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**Chapter 2: Whoops

Skyview Apartments, Apartment 6**

"Oh... That's it Jason..."

"Oh yeah... Me-ow!"

"Oh! AH! GOD! That's it! Stick that bone up my -"

GAH!

Jason immediately shot out of bed, covered in cold sweat that clumped all his short, black fur together and with every muscle on his body clenched. His breaths were coming in short bursts, panting and shaking as he fought off the horrible images of the previous night which he had spent with David...

But... He hadn't...

Had he...?

That was impossible...

Brett should've come back... So had Robin... There was no way he could've slept with David...

Of course, there was painful evidence to the contrary.

The first was the fact that he was actually lying in Robin's bed. There was only one reason he'd be in here and that was if, in the throes of lust and heated sex, he had pulled his partner into this room instead of heading into his own.

The second sign were the horrible memories swinging around in his head of running his tongue from one black ring to another, caressing the athletic build beneath him, hearing those purrs and feeling a volcanic warmth wrap around his cock.

The third sign was the aroma swimming around the air... of man-on-man sex... and of himself and another...

The last sign... Well...

... it was David Storm slumbering right beside him.

"Oh god!" he cried, leaping back in horror.

David snorted and pulled his eyes open, his sky-blue orbs and a smile on his face. "Morning, handsome."

"Dave!" Jason shot to his feet, painfully aware he was completely nude and with thick splotched of dried cum on his highly defined chest. "Did you and me... did I... did you... Did we...?"

The jaguar grinned and stretched. "Yep... Gotta say, I've been waiting for that all night." He purred softly. "Just wish your big Rottie didn't have to go. Would've loved to feel him in me too..."

Jason's brain was on the brink of overloading. "What!? But you and Robin are going out!"

"Oh yeah! We should get her to jump in too!"

Okay... overload.

Thankfully, his three subconscious parts, HOP (Horndog Optimist Pessimist) had managed to grab a fire truck and was putting out the fire in his head.

"What!?" Jason cried. "How could you say that!? Aren't you and Robin an item!?"

"Of course we are. She just doesn't know I'm bi." David grinned at him. "But I bet you figured that out already, didn't you?"

Truthfully... he didn't. In the back of his mind, he just imagined that David was a closeted gay guy and was using Robin to get to him.

"How...?"

"Well, it was that touching speech you gave me back when we first met," David answered with a faint grin. "You said I should just accept that I like men. And I do. But I like women too. So... there was one conclusion. I'm bisexual!"

The fire was put out and a sense of calm was wrapping around him again. "Right... But you really should tell Robin..."

"Why?" David replied, a devilish grin on his face. "Don't you think that cheating is actually a pretty awesome turn on? Hell, you weren't holding back last night."

Crap!

His brain was going to overload again.

"Easy! Easy!" Optimist said, patting his cheek. "Come on, big guy! It's not so bad! I mean, it was one mistake."

"One mistake while he's engaged!" Pessimist cried, throwing his hands into the air. "For goddsake, what the hell were you thinking!?"

The two turned towards Horndog who was just gleefully cackling away from them.

That's right...

And... of course...

BRAIN OVERLOAD!

He had cheated on Brett!

This wasn't the same as when Connor had told him to 'experience the world'. He had a bloody ring on his finger and he had screwed another guy!

The ring!

He glanced at his hand, fearing that the piece of jewellery would start burning into his flesh like a hot brand just like it did in his nightmares.

But the ring was gone.

Where is it!?

"Looking for this?"

David had the ring, idly holding it between his fingers.

"Give me that!" Jason demanded but the jaguar quickly pulled away.

"No. Because this is how things are going to work around here."

Horndog stopped cackling.

Their spirits just plummeted into a big, black hole that was about to consume their entire being. That brain overload had dissipated and all the ashes of his conscious mind were being sucked into the grim nothingness of that black hole.

"You're not going to tell Robin," David said, sauntering over to him and running a finger down his large, muscular pectoral muscles. "You're not going to tell your fiancé. Whenever they're not around, you and I are going to have a bit of fun and" - David seized Jason's sheath, making the latter yelp - "you're going to love it."

Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!

Horndog offered Optimist and Pessimist the end of the noose that was wrapped around his neck as the two were quickly building a gallows.

"But - but..." Jason began.

"But what?" David replied slyly, spinning the ring on one finger. "You can't deny that you loved it, Wolfe. You howled loud last night. Then, when we did it again, you came again. You're a monster in the sack. No wonder your Rottie likes you so much." David licked his lips, shamelessly appraising him. "And now, I want me a piece of the action."

Horndog stepped up voluntarily to the gallows while Optimist and Pessimist readied to kick the stand out from beneath him.

"And if you tell Robin about me, I'll tell Brett about you. Do we have an understanding?"

They hung Horndog.

Jason could only whimper, his ears flat on his head and his tail tucked between his legs as David smirked and gave him back his engagement ring. The jaguar swaggered away, completely naked, leaving Jason completely devastated.

A horrible sick feeling was pooling in his stomach and he was on the verge of throwing up. His mind snapped into 'Cover-Up' Mode and he quickly hurried to get Robin's bed to hide the overwhelming passion he had felt the previous night... Passion he had shared with Robin's boyfriend.

Oh god!

"That's gotta hurt."

He flinched and flung back around.

A No One he hardly ever saw was leaning against the doorframe.

N9 the Neutral and the No One that governed Death quietly shut the door while David went about reheating the untouched dinner. N9 was feline in appearance with big, broad shoulders and a defined 'V' shape to his body. The No One's face was concealed in a thick, black mask that took the countenance of a feline with his eyes concealed by reflective glass. To match that mask, he wore black and silver leather armour that left his arms exposed. He looked a little bit like a biker with the metal spikes jutting out of his armour but that was quickly banished by the long, fur coat that he wore over his armour.

The pattern of the fur often changed. As Jason appraised the No One, the pattern shifted from a tiger's stripes, to a zebra's patterns and even to a Dalmatian's spots. What species of feline N9 was couldn't be determined either as his fur altered as well depending on his environment. Currently, he had the gingery fur of a housecat, perhaps a Tabby.

"Brett's gonna kill me..." Jason whimpered, regarding the ring in his hand. "I can't believe I had sex with Robin's boyfriend!" Then his heart plummeted further. "Oh damn... They're both going to kill me!"

Images of the two lynching him... Worse, the two dressing him in a white wedding dress and then lynching him. It'd be the perfect punishment... He'd be branded as the 'cheating bride'...

"Don't you think you're exaggerating a little?" N9 asked, his voice "They're perfectly reasonable people."

"Who'd be reasonable if their -" He held his tongue since he was on the verge of saying 'wife' "... if their significant other found out the guy their friend is dating is actually bi!? And not through some sleuthing but through sex!?"

N9 glanced absently at the ceiling and tapped his chin. "Huh... Sounds like something right out of a daytime drama..."

