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Passion. It had been a rundown warehouse in the downtown district among all the gay bars and such, but Sebastian discovered it and renovated it. He made it into the successful business it is now. It had been renovated into a two floored club. The ground floor consisted of a dance floor, with DJ and bar. The second floor was smaller, set into one corner of the warehouse. This was where Sebastian had set up his base of operations, his office. The sign that he had had hung over the main doors made it look like someone had scrawled the name "Passion" in scripture, done in bright-pink neon. There was a billboard down one side of the door depicting the various events that Passion accommodated for. I paid the cab driver and clambered out, bag swung over one shoulder. I lived with Sebastian at his home on the boundaries of town along with a handful of others he'd taken in over the years, but rarely stayed there due to business. I crossed the street and smiled up at the familiar bouncer shark, Bruce. He grinned back and held the door open as I slipped passed.

"Thanks, Bruce," I called back.

"No problem, Sam," he said.

I descended down some steps and soon found a blackened door. I heard the distant thrum of music. It was half five in the afternoon. There wouldn't be patrons here for a couple more hours yet? I pushed open the door and was amazed at what I saw. I had completely forgotten that Sebastian was hosting an erotic-circus troupe called Spasm. I know, I know. Odd name, but it was their business, and they were excellent. At the moment there were five long strands of thick silk suspended from the ceiling, and there were muscular but slender male tigers rolling down them like they were falling, and then with a movement of their wrists, they'd stop and readjust their positioning. There was a female tigress standing at ground level, looking up and timing them with a stop watch and writing down times with a clipboard. She smiled over at me and then focused on her dancers. Sebastian had taken me to see Spasm when they were on tour in town a long time ago. They'd been amazing.

I crossed the room and found the staircase leading up to the office where Sebastian would be. I was about halfway up the staircase when someone shouted me.

I turned and found Bruce climbing the first few steps.

"Something wrong, Bruce?" I asked.

"Yeah. Sebastian's in there with her," he replied with a frown. Bruce stood at six foot three, he was broad shouldered, slender-waisted and packing some serious muscle under the fitted black tee with "Passion" scrawled across it and his name printed on the back. He wore black denim jeans and black boots. The bouncers always wore black, whatever club they were in. I knew for a fact that Sebastian rotated his bouncers too so there was always a fresh face on the door, no matter what club you visited. Someone must have turned up and relieved Bruce of his duties. He smiled at me with dark blue, almost black eyes.

"You mean Italiania?" I replied.

He nodded.

Italiana was Sebastian's new lover. She looked nice enough, tall, sleak, slender, curved around the hips and bosom where it mattered. She had legs to die for and long auburn hair that cascaded down her back. It was a shame that she was a bit of a homophobe though. Sebastian put it down to her being naíve, but like me and Bruce, we knew the thick-blonde routine was an act so that she could say outrageous, offensive things without being blamed for them. I sighed and padded back down the steps. "How long has she been here?" I asked.

"Around half an hour. She said she was dropping in to ask what Sebastian wanted for dinner," Bruce gave me a grin that said he didn't believe it.

"Yeah right, since when has she been the domestic type?" I grinned back. "You headed home?" I added.

He nodded.

"Fancy a drink before you go?"

Bruce grinned and replied, "Now, Now, Fabian! You do realise I'm a hetero?"

"Now, now, Bruce, you do realise that's just a phase in your life?" I grinned back.

"The wife doesn't seem to think so."

"I had a girlfriend once. She was nice enough, and the sex was cool too, but sometimes other walks of life are just better," I smirked, I added, "One drink and then you can go. They should be finished by then."

Bruce sighed and smiled at the same time. He walked after me and soon we were sat at the bar. Bruce was a great-white by species, the long slick nose, fins and thick tail that swung behind him. His skin always looked like he had just jumped out of the swimming pool too. Eternally wet and sleak. He decided to drink coca cola since he was driving. I had a JD and coke. I didn't drive, and hopefully Sebastian's would have work for me too. The barman was a hyena called Keep. It was a nickname, but he'd never revealed what his real name was. Why? I had no idea. Then again, when out hustling I worked under a different name, so I never poked fun at it. He was leaning across the bar on his elbow as he watched the dancers perform. He had dark brown fur, light brown markings here and there, long head fur that he'd fashioned into a spiked almost-black mohawk. He had a pierced bottom lip and grinned whenever your eyes met his pale brown ones.

"How long has Sebastian been with Italiana now?" Bruce asked with a curious smile.

