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“You sure about this?”

“Yeah, I'm sure.”

“Cuz like, this is really far down the line, and if you say yes, I don't think I'll be able to stop them until they're done…”

“Prince, I'm sure of it. I want this. I want all these studs to fuck me.”

All around them, outside of the fenced area, were dogs. Tons of them. The cacophony of barks, whines, whimpers, claws scraping the floor surrounded the pair of anthros, but all they could hear right now was each other.

The wolf dog grins, rubbing himself close to the other canine. The pair of anthros were practically in each other's laps, naked and cuddling on an oddly shaped table - or chair? - of sorts. Prince’s paw reached down, idly twirling the chest furs of his companion in a slow, languid fashion. “Well, good, because they all wanna fuck you~”

The wolf dog leans in, cupping the wolf's cheek, “and I really wanna watch you get fucked by all these dogs”.

Marceau blushes at that, the pair sharing a chuckle at the notion… The wolf letting out a shaky sigh when he feels that mischievous paw press up against the base of the toy in his ass. He moans a little louder again when he feels a finger dare to slip in with the knotted cock keeping him stretched, massaging his walls. “What do you think then? Think you're ready now?” the smaller canine begins to toy with Marceau's sensitive hole, teasingly. The wolf leans back into the smaller canine, closing his eyes as he openly relishes in that feeling: squeezing around a cock, feeling it on his prostate, and his rim being toyed … all felt right in the world.

But… “m- maybe not yet. I could use a little more warming up” the wolf says, his face red from embarrassment, “there's… a lot of them after all”. Prince giggles, hugging him “hey! No need to be nervous now, we'll try to take this at your place as best as we can!”. “Buuut…”

Prince holds up a blind fold to Marceau's face, “I guess we should probably get you settled in first anyway”.

“Really? That first? Why not the straps?”

“Well because it's more fun silly! Gotta just trust me, let me take the reins and get you tied down. Just trust me on this one~”

Marceau nuzzled the smaller, still blushing a bit, but nodded all the same. Already, he was getting hard at the thought, it was so close! Just had to … The larger wolf let out a soft gasp, staying still as Prince placed the blindfold over his eyes. The thick cloth felt firm on his face, and practiced fingers twisted the ends of the fabric behind him, looping it under itself before giving both ends a tug. The cloth tightened over his face a bit, “that feel good? Nice and tight?”. Marceau nodded, at which Prince took both ends and looped them under each other once more, tying the whole thing with a neat knot.

The wolf reached up, gingerly feeling the fabric covering his eyes; it let no light through, completely depriving him of his vision. His heart beat a little faster at the thought, ear twitching when he heard some shuffling around him. “Next step. Lie down on your stomach for me, big guy~” he could only hear the smaller canine now, though he could tell the hybrid was in front of him. It was strange, without his sight he realized he could hear the presence of the wolf dog in front of him, getting closer; he just barely flinched when he felt a paw hold his, guiding it down to the straps.

“Gonna strap you down now, okay? If it starts feeling like too much, don't forget your safeword” Prince said softly into the lupine's ear. The sound of his voice felt different now, enhanced perhaps, everything felt that way even. The smell of all the dogs in the room, of Prince and the light sweat he'd built working under the fluorescent lights, the cold, soft hardness of the leather wrapping around his wrist and the bite of the metal buckle on the left most of his wrist. Marceau gave the restraint a testing tug, finding there was no wiggle room for him to even jerk around… His heart beat a little faster again, the pounding in his chest felt almost alien against the smoothness of the leather seat under his belly and torso.

Another paw reached out, holding his other hand, bringing it down. The anticipation grew evermore as the wolf let himself be tied down. His erection pressed almost uncomfortably against the padding under him, rubbing so right against the grain of the polished leather… a gasp as he felt those hands begin on his feet. “Still doing okay? Want me to slow down?” Marceau just shook his head, gulping down the bundle of emotions in his throat. “N-no. Keep going, I'm good”. He swore he could almost hear the wolf dog's relieved smile, before he felt that tough restraint around his ankle. Reflexively, the lupine rolled his ankle, only to have it secured a second later, with another test to find himself truly tied down.