Jason let out a frustrated cry and glanced around, looking for some pants or underwear. "Where the hell are my pants...?" He could only see his shirt and singlet.

"Don't you remember? You took them off on your way to this bedroom."

Gah!

That meant he had to walk out into the kitchen and grab his pants... where David was...

"I'll take care of the evidence," N9 said, gesturing towards the bed. "Why don't you go sort everything out with David?"

"What's there to sort out?" Jason growled, tugging on his shirt. "He's literally got my by the balls..."

"You can't let him push you around, Jason. Firstly you're twice his size and secondly you know that going along with this will only lead to tragedy. You've watched enough daytime dramas with Brett to know the longer this goes on, the more pain it's going to cause."

That was true.

And it hurt like hell knowing that watching daytime dramas was just another thing he and Brett loved to do together... Though really, they were doing a lot less watching now and more... 'appreciating' each other.

That just reminded him how painful it was that he had cheated on Brett...

"Maybe I can constitute this as rape..."

"You can't rape the willing," N9 observed. "And you were the one pounding away at David's ass."

He winced and hesitated in front of the door.

Were Brett and Robin waiting on the other side of that door?

What would happen if he stepped out just as they stepped in?

There was no hiding he had come out of Robin's room with no pants and that David was walking around naked...

"Robin is currently spending the night at her classmate's house and Brett will give you a call to pick him up shortly. Last night's storm caused them to hit a ditch in the road and Brett's truck to get stuck in some mud. On top of that, multiple failures in the car may have forced them both to find alternate lodgings."

Huh...?

That sounds all too coincidental...

"You're welcome," N9 said smugly.

He felt bad that in order to protect his dignity - and another potential brain overload - the No Ones had orchestrated a mini-accident that put Brett's truck out of commission. That feeling intensified when he realised that he was grateful that happened. It gave him time to think.

"Wait..." he began, turning around to face N9. The No One was waving his hands around and the sheets of Robin's bed were rearranging themselves. The smell was also fading. "There was a storm last night? How come I didn't notice?"

"Because the earth moved."

"What do you -?"

He cut himself off and felt that black hole in his stomach grow.

"Oh..."

Jason flung open the door and there was David, standing completely nude and swaggering across the kitchen like he owned it... which, in retrospect, he sort of did. He set down some of the reheated dinner from last night, winking at Jason.

Thankfully, a soft ringing filled the room at that moment and Jason bolted straight into his room, snatching his boxers and pants as he went. He snatched up his phone from his bedside table, grateful that it was Brett.

"Hey, Brett!" he exclaimed loud enough so that David could hear.

"Jason Hi... Umm... Sorry I didn't call last night. I got sort of... stuck."

So did I, Jason thought bitterly.

"Listen, we hit a bump in the road and now my truck needs repairs. I spent the night at a cheap motel and only now does my cell phone decide to pick any reception. Can you believe there isn't a single payphone for five miles around this place!? Geez!"

I can sort of believe that...

"Would it be too much trouble to pick me up? I really wanted meet your friend Warren today."

That's right... We were going to pick up Warren...

It was perfect! He could get time alone with Brett and maybe confess to his crime. Since they will be in a moving vehicle, there was no way Brett would try to kill him while they were on the road... right? Unless Brett turned out to be one of those psychopathic 'If-I-Can't-Have-You-No-One-Will' types.

But he's not like that...

... is he...?

Images of Brett strangling him as he valiantly tried to keep his car on the road filled his mind. They would crash into a nearby tree and their bodies would fly out the window, crumbling against some jagged rocks. As he lay dying, Brett would crawl up to him, kiss him tenderly and then whisper with wide, crazy eyes, "Now we'll be together forever, honey. Forever."

"Jase?"

He snapped out of his horrifying daydream. "Oh... Oh yeah! Sure no problem! Where are you?"

"Some cheap motel... Um... 37 Parkview Avenue."

"Okay! I'll be right there!"

Jason hung up and quickly danced into his pants. He grabbed his keys and bolted towards the door, speeding past a still-nude and shocked David. The door slammed behind him and he dearly hoped it wasn't broken. Being the son of a deity and superhero came with supernatural strength and sometimes he forgot that.

A minute later, he was in his car - which was a hand-me-down from his dad - and zooming through the streets of Newroads. It occurred to him halfway that he had no idea where Parkview Avenue was and Brett had the GPS.

Goddamnit!

He briefly glanced at the perpetually overcast sky as he hit an intersection and waited for the lights to turn green. "Little help?"

A raven dropped down into the passenger seat right beside him and he was just about to swat it away when he noticed its blue eyes... blue eyes with pupils like eight-pointed stars.

That's creepy...

The raven cawed loudly. The lights had turned green and he jammed his foot on the accelerator. Whenever he had to make the turn, the raven would caw and lift its wing in the direction he was supposed to turn.

"Ever thought about a career as a travel agent?" Jason asked with a slightly laugh.

The raven stared at him accusingly.

"Right... Because you're sending me on a guilt trip now, aren't you?"

A caw was his reply followed by a flap of the raven's right wing.

He made a right turn.

"It's not my fault!" Jason exclaimed. "How was I supposed to know that David was bi or that he had the hots for me!? Can I help it if I'm attractive in a gruff, neurotic sort of way?"

Another caw, this time a left turn.

"What? Are you telling me that I turned him bi?"

Another caw and the raven nodded slightly.

"Okay, okay... So maybe it was my speech that made him accept himself but isn't that what you're all about? Aren't you always saying that 'reality is what you make of it'? I was just freeing him... or something."

Even to him the excuse sounded horrible lame.

The raven just cocked its head to the side.

"I know... I know..." Jason moaned, pulling over. They were in front of a motel. The motel. Brett was at the front counter paying for his night's stay. Even from where he was parked, Jason could make out the receptionist.

To Brett, she probably would've looked like some pretty, busty blonde. But to Jason, she was a woman with metallic skin, circuitry running through her entire body and electric yellow eyes. V10 the Valiant and No One of the Mind. Jason was probably the only person in existence capable of seeing the No Ones' true forms even when they adopted a physical form appropriate to the Reality they were currently operating in.

Brett waved at him and he waved back weakly.

"What do I do?" he whimpered, glancing back at the raven. "Do I confess? I don't want him to drive me off the road and then tell me we'll be together with a creepy grin on his face while we lie dying next to each other."

The raven just stared at him.

"Right... right, I regenerate and I suppose you won't let me die, right?"

A caw that Jason vaguely translated to 'damn straight'.

"So... If he does try to kill me, you'll keep me safe, right?"

The blue-eyed raven inclined its head to the side.

"You're right... I guess the better question would be, if he does try to kill me... will I actually let him?"

"Hey, Jase!"

Jason nearly jumped out of his seat as Brett leapt into the passenger's side, completely jumping over the door. It always surprised him how fast and flexible the Rottweiler could be despite being bigger than him in muscle. Brett's brown eyes turned to the raven and a grin split across his face.

"Who's your friend?"

"R3," Jason answered simply.

