You’ve Waited 21 Years For This
You've Waited 21 Years For This
A Story From Dante's Square
Written by: Rotten
There he stood, the cold and slightly dampened surface beneath the thick soled boots. Wrinkles in the concrete, the historic town square had seen much in her years. The outer brick facades of buildings packed close together stained by water and time hadn't always bared such marks of neglect. The cobblestone market square once housed within in her crotch was a flourishing market. But as time moved forward and the charmed atmosphere of an open bazar bowed to the convenience of grocery stores and megamarts. With money to be earned elsewhere a disease took up residence.
This area was the quintessential bad side of town. The place where locals warned not to go when the sun sets over the concrete horizon. You never heard of what took place within her aged folds, folks just assumed crime took place so frequently that it wasn't news. No, there was a bit of a mystery that surrounded the market, all the stories of the malcontent was anecdotal. Word of mouth is the disease, but why did the fox choose to stand out front of the dilapidated building who wore the scars of barred and boarded up windows?
A simple reason really, if you hang with this disease you also gain protection. The hoodie on the arctic fox's body hung loose and baggy over his torso. The combat boots laced tight and hugged his strong calves, jeans tucked in them to protect from the dampness and hidden puddles.
"Welp, I've been waiting for this moment for 21 years it feels like," Daxxon spoke only to himself, even as a group of burly men pushed open the metal door that radiated a sense of intimidation.
It caused his heart to thump in his chest as he took in a deep breath. His icy blue eyes, matched the faded tip of his tail as it swayed just above the filthy ground. His feet felt like anvils as they began to walk toward the door lit only by a single green light. The worn steps were scuffed with black from many boots that walked confidently across its surface. Daxxons own only added to the markings as he climbed the steps and placed a hand on the door.
But he paused with hesitation, "am I ready for this," he thought to himself as his claws dug against the paint flecked, metal, door.
Daxxon's heart pounded in his chest as his ears lowered some as his heart raced. He breathed deeply and attempted to steel his nerves. the pulse growing in his ears he heard it skip a beat as a warm paw reached out over his own. Suddenly the fox was aware of a warm body behind him pressed uncomfortably close to his back.
Paralyzed, "I should run," Daxxon thought even as the black face lowered into his line of sight from above.
The black and white stout snout and rusty red eyes locked with his own. Daxxon's legs felt like jello as the tall buck's eyes seemed to pierce through his body to his core. A grunt caused warm breath to snort through the wet nose and over the bridge of Daxxon's muzzle.
A deep rumble, interrupted the silence, a sound that Daxxon would soon learn was the buck's voice, "you lost boy?" The sounds of hooves on the concrete surface confirmed that the monolith of a man behind him was very much so a deer.
"Uhh, uhh, hmm no?" Daxxon replied weakly.
Blake grunted again and straightened his posture, the larger hand still pressed over Daxxon's own.
"You lying boy? Sure look lost to me," again that bass rocked his body only accentuated by the closeness of body contact.
Daxxon's tail curled between his legs some as his ears laid across his head. "I'm sure, I've heard that this place is known for things I want to know too."
There was a moment of silence again that seemed to stretch on into the night. It was only a moment though before Blake responded, "well push then boy. Doors unlocked just shut, you want to know the secret it's easy to find out." Blake's hand pushed on Daxxon's own and the door began to open.
The sound of hooves again as the body pressed against Daxxon's back ushering his previously paralyzed body forward and into the darkness, "easy to find out and hard to forget if you play your cards correctly."
Soon both forms stood in the darkened lobby a statue dressed in a peculiar garb stood lit by a single amber bulb. The dark wood planks that made up the wall were old and warn much like the outside. It was a square room, far from the stories Daxxon had heard about the place. Blake stepped out from behind Daxxon, not before giving the young fox a firm grope to the hardened prick pulled tight beneath his jeans.
Daxxon blushed and stepped back as Blake's actions surprised him. He watched the tall form move into the pool of light and toward the statue. He could see the motorcycle style, leather, vest, and riding chaps pulled tight against his body. The black fur blended into the leathery surface and almost concealed the fact he wore clothing at all.
Blake's head leaned forward, mindful of the rack of antler's that crowned his head. He could see his mouth move as the white of teeth could be seen as they glinted in the light. The statue appeared to be carved out of latex. The muscles carved delicately and caught the light just right and accented the sculpted perfection of man. A long gas mask pulled over the head and concealed any real hint of an actual person or species. Androgynous, the latex statue stood still as Blake once more extended to his full height and moved to a corner of the room.
He pressed a hand to the wall and pushed open a hidden door in the wall. The muffled thud of bass penetrated the silence, brighter light flooded in from the shadows.
"I got your cover this time boy, come on in." Blake beckoned Daxxon along as he held the door open.
Daxxon was in shock and mesmerized by the hidden entrance. Like a balloon his confidence in the rumors he had heard began to inflate once more. But as he began to walk toward Blake the statue's hands sprung to life and snatched Daxxon's arms.
He struggled in fear as the masked man held on tight, "easy, just want ID kid." A muffled voice came from behind the mask as the sound of the rubber gasket could be heard as the man took in breath.
Daxxon's eyes were wide with terror and shock before the words even registered in his ears. He reached into his back pocket and produced his id card and extended it toward the latex enclosed man.
"I, I'm sorry I thought--" Daxxon was cut off as the hand that held his arm snatched the ID from his fingers.
"I wasn't real? Tsk, your mind needs to be opened up forcefully," that wheezing mechanical sound again.
