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Levi the old irish wolfhound nose down in Pax's crotch, the scruffy old cur working his meat with one hand, as he's tucked under the table and absolutely wrecking the poor mouse's day. That tongue, kept dextrous from decades of relentless work might as well be writing caligraphic brush-strokes along the Mouse's glans, Taking deep pulls of the enby rodent's heady musk, as he struggles, and ultimately loses himself, splattering his leather gloved hand with his spunk, mere moments before the mouse explodes in his mouth.

The two moan and thump and thrash for a second, before Russet leans in.

"You lost, oldtimer." Said the gruff bear.

There was an indistinct mumble of a reply from beneath the table, as Levi slowly gulped down the warm mouthful of his clubmate's cum.

"You heard me. I watched you blow your load about 3 seconds before Scrawny here seized like their soul was leavin' their body. And we all know the only way you can't make someone do that is nerve damage." The bear crossed his arms, "So I do hate to say it. But Pax held out long enough to win the bet, you disgusting old man."

Slowly Pax's eyes fluttered open again, their toes gradually relaxing from the tight clenched grip they'd found themselves in.

The mouse stammered for a moment. "just...just Take my fucking boot off and do whatever you want! I don't care if i won...i...ain't.."

Pax threw their hands over their head in a gesture of surrender. as the old wolfhound smiled, and slowly unbuckled the mouse's boot, claiming his prize.

"Heheh, Well if you insist, Young-buck...." The old cur stifled a hungry laugh as he started to massage the mouse's sole before planting a hungry long lick up it's surface savoring the taste of his clubmate.

Russet rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I'm getting a drink, and it's going in you later, you old pervert."

"Yell at the mirror all y'want Russet, but it wont change yer face~"

The bear flipped the two off as he strode towards the bar. Even though he knew Levi wouldn't be able to see him from under the table.

He heard Pax gasp again and the clack of the Mouse's rings as they gripped the back of the bench suddenly. Despite himself, Russet smirked, knowing full well how dedicated the old dog was. Levi was a Patched member when Russet himself had started hanging around the club, and as he recalled some of the ordeals that he'd gone through on runs, the bear found himself stiffening a little, as he recalled the taste of the old cur, god, what had it been? a decade ago? more? He didn't feel like doing the math, but, the recollection of his time out in the woods....

and how he'd jumped up when That old cur called for a probate in a tone of voice he hadn't used in a long time now...

Russet had been running, back and forth, back and forth, trip after trip, hauling beer by the case from the supply van out to the campsite, all damn afternoon. Moving cooler and case, cooler and case, back and forth, back and forth. A useless do-nothing task he'd been assigned after a patched member had asked for a beer and in his haste, he'd returned with a diet cola, mistaking one silver can for another.

It'd been hours now. and his pace had slowed from it's brisk jump, The Younger bear was growing exhausted, and thirsty, The sun was setting, and he was about to fall over. He trudged back towards the campsite, lugging the cooler and case of beer with him, as a few full patch members strode past, playfully punching him in the arm. "Don't forget the beer now!" Guffawed one of them. They stood around their bikes guffawing, before kicking them to life and roaring out somewhere, as the sun began to dip behind the tallest trees as evening set in.

Russet dragged himself the last few steps to the campsite, and set the beer case and cooler down next to the fire. Levi was there, Shirtless and stretched out near the campfire pit, arms over his head. He sat up as russet approached.

"Oh good, i was wonderin' when you were gonna come back with the beer, seems like you been gone fer ages!" He smiled, as russet felt the hackles on the back of his neck rise. The old wolf had literally watched him come and go, and come and go, for the entire duration of the task -he'd- assigned him. But Russet was the Probate here, and he struggled to keep himself calm. As that smug, shit-eating grin crawled across the old wolfhound's shaggy face, The wiry muscular physique on display, his abs visible above the tuft of fur at his crotch, his grey and white coloration almost blue in places, was warmed by the fire. Russet couldn't stop his eyes wandering, and the old dog knew it.

"siddown and kick your boots up, Probate." He barked.

Russet obeyed, and slowly set the beer and cooler down, and gratefully took a seat on the dirt near the firepit. fishing a hand into the wet slush of the cooler, which had been hard ice when he'd started his task, he rummaged around and fished out a beer, and went to open it when the wolfhound barked.

"Gimme, Probate. afore you gits one, I gotta check if you been workin' hard enough..."

Russet felt his eyes go wide in rage, his aching body was afire and he felt his lip start to curl baring his fang-

The wolfhound was directly in front of him before he realized it, filling Russet's entire field of view

"You got something to say, or you wanna re-think that look on yer face, -Probate-?" came a voice from the wolfhound Russet had never heard. Hard edged, and without a hint of it's usual cadence or timbre. The bear was momentarily surprised, and more than the fear and the indignation that welled up in him, the sight of that ashen canid's lanky body crouching down to stare him in the eyes, close enough to smell the beers he'd been moving back and forth on the dog's breath, those eyes and the dark circles around them, staring him down, The bear, felt himself growing hard.

"You wanna walk away from this, that's your choice. You wanna slug me over this shit, you go ahead and try, but somethin' tells me you'd be swinging at me to try and hit someone else, and I'm not in the business of takin' shots that ain't mine, Young-buck."

That diminutive nickname made the bear's cheeks burn.

"Now then. This outburst aside, you done gone'n hauled that there beer til' sundown, and that makes me feel like I should be able to trust you. Do I have your trust in turn?" Asked Levi, his voice's edge softening slightly, mannerisms settling back to their usual flow and syncopation.

