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Meeper set down the tip jar on a table as he entered the employee lounge, shutting the door behind him and huffing as he plopped down on the couch in front of the coffee table. A few of the others were standing in the small kitchen area, sipping glasses of the free booze that came with their employment, chatting and laughing as they discussed a whole range of topics from color theory to the latest sexy models. It was a cozy place to relax after his shift was over, with plenty of cold drinks and snacks to guzzle down as he had to opportunity to discuss... 'work' with his fellow strippers.

Meeps sighed, relaxing his arms and tilting his head back, basking in the relieving breeze of the ceiling-mounted fan. Between all the lights shining on him up on stage and the amount of energy he expended to look as sexy as possible, he got hot surprisingly fast- of course, being almost stark naked in front of dozens of people also raises the temperature, but he'd gotten to used to that sort of heat a long while ago.

His beefy chest and arms glistened with wet fur, sweat dripping down his body onto the couch and his six-pack abs, running down his lean quads and calves before falling at the base of his feet. He spread his legs wide apart, giving his nearly 2-foot beast of a cock and enormous balls room to breathe. That enormous junk of his was what most people stared at, and it was only natural- how often do you see someone packing something so big, especially in such a variety of risque outfits? The silver piercing at the tip made his dick seem even larger, enhancing the size of his already massive bulge just a little bit more when he wore a thong or speedo.

One of the other strippers, Darius, glanced over at the couch, his mouth curled into a huge smile as he saw the hunky wolf relaxing. Quickly downing his glass of beer, he walked over to the couch as the others kept their conversation going, plopping himself down to the left of Meeper with a relaxed sigh.

Darius wore what he usually wore both on stage and off: a u-neck, sideless t-shirt many sizes too small and a pair of polyester shorts so tight his quads had ripped them at the seams. The hem of his shirt only fell to the mid-section of his abs, and the shelf they created in conjunction with his huge pecs was certainly something to admire. His chain necklace sat nicely in the valley between those two slabs of meat, and bounced against them whenever he walked. Lower down, his 20-incher poked out of his left short leg- the shorts only really covered about 3 inches from his waist to his quads. Speaking of the demon's legs, Darius had some of the thickest and sexiest out of everyone at the club, working together with his big upper body to create an irresistible hourglass shape.

Meeper, although no longer on shift, still wore his bondage-style outfit- a black-leather belt was pulled tight around his narrow waist, attached to a jockstrap that clung to his pronounced ass and conformed to his 23-inch cock and tennis-ball sized sack, the combined volume of which threatened to tear the black spandex apart- which is most certainly did when he got a boner, by which point his black cock ring and silver piercing would be displayed to an eager crowd. Around his neck was another leather belt, acting as a choker which connected to straps that ran over his shoulders and down his back, which in turn was connected to a horizontal strap which was connected at the chest. The straps were purposefully as tight as possible, so that when Darius flexed his big chest, the leather would simply unbuckle and fall to the floor. He could do the same thing to the spike-bands wrapped around his beefy biceps, the sheer size of his arm enough to break it off.

Darius couldn't deny that the muscular wolf looked absolutely stunning in that outfit, but Meeps honestly felt very cramped in it- especially in the pelvic region.

The two excellent strippers had known each other even before their jobs, as they met one evening on the metro- with nowhere else to sit, Darius had simply just sat down next to Meeper, staring at the wolf in his sweat-stained workout outfit the entire time. Noticing this, Meeps had smirked and just asked if he wanted to go out for lunch sometime. Elated, Darius quickly said yes, and from there they stayed extremely close until they found two openings for strippers at a club a few blocks from Meeper's house. Whenever anyone asked, both of them would quickly reply with, 'Oh, we're just friends,' although that didn't really fool anybody. Although, their relationship wasn't really full-on boyfriend and boyfriend, it was more just... friends with benefits, if that includes going to nice restaurants together and kissing over dessert.

Darius made a big show of stretching, fake-yawning as he extended his arms, one of which happened to casually drape over Meeper's shoulders. The big wolf couldn't help but smirk as he sipped from an unopened water bottle someone had left on the table.

"So, big boy," Darius said in a mock-lusty tone, thumping Meep's chest with a knuckle, "how was your show tonight?"

Meeper looked over at Darius with a grin, adjusting his straps as they dug into his armpits. "It was as good as ever- lots of cheers, some whoops n' shit, got a fair amount of money tossed on stage. The usual."

