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As Max lounged upon a deck chair, watching a small crew mingle around a pool, chasing a slender fox to and fro as they made successive shots, he wondered to himself in the beating sun what exactly had led him to this moment. Sure, he'd always had an interest in porn, but usually all that meant was that he sat at home, dick in paw greased up and getting jacked off aggressively whilst some bitch moaned on screen. Anything floated his boat, really, but never for a second had he considered that for once he'd actually be a star in such a film.

Being brutally honest with himself, it had first been at the adult toy store. He was looking through the latest models that Kaiser Studios had brought out and particularly taking an avid interest in 'The Gaper', a unique looking plug-like thing that was hollow all the way through; whilst he wasn't entirely in the mood to laden himself up with bottles of lube, accessories and toys for the evening's entertainment, a small advert taped to the cashier's till had caught his eye. He only noticed it thanks to the tell-tale crown logo for the studios. It was calling for good looking males aged from eighteen upwards to come audition for potential roles with prospects of contracts if they were popular when sales came about. Max liked to think of himself as an attractive male - many had certainly passed positive comments on him commanding a very daddy-type figure - and made the spontaneous decision just to give it a go. He sent some pictures of himself to the email listed and waited. Not a day later had the reply come through asking him to turn up to this address, wearing simple clothing and having not eaten any smelly food or drinks in the past twenty-four hours. Now he sat waiting still, clean minty breath and freshly conditioned fur, as his co-star made his final separate shots.

A mutt, who now leant across the rail of the decking, squinted out across the yard as the photographer took the last few cover snaps that would later be uploaded to the website and plastered across the film's cover. It was incredibly lucky that the male scripting and directing the film just so happened to be a friend of Max's, having met before and made an agreement together - it was apparently this relationship of Master and Slave that had prompted Martin to push through Max's application and instantly put him into one of his films. His reputation honestly preceded him, and whilst he would have loved nothing more than taking another tap at the male's ass, knowing full well what he had hidden at his crotch, he was here instead to bang the fox who was now preparing himself for the next scene.

"So what exactly am I doing?" He spoke aloud, drawing the mutt's attention away from the poolside where the fox wandered,

"Well, we're going for the father-son type deal, except of course he's not your son; he's your neighbour's son. Just try and go for the big daddy sort of role and improvise where necessary." That's what Max feared most. It was the idea that he'd have to somehow make everything up as he went along. It'd probably end up looking ridiculous on camera. Martin didn't miss the anxious expression etched upon his face, "I wouldn't worry though. Noah's a professional and he's done countless of shoots. If something starts to slip, he's been informed to switch to power bottom, as the story can be altered so that he's the forward boy desperate to fuck his hunky next door neighbour." Max could only nod, though inside he had to admit he was a little nervous, "Trust me you'll be fine, if past performances are anything to go off..."

Noah stepped up onto the decking, his paw running along the smoothed polished rails as he addressed the two furs,

"Are you ready for the next part?"

"As I'll ever be."

The fox just nodded, striding up onto the decking and looking to Martin, who began to coordinate the crew for the next scene. Noah took up a seat on the adjacent deck chair, waiting for the cameramen to gather up around them for the next shot; it didn't take long, but it gave Max a chance to really take in his partner for the next hour or so.

Noah was by all accounts a typical fox. Though his fur was perhaps a little lighter in colour than most, he didn't lack that iconic orange hue with black and white patterning. His body was slender, without barely an ounce of fat upon his bones - something which made the two differ quite a bit. Whilst Max found it easy to maintain his build as a decently sculpted guy with a fair gut, he had to wonder how difficult it must have been for the fox to keep his lithe physique. Whether it was through brutal exercise or plain old starving and eating healthy scraps, he wouldn't know, but he sure if he wanted to - or even needed to - he could overpower Noah easily. Still, the male had a very handsome face, and compared to Max he was quite young. He'd been in the industry for a while, so he was particularly concerned with fucking a new recruit, but it didn't go amiss that he was working with someone who was considered to be a 'veteran' at his art. That was something that did cling to the Pitbull's mind. He'd slept with younger, naturally, but Noah had been doing this for years and had a big enough reputation to be acknowledged as talented by his peers, despite being only twenty-three.

"Max, we're ready whenever you are."

The Pitbull took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to follow. No acting would be necessary, not really, but still he wasn't quite used to being on camera just yet. He was growing accustomed to having so many people watch on impassively whilst he flirted and would now fuck another in front of them all.