Daxxon averted his eyes as the man studied the ID some, head swiveling from the id to Daxxon and back. The man again extended the latex covered hand toward Daxxon, ID between the finger tips. "I'm as real as it gets pup, but if you're intimidated by me you got other problems to contend with."
Daxxon took his ID and placed it into his pocket. His heart raced again made even worse as he looked up to see Blake had vanished. The way the latex man spoke had a hint of menace in the tone and made Daxxon curious and apprehensive. Slowly he moved toward the opening and entered through the portal into another world.
Daxxon was met with a long hallway with pictures hung straight on the wall. Well built men of various body types hung framed in brass frames and lit by spotlights greeted his eyes. Many n different states of undress and of different species. It was only a foreshadowing to what was to come.
The bar was pleasantly filled, the hallway opened up into a large room. The main bar stretched the entire span of the wall to the right while the dance floor was to the right and below the catwalk. The music was of the electronic variety, but it differed to the normal synthesized noise. It was a strange mix of rock and artificial with a heavy tone, it was different but seemed to fit the general feel of the bar. It wasn't an immature sound, it was strong and masculine if sound waves could be masculine. The subtle haze in the room appeared like dust in the lights and accents along the wall and bar line. The subtle scent of sweet, woody, cigar smoke, wafted through the air with the thin haze. But there was a unique scent barely noticeable as Daxxon moved deeper as he wandered aimlessly as he took in the sights.
What sights there were! Men and women paired off into groups as they talked and socialized among friends. Not something uncommon at any bar or club, but what surprised Daxxon the most was the openness of their clothing choice. Jocks of all sorts hugged strong frames and barely left anything to the imagination. Straps pulled tight against fur and flesh, rope tied in intricate knots like a spider's web, breasts and genitals exposed as if it was a normal activity. Everyone was very nonchalant, well everyone but Daxxon. His hands moved into the hoodie pockets and fidgeted concealed beneath the fabric.
The sights only grew more intricate as he peered over the side of the railing. Below along the walls were most of the crowd was. Aside from the fuzz and scales that moved against each other in a lewd display of dance many of the club goers gathered around folks tied to the walls. Not just tied as his eyes focused closer, bound to various supports and even suspended by ropes and hung from the ceiling like decoration. Whips and flogs could be heard as they cracked against bodies. Muffled moans of pain and pleasure mixed with the cracks and music to make a hardy soup for the ears.
"Pretty cool huh?" A growled voice nearly made Daxxon jump over the railing. A heavy paw landed on his shoulder kept him steady and grabbed his attention.
Daxxon turned away from the hand and was faced with a short Rottweiler. Rustle wasn't much to look at when it came to chiseled bodies, but their wasn't any doubt that muscle existed beneath the pads of fat. A broad grin plastered across the dog's snout was disarming and surprisingly warm even as the other hand pulled on a lead attached to a collar. The dog was dressed in flannel and jeans, a contrast to the leather and latex covered sights. But what the rottweiler lacked in gear was made up for with the wolf on his hands and knees.
Daxxon was drawn to the white wolf, arms firm with muscle under the leather straps drawn across his fur. A body harness wrapped around his torso appeared to restrict the thick muscles beneath it. A muzzle pulled tight around the wolf's head and kept the snout shut. The straps pulled against the back of his head locked by a small padlock. A thick, spiked, collar wrapped around his neck, the lead attached to it. The silver studded leash drew Daxxon's eyes back up to the rottweiler's face.
"Don't mind him, he is a harmless puppy. Not to mention he can't bite at the moment," the rottweiler turned his head to look down at the, pup, as his hand pet the back of a white ear. "Isn't that right boy?" The wolf's tail wagged over a bare rump as he nuzzled into the pets.
"My name is Rustle, this is Xavior, and you must be new." Rustle's brown eyes were only accented by the amber light cast from the bar behind them.
Daxxon didn't say a word as he just stared at the couple. Xavior tilted his head at Daxxon and Rustle's smile grew more into one of concern. "If you don't like dogs we can leave, you just looked a bit lost." Rustle chuckled jolly like.
"Um, oh no no I love dogs!" Daxxon finally croaked out.
"Oh then you're in good company, I bet Xavior wants pets," Xavior soon moved across the floor and toward Daxxon.
It was only now that he noticed the thick knee pads and ankle cuffs attached to straps along the wolf's thighs. Forced to remain on all fours it took the wolf some time to get close enough for Daxxon to pet.
The fox chuckled lightly as he reached a paw down to give a testing pet behind the ear before he pulled away. A small whine came from the wolf as it turned its head some and exposed more of its neck.
"What sort of pet was that? Come on, he won't bite, he loves meeting new people." Xavior barked as well as he could with muzzle.
Daxxon eyed Rustle curiously as that warm smile played across his muzzle once more. The fox's hand moved back toward Xavior and stroked the fur on the neck, which Xavior pushed into.
"There you go, see nothing to be afraid of." Rustle looked pleased with himself.
Daxxon's own muzzle crept into a smile as he pet Xavior more firmly, "its like petting a dog." He rationalized and stroked down the dog's spine.
Xavior moved closer now and turned his body to lean against Daxxon's legs enjoying the pets. His tail wagged before his muzzle turned and gave Daxxon's hand a lick.
"Nothing to it. Kommen," Rustle pulled on the lead as Xavior moved back to sit on his legs next to Rustle.
