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A quiet night. The buildings were mere silhouettes against the canopy of the dark, moonless sky, with so few windows emitting any light that you could count them in one hand. The streets were silent for all but the gentle whistling of the chilly midnight breeze, with only the lamp posts lining the sidewalks providing illumination. Above it all, a blanket of pure, velvety black covered the city, watching over its solitude as it was only violated by one single pair of men in an otherwise deserted park. And just as the night witnessed these two men for the first time, it removed the shadowy cover cast by the clouds.

"Well, look at that!" the gray canine smiled as the sky above them lit up with the pure whiteness of the full moon, released from the hiding spot it had been forced into. The light reflected on his wide open eyes and the blood coursing through his veins roused up. The sight of such magnificent orb was something exhilarating to his species and he had to hold a howl down. But he still looked back at his partner, his eyes shining with that lunatic euphoria, and whispered just loud enough to be heard. "Doesn't it inspire you?"

"Not really...? It's just the moon," the very distracted bunny said, absentmindedly scratching his prominent chest through the tank's thin fabric. A yawn defeated his resistances and escaped through his lips, along with a long stretch of his muscular body that made all the right places pop. A delighted expression appeared in his face, but when his eyes opened back up he only saw the exact opposite in the dog's annoyed eyes. Needless to say, he panicked. "Ah! I mean, yeah! The moon is really pretty! Gets me going and stuff!"

"Forget it, you killed the mood," Jerome's words carried no malice, but they still pierced the bunny's heart. Just as he was about to say something in his defense, a pair of gray hands landed on his chest, followed by the usual tired head of his lover. "It's ok. It's my fault for expecting a non-canine to get a moon high. Besides, these bad boys always get the mood back on," and he finished his statement with a good grope that made the bunny huff.

Whatever strange reaction activated in their brains was still unknown, but it was fact that the moon always woke something up inside dogs like him, a primal instinct of sorts. And every month, without fail, Jerome would fall victim to that same effect. He had told him several stories about his youth, when the urges were almost irresistible, when he would watch his brother grow more aggressive with the moonlight; even stories about how years later he taught his son how to keep those instincts in check, exactly like he had learned through decades of experience. And yet here he was, from the bunny's point of view, delightfully giving in to the most basic of all: breeding. If it meant he could have an excuse to indulge in his riskier tendencies, he would give in to any hypnotic ability that giant rock in the sky had, although more than once he had asked himself if the dog was perhaps faking being under its control.

One way or another, Donovan would inevitably end up as a collateral victim, always enthused into joining his lover on his newest sexual escapade. It was practically a ritual, not always dependant on the moon, and he has grown used to it by now; more than once, he expected it eagerly. But there were days like this, kinks like this, that made him feel more nervous than anything; days when, in good dog fashion, the moonstruck man felt like going for a walk and end it in... indecent ways. As such, they ended up inside this park, one of Jerome's preferred locations for such activities, and before he knew it he was being pulled towards a bench, against his better judgment. He was at least a head taller and wider than the dog, but whether it was another side effect from the moon or his own submissive nature, he just wasn't strong enough to defy the hands guiding him.

He was pushed down on the bench and even if he had wanted to get up, he was swiftly pinned down by a strong pair of arms pushing their weight onto him; no chance to complain either as his lips were sealed shut with a deep kiss from the go. Nothing out of the ordinary, he thought as his mind drifted to those afternoons when they would end up in this exact same spot for these exact same make out sessions, always ending with beautiful sunsets as their backdrop. This one specific bench, hidden from all other park goers by thick bushes, yet with a quiet open street to the side gave them the exact amount of privacy Jerome enjoyed. How many times had a casual jogger almost caught them with their hands on their dicks? It was terrifying, but- and Donovan would never admit to him -it also made his blood boil with excitement. The same excitement that now started coursing through him as the powerful limbs that held him down moved towards his tank, invading and giving his pecs a good squeeze that almost got a grunt out of him.

"Jerry, please! We're in public!" he tried to cry out, but if anything, it only made the canine's grin grow wider.

"Because that's been such a deterrent before. Besides, it's the middle of the night. Who's gonna show up?" and right when he was going to reply, a single finger posed on his lips, trailing them, going down his chin until it reached the black lock hanging from a choker. The second it was between those fingers, a shiver went down Don's spine, knowing exactly what words would come out next. "Are you telling me you forgot who's in charge? Because I have no problem reminding your body of that," and just to show how serious were his words, he leaned forward and sunk a line of sharp fangs on the bunny's neck, making him squirm under his touch.

Part of Donovan wanted to stop, to say something that would make them leave with what little decency he had intact, but it was a meager whisper in the storm of sensations his flesh was subjected to. Jerome never wasted time; his tank was already up to his collarbone, the restless hands going all over his abs and chest, squeezing, pinching and rubbing his nipples every time they came across. A couple tugs and twists was all it took for his will to finish crumbling, but that wasn't enough and Jerome pressed closer to him, their bulges pushing, grinding against one another until he felt the thick fingers slip into his underwear and pull out his already dripping length, making a few drops of pre land on his belly. The hold was harsh and it made his back go stiff, a single gasp leaving him as the stroking started, squeezing him for all his worth up to the tip, where a single thumb rubbed across the sensitive head, making him tremble. He wasn't sure when he had closed his eyes, but when he opened them, across the aroused haze, he saw the canine features distorted by wicked desire, closer to a wolf's than a dog's, eyeing his cock with hunger.

