not just when he took other twinks or the occasional more averagely built lover to bed with him, but anyone and everyone, whether stud or even stallion in their own build.

Thankfully though, as Seamus ceased his knocking on the door and looked back at Reeve with an eager grin, the mouse seemed sincere as ever in his desire to share this miraculous place with the tiger. Sure enough it was just moments later when the warehouse door gave a loud thud as metal, mechanically driven locks disengaged from within, and with a hiss of pneumatics it retracted into the wall from one side. A faint lavender light emerged from within, as did the gentle throbbing of a mellow synth musical beat. Seamus grinned, squeezed Reeve's hand as the tiger stared through the door in wonder, and then took a step forward, then another and another after that, leading Reeve inside. Guiding the tiger into the miraculous, legendary bar that was the Twink's Tavern, and by doing so offering him the chance to find out just how many of the incredible rumours he'd heard about this place could possibly have been true.

"Over there's the DDR room. It's next to the console area."

Still holding onto Reeve, the mouse's hand and constant motion keeping the tiger from just falling still and staring blankly as the bar opened up around them following a short, enclosed little corridor in which several other twinks stood in the unmistakable black uniforms of bouncers, Reeve gawped in awe at the space. Sure enough following Seamus' explanations Reeve saw a whole stretch of the bar laid out with chairs and bean bags in front of various little islands of large, high definition TV sets with consoles plugged into them. Many were in use, and either alone or in small groups he could see a good two dozen other men, all twinks of course, chilling out, laughing and enjoying various games together. Through a door beyond he could hear music playing more loudly, and the rhythmic thud thud thud of feet upon arcade style dance platforms.

"The sofas there are just for chilling out. There's a quiet room without music over through that door on the right, and of course that whole area back there is for D&D, miniatures games, stuff like that. All those tables have adjustable surfaces for felt, or dry erase vinyl battle-maps, and the cases behind it are full of miniatures and scenery you can use. There's a small two screen cinema just to the left of the bar, and... oh, right, the bar! C'mon, I should introduce you to..."

Seamus was so busy with his eager explanation, he didn't notice that even as he continued to lead Reeve through the bar by one hand that the tiger's attention had been fully drawn towards one sight and one sight alone. Sitting back on the sofas beside which they were now walking, a slim otter who bore an obvious tent in the front of his plaid mini-skirt was sipping on a cocktail while leaning up against... his pet? That was what it looked like to Reeve, the bondage in which the other man was bound and the collar around his neck giving all the hallmarks of someone very much engaged in a dom/sub lifestyle. But, what blew the tiger's mind and kept him from hearing anything more of what Seamus was trying to say to him was the fact that the lithe otter's pet was a hulking rhinoceros. A true brute of a man, at least in his muscular physicality, but currently resting on the couch with his hands bound in leather cuffs behind his back, a ball-gag in his muzzle, a blindfold around his face, and a foot-plus long erection which was throbbing, drooling pre-cum and utterly at the mercy of the otter leaning with his head casually draped against the rhino's chest, and one single finger tracing its way back and forth along the underside of that huge cock as he chatted with a twinky rabbit sitting with a drink of his own close by.

Not ten seconds after setting eyes upon and revelling in the impossible wonder of seeing that first bound and captive stud however, Reeve's mind was blown a second time as a server strolled past himself and Seamus. The polar bear was wearing a gleaming black collar with a Twink's Tavern tag upon it. His arms were bound entirely behind his back in wrist to shoulder black latex bindings, a muzzle covered his jaws, and a tray strapped to his chest upon which he was carrying an array of deliciously fruity looking cocktails. He, like the rhino was rock hard and dripping pre-cum as he walked, but his eyes remained downturned submissively as he walked past Reeve and Seamus, making no move to imply, suggest or otherwise coax the twinks into believing that they were meant to be helping him out with regard to his present, visibly throbbing situation.

In fact, the more that Reeve began to look around not at the various features of the bar itself but at the people within it, the more he noticed that there weren't just twinks in this sprawling, chilled out space. All in all there must have been at least a dozen studs and even a couple of stallions present too, but while the twinks were engaged in a whole range of activities; drinking, gaming, dancing, laughing and chatting and just cuddling up together without any suggestion of anything more being wanted or indeed required, all the bigger, buffer men were similarly bound, collared, and either muzzled or gagged. Reeve had heard so many stories which proclaimed the Twink's Tavern was a safe space where twinks could go to just chill out and have fun without risking being spotted, seduced and whisked away for a night of being senselessly, blissfully pounded by one or a dozen huge, studly cocks. But, this was a whole new level of twink-centric relaxation and control. This wasn't just giving twinks a space where they could avoid the temptation of all the dominating, alluring and huge cocks out there in the world. It was giving them a space where they could be the ones to control those cocks, and to use them, or not use them on their own terms.

