Wolford's Unveiling

The Secret Story of Officer Wolford's Off-Duty Life

One: Little Wolf

Some of the predator lives that began outside the major city of Zootopia were not as calm and content as they could be for those born within the big cities. In truth, the wolf that would later be Officer Wolford of the Zootopia Police Department, did not have a bad childhood at all, it was his teenage years that became problematic for him and that was all down to three main issues. The first issue was that he had decided long ago when the police had come to visit his primary school that he wanted to be a policeman and not enter into the pack business of security guard... which was deemed a stupid decision for how much less money he would earn. The second problem was his name, his parents had been expecting a girl and had not even considered names for another son and well, they were not exactly the best when it came to naming... the father of the household, Barrington Wolford had named his eldest son Barrington "Barry" Wolford Junior and his second son Lawrence "Larry" Wolford and when it came to the youngest... he'd hit a loss and written on the birth certificate "Little Wolf Wolford", thinking they would come up with a name soon enough... but oddly it had stuck and though his mother had decided his middle name would be Nathan, no one seemed to care and so he was "Little Wolf" or "Little Wolford" and that always irritated him. But then the third issue was something he had been learning only recently... he was sexually attracted to another male!

Being homosexual was not an issue in the pack of course or indeed the neighbourhood, they understood some wolves were just born to be the submissive types and would seek an alpha amongst a stronger male. It was just assumed that for being gay there was nothing to worry about because he would either chose a dog, a coyote, another wolf or a stronger predatory animal. Even if he chose a prey animal they would assume it was for the hunting instinct and it was just that in the pack, his nature was submissive... but Wolford had a problem with all of that. He was not actually interested in the bigger males and yet he knew he was submissive... he wanted to be beneath the worst kind of animal around for any of their kind or their chosen careers... he had ended up being attracted to the one species that was always in a gang, always thieving and always causing trouble for everyone... foxes!

He could not explain it really, but he had believed the problem stemmed to a particular fox that stayed with their family as part of a rehabilitation program for youths in the system of the prison where his mother worked.

"Boys... Vic's here..." Mrs Wolford barked into the household as she opened the door to their happy little home and expected her boys to rush to greet her as they had in childhood. Though Barry and Larry were just lounging in the living room watching a wrestling match between a wolverine and a black bear, Little Wolford padded down the stairs with a soft smile upon his face and automatically went to give his mother a hug. She wagged her tail in delight to see him greeting her and then swung her arms about him with soft few sniffs and snorts of greeting before she then stepped aside and left Wolford to help Vic out. Wolford turned to look at the older fox and he felt suddenly very embarrassed as Vic just gave a soft snort of amusement.

"You look tougher, but you're still a big puppy on the inside, ain't 'cha Wolfy?" Vic grinned wickedly as he swung his gym bag with all his worldly possessions over his shoulder and then turned towards the staircase. Wolford dropped his ears, not sure if he was being complimented but pretty sure it was just Vic being Vic. The pair of them marched up the stairs together to go to the little staircase leading up to the attic room that had been converted for Wolford to have a room to himself, though he always shared it with Vic when the fox came visiting. As they reached the room, Vic was bemused to see that there was a brand new futon laid out for him to lounge upon and he leapt onto it with a groan of relief. "Damn... I forget how comfortable this set up is... shame its my last year, though your mum keeps offering for me to move in afterwards. My parole officer though will be cutting the leash so I'll be free to get back to normal."

"You still going back to the gang?" Wolford was aware that things for Vic had never been easy; Vic had been born in the slums like most foxes to a vixen selling her body and possibly to her pimp. He was unfortunate in being a red ox but his colours were not normal, he was a sort of black and silver colour that made everyone call him a half-breed and meant when his mother had died when he was seven, no one had been willing to take him in. The only ones to open the doors for him had been the local gangs of oddball foxes, treated like crap because they were foxes in the city and spent their days selling drugs, stealing, vandalising and just getting on with life regardless to the rules. Despite their seeming aggressive nature, there was family in their brotherhood and they looked out for each other and when their boss had been in serious trouble, Vic had taken the rap and as a cub still, he'd been put into the rehab and parole programs where he was supposed to be adopted by some farmer family and taken away... but his fur had been against him and he'd stayed in the system constantly, sent birthday gifts by the gang of course, and Wolford's charitable mother had decided that during the holidays when she was off work, Vic would stay with them and this was how Wolford had met him. "Sure you don't want to be an artist?"

