FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The BDSM Show

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Guaco, Eldingar, Dragonscale & Eldritch

_ _

The BDSM Show was for everyone and anyone that wanted to join in, whether they were taking their fun with others on the main floor of the club, or were performing on the stages set up around the club. Bodies heaved, dancing and groping, some making little groups for themselves, down on their knees, sucking cock, other males getting their backsides stuffed full, whether with toys or dicks, it didn't seem to matter to any of them. Clothing was optional and yet there was a good deal of merely revealing clothing and bare chests amongst the mixed leather and latex, though in the gay scene taking advantage of a place where they could really let their kink flag fly. Lights flashed, sweeping over the crowd in blues and purples and even greens too, though the tapir.

He was far from alone there, of course, Guaco not being a stranger to such events, even if it was a new place to him. He'd come alone, the lights flashing over his green coat, drinking in the sights with soft lust, wanting to join in but not quite able to cross that line. It was the sort of thing where he needed someone to take his hand and lead him forward, though there were plenty of dominant furries at the club, surely, that wouldn't mind taking him in hand.

Guaco scanned the crowd, catching sight of a feral dragon clad in blue scales sauntering through. He might have been nondescript, if he'd been an anthro, though there was no missing the rich, blue scales on a form like his, his tail snaking lightly back and forth behind him as he made a path for himself. His white horns protruded straight back from his head, a line of chunkier spike-like plates running down his spine from the back of his head, the flash of a pink tongue shooting out as he shot the tapir a cheeky grin.

Karrn may have been cocky when he was on his own, but a firm, dominant paw on him, dragging at his horns, perhaps, was all he required. He wasn't there to top anyone, casting his gaze over the stages, though there was one up there that had instantly caught his attention. Another dragon, just like him, but there was nothing submissive in the proud tilt of the drake's muzzle, how he held himself regally up beside a stallion who seemed to be hosting the night and a canine anthro with a skull for a face.

Interesting...

_ _

Eldingar did not catch anyone's eyes on him in particular, sitting up tall and proud on his haunches, his cock already out as the host called the attention of the crowd, those interested shuffling closer and closer. He'd been there before and knew the routine, scales prickling with desire, a rich, deep shade of blue with wings that spread wide on either side of him and a frill that sprung up from his head like a crest. The tip of his tail had a similar frill, spread out like a fan, but it was best used when directing his movement in the air. He was not often in his current form, more often than not using the magic flowing through his veins to remain as an anthro - though he was flexible in which form he took.

At the club, with the sea of hungry, submissive faces, which he would not remember, before him, his blue, ridged cock throbbed with need, eager for climax, eager for pleasure. Theirs, beyond what he had been asked to do there, would not be any of his concern... And yet they would get every drop of it they wanted anyway.

A feral dragon, anyway, was better to pound, to take crudely, roughly, shivering, even then, as he was with raw need. The dragon swallowed, baring his teeth in a feral grin. He barely even noticed his partner up on stage with him for the first "event", so to speak, a canine with a skull for a face, as bright and as eye-catching as he was. Eldingar, after all, had his own desires to lust for.

Zombie, however, was not looking for something as rough as the dragon that he was sometimes working at the club with, a well-known dominant there, but one with a gentler touch. That often surprised those that he was partnered with, for his canine skull face could be startling to some, though he was comfortable with his appearance, the bright pink ram-like horns curling back from his head. His fur was subtler, black and deep purple, though he'd worn a neon-patterned pair of chaps that left nothing to the imagination, despite the bright blues and yellows and greens, perfect for the club. For his cock was already out, swelling from his sheath, the base a little plumper, hinting at more to come, the tip tapered to a point in the traditional shape of a canine's shaft.

His ears perked up from either side of his skull, intact in a purple and black fluff, though the white interiors were further coloured by a sharp green, ears twitching back and forth to catch the medley of sounds surrounding him.

Being a skulldog, after all, did not mean that he could not have as much fun as everyone else, after all, parting his jaws lightly, tongue flickering back and forth tantalisingly inside. He wouldn't be the one there down on his knees, not as he casually stroked his hard-on, watching a particular green figure in the crowd, a tapir with a cute snout that he had not seen there before, tip forward. Maybe he wouldn't have noticed him if he was not so close to the stage, but Zombie had seen more than enough at the club to know when his interest was perked.

