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The Night Out...

This story is something that has played around in my head for a while. It deals with sexual themes with consenting adults and various kinks/fetishes including dominance, watersports, diapers, submissiveness, and mild pain/manipulation possibly humiliation as well. Depends how you view that. So read ahead at your own leisure and discretion. If this type of material is illegal to read where you live, please stop reading now and go work to improve your government.

I hope you enjoy! If you have any feedback, comments, or complaints. Please feel free to let me know.

Thanks! And I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter One.

Preparation.

The sun was beginning to fade down over the horizon. The air was turning a gentle hue of maroon mingling with rose kissing over the base of the clouds. The colors of the sunset altering the colors of the turning leaves from reds and brows to bright glowing reds. The city lights were beginning to turn on and the traffic was finally subsiding. The eastern mountains were a blaze with colored light while the western ones of this north western town was blocking out the sun a little more and more. The colors were casting their way into the open window and balcony glass door of the modest fifth floor apartment. In there sat on the couch, staring at his dark phone, holding his head, softly shaking it side to side while muttering, "Why did I agree to this." Samada was asking himself over and over. The young adult of a tribal otter trying to decide if he should text his friend back, tell him no, something came up, his stomach was stick, his head hurt, he broke his finger... The door yeah he could smash it in the door and it would hurt. Probably worse than when he broke his wrist as a kid back in the islands when he fell off that rock and into the low tide. But it'd be worth it, get him out of this predicament.

The phone suddenly dances on the table, the screen coming to life with the image of his friend Jace. The picture he took one summer at the lake, the border collie's face grinning with such life and enjoyment. His mostly black face with just white running down from his nose and lower jaw. It's a little unique, Sam thought for a moment. Some how it did little to quell the surprise he felt as he jumps back an inch shouting, "Fuck!" And after collecting himself checks out the text that just reads, "Hey Sam! Still on for tonight?" Samada or, Sam as his close friends called him leaned back in his couch, that slightly tattered thing he found on the curb when someone moving out dropped it there. It was easy enough to pull inside, and really it helped add to the ambiance of someone just trying to build a life on their own. The modest furniture, simple décor, and sparse belongings. He read the text a few times over thinking 'it's my chance, this is my out, this can prevent it from happening'. But as his shaking thumbs startred to tap out his excuse over and over he would back out and delete it. Trying to come up with something good. Finaly realizing his friend is showing as active on the app, and probably seeing this constant bouncing dots his shoulders slump. He sighs firmly and just sends back a sheer defiance of his body language, "Looking forward to it! :D" and after hitting send suddenly feels a little ill to his stomach.

Samada sits back, looking at his phone's sent message and sure enough the double check mark shows up right away. It's done, I'm committed, there is no way out, he thinks... I'm going to a club... A gay club... Tonight. "Uuurraaaaahhhhhh!" He suddenly yells out into the air to vent his apprehension and trying to help ignore the introversion in his mind that's trying to hold him back. Suddenly a loud bang happens on the adjoining wall and he hears, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! BIG PUPPER IS ON TV AND I WANT TO WATCH!"

"Sorry Mrs. Flannigan!" He yells back through the wall and can hear her volume turn up so it softly pours through the wall. If it were a night he wanted to study, or work on some of his attempted art, he might be more annoyed. But he's supposed to be out of the house in a little over an hour. Jace gave him advice for tonight. He wasn't entirely sure it was needed, but was given pretty clear direction in case things work out. And with the time frame he had better get on things before it gets too late.

Sam sat his phone down on the coffee table that still had some of it's varnish in tact. Planted his hands on his knees and stood up on his bare webbed feet. His jeans pooling up over the feet a bit, always got them a little too long, and a little too loose, just kind of his style he'd tell himself as he purchased them. But really he just felt better in the slightly baggy clothing, a little more safe and concealed. Stepping through the well matted carpet that even a strong vac couldn't lift the pile of he heads in for the bathroom. Hands setting on the cool fake marble tile of the counter, looking up into the mirror to look himself over. See if he's really doing this and if it's happening. There stare back the soft brown eyes, almost like milk caramels with the light tones. His slightly broad river otter looking head, small ears barely peeking through the loose mop of hair. He got it cut a bit over a month ago but the style has kind of lost and it's bordering on rocker, but really it just looks a bit unkempt at this point. His shoulders are still a bit slumped with apprehension, hiding under the orange T-shirt that covers his weak coffee colored fur with creamy under belly. Leaning back he looks his body over more. That round stomach poking out somewhat, turning to the side only makes it look a bit worse. He feels it over, hands with subtle webbing at the base of his fingers spreading out over his sides, his hips, his crotch, just feeling his body. He's not really fat he thinks, just a little extra. Really on the isalnds he'd fit right in, his people were always well fed it seemed or just had that bit of a paunch that made even the males look like they were a little pregnant. As his hands run up though, his chest feels a little heavier... Maybe this main land food has caught up to him over the 10 years he's lived out here.

He gives a little shrug figuring maybe his less than trim physique might help keep him out of trouble tonight. After all they're probably going to be fawning over Jace and his trim build, firm ass, and constant sparkling attitude. Giving a little shrug he reaches down and grabs the paper with Jace's pre club check list on it.

No eating after 2pm, keeps the bloat down and helps the drinks do their magic.

Try to get a shower if you can, dancing will make you musky if you do or not but it helps

Rinse out your butt. If you get a hook up, you're g2g and also helps pre hydrate.

Brush your teeth, and fur,

Dress with confidence get what makes you feel good

Put on a fresh one, add a booster if you need to in case the alcohol gets to you.

If you're thinking of backing out, take a shot. This will be amazing my friend!

Sam sighs softly at the sixth point, really it might be what he's worried about more than getting hit on or rejected. Try as he might over his time out here he's never quite gotten control of himself. Back home it's easy you go pretty much when ever, there's no long holds, no worries about letting loose when you're in the water or on the shore. But out here in the main lands, and the city especially. Finally giving in to reason he started to wear protection in his pants, to help when he couldn't make it. But part of him wonders if that made it worse. It eventually got to where he's buying the top of the line diapers off of the internet, the kind people wear for fun and sex games, but really they just hold the best. He tries to hold, tries to make it to bathrooms but he more often fails now and then. Most can catch a squirt or loss of control but these can handle a full on release and there's times he's thankful for that. And now he's going out and socializing, wearing this. His head feels a little fuzzy inside as the worry and realization of it all comes to play. Really if it hadn't been Jace who invited him he probably wouldn't even go. At least his close friend knows about his problems and understands them. But he's pretty adventurous as well, he even admitted to wearing them and a partner having been into them. Tried them out, but wasn't for him.

Sam shakes his head, looks down at his smart watch, "Fuck I've already wasted 15 minutes and I'm still dressed." Stupid day dreaming, he thinks while suddenly flipping his shirt over his head, pulling his pants down and then starting to un fasten his diaper. Pausing as he gets the first tape done and takes a big sigh, relaxing his body a little bit and a sudden pattering noise forms between his legs as he lets go. "Might as well make you count, day diaper." He says while starting to sog up the front and make it at least worth disposing of. Firmly washing away the little paw print indicators up front that help show wetness. After half a minute of letting himself go he pulls the tapes off. Wraps it up, and tosses it into the extra trash can in his bathroom. Finally nude he looks himself over again. Looking down his soft rounded corner body. He could almost be a lightly plump female, or a slightly buff male depending on the angle. OF course that all turns obvious when he faces front and four inches of flacid black uncut meat are swinging over the velvet lightly pee coated sack of his balls. "Ahh you're not all bad, maybe if you can sneak that with your pants you might get lucky." He says starting to feel a little bold. A little huff of breath to steel himself and he says, "Fuck it!"

His hands opening up the bathroom cabinet and pulling out the metal hose with narrow rubber tip on one end, the other having a rubber condom of sorts that lets him attach it to a tub spout. He slips it onto his tub, gets the water going at a good rate and gets the temperature adjusted in. Then it's a simple process of lubing up his ass hole, sliding the squirting tip in, filling himself up. Shifting over to the toilet and letting everything go. More and more he repeats until everything is finally running clear and easy out of his snug rump. "Jace, if you made me do this for a laugh I swear to dog I'll punch you in the stomach." He says with a little laugh on what he thinks is the last great push from with in. Pulling the hose off of the tub he washes it out as best he can, hangs it up to dry and is in to the shower. Everything was starting to feel pretty smooth, even in the shower he briefly wanted to just lay on the floor and let the shower drown out any noise of anyone coming by so that he could pretend he didn't' hear them. But he forces himself to wash his body down, get everything sparkling clean and ready to go. Finally out of the tub, buffed dry, thankful for his semi water repellent fur. A quick brushing over, and in to his body he reaches down into the cabinet and pulls out a fresh diaper. Pausing briefly to take one last seat on the john, trying to get as much out of his bladder as he possibly can and thankfully coming up dry on the back end. He figures this is where it all begins.

Sam grabs his new diaper, pulls it open, un folds it, fluffs it up gets everything ready the way he normally does, starts shaking it down with powder where he knows his sweat zones lie. An extra puff around his crotch to help absorb any extra wetness. Briefly considering taking a stuffer in there, but decides that he can do this, he's confident in himself. This will work. He grabs that diaper backs up to the wall. Pulls it up between his legs and traps the back of it with is ass against the wall so he can get it lined up and fitted where he needs it to. Legs taped taught, waist pulled around snug and taped down firmly, tail tape latched above the thick base of the otter's tail, the extra little wings tucked in so it looks nice and neat. He models it for himself in the mirror. Grinning as he sees the cute little cartoon animals on the front, the green check on the sides adding some whimsy to it. He kind of hates that he's smiling, that he finds it cute, alluring almost, the way that it wraps over his form and makes his waist a little wider and more full in appearance. The process of going through this list of checking things off and getting himself ready has Sam feeling far less apprehensive. Perhaps it's less of a looming doom and more of an, "I'm making this happen" but either way he is feeling happy as he walks out of his bathroom.

Taking a left turn he's into the door to his bedroom with only the noise of his plastic coated diaper crinkling into the air that is a little annoying to him but also comforting with it being his literal safety blanket at times. Then comes the hard part, looking his simple sliding door closet, digging through the four small drawers of the dresser he picked up at the second hand store... All his clothes suck. "How the hell do I go out in any of this?!" He asks himself firmly and with annoyance only to be met by a sudden THUD against the wall from his neighbor. "And how the hell am I going to bring anyone back if I actually win the lottery tonight and someone wants a piece of this?" He asks himself much more softly. Attempted outfit after outfit he tries, tank tops and shorts, too summery it's fall now after all, sweater with button up below it, too preppy and the sweater has a cocoa stain on it. Maybe that leather vest I got a while back and some tight pants, Sam wonders. The vest doesn't fit any more and the tight pants just make it obvious he's wearing a diaper for sure. Attempt after attempt winds up with him eventually standing in front of his mirror. Wearing the grey tennis shoes he wore earlier today, a clean pair of his slightly worn loose fit jeans that kind of show his body line just a bit more baggy of them, and hide the diaper well. On top of that is a brown T Shirt with a simple tree on the chest that blends down into tribal markings that reminded him of home, and up top the leaves turn into music notes. And on top of all that is his favorite hoodie. It's dark grey with little white speks dotted through it, reminds him of some fabrics he saw back in the 90's or 80's movies, hard to pin point but he enjoys the touch of random to his usual order. And it fits well, hangs below the hem of the shirt to help keep his diaper hem from poking out and all in all he feels ready to go out. Smiling even he stands a little taller, his tail gets a little sway going to it and he's really feeling about ready to go through.

BING-BOOOONG "FUCK!" The door bell chimes in, and Sam's own voice harmonizes into a shout of surprise. "Oh no it's not already nine is it?" He asks looking at his watch... "Fuck it's 9:15 have I really taken this long to get ready?" He asks himself while hurriedly grabbing his phone, wallet, keys, and is heading for the door yelling, "Be right there!"

