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I've never really enjoyed going to clubs. The music is usually too loud and bass heavy, most of the patrons are either too high or drunk to make decent conversation, and the dancing....well, let's not go there.

But here I was, leaning against the wall with a drink in paw, slowly sipping the sub-par White Russian from the bar. It was free so I'm not complaining, but when someone makes it three-fourths vodka, it kind of defeats the purpose of the rest of the mix. Again, it was free. So why was it free, and why was I here, despite my dislike for clubs?

Pandora was the new gay club on the strip, supposedly fueling all of your dancing, drinking, and sexual cravings in one spot, just like most of the other dingy clubs do. One of my good friends, Zach, was the selected DJ to kick off the club's debut; the overly excited dragon was allowed to bring one guest to the event, so he chose me, as I was the only gay guy he knew.

So here I was, drinking free drinks and sulking in the corner unlike everyone else who seemed to be having a good time. There was decent eye candy, but once they got their hips moving, it was hard to stay interested; so many men build up their looks just for aesthetics and not functionality, and it showed. There's a fine line between dirty dancing and writhing on the dance floor.

I finished my drink, and went to the bar for another one. The suave wolf mixed another White Russian, handing it to me with a wink. I smiled politely, and returned to my corner, still watching the dancers try to woo others with their moves as Zach's obnoxiously blaring beats filled my ears.

It's not to say he was terrible; actually, he was pretty good, just a little on the inexperienced side. He knew his stuff since we studies together at the university; I took a classical route and he took the more popular media route. His music was just unbearably loud for the venue. I mean, I guess that's normal for clubs, but when I can't even hear myself think, that tends to be a problem. The dancers didn't mind though, and they continued to enjoy themselves, intermingling with other people as the blue and green laser lights illuminated the dance floor bits at a time.

I finished my drink and went for my third; I don't drink much, but when it's free, I tend to indulge a little bit. I don't drink enough to get drunk, but enough to certainly take an edge off. The unnatural vodka proportion was certainly helping with that edge. My brain was feeling slightly fuzzy, and my face felt flush, but again, I wasn't drunk, just a little loose. I was beginning to enjoy myself, so that was a sign that I should stop drinking and ride it out.

I glanced at the dance floor again. Bodies continued to writhe, some without shirts, showing off their toned bodies ripe with hormones, but nothing too interesting yet-

I spoke too soon. My eyes caught his, and it was a look of want, but not need. I stared into the green eyes of a blonde Morgan horse who was gracefully dancing, unlike the mass of bodies around him. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt with an unbuttoned blue vest, jeans, and a chain necklace that dipped into his shirt. His clothes were tight, showing off his impressive physique. He was about the same height as I was, but had a good thirty to forty pounds of muscle on me. But even then, his grace superseded his athleticism; his hips swayed hypnotically, arms gracefully twirling about his body, certainly taking care to note of those around him; but even then, he moved as if it were choreographed, dodging flailing limbs as he kept his eyes on me.

I grinned at him, and he smiled, telling me that he wasn't going to put forth any effort; I'd have to do the work. I set my now empty glass down on the ground, and straightened my black shirt. I weaved in between the bodies as the thunderous bass boomed in my ears, making my way towards the horse, his almost platinum blond mane acting as a beacon. He flashed a smile at me when I drew near, hips still swaying in a hypermetric pattern. His arms went behind his head, presenting his large chest to me as I sauntered up, partially in a tipsy stupor which made me feel a little more bold than normal.

Talking wasn't necessary due to the blasting music. I danced along with the beat, showing off my own dancing skills. I closed my eyes, letting the surging bass blast through my chest, fueling my limbs as they made their mating display. I wanted this guy, and he wanted me, but as I opened my eyes to look into his green ones, he told me to make the first move; he would follow. I worked my way behind him, hips still swaying to the beat. The music picked up, and he stepped back a little, enough that I could easily make contact with him. I grinded against him, which was a little lewd for my tastes, but the alcohol made me not care as much as I normally would; everyone else was doing it too, and I certainly wasn't going to ballroom dance in here. His clothed ass bumped against my groin, and I could feel the heat of his body through my clothes. It certainly made my cock swell, and I was hoping I was having the same effect on him.

He arched his back, showing off his impressive span of his lats. I reached up and felt the hard muscles as we danced, rubbing them softly as our hips started to move in unison. I let my paws fall, feeling his twisting body until I hit the waist line of his denim jeans. With a sway of his ass, his jeans fell ever so slightly, revealing the very top of the deep cleavage that ran between his two muscled cheeks. A hint of a g-string could be seen even in the sporadic light. I grinned at the imposingly slutty nature of the horse, as it was an alluring juxtaposition of personality traits.

