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Jamie's Night Out

Part 3

By Zrathie

Jamie ran the warm water over his fur. He was having a shower at Out of the Blue a fetish nightclub for furs with unconventional interests. Jamie had just been part of a public pants-wetting show. Not that he had been wearing pants but a one-piece boiler suit. A garment locked in place via a set of metal eyelets with a padlock treaded through them holding the outfit closed.

Jamie had been the second act. The first one was the lumberjack wolf named Dante. He fell victim to the timed lock on his padlock and the teasing words of Max the otter and Toby, the cougar. Dante had put on quite the show indeed. Jamie knew what was in store for him but what kept him around was David.

David was a dire wolf that Jamie knew. Apparently, he had organised for Jamie to have a wet performance tonight. The fox had got the wolf out of the shadows and onto the stage. Now that wolf was on the scene what part would he play? Jamie was going to find out.

It didn't take long for the fox to dress back into his street clothes. The black button up tee shirt and black slacks were much better than the plain white cotton boiler suit he had soaked not some munites before. He was eager to return to David out in the main bar. His vulpine cunning had made sure the dire wolf had primed his bladder full of fluid. All that was left was to enjoy the waterworks.

Jamie trotted out into the main bar. There were around sixty furs of various species. Foxes, wolves, otters, birds and even a couple of dragons made up the main demographic. The place was busy with many of the kinksters here for one thing and one thing only a wet dire wolf. The dire wolf himself was seated at the large glass top table where he had left him.

Max and Toby were seated at the table as well. As Jamie drew closer, he noticed that his accident had been mopped up and his seat had been replaced with another clean, dry perspex toped metal bar stool. Both the stool and table were designed to make sure the boiler suit victims couldn't hide a wet accident under the table.

Instead of the teasing Max and Toby were known for the pair sat silent. They must be intimidated by the dire wolf's hulking jet black form of masculine power. Jamie knew he was a gentle giant that only played the big bad wolf to ham it up. He was going to have to summon his dominant fox side and get the ball rolling. Jamie took his seat.

"Max, do you think David will keep his suit dry?" asked Jamie.

"I don't like his odds most furs wet themselves although some have made it. It's rare, but it does happen," said Max.

The dire wolf kept a neutral expression. He was seated on his bar stool with his large muscular thighs spread relatively wide apart. If he did need the visit the toilet, he wasn't showing yet.

Spying a half-full water jug on the table, Jamie had an idea. Jamie took the water jug and began to slowly pour water into an empty whisky glass that had been left on the table. The fox flicked his attention towards David and back to the glass. Soon it was full. Jamie placed the jug back on the table.

"Do you want a glass?" asked Jamie.

"No," said the dire wolf in a gruff voice.

Jamie bent forward and extended his flexible canine tongue. He lapped up the water from the glass. The loud slurping travelled across the room even with the background noise. After drinking a quarter of the glass of water, Jamie raised his head and licked his wet chops.

David studied Jamie with his blood red eyes.

"Oh... you're a natural at teasing," said Max and a smile appearing on the otter's muzzle.

"I think David is naughty. He's hiding his needs from us for sure," said Jamie.

Jamie stood up and walked around behind David. The fox crouched down and focused his attention on the massive foot paws of the dire wolf. He reached out with a smaller vulpine hand paw and caressed of the inner paw pad of one of David's dinner plate sized foot paws. The wolf didn't drop his poker face, but Jamie's vulpine eyes went wide. Jamie returned to his bar stool.

"Toby you're right," exclaimed Jamie.

"Told you!" said the cougar.

"Your paws are starting to get sweaty hon. Do you need to tinkle?" asked Jamie.

It was the weirdest sight the huge hulking dire wolf had an expression like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Jamie's own bladder need had been disclosed by sweaty foot paws. They declared his hidden need and now David was feeling the same pressure.

"The poor wolfie must be feeling it now," said Max.

"I'm the master of my bodily functions!" yelled David. He snarled loudly and flashed a full set of razor-sharp teeth.

This caused both Max and Toby the flinch but not Jamie. The fox kept his eyes locked on David.

"This rage is just a shit test. You put on the boiler suit to see if I'd stay. To see if I'd take charge. Well, I'm here, and you're not leaving until you're a piddle wolf." said Jamie.

David slapped the table top. "Don't call me piddle wolf." he snarled leaning forward right into Jamie's snout.

A sly smile appeared on Jamie's muzzle. "That's it. That's what you have to say to get out of your wetting. Say you're a piddle wolf and I'll get the boys to unlock you," said Jamie.

