"But first," you continue, pulling out a collar and leash from within, "we need to make sure you don't run away, hm? A good pup needs a proper collar after all." With that, you fasten the leather strap around Freddy's neck and clip the leash onto it. "Now then, let's get you ready for the next show."

Freddy shudders, but follows willingly as he's led deeper into the bowels of the Pizzaplex.

Freddy nods mutely, still dazed by the events of the evening and the new sensations coursing through his veins.

He begins dancing on the stage, hips swaying seductively as he strips off piece after piece of clothing until he stands bare once more. The patrons gasp and cheer, their eyes drinking in every inch of exposed flesh. Freddy can feel himself growing hard again, his cock throbbing with each thrust of his hips as he moves to the music.

The night wears on, each performance more depraved than the last.