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Matt stood stock still, back straight and shoulders squared as the ambassador and his son lapsed into their native tongue. He'd only managed to learn a few basic phrases of the language so far, but he didn't really need to understand it to know what the two were talking about. This was the embassy of a small nation, but one that didn't stint on its diplomatic corps, and as a consequence the embassy had quite a few Secret Service agents like himself assigned to it.

And at His Excellency's insistence, there were two agents assigned to keeping his son safe. And as understandable as it was for a father to be concerned over the wellbeing of a son (especially in cases such as this one, where there was a real risk of abduction), the buck was eighteen now and eager not to be treated as a child. The argument got fairly heated, but father and son did seem to finally come to an agreement. When the elder of the two elks spoke again, he did so in English, obviously addressing the two servicemen along with his son.

"Very well, I'll leave the choice to you. You'll have a week to decide which of them you want assigned as your bodyguard."

As the words sank in Matt gave no indication of having heard them, which was more than could be said for the other agent that had (so far) been assigned as the young elk's security detail. The incorrigible tiger looked in his direction, and Matt's keen eyes didn't miss the half-suppressed smirk on the stocky feline's muzzle.

This was definitely not good news for the hard-working young wolf. Roy had been insufferable as a co-worker, and he had little doubt he'd be even more frustrating as a competitor. And compete they undoubtedly would. They were both fresh out of the academy and eager to get a team of their own. And with one spot about to evaporate in a week's time, there was a lot more on the line. Not that either of them would get fired, but there was always the risk of getting some dead-end posting where they'd wind up being little more than a chauffeur or a butler. Good enough for the guys counting the days until retirement, but not for a young agent looking to build a career.

And Matt was determined to keep his eyes on the prize. He did his best to live right and as a result his life was shaping up pretty well - he got a good posting straight out of the academy, with plenty of chances to get noticed if he worked hard. And the woman he'd fallen for had accepted his proposal a few months back a fact that almost got the wolf's tail wagging. So he guessed part of him wanted to show Claire that she'd made the right choice, that he was fit to be her man even if he was only a few years older than her son.

As for Roy, Matt honestly had no idea why the tiger was trying so hard. He wasn't in a relationship, and once a person heard his attitudes about women it was easy to see why. The man was a letch, going through life thinking with his dick and consequently acting like one. He also played too fast and too lose with the rules for Matt's liking, but never really did anything the wolf could call him out on. In short, he couldn't imagine why the striped feline gave a damn about getting promoted, other than the fact he knew Matt wanted it and was trying hard just out of spite.

The tiger would make him work to keep this post, and he didn't even need to see his smirking face to know that. But then again, Matt didn't get to where he was by being afraid of hard work. Or cats, for that matter...

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"Look, I'm sorry... well I'm sorry that my father laid all of this on me to be honest. But if one of you has to be transferred out so I can have something resembling a normal social life, then that's the breaks..." the buck said after they were back in his... well, it was almost a suite. The embassy was quite lavish and Matt had been in studio apartments that were smaller than the young elk's room.

"Well look at it this way - you old man let you make the call. Means he doesn't see you as a kid anymore, or he wouldn't be giving you the authority to make it..." Roy said and the wolf actually opened his muzzle to reprimand him but closed it without making so much as a sound.

Referring to His Excellency in that manner was taking a liberty, but Matt didn't really have any authority to dress-down the disrespectful feline. And without any authority all he'd be doing would be to nag and bicker in front of the young man they were charged to protect, and would himself be doing harm to the carefully maintained image of secret service agents as peerless professionals. If one of their superiors had heard the tiger talking like that he'd have the authority to discipline him, but Roy was smart enough never to mouth off when a superior was nearby.

"I guess. And it's nothing personal but it's hard enough trying to have a normal life with one person looking over your shoulder, not to mention two. I feel awkward even talking to the guys at school, let alone the..." Philip trailed off, looking a bit awkward.

"Yeah, I can see how two hangers-on would cramp your style. But I have to be honest with you, talking to girls with just one of us around isn't going to be much better unless you... ahh, well I guess I'm overstepping my bounds here..." the tiger said, shooting a brief glance towards the irritated wolf standing to his right. Matt felt his jaw clench Roy's attempt to feign a brief lapse in his supposedly professional attitude, when it was obvious he was baiting the kid. And any hope Matt had in Philip not taking the bait was broken when the buck spoke up.

"What do you mean?" the young elk asked, and now Roy could 'reluctantly' say whatever he wanted to in the first place since he couldn't very well ignore the ambassador's son.

"Well it's all about confidence. Or attitude if you prefer. I mean you're young, fit, you get an allowance that's bigger than some people's salaries. Hell, when I was your age I was pulling them in with half of what you've got to work with." He said, knowing that his reputation would lend weight to his claim. Matt had to admit the tiger had gotten a bit farther than he did learning Philip's native tongue, but he only did it so he could hit on the female half of the embassy staff. "And in order to have the right attitude, you have to know what you want from a girl before you even speak to her..."

"So how did... I mean how do I know that?" the buck said, regrettably hooked on the smirking feline's bullshit.

"Look, if you wanna girlfriend, it's enough to listen to her shit, buy her something pretty once in a while and pump her full whenever she deigns to lift her tail. That's easy - you just need to look half decent and not be a looser. If you want a bitch however - a girl that's going to lift her tail and wag_the goddamn thing every time you look at her the right way..." he paused, sneering as he let his description set into the impressionable young mind. "...well, a bitch like that you have to _train."

"How?" the young elk asked, obviously hanging on the tiger's every word.

"Simple - if you don't want your girl thinking too much, you just have to fuck her brains out. Every time you get on her you have to leave her with that blank, fucked-silly look on her face. Get her hooked on that feeling and she'll do anything to get a taste."

"So what you're saying is you still need to be hung like a horse..." their young charge said, his muzzle and mood dropping.

"Nah. Hell, I've had my share of mares whose stallions had double what I've got hangin' and they still couldn't get the job done. It's about attitude and about skill. 'Cause if all you have is a decent dick you can easily be replaced by a fuckin' dildo. They don't do any work either."

"So where does the skill part come in?" Philip asked, his mood brightening and his expression clearly letting the tiger know he had the kid's full attention again.

"You get in there and you keep fuckin until she cums. You watch her face, the sounds she makes, the way she clamps down on you... all the little signs that tell you when you're railing her juuust right. And you don't let her touch herself down there. She can finger herself as much as she likes when you're not around, but when you're in her that's your pussy, and she doesn't get off until you get her off.

