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Aaron wasn't much of a user for these hookup apps, but that Friday night was to be an exception. The black wolf had had a tough week at his job and sorely needed to unwind, yet the idea of heading out to the bars and clubs felt like a chore. Since he didn't feel like going out, Aaron decided that instead of the usual hunt for something interesting to play with he would summon his amusements to his doorstep.

It was very easy indeed, like ordering take-out. He only had to check into his Knot'd account on his phone and change his status from 'offline' _to '_l_ooking right now'. _The wolf poured himself a whiskey and enjoyed some mindless television while he waited for the sluts to emerge, sitting back in his state of lupine relaxation.

The phone began to ping on its own accord within minutes. It appeared to the wolf, flicking his ears, that the hunting was going to be good tonight.

Aaron growled as he broke from his Alpha's reverie, brow creasing as he picked up his phone and jabbed in his pass code.

Browsing through the notifications that had come for him, he tapped them one by one with his thumb on the screen. Aaron's tail rested against the edge of his armchair and swiped about whenever he saw something interesting light up his phone and the ambient darkness around him.

Two new ones popped in even while he was dealing with the first haul of the night. Simple manipulations of his fingers grew the little photo bubbles bigger so that he could get a good look at them, along with reading any associated message that might follow. Another tap would bring him the actual profile of the fur in question, in case he wanted to do some further investigation on them. It was easy to send them into oblivion if he wished so.

The first one was a fox; there were always foxes, and this one made Aaron chortle. Without a hint of irony his display picture showed an unmistakably vulpine muzzle streaked with cum, even appearing to have some in his maw as well, threatening to pour out between his pouting lips. The picture must've been taken by someone who had just flooded the fox's muzzle with spunk.

Aaron's cock gave a little twitch at the obscene sight, but he swiped away. He wasn't looking for the village bicycle type that night, he decided. There was always the danger of attracting them, when his own pick-up line on the app read as:

30yr-old black wolf STRICT dom top into leather musk boots booze and NO drama. NEG and staying that way. I mess with you, u don't mess with me.

Aaron smirked at the memory of his message. He imagined right now all those bored horny bastards browsing the listings for the city and looking for anyone who would fill their holes with something thick, hard, and pumping. The fox who stood on top of the queue wasn't that. Neither was the bear, who looked like he was wearing a skirt and whose line said that he would do anything for anyone.

"Gimme a break..." Aaron rumbled.

He sipped some more whiskey and continued the banal swiping. He didn't mind that the act of choosing a partner was shrunken into a poor resolution photo - more often of a dick or an ass than a face - and a few lines of obscenities that they hoped would attract the right sort of a partner. You literally had to make your best first impression, for there was no time for something as mundane as actually trying to get to know someone.

Swipe.

A raccoon. A coyote. The canine looked interesting enough, but his body shot on his profile showed a rather thin frame. Aaron felt like he wished for someone with a little bit more flesh on his bones. There was nothing wrong with pounding twinks into submission until their asses swallowed some fully grown wolf knot, but nothing compared to the pleasure of putting his moves onto someone whose physical size could have made them a top as well.

The tiger that came up next, swathed in leather, appeared promising in that regard. He was haughty and stared at the camera with a bad-tempered expression. The bulge on his leather pants was an agreeable one, and Aaron could never complain about someone wearing assless pants. He quickly dismissed the tiger, however. The tiger's profile text included a list of his usual kinks, of course, but the mention about liking 'playing' was a quicker turn-off than getting a piss icicle showed up his ass. Aaron grunted.

Fucking druggies.

Aaron hissed between clenched teeth. He wasn't going to be sinking his cock into anything that liked needle pricks better than dicks. He swept the next ones away with a bad temper without really looking at them properly.

The sight of a mottled equine muzzle made his thumb freeze. Aaron's digit stopped half-way between the horse and an upcoming lion, and opened up the picture of the stallion. That word was a relative misnomer, at least in Aaron's mind. The guy was quite young, barely older than a colt, although he was certainly of age to be signed up to a site like that. They were sticklers for that, and Aaron did not look forward to sampling the sexual offerings of a penitentiary, either.

It was a simple picture of a somewhat shy-looking horse looking partially at the camera. The almost demure pose was turned into high kink by the presence of a leather bit gag in the horse's snout, clenched between teeth. It looked to be of high quality, with shiny steel metal parts and leather straps that went over his snout and behind his neck to secure the bit gag into place.

Aaron was piqued enough to open the profile. He saw no objections to the horse's kink list, and felt his cock swell up while he looked at the other associated pictures. He got excited enough that he even took another sip of whiskey from his snifter. This horse was starting to show promise.

