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He knew he should have stayed at home.

It was a mistake. Deep down, Jason knew it was a mistake, and he found himself clenching his fists with his claws digging into the soft flesh of his pads as he stood there, facing the door.

He could hear soft voices inside, muted and muffled against the walls but quite prominent. One he could recognise as the deep, gruff baritone of Brad, the Rottweiler that had seemed to take a shine to him. The friendship was unexpected if not bizarre, but the fox found himself somewhat growing accustomed to the ever present reminder of the dog. Never had this happened before either, so whilst he was fine with maintaining a connection with him, Jason had no real idea what to do if he ever wished to sever it.

The second voice though was the one that threw him, for it was softer spoken and nervous. Unlike anything the fox could accredit to in his mind. He certainly hadn't heard them round campus, and he knew the majority of Brad's friends. None were quite as so gentle in their speaking as this. Jason stood there for many minutes trying to figure out who it could possibly be on the other side of the door. His mind recounted the strange approach the Rottweiler had pulled last night, the memory still fresh and vivid as it alarmed him so.

"Hey, you doing anything tomorrow?"

It was odd this time. No texts, no calls; Brad had come to the fox this time online, whilst Jason had been glancing through some old photos he'd dug up from his hard drive which brought a smile to his muzzle and an ache to his ass. In fact, he found it strangely ironic that the dog might take that exact moment to message him. It had been then with eagerness that Jason had tapped out a quick reply,

"Not that I can think of. Arran's still out of town spending time with his old buddies from high school."

He had waited, the response having first been seen, then the small indicating symbol to show that Brad was writing out his next move,

"Do you fancy hanging out then with me?"

Jason remembered frowning, leaning back in his chair. He was never one for encores. Only if there was some monumental gain out of going for a repeat performance, the fox liked to keep things fresh and lively with his sex life. He dreaded the idea of letting himself become lame and boring, as though he were eating the same snack from a buffet over and over whilst he ignored the rest of the banquet. But perhaps he might try something new with the dog. Who knows, he could end up enjoying it and putting down the little experiment as a success. If he didn't, then he'd tried and failed, no harm done. Brad would understand. The fox reached for the keys again, but that little symbol popped back up once more. He waited, seeing what else his friend might have to say,

"It won't just be me and you; I'll have an old friend over too."

A friend? An _old_friend? Jason had always found that 'old friends' often spelt bad news. Old friends brought back old memories, of times gone by. It brought back ex partners, it brought back grudges you had once forgotten about; it brought back memories you'd rather leave in the past. Then again, if this was between Brad and his friend, then it might mean Jason wouldn't necessarily have to be involved. It certainly rang the chimes of a potential threesome, though in what fashion and to what extent he didn't know. Perhaps, like Brad, this friend was as straight as a die but desperate to know what it feels like to be with a guy who was greedy for it, to be with someone who liked to boast himself as more than an expert. The thought was mouth-watering.

"Sure, why not?"

Jason had pushed the keyboard a little away from himself, allowing his body to stretch and crack as he finally made more a movement in his chair. It had seemed like he'd be getting some action this week after all. After the werewolf escapade he'd been somewhat reluctant to venture out and be too bold in the dead of night. Of course, with the Halloween season having past, and with snow beginning to fall, Jason had regained his confidence, but his mellow break from things had allowed him to relax somewhat and become complacent. A touch-up session with Brad and another friend in a threesome might have been just the very thing he needed to get back into the game.

"Oh, and dress in the sluttiest thing you dare to wear; my room, seven in the afternoon."

With that, Brad had logged off for the night, leaving Jason to sit pensively at his desk as his eyes scanned over that final message again and again, drinking in their words. It had been a restless night, after that, and the fox had caught little sleep.