"Xavior stehen, we have guests and they aren't seated why are you?" Rustle was pointed with his voice toward Xavior. "Sorry about that, gotta keep the dogs in line you know? Would you like a drink?" Rustle's head turned back toward Daxxon as he flicked his head toward the bar.
"Um sure," Daxxon paws moved back into his hoodie.
"You don't sound so sure of yourself, how can you not be sure about a free drink? We ain't gonna kiss and make out after that." Again Rustle laughed that deep rumble again. "Come," Rustle stated as he began to walk toward the bar.
It took a moment for Daxxon to register before he followed Xavior and Rustle toward the bar. They found the vinyl covered bar stools and took seats next to each other. The barmen came over and asked for their drink and Rustle order for them.
"My usual Chuck and something fruity for the pups," Rustle smiled at Daxxon.
"Pups sir?" The leopard questioned, which Rustle answer with another nod toward the fox.
"Oh one in a dog bowl too unless," he turned toward Daxxon, "would you like one in a bowl too?"
The visual straightening of Daxxon's spine was enough to get Rustle to chuckle again. "Chuck, that is a no. Just one in a bowl please."
Rustle took the time waiting for their drinks to pull a set of keys from his pocket. The thick fingers thumbed through them until he found the smaller of the others.
"Xavior, sitzen und prasentieren." Xavior's ear perked and sat back on his legs and pushed his head toward Rustle.
The rottweiler took the time to unfasten the lock and loosened the muzzle some as Xavior stood rigid and proud. Daxxon couldn't help but notice the outline in Rustle's jeans, the mound of rigid flesh ran down a pant leg. But his eyes only lingered a moment as Chuck appeared with their drinks.
"You don't have to be shy looking at me." Rustle stated and pulled Daxxon's eyes back at his own. "There isn't any need for modesty, heck that guy doesn't seem to mind eyeing you." Rustle turned his head toward a corner of the room.
Blake from earlier stood against a wall as he took a drink of his beer. Daxxon blushed as he looked at the buck, eyes obviously on him.
Rustle distracted Daxxon as he pushed the orange and red drink over, "oh hey Chuck its this fella's birthday."
"Oh?" The leopard quirked a brow at Daxxon as he cleaned a glass.
"Yeah, Bill told me while on break. Turned 21 today you haven't heard?" Rustle swiveled his stool around and brought his black and amber drink closer to himself.
He picked up the silver bowl with a greenish liquid in it and set it down for Xavior who began to lap at the contents with his tongue.
"Hmm well in that case," Chuck looked at Daxxon and pulled a shot glass out from the stack.
With a fluid move he produced a bottle and began to fill the glass with an amber liquid before setting it down on the bar next to Daxxon's drink. "An extra shot for every drink you order cutie," the leopard smiled.
"Tsk and an extra minute of smacks to your rump for every dollar you're under right?" Rustle's head poked back up from beneath the bar and stuck his tongue out at Chuck.
Chuck feigned a defeated sigh, "alas that is just the risk my poor bum will have to take." The leopard mouth curled into a smile, "besides I've not been punished in a while. Never short at the register. Think it is time to be tenderized," he winked at Daxxon.
"Yeah, yeah come off it. Fricking crimson moon slut." Rustle chuckled and took a sip of the bitter liquid in his glass.
Rustle set his glass down at an odd angle and some of the liquid splashed out and fell over a boot. "Woops, Xavior lecken," Rustle nudged his soiled boot toward Xavior's head.
Xavior was quick to move up to the boot as his pink tongue rolled out and began to clean the boot.
"Uhh so that happened," Daxxon finally stated as he watched Xavior work with a bit of embarrassment. "Why do you say things in German?"
"What? Oh! You mean the commands. Well Xavior or," he quieted to a whisper, "Robert," his normal voice returned, "doesn't speak German. Dogs don't understand our language so it helps him slip into his dog head space. He likes to wear the muzzle for the same reasons, makes it easier to slip into the roll you know?"
Daxxon nodded and played with his drink before he took a sip from the straw. The bitter orange flavor filled his muzzle with the unmistakable taste of tequila.
"That is interesting, I never would have thought of it that way." Daxxon's eyes couldn't help but look back down at Xavior as his licks returned to the bowl.
The tags on his collar clinked against the metal surface as the wolf drank happily.
"Well dog play is a bit more in depth than what people think. But I don't want to bore you with that, tell me what drew you here?" Rustle swiveled his drink, Daxxon thought the dog may have been doing it on purpose attempting to spill his drink again.
The rottweiler began to take a long sip of the mixture of stout and cider as Daxxon collected his thoughts.
"I've always wanted to come to a place like this and possibly explore a bit?" Daxxon chuckled and took another sip. "Thank god there is another shot," he thought to himself as Rustle watched him pour the extra alcohol into his drink.
"Explore hmm? Isn't exploring for the internet now a day?" Rustle shot back as he continued to drink, "there has to be more than that bud?" The lights lowered almost to darkness as the music changed slightly.
The dance lights traveled across the walls and were brighter now that the lights were turned down, "woops!" Rustle chuckled, "what a time to come to this crack in a wall. Tonight is swing night."
"Swing night?" Daxxon titled his head as the only light illuminating the bar were the round lamps hung from the ceiling.
"Oh you'll find the details out I'm sure. We folks enjoy the dark a bit much round here. You were saying before that?" Rustle took another drink of his beer mix.
Rustle's hands dropped into shadows of his lap and heard Xavior's hum from the strokes to his head.
"Oh, right well I mean I started on the internet watched some porn and explored the image boards." Daxxon's ears flicked as he heard the metallic zip of a zipper over the music.
