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Releasing Inhibitions

"So the free-for-alls happen behind that black door. They call it the 'dark room', but there's enough strobe lights in there to give an epileptic a seizure. Don't be surprised if someone tries to lead you back there. Or uh, if I disappear for a bit."

Adam perked his little possum ears up as the wolverine continued chatting, soaking in the rhythmic blues-rock tune blaring over the speakers. He looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow.

The wolverine playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Ey, drink a little and loosen up! You'll know what your heart desires."

"Rather my dick, yeah?"

"Haha, you'll get the hang of it real quick!"

The possum took in the whole scene in front of him. After dragging Grey - his wolverine friend - to a drag bar last weekend, he had agreed to step out of his comfort zone and let him choose where to spend the Saturday night. When he met the wolverine downtown and saw that he was clad in a muir cap with a leather harness peeking out from underneath a jacket of the same material, he knew he was in for a trip.

In his patched denim vest and scuffed black jeans he still felt underdressed, but not entirely out of place - if it wasn't leather kink gear the men around him were wearing, it was something closer to casual. Unbuttoned shirts to reveal chests with tight pants or shorts to reveal as much as possible. The casual crowd was sorely outnumbered by the other, though - a wolf in a pup hood and tight mesh shirt was talking to an absolutely ripped doberman wearing nothing but leather chaps and a jockstrap. Adam couldn't help but ogle the dog's bubble butt for just a moment. The stubby tail above those two mountainous cheeks started wagging, and he noticed the doberman had caught him staring!

He blushed and looked away, following Grey over to the bar who had witnessed the whole scenario.

"People remember stares in a place like this, I find." He winked.

"What, you think he'll proposition me for the fuck room?"

"I mean, that's more or less how this place works, man." The wolverine waved down the bartender, a chiseled ram wearing an open leather vest. He had corks on the end of his horns - you usually didn't see horned furs wearing those in public, but maybe he had a mishap with the rows of alcohol bottles behind him.

"Hey Grey, who ya bring along tonight?" The ram briefly eyed the possum up and down.

"Just a curious friend is all."

"Well Grey's possum pal, I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Gimme a Jaeger, Marty."

"And for the curious friend?"

"I'll have a rum and coke."

While the wolverine chatted with the bartender, Adam surveyed the scene once more. Two chairs down was a burly bear who looked more like a dejected dad than a regular patron, and attempting to chat him up was a twinky gazelle dressed a bit too flamboyantly for the crowd. Actually, wait a second -

That was Devon - the gazelle he was in a psych class with! They chatted on occasion because they both happened to frequent the same drag bar. He leaned back and raised his paw up, trying to catch his attention.

He couldn't quite make out what the antelope was saying, but the bear he was hitting on could not be more disinterested. Thankfully Devon caught the possums wave and his eyes lit up in surprise.

He sauntered over to the empty barstool, clearly a little tipsy. "Aaaadam! Fancy meeting you here!" He spoke with a hint of slurred speech, trying to make himself heard over the speakers.

"I could say the same!"

"This your first visit?"

"Yeah! Still trying to, uh..."

His drink arrived.

"Feel the vibes?"

"Yeah, that's about it.

"Well they're nothing like The Unicorn, man! Shit gets a whole lot raunchier round here."

He was clearly referring to the wild backroom sex, and his eyes drifted toward the black door, watching a musclebound tiger exit wearing nothing but athletic shorts and and a dazed, content look on his face.

"Uhh...Yeah."

The gazelle caught on to his unsure demeanor."It's alright to be tense. First-timers tend to need a little liquid courage...Have you like, never been in a threesome?"

Adam would hardly call himself inexperienced, but.."I've kept it one-on-one since high school."

"Well, we can keep it one-on-one..." The gazelle waggled an eyebrow. "Probably have an audience though."

Grey piped in. "Ey, you didn't tell me you have more than one fag friend! Who's this walking glitter bomb?"

"Excuse me? Walk-"

"He's someone from the Unicorn."

