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The Silver Collar

By Roofles

Commission piece for LysergBakaBaka

Doberman with a human at a strip club one night…

It was just another night, down town at the club. That’s how it always starts.

The city lights had turned on after the sun had set, the hard working stiffs of the day trudging back home while the night crew got ready for their shifts. It was these beaten down sods that The Silver Collar was here for. To satisfy their more carnal desires and to squeeze every last drop of their hard earned cash from their sticky fingers.

Off the main street you turn left at the Susie’s diner. Take a block down before making a beeline for the park; the turn is a little strange but all of downtown driving with their one ways, back ways and alleyways is treacherous. Once you hit Park Ave you head straight on down until you see the big neon sign reading “The Silver Collar.”

Sam, the owner, had designed the sign to be appealing to the masses while clearly being for something more adult in mind with the heavy set collar slung over the words. The simple sign wouldn’t turn on until after hours and by then all the good kiddies had gone to bed; or at least that’s how Sam had wanted to keep it.

He knew what his business was. Everyone did. He had a certain clientele and those regulars, when kept happy, were more than willing to throw enough dough around to keep the place going for years and buy him his third Lexus while they were at it.

And the only thing Sam loved more than money was his cars; everyone in the club knew that.

Still, that didn’t make the bear of a man a bad guy. Just a greasy swindler and once you knew who you were working for; it surprisingly became easy to deal with. In their line of work, Toby was used to it.

The Doberman had been through several places throughout his years on the strip and only because a friend had recommended it, did he even bother applying here. The canine had bills to pay, debt to deal with and a student loan that wasn’t going anywhere fast.

His degree in Art History had been a major mistake he was still paying for. This job on the other hand paid more than well enough to keep his head above the metaphorical waters of bankruptcy and have a decent life; hoping to pursue his own dreams through hard work eventually.

Everyone had a story on The Strip and his wasn’t any better.

“Even if that meant the butt sweat…” Toby said with a growing frown on his face as he stood in the back room of The Silver Collar. The dressing room was a mix between a locker room one might see at the gym and a burlesque shop.

Lockers lined one wall with fuzzy carpet on the floor, several mirrored dressing tables took up the middle of the room with several coat racks behind them. Each rack had a different outfit the strippers could wear of all varying sizes. Full body mirrors hung between each one so the dancers could check out their costumes, making sure they fit properly… before tearing them off on stage.

The dressing room given to the “girls” had to be from the twenties Hollywood era. There was even a powder station in one of the corners; Toby unsure what exactly he needed to powder up on as he faced one of the oversized mirrors. The lights above were dim and the canine found himself straining to get a good look as he checked himself out.

He was a tall canine, most Doberman’s were. His digitgrade paws helped with that he was sure. Toby was tone of build. Not fat, nor skinny. He made sure to have a good amount of meat on his bones; something he needed for this job to begin with. There was a reason why no stripper worth their salt was over or underweight.

The tricks he did required the muscle to pull them off. Talk to any pole dancer and they would be more than happy to tell you what a workout it was. It was something Toby hadn’t realized until he began this line of work. Originally taking up the chance for a quick buck and ending up turning tricks since. The physical exertion from the display he put on for his adoring fans left him a hot mess by the end of the day.

Toby tried to make sure to shower before and after work for that very reason. “Ass sweat” was a joke around the back room, everyone having to deal with it in the somewhat stuffy strip club. Cram enough bodies into a small place and everyone will be pulling at their underwear trying to allow their boys to breathe.

In his line of work, that usually worked for the better though. Most didn’t mind the outline it would create in his short fur, the black fur and orange markings clinging to his body as he twirled around on stage. At the end of the show he’d having nothing on other than his trademark red thong that left little to the imagination.

Besides, people liked his body anyways. No, they loved it! He was fit, muscular and his short fur worked in his favor unlike some of the other canines here. The black and brown fur covered his body head to toe after all. After a good workout on stage it would be clinging to his half naked body for every eye to see. The fur shampoo he used made his fur nice and glossy under those lights on stage. The brown markings on his chest, hands and paws kept the attention right where he wanted them as he’d do his allotted time on stage.

And it was exhilarating.