"Almost six months now. She and he met in one of his clubs. She auditioned to be one of the burlesque dancers at Illusion," Keep explained while he still watched the dancers. Illusion was the name of one of the other clubs that Sebastian owned and ran.

I grinned and asked, "See something you like, Keep?"

He smirked back and gave me a one-fingered salute. "More like something that's unreachable. Have you seen the white tiger? Nice abs," he added.

"The dancers might look gay, Keep, but trust me, most dancers nowadays are as straight as they come," I replied.

"Not Spasm. Its infamous for having a whole-gay-man troupe," Keep smirked back.

"So then why are they unreachable? Your in. Your not as bad looking as you think, Keep."

"Thanks," he bowed his head with a grin, "But Gods like that need real men, not twats like me."

"Awww now c'mon, Keep. Don't beat yourself down before you've even tried," Bruce added. The shark turned those almost-black eyes on me and asked, "So how was college today?"

I shrugged. "The normal, handed in my term paper for History 101, and then had a run in with some gang-bangers after swim practice," I explained in a casual tone.

Bruce frowned and Keep took his attention from the dancers. Bruce asked, "Were you hurt?"

"Nah, nothing serious. Two panthers just wanted a freebie," I replied.

"And did they get their freebie?" Keep asked.

I shook my head. "Nah, I was saved by a rather beautiful white lion," I added.

Bruce grinned and Keep said, "Knight in white armour, eh?"

I blushed and couldn't stop myself. Keep and Bruce sniggered between the two of them.

"Looks like your having fun," a cool, rich voice said from behind me. I turned and found Sebastian standing behind me.

Sebastian stood at six foot two, he was toned and slender. He ran for excercise, and from what I'd guessed he also had a rather active relationship with Italiana. He grinned down at me with that chesire-cat grin of his. Sebastian was a leopard, the gentle beige of his chest fur, to the bright yellow-blonde of his outer fur. Brown markings graced that sleak, toned frame. His eyes were unique, in that one was bright green and the other a deep blue. His head fur was tousled, his dress shirt pulled out of the waistband of his tanned slacks. He wore tanned dress shoes, and his tie was loose around his neck. His tail was draped behind him, sleak and slender like the rest of him.

"No Italiana?" I asked with a pleasant smile.

"She went home. I'll be seeing her later tonight. You need work, Sam?" he asked with a smirk.

I turned on the stool I'd been sat on at the bar and grinned. "I don't mind working tonight, but I came here because I need more work over the summer break."

"Ah, is it that time already?" Sebastian asked with a sentimental smile, "I am going to need the manpower."

"How come?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know about sharks, but most mammals are in heat during the summer period. Tends to make furs hornier than usual," Keep grinned.

"Does that include you?" Bruce replied.

He grinned and focused back on the dancers without another word.

I turned back to Sebastian and said, "I'm comfortable doing whatever or whoever you want me to do."

"Nice to know," he replied, "For tonight though I have a client, a good friend of mine. Well, actually, he's family."

"Not like you to involve family with work?" I replied.

He grinned and said, "He's an adopted son of my sister's. He should be here soon...oh!" Sebastian had turned and waved someone over from across the dance floor.

I followed and my jaw dropped.

A fall of white head fur done in a thick braid behind him. Muscular arms strained against the bright yellow fitted tee he donned. A thick beige coloured tail and pale blue eyes colder than Alaskan skies and warmer than a burning flame. Len Marshal grinned at me as he padded closer and extended a hand to me. "Len Marshal," he grinned.

I shook his hand and said, "I know."

Keep and Bruce exchanged looks and seemed to have put two and two together. Bruce asked, "Is this that knight you mentioned earlier?"

I nodded and blushed when I realised Len had heard Bruce call him a knight.

"Knight?" he repeated with a broad, mischievious grin.

The blush intensified.

"Think your up to the task, Sam?" Sebastian asked with a challenging smirk. I nodded. Business was business. But what was it about him? What was it about Len Marshal?

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"The hotel round the corner's quite good. You wanna go there?" I asked. Len and I were standing outside Passion now, deciding where to go. Business as usual, but there was still a blush hidden inside me somewhere.

"How about we go to the cinema?" he asked.

"E-Excuse me?"

"I wanted more than just sex from you, Sam. I wanted to make sure you were really alright after those panthers ambushed you earlier," he explained.

"Oh?" I could feel that damned blush creeping up again.

"Plus, your pretty damn cute," he added with a pleasant smirk.

