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Ki hadn't meant it to become a gay tour. A sight-seeing tour was how he preferred to think of it. Some of the sights just happened to include the ample number of gorgeous male furs who lived in France. Not that he'd played around. Far from it. The most he'd done was visit one or two bars. Most of the regulars ignored him once they found out he was American. Others thought his bad French was cute enough to buy him a drink, but then left him for a hotter piece of ass they could actually hold a conversation with.

Four weeks alone in Paris. It was the best therapy Ki could think of for getting over Theo. Ki sighed inwardly as the image of his lion swam into his mind's eye once again. It had been a beautiful thing for all of two months. Ki had a secret lust for larger furs, and it caused him to hang out at the expensive gyms where the serious bodybuilders worked, even though the most he did was some cardio work. It kept his small body in good shape - he had a decent six pack under his shirt.

He'd met Theo after haunting the gym for a year. It was like a dream come true. The handsome, muscular lion was gay and loved the way Ki made him laugh. Ki could still remember their first night together. He'd braided Theo's mane. The braiding had led to kissing, and eventually to the loss of Ki's virginity.

Ki shut his eyes. It had been a mistake. And the worst part was that it had nothing to do with Theo. Theo was the sweetest, most romantic fur a fox could ask for. But that wasn't what Ki wanted. It wasn't what he dreamed of secretly at night.

For their anniversary, he'd bought Theo a black police cap and a leather thong. He opened himself up and revealed his secret desires to Theo. And Theo had laughed. Laughed in his face. Called him a sick bastard and stormed out. No return phone call. No e-mail. Nothing.

Now Ki was here, walking the cobblestone streets of Paris and gazing over the blossoming trees to the tip of the Eiffel Tower in the distance. He considered sitting on one of the park benches and eating his sandwich.

Then time seemed to slow down. Walking toward him, hips swaying slightly, was another fox. Not just any fox. Ki stared at the two tails of cream white that swayed behind him. Ki quickly averted his eyes as the kitsune strode past in his tight-fitting silky pants.

Ki couldn't resist getting up and following. He did it from a discrete distance. They went off the main road, into one of the winding side streets until the kitsune stopped at a clothing store which Ki was sure didn't offer anything below 200 Euros. He hesitated.

"Come on, Ki," he muttered, "it's not like you have to buy anything."

The silver bell over the door gave a jingle as he stepped inside. A soft aria was playing in the background. The kitsune was near the back of the shop, discussing something with the shopkeeper as they felt the silk of a scarlet vest.

Ki cast surreptitious glances at the kitsune, pretending to browse the colorful pants. He couldn't believe his luck when he turned to look again and saw the kitsune removing his shirt.

"Shit!" Ki whispered.

Ki ducked down and peeked through the racks of pants at the ivory-smooth fur and nice athletic body. His tail began to wag slowly. He cursed himself for not knowing more French.

The kitsune turned his back to reach for the shirt, and Ki's breath caught again. The kitsune's back was covered in scars and bruises. At first, Ki thought it was because of a fight, perhaps a mugging. There was something odd about them, though.

Ki crept closer. He saw one long welt running from the shoulder down to the top of the opposite hip. Some of the bruises were in odd circular patterns.

A whip lash. And bite marks. Judging by the size of the marks, it hadn't been a small fur, either.

The vision was obscured as the kitsune put on the vest. A tap at his shoulder made Ki jump.

"Comment puis-je vous aider, monsieur ?" the shopkeeper asked.

"Uh...um...Parlez-vous anglais?"

"Non, m'exuse, monsieur," the shopkeeper said, shaking his head.

"Perhaps I can help," said a soft tenor voice.

Ki turned and saw the kitsune with an amused smile on his face.

"My name is Ansel. Was there something you're trying to find?" the kitsune asked.

Ki blushed furiously.

"N...no. Actually, I was..." he sighed. "Can we talk outside?"

"Of course."

The kitsune said something to the shopkeeper, who nodded and began to box up the vest.

Ansel held the door for him. Once they were outside, Ansel offered to buy him coffee. Half an hour later, they were seated at another park bench near the shop, sipping drinks.

"Ansel, I..I couldn't help but see you shirtless in there," Ki began.

Ansel smiled as if it were a compliment.

"Oui. And?"

"I saw your back. I know what kind of marks those are."

Ansel's expression began to close. His eyes sparked with hostility.

"What I do for pleasure is my own business," he said icily, and began to stand.

"No! Wait!"

Ki reached out and closed his paw around Ansel's.

"I...I like the same thing," Ki confessed.

Ansel's eyebrow rose.

"Eh?"

Ki nodded and blushed again. Ansel sat back down.

"Would you care to tell me more?" the kitsune prompted.

"Well, it's embarrassing...but I've always wanted to be dominated roughly. Used by some big, strong fur. I'm not making any sense, am I?"

"Non," Ansel said softly and with reassurance, "non, monsieur, you make perfect sense. The animal urges of our ancestors are very hard to suppress sometimes, are they not? Foxes are, by nature, more submissive animals. We do not hunt in packs, and we run from fights."

"I guess," Ki said.

"You came to Paris for pleasure?" Ansel asked.

"Not exclusively. I really did want to see the city. I've only been to a few bars."

Ansel nodded.

"You have not found satisfaction at these bars, though."

Ki shook his head. Ansel's voice lowered to barely above a whisper.

"What if I were to tell you that there is a bar, a secret bar which exists for furs such as you and I?"

"What?" Ki asked, startled.

"C'est vrai. You see, that is where I got my wonderful scars."

Ki gulped.

"Are...are there many bigger guys there?"

Ansel's smile widened.

"Monsieur, it is a bar where one goes to pay homage to living gods."

He reached into his pocket and drew out a black envelope.

"This was given to me when last I went. It is permission from the owner to admit one man as a client. We smaller furs are allowed in only on rare occasions. You see, it is there for the big boys."

Ansel winked. He slid the envelope across the table.

"Inside, you will find directions to the bar as well as a date and time to arrive. I wish you bonne chance, monsieur."

Ansel strode back to the shop. Ki stared at the envelope as though it weren't quite real. He tucked it quickly into his pocket and made his way back to his hotel. He locked the door and opened the envelope.

"Luxuria" was written in neo-gothic, punkish script along the top of the card in scarlet letters. Below that, there was a map. Ki flipped the card over. There were written directions in French, English, German and Spanish as well as the date and time: 12th of June, at midnight.

Ki swore loudly. His plane back to the States left on the 11th.

He paced his room for two hours. It was stupid, it was so stupid to even consider going. He swore again. He found a payphone.

"Trans-Europe Airlines, how can I help you?"

"Yes, this is Ki Bluefox. I'd like to reschedule my return flight please..."

Ki didn't even notice the passing of the days. He barely ate or slept as the dates crawled by...the 9th, the 10th....he tried to keep himself busy. He attended tours and a concert. He watched a parade. At night he paced and tried not to paw himself off.