Toby had been so nervous at first applying here, planning on working as a cook or maybe some sort of side position in order to make ends meet. Or meat in his case. The canine enjoying a steak dinner too much to deny even with a tight wallet.

That was until he was offering a “fifteen minutes of fame” as the club called it; a chance to get up on stage, shake your money maker and see how much cash you’d make in the small amount of time. It was a silly gimmick the club did to try to get crowd participation as well as hiring new staff.

Toby had taken the bait hook line and sinker, shortly joining up after.

The thrill of being on stage capturing everyone’s attention, stealing the spotlight all for himself while they showered him with adoration, praise and cold hard cash was the best feeling in the world.

Being up on that stage with the bright lights on him. People cheering him as they waved wads of bills in his direction. A simple turn here, a bend there and bam! Just like that, he made fifty bucks. It was almost sad how easily he could squeeze these working stiffs for their hard earned cash. Toby would never be able to survive in a cubicle.

He had made more in that fifteen minutes than he had the previous couple days of grueling hard work. Toby would never question why a stripper did what they did after being in the spotlight like that again.

All he had to do was get on stage a few times a week and he’d be set for the month. Working behind the bar or passing drinks around, doing the usual rounds as it were during the slower days saving himself for when the rich clients came in. Got to keep those regular customers happy after all. That was where the big bucks were at.

People came and went in clubs like these. Be it for bachelor parties or just young guys curious and horny to see what they were all about. Older ladies usually married that weren’t getting the shows they still craved for. Then you’d have those creeps that the bouncers would have to keep an extra close eye on. Toby hated taking their money; not only because it meant he had to get close to them but because the bills they had were somehow… wet yet sticky; one of them even smelled of peanut butter for reasons Toby did not want to know about.

But then there were the regular customers and though Toby didn’t have as many as Sparkle, he made due; that horse always took center stage. The Doberman had earned the few close costumers he had and always enjoyed when they came in, making sure to show them some extra attention and love.

Most people came into places like these for the “girls” and dancers. Getting cheap drinks, greasy food and to toss their loose change at them for some booty shakes in return. However, The Silver Collar offered the VIP section where only the regular, trusted customers were allowed into.

Toby had worked hard to be one of the dancer’s back there and the lean, fit Doberman had never looked back after passing through the red curtains into the dimly lit VIP room.

There was a smell back here like cinnamon and spice, mixed with the sweat and heat of male bodies and the distinct taste of fine liquor and cigar smoke. It was a world in itself with only three smaller circular stages set up. Fine red velvet upholstery curved couches had been set up facing each of the stages. The stage lights shot up from the platforms, highlighting the dancer and keeping the patrons hidden under the guise of dark room.

After all, their eyes should be on the Doberman when he danced. No one cared about who was paying for the experience, they were there for the dancers and Toby knew how to catch every eye in the room. Even if they weren’t there for him, they would be at the end of his show.

Toby proceeded around the corner, backstage past the employee’s only sign. He gave a wink to the bouncer standing there. Curtis was always a silent fellow but the thick, large bodied bullmastiff just gave him a short nod in turn. It made the Doberman’s stubby tail twitch as he smirked in turn.

Even the bouncers knew who he was. They loved to be here for his shows and they’d make sure to give him the extra special treatment in thanks for it.

Toby was already behind the stage, adjusting his black leather slutty cop outfit in the mirror. He had a cap to match as he inspected himself. The vest had loose buttons he could easily rip off during the show, it clung to his frame as it was leaving his arms bare and open to prevent from impeding his movements. The shorts he wore barely covered his meaty thighs. They were open in the front and back, showing off the hot red thong he loved to wear. It brought their eye exactly where he wanted it, between his legs.

Toby knew it was all about controlling the scene when a stripper was out there. The audience needed to be on the edge of their seat, waiting in anticipation for the climatic finish before throwing the real cash at him.

The skimpy police uniform worked well for the stage. The cuffs hanging from his side could be used if need be, the fingerless gloves he wore and the loose open coat could all be easily removed. Toby thinking about what to do, how to do it as Vicky came around the corner. The fox was one of the few allowed backstage that helped out for the more expensive clientele.