Suddenly, he spun around, and I was face to face with the handsome horse. He grinned at me, placing his large paws on my shoulders. I couldn't help but stare at the mighty pecs that strained his shirt deliciously, his nipple rings showing through the fabric. I glanced down and found that jeans looked a little too tight, considering his bulge was on display, but in an environment like this...well, who wouldn't want it to be shown? I grinned to him, and he leaned in, brazenly kissing me on the lips.

I didn't expect such forwardness, but I allowed him in, his large muscle filling my mouth and over taking my own. He had a few drinks as well, but the alcohol taste was not overbearing. He pulled away, giving me a last small kiss on the nose before placing his paws on my chest, slowly working his way down to my cargo pants before groping my crotch. I gasped at the sensation; he grinned and continued to fondle my sheath and balls as he danced. My cock began to harden, and I stopped him. He looked confused, and I jerked my head to the side. He got the hint and nodded, though looking slightly affronted about being taken out of the crown. He followed close behind me. We received a few cat calls on the way, and someone pinched my nipple as we navigated through the crowd and off the dance floor. When were reached the lobby I turned around and faced him.

"My name's Gage," I introduced myself.

"Chris. So, why you'd take me off of the dance floor?" he smirked, knowing full well why I did.

"Too many people might get in the way; I'd love to have you for myself," I grinned, lightly caressing his toned abs, teasing at his waistline.

"Well, fortunately for you, I know the perfect spot for that. Follow me," he turned and headed through a hallway off to the side of the dance room.

It was significantly quieter here, though the pounding bass of Zach's tracks were still resonating within my chest. But it was nice to hear myself think for once.

"Over here," Chris motioned, opening a door. A sign above it read "The Box," though I couldn't see why it alluded to that name when I walked it, beyond it being box shaped. The room itself was heavily lit with bright lights. It was smaller than I would have liked; maybe about ten feet by ten feet with tile flooring. Three of the walls were plain white, but the fourth was made of some sort of metallic material; I could see our reflections in it, but the reflecting image wasn't very sharp. A white padded bed of sorts lay in the middle of the room.

"See, I work here, so this will be a good time to give this room its debut...I'm sure you'll like what it does," Chris smiled as he closed the door behind me. "Only certain employees are allowed inside, and they can usually bring a guest or two."

"Are you going to tell me what it does?" I asked, still looking around, looking for something abnormal.

"Oh, I don't want to ruin the surprise..." Chris winked as he pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular torso and strong arms; his right arms had a series of tribal tattoos which formed a sleeve like appearance as the designs intertwined and spread to his chest, making the thick muscle even more noticeable. Another tattoo lay across his abs which ready "Heavy Load", and underneath the lettering was an arrow pointing to his crotch. I grinned at that indication; surely with a bulge as large as his, "heavy" could be an understatement.

"Nice body," I commented, surveying his smooth muscles. They were refined and curvy, a rare treat that made a sexy sleek shape to his body as each muscle led into the next. Chris smiled at my compliment.

I took off my shirt as well, seeing how he shouldn't be the only one taking off his clothes. He eyed my body, looking it over as I had done to him. Chris seemed rather pleased with what he was dealing with; he started to edge his tight jeans down, continuing on with the strip show.

"...Are those...women's panties?" I asked, gazing upon the bulging silk purple panties. Chris laughed.

"It's always fun to see what others think of it," he explained, thrusting his hips forward, making the contents jiggle inside before taking off the undergarments and casually discarding them on the floor.

Various tattoos covered his groin in the shape of a pair of boxers, still maintaining the tribal pattern he had on his arm. They all seemed to focus on his sheath and balls, both of which were quite large. His heavy balls swung in his sac as he moved his hips, giving a small show for me. He turned around and presented his ass, where another provocative tattoo read "Cum Dump" with an arrow pointing down towards his hole. He bent over slightly, and spread his cheeks, showing off the fifth tattoo, which was a target. I laughed a bit; he definitely wanted to make sure he got the message across. Taking another look, I found a guiche ring piercing that ran across his taint. He turned around after showing his body to me, the tip of his cock poking out of his sheath. He ran his paws across my chest, slowly making his way down to the waistband of my pants and briefs before yanking them off in one swoop.

He gazed upon my swollen sheath and balls, carefully feeling them over with his large paw. The tip of my cock poked out, and he gently ran his finger across the tip, picking up the pre that was already beginning to form. He brought it to his mouth, noisily sucking it till it was clean. I sat down on the padded bed, and he knelt in between my legs. There, he took my hardening cock in his mouth and began to lightly suck on it, fueling my erection. His paws gently tugged at my balls, making me moan as more and more blood entered my shaft.

