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"I'm a bit nervous, to be honest", Otis mumbled to his friend.

The golden-brown fox was sitting down, fiddling with his latex stockings. The pleasant odor of rubber filled the air he was breathing in, almost calling him to put them on.

"Heh, that's alright, you're not the only one", Sean chuckled and tapped his friend on the shoulder. "If we don't feel comfortable, we'll just leave whenever, alright?" The indigo dragon continued.

"Yeah... yeah, alright", Otis nodded.

He made the decision to pack his stockings along with his black leather harness. They would look good together. Now, should he pack his skimpy shorts? Maybe his jockstrap? The info of the underground pup-centered party said it would allow even the most revealing clothes. Sean noticed the fox's hesitation, nonchalantly picked the jockstrap and quickly stuffed it into the canid's backpack.

"I'd rather see you without anything on, but let's at least start with these!" The dragon winked and waved his thick, long tail excitedly.

"I don't have good enough of a butt to show it off in just jockstraps!"

"Oh, don't you dare! Who knows, maybe you'll even catch someone's eye. Maybe even more than just one pup wants to give it a test", Sean let his voice fade suggestively.

"And how about you then? Ready to be on the floor, on your fours, pleasing all the guys available?" Otis put out his tongue.

"I would never!" Sean theatrically raised his paw to his chest. "Such deviancy!"

The fox chuckled. "Pack your leather and your hood and stop acting."

"Do you have the address?" Sean asked while packing his black neoprene pup hood with a dark purple muzzle and brow.

"Yup. It's not too long of a distance either. We'll walk there", Otis said.

"It's the first time for the both of us. We'll be together all the time we are there, sweetheart", the dragon smiled reassuringly. "I can't wait to parade you around on a leash, showing my cute pup to everyone."

The fox blushed visibly, letting out a barely audible whimper. He really did enjoy when his handler showed dominance on him, walking him around in a leash, treating him like the good pup he can be. They were a couple outside the whole pup-scene, but while in it, things were different somehow. As if more free or less restricted. In a way he, as his master's pup, could let go of his worries, let go of the mundane life and just live in the moment. Even though this would be the first time he'd be in a semi-public party where he didn't know anyone, he had experienced the freedom -as he put it - before. Whether it was just him and his master, or a close-knit group of friends, it didn't matter. He could be someone else in a way, just let someone else be responsible of him. Life doesn't have to be so serious, right? Just bark, roll around, play with other pups, just have fun. Maybe that is a part of the so called 'pup-space' he had heard of before.

"Earth calls for the moon; let's go!" Sean put out his tongue.

"Dork", Otis rolled his eyes.

The two made their way out to the busy streets, disappearing into the moving mass of pedestrians, cyclists and cars. Otis felt relieved even, nobody paid any attention to him and so he felt at peace.

"God, I wish I could put the hood on already!" Sean exclaimed.

"Oh don't you dare! Not here!" Otis shushed him.

"Do you think people would really care? Maybe, if we went to them and barked!"

"You're such a brat, you know."

"And that's why you like me so much", Sean flashed his toothy grin.

"Is it? That's news to me", Otis flashed a cheap imitation of the dragon's smile back.

"You know what I really like about your hood?" Sean asked, this time with a warm, friendly smile.

"I was going to respond with something witty, but actually do tell", the fox put out his tongue.

"You know I've always liked your eyes. When you put your hood on, they are the one thing that stands out. They're so beautiful, so soft and tender - mesmerizing", Sean admitted with a slight blush.

"Sean... you're so sweet. I wouldn't be doing this without you, absolutely not. It's very scary to just immerse yourself this deep into a new scene. I'm glad I have someone to drag my butt out!" Otis smiled and blew a kiss on the dragon's cheek.

"About that, how close are we?" Sean asked, with a still visible blush.

"Not far actually. We should see the place once we turn around the next corner."

"Eep! I want to drink, dance and wag my tail."

"Maybe raise it..."

"Otis!"

"Just a suggestion!"

The pair of two 'undercover' pups turned to an empty looking street, with no pedestrians and only a few parked cars on the side of the road. No flashing lights from a bar window, no deep bass rumbling in the air, no lit-up signs - where's the pub?

"Umm? Did we take a wrong turn?" Sean looked at Otis, then around himself.

"No, this should be the street." Otis furrowed his brow and dug up his phone to check.