By the night of the 11th, he was a nervous ball of fur. His paws were shaking as he dressed in his best clothes and he nearly dropped the invitation before he put it into his pocket.

The directions were well-written, designed for a reader who knew nothing about Paris. He followed the first few streets as they led him away from the downtown area. But he began to grow worried as they progressed. The area was becoming more and more shabby. The streets were narrower, more winding, and older.

Ki almost turned back three times. He finally gripped his paw into a fist and took the last few turns. He was facing a dead end alleyway in a slum. Stray cats fought over scraps of garbage. There were no signs, nothing to indicate any kind of bar.

Then Ki froze and listened. He looked down at his feet. Very faintly, there was a dull thudding coming from under the pavement, like some great machinery at work. Ki scanned the walls. Yes, just as in the directions, there was a circular archway that led into darkness.

Ki closed his eyes and approached the arch. There were narrow steps leading sharply downward. Ki took them slowly. The thudding grew louder as he descended, until he could catch scraps of guitars and roaring vocals. At last, he came to a heavy black iron door lit by a single white bulb overhead. There was a viewing slot well over his head, and the word "Luxuria" in relief on the front.

Ki knocked. The view slit opened. Ki held up the invitation card. It was exactly midnight.

There was a series of loud clanks. Then the door slid open. Ki stared at the bouncer who held the door. He was the largest wolf Ki had ever seen. A black leather vest bulged outward against his massive pecs, and the muscles of his bare arms caught the lurid light shining down the short hallway, casting shadows in the cuts of his shoulders and biceps. The wolf flashed a predatory smile at Ki and nodded down the hallway.

The music was deafening, pounding and loud. Ki couldn't tell if it was hard rock, techno, goth or tribal. It felt like a sickly mixture of all four. There was a sliding iron grate across the entrance. A second, equally massive wolf bouncer slid it aside, and Ki's mouth fell open in awe. A tiny whimper escaped his throat.

The underground bar and club was a space about the size of a small train station. It was lit by tinted red lights and had a stone roof that looked like something from the French Revolution. Iron pillars supported it, with men twined around them as they danced. A wide bar was set into the west wall, with drinks being served by a towering Grecian bull wearing a leather body suit. Thin straps descended his wide shoulders, only widening out into something resembling clothing just above his crotch. When he turned to mix a drink, Ki could see the holes cut in the back side to reveal his muscled ass.

But it wasn't the setting or even the godly built bartender that made Ki whimper. It was the patrons. Ki had never seen or even imagined so much hot male beef in his life. The floor was literally crawling with muscled furs, all of them in motion, all of them dressed in exotic leather outfits of every conceivable design.

Rippling abs gyrated to the beat, or were massaged with delicious slow caresses from another buff fur's paws from behind. Massive lungs panted. Sweat ran like water, making bulging arms and pecs gleam as if they were oiled. Ki had no doubt some of them were. Lips met lips in a raw animal hunger that Ki could almost taste. Paws slapped, pinched nipples, rubbed throbbing cocks that were growing tight in their leathery prisons.

Ki felt a wave of panic, the kind that grips a rabbit that has just stumbled into a lion's den.

"What am I doing here? Oh God help me, they'll eat me alive!" he thought.

Ki backed up, stumbling in reverse, and his back crashed against the metal grate. He whirled and tried the handle. It was locked. He rattled the grate.

"Hey. Hey!" he called, his voice almost shrill. "There's been a mistake! I..I don't belong here!"

The huge wolf bouncer just grinned at him.

"LET ME OUT!!" Ki screamed.

He heard heavy footsteps behind him. Some of the huge furs in the club had noticed him.

Ki shook like a pup as their shadows covered him.

"Please..." he whimpered.

"Shhhhhh..." the voice was low and velvet.

A tiger loomed over Ki. He wore a spiked leather collar, and a belt on one massive bicep. His thong wrapped around his hips and the insides of his thighs. There were spikes running vertically up the thong's cup.

"You're ours, now, little fox," he purred in a light French accent. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you. Won't we, boys?"

Several others chuckled darkly.

The tiger reached out with one huge paw. Ki felt a steel hard grip close around his ruff like a vice. Then he was lifted off his feet, as easily as if the muscled tiger were lifting a sack of sugar. The tiger gave him a sly wink.

"You'll warm up before too long, pup."

He held Ki high over his head and turned to the gyrating mob.

"Look what we've got here, boys!"

Heads turned. Lips curled back from fangs as if preparing to feast. Dark, low laughs rose into the air.

"Toss him over!" a giant bear in a leather harness roared, his voice heavily Slavic.

The tiger swung Ki and released him. He shrieked as he flew through the air, nearly hitting the ceiling. Ki instinctively curled into a ball as he fell. A huge manly paw scooped him from the air, and then he was being ground against the hot, panting body of the bear.

Ki was hit by a wave of male musk. It permeated the air like a thick fog, so many horny, rippling bodies, all emitting sex pheromones. Ki's head swam from the smell, the heat, the humidity. He gasped for air, and instead tasted rock hard flesh and thick bristling fur.

The huge bear murred. The sound made Ki's teeth buzz in his head. He struggled, a pathetically weak attempt to resist the fully enflamed lust of a creature that could crush an SUV.

Other paws reached out. Ki's clothes were literally ripped from his body. He yelped, clung to the massive bear, then cringed away and nearly fell to the ground where he would risk being stomped on like an ant.

"Don't! Stop!" he whined.

"Don't stop?" the bear mocked, and then let out a guffaw, blasting Ki with hot breath that smelled of red meat.

A strong paw grabbed his rump. Something massive, hard and smooth began to rub the back of his head. The bear just grinned down at Ki with eyes aflame.

"Hrrrr...nice sexy little ass you got there, boy."

"Oh yeah, you feel so good to my cock. It wants to come out and play with ya."

"Fuck that bear, come and dance with a real man."

The bear snarled at the last comment.

"Oh no you don't! He's MINE first!"

Ki shuddered, feeling half sick and violated already. He clung desperately to the bear, hoping for salvation from a potential gang rape. There wasn't a cock in the room that was small enough to fit his ass, but he doubted that would stop some of them from trying.

At the same time, he felt his loins beginning to stir. He was being bartered and fought over like a slab of meat. Everyone wanted him. All of these massive leather-bound hunks everywhere, and it was the tiny submissive fox that they wanted. It was more erotic than any paltry fantasy Ki had invented on his own.

He smiled shyly up at his rescuer. The bear was a grizzly. He stood a full ten feet high, and though he had a healthy layer of fat on him, his gut was flat and held the frame and cleft of a powerful set of abs. A thicker line of dark fur ran down his abs to join the pubic fur around a tiny strip of black leather that cupped his massive sheath like a condom.

Grizzly's nostrils dilated, and Ki saw massive fangs drip with saliva.

"What the fuck are you smiling at, runt?" the bear growled.