"So why come here and pay for a date? I'd have happily dated you regardless," I admitted.

"Really? That's unusual. Most hustlers I've met don't date on the side, as well as work," he replied with raised eyebrows.

"I make exceptions sometimes. I've yet to have a relationship while I'm working for Sebastian, but I'm not against the whole idea," I explained.

"So is that a yes to the date?" he asked.

I nodded and that blush flared to life.

He stepped closer and loomed over me, his eyes heavy as he gazed down at me. He touched a paw to my cheek and cradled me there. He grinned and then turned, his paw wrapped around mine and we walked.

We went to a nearby cinema and ended up watching a horror movie. Blood, gore, monsters, screaming schoolgirls fleeing from some madman wielding a machete. I missed half the movie because I was huddled against Len. The movie didn't seem to bother the hulking, muscular powerhouse sat beside me. He ended up draping a muscular arm over my shoulder, his paw played with my head fur as I peered between my fingers, knees drawn up and huddled against my chest. He grinned down at me and slurped on his drink without flinching when the next victim was slaughtered. The movie ended and the crowds spilled from the cinema in pairs or small groups. Len held me by my paw as we padded a few blocks and ended up at a restaurant. We drank, we ordered, we ate and then we sat there in the booth chatting and getting to know one another.

I sipped the coca-cola I'd ordered and asked, "I've never seen you on campus before, are you new to town?"

He nodded and replied, "I moved here when my mother decided to move me and my brothers here. I transferred into your college this year."

"Still, its almost the end of the educational year and I've never seen you around the pool before," I explained.

"That's because that was one of those rare days when I swim in the day. Most of the time I swim at night," he replied as he sipped his own drink.

"The poolhouse is open at nights?"

"For those on the athletic swimming team, yeah. The instructor is somewhat dedicated," he smirked as he spoke.

I grinned back and said, "I'd love that."

He considered me for a heartbeat and asked, "You swim as well as hustle and study?"

"Yeah. I love swimming."

"Snap."

I smirked and downed the rest of the coca-cola. Len's paw reached across the booth table and wrapped around mine as he gazed across at me. I lowered the glass in my other paw and blushed deep again.

He grinned and said, "You look really cute when you blush, Sam."

"T-Thanks," I stammered, "Your not so bad yourself."

"Your too kind," Len replied. A fresh blush snaked across his maw. "Do you want to make a move?" he asked.

I considered it and nodded.

We paid what we owed and left, paw in paw. I'd been on dinner dates as an escort with patrons and clients before, but none of them were ever as intense as this. Every confidence I had, every quick remark, every smooth line I had learned to use with clients were annihilated with one grin from that beautiful adonis. He slid his paw from mine as we walked and he draped his muscular arm around my shoulders, placing a gentle kiss on my temple. I winced with a smile from the attention and touched a paw to his muscular chest. He gazed down at me from inches away as his chest rose and fell gently. What was it about him that made me so...submissive?

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Len kicked the hotel room door opened as soon as the keycard had clicked. His maw moulded to my muzzle as he carried me in, I had my body pressed against his, my legs wrapped around his middle as our tongues caressed and stroked one another. He slammed the door shut behind him and carried me to the bed. He stood there, strong, muscular arms holding me as he kissed me, eating at my mouth with tongue and passionate force. I could feel his lionhood pressed against the denim jeans he wore. He lowered me, his lips breaking from mine, as he gazed down at me. I slipped out of the hooded shirt and crawled backward across the bed. Len undid the belt buckle and gripped my three-quarter-lengths, dragging them off me with a sudden jolt of force. His eyes were so heated and full of lust as he crawled over me. He pushed me back gently and licked across my neck, one paw sliding up under the tank top and finding one of my nipples, he rubbed his digits across it and played with the soft, supple flesh as it hardened at his touch. He suckled and kissed along my neck, and if it hadn't been for the thick fur I knew I'd have love bites all over my skin.

He slid his hand lower and lower, caressing over my naval and still going lower, tearing small whimpers of pleasure from me as I gazed down the line of my sleak, toned form. He found me hard and standing to attention. He lowered his maw to my mouth and kissed me deep and tender, it was so different from the rough assault he'd given my muzzle earlier at the door. He gripped me in his paw and stroked me, slow at first but with a gentle force that made me shudder with excitement and pleasure. I ran a paw through his head fur as he watched himself work my wolf cock over and over, his pawing got faster and faster as a gentle flow of pre spunk dribbled from me. He looked down at me and kissed me again, a gentle tender brush of lips. He then went to his knees over me and stripped for me. He tore the shirt clean from his muscular form like a God braced for battle. He undid the belt he'd fastened around his waist and he slipped the jeans and shoes off in one go. He then looked down at me wearing just a thin pair of white boxer-briefs. His bulge pressed large and almost intimidating against the thin material as he crawled down the bed and kneeled between my spread legs.

