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The lupine's eyes opened lazily. His arms felt so sore. As strength returned to his muscles, the light pain around his biceps and wrists became more acute. The wolf realized that he wasn't lying in a bed like he was supposed to. Instead, he was standing. No... hanging. It was a clumsy move to get his weakened legs to balance himself on the ground so that he could properly stand. Ethan grunted, then blinked with just enough cognitive power to study his surroundings.

"What the hell..."

The wolf found himself in a room. A large, luxurious room with a king-sized bed and an expensive-looking carpet. Everything was spotless and clean, so even in his slow-minded state Ethan could tell it was a hotel room. The most unusual thing about the room was the hook dangling from the ceiling, to which the red nylon cords that kept his wrists tightly bound were attached in a short knot. That was what kept the wolf's arms stuck up and what had kept him sleeping on his feet. The first thing Ethan did was tug at it, but while the cords were soft and tender, they were obviously extremely resistant. Not only that, but the wolf quickly found that his legs were somewhat restricted too. Two ankle cuffs linked together kept him from spreading his legs too wide or attempting to use them for anything other than standing, really. Ethan tried to reach the hook above him with his fingers, but even at the tip of his clawed toes, he couldn't quite reach up to the ceiling.

He stopped his attempts when he looked to the other wall and found a large, wall-sized mirror staring back at him. Looking at himself bound there, he felt silly for not realizing earlier that his shirt, suit and even his sleek black pants were gone. Whoever had put him there had purposely removed his clothing. That much was obvious due to the fact that they had left his tie, the same navy blue one he had put on earlier that day, hanging from his neck loose and dishevelled. It rested right above the lighter part of the grey fur over his chest.

Ethan was a young wolf. Quite successful for someone barely entering his late twenties, the tabloids usually said. He had a lean body frame overall. Not an ounce of fat, but too much time spent studying and not enough at the gym had resulted in a lack of proper muscle. His fluffy, grey-coloured fur made up for some of it by giving the wolf a proper filling. Of a darker tone on his back, the grey fur took a lighter colouring starting on the surroundings of his muzzle and then going all the way down between his legs up until the underside of his tail. Not an unusual duo of colours for a wolf. Ethan was a dignified canine. He kept his fur well-groomed, his claws trimmed and his sharp teeth pristine clean. He could still smell the dash of cologne he had put on his neck earlier that night to give off a pleasant scent, too.

With his full consciousness returning, Ethan's mind stopped to try and make sense of where he was to start focusing on the how. His day went through his mind as he recalled it.

He had woken up before six, then after showering and grooming in his hotel room he had out to court early to prep for it. It was the last day of trial for the Connerone case, but he hadn't been nervous; He had been confident. As the lead attorney representing one of his firm's biggest clients, Ethan had spent the whole day in court but had emerged successful. They had won the action after weeks of turnabouts, the judge and jury had settled for them and both his client and his firm were a few million dollars richer.

Ethan could recall most details of the trial pretty well, but after that? Well, he had to think a little harder. He had gone back to his hotel, but it was still early. Seven o' clock flashing on the alarm clock by the nightstand. What was a lonely lupine attorney to do in a foreign city the night after his victory? His flight back home wouldn't leave until noon of the next day, so Ethan had reluctantly decided to give the five-star hotel bar a try.

The wolf remembered liking the place. He remembered sitting at the bar and drinking three glasses of whisky alone before he started to wonder what he was doing there. How could a wolf be such an excellent lawyer and be so bad at picking people up at the same time? That was when the hyena had shown up. Older, obviously past his forties but with the grand look of a successful businessman. The hyena had been taller than him, had been wearing a suit as well-tailored and expensive as his own. He wondered how the guy had been able to tell he was gay, Ethan wasn't exactly the obvious type.

Ethan remembered that he was able to tell that the guy wasn't used to flirting either, at least with guys almost half his age, but had been fun enough to talk. Harold was his name. The fourth and fifth shot of whisky helped Ethan in that regard and he had been considering inviting the man to his room, and then...

"Hngh..." Ethan grunted. And then he couldn't remember what else. Had the hyena done something to him? That seemed unlikely. Ethan wasn't a flirt, but reading people was his speciality. It was his way of living. That hyena didn't strike him as the type that would do something like that. The wolf's ears perked up. He realized he could still hear the soft mix of light jazz that had been playing at the bar. It meant that, whatever that room was, it couldn't be too far away from it. It definitely wasn't his room, though. Ethan had taken a suite and that room was significantly... simpler. And probably on one of the lower floors to be so close to the bar.

Unable to make sense of his situation, Ethan started to grow a little anxious. Should he shout for help? He was confident in himself, but he had never woken up naked and bound in a strange room before. The light buzz of his drinking still echoed inside his head, but the adrenaline made him pretty damn lucid. The wolf decided to try to free himself by jumping up to try to reach the hook on the ceiling where the nylon cord was tied to, but try as he might, he could do no more than scrape it with the tip of his claws. The knot seemed firm, here was no way he was going to get it loose like that.

The wolf was stuck standing there, arms up in the air with his wrists tied to the ceiling. With his anxiety growing, Ethan was just starting to ponder on his next move when the room's door opened. He saw another wolf walk in, look at him, open up a grin and close the door. Ethan frowned, but also relaxed.

"Jaxon Hayes," Ethan said, calling the other wolf by his name.

The other wolf's grin only widened. "Ethan Brooks," he responded with the same courtesy in his voice. "I'd shake your hand, but it doesn't seem like you are able to right now."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "I feel like I should be surprised, yet I'm not," the bound wolf said keeping his cool even if his legs did press themselves together a little. He did his best to ignore how vulnerable and exposed he felt and, instead, keep his chin up.

