[b][u][center]Birthday at the Strap and Strip For Blitzrigen By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Blitz grinned as Faustina stopped the car outside the club. The purple-red sign reading ‘The Strap and Strip’ gleamed down on the sidewalk and the few cars of early-arriving employees, casting everything in a vaguely lewd light. Everyone looked made-up, sultry, and just a little teasing in those colors, and the giraffe in the driver’s seat was no exception. She turned to him, leaning back in her chair as her long neck twisted and turned like a snake in a tree in order to look down at him. “So, is my little foxy looking forward to his birthday treat?” Faustina asked, stroking a finger along his neck. “Heh…maybe.” “Just maybe? Twenty-one years old, two years a personal assistant, and we’re going to be coy tonight, little one?” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with the faintest bit of red burning in his fluffy strawberry-colored cheeks. “Okay, okay. Yeah, I’m looking forward to this.” “That’s better. Do you remember what you’re supposed to do?” “Yeah, yeah. I’m going to be a service sub tonight, yeah?” “Mmm-hmm. And the better you do, the better your reward after your shift.” Faustina loomed over him as she always did. Partially due to being a giraffe, partially due to him being a rather small fox – hey, he was a fennec, he was allowed – his mistress and boss was just…bigger. Nine feet tall compared to five feet, with the sort of neck that made her look taller still, Faustina was always looking down at him. Always teasingly, though. She hooked him by the collar around his neck, pulling him close. He blushed as she pressed his lips to hers, obediently opening his mouth as her tongue forced its way inside. Long, dexterous, and as soft and slimy as ever, it ground against his tongue, down his throat, and into the depths of his neck. He braced against it, swallowing slowly as he had been trained to do, and just let her tongue-fuck his face for a few seconds before she pulled it back. “Good boy.” “Mmmph…gonna get me popping a boner in there if you keep doing that,” Blitz muttered, pulling at his seatbelt. “Going to be popping more than that if you do your job right.” “Kinky.” “Of course. I make sure to keep my club fun.” They got out of the car, and Blitz stretched the kinks out of his back. As the vehicle was made with giraffe sizes in mind, he felt almost child-sized next to it, his head barely coming to the top of the hood and his ears flicking around the height of the windows. His jeans and t-shirt – hardly club-wear, but he had something else inside waiting for him – were in stark contrast with Faustina’s attire, and the leather smell of her tight corset and skirt still lingered in the air around him as he walked around the car. He couldn’t help but stare at her for a moment as he rounded the front. She was [i]big[/i], but in that curvy, super-tall sort of way that always got his attention. Nine feet tall, she was mostly leg, arm, and neck, stretched out to the nth degree, but as soon as you got to her torso, she just…thickened up. He had gotten lost in those big boobs more times than he could count, and the way that her hips swelled and rolled with every step, barely covered by that leather skirt that hugged her tight, just made him think of the many times that she’d sat on his face over the years. After-hours in the office was never anything less than hot, sexy, and sweaty, particularly with the other treat that her panties were barely hiding from him at that moment. With her high-heels clicking on the pavement, she patted his back and nudged him forward. They were met at the front door by a rhino bouncer named Derek. He’d met the other man at several work parties, though never at the club proper. “Heh, finally old enough to come in, huh?” Derek teased. “Hey, I was old enough to get you off three years ago,” Blitz threw back. “Be nice, boys,” Faustina said, chuckling as she patted the fennec between the ears and drawing a groan from him. “I keep the club 21+ for a reason. No need for someone underage to be tempted into licentious behavior while drunk. Best to keep that for the [i]real[/i] grown-ups, hmmmm?” The giraffe managed to keep a straight face for a total of three seconds before devolving into sputtering giggles, and Blitz joined her. The very idea that there’d be anything against lewd behavior in the club was stupid as all hell. A place called ‘The Strap and Strip’ was already the definition of something sexy, and the way that Faustina ran it, it basically required age verification at the