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Adam would be a while, so he had plenty of time.

Max changed into his favorite shorts, torn at the thighs and a size too small. They showed off his thick thighs and juicy ass perfectly, and barely counted as more than underwear. A look crop-top that didn't quite cover his belly but also didn't fully expose it, and the chubby hyena was wearing just enough to have plausible deniability. Although maybe unbuttoning the shorts was a bit much. His black hair was loose and was medium length, just enough to grab onto. His fur was brown, with black spots breaking it up.

He lounged, checking the clock until he heard a knock at the door. He sat on the tan couch facing the TV, his feet resting on the coffee table. To his right was a door leading to the bedroom, and a mirror placed next to it. On the other side was the hallway leading to the front door and closet. Behind had a small barrier leading into the kitchen, the sliding glass door showing the moon rising on the horizon. A quick check through the peephole and he flung it open for the pizzaman standing there. A St Bernard stood with two boxes in his large hands. His barrel chest covered by a black short sleeve shirt that stretched at his biceps. His shorts went to the knee and were properly size, but still struggled to contain his beefy thighs and quite noticeable pouch. The dog looked half a foot taller than Max, his ears and face having dark fur with a white stripe running down his muzzle and continuing over his arms and legs as well. The hyena gave him a warm smile after checking out the hunk standing there.

"Two double topped meatlover pizzas, $24.57" The dog said, his voice deep and a bit gruff.

"Oh, I left my wallet inside, here come in while I grab it." Max replied with a smile after checking his pockets.

Max sauntered in, sure that the man's attention would be on the swinging ass heading through the short hallway and into the living room. He heard the door close as footsteps followed, a good sign. A quick glance in the mirror against the far wall showed the dog licking his lips staring at the ass in front of him. The bait had been taken, time to reel him in.

"My wallet was right here, did I knock it off?" Max mumbled, just loud enough for the man to hear but not so loud that it was obvious.

Bending over, he checked under the table and around. Mumbling under his breath pretending to be frustrated, he reached under the couch to grab his wallet. He pretended to have trouble grabbing it, shaking his body while pretending to reach. He could feel his ass jiggle in his jeans, there was no way the dog was missing this. To his surprise, it lifted and he saw the pizzaman holding one end of the couch. Reaching deeper he pretending to grab the wallet he already had and quickly sat back up, blushing a bit and smiling bashfully.

"Thanks for that, there was no way I'd be able to lift the couch like that by myself." Max said feighning embarrassment.

"No problem, you looked like you needed something, and I enjoy giving people what they want," He said with a smile and a glint in his eye.

"Well I appreciate it.....?"

"Vince."

"Thank you SO much for being patient Vince," He said with a sultry tone. "You deserve something extra nice for all the help."

"I certainly won't say no to that," His grin was becoming less friendly and more lecherous with each word.

Max stepped forward, the pizzas were on the kitchen table and the two of them were only a step apart. Max could see Vince's bulge get even bigger as he looked down at his wallet, pulling out the 30 bucks he had in there.

"Oh I thought I had more. You deserve more than this, maybe I can-" Max was cut off as he looked up and was met with an aggressive kiss.

The wallet was dropped and the money was grabbed and stuffed into a pocket with one hand, the other grabbing Max's head and keeping it close. He gasped in shock, quickly recovering and moaning as he began to kiss the stud with fury. A large tongue invaded his mouth and began dominating his, seeming to fill every nook and cranny. He could barely focus on stroking and sucking the invader with his own when large hands began roaming his body. As Max simply held onto the dog's waist, large hands groped and kneaded his fat ass. Vince had to bend down to kiss him, and with both hands reaching around to squeeze at his cheeks he was practically enveloped by the delivery man.

He could feel a throbbing against his stomach as he pressed closer, Vince's cock growing during the makeout. His own was surely testing the limits of his shorts, but he couldn't dwell on either. Suddenly he was lifted, strong arms pulling him up and causing him to wrap his legs around his paramour's gut. With one hand cupping his ass, the other dug into his mane and firmly pulled him back. He panted, trying to get his breath back as the Vince smirked.