"How much cash did you haul?" Darius asked excitedly. The demon always tried to outdo Meeper in tips, although he usually never succeeded in that endeavor. Meeps quickly glanced at his tip jar, which was filled almost to the brim with coins and bills. Not many people really carried physical cash on them anymore, though, so most of his money came from tips as people paid at the bar. A general rule of thumb he followed was that he gained three times as much digitally as he did physically.

"Hm... well, from the jar I got maybe 20 or 30 dollars, physically?" Meeps said, guesstimating from what he saw on the sides of the glass. "So... maybe about 90 or 100 dollars, total?"

Darius nodded approvingly, smirking with a lustful grin as he ran his hand across Meeper's chest. It felt rather nice to have the demon's tender fingers running across his fur like that, and it wasn't like Meeps wasn't used to Darius' hands on his body. In fact, they felt each other up quite regularly, examining how each other's muscles had developed from a week at the gym or just to remind themselves what a perfect body felt like to touch.

"Hey, that's not bad, hot stuff," Darius purred, laying his head on Meeper's muscled shoulder. "But guess what?" He said mischievously. Meeper glanced down at him and tilted their head, ears flopping to the side.

"What?" Meeper asked. Darius' grin widened.

"I got just as much earlier.

Meeper just stared down at the demon, who was still caressing his chest and massaging his other shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the others giving the pair strange looks, still not entirely used to their strange almost-boyfriends-but-not-really relationship. They would often be referred to as 'fuck buddies,' but Meeper put that monicker to rest almost instantly.

"So?" Meeps said, shrugging, making Darius' head rise as he did so.

"So... that means that I'm just as hot as you, right?" Darius said playfully, wrapping his arms around Meeps fully. The wolf laughed, giving Darius a consoling pat on the back with his arm.

"Not exactly- you happen to be on during rush hour, so it's no surprise you get a lot. If I was on at your time, I'd probably get twice as much as you." Meeps countered, holding his head up high in a mock-superior manner. Darius pulled up and away from his beefy friend, looking up at them with a huge, stupid grin on his handsome face. Meeps couldn't help but return a smirk.

He knew exactly what that smile meant; Darius had just come up with a really stupid idea, and is absolutely convinced it's going to be the single greatest thing in the world.

"Well..." Darius began, inching closer to Meeper. The wolf leaned away a bit to avoid being smushed. "I don't think you would."

"Oh, really?" Meeps said, a sly smirk forming. Darius always tried to one-up him in everything they did together, and the sexy wolf supposed stripping was no different.

"Yes, really." Darius said, pulling at one of Meeper's straps, letting it snap back onto his chest after letting go. "Because I'm hotter than you."

That got a good laugh out of Meeper. While Darius was certainly sexier than most, he was nothing compared to the adonis his grey wolf-friend was. In a bizarre twist of fate, the lust-demon, who's entire existence revolved around sex, wasn't always the sexiest person in the room. Whether it be a curse bestowed by the gods, or an unfortunate happenstance, Darius always managed to find that people would pass him up for the friends he was sitting with.

Rather tragic, really, but he didn't mind it; he had plenty of friends willing to let him blow 'em, so he had little to really complain about.

Although, he still tried to assert his dominance as the hottest one around whenever he could, hoping one day to finally prove his claim to be true.

Perhaps this would be that day.

"Oh, hoh, you really think you're hotter than me?" Meeper said, crossing his legs and giving a condescending smile. Darius nodded, still grinning as he adjusted his shirt.

"I do indeed think so, and our patrons will prove it! I bet you that tomorrow night, I will make more in tips than you ever could." He said decidedly. Meeper just laughed and poked his chest playfully.

"Well, demon-boy, if you're so confident you'll win, why don't you decide your prize?" Meeps said lustfully, staring him down. Darius stared back, adjusting himself to hide the semi he was getting. How was he going to act like he was sexier when he found Meeps so utterly irresistible? The lean wolf could control himself way better than Darius could, and with that glorious outfit of his, how could he hope to compete?

He was starting to regret his challenge, but the last thing he wanted to do was pussy out before it even began. Still, there was a chance he could win- all he had to do was get the most in tips, right? That shouldn't be that hard!

Certainly wasn't as hard as he was getting...

"Well..." Darius said, putting a finger to his chin. "How about, whenever I win, you gotta... hm... ah!" He exclaimed, holding a finger in the air, which he quickly pointed towards Meeper. "You gotta blow me. Live. On stage. In front of everyone. And if you win- which you won't, by the way- I'll blow you."

