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A NIGHT SHIFT STUFFING

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a

fantasy

by

Gruffy

2019

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Hehhey!

Here's another Gruffy original for you, first released on Patreon for preview by my patrons and then unleashed to the world for everyone to enjoy. That's the best part, of course :) I hope you have a good time reading, and I shall look forward to reading your comments! Remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well. Sharing the stories on your furry social media such as Twitter is also fantastic.

Have a good one!

Cheers!

Includes a collaboration from Brian Silverfang

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"God damn finally..."

The exhausted looking wolf plopped down onto a nearby chair and stared out at the Moon through a narrow window to his right. To his left on the desk, a screen was showing a filled bar with a bold '100%' above it. It was enough to make him pump his arm in victory.

Since the lightning strike fried half the networking equipment 3 days earlier, it had been a mad scramble to replace the faulty equipment everywhere and restore the entire backup library from the tapes. A process that would usually take at least a week was demanded of the wolf to make happen in mere days. None of this of course wouldn't have happened if the executive manager paid any regard to the wolf's numerous urgings to install proper surge protection and an uninterrupted power supply to the rack.

"Unnecessary expenses my tight, gray ass... George grumbled in frustration. Three consecutive 12 hour shifts had left the wolf deeply unamused by the whole debacle.

He made a 180 degree turn, from looking at the window, with a quick glance at the server rack and its blinking lights, before he faced the computer desk properly. George's wrists landed on the impressions they had made on the worn out gel support on the keyboard.

"Okay, baby...talk to server daddy..." the wolf muttered as he began to type in commands to the shell window. He wasn't going to trust the mere declaration that the backup program thought that the server had been successfully reloaded. He had to see it by himself, browsing the file tree to see what was going on in there. "Come oooon..."

His tail flopped from side to side behind him, mostly unconsciously. George felt elated, although still slightly dubious that it really was over now. The underlying exhaustion from working around the clock was the dominant feeling. Once he'd made sure that all of the data structures were as they should be, a massive sense of relief would join it as a close second.

"Oooouuhghhh..." The wolf just groaned, slumping back into his chair victoriously. What was possibly the most stressful period of his career was finally over, and without any major hurdles except maybe his face slamming at the keyboard. He felt like he deserved a pat on the back for that, although the wolf did not expect one from the managers. They'd already tried to blame this on him, the best he could hope was to not get scolded.

George stretched out in his chair and arched his back, the popping of those joints a most satisfying feeling while he did so.

"Hmmmrh..." He rumbled and settled back down, a paw idly scratching his stomach with the other one resting on his lap. For the first time in three days, he could truly relax and unwind. As it happened, sleep wasn't the only thing he had neglected. Now that he relaxed and his mind wasn't racing with urgency, his bodily needs were rearing up. The paw resting on his lap could feel a quickly hardening lump forming, just from the weight and warmth of its presence there.

He sighed and gave himself a squeeze before his mind registered what was happening, and more importantly, remembered where he was. His eyes snapped open and he looked down onto his lap to see a fully formed tent under his paw. His grip hadn't moved either.

"Oh damn..." George breathed, eyeing the situation. The urge to just keep going was nigh overwhelming after being pent up for three days without any chance of relief. There was a constant nervous tinge to his thoughts while he thought about how easy it would be to just whip it out and how good it would feel to let off all that built up steam.

Once more glance to the moon out the window and the physical need won out.

"Fuck it," he said aloud.

George continued to grope himself through his jeans. It was well past office hours. It wouldn't even be the first time he had decided to take things into his own paws while staying at work late. Yes, he knew it was an illicit pleasure, but there was a certain kind of a naughty thrill to the very thought of desecrating the inner sanctum of his office with such a mundane...task. George was fairly sure (and his nose had confirmed it) that someone else had definitely had a similar idea at the men's bathroom, one time or another. Besides, the heavy duty air conditioning meant that the chance of leaving a suspect scent trail in the server room was much smaller.

The wolf's active paw rubbed up and down a few more times. He huffed and growled, and began to unbuckle his jeans. George grabbed his phone with his other paw. He might've been horny, but he wasn't about to be quite so stupid as to use the company hardware or network for his nefarious purposes. That's what phone data was for.

Letting his belt dangle off his hips, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper with increasing haste. The closer he got to feeling his warm paw over his meat, the needier he felt. He was practically panting. His other paw's thumb flicked across his phone screen, navigating to the familiar mobile layout of his favorite porn site. George pulled his boxers down under his balls once his fly was dealt with and groped eagerly at his erection. He put those thumbnails to their appropriate use with his own digit, brushing through the suggestive photos with ridiculous titles. A couple of flicks later he found one that pleased him and opened the video.

"Booyeah," the wolf thought. The picture blew up to show a wolf - not unlike his own in build and fur patterning - on his back on a porno sized bed with his legs held up in the air by a heavily muscled lion. The lion's muzzle was twisted in a grin of lust, and no wonder, since his huge frozen in motion cock was shown spreading the wolf's asshole wide in mid-thrust..

"Okay..." George grumbled to himself.

He set up the phone propped against the monitor stand and hit the screen as soon as it flipped to show the full sized image. The intro music blasted out a bit too loudly to his liking, which resulted in George tapping the sound down a notch.

The wolf sat back, cock in paw now, eyes on the little screen. The video didn't mess around. As soon as the title screen faded out, the wolf and the lion appeared, standing facing each other and only wearing their extra tight gay friendly brand underwear. George grinned with approval at the sight of the two hunks, even when the usual porn background hum filled his ears.

"Why don't you two get to know each other better?"

George almost chuckled at the sound of the disembodied voice. He hadn't seen that old school trope in a porn clip in a while, he thought. At least that simply led to the two studs smirking to the camera before the lion put his paw behind the wolf's neck and pulled his muzzle up to a kiss. George licked his lips and rubbed his fingers along his shaft. The cat was exactly his type, muscled and with that air of leonine confidence that just made him want to drop to his knees and open his maw, or alternatively to simply flag his tail up to the ceiling. The less buff wolf in the video - though not by any means a twink - wagged his own tail which suggested to George that he probably had similar ideas.

The fleshy 'pops' of the two porn stars kissing joined that of the gentle 'slip-slop' of the wolf jerking off his shaft. Just the simple up and down stroke felt like absolute heaven to the high-strung wolf. The lion on the screen wasted no time in asserting who was in charge, grabbing his partner by the flanks and grinding their bodies together while the other played his part and held onto that broad torso.

