No Work, All Pleasure
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-WARNING-
The following story contains sexual content, not suitable for people below the age of 18, or anyone who finds disgust, or offense, to the following scenes.
Some scenes you may find offensive in this story are:
- Homosexual activity (sexual acts between two or more men)
- Anthropomorphic animals (aka "furries", animals that take on human like bodies)
- Unprotected sexual acts
- Leather
- Public sex
This is not a complete list of the graphic, sexual scenes you will read during this story. Please, if you are not comfortable with any of the above, refrain from reading further. I take no responsibility for the actions taken, or feelings hurt, by anyone who chooses to read this story.
To all those who dare read further, you've been warned.
No Work, All Pleasure
By Linkin Monroe
Kavik sat alone at the bar of the local gay club, The Dog Pound. The chubby black and white malamute hunched over the counter, his paws wrapped around a glass of whiskey. It had been a rough day at work, the proposal he'd been asked to do a month ago was rejected by the big man upstairs."I bet the son of a bitch didn't even look at it," he growled, squeezing the glass.
"Yeah... yeah..." nodded the camel cleaning glasses on the other side of the counter, an older fellow Kavik had come to know as Frank.
"He's been riding me all this time," Kavik added with an exasperated thrust of his arms. He might have been a little more dramatic than usual, but the booze urged him along.
"Well fuck him!" Frank urged as he put a glass away on the rack behind him. "You're here to forget about work, not lament about it." The camel grabbed another dirty glass and began wiping it down much like he had the first. He then added, "We've got a new performer here. He's got a pretty good looking body if you ask me."
With a roll of his eyes as his sole response, Kavik tossed his head back letting the rest of the fine whiskey slide down his throat before turning around and looking over the crowd of furs that were bouncing and moving with the music. The twinge of alcohol left him unsure if the steady thud echoing in his pointed ears was his own heartbeat or the deep thuds from the bass in the music, but he went with the latter after considering how loud it was.
The smell of sweat, musk, and alcohol was thick tonight, probably because it was underwear night at The Dog Pound. Kavik still wore his slacks and white dress shirt, his tie was loosened around his neck. The malamute had gone straight from work to the bar.
His eyes latched onto a slim, orange fox dancing seductively on the stage, the vulpine wearing only a black fish-net shirt and some mesh briefs that neither hid the creamy fur underneath, nor his boy toys below. The malamute watched as the fox's hips swung seductively to the loud music as a spotlight from above followed his every step, his paws twirling a pair of glow sticks that were attached to them with a slim string. The crowd cheered as he kept going, and even Kavik had to admit his skills were at least a little impressive.
Taking his eyes off the fox, Kavik scanned the club's sitting patrons, for those were the ones he was really interested in. The predators sat in their secluded red leather booths, stalking their prey for the evening. A few had already gotten lucky and were getting sucked off by some twinkish males, Kavik knew they'd be fucking later. He wasn't expecting much for his own evening here at the club, considering previous visits to this place. He partly blamed his lack of experience of being on the dance floor and shake his tail, but he thought he would look ridiculous and other furs would just mock him, not only because he didn't know how to dance, but also because of the slight belly he had developed over the past few years. 'If only they __weren't_ so shallow_,' Kavik thought, staring over the predators stalking the other prey.
His eyes slowly looked over every one, his paws fumbling with his empty glass, silently wishing that he would stand up and get in on the action, but nerves held him back. He sighed out loud, and wished someone would drag him onto the dance floor and break the ice, but let the realization dawn that tonight was going to be no different.
The song finally ended and the spotlight turned off, the fox disappeared off the stage as he followed a massive black wolf. Kavik didn't need any clues on what would be going on in that guy's booth in a few seconds. The hyena who was DJing that night made some sort of announcement over the microphone about the next dancer named Clifford. Kavik assumed that he was the new performer Frank mentioned from the way the hyena was praising and building the hype for him.
