Endangered Love - Chapter 7
#7 of Endangered Love
Endangered Love
Chapter 7: Assurance
By: Mirron Tenshi
Josh was in his dressing room wearing a robe, sitting in his chair, leaning forward with his paws behind his neck as he looked downward, groaning in his wallowing. He was so ashamed of tonight. Tonight's show was, without a doubt, his worst performance he ever gave here, at the Rainbow Rings. He had refused many tips, his erotic choreography was not even fit to be a joke, and for the first time, he felt uncomfortably exposed.
He knows why he was so off tonight. It was because of Matthew. Josh wasn't blaming him, of course, but now that he has a boyfriend, the rottie felt as if he doesn't belong on stage with nothing on but a small speedo on, at least as long as Matthew was right there. During tonight's performance, Josh felt like he was kind of cheating on Matthew right in front of him.
Not only was Josh feeling embarrassed from tonight, he also felt guilty. The way things seem right now, Josh may have to give up being a stripper, which sucks, because Josh always liked being an exotic dancer. For some, being a stripper means having to grove naked as a last attempt to bring home the bread. But for other furs, like Josh, it's just fun; being spontaneous like that, letting other furs see his dance skills, and being able to appeal to many to show for his hard work in getting and maintaining his body, plus feeling a little rebellious, then there's all the sex he can have. This is what Josh lives for - he loves his job. As things stand, though, he might have to give that up.
The rottweiler sighed as he wondered what to do next. His train of thought was interrupted by a knock on his door. "C-Come in." The door opened and his German Shepard entered. "Oh, hey babe . . . I . . ." He just sighed as he looked down. Matthew tilted his head as he looked at his sad-looking boyfriend.
"What's wrong Josh? You look sad." He took a glance around and spotted a small stereo set with an iPod in place. Matt smiled as he looked back at his boyfriend. "You need to buck up."
". . . Matthew-" Before Josh could say something, Matthew was already going to the line of outfits.
"Say, I think I'll give this stripping thing a try."
"Matt, I nee-"
"Jeez, Josh, it's like a Halloween costume depot in here!" Matthew went on, hardly listening to Josh.
"Hey-"
"Ooh! This looks good." The Shepard said as he pulled out a fireman suit. Josh huffed as he put his head on his paw while his boyfriend changed. He needed to talk to Matthew, and he wasn't listening.
"Ta-da!" Matthew said as he felt his arms out, wearing the fire fighter outfit.
"That's nice, Matthew, but I-" He growled aggravatingly as Matthew put on the music. It was a rapid with a repetitive beat.
"Now, how do I do this . . . ?" Matthew started moving his hips back and forth, soon putting his paws on his helmet. Josh just got up and put the iPod on pause before he closed the door to his dressing room.
"We need to talk, Matthew." The shepard's ears lowered before he lowered his arms.
"Ok, um . . . Hun." The rottie nodded and continued.
"Listen. It's about 'us' and my being a stripper. See, on the stage, when someone tips one of dancers, then the favors they pay for can be almost anything from feeling the muscles to giving a blowjob. Even so much as a long, French kiss. Matt, I kept thinking that if I took the males up on a sexual favor, then you might feel jealous or betrayed. I don't want to hurt you in anyway. I don't know what to do Matthew."
The other canine just smiled. "Josh, it's ok. I don't mind if you have sex with other guys," Matt gave a shrug, "Sex is sex, it's your job, I understand. Josh, I'll . . . Love you no matter what," Matthew said with a blush, "I won't feel betrayed or hurt, I promise."
Josh grinned happily as his boyfriend comforted him. "Thank you babe." He then leaned in and gave the shepard a kiss. He slipped his tongue and gently licked the other's lips. They stood there and kissed gently as the rottie wrapped his arms around the other male.
After the kiss, he backed up and tugged on the heavy fire fighter pants. "Now take these off. I'm the only stripper in this room, and you haven't seen what I can do." Matthew smiled and murred as he undid the yellow suspenders in order to take off the trousers, him soon shrugging off the heavy jacket and taking off the yellow helmet off of his head.
