This Ain't No Disco
_This story was inspired by the picture djtechnowuff.jpg by Sephiroth a long while back. I really like Sephiroth's art and this story came to mind after I saw that specific picture. I think this story was done about four or five years ago, not sure exactly, but I remember getting permission to post it, so I figure it's still okay. Anyways, the character of the DJ is copyright Sephiroth, I'm assuming. Sephiroth's website is http://www.macrophile.com/~seph/
PS: I know nothing about how DJs actually D the J or whatever you crazy kids are calling it these days. But don't worry - I'm "hip" to your "grooves"._
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The music throbbed and the bodies danced. Loud, pumping speakers engulfed the pulsing mass of furs wildly spinning to the techno music. Lights danced and glow sticks streamed, leaving trails in the air and blurring vision. Above all the confusion in his booth sat the DJ. He grinned as his fingers delicately maneuvered his equipment, speeding up the beat just a touch.
The techno club offered him a job on the basis of his musical talents, needing an extra DJ and a better one to draw crowds. In fact, they were so impressed that when the DJ announced on his website that he was looking for a permanent club to play, they didn't even bother with interviews, just a phone call and a job offer, along with free room and board in the dance club. Part of the reason for not holding an interview was that the DJ simply didn't give them, but his musical ability was so huge that he knew, and the owners of the club, that an interview really wasn't necessary, so long as he could spin in a club what he did in his studio. He never worked a job before, preferring to just release his music online or in the occasional CD.
With as many job offers as the DJ received, however, it did seem a little strange for him to choose as his place of employment the only gay techno club in the area.
When their star DJ showed up the night before he was supposed to start spinning, they were naturally shocked by his appearance, since nobody really knew what he looked like, or even if "DJ Technowuff" was even a wolf.
The DJ they hired was no ordinary DJ. He was a stylish wolf, managing to be hip without appearing fake. He sported a pair of dark sunglasses that sat on his muzzle and shoulder length LCD green hair. It went well with the light chocolate fur that covered his entire body. His normal attire included bare feet and a button-up shirt with a steep collar. The shirt was always unbuttoned, and looked very groovy since it left his sexy chest open for anyone to see. DJ Technowuff also had one additional asset... his enormous package.
In all other aspects, the wolf's body was normal. Normal feet, if just a bit larger than average, normal face, normal arms, legs, chest... all average and nothing spectacular. But his huge, enormous cock simply stole the show. It dominated the senses. It was too big to be ignored. Even limp, as it normally was, the thing was over a foot and a half across. It was nearly as wide as his chest. The thick cockhead couldn't fit inside his sheath unless he really forced it in, and that would only arouse him, so it normally spilled out a bit over the lip of his sheath. His sheath bulged all the time, achingly full of cock. The sight would set even the most jaded and non-sexual person to see it quivering. His balls alone could bowl a person over. They were both about as big as bike tires, but spherical. The orbs forced him into a waddle whenever he walked, which he learned to get around by pushing them behind his thighs and walking with his sheath between his knees. It almost looked silly, but at the same time hart-wrenchingly erotic. They hung low, three-fourths of them beneath his knees, nearly dragging on the floor.
Naturally, he caused a big consternation when he flew into town. Nobody ever saw anything like what he was packing before. In the plane and airport, and anywhere else he went in public, he wore an enormous trench coat. It covered him up, but barely, and left no one in doubt about what exactly the trench coat tried to hide.
The club owners loved him, however, since they figured he'd attract even bigger crowds than his music alone would. They cooed over him and treated him nicely, and he had to admit it felt good to be the center of attention. The owners were a little worried when he said that he liked to dance as well, but figured he meant in his booth, which they quickly modified to fit him easier, and make the controls and equipment easier for him to handle.
The owners promoted his first night well in advance. Posters and flyers, radio and event TV carried the message: DJ Technowuff is coming. Anyone who knew anything about techno knew about his music, but since nobody had ever seen him "in concert," so to speak, they flocked to the show. As a bonus for the DJ, everyone coming was in town to hear his music, since the club owners didn't know about his special attributes and thus didn't advertise them. That was the way it would stay, is the message that the DJ passed on to the owners, who readily agreed.