After all, you came to the VIP suite for the experience not just a show.

“He’s here.” Was all the fox said as she slipped by. Her large bushy tail rubbing across Toby’s front making the Doberman stand a bit taller in reply. “Don’t disappoint.” She added with a sly smile.

“I never do.” Toby was already heading over to grab the tray. “I always give them the genuine experience.” And the Doberman, without a second’s delay, was slipping back out front.

It was only thanks to the canine’s eyes that he could make out the human sitting at his booth, near the left stage. Toby had earned his spot as one of the big three here and wasn’t about to lose it as he sauntered on over with his head held up high, his large chest pushed forward and shoulders back as he held the service tray with one hand.

“You’re drink,” Toby was already smoothly spinning the tray with one finger, catching the crystal glass cup and setting it down before them. Toby didn’t look at him, not yet as he turned the rich brown whiskey bottle over letting the thick liquor pour out. The Doberman lifted up the jar as he poured it to letting it stream out before the two before cutting it off at the edge.

Filled to the very brim, just as the client always liked it. Pushing it, edging to the point of almost making a mess and yet never causing one.

Toby had practiced bartending long before he’d taken the gig as he slid his butt down next to them, resting against the human’s side as he offered them the drink. Toby holding the glass as the rough, rugged fingers brushed over his own. Toby could make out the glint of gold on the human’s fingers and wrist; a new watch, Toby noted making sure to comment on it later on. The canine could feel the slightly calloused fingers of the hard working man brush along his own, sliding between them before taking the glass from the canine.

The human’s other hand wrapped around Toby back, making the canine arch it in turn pressing his large check against the man’s side.

“How’s my boy doing?” The human, Vaughn, asked softly as he rubbed over Toby’s back, hugging him close to his side as his eyes lazily looked over at the canine taking a needlessly sexual sip of the drink. The human practically nursing it in front of the canine’s face.

Toby let out a low soft growl in turn.

“I ain’t yo’ puppy.” Toby would growl in reply, though never showing his teeth. He knew how Vaughn liked it. Always teasing him. It was a game the two played until the very end.

The canine was never bothered by such comments or remarks. Nor how the human would pet under his chin, flicking the very end of the bottom of his muzzle up as the human gave a smug smile to the canine at his quip. Toby was used to this. They liked it. He liked it. The attention he got from it always made his sheath full as he’d teasingly nip at the very finger that had flicked his muzzle.

Only for the human to turn it around to boop the canine on the nose teasingly.

“Someone’s worked up today.” Vaughn would chuckle as he moved forward, just enough for Toby to smell the whiskey on the human’s breath. “Not that I mind…” And he licked over his teeth, one of which had a gold cap on.

Toby never knew what Vaughn did for a living and didn’t dare question it, not wanting to find out the hard way.

“Been waiting all day for you.” Toby breathed back, their lips almost touching. They never did. Toby didn’t kiss during work. “You made me wait…” Toby slid a hand over the man’s pants, dipping his fingers between his legs making the human grunt softly. Toby never mentioned or commented on his reaction, knowing Vaughn didn’t like the fact the canine had such an effect on the human.

“Did I keep my pup waiting?” Vaughn chuckled lightly at that, glancing down at his glass as he swished the liquor around at the bottom, watching the ice spin. Toby growled softly. Not the remark or comment, no. It was the fact the human had looked away from him.

And Vaughn knew that.

The human had been coming here to see Toby for almost a year and the two had a way at getting underneath the others skin. Toby wanted all the attention and Vaughn was more than happy to give it to him… when he earned it.

The patting hand on his leg, the way the canine pawed at him for attention. Or even the way Toby leaned in closer, underneath his arm even being the taller man, pushing against Vaughn’s side… all to get the human’s attention. Vaughn ignored the wanting advances making the Doberman pull back with a huff.

The Doberman was already getting up and turning his back on the human. Vaughn gave him a single look with a smug smile.

“You want my attention? Earn it.” That’s what the look on the human’s face always said as he’d glance back at the Doberman just enough before looking away as if disinterested; as if Toby had bored him. Toby would just huff at that as he walked around the stage and up the small stairs to it.