Light shone on them from the street next to them and the two men instantly froze. Don didn't dare look anywhere but at his lover, whose snout shot upwards in attention, anxiously looking for the source. A car turned on a corner right behind them and drove away from the park in what definitely was the longest second of his entire life, and once it was out of sight and they once again sank into the dark, he let out the breath he had been containing. The only thing that broke the silence was the laughter above him, catching his attention just as his lover got off and sat next to him, never letting go of his still throbbing cock.

"Holy shit! I actually thought we were gonna get caught for a second! Fuck, talk about a rush!" he kept laughing and squeezing, and the rabbit could only reply with short gasps and whimpers. One of his arms was grabbed just as roughly and pulled towards the dog's crotch. "Look, I'm crazy hard just thinking about it!" and good lord, hard he was. Don had worked out with bars that seemed soft in comparison to the monster in his partner's pants. "Let me stick it in you."

"Fuck, Jerry... Can we slow down?" he begged and watched the smile on his lover's face falter. "I'm not saying I don't like this! Just that, you know, we could take a minute, have some foreplay or-

"Are you nervous?" he stopped at that question, looking back at the gentle, worried eyes he had fallen in love with. Their tired, sharp gaze pierced through him and he nodded in response. "I figured. Your ears always stand upright when you are," his immediate reaction was to reach for his ears, getting another chuckle from Jerome. "I'm sorry. I am... dangerously horny right now. But I promise you, my priority is making sure you have a good time," and no sooner he said that, he left a quick, tender kiss on the bunny's cheek, making him smile. "Then... do you want to go home?"

"No..." he sighed and let his arms fall to the back of the bench. "I mean, we're already here, so we might as well make the most of the situation."

Jerome's tail stood up and started wagging behind him, and Don's smile only grew wider at the sight. That didn't last long, however, as another good tug made him huff and his attention went back down to his cock, still trapped between the dog's expert fingers. A low moan crossed his lips as he started stroking, the skin giving in and several ropes of pre starting to spurt down, landing on Jerome's hand just long enough for him to smear it across the length, lubing it, making Don shiver And his breathing rush. Feeling he should return the favor, the bunny reached and rubbed the canine's boner through his clothes, the outline easy to see on the tight shorts, and what he was certain was a glimmering point of pre sipping through the fabric. He licked his lips thinking about how he could reach down for it, suck the wolf dry through his clothes, and he would've done it had it not been for the teeth clamping on his neck again, getting a scream out of him.

The pain got him out of his stupor just long enough to check their surroundings and make sure no undesired visitors approached, but before long he fell back on it as the free hand again lifted his tank and caressed across the massive chest, heaving uncontrollably at the way it was treated. The teeth left his neck and headed down to that very same chest, brushing against his sides in a playful manner, tickling him, making his fur stand on end until he reached the small nipple, perked up from the chill of the night. Don swallowed at the sight, at the feeling of warn breath against his body, and watched as the snout closed in around him, trapping his nipple between pearly white fangs, hard enough for another moan to start growing out of his throat. And the biggest surprise of the night came when Jerome replied with a growl; a primal, beastly howl from his more instinctive parts, claiming his flesh as property. It was enough to make Don pray he wouldn't notice his dick throbbing harder in his hands.

Another car drove by, this one down the street right next to them, and Don panicked; one call was all it took for some random couple to tell the police about a pair of perverts in the park. But while he feared the possibility, Jerome seemed to relish in the risk, biting down harder, making him scream louder, as if he wanted them to be found. His hand wandered aimlessly all over his torso for a while before coming to rest on his cleft, lovingly rubbing between the plump pecs. Don whimpered at it all, the heat reaching all the way to the tip of his ears, his teeth grinding from the harsh touch; when be felt a pair of claws pinch and pull on his exposed nipple, another loud yell escaped his lips, turning into a pleasured gasp as his tit was sucked on, licked and pulled with the same passionate insistency.

How long had he been pre-ing? Between so many areas of his body flaring up from the sensations, he was having trouble telling each one apart. For all he was concerned, he was one huge pile of flesh constantly growing in heat, gasping, heaving, and throbbing harder with each passing second. But on some level he was aware of how, through it all, his dick was constantly oozing the precious fluid, and how his lover continued covering his length with it, stroking the slick length without stopping. Of all body parts, his dick was by far the hottest; practically a scalding hot rod by now, just waiting for his seed to push through in a geyser of masculine power to fall on the damp ground. The rich scent of the soil, the whistling of the breeze, the very stillness of the night- it all became clearer as he reached his climax. He could already feel it, churning in his balls, threatening to explode.

"Don't cum," when the hell did he stop biting on his chest? How had he reached his ear fast enough for that one order to be whispered? By the time Don could even think about making such questions, his lover had already gone back to his earlier task, leaving him with nothing but a command to follow. Yet, the more he acted on his body, the stronger the fire on his crotch became, making his seed boil for release. And to make things worse the hand that had been so roughly handling his chest went down and squeezed his sack, pulling it out from his pants while the stroking continued, growing more aggressive. How was he supposed to not cum when it was practically being pushed out of him?

"J-Jerome..." he managed to breathe out through the increasingly unbearable arousal, but if anything, knowing his bunny was still able of talking only made the dog double his efforts, biting back on his neck while his jerking became more frantic and enthusiastic. Don held to the edge of the bench, his own claws sinking into it as his breathing grew shallow. His pecs were covered by a thick layer of sweat despite the cold night air and he could feel the droplets rolling down his skin only to be licked by the aroused dog. His nipples no longer mattered as his hand simply groped as hard as he could on his pec, the flesh squeezing through his fingers like clay, while he bit the left one all over, taking mouthfuls of the beef and letting his teeth pierce as much as possible, leaving red marks beneath the fur.