The gazelle scoffed. "Someone from the unicorn...You wound me, Adam! Have I been replaced by this musky third-rate leather daddy wannabe?"

"Excuse me!?"

The three bantered back and forth, throwing jabs at each other for about half an hour, getting progressively more rowdy. Adam didn't know how much he had consumed when he got up to walk to the bathroom. The wolverine offered to go with him, seeing that his friend was a bit inebriated, but the possum refused.

The dimly lit club floor wobbled gently - or was it him? - as he found his way to the bathroom. It wasn't hard considering the door was wide open. He steadied himself against the wall with one hand and relieved himself into a urinal.

After zipping his fly up he went to wash his hands, only to find himself side by side with the doberman he had been caught staring at. His ears lowered in embarrassment.

He could feel the doberman staring at him now. "Hey, kid. It's alright to stare if you want."

He turned his head slowly, taking in the sight of the doberman once again. Against the bathroom lighting things were a bit clearer. The doberman had nothing on his upper half, revealing juicy tan pecs and hints of a six pack. Turning his gaze upwards, the canine's eyes were narrowed and his teeth were bared in a grin, a muir cap sitting between two pointed, alert ears.

The dog advanced, suddenly pressing his body against the possums. The leather-clad doberman was only a head taller than Adam, but he suddenly felt much smaller being so imposed upon. Not knowing where else to look, he found himself staring downward at a zippered leather jockstrap. As the dog wrapped one arm around from behind, Adam let one hand give the package a good grope, feeling its weight in his paw.

"Mmm, you're a cute little punk. Come to the back with me and I'll let you unzip it..."

He hesitated. Did he really want to go back there with a stranger? I mean, that was the point of the club, right? He pulled away from the dog silently.

The dobermann took that as a no. "Well I'll be with my pup in the dark room, kid. Do stop by..."

And with that he left the possum to wash his paws, blushing profusely.

"Ya suck his dick?" Grey practically shouted as the possum sat down.

Devon gave his muzzle a cursory sniff, invading his space. "Naw, he didn't do shit."

"Wellll, he invited me in the back, if that means anything."

The wolverines eyes widened. "Uh, that means you go! That guy and his big puppy would absolutely obliterate you dude, you would love it."

"OK, but like -"

Grey put one hand on his friends shoulder and looked him right in the eyes. "Adam, I will personally escort you there and watch if you're that worried about things going south."

"Me too." Devon piped in.

"No one asked. Look." Grey reached for the possums crotch and gave it a squeeze - he was already sporting a boner. "Your dick clearly desires this. Just do it! Why waste a chance for a threesome with two hunky dog dudes?"

"And you know they have crazy sex."

Adam sighed. "Yeah, they definitely do." Adam gave his denim vest a tug and stood up. They were right. That doberman and his beefy sub would both ruin him, and at the same time. Inhibitions be damned, if he was going to have a threesome it was gonna be the best damn threesome he could possibly come across - and he couldn't think of anything better than those two.

"Oh Hell yeah, here we go!" As he got out of his seat he heard Grey do the same. He passed by the rest of the bars patrons with some gusto in his steps. He was doing this, he was really doing this! In the corner of the club was a metal door with the words 'Dark Room' etched above it in some western-themed font. Some disco song was pounding through from the other side. With nothing left to lose, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

True to its namesake, it was a rather dark room. Only the far left wall - where he was standing - was lit up. Looking over to the right he just saw a mess of strobe lights flashing over bodies in various states of coitus - some were pushed up against walls, others bent over tables. Silhouettes blended into each other on a small dance floor, and further off a group of furs were surrounding some nude figure on a sling. Over a pounding beat he could make out noises of pleasure, moans and grunts drowned out by the music.

He turned his eyes back to the left wall. There lounging on a leather couch was the doberman, chatting to the wolf - pup - who kneeled in front of him. In the light he could see that the wolf was now completely nude short of the mesh shirt, the whereabouts of the rest of his clothes a mystery. With little trepidation, he walked over to the two of them. The pup cocked his head at his approach, but the dobermann immediately beckoned him to sit.

