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Spike's leather experience

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The gym, the one and only place that constantly fills itself with musk, sweat and raging male hormones. Fortunately, that wasn't the only scent that struck over this place. Determination, self-worth and most of all, the willpower to better one's self. These were the aura that creates a well-built man and in the corner, a Doberman lurks with his weights.

He grunted with every ounce of his strength, his spotter right in front of him as he gave in to his last rep. A loud cry of determination, followed by the clanging of metal, the male canine placed the barbell back to where it was. "That felt great!"

It was nearly midnight and it was at this hour that these duo stayed back to perform their final hurrah. Lesser furs about, in fact, little to none and it was at this time that no one was present. His shark spotter punched over his shoulder and laughed loudly.

"Spike! My boy! You're doing well! Under my perfect guidance, you'll have the body that rivals mine." Roberto was his name and he was a man that has an ego as large as his cock and that's saying something.

Spike shook his head. "You're a fucking shark, how the hell can I compete with that?"

"Oh come off it," Roberto chuckled. "You've got the perfect body and you and I know what you do with it on your off days." He winked.

The Doberman blushed and sighed out loud. He was right and deep down, he didn't want his secret to be revealed. He was a typical Doberman, a well-defined body and working hard at the gym had proved its worth when he flexed and showed himself off. Like Roberto said, he'd gotten better and the results were already in. His face beamed with pride and proud of his achievement but compared to the shark, he was far more confident and sexier. Roberto reeks of the term school jock and that was what he used to be in college. Large and broad upper torso, he was the man of everyone's dream and his washboard abs were divine. Spike always had to lick his lips as he admired those beautiful muscles and had full access to every part of his body. Not to mention that swirling tattoo plastered right upon his right pectoral. He didn't know why but perhaps it was a personal symbol of his self being. Whatever it is, it did accentuate his nipples even more.

After college, Roberto didn't had much luck with the job industry and despite having several sport scholarships and contacts, none of them wanted to hire, not even a supplementary coach. Fortunately, the shark wasn't deterred by such setbacks and decided to go with his strengths and that was literally just his body strength. Getting into the swimming scene, he was hired as a lifeguard at a public Olympic sized pool and he excelled in it. That wasn't enough and the night was where he got his money. Working as a bouncer in several gay night club had it perks and he loved it. More so than a job to coach young brats in college. Though, he did loved one particular club than any other: Eagle's Dive.

That was where he met Spike, the leather loving Doberman. He had a personal kink with leather and it came to no surprise that they managed to click with one another. In the end, they turned to the bedroom scene and that's where they started becoming fuck buddies. Unfortunately, being both tops didn't worked much for each other and that's where another man comes in, their very own personal bottom bitch: Simon.

"Is Simon not done with his cardio yet?" Spike said as he finished his final rep and set, exhausted. "Ungh... I'm done. My arms feels like jell-o."

"No idea if he's done but seriously? You're already tuckered out? We still have one more exercise to go," Roberto shook his head. "Guess you're still a weakling. Check out these guns."

With that said, the shark took a step back and flexed for the Doberman, giving to a double bicep flex and winked at him. If that wasn't enough, he stood proud and showed off his broad chest, purposely giving the canine a pretty damn good show. Spike gulped a mouthful and dismissed the chauvinist male. Though, deep down, he'd love to worship those muscles. "We have one last exercise to do and I'd like to get it done before I pass out."

Squats was the last in their schedule, one that Spike didn't particularly liked because Roberto always overshadowed his sets. It started off easy with a few warm up weights and after that, they started to stack and after the fourth set, the Doberman was about to collapse from exhaustion. No matter what he did, he wasn't going to beat Roberto in the game of muscles. As he backed off and allowed the shark to perform his sets, he watched the male as he went down and spread his ass, moulded into two perfect round that he would love to eat out. Spike may be a top but he was considerate and loves to pleasure his partner with simple licks upon their tail hole.

As he rose up to take a breather, Roberto looked forward and concentrated on the heavy metal weights. Everything was going as planned and his body was able to handle it. One final rep and the shark roared, his voice echoed across the gym and a few had turned heads. Spike chuckled with arms akimbo, admired the powerful male as he stretched out his body and relaxed. Yes, Roberto truly was a man that most bottoms would love to have and plenty wanted to worship his body. Wasn't long before the shirt was lost and Roberto stood there topless, looked himself in the mirror and gave a smirk. That ego was truly amazing.

"It's your turn. I expect something from you." Roberto said.

Spike sighed and shook his head. "If I die here, please give me a proper burial."

It was at that very moment that Simon approached, watching the Doberman going down on a few reps. "You don't look like you're dying."

His body shook and trembled, legs about to give out, shoulders hurt badly from the weight of the metal bar, the canine cried out and let go. Thankfully, the safety metal caught the heavy bar as it came crashing down. "That's too much!"

"I'll say," Simon helped him up. As his friend Spike, he was a normal canine, dressed for gym and his body wasn't large and proud like old Roberto here but slightly slimmer than Spike. He was a cardio man rather than weight lifting and that earned him a pretty good looking body. Which was why he left these two metal heads together while he hit the old fashion treadmill. "You guys need a spotter and I'm done for the night."

Half an hour had passed and it was at this point that the entire gym was cleared out, leaving the trio with their final push. Roberto was last and as he re-racked the long metal bar, he puffed his chest out and gave both canines a big grin. With his shirt off, his sweat began to pour down his body and that made his muscles glisten under the light, perfectly aligned and he couldn't help but gave in a pose.

"Look at these muscles, fuck yeah," he said. "I'll become stronger and have guys running up to me on each arm. Although, I think I already have two right here."

Spike laughed and shook his head. "Your head is way in the clouds."

"Yep and I think we should go. It's closing time." Simon replied.

"Aww come on guys, you know you like me. Especially when I do this." The shark flexed his chest and made them hard. A paw upon his right chest and swirled a finger along his tattooed pectoral, giving off a good show for these two dogs.

Spike nearly salivate at that body and Simon wasn't very far behind but the dog took one step further to fondle those large pecs. Roberto chuckled and gave full access to him and he cared not if anyone were to catch them in the act. The gym was practically empty and even if they wanted to be cautious about it, they could actually hear footsteps from beyond. If that happens, they had ample amount of time to react. For now, he reacted differently when two paws groped upon his chest. Simon panted and began to worship the large male. His musk permeate in the air and pierced through his nostrils. Such powerful and strong scent, one that he could never get enough off.

"Get a good look at them. Mmm... feel me up, boy. " Roberto licked his lips and after a few minutes, he got bolder by dropping off his pants.

Simon, being the submissive bottom between the three, caught on immediately and had no other qualms about their current situation. His paws roamed and felt every valley of muscles that made the shark so much more desirable. Tongue rolled out, eager to lick his body, to taste the scent rather than just smell him. Lips pursed comfortable against the right pecs, lavished the body with kisses while he ascended lower to a slightly large nipple. Roberto grinned and pats the dog.

Spike stood rooted to the ground, unable to take another step as he watched the scene right in front of him. Roberto was right and if they heard footsteps, they could just pack up and leave but when he has his pants down, there's not going to be any room for packing up. Instead, the Doberman joined in the pack. He may be a top on his own but he has a certain kink with that muscled shark. Both paws fondled against his abs and Roberto moaned with lust, his passion rose immediately and he wanted these two canines to worship him endlessly.

With his pants down, the shark's underwear was the only barrier standing in between a pair of beautiful set of cock and balls. Unfortunately, that wasn't their main intention... for now. Spike pushed himself forward and licked those set of abs and was in awe as he felt the hardness that defined the very being of a male. Each line on his body carved the perfect road and going upwards, he was greeted with a large and massive pectoral. Simon had the right, tongue circled around the nipple and groped along that body. Which means Roberto needed attention on the left. The Doberman gave in a smug grin and dove right in, suckled upon the left nubs as it hardened up.

Getting attention from both of his sensitive nipples, Roberto just couldn't stop himself from moaning. His back pressed against the wall, his tail wagged away like a canine, head rolled back as he enjoyed the wondrous sensation of having these two dogs right under his command.

"Mmm... this feels so good. Yeah, lick my body. Feel me up. You know you love it." Dirty talk wasn't one of his strong points but it did encouraged his two worshippers and worshipped they did, constantly groping and caressing his sweaty body. Every simple touch of their paw had him relaxed and wasn't long before he felt the tingling sensation down under. His cock throbbed and pulsed, restricted by the only undergarment but has yet to reveal his maleness to the two. Instead, he flexed even more and made his arms bulged.