Ki shivered and didn't answer. The question made his cock react, though. Its tip slid free of the sheath and rubbed the thick ursine skin. Ki gave a tiny moan.

Grizzly's massive paw clamped down on his rump. It covered his entire rump easily, grinding Ki's crotch against that massive hairy body.

"This is why you came, isn't it, runt? Just like some pathetic little schoolboy going to church on Sunday. You came to worship. Didn't you?"

Ki moaned, feeling the strength behind that paw.

"Yes..." he whispered.

The paw crushed his ass, sending a jolt of pain up his spine though no real damage was done.

"Yes WHAT, bitch?" Grizzly snarled.

Ki grinned as half his cock shoved itself into the bear's fur. He looked up into the bear's face, eyes half lidded with his rising lust.

"Yes...Sir."

This was what Theo had never done, and now a perfect stranger was getting off on a fantasy Ki had never dared reveal.

Grizzly moaned, and there was a stretching sound. Ki looked down, and his eyes widened. The fabric of the bear's crotch cup was stretching obscenely. Even soft, Grizzly was impressively hung. Now that he was getting semi-hard, the bear was....gargantuan. Ki's mouth watered.

"FUCK that was good. You said it perfectly, boy."

Another thick finger scratched behind Ki's ears. Ki reached up suddenly and grabbed the Grizzly's giant paw. Oh, God...if this bear could satisfy one fantasy....

Ki closed his eyes and began to kiss Grizzly's big square knuckles.

"Mmmmm...that's a good little bitch...you love how manly I am, don't you?"

The music swelled around Ki, other hot muscled bodies brushing against his back as the beat picked up. Ki began to pant. He could feel his inhibitions sliding away. Instincts were taking over, powerful submissive instincts mixing with Ki's love of playing the worshipper. Ki ran his tongue over those hot huge knuckles and then gripped Grizzly's body hard.

"I worship you," Ki murred.

He buried his muzzle against the bear's happy trail. His tongue slicked down the fur, feeling the hidden ab muscles. A huge paw shoved his head against the hot skin.

"HARDER, my little fox slut."

Ki lost it. He groaned and began to gnaw at Grizzly's muscle. Never, never had he been turned on so badly. The bear's finger was still playing with his tailhole. It was as big as Theo's hard cock had been!

Slowly, Ki worked his way up Grizzly's body. Other big furs turned and smirked at the bear. A cougar with pierced nipples leaned down to whisper in Ki's ear.

"Worship his huge nipples, boy. He loves that."

Ki snickered and found Grizzly's pecs.

"Oh GOD!" Ki cried.

They were the most massive pecs he had ever seen. Two ripe, full globes loomed before him. Each was three times bigger than his entire face, and covered in thick brown fur. Grizzly chuckled and suddenly bounced them.

"Like those, bitch?" Grizzly gloated.

"Let me taste them, Sir. Please."

"DO IT!"

Ki ran his tongue deeper and deeper into the cleft between the pecs. It just kept going. Soon he was shoving the tip of his muzzle inside as he tried to find where it ended.

With an evil laugh and a deep throated snarl, Grizzly suddenly flexed his pecs in a most muscular pose. The muscles swelled until they were pressing painfully against Ki's face, trapping his muzzle.

Ki shivered, jerked, tried to free himself and moaned when he found he couldn't. Pre oozed out of his cock. His paw felt tiny compared to the sheer size of the bear. Nevertheless, it managed to find Grizzly's left nipple.

As his paw brushed it, the Grizzly's pecs instantly relaxed. The bear gave a low moan.

Ki smiled.

He grabbed the nipple hard and twisted.

"FFFFFUCK!" Grizzly roared.

There was a sharp rip and snap. Something bumped into Ki's back. Ki glanced behind himself, expecting to see another fur. A wall of throbbing, deep scarlet flesh with crisscrossing veins greeted him. It was the bear's erect cock. Quickly estimating based on the bear's height, Ki guessed the cock had to be at least three feet long and a foot thick.

"Damn, now that's a fine sight," said a wiry jackal with a rippling eight pack.

"You want?" Grizzly gloated, and wagged the monstrous tool at him.

Jackal opened his jaws as wide as he could and clamped onto the massive cockhead. Grizzly moaned. The jackal began to shove inch after inch into his muzzle with an almost desperate speed.

Ki leaned forward and breathed on Grizzly's nipple. Warm drool spattered onto his head from the bear's open mouth. The bear's lower lip waggled slightly below his huge lower teeth. For some reason, Ki found it really hot.

He wasn't the only one.

With no one declaring it, Grizzly was suddenly at the center of a mass of muscled worshippers. A taller, but no less built bear lumbered over, casually shoving bodybuilders out of his way.

"Give me your mouth," the black bear rumbled.

"Come and take it," Grizzly snarled back.

It was like watching mountains make love. The bears kissed like nothing on Earth, deep and wet and groaning. Black Bear straddled the sucking jackal, grinding his huge ursine balls on the jackal's head. Ki was pressed between two sets of gigantic pecs that began to rub against him as the bears went at it.

A weasel knelt behind the grizzly and shoved his snout into the Grizzly's ass. Grizzly snorted hard, raising his gigantic arms up into a front double biceps pose, a pose of utter victory. Soon, tongues were lapping at the enormous bulges of Grizzly's triceps and biceps.

Ki began sucking hard at the huge nipple, pulling at it with his teeth, feeling Black Bear's nipple grinding in the middle of his back. The music swelled. Suddenly, Grizzly reared backward, tearing out of the kiss.

"GRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!"

A miniature Krakatoa exploded from the gigantic ursine cock. Jackal was literally blasted off of it, head over heels, into the crowd. Cum sprayed against the stones of the ceiling and arced with the grace of a fountain over the dancers.

The cum falling on their muscles made several others moan as their own cocks spasmed with seed.

The only one who didn't seem affected was Black Bear. He went right back to savagely kissing Grizzly. Grizzly's huge paw pulled down Black Bear's leather pants. Ki felt Black Bear's log of a cockhead rubbing his back.

"Ohhhhh...God damn...unhhh!!"

Language was failing him. It didn't matter that half the furs in the room spoke French, half English, and half something else entirely. The moans of sex were cross-cultural enough. And cock was cock no matter what the word for it.

Ki rubbed his ass back on Black Bear's cockhead. He was rewarded with a growling moan which Grizzly appreciated as well. Suddenly, Grizzly's finger was replaced by another one, one with a much more direct purpose.

Ki squeaked as he felt the thick finger stretching his tailhole. The music soared into a dark classical chorus, backed by a thunderous rock drum. Black Bear rubbed his finger around the walls of Ki's tight hole. Ki had never been fingered, but he decided that he could DEFINITELY get used to it. The thick knuckle pressing against the outer ass ring drove him insane. He gnawed Grizzly's lower pecs.