Matt made sure to keep his face professionally impassive, but the way his ears had folded against the tiger's barrage of bullshit hinted at what the wolf thought of him. Typical macho bragging he'd heard dozens of times and never bought into for a second. If he'd taken the advice of guys like Roy he'd have never won a woman like Claire.

"And getting girls this way is easy because every time you get one you get even more sure of yourself. By the time you've been doing it for as long as I have you realize anyone's a bitch, if you've got the right attitude. Hell, I'm pretty sure that if I wanted to I could get Captain America over there to act like a good li'l slut for me..." Roy said, his smirk growing a little wider when he saw the wolf's whole body tense for a second before Matt forced himself to calm down.

"Okay, now I know you're just fucking with me..." the buck said, and even though Matt was relieved to see Philip wasn't buying into the tiger's crap, it was still unsettling to see how quickly the feline's foul-mouthed ways were rubbing off on the impressionable youth.

"I've done it before. In fact, why don't I just..." the tiger said, and after he took a few steps towards him Matt decided to speak out, especially considering the way the tiger was looking at him.

"I think this has gone on far enough." He said, his voice close to a growl and his jaw tense as he glared at the unperturbed feline.

"C'mon, just play along. I don't want His Excellency's son to think I'm lying to him here. And besides, you don't really think I can do it, can you?" Roy asked with a sneer, but before Matt could come up with a reply Philip did.

"Go on, let him try. I wanna see if he's serious." The buck said, and with the knowledge that the teen was holding his career in his hands, the wolf just lowered his tail and remained silent, even when the stocky feline began to circle around him.

"You see, you think a guy with a stick up his ass is a challenge, but the truth is they're already used to having something hard and long under their tail..." Roy continued, out of sight and in a perfect position to see Matt's heckles rise at the remark. "Just treat them the same way you would a bitch - get a nice eyeful, let them know you're lookin' and of course..." the feline trailed off, right before Matt felt a powerful paw land with a smack on one of his cheeks. "...get a good feel." Roy finished, giving the firm lupine cheek a grope.

For all his dislike of his ill-mannered colleague, this was the first time Matt felt an actual urge to throttle the bastard, but he restrained the violent impulse before it could set his body into motion. He stood eight inches over the tiger's six feet, end even though he seemed lanky anyone seeing him without his uniform on would quickly realize just how much muscle was packed away in that tall frame. He guessed that he and the more obviously buff tiger would be evenly matched in a fight, but he wasn't sure if the striped feline would even fight him. After all, a grope wouldn't show under medical examination, whereas a bruise or a fracture would. The ambassador's son even now looking on with unnerving fascination wouldn't even need to make a call. A breach of conduct like that would have Matt booted right out of the service.

"See that? He's letting me do it. And if he's letting me go this far, there is no reason for me to stop there..." the tiger continued, and Matt forced himself to keep his muzzle shut.

He was still certain the tiger was trying to provoke him, even when he began striping his clothes off, no doubt leering as he did. So the wolf just clenched his jaw, believing Roy would give up at some point when he realized he wasn't going to take the bait. But as more of his body was exposed, he felt himself grow strangely anxious and confused. He felt like he'd missed a vital moment to seize control at some point and wasn't sure how to get it back. And when he actually felt the feline pull his underwear down, he was fairly sure it was too late to.

"Whoah!" Matt heard Philip say and tried to just stare at the wall ahead, even as he felt the buck stare at his now exposed body.

"See what I meant when I said it doesn't come down to size?" Roy gloated from behind him, the wolf's breathing growing rapid as one feline paw slid around his waist and down his hard abs. "Hung like a god-damned horse and still a bitch. All this means..." Roy said, shamelessly cupping the heavy sack resting under Matt's sheath. "...is that he's gonna make a bigger mess when I make him pop. Speaking of which, I think it's time you did some work. Come on, on your knees like a good bitch..."

"If you think for one second that I'll..." Matt growled, spinning around to face (and glare down at) the still smirking tiger.

"If you don't, I can go to my father right now and tell him I've made a decision..." the buck said, his voice wavering a little but not enough to make Matt doubt he'd go through with the threat. The wolf felt his heart rise to his throat as he sank down in front of his grinning colleague, the self-satisfied feline wasting little time before he undid his zipper to show several inches of pink tiger-meat sliding out of a fat white sheath.

"Hear that? Now why don't you be a good little slut for us and get me ready?"

Folding his ears back, Matt didn't make a sound but he did open his muzzle, knowing full well what the tiger intended, but still unable to believe he would go through with it. As someone who worked out intensively he wasn't a stranger to the smell of other males, but with his nose an inch or so from the emerging feline cock what he was inhaling was different. The disbelief was hard to hold onto when one of the feline's striped paws settled on the top of his head, and even harder when the barbed glans was pushed between his lips. And as unsettling as the tiger's musk was, the taste of another male's shaft on his tongue made his muzzle twist in disgust even as more of Roy's cock slid out. Even with his ears folded the wolf's keen hearing picked up the tiger's satisfied purr, the pink length sliding deeper into his muzzle as it went from firm to hard, the little barbs along it now scraping against his smooth tongue every time the tiger pulled out.

"I can't believe it!" he heard the buck gasp beside him, and for a moment Matt shared his disbelief. How did this happen? How and why did he let Roy manipulate him to the point that he had the other male's cock in his muzzle?

"I told you - from big bad wolf to a tame bitch. All it takes is the right attitude..." the tiger gloated, keeping a paw on Matt's head as he pushed more of his barbed cock past the wolf's lips. He knew for a fact it wasn't the feline's 'attitude' that had him on his knees and sucking his cock but... what did? Was he really doing this just for the sake of his career? The wolf had been avoiding meeting the no doubt grinning tiger's gaze but he did look up then, just in time to see the lens of a smartphone staring back at him.

"That's it wolfy, let me get a nice shot of those bedroom eyes..." Roy gloated, knowing that he had his competitor right where he wanted him in more ways than one. Matt wasn't sure what it was that got him on his knees in front of the feline, but now he knew what was keeping him there, sucking on the other man's cock even as the tiger began to slowly rut his mouth. He couldn't risk having that video get out and Roy knew it. All Matt could do was to stay on his knees and hope the buff feline would be satisfied once he'd pumped a load down his throat. And his cock could reach just far enough to do it, with the tip poking the back of the wolf's throat every time the tiger's nuts bumped against his chin.

"He doesn't seem to be very good at it..." he heard the buck remark in a curious and eager tone the wolf did not like the sound of.

"I don't need him to be good. Just messy..." Roy replied, holding the back of the wolf's head as he began to gleefully fuck his muzzle.

