The Mane Bar
The Mane Bar © Danath 2011 3085 words
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Ivan didn't belong here.
The white and black husky knew the bar - he'd driven by it on his way to classes at the local college most days. Though the lettering on the sign above the small brick building had faded, he'd recognized it from the motorcycles parked in a row outside. The faint outline of a vinyl sticker of a lion's head were still visible on the large, blacked-out plate glass window to the right of the heavy wooden door in the front of the bar.
The half-dozen motorcycles lined up in front of the bar weren't fancy crotch rockets or pristine, weekend warrior part timers. These were dirty and old machines, though obviously well-loved and well-used.
The husky's black ears swiveled nervously as he stepped through the door into the dark bar. He fought to prevent his tail from curling between his legs, but he couldn't stop his ears from laying flat against his skull as a wall of male musk, stale beer, and cigarettes overpowered his twitching nose.
This was not what he had expected when he'd struck up an online friendship with someone from a motorcycle forum. He'd only wanted to ask a few questions about a scooter he was considering buying. The emails he'd exchanged with the mystery male over the past month, however, had taken a turn for the sexual, a discussion of preferences, of likes and dislikes, and had ended in a final message the previous night.
The words from the screen had burned into his mind. "Tomorrow, 5 p.m. Mane Bar. Left-hand stall."
The bar was not crowded. The bartender, a gray-muzzled canine well past his prime, was looking at him curiously, he realized, and he walked more quickly, avoiding looking back at the Rottweiler. In fact, he made it a point to look down at his white sneakers and khaki pants, rather than any of the patrons in the bar. His clothing - khakis and a blue t-shirt - stood out. He couldn't help but glance at the other people in the bar, however, as he made his way towards the black bathroom door near the pool tables.
At the bar, two more canines of indeterminate breeds hunched over the bar, conversing with the bartender. They were old, close to the same age as the bartender, probably well into their 70s. Neither grizzled, tired canine bothered to turn around to look at Ivan. Ivan quickly ruled out those two seniors and the bartender as the one who sent him the email.
In the corner, at a pool table, a large middle-aged tiger glanced up at him and smirked. He was bent over the table, lining up his shot. Dark blue jeans, torn at the knees, wrapped around large legs. His black vest fell open around his muscular and thickly furred chest. The feline's large gut pressed into the corner of the table as he refocused on his shot and cracked the cue ball against another, dropping the second ball smoothly into the pocket. The clacks of the balls echoed through the bar, interrupting the quiet background music piped in on ancient speakers.
A younger Doberman in leather pants and a tight black jacket waited for his turn to shoot. His clothing clung to his ripped body, showing off a significant package in the front of his jeans. He stood on the other side of the table. His head didn't move as he glanced briefly at the husky, then back to the game. He tapped a large black boot against the floor as he waited for the feline. He teased a cigarette out of a pack in the breast pocket of his leather jacket and lit it in one smooth movement with a lighter he produced seemingly out of nowhere.
Was one of them the person who'd told him to come here?
There was another patron sitting at a table near the corner opposite the pool tables watching a football game on an old television. The TV hung in the upper corner from the ceiling. The person watching it was a black stallion with a glossy, smooth hide. A few light pink scars interrupted his black coat, most noticeably on his forehead, above his right eye. The equine glanced at Ivan for a moment before disinterestedly turning back to the TV. A tight black t-shirt hugged his thick chest and stomach. Over his legs he wore a pair of faded, ripped blue jeans and motorcycle riding chaps. An empty shot glass and a half-full bottle of whiskey sat on the equine's table next to a full white ashtray. Beneath the table, the equine's metal horseshoes looked as shiny and polished as his glossy black hooves.
Cigarette smoke drifted through the air, illuminated by a couple incandescent lights hanging from the ceiling.
Ivan focused on his feet, willing his sneakers to move, to carry him to the restroom. He breathed a sigh of relief as he finally made it and quickly closed the door behind him. Two stalls on the left. Two stained and dirty urinals on the right. To his direct right, on the wall opposite them, was a battered porcelain sink and brushed metal mirror. The paper towel dispenser was empty. The outside wall was brick, the same as in the bar area, but the inside walls were covered with cheap industrial plastic siding, stained yellow by age and smoke.
Ivan crinkled his pink nose. The bathroom smelled strongly of antiseptic. His sneakers squeaked on the small white tiled floor. They must hose the bathroom down to clean it, the young male thought, spotting a garden hose hanging on the wall next to the sink and the drain in the center of the floor.