A second finger entered, widening his hole even further. Ki shuddered. He was almost weeping from the pleasure. It was unreal, being sandwiched between two muscled giants, helpless to resist their whims.

Three fingers. And now Ki was fighting with every ounce of will not to cum, not to scream like an animal in rut. He heard Black Bear grunt in appreciation.

"A strong-willed one," he rumbled in his hard Germanic English. "Good. Let's see just how much you can take, runt."

Four fingers. Then the fat thumb, wriggling for space. Pain was like a ring of fire around Ki's ass, red hot, prickling his tail into embers. At the same time, the intense warmth of being so utterly filled, so horribly taken was dissolving his will into a dark fire of its own. Ki thought he had known was desire was. But he had never known lust like this. It consumed him. It was a black monster swallowing him whole.

A twisted smile fused onto Ki's face and he wriggled his screaming ass back against the paw, asking for more. Grizzly's massive paws held him immobile while Black Bear murred and slowly, inch by inch, worked his entire huge fist into Ki's hole. Ki bit hard into Grizzly's body, holding on, holding on, every nerve ignited.

The paw delved deeper, up to a wrist as thick as an oak branch. The paw slowly opened and felt around, then closed into a dominating fist again, commanding, demanding.

Ki's entire body began to shake. He convulsed. He let go of Grizzly with his mouth and sent an ear-rending howl to the ceiling, so loud that the alley cats on the street above paused briefly in their squabbling to listen.

The orgasm began in his balls and took him, rode him like a bucking horse, whirling in a frenzy of sensations that waged war through his body from ears to toes. The stream of white fox seed was pitiful compared to the tidal wave of Grizzly's climax, but the FEELING, the sheer utter intensity of it was like a supernova exploding from Ki's prostate.

Ki was shivering as Black Bear gently pulled his fist out. He was whimpering in a tiny chant as the aftershocks spasmed his cock. The thick, hot air full of the smells of huge muscled bodies did no good. He grew faint. His head began to spin.

"WATER!" Grizzly called out.

One of the unseen club staff flicked a switch. Sprinklers originally designed as a fire suppression system whirred on. In seconds, the entire dance floor was a living, undulating swamp of massive, wet, muscled bodies. A soup of sweat, oil and cum was rinsed onto the stone floor, only to be splashed and squirted back upward by pounding feet. A few furs even got on their hands and knees to deliberately lap at it.

Ki felt the icy water revive him. He gasped for air and sighed. He put a paw to slick back his fur and shook himself. He stared straight into the deep, brown eyes of a stallion.

He looked like an English thoroughbred, fur a deep mahogany. His left ear was pierced in three places. Veins snaked over his rectangular pecs like miniature rivers. Water dripped from his nipples like diamonds.

"Bonjour," said the horse with a sly smile. "Je m'appelle Jaques."

Jaques's voice curled in Ki's ear, tickling a shiver down his spine.

"English?" Ki said weakly.

"But of course," Jaques said with a miniature bow. He held out a smooth hand, still wet from the short shower. Already, the air was as thick as a jungle from the steaming bodies.

Ki took it. A huge, heavy arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"I knew the moment I saw you that I had to have you," Jaques murmured.

"You...you don't want to dominate me?"

"Non, my beautiful fox. WE shall be YOUR slaves tonight."

The crowd parted slightly, and Ki had to rub his eyes.

"Burk and Zeus," Jaques introduced his friends.

Burk was a titan. A Clydesdale, silver in color, taller even than the bears. His head nearly brushed the ceiling. He had to weigh close to half a ton. Ki found himself comparing Burk to Leonardo's statue of Hercules, come to life. Burke wore his mane in the short Trojan style, Ki's favorite look on a horse. He sported twisting tribal tattoos on pecs the size of refrigerators.

Zeus was an Arabian with skin that looked almost like bronze. When he grinned at Ki, Ki could see that he'd filed two of his teeth to look like fangs.

The music swung into a slow, grinding ballad with lyrics in French. All three horses smiled. Three walls of muscle began to close on the tiny fox. Jaques' words came back to Ki.

"Stop," he said.

The horses paused. Ki narrowed his eyes.

"Flex for me."

He pointed at Burk. All three evidently understood English. Burk gave him a coy smile, so utterly sexy that Ki nearly drooled.

The Clydesdale raised his massive arms, each easily the size of a tree trunk. He curled his hands in toward his forearms and slowly made his muscles dance in time to the music. Two pairs of hands began to caress Ki's body, massaging his back, his rump, his neck, his chest, his thighs as Ki watched the horse god tuck those incredible arms behind his barn door back and tense abs that were as thick as toasters. Ki closed the distance between them and ran his tongue up the abs.

"Do my muscles please you, master?" Burk moaned.

"You have no fuckin' idea how much they do, Burk," Ki shuddered. "Now kiss me."

Ki had always wanted to be kissed by a horse. The shape of those mouths, those thick sexy lips and the tongue behind it....how many fantasies had he done with horses? And now he was being picked up in soft, huge hands. Now incredible, manly thick lips were meeting his, now parting. And now....

Ki's body trembled. Burk's tongue was a massive slug of raw sex in his muzzle. The tip curled up to rub the roof of his mouth, then slid to the back of his throat and down, down, impossibly deep and so incredibly smooth. The blade spread out to fill his mouth from one side to the other. Ki's own puny tongue lapped at the wet underside. The taste was nothing but stallion, undiluted and raw.

The other two horses took inspiration from the hot scene. Ki felt other tongues begin to work on his body. A second tongue slithered, eel-like, between the cheeks of his rump and circled his star. A third lapped down his spine, strong as the hand of a masseuse and infinitely more erotic.

Ki gasped for air.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

He'd meant it for Jaques, the horse pleasuring his ass. But in his euphoria, Ki did not specify. The horses exchanged wicked looks.

"As our master commands," Jaques said with a chuckle.

First, Burke slid Ki down his divine muscles toward his godhood. If Ki had thought Grizzly was hung, even that couldn't prepare him for the sheer girth that Burke presented. There was a reason the phrase was "hung like a horse." Ki was so absorbed in taking in the sheer SIZE of Burke that he was oblivious to what has happening behind him.

Something thick, smooth and hard was pressed forcefully against Ki's rump. Ki whimpered in delight. Jaques was a good three inches across. His smile quickly froze as he felt a second cockhead, bumping against the first, then sliding forward, the two of them in concert.

"No! Wait! I only wanted one!" Ki cried. An incredibly deep, low chuckle made him crane his neck up to see Burke's smirking face.

"Master should be more careful in his commands," he murred, running a thick finger under Ki's chin.

His other hand wrapped around his massive shaft and began to stroke it, making it swell impossibly huge as it hardened. Veins began to appear on its smooth grey surface.

"You..you're not going to..."

"Oh yes, my little fox. I am."

Two pairs of hard, muscled thighs cupped Ki's rear. A twin pair of moans filled the air. Jaques and Zeus began to press their way into his ass.