"Really? How's he sitting on the dashboard?"

"Huh?"

Brett gave him a quizzical look. "I thought you can see all No Ones in the true forms even if they're disguised?"

Wait a second...

... that's right.

So how is it that -

He glanced back at the raven but at that instant, it decided to spread its wings and fly away, letting out a series of caws that he was sure was laughter pointed at him.

Wait... so was that really R3 or am I just crazy...?

He could easily switch on or off his power but he was pretty sure it was on... He saw V10... So why didn't he see R3?

"Jase... You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I... I really don't know," Jason responded, starting the car and pulling away from the motel.

If that was R3... how did he manage to avoid my sight...?

... and if he wasn't... it must be some damn creepy coincidence that I was led here by that raven...

"Sorry Robin and I left you with David," Brett said, leaning back in his chair, arms stretched behind him. He hadn't taken a shower and his heady musk was wafting towards Jason despite the open air of his jet-black convertible with blue speed stripes. "Having to eat all that food by yourself... Aw man! I had to get takeaway! I hate takeaway!"

Brett did hate takeaway food with a vengeance. It was his one pet peeve... That and when restaurants sell sushi and sashimi but never onigiri - or rice balls. Jason had to make sure he didn't throw the meals back at the waitresses when they didn't provide onigiri.

"There's some left..." Jason replied, fighting to keep his voice at a normal level.

Should I tell him...?

"It's best to get it out of the way," Optimist assured him. "The worst that can happen is that he calls off the wedding. But I doubt he'll do that. He loves you Jason. You can work this out."

Pessimist snorted. "And what if they can't? What if this will be the one black stain on their relationship that will never go away? This is the one thing that'll keep coming up over and over again in ten years and will be the thing that'll lead them to a divorce."

Optimist growled, folding his arms securely. "You can't know that for certain! Besides, the longer he keeps it a secret, the more it'll hurt Brett when he tells him."

"Assuming he confesses." Pessimist stepped in front of Optimist. "Listen here, big wolf, you can keep this a secret for all your life. The only people who do know are yourself, David and the No Ones. Hell, with the No Ones backing you up, it'll be your word against David's. Who's Brett more likely to believe, you or that sleazy jaguar?"

"It's getting kinda chilly," Brett said, lowering his arms. "Mind if I pop the canopy?"

"Sure," Jason answered, eager to return to Pessimist's argument. It was a very compelling argument.

As the canopy began folding over them, Pessimist continued. "Sure Robin might hate you for a while for slandering her boyfriend but would you rather lose her or Brett?"

"He'd rather not lose either," Optimist snapped, pushing Pessimist aside. "Telling the truth has a chance that he'll get to keep both of them."

"There's also a chance he'll lose them both!"

Horndog popped his head in. "Or for awesome, rough, make-up sex! Haven't had that before!"

WHAM! BANG!

Getting a Flaming Frying Pan of Doom and a Flying Frozen Tuna of Death to the face wasn't pretty...

The canopy closed around them and Jason pulled up the windows to preserve heat.

"Look, Brett is a very understanding person," Optimist said, holding off Pessimist easily with one hand. "He's a psychology major. I'm sure he's gone through a few case studies where one person cheats with their partner. He must understand that one mistake can't break a marriage. If things look bad, you can always have a cool down period and, if you want, even encourage him to 'cheat' on you.

"That Dom character seemed nice."

Jason was suddenly aware that Brett was leaning over and sniffing him. "Uh... Brett...? You okay?"

Brett leaned back, frowning at him. "Why do you smell like David?"

...

Four massive bullets with the word, 'BUSTED' imprinted on the side shot towards him.

He had forgotten to take a shower and thus smelled of David.

Optimist went down.

"And where's your ring?"

He had left his ring back on his bedside table in his rush to get out of the house and away from David.

Pessimist got a bullet right between the eyes.

"Is that... Is that cum on your fur?"

Horndog got it in the heart.

And lastly... He just sucked at lying.

"I slept with David last night!" he cried, gritting his teeth and bracing for impact on the last and final bullet that he knew would either go straight into his brain or his heart.

"What!?" Brett exclaimed. "How - Why!?"

That translated to 'What were you thinking', 'How could you?' and 'Why would you do such a thing?'

"Does Robin know?"

Jason snapped back towards Brett... He looked genuinely worried.

"Um... No...?"

"Oh damn..." Brett murmured, sitting back and pursing his lips in his trademark look of worry. "... If she finds out, she'll explode... I seriously don't want her sniping you from some building, Jase. Can you imagine if she decided to take the shot at our wedding...?"

Jason slammed on the brakes, causing some of the cars behind them to come to a screeching halt and honk their horns.

"Are you telling me there's still going to be a wedding!?" he demanded.

"Of course," Brett answered, looking puzzled. "Why wouldn't there be?"

"I... I... I cheated on you, Brett..." he stammered.

Brett laughed brightly and hugged him. "Aw, Jase, I've been expecting this for a while now."

Huh...?

"Why do you think I invited Dom to try and room with us? Jason, you're a little bit of an adrenaline junkie."

"I am not!"

His Rottweiler gave him a critical look. "Oh yeah? Then why do you get off the most when we do it in public places? Why did you leap at the chance to get in bed with David?"

"I didn't leap!"

"Why didn't you stop?"

...

Ouch... That hurts...

"It's like this, Jase," Brett said softly, "you enjoy the thrill. You love the ride of being caught and the danger and risk of facing the consequences. Maybe it's some rebellious kink put into you for your months running with a gang or some superhero gene kicking in but you love it. I can see it in your eyes."

Jason was about to protest and explode but Brett gave him a sharp look, silencing him. To avoid that gaze, he quickly started the car before the guy behind them started beating down his door.

"You need an outlet for that, Jase." For a second, Brett narrowed his eyes then broke into a grin. "That's why, tonight, I'm taking you clubbing."

Jason nearly stomped on the brakes again. "Wh - What!? Why clubbing!?"

"It's the perfect place to give you that outlet!" Brett said, his grin broadening. "The music, the lights and the testosterone will be just what you need!" The Rottweiler reached over and grabbed his thigh tightly. "Look, I'm a little hurt that you cheated on me, Jase, but I understand exactly why you did it. You're that pup that's looking for something new and lapping it up no matter how much your common sense tells you that it's poisonous.

"You need an outlet that will satisfy that itch until you're ready to grow up and set aside that part of you that loves doing it in a public toilet, sticking your cock up your dad's ass and even getting a threesome with you, me and your dad." Brett winked. "Not that we'll stop doing those just... We need to stop them from just being about feeding that horny monster in you. It has to be about being with the people and not the act."

An image of a tombstone with 'R.I.P. Horndog' engraved on it popped into his head and he had to admit that it was a highly appealing concept. Optimist and Pessimist were grinning at that thought too.

"I... I guess I should be grateful that you're so understanding..." Jason murmured, giving Brett a sidewards glance. "To be honest, I expected you to explode or something..."

