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Lazy Ass

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by

Gruffy

2017-18

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Here's another Gruffy original for you, first released on Patreon for preview by my patrons and then unleashed to the world for everyone to enjoy. That's the best part, of course :) I hope you have a good time reading, and I shall look forward to reading your comments! Remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well. Sharing the stories on your furry social media such as Twitter is also fantastic.

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With an appearance from Brian Silverfang - written with his cooperation.

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One could say that the wolf named Brian Silva truly had it coming.

He had planted himself on his favorite spot in the Druff residence, the couch in the living room. His legs were propped up on the armrest as he laid on his belly for the purpose of doing some leisurely fooling around on his phone. His only piece of apparel was a pair of blue boxers that stroked the curves of his muscular rear. The current position only highlighted the lush quality of the wolf-ass in question, and the slowly flopping tail was hardly a deterrence to anyone intending to draw visual pleasure from the sight of the wolf sprawled on the leather-upholstered couch.

The tiger who had snuck up to the doorway certainly did. He only spent a few moments spying there, well aware that the chances of actually surprising the occupant of the living room were slim, but he also knew that they both should play by the rules of the game. Hence he did do his best at tiptoeing his way into the living room, only to rustle against the corner of a rug and make the wolf's ears flick even before he was at his ultimate destination.

"Looking for something, pops?" the Iberian wolf asked without looking up from his phone screen. The tiger couldn't see just what was going on there, although it didn't particularly concern him. Besides, very soon he would get a proper glimpse on it too.

"Possibly," was what the academic cat replied.

He moved with agility remarkable for someone of his age - his feline nature was to blame, most likely, when the cat-person of a man swung himself over the backrest of the couch and onto a relatively soft landing on top of the wolf.

"Umph!"

The muscular male now under a throw rug of a tiger tensed at the sudden weight that was put on him. It was hardly something he couldn't take, especially since the tiger was careful to put most of it on his knees. But there was definitely a lot of striped tiger there for the tan and cream wolf to bear, most of it as bare as he was himself. The wolf learned by sense of feel alone that the cat was wearing his favorite silk pajama bottoms and nothing else, spread all over his own lower body now with the tiger's belly resting on the small of Brian's back now. The warm weight of his thighs and hips over the prominent rear was very much evident as well, and prompted a slight shift from him while he got used to the feel of a big man on top of him, his scent, and the breathing now ruffling his ears.

"Gerroff," said the wolf.

"I plan to." The tiger stated promptly, ominously, perched upon his new bulky body mattress.

Once properly settled in, the shape of his belly melding perfectly into the curve of the small of Brian's back and hips flush against the boxer-clad mounds, the tiger placed his paws on the wolf's sturdy shoulders for now. Not groping or squeezing, but just an appreciative pat of pleasantly sturdy muscle. It was more companionable in nature than anything else, with almost zero risk of ticklish forces being applied to the wolf's nearby armpits.

Careful there! thought the wolf either way.

If they were not lying on top of each other almost fully naked, the wolf could've mistook it for a simple greeting gesture from the cat. But the professor's low rumbling he felt on his back as much as he heard it against his ear spoke differently, as much as experience did.

The tiger's own special brand of knowledge told him that the wolf didn't mind the weight upon him at all, quite the contrary. He was attracted to strength, and the heavy bodily contact very much counted as a show of such thing. Druff was pleased that it brought his companion as much satisfaction as it did to himself. He was also pleased the wolf didn't make too much of a show to try to shake him off his attractive back besides the token grumbles that ensued.

"Grrrhhhhmmm."

The young man still appeared largely disinterested. His eyes eyes were focused on the phone screen on which Druff could now spy some sort of a news aggregator website or an application for that matter, articles scrolling by with a flick of the wolf's thumb. It seemed that nothing was catching his interest for more than a glance...or perhaps he already had something else to think about.

"Hmmmrh... that so?" he didn't stop browsing while he rumbled his response to the tiger's earlier comment.

The Druff placed upon his back rumbled in his customary manner. It turned into a hearty purr within moments when he nuzzled the top of the wolf's head. Ears flicked up and tickled his chops as a result. That added to the tiger's noisy administrations. His fingers on the wolf's shoulders curled slowly so as to turn it into an actual hold rather than just having his paws resting there.

"And it will be your fault," he noted.

The wolf snorted at that and instinctively rolled his shoulders to meet the forming grip. Still he refused to pry his attention away from whatever curiosity he was reading about at the time, at least ostensibly so.

"My fault?" Brian barked out and flicked an ear from the resonating purrs so close to it. The nuzzling felt quite nice, he had to admit to himself. But only himself. He wasn't going to give the tiger any more leverage so early on.

The wolf huffed a little.

"You're the one treating me like catnip right now." he continued. "I ain't doing anything."

He remained perfectly still under the tiger's pleasant weight.

"Feeling way too lazy..."

The tiger rumbled amicably at the sound of the wolf's cheeky comment. It was very much in character, however, for the Iberian lupine he was using as a mattress.

"Hmmm."

The tiger rolled his body against the wolf's ever so slightly, to intensify their contact. Surely a nudge of a plump tiger sheath between wolf buns of steel and the feel of pecs rubbing on shoulder blades would be enough to make the wolf re-consider his stance.

"Lazy, you say..." the tiger enunciated.

"Mmmmmhhyeeeeah..." The wolf drawled suitably slowly, to make better of his earlier claim. He continued in an equally teasing tone. "Like a cat..."

He decided to do some good old teasing too. Brian wriggled about a bit under the tiger as well, as if getting comfortable under a blanket, as much as his limited freedom of movement allowed him to do with. He tried his best at performing his idea of a feline luxuriating on a couch, complete with a little bit of stretching out and wriggling his lower body to the contact of the tiger's legs on him and the naughty feeling of someone's dick poking at you. The tiger wasn't hard, but it was there, unmistakably so.

"Do I feel lazy?" Druff asked.

"Hmmm...really lazy..." said the wolf.

His voice didn't sound entirely convincing anymore in feigning complete disinterest in the tiger and his presence, mounted on a pleasantly rumbling lupine surface.

"I am sure I can make you feel much less lazy," the tiger said.

"Pfff..." Brian hissed between pursed teeth. "You can always try..."

The tiger's chuff was almost strong enough to make the wolf's ears flop forward. It did visibly ruffle the fur on his head. The noise he made started as a chuckle and then became a grumble, low and deep in his chest. It reverberated directly onto the wolf's back from that position.

"In case of future complaints...remember that you asked for it," the Druff said.

Brian didn't quite get to reply before the cat was already in action. He moved down along the wolf's body and curled up in a most feline fashion to bundle himself on the foot end of the couch occupied by his guest. He left the wolf deprived of his tiger blanket for the moment, and wondered whether the shiver in question that ensued was sensual expectation, or just the relative coolness following his movement. Either way, the temptation was great to lick or simply nuzzle along the wolf's strong back.

He did not. The Druff was a tiger on a mission and had to move further along the wolf's attractive body. So did his paws, from shoulders to the broad hips that spoke of wonderful, thrilling strength. He felt up the tantalizing curves of muscle for only a moment, however. He had greater things to accomplish and little time before Brian would surely realize just what the big cat might have in mind, and at that point no amount of smartphone action would serve as sufficient distraction.

The first plan, or maneuver, so to speak, involved pushing his fingers under the wolf's waistband. To aid in what he wanted to do, the tiger sat down further on Brian's legs so as to make his lower body tense up, and consequently, to make him try and rise up, just a little, automatically. It was very important for the tiger to have Brian lift his hips, considering that he wanted to pull the wolf's underwear down.

"Hmph!" exclaimed the wolf when he felt the clothing tug on him.

His tail might've not been under the waistband, due to the design of this pair, but the tiger's maneuver certainly had an effect on other rather sensitive body parts. The cat wasn't able to pull them all the way down, considering that he was still crouched on the wolf's legs and Brian's thighs were still very much planted on the couch. But there was enough room for the tiger to roll the fabric around the wolf's hips and just under the curve of his rear.

"Pfffffff-" the wolf huffed at this point.

The tiger let go of the wolf's underwear and let his paws land onto the long, rich fur-covered skin instead. He got palmfuls of lustrous wolf-butt and reveled in the familiar feel of supple muscle. The erotic warmth of his body was highly conductive of further activity, too. Fondling lupine glutes was only the start for him and his mischievous actions that had to do with Brian Silva's bottom half.

"Asked for it..." the tiger repeated.

Brian didn't get a response out, no. He was too distracted by the tiger's next move, of burying his muzzle between freshly spread ass cheeks and taking a very audible, loud sniff and huffing his own warm air into the hence exposed crevice in return.

The sudden rush of warm air over his sensitive secret places sent a visible shiver down the broad lupine back, something the tiger noted with glee even from his current rather low vantage point. Oh yes, he did enjoy playing this particular wolf like an instrument, especially when he got particularly unruly. Pretend ignoring him in lieu of his phone surely counted.

"Hrrrr..." But still Brian refused to give any ground and kept himself as still and quiet as he could, biting back the rumble that was building in his throat. The elastic waistband of his boxers was pulled taut under his spread cheeks and made itself felt on his sheath. The wolf though he'd have marks in his fur for a little while after they're done, considering how much the tiger liked to take his sweet time with these things. He had no doubt it too was part of the older man's plans. It was bound to accentuate the already quite attractive masculine curve of his rear, the fabric now serving to make the skin even more tight.

Bastard playing with me again! the more rational section of his mind suggested.

"Fuck yeah!" said the more reckless side, the one that enjoyed everything that had happened so far immensely.

"Not gonna let him get away with this..." suggested the third thought that crossed his mind upon the tiger planting his face on his ass.

"Mmmrrh", he ended up letting half of his grumble out, "... since you're already back there, better do a good job, old man..."

He made the boisterous order more wolfy by puffing and huffing in a suitable manner. He wanted to imply to the tiger, to his hopeful annoyance, that it by any means wasn't the tiger's dirty plans coming into fruition on his own wicked accord, but upon the wolf's explicit command.

Let's see how you like that, thought the wolf. He even flicked his tail for good measure. hoping to ruffle some head furs with it.

The Druff did feel the gesture, but he was too busy to pay much heed. The wolf's excessively teasing comments only spurred him on. The incredibly illicit nature of what he was doing and the wolf's initial reaction to it had the cat fully aroused by the time he had pulled Brian's underwear down. His highly charged state only made him enjoy it more, the way he claimed the wolf's body.

The very first thing he had to do, however, was to deliver his chosen punishment for the wolf's cockiness. The Iberian lupine was a proud young man, but the tiger knew exactly how to take them down a notch when required.

And if you were in such terms with someone so as to let them lick your ass on the couch, then you had let that very person too close...at perfect range to strike.

The wolf was vulnerable, and although he had only recently feigned disinterest, it was impossible for him to entirely ignore the slap that landed on his right ass cheek.

"Hmph!"

The tiger's stiff palm landed on the meatiest part of Brian's, which meant that it was not a particularly hard blow, but it did smart and made the wolf's glute stiften under the sudden contact. His tail flew up in the air and caught the tiger's ears properly this time around.

"Pffftt...fuck..."

Brian wanted to look back, but decided not to. Instead, he swished his tail over those ears a couple of times again, his rear muscles flexing reflexively from the smack... something the face between them felt surely to be an amusing sensation. At the very least it reminded him how much power there was in the well developed rounded muscles, something that made his current claiming of that territory all the more satisfying for both of them - knowing that he was one of the few allowed to do that, to explore the place many desired but very few had seen, let alone gotten quite that far.

