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Judging someone purely on your first impression of them, whether it was how they looked physically, or how they responded to you emotionally, was shortsighted, and often a foolish mistake.

"This is not how things were supposed to go this evening..."

Of course, James Mason was the kind of timber wolf that was used to being in control of his own surroundings, and his impressive size and strength meant that when it came time to go to the bedroom, he was almost always the one in control, and pacing the situation.

When he first set eyes on Aaron Cassidy, he made the mistake of treating the marbled fox like any other vulpine that he'd come across; a quick wave, a smile, a drink, and that would be all it took to have his foot in the door, and some odd time later, his length buried in their haunches. It was such a smooth and formulaic process that he was starting to wonder if he'd perfected the art, and at the start of it all, Aaron was giving off the impression that he'd bought it, hook, line and sinker.

A few sensual glances were shared between the two over a pair of cocktails, and James could still remember what a dreamy look Aaron gave him when he mentioned that he'd be honored to be the way that the fox was spending his time during military leave. He was smitten with the blue eyes of the vulpine, and the exotic patterns of tan and subtle black that roamed across his otherwise creamy fur, lending reason to the name of his species, but James did everything he could to seem as if he was in control of his desires.

Aaron saw right through it all, and tricky fox was just biding his time for the wolf to let his guard down. The evening was still on the path that James expected, and they were hardly in the door of his apartment before the fox was pressing his paws into the wide, burly stretch of his pectoral muscles. The kiss that followed might have been predictable, but the fireworks that flew when Aaron pressed the end of his muzzle to the lips of the timber wolf were on another level of excitement, and James was left trembling for a moment thereafter.

He was determined to keep the reins. He'd gripped Aaron by the arm and held it tight as he pushed the fox up into the wall, right next to the front door, and pinned him under the weight of a heavy and passionate exchange, but Aaron was every bit as crafty as the wolf was enticed.

Looking back on the evening, and gazing up from the covers of his bed, James still wasn't sure what he was thinking when he allowed the smaller canine to push him over onto the comforter. It was playful enough at the time, and he expected the fox to pounce into his lap for a ride.

He didn't think for even one moment that Aaron was hiding a pair of cuffs, or that he'd be so damned fast at latching them into place, leaving the wolf trapped to his own headboard, stripped naked and looking the part of the fool for underestimating his assumed prey.

"I'm only in town for a couple days, James. It's not like your poor reputation is going to suffer for being topped by a fox," Aaron pointed out. "After all, you can tell people whatever you want about what happened tonight. I won't be here to argue with you."

Every word was dripping with pride, and James wrinkled his muzzle at the tone. "Getting taken by someone like you, though? You're...well, you're tiny."

"And you just assume that every fox smaller than you is waiting for you to come along and bury them with your cock?"

It sounded silly when Aaron said it out loud, and James flattened his ears in embarrassment. "Most of them really are , though."

"I'm not most foxes, James. I was hoping you would have picked up on that at the bar, but you wolves tend to have a very short attention span...always setting your sights on the next kill, even before you've secured the one you're after!"

The teasing was hard for James to hear, but it was only fair, given that Aaron had won the day. "To think that I'd learn anything about hunting from a fox is more than a little degrading, you know."

"You learn a lot when you have to fend for yourself," Aaron claimed. "You're just in over your head, big guy...and I'd dare to say that you're enjoying it."

With only his arms restrained, James would have been happy to pin his thighs together, if not for the presence of a naked fox between them. His tail was still trying to curl upright to cover his asshole, but there was no hiding the impressive, thick orbs between his legs, and the sheath atop that was starting to reveal a warm, pink tip of excitement.

"Kind of a natural reaction to being tied up in the bedroom, don't you think?"

"Not everyone reacts this way," Aaron suggested, and he actually had evidence to back up his claim. He leaned over slowly with a single pawtip, and dragged the digit along the small seam between the balls of the larger canine, until it traveled all the way over the base of the sheath, and right to the sensitive flesh that was still emerging. "To have this strong of a reaction, you must really be into the idea of being fucked by a little fox."

Naturally, submissive thoughts crossed James' mind from time to time, but he wasn't the type to ever be asked about them, and it was rarer still that he was forced to admit to them. The sexual atmosphere of the moment would have been enough to draw a reaction from his body regardless, but he'd have been a terrible liar if he tried to say that he wasn't enjoying the soft and deadly accurate touch of the vulpine fingertips on his crotch.

The warm, slippery feeling of precum spilling down the base of his tail was another story, and while it was a different kind of excitement, there was no denying the effect it was having on him, as his tailhole twitched from the creeping mess.

"Maybe I'm just excited because I know I'm about to get some."

Aaron grinned. "Not in the way that you were hoping, if I remember correctly."

A slow, easy grind from the hip was all it took to leave James panting quietly, as the warmth of the vulpine's tip drew ever closer to his waiting entrance. "Look, I d-don't...don't do this all that often, okay? It's not really my thing..."

"For that being the case, you're breathing pretty heavy, James."

Aaron had all of the endurance required to rock back and forth on his knees all night, if he really wanted to. His expression was the picture of a confident man who knew that the situation was his to control, and James was huffing quietly with a growing sense of need.