gate, and not just for the booze. That said, Blitz hadn’t been allowed through the door until today for the simple fact that the booze complicated things. His mistress made it clear that she’d been looking forward to today, to having him do more than just help her with the paperwork and general admin of the place, but she had to cover her ass until that time rolled around. Now it had. He couldn’t wait. “Heh, alright, let’s get this over with,” Derek said, holding out a large, gray-skinned hand. “ID?” “You seriously have to check that today, man? Come on.” “You seriously going to make a thing of it?” “Heh…point.” The fennec handed over his ID, resisting the urge to bounce up and down on the spot. His ears were already flicking back and forth, and his tail was on the verge of wagging itself loose from his spine in sheer eagerness. His heart felt like it was going to thud right out of his chest from how happy-fast it was beating, and he swore that the adrenaline surging through his system was going right to his boner. And what a boner it was, throbbing away. Not huge, of course – fennecs didn’t get [i]that[/i] big, not that he needed that most of the time – but hard, and stiff, and oh, so sensitive. He kept having to fight the urge to adjust himself as he looked back at the front door to the club, and – “Heh, you sure it’s your birthday today?” Derek asked. “What – oh, fuck off and get a pair of glasses. Asshole.” Blitz took the ID card back from the chortling rhino. “Dick.” “Heh. Welcome in, kid.” Shaking his head, Blitz tucked the card into his pocket before following his mistress through the front doors. He’d seen pictures of the club before, but as he stepped through – “Oh ho ho, yes…” “Mmm, you like?” Faustina asked. “Oh, yeah.” There were four main chunks of the club, plus the entryway that they were standing in. Black walls with purple and pink borders and runners encouraged people to keep moving on, with shimmering lights on the ceiling that ran in waves from the front door to the main room ahead. He followed the giraffe forward, humming to himself and barely suppressing the urge to giggle like a madman as he walked further in. It felt like he was stepping out of the mundane world into a place of sensual pleasure, where love and lust mixed together and became something almost magical. The way that he was guided along by someone almost twice his height only made it better, particularly as he could already smell more of the other scents that she always brought home from work. The soft, warm scent of treated leather, the almost ‘squeaky’ artificial odor of latex, the heated smell of warm wax, and the hot-sour smell of old sweat: it was all there, and he groaned in anticipation as he walked to the end of the entryway. The club itself split into four chunks from there. There was the bar off to the left, where a capybara was getting set up for the night ahead, and it had both a small drinking area and the dance floor attached to it. A few dispensers were set up in the middle of the dance floor, each one attached to cannisters that he knew contained a special sort of lube. That place was meant to allow bodies to slide and grind and slip around each other at all times, keeping the dances close and sensual. To the right, the club’s social area sprawled out, with an attached restaurant getting warmed up for the night ahead. The menu items gleaming on the bar above the register made it clear that all the food and drink was kink-themed, and he knew from past experience – and from helping his mistress order the gear for it – that each of the tables had a tablecloth to hide the straps that were under them for particularly eager – or disobedient – subs. He chuckled to himself, rubbing his hands together. “Oh ho ho, this is going to be great.” “Mmm, not so fast, little one.” “Oh, come on. You can’t –” “You’re working tonight, dear, which means that you’re going to have to pick a section so you can have the right uniform. Remember?” “…Right. Yeah. Yeah, sorry, heh,” he said, rubbing the back of his head and folding his ears over his neck. “Sorry. I, uh, got a little overexcited.” “Heh, good boys often do. Now, what do you want? The bar? The restaurant? The impact walls? Or the rubber service corner?” The first two [i]did[/i] look fun, but Blitz had been imagining what the other two would be like for months. Ever since he’d realized that she’d be bringing him here for his birthday, he’d been thinking about what he’d want to do. There were few other places that’d have the same sort of options as the Strap and Strip, and he wanted the best. And