"Come on Wolfy... whose going to pay for that lifestyle?" Vic snorted, pulling out his drawing pad to show all the amazing tattoo sketches he'd been designing. Wolford gave a soft sigh to hear it before he grasped Vic's coat and shoes and paced down the stairs to put them away. Vic gave a snort as he watched his friend go, glad Wolford remained so innocent because when he was going to be an officer, he'd get a real shock. But as the fox rolled about on the comfortable futon, just rolling about to make sure it was coated in his scent, suddenly his eyes swelled and he spotted something hidden under Wolford's bed. He sat up, listening to Wolford go into the kitchen to ask about dinner to be helpful, Vic slid onto the floor and swiftly snatched the magazine... clearly a dirty magazine and then gave a snort. "Shit Wolfy..."

If it had been just a magazine with females foxes or just other male animals in, Vic would have maybe not given it a second look... heck even jackals he wouldn't have blinked... but when he saw the cover as 'Filthy Foxes', he knew very well just what was in it. All this piece of trash did was show off male foxes in dirty poses and doing dirty things for quick cash and it only blacked out the eyes. Vic snarled to see it, this magazine was exploitative, the photographers went out to look for good looking male foxes that were in shitty dumps or in rehab and gave them money for such dirty poses. It was insulting to see the magazine here and Vic pulled out other magazines, glad none of them were this same series but just simple police and investigation magazines. But Vic grabbed hold of the magazine and waited until Wolford stepped into the room with a tray of cookies and two glasses of milk, before he spotted the magazine.

"Oh damn... ugh... shit..." Wolford managed to set the tray down and then close the door of the attic before he looked towards Vic and tried to think of a decent excuse for what he was being glared at over. There was nothing that could ever disguise the situation and Wolford just dropped his ears, his tail tucking right between his legs as he automatically dropped onto his back to expose his belly and show submission. Vic automatically let his hackles lift, his tail fur bristle as he then leapt over and onto Wolford, snarling over him in a primitive display of fury before Wolford just gave a soft whimper of upset and tried to avoid his gaze. He did not need to worry though as his body betrayed him and as Vic snarled over Wolford, he suddenly spotted the swelling in his groin and sat back with a soft swear as Wolford covered his face with a soft sob. "I'm so sorry..."

"Dude... you got a boner from a fox dominating you? Shit... your father would skin you alive if he knew you'd reacted to that, if he even saw that magazine he'd beat you till your fur turned black!" Vic was shocked, quickly stepping away as Wolford sat up, glad his fox friend had kept his voice down and Wolford was rubbing at his shoulder anxiously as he looked towards the magazine. He felt so bad for it, he knew it was a piece of garbage and yet it was his only outlet for his interest... anything else his internet search history was always checked by his dad and really, everything that came into the house his dad sniffed to see what was going on. Wolford and his brothers had been subject to stop and sniffs every day of their lives coming back from high school with none of them able to lie about anything because their dad always knew. It made living here wretched when Wolford had such a dirty sin and Vic just shook his head. "Like... okay, I guessed you were gay, you always had that personality though anyone who didn't know you would take one look and see another tough wolf like your dad and brothers. But to be into foxes and like... submissive to them... how did that even start?"

"I... I... I don't really want to say..." Wolford dropped his head so low and was giving terrible whimpers as Vic's eyes swelled in shock as a new realisation came to him and he practically scoffed in disbelief.

"What... me? What did I do?" Vic was scared, he'd never said or done anything to Wolford that could have been confused that way. Vic was straight, always had been and he'd always looked at Wolford like his little brother, he'd never even been naked around him and he'd been the one real friend that Wolford had trusted with everything and had not laughed about him wanting to be a police officer. But this was startling, and Vic itched at the back of his head in anxiety as he grit his teeth with a sneer. "I mean... what made it happen?"