Simon moaned, his eyes turned to lust, saliva dripped down his tongue as he licked those bulging muscles. His fingers pressed upon them, hard and rough, powerful and strong, someone that could make him feel safe and at the same time pound him till he forgets his name. Spike on the other hand wanted to feel something else. He'd been dreaming of claiming this large male, down on all fours and working his cock in and out of that round bubble ass but that wasn't going to happen. Roberto always made his puckered hole as an off limits area but he wouldn't turn down a good ass licking.

Judging from how hungry Simon looked, Roberto decided to relief his burning desire for cock and pulled his underwear down. Two cocks immediately popped out as they slapped against his washboard abs. Simon whined with ears behind, panted heavily as he waited for the shark's command. Roberto was happy and glad that he was born a shark because having two large cocks like these meant double the pleasure. Not to mention one cock for each canine!

Without another word, two pair of paws went in for the assault, giving him mild strokes and teased every so often but never letting up with their muscle worship. Roberto was painfully hard at this point with how much attention he received but then again, he wasn't going to complain about it because this was just what he craved for at every end of his workout. It wasn't often that they were alone like this and when an opportunity arises, they went in for the kill.

"Exceptionally hot, especially in leather," Spike commented. "That's why you're a big hit in the club."

"And who said that I'm not hot in leather and a big hit at the club?" Roberto replied with an emphasis of his multitasking nature. "Even so, that's not my job."

"Mmmm of course but it should be," Simon dragged his wet tongue all over his protruding biceps. "I bet you get paid more than just being a bouncer at the Eagle's Dive."

That was probably true because every once in a while, the owner would have called upon him to perform when they were short of one show. Whenever that happens, the crowd would go wild over him. They were plenty of studs in the club but he was an exceptional hit during leather night and by damn he's good. Horses alike might get jealous over him and that's probably one of the main reasons why the owner didn't want him to perform as much, better to be a bouncer and check on security. Reeling revenue in wasn't part of his job scope.

It was in those nights that these three men would enjoy. Watching the studs pulling on their personal leather and fucking right in the middle of everyone else, showing off their hard earned muscles and garnered much attention upon their bodies. It was common for the audience to have sex right in the middle of the dance floor while they performed and Spike loved the attention when he ravaged Simon in front of everyone else. Somehow, one of these days, they would love to perform up on stage and get the much needed rush that fuelled their lust and passion.

Spike always talked about it but not once did a window of opportunity opened up for him.

"Well, being a bouncer in the club has its perks and guess what, there's going to be another leather night in a few more days in Eagle's Dive. Care to join?" Roberto said.

Those were the perfect words and Spike nodded with enthusiasm, followed by Simon. They loved that theme and like the shark said, being a bouncer had its perks but being a friend of a bouncer had bigger benefits.

"You'll get us in right?" Spike grinned.

"Of course! Hah! You're our biggest leather customer! How can I turn you two down?"

"Fuck yeah! We're going down to leather town!" Simon said with excitement.

"Since you're so eager to go down, how about going down on my cocks? Pretty sure my balls are aching to get some much needed release." Roberto pulled Simon's head down and pushed his muzzle towards the right cock. Without hesitation, the canine willingly opened his drooling maw and enveloped the tip, lips pursed at the edge and gently swallowed every inch that followed.

Spike licked his lips and stared at the shark, wondered if he should go down as well. Their eyes met and Roberto pulled him into a kiss, strong lips mashed together as their tongue wrestled for dominance but as expected, the larger male would come up as the winner. The Doberman pulled off with a massive grin plastered on his face, giving him a lusty moan with his fingers going down his abs, quickly ended up to the other left cock. He nuzzled at the massive length, taking in the strong musk, that manly smell of a strong man; it was intoxicating! Virile and powerful, Spike actually loved this. For one, he wasn't a bottom but damn this shark for turning the tables around.

Roberto's body shuddered with extreme pleasure when he finally got both muzzles down his cocks, both getting their much needed attention while his paw fiddled around his body, tweaked and groped himself, literally trying to push himself to orgasm. Both paws rubbed against their ears and scratched under their chin, getting soft grumbling murrs, pleasant and responsive, that's what he liked about them. Simon bopped his muzzle even harder and tried as much as he can to please the male. His ball sac weren't left alone either as two paws fondled for each rolling orb. The male sighed in pleasure and encouraged these men to deep throat both of his cocks. Honestly, it wasn't easy given how large Roberto was.

His male pride was proportionate to his body and when they first took him down to the hilt, it struck fear upon the canines. They couldn't say no given how strong and rough he acted but that was all in good fun when they were in leather and let's just say, they had a fantastic time. Spike recalled his memories with the shark, the wonderful sex and muscle worship that he offered while dressed in his signature leather harness that had a circle round his chest. Hell, that thing cupped over his pecs and showed off much of his body even more! It made him pant even harder and wanted to watch the male cum as hard as he could, right here, right now, in the middle of an empty gym.

Simon saw how quick and eager the Doberman worked and wouldn't want to be outperformed. He had a reputation to uphold and he was proud to be a bottom for these two men. Every once in a while, he would be stuffed by the shark and quickly replaced to a canine with a knot, every second filled with cock and he loved it.

"Ahh... you two are getting much better at this. This shark is going to coat my pups with his cum, you like that?"

Both canines nodded together, worked their way for their sweet reward. Roberto couldn't be more pleased. Watching these two males giving pleasure was the ultimate dominance that he could ever have and what better way than to paint them over with his seed. His paws ran across his chest and played with his nipples, pinched and tugged as hard as he could, giving his body the pleasure that coursed through his senses. The familiar urge to orgasm hit and he quickly gave a heads up but that fell on deaf ears because they didn't care, Simon especially. The canine stroked the remaining inch and suckled like a new-born baby, his eyes and ears dropped and his cock hard.

"Please, give it to me." Simon begged and that was all Roberto needed to push him off the edge.

The torrent of seed shot off from the tip and both cocks exploded at the same time. Both canines had their muzzle embedded halfway along the shark's length and all they could do was guzzle up every spurt of it. Spike couldn't take much of it and pulled himself off for air because the flow of cum was ridiculous. He coughed and sputtered a little as he regained composure. Eyes closed, he felt the remaining strand of cum across his muzzle, his fur painted with an overwhelming stench of male.

Simon on the other paw took it well. In fact, he slurped all over that cock. Not a single drop of cum had fallen onto the ground and he was proud of his achievement. So much so that he wanted more and needed it. He begged to be fucked once he managed to pry his muzzle off, turned around to reveal his puckered hole, tail swished from side to side. Roberto laughed at his enthusiasm but that was for another time. Though, he did admit that watching the dog going down on all four was truly a sight for him to take the male.

"Perhaps another time," Roberto picked the canine up and gave his lips a quick peck which resulted in a very clingy Simon. "Come on, we need to get out of here before we get caught. I'm sweaty all over."

"Ahhhh! But a wet shark is what makes you delicious." Spike said, his paws wandered towards Roberto's sweaty body. Their act may be over but that doesn't mean he couldn't enjoy the male just as much. Beautiful set of abs continued to glisten under his sweat and his body ached from exertion. He was exhausted and all he wanted was to bath and go home.

Clak clok clak clok

Footsteps! They are in trouble now!

Thankfully, Roberto was quick enough to pull his pants up and stuffed his half erected shaft inside. Spike and Simon wasn't that fast and the shark had to show himself up. He turned, faced with an astonished janitor that worked here. Albeit he may have pants buckled up but he was shirtless and that gave the employee a shock. Roberto apologized for his sudden appearance and was told that he was about to close up.

"You have thirty minutes before I kick your ass out of here." The grumpy bear janitor grunted and turned around.

It was way past midnight and all the janitor wanted was to go home. Roberto sighed and rubbed the back of his head, still a little cautious about their little act of sex. It may not be anal but it isn't exactly polite to be fucking in the gym either way. Once in the clear, the trio walked towards their locker and started undressing, prepared to get into a quick shower and go home before they got another warning from the old grumpy bear.

"I'll keep you guys updated on leather night." Roberto sighed. As warm water cascaded down his muscled body, he felt relaxed and wanted to enjoy this moment even longer.

"Heh, I think you have the easiest job between us." Spike scoffed as he washed the grime off his fur.

Roberto glared at him. "Just because I'm a bouncer at gay clubs doesn't make my job any easier than yours. I have people that wanted to threaten my life if I didn't let them in. Then there's the whole issue of underage kids that wanted to have a piece of the gay scene. Sometimes, I wonder what their parents would think finding out their 15 year old son is going to a gay club."