He watched me the entire time, those pale blue eyes full of warmth as he lowered his maw to my cock and took the first lick right across the tip. I whimpered and threw my head back as shudders of excitement gripped me. He grinned and began suckling gently across the head of my dick as I shuddered and moaned his name. I gripped and clawed the bed sheets as I panted and gazed down at him work. He slipped more of me in his maw, those eyes watching me as he sucked, and slurped his way along. His paw stroked the base while he sucked, and soon the throbbing, aching knot had formed. He squeezed and teased that knot while his flat, wide tongue worked like a pleasurable sand paper across my hot length. I could feel my own orgasm building bit by bit, each suck, each lap of that tongue was driving me wild. It was like he was the professional hustler and I was the client.

He ran his tongue the whole length of my cock and made me actually cry out like he'd penetrated me. I leaned on my elbows and watched as the first spill of wolf seed leaked. It wasn't a full load, but damn it felt good. He licked and savoured that bitter-sweetness while he watched me. I glanced down and found he'd wriggled out of the boxers and now had them draped around one ankle, his lionhood pressed against the bed, throbbing, aching like me. I sat up and moved, so that we could pleasure one another without much trouble. The height different would've been difficult, but Len was big enough down there that it was almost not a problem. I soon found him under me, with me riding on top, my dick in his maw, being sucked deep and full now, sliding in and out of his maw, that practiced tongue caressing me and sliding along my length. He'd even started to include my knot. I had my chest pressed to his stomach while my back arched. I had his huge, throbbing member in hand, stroking and caressing that thick, naked heat, as it already leaked its first few droplets of pre. I licked along the barbed tip and savoured the bitter-sweet essence that was all Len. I worked more and more of him into my muzzle as I trailed a paw down further and cupped those big, furred balls that were draped across his thighs.

I worked his cock deeper and deeper, unable to deep throat his entire length. He had to easily be around twelve inches in length, maybe more. I suckled on the barbed head, the barbs teasing along my tongue, while I pulled that sweetness from inside him. I licked across the tip, and then glided my tongue down, over the sides. The sheer thickness was immense. I knew we'd have to take things slow where anal was concerned, but we weren't doing anal now, and I had practiced not gagging on every big dick that I pleasured with my mouth.

I suckled again and worked his length deeper into my muzzle, my tongue gliding and smoothing along the sides as I worked as hard as I could to suck on that strong, powerful member. I popped him out of my mouth when I'd had enough and watched the first spill of lion seed spatter my tongue. I swallowed that shallow load and gazed down the line of our bodies. Len released me from his maw and grinned down at me, eyes heavy with lust and sheer pleasure, as he lay me back against the bed and spread my legs using his muscular form. He leane down and kissed me, the taste of our shallow loads blending together as our tongues caressed one another. He broke the kiss as he gazed into my eyes and licked playfully across my nose.

"Your really good at that," he breathed.

"Good at what?"

"Sucking."

"Your not so bad yourself," I grinned back. We shared another tender kiss and then I felt him. He braced his arms behind my knees so that I was exposed before him and that monumental beast between his legs.

It must have shown on my face, because he leaned down and licked the tip of my left ear, gracing a tongue over the piercings before whispering, "I'd never do anything to hurt you, Sam. Please trust me on that."

I gazed up at that adonis. His stomach muscles bunched as the tip of his lionhood rubbed against my hole again. I shuddered and all I could do was nod like the submissive bitch he'd somehow made me.

He smiled at me, as he pushed that last bit and slipped the tip inside me. I hissed from the sudden pressure, but breathed through it as he pushed more and more of that sheer thickness inside me. I'd taken horses before, and I knew it was all about patience. Once I was accommodated to their size, then I could endure almost anything they dished out. Len was incredibly patient, he worked himself inside me, stopped, let me breathe and widen around him, then he'd slowly resume pushing himself inside me. It made me shudder when he sheathed his entire length inside me for the first time.

He growled deep in his chest and shuddered, his tongue lolled out of his maw as he relished in that first, full penetration. I arched my back and flexed all my paws. I craned my neck back and closed my eyes, a smile curved my lips as I flexed my anal glands around him. He growled again when I squeezed around him and then released him, teasing him, challenging him.