"Oh god..."

Reeve murmured as he watched a beautiful, huge and muscular wolf bound up just like the polar bear having the drinks on his chest mounted tray collected by a group of half a dozen twinks surrounding one of the gaming tables a short distance away. As each twink took their cocktail or soda or cider from the wolf, they thanked him warmly, and each reached out to give his heavy, grey furred balls a squeeze. All, that is, except the last of the six; a squirrel who took his cocktail and set it down on the table before dropping to his knees, shuffling forward, and for five or ten seconds engulfing the wolf's thick cock in his muzzle with loud, slurping strokes. Under normal circumstances Reeve would have expected to see the wolf start thrusting his hips, and if his hands hadn't been bound behind his back probably grabbing at the back of the squirrel's head and starting to shamelessly face-fuck him to their mutual delight. But instead, he watched as the wolf tossed his head back with a glassy eyed, muzzle-muffled whine of gratitude and unabashedly submissive glee, only to be left trembling, panting, and yet walking away again without complaint when just ten seconds later the squirrel stopped his suckling, returned to his drink and his friends, and left the wolf to start walking back to the bar, muscular body trembling and cock practically slapping up against his chest as it dribbled pre-cum and twitched in desperate longing at its stimulation and subsequent denial.

"Uh, Reeve?"

A slightly more firm squeeze from the hand holding his own and some words more obviously spoken directly to him drew the twinky tiger out of his reverie. He blushed as he looked back at Seamus, but almost immediately afterwards his eyes bulged at a whole new sight positioned almost directly behind the mouse. They had reached the bar, and now that they were there even in the soft lighting of the tavern's wide, open space there was no mistaking or further obfuscating what was present behind it. Amidst shelves with bottles of all shapes and sizes containing some of the most wide-ranging and high quality liquors that Reeve had ever seen in person, a vast St Andrew's cross was set into the wall at the bar's centre. In front of it the bartender, a twinky fox with the most gorgeous amethyst hued eyes, stood smiling warmly, welcomingly at Reeve. But it was what, or rather, whom was mounted to that sizeable piece of bondage apparatus which most acutely drew the Bengal tiger's attention. Another tiger was strapped in to the St Andrew's cross, spread eagled and stark naked aside from the thick black ball-gag holding open his jaws, saliva trickling liberally down his chin and slightly matting the fur of his neck in a couple of slick trails. At the perfect height for the bartender to reach out and squeeze it like a tap, the studly white tiger's huge cock was throbbing and drooling into a glistening, white liquid filled trough set into the floor below, constantly in motion; twitching, straining, throbbing with a large cock-ring set at its base. Between the tiger's legs, tucked away beneath his balls Reeve could just make out something that might have been a vibrator or at the very least a dildo mounted to the wall, and presumably resting within the tiger's ass as he shuddered and squirmed, chest heaving, eyes rolling and fluttering, and cock of course continuing to drool.

"Holy shit..."

Reeve croaked, licking his lips uncontrollably, instinctively as for a moment his mind surrendered to the submissive impulses he normally found overridden by more dominant desires, and he found himself imagining that huge tiger breaking free from the wall, grabbing him by the back of the head and starting to face-fuck him for what might as well have been hours upon hours on end. In those moments his eyes met with the white tiger, and he swore that the far larger, stronger feline male began to squirm harder in his restraints, and his cock to drool more, almost as though he had seen what the smaller, twinkier tiger was thinking, and found himself desperate but utterly unable to grant either of them the chance to make that fantasy a reality.

Dragging his gaze away from the other tiger, Reeve looked to Seamus. The mouse was grinning, and with a cocked eyebrow playfully teased the orange furred feline as he glanced down towards Reeve's crotch.

"So, you like it here, huh?"

