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Drunk Off His Ass

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a

fantasy

by

Gruffy

2018

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Hehhey!

Here's another Gruffy original for you, first released on Patreon for preview by my patrons and then unleashed to the world for everyone to enjoy. That's the best part, of course :) I hope you have a good time reading, and I shall look forward to reading your comments! Remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well. Sharing the stories on your furry social media such as Twitter is also fantastic.

Have a good one!

Cheers!

With an appearance and collaboration from Brian Silverfang

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"...bruuuuuh...I'm thirsty..."

Druff's chuff was surprisingly loud in the otherwise quiet hallway. The lights were low, nighttime illumination, for sure. It was already past eleven, at their last check, when the tiger had paid the cab in front of the building. It appeared to the tiger that the wolf's voice had grown even more slurred since.

"Is that so?" said the Druff.

"Hmmhmhm...I'm parched."

The tiger glanced over at the wolf. Brian Silva appeared somewhat rumpled, leaning at the wall next to the door that led into Druff's apartment . His tail swung cheerfully between his legs. He looked like he was smiling to a secret joke passing through his mind.

"I have some of the fizzy water you like in the fridge," Druff said. The tiger had his paw in his coat pocket while he looked for his house keys.

Instead of another stream of slurred words the tiger was expecting, he suddenly felt the weight of his thickly muscled companion upon his back. The obviously drunken student threw his bulk against Druff. The professor let out another chuff that sounded entirely too loud, partly from the added weight, but mostly out of indignation at the feeling of a familiar bulge grinding onto his ass, separated with clothes as they were. The wolf was mashing their hips together right there in the hallway, shamelessly, pressing and shifting his hips from side to side.

"And what are you doing?" Druff questioned. His paw was still rummaging through the pocket it was in.

"Obviously helhping you look for the kheysh..." Brian half slurred and half drawled in the best attempt at a bedroom voice he could muster. The alcohol was very much apparent on his breath. "Methinks you're too slow, old manh..."

He was snaking his arm around Druff's other side and under his coat while he spoke, to slip into one of the front pockets of the form-flattering dress pants the tiger was wearing. Brian went right for his crotch, grabbing as much dick through the pocket as he could. He rumbled hotly at the slightly but surely hardening power tool he found there.

"Jhackpot..." The young hunk declared, while simultaneously fondling the tiger's dick through the pocket of his pants and grinding his clothed hardon against Druff's broad and nicely firm rump. It wasn't entirely clear which of the tiger's intimate body parts the horny drunk of a wolf was referring to at the moment. He was being very busy with both.

"I don't think that's the key," Druff commented in a surprisingly clear voice despite having fingers squeezing down on the base of his dick.

"Hmph...you always complain..." Brian opined. "Took so long to pick what to eat too, p-pops...thought I'd starve..."

The wolf decided to distract the tiger even more by blowing to his ear. The said ear flicked rapidly. Druff rumbled. His slight motion as a result attracted the college lupine to wriggle his groin against Druff's rear again.

"Hmm...at least you didn't suffer from dehydration."

The tiger found the key and slipped it into the lock.

"Hmmh...put it in there deep, daddy Druff..."

"Hah!" the tiger snuffled.

"Aaaall the way... " The wolf continued his dirty narration of the utterly mundane act of unlocking a door, though emphasizing his words with forward grinding motions of his hips and some generous fondling of the still hardening tiger cock.

"Hmmmrh... careful back there, boy" the tiger rumbled. His voice did betray the cat's enjoyment at the drunk stud's lewd ministrations, with the added thrill of being out in the open, no matter how slight the chance of being seen was at that hour in the quiet, gentrified hallway. Not that it would matter to either of them. They didn't have much to hide. It could still probably be passed off as something else, in the dimly lit confines of the hall.

Druff straightened out his posture, working against the bulky lupine body on his back while he worked the lock to his abode. He was telling the wolf through his body language not to allow himself too many liberties.

"Pooh...whassa matter, pops..." The wolf grazed his fangs teasingly against the tiger's ear, while his greedy paws groped away undaunted. "Afraid of the big bad wufffff?"

"Pffft!" Druff's incredulity was palpable in his vocalization when he moved to the security lock "And who do you think you're talking to here? That lion waiter who you were fucking with your eyes ever since he brought our menus?"

The wolf let out a mournful grumble at the mention of their server for the night at The Golden Cockerel.

"Hmrmhmhm...he was asking for it..." Brian mused, "you saw how his tail was swinging every time he was walking to the kitchen and there was that apron lining his ass...fucking hell..."

He ground the tiger's rear, as if imagining it belonged to the sexy lion instead. The tiger's cock got fondled again as well.

"...that ass, pops, like a pair of melons in those fucking tight suit pants you just wanna rip off and get under that tail..." Brian envisioned in a near-pant.

The safety lock clicked open. That didn't disturb the wolf in his reverie.

"...hnnnnhghhh....unf..."

"...could you stop fondling me long enough that I can get this door open?" Druff tilted his muzzle towards the wolf behind him. "We're blocking the way."

"Hmph...let me enjoy this moment..." the wolf pleaded in his own grumble. "I like it here..."