"I knew you were hungry for it. You were the last delivery for me tonight, so you wanna get fucked on the couch or the bed?"

"B-bed, through the door," Max breathed out, still catching his breath.

He didn't have long to do that, before the hand tightly gripping his hair shoved his face into dog's left armpit. Letting go of his hair Vince used his huge bicep to keep him pressed into the musky fabric while reaching to open the bedroom door. He flicked on the light before throwing Max onto the king sized bed, letting them both get a look at how hard the other was. Max was ready to pop open the zipper on his shorts, the fabric straining enough to show his blue panties. All he could do was lie there and watch Vince remove his shirt, showing off the soft white fur covering his belly and the tan fur creeping around from his back. He gazed lustfully at the pillowy chest, thick muscle covered in a soft layer of fat and fur. His eyes trailed down the torso fitting for a powerlifter, and almost popped out of his head when he saw the hose stretching the shorts. He was just starting to recover his reeling mind when Vince grabbed his shirt collar and yanked the thing off of him, surely ripping it in the process. The zipper ripped apart under the power of his hands as he pulled the shorts off and threw them in one smooth motion, leaving Max straining in his panties. His cock was a bit shorter than average, but still pretty girthy, and was pitching a leaking tent.

Max was manhandled yet again as Vince jumped into the bed and laid on his back, dragging Max's head along with him. His face was once again shoved into the furry pits, the thick fur there covered in sweat and smelling strong of Vince's manly scent. Max began licking, laying down on his belly as he obidiently cleaned at the working man's pits. It didn't reek, just smelling strongly of his natural scent. It was rich, like tobacco and oak wood, or something. He didn't know shit except that his face was forced in there, and he was loving it.

His head was yanked out and guided over to suck on his beautiful nips. The size of a quarter with tips like eraserheads, he licked and nipped earning a grunt from Vince. His ass stung and jiggled as Vince gave it a hard smack, then another, before pulling his hand back and shoving two fingers into Max's mouth. They reached his throat immediately but he didn't gag, and made eye contact as he did his best to pleasure the digits shoved past his lips.

"I knew you were a slut," He said, pulling the fingers back. "Do this often?"

Max opened his mouth to answer but only a moan came out, as two fingers roughly shoved themselves into his ass right to the knuckle. He whimpered a bit as they began sawing in and out, only his spit as lube, while Vince reached down and finally began opening his straining shorts. Despite the attention he was getting, Max's focus was on the waistband in front of him as his prize was slowly unwrapped. Without much fanfare his shorts came off and were tossed aside, letting the huge rod slap against his stomach. Max immediately grabbed it with both hands, unable to touch his thumb to his fingers with how thick it was. Both hands on top of each other and there still was room, and that wasn't counting the knot forming at the bottom.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat. Get it nice and wet, cause then its going right in your ass, got it?"

Max was guided in between his legs, and had barely enough time to take a breath before the beast was shoved right to his throat. Both hands were on the back of his head and kept a tight grip, pushing him down. When the head hit resistance, he was roughly pulled back a couple of inches before being shoved down harder. He had about half the shaft in but couldn't get the rest. He scooted forward and adjusted the angle of his neck before his muzzle was touching pubes. His throat bulged with cock as his hair was held just tight enough to cause tension, without hurting. He could barely breathe, his throat blocked and his nose covered, and he was running out of air. Tears trickled down his face, spit ran over his lips, and his underwear got even wetter. He was finally let up just as his vision started going black, Vince letting him get ragged breaths leaving only a few inches in his mouth. He only had a few seconds before he was shoved back down, then yanked back up. Vince thrust into his mouth, and found a rhythm. He would hold him down to the root for a few seconds, then pull back to the tip before shoving him back down.

Max didn't know how long his throat was used like a fleshlight, his head being pressed down by huge paws and being clenched between thick thighs, but it felt like hours. When he was finally thrown back, a quick glance at the bedside clock showed the pizza guy had only been here for about 10 minutes. He gasped for breath as he wiped his dripping maw. Suddenly he was thrown face first into the pillows, his arms being spread wide and face down.

