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Lee was definitely out of his element. It might have been a mistake doing this…coming to a place that he wasn’t familiar with, an environment he had no experience in, around people who were definitely not the type he was used to. The things people did for birthday parties…

It hadn’t been something he expected, to be sure. His buddy Rob was celebrating his 20th birthday, and Lee had been planning to join him and a few of Rob’s other college friends for a little get-together. A dinner at a burger place not too far away, one that did a couple of special birthday things like half-price shots and a free dessert for the man of the moment. Lee had passed on the shots, he couldn’t do hard liquor at all, it made him gag and throw up, but he did have a couple of beers. The dinner wasn’t exactly his usual style, most of Rob’s friends were party boys and he was much more of an introvert and a quite night out kinda guy, but he at least made an effort to keep up, not wanting to sour the mood at all, and he couldn’t say it wasn’t a good time.

But he’d expected that to be it…and it wasn’t. One of the others had other plans, and had surprised Rob with them just as much as Lee: he was taking them to Grunge, a hot club on the far side. And that was where things went off the rails for Lee, because a club was NOT his thing, and ESPECIALLY not a hot club. But circumstances weren’t in favor of his breaking off - they were too far away from him to walk back, he didn’t have his car so he couldn’t drive back, the friend clearly wasn’t about to make any detours, and he’d forgotten his wallet and couldn’t call for a cab. Maybe if he pitched a fit he could get one of them to pay his way home just to shut him up, but that would probably spoil the mood for Rob, something he was unwilling to do. As reluctant as he was, he resigned himself to going, figuring it maybe wouldn’t be that bad.

And…well, for most people, it probably wasn’t. It wasn’t as densely packed or loud as some clubs could get, it wasn’t a bump-and-grind sort of place that tried to overstimulate you until you risked having a seizure. But it wasn’t quiet, it wasn’t bright, and it wasn’t a light atmosphere…no, there was a feel here that things were meant to happen, and Lee wasn’t so sure how at ease he was with that.

Hot clubs weren’t like others. Many clubs were about action, movement, excitement, volume, the sort of thing that extroverts got all fired up on. Things could happen that weren’t exactly intended, but were just kind of those heat-of-the-moment situations that happened between horny young adults. In hot clubs, though, sex wasn’t an incidental, it was an intent. They were meant to be dens of lust, willing to cater to a variety of tamer fetishes, and there was no being shy there, you had just as much a chance of getting your rocks off in the main area with a dozen onlookers as you did in a private corner - if there even WAS a private corner. Going into a hot club, you weren’t necessarily going to have sex, but you were going to be exposed to it and you were expecting to be…of course, in this case, the others were clearly planning on making sure Rob got laid, and probably enjoying the show as they did it.

That was not something Lee particularly cared to watch, himself. He wasn’t a prude, or at least he didn’t like to think he was, but nothing about watching his friend indulge in his sexual tastes interested or excited him in the slightest - that was just a whole boatload of awkwardness to him. So it was that point that he excuse himself from the table, saying he was going to go wander around and trying not to be too responsive to their cheeky suggestions that he was going to go have his own fun - honestly it was better that they thought that, maybe that would keep them from trying to hunt him down. Going on his own wasn’t exactly that much easier, but he very much doubted any of them would afford him ‘protection’ anyway, perhaps he was less likely to get pushed into something without their presence.

And that was how things stood as he shuffled through the club, trying to look closed off and inconspicuous, hoping that by maintaining a low profile he’d go as unnoticed as he usually did - being invisible was sort of a tendency of his, and an asset in many cases. Being surrounded by sex was affecting him less than he thought it would, perhaps because it wasn’t necessarily all things he was interested in, perhaps because he just felt so awkward and out of place that a boner wasn’t going to break through. One thing he noticed was that there were a lot of anthros around here…they were hardly an anomaly in a college town, of course, but their particular one was more on the lagging end, still only about a quarter of people were anthros here. Grunge was much closer to balanced, might even have favored the anthros a bit. Maybe not a surprise so much, since they tended to be much freer about that sort of thing, but it was kind of weird feeling like he was in the minority, it added a bit to the intimidation factor.

