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"writing": "[b][u][center]A Place at the Finest Seat\nKink-Tober 15: Rimming\nFor SchnuppéFloof\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nSchnuppé swung back and forth from the overhead railing, the Australian Shepherd leaning forward, back, forward, back, almost bumping into some of the other bus passengers as the massive vehicle trundled along. He’d apologize here and there, slowing down for a while when he came a little too close to bumping into someone, but soon enough he’d start up again. He couldn’t help it; he was too excited. \n\nLooking down to make sure that he wasn’t showing through the skimpier clothes he was wearing tonight – he wasn’t – the orange, brown, and white dog looked out the window. They’d left the black and white buildings of the financial district behind, which meant that they were getting closer and closer to downtown proper. Schnuppé chuckled, quick-stepping down the stairs from the back of the bus to the middle – \n\n“Hey, watch it!” a jackal muttered as he passed by. “Shaking your ass in everyone’s face – put some decent clothes on!”\n\n“I’m covered up enough for the law,” Schnuppé said, chuckling as he looked back at the shorter hound. “I’m not showing anything that’d get me in trouble.”\n\n“You’re running around in underwear and a harness, kid.”\n\n“And that’s all I need.”\n\nAdmittedly it was a little bit more than that; he had a leather pair of briefs on, thicker and a little hardier than a cotton pair would be, and his harness was a leather x across his chest with various metal d-rings in different places. He’d debated bringing a collar, but that felt like overkill. That, and it was more likely to get the bad sort of attention, particularly from those that didn’t like the idea of kink in public. \n\nOf course, ‘briefs’ was being a little generous with how much of his ass was hanging out the back. He chuckled as he turned away from the jackal, leaning against the support bar by the middle door and adjusting the back of his briefs. The leather had started sliding up between his cheeks, getting stuck there and showing off more of his ass than he really meant to. \n\nSome of the other passengers were muttering about the ‘pervert’ in their midst now. Nothing mean, or cruel, but a few here and there caught his ears. \n\n“The hell he flaunting his ass for?”\n\n“Do you think he’s one of those pride perverts or something like that?”\n\n“Nah, he’s just advertising. No harm in that.”\n\n“Heh, wonder if he’d be up for a bit of fun at the next stop…”\n\nSchnuppé smirked, his tail wagging with each new comment. It had been [i]way[/i] too long since he’d gotten that kind of attention, and it was great to feel it again. If he’d been sure that the stop was close enough to risk it, he might have even pulled the back of his briefs down to give everyone a real show. \n\nBest not, though. Not without being sure. \n\nHe hung out by the middle door for two stops five minutes apart before he heard the announcement for 69th and Pike. The Australian Shepherd tapped the stop button and waited, the bus slowing to a crawl almost immediately, then stopping just outside a neon-lit building. Schnuppé hopped out, landing with a dull thump as his sandals slipped on the rain-slick pavement. \n\nThe bus drove off as he caught his footing and sent up a plume of water that nearly caught him in it. He dodged it at the last second, shaking his head as the transit vehicle drove off. \n\n“Eh, what’s it matter? Can’t kill my high.”\n\nSchnuppé laughed as he turned his attention to the neon-lit building. A massive blue and red sign showed a pair of ass cheeks repeatedly sitting down on someone’s head, and under that were the words “The Finest Seat.” It was a dull little building other than the neon signs, all of which had some sort of anal appreciation to them and ran around the building proper. The whole place was built like one of those old ‘bookstores’ that were meant to blend into the buildings around them, but clearly, whoever had taken it over didn’t mind putting out what kind of place they were. \n\nMost pedestrians hurried by with their heads bowed and their eyes on the sidewalk, desperately ignoring the glowing asses on the building. Others, like him – mostly dressed up in fetish gear, leather, latex, and more that more often than not had holes in the back to show off their favorite bits – were lining up at the door and getting their IDs checked by the hippo bouncer. Schnuppé joined them, pulling his card out of his belt. \n\nHe didn’t have to wait in line long. A rat walked through ahead of him and the hippo’s big, bulging frame turned toward him. The Shepherd offered his card, the hippo took it, and he got a bemused glance from the other male. \n\n“Looking to get railed tonight?” the hippo asked. “Or just get your face stuffed between a pair of cheeks?”\n\n“There’s options?” Schnuppé chuckled. “I’m just looking for a good bit of cheeks to stuff with my tongue.”\n\n“Well, you’ll find that here, kid.” The hippo passed the card back. “Welcome to the Finest Seat. You’ll find Clark behind the bar and he can answer any questions you got. Only big rule you gotta know is that if someone says no, you leave ‘em the hell alone.”\n\n“No problem.”\n\n“Great. Don’t want to throw your sexy ass out. Welcome in.”\n\nThe door swung open and he stepped through. Almost immediately he was slapped across the face with a bitter-sour smell, sweat and ass and cheeks and the underlying scent of hot leather and over-rubbed latex. He breathed it in, his cock throbbing almost immediately inside its leather pouch. He paused, taking another deep breath to savor that scent and the other, subtler flavors: ball musk, pit stink, the sweat that ran down bodies that were at work for so long that they just baked in – fuck, it was good. \n\nHe opened his eyes and stepped further inside. Past the black-box entryway, the building turned into a bar of sorts. There were open tables everywhere, though half the seats were people. He spotted more than a few rodents on their knees, their hands on their thighs or beside their cheeks, either waiting for people to sit down or supporting those that already had. He was pretty sure that the rat that had gone in before him had already been claimed; he saw a tabby cat sitting on the brown rodent’s face, rounded cheeks pressed flush against the rat’s mouth and inviting a tongue in deep. \n\n[i]Mmmm, that better be me at some point tonight…[/i]\n\nGrinning, he looked to his left. A cheap white-wood stage was pressed flush against the wall, currently occupied by dancers. Not strippers, but dancers, amateurs from the way that they moved and blushed and giggled every time that they got a step a bit wrong. They were flashing the room their asses, lifting tails and smacking cheeks, occasionally going so far as to spread them and show off their holes. \n\nHe looked away from the trio of Dobermans getting their exhibitionist kick in and looked to his right – \n\nAnd stared. A whole wall filled with the bottom-halves of other men waited there. He’d heard that there was a Wall of Holes here where men could shove themselves through and leave their asses open for use by others, but he’d never thought that he’d see it. Bears, big cats, foxes, and more were on display, their tails tied to the wall itself and their legs supported on padded shelves at knee-height. Each one was just…waiting, and he bit his lips as he saw some of them groan and push their hips back, the motion spreading their cheeks ever so slightly. \n\n“Fuuuuuuck…”\n\nIt was like coming home to a treat, he thought. Except that this wasn’t home and he wouldn’t be able to stay here overnight, but it was still one hell of a treat for an ass-lover like himself. He was going to [i]feast[/i] tonight. \n\nShaking his head, already just a little overwhelmed at the sheer number of options he had, Schnuppé forced himself to walk over to the bar rather than to the tables or to the Wall of Holes. He should take a seat, get a drink after the long, dry bus ride here, and then figure out what he wanted to do. \n\nNo sooner had he sat down than a panther – bottomless, slightly curvy, but muscular and trim – walked over and leaned over the bar. The fancy vest and white shirt was a startling contrast to his black fur and the edge of his sheath just barely poking over the bar, the tip of a pink shaft just barely starting to show. \n\n“What can I get you?” the panther asked. \n\n“You Clark?” Schnuppé asked in return. \n\n“That’s me. First time?”