"Alright, alright, are we all having a kinky good time tonight?" The stallion host, a black stud with his mottled pink and grey cock already dropping from his sheath. "We're going to need a couple of volunteers for our fantastic doms up here - a rare find, Eldingar, and a favourite of the club, Zombie! Give them a round of applause!"

The crowd cheered and stamped, Karrn's tail flicking back, his need coming through, though he was bold enough to know when he could take the step, to take what he wanted - or at least put himself out there. His lips parted, revealing a pink maw, a couple of the anthros around him, for he was still larger than them, stepping away to give him space.

"So! The name of the game is orgasm control!" The stallion host said, though Karrn's eyes couldn't help but drop to his cock, again and again, throbbing wantonly. "You might want to cum, you horny subs, but you can't until your dom says! On edge and throbbing... Or maybe forced through multiple climaxes, all for their pleasure!"

The drake shuddered, the slit at the base of his belly plumping out a little, the pink of his shaft showing. Yes... Yes, that did sound very much like a good time to him. But how did he get up there? When were they going to ask?

The stallion cast his eyes about, though it was the throbbing of his cock that picked out a volunteer to request up, eyes landing on a certain green tapir, whose snout was wriggling all over the place in his excitement.

"Ah - good sir! Would you like to join us up on stage? Don't keep our studs waiting?"

Guaco squeaked, the tapir's eyes lighting up, even as his stomach twisted itself up into knots. What, really? Him? They were really going to invite him up? He was dressed lightly, of course, in a mesh shirt that didn't hide anything, the curves of his body thick and alluring, though the tight booty shorts perhaps could have been a little more modest, the latex highlighting his body nicely. But who was at a club like that to be modest?

Feeling all eyes on

"I volunteer," Karrn said, though his voice was soft, even as he raised his wing to make sure he was seen. "If there is no one else..."

"Oh-ho-oh!"

The stallion grinned, gesturing, inviting the large, feral dragon up on stage.

"By all means..." He said, flirtatiously casting an eye over the drake. "You will do very nicely with Eldingar here, fortunately for you. He's not always available."

Eldingar cocked his head, though didn't roll his eyes, even if it took quite a big effort of will not to. Sure, he wasn't always the most "out there" of dragons when it came to indulging himself, but that was because his life and living situation, how he preferred to be. Naturally, he was submissively, but his partner had a holding in the club, which meant that he was occasionally sent out to relieve himself, to take those carnal pleasures that, when Eldingar was the one in bondage, he was not able to take for himself. Yet only with other males, of course... For anything else was outside the rules laid out for him. And the dragon always obeyed the rules, even when they were of his own making.

But when he was allowed out by his partner to satisfy his desires in the most carnal of ways... His eyes burned with delight, cock hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with a drop of pre-cum that his partner to be, Karrn, as he introduced himself, couldn't drag his eyes away from.

Eldingar grunted, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth, not looking at Karrn's face, only his body.

"You don't need to know my name... I'm not going to remember yours."

Karrn shuddered bodily, his legs already wanting to bow submissively. Even though the other dragon was a good match in size for him, he felt small before him, the other drake hitting all the right spots. And he hadn't even touched him yet!

Zombie grinned, though it came off as a little more frightening than he intended, despite how it made Guaco's heart pound. They were introduced by the host, though the tapir could only wriggle in place, lost for words. It was as if a switch had been pressed, unable to escape the swelling lust of the club, those in the crowd kissing and fucking, lost in a swathe of heat through which he had to break.

"Now... Take orders only from your doms," the host said, stepping to the side to give them the stage. "And do as you will!"

Eldingar pounced immediately, the dragon's jaws hanging open as he hungrily pinned his prize, his victim. Despite being in his feral form, he was still quite adept with ropes with a good degree of dexterity left in his feet and toes, roughly and crudely binding Karrn. First, he lashed the drake's wings together, looping the rope to create a criss-cross pattern to keep the leathery folds tucked away. A spreader bar offered him more options for the blue dragon's back end, kicking it between his legs as he worked quickly to bind the drake's ankles to it. Yet he was not much of a "drake" anymore, bent over as he was, his legs forced wide, cock spilling out to hang down below his stomach, throbbing with desire.