Outside the door Jace is standing proud and tall, waiting with an eager grin to meet his friend. Jace wearing a snug designer polo style shirt with the collar turned slightly up and buttons reaching six down from the collar that are all unbuttoned, skinny jeans that run right down to semi expensive sneakers and no coat. The dog far more on display than the otter for sure, as his white chest fluff is able to stand out from his shirt, his tail sways about with an eager anticipation that speeds up swiftly when the door suddenly opens up and Sam comes fumbling with keys out of it mumbling some apology of being late.

"Heeyy don't' worry about it man! After all I just got here so clearly you're not late, and this club stays open until like 4 am so we have PLENTY of time to get some fun." Jace says while reaching out and hugging his friend around the neck from the side, tugging him in tight against him. Sam slightly relaxes into the collie's grasp as familiar scents and presence help him feel a little more at ease. "Come on now Sam," Jace says while letting up the hug, "I'm super happy you're coming out tonight, It's going to be fantastic. And you look super cute too." The dog putting his point home by giving a firm swat to the Otter's padded ass that makes him jump and yip sosftly.

"Ah fuck Jace! You know that makes me feel a little uneasy when you do that." Sam says back to him and after a little sigh and smile says, "But thanks. It's good to hear but uhh really? Do I look good enough? I couldn't decide on anything and sort of gave up into this outfit." Sam says while giving a little spin to show himself off.

"Nahh fuck it you're fine bro! Like I said this club is super casual." Jace mentions while reaching into his back pocket to pull out a pair of sunglasses and plants them on top of his head between his ears. "This place doesn't really have a theme ya know. Like how some clubs are leather places, or others are super posh meat markets, some want to be cutting fashion dance spots. This place is more chill, more relaxed it lets anyone in and anyone who's being a dick to anyone is swiftly kicked out. So really dude, I think you're gonna be safe bro. Just let tonight happen and see where it takes you."

Sam smiles softly as he walks through the dim light of his apartment buildings hallway towards the elevator that he swears will end his life one day, thankfully they opt past that and head for the stairs. "Thanks dude that's good to know." He says back to him. "I really never felt comfortable going out for this stuff you know. So thanks for helping me along."

"Yeah don't sweat it bro," Jace says back to Sam and uses his hips to forcefully push open the ground floor door. "And hey look if anything weird happens, I've got my phone with me, just text me the word grapefruit. If I get that in a text, or I hear you shout it It'l be like our safe word. I'll happily stop what ever my mouth or paws or hips are doing at the time. And on my honor!" His hand claps over his heart and his other hand does a really poor salute. "I will drop everything and find you! I have very limited skills, I wasn't trained at all, but I will find you!" Jace says with almost believable confidence.

Sam can't help but laugh at that display and he nods responding with a chuckle in his voice, "Good to know in case I wind up in some dudes trunk, or hung from the light pole." Sam reaches out and ruffles the hair on Jace's neck and the two head out for the street walking through the little attempt of landscaping the property has. Once out onto the street Sam look saround a bit confused and says, "I don't' see your car anywhere, did you drive here?"

"Hell nah dude, I took a ride share over here, and plan to take one there. Oh that reminds me you're gonna want to hook up this app before we go, with my friend code. It'l get you a free ride like twenty miles so it'l be plenty to get you home in case you get something good and need to dip."

After calling the ride on his smart phone, Jace gives Sam all the details he needs, soon they're in the strangers car being driven through town. UP the little hills, and down their crests, Sam looks out the windows to see the various trees passing by. The way the colors are changing this time of year always amazes the otter. Where he comes from in the Lutrai islands they have only tropical plants that are mostly an evergreen of sorts. Some times they drop some stuff, or something turns brown. But the amount of color that can happen in this simple town just amazes him every season it comes through.

"Oh right up here!" Jace is heard shouting in excitement and Sam's hip is suddenly getting pummeled by the long hair excitement saber tail of the border collie as they start to get close to the club. A few quick things are said between th driver and Jace but Sam doesn't quite pick it up, he's suddenly feeling that real fear coming in to him as he's about to take that leap out of the plane, jump into the abyss, pull his cord and hope for the actual best. At least that's how the cool plastic handle of this mid size sedan feels as he pulls it open, steps into the slightly damp asphault and into the light mist of the nights air that is sure to grow by morning. The street lights are casting halos, making long streaks in the building of the nights marine layer. It makes the glowing flashing neon and flickering lights of the club even more dramatic.

"There we go!" Shouts Jace excitedly as the ride share cab drives away and he hooks an arm over Sam's shoulder. "Club, P.O.G! Isn't it amazing?!"

"Wait... Club POG?" Sam asks in surprise and he says, "Like that stupid game we played as kids where you flipped the disks?"

Jace laughs heartily and he says, "Sort of, it's clearly a play on nostalgia but nah it's abbreviation for, Pretty Outstanding Gaybar. Clever huh?"

"Uhh yeah clever." Sam says with a little chuckle, but really he does find it annoyingly clever and just kind of pushes it to the side like one might a well crafted pun.

"Alright bro!" Jace almost yells with excitement as he lets go of Sam's neck and starts moving towards the club, looking back constantly to make sure his friend is with him. Bending down and punching the air in excitement then jumping up into a little air punch twirl. Some might call it a shoryuken but not Sam because he'd never admit his friend did a pretty good one on accident. "This is it! We're going to have blast trust me! And again just let me know if you need to bail, s'all good bro tonight is about. YOU!" Jace's voice getting louder, more confident, more excited with every step and every word as he swings a hand up to give a high five to Sam, who returns it to a thunderous crack of palm on palm that rings into the night air.

Sam actually starts laughing, feeling the intoxicating energy coming off of his friend and makes a little fist jab to the air himself and says, "Fuck yeah lets do this! Lets give this a shot!" As confident as he can. TO him it feels like he's giving his motivational speech to his crew of spartans ready to attack the world below him. But in reality it just sounds like fake confidence. Never the less Jace is all about it and starts almost running towards the clubs line, dragging Sam in tow.

The time in the line for the club seemed to almost fly by for Sam. They were maybe teen or fiteen people deep on this Friday night. Either here early, or late, he's not sure almost feels like ther should be more, but it's hard for Sam to judge realy, and people do keep funnling in behind him so maybe it's just the flow of things. Line dynamics can be kind of weird, some times you need guides to keep them al in one spot, some times they just do it themselves and make a nice neat line or flow of people, or they kind of mob around a spot like the deli counter and some how they know who was there before and after them and it all worksout, then they also have number systems which are kind of, "Okay have a good time." A voice suddenly says, his hand is grabbed, something cold and wet is pressed to the back and he's let past the front of the line.

"Fuck what the hell?! I'm in! I was bairly even in line." Sam says out to his friend Jace who starts laughing to his reaction.

"Dude we've been making small talk with the dudes in front of and behind us the whole time where have you been?!" Jace says back to his now slightly blushing friend, "Come on now that doesn't' matter lets go! Lets make tonight AH--" little pause "--MAZING!"

And with that Jace grabs Samada by the wrist and tugs him in through the doors. Where he is immediately hit with utter blindness. The first doors led to a second set and once the first ones shut and the second were open it only got more and more dim. Once those were shut it was almost total blackness for the otter. Assuming either the collie has better night vision or maybe just knows the lay out better he's going down a hallway full of pictures of hot dudes, and random adverts for groups that will be playing. Through a final set of doors that leads it's way into the club. As he gets closer the soft rhythmic thudding of base notes can start to be heard, murmings of voices, commotion of crowds all growing louder and louder until finally the doors swing open and light erupts into his face. There before him it feels like something out of a movie. Lasers dance through the air, steam or mist hangs along the floor like an ominous foggy cloud. Countess dark shapes of people mingle and shift here and there, a long elegant bar is off to the right, with chrome, glass tiles, and bar tenders wearing button up shirts and vests and a thong below that showing off their manly packages. Off to the left a more seedy themed looking bar sits in stark contrast with wood backing, tacky artwork, plastic cups, and bar tenders wearing vests and nothing else. Moving his eyes away from the half naked staff in the center is a large round dance floor with an over head balcony that hangs over it in a big circular shape to the two. The DJ's booth actually suspended over the balcony and the dance floor, with an array of speakers all hanging down towards the floor. Surrounding that is seating, booths, tables, little leaning posts of all sorts. Everywhere there's furs of every species mingling, talking, dancing, the whole place feels like one big sensory overload seducing the mind into thinking it's stepped into another dimension where everything functions just a little more dramatically.

Sam can feel himself pee just a little squirt of excitement into his pants as he is suddenly overwhelmed with what he has just walked into.

Chapter 2.

The encounter...

Jace had steadily pulled Sam through the sea of people outside the dance floor and past the two bars. Deeper in to the converted warehouse it's become obvious this place is broken off into sections. Around back is another bar off in the corner looking more like a casual sports bar place, probably far from the music. To the left there seems to be a room jutting into the space, probably the bathrooms or maybe management offices Sam figures. Seems this rear bar is where Jace is inclined to start the night as he's tugging Sam along the sound does start to die out a bit to where he can actually hear Jace's voice again. "Pretty amazing Isn't it?!" Jace hollars over the sound towards his in tow otter.

"It's surely a lot more than I was expecting." Sam shouts back and finally they're up at the bar. Jace leaning over with an excited posture to him, Sam moving to lean up against the bar trying to appear casual and adjust the hem of his sweater a little. "This is all quite nuts, from the outside I thought it was going to be a little boring inside." Sam says over to Jace who's trying to get the bar tenders attention.

"Yeah I was shocked the first time I came in," Jace says before turning back as the bar hand has shown up. A nice looking tiger guy with just a casual white shirt on and actual pants. "I'll take a double POG, and beer for my friend thanks."

"Oh thanks, want me to get the next round?" Sam asks as he subtly double checks that he has his wallet. "What's in the POG anyway?"

"Nah that's cool dude, tonight is for you I'll get a tab open, it works at any of the bars just let them know what you want. The POG is Pineapple Orange and Gin. Sounds weird I know but it's surprisingly good after a few, and they tend to go heavy so it makes things great. The prices here are surprisingly good so feel free to indulge. Just ya know." Jace says with a happy tone, pausing to reach down and give Sam a little poke in the side of his tummy, "Keep yourself in check and we'll be fine. Heck if you really need to this place is sectioned off into different zones as it were. And there's more in the back, and up in the rafters." Jace takes a step back and starts motioning with his arms like he's a flight attendant. "Towards the front of the building you've got the classy corner, and the seedy den. Pretty explanatory but basically ones' where you can go if you want to look nice and flirt subtly. And over on the right is where a lot of the leather daddies, and pups tend to hang out. Back here we've got casual corner. Comfy chairs, more relaxed, easy to get service. Back in that room there you'll find three main attractions. The first is the bathrooms in case you need them, beyond that is sort of a converted gym shower. Lots of spots to get busy with someone, but also very little privacy. I'd advise going in there if you're feeling extra bold. Beyond that is the adult bathroom. Some of the stalls have doors, trough urinals, basically you get the idea of what goes on back there. Up stairs in the rafters there's the snuggle den. Lots of bean bags and pillows, also I've seen a hand job or two up there. To the other side of it is kind of a harem like area, there's a bunch of curtains and it sort of sections out little areas. So you get some privacy but you still get a good sense of what's going on up there."

Jace looks back to Sam who seems to be a bit awe struck by all of this sudden information and in a confused tone Sam asks, "Wait... People have sex here? I thought this was just a night club not an orgy." A bit of blush coming through the bridge of his nose as he's starting to feel extra apprehensive about walking in here wearing what he has on under his pants.

A soft laugh from Jace as he walks back, picks up his drink and drops off his card to start the tab and add Sam on to it as well. "Look gays have been having sex in gay bars since the dawn of disco. Some clubs just give you areas where things are okay. And that's the kicker even over at the seedy bar where the bar tender's are nude from the waist down, and some of the patrons may be sporting little more than a cock ring. It's a no fuck space. Got to keep those health codes up after all."