\n\n“Yeah, heh. It’s, uh, a little much, but – wow. Just…wow.”\n\n“You’re going to love it here. The way your tail’s wagging, seems like it’s just your kind of place.”\n\n“You can say that again. So…”\n\n“You wanna know the basics?”\n\n“Yeah. And a rum and coke…hold the rum.”\n\n“Heh, coming up.”\n\nSchnuppé nodded, looking down at his hands as a nervous chuckle escaped his muzzle. He forced himself to lay his hands flat on the bar and keep them there, no matter how much he wanted to pat away as if it were his personal drum set. He forced himself to take a couple of deep breaths, ignoring the throbbing length in his underwear or the way that his hole was clenching or the hunger deep in the back of his throat. \n\nHe felt like a dog that had been chasing a car all his life, but now that he finally had it, he wasn’t sure where to start. What the hell did he do? What was he allowed to do?\n\nThe panther poured him a coke from the dispenser behind the bar and put the glass in front of him. Schnuppé took a sip as Clark leaned against the bar, wiping his hand with a towel. \n\n“Alright, here’s the basics. You got a few choices here. There’s the ‘chair zone’ over there, by the stage,” he said, pointing to the guys that were on their knees and acting as seats. “That’s where a lot of the guys with plenty of stamina go, since it’s kinda low-effort but high strength. You put your tongue to work for however long someone’s sitting on you, and the only way out before someone moves on is to tap-out. Thump the floor with your hand or foot three times and one of the staff will come over and get you out. Sometimes the customers get a little too drunk to notice, so we keep some staff on hand for that. \n\n“Or, if you’re the kind that likes to get your ass eaten instead of doing the eating, you can take a seat yourself – yeah, figured,” Clark said as Schnuppé shook his head. “You looked like the sort that liked to do the eating.”\n\n“What can I say? I like cake,” he said. \n\n“Heh, don’t we all?”\n\n“So, what’s the dancing thing?” he asked, nodding toward the stage. \n\n“That’s for people that like to get up there and shake it. Or just want to put out their ad for the night,” Clark said, shaking his head. “I’ll be honest, I’ve seen some really weird couples come out of this place. And just as many that crash and burn before they even get to their taxi home. But hey, I’m not going to tell people not to try it out if they want to.”\n\nSchnuppé chuckled. He wasn’t here to get a date, but he could see why it’d appeal to some of the rest of the kink crowd. Having everyone else here interested in the same things that you liked, knowing that you were here in a judgment-free zone, feeling how casual it was – how could you not do something a little stupid?\n\n[i]Still…a dance tape showing off wouldn’t be the worst souvenir to take home…[/i]\n\nHe sipped his drink, shaking his head as he put it back down. \n\n“So, what about the Wall?” he asked, nodding at the various pairs of cheeks sticking out. “That a thing that you can just hop into, or?”\n\n“No, that requires a reservation, heh. Everyone wants to be part of that. Free use, showing off, hard not to get into that kind of thing. If you take a look, you can see everyone’s got a list over their asses?”\n\nSchnuppé looked back. Sure enough, there was a whiteboard panel over each pair of cheeks. Some had names, others had species or phone numbers, but all of them had some basic information. Rimming only, fucking allowed, lube or no lube, condoms or no condoms: it went down the list and was surprisingly thorough and quick. \n\n“Just keeps everything on the up and up,” Clark said. “Last thing I need is for someone to sue the bar just because there was a misunderstanding; I put a lot of money on the line for this place and I don’t want to see it get fucked up.”\n\n“Yeah, no problem. Anything else?”\n\n“Nothing much. Any kind of ass-sex is open in the building. Here, the bathrooms, anywhere, long as everyone’s good with what’s happening. Get fucked, do the fucking, spread a pair of cheeks and go to town wherever. Long as your partner’s happy, we’re good with it in public.”\n\n“Heh…”\n\nIt really felt like something that was almost too good to be true, but at the same time, all he had to do was look over his shoulder to see that it was real. The tabby cat sitting on the rat was rolling his hips, grinding back on the rodent’s muzzle and pushing it in a little deeper. The rat in question groaned, his cock sticking up between his thighs and twitching untouched, oozing from the pure pleasure of being under a hot pair of cheeks. \n\nHe liked that idea. He hoped that he’d get the chance to do just that. \n\n“Any other questions?” Clark asked. \n\n“Just one. What do you think my chances are of getting some fun?”\n\n“You?” \n\n“Yeah. Just, you know, a little bit of feasting,” he said, licking his lips. \n\n“Hmmmm.”\n\nSchnuppé sat up a little straighter in his seat, trying to give the best presentation of himself. He wasn’t doing badly, he knew. He worked out, he had a decent body, and he knew for a fact that dogs were in particular demand for oral work most of the time. Their long tongues and flexibility meant that they could really dig in where other species might struggle, and he knew that he was a bit of a looker, too. \n\nNot that the latter mattered much when you were the one getting sat on or spreading someone’s cheeks for a meal, but it wasn’t a bad thing. He smiled, tossing his ears back and forth like the happy puppy he felt like, the green marks on them flickering in the low light of the bar. \n\n“Heh. I think that you’re going to find a few people. There’s gonna be some that wanna fuck you instead of get eaten, but I guess you can tell them what you prefer.”\n\n“You got that right.”\n\n“And besides, let’s be honest. It’s an ass-lover’s club. You’re going to find [i]someone[/i] that wants his hole eaten.”\n\n“Bartender!” someone called in the chair zone. \n\n“Duty calls,” Clark said, throwing the towel over his shoulder. “Good luck.”\n\n“Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”\n\nAs the panther walked off, Schnuppé leaned forward and stared at his ass. He could already imagine how it’d look with the black-furred cheeks spread as far apart as he could manage, that pink-red hole on display, the faint bit of sweat between the cheeks – there always was some unless someone had just gotten out of the shower – and the bitter-sour-body smell that would come from there. That unique, heady ass-musk was always a favorite of his, and he just didn’t get it often enough. \n\nHis cock continued to throb in his briefs, the tip of his shaft rising from his sheath and rubbing against the leather interior. He adjusted himself as he looked back to the stage – \n\nAnd got the perfect view of a fat-bottomed raccoon taking the stage. Bottomless, just like Clark, but wearing nothing but a bow-tie up top. The ringtail chuckled as he took center stage, his cock swinging from side to side as he put his hands on his hips. \n\n“Alright, gentlemen, looks like we got a good crowd here tonight,” the raccoon said. “So, why don’t you all put your eyes on me, and I’ll get you all in the mood for something good. Give it up for me, Kegan!”