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New Private Message from: Leather Max (8/9 20:57)

Hey, glad I finally found you. I saw the slutty little story of you blindfolded letting some random stranger into your place to fuck you senseless. You sound like just the guy I want to know, if you know what I mean... ;)

Come to the Event Horizon in an hour and let's talk. Or fuck. I'll be blunt, I want that ass, so ball's in your court and mine are right here waiting for somebody like you to come service them. Hope to see you soon.

[3 photos attached - download]

You know you want to...

Iaeger closed the app down on his phone, slipping the mobile into his pocket with a resigned expression on his face. His cheeks were already burning as he glanced up at the entrance to the very club he never thought he'd ever set a single footpaw in. Part of him was scolding himself, angry that he'd even come this far, dared to even try and take 'Leather Max' up on his offer, but something was compelling him. The other part of him however was keen to act on those impulses, to do whatever this random man wanted. It frightened him, to feel the urge burning so painfully within him, but he couldn't deny it was there. It was something now he had to accept.

It had all started after he'd finally given in and indulged in a little fantasy of his on the asinine site. The time he'd let some stranger, just as Leather Max had pointed out, come into his home whilst the wolf had been recklessly blindfolded and naked waiting on the bed, letting this man whom he had no clue as to what he looked like use him as if he were nothing but a sleazy toy. Iaeger remembered that moment well, in a strange juxtaposition of both being terrified by the sheer stupidity of what he had done and how wrongly it could have gone for him, but also thrilled at the rush of it all, that he'd actually gone and done it, bearing the marks of their sex for hours after, a heavy load dribbling from his ass, his rim engorged and stretched, his body weak but satisfied. It still stuck in his memory to this day, every vivid detail, and so far he hadn't been able to recreate the experience. Sure, the man, whoever he was, had expressed an interest in exploiting the hold he now had over the wolf to the point where it'd become a regular occurrence, but after waiting for the heads up for the next time to pop through into his inbox on the website for so long, he'd given up hope and considered it the universe helping him dodge a bullet. But it still left a gaping hole in his lust that needed to be filled, just like he had a gaping hole he wanted filled. Though he was ashamed to admit it, Iaeger was fixed on this rush of wild, fucked up sex. He wanted more and by this point was starving for a chance to just indulge his irrational desires.

Hence why he'd given in tonight; the message had come through roughly forty minutes ago and when the wolf had finally read it after the notification had bleeped on his mobile he wasted no time in changing into something appropriate and hightailing it over to the club in question. He had only needed to peruse Max's profile to realise he was exactly the kind of man Iaeger knew he'd need to satisfy that deep itch he now had sitting in the pit of his gut, someone just like the feline who'd invaded his home with Iaeger's blessing only to then invade his ass with a monster of a dick. Max ticked all the right boxes, being a dominant top who occasionally liked to switch and sub himself, meaning he knew both sides of the coin well enough for Iaeger to feel comfortable giving himself over to the Pitbull if he wanted to use the wolf for his own pleasure. Some detail about the canine had Iaeger trusting him as he'd scrolled through the bios provided, checking some of the associated links to various other forum posts the dog had been a part of and realising just how much exactly Max got up to in his spare time. The pictures provided too were fairly raunchy, enough to get his blood pumping and firm cock tenting his underwear as he'd sat at home idly watching television when the message had come through. As he'd scoured through what Max had available for everyday users to view from those he kept hidden only to those he was 'buddies' with on the site, Iaeger had started to warm himself up by stroking his member, imagining himself pinned beneath the weight of the dog, that muscled gut pressing down against his back or smothering his sheath and balls, or the feeling of that stern, brusque looking beast standing over him barking orders. It got him all hot and bothered just rousing up mental scenes in his head that played out with the dog always inevitably breeding him and pushing the wolf into the much needed sated state of wanton abandon and orgasmic bliss he now yearned for. When Iaeger had reached the kinks portion of profile his mind was no longer really wondering whether or not he'd take the man up on his offer as he was already hovering his thumb over the reply button; he'd read up on the dog's affinity for all things leather, his love of rough, aggressive sex, and for his apparent fascination with the world of domination and submission, with a particular like for bondage and the brutal treatment of the bitches beneath him, and he was beginning to like what he saw, even though the concept of BDSM was still relatively new for the wolf to comprehend. As he was making his final checks of the Pitbull's profile, he saw that Leather Max came with a high user rating, meaning the people who'd seen his profile and actually met up with him all agreed he was worth the time, and for the most part Iaeger was convinced he was just the man he was looking for, but there was always that small nagging doubt in his head as to whether it was the right thing. What if Max started throwing all sorts of weird shit into their sex that he wasn't comfortable with? By the sounds of things, Iaeger wouldn't have a choice except to go along with it, and for him that was a deal-breaker.

But yet here he stood, finding himself moving as if on autopilot, legs carrying him slowly towards the exact club Max was probably waiting inside at this very moment. He'd even taken the lengths to dress so that Max might actually find him appealing; donning some leather jacket he'd pulled out from the closet and a pair of ripped jeans to compliment the whole aesthetic. Underneath it though was his guilty secret: a chest harness he must have bought on some horny impulse late at night, but now found itself useful. Iaeger wasn't particularly sure if the dog would deem it attractive or if he'd fit in with the other patrons, but it was the best he could do considering.

He took in the sight of the club before him. The Event Horizon, named as such for the nature of what went on behind its doors. The dark point of no return, where the heat builds and you're dragged deeper and deeper into a world you can't escape. It seemed fitting then that Iaeger, a novice in most regards, was standing just outside its walls with the intent to enter, wilfully so, and yet apprehensive all the same. This must be how all newbies felt, hesitating upon its steps, wondering if they should take the final plunge they knew they could never take back. There was a single bouncer on the door, perhaps because the club was relatively obscure and 'unique' enough it was never lambasted with drunken revellers to require such employment. A second must have been skulking around somewhere, an added level of insurance, but Iaeger could have guessed that most of the men who went through the threshold either carried themselves with authority and dignity whilst the others came in on the ends of the leashes in the paws of said men. Iaeger was just a minority, a rare new face, a drop of fresh blood in infested waters. As the wolf made his final approach, he caught sight of the bouncer eying him up, a hulking tiger decked out in body armour and other leather paraphernalia. His expression, having been blank and cold before, seemed to light up with a look of gleeful malice, a look which unnerved Iaeger as it couldn't place why he was getting such attention.

