That Friday night the club was almost empty, it was almost ten o'clock at night and there were only a handful of people inside. Two couples dancing, another sitting in a dark corner enjoying the intimacy, and a young guy sitting at the bar, fiddling with the glass of his last drink.

That was the scene the new visitor encountered as he stood in the doorway of the place and looked around. The man was a middle-aged wolverine, possibly past thirty, not very tall but robust, with a thick snout, large hands that looked like they could pulverize a skull without difficulty, a dense black fur peeking out of his chest, and a bulge that pressed against his jeans, making it clear the size of what the male was carrying between his legs. The mustelid was dressed in a long black leather jacket, dark blue jeans with a chain hanging down his left side, and dark leather boots that looked freshly polished.

The target was clear, not that there were any more to choose from, so the masculine beast strode purposefully over to the bar and sat down next to the lone canine. The other male was a young German shepherd with a light coat and particularly long fangs, the clothing he wore was of a friendlier style than that of the wolverine, and despite not turning his gaze towards the man who just sat down next to him, his tail began to wag pendulously and frantically, as if it were a broom sweeping the floor.

The wolverine raised his hand to get the attention of the bartender, a tall Dalmatian wearing a shirt whiter than his coat, "A whiskey for me, and another round of whatever this little guy is drinking," the male ordered, pointing his thumb at the canine sitting next to him.

The German shepherd turned his gaze to look at the male, put on a smile revealing his huge long fangs, leaned his elbow on the bar and rested his head on his fist, "You are aware that I am taller than you right?" he said with a chuckle.

With a very feminine delicacy, the Dalmatian poured a wide glass and tumbler of whiskey for the burly male, and refilled the slender canine's glass.

The wolverine smiled, showing his thick, sharp teeth, took a swig of his drink and looked at the canine sitting next to him, "I'm sure your height won't matter much when you're lying on the bed, chewing on the pillow," the male said in a calm tone.

Something awoke between the canine's legs as he imagined the situation with that burly male. A perverse, hidden pleasure lurked inside the young German shepherd, a need to be dominated by a strong male, put in his place as an obedient female.

"What's your name, boy?" the mustelid asked.

The canine blushed, and playing with his hands, replied, "Jagger, and you?"

"Svenrik. Though you don't need to remember, after I'm done with you, everyone's on their own," the man replied and clarified.

The shepherd raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Wow... how romantic."

Svenrik dropped his right hand heavily on the boy's leg and squeezed it, "I'm sure you're not the type to appreciate a bouquet of roses, I can tell by the anxious trembling of your little legs."

Jagger almost jumped as he felt the huge hand on his person but, as he listened to the wolverine's deep voice, he brought his own hand over the other male's hand to caress it shyly, "Maybe you're right..."

The mustelid smiled again, grabbed the shepherd's small hand and brought it up to his crotch, inviting the small male to feel his genitals.

Taking a discreet sip of his drink, while looking away from the bar, the canine accepted the invitation and plunged his hand down the front of the other male's pants. Immediately, Jagger could feel a tuft of hair extending down to a small but very thick tube of flesh resting on a pair of huge, warm, hairy balls that would not fit in one hand. Also, at the tip of that masculine barrel, the canine's fingers met something metallic, a piercing.

Svenrik finished his drink, settled the glass on the bar and observed the shepherd with a smile, "How do you like the stuff I carry?"

"It's...very tempting," Jagger admitted.

"Well, we could go to the alley or the park and make you feel it in your ass," the wolverine offered.

"I don't know...the night's kind of cold. Why don't we go to my apartment?" asked the pastor.

"Sounds good to me. Besides, it's more comfortable to fuck a female on a bed instead of a wall next to a dumpster," the mustelid said, getting up from the stool next to the bar and pulling the tall canine's hand out of his privates.

Svenrik snapped his fingers to get the attention of the bartender, who came over instantly. The little Dalmatian stared at the sultry male, unable to help but blush, his little short-haired tail wagging like a whip.

The wolverine dropped a piece of paper on the bar with his phone number on it, "When your shift is over, write to me and I'll come back for you. I promise that when I'm done with you you'll have to take a whole week's leave to recover," the man promised the little canine who was nodding with a huge grin and trembling with excitement.

When the two men left the club, Svenrik indicated to his companion where his motorcycle was, they both mounted and Jagger marked the route for him by the gps of his cell phone. The ride wasn't long, the German shepherd lived only about eleven blocks from the club, in a cheap apartment complex.

Svenrik got off his motorcycle and cracked his neck, "I hope I don't have to run out in the middle of the night with my dick in the air to beat to death some asshole trying to steal my bike," he warned the canine, having to look up a bit to stare him straight in the eye.

Jagger let out a chuckle as he reached into his pockets for his keys, "Don't worry, it's a quiet area, no one will touch anything here. "

"I'll take your word," the mustelid replied, and rested one of his thick hands on the canine's backside, squeezing it a little.