\n\nThe raccoon threw his fist in the air, then dropped into a split, one that showed off his immense cake to the room. His cheeks jiggled as he hit the ground, continuing to bounce and ripple as he lifted and lowered himself, hopping up and down with little more than his thighs. The raccoon grabbed his ass, squeezing it and shaking it, and the crowd went wild. \n\nEven Schnuppé stared. It might not have been his preferred ass-shape – he tended to like guys with a little more firmness in their cheeks – but it was still hot to watch someone show off like that. There was none of that coy holding back, or that shy swaying that he’d seen some of the femboys in other gay clubs do. No, this was full-on ‘look at me, bitch’ energy, and the raccoon laughed as he spread his cheeks, licked his finger, and ran it right over his hole. \n\nThe way that Kegan looked at the crowd was a full-on dare: get up here and eat my ass, or sit there and jerk off. \n\nHe very nearly went and did it, and the only thing holding him back was the fact that two other guys – a giraffe and a crocodile – were already on their feet and heading up to the stage to do that very thing. He wasn’t going to fight with regulars; he was just going to enjoy the show. \n\nOr at least, try and be casual and do that. He was grinning like a golden retriever as he leaned back on his stool and squeezed his crotch, and his tail was swinging from side to side as he watched the raccoon get flipped around. Kegan’s ass hung off the edge of the stage, his toes almost touching the ground, and he still managed to bounce and shake his ass as the giraffe and crocodile argued over who was going to stuff their tongues up his hole first. \n\nAt the end of it, the giraffe won, and even Schnuppé whistled as the giraffe’s long, dark tongue slithered up the dancer’s hole. It was like watching a tentacle out of a porno have its way with a hole, and it just kept going, and going, and going, digging in deeper and deeper until the raccoon’s hole was pressed flush with the giraffe’s lips. \n\n“Hell of a show, ain’t it?” \n\nSchnuppé turned around, looking up at a black-furred wolf. The other canine sat down beside him, fluffing out a leather jacket and pulling off a pair of pants, leaving him in nothing but a jockstrap below the waist. The Australian Shepherd leaned back, looked over the muscular curve of the wolf’s rump, and whistled. The stranger chuckled. \n\n“Heh, enjoying the view?” he asked. \n\n“Hell yes.”\n\n“Wanna get closer? I’d like a warm-up before I find someone to give it a good knotting.”\n\n“Heh, you don’t mind a newbie digging in?”\n\n“Hey, new guy means a tongue I ain’t had before. Lee, by the way.”\n\n“Schnuppé.”\n\n“Well, Schnuppé, eat up.”\n\nThat was all he needed to hear. Sliding off his stool, he got on his knees behind Lee and grabbed his ass. It felt just as firm as it looked, and the white jockstrap was just the perfect framing device for those black-furred cheeks. He just loved the way that they looked, how the globes just barely dimpled under his touch, and how they were so eager to be felt up – at least, from how Lee pushed back against his hands. \n\n“Mmmm…”\n\nAs the black wolf lifted his tail, Schnuppé pulled the cheeks apart. The way that the fur looked a little wet down the crack wasn’t a bad thing, and the little bitter-musky fumes that followed made him grin as he looked down at the hole. Well-cleaned and well-tended to, from the look of it. Some of the fur was falling out around the pucker, which told him that it got fucked and teased and licked pretty often. No shaving, either, just natural balding from regularly putting his ass out there. \n\nHe thumbed the pucker. Whatever sort of power was in the cheeks had completely faded there; it opened with ease, parting with a semi-gape, and he grinned as he leaned in and kissed it. \n\n“Mmmm, you better have more than a kiss for me,” Lee muttered. \n\n“Oh, so much more…”\n\nHe locked his lips with the wolf’s hole and dug in, forcing his tongue past the stretchy rim from the first lick. As Lee stiffened above him, grunting and clenching down from the sudden insertion, he kept forcing his tongue in. Inch after inch of wet dog tongue slipped past the pucker, tasting the inner walls and flicking back and forth. \n\n“Fuuuuuck, yeah…Get it in there…good and deep.”\n\nHe was happy to oblige. Even as the wolf rested a hand on his head and nudged him a little closer, he worked on tongue-fucking his way in. Each time, he forced a little spit in with his tongue, making it easier to get in deeper. Lee seemed to like that. At any rate, he squirmed and clenched down that little bit harder. \n\n“Fuck…mmmph…fuck, that’s – yeah, just like that…”\n\nSchnuppé locked his lips around the wolf’s hole, sucking on it and making it pulse against his lips. It felt nice and sensitive, clenching and pushing back, then pulling away by turns. He growled, dragging his tongue back across it, then down over the taint, and then right back up again – \n\n“Mmmph!”\n\nLee pulled him back. Not hard, just a little push, enough to make it so that he couldn’t tongue-fuck that pucker anymore. Instead, he just licked around it, teasingly pulling at the loose thing, making it gape for a few seconds before it closed on its own again. \n\n“Mmm, you know what you’re doing, I’ll give you that,” Lee muttered. “Damn, that’s good.”\n\n“Mmm, I try.”\n\n“You think you can keep going?”\n\n“I got a bit more in me.”\n\n“Then – mmmph – get back in there.”\n\nIt was a gentle push, but a push nonetheless, and that made it a hell of a lot hotter for the already-horned-up Shepherd. He moaned as he had his nose shoved between the cheeks, his lips right back against that pucker and his tongue going back to work. \n\nLee moaned overhead as he kept side-swiping his tongue against the rim, nudging it, tugging on it with each lick. The feeling of that wrinkled orifice against his tongue was just…heavenly. The smell of a man over his face, the pressure of the muscled cheeks on either side of his face, just made him want more. He dragged his tongue backward, tracing a line from the pucker to the base of the tail, and then rammed his face right back under the wolf’s tail, feasting on that hole. \n\nHis hands got into the act, too, fondling, groping, all but massaging the muscular cheeks on either side of his face. The way that they kept clenching around his muzzle told him he was doing a damn good job. \n\nAnd then, there was the commentary around him. \n\n“Fuck, look at that ass-hound.”\n\n“Heh, doing a lot more than sniffing a new friend.”\n\n“Looks like he’s just punching his tongue up Lee’s hole. I bet he’d be going nuts with some of the bigger guys.”\n\n“Think he likes ‘em clean or sweaty?”\n\n“Musky, please,” Schnuppé managed to mutter before getting back to work. \n\nDigging his tongue up and in, he managed to find the little bump that had to be Lee’s prostate. He jammed his tongue against it and immediately felt the other man’s hole clench down, [i]hard.