(Digital)-Gay Nightclub Behavior-(Page 2/7)

 Damaron yelped and looked up in at the Doberman as he was held by his headfur. He clawed at the paw that held him trying to free himself. The wolf's heart fluttered hearing what the Dobie said. He was going to make him a slut and keep him forever. Shock crossed the wolf's face as he was being dragged, unable to keep his footing. He held his paws up on the one gripping his head so it wouldn't pull painfully. They fast approached a door and Damaron had thought the larger male was going to use his face as a battering ram to open the door. They came at it so fast, but just before his face met the door it flew open; the cool night air hitting his face that was draped in shock and fear. Everything was moving so quickly then the door slammed shut behind them. Damaron was forced to kneel by the railing and before he could say a word the larger Doberman thrust his cock and balls all over his face. The scent was intoxicating, and the dick was so big it draped over the top of Damey's head and pre drooled down the back of his neck. Fear still in his eyes as he looked up past the Doberman's very large nut sack to its owner’s grimacing cruel looking grin.

"That's better. All quiet now, just take in the musk of my hard days work, dragging over your little bitch face," Donut the Doberman was going to make an example of this rude little wolf, he looked scared and it amused him. "How you dress and the way you strut around the club, you sure don't have much to say for yourself now SLUT!"

The big dog smothered Damaron with his big ole balls. When he was given a moment to breathe all he could inhale was the strongly scented musk of manliness "I'm not a SLUT! Let go of me!" the wolf cried out defiantly yet his heart was racing and his body was defying how he started to feel he was getting turned on by this stud. The big dog retracted, the firmer cock of his captor hanging heavily in front of Damey's face. 

Story bit by Damaron.

Characters are Damaron and DonutDobie 

Art by me.