Mark 3
_NB: This is chapter three of Riff's story "Mark". I've been a big fan of the series, and got to talking to Riff about it. After bouncing ideas back and forth, he asked if I'd like to try my paw at writing the next part or two. Of course, I jumped at the chance! The story in this chapter is by both Riff and me, and the writing is by me.
This is my first attempt at writing furry erotica, and so I'd really appreciate feedback, both positive and constructive!_
Chapter 3
Safe and Sound
The day was perfect as the three canines started up the path by Sam's cabin. At first Mark's ears flicked at the slightest sound, as he worried that someone would see him walking about with nothing but humiliating bondage gear that served more to put him on display than to cover him. But after the first couple of hours of seeing no sign of anyone else along the trail he started to relax. It'd been far too long since he'd last been out in nature and he found himself enjoying it. The sky was blue and cloudless, the weather was just a little warm, but the breeze cooled the air now and then. The wolf allowed himself a brief, happy shiver as the wind gently ruffled fur in places that were normally hidden under layers of clothes. The sensation was ticklish and invigorating.
Over the next quarter hour of walking, Mark gradually felt a mounting pressure in his abdomen, and realised that he had neglected to visit the bathroom before they set out on this picnic. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't relieved himself since before breakfast, and then he'd been made to drink an entire bowl of coffee. He picked up the pace, trying to ward off the need for relief by keeping moving. Perhaps there would be an outhouse by this hot spring.
For about a quarter of an hour, Sam and Alex led the way companionably and at a relaxed pace, also apparently determined to enjoy a day outdoors. Well, not exactly "companionably" - we have two companions and one pet, Mark corrected himself with some embarrassment. That got him wondering even more. Now that I think of it, those two don't really seem like friends. They act awfully... well, familiar for that...
"Here we are!" called out Sam, cutting short Mark's musings. They had crossed the next rise, which opened onto a large clearing. A thick belt of rock had been thrust out of the earth here, buckled and craggy, but reaching up to three or four times Mark's height in places. As they circled to the right around the structure, a large alcove came into view, the base of which formed a rough, stony basin, filled with clear water and decorated on top with thin tendrils of steam.
Mark looked longingly at the water, and briefly flirted with the idea of charging forward and plunging in. He so badly wanted to feel clean again. He inhaled and let out a deep sigh, ruefully noting that the thick, heady scents of canine piss and cum still followed him like a cloud, which made him doubly grateful they had not encountered a soul yet on this hike. Would the dogs let him bathe at last?
However, Alex had noticed Mark shifting his weight hurriedly from paw to paw, and grinned knowingly as he called out, "Aw, does puppy need to go pee?" Mark's ear tips flushed at those words, spoken so brazenly and in the open. He whirled about to glare at Alex and plead with him to keep his voice down, but the muzzle kept his outburst to a muffled grunt.
Alex's grin widened at Mark's predicament. "Well, if puppy needs to do his business, then come on." And with that, Alex clipped a six foot leather leash to the wolf's collar, and marched him toward the tree line. Mark was surprised, but the first tug on his collar was enough to convince him to follow. He was not afraid of Alex, per se, as the husky was hardly the stern disciplinarian that Sam had proved to be, but Mark still felt cowed by his recent spanking and was nervous about pushing his luck farther.
Alex led him a little way out of the clearing and behind an oak tree with a trunk thick enough to hide him from Sam's view. Alex kept hold of his end of the leash, and sat back on a nearby log to regard the wolf. A few seconds passed uncertainly for Mark as he looked about for an outhouse or something.
Alex gently jerked the leash and prompted, "Go on, pup, do your business."
Mark's ears flicked backward and his jaw would have dropped if it had the freedom. The husky couldn't be serious. Alex laughed at the wolf's expression and went on reasonably, "Come now, we can't have you joining us in the pool with a full bladder. It's hot water, remember, and you'll only get more desperate. Besides, the only bathroom around here is back at the cabin, and so you've only yourself to blame for not thinking to do it before you left. Now come on and squat like a good bitch."