"You done with the pool, boy?" Max said, trying to accentuate the natural southern twang he possessed. According to some of the other crew members, manly southern guys were a real hit in this line of work. Noah switched from an indifferent actor to the role he was to emulate, even fooling Max as he put on his best innocent boy persona, acting all naïve to the fact he was about to submit to a greater male.

"Yes sir," he blushed, paws crossed in his lap, exactly how a polite gentleman might sit, "I've finished all the chores you had me do."

"Including the last one?" It strayed away from the script, but Max felt like throwing Noah a curveball to see how he'd react. At least this way he would know for sure that if they did encounter difficulties later down the line, the fox could improvise and take charge. Some of the crew looked at one another confused, some even grabbing a copy of the thin script to glance through to double-check the lines. Noah, unlike them, did not falter though,

"Which last one, sir?"

"The one where you give me a footpaw rub," he said in his sultriest, dirtiest tone he could. Noah, to his credit and much to his reputation, blushed even harder. He could see the male bulge slightly in his shorts. "Why don't you take off your top too? It's mighty hot, wouldn't you say?"

Noah did as he was told, for if he denied the dog right on camera it would make for poor content, regardless of it being a mere suggestion. He picked at his loose fitting tank top, lifting up the drenched clothing until it revealed his soft chest and flat stomach. Max groped his crotch and licked his lips whilst the fox couldn't see; not for show, just because it always revved his motor whenever he had a male strip for him, be it muscled or tween-like. He stealthily put his paw back to his side when the fox opened his eyes again, though it was entirely unnecessary. Had Noah seen him groping lewdly, it wouldn't have mattered. He still would have had to get down and rub the dog's footpaws as the people watching would know there was some dirty chemistry going on between them. Not the boy-meets-girl kind of romantic chemistry, but the sort where the fox was undoubtedly going to end up getting his tailhole reamed and fucked full of Max's puppy batter kind of chemistry. The Pitbull watched as the male went for his fly, unzipping his shorts and letting the now slack waistband go, the denim garments falling to the floor revealing a rather skimpy G-string underneath. It hardly contained the fox's sheath, as average as it was, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Max didn't have to squint to see the outline of the boy's sheath and balls pressing out the thin material.

"I only said your top, boy."

"I guess it's hotter than I thought then," he replied, quick off the bat. He sounded perfect for the role; young, innocent, and totally into him. Max wondered whether maybe this wasn't him just acting and he truly desired the male. If he could have the mutt who wrote and directed this squirming under his gaze, then he could make the fox do it too.

He stared at the vulpine as he sauntered around where the dog sat, moving to the furthest end so that he could kneel down and be right at his footpaws. Max watched over his gut, keeping his eyes trained on the fox as he took the first footpaw into his grasp. He rubbed his thumbs hard over the male's pads, working at the pads and digits individually to massage away the tension and knots in his ligaments. Max shifted on his chair, moving into a more comfortable position to leer down at the fox, smacking his lips in hunger as the smaller male worked his footpaw over. The smell must have been overwhelming, a deadly cocktail of heat, sweat, and grime. Whilst it was normally in the Pitbull's interests to have his footpaws rubbed like Noah did to his now, he found himself oddly aroused by the scene. Maybe it was just the fact he had a boy to bark orders at without any fear of mutiny. Noah had to do exactly what Max wanted, regardless of how humiliating or shameful it might be. The dog imagined demanding the fox to shove his muzzle deep into his footpaw, breathing in his stink... But why imagine when he can just do?

"Get your mouth in there boy, I want the full deal!"

Noah obliged. How could he not? His wet nose pressed up against Max's dainty digits and he took a big whiff of the scent, his body shuddering upon the exhale. Behind him, his bushy tail flicked from side to side in an edgy state whilst he parted those timid lips, pink tongue darting out and lapping across the sole. Max felt the muscle slide along the roughness of his footpaw, resisting the urge to squirm at the ticklish sensation. The fox seemed to moan and close his eyes in ecstasy as he sampled the sweaty musk of the dog's footpaws, tongue pressing between the toes, working along every crease and wrinkle of flesh as though seeking out every morsel of the taste he could. He treated it as though it were a fine meal, which startled the Pitbull, watching him enjoy himself in seeming euphoria, taking each toe individually between his lips and suckling upon them as though they were all miniature cocks, all aligned for him to lick and worship. Max groaned when he felt that tongue run across the arch of his sole, practically coating every inch available in a thin sheen of spit. Noah moved to the other footpaw in his own time, ignoring the camera that floated ominously over his shoulder. Max was almost startled by its appearance as he overlooked the fact he was on film. But as the lens panned to him, he was sure to return to the profile he'd been given, smiling lecherously down at his little boy whilst he suckled upon his other toes now, giving an encore for his excellent 'footpaw massage'.