Just one more strap. Marceau wiggled his toes in anticipation. The feeling was immense, enough that his senses grew deaf for a moment, overwhelmed with the nerves of it all. He gasped, finding his ankle in the grasp of a warm hand… gosh, how had he not noticed before, it felt so soft against his more muscular leg. A small comfort, as it guided a comparatively cold strap around his furred ankle. The sound of the buckle as it jangled around for a brief second, before being caught mid-swing. The air around the latter half of his ankle slowly closing in, the strap making its presence very well known as it pressed snugly around his leg. That jangle again, as it was fastened, and then …

Marceau gave the whole thing a tug. Hah… hah… yeah … that was… “Real snug, isn't it? You definitely won't be getting out of that, let alone be squirming around too much when the boys start mounting you. Still okay with this?” Prince's voice felt far, worlds away in that moment. Marceau was very much tied down to that chair, held in place with no way out. His tail lifted, dildo base shown proudly to the world, his face held at just the right level.

“Marceau?”

His heart beat a bit faster.

“Marceau? You okay?”

His heart beat a bit faster.

“Marceau? Is everything alright?”

His heart beat a bit-

“Marceau!”

The wolf yelped a little when he felt that paw come from nowhere.

“Are you alright? I can take the blindfold off if -”

“No!”

Silence.

“No. It's just… just needed a moment to adjust, heh… this is really happening, huh?”

A reassuring pet between his ears soothed his nerves some.

“Yeah, it is, if you really want to still.”

“Yeah, yeah, I just need a minute…”

“Y'know… I bet I could help calm you down a little. It'll help with boys too.”

Marceau tried to cock his head to the side, but with how tied down he was, the best he could was give the barest notion of a tilt to the side.

And then a sudden nudge made him hard again.

Hips went flush against his upturned cheeks, a pair of balls found themselves nestled above his own. Not that he could see it, but he knew Prince’s strap-on belt found its place locking with the dildo in his rear, and felt the confirmation when he felt the toy shift in him. “This one's pretty small, especially for what you'll be going up against in a second here … why don't I help you loosen up a bit more before the real deal?” Prince spoke softly in his ears, making them twitch… and then him as he began to pull on the toy. “Oh Prince…” was all he could utter, feeling the weight of the smaller wolf dog on top of him, shifting backwards, pulling on the knotted toy. His hole was more than trained enough to fit the knot, even take it repeatedly, but there was still that innate desire to keep it in, if only for a little longer. Just… a bit… more…

“Ah!”

Plop.

The dogs bark around them.

The warmth of that silicone bulb rests on his rim, kissing the sensitive flesh it'd just escaped. There was no pain, in truth the toy was definitely one of the smaller ones he'd had, but it was comfortable and easy…

Maybe a little too easy.

If he could arch his back, the wolf swore he would, feeling the way that toy began to press it's way back in. It didn't take much, just a bit of pressure and the sudden sink in, that feeling of just enough fullness to be enough for a moment. Oh it was bliss.

But it wasn't really enough. The feeling began to fade as soon as it came, but the wolf would find himself in capable hands. The feeling was fading, but not before he felt the toy tug outwards again, letting out that soft wet plop as he was unknotted. The emptiness it left wasn't the worst, not especially as it barely had time to truly linger before that knot found it's way back snugly in his hole.

And so it repeated. That slow, sensual fuck, as smaller wolf dog laid atop his larger counterpart, popping that knot in and out. Every time, an elated sigh, a soft gasp, never discomfort, only comfort. And that feeling rose still. By now Marceau was getting used to noticing those details he'd miss when he could rely on his vision. The way their bodies, slowly building sweat between them, would rub and grind against each other. How Prince's hips felt almost eager to fuck his friend, even if his cock wasn't really plundering the wolf's hole. Even the subtle way the heat of metal cage added some inertia behind the backing of the whole toy knot fucking him, it felt good. It felt right.

It felt perfect.

There was no climax to build towards, no desperate bid for release, just the carnal enjoyment of letting his body _feel. _

But all good things would have to come to an end.