Alex's eyes narrowed uncharacteristically firmly as he added, "We're not moving from this spot until you do, pup."
He was absolutely right that he should take care of this business now. Mark wished he didn't have to do it in front of Alex, but the husky was sitting there, watching him, obviously determined not to go anywhere. Mark's tail wilted as he realised he would have to go through with it. And while he was at it, he might as well try and make things simpler on himself by following Alex's instructions to the letter. After all, he might avoid another spanking. His ears flushed, however, as he admitted to himself that, in spite of any resentment he might feel, he genuinely liked Alex. He was very attractive, and had such warm eyes. Mark actually found himself wanting to please this normally playful dog.
Lowering his eyes to the ground, his cheeks burning with humiliation, Mark gradually bent his knees and lowered his rump to the ground, making sure to face Alex and hide what he was about to do from the dog's view. He held his arms straight out in front in a classic sitting position, but kept his butt raised off the ground by a few inches to keep it clear of the mud and leaf litter. The leather gear did a good job of keeping his tail up and out of the mess he was about to make.
For several minutes, he tried to focus on relaxing and letting a stream form. He had always had what his mother called a "shy" bladder, which made it difficult enough at the best of times. Public urinals made him clam up, because there was always some fur standing right beside him that prevented him from relaxing properly. Eventually, he would zip up and move to a closed stall, hoping no one would notice.
This time, he had no such luxury, and the fur was sitting right there staring at him. Mark's tail instinctively struggled to curl downward, but it was held back by that damned tail cuff. Cold air tickled his groin fur, causing his ball sac to tighten and shrink. His limbs began to get stiff as he held this awkward position.
Finally, though, desperation won out, and a tiny trickle of piss pattered onto the dry leaves beneath him. The stream gradually thickened, plashing audibly against the ground, and causing him to shift up a little higher as he felt some warm drops flicking back against his fur. He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks as Alex reinforced that this performance was far from private. He softly murmured, "That's a good girl..." Finally, the stream tapered off and, with a brief shake of his hips to flick off any remaining drops, Mark attempted to push himself to his feet again.
He hadn't noticed that the husky had already stood up by this point and stepped on the leash quite close to the wolf's head. When he pushed up, his neck quickly reached the end of its tether and caused him to stagger somewhat before squatting back down and looking up at Alex in confusion. The handsome dog smiled down at him warmly and cupped the wolf's muzzle in a paw, reassuring him, "Such a good puppy. Good boy! You know, you've been so well behaved, I don't think you need this anymore."
He reached down and unbuckled the leather muzzle, tugging it gently off Mark's face and then petting him between the ears. Mark was caught by surprise at this sudden gesture. He just looked up at Alex's beaming face for a moment, and found himself flashing a grateful, self-conscious smile.
At that moment, Sam's voice called out deeply through the trees, "Alex! Pup! Lunch is set!"
Mark's ears wilted in self-conscious surprise, but Alex's smile only widened as he picked up the leash and led his pet back to the clearing. The wolf blushed and scrambled to his feet, staggering awkwardly as he tried to follow without accidentally stepping in the mess he had made.
When they emerged from the trees, they saw that Sam had come well-prepared. The picnic basket now rested at the centre of a flannel blanket that looked soft and large enough to fit four furs comfortably. Around the basket were arrayed many plastic containers of food and drink, but their translucent sides disguised the contents.
Sam had a toe in the warm water of the spring when he noticed Alex and Mark returning. Mark stared openly at the malamute as he realised that Sam had already prepared himself for the upcoming swim. He had stripped down completely, leaving his brilliant white coat gleaming in the sunlight. The light danced over the outline of his muscular chest, arms and legs as the tree line waved in the breeze. The effect was all the more stunning with the dog's contrasting black markings, which wound their way from his eyes, back over his head, down along his sinewy back and out to the tip of his erect tail.
