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Norwegian Wood - 2

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a fantasy

by

Gruffy

2018

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Hehhey! A story for you, featuring Druff, Brian Silverfang and Esben, my new kinky fox character, who has decided to come and visit his tiger friend for some good times. Throw in a wolf and you'll see just what they get up to in the cold, snowy North...

Have a good time reading!

With collaboration from Brian Silverfang

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Brian chuffed at the suggestion.

"Getting those old knees tired, pops?" he mused. He didn't want to admit that the idea of getting down on bed, even if that meant being crowded by two horny daddies, was not something he would be opposed to. The gym session had taken more out of him than he had expected, and the current activity wasn't exactly stress-free either. He knew he was gonna be panting properly in no time. He could feel it in his butthole already.

"Do I spank him for that?" Esben squeezed down on Brian's rump after hearing the latest teasing question.

"Maybe later," Druff winked at both of them. "Come on. Let's go."

Esben pulled on Brian's tail.

"This way, doggie!" he declared.

"That's not a leash!" Brian yelped. "Hey!"

The tug was almost enough to cause him to lose his footing. Having his paws tied behind his back made him feel disoriented and not in full control of his balance.

"Time for walkies," Druff appeared keen to continue the theme of treating him like a pet. He must've give some sort of a sign for Esben, who let go of Brian's tail. Then the tiger used his own paws to turn him over so that he was facing in the opposite direction, with Druff on one side and the tiger on the other, holding to his shoulder. It was comically reminiscent of a culprit being led away in a police procedural. "This way!"

"Not even gonna let me take the boxers off?" Brian snuffled. The underwear was still around his ankles.

"Naaah," the tiger said. "Let's go. The dungeon awaits."

Brian chortled. His tail made a bounce, as did his cock, as hard and knotty as it was.

"Oh yeah?" he grumbled. "Gonna be cross with me, pops?"

He chuckled cockily at his own remark even as the two daddy types led him on his shuffling way down the hallway.

"You get that spanking soon!" Esben replied, while Druff didn't say anything.

"Pfft...promises..." Brian swiped his tail towards the fox's rear. A glance told Brian that the leather pants that Esben was wearing were actually chaps, and his ass was bare. His cock throbbed at the sight of the firm ass, highlighted by the tail swinging above it. It looked perfectly juicy to him.

Druff opened the door into the infamous dungeon. The door might have looked perfectly innocent outside, as if it should led into a spare bedroom, but even the smell that whiffed out suggested a much more lurid purpose. Rubber and leather, and a cleaning detergent so strong that it could make Brian's eyes water from close distance. The light level was adjusted to be low and caused the wolf to squint when he was shoved inside. He was almost happy about it. It kept the more freaky parts of the room hidden from view. The LEDs pointed at the bondage cross near the back wall were on and made the naughty implement cast a suspicious shadow.

"Hmmrmmmhmm...gonna be putting me on that huh?" the wolf observed. "Kinky."

"Would you make sure he behaves when I get everything ready?" Druff spoke to Esben.

The fox grabbed Brian's arm with both paws. He was grinning alright.

"Sure!" the fox said. For some reason it sounded wrong, coming from the fox and spoken in his accent.

"Afraid I'm gonna make a runner pops?" Brian told the tiger.

"I wouldn't put it past you," Druff said.

To Brian's surprise, the tiger did not step over to the looming bondage cross. Instead he moved to another part of the room. Brian was not very familiar with it. He had been in the dungeon several times and played with some of the stuff there, but the corner the tiger entered was relatively new territory. There was no equipment there, no big dildos or paddles or scare a wolf with. A couple of chains hung from the ceiling, and their purpose was surely obscure, if ominous. The tiger did not pay any attention to them. Instead, to the wolf's further puzzlement, he knelt down to the floor.

"Hmrmhmhmhhmmm..." the tiger murred.

"What're you doing over there, Druffessor?" Brian asked.

"Just a sec...bring him here now, Esben..." the tiger replied.

Brian could hear the jingle of metal coming from behind the kneeling cat. It added some to his alarm when Esben pulled him towards Druff's position.

"What are you up to?" the Iberian wolf huffed.

"Go, boy!" the fox grumbled.

"Don't I even get a hint?" Brian asked. "Remove two definitely wrong answers? Phone a friend?"

Druff chuckled roughly.

"Would you really like to call someone you know and tell them about what you're up to?" the tiger formulated.

Brian huffed.

"Bastard."

The tiger stood up to his considerable height and wandered back to where the wolf was still waiting. He was smiling rather broadly when he unceremoniously grabbed the wolf's dick. The treacherous sex organ jumped into action upon being touched, of course. Brian felt his straining shaft throb and pulse while those warm pads rubbed down his length.

"Hey...you're teasing..." he hissed.

"I'd never thought you'd want to do that...not to have your cock touched," the tiger mused. "Are you sure you're not sick?"

"You're the one who's sick," Brian said, "a sick perv..."

He knew the tiger could take such lip. It might result in a spanking, but he wasn't about to go down with the ship without swimming at least a little.

"As you wish," Druff said. "But not before I leave you with this."

Brian grunted when he felt the fingers wrap around the base of his shaft. Knuckles brushed on his sheath, which felt especially sensitive now. The tiger didn't end there. He wrapped his other paw around the wolf's dick and while Brian thought he was going to be treated to some manual milking by the cat, instead he felt an odd tug. A quick look down showed that the tiger's fingers were pinched around a black cord he had placed around Brian's shaft, under the knot. There was a small round part on the end below the free ends of the cord, and a tug from Druff pushed it down against the wolf's cock itself. He felt the pressure grow around his shaft and realized that the strange-looking thing had to be an odd kind of a cock ring.

"Shit!" the wolf looked first at his straining cock and then at the purring tiger.

"You'll like it really."

Druff flicked the tip of Brian's oozing dick with his fingers and made the whole shaft bounce. Brian grumbled unhappily.

"Owh!"

"Let's get you sitting down then, big boy," Druff said.

The wolf chuffed.

"At least you got that part right," he grunted.

Druff grabbed the wolf's arm.

"Come here."

The tiger and the fox led him deeper into the dungeon by his arms. Now that he was closer, he saw a black leather-upholstered pillow on the floor. On either side, leather cuffs laid splayed open, connected with short chains onto D-rings attached to the floor. It did not look like a very complex setup, almost surprisingly simple to the wolf. He'd expected something much more, with all the pre-shadowing the two daddies had made to him so far.

"What's this thing now?" Brian asked.

"Sit down," Esben nudged Brian's back with his clenched fist. "Your place!"

"Is it just me or does this look a tad suspicious?" the wolf said.

Druff gave the wolf's ass a clap.

"Sit," he said. "And you'll get your treats."

The tiger's comment made Brian glance at the bulges both the older males were sporting. He knew what was hiding inside Druff's jockstrap, but the fox had a surprise stashed in his - and a substantial one, based on everything Brian had experience so far. He was looking forward to seeing it, and playing with it, even if his current demeanor suggested that he was less than keen. But he knew that it was part of the game.

"Well I hope it's gonna be something good since you've been keeping me waitin'..."

"Do you want me to ask again?" the tiger grunted." Are you making me ask you again? Do you want me to make you?"

The wolf's ears flattened at the somewhat threatening tone. He wasn't sure if the tiger was genuinely starting to get pissed off with him or if he too was playing his role. Besides, the two of them had the fox to impress, too, and Brian felt that the tiger was not going to be playing it easy.

"Alright, alright...chill out...you already got me by the dick..." Brian said. "But you gotta help me get down, it's not easy with my paws like this."