The tiger decided to give the unruly wolf a couple of extra heavy swipes of his tongue through his intimate valley, as well as another smack on the other cheek, slightly more hearty than the previous one. The throaty sounds it coaxed from his companion were music to his rounded ears and encouraged a grope and another wet lick down the lupine's crack.

"Grrrh... what's with the lovetaps, pops... I ain't your kid..." The wolf growled out, the deeper meaning of the taunt undoubtedly lost on someone who didn't know him as intimately as the tiger did, and the attitudes the young hunk had in the bedroom department.

The extra challenge served him well...or possibly unwell, depending on whether one enjoyed having their hide tanned by big tiger paws that were also busy rubbing thickly muscled ass cheeks and spreading them wide open for the tiger's muzzle to do other dirty deeds between them. The wolf had to genuinely bite down his teeth the next time the tiger truly delivered one home. Pain rang down his hip and he felt his hard cock twitch - a reaction he attributed to a reflex from the shock at the time. His tail went up and rigid too.

"Umph...hit a nerve there old man?" the wolf taunted, head held high now while he pushed his ass back towards the striped cat's muzzle.

Another smack came down resoundingly on his ass and made a loud sound that sent Brian's ears down. It was hardly the end of the tiger's teasing of his body. His tongue found the wolf's shocked asshole and gave it a special kiss of its own. At the same time his other paw found the base of Brian's tail and gave it a tug, as equally strong as the slap that had made the wolf's ass cheeks jingle. His hole clenched mightily from this variety of surprise sensations, and teased the tiger's tongue in return.

The pull on his tail felt uncomfortable, not mention he was very much aware how domineering an act it was. He might have... tolerated it on a few occasions in the heights of fiery passion, but now it just made him squirm both along his body and on the tiger's slick tongue flickering away. He followed the pull of the tiger's paw and bent his lower back further to better angle and expose his valley and hole to Druff's mercy, or rather, the lack thereof. The wolf harrumphed begrudgingly to himself at this, at the thought of Druff treating his ass like the meal he was making it into, pulling it towards his muzzle by the handle of his tail like he did even then. His drooling ways meant that the lupine's crack was already wet and matted with saliva, and Druff had only begun.

"Hmmph..." he grunted out.

The slow, heavy, measured swipes of the Druff's tongue, each time a different angle, a different spot, kept his tailhole begging for more and his nerves sing with pleasure. Druff didn't forget about supplying a steady flow of warm breath upon the wolf's fuzzy valley either, sending tingling waves through his nether regions every time he did so and making the cock sandwiched between tan fur and leather throb dangerously. Brian had grown knotty at record time, although as of late he has grown somewhat hazy on those feats.

The tiger was truly a master at the art of pleasuring another man with his muzzle, Brian had no choice but to admit... every swipe of that masterful tongue making the grip on his tail more and more unnecessary to press that thickly muscled rear and tight little hole back onto the tiger's face wantonly. He felt almost foolish for having thought, in the past, that giving head was a submissive act, something that the top made them do for their pleasure, and the puny bottom boy enjoyed it in whatever way they could while the big bad top got the real pleasure.

But the tiger's technique was nothing but dominant. His tongue was everywhere and so where his paws, keeping him in check like the dominant male he was.

"Fuck!" went his mind.

Brian had to clench his paw around the phone in his hand to keep himself steady and not hump against the couch, and backwards too, knowing that the movement might drive the tiger's tongue to penetrate him in the process... futile as the effort to resist might have been. He very well knew it was going to happen, and soon, if judging from the way the tiger's lips gnawed away at his pucker. The knowledge of that inevitability, as well as the knowledge that he wasn't going to do a damn thing to stop the tongue from invading him made his own long lupine tongue loll out in anticipation at the pleasures it promised, as if he'd just seen a steak, or received a belly rub.

He was grateful Druff couldn't see the gesture, cheek to cheek as they were.

Obscured by ass, his mind went, and Brian almost laughed. He wasn't sure just how the tiger managed that too, to make him think of such ludicrous things while in the middle of shocking, hot, man-rutting gay sex.

The tiger delivered a couple more slaps on the wolf's rear, and made him growl further as a result. The warm, smarting sensation distracted him to a degree from the fact that the hot huffing and continuous licking action had relaxed that one very particular part of him to be especially receptive to the tiger's oral administrations. The warmth of his mouth was very inviting, and the movement of his tongue over the smooth skin that gave way to more puckered kind near the center of his forbidden hole. The tiger felt no qualms about narrowing his tongue into a grooved spear that he playfully poked at the hole and made it dance under his lips. He licked on them to keep them continuously wet and more sensual in their rub against the extra sensitive rim of the hole at the center of his teasing act.

"Pffhhahh..." the wolf moaned.

Druff smiled at the sound. He'd felt it, too, when the hole he had worked to relax became more tight, momentarily so. He grabbed the wolf's ass cheeks on each side and gave them a fond squeeze to give the wolf something else to think about. He didn't want things to get too hot too quickly, although the strong scent of arousal in their produced by both of them certainly suggested that it might be too late to hold back.

"Hrrhhmgmmm..." the tiger rumble-purred with pleasure.

Played like a fiddle by the dextrous tongue under the control of this naughty cat, the wolf didn't quite know what he liked better, those paws grabbing and massaging generous amounts of his admittedly beefy ass cheeks or the very same paws smacking down on his firm flesh with force and intent... the way real men did it, in his mind. Although the sensation had an element of pain to it, Brian didn't correlate it with violence. the tiger meant no ill for him. He did not intend to harm him, cause him pain or harm with physical blows or violence of the psychological kind. It was just a game, one of the many they played, and it just happened to involve such a visceral element of corporal punishment. In Brian's mind, if it made his dick hard and he had no regrets - or bruises - afterwards - it was good.

But that was all secondary, out of focus next to the tongue making passes at his small entrance and making it yield, slowly but surely. Brian knew the tiger would like nothing better than to hear a plea to take him already in whatever way the Druffessor desired - maybe bark out at him, whimper desperately and tell him to drive that tongue home where it belonged.

Brian decided, even in the haze of his lust, that he wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

Instead, the wolf went for the more assertive gesture of reaching back and grabbing the top of the striped head and pressing down as best as he could from his position while pushing his hips just that little bit further backwards.

"Grrrrh, that's a good kitty..." came his bellow through gritted teeth, accompanying his dominant move to try and force the tiger onto him..or at least, Brian knew, act like the wolf really had the power, or the true upper hand in the situation, and could control the tiger's actions at will.

Pretend play or not, it was still fun, the way the tiger huffed when the contact suddenly became more firm and not as much on his terms as the moment earlier. He knew exactly what the wolf was doing, of course, and considered it accordingly, The tiger issued a growl that Brian was going to feel very intimately, at his very core.. Sure enough, the tongue mashed against the wolf's hole could feel how the muscled ring vibrated with it.

Druff titled his muzzle quickly from side to side, as if trying to drill his way even deeper at the crevice of the wolf's rear. His tongue did the same too, although in smaller scale. The wolf's hole was wet and relaxed enough so that when the tiger's stiffened tongue poked at it anew, the tip managed to penetrate just a little. It wasn't obviously going to slip inside all the way until the tiger's tonsils were in danger of going in, no, the wolf was much too tight and furrowed for that. But the Druff knew from experience how particular what he was now doing to the wolf could feel.

"Awfuck!"

In the tiger's mind, the wolf's exclamation sounded just about right. It was a curious, and extremely sensual thing to feel, the tip of his tongue making its rounds like before but this time running on the inside of the muscled ring that formed the wolf's wonderfully tight puckered hole. He remembered to move his paws into position so that he could pull the wolf's ass cheeks further apart and use his thumbs to add an extra element of tugging on either side of his hole, too, to make him even more receptive for the tongue and its mischievous ways.

"Pffhuuuh!" the wolf had to let go of the tiger's head, admitting defeat in that he grabbed the leather seat cushion instead. He almost knocked his by now forgotten phone away while he did so. Another swipe of his paw ended up sending it to the other side. He just didn't want to crush it accidentally when he got even hornier. His cock certainly acted the part already.

Brian squeezed and relaxed his grip on the couch cushion rhythmically, as if to relieve some of the dangerous tension building in his body. His hole danced on the tiger's tongue, and he didn't care. It just felt so damn good to have his ass eaten out, not even if it threatened to make him moan out like a bitch.. He leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against the soft upholstery of the couch, and closed his eyes, concentrating on nothing but the tingling waves of pleasure washing over him, emanating from that little spot that always ended up betraying him under the sufficiently expert ministrations of his gracious host.

"Unf!"

The lupine's hips started moving up and down in a humping motion practically on their own... but whether it was to grind his straining cock against the padded leather of the couch or his ass backwards on the tiger's face, he couldn't tell right now. That was really a trivial distinction to make next to all the joyous dirty feelings he was subjected to.

Druff only smirked victoriously to himself when he felt the wolf's hips start moving and squeezed those cheeks hard as a reward - along with a hearty smack that made the young man hiss and huff in what the tiger knew was a delicious mixture of pleasure and stinging pain, coming together in a most unusual manner. He knew what it was like, the confusion that ensued, physical, mental...and how one just had to let go of their preconceptions and hang-ups in order to enjoy everything that happened to the fullest.

The tiger was aiming to do exactly that, too, to give so much pleasure that the wolf no choice but to do so. The Druff felt like he was doing a fairly good job at that. The wolf was getting noisier, and the movements of his hips in trying to further the contact of the tiger's tongue with his incredibly sensitive hole. He was not a stranger to getting rimmed but there was something in the way the older tiger did it, with such obvious glee that it almost made Brian feel embarrassed. It wasn't just usual reaction to that particular act, or sex in general, but the tiger...he knew what to do.

Damnit!

His mind did register the rude fact that his current wanton motions was only highlighting his positioning at the moment - face down and ass up, his cock humping the couch rather wildly.

"Hrhmhnnngghh..."

The flick of the tiger's tongue around his anus was only made more intense by the constant evil slaps of his paws over his ass cheeks. Brian wasn't sure just how could smack someone's butt like that with what appeared to be a complete lack of malice in the action. He'd always thought it was meant to be a punishment of some sort, but the way the tiger did it, it didn't feel like it. It was odd, but still good. It even made his tail bounce. Not wag - he wasn't going to do that - but it did shift about when the muscles connected to it got the tiger treatment.

It was next to impossible not to react to the smacks, but what was troubling the young wolf was that the deep grunts and huffs were trying to shift into less manly sounds. He'd do his best to keep them in... he had a reputation to uphold after all. Nevermind that there was a big, mean daddy tiger slurping away at his little hole and making it flutter amusingly with pleasurable feelings. Nevermind that he was making his cock twitch and throb and leak through that action alone, without touching it. It would just take a firm grip... the hints of a touch and the wolf felt like he'd burst...God help hm if the tiger would have the presence of mind to actually squeeze down on his knot. That would be murder to his libido.

'Grrrh... just a little bit...' the thoughts swam in and out of focus in his pleasure addled mind, each playful slap on his broad muscular rear pushing away any other conscious thought as surely as they made his trapped dick throb against his stomach and soil the soft furs there with sticky pre. The sticky sensation cemented his determination to get some further relief from the sexual pressure that made his body thrum.

Slowly, Brian started to reach towards his groin with his other free paw, the one he dared to spare from holding onto the couch. Yet he had no idea how Druff knew what he was doing, but he sure did, even without the use of his eyes.

Maybe it was the slight shuffle of his thighs and hips outside the rhythm of grinding his ass back on that feline muzzle, or maybe he heard the paw scrape along the leather surface of the couch, or maybe something else entirely. Whatever mysterious tiger super power was in use, the response was nonetheless swift.

