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Eric had never liked the taste of beer, but when it came to parties he always seemed to have one anyway. It wasn't really a preference, so much as it was the simple fact that it was just what you did at parties. The painted wolf was sure that there was another etiquette that he was missing, but for the social drinking interaction at least, he had it down.

The husky beside him was already on his third beer, though Eric knew that it would take more than that to get Jason drunk. He wasn't sure how the canine held his alcohol so well, but he had for as long as he'd know him. That had been a while -- they'd been friends since high school, and roomed together in college. He'd watched the husky take on a whole six-pack without so much as a hiccup. As it was, he babysat his first drink, while Jason grabbed his fourth and they headed through the hallways together. The party, as most parties did, had broken off into different groups. There were those who were outside, getting high and fucking around -- neither of them wanted to join that group. They both worked at the local game store, and while they were lax on the rules there... random drug testing was still a thing. Neither of them could afford to lose their job -- it wasn't easy affording an apartment while going to college.

Even if it was a shitty one.

They both ended up wandering into the room where a good portion of the party-goers was gathered. Half of them were standing around with alcohol in their hands and half dancing to the music. The other half were in a circle, and Eric immediately recognized what they were doing. It was something that he hadn't seen. As soon as they stepped into the room, laughter immediately erupted from the circle. Their hostess, a black cat with mischievous green eyes, stood from the head of the circle and stepped between the two boys.

"It's your lucky day."

Jason and Eric looked at one another, and then back to Casey. She grinned at them, her sharp teeth flashing in the low light. "We were just playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, and it looks like you guys won." She spilled her arms until she was holding both of them, and started drawing them towards a walk-in closet that was in the corner of the room -- he only realized then that they were playing in Casey's rather enormous bedroom; it was bigger than their whole damn apartment. He widened his eyes and looked over the feline's head to his friend.

Jason was already grinning like an idiot, and looking down at the feline who was leading them to the closet. He was clearly already going through all of the scenarios of what he could do with her. It didn't seem to bother him that she was leading both of the boys to the closet; neither of them was into dudes, but it seemed that the husky was more than willing to split their seven minutes in between them if it meant they got to grope their hot hostess.

"Well, Casey, I'd say you won the lottery." Jason was grinning, but the painted wolf could see something sparking in the cat's eyes that had nothing to do with lust... or the thought of two young and healthy males plowing her for seven minutes. It had everything to do with mischief -- it had everything to do with the fact that the laughter that had burst out had nothing to do with a threesome and everything to do with some inside joke that they hadn't been let in on.

"Wait a minute, kitty, I--" But it was too late. They were at the closet door, and there was no stopping Casey's momentum. She pushed Jason in first, and the husky's tail was wagging in anticipation. Eric tried to resist, but she pushed the small of his back. He toppled forward and landed against Jason's chest.

"Have fun, boys. Try not to blow your load too fast, or you'll be bored for the other five minutes." And with that, she closed the door, and they both heard the definitive click of the handle locking behind her.

A moment of silence, a beat, and then Jason spoke. "Well, shit, that wasn't what I was expecting at all."

Eric let out a low groan, "Ya think?"

"Hey, now! No talking, get to it!" Casey's voice was muffled through the doorway, but they could both clearly hear the laughter that was spilling from the room outside. After a moment, chatter resumed, the music kept playing... and they both had to settle themselves to the fact that they were going to be given seven minutes of being locked in this closet and then at least a week of humiliation as their group of friends took the mickey out of them for the fact that they'd fallen for the prank to begin with. He was sure the gay jokes weren't going to end for a while.

At least he could settle himself to the fact that nothing was actually going to happen. Of course, as soon as he thought that, the husky's hand came up and gently tugged against his tall ear. Eric's eyes widened slightly and he raised a brow.

"What are you doing?" Even as he asked, the husky's hand slid down to cup his friend's cheek, and his icy-blue eyes widened.

"I don't know."

"Well, stop it." But even as Eric made the demand, his face nuzzled into the husky's hand, and his eyes widened further.

"Why don't you stop it, then."

But he couldn't. Even though he managed to jerk his head away for a brief moment, his arm was moving of its own volition and the painted wolf couldn't stop the motion. He tried, but it simply made his muscles twitch, made his arm actually ache from the effort as he attempted to quell his hand from coming up to wrap around his friend's waist. "I can't stop it. Jason, I'm not doing this on purpose!"