The shepherd was startled to feel the strong male touch him as if he were picking out a ripe fruit at the greengrocer's, Jagger tried to free himself from the grip in vain, the mustelid had far superior strength, and they advanced to the apartment practically glued together.

Upon entering the apartment, the canine turned on the light and took off his jacket, "Leave your coat anywhere, I have some cold beers in the fridge in case..." but before Jagger could finish speaking, the wolverine slammed the door shut, grabbed the canine's arm and slammed him against the wall, groping his butt with greater force and kissing him, plunging his thick tongue into his muzzle.

Again, the canine tried to free himself from the powerful hands of the male he had brought home, but realizing that his body no longer belonged to him, and that Svenrik would do whatever he wanted with him, he simply let the mustelid do as he wished while he tried to calm down and take advantage of the brief intervals he had to be able to breathe before that thick tongue once again made its way into his mouth.

As the mustelid devoured him, the canine sniffed the small male, filling his lungs with the manly scent of tobacco, sweat and whiskey emanating from his hair and leather jacket.

About twenty minutes later, Svenrik released the canine, "On your knees, female," he ordered.

Jagger wiped the drool from his muzzle with the sleeve of his shirt and hurried to his knees, took a breath and stood waiting for the other man, who would be his owner for the rest of the night.

Svenrik unzipped his pants and let them drop to his knees, allowing his thick member to come out, which was already almost fully erect. The mustelid wore no underwear, because he preferred his balls to feel free, balls that now hung at least five centimeters from the tube of flesh that would shortly rest in the canine's bowels. 

The wolverine made a gesture, signaling the shepherd to begin worshipping his new god. Jagger, wagging his tail in all directions as he stared at the pair of hairy balls dangling in front of him. He quickly stuck his snout into the mustelid's genitals and inhaled deeply, the manly smell was so potent that the canine's legs were shaking. Those testicles felt so warm and soft, it was an exotic luxury to be able to be in contact with them, the canine thought as he used his snout to lift the wolverine's balls.

Svenrik paused for a moment to enjoy how his new female adored his manhood, then grabbed one of the canine's ears and raised his muzzle to the height of his member, which he held tightly in his other hand. The wolverine hit the canine's snout several times with his penis, moistening his nose and lips with abundant precum, which flowed down the corner of the young shepherd's lips, his long fangs and his chin. 

"What a good hungry female, Where do you want my cumshot? Do you swallow it or are you going to want it in your ass?" asked the burly male, sketching a perverted grin as he watched the submissive canine kneeling in front of him.

"Give it to me in the ass, please!" moaned Jagger as he used his tongue to collect and swallow as much precum as he could.

Svenrik laughed and released the canine," Fine, then show me where the bed is. I didn't come all this way to fuck you against the wall!"

Jagger gave his guest's thick member one last lick and hurried to get up, "This way!"

The wolverine followed the tall canine through his apartment to his bedroom. In the room was a large bed with several pillows, in one corner was a computer that looked quite expensive, and next to it was a drafting table of those used by engineers, on the wall were several posters of rock bands and model aircraft fighters, and scattered around the floor of the room were a few stuffed tigers.

Svenrik bent down to pick up one of the stuffed animals and squeezed it in his hand, "Lovely..." he murmured smiling.

"That one's named Robert," the canine replied, as he finished removing his pants, revealing his underwear: blue jockstraps that lifted his round, toned butt quite a bit.

The wolverine's mouth dropped open at the sight of that tight ass, and as he watched the other man get on all fours on the bed, he let go of the stuffed animal and lunged at the canine. Svenrik grabbed Jagger's buttocks with both hands and pulled them apart, exposing the shepherd's anus, a tiny ring of pink flesh, quite tight and eye-catching. The burly male plunged his nose into his female's hole, and took a couple of deep breaths, the soapy smell brought a smile to the mustelid's face, who licked his lips and immediately penetrated Jagger with his thick tongue.

The canine let out a moan as he felt that wet appendage making its way inside him. An intimate pleasure made him start panting and arching his back, he really needed to feel that masculine touch from a dominant male for quite some time.

Svenrik finished tasting the young canine's anus, and climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind the man who was about to turn his female, "You have a very tasty ass, When was the last time anyone took care of it?"

Jagger blushed and lifted his tail as high as he could to make room for whatever the mustelid wanted to do, "Three months, I think..." muttered the canine.

The wolverine rested his thick member at the entrance, further moistening the shepherd's tight anus, and making him feel the cool but smooth metal of the piercing on his glans, "Looks pretty tight..."

"Yes... Could you use lube?" the canine asked pleadingly.

"Ha! Of course, Where is it?" agreed the male, with a wide grin that showed all the sharp little teeth.