The bear who would become Russet, took a deep breath, and Levi came with it, and the smell of smoke, and grasses, of summer sun warmed muscle. of moistened denim. and despite his shame, his frustration, and the deep seated exhaustion. he replied the truth he knew deep down.

"Yeah...I trust you..." He said.

"Good, then lemme check 'n see if you really worked hard enough. Kick yer boots off, Probate."

The bear, confused, did as he was told, trusting the old wolfhound, and removed his boots, The wolfhound sat down cross legged and taking off The bear's socks, he pressed his thumbs into the sole of the bear's paws.

The bear was slightly nonplussed, but then, after a few slow, firm presses and swirling circular rubs after moving shit without a break all day, the attention was welcome, if a bit humiliating still.

And then he felt the older dog's tongue slurp around his big toe.

It nimbly wound around his digit, and pulled his teeth ever so slightly over the sensitive warmed flesh, Russet's eyes went wide in shock, and then, slowly started to roll back in his head from the sensation, the old wolfhound pulled off the digit, and licked his teeth hungrily.

"hmmmm, yeah you taste like you've been hard at work enough alright." He said, resuming the rubbing of those broad bearpaws,

"I uh..i...ah.....I mean..i..." Russet was at a loss for words, but he looked down and so did levi, and the bear's erection filling out the crotch of his jeans made the old cur gin a disgusting smug grin, before shoving his snout right up against the bear's sole again, and breathing in the ursine's presence, his clawtips sliding up the bottom of his soles "In More ways'n one it seems."

The bear gripped the grass he lay back in, as Levi moved up, and kneeling over the bear, gently cupped the brown furred probate's crotch. "Do i still have your trust, probate?"

"Y.....yeah....." Came the bear's breathless reply.

"Look me in the eye, and say it." The edge returned to Levi's voice, the hand moved away from his crotch.

There was a pause, and slowly the bear moved his tired body back up, and too another look, the intimidating anger that had bee in those eyes was replaced with a suprising soulfulness that the Bear who would become Russet, hadn't seen before, and it puzzled him for a moment, before he understood what lay beneath it.

"Yeah....you have my trust..." The bear's tongue hung up on the last part, a word that was...heavy with connotation and he felt the wolfhound's hand gently squeeze his thigh, even as that expression didn't change "...Sir."

The wolfhound smiled again, a warm, gentle one as he leaned down, and unzipped his pants, the old dog's meat jumping out, the canid cock pulsing and throbbing, knot already starting to swell as he grabbed the bear's paws and drizzled the warm, wet precum all over their surface, his hands, clasping the insteps, and gently turning them inward as he pressed them around his cock, snorting hungrily and panting openly as he started to rock his hips back and forth, dragging the sweaty fleshy soles and pawpads over his tool, as he leand down and unzippe'd the bear's jeans and hungrily took the ursine cock in his mouth.

That last move Surprised the bear, and his arms, tired from the laborious work, gave out as he thudded into the grass with a dull thump, driving his meat even further into Levi's mouth, that tongue, whipped around, with furious hungry intent as Levi closed his thighs, and thrust, again and again, pinning russet's feet around that tool, the turgid throbbing knot starting to poke and prod at sensitive nooks and clusters he'd never realized he even had, the warm wet splurts running down to his heels, and the deep hungry swirling motion of that mouth over his cock, he felt him starting to spread the wolfhound's jaws even wider, and wider, and then suddenly, he was erupting. Pent up anger, frustration, and yes, desire, spilled out of him in a rush as his body tensed, tautness, and suddenly, The bear understood the old cur's methodology, as the orgasm made his feet and toes clench and dance spasmodically, and the horny groaning almost-laugh that came from Levi as he swallowed that load, was followed quickly by a wet sticky splash up the inseam of the bear's denim as Levi writhed and bucked again and again, his twitching 7 inch member splurting his victory all over The bear. Slowly, he pulled his mouth off of that cock, The bear started to say something but then a few quick swirls of Levi's tongue silenced him with overstimulation, as he ensured the probate's cock was spitshined. The canid slowly parted his thighs, and dragggggged his hips back, squeegeeing his own meat clean on the ursine's flesh.

"You're gonna wear me to bed tonight, probate, is that understood?"

The bear, in breathless admiration, gasped out: "Ye..yes sir!"

Levi jammed the bear's socks back on, and stood up, zipping up his pants, and stretching. There was a rumble of engines in the distance.

"Our friends're back, look alive probate get yer boots back on!" Levi Barked,

The bear still overwhelmed in the afterglow brought on by the earth-shaking intensity of what he'd just experienced, fumbled slowly with the boots, getting the footwear on with a wet squelch that, disgusted him and yet his dick oozed a little from the disgust and shame and feeling the older male's presence with him in such a perverse, lingering way. His heart still pounding, as he looked up, he saw the old dog holding out his hand, The bear took it, and slowly stood up with his help. Feeling the cold air moving over the spit on his dick, he realized he was still hanging out, and quickly shoved his meat back in his pants dressing awkwardly down his left leg, and seeing the stains on his pants, nearly came again.

The sound of engines grew closer, and his eyes darted around nervously, and then he felt Levi's hand on his shoulder, and the old cur pressed a beer into his hand.

"Good work today, Probate. I'm glad you chose to stay."

The bear took the beer, and smiled, taking a steady deep breath.

"Whatever, you're gonna have to try harder than that to get rid of me....Sir..."

"Is that a challenge, Young-buck?"

"And so what if it is?" He shot back.

The engines were closer still but for the moment the two were alone, Levi leaned in, and kissed the bear on his lips, and the bear responded in need, tongue shoving back into the mouth of the old dog, and both of them held one another there, And the Bear who would become Russet, licked the perverse taste of intimacy off the old cur's tongue.