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[18+] “Last Night at the Whip and Boot” by Herr Wozzeck (read by Ta'kom, part 1 of 2)
[18+] Frank and Derek return to the Whip and Boot for a night of debauchery and merriment in the place their relationship began.
Today’s story is the first of two parts of “Last Night at the Whip and Boot” by Herr Wozzeck, who is a composer, violist, Thereminist, and writer based in Boston. They are the author of the novel Lost Inside the Blue Line, as well as the poetry collection The Enigma Letters. They are also the author of the novel Whip and Boot, which this story is a stand-alone follow-up to. You can see them perform with Trio Menagerie, and you can find more of their stories on their FurAffinity account.
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Last time, Derek and Frank had a rather intense flogging session in the middle of the club, and are ready to take on the rest of the night.
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Over their second bourbon, Frank and Derek got to catch a front-row seat to what their scene on the wall had spawned. They watched as various furs got down and dirty right there on the dance floor; one lucky fur remained at the back wall on his knees sucking various cocks that came his way, one particular couple had been fucking on the back wall ever since they had left, and Derek thought he could see Will and his partner collar up a very eager-looking bird twink that looked new to the area.
It had become a proper bacchanal, but for the moment the two of them were content to just watch.
Derek reached over, grabbing Frank’s hand and rubbing it softly. But before they could comment further, Derek felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Oh good, you’re here!”
Derek’s eyebrows raised, and he immediately leapt up. “Cindy!” He pulled the calico cat into a very tight hug, pulling her in and rubbing her back as she reciprocated the gesture in kind. “I thought you had moved to Seattle!”
“I did,” said Cindy, who stepped back and regarded Frank and Derek. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to miss out on the mother of all blowout parties!”
Derek nodded, noting her leather dominatrix look that she sported, and the fully fleshed whip he saw in her holster. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair.” He then looked up, and smiled broadly at the rabbit that stood behind her in leathers and a muir cap. “Alexei, good to see you!”
“Likewise, small pup.” The rabbit leaned forward and pulled Derek into a bone-crushing hug. “It is good to see you again.”
“How are things up in Seattle?” Frank asked. “I hear it’s a wild party town for guys like Alex there.”
“That’s one way to put it,” Cindy replied. She grinned at Alexei, walking over to the table and leading Alexei on by the leash they only just realized was in her hand. “Alex here’s got himself a pack now!”
“Oh really?” Derek asked. “Someone really likes being a beta, hm?”
“Yeah,” said Cindy. She pulled Alex down. “Isn’t that right that you’re a good boy, hm?”
The rabbit’s ears folded back, but he smiled broadly as he gave a playful yip. Derek chuckled, before bringing his paw up and scratching Alex on the head. “Good boy,” Derek intoned.
Alexei mock-barked in response. Frank chuckled, taking a sip of bourbon. “So the move was a good thing,” Frank replied. “I’m happy to hear that.”
“It’s really quite nice,” Cindy replied. She pulled Alexei in, scratching under his chin. “He gets to have fun with his handler and his pack, they make sure he’s well taken care of, and then he comes back to me and gets taken care of by me.” She beamed at this, pulling him closer. “And I tell you what, it’s definitely made our sex life a lot more interesting!”
“Well, hey, sometimes a good marriage relies on that,” said Frank. He pet Alexei gently, rubbing his head gently. “You gonna be in town long?”
“Just the week,” Cindy said. She shrugged. “Alexei’s pack is also here, they’re gonna hit up the theme park tomorrow.” She shrugged. “They have also encouraged him to try to find some fun outside of them too, so if you want to…”
Frank and Derek gave each other a knowing look, with Derek smirking in turn. They both turned to Alexei, and crossed their legs in tandem. “What did you have in mind, boy?” Frank asked.
Alexei blushed, glancing to the side. “Uh, I… Like eating food from the bowls. The little ones, for the feral dogs.”
“We can make that happen,” Derek replied. He then nodded to Cindy. “You still have our number, right?”