The tail wagged to greet them as Sam beamed back and immediately beckoned them over to the blanket.
"Has our puppy been behaving?" he enquired genially, nodding at the wolf's muzzle meaningfully as he crossed his legs and sat.
"Very well," grinned Alex as he sat opposite the malamute. Mark's short leash pulled him down into a sit between the two dogs. "He did his business in the right place for the first time!"
"I'm glad to hear you've been such a good boy," Sam joined in with a grin. Suddenly, he leaned forward to wrap one arm about the wolf's chest and slide the other under his thighs, tugging the wolf back into his lap. Mark gave a start at the malamute's sudden move, still a little anxious around the large male who had so recently given him the most painful paddling he could remember - far worse than any he had suffered at his father's paw.
This time, however, the dog's strength was far gentler. The malamute's thick, furry arms folded around him and brought him in close to his chest. Mark quickly found himself relaxing into Sam's hold, enjoying the warmth and closeness. He felt warm and protected. Sam shared a private grin with Alex as he the wolf began to submit, and then he brushed his nose against the fur between Mark's ears.
Meanwhile, Alex had wriggled out of his own clothing, and joined them on the blanket. The husky was more compact and lithe than the malamute, but just as striking in his shimmering white coat and stark brown-grey markings. Mark found his eyes wandering over the well-muscled canine frame. A vivid memory of the husky's male scent reawakened as his mind flashed back to the first blowjob that Alex had taken from him, pressing his musky groin fur over and over against his muzzle. Even as his own sheath thickened with longing, Mark tore his eyes away and stared at the ground in embarrassment.
Sorting through the containers, Alex asked casually, "What would you like to start with, Sam?"
Mark felt the rumble in Sam's throat as the malamute replied, "How about one of the boiled eggs?"
Alex nodded and held out an open container holding two eggs. Sam took one and thanked the husky. He kept Mark clutched between his arms as he used both paws to shell the egg. Mark stretched out his nose to enjoy the aroma. It had been a long time since he had last eaten.
Sam glanced down at the wolf and chuckled, continuing to peel away shards of shell delicately as he murmured, "I suppose puppies like eggs, don't they? At least, I can think of one cute puppy who particularly enjoyed his eggs this morning." Mark's eartips flushed in response, which only widened Sam's grin. He pressed further, "Would you like a piece, pup?"
Mark nodded eagerly but mutely. Sam let out a grandiose sigh, tearing off a small chunk from the exposed tip and raising it to his mouth. Mark's tail fell in disappointment. After chewing for a few moments, Sam said softly, "You don't look very hungry to me, pup. Surely a hungry pet would beg for his treat."
The wolf wriggled indignantly, struggling to escape the malamute's embrace. He could get his own food, if the dog was going to be like that. Sam's grip only tightened, however, and Mark quickly found that getting into a strength competition with this dog was pointless. He slumped backward again and let out a frustrated whine. His stomach was growling now that food was so close.
Sam looked down at him again once he had swallowed his first bite, and smiled. He pulled another small chunk of meat off the egg and proffered it between his fingers, asking, "Do you want some? You can have it, if you ask nicely. Come on, boy." The egg was evidently soft-boiled, as this piece had warm drizzles of yolk on it. Mark licked his lips without conscious thought as the treat was held in front of him. Soft-boiled eggs were a favourite treat of his when he was a pup. His mother would sometimes make them for breakfasts and lunches.
Mark's tail curled downward as he realised that hunger was about to win over his resolve. He lowered his head and took a deep breath. Then he raised both of his paws up to dangle just under his chin, as he tilted his head back to look up at the large dog with pleading eyes. "Please, sir," he whispered, "May I have a treat?"