"Probably flip their lids if anything," Simon laughed. "But nevertheless, no jobs are easy. I mean, you'd think working in retail is easy but fuck that shit. Customers always think that they are right."

"Simon, you work in a fucking oversized retail outlet that you love. It's a fucking video games cum music store. Plenty would die to work there." Spike retorted.

"Yeah but I still get stressed out from orders."

"Spike, cut him some slack," the shark splashed over him with water. "You've got it easier since you excel in becoming a salesman. Heh, I still remembered the first time you tried to sell insurance to me."

"And it was a fucking good deal!" Spike pointed back. "I didn't get to where I am through slacking off. Hmph!"

"Slacking off? I doubt so. You were too busy looking into the leather community and getting your sales there. Mm... maybe I should inform your boss about the time you wore leather in the office and jerked off in the toilet during your break?"

Spike bit his bottom lips and kept his mouth shut.

"Dog got your tongue?" This time, Roberto had him cornered. "Keeping a riding crop in your cubicle isn't exactly professional, if you know what I mean. Heck, I bet your cubicle smells of it. Underneath the drawer, filled with leather gloves and a harness. Leather crotch protector that literally only covers up your crotch but never your ass."

Spike ignored the shark. "Say what you want but I'm a good employee."

"Don't forget kinky." Simon added.

"No, Roberto is the kinkiest out of us all," the Doberman turned the shower off and started towelling himself. "Seriously, you get to dance in public, get paid to show off your body and cock."

"Are you jealous?" Roberto did a final wash against his smooth skin and began to towel himself.

Spike looked abashed, slightly blushed underneath. "A little... maybe? Sigh... sometimes, I feel like quitting my job and fully immerse myself into the leather scene. You know? Gosh I love public display. Getting all these furs hard and horny, it gets me riled up as well. I heard there were some underground companies that hires Dobermans like me."

Roberto had to stop him right there. "You don't want to get into that shit. I love you as my very close friend, Simon as well and I cannot bear to lose you to that industry. It's basically prostitution and that's not a job that you'd want to insert into your resume."

The shark spoke the truth. "It's just a thought, geez," Spike dismissed it. "It's a fantasy but I may not be able to do it if that ever happened. As long it's with friends, I'm willing to open up."

"Good. Cause I don't want to receive a call telling me how deep in shit are you in." Roberto rolled up his towel and smacked the Doberman's ass, getting a loud yowl and a laugh.

"Why you little shit!"

"Little? Bitch, I'm twice as big as you."

Spike wasn't going to let his pride down and started a towel war with the shark and Simon joined in the fray, shouting and laughing at the same time at each whip. It ended quickly when they heard the bear janitor coming in and he wasn't happy with all the delays.

"Get your shit up and go home, fags!" He turned around and continued to grumble away. "Kids these days are so full of themselves. Stupid parents breed stupid kids."

Roberto kept himself from bursting in laughter and when the coast is cleared, the trio let everything go. They were truly enjoying themselves but with all due respect, it was getting late. In the end, they managed to swiftly pack everything up before getting chewed on by the old bear.

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The days passed and each of them went on with their daily lives. Spike snagged several deals but even so, he felt empty. His paws have been itching to get into the club but he had to stave that off until that damn shark gave them the green light. Heck, Simon was getting restless as well. He's been on the edge for several days now. Even his co-workers wondered what had gotten into him. His customers found him to be weird and kept making simple mistakes.

It was until one fateful afternoon that they received a message from Roberto and it kept both dogs excited.

Leather night on Friday. Got you guys early tickets. Just walk in.

Those were the exact words that Spike wanted to hear. Friday night is going to be a blast!

Roberto stared at his phone and chuckled at every message that he got from both canines. This was going to be another memorable night. That was... until he got an order that he'd be working during that night shift. The shark got a memo in his inbox and his jaw dropped. He was furious with the management but they reasoned that it was very much needed. Leather night was the night that plenty of rough men would appear and it was only fair that they tightened up security and get in as many men as they could get their paws on. He obviously wasn't happy but then again, it's a job and he couldn't say no to his boss.

A paw ran over his face and he groaned in defeat. This wasn't happening.

Leather night came and Roberto was already in position, door guarded by another large Doberman and knowing him, he wasn't happy with the arrangement either. Like him, he loves leather night and apparently, the rest of the bouncer wouldn't give two shits about dress code. It was their night and they cared less about the consequences. The bouncer Doberman wore a tight fitting black leather pants that looked like he belonged to a bunch of wild raunchy biker gang and a harness across his body, showing off his profound muscles. Not to be beaten, Roberto pretty much did the same.

Boots that covered up to his knees, held tight with Velcro and nothing to cover up his thighs. In fact, he did it on purpose. He's been working on his legs for quite some time now and it was only fair that he showed them off. Meanwhile, his trouser was only a leather crotch padding, pretty much resembled a pair of jock strap because his ass was completely exposed. His bouncer colleague whistled at his rounded butt and gave him a wink. Up above, a harness with a metal ring right in the middle.

A line had begun to form and from the looks of it, there were much more mature men than the usual crowd of younger teens. Wasn't to say that there isn't any that wanted a piece of it but much lesser. The lights from the club flashed and the music behind him pounded through the base. Even the sound proofing equipment that the owner had invested on couldn't keep it down. Up front, Roberto saw several guys staring right at him and for their sake, he would make a simple pec bounce and each time he did that, plenty would swoon and call up for him.

The Doberman bouncer laughed at their reaction and pretty much did the same and that garnered a paw full of attention as well. Tickets stubbed, ID checked; furs alike had begun to gathered inside. Plenty of stray paws against his chest, the shark allowed them to have their own fun. Some even had the gall to suck on his sweet nipples. Couldn't pretend that he didn't liked it because he did.

Some were getting impatient but they had to hold up the line every once in a while. It was then that two canines walked up the club and stared at the crowd, judging at these pitiful peasants. Spike stuck out his tongue and walked up towards Roberto, giving him a thumb up.

"I thought you'd be the first in line." The shark chuckled.

"And not be prepared? You think all of this fell off from the cupboard and magically dressed itself?" Spike presented himself to the shark. Probably was the truth and one and only truth. Short leather pants that covered only part of his thighs, comfortable black boots and to top it off, leather jacket with a whip attached by its side. The dog was collared up and he was more than happy to show off that beautiful body of a Doberman. Compared to Robert's colleague, he wasn't as impressive but if given the chance, he could show the other man what it feels like to bottom out while he was the top partner.

Simon had his own personal flair. A pair of compulsory leathered boots and a pants that covered most of his lower torso but with a hitch of kink in between. His thighs were completely exposed, saved for a few strings that connected between his hips and legs and what more, his cock was completely covered up. However, that doesn't mean he wasn't ready for a night of wild fun. His ass was exposed and if you ever caught him bent over, his pink tail hole was willing to accept a hard and bony cock. That outfit wouldn't be complete without a strong harness that clung on his body, his chest exposed and leaned out, exhibiting his very own set of sexy abs.

Roberto had to agree. They were pretty much dressed for the night and he had half a mind to bend Simon over. That revealing ass of his is just the perfect symbol of a bottom bitch.

"Sorry guys, I'm on duty." The sea creature replied with a heavy sigh.

"Are you kidding me? It's fucking leather night and you're working? Come on man, where's your sense of fun?" Spike punched his friend's arm.

"Yeah... I know what you mean but it's still my job."

"A job we need to do if it keeps us fed," The Doberman bouncer interjected. "Roberto, get your sorry ass back and keep the line moving."

"Cut me some slack. It's bad enough that boss sucked the fun out of everything tonight."

His large canine paw wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him to a whisper. "Word is, one of the pole dancers called in sick at the last minute. You didn't hear it from me."

Roberto was filled with delight. "Really?"

"Who knows? Hey, I get a kick out of it when you get up there." He winked and walked back to position, letting a few others in.

"Well boys, looks like I might have to work overtime tonight,"

"Yeah, right," Simon rolled his eyes. "Going up on stage is not work for you. Though... um... can we get a piece of that action too?"

"Won't know until the boss calls me up. For now, get inside and have fun."

Roberto unhooked the line and allowed for both canines to enter. Various cries of boo and profanity thrown upon them but they could care less about their concern. Once inside, it was just the perfect setting and atmosphere. Music blasted through the dance floor and spotlights flashed every now and then to give in that buzz of a typical club scenery. What makes tonight far different from any other gay clubs in town was the furs that surrounded the area.