"So needy..." He hissed through his teeth, though Eldingar was set on using him, on shoving his dick into him and taking his raw pleasure until he was good and done. "Good..."

More and more feral, losing himself in the best of ways. The drake finished his bondage on Karrn by binding his forelegs together - tight. It was not for Karrn to wriggle free, after all, as much as he hissed and moaned through an open mouth, the other dragon accepting everything that was happening to him as he was flipped over onto his back. Before Eldingar, he whined submissively, though could not even squirm without losing his balance on his back, not even a as a hard cock was presented to his lips.

As Karrn took that thick length into his maw, the dragon above him groaned, thrusting crudely, using his mouth as if it was a hole to fuck. Oh, gods... Karrn had not realised how much he'd needed that, groaning around it, letting himself slip away. He didn't need to exist, not at that moment, nothing more than a hole to fuck, a hole to be pounded, his cock hard, aching, yet denied attention so far. He didn't even know whether the dominant dragon was going to allow him orgasm or not, though he knew that he wanted whatever it was that Eldingar wanted of him.

Getting off? Oh, in the service of a dominant like him, that could wait, need surging through him, pre-cum spilling headily down the length of his cock. It didn't matter what he needed, not one bit, not as he slavered and drooled over that fat, blue length, running his tongue over the bumps and ridges, though it caught him off guard, not a standard shape. Something told Karrn that he wouldn't get to memorise it when he was pinned under the pounding, driving thrusts of the drake, wrapping his tongue around as much as he could, slickening it up as much as he could with saliva.

"Mmmmph..."

Eldingar might have gone in rough, but Zombie, though he watched it all with great interest, wanted for something softer, lighter, even if the firm strokes that his partner most craved would, surely, come at some point. Drawing the tapir in against his body, he held him firmly, licking the edge of his skull lips and teeth as Guaco all but swooned against him. He was so obviously submissive, though there was a playful spark in the thickly built tapir that he liked, curious to find more. And to find out what moans the anthro made in the throes of passion too...

"Heavy or light with bondage?" Zombie asked, running his paws teasing down Guaco's front as the tapir blushed, though it was merely from the heat in his body and not from any kind of embarrassment. "You don't have to go that heavy."

"Um..." Guaco could barely think straight, let alone get the words that he needed to pass on to Zombie, his dom, to break his lips. "Yes... Mmm, oh... Oh, yes, whatever you want. I'm good with it. No pain."

Zombie grinned, nodding, rubbing the side of his skull-muzzle against Guaco's snout, which curled back and forth delightedly, his flexible nose brushing against the bone, inviting the canine to more intimately explore him.

"Of course, cutie... But I'm not going to go fully easy on you..."

He might have been more of a gentle dom, of course, but Zombie could adjust himself to a partner too, using a set of blue ropes on the tapir so that he was restrained, tied up like a treat to be devoured, slowly, lustfully. With his cock out and hard, he didn't have much patience in tying Guaco up in bondage anyway, going for a simple arm to arm bondage with the tapir's forearms lying against one another behind his back. It was secure and tight without pulling at Guaco's shoulder blades, though Zombie wanted to keep flexibility in his submissive's body, at least for the moment. He wouldn't bind his legs, but there was a tightly fitted posture collar for those with moderate necks: perfect for the tapir!

Guaco grunted as the collar fitted into place, lines lying up the length of his neck and digging restrictively, though lightly, in under his chin, forcing him to keep his head raised. His cock throbbed, the fat swell of it showing through his latex shorts, though Zombie made quick work of those, yanking them down so that he was as exposed as the skulldog was. With the needy length exposed, pre-cum smeared wetly over the tip as Guaco was forced to his knees, a hard length of canine cock pressed to his lips as if in offering.

"Take it all down."