It was all Matt could do to swallow the feline pre and try not to choke as the tip of the barbed shaft kept poking the back of his throat. He turned his eyes away from the camera and the leering face looking down at him, focusing instead on the wall of white-furred muscle, the clench and flex of the tiger's abs as he pumped his cock in and out of Matt's mouth. When the feline cock was pulled free from his mouth the wolf hoped that Roy had had enough, that he'd enjoyed humiliating him and getting what would certainly be good blackmail material.

"What are you staring at bitch?" the tiger barked, actually slapping the dazed wolf's face with the dripping length. "Turn around and put your hands on the floor." He added, wiggling the phone in his hand for emphasis.

Matt could feel his heart in his throat and his life crumbling around him, but if he hadn't stopped the tiger up until this point he couldn't see how he could do it now. Part of him still couldn't believe this was happening, or that the smirking feline really intended to do what he seemed determined to do. Even buck naked with his knees and hands on the floor, Matt couldn't believe he'd go through with it, but when he felt a fist tighten around the base of his tail and yank it up, reality set in pretty quickly.

"Next time lift this fucking thing or I'm going to pull your ass up by it and fuck you that way. Now arch your back and push that ass out. Show the buck what a bitch eager for a breeding looks like..." the big cat instructed, but all Matt could do was to grit his teeth and do as he said.

"C'mere kid, and get a good look at the 'before' picture, 'cause you're not gonna recognize that tight little bitch-pussy once I'm done with it..." he heard Roy say, and wasn't all that surprised when the buck did as he was told, almost feeling the young elk's stare as he took in the sight of his exposed anus before...

"And if you think he's nice and docile now, just wait. Once I break him in he'll raise this goddamn tail whenever a real male looks at him..." the tiger insisted, yanking the fluffy appendage even further even though there was no point. Matt was on all fours, buck naked and with the only thing that could preserve some modesty securely in the big cat's grip. When something wet and warm pressed against the patch of pink skin under his tail, Matt went still as a statue, his muzzle falling open and his vision losing all focus as his brain refused to process what was happening to him. And what was about to. He felt the tip of the tiger's cock press against his pucker a second before Roy drove himself in, growling lustily as his savage thrust forced a brief but telling cry from the once proud wolf's throat.

"There goes your cherry, bitch!" the large feline almost purred out, forcing more of his cock in even as Matt's body struggled to adjust to what was already lodged in.

The wolf had never been interested in men, or having anything under his tail, and still couldn't believe he was on all fours, being watched by a teen as another man took him roughly, forcing the cock that had moments before been buried in his muzzle into his no longer virginal behind. His pucker burned as it was forced to stretch around the tiger's girthy shaft, and it was no consolation to know that his own spit was providing the lubrication, and making it marginally easier for his body to accept what Roy seemed intent on forcing into it.

The wolf had always though he had a high tolerance for pain but it took every bit of willpower he had left to keep him from whimpering like a pup with a skinned knee as the feline shaft being forced into him got thicker with every inch Roy pushed in. He'd felt stretched to his limit when the tip had plunged past his pucker, but as the big cat kept forcing himself inside the lupine behind he could only hope he could take the whole thing without injury.

The grip on his tail was painful and demeaning but it also served to give the other male leverage, and he could feel the tiger pulling back on it even as he pushed in. Matt wasn't sure if Roy didn't realize how bad this hurt or if he was actually enjoying it, determined to see if he could get another cry out of the muzzle the wolf was clenching shut.

"Fuck, he's a tight one. C'mon wolfy, just a few more... there!" the big cat growled, giving one last push that had stars swimming in front of Matt's eyes, but that had also apparently served to drive the last of the feline cock into his ass.

"Here, take my phone will you? I want wolfy to see what he looked like getting fucked by a real man." The tiger said, and after he did Matt could feel the now free feline paw move to his hip. He could hear and to his disgust _feel_the feline purr through the throbbing length now sheathed inside him.

He wasn't sure if Roy was savoring having his cock buried under his tail, or if the tiger was actually trying to be considerate and give him time to adjust. On one hand he certainly wasn't eager for any more pain, let alone an embarrassing injury, but he also wanted for this to be over as soon as possible. And he had little doubt about how it would end, a thought that made his ears fold and his stomach turn.

"So you're really gonna...?" Matt heard the young buck beside him ask, not hiding his fascination with the way the tiger managed to get him on all fours and stick his cock up under his tail.

"Fuckin' right! If you think he's docile now, wait until I've blown my load in this tight ass. I've had virgins before, and they're never the same after they've felt someone bust a nut inside them..." The tiger promised, his words still stuck in the wolf's head even as his barbed shaft began to slide out of his sore behind.

The barbs weren't really big enough to hurt, or at least not to hurt more than having his ass forcefully impaled by the actual shaft, but they did make the tiger's slow withdrawal feel a lot more intense. Matt kept his jaw clenched shut, worrying about what sort of noises he'd make if he lost concentration. But even that couldn't entirely stifle his grunt when the cat mounting him suddenly reversed direction, shoving the entire length back in until he could feel a heavy, fuzzy sack pressed against his own.

True to his word, Roy began to breed him. Even with his ears folded the wolf wasn't spared hearing the other male grunt and growl lustily, savoring the sensation of a tight lupine pucker clinging to his cock, one hand still wrapped around Matt's tail as the tiger used the grip to pull the wolf's rear back every time he drove in.

As his body adjusted to the violation and pain faded into discomfort, another sensation began to creep in with every plunge the big cat made into the lupine behind. Matt tried to deny it, to convince himself it was all in his head, just a load of bullshit the tiger was spewing to manipulate the young elk and get his way. But when he felt the tip of his own cock part the opening of his sheath and begin to slide out he knew there was no more hiding the fact from either himself or the other two males. He knew what a prostate was, but only now that the tip of Roy's cock was repeatedly jabbing at it did he realize just how intense this sort of stimulation could be.

"Holy shit, he's getting hard! I can't believe he's actually enjoying this..." he heard Philip exclaim, and saw the young elk angle the camera to catch a shot of the red shame emerging from his sheath.

"Just like a good li'l bitch. Although he's still a little too uptight... not sure if we're gonna see him squirt today..." the tiger gloated, still not even winded despite the vigorous pace at which he was now humping into his unwilling mate.

The idea hadn't even occurred to him, but now that it was in Matt's head it was filling him with an entirely new dread. When the tiger had grabbed his tail he suspected what was to happen, but had hoped to endure it with some semblance of dignity. The idea that he might actually come from being fucked in the ass by the obnoxious feline was becoming less absurd with every inch of his shaft that slid from his increasingly snug sheath.