Brett threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, come on! You've got to give me more credit than that, Jase! Trust me, when I asked you to marry me, I knew what I was in for." The Rottweiler growled and leaned forward, gently nibbling on Jason's neck and sending pleasurable shivers down the latter's spine. "And trust me on this too, Jase..." Brett wrapped his arms around Jason's large torso, pulling them tight. "When I'm through with you, you'll be the perfect husband. It is the wife's job to mould you primitives into men after all."

That made him feel a lot better.

Especially the 'wife' comment.

Jason grinned but lost that grin almost immediately as they drove up to the apartment. "But what are we going to do about David? He's blackmailing me..."

"Not doing very good job," Brett sniggered, pulling away that grin on his face. "Leave that to me, Jase. But for tonight, wear something... skimpy."

Skimpy...?

The only thing Jason had that was skimpy was his underwear...

Brett doesn't want me to go out in my underwear, does he!?

"You're going to a gay club," Optimist said. "I think that's a given."

Wait! It's a gay club!?

"It's a gay club... Isn't it..." he stated.

Brett grinned at him. "Yep! I used to frequent it all the time back in the day! You'll like it!"

"Um... Not sure about that..."

The ironic thing was, despite having confessed, Jason felt even more apprehensive now than he did before. His fears began building, wondering if the club was actually some sort of test Brett was putting him through.

He's testing me...

He wants to see if I'm sincere in my apology!

Jason saw himself amidst countless gay guys, music everywhere, alcohol pumping through his veins and so many guys...

just...

so many...

guys...

I won't be able to hold myself!

The worst thing was, he couldn't back out now... If he did, he was basically calling off the wedding!

"Wait..." Pessimist began. "Are you sure you even want to marry him?"

What!? Of course I do!

"Are you sure you do? Or are you just marrying him because it's what you think Connor would want?"

What are you talking about!?

Optimist cut in. "What he means is are you marrying him for the right reasons? Do you want to be with Brett because you want to be with Brett or it's because that's what you think Connor would want?"

Jason growled softly but Brett wasn't listening. He had opened the window and stuck his head out, acting the typical dog and letting his tongue flap wildly in the air as they drove. Being on the highway to the airport, he was pretty safe.

Brett and I have been together for three years!

"Are you sure he's not just the rebound guy?" Horndog asked with a shrug. "The sex is nice and all but it's like you're jumping the bones of anyone that comes to you because you're really not committed to this relationship.

"It's like some part of you is trying to tell you that you're marrying Brett for all the wrong reasons."

You mean you?

Horndog grinned sheepishly. "Maybe..."

But was that true...?

Was he just jumping into this marriage because it's what his dead boyfriend would've wanted? Brett was great! Maybe even perfect! But... Was he ready for this? Seriously, how could jump straight into marriage when he was just starting college, his subconscious had split into three separate entities and he had just cheated on his fiancé!?

"I think the major factor here is the fact that you don't see yourself and Brett as equals," Optimist said. "You're fretting over who gets to be the 'wife' in the relationship, exemplified by your fear of being branded a 'girl' and you're always the one topping him.

"Not once have you ever let him take the dominant role."

"Hell! Your ass is still a virgin!" Pessimist cried.

It was true...

How could they be equal in marriage when he hadn't even let Brett in him...?

Brett had allowed him inside... but could he do the same...?

Physically and psychologically speaking, of course.

They were rapidly approaching the airport and Jason was relieved for the break of his mental self-torture.

Warren was not hard to miss.

The titanic, red-scaled stood just outside the airport doors, clutching nothing more than a large duffel bag. Pushing well past seven feet tall, Warren Bladebreaker was the epitome of an all-Alderonian Marine. Bursting with muscle even beneath the thick, armour-like ruby scales, blonde mane, shimmering blue eyes and big, easy grin.

And he loved being patriotic, football and - for some reason Jason could never fathom - raspberry pies.

Blueberries were much better than raspberries.

"Hey! Warren!" Jason exclaimed, waving towards his friend.

Warren first looked surprised. Then a big grin crossed his face and the tall, winged dragon began thumping the walkway with his thick, muscular tail, a sure sign he was excited.

"Yo! Jason!" the dragon replied as Jason drove up next to him. "Sweet ride! Where'd you get it?"

"My dad," Jason answered, popping open the hood. "Oh and this is my -" He froze.

Did he have the right to call Brett his 'fiancé' after he just cheated on him? Not to mention he didn't have his ring...

"His roommate!" Brett chimed in, a grin to match Warren's on his face.

Oh god...

He knew Brett was very understanding but there had to be a limit... right?

One of these days, he was going to just snap!

Again... that image of Brett grinning down at him as they lay dying on the side of the road...

Who would make a better psychopath than a psychologist?

"Jason?" Warren asked.

He shook his head and glanced over to his shoulder were Warren as already buckled up in the rear seats.

"Oh! Right... Um... Just a second."

Shakily, he drove them away from the airport and back into Newroads itself. Brett and Warren were exchanging stories, mostly about either Brett's time in college versus Warrens lack of time in college.

The big dragon had never gone past middle school since he followed in his father's footsteps and headed straight into the military academy in place of a high school education. It was there that he received a high-school-level education but one that was more angled towards military practices. Last Jason heard, Warren had been promoted to Sergeant and there were rumours - relayed from Warren of course - that the dragon might just make it to lieutenant and get his own squad pretty soon.

"So you two met in high school, huh?" Warren asked, grinning cheerily.

"Yep," Brett answered with a grin.

Oh no... He's going to tell Warren how we met while I screwed him in the showers!

Stop them! Quick!

"Jase was failing gym and Coach Townes offered to let him pass if he had a suitable workout record. I ended up being his workout partner for most of that time."

Jason mentally sighed.

Warren reached over and grabbed Jason's bicep, testing it. "Whoa... Nice job there, Jason! You really bulked up!"

Yeah... That's because I'm also a superhero and the son of a deity that controls the body of all mortals...

... and said deity has a muscle growth fetish...

...

"Not that you mind," Horndog said.

Jason swallowed loudly and subtly shuffled his legs to avoid Brett or Warren seeing his building erection.

"With all the exercise we've been doing through, it'd be surprised if he didn't bulk up a little," Brett said, a little smirk on his face. "He gets to exercise every muscle."

Oh no...

Optimist looked like he had been deflated. "He wouldn't..."

"He would..." Pessimist groaned.

"What kind of exercises do you guys do?"

"Mostly lateral exercise. Lower body stuff."

Gah!

"Crash! Crash damnit!" Pessimist cried. "It's better than this!"

"Really?" Warren's eyebrows were raised. "Do you yoga or something? I hear that you need to be flexible as well as strong down there or you won't be able to perform at your best."

GAH!

"Jason's very flexible," Brett answered, grinning broadly.

Crashing was starting to sound like a very good idea...