He perked a brow as the hyena finished cackling and started another song, a bit more grittier and dirtier than the previous one. It was kind of catchy and Kavik caught himself bobbing his head to the music as a dark figure walked out onto the stage from behind the curtains. The spotlight came back on and Kavik found himself staring at a black and tan doberman who was decked out with a studded leather collar buckled around his muscular neck, a harness that showed off his tree trunk sized chest and his broad shoulders. He also wore leather chaps which clung to his short, healthy, shiny fur, and a pair of black leather boots to round out his look. His chest and abdominals glistened as sweat, caused by the spotlight, drizzled down his fur towards the leather jockstrap which housed a seemingly larger than average bulge. Kavik found himself desperately wanting to see what was beneath as he licked his chops and stared.
The crowd was going crazy as the Doberman walked down the raised platform to the center of the stage, let the music take control over his body and moved unlike anyone Kavik had seen before, especially in constricting leather. The canine brazenly gyrated and pushed his bubble butt against the dancing pole, giving all of the wanting boys in the crowd the show of their life. The smell of musk grew stronger in the air as erections rose, Kavik felt himself pitch a bit in his pants. He didn't know why, but the doberman looked so familiar, but he couldn't place his tongue on it. Seeing the breed was rare enough, and the only one he knew was--
The big man upstairs, his boss: Shawn Baxton.
He stared in shock at his dancing boss, who was not only stealing the looks from the prey, but with the moves he was doing now, the predators in the side booths were getting a good look at him too. Kavik suddenly felt sick. Ten minutes ago he was cursing his boss out, and now he found himself lusting over him. He barely recognized him without the suit that hid that masculine body, granted tonight it was dark and somewhat hazy with the fog machine.
"What do you think?" Frank commented, leaning on the bar and stared at the canine. "Pretty good moves he's got there huh? I wouldn't mind chewing on his bone..."
"I-I gotta go..." Kavik muttered, flustered and upset. He put down a fifty dollar bill, which was more than enough for the five glasses of whisky and a tip for the camel. He slid off his chair, keeping his back to the stage as he headed for the exit, weaving his way through furs that were staring and hooting at the dancing dobie.
Kavik found it strange, even though he was getting further from the crowd and the stage, the cheering was becoming louder. He didn't want to look back to see what was going on, the doors were just a few feet away. The malamute suddenly froze when he felt eyes on him, becoming painstakingly aware of the heat from the massive spotlight on his backside. Kavik looked over his shoulder, the thud of the beat in his ears now was, without a doubt, his own heartbeat. He knew every eye in the club was on him now, and he wished he could turn into a small ant and disappear.
Not more than five feet behind him, his boss approached confidently as furs parted the way between him and the malamute. Kavik swallowed the lump in his throat as the other canine approached, watching the smooth motion of the few steps he took to be face to face, his muzzle only a few inches from the malamute's. Kavik could smell the hint of cool mint on his warm breath.
"Don't like what you see?" The handsome Doberman cooed, a real tongue-in-cheek attitude as he gave the malamute an up-down, spotting the bulge in the malamute's pants and teased, "it looks like someone else likes what they see."
Kavik didn't trust his own voice to respond. What would he say? He found himself flustered, scared, bewildered and lost. He only shook his head with the slightest of whimpers. Why did he feel so claustrophobic? He felt the heat emanating from the canine's hefty chest, watching those muscles rippling underneath that shimmering black fur, and found that he wanted to just reach out and grab it, lick it, crave it.
"Didn't you know? It's underwear night, and you're still dressed," the dobie taunted, his paws slowly reaching up to the top button of his dress shirt and lifted his head to the malamute's ear and breathed into it, "Strip."
Without realizing it, Kavik obeyed instantly, the simple command broke the nerves and he fidgeted with his pants. His confusion turned into desire, his boss was had already unbuttoned his shirt halfway, revealing his belly and helping him get comfortable in this new atmosphere. Kavik's paws shook as he unbuttoned his pants and wriggled his hips, his pants dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them, revealing a pair of whitey tighties. He blushed, his muzzle turning a slight hue of red as the Doberman reached forward and pulled at the tie around Kavik's neck. This was it, this was the shove that Kavik had needed, the shove he wished for.