Matt knew he was very well endowed and although his experience with women was limited he'd never doubted his prowess. He knew what it was like- watching a woman's face contort with pleasure as you pumped away between her thighs, moans and pleas ringing in your ears until you saw and felt the tremors of climax wrack their bodies. And when the shock faded and their eyes focused on you once again and you saw the way they were looking at you - equal parts awe and desire... He respected every woman he was ever with but he knew full well the intoxicating sensation of having that sort of power over someone, and dreaded the thought of the tiger even now rutting his ass having that kind of hold on him.

"You know... with him on all fours taking a fucking like this... he does kind of look like a female..." Philip said, his eyes glued to the toned lupine body as the tiger eagerly bred it.

"Yeah, and he's built like one to. Nice and slender... go on, have a feel." The tiger urged, and to the wolf's disgust he soon felt another pair of hands on him, roaming curiously over his body as if he was some sort of whore, his body paid for and rented.

"All right, I think that's enough foreplay. Time to really ride this ass..." the big cat said, grabbing Matt's narrow hips with both hands as he doubled his pace.

Having the tiger jackhammer at his ass was fresh agony, but Matt was almost grateful for it. Focusing on the pain kept him distracted from the humiliatingly pleasurable sensation of that spot inside him getting rubbed and poked by the feline cock. It didn't change the fact that his entire cock was out and hard, the red length swinging wildly and slapping his abs as the tiger humped away, breathing hard as he jackhammered the lupine behind without any restraint. Matt became aware of how messy and wet the noises from back there were getting, and he knew the feline cock was leaking inside him as his body involuntarily milked the barbed shaft. And with the slap of the tigers heavy sack against his own, it was impossible to forget that the mess would get a lot worse before he was done.

"Say goodbye to your manhood wolfy, 'cause from now on you're my... BITCH!" the tiger said, growling the last word out as he drove himself in almost hard enough to knock Matt over.

The moment he felt the cock sheathed in his ass throb the wolf closed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the grunting of the feline behind him as the first rush of tiger-spunk shot from his tip and deep into the broken wolf's body. Off all the humiliations he'd been forced to endure - striping in front of the two, sucking the tiger's cock as he leered at him, having his tail lifted and his pucker speared... all of those combined didn't match the feeling of utter despair and helplessness he felt as the tiger emptied those heavy nuts inside him, purring as his thick hot seed flowed into the male under him.

The flood of feline spunk seemed to last forever, his pucker still tight enough around the tiger's throbbing shaft that Matt was forced to take every drop. He felt bloated, beaten and used in every sense of the word as the big cat finishing his climax inside him ground his hips against his violated behind. When the tiger finally began to soften and pull out, it was the sounds rather than the sensation of his barbs that made the wolf wince. He didn't realize how much of the other male's cum he'd taken until he'd heard it actually squirt the moment the grip of his pucker on the length of feline flesh loosened, which wasn't nearly as bad as feeling the warm, gooey mess gush from his ass once the tip of Roy's cock slipped out.

"Here, get a good shot at this. I want wolfy to see what this ass of his was made for..." the tiger gloated, and as the young buck obediently shuffled to get a shot of Matt's behind the wolf felt strong thumbs dig into his cheeks before they were pried apart.

After Roy had pulled out Matt had tightened his pucker on instinct, trying to hide his shame even of it meant hiding the tiger's load inside him. But the striped cat was determined to rob him of any remaining shred of dignity, mauling his ass as he spread it as wide as he could, until Matt could feel himself drooling the feline spunk as it soaked into his fur and trickled down his own sack.

"Whoa... I've only ever seen this in porn..." the buck said, the awe in his voice making it obvious he was staring at Matt's freshly used ass.

"Yeah, that what a happy slut looks like..." came the reply from the tiger behind him just before a finger pushed all too easily past the lupine pucker to stir the mess inside. "Still plenty tight though. So you happy just watching or do you want a turn on this?" Roy actually asked, slipping a second finger in and using the two digits to pry Matt's sore ring open.

"I dunno... I never really found men attractive..." the young elk replied, but to the wolf's horror there was not even a hint of rejection or disgust in his voice at what the big cat was proposing.

"What man? Don't let these fool you..." the tiger said, cupping Matt's sack and smearing his cum all over the fuzzy pouch "... this is a bitch. Would a man be on all fours with his tail in the air and letting me finger-fuck him like this?" he asked, continuing his brazen violation of the messy lupine tail-hole as its owner once again lost all focus.

The words hit Matt harder than the rutting had. All his life he'd been not only secure in his masculinity, but the fact that he was everything a man should be - strong, a perfect professional, a husband to Claire and a step-father to Bryce. And yet everything the tiger had just said was true. He'd considered Roy an irresponsible loudmouth, someone who hadn't grown up past puberty and was still thinking with his dick. And yet if Matt was everything a man should strive to be, how come that immature jackass had just fucked him like the slut he was claiming Matt was?

The train of thought had him in such a firm grip that he hadn't heard the rest of the pair's conversation, hadn't felt it when the feline fingers withdrew from his soiled tail-hole... but he did feel when something firm and warm pressed against the dripping ring, holding there for a split second before the wolf found his rear once again being invaded by what could only be another male's shaft.

"Unngghhhh, fuck!" came a groan from behind him, filling his ears just as a steel-hard length invaded his ass. And if matters could be any worse, that wasn't Roy's voice he was hearing.

"And don't go easy on him, especially now that he's loose and slippery. See those muscles? You can rail him as hard as you want and he'll still be fine, so just let him have it..." the tiger said, and Matt knew just what kind of influence he had on Philip at this point when the buck bucked his hips and drove every last inch into the stunned wolf's ass.

Matt felt like someone had just gut-punched him as a massive cervine sack rested against his own soaked pouch. He guessed that Philip's earlier lack of confidence had to do with the fact he was below average for an elk, which was probably the only reason Matt was able to take his brutal thrust without serious injury. He'd seen deer in the locker-room and even a stag seemed almost dainty when compared to a full-grown elk. But even his body was a bit on the slender side and his cock below average for a male of his species, it was still bigger than Roy's, to the point that even the tiger's brutal rutting hadn't quite loosened him up enough to make the buck's cock easy to take.

The young elk barely withdrew his cock the first few strokes, obviously too thrilled by the sensation of a warm, tight ass clenching around his shaft to want to pull more than a few inches out. But after a minute or so just grinding himself against the lupine rump didn't seem to be enough, and Matt could feel more and more of the smooth, steely length leaving his soiled tail-hole, only to be driven back in the sort of lightning-fast thrust only a stag could manage.