There was just enough of his cock sticking out of the sheath for Aaron to grip the thick, impressive base and give it a few quick, teasing pumps. "Just say the word, James, and the real fun can begin."

It wasn't a difficult decision to make. James could spend the rest of his evening being dry humped and never quite reach an orgasm, and have to call his neighbor to be released from his shackles in the morning...

"You wanna be the big shot? You wanna dominate me, foxy? Fine. Fuck me."

...Or, he could take the easier path forward and give the fox the clearance that he was so desperately looking for.

"About damn time," Aaron replied with hasty satisfaction. He could have guessed at where the lubricants would be, and he was just able to reach the nightstand without giving up his position between the legs of the larger canine. "You wanna move your tail out of the way for me, or am I gonna have to yank it?"

Even with his smaller physical presence, there was a greater aura to Aaron that was given off by his personality. Though it was easy enough for James to move his tail down and uncurl it, he was curious just how much of Aaron's bravado was a show, and how much of it he could back up.

Daring the fox to be a man of his word, James kept his tail stiff against the base of his own sack. "Go ahead and try to."

As the last word passed his lips, James yelped as he felt a firm and domineering tug against his flesh. The tight grip of the fox was impressively strong, and even with lube across his pawtips, he was able to yank down on the tail enough to move into position before it had a chance to pop back up.

Much to the surprise of the bonded timber wolf, Aaron didn't address the tiny rebellion. He went right back to work, spreading the smooth, cool liquid over his cock to make for an easier penetration, but there was a new sharpness to his expression that made one thing clear to James: Further nonsense would not be tolerated.

He actually felt a nervous, sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach when the tip of Aaron's drooling cock finally settled just under his sack and began pressing at the lazy pucker of his tailhole. Each consecutive jab gave the fox a bit more room to work with, and when James felt the weight of the vulpine's eyes on him, something truly unexpected happened.

His hips raised to meet the occasion without his thought, and he gasped deeply as a few glorious, pulsing inches of fox flesh pressed into the waiting orifice.

"And that is how you truly dominate someone," Aaron was rumbling with delight as he spoke, a series of low, throaty growls escaping to lace his words with extra passion. "Just looking at you was enough to get you to bend to my whims...never would have guessed you were such an easy bitch to control."

The words should have stung more than they did. Aaron's presence in the bedroom was so great that James was falling into the submissive role in rapid fashion, and the full length of his erection stood before the fox, longer and larger than the one that belonged to the vulpine, and twitching with jealousy that it had only air to embrace it.

A gracious top if there ever was one, Aaron gripped the throbbing length tightly and began pumping it with a slow and easy pace, much softer than the one that he took with the asshole of the trapped lupine. Once the fox could pump his hips with relative ease, he was off to the races, and though it was a struggle for James to handle for the first few moments, he was working his way into enjoying the deep and rapid fuck, even after maintaining that it was the last thing he wanted.

It was quickly becoming the only thing that he wanted, and the streams of precum that lazily bubbled down the underside of his shaft provided just enough lubrication for Aaron to keep pumping a paw around his impressive member.

"Does my little sub think that he's earned a cumshot?" Aaron asked, his voice completely in control, despite the deep and powerful twitch of his length as his orgasm rapidly approached. "Does he want me to give him a nice, messy creampie?"

It remained the ultimate test, and Aaron was going to blow his load regardless of how the timber wolf responded. There was something wonderful, and downright primal about pulling free and coating a target in his seed, but if his submissive was willing to beg for it, Aaron might reconsider.

The quiet, desperate whimpers of a wolf on the edge of his own climax were a start, but it wasn't until his thick muzzle opened for a series of panting cries that Aaron knew he was truly embracing his role. "P-please, foxy...fill my t-tight little ass with your cum! Please!"

It was such a strong reaction that Aaron lost the ability to hold back his own release, spurred on the by the words of his newly claimed pet. He was proud to see that he still had the magic touch, and he was grinning every step of the way as he winced his eyes shut and drove his hips forth with a renewed vigor, pressing until the end of his knot was passing into the stretched asshole of the submissive wolf.

"You're a lucky little bitch...I'm usually n-not so nice," Aaron claimed, his words ending just before the delicious _ schlip _ of his knot popping inside of the defeated lupine. "But since you were s-such a good boy..."

He trailed off, allowing the coursing heat of his cum to send a stronger message. The wolf twitched in place as his inner walls were painted over with a thick, creamy load of vulpine seed, and the internal heat triggered his own release, as long, thin spurts of mess sprayed up into the air and fell back down to the bed, landing upon the torso of the bonded bitch and leaving his lap and thighs coated in a thin layer of his own yield.

Slow, easy trails of tasty cream were spilling down over James' twitching length as his orgasm slowly settled, and Aaron held still, allowing his knot to keep the tie completed. He preferred to watch James look up with wide eyes, so he could see the shock in the larger canine's eyes when it occurred to him just how much he really enjoyed being a bottom.

"Think you've got it in you to go again? We've got another hole to stuff, and I'm not shipping out til tomorrow..."