Various kind of large species spread across the floor and every single one of them were clad in the skimpiest set of leather possible. Every fox in town were alluring and they wouldn't hesitate to make the first move. Sex was definitely high but only a minority were there to enjoy the music and companionship. Spike shouted and began to roll with it, immersed himself into the crowd like a river parting into the sea. They were barely in for a minute and they found paws groping and fondling their bodies. Simon loved the attention but he was here with friends, not with any possible stranger.

The heat from the dance floor made everything possible but the male on stage caught everybody's attention.

"Ladies and gents! Welcome to our leather night! Like every special night, we have special performances as well! Don't be shy! Remember to claim your free drinks. One ticket per fur. Don't be greedy now."

The crowd laughed and cheered at the same time.

"For our first performance, you are in for a treat! This is our newest star! Beautiful stripes, smashingly good looks and most of all, his body was made for our night! Please welcome, Stripes!"

Not the most creative name but they were here mainly for the performance and would never remember their names. Most of the time, they were referred to for their signature dance moves or cock. Seems like this feline had a special attraction of his own. He came in shirtless, exposed his beautifully broad chest and abs for everyone, a tight harness along his torso and down below, sparkling shorts. The crowd was at awe as he moved in those tight-fitting pants. Each movement made the feline sparkle, his paw drawn down to his thighs and hips, thrusting upwards a little as he licked the air, giving every fur a taste of his own subtlety.

Daddies and chubs clamoured along the stage, wanting to take have a better look at the fresh meat and the tiger didn't disappoint. The bulge on his crotch definitely showed what he packed right underneath and as he turned his back towards the crowd, he slowly pulled his pants down to reveal a set of beautiful buttocks. He lowered himself to his knees and raised his ass up, tail moved aside, everything was going as planned.

Simon stood there, mouth wide open. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"You bet I am. He's got a fine-looking ass, that's for sure." Spike licked his lips and pulled the canine to the bar, wanting to claim his free beverage while they enjoyed the dancing tiger.

Their drinks came and the feline was halfway through his performance. He had stripped that sparkling shorts off and threw it over to the side, he turned to reveal his body in all its glory but a paw covered his crotch. Hips swayed to the side and made use of the pole that was in the middle of the stage. Bent over, that metal pole went in between his ass cheeks, balls hung low and they could practically imagine how large he was down there.

"Fuck that's good. That's why I love this club and thanks to our shark friend there, we got ourselves some pretty sick tickets."

"Mm... don't I know it," Simon murred as he gulped down his drink, giving a loud sigh, a little buzz going down his system. "That tiger is a feisty fellow and he's getting me hot and bothered."

"We've only been here for less than an hour and you're already this drunk?"

"I'm not drunk. I'm just bothered, that's all," he replied with a paw against his crotch. "Gosh look at him move."

The tiger finally revealed himself and he didn't disappoint. Every fur went wild, money thrown across the stage at the new member. Cock out and about, he stroked himself, leaned his body backwards a little and dropped some oil across his body, showing off his hard abs and fur. Paw ran across his shaft and started giving himself to the public. Walked down the edge of the stage, some of them managed to give him a few touches. One guy even tried to climb up to suck on that massive cock. Of course, he wasn't there to get a blowjob from some random stranger.

"I've love to suck that cock."

"Why suck on his when you have someone closer to you?" Spike claimed as he fondled his own package. "Sure, he's hot but I've got the goods right here."

"Always the sweet talker," Simon had it all and began to draw his fingers along the ridges of the Doberman's pecs. "Always the top dog, waiting for a bitch to bend over."

"And I have a bitch to bend over right here." He pulled Simon to his embrace, putting on his most alpha grin before he allowed the canine to rub and grope along his body. Roberto isn't the only one that loves to be worshipped and the dog was more than happy to comply to the manhandling.

Fingers ran along his fit body, admired the wonders of his craft but never in the likes of the shark because he was far bigger and stronger than an average Doberman. Fortunately, Spike isn't the kind of canine that would roll over and play dead even when he had a bigger opponent and that's what Simon liked about him. He gets what he wants. For now, he leaned over the counter and exposed himself, tugged against his collar. "Lick me, dawg."

He complied and the first taste was delicious. The scent of him, the sound from the club and the feel of leather against his paw pads; everything was surreal. Simon's head spun and nearly lost consciousness when Spike tried to tie both of his paws behind him, only having his tongue grazing against his canine perfection. He licked and slobbered, ears behind his head and lustfully yearned for that large male to take him down. Eager and uncontrollable, he lowered himself and kissed every set of abs that he found from the Doberman, immersed himself fully to the man.

Spike truly loved the attention that he received and he could get hard and tough with the canine. He knew it but the time isn't now. In fact, all he wanted to do was get him down on the floor and teased all night long but knowing Simon, he wouldn't let that happen.

"Let me suck you, give me your cock." Simon panted.

"What's that? My cock?" Spike grinned, taking out his riding crop that was attached to his leather jacket. The tip gently tapped at his muzzle. "Been a good boy?"

Simon nodded eagerly, tongue rolled out as he sniffed over his boots. It was delicious. The entirety of this spurred his lust. Not only from the Doberman but from the dancing tiger that had begun to finish himself up. He came all over the crowd and apparently, was enough to satisfy some of the men at the front. The club began to smell like hot men and cum.

"Perhaps you'd like to wait for the next performance?" The bartender sat there with his eyes glued towards both canine. "He's more of your style, if you know what I mean. Also, he's been the crowd's favourite."

Simon couldn't wait longer but Spike was curious with the next performance. The tiger on stage had riled the entire club goers and there were already visible men giving each other a blowjob or a handjob. Fucking down in the centre has yet to happen but with time, a couple might appear. For now, pretty much everyone had some light fun. Wasn't long before the next performance came up and like the bartender said, the male was definitely interesting.

Beautiful equine, short mane to match his performance but the downside was how much he was fully clothed. His shirt hugged that muscled body, to a point that everyone could see and feel his protruding nipples but doubtful that anyone would complain about it. Being a horse definitely had its advantages and one of them was the gift of having an amazing body. Leather pants down below but his crotch was the main performance. The cutting of that pants was made to a point that his thighs were revealed and only his bulging cock was covered but from the looks of it, the horse was already hard deep inside its confines.

An upbeat song came up, the usual club drums and with each buzz, the equine started making his moves. He danced erotically and the sway of his body had a certain finesse to it. Not exactly sure what it was but Simon was beginning to drool uncontrollably. The shirt didn't last for long because he tugged at the bottom and rolled the garment all the way up to his neck to reveal his upper torso and damn he looked good. Spike laughed at how grabby Simon was and tugged at his neck to keep him down.

He flexed on stage, putting both arms in the air, flexed his biceps and swayed his muscles from side to side. The horse grinned at the crowd and they went wild. Started fondling his giant beastly pecs and licked his finger, playing around with the audience and they loved him. Soon, his entire shirt was taken off and next came the pants. Without missing a beat, he cupped his crotch and pulled the cup up. Apparently, the male performer had a special crotch protector that was attached to two strings that cross along his hips and what made it special was how flexible it was. Every time the horse's cock bulged forward and throbbed, the cup would move forward in tandem to its pulse and when it did, his cock began to show itself.

His fingers caressed his own body, getting himself ready for the next move. As he walked towards the pole, the equine picked up a leather flog on the ground, lowered himself gently and presented his ass for the public. With that said, the horse wasn't wearing anything to cover his tail hole. Instead, he lowered to all fours and started gyrating his hips back and forth. He moaned like a bitch in heat as he smiled towards the crowd. With the leather flog still in paw, he dragged that material across his ass and his body shuddered from such tension. Feather like touches rained down his back and would occasionally whipped his muscles, getting a few huffs of pleasure.

"Anyone wants to play with a horse tonight?" He cooed towards the floor, his voice amplified by a microphone wrapped around his neck.

Every single leather enthusiast cried out for their wants and needs. Of course they'd agree! Anybody would be out of their mind to let a giant horse like him go. It was the house rules that no one should climb over the stage unless the performer permitted and the horse didn't want to break any rules. He continued to tease the crowd. Ass spread open, the horse laid his chest towards the ground and continued to entice the floor. Wasn't until another equine approached towards the stage that things started getting interesting.