“I’ll get your attention. I’ll get everyone’s attention.” Toby would just smirk back reaching up to grab the smooth metallic stripper pull with a hand.

Instantly the Doberman spun around it, lifting a leg up as he held it with both hands for support as he came to the stop on the other side. Toby knew he was being watched. He could feel all eyes on him as he began his routine. Smooth, slow movements into quick bursts as he pressed the metal pole between his pecs, sliding down it before pulling back with a leg extending to the other side; turning around to press his ass cheeks against the cool metal pool, bending over with a lewd smirk on his face as looked towards the human hidden behind the lights.

“That’s right. Look at me.” Toby breathed out with a low steady growl as he turned his back on the human, running his hands down his sides, his thighs and around to his ass cheeks. His stubby tail lifted up as he spread them, showing the brown fur markings between the black fur cheeks; showing the red thong strap and his pink tail hole barely hidden underneath the string.

“You want this. You want me.” Toby looked back over one shoulder as he breathed out hotly once more, wrapping a leg around the pole before spinning around it once more. Stopping to face towards the human as he held himself up off the ground to stare at him with lustful, wanting eyes.

He was captivating underneath the bright lights. Toby fur clung to his body as he rubbed two hands over his chest, ripping open his jacket to showcase his muscular torso. Tracing out his own chest as he let the black leather jacket slip off his shoulders and down his arms to his wrists.

Sticking out his chest the Doberman sucked in his gut, groaning out as he rolled his neck, letting the jacket slip down to his fingers as if taking off his shirt from a hard day of work. He took several slow, deliberate breaths as he let go of it with one hand, taking it with the other to toss to the side as he turned the other way.

Using his teeth, Toby took off one glove and pulled it over with a quirk jerk of his muzzle his eyes lazily looking back towards the human before grabbing the pole once more. Toby slow movements and fast pace teasing was a style he had invented for his clients. Teasing them with the slow build up before doing a quick sexual movement before going back to a slow pace; always keeping them on their toes, aching for, wanting for more.

More of him.

Toby didn’t even get a chance to finish his bit when he heard the distinct sound of crystal glass placed on the table before Vaughn; the low beat of the sleazing music the strip club provided was usually ignored. Without a word, the human slid it towards the Doberman making Toby stop. The canine ears twitching in annoyance that he’d been interrupted.

“I need another one, pup…” Vaughn said softly knowing those sharp canine ears were focused on him. Toby had heard the steady rise of the human’s heartbeat and knew he was just as into this as he ever was.

“Of course, sir.” Toby would just smirk, playing along as he slid down the pole to lay flat on the stage facing towards the human.

Toby reached out a long arm to take the glass, spinning it around with his dexterous fingers before reaching for the whiskey bottle.

In the VIP section of the strip club, the dancers were the ones to bring and pour their drinks for the customer. It was an exclusive place where only the big three and their clients were allowed into. Vicky was the sole exception; even Sam didn’t bother coming back here.

“Join me,” Vaughn spoke up softly as Toby refilled his glass. Both the Doberman’s ears perked up at that. It was a first for the human to stop him from dancing. The canine taking a second before obeying, getting up from the stage to come back down to the sofa the human was sitting on. “It gets lonely down here, all by myself...”

There was something more in the words Toby wasn’t sure about. The canine was used to coming back down after finishing his bit. Being interrupted through off his groove and the human seemed to know that what with that smug look on his face once more.

Toby could feel his ears burn red as his eyes adjusted to the dark from the bright lights. Vaughn had opened up the front of his shirt showing off his hairy chest that ran all the way down his firm stomach to between his legs. It was clear the human had a tent in his pants but the Doberman ignored it, until the human spoke again.

“Here.” Vaughn said, patting one of his knees as he rested back against the sofa showing himself off for a change. This was a first and Toby wasn’t sure how to proceed.

Glancing over, Toby spotted the bouncer watching the two. He didn’t move to stop the Doberman and Toby was curious to see what kind of… tip he would get from his best costumer as the canine strutted on over, head held high as he sat on the human’s lap.

Not how he wanted though…

Toby was going to be the one to take charge as he crawled up onto the human’s lap, placing a muscular thigh on one side of the human then the other, squeezing his thighs around the human once before sitting down on his lap. Toby might be taller than the human was but it was clear he wasn’t as thick as Vaughn was.