"Ooooh...too much, too much!" Ki cried.

Jaques laughed.

"You happily swallowed the bear's paw with your slutty ass, fox. Forgive us if we don't believe you."

"But..you said you'd obey me!" Ki said desperately.

"We lied," Zeus snarled.

As one, the two horses wrapped their arms around each other, each putting a muscular arm around Ki's body and beginning to shove him back against them, grunting like studs in heat. Their cocks jockeyed for position as they stretched Ki's ass ring. Ki bared his teeth and groaned.

Then they were inside, one cock slithering over the other like mating snakes.

"AHH GOD!!!" Ki screamed.

"You called, little one?" Burk rumbled.

The floor actually shook slightly as he got on his knees. His colossal cockhead had a urethra so wide Ki could have shoved his paw inside. Burke's fingers pinched Ki's jaws.

Ki tried to resist. It was useless. Burke was intent on making him take his Herculean member, whether Ki wanted it or not. Like a torpedo head, Burke's cock slid toward his face.

The pain in his ass grew as the two muscle stallions began to lose themselves in the fuck. They were slapping each other's asses so hard the sounds hurt Ki's ears. And kissing each other while biting each other's lips and tongues, ears flat against their skulls.

Ki barely had time to get used to it before Burke's head was forcing open his lips. Tears ran down Ki's face as his jaw stretched, wider, impossibly wider.

"Yesssssss..." Burke moaned. "Lick."

Ki had no choice but to oblige. His tongue vanished within the urethra, tasting the rich saltiness of precum. Burke's head tilted back as a groan as powerful as a car bass escaped his lips.

The cock moved in further. Ki could barely breathe, the giant meat was blocking all possible air into his mouth and leaving only a crack of space between Burke's cockhead and the back of his throat. The tendons of his jaws were stretched nearly to the point of ripping.

Burke began to slowly grind his cock within Ki's mouth. Grind..pound, grind...pound, in alternating rhythm, crushing and stretching Ki's body like some living condom.

Their hands were all over him, rubbing every inch of his body, then gripping his cock hard. One, two, three hands closed on Ki's cock, puny in comparison to these phallic lords. As one, they began to pump and squeeze him. They were milking him like a cow. Milking him for his cum. Using him utterly.

The miasma of raw fucking lasted for glorious minutes. Jaques was first. With a loud neigh he shot hot cum directly against Ki's prostate. As if it was a trigger, Zeus and Burke both shot simultaneously. Zeus gave a pony-like whimper. Burke gave a massive roar. The twin equine shafts made erotic wet noises as they squished against the cum-loaded ass, still pounding Ki.

Ki's eyes bulged as his throat was flooded with horse seed. It went on and on, wave after wave, filling his stomach as if it were a meal. Ki could taste nothing else but cum. His tongue felt numb from it. His jawbones ached. There wasn't enough air in his lungs to make a sound as his seed was literally forced from his cock by the ruthless pawing of the horses.

Sweet relief came at last as Burke yanked his cock free. Ki's head was yanked forcibly upward by a hand on his scalp fur, and then Jaques's lips were closing on his. Ki moaned feebly. Jaques closed his eyes while his tongue slid into Ki's mouth, cleaning away the remains of Burke's cum that Ki had not swallowed.

Burke caressed his chest. Zeus kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

"I love you, my sweet little bitch," Jaques said as he parted with a smile, so tender that it was chilling after what he'd just done. "But now there are other masters for you to pleasure."

"No," Ki wanted to say. "No more."

If he had to taste another cock, he felt he'd be sick. Burke's cum sloshed heavily in his stomach, thick as oatmeal. His head was swimming as though he were drunk. In a sense, he was. Drunk on the reek of unending heavy animal sex that clung to every surface of the club. No one was dancing any more. The collective passion in the club was reaching its zenith.

Men tore into each other like beasts, ripping off clothes, jamming cocks into mouths and asses and anything else that would take them. The entire room seemed to sigh and breathe as one, a heaving tide of intertwining bodies that no longer contained any individuals. This entity, this mass of muscled arms and pumping thighs, of countless rippling abs and sucking, moaning mouths. This was Luxuria.

Still the music pounded on. Relentless. And Ki, watching the grotesque spectacle of his wildest fantasies come to life, moaned and nearly wept. He was getting hard again. It was inevitable, he supposed, in an atmosphere so charged with lust. It was like a hunger or a fever, but one that only sought ways to make the fever worse, to sweeten the hunger to a singing fury. Ki slid to the wall, so wonderfully cool after the morass of twining bodies.

He leaned his face against it, eyes shut, stroking it like a lover. His hot breath panted another layer on the countless others from so many patrons before him. Yet he kissed its coolness. He was not done. Oh no, the night was not over yet. There was one more fantasy that he had, one which had not been satisfied yet. And Ki knew with the certainty of doomed prey that he would not be released until it happened.

The music died so abruptly it left a ringing in his ears. The entire carpet of panting, sweating men seemed to freeze. With two heavy, hard clomping footsteps, the bartender stood up on the counter top. He towered over the patrons like a god, the power cord to the sound system clenched in one mighty hand.

"Where's the slut?" he bellowed.

One by one, heads turned to look at Ki. Ki wanted to shrink into the walls. He wished he was an insect, a cockroach that could worm its way into a crack and loose itself in the warrens beneath the city. Hundreds of eyes gazed at him, expressions hornier than Ki could have imagined.

"YOU!" the minotaur roared, one mighty finger pointed directly at the fox. "Get up here."

Ki's face flushed hot. He was suddenly conscious of his puny little erection, that wagged shamelessly between his legs as he stumbled toward the bar. So many tongues licked lips and muzzles at the sight that the sound was audible, a soft wet rasping. Ki shivered.

The minotaur's hand closed on Ki's ruff and hauled him onto the countertop. Ki was made to kneel there.

"How do you like our little club, bitch?" the minotaur asked in a loud voice.

What could he say? This was what he'd always wanted. This was what he'd lost Theo for. Tears welled in Ki's eyes.

"Theo, I'm so sorry. I was wrong. If only I could still be yours..." he thought.

"Fuck," the barkeeper whispered. "Don't cry. Whatever you do, don't you dare cry."

Ki understood immediately. Weeping would be an expression of real pain, and everything about the club was a game of fake pain and willing servitude. He would single-handedly shatter the illusion. He fought to hold back the tears.

"Pinch me," Ki whispered.

"What?" the minotaur murmured, scanning the crowd.

"Right above my ass. Works every time. Make it look like punishment for not answering."

Heavy fingers grabbed his flesh and twisted as they pinched.

"ANSWER MY QUESTION, YOU PATHETIC LITTLE WHORE!" the bartender snarled.

Shouts of agreement rose from the crowd.

