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After the Show

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Foxpiper

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How annoying! Travis Smith was not a very tall fox, and though the bright red and fur on his back and arms and the snowy white fur of his chin, chest, and belly helped a little, as did his cute face and cuter tush, his lack of stature made it very hard to stand out in a crowd. When the crowd in question was an unruly and probably somewhat inebriated bunch of horny males howling and cheering the events on an all-male strip club's stage, that meant that Travis could almost have been invisible, for all it mattered.

Sighing, Travis sipped his drink, something sweet and fruity with lots of ice and only a little alcohol - he'd asked for it specifically so that he wouldn't get too drunk. After all, even if this was an upscale sort of place, it wasn't smart for a slender and nicely-toned foxboy with a pretty face to lose his senses around this many larger males. Travis had never been raped before, but he'd heard enough stories about that sort of thing happening to foxes to take some basic common-sense precautions. While the thought of being roughly seized by a half-dozen or more rowdy, burly, well-hung males to be used for their pleasures until they were sated might make for a nice fantasy, as realities went, it was way too risky for a smart cookie like Travis.

Probably the worst part of being as short as he was in a strip joint like this was that Travis could hardly see the stage. What made this even worse were the raffle tickets passed out to everyone who got in, offering a chance to win "a night with one of the stars!" or so the blurb on the playing card-sized raffle ticket went. For Travis, this meant that he had to endure the double tease of being only able to catch glimpses of the gorgeous males up on the stage, and know that the card in his hand gave him a chance to be allowed to do pretty much anything his most perverted fantasies might want with one of those perfect specimens of masculinity, a chance that Travis knew just wasn't going to happen. It was enough to make him whimper a little, needily, as he craned his neck in the hope of getting a little bit more than just a glimpse of the beefcake on the stage.

"No more likely than me growing another foot in height," the twenty-one year old fox grumbled to himself as he ducked his head a little to check out the tall, sexy blonde stallion on stage at the moment through the gap made by the raised arms of two towering males, one a lion and the other a wolf. The blonde stallion looked young, obviously pretty new at the job of being a male stripper, but despite his boyish face he was actually a really good dancer, as he showed by cuddling up to the pole and slowly stroking himself upward, moving with such effortless grace that Travis had to blink after a moment to realize that the sleek-furred stud was now dangling upside-down, his legs wrapped around the gleaming metal pole.

Of course, that was when the males in front of Travis pressed a little closer to the stage, and in the process closer together, blocking off most of the red fox's view once more, and he almost got an elbow to the face as he got up from his seat to try and get a little bit closer. For just a brief moment the fox considered just getting a cab and going home alone, knowing that what he was seeing right then was about as good as it was going to get on a rowdy night like this, but...he looked up at the stallion's sweet blue eyes, and at the tantalizing glimpses of smooth, supple flesh beneath skintight, glistening fur, and just leaned forward on his elbows with a smile, settling into a handy seat not too far from the stage. After all, at least he wasn't in any danger of being crushed by the crowds - they were all up by the stage (right where Travis wished he was), so even if the view Travis had wasn't all that great, at least it was safe, and kind of sexy too, in its own way. Almost like a strip-tease within a strip-tease, titillating him with what he could see, while making him fill in the blanks for what he couldn't. Mmm, and if he tilted his head just so...oh my...oh my indeed. Now _that's_not something you see outside of nature shows...

"And give a big hand to our opening number, Goldenrod!" boomed the announcer as the young, sexy blonde stallion almost casually tossed his gilded thong over his shoulder and out into the audience, prompting a short struggle before a lucky male lifted it up like a trophy. This time, Travis didn't mind not getting a shot at the thong in the least: all those males had gotten out of the way just in time for him to watch the blonde stallion's shapely, naked bottom as he walked down the stage and passed through the curtains. Mmm, fresh, juicy, barely-legal horsemeat, all laid out on full display, swaying with each deft step of the sexy horseboy. The fox, drooling, thought it was a wonder that the hot stud hadn't been dragged off the stage in the middle of his performance - a testament to the efficiency and skill of the bouncers there. Travis knew, though, if that had happened, he would have happily joined in, tail wagging while he took a turn pounding that gorgeous blonde tushie...gently, though; after all, he wouldn't want to hurt the horsie. That just wasn't Travis' style.

"Up next, our feature attraction, Stryker!" continued the announcer, breaking Travis out of his momentary erotic reverie. "Get your favorite tables and order a few drinks, 'cause he'll be on in just fifteen minutes!"

With that, the lights dimmed on the stage, giving the stage crew time to rush out and pull the stripper's pole out of its fixture on the far end of the long catwalk, then begin making a few other adjustments to the stage itself with a speed and skill born of long practice coupled with natural talent. Travis figured that he was fine where he was, really, not sticking out, not making any waves. This was a new setting, a new situation, the first time he'd ever been in the "Blue Moon" strip club, and he wasn't quite sure of the lay of the land just yet. After a few times, he'd get to know the place better, be able to scope out the best seats and the people he needed to tip, bribe, or seduce in order to get the best service and the best view of the stage. But that was all for later visits. For now, he stayed where he was, and waited to see who the next act would be. "Stryker," huh? With a name like that, he'd better be really good, or else he probably got made fun of a lot. That made sense, though, Travis reasoned: after all, whoever Stryker was, and whatever he looked like, he was the main attraction here. Whatever else might happen, this was going to be a show to see.

*

Mmm, now that's a sight to see, Mark Stryker thought to himself, half-turned away from the mirror to slowly flex his bicep as though he were a muay Thai boxer, the fist facing forward. As he did so, he made sure to tense all the muscles all along his arms, his back, his belly, and his finely-sculpted rump. Since it was Mark's business to show off his body, he always made sure he was in the best possible shape, and had to admit as he admired his nicely-formed tush, releasing his tight fist to give it a hard slap, his lighter brown Doberman "treasure tail," contrasted against the sleek, near-black of most of the rest of his fur really made a nice bull's-eye, and really caught and held the attention of any viewer...including himself. The only other place that lighter brown fur showed up was in a pair of strips right across the tops of his biceps, making them look even larger than they already were, which was certainly considerable. Not that this was a bad thing, of course, since that's what the males who came into the Blue Moon were there to see: a sleek-furred and sleek-muscled male, a male with a bodybuilder's physique and all the sensuality of a high-priced hooker.

Gritting his teeth, Mark pulled his paw back from where it had been stroking the sensitive spot right beneath his tail, where the near-black fur gave way to the brown, just barely above his tailhole. Touch himself there too long, and he'd have to make the audience wait a little longer while he 'refueled' again, to be ready to perform for them. Still, it was a little hard for the gorgeously-built male to keep himself under control for long as he turned to look straight at the mirror, his eyes fixing on his single biggest moneymaker: just thinking about all the eyes that would be on him soon, feasting on his body, all those fantasies that had to be going through every head in that place, of having him mount them, of being mounted, of being claimed by so many filthy, dirty minds in the most filthy, dirty ways...rrrr! Mark jerked his head to the side slightly, forcing himself to let those thoughts go, at least for the time being. They were still there, though, just on the periphery of his consciousness, ready to be called up when he needed them. Of course, with curtain call so close now, the time he'd need them would be very soon indeed, as Mark confirmed with a glance at the clock on the wall of his dressing room.

Mark wasn't exaggerating when he called the manhood hanging between his legs his biggest moneymaker. Though the amount of money he made performing at the Blue Moon was really good, sure, it was the sheer size of his sac and the free-hanging penis that dangled in front of it that really brought in the dough. In all his time performing, Mark had only encountered a double-handful of guys with bigger dicks than him, and they'd all been taller than his admittedly very big six-foot-four...well, except for this one mouse guy. Of course, the mouse'd been straight as an arrow, so Mark wasn't really sure he counted in a business like this, where homosexuality was normal and bisexuality a huge advantage. As for Mark himself, even if there were males with bigger cocks, he'd yet to meet more than one or two that could do what he could with his big ol' dong. Really, Mark smirked to himself, he could probably have gotten a job as a circus sideshow with his talents. Ah, but that would have to wait for the audience - and, as always, the show must go on.

