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Workers carried cinder blocks and concrete slabs to and fro like ants preparing for harsh winter months; others operated jackhammers, shovels, steamrollers and other loud, industrial equipment as their vests clung to their backs with large, sweaty patches. Two workers cleared their throats surreptitiously as they spotted the foreman, a menacing blue jay perched on top of a scrap heap, and began clearing out more rubble to make way for a fresh layer of asphalt. The bird adjusted his underwear while rocking back and forth on his spindly feet and kept leering at his subordinates. Under his wing was a clipboard - it was caked with sweat, a couple of wayward feathers, and debris that the humid, warm wind had carried from all over the construction site.

Species of different types - felines, canids, mustelids, marsupials - were present, all with different life stories and reasons to be there. The Dalmatian needed that new game console; the shady chinchilla got into trouble with the wrong people and needed money fast, and the brown, dejected wallaby was doing community service for one too many an unpaid parking ticket. Shovels dug into the softer inner layer below the cracked tarmac and spades hurled dirt mixed with sweat and grime into rusty metal construction waste containers amidst virile huffs and puffs of exertion.

Every single worker, despite their different circumstances and regardless of education, species or age, be they scrawny or brawny, young or middle-aged, motivated or lackadaisical, they all shared one thing in common: the unrelenting summer heat had unclogged all their sweat pores. Salty perspiration dripped from drenched foreheads; those who were thoughtless enough to be wearing something on their back had oval-shaped patches of sopping wet fur clinging to the fabric of their shirt or vest; and for all of them, their underwear became stained with urine, sweat and the oily musk characteristic of a lack of hygiene.

Like everyone else, Malcolm had his own life story. The deal was he'd work during the summer after turning 18 in spring to help pay for his upcoming first year of college - his dad would foot the rest of the tuition bills. Not having worked a day in his life, the mustelid did not take kindly to the brutal summer sun or the banality of his job.

"Jesus Christ, it's so hot out here!" The mustelid opened the palm that had been slamming his designated tool into the rubble beneath the old asphalt and examined it with beady, squinting eyes. The sun's rays picked out bumps and creases that weren't there before - blisters had begun forming on the leathery skin of his palm and finger pads. With a huff, the wolverine bent over, his legs slightly bow-legged with his brawny paws flat on his thighs, his shovel falling over with a clang. Perspiration coated the sides of his head, a wayward drop detaching from his temple to land on the freshly paved asphalt and soaking into the coarse material, leaving behind a black spot.

"First day on the job, huh?"

Holding his posture, the wolverine lifted his head towards the unfamiliar voice and saw a rat with a patch over his left eye. The rodent's noggin was, like the mustelid's, a sweaty mess. His muscular back arched as he leaned on his shovel, its shaft buckling under weight. The wolverine raised an eyebrow into a look of mild confusion, not recognizing the rat.

Throwing his own shovel to the side with a harsh clatter, the rodent took confident strides towards the perplexed wolverine as if they were old friends. "I was just going to go on my break, anyway," he said, his reedy hind paws leaving dark, sweaty prints on the pavement he had just helped lay. Before the mustelid could say anything, the rodent grabbed him by the upper arm and squeezed a couple of times. "This way."

"Uhm," started the puzzled wolverine before deciding to catch up with the rat. "Uh, do I know you?" His gait matched the rodent's, both their paws crushing dislodged, old heaps of tarmac that had to be taken out. "And what do you mean 'this way'?" In response, the rat briefly swiveled his head towards the mustelid with the corner of his muzzle curled upwards, a snaggletooth briefly peeping through his lips.

"Walter," said the rat, his pink, sweaty and furless paw finding itself right under the wolverine's chin. Mouth agape, he grabbed the extended forepaw which prompted a vigorous, quick handshake from the rodent. "There, now you know me!"

"Oh, cool ... Well, I--I'm Malcolm ..." the mustelid said while clearing his throat, his eyes darting back and forth between their marching feet and the rat's face.

"You saying it or asking it?" Walter narrowed his eyes at his new friend as the two continued walking.

"Oh, I'm saying it. Yeah, I'm Malcolm!" said the wolverine, attempting to sound more assertive, a hint of nervousness still managing to sneak into the way he enunciated his words.

