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I cut him off, "Why don't we have our next drink up in my room?"

The young husky in front of me stammers and finally stops talking. His bright eyes are focused nervously on the bar, mouth opening and closing as he tries to decide whether or not he should apologize. I take the brief moment of stillness and silence to look over the boy once more, eyes darting up and down his body. I pay particular attention to his face, carefully determining his personality through discreet mannerisms, movements, and expressions. I don't need to, I could tell who and what he was the moment he sat next to me at the bar.

He bites his lip as I watch him try to decide whether or not this was such a good idea. His eyes close and I can practically hear his brain screaming through thoughts and decisions, reasons and worries. His soft pink fur bristles across his face, the skin beneath turning hot and bright red. He opens and closes his mouth once more, and I finally see the muscles in his jaw set as his decision is made. My eyes narrow with a cool smile.

"I- I don't... I'm not normally-" he tries to look at me again but can't help but look away, which only makes my smile colder. I stand, and cut off his words once more,

"Come along then."

His eyes stay focused on the floor the entire walk, trying to not look back at me as I follow him to the elevator. I scan my eyes along his back, bottom and legs, taking in every inch of lithe muscle and coiled tension. His exaggerated curled tail is a particular point I focus on, reeling at the obvious showmanship. Mating plumage.

The elevator opens and I step inside the cold metal box with him. The door closes and I stay in front of it, facing him, blocking any exit. I still hold the same cool smile of anticipation, crossing my arms across my chest and leaning back against the cold metal. I close my eyes, almost purring at the soothing coolness. I press the button for the 12th floor and then watch him once more.

As the elevator starts to move he looks up at me from the floor. His eyes are wet and nervous, constantly darting from my eyes to other places on my face, "Normally I'm not like this... I've never really done this before." His voice is quiet and strained, trembling slightly. He looks at the floor of the elevator again, his hands fidgeting together as he tries to find a place to put them.

I'm silent for only a moment before I take two long steps across the elevator. I waste no time and roughly press him against the wall of the elevator, taking his mouth in mine and kissing him furiously. His whimpering only increases my furor, as does the swelling I can feel pressing against my front. I pull away but only just enough that he can see my face. "Don't lie to me. We both know what you've done before." I give him a ruthless grin and teasingly lick the tip of his nose. He is silent now, almost panting, his eyes holding a foggy dreaminess and infatuation I was looking for. I've taken charge now.

The elevator slows and stops, the doors opening slowly behind me. I stay standing in front of the exit, watching him, teeth bared in a playful, but dangerous grin. I slowly step aside, giving him only enough room to squeeze past me. I make sure he feels my breath on his face as he passes.

The room is simple and clean, well kept by the hotel staff. My belongings are packed neatly, bags set beside the single bed in the room. On the cupboard sits a thin, tall bottle of red wine, condensation dripping and shining in the dim lamp light. Beside it are two clear wine glasses. I walk over, picking a piece of ice from the bucket sitting beside the bottle, and slowly put it into my mouth.

I chew the ice and swallow, licking the cool water from my fingertips before turning to face him once more. He is standing nervously in the doorway, looking around the room but purposefully not at me. I walk over to him, my smile not quite so cold, but playful, and gently scratch the fur at the top of his chest above the neck of his shirt. "Pour us some wine while I clean up." He blushes but nods quickly, and I leave him to it.

I move to the bathroom and close the door. I leave it unlocked, but I know he is far too submissive to ever bother trying to start something. I give myself a small moment of nervous excitement, watching my face flush in the mirror. My heart is beating quickly, breath coming in hot bursts. I close my eyes, regain my composure, and start to breathe normally.

My feline features are all cool and controlled once more, and I take my time primming and prepping for what is to come. I brush my fur slowly and evenly, the distinct black markings almost shining against the orange base. I slowly undress, appreciating the work I put into my body and image, taught firm muscle barely accentuating a thin strong frame. I brush my teeth, check my hair, and quickly shower. I dry myself but only enough to keep myself from dripping on the floor, my fur still damp. The brushing I had done before kept my fur neat and tidy, the dampness mussing it only slightly, somehow improving the cool, controlled look of before.

I slowly pull on a thin, white robe, tying it around my waist. I look in the mirror one more time, put on my most confident expression, and grin wickedly at my reflection. Time for some fun.

As I leave the bathroom I'm immediately brought to a halt upon seeing my new toy kneeling on the floor in front of the hotel bed. In front of him is a dark red stain, small but very apparent, that he is working vigorously to try and remove. I simply stand and wait for him to notice me, arms crossed in front of my chest, eyes narrowing into a slight glare. He continues to work on the stain but it's not coming out. His face is red, eyes wet. He bites his lip in frustration and continues to scrub.