"Oh we'll help you," the tiger said. "Esben, a paw?"

"Yes!"

This time it sounded more...normal...to Brian, but he didn't have time to contemplate it. The duo manhandled him into a sitting position on the cushion. It left him feeling quite silly, with his paws behind his back, his legs jutting out and with his shorts still hanging onto one of his legs. His boner throbbed a proud phallic arch about his belly. It felt extra hard now that there was the extra pressure of the cockring keeping all of that aroused blood stuffed in there. Brian was sure he was going to be developing a serious case of blue balls in no time. His new seated position left him face to face with two leather bulges. They looked attractive for nuzzling, but he wasn't about to commit such a slutty gesture.

At least not before being made to.

"Do the left side, please," Druff said.

The two men moved to either side of the now seated wolf. The tugging on his makeshift arm bondage told him that they were about to implement the much more sturdy bindings that were attached to the floor. There was a moment when he was free for most part, but he did not not do anything more than give token resistance when they pulled on his arms and tugged them to the side. He felt a measure of satisfaction over that.

"Think those'll hold me, pops, hmm?" he spoke when he felt the sturdy leather wrapped around his wrist.

"They've held bigger men than you," was what Druff replied.

"Got any videos?" Brian asked sweetly.

"Oh so now you want to be in a video?" Drufff said. "Tsk tsk..."

"I didn't say - "

Esben grabbed Brian's neck scruff, pulled and twisted.

"Shut up you fucking dirty little ass sucker!" the fox growled out.

Brian's ears first flattened, then bounced up again. His teeth were bared automatically, and he felt a lick of tension go through him that wasn't entirely one of pleasure or sweet expectation. The fox's sudden yank had hurt, genuinely so, and his profanity was...a lot take. The fox was still growling and huffing close to him, and still held onto Brian's scruff. Brian saw a shadow move in the corner of his eye and realized that it was Druff's arm, reaching with his paw to take hold of Esben's wrist.

"You might want to tone that down a little, friend," Druff said. "It probably sounds a bit less...colorful in original Norwegian, but that's a bit much here now."

"Oh...ah...okay...sorry, sorry, friend!"

Brian still felt a bit miffed, but the fox's words sounded honest.

"Sure..." he rumbled. He was still somewhat stunned at the sudden extreme language the up till then cheerful and mostly mild mannered fox had let loose. Wel...as mild mannered as someone unashamedly fondling his ass and chest in lieu of a handshake could be called.

He wasn't particularly keen on being talked to in such a fashion, and the wave of tension that went through the wolf's body at hearing it wasn't a harmless one. For now, though, it seemed like a honest mistake on Esben's part, since they didn't know each other at all basically, and the wolf had an inkling that many of his usual partners enjoyed that kind of talk. For Bria it was simply a mood killer. Luckily, it was over before any real damage to the evening was done.He was still as hard as ever, knotty cock pointing upwards proudly.

Still feeling that should not go completely unanswered, Brian looked up straight into Esben's face and trained a steely gaze on him He made sure they were looking eye to eye.

"Just watch the expletives, buddy." The wolf stated, trying to sound extra dangerous, with a puffed up chest for extra effect. He knew that it was not an easy feat when he was already tied down to the floor of a kinky sex dungeon, with little chance to escape.

Whether it had any effect on the Norwegian stud remained unknown however, as he smiled down sweetly at the seated wolf and as cheerful as ever proclaimed, "Sorry again, friend!"

He crouched down in front of Brian and put his paws onto the pair of thick calves he found there, squeezing the muscles appreciatively.

'_Apologetically.'_The wolf liked to think to himself as he observed the fox.

"Here, let me help with these!" Esben continued, his paws catching on the waistband of the shorts still pulled taut around the wolf's legs on their way down and pulled them along, all the way to the ankles and off his feet. Brian grunted in relief, pleased to be free and able to stretch his legs out properly without feeling like he looked like he was trying to hold back a massive piss.

"Better now?" The fox asked. He stood up again. Brian didn't reply immediately, crossing his legs first and glancing at the floored bindings on either side of him before looking up and responding.

"Yeah, much appre-" His words were cut off by a very loud and deep sniffing sound just as his eyes fell on the sight of the fox's head tilted backwards with the wolf's sweaty, musky gym shorts pressed firmly onto his muzzle, drawing in as much of the strong and earthly masculine scent as he possibly could. He took several more deep inhales without much pause between them, and then moved the shorts away from his muzzle and let out a deeply satisfied "ahhhh...", obviously pleased with the heady scents he just filled his senses with, much more rich and potent than the shirt he was huffing earlier because these were right at the source of it all during the workout, along with the pre the wolf was leaking during their earlier activities in the hallway. Not quite satisfied yet, the fox raised the musky article of clothing back to his muzzle for what sounded like a particularly deep huff.

"So good..." His words were muffled but easy enough to discern.

As for Brian, all the previous gripes were practically forgotten as he watched the fox getting high on his scent, the sight working up his inner alpha stud to no end. It was making his hard shaft twitch with arousal. The fox's enjoyment of his scent was practically piggy- a term Brian had learned from Druff, and he knew that it had nothing to do with porcines, either.

"There's plenty more of the good stuff where that came from..." The wolf spoke up at the fox with a broad grin, tensing up his muscles for show, to entice. He found out that tugging on the bindings on his wrists did just the trick and made his entire torso ripple.

"Why don't you come closer and put your pretty muzz where it belongs, and get some fresh from the tap..." The wolf continued, making his hard shaft bounce with a tensing of his pelvic muscles, now that he saw the fox was watching him from on high.

"You'll get all the funk you crave... and more..." The wolf continued in an increasingly husky voice, getting himself going as much as he was trying to work the fox up to sink his long vulpine muzzle around his cock. The thought of shoving his dick up to the knot down the fox's throat and fucking a thick musky load straight into his gullet to pay him back for all the freedoms he took with the wolf earlier made him ooze with excitement. And once the fox did step forward, Brian grinned victoriously, invitingly.

"That's a good bo-hmmmphg!" With startling speed, the fox closed the gap between them and leaned down, unceremoniously shoving the clumped up, sweaty, workout shorts into their owner's muzzle mid-sentence, and keeping them in place with a firm paw. His own rich musk flooded Brian's tongue and nose immediately and made him shudder, once again startled by the fox's sudden move. He couldn't even try to cough and splutter it out of his maw since the fox had made sure to stick it behind his canines. It was lodged in place and not going anywhere.

'Fuck!'

Once he gathered his bearings, he looked upwards at both men and glared daggers at them, but especially the fox. If his hands weren't bound tight with the leather straps, the fox would have been down on the ground with 7 hard inches of wolf cock shoved into one of his holes. Druff looked moderately surprised, but not exactly upset.

"You talk too much!" Esben told the wolf while returning his gaze, his voice dropping again to that deep, dangerous drawl.

"He talk too much!" He spoke to Druff almost immediately after, this time his voice returned to it's usual light and cheerful chirp.

"A suitable solution for the issue so far, I think," the tiger opined. "I'm sure you'll play nicer, now, boy."

Brian glared at the tiger. Druff was obviously not going to be any help when it came to prematurely removing the makeshift gag from Brian's maw. His tongue pushed and swiped against the messy cloth in there. It was quickly growing very wet and warm from his saliva soaking it. He wasn't sure if he liked it very much.

"Now we play!" Esben declared.

"That we do," said Druff.

