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The quiet hum of music was pounding through the walls of the club onto the barely illuminated street, making the very ordinarily dressed wolf nervous. His heart was pounding at his chest as it had been for the past hour, ever since he had gotten dressed and left his home for his frequent hang out. A chill wind blew through the empty street, piercing the light pink jacket that covered his torso, the black shirt underneath doing nothing in the way of protection from the biting cold. He shivered, adrenaline and cold combining to create a very uneasy, uncomfortable feeling. It was the venue that made him uneasy, nor the regular patrons inside, but it was what he had to do tonight that had his heart racing.

"You know the way inside" he said to himself "just straight to the bar, get it and then get out."

Bracing himself once more, he opened the door and stepped inside.

The buzz of lively music rushed to greet the wolf as the warmth of the room embraced him in a motherly fashion. He gave a small sigh of relief, from the cold that is, before rapidly turning his attention to the task at hand. All he had to do was find her. It shouldn't be hard, she said she was over by the bar and spotting a vixen as attractive and distinctive as she was would be child's play. He wandered over in the general direction, eyes and ears alert for the girl he sou-

"Seee-arr-ooouuu!" The voice had yelled over even the loud buzzing of the countless chatting patrons, and in response to the oddly loud sound it had seemed like half, along with Siaru himself, of the people had turned their heads to the origin.

There she sat, cross-legged on a stool, her tight black leather clothes running up and around her perfect body, leaving a very generous 'v' at her chest, her cleavage already attracting the stares of the other half of the men in the room. She smiled warmly at the sight of him, her eyes looking sweet and welcoming in the modestly lit room. And once everyone had realised this gorgeous girl had just called out to someone, they all turned their heads to find out who the lucky fellow was.

Lucky was a very bad term if the person happened to know what the vixen was really like. Siaru stopped in his tracks as he felt dozens of stares fall upon him. He couldn't help but blush under his cheek fur, hoping no one had noticed. Unlikely, seeing as the sheer amount of eyes that were looking at him were innumerable and ever judging of the poor wolf. He managed a very shy, very awkward smile as the rest of the patrons went back to their business, many deciding to not give lustful stares at the vixen, now that she had claimed a man. Even with their attention gone, Siaru could not help but feel incredibly embarrassed. He knew that some had seen his real reason for being here.

He made his way over to her, fiddling nervously with his pants and jacket, the heat of embarrassment feeling trapped under his clothes. She was patting a seat beside her, a clear gesture for him to sit down, something he desired very much to not do. He took the seat, adjusting himself to face her, eyes glancing to the side to make sure they were alone, or as alone as possible. She smiled again at him, her eyes locking his into a stare, playful on the top of things but with an underlying amount of sinister dominance that was only made known to the two participants. She already knew that she was in charge; Siaru just knew she took great pleasure in reinforcing it.

"Ah, so good to see you! You are defiantly a welcome sight for me; this crowd of drooling men bores me so." She broke her deadly gaze in order to shoot an even deadlier one past Siaru, no doubt hitting a man who'd been peeking a little too long. Bringing her eyes back, she looked over the wolf before continuing.

"I have to say, the pink and black on you looks so good! I see you might've taken a bit of advice from me and blended it with your own natural colour, don't you?" She looked at him, clearly eager for a response.

"Sorry I can't be so talkative, but I just need the key. Maybe we can see each oth-"

"Straight to business, is it? Why, you have taken some very useful tips from Mistress, haven't you?" She made a move with her hand, reaching around to her back and fiddling with something, before bringing it around, a shiny key held tight by her leather gloved hands. Siaru jerked his ears up at the sight of the key, suppressing the urge to wag his tail in excitement.

"But here, I am just Vivian. And Vivian enjoys chatting with friends, not worrying about business." His heart sank, just like every other time he'd been around her. He saw the key disappear into her hand, the glint of the metal fading along with his hopes. He'd spent too long here. He should have been in and out, not engaging in word play with her. But aside from his entry, Siaru had remained fairly unnoticed, so he decided to talk.

"This is where we first met, right?" He asked the question with part of his mind already knowing the answer.

"Yes! Right over there." She pointed a silver ringed finger towards a pair of two red, comfy looking chairs. They were currently occupied by a handsome stallion and a bear in a business suit.

"How long ago was it? A week, now? I've certainly lost tra-"She stopped as her felt her eyes glance at his crotch and the unnatural bulge that made itself ever so slightly present. He only had enough time to wriggle his thighs timidly.

"Oh hun, how could I forget? I thought you wanted the key for my house!" She laughed, and both he and she knew that it was blatant attempt of acting innocent to the situation at hand. How he hated this woman and her cruelty.

