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The club itself seemed quite tame from its exterior. A simple neon sign adorned its entrance, glaring out in bright pink the words 'Event Horizon' in a standard script. There we dulled lights inside, perhaps the movement of shadows moving beyond the panes, but it seemed otherwise normal. Certainly nothing to attract the long line of furs that stood waiting outside; they were like a mismatched queue of those complaining about the bizarre clothes they wore. Some were dressed more moderately than others, whilst plenty would go a step too far to expose portions of their body in ways the mutt had thought were against public decency.

He himself was dressed more aptly, he figured, for a night out. He'd received an email from a user named 'Chapu' on this site called 'Tail Tales'. It was a quaint little website that could take out the need of going out to a club in search of a one night stand and then coming up short. It took out all the guesswork, the need for flirting to impress, the impatience and the anxiety. Of course, if one still desired the thrill of the chase, then they were more than welcome to go hunting themselves, but the mutt had simply been browsing the site out of boredom that accompanied a long evening. That was when the email had come through. There were two types of guys on the site, distinguished on their profiles between 'tail-raisers' and 'tail-chasers' as dubbed by the designers, and the email came from a komodo dragon, a stocky looking tail-chaser. It was sparse in its detail, brief yet highly alluding; it promised much, and judging by the fair amount pictures Chapu had uploaded to his profile, about a dozen in total, the mutt was sure he would like the real thing.

Clutched within one paw, he held the details he'd written down from the email. As punctual as he could be, he stood outside the designated club, dressed as kinkily as he could underneath his street clothes, and with a willing appetite. He'd never been to this part of town before, and the unusual chill that ran along his spine drew attention to the predators that lurked in the shadows. The sounds of echoing grunts and whimpering moans that called from the shrouded alleyways were enough to set him on edge, though he couldn't help but feel his cock throb from the confines of his pants. He feared however that if he remained standing about these dark, dirty streets that somebody befitting the environment would come along sooner or later and whisk him away. Heck, if that happened as such, he wondered if he even might be seen again.

He looked once more to the piece of paper, reading off the next instruction: go to the bouncer and tell him you're here for Chapu. An easy enough task, were the bouncer not a behemoth of a man. A brawny tiger, towering with an impossible heat and commanding the line that trailed down one wall with a clipboard in one paw and with a headset tucked into his ear. The mutt walked up to the guy, tail practically tucked between his legs as though he were a senseless puppy returning to its scornful mother. The bulk of a feline barely noticed him were it not for the indignant stares, murmurs of protests and the beginnings of a surging uproar from the queuing line. Turning to look down upon him, the tiger fixed the mutt with a disapproving stare,

"You on the guest list?" He growled, rather moodily. It was already late into the evening, and one could only assume that having to keep a rowdy crowd had made his evening intolerable. The mutt fidgeted with his paws,

"I'm here for Chapu." There was no sign of recognition on the tiger's face. "I'm Zwoosh? He gave me these details on the site 'Tail Tales'?" The mutt was beginning to think he'd been maybe set up by some online troll who had thought it would be funny to send a random stranger on a wild goose chase. He knew those photos were too good to be true; they were too clean, too impressive. Whether or not he was hung was yet to be seen, but Chapu's uploaded stuff had promised big proportions. It would seem to the mutt he had been lied to.

"Oh..." The tiger drawled, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, "You're that kid he's managed to bait..." There was a low menacing chuckle, as though this doorman was privy to information that had been kept from Zwoosh; he stepped aside to let him past, giving him a firm and almost buckling slap on the back, "Make sure you give him my regards, and then how about we talk about giving me a tip later." The surly tiger grinned, beaming with fangs of white just as the mutt slipped inside - the wink that was sent his way might have been missed were he not incredibly sensitive to his surroundings.

He was on edge, wandering into uncharted waters where sharks lurked. He felt very much like fresh meat, ready for the picking and unquestionably at their mercy. The club itself was borderline frightening were you not acclimatised to the haunting side of homosexuality. Inside was the perpetuation of sordidness, where it seemed commonplace that a slender fur, scantily clad in what little he was permitted would be knelt upon the floor, on his hands and knees as some other male lion, with a brutish build, could prop up his legs on top of him as he sat at the bar. He leant back upon the counter and looked in Zwoosh's direction with a stern stare that arrogantly dictated authority just as the claws on his footpaws scraped along the victim wolf's back. The mutt knew deep down he was not supposed to question this, and that he was to accept that within these walls there was a clear hierarchy between men who were otherwise equal when in the public.