Reeve followed the mouse's gaze, and mewled in embarrassment as he saw one of his own hands on the zipper of his somewhat tented trousers, his belt and the top button of the garment already undone, seemingly at his own behest. Before he could get too ashamed or humiliated though, the mouse stepped forward and rose up on his tip-toes to kiss the still small but somewhat taller, skinny tiger twink. It wasn't the longest or deepest kiss in the world, and it was far from the most wild or savagely passionate. But, the gentleness, the tenderness of it was unlike what Reeve had so often received from the studly lovers who were far easier to come by than other twinks, whom if they wanted to be dommed like he enjoyed domming people would normally seek out a stud rather than come to someone like him. Here in this place though, he got the feeling that such affection was perfectly natural. Perfectly welcomed between twinks. And by association, even before anyone else spoke, he got the feeling that perhaps he wasn't doing anything wrong by acting upon his sexual urges in this place which was on some level meant to act as somewhere free from all those expectations of twinky behaviour.

Sure enough, the fox standing behind the bar addressed Reeve just as his and the mouse's lips parted, and just as the mouse's hand slipped forward, replacing Reeve's own in rubbing and seeking to free his by now rock hard cock.

"The rules here are pretty simple, whether you're a newcomer or a veteran. With other twinks, spoken consent is absolutely vital. We may be within the city limits, but this isn't an anything goes zone once you step through that door. Some folks come here and don't want to feel any pressure to have sex, so if someone says no to you at any point, no matter the slightest degree of intimacy, you respect it. But, with that being said, if someone says yes, or if you want to do something on your own so long as it isn't interfering with others' ongoing activities, you and any other twink is more free to do so here than perhaps anywhere else in the world. When it comes to the studs though... obviously pets belonging to others require the twink's consent to touch or play with, but any of the servers here are free to use for whatever fun you wish. Tease them, edge them, milk them till they're blowing dry, dom them to your heart's content... hell, you could even make them dom you, though trust me when I say we selected these guys specially, so being a top and calling the shots is far from their forte. There's also the glory-wall over there..."

He gestured to the right, to a doorway through which a slender lemur was just walking, hips swaying, eyes glassy, cum staining his face and dribbling from his muzzle, and still dripping from his small, softening cock.

"...a fully integrated theatre playing a selection of our best twink-domming-stud clips if you don't like what's playing on the more safe-for-work screen, and several private rooms where you can watch any one of our back catalogue of thousands of clips on demand... or request the cameras be turned on in high resolution so that you can film your own to be added, with royalties paid via cash or added to your bar tab per viewing by other guests. And of course, you can always request a shot of the House Special in your drink. That always guarantees a good night ahead, as I'm sure that Seamus here can attest."

The fox turned as he spoke, reached out, and grasped the bound, gagged white tiger firmly by his large, thick cock. The tiger roared through his gag, and began to feverishly attempt to hump at the twinky bartender's paw. For just a few thrusts the fox let him, but as soon as a trickle of pre-cum oozed out over the vulpine male's dark furred fingertips he withdrew his touch, and left the tiger shuddering, grunting and humping at thin air for another ten or fifteen seconds before he sagged and sank back against his restraints.

"A... a shot of... y-you mean you'll... you'll let him... in my drink?"

Reeve murmured in awe, licking his lips once again as he made a jerking off motion with one hand. The fox's eyes widened, and beside the smaller tiger Seamus giggled in clear amusement.

"No. Believe me if we did that for every newcomer, it would scarcely be worth keeping him locked up at all."

The fox murmured, and as he did so pointed upward to what in his lust-stricken state Reeve had somehow managed to totally ignore thus far, prominent and obvious as it was. Resting upon the white tiger's chest, in fact hanging from two loops of metal which ran through the erect pink points of his nipples, was a sign. A sign upon which several words were emblazoned, followed by a section where it looked as though numbers had been erased and repeatedly re-drawn in a more heavily emphasised scrawl.

'_Days since last orgasm: 93 _'

Reeve shuddered, and as he felt Seamus still touching him, the mouse's hand having long since freed his cock and now openly masturbating him in the midst of the bar while he spoke to the bartender, he momentarily found himself worried that the mere thought of what the fox was suggesting might make him start to cum right there and then.

"Wait, so... all that in the tray down there..."

The Bengal tiger pointed at the trough full of thick, white, slippery, glistening seed. The bartender grinned toothily, and nodded.

"Just pre. Well, to be more specific, the last hour or so's pre. We'd have a flood behind the bar if we didn't empty it more regularly than that."

As if to make the point he gestured to the bound tiger's cock again, where in the wake of his recent stimulation the shaft was now straining and throbbing even more violently, pre-cum dribbling in a constant stream from its twitching tip in such abundance that had Reeve not been able to see the absolute frantic desperation on the other feline male's face in that moment, he would have been certain that the tiger was in fact in the midst of cumming hands free.

"So, would you like a drink?"