The tiger's paws came down hard on the firm globes of muscle and made them ripple from the impact... as well as forcing a hiss out of the wolven muzzle and a squirt of pre out of his straining knotty cock. But the paws didn't move away for delivering another smack. Instead, they squeezed sculpted flesh and the tiger exerted his considerable strength and pushed down towards the couch while his tongue went in for the ultimate kill. The furrowed tip pierced outer ring of the slickened hole just for good measure... to ensure that the upstart would behave. The way the pucker in question clamped down on the invader gave the tiger a special kind of dirty satisfaction. It was pushing the conquest of his beefy prey one step further into homosexual depravity.

"Unfff!"

And of course, the half grunt-half moan he forced out of the lupine muzzle was music to his rounded ears poking up from between the rounded cheeks.

Even beyond the slick feeling of that catty tongue doing unspeakable things to him, Brian had other things to consider. Under Druff's forceful maneuver, the wolf's hips slammed and pressed down against the couch, pinning the paw that tried to reach the straining shaft in place halfway there. The tiger's paws started massaging the palmfuls of supple muscle in their grip, but the pressure didn't let up. The message in the gesture was clear enough to the wolf.

'Hands off, boy.'

Brian made a meek attempt at pushing his paw further towards his hard cock but his fingers just wouldn't budge, pressed under his belly. He gave up that particular fight, but was surprised by how little his inability to touch his dick upset him. What the tiger was doing more than made up for the lack. Even the simple touch on his ass felt great, much more than he thought anyone could enjoy such a straightforward thing. But then again, he'd never really been with someone like the tiger, who paid extraordinary attention to the wolf's rear. Brian might've been an ass man himself, but to have someone else outright worship that part of his body. The tiger's determination seemed to make all the difference Brian needed to enjoy such an act.

"Pfft...like you could s-stop me..." the wolf spoke out, despite knowing very well that the tiger had already proven otherwise.

Much to Brian's horror, the tiger ceased his actions almost immediately after. His paws did remain where they were, but Druff's tongue slipped out of his butt and then his muzzle moved away from his ass crack too. It left him a somewhat sloppy mess back there, that much was for sure, and Brian thought he could feel a cold breeze go over his ass that was still being spread open by the tiger's paws. His asshole clenched from the sudden lack of anything toying with it. Maybe it needed a rest after the constant poking from that thoroughly torturous tongue and decided to close down shop for now. Brian wasn't sure he liked the noise he made when this did happen indeed. It was all too much like a whimper for comfort. It was enough to his ears flatten briefly.

"You want me to stop?" said the tiger. "Unusual."

Brian's tail snapped upwards indignantly. It looked like he was planning to swipe the tiger's muzzle with it, although he did miss by quite a few inches.

'Don't you fucking dare stop!' was what his mind said.

"Thought you couldn't keep yourself away from it!" Brian huffed out instead.

The cat rumbled away.

"Why, I don't recall ever professing anything to that effect." The tiger stated calmly, his paws still grabbing generous amounts of wolf ass and prying the taut cheeks apart with his thumbs, casually observing his handiwork - one puckered little hole, glistening with spit and winking at him by itself, every time he applied a bit more pressure with his thumbs to stretch that little opening. The very sight reminded him how it had brought him so much raunchy pleasure over the time he had been acquainted with the wolf. The knowledge of the power he could wield over the wolf through such an intimate part of his body was a very satisfying one to The Druff.

"Pshhh!" The wolf snorted, tail twitching to the other side again. "Could've fooled me, pops..."

He made his hole wink salaciously at his captor this time, hoping to tease the tiger and get that warm tongue back in there to give him more of those mind-fogging sensations. Feeling so damn hungry for someone to play with his ass concerned him a little, but the knowledge that the tiger was such a master of his art made Brian care about it much less than he thought he would under different circumstances. His blue balls didn't help the matter in the least either.

"Actions speak louder than words, like you well know," Brian concluded, trying to grind his straining dick against the sofa but not accomplishing much besides too faint of a jerking motion to be of any real use.

Not like it would keep him from trying, though. He wasn't about to give the tiger the satisfaction of his complete submission, no matter the voiced laziness of his current mood. He'd probably already been much too active in their tryst to keep up that act. Making the tiger do most of the work was highly satisfying, though. It made him feel like he was exerting some power of his own, even if that also included him panting with his tongue lolling out of his muzzle due to the rampart anal lust.

'I'm gonna have to do something goddamn macho to survive this afterwards!'

"Phhh..." he hissed out between his clenched teeth.

The next sound was a somewhat muffled grunt. He had noticed the tiger's other paw moving off his glowing red spanked ass cheek, but had only suspected that the Professor was going to deliver another of those oddly arousing smacks. Yet the paw didn't return to its original spot, with spanking intentions or not. No, the tiger was surely using it to give a wholly different message, one that involved something very hard, slick, musky and richly barbed wedging itself between Brian's ass cheeks.

"UNF!"

The tiger had obviously used his paw to dig out his cock from his pajamas and now had it slapped in the wolf's crack like an obscene feline sausage in a lupine hot dog bun. Brian cursed himself for that mental image, and a little bit too for how his asshole pulsed with desire as soon as he felt that thick member brush against it and remind him just how girthy the tiger was.

"Is this active enough for you, boy?" the tiger snarled. He leaned over the wolf and went in for his neck. Brian felt teeth snap onto his neck scruff before he had the time to react really to what went on above him. The tiger's forward motion jammed his dick even more firmly onto the warm, fleshy crevice he had turned into a sloppy mess already with his mouth.

A proper manly grunt was all the tiger got in the way of a reply as soon as his teeth pressed upon skin. The danger of a mating bite was a great thrill for his companion, he knew. He could feel the twitching of the wolf's trapped cock through the associated clenching of his little buggerhole on the underside of his barbed shaft that nestled itself quite comfortably in the valley between the two firm jutting globes of muscle. The short silky furs that were caressing Druff's rock hard member felt simply wonderful... so much so that he decided that despite the intensity of his initial attack. he would take his time with their game and just let himself enjoy the captured rump in the way he saw fit at the moment.

Oh yes.

He began to grind his hips against the cushioning rear under him, slow, firm thrusts, and drove his considerable maleness through the makeshift tunnel formed by Brian's glutes. It was an unusually sensual experience, the soft furs, the heat, the thrumming strength in the muscles that surrounded his dick from all sides.

The tiger purred loudly.

It was a delight, truly, such a domineering act over the permanently defiant hunk. It had the added effect of marking him in his most intimate of places with the constant ooze of pre-cum from the tiger's piss slit. The motion made it unmistakable to both of them what was about to happen in the near future, all the while taking his leisurely extra pleasure to his heart's content.

Druff kept his jaws tightly locked on his "prey's" shoulder, hard enough to be pricking the skin and producing a stinging sensation but not enough to pierce it and draw blood. It was just the way he knew the wolf liked it, and the tiger was nothing but an obliging partner. In turn, he was spoiled by the reflexive flexing of the spit-shined wolfhole and the taut glutes over his by now seriously leaking cock that kept adding occasional spurts of pre to the mix and matting down the furs there even more. Both of them could hear the sloppy noises his increasingly wet dick made in the wolf's crack. It reminded the wolf just what the tiger was planning to do. The fact he apparently intended to use his own natural slickness to penetrate the wolf, to take him, felt almost symbolic to the wolf.

Brian knew that it was going to be rough and musky, the way he liked it, the stuff of fantasies. The tiger's dirty ways were pushing buttons like nothing else in him. The tiger knew to, and drew extra arousal from it, energy for the passionate preliminaries that were almost as delicious as the eventual culmination, they knew.

Back and forth the tiger's hips went and on and on grumbled the wolf. The raunchy hotdogging felt so good to the tiger that the thought of just grinding himself to an orgasm just through that surely crossed his mind. The idea of the wolf's crack and lower back decorated with streaks of white was a satisfying one indeed, and was something that he intended to do at some point.

But not now. The urge to breed was too strong to overcome for the moment, and the tiger knew only one thing that would bring the maximum amount of mutual satisfaction.

He growled, hotly, deeply, and continued to hump the wolf. His muzzle moved, just a little, to the side of the wolf's throat, where he repeated the bite, more careful there for he knew the flesh was much more tender, and added his tongue, swirling and lapping away. The wolf moaned out, possibly despite himself, and threw his head back in lust.

"Heh..." the tiger was grinning to himself, even while he continued to lavish the wolf's neck with his maw. He even slipped his paws under Brian's collapsed body so that he could grab the wolf's pecs and play with his nipples all the while the rest of his sensual torture continued. He'd already been going at it long enough to make the wolf wonder on his stamina. Weren't cats meant to be quick lovers?

The tiger savored every passionate, sweaty moment, and the wolf couldn't be happier about it.

The wolf growled hotly through clenched teeth- Druff's newest maneuver caught him off guard and made new heated sensations course through his body. Brian arched his back purely by instinct, coaxed into it by those large paws, to puff his chest out and push into them, to make the contact firmer, heavier, stronger... all the good things. And he simply wanted more of it.

"UNF!"

Brian's luxuriant motion also consequently raised his ass and pushed it into the tiger's groin even more firmly. The gesture stroked the leaky rod lodged between his cheeks much to their mutual enjoyment. The tiger was all purrs and rumbles against the young hunk's neck, drinking in the control he had over his captive, relishing how he could make his body sing in unrestrainable lust by applying the right measures in the right place. He was feeling it more through the back and forth rocking of their tangled bodies more than anything.

Having sex with the wolf was like taming a wild beast, in an abstract sort of way. It was absolutely thrilling to be riding on his back and toy with him so.

The Druff teased the small nubs on the lupine chest with flicks of his fingers and the occasional pinch, but mostly focused on massaging the strong pectoral muscles that felt so enjoyable in his grasp. He continued squeezing and relaxing along with an up and down motion. The tiger was fondling Brian's chest in every sense of the word, and he was driving the wolf wild with it, the powerful body under him tensing and squirming helplessly to his tune.

The tiger purred deeply and let his tongue slide along the side of Brian's neck. He didn't stop any of his other actions for even a blink during the wet, hot act that brought his mouth over to the wolf's ear.

"I know how to make you want it until you can't take any more" the cat half-panted, half-growled into the ear that grew ever so hot from the huffed breath that landed on it with every word that came out of his mouth.

"Grrrh..." The wolf growled as the words spoken so dirtily and urgently with the heat of the moment plucked at strings he didn't like he had. His face grew even warmer and he had to fight to stifle any responses that might have seemed too... eager for it. Enjoying it was one thing, but showing that off like a needy bitch wasn't going to do any good to his fragile macho psyche.

"Pffffhh...just shut up and keep going... fuck..." he managed to muster up a suitably dangerous tone to go with the 'command' that he hoped would assert some control of the situation from his place in the tiger's grasp.

And that was literally so, as well.

Druff's paws working over the strong muscles of his chest felt so damn good to the high-strung wolf that he didn't seem to care too much about how dangerously close their mutual grinding motions brought the leaking tip of that thick cock seesawing between his cheeks to the small vulnerable hole nestled under his tail.

Brian's own knotty shaft was practically leaking like a faucet and throbbing wildly under the assault the rest of his body had to endure. The wolf was desperate to wrap his paw around it, squeeze his knot hard and finally reach the explosion of pleasure The Druff was dangling so close in front of his metaphorical nose but not letting the huffing and puffing wolf leap off the edge... but now with the tiger's full weight on top of him, keeping his pinned paw from moving, there was no chance of that happening.