Ki shuddered. His tears were seared away by a hot eruption of molten pleasure and pain that surged through him, dispelling weariness and regret. This was what he was. This was what he wanted. To be a slave to them. To all of them. Yes. YES! His cock surged back to full hardness and leaked a tiny drop of pre. The minotaur had pinched Ki in what he called his "sex spot," the one place that touch would always, always work. And SUCH a touch.

Ki gazed up at the bartender, smiling as crookedly as the muscled leather furs had smiled at him.

"I think I should have been born a Frenchman," Ki said.

The minotaur raised an eyebrow.

"And have you had enough?" he challenged.

Ki stood up on the countertop. He grabbed the leather straps that strained against the minotaur's bulging traps and pulled himself up into the bartender's arms. His lips closed on the bovine mouth. Cheers rose from the crowd.

"I think the bitch wants more!" the bartender yelled.

"YEAH!" the crowd roared in unison.

"I think the bitch wants his masters' cum!"

"YEAH!!"

"I THINK WE SHOULD WAKE UP PARIS!!" the minotaur bellowed.

He slammed the power cord back in place. The music burst out over the crowd in a demonic death metal roar.

Ki's eyes widened. It looked like an ancient Greek epic, with two sides slamming together and jostling each other to make the killing blow. Except that the only armor was sweat-soaked leather and the only spears were huge, hard cocks.

"Not you, boy," the bartender said.

"Huh?"

"You're not going back into the pit. Oh no. I've got some special clients for you."

Two men stepped up to the bar. They looked out of place. Neither wore anything kinkier than large black boots. One was a giant of a rhino who looked as if he worked in a steel mill. His white sleeveless shirt was skintight and stained with soot. His companion was a doberman. He had no doubt the dog was on some kind of muscle enhancing steroid. And the doberman wore the outfit of a policeman.

"That," the minotaur pointed to the rhino, "is the gentleman who owns the building we lease for our club. And that," he pointed to the doberman, "is the kind officer who patrols this neighborhood."

"This...this place isn't legal?"

That earned him a hard slap across the ears.

"Of course it is not legal, you stupid fox. So we shall expect you to make our guests happy, no?"

The minotaur tossed Ki onto the countertop. Ki rolled to avoid injury and rose up to his knees, eyeing the two large men coyly.

"Hello, boys," he said in a husky, seductive voice. God, he'd always wanted to say that.

They didn't answer. The rhino was smirking. Ki could see the thick bulge in his pants and he made no pretense at hiding what he was looking at. The doberman shoved Ki down on the countertop and held him there with one paw.

"Hands behind your back," he snarled.

Ki obeyed. He heard the jingle of metal and felt the cold steel of handcuffs being clipped around his wrist. Rhino brought out a tight leather collar with a chain leash. Ki whimpered, tail wagging. The leather was warm and tight around his neck. Rhino's thick fingers brushed his skin as it was strapped in place.

"Get up," Doberman ordered.

Ki struggled to get to his feet. He had to roll onto his side in order to put a foot underneath him and stand. He slid off the counter.

His captors led him past the countertop to a door set just left of the bar. One of the bouncers lumbered over and unlocked it.

"Make him scream," the bouncer wolf said in a soft growl, eyeing Ki.

Ki blew him a kiss before he was shoved into darkness.

The door slammed shut. They were in a natural cave. Someone had lit candles in a ring around the walls. Ki trembled, though the cave was comfortably warm. With the thickness of the walls and the blaring music outside, no one would hear him if he needed help. He was utterly at the mercy of the two huge men.

Rhino sneered at Ki.

"I dunno why you little perverts do this," he drawled in a bass voice, betraying his Australian origins, "I'm just glad you do."

"Leash him, Brick, don't talk to him," Doberman grumbled.

Brick snorted but did as he was told. The chain clipped to Ki's neck and hooked through a metal ring set into the stone wall. Ki saw other ones - a few in the ceiling, several more on the opposite walls. He wondered how many bondage slaves could fit in the grotto at any one time, or what this place had originally been used for.

"I get firsts," Brick declared.

"What?"

Brick loomed over the muscular doberman. The dog was so massive he rivaled Brick in pound for pound muscle, but Brick was a full foot taller.

"Who's building is this? If you can't wait your turn, then whip out your sausage and paw."

Doberman glared murderously up at Brick, but Ki suspected it was all an act. Good cop, bad cop situation. Brick would pretend to be his friend, while the doberman pretended to be the bad dog interested in nothing but rape.

Brick closed the distance with Ki, until Ki could see nothing else. With the rhino this close, Ki could smell the potent sweat that still clung to Brick like a second skin.

"So," Brick said, running a heavy finger across Ki's lips, "what would a pretty little fucktoy like you want from a tank like me, hey?"

Ki shivered and fell into his role happily. He shuddered and whimpered.

"Please...don't hurt me, sir," he begged.

"Shhhhhhh..." Brick pressed his huge, heavy bulk against Ki's body.

His hands stroked Ki's belly and slid between the fox's thighs. Ki inhaled the smell of the reeking shirt. Brick apparently hadn't changed his clothes or showered in days. It was the raw scent of maleness. His cock ached. He moaned again.

"Aw, what?" Brick teased. "Little fox like the way this rag smells?"

The rhino chuckled and backed away enough to yank off the shirt. Brick had the body of a power lifter. Massive, thick muscled arms wrapped in coils of veins. They weren't defined like a bodybuilders, but they were HUGE. His chest was a solid wall of hard flesh with thick nipples that looked so juicy Ki's mouth watered.

"Here ya go, take a nice drink of that," Brick said, and smeared his shirt against Ki's face.

Ki's groan echoed across the room.

Brick dropped the shirt. His huge arms wrapped around Ki's tiny body. Unbidden, Ki sought and found a nipple. He squeezed it between his lips and began to suck as if it were a tiny, miniature phallus.

"Yeah....worship my nipples, runt," Brick moaned.

Ki's paws jerked against their restraints. He longed to run them over those huge arms. Brick, playing the good guy, smiled and helped him out. Strong hands clamped onto Ki's wrists, The arms pressed, threatening to crush as the steel hard muscle flexed and rolled for Ki's pleasure.

Ki shivered and pressed his lips hard and wide over one huge bicep. He worked at it, his head swaying from side to side as he French-kissed the hard muscle like a lover while Brick slowly flexed it. The huge veins that ran over it were incredible. Ki ran the tip of his tongue up them.

"I love my master's veins," he whispered.

"Mmmm....master, eh? Maybe you should get on your knees like a good slave, then."

Ki dropped to his knees and strained at his leash. Brick's bulge brushed against his chin. He heard the rhino shudder.

"Down, boy," Brick murmured.

Ki smiled. He shoved his face hard against that thick bulge. His tongue began to rub on the rough jean material. Brick moaned.

"No, I meant DOWN."

Ki pressed his chest to the cold stone floor. His lips found the rhino's heavy black boot. He moaned, kissing it, running his tongue over the smooth surface. The boot moved, shoving Ki back to the wall. Brick's other foot slid free of its boot and moved forward. The huge, heavy, hot sole pressed to Ki's crotch.