But the cock now sawing in and out of him was smooth, and without barbs raking his pucker on every pull-out there was nothing to take Matt's attention away from the way the cervine tip was nudging against his prostate, or how the thick length pressed against the nub when the buck hilted himself. With every hump of the young elk his own shaft slapped against his rock-hard abs, the red canine cock painfully hard as the mounted wolf found himself desperately fighting off what he knew was coming.

His jaws were clenched shut as tightly as his eyes, his whole body tense as he fought against the familiar surge. To his disgust Matt found himself desperately hoping the young elk rutting him would come as quickly as possible, hopefully soon enough to save him one last humiliation. But when the buck pushed in next time what little control he'd been clinging to slipped away and the wolf's head fell just in time to catch a rope of his own seed under his chin.

"Holy... what the fuck?" the buck railing his gasped, and Matt knew why. He could feel his pucker clenching with every twitch of his nuts and every throb of his cock, milking the cervine length still pistoning in and out of his tail-hole. His ears folded at the thought that he was doing to the buck the same thing Claire would do to his own shaft whenever he tied with her.

"Well would you look at that - you made the bitch pop!"

"Fuck... he's really spraying..."

"Don't worry about it, just bust your nut. Wolfy will clean his mess up when you're done..." he said, and the buck did as he was told.

Luckily for Matt the young elk didn't have a lot of stamina, and after having his cock milked by the climaxing lupine's pucker it didn't take long for him to reach his peak. He ground himself against the wolf's ass, the buck's heavy pouch resting against his own as it began to twitch, churning out an even bigger load than the sickening mess Roy had already shot up him. By the time the kid was done Matt felt bloated, and his pucker was so loose there was no hope of clenching up and trying to keep the torrent of cervine spunk in.

"Well, you need more time to decide which one of us is going to be your security detail?" Roy asked, just loud enough for Matt to hear him over his own heartbeat.

"Yeah, but what about... him?"

"Well tell your old man you had a change of heart. I'll be the one in charge, and this bitch can make himself useful, now that he knows his place..."

*******

"D-don't, please. Someone might see..." the wolf almost whimpered as a pair of fingers were pulled from his ass, only from something familiar to press against the wet pucker.

"Not really my problem, is it?" Roy asked, pressing his cock in and savoring the way Matt tried to keep him out before the tip finally sank into his bitch. "We're in the last stall though. Nobody's going to walk by and spot anything, as long as you can keep quiet..." he said, just softly enough for the sound of running water to muffle him from the others.

The showers they were in each had a partition that would hide the sight of Matt's violation, but he could hear various other servicemen bathing and his stomach rolled at the thought of one of them catching him with Roy using him. Still, without any way of dissuading the tiger, especially now that he had his cock up Matt's tail-hole, the wolf just pressed his hands against the tiles in front of him, arching his back and sticking his ass out for the tiger.

"That's the idea. You just do your best to get me off... the tiger almost purred out, shoving a few more inches up the wolf's ass.

Matt swallowed past a lump in his throat and resigned himself to a public rutting, but after the cat violating him had hilted himself under the wolf's tail he just ground his wet body against his reluctant partner's. Realizing the bastard's plan, Matt folded his ears and closed his eyes as he began to slide off the barbed length before thrusting his ass back and taking the whole length again. Another purr told him the tiger approved, and soon Matt found himself sliding back and forth on Roy's cock, doing everything he could just to get the tiger off before anyone saw him like this and his life became completely ruined. He could almost feel the feline leering behind him as Roy's hands began to roam, running along the wolf's soaked fur as he treated his body like his toy. And things certainly didn't get any better when one feline paw settled on the wolf's crotch.

"Don't... I don't want..."

"Like I give a shit about what you want..." the tiger replied, a little too loudly for the wolf's liking. "I want to feel a bitch milking my cock as she cums, and unlike you I know how to get what I want..." he said, stroking the emerging canine length.

With a cock up his ass it didn't take a lot to coax every inch of Matt's shaft, after which the tiger just kept a paw wrapped around the red rod and let Matt thrust into his fist as he slid back and forth on his barbed cock. He was holding it together for a while, just trying to focus on getting the tiger to finish as soon as he could, but when the feline paw suddenly gripped his knot he knew Roy had no intention of cumming first.

Matt did his best to muffle his grunts, hoping that anyone hearing them might mistake it for one of the bathers rubbing one out. He could see his red shaft spray wildly against the tiles and as his pucker pulsed around Roy's cock he could feel the cat finally pick up his pace. It felt like the tiger was trying to fuck the cum out of him, the barbed shaft pistoning away under his tail until the big cat hilted himself, biting Matt's soggy scruff as he emptied his balls into the panting lupine. As humiliating as the possessive gesture was Matt supposed he should at least be grateful the tiger's mouth was full and his lusty growls too muffled to reach any ears but his own.

He felt sickened at once again feeling another male fill him with his seed, but with the tiger spent he figured at least it was over. To his irritation Roy kept himself buried under his tail, holding him in place even after he'd finished breeding him like the bitch he insisted he was. When the softening shaft surged back to life and Matt felt another wet rush inside him he thought for a brief moment that the tiger was coming again, until he realized what his ass was being flooded with.

"T-take it out! Y-you can't..."

"I can use you any way I like bitch, and this is just a little reminder..." the tiger purred, relieving himself inside the shocked wolf and savoring this latest humiliation. "How does it feel slut? You like being used like a toilet?"

"No!" the wolf almost barked out before remembering there were people around. If being caught with the tiger fucking him was a nightmare, this would still be worse. "Please, take it out..."

"And what, just piss in the shower? Tell you what, I'll take it out if you'll get on your knees and open your muzzle for me..." the tiger said grinding his hips against Matt's ass even as he relieved himself inside the wolf. "That's what I thought. So how does it feel bitch?"

"F-full. Too full..." the broken lupine groaned quietly, knowing by the way the tiger's mess was leaking around the softening shaft that he was right and his body had reached the limits of what it could hold.

"Don't worry, you can get nice and clean once I'm finished. And maybe, just maybe you can forget the way I marked you..." the striped cat gloated, knowing full well that Matt never would.

*******

"P-please don't do this. Not here..." Matt said under his breath as he and Roy crossed the threshold to his house, even though he knew the tiger wouldn't change his mind.

"Hey come on, you're the happily married man, give your single colleague a glimpse of the life he's missing out on..." the big cat said in a casual, good-natured tone of voice, even as one paw descended and smacked the wolf's behind, getting in a good grope before he let him go.

"Well, look who's here..." Claire said, ears perking as she glimpsed the two males standing in the doorway. The vixen quickly came over and gave her husband a brief peck on the lips before giving the tiger standing next to him the sort of kiss she should have given her mate.

