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Destroyed Completely

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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 generous contribution from Brian Silverfang

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The Druff was quite happily working on his papers in the comfort of his study, when the presence of pawsteps aroused him to the knowledge that someone else approached him. The soft string music coming out of the audio system hidden throughout the room did not mask the sound made by the thumps on the carpeted floor.

The tiger simply flipped a page and continued to pore through it, an uncapped pen in paw. Despite the work that was obviously going on, he appeared like the image of relaxation. You could even hear it, because his breathing was audible. Air flowed in and out of the tiger's lungs with a gentle rumble. A careful observer would immediately know that to be a sign of great comfort. The cat felt safe and content, and hence he allowed himself to be noisy.

"Peekaboo!"

His frequent houseguest propped paws to the tiger's shoulders and squeezed them while making his hollered announcement. Feline ears flicked back and forth.

"Surprise surprise?" Druff chuffed.

"Maaaaybe," Brian replied with a little snicker of his own.

He kept his paws on Druff's shoulders and began a playful massage of sorts. It was nowhere firm enough to be therapeutic, nor rude enough to be sensual. The feline did not show disapproval at this turn.

"Whaaaaat're you up tooo?" the wolf said in a sing-song voice. He leaned closer to one of the ears so that he could tickle it with his breath. It flicked satisfactorily.

"Marking these papers, obviously," the tiger gestured with his pen at the page in question. He'd already scribbled a few notations on it.

"Ghhmm...wouldn't it be more economical to do that on the computer?" Brian nodded towards the flat screen sitting on the other side of the desk.

"Economical how?" the tiger peered at the wolf by tilting his head a little. His eye glanced at Brian over the top of his eyeglasses.

"Dunno," the wolf mused. "save paper? Save time?"

"My students prefer a hard copy," the tiger said.

Brian snickered. He squeezed more firmly on the tiger's shoulders. He felt them tense a little.

"Oh I bet they do..."

"Pffffft!" Druff puffed out his cheeks.

"I'm imagining an eye roll now," Brian said.

"You imagine right," Druff said. He wrote down on the page and underlined a couple of sentences as well. He flipped the page afterwards.

A few moments passed.

"Are you planning to spy on me for long?" Druff asked from the still hovering tiger.

"Yup!" said Brian.

"Don't you have any work of your own to do?" the tiger asked. "When do you work, in fact? I don't think i've ever seen you actually work on your thesis."

The wolf huffed.

"Why should you, pops?" he rumbled. "I don't bring work here, you know. When I step through the door to this place, I only want to be amused, not working my ass off."

The tiger chuckled, a gentle, low voice.

"Interesting."

"You know what I mean," the wolf clicked his tongue.

The tiger hmmm'd.

"I know I can't concentrate properly while now thinking about working your ass off," he said in a deadpan voice.

The wolf chuckled mischievously and started to lightly rub the shoulder he was squeezing. The tiger glanced over at the paw doing its thing.

"And it doesn't look like you're planning on going anywhere either," he said. "Such a distraction."

"I dunnoooo..." the wolf sing-sang innocently and clicked his tongue again. Squeezing firmer, he moved closer to the tiger and repeated the same thing with the other shoulder, slowly massaging with very short motions. The sturdiness he felt under his fingers made the wolf rumble in appreciation. This close, he smelled the fragrant scent of the older male. It was a mixture of his fur and his skin, a light oily musk that was impervious to his soap. Old Spice. He scented a patch of the soap about the collar of the tiger's robe. He was not wearing anything else. He must've walked out of the shower and sat down to do his work.

"Seems like you've got a little stiffness problem going on..." Brian remarked in a low timbre, after having enjoyed the exploration of the tiger's scent thoroughly in turn. "Been working too hard I bet..."

He made his motions more firm, into a real massage that could have passed for a genuine attempt at relaxing the tiger's muscles, if not for the rumble that came from his throat and the way his fingers stroked down over to the tiger's chest. He was still moving over the cloth of the robe, but skirted to the open neck with every brush of his fingers.

The tiger's huff became more of a rumble now as well, on the next exhalation. He flipped the page, nonetheless.

"Your concern is appreciated," the tiger said. "I have a few more I have scheduled to do today."

"Plenty of time left in the day," the wolf remarked and continued his slow massage, feeling quite satisfied with the barely audible purred tinge the tiger was unable to keep from his breathing or his speech..

"And I really want to finish with them today... " the tiger carried on. "Otherwise it will stack up."

"Mhmm..." The wolf hummed, continuing to work his paws, in broader movements now, firming up his grip a little. His fingers were teasingly slipping past the folded collar of the robe, just barely touching the tiger's fur and skin underneath.

"I already do too much procrastination, Mister Silva..." Druff once again spoke.

The wolf didn't reply. He simply kept going, slipping further into Druff's robe on every other pass of his paws. This was until he suddenly reached all the way down to Druff's chest, moving inside the warm sheath of cloth and fur, and squeezed a meaty pec hard.

"Whoops," the wolf smirked to himself at the feel of the muscle tensing, and not from the way the tiger held his pen.

The tiger rumbled deeply. His tail, which had been mostly languid until then, became more lively and tapped the wolf's nearest leg. Brian eased the grabby hold on the tiger's chest, but kept his paw there. He could feel Druff's heart beating within, steady and with attractive strength. The purr was practically tickling his palm.

"Slipped, huh?" the tiger accused with a smile.

"You've been working all day," Brian spoke to one of the tiger's ears. "Give it a rest, wontcha?"

"How do you know how much I've worked today?" the tiger mused.

Brian used his non-robe-covered paw to rub on the collarline on the other side. He hoped to make the tiger rumble even further by caressing the sensitive skin there.

"You're always working when I come over," Brian said, "whether here or at the office..."

"I think you just implied that we have different kinds of schedules when it comes to work," Druff said.

"True." The wolf said, ghosting back and forth over the tiger's chest with his fingertips. "But you see me relaxing all the time." He casually leaned down to where his muzzle was next to Druff's ear. The tiger felt the warm breath on his ear as the wolf spoke. "Can't say the same thing about you, though."

The tiger chuffed good-naturedly leaned back in his chair in a token gesture of resignation. The pen dropped from fingers and onto the paper. "Are you trying to tell me that your laziness is a virtue?"

"No, but working too hard isn't one either." The wolf kept massaging one shoulder while leisurely roaming with his fingers over Druff's chest. "Sometimes you just gotta relaaaaaaaaax..." As he dragged the last word out, Brian once again shamelessly groped at the tiger's pectoral.

The tiger rumbled, and pushed his chest forward to meet the wolf's less than innocent gesture.

"You do see me relax all the time, you know" Druff said, "it simply appears that your ideas differ in that regard."

"Hmmhm...but you do things like read books, and that's what you do for work too," Brian complained. "And the books have very small print and no pictures...I've checked!"

The wolf talked about inanities, but he was proud to notice that he had managed to tease the tiger's nipple into a state of firmness. It tempted him to make a more direct move on it, to pinch and pull, to nibble on the tiger's neck. Very soon he would not be able to resist that temptation.

"Each to their own?" Druff stated. "Does it differ much to you spending an hour on my couch staring at the little screen on your pocket computer so that you can enjoy the wonders of YouTube?"

"The point is to let your mind graze, as a saying goes back home." The wolf got to work on massaging the tiger's chest in tandem to the shoulder. "So yeah!"

The tiger chuffed again in bemusement. "Now that is one I have not heard yet."

"It's great, isn't it?" The way the wolf spoke implied he wasn't really talking about online videos and exotic proverbs. Especially not once he started to graze the rim of the Druff's rounded ear with his teeth playfully. It flicked, on a reflex, but the wolf chased it and continued his indulgence. He was sure that the tiger would not be able to resist for much longer.

"Come on spoilsport..." the wolf crooned. "You know I haven't been around all week...I have been working, despite all the appearances...need some me time now... "

The tiger laughed outright.

"You call it 'me' time?" he mused. Druff tilted his head to look at the wolf behind him.

"I call it 'you' time, yes." The wolf flashed Druff a cheeky grin and kept helping himself to the parts of the tiger's body he had under his fingers. He liked what he had there.

"And I get no say in this?" the tiger rumbled out. The wolf's paws were starting to feel better by the moment, and more distracting too.

"Well, you get something out of it..." Brian chuckled into Druff's ear and dipped his muzzle down to nuzzle at the nook of the tiger's neck, taking in more of that dangerously attractive scent. Brian suspected that the next time he walked down the gentlemen's grooming aisle at the supermarket he might get a whiff of it and develop a somewhat embarrassing public boner, but he was willing to take that risk, the same way he knew that he was playing with fire when it came to teasing the master of the house.

"I become unable to do my job, yes," the tiger stated. He gestured at the papers on the desk, some neatly stacked, others still in disarray where he had left them, partially corrected for the moment.

"Tragic..." the wolf murmured into the tiger's neck. "I don't know how you live with yourself."

Brian nuzzled the tiger's ears and kissed the top of his head before he returned back to the enticing spot at the nape of the cat's neck.

"Comfortably enough, since it's mostly your doing," Druff shrugged, then rolled his shoulders some more to shake loose what stiffness was still left. The few resulting pops were most satisfying to hear for the wolf hovering by.

"Mmmh..." The wolf mumbled lazily into the spot he was nuzzling, content with pawing at the tiger for now since it seemed he was slowly winning this little play-struggle. He figured adding just the slightest touch of teeth to skin as he moved his muzzle would be a winning move. The wolf's paws were tireless as well, reveling in the feel of the firm muscle they were kneading.

"Just unwind for a while..." The wolf spoke again in his best bedroom voice. "It's what Friday nights are for..."

"Shouldn't you be out there then, partying until you are unconscious in an unknown bed?" Druff chuckled.

"That can be fun," the wolf smirked, mostly to himself, but kissed his smile against the tiger's neck, just below his ear. "But I've got a known bed right here...and a big, stripey rug on it..."

The tiger rumbled. He sounded quite satisfied with himself, despite his earlier comments.

"I feel you might be laying it down a bit thick, Mister Silva," Druff said.

"Gonna feel all kinds of things..." The wolf replied playfully and groped a shoulder and a pec extra firm for emphasis. "Thick in aaaall the right places..."

Druff just rumbled deeply, enjoying the intimate touch.

"Besides, I'm smooth as butter, Mister D." The wolf sounded very amused with himself as he pecked down a few more kisses along the tiger's neck with a light nip to mix it up here and there. The paw on Druff's shoulder extended its massage to the big cat's upper arms as well, making no attempt to mask the accompanying blatant groping.

The tiger chuckled.

"Mister now?" he said. "Not 'pops', 'daddy', or any permutation thereof?" he questioned.

"I pounced onto a professor mid-work... seemed appropriate." The wolf chuckled and squeezed at the tiger again. "You're not getting me to call you daddy."

The wolf felt a rising urge to grope harder, to press down more insistently with his teeth, and it was only fueled further by Druff's constant rumbling and mock nonchalance despite the wolf's paws being everywhere . It made Brian wish they weren't separated by a chair so he could feel it all fur-to-fur. He could see a possible solution to that issue, should he be able to unearthen the tiger from his spot.

"No?" said the tiger. He was rumbling cheerfully.

Brian rubbed his paws down the tiger's arms and dipped them to his sides. He made sure to continue his stroking very easy there, so as not to attract any undue suspicion. This low down, hearing the tiger's hips, he could move his paws to the armrestsö

"Nope...definitely not..." the wolf rattled on.

He went in for the kill. Brian grabbed the armrests, pulled, and the twisted so that he could rotate the tiger's office chair around. They were suddenly facing one another, and Brian made the most out of this new arrangement. He climbed onto the tiger's lap, legs stretching so that he could get them on either side of the armest, and planted his ass over the tiger's thick, silk-clothed thighs.

Druff met it as impassively as ever, only letting out a small huff as the wolf's bulk plopped down on him. The position they found themselves in was familiar enough to both of them by now. The wolf wore a mischievous grin on his face that simply said 'gotcha'. He flung his arms casually over the tiger's shoulders and wiggled a bit from side to side to get comfortable... and to tease the big cat with a beefy hunk grinding his ass over his lap.

"Sup." Brian said, tail swishing behind him in satisfaction.

The tiger chuffed, but good-naturedly. He threw one arm up, to expose more fur and skin, and put his free paw over the wolf's hip. It was now his turn to feel up the wolf who had been acting so cheekily ever since he appeared in the tiger's study.

"You're making me worry for this chair," Druff said.

Brian wriggled some more, which made the chair creak, but not show any signs of impending collapse. The wolf wagged his tail victoriously. The tiger's hips were just a little broad for him to scoot even closer and to press their groins together. He could feel the heat radiating off him, however. That was a pleasant start.

"Feels perfectly good to me!" Brian grinned. "You know how to pick your seats..."

The wolf shuffled a little, which ground his own particular seat against Druff's thighs. His fingers played with the fabric of the tiger's robe, wishing that it was gone for good already. But in their seated situation, the best he could do is slip his paws under the edges of the robe, running fingers through pleasantly warm and soft fur. Perhaps he could push the robe down and get the bare fur out.

"Yours seems to be slightly more questionable..." Druff rumbled, the paw on the wolf's hip squeezing gently, just to make doubly sure he would feel its presence. The other one joined in on the cheeky canine's other side, caressing casually. It was too tempting not to have his paws there, close to the wolf's rear.

"I dunno, feels pretty comfy here," the wolf mused, leaning forward slightly and extending his own reach into the tiger' robe. He managed his fingers down the big cat's back, his own forearms now under the robe. "And there's rubs involved too! It's a great trade."

The grin never left the wolf's face while he enjoyed his new seat, and the paws running and groping over his sides. He shifted them a little, in the hopes that it attracted more intense touching from the Professor.

"You seem to be convinced of your ability to make me drop my work and drop my pants instead," Druff said.

The wolf winked and pursed his lips, as if planning to blow the tiger a kiss. His paws looked like burrowing moles under the silk of the tiger's luxurious robe. He wanted to get it away, that much he knew.

"I can help you with that too," Brian winked. "Get those pajamas off you..."

Druff poked the wolf's hip with his thumb.

"A houseboy for the weekend, huh?" he raised his brow. "Up to fulfilling my every whim?"

"As long as our whims are aligned, still as self-serving as ever,"the wolf said and flashed the tiger a wink. His paws travelled further down Druff's back, making the wolf lean forward and their faces inch closer together.

"Plus seems to me like you're perfectly happy with your paws on my ass instead of your work, too..." The wolf husked when he was close enough for the tiger to feel his warm breath over his lips. By that point, the wolf had reached far enough into the robe where he could simply spread his arms apart and slide it off the tiger's upper body as he did. It was still stuck on the tiger's forearms, but his torso slipped free.

The wolf leaned back with a triumphant grin on his face, paws sliding slowly and sensually up the tiger's back to rest on his shoulders, gripping and squeezing firmly. There was more tiger on display, and with that came numerous new temptations. He could feel up the pecs more, or to go and tease the nipples he saw now. They had firmed up, much to Brian's pleasure. He wanted to kiss and lick them, make them even more plump and delicious. He wanted a lot of things at the moment, of course.

Druff, now partially undressed, and with a wolf straddling him, squeezed the wolf's buns more intently. His paws were partially trapped between Brian's ass cheeks and his own thighs that bore the brunt of the weight.

"It has been a week, after all," the tiger said.

Brian smirked.

"A week since you put your paws on something as nice as this?" the wolf licked his lips. His tail wagged audibly.

Druff's eyes narrowed.

"A week since they were on your ass," he replied. "Not an ass."

"Far from mutually exclusive..." Brian noted smugly and swished over those grabby paws with his tail. "How many poor students have you bent over this week, I wonder..." He ran a paw down slowly over the tiger's chest, grabbing pawfuls of firm muscle along the way and then flicked a nipple with his thumb before starting to circle it idly.

"One... three... nine..." the wolf trailed off, simply enjoying their mutual touches for the moment.

"I don't ask them for a student union card, you know," the tiger retorted. He shifted his hips, as if threatening to plant his groin to the wolf's in a much more dominant gesture. He knew that the very movement must've aroused the wolf, the way the Iberian lupine rumbled when he felt the thighs flex.

"A-ha! So you admit to all charges." As soon as the wolf felt the tiger's hips move, he moved in concert to grind their hips together for mutual pleasure. "And losing the count to boot... tsk...hmmrr..."