Sam beamed and immediately brought the morsel to the wolf's lips, ruffling his headfur with the other paw. "Now there's a good boy!" Mark's ears flushed crimson as he curled his tongue delicately about the meat and drew it back into his muzzle. He savoured the warm, gooey treat only for a moment before wolfing it down, and then lapped softly at the dog's fingers to gather up stray dribbles.
Alex chuckled to himself as he brought out the rest of their lunch. There were sandwiches of various sorts, including honey, as well as apples for afterwards. Mark shared in all of the foods that the dogs ate, but continued to be fed each morsel by paw. The husky soon joined in the fun of feeding their pet too, giggling as the wolf's ticklish tongue eagerly washed the last traces of honey from his fingertips. It was impossible to eat modestly this way, and so Mark's muzzle was soon coated in a delicious, sticky mess of egg, butter and honey.
In spite of himself, Mark began to feel a certain warmth as he was coddled, and not a warmth borne of humiliation. Both dogs showered him with affection, holding him close and tending to him like a loved pup. The wolf couldn't remember the last time he had felt so pampered and... well, wanted.
Sam noticed a slight change in Mark's posture as the wolf shifted against his body. He was obviously more relaxed, and began to nestle comfortably against the malamute's broad chest. Sam rumbled happily as he felt Mark open up, and enjoyed the warmth of the tamed creature now resting in his lap. The pressure of the wolf's rump had now shifted backward to Sam's groin, which triggered a pleasurable warmth and a tightening sensation. He wasn't sure if the wolf could detect the new stiffness under his tail, but, he thought to himself with a playful, if predatory grin, he will soon enough.
Once the canines had finished their lunch, Alex leaned forward until his nose almost touched Mark's and smirked as he observed dryly, "Well, puppy's made a mess of himself, hasn't he?" Mark self-consciously lapped at the crumbs and dribbles that still clung to his lips, but it made little dent in the thick, sticky mess that caked his muzzle. Alex then pulled back and canted his head questioningly at Sam. "Time for his bath, don't you think?"
Sam smirked in return and nodded. He rose to his feet, keeping Mark firmly cradled against his chest, and strode over to the pool. Mark looked down in alarm as he was heaved into the air with such apparent ease. Each shift of Sam's body swung him about, making him feel unsteady. He held himself tighter against Sam almost without thinking about it.
When Sam arrived at the pool, he wasted no time in stepping into the water and easing himself into a sit. The warm water quickly slid up over the pelts of the pair, and seeped deeply into Mark's fur. It only engulfed him up to the nipples, as he was still perched high on Sam's lap. Alex slipped into the water too, his lips spreading into a luxuriant smile as he enjoyed the feeling of the water working its tickling way into his pelt. After a moment, he waded smoothly toward Sam and Mark, and squatted lower until his muzzle was level with the wolf's. Mark cursed himself as he felt his ears flatten timidly, instinctively, as the handsome husky held his gaze.
Alex broke into a giggle as he regarded Mark, the wolf's muzzle still caked with food as if he were an infant. He cupped Mark's muzzle in one paw, wetted the other paw and began wiping away the mess. His fingers slid over his face fur with surprising delicacy, halfway between soothing and tickling. Mark closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, not daring to move and end this attention.
"You've been such a wonderful pet today," Alex murmured and drew the wolf's muzzle up to his own. Alex's jaws widened to grasp his muzzle gently and he pressed his tongue delicately against Mark's lips. Mark was so astonished at this tenderness that his lips immediately relaxed and allowed the invasion. Alex growled happily as his tongue easily slipped into the wolf's mouth, sliding over the wolf's own tongue tip, tickling, teasing.
Mark was not expecting this move and did not quite know how to react. He certainly enjoyed the contact. Hell, Alex was probably the hottest canine he had ever met. Just sharing a feeling this intimate with him made his tail curl. But what did this kiss mean? Did he love Mark? What did "love" even mean in this situation? Did he dare to return this kiss? Did he dare not to? Alex had not shown him tenderness like this before. This opportunity might not come again.
