Black, Black, Heart...
Black, Black, Heart...
This story graphically describes sexual acts between anthropomorphic males. It also includes coerced sex, asphyxiation, drug use, and other assorted strangeness (including a healthy dose of preoccupation with a beating heart). If this isn't your thing, you'll probably not be serving your own best interest by reading further. Not for readers below the legal age in their places of residence, but really... who's going to know? Comments to [WolfeByte](%5C), or just click the 'Read/post comments' link at the end, and leave some feed back.
With thanks to GlenSkunk, for the inspiration.
"Welcome to the Club, Sexy-dog," said Muriel, to the slight, sexy canine beside him. The 'yote looked doubtful. "Go pick up something at the bar, and I'll catch up to you in a bit... Gotta go smooze up to the boss for the VIP passes."
The young coyote looked up at Muriel with uncertainty and fear in his eyes. And his scent. Muriel took a deep sniff, the faint traces of the smaller dog's fear making him swell slightly in his pants. He reached down and pinched Adam's ass, then gave it a slap, causing the young 'yote to yelp. "Go on, you'll be fine..."
"Uh... Okay, Mur, catch you in a bit, okay?" The big wolf winked at him, and disappeared into the crowd of The Heart.
What kind of name was "The Heart" for an uber-exclusive club anyway? Adam wasn't a big fan of clubs, even exclusive ones. The music was always too loud, rarely of a kind he liked, and the smoke always too thick. He looked around at all the other beasts that crowded the club. They seemed to be having a good time despite those things. Come to think of it, the smoke smelled pretty good... More like incense than tobacco, and quite intoxicating really. Already he could feel his pulse quicken from the airborne stimulant, his heart beat faster in time to the music. Or was that just the music, pulsing through his chest, with the rhythm of a heart?
Maybe there were reasons for the name...
Adam couldn't believe Mur had convinced him to where this outfit either... if you could call it an 'outfit'. Black leather collar, no shirt, and severely torn pants - more like strips of fabric meant to barely conceal the naked fur - made of some shiny black material that caught the flashing lights of the dance floor, but seemed to create a complete void in the blue-violet glow of the black lights. The waist band and the tail-ring fit snugly around his body, but the rest of the garment just fluttered loosely around his anatomy - when Muriel had pinched his ass, it wasn't hindered by cloth, and Adam was sure the other beasts could likely see his balls when he walked as well....
He walked towards the bar. People did seem to be looking at him a lot, staring even. He found himself feeling self-conscious, and walking kinda stiff-legged to reduce the amount of fur exposed by the pants. He enjoyed knowing he was attractive to others, both men and women, and knew he was, but he wasn't used to this kind of attention. Was he really that much of a catch, in a crowd this large? His heart seemed to pound in his ears, and his cock even stiffened and partly pushed out of his sheathe - something that didn't happen to him much when he was nervous.
"Must be more fucking Rut* in this smoke than I thought..." The 'yote muttered to himself as he slipped into a free spot at the bar, between two larger beasts.
"Wha' kin oi getcha, darlin'?" The big bear behind the bar asked, bringing his head close down to Adam's level. The 'yotes heart skipped a beat. The big grizzly wore a patch over one eye, with a disturbing image of in impaled heart emblazoned on it in red and silver. Coupled with the ursine's big toothy grin gave quite the unsettling impression.
"Uh... I'll have a - Ah, shit!"
"Don' thin oi've eveh erd o' that un, but ya tell ol' Bruddah wuz innit an' oi'm shur oi kin ma' it!"
With the blood pounding in his ears, the canine had more trouble than usual groking the bruin. "Huh? Uh, no! I just remembered, I don't have my wallet with me... Mur never gave me any money..." Adam averted his eyes, and laid his ears back.
"Heya, Cutie! Nice collar... You open to me buying you a drink?" Adam felt a big paw fall on his shoulder and give a friendly squeeze. Adam looked up at the big beast on his left who was grinning at him, showing a muzzle full of feline teeth.
Wow, thought the coyote, his heart pounding blood into his flushed skin, his ears show pink.
The lion continued, "You can have a check first, if you like... no pressure." The big cat rubbed his free paw up the noticeable bulge in his leather slacks, his groin just below the coyote's muzzle.
Adam felt faint, his heart forcing blood too quickly towards his brain. He listed beneath the huge cats paw, and the beast on the other side of him, a large hyena, reached out a supportive paw. "I think we gotta virgin sacrifice here, Brother... I'll buy him a drink too. He'll need it." Adam felt a paw slide from his shoulder to his chest, over where his stimulant-frenzied heart beat against his chest. His vision seemed cloudy, and he seemed to be hearing everything over the roar of a river in his head. His cock was rigid and erect, throbbing against his fly. "Oh, yeah, he'll need it..."