I clear my throat and his entire body freezes. He closes his eyes but doesn't look up to my face, his entire body rigid and unmoving from his position. I lean against the door frame and watch him silently for a few moments. He opens his mouth a few times but can't say anything. "That comes out of my damage deposit, you know."

He bursts onto his feet, rushing over to me his eyes full of guilt. He reaches his arms out, almost wanting to grab my shoulders but deciding not to. "I... I... The bottle, when I took out the cork... I'm trying to clean it. I'm so sorry, I am so clumsy... please just give me a minute I think I can get it out!"

I watch him stumble around his words, his eyes constantly moving from the floor at my feet to the floor and stain in front of the bed. He closes his eyes again, clenching his hands into fists at his sides, chin pressed into his chest in embarrassment and frustration. His body freezes once again as my hand reaches up and grabs his chin. I force him to look at my face, holding eye contact the entire time, my lips curled into a slight smile, but eyes hard and purposeful.

"You're going to make it up to me, aren't you?" An order, not a question.

He stands there frozen, his mouth slightly open. I keep my eyes locked on his until he has no choice but to look away, his cheeks flushing beneath his soft pink fur, face and chest slightly damp with sweat from his scrubbing. I let go of his chin with a low chuckle and turn away from him, walking to the large plush arm chair sitting beside the hotel window. He is watching me intently, still standing in front of the bathroom door where I left him. The way his eyes shine with nervousness, the tightness coiled in his muscles ready to flee, his uncertainty, all remind me of a creature determining threat. After a few moments he turns to face me fully, still looking at the floor, holding an arm across his chest. "What... what will you have me do?"

The acceptance of his role sends a shockwave through me, making the fur on my neck and back stand on end, prickling and tickling along my arms. Standing next to the chair I quickly sit down, saving my dignity from the weakness growing in my legs. I watch him like a bird of prey, slowly licking my lips as I lean back into the chair. "Undress." I say simply.

His skin beneath his fur immediately flushes a bright red as he looks up at me and then down again. After a few moments of hesitation his trembling hands begin to work, slowly peeling the tight sleeveless shirt from his body. His body is well toned and slightly muscular, the faint outline of abdominal muscles flexing slightly as his arms lift over his head, pulling the shirt away. His soft pink fur changes to an off white on his chest, messy after removing his shirt. He absently rubs his chest, smoothing the fur downward.

He pauses for a few moments; I can see the muscles in his face tensing as he grits his teeth. He lets out a nervous sigh, his breath shaking out of his lungs, and starts to take off his pants. His pants are just as tight as his shirt, thin black leather hugging to every curve of his crotch, bottom and legs. As he unzips the fly I stop him, "Turn around."

He pauses again and then turns around slowly until his back is facing me. As he starts removing his pants he is noticeably slower, taking his time. I grin wickedly, knowing he's starting to get comfortable. As he bends over, trying to pull the tight pants from his legs, I growl under my breath and watch the movements of his bottom, the way his tail twitches with effort as he tugs his foot from each pant leg. He stays facing away from me as he then pulls down his underwear- simple black tight shorts.

"Lift that tail, show me that ass," I growl, and his tail lifts slowly. I click my tongue and purr before settling back into the lounge chair. "Now turn around."

The comfort he has falters as he starts to turn, his hands beginning to fidget as a flush races across his face and chest. As he begins to face me completely he looks away from me, eyes closed, biting his lip in embarrassment.

The sight of his rock-hard cock pushes shockwaves through me once again, starting in my chest and ending in my curled toes. Solid black and shimmering with wetness, it throbs slightly, pulsing up and down with his rapid heartbeat. Drips of precum fall onto the carpet but I don't care. I lick my lips again, eyeing his body hungrily. "Bring that cock over here, let me see."

He can't help but whimper, and as he does I close my eyes and roll my head back, relishing the sound. I watch him walk over to me, his cock bouncing with every step, which only makes him blush harder. He stands a few feet from me, but all I need to do is glare at him for him to move closer, throbbing cock only inches from my face. I take a finger, placing it on the underside and lifting slightly. His balls are the perfect size, and held tight and hard against his body in his excitement. I slowly run my finger along the length and hear him whimper again. "Chomping at the bit, aren't you?"

He nods without saying anything and I smile, "If you're a good boy I'll take care of you." He gulps and nods again. It is time to begin.