“Alright, I think you're ready”, Prince was pulling back all the way now. Marceau groaned at the emptiness in his rear, fully apparent now that there wasn't anything in him. “I'd say you're stretched enough, and you're certainly more relaxed now”.

“Mmnnyeah~” Marceau let his head go limp on the chair, sighing contentedly.

“We're not done yet silly. I'm gonna put the gag on now, okay? You still remember your safeword for when you're gagged?”

“Mmmnn… yeah. Two smacks on the chair leg.”

“Good boy~ How we feeling? Ready for this?”

Marceau's heart fluttered and surged… gosh… he really was. There was nothing but excitement now, his tail wagging happily behind him.

“Yeah. Let's do it~ Gag me up!”

“Heh, well, alright then.”

Marceau waited in silence for a few seconds, tail wagging languidly behind him until he felt a paw gently rubbing on his head.

“Alright, open up wide now”

The wolf opened his maw, letting his tongue flop out as well. He felt the cool metal slide under his tongue and press against the roof of his mouth. The rubber straps pulled the ring back closer to his throat, forcing Marceau to open a little wider as the straps pressed against the corners of his mouth. The jingle of another metal buckle sounded close, but it was behind him– ah … he could feel it being fastened against the back of his head, the whole gag feeling securely held in place. Reflexively, the wolf toyed with the smooth ring in his mouth, already feeling drool build up in his maw, but unable to close his mouth shut, he'd find himself dribbling drool down the sides of his mouth.

“Heh… you look so hot right now”

Marceau could only wag in response, blinded and effectively muted now.

“Alright, remember your safeword okay? You've got your first dog in a second here, you might even be able to recognize him”

Marceau's nose twitched, his ears turned to the sound of claws clacking towards him. Admittedly, that scent did smell familiar, but from where he wasn't – oh! Oh. Oh. Oh god…

Marceau let out a long, drawn out moan, practically melting into the seat when that boxy muzzle dove straight in between his cheeks, that signature long, broad tongue immediately getting to work on his loosened hole. The way it flicked in, digging deep into his eager tail hole made him squirm, and how that nose noisily sniffed and huffed, blowing hot exhales in the base of his tail! That tongue had no hesitation as it lapped away into his hole, the broad muscle flexing as it dragged along the bottom walls of his hole, before flicking up deliciously against the top and pulling back. With what little room he had, Marceau pushed back into those eager licks, and though there was barely a millimeter of wiggle room for him, the sentiment was felt and returned tenfold, crying out as he felt that muzzle push against him with insistence.

“Fuck, you look so hot with a dog eating your ass out… Recognize him yet?”

Yes… Marceau knew that tongue from the feeling alone. Big, broad, eager… demanding. He knew his anthro friend's dog was up first, the big Great Dane’s mannerisms were uniquely his. And the scent, of course, deeply masculine with his own brand of dogginess. But really, it was that tongue he remembered the most, way back when he was still a top and he'd fucked the dog. That tongue was hard to forget, the way it so eagerly sucked his cock, now it ate his ass with that same vigor.

“He's been waiting a long time for this y'know”

The tongue retreated, along with that boxy muzzle, making the wolf flag his tail with a brief frustration… only to gasp when he feels the weight of pounce on top of him. His heart fluttered, pace quickening, knowing just what was about to happen.

“Ahh!”

If he could arch his back, he would, but he was stuck in the spot… and even more so now, when those big paws wrapped around his waist. Fuck, it was so secure, so firm and tight. The way he held him, how those rough paws found purchase on the crook of his hips, those paws tightened around his hips with a grip only described as assured … an assurance that only a feral dog could accomplish as he mounted his breeding mount.

No wonder why Prince loved the feeling so much … Marceau was beginning to understand why the other anthro had become owned by his own dog now. It was this. The way he held him in place, that grip on his waist felt more restrictive than the straps holding him down.

And then he felt the poking jabs against his ass.

“He's wanted this for a long time y'know.”

Prince spoke, but Marceau could only focus on the way that cock kept trying to find its mark. Those hips thrusting so needily, that cock demanding its way in, not asking for permission, just taking it.