Another special stipulation that DJ Technowuff insisted on from the owners was that the DJ booth be equipped with windows that could be turned into either one-way or two-way by the flick of a switch. When the audience began arriving early in the evening, they couldn't see into the booth and heard only a few of the well-known DJ's tracks in the background. They milled about, waiting for the show and the dancing to start.
At 8, right on time, music started pumping out of the speakers, presumably from the DJ booth. The song was another of the DJ's familiar and popular tracks, an easy one to warm up the crowd. The more experienced clubbers immediately realized that they were in for a long, fun night of dancing to music by a very good artist.
The first couple hours went smoothly. The base crowd remained the same, with some small additions and subtractions as people moved on to other clubs and scenes. Most remained, however, since they were curious as to what DJ Technowuff looked like. The owners even became a little nervous when, at 11:00, he still hadn't dropped the protective screen.
The quality of the music, however, was so good that many dancers didn't care who was playing it, so long as it kept up the pace. New songs and fiercely original tracks poured out of the booth, along with many excellent remixes, including a great dance version of "It's Raining Males." The dancers danced up a storm as the DJ remained an enigma.
Finally, at midnight, in the midst of an especially powerful and energetic dance number, the screen dropped. Nobody really noticed, at first, but when one did, he stopped dancing and stared slack-jawed at the booth. When other people looked to see what he was staring at, they stared as well. Soon the entire floor stopped moving and focused their collective viewing on the wolf in the booth.
The song finished and a screech came over the speakers, followed by a synthed, metallic voice.
"Why'd you all stop dancing?"
The wolf in the booth pressed himself up against the glass. His limp sheath and testicles squished against it, along with his chest and face, and as he blew a kiss to the audience, the screen reappeared, obscuring him again, and instantly a hard, thumping drum beat started up. As the song started to roll, members on the floor just looked at one another in awe... until they noticed the unusually heavy smell of musk in the air and that every single male in the room had a throbbing erection.
One by one, the mass of furs started dancing again, only with even more energy than before. The sexually charged dance floor throbbed in lust and energy for a solid hour, the thoughts of every fur in the room resting on the wolf in the glass cage and his enormous, huge cock.
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1 A.M. DJ Technowuff took his paws off the equipment, tossed his headphones onto the mixing board, then sat heavily in a chair and made sure that the pre-recorded music was set and ready to go till dawn. Someone knocked on the door and slowly entered, one of the owners, a tall, lanky fox.
"Wow... that was a great show."
"Thanks. I appreciate that."
"So... what are you going to do now?"
"Well... I'll probably just go to my place and get some sleep. I have another session tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, you do. But... umm..."
The fox shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Technowuff lifted an eyebrow and waited.
"If you want to... the owners and I were thinking about when you said that you liked to dance..."
A small smile appeared on Techno's lips.
"Yes?"
"Well... we decided not to restrict your dancing to the booth... so if you are inclined to... ummm..."
"If I'm inclined to go dance on the floor and likely grow aroused and horny, it's ok?"
The fox laughed at Techno's reply, a little hard, as if he was nervous.
"Yes, yes... if you feel like it, we won't stop you. Ok?"
Techno stood up, grabbed the fox's paw, and said, "Thanks!" A few seconds later, he was out the door and maneuvering down the stairs towards the dance floor.
The fox moved to the window and watched expectantly. His paws strayed towards his belt and undid it, then unzipped his pants and pulled his underpants down over his hard cock, pre already leaking from the tip as he waited for the real show to start.
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When the DJ appeared in the corner of the room through a side door, nobody really noticed. Nobody noticed, that is, he started making his way to the center of the dance floor. Dancing stopped, again, as everyone present riveted their attention on the wolf. Glancing around, Techno singled out an attractive young ocelot and grabbed his arm, then pulled him against his right side. Using one paw on his lower back to hold him close, Techno used his other paw to bring the ocelot's paw over his chest. As he started to move in time with the music, the ocelot automatically did as well, though his eyes never left Techno's huge, swollen sheath. The rest of the audience started to get back into it, though a wide circle devoid of dancers remained around the DJ and his lucky companion.
Techno leaned across and shouted at the ocelot, "What's your name?"
The ocelot, looking at the handsome DJ's face for the first time, grinned hugely and shouted back over the thumping music, "It's Sinder!"