"In the hallway?"

"Nooo...here..." the wolf pressed his hips flush with the tiger's rear. "Hhmmmm..."

"You can do that inside as well." Said the tiger, trying to negotiate with the who who was holding his most precious bits hostage. He could try to move things along manually, but Druff didn't want to dampen the mood any. Not when things were unfolding much as predicted.

"Mnnnh, I know your gamesh, tigguh..." Brian nuzzled at the side of the tiger's muzzle while continually grinding up against his rear and fondling the by now mostly fully hard piece of barbed flesh.

"As soon as I let go, I ain't gettin' at this beauty no more..." This time the wolf emphasized his words with a hefty slam of his hips - and rock hard bulge - against the ass in question. It prompted an indignant grunt from the tiger. He swung the door open and twisted his body sideways, wresting away from the wolf's grip, much to his obvious chagrin.

"Come on now, behave." Druff gestured at the open door, then turned to step through it "We're going inside."

"Pfffht, fine... spoilsport..." The wolf grumbled as he stepped forward to follow the tiger into the familiar apartment. His eyes were trailing the motion of the attractive rump he was pried away from.

"Stupid sexy lion..." Brian continued to mutter under his breath, passing next to the tiger.

"Perhaps you should have taken him home instead, then." The Druff chuffed, closing the door behind them and locking it once more.

The wolf let out a chuckle of his own.

"You a little jealous over there pops?" Druff didn't need to look back to imagine the shit-eating grin that was surely covering the wolf's muzzle.

"Pfft! I'm not going to dignify that." Druff stated while stashing away the keys in their usual bowl on a small table to the right. Very soon the wolf was once again upon the tiger, maneuvered front to front this time around, with Druff pressed up against the hallway door and the young hunk pushing their bodies together for mutual enjoyment.

"No need to worry pops..." Brian rumbled out in a husky voice, nose inches away from the tiger's.

Druff raised his brow.

"Did I show any concern yet?"

"Hrr.m....I'm in the mood for something else anywaysh..." The wolf drawled out with a meaningful squeeze of the tiger's prominent bulge, one paw between their bodies.

"You are very drunk," Druff commented.

Brian swayed his hips and did some further groping at Druff's manly pride. His motion ground his dick to both his own paw and the tiger's swollen crotch.

"Yessssh...and I feeeel grrrrreeeat.." the wolf replied. "And sheeexxy..."

"Stop slurring," Druff rumbled. "It is not very attractive."

Hrrrrhm..." The wolf just rumbled into the tiger's neck, giving the bulge in his paw one last appreciative grope before, perhaps too gracefully considering his inebriation, spinning himself around on his heels and pressing his body back against the tiger's, back to front. He made sure to grind his beefy ass against Druff's clothed manhood good and proper.

"Bet this ish, though..." The wolf husked out again, though seemingly attempting to speak more clearly.

"Uuuhh and this, too..." grabbing hold of one of the tiger's paws in his own, the wolf brought it up to his own tenting pants and pressed the heavy striped paw to his own prominent bulge, laying his own over the back of the tiger's palm and caressing himself with it while his other paw busied itself by grabbing a generous pawful of the tiger's flank, groping the side of a glute and using it to aid in the dirty grinding of ass to crotch. That way he got tiger attention on both sides of hips.

The tiger reacted to the maneuver with some surprise, but not with displeasure. He let the wolf's paw push his own fingers more firmly to his bulge. The wolf's ass felt warm and cozy against his own fully hard boner. The wolf was generously aroused. He'd even grown knotty already. The bulb of flesh was easy to discern under his fingers.

"Hhmmm...that's the spot, pops..." Brian approved of the tiger's explorations.

The tiger chuckled dryly.

"Maybe I should take you out to eat more often, if this is the result," Druff said.

"Yesss please..." the wolf retorted. "Hmmm..."

"Don't mind if I do, then." The tiger half-purred, squeezing with his paw and grinding with his hips. Whether he meant dinner or more actively participating in the unfolding situation wasn't definitive. Druff didn't have to do much anyways, as the wolf seemed enthusiastic enough to take matters into his own currently slightly clumsy paws for the most part.

Brian ground his ass up and down, left and right, with the occasional circular motion thrown in, practically dry humping himself on the tiger's clothed cock. Druff only rumbled in satisfaction at the performance, leaning his muzzle to the wolf's ear to make sure the drunken horny wuff could hear that he was doing a good job. That muscular ass felt as delightful as ever against his groin, even with all the clothing in the way, and watching the usually excessively macho wolf giving him what was essentially a heavy duty lap dance on his own accord, so unlike his usual demeanor, just made the Professor throb in his pants with excitement.

The Druff decided to reward his companion by snaking his free arm under the plaid button-up the wolf was wearing and pressing his palm and fingers to the soft furs and firm muscle of his belly. He raked through them slowly but firmly, just the way he learned made the young hunk's toes curl.

He got a pleasured groan in return which he echoed with a playful nip at Brian's ear, and a heavy shove of his hips against that firm rear. His other arm was free to wrap around the wolf's chest and make their embrace more intense.

"Looks like someone needs to be taken care of..." the tiger declared.