"Oh, well that's good but I mean they already have their stuff out how much worse can sex be?" Sam asks and Jace gently hooks his hand on his friends shoulder and points out a few little signs, red ones with a paw in them. "See those Sam? That means no go for fun stuff. Basically if it's where food, and drink are served it's against the law to do it. Really not sure about how it works in the other areas but regardless this place has ran for a while so I'm sure they know what's going on. And at any time if you feel un safe you can get help so don't feel pressured into anything. And there's no area where it's okay to force yourself on someone so nobody can make you do anything like that. Just go with the flow see how the night runs, heck I've only gotten laid here once. So it's not like it's always a thing."

Feeling a little easier after the introduction to the lay out, and what happens here Sam starts to drink his beer. A pretty nice domestic, nothing crazy but nothing bad about it either. Soon though he's found himself finishing off the first one. Starting to feel al ittle more relaxed, after the alcohol starts to seep into his brain. Jace meanwhile is on par with his own mixed drink. Putting the empty cup down with a happy little bark the dog's tail starts going wild again. He leans over to his friend, plants a little lick kiss on his cheek and leaning back with a big smile says, "Well I sure as hell feel like dancing. You wanna head out there?"

Sam looking to his empty cup for a moment and feeling still a little nervous says, "I uhh I think I'll have another one of these to get more in the mood. Then probably sneak to the restrooms and then we'll see about joining you."

"Aww you sure buddy? I don't wanna just leave you hanging here I can chill for a bit if you like."

"Nahhh it's fine! I like this here, the casual corner was the right spot to start for sure. Just you know it's my first time and frankly I want to watch the crowd a little more, and also well yeah I don't want to have an accident while I'm out on the floor you know." Sam says moving in more hushed tones as he gets to the "A" word.

Jace just smiles that big dumb dog smile of his, leans in to give another little kiss to his cheek and says, "Alright! But if I don't see you out on that dance floor soon I'll be dragging you somewhere and force you to have fun."

Sam chuckles and says, "And what happened to that "nobody can force you to do anything" line you just fed me?"

"Oh that's just for taking it up the ass darlin!" Jace says with a bad fake southern accent for no real reason, "I can sure as heck make you have a good time, I have my charm after all!" And with that does a little twirl to leave sam chuckling on the bar stool. The dog soon disappearing into the fog darkness and flashing lights of the dance floor.

Sam turns back around on the bar, orders himself another round and takes a seat in one of the soft chairs in the corner. Watching out over the crowd, smiling and starting to bounce his head to the music. Off in the distance though in the seedy bar he can't help but notice this large shadow wandering through. The ears are obviously canid, the body it's self is massive. Probably a good seven feet tall if not more, easily well over the heads of every other fur over there. He finds himself staring curiously over there for a few minutes, just watching and wondering what the guy might look like. Or if maybe he's just up on the bar, or it's some sort of costume as he's never noticed someone standing out quite that high before. As he takes another drink he finds that the outline of the figure is obscured by the bottom of the glass. Little bits of lacy foam further washing over the figure and as he brings down his now empty glass he finds that the outline has disappeared. Might have just been an illusion or maybe the guy left sam wonders. Squinting and leaning forward a little he tries to get another glance but is suddenly hit with a damp wet sensation down below as his beer seems to be catching up with him. He clenches hard as he can and stops it at only a little squirt. Face feeling about flushed as the tip of his cock in the now moist briefs he starts to stand up. Feeling a little relieved that it's only a splash and starts to navigate his way to the back where he was instructed restrooms lie.

The crowd feels mostly centered around the front bars, and dance floor so navigating through chatting people, those dance grinding up against the wall, and generally walking is pretty easy. Coming to the room's single door he doesn't see any markings on it so just pulls it open to peek and make sure he's in the right spot. Inside he's met with mostly inky blackness as he has to squint hard to even make out the hallway. Moving in the door closes abruptly behind him. Turning around he finds that it in fact does push out again with no resistance and feels a little more comfortable. Having to wait a moment for his eyes to adapt though he can finally start to make out some features, the outline of a few doors down the hallway. Some random pictures on the side that do little to add to the ambiance what with how dark it is. Stepping forward his nerves suddenly start to come in to him again, fearing someone might be looming up behind him, or that he's going to be exposed makes him feel a bit more uneasy. And he nervously moves swiftly to the first door he can find, no markings at all... Moving further down as well none of the doors are marked they're just there. So he heads back to the one closest to where he entered and pushes it open. No creak or anything so that's comforting and there's a dim glow of light from with in the area. Peeking in he does seem to have found the bathroom and moves right in. Amazingly he assumed the bathroom would be more popular but as he steps in he finds there's four urinals on one side, four stalls on the other and only one other fur in here. A barely dressed husky taking a very obvious drunk whizz at the urinal.

Sam tries not to stare though he can easily get a peek of the dog's dick from time to time and is pretty sure he hasn't been noticed yet. So he walks over to the stalls to find a free one. Peeking down below he finds paws after paws after... four paws. With a little sigh and slump of his shoulders he realizes his only option at this point is either to sog up his diaper or use the urinal. Standing up a little straighter, holding himself together a little more he turns around, the husky seems to have finished up and is wobbling his way towards the door. Suddenly white teeth glint in the dimness as Sam smiles feeling like he can make this happen. Heading to the urinal closest to the wall and angling his back to the room a little more he starts pulling his pants open. Hooks his thumb into the waistband of his diaper and just as he bends about half of his cock over it he feels the earth tremble below him.

Freezing for a moment as this sudden rumble hits the ground another come safter it, then another as he starts to fear there's some sort of monster about to take him down he swiftly tugs his cock out and aims it towards the bowl. Tense and shaking just a little though, trying to keep his diaper hidden with his hand around the base of his cock he tries his best to get things moving. More thuds coming closer and closer, Sam swallows back a lump in his throat and finally turns his head over to see what's coming and there's those pointy ears again. The face obscured with the dim lighting and the fact most of the lights are behind this giant beast. Sam's jaw slacks agape a bit as the outline of what may be the largest wolf or dog or some sort of canid mix he's ever seen comes in to the room. His ears are almost up to the ceiling, his chest and shoulder outline are broad as can be, his hips equally as strong. He can't see any definition but he can see the faint glow of light between the dog's heavy thighs as they cary him through. It's not that he's built hard, or strong that he can tell just his body is scaled up so much that everything seems impressive.

Sam pulls his eyes away trying not to stare but he's having a hard time not glancing back to him. The shadowy massive canid moves up closer and over one urinal from Sam and he can see the outline of a round stomach hanging above his waist. Hands reach down and in the darkness he can see the outline of what looks to be a dick the size of which he'd only seen on a horse before, and that was in porn. Fuck there's still no lighting though Sam thinks as he bites his lip, gawking at this silhouette of a figure standing so close to him. And then there's this sound of a faucet being opened up as the big figure finally lets out his stream and it sounds as strong as a hose. Sam swallows hard again. He can see the shadowy wolf's head starting to turn his way and look to him. And he snaps his own head back, takes a sign and his dick finally starts to unload it's stream of piss. Only he suddenly feels flecks of spatter hit him on the under chin. "Oh fuck!" Sam says audibly as he looks down to find he's gotten completely hard, and his dick is holding seven inches out the top of his diaper, foreskin snugged back behind the coal black head of his dick that's pissing nearly straight up, and splashing off the top rim of the urinal.

With a furious blush he leans forward, pointing himself more into the urinal and whimpering softly with the strain this puts on his cock but it's better than walking out showered in his own piss. Over to his left he hears this heavy booming thunder of "Huh-huh-huh" As the giant canid is looking over his way, seeing him trying to piss through his hardon and is chuckling a low deep rumbling laugh that echoes out in the tile room. Sam's face feels like it's about to catch fire as he's been caught staring at the large male, and then spattering himself with piss out in public. Not even realizing that while watching he's turned more towards him so the wolf gets a clear view of just about everything. "Gotta keep a handle on that monster there Otter or it's gonna get away from you." The wolf says in this voice that's like deep dark chocolate pudding running through his ears. Or as best he can describe, it's clear, crisp, just a little raspy, and the echo probably adds to this bass coming from him.

Sam whimpers gently as he's called out on his blunder of a piss and is forcing himself to try and go faster to get this done but his hardon is restricting his flow a bit. He may not have great control over himself and has even been known to pee a little when he cums some times but the severity of his hardon is actually making it hard to get a full flow going. His jaw opens and he turns back to try and say something witty and clever, probably the alcohol coming back around to help him through this. But as he's about to say 'high pressure equipment, keep pointed in a safe direction.' All that comes out as he looks over to see the wolf standing a couple feet away from the urinal, his cock in as full view as it can be to the point he can see the dark outline of his silhouetted stream. He just stares with mouth agape, and a little squeak noise comes out of his throat. The wolf laughs that deep laugh again and his cock wobbles, as sam tries his best not to stare but it's impossible. He's just transfixed by this male's presence and image. Then his dick does betray him and it flexes in excitement causing another splash up on top of the urinal. Sam yips in surprise and gets back to aiming it down, and the wolf's flow finally cuts off. Heavy shaking can be heard and some soft rustling before heavy thuds begin to sound in the bar's bathroom again as the wolf starts to make his departure leaving sam there holding his now rampantly hard cock with a dwindling stream. He tries to finish all that up, tucks himself back away in his diaper, thankful for the elastic waistband they have now days. And gets himself back together. Moving to the mirror area he takes a couple towels and tries to dab away the bit of piss that's on his fur and starts to head out of the bar.

A bit flustered though from the bit of humiliation he had to suffer in there. He's at least thankful that he wasn't called out on wearing a diaper in public, or guesses the guy didn't see. He moves to the exit door and on pushing his way in he finds himself instead in the other bathroom. Must have gotten a little mixed up. He's instantly greeted with the trough urinal right up front and center as you enter giving a clear view down it. He finds it completely full with patrons all pissing away onto what looks to be a mirrored back splash. Giving everyone a clear view of what each other is doing. He doesn't go in much further but seems Jace was right about the stalls. As he's turning away and heading back out he realizes that's where most the patrons looking for relief are as some are two up in a stall or even three, nobody using it just going to town in various sexual situations. Heck some are probably using it, who can say. Sam is just happy he avoided any sort of confrontation in there and starts to make his way back out the dim light of the hall.

Moving down the other side he finds his hands pushing up against the door. Remembering it being upholstered on this side he starts pushing against the firm leather covered frame only to find that the give is a little more than he realized. He almost throws open the door in front of him and is suddenly pelted with light and noise. Like stepping into a new world he emerges from the bathroom and heads over to the bar. Ordering one of those POGs but just a single he downs it quickly to get his nerves back under him and attempting to get more confidence as he knows Jace is going to drag him into the dance floor soon. So with a tug at his shirt and sweater hem he stands up more proudly, more confidently trying to fake it as best he can and heads off into the dance floor to see if he can meet up with his friend.

The otter might not be trained in dance in any way, or have much expreince with it. But he does come from a nation that holds celebrations with music, is very adapt at swimming, and his lithe long body yields it's self well to fluidic movement. His arms start to come up, hips start to sway, shoulders dip here and there, and his feet start to feel lighter. Heck he can bairly even notice the bulk of his diaper in his thighs as he starts to dance along with the various patrons of the bar. Making eye contact here and there, seeing the gazes of various males that may seem keen on him. Or maybe they think he's dressed wrong for this, or perhaps they just wonder why this ne guy is here, or maybe they can see the bulk in his pants. Ah fuck Sam thinks starting to over worry and wonder about what's going on. Suddenly shocked out of his own mind's pit falls by a paw on his shoulder spinning him around. Then blackness wraps around his neck and squeezes hard. "You're here!" Jace exclaims in Sam's ear.

Letting go of him and slipping off Jace gets right back in to dancing next to his friend. Sam's body starts to move along with him and the negative thoughts begin to wash away from him as the music, the movement, and exertion start to take center stage on the otter's mind. Loosing himself into the music Sam started to feel his body come more alive than usual. Sure there were people around and some were looking at him, most weren't. There was a few bumps here and there but all in all it was starting to really groove.