Jaxon's grin remained plastered all over his muzzle. The other wolf wore a full, black suit, much like the one Ethan had been wearing when he arrived at the bar. As he approached, Ethan was reminded that Jaxon was a good few inches taller than he was. His fur was jet black, which made quite the contrast with the sharp, white fangs adorning his muzzle. The singular fur colour gave the wolf a bit of a dashing look that Ethan might have envied if he was a shallow fifteen old teenager.

"Looking good, Ethan. Nice tie. You should wear that to work." Ethan could see Jaxon's eyes going down to the blue tie. It made him painfully aware that it was the only piece of clothing he was wearing, which he was sure was the intent.

"Funny," Ethan said without a drop of amusement. "What's the meaning of this, Jaxon?" The grey wolf's tone was heavy; one that let him show his lack of appreciation for waking up naked in an unknown room.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just felt like I hadn't seen enough of you," the black wolf responded in a playful way. One that was already starting to get annoying. He approached the bound wolf and made no effort in hiding how his eyes trailed down to Ethan's exposed chest.

"Seeing me in court all day wasn't enough for you?" This time, Ethan's voice carried the superior tone. He had indeed seen Jaxon all day. On the opposing counsellor seat representing the company going against his client. The company that had just been set back a few million dollars in property damage fees and legal compensation.

Ethan had known Jaxon Hayes for a few years. Perhaps known was a bit of a strong word, even. It was more like, known of Jaxon. The black wolf was a distinct lawyer representing one of the few firms in his city that could match the size of his own. That meant that, more than once, they had been opponents in court. Jaxon was a damn good lawyer, he had to admit it, for both he and his associates had been beaten by him in a few cases. None of them were as big as the one they had settled that day, however. Jaxon had put up a good fight, but it hadn't been enough.

"Who has time to properly appreciate anything in a courtroom? With a judge staring down at you?" Jaxon retorted. Ethan got to see the other wolf visibly licking his lips. Then, Jaxon started walking around him, eyes still staring at him in a way that made him feel more than a little uncomfortable. Ethan wasn't dumb, though. He didn't know Jaxon at a personal level, but he knew more about the black wolf than he needed, even. He knew how he operated. That was why he kept his tail firm, his ears straight and let absolutely no sight of discomfort show even while Jaxon walked a full circle around him.

"How did you even know I was gay? How did you pull this off?" Ethan went as far as putting a light growl in his voice. Enough to make it even more clear that he didn't like the development. Jaxton smirked, as he expected him to. He was the type that just loved to brag, after all.

"To be honest, I didn't. I was starting to regret staying in this boring hotel until I saw you sitting at the bar and hitting on an old dude. Seriously, Ethan, you can do better than that. After that, it was just a matter of slipping a few bills here and there, telling an inexperienced youngling of a bartender you were my friend and, of course, spiking your drink."

Ethan would never let it show, but he was indeed a little impressed that Jaxon had managed to pull all that off. What he didn't have to hold back was his outrage.

"You drugged me?"

Jaxon simply snickered in response, as if it was funny.

"You looked so cute all sleepy. I booked this room for the night. A little crude, but it'll serve its purpose. You can start feeling flattered now." Jaxon's grin was there again. Ethan had always found the wolf's cocky attitude annoying in court or settlement deals, but he was beginning to find out that it was nothing compared to seeing it from up close.

"Well then, I suggest you untie me right now if you don't want to wake up to an intimation of me pressing charges against you for illicit use of drugs. I might even not mention how you removed my clothing while I was drugged as well." The wolf put a little more growl in his words. Intimidation played a great part in being a lawyer, after all.

"Really, Ethan? You're gonna try to lawyer me up?" The small laugh Jaxon let out fueled Ethan's growling without him even meaning it to. Jaxon came to a stop from his pacing and faced Ethan eye to eye, still grinning despite the threats being made."Alright. Let's play that game then, how would you prove it?"

Ethan only needed a brief moment of thought as to what he would do. "As soon as I walk out of here, I'm gonna take a blood test and find out exactly what drug you used," Ethan growled. He made a point of showing a bit more teeth. Jaxon, however, still didn't look even a little fazed, raising an eyebrow in a questioning look.

"You and I both know that'd be circumstantial evidence at best," the black wolf promptly responded, "You can prove you've been drugged, but not that I was the one who did it." The annoying smirk of superiority Jaxon gave him made the hackles behind Ethan's neck stand. He rolled his eyes. The freaking wolf was pretty good, after all.

"Then I'll skim the charges towards kidnapping by the act of asportation and confinement without consent." The bound wolf kept his expression serious. He studied every single detail of Jaxon's reaction, but the taller wolf still did nothing but snort.

"But you see, lack of consent would mean you don't want to be here when, in fact, the truth is that you do," Jaxon responded in a matter-of-factly kind of way. Ethan's eyes simply narrowed towards him to the ridiculousness of his argument, waiting for the explanation that would obviously follow.

He didn't expect Jaxon to pull his suit out. He took it off and threw it over the bed to the side, walking past Ethan to do so. Ethan awkwardly shuffled himself around so that he wasn't there with his back facing Jaxon. Underneath the black jacket, Jaxon wore a white, button-up shirt with a black tie, not unlike his own. The black wolf loosened his tie around his furry neck, then pulled that up over his head as well and threw it away before he continued.

"I've seen you looking at me, Ethan. You're not the only one that's good at reading people." Jaxon started undoing the buttons of his shirt. Top to bottom, he took his time, slowly using his sharper-looking claws to pop them one by one. Each time he did, more and more of the thick black fur of his chest became visible to Ethan. He couldn't help but glance at it, but he caught himself, frowned, and then forced his eyes to stay up and face the other wolf.

"I have a habit of looking at the opposing counsellor while I beat them in court, yes," Ethan answered still with a growl in his voice. Jaxon finished with the last button of his shirt, then pulled it open to reveal both his chest and abdomen without an ounce of shame. Try as he might, the bound wolf couldn't help to at least glance down at the sight. He was surprised at what he saw.

