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"You sure I'm not under-dressed, Chris?" Gavin voiced somewhat worriedly, tugging the loose strings on his shirt, drawing them apart. It took the young Growlithe a few seconds before he realized what he was doing and quickly folded his arms over his chest.

Shivering slightly in the cool night air, Gavin wished that he had grabbed a jacket before Chris, his roommate and close friend, had practically dragged him out of their dorm room in a strange level of excitement. Wearing a simple sleeveless v-neck and matching white jeans wasn't the thing one would wear when going outside in a cold, autumn night after all.

"You look fine, man. I'm not that cold, and you're a Fire-type." Chris pointed out somewhat offhandedly with a wide grin on his face. Gavin suppressed a groan and settled to glare at his friend in annoyance, who was snugly dressed in a thick jacket that was zipped up to his neck

The fact that being a Fire-type didn't ensure complete resistance to the cold was something that annoyed him much, and he just had his fur trimmed last few weeks because of the oddly warm autumn air. His winter coat wasn't helping during the strange heat... until autumn decided to rush the cold and blanketed the whole town in a chilly wintry air.

Gavin grunted. He could see his breath on the air. "You could've waited until I grabbed a jacket." He pointed out.

The blue furred canine gave a reassuring pat on his Fire-type friend. "Like I said, you're not underdressed." He said, completely missing the point. "The club really won't mind what kind of shirt you're wearing, you know. Just stick to the theme, and you'll be fine." He grinned.

Gavin gave Chris a dry smile and nodded slowly at the explanation. He sighed, still feeling nervous... and cold. The young adult settled to just stay silent while he and Chris waited within the long queue, which was moving slowly into the club. He couldn't help feeling baffled by Chris' enthusiasm nonetheless.

When he'd first met Chris, the Manectric was quite shy and reserved. He's definitely not the kind you'd call adventurous or outgoing, but still friendly and a good conversationalist once you got to know him.

It came as a surprise when Chris came out as gay to him one night. To say that Gavin was stunned would be an understatement. For all this time he hadn't expected his roommate to have preference for men, like Gavin himself. Though, he wasn't really a closet case like his roommate.

Chris told him that he had been considering coming out after he went bar hopping with his friends from his Literature classes, where the bartender gave him some eye opening advice. It must be hell of an advice, as Chris had slowly became more outspoken and friendly, and definitely more impulsive over the month. The canine joined the track team out of the blue, hosted random parties in their common room, joked around like crazy... and even dated a couple guys from the rugby team.

The change was mindboggling, but not unwelcome to be honest. Gavin really liked how he and Chris had grown closer as roommates. Who knew after he got over his shy shell, there was this witty and fun-loving, if not sometimes exasperatingly excitable and impulsive Manectric...

Kinda like how he invited Gavin to this new gay club out of the blue. The Manectric had asked him to go to that new bar he had been talking about lately when they were on their way to the showers, having finished with their gym session.

Gavin wanted to deck Chris right then and there for the unexpected topic, but before he even realized it, he had said yes, and Chris had given him a friendly bro hug, and all sorts of resistance melted away.

Ever since Chris had joined the track team and joined Gavin on his training routine at the college's fitness club, Chris's body had been developing very nicely. The sight of the Electric-type's sweaty, toned body, and the firm, round ass which was showing through his gym pants was quite distracting. That, and he could feel Chris' bulge prodding against his own during the hug... which was quite nice...

The Growlithe quickly shook that particular memory away. He could already feel his face heat up... and his jeans feeling tight. Taking a large, deep breath, Gavin ran his paws through his ash blonde hair as he tried to calm his nerves and hormones. He settled to look around while he, Chris, and dozens of other guys were waiting to be let into the nightclub.

The flashing neon signboard right above the entrance was showing a big, red, heavily stylized letters spelling out: THE DEN, bordered by a golden, painfully symmetrical hexagonal celtic knot patterns.

From what Chris had told him, The Den was a pretty new establishment, no older than five months old, but has been going really strong ever since opening night. It had been getting really good reviews from club goers from all over the net when Gavin went to check about the club. It would seem that the club's strong points were its drinks, music, and top notch service. According to several reviews, the club had a really good atmosphere, along with awesome selection of music and themed parties held every week.

Of course, Gavin quickly skimmed over some of the more graphic reviews. He didn't need to know some club goer's escapades in the club's VIP areas, thank you very much.

"ID please." The new voice jolted Gavin out of his musings. He noticed that they were already right in front of the entrance. It was manned by a pair of bouncers, and the muscles bulging out of their uniforms definitely weren't just for show. The one who had spoken was a Machamp, and a big one at that. Gavin's eyes spied the tiny golden name tag which read: ORSON on the bouncer's uniform as he handed his ID card to the Machamp's meaty upper hand while Chris gave his card to Orson's lower one.

Gavin blinked when he finally realized that Orson's uniform wasn't the standard black or navy blue. The form-fitting jacket and button up shirt underneath was pure white. Heck, even their pants, shoes, and their earpiece were white in color. The only color which wasn't white was the large, bolded letter on the uniform's back which spelled: SECURITY. Perhaps the owner of the club wanted all of his staff to go along the theme.