As if to scold the tiger, Brian pinched the nipple he was playing with just hard enough for the sensation to be delicious. He knew the tiger was not impervious to such play when it came to his tits. The knowledge thrilled the wolf, and he hoped it aroused the tiger to even further debauchery. Having their boners spar between their hips was a good start.

"I do not admit nor deny," the tiger growled.

He pulled on the wolf's rump cheeks to spread them apart and create even more raunchy pressure on their sensitive flesh. The wolf rumbled in satisfaction at the lewd gesture, brimming with mounting arousal. It never ceased to amaze the young hunk just how dirty it felt having the tiger fondle his butt cheeks like that. Perhaps that was why it felt so good, aside from the pure physical pleasure of having those essential muscles worked over good and hard. He couldn't help grinding his broadly muscled rump back into that expert grip.

"Too late, pops. You're already caught..." Brian emphasized with another pinch of the tiger's fleshy nipple.

"And got nowhere to run..." The wolf spoke as he leaned forward and returned to the spot he was nuzzling earlier, this time dragging his teeth sensually over the skin of the tiger's neck, peppered with a few lick and kisses here and there. The paw that was gripping the tiger's shoulder made a pass over Druff's upper arm before making the slide down his side to his hip, where it groped generous pawfuls of striped ass.

The tiger growled and pressed his hips forward intently while also pulling the wolf closer to himself. His hips shifted from side to side and the chair creaked, thankfully not in a way that suggested an imminent collapse. Druff used his own muzzle to nudge the wolf out of his neck and then forcefully put his own lips to the wolf's. He caught him by the corner, more or less, but Brian eagerly moved his muzzle so that they met heads on.

"Hmrmhm.."

Brian was glad that he was the one to first push his tongue into the tiger's maw, although Druff did not wait for long to join in on the slippery fun that ensued from such a connection. Brian wrapped his legs around the backrest of the chair, which felt funny, but he liked how that allowed him to hump down on the aroused tiger more easily.

They settled into a more or less steady rhythm of grinding their groins together, almost an afterthought to the tongue-wrestling match going on upstairs. Brian played continuously with the tiger's nipple, and Druff kept kneading the wolf's ass. He delivered a hearty slap here and there. Their kiss was a messy affair full of grunts and groans while their tongues played a sloppy game of tug of war. Both parties scored occasional victories, although an inevitable retreat soon followed.

"Hmhm...up..." the tiger grumbled. He paws on the wolf's ass before he let his limbs fall off to the side.

Brian's ears drooped at the loss of contact, but he did give the tiger a bright smirk, looking down to him. Both of them breathed heavily.

"Starting to get too heavy for ya, pops?" he teased.

"I'm not going to carry you anywhere," Druff said. "I'm going to slip a disc if I try anything like that."

Brian grumbled and puffed out his chest. He rubbed it on the tiger's with pleasure.

"Well, I don't blame your concern..." he grinned, licking his wet and pleasantly tingling lips. "Shifting this much beef around each day is a full time job..."

Druff slapped the wolf's ass hard. The noise rang through the room and made Brian's tail jump upright.

"Hmphm...okay, okay, I think I deserved that, hmhmm..." said the wolf who began to extricate himself from the tiger and the seat. He unwrapped his legs from around the tiger's waist and simply slid off his lap, regretfully. Once he was on his own two feet, he made sure to stretch himself out to his full height, with a satisfied groan. He was sure the tiger enjoyed the impromptu show.

"So, 'sup pops. Where're you not carrying me?" The wolf asked, moving a bit to the side to give the tiger some space. The still seated cat offered a tempting target to look at, too, especially the way the silk of his robe bulged where he had to be suffering from acute and very sexy swelling of his cock.

"The spare spare bedroom," the tiger replied with a stern smirk.

"Hmmmh... I wonder if I should start getting worried..." The wolf said, eying the sitting cat with mock-suspicion. "Sometimes I think I can still feel those ice cubes..."

"I shall neither confirm or deny." The tiger repeatedly his earlier statement as he was getting up from his seat. Once up, he was in perfect range to slap the wolf's rear again, and smack it he did. "Now get going, or I'll get a leash."

The wolf just rumbled at the sharp but pleasurable sensation that radiated from his glute. "Watch it with the orders, old man..." But he complied quickly enough, his arousal tipping the scales against his pride considerably by now.

"And don't you dare to just sit back down and work again!" The horny canine threatened as he walked out the room, not even having to look back to know just where the tiger's eyes were boring into. He heard the office chair do a final creak that appeared to confirm that he was being stalked by a cat.

Brian did not hurry, but didn't feel like lingering when his cock rubbed against the front of his pants. At least the way to the tiger's chamber of secrets was familiar and not too far away from the usual route to the master bedroom. He stopped at the door and faced the tiger, who had followed him close by. Brian almost frowned when he saw that Druff had pulled the robe back onto himself.

"Not sure if I'm allowed to open the door," Brian smirked. "Or if it's open, anyway...that lock always looked pretty sturdy to me..."

"Well it has to, to keep any unruly occupants in," Druff said, "and to keep nosy maids out..."

Brian winked.

"Bet you've thought about locking her in sometime," the wolf suggested.

Druff raised his brow.

"Where did that thought come from?" he asked.

The wolf wagged and grinned.

"Come ooooon...you have your own personal prison...bet you have a whole list of people you'd like to put inside..."

"You are making me lose my erection," Druff said. "And at this age, when it's up, you don't want it to go down."

The wolf shook his head. His wondering look only grew when the tiger tapped the wall by the door and a little panel opened. Behind it was a keypad, embedded into metal.

"You're not serious!" Brian huffed.

The tiger cupped one big paw over the panel and used the other to do tapping on the number pad. Afterwards there was a beep and the click of a lock when the door opened.

"Fuck," Brian shook his head. "This is next level shit. Why did I not know about this before?"

"Backup," Druff smirked as he closed the wall panel, hiding the keypad. "I didn't have the key with me."

"Do you go by just Druff because your last name is Bond?" The wolf said, and walked forward, opening the door fully. He didn't really know why he was feeling so eager to get things fired up again, but he was the first one in this time, even to this particular room "Or whatever the Finnish equivalent is?"

"If I told you, I would have to silence you." Druff mused cheerfully as he closed the door behind them and flicked the lightswitch next to the frame.

"So it's not just because it's unpronounceable?" Brian snickered. "Go ahead, dude... I'm pretty sure I've got a muzzleful incoming pretty soon anyway."

The wolf was grinning from ear to ear as the tiger turned to look at him.

"Hmmrhm..." Druff rumbled deeply. Brian watched him bare himself, with a single tug of his paw that opened the belt. His hard cock popped out into view, peeking out from the halves of the robe. It made Brian's own dick throb heavily. The sight was almost humorously, besides being incredibly sexy.

"Damn...full mast," Brian smacked his lips.

The tiger removed his robe fully then. Brian watched every move of the striped male, as he hung the robe from a hook on the wall next to what to Brian looked like a doctor's white lab coat. Brian rubbed the front of his own cargo shorts, looking at the tiger's ass. When Druff turned, his cock swung into view again. Brian swallowed at the heavy slap it made against the tiger's belly before it assumed the usual position, proud and oozing musk into the already very sensually scented room of the dungeon.

"See something you like?" the tiger flicked an ear at the wolf.

"My tongue's practically hanging out of my muzz," Brian chuckled. "You know I do..."

The tiger folded his arms over his chest and repeated his curious look.

"Yes, or no will do," Druff said.

Brian licked his lips. He could see the challenge in the tiger's pose and look, and found it to be arousing in its own right.

"You want me to pay compliments to your wonderful fleshy pole, pops?" the wolf smirked.

The tiger growled.

"Yes, Sir, or 'No, Sir', wolf," Druff replied without the same humor.

"You pulling rank on me now, pops?" The wolf asked with a raised eyebrow. Druff just kept looking sternly at the wolf, a staring contest they held for a few moments before the wolf decided he was too eager for some proper debauchery to happen soon. The younger male simply grunted and softened his stance, grumbling out a "Yes, sir."

The wolf's statement was dripping with defiance, as it was who he was. They both liked it best that way. The tiger enjoyed the fight he put up, and the wolf liked the...the challenge the tiger always stood up to. That back and forth made his balls ache, but it was worth it.

"Good. Now strip." The tiger's tone was low and demanding, and it made the wolf bristle with both tension and arousal.

"Hmm."

He grunted again but got to work, peeling off the form-fitting sleeveless shirt he was wearing from the bottom up, making sure the tiger got an eyeful of all the good stuff underneath as it came to view a bit by bit. It was quickly discarded to the side, and after another teasing, and satisfying, stretch to show off some more, the loose shorts followed suit quickly enough. The wolf's arousal was in full view, revealing he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was only paired with a cheeky smirk across his face. He made his length bounce with a flex of his internal muscles.

"Hmph. Talk about preparation... next thing you'll tell me you're already lubed up and ready to go." The tiger rumbled. He was letting his eyes roam up and down the attractive body bared for his pleasure... and at his command. The wolf was a bit more ambivalent about that, but he could see how it might be fun. He decided to play along.

Brian did make a face at the comment, despite the tiger's earlier's chastising words about his constant cheekiness.

"Pfff...I'm not like one of those boys you pick up at the bars...or the Student union," the wolf grinned. He wagged his tail, much like he had earlier made his forward appendage swing freely. "You know I need to be tamed...Sir..."

He rolled his hips and made sure to look exactly as unruly as possible. The way he had said 'Sir' earlier was the least respectable voice he could muster without making it sound utterly camp. He was probably physically unable to do that.

"Damn right," the tiger said. Now Brian could see the corner of his muzzle ripple with a smile.

Druff padded deeper into the room, his every move traced by the wolf. Brian stood next to one of the tiger's bondage implements, a kind of a low bench that reminded him of a massage table, except this one had straps on it for nefarious purposes. He was tempted to feel up the shiny black leather padding on it. Whatever kinky stuff they got up, he had to admit that the leather material had its attractive qualities. He wasn't much for wearing it for sexual fun, unlike the tiger, but he could see the attraction.

The tiger stopped in front of a wooden cabinet, painted in black. Brian knew from previous experience that it contained apparel - costumes, in a way he thought - and the tiger began to rummage through it.

"Looking for a cap?" Brian couldn't help himself. "Gonna be my drill sergeant?"

He watched the tiger's swinging tail and treated his dick to a casual stroke or two. He felt stiff and good, just great while he toyed with his shaft. It was good fun, looking at the tiger's butt. If only...

"Paws off that thing," Druff said sharply as he turned around. In his paws he held a leather collar, its ends hanging open.

"Or what?" The wolf teased, paw still on his cock, and looked at the black piece of apparel, ear flicking curiously. "And what's that thing then?"

"Or I'm busting out some much more exotic tools than just this collar here, boy." The Druff rumbled dangerously. "Or should I say...pup?"

The wolf kept looking at the collar, trying not to think just what those so-called tools could be out of the tiger's vast and very dirty arsenal. It was a fairly inconspicuous looking thing as far as the tiger's playthings went, all smooth black leather. It wasn't something he'd consider wearing for everyday use, but there was an urge to put it on and check himself out in a mirror. He knew what they looked like, he'd seen them on guys in clubs, even on TV sometimes, as a bold fashion statement. He suspected that the smirking tiger standing nearby had a much more nefarious motive, especially after his latest comment on the topic.

"Ha, definitely not gonna roll down and beg, if you think treating me like one," he shook the collar in his paw, the buckle jingling. The sound drew Brian's eyes to it again. "It's...weird."

The tiger chuffed, with more humor than before. His earlier dominant growling was not present in his voice as he spoke.

"Well, well, your mind definitely took it to some kinky directions," Druff said. "What made you think that right away? Expect me to break out mittens and a hood for ya? Snap a leash on that collar and call you a good boy? Get you a rubber bone to chew?"

Brian's face screwed up.

"Dude..."

Druff laughed. The wolf glared at him with puzzlement while the tiger apparently found his reaction hilarious. Then Druff stepped over to the wall where various bondage materials were both displayed and stored, and began to fondle them. Brian didn't even know what all of them were called, although he was fairly sure that he had been strapped to the big wooden cross on the wall with some of the stuff on a previous visit into the dungeon.

"That is not my interest," Druff said. "I just like the way it looks, and what it represents. Power..."

The tiger's fingers stroked a length of leather, rattled a chain hanging from the wall hook. To Brian it looked like something he had seen on prison movies, used to secure the inmates as they hobbled along.

"...submission..."

Brian's dick twitched, despite his better judgement. He snorted.

"Are you lecturing me about kinky sex, pops?" he asked.

"Making sure you're aware of what will be happening." The tiger stated, taking a step towards the wolf who wasn't entirely sure that all that was meant to do was ease any concerns he might have. The tiger perfect the art of using words to achieve what he desired, and both Brian's curiosity and his arousal were piqued by just those two simple words that tugged at strings normally buried far too deep to reach.

"After all, " Druff continued, "Sex is so much more than simple bumping together of hips, as I'm quite sure you're aware..."

He was very close now, enough for the wolf to feel his heat, his breath, smell everything about the tiger that made him so sexually attractive and dangerous as well. The kind of things that had made him let the tiger shove his muzzle under his arm, to raise his tail, to grit his teeth and take it for the ultimate pleasure that followed of letting go.

"...power..." the tiger repeated.

Brian's cheeks prickled with the same kind of heat that made his cock throb anew. He imagined bending the tiger over, while at the same time his mind conjured images of the reverse happening. The wolf knew that it was the most likely scenario, as it had unfolded many times.

"Guess me thinking you're gonna go all drill sarge on me isn't so far off then huh..." the wolf tried to speak lightly, but didn't really manage the right voice for it.

The tiger smiled, the same teeth-baring smirk as before. His paws reached out and pulled the collar from the wolf's grip, and Brian let him. The brush of their fingers together, over the gesture, made his cock twitch. He was sure that the tiger could see it, smell it, somehow sense it even when he wasn't staring at the knotty dick that betrayed his every internal feeling and desire.

"That's a game for another time," Druff said. Brian's eyes were fixed on the way the tiger's fingers held the leather, infusing his own body heat in it through his pads. Could the tiger feel his on it? Brian had held it in his clasp for a few moments while they discussed kinky sexual roleplay. And the tiger had just suggested that the wolf's accusation wasn't terrible far off at all.

"Ha," the wolf chuffed.

Druff stepped even closer, enough that his cock could have nudged against Brian's if he took aim. He spared a paw, which now smelled of leather, and put it on the Iberian wolf's cheek. The wolf was surprised by the apparent tenderness of the gesture, especially once it was followed by a kiss that he could almost count as a soft one. Druff tasted his lips with his tongue, but that was as far as he took it, accompanied by the purr that made Brian's own lips tingle.

"...this game is just about letting go," the tiger said. He brushed his thumb against the cheek he had just held and then, moving slowly, he stroked his fingers along the wolf's neck. There was only enough pressure that Brian felt it on his skin, not just indirectly over his fur. He knew that the tiger was tracing the space the collar would occupy. "And enjoying that feeling. I know you know it...whispers of it at least. And I know that something like this can help you get even deeper."

This time Brian couldn't help but chortle.

"You want to get deep alright..." he grumbled, "deep somewhere with that personal spear of yours..."

He glanced at the tiger's dick, for emphasis. The tiger licked his own lips. Brian could swear he could see a drop of pre-cum appear on the tip of that barbed cock at the next throb it made. Had the tiger been keeping it in reserve to squeeze out just when he needed to make his dick look so damn hot that the wolf would want to simply gobble it down?

"Let's see where you'll go then," Druff said in the same calm voice as before. "Begging optional."

Brian stared at the dick - and the collar - and the tiger's eyes, and felt his own knot pulse with almost uncomfortable abandon as he weighed his options. He knew that he was sorely tempted to explore more of this strange world of kink the tiger had been slowly opening up to him. He wasn't sure whether he liked it, or whether he would like himself liking it.

He swallowed, Adam's apple moving visibly with it.

"Well most of the stuff you've dished out on me has been alright, so far..." he said, hoping that the more steady tone and puffing out of his chest told the tiger that he could indeed take anything the tiger might come up with, "and you know I ain't gonna be your good boy..."

The tiger let out a sensual grumble.

"Bad boys are usually more fun, too."

The wolf managed a smirk at that, along with a cocky flick of his ear.

"You only need to give me five minutes of freedom, pops, and I'll show you just how bad I am," he blew the tiger a kiss, a loud one, "and I ain't gonna need any collars for that..."

The tiger growled, and it was a noise that went right down the wolf's spine again, tingled and even made his asshole clench and his balls draw closer to his body. Sometimes he hated that it was all wired up together, making him feel confusing things as a reaction to many things he hasn't even considered particularly sexy.