Marceau's eyes widened, a look of shock on his face …

Moose’s head hung right by his own, in his own doggish language he spoke…

… And the wolf gasped …

He always knew what Marceau was. He was just waiting for it to finally happen.

Marceau cried out, the cock finally finding its mark, and in a second more than half of the Dane's shaft was inside of him. Bigger than the toys, bigger than some of the guys he'd been with, it pulsed heartily in him. The wolf gasped as he could feel the visceral jet of hot pre shooting against his sensitive walls, how if only paved the way for the feral to press in more. He heard the back paws clack forward, those powerful hips now resting against his, and the knots kissing his stretched rim.

He was allowed a brief respite, but without his eyes, his other senses dramatically made that wait agony. The sensation of heat, so powerfully emanating from within him, how he could feel every throb quake his needy insides. The way it pulsed, even feeling the jets of pre travel up his shaft, only to be fired into his depths…

God he fucking wanted it.

As if sensing this, Moose obliged the needy wolf's silent pleas, beginning to pull back. He could feel how it tapered out, the sheer difference in girth felt as every little inch was pulled out. His hole quivered, clenching around that shaft, wanting it to stay, but knowing it needed to leave for him to get what he truly wanted–

Gah!! Those hips collided into him. He'd be shoved forward if not for those paws holding him in place, so he felt the whole brunt of the forceful thrust that left him breathless. Moose's paws tightened around his waist, pressing those knots against his hole, drawing a shaky moan from his agape maw. The bulbs were too big for now, but Marceau knew they'd be tied to him by the end of it, regardless of his readiness for it.

And god did he want it.

The Great Dane on his back began, and for the first time in his life, the anthro would get to feel that famous feral speed that he'd heard - and even seen - so much about. It certainly lived up to the hype too, the dog didn't give him a chance to savor that feeling, just rutting his bitch at a pace only a hound possessed could accomplish. He'd be jostled about too, if not for the straps holding him down and the dog's paws holding ever tightly on his waist, pulling him back and keeping him right where the Dane wanted him.

The way that shaft just kept pounding into his prostate, making his own cock rub into the seat, how its girth made his hole stretch so deliciously, the wolf would arch his back if he could. But instead, breathy open-mouthed moans would compliment the jets of pre being sprayed liberally into his depths, and frantic presses against those thin-furred hips as they collided into his upturned rear were all the wolf could manage. Not that they weren't appreciated, of course, as the blinded wolf would feel the feral Dane's head lower down next to his, his hot and humid breaths blowing into his ear, a gentle lick on one of his ear tips making him flick them about.

And then promptly yelping as he feels Moose bite down on his scruff. Oh those paws held tighter on his hips, drawing that shaft closer, every thrust pushing the bulge in his belly against the smooth leather of the chair. With a harsh thrust, the wolf cried out, drool flicking about in the air as the first of the Great Dane’s knots pops in, the smaller of the pair still leaving the anthro in a breathless daze. It's not left in for long though, even as the needy wolf squeezes down on the bulb, he finds that he's not in control here, it's Moose's call, and right now the dog wanted to feel that tight rim stretching around his knot over and over. Marceau was shaking, gasping, clawing against the legs of the chair he'd been strapped to as the dog on his bag pulled his knot out. If not for the prep earlier, he'd be in some pain here, but as stretched as he was, the anthro wolf was treated to repeated bursts of sudden fullness, the pop of bulbous knot making him squirm as the rest of the shaft punched suddenly into his depths. Sparks of pleasure, brought only by way of being tied and constant pressure on his pleasure spot left Marceau limp and drooling, unable to respond to the brutish dog's pounding beyond clenching around that tie… and it was only the first of his set.

Marceau's tongue lolled out from the ring gag, streaming a line of drool as the last dregs of resistance were pounded out of him by his four legged benefactor. Every knotting made the wolf drool a lot more, drivels of his saliva pooling in his mouth run down the corners of his maw, matting his chin as he laid on the chair, helpless to the dog's breeding. It was all he could do really. Stuck as he was, tied down to a chair and to the dog on his back, blindfolded and held in place as those hips rapidly ground into his ass while that fat knot loosened his hole with every thrust. Every time those paws pulled back, the fat bulb popped in, drawing a soft moan from the wolf. Every pull out made an increasingly lesser plop, until it was going in and out of his hole with barely any resistance.