"Don't you move a fuckin' inch, or your ass stays empty," Vince growled in his ear, earning a moan and head nod.

A couple of minutes felt like an eternity before Vince returned and Max felt his hands being tied to the bedposts. With his arms spread he couldn't do anything to stop his ankles from getting the same treatment, lying face down with his ass propped up by a pillow Vince had slipped under him. His vision went dark as a blindfold covered his eyes and a heavy weight pressed him down into the mattress.

"Wasn't hard to find, kinky little shit ain't ya? I'd use that gag, but I want to hear you beg and scream for my cock."

"PLEASE fuck me sir, I need your cock," Max moaned, pressing his ample ass up as much as he was able. His arms were tight enough that he couldn't move more than half an inch, but there was enough slack on his legs to arch his back into the stud grinding down against him.

"Does your boyfriend not dick you down enough? Doesn't give you what you need? Enough that you whore yourself out to anyone willing to show up at your door?" Vince growled, arm wrapped around Max's neck enough to cause pressure but not actually restrict any air. His cock leaked as he hotdogged between the buns below him, Max moaning every time the head pressed against his pucker and threatened to breach him.

"No he doesn't. I have to order food and hope that a real man will show up and take what he wants," Vince's leaking wet cock was pressed firmly against the slutty hole. He applied just enough pressure to spread it slightly, teasing the slut below him.

Vince decided to take what he wanted, and he wanted to pound the hot piece of ass below him. Two fingers was not nearly as thick as he was and Max moaned in pain and pleasure as his hole was stretched. Vince bottomed out in a single thrust, only his knot remaining outside as he growled in pleasure. Max moaned again, his ass was burning and it hurt with how little prep he had, but he took it anyway. The pain was worth the huge weight pressing down into him, drilling him without waiting more than a moment for him to adjust. The fat cock stretching him wide and leaving him feeling full, only to leave him empty a moment later. Long, hard thrusts pounded into him as the friction began to lessen with the amount of pre Vince was leaking. His prostate was going to feel it no matter how he thrust but when Vince changed his angle a bit he could feel the rope digging in as he strained. He was already turned on but now the pillow was well on its way to being soaked with how much his cock was leaking.

One hand gripped his hip tight, the other was still wrapped around his neck. The hard gut pressing into the curve of his back as Vince started making faster and shorter thrusts, no less powerful as before. His fat, swollen nuts slamming into him, the force of the pounding was enough to cause concerns of bruising if Max had been thinking. Between the fat cock fucking him more brutally than he has ever been, the huge arm squeezing tighter around his neck making him feel a bit lightheaded, and the grunts and growls of the beast fucking him as he was tied spread eagle and helpless, Max had absolutely no hope for rational thought. The only thing he could think about was his hole stretching more and more as the extra large bulb at the end of Vince's cock began eeking its way in.

"I'd ask if I could knot you, but since you already came twice just from getting pounded I'm gonna go for a triple," Vince growled. His grip tightened even further, and his thrusts became shorter and harder. Max could only focus on his hole getting spread more and more before finally the thing popped in.

He hadn't really noticed he had cum twice, his cock never stopped leaking and he was in heaven. He felt it the third time. The knot popped in and the thrusts were only an inch or so, centered right on his gspot. And it was growing. Fat fingers were shoved into his mouth muffling him, he was practically screaming with pleasure and he didn't even realize. He had taken buttplugs before, and did enjoy them, but feeling a foot of cock in him with a bowling ball rubbing against his prostate made him see stars. He was drooling and yelling and shaking as his cock drenched the pillow in more cum than the first two loads combined. It must have lasted only about 30 seconds but it felt like hours in just that little moment.

He was just coming down when he heard a grunt and moan above him, before he felt warm jets firing into his belly. He could feel the force and quantity, and if it wasn't for the huge knot jets of cum would certainly be staining the sheets. He relaxed a bit, moaning softly as he felt his ass get filled up with hot cum, the sheer amount being comparable if not more than what he had shot off below him. Vince relaxed as he laid against him, and feeling so drained Max started to doze off, content.