"Hmm..." Brian pushed his ass back again. "Fuck me until my legs go weak..."

The tiger let out a dangerous growl at that statement. It was rare to hear the wolf say such things. His lusty drunken state must've contributed to the verbosity.

"Oh is that so?"

"Hmph..gimme tiger sausage.." the wolf smacked his lips.

"Greedy wolf." the tiger rumbled into an ear while grabbing hold of of a thickly muscled pectoral and squeezing hard while using the hand on the wolf's bulge to grind their bodies together even harder. He ramped up the dangerous growl he knew to be quite effective in pushing down any remaining resistance in the wolf.

"Careful what you wish for, boy..."

Brianf simply groaned out in satisfaction and arched his back, pushing both his chest into the grabbing paw and ass back against the very hard lump that just barely pushed apart his muscled globes through their clothing and promised much more carnal and thorough pleasure to come soon.

"I want it aaaall..." The wolf drawled and panted, clearly swimming in a haze of blind lust and inebriation, simply gone to the base instinct of hungering for more of all these good feelings and echoes of the mind-numbing pleasure abundant in the more heated encounters with this tiger.

"Hrmrh..." The tiger was all throaty rumbles and possessive paws, very much pleased with how the situation was unfolding. "Makes those three bottles of red more than worth it..."

The wolf burped quite deliberately. He snickered afterwards, both from the sound he had made and the tiger's resulting grumble of disapproval. Brian made sure to swish his tail at the tiger's legs, plastered between their bodies as it was at the moment.

"I am surprised you are still ambulatory, too," Druff said.

"Shhtamina!" Brian boasted. "Gimme three more and..."

The wolf made a sound much like a purr, although very much slurred and much too dog-like to be truly something that would have come out of a feline. The cat present in the situation chuffed.

"No more alcohol for you today, boy."

Brian smacked his lips.

"Boooooring!" he deemed. "Can I at least get some cawk?"

Druff's ears flicked curiously at the slurred exclamation. He gave the wolf a look.

"Did you just say what I think you did?"

Brian wriggled his rump on the tiger's lap and grinned.

"Yesssss... now gimme sugar..."

The wolf let go of the piece of ass he was grabbing, but not without a slap for goodbye. Bending his arm as best as he could without losing too much bodily contact, he brought his paw to the tiger's belt-buckle and started fumbling with it.

"I could help you with that, you know." Druff mused and started to move the paw that was on Brian's chest, until the wolf barked out his protest.

"You just shtay where you are! And don't get lazy now popsh... work that nipple sum more...." The wolf demanded, and the tiger was only too happy to oblige with an amused chuckle, returning to the pectoral he was fondling earlier and pinching the hard little nub there. It made the college stud to hiss from the pinching pleasure.

"Thaaat's the stuff..." He drawled, managing to slide the head of the belt through the loop, but still fumbling clumsily with the rest of the mechanism.

"It would go much faster if you just turned around, too." The tiger rumbled into the wolf's ear before nipping it again in concert with another twist of the nipple.

"Shhhit... " The wolf half-groaned half-moaned.

"You asked for it."

"Pff...you're not the boss of me... hah!" He exclaimed triumphantly, with perhaps a bit too much pride in his voice. "Theeeeere we go!"

Druff's belt came undone and hung loose to the sides, followed shortly by the undone button and the ever-dirty sound of a zipper coming undone. The tipsy wolf removed his hand after squeezing a hello to the tiger's underwear-clad goods, and leaned his ass back against it, one less obstacle in the way.

"Your turn now, pops..." He squeezed the tiger's paw he was holding on top of his own bulge.

The tiger took the opportunity to grind his now only underwear-covered bulge at the wolf's rump. Druff liked the way the muscles flexed under his hips. It was getting harder to control himself through all this teasing.

"What do you want me to unwrap?" the Druff questioned.

"Hmmmrh, the ghood stuff you like..." The wolf ground back into the now more defined shape of the tiger's tool before swinging his hips forward again to rub himself meaningfully against the striped paw still there.

"Gho on... ghet at yhour prize, pops..." The wolf kept urging the tiger on, his current eagerness making him a little impatient.

"I might have a few ideas," Druff said. "I need my paw, however."

Brian's fingers gave one further squeeze over Druff's knuckles before he let his paw fall to his side.

"Happy?" the wolf questioned.

"I'm sure I need to do a lot more before you are happy," said the tiger while fondling the wolf's bulge.

"Good start..." The wolf mumbled, but otherwise leaned backwards into the warm body behind him . Druff kept playing with that bulge for a little while longer, but soon moved his attention onto the wolf's own belt buckle, which came undone much faster, as the tiger could see what he was doing and wasn't nearly as drunk.

Druff made quick work of the button and zipper, briefly drawing his hips back to slide those pants down over the mounds of wolf ass before promptly gluing his groin back to it, now separated only by comparatively thin fabric from his grand prize. He let the pants drop down unceremoniously around the wolf's ankles after slamming his clothed manhood against that delightfully firm rear, grinding up and down and wiggling his hips from side to side until his own dropped to mirror those of the hunky student in his grasp.