“Yeah,” Cindy replied. “I’ll send you a text tomorrow morning. We’re here until Wednesday, so make it count!”
“Of course,” said Frank. He patted Cindy on the shoulder. “Have fun, and keep it safe!”
“Of course!” Cindy then turned to Alexei, pulling on his leash and smiling. “C’mon boy, I see a lot happening here!”
With this, the two of them sauntered off, Alexei gallivanting away as Derek and Frank looked on. Derek sighed, placing his hand on his chin as he watched Cindy lead the rabbit over to a small pack donning the odd neoprene pup masks he’d seen people get into. As a mutt himself he never understood the appeal, but it warmed his heart to see quiet, stoic Alexei be so playful like that.
“Man, remember when we used to invite them to our home?” Derek asked.
“Yeah,” said Frank. The alligator sighed, swirling his drink in his hand. “Alexei was a real cutie back then. Happy to see he’s only grown more confident since.”
“Well, sometimes it just takes meeting the right people to see him grow into his shell,” said Derek. He leaned forward. “Remember the time he ended up with a sir and his little group?”
“Oh that whole business?” Frank asked, raising his brow. “…wait, is that why he went to Seattle?”
Derek frowned. “I didn’t mention this?” he asked. “His sir and the pack all moved to Seattle due to work stuff, and Alexei left to join them.”
“Aaaaah.” Frank patted his fingers on the table, his expression turning a little more serious. “That would explain quite a bit, actually.”
“It would,” Derek said. He pulled his hands together. “But Cindy’s met him, and she loved him just as well, too.” The mutt shrugged. “I wish I could say I met him, though.”
“Well, there’s always us going to Seattle sometime,” said Frank. He waved a finger. “Let’s ask Cindy about that when she manages to find some time to come during the week.”
“Yeah, let’s,” said Derek. He took another swig of alcohol, and sighed wistfully as he looked up. “It’s weird to think she’s the entire reason I’m here right now. If I hadn’t been to that restaurant she worked at when I did…”
Frank nodded, reaching for Derek’s paw. “…then we’d never have met, right?” he asked.
Derek nodded, glancing down to the floor. “What would my life have been then?” He gripped Frank’s hand a little more tightly, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Without this? Without you?”
Frank sighed, setting his drink down and holding Derek’s paws. “I can’t answer that for you,” he replied. He pulled Derek in closer. “But what I can say is, I’m glad you’re here with us.”
“Same.” Derek leaned forward, his breath dancing with Frank’s. He leaned forward and kissed his husband, before leaning back and looking up. “Do you think there’ll be rooms up in the private area soon enough?”
Frank frowned, glancing up at the clock on the dance floor and frowning. “Hm… I’m not sure,” he said. “Maybe we should go check it out first, and then see what happens.”
“Sure,” said Derek. He then nodded. “Besides, I wanted to, ah…”
Frank nodded, rubbing his thumb across Derek’s cheek gently. “Whatever you wish, Derek,” he said. “The night’s yours to do with as you please.”
And with this, Derek sighed softly, pulling Derek’s hand into his cheek and sighing happily
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It turned out that the rooms were unusually empty this evening; all they found was a the sight of a green-scaled cobra being made love to by a tall husky close to the stairs, and that was basically it. All the other rooms were open, and thankfully, Derek and Frank both found the most familiar one quickly.
This time, though, Frank closed the door, and pulled Derek in close. Frank exhaled, slowly stripping Derek of all of his leathers, each piece falling to the floor as he was pressed against the sling. This time, Derek kept his muzzle on Frank, kissing him as passionately as he could as they both went straight for the sling. Derek was fully nude by the time Frank slowly let him into the sling, the mutt’s hole kissing the cool air gently as he spread them and looked up at his husband.
As Frank pulled his leather jacket off, Derek sighed, thinking back to that first night that Frank had made love to him. The alligator’s smile had been so kind that night, and the patience that Frank had exhibited with him was nothing short of miraculous. And as he laid there, watching his husband take his pants off, and saw that cock harden up to full mast once again, Derek sighed nostalgically. Sure, there was a mechanical nature to it now, but seeing his husband again in this red lighting in this room brought a flood of memories washing back.