Sam and Jace started to fall into the cycle of it all, dance until you start to think about it or get winded. Separate from the dance floor and back to the casual bar for another round and some laughs, then back into the fray to get lost in the mist, flickering lights, and bodies. The rounds started to flow more as they tried out the classy bar's special, stopped by the seedy bar where Sam glances around for the giant shadow but can't seem to spot it. Drug back out onto the floor by Jace the heat starts to build up. Sam shucks his sweater down around his waist, exposing more of his lithe form and soft shapes.

With his head buzzing from the alcohol and his heart being guided by the hard bass he doesn't even seem to object to the hand that's put it's self on his back, slowly caressing down and then hooking around his stomach. Tugging him back against a body he starts moving in time with. Part of him thinks it's probably Jace but as he looks down to see brown fur on the hand he knows for sure it isn't. Smiling wide at the thought of someone wanting to grope on him he leans back into the warm body. Reaching a hand up and over his head to brush over some ears. Still unsure what they look like but there's clear floppy skin, probably a dog of some kind. He starts to peek back but the dance shifts and he's tugged this way and that as the bodies push against one another more and more. The dog's groin coming up against his rump and the wide base of his otter tail. A soft growl hits the back of Sam's head as the dog seems to be holding him a little tighter, a little closer. Sam gasps in surprise at the sudden squeeze around him and trembles just a little but keeps going with it for now. He just shifts his hips to get his tail to one side and tries to get the sway of the music going again.

As their bodies start moving more in time and grinding up to one another he can start to feel the mystery dog's crotch pushing to his hip a little more. Just on the edge of his padding with in he can feel the hard lump of excitement. The fact he's turning this male on so much gets him a little blushy but mostly grinning with pride. His hand slips down and around the dog, caressing over his hip and rubbing back in turn. It's all starting to get steamy, hot, sam's own cock coming to life in the front of his still mostly dry padding as he feels this dog pushing more and more against him. Suddenly there's a little yip and growl from behind as the dog grabs him firmly, starting to actually feel him hump against the side of his ass and hip line. The other male's body trembling, tensing, shaking, huffing out breath more and more Sam starts to realize... 'He's fucking cumming in his underwar!'. Sam can't help but chuckle in his mind but does his best to grind up against the dog and give him a good time rather than risk him feeling embarrassed about having such a short trigger. After a minute or so of being held tight and ground upon he's granted only a lick to the back of his neck, a soft pat on his hip line and the dog separating away. Sam stands for just a second, stunned that he was left like that. Almost like he was just used to get off and discarded. He turns swiftly to see who it was, to maybe get their name or at least say thanks for the dance. But there's already a swarming sea of furs around him. Lost to the crowd and darkness he can't even make out floppy ears or brown fur. Just shadowy faces briefly lit up from the dance lights.

A little huff and blush from the otter as he tries to figure out if that really happened, and reaches his hand down to feel over his hip. At least the dog's cum was held in his briefs and pants so that's a bonus. A soft sigh and he starts to try and get back in the groove as he spots Jace grinding face to face with either a dragon, or lizard, something smooth. Sam smiles at seeing his friend having a good time and just as his arms go up to get himself back into dancing he freezes still. Down below he feels a sudden splash of wetness and tries his best to clench himself and keep the flow from going. Starting to move swiftly through the crowd the otter looks almost like he's swimming as his bendable body curves and twists to avoid the flailing bodies. The alcohol starting to make it more difficult to keep himself in control, any time he stops actively thinking about it a little squirt comes out, a few drops follow, or maybe a heavy shot. Soon though he's free of the crowd and is looking for the bathroom, only to find himself on the opposite side in the seedy bar. And things are getting busier.

The lights on the bar also seem to have gotten more dim as the night goes on. Probably a way to keep focus on the dance floor and get to know people around you Sam thinks while navigating his way through the half dressed bears in a little group in the center. Passing over a tiger with just a harness and cock ring laying on the floor, probably had a bit too much to drink, or maybe he's just enjoying the view up the group of horses wearing leather and fabric kilts. Hard to say, but Sam can't help but notice all of the bodies as he passes through, one after another on display and seeming ready to go. Nearing the edge of the bar and getting back into the walk way he suddenly feels this heavy rush of air swarm around him. Glancing around briefly he doesn't spot any sort of fan or air con, and his own body shivers like a ghost might have just passed through him. Just as he starts to walk away suddenly from the extra dim booth areas he feels a wash of air the other way. Eyes wide and really feeling a little freaked out he squirts a little more pee in the front of his diaper and starts to rush his way to the bathroom now.

Finally through the first door, into the hallway that feels a little less dim now, and he's into the first door. Only to find a stark contrast from last time he was in here, the place is far busier now with guys actually waiting in a short line for urinals as well as the stalls. He clutches the front of his pants subtly and whimpers under his breath. He's really not going to last much longer and after all that drink he's a bit worried that he might be risking things. Sure his brand can handle it but not a few times and he's starting to loose the seal a little more and more.

A rather burly looking badger wearing only a pair of jeans in front of him in line peeks over to see the otter shifting on his feet in a full on pee dance and with a grin. "Heya boy, I accidently went in the fun bathroom and it wasn't near as busy as this if you can't hold it but don't mind a show."

Sam blushes a little and trying to judge the movement of the line he gives a little nod and says, "Uhh thanks Mister, I may try that. It's getting close. Real close." Peeking around behind him he finds that nobody has come in after so if the guy is wrong at least he might not lose his spot in line. With another nod of thanks to the badger Sam's hurrying out of the bathroom and down the hall into the play bathroom. Opening the door to a little harmony of grunts and slaps he blushes furiously as he steps into the den of sex. Finding the trough urinal up front surprisingly empty but peeking in he can't help but notice there's two guys being spit roasted over by the stalls. One of which is actually stuffed in the stall sucking a dude on the toilet. Sam winces a little as he fears he might have interrupted something private but as eyes spot him they only seem to speed up so he gives a little shrug and turns swiftly to the urinal. Pulling his pants open tugging the front of his diaper down and whipping his cock out. It's already spraying piss as he drags it free and finaly aims it forward to a happy sigh of relief as he can finally let go. Actually relaxing his shoulders and slumping a little as the sweet sensation of relief washes over him. With all the commotion going on behind it's no wonder he didn't notice someone coming up next to him until he hears the second stream start to hit the metal with a sharp tinny noise. Peeking down and trying not to look over he checks out where his own aim is. Only to them flush deeply and actually squeak a bit as his eyes are instantly met with the frontal view of the kilted horse taking a rather heavy piss right next to him.

"I totally forgot about the mirror" Sam realizes as he tries his best to adjust his hands to cover up the cartoon animals on the front of his some what exposed diaper. He'd try to tuck himself away and get out of this situation but his flow is going too strong to risk that, and it'd make things only more obvious. So far the horse hasn't said much, he's just next to him pissing away and slowly manipulating his fat loose dick. Sam can't help but watch here and there as the horse keeps toying with himself, his own otter dick coming to life a little bit. Hands trying to block his diaper a little more as he fears the movement may attract attention. Finally Sam's stream starts to dwindle down, giving a last few squirts and he's just about to shake his dick out when the horse finishes up as well. Heavy yellow jets of piss shoot out of his dick and actually splash back just a little causing Sam to jump a smidge. His pants shift and his hand slps to the side to grab them and keep them from falling and fully exposing his diapered butt to the crowd. Only then the horse flicks his heavy dick around sending drops of his piss just about everywhere. That damn dick got longer during it so there's really a heavy whip going on and some actually strikes Sam on the cheek. A little squeak from the otter and he wipes his cheek away. A deep voice but nothing like before laughs softly and says, "Hehh sorry about that kid, cute underwear ya got though." And with that laugh coming back the horses heavy cock smelling hand brushes the top of Sam's hair in a couple little pats like you might do to a cub. Sam blushes hard as he's stuffing his dick away and getting his pants back in order.

Dipping out from under the horses hand and back into the hallway in pure embarrassment he runs into the badger just coming out who says, "Hehh you have a good time in there kid?" It's probably meant in good nature but after his little embarrassing moment Sam isn't really feeling it and just kind of huffs and dips around him to head back into the bar and see if he could find somewhere to just hide for a moment and get himself back together.

Chapter 3.

Shadows can play tricks on your mind...

Feeling a little more than flustered for sure Sam's happy to mingle back into the crowd of the dance floor. Feeling a little more secluded and anonymous after his little run in with the horse in the bathroom. Not that anything too bad happened but it's sure making him feel a little withdrawn. Just not able to get back into the dancing though, Sam starts to cut his way through the crowd towards the casual bar. Hoping for another drink and a chance to just chill. But as he's about to break the edge of the crowd an arm suddenly pulls him back by his shirt. Thudding into a chest Sam gives a little squeak of surprise that's met with laughter.

"Hey bro! How're ya?" Jace says happily and loud enough over the music for Sam to hear as he holds his friend and makes a little sway in time with the music. Smelling pretty strongly of alcohol and possibly something else going through him.

"Oh hey! I'm uh, I'm great!" Sam says back happy as he can, "Just getting a little tired was going to get another drink. You seem to be having a good time."

"Awww bro it's awesome! I lost ya for a bit but glad you didn't bail."

"Oh yeah I was just taking a whizz, bit of a line but it's how it goes."

"Hehh well that's cool." Jace says and then turns Sam to look towards who the collie was dancing with earlier, and another guy grinding behind him. "I was going to go check out up stairs for a bit, if you want to join..."

Sam instantly flusters a little and shakes his head, "Oh nahh I mean... It'd be great but I'm just not quite there yet heh, maybe after a couple drinks." He says and reaches back around to ruffle Jace's hip line as best he can and gives the dog a swat on the rump. "You go for it though! I'm gonna get my breath back and probably dance some more."

A little pouty frown from Jace and he nuzzles Sam on the cheek, planting a kiss, "Heh alright well you'll know where to find me if you need me. And remember, have fun! It's what tonight is all about." With another little squeeze, Jace lets up on Sam and starts to head off with his friends grinning and wagging hard behind them, looking almost like he's guiding them up stairs with just his gaze and teeth.

Watching them leave Sam doesn't really feel left out, or anything. He's never really been up for the quick hookup as it were. And also it'd be awkward to try and get out of his pants subtly enough that he would feel comfortable with it. So with a happy smile for his friend he gives a little shrug and heads back out towards the relaxed bar. Only to then have his shoulders slump a little as he sees it's now well and truly packed with furs, and the bar tender seems to be having a rough time keeping up. Glancing his way around to the posh bar it seems about the same. Just as he's starting to consider the upstairs lounge he walks over by the seedy bar and finds it still busy but nothing like the other two. Pulling his sweater up over his shoulders again he wanders in to the area of barely clad guys. A fair sporting obvious wood, and little growls and grunts coming from around him as he walks in. Not even seeing the kilted horses at the moment he figures that most of the previous patrons are either up stairs in booths or off in the play rooms.

It doesn't take too long to get himself a fresh drink. Just a dark beer they seem to have on special over here. A heavy swallow and he coughs slightly feeling like it's a bit stronger than usual. Turning his attention back into the bar the various tables look to be half occupied in one way or another, not much real lounge space aside from a row of horse shoe booth's in the side wall. All looking a bit dim for sure he has to squint to try and make out any shapes as he walks by. Finally seeing that one just looks to be dark, almost to the point of looking like it's obscured by curtains he smiles a little more. Figuring this is the perfect spot to just relax and maybe recharge his introverted self he slips down into the booth and scoots back into the darkness that he can see taking over his paws and body. Leaning into the cool padded leather he takes a big drink of his beer, relaxes back with a happy sigh. Tugging a leg up onto the seat as well as it's easily the size of a big couch with a good gap between the table and the seat he's able to really get himself somewhere comfortable. The sounds of the music filter in softly, the noise of the crowd starting to drift away a little as he finds himself just basking in the little happy alone time and the buzz of the alcohol.