He looked furtively around at some of the things going on around him, trying to be careful not to get too close to anything and interrupt. One thing was for sure, it wasn’t lacking in variety. To one side, a middle-aged human lady was being eaten out by an anteater who screamed of jailbait. Not too far away from that were a bat girl with lots of piercings and a sheep girl who had an air like she was out of a Catholic missionary working back and forth on a double-sided dildo that looked like an instrument of torture - and Lee was pretty sure the sheep was getting far more out of it. A short ways away, a carnosaur was using a male human as a foot rest, and the human certainly seemed to be more interested in that part of him than the thick erection up above. Lee couldn’t imagine why, the rest of the saur’s body was a lot more appealing to him…at least that was helping turn him off enough to avoid any further interest.

Shifting his gaze to the other side brought different scenes. A very adventurous otter lady clearly trying to coax a well-hung shark and snake to go four-for-four inside her leaky pussy…Lee knew there were jokes about them, but he had his doubts that was ever going to work. Not too far away was a dragon on all fours, being led around like a pet and being worked on by a trio of kobolds; the vacant look in the dragon’s eyes suggested a fairly stout hypnosis. Up a little further was a human girl in very conveniently-designed farm clothes, with conspicuous absences of fabric over her chest and loins, being worked on by a bull and a horse, all of them going hot and heavy with the harsh language with as thick of Southern accents as they could manage…Lee couldn’t tell whether those were practiced or genuine, he sure as heck wasn’t going to ask.

He nearly bumped into another passing pair, a fox lady who had almost a vampiric air about her leading a whimpering and scrawny cat behind her; the fox gave him a look and Lee could swear she licked her chops, but she said nothing and continued on her way, the male pulled behind her with a leash on a harness. Lee felt himself wince a bit, he was NOT into women and hoped that wasn’t a come-on…someone like her felt like she wouldn’t take no for an answer. He hurried to an empty seat not too far away, needing a moment to settle himself after that close encounter. There was ample view of others around from where he was sitting…for some people, places like this were more about show than do, it was a way to get more of a live sample of things that they might normally only be able to see on the internet. Particularly popular for anthros, he’d heard, because of the scent dimension…something that wasn’t as big a deal to humans, but apparently meant a lot to them. Personally, Lee didn’t really find that much thrill in it, but maybe it was just because being around real people was always awkward to him.

He had gotten wrapped up in his thoughts, and hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t quite totally alone…until a deep voice spoke up from behind him, spooking him slightly. “Looks like you’re about to pass out, pup.” As he jerked around in his seat, Lee got an eyeful: a tall, broad German Shepherd, showing off his muscular body by wearing nothing but a studded leather harness and some spiked bands on his limbs, his sheath and balls out and proud and taking up a significant amount of real estate. Lee tensed up a bit; if he could call one thing his real ‘weakness,’ it was canines.

“I’m…I’m not that young, I’m 20, I swear.”

A slight huff from the shep. “Doesn’t matter. You come off like a pup, so you’re a pup.”

That wasn’t much better as far as far as Lee was concerned, but he didn’t have much room to really argue with the shep on it. “Uh…right. Uh, sorry, was I in your way or something? Or was someone else sitting here? I can move if I need to.”

“Nope. No one sitting there except you. You seem like you’re out of your element, pup. Not a veteran here, are you?”

“…No, it’s my first time.”

“Obvious as can be. You don’t seem like you’re in the spirit of things. No one likes a downer here, you gotta be into it or you’re making it awkward.”

Well, maybe at least that would put them on the same level that Lee was, but that wasn’t what he was going for. After all, it wasn’t getting him anywhere to ruin everyone else’s fun. “Uh…I’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention. I kind of wasn’t planning on coming here…”

The ship gave a quiet laugh. “It shows. Drab as fuck dress. You look like you’re in the office, not a hot club. Gotta get more like the rest of us.”

“I, uh…I don’t think I could…pull off what you’re wearing, mister, uh…”

“Hunter. Don’t ask if you won’t give.”

That felt more aggressive than necessary, but Lee got the feeling that ‘more aggressive than necessary’ was this guy’s baseline. “Lee. Technically, I didn’t ask…I was just trying to figure out what to call you without sounding rude.”