As he did, that same arm wrapped around him again, pulling his face close to the smoky scent of his cigar. "Glad you decided to join, kid." He blew a puff of smoke just over his head, using his other hand to feel under the possums shirt. He leaned into the big doberman, letting his fingers trace from his pecs down to his pelvis, stopping at the zippered jockstrap before. He had never seen such a thing before, but was curious to free what was hiding inside.

The doberman started gently necking at the possum, Adam gasping at the sudden nibbles through his fur. As his fingers danced around the jockstrap, the canine whispered words of encouragement in his ear.

He nibbled back as best he could, letting his teeth run over the canine's throat and jaw. Nimble possum fingers found the zipper and he pulled slowly, savoring the sound it made as it was opened.

"I got my whole dick out, and you still got your damn jeans on. Pup!" The wolf at their feet shuffled, and his sneakers were suddenly pulled off. He caught on to what was happening and unbuckled his belt just in time for the pup to tug at his jeans, enough for them to get pulled down after a few tries.

The doberman wasn't too hard yet, but he could see the red rocket peeking out of its sheath and used one hand to massage it, feeling it grow in his hands. The doberman had taken to Adam's package, a hand sliding up his silk boxer briefs to squeeze and caress his prick. He felt a wet nose nuzzle at his balls, suddenly aware of the hulking wolf who had made his way between his legs. Teeth carefully pulled the briefs down, leaving his privates completely exposed.

'This isn't fair, I'm being tag-teamed!' He looked out for Grey, catching his silhouette in the middle of the room with Devon all over him. Through that, the wolverine was watching the scene closely, and he sent Adam a thumbs-up for encouragement.

With a tongue gently lapping at his balls and the base of his cock and paw-pads sliding along his length, he was growing harder every second. The doberman pulled his head back a little, just to dive into a full on, passionate kiss. The dogs tongue wrestled with his own, the taste of the cigar - a little sweet, but strong and smoky - entering his muzzle. It was sloppy, but in the best of ways, unconcerned about any rivulets of drool that came out as they continued their tongue wrestling. He could feel a bead of pre leaking from the canine's dick, the two of them now both rather excited.

The doberman pulled back his mouth and hand, Adam whining as the kiss ended.

"Y'know, we saw you starin' at my ass before." The possum blushed.

"And I got to thinkin', my usual seat isn't here tonight. So tell me kid, what did you wanna do to this ass?"

'Oh my god, he wants to sit on my face with that gargantuan behind.' He almost couldn't get the words out of his mouth. 'In front of all these peo-' He stopped his own thought short. He was already on a couch with his dick out and his balls still being slobbered over. He laughed out loud, fully realizing that he didn't have to worry about a damn thing back here.

"Well sir, I'd love to be your seat." He surprised himself at how forward he was.

"Up, puppy!" The wolf stopped lapping at his nuts - now drenched in doggy drool - and got on his feet. The doberman - Sir? - stood up as well, holding onto the possums arm and leading him to a rather large, sturdy black table. The top of it was padded with some kind of leather for comfort, and he was guided on top of it.

He laid on his back, his legs sort of dangling off the end. Sir walked slowly around to where his face was located and quickly swung his legs over the table, then hopping upwards, kneeling with both knees on one side of the possum. As Sir scooted forward, be caught a great whiff of his dick and his musky balls, sweaty from having been trapped in a leather pouch for so long. Then his taint, which reeked of the smell of stale sweat. He hoped that the doberman cleaned up shop beforehand...

And he had - not that it made things any less muskier. The canine's behind was sweaty - really sweaty, and as those two soft cheeks started to press against his muzzle, the earthy scent of ass started to dominate all of his other senses.

"Lick," the doberman commanded, and he did. The salty, sweaty taste didn't dissuade him one bit - his licks lashed around the edges of each cheek, slowly being drawn into the middle with every inch lower that Sir sat. The pressure was mounting on his pointed muzzle as his tongue breached Sir's hole, and heard a sigh of pleasure.