When it reached its peak at eleven inches, he took it out of his mouth, taking a moment to lap at the pre that was continually beading at the tip before moving his head towards my balls. I lifted my legs, and he gently placed them on his shoulders and tilted my hips some more, getting access to my hole.

I moaned as his tongue forcefully jabbed at my hole. I relaxed and he took the invitation, gently forcing his tongue inside of me. The thick muscle stretched my hole as it delved deeply, coating it with a thick layer of spit. I felt the cold blunt tip of his nose against my balls, telling me that his thick tongue could go no deeper as it gyrated inside of me, twisting and turning as he stimulated every single nerve inside.

With a great sigh, he pulled out, leaving my hole thoroughly lubricated. But, instead of taking the dominant stance I thought he would, he placed his mouth at the crown of my cock once more, and started to suck, slowly taking more and more. I deeply inhaled from the incredible blowjob; my hips were already bucking as a result from the blunt tongue massaged the underside of my cock. His mouth was the ideal combination of roominess, heat, and humidity. I let out another loud moan as I hit the back of his throat and kept going; I could feel the circular muscles that were at the top of his throat massage the head of my cock. Chris was rewarded with a spurt of pre for his efforts which he greedily slurped.

He idly stroked himself as he went to town, his own nine and a half inch cock jutted out from his groin like a spire. He had a frenum ladder made of five piercings going down the underside of his thick shaft. Every so often, he'd toy with one, making him hiss in pleasure as he continued to suck my cock.

I let out a deep breath. Due to the alcohol I had consumed, I couldn't hold on as long as I would like, but that made very little difference as I could easily go numerous times in one night; I just hate seeming like I have a hair trigger. But Chris's mouth was very good at pleasuring my cock, and the results of his ministrations would come soon enough. I lightly thrust into his mouth. If I was going to blow, I might as well contribute to my own pleasure as well. I lightly gripped his head, my cock hitting the back of his throat as he held still with only his thick tongue rubbing along the underside of my cock. With his free hand, he grabbed my balls, rubbing his thumb and forefinger along the skin of my sac. With a heavy heave, I exploded into his mouth.

Surprisingly, he practically spat out my cock as the first rope ejected, streaking his face. He aimed my cock down, making the second and third rope splatter on his chest, slowly dripping down along the grooves of his abs. He grinned as he slowly circled the thumb around his nipple piercing, another shot landing on his chest and coating his hand. The remaining cum dribbled out, and he slowly lapped it up, not even really bothering to make himself clean.

He leaned against me, his cum covered chest making contact with my own as we deeply kissed once more. I reached in between our chests, gently pulling at his nipple ring. He hissed and arched into it, and I tugged it a little harder. His tongue pressed at my lips again, and I allowed him entry. Our tongues collided in bliss; I could taste my own cum now, the slightly bitter fluid was mixed in with the lingering taste of alcohol. With a sudden twist, he flipped us over so that I was on top. I leaned to kiss him again once I realized what had happened. He had no intentions of taking me, making him all mine.

I hoisted his legs on my shoulders, and gently guided my tip to his entrance. I was still covered in residual cum, so I wasn't worried about lubrication. With a nod signaling that he was ready to go, I pushed in, easily sinking all eleven inches inside of him. He let out a long moan and his cock throbbed, a bead of pre forming at his tip before spilling over and dripping languidly on his stomach. He almost immediately rubbed it into his blond fur, matting it in the process.

He looked at me again with a blissful grin on his face as I slowly began to thrust inside of him. Every fifth thrust I made inside of him, another bead would drip down, and he'd rub it in again and again, making a mess of his pubic fur. I grunted and leaned forward, giving him another wet kiss. He obliged and arched his back so his messy chest made contact with mine. His arms roamed my back and his legs hooked onto my waist, allowing me to deeply enter him as I picked up my pace. His cock was wedged between our hard bodies, sliding up against the crevasses of our chests. Pre smeared around, further adding to the mess we were creating. I felt the smooth ladder piercings rub against my own, the cool metal adding a contrast to the warm sensations.

"You have a fucking hot body, you know that, right?" I grunted as our kiss ended. He grinned as he let his head back, giving a small whiney at the compliment. He cock throbbed a little harder as I rubbed his chest, gently tugging once again at his nipple rings. He hissed again and arched his back as a spurt of pre shot out of his cock and landed on his chest. I reached forward and gently tugged at one of the ladder piercings. He moaned out loud, hitting the surface of the bed with his head. If his cock wasn't throbbing, I probably wouldn't have guess that he enjoyed the feeling of slight pain. He rubbed my chest, feeling my hardened muscle work as I picked up the pace again. Both of us were terribly close, riding the edge of our joined orgasm, but by the look in his eye, he wasn't going to cum unless I did. I forcefully ground my hips against him, making him moan at the increased friction. His hole clenched like a vice grip around my cock, and I fell over the edge making sure that he came along with me.