There was no opening to disagree in the skulldog's voice and Guaco moaned, readily obeying. He quivered, his back facing the ground, though the heady slops and slurps of the dragon devouring the other's cock could not escape his attention. There was just so much there surrounding him, forcing him to pay attention, even if he spared a moment to teasingly rub his snout, curling and twitching, over the skulldog's cock and balls, caressing them tenderly. For if there was one thing that Guaco was more than happy to pay reverence to, it was the strength of a dom, in however they chose to present themselves.

Yet the real treat came, despite the throbbing need between his legs, when he slid the hot length of smooth-skinned shaft into his mouth, gulping it lightly into the back of his throat in one slide. He wouldn't settle for anything less as he eagerly bobbed his head back and forth to please his dominant, Zombie groaned, jaws hanging open, the dark pits of his eyes fixed on Guaco in such a way that, even then, the tapir could not help but feel safe.

Safe where he was, controlled, used, dominated... He let go, allowing the smooth feel of the canine's cock to dictate his breaths, his moments, even though he swore his cock got harder and harder with every bob of his snout on Zombie's cock. That couldn't be possible, but they had said it was all about orgasm denial, so maybe it was just the illusion of Guaco knowing that he couldn't cum yet, that maybe he couldn't cum at all.

That was hot, so enticing, even as he curled his flexible tongue around the skulldog's cock, languishing in the moment, letting everything wash over him. It was not often that he got to experience such a deep sense of submission with another, but the canine made him feel as if it was possible, that he held the leash, firmly, so firmly that Guaco didn't have to have any agency of his own. He couldn't move, the posture collar holding him safe, stopping him from moving anywhere near as much as he would have if he had been free, the pressure reminding him, constantly, of his place there, his position, his undying submission.

And that was what submission was truly about, the trust, the letting go, the allowance of things that, in other parts of one's life, anthros (and ferals too, for that matter) held onto far too tightly. It was there that he chose to express himself, Zombie grunting above him, rocking his hips slowly but firmly, demanding more without words.

Moaning around Eldingar's cock, Karrn tried to slurp - but the drake had him pinned. Karrn squirmed helplessly, legs comically spread as his tail flopped back and forth, though it was only the feral drake's forelegs, on either side of him, that stopped him from rolling to one side or the other. He'd been put in such a humiliating public position that his heart raced, eyes trying to slide to the side to see the other pair, the tapir and the skulldog, though Karrn was more than happy with the dominant that he had been placed with.

Cruelly, Eldingar's hind foot came up, taunting him, rubbing the side of his cock, though the drake was careful to keep his sharp claws away from Karrn's sensitive flesh. The drake squirmed and thrust, though couldn't do anything on his back, wanting to cum right there and then, though, of course, he would be denied. He would be denied, controlled, until the dragon had deemed him fit to cum.

Eldingar, however, was in a better position to enjoy the scene, revelling in the attention, though he rammed into the dragon's maw hard and fast, lusting for the feel of a soft, pliable throat around his cock. A dragon's mouth, undoubtedly, was built for sucking cock, though he didn't have any need to hold back. Let the submissive please him, lust and twisting curls of need pulsating deep within his loins, thrusting harder and harder, using that muzzle like a hole as orgasm roared and he bellowed out his first climax.

Even Zombie was watching, his head slightly tilted at the ferocious display his fellow dom was giving, though he clearly did not feel at all like he had to match up to anything, for they were their own kind of dominants, taking and giving as it worked for them and the scene. Eldingar forced Karrn to take it all, though he didn't make it easy for him, thrusting and grinding even as hot splatters of cum shot from his cock, an orgasm that would have had impressive reach if he had been free. But it was spent messily into the dragon's maw, oozing around his teeth as Karrn wriggled and fought to take it all. The host commentated something on what was happening, though Eldingar didn't care, flushed with heat at being the centre of attention, his cock drooled cum and yet not softer in the slightest.

"Now..." He growled, preparing to roll and flip the dragon onto all fours again... "It's time for you to really submit."

Only for him, all for him. Karrn moaned his acceptance, head falling back, cum drooling and splashing from his maw, throat working even though he had not been able to gulp it all down.

Zombie watched the show, though he could barely stop his excitement as the soft maw of the tapir closed around him, his cock slick and throbbing. Yet if he was going to spend one load, he would do it in the tapir's backside.

