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The fox hunched forward in his seat, eyes forward but unfocused, tail swishing idly around behind him. He'd come here tonight with a certain goal in mind - being away on a work trip for a week and a half had deprived him of certain outlets - but now that he'd gotten here, and had to push his way through the writhing, bouncing crowds and too-friendly paws, a good amount of that want had trickled away and left in its place the so-familiar desire to just go back home and lie down in bed. Been here maybe twenty minutes and he'd already downed two weak drinks and a strong one, and had just started on something new.

Right as he'd steeled himself to pay his tab and leave, though, he caught movement at the corner of his vision. Not the attempted-rhythmic squirming and jittering of the crowd on the dance floor, though; this was someone approaching him, a wolf by the looks of it. The fox breathed in, swallowed, breathed out. Finally, he'd be able to get some damn action.

He flicked his tail. "Hey."

The approaching wolf slowed, slid his paws into his pockets, took on a relaxed posture. "Howdy. Saw you come in, me n' my brothers have been keepin' an eye on you, and... looks like you, like us, haven't got any company. Why don'tcha tell me your name?"

The fox curled his tail tight around his waist, keeping his muzzle angled down towards his drink. Had a weak taste to it, and that wasn't just because the ice had started to melt. His heart thumped in his chest, just like it always did when he found himself in a position like this. He swallowed again, and wetted his lips. "Immortal."

Silence from the wolf. The fox didn't turn to see if he was still there. Then a moment later, a quiet chuckle. "I - excuse me? I asked for your name, not the name of your high school screamo band."

That was the usual response, and for a moment, the fire of his interest flickered and threatened to die. Immortal rolled his eyes and made a point of facing away from the stranger, then, resting one elbow up on the smooth lacquered surface of the bar. He couldn't help but clench his jaw, and that of course brought back the same stinging tightness from the scar that curled its way down along his right cheek; 'Immortal' was a nickname, sure, but it had a pretty good basis. This wolf didn't seem to be capable of getting a hint, though, and promptly slid in between him and the seat next to him, right on that side.

And - fuck, he was hot. As quickly as that flame started to dim did it then regain its strength and burn even more energetically. Smooth, sharp muzzle, pointed ears, eyes that caught the colored lights from above and the dance floor further back in the room and shone them back just as brightly, and one snaggletooth that stuck out over his lower lip about halfway toward the corner of his mouth, bright and sharp and white. The wolf caught the slight change in his expression, and spread that sleek muzzle into a grin.

"Hey, hey, hey," he cooed, low voice rumbling easily beneath the pounding of the music. Still, though, Immortal didn't have to strain himself to hear it. "You can't just come to a bar like this and act like a - like a fuckin' cranberry."

Admittedly, he had trouble hiding the smile and giggle that threatened to bubble out of his throat. He raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"Y'know." He held his finger and his thumb close together, as if holding a small pebble-sized thing. "Cute, but sour. And kinda bitter. And. actually, that kind of reminds me..." And he reached into his pocket, then took out a somewhat-cloudy shot glass a moment later. Immortal watched it as the wolf turned it back and forth, smidges of dust on the surface catching and clouding the lights. "Y'see this?"

"Mhmm." He was reminded of his own drink, and took another sip. Note to self: don't order this again. I'd rather drink piss.

Not that that's saying much.

"One time me n' my older brother James had our little bro tied to a chair, right? We were supposed to have a fourth party, but - aah, he never showed up. But we were all drunk, we were all worked up. Eric was sittin' there, squirmin', fuckin' rock-hard - both me n' James were nude and just kinda slowly pawin' off, y'know? Just to keep it up until our other person arrived, which again, never happened."

The wolf lapped his broad pink tongue out over his chops and looked down into the shot glass for a moment. "Then James gets a great idea. We stand right there, right in front of Eric - now, mind, he's eye-level with our dicks, and you could just see_his nose twitching and his mouth watering - and we start jerkin' off to finish, right? Well, right near the end, I reach over to finish James, and he swipes this shot glass outta nowhere, shoots his load into it - you could hear it hit the bottom - and then he reaches to get me off, and does the same for me. Came up to about _here, right?" He pointed to a point on the glass with his claw. "Thick, white. Kinda like glue. You know how cum looks."