Vaughn just resting back, both arms up on the sofa with that smug smile on his face. Toby passed him the glass and the human gladly took it as the Doberman rested his weight on his lap.

“You are one gorgeous piece of canine.” Vaughn ran a hand over Toby’s chest, drifting a finger down between his pecs to drag it over the canine’s lean stomach. That same finger hooked in the front of the canine’s red thong and pulled it forward before letting it snap back.

Toby growled in reply at that, placing both hands on the human’s shoulder and pushing him against the sofa.

“I know I am.” Toby only replied looking down at the human. Vaughn’s face never changed as the human tilted up his head slightly up to look at the Doberman. The human brought his drink over to taste once more, letting some of it drizzle out and down his chin onto his exposed chest.

“Oh, look at me. I’m such a clumsy guy.” Vaughn voice was as smooth and warm as the very whiskey he was drinking as he tilted his chin up a little bit more. “Lick it.” Vaughn ordered and Toby only growled in reply.

The canine could feel his perked ears fold back, burning hotly in embarrassment as he did. His muzzle parting just enough for his hot drooling red tongue to poke out. Toby wasn’t about to let the human just have his way and used the full length of his grooved tongue to lick up around the human’s chin, neck and over his cheek with a wet slurp.

Vaughn let out a soft groan at that, closing his eyes as he pulled his shirt open just a little more with a finger to expose one of his nipples.

“Missed a spot…” The human only said as the Doberman sitting on his lap glared back in turn.

Toby dipped his muzzle down, gripping Vaughn’s shoulder tightly with one hand as he nosed the human’s chest. Sniffing at his hairy chest before opening his muzzle once more. The doberman’s tongue drooled out from the long snout and licked up and over where the whiskey had fallen. Only for Toby to lick again. And again. Licking over the human’s exposed chest, over one of his nipples and up along the side of his neck. Drooling over the man that was still resting back on the sofa.

Toby’s hand slipped underneath Vaughn’s shirt, around the human’s side and down to grip and squeeze Vaughn’s ass tightly pulling the human up against him in the gesture. Toby huffed out a panting breath as the canine growled into the human’s ear.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Vaughn just said lightly. The human hand sneaking down between the Doberman’s legs making Toby squirm. It was hard to tell which of the two had the upper hand over the other.

Vaughn wasn’t gentle, nor was he rough. The human knew what he wanted and was already teasing the Doberman’s sheath opening with a finger. Using the slightly calloused finger tip to tease the canine’s sensitive fleshy opening before without warning sticking his finger down into it. Toby groaned softly at that as this human teased his body so. The Doberman sucking in his gut, squeezing his sheath around the intruding finger which only made it worse.

Vaughn wasn’t finished there as he wrapped his other fingers around the Doberman’s plump sheath to give it a firm squeeze. Using his fingers to feel the outline of the canine’s worked up cock inside as he continued to tease him with that finger.

“It’s warmer than I thought it would be…” Vaughn was almost embarrassed, almost. The human could feel the raw sexual heat of the Doberman against his palm as he continued to work and tease the canine sitting on his lap.

Stroking and rubbing the canine only elicited another groan from the dog who pressed up against him from it.

“This isn’t… exactly what they meant by a lap dance.” Toby huffed and panted as he was teased and played with. The human’s fingers finding the Doberman’s tip as they continued to probe and feel him without restraint. The more worked up Toby got the more insistent Vaughn’s fingers became.

Stroking, feeling the canine’s shaft emerging from its furry sheath. Stroking the warm, slick hot flesh and stroking Toby off with the same gesture. The canine bit his lip, suppressing the whine in his throat but unable to help himself as he pumped his shaft into the human’s hand, squirting pre over Vaughn’s fingers.

“I don’t know about that, I’m enjoying myself.” Vaughn just breathed hotly against one of the Doberman’s ears making the canine whine softly now.

Toby face flushed as he pulled back, growling at the human who had made him let out such a sexual noise, the Doberman standing up in front of the human at full mast. Vaughn just smirked at that, reaching a finger up to lick. The simple gesture making the Doberman’s ears fold back in embarrassment.