Their voices were hushed whispered, hissed to the darkness of the closet. They were both trying to keep their voices down, but the panic when Jason brought his head forward to nuzzle against his friend's neck was tangible in the air. "I can't, either."

He had to wonder if his drink had been spiked, but he wasn't sure what kind of drug could make your body move against your will while you were perfectly cognizant of what was happening; he wasn't sure what kind of drug could take away his mobility, but leave a burning embarrassment and shame that was tearing through every fiber of his being as each moment trickled by. The hand on his waist slid downward, playing for a moment at the base of his tail as Jason's eyes widened further. "Dude, I'm so sorry. I can't stop it, I--" the husky was sliding his hand down further now, slipping under the base of his tail to cup at the painted wolf's ass. His body rocked forward, grinding against the motion of it, and Eric let his eyes slide shut.

The soft, fluttering sound of clothing being removed spilled through the air; Jason's shirt ended up thrown across the shoe rack, and his pants bunched around his ankles before he kicked them off. Eric opened his own mouth to tell him to put his goddamn clothes back on, but the words were muffled as he pulled his jacket over his head, his shirt following quickly after. He jerked his arms in an attempt to put the shirt back on, but only managed to half strangle himself before he gave up.

Before either of them had much of a chance to protest, they were standing nude in front of one another; it wasn't that they were seeing each other naked for the first time. Living together, the situation had certainly come up before... but it had never been in such an intimate situation, in such an odd way. This was something altogether different.

He'd never felt so violated, and he'd certainly never felt so embarrassed in his entire life. He tried once again to stop the motion of his body, but his knees weakened, and he fell slowly to the ground in front of Jason. His head lolled up of its own volition, and he felt his tongue slowly slide out of his mouth, leaving him to pant hungrily at cock level of the husky's hips.

"Eric, don't man. Come on." But even as the husky protested, Jason's hands threaded through the short hair on Eric's head and drew him closer, until the spotted wolf was nuzzling his already hardening cock. He could say no, they could both say no as many times as they wanted... but it was clear that their verbal protests were doing nothing for them, and there was no physical way to stop the motion of their bodies. There was some sort of play that they seemed scripted to act out, and there was no way that they could get off of the stage.

There was nothing that they could do but try to keep their voices down, so at least their friends outside of the door wouldn't hear what was going on... wouldn't guess that their seven minutes in heaven had somehow turned into a hellish experience.

"I'm sorry," Jason's words croaked out, and Eric couldn't ignore the lower timbre of it, the way that it rumbled out of his chest in arousal. His body was reacting, and there was no denying the fact that he was getting hard... or the fact that the hardness of that cock was rubbing against his cheek. He also couldn't deny the way that his mouth was salivating, his lolling tongue moving to lick along the base of the thickness that pressed so snugly against his visage. Shame flushed and flamed through him like a rolling storm on a sea, but it wasn't enough to stop his mouth from opening, and it wasn't enough to stop him from raising up slightly so that he could slip his lips hungrily around the husky's cock to swallow him down.

"Fuck, man..." The shivering, shaking of the husky's voice was a mixture of pure mortification and uneasy desire. It wasn't something that Eric had ever heard in his friend's voice before, and it certainly wasn't something that he'd ever expected to elicit from someone of the male persuasion. He'd gone down on girls before -- hell, he loved eating some good pussy -- but this was altogether different. The cock in his mouth filled his lips, forcing them to split and spread wide. It played salty against his tongue, and the throbbing pulse at the base of it was a thundering beat that proved over and over that Jason was enjoying himself, even though they were both gasping and moaning that they didn't want this to happen.

It was still a question of how it was happening -- it had to be something to do with the closet or something to do with their drinks. Somehow, someone had seized control of their bodies, or minds, or at least their inhibitions. They weren't doing this, and he knew that if they'd had any say in it, they would have stopped. Hell, if he could have, the painted wolf would have broken the closet door down and barged directly out of the room, the party... maybe out of the town for a weekend. He didn't want this.

He didn't want to be here.