I untie the robe and open it, revealing my naked body beneath, sighing at the freedom and comfort. His eyes are instantly drawn to my equally hard cock and he bites his lips again, his eyes glazing over into hungry intent. I look up at him, grabbing my shaft in my hand and squeezing. "You want this don't you?"

"Yes." he whispers softly, gulping down air, hot breath heaving from his mouth.

I narrow my eyes and grin wickedly, "Well then? Get on with it."

He doesn't need another word, and quickly drops to his knees in front of me. Reaching over I grab one of the full wine glasses from the end table, sipping on it slowly as I watch him barely contain his need. I spread my legs wider and lean back in the chair, resting my arms comfortably. He takes the invitation and timidly wraps his fingers around my shaft. His paws are soft and gentle as he begins to stroke easily along its length. I purr, lean my head back, and close my eyes.

I can feel his hot breath washing over my crotch as his strokes become faster and more deliberate. Soon I feel his tongue, lapping slowly along the head, wrapping around it and then sliding down. He takes my balls into his mouth with little pause, sucking slowly. I groan quietly and push my hips upward, wanting more. He senses my desire and pulls both into his mouth, rolling them across his tongue, tugging with his lips. I continue to purr as his hands and mouth trade places. His tongue is now wrapping around my shaft, licking upwards and back again, over and over. His hands fondle and roll my balls, pulling on them with a little more force, squeezing with more pressure.

And suddenly I am in his mouth. I open my eyes so I can watch his head bob up and down as he works. He begins to moan slightly, and the vibrations running through his lips onto my shaft send shivers across the back of my neck. I let him continue at his own pace, the pressure and suction slowly increasing over time. He gasps and pulls his head back, precum glistening on his lips. His eyes are closed and he heaves for breath, licking the cum from his lips. He starts again, but this time I watch as he begins to stroke his own cock, unable to handle to need building inside of him. I quickly kick his arm away and he stops instantly. He looks up at me, and I can see his eyes begging. I ignore him and close my eyes once more and he continues.

With renewed effort he takes the entire length into his mouth and throat. As I feel the muscles of his throat constrict and expand over and over again my body starts to tremble. I growl and grab the back of his hair, squeezing it in my fist. I shove his head downward, forcing him to take it all again, my hips starting to move on their own. I slowly roll my hips, sliding my cock in and out of his throat.

He accepts my control easily enough, taking a breath only when I allow it. I continue to push the envelope, making him swallow me for longer and longer until I finally let him pull back and heave for air. He gasps and sputters, but the moment I feel he's gotten his breath I force his head downward again, shoving myself back into his mouth and down his throat. His eyes open wide as I start to forcefully drive my cock in and out of his mouth. His eyes roll back and he tries to moan, only a muffled gurgling escaping from his lips. I thrust harder, gritting my teeth and growling loudly. As his breath begins to wane his eyes go wide again, but I don't stop. I see the panic begin to well up in his eyes, but he doesn't try to stop me. "Uhh! Good boy!" I roar, now bucking my hips and shoving his head downward at the same time. I can feel my ecstasy reaching a peak, and I also feel him reaching the limit of his strength, his throat closing tighter and tighter around me as he tries to draw in a breath.

I groan loudly and push up with my hips once more, spilling my cum deep in his throat. He coughs and gags but swallows eagerly, his tongue licking out and down along my balls. I shiver and groan again, pulling his hair so hard he yelps and has to pull back. He gasps for air and collapses on the floor, cum still spilling from his mouth. He lays there, heaving for breath, eyes closed, licking the cum from his lips and jaw. I shudder at the sight of how pitiful he is and collapse back into the chair, slowly stroking my satisfied member.

He sits up slowly, his head hanging, hair a mess. He is still gasping for air, but looks over to me expectantly, his mouth open, tongue hanging out as he pants and pants. I smile, "Yes... good boy." He smiles, almost confidently, and leans back on his arms, his dick still engorged and throbbing. He looks over to me again, and then down at his own, biting his lip once more. I know what he wants, and I smirk, running my foot along the length of his cock. "Ohh... he's going to have to wait a little longer. We're not finished yet."

He looks over at me first with surprise and then with dismay. "Please..." the word I wanted to hear.

"Please?"

"Please..." he breathes, almost soundlessly, "Please I need it..."

I chuckle haughtily and pull my foot away, leaving him wanting

"But I'm not finished yet." I say simply. The look of disappointment that flashes across his face is like ecstasy to me.

