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**The Collar of Latex Lovings

For Temperance

By Draconicon**

Kyle blushed as the guard gestured him into the club. The pulsing music would have drawn the young hyena in eventually, but the line behind him was pushing and shoving enough that he was happy to escape the pressure of the other people there and get to the safety of somewhere indoors.

Of course, he hadn't expected the people inside to be almost scarier than the people outside. His eyes went wide at the different latex-clad club-goers, each one covered in some form of rubber-material that clung to them like wet paper, except it looked better. There was a shine to them that the lights above enhanced, making the room swim with a shimmering effect, like waves in a pool. It immediately gave him a headache, and he stumbled towards one of the booths on the side of the room.

As soon as he sat down, a shadowy figure slipped into the other side of the booth. He was too busy rubbing his eyes to see who it was, and by the time he put his hand down, his visitor was pulled into the shadows.

"Uh...Sorry. Who are you?"

"More to the point, who're you?"

"Uh, I'm Kyle."

He held out his paw, but rather than take it, the figure grabbed him by the wrist. The hyena grunted as he was pulled over the table, wrenching at the iron grip in a futile attempt to get free.

"What the hell?!"

"Stop squirming. Just give me a minute."

"Let me go, let me go!"

"Seriously, stop squirming, you're going to -"

There was a soft click, and Kyle felt something tighten around his neck. His free hand went to it, feeling something smooth against his fur. Curling his fingers around it, he realized that it was a collar, and that it was made of the same latex as the people around the club were wearing.

"There. That oughta improve your night."

"What did you just do?"

"You'll see."

The figure darted out of the booth as Kyle caught his breath. A brief flash of light revealed a jaguar before he disappeared into the crowd. There was no way that he'd be able to find him now.

Shaking his head, Kyle looked down at the collar. It wasn't easy to see, and no matter how he fiddled with it with his fingers, he couldn't find a catch. The material was pink, maybe even purple. The light made it hard to tell. Somewhere around the front there was a tag, but he couldn't pull it around enough to read it.

In any case, any thought of spending the night here was gone. He didn't think it would be a good idea to hang around in a place where he was going to be attacked and collared randomly. He'd be better off -

The music thudded, the DJ changing tracks, and the hyena felt himself yanked to his feet. Not by a person, just by the beat. He blinked, shaking his head.

"Huh...Do I know -"

The music got louder, and he felt his foot start to tap to it. A small smile crossed the hyena's face, and he took a step towards the dance floor, fully intent on dancing.

Then someone bumped him, and he blinked again. Why would he be going dancing? He had a collar on that he couldn't get rid of. He should be getting out of there. He turned -

-Only to bump into a very tall stallion. He blinked at the leather-jacketed equine, and he blushed as he realized that he didn't even come up to the stallion's pec line. The horse looked down at him, and the grin that split that muzzle made him feel hot under the collar. Literally, in this case.

"Heh, what's a sweet little thing like you doing without a partner?"

"Uh, I don't - I mean, I wanted to -"

"Oh, you're looking for a guy, huh? Heh, don't let me stop you, boi."

The slight change in pronunciation wasn't lost on the hyena, and he shuddered at the sound of it. His tail raised slightly, even as he shook his head at the stallion. The way that the big guy had said it, though...it just sent shivers down his spine, and he felt like his pants had shrunk a few sizes in the crotch.

He tried to get out, but all he could see were the other men waiting to come into the club, the different tight outfits that were showing off everything while covering everything. He groaned, pressing his hands to his head, even as his legs shook and his mouth watered. There was something...he wanted...he wanted...

"Hey, boi, why don't you join my table?"

Kyle looked up, spotting a few felines and canines at one of the other booths. A wolf had his pants undone, he noticed, and one of the collared cats was sucking on the dick sticking out. For a moment, he wished that was him.

"I guess you're new. Let's try that again. Get over here, boi."

He moved before he knew he had taken a step. In seconds he was seated beside the wolf, watching the cheetah under the table sucking the big guy off. His face burned with embarrassment, but his cock throbbed harder in his pants than he ever remembered it doing to porn. More than that, he felt a stirring under his tail, a twitching going on that he couldn't explain. He'd never felt that before.

The wolf slid a hand down his back, and he froze. Blunted nails stroked down his spine, going lower and lower. They slipped under his tail, and as they groped his ass, he moaned. He actually moaned.

"Mmm, feels like we got a little tail-raiser here, doesn't it guys?"

The other dogs laughed while the cats purred, and Kyle didn't say a thing. He tried. He opened his mouth, sputtered some sort of indignation, but he couldn't get the words to come. Everything blended together like mush when he tried to get it out, and the dogs laughed louder.

A wolf on the other side hooked a finger through his collar, tugging him partway over the table. Looking down, he could see a zipper undone, the wolf's cock pointing up. Hell, he could smell it, and it made his head swim.

"Heh, if you don't want to be taken, boi, better not wear a collar saying 'Free Fem Slut'. Now get to sucking."

The wolf pulled him down, but he wasn't sure that the canine needed to. By the time his lips bumped into that cock, he didn't resist pushing his mouth down it, sucking on the tip. He felt other hands fumbling with his pants, and he didn't fight them either. He didn't want to fight them. He didn't even want to have his collar explained anymore.

He just wanted cock.

The End