Predator and Prey Night
by the Wolf
Rory checked the address again, his saber
tail twitching slightly as he put the last of his bag together. The dark-furred
wolf had showered and groomed himself, feeling just a little flutter in his heart
as he prepared to leave for the club. He'd been to a sex-positive environment
before, but this would be his first time at the new place. After establishing
his apartment and acclimating to his new job in the last couple months, Rory
finally figured it was time to see what the scene in the big city had to offer.
He'd discovered The Fantasy Factory after
a few Internet searches. The place had taken over a building in a defunct
industrial complex and offered various BDSM and other play parties, catering to
a wide variety of desires and even hosting instructional seminars at times. Of
course, Rory felt he didn’t need any instruction anymore, after discovering
enough about what he wanted. In general, it had good reviews, and when he'd
seen an event called "Predator and Prey Night", it had seemed like
the perfect time to try and meet someone there for a little dom and sub play. Hopefully even some intense stuff
if he met someone he was comfortable with.
The wolf did one more check on the small
gym bag. He had his collar, of course. A few different forms of sexy underwear
to put himself on display, as he’d read the place had changing rooms available.
A riding crop and a paddle, just in case someone a little new wanted to
discipline him and didn’t have their own equipment. The thought of that and the
smell of all the well-used leather as he pawed through the bag gave him a
little shiver. Rory supposed that would be enough to bring with him.
He headed down to his car in street
clothes, tossing the bag onto the passenger seat next to him. As he pulled out
of the garage, it felt so good to know that there was a place to go in the city
that wasn’t even that far of a drive. Where he used to live, he’d always had to
leave town and take long drives just to find a halfway decent club, some of
which didn’t really have decent play space. If everything he’d read was true,
The Fantasy Factory had all of that covered.
The address was right when his phone
guided him to the area, but there were no real signs to denote the place once
he got there. Finding a place to park, he looked to one of the doorways and
managed to make out a vague logo of two red F’s in a circle. Had to be the
place if everything was indicated correctly.
He went up to the door, carrying his bag
and opened to it to actually hear light dance music playing and see a
cubicle-style wall set up to block line of sight into the main space from the
doorway. Turning to his right, a female rhino in a corset sat at a high desk
with a computerized register. She smiled at Rory and looked him up and down.
“Hi there. Can I just see your membership
card before you go in?”
“I, uh, don’t have one yet. Kinda new in town. The website said I could pay at the
door?”
Still smiling, the rhino reached down and
pulled out a clipboard full of a few papers. “Sure, you can do that. I do need
you to fill this out real quick and sign it saying that you’ve read the rules
of the club.”
Nodding, Rory took the clipboard, fished
a pen from a basic coffee mug sitting on the desk, and began filling out his
usual information, glancing over the forms. He’d seen similar before, basic
agreements that you understand what you’re getting into, will abide by rules of
consent, the club not being liable if you get into a situation you aren’t
prepared for, no illegal activities, etc, etc.
Skimming it and seeing nothing new, Rory signed and handed it back to the
rhino. Clicking away at her keyboard, she spoke without looking up.
“Okay, so do you want to do a one-month
trial or go ahead with a year membership?”
“Let’s go ahead and do a year now.”
The rhino smirked, “Always good. Any
particular alias you want on your card?”
“No, ‘Rory’ is just fine with me.”
“Alright, I’ll get that printed in a
moment. And that’s fifty dollars for the year membership, plus twenty-five to
attend tonight’s event.”
The wolf handed her a debit card and with
a quick swipe and the whirring clicks of a simple card printer, he had a
membership and was welcomed into the main area.
“Have fun; don’t bite too hard,” the
rhino said with a smirk.
Stepping around the cubicle wall, Rory
just grinned. The main room was a spacious area with the event just getting
into full swing. Off to the side, he noticed a snack area with some basic
machines including drinks and such. Some tables were set about for conversing,
set far enough back in the space to allow for a dance floor. But the really
amazing thing was what he saw towards the back and to his right.
An entire section of the room had been
cordoned off with a little plastic fence set up, the sort one might find as
part of a large building set in a toy shop. A slightly cheesy archway had been
put in the middle for access with a simple printed banner that said “Prey Pen”
across the top. Inside the fencing a whole host of couches, chairs, and
cushions were arranged where subby men and women of
all sorts lounged and scanned the room, trying to attract attention.
Rory loved it. The idea of just relaxing
there, nestled among people, flirting with the more dom
types just outside and waiting to be chosen put a spring in his step. It didn’t
take long checking the opposite direction to find a short hallway that led to
restrooms and changing areas. The build-out beyond it was a little crude, and
the lockers had clearly been purchased second hand, but it didn’t matter.
In the bathroom, he stripped down and
looked down at himself. Rory kept in shape, and he was pleased to see his
definition hadn’t faded too much in the weeks of getting settled and trying to
find the right gym. He was never a muscle-head, and at least keeping up running
helped him keep his lithe frame in some kind of shape. He actually felt pretty
attractive as he slipped into a pair of tiny red striped briefs that left
little to the imagination. Wrapping his custom leather collar around his neck
and buckling it to show that he was a sub took him into another headspace
almost entirely. He looked in the mirror, not a person, not an employee
somewhere, but now an object of sex waiting to be chosen by the right guy. Or
possibly girl if she really had that certain something. It made him feel
amazing.