“Let’s see how you like it!” The canine was already reaching for and undoing the human’s belt, practically ripping his pants open.

“By all means.” Vaughn just said, resting back as he took another slow sip of his whiskey watching the canine willingly crawl between his legs. Vaughn didn’t point out how easily it was to get the worked up Doberman to do exactly what he wanted.

Toby huffed and panted, feeling the heat of the human against his face as he nosed down at Vaughn silk underwear. It stunk of the male. It smelled of his hot sweaty day and Toby could see Vaughn was just as excitedly enthused by all this as the canine was. The human was standing proudly before the canine as Toby pulled down his underwear to drool over the thick fatty cock before him.

For a human, the canine was actually rather impressed.

Just like the rest of Vaughn, the human was fuzzy down here as well. It wasn’t too common for most human’s to keep their fuzz, something Toby never fully understood. He didn’t mind one bit as he reached a hand down between Vaughn’s legs to scoop up his fat hanging sack to feel and play with between his paw padded digits.

That got a reaction from the human, making the canine smirk. Toby using his paw padded fingers to feel and stroke the human’s groin as he teased up his length to the tip with his cold nose, licking as he went. Using the cold nose and hot tongue in contrast to get a reaction from the human. Touching the tip Toby felt the warm slick pre with a finger and huffed out a breath against it, getting a noticeable reaction from Vaughn in turn as the human twitched in front of him.

“You seem to like it a lot.” Toby looked up at the human face and knew that was the case. It was always fun to tease Vaughn. Be it on stage, on the sofa or right here and now between his legs.

The Doberman rubbed the pre off against the human’s shirt as he turned around for him. Flexing his rear at the human. Toby showing off his entire back now as the lean, fit Doberman looked back over one shoulder as he had done on stage.

“I think I need to finish that dance for you…” And Toby backed up so that fat cock could slide between his firm butt cheeks. Toby squeezed them around Vaughn before sliding down it as he had done the stripper pole previously. If nothing else got a reaction, this surely did.

Vaughn was sitting up straight as his cock was as the Doberman slid up and down his shaft, pushing and rubbing back against it as the canine huffed and panted in turn keeping his arms up above his head as he worked his ass.

“What kind of… tip were you expecting from this?” Vaughn breaths were as quick as the stripper Doberman pressed against his lap. The human barely able to keep up with the Doberman’s grinding movements. Vaughn desperately trying to appear cool, calm and collected as he huffed and panted, groaning out hot in the face.

“What do you got for me?” Toby just smirked back only to feel the human reach out with both hands to grab the canine’s sides.

“I got one in mind…” And Vaughn pulled Toby back into his lap.

The canine sat on the human’s lap once more, facing towards the stage as he felt that thick shaft rub up against his cheeks once more. Vaughn’s hands reached around to tease and play with the canine’s swollen sheath as they had before. This time helping Toby out of it fully, stroking and rubbing his bright red shaft in the light from the stage. Vaughn pulling the red thong down and underneath the Doberman’s hanging sack as he touched and felt the canine’s whole exposed body.

The human’s finger picking up and playing with the canine’s slick, smooth fur covered sack as he dragged a finger up between his balls to let it slip from his fingers. Teasing the loose fleshy sheath, Vaughn dipped a finger into it again as if to make sure nothing had been left inside making Toby squirm to the human’s delight.

Vaughn leaned forward, nipping and biting at the canine’s back that was sitting in his lap. Holding, petting, stroking the canine as he grinded his flared cock head up against the canine’s tight tail hole with a low deep moan.

Toby murred low and deep at that in turn, still rocking his hips and rear against the human’s shaft as the two teased each other in the back of the strip club in the VIP room.

Toby knew every eye was on them but he didn’t care. He loved the attention. It was only getting the canine worked up further as the human pulled the thin string from his tail hole with a finger to teased the tip of it with his own tip. The human pushing his head against the Doberman’s rear making the canine growl.

Toby shaft was leaking with a clear fluid, the canine pre running down his bright red shaft make it light up in the otherwise dark room. It was just as bright and magnificent as the red thong the Doberman usually wore. Vaughn’s used the slick pre to slather up his fingers before bringing it around to stroke himself off to the Doberman’s tight tail hole getting a good view from where he was as the Doberman continued his special lap dance for the human.