"This way pup," he said as he lead them through a sea of furs that watched, and Kavik realized the music had changed. They got to the stage and Kavik followed the Doberman up and suddenly found himself frotting and grinding against the stud. He didn't even realize his shirt had become completely unbuttoned and then lost, along with his pants, in the crowd. His self doubts and anger disappeared as he started to enjoy the bumping and the panting. He wanted to kiss and suckle on the dangling tongue of the doberman.
Both were getting riled up, their bulges bouncing and mashing against each other. Kavik didn't care that everyone was watching them. He smirked and pressed into the hot stud, knowing that every fur in the club was wishing they were him at that moment, and he was going to relish every second of it.
"Kneel," he heard the dobie pant in his ear, the furs unaware of the command given to him on stage. His knees buckled and nearly obeyed instantly but Kavik resisted his inner urges.,
"But the people here--" he whispered back, mid grind.
"Will get a good show," the doberman snapped his teeth together tauntingly as he slipped his pawns down Kavik's back and beneath his whitey tighties to grip at his ass cheeks."Now. Kneel."
Kavik sunk to his knees, the heavy smell of man musk hit his nose harder than before as he looked straight at his boss's massive bulge. It was no wonder his stage name was Clifford, his aching cock was so huge, he wondered how big it was trapped underneath that leather jockstrap.
The entire time his boss was instructing him on what to do next, Kavik knew he was blushing. His paws had unbuckled the leather chaps that now lay in a crumpled heap around the canine's boots. The last article of clothing was the jockstrap.
"Pull them off," Clifford said quietly. Kavik raised his paws to do so but was interrupted again. "with your teeth." He sneered.
Kavik let out a low moan as he felt a firm paw rub affectionately over his ear, while another paw dipped under his chin, lifting his nose until it rested against the dobie's crotch.
The sounds of the crowd and music became background noise. Kavik became lost in the moment. He carefully bit the waistband of the jock and tugged on it, finding it somewhat easy to pull the leather away and down, gasping a little as he saw the thick sheath and ten inches of red dog dick slip out and flop over his muzzle, rubbing sweat and musk on Kavik's face.
"Good boy!" the Doberman barked out loud for the crowd to hear, getting whoops and hollers to go on. He looked down and gripped the back of Kavik's head and grinned, "Now.... lick it."
Kavik reached up to grab a hold of the massive fuck rod, he wanted to put his lips around it and blow it like there was no tomorrow. His arousal swelled at the thought of tasting this stud's dick. He leaned forward when he received a swift slap to the side of his face.
"I said lick it, not touch it," Clifford growled, glaring down at the timid malamute. "Paws behind your back."
Kavik whimpered at the tone, but did as he was told, holding his paws behind him obediently and leaning forward with his trembling body, his rough, pink tongue lapped over the throbbing piece of meat. He heard the Doberman gasp and shudder, his body moved up and down, grinding his bare rump against the dance pole as Kavik administered gentle licks to the swollen member, lapping up the bead of precum that dripped from the tapered tip to the veiny sides and down to the fuzzy tan sheath. This got a reaction that Kavik wasn't anticipating. Neither was the Doberman.
Clifford let out a loud moan of pleasure as Kavik's tongue wormed into the warm sheath, followed by another one as he pushed his tongue in again. The crowd roared for more, and Kavik wanted to see what would happen but was forced to stop when he felt sharp pain on his neck when the dobie grabbed his scruff and yanked the heavier set malamute to his feet, staring him in the eye, a slight look of embarrassment on his face.
"Now, bend over slowly and lean against the pole," Clifford growled to regain his composure. "Shake that curl!" he barked loudly, a tool to get the crowd begging.
Kavik breathed a sigh of relief when his punishment was less than he expected. Glancing to his side, Kavik noticed two furs in the crowd engaging in full on buttsex and wondered if that was about to happen to him. The malamute let out a low whimper as he felt a pair of paws tug his whitey tighties down to his relief, all seven inches of his cock sprung out and slapped his soft belly before dangling between his legs. He watched as his stripper boss tossed his white undergarments into the crowd, leaving Kavik wearing only his work tie.