Event Horizon's main area took on much like every other club. There were booths and seating arrangements dotted about the place, but instead of a dance floor there was a main stage, erected to the centre of the room - it seemed reminiscent of a strip club, except that there seemed to be no dressed up curtains or fancy lighting. In place of these cheap decorations was the stark harshness that came with solid wood and a single, high powered spotlight fixed upon the main point. Zwoosh looked to the stage now, watching as a polar bear stood up on the stage, standing tall over a horse strapped into what looked like to be some kind of stirrup set-up the mutt associated with a gynaecologist's examination. But this stallion appeared to be strapped down, his arms tied beneath the padded bench he lay upon and his legs chained to the stirrups that protruded from this strange binding contraption. Whilst taking this in, Zwoosh did not fail to notice that both of them were naked, save for the harness the polar bear wore that looped under his armpits and connected across his upper chest. Between his lips he clenched a cigar and puffed on it greedily whilst he reached across to some kind of wheeled steel trolley that sat idly beside him; his paws and forearms - up the elbow, Zwoosh might have said - were covered in these black latex gloves that shone with gleaming wetness. With a wet squelch that filled the club's tense and sharp atmosphere, he scooped up some kind of gel within one paw and spread it across the exposed rump of the horse, the pulsing hole already yawning open an inch with the signs of prior intrusion. The mutt watched on with morbid arousal as the horse's entrance was brutally punished with the beefy paw of the bear, spread open as he made a ducked shape in order to get the whole thing in. He might have watched the act to completion were he not suddenly grasped by one shoulder from behind and spun around.

"I'm sorry! I was just..." Zwoosh trailed off, cut short as he looked up into the unyielding gaze of a pale green lizard, whose yellowed eyes seemed to look through the mutt as though he were nothing more than something to quell their sexual appetite.

"Are you Zwoosh?" The Komodo dragon asked, looking down upon him beneath those eyes, his voice just as gruff as his appearance. Nodding was the best Zwoosh could do, given the circumstances. A leering grin bled across the lizard's muzzle, and the grip on the mutt's shoulder grew tighter, making him wince a little, "Oh, I'm going to have fun breaking you in..."

Without so much more as another word, the mutt was herded away, pushed forth by the insistent strength of the male that followed behind him, the claws on his feet clacking and scratching against the floor. Together they went through a door hidden to the back, out of sight from the main entrance but labelled 'Backrooms'. Zwoosh gulped down as they went through the doors, heading down a much plusher corridor lined with more intimidating entrances to rooms beyond. The sounds of muffled cries, the cracks of leather whips, the pleas of desperation for release, the clank of metal, the screams of ecstasy somewhere even greater than the mutt had probably experienced all seemed to churn in the air of the corridor as they passed by. It was a dark affair, and the mutt was about to become another one of them. They passed a room which the door was ajar to, and inside Zwoosh peered just enough to see a rhino standing over what looked to be a Dalmatian, who happily wagged his tail as he suckled upon the master's heavy orbs. The spent cock seemed to be draped lavishly over the Dalmatian's head, dribbling with cum across his face as he was chained to the ground, his cock jerking with need within a cock ring. But just as he saw them, he was pushed along and soon they were nothing but a fleeting tableau.

He was led somewhere further down, away from their main point of entry, and taken to one of these doors. The Komodo dragon who Zwoosh now identified as this 'Chapu' pushed open the door and shoved the mutt through.

The room itself seemed to have been furnished by some torturer's fancy; all manner of tools and gear was spread across the room, and contraptions and fixtures dotted about the place. If the mutt had to of guessed, he might have said this was indeed a place to fulfil the darkest fantasies one might ever have in their lifetime. The club had already justified its lewd reputation and cemented itself as place that was not for the faint hearted, so it came as no surprise that the infamous and highly rumoured backrooms were made up to be a fetishist's paradise. Zwoosh couldn't help but get excited, his pants bulging at the scene. He wanted nothing more than to try it all, but only in the order given to him by his soon-to-be master for evening's duration. From this point until dawn, he was at the male's scarcest mercy.