He had indeed noticed that Jaxon was attractive. The taller wolf didn't look like he skipped the gym as often as Ethan himself did. Jaxon was no bodybuilder, but his abdomen looked just defined enough to make someone as interested in other males as Ethan take a second glance. Beneath the suit, it was hard to see how the black wolf's arms had a fair amount of muscle.

His shirt, even unbuttoned, looked a little tight around the arms. Ethan knew that the shirt had to be tailor-made for Jaxon, which meant that the older wolf probably had it looking a bit tight on purpose to define his attributes. It matched perfectly the amount of narcissism that Jaxon reeked of. Ethan would bet a thousand dollars that the wolf was the kind that stared at himself in the mirror for a few extra seconds every morning.

"Cute," Jaxon said. "Adorable, even."

"Are you trying to hit on me with flattery now?"

Jaxon laughed. "I think we're already a little beyond that point." The black wolf pulled his shirt off. He threw that on the bed too, which finally left him bare-chested in front of the bound lupine. At least he still had his pants on, though, unlike Ethan. The grey wolf grunted, looked away and willed himself to ignore the light warmth he was feeling around his face and ears. Keeping them from folding back was getting harder and harder.

"Are you done? I'm serious, Jaxon, this isn't funny. Untie me, let me go and I won't press charges against you." Ethan had to make eye contact with Jaxon to make sure his threat stuck, but keeping his eyes away from the black wolf's body was proving to be more difficult than he wanted it to be. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat. And why did hotel rooms had to be so warm? He felt an urge to start panting from the heat.

"Charges? We're going full criminal now?" The wolf feigned innocence in his voice, which had Ethan grunting and rolling his eyes one more time.

"I'll sue you with intention of rape," Ethan threatened. He meant his words.

"Rape? Now now, that's a hard one to prove. It's just you and me in a nice hotel room. No witnesses, no testimonies, just a bunch of hearsay..." Jaxon kept his tone... suggestive. The bound wolf tried to pull away when he took a step forward, closing in the distance between the two. Ethan picked up the distinctive scent of unmasked masculinity emanating from the black wolf. God, had he even showered before coming down to the bar?

The lupine did his best to keep his cool, but he faltered when he felt the first touch of Jaxon's hand coming to his side. He tried to pull away again, but all he managed was half a step to the side before the rope keeping his wrists up at the ceiling stopped him. Jaxon's hand followed him, placing itself over his side and giving his rib a small squeeze. That paw slowly moved up to Ethan's chest, feeling it up over his bare fur in a gesture that was far, far too intimate. He growled in warning, but he found himself staring straight at the taller wolf's chest. Having to look up to see the pleased expression in Jaxon's face made him feel even smaller than he was. This time, Ethan couldn't help but fold his ears down.

"Don't touch me," Ethan warned. Surprisingly enough, it worked. Jaxon pulled away and took a step back again, but his smirk suggested he was also far from untying him and letting him go.

"So feisty. Save some of that growling for the witnesses in your trials." The black wolf's voice was still calm and controlled. Superior. It annoyed Ethan to no end. Jaxon managed to surprise him again when he saw the black wolf's paws going up to unbuckle his belt. Without any ceremony, Jaxon opened his pants and pushed them down, underwear and everything.

This time, Ethan couldn't keep either the immediate surprise away from his expression nor his eyes from shifting down to what was beneath the larger wolf's legs. Jaxon's sheath was heavy and definitely in scale with his size. The hefty, dark-furred pouch had a thick coat of black fur surrounding it, going down to a bit of a patch of fur dark fur surrounding the other wolf's plump set of hanging balls. Ethan stared down at it and his eyes fixated on it for a few moments more than they should. Jaxon, now standing as naked as Ethan was, opened his arms wide to show himself, fully exposed.

"Like what you see?" the wolf asked with what was possibly the cockiest tone Ethan had ever heard. It prompted a small growl of annoyance from the grey wolf as well. The bound lupine immediately shifted his eyes away.

"No. I told you, Jaxon, your little prank has run its course." Ethan regained some of his poisé. Enough to look Jaxon straight in the eye and give him a scolding look. "Untie. Me. Do I look like the type of wolf that is into some sort of messed up kinky bondage sex thing?"

Again, Jaxon did nothing but open a grin. It was starting to get on Ethan's nerves.

"No, you don't. Which is precisely what makes this so much fun." The black wolf's explanation had Ethan's eyes narrowing down further. He gave Jaxon a little warning snarl again when the now naked black wolf closed the distance between them again but didn't give Jaxon the satisfaction of flinching back from him.

"Tell me, Ethan..." Jaxon started again. "If I touch you. If I touch your sheath right now am I going to feel it swollen with arousal? Or is your little dick going to be shying away out of fear?"

Ethan's ears twitched back for a split second. "What?"

"You heard me. Arousal. You see, if you really, genuinely didn't want to be here I'd let you go. I'd undo these straps, help you dress up, maybe still give you a slap in the ass as you left, but I'd let you go. Thing is, like I said, I'm good at reading people. I'm fucking good at it and my bullshit sensor is going off hearing you whine about being here."

Ethan's frown deepened towards Jaxon. Despite the fact that he was naked, bound and vulnerable he kept his back straight. Kept his legs open not caring if his bare furred balls were hanging there for Jaxon to see. He kept his eyes on Jaxon's and stared him down with the confidence he knew he needed to have in order to not show any weakness towards the damned black wolf.

"So tell me, 'counsellor'," Jaxon continued with a heavy dose of sarcasm in the word he used to address Ethan, "are you or are you not feeling aroused by all of this?"

Ethan continued to look at Jaxon straight in the eye and did not hesitate for even a fraction of a second.

"No."

There was no trembling in his voice, no traces of uncertainty. Just a resounding answer and the look of displeasure in Ethan's face. Jaxon continued to stare at him for a few seconds, with the same unwavering smirk of superiority. Studying him, Ethan knew, but the grey wolf did not waiver.