Chris did say it was White Party after all, he thought as he rubbed his paws over his shoulders, shivering slightly from the cold. He took back his card as the Machamp handed them back. The larger 'mon was giving Chris a quirky sort of smile however. Gavin blinked again when he noticed the faint, but unmistakeable golden ring which framed the Machamp's hazel eyes. That's one interesting contact lenses.

"So you brought a friend this time eh?"

Chris grinned and nodded. "Yep, as I promised last time."

Gavin stared. So Chris had been here after all? "Er, Chris... You said it's your first time--

The Machamp beat him to the punch however. "Good, good. The boss should be in his usual spot, kid. Enjoy your time, you two." He said, giving Gavin a rather strong pat on his back before he went to card the next customer. Gavin winced from the force but manage to mask it to a grin. He didn't get to thank the bouncer however, or even inquire Chris his unfinished question as the Manectric had dragged him past the entryway and down several steps and into a short, dimly lit, but thickly carpeted corridor.

A slightly muted, but lively sort of house music echoed through the paneled walls in lively beats as the two college students slowed down their steps. There was a small queue just in front of a bend at the end of the small corridor which will take them to the club proper. Gavin could see flashes of colorful lights reflected from the polished crimson panelling.

He didn't realize he was bobbing himself with the beats of the music coming from the depths of the club. The Growlithe felt himself relax, feeling a faint urge urge to let loose and have fun as he listened to the tunes. He had to admit, whoever the DJ was, he had a really good taste in music.

The queue didn't hold them for too long, thankfully. As it turned out, the slight holdup was made by a pair of the club's attendants welcoming the guests in and taking their jackets and coats. Gavin felt his face heat up when the Grovyle in front of him suddenly strip himself off his jacket and trousers and handed them to the awaiting arms of the Jolteon attendant, revealing a complex white harness and tight white jockstrap which hugged his slim body all in the right places.

He couldn't stop himself from staring at the Grovyle as he sauntered off towards the dance floor, hips swinging in a seductive sort of way. He snapped himself out of his reverie quickly enough to register that a Charmeleon attendant had been addressing him.

"Oh uh, thanks... and n-no, I'd like to keep my shirt on... er," he coughed, forcing a smile at the fellow Fire-type as he tried not to notice the lizard's athletic build, or the tight white crop top shirt, the leather cuffs he was wearing around his wrists, or how the briefs was fitting very snugly against his crotch, "...Kody." he finally uttered, glad to be able to find the name tag at last, fitted snugly over his left pec. "Thanks anyway."

"All right, sir. Enjoy your time in the Den." Kody gave a short bow and an utterly charming grin, and a wink. His dark amber eyes glinted with mirth. Gavin was sure his face was completely red now.

"Hey, come on." Chris tugged his shirt, sounding half amused, half impatient.

Gavin batted his friend's paw away as he tore his gaze from the Charmeleon's and followed his friend through the sliding glass door. "Right, right, don't get to-- gods above..." His voice hitched.

Chris gave him a questioning look. "What?"

"N-nothing. Carry on." Gavin shook his head, trying to fight the heat that had crawled up to his face ten fold. The Manectric was wearing a white fishnet tank top, which showed his toned, blue furred body underneath and the blonde chest fur which thinned out down his torso to a treasure trail, disappearing under a white leather briefs.

Tons of questions churned around Gavin's head, which made him dizzy. Ugh, he'll talk to Chris properly tomorrow morning. If both of them aren't too wasted that is.

Further thought was dispelled from his mind as they walked past the sliding glass doors. Gavin's ears perked as he picked up the full tunes of the blasting, energetic beats coming from the speakers.

Red, maroon, and white neon lights dominated the lighting scheme, with strobe lights flashing and swinging in accordance to the acoustics. The club was packed with males of all species and age, lounging around the main floor and the wrap-around balcony and even around the neon-lit spiral staircase. Most of them were congregated around the dance floor however. Their bodies surged and moved along with the lively music, which came from the elevated DJ booth, bathed in bright light.

It was manned by a male Garchomp, who Gavin could see was only wearing a white shoulder strap and pair of arm straps. His chiseled, rock-hard body glinted as he humped and swayed to the beats of his own music. The silvery glitter spread around his shapely shoulders and chest reflected the lights that danced around him. It was almost... hypnotic...

The longer Gavin listened to the tunes, the clearer it became, and the more tantalizing it sounded to his ears. He felt himself suddenly at ease. It was as if his body was ready to spring up to action and move with the crowd. Gavin was at half a mind to jump into the dance floor, and was already halfway there, before his arm was pulled somewhat roughly to one side, and he came face to face with an amused looking Chris.

"Where are you going, man? The bar's that way." The Manectric laughed as he slung his arm over Gavin's shoulder and pushed him towards another part of the club, carefully weaving around other guests. Gavin blinked, and let out an, "Oh." as he let himself being steered towards the bar area, not even realizing that he was under an odd sort of trance seconds earlier.

The bar itself was quite large, shaped like a huge, elongated hexagon surrounding a central pillar which housed a myriad of alcoholic drinks in various shapes and colors. The entire bar was decked in polished white finish with gold celtic knot designs. Two or three 'mons seemed to be manning it, but Gavin wasn't sure, as it was too crowded to really notice. Every available spot seemed to be occupied as he and Chris rounded the bar, trying to look for an empty seat.