Whether that was a jab at him or not, Immortal couldn't tell - but, then, he didn't really mind. The fox crossed one leg over the other, then readjusted after feeling how uncomfortable that was. This sounded like a good story.

"So he's holding it there, it's kind of foggin' up the rest of the glass, he swirls it around. I'm panting, he's panting, Eric is whining in his chair and trying to get his paws free, got pre drippin' down his dick. James holds the glass up over our brother's head-" The wolf mimicked what he said with this shot glass- "and tells him to open wide, right? And, when Eric does, he... tilts it..."

Immortal watched as he did the same, little finger coming up under the bottom rim to tilt it over. Unconsciously, he licked his lips again.

"...and just... pours_it out for Eric, lettin' it drip down along his tongue, over his lips, on his chin and cheek. Both of our loads. Little bro's more of a cockslut than either of us, and he gulps it down, and licks his lips. We untie him, but tell him he can't get off - but then the next fuckin' morning I wake up with his ass tied around my knot, and him squirming and tugging and panting with _his load all soakin' in my fur..."

Sounded like he was done with his story. Immortal nodded, knowing full well that that lupine nose should be able to pick up the change in his... attention. "And you just... carry that shot glass around with you? Unwashed?"

"What? This?" He glanced at it. "Oh. I picked this up from a table on my way over. It's - it's a prop."

Something in that casual, nonchalant way he held himself, and how he'd just... come up to him and told that story - gave the fox a bit more confidence. He felt himself relax a little further. "Wait. You're brothers?"

"Mhmm. Brothers, blood n' bone. Mostly bone." Now the wolf tapped the base of the shot glass against his chest. "I'm Brian. The middle one."

"And you just... fuck around with each other?" For some reason, that thought in particular was what kept his pants tight. Back in college he'd been acquainted with a pair of siblings, cheetahs, who always hinted that their relationship was a little more than familial.

Brian shrugged again. The bartender passed by, and he gave the slim otter a charismatic wink and nod before turning back to Immortal. "So long as there's not a fourth between us, yessir. Which reminds me..."

Here it came. Immortal licked his lips and straightened up a bit.

"We're down one tonight. Would you be interested in being that fourth?"

~ ~ ~

Turned out that all Immortal's day was missing was, indeed, some company. Brian led him back over to his brothers' table, and the other two wagged their tails and greeted the fox as if he were some long-unseen friend, rather than someone that they planned to squeeze between at least two of them in about an hour's time.

Brian had pointed to the one missing about half of his left ear - "that's James, our older brother. His dick is fuckin' huge, you'll see it" - and then he got acquainted with Eric, the youngest, on the ride back to their place. He seemed considerably shier and more soft-spoken than his brothers, but Immortal couldn't help but recall the story that Brian had told him earlier. And, honestly, he could see it a little bit: there was a glimmering hunger in those jewel eyes, flickering up with every streetlight that passed them on the road outside.

"Well," Eric was saying, in response to a question that Immortal had presented him with. "In high school I was on the soccer team, but the coach didn't really think I was-"

But, as Immortal had already figured, the other brothers liked to use and tease their youngest. James peered at them in the rearview and chuckled before interrupting Eric:

"Hey, fox! Why don'tcha put that muzzle of yours to work and give our little bro a taste of what's to come once we get home?"

So he looked over, and Eric looked back, and the younger wolf's ears splayed back and tinted faintly pink with a blush, only visible with those same passing streetlights. This was another place where that hunger showed itself: before Immortal had even had time to give an answer, his ears picked up the quiet rustle and zip of a pants fly being undone, and when he next looked over, Eric had tugged his plump sheath out into the open air of the car and kept his paw draped lazily around the back, reddish-pink tip of flesh already visible in the darkness. Immortal had thought he could smell a hint of alcohol on the youngest brother's breath when they were coming out to the car earlier; maybe that meant that he was in that valley of vague, fuzzy horniness, right between sobriety and whiskey-dick.

Not that he was complaining, of course. This is how I wanted my night to go. The fox reached down to unbuckle his seatbelt, glanced up at the rearview again - James's eyes flicked back down to him to watch - and then leaned in over the other wolf's lap, nose and whiskers already twitching with the rich, heavy scent of aroused wolf. Always good to get to know the scent of a new partner, especially if that was a scent he'd about to have his nose shoved into for probably at least half an hour.