But he stood here now, covered up with the special leather chaps he usually only wore to the clubs, sporting a leather thong that matched in shade to the chaps. Underneath his jacket he wore a fish-net top, his favourite for being so form-fitting and skimpy as though he wore nothing at all yet plenty enough. His fur even had a glossier shine than usual, with a natural softness that he'd managed to acquire through learning the tricks of fur salons. All in all, he felt like he was more heading out to the dirtiest, kinkiest joint in town, yet he was standing in an otherwise abandoned dorm room - the holidays were just setting upon them, after all - outside an old fling's room. He lifted up a paw, his leather bands glinting in the gloomy light, secretly the ones he loved doubling up as wrist restraints, and rapped his knuckles against the wood. The voices stopped, a hushing quiet.

What the hell was he thinking?!

Jason was about to turn away, suddenly finding panic taking him and urging him to leave, but as the door handle suddenly lurched down he found himself reeling back into his place. The door swung open, the Rottweiler filling in the doorway nicely and blocking the room out behind him. His head was just a bit above the lintel, so much that he had to stop just so that he could take a proper look at the fox. Dressed in nothing but a crisp white wife beater and a pair of baggy cargo shorts that slipped past his knees just barely, hanging low on his hips, Jason had to calm his heart rate down as he could only imagine surrendering to the bare flesh he knew that lay beneath, so teasingly exposed as such.

"Hey!" He beamed, his tone chipper and surprisingly uplifting, "You came!" Jason frowned, quirking an eyebrow,

"You asked, didn't you?" The Rottweiler shrugged his shoulders, scratching the back of his neck with a beefy arm, the same muscles that Jason and remembered groping along those nights ago. His smile was bashful, borderline sheepish and a cute in a way the fox hadn't really thought before,

"Well, I did actually think you'd not show... You know, given what you've probably figured out why I invited you over."

"I had my suspicions..." Jason trailed off, leaning slightly to one side as the dog granted him unwittingly a view into the room. Someone was sat on a bed, dressed in boot-cut jeans and with fluffy white footpaws that seemed too large to be normal. The fox couldn't see past the waist, but from he saw they had a slim figure; it was hard to judge whether they were even male or female. From the style of belt, being that it was professional shimmering black leather and with a buckle of a skull and crossbones, he'd have said male, but the jeans were clearly designed for women. Too neat and bright - with a belt like that, if they were truly as macho as they were with an intimidating buckle, they'd have low-hanging and torn jeans of a dark blue. But these were pastel coloured, as though a shade taken from a kit's crib, and even rolled up slightly towards the footpaws so that they showed off more ankle than necessary.

"Yeah... well," Brad said, stumbling in his words. He took a step back, swinging one arm to gesture to the rest of the room, and in particular to the furry sitting on the edge of the bed rather nervously, embarrassed to be there, "This is my friend Ross."

Ross was a strange spectacle. A snow leopard by most accounts, Jason understood now why Brad's friend had appeared so voluptuous. The clothes were filled out not by muscle but by fur, and where the clothes pressed tightly then tufts formed around the hems. But the style of his garments... It was like a blend of a man trying to be something else entirely but had got confused along the way. His clothes, for the most part, were unisex, neutral even, but the subtle combination of a male polo shirt coloured a deep rich red and the women's jeans a softer blue, accompanied by the extra accessories that were all over the place like the belt or the bangles that Ross had littering up his right arm suggested he was trying to be himself but struggled to do so. As for his features, Jason noted he was much like himself; young and gentle looking, though with a roundness of his face that the fox could never have acquired given their difference in species. The snow leopard boasted a fluffy look, whilst Jason often settled for the streamlined and sly pointedness of his own expression.

"Pleased to meet you," he said politely, nodding his head with a small smile. He might have been more comfortable were this friend of Brad's a little more similar to the Rottweiler's build rather than closer to himself, but he could work with it he supposed.