"You've been a bad horse, that's for sure." The male was dressed in black leather and every movement made his clothes stretched right out. His pants squeaked as he took each step and once he had the horse within his sights, a finger ran across his spine. The graze of his fingers made him shiver and gasped in pleasure, his body quivered and the crowd could practically watch his muscles twitched. His tail jumped upwards and swayed left and right.

"Yes... bad... horse..."

The master snatched that leather flog up and prepared to torture that ass. First smack had little to no effect. Not a single sound came from the bottom horse but he did winced in pain. Seconds later, another smack but this time, much forceful. He gasped and looked behind, acted like he was worried and concerned about his punishment but all of them knew for a fact that he loved it. This went on with a third and a follow up, the floor cheered and hurled both insults and encouragement to the pair on stage. Things were heating up.

The bartender was right. Spike loved the show, especially the flogging part. "Bad acting but pretty good show. Mm... Simon, want a piece of that action?"

Simon didn't even want to hear anything else because he was far too indulged into the scene up on stage and wanted to receive the same treatment. His nose filled itself with the scent of the Doberman's leather crotch, fingers fumbled against the zip in the middle but once he got his bearings, out popped a half erected canine cock. He drooled at both the scent of musk and leather. These two combinations were the best and nothing riled him up even more than being the bottom bitch for the night. What more, he was out here in public. There were already some bystanders looking towards him and he didn't care if they watched.

In fact, he loved it. The thrill of letting someone watched him suckle another man made him hard and desperately wanted a good fuck. Roberto had denied his ass a few days ago at the gym and he wasn't about to let this Doberman go. Bartender across the table whistled and chuckled at the eager dog.

"He's a pure bottom I presume?"

"Oh yes he is," Spike confirmed the bartender's speculation. "And a hot one at that. He sucks cock like no other. Like he's sucking the soul right out of your body!"

Simon blushed and closed his eyes, muzzle buried down the hilt and felt the cock grow. Wasn't long before he felt the entirety of a canine cock filling his throat. He pulled off and gagged a little, happy that he managed to arouse the cocky canine. "That's a good boy."

Simon nodded and panted with his tongue out. "Cum in my mouth, please?"

"Since you've been a good boy, I could probably spare a shot for you but first, let's get that ass of yours ready."

Spike dragged his riding crop against the canine below and gave his ass a few slaps. Simon twitched and jerked forward, muzzle filled with inches of cock. With eyes closed, he recalled the sensation of having hot cum pouring down his throat but it got harder to concentrate when someone is giving your rump a good smack. His fur stood on end but continued to bob his head in and out while trying to milk that large shaft. Spike enjoyed this moment and watched with lust, licked his lips as he allowed the canine to do as he pleased.

A few more furs turned heads and gave in a little cheer of encouragement. Of course, most of them were star struck with the two horse on stage but getting a first paw view from these two dogs were far more enticing. Some had started to grope and rubbed Simon's fur. Not that he didn't liked the extra attention because deep down, he loved public display like this. Spike tugged at the canine's neck, making him gasp and pulled out, droplets of pre matted his muzzle and he licked it off.

"You can do better than that." Spike growled and plunged his cock towards the dog once again.

He lacked patience and began to muzzle fuck his bottom. Simon whined as he turned submissive. Even so, his cock spoke otherwise. His paw dared not touched his own raging erection, afraid that he might blow off too soon and his body responded to every small touches from other leather strangers. Lost in time, his mind was clouded with sex, nothing more. Unfortunately, he still had a job to do and using both paws, he stroked the Doberman to the edge. Spike moaned loudly and didn't care if he was louder than the performers. Heck, the entire club was buried into an ear splitting song that no one could hear their own thoughts.

Soon, a knot appeared and that bulbous organ was the most sensitive area of any canine. Spike panted heavily as that paw did its job. Perfect strokes, hot muzzle and a tongue that constantly played around the tip; there was nothing like it.

"So good... oh... oh....so g-good..."

Simon beamed at his comment. His strokes got quicker, rapidly gaining momentum as his paw coiled around the knot.

"Good dog, that's it. Gonna c-cum... cumming in your hot throat."

The tip of the riding crop slapped Simon's cheek and the dog blushed. He was on the edge, he knew it. Oh so close. So very close to his personal reward. The rush was exhilarating. Men around cheered him on while jerking themselves off. Some had resorted to muzzle fucking their personal bottoms and things were getting much heated.

"Cumming!"

That was the final word. Paw clenched down on his canine knot and the pressure was good enough to let out an exciting shot of cum. Simon had taken the Doberman's cum before but this time, it was harder than expected. The first shot had him at surprise and the following shots were just as hard. Jets of canine batter sloshed down his throat and he gulped every droplet from the source. The pipes hadn't stopped and continued to milk his balls dry. Seconds turned to minutes and the flow has finally ebbed.

Simon still had his eyes closed with muzzle down at the knot, not wanting to let go just yet and from above, the Doberman shuddered at his own orgasm. He jumped a little when a pair of arms wrapped around his chest and hot breath down his neck. They stayed rooted to the ground, without a word from one another. Well, Simon couldn't even say anything when he's got a large cock down his throat.

"My my. Public display of sexual activity. Isn't this forbidden?" Spike recognized that voice immediately. "Well, forbidden under my book that is."

Roberto licked the Doberman's neck and that made him quiver under his ministration. "I didn't know it was forbidden."

"No matter, you'll get your just punishment."

Spike didn't know what he meant because within that second, the shark helped Simon up on his feet as he wobbled to gain his centre of gravity. Pulling the dog upwards, their lips smashed together and Roberto licked the remaining cum that smeared upon his cheek. "Tasty little morsel. How naughty have you been?"

The shark tugged at his cock while the other paw upon his ass. There was something arousing about this but for Simon, he was used to it. Even so, he still couldn't get enough of him. Perhaps it was his submissive nature but nevertheless, he loved the man's strong and powerful arm. Better yet, dressed for the occasion, the combination of his musk and leather accentuated his personal desire. Even under flickering lights of the club, Simon could still see the muscles and frame of a large male.

"I've been naughty. Will you tame me, Mr. Shark?"

"Oh I will do more than just tame you," Roberto lifted his chin and gave a sensual lick towards his lips. "I know you love to be seen... to be dominated in front of everyone... to make sure everyone knew what a bitch you are. Isn't that right?"

Simon nodded without hesitation, his tongue rolled out at his imagination ran wild.

"Well guess what, I might make your dreams come true."

Spike was interested as well. "One entertainer down?"

Roberto nodded. "A zebra decided to bail on us and got himself a much better wage for the night. The whole sick excuse was a lie. Exotic I'd say but his lost is my gain. Hmmm... since I'll be having the stage next, I think I'd turn up the notch a little. Hey dog, look at me."

Simon gave a delirious smile and nodded. "Me go up stage. Hehehe... fuck me up there."

"Geez I wonder what your boss would say if they knew what a slut you are." Spike laughed.

"What the boss doesn't know won't hurt him."

That was true but they weren't concerned about that. On stage, the horses had finished their performance and like the previous tiger, front row got a healthy dose of equine seed and they loved it. One of the horse suckled on his partner's cock while tugging at his collar, pushing him down to his knees. Despite having their own release, their flaccid cocks continued rose for a second round. Unfortunately, the club didn't had time for a second fuck.

The club owner appeared on stage once the equines left. A simple cheetah dressed in leather. Not much of a looker but hey, he was the sole manager that made this night possible. The community respected the man for opening up events like this and they were more than happy to donate a healthy sum of money to keep this establishment going.

Roberto tugged at his two friends as they weaved through the crowd, getting in backstage. "You guys are gonna love this."

Another lion bouncer at the door and he leered towards the shark. "Roberto, you're up next but not these two bozos."

"Hey, these are my friends and let's just say they are my props for tonight."

"Prop or no prop, I ain't letting these two up on stage." The lion doesn't look like he's about to let up.

Roberto leaned forward and pressed his large body against the other, paws against the feline's chest as he gave them a light grope. "If you let us up, I promise to give you one free romp."

That piqued his interest. "You mean it?"

The shark went around and cupped the lion's ass. "Furry tail like yours desires two shark cocks."

The bouncer blushed and coughed up a little. He moved aside and opened the door to allow the canines in. Apparently, there were plenty of large muscled bottoms in this club and Roberto had them dancing around his fingers. Wasn't long before they got up on stage as the owner introduced the shark to the crowd but the canine duo didn't appear just yet.