The paw moved up to his chin and pulled his muzzle open. Cold, burning liquid flooded his mouth and he sputtered as it hit his throat. He choked and gagged as his muzzle was forced closed, but managed to swallow what wasn't forced into his nasal passages to drip from his nose. Things went black, as his heart pounded insanely, seeming to vibrate his entire being.
Then, seemingly just as suddenly, his vision cleared and the sound in his ears faded. "...-ck his corpse!" was all he heard whispered from above him, before the two big males burst into rowdy laughter. He was sitting on his knees between the two huge beasts, staring at the lion's sandaled feet. Even his feet are sexy as hell, Adam thought. His sinuses and throat burned with the familiar sensation of drinking too strong of alcohol, and his lungs heaved to supply him with clean air. His heart was still trotting rapidly, but it didn't seem likely to kill him. His cock was slick with precum, and pulsed in time to his heart.
The lion moved his foot across, and rubbed the concealed length of Adam's cock, and the 'yote humped instinctively against the feline's paw. The big cat laughed again, "Wow, we do got a hot little beast here, eh?" Apparently the Rut was still in full force - Adam had never felt so aroused and desperate, and his heart continued to beat rapidly. He wasn't capable of thinking very straight, but could swear it was increasing in speed yet again, the blood coursing through his veins making him feel flushed and his cock throb painfully.
The lion turned away.
"Ups-a-daisy, sexy..." Adam felt himself hoisted into the air, the hyena's arm wrapping around his chest and pulling him against the big beast's body. He could feel the hyena's stiffness rub against his ass as they followed the lion through the club. He wriggled back against it, wishing nothing more than the have the big beast fuck him right there. "Now, now, puppy, you'll have to wait for that, " The 'yena whispered in his ear, "Ivor gets the first shot, and besides, I only bought you a single..."
"Wha-?" Adam was having a hard time making sense of things, but never had a chance to finish his question before the 'yena plopped him down on a seat beside the big lion, Ivor. His head swam, as his blood burned. His heart still pounded.
"Drink up, drink up!" The lion pushed a glass of black, murky fluid towards him. "One glass o' Black, the Heart's specialty! Feeling faint again, yet, friend?"
Adam tried to shake his head to clear it, but the motion sent him reeling, and he found himself slumped against the big cat. The hyena snickered and grinned, pushing the glass a bit closer to Adam, "Go ahead, pup, it'll make you feel a whole lot better... for awhile."
Adam rested his head for a moment against the lion's chest, and found he couldn't tell which heart he was hearing, which his cock pulsed in time too - Ivor's or his own? He pushed away from the big beast, his hands reaching out to clutch the glass of Black in his shaking paws. The music pounded, seemingly trying to compete with his heart, the wild techno beat pumping the blood of everyone. The Black in the glass rippled in time to the pulse of everything. Adam's hands clutched it tighter, his vision blurring again. He tried to blink them clear to see the glass, to bring it to his muzzle.
"C'mon, Cutie, I only help once... Drink!"
Adam finally just held his paws steady, the glass resting on the table, and brought his head down to find the lip of the glass with his own. His upper lip touched wetness and burned. The coyote stifled a flinch, and pulled the glass tight to his mouth, and tilted it up with his head. He drank.
His head cleared almost immediately, and Adam gasped at his sudden awareness of exactly how much the Black burned as it went down. He sputtered and started to choke, but repressed the urge to cough or stop drinking, until the last of the greasy liquid was swallowed.
Ivor pounded the coyote's back as Adam choked and coughed, clutching his burning chest, "Nice going, friend! Only your second glass, too! Well done!"
Fuck you, thought Adam as his coughing began to lessen. He leaned his forehead against the table edge and stared underneath, panting heavily. He could see the hyena had his cock out and was stroking it under the table. His own cock was still fully rampant, in defiance of all logic. He felt a paw on his back.
"What's you're name, sexy-dog?" The lion's voice purred in his ear.
"Adam... What the fuck are you guys trying to do to me?" He lifted his head up and looked around. They were in a booth, deep in the interior of the Heart. The upholstery was surprisingly well maintained, compared to other clubs he'd been in. There were also thick curtains that could be pulled across to offer some privacy from the dancing crowd, so maybe the actions of the hyena weren't so uncommon here after all.
"Us? We're not doing anything to you, Adam... I just bought you a drink, and saved you some discomfort. Now it's probably time to pay me back. Before you get over-stimulated again."
Adam had been watching the crowd outside the booth as he listened to the lion, and was just coming to the realization that he had no idea how to get back to the exit, and that not all the couples out there were just dancing. "Huh?" He pulled his gaze away from the endless parade of beasts outside the booth, and turned towards Ivor.
