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Brief short story inspired by the Skatt Bros. album of the same name.
An aroma of tobacco, sweat, and sex invaded Rael’s sense of smell, while the distinctive beat to Iggy Pop’s “Nightclubbing” pulsated in his ears. The bar wasn’t too empty or too full, just so-and-so. The patrons were donning either leather, denim, latex, or nothing at all. Otters made up the majority of the crowd; castro clones whose fur-covered physiques contrasted with the sporadic twinks’ smoothness. A few were couples, the overwhelming majority were just looking for a one night stand. Rael, a leather-clad, sunglasses-bearing castro clone himself, was a part of the latter.
“Hey, Rael. Looking for a drink?” the bartender asked as Rael sat on the stool.
“Hey, Henry. Yeah, a glass of whiskey is fine.” Henry nodded as he turned toward his supplies to serve said drink.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” Rael paid him and took a drink. “So, how’s Glenn? Out of the hospital?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s more pissed off at having his Harley totaled than having a few fractured bones.”
Rael let out a chuckle. “I probably would be, too.”
“What about you and Aaron? How is he?”
“Dead, I hope.”
“You guys have a fight again?”
“Yup. It’s over. For real this time.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“Eh, don’t be. Dude was an idiot. Needless to say, good riddance. Besides, I’ve never been a relationship type of guy, anyway. I’m better off f*cking around with countless men than settling down with just one.” He downed the rest of his drink. “Speaking of which, if you’ll excuse me, I'm going hunting for some meat.” He took off his leather jacket, shirt, sunglasses, and handed them all to Herman. “Take care of these for me, will ya?"
“Sure. Have fun, cowboy.”
"So many men, so little time." Rael whistled along to “Castro Boy” by Danny Boy and the Serious Party Gods as he kept his eyes peeled. There came a point where he spotted a fellow otter who matched his taste, but ultimately backed away when he noticed a coral-colored hanky on a back pocket. "Shrimper, gross." He kept looking. Too thin. Too fat. Rael has a distinct taste, some may call him shallow. Too muscular. Not hairy enough. Where’s the bathroom? I gotta take a leak. He made his way to the lavatory, along the way noticing a few men giving him the up-down, none of them his type.
“Ugh, fuck yeah, harder.” Moans of pleasure and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was within Rael’s earshot upon entering the bathroom; the ones responsible were too busy relishing each other to care for Rael’s presence. In the corner was a nude man with a funnel sticking out of his mouth, the words “piss freak” written on his chest inviting any patron who might be interested.
“Hmm...nah,” Rael shook his head as he headed to a urinal. "I love watersports as much as the next guy, but first I have to know if I’m into him. Maybe if I were shitfaced enough."
“Get a room!” An unknown voice snapped Rael out of his thoughts. He turned to the origin of the voice, a young man sporting messy dirty blonde hair, a bare torso exposing an appealing amount of fur, latex pants, brooding dark-brown eyes, and a charcoal-colored hanky tied around his neck. It turned out that his demand was directed at the two lovers, who of course, ignored him.
“Haha, him again,” he said as he noticed the so-called piss freak in the corner. “Yeah, sure why not?” The young man walked up to the human urinal and pointed his dick at the funnel as he announced, “Here it comes.” A small push and a soft “Ah” later, golden liquid made its way down the funnel, into the receiver’s mouth, then down his throat. The sub let out a cough--apparently a bit of urine went down the wrong hole--before regaining his composure and continuing to enjoy his drink. Like all good things, it came to an end. The young man shook off the last few drops of piss and pulled up his pants.
“Hope you loved it.” He aimed a right at the masked man’s genitals, the latter letting out a whimper as he yanked on the chains while rocking his head left to right; it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was in pain. “Freak,” the culprit uttered as an insult to injury as he made his way to the exit.