Introduction out of the way, Roberto was left with the floor and getting a full view of every fur had him a little giddy. He loved his job so so much. Started off slow with a good swaying music, a little flexing poses. The age old double bicep flex, putting on a good smug grin for everyone to see. His arms bulged every second as he moved to another pose and each movement had the crowd wild. Tongue licked over his arms and he lowered himself for some of them to feel him off. Of course, plenty ran forward and wanted a piece of shark meat.

There were horses galore but a shark was rare and Roberto exploited this short demand. Shirt lifted up and thrown to the side, his chest puffed out and fingers rubbed against his nipples. The floor cheered and exclaimed for more, who is he to deny the crowd. Body tightened up, his chest flexed out as he pounded his chest to show the firmness of his body. This time, the music changed a little and it was a little quicker. That was the right rhythm and Roberto moved in synch with the music. Moving from right to left, he greeted each corner of the floor with his body, allowed for a few of them to grope and drool over his muscles.

From the back, Simon whined loudly and pawed the air, wanting to have the male to himself. On cue, Roberto winked towards both dogs and they ran towards the front of the stage. The club owner was a little taken aback by such a sudden appearance but he trusted the shark. He snapped his fingers to catch Roberto's attention, which he chuckled and gave a thumbs up.

Simon moaned as his paws groped about, drooled all over his chest, lapped all over and teased his nipples. Roberto arched his body forward a little and allowed for both canines to play with him. This was a dream come true and they loved it; especially Spike. The Doberman looked over to the crowd as they went crazy. Some started throwing dollar notes at them but he wasn't interested in money. For now, he wanted to fuck and Simon was just in the mood.

"You're mine, little dog," Spike tugged at the canine's muzzle as he gasped for breath, his neck pulled upwards and a leather collar snapped around it. "Now turn around and let everyone see."

Simon whined and did as he was told. The crowd truly loved what he was going through and pulled upwards so his back leaned towards Spike. Simon had nothing on but a body harness, a leather collar on his neck and his tight leather shorts. His crotch protector was taken off and out popped an enraged dog cock. Spike hugged the male and licked his cheeks, whispered words that both of them wanted to hear.

Each dirty slur coming from behind him made the canine moan. His tongue rolled out and body submitted entirely to the Doberman. He cared little about his situation, be it Roberto or Spike fucking his ass. For now, he wanted to be fucked in public. He wanted everyone to see him cum and to see the floor explode with seed. As he took in air, all he got was the whiff of male, one that spelled sex and he was totally gay for it. Doesn't matter what anyone tells him, gay moments like this was what he lived for.

Roberto was getting impatient as he revealed his hard shafts, bounced in front of Simon as the dog looked downwards, panted heavily at that sight. Being pushed to all fours, he looked up and got the perfect view of the shark. Once in a while he loved getting rough treatments from the male above and now, he welcomed it with open arms. He licked his parched lips and opened up wide to receive a pair of cocks. With his paws on to the ground, there was no way he could control the shark's movements and Roberto knew it. The shark pets Simon and gave him a nod of approval.

"Time to get a good face fuck."

Simon's eyes bulged wide open as he was gagged with a cock. Thankfully, he was spared with only one and not two. God knows where he'd end up at if he was stuffed with both. Spike handed over the collar rope and now he had complete dominance, doing whatever he wanted with his bottom bitch. He stroked his ears as he tried to calm the shivering canine. Doing something like this in private is one thing but in public, it was a whole other experience, something that he loved to do. Simon looked over to the crowd and was pleased with their reaction.

Watching him get a good muzzle fuck had encouraged a few others to do the same because there were several master and slave down on the floor, sporting some good cocks all around. Pretty much everyone was having a good time and they were enticed further with Spike's performance. The Doberman started showing off his body and played around with his cock, hips thrusted forward as it throbbed in mid-air. His initial orgasm may have waned but that didn't mean the first shot was his last. Taking over his riding crop, he pointed the tip at the edge of his cock and rubbed at it, moaning away for the audience.

He wouldn't want to cum just yet because the show had only started! Pre flowed freely and he used it to his advantage by rubbing at the cock head, making himself slick and ready for a good jack off session. As he eyed the crowd, there were televisions all over the club, cameras zoomed in on him and the fuck fest right beside. It was a little strange looking himself like that but it was pretty hot. He murred and licked all over as he watched himself masturbate.

Simon moaned suddenly and that caught the Doberman's attention. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The dog loved every second of it because his muzzle was wide open, eyes turned into lust when the shark's cock had been released, tugged upwards at his collar and most of all, getting all the attention. They smelt divine. Leather mixed with sex made all of this worthwhile and the men around had great taste to it, bears especially. There's something exhilarating about a large and wide furry bear that fuelled the leather community. Their bodies were made for it and most of all, there were many takers. As each of them started fucking on the floor, some even cumming way too early but that didn't stopped them from going again.

"Hey Simon, didn't know you were such a bottom."

Someone had appeared down on stage in front of the said canine. Simon opened his eyes as he gasped and moaned simultaneously. Something was amiss. "Rob! No! I just... ahh...!" Roberto tugged at his collar again.

"Not judging because personally..." Rob was a large bear and as his body moved over, his leather jacket squeaked and strained under his muscles. "I like you this way. I'll be coming over tomorrow. See you... I hope we can do... 'business' together.... Very soon."

With that said, the bear left and disappeared through the horny mass of leather enthusiasts.

Simon whined with his ears dropped. "That was my frequent customer. He always comes in and buys in bulk to resell to other furs that wanted to buy from him. It was weird since they could just come into our shop but they preferred to stay anonymous and at home. So he delivers to them."

Roberto lowered and licked the canine. "You're going to get lots of 'business' now and I bet it's going to be a pleasurable one, if you know what I mean."

The thought embarrassed him but at the other spectrum, he loved it. Perhaps it was a good thing... in return, his thoughts turned to lust and his cock pulsed at that prospect.

"Enough talk, time for some real fuck." Spike said as he prepared himself for some ass.

Simon looked behind and sure enough, a generous amount of lube smeared all over his tail hole. The cold mixture of it made his fur stand on end but quickly turned to moans as a finger dived right in. The Doberman had fucked him enough times to know where his sweet spot were and it was always a pleasure to keep that canine in cheek. Cameras turned its attention towards the canines. Every action was captured into the video and everyone cheered him on when the tip sunk in.

"That's what I'm talking about! Fuck that bitch!"

"Make him moan for us! Wooo!! Pound him good!"

"Smack that ass. He loves it. We know he loves it!"

Everyone had their own agenda to fulfil and the sight ignited their passion. Spike beamed with pride and did what the floor wanted. Another inch deeper, Simon cried out and claws on the floorboard of the stage. He may have taken cocks frequently but no matter what happens, he would tighten up within a few days and that's what Roberto and Spike loved about him. Pulled out a little and rammed right in, pulled out and thrusted forward, their hips moved in tandem with each other. Simon pushed back while Spike pushed forward.

In the end, the poor Doberman shuddered with eyes rolled back at the final hilt. He was now buried deeply and their hips pressed against one another. Fingers ran along the dog's back and Simon moaned even louder than before, his voice echoed throughout the entire club despite the drowning blast of music.

Unfortunately, that wasn't enough. In Simon's case, it was probably a fortunate event. Roberto had taken the liberty of lining one of his cocks up to the dog's muzzle and when he looked up, all he got was a good word of suck it. Simon licked his lips or rather, smacked his lips because getting spit roasted right in the middle of a stage was probably a dream come true. Paw rubbed against his ears to relax the dog as he took several more inches of shark cock. He gagged a little but as he calmed himself down and relaxed, his throat was filled with male. Eyes upon the male above, filled with want and need, a certain need to be muzzle fucked.

Spike was getting far more aroused than usual and that's mainly due to the fact that he was rutting out in public. He growled and clawed a little onto the canine's back. The sight of Roberto manhandling that muzzle turned him on as well, pushing him to the brink of uncontrollable thrust. He tugged at the dog's tail and jerked upwards. Simon protested a little but he couldn't even mutter a word, not when there's a large penis in between your lips. This went on for a while and the club itself was heated up with pleasure. The air was heavy with the scent of sexual male pleasure as each and every one of them had given up on their modesty and started fucking all around.

They saw bears fucking otters and wolves getting on with felines. Some had made into a fuck circle while another group had a wonderful threesome. Even with flashes of light - typical in any clubs - they could still make out the activities that were going on; they've made a giant orgy happen. Everyone was at it except for the bartender. He sported a good looking buck cock but couldn't partake into any sexual acts while he's at work. The club owner shrugged away and allowed for their raunchy behaviour to continue. That was his main purpose for holding up a leather party but didn't realized how fast things could change. Nevertheless, he got his profits and that's all that matters.