It was unbearable; it was too much for any man to reasonably resist, and not even one as experienced as Don could hold back when put through such exquisite torture. That's why, despite his best efforts to follow the dog's commands, he could do nothing but arch his back and push forward as the hot seed burst through his rod, flaring up every nerve on its way until it shot out of his slit in a massive, powerful burst that made his screams fill the night. One, two long ropes flew out of him, landing wetly on the ground and bushes in front of them, glistening in silvery white in the moonlight... but just as the third one was about to push out, he felt his cock tightly clamping and his passage becoming too narrow for any more of the warm fluid to go through, despite the gushes that kept accumulating halfway, pushing against an unyielding blockage. The pleasured screams turned into short gasps and whimpers as his whole body trembled, the shiver traveling and settling in his muscles uncomfortably, like static he couldn't shake off. By the time his orgasm stopped, his cock was left tingling, his seed trapped in the middle, refusing to recede but unable to come out as he started going limp again and a sigh of resignation was all that came out of him.

"I told you not to cum, didn't I?" Jerome's low growl came, making him gulp out of instinct before looking at the dog. His eyebrows crossed in a furious frown, but the glint in his eyes and the wicked grin in his snout, along with the way he hungrily licked his lips, showed a particular delight that made Don feel fear and heat at the same time. Another good squeeze made him realize he was expecting an answer.

"You did..." he weakly breathed out and immediately let out another gasp as his cock was clenched again.

"And you disobeyed, like a bad boy, tsk, tsk. You know what happens to bad boys, don't you?" and again, Don gulped.

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After such an episode, the two men had returned to their home, but Donovan wasn't sure whether to count himself lucky over it. Surprisingly, the whole trip he stayed on the passenger's seat with his pants up, no wandering hands making him lift his shirt or reaching for his bulge, making him shoot his still painfully expecting load all over himself. Instead they remained in comfortable silence until Jerome parked the car on their front porch, giving him nothing but occasional side glances that made the bunny's ears flop while he blushed; those eyes carried the same hunger they had when they first met and while he was still aware of the delicate situation he, as the submissive one, was in, he couldn't help feel giddy at his lover wanting him so much. So when they reached the house, the air between them still devoid of any words, not bothering to turn any light on and seemingly headed for sleep, he started thinking he might have been overreacting and slowly convincing himself that whatever punishment the other man had in mind for him was nothing but his own panicked delusion. That is, until they entered their bedroom together...

"Take your clothes off."

It was so sudden and so straight to the point that Don was actually taken aback for a moment. He turned at the dog as he opened the closet, rummaging through his drawer for what was most likely a new pair of boxers to sleep with, waiting for any sort of reaction that would confirm what he heard, but when he got none he assumed it was his imagination, his tired brain playing tricks on him.

"I told you to take your clothes off."

This time there was no denying it. He froze as he felt the sharp gaze boring on him, waiting, willing him to follow the given orders. He didn't have the courage to even turn around, knowing all that would result in would be his clothes being ripped apart and away from his body; instead, for the sake of his shirt, he quietly resigned himself and pulled it off, exposing his broad, black-furred back to the dog, half expecting a whipping or claws piercing his skin; the fact that none of that came only made him grow anxious. He dared look over his shoulder with nothing but the same eyes he had predicted staring back at him, no words or gestures; they were unnecessary, as those eyes were more than enough to break the last of his defenses and make his pants drop to the ground as well, leaving his stubby tail and buttocks exposed.

And the exact moment they touched the ground, he was pushed out of them and onto the bed, roughly turned around and had a foot press against his crotch, his hardening cock trapped between a pair of toes while his balls were stepped on just enough to make him yelp. And again, when he dared look up at its owner, he met with Jerome's cruel gaze, the same one he had given him in the park, desperate and eager to inflict his punishment. He swallowed audibly enough for the dog to grin in response, the engorged head rubbed between his claws as a single shining drop of pre oozed out, sticking to his soles.

"Oh? Leaking already?" Jerome's smile turned wider, showing off the same white fangs he had used to so deeply mark his lover earlier that night; just the sight of those sharp pearls made Don's chest sting from the memory and yearn for more. But this time the thing that got most of his attention was the heel pushing on his nuts until he whimpered some more. "We can't have that, can we? After all, you got in trouble for coming too soon before, didn't you? Didn't you? Answer when you're spoken to, dear. It's the polite thing to do."

"...I did," but his whisper only got more weight on his sack.

"I can't quite hear you."

"I did!" he whimpered in the hopes that his balls would be relieved from their torture, but of course he was wrong. "I did, I disobeyed. I didn't follow orders and I deserve to be punished."

"Well dear, that's really brave of you, I'm proud," and at long last the foot was removed, traded for a hand that tenderly held the still leaking length. "But I don't want to punish you. I love you! I don't want to see you in pain, I want you to enjoy yourself. And you'll enjoy yourself if you're obedient, right?" again, his words were followed by silence, his expectant eyes landing on Don's direction. After a few seconds, fearing the possibilities, the bunny nodded in agreement. "Yes, you will. Which is why all I want is to help you out with that."

Don pondered on the meaning behind those words only for a second before the cold tip on his length answered him. A quick look down confirmed his fears: between his lover's fingers was a long, thin sounding rod that shone blinding silver from the moonlight coming in through the window. His breathing grew shallow at the sight and he even noticed how his balls tensed up at it, his head already going through the many scenarios in which his orgasms would continue to be denied. In a desperate attempt to get the ideas out of his head, he looked away, following the light as it bounced off the luscious mane cove the other man's body, shining a beautiful silver that cut through the darkness; but as he kept going up, watching the powerful body grow wider and thicker as he approached the chest, a sense of calm washed over him; a stillness that turned into dread when his gaze landed on those feral eyes staring down at hin with that strange, primal hunger. Like the prey he truly was, he froze in front of them, in front of the predator and hunter he now looked upon.

