The New Guest-Confronted
"Hello Pete, hello Carol. How was the drive?" I said, as I opened the door to the rented hotel room and stepped aside, allowing the first guests of the evening entrance. 
"The same as usual, long" Pete replied, stepping into the room, Carol in quiet tow. 
No surprise there, Carol is a really shy person, until the show gets started at least. Pete and Carol drive in to my monthly events from just a little under three hours away. It is well worth the drive and the cost. I will receive two more couples and a new comer to the show this evening. Ally and Dave live relatively close. They help me coordinate my shows and keep everyone involved safe. They will be attending tonight as per usual, as well as introducing the newest addition, Chris, to our tight little circle. There are others who come to my shows as well, but not every show. With a $1000 cover charge per person, even at once a month it can be difficult to make them all. Richard and Vincent, a gay couple from the next county over who absolutely adore what I do, will eventually round out tonight's group. Just before I got the door closed behind Carol a foot appeared at the bottom of the door, stopping it from closing. 
"Hey, it's me." I recognize Dave's voice immediately. 
So once again, I'm stepping aside to allow access to the room that is tonight's theater. As part of keeping things safer Dave suggested we rotate where we meet. I'm not fully sure why, but that is his department. Dave steps through, ignoring my inquiry about my message and instantly begins his flirtations with Carol. Ally answers me by handing me the blanket. I'd forgotten mine in such a rush to get Dean and myself out of the house, so I sent Dave a message asking if they could bring one. They brought me a big, thick flannel blanket. I couldn't help immediately picturing the feel against my face as Dean rips into me for all present to witness. Ally pulls me from my thoughts. 
"This is our friend, Chris. He's really excited to see your show," she tells me. 
But as I look into the eyes of our newest addition I no longer feel the excitement that had me leave Dean's blanket at home. No, what I feel at this moment I cannot explain. Dread, fear, shock, disbeliefnone of these even come close. I think Ally is saying something, but she seems kind of distant to me as I'm focused on Chris. Those few seconds seemed like an eternity. Then, grabbing Chris's hand and pulling him across the room towards the bathroom, I uttered a few simple words that put a stop to everyone's chatting. 
"I know him." 
Sitting on the bathroom floor, looking deeply into the man sitting on the toilet in front of me, I find the words. 
"Do you know what kind of show you're here to see?" I ask. 
To which he slowly nods his head yes. Of course he does. It's occurring to me now that Chris is likely as shocked as I am. 
"Are you okay?" I ask him. 
"Just a littlewell, I just didn't expect to see you here. I mean, I know you can be kind of kinky at times, but I never would have thought you would enjoy seeing a show like this one," he finally says to me after another excruciating silence. 
Oh god, he still doesn't know. It hasn't dawned on him yet. I must have had a look on my face or something, because Chris started to look puzzled, as if he were working on his income taxes in his head. 
"Wait a sec was that Dean I saw out there when we were, you're not, OH, MY, GOD!" Chris says to me as I start to slowly nod yes and smile just a little. "You and Dean are the show!?" 
I'm in knots, no pun intended, when I answer him, "Yes Chris, we are." 
What is he going to think of me? Will he feel differently? He is here too after all, can he judge me then? Is he going to tell anyone? No, he'd have to admit to being here too. How can this go wrong that I'm not thinking of? This silence is getting to me. 
I finally bark at him, "Say something!" 
He slowly raises his eyes back up to meet mine. Locked in this moment, in this swirling of emotion at his silence, in the questioning of the very strength of our relationship, I see a slight smile curling up at his mouth and he says, "When does the show start?" 
After stepping out to explain to everyone, Richard and Vincent included, who Chris was thus explaining why I reacted that way, I returned to the privacy of the bathroom to make sure Chris was truly alright with staying. He said that he was and I couldn't help but believe him. Chris then joined the others in the main area of the room while I went to the task of preparing for our performance. It wasn't long and I was back out, nude, freshly "cleaned," and laying the blanket out on the floor. Dean was being occupied by Ally's magnificent hands. But when the blanket hits the floor, Dean always knows that it is show time, and this time is no different. He starts running around, sniffing at everyone, looking for that warmth he knows he will find soon. I get down on the blanket, lying on my belly. Dean isn't long to find my asshole with his tongue, and therefore everyone else their seats around the flannel stage. As I let out my first moan of pleasure from Dean's long luxurious licks with his rough tongue, I become embarrassingly aware that I'm being watched by Chris. My thoughts are racing. I can't believe it, it's like I almost forgot he was here. God, can I go through with this in front of him? 
"Oh shit, that feels good Dean, yeah, right there," I say as I wiggle my bottom at his lapping. 