The bartender's question made another brief vision flash before Reeve's eyes; a vision of him with his muzzle wrapped around the other tiger's cock, the bound male thrashing, roaring, and flooding his muzzle and belly with cum until the rest of the staff here had no choice but to reset that sign upon his chest to zero. A moment later though the Bengal tiger was back to reality, and clearing his throat bashfully as Seamus let go of his cock in order to allow him to focus more on what the fox was saying.

"Uh... a drink? Like..."

Nodding slowly, patiently, the fox grinned.

"Yup. A cocktail, emphasis on the cock. Or a beer, or a cider, or some wine, or something soft if you're driving of course. I promise you, my leaky faucet here adds a special something to any beverage."

Reeve blushed, and nodded gratefully at the fox.

"Well, o-okay then. Sure. Yeah. Uh... whatever you recommend. I'm easy."

His cheeks burned hotter still as he realised what he'd just said, but he made no move to correct the statement, because either way it could have been taken it was equally accurate. The bartender nodded, and a few moments later Reeve was watching in awe as with a degree of flair that was entirely unnecessary in this already spectacular place but only further added to its wonders, the fox began to construct not just a cocktail for Reeve, but what the tiger soon realised was in fact the makings of his favourite cocktail. Some five minutes later, a final muddling of some mint leaves complete, the fox slipped the Victorian mojito off the bar at which he had been working in front of Seamus and Reeve, and turned around to face the white furred stud bound to the cross behind the bar. Once again he grabbed at the tiger's cock, and unabashedly, almost hungrily began to jerk the tiger off. Sure enough once more the buff male began to thrash and squirm and hump against the fox's touch, and as ribbons of thick, oozing pre-cum splattered out across the fox's hand, arm and even his bare, fluffy chest, Reeve saw several streaks of pre hitting either the side of, or splashing their way into the glass being purposefully held out before the throbbing, liberally drooling cock.

Seamus grinned as Reeve took the glass from the bartender, blushing as their fingers brushed together amidst the exchange and he felt a spark of almost palpable sexual excitement pass between them. Before the tiger could take a single sip though, the mouse patted him on the back, leaned in close, and murmured playfully.

"I'm gonna go say hi to some friends, get out of these clothes and chill for a while. I'll be over by the consoles if you wanna come hang out, but... I get the feeling that you'll find plenty to keep yourself entertained."

Before the tiger could respond, the man responsible for bringing him here in the first place was padding away, already starting to unbutton his shirt and to loosen and then step out of his own tented trousers. That left just Reeve and the bartender standing there, and the buff, still trembling, throbbing white tiger of course. He could feel both of those other men's eyes upon him, and though he suspected he knew what they wanted to see, Reeve found himself oddly shy in that moment.

"Uh, do I... what do I owe you for this?"

He murmured, feigning as though he didn't want to take a sip before paying for the drink and fumbling in his unbuttoned trousers for his wallet, even if they did operate a tab system here. His attempt to do so though was swiftly stopped by the fox who shook his head and held out a hand.

"No charge. This first one's on the house. Now, c'mon..."

The fox leaned forward over the bar, glancing down at Reeve's still rock hard and still very much exposed cock, then back up at the tiger's face.

"Take a sip. Just one sip to see if you like it. And then... well, then if you do, I promise you, that's only the very beginning of what the Twink's Tavern has to offer you tonight."

Reeve blushed deeply as the fox winked at him with one of those beautiful purple eyes of his, and a moment later he was lifting the glass towards his muzzle, shakily directing the straw protruding from the glass to his lips, and sucking down the pre-cum infused cocktail. The first splash of gin, the freshness of mint, the tang of sugar and lime, and... and then... his eyes widened. His hand tightened around the glass, and without even really planning on it, he began to suckle harder upon the straw. To fight to draw more of the rich, alcoholic liquid into his muzzle and down his throat as he tasted something else. Something rich and sweet and salty and utterly incredible. He drank and drank, downing a good half of the cocktail in a series of hurried gulps before stumbling slightly, his lips breaking their seal around the straw with a ragged moan as he moved to set the glass down on the bar.

He stared at the fox, grinning at him from across the bar's surface.

He stared up at the white tiger, the bound feline's studly body still quivering, still rocking his hips instinctively as yet more and more thick trails of cum oozed down his shaft's length, over his balls and to the trough set upon the floor below.