Aaron made his decision to cast his net now. He typed quickly and sent the message. He felt excited, though did not want to get his hopes too high too quickly. Sometimes the subs balked when a dominant top actually talked to them, and some were just plain cock teases. Aaron grumbled at the idea and scratched his muscle gut while he watched the symbols change from 'message sent' to 'sent' and then, within seconds, to 'message read'. Aaron chuffed at the speedy reaction.

Ping!

The bubble containing his initial message moved towards the upper edge of the screen when the horse's reply appeared beneath it.

_ WHAT YOU LOOKING FOR TONIGHT KID? _

The reply was a quick one.

_ Someone to use me Sir. _

It couldn't have been put more simply, thought Aaron. He typed some more.

_ YOU SURE YOU CAN HANDLE IT? _

His doubt was only partially true. The kid might've been trying to bite on more than he could chew...or whatever it was called when you were the one who was more likely to be the one being chewed and not vice versa. Besides the reasonable question he posed directly, Aaron knew that it would also egg on an eager sub to show how much pleasure they could give to a dom through their ultimate submission.

Aaron played with his bone through his boxers while he waited. He did not have to go at it for very long before the reply arrived.

_ Please Sir _

_ Anything for you _

Usually he would have been more dismissive of such claims, but the rather outrageous photos that accompanied the horse's profile told Aaron that the equine was not all talk. He could not deny that it was stirring his own dominant feelings as well, needing someone to rule over completely.

He typed.

_ CALL ME ALPHA, BOY, AND GET YOUR ASS HERE. _

Aaron added his location into the message and waited for what felt like a long time, especially with such a big boner throbbing and tenting up his boxers to an uncomfortable degree.

_ I can be there in 30 mins Alpha if you'll have me _

Aaron's smirk flashed with his teeth.

_ ONLY IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT, BOY _

The phone felt as hot as his erection after being held in his paw. Its vibration made the wolf smile some more.

_ Anything you want me to do Alpha _

_ Even if I don't want it. I'm yours Alpha _

The black wolf rumbled to himself, "Good manners..." The boy was eager. He showed promise.

The game was afoot, he added in thought, and put his phone down to the little table by his easy chair. Aaron picked up his snifter along the way. He would have time to finish his drink before he would get up and gear himself for the action to come.

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It was forty minutes later when the doorbell finally rang and an antsy wolf stalked across his house to greet his guest. He felt a hint of trepidation, as always in such moments. Before the door was open he would never be one hundred percent sure of just whom was going to show up in his home. There were enough crazies out there, that he was sure of.

This time he seemed to have gotten the real deal delivered, Aaron thought. The mottled horse let out a little whinny when the door swung open and the young stallion came face to face with the wolf. He was dressed in a manner that roused absolutely no attention, hoodie and jeans, and sneakers, nothing to suggest anything but the most casual of visits. His host looked more or less normal in a large black T and training pants, though his eyes glared firmly on the newcomer.

"Ya?" grunted the wolf questioningly. "What you want?"

The horse almost balked. He glanced about, as if checking if anyone was seeing him standing there on the wolf's doorstep, and re-arranged his hooves.

"Um... Alpha?" the horse whispered.

Aaron's bushy tails swished back and forth behind him.

"Come in," he said.

He stepped aside but didn't move further away. He wanted the horse to have to walk past him while entering the wolf's den. He wanted the stallion to smell him, to know just who he was dealing with, from the very first moment, if he dared.

"Yes, sir," the horse said quietly.

He clip-clopped past the wolf standing guard and into the decisively masculine, if tasteful living room. Aaron's idea of comfort was a big couch, a cozy armchair and a big ass television, with no elk horns or guns hanging from the walls. He was a no frills kind of a guy.

Aaron closed the door and made sure to snap the lock with his fingers when he turned the bolt. He could see the stallion's ears flick at the sound. The effect was what he wanted. He grinned to himself.

He didn't leave his guest to be alone for long. Aaron stalked close to the horse. The stallion was about his height, although Aaron knew that he was much more built, from the naked photos. It was harder to tell with the baggy clothing he wore for the moment.

"You do something like this often, boy?" Aaron grunted.

The stallion shook his head.

"N-not too often," he said, "Alpha, sir."

Aaron harrumphed and clicked his tongue.

"Even though your biggest dream is to be a cock sleeve to a real man, boy?" the dirty talk rolled off his lips without a hitch.

He could smell the stallion's arousal growing, along with the delicious scent of fear. The horse appeared genuinely intimidated by the wolf's demeanor and words. Aaron found that a turn-on. He appreciated a good bitch.

