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The club was alive with the sound of music, the scent of cheap alcohol and the sight of half naked, sweat covered bodies swaying back and forth on a well lit stage. Jacklin made sure he had picked a seat right by said stage, a large grin on his face as he watched a bikini-clad tigress twirling around on a pole.

Going to a strip club alone for his eighteenth birthday may have been a bit on a tacky side but Jacklin had been wanting to go ever since he could remember. He'd pass the place on his way to the store, neon sign blaring, and wish he could go in. And now that he was old enough, you bet your arse he was taking advantage of the opportunity. He'd even bought a new outfit just for the occasion. He wore a long sleeved fishnet shirt, his pierced nipples peaking between the material, and a pair of leather booty shorts. Being the plump pig that he was, the shorts were practically bursting at the seams. He looked good and he knew it. He hoped everyone else knew it, too. Jacklin wasn't really looking for someone to take home that night but that didn't mean he couldn't flirt. In fact, he planned on it. He'd find someone, flutter his eyes a little, say some sweet words, and then just as his victim leaned in close...he'd walk off with a laugh, leaving them high and dry. Jacklin couldn't help but giggle to himself. Playing the world's biggest tease was his favourite game, after all.

A stallion in a thong walked by carrying a tray of drinks and Jacklin licked his lips. The man was juicy, for sure, but he was also on the clock. As fun as hitting on a stripper would be, he was working and would no doubt go along with his flirting in hopes of getting some tips out of him. While Jacklin couldn't blame the dancers for wanting to make a living, he wanted to find someone who would genuinely be interested in him, not someone who was most likely faking it just to get some bills in their g-string.

Jacklin looked around the room to see if he could find anyone worth checking out. That was when he saw him sitting alone at a table on the other side of the room. Jacklin had to admit that he hadn't seen many skulldogs, so, when his eyes landed on the white of the man's exposed bone, he had to do a double take to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

The skulldog wasn't wearing anything fancy, just a pair of jeans, white shirt and a brown jacket. But, despite his less than fanciful attire, Jacklin found himself staring, wondering just what was hiding in those jeans of his. He bit his lip and imagined he was on his knees inbetween the skulldog's legs, unzipping his jeans with his teeth. He had no idea what it was that was suddenly getting him all hot and bothered. Maybe it was the rarity of his species or the fact that jacket of his looked like it was practically bursting from the muscles underneath it. The guy had an impressive build and the idea of running his hands over his muscular, black-furred chest was deliciously exciting.

He shook his head. No, he was supposed to get them all hot and bothered then leave. That was the game he liked to play. It wasn't meant to be the other way around. Damnit, why was the canine having such an effect on him? While mulling over what action to take next, Jacklin noticed that the skulldog was staring right back at him! At least, he assumed he was. The lack of eyeballs made it hard to tell but his bony snout pointing in his direction so he had to be, right? It was when the dog lifted his hand and made a come hither motion with his index finger that he knew. Jacklin smiled as he left his seat by the stage and made his way over to the other man's table, making sure to sway his hips as much as possible on the way.

There was an empty seat across from the skulldog and Jacklin grabbed it and asked, "Mind if I join you?" before sitting down without waiting for a response.

Jacklin rested his elbows on the table and interlaced his fingers together before rested his chin on them. He shot the man a smile as he said, "Name's Jacklin Terrier. What do they call you, handsome?"

"Heinz Johnson," the dog responded in a deep and gravely tone that sent shivers up Jacklin's spine.

"Heinz, huh? Tell me, Heinz. What are you doing all the way over here by yourself?"

"Just scoping out the room, trying to see if there are any delicious morsels for me to sink my teeth into."

"Oh? And have you found anything juicy yet?" Jacklin said, practically purring.

A long, pink tongue emerged from between Heinz' teeth to lick at the bone where his lips should have been. "I might have," he said, his voice low and husky.

Jacklin was growing increasingly hot under the collar and was thinking that maybe going a little further than flirting that night wouldn't be so bad. It was his birthday, after all, so why not treat himself?

"You know, I know all t he regulars here but your face is new," Heinz said.