Roberto started off gentle but after a while, he got bored of it and went in for the kill. His hips pumped forward as generous amount of cock wedged inside the canine's maw. Even with his size and girth, not once did Simon gagged. Again, that's what he loved about that slutty bitch. He could take cock of any size and after all that, he loves to cover himself with cum. Spike couldn't stand it anymore because at this very moment, his knot had appeared and for once, he came too early.

"I'm cumming...! Argh!! Bitch! Take my seed! I'll make sure you carry my pups!"

Simon had his eyes closed and uttered not a single word. His body spoke for itself because down below, his cock throbbed freely and dripped droplets of pre all over. A single touch from a paw could have made him cum right then and there but he held it off like a champ. Ass muscles tightened up as he tried to milk the powerful canine and that resulted in an angry top.

Spike pulled him up with both paws against his chest, still buried under his cock but muzzle popped off from Roberto. The shark wasn't very happy with his actions but the sight of the exposed canine actually made him appreciate the single male. Simon was drenched in sweat, his fur matted down and his cock pulsed with each inch of Doberman pride. Impaled right down the centre, he was held up like a display for everyone to see.

"Cumming... inside... of... you... so... much..." Spike whispered and licked his ears, paws groped against his modest chest as the canine whined submissively.

The knot had long appeared and decided to make a home for itself inside of Simon. It wasn't easy, definitely not easy but with the amount of pre that canines usually produce, it made things easier, not entirely. Simon's cock bounced with each thrust, his prostrate pummelled to oblivion with nothing but pleasure coursing through his body. He was close, so very close and the orgasm that he craved for will finally come. His voice broke with each thrust, his eyes closed but opened occasionally to look over the floor.

Eyes were all over him. Apparently, some had stopped to appreciate the fucking on stage. He blushed underneath his fur and cried out even more. "Fuck.... M-me.... Ah... nghhh!! Ahh!! More! Cumming... your knot... inside..."

"That's what I love and want to hear!" Spike howled and gave in a single powerful thrust. He was denied entry at first but that hump paved a thorough path through his hole and snapped right in.

Simon howled in both pain and pleasure, his body going limp as he hung in the brink of everything else. Jets of hot and powerful surge of cum painted his anal walls and if that wasn't enough, he came as well. The paws against his chest groped harder as their bodies tensed from such an ear shattering orgasm. Ropes of seed rained across the stage and managed to paint some of the nearby patrons, none of them were going to complain about it. There were streaks of cum all over the stage, the club now not only filled itself with sex but the scent of cum as well.

If that wasn't enough, Roberto choked Simon by the neck, tugged at his collar. "Gonna cum on you, mark you with my essence. Grr.... so hot. You're going to be bathed in my seed."

Simon gasped as he watched the shark masturbate and it was at that very second that another round of cum shot all over him. Not only was he seeded from the back, his entire body was coated with shark orgasm. Roberto huffed and gasped, roared out like a predator as his body jerked and convulsed at such shattering pleasure. For a shark, he could really roar and that's saying something. Both of his cocks let loose and painted the canine, coated his fur with a long line of white.

The submissive canine whined, "All over me... yes... yes... Oh Roberto... such a hot stud."

Spike smirked from behind but this was far from over. They had to move on with their following act. Actually there wasn't any but god dammit he was horny again after watching his shark friend cummed like that. He wiped a few drops of cum with his leather glove and demanded the dog to suck on his fingers, which he did willingly. Now having a large knot buried inside, Simon couldn't' move much but the canine surprised both of his friends when he went down on all fours. Spike had to follow along and wondered what he was doing.

"Need... ah... need shark cock... fuck me..." Simon begged once again.

"Are you crazy? Fuck... oh shit... Simon, you can't just dislodge yourself from a knot like mine. Shit! You're crazy!" Spike was on all fours as well and every movement from Simon made him shudder. His sensitive knot had expanded to full capacity and there's no way he could pull himself off like that.

He was proven wrong apparently. Simon suddenly popped himself off.

Both canines cried out but most of all, Simon in pain. His tail hole was going to be sore for the next few days and he actually didn't mind any of that. Then again, he was a little tired from everything else. He got his wish, he got fucked in public, the floor loved what they saw and most of all, he came from having such a good fuck; he couldn't ask for more. Though, he did wanted some shark meat.

Roberto licked his lips as he watched the duo on the ground, trying to pick themselves up but his eyes locked towards the Doberman. For a while now, he's been thinking about the man and every now and then, he would fantasize about fucking him doggy-style. Better yet, right in front of everyone else. He loved to portray himself in front of everyone.

His paws against a pair of Doberman ass, he spread them open and that got Spike's attention. "Roberto! What are you doing?"

He smacked his ass and that got a loud howl from the canine. "Gonna fuck your sweet ass."

"I'm a top and you know that."

"So?" He wasn't going to take a 'no' answer from him.

"So? That pretty much meant off limits on my assh-ollee..eee!!

That shut him up. Roberto had spread him open and dove in with tongue out. Rimming wasn't one of his prominent skills but if he wanted to pound him right here, right now, he needed to wet the canine up. Thankfully, his cock was drenched in his own cum and that was going to make the initial entry easier. Spike couldn't help but raised his tail up even higher. That tongue went in deeper and deeper, to a point that the shark shoved in a finger, prod right in and all natural defences of that hole shattered.

Spike rolled his tongue out. "Durr... oh... how could.... Gasp! D-Deeper."

"Heh, you were complaining just now. Now you're begging?"

The Doberman tried to cover his shame. "Didn't know it felt... that good..."

"Now you know why Simon loves to bottom."

One of the many truths.

"Always the big guy, always the cocky piece of shit Doberman that you are," Roberto decided that ass foreplay was over and immediately lined his slick cock towards an inviting hole. "Always humiliating every single bitch that you find," Both cocks were ready and the tip popped right in. "Always wanting more than you can chew. I'm going to spread your ass open!"

A single thrust and half of his length jammed right in. Spike howled and whined at the same time. His voice travelled and the floor cheered for their act even louder. Some had begun to throw money at them but Spike wasn't interested in monetary value. All he wanted was the shark to dislodge himself but despite the pain, his body spoke otherwise. Apparently, his tail hole was slick and stretched up wide enough that the initial pain slowly embedded, quickly replaced with fundamental pleasure.

His body felt full and trembled as the shark started moving in and out. Won't be long before they got into a good rhythm and in that time, Spike began to immerse himself into the pleasure of becoming a bottom bitch. He hated himself for being so receptive but he couldn't help it. Every nerves in his body woke up in a shock and immediately allowed the shark to do as he pleased. The gentle beast was thrown out the window, replaced with a rutting beast of sexual predator.

Roberto picked up speed and pounded the canine. "You're just as much as a bitch like Simon over there. Fuck you're good! Two cocks! You've been double penetrated."

Spike cried out and begged. Not just begged but he begged.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! M-More! Why... is this so good...?"

"Topping a man isn't everything, my sweet Doberman." The shark said.

Spike's knot had yet to retreat back to its home. It's been a while but his knot continued to fuel itself with pleasure. A simple touch on his cock could have triggered him off. He wondered what everyone else were doing. Wasn't a surprise because the orgy on the floor had yet to stop. However, his field of vision was blocked when Simon dropped in front of him. "Hello, my dominant Doberman."

Before he could ask further, his paw clamped itself towards a raging boner. Spike eyed at the canine but his hard demeanour was destroyed when he stroked his cock up. He had that stupid grin on and claimed that this was payback for giving him blue balls at the bar. That wasn't completely true but it does set up a premise. Simon stroked faster, his paws going up and down that length. Meanwhile, a paw wrapped around the knot and gave an immense amount of pressure towards it. The sensation of a vice like grip was beginning to be too much for the Doberman. Having a pair of shark cocks anchored inside his tail hole, a rogue paw rapidly stroking to let him loose; this was getting way too much to handle.

That strong and tough body finally broke down, the top dog in the trio down on all fours with his ass offered up to another male. Spike was overwhelmed by everything else that he allowed himself to be seen as a submissive Doberman. As his body fought a losing battle, his anal muscles clenched tightly and that resulted in a very frustrated shark. Roberto told him to ease up but that's not going to work because in his mind, all he wanted was to experience a surreal amount of pleasure.

"You're... getting too tight... So much... hu... ah... fuck... y-you're making me cum!"

