The Price for Tail
#2 of My Commissions
Conor the Hyena sells his body for fuel and gets some quality dick time.
The Price for Tail
by nehemia#0415
The world had gone to shit and there was no saving it. Civilizations had collapsed, hierarchies had crumbled, nuclear war raged from desperation to survive and had left everything in ruins. Whole forests had been incinerated to dust; entire cities had been leveled in the blink of an eye. There was no order anymore, and anarchy surged within every crack and crevice.
You did what you had to do to get by these days, and that's exactly what Conor did now. His deep brown eyes scanned the interior of the dilapidated shack he stood within, and he caught his reflection in a broken mirror.
The ashen blond hair that curled over his forehead was as dusty as the lands around, and the scar through his eyebrow somehow seemed more prominent. Raking his fingers through the tangles, the hyena tore his gaze away just in time to see the canister of fuel hitting the ground with a thud.
"This shit's not so easy to get anymore," the other male said. He was a panther a little over two meters tall, covered in obsidian fur and muscles that corded along every inch. His dark gaze swept over Conor. "You'd better be worth the price."
Conor lifted his chestnut-hued muzzle, meeting the panther's stare. Nothing he could say right now would be convincing--but he'd always been better with his body than with words, anyways.
The panther, Jax, gave a slow smile that showed a glint of those vicious, gritty fangs. When he stalked forward, the black leather pants he donned stretched over the muscles of his thighs, shirt already discarded to reveal abs along the core. Admittedly, there was a small wave of relief that washed through Conor at the fact that the panther was actually attractive.
"Get on your knees," Jax growled, glaring down at the hyena before him. Feeling a small gust of dry wind lick across his exposed midriff, Conor yielded a step back as he steadily began to kneel. Jax put his claw-tipped hand on Conor's head to shove him down the rest of the way, causing the hyena to hit the ground on his knees.
Fine. Right to it, then.
Yet his hand remained, and those claws curled against the back of Conor's head as Jax tightened his grip. It didn't hurt yet--but the grip told Conor it could.
"Go on, then, little mutt," Jax practically purred, the words rumbling from his chest. Conor lifted his gaze eye-level to meet the sight of Jax's erection imprinted through his pants, and with deft hands worked to free it from the leather containment.
The panther's cock sprung up, thick and hard and significantly formidable. He was fortunately relatively clean, too, considering the circumstances--and for that the hyena was grateful. Conor leaned forward and opened his mouth just enough to take in the head and swirled his tongue around. A low growl of approval tore from Jax, his hand pressing harder to encourage him for more.
Conor raised those brown eyes of his to meet the panther's stare, a teasing glint in his gaze as his tongue swept over Jax's cock once more. Jax instantly became unhinged and stepped forward with a snarl, forcing Conor back until his head hit the wall behind him and the panther was able to shove himself down his throat.
With a startled yelp, Conor swallowed over half of Jax's length, his ears pressing back with effort. He sold his body for fuel, but he didn't always enjoy every minute of it. The panther's cock was big in his maw, heavy against his tongue. Yet Jax wasted no time and thrusted his hips, taking advantage to throat-fuck the hyena in his vulnerable position.
Conor's eyes closed and lolled his tongue out, laving across the bottom of Jax's cock as it rammed in and out of his muzzle. By now the only sounds were Jax's own groans and the messy gagging elicited from the hyena. The shack was hot, air within stuffy under the sun without the constant relief of wind blowing through. Already they both began to sweat, and the scent stuffed itself up Conor's nose around the relentless pumping.
"Fuck," Jax hissed, gripping Conor's skull to thrust as he pleased. The muscles along his arms and core flexed with every movement, his dark eyes constantly cast downward. "You're a good little cocksucking mutt, aren't you? I'm sure you've had plenty of practice, fucking whore." He emphasized the last word with a vicious thrust that forced a few more inches down Conor's throat, completely silencing the hyena.
Air supply cut off and throat utterly stuffed, Conor quietly choked around the panther, ignoring the saliva that dripped and spilled down his chest. Soon his eyes closed as he fought for consciousness, Jax clearly determined to keep himself buried as deep as he could for as long as he could.
Those claws dug into the back of Conor's head, and he managed a small, pleading whimper. Stars began to dance behind his vision, and panic nearly crept in. He certainly didn't relish the idea of being unconscious around a stranger. But suddenly Jax finally pulled out, granting Conor that sweet, precious lungful of air he so desperately craved--and no sooner than he gasped did the panther use his grip in his hair to force him to his feet.
Jax twisted Conor around to face the wall, using one hand to pin the back of his neck while the other grabbed the hem of Conor's low-riding leather pants and yanked down. The hard wooden walls were dusty and worn down, granting no semblance of comfort. The panther sucked one of his own fingers and reached down between them to glide it over the little puckered rosette.