"Come here, cutie."

The tapir shivered, yet Zombie handled him confidently, getting him on his back on a small, padded bench, which was wide enough that Guaco did not feel that he was going to spill off the side at any point. At the same time as Eldingar thrust his long pole of dragon meat into Karrn's anal ring, Zombie lined up with Guaco's, though with Guaco on his rather than all fours like Karrn was.

The moans of the submissives filled the air as the crowd went wild, stomping and cheering, lusting for the scene. Zombie would have exchanged a sly grin and a wink with Eldingar if the dragon had been interested in that sort of thing, though the dragon was too caught up in thrusting to obviously care. It was as if no one else existed in the room for the drake but himself and the submissive he was fucking, bearing down over the other feral dragon, forcing his front half to bow to the stage while his back end was left hitched up in the air.

It was hot to watch, but nothing like thrusting with long, powerful, driving grinds of his hips into Guaco's rump, watching conflicted emotions cross the tapir's face. Guaco was clearly close already, though the skulldog smirked inwardly, keeping up the pace just in the right way so that the tapir could not fall too quickly. It was not the way of it, dragging it out, stalling Guaco's climax and inevitable pleasure for as long as possible.

The tapir, however, didn't have to know in any way that his pleasure was inevitable.

Guaco moaned, his head rolling to the side, trying to focus, though the blue shapes of the dragons coming together, the roars and snarls that filled the air, seemed so much bigger and more forceful than him. Even though he was still quite a good size, not small or diminutive in any way, the dragons fucking there, making the stage echo with stomps of the dominant one's back feet, made him imagine he was so. And the cock sliding in and out of his tight tail hole opened up him so beautifully, made him want to rock onto it and ride it, even as the skulldog's paw brushed his cock.

Whimpering, Guaco moaned out a begging plea, though Zombie pulled back, lightly brushing his cock, testing his readiness.

"You don't get to cum until I say you do," he growled, though the softness was gone from his tone. "Understood?"

"Ugh... Unff... Y-yes, ohhh!"

He did understand, though he wanted more, the crudity of the hot spill of his semen across his belly. He didn't get to fill a maw or a tail hole with it - but, for Guaco, it was far better to be pounded, to feel every ripple coursing through him.

To not be in control...

Guaco whined, watching the dragons, the sheer power of the larger one... What was his name? Eldingar? Oh, at a time like that, even Guaco could barely remember his own name, thrust after thrust powering into him, backing off when he moaned more loudly, his cock flushed full of blood and harder than ever.

Yet Eldingar only cared for his orgasm, his dominance, forcing his submissive down. He didn't need to be as kind as Zombie was being, snarling, heaving, dominating his partner with the pinning force of his body, weight bearing down heavily over Karrn's shoulders. The blue dragon's tongue hung lustfully out of his muzzle, his backside in the air, though, even then, Karrn took care to not let his tail smack back against Eldingar's stomach, not wanting to hinder his dominant in any way.

"Don't you dare cum..."

Karrn moaned. Oh, why did he have to make it so difficult? He would have been happy to lie there all night and be railed, if only Eldingar would have him! Why couldn't they have a game like, "make the sub cum as hard as possible", hm? That would have been better!

Yet it was Karrn who had volunteered, though he realised, in the scuffle of changing positions, he had ended up with the skulldog and the tapir in his line of sight. That gave him something to focus on, sealing away his moans as much as he could behind clenched jaws, shuddering in place. He only had to think about not cumming, no matter how easy it would have been to allow himself over the edge, focusing on all the little details around him.

If he didn't look at the big picture, after all, maybe that would make it easier on him...right? If he focused on the shift of the skulldog's fur, the thrust of his hips, how the tapir's nose fluttered, soft and flexible, making him wonder how it would feel on his own body...the mechanics of it all...that would help him hold back?

Karrn growled, licking his lips, his anal ring clenching hard around Eldingar's cock, as if he was trying to suck him deeper and push him out at the same time. Oh no, no... But yes... He needed it, wanted it, eyes fixed on the horny show before him, chin on the wooden stage, watching how the tapir moaned, his snout wriggling, the bounce and wiggle of his cock above his belly. He would have happily joined in to service that cock, forgetting himself, though Karrn had been known to cum without even having his dick touched on more than one occasion before.