"Fancy seeing a guy like you here..." the tiger announced, a little too cryptically for Iaeger's tastes as he spoke with a sense of supposed familiarity, yet he'd never seen the feline before; the wolf reached for his ID to hand to the fur, but the big cat just waved a paw, "You're good, I know what sort of shit you get up to." He added a wink, which just pierced through Iaeger's confidence as he sidled past the tiger, as he tried to shake the uneasy feeling that was burrowing away in his stomach. Would there be others like him, men who seemingly didn't just recognise the wolf but went so far as to pervasively know him? Could they, at a passing glance, stare right into his soul and understand what it was he desired, without even himself knowing it first?

Whatever the case, Iaeger was about to find out as he stepped through to the club, entering what would be his final destination he supposed.

Whilst he had low expectations, he wasn't entirely sure whether the Event Horizon had simply met them or veered off in a completely different direction once it had been sure to inform Iaeger of what it was about. Still looking very much like the disused factory it had been commandeered from, the club had been refurbished in just a way that kept its industrial and aggressive charm whilst acquainting it to a more luxurious after-note of gentlemanly attitudes. Steel pipes, exposed machinery, bare worked wooden floorboards and chains added to the décor, whilst furniture consisted more of plush, ornate armchairs, fitted with elegant red leather, whilst the bar had been kitted out to look as if it belonged in any high class establishment. The juxtaposition of the sophistication to the brutishness seemed fitting, just as it revered the lifestyle of men and boys, the relations between them both beautiful and cruel in so many delectable ways that just begged to be explored. As Iaeger made his way tentatively deeper into these bowels of deplorable sexual conquest, where willing flesh met the guiding paw of men whose imaginations seemed rather not to know no bounds but instead acknowledged them, only to then cast them aside and send them into flames for darker things. The wolf could see it in the eyes of all those he passed by, of all the men he regrettably caught the gaze of; they were all so insatiably hungry, yearning for something so few could truly deliver and give, determined with an absolute conviction to achieve. Iaeger felt so small under their glares, but he did his best to shrug off the unnaturally intimidating feeling as he headed for the bar, considering it of all places would be the safest to scope out the environment and see if he couldn't find this Max character. As he ventured deeper, he began to take notice of the various features the club had to offer, his eyes flitting from one scene to another and seeing more than he might have liked to. A catwalk-like stage occupied one side of the room, where a great deal of furs were all sat around watching the performance played out before them. Iaeger gave a quick glance, though paled and swiftly turned away almost immediately as a rhino was bound to what appeared to be a giant cross, limbs splayed outwards with his back to the audience and a hood with no eyes clasped around his head. An equally large warthog, though with less muscle and more fat, stood just to his side wielding a thin cane in one paw, his arm already lifting back to deliver another stroke. The rhino's back, though it was difficult to see in the dim glow of the club, was smattered with a dark reddish hue, darker lines of purple lining up horizontally down the grey hide where the cane must have struck with such force to leave stinging bruises, the battered flesh welting up. Iaeger would most definitely not like to end up in his position. He couldn't understand why someone would enjoy that, but then again, he understood these kinds of people didn't necessarily take pleasure in it. Sadists and masochists perhaps, but sometimes it was more about the service. Would Max be the same?

Iaeger passed a spiralled staircase that led up to some overhanging catwalks above, joining together in an aging canopy of steel, all bolted in various places. More men seemed to mill about there, some even hanging it would seem in different suits made from leather or rubber, suspended from the ceiling and enduring some form of torment or another. It was too dark really to make out, but Iaeger could just see the faint silhouettes of struggling men, swinging high above, clearly having been placed there by some nasty mind or another. Even as he finally did reach the bar, the wolf was picking up more and more on all the little things, from the boys kneeling and crawling about the floor, eager to wrap their lips around their masters' cocks, to those who even dared to use their slaves as seats, forcing their muzzles deep into their exposed rumps and having them eat out whatever musky, rancid delight awaited them. Iaeger didn't even have to wait a few seconds as he sat himself down on a bar stool before he caught sight of the rather unfortunate rabbit beside him was lifted from his seat and thrown to the floor, heavy, potent smelling hooves belonging to an even heavier, rough looking bull were shoved into his face. The male, resigning to this new fate, began to dutifully lap and lick at those hooves whilst the bull poured the drink he had away and got himself something else. The wolf shuddered, hoping this Pitbull wouldn't make an entrance quite as dramatic as that.

Ordering something simple, Iaeger kept his back to much of the room. Though he knew he'd have to turn around and actually start to look for his guy if he wanted to go through with it, but he was rattled, in an indescribable way, and for now he was content to find solitude at the bottom of his glass beneath a swirling amber elixir. With any luck, something that appealed to Iaeger's desperate urge to leave, Max might not show and he could leave, though whether that was truly what he wanted or not was still unclear. Yet still he sat, sipping away with an almost too eager frequency, lifting glass to mouth over and over until he had drained his first pint and ordered another one.

"Be careful, too many of those and we might have to call the whole thing off."

The voice startled Iaeger. He hadn't been expecting it, certainly not so close, and for a brief moment he feared it would be some stranger, at least someone he'd never spoken to before, trying to pull something on him, whatever that might have been. But as the wolf turned around, readying in his mind what he'd need to say to get this random man off his back, he came face to face with the very same Pitbull he'd been looking for.