As it went, though, it was a bump from the road that led him to close the distance between that slick tip and his lips. Then there was warmth, delicious sticky-slick warmth against his mouth and sliding in over his tongue, that scent strengthening with his closeness and then sharpening into a spicy tang, especially as he intentionally ran his tongue further down and prodded at the lip of that sheath. Eric relaxed back and breathed out a light sigh, angling his sheath down just a bit further; Immortal could feel him stiffen up and grow further out of his sheath, contours filling his muzzle, pressing past his lips, remaining cupped in his tongue. And that - that natural slickness, too, liquid musk, almost greasy in the way it clung to the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat... and he hungrily swallowed it down, already having to adjust himself to get into a more comfortable position.

Idly, he wondered in which order he'd be allowed at them. Eric here was definitely manageable, and not in a bad way: even half-hard like this, he could still feel the tip of his cock touch up against the back of his throat, and the unswollen bulge of his knot still within the supple skin of his sheath felt like a toy that the fox used to like to practice on. He'd been eyeing Brian during his story earlier, and caught what he thought was the outline of his sheath beneath his somewhat-tight jeans - and, yeah, it was hard to tell full erect size from that, but feeling _this_in his mouth and pumping between his lips, he certainly wouldn't mind sitting back on each of these brothers, one by one.

Eric groaned, and gave a heavy throb between his lips; Immortal moved back to focus on the tapered tip of his length, salty tang of pre oozing out for him. Or, maybe, he could sit back on them two at a time.

"Hey." This time it was Brian who spoke, head half-turned over his shoulder. Immortal looked towards the front of the car, and saw the shadow of the middle wolf's arm slowly moving. Probably getting himself prepared. "Don't get too into it. Be less fun if we get there and then have gotta wait fifteen minutes for Eric to get himself back up.

The youngest wolf squirmed again, accidentally (or, maybe not) lifting himself further into Immortal's muzzle. The fox dove back down, pressing his lips against the soft skin of his sheath, and came back up, forefinger and thumb wrapped around the base of where his knot would form.

"Yeah, and..." Eric swallowed. "I really gotta pee."

That made the fox's ears flick. He remained in place for a moment, then also swallowed and moved up. Could taste the rich wolf's musk on the back of his throat, on his breath, in his nostrils... "I... could take care of that."

Eric said something in response to that, but Brian's laugh drowned it out. "Shit. Y'hear that? James, you mind if he-"

"You'll have to clean up what you miss. You hear that?"

It took Immortal a moment. He propped himself up on one arm and looked between the brothers, another bump in the road causing them all to bounce. "Wait. Are you-"

"I can piss while hard," Eric said, softly. Immortal looked at him; the wolf glanced away, paw back at the base of his shaft. He'd pushed his sheath the rest of the way back. "If you... if you give me a moment. And, can you-?"

Of course he could. Immortal resumed his position, lips gently closed around the tip of that cock about an inch and a half back, tongue forward but not pressing. This time he looked sideways up at Eric as much as he could, watched the way he swallowed, licked and then tightened his lips, closed his eyes, shifted, breathed a sigh, shifted again...

...and then it was a different kind of warmth filling his muzzle, slow at first, kind of like a thin upwards trickle. Sharp, bitter-salty as he recognized, with the vague sting of alcohol above it. That trickle came to a stop just about as soon as it had started, and he swallowed down that meager taste - and then had to tighten his lips as it suddenly started back up again, this time stronger, harder. Eric had to push himself, and the result was evident: before long Immortal could feel the stream of his piss, sharpened and concentrated by his erection, coursing directly out against the roof of his mouth and filling his cheeks almost as quickly as he could gulp it down.

And, then, the wolf relaxed, again sitting back and letting his other arm rest across his lower body, partially holding Immortal in place. He could feel the heat of his mark with each gulp, flowing down his throat, again and again and again - and still it came, fast and salty, almost too much for him. Almost. It was that heat and its sharp taste that stung his eyes and nose, but neither of these he was unused to; at one point he actually slid Eric's cock further into his muzzle, and flicked his tongue up over the tip right where that piss streamed from. The wolf gave a little twitch in response, and actually reached forward, placed his paw behind Immortal's ears, rubbed... and tugged him down further, pulling him in until the slight bulge of his knot touched against his lips.