[/i] Lee leaned forward, resting his hands against the bar top, and the wolf’s tail pressed down against the back of his head. \n\n“Hoooo, fuck…”\n\nHe attacked that spot, pulling his tongue back and ramming it in again. Spreading the cheeks wider so he could see that hole stretched taught around his tongue, he pulled his lips back just enough to make sure that he could really slather that pucker up every time he thrust his tongue in. He curled his tongue to combine licking over Lee’s hole with every thrust into it, and in short order – \n\n“Mmmph…mm!”\n\nLee was cumming. The wolf clenched down again, this time squeezing hard enough that he managed to trap the Australian Shepherd’s tongue in place. Schnuppé held still, letting the other man go through his climax, smelling the other kind of musk starting to take precedence. No surprise; he’d licked that pucker pretty clean with all the effort that he’d put in. \n\nPulse. \n\nPulse. \n\nPulse. \n\nSoon, it faded, and Lee let him go. The hand slid away and the pucker’s squeeze eased off. He pulled his tongue back, rubbing his jaw with a smug grin. \n\n“Better?”\n\n“Hell of a lot better,” Lee said, huffing. “Damn. You’re actually new here?”\n\n“New to this place. Not new to rimming.”\n\n“Yeah, fucking obviously.”\n\nHe felt damn proud of himself as he climbed back into his stool. Lee leaned back, his jockstrap utterly stained in the front from his load, but he didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed about it. If anything, he seemed to be flaunting it, grinning as he looked Schnuppé in the eye. \n\n“You busy for the night?”\n\n“Hoping to get a few more asses eaten, heh,” he admitted, shaking his head. “You thinking of inviting me anywhere?”\n\n“Was considering it. Maybe back to the bathroom for a bit of something harder. You top?”\n\n“Not planning on it tonight.”\n\n“Well, if you get in the mood, and if you can pound ass half as well as you eat it, I’ll take it.” The black wolf took a napkin and wrote out his number, and Schnuppé happily folded the piece of paper and put it in his harness. “You make sure to call if you get in the mood. Even if it’s just to eat again; I’ll sit on that face for as long as you let me.”\n\n“Heh, you got a deal.”\n\nLee pushed back from the bar and started prowling the rest of the room. Schnuppé wore a smug smile, but inside he was all but leaping up and down in absolute glee. \n\n[i]Fuck, I did it, I did it, I ate a guy’s ass in the middle of a gay bar and got him off. Fuck yes, fuck yes![/i]\n\nIt felt like he had just done something massive, something worth celebrating. How? He didn’t know, but his tail was wagging so hard that his hips hurt and his cock was just aching inside of his leather briefs. \n\nScooting the stool a bit closer to the bar, he undid the rivetted buttons in the front and pulled it open just enough to – \n\n“Mmmmph…”\n\nThe tapered tip of his cock slid out through the gap, and he almost moaned as the pressure on his shaft went away. He scooted a bit closer, a little more embarrassed to show that off despite having just eaten ass for all to see. \n\n[i]Maybe I should get another drink,[/i] he thought, looking at his empty glass. [i]I mean, just – just a bit. Just to calm down and get ready for the next one.[/i]\n\nBecause holy shit, he didn’t want to stop with just one. He wanted to do that again, this time with someone different. Maybe go to the Wall of Holes and start going down the line, everyone that wanted a tongue up their ass getting one until he got them all to cream on the floor. That’d be a real show, wouldn’t it? \n\nDamn, he was dripping just thinking about it. He started to reach between his legs, thinking maybe he could edge a bit under the counter – \n\n“What’s a seat doing sitting up instead of on the floor where it belongs?”\n\nHe almost jumped out of his skin, whipping his head sideways…then down. \n\nInstead of seeing someone at his eye-level, he looked down at a fox that’d barely come up to his chest if he was standing. The other man smiled, one hand on his hip, and – \n\n[i]Jesus…[/i]\n\nThe fox was a slender sort of man, the kind that came to mind when someone thought of fox bitches and femboy sluts. He had the hips to look almost too feminine for someone like Schnuppé to get off to, and he was [i]actually[/i] naked, balls hanging low, cock already spilling from his sheath, and the tapered tip was wet as if someone had already been sucking on it. \n\nBefore Schnuppé could say a word, the fox took two steps. The first one was onto the stool beside him, the next was up onto the bar. He loomed over the Australian Shepherd, legs spread just enough and at just the right angle for Schnuppé to look up between them and stare at the pucker between the cheeks. \n\n“I asked you a question. You deaf?”\n\n“…”\n\n“What’s a stool doing sitting like a person?”\n\n“I guess…I don’t have someone that’s looking to sit on my face yet.”\n\n“You do now.”\n\n“…”\n\n“On the floor, seat. I saw how eager you were to eat ass. Let’s see how good you do with mine.”\n\nThere was something about having someone smaller, someone that should have been just a throwaway bitch, telling him what to do. The fact that it was a fox – one of the absolute bitch-species – telling him to lean down and offer his face for a seat only made it hotter, somehow. He had never thought something like this would happen, and had always thought that foxes would be kind of pathetic as doms.\n\nHe doubted he’d ever think that again. \n\nAfter a second’s hesitation, he slowly slid out of his stool. As he dropped to his knees, the fox nudged the stool out of the way. The vulpine pointed to the spot that the stool had been, and wordlessly, Schnuppé took its place, kneeling with his hands on his knees. \n\n“You know the position, seat. Come on. Show me that you can be a good seat for someone like me.”\n\n[i]Why is this hot?[/i]\n\nHe put his hands up by the sides of his face, and the fox nodded. He felt [i]far[/i] more aroused from that approval than he had any right to, but before he could question it, his new partner hopped down from the counter and swung a leg over the side of his head. The fox’s fluffy tail ran down his head, his neck, and over his spine, all but thrusting him between the vulpine’s thick cheeks and – \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nAnd then the other male sat on him, the cheeks spreading across either side of his face, and he was drowning in orange-red fur, the world blacked out and all his focus on the dull sight of the pink pucker just ahead of him. \n\n“Keep licking, seat. I’ll tell you when to stop.”\n\n[i]Mmmph…fuck.[/i]\n\nHe stuck out his tongue and got to work. After how well he’d done with Lee, he knew he’d set himself a benchmark to meet. He wasn’t going to disappoint his audience on his first day. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Kink-Tober the 15th, almost halfway through. And here we are with rimming, and a gay club with a bunch of ass-focused guys. \n\nTags: M/M, M/solo, Kink Wear, Bottomless, Ass, Anal, Wall of Holes, Rimming, Face-Sitting, Showing Off, Exhibitionism, Size Difference, Fox, Australian Shepherd, Black Wolf, Panther, Casual, Bar, Orgasm, Cum, Jockstrap, Leather, Raccoon, Rat, Cat, Kink-Tober, Kinktober, \n",
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A Place at the Finest Seat Kink-Tober 15: Rimming For SchnuppéFloof By Draconicon
Schnuppé swung back and forth from the overhead railing, the Australian Shepherd leaning forward, back, forward, back, almost bumping into some of the other bus passengers as the massive vehicle trundled along. He’d apologize here and there, slowing down for a while when he came a little too close to bumping into someone, but soon enough he’d start up again. He couldn’t help it; he was too excited.