"I take it you're a regular yourself, then? Should I be worried you spend so much time in a strip club?"

Heinz shrugged. "What can I say? I'm just a guy that likes a good time," he then leaned in and, with a growl, said, " and you look like a pretty good time to me."

"I mean, you're not wrong there," Jacklin said, giggling, a light blush dusting his already pink cheeks. "You're also not wrong about me being new here. This is actually my first time visiting. It's my eighteenth birthday, you see, and I figured I'd go out for a bit of fun."

"And you're here alone? Didn't bring any friends along to celebrate with you?"

Jacklin shook his head. "No, all my friends that wanted to come were too young and all those old enough to, well, this just isn't their scene."

"Too young? I'm sure they could have gotten themselves some fake IDs. Not hard to get those nowadays."

Jacklin clutched his chest and feigned offence, as he said, "Why, Mr. Johnson, are you suggesting my friends should have broken the law? I could never. I am a good little piggy, after all."

"Hopefully not too good," Heinz said, licking his non-existent lips again. Jacklin felt a familiar warmth hit his groin. Why the hell was that action so arousing to him? It probably had something to do with him imagining just what other things that tongue of his could lick. Heinz continued, "Seeing as you came out here dressed like that, I imagine you had a particular type of celebrating in mind?"

"Maybe I did," Jacklin said in a sing-song voice, "or maybe I just wanted to tease some cute dog boys."

"Ah, cute am I?"

"Who said I was talking about you?" Jacklin said with a smirk.

Heinz chuckled. "You wound me, little piggy."

"That's not the only thing I want to do to you," Jacklin said as he gave him a playful wink. He was having a lot more fun flirting with Heinz than he had all night checking out the dancers and wondered just how far he could go with this. He then lifted a cloven foot and ran it up the inside of his jean covered leg.

Jacklin's hoof ran up so high that he eventually felt himself pressing against the crotch of the other man's jeans. He pressed down and Heinz growled. Finally, a reaction. Jacklin couldn't help but smile like the cat that stole the cream as he continued to rub the underside of his hoof against him.

"What's wrong, Heinzy? You're looking a little hot and bothered," Jacklin said in a low tone, husky tone.

"You're a cheeky little shit, you know that?" Heinz said, Jacklin practically hearing the sneer in his voice.

"Why, whatever could you mean?" Jacklin responded, feigning ignorance.

Heinz leaned in and Jacklin did the same. The two were so close, snouts practically touching, when Jacklin pulled back, removing his trotter from Heinz' groin and placed his hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair, moving away as far from the other as he did so.

"You're a real fucking tease, you know that?" Heinz said, although, he sounded more amused than really angry.

That was when Jacklin felt coarse hair move up the inside of his own thigh as Heinz decided to play his own game of footsie. A soft paw pad pressed against Jacklin's groin and he couldn't help the involuntary twitch his traitorous cock did in response. Heinz continued to rub him until he was at half mast before grabbing him between his toes. He squeezed and rubbed and Jacklin could already feel himself growing to full force. He was surprised at how quickly his erection was growing from just a little touch here and there. He must have been more pent up than he thought.

"What's wrong, my tasty little treat? You're beginning to look all hot and bothered." Heinz said that last part in a husky whisper and Jacklin had to fight not to moan.

He cleared his throat, trying his best to hide what his own tactic turned on him was doing to his body. But Heinz could no doubt feel exactly the effect his teasing had on him. Still, Jacklin wasn't going to lose this game and, trying his best to sound indifferent, he said, "I'm getting a little bored, not gonna lie. I saw this really hot stallion earlier, I think I'll go talk to him. After all, there's not much for me here, is there?"

Jacklin looked away from Heinz to stare out at the club, seemingly searching for the tray carrying horse from before. Heinz clearly didn't like this and, in an instant, he was out of his seat and standing over him, Jackling just about falling out of his chair at the suddenness of the action.

"All right, piggy, you've got my attention," Heinz said as he moved around the table to stand over Jacklin.