Chapu himself was everything that his profile had made him out to be. Zwoosh looked at him now and quivered with relentless delight. He was a beast of a lizard, standing much above the smaller male's slender form with a slight muscled gut and brawny stature. He was already stripped down to nothing but the spiked collar about his neck and the leather thong he wore to restrain the package that quite clearly wanted to be set free. Two rings pierced through each of his nipples, and tribal tattoos seemed to cover the most part of his left arm and down along his right side from the waist downwards. His mane was styled to be as such of a Mohawk, with red dyes streaking the hair. He wore a harness, similar in design to the one that Zwoosh wore beneath his clothes; one that crossed over the chest, linked together with a metal ring that was perfect for tugging at if one wish to control the other's movements.

"You had better be dressed like I told you to boy underneath those clothes, or else I'll have to punish you..." As though to just reiterate his threat, Chapu picked up what looked to be a leather whip, stroking the tendrils between his claws in a silent and subconscious symbol of how deep the mutt was in it now. Zwoosh took this as his invitation - or order, he supposed - to strip down. Hastily he removed all articles of what remained as his normal being, stripping away the last vestiges of normality and laid them to one side. He shuffled uncomfortably in the chill of the room, dressed only now in his harness and lacy panties,

"Yes sir, I didn't want to disappoint." His tone was quiet and reserved, as though he was beginning to grasp his place. Dutifully, he kept his head pointed downwards to a slight angle, letting the Komodo dragon assert his place as he strode over. With a long, glinting claw he reached down, tracing a fine line over the mutt's crotch, causing him to shiver almost uncontrollably as he very much knew the danger if that sharpened point pressed just a little harder. The panties however met a different fate, and where the claw slid cut apart the fabric until whatever grip that held them up was gone. They fell away, drifting to the floor as though made of paper, left strewn in several clean pieces.

"Good... Good..." The beast rumbled, his voice growling and threatening. It was enough to make the mutt cum right there were he not afraid of the consequences it might bring upon him. Instead he stayed still, standing there whilst this master drank in the sight as though he was sampling a fine wine. Zwoosh was circled once, maybe twice though he couldn't have been sure, itching beneath the burning lights and intense watchful stare of his tormenter, "But not quite perfect."

Rough hands grasped at the mutt's arms, and without resistance he felt them be pulled behind him, crossed over one another and latched together. Cold, metal rings snapped around his wrists as he was handcuffed, his mobility now restricted by the lack of use of his paws. A pressing footpaw to his knees made him buckle forwards, landing unceremoniously onto them and crouched down slightly by the resulting force that rocked through his thighs. Chapu came around to his front, leering down with a delicious gaze and suggestive lick of his lips,

"Better; now suck, you little tease!" The thong had been removed, allowing now for the goods to be put on display. The photos he had seen did no justice to the real article; it looked even longer, thicker, and more terrifying than it had flashed and captured within digital pixels. It was most likely a foot in length, the same shade of green as the rest of the Komodo dragon's body though darker when it swung in the light. Its shaft appeared to be ridged along its top with spines along the underside - though Zwoosh had seen it from the odd angle in an image online, often even stuffed into somebody's willing crevice, it was mesmerising the see the whole thing in all its ass-whimpering glory. Two round and hefty looking balls were nestled beneath this slumbering snake and between muscled thighs. They looked ripe and ready, and the musk now was reaching to unbearable levels. It had Zwoosh squirming within his restraints and his cock tip, pierced with rings, began to poke out from his sheath.