"Uh huh? Go on, what sort of things did you find?" Rustle shifted a bit in his seat as he turned to face the dance hall and leaned back against the bar some.
"Well it started with a fox that was tied up in rope," Daxxon paused as he heard Rustle rumble.
"He was tied to a post with his um," he blushed through the white of his fur and looked away from Rustle some.
While his eyes were averted he looked down to the ground and noticed Xavior had moved. The pools of light that swirled around the room scanned over his body as he sat in front of Rustle. The brief moments of light and darkness slowly revealed what the wolf was up to between Rustle's legs.
The blue and green light scanned over the black and tan fur exposed behind an open fly. The thick, ebony shaft buried deep in the wolf's muzzle. Daxxon froze and blushed as he couldn't stop watching in curiosity and shock. He looked around to see if anyone noticed, but no one seemed to care. It wasn't until he felt a warm paw on his own did he look up.
Rustles eyes almost glowed in the dark as the strobe like flashes of light hit his body. "Like I said, we like the dark."
Rustle's hand squeezed Daxxon's wrist as Xavior's head continued to bob in Rustle's lap. That hand on his wrist trailed up the arm and pulled the sleeve over it. The claw soon left his flesh and continued until it was positioned just under Daxxon's chin. Their eyes never left each other's as the rottweiler's hand pulled on the zipper of the hoodie. Slowly the Rottweiler began to open the baggy piece of clothing and exposed the tight t-shirt beneath it.
"Why don't you keep that with Chuck, it gets hot in here and you got too nice of a body to hide it beneath all the clothing." Daxxon's ears flicked at Rustle's words and soon slipped the hoodie off completely. "Much better, so you were saying?"
Rustle grunted and gave Xavior a pet, "verlangsamen, eager pup."
"Yes i was saying." Daxxon placed the hoodie over the wooden bar surface and quickly took a long sip of his cocktail. "So the fox was tied down and another wolf was fingering his tailhole." Rustle nodded and sighed into his seat.
"I think I've seen that photo set, it involved all those toys right?" Rustle took another sip of his drink as Xavior's sucking grew louder.
Daxxon couldn't help but look down as the wolf focused on the mushroom tip of Rustle's shaft. The dog's cock thick and rigid with only subtle veins throughout. Rustle noticed Daxxon's attention had turned away from the conversation and to the casual sex in front of him. He didn't probe Daxxon further as he focused on the way his pup's tongue tickled his glands perfectly.
His spire glistened in the brief moments of light and shimmered before it was taken into the wolf's muzzle and throat again. The wolf pulled back some as he focused on the tip of his cock once more. The dog's legs curled under the stool and wrapped around the metal base tightly. Soon Daxxon could see the flex and pulse of that shaft and the deep moan come from Rustle and Xavior's bodies. The shaft continued to pulse as the light caught a glimpse of the slick fluid slip from between Xavior's lips. It was a powerful orgasm but Daxxon wasn't expecting the calm almost lackadaisical look of Rustle or Xavior's body.
No oh fucks, no yelling whimpered moans, no raunchy words, nothing like in the pornos. It was just a moment of pure bliss between two men and it was strangely warming. Soon Xavior's muzzle pulled away from Rustle's shaft, paws gingerly slipped it back into the folds of his jeans.
"Did you want to try his muzzle? He really likes to please don't you pup?" Rustle pet the back of Xavior's head again.
Daxxon finished his drink and spun on his stool as if to show he had not heard the question. Rustle couldn't help but chuckle some as he continued to pet Xavior's head.
"Oh good, you finished your drink," Rustle finished his before he leaned over and found the silver bowl on the ground. "Means we can go explore, this building is bigger than it looks. Much to see virgin." Rustle chuckled as he stood up and sat the bowl on the bar top, empty glasses beside it.
Rustle's hand extended to rub Daxxon's head, "you coming?" Rustle's paw didn't leave Daxxon's head, a mesmerized glint in his eye, "son?"
"Huh, yeah I'm coming," Daxxon jerked himself out of the daze as he spun back around in his chair and grabbed his hoodie.
"Oh don't worry about that, it'll be fine at the bar," Rustle stated nonchalantly as he tightened Xavior's muzzle and regripped the lead.
"You sure?" Daxxon tilted his head and hesitantly brought his clothing back to the counter.
Rustle smiled pleasantly, "it ought to be," he turned on his heels and began to walk toward the ramp that lead to the ground floor below, "I own the joint."
Daxxon's ears flicked as the rottweiler turned, his words drowned out by the ambient noise, "what did you say? I didn't hear you," Daxxon walked up beside the shorter Rottweiler and placed a paw on the man's shoulder.
"Hmm?" Rustle stopped his stride some, "oh I just said it'll be safe and to trust me."
Daxxon studied the dog's smile it was different, secretive, "well if you're sure--"
"Say no more, the night is young but ages faster than milk." Rustle frowned some as he brought his hand up to his muzzle and inadvertently tugged Xavior against his leg. "Hmm, though unlike milk it smells better as it ages. Well if you like the scent of musk, latex, and well other things lets just leave it to that." Rustle began to walk into the darkness as Daxxon followed. But the older dog paused again and turned to Daxxon with a serious face, "you know the warning signs of a skunk about to spray right? Tell me you do?"
Daxxon froze at the outburst, "I, I think so." Rustle's eyes continued to drill firmly into the arctic blue of Daxxon's own.
