FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Jacob was no fool: he knew that an all-expenses paid trip to New Orleans was going to come with some form of payment, even if he didn't have to dip into his wallet.

"You know, the coffee might not have lived up to the hype, but the way you're going to work down there...I'm starting to wonder if you're trying to get the taste out of your mouth."

Sitting on the edge of the bed would have made Aaron look a little shorter than his usual stance--he wasn't all that tall to begin with--and thanks to that, Jacob would have towered over him, if the dragon were standing upright.

Instead, he was on his knees in front of the marbled fox, bobbing the end of his muzzle on the impressive, vulpine length that was offered to him.

"Seriously, though...did I spill some powdered sugar on myself? I don't think I've ever seen you this eager to put your tongue to use."

Aaron was happy to see Jacob working so diligently at the tender length, of course, but a little teasing was always in order when the fox defied expectations; Jacob knew better by then, but that only added to the pleasure of the act for Aaron, who'd turned the tables on the dragon the first time they met.

To know that he could still so easily convince a tall, brutish creature to kneel down and service his master's cock was such a mental thrill, it gave the rush of having his cock sucked in front of an open window a run for its money.

Jacob knew what he was competing against, and in the back of his mind, he thought he might be able to turn the tables a little bit if he simply managed to draw a moan from the fox. If it was loud enough, it might even draw some of the nightlife from the infamous street below to see what they were up to...but Jacob still didn't know the fox as well as he thought he did.

The Bourbon Street faithful would gladly stop and watch any show that was offered; free was always better when they could find it, and Aaron didn't have any problem with someone sneaking a peek at the way that he held the tall, onyx dragon by the curl of his horns, refusing to so much as let him back away from the drooling flesh of his cock, much less gather the breath and clarity to answer his previous teases.

"You must have really hated the beignets if you're working this hard to m-make me cum," Aaron tripped over the word just a little, finding that the rapid, dedicated bounce of Jacob's open maw on the shaft of his cock was becoming harder and harder to resist. "I wondered if they'd be a little too sweet for you...a-always thought you were more of a salty guy."

Expecting to feel the warmth and taste the same salt of the cum that Aaron teased about, Jacob swallowed hard, doing nothing to fight the sudden thrust at his lips and the tug on his horns.

He blinked when he didn't feel the gush of that heat rolling over the flat of his tongue, and in the next moment, he was looking up at Aaron with a mingled stare of disappointment and confusion.

"...You know you're not gonna make me cum that easily, right?" Aaron reminded him. "Not that I couldn't move things along, but if you really think I'm gonna be hasty in the Big Easy, you've got a lot more to learn about me, boy."

Feeling the grip ease away from his horns, Jacob took the chance to deep throat the fox for just an instant, hoping he might be able to turn the tables: a brief wince was followed by a vulpine grin and a brief shake of the head.

"Mm...mlllm...mnf. C-can't blame me for trying, I guess," Jacob countered. "That trick has worked on more than a few people before, but if you're really wanting to drag the process out, I'm more than happy to play along."

Aaron cocked a brow. "Play along, or follow orders? I know might think that they're similar, but I can assure you that they're not."

Jacob was just fresh enough out of boot camp to understand the importance of following orders, and it was that same willingness to go above and beyond for his superiors that made him so pliable to Aaron in the first place.

The marbled fox wasn't always one to take advantage of such an easy opening, but when Jacob started off their first interaction with such arrogance, Aaron was able to put his concerns aside, believing that an upright private like Jacob would be able to handle something more than his usual training regimen.

He was delighted to be right about that fact, and to that point, Jacob had been up for just about anything Aaron had proposed, but there was another, sinister layer to Aaron's gaze, right then.

"I thought we were here on vacation?" Jacob asked. "What's all this about following orders?"

"Just because we're on vacation doesn't mean I don't still outrank you," Aaron reminded him. "And just because we're relaxing and having a little fun doesn't mean that you don't have to follow my orders."

The pair were stripped of their clothing long before they made their way to the bedroom of the upscale hotel room, and the balcony at the edge of that bedroom was simply begging for them to step outside and give the people below a better view of what they were up to.