Looking down to make sure that he wasn’t showing through the skimpier clothes he was wearing tonight – he wasn’t – the orange, brown, and white dog looked out the window. They’d left the black and white buildings of the financial district behind, which meant that they were getting closer and closer to downtown proper. Schnuppé chuckled, quick-stepping down the stairs from the back of the bus to the middle –
“Hey, watch it!” a jackal muttered as he passed by. “Shaking your ass in everyone’s face – put some decent clothes on!”
“I’m covered up enough for the law,” Schnuppé said, chuckling as he looked back at the shorter hound. “I’m not showing anything that’d get me in trouble.”
“You’re running around in underwear and a harness, kid.”
“And that’s all I need.”
Admittedly it was a little bit more than that; he had a leather pair of briefs on, thicker and a little hardier than a cotton pair would be, and his harness was a leather x across his chest with various metal d-rings in different places. He’d debated bringing a collar, but that felt like overkill. That, and it was more likely to get the bad sort of attention, particularly from those that didn’t like the idea of kink in public.
Of course, ‘briefs’ was being a little generous with how much of his ass was hanging out the back. He chuckled as he turned away from the jackal, leaning against the support bar by the middle door and adjusting the back of his briefs. The leather had started sliding up between his cheeks, getting stuck there and showing off more of his ass than he really meant to.
Some of the other passengers were muttering about the ‘pervert’ in their midst now. Nothing mean, or cruel, but a few here and there caught his ears.
“The hell he flaunting his ass for?”
“Do you think he’s one of those pride perverts or something like that?”
“Nah, he’s just advertising. No harm in that.”
“Heh, wonder if he’d be up for a bit of fun at the next stop…”
Schnuppé smirked, his tail wagging with each new comment. It had been way too long since he’d gotten that kind of attention, and it was great to feel it again. If he’d been sure that the stop was close enough to risk it, he might have even pulled the back of his briefs down to give everyone a real show.
Best not, though. Not without being sure.
He hung out by the middle door for two stops five minutes apart before he heard the announcement for 69th and Pike. The Australian Shepherd tapped the stop button and waited, the bus slowing to a crawl almost immediately, then stopping just outside a neon-lit building. Schnuppé hopped out, landing with a dull thump as his sandals slipped on the rain-slick pavement.
The bus drove off as he caught his footing and sent up a plume of water that nearly caught him in it. He dodged it at the last second, shaking his head as the transit vehicle drove off.
“Eh, what’s it matter? Can’t kill my high.”
Schnuppé laughed as he turned his attention to the neon-lit building. A massive blue and red sign showed a pair of ass cheeks repeatedly sitting down on someone’s head, and under that were the words “The Finest Seat.” It was a dull little building other than the neon signs, all of which had some sort of anal appreciation to them and ran around the building proper. The whole place was built like one of those old ‘bookstores’ that were meant to blend into the buildings around them, but clearly, whoever had taken it over didn’t mind putting out what kind of place they were.
Most pedestrians hurried by with their heads bowed and their eyes on the sidewalk, desperately ignoring the glowing asses on the building. Others, like him – mostly dressed up in fetish gear, leather, latex, and more that more often than not had holes in the back to show off their favorite bits – were lining up at the door and getting their IDs checked by the hippo bouncer. Schnuppé joined them, pulling his card out of his belt.
He didn’t have to wait in line long. A rat walked through ahead of him and the hippo’s big, bulging frame turned toward him. The Shepherd offered his card, the hippo took it, and he got a bemused glance from the other male.
“Looking to get railed tonight?” the hippo asked. “Or just get your face stuffed between a pair of cheeks?”
“There’s options?” Schnuppé chuckled. “I’m just looking for a good bit of cheeks to stuff with my tongue.”
“Well, you’ll find that here, kid.” The hippo passed the card back. “Welcome to the Finest Seat. You’ll find Clark behind the bar and he can answer any questions you got. Only big rule you gotta know is that if someone says no, you leave ‘em the hell alone.”
“No problem.”
“Great. Don’t want to throw your sexy ass out. Welcome in.”
The door swung open and he stepped through. Almost immediately he was slapped across the face with a bitter-sour smell, sweat and ass and cheeks and the underlying scent of hot leather and over-rubbed latex. He breathed it in, his cock throbbing almost immediately inside its leather pouch. He paused, taking another deep breath to savor that scent and the other, subtler flavors: ball musk, pit stink, the sweat that ran down bodies that were at work for so long that they just baked in – fuck, it was good.
He opened his eyes and stepped further inside. Past the black-box entryway, the building turned into a bar of sorts. There were open tables everywhere, though half the seats were people. He spotted more than a few rodents on their knees, their hands on their thighs or beside their cheeks, either waiting for people to sit down or supporting those that already had. He was pretty sure that the rat that had gone in before him had already been claimed; he saw a tabby cat sitting on the brown rodent’s face, rounded cheeks pressed flush against the rat’s mouth and inviting a tongue in deep.
Mmmm, that better be me at some point tonight…
Grinning, he looked to his left. A cheap white-wood stage was pressed flush against the wall, currently occupied by dancers. Not strippers, but dancers, amateurs from the way that they moved and blushed and giggled every time that they got a step a bit wrong. They were flashing the room their asses, lifting tails and smacking cheeks, occasionally going so far as to spread them and show off their holes.