“Cheeky. And here I thought you’d be dry as an armadillo’s taint. There’s leather you can pull off, pup.” Hunter raised one hand, and Lee could see him twirling a collar around his finger. That immediately had Lee a bit on guard - he might not have been a regular on any scenes, but not all collars were innocuous - some called them charms, some called them curses, but whatever you called them, they weren’t exactly benign. They were considered the most effective accessory for stuff like that, because of how close they were to the head and how much surface area they had and how much skin they made contact with. If Hunter was prowling around with one…then again, it COULD just have been a normal one, it certainly looked a lot like his harness.

“You don’t…really think a collar would fit me, do you? I mean, uh…”

“I do. Both literally and figuratively. You should wear it. It’ll suit you, pup.” Why had the canine even asked his name if he was just going to keep calling him that?

“Uhm. There’s not any, uh…”

“Not my thing. This here’s plain leather. The effect it’ll have on you is all you, pup.”

Well, that wasn’t entirely comforting, but Hunter sounded and looked fairly insistent about this, and the shep’s size and attitude had the human apprehensive about outright turning him down. If it wasn’t charmed, there wasn’t really any harm in humoring him, right? He didn’t have to agree to anything else as a result, he just had to keep telling himself that - his boundaries were his own, and if he got uncomfortable…well, these places were supposed to take consent very seriously. Of course there were always rumors, but Lee couldn’t imagine that it would be a good look for a place like this to be letting patrons get raped. “O…okay. I guess I could, uh, try it on…I’m pretty sure it won’t give you the effect you hoped for, though.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Hunter snatched the collar out of its spin and held it out for Lee. The human took it, undoing the buckle and slipping it around his neck. It was a bit of a surprise to him that the leather actually didn’t feel too bad…he wasn’t exactly familiar with leather, but generally didn’t think it looked like the most comfortable thing in the world, but the feel of it against his skin was not bad at all. Of course, he still doubted it would look right on him…though, he couldn’t say it exactly looked tough, it wasn’t studded or spiked like what Hunter was wearing, it was a lot more plain.

“Make sure it’s snug, pup. Don’t choke yourself, but get it right up there.”

Lee followed that instruction, though it was a bit tricky without being able to see the buckle. But he got it eventually, and found that it was an unexpectedly reasonable fit in the end. He wouldn’t have said he’d expected that…was the collar sized for humans? Granted, humans came in lots of sizes…maybe that was just his imagination. “All, uh, all right…it’s on. What do you think?”

Hunter smirked, licking his chops and showing his fangs in another slightly discomforting display. “Looks perfect on you, pup. Looks like you were meant to have it on.”

“You, uh…really think?” Lee was a bit dubious, he had a feeling Hunter just liked seeing collars on humans. Surely it wasn’t THAT good.

“Course I do. A pup like you was born for a collar.” Hunter leaned in a bit. “Such a perfect look, in fact, that I think it’s the only thing you should have on. Get the clothes off.”

Lee started. Had he really just heard that correctly? That was a hell of a swing. “Wh-what? I…I’m not-”

“You know exactly what I said, and you heard it loud and clear.” It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t angry, but that voice was still so imperious. “Clothes. Off. Shouldn’t need a third time.”

Lee swallowed, and the tension of the collar suddenly became very noticeable. This was definitely over a line of his comfort zone, being demanded to strip down in front of this complete stranger of a canine - sexy as he admittedly was - was not something he could call himself okay with, especially with others who could see him at their leisure. It was exactly the situation he’d been thinking about, pushing beyond his boundaries…but, his refusal failed to come out, and he wasn’t sure why. All he knew was that he was VERY aware of the collar, how tight it felt, how much it felt like it was compelling him, making him feel like he had to be obedient…was it cursed after all? It didn’t FEEL like magic, but maybe it was just heavily disguised? Had he made a grave mistake?