His head bobbed down further, gulping Jason to the back of his throat where he knocked against his gag reflex, causing him to reflexively swallow or ralph up his drink from earlier. The latter might not have been a bad idea, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't help at this point. Eric had a sinking suspicion that nothing was going to help at this point, but to let whatever was happening to happen; this violation of his senses, his privacy, his body.

There was no escaping it.

Instead, he listened to the groan that came from Jason when he swallowed, the reflexive tightening of his mouth sending his tongue up to press against the husky's knotted base. He shuddered for a moment at the thought of that knot swelling and growing, at the thought of what it could do, if it were another part of his body than just his mouth that was getting fucked. As though the thought of the word 'fucked' triggered something, the hands gripping the short hair on his head tightened, and he felt his body maneuvering around until his back pressed against the wall. The corner of a shoe rack dug into his thigh, but it didn't seem to matter.

Jason gripped his head firmly between his hands and Eric had to open his eyes to look up at his friend -- the shame, sorrow, and worry that flickered in that icy gaze were enough to let him know what was going to happen a moment before it did. Jason thrust, and it wasn't an easy thing. It was hard, rocking to the back of his throat and hitting there until he gagged again and managed a brief moment of twisting his head to the side in defiance. The prick slipped from his lips with a wet popping sound, and he had a moment to gasp, to catch his breath. Jason's relentless fingers came back though, seizing his countenance, and he couldn't put up any more fight. Eric's head turned and his mouth lolled wide in eager reception to the canine's prick; he had to time his swallows to reflect the thrusting, so that he didn't completely smother from the sensation of cock filling his throat and cutting off his oxygen.

Just when the tangy taste of salt and precum warned him that the husky might explode at any moment, just as he struggled harder than he ever had to try to prevent that load from blowing down his throat... Jason pulled back. The painted wolf took a gasping breath, clearing his throat as best he could without starting a coughing fit. The last thing that he wanted was to alert the people in the room outside to what they'd just done. The last thing that he wanted was for anyone to ever know what he'd done; Eric wasn't even sure that he was going to be able to look Jason in the eyes ever again without reliving this moment.

What was worse, he could hear his friend panting, he could almost feel the heat of his breath clouding up the room with how he was holding himself back. Maybe he'd wrested control of his body. Maybe this nightmare was going to be over soon. Timidly, he tried to raise himself up from his knees, and a small whoop of joy spilled from his lips as he stood; it went sour on his tongue, however, when he didn't head towards the door. Instead, he shifted to press his hands against the wall behind him, his ass stuck in the air, his legs spread. He could feel his tail lift, and he could feel his own cock throb, hard and full of desire.

"Don't." He whispered the word out in horror. He knew what his body was preparing for. Jason's cock was dripping with saliva, slickened and ready... and when he looked over his shoulder, he could see the husky's eyes wide in a reflection of terror.

"I can't help it."

"Shit, don't!" He whispered more fervently.

But it was clear that neither of them could stop the tides of what was happening.

"I'm sorry." It was the same, aching apology that he'd given him before he'd fucked his face, but they both knew that it was going to do nothing to change the situation. The husky approached, and his hand laid gently on Eric's hip, as though this was a tender moment to transpire between lovers. Instead, the two canines were trembling in a mixture of embarrassment, horror, and an unrequited desire that they couldn't make sense of. The painted wolf assumed that it had to be whatever was taking control of them that was also pulsing arousal through them. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that it might be anything else.

He twitched, the small flexing of his muscles all that he could manage in one last, futile attempt at stopping what was happening, and then he felt the cock that he'd so carefully slicked with saliva pressing between his plump cheeks.

"It has to be over soon, right?" Jason murmured the words softly, almost in reassurance. Of course, he wasn't the one who was about to get fucked in the ass against his will -- if anything, the husky had come off light in this situation. He managed a glare at his friend, though he knew that he didn't mean it. Neither one of them could control this any more than the other... it was just his bad luck that he was on the receiving end of all of the special attention.

"Sorry... sorry..." And one more time, "Sorry." But there weren't enough sorries in the world to make what was happening go away -- that cock that had been pressed as a tease against his ass before slid in slowly, an aching and burning inch at a time. It pushed past the painted wolf's tight ring of muscle, causing a ripping, burning pain to spill through him. He had a moment of laughter in his head; he was thankful that he'd at least given him a blowjob before this happened, because the thick saliva that coated Jason's cock was probably one of the only things that made this tolerable at all. That prick went slowly, sliding home one slow thrust at a time, until after a few moments he was fully sheathed in the squeezing heat of Eric's ass.