Meeper held back another laugh. For him, that wasn't exactly a punishment- people seemed to be under the impression he was a hardcore top, when in reality he would very gladly be blasted in the ass by someone he thought was hot.

And, well, admittedly... he thought Darius was pretty hot

Although, it would be pretty nice to get sucked off by the demon, too; out of all of Meeper's friends and previous lovers, nobody even came close to giving blowjobs as utterly stellar as Darius'

That demon had some mouth, that was for damn sure.

"Alright, then," Meeper said with a smirk, knowing he'd enjoy the result either way, "You have yourself a deal.

Meeper extended his arm, and Darius did the same. They clasped each other's hands firmly and nodded, both flexing their arms a little to show off. Meeper's bicep rose a few centimeters higher than Darius', and from the demon's sudden expression, he knew it.

Oh, Meeper thought, this was going to be so easy.

---

The next day, Meeper woke up about noon, wandering around his apartment for a while as he woke himself up, stretching and eating as he prepared for his daily workout at the gym. He planned to push himself extra hard today, hoping to use the pump of his routine to artificially inflate his muscles for a bit. In fact, he even used a bit of Zaricor Fitness Definer™ to give his muscles some extra definition. Was it cheating? He hesitated before injecting. Probably not, he finally decided, inserting the needle into his left bicep. Nobody ever declared it cheating, so he supposed it was fair game. Besides, he knew for a fact Darius would do something similar, so it was only fair he used some products, too.

Although, as he immediately became unbelievably horny from the side-effects of the product, he ended up forgoing his planned afternoon nap for an hour or two of intense self-pleasure, his beastly cock demanding attention. He actually noticed it as a little bigger, as the Pump-Up also affected the genitals from time to time. Although, not really wanting to get *too* big, Meeper took a little bit ZF Inhibitor to mitigate the chance of a sudden growth-spurt; despite such a thing being really fucking hot to watch, he knew most of the patrons there were there to see him and his skimpy outfit working his stuff on stage.

As it neared the time to head to the club, Meeper looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His stripping outfit was especially tight thanks to the Definer and his workout, the cross-chest straps in danger of snapping is he so much as bent him arm inwards. The leather dug into his body quite a bit, especially on the pecs and arms, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle- miraculously, he'd manage to survive with even tighter clothes on before- although, admittedly, he had needed to cut them open in order to take them off.

Speaking of clothes, over his more skimpy attire he wore a loose shirt and pants, not really wanting to show off to random passersby as he walked his way to worksomething he made the mistake of doing after a night of drinking.

Meeper seriously needed another gym bag- that way, he could hide his outfit inside and change in the bathroom at work instead. But, well, it wasn't that big of a hassle to change at home; plus, he didn't need to lug a bag 10 minutes down the street and back each time he came and went.

After a couple practice poses and flexes in the mirror, his most-muscular ripping the sleeves of his shirt, he was finally read to head off.

This bet was about more than just who blows who- to Meeps, it was truly a test to see which one of the two were the sexiest. If Darius won, the lean wolf knew he would never hear the end of it- the last thing he wanted was to be constantly reminded of how Darius was sexier than him. Oh, what a horrible world that would be!

As he left his apartment, Meeper began to realize just how invested he was in this bet.

---

That same day, Darius had been working out hard. Just like Meeper, he knew the importance of a good pump on the quality of one's flexing. He mainly focused on his arms and abs, taking a bit of Zaricor Fitness Definer™ to give his body that extra umph he would need to beat that damn wolf and his sexy-ass muscles. He didn't feel like he was cheating when he injected the serum, knowing full well Meeper would do the same.

He wasn't going to lie to himself- he kinda wanted to suck that glorious cock Meeps had, to have his two-foot shaft stuffed in his mouth and experience Meeps' delicious load guzzling down his throat...

Mmm. That's what he thought about when he rubbed one out while dealing with the side-effects of the Definer, posing in the mirror afterwards to see how much better he looked. And, in all honesty, he did indeed look much better; his pecs cast larger shadows, the crevices between his abs were deeper, arms more veiny and toned... oh yeah, he thought to himself as he flexed his bicep, watching it rise to a satisfying peak. This is the body of a winner right here.

For so long he was waiting for the day he could finally show up Meeper, to finally prove to the wolf he was of equal or superior beauty- nothing upset him more than the way that wolf looked down at him, like a master looking down at their slave. He was no slave! Not in a million years would be bend over for someone like that!