He didn't stop the tiger when he lifted the dark length of pierced, buckled leather and began to fit it around his neck. Brian's breathing slowed down, and he felt himself tense, but stayed put. He knew that his arousal and his earlier words did imply consent, perhaps not in as many words but he knew that he could throw the tiger across the room should it come to that. He trusted the Professor enough to know that he would never have to do such a thing.

It was perhaps the only factor that made him not raise his paw to stop the tiger's ministrations. It did feel sexy, the brush of fingers and the padded, smooth leather that was indeed warm and smelled good. The buckle the tiger closed on the front did feel just a little cold before he got used to it, and there was a little bit of tugging involved when he adjusted the thing, but once the tiger was done, there was no immediate unpleasant feelings except his furiously blushing cheeks and his blue balls.

"Well...there we go," said the Druff. "And I quite like how it looks on you."

Brian felt up the collar with his paw, as if to check that it really was there. He even pushed a finger between the leather and his neck to figure out that he could pass it there. The collar had not been pulled tight enough to choke him. It was more like wearing a shirt with the uppermost button closed. And he never liked doing that!

"Of course you would say that, pops," Brian said. "You talked me into this."

"I think this one did, boy," the tiger said. His tone lowered again, and so did his paw, to grab on the wolf's erection.

The sudden contact made the wolf hiss and hips twitch forward reflexively.

"You're in cahoots with that backstabber." Brian said, trying to focus on the feel of the warm leather around his neck.

He never wore one before, so the it's presence around his neck was a bit of an alien sensation, but not an unpleasant one. He actually wanted to look at himself in a mirror to see if it indeed looked as good as the tiger claimed. For now though, he stood at attention for the man he willingly let put a collar on him and awaited his next command with both trepidation and excitement.

The very thought sent a shiver down the bulky wolf's spine, but he had to admit to himself that it wasn't a bad one.¸The warm grip around his straining shaft certainly helped to take his mind off any lingering doubts and lull his pride and dominant instincts.

Perhaps they were the reason why ending up in such situations with the tiger was as primally arousing as it was. Those thoughts faded away as they always did when pushed back by the pleasure of the tiger's slowly stroking paw... this time with the added backdrop of feeling that collar around his neck, a steady reminder that he had given up the leash to the Druff...at least figuratively.

The thought gave him an idea, one that made him flex his shaft in the tiger's grip, despite how that made him want to bite his teeth together intently.

"Guess you think I'm pretty now...Sir," he made sure to emphasize the word sensually, with a proper glint to his eyes while he flexed his arms and his torso, to distract the tiger as much as possible, "...but don't these kind of things usually come with a leash?"

He let the tiger get a good look at a bulging, pumped bicep as he touched the rim of the collar and grinned. Brian loved showing off and this was not going to be an exception. Besides, riling the tiger up was always fun. It usually made him jump his bones in the end.

The tiger's ears did perk curiously at his mention of the leash, and he treated the wolf to a renewed squeeze on his shaft while he processed this comment from the uppity wolf..

"I thought you considered that to be too kinky," Druff said.

"I dunno," the wolf wagged his tail. "I talked a lot about other stuff but not sure I mentioned a leash..."

The tiger smirked.

"You are are asking for trouble," he said.

"It always finds me, somehow," Brian said.

"Hah."

The tiger chortled, and went in for the kill. His fingers slid down along Brian's dick and squeezed on the extra sensitive knot, for a proper distraction while he did his move. The tiger sidestepped and moved behind the wolf, arms wrapped around him as he took the wolf in a hold. It was not one that the wolf would not be able to escape should he want to, nor one that attempted to truly immobilize him, but the tiger's arms were firm, warm and tightly wrapped about him. The tiger's very hard cock poked his rear when their bodies came more flush, and there was also the breath, along his neck before Druff buried his nose into the scruff there and breathed the wolf in.

"Hrmmmh..." The loss of stimulation on his cock was regrettable, but there was plenty to replace it once they got settled. One of the tiger's paws grabbed at a meaty pectoral while the other pressed and buried itself into the furs of the wolf's belly, digging through it slowly, sensually while the other grabbed and groped in arousing contrast. The wolf grumbled from pleasurable sensations, rolling his shoulders and puffing out his chest for the tiger's benefit. The warmth of the tiger's body upon his back, as well as the dick sandwiched between the halves of his ass, rounded out the experience nicely... as did the tickling in his mind provoked by the possessiveness of Druff's actions which were practically screaming 'Mine!'. Even the collar felt superfluous compared to the way the tiger put his paws on him.

He made sure to tilt his head to give the tiger easier access to whiff up all the masculine scent he wanted, punctuated by the novel sensation of the leather collar making itself known against his skin. It wasn't unpleasant at all. He was almost surprised by how comfortable it was. The discomfort really appeared to be mostly on the psychological side.

The wolf kept himself from grinding back against the thick warm spear lodged between his ass cheeks for now. He didn't want to serve everything to the tiger at once, and send the wrong message. He wasn't an all you can eat buffet. He was a five course meal.

"Don't get too high on me now, pops" Brian rumbled instead, enjoying the feel of the tiger's muzzle moving softly in the nook of his neck, "plenty to go around..."

The paws grasped insistently. The tiger's nuzzling became a nibble, just a brush of teeth on fur and skin. Druff certainly liked the way it made the muscles under his mouth tense and the wolf rumble.

"Sir, boy," the tiger said. There was another touch of that stern edge in the tiger's's voice that made Brian imagine the cat speaking out a particularly raunchy command whenever it was used. He'd heard the voice order him on the bed, to remove his clothes, to flex his muscles. It was good.

Brian tilted his head down further. He could practically lick on the tiger's wrist nearby where the tiger continued to try to fit the whole pectoral muscle into his palm. He hadn't succeeded so far.

"Hmhmm...just a dumb wolf, like you say, Sir, " he smirked as he used the honorific, even if he knew that the tiger couldn't see his evil smile, "Sometimes I need to be told several times to make sure that I remember..."

Brian rumbled deliciously when the paws exploring his body moved and grabbed him more intently. The paw lower down clapped painlessly, if loudly on his hip, while the other suddenly moved upwards and cupped his chin. Two thick fingers poked on his lip and his front teeth, a kind of a crowding sensation.

"Then we'll just have to make sure that proper learning is encouraged," the tiger said.

"Repetition is the mother of all learhgrh-" The wolf was cut off by the tiger unceremoniously sliding his fingers into his muzzle as soon as he opened it to speak. It was something he saw coming but played into it anyways. It was all part of the game. Druff simply rumbled away behind him, but now the wolf was feeling those deep rumbles from the chest pressed to his back and the feel was as thrilling as ever. Almost comforting in a way, as well, in its familiarity. Nothing new or outrageous about it, just good old man-sex sensations.

"Hmmmrh..." the tiger simply murmured as he slid the fingers inside his captive boy's muzzle while at the same time making sure to grind his hard shaft up the valley of the wolf's ass extra hard.

"Now suck, boy," the command was growled out straight into the wolf's ear, he could feel the heat of the tiger's breath. The heavy emphasis on the word almost made him blush under his fur. But it definitely made his ears warm. He didn't make a big fuss about complaining for now, so he did as he was told. Still, the big wolf made sure to grumble in apparent disapproval while he closed his mouth to give the first tentative suckle and swipe of tongue.

"Good boy..." The tiger continued, warm breath still washing the wolf's ear. "You'll want those nice and wet before they go anywhere else."

The last sentence made the wolf's hole twitch reflexively, something the tiger was sure to have felt given how tightly pressed together their bodies were. Brian's body was definitely already imagining what the tiger was going to do with his fingers. A spit-soaked digit would have a rougher time going inside his ass, spreading him open.

The wolf rumbled, mostly out of the necessity so as not to make a sluttier sound than that. He was fairly sure that should the tiger really start to search for his prostate with his fingers, he would be reduced to moaning within seconds. He had to admit that it was a really dominant and sexy gesture, forcing fingers into someone's mouth. Nobody usually had a reason to touch your face or your muzzle. This was intrusive and indeed hot, the way the tiger simply took over. It was all attitude, too, something the wolf found incredibly erotic. The tiger might've found the collar arousing on the wolf's neck, but he knew that it was the act of putting it on the wolf rather than him wearing it in general that sparked the tiger's desire.

Brian slithered his tongue between the tiger's steady fingers. His own arms were captured under the tiger's and he wondered about trying to slip them free, to tease the tiger some more with his own strength. For now he was content just teasing the tiger a little by wriggling and moving. The only thing he really missed was a paw or a muzzle around his own cock, so very hard and unattended. Of course he would have to be teasing the wolf some more like that. He did like it, but it made him wonder what else the tiger might have in mind. After all, they were in a sex dungeon, surrounded by toys and gear, and the tiger had not picked anything up so far besides the collar.

"Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself..." The tiger teased, pumping his fingers slowly in and out. "Almost like you're asking me for something else to suck on, boy..." he pressed with his fingers for some emphasis. "Something much more substantial."

The wolf growled at that, but it didn't mean much when he didn't stop his suckling and slurping. He chose to grind his rear back into the tiger's groin instead, exerting some teasing of his own... even though it was mostly to Druff's pleasure.

"It's alright, you don't have to speak," Druff continued into the wolf's ear, "every little twitch and motion of your body tells me all I need to know... where it counts."

The tiger ground his hips against Brian's rear hard with the last sentence, to drive the point home with a rather blatant thrust of his leaky cock along the base of the wolf's tail. The barbed tip teased right at the wolf's asshole as a reminder of what it felt like to be truly bred by the big cat.

"Pfff..." Brian huffed, which meant that the air flowed sensually against the tiger's palm. Druff rumbled deeply and bit down on the wolf's neck scruff. Brian turned his head down and made the skin draw taut, to intensify the feeling. His tail swung and smacked at the tiger's side.

Druff pulled his fingers out rather abruptly and instead grasped on the wolf's chin and jaw like he did before. The now slick digits smeared on his cheeks and pressed tightly onto the bone.

"Something you wanted to say, wolf?" the tiger demanded.

Brian tensed his body. He let the tiger feel every lick of tension, every flexing muscle pressing to him and telling the cat of his strength.

"...that here I thought you were going to be tough on me, Sir," he grumbled.

"Watch the lip, boy," the tiger growled, gripping the wolf's jaw with noticeably more force. He drew his hips back just enough for the barbed tip of his cock to lightly touch at the wolf's entirely unprepared hole, hot and slick with his precum. "Or I'll teach you a thing or two about rough."

The threat made the wolf visibly tense up, which had the side effect of his muscled hole flexing against the head of the battering ram poised at the gates. Thankfully, he was sure the tiger knew better than to mistake that for pure eagerness. That didn't change the fact of how easy it would be for the tiger to simply surge forward and claim the wolf for all he was worth if he really wanted to. Sure it would probably hurt, considering the lack of the familiar preparations that went to the act.

Brian was sure he would not like the initial feeling of being practically drilled open, however, the idea, the fact that the tiger entertained the thought, something that was so very thrilling in that dangerous way that made his nerves flare with adrenaline that somehow seemed to go straight to his cock, his stomach clenching with arousal. It was such an odd state of sexual high that Brian almost couldn't recognize himself when lost in it all... but the mind-blowing pleasure it brought with it made it easy not to worry too much about it, at least not for the duration.

"Hrrrrh..." The wolf growled low and deep. He had to keep his body still and not to rub himself back to the tiger and his "Gonna make me prove I'm sorry, sir?"

The word felt supremely dirty rolling off his tongue, and the wolf wasn't sure he would never be able to utter it again without feeling the slightest trace of arousal deep down. The tiger had corrupted him, and he accepted it with pleasure.

Druff thrust his hips forward, but instead of impaling the wolf, simply hotdogged his ass cheeks on his dick again. Brian snorted and smacked his tail against the tiger's hip. He was awfully curious what the tiger had in mind.His arms tightened around the wolf's torso.

"I am sure you will find it in yourself, eventually," the Druff said. "Even if I have to get it out of you, boy."

The tiger followed up his promise with a bite on Brian's ear. The wolf growled, with a hint of challenge still. The tiger had made another bold claim, in the wolf's mind, and he wanted the cat to prove he had what it took. He might live to regret it, but the tiger had a fantastic ability to pique the wolf's interest.

"You can...try...sir," Brian dared. He suspected he was probably daring himself as well, to go through with this all.

"With pleasure," the tiger rumbled.

Before Brian managed to gulp with anticipation, he was already being led over to the massage table-like artifact nearby. Its freely uncoiled leather straps looked much more intimidating this time over when his knees bumped against the leg rests. Looking at the arrangement of the arm and leg rests and the top part, with the funny part with the hole for his face, he realized that it would put his body at the perfect fucking height for someone of the tiger's stature.

'Figures!' the wolf thought.

"What's this now, po-sir?" The wolf feigned incognizance, perhaps too transparently. He did however catch himself with the mandated honorific, something he was sure the tiger would take satisfaction in. The rumble coming from his companion told him as much.

"We don't want you to be squirming away do we?" the tiger replied in an equally dirty tone.

Brian shivered at the description. The idea of trying to escape from the lusty tiger's clutches was probably more erotic to him than it should be.

"I thought that's supposed to be the fun part, sir," he spoke in kind.

"Oh I imagine there will be plenty of squirming going on, no need to worry, boy." The Druff didn't exactly say it as a threat but it certainly sounded enough like one to the wolf. But to that treacherous part of him that felt a rush of excitement at the prospect of being tied down face down ass up to that bench, it was only a promise to look forward to. He had a feeling it would not be a long wait.

Brian pressed his fingers experimentally against the leather near him, feeling a plush material underneath, pliant enough to be perfectly comfortable. The leather actually felt quite nice under his paw.

"Uh-huh? Speaking from experience?" The wolf spoke to the tiger behind his back, tail swishing idly.

The tiger grumbled and bared his teeth.

"The word," the tiger hissed.

The wolf resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the tiger's insistence.

"Are you speaking from experience, sir?" he replied in the format enforced to him.

The tiger's eyes narrowed. A rumble rose from his chest that Brian felt as much as he heard it, with the tiger pressed so close to him. His arousal was exciting, threatening and hot, hard cock throbbing away on Brian's hip.

"You will be too, boy," the tiger spoke in that same low voice again. "You think the cross was intense? You'll find out that was just a prelude to some real work on you..."

The tiger stroked his paw down along the wolf's belly and then grasped his hip. His other arm was still firmly held around Brian's torso, not allowing him to move away from his rough, erotic embrace.

The memory of just how intense the sensations that forced him to strain and squirm against his bonds in torturous pleasure made Brian shiver. The tiger felt every bit of it, through their intimate contact.

"That's right, boy..." He growled into the canine's ear again, "I know you know..."

The wolf couldn't complain about the embrace, it felt quite nice with the tiger's paw roaming over his front as it pleased. The firm grip on his hip was arousing enough on its own, the small gesture loaded with eroticism despite the simplicity. The paw didn't stay still for long either, starting to move around, caressing and groping. It did not surprise him that the tiger avoided touching his dick. The bastard.

"I could take that... and I can take anything else you're gonna throw at me, sir..." The wolf provoked. It was both to satisfy his pride and goad the tiger on with whatever evil plans he had. If he got the tiger horny enough, then he'd probably forget that he was supposed to make the wolf beg for him to do it all, and would just go at it. Brian kinda liked that idea, too, secretly turning the tables on the tiger. He might regret it later, but for the moment, it was a great thought. It made him wriggle his ass at the tiger, see if he was going to keep his hold on him as firm as it was before.

"Big words from a wolf in a very precarious position," the tiger stated, close to his ear again. When he said it like that, and it made Brian's skin prickle, he knew that the cat was not joking. This was a performance, but the tiger was not playing around, or faking it. He was really getting into the mindspace that this kind of sexual games required. He was truly imposing his will on the wolf and wanted to see if he was going to bend or break when pushed, whether physically or mentally.

Brian felt nervous and aroused by the unspoken challenge, beyond the drawled threat.

"You know all of me is big enough, sir," he grinned, mostly to himself. "It's a shame you haven't made better friends with one especially big part...I'm sure you would find it very fulfilling, sir..."

The tiger's paw shot to the wolf's lowhangers, gripping them tight and pulling, while at the same time adjusting his hips so that his barbed shaft poked at the wolf's entrance once again. The wolf yelped and tensed up from the sudden move. The tiger was leaning against him and pushing him partially bent over the bondage bench.