They moved again. Brian both saw and heard the tiger round him and settle on his knees behind him, on the edge of the leather cushion he sat on. He put his paws onto the wolf's shoulders and squeezed them. A smirking Esben took up a position at the front. His paws clasped onto Brian's legs and pushed them further aside to expose him more. for the fox.

"Hmph!"

The wolf was gagged and unable to speak, and hence all he vocalized was more or less reduced to mumblings and throaty grunts. The fox pushing on his legs didn't feel bad. The extra tug this made on this thighs was...interesting, for sure. His legs were sore from the workout, and this position was probably not going to be helping with that at all.

He saw the fox look at him carefully. Their earlier joking about a buffet table came back to Brian's mind while he was under Esben's gaze. He was looking carefully over every detail, the sturdy legs, the cock-ring-bound canine cock, the balls hanging loosely below them and just about hiding Brian's asshole from view. His tail was flopped onto the floor due to the position, but it did not stay still. The wolf kept flicking it from side to side, sometimes consciously, but the rest was involuntary, reactions to his state of mind and the manipulations on his body. He was starting to feel quite vulnerable, sitting where he was.

It was still the tiger who moved first, not Esben. Druff began to nuzzle the top of Brian's head with his chin, while rumbling deep in his chest. His paws rubbed up and down along the wolf's bound arms. It all felt oddly comforting, especially under the circumstances. Not that Brian disliked it. Druff's presence assured him that nothing wrong was going to happen. Something kinky, that he took for granted, but with the tiger to keep his back, Brian was sure that he could take whatever the two were going to dish out to him.

"You going to be a good boy now," Esben said to the wolf after several moments of intense staring.

Brian glared back to him with slightly narrowed eyes. He could be a good boy, but if the fox wanted him to comply, he'd better play nice or suffer the consequences of a huffy wolf and no fun.

Esben did not bother with any preliminaries. He was quick to reach over and grab Brian's nuts. The wolf huffed immediately, and his tail swished about. His balls felt very sensitive, and the way the fox tugged on his sac and squeezed on his 'nads was quite good.

"You are a hot fuck," the fox said. "Big hot wolf fuck..."

Brian wondered if the fox was using his dirty language wrong again and wanted to say something a bit less intense, but he wasn't entirely sure. It did sound like a compliment this time around. His massage of the wolf's balls definitely felt good. Bound or not, his cock twitched anew.

The fox's other paw reached to fondle Brian's pecs. He obviously hadn't had enough of wolf-groping yet. Brian didn't mind that. It prompted him to puff out his chest. If the fox wanted to play, he could offer some extra challenge.

Coupled with the slow and firm massage of his sore shoulders the Druffessor kneeling behind him took up, the wolf was feeling quite relaxed and content at the moment. He felt like he was being worked over by two master masseurs, driving the soreness and exhausting out from his body with deep sensual stroked over his muscles. Brian felt so good and relaxed that he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, finding a comfortable cushion for it on Druff's familiar thick chest.

The full-body pleasure their paws brought him outweighed Brian's anger at having his muzzle so rudely stuffed with his own sweaty shorts, so he let them do as they pleased for now. If they did a good enough job, maybe he didn't have to schedule a sports massage appointment for the month. This one had a lot more coming, as well.

With the beast pacified for the moment, the two dirty daddies went back to work. Druff slowly and progressively moved his paws from the wolf's sturdy shoulders to the thick upper arms underneath, squeezing and rubbing the muscle carefully and appreciatively but keeping his grip firm and steady, the way he knew his younger friend liked it best.

Where the fox was concerned, one he had his fill of one pectoral, he moved his paws across Brain's chest to the other one, fingers tracing every contour they could find and committing the masculine curves and thick powerful muscle to memory. Esben leaned his head in to the now free pec to get a deep whiff of the wolf's scent there and rumbled in satisfaction as the earthly masculine scent of a strong male in his prime filled his nostrils. Esben couldn't help himself letting his tongue loll out and swiping a firm stroke up the length of the pec, sampling the slightly salty skin there. The taste made him let out another pleased murmur. The next run of his tongue went straight over the wolf's rigid nipple just as his paw grabbed as much of the other meaty pectoral it could and squeezed, drawing out a pleasured groan from the wolf enjoying the nearly worshipping touches of the two men around him.

"Hrmhmhmm..." Brian rumbled in pleasure. Despite his bound circumstances, it did feel good. The tiger had certainly played with him like that before, loving on his muscles, but it did feel different coming from the fox. He appeared to be drawing even more pleasure from it. Brian wasn't sure just what the difference was in their demeanour, but it was there. It certainly stroked his ego the right way.

The two men continued to rub him for a while, but soon the wolf realized that it too of course was part of their evil plan to make him submit to them. Just make him relaxed and then go for it, that must've been what they were thinking, the wolf decided, and coordinated on it as well when their actions once again intensified.

It was Druff who started.

"Good boy..." he spoke into Brian's ear. The wolf treated him back by flicking that ear against the tiger's lips. It invited teeth that gently tugged on the sensitive, soft edge. That already made Brian huff and snort. It didn't help that the tiger's paws fondled his hips at the same time, and the cat leaned further forward to press himself more firmly against the bound wolf's back. The shaped codpiece of the Druff's jockstrap did not hide the cat's arousal. It made Brian realize that there was a fair chance now that for the first time ever he might be getting fucked while someone else was watching. He had a feeling that the fox was an eager voyeur and would enjoy the show whole-heartedly. It made his stomach clench, and he wasn't sure if it was nerves, performance anxiety, or unhappiness about the prospect. It was yet another thing he had never done before, but which the tiger might be introducing to him soon.

The said naughty fox was still licking on a well-erect nipple, but his paws were free to do more. What he decided on was Brian's own cock. His boner was incredibly hard, thanks to the arousing treatment and the unusual binding that had been placed around it. Brian was sure that it was not going to go down any time soon, and the tiger and the fox probably preferred it like that. The fox clasped his fingers around the wolf's shaft but avoided the extra-sensitive knot. He obviously was going for teasing, rather than torturing at this point. Brian was fairly sure that there was no way he could get off with that cockring on him. A few well-aimed squeezes on the knot could have made him pop under the right circumstances. He was sure that he was going to be reduced to moaning and whimpering should the fox attack him so.

Hopefully not very soon. He still had a lot to prove that he was a big proper_grr_ wolf and not just someone they could toy with. But Brian didn't have his hopes high. He knew the tiger too well, and if the tiger knew the fox, he too had to be evil when it came to sex.

Yup. Esben rubbed the leaking tip of Brian's cock with his thumb, and seemingly in synch to the movement of his tongue around the wolf's erect nipple. The teasing stroke over his sensitive tip made the wolf struggle against his bindings and let out muffled groans into the the shorts soaked in his own sweat and saliva as he tried to hump and grind his cock upwards into the touch out of instinct. He wanted to keep the pleasurable sensations flowing. Brian's efforts made his upper body tense all over, much to the pleasure of the two men enjoying themselves on the buffet of beefy wolf.

The wily fox regrettably did not linger long on the thick shaft. Instead he opted to extend a claw and traced it down the length of Brian's rigid maleness very slowly and carefully, with just enough pressure to make the wolf feel the dangerous sensations of something sharp gliding along his most precious bits. He thought he had the student figured out a little by now, and assumed the cocky hunk would find it to be a very exciting thrill. Judging by the low growl, coupled with the sudden jerk of his knotty shaft and the glob of pre that dribbled down over the fox's paw, he knew he was right.

Smirking to himself around the nipple he was slobbering over, Esben moved his paw all the way down and cupped the pair of balls he found there. He rolled the heavy orbs around in his paw experimentally. He liked the feel.