Gavin was about to suggest that they take one of the round tables or booths when a group of four 'mons, scantily clad in white attire, broke off from the bar, laughing and cheering rather raucously. Though their voice was somewhat subdued by the loud, reverberating music. Wasting no time, Chris and Gavin quickly surged towards the empty seats, grinning triumphantly to themselves for no apparent reason.

The remaining two spots were quickly taken by a pair of burly looking Gogoat and Machoke, chatting rather animatedly to themselves. Their bodies were permeating with musk and sweat, which Gavin could smell miles away. Machoke's beer gut and hefty chest was practically glistening with perspiration. Seems like they had just separated themselves from the crowd in the dance floor.

"Evening, kids. What can I get for ya two?"

Seems one of the bartenders finally noticed them, Gavin thought as he turned to the bartender, about to ask for the club's speciality before he gaped.

The bartender was practically largest Typhlosion he'd ever seen. The 'mon must be at least more than six feet tall... with an impressive musculature to boot. He could see them because the Fire-type was completely barechested except for the thick, leather shoulder strap stretched through his back, and a white collar that wrapped snugly around his neck, secured with a velvet black bowtie. The form-fitting cowboy styled chaps he was wearing gave a pretty emphasize on the beige colored briefs he wore underneath. Gavin quickly saw, as his cheeks reddened, the bartender was packing a very nice package.

Turning his eyes away from down there, Gavin absentmindedly noted that the bartender's build was a really nice balance between bulk and muscle. That, and it was evident the bartender took really good care of himself. His light maroon fur and pale cream underbelly showed a smooth sheen under the neon white and gold lighting. The shiny Typhlosion looked around his mid thirties, with the trimmed scruff around his chin and a trail of fluff running down his defined chest. Gavin wasn't really drawn to older guys, but he thought the bartender was exceedingly attractive.

"Evening to you too, sir." Chris greeted the bartender brightly. His eyes seem to lit up in a golden hue. "Brought a friend tonight." He intoned as he patted Gavin's shoulder. "His name's Gavin."

"Er, hello." Gavin extended his paw towards the much bigger Fire-type. Still surprised that someone as big as the bartender existed.

The bartender leaned forward and grasped the Growlithe's paw in a very firm shake. "So you're the one called Gavin! Welcome to the Den, that is, my den." He chuckled. His speech was laid with a faint, but somewhat thick accent. Russian, or Scandinavian perhaps? He couldn't tell. "Name's Arsio. Nice to finally meet ya, kid." His startlingly golden eyes seem to glint in amusement.

"Nice to meet you too... sir." Gavin replied, his words failed him slightly as he whiffed up a musky sort of scent, smelling faintly of cinnamon and spice coming from the Typhlosion. It made his head feel pleasantly fuzzy and all around warm. He blinked, shaking his head as the odd moment passed.

"Hah, you're just as shy as Chris when he first came here! Kid, just let loose and enjoy yourself. The Den is a friendly place for guys like us. You've got nothing to be afraid of here." The bartender grinned. His velvety smooth baritone rolled in pleasant rumbles in Gavin's ears, which sent shivers down his spine. He found himself nodding again, agreeing with the bartender. He's got nothing to be afraid of, of course. Why would he be? The Growlithe gave a relaxed smile to the shiny Typhlosion, which was mirrored by the Manectric sitting beside him. Both students seem to loose some level of tenseness as they relaxed on their seats.

Arsio grinned. "Well, here you go. Call me up when you two've made your choice." He intoned, handing the two young males an embossed menu card before moving towards the Gogoat and Machoke pair beside them. "So... what can I get for you two fine gentlemen?"

Gavin scanned the menu card, his head bobbed along with the background music coming from the speakers. He hummed as he noticed that the bar was serving a lot of cocktails tonight, and most of them were quite heavy with alcohol. He recognized a few of them, but the rest of the drinks were new to him. Deciding to skip over the drinks section, Gavin turned towards the snacks. Sandwiches, fries, nachos... seems pretty standard.

"I think I'll take the Red Devil." Chris mused, flipping the menu around. "I don't think I'll take the snacks. What about you?"

Flipping over the menu to browse the drinks section yet again, Gavin decided to settle for something he's familiar with. "Hmm... I guess I'll take the Special Screwdriver. Not sure about the snacks yet." He said, putting down the card. "So, you've been here before?" He asked, swiveling slightly on the chair to look at Chris.

The Manectric nodded with a grin. "Yep. Been here a few times already. Oh, hey Malcolm!"

"Chris. Been a while!" came the reply from a Lucario who had appeared from the bar. His lithe but defined frame was covered in the exact same attire as Arsio's. The shiny Typhlosion himself was engaged by a hunky looking Floatzel a few feet away. "Lively night eh? Settled on your choices, I see?" The jackal continued, glancing to the menu cards, before his dark amber colored eyes shifted to Gavin. "I see you brought a friend too! So, what can I get you?"

"One Red Devil please." Chris recited his order.

"Uh, Special Screwdriver for me." He said when Malcolm turned to him. "What makes your Screwdriver special?" He added, feeling intrigued. The menu card hadn't listed the ingredients of each drink after all... wait. "Oh gods, that came out wrong." He groaned, covering his face just as Malcolm burst out laughing.