"Don't get too comfortable on me yet,boy." the tiger growled hotly and slipped his hands right down the front of the wolf's boxers, grabbing a tight hold over the throbbing length that felt completely rigid and so very warm between his fingers. He gave that straining dick a rolling squeeze, and combined with another pinch of a nipple had the wolf hissing and groaning in pleasure.

"Come on, pops... " Brian panted, grinding his ass almost desperately against the hard shaft he could feel so clearly now through the thin fabric of their underwear. "Need... need more..."

The tiger chuffed as he felt a small trickle of pre smear his palm.

"Aren't you eager tonight, soiling your underwear like that... " The tiger teased his catch with that low manly rumble he knew was a turn on for the wolf, and moved his paw further down to say hello to the wolf's balls, grabbing and flopping them around in his paw. Druff wasn't far from it either, with how all the heavy-duty grinding against that taut brawny ass.

Things would need to escalate soon, for both of them.

"Shhhut up and gimme... what I want..." The wolf grumbled. He kept wiggling his hips from side to side as if trying to maneuver that piece of meat he was craving to feel hotdogging between those jutting ass cheeks, but couldn't because of their remaining underwear.

"Hmrhhm..." Druff dropped his paw down to the wolf's ass and squeezed on it hard. The fabric felt silky and very warm under his palm. The wolf's tail was wagging against his arm. Druff was tempted to give it a tug, but refrained. He had other places to play with, such as the knot that throbbed so very near to his fingertips. The wolf hissed and flexed his shaft at the touch.

"Theeease..."

"Says you," Druff accused.

"Pfff...you're assh much into it as I am..." Brian said.

Druff used the distracting presence of his fingers to pull down on the wolf's boxer shorts, about his right hip. The cloth began to slip away from Brian's fur and skin and exposed more of him.

"Ah yeah..." the wolf huffed at the sensation. He even managed to tilt his hips forward a little so that the tiger would have an easier time removing his underwear, first from one side and then the other. It felt very sensual for both of them, how the cloth behaved and stroked along newly bared skin. Druff leaned forward a little so that he could rub his teeth against Brian's neck.

"Ohhfff..."

With the wolf's underwear oút of the way now Druff's bulge found a good place, properly positioned between the college wolf's butt cheeks. He put a paw onto Brian's hip so that he could encourage the younger male to move to him again and make the contact more intense. The wolf complied quite happily to the gesture. It made him return to his old ways of butt-shaking in the hopes of getting some more adult fun out of it.

Bit by bit, the layers of cloth standing in the way of the intimate contact they both sought were peeled away, only the tiger's underwear remaining now that the wolf's own boxers joined his pants in a rumpled heap around his ankles. The wolf could feel every contour of that familiar hardness pushing it's way against his exposed rear, even the wet spot at the very tip of the tent as it pressed and ground against his sculpted flesh. The tiger might've heckled him earlier about leaking into his underwear, but Druff was guilty as well. The feeling of it and the anticipation it spurred made the wolf's knotty shaft throb with deeply seated need.

"Mmmyeah..." Brian rumbled hotly and ground back hard, prompting the tiger to deliver a playful swat to the side of a tawny glute and squeeze appreciatively.

"Hrrrmh, slutty wolf..." Druff growled into the said wolf's neck and bit down carefully but possessively, just enough to stoke the fire further. He was throbbing dangerously himself within his underwear, from being pressed and ground against such a supremely attractive piece of ass.

"I said shaddap and gimme, dirty old man..." The wolf retorted, drinking in all the sensations of rough man-loving. He barely even minded the label the tiger had slapped on him for now. -His behavior probably qualified, but he could always use the booze as an excuse. He wasn't in full control of his faculties but was thinking with his dick instead. The tiger rubbing and stroking it surely counted as a rude way of manipulating the wolf.

His next attempt at grinding was terminated by the tiger, moving forward. He pushed on Brian and caused him to straggle, pants around their legs and all, towards the opposite wall of the hallway. Brian barely got his arms forward to take the impact when the tiger almost tossed him to the wall. Even the shock of his contact with the wall felt kind of fun, for reasons he couldn't explain.

"Hrmmhhm...ruff daddy..." the wolf drawled.

The tiger didn't give him a moment to recover. He slapped the wolf's ass and bit down on his shoulder. When his hips pushed flush with Brian's rear, the wolf could feel that he now had his hard cock out. He could feel the fabric of his underwear, too, which meant that the tiger must have simply pulled the elastic under his balls to release himself before going to town.

"Yeahhh..." the wolf grinned to himself.

Druff humped and grappled the wolf happily. He was really putting his weight behind his movements and made Brian feel every thrust that landed on his rump. His asshole clenched whenever the barbed tip of the tiger's dick approached the base of his tail. It tingled good. All there was were the physical sensations that made his hole twitch and itch for something hard and thick and fleshy.

It made it that much more frustrating when it all ceased and the tiger's weight, along with the dangerous presence of his throbbing cock between the wolf's cheeks, disappeared. But it didn't last long enough for the wolf to protest. A lewd smacking sound resounded through the hallway as Druff brought his heavy paws down onto the upturned mounds of beefy wolf ass with force, making the cheeks ripple slightly and their owner hiss out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the sharp stinging going straight to the wolf's cock again.