Ivan slipped into the left-hand stall, the one in the corner, and locked the door. Was he really going to go through with this? He glanced around the stall. Graffiti was scrawled everywhere, sometimes in marker, sometimes scratched into the plastic with a claw tip. Phone numbers, epithets, jokes, dirty words. The phrase "SUCK HERE" caught his eyes. He stiffened and felt his sheath jerk inside his khakis when he saw the hole cut into the divider just below. Someone had crudely layered duct table around the hole, blunting the hard edges of the black plastic dividing wall. The hole was large, too... large enough for a... a...
The husky started and nearly let out a yip when the door to the bathroom banged open. Large boots banged against the floor. Each step was heavy and purposeful.
Ivan's ears swiveled, following those footsteps. He almost whined as he heard the door of his stall rattle menacingly, and he shrunk back against the brick wall. Finding it locked, the owner of those large boots turned and entered the stall next to him.
The door of the stall next to him slammed shut, causing the door of his stall to rattle again. He backed up, leaning against the brick wall opposite the divider. He could see little bits of movement through the hole. Glancing down, he realized the divider extended nearly all the way to the floor, leaving only an inch or two of space space between it and the tiles. He couldn't tell if the boots he'd heard were the Doberman's or someone else's.
A large black-pupil suddenly stared at him through the hole, disappearing before the husky could catch any idea of the color of the fur surrounding the eye. A moment later, the husky's ears went back again as the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down echoed through the harsh air into his stall.
The husky's tail curled between his legs. The tip brushed over his cock, and he realized with a gasp that he was completely hard. There was even a spot of pre forming on the front of his khakis, which tented upwards with his arousal.
There was a little shuffling from the other side of the stall, and then a fuzzy white sheath was pushed up against the hole. The tiger then, Ivan thought, watching with broad blue eyes as the thick black maleness grew from within that sheath, pushing through the hole and dropping over onto his side of the glossy black divider.
Ivan stared. That cock was huge and meaty, even nearly flaccid as it was now. He doubted only one of his paws could fit around it. The length was wrinkled, with loose skin piling on top of more, but the wrinkles flattened as it quickly firm. White hairs from the sheath filled the hole as the tiger pushed his hips forward insistently. Ivan glanced up - the big male's fingers curled around the top of the divider, claws out and scraping into well-worn grooves. The husky could see the tips of a pair of orange ears swivel towards him.
The male's cock pulled upwards as it grew, now pointing almost straight out from the hole, and Ivan whimpered as he pressed backwards against the wall. This was what he'd been invited for. He knew as soon as he'd seen the message this is what he'd be doing. But to actually be doing it, to have a cock from some male he'd never met suddenly in front of him, demanding attention... The husky gasped as his own cock jerked with excitement, spreading the wet stain in the front of his khakis, and betraying his true feelings about what he was supposed to do next.
Ivan was shocked into motion by an impatient, loud growl from the other side of the divider. He dropped to his knees, lifting his tail up first so it wouldn't drag on the floor, and picked up the head of the thick black length in both paws.
The growling stopped when Ivan leaned forward and licked the thick head. He stroked one of his paws down the length, squeezing his pink pads over the wrinkles and veins, till the side of his hand bumped into the divider and the white fur of the tiger's sheath.
The large cock grew erect quickly. Ivan lapped at the underside slowly as it arced upwards. He smelled the skin and furry sheath, inhaling the masculine scent that overpowered the smell of the chemicals used to clean the bathroom. The last of the wrinkles in the formerly floppy cock stretched out flat as the rubbery head jerked again. Ivan ran both paws down the length slowly, fingers lightly petting the thick shaft, teasing it to full arousal.
A hundred thoughts ran through the husky's brain, not all of them pleasant. Was he supposed to swallow? Was he gonna get robbed? Was someone going to come into his stall and grab him?
He closed his eyes and pushed all thoughts from his brain, focusing instead on the jerking cock in front of him. He opened his muzzle and pushed down, taking the head to the back of his throat. His long snout covered up a good portion of the shaft, but there was little chance he'd be able to deep throat such a large erection.
The growls began again, but this time they were low and warm. The sound sent a shiver up Ivan's spine and he suckled on the tip of the cock, carefully using his lips to protect it from his teeth.
That erection became the husky's world. He squeezed his paws around it, where it jutted through the hole in the divider, as he bobbed his head around the tip, pushing it to the back of his throat each time, but unable to go as deeply as he'd like over the pulsing length. Short, high pitched whines escaped his muzzle as he inhaled the scent of the tiger again. He did his best to worship the shaft, treating it reverently as his hips wriggled behind him.
Ivan's fingers squeezed firmly, dragging back up the length, teasing the urethra with his thumbs. He heard a scraping noise and glanced up. Sharp black claws were deepening the grooves at the top of the divider and Ivan nearly wagged his tail, glad to see he was getting such a reaction.