Screwing up his courage, Mark whimpered happily into the kiss, and twined his own tongue against the length of dog tongue that was still exploring inside his muzzle. He did not see Alex's ears prick forward curiously, but he did hear the husky's pleased rumbles grow louder as he pressed his jaws even more firmly against the wolf. Mark, encouraged by the response, eagerly pressed forward too, sliding his own tongue between the husky's lips, hoping to taste a little of the canine's delicious breath.
Abruptly, Alex pulled back and looked down at the wolf disapprovingly. He wrapped one paw about Mark's muzzle and shook it gently, chiding, "Now don't spoil the moment by being naughty. In this dance, you do not have the lead. Just relax and let me guide you." He paused for a moment in thought, and then winked impishly up at Sam. "Perhaps this lesson would be easier on our pet if you could distract him..."
Sam chuckled and rejoined, "It would be my pleasure. Up you get, pup!" He did not wait for any reaction from Mark before tightening his grip on the wolf and rising. Mark was hauled bodily out of the water before being lowered gently back down again onto all fours. His paws and knees touched down on a rocky shelf only a foot under the surface of the water.
Alex circled around to Mark's front once more and lifted his muzzle with a finger. Smiling down at the wolf, he said gently, "Now, let's try again, shall we? Just relax, and let me show you..." He leaned down and again took the pet's muzzle between his jaws, slipping his tongue easily past Mark's surprised lips. This time, Mark accepted the invasion with an anxious whimper, but did not resist, instead passively allowing the husky's tongue to explore.
Suddenly, Mark felt a surprisingly warm breeze flow over his exposed tail hole, followed by a wet, slippery sensation along its delicate opening. He tried to rear back in surprise, only to find that Alex was now holding him firmly in place by the scruff. Alex's lips twisted upward into a devious smile as they continued to press against the wolf's muzzle. Sam's paws came forward to grip the wolf's thighs, bracing him to press his tongue more firmly against Mark's tail hole.
Mark's eyes widened at the unexpected intimate sensation. His toes curled as the malamute drew his broad, slick tongue teasingly over the tight pink bud, every so often flicking the tip against the sensitive flesh and fur surrounding it. Each flick would send a shiver of surprise through the body of the trapped lupine. He tried to wriggle away, overwhelmed by the intimate sensations forced onto him by the two dogs, but Alex and Sam gripped him even more tightly until his protests sputtered and slowly subsided. He let out a soft whimper as Alex's tongue danced over his own, a whimper of anxiety and, although his ears burnt with the realisation, eagerness.
On hearing that sound, Sam's wet, black lips stretched into a grin, as the dog could sense the beginning of their pet's acquiescence. He pressed forward with his assault, driving his tongue deeply inside the wolf's opening which, although as nervous and tight as ever, was now so lubricated that it could put up no resistance. Mark's whimpers of pleasure grew louder, although comically muffled by the maw of the husky, still pressed tightly against his. Sam's thick, strong tongue stretched him open so gently, so easily, with so little friction that it felt heavenly. It was like the pleasure of fucking with all of the tenderness of a kiss. The wolf closed his eyes and simply keened as he enjoyed this intimate invasion from both sides.
Then suddenly, Sam's tongue withdrew. He ran one of his paws tenderly over Mark's back and then let it wander over his rump and inner thigh. It was a touch that felt comfortable and familiar, coaxing him to relax as Sam murmured softly, "That's a good boy. It feels good when you just let it happen, doesn't it?"
Alex took the cue from Sam and also withdrew slightly, leaving his muzzle hanging mere inches in front of Mark's, smiling warmly and watching for his reaction. Mark's ears wilted sadly as the pleasure so quickly fled. It was a moment before he collected himself enough to register what the dog had asked him, and he nodded mutely.
Alex's smile broadened. He asked softly, "Would you like to keep going, pup?"
Mark was unable to look Alex in the eye but his nod was firm, immediate.