"Yes, Alpha," the horse looked down to the wolf's spotless floor.

Aaron's chest rumbled away with his growl. He was keen to toy with the horse for a moment longer before he'd set onto his prey...but the temptation was growing stronger with every passing moment. The stallion looked nervous.

"What is your name, boy?" Aaron growled.

The young horse glanced at him.

"Martyn," the stallion said. "S-spelled with a y."

"Hah," Aaron grunted. "Artsy."

The horse's ears flopped downwards on hearing the wolf's remark. Maybe he wasn't used to being heckled like that. Aaron wasn't really one to make fun of personal things, anyway. He might've been a big bad wolf, but he didn't want to be mean just for the sake of meanness. Subs only deserved to be teased for their sexual properties, and generally that only made them more amenable to what followed.

Aaron stepped closer.

"But you're not here to chat, are ya, boy," the wolf grumbled.

The horse shook his head quickly. His mane swished about with the motion.

"Anything you want from me, Alpha," the stallion whispered.

Aaron chuckled.

"You don't know what you're asking for, boy," the black wolf grunted.

The horse's tail swatted against his rear.

"But sir-"

Aaron snorted. He decided he had had enough of the horse's whining. He stepped close very quickly and grabbed the stallion's lush mane. Martyn the horse let out a surprised nicker.

"Shut up."

The wolf wasn't about to leave it down to the simple command. He yanked on the horse's mane to push his snout right into his armpit and dropped his arm over it to make sure the horse wasn't going anywhere. He let out a surprised breath into the musky, unwashed pit that made Aaron rumble with pleasure. He could feel the horse going slack almost immediately, concentrating on breathing the stench of the male who was intent on dominating his guest thoroughly.

"Let it sink in," Aaron's voice was almost hypnotic while he made sure that his little colt was not about to bolt.

Martyn showed no such intention. He nuzzled into the pit that was still covered by the shirt, but was by no means any less musky and fragrant for it. The wolf was oozing testosterone, thanks to his arousal, and it made the wolf feel good, knowing how the horse was affected by the very simple, visceral act of domination.

Aaron kept his new toy in place for a moment, and pushed him away only once he was sure that the stallion's very sinuses were flooded with wolf musk.

"Undress," he commanded. "You don't need any clothes from now on. Don't deserve them either."

"Yes, Alpha," the stallion hurried to say.

Aaron did not stop to observe. While the horse began to rid himself of his jeans and hoodie, Aaron pulled his T-shirt off. This revealed the studded harness he had put on and hid with the shirt, in case a visitor that wasn't the stallion might pop in at the most inopportune time. Now there was no need for such modesty, and he could show the fetish wear freely. His pants went to the floor about as quickly and showed to the stallion that his host only wore a leather jockstrap, one that definitely had not been washed any time recently.

The musk of arousal, pre-cum and spunk wafted heavily and seemed to make the horse nicker out when it hit his nose, even from a distance. Aaron enjoyed it too, smirking, a bit like one would enjoy copping a feel of one's own balls and taking a sniff of your palm afterwards. The scent promised great potency and the delivery of much more of the same stuff once the horse was ready to receive it.

The sight of the geared up wolf made the horse to only hurry with his own undressing. He was soon in the buff and stood there under the wolf's scrutiny. His body was quite toned, fit from natural equine musculature and what looked like some work put to it. The mottled male was also aroused, although his horsecock was in full view, out of his sheath. The tip of the pink and black shaft was adorned by the ring of a Prince Albert piercing of some thickness. Aaron smirked at the sight. He had seen a picture of it among the stallion's profile images, but it was certainly more impressive in the flesh.

"Heh," Aaron swished his tail while contemplating the horse.

The stallion's cock twitched upon being spoken to.

"Yes, Alpha?" he asked.

"Show the other one too," Aaron ordered. "Bend over."

The horse's tail swished nervously when he did as he had been told. Martyn put his hands onto his hips while he faced the wall and bared his rump for the wolf's eyes. He leaned over and pushed his ass backwards, with his hands sliding to his butt cheeks so that he could spread them apart properly. With his tail raised as well, with the help of the little tie around the base, this revealed the stallion's asshole and a couple of inches down, the shiny ring of another genital piercing. The ring bounced gently when the flexing of the horse's anus made his perineum contract. Aaron's own cock twitched at the sight. He'd never considered an intimate piercing himself, but he could appreciate the devotion it took to take one and live with it from day to day.

Some of them, like nipple piercings, were very conducive of play, Aaron thought.

The wolf's silence seemed to unnerve the horse. He glanced behind him to see what his new Alpha thought about his adornments. Aaron snorted at the gesture.