In person the canine was much different to what Iaeger had seen from the pictures he'd uploaded. Though he had been promised a big build, the photos just didn't do the male justice. The barrelled gut seemed larger than he'd envisioned, with the Pitbull standing at a taller height and commanding more of an intimidating air about him. Even the dog's attire threw off Iaeger's perceptions of him, as whilst he'd been expecting some nasty man clad head to toe in leather, Max was pretty much naked save for a black tank and the single thong hugged tightly around his waist, a thong which by no means left anything to the imagination as it bunched and bulged the canine's crotch - though the wolf noted the dog didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed by his attire. Astonishingly to Iaeger, the sheath and balls were crudely visible by their outlines against the shiny black garment, leaving the wolf to quickly avert his gaze once he'd realised he'd been staring for way too long. Instead he tried his best to bring himself back up to look at the dog straight on, but he found himself trailing and hesitating, like he wasn't sure if he had the permission too, like some kind of pup caught and scolded by a parent. He let his gaze wander through the sandy yellow and blond fur, picking out where the coat would lighten and darken again, covering the range of Max's taut stomach, straining to make out the differences between fat and muscle, though it was a difficult game to play. Eventually, or rather reluctantly, Iaeger forced himself to look back up at the dog, staring him dead on with as much resolve as he could muster.

"You must be Leather Max." It was less so a greeting from Iaeger, more a statement of fact. He needed to say something though, if only to relieve the tension that had been building upon his chest. The Pitbull smiled, chuckling, like this was some amusing encounter to him, and not the nerve-wracking gut-wrenching experience it was for the blue-furred wolf,

"It's alright; you can just act normal with me. You know, look me in the eyes, speak whenever you like, that kind of thing. I'm not looking for a slave tonight," he added a wink, "Not unless you were hoping for that."

Iaeger wasn't sure if he could match the dog's casual attitude, his cool approach and inconsequential mind-set on everything, but the wolf did his best to laugh off the nerves and let loose a shaky smile,

"That's a relief. I'm not sure I'd be up for all..." Iaeger trailed off, eyes flitting around the room from sight to sight, every scene giving him something for his gut to balk at. He came back around to Max, "...this, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah," Max took a seat beside the wolf, elbows leant back and resting upon the bar's counter, "It's not everyone's cup of tea. Besides, I know who to go to if I want something a little darker. You don't have to worry."

But Iaeger still worried, even if it was just a little, just to himself. He wondered, just from looking around, what sort of person could be into all this. He wondered whether there might be something wrong with them to either enjoy punishment or to relish inflicting it, whether it was okay for people to not want but get off to the thought of piss, being either recipient or provider. It was a lot to question in such a terribly short space of time, but Iaeger reconciled with himself that perhaps he'd understood all this anyway before he'd even walked into the club. He had already been aware of its reputation, he was just deluding himself to think he'd only now just considered the ramifications of what might be happening, or what might potentially happen.

"So, uh..." he drawled, trying to distract himself away from the rest of the club, "Apparently there's some story about me?"

"Please," Max laughed, though Iaeger would have said scoffed really, "There's a story about everyone on that site. If you've done something, sooner or later someone's gonna snitch. Yours just happened to be thankfully anonymous." The Pitbull turned to him, that grin not dissipating as he leant in a little closer, "Though I have to say, what you did was pretty ballsy, even for my tastes. Letting some stranger come breed you like that, that's gotta take guts."

Iaeger didn't know quite how to feel about his little venture into his naughtier side of his sexuality being plastered about the walls of the internet, nor did he know really how to feel about the dog actually taking some interest in it. For Iaeger, it was bizarre to have people know about what he did, regardless of whether they knew it was him directly or just 'this guy' online. Clearly it wasn't as anonymous as this Max character was figuring it out to be - he knew, and so could many other people if they dug around enough. Iaeger was, for lack of a better term, a wank-fantasy to these men, something to paw off to in a post made online without actually knowing who the hell he was. Actually going out and getting fucked by a stranger, maybe it was reckless, but then walking around knowing full well people could connect the dots and put it together that the guy in the tale was the wolf, that was the more terrifying part. Iaeger even had pictures of himself up on the site, pictures where his face was even visible. Goodness knows what sort of consequences that could have, if Max had been clever enough to piece it all up.

"I suppose so," he said after a while, measuredly, trying not to reveal the nerves that frayed under his voice.

"If it's any consolation to you, I thought it was pretty hot all the same what you did." The dog said it so matter-of-factly, and still that part of Iaeger flickered between not knowing whether to be flattered or creeped out. For all intents and purposes, Max still was a stranger on the internet he hardly knew. How many more men could there be like him who'd all enjoyed the retelling of that private moment for the wolf. "I think I came to it maybe half a dozen times. No joke."

Iaeger smiled as politely as he could, but he couldn't break eye contact with the canine. There was something to his stare that emanated deeper than just a passing compliment. A dark hunger burned in Max's eyes that he didn't even try to hide, a sly smirk on his lips which belied any sense of inconsequential friendliness. It bore down into the wolf's soul as his paws tightened around the glass in his grasp, his brain enacting the fight or flight response and failing to engage anything. He was left powerless under Max's glare, he was left meek.

"I guess that's good then," he stammered, clearing his throat, "Guess I've got myself a reputation then?" Max just chortled, downing the last of his whiskey as he finally relinquished his gaze on the wolf and turned his attention to the club beyond,

"That's entirely up to you. If you wanna play dirty, go right ahead. If you'd rather not get a name for yourself, I'd leave right now." The Pitbull turned back to the wolf, eyes locking once more with the same intense and borderline primal ferocity flickering behind those pupils, "For the record, just so we're perfectly clear, that was me giving you the option to back out now and leave with that ass intact. Otherwise, if you stick around, I'm taking that as a carte blanche to kick things up a notch." The glass was placed upon the bar's counter, dismissed from Max's concern as he focused on Iaeger well and truly now, "Your call."

It was make or break time, Iaeger guessed. Boiling it down to that split second decision was not comfortable for the wolf, but Max had been the one to instigate contact, he'd been the one to draw the wolf here and so far he'd pretty much commanded the conversation. He'd set the tone for sure on what anything else was to be like between them, but Iaeger wasn't the confident, assured sort of person Max was. He didn't really fit into the current surroundings; he wasn't submissive or dominant by nature, he was merely himself. The complication of trying to determine labels beyond just being into guys or girls was staggeringly daunting and having his paw forced into choosing whether he'd like to dabble with somebody who was clearly at ease with the whole BDSM thing was disconcerting. It disorientated him. Even as the seconds ticked by, he actively recognised his option to leave now and forget about the whole thing was rapidly diminishing until it was no longer possible, but he had to consider the choice. Max was hot, he had to admit. The daddy-type build of a burly male with thick limbs and a big gut spoke volumes in terms of strength and power dressed down even as he was compared to others mingling around, and he had a warm manner which attracted the wolf more, beyond the seedy and sleazy side-glances he was getting from the fellow patrons. If anything, Max would be the man he'd rather fuck than any of them. But it required courage to take him up on his offer, and an open mind to whatever was to follow.