"You too... Brad and I used to go to the same middle school. In fact, I think he hung around with the guys that used to bully me." Jason rolled his eyes. Oh this was just perfect; the cliché sop story of a bullying victim now turned into twink-heartthrob, reconnecting with the college jock that's coming out of his shell and being more open. Jason had been ruthlessly bullied during his childhood. He'd never amounted to much in the more 'manly' of sports and so had turned to athletics or gymnastics, finding it benefited him more given his stature. It had given the bigger, nastier furs ammunition to tear him apart. But he certainly didn't parade it around as an accolade, and certainly mentioning it now to a stranger in front of the guy who used to do it is more than odd. Brad looked uncomfortably guilty. The fox wasn't surprised; both the news of Brad once being a bully and then being remorseful for it didn't come as so much a shock that Jason gave only mild interest. He nodded blankly, the movement barely noticeable really.

"It was a long time ago," Brad blurted, "I was young. We all were, and I think we've all matured since then."

"Of course! I was certainly amazed at how gentlemanly you were when we ran into each other! I could've sworn there and then it wasn't you if I didn't have that deep-rooted inkling." Ross smiled a cheap false beam that dripped with nerves and pure desire. It seems Brad had a new crushing man on his heels. The snow leopard giggled softly, tail flicking to and fro behind him; Jason could see through the moves as Ross laid them bare. The deep felt connection, that he instantly identified Brad in a crowd despite not having seen him for years... a common play between old friends. Jason had done it once with an old ex of his, right under the nose of his ex's girlfriend. The reassuring authoritative stance Ross was taking, by talking for Brad and then supporting him after delivering a purposefully cutting backhanded comment - a trick Jason had learnt from a friend of his, where if you wanted to lure someone into a sense of strong friendship or a greater bond, then cut them subtly before making it quite obvious that you're healing over the wounds. Jason wasn't in the mood for this. It was bad enough to watch a pathetic male coo and desperately swoon over the jock, but if he was expected to get into some kind of threesome then it would be tough...

"So why exactly am I here?" He asked bluntly, ignoring Ross now altogether and looking towards the fidgeting Rottweiler. Brad seemed uneasy to answer directly,

"I think you know why..." Even Ross seemed a tad unnerved, and he plucked with delicate fingers at invisible strands of fluff that had attached themselves to his clothes.

"No, I want to hear you say it. I want to know exactly what you expect me to do." He knew he was being abrasive, but he really wasn't in the mood any more to tolerate a guy like Ross, or even to be in the same room as Brad right there and then. He couldn't place why, but something about the situation made Jason really bitter towards the Rottweiler, like a great sense of something akin to betrayal. Why he felt as such, the fox couldn't say for sure. Neither of them were in any kind of committed relationship, and to be fair Jason had kept a relative distance between him and the dog for the sake of not ruining anything that had begun to grow from a one night stand - or at least, what Jason had assumed to be a one night stand. What if Brad had wanted more after that, a feeling he hadn't counted on developing? Brad had certainly reached out more often enough over the past few weeks, but as per Jason's rules the fox had kept him away. Was he now feeling jealous of all things that Brad had found someone else perhaps to satisfy the desire of male flesh? I mean, nothing was quite so definite, but it was steadily becoming to look as such...

"Well, you see, Ross and I... We made out at the Halloween party... neither of us expected it to happen, but it did and we've been chatting since." A flash of guilt went behind Brad's eyes, and it went unseen by Ross but was noted by Jason. The fox said nothing of it, and the Rottweiler continued, "Anyway, we were hoping to move to the next level, but thing is... It's Ross's first time, and he's nervous about it all so I figured maybe we could show him the ropes...?"

Jason could have punched the dog right in the jaw for being so stupid. Nobody would want a threesome on their first time if they were that nervous. It was an idiotic thing to agree to; the mounting pressure of pleasing not one but two guys is very nearly crippling to someone's consciousness, and that the first time is an intimate act always purported to be something special, and only to be shared with another, not two others. Brad had been duped into agreeing to a threesome in which Ross got all that he wanted and managed to show one up on another close enough to Brad to be comfortable enough sexually to take part. The fox had to hand to the snow leopard - he was good.