This monster of a cock was brought forward and pushed against his waiting lips. Graciously he opened up, letting the meat surge into his mouth without as much as a pause to allow him to accommodate the girth. Inch after inch was shoved in, stretching Zwoosh's maw wider and wider until the head began to bear down upon his throat. It was thick, thicker even than he might have imagined. Though he had seen its size, it felt even larger as it pushed down his throat. He gagged and resisted as best he could, eyes clenched shut and streaming from the exertion but Chapu was persistent and relentless. With a solid paw placed behind the mutt's head, he sat himself comfortably down whilst he pushed Zwoosh onto his crotch. He refused to stop, forcing the mutt to cope and find a means of breathing through his nose as his gullet was cut off. It was slow going, though it felt longer to Zwoosh who groaned and moaned just like the bitch he knew himself to be.

"Good girl, get that cock down you, you little slut."

It wasn't like Zwoosh had a choice, but just as he thought he could take no more he felt his nose grind and snuffle into the rough hide of the Komodo dragon's groin, his chin scraping along the coarse skin of his sack. He was held there for a lengthy time, though it might have only been seconds, as Chapu grunted and chirred as he enjoyed the sensation of a throbbing throat ripple along his massive length. The mutt began gagging once more as Chapu bottomed out, though he did his best not to flail or writhe about in fear he might get punished for his disobedience.

So began Chapu's face-fucking. He was by no means gentle, but then Zwoosh didn't want him to be. He was spoken to, more or less mocked by his master as he guzzled the cock that slid between his lips and stroked along the walls of his muzzle. Apparently the lizard had been watching him for weeks now, biding his time until he finally set upon his decision. He had had enough with the to and fro of flirtatious messages, of saucy winks on the screen and chaste web cam sessions. He wanted the mutt, and he wanted him in every way imaginable. Chapu wanted to make the mutt submit in every fashion and to beg only for more with a hot blush and pleading whine, unfulfilled and pent up yet fully satisfied. Zwoosh could only listen on, keenly sucking the cock that ploughed at his mouth, suckling along each ridge and spine as though he wouldn't get to taste them again in his lifetime. Pre was flushing its way down his throat, the actual taste lost to him but the consistency certainly stuck in his mind. It coated the walls with the sticky goo and slipped down into his stomach with a viscosity he could only account to that of thick, slimy oil.

He twitched and struggled in his position, knelt between the Komodo dragon's legs as he, with one large and petrifying footpaw, he lifted his claws up and began to tease the head of Zwoosh's cock. They slipped ever so dangerously over his piercings; tugging at them and making him buck forward with a thrust of need. His member grew swiftly erect, popping its way free from the fuzzy confines of his sheath and out into the musky air of the room. Pre dribbled from his tip and dripped off from the metal ring that ran through the opening. It made a small trail along the floor from where Chapu might push it downwards, forcing the mutt to bend his hips at an unnatural angle as his anatomy made him do so with the head dragging along the rough carpet. The scrapes would send sparks flying through Zwoosh's system as he was made to endure such intolerable pleasure. His jaw ached from the abuse, his cock was growing hypersensitive to even the slightest bump, and he was unable to stop a single moment of it all - not that he wanted to. Inside, though he resisted the outward action, he wagged his tail in sheer delight as he was forced to submit to this stronger will, made into Chapu's kinky fuck-toy. Soon, though, he was sure he'd be promoted to cock-sleeve.

His wish seemed to have been heard by powers above, and carelessly he was pulled off of Chapu's cock, a slick pop followed by a light groan from the Komodo dragon. A line of saliva still hung from that fat head to Zwoosh's tender lips, but it slowly dripped down until it broke, falling against his chin and making his face look like a mess of spit. Chapu's dick, on the other hand, glistened with the wetness from his dutiful sucking. Zwoosh swallowed down the taste of bile that had smothered against his mouth from the gagging, and he kept himself attentive for what was to come next.

"Stand up, bitch. Show me your hole."

Stumbling to his footpaws like a new-born, Zwoosh rose from his kneeling position; his joints were sore, and he felt cramp running up through his shins and knotting around his knee caps. But he ignored the discomfort and pain and turned about on the spot, leaning forward as best he could with his legs spread wide. He lifted his tail, living up to his namesake on that site as a 'tail-raiser' and kept it aloft, his cheeks now parted slightly to hint at what lay between. He couldn't help but flex his muscles in his ass, letting that hole pulse hungrily. It was no stranger to swallowing a man before, but even this would prove to be a challenge.