Vaughn didn’t stop there.

The human used one finger to tease the canine’s rear now as Toby could only growl out a groan that soon escaped the Doberman’s lips. Toby unable to form a coherent retort for the human teasing his hole wanting and craving this just as much as the human seemed too. Vaughn teased the canine but didn’t wait for him to loosen as he stuck one finger fully into him making Toby yip in reply. Pulling on the fleshy hole of the canine’s tail, the human pulled it back and out before pushing in another digit with the first. Once more with far more force than was necessary, getting the reaction he’d been after from the canine.

Toby pulled up and off him, turning back around with a low growl. Still, Toby was a professional and never once did he flash his fangs at the human being rough with him.

“Look here!” The canine had begun but found himself silenced by a forceful kiss against his face as the human pulled, guiding Toby back onto his lap as he had been before. Facing him now as he eased the canine’s hips up.

“I don’t want to take my eyes off you…” Vaughn just smiled as he slowly lowered the canine’s hips right down on his twitching, aching cock head. The fatty head of the human pushed against the canine’s hole making Toby groan out.

Vaughn continued to rub his fat head over and around Toby’s tight hole as he pressed his face against the lean Doberman’s stomach. He could smell the canine’s musk, feel the warmth coming from him as he gripped Toby’s cheeks tightly, roughly with both hands.

The Doberman’s cheeks were spread as Toby used his muscular thighs to support his weight as he slowly brought himself down and onto Vaughn’s lap. He could feel the human thick mass pushing, intruding into his hole and the canine could only groan out as he did this to himself. The human’s fat length spreading the Doberman’s body wide as he slowly took him in. Vaughn didn’t even need to push as the Doberman slowly sat on his lap until his meat was fully inside.

It took a second for the two to catch their breaths after Vaughn hilted himself in the Doberman’s rear.

“You’re far hotter than I thought…” Vaughn was about to tease until he felt the Doberman squeeze around his fat shaft making the human leak inside the canine’s tight tail hole. The human only grunted at that, his face turning a bit red now as he saw the look on Toby’s face. The canine growling down at him lustfully, pushing his own cock up against Vaughn’s chest now.

“Now then… about that dance…” And the Doberman got to work.

Toby was used to uncomfortable positions. He was used to moving his body with only his legs and sitting on a smaller male’s lap like this was just another challenge he was more than eager to try out. Toby flexed his thighs sliding up off the human before squeezing just around his tip with his hole. Keeping that tension there, the canine breathed back out sliding back down Vaughn’s body as he dragged his fingers over the human’s chest.

“Fuck…” Vaughn could only say as the canine smirked at him, panting open maw into the human’s face.

“Oh, sweetie. I’m just getting started.” And Toby would do the rest of his dance right there on the human’s lap.

Squeezing, stroking and pull on the human he was riding as he teased Vaughn’s bare chest with his hands, Toby was in his element. He was the one in control and never once did Vaughn look away from him. At one point the Doberman even put one of his long lithe legs up on the back of the sofa as he went up and down on the human’s lap. The resistance was gone and Toby was more than happy to have his way with the thick dick human who was paying for this special service.

Toby groaned out, his red shaft jumping between the two. He didn’t need to say the words for the human to take hold of it. Vaughn already getting slapped in the face by the leaking shaft as it bouned and bobbed with Toby’s movements. Vaughn gripped it roughly stroking, feeling the tender hot thick flesh between his fingers as he stroked the canine off as he plowed his tail hole.

The two never parted during the entire dance.

The feel of those rough fingers on his shaft only got the canine worked up further. They teased Toby’s sensitive head, played with his tip, stroking down his red rocket to his knot. A single touch made the canine jump, nearly pulling off the human and getting both of them to take a second to reposition before continuing.

Vaughn already knowing exactly where he wanted to focus his attention on. The canine’s plump knot.

