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Luke, a rather feminine male wolf, had recently started reading the local paper every Sunday. The paper was specifically made for locals, and the large town he lived in was always bustling with unique activity. Word had been going on the paper that there was a talented bartending Rottweiler at the local bar. Not only was the male Rott skilled at bartending, he also had other talents that surprised the curious Luke. He eyed the section over a second time and drove over to the bar.

He was perplexed to figure out if that stranger could really do those things. He was nervous, however, not going to the bar often at all: only going on special occasions. He walked in innocently, tail tucked beneath him.

Luke saw the strange Rottweiler, and he realized how much of a change the place had been through. There were other mutts reaching for the canine's sex and ass, clearly all enjoying the show. The Rottweiler was pole dancing, naked. Luke stared in shock at the males, wagging his tail excitedly and growing harder the longer he stood at the entrance. He tucked his boner in his shirt and zipped the hoody over it, trying to cover it up.

He hoped that nobody saw him: he was wrong.

The Rottweiler had stopped dancing, looking at Luke. At first, the Rott stared at him like a lost puppy. Then he lifted his fingers in a polite wave.

Luke bit his lip and returned a wave, blushing and jitteriness his teeth uncontrollably. The Rottweiler, along with his crowd - all of which bare naked - invited Luke over, whistles and shouts of encouragement flooding the entire bar.

He made his way - half happy, half scared - to the others. He was somewhat worry free when the canines on the floor helped him strip off his clothes so he'd feel more welcome.

What happened next startled Luke. As he was beginning to feel comfortable, drooling along with the others and staring up at the Rottweiler's beautiful figure, the sexy animal actually reached for his hand! The men around told them about this, rumoring that he'd pick his favorite audience member to join him for a one-on-one sexual act.

He opened his eyes widely, looking around at the other dogs. They yelled and barked in support, some patting his back. He grabbed the hand. The Rottweiler pulled him up, his arm bulging at Luke's weight. Luke could cry with joy if it weren't for the fear of embarrassing himself in front of all of the sexy mutts. He, being the only pure blooded wolf there, was naturally liked and appreciated by the others.

The night was getting even better than it ha been for the aroused wolf. The Rottweiler stared at you like he had before: that lost expression. He leaned in towards you and whispered into your ear,

"Do what you'd like with me. Then it's my turn. Have at it, pup."

The Rott licked the overwhelmed Luke on the cheek, standing still against the pole.

Luke wanted to suck him off so badly. He couldn't resist, wrapping his arms and hugging the pole dancer's warm thighs and licking at the bulgy penis. In between licked, he asked the Rott questions,

"I thought you were a bartender, sir."

"I am, but at night, I become a lot of other things."

"Oh. That's impressive."

Luke was sucking hungrily at the canine's antsy dick. Luke's ass was vulnerable to the tongues of the hungry mutts on the floor. The Rott's dick throbbed in ecstasy as Luke shoved his ass onto its head. He fell back into the thick penis, their balls slapping together rhythmically. The Rottweiler bit his lip in furious lust, releasing his load into Luke's opened tail hole .Luke sighed in pleasure and came himself as the warm, thick substance slid inside of his hole. The dogs on the floor eagerly licked up all of his spunk, some even jerking themselves or others off.

The Rottweiler licked Luke off and told him quietly,

"Not bad. Now it's my turn. I hope you like ass as much as you do penises."

Luke shook his head, panting. The Rottweiler grinded his ass on the pole for a second then flipped over into a handstand, his belly against the cold pole, his dick and balls lazily flopping against him.the Rottweiler murred,

"Climb the pole above me and slide in.

That's the talent most of these boys haven't seen yet.

I can tell your nervous. I can do this. And you'll be the first living person this happens on. It'll be rough, but worth it."

Luke understood and gulped nervously, hopping up onto the pole and climbing carefully until his feet wiggled clear of the Rott's ass. Keeping his feet together and started sliding down the pole. The other dogs stared and shouted excitedly.

Luke's feet entered between those ass cheeks and into that tight ass hole, the tail rattling at the sensitive touch of his toes. Luke panted as the intense heat of the Rottweiler's ass engulfed him, his feet almost burning hot within the stretched hole.

The Rottweiler shook his cheeks around Luke, slipping the wolf slowly further down into his awaiting rectum. His ankles popped in: by now, the ass hugged around him extremely tightly and Luke began to worry. But since the sexy dog insisted, he slid down further, letting the hot and greasy hole fill up with his calves and knees, licking the pole nervously as the hole screamed defiance.

His own drool slipped down. His fingers and rammed his head into the pole. He was out.

When Luke woke up, he was being suffocated as the ass warmed up around his belly. The Rottweiler was wincing in pain and in ecstasy, lying beside the pole and squeezing the pole tightly. He growled, then shouted, using his feet to anchor Luke by the shoulders and pulling him in. His stomach faded into the mortifyingly tight ass muscles of the Rott.

Many minutes had passed. The mutts had decided to stay in support, watching to see if this could actually be done. Arms and head hanging out, the Rottweiler just consumed Luke's shoulders and stood up, using the dangling wolf arms as stools to keep himself up as he grasped the pole and spread his legs apart and up into the air.

Luke's entire head entered the enormous hole quite easily now, sucked up into the Rott's awaiting rectum to join the rest of his body. Fleshy walls and the stench consumed him, pushing him further up into darkness.

The Rottweiler did the split and sat on the arms: the arms had no other direction but up and into his loose ass. His tail wagged happily and he panted exuberantly as he stood back up and closed his ass around the padded wolf fingers. Eventually, the crept inside and dissapeared past his cheeks.

Remarkably, Luke was being kept in the Rottweiler's rectum, making a small bulge above the dog's sheath. The tightness in the rectum was unbelievable for Luke who had no room at all to do anything: even scratch himself. He hopped down into the floor and was greeted by shocked dogs. They began feeling the little bulge and licked the fluffy area just above the Rottweiler's boner where Luke was being held.

The incredible Rottweiler would from then on go through this routine once every week, growing an astounding reputation for his tale: how he could stuff wolves into him through his tail hole. Most of the time, though, his new mate, Luke, would be there to support the tale, running through their infamous show for huge crowds around the world. They loved to please the crowd, and they loved the feelings that were involved as well.