"Good lad..." he growled, one paw rubbing over his gut whilst the other propped his head up, pillowed upon his forearm, "Why don't you work on my calves now?"

Nodding, Noah moved up further along the dog's legs, paws stroking over the Pitbull's thick calves and up to his thighs. They both knew the true destination as to where this was going, but it had to be drawn out for the camera, played upon with a little acting. He watched as Noah licked his legs, moving up slowly over the muscles until he had moved to the thighs, lingering there until his nose bumped against Max's grubby briefs, sitting there in the baking sun as he'd watched the fox go about his chores much like any sleazy neighbour would. Noah blushed, feigning innocence and naivety for the camera. It was Max's time to shine,

"Go on boy... What are you waiting for?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"You think I ain't been seeing you like the peeping tom that you are? You think I don't know you're watching me, whacking off furiously as you see me walking round in the nude?" The Pitbull snorted in condescension, "I eat boys like you for breakfast. You ain't new to me. But... you seem like an honest lad, so I'm giving you the choice. You give yourself over to me now, and we can do away with the whole charade, or you can get up now and go home, and I'll pay you for your services already done. But turn away now, and I won't be offering again. We won't even speak of this."

The camera was catching all the pretend drama. The fox's response was obvious, as if he wasn't going to commit now, then it was just stupid. Washing his feet, sucking his toes, stripping down? Was that all just random nonsense? Of course it wasn't. Max knew the fox's answer before he'd even had chance to utter it from his wet lips,

"I'll do whatever you want, Trevor." Max grinned. So they could finally get to the good stuff.

'Trevor' was his character; the sleazy and hot neighbour to the fox, who was apparently called 'Mikey'. Max refused to say that aloud though. It was just too childish for him to utter. He could understand why the studios had picked it, why Martin's paw had been forced to reinforce the boy persona, but it was pushing it. Instead, Noah was, at least to him, 'the boy', or any variation upon that. He preferred it also just as 'sir'.

"That's 'sir', boy - don't you forget it." He better hadn't. It was difficult trying to respond to somebody else's name, like trying to write with your weaker paw. It was just unnatural. Noah's ears flattened, just like an obedient boy's should, and he lowered his muzzle, bowing his head in a sign of submission to the dog. Max rose up from the deck chair and pulled down his underwear as he was stooped, stepping out from them and rising to his fullest height. He didn't have much on the fox, who just about clipped under him, but his natural size and stomach gave him the air of a much stronger male. The male's slimmer form belied something of weakness and servility, backed by no muscle or toned definition. To the camera, Noah was born to serve Max. The dog just pointed to his crotch with a lewd smirk, "Better get to it then."

Noah knelt down upon one knee, and then lowered the other leg so that he was level with the dog's groin. As the cameraman came around the two of them on the deck, Max could only wonder how this would translate to the screen, seeing the fox's muzzle from a new angle rather than just above, parting his lips and moving ever so slowly to his sheath and balls. His cock swelled with blood in its home, not yet hard but firming up quickly. The dog felt bad that he hadn't washed down there for a day or two, much like he'd left his footpaws untouched. It had all been at Martin's request, stating that it would build for an authentic scene if Max embodied as much of Trevor as he could. As he watched the fox's muzzle near his sheath, he tried to imagine just exactly what Noah was thinking, feeling, and sensing as he drew closer. He was a professional, as many of the crew claimed he was, so surely he would be used to this sort of thing and wouldn't mind. Sure, he'd act for the camera, losing himself to the stench of a more virile male, but he would be accustomed to such treatment, surely...