Pulling a red Speedo from his dresser, the big, sexy Doberman took slow, deep breaths, concentrating on the feel of air entering and leaving his lungs, and nothing else. Closing his eyes to better focus and calm himself, Mark stepped into the Speedo and began to slowly, carefully shimmy it up his sculpted legs, stretching the waist as it reached his solid thighs. Mrf, now for the hard part. With an effort of will, Mark forced himself not to think about where he was touching, about what he was covering up, as he pulled the waist of the skimpy bit of cloth a little more, stretching it until he was able to let his heavy balls rest on the codpiece of the tiny garment, then let it relax, at least as much as was possible, settling over his genitalia, making an absolutely immense bulge that left nothing to the imagination and everything all at the same time. If Mark hadn't been concentrating, he knew from harsh experience that he'd have snapped the Speedo like silly string.

"Showtime," whispered Mark Stryker to himself as he stepped out of his dressing room and began a slow sashay towards the waiting stage, giving the backstage bouncer, a black panther, a teasing wink before he stepped up to the curtains, stroking their soft velvet like a lover's skin.

*

"And now!" came the surprisingly sexy voice of the announcer, getting Travis' attention right away as he eased in a little closer to the stage. "Give it up for...Stryker!"

There'd been a little bit of shuffling around during the fifteen minutes of breaktime between shows, and Travis, new as he was to the Blue Moon club, had taken the opportunity to get a little closer to the stage, though not quite so close that he'd get shoved around too much by the regulars. This time, he was geared up, mentally prepared to push and shove in order to get a better view of the act by this Stryker guy, his cock already starting to swell inside his slacks with anticipation.

That was when the music started, something loud and techno, just as the spotlights centered on the curtains at the rear of the stage. The stage itself had been rearranged by the crew of black-clad workers (Travis liked to think of them as ninjas) during the intermission, so now it was more of a long, flat catwalk, pole removed, with a circular part near the front where the audience could get in close while the performer strutted his stuff.

Then the curtains parted, and Travis' ears perked again, his jaw dropping open, his eyes opening wide. Back near the curtains, where the audience couldn't reach that well, and hence where Travis got an unobstructed view, a tall, gorgeous male stepped out from between the curtains, his nearly black fur glistening in the spotlights until it almost glowed. For a moment, the audience was silent in awe as Stryker walked his way forward, slow and sexy, and then quickly sped up as he made his way first up one side of the stage, and then down the other, making very sure that everyone got a good, long look at him. How could anybody not look?! The huge, gorgeous Doberman's goodies were absolutely massive! Travis lifted his hands slightly, imagining those gorgeous, grapefruit-sized orbs in his black-furred hands, not even realizing that, even with the male still clothed on the stage (such as a Speedo counted as "clothed," that is), he was already drooling, and not just from his mouth. Yeah...he'd have to change pants when he got back home.

Travis very nearly lost it as the big, sexy doggie eased his skimpy swimsuit down a little while walking toward the front of the stage, letting it slide down until _just_barely above the massive bulge in the front - someone had to custom-make that little thing, Travis knew, 'cause there was no possible way it could withstand the pressures of bits that big without serious reinforcement. Then, with a teasing wink to the audience as a whole, Stryker stopped at the edge of the stage, turning on the balls of his feet in a half-pirouette until he was facing away from the lusty, eager males growling and grunting and snarling in lust around his feet. As he started to walk away, back toward the curtains, Travis was able to see Stryker's lower body again, and this time he saw that the gorgeous dobie had taken that moment of turning to wiggle his Speedo down in the back as well, slipping his short, docked tail out of its notch, exposing the light brown fur just beneath that practically screamed "nail me here!" to every male in the room, especially with a walk like that. Travis could hardly breathe, watching that "look at me" walk, which Stryker had down so perfectly, timing it just as perfectly to the sway and tempo of the music, his huge and barely-concealed bulge bouncing, jostling, letting every male there know that it was there, and it was big, and no, they couldn't see it...at least, not yet, which the dobie made clear as he tugged his Speedo up again, hiding from view what the audience had only seen in glimpses, working them up to a frenzy at the cruel teasing of the gorgeous, well-muscled male.

Suddenly, on the downbeat, Stryker came to a full stop right in front of the curtains, and then bent forward at the waist, touching his toes. Travis was up from his seat in a heartbeat, pressing as close as he could in the crush of the crowd, his eyes fixed on that Speedo as Stryker hooked his thumbs into the waist, his bum gyrating with the music as he bent his knees, and slowly, every-so-slowly, slid the flimsy little garment down to his plantigrade feet, his rump thrust out in full invitation to the whole audience, the light brown of his treasure tail an obvious bullseye target to every lust-frenzied male there, every eye in the place desperately focused on that one tempting spot. Then Stryker was rising once more, tossing his Speedo behind the curtains as he turned to face the audience once more, and once again, the bestial sounds of the lusty males grew instantly silent as everyone gazed in worshipful awe on Stryker's genitals.

They were huge. That was all Travis was able to properly form in his mind at that moment as he got the clearest, closest view that he'd had all night of those gorgeous, heavy balls and that full, slightly-swollen shaft hanging freely, swinging with each step in a mesmerizing cadence. In that long moment of silence, save for the music and the soft click in time of Stryker's toeclaws on the hardwood of the stage, Travis was able to see everything, every male there just pressing close together, basking in their silent worship of this virile, powerful symbol of masculinity standing naked and glorious before them. That long, flaccid member bounced with each step, and Travis knew the big dog must be doing it on purpose, an impression that was confirmed as Stryker paused every so often, gyrating his hips powerfully enough to make that awe-inspiring shaft slap against his washboard stomach before continuing his walk.

The walk itself was also a dance, Travis realized, his mind taking everything in, revving at hyperspeed in the throes of his lust, in that way so many have a moment of clarity right in the middle of their most intense and passionate experiences. Every move, every nuanced step, every sultry turn, it was a part of the dance, the timing perfectly synched with the music, showing off the supple curves and toned, hard surfaces of the gorgeous male at every position. Then, suddenly, the moment passed as Stryker, facing fully away from the audience, bent at the waist once more, his legs parted, and ground his gorgeous butt against the empty air as though he were being pounded by the gyrating hips of a lover worthy of claiming his perfect buns. At that moment, the audience went wild again, hooting and shouting and cat-calling and whistling in nearly frenzied lust. Travis only barely stepped back in time to avoid being crushed under the press of the bigger males around him, just in time to see a bouncer, a sexy polar bear with a black shirt that read "Security" and did nothing to hide his obvious physique, talking one of the more ambitious patrons down, a hand on the burly tiger's arm to keep the big male from climbing up onto the stage and interrupting the performance. But Stryker didn't stop, didn't even pause, not at all intimidated by the enthusiasm of the audience - instead, it just seemed to charge him up as he turned in a single smooth movement, facing toward the front of the stage as he arched his hips forward, gyrating his hips almost in a mirror to the grinding he'd done with his tush, now rubbing his cock against an invisible lover right there on the stage with him, as though he were slowly grinding himself up to full arousal.

Travis leaned in as close as he could with so many eager and much-larger males all around him, only catching glimpses of the show now as the music slowed, fading away, and then shifting into something upbeat but slightly slower-paced. As the music changed, so did the show itself, as Stryker stopped dancing, and instead started to reach down below where Travis could see, though the fox knew that the big male was caressing his cock. Turning to one side, it was obvious, even from the rear, that the big male was twisting something down there in his hands, and Travis knew he just had to see what was going on, squeezing his head in between two tight-pressed males just as Stryker was fully turned toward his side of the stage, repeating the same motion he'd done while facing the other way. In the press, Travis nearly missed the trick, but his eyes widened as he realized...the big dobie was actually able to wrap his semi-flaccid member around his wrist!