A few minutes go by of not much really happening and Sam's eyes suddenly bolt open as he feels a swift waft of air roll over his head and face towards the side of the booth. His brow quirks in surprise as he looks over and sees only the darkness surrounding the booth. Then the air wafts forward straight into his slightly open mouth. Feeling a little warmer and tasting a little different as well Sam starts to flush a little. More puffs of air hit his face quickly as he realizes that he's being sniffed by something with one hell of a set of lungs. His eyes go wide, heart races and the fur on his neck stands up a little bit as he tries to see what or who it is but really hasn't got anything to look at. Not until a streak of whiteness fills the void as sharp looking teeth emerge one after another, two large fangs surrounded by smaller teeth in between, leading to equally menacing smile behind. Sam's ears lay back, a lump in his throat forms and he swallows it down with a little squeak of surprise and sudden fear filling him. He's just about to bolt from the booth when this deep silken voice from earlier suddenly fills every bit of his ears as it says, "Well hello again, Otter."

Instantly through Sam's mind runs the phrase, "Oh shit it's him." But out of his mouth just comes a little grunting squeak noise similar to "Ahhh uhhh.." Which gets met with a deep chuckle resonating again and he suddenly feels the booth creak and sink a little as the wolf or dog, or mix of some sort. He still never got a good look at it, comes leaning forward more. There eyes begin to shine in the light. How did he keep those hidden? Sam wonders briefly as suddenly glowing pools of yellow, brown, and flecks of green begin to move closer to him, bringing that large mouth along with it.

"Hehh don't be afraid, or too nervous, I'm not going to harm you." The deep voiced shadow of a canid says to Sam as he stops just short of being right up against him. "I just thought you were cute and I'm glad we ran into each other. Really I was surprised you joined me in the booth like that."

"Oh! I umm, sorry Sir I didn't see you here to be honest." Sam says back with a bit more voice coming into his throat, shaky hand lifting his beer to take a drink and try to wet his dry throat.

A large booming laugh hits again as the shadow says, "Hahhh well I guess I didn't think of that. I guess I do kind of blend in at times." There's a bit of rustling and over to Sam's right suddenly a glowing flame appears. "Here this might Help." The deep voice says as he's fished out some matches from somewhere and is re-lighting the bar candle. A bit of flicker, some hiss of the wax coming to life and a dim glow begins to fill the area around him. Sam's eyes already wide as can be from fear and darkness don't take long to start making out the shapes of his booth's companion.

Looming well over him by two or three feet Sam finds the broad head, pointy ears, strong wide muzzle of what does look to be a wolf staring back at him. The fur a mottling mix of blacks, and browns rather than greys and whites. Down around his wide and well defined chest there's no clothes. Just fluffy fur that obscures the outline of what looks to be a rather strong set of pecs. Leading down to the some what rounded stomach of the male that gives him a bit of a stocky look while not really coming across as fat. Heavy arms rest back on the booth and one on the table. Sam's eyes look down below the table trying to see if the male is wearing any pants or what he might have down there but the shadows obscure again.

"Oh! Wow heh yeah that's way better." Sam says back almost a little too happily as he finally gets to peek at the large wolf before him. Feeling even smaller now that he has to actively look up into his eyes, and feels his presence all around him. Those eyes are warm, inviting, and do help distract from the glimmering candle lit fangs and squirming tongue in that massive maw. "It's nice to finally see you uhh, Mr. Wolf?" Sam asks curious of the male's name.

"Mr, Wolf huh? Well I suppose that's to be expected." The heavy voice says back and he says, "Actually only part wolf, my mom was a mix of things but that's fitting I suppose. Some said it lead to my size but ehh who can say." A big hand suddenly swings in front of Sam, casting a little wind along with it as he says back, "Name's Hicks, lil cutie."

Sam's face flushes a bit at being called cutie but he swings his own hand into that canid paw and feels it instantly dwarfed. Even his thumb can bairly hook around that massive mit that feels about the size of his own chest. "I'm uhh, Samada. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hicks uhh sir."

The large hand squeezes around his own with a pretty good display of strength with out causing any damage or discomfort as that booming laugh comes back, "Hahh well Samada, it's a pleasure but do you call every male you meet sir all the time?"

Sam shakes his head a little and stammers out, "Uhh no, I don't It's just I umm, I dunno Sir. Uh, Hicks it's just... You're sssooo.... Uhhmm. Big it's just coming out."

The laugh turns to a chuckle again and says, "Well I guess I can understand that, Samada. Call me sir if you like, sounds... Kind of nice really." Hicks finally lets go of the hand and slips it back to the rear of the booth. Moving a touch closer his head leans down and gives another sniff of Sam's air, this time close enough to really get a taste of the otter and the air casting around him more.

Sam can't help but squeak just a little at the sudden closer presence and the wash of Hick's breath casting over him. The wolf dog kind of makes him want to run, but he really can't deny that there's something alluring about this presence. He's never been this close to a male of this size before, and there's something stirring in his chest and stomach he can't quite put his finger on that's making him want to get to know him.

Hicks nose takes a few more sniffs of the air around him and there's this little murmuring noise, his tongue playing around in his closed mouth with audible wet noises and finally his lips smack a couple times just a foot from sam's own face. His shaky hands bring his beer back up for a drink, nearly finishing it off in one heavy gulp before he sets the glass down.

"You been having a good night from the smell of ya." Hick's says in a softer tone, closer now he doesn't have to speak up quite as much.

"I uhh..." Sam starts to respond feeling a little surprised at the comment. Takes a couple second pause before he cautiously says, "I've had a good time dancing for sure."

"Hehh nahh boy that's not what I mean. I can smell that for sure, and also it smells like you been running with those kilted boys a little." Another heavy waft of sniff around him and that grin comes back into view, "Or maybe you just been giving one of them a hand."

Sam's face suddenly burns with embarrassment as it must be some of that flung over horse piss that he's talking about. He thought it was already gone but it seems the wolf dog's nose is picking up on that. His mouth opens to try and say something back but before he can Hick's is already responding.

"Hmm and a dog as well, smells like he had a darn good time with ya from the scent of your back pocket. Man no wonder it's been so hard to find you after I saw you in the pisser."

Sam can only grunt back in surprise as he almost forgot about the dog using him to rub one out on the dance floor essentially. He didn't' even feel any wetness how can he detect this?! Then as Hick's voice lets out another deep chuckle Sam's heart sinks a little as he suddenly feels a shot of warmpth between his legs and his ears lay back, face burns hotly and his mouth hangs open for a second with an almost hyper sonic squeak of surprise.

There's this sudden shift of Hick's face as his ears perk right up at that squeak noise, he feels the huge male's arm pushing over the top of the booth above him as he leans over just a little more and the dog's nose starts to go a little wild around him. Then he settles back just a little and there's this massive grin, huge pink tongue swiping out across the glimmering ivory. Sam looks up into those pools of amber that are Hick's eyes in terror that he might have just been found out but there isn't anything said. Just this big sort of sigh coming out of that grin.

Sam starts to shift in his seat, to find a way to excuse himself so he can go and pee but as he moves a little bit so does Hicks and the feeling of his body moving with his almost in a predatory fashion just makes Sam tense up and shiver, squirting more pee into his diaper out of fear.

That arm that was scooting over him stays still, just keeping a sort of presence over Sam's head as Hick's voice suddenly starts to say, "Well well well... Aren't you soft boys always full of surprises. And here I thought the powder smell might have just been to help with sweat while you dance. Or fit those pants up around that sexy tail of yours." Hick's body shifting in the booth just a little to face sam more as he says this. His hand on the bar taking the glass that Sam had set aside with a third of his beer still in it and brings it back over to him. Licking that giant grin again as he says, "Now don't you worry cutie. That's not going to turn me away, honestly." He can see those yellow eyes shift to the sides along with the ears before he turns back to Sam and says in a softer tone, "I think it's cute as fuck that you're pissing yourself out of submission to me... Or maybe it's just" His voice deepening into an almost growl as he says the word, "Feearrr." And ears perk to wait for a response.

There isn't much that Sam can think to reply at this moment. He's trying to think of a way that he can say he's not actively pissing himself out of some sort of submission, nerves, or fear. Or that he isn't actually wearing a diaper and he's wrong. But he's pretty sure that keen nose has already figured out what he's even drank tonight just from his breath. It isn't until there's a shift of Hick's body and a little "Hmm?" That Sam finally replies in a meek little voice, "It's uhh, it's maybe both, Sir. I uhh I've never been in a position like this before and it's all so.. New and umm, exciting but also terrifying and you're just sooo... You."

Hicks laughs again softly and slips a big finger under Sam's drink to bring his beer up towards his face and says, "Relax little guy it's fine. Heck I've pissed myself a couple times when drunk too no worries. But never did I think to come prepared for it." He says as Sam proceeds to gulp down the rest of his beer and has the glass taken from him by Hicks and sat back on the table. "Now lets get some things straight first."

Sam lets out a little burp from finishing up his beer and sinks into his seat a little more as he feels a little relaxed from having something to drink, "Umm, straight Sir?" Sam asks curiously

"Well since it's your first time with someone my size, and my first time with someone wearing what you got on. I figured we should make our intentions clear. Now, I really want to get my hands on that sexy body of yours and feel yours on mine. If you're cool with this I think we can have a good time little cutie."

Sam feels his heart flutter a little bit as he hadn't really expected Hicks to want him like that. More just being tolerated is how it felt at first but now that he's hearing this his chest starts to feel about as warm as his face does and he nods quickly. "Umm yes, Sir I'd. I'd love to please you if You'd let me." Suddenly biting his lower lip as he'd never really offered himself to someone like that, and in such a subservient sounding way.

"Mmm that my little soft boy... Is fucking, fantastic!" Hicks says back eagerly and that hand ontop of the bar starts to slide down and brushes it's wide palm across the top of Sam's head and over his round little ears that tuck back swiftly. His body trembling and letting out a little gasp as he can feel his cock stir in his diaper and a heavy shot of piss come out of it. With the sudden fast flow of blood down there.

"Ohh! Uhh I umm, might have to relieve myself first, Sir before I can uhmm. EEP!" Suddenly that hand that pet down his neck is on his shoulder and tugging him in against Hick's body and sam's little squeak is met with another blast of hot pee in his diaper that's enough to feel trickling back over his cock and balls in a sweet little tickle.

"Mmm now who am I to stop you cute stuff? From what I can tell that's not really anything you have to worry about." Hicks says as that hand keeps him close, starting to slowly work at Sam's hoodie in an attempt to tug it free of his shoulders. Sam leaning forward a bit and pushing into the side of Hick's chest and abs in turn to let his hoodie be stripped from him.

"Oh well umm I've just... It's you see that I've got." Suddenly Sam's response is cut off by those teeth coming right into view, his other giant hand reaching down and caressing up over Sam's thigh and along his hip line as he's being handled almost like a doll by this big beast.

"I know damn well what you've got boy. Now you're not leaving my paws, or my presence unless you say the word, "Station wagon." That's your get out of pleasure free card cute stuff. Now why don't you get those pants open, get your paws on my cock, and go ahead and feel how much I want you against me right now."

Sam gulps hard as he feels those big hands rubbing over him and hearing the words, 'fuck a safe word. This really is a thing that' shappening.' He thinks swiftly and looking up to that face, into the presence, feeling his breath waft over him Sam nods and says in his best voice he can manage at the time, "Ye." A little cough to clear his throat, "Yes sir." And with that his hoodie slips off his hands he reaches down under the bar. Fumbling away with his belt, looking around wildly to see if anyone can spot him."

"don't worry cute stuff, you're not the first one to wear those in here and nobody can see us. Remember you couldn't even see me when you sat down. Now, get those pants open like a good little boy." Hicks rumbles in sam's ear while leaning down to nuzzle against the side of his head, making that reverberating voice vibrate his very brain.

Sam takes a huge breath and almost like he's ripping off a bandaid he pulls open the front of his pants. Suddenly he feels that big hand on the back of him snapping open his tail's button and then starting to nudge the denim downwards.

