(Digital)-Gay Nightclub Behavior-(Page 1/7)

After many touch ups and color enhancing here and there, these are the final versions to be released publicly, with some extras for here.

Damaron was having a good time at the local gay club dancing up a storm gussied up in his usual leather gear. The wolf did his typical teasing to the types he had been interested in, but of course never really doing anything about it but giving the patrons blue balls. This one particular beefcake of a Doberman caught his eye. He was bottomless just as most of the patrons of the club were accustomed to being; the only difference was this hunk was security staff, the bold white letters "STAFF" emblazoned upon his shirt.
The arctic wolf paled in sized by comparison to this hunk of a man. He decided to have some fun with him; "Hey there handsome!" the arctic wolf approached and tickled his digits on the larger male’s hips. The larger male's cybernetic eye kept look over the club while his good eye peered down to the wolf. He didn't respond.
"Do you work here often?" Dame asked reaching down to pet the top half of that larger flaccid cock that hung so heftily over the dangling full pair of testicles.
Damaron's paw was then swatted away by the Doberman. "I'm busy. I can't be bothered by a needy little slut. You cunts come in here and always try and distract me when I'm supposed to be keeping tabs on the riff raff in here." the larger male's voice deep but raspy due to the large scar across his throat that came from lord knows what. The large Doberman was really rough looking but handsome by his own right.

Damaron was taken aback, this guy was a real asshole, it's not like the wolf ever put out to anybody, just teased, and something grated the smaller male's sense of pride and he spoke back. "I'm not a slut you big asshole. You know when I first saw you I thought you were handsome. But it turns out you're just a big meatheaded dick with good looks. How dare you assume that just because I flirt around that I'm some easy turn over floozy that lifts tail for anyone that I come across."

The sass coming back from the smaller wolf amused the Doberman. If this cunt wasn't as loose as he seemed then perhaps he could take him and break him for his own amusement. The wolf kept talking even pointing a finger up towards the Doberman's snout. The larger male smirked as he mused to himself, 'I'd probably break this bitch in two with my dick. He would be a prized little slut if he could handle me.'"

"Are you even hearing me?!" Damaron was pissed now not even being acknowledged. He balled his fist and went to strike at the Doberman's weakest point, those hefty dangling orbs. The cybernetic eye was all seeing and before the fist could even start moving forward the smaller male was gripped fiercely by the hair and the Doberman disabled the petty attack as he threw the male to his knees by his hair, disarming his attempted assault on the security staff member. The larger dog smeared his dick all over the bitch's face. "I think you need to use that mouth for something else. I've seen you in here before, always teasing everyone, never putting out. I'm going to show you what you really are. A SLUT! And after tonight if you impress me you'll be my slut. Forever!"
The Doberman began dragging the wolf by his hair out the back of the club to the alleyway where he would have his smoke break and the occasional tryst, but this wasn't going to be romantic at all. This bitch was gonna get put in place. 

Story bit by Damaron.

Characters are Damaron and DonutDobie

Art by me.