Even though Daxxon looked down at the dog, those rusty colored eyes seemed to look through him and made the fox feel much smaller. Just as quick as the stern seriousness had come it had left as the Rottweiler grinned wide and started to laugh.
"The look on your face is priceless!" Rustle continued to chuckle as Xavior rolled his eyes, "but seriously that is a kink. Sort of like rape but with skunk spray," Rustle chuckled and began to walk again, "just watch your step and yell banana if you feel in danger, it is a universal safeword."
"Noted," Daxxon stuttered as he walked close to the couple.
The darkness that surrounded them hid many voices as they chatted. Daxxon could even make out the rare moan or grunt of pleasure hidden in the thick veil. The light of the dance floor shined bright into the eyes and never let them fully adjust to the darkness and made it easier for the unseen promiscuity remain unseen.
The trio leveled out at the bottom of the dance floor and Daxxon could finally take in how open the industrious inside of the building was. The ceiling extended high above the ground below, which crawled with the vague outlines of writhing pockets of folks. Their silhouettes barely discernible from the mass, it was obvious that more than dance took place in the orgy of sights, sensations, and sound. Daxxon's nose wrinkled as the musk was thick sweat and arousal it was like an ocean. Out of the darkness came a body temporarily thrown from a near by mass of flesh. The strong frame collided into Daxxon who jumped with a start. The prominent white strips along the semi naked back of the gentleman traveled down along the bushy tail.
Daxxon's eyes widened as his hands moved to protect himself from the male. "Banana!" He barked as he stepped away from the skunk. The tall and slightly chubby man turned and gave a small scowl at Daxxon before he turned toward Rustle and Xavior both with a stifled look of amusement.
"God damnit Rustle! You telling the new folk stories about skunks?" Rory shouted over the sound and clenched a fist at the Rottweiler.
"Maybe one or two Rory, what does it matter to you though. You know you like the teasing. Bet beneath the black fur you're nothing but a red cherry." Rustle chuckled as Xavior turned and tugged on the leash toward an open hallway.
The skunk spun on the balls of his heels and vanished into the darkness as quick as he had arrived into the soft pool of light. Daxxon still stood in shock before his mind registered that Rustle hadn't been as honest.
"That wasn't funny," Daxxon muttered almost inaudibly.
"Lighten up boy," Rustle took a step toward Daxxon and placed a hand on his shoulder.
The strong paw knew how to work magic as it gently massaged over the clenched muscles. It relaxed Daxxon back down, "a little birthday boy pranking is warranted." Rustle smiled before his hand pushed Daxxon forward into the hallway.
"I wouldn't hang too much out on the dance floor, at least not on your first time here. Can be a bit crazy. Like a mosh pit just with more," Rustle made a hip thrusting action, "well you get the picture. Younger crowd tend to hang around there. But from what you've told me so far I can tell you'll like the right wing of this place better."
"Right wing?"Daxxon's head tilted as they continued their way down the hall and took a right at the fork, "does that mean it is more conservative?" Daxxon muzzle cracked into a small genuine smile.
"Wooah wooah! No need to bring politics into this kid." Rustle chastised as they passed an open door to a room.
The white fluorescent light against the jagged concrete walls and smooth, glossy floor gave the cramped room a cold feel to it. The artificially white light flooded into the rich amber cast from the lanterns that decorated the walls of a faux victorian style walls. The figure of a lithe raccoon was stripped bare and stretched tightly on the metal surface of a table. The ropes looped tightly around the wrists and ankles pulled the body tight. A leather blindfold was pulled tight around the raccoon's face as the body flexed and squirmed on the table.
The fur was matted and coated in blotches of a film caked over the body. The fuzzy testicles between the legs almost completely encased in the wax as the firm shaft pulsed against the equally as coated tummy and abdomen. A wolf had moved to set a tall jar candle down near the bound coon. The soft sounds of moans, groans, and metallic creeks was a strange and pleasant sound. The wolf brought his hands up to adjust the cap between his ears as his leathered covered paws moved to a doctor bag. Back turned Rustle and Daxxon could only guess what the wolf was up to.
But their imagination was shattered as the grey wolf turned and held a pinwheel, catheter and a small tube of medical lube. The sharp green eyes turned toward the door and regarded both Daxxon and Rustle. But the eyes mostly fell on Daxxon as it appeared the wolf began to study him like a piece of meat. Daxxon felt a wave of intimidation wash over his body as the wolf set the instruments down along various other tools. Daxxon couldn't help but hold the gaze with the wolf as the strong paws gripped the metal stand and leaned forward toward Daxxon.
The simple move made Daxxon's tail fall between his legs. Rustle only stood with a smirk as the wolf's muzzle crooked into a toothy, sideways grin, the glove covered hands moved to the racoon's slick shaft and began to stroke it slowly. The silence was shattered by a moan from the raccoon boy as the wolf began to slowly pleasure the raccoon. With a simple flick of the wolf's head Daxxon understood what the wolf wanted.
"Come on ya bondage slut, private show," Rustle gave the wolf a nod in regards and reached out to pull Daxxon out of the doorway and back into the darkened hall.
"Enjoyed the view?" Rustle poked Daxxon's side teasingly, "Sure you don't want to try Xavior's muzzle. You got nice and hard in your jeans." Rustle teased as Daxxon averted his eyes and looked down.
His hand moved to grip himself through his jeans as he adjusted himself down a leg through his tight jeans, "I liked that a lot." Daxxon's reply was soft as Xavior pushed against his leg nuzzling.