Adam stared. The Lion had undone his tight leather pants, and slid both them and his black thong underwear down on his hips. His slick cock stood up from the thick pubic fur, glistening in the flashing dance floor lights.
"Well, pup? Like what you see? Get down there and wrap your muzzle around it, you haven't got all night..."
The coyote felt his heart start to thump a bit as adrenaline raced through his bloodstream as he realized the big beast expected Adam to service him. "B-but, I'm here with someone, I can't - I mean, how can you -?"
He was cut off by the harsh laughter of both Ivor and the hyena. "Look sweetheart, I don't know who you're here with, but I can assure you he wouldn't have left fresh meat like you, dressed like that, alone, without expecting this kinda thing to happen. That's how it works here... It's all a big market, where we trade for sex - We buy you a Black, you blow us. We buy you a double; you lift your tail, and pray. You see?"
"This is a joke, right? I mean Mur wouldn't - Ack!" The lion pulled him towards him by his collar - the collar Muriel had insisted he wear - and Adam found himself looking into the big cat's hard green eyes.
"It's not a joke, pup. You can suck, or take your chances with the rest of the club knowing your not going to play. It's a long way to the door... And fresh air."
The 'yote was pushed down towards the cats strongly smelling groin. His heart pounded and he was starting to feel kinda drugged again. The lion's rigid flesh pressed against his lips, and he opened his muzzle to feel it slide across his tongue.
Adam felt his lust rise with his unavoidable arousal, even as his heart began to pound that much harder... At least it seemed mostly natural this time. The lions cock reached the back of his muzzle and pushed against his throat. Adam wrapped his lips around it and began to service the big cat, his own precum starting to seep through his pants.
Once the 'yote seemed willing enough to go through with it, Ivor was content to just lean back and enjoy Adam's muzzle working his erection. The canine really did enjoy sucking cock - why else would he be with Muriel? - And this feline certainly had a fine one. Just the size-difference between Adam and the lion meant the beast's cock ought to be large for him, and it was. When it touched the back of his throat, engulfed by an entire muzzle's length of heat, moisture and caressing canine tongue, the beast's cock still had 3 inches to spare. Adam swallowed and pushed forward, allowing it to slide fully in, and let out a deep moan despite himself.
"Ooo, yeah, I like..." The lion muttered as Adam swallowed his cock, and left it embedded in his throat for a dozen or so beats of his frantically racing heart - Despite the apparent reluctance he had shown, and the already painful Rut-enhanced arousal, having a thick cock in his throat while nuzzling the fragrant pubes of the lion increased his lust. Adam felt like he could cum in his pants for the first time in his life...
Still, his heart pounded, distracting him from his pleasure. He knew he needed 'Black', and soon, so he had to finish of the lion, a move on to the hyena's glass... and his meat. He didn't know how much his heart could take, before he passed out, or before he died, but he knew he'd be willing to go down on a pack of rat's if it helped slow the hammering in his chest, loyalty to Mur or not...
Where was Muriel?
Adam moved his head back to slide Ivor's cock out of his muzzle, his tongue playing across the big cats slick shaft, and was rewarded both by fresh air rushing into his lungs, and a thick glob of the beasts precum coating his tongue. He made a 'Mmm...' sound, and worked the lion's glans with his mouth, as his hand stroked the shaft, trying to coax more of the tasty fluid, coax the larger beast to orgasm.
Ivor made happy little sounds above him and purred, thrusting his hips up at the Coyote's muzzle. Adam's hope and eagerness to get the big beast off in his muzzle increased, as did his own arousal, rapid breath, and laboring heart. The more he breathed of the lion's musk, mingled with the heady smell of the Rut, the harder his heart pounded.
It jumped once more when he felt something rub under his tail, and actually felt himself spurt precum into his pants. He moaned and heard the Hyena's voice, "Man... We've got a hot bitch here, listen to his heart..."
His heart!?
"...If I gave him an orgasm, it'd probably explode!"
"Just don't touch his cock then, Pick..." Adam tied to pull the cock from his muzzle, but the lion gripped his head and pulled him further onto the beasts throbbing shaft. Ivor continued, indifferent to Adam's struggles, "He seems like the kinda critter than can't get off without a cock up his ass or a stroke or two on his own." The lion pulled Adam down until the big cat's cock pushed against his throat again. "Swallow me bitch, before your heart gives out."
Adam listened and heard no menace in the big cats voice, just a certain degree of cold lust. He swallowed; the big beast's slick cock jamming his throat again, balls pressed to his chin and nose buried in sweat-and-lust scented pubes.
The canine felt his awareness focus briefly as his air supply was cut off: The coyote's own cock swollen and throbbing with his heart, his heart pounding in time to the loud hammering music broadcast to every area of the exclusive club... Or maybe the music was hammering to the pounding of his heart. Was his heart being broadcast to the crowd?