He looked down at me, those eyes full of such dark passions and pleasures that I'd soon share. He dragged himself out of me, making me whimper with pleasure, he slid back inside me, ending that slow stroke in a sudden hard thrust. It made me yip, and it made my own wolfhood jump and spurt a flicker of seed across my exposed stomach. The tank top almost around my neck. I ran paws up his muscular shoulders and wrapped them over the back of his muscular neck as he worked himself in and out of me. He sheathed himself inside me and then dragged himself out again until he had completely abandoned my body, before he thrusted back in again. He worked me over and over like this until he was sure I'd stretched enough around him. He hunched over me, elbows pressed against the bed on either side of me as he gazed down the line of our bodies at the wonderful sensations that were thrilling through us both as he began to pick up speed and work that cock in and out of me, quicker and quicker. That thick, length gliding in and out of me.

Soon his hips were smashing against me, as he pumped that throbbing heat inside me over and over. I whimpered and moaned and howled and yipped with pleasure as I gripped the bed sheets and felt the sheer strength in this beast fucking me so brutally. His claws raked down the bed as he ploughed that intense strength inside me. The barbs on his endowment scraped me as he dragged himself out of me, dragging cries of pleasure from me as I shuddered and spilled shallow loads over myself. He growled and gazed down at me as he wedded himself against me, penetrating me deep, before he began rolling his hips over and over. I cried out from the sheer waves that crashed over me one pleasurable second after another. He pulled out and smashed into me again, rolling his hips as he went. I leaned back, my back arched and I could feel myself building and building, getting closer to the orgasm that was rising.

His smooth, poundings soon became ragged and almost desperate as he drove that dick into me deeper and deeper, trying to impale me as fast and hard as he could. Deep growls escaped his chest as he gazed down the line of our bodies and watched himself fuck me over and over again. The sound of flesh smashing into flesh echoed, mixed with his deep growls of frustration and my moans and whimpers of pleasure. His hips were nothing more than a white, furred blur as he pounded that meat inside me, his own pre-spunk lubricating this hole he was annihilating. I groped for him and dug nails into him as he pounded me. I wanted him. I wanted him to cum inside me more! He suddenly gripped my ass with his clawed hands as he pounded into me, the slender knife-like claws raking across my flesh as he glided in and out of me, sweat pumping from our bodies as he grew closer and closer.

He buried himself deep suddenly, reared back and let out an almight roar that shook the foundations of the hotel room. A second later his cock throbbed and unloaded in a wash of thick, creamy lion seed that spread across my inner walls and spilled around his immense thickness as he still humped against me, squeezing that last drop from his hung balls. I cried out, as the sheer warm liquid sloshing inside my bowels, now caused me to shudder and spill my own seed across my stomach. We shuddered, lost in our orgasms as they ripped through us, draining us. Len kneeled there, his length still hard and half-inside me as he took ragged, deep breaths. He grinned down at me, his chest heaving. I trailed paws up his chest and could feel the damp sweat through the thick fur. He leaned down, hunched over me and kissed me, deep and tender. During the kiss he pulled those last few inches from inside me and his load spilled out of me across the bed sheets. I shuddered and whimpered into the kiss.

Len gazed down at the mess he'd caused and the spillage across my stomach. "Looks like we need a shower," he purred, his voice full of content.

I shuddered again as I ran paws over his chest and up along his neck. I kissed him again and nodded, "A shower sounds fun."

"You know something, you look beautiful, no matter what state your in. Blushing across a dinner table, or lying here covered in cum. You still look beautiful." He leaned down and licked across my stomach. He swallowed.

I blushed again. Damn! I smiled regardless and looked up at the looming, statuesque adonis that hunched over me, his paws found my head fur and he played with the fur while he gazed into my eyes.

"I feel like some missing piece of my life has finally been filled. Is it weird to say that, considering we barely know one another?" he asked in a hushed voice.

"No. No its not, I feel the same way," I breathed back as I gazed into those pale blue orbs with my amber ones.

"Lets go get that shower," he purred as he licked me playfully across the nose and moved across the bed. He spilled his legs over the edge and sat there, looking back at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

I crawled across the bed to him and leaned against his strong, sturdy back, my arms draped over his shoulders as I snuggled against him. I traced paws down his muscular pectorals and took a deep breath. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, then I guess this is what it meant. Although I suppose that should be changed to "love at first fuck" where we were concerned.