Rory stowed his bag in one of the cheap
lockers and headed out to the Prey Pen. He walked in, looking around at the
assorted rabbits, rodents, one horse off to the side. He walked by a warthog in
a ball cap and little else already having a chat with a cute-looking female
mouse in her collar and attractive lingerie. As he adjusted his own collar, a
grey-furred rabbit that had been lounging on a cushion came up to him, smiling.
He was naked except for his own shining, red vinyl collar.
“Hey, how’s it going? Don’t think I’ve
seen you here before.”
Rory smiled politely, trying to not to
judge the bunny from the quality of his gear. “Hello. Yeah, first night here.”
“Oh, well, uh, welcome.” The rabbit looked
him up and down, teeth pulling at his lower lip. “You’ll probably be popular.
Not a lot of wolves come into the Prey Pen.”
“Well … guess we’ll have to see,” Rory
said, wondering where this conversation was going. “So … you wind up here a
lot?”
The bunny gave a little snorting chuckle.
“Sadly yeah. Just … you know, trying to find the right one.” He shuffled his
feet a little and spoke haltingly. “So, do you ever, like, go for the predator
side?”
Rory bit back an annoyed sigh. He’d seen
this before in one of the clubs he used to go to and guessed he couldn’t blame
the rabbit for trying. There was something of a macho reputation and
expectation of wolves, but he felt his collar should have made it pretty
obvious what he was looking for.
“Nah, I’m not a switch.” He laughed it
off with the best grin he could manage. “Pretty much an omega all the way
here.”
“Oh, of course, of course,” the rabbit
said with an awkward smile. “Well, uh, good luck. To both of us.”
As the lapin wandered back to the
cushions, Rory looked over the seating, trying to find a good place to park
himself and scan the area. He wanted to be visible, on display for anyone who
might want to start up something with him, but didn’t want to appear too
desperate either.
“I see you’ve met Mick,” a low, rumbling
voice came from behind him.
Rory turned to find his face inches away
from someone’s chest. Taking a half step back, he looked up at the face of the
grizzly standing just about a head taller than him and almost twice as wide. A
white tank top stretched tightly over the muscle of his chest and the paunch of
his belly, allowing his thick arms to show in the open with his lustrous brown
fut. He wore a pair of loose-fitting jean shorts, and he was checking Rory out
at the same time with an easy confidence. The relaxed smile on the bear’s
muzzle and his overall posture screamed dominance that almost made Rory weak in
the knees.
Now this is more like it. “Uh … yeah,
apparently,” Rory said nervously.
“He tries that with just about everyone,”
the bear said, quiet enough to not be overheard before he held out his paw.
“I’m Kevin.”
“Rory,” the wolf said as he took it and
felt it engulf his own.
Kevin’s voice dropped even lower as he
tugged Rory in a little closer. “He’s right though. Wolves like you are something
of a rare delicacy on a night like this.”
“Oh, really?” Rory said, trying to put
just enough interest in his voice. He already wanted to rub his body up against
the bear’s but didn’t want to seem desperate and ruin the mood.
“Really. So I figured I’d see if I could
snatch you up before any of the other ravening beasts around here get to you.”
Rory smirked, though the way Kevin talked
made heat rise to his cheeks. “Think they’re all going to come after me, huh?”
“You look yummy,” the grizzly said, making
the wolf look down and shiver. “But since I got to you first, let’s talk a
little, see if I can take you away. What do you like?”
I like you. He almost blurted it
out-loud, but was still trying to play something resembling cool. “Oh, a little
of everything. Really enjoy humiliation and being objectified. Mostly like to
let a dom take the driver’s
seat and run the show … so I can just be something for them to use.”
Kevin grinned. “I like a lot of that too.
You are such a cute little wolfy.” Rory felt his ears
reddening as the bear stroked the back of his head. “You know, I don’t like
wasting time, little wolf. I want you. So unless you really object or need some
time to think about it, I’m going to drag you to a private room and do horrible
things to you.” The bear nuzzled his thick muzzle against Rory’s triangular
ear, whispering, “Like fucking you like a little bitch for starters.”
A shiver ran all through the lupine body
as Kevin’s chest and belly brushed up against his fur. “No objections at all,”
he breathed out. “Just … let me grab my bag. Has a few fun things.”
“Hmm, sounds interesting. I’ll be right
outside the Pen here.”
He felt like the luckiest creature in the
world as he walked at a quick trot back to the hallways and the second-hand
lockers. Sure, it was moving fast, but if they both knew what they wanted and
wanted the same things, where was the harm? It felt right, and it wouldn’t be
the first time Rory had wandered off with someone who was more or less a
stranger. The enticing anticipation of the unknown filled him while he pulled
the bag out and left his clothes in the locker. He had a good feeling in his
gut about the whole thing.
