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[18+] Today’s story is the second and final part of “Bare Assed Broadway” by Ashe Valisca, who is thrilled that you all came back to listen to part two. This story, and many other by talented writers can be found in “Foxers and Beariefs” published by Armoured Fox Press. Ashe swears to us that he is going to actually get his writing back and accessible sometime - before 2025.
Previously on Bare Assed Broadway - Richard, rejected from another round of auditions, looks for comfort with his tiger boyfriend Ryan. But over a year has passed now - and life has moved forward for everyone.
Read for you by Rob MacWolf — werewolf hitchhiker.
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Today's story concerns adult subject matter for mature listeners.
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Speaker:please skip this one
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Speaker:You’re listening to Pride Month on The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler,
Speaker:and Today’s story is the second and final part of “Bare Assed Broadway”
Speaker:by Ashe Valisca,
Speaker:who is thrilled that you all came back to listen to part two.
Speaker:This story, and many other by talented writers can be found in “Foxers and Beariefs”
Speaker:published by Armoured Fox Press.
Speaker:Ashe swears to us that he is going to actually get his writing back and accessible sometime -
Speaker:before 2025.
Speaker:Previously on Bare Assed Broadway - Richard, rejected from another round of auditions, looks for comfort
Speaker:with his tiger boyfriend Ryan.
Speaker:But over a year has passed now -
Speaker:and life has moved forward
Speaker:for everyone. Please enjoy
Speaker:“Bare Assed Broadway” by Ashe Valisca,
Speaker:Part 2 of 2 Summer 2006
Speaker:Richard bounced to the door, his stubby tail flicking back and forth furiously,
Speaker:“Hey handsome!” A devilish grin spread across Ryan’s face,
Speaker:“Delivery for Richard - that will be $32.27,
Speaker:before tip.”
Speaker:“Oh no - I think I’m a little short,”
Speaker:the chipmunk looked down at his feet
Speaker:rocking his hips back and forth,
Speaker:“but maybe I can pay in - trade.”
Speaker:“I think we can work something out.”
Speaker:Ryan chuckled as he stepped over the small piles of clothing scattered across the floor.
Speaker:“So - I didn’t get my midday booty call;
Speaker:so either you bailed on the audition - again -
Speaker:or you got the gig.”
Speaker:He swiped a slice of pizza from the box holding it out behind him.
Speaker:“Double pepperoni and pineapple.”
Speaker:“You are looking at the newest member of Gay Broadway Review,”
Speaker:Richard looked up from the floor his legs spread in a deep split.
Speaker:Tossing the pizza back into the open box, Ryan pulled his shirt up over his head,
Speaker:“is it me or did it just get a bit warm in here?
Speaker:I mean - “ he took a step towards the chipmunk, “it just got so hot.”
Speaker:“Hey! Keep it on stud.
Speaker:I’m starving; food -
Speaker:then fucking.” * * * The loud backfire of a cab’s engine cut through the tiger’s deep sleep,
Speaker:“I don’t fucking miss ths noise.”
Speaker:His tail thumped loudly against the floor,
Speaker:“But my-my. That’s a sight to see;
Speaker:most people goon on poppers ya know,”
Speaker:Ryan chuffed, looming over Richard as he ground the chipmunk’s face into the sweat stained pouch of his jocks.
Speaker:“Shuddup!” “Not complaining - just enjoying the view sport;
Speaker:I think you missed a spot.”
Speaker:Ryan reached out his free hand
Speaker:pressing the chipmuck’s face deeper into the sweat stained mesh pouch,
Speaker:“If you’re a good boy you can keep this one
Speaker:too.” Spring 2007
Speaker:Richard shuffled back and forth on the smooth stage his rough calloused paws making a quiet scraping noise that for him filled the room,
Speaker:but went unnoticed.