George let out a half-whine while he watched, his paw stroking along while the other busied itself slapping down to his chest to mimic the nipple pinch his fellow lupine got from the lion. He wished he could moan out like the unnamed wolf one could. The action got heated fast, the lion grabbing at the wolf's bubble butt. The skimpy jockstrap he was wearing complimented the masculine curves very well, almost enough to make George feel momentarily jealous. The wolf moaned audibly into that kiss once the leonine fingers crept into the defenseless valley between those cheeks, and George didn't blame him one bit. His own paw was making the trek down his stomach, passing his cock and cupping his balls along the way - but didn't dally there long. He shivered at the thrilling feeling of his fingers ghosting along his own taint.

He watched that lion's paw manhandle that porno ass with rough gropes and fingers shamelessly digging through the crevice between them and poking at what must be a pretty needily twitching asshole if the wolf's sounds were anything to go by. It was just like George loved it himself, both the rough treatment and the on-screen wolf's reaction to it. And it only got better when the rough lion broke off their sloppy kiss to growl at his partner

"On yer knees pup. Now." the paw that was fondling the wolf's chest was now seemingly pressing down on his shoulder to get the message across. "And you better make it proper wet for what's comin'..."

The lion's words and tone of voice was supremely porny, but it didn't matter to George now, he was far too much into the fantasy. All he heard was the deep, rough voice of a dominant male giving a command and it just made his knees feel weak and cock twitch in submissive pleasure. The wolf on screen was of a similar mind, at least in character, as he sunk down without question and nuzzled that bulge seemingly to rub the lion's scent all over his muzzle as his paws clumsily tugged at the side straps of the larger man's jock.

"Nhhhhhh!"

George didn't have a jock bulge to nuzzle, but he did have his own paw, which had been rolling his nuts about for that extra thrill. Now he plastered that paw to his own face and sniffed in, as deeply and needily as the wolf in the porno. His eyes fell closed momentarily while the wolf enjoyed the private funk he had produced during the day. Combined with a couple of quick strokes, down to his fully swollen knot, it was pretty good. When he opened his eyes, the action in the porn had proceeded to the wolf enthusiastically fellating the lion. George wasn't sure why he thought about that particular term while watching the lupine swallow dick, but the way it was done didn't really look like any blowjob he had ever given or received. The smirking lion had his thumbs hooked into the corners of the wolf's muzzle and was spreading it open while he humped his cock between those digits.

It was rough, sloppy, and looked like the lion was using just the wolf's muzzle like a warm, slippery fucktoy. The show hit just right spot for the horny wolf in his chair. He'd never had that particular thing done to him before, but he'd take both a cock and a thumb in a heartbeat if one was thrust to his face and consequently into his mouth.

"Aw fuck..." George huffed, the mental imagery making his cock leak slimy pre over his paw, further helping things along.

The porn was really getting him going, and it only became dirtier and more arousing. The lion, after a couple of loud cock-slaps over the wolf's muzzle, threw him over to the bed.

"Spread that fat ass for me..." the lion growled.

George wasn't sure if the screen wolf's bubble butt counted exactly as 'fat', but it was a great ass and seeing that pink hole clench at the camera when he hiked his tail up and used his paws to pry his butt cheeks apart, George wasn't going to complain. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle while his eyes feasted on the sight of the hunky lion spanking and groping the wolf porn star's ass.

The seated wolf's tail swatted his ankles. He made a quick detour of his muzzle to slobber on his index finger before he moved his paw under his balls and sought out his slightly sweaty, but sensitive ass crack. Even such a cursory touch felt really good. The wolf jerked his dick a few times, which made his nuts bounce up and down against his opposite wrist. He licked his lips at the sight of the lion diving down to give some tongue love at the porn wolf's sluttily presented hole.

"Uhh..." huffed the tech wolf. He didn't have much in the way of lube besides his spit, but managed to work the tip of his finger in a couple of relatively slick circles around his own sadly lion-tongue-less asshole. The fluttery clenching this play encouraged sent warm, throbbing waves of pleasure into his pelvis. George breathed out. He was feeling really horny now, toying with both his pole and his back door.. His fingerpads rubbing pre-cum over his full knot only added to the fun mix.

He was so much into it that he didn't hear the key turning in the lock into the server room, but he did hear the surprised "Huh!" that came from the door. The frozen wolf's head swiveled towards the door to see the bulky shape of the night guard standing there. The bull - whom George knew was called Jack or Jake, if he remembered right - stared big-eyed into the room.

It took a moment for the towering guard to take in what he was seeing, the wolf frozen with his paw around his cock and the other reaching further down, pants around his ankles... and the scene on the phone of a wolf getting his loudly moaning ass eaten out vigorously by a buff lion.

"Well well..." The bull simply said after a few moments, once his eyes focused back on the wolf's.

George was absolutely horrified, mind caught in a sort of limbo where the fact he just got walked in on didn't fully sink in yet. But there was also something George thought he noticed in the tone of the bull's voice, and that look, something he recognized from a lot of the nights he shared his bed and body with another man, and indeed, from the voice of the lion that was still spouting intelligible dirty talk in the background while feasting on the plump ass. It was a tinge of lustful hunger.

The few brain cells that were still functional at the moment told him he was just hearing things he wanted to, since the bull was an incredibly hunky man, his considerable bulk definitely stretching and filling out that uniform in a very eye-catching manner.. But the dreamboat of a bovine was also just standing there, watching both him and the ongoing porno without any signs of revulsion or shock. There was just the steely gaze of the security officer trained on him.

"Ummh I..." the wolf stammered aimlessly, his brain still frozen from shock. As if on cue, the big bull stepped through the door and closed it behind himself with another click of the lock. He wasted little time in making his way toward the wolf who was still dumbfounded in his chair, paw loosely wrapped around his dick. The bull's advance made George shift in his chair now, feeling more nervous.

"Please, I can explain... I-" the wolf mumbled aimlessly while his mind raced towards the conclusion that the bull had stepped over to him with the purpose of beating him up.

George stood up, quick enough that the chair rattled in collision with the desk, his still hard cock pointing in front of him with his pants around his ankles. The bull was just a step or two away from him.

'Shit, I'm gonna get fired!' the wolf's mind shouted, while the wolf on his phone yelled: 'OOOOH, AAAHH, EAT MY ASS, SIR!"

Once the bull reached him, the big male grabbed the wolf's muzzle in his paw and held his face to his own with that broad snout mere inches away from the wolf's own. Jack's stern stare was locked onto the wolf's eyes - definitely a Jack now, because George did see the nametag on his chest pocket.

'Fuck!' the wolf cried out in his mind, berating himself for being so stupid as to jack it at work like a horny teenager. The bull snorted at him and a renewed gripping warmth appeared around his still hard dick.

