The Back Room
#1 of Blacker's Empire
Disclaimer: This story contains gay furry sex. If you are under 18 or are offended by this, turn back now before it's too late.
I feel as if this story is too short... sorry ^^;;
The loud pounding of the music, the heat from tons of dancing furs and the smell of sweat and
alcohol hit me as I entered the nightclub. Blacker's was famous as the most sexual gay club
around here. Every fur in sight was well-built, or at least toned, and wore clothes designed
to seduce and show off every part of the body. I think it's even a staff requirement. It was
my first time coming here, so I was very excited and energized. I gave a smile and a wink at
the huge doberman bouncer as he let me in, giving him a sly pat on his rump. He grinned at me
as I disappeared into the crowd.
I was dressed for the occasion, of course. My foxy body was covered in a black mesh shirt,
letting everyone see the plush red-orange fur underneath. I wore a pair of blue pants that was
just tight enough to show off a seductive bulge, but loose enough to leave room for
imagination. The gold hoop in my right ear flashed in the colored strobe lights as I danced my
way across the floor towards the bar, groping the occasional ass and getting a few gropes
myself.
I greeted the cute coyote bartender with a shout and a grin. He spotted me and put down the
mug he was wiping as I sat down on the stool. He was wearing only a pair of leather pants and
a ladder of silver hoops up his right ear. My long bushy tail was wagging slightly as he came
over. He set one elbow on the counter and gave me a wide grin of his own. "Hey, foxy-boi. What
can I getcha tonight?"
"Oh, just a Long Island Iced Tea, please."
He stared into my eyes for a moment before speaking, "Comin' right up!" then left to go mix
the drink. I watched his cute ass and hypnotically swishing tail as he walked back and forth,
grabbing various bottles. He must have noticed me because his walk became an exaggerated
swagger, his tail lifting high to let me see his curvy butt hugged tightly by his pants. The coyote
let the show drag on as long as he could while still making the Iced Tea. He even pretended to
drop a bottle right in front of me and bent over to pick it up very slowly, giving me a great
view of his ass. He set the glass down on the table. "On the house, lover boy."
My ears perked up. "Really? Awesome, thanks!" I smiled and started sipping at the alcohol,
enjoying the taste while still checking out the coyote's hot bod with half-lidded eyes. I must
have been staring a little too intently because he soon spoke up. "Hey, you're a new face
here, right? How 'bout I show you around the club a little? I know a great place where you can
get a lot of...privacy." He spoke the last word in a whisper and placed a paw on mine.
I raised my eyebrows in interest. "Oh really? Sure, cutey." I smiled, my tail wagging in
excitement.
He smiled in return. "Great. Be right back, foxy. Stay, ok?" I nodded readily and started
sipping my drink again, still watching him. The coyote walked towards the other end of the bar
and shouted. A sexy lion danced over to the bar from the edge of the dance floor. He talked to
him for a minute then I saw him slip under the counter; I guess he's the replacement. The
coyote also slipped under to the customer side of the counter and walked back to me. He
grabbed my hand and led me along the wall to the far side of the club.
He dragged me through a door that opened to a small intimate room. We went through and he
immediately closed and locked the door. I looked at him in surprise, but he reassured me with
a smile. "So that no one barges in on us," he explained. Shrugging, I looked around and
examined the room. There was a queen-sized bed set against the wall covered in clean white
sheets with a heavy-looking wooden chest at its foot. There was also a small ornamental jar on
a shelf above the bed that was emitting a dull violet fog that seemed to be pulsing with some
kind of dim light; it was the only light source. It spread through the entire room and had a
strange scent that made me feel light-headed and dizzy as I sniffed it. I looked at the coyote
and found him grinning.
"Hey, dude. What is this stuff?" I asked, slurring a little. I tried grabbing the mist with my
hands to show him. My eyelids started getting heavier and my head suddenly started getting a
warm, funny feeling.
"It's called Black Haze, made by the club owner himself," he replied, smiling wickedly. "It
makes anyone who inhales it sleepy and extremely aroused." He looked up and down my
wobbling body with a grin, especially on the bulging fabric over my crotch.
I could barely hear what he said. I felt so...weird. I started losing my balance and placed a
hand on my head. The warm feeling I felt before crept down and concentrated in my crotch,
making me moan in need. I bucked my hips forward almost unconsciously as I panted heavily. My
vision blurring, I saw the coyote approach me with a cocky stride.
"You look a bit tired, pup." He said the word pup separately after a slight pause, placing
emphasis. I felt my cock throb at the word and I moaned again. His grin grew wider. "Why don't
you lie down on the bed, pup?" Another throb, another moan. He laughed and placed his hand on
my back. The coyote led me to the bed and helped me sit down. "Stay here, pup," I moaned and
closed my eyes, bucking my hips forward once, "I'll be right back."
He walked over to the chest and opened it then grabbed a red collar with a bone-shaped dog
tag. Engraved into the metal was the word pup in capital letters. Fingering the word, he
walked back to where I was. "I got a surprise for you, pup," he said, waving the collar in
front of me. I moaned again, even louder. My cock throbbed harder and harder each time he said
that amazing word. I just couldn't get enough of it; it felt so amazing to be called a pup. My
muzzle hung open as I panted in desire, tail wagging and eyes half-closed. By then I was
painfully erect.
Grinning at how quickly the mist works, the coyote stared at my crotch. "Man, pup (my cock
throbbed), look at your pants. They look like they're about to rip in two, pup (I moaned)." He
kneeled down and undid the button and pulled down the zipper. My fully erect seven-inch boner
sprang out of my pants. Pre splashed onto his face and my chest as it whipped around. The
coyote licked the it off his lips and the remaining on my cock, savoring the taste like a good
wine. "Oh, pup (another moan), look how big you are," he said in a tantalizing whisper. He
breathed heavily onto it, adding to the already warm euphoric feeling I was experiencing from
the Haze and that awesome word.