"mmm that's it, just push em down, let me see what my cutie has on, lets see his secret." Hicks says while reaching for the candle and bringing it closer to illuminate the darkness below. Showing off the front of his diaper with a bit of wetness showing, some of his indicator paws still there and all those cute little animal faces smiling out from the front. Sam's head tucks down a little bit in shame as he reveals this to someone he'd just met like this. But this down wards gaze lets him see the sudden ergence of something red in the darkness. Resting between Hick's legs the wolf dog's giant sheath is visiblie in front of him now. Clearly he's either been walking around nude, or just shucked his stuff off in the booth as there's nothing keeping his paws away. And as instructed he reaches forward, gently caressing over the sheath of the big canid.

A low rumbling growl of approval is met to his ears as Hicks brings his finger down and starts to caress over the front of the diaper. Feeling the vinyl like texture of the plastic, the louder crinkly bit where the tapes connect and there's this little possessive squeeze of the otter as he reaches down to touch his own cock in turn. "Mmm that's just fucking perfect little cutie, makes you look hot as fuck really. Now lets see." Hicks smile tucks down and teeth disappear as his palm lays flat on Sam's diapered crotch and feels the bit of heat coming off of it, causing Sam to moan out softly and squeeze at the emerging moist tip of the canid's cock. Suddenly as he does there's this heavy deep growl, teeth flash out into the open and Sam jumps from surprise, letting go of the dick briefly as his diaper suddenly gets a heavy gush of pee from it. Hicks's cock pushes free of his sheath a little more as he feels this hot blast down below and his arousal starts to build more as he starts to feel like he's really making this guy piss his pants in fear. There's a bit of a chuckle that comes after and he says, "Sorry cutie, couldn't resist, now get your hands back on my dick something tells me you're not done relieving yourself yet as you said."

Sam's whole body jumped at the sudden menacing growl and it's not to be excepted his full bladder that' shaving a hard time holding stuff back would let some pee go. He huffs softly in embarrassment and says, "Um sorry Sir," And brings his paw back to start rubbing over Hick's huge dick again. Feeling like he's caressing a smaller soda bottle at the moment he explores the smooth textures, pointed tip that starts to drool a little bit. Rubbing down over the soft furry sheath that covers the rest of his dick and down onto the heavy balls. Fuck they feel massive Sam thinks, grapefruits wouldn't even cover what he's holding onto. But perhaps the darkness is adding to it.

"Well cute stuff?" Hicks asks while still resting his palm on the front of Sam's diaper. "Cute boy's aren't going to get the privilege of sucking me off if they're not going to do what they're told."

Sam looks back up to hicks, thinking he was doing what was asked by pawing at each other like this but then he starts to realize what he means. His shoulders slump a little and he nods, wanting to please the wolf dog as much as he can his mind starts to focus on relaxing. A heavy sigh like one might do at a urinal and his dick finally lets go. Through his half hard cock aiming straight forward in his now slightly tented diaper he starts to let his flow go.

"Mmm there we go cutie, just let yourself relax around me. Be yourself, don't be ashamed if you get a little damp." A littltle moan coming from the wolf dog almost as he pulls his fingers away from the diaper, ears turned down to it to l isten to him piss himself. He really never expected anything like this happening, hadn't even considered diapers on a guy cute but something about the way this cute lithe soft boy wears them just makes it so fucking sexy to him. "C'mon now lets take this off so you have something dry to wear home." Hicks says while grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over his head.

Sam lets go of that dick for the moment his shirt is pulled away. Hips shifting a little and letting his pants fall down further to Hick's growl of approval. His dick is flowing free at this point, really nothing he could do to stop it if he tried with how strong his piss is running out. Now soaked up hard on the front, the stream flowing down his dick, over his crotch and between his legs to make the diaper swell between his legs and noticibly out from the front of his crotch. Leaning back into the booth with only his pants hooked around his ankles he soon finds a foot down there helping him out. Pulling the jeans off and leaving him now wearing only his very obviously pissed diaper in the booth against the big wolf dog.

"Mmnnnffuuuk now that's just hot and perfect." Hicks says while he brings his hand down to caress over Sam's little tummy, running over the soft texture of the super short fur he can't help but bring both hands down and start caressing him deeply. Massaging into his body with a possessive stroke. "My word you're just so god damn hot. When I saw you pissing with that hardon I thought for sure I'd want a piece of you and damn I'm glad I did, even more surprises than before."

Sam can't help but feel al ittle flustered at all this attention to himself. Reaching back for the dick that's a little out of reach now he gets told to not worry about that right this second and just enjoy what's happening. Hicks moves the candle further away to help give him some privacy and he really starts to feel more comfortable as the shadows take him back in to seclusion. The thudding of the bar is still going on around him, he sees someone pass by from time to time but pays it no mind. For now his whole focus is on Hicks and his really amazing touch that makes him almost feel like a cub from how huge these paws are, the strength of the arms, and the way he feels so desperate to get his approval.

Hicks' brings his hand back down eventually to Sam's diaper, feeling the front of it and squeezing into the sogginess a little he chuckles with delight as the squeezing mass of wetness being pushed into the otter's cock causes the cute boy to moan out audibly in delight. "Mmmm there we go, found something you really enjoy now didn't we." Hicks asks him while starting to massage the front of his diaper and really caress it like he would be the package of a larger male. All the while Sam squirms against him, huffing, whimpering and moaning. Finaly his body suddenly going tense like he's just about to cum after only a minute of touch and Hicks lets go. Pulling back with a deep chuckle in his ears as he starts to lean back into the booth a little more. "Hmmm don't go off too soon now cute stuff. We need you good and horny if you're going to be able to handle this.

Sam whines out in long tones as he's suddenly denied the chance to cum, even if t was well premature for him it still would have been great. His eyes squint into the darkness before going wide as he sees Hicks lean back and his hand slips down to push his sheath back and pull out what's easily thirteen or fourteen inches of hard huge dog cock with a knot that makes his ass hole twitch in fear just from thinking about taking it. With little hesitation now that he's really feeling the alcohol in that strong beer, or maybe just the desire for Hicks, or both he's moving forward. Tucking a knee up onto the booth so that he can lean forward and get himself between the out stretched thighs of Hicks who presents his cock for him. Getting just about close enough to touch him his paws move in to rest on either side of his cock as he looks up into Hick's now shadowy and ominous face again and asks, "May I sir?"

Hicks' cock visibly throbs and squirts just a little pre at the question and that massive smile looming in the darkness above this red cock says, "May you what boy?"

"May I umm. May I pleasure you sir? With my mouth, and hands? Can I please make you cum, Sir?"

The dick throbs again and the hand lets go of it and it drifts up and into the shadows to rest on top of the booth as Hicks shifts his hips forward a little and says, "You may boy, and please don't hold back. Just give me everything You've got, no boundaries. I know you got it in you."

Sam just smiles broadly at this invitation and he's suddenly grabbing for that cock, moaning a little as he can feel the strength and power of it. And tucking forward he can feel the heaviness of his diaper starting to slide off the side of the booth a little bit. Only making him blush a little but he's far too focused on this dick now. He's rarely felt this comfortable around someone especially new, and the fact he's now holding a dick that would make most men jealous is even better. His hands pull around the base of that knot, feeling the firmness with in the slightly spongey outer layer. Tugging it forward he feels it throb and almost gets tugged forward from the sheer strength of it. Pulling himself up over Hick's thigh a little more he tugs that dick forward towards his face. Bringing himself in close to it and gently smelling the tip and over the musky aroma of the male's natural odors and subtle arousal pheromones.

His mouth starts to come down and plants a little kiss on the tip of Hicks cock, a squirt of excited pre and a little growl of pleasure hit him at the same time and his heart jumps with delight at feeling the reaction. His head tilts down, starting to plant little kisses here and there along the underside of that dick as he works his way down to the base of the knot. Hands massaging around the base of the dick as he pulls it forward a little more so he can circle his head around that knot planting his little kisses of admiration. Working his way back up over the top side before he reaches the tip again and just dips it into his mouth briefly. All the while he can feel Hicks chest raise and fall with the deep breath of his pleasure. Urging Sam on to try his best to try and really worship this mans dick the way he feels it deserves to be. His mouth takes the same path as before but this time his lips keep contact. Caressing over the flesh with little suctions here and there, tongue playing when he can here and there before he's up at the top and this time he pushes a little more into him. The way the cock tapers out towards the middle of the shaft makes his jaw stretch more and more as the dick finally taps the back of his throat and makes him pause.

He drags back, repeats that stroke of his mouth to be gifted another shot of precum from Hicks balls before he pulls off. This time running his open mouth down the underside of that cock again and right over the knot where he tucks his head down. Lifting up those heavy breeder quality balls and starts planting little kisses over their fuzzy skin. Tasting the male's more intimate areas between his legs and nuts where odor really builds up just makes Sam moan out louder. Really starting to get a feel for this male and feeling himself overwhelmed with the desire to please him his mouth finds it's way under his balls even. Sucking away at the backside of his sack, with his body twisted in an almost impossible way but his mustelid nature makes it a little easier for sure.

Hicks sure seems to approve with the way his hand comes down to caress over the back of Sam, even reaching down to cup his diapered ass and give it a squeeze while the boys head is tucked between his thighs and exploring his taint. Lifting a leg up a little bit to expose more of himself Sam takes full advantage of that. Licking back almost to the wolfdogs asshole but the seat is in the way and for now he's way more wanting to get that dick into his mouth. Pulling up he lashes his tongue out in firm swipes across anything it can taste on it's path right up to the dick's tip. Pulling his mouth up over it he sucks firmly and swallows loudly at the oozing precum that's flowing off the cock. A growl from above sings his approval as Sam finally opens his mouth up and starts trying to find a rhythm on that dick.

His lips hold firmly, tongue caresses anywhere it can, teeth are kept well and safely out of the way up front, in the back his dull teeth rub over the cock but there isn't much he can do to avoid that. As the sheer girth of Hicks' cock fills his mouth to the brim. That cock tip poking at his throat every time and jetting it's pre cum into him just starts to feel like it's taking him over. His mouth pushes forward more and more, driving the tip of that dick into his throat before his body finaly gives way. It doesn't gag, it doesn't reject him at all. It's almost starting to feel like he's just adapting to be a part of this dick. To stroke it as it's best designed to be. His throat opens up, his eyes water from the bit of strain as he feels it feeding down into his body more and more. Inch after inch pass into him almost like a dream until he's got a heavy bulge out of his throat and this wolf dogs cock down to the knot.

Hicks above is panting hard now, watching almost astonished as this smaller male has taken him down like he's being paid for it. The sensation of suction, pressure, and motion on his cock is almost too much to take and he has to try and steady himself a little. But there isn't too much he can do as sam drags up off his dick takes a big breath through his nose and starts pushing himself down onto that dick again.

This is where Sam mind starts to switch off a little. He knows he's wearing only a diaper in a club, that he's blowing this guy in a dark booth suroudned by people. There could be tons watching him, or none, it could be a dream and he'll wake up soon with a sticky mess in his bedtime diaper but for now that doesn't matter. None of it does. All that matters is that he gets this cock down to the base in his mouth as far as he can. The knot might not fit but his hands are rubbing that giant bulb of male flesh with every bit of tenderness he can. His throat starts to feel more acclimated to the cock, forming around it like a second skin almost as he keeps it half way in him at all times. Just pumping, stroking, sucking away at it. Milking the precum out of those throbbing balls down below him with every stroke for minutes on end. His ability to hold his breath is starting to really shine as he can easily make it a few minutes of stroking on this cock before he has to pull back up for another quick inhale of air to refresh himself and get back down onto it.

