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The Stag was much as it had been last time. A little less crowded, though maybe not. A little less noisy, though only possibly. The same lights over the dance floor. The same pornographic encouragement on the screens. The same alcohol and cologne, sweat and arousal filling the air.

But Leo himself felt so different that it was like walking into the room for the first time.

"There you are!" Nik was sidling toward them through the crowd like an iceberg carefully nudging its way through a fleet of rowboats. "We are up in the back, they are all very impatient!"

Wait, who was 'they'?

"You told them anything?" Will asked, though if he felt any of the same consternation as the wolf on the end of his leash it was undetectable in his voice.

"They know only it is a surprise," Nik smiled.

"Well, they can stew a second or so longer." Will decided. "I'll have their surprise back there once I order us some drinks."

Nik nodded co-conspiratorially, but when his eyes found Leo's face they sobered. "You are comfortable with this, still?"

"Oh, yessir." Leo wasn't entirely sure if he was. "At least... this was my idea, sir, and I want to be comfortable with it, and like... however much uncomfortable might be I dunno how I'm gonna get comfortable except doing it, yeah?"

That sounded lame coming out of his own mouth, but Nik nodded and leaned in to whisper, "If you should need it, I have been told your safeword."

Which, Leo thought as Nik receded again like the tide, was equal parts reassuring and unsettling.

There was a gentle tug at his neck. Oh right, collar and leash. He followed Will obediently to the bar.

"Oh damn, look at you," Leo recognized the sleepy-eyed fox behind the bar from last time. He felt him scan from the leash in Will's paw to his collar, and could see him reading it the things that must have happened to put it where it was now. That shame-like feeling surrounded him like a sauna, soaked into him and settled, warm and throbbing, just behind his groin.

"Got yourself caught, huh," the bartender said.

Leo nodded.

"He's a good, submissive pup," Will stroked Leo's ears, and god, knowing that everyone could see submerged him in that anti-shame. "Anyway, how you been Kieth? No trouble from the asshole?"

The fox shrugged. "Nah, man, haven't seen a trace of him."

"Good riddance," Will turned to Leo. "What are you drinking, pup?"

"Whatever you say, sir."

"You know," Will chuckled, "you don't actually have to let me call all the shots."

"Oh, I'm sorry sir-"

"You really do want," Will looked thoughtful, "to be told exactly what to do, exactly what people want from you, don't you." It didn't sound like a question, and Leo didn't think he was supposed to reply. He wasn't sure what that reply would have been. "How about this, pup: if I ask a question about your preferences, that's an order for you to make the choice. Let's say that's a rule from now on. If I ask, trying to leave it to me to make up your mind for you would be disobeying. Understood?"

Leo's ears blushed. "Yessir."

"So what are you drinking?"

"Uh," Leo answered, "that beer you ordered me last time, sir. Whatever that was, yeah?"

"There, wasn't so hard, was it?" Will ruffled the fur between Leo's ears.

"No sir," Leo wagged.

"Not being subtle about it, huh." Sam was waiting at the bottom of a short flight of stairs to the loft.

"The leash was his idea, you know that." Will smirked at the cougar.

"Hi sir," said the wolf, shyly, carrying Will's and his drinks.

"Well, I guess it'll be his problem, then," Sam shook his head. "But this bunch can get rowdy, and you know that."

"I suspect," Will let Leo have a little taste of the 'on your knees pup' stare, and judging by the way the wolf shivered he liked what he got, "that rowdy's exactly what he needs."

The 'loft,' if Will was remembering right, had been meant to be a meeting room when this place had first been built, intended as standard-issue hardcore-beige open-concept cubicle farm. What had been meant to be an inspiring view of miserable tedium for middle managers was now an actually inspiring view of anything it might occur to someone to do on the dance floor. It also made the perfect spot for a fairly large group of men to congregate.

More than one of the men congregating here now could accurately be described as 'fairly large.'

Will handed Leo's leash to Sam at the top of the stairs, stepped around Nik, as he approached. "Evening, fellas," he nodded to the bear (Dimitri he knew well) the wolverine (Paul... Frackson? that was his name, right?) and the jackrabbit (Felipe Something, Will'd never gotten close enough to find out) who were already in conversation with the badger. "Yao and Big Dick aren't here?"