"Still with me then?" This was the final choice, the giving of consent and the affirmation of Iaeger's decision. The door was just across the room; he could just walk out and go, breathe the sigh of relief and confused disappointment and go home unchallenged. But something echoed inside him he couldn't keep quiet, something that pleaded with him to see it through.

So he stayed.

"I guess so."

A smile cracked across the Pitbull's muzzle, teeth taking on a sinister look as an expression somewhere between elation and lust flickered on Max's face.

"Good, but let's get something clear," he dug something out of his pocket; a rather generic-looking, vividly red collar with its leash already attached, "You'll be the one taking orders, understand boy?"

'Boy', that was an interesting take. So far Max hadn't really called him anything, but addressing him as 'boy' really set the scene. Iaeger couldn't deny it was so deeply sexual for Max to name him something inferior to himself, a submissive in other words. His assessment of the dog being a 'daddy-type' really hadn't been far off at all as he resisted the urge to flinch or back away as Max reached up and slid the lukewarm leather of the collar around his neck. He closed his eyes though as he heard the metal latch clatter and clink shut as it hugged his throat, loose enough to be comfortable, but present in his brain to constantly remind him it was there. It was impossible to not think about it, to not think about the tether that now attached them both, Iaeger's head to Max's paw. Lightly, though Iaeger could tell there was more authority that spoke in context, the Pitbull tugged the leash,

"Understand boy?" He reiterated, assuring the wolf was aware and on board with the deal, and Iaeger gulped a reply,

"Yes sir."

"Good, now ditch the threads. I'd like to see what I'm working with here."

A flash of embarrassment erupted over Iaeger. The collar had been a first, but to strip not only in public but in front of prying eyes of maybe three to four dozen or more men, all of whom would most certainly cast a look over in their direction as soon as he started no doubt. Clearly it was allowed, but Iaeger was no exhibitionist. He had expected the dog to lead him off aside, to take him elsewhere maybe, not order him to get naked right at the very bar within moments of handing over control.

"I... Please, can we-"

"No," the tone was sharp and immediate. Iaeger was cut off before he could even finish the thought, let alone the sentence, "We do it here and we do it now." Max was unyielding, the leash wound around his paw creaking as he tightened his fist. A subtle movement to encourage the wolf, or face discipline, but Iaeger didn't like being motivated by fear instead of pleasure. Still he hesitated as his heartbeat began to rise. Had he made a horrible mistake? Was there no way to back out now?

"Sir..." He whimpered, shamefully so, but he poured as much soul into his eyes as he could and carried his voice with an almost pitiful pitch. Max didn't soften his expression, but he hushed his response,

"Just trust me. We won't go too far, just say 'qualiar' if it's ever too much." A safe word, Iaeger was familiar enough with those, if only in theory from what he'd read, but it was a simple enough concept. He could do that, and so far Max had seemed reasonable and sane. With the safeguard in place, the wolf could go as far as he liked, though he reckoned using the safe word didn't entirely ensure him getting to leave, perhaps just a moment to stop, pause and discuss, but not to leave. He believed that option was now only open to him when Max was done with him.

"Alright sir."

Though his paws shook, either from anxiety or from nerves he couldn't be sure, Iaeger began to slide off the loose jacket that hung on his shoulders, neatly folding it up and placing it upon the bar stool. That had been an easy enough move; he was practically topless underneath, save for the harness that braced his chest, and there was seldom any shame in a man's torso. But now his fingers fiddled with his fly, for imperceptible seconds it seemed, as he struggled to unclasp the button and follow it up with undoing his zip. There was hesitation still in him, but he was all too aware of Max on the other end of the leash that was connected to the collar. His weight behind the whole thing burnt in his mind as he undressed, uneasily pulling down the tattered jeans in front of the whole club whilst the Pitbull stood and watched. Why, he didn't know, but he had had the bold decision to go commando beneath his denim, which meant as he drew down his trousers and kicked them from his footpaws, he was finally nude before the big canine.

Max chuckled, pulling lightly on the leash to draw his wolf prey towards him,

"Very nice, puppy. You've definitely got my attention, and then some," he inclined his head to the rest of the club. Iaeger only glanced out, but in a fleeting shot he spotted at least half a dozen other furs making eyes at him. There stares were even more intimidating that the Pitbull's, each pair hungry and dark that cut right through him. In some small way, he was thankful that Max had decided to take control over him than let someone else steal the kill. At least the dog who held his leash now had the intention of playing fair. Iaeger didn't doubt that had someone else come claimed him he wouldn't be getting all the comforts Max was affording him. "How about you get on your knees and show me what that mouth of you can do."

Iaeger was familiar with this routine. It was simple enough, most men seemed to want a quick blowjob or something thereabouts before they got on with the deed. Many chalked it up as 'lubing up' their dicks before sticking it into someone's hole, others just liked to warm up, the wolf found. He knelt down obediently, watching as Max loosened his thong and dropped the garment to the floor, kicking it to the same pile the wolf's clothes were left in. The dog made a grope of his sheath, but before Iaeger could even lean forwards and plant his lips to the pink tip that protruded out, Max had already turned around. Slow realisation dawned on him as the Pitbull hiked up his tail and squatted over Iaeger slightly, legs spread apart to give him a wide enough stance to prise open his own cheeks. Still with the leash in his paw, he gave Iaeger the encouraging tug to break him from the startled trance,

"I said, let's see what that mouth can do, little pup."

There was no choice else, not really. Iaeger didn't feel like using the safe word so soon just because he got hoodwinked by the dog. He wasn't averse to rimming, but he hadn't really considered it either. Tentatively he leant his head forwards as he knelt upon the hard wooden floor, putting his muzzle to the dog's ass and pushing his tongue out. The immediate taste he got was of sweat, the musky salt that matted the fur down after being constrained to a leather thong. Iaeger didn't peel away at the flavour, rather he pushed deeper to prove his 'master' that he was indeed worthwhile, and worked his tongue in until he touched the warmer, furless flesh of the canine's pucker. There came a moment's pause where he hesitated for just a moment, before another tug of the leash forced him to throw away whatever sentiment of resistance he had left and go all in.