"Who's speaking from experience now, boy?" He poked with his hips only lightly, just to make the point. The point that told the wolf, 'I could take you, own you, right now if I wanted to. And I know you'd let me' .

Brian bit his lip.

"You are, sir," he replied. He was keeping his body entirely still, unable to push away the thought he had just conjured, of the tiger ramming himself into him like that, almost dry. "... showing bad wolves what they are for...sir..."

He couldn't believe how slutty it sounded even to his own ears, but Brian did hope that it pleased the tiger. It might even distract him to give his nuts a pause. He was still tugging on them, squeezing on the 'nads and pulling on the sac so that his hard cock was almost resting against the leather surface of the bondage bench.

"Damn right, boy," the tiger growled. There was no luck on him relinquishing his control of the wolf's balls for the moment. Brian almost moaned in frustration. The tiger's hot cock pulsed against his ass crack still, poised for the attack that would surely render him into a complete mess by the time it was over. Part of him wished Druff would just take the plunge there and then and get the good times rolling, but he knew he wasn't that lucky - not with his leather-surfaced pedestal for the session looming right in front of him. The unrelenting grip on his balls war starting to become uncomfortable, though, so the wolf started shuffling slightly to try and get that point across to the tiger.

All it got him however was another hard tug. The wolf hissed and froze, his tail twitching between their bodies. The message in the tiger's randy touch was clear. 'Stay put and take it since you claim you can", it wanted to say.

Fuck.

It certainly would reflect poorly on the wolf's resolve and endurance if he were to back out on the first test of his earlier bravado. He knew that the tiger knew all about the mental tug of war that went on in Brian's mind every time the cat decided to push the boundaries. So far Brian's balls had always emerged victorious in the duel against his brain, usually with a certain tiger's randy assistance.

The wolf clenched his fists and did his best to calm down, prompting another rumble from the tiger behind him as he rumbled once more into the canine's ear, "Hmmrh, that's a good boy..."

He didn't ease his grip, however. Instead he rolled those orbs around his palm, which admittedly felt quite nice. As he was thinking that, another thought entered the wolf's mind.

'Almost like he's trying to condition me into obedience.' He snorted at the thought and flexed in the tiger's embrace some more. 'He can try.'

"Trying to make me into a good boy with some stick and carrot huh?" he decided to voice his suspicion in the form of a challenge. "Pff..."

He knew he was going to regret it, at least figuratively speaking, and he was not wrong. The next tug was much stronger and twisted his balls in the tiger's grip, the skin pulled extra tight. Just as he moaned from the feeling, the tiger used his other paw on Brian's back, between his shoulders, to press him forward over the bench.

"Owh!" the wolf huffed. "Careful there...hrrh...sir..."

Brian hoped that using the honorific would make the tiger relent, which he thankfully did. The tug turned into a simple stroke while cradling the wolf's precious, sensitive 'nads in his palm.

"You think I'm doing mind games now, boy?" Druff questioned.

"Always, with you... sir..." The wolf said through clenched teeth. Druff had not been gentle. The caress did feel pretty damn nice, however. A nice warm muzzle be even better, but somehow the wolf doubted he'd be getting that, looking at the fuckbench meant for him. Almost anything could happen once the tiger had him trussed up.

"It's not a game, boy," the tiger rumbled, "just helping you find that mindspace, as I told you."

The tiger licked the wolf's neck and the side of his muzzle again, purring deeply. Brian felt himself relax a little now that the tiger's actions became more gentle. The nuzzling caress, the arm over his chest and the paw letting his balls take a moment's rest while Druff rubbed on his taint and between his ass cheeks instead. It made his hole clench, knowing that those fingers could reach his anus any moment and remind him of the feeling of being spread open. The bench made him wonder how it would be like, to have his body braced in such a position while he got it in the ass. They'd done it on all fours before, but he was sure that it was going to be something else.

"Oh so that's what you call it.." Brian couldn't help but heckle the tiger, "helping..."

The tiger chuffed and growled, but at least he didn't treat Brian to anything more untoward. Brian had a feeling the cat would get rough with him again sooner or later, but for now he reveled in the more companionable aspect of their fun, despite his own best attempts at making the cat even dirtier.

"Hmumhmm..."

Brian tensed again, hearing the tiger's rumble. He was not able to speak, considering the tiger had his teeth clenched around the collar so that while his nose pressed to Brian's neck, he tugged on the leather to draw the collar tighter over his lupine captive's throat.

It was another one of those dangerously thrilling feelings, having both the tiger's teeth and the leather pulled taut over his throat. It made him growl and it made his fur bristle and it made his cock twitch... all of which Druff could feel for sure.

"Uh..." he breathed.

Brian was sure the tiger was loving every second of it, playing the wolf's body like a fiddle no matter its size, strength or endurance. It was a fascinating and arousing thought for the wolf, one that was always there in the background in a way, and spurned him on to let himself go and see what the tiger would show him next. How he would make his body submit in spite of the mind arguing that he should be the one doing the domming, not the other way around. But this side of the fence was....intriguing, to the amount that he couldn't believe he was starting to feel slight impatience for being strapped down to that bench. He remembered how arousing it had felt on the cross, struggling against the leather binding. It made his muscles work in unusual ways, thrilling sensations all over his body.

"Told you the collar is a good thing, boy," drawled the tiger. He licked around the spot where the treated leather touched skin. His fingers ran slowly into the heat of Brian's crack and reached the hole that he had been avoiding so far. It clenched in greeting, but allowed the padded, leathery digits to run warm circles around the rim of the wolf's sensitive hole.

"'s not bad." The wolf huffed, too distracted by everything that was being done to him to really articulate properly. The pleasurable sensation arising from the simple teasing fingertip felt a lot more intense then the fondling of his nuts had. His cock twitched in arousal from that infernal tingling feeling that always made him bend over for the tiger for more. He could keep his baser impulses in check easily enough for now though, just enjoying the switch from mildly uncomfortable to purely enjoyable. The feline fingers were seemingly content enough with just circling around the nervously clenching hole for now.

Brian felt the urge to grab a hold of his own shaft and idly stroke himself along, but he had a feeling that would just net him more punishment. It was frustrating that the tiger's conditioning was seemingly working, at least in part. Sometimes it was too much fun to be a bad boy, though.

"...would look better on you though, I'm sure, sir..." he said.

He did earn an ear bite for that, and a more firm poke on his butthole. It almost breached him and slipped in, but the tiger held himself back and did not simply penetrate the wolf's now vulnerable hole. Druff's other paw tortured a stiff nipple instead.

"Well you have seen me wear one for fun, boy," Druff stated, "but you're wearing it for business now, wuff."

"I didn't know there's a difference," Brian mused. He could feel his pec flex under the tiger's fondling. That felt good too.

"Then you obviously need more lessons still", said the tiger.

"Hmmmh..." The wolf rumbled in a most pleased manner, the massage over his chest feeling quite nice indeed. "Just don't be surprised if I turn out to be a tough nut to crack... sir... ahhh yeah..."

Whether that last exclamation was prompted by the chest groping or poking around his hole, the wolf himself couldn't say either. He only knew he was feeling real good all over, from the tiger's teasing touch, the embrace, hell, probably even from the collar. He wasn't sure if that was the headspace Druff had been talking about, but he was feeling alright. He was curious to see what kind of tricks the tiger had waiting for him still. It surprised him to think that everything that had passed so far had just been preamble to whatever came next.

"I'll see about that," Druff stated. "The more boisterous they are, the harder they fall..."

"Hhmmm..." Brian pressed his ass against the paw groping his rump, "harder, sir..."

The teasing tone got him an ass slap, but at least no further negative -or perceivably such - repercussions for the moment. The tiger removing his paws from his person probably counted as one, at least from Brian's point of view.

"Saddle up then," the tiger ordered.

Brian looked at the fuckbench with renewed nerves. He'd been tied down before but this was going to be a much more submissive position. His ass would be raised and his dick and balls were going to dangle between his spread legs. He was going to be like a buffet for the tiger's eyes and paws to feast on. Some other body parts were surely going to be involved too.

"You better not leave me high and dry with this, pops...if this turns out into orgasm denial, I'm gonna use the safe word or something," the wolf declared. He did, however, make the necessary turn so that he was facing the rear end of the bench. Brian put his paws onto the top for balance as he straddle the leg rests and put his weight on them. Leaning over the thing went weird, especially once he had his arms on their own resting platforms. The edge of the top of the bench was positioned so that his spine curved and his ass was naturally pushed back and upwards. The feel of his spine popping made his tail twitch. His asshole was basically pointing at the tiger's face like this. He might've as well had a bullseye painted on his rump. At least the leather felt nice, with his weight resting on it. A bit cool at first, but it warmed up very quickly once he was down.

"Hmm..." Brian adjusted himself on the bench, "feels like someone's cranked up the measurements just to mine...uh huh..."

"You just stay put," came the Druff's reply.

Brian swung his tail from side to side and made an exaggerated sigh of relaxation once he dared to press his face through the round headrest. It was a familiar sensation, he'd had sports massages but of course this set-up was for a wholly different purpose.

"Do I have a choice...sir?" he snuffled.

Brian heard the tiger move about again.

"You did mention the safe word earlier," Druff said.

Brian flicked his ears. They tapped against the leather ring.

"I don't think we agreed on one though.." he complained.

He felt the restraints around his waist and back first. They were somewhat elastic, tightly fitting broad bands that went over him and were secured on one side. The tiger pulled them quite tight, without making it difficult for him to breathe. He asked as much, too, which Brian appreciated, as he always did. This was a different kind of bondage to the first type he had experienced with. He was glad that the tiger had the decency and patience to not throw him at the deep end...at least not without a life preserver.

Brian didn't feel like joking or teasing while the tiger worked. He'd sounded serious making his earlier questions, and hence didn't want to interrupt him. This was going to affect his comfort and the eventual success of the rest of their bondage fun session. It might be bad for the mood if they had to call it quits because he was starting to get a cramp.

But on the tiger went. Twin straps tied down both of his arms and his legs onto the separate platforms, which meant that he ended up feeling like he was both on all fours and on his belly. His cock throbbed very hard against the top part of the bench. It wasn't uncomfortably squished since the knee rests were high enough that his pelvis didn't rest with all his weight on the top. That probably meant that it was going to be bumping hard onto the padding once the tiger got going.

Brian kinda liked that thought, however. It made his cock twitch. He wondered if he was going to leak a whole puddle of his precum onto the leather padding.

"There we go," said the tiger. He'd just finished tugging on the last one, around Brian's left ankle. He was done.

Brian flexed his body against the new bindings to check them out. Barely any give. He definitely wasn't going anywhere. There wasn't much freedom to squirm around either, which was new. The cross had offered a lot more freedom since his torso or his hips had not received the same treatment. This snugness, combined with the sheer feeling of being tied down in such a compromised position sinking in, really made his ears warm up. He truly was exposed for full access for the tiger to use as he pleased.

Knowing him, that would be a lot.

"Hmmmrh... comfy., the wolf said, fighting down his still edgy nerves by covering up with easy nonchalance. His pride was hurt more than anything, given just how supremely slutty this position was. And he'd practically asked the tiger to do it, too, earlier, when things started to get horny.

"Good view from here, boy," the tiger chuffed.

Brian flicked his ears.

"You better not be taking pictures back there, sir." the wolf shot back. He could move his head and lift it, but not enough with the strap over his shoulders to properly look at the big, bad cat.

"Oh what I'm seeing is much better than pictures, wolf boy," the tiger rumbled. "You just stay put."

"I don't think I have much choice there," Brian grumbled. The indignance was only partially in jest. He was still getting used to the knowledge.

"Just relax," the tiger spoke from behind him.

He was moving again. Brian really wanted to crane his head more and spy on the tiger's activities, just to get an idea on what he planned to do next. For now all he could do was to rest and try not to think about his balls that were rapidly turning blue from the prolonged arousal.

Shuffling and clinking, that's what he heard first. It made him even more piqued, and slightly antsy about what Druff might have in store. He was obviously going through some of his secret toys, stored all around the room he called a dungeon, and for a reason.

"...I hope that's not some of those sounds you keep scaring me with, pops...sir..." he said, mostly to ease up his own feelings.

"Don't think I would have tied down like that if I wanted to try those on you, wolf," came an all too cheerful reply.

Brian just swallowed.

"Oh ha ha," he grunted.

The tiger was coming back. He moved slowly, and soon Brian thought he could see the shadow of his legs, even while looking down to the floor through the ring-shaped head rest. He raised his head and turned it to the right, to find the tiger standing there. A half-hard tiger cock was the most prominent feature, besides the length of leather in his paws.

It was obviously a leash.

"Since you insisted, boy," the tiger said when he saw Brian's expression change, his eyes concentrating on the coiled leather with a clip dangling from its end.

"Is that what I think it is?" the wolf said with some incredulity.

"Hard to really mistake it, given all the... context," Druff said, still entirely cheerful.

Brian huffed and wanted to give the tiger a look.

"I thought we agreed to no puppy play, pops" he said.

"Oh don't you worry, boy. Just think of it as... disciplinary aid."

The wolf couldn't look up at the tiger to check, but he was pretty sure there was a wide smirk plastered over that striped muzzle. His tail gave a few apprehensive swishes. On one hand he was very conflicted about further acts of submission, but on the other, his horny, pent up self was just telling him to get on with it. He was already tied down ass up on a fuckbench, how bad could a simple leash be on the bigger picture of things?

"My ass is gonna regret this, I can already feel it," Brian grumbled, "Okay...sir...do your thing."

He made sure to roll his eyes before he turned his head again and stared at the floor instead. His neck prickled when he felt the brush of fingers there, a moment before a slight tug and a metallic click told him that the fearsome leash had been put in place. He heard the leather creak a little, but not much, while Druff adjusted it.

"Look here again," Druff ordered. "Turn your head to me like before."

Brian felt a slight pull on the leash while the tiger spoke. It created a twinge in his chest, from the shock of how it felt, really, more than anything else. It wasn't like the tiger had pulled hard enough to choke him or anything. He was just acutely aware of how it all felt.

His tail twitched against his own buttocks, during the moment it took him to process the knowledge of what he was doing, and to turn his head again so that he was facing the tiger's loins again.

The wolf saw the tiger's paws now, one holding the leash he had wrapped lightly around his right paw, the other wrapped around Druff's cock. Brian noted that the tiger had lost some of his hardness and did not appear to be at full mast for the moment. The tiger squeezing on the base did the rest of his length throb and rise up again, followed by a grumble from the big cat. His tail swished behind him, and he rumbled further on, sensually, almost purring as he stepped a little closer while Brian stared intently. The musk grew more intense with the proximity, which was only natural. Brian could see a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip of that barbed shaft.

Another tug on the leash.

"Open up, boy," the tiger grunted. "You better make this properly hard again before we play more."

It was another outrageous show of dominance for the tiger, but the wolf didn't care. Finally he was getting some real action, and something to focus on besides the nature of the position he had brought himself into. That thick cock did look pretty tasty, too and would be wonderful in his mouth.

Not quite yet, though.

With a grunt, the wolf just kept staring at the half hard cock so close in front of his muzzle that the air around his nose was rich with heady musk. The Druff took to the obvious challenge with a threatening growl and another tug on the leash, while at the same time touching the tip of his cock to the disobedient wolf's lips. The barbs were already tickling them with it obscenely.

"Do not make me repeat myself, boy." The sheer eroticism of their situation was getting a little to the tiger as well, a slimy drop of pre trickling out to smear over Brian's lips. The wolf took that as his cue to comply and opened up, guilty of excitement of getting a taste too.

Druff wasted no time and pushed his hips forward, the head a little bit of his shaft entering into the wolf's muzzle as soon as there was enough room to push through. The big cat rumbled, both pleased at the feeling of a warm maw around his shaft, and the way the wolf's tongue met his tip as soon as it entered and lapped up that bead of salty pre. It was as if he'd been saving it for the wolf to devour, and now the wolf did get his taste.

"That's a good boy,."

Brian did feel like a good boy, for the moment, especially once the paw holding the leash came down and tousled his head furs. It did feel slightly embarrassing, but also good. He did feel proud that he had still resisted, taken another stern measure before he had finally given up to the tiger. Getting him riled up was fun, even if that did make for a sore butt sometimes.

"Keep sucking," the tiger commanded again. He pushed another inch into the wolf's sideways maw, his paw still over the wolf's head, holding him steady. "Your turn to do the work. Make it hard and wet."