David's expression dropped, and he tucked his muzzle into his chest. Jamie knew he must have touched on something, a fantasy or desire that David had. Jamie's arousal came alive. That's what David wanted a slinky fox to dominate him.

"Don't you think I have forgotten that you haven't answered my question. Do you need to tinkle?" asked Jamie.

David ignored Jamie and looked right through him.

The fox sighed and rose to his foot paws again. He walked around behind David and stood with his back to him so that they were back to back. Jamie's bushy fox tail twitched. The white fluffy tail tip waved to and fro. Jamie took a step back until he was almost touching the dire wolf. Jamie ran the tip of his tail over the exposed and vulnerable paw pads of the dire wolf.

Both Max and Toby looked down to see what the fox was up too. The deliciously soft fur brushed over David's foot paws. The second swipe of the tail made David draw in a sharp breath. David's own tail was of no help it had folded itself over the bottom of the bar stool. Jamie brushed his tail back and forth over those rubbery paw pads. With each swipe, the dire wolf's calm demeanour was tested.

The metal chair creaked as David let forward. The wolf's lips smacked as he hurriedly closed his chops. Jamie dabbed the tip of his tail like a paintbrush in David's right foot paw. The wolf lifted the vulnerable paw off the metal rung of the bar stool and thrust it under the table out of reach of Jamie's teasing tail. This only left his other foot paw a target of opportunity. David gasped as the other foot paw got the same treatment.

David retreated his second leg under the table, so his legs were parallel to the floor. This made the dire wolf spread his legs wide open so that he could maintain balance on top of the bar stool. From David's panting, such a position was putting considerable strain on his bladder. Other patrons in the club were watching Jamie's antics with amused expressions, and some leaned in to make comments to one another.

Jamie kept his back turned, and he could hear David's laboured breathing and knew he was on to something. Over the next few minutes, the dire wolf's outstretched legs began to tremble forced out in their awkward position. Jamie had all the time he wanted his red and white fox tail twitched in anticipation. With a grown David's now trembling legs gave out and returned to the metal rung on the bar stool.

David's paws had a sheen of sweat now from his double efforts of keeping his suit dry and his sensitive paws away from Jamie's teasing tail. The exhale of relief caught in the massive wolf's throat. No sooner than his legs returned to a comfortable position his foot pads were brushed and rubbed but Jamie's teasing tail.

The wolf clamped his legs together tightly and pressed one-foot paw on top of the other to avoid the naughty, naughty tail. David doubled over on his seat as Jamie smacked his tail over the exposed pads. David gripped the glass table as he tried to compose himself. This sight delighted Max and Toby who were captivated by the now squirming wolf.

"Do you need to tinkle?" asked Jamie. His voice dripping with smugness.

"Yes," gasped David. His voice had lost the dominance and came out more like a plea.

Jamie withdrew his tail from the dire wolf's paw pads. "Do you hear that boy's piddle wolf needs to piddle."

"He needs something else judging by his boner," said Max.

Jamie spun around and took a look over the dire wolf's shoulder. Max was right. The thin cotton boiler suit wasn't doing anything to hide David's crotch. The now tight fabric was showing off the wolf's erection.

"Aww... I didn't know you liked my tail in that way," teased Jamie.

The dire wolf didn't answer.

Jamie returned to his bar stool. "That was a lot of effort to make you admit your needs," said Jamie.

"I think the big wolf is all shy about needing to tinkle," added Toby.

"David likes to watch those dressed in our special boiler suits squirm. It must be different on the receiving end. He knows how I love to tease. I've invited him to tease one of our visitors on one occasion, but he politely refused." said Max.

"What I really want to know is why you wanted to see me wet myself? So much so that you were willing to become a victim," asked Jamie.

The wolf eyed the fox with his blood red eyes. His expression softened. "I wanted to see a prim and propper fox give into his base needs," said David.

"I think you are leaving out the part where that fox turns the tables. Yes, that's why you are still here after my show," said Jamie.

Jamie stood up and walked around behind David again. As he stood back to back David flinched. He knew what was coming a bushy teasing fox tail targeting his big sensitive foot paws. David gulped as Jamie fanned air over the dire wolf's nervous foot paws. Jamie ran the tip of his tail up and down David's calves. He turned his muzzle around to catch David's reaction.

The bushy tail soothed the tension in David's legs. Jamie waited until he relaxed his posture before he struck. The sudden swipe of Jamie's tail made David tense up. Jamie attacked the rubbery paw pads with board strokes. He was making David tremble. With each swipe, the dire wolf's paw pads splayed open and balled shut.