"I'm not too sure... I think it was when you stood up against the Bearson brothers when they punched me for trying to stop them bullying that lamb and her friends. You weren't afraid to kick them for giving me a bloodied nose and a loose tooth and they weren't expecting it as you rushed at them snarling. Then... later on... I had my first wet dream about it... about you and well, the dreams didn't go away and then every kind of fox I saw on television or in the street, I kept reacting too and had to keep hiding it. Then I got more control but... but the only fox magazines had vixens in and I couldn't deal with them so... so I was out scouting the Shambles as part of my Junior Officers Police Camp and I found the magazine unopened in its wrap sitting in some alley and... and its been the only thing I could find." Wolford stated, utterly embarrassed about himself but knowing that he could not lie to Vic about it and the fox just stared at him almost in pity as Wolford then grabbed the magazine and quickly flicked through to the only page he ever looked at and showed it off to Vic. His friend gave a grimace, but he could see that the image of a Fennec banging a larger Red Fox with the sleeker coat to say it was from the Savannah areas was enough for him to understand. Wolford looked miserable and then closed the magazine up. "It's the only picture I look at... and I wish I was the red in it... I don't know why... but I've tried looking at other gay magazines and there's been no reaction. Not even other wolves and I only get the dreams about foxes... I'm seriously fucked up aren't I?"

"Nah... everyone's got their fetish... to be fair I know plenty of foxes that want to both kill and fuck bunnies, usually the reverse order. Its probably that predatory part of you that actually sees foxes as prey, but then is twisted a little. But dude, I'm no psychologist... I reckon you just need to experience some fox cock and you'll get over it." Vic stated gently, although he snatched the magazine back, ripped out the one picture that Wolford liked and gave it to him before ripping the rest of it to shreds. Vic was glad that his buddy hadn't put any money into the paws of the guys exploiting his kind, but he was swift to make sure that Wolford promised never to purchase that kind of magazine again as Wolford sat on his own bed and gave an anxious grimace before Vic lounged back on his bed and then gave a sudden snort of amusement. "Okay Little Wolf... after the crappy church service on Sunday, I'm taking you to see the gang... one of them is bound to go after you..."

"Uh... if its you making sure I'm safe... then sure Vic." Wolford stated with an anxious expression as he then turned back to the milk and cookies and tried to settle back to something more normal. But he was anxious about what was going to happen in going to see the gang, if only because he had a feeling he could get hurt no matter what he did in meeting these foxes.

The sermon at the church was typical, ending with a Howling that every wolf joined and if they howled and were not involved in the sermon, then the alpha would know and go and deal with them. It was one of the reasons the pack was so closely knit and the way that they all worked in his private security company that he'd been running years to keep the wolves involved in good money and good work, not the chance of falling into crime, making Wolford's wish to be a police officer awkward. But when the howls were over and Vic was trying not to giggle over how the wolves just could not control themselves when it happened, he noticed the way one of the new guys to the pack was looking towards Wolford in fascination. Vic wondered if Wolford had noticed the interest if only because the new guy was already talking with Larry and his eyes kept straying to the younger brother who was being talked over by the pack leader and his father.

"Hey Larry... who's this dude?" Vic strolled over to Larry's side and the grey wolf turned about to look at him in surprise before he then turned to the white wolf standing next to him. Swiftly he introduced the guy as Gary, one of the guy's that was new to the company and the area but had quickly found his place working beside them. Larry though was quick to insist that Vic should probably go off and do his usual fox things, but Vic just remained standing beside Larry and eyeing Gary up and down, his nostrils twitching as he tried to figure the guy's angle. "So... Gary... you hang out with Larry after work or what?"

"What business is it of yours, fox?" Gary glowered down at him, the white wolf with his dark ear rims towering over him but not looking nearly as intimidating as Larry or the other Wolford members with their stern resting faces. However, just before Vic could lay in a simple threat for the fact this guy had clearly been checking out Wolford, the younger wolf finally got a chance to break away from the elders and stepped straight over with a soft snort before Larry suddenly swung an arm over him and rubbed his knuckles across Wolford's head, making his brother drop his ears with a soft grunt.

