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The wolf blushed as he heard the question, luckily the mask he wore hid most of his face. He hesitated an instant, recomposing himself. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Is there a Miss Powerwolf?" repeated the journalist, an elegant fox woman and host of the show, sitting on the chair in front of him.

"You know very well I work alone, I don't have a sidekick," he chuckled, hoping to get himself out of troubles with that answer. Sadly for him it looked like the vixen facing him wasn't going to agree on that.

While the audience laughed at his joke, the journalist leaned a bit in her chair getting closer to him. "Oh, but I wasn't talking about work dear!"

The heroic wolf thought for a second about escaping the show, he had faced countless villains but none compared to this! The studio was covered with giant representations of him, a big gray wolf in a red hero outfit highlighting his muscles, masked face for anonymity and with impressive strength and speed. The public present for the interview involved countless kids wearing his mask -and fake wolf ears for those who weren't of the right species- looking up to him, as well as middle aged people of every horizon. This was his city, his people, those he swore to defend from evil, and he could not let them down.

"I'm sorry but I can't speak about that, don't want to put anyone close to me in danger. Think of all the villains that could be tuning in and could try to go after them, like Underwere or Horse Dongus!" the names provoked some reactions in the audience, the mothers covering their children's ears.

The fox nodded at his explanation. "Well thank you for your time and honesty Powerwolf. Luckily, no one took advantage of your time here to try anything against our beautiful city!" she shook the massive wolf's hand, discreetly giving him a card with her number in. As the wolf left the studio he could hear her start the next segment of the show, and after a moment of hesitation he decided to slide the card in a hidden pocket of his outfit.

After a few minutes in the back stage where the crew removed the microphone they put on him as well as a few fans asking him for an autograph, he finally found himself out of the building. He sent a short message to his agent, who convinced him to join the interview, to make sure the money would be transferred to his account afterward.

"All went well, next time try with someone less pushy."

With a strong kick on the ground he took off, the wind against his face, his cape waving in the air with a massive PW in gold letters inside a sapphire. Designers could say what they wanted, but capes were definitely cool.

Even years after starting his job as a superhero, his tail was still wagging once up in the sky. Of course, his years of heroic activities weren't without troubles, he got hurt more than once, even if his body healed fast. Friends left him for never showing up to parties, he had troubles keeping jobs with all the sudden disappearance which made paying the rent increasingly more difficult, and had quite his share of nemeses who would do anything to take him down. However, once up there it felt like he had left all his troubles on the ground.

As he flew above the city, the day was slowly coming to an end, sun getting lower and lower on the horizon, and the hero knew that as the night was getting near so would be the troublesome and illegal activities of the villains lurking in the shadows. His strong points were his strength and speed, and as a wolf he still had a good smell and visions, but when it comes to finding crimes the easiest way for him was the earplug he had, linked to the police radio frequencies a friend of him managed to hack.

So far nothing seemed serious enough to require his attention or help, a fight on the 5th Avenue outside a bar, another apparently between neighbors, nothing the cops couldn't handle on their own. He started heading toward his home, hoping for once he could get a relaxing evening, but just as he was about to land on the roof, the alarm of the bank down the road went off.

"Guess it won't be for tonight either..." he mumbled for himself as he bolted off in the direction of the crime.

***

He burst through the front doors, holding the unconscious driver of the car the robbers planned to use for escape in one paw, getting everyone's attention in an instant. A few hostages were sitting huddled up on the ground, their faces expressions blank when they saw the hero, some gangsters directed their aim at Powerwolf with their guns, already looking uneasy at the sight of the imposing wolf standing between them and the exit.

"Well well well, what do we have here? Gentlemen, I think you should put your guns down, and that money back where you find it." He said in his most heroic voice, standing proud and tall, arms crossed over his chest, luckily his cape waved a bit, adding to the glory of his image, a broad, handsome smile etched across his muzzle showing his sharp teeth. Photoperfect.

He held his pose and blinked when he realized the trapped people weren't cheering for him. Normally people were ecstatic when they saw him come to their rescue. He didn't have much time to think about it because the criminals had changed their aim to the costumed wolf.

The criminals clutched their weapons tightly, before aiming at the costumed wolf. Powerwolf counted just three of them in the lobby area, and by the look of it, they were all canines. But perhaps there were some others inside the open vault, which was just out of his view. Having super vision would have been blessing, he thought.

"Don't take another step, or we will shoot them!" threatened one of them, waving the gun toward the nearest hostage.