"Would you do it...?" Ross asked quietly, seemingly innocent and sweet to the dog, but his tone oozed of malicious intent towards the fox that only he could read through the subtle lines, "You don't have to if it bothers you..."

"No," Jason said, staring firmly on Ross, "I'm up for a challenge." He wasn't sure how it was going to work, but he was certainly going to try and deliver one up on the leopard. He couldn't be trampled all over as though he were some degenerate. "Let me start..."

Jason took the first move swiftly before anybody could complain, dropping his jacket to the floor and slipping his paws up under the loose hem of the wife beater Brad wore. His paws sought out the soft nubs on his chest, tweaking them rather eagerly between his fingers until they were hardened and pronounced. Hungrily, Jason latched his lips onto the Rottweiler's, his tongue darting to meet with the others, kissing passionately whilst Ross watched on. The fox had taken the element of surprise, so now anything Ross did would automatically come off as amateurish or clumsy. It gave him a slight sense of misshapen satisfaction to know he'd already gained the upper hand.

But it didn't last long. Ross had the perfect opportunity; whilst Jason and Brad carried on with their kissing, swapping saliva messily and with heavy tones of groans, he knelt down, pulling off his polo shirt to reveal the slimmer and frailer looking chest of his own. He nuzzled his stout muzzle into their crotches, sticking his head right into the sweaty gap, inhaling the sharp scent of leather and musk. The leopard visibly shuddered, and Brad seemed to grunt as Ross's whiskers brushed over the bulge in the Rottweiler's sweatpants. Jason huffed, holding back a whine as his thong was unbuttoned by the steel clasp at the back, letting the leather fall away to the floor and leaving him in just his chaps. His ass and sheath were now exposed to the lukewarm air of the bedroom, and he shivered as Ross's paw slid up over his balls, rolling them gently before slipping round to feel along the cleft of his ass. Instinctively, Jason lifted his tail out of the way just as he pulled off Brad's vest, leaving him bare-chested and growling dominantly at the sight of two submissive males at his mercy.

Ross didn't just stop there; he wet one finger to push into the fox's hole that he'd found between the bubbled cheeks and let it creep back to enter him slowly. Jason pressed himself against the bulk of Brad, his hips surging forwards only to bury his groin against the leopard's face. His cock had begun to poke free from his sheath, the tip dribbling already as he found himself being used by someone he had taken to be quite passive in the bedroom. But nor did Ross stop there even; the fox watched however with unquenchable envy as Ross pulled down Brad's sweatpants to let that bulge flop free. He bit back a whine when he realised the Rottweiler wasn't wearing any underwear, and so the already hardening bludgeon swayed freely, throbbing already with a darkened red and slick and shiny. Ross cooed, clearly happy that his goal was so large, and lustily he opened his mouth and began to suckle on the side. Brad grunted, deepening his kiss with Jason for a moment before he had to let go, leaning his head back and groaning towards the ceiling. Jason tried to hide his miserable frown, discontent that Ross was ruining a perfectly good make-out with just a simple few licks to the dog's dick, but he set himself about finding some other task. He was sure Brad would see sense sooner or later, so he'd just have to bide his time.

Ross focused on Brad more than Jason; it seemed intrinsic with leopard's lust to go with the male who packed the bigger punch - incidentally the one that both arguably more submissive males wanted. But only one would get it and it wracked Jason to figure who would ultimately be getting the pleasure first and foremost. What annoyed the fox more though was not this ambiguous deal of perhaps getting what he wanted, but rather that it was obvious Ross had lied. It wasn't his first time. He was much too skilled and adept at what he was doing to be out of his comfort zone. For Jason, when he'd first lain with a man, he'd been put off by the smells and textures; when it came to the fucking, it was by no means anywhere near his expectations. He remembered with a wary blush that he'd begged, a young stallion no less, to pull the 'damn thing' out of him for the first fifteen minutes until eventually he felt himself begin to enjoy it. Ross though... His look of glee and utter satisfaction was marred by a smug grin as he greedily took Brad's cock into his mouth. Jason's went by unattended, not that he cared. The leopard might not be a novice, but he was no expert either - there was too much teeth, too little tongue.