"What was the name of the place again?"

"Pub Parched Philosopher", Otis muttered, concentrated on his screen.

"Such a weird name. Anyway...", the indigo dragon shook his head.

"Yup, this street. According to Maps, it should be right ahead of us", Otis slid his phone back to his pocket and walked forward.

They were in the older part of the town, so nothing special caught the eyes of the fox. It was only when he passed an inconspicuous poster, he realized that the very ordinary looking street side building was the pub. On the beige stone wall, there was a poster with a picture of a person dressed in black rubber and a puppyhood, encouraging the viewer to 'come inside and a have a sniff'.

"We're here then!" Sean confirmed the obvious.

"Before going in, can I take a moment to just prepare a bit?" The fox asked, nervously playing with his paws.

"Sweetie, of course. There's no need to worry! If we, you or I don't like it, we'll leave, okay?" Sean gave a hug to his nervous canid.

"How's my fur? Is it alright? It's not tangled, right?" Otis blurted out.

It was a habit of his, to start worrying about arbitrary things when he was nervous or anxious; Sean knew this very well.

"You look excellent, lovey. When we get in and dressed up, you'll turn so many heads", the dragon smiled. "It's going to be a new, interesting experience. It's worth finding out what it's like."

"Okay", Otis took a deep breath. "Let's jump in."

With a mutual agreement, they opened the brown, wooden door. A cloakroom few stairs up was revealed to them, in this dimly, but warmly lit entryway. The golden-brown fox felt his heartbeat increasing, as the stepped inside. He could hear some noises, gentle chatter and some laughs. As they got up the stairs, he noticed just how comfortable the place looked like. Light stone and wood seemed to be the theme, something he didn't expect.

"Hello there! Are you coming to the kink-night?" An avian possibly around his late thirties chimed from behind his desk.

"Woof!" Sean barked and nudged Otis.

The fox nodded and let out a soft rumble.

"I see! Two good boys, eh?"

"Oh, he is!" Sean pat Otis' head.

"And you? Hopefully housetrained?" The avian chuckled.

"Unless you tell me otherwise", Sean smiled coyly

"My~ The entrance fee is ten bucks and the changing room is past me, down the corridor and to the right. The bar and dance floor are to the left, down the stairs", the avian paused for a bit and let a sly smile on his beak "the darkroom for not so good boys is one floor below the bar and dance floor, take the spiral staircase down."

"A darkroom?" Otis asked, with raised eyebrows.

"Something we didn't include in the poster. Have fun there as well", the avian winked at the fox.

"A darkroom? Didn't expect that", Sean said, handing out the money.

"I wonder how it is like", Otis mumbled.

The pair passed the sly avian and headed to the changing room. The stony hallway with an arched ceiling went furthermore against their expectations of the pub. In their mind, it would've been a bit shady looking, literal underground club with everything usually attributed to such. As they got to the changing room, Sean didn't waste time. As soon as the they stepped in, the dragon let his jeans fall, revealing a jockstrap packing his goods nice and tight. God, he looked good in them, Otis thought to himself. Something he had seen multiple times before, but it still didn't cease to excite him. Sean's big tail rested comfortably on his round butt, going down on the floor and drawing Otis' gaze on the dragon's well defined, muscular legs. The indigo scales seemed to almost glimmer in the soft light of the room. Digging his backpack, he put on his leather vest, tight leather pants and arm bands. With the puphood, he always needed help; his horns were difficult to guide through the holes specifically placed for him in the hood. Otis however seemed to have a difficult time gathering the courage to put on his revealing outfit. Sean had encouraged him into it, but now he started to have second thoughts. What if people would laugh at him, what if he was severely underdressed? Sean had a more covering outfit on, should he have one as well?

"Do you think the latex stockings are too much?" Otis asked, while holding the pair in his paws.

"What? No! Absolutely not! Please put them on; you'll look gorgeous!" Sean protested and blew a kiss on the fox's muzzle.

"Are you sure?" Otis asked again.

"Sweetie, I will be so proud to have you on my leash regardless. I won't press you into anything, but I know you will look good in them. With or without, I think you're sexy. With or without, so will all the others."

Otis stopped fidgeting for a moment, looked at Sean and pulled on his latex. "You better keep me close then!"

"Of course. Close enough for you to put on your shorts and harness as well?" Sean put his tongue out.