Hicks is starting to moan more and more, groan into the air loudly with that deep rumbling voice. Almost starting to shout as he can feel his balls tickling hard, his taint squirming a bit and his ass hole pushing out as his dick starts to reach his peek. He takes a long steady breath to try and prolong this utterly amazing blowjob he's receiving but as he tries to Sam surprise him by sliding a paw back and spreading his fingers out along the wolf dog's taint. Suddenly his balls lurtch up. The otter's other arm actually hooks around the base of his cock and starts tugging at the back of his massive knot like he's tied into some one while fingers dance and tingle along his taint. Suddenly those yellow brown eyes shine in the darkness as his mouth wide open huffs out heavy breaths and he feels his balls almost being drawn out through his cock and into Sam's belly as the first heavy wash of his seed feels almost forced out of his body.

Sam is meanwhile mouth deep on that dick, pushing into the front of the knot as much as he can tug at the back of it while his paw continues to seek out the ticklish areas below the canid's balls that are now pulsing and pumping. Feeling him feed that cum down into his belly sam's head swims, feeling floaty and lost in the moment as he doesn't even realize he's pissing himself just a little from pleasure. His mouth just keeps sucking, pushing forward drawing back to keep milking that cum out of Hicks. Drawing back again for a breath the long stroke up in a slow fashion has Hicks grunting out in fast pace 'uh-uh-uh' as he seems to be hitting a good spot and the cock throbs harder. Once up and having a chance for air he find shis mouth swiftly flooded with Hicks seed. Tasting the potent mixture of his cum just makes sam groan out and drown out his voice as he pushes down on that dick, the cum that was in his mouth swiftly displaced and splattering out down between the two as he tries his best to keep that dick stuffed in his throat and contain as much of his seed as possible.

Hicks body tenses up, squirms, writhes as he's drained so expertly by Sam that even he is astonished at how this night has turned out. Doing everything he can to stay quiet about it for the peak of his orgasm he does suddenly slump back hard into the booth. Panting and breathing deeply as he starts to try and get some breath back while Sam's down there milking the second half of his orgasm right out of him so nicely. Running his paw along the lithe boys form he moans out gently as he reaches around and swears he can feel his stomach a little further out, but that may just be his own pride.

Sam feels easily the greatest pleasure he can as Hicks slumps down onto the booth like that. Feeling like he's done his job the best he possibly could offer and that he's done a good job draining him out. His stomach starting to feel a bit queasy, nauseated even as he draws back off the dick and lets a few shots fill his mouth before swallowing them down with tongue brushing over the leaking tip of cock. He can surely feel that load sitting in his stomach hard, reaching down to rub over his tummy with a little groan as he feels himself distended a little from the massive meal he's just been gifted. Pushing down onto the dick once more into his throat he feels like it might be over and thankfully so because he really can't handle much more. He drags off of Hicks cock only to then be met with a shot of cum right up over the face. Moaning out into the open he holds that dick with both hands, slowly caressing around the knot and shaft as it keeps pumping stream after stream of now more watery cum out over his face and shoulders. The otter not even thinking of the ramifications of doing this in public, for now he's just happy that the dick is still squirting, like he's made it extra fertile and is now being granted the gift of being bathed in the males seed.

"Hmm fuck man that was the best." Hicks says in that deep voice, sounding a bit more relaxed, "Ah sorry for the little facial there, but fuck you got me squirting, I haven't came like that since I was a teenager. Hot fucking damn that was good." The wolf reaching down to rub over Sam's diapered ass again as his last few shots of cum are sent out to land where ever they may on Sam's face who has now returned to just nursing on the tip of his cock and snuggling up against the giant canine.

To Sam it feels as though the world around him has simply melted away. Lost into this comforting shadow the otter snuggles against the fur. Feeling his chest rapidly rise and fall as the big cross breed tries to get his breath back. The taste of his cock, the feel of his blood pumping through it while his ear listens to the gentle thumping of the heart with in. It's easy to lose track of time for sure, and also forget that he's laying 90% naked in a public booth. It's not until he suddenly hears a glass break in the bar and the crowd roar with mocking cheers that he suddenly comes to realize that he's not alone with this massive beast. "Umm... Hicks." Sam says softly after taking his mouth off the now half shrunk dog cock. "Aren't we not allowed to do this?"

"Hrmm?" Hicks makes a little murr of inquiry to Sam's voice, pulling his head off the back of the bar, swiping his tongue across his large muzzle to clean away any drool that was about to fall. "Ohh this? Nahh this is fine, you just can't fuck in public, or other butt stuff. But management generally doesn't mind so long as we don't make a big mess or interrupt some other guests fun." A wide hand comes to rub along his back slowly and steadily, "Don't worry about it cute stuff, I doubt anyone saw us, and if they did they're probably super jealous of me right now." Hicks says with that deep voice, though sounding a bit more relaxed and less dominating now.

"Hehh well that's good to know." Sam says back and pulls his hand down to rub over Hicks' balls slowly, "But really I'm sure they're jealous that I got to drain these big boys." The otter feeling far more comfortable now that he's had a taste of the wolf and is pretty sure he's out of danger. Though a part of him is still a little on edge as he shifts and feels his exposed diaper's weight shift between his legs.

"Well cute stuff, I don't know about you but I could sure use a piss after that pretty outstanding blowjob you just gave me." Hicks says while reaching down to cup Sam on the butt and tug him closer, "Though I doubt you'd be able to handle it if I were to try to use you for it. So how about we head over to the bathrooms and see if you can truly help drain a big pup all the way hmm?"

Sam's cheeks flush a little as he's asked to come along and help Hicks in the bathroom but he really can't say no to the guy now so he gives a little nod and says, "Happy to help you out Sir." And starts to reach for his pants. Hicks shifts a little to scoot to the side away from Sam and reaches down under the table himself. Though it's almost impossible to see anything Sam does manage to get ahold of his removed pants and starts tugging them back up over himself. Hicks as well has grabbed some garment and seems to be getting himself in order as Sam drags his shirt over his head again and grabs his jacket. Sliding free of the booth looking pretty normal aside from the strong odor of wolf-dog crotch musk lingering all over his face and a streak of spunk that's slowly drying over his right cheek.

Stepping out into the light of the bar Sam is finally able to get a decent look at Hicks who on climbing free of the bar has in fact covered up his crotch. Wearing a pair of very slim fitting shorts, dark denim from the looks of it. His fur glimmers a bit in the direct light but the rest tends to just absorb it. Dark base coat of blackness envelops the wolf-dog, with flecks of gray and silver hinting along little wispy layers of his outer coat. His size sure hasn't changed for sure, as they move to walk next to eachother, even with his thick shoes Sam at best still only comes up to the canid's chest and even then only the base of his heavy pecs. The dog stands at least seven feet tall if not more, his chest thick, arms wide, hands like gloves, his waist looks strong, that bit of a stomach outline he could see before more obvious now and looking a little soft for sure. Sam blushes just a bit as the wolf turns to make his way through a narrow crowd and he gets a look at that very fine round wide ass of the big canid. Feeling his cock stir in his diaper a little from ideas coming to mind. But he tries not to focus too hard and looks down to see his heavy, size twenty something feet plodding along on the ground.

Truly a sight to behold Sam thinks while he follows along this wandering shadow. As they move through the dance floor even with his size he feels like he might loose him amidst the darkness. Only to have a huge paw come down and grasp onto his shoulder, guiding him along and pulling him in close to Hicks, making Sam feel safe, and protected from the mingling swarm of strangers all jostling about in the club.

Chapter 4.

The Night Wraps UP.

Samada glanced around for Jace here and there as he was following Hicks through the bar towards the bathroom. Not really able to find a sight of him it only makes sense to Sam, that Jace must still be up with the new friends he'd made tonight. Starting to actually enter through the first door into the dim hallway Sam's face starts to blush a bit as he's soon led into past the first bathroom, past the wet room and straight into the more wild restroom. He's not really being pulled along by Hicks just can't really seem to tear himself away. Following along after the wolf dog just feels natural after having drank his load. Sam's lips squirming together as he tries to get a lingering taste of the canid. As a result he finds himself standing next to an almost empty urinal with Hicks next to him and another stranger just past him a few spaces down. Off in the room there's various noises and voices he can make out but doesn't really seem to notice them.

The door thuds down behind Sam and he jumps just a little as he looks back up to Hicks face and sees those shining teeth smiling down to him from with in the shadowy form of the now obscured wolf dog. Those eyes seeming to shimmer with a bit of a glowing effect from the lighting look to Sam's face, then guide his gaze back down to his crotch and then back to Sam. A little tilt of Hicks head and the otter soon knows what's expected of himself. His cheeks turning a pretty strong red, eyes darting around swiftly to see if anyone notices that he's starting to reach forward. Hooking his fingers into the waist of Hicks' shorts and trying to tug them free of the large male's waist.

The shorts were soon to be found quite stretchy, probably to help accommodate the size of Hicks who soon made a little rumble of approval in his throat as Sam's hands reached in, took hold of his sheath and started trying to aim it down to the urinal. Finding a good few inches of his softening cock poking free of the tube. Sam puts a paw up on top of it, trying to help direct it down but finding little luck. Hicks tries to say softly, though his voice does resonate pretty well Sam worries as he hears, "That's it little cutie, but try just tugging the sheath back and then it'l get easier to aim this way."

Sam looks up to Hicks with a bit of a blush in his face as he hears the suggestion and nods, peeking around real quick as he brings his paws down on the sheath and slides it back over the wolf dog's impressive cock. Soon the redness of his member starts to emerge more and more. Smaller than when he was aroused, but still an impressive size for sure, and girthy for sure as that knot is still half formed at the base. Sliding the fuzzy skin behind the bulb lets Hick's cock flop down with a happy sigh from the canid who doesn't take long to start up a rather potent stream. Sam actually squeaks just al little in surprise as it suddenly lets go and he finds his hands swiftly in place on top and bottom of Hicks' cock's knot to help pull the stream up from splattering on the edge of the trough and aims it down into the gully. That only creates more splashback against Sam's legs as it starts to bounce off the base and splash with the growing puddle of the wolf dog's urine so he tries aiming it up to the back and manages to find a good angle to keep it going smooth. Sam relaxes a little and smiles, starting to slowly rub over that large dick with his paws and massage it gently while Hicks relieves himself.

Hicks lets out a big happy sigh as his flow finally starts going strong and easily. Feeling Sam's careful touch, and the tender massage he's getting makes the canid rumble out a deep and delighted sound similar to a growl but not quite with the menace. "Mmm that's good cutie butt. Going to have to keep your talents around if I can always get this sort of attention." Hick's says while reaching up to rub over Sam's ears and down along his neck gently.

The otter helping the big wolfdog piss is hardly going un noticed by the few furs in the bathroom, some taking a glance, others just smiling and admiring the view from behind. But one has decided to step right up next to Hicks, pull his cock out and start openly jerking off while watching the show. Sam's cheeks flush softly and Hicks can start to see him withdraw a little and the shyness come back into the boy. Looking over at the rather bold young Fox that's over to his right, Hicks gives a low grumble and says, "See something special boy?"

The fox jumps softly at the sudden deep bass rumble of a voice and can only really stammer out a few words back into his throat before he takes a step back, and tries to pretend like he's aiming his very hard cock down at the urinal in an effort to appear like he wasn't trying to shoe horn himself into the show. Hicks gives a heavy little snort, and flex of his dick that makes a hard jet of piss run even stronger into the metal bowl before it resumes it's normal flow, carefully guided by Samada's hands. "Yeah thought so." Hicks says simply and turns back to Sam, giving a soft rub along his neck line again and smiling down at the otter.

Sam's heart is still beating hard as it was when they first entered, if anything from being so blatantly watched by that guy, or the others around that have come and had an actual piss and moved on in the time it's taken Hicks to let go of his very long flow of piss. The otter's own bladder is starting to tickle a little and he's really starting to feel concerned about having another full pee in his diaper. It may take it just fine, or he could wind up leaking out onto his shoes.