The wolf flashed his sharp teeth and growled low at the dog, using his super speed to take a hold of the weapon and crushing it with one hand, suddenly towering above the villain. "Don't think that will happen now."

The other two started to fire at him, but the strength and resistance of Powerwolf left him without any damage other than slight bruises and holes in his costume. Definitely not enough to stop the hero who jumped on the first one and knocked him out on an instant, while the other tried to run away, screaming out for someone to save him. The criminal didn't made it very far though, and as the three gangsters were tied down, Powerwolf turned to free the hostages, who didn't seem phased at all by the commotion that had occurred.

As he began to approach them, suspecting something not right, the wolf caught the scent of another person and heard footsteps coming toward him from where the safe was located. He was soon faced by a tall figure dressed in white and brown spandex. His tall pointed ears under his costume gave him a distinct look of ear cropping that short haired canines would get, like a Doberman or a Great Dane. They gave the newcomer that extra boost to make him almost as tall as Powerwolf. Most of his chest was hidden by a black leather jacket with the sleeves pulled up to the elbow, a bullet proof vest covered a symbol that Powerwolf could barely make out. A dark metal mask covered the dog's muzzle and red mask over his eyes, hiding the identity of this daunting canine. Powerwolf smiled to himself. "So you came to surrender yourself? Guess you learned your lesson, unlike these goons."

"Oh no, I was rather thinking you'd just stand aside and let me walk out." Powerwolf heard the calm voice of the canine as the eye sockets of the mask glowed blue, almost giving off an eerie appearance as he kept pressing forward.

Powerwolf got into a fighting stance, he didn't know who this villain was, but he wasn't stupid. This guy wasn't going to back down without a fight. As the villain closed the distance toward Powerwolf in precise strides, he reached his hand into his jacket and pulled out what looked like a playing card. Powerwolf had seen a friend from the Hero League use cards, and knew what she could do with them. Expecting a threat, the wolf averted his attention to it.

"Don't look at that. Watch me, Powerwolf." He heard the calm voice of the villain. He looked up and noticed the canine standing right over him. The canine looked taller than before. When had he fallen to his knees? Powerwolf began to feel a bit dizzy, hearing the dog speak again.

"What's wrong, Powerwolf? Not feeling well? You won't even try to stop me?" Powerwolf grimaced at his sudden feeling of weakness, clenching his fists into a tight ball. With all the strength he had, the hero pulled himself to action, throwing a punch at the canine to bring him down, but seemingly his hand stopped just before contact. Instead, all he could hear was him laughing. It was driving him crazy.

The villain twiddled the card in his hands, his blue eyes glowing more and more. "Now sit, boy."

Powerwolf suddenly found himself sitting down on his rump, knees forward, legs pulled back, his arms hanging loosely at his side. He was unable to move, and began to panic. What was this guy doing to him? Some sort of hypnosis or mind control? He could only look up with his eyes, watching the face of death stare back at him, fearing for that fatal blow, but the dog just let the card drop to the ground in front of him and freed his henchmen. As the white spandexed canine walked away, Powerwolf caught a glimpse of his tight ass, accentuated by a stubbed tail. Just before he exited, the villain turned his head and Powerwolf heard him say in his most mocking tone. "Good boy."

In what felt like a moment of passing, Powerwolf regained his strength and found himself alone in the bank, all the hostages gone. On the ground in front of him, his eyes were averted to the playing card the villain had left. There was a dark red symbol representing the Ace of Spades with a black skull in the center. He heard the sound of cars pull up to the building, as cops began to flood the empty bank, the gangsters nowhere to be seen.

Powerwolf picked up the card, frowning as he inspected it. The villain's power obviously hadn't come from the card as he was still conscious while touching it, so the villain's power was probably of another kind. Policemen and women started to take over the place, while the inspector of the police district, a german shepherd, came up to him.

"Arrived late at the party too, Powerwolf?" the dog in uniform asked. The hero was used to such banter, while he helped with the crime, the cops were never too happy that someone did their work for them and got all the popularity. He growled but decided not to bite too hard on that one.

"Actually, I arrived during the break in, inspector. But something weird happened. There was a new super in town." He held the Ace of Spades card the canine left behind him, showing it to the sheppie. "Ever see something like this before?"

The dog barked a few orders to his subordinate before paying attention again to the wolf in spandex, taking the card from his paws. "Oh yeah, that's Spade... It's the third time this week."

"Spade?" He tilted his head, now this was news to him.