He hadn't realised just how tall Heinz was until his crotch was level with his snout. He could see the bulge in his jeans and, from the position they were in, for a moment he wondered if he wanted him to blow him there and then right in the club in front of everyone. While Jacklin had never considered himself an exhibitionist, the thought was at least a little tempting and he couldn't help but lick his lips. Heinz, however, had either ideas and, without warning, Jacklin was shrieking as he was lifted up into the air by a pair of strong, black fur covered arms.

"You really know how to squeal, ey, piggy?" Heinz said with a laugh.

"What did you expect?! Geez, give a guy some warning before you toss him around next time," Jacklin huffed, arms crossed. "And just what do you think you're doing to me, anyhow?"

Heinz didn't answer and instead made his way towards the back of the club. Jacklin had to admit that the way Heinz effortlessly carried him was a definite turn on. His head was so fuzzy with lust by now that he didn't even question just where the skulldog was taking him, simply assuming he wanted a dark corner of the room to have a private makeout session in.

He realised that wasn't quite what was going on as Heinz came to a red door with the word STAFF written on it in bold, black lettering. The door was already open a crack so Heinz just needed to bump it with his hip and they were in. Once inside he kicked the door with his food, an audible click emanating throughout the space as it closed.

Heinz put him down and Jacklin took in his new surroundings. The walls were white and the carpet a dark blue, in the corner was a mini fridge and a table with a microwave and kettle sitting upon it. In the middle was a couch that had seen better days while on the other side of the room opposite the fridge was a double bed. Unlike the couch, the bed seemed brand new, with its fluffy white pillows and black and white striped duvet. Jacklin guessed the place was some sort of breakroom for the employees but did breakrooms usually have beds in them? What were they even doing there anyway? They weren't staff so wouldn't they get into trouble? Jacklin turned around to ask Heinz about it but was stopped in his tracks at the sight of a now jacketless and shirtless Heinz unzipping his jeans.

"W-what're you doing?!" Jacklin spluttered.

"You've been teasing me for the past half hour. You know exactly what I'm doing."

Jacklin hadn't really thought past the flirting, not really thinking it would go anywhere besides talk and maybe some heavy petting, but, now faced with the reality of going further, he couldn't help but be a little nervous. While he was hardly a virgin, he didn't have that much experience either. And he'd certainly never hooked up with some stranger in a strip club.

When Heinz pulled off his trousers and underwear, tossing them to the side, and Jacklin got to see just what he'd been hiding in those jeans of his, well, all previous uncertainties were tossed out the window.

"Like what you see, piggy?" Heinz said with a chuckle.

"Very much," Jacklin said as he licked his lips. "Mind if I have a taste?"

"Knock yourself out."

Jacklin knelt down in front of Heinz, the skulldog's erection now eye level with him. Heinz was bigger than any he'd seen before and a feeling of nervousness and excitement washed over him. He inhaled deeply, taking in all of Heinz's musky scent. He smelled undeniably male and Jacklin's own erection was now pushing painfully tight against his leather shorts. He grabbed his own hard on through the material and gave it a harsh squeeze. He continued to drink in the man's scent while pawing at himself, an action that seemed to annoy Heinz.

"Hey, it's not a bouquet of roses, pork chop. You gonna suck it or not?" Heinz growled.

Jacklin giggled at the skulldog's impatience but did as he was told. He grabbed the base of his dick, aiming the head towards his snout, before giving the tip a testing lick. Heinz gave a grunt of approval so he did it again. And again. And again. It was when he tasted the familiar saltiness of pre that he wrapped his lips around the head and gave it a harsh suck. Heinz seemed to appreciate this if the groan he gave in response was any indication.

Jacklin took his hand from his cock to move to cup Heinz's balls. He gave them a squeeze as his lips slid down to the middle of his member. He wasn't even close to taking him all in but was already struggling with his size. He'd never sucked off someone so large before and could feel his arsehole pucker at the thought of it being inside of him.

The thought of being rammed by that immense member was enough to send Jacklin even further, both his mouth and hole growing all the more hungry for Heinz. Jacklin reached the base, the tip of Heinz hitting the back of his throat, just about making him choke. For some reason, that aroused him even more.