Iaeger pushed his tongue deep against Max's ass, pressing against the hole to see if it might yield. Though there was pressure pushing back against him, Iaeger found the dog nearly to be inviting almost as he felt his tongue cave in slightly, tasting just a sample of Max's murky depths. He had to burrow deeper if he was to get any further and so, shuffling closer and resting his paws against the backs of Max's sculpted thighs, he buried more of his muzzle into the dog's crack, feeling those hot, muscular cheeks of his rump press against his face whilst he slobbered more into that waiting hole.

"Oh fuck yeah," Max rumbled, wiggling his hips ever carefully around Iaeger's muzzle, "Get in there deep, boy. Taste me."

A blush must have crept across Iaeger's face, he was sure, but the heat might very well have been just from the dog's behind. All he could smell was the sweltering stench of maleness, a scent he'd learnt quickly on in any of his dabbles with people off the site. There seemed to be an overabundance of guys who loved to just bathe their bitches in musk - perhaps it was a dominance thing, something to do with marking territory. Iaeger was only thankful that for Max that didn't entail pissing like a dog either. He continued to lap his tongue at the canine's hole, slowly working the muscled ring looser and looser with every passing second. Before he even knew it, he was making wet smacks with his lips as he ate out the dog's ass, going deeper until all new tastes were erupting into his mouth. There was never a chance to stop and register the change, but it all signalled in the wolf's head that he'd gone further than he had ever thought he would when he was buried as deep as he could with his tongue clamped by the dog's hole. His face stank of sweat and ass and above it all he felt his cock straining hard.

He was actually hard. His dark red length was exposed to the club's heavy air, and he could feel every vein pop and bulge, his knot swollen, as his cock throbbed without him even needing to touch himself. Pre was dripping from the end of his length and all he'd done so far was swallow back mouthfuls of drool he'd been slurping on from the canine's rear.

"He's really going to town, ain't he?"

It was an unfamiliar voice, certainly not Max's and nothing Iaeger himself recognised. A stranger, somebody had approached the dog. The wolf could only conclude it might have been another member of the club, but with his face smothered in the dog's ass, he couldn't turn around to see. All his sight afforded him was staring straight into the dark golden fur of the canine's cheeks, a tail drooped across the back of his head.

"He's got one hell of a tongue." Now that was Max, the accent was unmistakable, muffled and coming from above. "Would you believe it I snagged him online?"

"Bitches these days are too afraid to wander into the dark. Makes finding decent prey hard," there was a chuckle, this unknown voice, male as far as Iaeger could tell and deep in tone, continued, "Speaking of hard, looks like he's really enjoying himself."

Iaeger flinched as he suddenly felt the rough sole of what must have been a boot tap at his straining member. He hadn't been expecting the touch, and the sensation was overwhelmed between discomfort and need. Whether he wanted to or not, his hips gave a small flex, more pre shooting onto the floor whilst he carried on lapping at his would-be master's ass.

"He just needed a little encouragement, is all. Sadly though he's all mine. I cut him a deal and I don't intend on freaking the poor thing out."

"Of course, I wasn't about to suggest I usurp your rightful claim, but being a bear as I am, we've got awfully good tongues ourselves." Iaeger was beginning to see where this was going, but his nerves were flitting up once more as he listened to the two men talk over him as if he were a piece of meat, "I could show him how you properly eat out another man's hole for future reference, and then you get a nice opened hole to fuck."

"You a master yourself or just a submissive looking for fun?"

"Does it matter?" There was an element of nonchalance in this stranger's voice, a definite shrug Iaeger expected, but somewhere beneath it all a hint of mischief.

"I suppose not." Max took himself off of Iaeger's face, "But I get his face if you wanna get busy down his end."

"Fine by me."

They had bartered over Iaeger like he was a piece of meat. Though he was fairly sure the Pitbull wouldn't have sold him off as some other man's toy, it was somewhat unnerving how casually the male spoke about him, how indifferent yet covetous he was. Iaeger, for all intents and purposes, was after all his prize, his possession. He was sure, in any other circumstance, he would never have stood for such disregard to his autonomy, but there and then it was such a hot display of dominance. He didn't even understand why it resonated with him in such a way, it just inexplicably was as the Pitbull practically climbed off his face, breathing clean air again - well, as clean as could be, given the setting.

The leash guided him to follow Max across the club to an isolated table that nobody was really sat at. People milled about, or they shrunk and lingered upon the edges of the room where the haze collected in the shadows, obscuring much of their identities that masks , muzzles and hoods could not, but the table was left alone. Iaeger for a moment was confused as to why he'd been brought over by the dog until the mottled, varnished surface was patted with the flat of Max's paw.

"Up you get." For a moment, the wolf considered if he was joking or not, but the thought was quickly diminished by the cold, implacable stare he got as he hesitated. Max did not appear to be a patient man; as yet another sharp tug to his collar was as much as he was going to get in terms of a polite reminder to follow his orders. Anything beyond that he didn't doubt would resort to worse measures. So up he got indeed, turning round to hop up onto the table's lip backside first, before he shuffled further onto the table top. He figured he would just be asked to lie back and to receive whatever salad tossing the bear had to offer. But Max spun his body at a right angle, turning him so that he was across the width of the table and not its length. It placed his head amply hanging off one end whilst his ass was perfectly poised resting at the other, his legs dangling off just at the hip. It seemed too convenient the table's dimensions were sized up to a person's body, something he didn't believe for one second as mere coincidence.

The bear finally stalked into view. Max was stood just at the wolf's shoulder, but the ursine moved around the table and into the light, Iaeger finally getting his best look at the male before he would disappear as he squatted down. He couldn't really tell what sort of bear he was, his brown shaggy pelt being a common trait of his species, and his face was hidden beneath a latex mask that hugged every contour of his head. All that was on show was the bear's muzzle, ears and eyes, which poked through holes cut into the material. Whoever he was, Iaeger wasn't going to find out anytime soon. Perhaps that was for the best, but it mattered little in any case as the bear descended from his view and a paw tilted his head back to prevent him from staring down to where his ass lay. Max wanted his attention, or, as he had declared earlier, his mouth.