Neither made jokes or quips or remarks as they fucked. The human just enjoying the warm tight feel of the canine on him as he felt Toby’s own excitement pumping between his fingers. Vaughn could feel the canine’s heart beat through that thick knot he was currently squeezing and teasing. The human only able to wonder in lustful curiosity what it would feel like for it to be elsewhere…

Toby put his other leg up on the back of the sofa, resting back on his hands on the table as he continued to work his ass over the human’s cock putting every belly dance to shame. It brought Toby’s sack right up to face level and Vaughn was able to press against it as the Doberman curved his back with the motion. Huffing and panting as the human sniffed and licked him, sucking on one of his fatty nuts and pulling it back just far enough to make the canine whine.

Toby planned to end it right there. Practically shoving his groin in the human’s face while he got fucked by him. Vaughn had other ideas for the finish as the human took hold of both those legs and stood up abruptly making the canine yip loudly as he landed on the table.

Vaughn pushed Toby’s legs up over the canine’s head with outstretch arms as he stayed inside the Doberman’s tight tail hole. The human smiled down at the canine on his back looking up at the human between his legs.

“Yeah. I like this view a lot more…” Vaughn just smiled before really going to town and Toby could just lay there and take it.

The muscular, thick bodied human wasn’t gentle as he humped against the canine’s firm rear. He pushed himself to the hilt before pulling back and repeating. His sweaty balls slapped against Toby’s ass as Vaughn groaned out with a growl of his own, still holding the canine’s legs up in the air for the canine as he fucked that tight ass without remorse.

Vaughn had been letting Toby do all the work up until this point and was saving his energy for the finale. The human exerting himself as he pushed those muscular legs up and gave Toby everything.

Toby just watched as the human fucked him. The rough pounding from the human forced him back and forth on the table as the two shared their final dance together. Toby could feel Vaughn build up. See the tension in the human’s face before the smirking smile he’d always wore turned into one of pure, dripping bliss as Vaughn pressed his fully body against the canine’s rear and poured every drop of his tip into Toby’s jar.

The human’s sack tightened against his body, his breath catching in his throat as he sucked in his gut subconsciously before unleashing everything into the canine’s tight tail hole. Moaning out without words, the human nearly collapsed on the canine; needing to use Toby’s own legs to keep himself standing as his dick jumped and pulsed with his full release.

Streams after streams of the human thick seed dumped into the Doberman’s ass as Toby nursed his length with his rear, stroking himself off the entire time. Toby never looked away from his number one costumer’s face, seeing for the first time in his life what it was like to watch a show done for him. The Doberman was already edging himself to the point of release and didn’t need much more coaxing than that hot sticky fatty thick batter pumping into him to finish.

Squeezing fully around Vaughn’s shaft, the Doberman howled out in pure pleasurable bliss as he clenched around him as the canine erupted for all to see. As if to say “this is how it’s done.”

Splayed out on the table, Toby red pulsing tip exploded with his worked up seed filling the room with the smell of his spunk. Everyone was watching, watching him and he knew it. He loved it. Toby was the top dog, the number one dancer and he soaked in all the attention and praise they showered him with as his red shaft showered him in something far stickier.

Time after time his cock jumped, pulsing and spraying out thick ribbons of white over his white and brown marked chest and face. Toby made a mess on the table, on himself and on the human he had wrapped his legs around; not about to let Vaughn get away without getting just as messy and sticky as he was.

This was his show after all and Toby loved audience participation.

It took a good five minutes for the two’s afterglow to settle and for the human to pull his still semi hard dick out of the canine’s stretched rear. Toby’s tail hole was leaking, not that he cared as he sat up on the table panting. He let the human go with a smirk, watching as Vaughn collapsed back against the sofa covered in the Doberman’s spunk.

The human’s chest was rising and falling with his heavy breaths. His nice suit and gold bling a sticky, hot, wet and dirty mess in all the right ways. Toby knew his job was done.

Vaughn took a moment before lifting up his glass. There was seed sloshing around the bottom of it with the whiskey and ice. With a shrug, Vaughn drank it down before slamming the crystal glass back on the table.

“Another!” The human just said getting a look from the Doberman still sitting on the table, panting open maw at him. The lewd smirk he got from the human just made the canine shrug his shoulders.

“Ok.” And Toby was already getting up for the after show…