there was really only one answer, wasn’t there? “I’ll go with the service corner tonight,” he said. “Heh, I knew you’d pick somewhere soft and squeaky. Just like you.” “Heeeeeey.” Faustina patted his head, and he grumbled as he tilted it to let her have easy access between his ears. A few scritches later, she had him pointed toward the locker rooms just past the restaurant. “There’s a locker for you in there. Number 21. Your outfit will be waiting inside.” “Just an outfit? And hey, how did you –” “You’ve been talking non-stop about latex, and I [i]know[/i] you. Now, go on. Get over there, get your gear, and report to the service corner. Be a good boy, and you get a second present later tonight.” “Oh? Oh, what is it?” “Be a good boy, and you’ll find out.” “That’s cheating.” “That’s the game, little one.” She tilted his head back and kissed his forehead. “Now, go on. Get ready. We open in an hour.” # Blitz was not surprised to find a latex suit with his measurements waiting for him, though he was a little surprised to find that it had a sleeve for his cock down in the crotch, and that it came with a few other…accessories. He pulled them all out, resting them on the bench in front of the locker to make sure that he had everything. There was a collar with a little button on the tag, a butt plug that was just a little bigger than what he was used to, a bottle of lube that would be enough to flood the suit and then some, and a pair of vibrating bullets. The whole set had been accompanied by a note that explained what each thing was for, but he re-read it just to make sure that he understood it completely. “[i]Little Strawberry, This is your work outfit for the night. The suit will cover you from your neck down to your toes, and I want you to make sure that you lube up the inside [b]really[/b] well before putting it on. I want to hear you squelching around in it. Each movement should have the squelch of slime as well as the squeak of rubber. The plug is there to keep you ready for anyone that comes in solo and can pay the fee for a service bottom tonight. You, of course, can say no, but it’s up to you whether you want to lose out on ‘good boy’ points. Oh, that’s what the collar’s for, by the way. Make sure that you wear that for your whole shift. Every time that you do something that a customer approves of, they can tap your collar to give you ‘good boy’ points. I’ll be keeping track of that for your second present at the end of your shift. Last of all, make sure that the vibes are on either side of your dick. They’ll keep you nice and hard for the duration of your shift. Can’t have my little strawberry being anything less than perfect eye-candy, can I? Make me proud, Mistress[/i]” Blitz smiled, biting back the little urge to grope himself at the commands. It shouldn’t be that hard to be a good boy; he’d been good enough for her for quite a while, after all, and he’d been practicing with plugs and more back at the apartment for a while. He could do this. He could do this so good. Tossing his clothes in the locker, he lubed up the plug and turned around. The effort it took to get the tip inside was minimal, but sliding down to the bulbous base reminded him of the time that he’d bitten off more than he could chew with his mistress. Asking for that big wolf toy last year had been a mistake; it’d taken him almost three months to be able to take that knot inside, and another two weeks to keep it in for longer than a few minutes. But now? Now, he was more than capable of taking bigger things back there. “Mmmph…” With a little effort, of course. He bounced his hips up and down, sinking the rubber toy into his hole, feeling the usual little stretch and heat that came no matter how much lube you added to a toy, until he reached the point where it was stretching him out as far as it could. He huffed, took a deep breath, and sat down – POP! “Oooooh…” A little tremor ran down his spine at the feeling of it just sliding past his rim. The little ache-to-pleasure transition was always a powerful one, and he curled his toes against the locker room tiles, adjusting to the weight of the rubber toy for a few seconds before he slowly got to his feet. No vibe just yet, but it was still a pleasant weight on his prostate, and he grunted as he rolled his hips side to side, getting used to the way that it tingled against his inner walls. Not bad, not bad, and it didn’t stick out [i]too[/i] far, either. Upending the rest of the lube bottle, he all but sprayed it into the legs of the latex suit, making sure that there was a lot of it in the paw-boots of the suit. That’d