Rael was already smitten by the good looks, but, as bizarre as it may sound, the callous attitude made the young man even more appealing. He exited the bathroom, moving as quickly as possible in fear of his catch being lost in the bar’s sea of men. "Where is he, where is he, where is he." Almost immediately, Rael caught sight of whatshisface, a cigarette in his mouth being lit by another man, the former smiling and patting the latter on the back as a sign of appreciation.
“Hey there,” Rael greeted.
“Hey,” the young man replied. He took a drag from his cigarette.
“Nice place here, isn’t it?”
“It’s alright.” Another drag.
“I saw how you treated that dude in the bathroom, nicely done.”
“Hmhm, thanks. Just treating trash how it deserves to be treated.” Another drag.
“Yeah. I’m into piss too, but at least I don’t sink that low. Enough talk, how ‘bout you and I have a good time together.”
The potential one night stand raised an eyebrow as he took one final drag from his cig and flicked it aside. “That depends.” He took a step back, and proceeded to give Rael the up-down, examining every inch of his being.
“You do have an appealing face...Nice ink, big fan of D.R.I. and Danzig myself.” He placed his hand on the abdomen, toying with the hair a bit before pinching the belly, pulling up a small roll of fat. “A bit flabby, but eh, I’ve never been a fan of cut bods.” He let his hand travel down to Rael’s nether regions, letting it slip down his jeans, his fingers coming in contact with Rael’s cock and balls, he caressed them. “Not bad.” He placed his other hand on the chest, toying with the hair there as well, then running his fingertips across an x-shaped scar. “You get that during an S&M session?”
Rael smiled and replied, “Damn right. You know Ginoli’s? I fucked around with some deluded dude who convinced himself he's a vampire. He told me that he wanted to drink my blood so he could experience the ultimate orgasm. I thought he was bluffing. But nope, when he licked the blood off of the wound, he came with little to no effort. It was one of the biggest fucking loads I’ve ever seen and swallowed.”
“Fucking hot. What else are you into?”
Rael broke away from their embrace and turned his ass towards the young man’s eyesight, showing off the hankies that were stuffed in the back pockets.
“Watersports and…” The young man removed the black hankie, noting the skull and crossbones pattern adorning it. “Skeleton fetish?”
Rael laughed and replied, “Good guess. It’s not a part of the hanky code, actually, I’m trying to introduce it. It’s meant to represent necrophilia. The skull and crossbones is a pretty dead giveaway, no?”
“Hahaha, I’m sure you won’t have any trouble introducing it.” He tucked the hankie back into Rael’s backpocket, grabbing a handful of his ass after doing so. “I mean, you’re not the only guy in here who’s into that.”
Gary lifted his forearm up, revealing a tattoo of a young man lying dead on the ground, gun in his hand, bloodstains on his shirt, neck, and left temple, another young man pressing his lips against the corpse's. Next to the scene was the phrase DEAD BOYS DON'T SAY NO written in red.
“If he’s my definition of a ‘hot guy’...then sure, I’m open minded.” A smirk grew on Gary's face.
Rael’s libido grew. You. Me. Fuck session. Now! “That’s hot. You’re hot.” He ran his hand through the other’s hair, letting the palm of his hand rest on a cheek. “What’s your name, pretty boy?”
“Gary.” He grabbed Rael by his leather collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. Their tongues wrestled with one another for about a minute before Rael worked his way down his lover’s neck, down to his nipples, and finally down to his cock. He made damn sure to take his sweet time devouring the throbbing piece of meat, slowly letting it sink in and out of his mouth, flicking his tongue on the pre-cum leaking piss hole. No wanting to make him cum before they fuck, Rael stopped and let Gary return the favor. Sharing Rael’s sentiments, he stopped, stood up, and pulled Rael by the arm as he mentioned something about privacy.
They made their way down the club’s basement, making their way inside of one of its rooms. Rael pushed Gary against the wall, both men swapped spit once again as they undid their belt buckles. Despite being under-underground, New Order’s “Ecstasy” could be heard on the club’s speakers.
“I always wanted to fuck to this song,” Gary commented.