Nik shook his head wearily, "Must you always call him that?"

"It's what he told me his name was," Will smirked, "I'm not gonna argue."

"It's not untrue!" Dimitri laughed, "but no, Yao's got work early tomorrow and Chang has a physical therapist appointment."

Maybe that was for the best, Will considered, don't want to intimidate the pup with too big a crowd. "Well, I'll guess they'll have to hear it through the grapevine." He turned to wave to Sam, who nudged Leo forward.

"Hear what, Adler?" said a familiarly smug voice at Will's elbow.

Will found himself staring down the impertinent wolf he'd expected at the front door.

"Kane's here, though," Paul volunteered, completely superfluously.

"Everyone's wondering, but I guess," said the wolf whose arrival had put Will's hackles up for some reason, "I'll be the bad guy and actually say it: How submissive, exactly, have you got him trained to be?"

Leo realized everyone was about to look at him a split second before everyone--except this self-identified Bad Guy and Will--turned to look at him.

"What's that supposed to mean, Dunbar?" Will's voice was calm and level.

A tumbleweed would have rolled across the dance floor if it hadn't been so crowded down there.

Leo had expected there to be a certain amount of uproar. He hadn't known who Will was introducing him to--and that was fine, if he only obeyed when he completely understood then what was the point?--but he'd assumed they'd know what the leash on his neck meant and be some kind of interested. And they had been.

But what was strange was how quickly they'd just... gone back to normal. Nik had put his arms around Sam while he talked to the huge bear. Leo found himself between the wolverine and the rabbit in the dark grey covid mask--Paul and Felipe, it turned out. Felipe was relatively quiet, but Paul more than made up for that.

"We allowed to touch?" The wolverine's eyes had glittered hungrily.

Leo glanced at Will. "Sir?"

"Go ahead, Pup." Will had parked him there, wound the leash around his arm, and given him a gentle nip on the neck before going to talk to this other wolf.

Leo obediently raised his arms behind his head, let both pairs of paws explore his chest. At least till Paul overheard something Nik and Dimitri were saying and got distracted by his own vehement interjections.

"Él es así" Felipe sighed, a little muffled, "Asi que, Alvarez, ¿eh? Podrías ser prácticamente de cualquier sitio." (He is like that. So Alvarez, huh? You could be from pretty much anywhere.)

"Ah," Leo hadn't known what he expected but it hadn't been this, "soy salvadoreño, señor." (Oh, I am Salvadoran, sir.)

"¿El del al presidente que intentó que todo el mundo usara el puto bitcoin?" The pressure of his fingers through on Leo's fur became less lustful, more casual and fraternal. (Like with the president who tried to make everyone use fucking bitcoin?)

"He estado en América desde que era un niño, ¿sí? No sé cuál es el problema de ese tipo, señor." Leo rubbed the back of his neck, Felipe took that as a cue and began scratching gently at the wolf's scruff. Even if he weren't supposed to be demonstrating his submissiveness, he probably wouldn't have objected. "Se siente muy bien, señor, ¿lo hace a menudo?" (I've been in America since I was a kid, yeah? I dunno what that guy's problem is, sir. That feels really good, sir, you're used to doing that?)

It was hard to read his expression behind the mask, but Felipe chuckled. "Paul y Dimitri juntos hacen una cama muy cómoda." (Paul and Dimitri together make for a very comfortable bed.)

...had Leo been the only guy in the state with only one boyfriend?

"Aunque es agradable conocer a un hombre con el que puedo hablar." Felipe rested his chin on Leo's shoulder, the wolf dutifully braced himself to support the rabbit's weight. "Dimitri habla ruso y francés, pero no español. Paul, sólo sabe inglés y lo que sea que hablen en Michigan. Pero," he gently tugged on the leash with a single finger, "no me parece que tu hayas venido a hablar." (Although it's nice to meet a man I can talk to. Dimitri does Russian and French, but not Spanish. Paul only has English and whatever the hell they do in Michigan. But I don't think talking is what you came here to do.)