Spike barely heard what the shark was saying but quickly brought to his senses when he felt the first flood of hot seed. His eyes bulged wide open and body nearly collapsed on to the ground. Roberto was cumming and it wasn't just the normal jets; he was flooding that ass!

The camera pans towards the Doberman as his voice continued to echo in the club. His voice was far louder than the music itself and that caught everybody's attention. Cock throbbed angrily down below, his knot enlarged to a point of discomfort but he couldn't bring himself to orgasm because Simon stopped his ministration. This was pure evil! His body called for it, needed it!

Hoots and cries came from everyone else, thoroughly agreed that the shark seeded the other male and once that was over, several others gave in to their own release. Roberto sighed in pleasure, his strong paws latched onto the Doberman, he fucked gently and admired the way that sweet canine hole opened up for him. Now painted with fresh cum, he loved the man even more. From the corner of his eyes, he saw another male, plotting to have another go with him. Simon may have cummed in the very first round but that didn't stopped him from having a warm muzzle guzzling down his cock.

Spike had his eyes closed now, unable to even open his mouth but with a little bit of encouragement, he did as he was told to do. "You want to cum? I know you do. Oh... I know you do..." His tongue licked and nibbled over his ears. "Come on, open up. You know what to do. Let that cock muzzle fuck you. I'm sure you've had plenty of experience with that. Oh wait, you don't. All you know is muzzle fucking a bottom bitch. Well..." Roberto tugged his collar upwards, forcing the dog to lift his head up to reveal his neck, a finger crossed over his throat. "Let's see how you do with a little bit of role reversal."

There's no other option and Spike opened himself. His tongue dragged out and was fed with a heavy slab of cock. Simon huffed and made himself comfortable. It's been quite a while that he had a pair of lips down there. He may be a bottom but every once in a while, he'd love to have a moist maw over it.

"That's a good boy. Who's a good boy? Yes you are..." Roberto has been wanting to do this for a long time. "My cock is still stuck inside of you. Feel that? Feel that muscle? Grr...! Love getting spit roasted like a bitch, huh?"

His every word echoed. They chanted for more and most of them wanted to see the Doberman cum hands free. Every thrust from the dog fuelled his hunger and he lapped like a madman. He suckled as hard as possible, trying to bring this male to orgasm and yet, his own at the brink. The loss of pressure on his knot was unbearable and with both shark cocks buried inside of him, constantly pressing his love nut, there was little to no resistance of cumming freely. It was humiliating. Born as a top, getting fucked as a bottom for once in his life. This was a rare occurrence and he just... just... couldn't help it.

He resigned to the fact that every words that came from Roberto was true. He loved getting fucked like this and most of all, he loved being watched in public. On stage, getting fucked by two males, for the lustful eyes of every leather loving men out here. He lived for this. With that, he was done.

His body couldn't take it anymore and gave in to pleasure. Cock throbbed violently and sprayed ribbons all over the stage. That was probably his most intense orgasm ever because he kept cumming, the streams hasn't end yet, his tail hole clenched all over again as it trapped the shark's cock. Roberto could barely move. He shuddered and moaned away. Even though he had cummed, the after effect of the Doberman's anal walls made him hard all over again.

Apparently, through the haze of everything, Spike ended up spurting all over Simon's boots as well. A healthy amount of cum splattered all over and what better way to clean it off with a hungry loving Doberman. Roberto forced himself off and breathed a sigh of relief when he was dislodged. "That was intense, I gotta give you that, Mr. Doberman. Though, I think Simon have other plans."

With that said, Spike was pushed behind and his back fell onto the stage, his breathing was heavy as he tried to gain composure but the after effect of sex was truly intoxicating. He eyed over Simon, waiting for his next order but he basically knew what was going to happen because his vision was focused towards one thing in particular: a paw stroked swiftly with the intend to seed.

Simon was on at the edge, getting ready to soil a Doberman full with cum and when he did, it was amazing. The first struck towards his face and the second aimed towards his chest, the rest continued to coat the Doberman's fur with everything that he has. Spike whined with his ears back, knowing very well that he was claimed from top to bottom. His ass smarts and his body thoroughly used like a rolled up tissue paper.

Once he was done, Simon sighed and grinned. "That was great. Now you're truly a bitch. I love how submissive you've become. Gosh look at you, covered in cum and Roberto laid claim to your poor doggy tail."

Spike blushed and covered his eyes. "Shut... up..."

"Oh sure. Why don't you use that tongue of yours and lick this?" Simon held up his foot for the Doberman. "You've soiled my boots, now clean, bitch."

Simon pulled at his collar and forced the male to be on all fours but this time, his head down towards the ground, tail hiked up as shark cum rolled down his gaping asshole. The crowd cheered and by then, everyone had finished their very own 'performance'. Fucking in public was one thing but fucking on stage in public was a whole other experience. Heck, being in a public orgy is another story altogether! The club reeked of sex and men, the musk was exponential.

Through all that, Spike smelt the scent of leather as well. The boots were close enough to his nose and the mix of cum assaulted his nostrils. In the end, his sensitive nose couldn't even make up which scent it belongs to. Evidently, tongue stuck out and started lapping at the boots. This was humiliating. Not just humiliating but embarrassing. Everyone cheered as he licked his cum up. It wasn't that bad once he got used to it. In fact, the Doberman got carried away and lapped the entire boot clean, not a single trace of cum was left. He proceeded to lap upwards, nose stopped right in between a pair of empty ball sac but nevertheless, gave them a lick.

Roberto separated the two and whispered softly. "Great performance guys. We racked in some pretty good cash. Look over there, the club owner loves the moolah that you two sent."

Overlooking the crowd, true enough, the owner winked and gave them a thumbs up.

"Alright, time to wrap it up. I'm sure you guys are tired."

Roberto walked to the edge of the stage, still naked from top to bottom, his cock now half erect and dripping with cum. "Hope you enjoyed the performance. In an hour or two, you will be entertained by an exotic male. Stay tuned. Let's just say, he's the best bear out there."

The crowd roared. It was too much for him. Without hesitation, Roberto turned to a pose with both arms around his waist, chest pumped outwards and flexed his body for everyone to see. The show had ended and he was still egoistic about showing off. Simon had to pull the shark off from the stage and once they were out of sight, the canine rolled his eyes but couldn't help as he gave in a slight chuckle.

"You just gotta do it."

"Hey, once you've got a bod like mine, you'll want to show everything off, isn't that right? Mr. Doberman?" Roberto nudged towards Spike.

He blushed underneath and pushed the shark away. "I can't believe I let you fuck and humiliate me like this. In front of everyone!"

"Don't lie that you didn't like it. Fuck dude, you came hands free. It's not every day an opportunity like this happens. Besides, didn't you said you wanted to perform out in public like that? I mean seriously, you loved it."

"Grr... Yes I do but not when I'm the one getting fucked. It sounded better in my head when I'm the one getting tail and not the other way around." Spike crossed his arms.

"There there. You know what, get this," Roberto placed one of his large muscled arms around the canine. "If you're lucky, I could get you someone new. Someone who loves getting cocks up his ass and a total sub."

"And that would be?"

"Remember the lion?" He smirked. "Let me talk to him and we might be able to double team that man."

At that, Spike started wagging his tail.

"If you're going to fuck one of my most respected security officers, perhaps after working hours?"

A corgi walked right in with his stub tail wagging.

"Ah! Mr. Giovanni! Sorry about that." Roberto apologized. "Guys, Mr. Giovani, the club owner. Mr. Giovanni, meet Spike and Simon."

The corgi eyed towards them and nodded in agreement. "I can see why the crowd went wild for you. I may consider giving you guys a job here. Perhaps once a week?"

Spike's eyes lighted up and his tail wagged even harder. "Really?"

"Only in leather night."

The Doberman took the canine's paw and shook violently. "Yes! Especially leather night!"

"I presume you like showing off."

He nodded. This was a dream come true! It may not be as profitable as the leather guys out there but nevertheless, it was in a safe haven, under the confines of furs that he knew. Roberto laughed and hugged the canine. Tonight was the best night that the three of them ever had and they may have struck some luck this time around.

Simon however, hesitated a little. In the crowd, one of his customers had seen him like this and who knows what would happen if any of them were to identify him up stage. It may be risky but even so, there's little reason for them to out the poor dog. Heck, like the customer said, he's going to have a hell of a time with him during his visits.

"Doesn't matter to me. As long as I get paid and getting tail. Leather night is always the best night." Roberto winked away as he licked his lips, getting ready for more.

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