“Oh yeah?” Rael pulled down Gary’s latex pants, briefly sucked his dick again, turned him around, spread his hairy asscheeks. Ignoring the faint rancid smell, Rael buried his face into the crack. His right hand moved around the front and explored Gary's groin where he came in contact with Gary's throbbing cock. Rael gently stroked the slick end. He spent about five minutes licking and spitting on the anus, fingerfucking it, making sure to get it wet and loose enough for his dick to be able to squeeze through. "Alright, that’s enough." Rael stood up, pulled down his jeans and underwear--his hard cock bouncing up and down upon doing so--spat a glob of saliva on each hand, spread said saliva on his eager dick, and shoved it into his one night stand’s ass; it fit like a glove.
“Ahh, fuck yeah.” Gary closed his eyes, and let out a moan of pleasure the second he felt Rael’s flesh penetrate him, jerking off his own growing erection. Rael started slow, then picked up the speed, the sound of his thighs slapping on Gary’s ass growing louder and more continuous. They flip-flopped, exchanged blowjobs in between, the stench and taste of each other’s musky underarm sweat re-fueling their libido. After a good forty minutes, they reached their climax.
"I'm coming!" Rael announced.
"Don't you fucking dare pull out!" Gary ordered.
"Never." Rael kept his promise, Gary letting out a loud moan as Rael's warm seed splattered all over his prostate, Gary cumming at the same time. After his softening cock slipped out of Gary's ass, Rael dug some of his cum out of Gary's hole, and put his fingers in Gary's mouth. Gary greedily licked Rael's fingers, clean. He returned the favor by wiping some of his own cum off of the wall, and feeding it to Rael. Both men put their underwear and pants back on, and made their way back upstairs.
“Did you love it?” Rael asked. “I know you did.”
“Not bad, not bad at all.” Gary leaned over to give Rael a final kiss, and walked away as he gave him a slap on the ass. “See ya.” Rael smirked as he made his way back to Henry for another drink.
"Serve me another glass, will ya? Pass me my jacket too, need a cancer stick."
Henry did what he was told. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Rael paid and took a drink from the glass. He fished into his jacket pocket for his lighter along with his pack of Marlboro Reds, and lit one of them.
"So how was he?"
Rael shrugged and replied, "A little tight, but he took it like a champ. He claims to be a necrophile and even has a cute little tat that says 'Dead Boys Don't Say No.' But I don't believe it until I see it."
"Ah, Gary. He's a Jeff Dahmer fanboy, always running his mouth about following his footsteps."
"Really? That's cute. Hey, maybe he will. Lotta tasty-looking men out there."
Rael continued sipping from his glass and taking drags from his cig as he bobbed his head along to the guitar licks on The Winkies' "Trust in Dick," singing along to its chorus when it came up.
"Hey," Henry called for Rael's attention.
"Hmm?"
"Cute otter checkin' you out, ten o-clock."
Rael turned to where Henry directed, noticing a nude young man smirking and nodding his head in approval as he gave Rael the up-down. He was Rael’s type, from the facial hair and magnificent coat of dark-brown fur covering his chest, stomach, armpits, and pubic area, to his choker being connected to his nipple piercings. Their gazes locked, the young man winking as he motioned his head towards himself as a way to tell Rael to come over.
"Go get him, big guy," Henry encouraged.
Rael downed the rest of his glass of whiskey, put out his cigarette on the ashtray, and made his way towards his second potential one night stand.
“Hey there, handsome.” The man greeted. “What are you into?”
“Open minded, for the most part,” Rael replied.
“Top or bottom?”
“Versatile.”
“Excellent, me too.” The nude otter pulled Rael closer and wrapped his arm over his shoulders, both men making their way down to the basement. “By the way, I hope you don’t mind bareback.”
“You kidding? I love getting creampied.” Rael grabbed a handful of his companion’s ass.
“Hmhm, well I hope your sweet hole can handle my hose’s massive load.” The one night stand grabbed Rael’s ass in response.