"Oooooooh...master......" Ki groaned.

Brick's thick toes wriggled against his pubic fur. The heel ground on his balls. Ki yowled in lust, desperate to use his paws but unable to.

"All right, you've indulged him enough," Doberman snarled.

Brick backed off, leaving Ki whimpering softly.

"Shut up," the doberman said and slapped Ki casually across his nipples.

Ki shivered from the pain.

Slowly, Doberman unbuttoned his police shirt. He pressed his paws together and flexed his pecs. They swelled and pushed the shirt open. It was an incredibly sexy move. Ki drooled. The doberman's fingers caught the drool before it hit the ground and brought it to his chest, rubbing the spit into the fur as if it were oil.

"You want this, don't you, slave?"

Ki nodded.

"If I let you, do you promise to show proper respect for the law?"

Ki nodded again.

"Turn around then, slave."

"Huh?"

Another slap.

"I SAID TURN AROUND, YOU PATHETIC BITCH!"

Ki obeyed this time. He heard the doberman chuckle. He heard a zipper sliding down. With a rush of air, the doberman's paw slapped his ass hard.

"Lift that goddamn tail!"

Ki raised his tail and spread his legs.

"I thought you were gonna let him feel your pecs, babe," Brick said, puzzled.

"He is," Doberman sneered, "when I grind them against his fucking head as I rape him."

"Aha," Ki thought with a wicked mental chuckle, "he likes rape fantasies."

"NO!" Ki yelled, and pretended to struggle frantically against his restraints.

That gave him Doberman's full attention. The huge dog must have dreamed of a consensual rape situation in his cop uniform for years. His paw grabbed Ki's collar.

"Oh yes, bitch! And there's nothing you can do about it!"

"No, please, I'm just an innocent, helpless little fox."

Doberman snarled and gripped him with his muscular thighs. Ki wriggled and wormed his upper body, struggling, forcing Doberman to use his far superior strength to hold Ki in place.

"I'm gonna make you think you're a virgin again," Doberman whispered in his ear.

Ki grabbed Doberman's paws and slid them forward, to his own cock and balls.

"Make my day, you dog."

There was nothing gentle about it. The doberman bodybuilder policeman took him hard and fast, almost vicious. Dull canine fangs gripped his neck. Paws crushed his cock and balls, squeezing them. Ki shrieked and screamed, whimpered and fought while he was pounded. His fake struggles drove Doberman absolutely wild.

"Grrrrrrr...you like this, you little fucking whore," he grunted.

"Fuck," Brick moaned. He was rubbing his massive hard-on with one huge hand in his pants. "I gotta join in, mate."

"Take his front then, his ass is mine!" Doberman panted.

Ki knew exactly how to draw Brick in. He gazed up at the rhino, eyes wide, the very picture of innocence lost.

"Master..." he whimpered, "save me."

It was too much for the rhino. He bellowed and ripped open his pants. Ki stared at what lay inside. Brick's cock was only six inches long, fully hard. But it was close to seven inches wide at the base. And his testicles were the size of baseballs, covered in thick black fur. Ki shamelessly opened his mouth wide.

"Here," Brick crooned, "lose yourself in this."

He pressed Ki's muzzle to the base of his ballsac. The heavy balls rolled against Ki's eyes, the cock throbbing between his ears. Ki inhaled the overpowering stench of crotch musk. His tongue slid out and began to lick it.

Back in the main room, the crowd was growing to a fever pitch. The bartender slowly rubbed a hand over the python of a cock visible sliding up one leg beneath his leather as he watched. This was a good night. He'd seen it all so many times, but sometimes it still managed to plunge him into rut. He was startled when he saw the big wolf bouncer from the inner gate walking over to him.

"Trouble?" he asked, and stopped stroking.

"Yes, I'm afraid there is."

The wolf smiled. "There's a fire in your pants, and I'm here to put it out."

The minotaur groaned. This was against the rules. If the police showed up....

"Fuck it, who cares?" he snarled. "C'mere."

Their huge muscled bodies intertwined in an instant. The wolf's spiked leather harness dug into the bull's flesh as they kissed.

"Rrrrrrrr...get down on your knees and take care of me," the minotaur murred in the guard's ear.

"You got it, stud," the wolf said.

The minotaur's leather straps snapped. His cock bobbed into the open air, but it didn't remain there for long before a panting muzzle clamped onto it. The bartender mooed and began to hump.

In the private slave cavern, three furs groaned in the midst of the most incredible sex they'd ever had. Ki was playing the doberman like a musical instrument. He knew all too well what he was expected to do as a "victim," and he did everything with masterful performance. Doberman was literally frothing at the corners of his mouth as he fucked Ki's ass while Ki screamed for him to stop, to have mercy, to kill him and be done with it.

And then Ki would look at Brick's sweaty, stinking muscle-bound body as if noticing it was still there, and with a little moan, he would bury his muzzle against a new part and taste it some more.

Ki let Brick shove his huge balls into his mouth where he could cup them with his lips and tongue, worshipping their heaviness. He spooned the rhino's huge ass, cleaned his pits while the massive arms flexed and pinned him inside. Finally, huffing, nostrils flared, Brick knelt to Ki's eye level.

"You hot fox," he groaned. He clamped his huge hands onto Ki's cheeks. "You fucking hot fox."

They kissed. Ki had never kissed a rhino before. The rhino's lips were twice as flexible as that of a horse, and they did things Ki didn't think lips capable of. The tongue was thick and short, slightly pointed, but felt incredible as he sucked it down his throat.

Brick reached behind Ki's back and snapped the chain between the cuffs as if it were tape.

Ki wasted no time in rubbing his fingers deep, deep into those gorgeous power lifter arms, massaging the rhino's shoulders, then sliding up the back of his veined neck to caress the little ears.

That sent Brick over the edge. He bellowed and grabbed his thick shaft. A slow fountain of white cream began to ooze out. Ki grabbed the rhino's waist and drew him close. Brick cummed again, and this time the gism landed on Ki's face. Gloriously thick and with a scent that reminded Ki of sea brine.

Doberman howled and came in his ass. The feeling was so incredible that Ki yowled along with him. Brick's mouth clamped onto the fox's shaft before Ki's orgasm was wasted.

Ki came like he never had in his life. Wave upon wave upon wave, pleasure growing exponentially until Ki was nearly unconscious.

It was the trigger. From there, climax hit the main room of the club. The bartender bellowed as his wolf guard bitch sucked greedily at his seed, hand gripping the countertop. Like the tremors before an earthquake, the shivers of climax began to tremble through the crowd. They built, held, then shattered. The air erupted in spurts of seed. Cum spattered to the ceiling, oozed down the columns and the walls, covered the floor.

Men hurled each other to the ground, wrestling in it, kissing and biting and scratching like beasts while their cocks erupted within each other. The sound was like Noah's Ark run amok, an entire zoo fucking and cumming at once, like some unholy scene from a vision of hell brought to terrible, wonderful life.