"Is there something wrong, dear?" that wicked tone made shivers run down his spine again, but they were enough to wake him from the hypnotic effect that his eyes seemed to have, and he looked away.

"You... kind of look like a super villain."

"Ah..." and despite the still shining eyes and imposing position he was in, Jerome's ears flattened, and he too looked down. It was the cutest thing ever, but Don realized he was responsible for this sudden surge of shame and in typical fashion panicked over it.

"No! No, you don't get it, I...!" he stopped for a moment, only finishing his sentence when he noted the dog's tail standing up in attention. "I... like that..."

...

"Oh my god!" Jerome laughed and for what seemed like the hundreth time that night, Don's cheeks burned red. He didn't dare move too much while his length was between those skilled, cruel fingers, but he still mustered enough willpower to shove his lover into stopping, his face twisted into a pout and little flickers of his nose in embarrassment. As he faded into tired chuckling, the dog wiped off the tears that had appeared in his eyes, and even though the hunger didn't recede from them, they gave him a much softer look. "I don't deserve you... Hold still."

With the same quick and easy movements as before, the rod went back to trailing a pulsing vein, following it until reaching the engorged head, a drop of pre threatening to ooze out of his slit. The metal pushed it back in as it smoothly forced its way in, the bulging imperceptible to all but the bunny that bit back a wince from his widening canal. He looked down at it, mesmerized by the slow pace with which it invaded his manhood while the thumb holding it up pressed his head, eliciting a whimper as the fluids tried to slip through, only to be stopped by the tight fit between the metal and flesh.

Contrary to the tender way he clogged the slit, Jerome's next movements were lightning fast. In a single second, Don's arms were held down on the bed and their cocks rubbed against one another, coated with the dog's leaking pre. One look up was all it took to meet back with the now familiar grin and right afterwards his hips started rocking forwards, his length grinding and covering them in more of the fluid. From time to time the bunny huffed and sighed, feeling how their cocks and balls smacked together, his whole body shaking under his lover's actions until he lied down, trapping the two between their stomachs, covering them in the sticky substance leaking out of him until it damped their fur. It wasn't long before his sensitive dick reached climax...

But just as he was about to shoot, just as he arched his back under the heavy body on top of him, he felt the same sensation as in the park: his cum stopping right at the base, unable to escape as more pressure built up in his balls, churning and boiling in one place so much that it felt like a fire being set on under his legs, constantly licking at his crotch. After a few seconds it started to calm down, but just then Jerome reached and held the two rods together, tightening his hold as he humped his own hand, grinding against the bunny's cock until the spasms started again, his balls one more time burning with unattended need that made his whole body shake.

"You seem stressed, baby. Are you ok?" he asked once Don stopped trembling, once he turned into a huffing mess, his chest heaving like mad and a growing layer of sweat over him. Of course, he had no way of replying in such a state, only able to give a pleading look to the wolf- dog! The man was a dog, he remembered as much, but as his face twisted with desire and the reflection of the moon, it became harder to make the distinction.

And while he regained his breath, Jerome, apparently to make the most of his time, squeezed his a few more times until every drop of pre was out, scooping it all up to coat hus fingers in it and shove them down the bunny's throat. On some level, he wanted to complain, but the taste alone waa enough to make him melt under the old man's touch. He grew dedicated by the second, sucking and licking between each finger, almost moaning when the powerful scent and the salty tinge washed over his buds. When the fingers were removed, a single thread of pre and saliva linking them to him, he tried to reach forward for them; he wanted to suck them deeper, to keep them warm inside him, to be touched by them... but the second hand holding him down until the thread broke off made a frown show in his factions.

"Do you want to stop now?" Jerome asked again, his tone this time growing sultrier with each word, helped by the way he sucked on his own fingers, mixing their fluids in onw hot mess over his tongue. Don realized how hard he had been played, how much he had been forced to need the torture that, without a doubt, was about to come.

"No. I'm perfectly fine," he realized, and he didn't care. The one thing in his mind was the same member throbbing against his own. He was hypnotized, addicted even, and wanted nothing else but to please it, to be pleased by it. He could think of nothing else. "Do with me as you want."

"Wow! You do know what you just got yourself into, don't you?" and he did. Boy, did he know. But before he could answer anything, the arms and legs pinning him down moved on top of him until the same hard, throbbing cock he had been hungrily eyeing until just seconds ago landed on his face, its juices dripping down his forehead, the exquisite aroma drowning his nostrils, every pulse going from its length to his body while the heat alone felt so calming in the midnight cool... "Don't," Jerome ordered when his tongue was halfway through with the first of what he hoped would be many licks, and what at once he thought was an erotic position turned out to be just a crotch against his face while its owner stretched to open a drawer. It was embarrassing not as a misunderstanding, but because knowing as much only made his blocked cock go harder.

Despite everything, he managed to resist the ever increasing need to open up and swallow that meat whole, to choke on it until he emptied his balls deep in his throat, and when Jerome sat back his only reaction was to whimper as the rod distanced itself from him. The dog sat on his stomach and all that kept them apart were a few inches, easy to cover just by leaning forward, but he had to bite his lower lip and suck it up; the irony of the expression didn't escape him. At this distance, the smell was still overwhelming, and he took a deep breath in to drown on it until the weight on his chest increased.