Then, there was just the matter of the larger knot.

Marceau had seen the Dane's set a few times, an especially close look once when he laid the feral on his back, holding his hind legs as he bred that tight hole. In between those thighs was a massive sheath scrunched up, and an even larger shaft to boot. It had all the best features of a canine, that tapered tip, thickening around the midway point before it tapered down again… that led to not one but two bulbous knots. The first, now lodged in his hole, grinding his prostate to dust, was daunting enough, but smaller of the pair as the one behind it had all the size of a true bitch breaker a shaft like his should have. And now, that very knot was pressing against him, demanding entry.

But the anthro was far too relaxed to be worried. As his mind melted in bliss as his prostate was constantly grounded into, he knew the Great Dane would have his way. Moose always got what he wanted, and Marceau knew he'd be more than happy to satisfy the dog.

The second of his knots was already pressing against his rim, so loosened that with every insistent thrust, the larger knot dared to sink in a little more. Each press left the blindfolded wolf a little more hazy, arching his back into it every time. He couldn't help himself, not really anyway, not with how claimed he felt in that moment. Nothing else mattered, as his tongue lolled out and drool dribbled down his open maw, his hips possessively clutched by a pair of scratchy eager paws, and a massive panting dog head blowing his hot breath into his ears, tickling the increasingly sensitive furs with every billow. Every threat, the slight stretch wider as that bulb demanded entry lit that ache in him. It burned just enough to make Marceau need it, long for it, become addicted to that expectation of the next press, pushing that knot a little harder on his needy tail hole. A long, drawn out whine escaped his held open maw, and he could feel the Great Dane flick his own tongue into his mouth, as if a comforting word to ease his heart, he'd get it soon enough. The dog just wanted to draw this out, really savor it.

Because when it finally happened…

When that knot would reach its apex…

At the widest point, where his hole screamed as it stretched millimeter after millimeter of aching goodness…

And then…

That lurch.

Marceau cried out as he felt the dog thrust, at the widest point, with only one way to go, his knots fully sunk in. The massive presence overwhelmed the anthro, who quaked and shuddered, thrashing in his restraints as the dog above him began his wild thrusting again. Gods above, how powerful it felt! Like a punch to his insides, the twin masses shifted around in him, grinding his prostate between them that sent the poor wolf careening over the edge of bliss, but unaware to feel it over the surmounting sensation of domination forced on him through sixteen inches of feral cock. The huffy Great Dane bit down on his scruff, paws tightening on his waist, those powerful hips already so close to him slammed harder into him with that last inch he had. They plowed at breakneck speeds, the desperation of an impending climax mixed with the need to breed his bitch made Marceau shudder with waves of submissiveness, feeling those balls slapping his own pair begin to tighten up…

… And finally clenched up, powerfully throbbing against the anthro's taint and own set of balls, really showing how much more dominant the dog was over the wolf. Marceau, for his part, could only weakly lay there in the Great Dane’s grip, open-mouthed whining as his body shuddered against the heavy dog on his back. He could feel it all inside him, how with every throb of those balls, the thick gouts of seed would run down the length of the feral’s shaft, fired with such strength into his willing depths. The heat built up immediately, warmth blossoming in his bowels, the wolf squirming under the dog as the sheer volume of seed began to overwhelm him. Breathy whines escape from his agape maw, only accentuated by the louder pants muffled in his fur as the feral on his bucks his hips wildly. The throbs of every shot shoot up his spine, sending submissive pleasure through his body, knowing he'd taken that first step to letting a feral own his ass. The pair of dual knots kept it all locked in, not a drop of cum would escape around them, and kept the anthro's belly swelling slowly as every pump of cum added more to the sea in his stomach.

This was bliss.

The feeling of possessive paws in a death grip around his waist, never letting go of his bitch while he filled his toy.

The jaws biting down on his scruff and letting him know who was in charge.

The massive cock and knots deep inside him, filling him with potent seed.