"My screwdriver is mighty fine. You're welcome to tweak with it if you want." The Lucario winked, gyrating his hips slightly which sent Gavin into a deeper blush. "We use our homemade vodka and a little bit of soda and a dash of our speciality grenadine." Malcolm finally explained as he wrote down their order. "Right, I'll just give this to the boss, and I'll be right back at you." He chuckled winking again at Gavin before he sauntered away.

"Anyway, how are you liking the club, Gav?" Chris said, attempting to distract his friend's embarrassment. He failed to mask the snicker from his voice however. Gavin puffed out slightly in annoyance, before he took a few calming breath. The cinnamon-like scent from Arsio tickled his nose as he inhaled and exhaled.

"You know... I like it here. It's really cool... and man, I just love the music." The words flowed out of Gavin's mouth almost automatically, and he found himself agreeing with his own words. He really found the Den to be a really nice club... and the Garchomp DJ was really a beast with his music. Better still, he felt strangely invigorated just by sinking into the energetic ambience of the club itself.

"Yeah, you got that right buddy." Chris nodded with a grin. "Perhaps I'll take the club membership here." He added as an afterthought, looking oddly pensive.

Gavin shrugged. "Mmm... sounds good yeah." He said somewhat distractedly. His attention was now drawn to the approaching figure of the shiny Typhlosion bartender, carrying an array of colorful drinks on a large tray. The fuzzy, mind numbing musk seemed to get stronger as he approached. The Growlithe found his mind blanking for a moment. He couldn't seem to get enough gazing at Arsio's heavenly physique.

"Whoa, whoa, gentlemen. Take it easy." Arsio's deep, slightly accented voice brought his attention back to the present. With a start, Gavin realized that the Gogoat and Machoke duo was making out, rather heatedly at that. Their meaty hands and paws were reaching every bit of flesh they could touch. Gavin heard Chris taking a sharp intake of breath beside him, and he could literally feel the heat creeping back up his cheeks and down to his loins.

The shiny Typhlosion placed down the drinks he was carrying and gave a sharp tap on the two guests' shoulders. "If you're that eager, why don't you two take it to the private lounges, hmm?" He was grinning mischievously as he effortlessly separated the two lovers. The air around the bar suddenly seemed to grew rather warm. Comfortably so.

The Gogoat's scruffy face was bright red as he mumbled his apology and promptly went off with the Machoke in tow. The Machoke had his hand around his partner's ass along the way.

"Sorry about that. Sometimes my regulars can get pretty... excited." The shiny Typhlosion explained, grinning somewhat sheepishly as he turned back to Gavin and Chris. "Good thing I made this place equipped with private lounges." He chuckled. "Anywho, here are your drinks. One Red Devil and one Special Screwdriver."

Gavin nodded, flushing as he received his drink from Arsio. He can clearly imagine what goes behind those lounges right now. He blinked as he slowly came to realization. "Wait, you're the owner of this club?"

Arsio let out a hearty, booming laugh. "Well, I did say this place is my den, didn't I?"

"Wow, okay... that's nice." Gavin replied, feeling a tad bit embarrassed. He should've realized it sooner. "Well... I rarely heard about a club owner doubling as the bartender, so yeah." He added, taking a slow sip of his bright orange drink. A content sigh escaped his lips. It was somewhat tangy but quite light, with a dash of sweetness to it. He had to admit, it was really good.

"What can I say kid? I like getting close and personal with my staff members." The grin on the Typhlosion's face grew larger, if not a tad feral. "Besides, I like working with people. Being a bartender is perfect for me." he chuckled, leaning forward slightly on the polished countertop. "So, how are you finding my Screwdriver, hmm?"

Gavin found himself flushing again at the innuendo. He knew the Typhlosion was teasing him but he couldn't help but glance at the large bulge in Arsio's pants. "I-it's really good, to be honest. Though I hadn't had much of them before..." He gulped, tearing his eyes away from the bartender.

Arsio hummed thoughtfully, the teasing smirk still adorning his face. "You sure you are referring to the drink and not something else, kid?"

The Growlithe couldn't help but stare when Arsio made a clearly deliberate move to adjust his leather white chaps and tight briefs. The bulge seem to throb in its confines. The heavy and musky spicy scent emanating from the Typhlosion's body was slowly building up, warping Gavin's sense of awareness and reasoning as he inadvertently breathed on it. He blinked when the shiny Fire-type snapped his fingers right under his nose.

"Kid, eyes are up here."

Gavin immediately snapped his eyes up to Arsio's pair of golden orbs. Would he be more aware, he would find the Typhlosion's faintly glowing, swirling eyes to be unnerving. A tiny part of his mind was screaming for him that something was wrong, but the rest of his thoughts were focused on how ethereal and beautiful they seem. The longer he stared at the eyes, the stronger his desire to sink into those pool of golden amber orbs. Unbeknownst to him, his own grey irises were starting to be surrounded with a glowing ring of gold, pulsing gently as it slowly covered the edges of his eyes.

"You're doing great..." The bartender-slash-club owner smirked widely to himself. His voice seemed to gain a slightly more alluring quality to it. "Really, really great. Now... why don't you just relax and enjoy yourself hmm? Immerse yourself in the atmosphere... you can trust me completely... Don't mind anything else. You're having the time of your life, aren't ya?"