Speaker:His eyes darted around the room checking down the line of poised dancers all eyes fixed on the ferret at the front of the stage reviewing his notes. “Everyone,” barked the ferret,
Speaker:“my name is Jaque` Le Croix; I am your new -
Speaker:how do you say - choreographer.”
Speaker:The ferret spun around to face the multi-species line of dancers all pulled up to stand their tallest on the invisible puppet strings.
Speaker:“I have been hired to make this show worthy of awards.
Speaker:The reviews - pathetic. The dancing - amateur.
Speaker:The look,” his eyes rested on Richard,
Speaker:“is lacking.” The air in the room thickened - the collective tension of the 30 dancers sharpening to daggers as they eyed Jaque` squarely.
Speaker:“Thank you,” they uttered in unison.
Speaker:The broken record of accepting critique but not actually giving a damn.
Speaker:“By the end of the week we will know who is
Speaker:out - and who is in.
Speaker:If you are cut before the end of the day you are out - do not come back tomorrow.”
Speaker:The ferret clicked his tongue,
Speaker:“Opening places!” * * * Richard fell onto his bed with a hollow thud.
Speaker:His legs and back ached from twelve straight days of fourteen hour rehearsals.
Speaker:“Why is this so hard,”
Speaker:he screamed into his pillow wiggling his nub of a tail.
Speaker:The tiger looked up from the book he was reading over in the lumpy overstuffed chair,
Speaker:“because you insisted you could do rehearsals and still do the VIP Room shifts at the bar.”
Speaker:“You said I could do it,”
Speaker:Richard chuffed kicking his legs into the air and then back into the bed.
Speaker:Ryan chuckled and uncrossed his legs to push himself out of the chair,
Speaker:“I also said you looked cute in a thong.”
Speaker:“You said it showed off my butt!”
Speaker:“I lied - I just want you to take them off so we could fuck.
Speaker:You look better in a jock.”
Speaker:“That explains where my thongs went…” * * *
Speaker:“That is all! You are dismissed!”
Speaker:The ferret tapped his claws against the clipboard,
Speaker:“You have all survived.
Speaker:We open - in three days.”
Speaker:The dancers all grumbled.
Speaker:They had all survived their weeks of hell, the skimped checks,
Speaker:and now the show was ready to re-open.
Speaker:The tension lessened with each step the ferret made towards the stage exits into the mess of tunnels around the theatre.
Speaker:As the door latched shut behind him a sigh filled the empty hall,
Speaker:“Oh thank fuck he’s gone,”
Speaker:cried out a badger, “Another minute I might have killed him.”
Speaker:“At least he hasn’t been riding your ass for three straight weeks, ‘Point your toes! Like this!’
Speaker:If I hear that one more time,”
Speaker:a puma grumbled lifting his leg into a near perfect standing split,
Speaker:“my fucking claws don’t work that way
Speaker:asshole,” he relaxed his foot his claws shoving outward
Speaker:and controting the delicate line of the split.
Speaker:“The claws fucking stay IN or it looks like shit!”
Speaker:Richard chuckled,
Speaker:“At least he isn’t making you wear a tail extension.”
Speaker:He twisted and started to remove the harness rigging that wrapped around his torso with straps down to a fake tail just above his own.
Speaker:“Yeah - don’t envy you that has to be weird,”
Speaker:the puma put his leg down slowly carefully retracting his claws before
Speaker:touch the stage. “That’s
Speaker:got to make things really weird.”
Speaker:“The first week or so yeah -
Speaker:but if I want to be a serious dancer - I need a tail.”
Speaker:“Bullshit,” snapped the badger,
Speaker:“I hate that fucking speciest bullshit.
Speaker:You can dance without a fucking tail - you just have to use your hips more.” Chad walked over the warm-up bar and began stretching out his legs,
Speaker:“I know you can use those hips - I’ve seen that tiger you’re always with.”
Speaker:The puma let out a chuckle,
Speaker:“Chad stop! You’re making him blush!”