And then without warning, the sly fox gripped those lowhangers tight and nipped down on the wolf's nipple.

Brian grunted into the makeshift gag in his maw. The fox's grip had grown much more firm and it prompted his nuts to try to draw closer to his body. The added twist of Esben's wrist made the feeling more intense. The concurrent bite sent a bolt of pleasure through from his chest down his spine and all the way to the warm, glowing pit in his stomach. The fox's cock-flicking contributed to it too, in slow, ongoing pulses. The touch only brought pleasure for now, although the wolf suspected that the two men might intend for it to go beyond that. Druff was keen on that kind of stuff and had experimented with the wolf's limits, too. The fox probably had some similar interests.

"Hnnggh..."

"Good boy likes having his tits and dick milked..." Druff murmured into Brian's ear.

The wolf found the cat's comment to be incredibly lewd. It only made him more aroused, however. He knew that the tiger knew that such precision strikes of dirty talk were a great way to get under Brian's skin.

Esben chuckled ab the nipple he held between his lips. He wriggled his paw rapidly from side to side, pulling on Brian's balls. The wolf's tail bounced at Druff's belly and hips, between the two. The tiger pushed himself more firmly against Brian's back and ground his erection there.

Brian had a few moments between the fox's assaults to wonder about just why the tiger seemed so passive and subdued since he was manipulated into a seated position by the two horny daddies. Currently only one was acting the part however, Druff seemingly content to let the fox have his fun and while he simply idly massaged the wolf's shoulders and upper arms. The touch was sensual and intimate in nature, but not ravenous the way the tiger usually was when it came to their naked entanglements.

The uncharacteristic behavior made Brian suspicious for a moment before another nip on his nipple and tug at his balls made him grunt out into his makeshift gag and jerk his hips upward, whether he really wanted or not to do such a wanton gesture.

'Gonna have to pay this damn fox back for this...' The wolf thought, glaring down at the top of Esben's head, which was contently buried in the fluff of his chest.

Behind him, as if he could sense Brian's earlier doubts, the tiger moved his paws all the way down those thick arms and gripped around the wolf's wrists, both thumbs pressed against skin and caressed, and he leaned in once more to rumble hotly into a pointed ear. The it was time to administer some prickly nibbling of his own.

Brian felt his arms pulled back ever so slightly through the pleasure inflicted upon him. More of his weight was resting on Druff now, the fox pushing slightly as well. They moved in concert again, manipulating the hapless wolf however they saw fit. His fingers began to curle, as if making fists, but it was a pointless gesture. The leather cuffs around Brian's wrists meant that his arms were secured well to the floor. He was glad that the tiger hadn't deployed more of his extensive bondage equipment collection for the occasion. He could imagine the tiger being extra cruel and turning him into a wolf mummy, with only the strategic spots exposed for the fox to tease and play with. Right now he still had a semblance of control, and at least he saw what was going on.

The tiger kept rumbling while he moved his paws, over to Brian's hips. The butt squeezes didn't feel bad. They almost made him squirm on the weird-shaped pillow. His ass made a funny sound while he shifted his weight on it. Like he was moving heavy furniture by pulling it along the floor.

Druff must've been calculating the moment in his mind, the nudge, the bite on the wolf's ear, and how he hooked his paws over the wolf's thighs and tugged. Esben noticed this as well, since the fox soon let go of Brian's junk and instead grabbed on his legs.

"HMHPH!" Brian groaned.

His back twinged when his legs were pushed so much up and back towards his chest. Druff's paws moved down along his limbs and met Esben's paws on the wolf's calves, and took over the duty of keeping them up. Brian felt his ass slide down along the leather pillow, his body trying to compensate for the new position of his legs while Druff kept pulling.

"Hmhghh!" he scraped the floor with his claw. It felt like falling, except that he was being bent over backwards and his back pressed to Druff's chest. The tiger had straightened himself as tall as he would go while remaining on his knees, and his arms were up on either side of Brian's head to keep onto his ankles.

"Good...good..." Brian heard Esben say.

The still awkward-feeling wolf snapped his eyes from Druff to the fox, in front of him. Esben smirked back to him. The fox's paws disappeared into the near darkness outside the spot of light above them. Brian watched him only for a moment before the fox's paws emerged again, holding suspicious items in them.

"_Pfffh!"_he guffed through the soaked gag in his maw.

Druff rumbled above and indeed, behind him, and he could feel it all over his body. Brian's tail swished along the floor, pulled from its position behind him and now along his side so that it was pointing down towards Esben instead. The wolf was sure that his now very much exposed asshole clenched visibly once he spotted what the fox had in his paw.

"Ghhh!" he grunted again.

"Give it to him," Druff spoke up.

'_Traitor!'_Brian's mind called at the tiger. He harrumphed some more through his gag.

Esben used his thumb to flick open a bottle of lubricant. It had a familiar scent to it, one Brian knew from his many play sessions with the tiger. He squeezed plenty into his paw before he picked up the other item again and began to slather it with the lube. It was a butt plug, not hideously thick but it was five inches long. Brian knew that should that be shoved in his ass, it was going to be rubbing on his prostate every time his internal muscles or his hole clenched.

'Shit! They're gonna tease me until I'm begging for it!' his mind suggested.

The fox was taking his time with lubing up the toy, almost making a show of it in front of the wolf's eyes. It was made of black rubber and shone while he added a layer of the goop on it. The dripping stuff made it look even more ominous in the wolf's eyes. It didn't look like anything he couldn't take relatively painlessly, but still, he wasn't used to having strangers sticking solid objects up his butt.

Druff had his paws firmly around Brian's, ankles, which meant there was little he could do to protect his nether regions with them. The wolf had to admit that it was hard to summon up his strength in this position. Being sore from his workout didn't help either. He wasn't exactly wanting to fight for his freedom, however, just to show his manly resistance to being treated like a sexy wolf toy by the two dirty daddies.

"Give him a squirt before you put it in," the tiger said.

Brian's ears flicked curiously at the sound of that. He saw the fox nod and retrieve another item, a bottle of lube with a very long, pointed nozzle at the top. He recognized that too as one of Druff's personal ones, and he had been introduced to it before as well when the tiger had lectured him about the importance of the creed of there never being such a thing as too much lube.

It still didn't help him to stay still when the fox squirted some to his fingers and rubbed it unceremoniously at his asshole, or with those fingers, now slick, poking at his anus and trying to push in some way to spread more of the lube. It certainly made things slippery enough that the nozzle went inside him several inches. It didn't feel like much, besides cold, and made his balls twitch, oddly enough.

Brian snorted when he felt the lube flow into him. That too was cool, almost to the point that he suspected the tiger might've kept it in the fridge for a while to ensure that the wolf was going to get the maximum out of the sensory experience when it was deposited in his ass. Another pump on the bottle later the fox withdrew the bottle and picked up his butt plug instead.

"No be good boy and open up for daddy," the fox grumbled.

The wolf found his dirty talk to be especially dirty, coming from the fox in his gruff voice and his foreign accent. He was used to hearing such things from Druff, but something about the way Esben delivered them made him feel blushy, almost embarrassed.

He made a token grumble and tried to stare the fox down even when he was physically unable to do anything else. Brian wasn't stupid, however, he knew he would have to try to relax before that thing was going in him. He could feel his muscles working against it when the fox pushed the tip to his hole and began to roll it around. It felt like he was trying to drill the plug into him.

The wolf's pride urged him to resist, to not let the fox shove the phallic object inside of him, but he knew better. More than enough lube had been applied to make any resistance trivial. The best move would be to relax and let it happen, make it easy on himself.