Strange Spirits
An aroma of tobacco, sweat, and sex invaded Rael’s sense of smell, while the distinctive beat to Iggy Pop’s “Nightclubbing” pulsated in his ears. The bar wasn’t too empty or too full, just so-and-so. The patrons were donning either leather, denim, latex, or nothing at all. Otters made up the majority of the crowd; castro clones whose fur-covered physiques contrasted with the sporadic twinks’ smoothness. A few were couples, the overwhelming majority were just looking for a one night stand. Rael, a leather-clad, sunglasses-bearing castro clone himself, was a part of the latter.
“Hey, Rael. Looking for a drink?” the bartender asked as Rael sat on the stool.
“Hey, Henry. Yeah, a glass of whiskey is fine.” Henry nodded as he turned toward his supplies to serve said drink.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” Rael paid him and took a drink. “So, how’s Glenn? Out of the hospital?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s more pissed off at having his Harley totaled than having a few fractured bones.”
Rael let out a chuckle. “I probably would be, too.”
“What about you and Aaron? How is he?”
“Dead, I hope.”
“You guys have a fight again?”
“Yup. It’s over. For real this time.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“Eh, don’t be. Dude was an idiot. Needless to say, good riddance. Besides, I’ve never been a relationship type of guy, anyway. I’m better off f*cking around with countless men than settling down with just one.” He downed the rest of his drink. “Speaking of which, if you’ll excuse me, I'm going hunting for some meat.” He took off his leather jacket, shirt, sunglasses, and handed them all to Herman. “Take care of these for me, will ya?"
“Sure. Have fun, cowboy.”
"So many men, so little time." Rael whistled along to “Castro Boy” by Danny Boy and the Serious Party Gods as he kept his eyes peeled. There came a point where he spotted a fellow otter who matched his taste, but ultimately backed away when he noticed a coral-colored hanky on a back pocket. "Shrimper, gross." He kept looking. Too thin. Too fat. Rael has a distinct taste, some may call him shallow. Too muscular. Not hairy enough. Where’s the bathroom? I gotta take a leak. He made his way to the lavatory, along the way noticing a few men giving him the up-down, none of them his type.
“Ugh, fuck yeah, harder.” Moans of pleasure and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was within Rael’s earshot upon entering the bathroom; the ones responsible were too busy relishing each other to care for Rael’s presence. In the corner was a nude man with a funnel sticking out of his mouth, the words “piss freak” written on his chest inviting any patron who might be interested.
“Hmm...nah,” Rael shook his head as he headed to a urinal. "I love watersports as much as the next guy, but first I have to know if I’m into him. Maybe if I were shitfaced enough."
“Get a room!” An unknown voice snapped Rael out of his thoughts. He turned to the origin of the voice, a young man sporting messy dirty blonde hair, a bare torso exposing an appealing amount of fur, latex pants, brooding dark-brown eyes, and a charcoal-colored hanky tied around his neck. It turned out that his demand was directed at the two lovers, who of course, ignored him.
“Haha, him again,” he said as he noticed the so-called piss freak in the corner. “Yeah, sure why not?” The young man walked up to the human urinal and pointed his dick at the funnel as he announced, “Here it comes.” A small push and a soft “Ah” later, golden liquid made its way down the funnel, into the receiver’s mouth, then down his throat. The sub let out a cough--apparently a bit of urine went down the wrong hole--before regaining his composure and continuing to enjoy his drink. Like all good things, it came to an end. The young man shook off the last few drops of piss and pulled up his pants.
“Hope you loved it.” He aimed a right at the masked man’s genitals, the latter letting out a whimper as he yanked on the chains while rocking his head left to right; it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was in pain. “Freak,” the culprit uttered as an insult to injury as he made his way to the exit.