He'd never felt dirtier then when he bobbed his stretched cheeks over the thick black cock, nostrils flaring as he breathed through his nose. He whined softly as he pulled off, catching his breath. His own cock was jerking in his khakis, making a mess of his underwear. The low growls from the other side of the stall deepened when the husky lifted the shaft up and back, then ran his broad pink tongue from the base to the tip.
Ivan wished he could kiss the no-doubt heavy nuts hanging from the fat ebony shaft and blushed. Where had that come from? The fire in his loins, the lust in his belly, was seriously taking his mind to places he didn't know existed.
The tiger's cock pulsed and jerked back again in his grip. This time, a wet dollop of pre-cum spurt from the head and splattered against the husky's cheek. Ivan made no attempt to clean it away as the smell of the feline's cum filled his nostrils.
Ivan whined again, louder this time, as the cock was pulled back through the hole, away from him. But powerful hips pushed forward, shoving it right back in against his lips. The husky closed his eyes and opened his muzzle wide, stretching his jaw downwards, and he leaned forward. The cock shoved back and forth rapidly, hammering the back of his throat for several moments until he had to pull off, coughing. Thick pre-cum dripped down his lower lip and off his chin. The cock slowed until Ivan caught his breath and pushed his muzzle around the head again. He handled the heavy thrusts easier this time, pulling back just a bit so the broad cock wouldn't hurt when it connected at the back of his muzzle.
The warm growl of pleasure intensified in pitch and volume as those hips kept thrusting.
Ivan found himself wondering what it would feel like if the tiger fucked him. He could see it, as though from a bird's eye view: the tiger pushing him onto his belly, then spreading his legs and mounting him, slamming the thickness deep between his white ass cheeks.
Ivan moaned loudly around the thrusting cock as the idea made his hard dick throb warningly. He had yet to touch himself, but he knew he was achingly close to cumming in his pants. Thinking about getting reamed from behind by this masculine tiger made him glad he was already on his knees, because they'd be wobbling otherwise.
The tiger's loud snorts and growls echoed in the bathroom. He pushed his hips hard against the divider, making it shake. The ebony erection throbbed, jerking upwards, obviously close.
Ivan leaned in and kissed the tip wetly, then ran his tongue along the underside of the head as his paws jerked the length quickly, pulling slightly on the wet skin. After less than a minute of this treatment, Ivan felt a warm pulse of cum splatter over his lips.
The husky's ears went back as he opened his muzzle around the head, catching those thick shots of cum. The few he missed sunk into his thick neck fur or his blue shirt; the rest he managed to swallow, feeling absolutely slutty as the load overwhelmed his throat and ran down out of his lips, dripping from his chin onto his chest and belly, making a mess of his shirt. The pre-cum stain on the front of his khakis grew even more as he pawed at the ebony shaft, milking it for every last drop of the musky, salty, thick cum.
Ivan licked the length clean, feeling it contract slowly back towards its sheath, wrinkling up as the skin went slack. After a few more licks, it was pulled back through the hole. Ivan heard the pants zip up and the stall door open, then swing shut a few moments later. The heavy boots stepped away and out the door of the restroom, back into the main bar.
The husky stood up slowly, stretching his shaking knees. He was panting, he realized, though with arousal more than exertion, though his throat felt raw from the deliciously rough blowjob. He unzipped his pants and pulled the flaps open, exposing the mess his pre-cum had created inside his tight white briefs. He pulled down the blue elastic and of the underwear, hooking it under his nuts. His cock was achingly hard and the ball of his knot felt like it was going to burst. He was about to paw himself off when he heard the bathroom door open. Another pair of boots echoed over the tiles, but these weren't as heavy as the first pair.
The door to the stall next to Ivan opened and slammed shut. The husky quickly stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped up, just as a curious eyeball gazed at him through the recently-used hole. A few moments later and the husky's ears perked at the familiar noise of a zipper being pulled down. A thick red length was stuffed through the hole, mostly hard and throbbing already. The hole was quickly plugged by a fat, veined knot to large to fit through.
Ivan's head swum as he inhaled this new scent, sharper than the tiger's but just as masculine. The Doberman's cock jerked and a thick rivulet of pre-cum dripped out the head, rolling down the underside until it hit the dividing wall. From there, it dripped down the black plastic, leaving a white trail behind it.
Ivan's brain raced. So had the tiger sent the email? Or the canine? Who was it? And was he really supposed to suck off both?
The bathroom door opened again. Ivan heard the clops and whined as he realized the stallion was lining up for his turn. He could sense the huge equine standing just outside the door to his stall.
The husky dropped to his knees and wrapped a paw around the base of the Doberman's cock. It wasn't as thick as the tiger's, a bit shorter too, but just as hard. And that knot... Ivan was sure would have wet dreams about it.
As his muzzle sunk over the red length, eliciting a moan and an excited stamp from the other stall, his tail began to wag. Maybe he did belong here after all.