The image of what the scene must've looked like to a possible outside observer was burning in the wolf's mind as he suckled and lapped away with his tongue. The wolf laying there, with his head being held in place and used as something warm and wet for the tiger's pleasure and ordered to service... it made his ears flush and cock hard as steel. He knew he wasn't actually being made to do any of it, but being bound and "helpless" like this made it easier to reconcile all this willing submission with himself and just mute it all down in favor of good, hard kinky fun.

"Hmmrm..."

The wolf's broad tongue slurped all over what was in his maw, greedy for the taste of cock after a long time, and making sure to keep up the steady sucking. He knew from personal experience that it was just the best, a continuous suckling that was then enhanced with licks and slurps, variations in the basic act of pleasuring someone orally. Brian didn't mind that he was doing most of the work for now. It gave him a sense of control, in a way. He set the pace, he made the tiger's toes curl, not the other way around. He did know that it could change any moment, the tiger deciding to take the reins. Having his muzzle roughly humped was a different game, intense and had very little to do about his own control, more letting go so that he could be used for the tiger's pleasure.

Perhaps it would happen tonight as well. The tiger was obviously in a very dominant mood and would take it out on the wolf he had strapped in for fun now. Brian knew that they were pushing limits tonight, and he would have to hold on for his dear life to make it.

"Keep going, boy," the tiger crooned. His paw rested lightly on top of Brian's head and his eyes looked at the wet, red inch or two that kept appearing and disappearing between the wolf's open lips. Brian's own cock twitched, imagining what it must've been like. He'd been there and done that, enjoying the show that ensued, of glistening meat that seesawed back and forth in a muzzle. It must've been incredibly arousing for the tiger. He kept purring victoriously, letting Brian do his thing for now, show his Sir a good time.

'I'm gonna need therapy or something after this!' Brian thought wryly. That didn't stop him from sucking juicy dick. He was even starting to get used to the strange position, with its lopsided view at the proceedings. It had its own effect, not being able to look at the tiger properly, only being able to see his groin and a little ways up and down, as if it was all he needed to see to fulfil his purpose. Currently, might as well have been.

The wolf's ears still burned as he closed his eyes and focused on his slobbery task. He was a grown man with a respectable amount of experience under his belt, but the tiger had a mysterious way of making him feel uncharacteristically bashful when he wanted to. The wolf was pretty sure the tiger got off on its contrast with the canine's physical size. He would have felt the same, should their positions be reversed, Brian thought.

"Hrrrmh..." Brian could hear the tiger rumbling again from above, most likely very pleased with himself, and felt another paw splay itself over the upturned side of his neck. Thus, the big cat picked up the pace. It felt odd to have the leash running across his head, rubbing on his skin. It was barely a distraction from the tiger's cock thrusting away. He was slowly taking over the task of providing motion, which meant that Brian mostly just played with the shaft with his tongue while Druff kept it sliding back and forth.

Till suddenly he wasn't, and instead of that the cock slipped out before slapping on his face, and a pair of large, musky tiger balls took their place.

"Lick, boy," the tiger huffed. "Polish those nuts."

The wolf's face scrunched from the sudden extremely dominant gesture, and the feel of his own saliva matting down his face. He couldn't help the growl that rose from his chest, but he still complied. He was now in no position to challenge the tiger, even less so to risk provoking the big cat, given the vulnerable state of his ass.

"Make 'em shine..." the tiger snarled.

Grudgingly, the college wolf slid his tongue out of his muzzle and swiped it along the underside of the tiger's nuts, in a way he knew from experience would make him weak in the knees. The barely visible shudder in the tiger's legs was taken as a small victory as the wolf kept working with his tongue and drinking in the heady musk straight from the source. It made the wolf wonder if it really was possible to get truly light headed from such a thing. Bottoms sometimes behaved like that in the porn he had watched, not to mention a bit of experience on the top in the past. He knew that the tiger's most intimate scent turned him on and sometimes made him wag his ass and raise his tail to attract attention, but that was about as far as it would go.

"Keep going, wolf-boy. Gonna be smacking your own soon..."

Brian's asshole clenched at the idea of being spread open and being pounded with such energy that it would cause such a thing to happen. The tiger really know to get it out of him, even when he was using words only. Having a faceful of nuts and a cock oozing pre-cum onto his head furs might've had to something to do with it too.

"Hmmhhm..." Brian hissed. That made the air he breathed out become cool, and the sensation different for the tiger getting his nuts bathed by the wolf's tongue. It made the dominant tiger huff and snort.

Sex noises, the wolf thought. Could do with more of those.

The wolf inched his head forward as far as it would go, straining against the bindings which was a weirdly erotic feeling unto its own, and slurped one of those plump nuts into his muzzle, suckling hard and swiping with his tongue all over it like was suckling on a cough drop. He made sure the tiger would feel some of that blurry mix between discomfort and pleasure as well... a little payback for the earlier rough tugging on his own precious jewels.

"Ah..."

The wolf's tongue danced tirelessly around the nut in his maw, covering it with slobber as he rolled it around in his maw, and the tiger hissed and tightened his grip on the canine's head. The noise the tiger had made earlier was pleasure to Brian's ears as well. He was really getting on the cat. Having his nuts vacuumed did the trip. He would have to remember that for the future, and hope that Druff would not decide to implement it on Brian's own tender 'nads any time soon.

He kept it up until his mouth felt weary and he simply had to spit the tiger's testicle out. The other one drooped against his lips and felt like a good target for having another go once he had rested for a few moments. Meanwhile, he licked on the fleshy sac. He liked the growling sounds that ensued.

"Hmhm...more tongue, boy..." the tiger growled.

Brian almost smiled at that. The tiger sounded truly needy, at the mercy of the wolf's tongue. He felt pride at that.

But suddenly there was a brush of air over his face, and the bondage bench creaked noisily. Druff had thrown some part of him- his leg, the wolf learned - over the wolf's body and put his footpaw next to Brian's arm on the forward rest. He saw the tiger's ass cheeks and the swing of his tail, now rising as he hunched back and pressed something else altogether over to the wolf's maw.

The moment the wolf's muzzle was lodged between the tiger's broad rump, the bench rattled from the force of his arms as he reflexively tried to grab a cheek in each paw. He couldn't say he was unhappy with the situation, since he could really have a go at making the big cat mewl like a kitten now... and roll the dice at maybe getting to shove something besides his tongue up there for once. All in due time, however, thought the wolf as he wasted no time in lashing out with his tongue up the tiger's crack and over his looming hole as firmly as he could. And then another. And another, setting a hot rhythm he knew to make the tiger go mad with lust. All the while the wolf kept rumbling throatily, his subconscious mind not able to help itself thinking the wolf was preparing his bitch for a hard mounting, even if that wasn't the case with this dirty tiger.

"Hmmmright...eat that ass, boy."

Still, he was enjoying himself a lot, and the pleasured sigh from up above was music to Brian's ears. Once the tiger seemed to have relaxed from the steady stream of pleasure coming from his rear, the wolf moved in for the kill and darted his tongue forward, trying to penetrate the unsuspecting pucker. The way it clenched against the tip of his tongue was positively cathartic to the tightly bound canine. He would have to accuse the tiger of being the real butt slut, albeit probably when in slightly more secure quarters. Yes, the tiger was forcing his ass down on his face to get more of that raunchy tongue action on his asshole, but right now the wolf was sure that the cat was too deep in his dominant mindspace and would turn to punishments if the wolf gave him such lip.

Hence he just gave the tiger some of that requested tongue, swiping and rolling his tongue at the tiger's secretive hole as he once again hoped that he could have his paws at it, spreading those ass cheeks further so that he could truly eat him out, as per his orders. Brian hadn't really been much for doing it in the past, but the tiger's unabashed enjoyment of the rude act certainly made him more eager.

"Yes, boy, kiss that hole..." the tiger drawled.

Brian wasn't sure what more he could do in his restrained state. He tilted his head upwards slightly for a better angle and started to really fuck into the tiger's hole with his tongue. The very idea was beyond arousing for the high-strung wolf, let alone the feeling of getting the big cat's body to shudder with pleasure as he did. If that required as raunchy act as sticking his tongue up the tiger's butt, he was ready to go the extra mile.

The tiger purred.

The wolf was also really getting into it, keeping the aggressive tongueing up without pause. It was extremely frustrating not being able to slap and grope those broad rump cheeks as he was making a slobbery mess of the hole between them. Maybe the tiger would let him add a finger or two and really get to his secret nut. His tongue would never be able to reach it and make the tiger's insides throb with a need only a big wolf cock could satisfy.

To hell with it, at least he would try. The horny wolf shoved his tongue in deep, as much as their position and the tiger's hole allowed, and wiggled it around, trying to stimulate Druff's prostate, rumbling like a tank engine.

'Moan for me, you big slut!' his mind screamed.

"Rrrhhhh..." the tiger did growl, huffing and pushing his ass backwards even further, the position spreading his taint flat so that the wolf had even better access, his muzzle pressed to the cushion of his butt cheeks.

"...kiss daddy's dirty fucking hole!" the tiger bellowed.

Brian's eyes would've surely widened if he didn't have them tightly shut, deep in concentration with the naughty act he performed for his 'Sir'. He felt incredibly horny as he drilled his tongue at the tiger's asshole, hoping to pierce it as much as he could and to drive the tiger wild.

"Fuck!" the tiger grunted again.

'I'll fuck you to the next goddamn dimension if you'll just let me' the wolf's mind screamed to him. He noticed that he was humping the leather bench, having not realized that he did so. He couldn't exactly blame himself, considering what he was made to do. Servicing the tiger made him incredibly horny. He truly hoped that the end result would be worth it, that the tiger would make him see stars in whatever way he chose.

It was the bondage bench that groaned next, with the tiger kicking himself off it. Brian's mouth was stuck in a kind of narrowed O with his tongue sticking out, and he caught only a glimpse of the tiger's ass cheeks springing back together as they assumed their normal position. The Druff was on the move and this maneuver was to turn around and then thrust his very stiff cock into the temporarily unoccupied muzzle.

The wolf's tongue was pushed back by the familiar barbed thickness spearing his muzzle, jaw still slack from the sudden transition. He tasted pre-cum oozing over his tongue the moment that cock rammed home which made the canine smirk around the tiger's pole. It was a testament to just how much Druff got off on his anal treatment.

'Knew it...' thought the wolf.

Sucking cock wasn't quite as exciting as the previous act, but the wolf's horned-up mind it was perfectly fine. He got back to work promptly, suckling and slobbering over the pistoning cock, satisfied with the knowledge of what he was able to do to the big cat in the regrettably short buttmunching session. He didn't even mind too much the constant bumping of the tiger's crotch and balls against his face as he slurped along rather hungrily.

The tiger wasn't holding anything back. His paws grabbed onto the wolf again while he continued to fuck the wolf's mouth. It was almost too much for Brian, every time he bottomed out balls deep, but thankfully the discomfort did not persist for long. Soon he was more than enough distracted by the stroking barbs and the little pricks of claws touching his face and his scalp.

He was panting when the cock slipped out of his maw and the tiger took a hold of himself, to bat and slap the tip against the wolf's lips and nosepad.

"What do you want, boy?" the tiger growled. "Tell your 'Sir' what you want..."

He continued to rub himself on Brian's face like that, waiting for his reply.

"Wanna see how much of a mess I can make of you with something other than my tongue, sir!" It might have not sounded as the wolf would've liked it, being slapped on the face with the tiger's cock as he was, but he felt it was worth it... even though it most likely meant it would make the tiger go to town on his own ass sooner.

The tiger snorted. He slapped his cockhead against the wolf's lips and nose again before withdrawing just enough that the wolf's lips would not reach it. He just kept it hovering there, as if to tempt the wolf to further action.

"Cocky bastard," the tiger snickered breathily.

Brian tried not to go cross-eyed, looking at the dick in front of him. He flicked his ears, feeling it was the most appropriate action to take, besides blowing some teasing air against the barbed shaft floating so close to his face.

"You like it that way, sir..." he rumbled, "there's no breaking me..."

"Oh wouldn't you want me to try," the tiger spoke darkly.

"You wouldn't dare...sir..." the wolf glanced, his eyes moving sideways as much as he could, to the point of feeling pained by it.

The tiger grabbed his muzzle and pressed his fingertips at the corners of his mouth. He squeezed and pushed and Brian opened his maw. It was a powerful gesture, but not one that hurt Brian. He didn't resist it and the tiger didn't push far enough to do so.

"Try me..." said the tiger before unleashing a large glob of spit into the wolf's open mouth.

The wolf was stunned for a few moments before reflexively spitting out the intrusion and coughing to clear his throat. He was sure that some of it ended up on the tiger, too, but he didn't really care about that.

"Jesus! Do you have a camera running somewhere? Because this took a real sudden turn for the porny." Brian wasn't even sure why it was his first impulse to do as he did, considering heäd just tongued the cat's asshole, had the tiger's cock in his mouth, and swallowed his spunk before. Perhaps it was the unbridled possessiveness and domination in the move that aroused the reaction, the fact the tiger was forcing his taste and scent on him like that. The act itself wasn't as objectionable as what it meant. And he wasn't about to take it that easy.

The Druff was still nearby, casually stroking his glistening cock. He did not look particularly displeased by the wolf's reaction, although his ears did flicker curiously upon Brian's remark.

"Would that turn you on?" he mused.

"That's not a reassuring answer." The wolf said, eyes fixed on the tiger idly stroking himself. "Besides, I don't work for free."

"You will be getting all you're due soon enough, boy." The tiger replied in a steely voice. It made the wolf's pucker clench nervously at the implications.

Brian chuffed.

"I didn't know that I am expected to accept payment in kind, either, sir," the wolf continued. He felt confident enough to use a more teasing tone now, considering he suspected the tiger was already wondering if he had overstepped with his latest spitting maneuver and was now hoping to gain the wolf's favor again.

Brian flapped his tail against his butt for good measure and licked his lips. He knew it was pushing it again, but he did want to suggest to the tiger that he might be running out of honey if he was too rough with his favorite plaything.

It did get a chortle from the tiger, which Brian liked. He hoped that any residual awkwardness had gone away. That had no space in the bedroom, or the playroom, for that matter, Brian knew enough.

"You know that your payment is big and hard, boy," the tiger smirked.

Brian eyed the tiger's endowment, sideways as he had to, and snuffled.

"It wasn't particularly much of either some time ago...sir..." he grinned.

The tiger released himself and made his dick bounce with his muscles. Brian found his eyes following it like a metronome. He almost laughed again at the thought.

"Careful, or I'm going to try your asshole for size with it, boy," the tiger rumbled away.

"Here's hoping it'll stay hard that long...sir," Brian flicked his tail again.

The tiger stomped away and now Brian did wonder if he had truly gone too far and would have to 'suffer' a retaliation. He heard some rustling from behind him before the tiger walked back over. He stopped behind the wolf. That made his tail bounce again.

"Planning to deliver on your earlier threats, sir?" Brian mused.

"I'm going to show you which one of us is going to have trouble keeping it hard, pup," the tiger rumbled.

Brian clenched his fingers against the edges of the paw rests they sat on. There was a threatening air to the tiger's words, even though he was sure that Druff was just putting it on to play with him. He couldn't help but feel nervous and a bit excited, too.

The next thing did puzzle him, though, and stopped the wolf from speaking out the next teasing remark he had been formulating in his sweaty brain. The bondage bench creaked, and he felt a kind of a shaking go through the back of it, about where his hips rested on. A huff from the tiger and an other similar sensation later, the wolf was treated to a very odd sensation when suddenly there was no more warm leather and his own body sandwiching his dick, but only the room air.

"Wowh..." he gasped automatically. His hard dick bounced only a little, but now had more room to stay in, gravity and everything else considered. "What...what are you doing back there, pops...sir?"

"Exactly what I told you before, wuff," the tiger replied from behind him. "We'll see who lasts and who doesn't...and I know who I'm gonna bet on..."

"Hmrmhm..."

Brian's words were again interrupted when he felt hot fingers on his shaft. The tiger was pulling him away from his body and down towards the floor, all the way till he was practically pointing directly down. It almost started to hurt on the base, like it did when he bent himself down too much.

What happened next was entirely unexpected and made him groan and moan out. Something hot, wet, wonderful touched the tip of his dick and then enveloped it, sliding down till it hugged his knot and even beyond, all of it slipping into this delicious heat. And it was warm, very warm and slippery and squeezed on him from all the right places. If it wasn't for the tiger's fingers still on his shaft he might have even imagined that he had finally broken the Druffessor's mind and he was sliding inside his ass.