"Hey Little Wolf... you about to head off back home or do you want to hang with the big boys for once?" Larry grasped Wolford right under his armpit, keeping him in a headlock as he knuckled his forehead and Wolford tried to pull himself free. Seeing them together, it was clear to see that Wolford was still a teenager, only just old enough for college or police academy and yet it did not seem to bother Gary. He suddenly pressed his nose right up to Wolford to sniff at him and Larry gave a chuckle before releasing his brother and giving Wolford a push to do the same. Wolford gave a grimace and then sniffed at Gary, who gave a wag of his tail and yet Wolford's tail did nothing because he knew this was one of his brother's friends and that meant he could probably be bullied by him. "Gary, this is my little brother, Wolford Nathan Wolford, only mum calls him Nate, we call him 'Little Wolf'. Bro, this is Gary, he's a new member of the team with an exceptional nose, better even than dad's, though he's a little too easily triggered to howl... hehe."

"Nice to meet you, Little Wolf... I assume you must be in training then as I haven't..." Gary began with a friendly smile until he noticed the way Larry was giving him an anxious expression not to say anymore. Gary paused, he assumed that Wolford would be in the same thing as Larry and the rest of the family, but clearly that was not the case. When Gary then instead stretched a paw out for Wolford to shake, he did so and then Vic suddenly grasped Wolford's shirt and gave him a tug to follow him off. Gary though seemed eager to talk and was about to say something more when Papa Wolford stepped over to ruffle Wolford's head and give a soft snort.

"Little Wolf... we've got a party tonight at the boss's house, he said you're welcome to come because you're part of the pack, but if you'd rather use it to watch all those cop shows you've got stuck on the television box, I won't stop you." Barrington gave his youngest a quick nose to the side of the head as Wolford turned to him and nodded his head in relief. Vic then made a note that he'd be about all the same to keep him company and then the old wolf stepped over to talk to Gary and Larry as Vic grabbed Wolford by the tail and tugged him away from the group. Wolford turned around to look down at him in thanks, not willing to get involved in more conversations about private security and as they walked off, Vic looked over his shoulder. He noticed the way Gary was still checking Wolford out and he gave a soft sneer... he couldn't explain it, but he didn't like the thought of Wolford being sniffed at by another wolf.

They padded down the main road of the town, ignoring the steady flow of Sunday traffic going from church or on to the golf courses and fancy places the rich tended to hang out on Sunday afternoons. Their steps were steady and light, Wolford had undone the buttons on his neat blue shirt to reveal his t-shirt beneath that showed off the logo from a popular video game. Vic remained looking smart in his black shirt and black jeans, a little red tie on to stand out as they padded into the rundown areas of the street that never seemed cleaned and the road ways were coated in glass and vomit. Here they were careful where they put their feet, passing by the job centres and females' refuges and the sexual health clinic that filled up the bit of social care in this area before moving through the busy crowded poor districts with its stacked high rise flats and stink of urine to a park.

It was not much of a park, but on the other side of the rusty wire fence, the pool where shopping carts were abandoned to drown and where careless paws might step on discarded needles of broken condoms, the pair grasped the only sturdy metal bars that led into the park and playfully launched over them. Then they padded together through the thick bushes where there was the stench of decay and possibly a body or two of some homeless creature left to rot as they reached the old youth centre that had long ago been abandoned to the gangs when the social care budget had not stretched far enough. This was where the fox gang lived and it looked dilapidated and hideous, vines growing into the mortar and ivy gripping hold of the doors to keep it hidden. There was the acrid scent of unpleasant drugs being smoked, a slight stink of hormones that could mean sex and yet the sound of laughter and someone playing arcade games.

"Just still with my Little Wolf... they won't bother you as long as you don't try to make yourself stand out. Besides, they know I've been chilling with your family." Vic snorted, grasping a patch of ivy and lifting it up to show a little hatchway that he stuck his paw into. There was then a slightly thumping sound and an unlocking of the door and Vic pulled his paw back to show a stamp of a yellow smiley face had been printed upon it. When the door opened, a rather bulky looking Tibetan Fox stuck his head around the corner, his slim eyes making his exterior all the more disquieting before he looked form Vic to Wolford and the fox gave a snort. "Little Wolf, this is Lee, this is my buddy Wolford, the kid I live with in summer, he's come to learn about us and our little family any problem with him and it's a problem with me, got it?"