From the right angle, a discerning eye might have captured the warm, pink flesh of Aaron's cock, or the naked backside of the kneeling dragon, but Aaron didn't like the idea of making such leisurely people have to work for the show, when he could always bring it to them, instead.

"So much for the Big Easy," Jacob muttered. "Didn't think I'd be putting in work while I was on vacation."

"At least it's the kind of work that you're smart enough not to bitch about," Aaron mentioned, giving Jacob his only warning with a stern tone and a paper-thin veil. "In fact, I think you'll be more than happy to take on this kind of assignment; not gonna stop me if you aren't, of course, but I get the feeling you knew that already."

"Knowing the kind of sadist you are, you'd probably enjoy it even more if I hated it."

Aaron sighed. "You treat me like I'm such a monster, Jacob...and after all the kindness I've shown you? It breaks my heart."

"I'm sure ," Jacob scoffed. "You're just trying to get me to admit that I enjoy the rough treatment as much as you enjoy giving it."

"And I'm still waiting," Aaron confessed. "So, you can either say how badly you want me to push you over that railing and fuck you silly, or...you can just step out there and lift your tail. Your choice."

Jacob was never fully able to predict what Aaron would throw at him next, but an open and honest choice was the last thing he would have expected from the domineering vulpine.

To be a slave to his own indecision would end with Aaron taking the dragon by the horn and tossing him outside, but as much as the marbled fox relished the thought, he found the sight of Jacob rising from his knees and giving him a knowing look over the shoulder to be that much more satisfying.

Taking the dragon by the horns was a delight, of course...but to have the dragon hoist himself told of a greater level of obedience, one that Aaron hadn't expected yet.

"And here I was, worried that you might be a little slow on the uptake," Aaron mentioned. He stood up from the bed and stretched his arms overhead, letting the length of his cock twitch at the air with an obvious shiver: he needed to bury it somewhere warmer before the early spring breeze rolling through the balcony could get the better of him. "Glad to see that you came around to following orders again, but I'm still not going easy on you."

The best that Jacob could do was stand in front of the street and bend over the railing, thinking he'd get the better of Aaron by putting on a show that he wouldn't be able to resist.

Instead, he felt his grip fade from the cool, black paint on the iron bars of the balcony, and seeing such a massive crowd of people down below, his bravado faded: trembling legs gave out beneath him and a snickering vulpine stepped in place, just as the long, thick tail of the dragon flipped up.

"I wanna give you credit for realizing that I wouldn't have been able to reach up to you if you didn't drop to your knees, but we both know that was an accident," Aaron pointed out. "Quiet the funny looking pose you're in, now...but...it'll be perfect for me. Sounds like the crowd is pretty happy with it, too."

Between his legs, Jacob's impressive, throbbing member was hanging down just out of view, thanks to his arms draping low and supporting his arched posture.

Aaron, on the other hand, was showing off the heated flesh of his vulpine cock with pride, grinding it over the side of one of Jacob's cheeks and spilling precum over the base of his tail.

"You know we've gotta give them a show now, right? They don't just hand out participation trophies here," Aaron teased. "Gotta earn our beads, one thrust at a time!"

The fox was getting into the party atmosphere more than he'd expected he would, but stepping onto the balcony in the buff, he was met with the blaring of trumpets, the pounding of drums and the essential ingredient that was the lewd, provocative cheers from the eager audience.

"Fucking b-beads," Jacob muttered. "They could whip rocks at us and you'd still stand there and pound my ass..."

A widening grin spread all the way to the ear as Aaron dipped his still-soaking tip against Jacob's tailhole. "Is that a complaint, I hear? Better not have been..."

That shift in the tone of his voice was every bit as much, if not more dominant than the pressing weight of Aaron's hips against Jacob's backside, or the forceful SMACK of an open palm rattling the dragon's ass.

"I wouldn't...w-wouldn't dream of it," Jacob panted low, adjusting to the tapered tip of Aaron's vulpine cock. "Next thing I know, you'd have me down on the street, working the corner for other guys to come and have a turn with me."