Gavin nodded slowly, still staring with a blank expression at the Typhlosion. "Yes..." He blinked once. "I am... it's really great." His face broke into a content sort of grin.

Arsio held out a paw. "Call me sir."

"Sir." Was the immediate reply.

"I think could give you a real look 'round the club if that's what you want... and perhaps something more." The bartender intoned with a slight purr, snapping his fingers in front of the Growlithe's face. "It'll be a real trip, don't you think?"

Blinking, Gavin shook his head as he looked at the expectant face of Arsio. Somehow, he couldn't really think of anything else aside from the suggestions that had settled in his mind. Being given a look around the club by the sexy bartender would be really cool, so why not?

"Sure... yeah. That would be great." he nodded with a slight flush.

Arsio nodded. "Great. Now then..." He turned to the Manectric who had been looking at the exchange in intrigue, if not somewhat impassively, as if nothing wrong had gone off. His eyes were a perfect blend of hazel and gold, Arsio noted happily.

He remembered the day when the kid and a couple of his buddies went into his club. Nervous young thing, and not to mention struggling with internal decisions and desires, which Arsio gathered after giving the Manectric a few round of drinks. He decided to give the canine a bit of friendly... advices and suggestions, and he could see that it was working wonderfully both to his personality and body.

The kid was far easier to influence compared to his two buddies, which was another story, but nothing he couldn't handle. Though, he had to admit, without Titus' hypnotic music which kept everyone's subconscious to be vulnerable to manipulate, things wouldn't be this easy. He'd have to thank the Garchomp DJ sometime. Perhaps really thanking the DJ with some real treat of his own.

However, he had a new customer who he had to take care of. He could literally taste the arousal coming from the Growlithe in waves. The pup was lusting after him, oh that's for certain, and the Manectric was naturally in a mildly excited state. He had that effect on people, Arsio chuckled inwardly as he licked his lips, thinking carefully on how he could proceed.

"You go finish your drink first." he finally said, nodding to himself. "We can start the tour once you're done. Sounds good?"

Gavin's face brightened. "That would be great, sir." Came the automatic reply.

"Of course, anything for a customer." The Typhlosion rumbled happily, turning to the Lucario who had wandered to the side of the bar. "By the way, Malcolm, can you entertain our guest for a little while? I'm afraid I might be preoccupied for several hours."

Malcolm merely grinned, looking at Chris with a small smirk. "Sure, no problem." He replied, and headed directly towards the Manectric, who grinned back at the canine.

"So, let's get started, shall we?" Arsio rumbled as he slipped away from the bar. He waited for Gavin, who practically bounded to his side. The golden glow around the Growlithe's irises seem to pulsate with anticipation.

Gavin jumped a bit when Arsio placed his huge paw around his shoulder as he began to lead him around the club. Admittedly, the warmth emanating from the shiny Typhlosion was really nice. He didn't even realize that he was leaning towards Arsio's grasp. All he felt was a sense of contentment.

He was led away from the bar, through the busy, crowded, and not to mention noisy dance floor, barely listening to the Typhlosion's explanation on what was where and which did what. The pleasant baritone rumbling from the bartender's lips was really soothing.

They soon walked towards the back of the bar. Gavin noted that there were a number of comfy looking booth seats with really tall backs in this area, giving a small amount of privacy to anyone who's occupying it. The noise from the dance floor got increasingly dimmer as they progressed further into the back of the club, until they came to an entryway covered with a richly decorated door flap. A huge brass plaque with the words: PRIVATE LOUNGES written on it was hung right above the arch.

"Here we are, the private lounges." Arsio said as they walked past the door flap, and ushered his guest into a much quieter hallway. It was dimly lit, but still bright enough that guests could made their way through without trouble. The walls were decorated with black and orange pads which explained the almost lack of noise. The thick red carpeting muffled their footsteps as the three began to walk forward.

"It's generally open to all of my customers who would like retire and enjoy some quiet time from the crowd." the Typhlosion explained as they began to pass several curtained off entryways.

Gavin could see a spacious, semi-circular area fit for a small group through the open curtains, equipped with a flat screen TV, large sofas which were molded to the wall, and a mini bar. But not all of them were open however. Some of them were closed with the thick, heavy curtains, looking as if they were tied taut from the other side. Gavin blinked when he heard several odd, muffled noises coming from the ones which were curtained off.

"They could also enjoy some company if they desire... like that Gogoat and Machoke gentlemen earlier." Arsio added with a slight purr to his voice when he saw Gavin's look. The Growlithe felt his cheeks redden again. The bulge on his jeans became more apparent.

"That's nice." He managed to say, trying to not to gaze on the curtained doors for too long.

"The lower level is open for everyone, but the upper lounges are for my VIP members, and also my office." Arsio continued. Gavin found himself lost in the larger fire-type's deep, soothing voice again as they rounded a corner and came to a set of glass-and-aluminum staircase, lit by white neon lights, and guarded by an alert looking Zangoose in form fitting white suit and silver wrap around shades.

"Evening boss." He said with a curt nod as he stepped aside and removed the red queue barrier which blocked off access to the stair. Arsio gave the Zangoose a nod in return before ushering Gavin up the staircase. The Zangoose returned the barrier back to its place and returned standing at attention.