Yup. He was at the tiger's complete mercy, and the wolf simultaneously loved and hated every second of it.

He loved the physical pleasure, with pure abandon. It felt good. Pleasure was good. It was the worrisome ease with which the tiger dominated him that gave Brian too much to think about. He couldn't even decide whether it was a mercy that his brain felt sluggish by then, from the sheer amount of sensory stimulation flowing through his poor body.

The tiger went back to licking his ear. Brian shivered and he was fairly sure that what the tiger growled to him consisted of rude remarks and the word 'tits' repeated at least twice. The cat was sure to give an extra firm grope of each fleshy pec through the thick fur that did little to pad the intensity of the clawed fingers making merry love to the wolf's chest.

"Umph...ah..." the wolf found himself panting out again. "Fuck..."

Suddenly the tiger was very still.

"If you insist," the cat drawled.

Brian barely had the time to realize just what the tiger meant - and how his blurted out exclamation of pleasure had been interpreted - when one of the tiger's paws left his chest and moved along his side, his belly and his hip and under his tail.

The fingers brushed briefly over his taint and then were quite obviously used to do any final navigation the Druff might have needed to take proper aim. Considering how flat Brian still laid on the couch, the tiger didn't even have to move much to get into a proper mating position for the time honored, traditional first plunge.

It took Brian's breath out of him for two reasons. There was the sharp sensation of being stretched open and the barbs rubbing along his inner walls and the sensitive pucker of his anus, but there was also pleasure. The wolf's loins exploded with the completely alien, yet satisfying joy of having his backside filled by something thick. He was fairly sure that it was accidental, the way a body could react to such an unforgiving thing in a manner that not only was palatable, but left him craving for more as soon as he grew horny again.

The wolf's paradoxal sensations made his body coil very tight, flex, roll, and otherwise roll wonderfully under the tiger. A rough rumble and a hiss were the noises Druff made when Brian's insides welcomed him like a familiar friend. His tail swung up behind victoriously, over the flexed ass cheeks of striped fur.

The wolf wanted to offer at least some resistance to the tiger's rude and quick claiming of his rear, but he knew his fate was sealed as soon as he felt his thoroughly spit-polished asshole teased with a slick cockhead. The barbed tip kept rolling around in small circles over his entrance, tickling, teasing, slowly pushing forward and spreading him open... it all simply felt too good in concert with everything else Druff was doing to the heavily high-strung wolf. His body and mind were already wracked with so much pleasure and he'd been put through teasing that to the poor wolf seemed to go on for hours that the only thought running through his mind as he felt that thick piece of meat slowly sliding into him, spreading him open and raking his gripping inner walls with those damn barbs was a solid 'Oh fuuuuuck meeee yeeeeeeeees...',

Even his mental syllables were drawn out with the inevitable passage of Druff's thick manhood through his depths. The evil tiger's paws weren't idle despite him surely being more concerned with the actual penetration of Brian's ass at the moment. Still, and much to the wolf's amazement and joy, he kept kneading the thick muscles of Brian's chest firmly while teeth pricked skin and a wet tongue lavished the lupine's captured neck with the hunger of a starving beast.

The tiger went in deep, and the wolf knew very well when that big cock hit his prostate. Stars flashed in front of Brian's eyes and made him practically writhe with pleasure. The thick shaft milked the nut-shaped gland inside him with its sheer bulk. It was enough to make his tongue loll out of his muzzle, reputation be damned, in a properly slutty manner, the most neediest of expressions any canine would be able to produce. A groan of pure unrestrained lust escape his muzzle as if it was pushed out by the meaty pole stretching its way through his tunnel and claiming him thoroughly, so deeply that it could actually poke his lungs and get the air out of them and then out of his throat as noisily as he did.

And it almost felt like that to the wolf at the receiving end.

By the time their hips met and the tiger's groin pressed flush against the cushioning mounds of the wolf's ass, Brian was seemingly frozen in place and in a very wanton pose. His back was arched with his ass pushed back and its manly curves accentuated, chest puffed out to meet the paws pleasuring it still, and head pointed somewhere to the ceiling with eyes rolled back in pure satisfaction. It was truly a sight to behold, and Druff, through the great enjoyment of his domination over the powerful young man and the physical pleasure of a tight muscle tunnel massaging his steel-hard cock, idly wished he could capture a picture of it.

Maybe he should tease the wolf about the possibility of doing that later, his dirty mind considered, and an extra smile crept over his muzzle despite his mouth being rather occupied with a mawful of wolf fur and skin. His nose was full of pleasant lupine musk, straight from the source, and it added to the tiger's own enjoyment.

This mounted poise let the tiger catch his own breath. Their sex had been rather energetic up to that point and he was glad for a brief respite, no matter how pleasant their activities might be. Taking his time meant that the ultimate end would be explosive, to say the least. He had learned to pace himself over the years, although the wolf made it somewhat difficult to hold back for any length of time.

The Druff was quite content for the time, either way. The wolf's insides were practically stroking him, and made every moment he spent buried to the hilt a wonder. The stud's body was almost flat under him, yet strong and so very alive. The wolf felt charged, with sexual energy, lust, the joy of their raw, unabashed manly collision. His body was taut. his breathing fast, and even his tail added to the teasing the tiger experienced, by swishing back and forth over his nipples, between their bodies. It prompted the tiger to squeeze on the wolf tight, in their backwards, heated embrace. He kissed the wolf's neck, and felt a further lick of tension go through him, from Brian's ears to the ring muscle squeezing down on the tiger's shaft.

Then he started to move again.

He might have taken a breather, but that had not reduced the wolf's level of arousal in the least, the tiger could tell. The signs were obvious to the experienced Druffessor for a while now, that the wolf was dangerously close to the edge. The cat had purposefully been keeping him on the precipice, driving him further and further into a lust-filled haze throughout their session.

He could tell that it was time to fulfill his master plan. If he wanted to give the wolf the experience that he wished to provide, he would have to move in for the kill right now. The sentiment was not entirely altruistic, for sure, but the tiger was a generous lover. If his lovers groaned and panted and limped, potentially so, it was only because he had given them everything he had to give.

With this in mind, Druff acted. The tiger kept his hips flush with his captive's, and ground down against the muscular ass he was impaling. His cock was probing and massaging Brian's tight passage as deep as he could, held still in the very bottom position before he moved his hips back and forth again, a singular thrusts, before it became a circular, churning motion around the wolf's insides.

He went around once.

And again.

A guttural growl began to rise in the wolf's throat. His body grew more tense. The tiger still moved.

"Now..." was what he whispered, in a growl to one of the wolf's flat ears.

Druff squeezed the set of beefy pectorals hard and slammed his hips down against the impaled ass and ground into the speared hole forcefully, hard enough that he made Brian's violently throbbing cock skid just an inch along the leather of the couch while the bulk of of the tiger's shaft still tortured the wolf's poor, swollen prostate.

And that was all it took in the end, an inch, one shoved under the wolf's tail and one belonging to the wolf himself.

The wolf threw his head back and shouted his rapture to the heavens above, the tiger's neighbours be damned. He erupted violently, in thick spurts that made a mess of his belly furs and the couch underneath him. He even thought he could feel the individual globs travelling along his shaft before spewing out of the hole on the tip, accompanied by climactic twitching of his dick. The intensity of his orgasm would have startled the wolf, were he able to form thoughts through the distraction of the white hot pleasure surging through him still.

The Druff dove in at the wolf's neck once it snapped backwards. The tiger laid his claim with a rough bite, hard enough to make the skin and fur trapped in his teeth tingle properly. Brian grew intensely tight with his climax. It felt like he was sucking down on the cock lodged very deep inside him, with the contractions that went through him. His once puckered hole clenched down hard on the base of the tiger's invader. It was nearly enough to set the tiger off in his own right. He'd only need a little more, half a dozen quick thrusts and he would have joined in the wolf's release.

The tiger could smell it alright. The air that'd been growing increasingly muskier from their activities now carried the scent of fuck and breeding, courtesies of the wolf. He could practically taste it now, a heady tang of cum that mixed with sweat and the scent of a man in heat. It made him purr victoriously. The wolf had reached rapture, but for the cat it was but the beginning. For now he rode it out, on top of the Iberian lupine underneath him, in his rough, masculine embrace.

The wolf was as still as his host, on his belly in the mess he had made and huffing to steady his breaths. A heated pulse of pleasure went through him every time his worn out insides squeezed down on the still very much stiff cock lodged in his rear. It was definitely pressed against his good spot, deep within, enough to make his own cock throb occasionally. His whole body was tingling in the good way that he knew came after an orgasm. Even his nipples felt extra sensitive, cradled in tiger palms for now.

Brian felt oddly conflicted, despite the continuing pleasure he drew from their deep physical contact. What he experienced wasn't quite like the afterglow he was perfectly familiar with. Sure, his whole body felt good and his mind was at peace, too, despite the slightly nagging recurring thought about what it really meant to pop off paws free simply from taking it in the can. The tiger had literally fucked his spooge out of him with very little external stimulation. It had mostly been the cat's tongue, his fingers and then his cock - his goddamn barbed monster shoved up his ass - that had taken its toll on Brian's reserves and he had ended up pumping out a huge paws free load.

'Huh'

The wolf was still riding the high of his explosive release, stretched hole still spasming around the unmoving barbed lance embedded in it, heart pounding, cock twitching lazily to release the last of his seed. The warm weight of the tiger's body resting on him completely felt especially pleasant now, in the tingling afterglow of post-orgasmic bliss. But a few thoughts were still nagging at him, trying to tug him away from that sweet state of serenity.

'He made me shoot so hard just by sticking it in... fuck...' The wolf thought begrudgingly, sure of the fact that the tiger will be teasing him about it to no end later. But a part of him, which was irritated with, couldn't help being impressed by it. The way the tiger played him up expertly, dangling him over the edge , building up the pressure, and then finishing off with one hard stroke... The wolf hated to admit it, but he should be taking notes on technique.

The second thing that was growing ever more present in his mind now that he was slowly coming off his orgasmic high was that the infuriatingly familiar feeling of warm wetness flooding his insides was curiously absent. He didn't even pay any real attention to it until he shifted his belly slightly and felt his own spooge matting down his stomach furs. The Druff usually followed in such release shortly after driving the wolf off the edge first. The cat probably took pride in his ability to do that.

'That bastard!'

Brian grimaced at the casual and nonchalant way that the thought ran through his head - how he was so familiar with everything that came with being bred by the tiger on top of him and sent into mind-numbing heights of carnal pleasure.

'Whatever', Brian thought, deciding not to think about it and to just enjoy the myriad of good feelings that still were the dominant thing in his mind. Maybe it wasn't such a terrible thing to enjoy getting buttfucked, if the end result really was so pleasant, for most part anyway. Brian still thought that some aspects of the experience were best to be left to REAL bottoms to endure. He was just...experimenting.

"Pfff... got tired already, pops?" the more cocky side of the wolf had reemerged after a moment of catching his breath. He used his elbows for leverage to flex the pectoral muscles the tiger still held in his paws. That too probably felt better than it should, over his sensitive nipples.

The tiger on top of him growled upon hearing the remark. Even the slight shift of his body that followed made the wolf almost regret rousing the lumbering beast. The barbed cock moved ever so incrementally within his stuffed rear and made him want to moan all over again.

"You think?" the tiger's voice rumbled into one lupine ear.

"Well you stopped," Brian said. "Usually that means you've run out of steam."

The tiger chuckled.

"Hardly," he mused. "It was simply not my intention to fuck you raw."