"Both of you, onto the bed..." Brad hoarsely whispered, pulling his meat from the leopard's maw. There was a whine of protest from Ross, but before Jason could even take up a place on the bedspread, he'd already clambered up and sprawled himself across the entirety. The fox wanted there and then to slap the feline, to have him stop being so damn selfish and to recognise this was a three-way and not a two-way-with-a-little-on-the-side. How the Rottweiler thought this would work was beyond Jason, but he was willing to persevere. If it meant the dog was happy, then he could at least be happy that they'd closed the gap between one another. Jason slid up onto the edge; perched where he could despite the snow leopard's limbs splaying themselves wide.

The dog chuckled to himself, as he stood watching over the two waiting furs stroking his member, making sure to let the slick sounds fill the air as he toyed with his knot, "Now... which to have first?"

"Me!" Ross shouted like a petty child. Jason rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, losing his mood fairly quickly,

"Pick whoever, I'm not bothered." His tone was unnecessarily icy which made Brad's confidence falter just a little. Jason refused to feel guilty though. They'd asked him to come here under the pretence that Ross was genuinely insecure and needed help. It seems like the leopard was just greedy and feigning innocence to maybe come off as more desirable - Jason was well aware of the trick which hooked most guys. Some couldn't resist the impulse of taking someone's flower.

Brad regained his composure quickly - he was much the resilient sort - and strode up to the bed. Ross was already lying on his side, prepared to turn over in the instant to roll onto his front and prop up his ass ready for pounding. Jason watched growing ever more distant from the situation as the leopard manoeuvred himself into position whilst big paws grabbed his ass cheeks, prising them apart. He would have liked for the Rottweiler to show perhaps a little spontaneity and respect for the fox, given they had some history together, but he supposed that whatever ties he shared with Ross ran much deeper - and soon a greater tie would be deep in the leopard's hole. As Ross hugged a pillow, biting into its surface as the dog began to push his tapered tip into that hole, Jason thought about leaving. Brad was already engrossed in gasping and grunting as that hole clamped tightly around his shaft - whether Ross was any better of a lay then him he'd never know, but he didn't really want to stick around to find out the bitter truth. Jason was always open to the idea of people being more skilled than him in the sack, but he hated the idea of being close friends or even just aware of any real being that proved him inferior. He looked on quite enviously as the red length sunk in between the cleft of white. It was probably a better sight to see than watching red go into orange... At least Brad would have the scene of his cock plunging in and out of warm depths.

Jason carefully rose up off the bed as Brad started up his fucking, pulling back slowly before entering the leopard again. He'd gather his things and leave quietly; he doubted his presence would be truly missed. Ross was such a handful and demanding of attention that the fox was almost certain the Rottweiler wouldn't even remember inviting him over to join them. He'd had his fair share of threesomes, and this was turning out to be one of those that ranked badly for him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Brad suddenly called out, glancing back over his shoulder whilst his hips slammed into the pearly buttocks of the snow leopard. The fox was startled, tail ducking between his legs as though he were a cub again, looking at the bulky dog powering away with his dick lodged in a hole, "Get over here. Start licking my balls and wait for your damn turn."

He could only comply; the sudden dominance in the dog was unlike anything Jason had seen from him. It was astounding to think somebody nearly his age could boast such an authority shocked him. The fox had always assumed that dominance came with age and experience, put to use through practise. Any of the forceful men he'd been with were past their primes, often bordering past that middle aged mark. Seldom had he come across anybody younger than that to wield power, and even when he had you could clearly see why. But Brad had been a jock, a cushy sportsman who had everything made for him so long as he stuck to his guns. There was no need for dominance in his life, everyone already bowed down to him and gave him what he wanted. It couldn't have been wrongly place arrogance either; otherwise Jason wouldn't have knelt down behind the Rottweiler's legs and stuff his muzzle between his thighs, suckling on his sweaty, swinging balls.

