Bad Hallowen – Part 1
The Good Boy
By Otlan

	Matthew stood just behind the black velvet curtains, feeling nervous as he gently tugged at the hem of his short skirt. He couldn't believe he was doing this. It was downright embarrassing, but he needed the money. Outside the curtains, he heard the crowed starting to cheer as soft music driven by a bass began to play and a DJ came on. “Alright, alight Ladies and Gentlemen ~ !...Welcome to the Sweet Dream Club ~ ...We’ve got a special guest to the SDC tonight, a New Dancer who’s ready to thrill and show us his skills ~ ...So please, put your Paws, Claws and Wings together for Matt “Pup” Wulf ~ <3 !!”
With that, the curtain before him parted and a bright light briefly blinded Matt, forcing him to put up his arm and blink, trying to clear his vision as the crowed before him cheered, clapped and whistled. As his vision cleared, he got his first look at the crowed before him. Before the stage he stood on was a sea of tables that disappeared into the darkness beyond. Seated at each table were two Furs of varying species, but strangely, all of them wore plain white mask, showing happy faces. It was kind of creepy and unnerving. He then looked to the left of the stage where the DJ booth was. He couldn't see into it, the room covered with blacked out glass. The music continued to play though, and the crowed was cheering for a show. Before him was a metalic looking poll. He blushed, knowing what he had to do as he looked down at himself. He was dressed in a tight-fitting white button-down shirt and a red plaid skirt who’s hem line stopped just above his knees. Below that, he felt himself wearing a pair of soft silk white panties and matching garter belt, holding up the white stocking that covered his legs.
Taking a deep breath, the red wolf strode forward and grabbed onto the poll, hooking his left foot paw around the base as he twirled around it, doing a little spin and getting the crowd cheering more. Matt blushed. For some reason, they’re enthusiasm was getting him excited, and he wanted more. After a couple of spins, he grabbed the poll in both hands and kicked up, lifting himself up and doing a split in the air, his dress falling down, letting the crowed see what he was rocking and making them cheer louder. Matt was starting to feel really good now, and so decided to really put on a show for them. He stood in front of the poll, a hard blush on his face making him feel feverish as his hips swayed to the music. Slowly, he stared undoing the buttons on his shirt. The crowed whooped and cheered, chanting for him to take it off. He happily obliged, pulling the shirt from the hem of his skirt and undoing the last few buttons, he shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it slide of his body before taking it off entirely, exposing more of his figure. He danced with his shirt held behind him in his hands for a bit before finally spinning it around his head and tossing it out into the crowed. Some of the more rabid fans rushed forward, briefly fighting over it before one lucky lion came up with it. The crowd cheered even louder, starting to chant. “Pup! Pup! Pup!” Matt felt on cloud nine, soaking in the adoration as everyone cheered for him. Everyone, he noticed, except for a man sitting in the front row, garbed in some sort of blank robe. He wore a smiling mask like the others, yet throughout the whole performance, he had not once, clapped, cheered, whistled or applauded. He just sat at his table, watching Matt.
Seeing this stranger just sitting there and seeming not to enjoy the show, Matt decided to tease him just a little bit. He strutted to the edge of the stage, leaning forward and sticking his chest out, his rump in the air as he slowly wagged his tail. “What’s the matter Handsome ~ ?...Don’t like what you see ~ ?...” Everyone began to laugh. The laughter quickly died away though as the figure stood slowly up. All the smiling mask quickly turned to frowns as the large man held his mask and reached back to undo the straps at the back. “On the contrary...” He removed the mask, and the whole crowd broke out into outraged murmuring. Matt got the feeling that this was something that was not supposed to be done. The man in question was a very large black wolf, his right eye a brilliant crimson that twinkled with childlike amusement. It was his left eye however that made Matt flinch. A tally mark pattern scar covered the left side of his face, four perfectly straight vertical lines bisected by a jagged diagonal slash that ran from the side of his head and partway across his muzzle. His left eye was a solid crimson orb, and it was plain as day that he was blind in that eye. But Matt couldn't shake the feeling the tall wolf was watching him, and seeing more than anyone else saw. He gave Matt a wolfish grin as he moved toward the stage, his voice a low, rumbling growl. “I like what I see very much ~ …"