"I get ya... come on in then, 'Little Wolf', Dixon got a good score sold at the clubs so he brought the group pizza today and some other stuff. Everyone's chillin'." Lee growled, his eyes still narrowing although his nose was twitching gently and then he turned about letting the pair step in and Wolford dropped his head in fascination as he padded in right behind the shorter Vic. The three of them stepped inside where a whole gaggle of different foxes were all enjoying pizza and playing on some of the old arcade games as well as a few more modern game consoles. It was surprisingly relaxing and friendly, there were young foxes of all ages and older foxes probably only a little bit older than Vic at the most. It was an interesting place indeed, especially as everyone was just happy and they did not even bat an eyelid at Wolford after Vic introduced him and then padded over to Dixon, the big red fox in charge who had a couple of pretty looking vixens around him. Wolford was left to do what he wanted to do and swiftly he stepped over to the youngest foxes playing on the arcade games.

He had never seen such games before, they must be seriously old but he watched how they played and they were bemused by the fact he did not know how to play it. They beckoned for him to have a go with them, these foxes at least seven years younger than Wolford and eager for him to enjoy the game with them. He was not very good at first, but the youngsters laughed at his antics and Wolford was just happy. They asked him about his life, he told them his name and they giggled over it before asking whether he got annoyed being the youngest at home. They all seemed to be enjoying his company and Vic was watching calmly although the other foxes were still a little cautious of the guy.

It was not until an Arctic fox called Artem came in, that Vic pondered if he might have spotted someone that could help Wolford. Although being homosexual was something that none of the group would dare say or admit to out loud for fear of reprisal and beatings, but it was more a don't see, don't tell kind of thing. Artem was a fox Vic had suspected before and when the white creature spotted the Timber wolf amongst the youngsters, he was quick to eye up Vic and then Dixon in concern. When Dixon just nodded his head to say the wolf was cool, Artem then stepped over to Wolford and watched him play. The youngsters immediately pulled back, telling Artem about Wolford and then insisting that the Arctic fox was the pro at the game and Artem chuckled.

"They like to exaggerate... I've played it longer and I'm older than them, but they'll get better soon enough." Artem grinned in delight, looking up at the wolf and sniffing him just slightly. Wolford's ears suddenly dropped and he suddenly looked embarrassed, the way Artem was looking him up and down and sniffing him was making Wolford's tail want to wiggle and yet he was anxious. If his tail wiggled than he might cause a fuss and he had to be subtle, Vic would make the connection, he just had to make friends. Artem then quickly beckoned Wolford to pull back and watch him have a go at the game. Wolford watched in fascination before giving a sound of delight and then Artem beckoned him to have a go before shaking his head and grabbing Wolford's paws. "Nah... you're doing it wrong... here, let me show you, just let me take control and then you'll pick it up, okay? You've got huge paws there Wolfy."

"Heh... yeah it's a... it's a wolf thing I'm afraid." Wolford stated, trying hard to stop his tail from wiggling, his heart hammering in excitement as the soft, plush furry paws of the fox slipped over his paws and began to move them. He could feel the paws pinching and gripping him tightly, Artem pushing up against him quite close and it was making Wolford's paw pads become sweaty in excitement and anticipation. He was trying to remain calm, trying not to overdo it but Artem just seemed to occasional swish his tail to make sure it flicked over Wolford's leg, stroking him... gauging his interest and Wolford could already feel things stirring that he could not control. "Uh... so... do you always come here to hang out with the gang or..."

"Heh... asking questions huh?" Artem grinned, turning his head up and giving an almost coy little grin with the edge of his tongue poking forward to flash at him. It was too much, too exciting and suddenly his tail was up straight and wagging in excitement, his whole body shifting into something very excited and very obedient. It made the other foxes suddenly stare in confusion, noticing the way Artem was close to the wolf and swiftly he let go of Wolford's paws and then suddenly looked to Wolford's tail with a sudden snarl. "Hey... what's your tail acting like that for? What are you, perving over me or something? Hey Vic... why'd you let some pervy wolf come in here?"

"What? But I'm... I'm not I just... I just..." Wolford began but with all the foxes suddenly looking at him and then to Vic with concern and confusion, Wolford stepped away and was scared. Vic though gave a bark at the others for saying that kind of shit, stepping over and slapping Artem about the back of the head. But Wolford looked so shocked and anxious that Vic rolled his eyes and insisted they'd head home, there was not point them hanging out here if the guys were going to start that kind of bullying just because Wolford was friendly. Wolford felt terrible though as they paced back towards the household, his head down in dismay as he turned to look at Vic in anxiety. "I messed up, didn't I? He was just... just standing so close..."