"You're going to take all of me," he growled. And then he used that hand to guide his length down a bit, tip kissing entrance. Conor, with his cheek pressed into the wall from the panther's relentless grip on his neck, inhaled sharply at the sensation, toes curling against the dirty floor.
Jax pushed forward, managing the first few inches into Conor's ass and stirring a groan from the hyena. Then he slowly pulled out all the way, and suddenly rammed back in again, gaining another inch this time. Conor squirmed and moaned again, earning a tightening of those claws around his throat.
The panther continued his pattern of easing out and slamming in, quickly gaining in speed and power until he was thrusting mercilessly. All nine inches of Jax's thick length were pumping in and out of Conor's ass, deliciously hard and fast. Jax let loose a primal snarl, and his free hand found a new desire.
Arm snaking around the hyena, Jax gripped Conor's hard cock and stroked him roughly but slowly, leisurely, even as he continued fucking his ass relentlessly. Conor barked a groan and braced his hands on the wall for support against the onslaught of thrusting. He wasn't used to his johns pleasuring him--they generally had no care for his climax, but perhaps it aroused Jax to feel Conor's hard cock.
His mind spun, balls tightening as he grew close to climax. He throbbed within the panther's stroking grip as he panted for control. Jax himself was sweating, refusing to let up, even as the entirety of his cock pumped in and out, in and out, over and over again. Their musky scents were prominently heavy now as their bodies moved together, muscles contorting with effort.
But then he suddenly pulled all the way out, leaving Conor gasping with a sudden emptiness. Jax grabbed the back of Conor's worn leather crop top, turning him to the side and bending him over the seat of an abandoned broken-down motorcycle with one wheel. He yanked Conor's pants all the way off, and with him positioned, he grabbed the base of the hyena's tail, forcing it up and back to keep Conor utterly exposed.
Conor adjusted himself slightly atop the worn seat, wincing slightly at the pure vulnerability that came merely from his tail being lifted--but that wince immediately smoothed out when Jax spit on his asshole, the only indication of what was to come. At least, with these things, he was familiar with the process and sensations, and was able to feel a small portion of control.
Jax braced one hand on the hyena's hip, claws digging in, and took only a second to align himself once more before driving in his cock to the base. Conor shouted with pleasure, ears pressing back, as Jax growled and instantly took up his rhythmic pace, slamming his hips against the curve of Conor's ass.
It was harder this time, rougher, with every vicious thrust ending so abruptly that it left the hyena breathless. His cock throbbed again, especially as he felt Jax in him throbbing, too, undeniably close to finding his orgasm. The panther was snarling and growling with a primal need, utterly lost to the lust, one hand still on Conor's hip while the other dug deep claws into the leather of the seat.
He couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop--if only because it felt so fucking good. Jax thrusted without mercy or restraint, pumping himself within the hyena's backside, enjoying the sensation of his entire length being stroked by that abused little hole. His balls were so goddamn tight, but he wanted to take as much as Conor could give him. Conor clutched the broken motorcycle as he endured the panther's lust and need, clenching his jaw.
Jax was utterly consumed by that primal side of him now, pumping so furiously that the motorcycle beneath them creaked alongside Conor's grunts and moans. He tried so long to hold off, but nothing could stop the climax that suddenly barreled into him and sent him careening over the edge.
"Fuck!" he roared, slamming in one last time as pleasure ripped down his spine and shot thick ropes of cum into Conor. Jax panted hard even as he slowly eased out, and Conor whimpered at the notion, inhaling sharply when the final pop resounded from the cock leaving his ass. Cum slowly dripped from the abused hole and started to run down the backs of his thighs, but Jax soon turned him around and had him on his knees again. He himself hadn't climaxed--but as usual, that was never of his client's concern.
"Clean up," Jax demanded, leaning back slightly against the wall so as to enjoy himself. His sweaty, black-furred body was on display, finally relaxed some now that he'd found his climax. Still slightly breathless and numb, Conor leaned in to start at the base, licking along the bottom of the panther's length. His tongue worked obediently, even going down to lap and suck at Jax's balls, which elicited a pleasured groan.
Then he slowly worked his way up, turning and twisting his head to lick along every inch until he made it to the tip and swallowed the entire thing whole. With his nose pressed against the panther's pelvis, Jax couldn't help but growl, ears flat as he looked down.
"Careful, dog, or I'll take you for another round," he warned. Conor only looked up as he gradually eased the cock out of his throat and muzzle, eyes glinting in a way that said another round, another canister. Jax glanced over at the canister still on the floor, as though contemplating what it would take to obtain a second one.
The frustrated growl that tore through the panther satisfied Conor as he finally leaned back, licking his chestnut-hued muzzle. He met Jax's stare again, and said his first words all night.
"I'm worth the price."