'I'm their bitch.' The thought occurred idly, quite suddenly to the bound and captured wolf, with his forbidden entrance under assault. He slumped back onto the tiger and relaxed himself, to get it over with - as he liked to rationalize to himself. He couldn't help biting down and growling into the damp cloth in his muzzle as the tip of the toy spread him open and slid inside.

Druff was, most of the time, merciful when it came to penetration. He would stop when Brian's body tensed up, and opted to wait while the initial shock passes while offering pleasant distractions in the form of nuzzling and caressing the wolf's sensitive external spots. Esben proved more rough of a character once again, not allowing a moment's respite after some ground had been gained. The toy went in a good 4 inches in one deep swoop, aided by the drilling motions that breached the wolven gates initially.

"Pffhht!" Brian snorted.

The wolf shifted uncomfortably against the tiger he was resting on. It was rough, taking so much so quickly, his insides clamping down hard onto the artificial invader. He could feel a faint burn from within his rear, new and different. Much like most sexual moves he experienced so far when it came to the Norwegian fox, pleasure and pain were mixed in equal amounts, the line between each blurred by the heat and intensity of the action. And there definitely was pleasure. Not of the mind-numbing sort Druff could work him into steadily when he took the wolf for their mutual enjoyment, but that familiar kind of fullness that was just there. It simply felt good, stretching and working those powerful hidden muscles that so rarely got that kind of a workout.

Tonight they would go through a significant one, the wolf suspected. He knew they were just starting, and he doubted the fox would be going easy on him at any point during the evening. It wasn't something the wolf disagreed with, though. It was the way he could enjoy himself the most. Rough and wild, intense and uncompromising. Thinking about it made his cock jerk and his anal muscles clamp down onto the toy inside of him again, something Esben was sure to feel by the end he was gripping still.

Yes, the wolf fucked like a man, and would only take it like a man in turn. He just had to make sure not to appear slutty and needy and in turn encouraging the two men, but especially the fox, to think of and treat him as their plaything.

He'd just have to keep quiet when the toy hits the prostate. It was more akin to hope than resolution. The next shove from the fox pushed it right onto it and his cock jerked again. Both of his pleasurable tormentors were sure to see it. The latest thrust put the entire plug into Brian and his anal ring clenched around the thinner base. The motion sucked the toy inside him and made it churn within his tunnel. He huffed into his gag again. His worst fears about it were starting to be proven true, and it had not taken long.

"There we go," Druff commented on the state of things.

"Good boy," said Esben. He patted the round end of the plug as if giving an encouraging tap on someone's shoulder. This time the gesture was much more intimate, and made Brian's toes curl in surprise. He wasn't too happy that he could see it, considering his feet were up to his eye level in this strange position they had him in. They'd probably had great fun choosing it, to maximize the wolf's helplessness.

Somewhat to the wolf's surprise, the fox stood up at that point. He'd expected Esben to stay where he was and continue teasing Brian's ass and his dick hole he had no way to resist. But no, Esben got up to his considerable Viking height, Brian thought, squeaking leather and that slightly unnerving smirk over his lips. One brown paw fell down to the shaped codpiece in the front of his chaps and cupped the erection Brian knew to be hiding there. It was a very sensual display, for sure, the way the tiger rubbed himself and how his other paw reached to tweak one of his own nipples. Brian found his own cock throbbing at the sight of the fox pleasuring himself. Esben was putting on a show for him, teasing him as much as he could without even touching the wolf. Typical, he thought, with some dismay.

The fox cranked it up soon. The front piece was held on by press buttons and came off with a few tugs from the dirty vulpine. His cock popped into view and definitely drew Brian's eye. It was not small. The fox rivaled him in size, although Brian wasn't sure just how big he was exactly. He was sure that he was going to be doing some interesting kind of measuring before the night was through.

"Give him a good show, Esben."

Brian found it intensely erotic that the tiger was giving the fox orders. He was sure that Esben was a highly dominant person, for sure, but did not mind taking commands from Druff. Maybe he was respecting the tiger's relationship with the wolf, and only acting after being told to do so by Druff. Or maybe they had just set this thing up, too, just to rile Brian even more. He wouldn't be surprised by anything at this point.

The fox stepped closer again. His cock swayed menacingly upon his movement. Brian's nose was filled with fox musk even from afar.

"You get it soon," the fox glared down to him.

A vulpine paw grabbed Brian's chin and forced him up, to look directly at what the fox was packing. It looked even more impressive this close, of course. He saw how the fox gripped himself below the full, dangerous-looking knot. He waved his shaft through the air a couple times and growled. It must've been very sensitive, too.

"Here, boy..."

The fleshy cock slapped Brian's face, either cheek, faster than he could react to it really. His cheeks felt hot and it was not just from the contact. It was such a casually dominant gesture, to mark the wolf with the musk straight from the source.

There was nothing he could do, however, in this helpless position he ended up in, but to rattle his bindings in protest, take it and grit his teeth. Even that the two lewd men took from him in a way, with the piece of musky cloth stuffed into his muzzle. The inside of his muzzle must've smelt like his own cock and balls by now, the wolf thought bitterly and snorted. Never would he have thought those words would cross his mind, but here he was. being slapped in the face with a fat cock on top of everything.

The buttplug was easier to phase out because he was already woefully familiar with the the feeling of something firm stretching out his back passage, but there was still a kind of dull pulsing burn from the rough entrance pushing into his mind, reminding him of what was most likely preparation for the real thing. By the looks of what Esben was packing, and his manner, he was gonna make friends with that particular knotted real thing soon. He could only glare up in defiance at the owner of the leaky shaft marking his muzzle. The fox was obviously very eager to do so, to leave a memento like that onto Brian's fur and skin.

Druff was having some similar thoughts, perhaps. The evil tiger nibbled and licked on Brian's neck. It felt hot and wet, and was a welcome distraction to the wolf.

"Time for more," Esben declared.

"Uh huhmh!" the tiger appeared to agree.

The fox let go of his dick. He had other things to do with his paws, such as using them to pry Brian's maw open and pull out the now very wet and disgusting underwear from the wolf's muzzle. He gagged mildly when he felt it rub against sensitive parts inside his oral cavity. Brian coughed and huffed. He felt spittle flow over his chin, between his front teeth. It felt a relief to be able to breathe through his mouth again.

His respite was a brief one. The fox had other designs for the wolf's muzzle and it became more than evident when he used his fingers to guide the tip of his dick against the college wolf's lips. Brian could taste and smell it intensely, the fleshy, salty aroma of manhood, all too close.

Esben gripped the wolf's cheeks with his paws and pushed.

"Umph!"

And just like that, he was buried in wet warmth.

'Mmmyeeees... very goood..." the fox vocalized as he unrelentingly stuffed himself into Brian's muzzle. His fingers kept his dick at an angle so the head would scrape along his tongue as it went, like a shovel digging in. The wolf had little time to react and process his muzzle being free to being stuffed again. His tongue reacted to the sudden stimulation on it's own, pressing back up against the musky intruder and enhancing the experience for the Norwegian male.

Brian's senses were flooded with new stimuli, the familiar texture and shape of a cock on his tongue with the combined novelty of tasting a new man for the first time. It was definitely different from Druff with the fox being a fellow canine, something that didn't require the feel of a bulbous knot kissing his spread lips to discern. It was there in the taste and smell. And now, Brian was sure the fox came here in a similar state as himself. Maybe not straight from the gym, but he certainly didn't take a thorough shower beforehand. The wolf didn't mind too much. It wasn't unpleasant. But it augmented the experience, the strong scent and taste of male essence, earthly and salty, all over the cock nestled comfortably on his tongue and the furs so close to his nose now.

