The Hell I Won't...
A joke turns into a Dare, turns into a great show for the club and a bonus for the band.
"You're not gonna do it. There's no way".
"The Hell Won't. You buy me two tequilas and I'll soooo do it," Roxan returned to the hansom buck seated next to him.
"You want me to buy you two drinks so you can go up on stage and suck some OTHER guys dick?" The other guy in question was a grey wolf that was playing guitar and singing lead for whatever band was currently playing in the 5 Star Saloon.
"That's right, and if I'll do that to him in front of all these people, just think what I'll do to you tonight when it's just the two of us". Roxan grinned at the buck he'd been flirting and drinking with for the better part of the last hour, giving him the full force of his pale ice blue eyes.
The eight point buck chewed his lower lip and took a hissing breath as if he was about to say no to Roxan's proposal, but the 9th point that was growing between his legs told the real story. "Alright", he conceded. He flagged down a bartender, "two shots of Patron for my friend here".
"Nah Nah, fuck Patron, make it Jose Cuervo".
"Wait wait, I offer you Patron and you turn it down for Jose?" The buck looked understandably shocked.
"You can say what you want about Patron, but nothing gives you balls like Cuervo". _ And fuck am I going to need some balls for this..._
It had started as a joke. Roxan had made a comment about how hot the guitarist was with his grey fur, big muscles and silver nipple ring. Jordan, the buck, then said something about how he probably had a matching one on his cock. And the next thing Roxan knew he was boasting that he would like to suck that lupine cock, ring and all, in front of the whole crowd. It probably would have ended there but the buck had laughed and said that a little leopard like Roxan was way to pussy to try anything that bold.
Whick brings us back to here, the bartender pouring two shots of Jose Cuervo in that friendly yet hurried and uninterested manner that most bartenders adapt on a busy Saturday night.
"Cheers puss, let's see you put your lips where your mouth is". The fucking buck just kept egging him on. It set Roxan's blood on fire, igniting his competitive nature. It pissed him off but at the same time it was probably why the buck was going to get into his pants tonight, even though he was just a buck.
"Keep the tab open, if we owe them money they might not kick us out if this goes sour", Roxan said with a cavalier attitude towards breaking rules and laws that he had gained over three year career dealing drugs. He licked a line of salt off his hand, threw back two shots of tequila and bit into his slice of lime, spiting it out at the buck as a final 'fuck you!' before hopping off his stool and making his way towards the stage.
Calling it a stage was generous. It was a platform raised maybe two feet off the ground and shoved against the far wall of the bar. The band playing was some no name local talent who were currently working their way through a rendition of 'Sugar we're going down'. That made him smile. Every time he herd that song he was reminded of a short story he read ages ago on Yiffstar.com, about a tiger who sang karaoke to this song and shot himself during the final verse after seeing an old girlfriend with her new bf, even though he was gay...weird story but it stuck with him.
Roxan felt the fire growing in his belly and knew the tequila was working its magic, nothing brought out the gay in the 23 year old bisexual like his old friend Jose. As he crossed the sparsely populated dance floor his eyes fixed on his prey and his head bobbing to the music, doing his best to stay in the moment and not think about how he might get turned down, or kicked out, or beat up by some bouncer for rushing the stage. Instead he thought about how the grey furred wolf was only wearing loose hanging torn up jeans, no shirt, no shoes, no problem. And how those loose fitting jeans were being pulled tight around his midsection and what that must mean.
He was almost at the stage, this was it, no turning back no hesitation, go big or go home, another worn out Cliché... He had a flash of the Buck's face grinning at him with is doubtful smile, and knew he could do this. He took three quick steps and hopped up onto the stage, locking eyes with the wolf and dragging a clawed hand along his chest as he circled around behind his prey. The wolf held his gaze and never missed a beat while singing Down down in an earlier round, And sugar we're going down swinging...
_ _ Roxan's voice was a low confident purr when he whispered into the Singers ear, "Would it distract you too much if I went DOWN down on you, right here, on stage". He was talking to the wolf, but his eyes were on the buck, giving him a mischievous grin before moving in to nibble on the wolf's ear.
The wolf kept singing, letting Roxan nibble his ear and caress his bare chest as he got to the last verse of his song,
I'll be your number one with a bullet, a loaded Gun complex... he turned his face to Roxan, the entire band stopping dead... Cock it and Suck it.
_ _ He had that same, I don't think your going to do it, smile as the buck. Roxan was a lot of things he usually didn't admit to openly, drug dealer, bottom, gay...but he was not a liar. Being called out for a second time on the same bet Roxan had no other choice but to go through with it. He gave the guitarist a lick on the muzzle and then took him for a full kiss. Pushing his tongue into the wolf and letting him know who was in charge of this situation, while sliding his body around to the wolfs front. Roxan played his paws through the fur on the wolf's chest, extending his claws and raking them down his front until one caught on the wolfs ring.
The wolf let out a hiss and a shudder, and Roxan broke their kiss to bend down in front of the toned muscular lead singer. Kissing his way down the wolf's chest and giving another tug at his ring before unhooking his claws to undo the wolfs zipper.