"What?" the wolf flicked his ears at the horse.

"Sorry, Alpha," Martyn whimpered.

Aaron clapped the stallion's ass with his paw. The horse let out a surprised nicker and his tail flew up. He tried to re-assume his previous presenting position, but the black wolf's paw stopped him.

"Let's go, boy."

"Yes, Alpha."

The wolf led the stallion through the house and to a closed door. In front of it he turned to look at the horse.

"You better say stop now if you think you're going to balk," Aaron warned the stallion.

"No, Alpha," Martyn replied, even with the extra jittery flicks of his tail.

His cock still stood hard and proud.

Aaron shrugged.

"Well you know best, boy."

He opened the door and pulled the horse into the darkness of the room. The quick flick a switch did not add much to the lights, only a glow from little LEDs installed to various points to light the room from the periphery. The remained a murky wolf's den, perfect for the black lupine who pulled the stallion into his cave.

The scent of the room his the stallion's nose immediately. Leather, rubber, musk, the telltale plastic scent of sex toys, detergent, rubbing alcohol: all the smells of hard play and aftercare were in the air.

"Here, boy."

It was a bench of sorts, padded in leather. It was vaguely like a vaulting horse for a gym, although created for a very different purpose. The stallion's chest and belly landed onto the surface once the wolf pushed him down, which also trapped his cock between his body and the cold leather. Martyn let out a gasp, although he had not much time to contemplate his new position. All he could see in front of him was the dark wall.

"Forward," Aaron said.

The horse moved a little. His chin touched something firm that turned softer, still smelling of leather.

The wolf took it to himself to arrange the horse to his liking. He nudged the stallion's head forward and lifted his hands to place them into grooves in a plank on the end of the bench. The stallion's neck fit into a larger groove on the center. The purpose of this setting became soon clear when the wolf produced an identical half of a plank that he put into place and secured with metal latches.

Their snapping was loud, and final. The horse's hands and head were locked in the holes of stocks, a medieval device that now kept the mottled stallion suspended onto the bench underneath him.

"This looks better, boy," Aaron said.

The horse's just about reached the floor. Aaron found this useful, especially since that meant he didn't have to do further adjustments to secure the stallion's legs onto padded leather cuffs fitted onto the base of the bench.

Martyn was tied down on his belly, breathing rapidly. The uncomfortable stocks meant he had to work to keep his head up, and should he let it fall down, the heavy feeling of blood gathering in his head would wash over him and make his cheeks warm up. He couldn't see the wolf, either, moving behind him, possibly preparing another contraption to use on the horse he had lured into his cave, on their mutual consent.

He smelled it, first, before the sensation of cold leather and the wolf's fingers came upon him. The scent of leather was strong and mixed with unmistakable sweat. There was a clink of metal when the wolf pulled a leather strap tight through its clasp and attached whatever he had just slapped onto the horse's snout onto his head proper.

Martyn moaned into his new gag and felt the air flow past his face and into the mask he now wore. The deep scents of leather and sweat did not subside. The air touching his huffing lips immediately began to feel warm. The wolf's paws were gone but the mask on him was heavy. It pulled on the strap around his head and even seemed to swing along with the movements of his head. The musk was almost overwhelming.

His cock was painfully hard.

"Heh..."

Aaron smirked at the sight, from the sidelines, and rubbed his muscle gut while he admired the sight of the stallion struggling to understand what was happening to him.

"Can't trust you to be quiet, boy," the wolf growled. "Need to make sure you behave."

The horse was quite still on the bondage bench. At least the stallion didn't start whimpering or trying to tell that he was a good boy. That'd been amusing to a degree, Aaron thought, considering that his entire long equine muzzle was now sheathed inside one of Aaron's old leather boots he had converted into a muzzle with the addition of the straps to keep it on. It was almost a comical sight, the horse's head with the rank smelling boot covering most of his face. Aaron felt a thrill at the thought that everything the horse breathed now came with an extra wolfy tang. His stench sunk in deep. Aaron found that appropriate. He was planning to do a lot of sinking very soon.

Aaron's eyes were drawn to the horse's ass. It was plump, and he had already gotten a glimpse of what laid between the gray and white mottled cheeks. The wolf stomped about in his heavy boots and grabbed onto the tail. He liked the feel of it jolting between his fingers when he yanked on it. The black wolf's ears picked up a brief groan from the muzzled horse.

"Hmph."

He slapped the stallion's ass. The tail still held in his hand flapped against his knuckles.

"Ha," the wolf derided with a snorted laugh. "Can't take a little spanking?"