Down here, he didn't _have_to swallow: fully hard, Eric's length actually pushed its way down into his throat, and eliminated the need to. Sure, he couldn't breathe either, but even for just a few seconds of the feeling of that piss streaming _directly_down his throat and further filling his belly, warmth seeping out through his body... he closed his eyes and relished it while it lasted, until it was just a few small final drops that rolled out onto the back of his tongue with Eric pulling out.

"Man," the wolf sighed, lazily stroking his paw over his saliva-slickened length. He ran his thumb over the tip, peered at it - he'd still had another short burst of piss in him, which rolled down the red flesh and into his bushy pubic fur - and then lapped it off. "That felt good. Been a while since I've done that..."

"Yeah," James mused, and turned the wheel. Immortal straightened up to look around: they'd left the main roads and were now in a neighborhood, most of the houses dark at this time of night except for a few motion-detector lights that blinked on as they passed. "Last time was... what, the hyena?"

Brian turned his head to his older brother. "No, no, no, it was the otter."

"The otter?"

"Yeah. I remember 'cause I fucked him right after Eric filled his ass up. Weird feeling, like - like slidin' your dick into a water balloon."

While they spoke, Immortal wiped the back of his paw across his muzzle. Every movement of the car left him with a heavy sloshing feeling in his belly, and a strong reminder of the scent that now clung to his breath. He so, so wanted to dive back down and drain the wolf's balls, too, but remembered what James had said - and besides, a moment later the oldest wolf called out that they had arrived.

Eric didn't bother zipping up after he got out: he just buttoned his fly behind his sheath and walked up to the door, hard cock hanging out in the cool night air for anyone passing by to see. For some reason that, too, kept Immortal throbbing in his own pants, and then even more when he heard the other two brothers coming up behind them.

Brian first: "Wait, I wanna piss in his mouth next. Can I-"

And then James interrupting him, low voice carrying easily through the night. "We're gonna get in there, and I want him to sit on Eric's dick. Get him nice and stretched out - fox, you taken a knot before?"

That was an easy one. "Yeah." Unique feeling, sitting back on a guy and feeling him fill you up...

"I mean, after_it's already out? Most guys've done the thing where they got tied during, but not - well, haven't been fucked on it before. I'm... _bigger than these two, so we gotta go through some special preparation."

Just hearing that sent a sweet shiver up the fox's spine. He reached down into his pants and adjusted himself again, knowing full well that he wouldn't have to worry about the fit in just a few seconds. "I'm always open to trying new things."

As it would turn out, the two younger brothers would ensure that he was 'open' in at least two senses of the word. As soon as the front door closed behind them, as soon as James had thrown the lock and Brian had started yanking the fox's pants down his legs, Eric pulled Immortal over to the couch in the nearby living room, sat down on it - and spat into his paw to work along his shaft, hovering the fox right above him. Immortal kept on looking back, making sure he was lined up with that still-twitching tip, trying to make as many adjustments as he could with his pants restricting his movement like this.

Right as he felt the heat and wetness of that tip against the center of his tailhole, though, he had his head jerked to face forward, and then a different wet heat against his lips. From there he had just enough time to look up at the middle wolf in front of him, pants unbuttoned and unzipped and sheath tugged out with his tapered tip settled between his lips - and then, just like with Eric in the car, he had to squeeze his mouth around that tip to hold in the burst and flow of hot fresh piss. Brian half-held him down, paw resting between his ears and holding him in place without pushing him down; Immortal took it on himself to slide his broad tongue beneath the skin of that sheath, feeling the slick flesh beneath and within, and the vague pulsing rush of his piss as it flowed.

Couldn't focus on that, though. Of course not. Eric's paws still tugged him down, still led him to slowly, slowly sink down along that tip, and further down... and Brian angled his body with the descending fox, ensuring that the first inch of his cock remained in his muzzle, and that the smooth flesh of the lip of his sheath touched against Immortal's lips. The fox had to reach forward and place a finger and thumb around that sheath to keep it in place as he drank, already having trouble with the volume of it after Eric filled his belly.