Unless, you know... he found them hot

And, admittedly, he found Meeper fairly fucking hot.

It was just the way the colors of his fur worked in conjunction with his muscle definition to really highlight the size of his body, as though he was born with the sole intention of looking as sexy as possible. The way that crimson-red fur ran around and down his chest, like the blood of a fallen enemy, and the way it wrapped around his arms in thin bands, like natural armlets- it was just irresistible! It did so much more to help him than Darius' basalt grey skin ever had. Most of his perks were in his angular, chiseled face and fiery eyes, horns curling up above his head and ending in golden tips. But, again, Meeper nearly one-upped him with that killer red hair he had running down the back of his head.

It seemed to Darius he would need to do something more than just look sexy, but he couldn't just straight up cheat- he would never forgive himself! Perhaps... he could entice the patrons even more? Go around and serve drinks while lookin' sexy to squeeze in some extra tippage?

Yeah, that should be alright

---

Meeper arrived at the club at the same time he always did, taking the staff entrance out back to avoid the patrons and head straight to the bathroom. As always, Meeps rolled his eyes and sighed when he saw the changing room was still not finished, obscured by opaque tarps and construction material like some sort of blight upon the rest of the club. How fucking long did it seriously take to make a single, small room? It was ridiculous! In fact, the workers only showed up for an hour or so each day! It was clear to him- and everyone else- that the manager of the club was majorly scammed by these guys.

As Meeper entered the lounge, he stretched, preparing his muscles for a good bout of flexing and posing worthy of legend. It was tiring work, being as hot as he was, but it was satisfying nonetheless. To him, there was no better feeling than the reassuring exhaustion after a long day's work of being eye-candy; in a way, it was almost physical proof that he was doing something right. The advice he would often give to new strippers that came along was this: If you don't feel dead afterwards, then you didn't fucking work your body hard enough.

Although, of course, there was a fine line between exhaustion and fatigue.

Glancing at the clock, Meeps noted he had a good few hours before his scheduled time on stage, giving him ample opportunity to earn some extra tips as a sexy server. He found it quite enjoyable to rock up to a table in his skimpy outfit and casually set drinks on the table, smoothly flexing his abs and showing off his ass. It felt more personal to him than being up on stage- it gave him time to scope out the patrons and give them a bit of his charm. And who knows? Maybe one of them could be his next boy toy.

He'd never had anyone turn him down, in any case

Grabbing a bit of vodka out of the fridge and pouring it into a shot glass, Meeper leaned against the counter and tipped it back, sighing with satisfaction as he set it back down. Getting a little tipsy often helped the muscular wolf work his stuff, as the alcohol removed some of his inhibitions and apprehensions of his movements; it got him into a smoother, more enjoyable flow, not to mention how it helped him lighten up and enjoy himself while on stage. Although, there was one occasion he got a little too drunk and ended up with four other guys in his bed, so he usually just stuck to a few shots every now and then to make sure he didn't go off the rails again.

Just then, Darius barged into the lounge with all the confidence and bravado of a lion, swinging his hips from side to side as he slipped off his shirt, slinging it over his shoulder. He looked over to Meeper with a confident smirk, his muscles looking especially full and defined.

"Well, there you are, big boy," He cooed, leaning over the counter to get closer to Meeper. "Hope that mouth of yours is ready for a treat later."

The wolf chuckled as he poured himself another shot. "Well, someone seems to have gotten off their rocks already." He grinned, looking up at Darius' handsome face. The demon mock-sighed, laughing and propping their chin up with their hand.

"I only had a few... bottles." Darius said playfully, staring at his adonis of a friend with an amorous smile. Meeper patted him on the head as he downed another shot, the glass clinking loudly as he set down on the table. Quickly glancing around, he noticed the others sitting around the couch, passing a bottle between them as they each took long gulps. Meeper and Darius were the last pair on before the club closed, which allowed their fellow employees to fuck around while the two worked their shifts. Meeper rolled his eyes. He never really talked with the others, much, despite them being his work colleagues; they just... weren't really people who interested him; Darius was the only person at the club he kept in touch with outside of work.

"Well, then, I hope that perky mood of yours keeps up- it's hard to be sexy when you feel dead inside from an evening of drinking." Meeper said, stretching once more as they headed out of the kitchen. Darius followed behind them, exaggerating a stumble as they fell haplessly onto the lean wolf's back.