Speaker:Richard hurried himself out of the harness the rest of the way trying to keep his face turned away from his friends,
Speaker:“I… we’re just friends.”
Speaker:“Right. Three years is just friends.
Speaker:Boy don’t think we all haven’t noticed he’s at
Speaker:every show, waits for you at the stage door after every show,
Speaker:walks you home almost every damn day -”
Speaker:Chad started - his voice taking on the sharp tone of his kiki voice of his drag persona.
Speaker:“And you’ve stopped wearing anything other than jockstraps and dance belts. Don’t think we haven’t noticed.”
Speaker:“Leon! It was my turn to make him blush!”
Speaker:Spring 2008 Richard pressed against the Ryan as they sat the banquet table.
Speaker:The soft material of his tuxedo feeling nice against his cheek ruff,
Speaker:“So - they feed us and then they get to the awards.”
Speaker:The tiger smiled broadly,
Speaker:“You are so putting out for this. I hate wearing shoes.”
Speaker:“I promise to do whatever depraved thing you want tonight;
Speaker:just let me have this please.”
Speaker:Ryan winked and lowered his voice whispering into Richard’s ear,
Speaker:“I’ve been wearing this jock for two weeks straight.”
Speaker:The chipmunk flushed his eyes darting to see Chad and Leon whispering to each other and chuckling.
Speaker:“Anything you two want to share with the class?” purred Leon. Ryan cocked his head to the side and smiled wide,
Speaker:“Just use your imagination boys -
Speaker:but sorry I’m only doing one-on-ones right now.” * * *
Speaker:The small-framed aardvark
Speaker:pulled the microphone down to a level it could pick him up,
Speaker:“Good evening everyone. Thank you for coming to the annual Dancer’s Banquet.”
Speaker:A small round of applause broke through the room as though prompted by a teleprompter.
Speaker:“For those of you who are new to these types of awards - all awards are for work done in 2006.”
Speaker:Richard leaned over to whisper to Ryan,
Speaker:“Apparently there are some people who are super confused so they have to start every aware show with this now.”
Speaker:“Really?” Ryan blinked slowly, “That’s -
Speaker:sad.” The aardvark droned his way through the various awards and categories.
Speaker:Richard listening attentively on the edge of his seat trying to distract him from the tiger’s mischievous paw rubbing at his groin.
Speaker:He whimpered into his water glass as he felt the delicate touch of a claw tugging on the zipper of his pants and worming its way to his strained and stained jock-pouch.
Speaker:“Stop it,” he mouthed at Ryan.
Speaker:“Make me,” the tiger mouthed back.
Speaker:He dragged his claw against the materialy carefully tearing it along the woven lines
Speaker:and releasing the chipmunk’s swelling member to hang free in his slacks.
Speaker:“And for our final award of the evening - our final category is Rising Star.
Speaker:This award is one of the most unusual awards we give each year. Because this is the category that all members of the union weigh in on.
Speaker:It is the only category that we source this way.”
Speaker:The aardvark cleared his throat,
Speaker:“and the nominees for 2006/2007 Rising Star are:
Speaker:Stephani Graziel,
Speaker:Tyler Kirkpatrick,
Speaker:Cynthia Malflora,
Speaker:and Richard Andrews.”
Speaker:Ryan leaned down,
Speaker:pressing his nose just against Richard’s ear,
Speaker:“Now you’re really gonna get it tonight.”
Speaker:The tiger slowly withdrew his paw
Speaker:carefully zipping up the chipmunk’s fly. * * *
Speaker:The door to Richard’s apartment barely closed before the Ryan lifted him off the ground
Speaker:pressing his maw against the chipmunk’s.
Speaker:“I love you,” he purred into the kiss.
Speaker:“I love you too,” Richard flushed -
Speaker:it was the first time he had heard it - the first time they had exchanged those words. He felt
Speaker:the tiger’s claws against his shirt,
Speaker:“Hey! Hey! These are rentals!”