To that primal carnal part of his mind that swam to the surface every time he was engaged in exciting sexual activities, it spoke that a proper man was using his muzzle, and it made his toes curl sensually. It made it a little easier to endure, and not to clamp his jaws down over the juicy piece of meat in his muzzle out of sheer spite for being muzzlefucked in such a dominant manner.

That's what the fox did. As soon as he got it in, he also pulled it out till the tip almost popped past Brian's lips, and then he pushed back. And again, setting a good rhythm of using the younger man's muzzle.

Brian decided to go along with this game for the moment. He growled deeply for effect, making sure the fox would feel it too, and kept the steel of his defiant gaze locked onto the fox's face. The wolf knew the fox enjoyed the dynamic of their little power play as much as he did, and the wolf didn't really have any other choice than to go along.

Still, he saw no reason not to let the fox off the hook too easily. Brian closed his jaws just enough to make his teeth graze against the thick cock invading his muzzle. His teeth pressed against the sensitive flesh just enough so it would be felt once the fox's shaft passed over them. It was challenge in and of itself for the fox, daring him to do so, the sensation an extremely thrilling and dangerous one no matter how much control and dominance he may have been in the position to exert over the wolf.

Esben rumbled. He'd obviously noticed what the wolf was doing. He glared down and twisted his paws, enough that he could press his thumbs under Brian's upper lip and hence against his gums. It made the wolf huff from the obvious discomfort that touch made him feel. The fox treated him to several quick thrusts that pushed his tip deep into the wolf's throat, enough to make him gag briefly. The resulting gurgle and the cough were not the most pleasant of feelings, but the sheer noise the act made was remarkably dirty in Brian's ears. At least the fox noted the discomfort and did not penetrate quite so deeply on his next series of thrusts directed into his new warm hole.

"You be a good boy and he'll give you a treat...eventually..." Druff butted in by whispering roughly into the wolf's ear. The tiger's paws were still mostly busy by holding onto Brian's ankles to keep them up and out of the way, and to have the wolf fixed into the receptive position he was in. That didn't stop Druff from fondling the legs in his grip. He liked how they felt, flexing and squirming slightly. The wolf's whole body was tensing and relaxing rhythmically, from the act of sucking on the fox's cock. That pleased the tiger.

"You'll want it to be very wet, Brian boy..." said the tiger.

"Hrgrhh-mmfph-MMHhphp!" The wolf immediately vocalized in protest, but whatever words he tried to retaliate with were lost amidst the thrusting of the drippy foxcock through his muzzle. The last one came in particularly rough and deep, until the knot was pressed firmly onto the wolf's lips, enough to make skin touch teeth.

"Didn't I tell?" the fox spoke down at him in a husky voice, but still unable to keep it completely even. It was clear he was enjoying his time with Brian's muzzle very much.

"He talk too much... mouth used much better like this..." Esben continued, making another growl rise from the wolf's chest. Druff leaned in further into the crook of Brian's neck and nibbled there, gently.

"Hush..." He cooed again in a soothing voice, the gentle nipd on his neck feeling very distracting and quite pleasant, a stark contrast to the rough fucking Brian's muzz received.

It all seemed to the wolf like he was subjected to a bizarre and deeply sexual version of the good-cop-bad-cop treatment. One kept promising treats and relief, the other was just punishing him, for the lack of a better word. It certainly didn't help that once the idea came to his mind, he imagined both of them wearing leather caps, tight bodylicking police uniforms and other law enforcement paraphernalia. Maybe the butt plug in his ass wasn't one at all but a nightstick instead.

The thought made him snort as he gagged again due to a tad too enthusiastic thrust from the fox. The juicy piece of meat was grinding itself against his tongue and was being covered in spittle coaxed out of him. Brian wanted to cough, but there was little air coming out with his maw so very much occupied.

Several potentially gagging thrusts later, the wolf's muzzle was suddenly very empty. The fox's dick was withdrawn, followed by rivulets of thick spittle. It must have looked entirely obscene. It even sounded like it. Brian had hard time believing that the noise came from his own body.

"My eggs are dirty, you wash," Esben grumbled.

Brian's eyes were narrowed with sweat and exhaustion when he looked up at the fox. He could see the straining shaft, that angry red knot, and oh yes, he saw the leer Esben gave down to him. The fox shook his dripping cock and gave the wolf a bit of a saliva facial, which felt...not as uncomfortable as Brian thought it might have.

The fox moved closer. His fingers had a new target now, below his cock, and his other paw still held the wolf's muzzle in place. What was to come was plain as day, but the fox would have to do it by himself. Brian would not make a move forward. There was at least that much that he could do.

"You may fuck my face, but I ain't gurgling your sack like a slut," the wolf replied as best as he could with fox's hand prying his muzzle open and making speech difficult. Most of his words were slurred, but easy enough to understand.

The fox just snorted at the wolf's defiance and pressed with his fingers a little harder to force that unruly muzzle a little wider and simply lowered as much of his musky balls onto the broad tongue as he could without Brian's cooperation. The wolf's tongue couldn't but react to the salty skin resting on top of it with slight jerks that surely felt wonderful and victorious to Esben. The area was sensitive enough for even the slightest motions upon it to bring pleasure to the fox.

"Talk too much... " the Norwegian echoed again. It was almost like a mantra by now. The wolf's protests didn't seem to bother him much, nor the tiger holding their prey in place, as a chuckle rang out close to Brian's ear. Was it at the sight of the wolf being made to service the fox's musky orbs, or his words, Brian couldn't tell. He just knew he'd be spending time soon contemplating various ways of paying Druff back for this little stunt. And he might be planning to play dirty, too, to make sure that the tiger got what he deserved.

The tiger was lucky he was doing such a grand job massaging his legs with his fingers where they were grabbing, and with the pleasurable attention to his neck and shoulder, Brian thought to himself. He might be tempted to cut down his threats of a sex strike to measure in weeks instead of months. That was only one of the potential ways to revenge the tiger for his mischievousness. He would come up others later. Right then it was difficult to do much thinking while the fox was very intent on using his tongue as a washrag for his nuts.

"Do it...lick nuts!" Esben commanded.

Brian didn't really know what else he could do. He already had a messy pair nestled in his mouth. It wasn't his first time, not by any means, but the circumstances had never included a fox practically sitting on his face with the purpose of dipping his balls into the wolf's muzzle. It must've been a sight to behold for Esben, looking at the big hunk whose face was covered in sweat and spit and musk, and now getting to sample it all directly from the source. The fox's crotch had been sitting inside his leather apparel for quite some time, and not only was that aroma strong, there was also all that was just plain manly...spice?

Whatever it was, the wolf's nose was full of it and he could also taste it. The fuzzy balls dangled against Brian's tongue and invited him to explore them. It was a filling experience, and he couldn't do anything too elaborate. He could roll his tongue around them, but that was about it. The sweaty fox nuts made him salivate and forced him to swallow soon. That only sent the musk deeper in to his nose. He snorted up towards the fox's swollen shaft. That made the fox only to try and make the contact more firm.

"Just do your best like you'd do it for me, wolf-boy," Druff egged the college lupine on.