He swatted the other side, and repeated, a few rounds that resounded from the walls of his play room. The horse's ass grew subsequently hotter with every slap from the big paw intending on tanning a stallion rump. Martyn's hooves tap danced on the floor while he took the spanking that landed on his rear.

Aaron wasn't using a paddle or a whip. All he needed was his paw, and a lot of bad temper he liked expressing in such a manner. The resounding clap of flesh on flesh, some desperate hooves and the huffs and guffs of a horse who was getting worked over.

The wolf's sexual frustration grew. The horse was tempting him with every single wriggle of that lush butt whenever Martyn got swatted. His hot-cheeked rear offered a secret relief for the wolf, freely given now that the horse had been secured onto the bondage bench. The stallion's hookup posts were explicit on what he wanted.

Aaron was going to provide, not because the horse asked, but because the wolf wanted it from the horse.

"You'll regret this," Aaron muttered into the musky air of the dungeon.

The horse was concentrated on the hard throb of his cock and the glow of his ass, and barely noted the sounds of the wolf shuffling about his lair. Aaron fetched the lubricant from its accustomed place and cursed aloud when his fingers felt the sticky texture of its surface. He clicked his tongue.

"Messy."

Aaron opened the large tub. It made a loud noise when he pulled the plastic lid off. The stuff inside didn't hame much of a smell. Aaron was glad that he wasn't running out yet. He suspected he would be needing quite a lot to break the horse in.

"You may want to relax...keh..."

He wasn't going to be dainty about it by any means. Aaron scooped the runny lubricant onto two of his thick fingers and brought them unceremoniously to the stallion's ass crack and pushed onto the ring muscles. He could feel them clench and flinch under the touch, but they began to yield almost immediately with the wolf's constant pressure. Aaron snorted.

"Easy boy."

He gave the stallion's rump a congratulatory slap for that. He rubbed the goop onto the horse hole before he got more from the container. The horse's taint began to glisten with the lubricant slowly dribbling along it and forming a slippery sheen on the silky gray furred crack. Even the horse's churning, if neglected balls got their share.

The horse nickered into his gag when the wolf's thumb prodded his hole. This time the fingers weren't there simply to spread lube, but to spread him open instead. The poking digit was swallowed by the stallion's hole without much trouble. The horse was obviously not unused to getting his rump stretched out by invading objects. Aaron judged this from how pliable the muscled ring was when he stroked his slimy thumb around the horse's hole. Although the boot kept most of his noises down, the sigh of pleasure was unmistakable. Besides, the stallion's insides clenched, trying to tug the exploring finger deeper into his rear.

"Heh."

Aaron's wrist pivoted while he continued to tease the stallion's insides. His knuckles stroked against the swollen taint where the base of the horse's dong throbbed.

"You're enjoying this too much."

The black wolf's paw flew and slapped down on the horse's rump. The horse hollered into the boot.

_"_Bah, yeah just like that."

Again the paw landed on the fine quality horse ass. Another scream.

"Bitch," Aaron decreed.

The swat had made the horse's insides even tighter. Aaron decided it was time to introduce another finger into the hot mess that was Martyn's ass. He added a slop of lube onto his paw before making sure they were jammed up to the last joint inside the horse's rump. The greater penetration made the stallion's rear clench even harder than before. Aaron snorted at that.

"Hungry doughnut," he grunted.

The horse's ears drooped at the mention of the particularly dirty expression to refer to his asshole. It received extra emphasis from the manner how Martyn's puckerlips folded outwards whenever Aaron pulled his fingers back and showed the ruddy pinkness of his seasoned hole. Aaron twisted his thick fingers and made sure that the horse felt every movement he made within his raunchy tunnel. He wasn't going to let the stallion go easily. The messages he had sent had been begging for it...and Aaron delivered.

Aaron pulled on the braided tail. The caused pain squeezed his insides tight. Aaron's own cock throbbed in his jock. He could think of a better place for it to be rather than the leather pouch, comfy as it was. The feel of the black material added to his own arousal, but right now...it was time.

The wolf yanked his fingers out.

"Let's see if you're good for anything then."

The black wuff pulled down his jock. His dick was very hard and felt wonderful, even while it simply swung through the air in front of his loins. For a brief moment he hoped that the bitch of a stallion would see what was going to skewer him. Then Aaron decided that it would serve as well if he simply introduced his new sub to it through another way.

Aaron scooped a palmful of lube and lathered himself with pleasurable strokes.

"Get you some dick in your pussy..."