He crawls over to me, looking up at my face. He is still panting but has mostly regained his strength. "Don't worry, pet, this will be easier on you." I run my hand along his muzzle and he nuzzles it warmly, not looking away from my eyes. I sit back again and pull my legs up, resting each one over an arm of the chair, pushing my balls and ass into the air. My chin is pressed into my chest so I can watch as his eyes travel from my balls to my asshole, and then back to me. I only nod, saying nothing.

He closes his eyes and runs his long tongue along my balls down to my asshole. He prods at it gently with the tip, circling around the rim and then to the center again. I purr and start to tremble, fingers gripping the fabric of the chair. He continues to tease and tickle, kissing across it, lapping on my balls, breathing heavily. Soon his tongue is pushing more forcefully, widening and forcing itself against me. He pushes with more and more force, running his tongue around it over and over. I can feel the cum and spit from his tongue dripping down my ass, I can feel his hot breath against my taint. I can't keep my eyes open anymore as my head rolls back into the chair.

As the tip of his tongue enters me I let out a heavy breath followed by a loud groan. My cock instantly fills with life again, throbbing with such intensity I can't help but begin stroking and fondling. His lips and tongue continue to work against my ass as I start to work harder on my shaft, shoving from the base to the tip, squeezing harder, moving faster. He can sense my need and begins to work faster. He moves away from my ass for a moment to suck forcefully on my balls, pulling them into his mouth and squeezing with his tongue. I groan loudly, unable to help myself, and thrust my hips upward, now working on my shaft as fast as I can. "Keep going," I groan, eyes squeezing shut.

He does as he is told and moves his attention back to my asshole. He starts softly again but I growl and push my ass against his face. He opens his mouth and shoves his tongue against it easily, forcing the tip once again inside. It is all I need, and I feel my body convulse and shudder as I cum again. I squeeze my shaft and growl over and over, feeling the hot liquid spurt out and splash across my chest and stomach. I continue to stroke, forcing more and more out of me.

Finally my body relaxes and I groan, letting my legs down from the arms of the chair. I look dreamily at him as he licks his lips, eyes full of desire. I pat my fingers gently against my chest, nodding him onward. He understands the queue, and slowly crawls on top of me. His soft pink tongue laps the cum from my chest and fur, playing gently around my nipples. He can't help but press his swollen aching self against me. It's so hot I can't concentrate.

When he is finished cleaning he stays laying against me, his hips moving very slightly on their own accord. He is still panting and whimpering, eyes closed tightly as he resists his own demanding lust. I push my fingers through his hair and down his back, scratching gently. "That... is a very good boy," I purr, "Now let's see what you're made of..."

His excitement is enough to make groan with joy, "Oh thank you... I want you so bad. I need it..." he is panting again, his hips once again moving and pressing harder and harder against me.

"Lay down on the floor."

He is more than happy to obey and quickly does so, laying on his back as his hands move across his chest. He looks eagerly up at me as I lift myself from the chair and then kneel down beside him. I crawl over top of him, staring down into his face. He blushes and looks to the side, but I grab his chin and turn his face to look at me again. His eyes stay looking away but slowly he meets my gaze and gulps loudly. "Please..." he begs once more.

I move away and down to his beautiful cock. Even the feeling of my breath on his crotch makes his whole body shudder with delight. I lick my lips and wrap my fingers around it, slowly stroking up and down. Precum shots from the tip, leaking down along my fingers, and he whimpers. I continue, moving faster, squeezing tighter. He groans and whines, his hips bucking along with my strokes. I can see his abs tighten with each movement, his powerful legs and feet pushing down on the floor, forcing his hips higher. He arches his back, moaning loudly as I start to suck heavily on his balls. I pull back on them letting them pop out of my mouth.

As I close my lips around his shaft his legs lose their strength and he collapses back onto the floor. I follow eagerly, devouring his cock with everything I have. His hands move up to his hair, pulling on it as he rolls his head around, crying out and gasping. I continue sucking harder and harder, squeezing his balls with just as much force. I see his balls and shaft suddenly swell as his climax approaches. Quickly I pull the dripping cock from my mouth and roll him onto his upper back. He cries out in surprise, but once his cock is hanging in front of his face he understands. I continue to stroke heavily along its length, and it doesn't take much before he groans, his entire body tightening. Ropes of cum shoot out, covering his face and chest. He opens his mouth, filling it, one load after another. I continue to squeeze on his balls, making him continue to groan over and over.

Once he's finished I let him down, allowing him to lay on the floor comfortably. He is visibly shivering and continues to groan quietly, rolling his hips along the floor. I scratch his belly and then use the end of my robe to wipe off his face. He smiles weakly, "Thank you..."

I lean over and lick the tip of his nose "Anytime."