{"sf1_id":115346,"sf2_id":"zeRjEEe7","title":"Served Coldly (M/M) (pt. 7 of \"Under The Devil's Eye\")","author":"Hawk","words":4858,"posted_at":"2009-12-31T04:39:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Black Wolf","M/M","Revenge","White Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/115346-served-coldly-m-m-pt-7-of-under-the-devil-s-eye","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeRjEEe7","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b0/99/b099f133-3f33-4e93-a56e-b360600f993d","description":"#7 of Under the Devil's Eye","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nServed Coldly\n\nby H. A. Kirsch (HawkWolf)\n\nTitle by Old Klingon Proverb\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk woke up on the wrong side of bed in the morning, full of contempt that he couldn't place,\n\nanxious bile that wouldn't settle out of his throat. By midday, the angry haze dissipated and left\n\nhim simply aroused, mind reeling around anything that had to do with sex. By the end of the day, the\n\nthoughts had coalesced into a body spread apart and pressed to a bed, paid for and pounded.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf stood in front of his full length mirror and held up a pair of leather riding gloves. His\n\nshoulders were swarthed in a leather blazer with fine black cherry alligator highlights up the\n\nlapels and down the back, pecs wrapped in a leather tank top, legs in his five-pocket riding jeans,\n\nfeet in knee-high flat-cuffed cowboy boots with a masculine snipped square toe. He fitted one hand\n\ninto the glove leather, fingers stretching and sliding into each finger sheath, then stroked the\n\nother glove on. He looked at his hands and ran every species he enjoyed underneath them, then\n\nblurred the images all together. He couldn't decide. Maybe he'd let them decide.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe woods outside of town flicked by, slowly replaced by houses here and there, then dense suburb,\n\nthen the rows of nouveau antique brownstones and glittering street lights of downtown. Four streets\n\nover, and he parked his Mustang in a valet lot just one street from the red light district. He made\n\nhis way on foot to Hotel Tracy's, host of the most upscale of the cathouses in town. It catered\n\nmostly to men seeking men, and was in decent repair. The rooms were intentionally scuzzy, Hawk\n\nfigured, so that there was always an air of forbidden filth. That air helped, since prostitution was\n\nlong legalized and the social stigma was almost window dressing.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I feel like I'm at a Denny's,\" he said, looking at the Selector up at the front desk. The touch\n\nscreen showed a variety of images. All the cathouses in the city used the same ones, but Tracy's had\n\nadded images to the categorical buttons. Hawk prodded away, indicating his desires: Male, mammal,\n\ncarnivore, dress-up, oral, anal, masturbation, and one image that he could only assume meant, \"D/S\n\nplay\". The attendant wiped the screen off as Hawk paid his up-front fee and took his room card.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well, our waiters won't talk to you about anything weird when they're serving up your dinner,\" the\n\nferret said, and let his lips curl back. The ferret was a creep, always slightly head-tilted and\n\nwearing on eyebrow spot higher than the other. When he grinned, he looked like a skinnier version of\n\nLurch.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah, great,\" Hawk said, taking his card up to the room. The room meant a particular person whose\n\ninterests best matched. Tracy's never let out who was going to be matched up, or who was even\n\navailable. Their schtick in the context of sex for sale was offering true service, and that meant\n\ntreating their whores like a fine product.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDespite the reputation, the rooms were like a bad mismash of cheap motel and dingy flophouse. They\n\nall had queen beds and some sitting furniture, individual baths, clothes closets. The carpet was\n\nunevenly colored and worn in spots, the furniture mismatched, and a pervasive scent of warm bathroom\n\nmusk came from the nature of the building. Hawk was just fine with that. If he wanted to fuck in a\n\nnice place, he'd stay home and order out.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk took up in the sitting chair, knees apart, boots flat on the floor, and stared at the door. He\n\nwould only have to wait a maximum of five minutes, said the weird ferret. Hawk waited, and was just\n\ntucking his phone away after checking the time when the door opened.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hi,\" a voice said, momentarily sultry as a form came through. As he moved into the room light and\n\nshut the door, his form sharpened to a white wolf a few inches shorter than Hawk. Fairly well built,\n\nwith the V torso of a lupine, fine marbled dress shirt worn with the collar popped up, trendy\n\nrelaxed boot cut jeans and burnished Doc Martens. He had a pungent scent of vanilla spiked with\n\nalcohol, the sharp tang of freshly applied cologne. His fur was mostly even white, with traces of\n\ndarker ash around where a typical timber wolf had markings, ears tipped with black that puffed off\n\nthe tips in a few strands, tail similarly tipped. \"I'm Christopher.