Druff squeezed hard, and pried those cheeks apart, having knelt down to face-level with them.

"What're you dhoooohshhhhh..." The wolf started, but his words trailed off in a pleasured groan as he felt the tiger's familiar tongue swiping along his quivering hole, almost hard enough to penetrate. Another swipe had the hole dripping slightly with saliva already, and the wolf's legs buckling from the sudden onslaught.

"Gotta spitshine your tight little manhole first, boy." The tiger smacked his lips lewdly, nipping at one firm buttock before diving back in and making a veritable mess of the poor little hole and its surrounding area. His jaws kept gnawing and his tongue swept about vigorously, making everything even more wet. As arousing as the idea of just powerfucking the wolf then and there with only his pre as lube was, the tiger just couldn't help himself. He was confident the wolf could have taken it, and drawn plenty of pleasure from it, but Druff saw no reason not the enjoy himself to the fullest. Besides, playing with the wolf's ass first meant that he'd be even hungrier for something to finally sink in that pucker and turn him into a right butt bitch.

The tiger kept the wolf's ass cheeks well spread with palmfuls of rump held in the grip of his fingers. He wanted to give himself some room to work properly at the wolf's crack. Brian's tail jumped from side to side just above the tiger's head and threatened to brush on his ears. Druff knew that the wolf was likely not entirely in control of his tail faculties anymore. Having a raspy tongue trying to fuck your asshole tended to have that effect, in Druff's experience. He hadn't been immune to it himself. Listening to Brian's moans and feeling the asshole flutter against his tongue gave the tiger the resolute idea that he would have to sit on the wolf's face soon enough, to get some reach around in the way of ass eating.

Brian had to spread his legs further to balance himself against the wall. The move caused his butt to push even more backwards and to plant his ass on the tiger's face. The resulting rumble made his hole clench from the vibrations that followed. It reminded Brian a bit of the kinky time the dirty tiger had used one of his massaging wands all over the wolf, including pushing it against his hole and turning it on max. The wolf had thought he might alternatively faint, cum paws-free, or maybe need to go to the ER after the vibrations caused his asshole to swallow the sizeable massage head. At least it hadn't come to that and soon the tiger had replaced his buzzing electric toy with something even more pleasant in the shape of his generously barbed dick.

"Hrmhmh...juuust like that..." Brian drawled with abandon. He was finally getting some relief to his chronic case of blue balls and even if it meant raising his tail to a tiger instead of plunging his own dick undr the tail of a cockteasing lion, he didn't mind too much. He just wanted sex. He pretty much outright craved it, to get his body going again in that wonderful, explicit way.

The tiger revelled in his partner's eagerness, feeling spurred on by this uncharacteristically wanton behavior. It was a very rare treat getting a hunk like this into such a needy and receptive state, and so very exciting. It stoked his fires like few other things as he was making sure the stud's hole would be dripping with saliva. A few more insistent tongue swipes, and the poor entrance had no chance. As soon as Druff felt some give, he shoved his slippery appendage forward and through the hole that immediately clenched down, the wolf's body reacting to the penetration, coupled with incoherent noises from above.

As fun as it was, Druff ultimately didn't spend too much time with his face buried between Brian's butt cheeks. He was far too horny and excited himself by this point and could feel the precum he was leaking dribble down.

The time to tease was over. He wanted to play.

With one last swipe of his tongue over the quivering pucker, the daddy tiger stood back up to his full height behind the wolf, keeping those thickly muscled rump cheeks spread to observe his handiwork with a primal kind of hunger in his eyes.

"Whassat..." The wolf drawled, and complained further at the loss of satisfying tongue action on his rear "Getting tired already, pops?"

"There's a lot more coming for you, boy." The Druff growled at the wolf dangerously.

Druff stepped forward, the pants still around his ankles as forgotten as the wolf's own, save the faint rattling of the belt buckle as he moved, conveying the raw urgency of their heated coupling that made it just that much more thrilling.

Bringing their hips flush together again, the tiger ground briefly back and forth in the spit-slickened valley to coat as much of his throbbing manhood as he could with the combination of saliva and his own pre- and smearing it around the wolf's crack in the process for some added marking. After a few moments, the lord of the manor decided it was good enough, and pulled his hips backwards until his oozing tip kissed the tight little hole that was about to be claimed thoroughly.

"Better hold on there..." came a rumble from the tiger as he applied some force with his hips to keep himself in place while he moved the paws prying apart the wolf's muscled globes to just above the flare of his hips. His fingers snaked under the plaid shirt Brian was still wearing, which the tiger thought made the college hunk look especially charming, in a country boy sort of way, maybe.

Once the tiger's grip was secure, he simultaneously pulled the wolf towards him and pressed forward with his own hips, penetrating the prepared hole with ease into the tightly gripping heated tunnel beyond in one smooth, uninterrupted motion. He didn't spare the wolf, but he moved until his hips were flush with that broad rump and he was sheathed balls deep within sublime warmth and tightness, his barbed shaft throbbing victoriously inside his conquest.

"Yesssss..." The Druff sighed with pleasure, savouring every little sensation.