The thoughts running through his head didn’t stop his actions, as he stood up with trembling legs and began to disrobe. It wasn’t exactly a sexy showcase - he was far too nervous, far too awkward to make it showy - but Hunter didn’t seem to mind, grinning wider as Lee’s body began to show more skin. His shoes and socks were pushed under the chair he’d been sitting on, and Lee slowly and shakily semi-folded his shirt and shorts as he placed them on the chair. He gave a look over at Hunter, who smirked at him. “You know that’s not enough, pup.”

He knew…of course he knew. That didn’t mean he felt any easier with it. Taking a deep breath, Lee, hooked his fingers into the band of his boxer briefs and worked them down, exposing himself to the shep and the rest of the world. Logically, he knew it wouldn’t matter, there were probably more naked or exposed people in the club than there were NOT, but that didn’t assuage the feeling of deviance and indecency, or the thought that he was the center of attention. The center of what mattered to him, at least…and yet…it could hardly escape him that as his undergarments, pulled down, a hard staff popped up to stand in defiance of his awkwardness. When had THAT happened?

“Now that’s more like it. Obedience suits you better than resistance, pup.” Hunter had straightened up in his chair, and was groping his balls a bit as he drank in the sight of the human’s nude body. Lee was no exciting physical specimen, the definition of average as far as he was concerned, and not holding a candle to Hunter or to many of the others on display here. Which was why the shep’s attention on him was perhaps even more awkward. “You even look like a proper bitch. You’ve been stuck in that shell far too long, I’m gonna pull you out nice and hard.”

“I…I don’t know…”

“You will. Ain’t the first lucky sub I’ve brought out.” One finger, raised and crooked towards Hunter in an obvious motion. “Over here. Your mouth needs a meeting with my sheath.”

Lee wasn’t so sure that was a match made in heaven, but as he swallowed, the pressure of that collar around his neck seemed to tighten, almost like someone was pulling on it. Hesitantly, he moved towards Hunter, earning approval from the eyes of the canine as he closed the short distance between them - just a few feet, but it felt almost like a mile. Another motion from Hunter, two fingers together waving down…Lee didn’t need to question this one, nor was there much hesitation on his part as he went down onto his knees, coming face-to-face with that hefty sheath and thick ballsack, the latter resting languidly on the surface of the chair. His face screwed up a bit as he was met with the deep, musky scent of dog, much more intense than he was ready for. If this was what anthros found appealing, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get it…

“Don’t be shy, pup. If you are, I’m happy to push the issue.” A hand on the side of Lee’s head demonstrated this point. He swallowed again, the tightness of that collar ever more noticeable. Steeling himself, he pushed himself into that sheath, tentatively licking the furry packet while rubbing his face against the area. The taste was like a more thorough dose of the scent, with a bit more salty tang to it, though it was only an accent to the thick, heavy, almost smoky scent that permeated Hunter’s entire crotch. He tried not to let it deter him, even though he couldn’t exactly call it his favorite thing in the world…though, as he exposed himself to more of it, it was getting less aversive, at least…

“Let’s step it up a bit, pup.” Hunter’s voice seemed to knife into his ear every time. “You’ve got a hand you can use for me…and one you can use for you.” The line reminded Lee of his arousal, which hadn’t flagged in the slightest, might even have grown. And Hunter seemed pretty insistent that he do something about it, which seemed…odd, to Lee, but he wasn’t really in position to question. His left hand went down to stroke himself, slowly and deliberately building the fires, while his right went up to rub at Hunter’s sheath and particularly those big stones. The shift sort of forced him to rebalance himself, causing Lee to lean more into the canine’s groin, giving him a better angle to work his tongue into Hunter’s furry crotch. He was feeling gradually less inhibited the more he slurped over Hunter, finding it an unexpectedly easy adjustment to make - though he was never unaware of the tightness of that collar, and the fact that he was right out in the open on his knees in front of a wildly sexy male. Very out of place, very out of his element, but…maybe it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.

It wasn’t long before things began to escalate - one thing in particular, one very canine thing. Lee had to back away a bit as Hunter’s cock pushed out of his sheath, lengthening and swelling into an imposing red spire of flesh that took Lee’s breath away. Of course, he knew canines could be hung, he’d seen more than his share of pictures and other depictions, but it was something else entirely to have it literally right in front of his face. The musky scent was getting stronger, fuller, and it was starting to make his head spin a little bit. His licking refocused from the sheath to the length of that dick, long laps along the side facing him and the sides of it, the leaking salty precum being drawn onto his tongue and making him grimace a bit at the sheer intensity of it. Still not his favorite thing, but he was finding it tolerable, at least…and certainly it didn’t seem to be killing his own boner, which he was nursing ceaselessly.