"Stay still..."

Karrn hadn't realised that he was squirming, not as Eldingar thrust and he tried to focus, so very desperately. The aching burn in his cock had him at the edge, but, just as he was about to cum and lose complete control, the dragon above him backed off - but only a touch. He didn't want to make it too easy for Karrn, not when he was succulently indulging his own pleasures, Karrn shuddering, moaning, trying to rock and grind back on his dick with every ounce of freedom in his bondage that he had. Which was, it had to be said, not very much at all.

"Oh... Please... Please..." Karrn begged, rubbing his muzzle submissively against the stage, not caring how he looked to the lust of the crowd. "Take me, fuck me, make me cum, let me cum!"

But Eldingar only leaned more heavily above him, spreading his wings dominantly, the studly dragon suddenly appearing larger and more powerful. Karrn swooned, the tightness in his tail hole swelling, as if Eldingar's cock was getting bigger, but it was all that he needed, all that he craved.

"Don't you dare cum."

Eldingar was not to be argued with and Karrn whined plaintively, though obeyed. His body ached, on a hair trigger, as if all it would take was one tiny slip in concentration for him to lose complete control. Yet he could not, would not, grinding his teeth together as he was kept on the edge, hammered into with ruthless, punishing strokes. Just the thrusts that he needed.

"Mmm, take it, but no cumming yet, tapir."

Guaco shuddered as the skulldog referred to him as his species, the phrasing doing odd things to his stomach, making it turn over in the best of ways. He moaned aloud and nodded, doing his best to hold back, though it was so much easier for him, on his back with his arms slightly uncomfortably pinned under him, to let go, to give that control over to someone else. He barely knew Zombie and yet the dom took good care of him, slamming in much harder and faster, making his head swim with lust, as soon as Guaco was at least somewhat in control of himself.

Ah, but it was the skulldog who kept him there on the edge, changing back and forth between very hard and fast strokes and slower ones, even slowing to a halt completely at some points. Guaco didn't have to deliberately hold back and edge himself, but he clamped his mouth shut and swallowed his moans, his body aching desperately for release. Yet he had resolved to be good, to be pleasing, to do everything he could, over and over again. He felt the eyes of the crowd on him, exulting in the fact that he was, at least in some way, riling them up. Of course, the dragons were louder, the blue drake staring at him, glassy-eyed. Perhaps he didn't really see him, but Guaco still tried his best to shoot Karrn, at least, that's what he thought his name was, a breathless grin, lust curling deep within the pit of his belly.

Zombie took everything in, but he did not have to hold back. No, not at all, not as he took his pleasure, driving deep, spending his cream inside Guaco's rump without slowing his driving, rougher thrusts. The cries of the tapir told him he was more than on the right track to making sure he was having a good time too, the skulldog's body quivering with repressed need, the flow of finally spending himself. Creamy cum spurted thickly inside Guaco's backside, oozing and drooling out along the length of his cock, yet the skulldog barely rested for even a moment, his cock hard and ready, thrusting on.

"Not yet for you... Not yet."

He kept eye contact with Guaco - well, as much as he could, considering that he did not technically have pupils like many anthros in his skull face. But the meaning was there, the intensity of the connection between them, revelling in the delicious tightness around his cock, how Guaco squeezed around him as if, even then, he was trying to give Zombie as much pleasure as possible.

Zombie liked that... He liked that rather a lot, in fact. Guaco was a partner that he could very well see himself having fun with even if they were not at the BDSM club, claiming his attention despite the cacophony of the crowd, the passion of them, the rampant horniness that would ebb and flow amongst them throughout the night.

But he could languish where he was too, letting it all roll over him as he thrust long and slow, squelching into the tapir's tail hole, relishing in it. He needed it all and licked the outside of his skull's maw as he thrust. He could be greedy and claim it, though taking Guaco along for the kinky ride was all part of the fun.