"Right, well, anyway, foreman showed me this stall they'd set up for when we get too zoned out from the heat," Walter said, motioning towards the edge of the construction site with a pointy claw. "I've only tried it a couple of times, but, Malcom, I will be damned if it doesn't feel refreshing!"

"Oh, a st--stall? What kind of, like, stall?"

"Oh, you have no idea!" said the rat with a dry chuckle, his playful, beady eyes shimmering in the brutal midafternoon sun. "No clue how management managed to pull it off ... And speaking of, we're almost there!" Walter started powerwalking, and before Malcolm could take off behind him, the wolverine stopped in his tracks and cocked his head at a wooden booth that resembled one of the construction site's many outhouses. "Malc, you coming or not?" asked the rat while backpedaling, the one-doored structure a few yards away.

Malcolm jogged to catch up to the rodent, not before stumbling over a couple of loose asphalt rocks. "Careful! Don't wanna hurt yourself," started the rat, standing right in front of the entrance to the single-story construction. "Can't let any pain distract you from what's coming ..." Walter opened the door and the shadowy interior gobbled him up as the mustelid approached.

The rodent stood in the middle as Malcolm joined him. "Walter, wh--" The sight in front of him made little sense. "OK, uh, what is that?" asked the wolverine, his eyes narrowing and his paw going up to the base of his neck.

"Eyazen," said the rat, his pant buckles crashing to the floor with a dull, muffled thud, making Malcolm jump. "Relax."

"'Eyazen'? Wow, wait, what are you doing?!" "Taking my pants off."

Malcolm pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes to turn his head towards the rodent. "I can see that, but ... Why?"

"For Eyazen."

"You keep saying that word ..."

"Oh, 'Eyazen'? That's his name." The rodent started stepping out of the crumpled heap that was his pants, his bulge visible in the light of the single lightbulb through his sweat-stained underwear. "Want to meet him? Go on, get closer ..." Walter used the claw of a ratty toe to push aside his trousers. "Don't be shy, Malc. He doesn't bite ... Unless you want him to ..."

He? Him? This was a ... a person?! With the half-nude rat standing in the middle of the cramped- up room with his chest out and his arms crossed in front of his chest, Malcolm approached the shadowy fixture on the back wall.

What the ...

Whiskers. A sniffing, black nose. White muzzle.

The details became visible with each timorous step the wolverine took, each click of his claws on the wooden floor progressively revealing what could only be one thing - a snout! A snout was sticking through what seemed to be some hole in the wall!

"Wa--Walter," said the mustelid, freezing in place as a red, slimy tongue shot out of the canid muzzle and licked the lips around it, coating it with a fresh layer of shiny saliva. "What the fuck is that?"

"'That'? Don't be rude, Malc," said Walter as the snout's sniffer took in a generous whiff of the room's clammy, stifled air and panted, saliva-drenched, pointy teeth in view. "What, are you scared or somethin'?"

The wolverine stared wide-eyed at the protruding snoot. "Uh, no," Malcolm said, unsure of his own answer. "It's just that, like, why is he even there?" The mustelid took a step forward, only to have Walter cut in front of him, the rat placing himself between the live fixture and the timid wolverine.

"Dude, you're taking way too long," Walter said, shoving the bulgy, stained area of his underpants into Eyazen's nose. From what seemed to be a location behind the wall, a purring noise followed by a grunt made Malcolm's ears jump to attention. "Watch this, Malc ..." Walter leaned his paws against the wall and started to give the snout sticking out of the wall a show that could put world-class pole dancers to shame. "Watch and learn ..." The rat pushed his growing bulge against the black nose, causing it to disappear into the lump that had started forming in his crotch. "Like that, dontcha ..." With a glint in his eye, the rodent looked down as the wolfish muzzle's whiskers twitched as if saying "yes!" The tongue came out to actually savor the musky aroma that had been forced into his nostrils, but one lick was all the rat allowed, arching his back and separating his crotch from the eager muzzle.