The words sounded deliciously dirty coming from the usually mild-mannered and well-spoken Professor. It made Brian's insides clench and his own cock twitch. The constriction of his anal muscles made the tiger's still hard cock churn inside him again. It made him want to bite his lip.

"Thought you did..." the wolf said. "Unless you slipped a rubber on at some point that I somehow didn't notice."

The tiger was purring away while he began to lick the nearest ear. Brian tried to keep it still for a better reception of such a gesture. It felt good, in its own way.

"...I didn't mean that kind of raw...even if what you said was apt..."

The tiger shifted a little, and also remembered to give an extra squeeze to the wolf's pecs. He knew quite well that chests were Brian Silva's Kryptonite, and abused this fact to no end. The tiger could feel the nipples perk up from their half-roused state, back into proper hard nubs.

"...and I am not done with you yet..no, no..."

Brian grunted as the massage of his chest grew more insistent. It was like the tiger was kneading dough with the intention of baking bread, and not to give a wolfy friend a nice little rub.

"Ah..." the college guy breathed out in surprise.

Brian found this kind of a show of strength to be damningly erotic, on several levels. There was the actual physical massage, and then there was also the knowledge that the tiger couldn't keep his paws away from that part of the wolf's body. Brian was proud of his physique and his chest. He had worked out countless hours to build up the mass and then continued to do so to maintain it. Now both of them were enjoying the results of that labor, the solid mass of muscle covered by thick skin and even thicker, almost shaggy fur.

The cat was purring still as he continued his massage, and rolled his hips briefly, from side to side, like he did before when he had pushed Brian over the edge. It felt odd to the wolf, now that the orgasmic high has mostly ebbed away. His rear tunnel felt more sensitive than usual, though he didn't feel any actual discomfort yet. The feeling of fullness was just different than usual, when the tiger pierced him while he was strung high, rock hard and ready to fuck, brimming with sexual heat and energy. Druff's still very hard cock kept a constant pressure on his prostate, and every little, and surely calculated movement of the striped hips bumped and rubbed it in a slightly different angle. It was strong enough to still draw out of the wolf's by now half-deflated cock a slight trickle of seed in spread out pulses. The constant firm and sensual massage over his chest, as well as the full presence inside of him were doing their part alright. So did the dirtily slick sensation he was feeling around his dick and on his belly and all it represented.

Distracted or not, the wolf was wondering what the tiger had in mind next. Sure, he could take a rough hard pounding, like a man at that, as long as he was also in the middle of sexual fervor that came with close encounters of the dirty kind... but he wasn't sure how it would feel like now that his own peak had passed. He'd never had any urge to play with his ass, let alone get fucked when he was not horny out of his mind - a state the tiger knew how to produce, for sure. Just having that dick lodged in his butt wasn't too bad even at the moment, but getting hammered...that would be new. If the tiger was going to keep going in his usual style, he might end up having his ass tenderized.

The same went for his chest. The tiger's paws treated his chest like he was planning to give the wolf's pecs a sports massage and not just tease him erotically. Brian had to admit that the slightly rough treatment felt much better than any softer touch would. it made his muscles strain and teased on his nipples, and puffing out his chest felt wonderfully physical, and just plain good for him.

'Damn, those paws always know what they're doing...'

The wolf moaned quietly again and flexed his chest anew into the strong grip. It made the tiger press his elbows to Brian's sides, to make the embrace of his arms more firm on the wolf. The cat added an extra distraction in the form of his rigid pen, finally starting to move again in the warm confines of the wolf's tight ass. Druff's hips rocked from side to side, like he had done before during the evil maneuver that had resulted in Brian making a mess of the tiger's couch. Brian bit his lip. He did feel rather sensitive back there, and the tiger's move both teased his prostate and made his insides clench up, and also added another stretching to the muscled ring of his hole. The wolf had hard time deciding whether all of that felt uncomfortable or not. It certainly made his still mostly stiff cock throb anew.

"Uhmph..."

The tiger kissed the crown of the wolf's shaggy head, and soon added a lick too. Even his breathing on the newly damp skin felt sensual. Brian really had no idea that simple air flowing between lips could be a sexual experience.

"Hrrmhmm...nice 'n easy..." said the tiger rocking his hips against the wolf's upturned rump.

"Pff...good," Brian grumbled. "It's not a goddamn railway tunnel you're plowing..."

"Choo choo!" puffed the tiger into a conveniently located ear.

Brian almost felt bad for finding that too somewhat sexy, although mostly he just wanted to chuff and laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the gesture.

And so he did, though his chuckling was punctuated with breathy huffs in places when the barbed rod poked particularly deep or hit his sensitive nut, most often both at the same time. Druff continued to move, slow and measured, and the wolf was thankful for that. There was definitely some discomfort mixed in with everything else that he was currently feeling, but the skillful heavy-duty massage of his chest along with the tiger's other ministrations and deliberate movements inside of him worked to offset any of that discomfort and made his spent shaft throb with more sexual vigor.

'Damnit!'

The impaled lupine decided to focus on all the good feelings once again and not think about anything else that might detract from his enjoyment of the situation and everything that went on. One such a thing was the fact just how good the thick and very warm presence inside of him felt despite his orgasm having come and gone and how it seemed that his own manhood wouldn't be going down any time soon... at least if Druff got his way, from the feel of things.

The bracing thought of the possibility of Druff fucking a second orgasm out of him crossed his mind, but was promptly pushed away in favour of flexing his chest in the firm grip of striped paws, and the surge of pleasure it brought to the mounted wolf. The tiger on top of him sounded like he was breathing harder from the renewed effort of humping himself in and out of Brian's rear. He felt slight pride at the fact, that the tiger really got a working out much like Brian too did. It was just a different sort for the cat pumping away.

He took it leisurely, and steadily, until suddenly he stopped.

"Let's mix things up a bit," the tiger opined in a huff. "Keep things interesting."

"Hmmhm..." the wolf rumbled curiously, though offered a cautioning swish of his tail. "I hope that doesn't mean you plan to pull out your toys or cuffs...pfff..."

The tiger tweaked a nipple as a response to the wolf's teasing.

"Careful there, boy."

"Bah!" Brian decided to issue a challenge in a bark.

The tiger's paws slipped off his chest then, which made Brian feel slightly disappointed. He'd been enjoying that massage a lot, and now the tiger apparently decided to quit.

"Awh..."

The paws moved onto his hips instead and gripped there with equal strength as before over his pecs. It wasn't quite as amusing as the chest action, but would suffice for now. He was more concerned about what the evil older male might be planning to do to a poor innocent college wolf.

Brian didn't have to wait too long. The tiger moved again, but not to deliver more thrusts into his ass. The Professor's cock did move, but only because the rest of him was moving too, and prompting the wolf to move too.

"Get on your side. I'm moving over here..."

"Uhm...okay..."

The tiger repositioned them on the couch so that they were spooning upon it, Druff behind the wolf and with his shaft still fully imbed in Brian's succulent rear. The wolf was quietly impressed that Druff had managed the change in their position without slipping out of him. The new position also caused Brian's own hip to land in the puddle he had made earlier, and to smear the properly musky cum all over his furs. It didn't feel cold, having been in full contact with Brian's body throughout, but it did feel sticky. It made him harrumph a little, especially when his own still hard cock bounced and landed against his belly and the messy furs there. The throbbing that caused made his hole clamp up around the tiger's barbed monster.

"Well this is nice..." said Druff. The new position allowed him to nuzzle on the side of Brian's neck more easily, and as he put his arm about the wolf's waist, held their bodies flush once more.

The wolf did enjoy the intimacy of the position. It was a special feeling, to be cradled in the tiger's body. He was close enough to the edge of the couch that it felt like he was teetering on it. The tiger's arm was something of a safety belt for him now.

"Hmph...wanting me to do some more work pops?" Brian could move his rear more in this position, and teased the tiger by shuffling his ass a little. Wriggling his ass was certainly not a one-sided pleasure, for it did churn that thick feline shaft deep inside Brian's sensitive guts.

"Hhmmhh..." the tiger mumbled into Brian's neck. His arm tightened about Brian's body, in an affirming gesture. His hips gave a couple of lazy thrusts into the wolf's rump.

"Ah..." breathed out the wolf.

The tiger chuckled deeply.

"Hmmh...wolf likes when big bad tiger takes his boyhole..."

Brian's eyes had been rather heavy-lidded for quite some time, but the incredibly dirty words filling his ears made them pop open.

"Did you just say that?" he grunted.

The tiger licked on the wolf's neck.

"Hhmm..maybe," he spoke amidst a nuzzle and a thrust that had to be deliberately aimed directly at Brian's prostate, for it made his cock throb merrily.

"Uhmh..." he tried not to moan out too loudly. "At least call it a manhole...Jesus..."

"Hmmmmrh..." The tiger rumbled into Brian's ear along with a warm huff of air that made it twitch in a most amusing manner. Druff hooked his free arm under the wolf's body and around his waist to continue hold him close while he moved the one draped over Brian's waist slowly over his flank, grabbing and squeezing a beefy buttock appreciatively on the way, and continued slowly and teasingly over a muscular thigh all the way under the wolf's knee and grabbed firmly.

Brian was curious for but a moment until he realized what his big spoon was about to do as his leg was raised to fit the classic sideways fucking position, allowing much easier access to the tiger into stuffed hole. Druff ground his hips against the impaled ass experimentally, and once he found things to be satisfactory, he sprung into action once more.

"Uh!"

This time he wasn't hold himself back, but went right at it. He had the wolf in his grip, and that meant that he was not going to go anywhere. The Druff was able to go at it as hard as he wanted to.

"Wolf... likes... when big... bad... tiger... takes his tight... little... manhole..." The big tiger growled his revised remark into Brian's ear, deep hard teeth-rattling humps punctuating every word. Druff kept pulling out as far as he could before slamming back home to the hilt, and feeling that tight tunnel clench so deliciously over his barbed cock.

"Auh-uh!" the wolf grunted and huffed, probably louder than he preferred.

"Hssshh...it's what wolfy manholes are for..." the tiger grumbled in that same incredibly rude tone.

"Don't g-generalise!"

"Hah!" the tiger's breathy chuckle puffed into the wolf's ear. He continued pumping into the still amusingly tight hole at the same hearty pace as when he started this round two.

"Phaah!"

The rumbling feline couldn't keep his paws still for long either. He wanted to take in and enjoy as much of the young hunk in his grasp as he could, and it certainly was a situation that he intended to take advantage of. He ran his fingers up over the wolf's flexing thigh again and then dug his fingers into the sticky furs of the wolf's stomach, feeling up firm muscle through the thick pelt. It was a caress that the wolf enjoying, obviously, for the resulting rumbling the tiger could sense through the touch too.

"Hsshhmm..." the tiger continued to croon into Brian's ear.

The tiger's continued fucking action and chest-groping was enough to distract Brian for a moment. Hence it came mostly as a surprise when musky fingers approached his muzzle and then their sticky, padded tips pressed to his lips.

"Suck," the tiger said. It sounded like an order.

The wolf jerked his head back slightly when the wet fingers touched his lips, and almost opened his muzzle on a reflex before his once again strained mind, under the weight of all the sensory input, caught up with the situation unfolding around and in him.

'What does he take me for?' Brian thought with a deep growl rising in his throat. He tilted his head back into the direction of the tiger, but as soon as he opened his mouth to protest, Druff sprung his trap. One particularly heavy thrust, so hard it made the broad muscular rump jiggle from the force and squashed the wolf's prostate with the thick barbed tool lodged deep within, and just like that, whatever words were about to leave the lupine's now agape muzzle trailed off into a heavy, incomprehensible moan. The devious daddy tiger took the opportunity to shove the messy fingers wet with Brian's own seed into the open muzzle, against his tongue and the sides, around the poor wolf's gums.