"Very well," Jaxon finally said. Ethan let himself relax at least a little. His arms were starting to ache from being up against the ceiling for so long. He did see the black wolf's eyes trailing up to the nylon cord keeping him bound there, but as he too looked up at it, Ethan was surprised to feel a hand closing up and grabbing at his sheath.

This time, he couldn't keep his ears from falling back. Jaxon reached down shamelessly and grabbed at the grey wolf's sheath, then gave it a squeeze powerful enough for Ethan to feel a short wave of unwanted pleasure rippling through his body. His downed ears folded themselves back a little further down.

"I knew it," Jaxon said with immense satisfaction. The black wolf didn't let go of Ethan's sheath, but instead gave it another small squeeze that was hard enough for him to grit his teeth in order to keep himself from letting out any sounds. The black wolf could feel it, and Ethan was aware of it. When Jaxon let go of his sheath he made a point to pull it back only a little. Enough to leave the red tip of the bound wolf's member exposed. A given tell of the state of mild arousal; no lupine would ever mistake it for anything else.

"I almost believed you there for a second. I almost did!" the black wolf said with what sounded like... enthusiasm? Ethan picked himself up. He forced his ears to stand up again and did his best to conceal any embarrassment over the mild arousal he wasn't able to keep his body from showing. "I guess that being able to lie might come in handy when your job involves catching others doing it. I'm impressed, Ethan, I really am."

Ethan took a hold of himself. He forced a heavy frown towards the arrogant black wolf once more.

"This doesn't mean anything, Jaxon. I'm serious. Let me go or I will press charges for rape. I didn't ask for this and I definitely didn't ask for it with you." The grey wolf kept his tone as heavy as he could, but being as good as he was with people, Jaxon's reaction wasn't entirely unexpected. The black wolf laughed at it. Bastard thought he had the higher ground again.

"Yeah, right. Sure you are." Jaxon's full toothy grin returned. Worse yet, the black wolf took another step forward and placed both hands on Ethan's sides again. The grey wolf found it hard not to flinch at the touch. At how damn close the black wolf was. He did give off a warning growl and turned his muzzle away, but Jaxon didn't seem to mind that.

"Do you know what I do to be so good at court?" the black wolf asked. Ethan glanced at him given how unexpected the question was. A hint of confusion in his eyes, but mostly still annoyance.

"How is that relevant to you kidnapping me?" Ethan growled in a question.

"It establishes a motive," the black wolf explained. "You see, when I'm standing there I like to see the whole thing as if it was a jungle. Only one side, one person will come out of there on top. Be the alpha. There's nothing, Ethan, nothing like the running thrill of walking out of court victorious. Proven to be superior after beating everyone that is in there to take you down."

Ethan let out a snort of derision. Given what he knew and what he was learning about Jaxon, that oversimplified psychology issue was not surprising in the least. The black wolf ignored his reaction, though. Instead, Jaxon's hands started exploring his body as they had before. One hand coming up to his stomach at first, making Ethan tense up, while the other went down to his thigh...

"Today you were the fucking alpha. Damn, Ethan, I thought I had you in the bag at least a dozen times, but then you went down on another witness, proved a different point, changed the approach. I did my best in there and you still beat me. I respect that." As Jaxon spoke, Ethan noticed he was coming closer. So close that their chests were almost touching. The grey wolf's nose was half an inch away from the heavy fur of Jaxon's neck.

He could feel the other male's unique, familiar scent filling up his nose. Jaxon's hands were still on his body, the one his stomach slowly trailing up no his chest, the one on his thigh standing still. Ethan had to willfully fight to keep his body from letting it show how much faster his heart was starting to beat. He had to keep his ears upright, his tail still and, most importantly, his sheath from swelling up any further. He would not give in to the messed up control play Jaxon was trying to pull on him. Ethan swallowed, but he was too busy trying to keep his breath still to say anything right away. He knew Jaxon would be studying every little reaction he gave off.

"When I saw you at that bar... it was too perfect. Too damn perfect. I get a chance to show you who the real, actual alpha really is first-hand." Ethan didn't even have to look up to see that smirk at the corner of the black wolf's muzzle.

"So that's what all of this is about? The puppy's ego got bruised over losing to me?" Ethan added an appropriate amount of mockery to his words. It gave him a great deal of satisfaction to watch the smirk vanishing from Jaxon's muzzle. The black wolf pulled away, much to his relief.

"Perhaps," Jaxon said in a calm tone, but at least most of the amusement had been drained from his voice. "But that won't take away the enjoyment of what I'm going to do."

When the black wolf pressed himself forward again, Ethan felt for the first time Jaxon's sheath grinding against his leg. Not only that, but he was forced to look down immediately because of the fact that he felt something hard grinding against it as well. The bound wolf didn't get a chance to get a good look, because Jaxon's hands came to shoulders to suddenly force Ethan to spin around while he himself stepped to the side to position himself behind the bound wolf.

"What are you doing?!" Ethan asked with more urgency. He tried to twist and spin back to face Jaxon again, but the black wolf planted both hands on his hips to keep him from doing so. All Ethan could do was try to glance back, but when the taller, larger lupine pressed his chest straight against Ethan's back he found himself unable to do even that properly. The more urgent matter was that the hard thing Ethan had felt against his leg was now brushing against his rear. He had little doubt about what it actually was.

"I'm doing what we came here to do," Jaxon responded in that disturbingly calm tone. Ethan felt one hand leaving his hip, then heard the wolf pulling up and, with the corner of his eye, he saw Jaxon spitting in his hand. That hand went down to spread the split on what Ethan was sure was the black wolf's hard dick.