From his new vantage point, Jason got a front row seat of Ross receiving a tool Jason was already quite familiar with. He knew the sensations the leopard was going through right now. The deep punches, the unfathomable fullness, stretched beyond any normal limit... The fox could feel the phantom lurches within his own guts as he imagined, even longed, to feel Brad back within him one more. He licked and slobbered over that sack even more as he watched that knot rush up to greet the leopard's hole, but for now his rim was much too tight to even attempt any such tying. It was hypnotic to see the pink hue of Ross's hole stretch around the angry red, watching it tug and push with each slide. Jason whimpered as his paws snaked their way to his own crotch, giving himself some daring strokes as he buried his face fully against the Rottweiler's taint. That musk he'd enjoyed once before flooded his senses and brought back memories of their first night together; the dog, slightly too drunk, him, slightly too eager to bat so close to home, culminating in a hot knot-fucking the fox hadn't felt in a long time. He'd even go so far as to say it was the best, were his mind not afraid of settling down to the concept of taking a second run, then maybe a third. Jason was not a creature of habit. He liked things to be fresh and new. It's why he rejected relationships so much.

Jason couldn't resist any longer. As he heard the leopard's huffing moans and squeals from above the bed, the fox darted forward, those balls resting along his muzzle in a sticky trail whist his tongue delved for the flesh between the knot and the sheath. It was already salty and wet, and he dug his tongue in close, making sure he found all the sensitive strips otherwise ignored by most givers. Brad let out a strangled groan, shuddering as his fucking halted for a moment. It felt good that, to bring the rutting to a standstill in a perfect show of how the fox's tongue easily outdid Ross's ass, but it didn't bring it to a permanent stop. He merely delayed it, though it marked a point where Jason felt better about the situation. At least he knew he could still overpower the Rottweiler than let the leopard do all the work. It was still humiliating that he was delegated to sack duty, wanting rather to be mounted and ridden like a bronco, but that single moment of performance spoke volumes. He was sure Ross figured that as well, as his moans and whines got ever louder, either trying to bring on a climax for himself or more importantly for Brad. Jason spied the hole clenching hard, attempting to milk that cock, but the knot still had yet to go in. If history was anything to go off, Brad wasn't going to cum until he'd tied with his partner, and even then he was going to keep things on edge with his tactile knot-fucks. Ross was having some issues with taking the whole thing, making sharp, pained noises whenever the knot tried to spread him open. Jason willed for luck to swing in his favour just this once, hoping Brad would get bored and switch to him for the finale.

Something in the heavens must have heard him, as no sooner had he begun wishing it was his turn, he felt the Rottweiler shift his weight back, pulling out from the leopard's rump. There was a lewd slurp followed by a dribble of gooey lube and pre that trailed across the fox's face, the member coming to rest atop his head as Brad stood over him. Ross whined, scooting back from where he sat to pick up and stroke the still quite hard and desperate meat with one paw,

"Aw..." He said with his tone almost uncanny to that of a child, "I was enjoying that; maybe you'd want to finish first? I know you want to..." Brad growled, brushing away the snow leopard's paw,

"You wanted to go first, now it is Jason's turn," The fox tried his best not to look pleased, but if he were honest with himself he was sure he failed. Ross looked thunderous as he was dismissed, clearly unhappy that, for now at least, he would have to settle with a sore ass but no reward. Jason felt large paws grip his hips as he was lifted up onto the bed. Being made to move back, the fox was given a view of the leopard sat with his back against the headboard almost glowering at him through a veil of poorly concealed contempt. He didn't want to make a scene, he would rather just get on with it and get out of their before looks really could kill. Standing on all fours, Jason braced himself as he felt Brad's rough tongue plunge between his cheeks, finding his hole quickly and then pushing the thick muscle in. It stretched him adequately, nothing he couldn't handle, but it squirmed inside and flexed in ways he failed to anticipate, having him moan and pant hard, trying not to clench down. It took a few good licks, but soon Brad was removing his tongue and replacing it with something bigger.