"That's what we've nicknamed him, he always leaves that exact card behind, almost like it's his calling card. He's committed a few small robberies, but all eyewitnesses have said that somehow he always seems to leave without guards trying to stop him." He put the card into a plastic bag, adding it to the evidence.

The wolf's eyes remained locked on the plastic bag of the smaller dog, he felt like he needed to get that back. "Any rumors on where he established his base yet?"

"Not that we are aware of. Reports identify him as a Doberman, but in this godforsaken city, there's probably a good hundred or so of them. But our best men are on the case, it won't be long." Replied the inspector, seemingly on edge, looking away at his men working around the bank. The hero took advantage of this moment of inattention and his speed to snatch the card back.

"Well inspector, I will search on my side too then if you don't mind."

The shepherd growled at him, it didn't matter what he did to try to stop the wolf, he was much stronger than him. "That never stopped you from putting your muzzle where it doesn't belong... Just don't bite off more than you can chew, Powerwolf"

This made the hero grin as he walked past the inspector and toward the exit, waving at the cops around, some smiling and howling at the hero before being quickly told to stop by the inspector.

***

Being a masked hero had its advantages, beside the recognition and such, Pete thought as he walked down the streets at night. Big trench coat and baseball cap on his head, the wolf was far from recognizable from his heroic alter ego. If he wanted some information on that villain he knew where to find them, but you could hardly think of a hero walking into a bar, even less for the stupid ones who were going around without anything hiding their face. Anonymity sure was his best weapon in his hunt for the Doberman.

He finally reached the pub he was looking for, the Talley'O, the neon light was off but he could hear rumors from inside, no windows letting you see through but that wasn't surprising knowing most of the clients were small time criminals, even if of small importance.

As he pushed the door he could hear the discussion going more clearly, small groups of men around tables, some background music, he almost expected the silence to fall the second he would set a paw in like in those movies, but no one paid attention to him. He proceeded toward the barman, quickly looking around. The crowd was mostly canines, a couple of Doberman caught his eye at first, watching them as they paid him no attention. There were some wolves and few foxes, some rottweilers here and there, one even winked at him, but he could also spot some orcas and even a shark around the billiard tables.

The barman was a tiger, he would have called him imposing, but when you are a superpowered wolf with immense strength, one can hardly be imposing for you. He flashed him a smile and ordered a beer.

"First time around?" asked the feline while putting the glass in front of him.

The wolf took a sip and made a disgusted face, it tasted like piss. "Not really, but I don't come very often, I prefer to stay out of trouble..." He looked around him, most men were dressed as if looking for troubles, leather jackets, tattoo-like markings on their fur for those showing some, piercings seemed to be the norm. Booming laugh came from a nearby table with a wolf holding one vixen in each arms. "But it's a good place when looking for some information."

He put Spade's card face up on the counter, looking at the tiger. "Hear anything about a Doberman leaving this as a visit card?"

The feline extended his hand to pick up the card, but stopped his movement when Pete started growling. "Ace of Spades? Mmmmh, can't say I heard about it."

A couple of head turned in their direction, the wolf put the card back in his pocket out of security, better not get too much attention. He took a few more sip out of his beer, trying to ignore the insisting look of an orca in the pub. "Thanks, but by the look of it someone else here may have info for me."

He finished his glass and left a $5 bill on the counter, heading toward the bathroom to try and get rid of that drink he just had. A few seconds after he entered he could hear the sound of the door opening again and footsteps coming his way.

The wolf locked the door of his stall, the place was as dirty as you could expect from this kind of pub, and it wasn't long before he heard a voice coming from the other side.

"Heard you were looking for someone?" asked the deep voice.

He pondered either to answer or not, after all it's not like the guy on other side could take him down if things turned out ugly, even if that would blow his cover. "I'm looking for a mongrel nicknamed Spade, do you know where I might find him?"

The voice went silent, and then he heard a chuckle and weird clicking sound. "This certainly won't be free."

Pete rumbled, those criminals were all the same. He looked at his wallet and slipped a $100 bill through the not so secret gloryhole in the stall, was big but better show he was ready to put the price. "Hope this will be enough."

The chuckle turned into a loud laugh as his bill disappeared. "Oh boy, I think you misunderstood me." He heard a shuffle before something started to pass through the very hole he just used. Something thick and veiny, all white with a black tip, which confirmed his opinion of who the other man could be. "This is how I accept payments."