Then he felt a hand on his head. He wasn’t sure if he’d done something wrong…but he wasn’t pushed into Hunter’s crotch, rather pushed away, his head tilted back to look up at that toothy grin. “Not bad, pup. Could use some work on the energy, but that’s something experience brings. But something tells me you’re not ready to be trying to choke on this monster…not from this end, anyway.”

Lee swallowed, feeling the collar press in again - was it getting even tighter somehow? “I…I…uh…”

“Relax. I’ve got it all under control. We’re gonna shift things up a bit. Get up here.” Hunter pulled up on Lee’s shoulder, guiding the human to rise up; Lee let his aching shaft free of his hand as he stabilized himself and stood up shakily, his legs wobbling a bit underneath him. Fortunately, it didn’t seem that he had to be under his own power for very long, as Hunter took hold of him, turned him around, and pulled Lee back into him; the human yelped a bit as he felt that hot staff pressing into him a bit, rubbing sticky leakage along the cleft of his ass. Big, furry arms caught him around the chest and midsection, drawing him tight against Hunter, and leaving his arms scrambling for purchase until they managed to grab the chair Hunter was sitting on.

“I can feel your heart racing, pup…” that deep voice growled into his ear, not aggressively but with a steeliness that made Lee shiver. “I can smell how much you want this. And I’m gonna give it to you. I’m gonna push my cock into you, and it’s not leaving until I’ve knotted you and pumped you full of my load.” Hunter’s nose brushed against his ear, a light sensation that somehow felt monumentally impactful. “But I can tell you’re not a head-first diver, pup…so we’re gonna take this nice and slow. I’m gonna break you open gradually, get you spread out before I start pumping you properly.”

“I...ah…” Lee’s mind was scrambled, he didn’t really know what to say. The promise of restraint was at least keeping him from total flip-out, but he was still struggling to catch up with everything. Yet, he still felt an electricity in him, and the painful need of his erection that now no longer was getting any attention.

“Shhh…let me take care of you.” Hunter raised a hand and gave a very slight tug to the human’s collar, making Lee’s head spin a bit. “Heh, very good fit on you…let’s show you another good fit.” His hips pushed up a little, the pointed tip piercing Lee’s pucker and wedge in about an inch. Lee mewled out, keeping his jaw clenched and gripping the chair with a white-knuckled grip as he felt that stretch for the first time. It wasn’t TOO bad, not too much just yet, but he knew it was only the start, and that cock had looked QUITE thick after the top of it…

Hunter didn’t rush it, though; he waited, let Lee’s breathing settle down, letting his rear end relax a bit around the new intrusion, loosening up as he calmed down. And only when Lee did did the push renew, entering deeper inside Lee, renewing those feelings with greater intensity as his body was pushed to the next limit…another inch or two inside him, and now he was feeling the real girth the shep had to offer, a pressure that was initially uncomfortable and a heat that was wildly unfamiliar. But as he was left again to adjust, the discomfort slowly faded, and it began to feel better for him again, a thickness and pressure within him that wasn’t thrilling him but wasn’t hurting anything either.

Over and over, inching in deeper each time, Hunter was patient and kept to the process he promised. And the deeper he went, the more it started to affect Lee in much better ways…that brush against his prostate got a nice rush through him, and despite the increasing strain inside him, there was a growing satisfaction in feeling more of Hunter impose on him, and he was slowly ceding to the shep, his grip relaxing a bit and his body settling more into the action, his mouth hanging open and giving off quiet moans and grunts. And when he finally felt something thicker plant itself against his rear, he couldn’t help but feel a little accomplished…and a little more aroused.