"I'll be fine!" Darius argued, feeling Meeper's fur up against his chest. "Knowing I'll feel your mouth around my dick is keepin' me goin'."

Meeps laughed, playfully shoving Darius off his back and towards the door leading to the bar. "Go on then, pretty boy. Show our patrons what you're made of if you're so hot." He said. Darius glanced behind him and gave a reassuring smirk and a thumbs up before heading out the door. Meeper couldn't help but roll his eyes. For some reason, getting drunk had the opposite effect on Darius compared to most other people; instead of getting depressed, tired, or plain cuntish, he got wildly energetic and playful. Why? Meeper always assumed it had something to do with him being a demon, but it was difficult to say.

---

Darius walked out on stage to a handful of cheers, swinging his hips and flourishing his arms as he smiled and waved as the music began to swell. It seemed like a pretty good crowd, with most of the seats and tables filled with people eager to see the dashing demon work his body like a god. Darius felt himself getting giddy with excitement- he fucking loved his job more than anything, and every single time he walked out in front of everyone was his new favorite moment.

Pacing around the edge of the stage as the song began its introduction, Darius stuck out a muscular arm towards the crowd, as if reaching to grab the hands of his onlookers. He made sure to work his ass hard, hips swinging as he flexed his glutes, which could easily be seen through his skin-tight shorts. The buzz from all his drinking helped him make his movements smoother, transitioning from pose to pose like liquid. As he reached the center of the stage, he paused, facing a quarter away from the crowd to give them a good look at his perky ass one last time, grabbing his short's waist and playfully snapping it against his pelvis with an over-the-shoulder-smirk.

Turning around, he bent his waist and outstretched his arms, taking the opportunity to flex his chest and abs as he finished with a grab of his bulge. There was a flurry of cheers and whoops as he continued to strut about the stage, tugging at his shorts in a teasy manner as he ran his hands along his abs and pecs. He was rock solid, and it clearly showed in his tight shorts, but he couldn't care. In fact, that was part of the show. Every minute movement, from the spot he put his foot to the way he splayed his fingers was practiced time and time again, as Darius continued to perfect his craft of making both the men and women orgasm at the sight of his stripping.

Darius paused once again in the middle of the stage, facing the crowd as he ran his arms down the sides of his body, leaving his fingers to rest on the waist of his shorts as he took a second to let the song reach its upcoming pause.

There was silence as all eyes were on him, patrons eagerly awaiting to see what he would do next. He couldn't help but smile as he looked up and away dismissively, casually pulling away at his shorts with a throwaway finger.

Rrrrip.

And, as always, there was a crescendo of cheers and claps as Darius' shorts were ripped away from his body, allowing his 20-inch hard-on to throb in the open air to the adoration of all, his big balls swinging in between his lean quads as he struck a powerful flex that showed off just how big his dick really was, as nearly all of it rose above his leg as he mock-tried to hide his junk behind it.

Oh yeah, Darius thought, how could Meeper hope to compete with this?

---

Meeper stood in the bathroom, staring at himself to make sure every part of his outfit was perfect. He adjusted his collar and a few of his arm straps, pulling them a little higher to where it would be easier to snap them off with a double-bi. He heard the door swing open behind him, and he saw Darius entering the bathroom in the mirror. He was stark naked, cock still rock-hard and throbbing intensely as he held his glass tip jar in his hand. It was entirely full and then some, some of the coins sliding off the mound overreaching the edge of the jar and clinging to the floor loudly. Darius proudly set it on the counter next to Meeper, sidling up behind his mate. The demon sensually put his hands on the wolf's hips, leaning over Meeper's shoulder as their rigid cock pressed up against his back.

"I think I did pretty well, sexy boy." Darius cooed in Meeper's ear, riding his hands up along the wolf's furry obliques. "They even wanted an encore."

Meeper tried not to gasp in pleasure as Darius grabbed him by the waist, snapping at the latex of his thong as he put his other hand on his pecs. The two of them were perfectly alright with each other groping, but if anyone else ever tried that on either one, they made a pact to make sure that cunt would never see the light of day again.

"Oh, Darius, babe, stop it!" Meeper playfully said, pushing Darius off of him. That demon pretty much lost all of his inhibitions when he got drunk, leading to many sudden prompts for sex and blowjobs that Meeper couldn't help but accept.