Speaker:Ryan set him down and purred busily kicking off his shoes and hastily removing his clothes,
Speaker:“Right… deposit - need - back,”
Speaker:he panted his words strained as he licked his chops.
Speaker:He pushed his pants down and revealed what was once a white jock stained slightly yellow from sweat and dried cum, “Here’s
Speaker:your treat sport.”
Speaker:He growled pulling his thoughts to something coherent.
Speaker:“If it’s my treat - why isn’t it in my mouth?”
Speaker:growled Richard in return dropping to his knees to lap and nuzzle at the strained pouch
Speaker:his body shuddering happily at the rich musky scent and the sharp sweet-and-tangy flavor of the dampened material.
Speaker:Fall 2008
Speaker:The leaves fell quietly,
Speaker:caught in the crisp fall winds.
Speaker:Richard pulled the collar of his jacket up;
Speaker:his winter coat still growing in.
Speaker:“Four fucking years and I am still cold.”
Speaker:“I read somewhere it can take like ten years for our bodies to sync to a new climate,”
Speaker:Ryan chuckled, still wearing his summer clothes, a muscle shirt and shorts.
Speaker:“I’ll remember that in June,”
Speaker:grumbled the chipmunk.
Speaker:“So you finally have a day off together and you wanted to come for a walk in the park?”
Speaker:The tiger draped his arm over his boyfriend
Speaker:pulling him against him,
Speaker:“here I’m mostly grown in right now.”
Speaker:The chipmunk’s nostrils flared for a second
Speaker:catching the faintest hint of dried sweat,
Speaker:a flash of disappointment crossing his face,
Speaker:“Well - a walk to start - and then -
Speaker:“ “Dirty kinky sex at my place?”
Speaker:Ryan kissed the top of Richard’s head.
Speaker:Richard flushed and pulled away from the tiger his body no longer needing the extra warmth,
Speaker:the embarrassment handling that now.
Speaker:His eyes darted around the park making sure no one heard them as they started up the hill to the bridge over one of the many artificial rivers in the park.
Speaker:“Yes - well maybe -
Speaker:but I had another idea first.”
Speaker:Leaning on the railing of the bridge he took in the odd little view -
Speaker:the forest inside the urban jungle.
Speaker:Ryan spun around hopping up onto the railing to sit and stare down at the Richard,
Speaker:his tail thrashing in anticipation,
Speaker:“I’ve seen the bathrooms here - we won’t exactly be able to do that here.”
Speaker:He rolled his eyes and looked up at the tiger tapping his nose,
Speaker:“Actually, there is an art house theatre showing a marathon tonight;
Speaker:and since I finally read all those books loaned me -”.
Speaker:The tiger’s claws clinked against the stone failing leaving grooves,
Speaker:“How the ever-loving fuck did you get tickets to The Storm Warriors marathon!”
Speaker:Richard smiled big and pushed himself up on his toes to kiss Ryan on the nose,
Speaker:“I asked a friend for help.”
Speaker:“I love you.” Fall 2009
Speaker:“Dance of the Seven Swords is obviously the best book in the entire series,”
Speaker:Ryan fumbled through the pages of the book in his lap with his left hand,
Speaker:his right rubbing between Richard’s ears
Speaker:moving the chipmunk’s face slightly lower, pressing the chipmunk’s slight muzzle against his jock clad groin,
Speaker:“I mean obviously he’s had a lot of time to improve on his writing style over the past fifteen years.”
Speaker:He let out a soft groan,
Speaker:“That’s the spot -
Speaker:lick right there sport.”
Speaker:Richard struggled against Ryan’s hand pulling back and sitting on his haunches,
Speaker:“Book talk or blowjob -
Speaker:pick one.” “Blowjob,”
Speaker:Ryan said sheepishly putting the book to the side.
Speaker:The chipmunk nodded and leaned forward happily lapping and nuzzling at Ryan’s groin,
Speaker:“good choice.” “Book talk after blowjob?”