He was barely aware of Chapu reaching across the bed for something, bringing what looked like a surgeon's tray towards him. On it was a bottle of lube, impossibly sized as though it was enough to loosen the asses of well over a hundred men who were unwitting enough to step through the door. Alongside the bottle was a case, bland in its appearance, as though it were some child's pencil case. But Zwoosh wasn't allowed time to think about what it could be. A dollop of ice cold lube was slapped against his cleft as Chapu gave his butt a sharp spank. His mounds rippled from the force, burning brightly with the flash of pain from the impact. Brusquely he began to work in the lube, pushing the gel into the hole, working it open with at first one digit, then two, and steadily progressing to three. Those long, curving fingers would prise apart his hole in the most lewd of ways, pushing the mutt to his limits as he was stretched wider and wider. He knew it was all for the grand finale, that this was a necessary step were he to be claimed fully, but it was a great discomfort in such a position; his balance was only kept by the single paw that clamped down hard on his hips, his arms bound behind his back useless and his legs spread too far apart to have any real purchase. All the while those fingers slid in and out, in and out, making his rim begin to grow puffy and purple from its overuse. Though Zwoosh would only learn this later despite the inklings he had now, the lube was numbing, and gradually it seeped through his ass and made each fingering push easier than the last. There was no dulling ache from his behind, and the mutt took it as a good sign, moaning each time a claw tapped at his prostate. His cock hung between his legs, still rock hard and dribbling like a faucet onto the carpet below.

"Come slut, come sit on the best seat in the house..."

Zwoosh was pulled backwards, the paw swiftly removing its fingers from his ass and leaving him with a vacuous and hollow sensation that clung to his gut. It was soon to be remedied though, as his ass was brought down onto Chapu's groin; he felt that fat head, thick and painfully large, begin to push and stretch at his hole. There was a moment in the mutt's mind where he thought that it might not ultimately fit, but sure enough the lube and the numbed sensation let that cock pop inside, the rim drawn taut around the helmet. Zwoosh groaned loudly, his mouth open and eyes shut tight as he felt the length begin to slide into him. It was a bone-rattling feeling, the movement of a python so impossibly large begin to rework his insides into its shape, slipping deeper and deeper into his most intimate area. Slowly his ass opened and gobbled up the member Chapu was feeding it, grunting himself as every so often Zwoosh would involuntarily clench about his thickness as his body would twitch and jitter. Their proud and bothered moans joined in chorus as they were forced to wait out the slow process of actually stuffing Chapu's member inside Zwoosh's backside.

The mutt's cheeks finally pressed against the solid abdomen of the Komodo dragon, and both knew it was a sign that it was finally time for a brutal rutting. There was going to be nothing loving about this; when they had made contact all those weeks ago, they both knew they were not meeting for sake of love or intimacy. No, they were meeting to get their release, to take from the experience the dirty satisfaction that couldn't come from anywhere else except the sex between two perverse minds.

Zwoosh was raised up by his hips, lingered for a moment with just Chapu's cock head inside of him before he was subjected to gravity's twisted game and dropped back down onto the Komodo dragon's crotch. The mutt cried out, the head slamming in such a way against that sweetened spot inside of him, his senses jerking and screaming throughout his body. Chapu kept this up, humping his ass as he did so with such savagery that Zwoosh knew he wouldn't walk right for a week. That monster slid in and out of his ass as though it were a sleeve made perfectly for it, no resistance by this point and the creases having been ironed out by the mighty cock. He could feel the ridges grate along his walls with their lack of delicacy, and the spines tugged and stroked along his inner flesh with little remorse. It was enough to make him shudder from the unnatural sensations as he was tormented by this ungodly cock. Chapu was grinning, running his lapping tongue along his fangs before he brought the mutt's body backwards, letting him lean against his own chest. His tongue darted out and began to slather along Zwoosh's chin, slipping upwards and into his mouth, kissing him roughly and dominantly. The mutt let himself be possessed by these tongue-filled kisses, he let his ass become the warm home for Chapu's member, and let his body fall under the command of the powerful male. He drank in the sensations, all the overpowering smells, sounds, touches, and tastes; it was all too much for him, but he was held back by the simple desire to get his master off before himself. That was the most important role of servitude for him. Others' needs came before his own - even if it meant staving off an orgasm.

