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"Knothole : VIP" By Raska Kannagami "The Knothole", "Nimin", and all related names and titles are the intellectual property of Xadera, used with permission. Xadera can be found on FurAffinity under that username. Go check her out!

The Knothole was something of an attraction in Tieden, and a well-known one at that. Housed in what was easily one of the larger buildings in Tieden, The Knothole was...well, it was a club. To say it was a sex club or a BDSM club would be insulting. Unlike other such establishments, it didn't have bouncers to deter those who weren't the right 'material' for the club. I guess the owners don't care that much. Besides, the worst that could happen to a kid is he'd wake up having had more fun with his tail than he'd thought possible. Not exactly somethin' to complain about, in my book.

I'm well known at the Knothole, seeing as it's one of my favorite spots to work. What few staff members the place has - and yes, the pun is intentional - they all know me by name. Sometimes I help them set up before they open, which is usually pretty late in the evening. Other times, like tonight, I help out in an altogether different way.

I knocked on the main door, and waited for Bruce to open it for me. It was an hour before they opened, but I knew that at least Bruce - the floor manager - would be there. I was humming softly, not even minding the rain that was soaking into my fur. It only took a few moments before I heard the bolt being pulled back and the lock disengaging.

"About time, Bruce! This rain is cold, man!" I exclaimed as I hurried inside.

"Sorry, Nicky, I was...err...busy," The big Lupan replied as he closed the door behind me, locking it.

"So what's the deal tonight? Why'd you guys hire my services...and for the whole night, at that?" I asked as I followed Bruce into the back room to hang my coat up.

"Well, as you know, we've been doing a bit of remodeling and such. We've got a bunch of new drums for the first floor, and there're now more 'entertainments' available upstairs. What a lot of people don't know is that we've also added on a new attraction, for some of our more interesting patrons," Bruce explained, scratching his balls in what I think was meant to be a surreptitious motion. He should know better, dealing with someone in my line of work.

"What do you mean by 'interesting'? And where does this concern me?"

"Well, most of our clientele is local...on any given night about ninety-percent of the occupants of the club are Lupan. But occasionally, we get travelers in here, and the Boss and I figure we could start to make some money off of this. We figure we could charge a bit of coin for access to a VIP room, of sorts. It has a nice couch and drinks are free of charge. Our guests can enjoy the music without being in the press of the crowd, and the best part is..."

"...they'd get an all-expenses-paid fuck with one of Nimin's most popular whores," I ended for him, crossing my arms.

Bruce winced, "I wasn't gonna put it that way, Nicky."

I rolled my eyes, "Bruce, you forget, I am a whore. It's kind of what I do. Now, let me prove it to you."

Suiting my words with actions, I dropped down to my knees in front of him, hard. I'd be regretting that later, but damn if it wasn't dramatic. It didn't take long for me to undo his trousers and yank them down, revealing his ample sheath and balls. I didn't give him time to think about it, just dove in for the 'nads. I've always been preferential to the balls when I get to do some "off the clock" work, and Bruce had a nice pair on him. Not too big, not too small, but juuuust right.

As I gently suckled and licked, I could smell his musk starting to permeate the room as his wolf meat started to slip from his sheath. I glanced up at it while I was still working on Bruce's balls and smirked to myself. I should probably have mentioned that my dear Brucey is as straight as an arrow. At least he said so, anyways, on multiple occasions.

Tiring of teasing his balls, as tasteful as that was, I slowly worked my way upward, lapping and kissing my way up his shaft to the point. For those of you not familiar with dog cock, our pricks taper to a pretty small tip, though the shaft is pretty much the same as any penis. Bruce on the other paw...was not normal, and not in a bad way. Standing erect at nearly nine inches, Bruce was a bit longer than most Lupan normally reached, and his girth was just perfect. I've sucked a lot of lads who thought that the Cock-snake was their best friend. I can't tell you how annoying it is to suck on something that is both thick and long. One or the other is nice, both together...hurts my throat.

I didn't take him into my muzzle at once, though. Instead, I lapped at the tip of his cock. And this wasn't a gentle lapping, oh no, siree. It was pretty forceful, and aimed just at the tip of his meat, such that each lap made the throbbing member bob against my tongue.