"Eh don't take it to heart, Artem was testing the water but you reacted too much and he had to react before someone called him out or flirting." Vic stated firmly and Wolford's eyes widened in disbelief at the statement before Vic gave a sudden snort of humour. God, Wolford was so dumb, he did not even know when he was being flirted with let alone the subtle gestures and Vic elbowed him gently. Wolford gave a grunt and then Vic gave a snort as they padded onwards. "The whole way his tail stroked against your leg, it's how you make a pass without the others knowing, your response should have been to tap his foot with one of your own, telling him you were interested. But instead you nearly outed him with that tail wagging."

"Oh jeez... I didn't realise, I don't know anything about how two gay guys are supposed to communicate with one another or anything like that. I'm sorry, I should have realised... I really messed that up!" Wolford grimaced in frustration, feeling utterly awful about it although Vic was soon cackling in amusement for the panic of the young wolf and then he gave a snort.

"I'll message Artem a bit, see if he's interested... then we can see if this is a bad idea or not."

That evening, Wolford was lounging within the shower, thinking about how he'd messed up and trying to figure out exactly why he had not thought to look into making the right kind of gestures before. He grimaced as he shook his fur in the shower, all he could think was how he couldn't search for anything at home because of his dad. But then, Wolford shook the water form his ears, turned off the shower and then stepped to the grating and drain on the tiled floor, stretching forward and then shaking his body roughly as he then straightened up a little fluffy in front of the mirror. Once here he looked down to his sheath, it was about average size for a wolf and when he pulled it back down and showed off his cock to himself in the mirror, it was a long and quite fat cock, something perhaps that another might like. But then he grasped at his sac, he had surprisingly tight balls compared to some wolves, he also have a curiously light patch of fur over his balls and then up around his cheeks and under his tail. Wolford turned about, bending his head between his legs and lifted his tail up over his hips before grasping his cheeks and pulling them apart. He did not know how big most holes were supposed to be, but he knew his was always small and tight as even his own digits going in could be a little too much to handle.

Wolford's ears dropped and he straightened up, shaking his fur again before grasping his boxers from the floor, yanking them on and then padding up to his room. He could still hear Vic smoking outside and talking with the neighbours, friends he had and was well, smoking a joint out there. Wolford gave a groan of frustration as he headed up to slouch on his bed, groaning as he pulled his pillow underneath him, grasping it tightly and giving a soft groan of upset as he then gave a saddened sniff. He wished he'd done better, but he'd also wished that Vic had been the one interested in him, not a different fox. But as he pondered if over, his tail wagging gently, Vic came strolling up the ladder, stinking of whatever drug he'd been smoking before he stepped to the end of Wolford's bed. Wolford turned about to ask if he was alright, when suddenly Vic slouched onto the bed alongside Wolford and then gave a grunt.

"Just promise me you won't speak of this, alright?" Vic grunted and Wolford turned to him with a grunt of confusion before the fox then suddenly grabbed the hem of his pants. As Wolford gave a grunt of concern, the fox pulled the pants down enough to reveal the sheath and then he grasped it and gave it a few rough tugs to make the shaft slide up, pink and perfect as Wolford whimpered. Vic did not look at him, he just grasped the shaft and jerked his hand up and down as roughly as he could, making Wolford's tail lift, his leg lift and he whimpered and whined as he felt his cock swelling and though he would have thought this was good, Vic was being so very rough! Then, when he looked fully exposed, Vic grabbed Wolford's paw and brought it down to his shaft, lifting Wolford's leg up over his hip and Wolford whimpered in shock as Vic gave a growl. "Get me hard, then rub yourself against me to get me off and I'll play with your ass... don't welch on this Wolfy... it's a one-time-only situation, got it?"

"O... okay? Vic..." Wolford was petrified, he had never had any kind of sexual contact with another being before and it was Vic! He should have been happy, he should have been joyful that it was indeed Vic, the fox he was most interested in that was making him so excited, but this was not the way he wanted it to be. He wanted to have his arms hooked about the fox, for them to be kissing and moaning, for them to be passionate and enjoying each other, not... not this.... This felt like Vic just couldn't stand Wolford being miserable, as if he'd been manipulated to be involved in this when it was not the case. If it were not for the fact that Vic was telling him what to do, Wolford might have burst into tears over it all, but he was not going to lose this chance... who knew where it could lead to? "Is... is this right?"