When he walked back out to the entrance
to the Prey Pen, the grizzly slipped beside him and put an arm around his
shoulders. As they walked together, Rory couldn’t help but notice the jealous
look from Mickey the rabbit out of the corner of his eye. It didn’t matter
though. Kevin the grizzly was like a wet dream in the fur, and he was already
stiffening a little just feeling that powerful presence against him.
The bear guided them past a few tables
and around the edge of the little plastic fence to a hallway leading further
back into the building. It was lined with tall cubicle walls that led into
reasonably sized enclosed areas. Some had a bed, some just a mattress on the
floor, a few other setups available, and some were already closed off with
notes on a whiteboard hanging outside like: “Non-Con Roleplay,
Do Not Disturb” or “Screaming Expected; Safe Word is ‘Oxnard’”. Muffled noises
of private scenes filtered into the hallways, enhancing Rory’s feeling of
excitement and anticipation.
Kevin finally found the room that he
wanted, a wide one with a sturdy-looking sling hung from rafters up above and a
little plastic stack of drawers holding some standard supplies. The sight of
the whole thing made the wolf shiver as he was turned towards the grizzly and
dropped his bag on the floor. Kevin’s thick muzzle pressed roughly against his,
forcing a kiss on Rory that made him go half hard in his sheath. Their tongues
wrestled lightly, the bear’s invading Rory’s thin muzzle as he tried to suck at
it. Claws moved up and down his back while his own paws rubbed Kevin’s thick
chest and belly for several moments.
The grizzly stepped back, grinning down
at Rory as Kevin began to pull his shirt up. “The underwear. Lose it,” he
rumbled in playful command, his own shirt flying into a corner.
The wolf found himself staring for a
couple seconds, admiring the fur of Kevin’s chest and belly, before he bent
down to comply. He pulled the skimpy briefs down, carefully working them over
the tip of his cock poking forward before slipping them down around his ankles.
When he stood, the bear was already kicking his jean shorts into the corner as
well, completely naked underneath. The lupine gave a little shiver as the
grizzly took a step towards him again. Rory leaned into the bear's thick body, murring lightly at the warmth while the strong arms
enfolded him and claimed him. He nuzzled the hearty fur of his chest, inhaling
the masculine scent of Kevin as paws stroked at his ears.
“Hmm, such a good little wolf,” Kevin
cooed in a bass rumble. “Now before we get too far into anything, we really
should have the talk about limits and such. I need to know what you’re not
comfortable with.”
“That’s pretty easy,” Rory said. “My
limit is whatever you feel like. I’m yours to do with as you please.”
Kevin’s body shivered all over against
the wolf’s. “That’s a nice idea, but are you sure? I
mean, with a night like this…”
“Yes, I’m sure.” The wolf looked up and
smiled into the bear’s downturned face as they pressed to one another. “I’ve
been around the block a few times, and I know what I want. I want to belong to
this big, sexy bear and let him do whatever he wants.”
Grinning, the bear held Rory a little
closer. “I like that. My own yummy little lupine to enjoy however I want. But
just in case, what’s your safe word?”
Rory hoped this wouldn’t be a
deal-breaker. He so wanted this big bear to master him tonight. “I don’t use
one.”
“Seriously? I mean … maybe just in case,
we should use—”
“No,” Rory said quickly. “Look, I’ve had
this conversation before, and if you’re not comfortable with it, we can stop
now. But I don’t like having a safe word. When I give myself to someone … I
like the feeling of being completely under their control. No way out; no giving
into any fears or nerves.” He grinned. “So that you can do whatever you want
with me.”
Kevin had to catch his breath, and Rory
could see that the idea was exciting the bear. His eyes widened and for a
moment, he almost looked like a cub at Christmas.
“Really? You mean it? I can do anything?
Can even do … the big D?”
Rory chuckled, thinking about some of the
massive cocks he’d managed before. “Give me all the ‘big D’ you can handle. I’m
yours to use.” He looked down and faced Kevin’s chest again, shrinking just a
little against the larger bear’s body. “I’m a good wolf.”
Rumbling in his chest, the bear leaned
down and gave him and affectionate slurp between the ears while running thick
claws through the fur of his shoulders. “Yes, you are. Such a good little wolf.
And a keeper too.”
Rory nuzzled and pressed his face into
that thick chest, murring while his tail swayed
gently back and forth. He felt Kevin pull away and let out a little submissive
whimper, just enough to make the ursine chuckle lightly.
“Don’t worry, wolfy,
we just need to go over and make a note on the whiteboard that it’s a no-safe
word scene with no limits. Then we both have to initial it so no one
misunderstands and tries to come to your rescue.”
It all sounded reasonable for a place
like this. He watched as Kevin took the dry-erase pen hanging taped to a string
tacked to the wall and wrote “Private Scene”, “No Safe Word”, and “No
Limitations” on the board. He scrawled a set of initials then handed the pen to
Rory. Heart fluttering, Rory scrawled his own initials on the board. It wasn’t
all that hard to find, but still every time someone didn’t blink or call it off
when he wouldn’t use a safe word was an incredible rush of anticipation.
He grinned at Kevin. “Well, guess I’m
officially yours now.”
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