"Hell, Jaxon, I'm serious! I don't want that! If you do this I WILL press charges! I will put you in prison for rape!" Ethan gave the black wolf his best growl. Yet, all he felt was Jaxon's hand still going up and down on his own dick, both still hard-pressed right against the bound wolf's bare rear. Even Ethan's arousal had gone down to hide in his sheath due to the anxiety of what was about to happen. Sure, Jaxon was kind of hot. Anyone that was into males would say that. That didn't mean he had any intention of doing anything with a jerk like him, though.

"Well," Jaxon started. His hand came back to Ethan's hip and he could feel the wet remnants of his the spit used as lube on his fur. The grey wolf's anxiety grew. "Let me help you with that then."

Ethan felt the black wolf's chest pressing harder against his back. Felt Jaxon's muzzle right over his head, his breath over his ear when the black wolf leaned in towards it. He could feel the wolf's hard cock slowly sliding away from his rear, positioning itself. Ethan's heart started beating faster in his chest.

"I'll plant some hard evidence deep inside you to help you with your case," Jaxon said right against his ear. Ethan could feel pleasure overflowing in the black wolf's voice. Then, he felt the tip of the other wolf's member lining up right against his entrance. Jaxon's paw left his hip again to help and, before Ethan could even attempt to struggle away from it, Jaxon pressed forward.

Ethan had been on the bottom before. He knew from experience that the initial entry could be the most painful part if the partner wasn't gentle or had a good amount of lube. Jaxon had neither. The grey wolf had to grit his teeth as he felt his rival's cock breaking past his resistance and impale him. The groan of simple pleasure that came from Jaxon behind him only served to fuel Ethan's outrage over the situation.

"You're even tighter than I thought you'd be!" The black wolf exclaimed, definitely sounding happy about it. The hands-on Ethan's hips strengthened their grip enough for the bound wolf to feel the prick of Jaxon's claws on his skin, but then Jaxon pushed his hips forward in a second rough movement to sink more of his cock in that had Ethan gasping all over again.

"Take it slow! F-fuck!" Ethan cursed. He had to bite his lip and hold his breath to keep himself from whimpering. He would not give Jaxon the pleasure of hearing him whimper.

"What's wrong? Too big for you?" The black wolf's smugness was all over his question. Ethan let out a short growl of simple annoyance. At least Jaxon was giving him some time to adapt, even if having a canine cock deep up his ass was still not what Ethan had wanted for that night. Well, at least not that canine cock. He hadn't gotten to see Jaxon's size, but it did feel a little above average.

"Screw you, Jaxon," Ethan managed to say, panting slightly. He tried to shift to readjust himself a little, but the wolf cock lodged inside him made him grunt. Not with pain, but with a familiar pleasure he didn't want to acknowledge. "I hope you're enjoying this because I don't think you'll be the one doing the fucking too often in prison."

Ethan could hear the other wolf's chuckle behind him. "Don't you worry about that. I'm enjoying this immensely."

The larger wolf's hand reached forward around Ethan. This time, the bound wolf stiffened. He went as far as letting out a soft warning growl when Jaxon's hand grabbed at his sheath, but with his wrists bound up to the ceiling, he felt helpless. There was nothing he could do but try to hold back his embarrassment when Jaxon grabbed at it and squeezed. Again, he was sure the black wolf felt his soft arousal in the form of his member semi-hard inside the fur. This time, it wasn't a chuckle, but a laugh that came from Jaxon behind him.

"You're so full of it, Ethan. Just admit that you were dreaming about getting rammed by me while you watched me tear your witnesses apart in court." The black wolf's hand pulled Ethan's sheath back there and then. The grey wolf sucked in a short breath and felt his face growing hotter. The red tip of his member was there, exposed, and as Jaxon's fingers teased the sensitive flesh in light motions, he had to fight to against the pleasure.

The grey wolf was usually very good with words. A master of them. Yet, he couldn't think of a single thing to say in response. So what if he had stared at the black wolf, clad in a fitting suit, for a little longer than he should? It didn't mean he wanted to have the guy's dick up his ass! And yet, his member told a different story. Jaxon was a major jerk and nothing about the situation was right. Yet, feeling the black wolf's breath over his shoulder, the size of his cock deep inside him and his fingers teasing his member, Ethan found his body betraying his mind. Slowly, inch by inch, his member grew out of his sheath. Jaxon's amused chuckling only got interrupted by a light groan every now and then when Ethan couldn't help but clench down on the other wolf's cock because of his own pleasure. The more the grey wolf's cock grew, the more of the sensitive, dark red flesh Jaxon's fingers had to play with. And play with it he did.

By the time the black wolf decided to let go, Ethan was rock hard. He hadn't said a word. He couldn't. He had his hands closed in tight fists above him and his toes curling for the unwanted pleasure he couldn't help but feel. When the light stroking over his cock finally stopped, Ethan looked down. His member was there, hard as a rock and pulsing in the air. Jaxon used one finger to circle it, from the base of his swelling knot all the way to the tip, and his finger ended up with a string of pre-cum attached to it. He wiped that off on Ethan's fur when he finally let go of the bound wolf's cock. Ethan was left panting. He could no longer keep his ears upright but instead had them slightly folded back.

"Let it be said that I'm a generous lover," the black wolf said from behind. That sheer arrogance brought a small growl back from Ethan. He managed to recompose himself at least a little bit.

"I'm not enjoying this," Ethan stated firmly. Both to Jaxon and to himself.

"Sure you're not," the wolf responded. His hand went down to Ethan's hip to join the other. "We'll see how much you don't enjoy it by the end of the night."

With his hard member left there, Ethan had to groan when he felt Jaxon shifting. Every little movement had the black wolf's still hard member shifting inside him as well. He realized Jaxon was taking position.

"You ready?" the black wolf asked with amusement.

"No!" Ethan growled and pulled at the cords keeping his wrists bound. They didn't yield.

"Too bad."

The grey wolf could only gasp. Jaxon pulled back, making him realize that he, in fact, did not have nearly enough lube, and then pressed himself forward again. He repeated the movement, starting a slow fucking rhythm that had his cock forcefully making his way through. It was a mix of discomfort, pleasure and pain that had Ethan grunting non-stop.