With a trembling hand, the minotaur bartender turned off the music. The air became filled with groans, murrs, sighs, kisses. He smiled down at the wolf guard. The guard grinned and gave him a sultry wink before standing.

"Anybody hurt?" the wolf asked in a loud voice.

No one raised their paw.

The guard grinned. "Everybody happy?"

On any given night, there were always one or two who hadn't managed to get off with the rest, or who were close to a second, third, or fourth round. When it happened, they became the collective center of attention. Everyone around them would turn to them, and in an instant, they would find themselves not with two to four lovers, but with an entire roomful.

But not tonight. Tonight had been perfect. The bartender stood and turned as the side door opened. First out was Brick, carrying his shirt in one hand. Then came Doberman, with his paws still gently resting on Ki's shoulders.

The minotaur smiled. The fox was still conscious. He would be sore as hell the next morning, but this was one bitch who had taken everything Luxuria could dish out and could still walk.

Ki met the gaze of the wolf bouncer. The wolf shook his head, and put his paws together in a slow clap. The bartender joined him. And before Ki could blink, the entire room was standing and applauding for him. For HIM. The bartender lifted him up onto the countertop, and the room erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Fox! Fox! Fox! Fox!"

Ki turned at a touch to his leg. The minotaur held up a crystal glass full of French red wine. He held one in his hand. Ki grinned. He raised his glass to the crowd and drank with the bartender.

Sunlight pierced Ki's eyes like daggers the next morning. One of the wolf bouncers had escorted him back to the hotel. Part of their job, the wolf explained. Ki asked the wolf what he name was. The wolf shook his head. Strict anonymity was part of Luxuria's policy. Men could invent names for themselves to use in the club if they chose. But those names stayed in the club, they were never ever used in the real world.

Ki tried to sit up and groaned. He could barely move. Every muscle ached, and some places were even more painful, places Ki didn't care to name. His flight left that evening. How the hell could he pack like this?

There was a soft knock at his door.

"Oui?" Ki called groggily.

"Monsieur? It is Ansel."

"Come on in."

Ansel was dressed in the new vest he'd bought the day before. He turned in a slow circle, his tails swishing about his waist.

"What do you think?"

"Perfect, as usual. Everything looks perfect on you."

Ansel blushed.

"You praise me too much, monsieur."

"Can I offer you a drink?" Ki asked.

Ansel's smile was coy.

"I know that look in your eyes, monsieur. You went to the club last night, non? I would be delighted to accept a drink from you, but knowing what your present condition must be, I will help myself."

Ansel poured himself coffee. He offered Ki a cup, which Ki accepted gratefully.

"How was it?" Ansel asked.

"Indescribable," Ki said.

Ansel chuckled.

"I do not have your skill with English. That is a better word than any I would have thought of."

He sipped his coffee.

"What will you do now?" Ansel asked.

Ki sighed.

"I don't know. Go back to the States, pick up my job again."

"Do you have someone?"

Ki's eyes lowered. So did his ears.

"I did. Not anymore."

Ansel's paw was soft on his.

"I am sorry, monsieur. Forgive my rudeness."

"It's okay. And you, Ansel? I suppose you've got a boyfriend. I don't know how anyone as gorgeous as you could be single."

Ansel blushed again.

"Non, I do not. Only my wonderful boys at Luxuria. And alas, they are only good for one thing."

Something clicked in Ki's head.

"You're not just another patron, are you, Ansel? You're....you're the owner. Luxuria is your club."

Ansel gave him another coy smile and put a finger to his lips.

Ki's heart was pounding. He wanted to ask Ansel something, but it was crazy. Absolutely crazy.

"Ansel, I know we've only just met. But...what do you think of me, honestly?"

Ansel considered him.

"You are a courteous man. A bit shy, perhaps. You are well groomed and good-looking. You are not rich, but you are no pauper. My wolves tell me you were quite a hit at the club. You must be almost French in bed."

It was Ki's turn to blush.

"Why ask me this, monsieur?" Ansel said softly.

"I...oh God, this is crazy..."

Ansel's paw slid gently up his arm.

"Is it so crazy? Perhaps it is. But then, when is love ever rational?"

Ki met Ansel's eyes. Such beautiful, gentle eyes.

"Would you....could you...ever consider me as...as a mate?" Ki asked.

"Yes," Ansel whispered, his fingers brushing Ki's cheek. "And a thousand times, yes."

Ki shuddered. He felt tears prick his eyes.

"You don't even know my name," Ki protested.

"But I know your heart, dear fox," Ansel murmured. "We kitsune can read a man's heart. And yours is a good one."

"My name is Ki."

Ansel pressed his lips gently to Ki's.

"Je t'aime, Ki," Ansel said gently.

Tears ran down Ki's cheeks. Ansel tenderly licked them away.

"But I have to go back home," Ki whimpered.

Ansel's paw found his.

"You are home, Ki. My home is large enough. It is yours. And I am yours."

"But I'd be illegal. No visa, no green card or whatever you use in France."

"I have friends who will take care of it all for you, mon cher. And in the mean time, there is one place you could work."

Ki's eyes widened.

"Luxuria?" he cried.

"Of course. We have only one bartender at the moment, and he is becoming overworked as we grow in popularity. Or perhaps you would care to be the...what is the word...the disk jockey."

"I...but what about...the other guys? I mean...I'm not big at all. I don't look good in leather. And I don't know if I could maintain a professional distance with so many hot muscled furs all...well, you know."

Ansel laughed, light and musical.

"My dear Ki, did you think it was the sort of bar where the staff keep a professional distance? As for what to wear, you leave that to me. As you have said, I have impeccable taste. Something in fishnet, I think. And we will have to change your fur style. Perhaps pierce your ear. After all, if you are not going to resist the patrons, then we should make you irresistible, non?"

Ki laughed. He wiped more tears from his eyes. He laughed again.

"Then...I can go back there? On my off hours?"

Ansel shook his head and pinched Ki's rump.

"You little slut! Of course you may, but give yourself some time to heal."

"What about you?" Ki asked.

Ansel's coy smile returned. He didn't answer. Instead, he gently put a paw to Ki's waist and bent his head. Their lips met, and seemed to melt together. Ansel's tongue in his mouth was as smooth as butter. Heat swelled in Ki's body as the kiss lingered. This was French kissing the way it was meant to be done.

"Our boys in leather are the athletes," Ansel murmured seductively. "But I am an artist."

"Oh, Ansel..." Ki moaned.

The sun rose over the Seine. It struck the Eiffel Tower, turning it from predawn iron to morning brass. The scents of fresh bread and flowers wafted through the open window, stirring the curtains lazily while in the distance, cafe music touched the breeze.

And on the soft white linen sheets, two foxes joined and moved in a dance Paris had known since first she was called the city of love.