"Oh yeah, that hits the spot." All he could see was brown and black fur when he felt his legs lifted up from the end of the table. He knew it was coming - why else would he leave himself dangling like that? He wasn't sure what to expect - fingers? Lube? He hoped they wouldn't go in dry -

Wait, it's that familiar wet nose that was sniffing at his boxers a moment ago. The puppy had opted for rimming the possum! He wiggled his own behind as a big drooly dog tongue wasted no time getting familiar with his rear end, the wet nose quickly turning into a tongue lapping at his asshole. As big paws spread his cheeks wide those licks grew more brazen, more thorough, the tongue going in as far as it could. That just prompted Adam to rim Sir harder, who kept grinding directly down onto his muzzle. If he wasn't careful, he worried that his whole snout would get sucked right in...

Even with no one paying attention to his cock, he was rock hard.With his hands, he felt around to the front of the dobermans body and found that red rocket throbbing more than his own.

"What is going on here?" Oh Lord, it was the gazelle.

"Not gonna lie, wish I was on that table right now." And he was still with Grey.

'Well, the night is young, my musky cohort."

He felt a pair of hands run over his mid section. It was probably the gazelles, but he couldn't really tell...He just kept munching on canine ass, Sir still gently bouncing on top of him.

The pup between his legs pulled his muzzle away, waving off the possums tail that had loosely coiled around his neck. He shuddered as the tongue exited his asshole, having properly experienced a tonguefucking for the first time.

"Hey, kid. How long can you hold your breath for?" The doberman lifted his monumental ass up high enough for the possum to see the canines face looking over his shoulder.

"Probably a few minutes, Sir. Why?"

"Well you should probably start now."

"Wh-" with no warning, the behind came down, urging the possum to lick again. But this time it was different - the muscular cheeks kept pushing down, threatening to swallow his view of anything except for cheekfur. He felt the fur of Sir's cheeks slide down, parting and inviting his whole muzzle in, all the way up to his eyes. He couldn't see a thing other than the fur of the leather dogs behind. When he tried to breath in, all he got was warmth with the scent of doberman rump.

"Mmmpphh!" He let out a shocked mumble, and Sir groaned. "Oof, keep moanin' boy. Feels like heaven when ya do..."

"Oh fuck me. That's kinda hot, I think?" The wolverine was watching from behind, judging by where his voice came from.

"Nuh-uh, I don't think so." Devon had placed himself at the other end of the table. I'll just watch the big puppy fuck his brains out, thank you very much!"

Sir lifted his ass up a few inches then promptly sat back down, shifting around just a bit, taking pleasure in gently jerking the possum's muzzle around. At the same time, the puppy had made his next move, pressing his cock up against his ass. He could already feel his behind slick with something - spit? Lube? Pre? - he couldn't tell, but it worked well enough to ease the puppy's dick inside of him. Feeling himself truly split open for the first time in months, he let out more noises of pleasure, vibrating the doberman in all the right places.

Sir pressed his rear end the furthest down he had yet, causing Adam to vocalize more, which in turn further excited the canine. He tried to take small breaths, but the lack of fresh air was making that hard. He lets his paws slap sirs thick thighs quickly, repeatedly.

He would get the hint, but the dog would still draw it out, the douche. Sir savored every moment of the possum's grunting and gasping for a hint of non-musky air. When he finally arrived from between the buttcheeks, the possum didn't get much reprieve. Everything just tasted - and smelled - like dog ass, not that he really minded by this point. He sucked in a deep breathe for the sake of being able to do so, and also because the dog at his legs was slowly but steadily picking up speed.

The slobber coating his ass had worked well enough as lube, and the pup was really getting into a solid rhythm. He could feel doggy dick prod at his prostate, that feeling of a full body bliss just starting to take root.

Someone let out a groan from beside him - it was the wolverine, slowly stroking his dick to the debauchery happening on the table. "Enjoyin' the show?" It was the doberman who spoke, and Grey responded with a quiet nod. Those bulbous cheeks came down again, putting heavy pressure on his muzzle. He inhaled quick to hold his breath, letting his muzzle fuck Sir's hole. "A little more tongue this time, if you can."