That was all the closeup looking Travis could manage, though, before he had to jerk his head back fast to keep from having it squished by the huge males on either side. Lucky for him, though, Stryker was walking backwards, nice and slow, even as he was also slowly caressing his free-hanging cock, coaxing the blood into the heavy organ, getting it slowly semi-erect. Travis could only see this in glimpses, of course, but even those momentary flashes were enough to fascinate and captivate him: how in the world could that big cock possibly get bigger?! But it was, and they were all about to get an idea of exactly how much bigger, as Travis realized with dawning foresight even as Stryker turned and slowly bent forward, wagging his hind end at the audience like any happy docked-tail doggie would, before he stroked down the long, smooth length of his dark shaft, curling the semihard length backwards, squeezing his balls tight against his body in the process. With such a large set of testes, Travis realized, even as big as they were, they were a lot more flexible than a small pair would have been, able to roll out of the way as the big dobiedog curled his cock backwards even more, pressing it tight against the inner curve of his fine, firmly-sculpted buns, and then squeezing it into the crease. For a moment, the audience was silent, awestruck at this visible display that proved the sheer size of the gorgeous male's goodies. Then, with a soft grunt, Stryker thrust his hips, his cock stroking between his tightly-clenching cheeks, hotdogging himself once, twice, and more, his lips curling back in a sexy snarl. That was the moment when the audience started to go wild once more, cheering and wolf-whistling in their excitement.

The audience worked up once more, the music suddenly started to play again as Stryker relaxed his rump slightly, just enough to let his cock pop free, swinging around hard and fast, slapping him audibly against his stomach once more as he started his dancing walk up the stage, toward the curtains. The audience gasped as a collective whole as Stryker kept stroking his already burgeoning erection, watching with massive eyes as it grew larger, and larger, and larger still, until it was almost long enough to reach his chest, and Travis could swear it had to be at least as thick as his upper forearm. As his cock reached its full size, Stryker turned, arching his hips to make his cock slap him loudly on the bottom part of his chest, first one way, and then the other, before he did a quick moonwalk backward, his cock pointing slightly downward as it pointed almost directly out from his hips at a right angle. A fast spin, and then Stryker came to a stop, still facing the audience, dropping down to one side, nice and slow as he bent his leg, then rising up to bend toward the other, taking the time to stroke his hands down the silk-smooth fur of his chest and belly and leg, the touch of his own hands against his naked body projecting just how it had to feel into each of their heads: velvet covering steel.

Travis was so glad Stryker started to walk backwards again, because it meant he could see every juicy detail, the Doberman stroking his cock faster now, harder, the music turning into a drum-heavy jungle beat, something fast and savage and pregnant with promise. Stryker was bucking his hips now, both hands wrapped around his cock as he started to jerk his thick male meat harder, faster, his gleaming white teeth grit as the audience fell silent, watching the sweat glisten on the male's beautiful, well-groomed black coat. Stryker had just reached the curtain, the backs of his heels brushing against it, when he dropped smoothly to his knees, veins standing out all over his chest and belly, his biceps and his thighs. The only sound in the place besides the drums, and almost as loud as them, was the ragged panting of the lust-fueled males gathered around the stage, all eyes fixed on that magnificent member as fat drops of precum dripped from its tip to splash on the wood of the stage, each droplet catching the light like crystal, sparkling as they fell. Bucking his hips now, Stryker was nearly pounding his hands against his hips with each rough pelvic thrust, the slapping of flesh-on-flesh in time with the drums that were consuming everything...until, with a loud gasp, Stryker's balls bubbled over, and he came, hard!

At the rear of the crowd up by the stage, Travis' mouth was open, his eyes fixed on the smoking hot male on stage as he came, and then kept on cumming. Stryker's first spurt was like a fountain, a monumental gush that shot from his position near the stage all the way to the far end, a little bit of it actually splashing out onto the audience. The second powerful shot of cum hit halfway down the stage, followed by a third which was half that distance. More followed as the gorgeous dobie stud slowly, thoroughly, minute-by-minute milked his cock, pumping what looked like gallons of thick male cream out onto the smooth-polished wood of the catwalk. Stryker's gaze played over the audience past the glare of the bright lights, his eyes seeming to reach out and touch each of them, one at a time, silencing every voice for a single, long moment as, in his orgasm, he filled every one of the males in the audience with that throbbing, pulsing, _glorious_shaft of rock-hard manhood. Then, with a series of powerful jerks of hands and hips, Stryker managed a great, final surge, sending a last shot arching into the air, coating the entire length of the stage in thick, sticky male cream until every inch of it was covered in a heavy glaze, glistening in the bright lights.

As Stryker rose to his feet, waving to his fans as he left the stage, Travis lost sight of him for a moment in the wild gesticulations of the crowd before him as they rose in a body, cheering and applauding and calling for more, their lust insatiable for a male like that. Travis glanced at his watch to satisfy a momentary curiosity, which he confirmed as he saw that minutes had passed while Stryker had been cumming: minutes, when most males lasted seconds! It left the fox feeling dizzy, thinking about such force, such volume, and such a very sexy male, making him sink back into his chair, panting hard, the front of his pants stained with his own precum.

It was at that moment that the big polar bear bouncer he'd seen before gently tapped him on the shoulder. Travis looked up, his face revealing his worry that he'd done something wrong, but the white-furred ursine's black lips just curled back in a reassuring smile.

"You're a lucky fox, Mister Travis Smith," the bear said, holding up a ticket stub, one that Travis recognized as the other half of the one he'd stuffed carelessly into his wallet. "That's you, right?"

"Y-yeah," the sexy little fox stammered, fumbling in his pocket for a while before producing the other half of the ticket. "That's...that's me."

"You wanna come with me, Mister Smith?" the bear suggested, offering his hand to Travis, who took it gratefully, unsure of his footing right then after the intensity of the show he'd just experienced. "I mean, assuming you'd like to meet the star of tonight's show."

"I'd like that," Travis said with a silly grin, unable to keep his tail from wagging hard and fast. "I'd like that a lot."

*

Mmm, that felt good. The power, the excitement, the raw energy of the watching, eager audience, all those eyes on him, feasting on his naked body, lusting after him, it always got to Mark. He'd cum, hard and long, with enough quantity and quality combined to coat a long catwalk dance stage, and yet, even then, the sculpted Doberman couldn't quite repress a shiver of excitement, knowing he'd be in the erotic fantasies of so many horny males. It was a charge like nothing else, reaching out and making love to that many hot and handsome boys and men in a single act. As he let himself settle back onto his dressing room's couch, Mark let his mind play back over the expressions of the audience, the ones he could see as he was dancing on stage, a smile curling over his muzzle as he remembered the widening of so many eager eyes at the sight of his carefully-crafted body, the work of a lifetime to perfect.

Naturally, Mark Stryker was still horny.

No, have to center, he told himself, gritting his teeth and rising from the couch. Have to focus. Show's over, so we get our junk together, we shower off, we get our check, we go home. That's how it works, and that's how he was gonna play things. 'sides, if he went out there, walked the floor where all the customers were, even as big and as strong as he was, and even with all the bouncers there, he might get gang-banged by every male customer there. Heck, the bouncers might even join in...

Rrrgh! Don't think about that! But of course it was too late by then, as Mark glanced down, ruefully smirking and shaking his head as he saw his pendulous organ start to swell slightly. It took an effort of supreme will to keep from growing completely hard, which would have meant Mark would be stuck in his dressing room for at least another hour, draining his balls enough so he could fit into his pants again. No, better to take a shower and head home. He could unload all he wanted in the privacy of his apartment, after all, but it just wasn't professional to go splattering cum all over the walls of your dressing room.

Mark was just starting to push open the door to his dressing room's bathroom, a towel draped over one arm but otherwise completely naked, when he heard a knock at the door. Rolling his eyes, grateful that at least this time the interruption came_before_ he'd hopped in the shower, the sleek-furred dobie turned and went to answer the knock. Might as well give whoever it was an eyeful, he figured with a mischievous grin to himself.

Pulling open the door, Mark's eyes initially started around his own eye level, which would have been about right for the bouncers at the club. They were the ones who normally did the backstage work, after all. However, seeing nobody there, the dobie let his eyes turn downward, blinking as they came to rest on a cute red fox. The fox, thankfully, didn't seem to have noticed Mark's misdirected eyes, since his own eyes were glued to Mark's free-hanging wang. The flush-faced expression of the fox just deepened as he suddenly jerked his eyes upward, meeting Mark's gaze, his ears turning back adorably as he realized he'd been caught, looking so guilty it was all that Mark could do not to laugh.