He shook his ass as the doberman occasionally gave his rump a playful spank, making the malamute moan out and lift his rump up for more. The crowd was going crazy, and Kavik was enjoying being the reason for their erections. He craved the abuse, lusting for more as he pushed his face into the metal of the pole. He lifted a leg which helped show off the curve of his ass, his pink pucker now on display for all to see.
Kavik looked down at his leaking cock and saw the doberman kneel behind him. He felt Clifford's firm paw hold his lifted leg, then shuddered when he felt the cold nose brush against the cleft of his ass. He moaned out when a warm, wet tongue ran from his taint, up his crack and over his tailhole. The malamute shivered in pleasure, his mind no longer concerned or worried of who saw, heard or spoke of what happened that night. All he wanted was to feel that amazing tongue over his ass again.
Kavik swallowed and bit his lip, holding his breath. He was stuck on cloud-ca-nine as he felt the gentle licks of the doberman's talented tongue on his hole, eating him out. The wet muscle wormed in and out of his ass, causing him to whimper and squirm against the pointed snout. He wanted to feel more inside him, he wanted his boss to fuck him.
The relentless assault on his hole came to an end when the second song stopped. The crowd cheered louder when Clifford stood up from behind Kavik. The cheers turned into a chant, one that only fueled his new desires.
"Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!" the crowd ranted and the hyena at the DJ table shrugged. Whoever was supposed to come on stage next could wait a little longer as he prepared to play a different song.
The Doberman pressed hard into Kavik's bare rump, his cock hot dogging those delicious ass cheeks. He leaned over and whispered, "I don't have any rubber on me..."
"Fuck me," Kavik growled wantingly, pushing back on the hot pulsing dogmeat that was rubbing against his tailhole. He didn't care at this point, he needed to feel that massive fuck rod inside him. What surprised him was when he felt cold metal close around his wrist and heard the click of a cuff locked into place. He looked up and saw his paws were now cuffed and linked around the pole. His ears folded back as he looked towards the grinning dog.
"Did you hear that? The pup wants to get fucked! Let's give him what he wants!" Clifford barked to the crowd and a few pairs of underwear flew their way on to the stage. The smell of musk grew heavier. Even the hyena was leaning back, stroking his cock at this show.
Kavik whimpered when he felt the pointed tip of Clifford's big, red cock press against his wet pucker. He felt both paws on his hips, rubbing gently and encouragingly as he felt it slowly stretch him open. Letting out a low whimper and whine of discomfort as he squirmed, Kavik felt as though the dick was getting thicker as it went deeper, it felt a lot bigger than it looked. He clenched and shivered for a moment, and the doberman stopped.
"Easy now..." Clifford whispered, leaning forward and rubbing Kavik's belly to comfort and reassure, "Breathe and relax, the worst part is over..."
Kavik whimpered and nodded, relaxing his tight anal passageway allowing the doberman to slip in further, moaning out as he felt the tip nudge against his prostate and sent butterflies up his guts.
"That's it," the doberman panted into Kavik's ear and started to rock his hips back and forth, stretching the malamute's insides slowly.
Kavik rotated his hips, lifting his rump up and spreading his legs as his back arched. He leaned against the pole, holding on with his cuffed paws as he let out a loud groan when he felt the doberman bottom out inside him, loving the feeling of the other canine's hips pressed against his rump. His curled tail wagged against his backside as he opened his eyes, looking back the best he could as he watched the doberman pick up his speed, matching the increasing beat of the music.
The overwhelming sensation of his prostate being pounded against coursed through Kavik's body, making him moan and crave for more. The Doberman's muscular chest was now pressed into Kavik's back, huffing and panting as he leaked pre into the canine beneath him, making it easier for him to thrust faster and harder into the slicked up passage. He could feel his orgasm building up, the feeling swelling to his loins as his knot knocked at Kavik's rear entrance.