'... the fuck?' It took a few moments for the stunned wolf's mind to catch up to what was happening. But once it did, he let out a gasp. Or half of one, at least, since the bull wasted no time in moving in for the kill and thrust his snout forward, locking their lips in a sloppy kiss as he shoved his tongue into the moaning wolf's muzzle roughly.

George tensed up at first and didn't return the kiss for a few moments, but promptly melted into it. His horny mind was quick to surrender again to the pleasure of the renewed stimulation that was now coming from somewhere other than his own paws. The shock and worry from being caught practically evaporated with that kiss. The bull squeezed his cock and the wolf shivered, practically suckling on the broad tongue owning his muzzle with several deep swipes.

It was over far too soon for George, who was left panting for air when the bull withdrew from the aggressive, and incredibly arousing, kiss. Jack was wearing a smug and satisfied grin on his handsome face, licking his lips while he looked at the wolf again, paw still holding his catch's muzzle in place.

"Who'd have thought I'd find this going on when I went to check on if the lights had been left on accidentally..." the bull said in that deep timbre that tickled the wolf's horny mind just right. "Almost too good to be true."

"Uhm..." The wolf stammered, not sure what to say. This hulking hunk of a nightguard just grabbed his cock and shoved his tongue down his muzzle after catching him masturbating on the premises, and he was the one talking about things too good to be true. The bull was barely an acquaintance, but looking at him, George had absolutely no qualms about letting the bigger man own his ass right here and now.

"Wassamatter, cat got your tongue sweetcheeks?" the bull continued, still grinning cheekily. "Didn't do it that hard did I?"

George just stared.

"Gotta say, had my eye on your pert bushy tail ever since I first saw you around" he glanced past the wolf's head to the porno still playing on the phone screen. The lion was already well into powerfucking the wolf's ass, his partner moaning for more with slutty eagerness.

"... and looks like you're just my type, wolf boy. In more ways than one."

The bull's smirk broadened. His thick fingers stroked down to grab George's knot. He didn't squeeze it as much as simply took it into his hand, holding it like he held the wolf's gaze. His thumb rubbed at the corner of the wolf's muzzle. The panting wolf wondered if he was gonna get his mouth finger-fucked, and felt his dick throb at the very thought.

"Uh... "

"Well, I lied a little bit..." the bull said, puffing hot air over the now meek wolf's face, "I did check the work time app to see who was still clocked in and saw your name there...didn't expect to find just this though..."

George wasn't sure if he found that hot, or just stalkery, but if the end result was having the studly bull fondle his dick, it was whatever.

"Umm..."

"Looks like someone's a really pent up pup, too," the bull named Jack leered at him. His eyes looked curiously at the pre-cum that kept bubbling out of the wolf's pink rocket "haven't gotten any 'you' time lately?"

George nodded.

"F-fucking server..." he grunted.

The bull only smiled. His ears flicked occasionally at the sounds of the fleshy flap flap flap buttfucking from the phone.

"Yeah...looks like you're missing something specific to get it working alright," Jack said. He leaned in real close to the wolf's ear and rumbled low. "My cock up your ass..."

The big bull nuzzled the twitching ear briefly before adding, "Would you like that?"

The shiver running through the wolf's body, the small gasp he let out and the eager throb of the cock in his grasp told the bull all he needed to know even without the quiet 'Please...'George half whispered, half whimpered.

"Hmmmrh..." The bull rumbled in approval. The wolf was ready to bend over on command by the looks of it. "Gonna have fun taking you for a ride...think you got the best ass in the office on you, bud..."

George felt a much better of heat flush his face. He caught himself feeling quite happy the towering bovine was pleased with him. The paw holding his muzzle finally released him to go on exploring underneath his now disheveled collared shirt. It spread a warm tingly feeling as it went, over his stomach and up to his chest, copping a feel there with a thumb flicking over one lupine nipple.

"Pretty damn fit for a techie too, aren't you?" Jack continued, thoroughly enjoying the subby wolf's compliance and the persistently lustful expression. "Kinda figured though, with the way you fill out your pants..."

"I... ahh... work out five times a week since high school..." The wolf said, ending his sentence with another gasp and stifled moan as his nipple was pinched and his ear licked sensually by the dommy bull. This close, all he could smell was the bull - not sweaty, or dirty, but just full o au naturel musk that was simply irresistible.

"Shame we don't go to the same gym then." Jack said, grabbing hold of a nicely defined pectoral to fondle it. "Bet you strut your stuff there like you do here... I can just picture you in a pair of tight shorts, workin' on that sweet ass... fishing for looks..."

George gasped again. The bull's dirty monologue and the constant groping had him grow more and more turned on. This turn of events was absurdly sexy to him, such a complete heel turn from all the frustrations of the day and the momentary shock of being walked in on. His maw opened already to say something ,but that only invited the bull's tongue to mess around with his lips again. Jack the guard leaned closer, to try to sandwich the wolf between himself and the desk. The bull kicked the chair aside, which allowed him more freedom, and then surprised the wolf by grabbing him by the hips and lifting him to edge of the table. George almost yipped from the highly dominant gesture. He grabbed onto the guard's hips. What he felt under the white shirt was solid and thick, and made his now sadly untouched cock throb anew.

"Ohh ffuhk..." the wolf moaned.

The bull grumbled, a sound of pleasure, for sure. Jack let his hands slide lower so that he could cup as much of the wolf's ass he could, with the techie now sitting on the desk facing the bull. There was a height difference, even with this elevation, and that only added to George's arousal.

He was huge.

"Soon, wuff." The bull growled lustfully. Using the wolf's ass as a springy handle he could grind their groins together, George's exposed flesh against his still clothed one. But the contact left nothing to the imagination. The bull was fully hard himself now and the wolf shivered from the thought of all that length and girth he felt filling him up with sweet, toe-curling pleasure.

"H... here...?" The wolf stammered, still not quite able to believe the fact he was about to get fucked by the security guard in his workplace. The bull couldn't help but chuckle at the wolf's gawking while he reached between their bodies to undo his belt buckle.

"Think it's pretty clear by now what I want, sweetcheeks."

Click.

And just like that, the black uniform pants dropped down to the floor, leaving the bull in only a pair of obscenely tented boxers.

"Don't worry though, no camera in this room, I should know" Jack winked at his catch of the night and kicked his pants slightly to the side. "Why don't you get this shirt off me to help me relax a little?"

George gulped and looked at the clothed torso in front of him, the fabric taut over it. The activity of removing it would only serve to get the wolf more excited rather than relaxed, but that was the real point. He just nodded and with slightly shaky paws reached forward to fumble with the buttons.