The tip was the first to push in, Jason felt the Rottweiler move his weight up behind him, his knees on the inside of his legs, and then he began to feel the stretch. It was gradual at first, slow and steady, and then it began to test him, pushing him wider and farther. He might have taken it once before, but it still amazed him as to its size. Jason had been with many men, all varying sizes, and whilst Brad wasn't the largest length-wise, he gave a lot of his past experiences a run for their money in regards to girth. Despite even having taken it once before, it still pushed him beyond what he was normally capable of. Without any preparation beforehand, Jason was left to moan and writhe as he battled through the uncomfortable spreading he was receiving. It seemed as if for a moment that it wasn't going to stop, that the lack of mood would prevent him from doing what had already been done, but then he felt the fatter flesh of the knot push against his hole. Brad gave it a tentative lunge forward, checking the resistance he'd have to break, and Jason gasped aloud. That was when Ross moved in to join the fun.

Jason felt himself being presented with a barbed cock, average in length but still quite intimidating from the angle he was looking at. Two dainty paws were placed either side of his head, using his ears as thumb-holds whilst that cock was positioned against his soft lips. Just as Brad was pulling out, he felt Ross push in; one hole sucked empty whilst another filled up. Whether this was planned or not, Jason wouldn't know, all he could focus on was sucking the cock that had been offered whilst trying not to let Brad's beef tear him in two. Ross pulled out, just as Brad slammed in hard, making a huge slapping sound as his meatier balls crashed into Jason's own. He flinched, grunting around the member within his maw as the process repeated. Ross would fuck his muzzle whilst in tandem Brad would mount his ass. Already a dull ache had spread from his abdomen down his gut as that cock plunged in deep; tapping against his prostate all the while he felt those barbs tickle the back of his throat. He tried his best to deliver a good service to both lengths that ploughed into his holes, milking the Rottweiler's prick whilst he suckled Ross, rolling and slurping his tongue along the underside of his member. He had both males grunting and moaning, turning the once quiet albeit clumsy sex into a noisy rutting. Brad was the most vocal, often giving encouragement to them respectively either to take it like a good bitch or to fuck that muzzle well hard.

But the encouragement soon stopped coming, and the moans and grunts became drowned out between muzzles. Out of the corner of his eye, as desperate as Jason was to see, he could make out the two of them kissing above him, a sloppy passionate kiss where elegance was thrown out the window in exchange for primal lust. Their tongues darted and writhed against one another whilst they each fucked in turn, making Jason a quivering mess on the bed. His cock was unattended, streaking pre across the sheets each time he was rammed hard in the guts, all the while he swallowed down the pre that slithered into his mouth. He felt too full, from both ends, and now he was stuck within a triangle of the three-way, feeling heavy paws groped across him still holding him down. He would have to ride it out until one of them caved in first, but his orgasm was already swimming with a need to release. If one of them didn't come soon, then Jason might just have to bite the bullet of potentially losing his stamina and shoot first.

Ross came to the unintentional rescue, however, as his breathing became ragged. Brad was heading down the same avenue, but he had yet to tie the fox. For now it would just be the snow leopard who'd shoot. His thrusts became quicker, more erratic and shallow; ultimately resulting in him simply grappling the fox's head between both paws and power-fucking his skull into smithereens. Jason moaned and choked, waiting as Ross pushed in a final time as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing before going rigid within his mouth. There was a rush of warm ooze, surging its way into his mouth before it overflowed from his lips. Jason tried to keep as tight a seal as he could, but the leopard's volume was commendable. Soon his chin was washed in sticky white, his mouth flooded and covered in the musky tang of male cum. The fox was out of breath from such an orgasm, sucking in air as he was allowed to breathe when Ross let go. He couldn't shake the taste, no matter how often he swallowed, but he revelled in it, finding at least something good about the leopard he didn't have to be irritated by. Ross sat back on the bed, panting slowly as he stroked his spent member, watching Jason quite more and more savagely fucked with each passing second.