And, besides, Brian's was stronger, richer, saltier. He had to push himself for each gulp, had to squeeze his eyes closed and wrinkle his nose, and on more than one occasion he could feel a few drops of the hot liquid roll back from the corners of his mouth, down along his jaw, and then drop down and soak into his shirt. Whenever this happened he compensated by moving a little bit further down the middle wolf's stiffening cock, though feeling Eric continue to lift up into him just made that tougher.

Brian reached down as he approached his finish, then, and shook his cock out over Immortal's nose. A few more stray drops splashed across his muzzle, followed by one more discrete spray of piss that caught along his nose and lips and dripped partially down to the couch beneath him. "Just as good as a urinal... the wolf rumbled, and licked his chops. Immortal wanted to go down on that cock, still held right in front of him with its scent so similar to Eric's yet notably different, but - his entire body tensed up and strained with the feeling of one wolf sliding up into him, so he doubted he could handle another just yet. Unintentionally, he started the usual back-and-forth churning of his hips as the younger wolf really started to get into him, easing himself further down along that contoured length until the rim of his pucker kissed against the bulge of his swollen knot.

From there, it felt like there wasn't much more to do. Distant discomfort of sitting in a guy's lap like this, the kind of hot internal pressure filling him out, making him squirm and throb and leak... but Eric started to lift up and settle back in rhythm with his hips, pressing up into him just a little bit harder, pulling out of him just slightly farther, again and again. Brian stood in place in front of him, working the skin of his sheath easily over his growing cock and keeping the slick underside resting across Immortal's nose - but the fox didn't really notice, other than the salty-rich scent that flowed into his awareness with each inhalation. What stood out foremost in his mind was the slight pinch and pull of that round knot pushing up into him, little by little, millimeter by millimeter.

He'd done something like this before, with another toy of his. Thing was, just as each press downward brought it a little further into him, that extra stretch made it _just_that much easier to take.

With his entire body buzzing and shivering with the feeling, with the pleasure of getting railed like this, he couldn't stop himself - and dove right back down onto Brian's cock in front of him, batting the wolf's paw away and putting his own in its place. Forward and back with his muzzle and paw in front of his lips, just as his rump worked its way along the younger wolf beneath him. Eric sat back like he'd done in the car, arms limp beside him and head resting back over the couch; he'd given up thrusting his hips and now just let the fox do his thing, every now and then reaching down to poke and prod a fingerpad up against himself, or pull that knot in a little bit further.

Hard work and somewhat painful to boot, but not something he didn't have experience with before. That was the important part: he remembered how it had taken him at least two months of practice to take his knotted toy once he'd put his mind to it. This, though... there was that strong wave of tense pain that floated through him as soon as that hot, stiff flesh popped up into him, followed by the similar complaint of his tailhole tugging back along it. For a moment he actually had to pull his muzzle back and grit his teeth, to spare the other wolf; Brian played it off and just idly pawed himself off, keeping his tip angled towards Immortal's muzzle so the fox was never without his scent.

Stiff, unsteady, stop-and-go. Force in, shiver, yank out, back and forth, back and forth... as he rode that rhythm it became easier, and the pain died away and gave way to the same familiar filling pressure, now a bit more pleasurable, a bit more enjoyable. That was the way it went: it felt better after he worked at it for a bit, after he really squeezed himself down onto the wolf and tugged up on his cock just as much as that knot tugged down from inside his tailhole. Eric kept on breathing a light puff of breath every time he slid up off of it, and these puffs increased in strength and frequency as the fox's energy returned.

Now he rode fast and hard, coming up until he could just barely feel the tip of that cock pressing into him - his tailhole remained open far enough around it that it no longer squeezed around that tip, or really the first half-inch at all - and then slammed all the way down, fixing himself tightly around the base of that knot and giving a firm squeeze as he pulled back up, further loosening his muscles, working himself out. He'd taken back up with pawing Brian off, but kept _that_cock balanced just barely against his lips: he needed his mouth open for his panting, kind of grating, breathy moans that squeezed their way out with every movement.