Sam's paw came down fast and hard on the wolf's rump. Mark yelped in shock.
"That's no way to answer your masters, pup," the larger dog reproached him.
The memory of his previous beating flooded back into Mark's mind as the new sting of that one smack swelled, dulled and slowly ebbed. His rear leg began to tremble, not out of fear, but in that fidgety way that always happened when he was nervous.
He blurted out, "I'm sorry, sir. Yes, I - I would like to keep going... if you would allow it, sir." His kept his head low and averted his eyes as he made this admission.
"Well, I don't think it's fair that the puppy gets to have all the fun," declared Sam with a smirk. "After all, a pet should be pleasing his masters too, shouldn't he?"
Alex returned the grin, tousling Mark's ear fondly as he replied, "Absolutely, but I think there's a way that we can all enjoy this." He reached down to cup his sheath and ball sac, which lay plumped up against the rocky outcrop on which the husky sat. "I don't know how you feel, but my tongue is getting tired. This puppy does seem to love getting filled from both ends, but I can think of a much more enjoyable way to do that."
Mark blushed as he heard Sam's chuckle of agreement from behind him. "Sure, he's certainly wet enough to take it by now. What do you think, puppy?" He crouched down so that his whisper blew directly over the sensitive ear tips of the prostrate wolf. "Would you like to pleasure your masters while they plough you from both ends?"
Mark felt his ears burn as Sam made his crude advance, but found himself nodding and whispering back quietly, "Yes, sir... I think I would like that..."
Sam chuckled as Alex shook his head with a condescending smile. "Now, puppy, what did we just learn about begging?" pressed Sam.
Mark balked at this latest indignity. They wouldn't make him go though that whole humiliating charade again for this, would they? He looked back up at Alex, searching his face for some kind of reprieve. What he saw surprised him. The husky still kept his muzzle close to the wolf's. He smiled warmly at Mark and slid his paw over his pet's cheek, softly encouraging, "Come on, boy, I know you can do this. You make me so proud." Mark blinked in confusion. Here he was being asked to debase himself and this dog was offering encouraging advice. He hardly knew what to say, but some part of him knew instinctively that he could trust Alex, that the husky cared for him.
Alex leant closer, whispering into his ear, "Boy, I know you feel ashamed that you want this, but it's alright. You don't have to feel this emptiness. You just have to ask." He pulled back and flashed that devilish grin of his.
Mark felt his face getting hot as he realised the husky was right. He did want this. He wanted it badly, and the only thing that kept him from that overwhelming pleasure he just experienced was himself.
Lifting his tail a little higher and with a little more confidence (as little as the leather tail cuff would allow), Mark rose to his knees, tucked his forepaws up under his chin, smiled up at the husky and said in his most plaintive voice, "Please, masters, please take me. Let your puppy bring you pleasure. It will make me so happy."
Behind him, Sam laughed out loud, making Mark quickly cringe self-consciously again, but he leaned down to nuzzle the wolf's ear fondly before murmuring encouragement, "Now that's my good boy!" Alex slid forward to place an affectionate lick across Mark's lips, and lingered there for a moment, his breath spilling through the wolf's moist whiskers, cold and ticklish. Mark shivered with delight.
Alex slid a paw behind the wolf's neck and eased him forward and down. Mark did not resist, and eventually his nose came to rest at the opening of the husky's sheath. He paused, sampling the familiar male scent which he had first enjoyed at the gym. The musk was already potent, as the husky's maleness was swelling with arousal. The pink tip poked out from the white furry sheath, warm and moist against Mark's nose pad, a bead of pre-seed just beginning to form at the slit. Alex was obviously powerfully aroused and had been for some time. Mark blushed and smiled to himself as he realised that he was partly responsible.
He lapped hungrily at the emerging maleness, savouring the salty pre-seed that dribbled over the hardening length. Alex groaned in pleasure, his paws wrapping about his pet's cheeks and ruffling them encouragingly as the wolf serviced his increasingly sensitive shaft. "Such a talented muzzle our puppy has," he grinned at Sam.