The upstairs corridor was virtually identical to the one on the level below, but it was more decorated. The red carpeting had intricate gold celtic patterns embroidered around the edges, and there were a few bright, abstract paintings alternating between the padded walls. Instead of rows of curtains, there were four sets of polished oaken doors, each separated quite ways away from the other. A fifth door stood at the end of the hallway, which they were heading towards to.

"Well, here we are. My office." Arsio said as he produced a card key and slid it across the card pad. It clicked open with a beep. "Go on in." He chuckled as he pushed open the door and ushered the young college student in.

Gavin gaped when the lights were finally turned on. The room was huge, no doubt about that. It looked like a cross between an office and a living area. Comfy looking leather-lined sofas were set to the wall. The large, handsome mahogany desk was equipped with a mini-bar to the side, complete with wine bottles and champagne glasses. An enormous, black leather seat was set by the desk, facing an enormous flat screen TV on the opposite wall. Gavin's feet paws sunk into the incredibly soft fabric of the rich red carpet, which complimented the dark panelled walls and gold accents. A large tinted window was set to the side, which showed the view of the club below with its flashing lights and whatnot, but no sound came through the walls. The office was completely soundproof, and it was silent except for the muffled, calming jazz tunes from somewhere inside the office.

"Whoa..."

"Glad you like it. I like my office to be as comfortable as possible." Arsio rumbled from directly behind him with the sound of the door closing, and locking. Gavin turned and saw the shiny Typhlosion was standing very close to him. He could smell the fire type's ripe musk wafting through the air.

"Yeah... it's nice." Gavin found himself saying, looking at Arsio's glowing golden orbs. The larger Pokemon had cupped his paws around Gavin's face and leaning down close. "Why don't we get ourselves comfortable, hmm?"

The Growlithe nodded without a second thought, letting out a soft whimper when Arsio squeezed the growing tent on his jeans. He removed his shirt first, and moved to unfasten his pants. He shivered when Arsio leaned in and nuzzled his neck, suckling the sensitive spots on his flesh and occasionally grazing it with his fangs.

"Hmhm, you've got one nice package." The bartender grinned once Gavin dropped his briefs and kicked off his pants, his caninehood was standing at full mast, already dripping pre from the prolonged arousal. The fleshy orb on the base of his cock was slowly gaining size by the second. Arsio went to grab the Growlithe's furry ball sacks, his large paw easily grasped up to the canine's knot. He grinned when he heard a needy whimper coming out from the smaller 'mon's lips. "You really wanted this then, hmm?"

Gavin could only nod as Arsio's other paw began to roam his chest, rubbing his chest fur and feeling the contours of his slowly developing muscles. The Growlithe could only blink in a daze when he noticed that the Typhlosion had shed his pants, showing the impressive bulge which was only held by a thin piece of jockstrap that looked ready to burst on its seams. He gulped.

Noticing the canine's reaction, Arsio seized Gavin's head and pushed the Growlithe forward. He mashed his lips against the young Growlithe's own, pressing his large tongue forcefully into the canine's mouth. Gavin didn't show much resistance as Arsio completely dominated his mouth, exploring every nook and cranny of his muzzle, and down somewhat over his throat.

He struggled for a moment, but was forced to relax as the Typhlosion ravaged his mouth. It was strangely exciting until Arsio pulled away, letting air back into his windpipe. It was a short respite however as the bartender pushed him down, pressing his head against the bulge that was straining against his jockstrap.

"You want it? You have to earn it, kid." He rumbled with a grin.

Gavin felt himself shudder as his paws grabbed the white colored elastic band and pulled the piece of undergarment away. His nose was immediately assaulted by the Typhlosion's thick, ripe musk as the thick, solid, veiny rod stood at attention now that it was finally free of its confines. It throbbed almost hypnotically just a few tiny inches away from Gavin's face. The Growlithe literally drooled at the sight, inhibitions gone when the musk had dulled his other senses and heightened his desire.

He jerked back a bit when the head of the Typhlosion's manhood suddenly prodded his muzzle. He looked up to the bartender and gulped from the predatory look he was being given.

"What are you waiting for? Don't keep me waiting." The larger Fire-type practically growled.

Lips trembling, Gavin opened his maw and wrapped them around Arsio's sizeable length. A languid moan slipped through his lips almost on the next second from the taste along. It was so strong, so... overpowering, almost, he thought as he used his tongue to lap against the length inside his muzzle, trying the best he can to accommodate the size as he slowly pushed forward.

Arsio let out a soft sigh and patted Gavin's head as his rod was warmed by the Growlithe's moist oral orifice and soft tongue. "Yeah... that's it kid... you're doing real good." He rumbled in content. His golden eyes were practically glowing with excitement in his office's dim lighting. He slowly began to hump into the young Growlithe's maw, hilting his cock deeper and deeper, until it impacted with the back of the canine's throat.

Gavin choked through the mouthful of cock, but forced himself to suppress the gag reflex down as he angled his head so the shaft could ease deeper into his throat. The task proved to be quite the challenge as the cock's size alone threatened to dislocate his jaw, but the Growlithe pressed on and kept sucking. His mind was already conjuring images of Arsio having his way with him. His own canine cock twitching and trembling with anticipation.