And he smiled, spreading his legs and planting his foot-paws against the chain of the sling. “Hey.”
Frank smiled back. By this point, the alligator was now fully nude, and he walked over to Derek, grasping the chains closer to Derek and leaning over him, glancing down with a smile and taking a moment to simply look at his husband in this lighting as well, seeing how Derek’s eyes shown brightly. He brought a hand down, caressing Derek’s cheek gently.
“Pretty as the night I took your virginity, boy,” Frank said. He grinned. “Mutts really do age gracefully, hm?”
“Not any more than gators, I think,” Derek replied, his paw resting on Frank’s hand. “Because you look just as handsome as you did that first night too.”
Frank leaned forward, licking Derek’s nose gently. “Then I guess I better make love to ya just the way I did that night, hm, boy?”
“Yes, daddy.” Derek brought his other paw up to Frank’s chest, sighing softly. “Please, just like that night…”
Frank kissed Derek softly, before he then leaned back slightly. “As you command, boy.”
And with this, Frank began to lick his way down the mutt’s torso. Derek groaned in pleasure as Frank wet his fur up well, the gator’s delicate hands running up and down his sides. Derek’s moans reverberated in the space, and Frank kept his motions up, travelling down his body and past his legs.
The gator’s tongue quickly found Derek’s entrance. The mutt moaned out, spreading his legs a little bit more as Frank’s tongue began its assault of the mutt’s hole. Derek kept one hand on the chain, but brought the other one down to Frank’s head and attempted to pull him in a little closer. The gator dutifully pressed his tongue in further, breaching his hole as masterfully as he always did.
Derek almost mewled at this, but he could scarcely help the very non-canid action. After all, Frank’s tongue was as masterful as ever, swirling in there, wetting his hole, and oh how slippery it felt when it pressed in and out the way it did. Derek closed his eyes, moaning softly as he moved into his husband’s tongue.
And then, the tongue retreated, and it was soon followed by one finger. Derek had taken Frank’s cock enough times to know that he did not need the fingering by this point, but considering it was how they began during his first time he did not mind. And so, Frank slowly added his second digit in there, with Derek sighing as he saw Frank stand up, hovering over him. The third finger went in just as easily, and Derek looked up at Frank as he adjusted his position, pulling the gator down for a kiss.
The gator exhaled softly, and then looked down to where he kept the lube bottle down. “It’s… not exactly how we did it the first time, but…”
Derek rose his brows, looking up at Frank. Derek did not need him to explain any further, with the gator’s fourth finger already pressing in, he knew what Frank was thinking. And yeah, it was not exactly what he remembered happening, for sure. But at the same time, things were different back then.
And so, Derek nodded, kissing Frank. “I know,” he said. He gave Frank a reassuring smile. “But you know I like it.”
Frank smiled back, before reaching down and grabbing the lube. This necessitated pulling away quickly, but Frank lubed up the rest of his hand in preparation for what was to come, before he gave Derek that glance that the mutt knew so well, the one that told him that he loved him dearly.
And with this, Frank pressed in, and after a brief bit of tension, his whole hand sank into Derek’s hole. The mutt moaned at this, his canid dick flopping against his body hard as he threw his head back in pleasure.
Frank had always been extremely gentle whenever he fisted Derek, but the mutt loved it most this way: the gator was always keeping an especially careful eye on him, and the fact that Frank’s hands came down and petted Derek gently was all he needed in that moment. Frank’s posture adjusted so he could be closer, but the mutt loved the way Frank’s fist felt inside him so much that he scarcely cared. The friction of rough arm scales against his hole only added to it, and Derek let out a loud moan, gripping the chain of the sling roughly.