“See, pup? You can handle it just fine.” Hunter’s hand rubbed over Lee’s chest, and then over this stomach; Lee could feel the palm pressing up against a hardness that could be felt, nothing was protruding but there was certainly a firm impression within him. “But I think it’s time we take this up a notch…after all, a tight ass like yours needs a PROPER christening, and I’ve got a pair of balls that’ve been worked into a frenzy and want to mark a nice sexy sub.”

Lee pretty much didn’t respond to this - there was no real need to, it was clear that he was letting Hunter control everything, he was just along for the ride. And so when Hunter started to lift and hump into him, he did nothing but lean back into that furry, muscular body, letting his moans and cries come out freely. The tightness of that collar around his neck was ever more noticeable as he leaned his head back, but there was something oddly comfortable about it now, it felt more normal, more right. Most of what he’d been feeling before, the tension and awkwardness, had all but vanished; it was hard to think about anything but that cock thrusting into him, the powerful arms keeping him nice and stable against that iron body of his, and the tingling in his own shaft as his prostate was rubbed very nicely.

Hunter kept upping the pace, going harder and faster into Lee, getting more upright as he did and pulling Lee down more onto him. Lee could feel the knot smacking against his ass, getting slick with the precum leaking out of him, pre that was being shot into him pretty energetically in thick spurts by that canine shaft plugging him. Despite the added intensity, it wasn’t feeling any harder to handle, Hunter had broken him in remarkably effectively…Lee never could have imagined his first time being like this, and wouldn’t realize until much later how lucky he actually was that it was. All he knew then, though, was that he was really liking what he was feeling. And more and more he was appreciating being roped into this…even if he hadn’t really been forced, he’d just let himself be pulled out of his comfort zone.

But Hunter had one last twist for him. Suddenly the shep stood up, making Lee’s head spin as he was thrown for a loop, and before the human could figure out what was happening, he started going all out, driving himself into Lee with all the power that that body had been holding back. The moans graduated to cries and gasps as Lee felt his body pushed much harder now, the thickness of that knot being driven against his hole. Dimly he remembered Hunter’s promise - that he wasn’t leaving until he’d knotted him and pumped him full. Apparently he was done waiting…the new level was tougher to handle, but still didn’t hurt, it just felt like more of a strain on his insides, but somehow also more exciting and stimulating than the slower pace…which it probably wouldn’t have been if he hadn’t been eased into it. There was one last hurdle, one final forceful stretch, it was going to be a lot but he suddenly felt ready, wanted to feel that knot to be pushed in and to finish his introduction to this new world.

And he got just that, as Hunter let out a final snarl and pulled Lee down hard as he pushed up, letting his raw power overwhelm the resistance of Lee’s ass. A final strained cry let loose from Lee as that knot popped in, a fierce fire rising in his hole where it was stretched again, the harshest sensation he’d had all night, but he endured, and soon he was feeling that thick dog spunk pasting his insides, the wet heat another novel experience he wouldn’t soon be forgetting. He squirmed and writhed, making the tension and heat of that knot feel a little worse, but unable to stop himself…he wanted to join Hunter, to feel that final pleasure, but he couldn’t make his hands move off of the dog’s body, his limbs felt like they weren’t obeying him…but Hunter wasn’t leaving him to languish, and he felt one arm move off of him, and a hand suddenly grip his cock and start pumping it vigorously, a finger brushing against the foreskin a bit as it worked him over. It felt like it took next to no time for Lee to start shooting, jets of white firing out and splattering onto the floor, leaving sticky lines that almost glowed in the harsh light of the hot club. It was a blessed release, more satisfying than any he could ever remember before, though whether that was because of the experience itself or just how long it had been built up he wasn’t sure…perhaps it didn’t matter, the best was the best.

Even the best had to end, though, and Lee went more slack in Hunter’s arms as his orgasm abated, leaving him weary but content. Hunter’s was also fading, leaving Lee with a gutful of shep seed, none of it seeming to escape around that knot. Lee could feel that firm chest heaving in and out against his back, the taxing rut having taken its toll on Hunter, and the canine sank back into his seat, letting himself rest up with Lee tied to his lap.