Speaker:The tiger mewed rubbing behind both of Richard’s ears.
Speaker:The chipmunk grunted and rolled his eyes,
Speaker:“Still can’t get Lance to read them can you?”
Speaker:Ryan blushed a bit,
Speaker:“Nah - he doesn’t even like to hear me talk about them.”
Speaker:Richard pulled back again and pressed his palms on Ryan’s knees,
Speaker:“Do you want to stay here tonight?
Speaker:Like old times?” “Lance will get mad if I --”
Speaker:“Fuck ‘im. Seriously, fuck ‘im.
Speaker:You’re staying over -
Speaker:tell him you had too much to drink or something.”
Speaker:The tiger nodded and grabbed his phone typing out a quick message and hitting send,
Speaker:“So book talk and blowjob?”
Speaker:he said with a wry smile.
Speaker:“Nope - that level of geekdom
Speaker:is for boyfriend or greater level access.
Speaker:You’ll have to do them in order
Speaker:or upgrade to the fuck and book talk package.”
Speaker:Fall 2010
Speaker:“I got the part!” “That’s great honey,”
Speaker:came the high pitch squeal of a chipmunk over the phone.
Speaker:“I am so proud of you!”
Speaker:Richard panted - he had just
Speaker:run up the stairs to his room to make the call
Speaker:blowing past Penny giving her an excited squeal of joy that he got the role,
Speaker:“So it’s a 4 year contract with renew option!
Speaker:I am actually going to have my name printed in the Playbill!”
Speaker:“My son! A real dancer on Broadway!”
Speaker:“Principal Dancer!”
Speaker:“So are you doing anything to celebrate?
Speaker:Going out with that boyfriend of yours? The one I met last year?”
Speaker:“We broke up mom - remember?”
Speaker:The line went quiet for a moment - the silence amplifying the embarrassment,
Speaker:“You just talk about him so much I thought…”
Speaker:“No mom - it’s fine.
Speaker:We are great friends still!”
Speaker:A sigh of relief came echoed over the line,
Speaker:“Oh good - I thought I just;
Speaker:well you know.” “He’s picking me up in a few hours though! He promised to take me to sushi to celebrate!”
Speaker:Summer 2014
Speaker:“So that’s the last box!”
Speaker:Ryan purred happily as he loaded it into the small moving van and pulled the door closed,
Speaker:“need to take a look around one last time? I mean
Speaker:10 years of living here has to be some kind of record.”
Speaker:Richard looked back at the Dancer’s Line,
Speaker:the smile spreading across his face once more -
Speaker:the same as it was when arrived in the city,
Speaker:“Nah. I want to remember it just like this. The same way it was when I got here.”
Speaker:“I think that’s a great idea sport.”
Speaker:The chipmunk shuddered happily for a second,
Speaker:“You sure it’s okay I take over your lease?”
Speaker:“Yeah I cleared it with the management company last week. They
Speaker:won’t give you any trouble and if they do -
Speaker:well you can always have me talk to them,”
Speaker:the tiger puffed out his chest doing his best to be intimidating
Speaker:after just having been soft and sweet.
Speaker:Richard leaned into the tiger and chuffed,
Speaker:“You and CJ are getting serious huh?”
Speaker:“Yeah - looks like it sport.
Speaker:But today is about you.
Speaker:I mean ten fucking years -
Speaker:have you told Sully you’re quitting?”
Speaker:“Doing one last shift - tonight’s
Speaker:jockstrap night - gotta make an appearance.” “Well I know where I’ll be tonight sport.”
Speaker:This was the second and final part of “Bare Assed Broadway” by Ashe Valisca,
Speaker:read for you by Rob MacWolf,
Speaker:werewolf hitchhiker.
Speaker:As always, you can find more stories on the web at thevoice.dog,
Speaker:or find the show wherever you get your podcasts.
Speaker:Happy Pride, and Thank you for listening to The Voice of Dog.