That was part of the reason why he didn't notice Eric cumming. With his eyes shut, ears forward, tongue hanging out of his mouth, and every fiber of his being focused on working that cock and knot and stretching himself out, it was damn hard to feel the wolf buck up into him a few times - not like that had much of an effect: now the wide girth of his knot slid easily in and out of the fox's stretched tailhole without much resistance, even if he were clenching at that particular moment - and it wasn't until he felt his claws biting into his thigh that he realized what was happening, and responded by settling back down into the youngest wolf's lap and working his hips there, intentionally squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing beneath the base of his length as he churned his load out into him.

Now there throbbed that so-familiar feeling of having a spent cock inside of him, beneath the faint twitching discomfort of his stretched tailhole. Immortal rested easily back around that knot, trying so hard to resist the urge to reach down and paw himself off; Brian in front of him kept him busy, though, and now he opened his eyes and looked over towards the other room - and saw James there, beer can in one paw, jeans fly open and hard length in his own paw. And, god_damn_, he really did look bigger. Like... like just about the same circumference as the fox's wrist, or forearm, rather.

"Good?" the oldest wolf rumbled, and raised his can in motioning to the fox. Immortal closed his eyes again and got back to bobbing his head along Brian's length, keeping his tongue cupped under the hot flesh, swallowing down the little dribbles of salty pre. _This_wolf kept a good grip on the back of his head and now pulled him down in rhythm with his thrusts; since he had a respite from clenching and squeezing and relaxing around something under his tail, now he could focus on getting his throat to relax around the tapered tip repeatedly pressing down into it.

Guess they all got lucky in the genetic lottery, then, if Brian could shove his way back into his throat while having to stop with his knot at the fox's lips.

Eric's voice from behind him tickled at his ears and made them flick. "Yeah..." the youngest wolf breathed, and gave a weak stir to his hips. Every now and then Immortal could feel another throb. "Got 'im all stretched out for you, bro."

"Brian."

The middle wolf rolled his head lazily to the side. "Mm?"

"I want him on his knees."

"Yeah, yeah..." And he drew his hips back, slipping his shaft out from between Immortal's lips in one smooth movement, a thick strand of saliva still hanging between the tip and his muzzle. "C'mon, pup. You heard the man." And he moved off to the side and knelt down, pushing the coffee table away as he did so; Immortal wriggled his hips on Eric once more, which pulled a languid moan from that wolf, and then lifted himself up to follow, shivering a little with the feeling of that girth leaving him.

Not that it'd be gone for long, though. Before he could even bury his nose back in Brian's pubic fur, he felt a pair of larger, heavier paws against his rump, one feeling and the other pulling his pants further down; then both of those thumbs centered in on the rim of his tailhole, slick with saliva and cum, and stretched him open. Just how open, he couldn't really tell from here, but... well, even when he clenched, he couldn't squeeze closed around those thumbs."

"Should be good enough..." muttered the oldest wolf, followed by the sound of him spitting into his paw - and then the feeling of another glob of saliva emptied right across the fox's opened tailhole, causing him to reflexively clench again. Immortal moved back off of Brian's length but kept his nose in the wolf's pubes, half-turned back to watch the oldest of the brothers as he got to work-

-even though his eyes threatened to flutter shut with the feeling. James kept his thumbs in place, kept the fox stretched open and trying to squeeze and failing, while he angled himself in just with his hips; he slid his tapered tip, wet with spit and pre, up against the inside of the fox's flesh and slid right on in, slowly, not out of carefulness but rather to enjoy the feeling. As that cock plunged deeper into him, Immortal clenched harder and harder just as a reaction - and at one point those thumbs did release and allow him to squeeze around the thick shaft, but by that point the next thing he felt was the bulge of the oldest brother's knot, probably as wide around as his lower calf.

Brian just continued stroking himself off while the fox dug his nose between his legs, and at a squeeze of that paw between his ears and an urgent buck forward, Immortal leaned forward again, pursed his lips against that tip for a kiss, then opened his muzzle as far as he could - and watched through half-lidded eyes as the middle wolf unloaded into his muzzle, emptying his balls after his bladder just earlier, spurt after spurt of thick, bitter-tangy liquid catching along his tongue and the roof of his mouth for him to swallow down.

Not all of it got into his mouth, of course - especially with James pounding at his rump, paws now firm on his hips keeping him stretched open, heavy sack swinging forward and hips slapping against the fox's backside with each thrust. Eric had certainly given a good start for him, but this knot still had some stretching before it.