He looked away from the trio of Dobermans getting their exhibitionist kick in and looked to his right –
And stared. A whole wall filled with the bottom-halves of other men waited there. He’d heard that there was a Wall of Holes here where men could shove themselves through and leave their asses open for use by others, but he’d never thought that he’d see it. Bears, big cats, foxes, and more were on display, their tails tied to the wall itself and their legs supported on padded shelves at knee-height. Each one was just…waiting, and he bit his lips as he saw some of them groan and push their hips back, the motion spreading their cheeks ever so slightly.
“Fuuuuuuck…”
It was like coming home to a treat, he thought. Except that this wasn’t home and he wouldn’t be able to stay here overnight, but it was still one hell of a treat for an ass-lover like himself. He was going to feast tonight.
Shaking his head, already just a little overwhelmed at the sheer number of options he had, Schnuppé forced himself to walk over to the bar rather than to the tables or to the Wall of Holes. He should take a seat, get a drink after the long, dry bus ride here, and then figure out what he wanted to do.
No sooner had he sat down than a panther – bottomless, slightly curvy, but muscular and trim – walked over and leaned over the bar. The fancy vest and white shirt was a startling contrast to his black fur and the edge of his sheath just barely poking over the bar, the tip of a pink shaft just barely starting to show.
“What can I get you?” the panther asked.
“You Clark?” Schnuppé asked in return.
“That’s me. First time?”
“Yeah, heh. It’s, uh, a little much, but – wow. Just…wow.”
“You’re going to love it here. The way your tail’s wagging, seems like it’s just your kind of place.”
“You can say that again. So…”
“You wanna know the basics?”
“Yeah. And a rum and coke…hold the rum.”
“Heh, coming up.”
Schnuppé nodded, looking down at his hands as a nervous chuckle escaped his muzzle. He forced himself to lay his hands flat on the bar and keep them there, no matter how much he wanted to pat away as if it were his personal drum set. He forced himself to take a couple of deep breaths, ignoring the throbbing length in his underwear or the way that his hole was clenching or the hunger deep in the back of his throat.
He felt like a dog that had been chasing a car all his life, but now that he finally had it, he wasn’t sure where to start. What the hell did he do? What was he allowed to do?
The panther poured him a coke from the dispenser behind the bar and put the glass in front of him. Schnuppé took a sip as Clark leaned against the bar, wiping his hand with a towel.
“Alright, here’s the basics. You got a few choices here. There’s the ‘chair zone’ over there, by the stage,” he said, pointing to the guys that were on their knees and acting as seats. “That’s where a lot of the guys with plenty of stamina go, since it’s kinda low-effort but high strength. You put your tongue to work for however long someone’s sitting on you, and the only way out before someone moves on is to tap-out. Thump the floor with your hand or foot three times and one of the staff will come over and get you out. Sometimes the customers get a little too drunk to notice, so we keep some staff on hand for that.
“Or, if you’re the kind that likes to get your ass eaten instead of doing the eating, you can take a seat yourself – yeah, figured,” Clark said as Schnuppé shook his head. “You looked like the sort that liked to do the eating.”
“What can I say? I like cake,” he said.
“Heh, don’t we all?”
“So, what’s the dancing thing?” he asked, nodding toward the stage.
“That’s for people that like to get up there and shake it. Or just want to put out their ad for the night,” Clark said, shaking his head. “I’ll be honest, I’ve seen some really weird couples come out of this place. And just as many that crash and burn before they even get to their taxi home. But hey, I’m not going to tell people not to try it out if they want to.”
Schnuppé chuckled. He wasn’t here to get a date, but he could see why it’d appeal to some of the rest of the kink crowd. Having everyone else here interested in the same things that you liked, knowing that you were here in a judgment-free zone, feeling how casual it was – how could you not do something a little stupid?
Still…a dance tape showing off wouldn’t be the worst souvenir to take home…
He sipped his drink, shaking his head as he put it back down.
“So, what about the Wall?” he asked, nodding at the various pairs of cheeks sticking out. “That a thing that you can just hop into, or?”
“No, that requires a reservation, heh. Everyone wants to be part of that. Free use, showing off, hard not to get into that kind of thing. If you take a look, you can see everyone’s got a list over their asses?”
Schnuppé looked back. Sure enough, there was a whiteboard panel over each pair of cheeks. Some had names, others had species or phone numbers, but all of them had some basic information. Rimming only, fucking allowed, lube or no lube, condoms or no condoms: it went down the list and was surprisingly thorough and quick.
“Just keeps everything on the up and up,” Clark said. “Last thing I need is for someone to sue the bar just because there was a misunderstanding; I put a lot of money on the line for this place and I don’t want to see it get fucked up.”
“Yeah, no problem. Anything else?”
“Nothing much. Any kind of ass-sex is open in the building. Here, the bathrooms, anywhere, long as everyone’s good with what’s happening. Get fucked, do the fucking, spread a pair of cheeks and go to town wherever. Long as your partner’s happy, we’re good with it in public.”
“Heh…”
It really felt like something that was almost too good to be true, but at the same time, all he had to do was look over his shoulder to see that it was real. The tabby cat sitting on the rat was rolling his hips, grinding back on the rodent’s muzzle and pushing it in a little deeper. The rat in question groaned, his cock sticking up between his thighs and twitching untouched, oozing from the pure pleasure of being under a hot pair of cheeks.
He liked that idea. He hoped that he’d get the chance to do just that.
“Any other questions?” Clark asked.
“Just one. What do you think my chances are of getting some fun?”
“You?”
“Yeah. Just, you know, a little bit of feasting,” he said, licking his lips.
“Hmmmm.”
Schnuppé sat up a little straighter in his seat, trying to give the best presentation of himself. He wasn’t doing badly, he knew. He worked out, he had a decent body, and he knew for a fact that dogs were in particular demand for oral work most of the time. Their long tongues and flexibility meant that they could really dig in where other species might struggle, and he knew that he was a bit of a looker, too.
Not that the latter mattered much when you were the one getting sat on or spreading someone’s cheeks for a meal, but it wasn’t a bad thing. He smiled, tossing his ears back and forth like the happy puppy he felt like, the green marks on them flickering in the low light of the bar.
“Heh. I think that you’re going to find a few people. There’s gonna be some that wanna fuck you instead of get eaten, but I guess you can tell them what you prefer.”
“You got that right.”
“And besides, let’s be honest. It’s an ass-lover’s club. You’re going to find someone that wants his hole eaten.”
“Bartender!” someone called in the chair zone.
“Duty calls,” Clark said, throwing the towel over his shoulder. “Good luck.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”
As the panther walked off, Schnuppé leaned forward and stared at his ass. He could already imagine how it’d look with the black-furred cheeks spread as far apart as he could manage, that pink-red hole on display, the faint bit of sweat between the cheeks – there always was some unless someone had just gotten out of the shower – and the bitter-sour-body smell that would come from there. That unique, heady ass-musk was always a favorite of his, and he just didn’t get it often enough.