"Good," Rustle's nub wagged beneath the flannel shirt. "You wanted to be that boy strapped down on that table huh? Teased like that kept on edge but never allowed to go over completely in someone's complete control?"
Daxxon only nodded as his hand left his groin to pet Xavior's head again. "I think so, I never actually saw myself as the fox in those pictures. But," he blushed some as he began to walk further into the building, "that sort of turned me on to the idea."
"Good, I knew you'd enjoy this area better. Bit more private and the kink isn't oh my god smack me in the face!" Rustle chuckled but not as noisily as he had in the more opened areas.
"Hmm, if you like to watch so much why don't you watch a session with Xavior and I?" Rustle tilted his head toward Daxxon before he ducked into a hall.
The way the bulky rottweiler moved seemed almost unnatural for the dog's size. It was a smooth movement, almost practiced as if he had memorized every nook and cranny of the joint. Xavior kept pace with him as well a feat that baffled Daxxon as Xavior was in such an unnatural position. Daxxon followed close behind and stepped into the room as Rustle let Xavior's lead fall from his hand.
"Feel free to have a seat," Rustle invited with a hand outstretched toward a thick, wooden, sawhorse.
Daxxon took a seat not before looking behind him into the dark shadows. The room was lit by rust covered, lamps, that hung from the ceiling. The amber light cast circles over the stone floor in a grid and illuminated the room enough to give the occupants a sepia tone to them. It was surreal as Rustle eyed Daxxon for a moment before he turned his attention toward Xavior.
"Xavior stephen," Rustle barked a command as Xavior's back flattened and his eyes looked ahead at a wall.
It was a show dog position and Rustle treated it as such, his hands moved to correct Xavior's posture some. "Good, bleiben," Rustle stated and Xavior remained erect as Rustle moved out of the amber wash and into the darkness.
Daxxon took in the scene as he felt the liquor from early begin to flush his skin and make the room feel even warmer than it was. There were metallic clink and rustle of fabric which made both Xavior and Daxxon's ears swivel toward the noises. It was shortly after a dull roar of wheels over the texture surface began to grow louder before the black leather surface of a table slowly revealed itself from the darkness. The long table looked sturdy with the thick wooden posts and imposing industrial, wheels.
Xavior's tail wagged as Daxxon looked on in intrigue. He watched as Rustle returned like a specter as it manifests before the eyes. The flannel shirt discarded as were the jeans as the heavy set dog was dressed in a leather jock and his ankle boots. The pouch full and bulged subtly like the rest of the Rottweiler's body. The black and tan fur kept close to his body only mildly displayed the muscle beneath the fat that padded them. The table soon came to a halt as those thick soled boots moved to lock the wheels in place. Without a word spoken Rustle circled the table and continued to lock the wheels in place with a gentle click.
Daxxon only watched on in curiosity as the dog pulled a bag from underneath the table and let it fall with a thump. "Xavior," Rustle's finger beckoned the wolf toward him. "Mensch," Rustle waited as Xavior slowly rolled to his feet and began to stretch up as he stood in front of the rottweiler.
Daxxon now could see clearly what Xavior wore, a set of leather chaps clung tightly against his legs the knee pads wrapped and padded against the surface. But what intrigued the fox the most was the device that could barely be seen wrapped around Xavior's plumped, white, sheath. A glimpse of red could be seen at the sheath entrance as the cage kept it within the fuzzy prison.
Rustle's hand moved down to grip and fondle Xavior's heavy sack as he growled, "bet these would love to be drained hmm puppy?" Xavior only whimpered from behind his muzzle. "That is what I thought now extend your paws."
Rustle bent over to dig through the bag he had dropped it to the ground and began to pull out various straps and bars. They were set down on the leather surface of the table before a leather cuff was strapped around both of Xavior's outstretched hands. Once they were secured Rustle flicked his head toward the table. Xavior eagerly scrambled over the table and returned to his hands and knees.
Daxxon moved his hand to his pants to adjust himself through the jeans as his breath hastened as Rustle strapped Xavior's's body to the table. "Get comfortable Daxxon," Rustle's voice pierced the room like a spear.
The dog grunted as he finished securing the wolf to the table. The loop of Xavior's collar clipped to an eye hook on the table, hands pulled beneath and forced his torso to tilt toward the table. A rest position against his hips and kept his white, leather, covered rump up and exposed to the world. Legs strapped and secured firmly and left the wolf enough room to only twitch as a firm swat came down on a cheek.
Rustle locked eyes with Daxxon as if he expected him to do something. Daxxon only looked back and regard the dog some before he softly muttered, "okay." His hand moved under his shirt and began to slip the cloth over his thin body and exposed more of his snow white fur.
Once the shirt slipped past his head a hand moved to adjust his hair allowing the icy blue fur to fall back in place between his ears. Daxxon adjusted his focus back toward Rustle and Xavior as the heavy dog had stood up and knelt behind Xavior. The way the table had positioned, Daxxon could only guess what was going on behind Xavior's body. The white torso of the wolf blocked the view as the soft clinks of buckles came loose. Soon Rustle's hands removed the chastity cage from around Xavior's sheath. They dipped under the table and didn't return empty handed. A stainless dog bowl produced which held a black bottle of what appeared to be lube. It was a brand that Daxxon had seen before, but only in pictures and movies. He had thought the brand was only fiction.
He watched as one of Rustle's feet rested on the sole of his boot as he pressed his hips against the upturned rump. Metal snaps as clasps of Rustle's pouch were disengaged was only followed up with the plastic click of the bottle. Daxxon could only guess as the wolf began to whimper and then grunt as Rustle's arms flexed behind the flagged tail.