"Um, I'm sorry to bother and everything, Mister Stryker," the fox just blurted out, his words coming in a nerves-induced stream, his eyes constantly dipping below Mark's waistline, only to suddenly jerk back up as he visibly fought to keep from staring at the exotic dancer's very obvious endowments. "I'm just a really huge...I mean big...I mean serious fan of yours, and I was just here and figured I ought to come and see you and I'm really sorry if I'm bothering you please don't let me get in your way goodb-..."

"Hang on a moment," Mark said amiably enough, reaching out to rest a massive hand on the cute fox's shoulder, keeping him from scurrying off. "First of all, you can call me Mark. Now, what's your name?"

"Travis Smith, si-, um, Mark," the fox admitted shamefacedly. "I, um, kinda won this raffle the club was having, and the bouncer said I should just knock on your door and say hello."

"I'm glad he did," Mark said, laughing, his stubby tail wagging as he stepped to the side, gently guiding the little fox into his dressing room, then shutting the door behind him. "I'd almost forgotten about that raffle. C'mon, have a seat with me, and we can talk some. So," he grinned, settling casually down onto one end of the couch, while Travis, blushing furiously and holding both his hands over the groin of his pants, sat on the other side, desperately trying not to gape at how Mark's dangly bits just flopped all over because of the way he was sitting, "you're a big fan, huh? Haven't seen you around here before, but I guess you caught my routine. What'd you think? Did I do okay?"

"Yessir, Mister Str-I mean, Mark," Travis blurted out immediately, growing a bit eager with the memory of the earlier show on stage. "It was...I mean, I've never seen anything like it. It was...wow...and so...you know...it's just," and here the fox turned away bashfully, making Mark have to resist the urge to reach over and cuddle the cute little guy, he had such a "d'aww" look to him, "well, um, I had kind of a hard time seeing the stage sometimes. You see, I'm not that big, and everybody was crowded in so close..."

"Say no more, Travis," Mark reassured the fox, reaching over to gently ruffle the smaller male's headfur in a loving way. "Must be tough, coming out to a strip club, then not being able to see the strippers. That's just not fair. Hmm, tell you what," Mark grinned, and Travis looked up at his face expectantly, "how'd you like a private show? You know, get to see all the bits you missed, and then some."

"Would I?!" exclaimed Travis, looking like a kit at Christmas as he beamed up at the towering male on the other end of the couch, his tail wagging happily before, suddenly, he blushed again, looking down at his paws. "I mean, if that's all right."

"Hey, more'n all right," chuckled Mark, rising to his feet and giving a long, slow stretch, a smirk at the edges of his muzzle as he glanced surreptitiously down at Travis, loving how the fox was doing all he could not to drool too openly, with Mark's gorgeous kibbles and bits right there in his cute foxy face. "C'mon, why don't you get up too? You'll see things better...let's see," he moved to the low vanity table and patted the chair in front of it, turning it around to face him, "right here."

Nodding, not daring to speak for fear his voice would come out as a squeak like some hormone-addled teenager, Travis got up and settled onto the chair, his tail almost immediately coming around to rest in his lap, covering the bulge in the front of his pants, his eyes on the gorgeous male before him. Mark, meanwhile, walked away from Travis, adding a bit of deliberate sway to his hips and extra flex to his rump, his docked tail wagging, knowing just where Travis' eyes were glued, and loving the feeling of being watched like that. It was intense, having an appreciative audience, almost like tapping into their feelings, making them his own. Addictive is what Mark would call it, and it was, more potent and intoxicating than any drug.

"Why don't you get comfortable too, Travis?" Mark said, turning to seat himself on the edge of another table on the opposite end of the dressing room, slowly stroking his hands down his long schlong, stretching it out nice and slow with a jelq, one of the excercises included in most penis enlargement programs. For a professional like Mark Stryker, it was exactly the sort of exercise that let him be as flexible as he was, and able to perform like he did for an audience. He glanced up, grinning as he saw the fox was apparently brainlocked, staring and drooling over his big dobiecock. "Hey, Travis - I'm telling you to get naked. After all," he added with a wink, "it's only fair, don't you think?"

"Oh!" Travis said with a start, his ears and tail perking upward. "Oh, yeah, I, um, I guess it is." Gulping for a moment, feeling his heart pounding in his chest - he was about to take off his clothes in front of a celebrity, after all - the fox peeled off his shirt and set it next to him on the vanity.

"Mmm, nice," Mark said, licking his chops, making Travis blush horribly. "C'mon, I wanna see the rest of it too."

Past his initial nervousness, Travis was eager now, and shoved his pants down, half-turned away from Mark, giving the dobie a fine view of the fox's toned buns. His eyes half-lidded, Mark gave an approving growl, leaning back on his hands as Travis straightened again, still a bit shy as he set his pants on top of his shirt, then turned back to face Mark.

"It's not too small, is it?" he asked, his ears going down once more as he gave the big dog a precious puppydog look. Mark looked at Travis' dangly bits, already nice and hard, and grinned, shaking his head.

"You're a stud, Travis," he said with a sexy growl to his voice. "Trust me, I've seen a lot of guys in the buff, and you've got nothing to be ashamed of. Heh, lots to be proud of, actually. Balls as big as plums, and that cock's gonna fit just right in most any guy's muzzle." He licked his lips again just to push the point across, making Travis shudder with building arousal. "Now, c'mon Trav - tell me what you wanna see me do first."

Realizing that the big, beautiful male in front of him was handing over total control into his black-furred hands, Travis' eyes grew huge, and he couldn't hold back a shiver of excitement, which made his rigid shaft bob, a clear bead of precum forming at the tip. Mark Stryker was really going to let him do anything he wanted, let him see anything he wanted! This was almost too much.

"Well," Travis finally said, forcing himself to calm down a little, though it took almost all his willpower to do it, "I guess what I'd like to see first is how you wrapped your cock around your wrists like on the stage. I didn't get to see much of that part of the show, but what I did see was really hot."

Slowly rising to his feet, Mark reached down with his right hand, gripping his immense member near the heavy glans, slowly, carefully tugging it outward, until he was sure he'd stretched himself out enough. Then, taking his time, he lifted his left hand, and rested the shaft of his cock against the wrist. As Travis watched, awestruck, Mark curled the impossibly long fleshtube around his thick wrist, then gently tugged it tight like a half-hitch without the knot. Still taking it slow, Mark let his cock slowly unwind, before smoothly shifting his grip on his member to his left hand, pulling his long shaft taut, before gracefully wrapping it around his right wrist, giving himself a little squeeze near the end, just to make his swollen cockhead stand out a little more, making Travis' eyes bulge.

"Wow," said Travis worshipfully. "That's just so cool."

"C'mere, Travis," said Mark, letting his cock slowly unwrap and dangle free. "And stick out your hands, keeping 'em close together; I'm gonna show you something really cool."

Trustingly, Travis got up from his seat and stepped forward, extending his hands as he looked up at Mark half-questioningly, as though to ask 'is this really about to happen? Are you really going to make me a part of this?' That's exactly what Mark intended to do, though, and Travis' eyes lowered to fix on Mark's hands, and especially on his immense dobie-dong, as the big male curled his cock around Travis' vastly more slender wrists, then tugged them gently tight together, effectively binding the fox with his penis. Travis just stood there, trembling slightly, his rump and trim tummy tense as he fought not to leak precum all over Mark's dressing room floor, feeling that big, beautiful cock throbbing against him.

"It's so warm," Travis said in awe. "I can feel your pulse, Mark."

"That's just one of my tricks," said Mark, momentarily breaking the hypnotic spell he'd been casting over the hot fox as he stepped back, but only for a little while as he spread his legs, letting Travis feast his eyes on Mark's still semi-flaccid organ. "I've got a lot more. Which one would you like to see next?"

"I...I saw you hotdogging yourself on stage," Travis blurted out, looking quickly up at Mark's face to make sure he wasn't asking too much, even as he let his fantasies run wild with the impossibly gorgeous male. "That was really sexy. Can you also, um, you know," he made a curving motion with a finger, blushing as he suggested it, "penetrate yourself? Pretty please?"