Jagger pointed to the top drawer of his bedside table, and the mustelid scrambled for it. The plastic bottle Svenrik found was nearly empty, then he returned to his position, opened it and poured the entire contents along his penis, "Wow, you seem to use this thing quite a bit," the male said, tossing the empty bottle into a corner of the room.

"Yeah, I like to use it to masturbate..." admitted the canine as he watched the other man slowly masturbate.

"I prefer it not to be so slippery," Svenrik explained, holding his member and pointing at his target with one hand while stretching one of the canine's buttocks with the other. 

"Well, it's just a matter of feeling a-FUUUUCK!" Jagger interrupted his words with a yelp as he felt that thick piece of meat slide inside him mercilessly.

Fully sinking his cock in, Svenrik grabbed the other male's hips with both hands and settled back, preparing to begin the thrusts as he enjoyed the warm, tight bowels of his new female.

"Whew... what a nice hole," growled the mustelid.

"Aah! Damn animal, I'd appreciate walking again after this!" the canine whined, moaning and letting out slight yelps as he tried to resist the thick phallus lodged inside him.

The wolverine let out a chuckle, "You knew what you were in for from the moment you touched my balls at the club," he said to the canine.

"Could you be a little more careful?" groaned Jagger, his jaw quivering and both hands clenching the sheets of his bed tightly.

Svenrik pulled more than half of his penis out of the canine's ass, "I'll make a note of that, but for now hold it!" said the male, and plunged his member back in fully, causing his huge balls to ram sharply into his female's.

"No! Wait!" cried Jagger as he felt the wild beast above him begin to ram him.

The wolverine grabbed the German Shepherd's head with one hand and plunged the noisy canine's face into the pillow, "Don't be so noisy, I'll be done soon!" growled the male.

The canine clenched his fist and punched the bed several times as his howls were muffled by the pillow, but a tingle took over his genitals, causing his member to pop out of its sheath and squirt uncontrollably, wetting his underwear, shaping a stain on the fabric of the jockstrap.

Svenrik paused for a moment, after a particularly strong thrust, and lifted the canine's head, holding him by the hair. Jagger's face was flushed, his tongue lolled down the side of his muzzle, and the wetness in the fur around his eyes denoted the tears the canine had shared with his pillow.

"I'm almost done, Are you still alive?" asked the wolverine, letting out a chuckle.

The shepherd looked into the eyes of the burly man who had been fucking him savagely, "I'm fine, continue... please," the dog answered between moans.

Picking up his pace, the mustelid resumed penetrating his submissive host with brutal thrusts, bouncing his pelvis against that round, hard ass, which responded with the resounding clash of flesh, and a few canine moans that could barely be heard over the shaking of bodies.

Svenrik slipped his arms behind the shepherd's arms and gripped him firmly, ramming his female with short, quick strokes, barely pulling his cock out of Jagger's insides, until the wolverine let out a roar and went completely still as he ejaculated deeply into the other male.

Jagger let out a squeal, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, feeling that thick tube of flesh pulsing and flooding his bowels with the male juice of the dominant stud who had chosen to make him his female that night.

After resting for a good while on the tall canine, the wolverine lifted himself off the submissive male, pulling his penis out of the shepherd's abused anus. As Svenrik panted, still catching his breath, a trickle of semen connected the piercing in his glans to the hole where it had been lodged.

Svenrik grabbed his member and wiped it with his hand as he observed how open Jagger's hole had become, "Fuck, what a nice asshole! You were more open than my cousin's ass the first time I fucked him!" exclaimed the wolverine, as he saw how that anus, slowly dripping with thick white sperm, struggled in vain to close.

Jagger sighed, "I think I'll spend a whole week in bed..." he groaned.

The stocky, short male let out a chuckle, "Next time you go looking for a man, stick your fingers in and open up a little."

"Yes daddy, maybe I'll remember that next time," the canine growled.

Svenrik got out of bed, and shook his hand, spurting semen and lube onto the bedroom floor, "Where's the bathroom? I have to pee," he asked the long shepherd, who was still lying down.

The young male stretched out his hand, pointing to the wall, "It's the next room, the switch is behind the door," the canine replied, then straightened his back and settled his head on the pillow.

The wolverine nodded and went to the bathroom, leaving the shepherd, who seemed to have suffered the impact of a bulldozer, to rest. The silence of the apartment was interrupted by the sonorous liquid falling under pressure inside the toilet, and then a phone call that could be clearly heard as the male finished urinating.

"Hello, I finished my shift. Are you free?" asked another male voice on the other end of the phone.

"Of course I am! Wait for me in the club alley, I'll be there in fifteen minutes," Svenrik ordered.

The wolverine peeked into the canine's bedroom, said goodbye, then picked up his clothes, dressed quietly and left. To Jagger's ears came the sound of the motorcycle's engine starting, accelerating and then slowly dying down in the distance, advancing to his next female.