Frank pulled out slightly with his fist, before shoving it in, getting more of his forearm up in his husband’s hole. The motions always remained slow as anything, with his other hand petting his belly fur as Frank pushed deeper and deeper. Derek’s moans remained consistent, and soon, he brought a hand down to where he could feel Frank’s fist deep inside of him. It was something he always loved to do whenever his husband fisted him, for he could always just feel the outline of his husband deep inside him.
The contact made his dick twitch, and Derek so looked up at Frank, rubbing the spot where his fist was as he moaned out. Frank smiled at him, and patted his belly.
Frank then slowly, delicately pulled out completely, deciding that Derek had been more than sufficiently warmed up for him. Frank then kissed Derek, looking at him briefly before rubbing under his chin. “Ready, love?”
“More than ever, daddy,” Derek replied. He hiked his legs against his torso and nodded. “Don’t be gentle.”
And on this, Frank was more than happy to oblige; he angled his impressive girth up to Derek’s hole, and he slid in easily enough, getting all the way to the base and leaning over Derek.
Frank pulled back, and began to thrust. As he did, Derek remembered the frenetic way that Frank fucked him that first night where he’d lost his virginity. There was a strange sense of abandon now as the chains holding Derek up creaked and jangled from the pace that Frank set, and Derek noticed it almost immediately. Still, he was not one to dissuade his husband, and so he wrapped his legs around the gator’s waist, pulling him deeper as he moaned out loudly.
The sound echoed back at him, in that room with the red lights and the dark sling. Derek kept his eyes on the room after the fact, taking in every detail. The way he flashed back to that desperate midnight tryst so long ago was impressive; he was more aware of how much larger he had grown since then, was aware that Frank’s gut sagged over his balls much less, and just how different the sling felt from the bed they had first made love on.
But in that room, he looked up. Oh, the number of times they had made love all around this specific room in the many years they had been together. There, against the wall, where Derek was pressed against and kissed passionately while taken from behind. There, on the opposite wall, where he’d be bound to the St. Andrew’s cross and mercilessly eaten out. But most of all, there, on that bed, where Frank had egged him on by letting Derek call him daddy, how their dirty talk had filled the room…
The silence let Derek take all this in. And so, he turned to Frank, kissing him as passionately as he could as the gator ravaged him.
It did not take very long for both to cum after that; as it was in the beginning, Derek came first, a guttural groan sounding out as his chest fur got all wet again like it always did. Soon after, Frank flooded his insides with warm alligator cum, before he flopped onto Derek again, the mutt letting his full weight bear on him with no complaints. After all, it gave him the opportunity to pull him close as they rode the afterglow of their copulation.
After a little while, Derek’s gaze began to drift over the room. A nostalgic look came over him then as he took in every last detail he could see. He realized for the first time just how solid the concrete ceiling looked, how deep inside the ceiling the screws were. He also took note of how the red seemed papered over the light, rather than painted on. But most of all, he realized that the bedsheets beneath them looked weirdly clean, as if they had been washed every day for the past few years.
And then, he sighed, some of the euphoria giving way to a strange pit in his heart.
“Takin’ it all in?” Frank asked, rubbing the top of Derek’s head as he held his mutt close.
“Yeah…” Derek sighed, rubbing Frank’s back and sighing. “Yeah.” He paused, taking in the details of the room. “Hard to believe what’s gonna happen to this place now.”
“Yeah.” Frank sighed softly, pressing his head to Derek. “Memories sometimes ain’t enough, right?”
“Yeah,” said Derek. He patted Frank’s arm. “I wish… I wish things had gone differently with everything. With the zoning meetings, and the court dates, and everything…”
Frank nodded solemnly. “Well, kid, that’s the trick,” he said. “Sometimes, the big guys got more money than we do.”
“And there’s just… nothing we can do?” Derek asked.
Frank sighed. “No,” he said. He looked up. “We tried, at least.”
Derek nodded, remembering everything they had done. “I wish it made a difference,” he said.
“Same,” said Frank. He closed his eyes, gripping the sling’s chain gently. “Well, we at least got one final night here.”