Warren mirrored that grin innocently and flexed a bicep, a bulge bigger than anything Jason or Brett could muster appearing on his arm. "What about your upper body? You gotta be able to pump those guns as well as show off those thighs, right?"

"He loves pumping."

Jason stomped on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt.

"Oh look!" he cried. "We're at Jen's place!"

The door to the tall, red-bricked townhouse flung open and Jennifer Rose came speeding out, arms wide and a shining smile on her face. Her short, coppery hair bounced like a red-gold halo around her head. Her eyes glistened and it seemed like the normal overcast gloom that caught Newroads in its perpetual grip just peeled away the instant she broke that smile.

It always amazed Jason how happy she could be despite the fact she wasn't what most people would call 'supermodel material'. Jen was a little on a portly size but she was tall - about 6'5''. The hourglass figure that Robin could pull off so well was replaced with a more pear-shaped figure. Her was round welcoming and clean, always smiling.

It was her face that Jason came home to every day during middle school and early high school.

Jen was also the one who had sparked Jason's interest in cooking.

"Hey-hey!" Warren laughed, stepping out of the convertible, arms wide. "If it's isn't Jenny! Come on! Give me a hug!"

"Hello, Warren," Jen replied, giggling as they two embraced. She pulled away and grinned up at Jason. "Hey there, stranger! It's been a while!"

That grin was infectious. It was hard to be sad around Jen.

"I've been busy," Jason replied, taking his turn to hug Jen. He stepped aside and gestured at Brett. "This is Brett."

"I'm Jason's roomy," Brett responded, shaking her hand.

"You big boys always ten to congregate around one another," Jen sighed, rolling her eyes. "Well, come on! I've made some scones!"

Wait a second...

Neither Jen nor Warren knew about his relationship with Brett... and now, they were all going to sit down for some conversation with scones. Remember the last time he had a sexual partner sit down to a meal with strangers, Jason let out a small 'eep'.

"That sounds nice but -"

"We'd love to, right, Jase?" Brett said, grinning broadly and innocently. "I mean, we haven't had breakfast yet, right?"

No!

Please god no!

R3! S-Zero! Anyone help!

No reply as Jason was dragged into Jen's home. He didn't want to think of what his two closest friends would say if Brett stroked him off and he ended up adding his own special 'jam' onto the scones. The horrible thing was, that thought was terribly arousing and there was a part of him - Horndog - that wanted it to happen.

"You'd think just one part of your subconscious would be significantly weaker when it's outnumbered, huh?" Horndog said, holding up his Dildo-Chain Gun. Behind him, Optimist and Pessimist were lying on top of one another... buried in a pile of rubber phalluses.

Entering Jen's home was like getting a fresh wave of déjà vu. Jason had stepped through that white door so many times before that it felt more like visiting a childhood memory than entering a friend's house. He remembered Jen's parents taking him in after the orphanage and living in the same red-bricked walls for so long.

It had hurt to leave it in favour of a father he barely knew...

... but he was glad that happened.

"Where are your parents now?" Warren asked as they all sat down around a small dining table. Jen set a fresh plate of scones in front of them. She set down some strawberry jam and butter as well.

"Off caravanning somewhere," she answered with a shrug and taking a seat beside the big soldier.

"They've been on that trip for ages!"

"A perpetual holiday," Jen said, picking up a scone and spreading some butter over it. "They deserve it."

Jen's parents had their kids while they were in their mid thirties. With Jen's older brother now in his late twenties, both parents were well retired and on their way to enjoy the rest of their life together. They were travelling the world with their savings. Occasionally they would do a bit of work to help support themselves but then they'd just move on to the next city to take in the sights.

With Jen and her brother, Kyle, were self-sufficient and didn't need their parents looking after them anymore.

The entire house was actually under Kyle's name.

"It's awesome that they get to live their golden years," Warren chuckled. "What about your brother? Where is he -?"

WHAM!

All four of them turned around towards the stairs as Kyle Rose came down.

Jason was a little shocked but more intimidated at the image before him. He remembered Kyle as being a supportive, kind, gentle man with a big, easy grin to match his lightly freckled face and his coppery hair. A perfect image of a white-collar man who looked astounding in a suit and was fun to be around.

The man before him was not that person.

A rugged, slightly unkempt man with heavy bags under his green eyes that - while the same colour as Jen's - didn't share the same gloom-splitting radiance Jen's eyes possessed. His lower lip was pierced by a silver ring and his ear looked like the spine of a binder book. A rough, beard hung around his face and that smile was gone, replaced by a dark scowl. An all-black, leather attire was wrapped around his shoulders with the occasional break for a skull or flaming skull. Silver spikes and chains littered his attire and he looked like he had lost a lot of weight. What had once been a short, clean, business-like styled hair was now a long, barely stable ponytail.

"Whoa... Talk about the other side of the coin..." Pessimist muttered.

"Maybe he has an evil twin?" Optimist suggested with a shrug. "It's surprisingly common these days. More so since supers are now out and about publicly."

"Oooh!"Horndog squealed. "Leather-Play!"

Jason ignored Horndog and smiled faintly towards Kyle. "Uh... Hey Kyle..."

"Jason," Jen's big brother replied. "I'm taking the car, Jen."

"We don't have a car, Kyle..." Jen whispered softly.

Jason spun around to regard Jen in surprise. He remembered they did have a car. It was a big, lime-green minivan. Its colouring came from an unfortunately incident when Jason, Jen and Warren had accidentally thrown lime-green paint onto the formerly silver van. Kyle thought it'd be fun to paint the whole thing in lime-green and they spent the afternoon covering the vehicle - and each other - in green paint. It was a pain getting the paint out of his fur but he remembered that car fondly...

"We don't?" Kyle asked, utterly surprised. "I could've sworn..."

"You sold it, remember?" Jen responded, her bright demeanour dimming slightly. "To pay the rent."

Jason sat up, his ears perked.

They're having trouble paying the rent!?

"Right... right..." Kyle muttered, avoiding her gaze. "I'm gonna head downtown..."

"Sure, Kyle..."

The air was thick with discontent and Jason felt the sudden urge to leave with Kyle and be halfway across the world.

Once the front door shut, Jason tried hard not to look back towards Jen but he couldn't help it. The only person capable of avoiding the overwhelming pull of staring at her was Brett and even he just found fascination in his shoes all of the sudden.

"Sorry you had to see that..." Jen whispered softly. She brightened immediately and it shattered Jason's image of the perfect family that the Roses had held for so longer. Just seeing her put up that mask so quickly told him so much...

She's been lying all along...

... She's so good at hiding it that her emotions her disguise was completely flawless...

"Is everything alright over here Jen?" Warren asked softly.

Just like Jason, Warren had fond childhood memories of this house and this family. Kyle had been the big brother they never had and was always looking out for them, always willing to drive them wherever they wanted and was the prime influence in getting Jason out of a gang of delinquents.

"Of course!" Jen answered, still as frighteningly cheery as before. "Kyle is just going through a mid-life crisis. That's all! He thinks running around looking like that will make him look tough and earn more respect! He'll get over it!"