"David, you should relax and just enjoy the touch of my tail," said Jamie.

David whimpered in response.

The metal chair creaked as David twisted on his seat. He huffed and puffed as he moved in awkward sharp movements. Jamie dabbed the tip of his tail in between David's toes paw. This was enough to make David lift both legs up parallel to the tabletop. He had to splay his legs open to avoid falling off the bar stool. The dire wolf shot his right hand paw down to his crotch and squeezed. He groaned and then began to pant.

"Having a touch a clutch?" asked Jamie.

"No!" said David.

"He must be trying to keep his suit dry," said Max

"He won't last long with your teasing tail," exclaimed Toby.

"Is my tail distracting you? Are my strokes making it harder to keep your potent wolf piss from flowing out of your sheath?" asked Jamie.

The other patrons in the club were watching on. They had their eyes of the dire wolf. Some of the brave ones were stroking their crotches or that of their partner. The show was heating up, and the sight didn't go unnoticed by David. He tucked his muzzle into his chin and tried to make himself smaller.

Jamie looked around the room but kept an ear turned towards David. Jamie could hear David's laboured breathing. The wolf was getting closer to letting go. The next few minutes dragged on for what seemed like hours. The dire wolf's outstretched legs in their awkward position trembled and shook. Jamie licked his chops. He knew David couldn't take much more without springing a leak. Not soon after David's quivering legs gave out and returned to the metal foot paw rod on the bar stool.

David's paws were dripping sweat betraying his efforts to keep dry. He moved the hand paw from his crotch. His boiler suit was still dry but for how long? David's foot pads were brushed and rubbed by Jamie's merciless teasing tail. Suddenly the dire wolf hopped off his bar stool and began to make his way through the room.

Jamie was after him. The room erupted in laughter at the sight of a dominant wolf running away. Instead of running for the shower room or bathroom. He was heading for another door. David pushed the bar and opened the fire door. Jamie rushed through before it closed. The pair found themselves in an alley. David grabbed his crotch and stopped for a moment before moving away from the club. He rounded a corner and came to a stop.

David turned to face Jamie. He spread his legs wide and let out a moan. Jamie had a front row seat for what happened next. A loud hissing sound came from David's crotch. A large section of the crotch of David's boiler suit went instantly translucent. The wolf's piss carving a path of destruction running down both of his legs.

Steam began to rise from the streaming piss current as it reacted with the chilly night air. Rivers flowed out from the leg holes and over his foot paws. A puddle of warm wolf piss formed under his teased foot paws. The steady stream continued for seemingly two whole minutes. The piddle grew larger and larger. The insides of the legs and a half moon shaped patch of the bottom of the boiler suit were soaked in piss. Jamie gasped he had no idea the dire wolf was such a heavy wetter.

The wet translucent material showed off David's hardening cock. The pinkish white flesh clung to the wet cloth. David reached up behind his neck, and the sound of tearing fabric sounded out in the alley. The dire wolf had torn open the boiler suit and was stripping nude. David took off the boiler suit and stepped out of the piss soaked pile of fabric.

"I could have made it, but your tail was much too ticklish. I nearly lost it that second time you teased me," said David.

Jamie gazed at David's proud maleness his cock was a pinkish white in colour quite thick with a bulbous canine knot at its base. It was the first time he had seen his friend's cock let alone hard.

"That's right Jamie you pushed my buttons real good." said the dire wolf following Jamie's gaze.

"Well your place or mine?" asked Jamie.

"Mine because I know a private way to get there," said David.

"Aren't you going back for your street clothes?" asked Jamie with a raised eyebrow.

"I've been a bad wolf. The rules are if I chicken out of a public wetting I have to wear the boiler suit home but being nude is a bit more discrete with my black fur," said David.

The wolf had a point the crisp white boiler suit did draw attention. The wolf must have wanted Jamie to see his wetting if he could have shredded his suit to escape at any time. Now, this was going to be a fun night. David stepped forward and huffed the air.

"You sure enjoyed the private show. Let's get out of here before someone turns up," said David.

Jamie adjusted his own erection no sense hiding his excitement. David lead the way. The pace was slow going because each time David had to duck behind cover when the headlights of a car approached. The dire wolf did get on a more secluded path once they were away from the main town. It took about half an hour, but the pair arrived at what Jamie assumed was his home.

The house was made of bricks, and it had a tiled room. Jamie was about to ask how they were meant to get in when David lifted a plant pot on his stoop to reveal a key placed under it. The dire wolf opened his door and beckoned for Jamie to come inside. It was the best night out for Jamie for a long time.