Again, Otis stopped. He looked into his bag and sighed.

"You know what? They have a darkroom, and everything here, so there probably isn't any issue on wearing revealing stuff. If I end up not enjoying this all, it will be a one-time thing for me. So, I'll put all in", the fox declared with a surprising certainty in his voice. "Stockings, jockstraps, harness, collar and my hood."

"That's all you'll be wearing?" Sean asked, the tight leather pants doing their best to keep his excitement down.

"For this evening, yes. You want a good show pup, and I can choose to never attend again. Let's dive right fucking in", Otis nodded.

Sean was bewildered by this sudden 180, but he wasn't going to protest! He loved to see the fox's sudden determination and self-esteem, and he would certainly love to see him so scantily clad. He followed with a keen gaze as Otis undressed himself, showing off his firm butt, his sheath with a bit of his tip showing. It was a shame the jockstrap would cover the front, but fortunately he and possibly others could appreciate the behind...

As the door of the changing room opened, two pups marched out dressed and mostly undressed to kill. Otis had his black hood on with a pink brow and muzzle, collar from which a leash was tightly held by Sean, rubber harness, tight black jockstrap and a pair of latex stockings. They were going to own the night.

Walking back to the cloakroom, there were people talking to the avian. Their heads rose and the sight of Sean and Otis sent their tongues wagging. Sean, being the sly 'dog' he was, barked loudly at them and tugged the leash. Otis winked at the two furs following them with their eyes and even let out a gentle woof himself.

"Damn, you're playing 'ruff', aren't you? Enjoy the night", the avian grinned.

When passing the furs and the avian, Otis feeling the powering emotion of anonymity per his hood, raised his tail just slightly to tease the people he knew would be checking them out. He heard a quiet "damn" whispered out. Chuckling to himself and hearing the content rumble from the dragon, they descended to the bar.

"Fuck me sideways", Sean rumbled.

The bar was filled with puppies, people with rubber and gas masks, some people with exotic jackal masks, even a few people with horseplay gear. As they walked in, some people definitely noticed Otis and his proud handler. They hadn't noticed the music before, but the bar did play some electronic, underground fitting songs. Through their hoods, they heard the muffled sounds coming from the dance floor beyond the bar. As more heads were turned, Sean placed his paw on Otis' muzzle and 'gave him a kiss'. A clear signal to the onlookers; the cute fox was his.

"Look how they are looking at you. I knew you would turn some heads; you're fucking gorgeous!" Sean smiled underneath his hood.

"Heh, I guess you were right then. Care for a drink?" Otis pointed to the counter.

"Do I ever say no?" Sean chuckled and pulled the fox with him.

After ordering their drinks, they sat down on a corner seat, close to another group of pups. They had noticed Sean and Otis entering and weren't shy to get closer.

"Ruff!" A pup with a blue-black hood barked out, turning his head around innocently.

"Woof!" Sean and Otis responded, simultaneously.

"Seems that you've got a nice catch right there", the same pup pointed out, partly to Sean, partly to his group. They seemed to agree, barking and gently growling.

"He's a trophy to show off. Imagine, he almost decided to cover himself up!" Sean put up an exaggerated frown.

"Awww, is he a bit shy? Is it okay to pet him?" the pup asked from Sean.

Looking at the fox, Sean let him decide for himself. Apparently, the new-found confidence hadn't disappeared, and the fox let out a happy murr.

"Who's a good boy? Who is? Is it you?" The pup scratched Otis' chin and head. "So cute and friendly! No wonder you've got yourself a handsome handler."

Sean let out a deep, seductive sounding growl. "I guess you're quite a good boy as well. This your pack?" He pointed out to the rest.

"You could say so. We're all happy puppers."

"Are you guys possibly new here?" Another pup chimed in, one with a grey pup hood.

"Yes, actually! It's our first time in a public setting like this." Sean responded and pet Otis.

"That's great! It's amazing you decided to come and be so open", the pup waved his tail excitedly and pointed at Otis.

"Do enjoy it all. First time is always special. Immersing yourself into something so out of the ordinary like this is something you'll definitely remember", the first pup noted and gave another barrage of scratches to Otis.

"Will try our best. I was a bit intimidated at first maybe, but so far so good!" Otis joined in.