It took a few slow minutes for Jaxon to finally be able to slide in and out in an easier way. It didn't feel any less intense for Ethan, but the black wolf let out a shameless moan when he managed to sink his cock in all the way to the knot, as evidenced by the thick bulb of flesh Ethan could feel right against his rear, only to pull back all the way and repeat it again.

"So tight!" Jaxon growled against his ear. The hold on his hips grew stronger and the black wolf's chest hugged him closely from behind. All so that Jaxon's hips could piston in and out of the bound wolf with more ease.

Ethan was forced to just endure it. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny the jolts of pleasure coursing through his body every time Jaxon thrust in just the right way. It made his cock, which only grew even harder despite the lack of touch, start dripping precum in a slow yet embarrassing pace. It dripped down to the ground, shaken to sprinkle the carpet beneath by a few particularly rough thrusts coming from the black wolf.

Time mashed itself together in a haze of sensations for Ethan. He couldn't tell how long it took. There was just fucking and the ever-growing conflict of hate and pleasure inside him. Part of him wished he could reach down and touch his cock. That he could at least jerk off like he always did while getting fucked and really feel the pleasure his body was longing to feel. The other part of him wanted his hands free so that he could turn away and punch the black wolf straight in the muzzle. They fought inside of him, but in the end, the truth was that his hands were bound above him and he had little choice but go along with whatever Jaxon wanted to do.

And as the fucking went on, what the black wolf wanted became clear. Some sort of lucidity came back to Ethan when he felt the ache of the black wolf violently thrusting forward in an attempt to shove his knot in. The size of the black wolf's knot was unknown to Ethan, but it felt way too big for his comfort when Jaxon continuously tried to push it back in. Thrice the grey wolf tried to speak against Jaxon doing it, but each time he tried the thrusts had him just losing his words into an unwilling groan or gasp instead.

It happened in a completely unexpected way. After several attempts to force it in, Jaxon's sudden moan betrayed the black wolf's own surprise when all of a sudden, in a particularly hard thrust, Ethan's resistance gave in. The feeling of a large knot forcing his way in was something Ethan had experienced before but was never able to get used to. A strong jolt of pain overwhelmed him as his ass was spread far wider than it should, and then when it popped in, the sensation got replaced by the new feeling of having something much bigger and wider stuck inside.

Jaxon moaned again right against his ear. So loud that for a brief moment Ethan was able to worry that someone was going to hear it. That concern was pushed out of the grey wolf's head soon enough though, because the shallow thrusts that followed had the black wolf's large knot pressing right against the special spot of pleasure every male can't help but have. The sheer intensity of it had Ethan feeling every single thrust, every small throb of the black wolf's cock inside him.

From that point, it didn't take long for Jaxon to press his muzzle against the back of the bound wolf's neck. He was clearly using the wolf's fur to muffle his own moan. Ethan felt everything. Every single pulse of the black wolf's cock as he finally ejaculated and filled the bound wolf's ass with his seed. The knot expanded yet a little more, adding to the discomfort, to make sure not a drop of the male wolf's spunk would be wasted. Jaxon lightly pressed his engorged cock back and forth as much as the knot would allow for a few moments, making sure to maximise his pleasure.

Ethan himself was panting hard when Jaxon finally relaxed behind him. A light tug came and that alone was enough to make the grey wolf grunt. Jaxon's quickened breath kept coming to the back of his ear, but the tug signified what they both knew had happened; he was stuck.

"Looks like we have some time to cuddle..." Jaxon chuckled. His hands finally left Ethan's hips to come up and envelop his chest as if in a hug. The black wolf gave the back of his neck a sniff as a lover would. Ethan would've growled in response if he wasn't slightly out of breath.

"Screw you, Jaxon. I told you no and you went and did it anyway. I'll pull some strings with the judges to make sure you have a court summon waiting for you by the time you get back to your office." The grey wolf made a point of making a little struggle to get out of the black wolf's hug even if he couldn't really move. He quickly regretted that, for the throb in Jaxon's cock stuck inside him made him wince in that mix of pain of pleasure.

"You're still rambling on with those empty threats?" Jaxon's voice was as unconcerned as usual, which meant he wasn't taking him seriously. Ethan hated that. People always took him seriously.

"You see," Jaxon continued. "You're telling me this wasn't consensual, but your dick's testimony says something different..."

The black wolf's paw went back down. Ethan growled, knowing where it was going, but there was nothing he could to stop Jaxon's fingers from reaching his still rock hard length and caressing it. The pleasure made him shiver, but he was stout on not letting it show. The wolf grit his teeth, but couldn't keep his ears from lowering over the invasive touch. His cock had indeed not softened in the slightest over the whole ordeal. Not even during the painful parts, such as the knotting. Yet, that didn't mean he had liked it. At least that's what Ethan told himself in his head.

"By all means, Ethan, I actually do hope you sue me for this." Jaxon's voice was full of smug amusement. The bound wolf did growl, but he already knew it had no effect on Jaxon anymore. The black wolf was in a superior position in this. One that Ethan couldn't dispute in his current state no matter what he did. All of that he knew, but he had to hold on to his dignity.

Doing that became harder and harder when Jaxon stopped caressing his cock to instead get a good grip on it. From behind, both paws came to tease his member. One pulled his sheath back, revealing his engorged knot for the first time and trapping the furry pouch behind it. The other closed a good grip on Ethan's length so that it could slowly, too slowly, start gliding up and down the canine's length in a hellishly pleasant stroke. The pleasure had Ethan involuntarily clenching down on the oversized, knotted cock stuck inside him, which in turn only heightened his pleasure.