"And you...I know you want some of this." He must've been speaking to the wolverine - he heard his friend move over to the table, his arm reaching across the possums midsection to steady himself. "Go 'head, give it a lick..."

As the doberman once again fully seated himself on the possums muzzle, he tried to get his tongue out, lashing at the canine's insides with little hesitation. He heard Sir groan - whether it was because of the blowjob or the rimjob, he didn't know. It was probably a combination of both at the same time.

The big dog at his rear-end had been taking it leisurely, but he chose that moment to speed up immediately. The thrusts against his ass went from gentle and slow to rough and hard in an instant, the sound of fur smacking against his own unheard over the throbbing bass. He could feel the puppy getting frantic, his thrusts growing more forceful with every second that passed. Claws dug into his thighs, not deep enough to cut but still enough to feel a lick of pain. He could feel Grey's body brushing up against his own as the wolverine repositioned himself to better gag on the doberman's long red rocket.

It was a rush. The rod pounding his ass had really found his sweet spot, which led to him groaning into the ass before him. What an odd sensation - pressure all around his muzzle, his tongue still reaching out to lick the insides of his Sir clean (which, thankfully, they already were). His hands ran over whatever they could, over the shaggier fur of the wolverine and the short fur of the domineering dog above him. All of it was leading him to some intense feelings of pleasure, his own cock leaking pre like a faucet.

He was running out of air again, but he would gladly suffocate for another minute under Sir if it meant that the railing this hulking pup was giving him brought him to orgasm. He tried to breathe in, but only received the earthy smell of the dog's behind. He could feel a canine knot forming as the thrusting turned even more hurried. With a flash of discomfort he quickly found himself knotted! The pup at his rear went wild, and he could feel it affecting the two above him as well.

The doberman's moans were getting louder, more lustful and longer. Was he gonna bust too? He reached his tongue out further, moving his snout around a little bit. He responded by sliding up and down his muzzle as thought it were a dildo.

It was all too much. The waves of pleasure growing far too strong, he gripped Sir's midsection tight and almost wordlessly came, ropes of cum coating himself and his friend. The pup had also reached his peak, howling over the thudding rhythm for everyone to hear. He felt his rear end fill up with cum as his own intense pleasure slowly subsided.

Sir rose off of his muzzle once more, the scene coming back into focus. Grey was still draped over him, staring as if hypnotized by the canine cock before him. The pup was hunched over him too, panting from all his exertion. It wasn't his first rodeo with a canine, but he still grunted when he pulled out early, the dog's knot still inflated. Devon had been right by the pup's side, feeling up the big dog all over.

"Holy...Holy shit." Over all of the flashing lights and music, the only thing that registered was the scent stuck on his face. Grey leaned over to him and sniffed.

"Hey, dude? You smell like dog ass." Overtaken by the heat of the moment, he pushed Grey's face toward his and gave him a quick, passionate kiss. Just as the wolverine started to tongue wrestle, he pulled back.

"Now you do too."

"Alright, move over, trash-mammal!" The gazelle had hopped up onto the table, narrowly avoiding a small pool of cum that came from God knows where. The possum chuckled, removing himself from the situation and going back to the couch. He sat down, content with being nude in front of the dancefloor. He leaned back and closed his eyes, soaking in the afterglow. The couch's weight shifted.

"So, how do you like it?"

"I just put my entire muzzle in a dog's asshole while another one pounded the daylights out of my ass - complete strangers, mind you - and I'm pretty sure I came on your back."

He looked around at the scene again. Nothing had changed - just silhouettes in a smorgasbord of debauchery over club music. Except now he felt like one of them.

"It fucking rocks."

They looked over at the gazelle who had now taken the possums place. The doberman was now at his rear while the gazelle's tongue played with his puppy's package.

Grey put one arm around the possum. "See yourself coming back?"

Adam grinned. "Definitely. Definitely coming back here. Might be a regular, actually."

Funkazan

September 2020