A weight pressed down against Jason's back as his head was pushed against the bedding, Brad's paws encircling about his armpits and shoulders, using the stance to really drive home his cock. The knot was slipping deeper and deeper inside now, a process the dog must have started whilst Jason was occupied with the leopard's deposit. He couldn't help but moan now, feeling the uncomfortable pain return as the knot was reaching its maximum, stretching him beyond what was normally stretched. He grunted, whined, and whimpered, ears laid back against his head as Brad whispered dirty things to him, nibbling along his neck. He felt those powerful hips slam against his sore cheeks over and over until resistance had to give way. He felt his hole push open so far and then slurp shut quickly, just as Brad's knot rammed inside. Jason howled cumming hard from the feeling of an overwhelming fullness that he'd missed for so long, unable to hold back anymore as his hips jerked against the bed. Brad moaned alongside him, gasping out loud as he felt the fox's hole convulse about that short stub of flesh normally unreachable. All it took were a final few pumps of his cock within those short inches until he was growling possessively, his teeth bared as he sunk them into Jason's neck softly. He made his mark on the outer skin whilst his cock marked the territory deep within his guts. Hot seed splurged through his guts as the Rottweiler came buckets, Jason expecting nothing less from the jock. He wiggled and moaned gently as that cock tried to impregnate him with puppy batter, feeling it throb with its gargantuan girth against his rim. Jason let out a sigh of content, collapsing almost to the bed as his muscles finally gave in, the whole ordeal finally over with everyone satisfied.

At least, almost everyone...

Brad was barely given a moment to recuperate before Ross was already on him, kissing him and nuzzling his chest. In fact, the leopard moved himself in such a way that the dog was forced to roll onto the bed beside the fox, forcing his cock to release itself from Jason's hole. The fox gasped and yowled as the knot popped brutally free, a surge of cum and spit spilling out onto the sheets as the plug was removed. He clawed at the bedding in the sensation of being drained so swiftly, feeling an unmistakable emptiness he wanted full again, even if for just a little longer. But Ross was granting him no such respite. With Brad's energy sapped and with the leopard still full of vigour, Jason knew he'd be further ousted by the fellow bottom given there was no commanding authority anymore. Brad simply lay there with a lazy grin on his face, eyes closed as he kissed and stroked along the leopard's sides as Ross went to work lapping up his softening cock, slurping up spent cum from his shaft. Normally that was Jason's favourite thing to do when in the afterglow of sex, but it seemed his role was quite adequately filled. He was sure that in no time at all, Ross would train himself to take the knot, and then he'd take the real thing. Brad would find a better mate with his old friend than he would with the indecisive fox.

Therefore Jason took it upon himself to finally sneak out for a successful second time, dressing quietly and quickly without so much as any protest from the two on the bed. His ass was sore, his body tired, but it was his spirit that felt most damaged by this all. He saw Ross shoot him a threatening glance before he carried on with his task, absorbed entirely in delicately licking the dog's member. Jason simply sighed, slinking out the door and clicking it shut as silently as he could manage.

Brad would be happy, that was the main thing, and Jason could return to his usual sex life. In time he'd forget, maybe he'd even get over having lost such a connection. Possibly hooking up with Brad had been a bad idea, but coming here today had been an even worse mistake. For now, it all hurt. Everything hurt.

Oblivious to the fox, within the room, through a slurred haze of spent desires and horniness, Brad mumbled to himself incontinently, his mind jumping for joy, pleased with himself that he'd managed to have such a good lay. His mumbling took form, and in his stupor he sighed happily,

"Jason..."