Pete looked at the fat meat invading his stall, he gulped as he got a good look at the thickening cock. He licked his chops, pondering for a bit, after all, no one knew his identity so it wouldn't ruin Powerwolf reputation and it'd been awhile since he had the time to play with another male. His paw circled the offered cock and started stroking it. The faster he started, the sooner it will be over. "Better not stab me in the back and tell me what I want after."

He heard that chuckle again, while the dick throbbed in his hand, already leaking some pre that was messing his fur. "We will see for stabbing your behind after, I'm more in need for a muzzle right now." Pete wasn't sure if he liked the way the orca had punctuated behind, his tailhole twitched at the thought of that slab of meat pounding him.

The wolf blushed a bit, but let out a growl to mask it, luckily the other male couldn't see his face. He had seen his share of cock in his earlier days, and while more recently, he'd started seeking after women, wanting some pup of his own, he wasn't going to pass on an opportunity for something he wasn't opposed to, more so if it helped him. He dropped to his knees and looked closer, taking a quick breath at the shaft which left him moaning. That musk was potent and it drove him closer instinctively, lapping at the base of it.

"Mmmmh, yes work that tongue," groaned the voice on the other side, deep and rumbling. He could even hear the sound of the wood cracking as the orca probably pressed himself against the thin barrier between them. Another breath of that scent made him open wide and engulf the black and white meat, the taste was even stronger, his tail wagging behind him as he sucked the stranger.

That rod started slipping back and forth, past his lips as the unknown orca thrusted through the gloryhole, panting and grunting, making plenty of other manly noises, that made Pete start rubbing himself through the fabric of his jeans pants while drinking the pre coming out of the cock he worked on. At least it tasted better than that beer.

"Damn you really want that info pup... Keep going, it's almost out." Pete heard the orca groan, his efforts renewed, muzzle going up and down that cock, tongue working around it, feeling it throb and leak like a faucet, his own dick was making a nice wet spot in his pants. Without warning, the orca suddenly came, thick gooey liquid filling Pete's muzzle while the male behind let out a loud click with his tongue and groaned. He swallowed as fast as he could, it was too good to let a drop go to waste, but he felt the pole of flesh pull out without being able to hold it back, the last ivory rope etched across his face.

The wolf wiped his muzzle clean, the taste was still strong on his tongue as the black and white shaft retreated to the other side. He was left all hard and in need, but most importantly, he was hoping the orca wasn't going to betray his word.

"Mmmph... This sure was a good blowjob. No doubt you've done that before wolf." This elicited a growl from Pete, he may have been high on the experience but he didn't liked being treated like he was any less. "That guy you're looking for sure is lucky if he gets the same treatment."

Pete felt his hackles rise instantly, his teeth bared, even if his interlocutor could not see him he growled menacingly. "We had a deal. Where is he?"

"Heh, eager pup I see... I heard he has been seen around the old glue factory in the industrial district. More and more people wanting to work him, you'll probably have your chance." The guy let out a deep rumble, probably still riding his orgasm, he then heard a 'zip' before the footstep went away, leaving him alone once more.

The wolf waited a few minutes before going out, even if there was probably little doubt for the other customers on what happened in here. As he finally left the pub he realized something, he never got his money back from the orca. "Fuck."

***

He was finally facing the lair of the villain he had been hunting. No more hiding or undercover, the wolf was standing in plain sight in front of the building wearing his hero outfit, he never had been that obsessed by a foe before and tonight this would all end. He could have called backups, he wasn't the only hero in town, just the most popular, but this became personal.

The wolf kept his eyes fixed on the old factory, some lights could be seen inside, proving the presence of someone, but otherwise no one around to guard the entrance. It definitely looked like a trap and he sure would have appreciated having some X-ray visions to see what was going on inside, but the only way was to break in. He thought for a minute about the best plan of action, the front door would probably be guarded if that orca didn't lied to him, so it was better to avoid. He took a few steps and jumped, breaking the roof to enter always made for the most impressive entrance.

Powerwolf braced himself as he went through the layers of metal and stone that composed the building structure, finally touching the ground again. He was inside but no one was in sight, no henchmen nor anything. Parts of the roof kept falling as he tried to listen, he did see light, there has to be someone in there.

"That bastard better not have lied to me..." He muttered aloud as he progressed slowly, at least his canine heritage made it a bit easier for him to see. His ears twitched and head spin as he heard a small noise but he did not managed to see anything, letting him on guard. As he arrived near a door, he started picking a voice coming from the other side.