I pulled my cock out of his hole, and a rope of cum splattered across his body. He moaned a gain and his cock gave a mighty throb before unleashing its contents. A giant stream of cum erupted from his cock, splattering on the floor between the bed-like platform and the metallic wall. He wailed as more of my cum spurted on top of his chest and abs, some of it ricocheting to his face. His own impressive orgasm raged on, sending another two or three ropes forwards before it started to taper off into a steady stream.

The horse was a mess. He grinned stupidly, smearing the cum all over his body and he tried to regulate his breathing and heartbeat.

"So, you want to know what this room does, huh?" he asked. "Stick your cock in my ass again. We're going to put on a show." He grinned, reaching under the bed.

"What do you mean-"

I heard a faint click, and the lights dimmed. The metallic wall suddenly opened up, leaving a clear window looking onto the dance floor. Several lights suddenly angled towards us, illuminating our bodies in various shades of blues, green, reds, yellows, and purples. The music suddenly became louder, almost as if we were on the dance floor. I watched as several people stopped dancing for a moment to see what the change of lighting was all about, and they all stared into the room, looking at us all covered in cum.

I was momentarily surprised, I'll be honest. But something within my mind clicked, and I began to vigorously fuck Chris's ass. I didn't care that people were watching, but now that they were, I figured I should put on a good show. Chris held his head against the platform, sticking his tongue lewdly at the gathering crowd. He suddenly thrust his hips up, making sure that the on-lookers got a nice view of his hefty cum covered cock. The pounding bass and flashing lights seemed to fuel our messy display. I pushed his hips up a bit more. He looked up and found his dripping cock in his face. Taking advantage of the situation, he reached forward with his neck and took his cock in his mouth.

I watched as one of the guys watching open his mouth in shock and partial jealousy as Chris took in half of his cock. I watched an elk look at me, rubbing his bulge in the open as I thrust in and out of Chris's ass, giving a nice boost to my ego. I gave a flex of my arm, and the elks tongue lolled out, showing that he was enjoying what he was seeing. I looked past the crowd that had gathered at the window and found my friend who was shielding his eyes from our display of fornication. I laughed to myself, still pumping my cock with in Chris's hole.

He moaned and let his cock flop out, slapping his chest with a slick thwap. Slick slaps from our bodies resonated through the room even with the increased volume. The flashing lights reflected off of Chris's ladder, creating a quasi-kaleidoscope effect along his cock as it bounced in time with the music.

I slowed down a bit as the music itself started to slowly shift towards a different beat. I made my long circular thrusts as the music slowed down and shifted towards a compound meter. Even as relaxed as this was, my brain was still going into over drive from the sensory overload. One badly timed move, and Chris's ass would be filled with cum...I think he would have liked that, but I didn't want to blow yet. His ass was so warm and humid, and the combination of the fuzziness from the alcohol with the booming bass made it very difficult to concentrate. The only thing I could focus on beyond my cock was my breathing. I tried to keep it somewhat rhythmic and in time with the music, but even that was becoming a task as Chris shifted his hips, sending a wave of pleasure down my spine.

The edge of orgasm seemed to be deeply rooted within the music. I heard it at the same time I felt it approach, a sort of crescendo of tingles, just as I heard the drum beat start to pick up. It churned within me as I pumped into Chris, an almost primal desire swelling rapidly as the music picked up the pace once more. The beat picked its tempo and I followed, going from smooth circles to more of a steady pump. As the music neared its peak of the moment, Chris braced himself on his elbows and latched onto my mouth, jamming his tongue as for down my throat as he could.

The music dropped.

I practically screamed into his mouth as my hips rapidly thrust with abandon, pumping loads of cum deep in his bowels. Ropes upon ropes of fluid flooded his innards as I continued to pump inside of him, all coherence of the situation lost. Chris fell backwards, a very pleased grin on his face as he moved his hips around, almost churning the cum as it settled deep inside of him. I grit my teeth and jackhammered his ass, my cock still aching for a final release. The horse began to smear the splatters of cum along his chest, making it glisten as the lights flashed and reflected off of the mess I made.