Marceau shuddered as he came again, allowing himself to fully submerse himself in that feeling. It was wholly encompassing, a feeling of comfort, of safety, of being so very belonged. The feeling of complete surrender, allowing himself to feel the sensations forced on him, knowing he had to trust his feral counterpart to know every part of his body and give him that satisfaction, and the Great Dane not only succeeded in that, but masterfully gave him everything he wanted and more that he didn't know he needed.

Marceau slumped down, collapsing under all the sensations overtaking him while the dog on his back finally came to a halt. Then came the next kind of comfort, a feeling of claimed, of being so attached to someone, being their satisfaction as much as they were his. It was cozy. The wolf would close his eyes if it meant anything, but the blindfold still kept him keenly without sight … but that was fine. All he needed to feel was exactly what he was given.

The moments passed in silence, save for the shared panting between the two canines. All other noise was nothing in that moment, just Marceau and Moose mattered. The throbs were beginning to subside, the knots still locking them in place, but now Moose rested on the anthro's back as he happily painted above him. The wolf could feel drivels of drool dripping onto his head, but he didn't really mind in that moment. He smelled worse anyway, very much smelling heavily of dog and sweat, but it was a comforting blend of masculine scents that kept him in that hazy reverie. At least, for a little while longer anyway.

But soon enough, the cacophony of assorted barks and whines and various other sounds the kennel made returned to him, and the anthro remembered where he was. He was still there, in the kennel in the outskirts of town, surrounded by dozens of dogs…

… All still waiting their turn.

… The need began to rise again. Marceau wasn't done just yet… and he was still very much in need of more poundings. The Great Dane on his back seemed to sense this too, giving him a massive lick on his head, before turning around and dismounting. There was a groan of discomfort as he felt the giant shaft in his rear spin around, now kept in that classic post-tie pose that ferals were so famous for. Admittedly, there was something kinda hot about being ass to ass with the dog that had just fucked him silly. If he weren't completely strapped down, he'd - o-oh… oh.

Oh!

The wolf gasped, a glob of his drool running down the corners of his mouth as he felt the telltale signs of another filling under his tail. But this time, it wasn't thick and heavy seed, meant to breed a bitch under his strong paws, but rather thinner, wetter… more fluid. Marceau dimly thought it was a wonder that he could feel the stream spraying directly into him in spite of how full he was already, but of course he could. Moose was a prime specimen of a stud, of course the dog’s stream of piss was as strong as he. It was only fitting then, as he laid there, accepting the feral's mark in him, accepting the claim the dog was putting on his ass for all to see. Marceau let out a long whine as the hot piss filled his hole, adding itself to the pool of cum, all stirring inside his bowels, a veritable sea of claim that this dog had implanted in him. The raunchy idea that a feral could do this to him made him blush, - he gasped as he felt the tugs.

Oh god, he was gonna pull out. The wolf wanted to clench down, keep the Dane in a while longer, but the dog was stronger, the tugs managing to pop the larger of his knots out. A flood of cum ran down his taint before the second of his pair caught the rim of his hole, plugging him again, if only for a brief moment. The wolf only has a moment to be overwhelmed by the intensity of the first knot being freed before the second, albeit slightly smaller, knot pulled itself free, the shock of the tie being undone so suddenly sent waves of ecstasy through him, even forcing out another jet of cum from his forgotten cock under him …

A waterfall of fluids poured from his hole, no longer tied to the dog on him meant that all that cum and piss poured into was free to run out and down his legs, staining his already matted fur. The warmth in him was now running down his taint and balls, the heat of it all making him shiver as it drenched his fur. He realized, on top of all that, the Great Dane wasn't done yet, still pissing all over, that is until he felt it splattering all over his face. The anthro instinctively raised his muzzle, allowing the stream to catch on his outstretched tongue, tasting the acrid piss with hints of seed mixed in. It was strong, bitter, almost savory in a way, a flavor that, as soon as he got it in his mouth, the wolf couldn't get enough of …