Cue the psychoanalysis by Brett...

Brett reached over and patted Jen's hand gently. "Jennifer, I may not know you that well - heck, this is the first time I've met you - but I can clearly see you're in denial. I think everyone can. What's happened?"

"Oh, don't be silly!" Jen laughed, waving him away.

"Oh yeah? Is that scone buttered enough?"

It had never occurred to Jason that Jen had been buttering her scone the entire time. It was now basically butter with a scone centre.

Jen immediately dropped the scone and stared at Brett before glancing back at Jason. That cheery facade fell and she seemed so... ashamed.

"I... I really shouldn't say..." she whispered softly. "I don't want to burden you..."

"Burden us?" Optimist asked incredulously. "She must be joking! We're worried about her! How is that not burdening us!?"

"Jen, we're your friends," Warren said, reaching out and wrapping a big, muscled arm around her. "You can tell us anything."

"There must be some way to get her to talk..." Pessimist muttered. "Maybe mention how much Kyle has changed?"

Shaking her head, Jen said, "I'm sorry, Warren... I just can't tell you..."

"I have an idea..." Horndog said with a grin.

And, like most other times, Jason listened to Horndog.

Without warning, he spun towards Brett, grabbed his fiancé around the shoulders and planted his lips squarely against Brett's in a smoking-hot, eye-goggle, heart-racing, toe-curling kiss. He did everything. Ran his tongue over Brett's teeth, groped the Rottweiler, slid his paw up Brett's shirt against those abs...

Everything short of undressing and pounding Brett's ass.

Optimist and Pessimist just stood there, mirroring the jaw-dropped, shocked looks on both Jen and Warren.

After about a minute, Jason let Brett go, allowing the Rottweiler to drop to the ground in a daze.

"I'm gay," he announced shamelessly, wiping his lips slightly. "And Brett is my fiancé. He proposed to me about two months ago and I said 'yes'." Then he leaned forward, regarding Jen squarely in the eye. "So that's my secret. What's yours?"

"Got to give him props..." Optimist whimpered. "He's getting more daring..."

"Or more horny..." Pessimist added as Horndog cackled a little ways off.

"R - Really...?" Jen stammered, her eyes wide. "You - You're engaged? Why didn't you tell us!?"

"I'm telling you now," Jason responded, surprised by how calm he was. "Besides, things were a little crazy after Descent. Now, what's going on here, Jen? What's up with Kyle?"

Warren smirked and pulled away from Jen. "That's dirty, Jason. Confessing your darkest secret to get her to spill hers."

Jason just grinned slightly and stared at Jen expectantly.

All of them did.

Except for Brett who was still on the floor, dazed and with an erect cock pressing against his pants.

"My brother..." Jen began softly. "He's involved with the mob..."

"What!?" Jason exclaimed, almost leaping out of his chair. "But Kyle was always such a good guy! How can he stoop so low!?"

"He lost his job," Jen answered, her cheery demeanour long gone. "Had to make a deal with the mob... Do some stuff for them and they pay for the rent. He didn't like it... Most of it was just covering up their expenses and finding loopholes in the tax system. But sometimes, they got him doing some dirty work... And being in that business... You get into some dark things..."

"Drugs," Warren grunted, arms folding across his chest, making his muscles bulge.

Jen nodded grimly. "He's become an addict. He comes home late at night, tipsy and completely out of it... He sometimes doesn't know where he is and it's a miracle he comes home at all! He hasn't been arrested but it's only a matter of time..."

"Y - You should t - tell someone," Brett stuttered, pushing himself back into his seat. There was still a slight glazed-over look in his eyes. "Put him in rehab..."

"That's just it," she replied. "I can't or the banks get the house! The mob is barely paying off the rent and if stops, we'll get evicted!"

Jason felt his blood boil. Not only was he disappointed that Kyle had sunk to such a low level but that the mob was keeping Jen in a fierce stranglehold! "That's extortion!" he roared. "We should go to the police!"

"Jason, there's nothing the police can do," Warren muttered, shaking his head sadly. "Any evidence of extortion won't exist and if we put up evidence that Kyle is into drugs that the mob provides, they'll all be pointed back to Kyle instead. The mob will get off free and Kyle goes to prison."

"That's not fair!"

"There's nothing we can do..." Jen murmured softly. "I just have to keep studying... With any luck, I can get out of here before the mob sucks me in too..."

"Come stay with us!" Jason suggested. "We'll kick Robin out!"

"Jason!" Brett protested.

Jen shook her head sadly. "I... I can't, Jason. Thanks for the offer, but I can't. I have to see if I can set my brother straight... I still have to hope..."

"Don't worry, Jen," Warren said, reaching out to her and patting her hand. "I'm still here too. I'll help Kyle as much as I can."

She smiled in return, gazing at each one of them.

"Thank you... All of you... I'm just glad to have friends like you."

Jason resolved to ask the No Ones to find some way to help Jen out. As people subjected to the law of Newroads, he and his friends were incapable of touching the mob. But the No Ones were far outside the reach of any laws the court could set down. Hell, they could easily cure Kyle of his addiction and be rid of the mob with frightening ease!

Yeah... That's what I'll do!

Then, Jen broke into a grin, bringing back her cheery demeanour but her eyes were solely locked on Jason.

"So... You're gay, huh?"

*****

Jason had sincerely hoped that the events at Jen's house had caused Brett to forget all about his plans to go to the club. He had been very subtle about that hope as well! As the hours ticked by, he just played it cool, trying to be nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

But, Brett remembered.

And when they stepped up to Club Sea4, Jason was just dreading stepping through those doors.

Judging by the crowd waiting out in the line, he guessed the reason Brett used to frequent this club was because it was a total meat-market. It was buff-guys galore! Everyone was either tones, muscled or heavily¬-muscled. More than once, Jason wondered if there were a few superheroes in the ranks of the crowd.

He had to stop himself from drooling.

There was just something about the constant, throbbing base beyond the black walls of the club that send his heart racing. Knowing it was a gay male's club, he couldn't help but imagine hot, muscular males pounding each other or sucking off one another to the beat of that music. It was both disturbing and arousing.

"I see you approve," Brett chuckled, completely circumventing the crowd and dragging Jason behind him.

"W - Wait!" Jason exclaimed. "Don't we have to wait in line!"

"Not for me," Brett answered, coming to stand in front of the titanic giraffe that stood at over eight feet tall and looked quite capable of crushing anyone easily with his bare hands. "Hey there, Trent!"

The giraffe broke into a brilliant grin, ignoring the other patrons. "Brett! Long time no see! This your new beau?"

"Your new what?" Jason asked softly but Brett ignored him.

"Yep!" the Rottweiler replied with a big, easy grin. "Full tonight?"

"Pretty much." The giraffe stepped aside and opened the door. "Go right in, you two!"

Grinning, Brett said, "Thanks Trent!" and strode proudly through the door with Jason in tow.