Off came one, then the other. The unbuttoned parts slid loose over the bull's muscles as the wolf went along, revealing he wore nothing underneath the uniform dress shirt. George didn't know why he found it hot, but it excited him. It wasn't quite like going commando, but still sexy. His eyes widened at the sight of the dark tuft of hair between the bull's pectorals.

"W-wow..." George breathed out .

"You like that?" the bull replied. He flexed his arms, which made his newly uncovered pecs bulge out. "You a tit man?"

George swallowed audibly.

"I'm whatever that gets me some of this," he mumbled. The wolf's paws slipped through the open shirt to grab at the bull's chest.

"Heh," leered the bull, "ain't that just the stuff?"

The wolf nodded. He couldn't help himself but leaned over to nuzzle those curls of hair in the hopes of sampling the musky essence of a bull. George wasn't disappointed. There was just something to the heavy and rich scent of a strong male in his prime that was simply intoxicating. There was a slight tang of sweat present underneath, no doubt from the heat outside the air conditioned server room. George had no idea what the weather was like, after 12 hours inside.

The wolf pushed his muzzle forward more and breathed in deep. He wanted to savor as much as he could, grabbing and groping the bulging muscle eagerly as he did so.

"Oh yeah." Jack continued, bringing up a paw to pat the wolf's head as he worshipped the sculpted chest. "That's definitely it."

George couldn't resist for long, dragging his nose over one meaty pectoral and letting his tongue out, sampling that heady musk and swiping over the bull's nipple. The horned male huffed in approval. That was all the encouragement the wolf needed to take that fat nub into his muzzle and suckle eagerly, all the while using his tongue on it.

He couldn't believe his luck. George's eyes fell closed and he let his mind fall into the sexy nirvana the bull's body produced. His muzzle occupied, his paws sought blindly for other things to worship. There was an arm, and an expanse of the bull's abdomen that he found. George pushed his paw into the still closed fold of the shirt and rubbed into the curled fur he imagined led down to the utter heat of the bull's groin. His dick twitched and spurt a glob of pre-cum at the very thought, let alone the feel of the bull's skin. He moaned into his French kiss of the man-tit in his muzzle.

"There you go, boy..." the bull grumbled. His fingers raked through George's head furs and made sure to press his face ever so firmly against that point of contact between them. "Suck that for me..."

'Fuck!'

The bull's tough demeanor was a massive turn-on. The more slutty George beved, the more dominant the bull seemed to become. Or perhaps it was the other way around. The wolf didn't care. Simply doing as he was told was more than satisfying on all levels.

For a good while it was all they did, the wolf lapping and suckling while his paw relished the feel of powerful muscle, and the bull enjoying his position as the object of the subby male's reverent affections. Jack's pectoral was thoroughly matted with saliva by the time he pulled the eager wolf's muzzle off him with a tug on the wolf's neck ruff.

"Much as I enjoy your pretty muzzle here, got a much better place to put it to use," the bull rumbled down at George. He knew how to pick his words, though the wolf. As he glanced down at the impressive meat the guard was packing, boxers having joined his pants on the floor while the wolf was blissfully tending to that pec, he found himself hoping the big man was in the mood for a good hard facefuck.

He wouldn't beg, though. Not unless Jack told him to, and then he promised to be easily convinced.

The mental imagery made the wolf gulp and lick his lips as he stared down at the big bull cock. It was a true monster, oozing pre-cum from the tip, thick from the base and an angry shade of red. It's owner smirked at the sight of the wolf's wide eyed stare with no small measure of pride and satisfaction.

"Come on, sweetcheeks..." Jack continued, placing a firm paw on the wolf's shoulder. "Don't make me wait now..."

The wolf gasped and looked up at the bull's face, a lustful grin plastered all over it.

"S-sorry..." he stammered slightly and looked back down, shuffling off the table to drop to his knees in front of this bovine adonis. That feeling that he belonged there as said knees hit the floor, like it was his proper place, was indescribably dirty and exciting for the horny office wolf. Almost face slapping himself on the bull's dick on the way down made it easier to settle into that mindset.

Viewed from this angle, it looked even bigger. The scent grew stronger by a magnitude. George imagined he was getting physically woozy from it, although he suspected that it was just his mind at work.

"Ohhhh..." he whimpered.

The bull grabbed the base of his long, pointy-ended shaft, fingers rubbing on his folded leather-like sheath, and made his huge low-hanging nuts wobble almost in front of George's nosepad.

"How'bout you start with these, slut?" he hissed.

George didn't have to think twice. The heady must hitting his nose was enough to just lunge forward and bury his face under those balls, right at the source. He breathed in deep and shuddered, the scent satisfying his inner cockslut like few other things could.

After allowing himself a few moments to just take it all in, the wolf tilted his muzzle upwards and pushed his nosepad up the parting of that blessed pouch. His tongue lolled out as he did so, trailing along a bit of the bulls taint and up that plump sack. The bull rumbled in approval and widened his stance a little to make more room for his new servant.

"That's a good pup." Jack encouraged the wolf. It's been a while since he got an eager muzz to give his 'nads a proper tongue bath. Not that George needed any, back in his world of submissive pleasure with the weight of those balls on his muzzle while his tongue swiped around eagerly, savoring the taste of that musk. But just licking wasn't enough.

Soon, the wolf tilted his muzzle up enough to let one fat nut fall into his eagerly waiting muzzle and suckled happily on.

"Hmhmm...that's some talent," the bull huffed. He patted the wolf's head in approval.

George slurped on the bull testicle in his muzzle, with his tongue fluttering around the veiny egg in a particularly private, sweet dance all over the sensitive skin. His maw was as full as his nose, and it was wonderful. His knot felt so swollen at the base of his shaft that the wolf suspected he might have cummed all over himself from the slightest touch. He was too busy feeling up the amazing broad hips to do anything with his own body. It was Jack who deserved all the attention, in the wolf's mind. George was perfectly content in his place at the moment, incredibly horny and set in his singular task.

His face got a covering of bull musk and his own saliva when he let the nut pop out and replaced it with its brother in his maw. Jack grumbled. His fingers twisted their way through the wolf's head furs. It was an almost painful tug but even that felt good. The bull wasn't pushing him away, that was for sure.

"Yeah...keep doing that..."

Inclined as he was to obey like the very good boy he was, George was feeling greedy. He gave the other bull-nut its due tongue bath but pulled back relatively fast. The bull barely had time to look down at what was going on before the wolf already held that fat cock in his paw and aimed it straight at his open muzzle.