"You wanna know if I can stick my cock in myself, is that it?" asked Mark with a grin, which grew wider as Travis nodded eagerly, tail wagging. "Heh, yeah, I can do that." He settled onto the table behind him, lifting his legs, letting Travis see the lighter brown fur running between his round-muscled rump, drawing immediate attention to the tense tailhole nestled there. "But I'm gonna need some preparation first. You wanna help me with that?"

Breath catching as he was suddenly made a very active participant in his show, Travis froze for an instant, his brain just locking up completely. Was this perfect male asking him to...to rim him out? He certainly was, and as the information made the journey from his ears to his brain and from his brain to his cock, Travis' tail started to wag, which in turn made his cock start to bob a little, before he nodded, and went to his knees before the beautiful, muscled male, feeling like a supplicant at some pagan altar. Whimpering softly (he couldn't help himself!), Travis nuzzled Mark's immense balls, his eyes growing heavy-lidded as he took in the heady scent of the other male's musk. He could get drunk on that scent alone, he realized, his body tingling everywhere with a desire and lust so powerful, it almost felt as though he'd do something crazy, like burst into flames or turn into a bolt of lightning.

"That's it, foxy," growled Mark, grinning toothily as he watched the smaller male's eyes glaze over, knowing that Travis was now completely and quite willingly in his power. "Get 'em in your mouth. Suck 'em good."

Travis' tongue extended almost against his will, and he gently mouthed the Doberman's beautiful balls, running his tongue in slow, loving strokes over each grapefruit-sized orb, which stood out with such definition through the silk-soft sac of Mark's testicles. Travis heard Mark moan in pleasure at the attention being paid to his balls, and just took it as encouragement, working all the harder, until, finally, he dipped his head downward, beneath those magnificent egg-shaped globes.

"Your tongue's magic, Trav," grunted the big male, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. "Smooth as cream."

His tongue teasing out once more, Travis heard Mark moan even more loudly as the fox's skilled pink tongue began to work against the bigger male's surprisingly tight tailhole. Travis figured Mark didn't end up bottoming to many males, which made more than a little sense: if Travis was allowed, there was no way he was going to pass up the opportunity to get that mega-meat stuffed under his tail! And speaking of under tails, Travis closed his eyes, letting himself just feel the texture of Mark's tailhole, working his tongue inward, gently stretching and slicking the tender tissues with loving care and attention. It was a nice bonus that, aside from the scent of male musk and the taste of sweat from Mark's earlier work out on the stage, he was squeaky clean beneath his tail, obviously taking great pains to get himself spotless before going out on stage, like a true professional.

"That's...that's enough, Trav," Mark said suddenly, reaching down to gently push Travis away. "Any more and I might get a bit too excited to perform the way you want." He grinned, though Travis could see, looking up from his crouching position, that Mark was indeed breathing harder now, more raggedly, obviously very aroused by Travis' efforts, something that made the fox feel a warm glow of pride. "Lucky for you, it takes a while for the blood to flow into my cock. Found that out the first time I stuck my cock in myself, back when I was a teenager. Take a seat, and I'll tell you about it while you enjoy the show."

Pulling up one of the chairs in the room, Travis seated himself nice and close to the action this time, eager not to miss a single juicy moment. When the fox was settled, Mark leaned back a little more, stroking his cock downward, taking his time, letting his slowly-engorging length stretch out in his hands before he began to curl it downward, rolling the immense swell of his balls to one side to make room before he stroked his slick shaft back further, into the cleft of his perineum.

"Guess you can imagine how it got started," Mark began his story, his voice tense as he caressed the top of his bent cock with his palm, arching it into the space he'd cleared by shifting his balls to the side. "My first boyfriend, the one I let pop my tailcherry, was showing me some vintage porn while we jacked each other off. In it, this hot husky had just finished pounding a girly-looking bunnyboy's buns; left that cute rabbit all spent and cum-coated on the bed. Then, while the husky was still all semi-stiff, he leaned back on the bed, and curled his cock around, lubing himself until he glistened, then squeezed it into himself." Mark licked his lips at the memory. "Naturally, big as I was, my then-boyfriend wanted to see if I could do that myself. So, I tried." Clenching his buttocks, Mark held his cock in place while he repositioned his hands, getting a better grip near the midpoint of his still-spongy shaft, then squeezed it upward through that firmly-muscled channel, right up until the tip of his prick was prodding against his tense pink tailhole. "Here's about what happened."

It was enough to make Travis hold his breath, his eyes very wide, his muzzle open as he panted in anticipating arousal, while Mark carefully worked his cock's tip upward so that the plump, glistening glans was just barely parting the tense ring of his tailhole. In this position, Mark's penis was bent almost into a full "U" shape, his uplifted legs and leaned-back position letting Travis see almost everything. Then, with a slow roll of his hips, Mark gave a soft, breathy whimper as his cock squeezed into his tailhole, stretching it open with a gradual force that nearly drove Travis wild with eager anticipation. Then, with an almost audible 'pop,' the head sank inside Mark's bum, making Travis and Mark bite their lower lips in unison. Holding his hands on his shaft between his legs to keep it firmly in place, Mark started to hunch his hips then, slowly at first, then with rapidly-increasing speed, his eyes fluttering shut as he worked inch after meaty inch of his impossibly long, flexible cock right into himself. Awestruck by this performance, caught up in the spectacle of the godlike, statuesque male before him starting to hump his hips faster, harder, losing himself completely in the raw power of the moment, the intense sensations of Mark sodomizing himself, pumping his hips forward and back as though he were eagerly hammering some other male, about half his immense length fit somehow into the very snug passage of his bottom. It made Travis ache inside, almost as though what he was seeing were being done to him instead, his whole world starting to reel as his own cock leaked copious precum onto the carpet of the dressing room without him even touching himself.

Suddenly, Mark gave a short bark, his hands moving away from his shaft, which almost immediately popped free of his tailhole, bobbing before Travis' face, spattering droplets of precum onto the fox's lips, which he immediately licked off, before bending forward to lick the tip of Mark's cock, the taste of the Doberman's precum addictive to the smaller male. Despite his eagerness, though, Travis could see why Mark was forced to pull out of himself: he was growing way too hard, his shaft just getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger still, until Travis felt as though he couldn't open his eyes wide enough to take it all in. Panting, Mark rose to his feet, giving Travis a grin.

"So, what'd you think?" he asked, looping his hands together behind his back, letting his hips arch forward toward the small fox.

"You're awesome, Mark," Travis said, licking his dry lips. There was so much precum, and however big he already was, Mark Stryker was still getting bigger! No wonder he got paid for showing off that cock of his - it was absolutely incredible!

"You wanna see me suck myself off?" the Doberman dancer offered, stroking the tip of his index finger up the underside of his shaft, before stretching it out to Travis, who, almost in a trance, wrapped his lips around the finger, moaning as he greedily suckled off every drop of precum collected there.

"Please," he gasped out as he reluctantly released Mark's finger.

Gripping the base of his stiff shaft with one strong hand, Mark tilted it upward just enough so that he could bend his muzzle down a little, and start to slowly, almost teasingly swirl his tongue around the heavily-seeping tip, his bedroom eyes on Travis as he did so, making the tod just ache, his whole body trembling with pent-up passion. Mark chuckled as he saw how worked up the poor foxy was, and gave Travis a teasing wink.

"You don't have to hold back on my account," he said with a grin. "Anyway, it's only fair: you get a show, and so do I."

Having given Travis his permission, Mark bent downward, his lips parting as he engulfed his immense organ, getting a good third of that big, beautiful cock into his muzzle without hardly any effort. Taking his time, making sure Travis could see everything, Mark then slowly wrapped his lips around his cock, his cheeks hollowing out as he made a tight seal, his eyes growing heavy-lidded as he began to bob his head, taking no pains to avoid being both noisy and messy, growling and moaning salaciously as he started slurping and gulping on his juicy male meat.