That same equine tail swished nervously. Aaron wasn't going to give the horse an easy start to this. He just slapped his dick onto the stallion's crack and enjoyed the feel of power the jittering buns around his shaft brought him. Aaron growled with pleasure, and gripped the horse's ass cheeks, humping between them messily. The wolf's own tail swished and his claw-tips dug to the supple flesh he wanted to ravish and possess.

Aaron growled.

He began to seek the opening into the horse ass in front of him. The thick wolf-cock slid back and forth along the crack well covered in the lube. Martyn was even pushing himself towards the dick that promised him the pleasure of being owned like a common whore. His body begged for it with every movement he made, his whines, the swing of the tail that was hiked up as high as the stallion could -

The hole yielded easily for the wolf-cock and spread wide with the thickening shaft. Aaron let out a bark of pleasure and jammed himself in with a single, heavy thrust that slapped his balls onto the stallion's taint. Martyn's own pair churned against the leather bench. The dick slamming up his ass immediately found the horse's prostate and sent a pulse of pre-cum through his urethra and out of his trapped dick. The resulting pleasure made his insides tight, and good for the wolf to fuck.

Aaron attested his territory with growls and claws. He leaned over his prey and made sure his drool dribbled over the stallion's neck. He wanted to mark him as his bitch, to make him smell of big bad wolf for days to come. Maybe the horse would carry it like a badge of honor so that all of his wussy-pussy friends would know that a real man had made him walk bow-legged.

The wolf intended to see just how much the horse could take. He had suggested that he was very adept, but Aaron always had a healthy amount of doubt to spare for anal claims. It was also much more fun to try it out in practice.

The height of the bench meant that Aaron could plow the stallion's slimy hole with leisure. His cock penetrated deep into Martyn's guts, thrust its way in and remained in only for a moment before the black wolf's strong hips drew his length away until just the tip kissed the lube-drooling hole and he plunged back into the equine heat. The body under him grew hotter with every passing moment, and wet from the sweat that Martyn was working out by taking a cock under his raised tail.

He had nowhere to go. The stocks and the ties on his ankles meant that the horse wasn't budging from his propped up position on what had been revealed to be a right old rutting bench. The solid bed's leather padding did not add spring to the platform that served as the surface for the rough sex that followed. Every thrust drove air out of Martyn's lungs, to rush into the obscenely hanging boot around his muzzle and then over his burning cheeks. He panted like the proverbial racehorse, through the harsh exertion of having his ass thoroughly fucked.

And Aaron did fuck. The wolf had a lot of energy to spend and he found the stallion's hole most acceptable. It swallowed his cock, squeezed it, made sure that every inch was pleasurably massaged by the muscles inside the bouncy butt. The stallion truly lived up to his hope of becoming a cock sleeve, for that was how Aaron thought of him. The horse was just something to stick his dick into, to drive himself up to the hilt and put a load into the steaming hole.

The stallion better not complain about it either, Aaron thought. If he wanted to advertise himself as a cum dump, he should be ready to live with the consequences of such a reputation. One such thing would be getting a wolfcock hard up his ass, no more questions asked.

Aaron wasn't really a chatty wuff when it came to sex. Unless he was in a mood for some serious dirty talk, usually he concentrated on dominating his sub with physical action instead. Why do verbal heckling if he could just shove the bottom's muzz under his arm and let him smell what a real man should be like? The dangling boot might've prevented that but there was still a lot he could do. His paws gripped and scratched. His muzzle oozed drool that spread in little rivulets over the mottled fur and messed it in a way the wolf approved of. The slippery slide of his cock in and out of the horse's chute kept making a sound that made his ears flick backwards occasionally to listen for the obscene slurping. His cock had already churned quite the amount of the lubricant out of the horse hole and it seeped between their bodies and the juncture of knotty wolf-dick and stallion pucker.

Aaron's messy balls bumped the horse's ass with every thrust he took into his deep hole, and so did his knot. The large knot had been making out with the stallion's hole ever since Aaron got to sink his tool into the dirty horse's satisfying opening. He knew that every time he bottomed out, the stallion would feel the throbbing knot jam itself onto the muscled ring his thrusts bumped back and forth and stretched with every motion.

The huge cock was a good match for the hole that swallowed every inch, and Aaron liked it so. His sweaty, warmed up muscles worked to run himself into the stallion's raunchy heat, his tail tense, his paws raking claws over the horse's sides.

Aaron bit onto one of Martyn's ears and growl deep.

"Y'know what's coming..."

He began to add even more roll and weight into his thrusts, to really jam his knot onto the stallion's hole. With the bulk of the wolf's body behind his humping, the knot began to stretch out the horse-hole struggling to accommodate such penetration. However much his mind wanted it, to be ravaged by such a tick dick, his body still had to get used to what was happening. His muscled doughnut expanded, dimpled in, stretched and then relaxed for just a moment before the next pummeling thrust came through.

