# Dancing King

Author: DeadCerberus
Tags: Abs, Anal, Cock, Cum, Dancing, Digimon, Exveemon, Gay, Himbo, Muscles, Pole Dance, Seriously gay as shit, Slingkini, Thicc, WereGarurumon, big, powerbottom, thick

So I was in SligarTheTiger 's stream the other day while he was working on this lovely boy https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31014845/
Decided to write a short scene to go along with it and managed to finish before the stream was over. May expand it in the future, may not, unsure right now. Technically all tease no payoff right now
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8:57 pm, almost time for a show. The Exveemon named Michael smirked as he stepped into his  
dressing room. And by dressing room he meant his boyfriends bathroom. One of them anyway. It may  
not have been a high end club but his most recent boyfriend cleaned up, as the marble counter tops of  
the mansion bathroom attested.

  
He was mostly in here to take things off rather than put them on anyway. It was a crime to cover  
up a body like his anyway. When most people saw him on the street done up in a polo shirt and jeans,  
both of which always looked ready to burst off his body, they might think he played football. Or  
worked in construction, or something else that involved being huge and strong and getting hot and  
sweaty.

  
But if they looked a bit closer there might be a few things that threw them off. Rock hard abs  
that led into some surprisingly meaty thighs and an ass that wobbled like Jello. He was obviously in  
fantastic shape so why was he carrying that extra fat around? And then there was his piercing gaze,  
strong jaw, and always polished spike right next to a pair of luscious, pillowy lips that wouldn't  
wouldn't look out of place on a streetwalker. Most people just shook themselves and passed it off as a  
weird coincidence.

  
Well they were partly right. His favourite hobby did get him good and worked up, and it  
certainly left anyone watching feeling overheated. With a chuckle to himself the Exveemon pealed off  
his skintight shirt and pants. He wasn't wearing boxers or anything underneath, those would just get in  
the way. Reaching into the discarded pants pocket he pulled out his uniform, so small it could be  
crushed down to smaller than his fist.

  
Shaking it out he gingerly stepped in, one leg at a time. When people learned he had a boyfriend  
they usually assumed he was carrying around some twinkish little thing that he would bend over his  
knee. Not true at all, with all things in his life he preferred to be on top. Most of all when riding cock.  
The gym wasn't the only way to get thighs this good.

  
Perhaps the only thing the bright yellow sling actually covered was his taint in the rear but in  
the front it only served to lift and display his balls and cock. Like he always said it would be a crime to  
hide any of this away.

  
With his (very minor) dressing done it was time to get down to business. It wasn't that often his  
boyfriends had their own stripper pole pre-installed in their house and he was going to take full  
advantage of it.

  
Striding out into the living room he saw his boyfriend, Trent, fiddling with some sort of video  
game controller, he'd have his hands elsewhere in no time stat. Sure the Weregarurumon was a full head  
shorter than himself but he was more than big enough where it counted, and Michael wasn't referring to  
his house.

  
He started classic, grabbing the pole and spinning around once before dropping down into a low  
squat, the best to show off his 'assets'. The floor shuddered as he impacted which made him smirk.  
Whoever had installed this thing had better have used some hefty bolts to handle him.  
It was a good thing this wasn't an apartment building cause his moves would have the place  
evacuated for an imminent earthquake. Every time he landed from a spin or hold the floor would shake.  
Not that the floor was the only thing shaking. Looking over to the sole chair in the room he had to lick  
his lips. Poledancing was exhausting but he could go for hours. After all, this was only his warmup, the  
real fun would come after.

  
The transition was seamless, one last slide down the pole and he smoothly moves to crawling  
forwards on his hands and knees. No matter who the sight of a big, powerful beast like himself  
crawling sensually towards them never failed to get his partners going. It was only a few seconds  
before nose met crotch and he took a long sniff. Now it was time for the fun to begin.  
A single drag of his massive tongue over Trent's crotch left him with the not to pleasant taste of  
denim in his mouth but it had the desired effect. The Weregarurumon package was now straining at the  
damp fabric, desperate to get out, and with a precise application of his claws (he was an old hat at this  
after all) Michael had his goal in sight.

  
The Wolf-mon's dick was already standing proudly despite being only half hard. It only took a  
single drag of Michael's tongue up from base to tip to fix that problem. Peering over the tower of man  
meat up at Trent, Michael only smirked for a second before grabbing and throwing the surprised Mon  
to the floor. When he played, he played rough and there was no sense destroying a perfectly good chair.  
"Well" the massive Exveemon rumbled, "you ready to have some fun?"  
Trent could only chuckle in response. "Somehow I don't think I have much of a choice in the  
matter at this point."

  
"Damn right, now give me what I want big boy!"

  
Straddling his fairly helpless stud Michael reached back and pulled the thin strand of the  
slingkini aside to reveal his puckered blue taint, pulsing with need. In one swift motion His massive  
thighs lifted his bulk up and then slammed it back down on Trent's dick. Years of training and some  
pre-lubrication in the bathroom meant he went right to the base on the first thrust, Michael only  
believed in teasing when he was on the pole. Now? Now it was time for action.

  
To call what Michael was doing now bouncing would be to do him a disservice. If he didn't  
have the control to keep from dropping his entire body weight with each bounce he would end up  
crushing the pelvis of a lesser man. But as he loved to say, those legs of his weren't just for show.  
It wasn't long before his partner was as worked up as he had been on the pole and started to  
reach up to try and grope his chest. "Ah ah ahhh. You can look, but not touch the dancers. Now if the  
dancers want to touch you on the other hand..."

  
With one hand he easily pined Trent's hands over his head and then he was leaning down to  
deliver a long, slow lick all the way up his chest, while changing is massive bounces to quick, shallow  
thrusts. It took barely an effort for his tongue to gain entry into Trent's maw, not that he was resisting  
much.

  
After a few seconds of fighting for, and winning, dominance Michael withdrew victorious. A  
thin line of saliva connecting them before it broke away. There was a moments piece before he started  
moving again, they were in the home stretch now.

  
Rise, fall, rise, fall, Michael was taking it long and slow now, there was no need to rush. Reaching his  
hands up he started to rub at his own nipples, already as hard as diamonds. He could feel it slowly  
building in his chest and knew from experience that Trent was feeling it too.

  
"Alright baby you ready? Then on the count of one, two, three!" With one final slam down he  
could see and feel that his instincts had been right on the money. Wolfy was howling as he started to  
pump what felt like cups full of spunk into his ass in big, glorious spurts. With a feeling like that inside  
him it took only a few more tweaks of his nipple before he was erupting to.

  
His bouncing cock sent spurts of cum all over his chest, Trent and the floor. He allowed himself  
a rare moment of relaxation as he leaned back to savour the feeling. Nothing felt quite as good or  
earned as a proper hands free orgasm.

  
Leaning forward again he drew one of his thick fingers across his chest, collecting some of his  
own cum that had landed there before bringing it up to his mouth and giving the finger a long, slow lick  
that he made sure Trent could see. There was nothing that tasted quite a good as victory as well.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/V1YZ7vye