"Soy propiedad del amo." Leo was past the point of trying to suppress his blushes. They felt good, it felt good knowing that how this made him feel was visible and obvious. "Estoy aquí para obedecer lo que el amo ordene." (I am master's property. I am here to obey master's orders.)

"Son unos cachondos," Felipe huffed. "¡Y lo dice un conejo! Pero quizá te lleves bien con Kane por allí." (You're all too horny. And I'm a rabbit, saying that! But maybe you'll get along with Kane over there.)

"¿Qué, señor?" (Sir?)

"Digamos que hay una razón por la que no acudo a él cuando siento que necesito hablar español." Felipe had whispered, before he went to join whatever argument Nik and Dimitri were carrying on with Paul. (Let's just say there's a reason why I don't go to him when I feel like I need to speak Spanish.)

Leo had looked up to find the other wolf's eyes boring into him. He had seen, as if written there, what he'd been about to say.

"What's that supposed to mean, Dunbar?" It was an effort to keep his voice calm and level.

"You're smart enough," Kane smirked, "to work it out. Why bring your toy if you didn't plan on letting anyone else play with it?"

The other conversations up the loft skidded to a halt. Will swept his gaze across all the men who were supposed to be here--bear, wolverine, and rabbit, badger, his wolf, and finally the white cougar--before he turned back to the one who wasn't.

"He's right there," the coyote jerked his head in Leo's direction without breaking eye contact with Kane. "You somehow don't remember how to flirt with a man?"

"But he's wearing your collar," Kane pressed, "Do you give the orders or not?"

"Do you want," Leo heard the whisper over his shoulder before he recognized Sam's voice, "to do this? Honestly."

"...do what, sir?" he whispered back.

"Do you want Will to order you," the puma's voice was flat, calm, barely audible, if Leo hadn't known better he would have said Sam's voice was inside his own head, "to suck the cock of a man you just met?"

Leo caught himself just in time to avoid saying 'That's up to him.' Sam wouldn't be asking if Will didn't need to know. If Will asked a question about Leo's preferences, that was an order for him to make the choice. Leaving it to them to make the choice would be disobeying.

"That's a hell of a presumptuous ask, Dunbar," Will said.

"I'll admit to being presumptuous," Kane shot back.

"You sure you want to?" Will tilted his head.

Could he do this? The idea of anonymous, cheap, no strings attached sex, that had always seemed like the worst possible place to wind up. That had been what he'd been afraid of being reduced to. Getting used by strangers who didn't care about you, who wouldn't notice the difference between you and any other man.

But it wasn't like nobody would care. There would be strings attached, just not to the man he'd be sucking, to the man he was obeying.

And was it any worse than what he'd dared to do the last time he'd been here?

"Sounds to me like you're stalling." Kane turned the last word into a singsong almost-howl.

"Just giving a friendly warning," Will's voice stayed stubbornly unmusical. "You make demands on a man's property, he might find a way to make you pay for the privilege."

"I'll do it, sir," Leo whispered.

Sam slunk away so quickly, so silently, that it was as if he'd never been there at all.

"You think I'm scared of the consequences of a little bratting?" Kane stifled a laugh. "From you?"

Sam's reflection, in the mirror just behind Kane's shoulder, made eye contact. Nodded once.

"Well, if you're alright with consequences, then," so Will raised a hand, snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor beside him.

Leo went promptly to his knees.

"Time to suck some cocks, pup," Will unwound the leash from Leo's upper arm, got a comfortable grip on it.

"Yes master," Leo answered, and wagged.

"Well?" Will asked, like a preacher calling the congregation to come forward and be saved, "who's going first?"

***

Say what you would about the Stag, they knew the most important thing about running a gay bar: keep the bathrooms clean.

The stalls smelled only of industrial soap. The condom vending machine was kept full, in good repair, and free. In the upper corner of the sink mirror someone, at some point in the high pandemic, had slapped a sticker that read "wash your hands like it's time to jerk it but you just chopped jalapeños" and the management had elected to leave it, but that was the closest thing to graffiti present. The last stall had no toilet of any kind.

This place had to be kept presentable for regular use, you see.

Will led Leo in on the leash. Kane dogged their heels.