Jerome leaned on him, pushing his pecs down while groping them, getting moans out of the bunny. By the way his flesh was kneaded he had to admit his lover's fingers were magical, but his attention shifted when instead of the claws he felt the cold, impersonal touch of plastic brushing against his nipples. He knew exactly what it was, but this strange, childish hope convinced him of looking down to try and prove his own thoughts wrong; all for naught, as it was, indeed, the sensation of a pair of bulldog clips poking at the flesh nubs, sometimes opening up the slightest just to nip at them; he either swallowed or jumped back every time they did that and before long his breadth turned into a series of short gasps. Jerome was clearly enjoying himself, as the occasional lip licking showed.

Surely enough, the clips opened up all the way and in their greed gobbled up not just the nipples but as much flesh as the could gather; they were so full it was almost unbelievable that they could close, yet the moment Jerome let go of them the snapped with such speed and strength that Don yelled in actual pain and shock, immediately gritting his teeth and clawing at the sheets hard enough to actually open holes through them. That wasn't enough to please the moonstruck canine and he took the clips in his hands, pressing them even harder, winces and gasps becoming the accompanying music to the bunny's pain as he bucked forward, his erection pumping the air while the contents of his balls tried again to push forward against the metal.

Next thing he knew, the same rough hands were his pecs again, moving the clips less than an inch all over- that is, inches of flesh that snapped in and out of the clips, each nerve released or clamped, each little bit a moment of rejoice or suffering, both agitating his nuts more. Yet it lasted only a second before the still dripping, still hot manhood sprouting from between the thick, furry thighs pierced through the cleft opened across his chest, quickly squeezed between the imposing mounds of muscle in a few seconds excrutiating pain from the tools attached to him; again, all clouded by the growing pleasure of his pecs being furiously fucked by his lover. In a matter of seconds, his chest fur was matted from the gushing pre, the speed enough for several ropes to reach all the way to his chin, sticking from the wild strands of his beard; how he wished he could reach for them with his tongue and taste his man's dominant taste.

The more he humped, the more he pushed those powerful tits together, almost crushing his own dick between the malleable muscle and flesh. Don kept swallowing and heaving as his own hold on the length tightened, feeling it forcing its way through the valley of his chest, while the hands kept moving the clips around. Every second he sped up, the length almost burning his skin, the fluids jumping out and landing on his thick neck, reaching his chin and even his mouth, always pushed in by the rough thumb, giving him only a moment to suckle it before it went back to its original task. It was all such an euphoric moment, hours of pleasure compressed into a few minutes as Jerome so blatantly approached his orgasm. The pain almost disappeared from his brain, with the sounding rod still lodged in his urethra being the only vestige of discomfort left, yet still very notably pushing his jizz down; the only thing he wanted, the one thing that had grabbed all his attention was the cock pushing right in front of his eyes and the thought of having its entire load shot all over his face, ending up covered and heaving for the man's hot seed.

So distracted he was that it was a massive shock when the clips were pressed again, eliciting the loudest scream of the night; a scream that only lasted a second before being muffled by the fat cock shoved deep into his open mouth, the tip rubbing the back of his throat in a single thrust. Don gagged for a while, but the relentless humping gave him no option but to adapt; rather, it kept getting faster and harder, refusing to let up. The still full, heavy balls slapped against his chin, themselves also coated by the fountain of pre he had been oozing before; long, thick threads of the fluid kept all the fur together and from the way the sack kept hitting him, he almost thought they were pulling it in. The constant flow of pre felt like gallons being shot directly down his throat, lubricating it for the length that he could swear was pushing an inch deeper every time, no matter how much he deepthroated him.

Finally, just now realizing he was waiting for it, the dog held his head in place and pulled down on his length, the sensitive nose crashing on the tuft of hair right beneath his belly button, right atop his rock hard dick. The musk alone would've been numbing had the taste not already been doing the same, but even that took second plane to the pulsing cockhead rubbing his throat, the veins pulsing with power as they heralded the massive load that soon would fill flow down him. The hunger, the need, was too strong for any coherent thought to go through his head; the only thing he could think of was release, both of theirs, and his hands moved according to such wish, heading for the sounding-

"Hoooooooold on," Jerome's free hand held his wrist in place and his eyes shot wide open as it weighed on him just what exactly he had done. And just as he did, another slow, strong thrust was all it took for the thick, hot load to shoot out of his lover's pipe, rolling down his throat and filling it up; he didn't gag or let a single drop out because the sheer amount of cum and the girth of the canine dick left no place for it, and despite his efforts and years of experience, he choked more than swallowed. At some point he noted the unusual lack of grunting and moaning, prompting him to look up, to the grinning face that enjoyed the difficulty with which he sucked on his cock, and his ears dropped over how much that expression made his loins fire up.

When the flow stopped he felt his whole body fall down; a single pleased sigh left his lover's lips and reached his ears as he stopped holding his head up, which ended up falling back on the matress. His breathing slow, he rubbed his own chest while playing with what little jizz was left in his mouth; god, the taste... Such a masculine, powerful essence, just like the man it came from. It made him shiver and he realized how much more he wanted of it, to be filles with it. He was about to beg again for the dog to do with his body as he pleased, anything as long as he could have that powerful essence in him again.