"... guest arrived, ...up to you, ...break him..." The hero recognized that voice, he heard it clearly in his head just a day ago and it was all he could think of since then. Spade was behind that door and he was finally going to get his revenge. The wolf lost his temper right there, growling, sharp teeth showing, he clenched his fist and with a mighty punch destroyed the door.

However, once inside all he could see was a radio on a table, soon followed by a big fist landing on his jaw. The impact was enough to make him take a step back, though his natural resistance probably left the hand of his assailant hurting too. "Come on big guy, I know your muzzle can take something harder than that!"

The wolf looked in direction of the voice, finding another costumed guy. Big gloves linked to his back through various tubes, and a hood hiding the top of his face, although his exposed black and white torso and big finned tail left no room to the imagination regarding his species.

This had to be a coincidence he thought while he recovered, looking at his enemy, the city had much more than one orca after all. That orca in front of him called himself the Blowhole, a villain he faced a few times in his career, not the most powerful one but his power could be a pain in the ass.

"Surprised to see me? You expected someone else?" the cetacean asked with a grin, fist clenched ready for another blow at the hero.

"TELL ME WHERE HE IS!" Powerwolf lost it, he was done with those guys playing with him, he dashed at his opponent and landed a powerful hit on the exposed chest, sending his enemy against the wall.

The orca grunted and coughed, trying to recover from the impact as the hero moved toward him, some dark liquid gathering in his hand as he prepared for his next move, putting on a show. "Don't worry pup, Spade will be here in a minute, I just have to get you ready."

After he took another step the hero felt a rubbery liquid under his paw, cursing himself as he didn't noticed it in the dark. Blowhole may not be as strong as him but he could materialize a liquid rubbed that solidified on contact, one that couldn't be broke while the orca was conscious. That didn't stopped him from pulling on his leg to try and get it out of the pool of rubber. "Fuck... Let me go!"

"Sorry handsome, can't do that. You will have to stay if you want to meet him." Blowhole moved toward the now trapped costumed wolf, big finned tail swishing behind him confidently, maybe a bit too much as the hero managed to swing another punch at him he barely managed to avoid. Certainly just one leg wasn't going to be enough, he needed to immobilize the arms too.

The wolf looked around trying to find an escape, seeing a faint light behind the door. Yet he couldn't help but think this wasn't like the villain, usually he tried to run away once he had the forces of justice immobilized. Was Spade holding some leverage on the big muscular orca? He growled at himself, this wasn't the moment to think about it, even if the memory of that random encounter at the gloryhole was still in his mind.

"How nice of you to let me restrain you!" chuckled the villain in costume as his liquid solidified around the hero's wrists, Powerwolf snapping out of his daze at that. "Don't make him wait any longer, Spade."

Powerwolf looked in the same direction as his enemy as he saw the Doberman enter, eyes glowing and jacket still on, walking casually toward the orca. "You're lucky I distracted him." He reached his fellow felon, turning to the restrained hero. "And a pleasure to see you again, Powerwolf. I see you followed the track I left for you." He couldn't see it through the mask but the dog was definitely grinning at him.

The hero struggled, trying to get free once more, if only he could reach him and fix that defeat he was inflicted, snarling. "What do you want from me?!"

"Oh, nothing you don't want too." the dog's hand moved, Powerwolf expected him to reach for the gun at his side to shoot at him, but instead Doberman's removed his mask before his hand got around the hips of the orca and pulled him in a kiss.

A kiss. He couldn't believe it. He was there, trapped, in front of two villains, and they were making out just a few inches away. Was that some kind of twisted plan? Though he couldn't remove his eyes from them, as the orca large topless body pressed against the slimmer tall dog.

The two villains broke apart and moved closer to the hero, bulge forming in their outfit. Powerwolf shook his head and bared his fangs at them, but that didn't impressed them in the slightest, they knew he was trapped so in an attempt of self preservation he did the only thing he could think of : avoid looking at the Doberman. Sadly for him the orca left the room for a bit, leaving him nothing to focus on.

"I've had my eyes on you for a while Powerwolf... The most famous and beloved hero of the city." Spade mused, pacing in front of him, his nub and round butt taunting him. "After all, with my activities it was just a matter of times before you end running into me and try to put an end to my business."

Oh joy, a bad guy that was going to do a monologue, thought the wolf as he was thinking of way to escape. He gathered his strength and tried to free himself once more, the rubber loosing up now that the Blowhole was away. Luckily the Doberman seemed not to pay attention.