It was too much! Not able to hold himself back any more, Travis gave a desperate yelp, and grabbed his own cock, pumping his black-furred hand up and down hard and fast like an animal possessed. The fox's energy and enthusiasm just made Mark get more horny than ever, and he started to thrust his muzzle down even harder, deeper, taking himself further than he'd ever done before. Feeling his cockhead bump the back of his throat, Mark didn't even slow down, his throat convulsing as he swallowed, feeling his eyes water a bit as he deep-throated himself, shivering all over at the wonderful feeling of his own powerfully-muscled neck pulsing and constricting around his shaft, squeezing him like a vise. So this was what it was like to be deep-throated...ngh! Big as he was, Mark had never experienced this before, never having dared to go quite so far, but in this time of intense passion, he'd pushed past another barrier of self-discovery, and found pleasure waiting beyond, intense and sweet. Drooling copiously around his cock, precum leaking out around the boundary of his lips, Mark was forced to hold his own breath as he bent forward, leaning back on the table once more to lift his legs, reaching around to grab his own rump, bending nearly double as he pushed his muzzle down to his balls, his whole world reeling at the combination of intense pleasure and lack of oxygen.

Gasping loudly for breath, Mark suddenly jerked off his cock just as his vision was starting to fill with spots of darkness. His eyes locked onto Travis, who was whining, pumping his proud foxcock with enthusiasm. Gritting his teeth, feeling Travis' infectious lust still coursing through his own body, the big Doberman grabbed his mighty shaft in both hands and began to jerk his firm flesh, hard and fast, keeping time with Travis. Travis, however, hadn't had the interruption that Mark had, and only managed to last a matter of moments longer before, with a high-pitched "yiff!" he came! Stopping his own masturbation, Mark grinned as he watched thick ropes of potent foxcum splatter the floor, the table, and patter onto his own thighs and belly. Giving a long, drawn-out groan as his orgasm gradually subsided, Travis slumped down into his chair, panting hard, his cheeks and inner ears deeply flushed.

"You're a little gusher, Trav," Mark complimented the fox, still stroking his cock, though more slowly than before, getting his length nice and slick with his copious precum. "Heh, messy, too. You came like a racehorse. And trust me," he added with a smirk, "I know enough racehorses to make the comparison."

Travis, obviously a worn-out little foxy right then, just gave Mark a thumbs-up and a panting grin. His cock momentarily flagged, but Mark could tell the hot little guy had at least another load in him, and probably two or three.

"You cum a lot, Trav," Mark continued, starting to speed up his hand. "But I gotta warn you: I cum a lot more. Once I blow, I'm gonna make a mess."

"I know," Travis forced out with an effort, his eyes fixed now on Mark's throbbing erection, bobbing with each of the Doberman's hand movements. "I saw." His own cock started to swell once more as he drooled in eagerness over the bigger male's immense erection. "I...I wanna see it again!"

Mark's grin was marred by a wince as he started to pick up his pace, heavy jets of precum spattering onto the floor around Travis' feet, and sometimes onto the fox's black-furred toes as well. One hand curled around his balls, pressing firmly into that tender spot right behind them, at the end of his perineum, while the other just started to pump good and hard and fast, becoming a blur with his eagerness to reach climax.

"Don't worry, Trav," Mark got out through clenched teeth. "You're...you're guh! NAAAAAAAAH!"

Mark's cry was suddenly cut off with a snap of his jaws as he hit his peak, hard; harder even than when he'd been on stage. The close proximity to his adoring audience, Travis' obvious worship of the big male, and the fox's own sweet scent, like sex, but better, his cum still dripping from Mark's balls and inner thighs, it was all just too much, the added stimulation more potent than any drug, than any fantasy.

The first gush caught Travis right in the chest, the force almost enough to bowl him right over in his chair. With a cry of delight as he recovered his balance in the brief relief between gushes, Travis leaned into the blast of thick white dobiecream, his muzzle parting as his fur was almost instantly matted down against his chest and belly, coated in an extra-white layer. The veins all over Mark's body stood out in clear definition, as did every muscle as he snarled and snapped at the air, holding instinctively onto control of his body for as long as he possibly could. It was an instinctive grasping, and also one doomed to ultimate, glorious failure as the Doberman's hips started to tremble, and then to jerk in desperate spasms, his back arching, making him slump back onto the table, spasm after spasm trembling up his cock as he landed on his back, bursts of cum splattering wetly onto the mirror of the vanity, then across the ceiling. Travis looked up in euphoric bliss as potent cum rained down around him, coating what little of his fur had escaped the first barrage, sticking it tightly to his trim body. Mark likewise was soon glistening with a coating of cum-glaze on his belly and chest as his hips continued to buck, his cock continuing to jerk, jetting out enough volume to make Old Faithful blush as he milked his cock with iron-fisted determination, his forearms visibly working as he flexed his fingers in waves down his hard length until it glistened with cum as well.

It wasn't until Travis himself slumped forward on top of the cum-coated dobie, drunk on the shared passion of the big dog's orgasm, that Mark's orgasm petered out. Even then, his final spasms were enough to soak the table beneath him, leaving him lying in a pool of cum, with Travis lying on top of him, panting hard for breath. Mark was panting at least as hard, and looked around in wonderment at the sheer volume coating...good grief, had he really hit the ceiling? And with that much cum? And the mirror, and the walls, and...

"Wow," the big male finally got out with a grin as white as the cum coating his formerly tan chest and belly, simply beaming with pride at such an overwhelming discharge. "Just wow."

"You said it," agreed Travis, panting as he rested on Mark's sticky belly, the Doberman's cock, now finally quiescent save for a slow trickle, resting with its glans just beneath his chin. Then, suddenly seeming to realize the danger of getting stuck to the gorgeous male beneath him when the cum dried - to say nothing of what his own fur would look like - Travis looked up at Mark, his expression a little sheepish. "Um, do you have a shower in here?"

Mark laughed, then gingerly rose to a sitting position, helping the wobbly-legged little fox onto his feet, before getting up himself.

"Yeah," he assured Travis, resting a big hand on the other male's shoulder, guiding him toward the door in the rear where he'd been about to go before Travis had first arrived. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up. That was lots of fun, but even with fur as short as mine, I don't want this stuff drying in it. With fluffy fur like yours, I'm sure you're wanting to get clean even more'n me."

"I love being covered in your cum, Mark," Travis said with a grin up at the other male, his tail wagging teasingly. "But there's only so much mess I can handle. Speaking of messes," he glanced back at the cum-splattered room with wondering awe. "Aw sheesh...how're we gonna clean that up?"

"Don't worry about it," Mark reassured his little friend and lover, reaching down with his other hand to open the door to the bathroom. "The cleaning staff around here've dealt with worse messes than mine, believe me." He chuckled as he nudged Travis into the room before him. "Actually, I think that's why they get paid so much: those janitors are professionals."

Shivering a little at Mark's touch against his slender, naked back as he stepped into the large bathroom, Travis took a moment to take in his surroundings, and even to admire the place. Actually, this bathroom deserved to be admired, as it was the sort of room you'd expect to see in rich people's mansions, complete with plush carpets, a nice big bathtub (though for someone of Mark Stryker's size, this was almost mandatory), and an even bigger walk-in shower with clear glass walls, right next to a deluxe floor-mounted fur dryer. Travis couldn't help but smirk a little as he saw this second-to-last item, his attention turning fully to the shower as the big dobie walked into it and started up the water: this was the sort of shower that would be perfect for shooting porn scenes.

"You just wanna stare, or you wanna join me?" Mark said over his shoulder, before half-turning toward Travis, offering the slender fox one walnut-cracking, yet still astonishingly gentle, hand. "I mean, it's obvious I love having an appreciative audience, but bathtime's a lot more fun with some helping hands."

Instantly Travis' tail started to wag, his ears perking up as he took the huge male's hand, letting himself be gently tugged into the shower, shutting the door behind him with one black-furred foot.

"I'd hate to waste water," said the little fox with a naughty grin, his hands already caressing the big, beautiful dobie's broad, well-muscled chest, paying special attention to the curve of fur where the color changed from black, as it was on almost all of Mark's back, to tan, as it was all the way down to his inner thighs. Mmm, and that included that nice, plump penis, soft now that it wasn't in immediate use. At least for now. Travis, of course, didn't intend for that to remain the case for long. "Here, let me help out; it's the least I can do after you were so nice to me."