It was unnecessary, evidenced by the way his length, still blocked, was tightly grasped and, without warning, furiously stroked. All of a sudden, the world turned into a haze and he felt nothing but the clenching of his teeth and his skin heating up, almost as if tearing apart from the treatment. In a second his balls churned again, and a powerful spurt of seed shot up only to be stopped by the tip of the rod lodged in his urethra, yhe pressure building up in his base, unbearable, painful. He screamed out loud, cries that to his distracted, tortured brain sounded like forgiveness, like asking for mercy, but if he really was making any such coherent words, they all fell on deaf ears as his cock continued to be jerked, boiling more and more until a new orgasm shot up only to clash with the old one, mixing, pushing harder against his flesh yet never leaving his pipe. Then another one, and another one, and another one...

At some point he lost track of time, he lost his voice from the screaming, but with each second that passed, with each ruined orgasm, he gained sensitivity that was cruelly abused; the skin and flesh burned and his balls grew heavier from the pressure, all while he swore his cock was about to break apart from his body from the sting and the powerful milking he was subjected to. Through it all he only caught snall glimpses of his lover's face, his eyes lit with maddening lust as he couldn't look away from his length, enthralled by the sight of his likely reddened state. And yet he felt like shooting again, and one more time it stopped in a second, trapped in the base of his dick like an endless edge.

Finally the fingers let go after who knew how long and how many times he came, but there was no real difference as he still felt the fire between his legs; far different from the arousal he was so used to, it was closer to actual fire burning painfully his crotch, but he had no energy left to reach for it and put it out; he barely had enough to still his breathing.

"How does it feel?" Jerome asked, but Don didn't actually hear him, unable to tell the words apart. The dog smiles to himself when he realized as much and kept talking anyway, all while a single claw trailed a vein up his length; it was enough to make hin arch his back and groan in pain. "You're a good boy, you know? You made a mistake and you had to be punished for it, but really, that was more my fault than yours. I mean, a sounding rod? That's right there for anyone to take out," and to emphasize his words, he slowly pulled it out. Donovan didn't feel a thing, showing the dog's skill, but also keeping hin from letting out his precious seed; it still sat quietly inside his nuts, immobile yet the sensation of being edged never left. Jerome got his attention back by licking on it and he actually stopped for a second to enjoy the leftover flavor, but soon enough he was down on the bunny's neck, sending shivers down his spine. "You're doing just fine, dear. You're amazing. You just need a little help from your dear puppy," and just as he said that, he reached up again, took something out of his drawer and turned around. "I just realized I'm the pup in the relationship, isn't that funny?"

But Donovan didn't listen. His mind was too enthralled by the other man's backside, his tail held up high to give him a wide view of his tight hole, hidden between the plump pair of buttocks. No doubt it wasn't an accident but given the recent events that had led them into this situation, Don felt wise to stay still and do nothing that wasn't ordered. But the sight was enough for his spent member to stand up; that alone was enough to make him wince, but it wasn't enough to satisfy Jerome.

Another filling sensation, just like the sounding rod had caused, shot from his erection, pushing and expanding until the same metallic tip reached the base, holding his seed in place; unlike last time, every single inch it went in flared his nerves and made him squirm. But the cherry on top (almost literally) was the circular shape that he felt aroumd his head, fitting tight until it squeezed his length. He didn't have to see to know what it was, being already familiar with the shape thanks to Jerome's welcome insistence, but the moment he heard the lock click closed around it was confirmation of the small chastity cage being secured around his head. Sure enough, when he looked down, just as the dog on top of him scooted to the side enough for him to see, wanting him to see, the metallic shape came into sight, holding the bar in place and keeping him even tighter than before from that sweet release.

"There you go. That should be enough now, don't you think dear?" Jerome dangled the key in front of him just enough for it to clink, making the bunny swallow in growing arousal. And before he could answer, the thing he had been expecting, even hoping for, happened as the ass on front of him was pushed closer to his face. "You've been behaving so well lately, I feel you deserve a treat. Wouldn't you agree?"

As if he was in any position to disagree. Not like he wanted to, anyway. Without a word he dove in, his hands a blur as he grabbed the wide hips and pulled the large body on top of him, burying his head between the cheeks and letting his tongue out on the musky ring of flesh, trailing and poking while his muffled moans filled the room and rumbled inside Jerome. It actually took him by surprise for a second, letting his defenses down and a low, elegant howl out as his hole was eaten with such hunger; a moment of submission that such level of skill, such pleasure, called for. Part of him wanted to stay like that longer, to enjoy the bunny's tongue as it ravaged him all the way down, to melt around such exquisite mouth, but the part that wanted to give Don a delectable torture won out in the end.

He reached forward, taking the length around his fingers, admiring for a second the craft of the cage. Unlike most other ones he was familiar with, those that trapped an entire length and kept it away from its owner's hold, this one was only made to circle the head and hold in place the sounding rod that was, just as Don had sensed it, deep inside his slit. The beauty of it came from how it left the rest of his cock at reach, perfect for anyone to grab, to stroke and play with; the Helmet, if he remembered correctly, was the official name, and it fit. But of course, just stroking wasn't fun.

The real fun started when he leaned down until his cold, wet nose rubbed against the length. The cool was ticklish, soothing, and it eased the sting on Don's dick enough for him to let out a pleased sigh that once again rumbled down the dog's hole, making him shiver again; for a (mostly) top, he had a pretty sensitive ass, but it only made Don's actions more enjoyable. Precisely why, perhaps to thank him for it, the next thing that touched his manhood was Jerome's tongue, trailing the same vein he had been playing with so far. Then his lips surrounding it, gently sucking while his tongue lapped, every so ofte. Reaching up for a playful poke at his head through the cage. It was torture of a different kind, quiet and exciting, making his cock jump out of pain and pleasure at the same time. It took all of Don's willpower to not clench his fists and let his claws sink into his lover's skin, but he did squeeze harder, pulled further down for his tongue to push inside his hole, expanding it; the thing was freaking tight, his insides putting just the right amount of resistence to encourage him. The sweat, the musk- it was all driving him crazy, telling hin to go deeper, to push through, and as the minutes passed and he continued ravaging his hole, he could feel the dog's sucking grow erratic, enthusiastic.