Iaeger, though upside down, was brought into the line of sight of the Pitbull's crotch. Finally that red, wet length was presented to him for his muzzle to take, and instinctively he opened his mouth and let the dog guide his member inside. As the wolf adjusted to the head of his cock, he suddenly felt paws upon his rear, prising apart his cheeks with his legs lifted back, hot breath panting against his hole. As Max began to push forwards, not waiting for the wolf to take his time, the bear simultaneously began to snake that ridiculous tongue around Iaeger's hole. Very quickly he became acutely aware of the bear's fortuitous anatomy giving him a rather dextrous and irresistibly long tongue. It turned to a battle of which sensation won out, be it Max's hard, throbbing dick that was sliding into his muzzle and pushing at the back of his throat, or the rapturous lapping of the ursine at his rear. In end his body couldn't seem to decide, torn between which overwhelmed the other, so Iaeger focused as best he could on sucking the canine's cock whilst the bear went to town on his rump. He sealed his lips around the hot flesh, the flourishing taste of pre and musk already trickling down his throat just as Max began to pull back slightly. Iaeger was by no means in control, as it swiftly became apparent. The Pitbull commanded the pace, he set the momentum going, and the wolf was merely along for the ride.

Pressure upon his hole brought Iaeger's attention away from the member thrusting into his mouth. For a while he had been faintly aware of the bear circling his ass in soft, long licks, but now that tongue was pressing at his entrance. With a spit-slicken path, it wasn't difficult, and Iaeger, although tight, was used to being penetrated. There was a surprisingly strength behind the male's mouth, as it pushed ever so insistently into him, taking a leisurely time just working past that rim, writhing and flexing like some very much alive but utterly alien. Groans began to work their way up Iaeger's chest, pleasure emanating from his behind as the bear worked him over, but the sound was naturally muffled by the thick cock slipping in and out of his muzzle. Max was rocking himself into the wolf's face with a blunt grace, as if he were fucking any other hole like he normally might have. He was gentle, granted, but he was rough as well, a sense of power coming with every buck into the wolf's waiting maw. Iaeger's head was tilted so far back he must have been aligned just right for the Pitbull's intentions as soon the dog was pushing deeper than the wolf thought he could manage.

He teetered between the two, his cock confused which should be arousing him more. Before it had been easy to just keep his mind set to what Max wanted of him, but the bear was becoming a real contender as that pliant, deceptively adventurous tongue worked deeper into him like a tentacle, swirled and scoping out his rim, plunging deeper still until he swore he could feel the appendage prodding and stroking at his prostate. His member felt painfully hard, but he dare not touch it, not without the dog's permission, as he braced his paws on the Pitbull's waist as he was throat-fucked. Dribbles of pre smeared across his abdomen wherever they fell, milked out by the bear's phenomenal tongue that wrought and teased his innards as if he were a master musician dancing along the strings of his instrument. He could only groan his appreciation around the dog's cock however which now slid in and out of his throat, leaving him spit-roasted quite simply between the two men. His ass felt impossibly wet as the ursine saw to him that he was stretched and loose, whilst Max rode his muzzle like any other hole, the knot swelling against his lips as it battered his mouth. His jaw hurt, his throat ached around the thick cock, and his guts felt as if they were squirming about as the bear invaded him.

From above him came yet more talk, the two acting still as if he wasn't there,

"Are you done yet? I want my first load to go into his ass." His 'first'? Did Max have the impression he was going to get multiple orgasms out of the wolf? Iaeger didn't really mind, but he phrased in such a way with just the right tone where it implied he would have the male for as long as he very well pleased, not for as long as he was going to allow it.

The tongue was pulled from his hole, the bear's warm touch leaving him, but the sensation still lingering as he felt that wet muscle slide slowly and leisurely. He was clearly enjoying the wolf's hole far too much,

"He's all yours, don't get wound up," Iaeger felt the bear step away, but he couldn't have been sure without looking, which wasn't necessarily an option with inches of dog cock sinking into his muzzle, "Maybe I get a turn after you're done?"

Max pulled himself free from Iaeger's muzzle, leaving him to suck in a heavy lungful of clean air, gulping back his spit and licking his lips from the dog's pre.

"I don't know, you'd have to ask him." Iaeger looked up, finally, to spot the bear retreating away from his rear back into the darkness, his face once more obscured leaving only his body stood there to give any indication where he was. "Later," Max added for good measure, a levelled firmness in his voice. Clearly he didn't want anyone interrupting them until he had at least had his fill first. Then Iaeger was open season, so long as he wanted it. Iaeger didn't know what to think.

Fortunately the Pitbull didn't give him much time to 'think' at all. The leash came back into play as he stalked his way back around the table, moving towards the wolf's rump. His legs were pushed down to the sides by the dog's paws, still spread apart to expose his hole, and now the leash was pulled to bring his attention towards Max as he manoeuvred himself to the wolf's hole. It was distracting though, because as Iaeger finally got the chance to look around, he began to become uncomfortably aware that they were not alone. He might have realised sooner, but with his face trapped at the Pitbull's crotch with so many distractions, and prior to that up that same dog's rump, it hadn't sprung to mind. But now it did, with uneasy clarity, as figures began to emerge from the sides, still shrouded, but close enough that the wolf could not begin to make them out. Some tall, others fat, some still clothed and others blatantly walking in the nude, many with their gazes burning upon Iaeger's own naked body like he was a voyeur's delight. Their eyes gleamed in the dark, true to the predators they all claimed to be and embodied. As Iaeger felt Max's cock slip down his cleft, he could only shudder beneath their hungry stares.

The Pitbull took a hold of his own meat with one paw whilst the other wound the leash tighter until he could pull sufficiently on the wolf's collar. Iaeger tensed up as things began to simmer into reality, the very real sensation of another man's cock pressing at his back door, men watching him as if it were any other porno only it wasn't some dreamt up fantasy. The humid air of the night club sank upon his fur, the feel of the collar around his neck became suddenly heavy, his hole felt unfathomably damp and moist, and the table beneath him, though warm, began to bore at his back. But there was no denying the canine as he pushed forwards, hips bringing with them weight and power, that blunt head of his member pressing at his hole. There was the smallest resistance before Iaeger felt himself open up around the dog, a brief feeling of discomfort as his rim expanded, until Max was burying the first few inches of his length into the wolf's depths.