\" The white wolf's face\n\nimmediately lit up and twisted into an incredulous grin as he recognized Hawk.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk's reaction was pure shock, eyes wide, jaw dropped a crack, a dull gruh coming out between his\n\nteeth. He leaned forward, gloved hands sliding along his leather pants until he grasped hard at his\n\nknees. He had the same moment of startle as Christopher did, but his feeling was far darker. Several\n\nunpleasant, humiliating memories crept into Hawk's head, all of them spearheaded by the snowy-furred\n\npreppy wolf.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristopher was a classmate from high school, one of the kids from the richer side of town who'd\n\ngone to Parkside Middle School instead of Lainsville Creek like Hawk. When they merged in high\n\nschool, Christopher was smart and popular and even had a small posse of similar other wolves. Like\n\nanyone who feels the power of popularity, he quickly turned it against anyone who wasn't aiming\n\nsocial love at him. That meant loners like the morose black Hank were mouth-breathing blue collar\n\ngrunts who took auto-shop and wore shitty redneck clothing.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYears passed and Hank had forged his bird of prey nickname. Apparently, Christopher's massive\n\nambitions and hot-shot European college transfer plans somehow led him to be a prostitute. The two\n\nstared at each other, Christopher approaching and rubbing his neck, trying to get a closer look.\n\n\"Man, look at you. Holy shit,\" he said, chuckling as he looked over the leather-clad black wolf.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk rose out of the chair and quickly towered five inches over Christopher's head. It was the only\n\nadvantage he ever had previously, and it still worked. Christopher's body slacked off from that\n\npatronizingly friendly tone and just hung in its clothes. \"I don't fucking believe it. You're a\n\nfucking whore.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey, sometimes this is how it works out. I was in Europe for a few years, doing some language\n\nstudies, and when I came back, my parents... you know, had split up,\" Christopher said, starting to\n\nunbutton his dress shirt from its rakish upper chest gap to his navel. \"So when I tried to get\n\nfinancial aid, they weren't... done with the divorce, and that federal aid stuff-\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I don't give a shit why your ass is in this room. You see this?\" Hawk cut in, untucking his black\n\nwallet from the inside of his leather coat and opening the equally inky leather folds. He slipped\n\ntwo bills out. \"This is two hundred bucks. This means you do whatever the hell I want.\" He stuck his\n\ngloved hand out without a hint of a shake. Inside, he was climbing a hill that he'd long since given\n\nup on, and already near the top.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristopher took the money in silence and stopped playing with his shirt. His white arm dropped\n\ndown, and he stepped over a machine that looked like a fancier hotel's intercom. He swiped an ID\n\ncard, then fed the bills in with a room-grating whirr. \"So. What do you want?\" He leaned on the wall\n\nby the machine, apparently forgetting his role as paid sex object. Hawk did the same on the other\n\nside of the gadget.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"They told me downstairs that bondage, anything that leaves a mark, bodily fluids that aren't piss,\n\ncome or spit, drugs, that's all out.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe white lupine blinked. \"Well, yeah, that's not really what this kinda place is...for.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk lowered his muzzle, yellow eyes remaining fixed on Christopher. \"I like leather. What a\n\nsurprise. I like getting a nice, warm mouth on my dick. I'll settle for a slobbering dog mouth. I\n\nlike fucking. What the fuck do you think I like?\" The wolf's voice escalated at the end. His cock\n\nthrobbed inside his leather jeans, but he didn't move to touch it. He waited to see if Christopher's\n\neyes would catch the swell and pulse. They dropped, then returned, looking ever so lightly harrowed.\n\nThe black wolf pushed away from the wall and Christopher followed, then shrank away as Hawk clopped\n\nforward and pushed himself between wolf and wall. Hawk's leather gear creaked in the otherwise\n\nsilent room, along with the floorboards under the carpet. Christopher's eyes kept darting down to\n\nboots, gloves, leather bulge, then back to the other wolf's face. \"Why don't we start with what I\n\ndon't want.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristopher almost backed onto the bed, but Hawk stopped him with a grab to the arm. The black wolf\n\nmoved around and again took up behind Christopher, this time reaching around the wolf's front.\n\n\"Sure,\" Christopher swallowed, tail beating against Hawk's legs at the trapping caress.