Then again, Matt supposed that's what Roy really was at this point. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd slept with his wife. Even though they shared a bed he rarely got to touch her anymore, whereas he felt the touch of the striped feline even now making out with her daily. Even more frequently than his 'loving wife' did. Matt had been able to endure what the tiger put him through when he could go back home and pretend he was still the man he'd once been, but once Roy met Claire that all went to hell. He'd hoped getting married would change something, maybe put his life back on the right track. When he'd carried the fennec femme over the threshold and up to their bedroom he'd felt excited, confident, like he had another chance at life. But after he'd gotten her bridal lingerie off and saw her sex still oozing another male's seed, those last few hopes sank. He didn't need to ask who it was, since Claire had been pretty adamant about Roy's invitation. At least she'd let him have a go too...

"Claire please... if you still care for me, if you still care anything for us... at least not in our home..." he said, forcing the words past a lump in his throat as he begged his beautiful wife not to cheat on him in the bed they shared.

"Honey, I'm sorry to have to say this, but I'm not the first one who was unfaithful with another man, was I?" she said, her tone gentle but it still stunned Matt into silence. "And I haven't said anything because... well I do love you. You are a kind, sweet young man, and a good provider but... I haven't really been getting what I'd expected out of this relationship."

"W-what do you..." he began but she just shushed him with a finger against his muzzle. Latter he would wonder if it had been a mistake to let her silence him so easily...

"Matt, quite honestly when I got together with a younger man I expected to... well to be pushed to my limits. When I first saw you I was sure I'd have to beg you to let me recover every once in a while, that there would be days I'd have to explain to my friends why I'm walking funny. I love sex, Matt. I've loved it since the first time a guy made me cum. I loved it so much that when guys told me they didn't have a rubber I couldn't turn them down and ended up with Bryce. When I first saw you without your clothes on... mhh, I thought I'd won the lottery. I loved the way you look, I still do, but I'd hoped I'd be seeing more of you." She said, her eyes drifting below Matt's belt.

"You're built like a god, you really are, but you're far too timid. We had sex... what was it, about once a week? And you were always kind and gentle and you made sure not to leave me unsatisfied but you were always kind and gentle. Remember that time I tried waking you up with a blowjob? I hoped that would get you going, make you a little more adventurous, a little more relaxed about sex. Instead you got awkward and asked 'What if Bryce sees us?'. Can you imagine Roy getting worried about something like that while my muzzle was wrapped around his cock?"

"The fact is honey, I work hard to keep myself looking like this. I like having a body that drives males wild because I like wild males! And as much effort as I put into it, after a while even that won't be enough. I'm sorry but I just don't have the time to wait for you to become the sort of man I need." She said, and the sad little smile on her muzzle hurt Matt more than a sneer would have.

"I just want you to know I don't think any less of you. I would be a hypocrite if I did. You need the same sort of thing I crave Matt, it's just that you didn't know it until..." she said, trailing off. Roy claimed he'd shown her the videos he'd shot of the moment his life had fallen to pieces, and looking into the vixen's eyes he knew he hadn't been lying.

"Hey mom, where's... oh, we have company?" came a voice from the kitchen just before its owner showed up in the doorway.

"Oh that's right, I forgot to tell you! Sorry sweetie..." Claire said, turning to regard her son but still clinging to the smirking tiger. "Sweetie, this is Roy. I've told you about him, haven't I? He works with Matt."

"Hey there. Bryce, right?" the striped cat said, reaching out to shake the young fennec's paw.

"Yeah. Nice to meet you. Although I think I've seen you at the wedding..." The young fox replied. He didn't seem thrilled to see Roy, but even indifference was better than the way he was pointedly ignoring the wolf standing awkwardly next to his mother and her new lover.

"Bryce came back for the summer a few days ago..." Claire said, but the way she was snuggling up to Roy made it clear to the tiger that her son being here wouldn't really change anything between them. But when the big cat next spoke up, Matt realized things would probably change for him.

"Tell you what sugar, why don't you go up to the bedroom and make yourself comfortable, and the three of us will just go to Bryce's room for a little chat?" he said, and as the love of his life eagerly dashed away to get herself ready for the tiger, Matt's tail hung between his legs as he followed his stepson and the male who owned him up the stairs.

"So Bryce, your mother tell you about our little arrangement?" the tiger asked.

"You mean that you're fucking her instead of him?" the fox asked, sparing Matt a brief glance that spoke volumes.

"Whoa! Well I guess it's a normal reaction to meeting a guy who's doing your mom..." the tiger said, his demeanor still friendly even though Matt knew enough not to trust the bastard, especially when he was all smiles and grins.

"Whatever. It's her life, I don't really even live here anymore..."

"Well just so you know, I'm not gonna get any stupid ideas like trying to be a 'dad' to you... I mean you're, what - about four years younger than me? Who the fuck needs a step-dad at your age?" he said, and the wolf standing next to him couldn't help but wince. He had tried to be a step-dad to Bryce, even though he was only a few years older than the fennec. But he'd seen it as his duty - he was engaged to marry the boy's mother, so it was up to him to be the man of the house. Bryce certainly hadn't seen it that way, which was probably why he was getting no sympathy from the young fox.

"So, did you mom tell you anything about me and Matt here?" Roy asked, but he already knew the answer. He'd told Claire to spill the beans about her 'hubby' and the motherly vixen was proving very obedient.

"Yeah. She said you even showed her the video of how you broke him in. Is that why he's not strutting around like he owns the place anymore?"

"That's about it! But he's still around, so I have him make himself useful. C'mon Matt, why don't you show Bryce how you earn your keep?" he said and the wolf felt the blood drain from his face.

"Roy, please... don't..." but the tiger just smacked the back of his head before he could finish.

"On your knees, bitch! People will think you aren't trained... Now you've made life hard for Bryce here so he gets to go hard on you for a change."

"You serious?" the young fennec asked, sounding a lot more eager now that he was standing over the once proud wolf and looking down on him. "Fuck, I've been waiting for a chance like this..." he added, dropping his pants and revealing a swiftly swelling sheath, as well as a very heavy looking sack under it.

For a while now Matt had comforted himself with the knowledge that the tiger who essentially owned him had run out of fresh ways to torment him, but as Bryce's hand landed on the back of his head and his muzzle was pushed into the younger male's crotch, he felt a new kind of shame as he began to fellate the fennec who he'd once hoped to be a father-figure to. And Bryce was getting off on the idea, considering how little it took to coax the entire vulpine shaft out of its sheath.

"Whoa, talk about the big man on campus! I'd tell you to go easy on wolfy here because you're bigger than I am and I don't even have a knot, but then again he has to take anything or his life goes in the shitter, so just do whatever you feel like." He said, walking out and no doubt heading for the room right across the hall and the vixen waiting for him there.