The bull admired the view. What a sexy sight it made, the respectably built wolf on his knees with his cock hovering above the waiting muzzle, all gaping maw and a pink tongue at ready. The next moment he was hissing from the sensation of his sensitive flesh being enveloped in that wonderfully wet warmth. George looked straight up with needy eyes into the bulls' own as he took the large man's meat into his mouth

"Ohhhh yeah, baby boy..."

George moaned around the cock entering further into his muzzle mostly thanks to his own thirsty effort. The girth tested his abilities, but it was nothing his maw couldn't accommodate, especially when he was this horny. The feel of the tangy flesh sliding against his lips and the salty taste of the leaky tip grazing against his tongue as it went further inside was pure ecstasy for the sex-starved wolf.

"Hmmhpm..." the bull huffed, before he mooed, somewhat muffled. Maybe he'd realized jut where they were and caught himself,

He got to about three quarters of the hefty tool before he had to stop to let himself get used to its presence in his still gently suckling muzzle. Jack huffed in approval.

"Hmmmh... not bad for starters," the bull stated.

George's slightly watery eyes snapped open at the sound of that. He looked upwards, which was an awkward thing to do since he was unable to move his head anymore. Way too much bull shaft filled his muzzle for him to tilt his head up without scraping that dong with his teeth. The bull smiled almost viciously at the sight of the wolf who was struggling with the amount of cock in his mouth.

"Most guys your size bottom out at seven or eight inches...you got..." the bull mused, and then to the wolf's surprise, pushed his hand down so that his thumb pressed against his groin while his index finger poked his nosepad. That made poor George snort and gag when his throat constricted around the dick trying to push its way into his gullet. He made a gargling, disgusting sound and felt the hot spittle rise up and flood the bottom of his maw. The still smirking bull lifted his huge hand and showed the wolf the distance between his fingertips.

"...well what do you know, lil' guy...nine inches...means almost four more to go...but who counts all those quarter inches really?"

George's eyes got even bigger, if possible. He panted through his nose, which only served to send more bull musk into his nosepad. He began to whimper. But still he didn't make any attempts to pull back. He craved more of that fat cock, and the perverse side of him yearned to feel that crotch fuzz pressed right up to his nose, to feel that meat pulse in his throat and pump virile seed straight down his gullet.

Jack sure seemed pleased with the wolf's silent compliance, rumbling lustfully and using the hand on George's head to pull it further onto his shaft. The wolf clenched his eyes shut, focusing all his willpower onto suppressing his gag reflex as he was further impaled. He was so focused on it, in fact, that the bump of musky fuzz onto his nose came as a surprise. He breathed in deep through his nose, the only way he could, and tried to stay still. The sensation of having all those warm, throbbing inches buried in his muzzle and down his throat was hard to describe, but oh so gratifying in that deplorable moment.

The bull huffed and let out an impressed whistle above that made his ears fall even flatter against his head. George didn't get that dose of spunk before the bull pulled back to let him relax, but the warm glob of pre that oozed down his throat was a close second in satisfaction. Jack withdrew further until his tip was resting comfortably on the tongue of the wolf's now open and deeply gasping muzzle.

"Damn, man... you've got some talent," he sounded genuinely impressed, and as he ruffled the wolf's headfurs gently, George couldn't help the heat welling up in his ears. "Had only one guy your size take me all the way in before...and the bigger ones don't always manage it either..."

It took the wolf several more moments to catch his breath sufficiently to respond. He pulled his head back to speak, dragging his tongue up the underside of the bull's oozing cock as he went.

"Th-thanks..." He gulped down the salty fluid he just collected. "Don't think I could do it again, though..."

"Don't worry, sweetcheeks. Practice makes perfect." He winked down at the wolf and smacked the other man's cheek playfully with his shaft after taking hold of it with his spare hand.

"Besides... you got me even more curious now 'bout what you can do with that grade A ass back there..." Jack added, looking past the wolf's shoulders to those shapely twin mounds that had teased him almost every day.

George swallowed through his slightly raspy throat. He could only imagine the damage that schlong could be doing to his butt - and it aroused him terribly. The bull's size was within his theoretical limits, or so he thought at least. The length was intimidating enough, let alone the girth which reminded the wolf of a horse he had gotten frisky with, but that had been a while ago. He had definitely felt it later.

"Uh...it's all yours?" he managed to say.

The bull smirked.

"Stand up, pup," he said.

George stood on jittery footpaws, hard cock jutting out of his groin painfully. The bull surprised him further by getting down to his own knees in front of the wolf. George looked down to him with some puzzlement, which was returned by Jack with a mischievous look.

"Grab onto my horns, and don't let go, pussyboy," the bull said.

"W-wha - " gasped the wolf, who as mostly reeling from the fact how slutty the bull's latest moniker made him feel.

"Don't deny the one with the big dick, boy," the bull grunted.

George definitely wasn't going to. The panting wolf took hold of the bull's horns - which were equally impressive in size to his other appendages, for sure.

"O-okay..."

The big bovine went into action. He put his hands around George's thighs and lifted the wolf right off the floor. George gasped in surprise at the show of dominant strength. The bull had no trouble carrying the wolf's weight on him.

"Whoah..."

His hips twinged from discomfort when Jack spread his legs apart - but this was only so that the bull could throw them over his shoulders. George found himself pinned to the wall, with knees to his chest, and a hot bull breath puffing directly onto the base of his bristling tail.

"F-fuhk..."

And then came the warm wriggle of the bull's broad tongue over his little hole and the wolf melted, almost losing the grip on those horns when it all hit him.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhk..." George drawled, with his legs spread apart and hole ravaged mercilessly by the big male. Jack wasted no time on pleasantries and dove right at the puckered opening, intent on tongueing it into utter submission.

"Oh goooods..." The wolf moaned sluttily as his hole was eaten out, not even thinking anymore that someone might pass by the door and hear him cry out for more. The bull's tongue flicked hotly around his entrance, darting against the spasming opening before really pressing down onto it and threatening to penetrate the squirming wolf. Jack was as horny as the wolf was, wanting to make the smaller man moan out his name to the heavens in ecstasy. He also simply wanted to eat some boy pussy.

And a quality offering it was, the cheeks supple and firm under his paws as he gave them both a proper smack and a grope while he slobbered at the opening that would very soon be stretched out around his pulsing manhood.

"Aaaaah!" The wolf yowled and gasped, legs squirming against the bull's head as that tongue finally decided to go in for the kill and shove itself past the clenching hole into the warm depths beyond.