The wolf shuddered and growled, but did not try to pull away from the quick penetration. The tiger putting himself inside the wolf's ass was hardly surprise, but he had rarely done it with such speed. As a result it did sting, a great deal, but it also felt good. There was instant warmth and fullness, barbs and stretching and the unexpected pleasure of getting it in the ass. It still managed to surprise him with the intensity, and the very fact that their bodies could do something like it with no apparent ill effect. He might be sore afterwards, but it was a good kind of a sure.

"Hmhphhh..." Brian bit down on his lip. He knew that the resulting near-whine was something the tiger found to be very sexy. It was hard to keep the noises from coming out too wantonly. That battle he had probably already lost. Brian was loathe to admit to this defeat, even at that point.

But for now he was expectant. Brian felt like he probably had a good reason to, as well. The tiger wasn't moving at all. Instead of that he just stayed on the mount, obviously enjoying all the sensations it brought. Brian knew that the tiger's stillness was more just to tease the wolf even further, rather than to give him a chance to get used to the dick in the butt. It was making him feel antsy for more action, even if he knew that having to wait was probably not a bad idea for the sake of his ass later on. He might be getting a hangover, but an ass hangover was the worst, especially in combination.

The tiger growled when the grip on Brian's hip tightened. It made the wolf want to grumble back in challenge to the tiger who was intending to take his ass like that. He didn't really even get that far when he felt the tiger withdraw from him, incrementally, so very slowly.

"Uhhh..." the wolf huffed.

Then the thick shaft went back in, until the tiger's groin was mashed to Brian's ass.

"Let's see how much you can really take, wolfy boy..."

The tiger's free paw grabbed Brian's scruff and yanked his head backwards. At the same time he rolled his hips powerfully, to really grind his shaft against the poor wolf's prostate. He kept pulling on the thick fur on Brian's neck, and saw his back muscles ripple with the effort of staying still, resisting the intense tug.

"Hrrrrh!" The alcohol and lust drunk wolf growled dangerously in response to this sudden and incredibly dommy gesture. He bared his fangs, with more base instincts coaxed out. His whole body tensed, including his rear passage, much to the tiger's delight as the heated tunnel clamped down hard on his rigid manhood.

It stung, Druff's harsh grip and pull on his scruff, but there was also the more psychological effect of being manhandled this roughly, a reaction that was harder to define. The wolf felt challenged and threatened, but there was also part of him that revelled in the sense of danger and rush of adrenaline the act coaxed out of him. The wolf found it thrilling and stimulating enough for his knotty cock to twitch and leak pre down its stiff length. It was the same part that thrived the further he lost himself in the tides of lust and sex, the part that evaporated his inhibitions and enjoyed the feeling of that thick barbed monster plowing through his insides with glee.

But there was a part of him that wouldn't let the tiger just have his way and do whatever he wanted so easily. The wolf put on a show and resisted, with fingers scraping against the wall, fangs bared and throaty growls he let the tiger behind him know he was a big tough beast of a manly wolf he couldn't make into his bitch no matter what he tried. He was also a sturdy powerhouse who could take anything the tiger could dish out, and then some, with the slow arching of his back and grinding his ass against the tiger's powerful hips with equal force, to smash that rump against the tiger's crotch even harder, to make that barbed cock feel like it was about to conquer another bit of the wolf's tightly gripping tunnel and make a mess of his prostate. Druff seemingly had to fight for every inch of ground he wrestled from the wolf, but it was all part of the game they played that made both of their libidos soar, along with the excitement and thrill of their coupling.

"Awhh...yeah!" the wolf huffed out.

The experience was visceral and intense for the wolf, feeling the infuriating pleasure of the tiger's thick, throbbing piece of meat stretching him out and filling him so completely and forcing jolts of pleasure up his spine and through his groin while at the same time feeling the stinging discomfort of the dominating grip on his neck scruff. But the clashing duality that together brought such perplexingly complete pleasure and satisfaction was nothing new when it came to his sexual experiences with the Druff.

The contrast of pleasure and pain was mirrored in the internal struggle of submissive joy and a dominant personality that screamed at him to flip the tiger over and powerfuck the cum out of the big cat instead, and at the nexus of it all was just pure bliss and mind-numbing pleasure that made him feel like he could blow his load all over the wall at any moment if the next thrust of a barbed cock inside of him hit his prostate just right.

The Druff knew all that, and played along accordingly. His rough deep thrusts and the more shallow quick pumps gave the wolf's ass a good work-out. The tiger looked between their bodies momentarily so that he could watch the decadent slide of his dick through the grip of the wolf's ass. He could feel the half of wolf's rear he was holding clench under his paw with both the in and out thrusts, sensual and strong. Even the wolf's tail had the sense of shifting to the side to give the tiger room to operate.

"Raising your tail like a good boy...well done, wuffy..." the tiger decided to heckle the wolf a little upon this, without missing any of his determined pumps into the wolf's rear.

Brian growled upon hearing such teasing words, but the next prostate-massaging thrust made his voice break and become a simple growl again. His own cock twitched. It kept bouncing back and forth from the force of the tiger's humps and slapped the wolf's belly on occasion. It sounded as sexy as it felt.