But at the stall door the coyote held up a paw.

"Wait, what?" Kane tore hungry eyes away from the collared wolf squatting on the stall floor to glare at Will.

Will smiled. "Invited guests go first, of course."

"Hey man!" Paul grinned as Will passed him the leash and shut the stall door behind him.

"Oh look," Will smirked. "Consequences."

"If you think," Kane fumed, "I won't wait right here for a turn-"

"Oh damn, you use that tongue good!" Paul growled over the partition.

"Mmmn..." whatever Leo answered was muffled. It sounded like he must have something in his mouth.

Kane's lips tightened. Frustration hissed from his nostrils. He made no attempt to be subtle about adjusting his jeans. "You haven't beat me yet, Adler."

"Course not," Will's smirk remained unaltered, "night's still young."

There was a beautiful simplicity to it.

The wolverine was thick. He filled Leo's mouth from cheek to cheek. And he was affectionate with his hands, holding the wolf's face, stroking his cheeks, petting his ears. At times it was like he was trying to pleasure himself through Leo's muzzle.

But there was no question about what he wanted.

And it was a relief to be able to give it.

He pulled back and forth down the cock in his mouth, ran the tip of his tongue around the crown. He tasted like strength, and campfires on autumn nights that have burned down to embers, easily roused indignation and shouted encouragements.

And he tasted like knowing that what Leo was doing was appreciated, valued, and accepted, because he was obeying, not Paul, but someone who understood what that obedience meant. Who said exactly what he wanted from him, who didn't leave Leo guessing or inferring, because the things he said were commands. That Leo could always be sure that wanted him, because Leo made him want, because obedience was what he wanted, and Leo could obey.

Paul had dropped the leash, but he didn't need it. He didn't need anything but the muzzle in which he emptied his balls.

As he left the stall Kane could be heard complaining again, that ok, obviously it was his turn now, but instead in walked that enormous bear. He'd ditched his shirt, and smiled at Leo down acres of thickly furred chest.

"Ordinarily, I would not participate in things like this, you see," he said, "but you, plainly, love this."

"Oh come ON!" objected Kane from somewhere beyond the stall door.

"And I love when a man," the bear ignored that, "he does what he loves."

Which wasn't quite correct, Leo thought. He didn't love doing this. Though he didn't mind doing this, either, it was certainly hot enough: he was hard enough that he needed to undo his fly. But he could love Will by doing this.

Which must mean, Leo realized, he loved Will.

He would have to explain this insight to the bear later, he couldn't exactly talk at the moment.

"I warned you," Felipe said when he took Dimitri's place, "about being too horny."

"Puedo manejar cachondo, señor," Leo smirked, "¿Y tú?" (I can handle horny, sir. Can you?)

"Hell," Felipe slid himself down Leo's tongue. "Stroke yourself, man, while you suck. Quiero mirarlo." (I want to see it.)

It was harder to pay attention to his surroundings, but at some point between Felipe panting, eyes intent on the wolf pleasuring himself to the cock he was sucking, and flattening back his ears with a gasp when he felt his balls overflow past the point of no return, Kane's complaints--that they were being this loud on purpose, that he wasn't going to give up, that no importa si hablas español, yo también lo entiendo, (It doesn't matter if you talk spanish, I understand that too!)--faded and were replaced with the sounds of a second pair of lips on another cock.

"Oh yeah, that's what you really wanted," growled Will, "all along."

"Figured that'd happen," Sam nodded at Will, his shaft down Kane's muzzle, as he passed by. "Holding up all right, pup?" he said to Leo.

"Just fine, sir!"

"Good boy," Sam grinned and undid his jeans, gave Leo a more familiar cock to suck for a while. But before he really got anywhere, he stopped, pulled out and stepped aside.

Will grunted and growled, his balls clenched, and soon enough Kane was sitting back on his haunches, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Will looked at Leo, raised a questioning eyebrow.

Leo nodded.

"Welp, I guess you earned it, Dunbar. Go on, get in there." Will zipped himself up. "Have some fun."

"You," the other wolf snarled as his tip slid between Leo's jaws, "better be worth all that trouble."

Leo was pretty confident that wouldn't be difficult.