"That's it... you'd be a really good cocksucker." The bartender chuckled with a deep, pleasant rumble as he continued to hump into the Growlithe's muzzle. He let Gavin to pleasure his manhood for a few moments longer before he slowly pulled out and lightly slapped the canine's face with his slick, dripping cock. "Lick it all the way down kid, and I might just reward ya." He grinned widely.

The command sent shivers down Gavin's spine, his heartbeat quickened in excitement. The golden glow around his eyes pulsated as he dragged his tongue through Arsio's throbbing length. Now, he wanted nothing more than to beg Arsio to ravage his ass hole and bred him, but he felt it wouldn't be appropriate. In turn, he decided to service the bartender's sizeable cock, dragging his tongue from the base of the veiny shaft and right up to the tip, loving the very taste coming from it.

Arsio grinned to himself as he slowly removed the shoulder strap, caressing his solid, firm pecs and lightly pinching his erect nipples to enhance the pleasure he was experiencing. The Growlithe seem to know what he was doing, which was a very good thing. Sighing in content, he looked down at the canine and tapped Gavin's cheeks. "That's enough for now, kid. Hmm... tell me, is this your first time?"

"N-no." Gavin replied slowly as he slowly stood up, cheeks flushing slightly, lips trembling. He was already missing the tantalizing taste of the shiny Typhlosion's cock. "W-well... I've never taken it up back there." He added, looking at Arsio with his gold-ringed eyes sheepishly.

Perfect. "Been a long time since I tasted a virgin's ass... you up to it kid?" The bartender's grin was definitely predatory as he flopped down the leather seat by his desk.

Gavin's heartbeat thumped against his ribcage. A part of him wanted to jump directly into the Typhlosion's hunky, muscular body and sink his ass into the massive manhood, but he held himself. He gave a small nod instead.

"Great... then come up here, kid." The bartender patted the smooth, shiny surface of the polished wooden desk. "Make yourself comfortable, heh."

Gulping, the young Growlithe climbed up to the desk, shivering slightly from the feeling of the cool surface touching his bare rump as he sat above it, facing the Typhlosion. He was about to ask what he should do next before Arsio seized his legs and lifted them up. The sudden motion pushed his back to slam against the smooth wooden surface. He didn't get so much of a moment to think before he felt a large, warm tongue assaulting his back entrance.

"F-fwah?" His body seized up by the sudden but not unpleasant sensation around his ass. Cocking his head up slightly, he could see Arsio lapping up the space between his butt cheeks, teasing his fleshy opening once or twice, wetting it up with his enormous tongue, before he plunged it into his hole. "Oooh..." He breathed, feeling his rectal muscles clenching around the soft fleshy appendage.

Arsio pulled out, smacking his lips once he was satisfied exploring the Growlithe's anal orifice. "What a fresh, virgin hole you have kid." He smirked, dragging his tongue over his lips.

Gavin simply smiled weakly, before he gasped again when Arsio dove back in, lapping against his asshole, reaching deep and wide with his dexterous tongue. He let out a long, gasping moan when the Typhlosion's tongue grazing something... his prostate, he realized a second later, panting as Arsio continued to pleasure his sensitive backdoor.

"Hmm..." The larger Fire-type hummed as he pulled back, but not before giving Gavin's anal ring and furry balls a long, sensual lick. "I think you're ready."

The Growlithe nodded fervently in response, his own cock was throbbing in anticipation. "P-please, sir... " He panted needily.

"Heh, since you asked so nicely..." Arsio grinned, grasping Gavin's hips and pulled him close. The Growlithe shifted in the uncomfortable, half lying, half standing position he was in. He shivered when he felt the shiny Typhlosion's manhood prodding against his wet tailhole.

"W-what about lube?" He managed to voice out, letting out a soft gasp when he felt the head prodding deeper against his hole, threatening to break through the ring of muscle.

Arsio rumbled a dark chuckle. "No need to kid... I like it nice and raw." He whispered to the Growlithe's ears, before he bucked his hips forward.

It was intense, definitely intense. The pain was overwhelming as Arsio pushed the tip of his enormous cock through. However, it was quickly replaced by an equal amount of pleasure when the Fire-type began to piston into his tailhole. Gavin was a quivering, writhing, moaning mess as Arsio tore his ass apart, sending waves of pleasure up his spine as the Typhlosion expertly prodded and nailed his sweet spot over and over again.

"Heh... like that lil' guy?" The bartender grunted grinning at the Growlithe. Gavin nodded with a moaning whine, his paws clawing at the wooden desk, desperate for something to hold on to. "Oh, no you're not scratching my desk." Arsio's eyes flashed, seizing the canine's arms and draped them over his shoulder, effectively pulling the smaller 'mon into his embrace.

Gavin cried out when he sank deeper into Arsio's cock. It felt like he was being torn into two from down below, but the pleasure was quickly overriding the pain. His cock, squeezed between his body and Arsio's muscular torso, spurted pre as he wrapped his legs around Arsio's waist, bobbing in rhythm with the Typhloshion's pounding.