His cock continued to throb in his briefs, the tip of his shaft rising from his sheath and rubbing against the leather interior. He adjusted himself as he looked back to the stage –
And got the perfect view of a fat-bottomed raccoon taking the stage. Bottomless, just like Clark, but wearing nothing but a bow-tie up top. The ringtail chuckled as he took center stage, his cock swinging from side to side as he put his hands on his hips.
“Alright, gentlemen, looks like we got a good crowd here tonight,” the raccoon said. “So, why don’t you all put your eyes on me, and I’ll get you all in the mood for something good. Give it up for me, Kegan!”
The raccoon threw his fist in the air, then dropped into a split, one that showed off his immense cake to the room. His cheeks jiggled as he hit the ground, continuing to bounce and ripple as he lifted and lowered himself, hopping up and down with little more than his thighs. The raccoon grabbed his ass, squeezing it and shaking it, and the crowd went wild.
Even Schnuppé stared. It might not have been his preferred ass-shape – he tended to like guys with a little more firmness in their cheeks – but it was still hot to watch someone show off like that. There was none of that coy holding back, or that shy swaying that he’d seen some of the femboys in other gay clubs do. No, this was full-on ‘look at me, bitch’ energy, and the raccoon laughed as he spread his cheeks, licked his finger, and ran it right over his hole.
The way that Kegan looked at the crowd was a full-on dare: get up here and eat my ass, or sit there and jerk off.
He very nearly went and did it, and the only thing holding him back was the fact that two other guys – a giraffe and a crocodile – were already on their feet and heading up to the stage to do that very thing. He wasn’t going to fight with regulars; he was just going to enjoy the show.
Or at least, try and be casual and do that. He was grinning like a golden retriever as he leaned back on his stool and squeezed his crotch, and his tail was swinging from side to side as he watched the raccoon get flipped around. Kegan’s ass hung off the edge of the stage, his toes almost touching the ground, and he still managed to bounce and shake his ass as the giraffe and crocodile argued over who was going to stuff their tongues up his hole first.
At the end of it, the giraffe won, and even Schnuppé whistled as the giraffe’s long, dark tongue slithered up the dancer’s hole. It was like watching a tentacle out of a porno have its way with a hole, and it just kept going, and going, and going, digging in deeper and deeper until the raccoon’s hole was pressed flush with the giraffe’s lips.
“Hell of a show, ain’t it?”
Schnuppé turned around, looking up at a black-furred wolf. The other canine sat down beside him, fluffing out a leather jacket and pulling off a pair of pants, leaving him in nothing but a jockstrap below the waist. The Australian Shepherd leaned back, looked over the muscular curve of the wolf’s rump, and whistled. The stranger chuckled.
“Heh, enjoying the view?” he asked.
“Hell yes.”
“Wanna get closer? I’d like a warm-up before I find someone to give it a good knotting.”
“Heh, you don’t mind a newbie digging in?”
“Hey, new guy means a tongue I ain’t had before. Lee, by the way.”
“Schnuppé.”
“Well, Schnuppé, eat up.”
That was all he needed to hear. Sliding off his stool, he got on his knees behind Lee and grabbed his ass. It felt just as firm as it looked, and the white jockstrap was just the perfect framing device for those black-furred cheeks. He just loved the way that they looked, how the globes just barely dimpled under his touch, and how they were so eager to be felt up – at least, from how Lee pushed back against his hands.
“Mmmm…”
As the black wolf lifted his tail, Schnuppé pulled the cheeks apart. The way that the fur looked a little wet down the crack wasn’t a bad thing, and the little bitter-musky fumes that followed made him grin as he looked down at the hole. Well-cleaned and well-tended to, from the look of it. Some of the fur was falling out around the pucker, which told him that it got fucked and teased and licked pretty often. No shaving, either, just natural balding from regularly putting his ass out there.
He thumbed the pucker. Whatever sort of power was in the cheeks had completely faded there; it opened with ease, parting with a semi-gape, and he grinned as he leaned in and kissed it.
“Mmmm, you better have more than a kiss for me,” Lee muttered.
“Oh, so much more…”
He locked his lips with the wolf’s hole and dug in, forcing his tongue past the stretchy rim from the first lick. As Lee stiffened above him, grunting and clenching down from the sudden insertion, he kept forcing his tongue in. Inch after inch of wet dog tongue slipped past the pucker, tasting the inner walls and flicking back and forth.
“Fuuuuuck, yeah…Get it in there…good and deep.”
He was happy to oblige. Even as the wolf rested a hand on his head and nudged him a little closer, he worked on tongue-fucking his way in. Each time, he forced a little spit in with his tongue, making it easier to get in deeper. Lee seemed to like that. At any rate, he squirmed and clenched down that little bit harder.
“Fuck…mmmph…fuck, that’s – yeah, just like that…”
Schnuppé locked his lips around the wolf’s hole, sucking on it and making it pulse against his lips. It felt nice and sensitive, clenching and pushing back, then pulling away by turns. He growled, dragging his tongue back across it, then down over the taint, and then right back up again –
“Mmmph!”
Lee pulled him back. Not hard, just a little push, enough to make it so that he couldn’t tongue-fuck that pucker anymore. Instead, he just licked around it, teasingly pulling at the loose thing, making it gape for a few seconds before it closed on its own again.
“Mmm, you know what you’re doing, I’ll give you that,” Lee muttered. “Damn, that’s good.”
“Mmm, I try.”
“You think you can keep going?”
“I got a bit more in me.”
“Then – mmmph – get back in there.”
It was a gentle push, but a push nonetheless, and that made it a hell of a lot hotter for the already-horned-up Shepherd. He moaned as he had his nose shoved between the cheeks, his lips right back against that pucker and his tongue going back to work.
Lee moaned overhead as he kept side-swiping his tongue against the rim, nudging it, tugging on it with each lick. The feeling of that wrinkled orifice against his tongue was just…heavenly. The smell of a man over his face, the pressure of the muscled cheeks on either side of his face, just made him want more. He dragged his tongue backward, tracing a line from the pucker to the base of the tail, and then rammed his face right back under the wolf’s tail, feasting on that hole.
His hands got into the act, too, fondling, groping, all but massaging the muscular cheeks on either side of his face. The way that they kept clenching around his muzzle told him he was doing a damn good job.
And then, there was the commentary around him.
“Fuck, look at that ass-hound.”
“Heh, doing a lot more than sniffing a new friend.”