SHHHHHHRRRRRPPP! SHRPP! SHHHNNNnntttt... Is the best sound Sam could think to describe the noises as Hicks strong flow finally dwindles down and a few more blasts of hard pee come flying out, some even splattering back against both of them. The wolf dog shivers a little and flexes his cock here and there to get the last bits of pee out. "Hmnnff fuck I needed that, how about you give it a big shake and a little kiss before we tuck your new friend back into his home?" Hicks asks down to Sam who briefly glances up to the canid. Then does his best to shake, and wiggle the cock, it's got a heavy wobbling sway now that it's mostly flaccid. Even with that guidance bone with in, there's a lot of wiggle to this heavy dick that's flinging little droplets of yellow everywhere. After all that, Sam finally pulls it back up right, leans down in front of the canid and gives that pointed tip one last lingering kiss that is met with delight by Hicks. Some wiglging and manipulation of Hicks' sheath and soon Sam has all of that red cock back in it's home. "Mnnf fucking great cutie, that was just the best ever. You want some help too or you going to take care of that yourself?" He offers while gesturing a paw down towards Sam's crotch.

The otter shakes his head and shifts on his feet a bit. The show of leaning over and giving that dick it's last bit of appropriate worship has him feeling like all of the eyes in the bathroom are on him again. And that if he were to try and piss over the hem of his diaper they would all see it. But he really can't just go for another full pee, a leak here and there he could feel comfortable with. His diaper's already pretty soggy, bulging out front and making his legs spread a little as well. It isn't until he feels the deep rumbling "Hhmmm?" From Hicks reminding him of the question that he squeaks softly and takes a long deep breath and says, "I uhmm, I think I can manage on my own. I just... I uhh, you know want to be..."

There's a deep chuckle from Hicks at Sam clearly getting nervous at the idea of having to pee out in the open and he says, "Hey now c'mon I'd love to see your cock and I know what I'm reaching in to. It's all good now come here and stand in front of me little cutie." He says down to Sam while reaching out to guide him to stand in front of the big wolf dog who's wide hands slowly caress over his stomach and sides.

This has done little to help Sam's blush as he's guided in front of Hicks and has his body aimed towards the long trough toilet. He's feeling those huge fingers that could easily be the size of most fur's cocks pulling his t-shirt up, fiddling with his belt and pants, opening them up. Sam starts to hope that he's just going to open the flaps of his jeans and not reveal too much but before he knows it his voice is squeaking out a surprise as his pants are actually tugged down a bit, fully exposing the front of his diaper that has long since lost any sense of it's wetness indicator paws. His cheeks burn hotly as he looks around, but all he can really see are the huge biceps of Hicks obscuring much of his view. Soon after those fingers are reaching in to the slightly elastic waist of his diapers hem, pulling it out, fishing in there and grabbing his cock. "OOohhnh!" He moans out, catching his muzzle in his paws as he tries to some how stay subtle. The plastic noise of the front of his soggy diaper burning in his ears even through the sea of bathroom noises, grunts, yells, slapping hips, and choking that is starting to come from the stalls where there's clearly a little orgy building up. And then his cock is out in the open, aimed at the bowl by those fingers.

"Mmnnfff there we go little cutie, damn you got a heck of a pecker on you. Honestly more than I was expecting to fish out of your diaper." Hick's voice says... So loudly to Sam's ears even though it might not be heard by most, but some how wearing one just seems to make his ears hyper sensitive to anything related to them. "Well now, c'mon and give me a good piss, lets see if it's as impressive as this hefty pecker on you." Hicks says while giving Sam's six inches of well sized flaccid hooded cock a little wiggle.

Sam's already feeling more nervous than he ever has he feels. He can't believe he's being exposed like this after sucking this guy off in a bar, then holding his dick in public to take a piss and how he's being man handled out in the open like this in front of the cushy plush of his diaper. He can feel his cock wanting to start get hard from the excitement and the overbearing embarrassment that's overcoming him now. But as Hicks asks him for it, he finds himself unable to resist and his cock is soon starting to dribble, then flow hard. Sam's head rolls back, he moans outa gain as he can feel the flow of his piss running out of his body, through the distending tube of his cock and out of the piss slit in his helmet head, all while guided out by Hicks' hand who keeps him gently but firmly in his grasp.

As the piss starts to flow freely from Sam, Hicks' other paw starts to roam over and rub on his soft stomach, murring out a deep rumble of delight and softly saying, "Atta boy, let it all go. Just let yourself relax and I'll take care of you like you have me. It's the least I can do... Well, maybe I could change you but I'm not sure you've got a spare."

Sam yips softly as he mentions changing him out in the open like this and his head looks down to peek at his own stream, his cheeks feeling as if they're on fire, his chest actually jumping forward from how hard his heart is beating. Or so he thinks. And then another squeak as he picks up a reflection in the polished steel in front of him and he can see someone openly watching him piss. He's thinking it's the horse from earlier, but it's too hard to tell, but they're pissing too and slowly stroking their dick. Looking back down to his own he sees that a lot of the wolf dogs paw covers him up, maybe it's obscuring the public vision, but it's too hard to tell. All he knows at the moment is that it's the most thrilling thing he's ever been through, and he's almost sad that his cock is starting to dribble and wain on it's flow. He's about to start letting his last little squirts out when his diaper is suddenly flipped back up over his dick. Hick's fingers stay down in there on either side of his flaccid cock. He's about to ask what the plan is but he's cut off by a deep voice saying.

"Mmmnn don't think I'd let you get away using only the potty little cutie. C'mon now give that diaper a little squirt for me, let me feel you do what you do best. C'mon my little pants pisser." Hicks says close up to Sam's ear, it might not be super audible to anyone else but to him it feels almost like he's being shouted at.

Sam yips gently at this but then his dick gives another squirt, and another two after that and a little flow following before it finally dry throbs and finishes pissing into the already soaked padding and right up against Hicks fingers.

"Ohhh fucking perfect!" Hicks says happily as he squeezes Sam a little tighter when he can feel him peeing up against his fingers. He drags his hand out of the otter's diaper and soon slips his fingers into his mouth to suckle them clean. "Mnnfff ohhh I'm surely keeping you around if I can." He says with a delighted tone.

Then hicks just steps away from Sam and leaves him at the urinal, the otter's pants falling down as a result of not having the wolf dogs's bulge pushed up against his pants to keep them up. He's briefly fully exposed before he bends over and rapidly pulls his pants up and starts heading out of the bathroom to catch up to Hicks with a whimpering flush to his face as he tries to get his pants fastened up before he reaches the outer door.

Stepping into the club it feels not quite as bright as before, like they've taken the lights down for night time, and he's pretty thankful for it for sure. Though it does result in him almost loosing Hicks in the darkness. Running along after him he catches up just in time to find his way back to their booth. Collecting his hoodie and putting it on they start to chat a bit more casually. Exchange numbers and things start to feel more relaxed between the two. Though Sam still has this somewhat submissive nature to Hicks.

They have a drink and about the time they're starting to finish it, Jace comes down from up stairs, alone, fur a mess, stinking of balls, and cum the dog looks awfully proud of himself as he suddenly flops down in the booth next to Sam and with a huge grin on his face says, "Man, what a fucking night! Wasn't I right this place is awesome isn't it?" A laugh follows after and Sam laughs along with him, "Man I do hope you got up to some fun, I'm sorry I bailed on you but fuck those guys were so hot, and one of them had the biggest cock I'd seen on a dog. It was like getting fisted almost." Jace reaches down and grabs Sam's drink and takes a long gulp off of the otter's beer and after a happy sigh says, "Hahhh so buddy, what'd you get up to tonight find anyone?"

At this point Sam has a rather coy grin on his face, he's happy that his friend had a good time, but is endlessly amused that he has yet to notice Hicks in the dim booth. "Ahh heh it's cool dude, I know you had a good time and I'm glad you did. I probably couldn't have had that sort of a time, but I uhh... I did have fun for sure." He says while taking his drink back and taking a slow drink while looking to Hicks who is smirking deeply and clearly enjoying being a fly on the wall.

"Ah yeah? What'd you do go out dancing? Or did you find someone to talk to? Heh surely you didn't sit here all night just drinking the house beer. I mean c'mon we both know that you wore a thick one here but I hardly doubt it'd be enough to keep you dry all night." The border collie says with a casual playful tone as he reaches over and gives a little squeeze to the otter's pants. Hicks' brow furrows as he worries about Sam not appreciating that. But there's little to no reaction from the otter, perhaps it's part of their buddy nature he figures. "Hah yeah man you're loaded up there, we probably should call it a night soon especially if you're still drinking. Ah dude thanks again for coming, and I'm glad you had fun, can't wait to come back here and maybe help get you laid. Fuck I probably smell like someone's underwear right now." Jace says taking a sniff of himself here and there... About that time his nose picks up something different, something new and special and his nose starts huffing and wiggling over towards Sam and he pushes in close over him, to sniff through the aroma of beer pee coming off of his friends pants. About the time he starts to realize that sam smells like dog cum his mouth grins wide as can be. He's about to exclaim something out of joy when suddenly there's this massive bass shaking his very core. The dog' sears flip back, his tail tucks down tight, and he actually squirts a little pee right into his briefs from the sudden shake that makes him freeze and curl in a bit.

Sam laughs heartily at this and he says, "Yeah, it's great dude I had a lot of fun." He reaches over and softly squeezes Jace's pants and snickers at the little wet spot, "Good to know you still fear pee when you're really spooked. Just like when we went to see ghost movie huh?" He says and laughs softly before he reaches up and ruffles the dog's ears and says, "Jace I'd like you to meet, Hicks. His dick tastes awesome, and he's also super cool." Sam motioning off into the darkness.

As Jace looks to where he's motioning he's squinting softly, his eyes have never been that great, especially in the darkness, and surely if something isn't moving. It's not until a set of pointy shining teeth suddenly emerge from the inky murk that he realizes they're not alone. His cheeks flush and he starts trying to stammer out some sort of apology or explanation. But soon there's an eruption of laughter around him as Sam and Hicks begin laughing together at his reaction.

A moment of enjoyment after the two start to fill Jace in on what he's missed. Not every little detail but he's starting to understand for sure. There's laughter all around, and Jace buys the three of them a round of drinks. After a couple of those Sam is starting to get a little sloppy again, and as he leans on Jace and takes a heavy sigh the dog knows for sure his friend is peeing his pants some more and shakes his head softly with a happy smile. Leaning in to give him a happy lick up the cheek. "Well I'm damn glad we got to know each other for sure. But we really should call it a night before this guy has more or he's going to start to get sick. And I'm already going to have a hard enough time getting him ready for bed.

"You're a good friend to him, I can tell." Hicks says as he looks at the two good friends and the closeness they share. He almost feels a little jealous even though he's just met Sam. Who is starting to doze out on his shoulder a little and says, "Yeah it looks like the cutie's had enough for sure. And I'm honestly starting to wind down too. Frankly after what he did to me, fffuuuu I'm ready to sleep for damn sure. Uhh where do you guys live?"

"Oh Sam lives over on Waterfront, which is odly four streets off of the water. But I'm up on Scout trail. How about you?" Jace answers.

"Ah shit, I'm up in the north area, you know near Lycanthro park? So I guess it wouldn't make too much sense to share a Ryde."

"Yeah guess not. So I'll go and call one for us if you want to call one too." Jace says and he shoves Sam up off of him and leans him back on Hicks instead. "You take care of him for a bit, I'm going to go take a piss real quick, and I swear that's all I'm gonna do. Not all of us can handle it like this guy does, hahh."

Not long after that's just what happens. Jace comes back from the bathroom, Hicks has Sam leaning against him and heading towards the front of the club and they both meet up just as they're about outside. Met with an air of smoke and vape from the club goers who stepped outside for one. And are heading to the curb. Jace shakes Hick's paw. Sam gives him a very long and lingering hug with ass grabs from both of them and promises of contacting soon. And with that the night at the club comes to a close and it's back to the homes.

Jace helps guide the drunken and exhausted Sam up into his home. Does his best job to help him change into a dry one, and off into his bed. A curious and devious look on Jace's face as he skims one off the stack in the cabinet for himself and he's heading out the door to get himself down to bed.

Well everyone thanks for reading. I really hope you enjoyed this. Please let me know if you have any comments or feedback. I'm awfully new this but it's been a lot of fun and I hope this may turn into more between the guys.