His snaggletooth peeping again, the rodent leaned back, head turned back to the mustelid with his toes lifting off the ground. "Told you it's easy, Malc. Say, why don't you give it a try?" Walter gestured towards Malcolm's pants with a come-hither motion, but the finger pointed to the ground. "All right, take 'em off. Tighty-whities too." The snout that was jutting out of the circular hole in the wall licked its lips and smiled - behind the partition, the black and white wolf listened intently with his ears angling forward, his eyes half-closed, a drop of summer perspiration detaching from his cheek fluff to be promptly swept away by his wagging tail.

"Yo--You want me to take them off? You sure?" Malcolm blinked rapidly. "Did I stutter?" asked the rodent with a pinched expression.

Malcolm pressed his lips together and wheezed through his nose. He looked down at his dangling, knotted drawstring and his paw approached it. Without moving his head, his eyes went up to meet the rodent's - Walter nodded once while raising his eyebrows. _Pluck._The knot was undone, and gravity took over dragging Malcolm's cargo pants down till they were an uneven pile on the rickety, wooden floorboards.

"Those too. Come on ..."

The mustelid smacked his lips and stretched the elastic band of his underwear forward; the mild aroma of his own musk greeted him as his pubes came into view. A stickler for personal hygiene, not even his habits of cleanliness could keep the consequences of the scorching midsummer sun at bay. He lifted his legs ungracefully, one by one, as he pushed his underpants down - one of his black claws snagged the white fabric, and he had to wiggle his toes to pull free, all the while his dark ballsack slapped against his thighs.

Walter raised his eyebrows as he scritched under his nose, admiring the wolverine's exposed genitals much to the latter's chagrin and embarrassment. "Not bad," said the rodent, his pink feet and clear claws making short clicks against the half-rotten floorboards as he approached the blushing mustelid. "Like I said, he doesn't bite ..." The rat kneeled so that his face was at the level of Malcolm's cock and balls, and before the wolverine could instinctively cross his legs to cover his shame, Walter placed a comforting paw around the side of his thing. "Relax."

Malcolm's chest shuddered and his fur stood on end - even though he'd fooled around with guys in the past, the bizarre situation at hand had made him apprehensive. The wolverine spent a couple of seconds pondering the circumstances when an unanticipated rush of hot pleasure shot up his spine. "Ahhh!" Walter had grasped his balls in one paw and was massaging the glans with the palm of the other. Malcolm felt blood flow to his crotch as his pleasure nerve endings fired frenetically. "Wa--Walter," he said as his shafted inflated in the rodent's grip, "what are you doing? Weren't w--we supposed to have Eya--Eyazen do something?" The wolverine staggered forward as his eyes closed tightly, the newly lit fire in his groin stabbing his soul with ravishment.

The rodent snickered and leaned in, wedging his black, round nose into the creases between Malcolm's scrotum and his now fully erect penis. "First, I gotta make sure you're all sweaty and hot for him ..." Walter pulled back his new friend's foreskin and massaged the glans, the gritty palm of his ratty paw driving the wolverine wild. "This always makes 'em perspire and get all musky ..." The rodent took his paw off for a couple of seconds and sniffed it - his tail pointed up. "Oh, your musk is scrumptious, Malc!" said Walter, his paw resuming the knob polishing.

Malcolm's knees buckled as the rat took in the aroma of his crotch and fondled his ballsack, feeling his nuts creeping into his groin as the wolverine prepared to unload. "Ahh, fff--fuck, Walter!" The rat's beady eyes angled upwards, his snout buried in mustelid sweat glands, and he planted a kiss on the underside of the wolverine's cock as the head massage continued. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna c--!!"

Walter's paw moved to the base of Malcolm's cock and his thumb pressed down on the urethra. "Not so fast! Wouldn't want Eyazen there to miss out ..." One of the rat's ears motioned towards the wolfish snout as he said his name; poking out of the partition hole; its snoot appeared to almost throb like a heart as it took in the damp, indoor summer air of the repurposed outhouse - Malcolm's sweaty fragrance now permeated the area.

The wolverine's toes and fingers splayed as the rush of pre-ejaculatory pleasure dissipated. "Aww! Hey!" The rat's nimble, scraggly fingers held onto the base of his pulsing phallus. "I was gonna blow ..." Malcolm clenched his paws and rolled them into balls, his sweat-laced, glistening fur highlighting his overworked forearm tendons.