Pushing his tongue into the sheath, Max growled as he felt Noah's tongue delve into the rank contents, fishing through pre and stale traces of piss until his tip fell upon the dog's fattening length. Though he pulled a slight grimace for the camera as it lowered itself to watch the fox dig into Max's sheath, Noah was enjoying it. He coaxing the Pitbull's length free, flicking at its tip until it was sliding free and exposing itself to the warm air, slick with pre and begging to be sucked. Max put a paw on the back of Noah's head as the fox opened his mouth to take down the emerging inches, gagging slightly upon the taste just for show, slurping up the juices that had marinated the dog's junk in the what would have been hours of warm sun and back breaking labour. The feeling of an eager muzzle swallowing his thick cock was a welcome experience, the expert techniques of years of skill coming into play where Max was just an amateur. He liked to feel he could hold his own against the veteran, and he was damn sure going to try at the very least if he couldn't. His knot was the last of his cock to still be confined to his sheath as his member thickened in the fox's maw, slipping down to the back of his throat once or twice whilst he warmed up his neck. Noah made hungry, needy moans as he took Max's meat, occasionally letting it slip free from his muzzle as though by accident, letting the dog slap his dick across the fox's cheeks. His face burnt with bright blushes, embarrassment flaring for the camera's sake, but down below Max could make out the vulpine cock beginning to harden against his purple G-string, springing past the thin fabric and slipping out of one leg. Noah was getting off on being used as he was, knelt down and muzzle deep against a musky man's crotch. It was hard to think who wouldn't be, though Max was aware not everyone was into sleaze as much as he or a select few others might be.

He let the fox busy himself with working over his cock, stretching his lips to take down the knot as well when it finally popped free from the sheath, too big to remain inside and damp enough to slip out on its own accord. Max gripped the back of the deck chair for support as Noah worked his manhood over, sliding his lips across its slimy length and rubbing his muzzle into his knot, making sure to get the scent all over the fur of his face. The dog could almost imagine it, seeing men stroking themselves off at home watching this, imagining his cock to be sliding across their muzzles, to be rubbing between their cheeks, to be pushing against their holes and burrowing down, down, down...

It was difficult not to get hard at the thought of strangers getting off at seeing him abuse the boy fox. Whether it was vicariously satisfy their fantasies of having a neighbour use them like a cheap toy or to have the desire of finding a young male to submit to them so willingly and under such beneficial circumstances, Max wouldn't know. Perhaps some just liked he thought of two dudes banging each other in a variety of different scenarios. He wasn't here to question the audience though, merely to provide the content. He just pushed at the back of Noah's head each time he went to deep throat his member, pushing him down onto his crotch until that knot had slipped into his mouth, his paws groping at the man's thighs in faked resistance. But Max kept up the act, forcing Noah down harder, taking his head between two paws and beginning to fuck his face for all that it was worth, ramming his hips back and forth against the fox's muzzle whilst he just gagged and suckled upon his seedy length. It felt good to have all that power and command over a situation without needing to enforce it somehow. Unlike with Martin, no cage was needed to keep this male in place. He was contractually obligated to abide by anything Max set out. So long as the dog didn't fold, he had total control.

Max pulled his cock free of the fox's muzzle, slapping his meat across the male's nose once or twice to really hammer home the position he was in to the camera, pre smearing his fur,

"Let's see that tailhole of yours, boy."

Getting to his footpaws, Noah bent over and leant across the decking rail, letting his chest lie upon the banister whilst he held both his cheeks apart with either paw. The camera went in for a quick shot first, taking a good long glimpse of the pink pucker that lay beneath the tiniest of strings which barely held his underwear together. The dog took the initiative to just tear the thing off there and then, grabbing hold of the garment and ripping it off with only slight force, enough to have the fox yip in astonishment. That would look good for the film, certainly, having the actor get genuinely surprised at an unscripted moment. Max squatted down on his haunches, drawing himself to the fox's presented rump. He could feel the gentle heat radiating off of Noah's hole, the rim pulsing so deliciously as it beckoned him forward. He could see that over time the fox had become accustomed to anal, the hole already looking well used from must have been years of film making and personal restless nights. Max could only think of who else had gone before him, the quality of actors he'd be contending with considering he was about to join them in a long line for the master bottom.