"So, this is it? After all that man of the house bullshit you roll over and open wide the first time someone pushes a cock in your face?" the young fennec said, the bitterness in his voice draining away as he savored both the sensation of a muzzle reluctantly closing around his thick shaft, as well as the sight of the once proud wolf averting his gaze as he suckled his cock.

Matt was aware there had been some friction between him and Bryce, but he only began to realize just how much the younger male disliked him when the surprisingly large cock began to move in and out of his mouth, the fox pushing it a little deeper on every stroke. The tapered tip was poking against the back of his throat even before the knot pumping against his nose was shoved in and with the entire vulpine length lodged in his mouth the tip of the fennec's cock pushed in half-way down Matt's gullet. It was deeper than either Roy or Philip had ever managed to reach and the wolf felt a surge of panic grip him as he found it impossible to breathe with his step-son groaning as he kept his head pressed against his crotch.

"Fuck! You can't suck worth a damn, but that throat is nice and tight." The young fox said, gripping the kneeling wolf's head with both paws as he began to hump, fucking Matt's face and forcing him to snatch his breaths whenever the throbbing cock violating his muzzle pulled out from his throat.

Matt was huffing and slobbering as he fought for every breath, the male rutting his face obviously enjoying seeing him in this state as much as he was savoring having his surprisingly hefty shaft pumping the lupine muzzle. He could feel the fennec's sack hitting his chin every time he pushed in and found himself not only hoping the fox would finish soon but actually trying to stroke the smooth shaft fucking his face with his tongue. To both his shame and relief, it seemed to do the trick, the younger male giving one last thrust and lodging his cock in Matt's throat before he felt the length throb against his tongue.

Swallowing wasn't a problem because the torrent of fennec-cum was being forced down his gullet, spurt by warm spurt. But even as his stomach filled with the groaning fox's cum his lungs began to burn as the spraying shaft prevented him from getting any air. He tried to push himself away, but even though he could probably stretch his jaw wide enough to get his muzzle off the hard knot even now throbbing in his mouth, Bryce's grip on his head was firm and kept him from so much as budging.

"You're not done until I say you're done, slut. Try not to pass out, 'cause I don't want you missing what's next..." the fennec said, making it clear to the now panicking wolf that he intended to keep using him, and didn't even care if Matt was conscious while he did it.

His lungs felt like they were on fire and his vision had narrowed when the hands pressing his face against the fennec's crotch suddenly yanked him back, the knot having deflated enough to slip past his lips with a pop as the rest of the rosy length followed. The tip kept spurting all over his face but all that mattered to the wolf was getting some air. His tongue was hanging out of his wide open muzzle catching the milky ropes spraying from Bryce's tip as he took desperate, ragged breaths.

"As satisfying as it was to fuck that smug face, that was a pretty shitty blowjob. Now clean me up and we'll see if that wolf-pussy is any better..." he ordered and Matt just folded his ears against his head and did as he was told.

He ran his tongue over the still hard red length, the fennec using the grip on his head to guide his muzzle down along the shaft, over the knot before it slipped back into his sheath and then forcing the once proud lupine to push his tongue into his sheath. The wolf kept obediently licking, and when he felt the vulpine length stir to life once again, he knew Bryce wasn't done with him.

*******

"Oh God Roy!" Claire cried out, her toes curing in time to the tiger's thrusts as he pounded away between her splayed legs.

"What's the matter girl, miss having a decent cock so bad?" the tiger asked, watching his barbed length dip in and out of the fennec's dripping honeypot as her walls tried to keep him in.

"You know it's not - ahhh!- that. I love his body but he treats me like -ngh!- I'm glass..." the vixen replied as best she could, her breasts bouncing wildly on her chest as the big cat pounded away without missing a beat.

"Oh? And how do you want to be treated?" the big cat asked, leering as he gave a particularly hard jab, knowing that Matt would hear every sound he coaxed from Claire's pretty muzzle.

"Like this!" the fennec breathed out without taking a second to think about it.

"C'mon girl, use your words! I haven't fucked you stupid yet..."

"I-ah!- want to be treated like a bitch in heat! I want to be taken hard- mpffh!- God help me I want to get fucked, to feel messy and sore after it's done. I want a cock stuffed down my throat when I try to beg for mercy... I want you to -nghhhh!- do everything to me that he never could!" she cried out, rambling as Roy's feline grin widened.

That would do for Matt, so now he had Claire's wish to consider. The tiger barely paused his rutting when he grabbed the vixen's legs and rested them on his shoulders. He saw her eyes almost roll back as this position let him go over deeper in her, and pretty soon he was back to pumping, pushing her hips against the protesting mattress as each bounce sent her back up to meet his next thrust. He was barely pulling out but he was so deep in her that he could feel his tip battering away at the moaning vixen's cervix, the pulsing and quivering of her snug sex telling him that the fennec was riding out the first of several climaxes she'd go through until Roy finished up and gave her the cum that she'd be begging for by that time.

*******

"There we go, nice and messy..." Matt heard the fennec say, the voice failing to drown out the slurp of his fingers leaving the wolf's now glistening pucker.

"You know, I got this lube when I first moved into the dorm. Problem is even the girls who were open to anal pussed out when they saw what the cute fennec they were hooking up with was packing. But you..." Bryce said, gripping his supposed step-dad's tail and yanking it up to expose the winking pink ring "...don't have that luxury. Heh, you know when I pushed my fingers in I honestly expected to feel the proverbial stick. But I guess you're about to have something long and hard in there... now!" he finished, the tip of his cock jabbing suddenly into the center of Matt's lube-slicked pucker.

He barely managed to cut off a yelp of pain as he found himself suddenly invaded by several inches of hard vulpine flesh, the freshman behind him groaning as his pucker clenched up too late to stop another male from once again claiming him like his bitch. He could feel the ring pulse and try to expel the red rod leaking inside him, forcing himself to fight instinct and trying to relax. He knew there was no stopping this, and the best he could do was to avoid the pain.

"Nhgggh, fuck! Your muzzle's not much but this hard ass of yours..." Bryce trailed off, managing to get another yelp from the wolf standing on all fours when he brought a hand down hard on one of the hard lupine cheeks. "...just might be better than pussy!" the fennec groaned as the lupine anus clenched up on reflex after the spank.

Slathered with lube and briefly but vigorously fingered, Matt's pucker was in no state to halt the young fox's progress as he pushed more of his cock in, the pink ring wrapping taut around his rod even before he felt the still slim knot bump against it. With Bryce resting as he ground the red bulb against his tail-hole, Matt figured this would go in one of two ways - either the fox would keep the knot out so he could really rail him hard and fast, or he would bury it under the tail he was still gripping. The fennec was absurdly large for someone of his boyish build and Matt dreaded the thought of that red bulge swelling up inside him, considering he felt stretched to the limit just taking the fennec's shaft.