'There it is.' Jack thought to himself, the wolf's cries of submissive pleasure music to his ears. In and out he thrust his tongue, fucking into that hole and making it drip with his saliva. There was something so intensely arousing to how the wolf squirmed on top of him out of uncontainable pleasure like a bitch in heat. The ring of muscle tried to clench itself in vain around the tongue that kept rolling around its delicate inner skin, before poking deeper. The bull was impressed by the strength shown there, although he had no trouble doing exactly what he wanted with that wolf's asshole. Right now giving it a good tonguing was enough, but his straining cock told him that his mind would change very soon.

"Jeesshuuusus", the wolf groaned. His whole body was coiled and brimming with sexual energy. The physical position he was in was odd but the benefits were evident, the way his cock drooled pre-cum all over his stomach and his chest. He was incredibly horny, his insides on fire with lust already. The bull played with him exactly however he wanted to and that was a wonderful turn-on for George. Jack behaved like he owned the ass he was eating out, entitled to do anything he wanted to the wolf. Just thinking about it made him feel sluttier. Even hanging on for the ride onto the bull's horns as he was was a turn on in its own way.

Jack knew what he was doing, too. Every second, every motion of that tongue upon his sensitive flesh made pleasure surge through the wolf's body, as well as growing that itch that could only be scratched by a deep, hard dicking. George's puckered ring was trembling to be spread open and filled, practically singing for a breeding. He was well and truly ready to be taken, reduced to a barely coherent and needy mess of a bottom wolf. But still the bull went on, drilling that tongue back and forth. He wasn't quite done yet with making the studly slutty canine writhe in pleasure. The sense of power and domination the whole situation gave him was intoxicating. He definitely liked making the wolf know who was the boss.

"P... phuleeEEEease..." George whimpered, voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust of that tongue up his spasming chute. He might've imagined that it poked at his prostate, but only just.

The bull's ears flicked at the sound he'd been waiting for, but he still teased the poor addled wolf.

"Hmmmh?" He mumbled into George's spit-soaked crack, idly licking around the rim of that soon to be not so little hole.

"You... inside... take me... please... now..." The wolf panted out, and it made the bull's cock throb with arousal at the sound of complete surrender to pure need.

The bull slurped at the wolf's hole before he manhandled the tech a little so that he could actually look at George, rather than just stare at his ass. The wolf's eyes were practically bloodshot with lust, staring down at the bull madly.

"What's that, boy?" Jack mused.

"F-fuck me!" the wolf groaned. "K-knock me up!"

"That's the spirit," the bull sounded impressed by the profanity coming out of the wolf's muzzle. "I guess you've earned it by now..."

George whimpered and whined. The bull's smirk didn't disappear.

"Okay...whoopsiedaisie!"

The bull lifted the wolf up along the wall. George pushed his calves against Jack's shoulders for safety when he felt the sudden motion. That didn't last long, because the bull grabbed his ankles next.

"Since we're already set up so nicely..." said Jack, moving the wolf's legs around his waist, "let's hope you fuck as well as you suck..."

The wolf's tail swatted against the wall. He was still suspended mid-air, but this time he felt the bull's humongous cock poke at his crack. The bull had him perfectly positioned, and both of them knew it. George moaned at the sensation. That throbbing spear was toying with him, and smeared pre-cum all over his asshole and taint. The bull wasn't trying to penetrate him yet. He was just playing, having his own kind of evil fun.

"Uuuuuhh...."

"You better hold on."

Jack pushed his hands around the wolf's hips so that he had them right under him. This meant he could use his own fingers to guide his tip to the eagerly waiting hole. Even the concentrated look on the bull's face was kinda sexy in its own right, the wolf thought. He'd found his mark already, that much was sure to the wolf pinned to the wall. The tip of the bull's cock was right where he wanted it to be. Was the still teasing? Or maybe just savoring the fact that he was finally getting to sample some of the rump he'd had in sight for a while.

He didn't quite have the time to open his mouth to beg for it outright. The bull began to lower the wolf down onto his cock, using his hands and the very gravity to assist him in the task. For George, it felt like being sat on a traffic cone. The tip was only about the size of his thumb, which meant the bull got into the wolf's ass without any trouble. But after a couple of inches his girth was really starting to spread the impaled lupine out.

"Oh - " the wolf sounded appropriately stabbed in his exclamation. It felt like that thick cock was pushing the air out of his lungs as it went. But all the discomfort of the initial penetration was greatly overshadowed by the intense feeling of gratification the wolf got from the warm, rigid manhood sliding against the quivering ring of his hole and further spreading his tunnel which coiled around it like a tight glove. That needful itch was being scratched good alright, and the growing feeling of fullness and dull pressure just felt good.

Some might find it strange that a man with the wolf's build and stature could get off on getting cock up his ass like it were his principal sex organ, but George couldn't be happier right now. His upper body arched with mixed pleasure and discomfort, the bull was indeed packing a magnum-sized tool,, and his heels scraped against the small of the bull's back and buttocks, wrapped around Jack's waist. He wanted that extra contact, besides the balance it provided for their rut.

"Atta boy..." The bull cooed to his partner in crime. "Not all the way in yet..."

He huffed and squeezed at the wolf, fighting against the instinct to just shove the techie down fully onto his cock. That ass was already driving him wild and he wasn't even hilted yet. He nuzzled against George's muzzle and chewed playfully on his ear as he felt the wolf's body squirm on him again. That made his cock squirt pre-cum deep inside the wolf, his shaft flexing powerfully.

"Bet it's like heaven for you, pup..." The bull teased into the wolf's ear. George's satisfied expression, tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle, told him that the statement was true enough. The wolf looked like someone who had just invented sex. He made an incoherent sound upon the bull's teasing. That just made the guard snort. The hot air tousled the wolf's face.

"Got a little size queen here, I see," he huffed, "bet it's not even the biggest you've ever had...just can't help going for those big 'uns..."

The sweaty wolf panted and whimpered. The bull had used the distraction of the verbal abuse to slip another inch into the wolf. George's asshole was wrapped snugly around the ever thickening bovine shaft, and he was approaching the endgame there. The base of that monster probably rivaled the wolf's own wrist in girth.

"Hhmmmmhhm..."

"Hush..." the bull licked at the wolf's ear while adjusting their position so that George was even more firmly pinned to the wall, "gonna fill your lil' pussy good...you like that don'tcha..."

"Yeeehh...."

"I'll take that as a solid yes, pup," the bull snickered. With another hot huff of breath, he planted the wolf's ass down onto his groin and just sat him there, letting both of them get used to him bottoming out in the poor wolf. No matter how good it might have felt, it was still a lot to take in and George needed a bit, to wait until the discomfort of the initial slide-in ebbed away.