Not resisting, Mark just stood there, watching Travis trustingly as the much-smaller male picked up a bottle of liquid soap from its shelf and quickly squirted a nice dollop over Mark's chest, making the bigger male shiver at the difference in temperature. His black-furred fingers proved incredibly skilled as he started to work them into Mark's fur, quickly getting the dobie all lathered up in front. Keeping his hands above the waist, at least for now, Travis did all the moving, letting Mark relax under the steaming water, even closing his eyes as he just basked in the heavenly sensations of having those wonderful foxfingers teasing through his short-trimmed fur and into the tense muscles beneath. He hadn't even realized how tensed-up he'd gotten, until Travis hit a few points of momentary pain, making Mark wince for a few seconds, before the pain passed, and was replaced instead with the most exquisite bliss.

"Like that, huh?" said Travis teasingly, and Mark opened his eyes, glancing down at the cock that had started to rise to halfmast as Travis continued his sudsy massage, now working those fingers into the muscles of Mark's two-toned buns. Mark just nodded, panting, as Travis stroked his hands over the half-moon of brown fur right beneath Mark's tail, before making the big dog whimper softly with a light caress to his tailhole, fingers ensuring that the dobie was nice and clean down there - not that this was much of a problem, since Mark never went on stage without making sure he was immaculate first.

Forcing himself to focus as Travis started to kneel, fingers working their way down Mark's thick, muscular legs, Mark grit his teeth to better cleanse his mind, to make himself come back to reality from the heaven of relaxation he'd been allowed by the skilled little fox. Now it was time to return the favor.

Travis gasped softly as he felt those huge, powerful hands close on his shoulders, and looked up at Mark for a moment, his hands resting on the other male's inner thighs, half-fearful that the gorgeous male was going to rape the fox's face. Not that it would be rape for very long, Travis had to admit to himself, his eyes dipping down to look down the barrel of that awe-inspiring penis, now almost fully erect, only a very little sag still left to it before the point of full, throbbing, precum-dripping arousal. But no, Mark wouldn't do something so mean, not to a nice little fox that had been so good to him. Instead, Mark gently lifted Travis back to his feet, then took the bottle of liquid soap.

"My turn to get you clean," Mark said with a grin, making Travis' tail wag with anticipation, letting his body just go totally relaxed as he stood there under the water, letting Mark do whatever he liked without any resistance. Unlike Travis' approach, Mark squirted the soap directly onto his hands, letting it warm a bit, before he reached out to the unresisting fox. To Travis, it felt as though his entire body were being simply engulfed_in those huge, wonderful hands. They were so big, so strong, and the sensations of being touched _everywhere so overwhelming that he couldn't hold back the moans of pleasure. If his own cock hadn't already been as stiff as a board after his fun soaping up Mark's beautiful body, he would have been by now. "You're so hot, Trav," growled Mark in Travis' ear, making the smaller male go weak in the knees, forcing him to reach out and grab the wall as firmly as he could to keep from stumbling, arousal draining his ability to keep standing.

"Thanks," Travis got out, his voice weak at first, but gradually recovering as Mark tilted the shower head so it rained down on them both, gently rinsing them clean. "For everything, I mean, especially the performance earlier: it was amazing!"

"Don't mention it," said Mark with a smile, giving Travis' back a friendly pat as the fox continued to grip the wall.

"There's one more thing I'd like you to do, though, before the night's over," Travis continued, making Mark blink, cocking his head to one side in curiosity, before his eyes widened as Travis hiked his tail upward, exposing his trim little buns. "I want to feel that cock in me, every inch."

"Um, I'm flattered," replied Mark, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck as he looked down at his cock, its full erection a clear sign of just what he thought of Travis' request. "But...well...you do know how big I am, right? And, you know..." he motioned to Travis' slim hips in demonstration. "You're not, I mean, back there."

Travis mischievous grin, an expression that only a fox could pull off quite right, made the big dobie gulp, his cock giving a visible twitch.

"Trust me," said Travis, eagerly wiggling his tight foxy butt in anticipation. "It's all right Mark: I may not look it, but I've got a..._depth_of talent you wouldn't believe."

Truth be told, Mark didn't believe it. But...rrrr! That teasing fox and his sweet, sexy buns! Licking his chops, giving a low, deep chuckle as he stroked his now-rigid erection, getting it nice and slick with precum, Mark walked toward Travis, his free hand reaching out, then nearly encircling the fox's slender waist. Feeling the touch of the other male, Travis' breathing starts to grow faster, his cock leaking precum from his intense arousal, without his even needing to touch himself. Travis felt himself rising up onto his toetips as Mark's thick bludgeon-tip tapped his tailhole, working against it, smearing it liberally with precum, then fit itself firmly in place as the Doberman leaned his hips forward, freeing both his hands, one still around Travis' waist, the other going to the fox's shoulder.

Nice and slow. That was the mantra Mark kept repeating to himself: nice and slow. He _liked_Travis, and didn't want to hurt him. But oh how he wanted to bury his cock in that sweet, tight, teasing little foxy rump. Travis whimpered at the first prod forward, and Mark, glancing down, could see a spurt of precum squirt from Travis' cock to splash against the shower wall as that nudge gently parted his tense pink tailhole. Nice and slow, that was how to do this, the only way to do this without splitting his little foxy friend in half. Another nudge, another slow thrust forward, and Travis trembled, going up on his tip-toes once more, his soft, fluffy foxtail pressed against Mark's chest. Mark's cock was bending slightly, only his dark-skinned glans about halfway inside Travis' tailhole now. That was all it took, though, to start feeling the tension as Travis' tailhole squeezed down on his cocktip, clenching and pulsing in little bursts as the fox did his best to control his breathing, to relax his body, getting ready for the imminent immense insertion he was about to experience. In an instant neither male quite expected, then, suddenly Mark's cock straightened, popping inside Travis' achingly tight rump, causing Mark to give a soft grunt of surprised pleasure, while Travis gave a short cry of surprise and momentary pain.

"You...you okay?" Mark got out, his voice husky and thick with a haze of lust-fueled pleasure, doing his best to force himself to stay in control, not to let his instincts dominate his mind just yet, not when he could hurt his little foxy friend so. "Should I stop?"

"No," Travis got out, his voice dazed-sounding, his mind and body awash in endorphins from one of the thickest cocks he'd ever felt inside himself. "Please, don't stop. Fill me up, all the way. But...go slow, at least to start." Travis turned his head slightly, giving Mark a shy smile. "I wasn't lying when I said I could take a cock your size. But, um, I didn't want to tell you how long it's been since my last king-sized cock." He turned away from Mark then, facing the wall, pressing his hands against its crystal-clear surface, his legs spread as far apart as possible. "I didn't want you to say no," he admitted softly.

"Silly fox," Mark said with a chuckle, nuzzling and then licking Travis' cheek, before his taut rump tensed, and he began slowly, oh-so-slowly working his hips in a steady gyrating motion, pressing forward by hard-won inches. Every slight gain was followed by a sudden spasm of clenching from Travis' tailhole, the pressure, the tightness, the sensations enough to drive Mark right to the edge of his willpower. If he wasn't such a well-trained professional, he'd have popped his cork before he even hit the halfway point. It didn't help that Travis kept making those hot foxy noises of his, whimpers and yelps and cute 'n sexy little 'yiff' noises, all while wiggling his hips and working his sweet little buns for all he was worth. So much distraction, it was almost impossible for Mark to keep his mind away from the pleasure that he knew would overwhelm him almost immediately if he gave it more than a few seconds' attention. Then, suddenly, Mark felt his hips press against Travis' red-furred rump, the fox's soft, beautiful tail curling around the Doberman's waist.

"All the way in," gasped out Travis breathlessly; Mark could only grunt in response, nodding his agreement, not trusting his voice right then. "Told ya I could take it," the fox added with a grin that did little to mask the tension in his face and all his body.