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I don't want this shirt. Take it off,\" Hawk growled, nose tipping towards Christopher's ear and\n\noffering a growl. I always hated it, he thought. His gloved hands beat Christopher's, unbuttoned the\n\nlast buttons, then lifted to stroke at the other wolf's toned but hardly brawny chest. He pushed the\n\nfabric down towards the arms, and Christopher took over. The white wolf squirmed and shucked the\n\nwhite shirt free, then looked for a spot to put it. Hawk interrupted him by pulling back to chest,\n\nand the startled wolf opened his white hand and let the fabric just fall to the floor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk continued. \"I don't want these jeans,\" he said, and didn't have to add the command. He\n\nfulfilled it himself, gloved hands sliding down Christopher's stomach until the other wolf shivered\n\nagainst him, even let out a puppy grunt. As Hawk let his fingers play over the other wolf's curved\n\nmaleness, as Christopher grew a stunning hard-on that led him to slink his upper back against Hawk's\n\nbody and try pushing subtly into the smooth black leather, something bubbled up to the surface of\n\nHawk's memory. Hawk's whole body quivered and he rolled his eyes, snorting slightly and letting his\n\nteeth grab and let go of Christopher's ear. The notion was too choice to resist.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I remember when you and those other guys watched me put in my locker combination at the start of\n\ngym, and stole my jeans.\" Hawk's fingers held onto Christopher's bulge. \"And you went around telling\n\neveryone how I must've had a cheap family for wearing pants from the big box store.\" The black\n\nwolf's one hand grasped at the top of Christopher's jeans and worked the button free, then started\n\nto slide the zipper down. \"Then you and your friends pissed on them.\" The black wolf's fingers\n\nreached in and released Christopher's bulging erection, shaft swinging out and throbbing up until\n\nthe foreskin rolled back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOnce Christopher's fly was down, nothing kept his trendy jeans from slowly working down his thighs,\n\nthen dropping to the floor around his bare feet. His thighs ground together, feet splayed in\n\ncomparison to knocked knees, and he squirmed back against Hawk. \"I... I..\" Christopher started to\n\nsay, but his words just wouldn't come.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You, are going to go over to the closet and show me what kinds of getups they have for you boys,\"\n\nHawk growled then pulled on the naked wolf. He let go and strode over to stand near the closet, even\n\ntwisting the knob open but waiting for Christopher to open it. The white wolf did, and exposed a\n\ncollection of naughty outfits. Leather pants and shirts, clingy spandex, one rubber suit, a pair of\n\nknee-high riding boots, cowboy boots, and then thigh-high stiletto heels. A little drawer exposed a\n\nfew black matching opera gloves in fine leather. \"You're fucking kidding me,\" Hawk sniffed,\n\nfingering through the more effeminate items. Half of his face drew up into a wicked, twitching,\n\nwired smirk. The other half stayed dead. \"Who picks this stuff?\" he chuckled.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristopher's brow spots pursed up in the middle, and his black-tipped ears dropped slightly to the\n\nside. \"I do,\" he said, and the hurt stun him enough that his cock sagged. The loss of swollen\n\narousal forced out a glistening strand of precum that he caught and slapped at his leg.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Put it on. The boots. The tall ones, and these,\" Hawk said, going to the liberty of taking the long\n\nopera gloves out and handing them to Christopher. He palmed down at his own bulge, stroking at the\n\ncurve through his leather pants, handling it to the point that he had to stop and take a few deep\n\nbreaths.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe white wolf took the gloves and slid them on, hands stroking the leather up his arms in a few\n\ncareful strokes that were clearly measured and practiced. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed\n\nand slid his legs into the tall, supple black leather. Once his feet were fitted into the stiletto\n\nheels, he stood up and wobbled for a second, then approached Hawk. The cocky strut of a\n\npopped-collar popular wolf was now degraded to the cross-dressing sashay of a whore, and Christopher\n\nknew it. He reached out for Hawk's leather jacket and slid his hands up the lapels, then down the\n\nmaterial with his thumbs touching the wolf's trimmed chest. His arms then folded up, stepping close\n\nto keep up with the tease, thighs and cock grinding up against the black wolf's leathered thigh.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk grabbed Christopher by the head and leaned in, muzzle pushing against muzzle, black tongue\n\nunfurling against Christopher's pink. Hawk channeled years of crushing, thwarted need towards\n\nChristopher. The white wolf returned that need, something that was arousing first and confusing\n\nsecond. The black wolf pulled his lips away, leaving Christopher's tongue to pulsate out and writhe\n\nin the air. \"You remind me of something,\" he said, then took Christopher down to the bed. Hawk\n\nclimbed in after the white wolf, still fully dressed in his leather suit, boots tangling at the\n\nsheets. Christopher's ears sank and he leaned back, then lay back, then pushed into the pillows as\n\nHawk descended on him. \"In those boots and gloves, with those little black tips at your ears and on\n\nyour tail, you look like a fox.