Bryce began to grind up against his ass, mashing the knot against the lubed up ring that was now a thin pink line encircling his cock. When a sharp jab forced the knot in and he felt fresh pain blossom up from under his tail, the wolf was sure that the younger male had made his choice. Folding his ears and hanging his head he resigned himself to being tied like the bitch Roy and Philip and now Bryce thought he was. The fennec would tug and grind, making the already swelling mass shift inside the confines of Matt's ass, until he reached his peak and forced the broken wolf to take every single drop of...

"Aaaahhh!" the wolf cried out, shaken from his shameful thoughts when the knot was ripped from his ass, with several inches of hard vulpine flesh sliding smoothly out.

"Yeah, bark harder bitch. I want mom to hear just what kind of 'man' she married..." the fennec gloated, and when he suddenly shoved his entire cock, including the ever-growing knot back in Matt did just that.

The mention of the woman he'd fallen in love with made his ears perk up on reflex, and he could catch the sounds from the next room, a more feminine counterpart to the noises he'd just made. He'd made Claire moan plenty of times, but she was squealing and yipping now and he could well imagine what Roy was doing to coax those noises from her. After all, the tiger did the same thing to him pretty much every day...

The fox behind him put one hand on his hip, using that and the grip on his tail to keep Matt's ass steady as he began to pound it with more strength than the wolf would have credited him with. He could hear him grunt with every thrust, the impaled lupine biting his lip to keep himself crying out every time the fox' knot forced it's way in and every time the red bulge was yanked out of his messy tail-hole. Thankfully, the fox had almost emptied the tube of lubricant inside him, but that also meant that the swollen mass at the base of his cock was making the most obscene noises as it slid in and out of the lupine behind.

"You know, I heard some of the twinks on campus saying how they can cum from nothing but having someone rail their asses. Are you like that bitch? Are you gonna pop and make a mess when you feel me breeding you like the slut you are?" the grunting fennec asked, but the wolf just kept his ears folded and his head down. Despite the pain of the brutal fucking he could fell his own length slide out and honestly wasn't sure if he would humiliate himself, but he knew the sort of noises he'd wind up making if he opened his mouth to answer the fox.

*******

"I'm not going to hard on you, am I?" Roy asked as he took in the sight of the vixen's stupefied face as she kept her arms wrapped around his neck, holding herself up as best as she could while the tiger palmed one perfect vulpine cheek in each hand as his cock pistoned away between them.

"No! Pleeshe don... don't stop..." Claire panted out, her lush breasts bouncing as the tiger bounced her up and down on his barbed shaft.

"Fuck, your ass is tight... I'm guessing Matt never broke in that bouncy little butt of yours?"

"Wouldn't do it... he said... too demeaning..." the vixen gasped out a reply, her snug little tail hole pulsing around the feline cock pummeling her ass, every thrust serving to push out some of the tiger's load from her thoroughly bred slit.

"Yeah, I can hear him getting demeaned now. But don't worry baby, you've finally got a male who'll give you what you need..." the big cat replied, unsheathing his claws and letting them poke just a little bit into the lush vulpine cheeks resting on in his hands, hoping that Matt caught the sound the vixen bouncing in his lap made when he did.

*******

"Fuck, look at that bitch-prick bounce..." Bryce said as Matt's fully erect shaft swung wildly as his ass was rutted. "You're loving this, aren't you?" he asked, giving the wolf's ass a slap so hard that the fur covering it couldn't muffle the smack of flesh hitting flesh. "When I ask you a question you answer me you whore! I'll ask you again - do you like getting fucked up your ass?"

"Y-yes..." Matt said, feeing shame at the knowledge that it wasn't exactly a lie. He wanted this to be over and was praying that any moment now he'd feel the wet sensation of the younger male breeding his behind, but there was no denying that despite the pain, part of him was responding to the stimulation.

"That's good, because we've got the whole summer ahead of us. And every time I feel like it I'm going to bend you over and breed this bitch-hole of yours. Hell, maybe I'll even ask mom if she'd like to watch..." the fennec mused, all the while pushing his knot in and out of the wolf's lube-drenched ass. "She'll probably be a mess by the time Roy's done. You can go and clean his mess up, after you've licked my cock clean, of course. Because that's all you're good for - being a cum-dump. What are you?"

"A -aah!- cum-dump..." the wolf said, his voice as broken as his rear.

"Then take it you fucking whore!" Bryce growled, giving the wolf suck a hard shove that he actually pushed him over.

With his face flat against the carped and every inch of the young fox buried the wolf was braced to once again feel the swollen knot get ripped out of him, but as Bryce just ground against his ass he knew that for better or for worse the ordeal was over. As the fennec's climax hit him the ball of vulpine flesh grew even bigger, growing and ensuring that despite how loose the brutal fucking had gotten him Matt had no doubt he'd take every drop even now getting churned out of the sack pressed against his own.

He could feel the fennec's hand on his scruff as the fox gripped it tight, keeping his face on the floor as his ass remained raised, tied to the male claiming him with every rope of vulpine spunk the twitching shaft sent spraying into the used wolf's body. The cock throbbed almost violently with each gush of cum, and with the knot pressed against Matt's prostate doing the same he found himself being pushed over his own peak. The pleasure wasn't enough to block out the same of having climaxed like a bitch once again, and as his length sprayed his own seed all over the floor the wolf had little doubt who'd be cleaning the mess up and how. It seemed to take the fox forever to finish blasting his spunk into Matt's behind, and even longer for his knot to start shrinking. Even then Bryce had to use his fingers to pry the wolf's pucker open, the load he'd dumped up the bigger male gushing out when the vulpine shaft finally slipped free.

"Fuck, that's one wrecked ass. Bet I could probably push my fist into this mess..." Matt heart the fennec say as he shoved three or four fingers up his gaping tail-hole. "Well, maybe next time. Now it's time to start cleaning up this mess..." the fox said, and as a cum-drenched paw was pushed against his muzzle the broken wolf folded his ears and began to obediently lick the white goo up, swallowing the fennec's spunk along with whatever was left of his pride. After the young fox was done he pushed his fingers back under the wolf's tail, seeing how far he could stretch him before bringing his messy paw to his muzzle for cleaning. Too broken to care about his pride anymore, the wolf whined and squirmed through it all, but even that wasn't enough to spare him the humiliation at the hands of the fox who now saw him as nothing but a plaything to be used...