The wolf gave a howl and a laugh, "Let's do it Boys!" and with that they dove into 'Bad Girlfriend' by T.O.A.D. And the Bar cheered, whether for the song or the show, no one could say.
MY girlfriend's a dick magnet,
_ My girlfriend's gotta have it...._
Roxan undid the Wolf's zipper just as the song started, appropriate, he thought to himself. The lead singer really was wearing nothing but pants and as soon as his zipper came down, his thick sheath popped out. The wolf's head was already sticking out, and Roxan wasted no time diving onto it. He locked his lips around the tapered red tip and sucked at it gently, swiping his tongue across it to make it slowly come out of its fuzzy white hiding place. The singer's wolfhood grew quickly into Roxan's mouth, reaching the back of his tongue before he had to pull back or risk choking on stage.
Roxan bobbed his head up and down on the wolf's shaft; no way I'll do it huh? He got more satisfaction out of sticking it to the buck than he did from actually sucking off the wolf. Not to say that he didn't enjoy it, he just loved to spite people more than almost anything in the world.
_ She likes to shake her aAss,_ So did Roxan.
_ She like grinds it to the beat,_ So did Roxan.
She like to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth,
The Wolf grabbed Roxan by the head fur and bobbed his head up and down on his cock, letting his band mates pick up the beat while he focused solely on the leopard Working his shaft.
Roxan let the wolf man handle him, and finally gave way to his submissive side. His own shaft grew hard and pressed against his jeans, forcing him to readjust his sitting position. He knelt in front of the wolf, shaking his ass with his tail held high and doing his best to bob his head in time with the hand that held him firmly by the hair. He heard the crowd cheering, louder than before. People were moving from the bar to the stage to get a better view of the show. And Roxan loved it. The more people cheered the harder he sucked on the lupine's shaft, the deeper he went until that tapered tip was bumping against the back of his throat. He reached a hand into the wolf's jeans to search for the crown jewels, and found them hanging thick and heavy. He massaged them with on hand and worked up and down the wolfs shaft with his other. He closed two fingers around the base of the wolfs shaft, squeezing tight he rubbed back and forth in rapid succession, right where his knot would form.
Roxan pulled back against the wolf hand until only his tip was in his mouth, he sucked and milked that tip, using his tongue to spread it open and lick inside. The wolf moaned...
MY girlfriend's a dick Magneee--.
My Girlfriend's Gotta Have IT!
The wolfs knot was growing with each pass Roxan's hand made over it, spreading his hand wider and wider until Roxan had to forgo the wolf's dangling orbs and use both hands to keep pressure on his knot.
The wolf was getting close now, he was straining to keep singing, and his Guitar had been long forgotten. He tightened his grip on Roxan's hair, tring to pull him back onto his shaft, but Roxan wouldn't go. Roxan let the Wolf pull his hair, but used his arms to keep himself just on the Wolf's tip. He could feel it growing bigger in his mouth with every lick he gave it, every time he sucked on it a little pre came out, and every time he licked his tongue into the opening of thatlupine cock, the wolfs hipsthrust foreward, only to be stopped by Roxans outstretched arms. Roxan was in control here. _ the word Power Bottom comes to mind._
Roxan was loving playing with the wolf. Sucking his cock, and stroking his Knot, but never giving him enough to cum. He was driving the wolf wild. He didn't even need to stoke his knot anymore, just hold his hands still and tight and the wolf's panicked thrusts were doing the rest. He was bobbing with the wolfs thrusts, keeping its cock in his mouth and denying it that last bit that he needed to cum.
The crowd was getting wild, "Fuck HIM!" they yelled, and "Give it to him". They all assumed that the wolf was in a position to decide. But Roxan knew, and the wolf knew.
The song was almost over, the Guitar solo in full swing. When Roxan looked up at the wolf, the grin was gone. It was replaced by a look of pure lust, a look of need, a look of desperation.
"Please!" he whined, putting both hands on Roxan's head trying to push the Leopard onto his cock. That's what he had been waiting for, for the wolf to beg.
Roxan dove onto the wolf's shaft, opening his throat and letting it slide deeper than ever before. When his nose touched the wolf's Knot, he squeezed with both hands, Hard.
The Wolf howled! and came, a torrent of rich hot cum spilling from his tortured tip and gushing down Roxan's throat. The Leopard swallowed as fast as he could but wolf cum still managed to gush out between his lips and out his snout. It burned and he wanted to pull off, but the wolf held him down on his pulsing wolfhood as more and more cum emptied from those heavy orbs still tucked in his jeans.
Finally Roxan had to tap the singer's leg to let him know he needed air, and the wolf reluctantly withdrew, sending a few last spurts across his tongue while Roxan knelt there and gasped for breath.
Roxan looked up at the wolf who was looking down at him, his eyes had gone hazy with afterglow, but he smiled appreciatively down at the cum covered Leopard in front of him. "There's an after party at my place, you should cum" he said, slurring his words slightly through ragged pants, "I know the rest of the band would love to get to know you".
"Thanks for the invite," Roxan purred licking his lips and swallowing the last of the grey wolf's cum. "But I've had my fill of wolf, right now I'm in the mood for Venison".
End
Author's Note: short story I though up while checking out the night life in Downtown Reno. Anyone in the area?