"You're already doing so well. I mean, we are complete strangers to you, say only connected by a hobby I guess you could call it. Some people rather want to sit in some quieter corner and spend time with the people they know. Nothing wrong with that either!" the second pup commented and continued "but it's great to see you being so confident."

"I'm blushing!" Otis yelped.

"Isn't he just adorable", Sean said and hugged his pup.

"We were actually going to go dancing. Want to come with us?" A third pup barked in the back.

"Dancing?" Sean almost jumped up from his seat.

"Yeah! We want to see you move that thick tail to the beat!" A fourth from the group chuckled.

"Oh murr, maybe you can grind yours against me?" Sean winked.

"Come and find out", the fourth pup growled.

Turning to Otis, Sean raised his eyebrows underneath his hood. "Think you want to go?"

Looking at the group of excited, fellow pups, Otis didn't have to think too long.

"Keep a good hold of the leash or someone might take me with them."

"Already thinking about group fun, eh? Typical", Sean tugged the leash playfully.

"You can't tell me you're not into that", Otis winked at the dragon.

"A bit of a brattish pup, huh? Love it", the first pup chuckled.

"Take your drinks and let's go!" One of the group of pups yelled cheerfully.

The group that had now grown into six pups, all stood up and in unison headed to the dance floor. Rubber, leather, neoprene, spandex; Sean was admiring the dedication that the recently met pups had put into their outfits. Looking around the bar, they weren't the only ones donning on their best.

As they got to the dance floor, the beat of the bass was undeniable. There were already others dancing and waving themselves to the rhythm. The pups Sean and Otis had gotten to know, spread out to dance. The first pup though, stayed with the fox and the dragon. Surrendering himself to the beat, Otis let his body free to dance.

"I'm Karl, by the way", the pup with the blue-black hood yelled over the music.

"Sean, glad to meet you", Sean yelled back and waived the leash "and Otis."

"How long have you've been his handler?"

"Ever since I met him a few years ago. But in the pup-scene sense, we got into this roughly half a year ago."

"Ah! I get it. You seemed to go well together."

"Heh, I guess it is obvious."

"The way you look at each other, it reveals a lot. He's in good paws, I bet that muscle isn't just for show."

"'Look but do not touch' does not apply to me. Even though we are together, we're semi-open", Sean hinted.

"Oh~ I guess I could consider myself lucky, then?" Karl got closer to Sean.

"I guess you could say that. Interested in some fun?" The dragon took the chance to let his tail touch Karl's thigh.

"You know, in a bit, you could take your pup and I could take some of my friends and we could go one floor down..." Karl let his paw wander on Sean's chest.

"But that place is only for the naughty pups!" Sean gasped theatrically.

"And you're saying you aren't?"

"Caught me."

"I'll go and ask my friends. See you in a bit, scalepup", Karl winked.

Sean smiled under his hood and got back to dancing. It seemed like the night could turn out a lot more exciting than even he thought. Waving his body do the electronic music, he let himself free. Enjoying the vibrations of the strong bass passing through him, he could drop all his worries. He felt like he was somewhere, where he belonged. All the preparation, tension, partial worry - it all went down the drain. Laughing to himself, he really did experience a sort of euphoria. Looking at Otis, it was clear he was enjoying himself as well. The fox had a feminine trait to the way he moved and danced. That lean body was right at home in the strobing lights, the music and other dancing people.

Otis' worries, fears and anxiousness had by now faded away. He just wanted to enjoy the night to the fullest. The worst-case scenario he had rolled around in his head hadn't happened; everything had gone well. The other pups had been so lovely to him and to Sean, they had taken the two of them seriously and welcomed them right in. With his dragon by his side as well, he felt safe. He felt like he was someone else. Not Otis, not really, but another pup waving his tail around.

"Hey, enjoying your night?" Sean got close to Otis.

"You bet! It's amazing!" Otis placed his paws on Sean's shoulders.

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. I'm also glad to see your amazing butt waving around!"

"You like my butt no matter if it was moving or not!" Otis chuckled.

"I guess I have to admit - I'm a pervert. But I don't seem to be the only one", Sean rumbled.

"Hmmh? What do you mean?" Otis asked, a bit confused.

"I told you, you would raise some heads. One of the pup-guys asked if we'd want to have some... communal fun with them", Sean explained and gave a squeeze to Otis' butt.

"Wait... and you're the one who told me earlier that I'm always dreaming about group fun!" Otis playfully bumped the dragon.