"Hardly," Aaron countered. "Might be fun to share you with a friend sometime, but--and don't let this go to your head--but you're a little too much fun to just send on your way for someone else to mess around with. It's far more fun for me to keep you pinned down under my heel and watch you squirm in front of an audience than to be the audience."

If Jacob was putting on a show, he'd be putting it on for the fox exclusively, but as long as he was held on an ethereal leash by the crafty vulpine, he'd do whatever Aaron asked of him, and in that moment, that meant keeping his tail lifted and pushed aside as he waited for his next instruction.

There was no magical instinct that would take over and tell him how best to perform in front of an unexpecting audience...no sensual understanding that would help him respond to the sudden cries and jeers he heard from the street below.

Time and time again, he was surprised to be glad that Aaron was standing behind him, but feeling the fox wrap eager paws around his thighs, Jacob couldn't think of anyone else he would have wanted there, right then.

"They're close enough that they'll be able to hear us if we speak up," Aaron pointed out, speaking over the delightful pleasure of his length easing into Jacob's trained, willing backside. "So if you've got something to say, say it for the rest of the class, Jacob...let them know who's boss."

It was the perfect chance for the dragon to embarrass Aaron and finally get the better of the marbled fox, but no insult or tease came to mind when his lips opened again.

Instead, he winced and rubbed the side of his face into his own arm, offering whatever contrast he could find to the weight of Aaron's sack slapping against the full, thick flesh of his rump.

"Like they can't tell?" Jacob's gritted fangs mangled the words to a point that the crowd wouldn't have been able to hear them, but a long, uneven breath gave the dragon the clarity he needed to share an obvious truth with the crowd. "Like they can't s-see you fucking me from behind?"

A few more cheers came up as people started gathering around the balcony, beads clutched in their paws with white-knuckle grips, ready to toss them up when the word was given.

"Even though you're so much bigger than I am?" Aaron drew out the tease and leaned over Jacob's body, pushing from his tiptoes to get closer and closer to the dragon's twitching ear. "Even through I'm just a weak, little fox...?"

The crowd being able to see the first, deep thrust of Aaron's cock and the further, dominant lean of his body would have been enough to embarrass Jacob, but to have those words hanging over him; to have the crowd waiting for him to confirm what they were all able to see put an extra weight of humiliation into the act.

He knew that there was greater pleasure waiting on the other side of it, but there was still just a hint of resistance in his submissive nature, forcing him to swallow back a lump of nerves.

He hoped that the ongoing jeers from the crowd would make it a little easier to belt out those words, but they were barely more than a whisper when they finally slipped from his tongue. "Even though you're just a...little fox..." he squeaked, but even with Aaron so close to his skull, he gave a brief shake of the head. "But you're not weak, Aaron...you're not fooling anyone."

There was strength in the vulpine's body, no doubt. Slender muscle that gave him more of a runner's profile was still more than powerful enough to keep Jacob on his knees once he was there, and for once, the dragon had caught his master off guard.

"I thought you'd actually fuck that up and call me weak," Aaron replied. "I'm disappointed you didn't walk right into that one, but...I suppose you deserve to be rewarded for that kind of progress, don't you?"

There was less humiliation in lifting his tail high enough to drape it over Aaron's shoulder, and less still to feel the weight of a pulsing, trembling cock as it stretched out his insides on a second, eager thrust.

"Whatever reward you'll g-give me," Jacob stammered around that pump and shuddered with delight, having grown to love the perfect fit that Aaron's member was to his asshole. "Whatever it takes to get it, Aaron..."

"Now you're just trying to win the crowd over," Aaron joked. "Trying to make me look like the bad guy so they'll feel sorry for you when I pump your sorry, little ass full of cum?"

Feeling another full, thorough hump against his arched back, Jacob was wondering if Aaron would ever lay into him with the proper, vulpine pace that he was hoping for.

Ever anticipating the increased speed, Jacob managed a tiny grin and shifted his eyes to the crowd. "No one out there is gonna feel sorry for me, no matter what you do...so you might as well do your worst."

"Just begging for it, now?"

Aaron saw right through the ploy, his grin widening anew to see Jacob's expression faltering. "...And if I am?"