"I can't wait, hun. You look so hot practically naked." Matthew sat back down in his boxers and undershirt, smiling at his boyfriend.
In 10 minutes, Josh stomped his boots together in his soldier uniform, and saluted his boyfriend, "PERMISSION TO TURN YOU ON SIR!" The shepard grinned at the other male.
"Permission granted." The rottie went to his iPod and turned on some jamming music. He then unzipped the coat as he danced his body to the grove. Just like on stage, he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, so his shiny, sweaty, and very muscular fur was glistening as the necklace with the dog tags chinked around his neck. He put his paws behind his head as he then started to thrust his pelvis upward, gyrating his hips, teasing his boyfriend with his somewhat baggy cargo pants.
Matthew was already murring at the sight, a bulge already forming in his shorts as he looked at Josh's abs, which was curtained by the uniform jacket. "That's hot Josh! Can't wait to see more . . . !" While Josh danced, the shepard began to rub the bulge in his boxers.
When Josh tossed off the big coat off, he then turned around as he undulated his body, turning himself around with his half-naked body bending and swerving. He then reached lower and started to rub his rump. He looked behind him with his sexy grin.
The rottweiler then bent over and grabbed the anal area like before, went back up, and the pants snapped off. There he stood, the hole of his pucker covered by a black thong. He continued to thrust his pelvis and undulate his body, him still in his boots and cap on. As he moved, he flexed and rolled his ass cheeks just for Matthew.
"Woo!" Matthew cheered as a perfect tent was pitched on his groin. He sat up and gave that butt a slap. It turned him on to whack and squeeze his boyfriend's hot rump.
Josh moaned a little when he was spanked. That was a big turn on for him. He then turned around to give Matthew a full view of his body. He then moved closer and started to dry hump the air in front of his horny boyfriend. His large, round bulge rose from his lap, and brushed against Matt's nose, teasing him more..
The shepard's eyes widened before he whimpered from the male's musky scent. "Oh god Josh . . . I'm so fuckin horny right now . . ." Matthew said, the throbbing boner oozing pre under his shorts.
The stripper smiled as his paw unhooked the latch on the sides of his thong, and dropped it aside to let his caramel balls hang freely while his member was pushing out of his sheath. Josh had then unbuttoned the slit on the front of the shepard's underwear, and pulled the fabric down to reveal Matthew's black wang. The rottie then lowered his muzzle down and took Matt's cock in his mouth.
"Ahh!" Matthew gasped and grabbed the seat he was on, "Ho shit . . ." The younger canine whined as the warm mouth surrounded his dick. Josh wasn't sucking on it though, he was just applying a good amount of saliva onto that hard tool.
Josh then stood up and climbed up and squatted himself above Matthew's lap. He then started to lower himself down until Matthew's rod started to penetrate his sweaty pucker. The shepard moaned as he felt the tight hole consume his dick. "Fuck! Shit, that's good!" He squirmed as his cock was squeezed tightly inside of the male dancer.
Only when he was sitting onto Matthew's lap did the shepard sit up and cling onto the black and gold canine. Josh giggled as his boyfriend struggled to cope with the immense pleasure - gasping, cooing, squirming, digging his face into his torso. The rottie growled hotly as he sank himself deeper and deeper onto his lover's member. It hurt a little, but at the same time, having that thick rod lodging inside of him felt amazing.
The nonstop anal tightness was driving Matthew crazy! He's never fucked anyone before, and this felt awesome! After a moment of gathering up composure, he grasped Josh's ass, squeezing it and spanking it while he thrusted up into him.
Josh gasped and sounded a lewd moan when his prostate was punched. "Oh shit!"
"Di-Did I hurt you, Josh? I never done this before!" The shepard asked. Josh shook his head before he sighed. The rottweiler put his paws onto the other's shoulders.
"I'm going to start moving now. Just sit back, ok?" The super sexually excited German Shepard nodded, him panting rapidly. The older canine then moved himself up, his tight entrance tracing along Matt's cock, before going back down. Matthew moaned as his member was enveloped in the tight warmth again. He grunted, gasped and moaned each time Josh moved himself North and South.