And thankfully, the Dane was all too happy to share, shuffling ever closer until he just outright shoved his still cum covered shaft into the anthro's held-open maw, allowing the wolf to indulge in the aftermath of their coupling. He could taste and feel it all on his tongue and throat, how massive that shaft truly was to be stretching his mouth wider than the restraint holding it open, the seed on his length thick and rich, the taste mixing with the piss streaming against the back of his throat. His nose was pressed up against the bare skin of the dog's underside, where sheath met stomach, a hint of sweat amongst the comforting aroma of dog scent keeping his mind fuzzy in the afterglow. Deep breaths, allowing himself to indulge in that comforting smell of dog interlaced perfectly with masculine pheromones while his lips pursed lightly around that thick shaft, Marceau laid under the Great Dane, drinking in every drop of his liquid mark as he slowly recovered from that mind blowing rut he'd just went through. He could still feel the slight ache under his tail, the sense of emptiness starting to creep in as runny dog cum ran down his taint, though not for long. For a brief second, the wolf was pulled from his reverie, reminded of the world around him when he felt another set of paws around his waist, gentle and soft, but certainly firm in their intent. A soft shaft slid into his used hole, drawing a slight grunt from the lupine, realizing his fellow anthro was sidling up behind him, slipping in his strap-on to plug his hole. Sharing a soft grin, Marceau relaxes, allowing himself to be knotted by that invading toy while his tongue flickered out and met the other’s as he serviced their shared stud together.

Even as the Dane’s stream ended, leaving the last drops of bitter savory urine on the wolf’s lips to savor, Marceau found himself getting lost in servicing his feral stud. That cock that had just thoroughly fucked him felt so much different on his tongue… The length, the heft… the smell! He couldn't see it still, not with his blindfold still covering his eyes, but that made it all the better. All of it left to his imagination, and now his experience having felt it in him. The wolf practically swooned as he allowed himself to fantasize the shaft on his lips, being shared between him and Prince. It felt amazingly sublime, forgetting the world for a while, just acting on pure instinct, doing what felt good, what felt right. Allowing his body to take charge, to follow the length with his tongue, to explore under that furred sheath, for his lips to feel the fur on those hefty balls. To share a lewd kiss with his fellow anthro, swirling the lingering taste of piss and pre between them, all while his hole was kept ready with a toy that was just big enough.

It was bliss.

But, all things needed to end. Eventually, he felt the Dane shift above them, padding away, satisfied with the attention he'd received. The air about him felt slightly chillier now, without the heat of the feral dog lingering above him, just the smaller anthro canine behind him to keep the heat. But even that would leave, a wet pop and grunt from him as the knotted toy left his sloppy hole, some of the dog's cum leaking down his rear once again. For a second, the wolf forgot he was strapped in still, and attempted to get back up, only to find the restraints still fastly tightened on him.

And then came a voice.

“Alright… think you're ready for the main course now?”.

Marceau blinked under his blindfold. Right. There was still a whole kennel of dogs left. Moose was just his warmup…

The sound of all those randy dogs barking and yipping eagerly around him came back to focus.

Oh god.

There was still a whole kennel…

Marceau gulped.

And his tail raised.

Hole clenched, remembering that feeling of a shaft plowing him.

His cock got hard again.

The wolf nodded.

…

…

…

And then the paws were on him.

Marceau let out a gasp, which only let his opened maw be stuffed by a furred sheath. Muffled, but eager, the anthro lupine let his tongue flop out under the feel of that furred sheath, already eagerly humping away at his face. Those paws wrapped around his chest, pulling himself tightly into the bound wolf's face. Another set of paws found his hips, wrapped in that telltale vice around his waist. The thrusting of something sturdy, spurting against his hole was all he would feel from that dog. The pair above him, panting with suppressed need and desire, unspoken yet brimming with intent. Marceau braced himself.

And then they found their mark. Together, the duo speared their plaything, cocks finding their targets. Maw and tail hole stuffed, with nary a second to adjust, but that was okay. The pair was nowhere near the size Moose was. In fact, despite their already frantic fucking, to the wolf, it felt natural, easy, like they always belonged. The wolf sighed as he laid limp, letting the dogs do their work. Frantic thrusts pounded fur into his face, the smell heavy of canine in his nose. The shared throbs on his tongue and under his tail, as the two ferals sprayed pre into their bitch with every thrust. Their sheaths would bunch up against the wolf as they pressed in, letting him feel every inch they could press into him. With what little space he had, he pressed back, eager to get as much as he could.