Chapu's grunts and thrusts become irregular, more insistent and less careful in their means. The tongue drove down and filled the mutt's mouth so that he prevented him from yelling too loudly or from screaming out in pain, acting as a living gag. The crushing blows of the pumping hips and drops were getting more powerful, almost unbearable if Zwoosh wasn't at the peak of his desire. But it didn't take long before Chapu let loose, roaring into the mutt's face with his claws digging into his hips and cumming into that tight backside. Torrents of cum splashed and flooded the mutt's inside, and there seemed no end to the volume that was produced. Jet after jet shot into his bowels, painting the insides surely and almost certainly fully. The warmth from this sticky mess was enough to let the mutt remain content, his orgasm denied for so long that it had already begun to abate, leaving him frustrated but pleased - at the very least Chapu had had his fill of his release.

But he seemed not to want to stop there.

"Don't get comfy. I've yet to take you fully as mine."

Chapu reached once more across to the silvered tray and picked up the case. He let Zwoosh sit in his lap, jizz leaking from his hole and trickling down along Chapu's shaft and balls. Pressed tightly down, he had nowhere to go and could only watch as the Komodo dragon unzipped the container. He opened it up to reveal a series of metal sticks, smooth at the ends and slender. They graduated in size, starting with the smallest and ending with the largest, which appear to be finger-thick. Zwoosh knew instantly what they were, and his cock twitched at the frightening thought. Chapu picked out a medium sized one, nearer towards the larger end than Zwoosh might have dared, but a larger one nonetheless. He struggled in his bonds, suddenly very aware of what was to happen next and now decided to act.

"Please...!" He stammered, unable to gain the purchase to move away, "Sir!"

"Yes?" Came the unfeeling voice of the Komodo dragon sat behind him, as with one paw he gripped the mutt's straining cock and stroked it devilishly as he brought the tip of the sounding wand to his head. It dripped in a generous amount of lube, and Chapu teased the tip about his hole, probing it with the tiniest amount. Zwoosh recoiled at the cold touch of surgical steel against his private area, but he could do little to resist.

"Please-AH!" Chapu thrust in an inch of metal, letting the wand slide effortlessly into the depths of a never-before-breached hole. The wand broke away the little virginity Zwoosh retained and probed ever deeper. The full length was pushed in, the alien intrusion violating him in ways unimaginable to the common fur. It tingled with an unusual intensity, pleasure so terrifying to the mutt that he couldn't quite comprehend it in its entirety. Chapu extracted the sound once he'd let it plunge fully inside Zwoosh's cock before selecting out the next largest. This stretched the mutt wider, forcing his second smaller hole to become open as well; the process repeated, over and over until Zwoosh was quivering, stuttering for Chapu to stop, his balls aching to blow their load as the largest of all the sounds now sat at his cock head. The Komodo dragon push it down, letting the flesh fold over the steel, swallowing the inches as gravity once more took the rod down. Once it slipped inside, Chapu pushed it down until only he held the very tip, giving it some rotation within the mutt's cock. Zwoosh was squirming, moaning and whimpering,

"I'm gonna... please, I'm gonna..." Chapu quickly removed the sound, and the mutt shot what might have been his largest load he'd had before, streaking it across the carpet beneath him. It took a few seconds before he was spent, thinking that that might be the end of the torture, that he might be allowed to remove himself and leave now that they were both sated, but the sound was cruelly reintroduced to his cock. He whined pathetically as once more the full length was pushed into his inner most depths and left to sit there, joining the aching feeling that radiated up from his cum-filled guts.

Two fingers snuck their way around Zwoosh's mouth, prising apart his lips and then pushing inside. The mutt did as he was expected to, suckling on the fingers as though they were a cock, closing his eyes in a crimson blush as he felt completely used,

"There now, you little slut; I'm servicing you in all your holes. You are mine - totally mine. There isn't a single hole in your body that doesn't belong to me."

So, with all his holes filled by the Komodo dragon, Zwoosh could do nothing but let himself fall into the lapses of sexual bliss.