The pressure building in my balls was becoming unbearable as I pounded his ass. All of my nerves were on fire, my heart pounded, and my breath was becoming short; my brain was being fried from the overwhelming sensations. Chris's hand was flying along the length of his cock, his mouth was agape in pleasure. I closed my eyes and focused on getting that final climax in, throwing myself over the edge into pure bliss.

I roared as I came once more, filling up his ass with more and more cum, before pulling out and letting the last few ropes coat his muscled body. Pools formed in the grooves of his abs before spilling over and dripping onto the bed beneath us. Chris let out a loud whiney as ropes upon ropes of cum ejected along the room, splattering against the window loudly, some ricocheting off of the wall and splattering onto his face. Several on-lookers flinched, and more gazed in wonder as Chris practically coated the other side of the window. My balls pulsed a final time, signaling the end of my own orgasm as the remainder of my sum dribbled onto Chris's cock and balls. It may not have been as large as the others, but it certainly held up to Chris's standards, judging by the look of bliss on his face. His hose was still spewing fluids, though at a decreased velocity. The fluid that coated the window began to drip away, allowing for observers to see the aftermath of our session.

Chris's face was of pure elation and satisfaction as his softening cock flopped onto his chest. There were cheers from outside as people celebrated as we finished our orgasms. Chris gave them another grin and stuck out his tongue before reaching under and pushing the button again. With another click, the wall was replaced with the reflective metallic covering. The bright lights turned on and I winced; I certainly wasn't ready for the sudden change of light. My softening cock slipped out of Chris's hole, followed by some of my cum. The horse suddenly reached underneath him, grabbed his cheeks, and squished them together, making sure no more fluid escaped. He gave a groan of delight, content with the mess we had made.

"Chris," I said, suddenly aware of a certain predicament.

"What...?" he moaned, still holding his ass.

"How are we going to clean up this room?"

~ ~ ~

It turns out that they did prepare for such things; the room was a lot more high tech than I first realized. Chris explained that there was an automated sanitization an cleaning system in place, allowing for reuse of the room without having someone going in and taking a large amount of time to clean things up. Also, the hallway I traveled down to get there was only for employees, and there were also showers in the back for more...exposed employees to clean up if need be. It wasn't a fancy place to shower, but it had all of the essentials I needed so I didn't come out reeking of cum. There was only one stall, so I made sure to clean as quickly (and thoroughly) as I could so Chris didn't have to wait too long.

"Dude, you stole my show!" Zach cried as he met me in the hallway for his break. Chris took this as his cue to head into the bathroom/changing area.

"Sorry about that..." I rubbed the back of my neck. "I didn't really mean to do that..."

"Right...well, even then..." he mumbled, blushing slightly.

"You enjoyed it anyways?" I chuckled as he rubbed his clawed paws, filling in his thoughts.

"...Just don't tell anyone. I'm still straight, you know..." he mumbled. I laughed as he walked off, getting ready for the final set of the night.

I sighed and leaned against the cold wall. My head was starting to ache from my body processing the alcohol and slight dehydration, but it wasn't terribly overbearing. It had been a while since I let myself go like that; I hoped it didn't potentially ruin anything between Chris and I. Speaking of which...

I walked into the bathroom/changing area again. I found Chris in the corner, pulling on his shirt over his tight body.

"What's up?" he asked as he saw me in the mirror.

"I wanted to give you this before I left," I said, pulling out my card out of my pocket. "It has my contact information on it, so if you want to hang out or anything, just let me know."

I handed the card to him. He looked over the information with an almost apathetic gaze.

"What you do with it is up to you; I'm just providing a means just in case you want to keep in contact. I did enjoy the past hour or so, and I'd like to do it again, though maybe not in a club," I laughed; it certainly did make the trip worthwhile. Chris smiled as he pocketed the card.

"I'll think about it. Maybe we could go get drinks or something," he winked at me. "I hope you'll be a little more pent up next time," he said, softly grabbing my crotch. I purred as his strong hand caressed my balls a final time before pulling away.

"Well, I'll look forward to your call," I smiled.

We bade each other farewell, and I made a point to stop by and say goodbye to Zach.

"They want you to work here after that show," he elbowed me as I walked towards the backstage area

"Well, damn..." I said in surprise. I didn't expect that much attention...

"Yeah, the boss guy said that he'd be willing to pay you a nice chunk of change considering that half of the patrons out on the floor would come back just to see another show like that."

"What about the other half?" I laughed to myself.

"They'd like to hear me," he grinned.

"Well, work on getting a better set together. I'm certainly not cut out for this, despite what the management thinks. I just got lucky." I gave him a pat on the shoulder as I left the backstage area.

Maybe clubbing wasn't such a terrible thing, I thought as I walked off, the booming bass still lingering within my ears.