The rottie started to bounce himself up and down on Matthew's penis, getting to a good and quick-paced rhythm. Josh's paw then went to his own dick, and started to paw himself off.
He pumped his rod almost as hard as he pumped Matthew's, his pre slipping over his paw. In his ass, Matt's cock spurted pre in his innards.
Matthew moaned out as he got closer. Finally, he thrusted up into Josh one more time, shoving his knot in. "JOSH," Matthew screamed as thick spurt after spurt of his cum filled Josh's tight ass.
Josh's eyes went wide as his ass made way for the huge knot! He squeezed his own knot when his insides flooded with Matthew's semen. Josh then yipped out as his cock convulsed he moaned out as he painted the shepard with his thick, white cream. The first shot soaked his face, the second squirted his neck, the third one covered his chest, and the rest trailed his tummy. Josh rested himself onto his partner, panting as he wrapped his arms around him. "I . . . I love you. . ." He panted out.
Sarah was walking down the hall. She had seen Josh's performance tonight, and frankly, she thought that it was very dismal. Plus, Josh was scheduled for a party, but had requested to cancel it. So naturally, she was a bit concerned about what is going on with one of her best strippers. Further, Sarah hasn't seen the new handyman since she put him to work on the light. The lynx came to Josh's door and was about to knock when she smelled something. Sarah knew that scent all too well: Sweat, cum, and musk. After smelling this, she had then overheard someone talking in the dressing room.
"I love you Matt."
"I love you too, Josh."
"Now, you sure you're ok with my job? Because I can just as easily be a bartender." Sarah put on a look of repulsed shock; does this mean no more rottweiler eye candy?
"Hehehe, yes, Josh, I'm sure. It's your job, I understand. I'll just have to stay hidden while you're on so you don't get stage-fright."
"Well, ok, if you're sure. Thanks babe. So I better take up that job Sarah wants me to do . . ." With a sigh of relief, she then turned around and headed back into her office.
Meanwhile, back over at Josh's house.
A few bodies lay lifeless on the lawn. They each wore grey-ish yellow clothes on, with toothy grins and manic eyes stitched into the surrounding new figures dark clothing, they each also wore what looked like insanity-themed Halloween masks that had large parts cut out, a different place where the mask was cut into for each of the goon, showing a fragment of their faces. One of such of animals stood croaking out a splash of blood as five blades desolated his lungs.
The man who killed the Grinz let the last one drop onto the ground, pulling the bladed fingers out of it, pushing the body off with his foot. He wore black clothes that is a similar style, but more suited for mobility, as Platinum's clothing. Each finger of his paws were equipped with razor sharp metal claws attached to his paw like gloves.
He then brought the hood down as he started to speak, him being a bat.
"You think you know madness? You disgusting insects haven't the slightest grasp of insanity. Indeed, you have lost your minds, but when it comes to being a psychopath, I am the superior veteran out of the whole Grinz gang . . ." His eyes were white. For an age in his 30's, his eyes were blinded with a veil of white. "I wonder . . . How much trouble did Starkerse have replacing the leader of the Grinz once I left? Surely, finding one who was as mad as I was indeed a challenge." He then bent over and picked up a communicator that he knew was one to call Starkerse.
_"Gozo, report! Is the job done?"_The bat pressed the button and talked into it.
"Has recruitment really lowered their standards by that much? I'm rather ashamed of you, Starkerse. Over."
"What? Who is this? You sound familiar"
"This is Crow. Over."
"Crow?! You're alive?! . . . Hmph. I suppose it is good to hear from an old friend."
"Yes. Especially after you have tried to kill me after I walked out. An understandable circumstance, I'll admit. Now listen. A certain white lion does in fact, exist. I believe he has some sort of affiliation with your current Grinz Leader? Over"
_"White lio- . . . No . . . Him?! He's just an urban-"_Crow dropped the communicator and crushed it with his metal clawed feet. He lifted his arms up in order to extend his wings before swooping up and flew into a nearby on the property tree; his wings didn't look natural, as in they were artificial, nonetheless, the leather prosthetic wings allows him to fly.
"Starkerse? I have all the insanity I could want right here in my head." He giggled maniacally to himself as he waited in the tree.