"I know," said the rat as a drop of precum freed itself from the wolverine's cocktip by stretching out all the way to the floor and then detaching. "Malc, you gotta learn one thing. The hornier you are, the muskier you are"--still on his knees, Walter leaned closer to Malcolm's crotch and spoke in a lower tone--"the _hornier_you are, the better he'll pleasure you ...".

A couple of feet away, Eyazen's tongue swung around chaotically, a couple of droplets of spittle running down the partition leaving a thin, dark streaks all the way down to the floor - the canid could taste Malcolm's intoxicating scent. Behind the wall, the wolf's cock had swollen inside his shiny cock cage, the tip just barely peeping out of the sheath that bulged against the shiny bars. Eyazen put his paws flat on the partition, resisting the urge to touch his aching member and tease the tip with his claw. He had been ordered to forsake his own pleasure and service the horny construction workers; otherwise, he'd "lose interest" in continuing his job. Indeed, a pool of his precum had soaked into the floorboards in front his knees and had discolored them from weeks of dripping desperation. As a consequence, the hut always had a lingering smell of musk and caked, dried precum and jizz - the first two from all parties involved, the wolf included, but the remnant bleachlike odor of semen never came from Eyazen, as he wasn't allowed this delight ... strict orders and the cock cage made damn sure of that.

"Attaboy!" Walter slapped Malcolm's ass, ushering him towards the musk-crazed maw. "Now let Eyazen show how to service someone ..."

Malcolm rubbed the base of his neck and looked down at his crotch. His cock was still at an angle pointing straight up at him, a spherical blob of pre sitting on his piss slit. The mustelid's paw reached down and massaged his own fuzzy ballsack ... It felt warm and squishy, like melted chocolate, except it didn't melt in his fingers. Holding up his brown hand to his nostrils, his whiskers became as straight as porcupine quills - for the first time ever, he'd paid close attention to his own musk, and as soon as he took a hearty whiff, his erection lurched to attention. He wasn't sure if it was the odor infused with that of Walter's saliva, or the rat's handjob, or what, but he knew this was the first time BO had sexually excited him.

"Malc!" The rodent made him snap back to reality with a gasp. "He's ... waiting ..." Walter motioned towards the protruding snout, one hand balled up into a fist and resting on his side, a bony, pink hind paw tapping away against the floorboard.

"Oh!" Malcolm's Adam's apple bobbed in the sickeningly intoxicating, thick air - his musk had begun to blend with the already perspiration-drenched atmosphere. "Ri--Right ..." A foot away was the wolf's muzzle. The mustelid lifted his leg to begin taking a step back. He sucked his features in and glanced down at his groin. Could really use this, I guess ...

As soon as the wolverine let out a shallow breath to expel some of his inhibition and doubt, he took the two steps it took to close the gap between the black-nosed snout and his exposed, sweaty, rat saliva-coated genitals. Eyazen's nostrils opened up, his sensitive, canine sniffer picking up Malcolm's pheromones. The mustelid's knees buckled, and his ass jittered, his round ass's fatty tissue rippling as his back muscles locked into place - Eyazen's muzzle had wedged itself into the sensitive, musky folds of skin between his cock and balls. Malcolm looked down with wide eyes, his open hands facing down and held at the level of his stomach, his legs still bent outward.

"Keep your back straight, Malc," said Walter, his paw cajoling his erection to stay as hard as a diamond. "Remember, this is as much for him as it is for you." The ratty hand continued the slick massage as Malcolm closed his eyes and pursed his lips, letting the wave of relaxation unstiffen his back muscles.

As soon as the wolverine's torso straightened out, he was hit by a wave of tingling erotic pleasure - the wolf's maw had wrapped itself around his scrotum and was applying significant suction; Eyazen's cheeks sucked into his mouth like two furry cups, his writhing, wriggling tongue glazing the musky mustelid's balls with wolfish saliva. Malcolm looked down with a smirk, his stomach muscles relaxing, and put his hands around either side of the muzzle that was servicing him.