The creaks of the fuck bench melded with the other noises of the rough sex that filled Aaron's dungeon. The wolf's breeding instinct only intensified now that his knot was stroked by the equine ass lips intent on sucking all of him into Martyn's butt. Perhaps the horse hadn't been all tall talk after all.

Like all muscles, even the horse's asshole eventually wore out. Aaron's knot jammed through it rudely and slipped into the hot, well used tunnel and forced the wolf's hips flat with the stallion's rump. Aaron lunged forward and remained in place, huffing and grunting when he was momentarily overcome by the sensation of his entire dick buried inside the horse's ass.

The horse sounded like he was getting strangled - and at the same time his asshole garroted Aaron's dick. The gurgles became a deep gasp when the knot moved inside him. Aaron had no intention of just keeping it where it was. If the stallion truly was a size queen, he would have no trouble with the wolf's further thrusts - or at least he would keep his muzz shut about it.

The knot popped out, and before the horse hole had the time to recover, Aaron slammed himself back in. This time Martyn groaned into the musky boot, and his body tensed remarkably, asshole and all.

It still couldn't stop the knot from making the transition again. The wolf's stout cock pulverized Martyn's control functions and left him as a gaping open hole for the wolf to stick into. The black wuff pounded himself in and out of the stallion's ass as quickly as he had been fucking the horse before when his knot wasn't in the mix yet. Right now it kept flying through the hole and truly milking the horse's prostate in the progress. His cock drooled helpless pre-cum onto the bench, but the wet sensation was barely noticed by the horse who hang on for his dear tail.

Then the wolf was out, and the stallion's hole remained open, as if sucking for air, gaping uselessly and splurting out the frothy mixture of pre-cum and lubricant that oozed out of the horse's rear. He panted into the boot covering his face and it almost like he was expelling the air his ass drew in. Aaron snorted at the idea, as much as the sight of his own angry red cock, standing up dripping and fully knotted, still ready for more.

"Ain't got enough yet..." Aaron huffed.

The horse was sprawled on his belly. His body went up and down rapidly with his breathing. It was perhaps a good thing that he didn't see the wolf's activities behind him, picking up items that he needed now, taken from the shelves. The next thing he really knew was the feel of the leather strap on his head being adjusted.

For a moment the horse wondered if the wolf intended to stick his cock into the stallion's mouth, moments after it had been pulled out of his ass. Yet the smell his nostrils encountered wasn't that of a rank, juicy cock but pungent, sharp, industrial -

Martyn gasped, but had no time to react to it further. The boot was shoved back over his snout and secured into place with the strap. The overwhelming stench of the rapidly evaporating liquid almost made his eyes water.

He knew it well, the smell, and the almost immediate rush that followed. The wolf had loaded the boot with poppers and now the horse's every breath brought him a dose of the noxious gas that made his head light and sent his mind spinning. A low, strangled moan erupted from the stallion as fumes took over.

Aaron listened to the huffs with a smirk over his muzzle. The bottle of nitrites was still on his paw, but he put it away. He might have to add another dose into the cotton wool he had stuffed into the boot before snapping it back on. He was sure the dose was sufficient for the moment , though.

The wolf moved into his previous position behind the horse, but did not mount his steed again. Instead he pushed his right paw into the tub of lubricant that still waited nearly, though it was no longer bare. His leather attire now also included an elbow length black rubber glove that covered his right paw. The dark rubber glistered once he pulled it out of the tub, dribbling with the stringy lubricant.

Aaron stroked his fingers together before he drew them into the most purposeful shape, all the digits pushed together to form the tapering shape he needed .

"Now you're gonna get it, pussy-boy."

The stallion did not reply anything verbally. His head was not only spinning now, he had gone flying from the fumes that he inhaled from the wolf's dirty boot. Their remarkable effect also meant that when Aaron began to prod at the stallion's hole, the muscles were relaxed to the point of slackness and opened for him.

"Bitch."

His fingertips burrowed onto the ruddy spot that was the horse's asshole. He could see the tender insides spread around the fingers that he first held close together, then pushed apart to stretch the newly pliable walls apart. The horse let out a quiet moan followed by another deep breath as he huffed another dose of the poppers Aaron knew were of a particularly strong kind.

The seller had not lied about their potency, that much was for sure. His fingers found a great deal of purchase and slipped easily inside the horse's ass. The earlier knot fucking had started the stretching process which meant that he could push four fingers in to the knuckles and most of the thumb as well without any real resistance forming up.