It didn't take long for him to start moaning and frantically trying to thrust his cock into my muzzle, spraying precum all over my face. That was my cue to get to the next phase.

Pushing him back onto the nearby desk, I took a few steps back and began to sensuously remove my attire. I was wearing a simple vest and loincloth - I've been told on a few occasions that if I bothered to put on some war paint and stick a few feathers in my mane, I'd be every tribal-fetishist's dream, and this clothing was meant to play to that strength.

The vest hit the floor wetly, boy was I glad to be rid of it. In many ways this little strip show was only eighty-percent about titillating Bruce...the other twenty percent was to get out of my wet clothing. Not like I'd be needing them for the rest of the night, anyway.

My loincloth should be a bit slower in the removal, I figured. After all, a well-done striptease is only a little strip and a lot of tease. To this end, I had the perfect idea. I walked up to Bruce and sat in his lap, which was a little awkward with his erection, but I managed to make it somewhat comfortable. Placing Bruce's paws on either side of my hips, I hooked his thumb-claws into the band of my loincloth, "Keep your paws here," I whispered huskily. Bruce only nodded dumbly, his cock throbbing against my rear and wetting the back of my loincloth with precum.

Placing my own paws on either side of Bruce's hips, I slowly slid my rear back and upward, running my bare rump against Bruce's chest as his claws, being hooked into my loincloth, pulled the garment down for me. Eventually, my feet slipped free, and I was doing a handstand over Bruce, my nose touching the tip of his cock. I gave that tip a little kiss before acrobatically somersaulting back onto my feet.

I leaned back against Bruce and let him enjoy the feeling of his cock being pressed between someone's ass cheeks, and better yet - against my hole. Slowly and sensuously I pushed back, forcing his meat inside me, until I felt his hips against my own.

Bruce seemed to snap out of his sexual daze at the feel of his cock embedded deep within someone, and in a single savage motion, bit into my shoulder, placed one paw firmly on my hip and used the other to move my leg in such a way that he was literally lifting me up and slamming me down on his shaft.

And slamming is the right word to use, he bred me at a rather rapid pace. I think part of it was knowing that I could take it, because though he manages a BDSM themed club, he's generally a really nice guy.

I moaned loudly, and unlike when I'm working, this time I wasn't faking it. Like I said before, Bruce was well endowed in the cock department, and unlike some I've had, his was all-natural. Plus, he was fucking as fast as a Feral, and I've spent enough time in the jungles surrounding Tieden to have picked up a thing for that.

It was about twenty minutes before Bruce's pace picked up and I could feel his knot trying to make special friends with my tailhole. I was impressed with how long the fuck was, until I realized that I'd been subconsciously tensing my ass muscles on his every upstroke. It must have been driving him wild, and it was something I normally did for clients when I was starting to get bored. It made them cum faster, I've found. Guess old habits die hard, though I felt bad about it, 'cause Bruce's breeding me was by no means boring. In fact, I was harder than I've ever been. To say I've had a boner for Bruce for a long time is quite the understatement. The big guy is sexy, what can I say? Either way, if I'd been doing that the entire time, it was impressive he managed to hold out that long.

As his knot slammed into me, I felt his paw around my own throbbing cock. Now, this was a surprise! Not only was the ostensibly-straight Bruce finishing up with what was one of the best ruts I've ever had since I started whoring, but now he was gonna paw me off! Unfortunately, I didn't last very long, because the combination of knowing that the throbbing I was feeling in my tailhole was Bruce spraying my insides with hot Lupan seed, plus the gentleness with which the strong Lupan was handling my cock sent me over the edge. I moaned out his name as I sprayed cum all over the floor.

With both of us having just had the orgasms of our lives, needless to say, we stayed in that position for a while. At least until Bruce's knot deflated enough to pop out of my ass, which was a good twenty minutes later. As I got up off him, Bruce smiled weakly to me, "Uh...th-thanks, Nicky. That was fun."

I grinned at him, "For you, Bruce, it's on the House."