"I'll face you in court against it, if you do." Jaxon continued explaining. He could feel the black wolf's soft breath right over him, against his ear. He was pressed so close against him. The teasing on his cock continued all along, slow as always. Jaxon used his other hand to start rubbing at Ethan's knot in small, circular motions. All with just the right amount of pressure. As a fellow canine, the bastard sure knew how to work on his cock.

"I gave you the evidence, didn't I? You can go get yourself tested. Gather your proof..." Jaxon said right against his ear. As a lawyer, of course he knew what Ethan was planning on doing.

"When we get to court with that, I'll bring in an expert. A doctor. I'll have him tell the whole court every single detail about the amount of sperm found in your ass. I'll have the time of my life exposing to the judge, jury and everyone attending just how deep into you my jizz went masking it as important details for the case."

Ethan found himself unable to keep his ears from falling back. His face grew hot imagining the scene. As much as he hated it, he had to keep his mouth shut. He did his best to keep his muzzle well closed, or else he was sure he wasn't going to be able to keep himself from moaning. The wolf closed his eyes. How could it be so hard to deny the pleasure? Jaxon's hands were working his cock expertly, but it was still Jaxon. It was still rape! Why was it so hard to hate it?

The grey wolf didn't have the answer. All he knew was that his cock was pulsing. His knot was growing. Precum came from his tip, which Jaxon picked up with his fingers and used as lubrication to make the stroking even smoother. It was still painfully slow, yet with the little knot massage stunt, Ethan felt himself nearing an orgasm. An orgasm he could not let happen. Not like this. He grit his teeth harder.

"We'll spend days in court discussing the facts of how you took a dick up your ass. I'll state it was consensual, so even if I did fuck you, I'll tell everyone you were moaning in the bed while it happened. I'll pull up the fact that you're gay. I'll profile every single guy that ever slept with you. I'll call a few of them up to the stand, have them testify about how hard they fucked you and how much you liked it..."

That prompted Ethan to let out a growl even through his gritted teeth. A profiling of his sexual life. That fucking devious bastard. Ethan kept his eyes closed shut and sucked a breath in. Despite all the anger and outrage swirling inside him, keeping himself in check was getting harder and harder. Jaxon would sometimes tease the tapered, sensitive tip of his member and sometimes go back to just stroking back and forth, stimulating his cock in every way. The hand working his knot never relented, either. His most sensitive spot was constantly enduring a barrage of rubbing and kneading. Every squeeze made him tremble, sending little shocks of pleasure through his spine. Ethan cursed. He couldn't hold it. He was going to...

Surprisingly enough, Jaxon's hand let go of his member just as it started pulsing by itself for an impending orgasm. Ethan couldn't help but let out a gasp, but with the stimulation gone, he didn't quite go past the point of no return. He opened his eyes to look down and see Jaxon's hands right there, around his cock, but not touching it anymore.

"You still gonna say you're not into it? That you're not enjoying being thoroughly fucked by me?" The small laugh the black wolf let out near his ear had Ethan gritting his teeth for a whole different set of reasons. How can anyone be so arrogant?

"F-fuck... you." Ethan cursed in between his sharp breathing. All it prompted was another chuckle.

"That's an ironic thing to say." To illustrate his point, Jaxon suddenly tugged back with his cock. The knot was still well grown and wouldn't come out, so all it did was make Ethan let out a loud grunt.

"Just admit it. You were fantasising about me and I granted your wish. Doesn't matter if you're too proud to say it out loud, Ethan." After his incredibly self-centred statement, Jaxon gave the bound wolf a lick at the back of his ear. It prompted another growl from Ethan, but then both of his hands closed up on the grey wolf's cock again. It had him gasping one more time as the stimulation returned in full strength once more.

It was hard to measure how much time went on in that process. Five more times. Five more frustrating times Jaxon did the same thing. He teased Ethan with his obnoxious comments while stimulating the wolf's cock heavily, but when the grey wolf was about to lose the battle of wills and cum, the black wolf let go. By the third time Ethan already knew he was doing it on purpose, which only made him hate his position even more. By the fifth, though, he found his body winning the battle against his mind. When Jaxon let go of his cock for the fifth fucking time, Ethan made the slightest movement to hump forward and keep the touch going. All that accomplished was a tug against the cock stuck in his rear, of course, which had him groaning all over again.

"Come ON Jaxon. Fuck... please!" Ethan's hands were closed in tight fists high above his head. His legs were weak and trembling. His whole world was focused on his cock so close to the edge. There were no legal precedents on his mind, no arguments, no plans. Just plain sex.

"Please what?" The black wolf asked, obviously feigning innocence.

"You know!" Ethan growled. He was panting and no longer that concerned about concealing his moans. The cock inside his tailhole only served to heighten the myriad of pleasure sensations inflicted on his body.

"...I do," Jaxon finally whispered against his ear. For the first time, the black wolf's hand started stroking it with speed. Fuck it. He let out a moan as his pleasure rose and rose, reaching the peak it had been denied far too many times in only a few short seconds. Jaxon's hand on his cock felt the throbbing and shifted down to instead grip the bound wolf's knot and squeeze it hard to simulate the tie his instincts longed for. Ethan let his the nylon cords above him hold his weight as pleasure overcame him.

There was still a hint of shame inside his mind. The logical part of him that screamed to him not to submit like that. It might as well have been the sound of a raindrop amidst a thunderstorm, though. In another unexpected move, Jaxon's other hand no longer helping on his cock came up to direct Ethan's muzzle to the side. The black wolf leaned sideways as well so that he could press his own muzzle right against Ethan's in an abrupt kiss. The surprise was clear in the grey wolf's face, but with the high of his climax starting to grow on him Ethan gave in to it. He closed his eyes, opened his muzzle and kissed back. He let Jaxon's tongue intertwine with his own and moaned into the taller wolf's kiss.