Alas, no such wondrous luck, but he did have his dick somewhere very nice for the moment.

"Uuuuh fuck..."

The tiger let got of him, and used both of his paws to do something else that resulted in a series of metallic clicks and the pressure around his dick turning and rubbing on him a little, making his shaft flex within its new home.

"As you can see, boy, not all my toys are things that make your dick shrivel up in horror..." the tiger sounded mischievous and indeed horny.

"Fuck..." Brian hissed again. It really felt like he'd just shoved his dick into someone's rear. It had to be a toy, some sort of a masturbation device that the tiger owned and was now using on him. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"You'll be lucky I'm not using the milker...that is a great favorite among my guests," the tiger said.

The wolf's ears flicked curiously at that remark. It was always odd in a way, hearing about the tiger refer to his other partners so nonchalantly. Just how many others found themselves in his position? Did the tiger talk about him to then as well? What the fuck even was a milker?

"The wha-haaaah- hat?" THe big wolf's speech was cut in half by a deft twist of the warmth enveloping his cock that made it surge with pleasurable tickling sensations. He thought his eyes were going to roll back in his skull. The urge to thrust into this new, warm opening was great. He wanted to try if the bindings around his waist would allow for the time-tested back and forth humping motion.

"Tsk tsk...you wanted to see how much you can take, boy...this is your chance," the tiger repeated his threat.

"Ah..." the wolf huffed again. The sleeve around his dick felt great, even when he didn't do any conscious movements. His cock just kept twitching outside his own control, and the toy was so warm and slick, and tight. Especially the way it clung to his knot was outright dangerous. If it was any tighter, it would have been already simulating a proper tie into someone, and that would have been dangerous, outright fatal to his self control.

"What is this then..." Brian panted, "Some sorta endurance test..."

"Consider it just a little reach around...boy..." the tiger grumbled. "And I have another treat for you as well...if you think you are ready for it."

"The definition of treat is loose... especially with you... sir..." The wolf panted lightly. Whatever Druff was using on him felt really good. His hips even started grinding back and forth just barely, in the confines of his bound body, consequences be damned. The tiger was surely just intent on making him hump his new playhole while the tiger obviously decided to tease him more. Brian was sure he could expecting anything by now.

The purr and the steps told him where the tiger was located, and the noise was a sure indicator that the tiger was enjoying the view from the back. That, and the taunting remark at the end brought out a boast from the wolf, despite his better judgement, and earlier attempt at teasing already.

"But I can take whatever you throw at me, sir...I'm not one to call it quits on a whim...sir..." the wolf said. He knew there was challenge in his voice, and repeating the demanded honorific surely made it either sound more boastful, ot more submissive, and he hoped that the tiger couldn't decide what the primary meaning was behind his words - that and the distraction offered by his own gorgeous lupine buns on display, which he would use to his maximum advantage.

"I would expect nothing less from you, woof-woof," the tiger replied with yet another variation of his naughty pet name for the strapped up hunk.

"Bah..." he huffed.

The next thing the wolf felt made his body grow very still. Something incredibly soft, yet flat touched his balls, so very exposed in the little notch between the top of the masturbation sleeve that engulfed his shaft, and his hips resting on the fuckbench. The softness tickled his nuts while something relatively solid underneath lifted his balls up half an inch. It was obviously the tiger's doing. It made his whole body shudder when it gently moved forward and backward, brushing away.

"Aaaahahhhaaaaaaah..." The wolf exhaled and mumbled incoherently, his toes curling and his cock feeling like it could blow from a hair falling onto it. The sensation was unexpected.

"Hmmmrh... now isn't that a lovely reaction, boy..." Druff rumbled, pleased with his newest instrument's effect on his wolf. "Don't go on disappointing me now..."

"Who do you think you're talking to..." The wolf growled out through clenched teeth, trying to keep his voice from breaking too much from the tension rolling through him. He pressed his forehead against the leather ring of the head support and breathed in deep. He didn't know what the tiger was doing but it felt good.

"I know exactly who I'm talking to, boy," the tiger said.

A paw clutched the wolf's tail and yanked it up with unnecessary force. The jerking motion made all sorts of interesting muscles flex, which only made Brian's dick churn inside the sleeve.

"I'm talking to the wolf boy with a hungry asshole..." drawled the tiger. He gave the wolf's nuts a final pat with his mysterious instrument before its flat, if soft edge stroked up into the wolf's ass crack and over onto his exposed hole.

The wonderful velvety stroking sensation almost made the wolf moan out in pleasure as it passed over his most sensitive spots... until he froze up at the realisation of just what tools of that general shape were usually used for, and why he could tell as much. Several examples hung on display on the dungeon walls, bewilderingly varied. In his current state he'd have no choice but to take it either. He'd take it like a man if he didn't want to eat his earlier words and come off as a mere boast.

Right now, the gentle stroking of the soft material over his taint and nervously clenching hole was only toe-curlingly good. Might as well enjoy it while he could, the wolf thought to himself, before the menu turned to something of a more acquired taste.

"Hrhhh... let me up and I'll show you whose is hungrier..." The bound hunk couldn't help but shoot back at the tiger's taunts, desperately hoping he wouldn't stop the teasing caress. His grumbles were probably not enough to draw the tiger's attention away from his obvious sights of enjoyment. Even his clutched tail continued to twitch about in the Druffessor's grip.

No such luck. The paddle - which he knew it to be by now - moved away, and so did the paw holding his tail. Instead it grabbed onto his collar and pulled the leash taut. His ears flicked back the same time he felt the pressure grow around his throat.

"I think you should be making a wholly different request, boy," said the Druff.

Another tug on the leash, enough to make Brian clench his fingers on the pawrests. His heart made a leap in his chest.

"Like what...sir?" he asked in a tight voice that had nothing to do with the collar around his neck. He could breathe and speak just fine, he thought.

He heard a zoom through the air and was sure that he was going to get paddled, but instead of of a slap or a heavy thud, the flat object landed without impact. The tiger began to run it over the curve of Brian's butt while keeping the leash pulled tight.

It made the wolf gasp, outright so. It was an unexpected sensation, the very soft material stroking his skin. He couldn't help but imagine what it might have felt like if the material surrounded his cock and balls.

'Jesus fuck!' went his mind.

"I think we both know what you need, boy," said the tiger.

The paddle ran over Brian's hip and along its side. It still felt very sensual, if dangerous in that most delightfully erotic sense.

Brian knew that his ass was doomed whatever he said or did.

"...wreck me, sir?" he spoke in the most insincere manner possible.

The tiger rumbled, making a pass over the wolf's balls with the soft paddle as a reward of sorts. "That's a start... but we'll see how much better you can do by the time we're through here."

The tiger's tone again sent shivers down the wolf's spine, dread and excitement in same measure. Druff really was turning him into a kinky bastard a bit by bit. Brian wondered if given enough time, excitement would be all he'd be feeling in a situation such as this. He had to stifle another moan as the tiger made another pass up his balls and over his hole, a distraction from these thoughts the wolf was grateful for. He managed a chuckle.

"Still think you can tame this beast..." it was a statement much more than a question. The wolf even flexed as best he could in his bindings. That felt good to the wolf, despite his dire circumstances.

"I think I can see a wolf hole that is practically spelling 'fuck me' in Morse code with its winking when I do this," the tiger started as he nudged the wolf's taint with the tip of the paddle.

Brian almost guffawed in laughter at the outrageous description. It was not inaccurate, however, he knew that he was very horny and that the throbbing of his dick inside the masturbation sleeve did transmit down to the usually hidden hole as well. It felt a bit awkward to have the tiger observe it in such detail, but he had to admit that the way the tiger spoke was also a big turn-on.

"...I don't think I can come up with anything dirty or smart to say to that," the wolf muttered.

"Then we will just have to get it out of you," said the tiger.

This time, when the paddle rose and fell, the wolf did feel it alright. He had been struck over his poor rear by the tiger plenty before, but this felt different. The oddly soft material over the paddle's surface merely made him huff as it struck him, the sharp stinging felt in the usual manner, following a smack on the ass strangely muted. The way the tiger ran the soft paddle over his buttocks after he struck them coaxed a pleasured exhale from the wolf.

He just got spanked, and it felt entirely pleasant. He didn't regret it.

"Yes, boy?" The tiger spoke sternly, raising the paddle back up into the air.

The tiger saw no mercy. He smacked the wolf's ass repeatedly. Brian's tail jumped upwards from the rough paddling and continued to twitch back and forth while the tiger dished out his so-called punishment. Every smarting spot touched by the paddle was left glowing afterwards, while Druff moved to his next target. The wolf was not entirely still but kept squirming a little. It was impossible to keep his hips from moving when every single movement made his dick churn inside the joyful warmth of the mystery sleeve. He might have to ask the tiger where to buy one for dark, lonely nights that did not include sex dungeons.

"Hrmhm...no idea what you're talking about..." Brian muttered.

A blow right across both of his buttocks almost forced his breath out of his lungs. It was a quick, stern blow that smart ever so pleasurably.

"Let's see what happens when your ass is tender and I keep doing this," Druff said.

"You'll have a sore arm, sir" The wolf chirped confidently, so emboldened by the lack of painful sensations from the paddle that he spoke the honorific out in a voice without jest. He might've even taunted the tiger with a wiggle of his broadly muscled rump if he wasn't bound so effectively. He could only huff.

So far, this wasn't nearly as bad as he thought. The fact that he was bound and naked on a fuckbench with his ass up for easy access, and another man was spanking said ass with a paddle didn't seem to matter to his horned-up mind.

The tiger growled down at his captive and delivered a particularly strong blow, one the wolf did feel more acutely. He grunted between teeth he clenched together, not with maximum force, but a continuation of the tension that rolled through his body.

"We'll see what'll end up being sore, boy," hissed the cat.

Another smack just as hard as the previous one struck the other cheek. The wolf hissed from that delightful stinging pleasure. Druff seemed to be getting riled up himself, judging by his voice and his manner. The smell that lingered in the air was an even bigger a clue. He must've been dribbling onto the floor, whether his cock was at full mast or not.

"Hmmmhh.." huffed Brian and adjusted his hips, knowing it would bring a wave of pleasure from his dick that could overshadow any lingering discomfort from the paddling on his rump. Sweat matted his fur on various parts of his body and made him feel dirtier than before. It was not a bad scent that it added into the room, just a funk that had surely permeated the tiger's play dungeon many times in the past.

"...try it if you like, sir," the wolf rumbled. His tawny rump received another smack for it, but he could bear it. If he relaxed, the force of the swat pushed his dick into the delightful warmth of the fuck toy.

Smack!

Then it was just his paw again, but it was pressing the wolf's balls against the rim of the opening on the bench that accommodated the sleeve and its container. It was not painful, but he understood how it could easily be, with just a little more force.

Swat!

His tail jumped again.

"Maybe the next one will land here, wolfboy," the tiger nudged the wolf's tight nuts with his palm, "you'd probably pass out..."

"You would too, if somebody paddled your balls... sir..." the wolf grumbled, shuffling nervously. No matter how soft that paddle felt on his skin, taking a proper hit to the balls was one thing he wouldn't want to happen.

"I am not the one who's been boasting about fortitude this whole time" the tiger replied rather sternly while caressing the lupine jewels first with his fingers, then with the velvety paddle in the most ominous of manner. The wolf huffed nervously and tried to wiggle his exposed butt at the tiger in hopes of diverting attention. When the straps made it clear that he couldn't really do it, he resorted to just wagging his tail.

"I'm sure there's other places you fancy more, sir." The wolf said, well aware of how slutty he sounded, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make for the wellbeing of his most precious 'nads. He was fairly sure the tiger wasn't going to destroy his balls out of the blue, but he did suspect that he could still end up uncomfortably sore.

"Hrmmmh... since you seem to bebegging for it, boy..." Druff raised the paddle up before swatting one springy ass cheek hard once more. The wolf hissed again in mixed discomfort and pleasure. The tiger even removed his paw from his nuts and went for the leash instead The tiger had dropped it across his back and hip for the moment, but took it back into his grip and pulled.

"...or so you say at least..." Brian rumbled. The tug, although not terribly strong, made him raise his head so that his muzzle pointed upwards to the ceiling instead of gazing at the dark floor through the face rest. It looked like he was howling at the moon, albeit for a particular reason with the tiger tanning his ass.

More smacks were followed by rubbing by that incredibly soft material covering the paddle. It prickled and almos tickled, feeling very odd especially combined with the way his cock throbbed ever so happily inside the lubricated sleeve. The new position, with his back arching, had caused a bit of back and forth motion when he adjusted to it. It felt almost too good compared to the corporal punishment.

"Perhaps the punishment will have to last much longer for it to have its proper effect," the tiger said.

"As long as you don't get tired, sir." The wolf smirked, resisting the chokehold of the leash just enough for it not to hurt. He was surprised at how quickly he grew accustomed to the leather collar around his neck, having completely forgotten it was there until the tiger pulled on his leash again. He found himself idly wishing he could look at himself in a mirror again. Maybe afterwards, if he still felt like it. Brian had a hunch that he might not be in the mood anymore once he had gotten off.

A swat across his ass broke his train of thought, this time dangerously close to his nuts. Brian thought they tried to draw higher up towards his body in reaction to the latest paddling.

"Oh, I can go all night with this, boy. Your ass is practically made for this." Another smack followed, along with more soft caresses, and the wolf couldn't keep the wispy moan in this time. Even the light touch would've been great, and normally preferable as well. In his greatly horned up state, the harder approach was good as well.

"Ahhmm..hmm..." the wolf vocalized at the feel of the mysterious material stroking on his tenderized flesh so pleasantly, "...so dirty of you, sir..."

The tiger chortled.

"You haven't seen dirty yet, boy," he sounded genuinely amused. He continued to rub the wolfrump in question, "and neither has your ass. I'm gonna make sure your ass will be feeling who you've been playing with...in...and out..."

Suddenly the feel of the paddle was gone, and something much firmer was in use, pushing between Brian's ass cheeks and going for his hole. It was very warm, and the wolf realized easily enough what it had to be. The tiger rubbed his asshole with the handle of the paddle, like it was a dildo.

Brian knew he was going to get impaled sooner or later, but he assumed it would be something barbed and fleshy. The handle was just circling around his hole for now, teasingly, threateningly. The wolf clenched up out of reflex. That made the pressure seem even more firm on his hole.

"Just like that, sir?" despite his best efforts to stay level, there was a nervous tingle to his voice. He'd never dared to play with makeshift toys, or much of any toys to begin with, and the tiger definitely knew all about those in comparison.

"What's the matter boy, getting cold feet?" Druff taunted, applying minor pressure every time he passed over the center of the winking pucker with the handle. The desire to just shove it in and make the wolf grunt and groan ooze onto the floor was definitely there, the wolf could hear it in the rough breathing and the deep scent in the room. "Here I thought you were always ready for anything...the big stud..."

Brian felt acutely heckled, although it did not reduce his carefully teased arousal, ass-threatened or not.

"Aren't you the one always lecturing me about the need for proper preparedness, sir?" the wolf hissed.

The next poke was very hard and for half a second Brian thought that the paddle handle was going to actually slip into his asshole. The tiger wasn't quite that terrible, though, and reduced it to a more teasing rub on the wolf's taint. That of course made his cock jerk , fleeting the root of his dick stimulated like that.

"Just means you'll have to convince me whether the ass to mouth will be needed or not, boy," the tiger grunted.

"Hmmmph... planning on making me suck on that paddle handle?" the wolf huffed, relieved that the tiger wasn't about to shove it into him just like that. Some mercy still remained in the horny cat, and even if that meant a spit-lubed paddle handle....he might survive it.

"A handle." The tiger commented, still circling that oh so tight looking pucker. If only the wolf could see his face. He'd probably thought the tiger had struck gold.

"Har har." The wolf grumbled, and then promptly hissed when he felt the handle of the paddle pressing at his gates firmly in response to his latest quip. Thankfully it wasn't hard enough to force it in, yet the teasing was there again, as well as a tug on his leash from the paw that still held it taut. Brian could barely even admit to himself that the kind of teasing the tiger was inflicting on him at the moment was incredibly arousing, the horny back and forth that was definitely skirting his limits, bending them a little, but the tiger being the talented bastard he was, not pushing him to the breaking point. He could still enjoy it, even if parts of him thought that he was going to regret it.

"Mind the lip, boy. " The tiger growled aggressively, "you're not making a very convincing case so far on why I shouldn't drill this thing wide open and then make you clean the tool with that sweet slutty tongue of yours."