be the squelchy, slimy area for a while, but he’d made sure to add more as it went on. Setting the bottle to the side, he picked up the ring with the bullet vibes and carefully slid it down his cock, resting it at the very base, just behind everything else. It wasn’t even doing much as a cock ring, considering how hard he already was, but he would imagine that once it got started, it’d be a heady experience. Saving the collar for last, Blitz stepped into the suit. The slimy lube oozed between his toes as he slid his paws into the boots, and he grinned as he started slowly rolling the latex up his legs. Taking his time, he inched the black material higher and higher, sliding it along his legs slowly, taking his time to make sure that nothing got pulled. He kept adding lube, as well, making sure that none of his fur got pulled and everything was nice and comfortable. As he slid it up along his ass, he was more than aware of the sheer tightness of the suit and how it was outlining every bit of him as he went along. Even shifting his weight from paw to paw meant that he felt it flexing and pulling against his thighs, along his calves, even in the gaps between his toes. It was awesome. Along his ass, feeling the little zipper right over his cheeks pressing against the toy, and he hissed through clenched teeth at the happy, pleasurable feeling of the plug going in a bit deeper. He fumbled the latex for a second as he slid the cock-sleeve over his shaft, adding a few glugs of lube in there to keep that wet and slimy, and pulled it up further, further, further. Eventually, he got his arms in, and he zipped up the back the rest of the way. His tail was pinned in place, forced up for the sake of the suit, but that wasn’t a bad feeling. He reached back, the black rubber glove rubbing along the black latex holding his caked-up ass, and he grinned at the way that the suit even offered his cheeks a bit of support back there, making it look even bigger. “Damn, I’m sexy…” Biting back a nervous giggle, he undid his day-to-day collar and replaced it with the work one. It felt tighter, but smoother, more professional than the other one, and he rubbed his latex fingers over the button-tag. “Good boy points, huh? Heh…This is going to be fun.” # By the time he was out on the floor again, the first clients had already arrived. The restaurant was full of newcomers, and Blitz caught the tail-end of one or two subs sliding under tablecloths and getting into position for some other types of ‘service.’ He wanted to stop and watch for a bit, but with that second present looming over him, he knew that he had to actually do work tonight. Besides, he liked being useful. Making his way to the shimmering rubber curtain that covered the service corner, Blitz pulled it to the side and stepped through. Immediately, he was hit with the smell of rubber, latex, and the general cooler, chemical scent of lube underneath it. The smell of sweat and sex was barely present, too, but it was held suspended beneath the rest of the scents around him, almost like it was suppressed and hidden there. He looked around, reminding himself of what he’d seen in the pictures and seeing how it looked in real life. The service corner was where rubber and latex lovers went to have fun. Some of them were drones – and he spotted a few that had come in from outside, one in a cheap suit that had a few rips, another in a high-end thing that he wouldn’t be able to afford for years, if ever – while others were dressed up similarly to him. He saw some guys that had a bulge that was pushed up against their bellies, and others that had a customized suit that nulged them, leaving them with nothing but a chastity ball down there. The floor was almost like an ice-rink in the center of the room. All slick and shiny the way that they were, the rubber drones and their doms could move around with slippery, sliding motions, skating across it to the different restraint points on the walls, or to the different tables to enjoy some social moments. Towels were laid out at the curtain by the fennec, making sure people could leave without being all slimed up, and lights danced overhead to give the whole place a near-hypnotic vibe. Blitz had to shake his head to avoid being sucked too deep into that vibe, as a matter of fact. He rubbed his cheeks, fluffing them up as he pulled himself back to reality. [i]Come on, it’s your first day. You can do this.