Clifford knew better than to tie with the malamute, but instead he kept thrusting until he let out a bark as his balls pulled closer to his groin and twitched inside of the canine as he started to shoot his seed into him. He shivered as he tried to hold still but his cock was too sensitive, endorphins washed over him and he pulled his cock out, groaning as he shot the rest of his his load onto the malamute's rump and backside. He grinned as he stood back when his orgasm came to an end, looking at his masterpiece. His seed dripped from the malamute's stretched hole.
Kavik whimpered in need, his cock was aching and the puddle underneath him was an indication he was close to blowing his own load. He looked back at Clifford, the look in his eyes begged for the doberman to not leave him hanging. The doberman reached forward and pulled the dangling black tie around Kavik's neck and in a somewhat discomforting way Kavik found himself sitting down on the stage, his back against the dance pole, still cuffed to the metal, wondering if he would be allowed to get off. The dobie's cum leaked out onto the malamute's curly tail. As he looked up at the other dog, he could see him stroking his thick cock, and playing with his cum between his fingers.
Clifford gave Kavik a playful wink as he reached behind himself and shuddered a little as he played with his hole. The malamute gawked in disbelief from his position as the crowd lost their minds, screaming as if they were at some sort of rock concert. Finally, squatting down and straddling over Kavik's cock, he positioned the pointed tip under his nub tail, grateful he lubed himself prior to his show just in case a client later who was less willing to bottom than Kavik. To Kavik's amazement, the dobie slid down smoothly and rather aggressively. They groaned in unison as the malamute's cock stretched Clifford's warm passage as he bottomed out on that aching seven inches, just before the knot. The doberman panted and shivered, a lopsided grin came across his face as the malamute moaned in pleasure.
The dobie panted and started to raise and lower himself over the cock inside him, riding it and showing off his ass to the furs watching the canine stud take the cock like a pro. He loved the feeling of thickness inside him as much as he loved a tight hole around his own dick. It gave him such a rise to ride even the most submissive of guys, making them squirm and moan for his ass. He clenched around the cock as he sat down on Kavik's lap, making the malamute whimper.
"Mmm.... you feel pretty good," Clifford growled with a pant as he started to ride a bit faster.
"Aa-aaahhh," Kavik could only reply, his mind spinning as his orgasm was building. He'd never felt this much pleasure before. "Gonna...cum..."
"That's okay..." Clifford panted, his sphincter clenching again around the thick cock in him.
Kavik writhed in his spot as he got closer and closer to the edge of unloading. The dobie's muscles rippled under the sheen of the lights shining on them, Kavik wanted to touch them and lick them, but he was helpless, cuffed against this pole. He started to whimper when he felt his balls contract, yelping as it jumped and emptied itself into the doberman who had used his ass skillfully to pleasure himself. He was surely going to milk that bone of all of it's seed.
Kavik was sure that he wasn't the only one who busted a nut at that moment. His eyes lidded as he panted heavily, the dobie going until Kavik's orgasm ended and every drop of seed was deposited in his ass. Clifford stood up, clenching as the cock slipped out of his ass with a wet slurp and reached behind Kavik to uncuff him. They smiled at each other, their lust sated...for now.
The spotlight turned off and the song came to an end. Kavik took the paw that was extended to him in the darkness and found himself walking off the stage with Shawn. He wondered how he was going to tell his boss... he didn't even think the dobie recognized him, even though they were in the same meeting room just a few hours before.
They passed through the curtains and past the next dancer, a red panda who was sporting his own boner through a skimpy outfit.
"Good luck beating that show," Clifford laughed as he gave a playful punch to the smaller dancer, still leading Kavik away in the cranny of his arm and torso. Kavik felt himself become a little more self-conscious as they were backstage of the club. He'd never been back here before, and found it very interesting how the director was flailing and trying to get his agenda back on track, but held his clipboard over his crotch.
"Come into my dressing room," Clifford said, opening the door and leading Kavik in before closing the door and tossing the malamute some clothes. "Put those on, they might be a little big on you..." he said as he started to dress. "My place or yours, pup?"