Mark didn't respond. Really, at that point, he couldn't, all his concentration focused on keeping himself from cumming before he was good and ready. And he wouldn't be good and ready until Travis was ready. The only sound he managed was a low, panting groan as he pulled himself back, his glistening cock sliding almost halfway out of Travis' smooth foxy rump, before the Doberman gave a deep, masculine grunt as he shoved his full length back inside, coaxing a loud, yelping YIFF of surprise and stunned, pressured pleasure from Travis, his muzzle dropping open. Gripping the shower wall tightly, Travis' whole body tensed up, as did Mark's, as Mark started to move his hips now, thrusting slowly at first, but quickly building up speed, every slap of his hips against Travis' sweet little buns making the fox's cock bob and squirt another heavy gush of precum against the wall.

"You feel so huge," gasped Travis breathlessly. "It's like you're gonna split me in half." He looked up at Mark over his shoulder with dazed, heavy-lidded eyes, before licking the underside of the big dog's muzzle. "It feels good," he added, his eyes rolling back into his head before he closed them, moaning with slutty adoration of the absolutely monumental length of male meat inside of his slender, clenching body.

"You like that fat doggie meat, don't you, foxy?" growled Mark in Travis' ear, his voice tense from the fox's exquisite tightness. "You love taking it all the way under your tail."

Travis might have responded to these accusations, but didn't get a chance, his voice turned into a high-pitched squeal of pleasure, a spurt of precum splattering against the clear glass of the shower, as the big Doberman ground his hips against the fox's red-furred rump, making sure to properly churn Travis' insides until the slender male was dizzy with the stimulation to his inside parts, before he started thrusting again. Giving an almost girlish, slutty moan with each thrust, Travis' cock bobbed faster, and faster still with each impact, the slap of flesh-on-flesh resounding through the shower stall, his balls likewise bouncing each time Mark's heavy sac slapped against them from behind.

Then Mark began to _really_pick up the pace. Squealing like a kit, Travis' blunt claws raked the glass wall of the shower, his cheek pressed up against its misting surface as the huge dog grabbed his butt tightly in those massive, powerful hands of his, just letting it all go as he started to plow the little foxy like a fertile field. If the pair could have been seen from behind, the lucky observer would have seen Mark's docked tail hiked high, exposing the tan underside of his tail, both tan and black parts of his rump clenching and flexing as he really put his back into pounding his hot little foxslut to the fullest. Travis' buns, meanwhile, would be seen to bounce slightly with each impact, the ripple of force from Mark's thrusting hips running through Travis' entire body like an ocean wave, making him tremble under the power of the mighty male mounting him, his cock and balls jiggling with each movement of the Doberman. Mark didn't stop there, though, his pace picking up ever more steadily, until Travis' body was jerking back and forth so fast it looked almost as though it were holding still, every muscle on his slender, trim little body tensed, standing out in clear definition, his teeth grit tightly together. Unable to help himself any longer, Travis reached down with one black-furred hand and seized tight hold of his heavily-gushing cock, fisting and then pumping his smooth pink shaft to drive himself that much faster toward the inevitable conclusion of this passionate tryst.

"I'm gonna cum, Mark," Travis gasped out breathlessly, the black fur of the hand stroking his cock slick with his copious precum, his belly and bottom tight, clearly visible signs of his imminent climax, as was his extended tongue. The fox's other hand pressed firmly against the glass of the shower, the fingers flexed, the tendons standing out in stark relief at the tension coursing through the smaller male's body, tension that would soon find its ultimate release. Hearing Travis' words, Mark gave a deep, masculine grunt, and started to pound Travis' sweet foxy bottom with all his might, holding nothing back at all, the fox's tail flush with the dog's belly and chest. This was all it took, and with an adorable squeal, Travis started to squirt, his cum splattering against the side of the shower in gush after gush, his hand a blur as he milked out every last drop.

Mark, feeling Travis' tailhole clenching down around him so very, very tightly, slowed, gritting his teeth, his own belly and rump tense as he fought to keep control, using his extensive training to hold off his orgasm well past the point where any normal male would have burst. All the same, he never actually stopped thrusting completely, making sure to pound Travis' prostate properly, helping the smaller male to squeeze the last dregs of his orgasm out to their fullest. Finally, both of Travis' hands went to the wall of the shower, probably the only thing that kept him up now, after such a powerful orgasm. The intensity of the experience showed in his flushed, happy face, in his lolling, panting tongue, his slowly-receding pink penis, and in his almost completely limp body as he sank forward, bending until he was resting against the shower wall at almost a right angle.

It was at this moment that Mark gave his hips another hard thrust, making Travis cry out, pressing his cheek against the glass as his cock surged to a sudden second erection. There would be no mercy for little foxes now, and Mark growled as much in Travis' ear, along with a host of other erotic obscenities, until Travis was drunk as much on Mark's words as on the pleasure the big dog was bringing him, and had already brought him. The bathroom filled with Travis' whimpers and slutty moans, and with the deep-throated grunts of Mark, and with the slap of flesh on fur, fur on flesh, while steam obscured all but the most essential details of the carnal acts taking place in the shower.

"Gonna cum," growled Mark suddenly, feeling himself hit the point of no return. "Gonna fill you up, Trav."

"Do it," whimpered the little fox, his eyes screwed tightly shut, his own cock already starting to pulse with a second orgasm.

Hearing the fox's words, Mark pumped his shaft forward and back twice more, and then gave a loud bark, the sound cut off suddenly as he wrapped his jaws around the scruff of Travis' neck - a mating bite - while one hand seized the base of Travis' fluffy tail, tugging on it, using it like a handle to pump one last orgasm out of the little fox. It was more than enough, and Travis' second orgasm blasted through his body, even as he painted the shower wall with another, smaller, gush of cum at the same moment he felt Mark's own almost overwhelming gush of cum splash against his inner places with the force of a typhoon.

Slowing, Mark drew out the last moments of his shared orgasm with Travis, panting hard, his short-furred body beaded with sweat as well as the moisture in the air of the bathroom. Copious gushes of cum slowly, steadily leaked out from around where his cock was plugging Travis' tailhole, the astonishing inner depths of the fox, able to hold far more than Mark would have ever suspected, keeping the leak from becoming an outright gush, even with Mark's prodigious production from his swollen cum factories...at least at first. As Mark began to soften over the course of several long, relaxing minutes of steadily-building afterglow, his cock eventually popping free of Travis' rump, the expected gush finally came, spattering the floor of the shower with the big dog's nearly impossibly-copious discharge.

"You took it all, Travis," said Mark, shaking his head in amazement. "There's not many that can say that - none of 'em your size."

"It felt amazing," sighed Travis happily, slowly wagging his tail. He didn't dare wag any faster, though, due to the sweetly aching soreness just beneath that beautiful bushy foxtail. "But," he looked over his shoulder, and then grinned as he looked at Mark's own cum-matted fur, an easy match to Travis' own, "I think we both need to clean up now."

The sense of relaxed afterglow persisted as the two males gently washed each other off, taking their time, neither in any great hurry. There was a light temptation to start another round of lovemaking, but both males sensed that, somehow, now wasn't quite the right time for it; they both had sweet memories, and anything more would simply be a distraction from what had already taken place. Without the distractions of additional sex, it wasn't too long before both males were clean and dried, and their clothes back in place. As Mark finished tugging on his footgear, sitting near the door of the dressing room, Travis came up to him, now fully dressed, and gave the big dog a hug.

"Thanks for everything, Mark," the smaller male murmured in the Doberman's ear, before giving Mark a sweet little lick on the cheek. The cute gesture made Mark grin before he returned the hug, then released the little fox.

"I love showing others a good time, Trav," Mark affirmed, rising slowly to his feet and opening the door.

"You do a good job of it," Travis chuckled, before heading out of the room and starting down the hallway to the parking lot. "Goodbye, Mark," he said over his shoulder. "Maybe we'll meet again sometime."

"Yeah," Mark said with a smile. "And if not, foxy, you can always see me on stage."

Watching Travis leave, admiring that cute foxy bottom as the smaller male walked, Mark finally closed the door, smiling to himself. Yeah, it had been a great night, hadn't it? Stretching nice and slow, feeling a glow inside at having done a good job with his little guest, Mark gathered the rest of his things and opened the door himself, ready to head home after a good night's work. After all, he'd need his rest, because tomorrow night, as always, was another night at work. Of course, it helped a lot when you loved what you did for a living. With this thought in mind, Mark's tail wagged while he walked to the parking lot, eager to see what tomorrow would bring.