[/i] “Excuse me?” Blitz perked up, his ears flicking up so fast that his head was pulled up with them. He jogged over to a wolf that stood a good foot taller than him and the raccoon female that he had on a leash. The latter was already leaning against a wall, while the wolf had been about to pull his zipper down. “Excuse me, you work here, yeah?” the wolf asked. “That’s right. Whatcha need?” “Well, my, uh –” “Sub,” the raccoon said. [i]Why so – oooooh.[/i] Blitz saw the matching ring-bulges beneath the rubber sleeves they wore. Right. Probably trying to be something more kinky than husband and wife. He got it, he got it. “My sub,” the wolf said, nodding. “She said that it’d be hotter if I got someone to prep me for her ass. You, uh, you do that here?” “Heh, you know it.” “Oh. How do –” “Oh, just one quick question. Are you, uh, straight, or do you…swing both ways?” Blitz asked. “…I never thought about it, but – uh…” “He’ll be fine,” the raccoon said, swaying her tail back and forth as she reached between her legs, pulling on a zipper. “Just get him nice and slick for me?” “Heh, can-do, ma’am.” Blitz dropped to his knees, helping the wolf get his zipper down. Out popped a reasonably hefty cock, probably would be between eight to nine inches long when it was fully hard, and a pair of heavy…sweaty…hot balls. He chuckled, nuzzling into the heavy pair of nuts. The smell of something so thick and body-scented was nice after having all the chemical, artificial scents all around him. Big-dick energy in a shy-man body: not a bad combination, he had to admit. He trailed his nose along the bottom of that dick, feeling the raw arousal of the other man starting to take shape. That little twitching, the stiffening of the cock just under his nose, and the feeling of it getting bigger and bigger – yeah, that was the good shit. Sticking out his tongue, he trailed a line along the swelling bulge that drew a line along the bottom of the shaft, following it all the way to the head. It was only half-hard by the time he got there, but that was a good bit better than it had been. Opening his mouth wide, he pulled the tip over his tongue, slowly bobbing down, down, down, taking it to the base and feeling it twitch in the back of his throat. Then, he swallowed. The wolf grunted, huffing as he put one hand on the fox’s head, keeping him in place. Blitz chuckled mischievously; some people would have struggled with a dick like this, but he was used to other toys, and other cocks. Mistress had trained him well. He sucked, swallowed, sucked, teasing the shaft from beneath with his tongue and keeping the head lodged in the perfect place for a little oral service. Swallowing, swabbing it with his tongue, he kept giving it all the attention that it deserved. And it fed him with plenty of pre-cum. He swallowed that, too, enjoying the slimy taste in the back of his throat until – “Mmmph…” The fox pulled his head back, enjoying the soft ‘pop’ as the shaft left his mouth and loomed over him. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was just getting it went for the female, he would have loved to give it more attention than he had. It just begged for someone to keep sucking it, to treat it with the love and devotion that it deserved – But it wasn’t his dick to play with. Blitz scooted sideways, tilting his head to the side and giving that cock one more lick before helping the wolf line himself up for the eager raccoon. She gave the fennec a look and mouthed ‘anal’ at him, and he nodded back, nudging the shaft up just a bit so that it rested against her other hole. They slid together, and Blitz gave them a thumbs up before he got to his feet. He started to turn – “Hang on a second.” The raccoon waved for him to lean down. He did, and she reached up with a little wrist-band. New thing, he imagined, and she tapped it to his collar. “Master?” “Oh, right,” the wolf said, doing the same. “Yeah, thanks for being a good boy.” “Heh…you’re, uh, you’re welcome.” He rubbed the collar, biting his lips as he stepped back. Okay, yeah, that felt good. A little tangible reward for – “Mmmph!” Blitz gritted his teeth as he felt the vibes on either side of his cock suddenly kick in. The latex cock sleeve around his shaft suddenly felt [i]much[/i] tighter as his cock throbbed to life, and he had to clench his teeth tight to not suddenly start moaning from the combined feeling of the rolling plug in his ass and the vibes around his cock. [i]Okay, that…that might make things a little challenging…[/i] # It was a hard, but fun, four hours. Blitz got used to the buzzing soon enough, and he was back to work in short order, but every time that someone tapped either a membership card or that wrist-band to his collar, the vibes changed. Sometimes