"Yeah...who's the boss now..." the tiger drawled in a voice that was completely out of a porn flick, Brian thought, even in his distracted state.

The tiger was the boss, of course, that much the wolf knew very well by then. He was the one pinned to a wall and fucked for everything he was worth. At least he got his own rocks off in the process, something he liked to tell himself when remembering what he was currently eagerly taking felt like. The indescribable feeling of the thick, oozing tigermeat hammering in and out of him, and the incredibly dirty and arousing feeling of powerful hips smacking against his pert glutes were always enough to make him not care and simply want more... even without the distracting sensations of the unrelenting grip on his scruff working itself into the usual tapestry of sensual and carnal stimuli. Druff was unrelenting in his pull. He knew exactly what it could potentially do to the wolf's arousal in the addled state without much inhibition he was in, seemingly determined to make the large wolf submit.

But so was the wolf.

He could barely speak anything besides vaguely coherent groans and growls, from how high-strung his body and mind were with heated tension. He still had the presence of mind not to give in to such a profoundly dominant gesture and held his ground, back arched and rippling muscles taut with tension from the strain of both their heavy rutting and the tug-of-war, on top of working to maintain his posture.

Druff revelled in the wolf's defiance He was outright basking in the rush of breeding such a headstrong and powerful male. The sight of his thick tool sliding out of the tightly gripping hole framed by two thickly muscled globes that felt simply perfect against his hips when they cushioned his mighty thrusts, or the powerful muscles in the college hunk's broad back and shoulders working both against and in concert with the tiger for both the purpose of asserting himself and keeping steady while he took the barbed monster up his ass with obvious desire. All of it was bringing them both closer and closer to that moment of exploding heat and passion.

it was simply intoxicating.

The Druff slammed his hips forward with more force than before while he growled his triumphant pleasure into the wolf's ear as another taunt as he held his hips flush with that bouncy ass and felt how he spurted a hefty glob of fresh pre inside Brian's constricting tunnel.

"Hrrrh, that's right... take it all, bitch boy..." he wasn't quite breeding the wolf's ass with a torrent of seed yet, but Druff knew that he was getting there.

The tiger could tell they were both dancing on the edge of no return, like a balloon close to popping with a needle held to its surface. Druff felt the comparison to be accurate. Some kind of bursting was sure to happen soon. He'd just have to get the wolf to climax with him. One of the fabled mutual orgasms was probably a bit of a stretch, but he could always try. At least it wasn't down to lack of practice. Druff knew where the college wolf's weak spots laid. He could exploit them, both to hasten things or to draw it all out.

This was one of the former times. His patience had worn very thin, and the tiger knew that he wanted to get off. Pounding the wolf as hard as he could seemed like an appealing way to make it happen.

"Here we go..."

The growling tiger replaced his paw on the wolf's neck with his muzzle, to spare his paw for other duties. He wrapped his arm around the wolf's chest to hold onto him tight, while he bit down on his scruff. The heat and the tug on the wolf's furs made Brian grumble out.

"Hmhmhhh..."

Druff tongued the wolf's neck and squeezed his torso to his back. The tiger's balls slapped loudly onto Brian's own nuts when he further sped up his actions.

It only got worse - or better - for the wolf a moment later, when the tiger put his free paw around Brian's thick erection and began to pump it too along with his thrusts. He had barely stroked up it's length once before feeling the wolf's pre over his fingers, as the rigid piece of meat throbbed in his grip in time with most of his heavy thrusts.

'Good,' the tiger thought, squeezing and relaxing his grip as he stroked his partner's length in a special kind of massage. The wolf was about as close as he was. That would aid his plans.

Now that the aggressive move of pulling his scruff was done away with, Brian arched his back for the tiger as the striped arm wound around his thick chest and pressed their bodies together more completely. The warmth of the tiger's chest and stomach upon his back, as well as intimacy of the physical presence itself was something the wolf always enjoyed. Nothing quite like two strong bodies seeking purchase in each other. He groaned and tilted his head to the side for the tiger's muzzle to get a better angle on that wet mating bite, the sharp tingles of the fangs on his neck never failing to send thrillingly dangerous shivers down his spine.

The quickened pace of the pounding also visibly affected the young wolf, muzzle parted in heavy panting with the tongue lolled out to the side in what could only be taken for an expression of pure satisfaction. Every slam of the tiger's hips was like a spank on his cheeks, and every rampaging thrust of that pre-leaking barbed monster through his body stretched him out so good and pummeled his poor little prostate. His own cock mirrored all that with excited jerking and twitching. Now that the tiger was also vigorously stroking his knotty shaft, the impaled hunk truly felt like he could burst at any moment, and he was desperate for it, as he aided Druff in his efforts on both ends of him, rocking his hips in tandem with the tiger's own.

Somewhere in his mind, fogged over with alcohol and lust as it was, that ever-present voice that protested at the idea of being fucked into orgasming and subsequently claimed and bred like a bitch tried to assert itself, but the wolf was simply too far gone to care, so close to the edge that he could almost feel the electric sparks of orgasm running through his groin...