Iaeger let out a gasp. The feeling as familiar as it might always be would still startle him. That sensation of opening up, the intrusion of another male into his own body, into somewhere so intimate, was one that tore right through him. It left him shivering, both from exquisite lust as well as from vague discomfort that stung in his bowels. As Max surged forward, it momentarily intensified until it began to melt away, leaving behind in its wake only that insatiable fullness that drove Iaeger mad. The wolf's head would have rolled back were it not for the collar keeping him up, and he might very well have closed his eyes were it not for Max's stare wearing him down, eyes trained upon the wolf as he dug deeper. More inches of the canine's cock sank their way into him, unrelenting and throbbing, alive and churning into his guts as it tunnelled away. It was a display of power, the big male refusing to break eye contact as he eased himself into the wolf lying flat upon the table with a collar round his neck. Subservience was all the wolf had tonight. If it hadn't been clear before, it was now. From the moment the collar had gone on, Iaeger knew, deep down, what was in store for him.

"You feel that, huh?" Max asked, just as the knot slid right up to his rim, "Feel how deep I am inside you?" He was putting on a show that much was clear. Up until now the dog had been relatively quiet, perhaps the odd word of encouragement, but never the pretence of speaking. Although the Pitbull wasn't lying; he was in deep inside the wolf. Iaeger could feel him, every pulse and every twitch of his dick resonated through him as if each feeling was hyperreal. The knot resting just outside his body was even more of a anticipation for him, knowing that Max full well intended to have it planted inside him by the time he had cum, if not sooner. It felt fat, bloated, and hard against him, harder it seemed than the rest of the member that sat within him. If Max even angled his hips right, just as he shuffled his stance a little, Iaeger could even feel the blunt head smack at his prostate. That sensation alone was enough to have him trembling upon the table and his own member hardening even more than from the rimming before. His eyes, for the briefest of seconds, resisted Max's overpowering gaze. They flicked down for just a tiny moment to look at his own hardness, seeing the angry red flesh begging him to be touched, to be stroked and relieved from this strain it had endured so far. But still he couldn't decide. He couldn't bring himself to act without the Pitbull's will. Something which wasn't lost on the dog, either...

A sly smile crept across his muzzle as Max, ever so slowly, began to fuck the wolf's ass. He met that withdrawal with his paw sliding along Iaeger's leg to his crotch, digits trailing up his shaft and smearing the fingertips with pre as he enclosed his grip around his aching length.

"Someone's looking pretty desperate." These were no longer even questions or rhetorical, they were just fact. Max was openly reading the wolf and conveying for all those around to see what it was plaguing the wolf's mind. A low whine was his only response, his own paws clasping at his thighs to give himself something to hold, "You, you like that. You like having me in you; makes you all hard and slippery." Yet more truths, all accompanied by Max's measured thrusts into his hole. He was easy-going at first, pulling out to halfway before pushing back in to the knot, repeated over and over at a languid pace just to establish who was in control. "Tell me you want it, boy. Make sure everyone can hear you, loud and clear. There's a good boy."

Brief hesitation flashed in Iaeger's mind, propelled by embarrassment and reluctance. His voice failed him in that second, as no he could no longer just drown out the images of men around him, staring at their very public display. Max was forcing him to acknowledge the scene, to accept that this was happening. He was being defiled and bred in front of all these watching men and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I want it, sir!" He stammered, gradually building in volume and confidence as the words became easier to say, "I need you to fuck me, sir. I want your cock deep inside of me." A crowd had gathered around them, waiting just out of sight, but all devouring the sight of the two of them on the table. The bear from earlier was amongst their number, but plenty others had congregated in the circle. Some earnestly and lewdly stroked themselves to Iaeger's plight, others seemed like they much preferred to join the pair, or at the very least they wanted to get involved by touching, toying, and teasing either of the two. Though Iaeger seemed to be much the icon of their fixation, it was clear that Max was getting some attention too as he growled as some passer-by grabbed his ass, or another seemed to hang over his shoulder and whisper something into his ear. No doubt some dark suggestion. But for the most part, they remained just the couple, with any observers kept to that role entirely.

"Good boy..." His voice slurred, trailing off, as he began to work his hips a little harder. To match, so too did his paw, as it moved up and down his sensitive length, squeezing out the pre only to coat it down his shaft. Iaeger's own knot was beginning to swell, bumping to meet Max's fingers as he was jacked off by the Pitbull. The feeling was awful yet amazing, as frustration rushed up against arousal. Iaeger wanted nothing more than for the dog to masturbate him, but the slow speed mixed with Max's own thrusting kept him on an edge that he couldn't escape from.

Moans and grunts soon started to creep out of his throat, joined very quickly by huffs and snarls from the Pitbull. Iaeger's attention fluttered from one thing to another, from the heavy sounds that thundered in his ears lifted by the surrounding chorus of men mumbling dirty comments and remarks with the slick wetness of their sex, all the way to the heady scent of musk, sweat, and cum as their rutting built. Iaeger had to close his eyes though, even as Max grabbed and massaged his knot rather than stroke his length, for it was too much to see all of them looming in around the table. He had to keep his mind free; free enough at least to let that feeling of a cock plunging into him take over. Max was now ramming it rather expertly at his prostate, enough to taunt the wolf as much to leave him wanting and gasping for more. Pre drooled from his dick like a river, unabated and stoked by the Pitbull's fucking. Moans turned harder, more guttural, as they expanded from just the lightness of his throat to the pit of his chest, where the sound was fucked from him by the dog's remorseless slams.

"Yeah, you fucking like that."