they got stronger, sometimes they just changed their pattern, but whatever they did, they were different, more intense, and that made it harder for him to focus for a while. And everybody seemed to think that he was a good boy. A good rubber boy in a slippery, slimy rubber suit. His head spun as he leaned against the wall, thinking about everything that he’d done. Giving some oral for that wolf had been the start, but it was so minor compared to some of the others. Being a good face-seat for someone getting railed, licking cock and ass at the same time. Being a foot-rest for someone while they enjoyed some date-time with a different staff member. Putting his ass up and letting someone take the plug out and just [i]slide[/i] right in until they were lodged inside. Not even thrusting, just being a cock-warmer for a while as they enjoyed the views around them. And it had just kept going. He’d seldom had more than a minute or two between sessions to get his head on straight, or hydrate, or get himself back to a steady headspace. He just kept getting pulled from one situation to another, and – [i]Fuck, this is hot…[/i] But four hours was still four hours. He waved down one of the other employees, managed to mutter ‘lunch break,’ and got the knowing nod that anyone in longer shifts always got. The tigress patted his back, sending him out of the service corner to the restaurant. Derek was waiting there, probably on his break, too, and the bouncer waved him over. Blitz could feel every last string of slime, pre-cum, and sweat inside his suit as he sat down, and he bit his lips as he felt the toy in his ass grind up against his prostate again, thrusting his cock against the slimy inside of the near-frictionless latex. “Fuuuuuuck.” “Have some water, kid,” the rhino said, passing him a water bottle. Blitz didn’t even say a word as he chugged half of it right from the start. Once he felt a little more himself, he gestured at the basket of fries in the middle of the table, and the rhino passed it over. “Good shift?” he asked. “Fucking hot,” the fox managed to get out. “I didn’t think…wow…” “Heh. From the sound of things, you’ve gotten plenty of, uh, points.” “…You can [i]hear[/i] that?” “They’re buzzing hard, man.” “…I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that.” Normally, he would have been filled with bravado, but there was something about it being his first day that stripped him of that. Instead, he was just…mildly embarrassed. He focused on the fries, instead, stuffing his mouth with carbs to kill some of the hunger from the long shift. “Boss said that she’s waiting for you in the back,” Derek said. “Did she say what for?” “Just something about the points.” “Oh. Uh…did she say I could –” “Yeah, she said eat and drink up.” He probably should have been a little concerned about that, considering the fact that she’d normally call him right away, but fuck it. He needed water, food, and what little rest he could get before she got her hands on him. # The back room was more or less a break-room that had been converted into a throne room. Faustina sat on the throne, her legs half-spread, and a slight bulge pushing up from under her skirt. Blitz glanced at the wall-mounted TV, and wasn’t at all surprised to see the video feeds from the service corner, nor was he surprised that they were showing him and everything that he had done. “So, you enjoy the show?” he asked. “Very much,” his mistress said, smiling. “Here.” She pointed to a spot right in front of her, and the fennec jogged over. She held a scanner to his throat – Beep. Beep. Ting. “Mmmm, very good. Looks like you’ve gotten over fifty ‘good boy’ points,” the giraffe said, putting the scanner away. “And that’ll be plenty for you to get off to.” “Get…off to?” Blitz blinked. “I thought that I’d be getting a present?” “You are.” Faustina slowly spread her legs, her head arching just a little higher as she looked down at him. The lighting in the room changed ever so slightly, throwing more shadow across her face and making her look more…sinister, almost like a villain. He thought it looked pretty fucking hot. “You’re going to get the chance to kneel in front of me, shove your face right into my balls, and worship me for the rest of your shift. And the whole time, your plug is going to be buzzing your prostate and making you leak more and more of those bitch-juices. And if you cum, it’s not stopping. It’s going to keep…on…going.” His cock twitched, the already-thick layers of pre-cum inside of the cock-sleeve rolling and vibrating around his cock with all the buzzing from the bullet