It had been a while after all. And the bull had some serious reach.

Thankfully, Jack was mindful of his needs. The bull was more than aware of how to wield a weapon of his size. He nuzzled and kissed at the wolf's cheek and the crook of his neck to provide a distraction while keeping himself perfectly still, albeit throbbing, embedded fully in the conquered tunnel. The wolf thought he could occasionally feel the incredibly dirty and exciting sensation of a glob of pre oozing into him and always moaned a little from it. It would make the coming ride smoother, for sure.

It was a great feeling for the stressed out wolf, being filled and held like that after his relative dry spell. Jack's body felt solid and firm, bulging muscles tense with the exertion of holding the wolf up against the wall. He was a joy to feel against his own skin and fur as he sat there, impaled on his impressive manhood with a string of precum rolling down his own erect shaft.

They stood like that for quite a while, Jack letting George get settled. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it was the wolf who was first to start moving. He attempted to roll his hips, to see what his ass was able to feel besides the full caused by sitting on a fat bull-dick. The position and the bull's sheer size meant that George was left squirming meekly in the bull's hold, moaning when his asshole tried to clamp on the thick shaft. It made the bull chuckle.

"Lookit you, bottom boy..." Jack teased. He looked at the wolf with a lusty expression all over his face. The wolf's eyes were fixed on the ceiling and his tongue lolled out of his muzzle. It looked like he was in a sexual daze, hanging onto the bull's body and planted firmly on his pleasure tool.

"And fully hard too..." the bull continued, with a glance at the wolf's knotty rocket, "Good. I like that in a bottom...makes me feel like I'm doing a good job..."

Jack flexed his fingers against the wolf's spread butt and smirked.

"You keep holding on...I'll do the work for now, sweetcheeks..."

It dawned on the wolf that he was about to get royally fucked. Everything so far was but a set up leading to the real main course.

The bull adjusted his grip on the wolf's hips, before he moved his own loins. Several inches of his cock shifted, and that made the wolf's insides squirm instantly. The bull smiled satisfiedly at the sensation, and the sound the wolf's throat expelled. The push back in brought a similar response.

"Hush...all in good time," said Jack.

He leaned forward a little and licked on the wolf's sweaty forehead, even while administered a few more easy back and forth thrusts that made the wolf's toes curl against the bull's back. It was another thing that drove the reality home to both of them, that the wolf's weight was entirely for the bull to carry for now. But the reward, besides plundering the fantastic ass, was being able to feel quite clearly every little bit of tension and pleasured squirming his thrusts forced from the canine.

The curling of his toes, the dragging off his heels over the small of his back, the friction of their chests and bellies and the desperate gripping of the wolf's paws for any kind of purchase as he basically got the air fucked out of his lungs in breathy gasps was almost as good as the gripping warmth of that rear tunnel to the dommy bull.

Jack could feel the wolf's rock hard shaft pulsing, pinned in between their belly furs, with every deep stroke of that hefty cock. The bull had fucked the spunk out of eager bottoms before, but this one was really getting off on it. It teased out his aggressive side a little, leaning into the crook of George's neck and biting gently as he ramped up the pace.

The wolf was a moaning, panting mess, too delirious with the intense pleasure wracking his body to do anything but voice out his bliss with a continuous stream of huffs and moans. The dam finally broke after days of stress and pent-up frustrations and that thick bull cock plowing through his ass felt like the best he ever had up his rump. His prostate practically sang with joy every time the bull ground against it and his tunnel clenched around that piece of meat, hungry for more.

Best of all, the bull was more than strong enough to hold him up while he pounded the living daylights out of the techie. All George could do was hang on for the ride and enjoy himself. This alone was a huge turn on for the wolf, who still craved for more cock even with the bull's sheath repeatedly pounding against the soon to be very shore lips of his stretched asshole. Still he imagined the bull being bigger, stretching him up even more with every thrust that bottomed out in his slurping, hungry ass.

He was being slammed against the wall, appropriately enough, which was enough to make his breathing shallow and quick. His legs felt like jelly, even if he was still trying to hold onto the bull's narrow waist with them. George's tail swished against the wall like a duster - one part of him that wasn't as exhausted as the rest.

The bull did notice his partner's waning strength, however, and sprung to other kind of action.

"Right-o..."

The dazed wolf didn't really have any idea what was going on, until he was unseated from the wall - although not from the dick that remained almost sheath deep in his butt. It gave him an extra sweet twinge of pleasure when his sitting bones landed on the edge of his very own desk.

"Just don't spunk on your screens or something, computer-wuff..." the bull grinned down to the wide-eyed wolf.

At least having something under him allowed George to release his clutch on the bull's horns. Jack was quick to help him out by lowering the upper end of the wolf down so that his weight was on the desk. George's legs remained around the bull's hips, which still gave him the perfect freedom to do whatever he desired with the lupine's exposed hindquarters.

"...'cos you're gonna have it fucked out of you, boy..." the bull grinned. George's head was raised slightly as he laid on his back, to better look at the bull and the junction point where that thick length was entering his body. The wolf looked like he was about to muster a verbal response after his cock jumped and his hole clenched from the big bull's rude words but Jack already started fucking him again, feeling quite impatient in his arousal by now.

The hunk of beef got to watch as his partner's features contorted in renewed pleasure once again. With every shove of that big cock up his once tight hole, George's eyes rolled further up and more of his tongue lolled out, face awash in pure anal bliss. The cock-hungry wolf lasted all 5 thrusts before his head plopped back onto the table with his arms outstretched limply on either side of his body. He might as well just take it and see how it played out.

"That's what I'm talkin' bout..." Jack conceded.

It truly was a rare treat for the bull to catch himself a man with such a respectable physique who was also this eager to get fucked, and not just that but fucked senseless. Coupled with those pecs bouncing up slightly with each deep, heavy thrust into that warm, gripping ass, the wolf made quite the memorable sight squirming on the bull's cock while he got fucked on his very own work desk.

The naughty environment only made it more fun. The bull's face was scrunched up in concentration as he began to piledrive into the wolf's slutty ass in this new position.

"Hueh...bet you...ah..." he panted, "wished this was your...fucking...job..."

The wolf moaned at the dirty talk. He was trying his best to squeeze down on the bull's shaft every time it was sliding back and forth inside him, but his trained strength in that particular body part was starting to wear down. It was still a great, sloppy buttfuck for the bull whose whose nuts kept slapping onto the wolf's taint with every thrust. He only barely avoided getting them smacked on the edge of the desk, thanks to the cushion of the wolf's rump giving him that essential protection.

"Yeah!" George ruffed out. "Cock f-for living..."