"Yeah... that's good... real good..." Quickly Wolford had brought one big paw down to Vic's sheath, pushing his knuckles against it to gently to reveal the shaft as it strained out from the sheath. Wolford was gentle, it was making Vic's tail wiggle and he gave a curious moan of pleasure, Wolford had lovely warm paws and tenderly he grasped what was showing of Vic's length and rubbed his hand slowly up and down. As he did so, the hot form began to harden and the tip glisten, Wolford's tongue probed out of his mouth and he brought his thumb up to sit against the dewy tip and roll it around gently. He let his thumb slide gently against the slit, making Vic hiss in pleasure and his tail go rigid as his knot strained out past the sheath and Wolford continued to work away gently. But from the smell about Vic, Wolford could tell that the drugs he'd been smoking had probably made this easier and Vic was keeping his eyes tightly shut though he moaned... Vic didn't really want this.... "That's good... think I'm hard enough..."

Wolford nodded his head, grimacing slightly because he liked that Vic was enjoying it and yet, he still wished it was something intimate ad not just jerking off. When he pulled his paw about Vic's form and then pushed it against his own, Vic gave a soft growl that clearly hinted that he didn't like the feel of another's pressed against him, but the heat was enough. As Wolford pulled his ears back, trying not to whimper with anxiety and upset, he pulled his other paw down to hold their forms together, stroking their stiflingly hot forms against each other and feeling Vic's hips move against him to get more friction. Wolford liked the feel of it, he liked the smell of Vic's arousal, the smell of Vic so close to him and he liked the way Vic sounded when he stroked him the right way, but something in it was not as exciting as Wolford wanted and then the little fox swung his paw around to clasp Wolford's buttocks in a tight pinch to make him give a bark. Vic then brought his digits to the hole and immediately he gave a snort and opened an eye to stare at the suddenly panting and anxious looking wolf.

"Shit dude... how tight is your ass? Shit... I know vixens with a wider tailhole than this... no wonder you want a fox... even a coyote dick might rip his apart. God that's nice though... gets wet real quick too... does it hurt much?" Vic growled gently, surprised how oddly pleasant it was to get his digits into Wolford, to hear the little howling, hissing gasp of pleasure as the tail lifted up even more and Vic gave a snort. Wolford couldn't focus on rubbing them both together, his tail was wiggling as it went rigid in the air, his eyes closed but his mouth open as his tongue lolled and he gave soft little gasps and whimpers of delight. He couldn't believe how easily he could feel his body relaxing to let Vic's finger slip in and out, to twist and tug to stretch the hole. There was that familiar burn as his body became excited and he gave another whimper of delight before Vic gave a soft snort as he noticed the way it was just getting easier to stick his digits in and he could feel the passage stretching, pushing out in preparation for something more as Wolford gave a gasp of joy. "You really like this don't you? No way you could be on top with this much sensation? Heh... its even made you start building your knot..."

"Please... please don't tease me anymore... its so nice but... but I need more... please?" Wolford whimpered, he'd given up completely on touching Vic, instead twisting onto his knees and bending forward, looking desperate as he panted and whined for more. Vic just chuckled, he put another finger in, making Wolford whimper some more in pleasure before he suddenly pulled his finger away and then stood up. For a second, his tail up and everything on display including his full erection and his painful knot caused by this arousal, Wolford turned his head back to look at Vic with a pathetic expression of desperation that might have been arousing for anyone else and then there was a flash and Wolford gave a bark of concern.

"There... perfect... I've sent that to Artem, he'll probably message me straightaway to ask when you can hook up. Eh, good thing I've got a girl downstairs waiting... I'll keep it quiet downstairs, later Wolford." With that, denying not only penetration but an orgasm after all that stimulation, Wolford watched the fox leave and he slumped back on the bed. He pulled the cushion back in against him, suddenly giving a gentle sob as he heard the sound of a female voice below asking what Vic was up to. It wasn't fair... Wolford had wanted Vic!