"Do you even want to try and top me?" Darius said, pushing further against Meeper. "Or are you ready to just consign and suck my dick like it deserves?"

God. All of this talk of blowjobs was making Meeper unbelievably horny, getting uncomfortable as his hardening cock strained against its latex prison. It was getting to the point where the wolf didn't even want to strip anymore.

He just wanted that demon cock.

Every part of Meeper's mind was being flooded with thoughts of his demon friend, as though his brain was being pulled by the reigns and steered toward Darius and his beautiful body.

"How about a new deal, huh?" Darius purred, feeling Meeper's abs. "You suck me off on stage, and in exchange I'll be your little cumslut for the rest of the night- I know how much you need to blow your load after a favor like that, babe."

Meeper breathed heavily, trying to contain his feelings of immense pleasure and excitement as he collected his thoughts. This was so sudden... but it was also so utterly fucking hot. He hadn't had sex in ages, and nobody fucked like Darius did.

"Okay, you horny beast." Meeper finally said, revelling in Darius' tender touch. "I give up- you win."

Darius just laughed. "Of course I do, wolfy- nobody's sexier than me. More handsome, maybe, but not sexier."

Darius pulled off of Meeper, leaning back and crossing his arms over his naked chest. As his wolf friend turned around, Darius got to watch as the latex of Meeps' thong finally gave way to his 2-foot monster of a cock, huge balls churning and pulsing with cum beneath it.

"God, you're so fucking hot..." Meeper breathed, visibly restraining himself as they wanted so badly to hop on that dick right away. Darius smirked.

"It's all in the demon magic." Darius said, nodding towards the door. "Come on, then- I promised everybody they'd see something special tonight. Although, give me a minute to grab another pair of shorts."

Meeper and Darius entered the stage at the same time, holding hands as they waved to the crowd with confident smirks. Darius was back in another pair of shorts, this time ones that were so small they didn't even cover his entire ass, while Meeper was still in his bondage-style suit, thong still ripped apart and cock still throbbing. There was a crescendo of cheers as the patrons got to see their two favorite strippers side by side, one of them already displaying their goods for all to see. As they walked around stage for a while waving and winking, Meeps' impressive balls slapped against his thighs as his 2-foot mast oozed pre with each intense throb.

The two horny, amorous hunks took center stage, facing each other as they embraced for a moment, Darius grabbing Meeper's ass for a quick squeeze that produced audible gasps from the crowd.

"Well, babe," Darius said in a sensual voice, loud enough for the patrons to hear. "Kneel."

There were more gasps, and a few cheers, as the crowd began to realize what was about to happen. Darius turned and gave a sly wink as Meeper got on his knees, holding Darius' hips in his hands as he awaited for more commands. Darius moaned as he grabbed his cock, feeling it in his hand as he patted Meeper on the shoulder.

"This 20-incher is all yours, hottie." He purred, stepping closer to Meeps. The crowd made some sarcastic ooohs as they looked on eagerly, leaning in closer to get a better look at the action that was about to unfold. Meeper just blocked them out, focusing solely on the cock that was throbbing in front of his eyes, and the body it was attached to. God, what a hunk Darius was, standing there with his hands on his hips and his head tilted in a confident smirk, staring down at the wolf with hungry eyes.

Meeper took the meaty shaft in his hands, working the full length in a slow, consistent manner, looking up at Darius with an amorous expression. The demon closed their eyes and moaned, grabbing hold of Meeper's shoulders with his strong hands as they continued to give him a bit of pleasure before the real fun began.

"How's that feel, babe?" Meeper asked sensually, going a little faster. Darius moaned a little louder, swallowing as he tried to contain himself, balls churning with seed eager to be released.

"That feels so fucking good..." Darius said, pre oozing from the tip of his cock. How many times had Meeper sucked this dick over the years? He knew it almost as well as he knew his own, and every time he saw it the experience he had got better and better. He swore the demon's cock had grown bigger over time, but Darius had adamantly denied such a thing.

Meanwhile, the crowd sat in silence as they watched the events unfold, eyes widening as Meeper closed his eyes and shifted closer to Darius, stuffing the demon's cannon into his open maw. He couldn't help but moan as he closed his lips around the warm, wet cock, pre falling onto his tongue and sliding down his throat slowly as he began to work his magic.

"Oh! Fucking shit... ngh... keep going, babe..." Darius groaned, throwing his head back as he experienced pure bliss. No matter how many times a man sucked his cock, the blissful sensation he felt always remained just as intense as the last. Not to mention the effects it had on his body afterwards...