What the...?

Was he a regular here?

So much so that he can get in ahead of other guys?

Jason's thoughts were completely washed away in a wave of sweat, manly musk and testosterone. The instant he stepped through the door, huge, muscular guys were rubbing against him, running their paws shamelessly over his abs and biceps, grinding themselves against his thighs and one was even trying to lick him!

"Holy -!" he cried, scrambling after Brett who was quickly making his way to the stage. "Brett! Wait up!"

The entire club looked like it was taken out of a sci-fi movie. The floors were made of glass with multi-coloured lights flashing beneath it all. Large, reflective pieces of glass shot out of the ground, mirroring countless faces of the club around them. A bar sat near the entrance where the bartender - a human with nothing but an apron on - was spinning bottles expertly and juggling limes at the same time. There were a few large daises scattered around the massive dance floor were large groups of people wrapped around each other in shameless acts of male-on-male affection.

Nothing overly explicit but it was certainly getting there.

"Brett! Wait!" Jason cried, storming through the crowd.

The problem with being in a club full of hot, muscular men was that it was impossible to use his bulk to push through since everyone was just as big as him - if not bigger. Worse, the more he pushed, the more he rubbed against hot, sweaty, hard muscle.

And it was giving Horndog power.

"Aw! Come on! That panther looks hot! Ooh! Doesn't that tiger remind you of Connor? Check it out! That wolf looks just like your dad! Rowr! That horse over there looks steaming!"

A stage was built opposite to the entrance. Vaguely semicircular in shape, the stage had several poles jutting from it, rising to meet the high ceiling. Six half-naked men were on the stage already but most of them ignored the poles. One or two were slipping around them but the rest were rubbing one another and slowly stripping each other of their clothing.

"Okay all you perverts and horndogs!" a loud voice boomed from the speakers, the thumping of the music fading. "We've got a special surprise for you! For the first time in over a year, Club Sea4 is proud to present its greatest ensemble of horny, hot men!

"Please shoot your loads for..."

There was a drum roll.

"The Seven Deadly Sins! Give it up for Wrath!"

Jason stopped his pursuit of Brett and gawked as a titanic bull roared and stomped to the front of the stage. He was clearly the biggest guy amongst the group muscle-wise. The monster was just a brick wall in fur... and leather... and with a huge package.

Oh god...

"Oh GOD!" Horndog cried in glee. "Come on! Get up on stage! Ride that bull!"

"Sloth!"

A tall, athletic human with luscious, blonde hair almost as long as he was sauntered up to the edge of the stage. He was completely nude, a seven-inch cock - flaccid - waving between his defined legs. The man - Sloth - yanked the guy standing closest to the stage and pushed the eager Labrador to his knees. Sloth let the dog do all the work, letting the Labrador lick his cock all over.

"Gluttony!"

A big bear rumbled up to the front of the stage, literally shoving Sloth aside with his big gut. Thick patches of black fur covered his chest, running over a his otherwise coarse, brown fur. The bear grinned, showing sharp teeth and threw aside the shorts he wore. The crowd went wild, howling and growling as they fought for the piece of clothing.

It landed in Jason's hands.

"Holy crap!" he cried tossing the huge piece that was nearly as big as his arm away.

Gluttony's enormous cock hung out at full mast, dripping with pre-cum. Countless men in the audience were scrambling to lap up the salty brew.

"Greed!"

A big, tawny lion stepped up. Surrounding him were about twenty other muscular men of different species and race. All of them were worshiping his godlike body. They were running their tongues over his body, suckling his nipples and shameless rubbing their faces all over his cock. He strutted up to the edge of the stage and grinned hungrily at one individual. The malamute jumped at the chance and eagerly put on the collar, joining Greed's harem.

"Pride!"

Oh god... What? Does he have a huge cock...?

"Are you complaining?" Horndog asked slyly.

Where the hell are the other two?

"Hey! They're gay too! You think a place like this is going to keep from their instincts?"

Jason glanced briefly over his shoulder and saw Optimist riding Pessimist. He glanced away, feeling his erection painfully press against his shorts.

Pride swaggered up to the stage, a slim, athletic stag that -

Oh My God!

That's Dominic!

Dominic rubbed himself against one of the poles, his thirteen-pronged antlers - fourteen if the 'lower horn' was counted - clearly his pride. Jason wanted to avert his gaze because this was a man he sort of knew and here he was staring at the said man's cock!

But he couldn't resist...

Dominic's pole dancing was mesmerising...

... and Jason wasn't thinking about the metal pole either.

"Lust!"

An effeminate fox with a long, fluffy tail danced up to the edge of the stage, spinning and twirling with that tail flailing around like a banner. He spun right to the edge and pulled up another human. Lightning fast, Lust wrapped them both in that tail, hiding them from view as they undoubtedly locked lips. Two seconds later, Lust pulled away, spinning towards a pole and twisting his supple, strong body around it and leaving the man utterly stunned but wanting more.

"And their long-lost brother... ENVY!"

Oh god... what now?

Jason ran through countless possibilities.

A guy with a domination fetish?

Maybe a guy with a really small dick that was envious of everyone?

Or maybe the only girl in the party?

His heart plummeted when Envy stepped up to the stage.

...

"BRETT!?"

Brett Sykes, his fiancé, jumped onto the stage, tore of his shirt in a monstrous show of power and let out a titanic roar. The crowd ate it all up, shouting 'Envy!' over and over again. Brett flexed for them and rubbed his ass shamelessly against Pride's cock. The big Rottweiler raised his arms behind his head and thrust his hips towards the crowd in accordance with the beat.

Jason stared...

... and ran.

He bolted straight for the toilets, shutting the door behind him and diving into the nearest stall.

Hyperventilating, he sat on the toilet seat and let out a small 'eep' when he saw the 'condom dispenser' to his right. There was an odd hole right to that dispenser and he winced thinking that it was some peephole for voyeurs to peek through while someone was doing their business.

I can't take this... Jason thought bitterly. Was this some sort of revenge act for me cheating on him?

I get to find out that not only did he frequent gay bars... but gay strip clubs and he was one of the lead strippers!?

The door to the toilets swung open with a loud bang.

"Jason?"

He made the mistake of whimpering.

Brett's shadow crossed the stall door and he pushed it open.

Damnit! I should've remembered to lock it!

Brett looked worried.

"Are you alright?"

"Do I look alright!?" Jason growled, rising to his feet. "You're a stripper!?"

Brett winced. "Erm... No..."

"Then how do you explain all that!?"

"I believe the word is 'porn star'."

Normally, Jason knew his brain would overload at that moment... But he just felt so betrayed... so... humiliated.

"So what? You sold yourself for sex?"

"No," Brett responded, grinning sheepishly and glancing away. He shut the stall door behind them, locking it. "I sold myself to make movies of my having sex. I can get you an autographed one if you want."

"Oooh!" Horndog squealed. "That'll be an awesome addition to Movie Night!"