"Well..." Sean snickered.

"You brat. I guess you're going to be taking some cock then", Otis would've put out his tongue, if the hood wasn't on the way.

"Unless we are going to share you", Sean pulled the fox closer.

"Share me? Really?" Otis asked, looking Sean in the eyes.

"I will not pressure you. It's completely up to you. And you make sure to tell me if they try to get too friendly, and you don't want it", the dragon gently held the fox in his arms.

Stopping to think for a moment, Otis let his thoughts run through again. Lot's of doubts filled his head. But... why couldn't he try it? He could stop whenever he wanted to. He's gone this far, and he's enjoyed it. The other pups certainly seemed to like him.

"Don't double penetrate me and I'll be fine", Otis growled softly.

"You're a beast, Otis", Sean smiled and gave a gentle squeeze to the fox's balls.

The dragon quickly glanced back at the direction Karl had went. Coincidentally, he was doing just the same, along with his friends. Sean grinned underneath his hood and nodded. Catching the message, Karl's tail visibly wagged and he turned back to talk with his friends.

"Let's go and reserve ourselves a good spot", Sean snickered and gently grabbed Otis' paw.

The two equally eager pups made their way to the spiral staircase, disappearing from the group of beat-obeying people. Even though the music could still be very well heard, as they descended to the darkroom, they noticed the change in the atmosphere. The air was calmer but somehow more electric, more charged than it was above. Of course, the smells were different as well and one could easily make out what was happening down there. Otis noticed how there were defined areas with black curtains covering those 'getting their rocks off', as well as open areas where everything was visible. The lighting was very dim, enough still to see most, but one really had to concentrate on it. There were benches, tables covered with plastic sheets, a wall where someone could be put in restraints, a spot with hooks on the ceiling, probably for shibari and such - it was stunning. Surprisingly though, there weren't a whole lot of people, at least yet.

"Oh wow", Sean mumbled as he saw a group having fun with a latex-covered pup in a swing.

"Oh fuck", Otis gasped as he felt his jockstrap getting tighter.

Even amidst all the other scents, Sean still recognized the one familiar to him.

"Oh, I see. Eager to get started, huh?" Sean teased the fox.

"I... yeah", the fox nodded.

"Let's get ourselves a nice spot, maybe behind those curtains", Sean said and still holding Otis' paw, guided him forward.

Entering the defined space for those not wishing to be completely out in the open, Sean pushed Otis gently against a table. The fox let out a quiet whimper and placed his paws on his handler's chest.

"If at any point you feel uncomfortable or like you want to quit, tell me. Or if your mouth happens to be occupied, knock on the table", Sean said, with a more serious tone.

He needed to take care of _his_pup; he needed to know if anything felt off to Otis. Perhaps not fully realizing it, he was enveloped by more protective, care-taking instincts. He was responsible for Otis, as he was the handler and master. It was a responsibility and a trust between them two he would not ruin.

"I will, sweetheart", Otis responded, maybe a bit surprised with the sudden weighty tone.

Nodding, Sean laid his paws on Otis, rubbing his chest and brushing them over his nipples. It elicited further whimpers from the canid. Chuckling, the dragon pushed his leg against Otis' thigh, rubbing it against the growing bulge. The fox was visibly holding back audible moans and that Sean couldn't have. He gave the bulge a squeeze while simultaneously doing the same to his rear.

"A-ah", Otis took hold of Sean's shoulders.

The devious dragon knew him well.

"Touch me", Sean commanded.

Otis lowered his paws on the dragon's crotch and damn, he could feel the thick length and emanating heat the leather pants held inside. Giving it a squeeze made the dragon twitch and rose a snicker on the fox's lips. He dropped to his knees and pressed his nuzzle against it gently. He could smell the leather, the seductive scent of it. Not willing to wait, he unbuttoned them and watched as they fell, revealing Sean's malehood slipping out of his jockstrap. He could smell the manly scent of his master - intoxicating. Teasingly slow, he pulled them down, making sure to stop at points to cause Sean to growl in anticipation.

"So needy, eh?" Otis teased him.

"Your muzzle seems to be needlessly empty", Sean shot back.

Chuckling, the fox finally released the dragon, letting the length jump up and hit the muzzle of his hood. Sean growled, feeling the tight hold gone at last. Grabbing it, he gave the fox's hood a few taps with his malehood.