"Can you imagine? A week, locked away in a tiny metal cage, unable to be stroked or held! Well, I'm sure you don't have to imagine, you already know what it feels like! Tell me, how many sleepless nights has it caused my poor wolfie?" Sincerity and empathy were mixed into her teasing voice. He knew the easiest way to get the key was to answer her. A hot flush rose to his face as he told her.

"Five."

"Five? Oh hun, you must have been horny out of your mind to get awoken that much! Here, take the key and go give yourself a treat." She held out the shiny metal, the key to his release, in her hand. He could tell it was a genuine gesture, but he also knew full well that she'd had her fun from tormenting and embarrassing the deprived wolf. He took the key swiftly, muttering words of thanks as he got up and made his way to the bathroom, half walking to try and remain inconspicuous, and half running to get there as fast as he could. He slammed the door open and made his way inside, giving a quick glance to the occupancy of the room. Everything was empty. Siaru gave a large sigh of relief as he felt that things were turning in his favour for once. He had the key and he had privacy, but not to mention he was out of patience with the caging around his limp cock. Making his way to an empty stall at the end of the room, he shut the door behind him and unzipped his pants, causing them to fall to his knees as he scrambled to pull his panties down. Once they were hanging around his upper thighs, he took delight in seeing the cage, knowing full well that this was the last that he had to wear of it. The key was slippery in his hands from sheer excitement, fumbling between his fingers as he jammed it into the keyhole of the rather heavy padlock. It came off without a hitch, and so too did the cage.

The relief he felt was beyond words. He grasped at his cock, the tender meat sensitive to touch after it's long imprisonment, stroking it gently while he used his other hand to nurse his stiff balls. It didn't take long for him to get wet, more than a weeks' worth of seed waiting to be spilled, and his cock was rigidly hard within ten seconds of him stroking it gently. He gave a whimper of girlish delight as he pleasured his cock faster, the tip bubbling with pre, slickening the shaft as his hands rubbed the throbbing member with intense vigor.

Then he felt the other pair of hands wrap around his waist. In his pleasure he hadn't heard the sound of the footsteps. Not to mention he'd been in such a hurry that he hadn't even locked the door. But he didn't even need to question who it was, as there was only one person who could have even known.

"Still working hun? Aw, you deserve a break. Think of all the men you've helped get off, don't you think it's time you got a little service of your own?" Her voice was sweet and appreciative. Very different from the woman he had once known as his Mistress. He felt both her hands close in around his shaft, feeling very embarrassed at having been caught off guard.

"Its f-fine," he said, stumbling with his words as he tried to fight back another blush "I can still do this myself."

"You think so? Here, let me see if I can't change such narrow minded thinking." Her hands began to stroke him with vigour, full of energy and enthusiasm compared to the slow, savouring strokes that Siaru had been giving himself.

"My, you are one sticky wolfie, aren't you? You haven't even gotten off!" He batted away her remark, focusing on the intense pleasure that was leaving him helpless at the hands of the vixen. She didn't stop, she didn't slow, she just kept stroking his cock faster and harder, and Siaru knew he wouldn't last much longer.

He was approaching climax, he could feel his body ready to release all the pent up heat that'd been stored since he had been locked up and abused by the cocks of several men, just a few more strokes were needed.

"Ahhn!" He couldn't help but let out another girlish gasp, and they both knew what was coming.

"All yours, now." Her voice spoke softly, and then he felt her hands withdraw their hold on his cock.

He stood there, dumbfounded as to what was going on. A few scant moments passed and then he felt himself climax, but the sudden withdrawal of her hands caused what should have been immense pleasure become a complete waste of an orgasm. He felt his seed dribble out of his penis, the warm cream running down his twitching shaft as he unloaded his balls in a most unspectacular and most undesirable way.

"Watch out you don't spill it hun. Here." She grabbed the pair of panties that were suspended around the wolf's thighs and pulled them up, shoving his still leaking cock inside. Yet he did nothing, he just couldn't do anything. He stood there, the waves of unbelievable pseudo-pleasure filling his body as it finished leaking the last of his cum into the lacy fabric that now enclosed his cock. It was impossible to help, yet he just couldn't believe she had denied him what most likely would have been one of the greatest climaxes of his life. The look of disbelief must have written itself across his face as he heard her tutting.

"Don't blame me for your own fault. You said you could do it on your own, and now look at what's happened! Seems like you can't be left to your own devices, eh?" Her voice was incredibly teasing and suggestive of her dominant nature. He wouldn't let her take control of him again, not after she had just left him to cum all inside his panties. He'd have to go home, a welcome prospect even if he didn't have to change.

"Now I know what you are thinking" she said "but we have a whole night ahead of us, and there is no time to let small inconveniences get in the way! Now let's get back out there!" He felt her tugging on his tail. Looks like he was wrong yet again.

The End

Cadray, 2013