He didn't think it sounded silly, not in the heat of the moment at least. The bull looked like he approved of this. He puffed and mooed, and made sure to deliver a series of sharp, thrusts. They poked deep into the wolf's guts and made him give out a strangled yelp when each of them got him good.

"Wolfy likes getting nailed..." Jack stated.

The ass-stretching jabs of the bull's shaft right up into the wolf's core had his eyes rolling back in his skull. The table creaked a little under the weight of George's body being rocked back and forth. George noticed that his side-lolled head pose allowed him to look at the screen of his phone, still propped onto the monitor stand. He could see the frozen image of the two hunks from the porn clip, with the REPLAY icon covering an annoying amount of their sexy bodies. It almost made him chuff with amusement. It was that same stupid video that had gotten him into trouble - or so he had thought for about fifteen seconds till he had ended up where he was now.

"...giving up his ass to the guard so he won't...ffuhk..." the bull groaned, as he hilted himself in the wolf and held him there, feeling the wolf's guts suckle on his meat, "...tell the management..."

The bull's little foray into dirty roleplay surprised George, but in a good way. He would have been right at home in that video. So did the wolf.

George was moaning non-stop, body writhing in pleasure while the bull looked on from above at how good he made him feel with his hefty manhood. Jack had found the perfect angle of attack, the one that made the wolf squirm and clamp down around him the most, and just pounded into his sweet spot mercilessly.

"Ow-oooh-oooh...!"

The constantly leaking tip of the large male's cock was practically grinding George's poor prostate into mush... or at least that's how it felt to the office wolf with how constant the stream of hot pleasure was. Getting fucked out of his mind like this was just what the doctor ordered for in terms of relief from the stress of the week. The wolf couldn't help but wonder how good the inevitable explosion of liquid heat inside of him would feel when the brutish bull claimed him fully for the night. The wolf wasn't always lucky enough to find a partner who managed to give him such a fulfillingexperience but he had no doubt that the security guard would rise to the occasion. With a cock that made the wolf feel like he was being fucked with a fire hose nozzle, he expected nothing less.

It was very gratifying in the heat of the moment, being fucked so thoroughly that it felt like the air was being pushed out his lungs with every angry stroke. At least metaphorically it was doing that, gasping and moaning in desperate pleasure. George felt like the slightest of touch upon his manhood would set him off. The wolf's paw absently started moving towards his own pulsing cock but was quickly batted away by the domineering bull.

"Nu-uh bitch boy, no touching." Jack rumbled deep and throaty. "You're getting it fucked out of you or nothing..."

George could just whimper and grow crimson under his fur from hearing such words. As the big bull hammered away at his ass, George didn't doubt that the ultimate act of submission would be forced out of him. It only made him more greedy for it, rolling his hips against the bull's own as Jack's groin met the wolf's springy cheeks with a lewd smack, to really get that thick cock grinding against his battered prostate. That burning pleasure spreading through his groin was indescribably good.

"Damn, you're really hungry for it... ain't ya..." Jack was panting now too, the exertion of their rough coupling starting to show. He was getting close himself and even though he wanted to draw it out he knew he couldn't possibly last much longer. But he had to make good on his earlier claims first and pound the orgasm out of the slutty techie who didn't much look like one with his clothes off.

Those strong bull hands slammed down on the wolf's toned chest and grabbed pawfuls of supple pectoral muscle, squeezing and kneading sensually, the way he knew to feel good.

The effect was almost immediate, with the wolf moaning and that hot tunnel clamping down onto his thrusting pole even more erratically.

"Thaaat's it, baby... jus' let it go..." Jack drawled.

The bull pinched a nipple and slammed his cock all the way home. And that really was it.

The wolf threw his head back and howled in sweet release as his world exploded into white hot pleasure, his wildly jerking shaft splattering his pent-up load all over his chest and stomach. He didn't spooge onto his computer screens but did almost knock his head on one of them. Plastic creaked.

The bull held tightly onto the wolf's sweaty, flexing body. The computer nerd's insides worked him like a vacuum cleaner, hoovering away at the thick shaft lodged all the way up his tenderized rump. All Jack did was wriggle his hips a little so that his cock churned against the stretched out walls of George's tunnel. The hot pressure of his enormous nuts on the wolf's taint made the lupine moan out, the sensation distinct despite everything else going on in his body.

The look on the bull's face was as telling as the feeling of his pole stiffening once more. The thick shaft, pressing onto the wolf's overworked prostate, seemed to swell a moment before his seed began to pour into the wolf's guts. It was rare to be so acutely aware of that happening, but the sheer volume of what the bull produced meant that the hot spurts were easy to discern for the wolf, in the throes of his pleasure. Hot pressure grew inside him, which only created more lolly-tongued moans and yips from the over-sexed nerd.

His tail kept wagging erratically against the table, up until the bull's almost wheezing sounds of pleasure finally subsided. Jack hadn't made a move to remove his dick from the wolf's rear, but instead kept himself nice and still, buried almost to the hilt. The wolf's tired insides were still giving him an occasional squeeze, and he was not about to miss out on these final hurrahs from the wolf's worn out body.

It did take a while for George to get his bearings again. The craziness of what he had just done only barely registered for him when his heart rate started to come down. He was suddenly shy to look at the bull, who remained stoic and steady, despite the circumstances. The bull was looking down at the messy wolf, with a mild grin over his broad lips. He appeared utterly satisfied with his work...whether handiwork or cockwork, whatever he preferred.

"Looks like I've definitely found a security problem here, dude," the bull said.

George blinked dully. He had no idea what the bull was talking about. His body was starting to feel a bit achy and sticky, now that the warm buzz had subsided a little.

"Uh...huh?" the wolf muttered.

The security bull flicked an ear at the wolf. He removed his hand from the wolf's chest and lifted it up to his scrutiny. George's ears drooped. He could see shiny globs stuck on the bull's wrist. Nostrils flared with the sniff the bull took to sample the scent of the spunk that the wolf had had fucked out of him.

"Oh yeah," the bull said seriously. "Looks like anyone can break into the data system..."

George huffed.

"Um...sorry?" the wolf said.

The bull dropped his hand and rubbed the associated spunk onto a relatively clean spot at the wolf's belly. George glanced weakly at this indignant act. He saw no option but to resign to this fate.

"I'm sure you'll find ways to apologize..." the bull smiled. His big tongue stroked over his top lip. "More than once."

"M-more?" George moaned.

"I prefer to do my fucking in bed, you know," the bull winked. "Though this was definitely fun..."

George swallowed. He would probably not be walking right for the next month or so.

At least he hoped so. He could use the extended stress relief.

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