Kavik stammered, trying to introduce himself before it went any further. He gasped when he felt two strong paws on his arms and a pair of soft lips against his, kissing him. His eyes fluttered with his heart and he kissed back. They held the kiss, their naked bodies pressed into each other. The kiss grew in passion, turning into a full make out session, their tongues dancing over each other and into each other maw. Kavik decided he would just tell his boss later.
It didn't take long after that, they pulled on the dobie's clothes and Clifford ended his shift, not that he would be doing any more dancing for the night, and usually after his dance, he'd be someone's client for the night. Tonight, he decided, he was Kavik's client.
They stepped out of the loud club, the echoing thwump of the music leaving their ears as Kavik followed Clifford to his car. After getting in, the dobie took Kavik to his place. Kavik introduced himself as though they had never spoken before. 'Not that it really mattered', the malamute thought, his boss was only bringing him along for a one night stand, and they shared in some idle chit chat. It was then the doberman divulged his interest in blowjobs, which didn't take long before long they had to pull off to the side of the road into a secluded part of town for the pointed eared dobie to blow Kavik off.
After the malamute shot his load into the hungry, muscular doberman, they got back into the car and was somewhat more relaxed and comfortable as they passed through a gate and beheld his boss's mansion. This was the first time Kavik had seen this place, as he wasn't invited to the summer party which was held there the year previous. From the outside, it looked like a miniature castle, but inside opened up a vast space, but he didn't have time to take a tour. Kavik found himself thrown onto the king sized bed and the dobie on top of him, kissing deeply as they stripped down again.
Kavik didn't get much sleep that night, both canines howling loudly into the early hours of the morning. The bed was a mess by the time 6:00 AM flashed and an alarm beeped on the doberman's phone next to a discarded condom full of Kavik's seed on the nightstand. The dobie reached over, and dismissed the alarm clock then wrapped the arm back around Kavik who was nestled up comfortingly against him, rubbing a paw over his stomach.
"I gotta get ready for my other job," Clifford muttered, bumping his snout against Kavik's nose. "Would you like to exchange numbers? I had a lot of fun last night and would like to see you again."
'You'll see me again real soon,' Kavik mused, remembering they would be having a revisit for his revised proposal he was supposed to do last night. But he nodded and shook his curl, "I'd like to see you again too, Clifford."
"Uh... my name is Shawn Baxton..." the dobie admitted. "Clifford is my stage name."
'I know.' "Shawn? I like that," Kavik smiled and nose bumped again with a soft smooch on the cheek.
"Would you care to join me in the shower? And then I can make you some breakfast before taking you home?"
"I'll be okay," Kavik said as he sat up in the bed, grimacing as his sore rump tingled and shot pain up his back. Shawn certainly knew how to pound a dog. "I'll get a cab, I gotta get home to get ready for my own job."
The dobie nodded and got out the bed. They waited for the cab to pick Kavik up, kissing goodbye and closed the door behind him. He reached behind him as he walked to the shower, rubbing his tailbone. It had a good dull feeling, he could still feel how much he'd been stretched out and grinned as he stepped into the shower.
Seven hours later
Shawn was still thinking about the night before, it left him with a boner as he waited in his leather chair for his next meeting of the day. He was going to be going over a proposal discussion again for expanding the company in another region with some guy he met with yesterday and brushed him off, declining the suggestion. He could only think about the next time he'd see Kavik again.
"Mr. Baxton?" His receptionist rang over on the intercom, "your one o'clock is here. Should I send him in?"
"Thank you Miss Wolfe," he responded, looking up at the double doors.
One of the doors opened and stepping through was none other than a smirking black and white malamute.
"K-Kavik?" Shawn's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes as he sat up in his chair.
The malamute closed the door and locked it behind him, "Didn't you know?" he grinned wider as he started to walk seductively toward the shocked doberman, removing his own tie, "It's underwear night and you're still dressed... Strip."
~FIN~