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristopher's eyes went wide, then formed that terrified, knowing pout again. As Hawk got closer,\n\nChristopher lifted his blackened hands, pressing at the wolf's chest, sliding to the shoulders and\n\ntrying to stay the lupine's wretched, lopsided grinning approach.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I remember one time, after some kind of Halloween costume party, I got fucked up. Real fucked up,\n\nand ended up crashing some little party out behind the school. This fox I was always after was\n\nthere,\" Hawk said, and kneeled up on the bed, hands finally exposing himself. He worked each of the\n\nbuttons down as he told the story. \"They all ran off, but I got him. I got him real good. I made him\n\nchoke on my dick until he threw up, and then I muzzled him and fucked him in the ass until... until\n\nI was done. And the only person he told was you.\" Hawk's cock throbbed in his grasp, leathery and\n\nveined, ebony and uncut, glistening slimy dickhead poking out through its hood. \"And then you told\n\neveryone else what I did.\" His length throbbed, and a drool of precum rolled out of the pisshole, to\n\nget smeared against the side of Hawk's index finger.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe white wolf pulled out of his effeminate pout and stretched out underneath Hawk, but his adam's\n\napple bobbed under the soft neckfur. \"Aren't you going to put one on?\" His voice came out small,\n\nunsure.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk lowered his muzzle, until his irises were being chopped off at the top by his mean furrowed\n\nbrows. \"No, I'm not,\" Hawk said, and reached over to the bottle of lube left on the nightstand. He\n\nslathered one gloved hand with it, then milked the lube over his flesh until it squelched. \"So\n\nyou're a wolf. I guess that means we share blood. I don't think you're going to be worrying about\n\nthat. You're going to be worrying about how, even if the next guy wraps it up, he'll still be\n\nfucking my come around in your two-faced shithole.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristopher's response was to twist his head to the side, followed by his shoulders, followed by the\n\nrest of his body. He reached out one black hand across the sheets towards the nightstand and arched\n\nover, body straining under fur. The wolf trembled and tucked his tail against his rump as he changed\n\nposition, but no one would mistake the pose for hunkering down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBefore Christopher could crawl away, Hawk flattened him down with a gloved hand between the shoulder\n\nblades and leaned forward. He pulled the other wolf's tail up and gruffed, then nudged his dickhead\n\nunderneath it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No, I'm serious, I-I mean it!\" Christopher said, voice falling from high. \"I mean it!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk tightened the grip around his cock, forcing the black head to swell like a mushroom as his\n\nfingers wrenched the foreskin back. Despite best intentions, the other wolf's hole couldn't resist a\n\nconcerted shove - it was already slippery, either from preparation or real use. Hawk stuffed inside\n\nand let out a surprised grunt, then another deeper sound. His lopsided grin crept up towards his\n\njawbone, then balanced out on the other side. He tugged back, then pushed forward, letting his\n\nweight carry him down against the crouching wolf's white back. Christopher's body was hard as iron,\n\nshaking as the wolf cried out, eyes squeezed until they were leaking, then burst open wide as the\n\ncramp inside turned from pure pain to the visceral sensation of pressure.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk leaned back and fetched both of Christopher's black-clad hands and forced them apart, then\n\nground them up underneath the pillows. With nothing to grab onto, Christopher's face went with them,\n\nmuzzle stuffed under the edge of one. The struggle had Hawk pull back and then dig forward again,\n\nwith Christopher's tail curling and straining against abdomen fur and brushing with a faint whush\n\nagainst fine black leather. Those several power thrusts lasted only a few moments, before the wolf\n\nsettled into a slow, overly-sensual deep rock.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristopher's cry out was the exception to the rule - the gut-stirring slow thrusts had him quickly\n\ngroaning and slacking forward against the sheets, face finally turning and exposing his muzzle,\n\ntongue hanging out and leaving a growing puddle of drool that ground into his fur. Hawk shivered and\n\nturned the spine-crawling feeling into a mean chuckle, body pressing closer to Christopher's, hands\n\nno longer pinning as much as stroking leather atop leather.