Funny thing was... Jason was really aroused by the thought of marrying a porn star...

"No!" Jason snapped turning away from Brett to face the wall. "I can't believe I never knew this about you..."

Brett sighed heavily and Jason opted not to look at him.

Which was a big mistake.

Because the Rottweiler snuck up behind Jason and wrapped his arms around Jason's torso.

"Look... I'll admit that I was pretty extreme about this... I should've just told you instead of showed you... But come on, Jason... You had sex with another man while we were engaged! I had no intention of hurting you... I just wanted you to know that I'm not perfect either."

"How is this not perfect!?" Jason shouted, moaning softly as Brett kissed his neck. "I'm marrying a porn star... Damn... Okay... I may have overreacted but just... Just thinking of you having sex with someone else, people seeing you like I see you makes me a little..."

"Envious?" Brett chuckled, reaching down and slowly pulling off Jason's shorts.

Jason chuckled and helped Brett undress him. "Yeah..." His thick, nine-inch cock bobbed in the air, fully out of his sheath.

"Now you know how I felt when you told me you slept with Dave... Though I don't blame you. I didn't much like Dave the first time I saw him but he is hot."

"Yeah..." Jason's mind was just fogged over.

He was marrying a porn star!

I am so going to get all of Brett's movies!

"We gotta start being a lot more honest with each other, okay Jase?" Brett murmured, rubbing Jason's abs. "I appreciate that you came out and told me straight away about what happened but I know there's still a lot in your mind that you're keeping from me. I still want to be part of that... And I guess we can't do that while we've still got a lot about ourselves we're keeping from one another..."

"Yeah..." Jason whispered, he grinned a little evilly. "So... What's this thing for?" he asked, pointing at the hole.

"That's a glory hole, Jase," Brett chuckled. "You stick your cock through it and the guy on the other side sucks you off. It's mean to be anonymous."

Winking at the Rottweiler, he levelled his cock into the hole and stuck hit through. "Well, whatcha waiting for 'Envy'?"

His fiancé grinned in return and scrambled to the other stall. Almost instantly, he felt warm lips wrap around his cock and suck him further into the hole. He let out a gasp as a slick, wet tongue danced over every inch of his sensitive member, tracing the thick veins there and even prodding his cumslit.

"Whoa... Damn Brett... that was fast..."

"Uh... I'm not doing that, Jase."

Jason yelped as whoever was blowing him off grabbed his cock and pulled him closer and deeper into the awaiting mouth.

Oh god!

Some stranger is sucking me off!

"Brett! Help!"

Brett poked his head back into the stall, grinning. "Alright."

Jason expected his fiancé to barge into the other stall and roar 'Stop sucking off my fiancé' but instead, Brett just came back into the stall and climbed onto the toilet.

Oh... The other guy must've locked the door...

Brett is just going to climb over and -

... and suspend himself right in front of Jason by pressing his long, muscular legs against the walls of the stall...?

Jason blinked when he found Brett's impressive nine-inch full-erect cock bobbing in front of his face. The Rottweiler was splayed across the stall, back pressed up against the wall and his legs spread out like he was doing the splits. His strength and balance kept him from falling... that and the fact that his balls were resting right in top of Jason's nose.

"U - Uh... B - Brett...?" Jason stammered.

"Aw, come on, babe," Brett responded, grinning. "Think about it. This is really hot."

No! Don't!

But he did.

Here he was, in the toilets of a gay club, someone was sucking him off on the other side of a glory hole and his fiancé was balancing precariously in front of him, pants down and with that awesome cock hovering right in front of his face.

He didn't need to think twice.

Jason wrapped his arms around Brett's huge, muscular thighs and gobbled up the Rottweiler's balls, running his tongue over those musky, delicious, furry orbs and loving their texture. Brett moaned, thrusting his hips as Jason navigated around those balls and running his tongue over to the pre-cum covered hot, dog rod that was bouncing against his muzzle.

All inhibitions went flying out the window as he wantonly thrust into the glory hole. He heard the guy on the other side gag. He grinned evilly but that quickly dissolved into a moan as the unknown assailant resumed his assault on Jason's cock. Jason let out a gasp as the guy pushed a thick, pointed tongue into his cumslit, sending shudders that ran all the way over his body.

Jason forced himself to focus, massaging Brett's thighs. He ran his tongue up and down Brett's cock, relishing the salty taste. Tilting his head to the side, Jason wrapped his tongue completely around that thick, throbbing, dog meat and slid his tastebuds up and down that vein-covered member.

"O - oh damn..." Brett moaned, shudders wracking his body. He fought to keep his balance but Jason could sense that his mate's knees were weakening.

Jason wrapped Brett's thighs in his arms, completely holding up the Rottweiler's weight. Brett's knees gave out and Jason grunted as he held up his fiancé while still giving him head. He moaned, taking in Brett's heavenly musk.

The guy on the other stall began batting Jason's cock with his tongue, pulling it this way and that, pushing Jason closer and closer to his limit. The sound of wet slapping filled his ears and he knew the guy was pawing off.

"J - J - Jase..." Brett moaned. "I... I gotta..."

Jason felt Brett's knot form and he pulled away from a moment before showering it with kisses. His Rottweiler was moaning wildly, throwing his head back in joy and ecstasy.

Jason just grinned. His thrusts into the glory hole were getting faster and he felt his own knot start to form. Part of him wanted to see what would happen if he ploughed his knot right through that hole and tied with it but he guessed that wouldn't be very smart.

Brett threw his head back and gave a cry of pure bliss. Stream after stream of stick, hot, white cum sprayed out of his massive cock, his balls jumping with every spasm. Jason grinned but quickly gasped as the guy on the other side did something unexpected.

He felt his cock get shoved down a thick, pulsing throat and that same throat squeeze around his cock. Added to the intense sucking Jason just lost it.

He threw his own head back and howled, his orgasm forcing him to weaken his grip on Brett and for the Rottweiler to drop down. Jason quickly pressed himself against his fiancé before Brett hit the ground, catching his mate in a hot, loving kiss. Brett's thick cum seeped into his fur, gluing them to one another as the guy in the other stall drank Jason's cum greedily.

Jason squeezed the last drops of cum from Brett's sack as he was emptied by the other man.

Gently, he pulled away from Brett, smiling warmly.

"Brett... I love you."

Brett leaned over and kissed him one more, their tongues twisting around each other. When he pulled away, he said, "I love you too, Jason."

Chuckling, Jason said, "Hey... We better go thank the other guy, huh?"

"By the sounds of it, he should be thanking you for the meal."

Jason felt the man lick the last bits of cum from his cock and pull away. He too turned away from the glory hole and pulled his pants back up, Brett's arms wrapped around him the entire time.

They stepped out of the stall at the same time their new friend did.

Jason's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

His brain overloaded and only single words managed to squeeze through his consciousness.

Dragon.

Red.

Big.

Muscled.

...

And the last word came tumbling out of his lips.

"Warren!?"