The coyote stood up and stepped back. "Stand," he commanded. I immediately obeyed. "Good,
pup," he smiled. That fantastic feeling shot through my body as I groaned in pleasure,
rewarding me for my good behavior. "Now strip." Again, I obeyed at once, pulling my mesh shirt
off then pushing my pants down to my ankles, completely exposing my body. He bent forward
and whispered straight into my ear, "Great job, pup." I shivered in pure ecstasy and almost lost
myself in the lust. The word was like a drug to me, and I'm completely addicted. I panted
heavily and started sweating. I couldn't believe I hadn't already shot my load by then.
"Now, kneel down, pup," I didn't know if it was the pleasure or his command that forced me to
my knees. Looking up at him, I saw the red collar waving to and fro in sync with his wagging
tail. Then he bent forward and strapped it around my neck tightly. He patted my head and
scratched my ears. I was panting so hard. I felt like a true pup by then.
The coyote stopped and licked his lips. He unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his
sheath, stroking the meat inside. "Alright, pup," he paused to hear my lustful groan, "Suck me
off." I complied immediately, wanting more of the mind-numbing pleasure that only he could
give.
I grabbed his hardening sheath, taking over. I placed my muzzle close and inhaled deeply,
savoring his scent. Then I stuck my tongue into his sheath, licking and coaxing the tip of his
penis out. He gasped and grabbed the back of my head. I pulled back his sheath and exposed
his hardening cock. I took it in my mouth and started lathering all over it with my saliva. I felt
it growing bigger and bigger as blood rushed in. He started pushing my head into his pubic
hair, letting me take huge whiffs of his scent, and the tip of his cock edging closer to the back
of my throat.
My other hand roamed up and down his legs, feeling the soft brown fur. But, he had other
things in mind as he grabbed it and placed it on his balls. Understanding, I started fondling
and squeezing his furry orbs causing him to start oozing precum. It fell on my tongue and I
quickly licked up all I could. The amazing taste encouraging me to suck and squeeze more out.
I started bobbing my head back and forth, and he bucked his hips forward with perfect timing,
burying his cock as deep as he could each time. I felt his cock slightly tickle the back of my
throat with each thrust, coating it and my tongue with precum. When I swallowed due to an
overflow of spit and pre, he gasped and thrusted deeper down my esophagus.
All the time, he moaned encouraging and sometimes degrading words along with that word I
craved so much: "pup." I moaned around his cock each time he said it, the pleasure causing me
to suck and squeeze harder; it felt so awesome. With my other hand, I was jacking myself off
furiously. But, to my frustration, I still couldn't ejaculate. So much pleasure, so much stroking, so
much cock and I couldn't get off.
Soon, something kept hitting my teeth as he thrusted. His knot was growing, and soon it became
stuck in my mouth. Despite that, he kept humping back and forth, close to the edge. Sensing
this, I started sucking as hard as I could and giving long licks along the sensitive
underside. I squeezed his aching balls, and it just spurred him on. His fucking became faster
and harder.
Suddenly, I felt his balls tighten and he thrust deep into my throat. Throwing his head back,
he let out a loud lusty bark and the coyote started spraying his jizz straight down into my
stomach. He shot so much my mouth started overflowing, his cum dripping down my chin onto
my own cock and the floor. Fearing I would drown, I started swallowing as much as I could, but it
just kept coming. By the end of his orgasm, I felt like I just ate a three-course meal.
The coyote stood over me panting, his sweat dripping down onto my face, his hand on my head
to hold himself up. I started lapping at his cock again, cleaning it. I stared up at the grinning
fur looming over me with pleading eyes. He spotted my hand, stroking my cock like there's no
tomorrow. He laughed out loud and petted my head. "Oh, pup," I moaned expectedly, bucking my
hips forward, but still no release. "Since you've done such a great job, I think I'll let you
cum." My eyes grew more pleading, my panting more desperate. Yes! Please! I need to cum! Let
me cum! I thought loudly since I couldn't speak past the still erect coyote cock in my mouth.
He laughed again. "Alright, I will. But first, point your dick up towards your face." I
obeyed, anything to get me to cum. "Great. Now go ahead and cum, puppy." And at that magic
word, puppy, my cock started spazzing and throbbing as I shot my entire load out. The force
and pressure from being denied cumming for so long caused my cum to arch up and land on top
of my muzzle and head. The pleasure caused me to buck my hips as I kept cumming and
cumming. My face was soon soaked with my own jizz and cum was spilling over the edge to the
floor. The intensity of it left me weak and panting. I closed my eyes as fatigue set in and my
hands hung limp by my side. The only thing keeping from collapsing was the cock, still erect, in
my mouth. I soon fell asleep in that position.
The coyote stood over me, smiling. "You did great, pup." Even unconscious and spent, my limp
cock throbbed. Through massive willpower, he ignored the pleasure, generated by the heat of
my breath, in his penis and willed it to soften. As I started falling forward, he caught me in
his arms and lifted me up. Carrying me over to the bed, he set me down gently onto the soft
white sheets. He stood smiling over me a moment, observing my sleeping form. My cum-drenched
face must have looked so content and happy. I remembered that my dreams were filled entirely
with sex with all kinds of different furs in that small room.
The coyote zipped his pants back up and unlocked the door. I'll just leave him here for a
couple more hours, he thought, and let the Haze completely take him over. Tail wagging
slightly, he closed the door behind him and went to go report to the club owner.
Hope you enjoyed it d-(^_^)z