Brian's imagination - and the clenching of his asshole - went wild at the tiger's lurid description. He wasn't even sure why it sounded so sexy. It was probably because of the utterly filthy way the Druff described it, combined with his own terribly horny state.

The wolf chose respectful silence, simply folding his ears back as a sign of compliance. The soft caress that returned once again confirmed it as a good choice.

'Win some, lose some.' He thought to himself, opting to just take the oddly comfortable spanking. Thankfully, Druff stayed away from his exposed balls, only going to town on those muscled twin globes of wolf ass. It didn't take long for Brian to start leaking into the sleeve, an inevitable result of the intertwined pleasure and faint stinging streaming continuously from his rear. The tiger really didn't seem to be in the danger of tiring out.

'Probably just a normal Tuesday night for the guy.' The wolf thought with a huff as the tiger teased his hole again with the tip of the handle, between the swats on his rump.

"Now that's a good boy..." The big cat rumbled from behind, voice still dripping with arousal.

Brian's vocalizations were down to hisses and huffs. He tried to keep his breathing steady and not to moan out when the stinging so expertly was turned into pleasure at the tiger's paws. It confused him a little, still, how he should enjoy such a thing, the spanking, let alone the bondage. But he did know that he was very aroused, and the tiger obviously liked it too.

"...good boys deserve treats, don't they, sir?" he spoke out between deep breaths, muzzle pointing at the floor still. "Not spankings...!"

Swat!

Another one landed across his buttocks and made them glow, hotly. He was surprised by how loud the noise was without the smack being terribly painful. It did smart, but he was used to that by now.

"Why do you think this isn't the treat, boy?" the tiger suggested.

"Because I'm tied to a fuckbench and getting spanked. Sir." The wolf shot back, quickly adding the moniker so as to not get into trouble.

He felt the tiger shuffling closer as he grabbed one firm ass cheek while leaning over the wolf, just about reaching to the canine's ear with his muzzle. The leash was still in his other paw, pulled tight.

"And you're loving it." The Druff husked into the bound wolf's ear and squeezed that rumpcheek hard for good measure. The shiver he felt run through Brian's body was supremely arousing for the big cat. The wolf just huffed from the added weight and tried not to vocalise too much, lest he give away just how much he was indeed enjoying himself.

The tiger bit onto the wolf's ear and pulled the leash especially taut. Now Brian felt it truly digging into his throat, pressing on his Adam's apple. The tiger's tongue slid down wetly along the side of his face and his neck, his whole body intent on dominating him while he groped on the wolf's ass.

"Awhh..." the wolf grumbled. He felt slightly breathless, but knew it wasn't from having his windpipe blocked by the collar. The tiger wasn't being that rough.

Rough fingers continued to pull on his ass cheek, exposing him again. The warmth of the tiger's body was replaced by just air, for a moment that was followed by the feel of both of Druff's paws covering his ass cheeks.

Spreading them.

His tongue dove into the wolf's ass crack, hot, wet and slithering.

"Sshhaaaaaah!" Try as he might, it was impossible to keep quiet when an expert tongue went to town on you, and the tiger really wasn't holding anything back. The broad tongue pressed firm to the wolf's flesh and made demanding swipes along the wolf's valley and over his hole, with the occasional light nip of teeth over a buttock. The wolf moaned as his toes curled and fists clenched, hole twitching with pleasure as much as his rock hard manhood was. He was surely squirting his pre-cum into the toy, rather than just oozing it out.

"Haaaah..." The wolf kept panting with his tongue hanging out his muzzle in bliss and dripping saliva to the floor. "Damn, that's the good stuff sir.... hmmmrh..."

The tiger just rumbled and slobbered greedily all over that spasming hole. But unlike when he made the wolf eat him out earlier, the tiger was perfectly free to grope and slap all the ass he wanted, and his paws were as busy as his tongue was with smacking those pert muscular globes, stretching them apart and kneading on their curves like dough.

The tongue, probing and tickling at his hole, was enough to make the wolf bark. Brian's body shuffled into all directions, back and forth, side by side. He was making his whole body rub against the leather bench and the bindings, the tiger's face and his paws, driving his cock into the heat of the rubbery sleeve. A warm glow covered his skin. Brian wondered if this was the headspace the tiger had spoken of before, when convincing him that their naughty games were done just to enhance the pleasure he experienced.

He could have believed the tiger now. His entire body felt like a sexual organ, giving wonderful sparks of joy anywhere he was touched, indirectly, even. He imagined the tiger's tongue as much as he felt it, driving against his asshole again and again. Maybe it would've only been sweeter if the tiger's ass was on his own face and he was doing the same to him. Could that be done? Was it done? The wolf was sure he had seen it in porn once or twice.

His hips rocked, as much as they could with the tight straps on him. Invisible bumps and rings stroked along his shaft even if he was humping into the toy only by a fraction of an inch on each movement. The wolf bit down his lip.

"Aaahhh..." he moaned unabashedly, "eat that motherfucking ass, sir..."

Claws raked through the fur of his hips, glowing with the aftereffects of the rough spanking. It made even the lightest touch feel more intense, almost intolerable. Was that why someone got spanked for fun? Not the initial pain of the smacks, but how you felt afterwards, how your body turned everything into bliss?

Whatever the deeper reasons might be, the wolf's thought process was interrupted once the tiger spread his butt cheeks wide and wiggled that warm, slippery tongue right at the center of his entrance. With his current lust-addled state, there wasn't any resistance to speak of, and the wolf was sure he briefly saw the proverbial stars at the first plunge. His groans caught in his throat with the tiger not resting for a moment, wriggling that tongue around expertly in the spasming tunnel, making the wolf's claws rake against the padded leather under his paws.

Too soon did the tiger draw his tongue back and returned to working on the rim of the hole and kneading the twin globes of muscle. The tiger was teasing him, torturing him still but in a way where he on the edge of begging for more.

'Get the fuck back in there you striped fucker!" The wolf wanted to yell out his thoughts in a rather more commanding manner, but didn't want to invite the tiger's ire. The damn strap around his hips meant that he couldn't even properly push his ass back towards the tiger's face. If only he was sitting on it, dominating the tiger completely with his rear while making the tiger lick, suck and tongue his hole till his muzzle gave out in exhaustion.

The sudden surge of dominant spirit flashed through him and mixed with the more mellow submissive urge. His body tensed, suggesting that he should've been doing a lot more than just lying there while having his ass played with. At the very least he should've been FORCING his asshole at the tiger somehow, or have his own muzzle turn the tiger into a wreck. Brian couldn't decide what was the sweeter fantasy, which role to take in a tangle of bodies and tongues and asses.

Thick, muscled man ass, made for other things, repurposed for lust. Big, round muscled halves that one could spread to see the hole that almost always looked too small to be fucked. Spread open till the owner couldn't take more, filled until he would feel like he was actually falling...

Fuck!

He wasn't just figuratively falling, he was actually cumming. His cock jerked and spewed hot cum into the sleeve wrapped around his tool. The wolf's asshole twitched and pulsed rhythmically with the muscles that drove the mechanism of breeding, deeper inside Brian's body. Through his orgasmic spasm, the tiger simply kept on doing what he was, fucking his tongue back and forth through the madly clenching tunnel and groping that ass hard, like he entirely expected the wolf to blow at that moment. And maybe he did. Either way, the big cat was purring like a truck engine, sending those vibrations against the wolf's hole which only added to the mountain of stimuli that threw the young hunk over the edge, body tense with the ultimate pleasure of release, growling incomprehensibly through gritted teeth.

"Ahh..."

It was probably one of the most compromising climaxes he'd ever had, considering the circumstances. The tiger had made him blow while in bondage, paddled and surrounded by sex toys. All of it had come together to make him simply lose control and shoot his load. Brian thought he could feel his own cum, surrounding his cock inside the sleeve. It made the toy feel all different again. Part of it was probably the fact his flesh had grown hypersensitive in a post-orgasmic state.

The way the tiger smacked his lips when he pulled his muzzle back was almost more rude than anything he could have said at such a moment. He was obviously savoring everything, the whole input of his senses that had provided him with the feast of witnessing the wolf's orgasm.

"Told you it isn't that difficult, boy," said the Druff.

"Who're you... calling... easy.. pops.. sir... whatever..." the wolf was panting heavily, the intense orgasm taking its momentary toll. He didn't worry much about breaking the name game they had going on. He was laying completely slack on the fuckbench for the moment, floating in post-orgasmic bliss. Even the still quite rough grip on his glutes didn't feel uncomfortable at all. It all felt just right - about as right as being tied down on a bench could, anyways.

The tiger was laughing again. His paws rubbed on Brian's butt, a gesture that the wolf thought spoke of fondness rather than lust for the moment. Even that did feel erotic, the wolf just couldn't help it. He might have mellowed out temporarily but the desire was still there, sated only for the moment.

"We haven't even really started," was what the tiger said.

Brian felt all too mellow and tired to do much in the way of reaction to the cat's words, but he did feel further action. The leash was briefly pulled taut before what he presumed was the wrist loop part slapped on his butt. This was followed by the tiger's paws spreading his ass cheeks again, and then he felt the familiar sensation of Druff's dick pushing its way into his crack. A couple of humps established his territory via the hotdogging of the bound college wolf.

Brian let out a groan, half-seriously.

"Can't a guy have some rest..pfff..." the wolf muttered. His ass still felt unusually sensitive, due to his earlier orgasm, and he felt the heat of that tiger cock very acutely on his crack.

"Not when tigers are involved, boy," said the tiger. His paws clasped harder on Brian's hips, and this time he was pushing the wolf's ass cheeks further together. It was like he was making a more tight groove for him to thrust into, balls nudging at Brian's taint while he did grind himself as closely to the hunk's body as he could.

'At least he's not just shoving it in.' The wolf thought to himself while taking the opportunity to catch his breath while the tiger used his beefy cheeks for some hot and heavy hotdog action. This kind of play was another thing he never would have thought he could find enjoyable before meeting the lewd professor, but here he was, clenching his glutes in time to the tiger's grinding and enjoying the deliciously dirty feeling of friction through his crack.

The tiger certainly seemed to appreciate, paws gripping harder and hips pressing so firmly to that wonderfully firm yet just pliant enough fuck-cushion of an ass. He could barely wait to watch it bounce back to its natural rounded shape while his own hips slammed against it over and over again in breeding. It was a close second to the obscene sight of his barbed shaft plunging in and out of the sleeve-tight hole in between. Maybe he could even see the muscled ring hug on the slimy cock and pull outwards with the stroke before dimpling back inwards.

All in good fun.

"There we go, boy. Show some of that stamina you keep boasting about," Druff teased and swatted both of those cheeks heartily. But only each in turn. He didn't want remove both of his paws from the said ass at the same time.

Brian chortled. The tiger's heckling was nothing that bothered him, but the challenge in the words was not something he could just dismiss. He knew that he would have to own up to it, he didn't want to be caught just being a big mouth and nothing else. He always did tell the tiger that he could go at it all night if needed. Right now he perhaps could, considering...

"...not so bad..." the wolf mused amidst the dry humping that he suspected would be getting wetter with every passing moment while the tiger squirted pre-cum into his crack.

Swat!

"I might as well have you ride me, boy," the tiger grumbled. The leash went taut again, and down went his paw once more, making sure that the wolf's ass was not going to be getting any peace until the big bad cat was done with him.

"Cowboy style..." Brian replied, "I like that, sir..."

He did like it, but not necessarily the best while he would be the one bouncing up and down on a dick. Besides, his own was not currently in the neediest state. His penis remained within the sleeve device. He was fully hard but felt quite spent, and his knot throbbed with the beat of his heart. An occasional twitch of his dick was still depositing little oozes of fluid into the simulated tie. Should the sexual stimulation end, he would slowly deflate and feel mellow and good.

But the tiger had other ideas, that much was clear.

"Of course you would, slut boy," the tiger grunted.

"Easy talking big when I can't move, sir." The wolf grunted right back.

Standing up for his pride was well worth the potential ass pounding. In his mind it seemed much more imminent than potential with how wet his crack was getting. The tiger was leaking alright. Combined with how fierce and aggressive the big cat's demeanor had grown, Brian had no doubt his ass was soon to be pulverized. It was a fact that left his still horny mind once again conflicted between excitement and nerves.

The wolf wasn't too keen on the idea of taking a pounding right after an orgasm, but it wouldn't be the first time the tiger drew out a second one out of him. And those always tended to be a lot more intense than the first ones, with how sensitive everything was. The memory made his spent cock twitch with renewed arousal in its very own cummy swimming pool.

'I really gotta ask him about this toy...' the wolf thought idly.

"Don't feel big enough for ya?" was the tiger's reply. He made sure to squeeze the wolf's ass cheeks extra hard so that the lupine could feel his whole girth being sandwiched into his buns. A sloppy sound accompanied the thrust that made Brian's balls tingle.

"Pfah!" The wolf snorted. "You better not be thinking about that paddle handle again... sir..." He said, not divulging to the tiger that his barbed monster always felt intimidating, lodged up his ass like that, as if it were too big. The wolf knew it was all in his head, but he didn't want to give the tiger the pleasure of knowing.

"That silly little thing," the tiger's emphasis was more than clear in his voice, "even my fingers are bigger than that...boy...and we know how those can make you squirm already."

The heat over Brian's muzzle deepened. Somehow, he decided, things up his butt that weren't a dick were even more embarrassing and invasive than the real thing itself. The tiger usually took his time applying copious amount of lube and toying with the wolf's ass before he went to town with his barbed beast. Being reminded of it - and having those same fingers groping his ass - did not make it any easier to concentrate.

"They're fingers." The wolf stated, and didn't say anything else. The ones plastered all over his ass squeezed tight on his rump. "They feel different?"

"Better, even?" the tiger proposed with a chuckle.

Brian only snuffled.

"I said different," he rumbled. He was somewhat hoping that he did have one burrowed into his ass at that very moment.

"That they truly are," the big cat said, pulling his hips back enough so that his leaky tip caught at the wolf's hole, merely kissing it hello. They were old friends. He pressed forward lightly when Brian breathed out, , enough to make the wolf bite his lip thinking this was it... just to let himself slip back up between those buns of steel, a long drawn movement that made him purr and the wolf huff.

"But you're not getting those tonight." Druff rumbled, humping back and forth, matting down the hairs of the wolf's crack. Marking his territory. "Not right now at least...but perhaps later. Maybe I'll just stick them in and have you clean them afterwards."

Brian couldn't decide if the idea was utterly erotic or just disgusting. It did make his dick throb inside the toy.

"Blargh..." he hoped the sound he made was one that made his opinion clear. "What's with the ass to mouth stuff tonight, pops? You're all over it..."

A paw rose and slapped his rear with abandon. This time the wolf thought he could hear it ring through the air in the room. The shudder that ensued was a pleasant one, though.

"Need to make sure my boy stays good," the tiger grumbled with conviction.

"Too bad your boy's a bad boy, sir," the wolf teased. He would've wagged his whole ass if he could, but only substituted it with a single flick of his tail. The two heavy slaps that followed were fully worth it. "Uhhhh...daddy..."

His last moaned word was broken by his amused chuff. He knew that the tiger had to hear it for what it was, just an utter tease.

"We'll see how bad you are when you're moaning around daddy's cock like a bitch in heat," the tiger growled low and the wolf felt the heat in his ears. Druff was undeniably riled up good and proper. Brian's hole clenched nervously, but his dick was twitching with excitement. It didn't seem to mind that his knot practically ached prom the continued teasing by the toy. The tiger truly was mean, evil beyond belief.

He also hated that the dirty talk was starting to feel truly sexy to him, slowly but surely.

"Hah!" The wolf snorted audibly. "You can try all you like, sir." He tried to sound as resolute as he could, in spite of starting to once again leak slowly into the mystery contraption around his cock. The treatment on his ass was starting to get to the wolf.

"I fully intend to, boy," the tiger growled.

Brian felt the leash go tense only a moment before it suddenly snapped across his back. Not very hard, but he did feel it, the tiger using it like a whip. His tail bounced as a result.

"Owch!"

The tiger caught his tail by the base and held it firmly while he used his paw to truly rub the trip of his dick against the wolf's taint. Once again Brian wondered if this was going to be it, the tiger's attempt to fuck another orgasm out of him. He wanted to push his ass backwards to encourage it, to get a bit more of a feel of that hard, pointed tip with its barbs raking on his hot skin.