“Looks like he’s just punching his tongue up Lee’s hole. I bet he’d be going nuts with some of the bigger guys.”
“Think he likes ‘em clean or sweaty?”
“Musky, please,” Schnuppé managed to mutter before getting back to work.
Digging his tongue up and in, he managed to find the little bump that had to be Lee’s prostate. He jammed his tongue against it and immediately felt the other man’s hole clench down, hard. Lee leaned forward, resting his hands against the bar top, and the wolf’s tail pressed down against the back of his head.
“Hoooo, fuck…”
He attacked that spot, pulling his tongue back and ramming it in again. Spreading the cheeks wider so he could see that hole stretched taught around his tongue, he pulled his lips back just enough to make sure that he could really slather that pucker up every time he thrust his tongue in. He curled his tongue to combine licking over Lee’s hole with every thrust into it, and in short order –
“Mmmph…mm!”
Lee was cumming. The wolf clenched down again, this time squeezing hard enough that he managed to trap the Australian Shepherd’s tongue in place. Schnuppé held still, letting the other man go through his climax, smelling the other kind of musk starting to take precedence. No surprise; he’d licked that pucker pretty clean with all the effort that he’d put in.
Pulse.
Pulse.
Pulse.
Soon, it faded, and Lee let him go. The hand slid away and the pucker’s squeeze eased off. He pulled his tongue back, rubbing his jaw with a smug grin.
“Better?”
“Hell of a lot better,” Lee said, huffing. “Damn. You’re actually new here?”
“New to this place. Not new to rimming.”
“Yeah, fucking obviously.”
He felt damn proud of himself as he climbed back into his stool. Lee leaned back, his jockstrap utterly stained in the front from his load, but he didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed about it. If anything, he seemed to be flaunting it, grinning as he looked Schnuppé in the eye.
“You busy for the night?”
“Hoping to get a few more asses eaten, heh,” he admitted, shaking his head. “You thinking of inviting me anywhere?”
“Was considering it. Maybe back to the bathroom for a bit of something harder. You top?”
“Not planning on it tonight.”
“Well, if you get in the mood, and if you can pound ass half as well as you eat it, I’ll take it.” The black wolf took a napkin and wrote out his number, and Schnuppé happily folded the piece of paper and put it in his harness. “You make sure to call if you get in the mood. Even if it’s just to eat again; I’ll sit on that face for as long as you let me.”
“Heh, you got a deal.”
Lee pushed back from the bar and started prowling the rest of the room. Schnuppé wore a smug smile, but inside he was all but leaping up and down in absolute glee.
Fuck, I did it, I did it, I ate a guy’s ass in the middle of a gay bar and got him off. Fuck yes, fuck yes!
It felt like he had just done something massive, something worth celebrating. How? He didn’t know, but his tail was wagging so hard that his hips hurt and his cock was just aching inside of his leather briefs.
Scooting the stool a bit closer to the bar, he undid the rivetted buttons in the front and pulled it open just enough to –
“Mmmmph…”
The tapered tip of his cock slid out through the gap, and he almost moaned as the pressure on his shaft went away. He scooted a bit closer, a little more embarrassed to show that off despite having just eaten ass for all to see.
Maybe I should get another drink, he thought, looking at his empty glass. I mean, just – just a bit. Just to calm down and get ready for the next one.
Because holy shit, he didn’t want to stop with just one. He wanted to do that again, this time with someone different. Maybe go to the Wall of Holes and start going down the line, everyone that wanted a tongue up their ass getting one until he got them all to cream on the floor. That’d be a real show, wouldn’t it?
Damn, he was dripping just thinking about it. He started to reach between his legs, thinking maybe he could edge a bit under the counter –
“What’s a seat doing sitting up instead of on the floor where it belongs?”
He almost jumped out of his skin, whipping his head sideways…then down.
Instead of seeing someone at his eye-level, he looked down at a fox that’d barely come up to his chest if he was standing. The other man smiled, one hand on his hip, and –
Jesus…
The fox was a slender sort of man, the kind that came to mind when someone thought of fox bitches and femboy sluts. He had the hips to look almost too feminine for someone like Schnuppé to get off to, and he was actually naked, balls hanging low, cock already spilling from his sheath, and the tapered tip was wet as if someone had already been sucking on it.
Before Schnuppé could say a word, the fox took two steps. The first one was onto the stool beside him, the next was up onto the bar. He loomed over the Australian Shepherd, legs spread just enough and at just the right angle for Schnuppé to look up between them and stare at the pucker between the cheeks.
“I asked you a question. You deaf?”
“…”
“What’s a stool doing sitting like a person?”
“I guess…I don’t have someone that’s looking to sit on my face yet.”
“You do now.”
“…”
“On the floor, seat. I saw how eager you were to eat ass. Let’s see how good you do with mine.”
There was something about having someone smaller, someone that should have been just a throwaway bitch, telling him what to do. The fact that it was a fox – one of the absolute bitch-species – telling him to lean down and offer his face for a seat only made it hotter, somehow. He had never thought something like this would happen, and had always thought that foxes would be kind of pathetic as doms.
He doubted he’d ever think that again.
After a second’s hesitation, he slowly slid out of his stool. As he dropped to his knees, the fox nudged the stool out of the way. The vulpine pointed to the spot that the stool had been, and wordlessly, Schnuppé took its place, kneeling with his hands on his knees.
“You know the position, seat. Come on. Show me that you can be a good seat for someone like me.”
Why is this hot?
He put his hands up by the sides of his face, and the fox nodded. He felt far more aroused from that approval than he had any right to, but before he could question it, his new partner hopped down from the counter and swung a leg over the side of his head. The fox’s fluffy tail ran down his head, his neck, and over his spine, all but thrusting him between the vulpine’s thick cheeks and –
“Mmmph…”
And then the other male sat on him, the cheeks spreading across either side of his face, and he was drowning in orange-red fur, the world blacked out and all his focus on the dull sight of the pink pucker just ahead of him.
“Keep licking, seat. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
Mmmph…fuck.
He stuck out his tongue and got to work. After how well he’d done with Lee, he knew he’d set himself a benchmark to meet. He wasn’t going to disappoint his audience on his first day.
The End
Summary: Kink-Tober the 15th, almost halfway through. And here we are with rimming, and a gay club with a bunch of ass-focused guys.
Tags: M/M, M/solo, Kink Wear, Bottomless, Ass, Anal, Wall of Holes, Rimming, Face-Sitting, Showing Off, Exhibitionism, Size Difference, Fox, Australian Shepherd, Black Wolf, Panther, Casual, Bar, Orgasm, Cum, Jockstrap, Leather, Raccoon, Rat, Cat, Kink-Tober, Kinktober, ",
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