Druff rumbled deeply. He was very satisfied by both the clenching warmth of the tunnel around his throbbing cock as well as the success of his little operation. He purred when the dazed hunk's tongue moved lazily over his fingers out of what was most likely an automatic reaction to something being lodged in there. The Druff purred low and strong, making sure to press his chest against Brian's back so he could feel the hearty vibrations. He never stopped running his hips in a good rhythm, pumping against the wolf's rump.

"Good boy..." Druff rumbled in that low dirty tone right into the wolf's ear before lavishing it with sensual swipe of his tongue.

The words were almost enough to make the wolf stop, but he did not, not after the initial shock wore off. Maybe being a good boy every now and then didn't do any harm. Plus, it was something incredibly dirty that he was doing, sucking his own cum off the daddy tiger's fingers. He'd rarely tasted his own, having felt no great compulsion to sample his produce. The taste still didn't do much to him, Brian had to admit, but the texture, the nasty slickness, and the tiger's fingers playfully forcing it onto his tongue made it surprisingly sensual for him.

"Hmrmhhm..." he gave a token grunt, and received a hard prostate poke and a nipple tweak for it.

"Maybe I'll give you something else to clean later, too..." the tiger drawled while twisting his hips meaningfully, driving his cock once again into Brian's guts.

That remark, however, brought Brian out of his little daze and he growled at the tiger, throwing him a menacing glance over his shoulder.

"Don't tesht your luhk, tigher!"

The threat was somewhat diminished by the slurred words that were the result of fingers in his mouth and were also apparently an afterthought, because he made no effort to pull his maw off them. He couldn't do much to reinforce his threats either way. The tiger's hold was restciting enough, and he was really loathe to make a proper escape attempt either. Evil cat's doing or not, the position was too comfortable to leave for now.

"Hahah," chuckled the tiger.

At least Brian had the freedom of movement to swipe the side of Druff's muzzle with his tail. It probably came off more as a playful gesture than a reprimanding one. Even swinging his tail felt kind of good for the wolf at the moment, since it caused some interesting tugging inside his plundered ass and all that was involved there. The tiger rumbled approvingly when it made the wolf's insides clamp down on him again. He treated the wolf in kind to a few extra enthusiastic thrusts, as a reward. They were hard enough to make the tiger's balls slap loudly against Brian's.

"Umhph!"

.

"Hsshh..." the tiger soothed into Brian's neck, "good boy..."

He pulled the fingers out of Brian's mouth and replaced them with his tongue, pushed between the surprised lips. He could feel the wolf's brush his own.

Brian welcomed the liplock enthusiastically and met the tiger's tongue with his own. The wolf relished making out with his evil feline companion. Aside from the tiger being a very fun and skilled kissing partner, among other things, it also provided the ever-exciting opportunity to lock horns with The Druffessor. It was both just for the pleasure of the act and the thrill of another little competition for dominance, as well as satisfying that primal urge to wrestle tongues with your partner in the heights of passion.

Brian was grateful for the opportunity to assert himself, no matter how moot it might be in lieu of being captured and thoroughly bred by the raunchy older cat to what was slowly starting to feel like a second orgasm.

'Damn!'

The thought would have made the wolf grimace physically, if his muzzle wasn't otherwise occupied. He just groaned into their kiss, all the while shoving both their tongues back into the tiger's muzzle and swiping around like he owned the place.

'Cats!' Brian thought, savoring the small victory while his tight little hole was treated to steady heavy pounding that made Druff's balls swat his taint and buttocks obscenely, the lewd smacking sounds blending in with the background noise. It all felt and sounded so carnal and dirty, it made the wolf growl out in lust into their heated kiss and his cock twitch back to full hardness once more. He felt very swollen and very hard, and slightly sore, too, much to Brian's chagrin. He was used to at least a small break in the festivities after getting off, and now his body was reminding him big time that this reprieve had not happened now. At least the tiger's paw was rubbing his thighs and not his shaft, at the moment, anyway. Brian had a feeling -besides the cock pumping his ass - that the cat might decide to go for the knotty tool in the near future, just because he could.

The tiger was practically chewing on the wolf's neck, as he continued to outright fuck the Iberian lupine, just as hard as he pleased. The college wolf was warm, solid and immensely attractive, let alone strong, held in the sandwich grip of the tiger's body and his arms. Every muscle rolled under this rather unconventional workout that had the wolf panting into their continued kiss. Brian couldn't help but feel impressed by the energy the older male could put into the act, even after a relatively long time going at it. He must've been pacing himself more than the wolf could immediately give credit for. It was understandable, too, at least in retrospect. Most of the sexual acts during the eve had concentrated on the wolf, with the tiger being very active, but giving generously rather than just taking.

'Figures' thought the wolf wryly. 'At least he has to do a lot of work to get me going.'

The results were mutually pleasurable.

The wolf was putty in the tiger's paws. enjoying every moment under the cat's spell. The Druff revelled in the masculine spectacle that was the wolf's body, shared for now but not tamed. The tiger knew that would not be possible, but it did not pain him to think about it. The trying was what amused him, and got him to places such as this, drilling his dick under the wolf's twitching tail.

'"Hrmhhm..." the tiger growled hungrily into the wolf's neck.

Surely the wolf felt how it changed, the way the tiger moved in and out of him. He put even more weight to it, almost enough to shove Brian off the couch if he added any more swing to his motions. Druff held onto the wolf tight so as to prevent that from happening. Brian even thought he could hear the wooden fittings of the couch creak under their ardour. It made him wonder if the tiger had actually ever broken a bed with sex. He probably shouldn't have thought about that, considering the tiger was still well in position to break something very personal belonging to the wolf. He was already making both his cock and his balls ache, from arousal, and the swat swat swat of the tiger's own 'nads tapping away.

The tiger's teeth nicked on thick skin, and Brian knew. He knew even before Druff's hips slammed forward and he was effectively impaling all of his length inside the wolf's inviting ass.

Sore or not, Brian felt the additional warmth explode inside him. He couldn't sense individual spurts like some people claimed they could, he knew, but the liquid heat flowing into his rear was unmistakable. The knowledge that he was being bred still had the power of turning his face bright red under his furs, he was sure of it. The experience certainly warranted it. Pumping your seed inside someone was still the manliest act Brian could think of, and the tiger was certainly performing that deed with maximum masculine effect.

Then it got even worse. The tiger, even amidst the throes of his orgasm, had enough mischief left to move his paw so that instead of fondling Brian's thigh, he grabbed the wolf's knot and squeezed it into his palm.

It felt as odd as always to the wolf, the feeling of the tiger's warm seed flooding into him, the act of ultimate conquest over another male. But he only had moments to focus on these cumbersome thoughts before the tiger's evil paw made lightning flash through his mind and a loud groan ring through the room. Brian clamped down hard on the churning barbed monster inside him out of pure reflex, as was the cat's aim most likely, with the grabby-paws touch on Brian's most sensitive flesh.

Druff played and manipulated the powerful body in his grasp to perfection, as if pushing a button or pulling a lever, taking his pleasure from his partner to his heart's content... as well as trying to get the young wolf off a second time in the same stuffing session... something that would make for a highlight during amusing pillow talk, the satisfied tiger was sure, as he bit down on the wolf just the way he knew Brian liked it - rough and hard.

And he brought the wolf close... the young hunk felt the faintest echoes of an orgasm at the edge of his mind... but it wasn't quite there. Everything that the tiger was making him feel now was exhilarating and incredibly stimulating. Getting off quite recently left the wolf slightly numb and thus it was not quite enough to get him to spill his seed a second time, something he found himself grateful for. Brian felt that having two orgasms fucked out of him in succession would be too embarrassing and slutty. It would've given the tiger immense bragging rights. He would probably not let the wolf forget just how much he had enjoyed getting it up the butt.

"Hrmhmhmhmhmm..."

The tiger sounded supremely satisfied once he let go of Brian's neck - and his cock - and simply concentrated on breathing for the moment.

"Well that was something..." the Druff mused.

Brian felt tingly, and not a little frustrated, especially with his prevailing, hugely hard boner that continued to rage on. His ass felt like an utter mess too.

Used.

"Pfff...I'm not talking to you," Brian said.

Hence chuckled the tiger.

"What's wrong?" Druff mreowed.

"Always teasing..." the wolf huffed. "Not giving me a breather..."

The tiger patted on Brian's hip fondly. Brian felt too drained to counter that even with a tail swat.

"You're young," he said. "You can keep running after others have had to stop."

This time the wolf got out a satisfied rumble of his own. That he could use against the cat, he thought victoriously.

"Humph...well on that logic, if our positions were reversed, I'd still be going and going..." Brian said. It was hardly innocent, and he felt his ass clench and his cock twitch at the idea of being the one buried under a striped tail.

Ffffuuuuuuck!

It wasn't the most comfortable surge of arousal he had ever felt, but he liked it anyway. And he also liked how it made the tiger bite down on his ear and grumble anew, and squeeze him tightly onto his chest. Druff was obviously loathe to let him go yet.

"You should be careful of what you you wish for," Druff said.

It sounded very sensual, but even more so was the paw that once again wrapped itself onto Brian's shaft and squeezed it.

The wolf snorted, and overall seemed unimpressed.

"Sounds to me like you're just trying to sound tough..." He rumbled from his chest. "Empty threats..."

The wolf moved the paw that wasn't down on the couch surface and grabbed around Druff's own striped fist that was still firmly around one proudly upright wolf cock. Brian put some of his own strength into the grip. It was an amusingly novel sensation, feeling the familiar squeeze of your own paw through someone else's palm. The warm contact of their dual digits was as pleasant as always. It was fun enough to squeeze Druff's paw around himself a few times to enjoy it properly. There was also the pleasure of being able to exert some control over his striped partner, an aspect of their sexual relationship they both found enjoyable and stimulating, that tug-of-war for dominance.

'A clash of manhood...' The wolf thought idly, amused by that particular phrase as their variously turgid manhoods had clashed in quite a literal sense on many an occasion. He never blew just from frotting before he met the dirty academic. The thought of the heavy rhythmic grinding of their hips while they pressed beefy chests together and wrestled with their tongues in their locked muzzles made his dick ooze pre over their joined paws. He'd almost think it was a romantic gesture were they not wrapped around his thick hard leaking shaft.

'Fuck yeah!' His more carnal side was rearing up more and more in Brian's mind as he gripped Druff's paw harder and kept it in place for a few humps, the motion regrettably churning the tiger's own maleness through his very sensitive, and very thoroughly bred, insides. It made the wolf grit his teeth and growl. It was still feeling rather good.

"Look at what you did here..." the sentence came with an accentuating squeeze of their hands. " You should just flop down on your belly right now so I can take care of it... and you..."

The last part came out in a deliberately low and husky voice.

"It'd only be courteous...daddy..."

The tiger chuffed. He did not sound irked by the wolf's bold remarks. The rumbling of his mirth could be felt all over Brian's own back, through their physical contact.

"Remember where you are, boy," the tiger said. He still sounded rather amused. He was definitely in control, too, considering how their bodies were posed on the crowded couch. Nothing said 'in charge' like a dick shoved up someone's butt.

The wolf snorted, but he couldn't deny what a turn on the tiger's casual dominance behavior was. It really felt like he was putting little effort to it, but let it all come out naturally. Brian couldn't help but feel impressed by it. The tiger possessed a kind of strange animal magnetism he was vulnerable to. Brian didn't exactly like it, but he enjoyed the thought that one day he too might be able to do something like that. At least he got the best teacher in the tiger in question.