And he'd be rewarded with their knots, just big enough to jolt him with a burst of pleasure. Tying to the anthro already, having waited so long for their turn, the dogs reached their climax in minutes, pressing up against the helpless wolf as they bred him nice and deep. From both ends, Marceau was filled with that warm gooey thickness, spreading deep into him. But once wasn't enough.

The pair dismounted, and another found their place soon after. Again, he was filled quickly, those feral canids needed to breed their bitch as soon as they could. Too long they waited their turn. Too hot was the show the big Dane gave them all. Too eager was this anthro wolf to give them what they wanted.

Marceau was slowly losing himself again. The constant jackhammering thrusts, punching his prostate several dozen times a minute, making his cock bounce under him flinging pre all around as he allowed himself to be a stress relief toy for those canines. He would have to thank Moose later for the warmup, otherwise the wolf would've long since been worn out from the pairs of dogs using him. Instead, every canine that mounted him and slid into his sloppy holes he found just comfortably big, enough to satisfy that itch in him, but just barely enough. And when they'd stop and tie, thats when he'd get that feeling he craved. The satisfying bulb popping, making him feel good and stuck and claimed… especially once they started to throb and pulse, shooting their seed into his depths. It was an itch that needed scratching so bad, and it would take several pairs for him to finally get off from being used. But by then, the wolf lost himself in the haze, blissfully enjoying the panting animals on his back, all the more happy to flag his tail and flop his tongue for the next set of canines. At this point, he looked forward more to the feel of paws tightening around him, especially when they tied. It was then that they gripped especially hard, in that way only a feral hound could that tickled that part in his brain so nicely. How they’d hold that, hold him in place, as close to them as they could while their shafts pulsed on his tongue and in his hole. Their knots pressing in all the right ways, locking in what seed they'd dump in him, only to pop out with ease when they finished. He'd clean them off if they cared, but it wouldn't be long before the next set of dogs came up.

And then the next.

And the next.

And the next.

And the next…

It would be hours into the night that things finally wound down. The last pair of dogs (or last that was finished having their fun) dismounted off of him, leaving him gaping a little. By then, Marceau was fully out of energy, just laying there limply, a thick string of saliva and cum running down his panting tongue. He felt a mess, completely and utterly, drenched in thick sweat and layers of him. No part of him felt dry, not especially down his taint and the inside of thighs, especially thick with countless loads having ran down his legs.

Not that he minded, or even had the mind to care. Marceau was well worn out, somewhere between consciousness and dream-like stupor, the hours having ecstasy pumped and pummeled into him making him feel like mush. Even when the blindfold was lifted off his eyes, the lights blinding him after being kept in the dark so long, Marceau hardly cared. He wouldn't budge, even as his restraints were undone.

Prince kneeled down in front of him, coming down to eye level with the lupine. They were both a sight to behold, the only anthros in a kennel of dogs, both completely drenched in cum and piss, stinking of high heaven. Yet the wolf looked undeniably worse for wear, having taken the whole lot of dogs, some more than once. He laid in his own and countless others’ fluids, slickened on the leather surface of the custom made chair that propped him up this whole time. Prince smiled softly, taking the wolf up in his arms, or as best as he could anyway. The wolf weighed more than he, especially now with that slightly rounded stomach, sloshing a bit with seed and piss. He had half a mind to stick his muzzle up there and start drinking it out, both to soothe his friend's sore insides, as well as wanting to get a taste of that mess… but that would have to wait. Maybe tomorrow. For now, he dragged them over to the pile of sleeping hounds, chief among them was his Great Dane. Moose lifted his leg up as the two approached, letting his anthro pets lay down there, resting their tired heads down with his member between them. The smell was still rich, but now it was comforting in a different way, one that let the pair of anthros close their eyes and drift off into a well earned slumber, amidst the pile of thoroughly satiated hounds.