Techno pulled the ocelot a bit closer to him. Sinder's leg pressed between his huge globes and against his sheath, firming up as they filled with cum. Techno's cock started to build inside his sheath as he growled a little, pulling Sinder even closer, their chest fur mixing as Techno nibbled Sinder's neck and caressed his back. Sinder returned the favor, grinding back against Techno in time with the throbbing music.
Their erotic dance continued as Techno slowly grew erect. Many furs stopped dancing to watch the scene as his cock flopped out of his sheath and trailed on the ground, a good three or four feet of thick, limp cock. The circle began to tighten as furs moved closer under the pretense of dancing. As Techno's cock began to straighten out, it lifted off the ground and gained length, but even more thickness, swelling to nearly two and a half feet across.
Soon, his enormous cock stood proudly upwards, arching gently out and up, with a delicate curve that made it the perfect and largest cock in the city. Nearly six feet long, and probably longer, it sported an enormous width of over three feet at the base and two and a half feet at the head. Thick, purple-ish veins ran along the length, some as big as Sinder's arm. The circle became very tight indeed, some dancers mere feet away. Sinder began to kiss and lick Techno's face, and as they locked their lips onto each other, Sinder reached an arm around Techno's enormous shaft and squeezed it, eliciting a moan from the wolf.
The circle closed. Male furs swirled around the ocelot and the wolf, which formed the center of the maelstrom. Techno reached a paw down into Sinder's shorts, squeezing Sinder's hard cock as Sinder returned the favor. Winking at Sinder, he pressed his cock forward, forcing the entire thing lower, into the swirling mass of bodies pressing against them. Sweaty, slick furry bodies rubbed its length, eliciting more moans and groans from Techno as he hugged the ocelot tightly to him in another deep kiss.
As they explored each other's mouths, the crowd pulled and rubbed on DJ's cock. It jumped and jerked, and then finally, with a loud gasp from the audience even audible over the music still playing, a large shot of pre ejected from the rigid cannon, into the waiting and eager crowd. When it hit, chaos broke out as incredibly turned on males turned to their partners and started to go at it, thinning the crowd around the DJ and the ocelot some. The floor became strewn with tangled bodies in groups of two, three, all the way up to a massive pile of ten or more bodies, all moaning and squirming pleasure.
Thick veins on Techno's cock stood out on his enormous red length. His balls swelled so large and full of cum that he could only keep himself upright by pushing his knees into them and leaning over slightly. The ocelot helped keep him up as they continued to kiss and stroke each other, the ocelot purring madly as the wolf growled in lust, whining occasionally as more pre would dribble out onto the waiting furs.
Bodies pressed tightly around and over the DJ's cock, enclosing it in warm heat, from the very tip to the base, where a raccoon a few years younger than he kneeled next to his silky sheath and squeezed and caressed it, even thrusting his cock alongside it in eagerness. Techno moaned and pulled Sinder onto his cock, one leg on either side, and pulled him up to his chest, both paws on Sinder's wonderfully toned bottom. They moved around to the front and undid his shorts, exposing his cock, which was eagerly pressed into Techno's longer and smoother stomach fur. They met in another passionate kiss, tongue's going deep into each other's mouths, as Techno's paws ran down Sinder's back and over his bottom, squeezing him there and pulling him into his stomach and chest harder.
Soon, the feelings of pleasure that the mass of furs swarming his cock were delighting him with built up into a huge, powerful orgasm. His cock swelled larger, his balls visibly shook as they roiled with cum. Squeezing Sinder tightly to him, he screwed his eyes shut and screamed into the kiss as his cock jerked upwards, knocking several furs to the floor and shooting out gallons of hot white cum.
His cock shot cum nearly straight into the air, almost ten feet up, only to splash down heavily onto the entwined bodies on the floor and several furries standing with open mouths waiting for it. The deluge continued as Techno broke the kiss and relaxed his grip on Sinder, now just moaning continuously. His paw wrapped around Sinder's cock and found that Sinder already came without his help. Grinning through his groans, Techno hugged Sinder tightly to him and shook as his cock slowed down, the flow of cum slowing to a dribble. It ran down his cock and over his massive balls, which several furs eagerly started to lick and clean. Furs continued to copulate on the dance floor, though several were finished and struggled to stand, being careful not to slip on the slimy wooden dance floor.
Techno shuddered again as Sinder nibbled on his ear, purring happily as his legs squeezed the massive girth of the cock monster between his legs.
"Best show ever."