“Yeah.” Derek sat up slightly, rubbing Frank’s cheek. “Whatever happens now, I’m glad we got to relive the night I fell for ya.” He sighed. “I’m gonna miss how things used to be.”
“Me too,” said Frank. He kissed Derek gently. “We should go home. It’s nearly 1 AM.”
Derek nodded, exhaling slowly as he petted Frank’s head. It was only then that he felt his eyes start to water at the thought he would never see this place again.
The mutt exhaled. “Just… one more second, please,” he said. “I wanna take this place in one last time.”
Frank nodded, peeling back slightly to give Derek a better view. “OK,” he said.
Derek noticed Frank’s gaze followed where his eyes moved, and the mutt was not about to tell him he could not. After all, this was the Whip and Boot: it was not exactly hallowed church ground, but Derek’s life was defined by these walls nevertheless. It was, after all, where he first met Frank, first got flogged there, and slowly got to meet Frank’s many friends, and it was where he met many more friends that he’d introduce to Frank. The walls echoed with moans and music and the memories of each time he cried out from a mixture of pain and pleasure, and the red lighting felt like it exposed where his pawpads fit on the walls.
In a city fascinated with its own change, the Whip and Boot stood strong, but even it could not weather the tide forever. And so… there they were.
As Derek sighed, he grabbed Frank’s arm, glancing back to the door. “Frank?”
The alligator turned, looking to Derek. “What is it, boy?” he asked gently.
Derek sighed. “What… what do you do when you lose a space like this?” He pulled himself closer to his husband’s arm. “How do you keep going?”
Frank exhaled, pulling his arm back to drape it over Derek’s shoulders and pull him close. “That’s the funny thing, kid,” he said. “We kinksters are stronger than a single space.” He leaned down. “We have each other, and that’s what counts.” He nuzzled Derek gently. “You know that yourself.”
“It’s just…” Derek glanced back. “It’s hard to know what to do when this happens.”
“You keep going.” Frank gave Derek one of his signature grins, the ones that made Derek’s shoulders loosen up when there was tension he was not aware of. “That’s all we can do.” He looked down. “We’ll carve a new space someday. And that space, will be as welcoming as the Whip and Boot was.”
Derek nodded, pulling himself to Frank, his arms wrapping around his gator’s torso gently. “OK.” He buried his head in the alligator’s chest. “Guess we’ll have to trust this, then.”
Frank nodded slowly. “Yeah, we will,” he said. He kissed the top of Derek’s head, himself casting a look at the room around them one last time. “Still, I’m gonna miss this place.”
“Same.” Derek took one last look as well, and then turned to Frank. “I’m going to miss it so much.”
Derek sighed, pulling on the sling’s chains one last time. As he did, he paused, his paw running over the chain. He etched each moment into his mind, from how strong the chains were to how the red light made Frank’s otherwise ocean-green scales turn that particular color he loved. He took in every detail, and sighed, closing his eyes.
“OK, I think I’m ready.”
Frank bowed his head gently. “OK, boy. Let’s go home.”
And with this, Frank pulled slowly out of his husband and looked at the room himself.
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When they exited through the front doors, they took one last forlorn look at the Whip and Boot. The modern buildings that surrounded the establishment towered over it, the thousands of eyes no doubt looking down on it entering Derek’s awareness like needles in his back. There was nobody else outside, after all; it was just him and Frank, out in their dark leathers that gave them a menacing and foreboding air.
It was the foreboding air that Derek had always known it to have from the very beginning. He could scarcely believe that he had ever been afraid of this place, though; the foreboding air gave way to something inside he could never name, something incredible, something wonderful…
…something that would now forever be lost. Oh, how wonderful it had been when it was still here, and even now when the city had no idea what it was about to lose.
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And finally, Derek nodded. He walked away, the outline of the Whip and Boot still in his mind. And as he did, he pulled himself closer to his husband, whom he knew he would not lose so easily as everyone had lost the Whip and Boot.
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