Behind the oakwood partition, the canid cock throbbed ceaselessly inside its metallic prison. The wolf's black paw pads pressed against the creased, varnished wood, his green eyes rolling into the back of his head as he resisted the urge to touch, caress, even prod his captive genitals. Eyazen's rump oscillated semi-voluntarily behind the partition, each sensual thrust sending an errant spritz of precum into the speckled wooden wall in front of him. His tongue and lips swirled around the wolverine's balls like a turbid patch of sea waging war against a resilient ship, the sweaty, salt-tinged musk working its way into his salivary glands and olfactory nerve.

The wolf was used to servicing construction workers all day. Perspiration-soaked bears, beavers, canines, crocodiles ... the works. All of them showed up to "freshen up", and Eyazen was more than happy to comply as his throbbing, imprisoned cock showed. Grimy sweat was licked off massive paw pads and toes, the salty, fetid taste making the wolf's head spin with horny delight; ripe underarms were tongued and pampered with the softest canid tongue of the land. The most delectable treatment, however, was when the canine pleasured the damp, musky folds of skin that made up the crotch of his visitors - the resulting orgasm would be, without fault, long and intense, as the subsequent groans of pleasure and ropes of seed would reveal. Each "client" had his own characteristic taste, musk and smell, and after a couple of visits, Eyazen could recognize them. He could even pick out which ones had the most abysmal hygienic habits, for their odor was almost too much for even Eyazen.

And today, it was the wolverine's turn. Malcolm was in heaven. His toes had splayed out and his claws had dug into the outer soft layer of the wooden floorboards - and the wolf hadn't even started with his engorged cock yet. Every now and then, the protruding nuzzle would cease the delectable tonguejob and its sniffer would press into the mustelid's perineum to take in his sex- tinged BO.

After some ten minutes of ball tonguing, Eyazen decided to ramp it up. With the rat watching and lightly stroking his cock to keep himself interested in the scene he was witnessing, the wolf's lingua ran up the base of the wolverine's musky cock, and the effect was immediate - Malcolm's palms slammed into the partition and his snout pointed towards the heavens, his muzzle shaped into a silent O of ecstasy.

"Enjoying yourself, Malc?" Walter's shaft was coated with pre that glistened in the incandescent light of the single lightbulb as his fuzzy, bony paw worked his foreskin closer and closer to ejaculation. "I know it feels good, but the longer you hold out, the better it'll be when you finally pop!"

Malcolm half-opened an eye and glanced at the masturbating rodent, his butt giving into the wolf's tongue with rhythmic gusto. "Wal--Walter," said the wolverine, a drop of spittle escaping his gaping maw. "This is fucking awesome ... God, yes ..." His head shuddered as Eyazen's slithering tongue reached the sensitive bundle of nerves in the back of the tip of his cock - the frenulum. The mustelid's ass swung forward, his throbbing shame bumping into the partition and leaving a dark spot below the hole through which the wolf pleasured the grungy construction workers all day.

"Chill, Malc." Walter approached the wolf's maw as it was still servicing Malcolm and squeezed a dollop of pre out of his own piss slit to let it mingle with the musk from his smegma. He used the edge his thumb to rub the concoction into the edge of his finger and held his hand out to the drool-drenched lips.

Eyazen's fur stood on end. His green irises disappeared as his scrotum thrummed; the smell had made his libido kick into overdrive. It was one thing to have the scent, the musk, the grime of one burly male assaulting his senses ... but to have the overpowering pheromones of two brawny, perspiration-soaked construction workers invading his nostrils? He could barely contain himself - his butt clenched, his pink asshole pulsed with zeal as the black and white tail twirled and whipped in the loaded, grungy air. His knot quivered under his sheath, and for the first time ever as the "personal assistant" of the horde of construction workers, Eyazen's canid cock erupted. The musky sheath swelled against its prison bars like a baking loaf of bread, and not even the flat slab of metal pressing against his protruding cocktip could stop it. The canid was to refrain from touching his junk, even if it meant ejaculating without any of the relief and, indeed, with his front paws propped up on the partition, his cock throbbed maniacally as the white liquid dribbled out of his piss slit in maddeningly frustrating pulses to drip down onto the wooden floorboards as wasted, unfulfilled pleasure.

With Eyazen's snout still savoring his sweaty gunk, on the other side of the wall, Malcolm's black, almond-shaped sniffer tingled. "Di--Did he just--" The smell was overpowering.