"Loose ass slut..."

It was only then that the true work began. His paw churned from side to side, his wrist pivoting to drive his fingers about the muscled ring. Little flexing of those digits meant that the stretching grew incrementally, and the fucking motion that he began only added to the momentum he wanted.

Aaron was not gonna give up until his ultimate goal had been reached. The horse had said that he wanted it bad and he wanted _all _of it, and Aaron was going to give him everything he had.

Use me, Alpha.

"As you wish."

The finger-fuck reached the point of no return eventually, and became a fully blown fisting. Aaron growled when the horse's hole yielded and closed into a fleshy, obscene bracelet around the black wolf's wrist. The horse's stretched, yet bewildered insides did a feeble attempt to pulse around his entire sheathed paw, to little effect. It wasn't going to come out unless Aaron decided so, and with the poppers flowing into the horse's lungs with every huff, his body was confused enough not to try anything drastic.

For the stallion it was ultimate fullness. The wolf's paw twisted and moved only slightly at first, but eventually Aaron began to pump his paw into the incredibly wet mess he had created, with his cock, the lube, and now with his entire paw.

"Pathetic pussy."

Aaron's paw moved out and left a viciously gaping hole that he quickly filled again. This time he got in without any real resistance. The sound the stallion's remarkably dominated hole made was satisfying for the big bad wolf.

"Cum dump."

The paw came out and was replaced with something equally shocking, the wolf's entire erection disappearing through the gape of the horse's asshole. The wolf humped into the newly cavernous tunnel only for a brief moment before he did another swap and let his fingers own the stallion's hole.

It was brutal. The horse's body was on fire, full of confused pleasure and a fair amount of pain. His loins had not known such sensations in a long time, possibly never before. His ass, with its double stuffing of a fist and a huge knotty cock, slung him into a strange twilight state of an orgasm and utter emptiness. His prostate was milked dry of all the juice that he had managed to produce. The wolf's knuckles forced the clear fluids into a puddle under the stallion's sweaty belly. The extreme penetration caused little dribbles of piss to add to the wet mix, every now and then.

The horse was drained but there was no real cum, nor climax. The muscles inside him did not know what to do with the kind of stimulation he was meant to do, and his blood-deprived brain only added to the confusion. The eruptions of fluid from him were of an equine volume, but lacked the potency of an orgasm.

Aaron smelled it none the less. It was threatening to stain his fuck bench.

"Pussy juice..." he growled, and made sure that his wrist joined into the impossibly stuffed hole.

The stallion groaned aloud, struggling to contain himself.

The next pull of his fist felt even more slack than before.

"Lousy lay..."

Aaron reached over to snap the strap off the stallion's head. The boot fell to the floor with a thump and released the sharp odor of the poppers into the air. Aaron snorted, but concentrated on slapping the stallion's cheeks. He drew a deep, sucking breath and groaned.

Another grunt, garbled noises indistinct from the horse. They were addled with deliriousness. The bitch was losing consciousness.

"No passing out!"

Aaron deemed the stallion to be alert enough, if woozy from the high dose of poppers, and decided that he was going to mark the bitch now. His cock slipped easily into its new sleeve, knot and all, and he began to fuck with a purpose now.

"Shit..."

The wolf's own pent up state was starting to get him. He knew that he was going to be there, spewing his seed into the horse's ruined hole. The horse had been begging for it...he might as well get it, even if he barely deserved it.

Martyn's tender shoulder was a good place for his teeth to sink into. The growl was possessive, harsh, and dark, as was the bite that almost drew blood. His balls drew close to his body and released a fantastic stream of cum inside the horse's rectum.

The wolf spunk washed the horse's insides and made him moan out from the full feeling flowing somewhere deep, behind his belly button. Even the knot wasn't enough to keep all of it, but some began to leak out even while Aaron's balls still worked to make sure that his pups were going to be a big litter inside the stallion.

He could at least have fun trying it out.

The horse barely stirred when Aaron finally stood up. The dirty wolf made sure that his dick didn't slip out of the stallion's rump. It barely clenched on him, even with his entire dick swimming in his cum. His groin was smeared with the stuff, combined with the lube he had used in plentiful quantities to ensure he wasn't about to do any undue damage. He was pretty sure that the stallion was going to be ruined for quite some time from now, destroyed by one dirty wolf and his wicked tricks.

"Heh..." a nasty thought floated through his mind, funny enough that he chuckled aloud.

The stallion remained quiet.

"I guess you deserve a fist up instead of a thumb on that app..." Aaron grinned to himself.

The stallion's hole squeezed on him tentatively, but with some promise.