Still, when an opening like now was within reach, Max wasn't about to be the first to decline. Immediately, he stuffed his muzzle in between the fox's cheeks, his tongue lashing out and swiping across the male's weak pucker. Noah yapped, body lurching against the rail at the sudden attack, followed by a heady moan as Max took over from grabbing his buttocks. Prising apart his rump, the dog licked and pushed his tongue deeper and deeper against the hole. Stretching over the years was turning out not to be a disadvantage but a unique opportunity. His tongue delved inside with little resistance to hold him back, to delay him from obtaining the sweet nectars. He thickened and rolled his tongue about inside the fox's rump, hints of musk mixing with stronger, more floral notes that must have unmistakably been some kind of soap. At least the boy had the decency to clean himself out in preparation for the breeding he was going to be getting. Max wanted to slicken up the passage anyway, regardless of whether Noah was skilled at his craft or not. He slathered the rim with all the spit he could muster, pushing it as deep as he could, flicking his tongue along the inner walls much like the fox had done to his sheath. He heard steady and panting moans coming from above, Noah gripping the decking rail as though his life depended upon it. Max must have been hitting something right, or else he didn't think he could have the male's cock dribbling all across the wood. Reaching up with a paw, he began to stroke Noah from behind, keeping his mouth firmly planted to his ass, milking his cock for all the pre he could. Occasionally he would release the fox's rump and lap up the juices he'd collected over his paw, before returning to kissing the boy's pucker, digging in deep to make sure Noah was making the best sounds. Faintly he knew he was being watched, but the Pitbull didn't care at this point. This story might go down well back at the club for all he knew.

Max relinquished his hole for just a moment, standing back up to his full height, delivering a sharp smack to the fox's cheeks. The flesh rippled from the hit, and promptly he let out a soft gasp of excitement. The dog was positive that it was real, that lustful, needing look burning in the back of Noah's eyes gave it all away. Sure, he might have put it on for others, but Max bet that he was getting a kick out of being treated this way by a guy who actually meant it, not unlike anybody else who they dragged in from other productions, doing what they did simply because they had to. As Noah stood back up, it was clear he wanted the canine badly.

"Please sir..." he moaned, panting as he collapsed against Max's body, paws reaching down the stroke at his cock, chaste kisses littering the male's neck, "Please, I need you inside me... I wanna be your little bitch boy."

Max smiled. He wondered if Martin would get jealous at that line.

"Well, if you're so determined..." The Pitbull sat back down upon the deckchair, swinging his legs up so that he was nice and comfortable, as though he didn't have a care in the world beneath the summer sun, "Why don't you fuck yourself on me?"

"Yes sir!"

Noah stepped across the dog's legs so that he was standing over him, looking down upon the man as he smiled, letting his eyes darken just so the camera could see that the neighbour was the sleaze-ball he had been made out to be. The fox lowered himself down, his ass descending first until his spit-soaked hole slid along the musky shaft. Max growled to himself, pinching one nipple as Noah rubbed his pucker all along his length slowly and leisurely, getting in the last tease he could before the final act. Max bucked his hips against the male's taunts, not that it did much good, but at least it was some decent filler for the film to keep the folks at home jacking their meat for a little longer and staving off frustrated orgasms.

But the Pitbull wouldn't put up with being strung along forever. After the fox had had his fun, he gave a low, threatening growl, much deeper than one of mere satisfaction, and Noah appropriately flattened his ears to the sound. Obediently, he drew his body up a final time, reaching behind him with one paw and getting a firm hold of Max's slippery member. He angled the tip to his hole, making sure they were in line before... slowly... he let himself fall back down upon his shaft. Giving out a strained moan, Noah closed his eyes and lifted his head up, his body opening up to the fat cock that was sliding into him. Max just sat back, lifting one arm up to put behind his head once again as a pillow whilst the other idly rubbed over his gut in casual relaxation, as though what Noah was doing was of no consequence to him, that it was more of a chore than a pleasure. It was anything to the contrary; Noah's hole felt amazing, wrapped around his dick like a tight tunnel. He truly was a professional and an expert at that, having honed a great deal of talent for getting guys off. But for the camera Max kept up the act, pretending to be displeased with his boy's performance,

"Go on..." he encouraged, "Ride me, boy. Ride me like you would them jocks... I bet you've taken all the team, haven't you?" Noah didn't respond, so Max leant forward, grinding his palm into the fox's sensitive cock head, making him squirm and repeating the question over and over, "Well? Are you the team's bitch?"

"Aaah!" Noah yowled, trying to writhe away though any motion he made impaled him further onto Max's crotch, the intended result both of them were wanting anyway, "Yes sir! After every game, sir!" It was all referential. The film earned more credit if it tied itself back to previous, older franchises. Being the team's bitch wasn't 'Mikey's' character, but according to the film's plot that Martin had divulged, Mikey had attended the same college. It was easy to then assume he too, like the previous guy, simply taken on the role of 'team bitch' to satisfy the jocks' stress levels.

"He-he... I bet you love getting fucked full of dicks and jizz, don'tcha?" Max continued to rub his palm against Noah's cock, unrelenting as he felt the male continue to slip further and further onto his shaft, "But I bet their not as big as me."