Rael was already smitten by the good looks, but, as bizarre as it may sound, the callous attitude made the young man even more appealing. He exited the bathroom, moving as quickly as possible in fear of his catch being lost in the bar’s sea of men. "Where is he, where is he, where is he." Almost immediately, Rael caught sight of whatshisface, a cigarette in his mouth being lit by another man, the former smiling and patting the latter on the back as a sign of appreciation.
“Hey there,” Rael greeted.
“Hey,” the young man replied. He took a drag from his cigarette.
“Nice place here, isn’t it?”
“It’s alright.” Another drag.
“I saw how you treated that dude in the bathroom, nicely done.”
“Hmhm, thanks. Just treating trash how it deserves to be treated.” Another drag.
“Yeah. I’m into piss too, but at least I don’t sink that low. Enough talk, how ‘bout you and I have a good time together.”
The potential one night stand raised an eyebrow as he took one final drag from his cig and flicked it aside. “That depends.” He took a step back, and proceeded to give Rael the up-down, examining every inch of his being.
“You do have an appealing face...Nice ink, big fan of D.R.I. and Danzig myself.” He placed his hand on the abdomen, toying with the hair a bit before pinching the belly, pulling up a small roll of fat. “A bit flabby, but eh, I’ve never been a fan of cut bods.” He let his hand travel down to Rael’s nether regions, letting it slip down his jeans, his fingers coming in contact with Rael’s cock and balls, he caressed them. “Not bad.” He placed his other hand on the chest, toying with the hair there as well, then running his fingertips across an x-shaped scar. “You get that during an S&M session?”
Rael smiled and replied, “Damn right. You know Ginoli’s? I fucked around with some deluded dude who convinced himself he's a vampire. He told me that he wanted to drink my blood so he could experience the ultimate orgasm. I thought he was bluffing. But nope, when he licked the blood off of the wound, he came with little to no effort. It was one of the biggest fucking loads I’ve ever seen and swallowed.”
“Fucking hot. What else are you into?”
Rael broke away from their embrace and turned his ass towards the young man’s eyesight, showing off the hankies that were stuffed in the back pockets.
“Watersports and…” The young man removed the black hankie, noting the skull and crossbones pattern adorning it. “Skeleton fetish?”
Rael laughed and replied, “Good guess. It’s not a part of the hanky code, actually, I’m trying to introduce it. It’s meant to represent necrophilia. The skull and crossbones is a pretty dead giveaway, no?”
“Hahaha, I’m sure you won’t have any trouble introducing it.” He tucked the hankie back into Rael’s backpocket, grabbing a handful of his ass after doing so. “I mean, you’re not the only guy in here who’s into that.”
Gary lifted his forearm up, revealing a tattoo of a young man lying dead on the ground, gun in his hand, bloodstains on his shirt, neck, and left temple, another young man pressing his lips against the corpse's. Next to the scene was the phrase DEAD BOYS DON'T SAY NO written in red.
“If he’s my definition of a ‘hot guy’...then sure, I’m open minded.” A smirk grew on Gary's face.
Rael’s libido grew. You. Me. Fuck session. Now! “That’s hot. You’re hot.” He ran his hand through the other’s hair, letting the palm of his hand rest on a cheek. “What’s your name, pretty boy?”
“Gary.” He grabbed Rael by his leather collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. Their tongues wrestled with one another for about a minute before Rael worked his way down his lover’s neck, down to his nipples, and finally down to his cock. He made damn sure to take his sweet time devouring the throbbing piece of meat, slowly letting it sink in and out of his mouth, flicking his tongue on the pre-cum leaking piss hole. No wanting to make him cum before they fuck, Rael stopped and let Gary return the favor. Sharing Rael’s sentiments, he stopped, stood up, and pulled Rael by the arm as he mentioned something about privacy.
They made their way down the club’s basement, making their way inside of one of its rooms. Rael pushed Gary against the wall, both men swapped spit once again as they undid their belt buckles. Despite being under-underground, New Order’s “Ecstasy” could be heard on the club’s speakers.
“I always wanted to fuck to this song,” Gary commented.