"I know," smirked Sam, lifting himself up and slickening his own hardening maleness against the wolf's sopping rump. "That's what beginner's eagerness can do for you. Now let's see if our little fuckpuppy is as gifted with his other end." Mark flushed crimson as he felt the fat tip of dog cock press against his slippery tail hole. Sam held onto his shaft, jerking it up and down so that at one moment it threatened to push deeper, and the next it flopped out to thrust against the lubricated crack. Mark's moan was muffled against the thick maleness that pressed down on his fluttering tongue.
Sam grunted out his pleasure as he reached another paw to grip the wolf's hip and thrust harder against the upturned buttocks. His cock still thrust rudely against Mark's poor, battered opening, rubbing, stretching, teasing the sensitive flesh, but never quite penetrating. Mark began to whine in frustration and push his hips backward, craving that delicious sensation of being spread open and filled. Mounted. Possessed.
The malamute made brief eye contact with Alex. They both shared a wink, and then Sam leaned forward to cup the wolf's muzzle in one paw, tugging his head off the husky's thick shaft for a moment and back slightly to meet his stern gaze. Sam said simply, "If you want it, pup, you know what I want to hear." Mark froze momentarily as the formidable canine stared at him, but a trace of a hungry, playful grin still showed through the intimidating expression. Mark felt a quiver of anticipation as he whimpered, "Please, master, please fuck your puppy."
Sam beamed and immediately took Mark's muzzle into his jaws, thrusting his tongue into the wolf's mouth at same time as he lined up his cock and slammed forward into his tail hole. The movement was too fast for Mark. Sam's tongue and teasing had done a great job of relaxing him and loosening him up, but in the split-second it took for the malamute to drive deep into his bitch, Mark panicked at the sudden stretching and his little ring tightened.
His yowl was positively feline in timbre, but was muffled by Sam's kiss, coming out only as a soft, keening whine. Mark could feel the dog's lips curl upward into a small grin as the wolf's tightness hugged his swollen cock. Sam's tongue thrust even deeper into Mark's muzzle as he kissed the wolf with renewed hunger and accelerated the deep, driving pace of his hips. Mark closed his eyes and tried to crouch lower, slinking away from the large malamute's abusive thrusting, but Sam pulled away from the kiss to wrap both of his arms about the wolf's torso, holding him immobile as he hammered harder and faster. Mark's ears folded back in submission as his body slowly relaxed, resigned to the dog's rough handling.
Mark felt a familiar paw at his cheek, and a hot musk wafting at the tip of his nose. He opened his eyes wide to see Alex stroking his already hard and moist member a mere inch from his nose. The husky smiled down warmly at the wolf, and murmured, "Relax, pup, just let it happen. Don't let me down now," as he delicately pried Mark's muzzle open and slid in his dribbling cock. The wolf felt a burning in his ear tips as he was used from both ends, and realised with embarrassment how hungry he was for this treatment.
His tongue wrapped tightly about Alex's member, gathering up delicious, salty pre-seed. Alex gasped as the wolf's tongue squeezed him, tugging and teasing out a few more dribbles. He flashed a grin to Sam as he muttered down to Mark encouragingly, "Ooh, puppy's eager, isn't he?" Both of his paws slid soothingly over the wolf's cheeks as Mark's hunger grew. The wolf made a pig of himself as he bobbed on Alex's cock, drooling as he laved it with his tongue and struggled to swallow all of it at once.
Sam could feel Mark's tail ring begin to loosen as the wolf's desire and heat grew. He smirked and remarked to Alex, "You certainly have the magic touch when it comes to skittish pups." Alex simply chuckled and began to help the wolf along by firmly fucking his muzzle. Sam leaned down to the wolf's ear and whispered, "A little tighter, boy," as he landed a single, hard smack on the wolf's rump. Mark reflexively stiffened and curled his tail down demurely against his backside. Sam groaned as the timid pup's ring once again deliciously squeezed his member and he thrust forward ferociously.