He pulled back until just the head was in his mouth before pushing forward and engulfing him again. He continued to move like this, fondling Heinz's balls, and drinking in his pre, all the while Heinz's breathing grew more ragged. He was about to let go and ask if he was close when an explosion of salty white suddenly hit his tongue. Jacklin wasted no time in drinking it all, doing his best to make sure not a single drop was spilled.

While still caressing his balls, Jacklin let go of his cock with a wet pop, and looked up at Heinz with lust filled eyes. Licking his lips, he said, "Did you like that, big guy?"

Jacklin yelped as he was suddenly grabbed and thrown onto the bed, Heinz hovering over him, growling. He grabbed Jacklin's fishnet shirt and ripped it to shreds, before grabbing his shorts and doing the same. Jacklin was upset that his brand new outfit was now nothing more than tatters on the floor but his anger soon subsided when he saw the raging erection Heinz was sporting. He'd just come and he was ready to go again? Jacklin was starting to like this guy more every minute.

"On your belly. Now."

Jacklin's dick jumped to attention at the commanding tone and he wasted no time in doing what he was told. He rolled onto his stomach and raised his plump rear into the air. "How's this?" he asked as he looked over his shoulder at Heinz.

Heinz grabbed a fistful of each cheek and spread them. "What beautiful slabs of meat. And all for me to devour," he said with a chuckle.

He placed his tip against Jacklin's hole and the pig began to panic. In a shaky voice, he said, "Hey, uh, you're not gonna go in without lube, are you? I really don't think my spit will be enough to-ah!"

Jacklin squealed as the entirety of Heinz's length was shoved into him. Heinz placed a hand on each side of Jacklin's head, before leaning down and, breath hot against his ear, said, "What's wrong, little piggy? Too rough for you? Well, you haven't felt anything yet."

Heinz began thrusting without giving Jacklin any time to adjust. He held onto the duvet beneath him, feeling he wouldn't be surprised if the material ripped from just how hard he was grabbing onto it. Jacklin grunted as Heinz continued to thrust in and out, his hole being rubbed raw as the man continued to go at such a fierce pace. It hurt like hell but he also felt another sensation pooling at the pit of his stomach.

Noticing Jacklin's pained grunting, Heinz said, "Come now, you're gonna have to learn to take it better than that if you wanna be my guy, little piggy."

Through gritted teeth, Jacklin said, "Y-you want me to be yours?"

"Of course. You've got a thick arse that could kill and the best damn throat of any slut I've ever seen."

The degrading 'compliments' made the sensation in his stomach grow and it wasn't long before he realised that was pleasure he was feeling against all the pain. He couldn't believe it. All the rough handling and derogatory words were actually turning him on? Maybe he was a slut like Heinz said, a slut who wanted to be used and abused. That didn't sound so bad, actually.

Jacklin reached between his legs and began stroking himself while Heinz continued to pound him from behind. The pleasure from the front and the pain from behind mixed together into a beautiful recipe of over-stimulation and it wasn't long before Jacklin was coming with a squeal onto the neat duvet below him. Heinz came soon after, most likely due to the tightening of Jacklin's hole, groaning deeply as he did so.

Heinz pulled out and flopped down onto the bed while Jacklin collapsed, all energy sapped from him. Heinz grabbed for the pig and brought him into a sweaty embrace. Jacklin gave a tired laugh at this as he leaned into the dark fur, saying, "Didn't peg you for a cuddler."

"What can I say? I like keeping my property close."

Jacklin blushed. "So, I'm your property now, huh?"

Heinz nuzzled the tip of Jacklin's head with his bony maw. "Of course. You were mine the moment you stepped through the doors of my club."

"Your club?" Jacklin's eyes widened before he scoffed and said, "Explains why you were so confidant about going into a room for staff only."

"They can't exactly kick out the owner, now, can they?"

Jacklin cuddled in closer to him. "You know, I don't mind being the boyfriend of a club owner."

"Boyfriend? I think you misunderstand." Heinz began nibbling on Jacklin's ears, causing the other to moan. Then, with his ear meat still between his teeth, Heinz said, "You are my property. My meal to devour. We are NOT equals. Understand that?"

Jacklin moaned. "Loud and clear, big guy. Loud and clear."