"Yep." Walter's handpaw worked his ratty cock, a fine line of rodent precum connecting the tip of his cock to the mucky floorboard, his other appendage caressing the top of the wolf's snout, letting the pre-ejaculate soak into the thin fur. "He just spooged." Walter's snaggletooth emerged again, the sparse lighting bouncing off the wayward tooth with a devilish glint. "But don't worry, he's still interested, as I'm sure you can see ..." The rodent stood on the tips of his thin toes and let his scrotum dangle an inch away from the high-strung, hyperactive canid nose. Behind the oak divider, barely having recovered from the unsatisfying cumshot, Eyazen vocalized for the first time ever since the two clammy, strapping young lads had entered the cabin - the wolf's cry was mournful, lascivious and desperate, and it came from somewhere deep in his gullet.

Walter let out a reedy, satisfied chuckle, his toes curling. "Always gets 'em, Malc." Now using both paws to jack off, the rodent made his cock swell to its maximum. "Wanna race, Malc?" Noticing Malcolm's blank stare, he continued. "We let ol' Eyazen here service us both at the same time - whoever finishes first loses! Loser's gotta buy the beer when we finish today's shift."

"So, you mean like a race but in re--reverse," said the mustelid, his thighs buckling as the wolf's sorrowful cries came to a stop and his heart-shaped nose bumped into his saliva-coated, musky ballsack, a thin line of canid drool oozing out from between his teeth, some of it dribbling down on the already humid floor, the rest covering Malcolm's scrotum.

"That's right, Malc." Walter tapped the wolverine's elbow to give him some space. Malcolm complied and scooted away a couple of steps, prompting the rat to peel away the fold of skin between his cock and balls that was held in place with sweat and smegma and let the canid take a whiff. The odor was overpowering - as soon as Malcolm could smell the musk and horniness in the air, he felt a jolt in his cock and his scrotum pulling into his groin. With a huff and steadying himself against the partition, paws flat on the decade-old oakwood, the wolverine's head swiveled down.

Eyazen had gone from sniffing the mustelid's musky genitalia to a full-blown blowjob. The wolf's pointy teeth barely grazed Malcolm's foreskin as his thighs instinctively rocked in and out of the canid's maw; each time his ballsack nudged the canine's chin, the smell of sex and sweat became evermore obvious in the sweltering conditions of the cabin, and each time Eyazen's uvula tickled the wolverine's glans, the telltale tickle of impending climax intensified. The mustelid's snout pointed towards the heavens as his scrotum pulled into his sack - the perspiration-heavy, hot, humid, rank air and the glorious gloryhole teasing were conspiring to give him one of hell of an orgasm. "Oh, fffuck, Wal--Walter, I'm gonna ... !" The wolverine's hind paws curled, the black claws on the tips of his toes making short work of the dilapidated wood underneath his feet. "Ahh, ahhh ... !" With a grimace that seemed more of pain than intense erotic ecstasy, Malcolm's beefy paws splayed and pressed against the partition with substantial force, the moldy wood responding with pained creaks and groans.

Walter's paw continued pumping his own enlarged phallus, the strokes releasing even more manliness and musk into the stuffy room. He eyed the groaning mustelid with a cocky grin, his crooked smile letting a drop of saliva escape. The sweaty rodent's free hand squeezed Malcolm's upper arm after tapping it a couple of times, prompting the groaning wolverine to partially break out of his preorgasmic trance.

"Wh--What?"

The rat motioned towards Malcolm's armpit. "Up."

"Yo--You want me to what? Ra--Raise my arm?" The mustelid's words came out in a raspy stammer as he complied with Walter's request.

"There we go ..." Malcolm's sweaty armpit made the rodent's nose tingle with erotic excitement as he leaned over to take a deep whiff and let go of his pink, musky cock.

Eyazen was now servicing both the mustelid and the rat, his canine lips alternating between Malcolm's saltier musk and Walter's grungier taste. The wolverine was already on the verge of blowing his wad and, with the help of Malcolm's perspiration-drenched armpit hair, Walter also felt a colossal climax approaching.