"Open up", Sean rumbled, pushing his cock against the fox's lips.

Otis gave the tip a lick, to again make Sean twitch. He cupped his round, heavy balls and gently squeezed them. It made the dragon tremble a bit and to amplify it, Otis took the full length into his maw, rolling his tongue around the tip, the shaft and the base, while still squeezing the scaly balls.

"Fuck me", Sean whispered and let his head drop back.

"That can probably be arranged", Otis withdrew his head back just to be a brat.

"Get back to work", Sean chuckled and pulled the fox's maw back to please his throbbing cock.

"It sounds like you know just how to handle him", Karl spoke from behind the curtain.

"Dominance is what you need with him for sure", Sean rumbled back.

"There's a power in groups", Karl chuckled and entered with his pack.

"A whole lot more for you to please", Sean smiled.

Otis withdrew from his master's length and looked around. Four pups, all undressing themselves, presented in front of him. Scales, fur and feathers and four hard cocks, all ready for him.

"My, my, aren't we eager", Otis grinned.

The air was filled with many more individual, delicious scents as the four guys stepped in. Otis didn't waste time and grabbed two in his paws, jerking them off, while letting another pup press his cock into his muzzle. Growling and holding the fox's head, the reptile fucked his muzzle. Whimpering and gulping, Otis did his best to please the pups who all so eagerly wanted a piece of him. From the corner of his eye, he saw Karl grabbing his master's length, admiring the girth. It didn't take too long for the pup to press his own malehood against Sean's, frotting the two.

The middle pup pulled his cock out of Otis' maw, letting him catch some air, before one of the two he was jerking off, took his friend's place. Signaling with his paw, he asked the left over one to step closer as well, so he could please them both. The canine guy he was sucking off, was a challenge for him. He wasn't as long as he was thick, and the fox found it difficult to wrap his warm maw around it. Still, by the sound of it, the guy was nothing but enjoying it. Taking a brief look to the side would've made Otis smile, if his mouth wasn't full; Sean had actually gotten on his knees to suck Karl off. His cock sank deep in the dragon's maw and Sean was even pulling him deeper by his hips.

Suddenly, the pup who was in his mouth, pulled out. With a questioning look in his eyes, Otis looked at the three pups in front him.

"I think we are all pretty much lubed up!" One of them said to him.

"Will you be a good boy and raise your tail for us?" Another one asked Otis.

The fox responded with an obedient nod and a whimper. He got up from the floor and walked to the table, bending over. He raised his tail slowly and waived it around, showing his hole to the guys.

"Now there's a price...", Karl growled.

Otis looked back as the thick canine guy stroked some extra lube on his length. He let out a squeak; he knew he would feel quite full.

Sean looked at it all with a wide grin underneath his hood. Otis seemed to do great and had let go of all the worries that had initially plagued him. He looked at the canine's width, teasing the fox's opening. Damn, Otis wouldn't be able to stay quiet with him.

"Fuck!" Otis whimpered, as he felt the pup enter him.

The canine chuckled, as he pressed himself deeper. He could feel the warmth and tightness of the fox. Growls came from deep with in him, as he began thrusting himself into the trophy laid out for him. He could feel how the fox squeezed himself around his cock. The sounds of his thrusting made it clear what was happening behind the black curtains. Otis moaned and whimpered, leaking into his jockstrap. The pup fucking him seemed to be able to find just the right spot. The scent of his excitement was strong and filled the space they were in.

He felt a tap on his muzzle and saw how Karl had laid his cock in front of him.

"Suck on it, pup", Karl snickered.

Eager, Otis opened his maw for the pup and quickly received the warm flesh inside him. The simple thought of being spitroasted only increased the flow of pre down his own length. The thrusts from both ends felt so strong. Karl's cock reached all the way down to his throat and he had to concentrate on not gagging.

"Look's like your master is having fun as well", Karl said amidst his growls and sighs.

Otis couldn't turn his head, but he heard Sean's growls and some powerful thrusts. On the top or on the bottom, he thought to himself, before he felt the canine turn him around.

"Eep!" The sound escaped from Otis' maw as he was turned on his back.

He raised his head and saw the canine-pup wink at him. He was stroking his cock and huffing.

"Going to cover me, big boy?" Otis asked with a smooth voice.

"Just leaving something for you to remember me by", the pup answered, with a deep growl.

