The Masculine Mutant Man: Bebop (Patreon)

Most of the folks who run in my circles have heard of Bebop. He owns a club downtown where he also DJs, but more than that, it was the first exclusively mutant nightclub in New York City. He opened it at a time when anti-mutant sentiment was really high, with acts of violence against our people occurring with some frequency. Still, he saw the need to offer a safe haven to mutants in need and in spite of over a year of constant vandalism and threats, remained open until new legislature offered us mutants the same protections afforded to humans. I guess what I'm trying to tell you is the guy is a hero for our kind, but more than that, he's been a friend of mine for years.

Club M is downtown, in the same spot for nearly a decade, but over time, due to its success, it's gradually gobbled up the neighboring businesses and become huge. I took the bus to get there, as it's impossible to find parking nearby and headed inside. It was a Monday night, so not terribly busy, but packed enough. I saw a few friends and caught up with them, letting them know I would actually be working later, after the place closed. 

Bebop, the larger-than-life warthog was up at his turntables, spinning his own version of some popular jam with a track I'd never heard, very much in his element it appeared. Sadly, I'm not much of a music buff, that is, I love the music I love, but really have no idea if something is good or not! That said, I almost always liked when the boar was DJing, as he experimented with sounds and melodies I'd never heard before. The only music he played that proved too much for me, well, it was just too loud for my sensitive canine ears! They say if it's too loud you're too old, but I take exception to that! 

I caught up with him between sets as he was running a comb through his mohawk.

"Hey Bebop!" I called as I approached him in the DJ booth. 

He smiled warmly, showing off his tusks. "What's good, Fido? We still on for later tonight?" He asked.

"Of course! Unless you're getting cold feet?" I teased.

"Oh hell no! I can finally do something useful with my exhibitionist streak!" He said and snorted.

A couple hours later the club had closed and the last of the patrons and bar staff had left. The warthog kept the bright lights on over the booth and resumed his place at the turntables.

"You planning to spin some more?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course I am, man! This is who I am. it wouldn't be right to get my pictures took anywhere else!"

He unfastened his belt and dropped his pants to the floor, a few moments later he had shucked off his briefs as well. I stood rather dumbfounded. Apparently, despite hearing him joke about his dick before, it was just as fat and girthy as he had always claimed. He caught me staring.

"Yo, somebody order the pork sausage?" He asked.

I shook my head. "If that was on the menu here, I have a feeling it would be the most popular item."

"Oh it already is, sweetie. My regulars get to enjoy it at least once a week!" He said with a big smirk. I snapped a pic.

I laughed. "I've heard the stories, and, probably most of them from you!"

He laughed too and then dived back into his mixing. In spite of how engrossed he seemed to be, his erection continued to bob above his pendulous balls, I swear in perfect time with the beat. I moved around him and the small stage, taking as many pictures as I could. I worried about the strange, intense lighting but figured I could always touch them up later, digitally, if I needed to. The pig man moved in time with his rhythm, dancing as he created his current masterpiece. It was really cool to see, and electric to be around. I always liked my time spent with Bebop both at his club and out doing other stuff, even if this was the first time it had happened with his pants down. When he finished his private set, I got a few other pics of him posed in the booth. I asked him once to remove his shades for a pic but he just tilted his head to give me a look. 

"Part of the persona that is me, my dude. Shades gots to stay on, at all times."

I raised my hands in surrender. "I still had to ask. Hard to gauge your reactions y'know? Maybe you're having a terrible time posing for me." I said and smirked. Of course I knew better than that. The whole time his cock hadn't gone down at all. To say he was into it seemed a little understated.

He hopped down from the edge of the booth and walked over to me, then grabbed me with one big arm and with the other lifted his glasses to the top of his head. I had forgotten that he actually had really friendly eyes.

"I'm having a great time Fido." He said sincerely and then kissed me on my bearded cheek.

Bebop pulled his clothes back on, shut down the equipment and got me a drink from behind the bar while I carefully packed away my camera. We talked about the Mutant Man project, our relationships (several casual relationships in his case), and getting together for a movie in the near future. It was a fun, productive night, and it felt great to get even closer to someone I considered a good friend. 

-Fido