"God damn," Brian panted, and settled back onto his ankles. He ran his paw slowly along his shaft, squeezing out the last few drips of cum. "Wish I hadn't'a pissed earlier. Cumming with a full bladder feels great, and - lookit that face; I wanna pee on it..."

"Wish y'all hadn't made me_the DD," James growled between thrusts. Suddenly, then, he bent forward over Immortal and pushed the fox's muzzle down against the carpet below, using his weight and muscle to give more force behind his thrusts - and all the fox could do was widen his stance and let him pound away at him, each powerful thrust pushing a breathy moan out from between his lips and igniting a sharp electric burst in the base of his spine that forced him both to dig his claws into that carpet as well as wag his tail around the body of the larger wolf atop him. "'Cause _this is an ass I wanna fill with more 'n just my cum..."

Another benefit of having the youngest wolf stretch him out first was that, with James's... _superior_girth, there was no need to wait for Immortal to become accustomed to it, no need for the discomfort and pain to go away. The oldest wolf just pounded away at him, bred him down into the floor. At this rate Immortal wouldn't _have_to reach down to paw himself off: each of those bucks into him, each of these bursts of hot, filling pressure and pleasure, squeezed on him in just the right way that he could feel the bright wave of his peak come steadily closer and closer.

Same went for James, too, evidenced in the heavy breaths that grated against his ears, and the taut-muscled arm keeping balance beside his head. The wolf worked his hips every time he buried himself in Immortal's rump, giving a bit of a lift, a bit of a turn - and drove his knot just barely, barely further past the already-stretched ring of his tailhole, much like Eric had done but a bit more, a bit stronger. He could both feel and hear the growing urgency, the desire, the need; at one point James just stopped pulling out to his tip and remained half-hilted at all times, putting his focus into working that knot against the fox's tailhole, forcing his way in... until, just like Eric, there was a flash of comfort followed by a much wider, deeper feeling of getting filled, pushing yet another moan out from between Immortal's lips.

Unlike Eric, though, James remained tied beneath the fox's instinctive clenching - and that apparently was enough to push him over the edge. Again and again he tugged on his hips, each time with a little more force and want, and again and again his breath came out in a faster huff, until... he dug his claws into the fox's thigh and pressed forward, as deep as he could into him, until Immortal felt certain he could feel the tip of that cock pushing out from beneath his ribcage. And this time, instead of just feeling the throbs in the flesh buried inside of him, he could also feel the spurts themselves: hot, thick, heavy ropes of it, pushing further out on his insides, the heat and pressure and residual shivering feeling of the breeding more than enough for him.

About halfway through James's orgasm - and it went on for a while; he'd only gotten a glance at those balls earlier, but they'd looked like each one would fill out his cupped palm - he couldn't hold himself back anymore. Such an odd feeling, having no outside stimulation other than the thick cock tied probably some nine and a half inches inside of him, but his pleasure rose, shuddered, peaked... and he bucked forward a few times himself in cumming, each time tugging again on the wolf inside of him, both unable to keep themselves from grunting and panting and moaning. Another weird feeling, though: his orgasm didn't relieve any of that pressure in his abdomen. James filled him out enough and put enough pressure on him from inside that the fox was just... unable to cum, or at least to shoot anything. He glanced down between his legs once he'd found the strength to move his head, and saw a thick, milky strand of pre hanging down from the tip of his length, but no stains in the carpet beneath him.

Then, from the couch above: "...I'm actually surprised he took you so easily, James... I'd _like_to say we keep 'im around for a round two, but-"

Brian interrupted his little brother. The middle wolf now sat atop the coffee table, pants still around his legs and cock just now retreating into his sheath, still wet with hungry saliva. "But his ass is gonna take a few days to tighten back up. What're your plans for the week, Immortal?"

He swallowed, licked his lips, swallowed again. Could still taste Brian's cum, could still smell his piss on his breath, could still feel its heat as well as Eric's sloshing around inside of him. "I could... make some time..."

Sharp teeth nipped down along the side of one of his ears, startling him until he realized it wasn't a _painful_nip. James lapped at the spot he'd just bitten, and pushed his nose into the fur of the fox's neck.

"See that you do."