"Maybe I really should open you up some more, butt boy" the tiger growled, "two fingers...three...wouldn't you like three fingers, or four...you could probably take four in that hungry hole of yours...or should it be the inflatable plug rather? I showed you that before didn't I? You weren't so keen..."

He continued the teasing rubbing all the while he slurred such obscenities at the wolf.

"Something the matter with your main tool since you're bringing all those up, pops?" The wolf replied daringly, trying not to think of that contraption the tiger mentioned. The more they riled each other up, the more the wolf felt like a rough, hard, no-nonsense fuck that made stars dance in front of his eyes, and this seemed like a good step toward goading it out of the big cat. The way he was talking, he seemed to be in a similar mindset, just riling himself on as much as the wolf.

"Does it feel like that, boy?" the tiger grunted. He poked his tip directly at the wolf's hole and smeared precum against the clenching pucker. To the wolf it felt like he was about to plunge in, and his body tensed, visibly, easily felt by the tiger through this intimate contact.

"...c-could be another of your toys, sir!" the wolf practically panted out.

The feel of both the tiger's paws and his dick disappeared and he heard Druff move away. Brian swallowed nervously. He was aroused as hell, incredibly hard, pouting nipples, an ass that by now craved a cock in it, his own dick needy, and the tiger was about to leave him hanging there, right on the edge? Or maybe he had decided to fetch some incredibly painful flogging implement he'd been saving up just for the occasion when Brian mouthed him back too much and it was time to make him really feel it.

Moments passed. How long was it? Seconds? Minutes? Sweat covered Brian from his face to his ass crack. It wasn't a very comfortable feeling. Had the dungeon grown warmer during their tryst? he tiger had told him that he could adjust the temperature to really make his sub sweat it out. Had he gone to such lengths to toy with him? Brian wasn't sure.

He didn't get to formulate an answer, either, because the tiger stomped back to him. The next thing he knew was his tail being pulled up and something blunt and hard pressed at the center of his hole. It felt slick, too, and pushed inside easily.

"Owh!"

A coldness filled him. He heard a muffled squirting noise and felt even more of the same cold sensation, something flowing into his ass.

"W-what's that?" he said, 'sir' be damned.

"Lubing up your tight little pussy, wuff wuff," the tiger snarled.

"Say that again and I'll... ahhhfuck that's cold... I'll deck you in the muzz when I get up from here..." The wolf growled his objections at his ass being called a pussy. Even he had his limits when it came to dirty talk..

The tiger merely grunted in a sound that to Brian was like a verbal shrug of his shoulders. Druff treated the wolf's hole to an extra gloop of cold lube before removing the strange nozzle from the wolf's tunnel and smearing some on the hole itself with his thumb. He circled around the pucker, pushing forward here and there just because he could. The ring-muscle was practically vibrating under his fingerpad, both from the touch and the coldness of the lubricant.

"Tight little manhole, then." Druff spoke, squirting some more lube out of the bottle, this time to grease up his tool. He too hissed at the coldness of the stuff, which somehow sounded incredibly satisfying to the bound up wolf.

"End results, the same." The tiger continued, slapping the canine's asscrack a few times with his slickened manhood once it was lubed up enough to his liking, "one well stuffed asshole, leaking with my seed when I'm done with it. And one satisfied slut of a wolf hunk who will still ask for more."

Brian bit his lip. He still felt a little out of sorts with the earlier pussy comment, and he was horny, and he really couldn't help himself while he imagined everything the tiger talked about happening to him.

"I still hear a lot of talking, sir, and don't feel a lot of fucking..." the wolf grumbled.

The wolf felt only a single paw slapping on his ass cheek and gripping it hard before the tiger truly, and utterly slammed his dick into the wolf's hole. He'd been licked, lubed and poked, he was relaxed enough but no real stretching had been done beyond the teasing. That meant that when the tiger did go in, the wolf, his body tense on the bench, felt every single barb on the meaty shaft when it slid home into his ass.

"FFfRUHUHHHJ!" he let out a loud sound, a bark, a moan, an absolution, when his ass went on pleasurable fire and he felt truly fucked.

The tiger was inside him. Both males' hips quivered, hard at work trying to control their movements now that the union had finally taken place. It was abrupt and smarted a little, but the wolf found it to be incredibly pleasurable too. Every confused clench of his hole and his internal muscles made his prostate sing with joy. The tiger's shaft truly filled him. Yes, they had teased each other about how several agile fingers could do special tricks, but for the proper, utter filling experience, the wolf knew no options.

The wolf was a groaning wreck when he felt the tiger lean over him, sweaty body to body, and stick two fingers into the wolf's muzzle.

"Now we warm up" the cat growled.

The wolf merely groaned in response, gnawing at those fingers while trying to get used to the feeling of that thick shaft fully inside him. It almost felt like too much to take, now like every time. The fingers in his muzzle were a welcome distraction, even if it was just another way for the tiger to exert dominance over his impaled partner. Right now, with a thick warm cock throbbing away in his quivering tunnel, such things didn't matter much. He just wanted to get off.

"Ohmm..." mumbled the wolf, around the fingers.

It wasn't long at all, only a few moments before the Druff began to grind his hips against that ass, feeling the cheeks give barely under the force of his hips, almost caressing them with his groin. It certainly felt that way to the wolf, an interesting sensation in the backdrop of the intense feeling of fullness. The barbed beast churned inside him, poking at rarely touched places that sent jolts of perverse pleasure up his spine. He could feel the odd spurt of precum here and there, readying things up further.

The roughness of the penetration was a turn-on in and itself to the tough wolf who liked his sex hard and rough. It was utterly arousing, proving he was man enough to take it... and the tiger certainly proved himself man enough to give it like he meant it. That part of the young hunk that revelled in this primal clash of strength and masculinity... it was always so easy to let himself over to it with some proper warming up.

The wolf started growling around those fingers again, feeling a rising urge to push his ass back against the tiger and make him give the lust-addled canine more of that rough burning pleasure he craved in this state of mind. Tied down or not, he could still take some dick and not lie there like a half-deflated blow up doll.

The bindings made it all that more arousing, in a way. They made his muscles work in unusual ways, giving resistance where none were usually found while his body undulated and flexed in the act of sex. Perhaps this was what the tiger had in mind all along, all their other proclivities notwithstanding.

"Hrmhm..." he slobbered around the tiger's fingers.

The tiger bit the wolf's ear again, which resulted in another rumble and a moan. His hips jerked back and forth a little. Druff has his freedom to move as he pleased, unlike the wolf under him.

It came as a shock, a small one, when he shifted and stood up straight, still fully impaling the wolf's ass with his cock. The movement churned him inside the wolf, making his tail twitch against Druff's hip.

"Hmh why you stop.." the wolf mumbled. He wonderd why the tiger would have left such a cozy position, wrapped on top of the lupine.

Big paws grabbed Brian's hips and squeezed them as appreciatively as the cat ever did. His own hips gave another impatient flex.

"Gonna show you what this bench is for, boy," the tiger growled.

The wolf didn't have much time to consider this statement when he felt the tiger withdraw and then push back. And again. He was getting fucked. The tiger's shaft pumped in and out of him, with his balls nudging the wolf's own with every stroke.

The Druff was purring. He was obviously showing victorious rapture over his control of the wolf's body and filling it for his pleasure. It made the wolf shiver, in anticipation and also in pleasure from the act so far. Whatever else they would do, or had done, this was what he craved for, a real hard fuck and a breeding, the most simple of sex acts that was also the most fulfilling one to him. It was where sex stopped being a game, like it sometimes appeared to the tiger, and then it was just fucking.

The leather bench began to creak softly. Brian realized that it was bolted to the floor. It was as solid as the tiger who owned it. The tiger who for now owned him, too, in a way, if temporarily.

'Oh fuck!'

The tiger grabbed the briefly forgotten leash and pulled on it with one paw while the other remained on the wolf's ass. Brian felt the leash go tense. It was such an incredibly dominant gesture, giving the wolf a reminder that the tiger still had that bit of control over him.

"Fuck..." the wolf hissed.

Fucked he was. The tiger's barbed tip speared his tunnel open, and the shaft, so thick and well-lubed, stretched his hole deliciously with each deep pass. His prostate got its share, too, singing praises that made Brian's own dick pulse inside the sleeve. He wanted to desperately fuck it too, and to fuck himself back onto the tiger plundering his rear. He was sandwiched between those two constant flows of sexual pleasure, his dick and his ass. It felt like they met at the middle, somewhere behind his navel, and the joined stream blasted into his brain.

His tongue was already lolling out of his muzzle.

"Haaaarh..." The wolf panted as he got jackhammered, just the way he'd come to like it. With the leash pulling back, he wanted to follow it, arch his back as far as he could, both to show off his physique and to make his body work, to feel the strain that made him feel that much more alive in this churning engine of pleasure the two men joined into for the moment. Once again, he couldn't move his body more than an inch. THe bindings wouldn't allow it. It just ended up as frustration.

"Hrrrgh... make the damn bench creak, you old fucker... hnnrgh..." The wolf grunted low and demanding, seeking more of the teeth-clattering thrusts into his body that lit his nerves on fire and provided the perfect release for all that pent-up frustration. It was probably part of what the tiger meant with showing the wolf what the bench was for... besides the obvious.

The tiger grew more aggressive as his partner grew more demanding, their arousal feeding off each other. He slapped that broadly muscled ass mercilessly, kneading the firm, barely pliant cheeks with great pleasure and watched them ripple beautifully with each heavy thrust. It was an incredible turn-on for the big cat, along with watching his thick piece of meat drilling into that warm, sleeve-tight tunnel that seemed to milk his cock on every deep plunge. This position was just perfect for such blatant exhibitionism.

"Hsshh..." the tiger hissed.

That didn't mean that he didn't comply with the wolf's raunchy request. Watchin the large body strain against the bondage in unbridled pleasure from getting fucked hard made it hard to resist the demand.

The leash grew tighter. Druff twisted it around his wrist so that he could use both of his paws to grab onto the wolf's bound hips. His balls were starting to make proper slapping sounds, going down on the wolf's straining taint. Below, the wolf's own pair played a little up and down motion while his body flexed and rolled. His dick must've been practically on fire inside the sleeve that continued to egg him on throughout the hard pounding he received up the ass.

"...yeah... we gonna write that down on a tag and put it on your collar, boy...Daddy's Fuckhole..." the tiger growled rudely. "You bet..."

His hips rocked and rolled. The barbs tortured the wolf's prostate again and again and milked his pre-cum and his lust. The wolf's eyes, closed or not, began to roll back in his head.

The tiger's words only half-registered, but he got the meaning. The wolf was a mess of ragged pants and borderline savage growls, desperately wanting to move himself, to satisfy the need to go harder and harder by slamming his own body against the tiger's, but he couldn't.

"Fuck harder old man, or your boy's gonna wreck daddy's fuckhole, hrrrrgh..." The wolf growled through gritted teeth before groaning out in pure bliss as the tiger slammed home hard and ground his groin to his ass, massaging the wolf's prostate good. It made his tongue loll back out and scratch his fingers against the leather. Brian's cock was pulsing and throbbing inside its holster with every single thrust into his ass. His future orgasm was truly gonna get fucked right out of him, no question about that.

"Thaaaaaaaaat's the spot!" The wolf groaned and ground his ass back against the tiger's groin as much as he could. It was a wanton and slutty gesture, but he didn't care. Right now, Druff could've slapped that tag onto the collar he was wearing, and the wolf wouldn't have cared.

The tiger tugged a bit harder on the leash. It tightened around Brian's throat and the wolf's knot twitched dangerously inside the sleeve. How much longer could it go on before he was forced over the edge? The second blowing might take a while, considering that even the wolf needed some time to recover before starting up again. The tiger had not given him any such a reprieve. Every nerve, teased until a climax, was getting a second run, and this time the tiger was truly working it.

"Still think you can take it, boy?" the tiger huffed between panting breaths. It sounded like he was starting to get worked up to the point of exhaustion.

"Can...ahhaaaahhaahh...you, p-ops?" the wolf growled in reply. "don't you d-dare STOP!"

The tiger yanked on the leash. The claws on his fingers dug onto the wolf's hip so hard that the wolf might have suspected that they were going to prick the skin and draw blood. Even if the tiger sounded winded up or not, his cock continued to stroke in and out of the wolf's asshole like a piston.

The wolf himself was starting feel worn out, slowly losing the fight against that infernal thing around his cock and the relentless pounding up his ass. He wasn't going to last much longer, but he was determined to hold out until the tiger bred him first. The nonchalance with which that thought came might have disturbed him were he not as high on pleasure and testosterone as he was. Either way, it just wouldn't do for him to blow twice before the tiger. He'd never hear the end of it, from someone for who such repeated orgasms was the rule, rather.

It was a challenge, though. Druff wasn't holding anything back, piledriving into the wolf's ass and pummeling his prostate into blissful submission. Those paws kept slapping and squeezing his ass like a starving man would be grabbing for a steak. He wouldn't be able to hold on for long, no matter how hard he tried, the wolf thought. He could feel it.

"Hrh...hrh..."

Brian did his best to push the tiger over the edge, flexing his ass and back muscles for visual effect and milked that thick cock plundering his hole as best he could with everything he had hidden inside him, around that magnificent cock.

"Pffff...I said HARDER, damnit! Fuck it like you didn't fuck for years!" The wolf egged the big cat on through gritted teeth, the combined pleasure and intensity of everything going on slowly building up to an explosive finish, he hoped. Maybe it'd make him forget the incredibly slutty things that had come out of his muzzle .

"Graahh..."

Maybe it was the words that did it, but the tiger slammed forward several times, really putting his weight into it before he sank in as deep as he could and stayed still. Then his hips only jittered in place while his cock pulsed and began to unload inside the wolf's steamy ass. The college boy could feel it, which he rarely did as intently as he did now, the heat growing with every throb that pumped the product of the tiger's balls into Brian's rump.

"OhhfuckthatsitSIRRR..."

Brian's hips jerked, unable to get anywhere much due to the weight of the tiger and the bondage on the bench that held him its prisoner. Even the fractions of an inch either way seemed to do the trick, though. The heat that had started out as an itch was fanned into a fully blown fire and suddenly the heat the tiger was putting inside him wasn't the only thing going off.

It wasn't as explosive as the first one, but the wolf's own cock blasted into the toy around it, his balls pumping out their second payload in a row. Everything was on fire for the bound wolf, but it was a good kind of fire. The moment he was thrown off the edge, he barely stifled a howl of pleasure. Instead, a strained growl came out of his muzzle. Maybe even his vocal cords were ready to give up the ghost.

"Ahhhh...#

The wolf's hips kept jerking back and forth as he went through the orgasmic motions until he was well and truly spent, and all there was was the feeling of warmth and fullness in his ass, a very sore dick and balls, and the hefty weight of the tiger resting on top of his conquest, purring like a truck engine. As sexy as the earlier humping position had been, Brian decided that he preferred it like this, the tiger on him properly.

Druff's cock was still twitching occasionally, spurting out another lazy drop inside of the young hunk while it's owner chewed idly on one of the wolf's ears. Just a playful, companionable gesture that simply felt natural while they shared in each other and the bliss of afterglow in comfortable silence. The burning from before slowly dulled to a pleasant warmth all over. His own dick felt overused and raw. Brian wondered if he could really see some of the tiger's cum dribbling against his taint. Had he been pumped so full that it had started to leak out of him? That added an extra twinge into his belly that made his cock twitch and reminded him just how much sex he'd just been made to endure.

The tiger didn't do anything except purr at the moment. Brian liked his warm, soft presence on top of him. He could rest there for a while longer, he thought.

"So..." said the wolf, "is this what it feels like after an orgy?"

The tiger's chuckle rumbled through his chest and into Brian's own body.

"Depends a bit on which end of an orgy you are," the tiger said. "And a few other factors..."

Brian let out a tired huff.

"You make it sound like an equation," the wolf mused. "Wolf plus tiger equals..."

The tiger chuckled. His laughter was a warm huff on Brian's neck. It felt very nice.

"It depends on a lot of stuff...the tops to bottoms ratio...the number of cocks...the number of cocks in each orifice...the number of partner swaps..."

Brian gulped.

"The number in each orifice?" he chuffed. "What are you thinking now, that I'm a fox or something? Pffff..."

"Maybe I should introduce you to some foxes I know," the tiger said.

The wolf chuffed again.

"You're balls deep in my ass and you're trying to set me up with some other guy?" Brian asked. "Is that some kind of a fetish?"

"You haven't seen all of mine yet," said the tiger.

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