"But I also wanted you... After all, it's better to have you on my side than as an enemy."

He freed his hands but what Spades said caught him off guard, he couldn't help but look at the dog, growling. "So what? You think I'll drop being a hero and join you and your... fuck friend?"

The Doberman grinned, managing to meet the wolf's eyes as he pressed one hand on the strong wolf's chest. "Oh no, everyone loves to worship a big strong hero... And you sure are, aren't you?"

Powerwolf cursed himself while flexing his arms, the villain got the better of him once more, but he liked the feel of those hands on him, groping his pecs through the spandex of his suit. Yet after an instant he regained control of his body, trying to swing a punch at the costumed dog who avoided easily.

"Oh don't think you broke free, I just let you have this one." He stopped caring for his prisoner, looking toward the room's door. "How long will it take you?"

The wolf heard a grunt and a rattling noise as the orca came back in the room, dragging a table behind him. "I just wanted to leave you some time with him, for proper introduction. Did you got to the part where he sucked me in the bathroom yet?"

"WHAT?!" Powerwolf's ears lowered on his head, a mix of anger and shame. This couldn't be true. How could the Blowhole knows about what happened in that pub? And how could he know it was him back then? Sure the guy back then was an orca but it's not like there was just one in town!

"Don't play innocent, pup, I'm sure if I insisted enough I could have got your ass too!" The orca said, smirking and groping his package, the wolf unable to stop looking. "Think of the headlines, Powerwolf blowing local villains in pub's bathroom, this sure would sell!" he added, making the hero whimper.

The Doberman chuckled at the reaction, noticing that despite the protest a bulge was forming in the hero outfit. He got near the orca and made out once more, fondling the villain's package who was now much more than obvious, stub wagging while the other flexed an arm, putting up a show for their prisoner. "I think we are all set. Put him on the table and restrain him again."

He tried to put up a fight, yet with just his arms free against the two of them he didn't lasted long, finding himself laid on his back, the Blowhole's gooey like liquid immobilizing him. As the wolf spotted the dog moving he closed his eyes, not wanting to be so easily defeated. He could hear the pawstep, hands on his legs, something pressed against his head and he started smelling something strong. Something manly and potent, and familiar, followed by a commanding voice. "Breath in deep pup."

Powerwolf turned his head away, the damn musk was making him slightly dizzy, even in his wildest day it was rare for him to ran into a guy with such Alpha scent. However, that sure wasn't enough to escape the smell. As he tried to focus, his eyes suddenly shot open as he felt pain on his rump, the orca giving him a good spank, the Doberman's package and face above him now clearly in his vision, eyes glowing.

"He told you to breath hero, I'm sure you don't want to disappoint your Alpha." Came the Blowhole's voice, lifting the wolf's legs on his shoulders.

He growled, struggling for freedom once more. The gooish liquid holding his arms slowly giving up to his super strength, breathing deeply as he focused on escaping, managing to free one of his arms. The dominant dog's musk made him feel dizzy as he started swinging punch at Spade in an attempt to get him away, legs clenching around the orca's neck.

"Fucking bastard... Looks like he still had some fight in him!" The killer whale exclaimed, trying to free himself from the hero's legs, muscles flexing in the effort.

The Doberman on his side tried to maintain the wolf down doing his best to not get another punch. Both hands around the free arm of the hero using all his strength to try and resist. "You had your chance pup, didn't wanted to win that way."

"I will make the two of you pay for it!" Growled Powerwolf, baring his fangs, but in his fury he committed an error.

His eyes meet the Spade's, stopping him in his track. His head slowly moved closer to the crotch and he took a breath. His eyelids closed as he went for a second deeper breath, wanting more of the intoxicating scent. Each time it filled his nostrils his need grew for Spade's musk, his head light, and he was soon pushing his muzzle to nuzzle the covered crotch, while his spandex became quite tented in his sheath area.

"Good boy..." the dog's commented, lowering the lower part of his costume, freeing his shaft who was fully out and knot forming, eyes still on the heroic wolf. "Now lick."

He tried to stop himself, to stay away, but deep down his will to fight was gone, tongue extending out to give a tentative lick to the shaft, and although his restrained body didn't gave him much room to move he somehow managed, to get the shaft in his maw, under the bemused look of the two villains. A ripping sound echoed and a light breeze caressed his rump, his muzzle stopping his bobbing to look at the orca, holding a piece of his costume in his hand.