"Bah," was what he said. "Hard to forget...under the circumstances..."

"So just relax," Druff said with a smirk.

"A bit difficult when you left me high and dry..." Brian grumbled. "Rude..."

The tiger's tail whipped behind him, and against the leather of the couch in amusement.

"You seem to have a rather firm hold over the situation."

He gave a cursory squeeze with his paw and rumbled amusedly at his own quip.

"It's your responsibility to deal with, as a proper host!" the wolf barked back after a chortle.

Druff purred against the nape of the wolf's neck and nuzzled there, taking in whiffs of the young hunk's pleasantly musky scent.

"Are you questioning my hospitality?" the tiger mumbled into the back of Brian's neck, the mirth never fading from his voice, easily heard by the flicking ears right above.

"Pfff...I'm beginning to!" The wolf grunted, his insides clenching reflexively over the barbed intruder still holding its ground from the slow massage his hard shaft was receiving from the lupine's intimate muscles.

"Well, we can't have that." Druff stated from his comfortable place at the back of his mount, and after one last parting grind of his hips against those lush muscular cheeks he regrettably started removing his lance from it's warm snug sheath while kissing at the wolf's neck. He began to move his lumbering body over Brian's, as soon as he got more freedom of motion due to his cock slipping more and more out of the wolf's rear. It tugged down on the wolf's stretched out hole from a rather curious angle while he did so and made him harrumph, though he made an even louder noise when the tiger dick plopped out for good.

"Uhmph!"

The rather sloppy shaft slipped along his taint and then over his ass cheek, probably leaving a musky, messy trail along. It did feel like the cat was marking him, something that would've had the power to irk the wolf under most other circumstances. At least the tiger didn't spend too much at it, much to Brian's comfort, when he instead concentrated on climbing on top of him.

"Hold on there, you're gonna push both of us down to the floor!" Brian complained.

"Then move!" the tiger told him. "I'm not crushing you!"

Both of them shuffled and reoriented themselves until Brian found himself on his back for the first time ever since he had flopped onto his belly to enjoy his web surfing, and the tiger naturally spread himself on top of the wolf. His still hard cock poked the wolf's messy belly as he did so. That elicited a grin from the cat. He looked rather victorious, at his current vantage point.

"Better?"

The wolf under the tiger nudged his own knotty shaft at the tiger's fuzzy belly in the hopes of getting the Druff's full attention.

"Hmm...was getting tired of being face down ass up..." Brian said, "can't help but suspect you prefer me like that."

"I cannot deny that it has its advantages..." Druff said. "Many of them, in fact..."

"More like advantages in taking advantage!" said Brian.

"Do not bring a man's character into question so casually." The tiger responded in an amusingly sagely manner, considering their current condition of hard cocks grinding on the sticky aftermath of their raunchy coupling.

"And especially not of one who just drove you into heights of pleasure..." Druff continued, the smug smirk gracing his feline muzzle sure to infuriate the wolf.

"Bah!" Brian snorted and landed his now free paws on the side of the silver-tongued tiger's hips and squeezed them firmly, appreciatively, one could even say possessively. "All I'm hearing is talk talk talk..." He used his newfound grasp on Druff's body to pull their midsections closer together while grinding his own hips upwards, just to reinforce his point. His own body was still all action, he wanted to say with his gesture. "May have to make good use out of this if you don't remedy the situation by yourself..."

The wolf moved his paws downwards while he snarked and expanded his touch to the Druff's rear proper, a fond touch if any, over the attractively round buttocks. They tensed under his touch, with the flex that drove hard tiger-prick onto equally firm wolf cock. He had good aim, Brian had to admit, much to his chagrin.

"Hmh...you continue on that trail of thought and you'll find it sitting right on your face..."

Brian sneered at the thought of having the tiger's ass planted over his muzzle. He was hardly opposed to exploring the tiger's intime depths in such a manner, but the gesture the tiger proposed was still a bit much. He was obviously teasing, Brian thought. just like he too was trying to get something of a rise out of the tiger with his own rude suggestions. The resulting rumble made it sound like he had succeeded, too.

"But I don't think it works like that..." Brian nudged the tiger with his cock, for emphasis.

"Remember who you're talking to."

It hardly sounded like a threat to Brian, who just concentrated on smirking and grinding his achingly hard cock up at the tiger. Any stimulation was a treat now, to him, in his pent up state. Just the feel of the cat's fur on his bare skin was wonderfully erotic. Nowhere near to get him off, but it was good.

"Hmm I do..." Brian grinned. Much to his displeasure, the tiger didn't respond to his frotting as much as he would have liked. The tiger was just lying on top of him, less active than the wolf anticipated despite his double encouragement of pumping hips and teasing paws. The cat simply rumbled away and kissed the wolf, quickly, before letting his lips continue down to Brian's neck.

"Hmhhm.r...tease..." was what Brian opined. The cat licked and kissed his way down to his collarbone, which he licked. It made the wolf grab harder on the tiger's ass. Druff's downwards movement soon meant that Brian couldn't reach that low with his paws without moving, and he didn't want to budge from his current position, not when the tiger was once again doing amusing things to him. He was starting to have an inkling of just what the Druff planned, but did not dare to get too hopeful before the tiger's actions confirmed it. He was soon crouching down low enough that he could lick at the wolf's erection.

"Oooh fuck yeah..." Brian threw his head back in abandon and cussed loudly. The wet heat made him buck his hips and reach for the tiger's head with his paws. The idea of pushing the tiger's muzzle down on his cock flashed through his mind as a remarkably sensual image.

Yet the Druff acted more swiftly again. He captured both of Brian's wrists with his own paws and forced them down onto the couch, on either side of of the wolf's hips. He pressed down on them to ensure that the wolf wouldn't think of moving them again, at least not immediately. His tongue made a noise that sounded much like a 'tut tut' to Brian's own half-flat ears, before that raspy feline tongue became busy on some musky wolf cock again.

"F-fuck..."

Brian's arms tensed up with the sensual passage of the cat's tongue over his straining shaft, and Druff has to put some extra force to use to keep them pinned in their place. He might've removed them from his head for now, but that did nothing to the basic urge every male had when his dick was being worked over by something warm and wet.

"Ahffff..."

He was getting noisy, but not without reason, he thought. The wolf was once again reminded just how intense it felt like to be blown by a man of feline persuasion was, that raspy tongue making him squirm and arch his back from the intensely ticklish surges of pleasure that coursed through his groin whenever the tiger made a pass over his throbbing manhood.

Brian so desperately wanted to grab Druff's head and shove it all the way down his cock for a good hard muzzle-fuck... but all he could do was to meet Druff's devilish tongue with an upwards stroke of his hips. The hold of the tiger's paws meant he couldn't even move too much in that direction either.

"You... damn... teeeEEeease..." The wolf managed to growl out through clenched teeth, his voice rising briefly, much to his lament, with a particularly firm swipe of the barbed tongue over his sensitive, leaky tip.

Brian even thought he heard a brief purr at the taste of the musky pre that last tongue stroke lapped up fresh from the tap, but he couldn't be sure. He knew that he let out a rather frustrated noise when the tiger suddenly stopped, and instead pressed irmly on either side of the wolf's hips with the paws that craddled him there. The tiger looked up along his body, with a smirk that the wolf found both annoying and incredibly sexy, under the circumstances.

"Why...why the hell did you stop?" Brian huffed out. "It was working pretty well you know...pfffhhh..."

The tiger's claws nudged against wolf skin.

"Oh, just making sure that you will know how to behave," the tiger mused. "I may need my paws for something other than restraining you."

It sounded somewhat ominous, and it didn't help that the tiger's rumbled words also caused warm air to blow from between his lips and over Brian's hard tool. He was sure that the cat was doing it on purpose, and did give him a glare in return.

"Doesn't that sound promising..." he grumbled.

"Or I could just stop everything I'm doing and go wash my dick," Druff said. "You do know where it has been."

Brian's asshole clenched at the mention of their earlier buggery. It made him feel both horny and a bit dirty, too, although he didn't mind either of states. The tiger's teasing was more of a bother, however. He thought his knot might burst a blood vessel soon.

"You drive a hard bargain," Brian said. "You should've become a diplomat or something."

"Time's running short, too..." the tiger nudged the wolf's hips again to highlight the urgency of his offer.

Brian bit his lip. The tiger was truly toying with him, and it seemed that the tiger expected some acknowledgement of the wolf's submission before he would proceed with whatever he had planned.

"Fine," he grunted. "I won't slap you or anything."

The tiger chuckled.

"Nobody said anything about slapping" he said.

Druff slipped his paws away, which released Brian's for now. The wolf let then flop to the sides and made sure that the tiger saw that too.

"Okay," the wolf said as he made his cock bounce with a flex of his muscles, "it's all yours again, pops...one red rocket ready to launch..."

He felt it was a corny thing to say, but Brian thought the tiger deserved some verbal tease for all he had done too.

Brian's words were soon gone and exchanged with grunts. The tiger moved quickly once he had gotten back the full use of his paws, and he did get handsy before Brian had the chance to react properly. The tiger grabbed his balls and tugged on them, while his muzzle went back to licking along the college stud's shaft. He still had a paw to spare, and the wolf was still loose enough that Brian didn't feel any particular discomfort when two fingers were unceremoniously shoved up his ass again by a roughly purring tiger.

Brian was still sensitive back there from the thorough breeding he just received, though, so he ground his teeth and arched his back, his free paws gripping the sheets hard. He didn't miss how those two fingers made his cock jump and twitch with their passing, and he was pretty damn sure the tiger didn't miss it either, the latter fact infuriating him more than the former... a reminder of just how much more receptive the wolf had grown to Druff's illicit advances involving his beefy posterior.

"Hahm..."

The knowledge of just how smug and self-satisfied the tiger was due to that gradual adjustment of sorts frustrated the pent up wuff as well. He could practically feel the shit-eating grin forming on the tiger's lips around his cock when Druff felt the clenching of Brian's rear.

The wolf had never thought he would have his dick inside someone and not be in full charge before he met the dirty professor. But here he was, on his back with a warm, wet and oh so talented muzzle slurping on his throbbing shaft, and two fingers shoved under his tail and in his tight, fucked chute. He wasn't really able to do anything besides squirm under the tiger's ministrations and drink in the carnal pleasure their act gave him. Grudgingly or so, he loved every single moment of it.

The biggest thing he realized was that he wasn't being restrained physically or prevented from acting out whatever his impulses told him to. Right now, this was it. It was just the effect the tiger had on him, something that made him go along with whatever antics he was pulling on the horny hunk of a wolf Brian was proud of being. He was confident he would figure out his secret sooner or later, and what better way to do it than first hand experience?

The wolf had always been a practical learner.

Brian decided to make most out of this unorthodox lesson in man-sex. Hence he ground his hips up against the tiger's expertly suckling muzzle and back to the finger poking around in his ass. The wolf never conceded his defeat outright to his feline host, and this time was no different. No, he'd still do his part in taking his pleasure from the tiger, like a real man. Thus, Brian made sure the tiger had no choice but to swallow the spurt of pre shot straight down his throat, and rumbled out a domineering growl, all the while not lifting his paws in accord to his earlier promise to the cat.

It was a raunchy back and forth game they were playing. Simply surrendering would be no fun to either of them, despite of how much Druff seemed to enjoy his numerous and creative attempts to tame the beast, and the eagerness with which he took to the task.