Soft, slick, squelches could be heard as the hand pushed firmer against Xavior's rump, the thumb even peaked above the black framed globes. "Mmmf, puppy is nice and swollen bet you got a lot pent up in you." Rustle growled as he focused on the lump just inside of Xavior's body.
The leather and table creaked as Xavior's body shifted uncomfortably. His moans grew as Rustle's hand flexed again, the other arm slid the metal bowl underneath the body. "Wouldn't want it to go to waste now."
The whimpers only grew as the free hand moved to grab the bottle of lube again. He tipped the bottle over and let the clear stream dribble along the crack of Xavior's ass. The cold liquid collected on the tip of a third finger as the pink bud flexed and protested against it.
"Oh yeah take it puppy," Rustle grunted as his muscles flexed again. A loud yelp came from Xavior as the third finger slipped into the ass.
A soft spatter could be heard as pre pulsed into the bowl below. Rustle could feel the warm walls press his fingers together further as he hooked the digits against the prostate. Xavior's pants caused the satin surface of the leather. Daxxon could see the wolf's body flex and bow as a firmer ring of metal filled the room.
"Fill that bowl and I may let you orgasm proper." Rustle grinned and glanced at Daxxon.
Blue eyes glazed as a hand moved to pop a button of his jeans. He watched a moment as Daxxon stood and began to slide his pants down over his waist. Rustle only chuckled gently as his fingers fucked faster.
Daxxon watched as both of the rottweiler's hands could be seen as they gripped Xavior's rump cheeks. The hands soon rolled over the restrained back as Xavior continued to pant and flex against the binds. Daxxon watched as Xavior's face contorted behind the thin leather straps of the muzzle as the rottweiler's body rocked forward. Soon those hands planted themselves against the table on either side of Xavior. The dull whimpers soon came to pulsing gasps as the rottweiler slowly worked himself back and forth. Rustle's body stumbled some as one of his hands slid across the table slick with lube.
"Oof!" Then a firm yelp and a whimper.
The sudden noise startled Daxxon as his eyes widened and looked over at the table. Rustle's form laid on Xavior's back as the dog chuckled and Xavior whimpered in pain. Daxxon had finished removing his clothing as his boxers bulged obscenely. He sat back down on the wooden horse and continued to rub along his bulge.
Rustles hips began to move again and Daxxon watched as the brawny body loomed and seemed to encompass all of Xavior's body. Daxxon's eyes watched as the muscles of the darkly colored dog flexed and pushed forward in slow motions. He could hear the soft words as they came from Rustle's mouth whispered into Xavior's ears.
"Mmm your body seems to be close to letting go a load pup." A deep growl came from the man.
Daxxon continued to massage his shaft through his boxers mesmerized by the scene. He felt strange as he sat on the stretched leather surface almost nude as he stroked himself. But the couple in front of them seemed to be more into it themselves than him. But as he continued to fondle himself he was shocked to feel a warm paw wrap around his body. Before he could say a word a warm chest pressed against his back.
"I always love this part, listen for that ring," Daxxon couldn't understand it but he didn't feel threatened.
Even as the black arms wrapped around the white torso, Daxxon felt no danger. His legs even spread as the hand dipped down to rub Daxxon through his boxers. He could feel the cool film of his own pre as it coated the inside of the red fabric.
"Wait for it," the deep voice came again as Daxxon focused on the couple.
The sounds of Xavior's whimpers returned as his body squirmed all the more. Rustle's hips kept that slow thrusting the entire time before they paused. Daxxon heard Xavior's whimpered moan as the sound of the metal bowl being filled reached his ear. The moan was not of pleasure but desire and full of want as the red dick was forced to unleashed volley after volley of white fluid.
"There we go boy, take the edge off before the real fun begins." Rustle growled and gave a hard thrust forward and made Xavior whimper and growl some. "Don't be growling at me puppy, keeping ya from waking up in the morning with a soggy pair of boxers." The rottweiler licked an ear before he dismounted the table. His red dick leaked pre onto the floor firm and rigid as ever he moved to grab for his bag once more.
"That puppy dog hasn't felt a real orgasm in months," Blake stated plainly, "not my style. He keeps that pup locked up tight, I bet you would like to be locked up tight too. Judging by how much your dick is pulsing in my hand."
Daxxon blushed at the words as he looked down at the hand as it stroked his shaft through the boxers. His blue eyes followed the hand as it moved from his crotch and up his torso, the other hand moved to help position Daxxon's body onto the low sawhorse.
One of the deers long legs stepped over the horse as he straddled over Daxxon's body which so easily was laid flat on the support. Those black hands moved to grip white wrists as they were lowered to one of the sawhorse legs. Both were smoothly handcuffed in place and secured to keep Daxxon from sitting upright. Daxxon's breath grew in deeper into his lungs as he fought with himself. He was anchored to a piece of BDSM equipment, which only hours ago he had thought only existed in pornos or nudy pictures.
It was only moments before he felt his legs locked up as well the white furred form stretched out and completely at the mercy to the tall deer. Daxxon panted now as his head rolled up to look up at the deer who stood over him. Blake's hand worked to unbutton his vest and revealed the bright white fur that covered his chest. Daxxon had thought the man was black through and through but was pleased with the aesthetics of the white among the dark.
Daxxon felt a rush of panic run through his body as the deer plopped down on his stomach and forced his breath from his body, "breath boy. Don't like to play with unconscious bodies. Don't get to hear them moan or squirm that way."