The more he pushed, the more Jerome sucked him, getting closer and closer to his head, yet always going all the way back down when he reached the cage. Before long, Don started feeling the urge, the fire of his arousal tickling at his engorged tip, making it yearn for the touch, for that thick, wet tongue to help it cool and relieve, and so his balls started churning, his seed turning into a hot mess inside them that made his hips move forward, slightly humping around Jerome's lips. But his focus remained on his ass; even as he grew more excited, even as the pleasure and the pain mixed into an almost indistinguishable euphoria that made his whole body electrify, he kept pushing against that tight pucker, feeling his muscles clench around him. The aroma that wafted towards his nose made it twitch as ever, made him leave tiny claw marks at his buttocks, and he wanted nothing more than to drown in it, all while fighting the exact same urges that told him to go down his taint, to eat it out as well on his way to those exquisite balls and the long, thick cock that dripped on his chest. His hunger knew no boundaries as all of Jerome seemed to be telling him to go at it all at once, as if a memory of hid stripping days still remained, making his body dance with every movement.

In the end, however, that choice wasn't up to him. No musk or taste, no matter how overwhelming, how masculine, could keep him rooted to those cheeks with his dick suddenly finding itself in a tight hold, threatening to be stroked in much the same way. At first it seemed exciting and the whimper it ellicited out of him made his tongue push further in, his lust and need for it growing. But the faster his length was stroked, the more his whimpers came out as a result of the burn and friction rather than the joy of being touched. How he wanted that ass, but as the pain increased it was harder to remain focused on it; he split away from it with a scream that got louder by the second as his cock was treated and, for what seemed like the millionth time, his balls contracting as their contents boiled and pushed forward, only to be stopped by the same familiar bar. Don clenched his teeth as hard as they would go, but his voice still filled the room as yet another orgasm built up in his base only to remain there, forever burning him from the inside.

Almost as if he was only now realizing his hole was no longer being eaten, Jerome sat back up, taking away the fantastic view, the soothing presence of his ass; Don tried reaching forward to keep it from going, but his body had grown weary through the night. Despite whatever excessive stamina he may have (and boy, did he have a lot), he was still an old man, eventual slave to his age. It made him wonder how much of a high the full moon actually caused for Jerome to stay up. And he read his mind again, since that was the exact moment his own tongue pushed between the bunny's cheeks and entered the tight realm of his hole just long enough for him to jump up.

"Stop that!" he tried to scoot away, but the thick, dripping cockhead pressed against his hole stopped him. His breathing stopped as he saw the wolf- dog! He was still a dog, but the way he quietly stalked up to him, those glowing feral eyes never looking away, made it hard to believe. Soon enough a pair of thick arms fell next to his head like pillars holding that mad look above him. "Jerry..."

"Hey," and he leaned down to kiss and bite the bunny's neck, prompting another yell. "How would I look if I dyed my fur purple. You know, like Caleb used to," such a random question would've been weird had Don being in any position to pay attention, but even then he would've had no time to answer as the dog sat back up, staring down at him with those same eyes. "I'm sorry, that was a weird question. At this point I'm more moon than man," he laughed, but that wasn't enough to distract Don from the hands going down his body, tracing every muscle in their way until he reached the blocked manhood, holding it gently with a thumb rubbing his nuts. "You know, my every instinct is telling me to eat you up. And you certainly look delicious," he looked down at Don's cock when he sais so, fooling no one. But rather than that, he pushed forward until the tip of his dick entered the bunny's hole. "It's funny because, right now, you're the one eating me up."

"Dad joke," he managed to breath out, but Jerome instantly retaliated by pushing more of his meat in him, getting a surprised yelp in return. The smug expression was something that cannot be put into words.

Any complain he could have was drowned when his cock was grabbed again, squeezed for all its worth and jerked with enough speed to make him scream the loudest of the night. The fire in his loins spread again, heating up until it was unbearable, making his seed bubble inside his balls, shake like crazy and shoot up in a powerful geyser that never saw the light as it crashed against the metalic tip. All he could do was whimper and cry while the need made him squirm, and as soon as his orgasm stopped, Jerome shoved his length the rest of the way in, all in one single movement that finished with his base hitting the plump ass. Don screamed again, not so much from the pain but from the way his balls jumped at it and his seed kept begging for release, pressing against the inner walls and trying to push up against the rod; not even the tiniest drop of pre managed to pass through. He looked up again amd Jerome kept giving him the same smug expression, his grin widening as he pulled out, deliberately twisting his hips so his thick length rubbed against every inch of his hole, making sure that he could feel every single throb. It was a long, careful process, but Donovan's loud yells evidenced its effectivity.

In the end only half of his head remained inside; it was like him to take things to their greatest extremes, after all. His stroking had returned as well, reduced to a few loving rubs and the occasional poke at his head through the cage, just enough to make him curl his toes. Don's eyes shut close at the sensations, but of course the dog wanted to tease him more, and what better way than to reach for his hand and pull it down to his own length, where the two joined around it, their fingers brushing as he enticed him into pleasing himself. And just as he expected, tempted and tortured as he was over his rising fluids, the first thinh he tried was to remove the cage, obviously to no avail. He was sure the bunny was aware of the futility of his action; that only made it funnier. And it was the last push he needed to push back in.