He does so love the taste of my ass. He's a good boy, and I let him know it all the time. This flannel does feel good against my face. Christ, is Chris watching? Of course he is, who wouldn't be, right? I need to know, I'm scared but I need to know. I lift my head to look for Chris. I want to know, no I need to know what he's thinking. I look to my left, not there. Then I look right, not there. He's right behind me. I mean US! He's got the best view of this person he thought he knew so well. He can see me at my most depraved. I have never felt so vulnerable. Of course, the constant licking my ass and balls are receiving from this monster of a sex partner isn't hurting me any. As good as my Huskies licking feels, I have to know. I slowly turn over to give Dean's tongue access to my package. Good show for all but it also will give me a chance to see what kind of experience this is for Chris. With a trembling heart I find his face amongst the small group. He's smiling. Thank you, lord. I don't think I could have handled a negative response from him. But when he gave me that nod, like encouraging me, my heart felt the weight lift. I wasn't as scared. He gave me the strength I needed to take the next step in this show. I smiled back at him, mouthed the words thank you, and then rolled over to rest on all fours. I made sure to keep my backside in such a way to afford Chris the best view. He earned it after all. Showing such understanding the way he--
"Mmm, good boy," I said, feeling Dean's widespread tongue on my widespread butthole once more and breaking my thoughts. 
Dean licked away at my hole for several minutes, pacing periodically before Ally said his cock was starting to show. At this I called my pretty boy over to me. He did just like he knows, standing in front of me so that his cock is right there for me. I closed my eyes and leaned under him, slowly taking the pink tip of his cock into my mouth. He began growing in my mouth right away. I could taste his pre-cum, tingles the throat. I moved my lips up and down his growing length while massaging his massive testicles with one hand. Dean began to hump my mouth. I could hear moans of pleasure from all around me. Couples generally masturbate or have sex while my show is going on, but they don't touch me or Dean while we perform. It's safest because Dean gets rough and tough when he's fucking me. I belong to him and he may attack if he doesn't want you near his bitch. Sucking away I can see his cock is getting the purple hue it does when he's just about fully erect. Although at eight thick inches, I really don't need a color cue to know when my alpha is ready to go. I let his cock slip from my lips, spilling the pre-cum he's filled my mouth with, all down the front of me. I reach back with the hand that was massaging his nuts and slap my ass cheek. My blue-eyed pup runs straight to my ass and starts licking again. I take my hand and gather as much of his juices off of my face and chin as I can. After smearing his cum all over and into my pulsing asshole, I slap my ass again. He's up and at in no time. Front paws grasped around my waist, pulling me towards his jabbing cock. Searching for my aching hole, he misses twice poking my hard on either side of my o-ring. But that third jab hits home. His flesh is hot! Just a little goes in. Maybe an inch or two, but he found the target. He pulls back slightly and then tightens his grip with his front paws. This pulls me into him as he thrusts his lower half forward, send all eight inches straight in. No stops, no easy little bit at a time kind of stuff. Eight fat veined inches all the way. My insides felt like they exploded. His cock was so hot and so deep so fast. I came immediately from the sensations flowing through me. Dean just started in, pounding as fast and hard as he could. I was at his mercy now. I am being stretched and ripped and it feels so good. The moaning from my audience has increased. Good, they are enjoying themselves. I wish I could see Chris' face, but I don't want him to miss anything Dean is doing to me. I can feel his knot starting to swell. It gets to the size of an orange sometimes. He fills me with it completely. It hurts in such a fantastic way. His cock and knot touch and stimulate ever nerve inside of me. I can feel him starting to cum. It's like fire inside of me. I'm stuffed to the gills with dog cock and now he's adding what feels like a gallon of cum to my organs. I know my moaning has gotten deafening to those around me. This is one of the things they enjoy most. The sounds that both Dean and I make while performing. I can feel his knot starting to move inside of me and I know what coming next. I can feel Dean's teeth take hold of my neck. He has an iron grip. It hurts but he doesn't really hurt me. But I can't move when he does that, or he will tighten. I sit as still as possible as he gives his last several squirts of cum and thrusts as hard as he can while doing it. As he releases his grip, I feel a little trickle run down my neck, then drop on the blanket. That drop was red. I immediately shot another load at that realization. Dean dropped off one side of me and turned around. He wasn't going anywhere, he knew we were tied. So there we waited. Then Chris appeared in front of me. Now here I am, stuck full of dog cock, looking him in the face. All those fears and doubts came rushing back. What had I just shown him? I was shocked at myself. How could I allow this? 
"How are you?" He asked me. 
"Ummm--full." I smiled at him. 
"Too full?" He said back. I could hear Dave saying he was cumming. 
"What do you mean?" I asked, honestly puzzled. 
He knelt down in front of me, unzipped his pants to reveal to me, a very nice looking cock. "Too full?" He asked again. 
I started to say "Are you serious?", but all I got out was half of the word you before shoved his cock in my throat. What's a guy to do when he's got an ass full of dog dick and a nice cock in his mouth? I sucked for all I had left in me. Dean will tire the strongest of marathon fuckers, but I gave that man the best blowjob I could manage in my current position. I couldn't believe I was doing this. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth when I couldn't move anymore. I could feel Dean beginning to slip out of my ass. The flood was coming. As his knot popped from my rectum, leaving a gaping hole behind, all my muscles tensed. This included my throat muscles, which caused Chris to shoot his load straight into my throat, coating my insides from both ends now. He shuddered in orgasm as cum drenched my ass, legs, and the blanket. We collapsed into a heap in the floor, breathing heavily and giggling. Dean was off a little licking himself clean. One by one my guests finished up, said thank you, left their fee and departed. All the while Chris and I lay there, staring at each other smiling. 
Ally was the last to leave. She handed me an extra $300. Then, as she closed the door, with smile she said, "I really enjoyed the show, might be you're best yet. But you boys best not let your mother find out about this."