Blake stated again in his even tone as his hand reached behind him and found the dual zippers on the back of his pants. He began to slide the silver tab over the black surface and soon exposed his ebony rump to the air. The zippers met the belt at the front before the bit of leather between them fell away, the leather pants cleverly dual purposed into chaps.
Blake set the bit of leather down beside him as he moved his strong ass to rub over Daxxon's rigid flesh. "Bet your dick likes to be someplace warm hmm fox?"
"Y, yes sir." Daxxon stated meekly.
Blakes hands came back up with a similar muzzle as Xavior's however their were more patches of leather, which Daxxon found to serve as blindfolds as it slipped and buckled over his head.
"He learns fast Rustle," Blake called over to the dog as Rustle began to lube a thick dildo.
"Mmm hmm, it was always in him just needed some coaxing," Rustle replied back.
Daxxon's form flinched as a firm pinch came to one of his pink nipples. He squirmed further as both nipples were treated with the same pinch.
"Sensitive aren't you boy?" Blake's voice caused Daxxon's ears to roll back against his head.
Soon the pressure of Blake's body left Daxxon's own and made the fox feel strangely alone. Though moments before he saw the walls at a distance but without the vision and only black everything seemed much closer. It was claustrophobic as his mind began to play tricks on him. His ears swiveled and attempted to figure out the location of Blake. But the echos of grunts from the table and the wet squelch of flesh against rubber made it difficult to tell where anything was located.
He began to tug at the handcuffs and flex, "did he leave? He can't leave me like this," Daxxon thought to himself as he growled through the tightly pulled muzzle.
His body tensed however as the warm hand snaked into his boxer's suddenly and was pulled free from beneath the red fabric.
"Lord. Hope you ain't as cold as this blue looks. If it is, it ain't gonna stay that way for long." Blake's voice came from an echo.
The warm hand remained the only sensation he could feel. It wasn't until he felt a warm pressure against the tip of his tapered flesh. the pressure grew until a warmth enveloped the cock tip, slick and firm the flesh pulsed against his cock. He whimpered as he felt that pleasurable pressure consume more of his shaft. The sensation should have felt familiar to the fox, but he found it foreign and alien to him as Blake sat on his groin.
Daxxon moaned as he felt the tight walls clench against him before the pressure slowly left his shaft. The air though warm felt cold as his cock left the hot walls, slick with lube and pre. He felt his balls twitch and the pre as it pumped through his shaft into the hot walls. Wordlessly Blake continued to ride as Daxxon squirmed. He felt himself grow close but the pressure soon left his shaft. He moaned in frustration as the sensation left him back with nothingness, shaft drooling and pulsing pre on his abdomen. Each warm burst of his pre could be felt as it slowly slipped between his fur and onto his flesh beneath.
Soon the hand returned and directed the shaft back into that warm hole as Blake continued to ride. So close to that sweet finish he was taken multiple times but right at the edge he was met with the ice cold on his shaft that left him unfulfilled. His cock was sore as it engorged heavily on his blood and was firm as stone. He whimpered and attempted to thrust his hips as he hoped to touch the warm body above.
"No boy, you get release when I want you to." Blake stated as he brought the shaft back into his body.
He began to grind harder as his muscles clenched around Daxxon's shaft. The ebony blood even kissed the firmed knot in Daxxon's lap. He flinched and squirmed again as those hoofed fingertips found his nipples once more. Each finger gently rolled the sensitive flesh between each soft pad. Without sight, the sensations to his body was only heightened as he felt every throb in his shaft and every pulse of pain in his nipples.
He could hear the metal of his cuffs hit the wooden legs of his restraint as Blake continued to tease him to the edge of orgasm. The sound of Xavior and Rustle as they continued their session only added to the thick and heavily erotic music in the room. Daxxon felt his balls tingle and his body attempt to thrust more on it's own. It was an overload to him as he moaned, groaned and even drooled between his lips. He knew he was close and he knew that Blake would dismount him soon and he'd lose what he felt in that moment.
The edge was almost a tangible vision in the darkness as he felt his body become consumed with another rush of testosterone his body flexed and tensed in his bonds before it relaxed again. Blake's warmth left his shaft as the deer sat down on his chest. The fingers however continued to work his nipples and Daxxon whimpered as he felt a strange sensation in his shaft.
He could feel his muscles begin to spasm and then feel his urethra fill with seed as it ejected from his body and painted Blake's back. The sensation of ejaculation without satisfaction made him whimper as his cum flooded out of his body without that euphoria associated with the action. He felt when his cock had stopped its pulses and whimpered as the sensation of afterglow never arrived. Instead he was met with horniness, a need to reach that satisfactory climaxed denied by the deer.
Blake chuckled heartily as Daxxon felt the warm and humid breath roll across his muzzle, "you think that you'd be let off that easy boy? Brought to satisfaction so quickly?" Daxxon felt his firm shaft once more slip into Blake's hole, the sensitivity high even though he had not reached orgasm.
The once smooth and pleasurable walls now felt like needles that tickled his flesh and made Daxxon whimper and gasp, "21 years of yanking your dick, I think your body is ready for a heightened appreciation of what a paw or fuck buddy gives ya." Daxxon panted as Blake's hips began to roll over the overstimulated shaft. He felt pressure on his nipples again, firmer this time around.
One of the nipples felt a sharp pain as a wooden click accompanied it, the clothes pin slipped free from the virgin flesh. "happy birthday boy, you've waited 21 years for this."