'Don't say shit like that!' The wolf wanted to scold, but that would mean his tongue and lips gnawing against the fox's plump pair, unwittingly following the two men's orders. So he settled for a growl, but that too was like a warm vibrating chair for the pair of nuts lodged on his tongue. The wolf snorted with frustration again and made peace with the fact that he had little choice. He could only hope Esben would get bored with it and moved on from his muzzle. That might end up being even more troublesome, given the position the combined efforts of Druff and his chains held him in. He knew which parts of him were exposed at the moment, and they certainly invited action from the evil pair.

With a disgruntled huff the wolf went to work, experimentally wiggling his tongue up and down, the orbs feeling quite weighty indeed. Brian didn't find the taste or feel objectionable. Indeed, playing around with the junk of a guy he was heavily into the heat of things with was very good fun. It was simply the demanding and domineering way the Norwegian fox had about himself that offended his macho sensibilities. But only that. He was sure that if they didn't have such an automatic rivalry going on, they would probably be great and quick friends. Usually that came before the sex, but guess they did things the other way around in Norway.

'If he wants to play rough...' the young hunk thought to himself before using his tongue to press the plump sack up against the roof of his muzzle and sucking as best as he could, applying sudden tension and pressure that surely felt quite intense to Esben. The fox soon gave a rumble when he felt his balls be pulled deeper into the wolf's maw by the teasing suction. It made the fox grip the wolf's cheek harder. Brian's eyes narrowed, both from the tightness of the hold and the effort. It could be hard work, this cocksucking business. He wanted to complain about it later.

"That sounds better," Druff commented on the increasing slurping. He dove to tease the wolf's sweaty neck with some extra nibbles while Brian remained occupied with Esben's jewels. It made the wolf huff. Hot air flooded Esben's groin as a result. He decided to treat the wolf back by swinging his cock over Brian's forehead.

'Swat swat swat!'

It not only sounded but also felt quite humiliating. the fleshy pat pat pat of the swollen dick on his face. It reminded Brian once again that the fox knew what he was doing. This was surely not the first time he was domming someone so roughly. It all appeared to be coming naturally to him, using some sort of an unconscious plan. It felt quite spontaneous, even though the wolf still suspected that the fox and the tiger had schemed on it to a degree. Anything to get the wolf to crack and submit like a manwhore to their will. He already had a rubber plug in his ass and he was sure that was gonna be the least of the challenges for his rump before the night was through. The oral action was just a cherry on top compared to that.

His tail twitched along the floor and his stretched hole clamped down on the plug nervously at the thought. The wolf had quite the vivid imagination, and right now it was filling his mind with progressively more depraved images of what debauchery the experienced daddies would be inflicting upon him. His ears folded back after the latest slap of that meaty cock on forehead with his mind distracted, and it came off as quite the submissive gesture.

"Yessss..." The fox at least seemed pleased with getting the wolf to do what he wanted.

"See?" The fox continued, his imperfect articulation making it difficult for Brian to discerns which one of them he was addressing. "Can be good boy after all!"

To emphasize his words, the fox treated the wolf's head to another lewd swat. Although his eyes blinked shut, automatically at the sudden motion close to them, Brian had to admit that he was indeed relenting and doing as he was told. A good part of it was because he couldn't do much else in the position he was in, but his actions still had weight. And right now, as he was tonguebathing Esben's salty sac while enduring slaps onto his head without much outward protest, the wolf knew he must've looked a lot like the very thing he didn't want to feel like he was.

The wolf's body burned with the desire to jump at the fox and turn the tables on him, to put him in his place, but he could do little more than to take anything Esben would come up with and trust Druff to prevent anything that would stray too far from his comfort zones. The tiger knew that he liked to experiment, but there were things that would simply go too far. Brian had a feeling that the fox was even kinkier than the tiger, and could truly put whatever remained of Brian's innocence to danger. It was a somewhat ridiculous concept, but the wolf was sure that there were things he didn't even want to know about. Sometimes -

"You've had enough fun there, Esben, let's move. Like we talked about."

Brian was very much concentrated on what was happening to his poor muzzle that he barely registered the tiger's words that came from behind him. The tail end of the cat's musings was what really hit him. It indicated that his suspicions had been correct. It was as if the two were working together according to a script. He found the concept incredibly rude.

Soon there was no room for much thought. Esben's nuts flopped out of his muzzle and at the same time the tiger behind him moved. He kept his hold on Brian's legs and pulled on them. Brian thought he could feel his spine popping when he felt the tug down on the small of his back. His knees were threatening to truly touch his chest if this kept going even further. The action made his ass clench again, pumping that rude toy in his rear.

"Uhhhh..." the wolf drew in a huge, ragged breath now that he was able to do so without anything impeding the flow of air. It smell smelled like the inside of a jockstrap, which did not surprise Brian. He'd probably stink of the stuff for days if he didn't scrub himself down good.

"Give him a pull," Druff said.

Brian glanced up to the tiger. He could only see his chin, for most part, from this vantage point. He felt the fox's paws grip onto his hips and indeed, do what the cat had proposed he should do. The tug was strong enough to cause him to slide forward, with his butt still riding on the leather-clad pillow. He almost slipped away from it when the fox pulled some more and the tiger did the same to the other direction.

"Hey whoah!"

He ended up on his back, in a position he was not entirely unfamiliar with. The tiger pulled his legs up towards his chest and this exposed the wolf's ass, his hard cock and his rudely plugged hole to full view. There was nothing he could do to preserve a hint of modesty, not even by flicking his tail up for coverage. Brian had been in such a posture before, but in those situations he had the use of his paws. Now they were tied down to the floor and his arms were flat along the cold surface. His head rested very close to Druff's knees, for the tiger hovered above him. His eyes had a direct line of sight to the bulge of the tiger's jockstrap. His striped tail continued to swing amiable behind him.

"Good," Druff spoke to the fox, without paying heed to the wolf's exclamations, "now give me a paw with these legs."

"Yes!"

The fox straddled the wolf, his cock swinging about and all, and took over from Druff on the duty of keeping Brian's legs where the evil pair wanted them to be. Brian was puzzled by his for a moment, but Druff's next actions were more than telling. The rumbling tiger needed to free his paws so that he could remove his leather jock, which he did in a quick, smooth move. He mussed the entire article into his paw, with the elastics hanging off on either side of his clenched paw.

"That's much better."

Brian saw that the tiger's barbed shaft was perfectly hard, almost to the point of being overly aroused. He could see many of the infamous spines, each vying for some attention from a tongue or fingerpads, the wolf was sure. His own were preoccupied for the moment, which probably left his mouth as the most likely target.

The very same cock swung ominously when the tiger returned to his knees, one leg on either side of Brian's head. He didn't miss the opportunity to give one college wolf nipple a quick tweak before he took hold of the wolf's legs again, thus freeing Esben up for further mischief once more.

"Thank you," the tiger said.

"Good!" Esben replied.

It was a strange conversation to listen to, especially while all Brian could see was plenty of booty, balls and dick dangling above his face. He did see more once the fox backtracked and hopped onto his footpaws in front of the bound wolf. The leering creature from the North gave his own dick a quick squeeze and a rub before he lifted his paw up to his nose to sniff at the sensual results of his self-grope. Brian's own cock throbbed threateningly. Nothing the two men did was helping with his raging arousal. It was still sex and hot as hell, even if Brian's own role in it was slightly unusual.

He wasn't going to get any further clues to Esben's next moves. The tiger bent his knees and decided that it was time to give the wolf a full moon.

'Here we go again' the wolf thought, almost in resignation, when the tiger's balls landed to his muzzle.

Brian had barely gotten a single huff and a lick out to the tiger's nuts before he felt a resounding spank land onto his ass, from the fox's heavy paw.