His accelerated heart rate raced his blood through his lungs, depleting his air supply rapidly. His lungs started to burn, and he struggled to pull back, but could feel the lions hands pull him further onto the throbbing cat-cock, his nose bending against the beast's belly. Spot's began to form in the canine's vision, as Adam felt a hand return to his ass and start to rub. His body reacted as if of it's own volition, pushing back against to hyena's hand even as he consciously tried to pull himself away from Ivor and his suffocating cock. He had no strength it seemed...
Adam couldn't see, his vision lost to a blotchy sea of flashing lights. He was sure he was going to die, with his lips around the bottom base of some sick fucking lion's cock. He was sure he was going to die trying to pull air through that lion's thickly scented pubic fur and past that cock. Adrenaline pumped into his bloodstream, boosting his pulse.
The entire universe pounded to the heavy beat of the coyote's heart, which burned in his chest like a pulsating diamond of fire trying to burn it's way free to burst from his chest...
Adam tried to bite down with his adrenaline-fired muscles, and still the cock stayed lodged deep in his muzzle. The action only seemed to make it throb harder - spasm even - inside of the canine's muzzle.
Adam was falling into blackness just as he felt the underside of the lion's cock pulsing against his tongue as the big cat pulled back, spilling semen against the back of the coyote's throat and then over his tongue. He swallowed and inhaled, choked, and the lions cock kept spewing it's load into him, the big cat even thrusting back and forth between his mostly slack lips, and loosely clutching jaws.
Adam's last thought before the pounding ocean of his heart washed the blackness over him, was of the sweet taste of air and semen...
******
Adam woke slowly, with the by-now familiar aftertaste of Black, mingled with the distinct taste of the remnants left by the lion in his mouth. But he could breath, and his heart rate seemed reasonable, though a trace of the burning still lingered. The 'yote was still as horny as he'd ever been, and noticed, as he became more aware, that his cock was no longer confined in the tattered, poor-excuse for pants.
He left his eyes closed, and tried to figure out where he was - The music still played, greatly muffled and a lot slower. Louder, and much closer, he could hear the steady thump of a beating heart, amplified significantly - He was uncertain whether it was his or not. There were arms around him, and he was laying on top of someone, at a slight angle, their obviously aroused cock pressed lengthwise up the cleft of his buttocks. The smell was familiar...
Muriel!? His heart lurched up a notch, and the amplified sound followed.
The wolf nuzzled his ear, "Ah, you're awake..." A nibble to Adam's ear, as the arms squeezed him gently, firmly. "Are you all right, now?" Muriel asked him, the tenderness and concern obvious.
The 'yote nodded and opened his eyes. He shifted a bit to get more comfortable, and moaned as the wolf's hard flesh rubbed against his tail hole. They were in a smaller, private room, painted red with black throw pillows scattered everywhere. Incense still burned, and speakers were present in each corner. His heart boomed throughout.
Ivor and Pick were sprawled across from him, lounging comfortably, watching him, there cocks still rampant.
"See? I told you he was okay..." The lion sounded kinda sullen, but he smiled over at Adam and Muriel.
Muriel wiggled himself under the smaller canine, flexing himself against Adam and causing him to moan again, and push against him. The wolf murred, and nuzzled the 'yote again, murmuring in his ear, "I bought you a double..."
The 'yote shivered, "Erf, I don't actually have to-?"
'No," Mur replied.
"Will my-?"
"Not anymore than normal..."
"Thank god. Why did you-?"
The slighter canine sounded testy, and not at all submissive, but Muriel cut him off. "It's an initiation, love, a right of passage into the elite. I wanted you to be one of us."
The wolf rubbed himself up and down beneath the coyote's tail, causing Adam to moan again, closing his eyes, his heart reverberating throughout the closed room. "May I?"
The 'yote nodded, and opened his eyes, to see Pick standing above him, the big hyena's cock rigid pink and dripping.
"I think he wants to collect what you owe him, lover..." Said Mur, in his ear, as he shifted and slipped his cock deep inside the smaller canine's body.
When the wave of pleasure passed, Adam asked, "Owe?"
"It's all trade, Adam..." Mur pumped his loins, bringing pleasure to them both. "It's always a trade..."
Adam made happy noises and opened his mouth to accept the heated flesh of the 'yena, as the lion crawled between the coyote's legs to slide a rough tongue over his scrotum. Adam's heart set the tempo.
"Welcome to the Club, Sexy-dog...," Said Mur.
******
*Rut is an airborne, genetically modified, essential-pheromone based aphrodisiac, effective on most mammals. Typically released into the air by way of atomizer, it can also be burned in incense, or smoked directly, with treated tobacco or marijuana.