“Oh yeah?” Rael pulled down Gary’s latex pants, briefly sucked his dick again, turned him around, spread his hairy asscheeks. Ignoring the faint rancid smell, Rael buried his face into the crack. His right hand moved around the front and explored Gary's groin where he came in contact with Gary's throbbing cock. Rael gently stroked the slick end. He spent about five minutes licking and spitting on the anus, fingerfucking it, making sure to get it wet and loose enough for his dick to be able to squeeze through. "Alright, that’s enough." Rael stood up, pulled down his jeans and underwear--his hard cock bouncing up and down upon doing so--spat a glob of saliva on each hand, spread said saliva on his eager dick, and shoved it into his one night stand’s ass; it fit like a glove.
“Ahh, fuck yeah.” Gary closed his eyes, and let out a moan of pleasure the second he felt Rael’s flesh penetrate him, jerking off his own growing erection. Rael started slow, then picked up the speed, the sound of his thighs slapping on Gary’s ass growing louder and more continuous. They flip-flopped, exchanged blowjobs in between, the stench and taste of each other’s musky underarm sweat re-fueling their libido. After a good forty minutes, they reached their climax.
"I'm coming!" Rael announced.
"Don't you fucking dare pull out!" Gary ordered.
"Never." Rael kept his promise, Gary letting out a loud moan as Rael's warm seed splattered all over his prostate, Gary cumming at the same time. After his softening cock slipped out of Gary's ass, Rael dug some of his cum out of Gary's hole, and put his fingers in Gary's mouth. Gary greedily licked Rael's fingers, clean. He returned the favor by wiping some of his own cum off of the wall, and feeding it to Rael. Both men put their underwear and pants back on, and made their way back upstairs.
“Did you love it?” Rael asked. “I know you did.”
“Not bad, not bad at all.” Gary leaned over to give Rael a final kiss, and walked away as he gave him a slap on the ass. “See ya.” Rael smirked as he made his way back to Henry for another drink.
"Serve me another glass, will ya? Pass me my jacket too, need a cancer stick."
Henry did what he was told. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Rael paid and took a drink from the glass. He fished into his jacket pocket for his lighter along with his pack of Marlboro Reds, and lit one of them.
"So how was he?"
Rael shrugged and replied, "A little tight, but he took it like a champ. He claims to be a necrophile and even has a cute little tat that says 'Dead Boys Don't Say No.' But I don't believe it until I see it."
"Ah, Gary. He's a Jeff Dahmer fanboy, always running his mouth about following his footsteps."
"Really? That's cute. Hey, maybe he will. Lotta tasty-looking men out there."
Rael continued sipping from his glass and taking drags from his cig as he bobbed his head along to the guitar licks on The Winkies' "Trust in Dick," singing along to its chorus when it came up.
"Hey," Henry called for Rael's attention.
"Hmm?"
"Cute otter checkin' you out, ten o-clock."
Rael turned to where Henry directed, noticing a nude young man smirking and nodding his head in approval as he gave Rael the up-down. He was Rael’s type, from the facial hair and magnificent coat of dark-brown fur covering his chest, stomach, armpits, and pubic area, to his choker being connected to his nipple piercings. Their gazes locked, the young man winking as he motioned his head towards himself as a way to tell Rael to come over.
"Go get him, big guy," Henry encouraged.
Rael downed the rest of his glass of whiskey, put out his cigarette on the ashtray, and made his way towards his second potential one night stand.
“Hey there, handsome.” The man greeted. “What are you into?”
“Open minded, for the most part,” Rael replied.
“Top or bottom?”
“Versatile.”
“Excellent, me too.” The nude otter pulled Rael closer and wrapped his arm over his shoulders, both men making their way down to the basement. “By the way, I hope you don’t mind bareback.”
“You kidding? I love getting creampied.” Rael grabbed a handful of his companion’s ass.
“Hmhm, well I hope your sweet hole can handle my hose’s massive load.” The one night stand grabbed Rael’s ass in response.
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