Meeper ran his tongue around Darius' shaft, trying not to choke as he forced it deeper down his throat, only a few inches remaining outside of his mouth. He moved his head back and forth, passionately sucking as he revelled in the pleasure of the experience, the rest of the world melting away as he focused solely on the young adonis standing before him. He stared up at Darius' chiseled abs, tracing the valleys they formed between them with his eyes, following the ridges of his muscle along his obliques and up to his chest, admiring each and every inch of his body as he took the demon's entire length, managing to force a few extra inches into his mouth without gagging.

He was grateful he was so good at deepthroating.

"Yeah, you fucking love this cock, huh?" Darius purred, thrusting his pelvis towards Meeper, who almost choked from the sudden movement. "That's why you always come to me whenever you want someone to fuck you."

Meeper nodded slightly, moaning as his own cock began to ooze pre onto the stage, making his cockring wet and shiny.

My god, Darius, Meeper thought as he kept up his sucking, let me take you. Let me take all of you.

Darius began to feel the pressure building up in his cumpipe, moaning louder as a powerful orgasm drew near. When he came, he really came. One time, after about a week or so without blowing his load, the demonic sex-god shot enough jizz to fill an entire glass, creating a mess on bed that took nearly an hour to clean up. And, as a Demon of Lust, every time he came inside another man his libido grew more powerful. His seed became more copious. His cock grew larger. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to tell Meeper about this, mainly because he didn't want to take the wolf's spotlight permanently. That's why he mainly just made his voice sexier, until he sounded like a true demon prince.

"Suck harder, little wolfie- I can feel myself about to... ngh... blow." Darius commanded, feeling the pressure build up even more. It took everything he had to hold back, but he managed to for just a little longer.

Meeper happily obliged, beginning to suck harder and pump it faster. Darius' hands clenched hard around his shoulders, as the demon prepared to release his load into the wolf's eagerly awaiting mouth.

Sure enough, a moment later, Darius threw his head back and yelled, his dick erupting with a stream of white-hot, delicious cum that Meeper happily swallowed, salty yet sweet and one of the most delectable things he'd ever tasted. Gulp after gulp, the demon's cum just kept flowing, Meeper only just about keeping up. For nearly a full minute, Darius released shot after shot of semen into his friend's mouth, the wolf beginning to gag as he struggled to take it all down his throat. Eventually, he had no other choice but to pull away, allowing Darius' cumpipe to release a few shots out into the air, which arced rather high before landing on the stage and on Meeper's fur. The crowd watched in stunned silence the entire time, shocked by how virile Darius was, and how much of it Meeper was able to take.

Meeper stood up slowly, breathing heavily as a bit of cum dribbled out of their maw. Darius clasped a congratulatory hand over the wolf's shoulder, the two turning to face the crowd with their hands together. All eyes were on the pair, the crowd unsure of what to do. They stood in awkward silence for a moment before a patron sitting close to the stage apprehensively tossed a handful of coins onto the stage.

What followed was a flurry of dollars and coins being flung at the couple, the crowd still dead silent as they tipped the two show-stopping adonises. Darius smirked and bowed, pulling the still-exhausted Meeper down with him. The wolf's fur was a little wet with sweat, the leather of their straps getting moist as they panted. God, for such an intense experience, Darius was rather energetic. Meeper wasn't sure how the demon was able to stay so composed after what he just did, but he didn't really have the energy to complain

Darius turned to his furry friend, staring into their eyes with his burning orange pupils. Gingerly grabbing Meeper's head with his hands, he drew the wolf closer to him, smiling.

"You know," He said as he kissed the top of Meeper's muzzle. "I still think you're hotter than me."

Meeper, breathtaken, dropped their jaw, taken by surprise with such a sudden and passionate kiss. The wolf looked up at the demon, stunned, as Darius pulled back. The previous silence was broken by a few claps and cheers in support of the display of affection, and Darius smiled.

"What?" He asked Meeper, who just stood there a little awestruck. "Are you not gonna say I love you back?"

With those last few words, the wolf's heart skipped a beat. How long had he wanted to say those words to Darius? How long had he waited for the right opportunity, which never seemed to reveal itself?

And then, all of a sudden, Darius is the one to say it first

Meeper stared into his now-officially-boyfriend's eyes, mouth curled into a smile as he uttered those words back.

"I love you."