"No reason for Spade to be the only one to have fun." He said grinning, while lowering the only part of his costume too, revealing the familiar black and white shaft, pressing it between the two fuzzy cheeks but not getting in just yet. "Beg for it hero."

Powerwolf blushed, looking again at the Doberman who just nodded. "Fuck me bad guy, show this hero who is in charge..." he answered, his ears lowered in submission while his tail was wagging in excitement at what was to come.

He didn't had time to say more as the orca pushed himself in, while Spade got back in the wolf's muzzle, silencing his whines at being stretched so suddenly, yet strangely easily thanks to the Blowhole's black liquid acting as lubricant. He could feel every inches sink in, his hole slowly getting used to the invasion, rumbling in pleasure around the dick in his maw, the pre on his tongue tasting good, trying to get more out with his maw.

"Fuck if he is tight..." said the orca, gritting his teeth , feeling the wagging tail of the hero against his legs as he got balls deep, rubbing the shaft of Powerwolf through the spandex of his costume. "Would have expected it more loose from you pup!"

The hero was lost in pleasure, it had been so long, he didn't know he missed it so bad. His tongue circling the tall dog's shaft, covering it in spit as he bobbed his head a bit and tasting some pre showing he was doing a good job, while his hole clenched on the other dick in him. Spade leaned over him, groping his pecs to feel the muscles, the wolf answering by bouncing them while the orca rubbed his thick thighs and leaned too to make out with the other villain.

The killer whale was going deep in his ass, the tool pushing his inside button every time, grunting low and making him ooze pre, leaving a nice wet spot on his costume crotch while the Doberman balls slapped on his nose and knot pressed against his lips, much too wide to take it in his muzzle. This felt just right, between those two dominant male, his holes used, the two manly musk filling the room and completely covering his scent, but far too soon the two male pulled out, making him whine.

"Time to switch, we agreed I'd be the first marking him." Growled the tall dog, as his cock slipped out the hero's muzzle, spit still connecting the two.

The cetacean grunted, giving a last rough thrust that made their victim moan. "Fuck, I was so close..." He pulled out reluctantly, moving around the table to exchange place with his partner in crime. "At least I know he has a great muzzle."

The dog smirked at that, aligning his red rocket and sliding in effortlessly. "Mmmph... You got him stretched just right for me. You like that pup? Two studs going at you and owning you?"

Powerwolf blushed, the familiar feeling of fullness back as his rump was invaded, while the orca was already towering over him, grinning as he looked down, expecting an answer. "Ye-yes..." He had to admit it, never a man made him felt that way, and the two villains were pressing buttons he didn't even know he had.

"And you know the best part?" Asked the Blowhole as he slapped his black and white dick on the hero's muzzle, smearing his pre over the lupine's face. The wolf looked at him with a quizzical look, trying to keep a straight face through the moans the Doberman got out of him with each new thrusts, his back arched as he humped the air in arousal.

"I didn't had to use my power... after I made you breathe my musk... You did it all on your own." The evil mastermind said between pants, his knot knocking at the wolf's entrance.

The hero was shocked by the reveal, although all he could get out was loud moan as his prostate was pound by the villain. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He couldn't remember the glowing eyes of the Doberman nor the sensation of losing control, because none of it happened. Before he could try to protest or deny he felt the hands of the orca on his neck, a warm feel spreading over it. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"You said it yourself, you love being between us... Under us, like a good obedient puppy." Answered the orca, slowly creating a collar on the hero with his powers.

"That's..." he was stopped midway in his sentence by a whine and bark as he felt a rougher thrust from Spade, the Doberman leaning on him to nibble at his nipples, hard and showing through his outfit. "Aaah fuck!"

"Come on pup... You know we are right. Beg for it..." said Spade, while the Blowhole was done making the collar, now stroking himself, pre dropping on the wolf's muzzle, scent filling his nostrils.

He couldn't think straight anymore, brain filled with the thought of the two males, he never needed something that bad, his ass clenching on the big shaft of the villain desperately needing the knot in, his own cock about to burst from all the teasing. "Please..."

The hero yelped as he got a rough spank on his rump, added to the teeth nibbling on his nipples, leaving some holes in his costume, his shaft leaking so much that his pre passed through the fabric. Neither villain seemed convinced as the killer whale forced his shaft in his maw, going as deep as possible, making him choke and gag.

"Do better than that." Said the orca with a low rumbling voice, pulling out to let him breath, spit and pre connecting the thick meat to his muzzle.