Jaxon's hand on his cock let go of his knot to start stroking the whole of his length again. The first shot of cum flew far, hitting the carpet beneath with a heavy slosh of cum. The black wolf, still pumping and milking the bound wolf's cock, then pointed it downwards so that the rest of Ethan's climax would focus on a single spot on the carpet. Each throb of his cock was met with a new squeeze of his knot at the base while the black wolf's hand continued stroking his oversensitive, orgasming red length. Bolts of pleasure kept coming that resonated through the whole of Ethan's body. All while the black wolf continued to press his tongue into the orgasming wolf's muzzle in one of the most passionate kisses Ethan had ever experienced..

Ethan could hear the soft grunts coming from Jaxon even through the kiss. He was aware that his orgasm was making him clench down on the knotted cock stuck on his rear and for him, it only intensified the whole thing even more. Those precious seconds seemed to stretch on forever. Jaxon continued to milk his member until the very last weak little tendrils of cum were shooting from his spasming cock. The pleasure started to wind down, giving way to oversensitivity. Ethan pressed his legs together and grunted as the squeezes on his engorged knot started to become uncomfortable rather than pleasant, and only then did Jaxon slowly let go of his member to let it throb alone in the air and broke out their kiss.

As soon as Ethan opened his eyes, he already started regretting it. He was very much out of breath, his ass felt sore and full. His cock felt sensitive and messy. The carpet beneath him had a small pool of white wolf cum right over it. For the hundredth time in that cursed night, Ethan found himself not knowing what to say.

The black wolf's hands slid down to Ethan's hips and tugged, the first attempt of pulling his cock out of the bound wolf still yielded no results other than making both of them grunt slightly. The second, stronger one, did. The black wolf's knotted cock popped out of the bound wolf's ass leaving a little trail of cum dripping down on its way. Jaxon gave his rear a little pat and said nothing as well.

The black wolf was pretty much humming to himself as he casually walked towards the bed and started picking up his clothes. He straightened them one by one, then started to put them back on. Ethan, still a little out of breath, still felt his face burning after the intense experience. He turned to look at the other wolf just in time to see him stuffing his hard cock into his black boxer briefs, then moving to step onto his pants.

"Well, this was even more fun than I thought it'd be," the black wolf finally said, breaking the silence.

Ethan narrowed his eyes. Now without his libido clouding his judgement, he could finally think straight again.

"This isn't going to end here, Jaxon. I'm gonna make you pay for this. You messed with the wrong wolf." Ethan did let out a soft growl. Jaxon, putting up his shirt, looked up at him and smirked.

"Oh, yeah? Well, let me tell you how I plan on closing my case if you do charge me for rape." The black wolf casually finished buttoning up his shirt with impressive claw dexterity.

"After deliberating about all the jizz inside your ass and building up your profile as a slutty dick-hunter, I'm going to play this conveniently silent footage of your cute little kissing face as you jizz all over the hotel floor." As he said that, Jaxon leaned in towards the nightstand to pick up his phone. That had been leaning there. Pointing at them. Ethan's eyes went wide.

"You didn't-!"

"Oh, but I did." Jaxon fiddled with the phone for a few seconds, touched and swiped here and there, then showed it to Ethan. The image of him with his eyes closed and passionately kissing Jaxon as his cock spasmed and shot cum towards the floor was as vivid as it could be. Jaxon grinned.

"Damnit, Jaxon! Get rid of that! Non-consensual dissemination of sexually related footage is a crime!" Ethan pulled at the ropes binding him.

"Maybe. But it is still relevant evidence." The black wolf locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket. He then picked up his suit and put it on, straightening it. Ethan continued to growl at his obnoxious, smug face.

"Let me go! You're gonna pay for this. One way or another, Jaxon, you're gonna regret it!" He had never wanted to punch the black wolf as hard as he wanted right there and then. All he ended up doing in his struggling was stepping on the pool of his own cum, which prompted him to stop and look down with a disgusted expression. Jaxon laughed at him.

"Sure I will, pup. Look at the mess you made. Tsc tsc." The black wolf shook his head. "Don't worry, I got you covered."

All Ethan could do was glare at Jaxon as he watched the wolf stroll towards the hotel phone on the nightstand. When the black wolf picked it up, Ethan grew tense. Jaxon pressed one single button and two seconds later, someone picked up.

"Hello? Yeah. This is room 201. I accidentally spilt something all over the carpet. Could you send someone up here to clean it up real quick? Yep. Right away. Feel free to come in. All right, thank you."

Ethan's eyes grew even wider. "JAXON!"

The black wolf's grin returned. Ethan pulled at the cords binding his wrists with all of his strength, but of course, they didn't even budge.

"Don't worry, Ethan. I'm sure that whoever comes up here to clean your mess up will know how to undo the knots."

The realization that Jaxon did not intend to untie him hit him like a truck.

"This isn't funny! You've done enough! Untie me!" Ethan mustered up the most intimidating growl he could bring up, but his ears were already downed in a deep embarrassment of his situation.

"Sorry, Ethan. No can do. Your clothes are hanging there in the closet. I took the liberty of keeping your underwear, though, so you might have to walk back up to your room with a little tent on your pants." The black wolf's grin was the apex of smugness there and then. "Oh, and one more thing."

Jaxon pulled out a black business card from his inner pocket. He left it right over the bed. "Whenever you want another private meeting, just give me a call. The alpha wolf here will be waiting. And, I'm not gonna lie, probably jerking off to the footage of today's fun."

Jaxon winked at him. Ethan snarled towards him, showing teeth, but the black wolf turned around to head towards the door.

"Jaxon! Jaxon! This isn't funny! Untie me! You can't leave me here like this! JAXON!"

All Ethan got was a little wave before the black wolf opened the door and closed it behind him.

The grey wolf was left bound there, completely naked save from the tie around his neck and with his dark red cock hard as a rock because of his engorged knot and remnants of semen around his ass. Not to mention the pool of cum beneath him. He continued tugging at the bounds above him and trying to undo it, not looking forward to being found in this state, but they would not yield.