His eyes crossed. His vision blurred. His hands clutched at the bar to keep himself upright, and with a soft, desperate mewl of surprise and wondrous confusion, Reeve's own hips humped forward against thin air as a trickle of cum oozed from his cock, then a stream, and finally a more savage eruption as his shaft finally twitched upward and sent the first full on ribbon of his seed lashing out against the front surface of the Twink Tavern's bar. Without a touch, without any provocation beyond the taste of that drink and the hyper-focused awareness of the white tiger's pre-cum infusing itself into his being as he swallowed it, Reeve began to cum long and hard right there and then. For more than twenty seconds he stood gasping like a fish out of water, open mouthed, bulging eyed, wracked by intense pleasure which seemed as though it simply would not cease... at least right up to the instant when it did.

"O-oh... ohhh, holy shit..."

Reeve gasped as he lifted his head, as he blinked, looked around, and blushed as he saw several other twinks and a couple of the bar's studly servers watching him. His reddened cheeks twisted slightly however as a broad smile crossed his face, and he saw that the expressions upon the faces of those watching him were unanimously eager and excited. The other twinks looked overjoyed and happy for him, and the bound, muzzled studs... they looked every bit as worked up and needy for what he had just sprayed across the bar as the white tiger still bound and gagged behind the bar.

Turning his gaze back to the fox bartender, Reeve shuddered once again, and groaned as he reached down to squeeze out the last droplets of cum from his still rock hard cock. It felt good. Not just post-orgasmically good in a satisfying sort of way, but... the kind of good that almost made it impossible to stop stroking. So, he didn't. He rubbed himself again. And again. He shuddered, snarled softly, and whispered to the bartender in a fevered, overwhelmed gasp.

"I... I feel like I could cum again..."

The fox simply raised an eyebrow, and nodded teasingly.

"I feel like I want to cum again..."

Reeve added, to which the fox's smile grew wider, and his next nod more firm and eager still.

"You said there was a... a glory-wall. Is that... is, is that what it sounds like?"

The fox's muzzle burst into a beaming, toothy grin, and he nodded gleefully to the tiger. Reeve snarled, and looked over towards the room where he had been told it was situated.

"There are studs in there? Studs like... like these ones?"

He gestured to the tiger strung up behind the bar. To the zebra bashfully watching him from close by, arms bound, muzzle locked shut by an equine style bridle-gag, cock huge, flared and throbbing at the sight of the twinky tiger's obvious excitement. The fox licked his lips, and nodded once more.

A moment later, Reeve's clothes were in a loose, forgotten pile just in front of the bar. Drink in one hand, cock in the other, the naked tiger half stumbled, half practically ran his way towards that other room. He practically flung himself through the doorway, and his eyes lit up, his cock almost starting to spurt and cum all over again as he took another greedy sip of his drink, while setting his eyes upon the glory-wall itself. At not just a single hole with a cock dangling through it, or space for Reeve to insert his own, but a twenty foot or so stretch of wall with at least a dozen different sets of holes at varying heights and distances across its length. Holes not empty and waiting for him or another twink to fill them or attend them, but with a dozen or so studs positioned anonymously, seductively to be used at anyone who entered the room from this side's slightest whim.

Thick cocks and heavy balls hung down. Several asses with legs stretched back to leave only the backside itself protruding through the wall rested on platforms at the perfect height for a twink of Reeve's size. Every organ was surrounded on the wall by graffiti. By recommendations, teasing reviews, shamelessly lewd comments written around, about and sometimes upon the submissive studs' furred flesh itself.

And of course, sitting on a table nearby, were a selection of lubricants, of toys, of accessories ranging from vibrators to paddles for Reeve to make use of; making it perfectly and abundantly clear that from this side of the wall, the twink was the one calling the shots.

"Fuck yes..."

Reeve growled, his words alone enough to make several of the exposed body parts twitch, shiver, and to draw forth anonymous moans from whomsoever they belonged to on the other side of the wall.

"Oh god, I'm glad Seamus brought me here..."

The tiger moaned as he took a step forward, and began the almost impossible challenge of picking which one of these studly bodies he was going to have service him first.

"...and soon..."

He murmured teasingly as he reached a huge, knotted wolf cock stuck through a hole in the wall so slender by comparison that there was no way the figure on the other side would possibly be able to withdraw or move at all until such a time as his knot deflated. The tiger reached out, squeezed the knot hard, and then kept on walking as its owner gave a muffled, frenzied howl of ecstasy and began to hump, to thrash, and to paint the floor in front of his exposed, trapped erection with thick, needy strings of pre-cum.

"...soon, I'm gonna make all of you glad I came here, too."

By Jeeves

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