Powerwolf's cheeks were crimson, his ears lowered in submission as he spoke up again. "Please make me your pup..."

Both villain looked at each other, grinning as the renewed their effort. Spade hips were slamming against the wolf's rump roughly, panting and grunting as his knot pressed against the hole, stretching it more and more. Meanwhile the Blowhole started jerking himself fast, bending to kiss the hero, forcing his tongue in, owning his muzzle and silencing the moan of pleasure coming from it, the lupine obediently sucking his tongue.

The Doberman was the first to came, with a last powerful slam he managed to tie with the bigger and stronger male, howling as his shaft throbbed and erupted, filling the hero and marking him as his property. Powerwolf soon followed, feeling the dog's knot in him and the warm seed flooding his inside finished to send him over the edge, the bulge in his costume twitched as he joined in the howling. His cum pouring out, leaving his outfit completely wet and making a mess of his fur as his orgasm kept going. The sight was all the orca needed to blow his load, breaking the kiss and standing above the prisoner to paint him white as he shot ropes after ropes of thick white cream, marking him in his own way.

The three males fell in a pile, the powerful hero on the bottom, the table he was trapped on giving in to the combined weights. Both villains making out while waiting for the Doberman's knot to shrink, before taking turn at kissing the wolf's muzzle. The cetacean dissolved the black liquid on his arms so the strong hero could flex for them, giving more activities to the pair of groping hands.

"See pup, wasn't that bad to admit what you truly wanted." Said Spade, giving him a shit eating grin while still lodged deep inside his rump.

The costumed wolf lifted his hand, feeling the hard rubber collar on his neck, trying to stretch it just a bit to test the resistance.

"Oh don't you worry, I made sure this one won't disappear, want everyone to know the biggest hero in town belong to us." Said the Blowhole as he witnessed the wolf's move, smirking, putting his pants back on.

Powerwolf became crimson at the comment, feeling the dog slips out of him at that moment didn't helped, but after a while ended smiling. This may have been what he wanted all along, two bad guys to have fun with and show him he could enjoy be put in his place. "Thank you... Sir..."

The two villains laughed, they sure made him submit just the right way. "You better remember that puppy, we own you."

"You won't make it easy for me the next time I have to face you though..." He answered, lowering his ears in shame, feeling a bit conflicted over what he was feeling for the two and his duty as a protector of the city.

The Doberman's ears perked, smiling devilishly. "Oh, about that..."

***

The hero was back in the studio again, another interview with that same vixen, it seemed so long ago already. Spade and the Blowhole had let him wander freely and keep his hero job, the only catch was that he had to lose to them once in a while. After all, even if he arrested them for the show the orca and Doberman would have no difficulty escaping thanks to their power. It was all Spade's idea, was making things funnier he said.

He walked on stage and was greeted by the applause of the crowd, moving toward them to shake a few hands and do selfies before sitting next to the host of the show.

"Hello Powerwolf, and welcome back!" exclaimed the foxy lady, she was already leaning toward him, then again it was always hard to resist the handsome wolf.

"Thank you, it's a pleasure for me to be here again." He gave a broad smile, waving to his fans and getting cheers once more.

"We invited you to thank you for putting a stop to those robberies in the city..." The crowd restarted to applaud, some even standing in ovation, this time probably without the help of the sign, the vixen on her side looked distracted while looking at the hero. "And we have a question for you, why the sudden change in your costume?"

The hero wondered what she meant before thinking of the collar that the villainous orca created around his neck, after a few days it started to feel natural on him and he forgot it. "Oh, this? Well it's a symbol. Showing I belong to the city." He said, winking at the camera, knowing the other two were watching.

Luckily for him it looked like the people in the audience were convinced, and the interview proceeded for another half hour before he waved goodbye to everyone. As he joined his changing room to have the mic took off his costume, the vixen joined him, sitting on the arm of his chair.

"Well, I have been expecting your phone call..." She was all smile, back arched a bit to put her breast in a better position. She sure was pleasant to watch but it was a bit too late for him.

"Sorry I have been... Busy. You know, with fighting crime." The perfect excuse, it was either that or the classic not wanting her to get hurt or threatened, worked every time.

However, that wasn't enough to stop her. "Maybe we can make some plans for tonight?" the fox asked, always more pressing, even putting her hand on his arm.

The hero's mind wandered to what expected him that night, at home with the two criminals that now shared him, getting some reaction in his spandex suit while his tail started to wag and probably giving the wrong idea to the host of the show. "Sorry, already have plans."