"T-that's it kid... let it all out." Arsio grinned, slamming the remainder of his cock deep into Gavin's tight, moist hole. Oh, virgin asses were always the best... and much more exhilarating, he thought with a grunt, kicking up his pounding several notches. He groaned out when Gavin's rectal walls clenched tightly against his thick rod, the Growlithe's balls churning as the canine shaft twitched and spewed its warm, juicy contents, completely soiling their chests with thick white spunk.

"Ah-ahn..." Gavin moaned as he continued to spurt his seed. The intensity had proved to be too much for him. He had hoped he would last longer, but it was so good...

The Typhlosion bent down to lick off the semen that had landed on Gavin's chin. "Mmm... tasty." He chuckled as he continued to clean the Growlithe's face and bits of his chest while keeping up his pounding. The large Typhlosion then let out a soft grunt, his paws squeezing Gavin's shoulders tightly. "Mmmrh... keep pressing on to me like that and I might just blow, kid."

Gavin tried to unclench his rear, but the speed of Arsio's intense bucking left his lower regions feeling like jelly. "I-I can't... ooh..."

Arsio chuckled, licking the tip of Gavin's muzzle. "Heh, doesn't matter... mmmh..." He began to slam harder into the Growlithe, making the canine cry out in ecstasy as his prostrate gland was being assaulted repeatedly with renewed intensity. Spurts of cum came out from his cock, though it was less powerful than before. "Ready or not, kid... ngh... I'm not pulling out."

"J-just breed me, sir..." Gavin gasped.

"Heh... good boy." The Typhlosion grinned widely, slamming deep and hard into the depths of the Growlithe's rectum as his balls churned and contracted, followed by a familiar tugging sensation deep from his gut. With a final thrust and a mighty roar, Arsio emptied his load into Gavin's ass. Thick ropes of hot, molten cum filled the canine's insides, some were spilling out as Arsio didn't stop his thrusts, dripping freely from the Growlithe's thighs and pooling down to the fine leather seat.

Gavin was left a moaning, soiled mess as he held on the best he could as Arsio continued to breed him. He gasped, looking up at the larger Typhlosion with a content, and somewhat glazed look. The thick golden ring around his eyes were pulsing like crazy, almost dominating his hazel colored eyes.

"Mmmmh... yeah, you're a good fuck, just like your friend." Arsio chuckled, slowing down his movements to a stop, hilting his cock deep into Gavin's ass. "How does that feel, kid?"

The answer flowed almost automatically from the Growlithe's lips. "Incredible..." He breathed, gasping from the throbbing shaft lodged inside his rear. "So good... t-thank you sir." He added.

Arsio merely grinned. "Don't thank me yet, kid." He said, reaching down to the side of his desk, and pressed one single button. "After all, we're not really done yet."

Gavin blinked blankly at the Typhlosion. His head cocked to the side slightly. "What do you mean, sir?"

A long, passionate kiss came as a response. Gavin immediately welcomed the large, moist tongue which quickly invaded his muzzle, letting little to no resistance as he relished on the feeling of the Typhlosion dominating his mouth.

"You shall see." was Arsio's reply when they finally pulled out. Gavin's face was flushed as he gasped for air. He frowned slightly, the state of his hazy mind couldn't really comprehend what the bartender was trying to convey.

Arsio shook his head, chuckling with mirth. He patted Gavin's head somewhat affectionately, giving a light thrust into the Growlithe, which elicited a pleasured yip from the canine. "Don't you worry." He murmured, swiveling his chair as there was a knock on the door. It unlocked and swung open with a press of another button.

Gavin's golden rimmed eyes widened a fraction as he watched Malcolm, completely bare except for the leather straps he was wearing, walked into the room, his red shaft throbbing and dripping with cum. He grinned as he waved at Gavin, taking his place right beside the chair, and was eyeing Gavin's erection with a hungry look. His dark amber eyes was glowing dimly in the darkness of the room.

Following directly behind him was Kody the Charmeleon who had greeted him by the entrance. He was in the same state of excitement as Malcolm. Gavin couldn't take his eyes off the long, ridged, tapered cock that was hanging between the Charmeleon's legs. Like Malcolm, he slowly strode to the space beside Arsio, his flaming tail swishing gently.

The third guest was what surprised Gavin the most.

"Chris?" He blurted out at the Manectric, who simply grinned back at him, standing completely naked.

"Sup." The blue furred canine chuckled as he joined the group that had formed a semicircle around Arsio and Gavin. His black knotted cock was standing at full mast, oozing with cum, which had splattered all over his chest, and dripping freely from his ass... also, he smelled thickly of the Lucario in the office.

Gavin felt his face heat up as he turned to look at Arsio, who was giving him that predatory grin. He gulped.

"I'd say... consider this as a welcome-to-the-club present, Gavin." Arsio's golden eyes glinted mischievously as he slowly pulled himself out of the Growlithe, who let out an involuntary whine as the sense of emptiness filled his rear.

He blinked and shivered from the hungry looks directed at him from the four occupants in the room. Their glowing amber eyes was somewhat unsettling, but all creeping doubts were dispelled from his mind once he locked his eyes back with Arsio's golden ones.

"The night's still young, kid. Wouldn't want to waste it all away, eh?" He rumbled out a low chuckle, watching as the golden glow around Gavin's eyes slowly taking out the Growlithe's irises with a wide grin.

"Now... let's get started, shall we?"