"Mmmmm ..." The thought of the rat's muzzle buried in his sweaty clumps surprisingly egged Malcolm on. "Gu--Guess you like how it sm--smells, huh?" Dank, dense air penetrated the mustelid's twitching nose and went straight to his groin, the mildly ticklish sensation under his arm and Eyazen's back and forth teasing making his cock jolt rhythmically.

"No--Nothing gets me off harder than the smell of sweat and hard work," said Walter, his hips gyrating each time the wolf's snout bumped into his musky ballsack to go up his shaft to service his glans and then go back down to lick the smegma that had accumulated at the base of his cock. "You getting close there, Malc?" The rodent's lips pursed around the hair under the mustelid's arm, the mildly acrid taste making his whiskers twitch and his tail undulate.

"Ye--Yeah." Malcolm's heart thrummed right next to the rat's ear, each beat bringing both closer to the edge of climax.

"F--Fuck, yeah, me too ..." Walter paused the axillar teasing and glanced sideways at his erection - he'd crossed the edge. "Oh, shiiit, Malc, I'm gonna cum!" said the rat amidst breaths that sounded deep and shallow at the same time, his eyes closed as pressure built in the base of his cock, his nose huddled deep into Malcolm's underarm crevice.

The rodent's announcement plunged into the depths of the mustelid's soul and he felt a burst of erotic energy radiating from his groin and underarm. His cock stiffened just as the tip of Eyazen's tongue flicked over that excruciatingly sensitive spot. The heat, the dense, languid air, the pungent odor of the rodent's sex and sweat, the teasing blowjob from before - all of it concentrated in his crotch as he felt his balls dip into his groin.

Behind the partition, precum dribbled out of the front of the cockcage as Eyazen's dick throbbed against the sweaty, musky bars that imprisoned his virility. His curly tail thrashed, wagged and straightened out like a whip as his maw alternated between the two crotches, drool flying out of the corner of his muzzle whenever he changed recipient - the wolf was going insane trying to decide which musk he liked more.

The fetid smell of smegma, musk and hints of remnant urine hypnotized the canine. Viscous strings of precum stretched between both cocks as they were about to dump their load, the stretchy bridge of pre-ejaculate established by Eyazen's alternating sniffing and licking. As bitter and earthy as the odor was, to the wolf it was sweet and melancholic, going straight to his sexual center deep in the pit of his stomach. His captive cock responded gleefully with throbs of arousal, Eyazen's own Cowper's fluid coming out in spurts only to be cruelly stunted by the metallic prison around his manhood, the liquid dribbling down pathetically in a puddle before him.

The mustelid and the rodent erupted at the same time. Walter's ratty cock trembled before the first ecstatic spurt of cum and he groaned as his seed slammed into the wooden wall that separated the wolf from the rest of the world; at the same time, Malcolm's dick lurched and bore down as his orgasm commenced, his thick, syrupy jizz exiting his piss slit with great speed, partially drenching Eyazen's pearly whites.

Gray-white blotches appeared all over the rundown cabin as the two burly males groaned through their orgasm. Walter sniffed the wolverine's damp armpit rhythmically in unison with his ejaculation, his eyes closed in pure bliss - Malcolm's hands were behind his back, accentuating the crevice of his underarms, his black toe claws completely penetrating the rotten floorboard, his erection spraying the wolfish muzzle and the partition behind it. The smell of virile seed, musk, sweat and smegma permeated the blisteringly hot air of the makeshift bordello.

After nearly half a minute, the last of the pleasurable spurts made their way onto Eyazen's nose and the wolverine's sweaty chest to signal the end of the dual orgasm.

As a mist of saliva and excitement came out of Eyazen's huffing snout, the long canid tongue licking up the wayward drops of cum on his lips and sniffer, the rodent spoke. "Fuuuuck, that was good." He chuckled as he looked around, his pink tail wagging behind him, his posture straightening out away from Malcolm's underarm.

"Oh, man ..." The wolverine was wide-eyed, still coming to terms with the intensity of the orgasm. "Yeah, th--that was awesome." Malcolm huffed and pulled out his claws from the holes he'd drilled into the ground unwittingly.

Walter scooped up a drop of his own ejaculate from the mustelid's chest. "Guess we split those beers evenly!"