Matt blinked, the raptures joy he’d been feeling quickly burned away and replaced with an icy fear as the wolf approach him, some of the crowed crying out in anger now, or calling for a bouncer. The wolf simply ignored them as a set of stairs manifested in the stage before him. Matt felt himself start to sweat as he watched the much taller man mount the stairs and come toward him. He yipped a bit and tried to back away. “S...Stay away from me...w-whoever you are, keep back, I’m warning you!...” The large black wolf laughed hard at that as he reached the top of the stairs and now stood upon the stage, facing Matt. “Or you’ll do what exactly, little Pup ~ ? …" Matt whimpered and tried to turn to run, but his shoulder struck the poll. Seeing his opportunity, the large male suddenly dashed forward, grabbing Matt by his other shoulder and pressing him back firmly against the poll. Matt growled and tried to shove him off him, but the other male seized his wrist and pinned them hard against the poll above his head, giving a warning growl as he held him, his face less than an inch away from his. “That’s enough of that Pup...believe it or not, I am the one person here you have the least to fear from.” Matt whimpered and tried to squirm free of his grasp. “S...Says the hulking Behemoth holding p-pinned against a stripper poll...” The other male said nothing, just looking at him for a long moment. Suddenly, he leaned down and gave the red wolf a somewhat hard but loving kiss. The smaller wolf meeped, his sounds muffled by the kiss as he felt the heat return to his cheeks, murring and squirming before slowly kissing him back. After a few minutes, the large male slowly broke the kiss, both of them softly panting as Matt glared up at him. “W...was that s-supposed to make me trust you?...” The larger male softly chuckled. ‘Not really ~ ...I just wanted you to know what my intention were ~ <3 …" With that, he shifted his grip, holding both of Matt’s wrist crossed above his head with one hand as he reached down with his free hand and drew one clawed finger slowly down the side of his skirt, the fabric easily parting with a soft ripping sound before it fell away, exposing Matt’s undergarments. The small wolf let out a startled cry. “W-what the hell are you do—H-Haaa ~ <3 !!” His words were cut off as the black wolf reached down, grabbing his crotch through the panties. His large thumb rubbing slowly over the bulge beginning to form there. “Told you ~ ...Gonna show you my intentions ~ …"
He continued to rub slowly, his other fingers lightly squeezing, making Matt let out soft cries of pleasure, his body trembling as the larger male took advantage of and teased him. Matt whimpered. “Aaa ~...S...Stop...p-please...” The large wolf ignored his pleas, starting to rub faster and squeeze a bit harder. Matt cried out louder, feeling himself getting harder. “S-S-Stop ~ !...I...I don’t want this ~ …" Tears began to form in his eyes the large male just smirked, his thumb hooking the edge of his panties, starting to pull down. It was then the small wolf got angry, mustering ever last ounce of outrage he could. “I SAID STOP IT!!!” As his words echoed around the club, there was a brilliant blinding flash, followed by the heavy clank of metal as Matt felt something cold and metalic settle around his pelvis. When the light faded, everyone saw the Matt now wore a heavy-duty Chastity belt, completely with a cage to keep his penis safe and in place while his balls were safely nestled in a cocoon of iron plates, padded on the inside. Matt blinked in surprise, feeling both the wanton lust and ice-cold fear from earlier dissolving, leaving him bewildered. The large wolf chuckled. “So, finally came to your sense and decided to fight back huh?...Took you long enough ~ …" Matt blinked. “W-wait...what do you mean?...” The black wolf opened his mouth to speak, but just then an alarm started ringing throughout the Club. The crowd let out Feral, almost demonic like howls of anger, retreating into the shadows as the Club around then began to dissolve around them. The large wolf sighed. “Too late...out time is up..” He smiled and leaned down to kiss Matt again, gentler this time, making the little wolf meep in pleasure, his cock twitching a bit and leaking a bit of pre. “Don’t worry cutie ~...Well meet again in a time and place of my choosing ~ ...I’ll explain everything then, I promise ~ …" Matt tried to protest, reaching out for the man, but he and the rest of the club soon dissolved, leaving only the clanging alarm.

Matt woke with a start, his eyes flying open as his Cell Phone’s alarm clock blared at him with the annoying ringing bells like an old-time alarm clock. He groaned and sat up, grabbing his phone and shutting off the alarm with a couple of quick, angry jabs. He rubbed his tired face. “Ooohhh, what the Hell was that Dream?...so messed up...I gotta stop reading Romance novels before I go to bed...” He shook his head, then looked at the time and jumped when he saw the time. “Oh shit! I’m gonna be late for work!” He quickly got out of bed, taking care of his morning routine. He then dashed into the kitchen to quickly make himself breakfast, only to find a plate of bacon, eggs, grits and toast waiting for him, along with some coffee, all still warm with a folded note beside it. He blinked. Feeling more then a little creeped out, he moved slowly forward and picked up the note, reading it.
‘Matt, sorry I couldn't stay and explain things to you. I will as soon as I can but at the moment, I’m a bit busy. For now, be a Good Boy until we meet again and eat your breakfast, your gonna need it. Your Friend, O. 
P.S. No, the food is not poisoned or anything. I wouldn't go through all the trouble of saving you just to poison you. Now eat’
Matt blinked, rereading the note a couple of times, his stomach feeling queasy. Someone had been in his apartment last night. Someone with unknown intentions, who could have done anything to him, left before he woke up but apparently stopped to make breakfast. He looked at the food, and his stomach turned. He quickly threw the food out and poured the coffee down the sink. He then rummaged in his kitchen drawer until he found what he was looking for, a can of Mace. He slipped it into the pocket of his coat as he headed out, making sure to lock the door behind him before quickly walking to his car. This was shaping up to be a very bad Halloween.