He gave one shove up, bucking his hips hard into the fox's ass. He covered the remaining distance easily, leaving Noah gasping for breath and squirming upon the dog's lap, groaning as his cock drooled pre into Max's paw,

"No sir, you're the biggest I've ever taken!"

"Fuck yeah, boy..."

The camera was moving round to take a look at Noah's rump from behind, the fox leaning forward to show that he was indeed bottomed out on the Pitbull. The knot was nestled right up to his rim, not ready yet to tie but soon enough... When the cameraman had gotten all the shots he needed, Noah began to bounce upon Max's lap, lifting himself up slightly before coming back down, fucking himself on the dog's prick. He would give off the odd moan, a grunt or two, whilst Max returned to his disengaged and disappointed spiel, twisting a nipple again and letting out dulled groans. It felt hot and glorious to have the fox slide on his dick, feeling those tight folds welcome him with grace and ease. He could feel himself push in a little deeper each time, the fox's natural weight and gravity working to their advantage. His hole would occasionally clench, unseen by anyone except for Max, who growled each time he felt a twitch or a throb snare at his pumping cock.

"Come on!" He yelled, unable to just simply hold back and pretend to be cool about the whole situation, "I said fuck yourself, boy!"

Noah blushed, a furious haze burning in his cheeks as he genuinely tried to do better, slamming down harder upon Max's cock and slipping up to a higher point, until only his head remained inside. He then let himself drop back down, riding the dog's cock like a cowboy, panting heavily as he exerted all his strength to do as he commanded. Noah was getting tired; something that couldn't just simply be accounted for in the film.

"For fuck's sake, turn around!"

Humiliated, Noah swivelled about on the dog's cock, the action sending shivers down Max's spine at the sensation of the swirling gut about his member. When Noah was facing away from him, he grabbed the male by the pits, bringing his arms up and under the fox's own arms and pinning him in a hold, paws clasping behind the male's head so that his arms were made redundant, left to dangle there, unable to reach his own cock or do much else. Though he struggled for a moment, Max just swung his legs over those of the fox's and then began to furiously fuck the poor boy for all he was worth. It was beyond intense, as Max was acting completely upon an improvised plan in his head. He'd never even done nor seen anything like this before, so it was a very risky move to take. But he'd committed to it, and now, whilst incapacitating Noah, he hammered his cock in and out rapidly against the fox's hole. His knot was the equivalent of a battering ram, breaking down its entry until only one conclusion could be made. The camera rushed to capture the moment, taking up the perfect point between their legs and getting up close to Max's crotch, his balls bouncing around as he slammed into Noah's ass. Just as Noah started to make delirious shouts of pleasure, his cock was already beginning to spew hot splatters of seed up his chest, something which another camera caught, but Max left it, leaving the male to squirm about in his arms as he fucked the cum out of the boy. He was more interested in getting his load off inside that tight, sucking ass the fox possessed, growling dominantly and biting the male's neck, just as he gave a firm, final thrust...

He buried his knot hard into the fox, Noah howling from the overstimulation as his gut was filled with the swelling flesh. The boiling urge of release was rising and writhing about in his balls until he could ignore it no more, finally letting loose; the fat orb tied them both together, Noah's body held against Max's gut, and he lay there limp and panting for breath as his depths were filled with thick shots of dog cum. The Pitbull continued to hump riding out his orgasm, dismissing the strained and exhausted groans of the fox until he was satisfied that every last surging drop of spooge had been emptied into the fox's ass. Still keeping the male gripped in position, Max did his second risky move of that day. Whilst normally he'd have loved to let his boy stew and simmer in the glow of climax, his bowels teeming with virile seed, he felt he needed a different tactic for the film. If Trevor was as crude as he believed, then he would most certainly do what Max was steeling himself for next.

Keeping Noah held close, he suddenly yanked his hips back, the poor fox yelping loudly as his hole was savagely ripped back open by a still thick and engorged knot. Max had no doubt he would recover, but it was still a pain nonetheless. The camera, still sitting at their crotches, caught every moment on film. Max didn't need to see what was going on, because the looks of disgust and arousal upon their faces was enough to know he'd just gave them their winning scene. He could hot cum running down his cock, which he imagined now poured freely from Noah's gaping hole, slipping all along his crack and down onto Max's groin, balls, and cock, marking the film to show that Noah truly was his boy now, ready to be pumped full of just as much seed again and again.