It wasn't like Brian's responses weren't encouraging the tiger to try even harder. The wolf wasn't sure how he could feign disinterest when his body sang with pleasure. He'd sometimes thought that fucking someone was the ultimate thrill, and on a lot of levels it still was, the conquest of another body and everything that went along with it. But the supremely evil tiger knew how to make his toes curl in other ways, things that he hadn't dared to try before the cat had used his skills of persuasion on him. The combined blowjob-ball-job-finger-job was definitely one of them, and it made Brian feel breathless. The tiger's libido was endless, when it came to getting frisky with college lupines. The wolf suspected he might even end up properly sore after this particular session.

That tiger is ruining me good...he thought.

"Hmph...hope you're not gonna getting tired because I'mma take some time still, pops..." the wolf muttered in his cockiest tone and tried hunching his hips up into the suctioning maw again. He was pretty sure Druff enjoyed prodding his rump too much to restrain his catch's hip movement properly again, and Brian exploited that fact with glee. It also made him feel like he was the one playing the tiger, for a change, even if he suspected it might be a brief victory.

The irony of having that thought while two fingers were churning slowly in and out of his little hole that was still slick from the copious amount of fluids the tiger deposited there escaped his pleasure-hazed mind. Or maybe he simply didn't care at this point. All that mattered was the warm, suctioning wetness enveloping his throbbing shaft, and the accompanying tongue seemingly worshipping the thick piece of meat leaking precum onto it.

Oh yes, he was close to blowing alright. The wolf could feel the telltale signs he felt so many times before... the currently faint but growing tingling sensation spreading through his groin, the throbbing of his straining shaft ever increasing in frequency along with the stretched out inner muscles tied to it, as well as the growing carnal desire to ram himself balls deep into the muzzle servicing him and making sure every single drop of his seed would swallowed down the cat's throat.

And he was gonna do all he could to do just that, the wolf concluded, while locking eyes with the tiger and grinning down at him with obvious pleasure and excitement on his face. He had to wait for a moment for their shared look to happen. The tiger appeared too concentrated on the task to pay too much attention. Brian hoped that the challenge was clear enough in his eyes, and the way his hips flexed, somewhat wearily, but still, to add a hint of a thrust whenever the tiger bobbed his head down.

"Damn, pops..." the wolf leered. He had to swallow quickly to stop his tongue from lolling out of his muzzle. His dick was bordering on over-sensitive, but the tiger was really working him towards the climax that Brian had desired ever since his previous one. He could barely believe how little time had passed since then. It felt longer than it probably was. He wasn't sure. Brian hadn't exactly put on a stopwatch once they started.

"Ghmrm."

The purr rising from tiger throat made his cock jerk and throb anew. His balls churned in the cat's grip. He really wanted to cum, it felt like he'd been denied that climax for far too long. It might have been a sweet torture, but the stud gripping the sheets knew that he had his limits.

"Hmmhm...go for it..." the wolf moaned. He was only half-conscious of what he said, just muttering out of the need to say something, anything to encourage the tiger to go on. Whether it was more slurping on his dick or a third finger in his ass, as long as it would get him off, he would let it happen.

Brian could imagine the tiger's cheeks hollowing in with the force of suction he applied on his cock. If that wasn't intense enough, with the tongue slithering along his shaft, the fingers that tugged on his balls so that Druff could also squeeze on his knot was more than murderous on the wolf's libido. He was teased from all directions and he could no longer tell just what was happening, where, or when.

"Uhh -"

He wanted to howl and he almost did, gripping the couch and with his hips jerking upwards to try and ram his cock into the heat of Druff's maw. The wolf didn't even try to hold himself back. He was incredibly high strung again, and simply wanted to ride the orgasmic high, and in the process to blow a hefty load down the irritatingly skillful tiger's throat in a domineering gesture. He was sure it was going to be repaid in kind sooner or later... something that he would now, in the heights of pleasure, readily admit he looked forward to eagerly.

But those thoughts, along with everything else besides the warm suctioning muzzle and the wet slurping tongue that seemed to double its enthusiastic efforts with the obvious signs of impending release, faded from his mind with the thundering force of the wolf's orgasm.

He desperately wanted to grab hold of Druff's head and slam it down to his groin, but Brian was a man of his word, much as it was annoying at the moment.

'Pretty sure he didn't say anything about...' The thought occurred to the wolf, and painted a wicked grin over his muzzle.

As Druff was laying down on the couch between panting hunk's legs, it was a very simple matter to bend his right knee just at the tiger's shoulder level, and bring one thickly muscled leg up and around Druff's upper back. The strong muscle of the wolf's calf pressed against the back of the head that was servicing him so enjoyably and pressed down at the same time he felt his cock throb mightily and his balls draw up to his body, and he ground his hips upwards against the face he was pressing down onto his groin.

The wolf shoved his cock as deep as it could go without the knot, the tiger's somewhat surprised lips kissing the bulbous flesh, the shaft it belonged to twitching once...

Twice...

And with a groan of pure satisfaction from it's lupine owner, a triumphant grin on his muzzle, and his back arched, the floodgates opened and a spurt after rich spurt of thick musky seed shot almost straight down the tiger's throat, who in the moment had little choice but to swallow down everything as it came.

"Fuuuuuuck yeah!" Brian voiced his pleasure to the ceiling with his eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out as he rode his high and blasted his seed into the tiger's belly, marking his muzzle from the inside for the time being, much as the tiger did to his ass just minutes prior, the bred tunnel in question clenching over the two thick tiger digits pumping in and out of it in a steady and heavy rhythm still.

The thought that he was paying the tiger back for the freedoms he so leisurely took with his sculpted rear end was an equally amusing and thrilling one. And perhaps thinking about the earlier fucking made the orgasm a bit sweeter, too. It was certainly one of the things that passed his mind, the myriad of victorious sexual images that charged his brain as much as the rest of his body was amidst waves of pleasure.

"Aahhrhhmmhphh..." the wolf continued rumbling away. He could feel muscles deep inside his body flex and work amidst his orgasm. It would leave him feel pleasantly exhausted by the time he was over, he knew. Until that, he would ride the tidal wave until it ebbed down and only the pleasurable glow remained.

"Phew..." Brian panted.

The second climax had truly been something alright. He had occasionally rubbed one out right after the first one and he knew that you had to work extra hard to get there, even if you were supremely horny. The tiger had gone all the way, for sure, to ensure that the wolf was being made into a sweaty mess by the time he was done.

He might've been nearly out of it but it would have been impossible to not to notice the tiger's muzzle slipping off him. The grip of the lion's leg on the tiger's head had grown loose enough for him to do, and to flash a somewhat indignant look at the wolf. Brian got the feeling that he had been doing it for a while, considering he didn't immediately look down at the tiger once he felt him move. He wanted to luxuriate for a moment more before getting back to the so-called real world.

"Don't look at me pouty like that pops..." was what he told him. "not that you don't look pretty..."

Brian flashed him what he knew was to be his most annoying smile. He rubbed the tiger's back with his sole, both because it felt fun, and because he wanted to do something that he hoped would be taken as a nice gesture by the tiger. Besides, with the tiger's fingers still in his ass, like some sort of a dirty afterthought to their sex, he didn't want to get the tiger pissed off. Those fingers could still get up to no good. Brian wanted to preserve the presently languid mood, too, and hoped he could soothe the tiger out of any plans of naughty retaliation.

The tiger hissed a little. Brian thought he could see a pearly drop of spunk appear on his lower lip afterwards. It made his cock pulse rather strongly against his belly, despite its very much sated, if still hard state. The Druff licking his lips didn't help at all either.

"Happy now?" the tiger grumbled.

"Very," Brian smirked. "Nine out of ten...you're getting there, pops..."

The tiger raised a brow.

"I'm being ranked now?" he said.

"Isn't that what you do all the time with your students, Professor?" Brian flicked his weary tail against the tiger's chest for emphasis. "Maybe you already ranked me too..."

The tiger tilted his head. His whiskers nearly tickled the wolf's cock while he was at it.

"Perhaps if my job was to teach sex," he murmured. "Such a chair does not exist yet, as far as I understand."

Brian smirked.

"I bet you'd be the top candidate for such a position," the wolf mused. "Lots of one on one tutoring..."

The tiger chuffed.

"You are enjoying that idea too much," Druff said.

"Not as much as you, I'd bet..." The wolf's leg was moving lazily up and down Druff's back on autopilot by now, the brushing of fur against fur Brian found to be quite a pleasant sensation. And if it was so for him, surely the tiger felt the same. That should be enough to assuage the beast. Brian had to chuckle to himself when the thought occurred to him that maybe Druff was even holding back a purr because he wanted to chastise the wolf for his ever rowdy behavior.

"Besides, sex-ed class is a thing..." The wolf gave the tiger what he thought to be his most charming wink and smile, before putting his hands behind his head and leaning back with a sigh of contentment. His eyes found a spot on the ceiling to observe aimlessly.

To an outside observer, and to each other probably, the pair was a picture perfect example of casual intimacy, chatting along nonchalantly while enjoying the afterglow of their raunchy activities... the evidence of which could still be seen here and there on their bodies. The way none of it was given any attention from the pair spoke of the familiarity of two men who were very comfortable and at ease with the other's company, tangled up in carnal pleasures or not.

"And every class has people giving private tutoring sessions..." Brian continued with obvious mirth in his voice, eyes closed as he let his mind run with the idea. "Maybe holding them in your office... Ever there for innocent students seeking advice and guidance from their big strong wise professor..."

Now the wolf looked down at his companion again, finding the tiger having gotten more comfortable himself, resting his muzzle down on the wolf's firm lower stomach and meeting Brian's gaze with one of both amusement and incredulity at what the lounging hunk spoke next.

"Come to think of it, I should pay you a visit in your office some time... check out where you work..." The mischievous glint in the wolf's eyes left no room for doubt of just what he was thinking about, and that it involved very little scholarly activity.

"This idea of yours is getting very elaborate," Druff observed. His breathing ruffled the hair on Brian's belly, even if much of them were matted down and stuck together from his slowly drying up cum.

"I'mma smart boy," Brian murmured. "Grr."

The tiger chuffed.

"You're also a boy very much in trouble if you plan to get up to no good in my office," Druff noted.

"Hrmhm...you think I would invade your sanctuary with my dirty ways?" Brian put special emphasis on the word 'invade', because he could.

"I have no doubt that is what you are thinking right now," Druff said.

"Mmmmh, as if you're innocent in the matter..." The wolf grumbled. "You're probably thinking of aboooout..." He dragged that last word out more for effect than anything else. "...five different ways to bend me over your desk right about now."

The tiger gave him a somewhat pointed look, but it softened eventually.

"I'll add a few to that count once I have ruminated on it," said the cat sandwiched on the foot of the couch.

"Oh I bet you will, pops," Brian said. "Now you won't be able to think about anything else once you sit down on your desk..."

He smiled smugly at the thought of annoying the tiger even when he wasn't actually present. Threatening to ruin the peace of his office was surely a good way to go at it. Plus, the idea of doing the dirty amidst the tiger's books and papers, leaving his own scent there...that was hardly unpleasant for the wolf. Brian might've been thoroughly satisfied for the moment, but he was a horny bastard. He'd only need a little bit of stimulation and he would be back to full steam. The wolf also knew that the tiger wasn't really unlike him in that sense. A bit of teasing would be enough to get the tiger go mad for his wolf-butt again, and Brian didn't really find that to be an unpleasant idea in the least.

His smile faltered only a little when the tiger's fingers wrapped themselves around the base of his tail and gave it a tug.

"Careful there, boy."

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