"Mark me then", Otis stroked his fur.

He heard another deep growl and felt the warm, thick load landing on his fur. The smell of the canine's cum made its way to Otis and fuck he enjoyed it! He enjoyed being marked by another man, as much as it made him blush. He felt another jet land on his thigh and jockstrap, slowly dripping down.

"Your turn, Karl", the canine huffed.

"Can you take another one?" Karl asked, walking from behind the canine.

"Yes! Please, use me!" Otis yelled out.

"You just got to love him", Karl mentioned to someone.

Right after, Otis felt another warm cock pushing in him. He had been stretched wide open by the earlier pup and Karl seemed to just sink in. Moaning and grabbing the plastic sheet on the table, Otis lifted his legs on Karl's shoulders. He felt as the pup sank himself balls-deep in his used hole, he heard as the guy sighed contently. Karl did not ignore the fox's need and lowered his jockstrap enough to grab his throbbing member.

"Oh, fuck! Thank you, sir!" Otis moaned.

The touch he felt was so good. He could tell he was leaking on Karl's paw; his cock was so wet with his own excitement. Everything felt so surreal at this point. Karl's member was brushing his insides, hitting his inner walls. He tried to squeeze his hole tight but was unable to. He felt so used, in a good way. Karl's paw kept a good hold of his member, stroking it in rhythm to his thrusts.

"The fox is a damn fountain", someone chuckled from a distance.

Karl bend forward and growled in the fox's ear. He was owning the smaller canid, by the permission of Sean. The dragon and stroking himself, next to Otis and the poor fox didn't even notice.

"Give him a good pounding", Sean said to Karl, who obeyed.

Rutting the canid, Karl rested his head on Otis' chest, just to catch a breath.

"I... I'm really close", Otis uttered out.

He could barely catch a breath in between moans.

"Oh, I was just about to say the same", Karl growled. "Your ass is amazing."

"You want to fill it up, don't you?" Otis moaned.

"Oh, you bet I do." Karl snarled.

"Make me carry your seed", Otis pulled the pup closer with his legs.

"Fuck... fuck, boy!", Karl yelled out.

"Leave it deep inside me!", Otis moaned out one last time, before he felt his own member erupt, shooting jets of cum on him.

He felt something warm fill him, push against his inner walls even more than Karl's member did. The pressure alone felt like it forced more of his own seed out of him. His fur felt so wet and he felt how his seed ran down to the table.

"Fucking hell", Karl panted, his cock still in the fox.

"Told you he was good", Sean said and chuckled.

Otis lifted his head a bit and, in his daze, he noticed he was surrounded by the group of pups that joined them in the darkroom. They, along with Sean had been jerking themselves off and released themselves on Otis. Smiling underneath his hood, he let his head fall back down. He was going to need a breather.

"Thank you for an amazing night", Karl smiled, now with his hood off.

The canid gave a hug to Otis and then to Sean.

"Well, I think I should thank you. He should be satisfied for a while", Sean put out his tongue to Otis.

"For a while", Otis smiled.

"Hopefully you don't have a long walk home. Don't want the stuff to leak out from you in the middle of the street", Karl snickered and a few of his friends laughed.

"What, you didn't use a plug?" Otis pretended to be flabbergasted.

"Remind him about it the next time", the canine-pup smirked.

"Hopefully we'll see you again at some point", Sean smiled, while they were walking down the steps leading outside.

"Absolutely. We'll keep in touch. Better get those plastic sheets", on of the pups waived.

"You betcha", Sean chuckled and let the door close behind them.

Otis was exhausted and quite rightly so. His mind was a fuzz and most of all, he wanted to go to bed. He was glad he had gone through this experience. His worst fears turned out to be in vain; after all of this, he didn't feel shame or anxiety. Instead, he felt confident with what he had gone out to do. It was a good prize for something he initially felt so conflicted about. It had been so hard for him, to throw himself in to that scene. The people he had met took him well - figuratively and quite literally. They had treated him as a 'part of the pack', like an old friend. He was left with a feeling of unity, of solidarity. It furthermore proved to him, that even strangers can have an odd bond between them. Maybe that is what pup-play is about? It's about having fun together, regardless the context. It's about not taking everything so seriously and releasing that inner pup so many have inside them. It's about loving who you are and it's about being someone else for a fleeing moment. It's about diving into something unknown and coming back up one more experience richer.