And then his vision blurred as the wolf's eyes rolled back while stars danced in front of them and let out a guttural howl while the first splash of pent-up wolf spunk hit the wall. It made an audible sound, which was quite the feat considering how noisy their sex was being. Brian's insides clenched so hard on the tiger that it felt like someone was yanking on his cock.

His teeth closed on thick skin and fur. Druff's growl was a terrifying one, muffled by the very wolf's body his face pressed against. His seed poured in thick gushes into the wolf's ass, and all the same, Brian still continued to send his own jets over the wall. The tiger kept stroking him, to make sure that he was milking out every single drop that the wolf had in store.

The wolf huffed and groaned, unable to keep the noises in. He didn't really care anymore. He just wanted more of those sensations that kept flowing through him. His balls were getting a good draining, and it was only aided by the fact that his inside muscles had to work against the tiger's intrusive shaft throughout his climax.

Brian was a puffing mess by the time the tiger finished in him, and was still. His muzzle was leaning sideways onto the wall that took the brunt of his explosive release, his legs felt comfortably numb and somewhat weak. His knotty cock pulsed idly in the tiger's grip, and the tiger's own, now still within him and buried up to the hilt was a steady filling presence, along with the liquid warmth that was fucked deeply into him.

He was trashed, but in a thoroughly satisfied way. Brian wasn't even feeling too disgruntled about the fact that it was a result of once again being treated to a hefty helping of tiger dick - not when he was quite literally asking for it, with his physical demeanor and his words too when he couldn't hold back anymore. That did feel a bit dirty, in retrospect, but Brian could live with it for the moment.

"Mmmh... good job, pops..." The wolf drawled. He was still riding the high of afterglow of the hard and heavy fucking he had been subjected to. The tiger was much the same, panting and rumbling. "Even if it made you tired..."

The tiger chuffed good-naturedly at the teasing words from the wolf.

"Does any part of me really feel tired?" Druff asked.

He flexed his dick inside the wolf's spunky tunnel. He felt Brian's hole flex around his shaft in reaction to the sensation. The wolf let out a lazy rumble in response, too.

"All bark... no bite..." Brian sobered up to a decent degree through the intense pounding he received, but was also left quite exhausted himself. It was a pleasant kind of tired, just like after a hard workout at a gym. A sign of a job well done, but it still left him feeling tired. He knew the tiger was much in the same boat as him, despite their back and forth bravado game.

Druff chuffed into the wolf's ear in response and gave it a parting nip before rising back upright .

"I wouldn't need to think for a moment whether to fuck another one out of you, boy, but I don't think my wall needs a complete coat of fresh paint," the tiger opined while he observed the sight of his still decently hard shaft slipping out of the hole that quickly closed in tight on itself. Druff observed his handiwork for a moment, a slight trickle of his seed running down the wolf's nuts. It was a sight to make him purr with self-satisfaction. It was simply decadent to see. The wolf let out a huff when he was emptied in such an abrupt manner.

Stepping further back and out of the pants that were rumpled down on the floor, the tiger observed the equally sexy sight of the wolf still leaning against the wall, ass pushed back with his own pants and underwear forgotten around his ankles in the urgency of their mating, and the plaid shirt that hugged to the hunk's broad back and shoulders and showed off his curves and bulk. It stopped right above the mounds of that freshly bred ass.

The tiger wished he had his trusty camera at the ready so that he could snap a picture.

Brian stayed in that pose regrettably briefly, standing up soon and stretching out before turning over to face the tiger with a broad, and slightly goofy grin on his muzzle. His smile and the gleam in his eyes suggested persistent intoxication.

"Your maid can clean that up."

"Oh I don't think so. You'll clean up your own mess. First thing after breakfast in the morning." the tiger sounded almost like a parent, a sentiment with which his bare legs and still erect shaft fully in view contrasted starkly.

"Bah!" The wolf just grunted but relented without further challenge.

"We both need a shower before bed as well. Pick up your clothes and put them away while I fetch some towels," the tiger instructed while picking up his own and carrying them away.

"Yes, dad..." The wolf grumbled, in jest, and did as he was told.

"Atta boy." Druff smirked and soon disappeared from sight. "Shower, 5 minutes!"

"Yeah, yeah." The wolf grumbled mostly to himself while he bent over to pick his pants and boxers up from the floor. As he was doing so, a piece of paper slipped out of the open chest pocket of his button-up. He picked the folded scrap up and examined it with mounting curiosity. He didn't remember putting anything in it since he took it out of the washer yesterday. He was sure it was empty, he'd made a point of washing the shirt for the meal outside.

It was a paw-written note containing one of those funny looking American phone numbers and a brief message in loopy letters that read, ''Saw you checking out the goods all night long. Give lion a call sometime, should get to know each other X"

The wolf simply grinned and felt his spent cock twitch with renewed excitement. It appeared that his eye-fucking had not been entirely in vain. At least this would prove the tiger wrong, that he'd been oling at a straight cocktease instead of someone who would appreciate the manly attention on a much more deeper level.

Brian licked his lips as he folded the paper again. He wanted to hide it in his pants pocket before joining the tiger in washing up. He had a feeling that he could use his renewed arousal to his advantage while in the bathroom with the big cat.

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