Alex was in heaven, feeling the silky friction of the wolf's muzzle squeezing his cock and swallowing it almost to the knot. He began riding the wolf's slobbery maw harder and harder, his breath coming in shorter and fiercer gasps as he felt a tingling begin deep at the base of his shaft. Sam recognised the faraway expression in Alex's eyes, and growled playfully as he ducked to take the wolf's scruff firmly between his jaws and he panted ever more harshly. His thrusts became deeper. He pulled out more fully and enjoyed the sensation of every inch shoving back into the wolf's tunnel, which was slick from his previous tongue-fucking and the malamute's continually drooling cock.
Mark's eyes opened wide as both his muzzle and tail hole were battered. He struggled to suck in breaths between the husky's rapid thrusts, but they were becoming irregular as Alex's excitement mounted and so the wolf struggled to make each lungful last. Hot breath spilled copiously over his neck as both dogs grunted and gasped louder, inexorably mounting toward climax. His fur was matted and sweaty with the excitement and heat. Mark closed his eyes and enjoyed the brief whiffs of heady male scent that suffused him as both of these studs used his body.
Heat and arousal had swollen his cock, which now jutted lewdly from its sheath. It gleamed and nearly ached in its taut state. Mark whined, his body buffeted about so much by the thrusts of the randy dogs that he could not lift a paw to give himself satisfaction for fear of losing balance. In desperation for his own release, he pushed back hard on Sam's lunges, shoving forward and back into each of the cocks that stretched him open.
Sam's grip on Mark's scruff suddenly tightened as the wolf met his thrusts, stimulating his pumping shaft until it began to pulse with excitement. He began to rear back and slide down hard into Mark's rump, edging closer to release with every wet smack. Mark grunted as each shove prodded his already tortured prostate, his cock starting to bob as his excitement peaked. Finally, the folds of the wolf's scruff slipped from Sam's jaws as he let out a wild, ragged howl and shot load after load of hot cum into the bitch below him. Mark's release came seconds after, his seed spurting out uselessly and disappearing into the warm water. His own howl was muffled by Alex's continued pumping against his muzzle, coming out as spasmodic whines and gasps.
Alex's concentrated grimace tightened into a smile as he saw the wolf stagger at the orgasm washing over him. He pulled his hard, dripping cock from the wolf's muzzle and completed the final few strokes with his own paw. On the last stroke, he grabbed Mark by the scruff and thrust his cock against the dazed wolf's face. The soft fur of the wolf's cheek felt exquisite as he slid it down against his shaft, causing the husky's toes to curl as he finally shot ropes of cum up in arcs that came down to spatter on Mark's head.
Sam's thrusts became erratic and slowly eased. Both dogs came to rest firmly against the wolf's soft, pleasant fur, unwilling to release their toy and the pleasure that still gripped them. Mark released a happy whimper as his orgasm subsided, to be replaced by the warmth of these studs pressed tightly against him.
Mark barely remembered the rest of that outing. He remained in a daze for the rest of the afternoon as Sam and Alex fussed over their pet. He had been so good today and deserved a reward. They washed his fur lovingly, cooing and sliding their paws over every part of his limp, unresisting frame. They dried him in soft towels, curried and combed his coat and, somehow, he found in himself back in bed, sandwiched between them. He was back... home? Sam's arm was draped over his waist and the rest of the malamute's body was spooned up against his back. Mark's muzzle lay gently on Alex's chest, and the husky was spread out on his back with one arm wrapped under the wolf's head, soft like a pillow. Both dogs were fast asleep. And they were as warm as furnaces.
Mark, exhausted, managed to sneak in one lick at the handsome husky's cheek before he felt himself drifting back to sleep. Yeah, it sure felt like home.