"God, man." Jason's words came out shakily, and it was clear that, even though he was struggling against what was happening... it probably felt better than any loose college pussy that he'd dove into lately.

The sounds of rustling, of flesh slapping into flesh, and a soft, wet sucking sound filled the closet. Even the smell of sex filled the air, until it was all that Eric could scent, all that he could taste on the back of his tongue. Worse, when Jason pulled out and slowly started to thrust inside of him, he angled his hips in just the perfect manner; whoever was controlling them clearly knew what they were doing. He wanted to deny it -- he wanted to completely ignore what was happening... but the husky's cock stroked up and inside of his hot chasm, hitting at his prostate gland and making small starbursts spill behind his eyes. He hadn't cried since he was a young pup, but hot tears of shame threatened his eyes now, stinging at his closed lids with their heat. At least it was dark enough that Jason couldn't see... at least he had that.

"Fuck..." The dog behind him panted, his hips working a little faster now. He'd been so close to orgasm before that it didn't shock Eric that he wasn't going to last very long. The painted wolf was taking solace in the fact that at least he wouldn't have to follow along in the full wave of pleasure when his hand came up and wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock. He pumped his prick in time with Jason's thrusts into his body, drawing another low groan from his chest. His thumb slid slickly against his slit for a moment, and he felt the precum there, the proof that there would be no escape for either of them. They were all in on this -- they were both going to ride it out to the very end.

Jason's hips caught a perfect rhythm, the thrust perfectly in tandem with Eric's hand until they were both gasping and panting; the wolf's body writhed back in time with the motion, bringing his friend's cock even deeper into his ass, until he could feel the slight swell at the base of it pushing past the ring of muscle and bottoming out so that his balls slapped forward. They were fucking like they meant it, and the stinging burn of shame and embarrassment did nothing to quell the sensation that was pouring through both of them and taking over their bodies, their breathing, their senses.

Orgasm ripped through Eric a moment before it did Jason -- the hand that was still pumping at his prick release as cum sprayed from his tip, coating the jacket in front of him with the sticky fluid. He shut his eyes tight, shuddering, his entire body on fire with the sensation of it. It only took a few seconds of his body clenching and tightening around the prick buried in his ass before he felt the hot, pulsing spray of Jason cumming, painting that shame permanently inside of him. He'd never been fucked like this, and he'd never felt pleasure pulsing through him from the deepest part of his body as Jason stroked his prostate over and over again with deep thrusts. The engorgement at the base of Jason's cock wasn't painful now -- it was a deep, filling sensation that brought another ripping wave of shame through the wolf at the fact that he enjoyed it.

The final thrust from the husky's hips and the swelling of that knot inside of Eric was enough to make them both groan out. He had to bite the jacket in front of him to keep the sound from spilling into the outer room, and he felt Jason's teeth set into his shoulder, hard enough to nearly break skin. Only when that swell was firmly planted in his ass and their orgasms had subsided did the painted wolf finally, finally feel something like cool liquid spill through his body. He tried to raise his arms... and he managed it.

"Jason?" His voice was ragged from the muffled scream, and he felt relief twist through him when he could turn his head to look at his friend. Jason's eyes were wide and wild from the orgasm that he'd just experienced, and he was holding himself very still. "Can you move?"

The husky quickly averted his gaze, as though he didn't want to look Eric in the eyes after what had just happened. He lifted his hands though, running them through his short hair.

"Yeah, I can!" There was a pulse of excitement, an undercurrent to the tone of shame still in his voice. He started to pull back, but they were both made starkly aware of the fact that they were still joined, cock to ass, by the knot that had swollen and made a home inside of Eric.

"Shit."

"Shit, how many minutes has it been?"

Neither of them had a watch, and their phones were in their discarded jeans. The sound of the party outside was still raging on; how many of their seven minutes had passed... and how long did they have to get untangled before someone opened the door and saw the state that they were in? They both started to struggle frantically, all fur and shame, in an attempt to get untangled before they were discovered by all of their friends.