vibes. He whimpered as she curled a finger under his chin. “I want you to be a messy little strawberry for me by the time this is done. Do you think you can cum for Mistress a few times before the end of your shift?” “Mmmph…I think so…” “Good boy.” She licked him again, that long tongue leaving new streaks of slime along the sides of his face before she pulled him down with the collar. He hit the floor with a soft click through his knees, staring under her skirt. He was used to the sight of her cock down there. She didn’t tuck it away; she didn’t have any shame about it, unlike some that he knew. For her, she’d been happy getting her boobs and curves, and that thing was just part of her pleasure. She spread her thighs, thick and wide, further than before, and she scooted forward until the heavy, spotty-furred balls dropped down, droplets of sweat visible along them. The shaft just above rose slowly, sticking out from under her skirt, rising over the fennec’s face. It was just what he wanted to see, and the smell…the thick, rich smell of her down there…drove him down. He moaned as he buried his face between her heavy orbs, all but attacking the valley between them with his tongue. He traced that dip all the way from the bottom of her balls to the top, grinding his muzzle into the gap between shaft and sac and just…breathing in, and licking. The richness of that scent, the way that the orbs smothered him from below and that heavy cock pushed down on him from above, drowned him. He moaned, huffing away – Then it started. “Nnngh…ah…ah…” Blitz couldn’t move; the weight of the cock and balls pinned his head in place, and as he was kneeling, there was no way for him to easily get away from her. The butt plug had finally come to life, and it was [i]violently[/i] humming away against his prostate, attacking it and pummeling the sensitive little nub. He could barely catch his breath as it synced with the pulsing vibe around his cock, the bullet vibes hitting him and sending the latex itself pulsing, humming, tickling him all the way down to his balls and across his taint. The constant buzzing and shimmering pleasure down there was too much for his body to take. Hump. Thrust. Hump. Thrust. He kept trying to move, to grind on something, but nothing worked. His hands, previously resting on his mistress’s thighs, were pinned in place as she rested her hands on his. “No touching. Just serve…and let it happen…” Blitz’s whines grew in intensity, getting higher and higher as he shakily dragged his tongue along the giraffe’s balls and the base of her cock. His eyes were clenched shut, blocking out everything but making him focus on her scent and the buzzing down below all the more. The toy almost seemed to grow and shrink, that knot at the base swelling and then coming down again. The constant shift in pleasure against his prostate almost made it feel like he was getting fucked even though nothing actually moved. He kept dragging his tongue along her balls, tasting and feeling the sweat drops running over them. The sheer wetness and richness and saltiness was sensory-overload, but he kept going. He ground his face back and forth in that valley of flesh and fur, getting a buzz from below again and again, almost in time with the licks. The sweat droplets soaked against his face, against his neck, all but marking him as hers. His hole clenched, his cock bounced, and finally, he was forced over the edge, hands-free. He buried his face against her sac, feeling her pre-cum running over his head and between his ears, and he [i]came[/i]. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. The thick heat of his own seed was completely different to the sweat-slime-lube mix that was already down there. Blitz would have fallen right to the ground if he wasn’t already resting against that massive pair of balls and been pinned to it by the mostly-erect shaft over his head and between his ears. The only mercy he got was the way that the bullet vibes went silent, giving his tormented cock a tiny break. But the butt plug… Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. “There, there. That’s one…let’s see how many more you can get,” Faustina said, patting his head. “Now, come on…keep licking. Don’t just use them as a pillow…” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Blitz is having his 21st birthday, and gets taken to a rather fun club by his mistress. Tags: M/tF, Giraffe, Fox, Fennec Fox, Rhino, Wolf, Raccoon, Oral, Blowjob, Teasing, Musk, Sweat, Ball Worship, Size Difference, Birthday Celebration, Latex, Toys, Vibrators, Orgasm, Cum, Service Sub,