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I bet the guy in here before me was another wolf. I bet he held you down just like this. I bet you\n\nwaved your bushy little fox-tail in the air-\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" Christopher said, closing his eyes and tensing bodily, the words coming out with a\n\ntwinge that made them unnervingly sincere amidst the sultry, fucked delivery. Hawk's cock ground to\n\na halt, resting up against the comfortable deepest point inside Christopher's guts.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What?\" Hawk's grip slowly tightened on the other wolf's long-gloved hands, matching up with the\n\nincreasing clench around his penetrating dick. His jaw hung down for a second, before flaring to a\n\nsnarl and then back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm sorry I was such a jerk,\" the white wolf continued, body squirming into a lifted-ass and\n\npulled-shoulders stretch as he squirmed beneath the impaling Hawk.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe black wolf's lips curled back again, this time hard enough to point his nose, ears swept back.\n\n\"Sorry doesn't cut it.\" Hawk slid back and knocked forward, then started nudging his hips to the\n\nside, cock running up against the deep inner ring, the hilt of Christopher's whore ass. The white\n\nlupine didn't take it like one; he cried out again, the sound sharp and holding only pain with a\n\nsinking note of humiliation as the spike turned into a sharp ache. Hawk moved to clutch at\n\nChristopher's shoulders, boot toes scraping at the sheets, gaining leverage to force himself through\n\nthat last inch. Christopher yelped again, this time cracking into a single sob at the end as his\n\nmuscles gave way and admitted his dickhead through. Hawk immediately snarled and started nailgunning\n\nhis fox-gloved counterpart. \"You denigrate me and piss on my goddamn clothing, you humiliate me\n\nuntil I'm so angry that it spills out through my cock while I'm fucked up, then you take that fox's\n\nconfession and turn me into a pervert with it! Sorry isn't going to do it. Taking my goddamn come up\n\ninside your guts like a bitch is the \\_least\\_ you can do.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristopher put up one last panicked struggle forwards. His face twisted with the painful horror of\n\nbeing hilted, then melted into the awestruck gut pleasure of being deeply fucked. Even so, when Hawk\n\ngave one last thrust and crammed hips to rump, leather squeaking in muscular strain, Christopher\n\nwrenched away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk's cock exploded, cock flaring and pulsing as it stuffed through that bucking inner ring. It\n\nprompted a groan, a momentary howl, then the sputtering grunts of satisfaction as the copious pulses\n\nwent increasingly sticky and thick. He simply uttered a hard grunt and yanked his cock out, bringing\n\nanother overstimulated sob out of Christopher. Then he snarled and spit in the white wolf's face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristopher heaved out of bed after the glob of saliva hit him all over the lips, gloved hands\n\nswiping up to rub it off. He staggered into the bathroom and shut the door, then proceeded to open\n\nthe toilet seat and run the tap.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk just slipped out of bed to stand fully. He felt dizzy, the heavy crash of orgasmic waves\n\nleaving him wrecked like a shoreline, prostate aching. He walked to the little coat rack part of the\n\nhotel room and slipped a bath towel down from a hanger, then mopped his cock up. He looked down at\n\nthe sweaty black length and felt a little cold trickle down his spine; he'd nailed Christopher with\n\nonly his own lube. He suddenly wasn't sure if Christopher's ass \\_had\\_ been wet, or if all those\n\ncries from the violated white wolf were actual damage. Hawk replayed the image in his head, the\n\nchoppy memory of Christopher's face, the warm squirming clench around his dick, the way the white\n\nwolf never \\_really\\_ tried to pull away. The knowledge that maybe he was injuring the wolf and still\n\ngetting those kind of sexual responses made Hawk's cock pulse and fill up again, and tempted his\n\ngloved hands to tense and wring at the towel.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe black wolf slung the towel back into place, a rude streak on it proving that the hard fucking\n\nhad actually occurred. He stuffed his cock back into his leathers, massaging it into place, then\n\nstrode across the room to the bathroom door with slow heel-knocking struts. His hand reached out for\n\nthe knob, preceding his thoughts by a second as they formulated a plan to soil Christopher's other\n\nopening. As he grabbed the metal knob, leather stretching tight over his hand, he heard more sound\n\ncome through the door. Plaintive grunts, the catch of breath, a few sniffs. The cold water appeared\n\ndown his spine again, and Hawk's cock shrank fast enough to cause his foreskin to shrivel.\n\nPost-orgasmic haze was always a double-edged sword for the wolf, and now the bloody steel came up to\n\nmeet him as regret filled the void left by his seed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA toilet flush washed the regret away. Hawk mashed his ear up to the door and listened very hard.