"...I guess we are in the Big Easy," Aaron reiterated his earlier through and gave a sudden, choppy series of rapid, deep thrusts, keeping his hips right on the dragon's backside and firing up an already zealous crowd. "Just this one, I'm gonna give you a break...but our next vacation is gonna be much harder."

It could have been the influence of the multiple drinks they had on the way back to their hotel room, or the atmosphere of the city causing Aaron to have a little lenience.

Whatever it was, Jacob was delighted to feel the faster, genuine pace of the fox making an appearance; he'd anticipated having to work much harder and far longer than that to get the eager vulpine to come the rest of the way out of his shell.

"And how can I ever r-repay my master for his generosity?" Jacob asked, intentionally projecting his voice a bit more to spur ideas from the crowd...but he didn't think he'd lose control of his voice so readily, even when Aaron's paws shifted back to his hips and captured his body, steadying it for his quicker pace. "Oh...o-oh fuck...that's really generous of you, Aaron!"

He wasn't expecting the pace to go from curious, exploratory thrusts into a full, deep fuck that almost rattled the balcony, but Jacob was the one who dared to put the fox on the spot.

It was Aaron's idea to perform in front of a crowd, but Jacob had turned the onus of performance back onto his master, and for that, he could already tell that he'd be sleeping on his stomach; his ass would stay lifted for whatever punishments Aaron could come up with later.

"Nothing generous about what I'm gonna do to you when we g-get back into the hotel room and close the door," Aaron warned, but his fangs were starting to grit as he picked up the pace that much more, turning his hips to a blur and Jacob's backside into a punching bag. "But it's not my generosity that you should be worried about, Jacob!"

The first clink of beads landing against the painted, iron railing of the balcony could only be a celebration to Jacob, who was starting to feed on the energy of the crowd. He couldn't have imagined fucking back into Aaron at the start, but he'd flourished in his submissive role to the fox, and hearing even louder cheers when he started rolling his ass back into Aaron's hips, Jacob couldn't think of a single problem with one more reward.

There were dozens of them raining down on him over the course of that next minute, but there was no pain to be had when the necklaces dropped around his horns and rolled over the sides of his shoulder blades.

"What? You don't think they washed their hands, first?" Jacob asked, snickering at the idea and using that little bit of laughter to keep his orgasm at bay a little longer.

The submissive was getting greedy as they drew closer to the peak, and trying to milk a few more seconds of pleasure out of the act was the final straw that pushed Aaron to race ahead of him.

"Not w-what I'm...g-getting at..."

Aaron's voice dropped deep as he pumped into Jacob with such intensity that even in the heat of the moment, the dragon couldn't ignore the delightful pain of feeling his master crash down into him.

He was hoping to feel the weight of a thick, pumping knot force its way inside of him the moment after, but that was only the first pleasure denied to Jacob, masked by the warmth of thick, vulpine cum pouring into his well-fucked tailhole.

"Damn...y-you people are really missing out!" Jacob cried out to the crowd, only to be met with another storm of beads and a host of questions about Aaron's impressive volume.

Those beads were already forming a puddle behind Jacob, having trickled right down the backs of his thighs, but the pool between his quivering knees still wasn't the punishment that Aaron was getting at.

"Trust me," he growled low, panting with the continued bliss of his climax, "They're gonna miss a lot more than the mess, Jacob...the hell do you think you're doing, trying to upstage me?"

As if he were kneeling in front of a studio audience, Jacob heard a rumbling from the crowd, and an "Ooooooh!" that would have followed a drama-laden bombshell in his favorite sitcoms.

"I...d-didn't mean to do...t-that...?"

Close as he was to climax right then, Jacob knew he wasn't going to finish anytime soon when he felt one of the longer, thicker strands of beads being pulled between his legs. The cord wrapped around the base of his still twitching cock and doubled back again, until a complicated knot was complete at the bottom of his shaft, adding one more roadblock to any chance he had at reaching an orgasm, that night.

"Maybe you didn't," Aaron agreed. Stepping back slightly and letting a fresh, messy ooze of cum follow his cock away from the dragon's backside, he was content with the mess...but not with the roar of the crowd.

He wanted more from them...and much more from Jacob.

"Just wait until you see what I'm gonna do to you with the other beads..."