The surprised grunt was muffled by the renewed presence of a hefty pair on his muzzle. But now that they changed positions, gravity could do a much better job of nestling the nuts where the tiger wanted them to be, without much effort on his end.

Once again the fox swatted a bouncy muscled cheek, a little harder, and stroked a few times over the impacted area. He was copping generous feels as he did so, only to repeat the process. Brian scoffed at the feeling of being unashamedly felt up like a slut , or whatever passed for a scoff with a pair of fat furry tiger balls lodged in his muzzle. The gnawing motion was only pleasurable to Druff, who voiced such an opinion through manly rumbles.

The wolf curled his toes when the third smack came, with more force once again, the sharp stinging that much more pleasurable, as absurd he found it to be. If he had to be honest, he wouldn't have minded if the fox went on for a while yet, but he would never outwardly acknowledge that in any way.

In his mind, real men didn't enjoy having their ass spanked and groped. But this one did. And his beefy rounded rear provided the perfect grounds for the fox to go to town. At least in this area, the wolf was confident he would have no issues taking anything Esben might throw at him and still enjoy himself. It was a relief, of sorts, after the intensely domineering acts he was subjected to before. So much so that Brian even willingly swiped his tongue against the tiger's familiar pair on his own, sampling the ripe and slightly leathery taste the lewd jockstrap had left behind. The tiger rumbled as a result.

Another smack came down hard, but Brian did not budge. It might have smarted and felt intense,but it was nothing he hadn't survived before. He could enjoy it while he was as horny as he was now.

The very thought gave him a stop that was sharper than any spanking the fox might commit against his poor derriere. Did it mean that thanks to his many kinky sessions with Druff, he was already seasoned in the ways of particularly raunchy man-sex, and hence he was not too fazed by the fox's insistence to playing it roughly. He was pretty sure that if this was his first time getting spanked, he might have ended up bawling under the fox's treatment.

'Well I sure as hell am not gonna do it now!' the wolf decided.

He slobbered on the tiger's balls resting in his muzzle and swatted his tail about. He was pleased to find that he caught Esben's arm while he was going at it. The fox's retaliation was quick, however. He grabbed the tail and yanked on it hard. His other paw found the base of the butt plug and pushed. The tug made Brian tighten up, which meant that the fox's other maneuver encountered more resistance than it probably would have done otherwise.

"Hrtgggh!"

Brian felt his insides clamp down. It was somewhat painful, certainly a smarting, but the plug being pushed directly against his prostate countered the discomfort with a pulsing presence of pleasure coming from inside him.

The noise the wolf made was a muffled holler, one accompanied by plentiful spittle flying from his throat and splattering the tiger's taint.

"Attaboy!" exclaimed the Druff.

For a moment Brian wondered if the tiger was chasticing Esben for going too rough on him, but he was proven otherwise almost immediately.

"Still very noisy...it'd be a shame to have to gag that muzz again," the tiger drawled.

'"Want me?" Brian heard the fox say. He sounded almost too enthusiastic about the prospect.

"I'll handle it,"Druff said.

The tiger's reply did nothing to reassure Brian. And true enough, the tiger removed his family jewels from the wolf's muzzle. In his current position he did not have to move much to instead slap the now wet nads to Brian's chin. Brian didn't even really have time to be surprised by the tiger's evilness before he already had something even hotter and muskier pressed all over his face. The tiger had done nothing short of planting his ass on Brian's face. His crouched pose meant that that the lush striped butt cheeks were spread and his asshole practically kissed the surprised lupine's parted, huffing lips.

All the wolf could see was the familiar expanse of striped cheeks, his lips gnawing on the winking pucker and surrounding area simply by the virtue of being caught off-guard by the maneuver. The chains restraining his arms rattled as the paws sought to leap forward and slap and grab the ass upon his muzzle out of sheer instinct, maybe even pull it down just a tad bit more. Alas, the wolf could only lay there and go to town on what was immediately available to him.

Oddly, he felt no qualms about what the tiger did, even though it was as much of a domineering act as what the fox was doing to him earlier. Maybe it was the familiarity between them, but all that was going through the wolf's head as the tiger sat his ass down on his face was how much he wanted to make that hole dance and quiver on his tongue. It wasn't the full experience without heavy duty groping, but he'd have to settle.

'And I'm sure he knows that as well as I do!' he thought.

The broad canine tongue swiped vigorously through the valley between the tiger's cheeks, teeth nipping playfully wherever enough purchase could be found on the taut skin. That made the tiger go noisy, and he sounded quite pleased by it. Brian wondered if he could make them slip into needy moans eventually. Probably not, but it was fun to try anyways. He was sure that one day he would manage.

Every now and then he poked his tongue against the twitching hole that was quickly becoming soaked with spit, but there was not much give yet on the strong muscled pucker. He circled the tip of his tongue around the rim teasingly, flicked at the centre once or twice, and rounded it off with a few broad swipes before repeating the steps again. A change in the force applied or an angle taken switched it up and would hopefully be keeping the tiger on his toes. Perhaps even literally so. The cat was perched on just his feet for most part, with little weight actually landed on Brian's face. It helped that he was using the wolf's legs to support and stabilize himself.

Brian was so engrossed with and focused on the task at muzzle that the rough treatment his own posterior was receiving blended into the ambient sensations coursing through his high-strung body. Esben had hardly stopped what he was doing even when Druff took what he wanted from the wolf. The Norwegian leather fox was still tanning Brian's hide, with slaps that felt like they were coming more and more often across the plug shoved in Brian's ass. He was truly intent on making his ass smart, and to pump the toy at the wolf's prostate until he was leaking profusely.

"He eat ass good?" the fox questioned, much to Brian's horror.

Brian could feel the cheerful swiping of Druff's tail from the changes it made to the tension on his ass cheeks, or the hole that he was still trying to penetrate with his tongue. The mighty rear shifted slightly from side to side, which served to rub a pair of cheeks on another pair of cheeks.

"Just the way I have taught him," Brian heard the tiger reply.

He chuffed indignantly into the cat's ass crack. That was definitely bordering on too much information to share with their guest star. He made sure to rattle his chains for it, as short as they were.

"May have to check out!" Esben announced.

"By all means," the tiger said, sounding like he was about to pass over the salt shaker the fox had asked for, instead of giving him a turn at testing out Brian Silva's rimming skills.

The tiger shifted his ass from side to side again,adjusting his posture. Whatever his reasons, Brian used the opportunity to go in for the kill. The moment Druff's hole was lined up perfectly, the wolf shoved his tongue forward forcefully, the by now quite slickened pucker not standing much chance, coupled with the suddenness of the move. The wolf pushed his tongue in deep and wiggled it around as best he could, smirking in triumph and satisfaction at the way Druff's movements stopped in their tracks and the tight hole clamped down on his tongue.

The wolf hoped for a stronger outward reaction rather than the simple huff and grunt the tiger let out, but it was enough. He was pretty satisfied with the quivering grip of the tight man-tunnel around his tongue. He leaned his head upwards, his nose pressed up into the top of the tiger's valley, lips sealed tightly around the hole, and tongue making a mess of the asshole into which he delved much more seldom than he'd like to.

Feeling like he regained some control again, the young hunk growled deeply into Druff's ample posterior and moved his tongue back and forth inside the gripping heat almost aggressively.

'Gonna make you drip, pops...'

The noises the tiger made sounded like something he could have caused, Brian decided. He continued slithering his tongue around the tender inner rim of the Druff's asshole in the hopes to get some more of those sounds out of him.

"Hrrgh..."

He supplied the licking with many vibrations of his own that were the doing of Esben.

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