It took a couple minutes for Lee’s brain to kick back into gear…and when it did, he suddenly became very aware of the fact that he’d just been fucked by a strange male, and was now still tied to him, in full view of anyone who had passed by. He was as naked as the day he was born, his dripping cock fully exposed, a sweaty mess of sex that was about as deviantly on display as possible…and no one cared. Not a single pair of eyes glanced at him as anything more than a curiosity, even as he was sitting wedged on a fat knot wearing a collar around his neck. Hunter had taken him entirely from ‘out-of-place’ to someone who seemed like they belonged there…and he couldn’t deny, that was a bit liberating. It helped tame the anxiety that threatened to return, reining it in and holding it tight under control, letting him bask in the afterglow properly.

When Hunter’s knot finally went down, it brought with it an added sloppiness that Lee had to fight not to make worse, as that spunk made every effort to leak out of him. Hunter helped him stand, snickering a bit as he looked at his handiwork. “You’ll never keep it all in, pup, but clench tight and you’ll make less mess. The showers are behind me, and don’t worry - they’ll take care of the floors. I’ll watch your clothes, don’t worry.”

Lee wasn’t in the state of mind to question anything, ask for more, or debate whether he was going to obey the suggestion - he just went, on wobbly legs, trying to hold in as much of the shep’s load as he could, using some help from chairs and other fixtures to get himself into the shower room. Of course, they were public showers, nothing at all to hide anyone from anything, but there was only one other person in there, an ambiguously-gendered chameleon who didn’t even look his way as he staggered in, so he didn’t dwell on it, instead getting to an open showerhead and turning it on. The sharp blast of cold that came out at first snapped him fiercely out of his haze, but the clarity was welcome now…he wouldn’t clean very well if he was lost.

Lee basked in the now-pleasantly-warm cascade, relieving his body of the sweat and oil it had picked up from the rutting, and the leakage that had come out of him. There was also a tool there that he was able to fill with water and clean himself out somewhat, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to go in as deep as possible…anything that would keep too much from leaking out would help for now, at least. It was a bit awkward, another thing he wasn’t familiar with and no one helping him out, but the mechanics were simple enough, and eventually he’d felt he’d done an acceptable job. And if he hadn’t, well, it just meant his shorts and underwear would need a trip to the wash sooner than normal.

He felt a bit more steady as he left the showers, toweling off with a courtesy towel that was discarded in a laundry hamper. He still thought he felt some of Hunter’s jizz deep in him, but it wasn’t actively drooling out of his well-used hole, so Lee figured it was as good as it was going to get. He looked around, trying to find his way back…it took him a bit, because there was one rather important feature missing - Hunter himself. Even as he got back to where the chairs were, the canine seemed to have vanished…the only evidence that what had happened wasn’t just a surreal dream was the shep semen inside him and his own lines still gracing the floor.

Shaking his head, he went for his clothes, which seemed none the worse for wear. As he lifted them up, though, he saw something flutter down onto the chair seat. Curious, he picked it up, squinting in the poor light as he tried to make out what it said. There was a number at the top, followed by some hastily-scribbled words:

_[Sorry, pup, had to run. But you were a good time. I think you’ll realize you love this a lot more than you expect. And that’s just fine. World needs some eager subs for guys like me. You’ll find plenty out there who’ll appreciate you, believe me. But if you’re interested, don’t be afraid to ring me up. I wouldn’t mind giving you plenty of attention, or being your handler to find a good guy to scratch that itch. Think about it.

P.S.: Keep the collar. It’s you.]_

The collar…Lee reached up, tugging on the leather around his neck. How had he forgotten it was there? He hadn’t stopped feeling it, it just had…somehow stopped registering as unusual. He hurriedly unbuckled it, taking it off, but…before he want too far he caught himself, staring at it in his hand. He didn’t feel any different with it off than on, at least apart from just no longer having that tension on his neck…it seemed to be as innocent as Hunter claimed, just good, clean fun. And that was telling, because Lee couldn’t think of anything to explain what had happened, other than…that was just him.

Shaking his head a bit to clear it, Lee finally got to dressing himself. Once again looking out of place, but no longer feeling it so much…maybe he would be more ready the next time he found himself in one of these places. After another look and thought, he folded the collar a bit and pushed it into his pocket - along with the note. He had a feeling both of them would see a good bit of use in the future…