Seeing the skulldog climax, Eldingar was not to be outdone either, the dragon growing, letting it flow through him, the heat of blood pulsating around his body, as if the beat of his heart was no longer suitable merely to control that part of his body. He thrust harder and harder, forcing Karrn to hold back with every fibre of willpower in his body, whining and moaning, his eyes closed against the onslaught of lust.

Yet he would have to find a way through, even as Eldingar, once more, emptied himself inside the drake, adding to the first load, the slick mess drooling thickly from his tail hole. It might have stayed deep in there for longer if the dragon had not thrust so wildly, pinning Karrn down in his bondage, all while the drake fought and squirmed, trying to hold back.

Oh, but it was hard, especially as he watched the skulldog fill the tapir, thrusting more determinedly, as if he was not going to let him stay on the edge for much longer. It was a build-up, yes, but he wasn't sure how he would feel if there was no payoff anymore, needing it, craving it, tongue hanging out of his mouth as if he really was nothing more than a cock hungry whore that could not control himself.

No... Karrn thought dimly, leaning back a little more into the savage, pounding, driving force under his tail.

"Are they going to let them cum? Or not, folks?" The host raised his voice into the microphone, though neither submissive caught the wicked grin on his face. "Cheer for them now and stomp your feet! Let every orgasm be in celebration of what they have, so far, been denied!"

The roar of the crowd overruled the music, drowning out all else as Karrn whined, rocking his head back and forth, wanting it, needing it, mindless to anything else. The drake's lips twitched, yet he didn't have anything at all like a growl left in him, helpless as Eldingar slammed in, ruthless, pounding, driving, taking his pleasure, stroke after sloppy stroke.

"Cum."

Oh! It was there, but so quiet that he almost missed it. To his horror, however, it was the skulldog that said it to the tapir, who squealed happily, a cry that was only broken off when Zombie gripped his cock, pumping him hard and fast in time with his thrusts. Yet Guaco had been so close to the edge already, clearly, that he couldn't help but climax, thrusting and grinding up from the bench, though it was mostly just a rocking of his hips, the skulldog holding one leg up in the air as Guaco spent his cream all over his own belly. The tapir's eyes half-closed, losing himself, yet Zombie was there with the solid, reassuring presence of his body, keeping time, thrust after thrust, keeping the tapir going.

"Mmm... Maybe..."

Eldingar slammed in, baring his teeth in a feral grin as he took his partner, the hole in which he had chosen to spend his load, need, once more, rising within him. It was not to be held back, not as he greedily took in the sloppy mess that the skulldog had made of Guaco. He growled deep in the back of his throat, in a moment of mercy deciding to take pity on the dragon under him.

For it was at the point of yet another orgasm for Eldingar, his wings flared and boldly spread, that he allowed Karrn, finally, blissfully, to cum. It was a whispered hiss of a command from Eldingar to Karrn, though the dragon still caught it, eyes wide, every muscle in his body strained with blissful tension. And, when his orgasm erupted, spilling over the stage in a messy deluge of cream, it was almost painful for Karrn, the dragon had been in such a great state of need. Even Guaco, in a state of post-orgasm bliss, lifted his head, his lower jaw falling slack, Zombie still thrusting. Every eye in the room was on them, or so it seemed, Karrn shrieking out his pleasure, spending a dirty load of cum onto the stage.

"And that there is what we call a release!" The stallion host said, laughing as he twirled the microphone around his paw. "And what a release it was! Are you feeling good there, boys?"

Karrn didn't answer, still climaxing and rolling through his long, powerful orgasm, the pool of cream under him growing larger and larger, though Guaco managed a weak nod, faint with the posture collar, of course, still in place, still light-headed. The skulldog teasingly stroked his cock, though Guaco had nowhere to jerk away to, too sensitive for such touching.

One thing was certain, however, as the night at the club moved on, that all four of them would again find themselves in one of the many backrooms for more pleasure, Karrn stuffed repeatedly while Eldingar got to relieve his rougher needs and Guaco pleasing the skulldog, over and over again, in whatever way he asked.

For all, there could not have been a better night, not even as the show rolled on.

And Guaco, most certainly, would be back again to the BDSM club to see Zombie perform next time too!