The surprise was the first thing Don felt, followed by the engorged pipe expanding his insides in an instant. Then out and back in again, and out of nowhere he was being thoroughly fucked by the massive dick, larger than usual, he could swear, as if under some sort of moon spell. In a single second, Jerome set an aggressive, powerful pace with no mercy for Don's body, focused on nothing but the ruthless humping filling him every passing moment. A few seconds was all it took for Don to claw new holes in the sheet as, deep inside his ass, his prostate was profusely massaged every time the long erection pierced back in him; and every other hump he could feel his own crotch lighting again, shooting his massive load only as far as the sounding rod would allow it, feeling it fall back and then boil and shoot up again in a cycle of just seconds that gave no moment of reprieve. Constant torture was all he knew, his brain screaming to stop and begging for more all at once.

It still wasn't enough. Jerome reached and twisted the clips around his nipples, long forgotten, and his eyes shot wide open at the sensation, along with yet another scream and another orgasm ruined by the blockage. It still wasn't enough, and he jerked the bunny's dick the fastest his old wrists would allow him, watching his skin turn into a blur and his whole body thrash about as he was milked for all his worth without ever really giving any. It still wasn't enough and his humping, his neverending breeding, picked up in pace, his sack hitting Don's taint, his tip rubbing against his insides, spreading them apart, coating them in sticky pre that only made his entry easier, until finally, finally! With one last thrust that put their flesh together, and a howl loud enough that Donovan later swore made the windows shake, the dog's hot load shot like a cannon from the manhood deep inside him, filling him up to the brim until he swore he would beb unable to hold it on; for long enough to lose track of time, surprised by Jerome's impressive output, something he credited to the moon as well, he waited for that moment in which the boiling cum would seep out of him, but somehow it seemed to instead push through deeper into him, refusing to go out, and despite looking down at his unchanging body, he felt bloated by such power.

It was exhilarating, an exquisite experience that, yet again, was cut short when his own cock was unable to reply in the same way. His back arched for what was, without a doubt, the strongest orgasm of the night; maybe the strongest he could remember! But that too was no chance for the sounding rod, so tightly hugged to his flesh that no crack allowed for any of the fluids to pass. He lost his voice again and, unable to do much more, he just gasped and dropped back on the bed, exhausted, looking up at the same eyes he had been staring at all night and coming to the harsh realization.

It still wasn't enough.

No matter what he did, he couldn't satiate Jerome's hunger. Every time he climaxed, every shot interruptes by the metal bar, only made him want more. Thus, the hours passes by; hours of torture, of asses being eaten until they were sensitive and red, of his dick being stroked and milked non-stop, of his nipples being twisted and his pecs kneaded, more and more clips attached at random to pinch his soft muscles, of his mouth being abused and filled woth cock and cum until his jaw was sore, and most of all, of his hole being plowed like there was no tomorrow, until a few drops, at long last, started rolling down. Thus was the night and by the end of it Donovan was left a panting mess, drenched in sweat and surrounded by the tattered remains of the sheet after he had tore it apart on his euphoria. He had yet to cum.

"Look at you," Jerome chuckled standing on the door with a victorious grin and a glass on his hand. Even he, after such a night, had to take a break and let his breathing settle, bringing at least one little thing foe Don to be proud of when he got back to his senses.

The moonlight bounced off something on the dog's hand, something Don, had he been capable of, would've recognized as the key to his freedom. But all he felt were the hands holding his length in place and a slight vibration that made him jump as the pressure around his head disappeared. Unlocked and opened, the cage was tossed aside, loudly hitting the floor yet unheard as both men were focused on the sick before them. A single touch was all it took and Donovan thrashed again, shooting the gigantic load he had been saving up and waiting for all night long. Jerome held it long enough for the stream to aim down and fill the glass in his hands, but once that was done and over, he let go and admired as the wild member jumped up and down, spraying the bunny's chest with an almost entirely liquid jizz that nonetheless stuck to his fur and let out a powerful, manly smell that made him shiver. He had no idea how long it went on, but it was long enough to cover him from head to toe, with every inch of hos body sporting more tham a few ropes of cum.

"Well..." Jerome was surprised for a moment to hear his own voice breaking down, but after such a show it was to be expected. He wasn't sure what to say, however, given the unfamiliar feeling of a blush creeping all the way to his neck; a quick look at the window showed him the rising sun on the horizon, most likely having started during his lover's unloading, and he figured the lack of a moon high was to blame for his sudden refrain.

But of course, he was still Jerome Wolfe, and he still held the bunny's head high enough for him to put the glass on his lips and carefully, lovingly let the seed flow down his throat, which Don was more than happy to accept. Gulp after gulp, the glass was empty in a moment, a single drop escaping down the side of his mouth as he was laid back down and the dog let out a bothered sigh as he left the glass on the table. One good stretch later and he was already lying down on top of the much larger man, letting his own tiredness win him over and feeling the seed between them; it wasn't a bad fewling at all, mind you.

"You're a great guy, you know? Way better than an old slut like me should have. Remind me to make you a big breakfast and get you a hot bath later," he said and waited for an answer, but all he got was a snore and sure enough, one look up was enough confirmation that he had fallen asleep. A giggle was all that escaped Jerome before he reached up for one last kiss, falling back on his chest and feeling his own eyes grow heavier. "I love you. And one day I'll make you Mr. Wolfe. Or maybe I'll be Mr. Flopski. Doesn't really matter... as long as you're mine..."