Iaeger's body felt warm, the feeling oozing throughout him and originating from his gut. It was a heat like no other, where it seemed to bleed and soak through him from every fibre to every pore. The wolf writhed as best he could on the table top, impaled upon Max's cock, as it rode through, over, and under him until it felt like it tingled at the very tips of his paws, and ignited under the heave of his chest. Before he even realised it, he was panting hard, like he had run for miles and miles until he was exhausted and then run hundreds more. His body felt tired and excited at the same time, as if his muscles were fatigued yet they sparked with energy he just couldn't muster. Above it all, Max still kept fucking him. Slow, steady, yet unnervingly confident and strong. Every thrust slammed at him, his hole crushed by the knot as if it were a battering ram, pressing inwards no matter how difficult it seemed to stretch around the swelling bulge. Every withdraw seem to elicit even darker moans from the wolf, responded with only more off the cuff snarls and blunt snaps from the Pitbull who was so engrossed in his bitch. Things were turning feral, the instinct need to breed and to fuck taking over, as Iaeger's body succumbed to the dog's possession.

"Take it, fuck yeah! Take it all!"

The heat had begun to burn harder within him, hotter and hotter until it was unbearable. Then there was pressure deep in Iaeger's abdomen that throbbed with intensity and begged to be released. He knew then what it was, and as it built he knew there was nothing he could do to stem the tide. He wanted to cry out and let Max know, hoping that maybe if he were honest and open to the dog he might allow him to cum, but as he went to speak all that uttered out was a drawn, strangled grunt as Max fucked him harder, his pace becoming erratic as the same thing must have been churning up within him. He too, like the wolf, was nearing his breaking point and was powering ever closer to the brink.

Max's paw tugged and stroked over the knot rapidly. Whether he knew the wolf was about to cum or not, he wouldn't know, but it might have been that he wanted to bring Iaeger to climax just as he did. It didn't matter, because the Pitbull's paw was working all the same, as Iaeger felt jitters rock through his body, his hips bucking into the empty air as the waves began to roll. He panted harshly, the breaths hot and heavy, as his whole body seized up. The brute of a canine was still fucking his hole like a pile-drive, jackhammering at his ass with the need to tie with him. It should have hurt, Iaeger knew, but he was lost in his own stupor. His eyes went wide as he felt himself cum, the orgasm ripping through him in a sudden flash of pleasure. A howl escaped him and the sound began to garble into a groan as jets of seed shot across his body, arcing into the air before splattering up his torso, some landing on his muzzle. He was soaring through the climax, riding it as his nerves became overloaded, all the while aware there was a collective surge around them as they finally got what they had all been waiting for from the wolf. It was dirty and lewd, but Iaeger was cumming all the same, even relishing in the nasty attention it got him.

But just as he was orgasming, his hole pulsing from the his climax, every contraction milking the dog's cock, that was the point where Max really drove it home. Upon one contraction of the wolf's muscles, the dog slammed his member into that tight hole, growling something fierce, and by chance his knot finally sunk inside. Against all the odds, Max knotted with Iaeger just as the wolf was trying to enjoy his orgasm, but he howled again aloud in a mixture of pain and confused pleasure, just as the Pitbull grinned happily as he felt himself unload. Iaeger could feel the knot inflate, filling up to lock the dog to his ass, forcing him to endure the ride as the canine came. He humped the wolf's tight, sore ass as he shot his load, letting loose the torrent into the wolf's guts, which came as a flood. It soaked his insides in the hot seed, until every inch of him felt wet and used, to the point where everything felt that way, inside or out. He lay there panting upon the table whilst Max grunted, fucking out the last of his own orgasm into the wolf's thoroughly bred ass, balls resting at his tail base, the two exalted and breathless from their fuck.

"Such a good boy," Max praised, his paw leaving the wolf's spent cock and stroking through the cum, smearing it into his fur, "Such a good, slutty puppy. Now what do you say?"

"Thank you sir," Iaeger drawled almost immediately, the words dripping off his tongue as much as the drool did down his jaw. He didn't even have to think about it, nor did he worry any longer about the men all jacking themselves off or groping up one another as they stared down at his spent, fucked form. The anxieties were gone. He'd once again been able to embrace some part of him he must have known had existed but feared for all this time. He was happy and sated, the cum on his chest now drying as Max wiped his sticky paw on some cleaner part of the wolf's fur. The leash went lax somewhat, giving Iaeger enough space to breath and to let his head rest against the table, a moment to take a break amidst it all.

"Good boy."

But he was led into a false sense of sanctuary; a tug at his ass sharpened exhausted senses again as he felt Max begin to pull away. Paws were planted against his thighs, just above his rump, as Max eased himself backwards. The knot pulled uncomfortably on Iaeger's hole, stretching it as the swollen flesh tried to pull free outside of the wolf's wet confines. For a moment, it seemed almost impossible as the pain began to flare, but Max wasn't to be deterred. Iaeger went, all too late, to tell the dog to stop, to be patient and to concede for just this once, but the words were crushed in his throat and turned into a strangled yelp as Max tore himself free. The wolf shuddered and convulsed on the table, the sensation from his hole overwhelming as it mixed from something akin to an orgasm all the way up to something indescribable. He might have panicked if he weren't so busy trying to quash the feelings that bubbled in his ass, oversensitive and volatile. There was nothing he could do as he descended into ragged moans whilst he felt hot seed drip from his wrecked hole, Max's cock hanging limply, covered in rivulets of his own cum. The Pitbull stepped away, returning to the dog's side as he stroked over the wolf's quivering head to soothe him, using the paw that had spread the cum across Iaeger's chest now against his cheek, the smell of him potent on the dog's fingers. It was a touching moment, a sign of care in an otherwise brutal fucking, but it was tainted quickly. Whilst Max stood before the wolf, looking down upon him, strange, unknown fingers began to ply and stroke at Iaeger's ruined ass, stretching open the puffy rim, digging into the flesh sodden with seed inside. He looked up at Max questioningly, but the Pitbull stared down at him, stern as much as he was kind,

"Just trust me. We won't go too far, just say 'qualiar' if it's ever too much," he said as an unfamiliar cock was pressed to his entrance, sinking inside frighteningly easy despite feeling all that larger. Iaeger suddenly realised that 'we' had not simply meant just him and Max. It had meant anyone and everyone else. But Iaeger trusted Max, the bond forged between them now, and though he knew he always had the option of the safe word he was far from even considering letting it whisper past his lips as he closed them around the Pitbull's hardening cum-slick cock.