\n\nThe sink ran to keep the rest of the sounds hidden, the wet and base release of an enema. After two\n\nmore flushes, the sink stopped and the shower sputtered to life. Hawk turned away from the door and\n\nleaned up against the frame, black fingers untucking a cigar from inside of his jacket and bringing\n\nit to his lips. He lit up and puffed up a mean cloud of smoke, then eased back. Despite the rules\n\nmentioned at the front desk, someone had covered the smoke alarm with a plastic baggie.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe cold regret warmed back up to vindictive satisfaction, the feeling goaded into a lip-smirking\n\noverload by the primal gloating of post-penetration. Hawk looked up at the ceiling and closed his\n\neyes. He tried to attack the encounter with various interpretations, and all of them led back to the\n\nsame conclusion.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bathroom door opened and startled Hawk into snapping his gaze to the right. His eyes met the\n\nequally startled eyes of Christopher. The wolf didn't drop his towel - this time, the surprise made\n\nhim pull the towel around his waist tighter. The black gloves and boots were gone, leaving\n\nChristopher to his faintly tinted white fur and decidedly lupine muzzle and jaw. \"Why are you still\n\nhere?\" he said, traces of effeminate and vulpine posturing replaced by the clipped gruff of an\n\nupper-class douchebag.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You bleed any?\" Hawk voiced his kernel of concern with a thick outer coating of cigar-holding\n\nsneer.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristopher wrinkled his face up and uttered a surprisingly manly grunt. \"Just a tiny bit. I have\n\nthe weekend off,\" he said, returning full circle to the faulty confident attitude he copped when\n\nhe'd first found out who his client was going to be for the evening. Christopher immediately started\n\nheading for the outside door to the hotel room, and Hawk instinctively followed. Just as the white\n\nwolf's damp hand went to the knob, Hawk's beat it and blocked off the handle.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Look, you have to get going. I have... another client coming in,\" Christopher said, brow spots\n\nlifting up and pursing in a slight pout along with the stern push in his voice. \"Look, I'm glad we\n\nfinally got to-\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Finally what?\" Hawk curled his lips back, cigar crushed into the hinge of his jaw. His leather gear\n\ncreaked as he leaned towards the other wolf; Christopher leaned right back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well, I, I always wanted to... I just couldn't really say anything about it. We were just kids,\"\n\nChristopher said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk swiped the cigar out of his muzzle and swung it down towards the wall at the corner. It was\n\njust a few inches from Christopher's hand and the white wolf yanked it back, then barked and backed\n\naway. The ash end of the stogie hit the wall and splattered into smoke and dust as Hawk ground it\n\nout. \"Don't you dare tell me you always wanted to get my cock in your ass, you sad shit. You made\n\neveryone stare at me and mutter shit to their friends as I walked around. You made some guys steal\n\nall my shit to fuck with me because I was a filthy faggot. The only reason you're saying that\n\nwistful shit is because someone paid you good money to take a cock up your greasy fuckhole.\" Hawk\n\nbore down on Christopher until the wolf had backed right into the opposite wall. Christopher reached\n\nfor something, but nothing was there, and then he clung onto the wall. \"Too bad your parents'\n\nlawyers cost so much money, or else they could have just given some to you. Then you wouldn't have\n\nto earn it by taking a load of my come so far up your ass that you'll taste it in the back of your\n\nthroat for a week.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe black wolf spun on his boot heel and headed for the door, barging through it with a swift yank\n\nto the edge to ensure that it slammed closed behind him. He kept the strut up down the hall and\n\naround the corner, straight into the fire stairwell and out to the first floor. A few hustlers and\n\nwaiting johns were milling about in the lobby, and they all swung their eyes over to the\n\npower-stalking wolf in head to toe black leather. Hawk swiped his hand into his coat and withdrew\n\nthe room and elevator pass, then tossed it carefree onto the counter as he headed for the main\n\ndoors. The plastic card with its wallet-unfriendly lump skidded right into a startled concierge's\n\nhands. Then he shoved his gloved hands out and blew the front doors open, storming out into the\n\nbracing late fall night.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nItchy, anxious need for humiliated companionship had started Hawk's evening off, and now it had\n\nreceived a full arc of climactic satisfaction. The wolf headed for his car, brimming with an\n\naccomplishment that he had to tell someone.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Under the Devil's Eye","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9823-foxes-m-m-pt-6-of-under-the-devil-s-eye.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/116198-attribution-error-m-m-pt-8-of-under-the-devil-s-eye.json"}}