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"18...19...20..." Àzuen muttered as he searched for his destination.

The row of residential condos looked like they belonged in a housing development instead of the historic neighborhood; the uniformly modern, boxy homes with their straight lines and industrial design components stuck out against the backdrop of older bungalows. The whole community was going through an upscaling refresh, and Àzuen could see signs for demolition and construction permits on plenty of other homes; as he drove along the row of condos, Àzuen could only guess how much Ollie was paying for both the new construction and premium location right across the road from Kaliah Park. Kaliah Park was one of the most popular green spaces in town thanks to its vast acreage that included lakes, a rec center, nature trails, and sculpture gardens. Kaliah Park North, the burrough where Ollie lived, was second in housing demand only to Rybrook. Àzuen, who lived in Garnet Hill, couldn't help but feel a little like a fish out of water as he parked behind a gleaming Range Rover and emerged from his dust-covered car in front of Number 24, his destination for tonight.

Ollie's home looked identical to the condos on either side with its blue-toned paint job, well-maintained yard, and crisply paved path leading to the orange front door. Àzuen had imagined what kind of place Ollie lived in, but the tall, muscled, blue, and gray wolf hadn't even considered such an upscale spot for his friend. He shrugged to himself and pulled out the bottle of Empire 1919 whiskey before locking his car--with the liquor in hand, he strode up the front walkway.

As he approached the door Àzuen could hear music with a heavy bassline pounding from inside the condo, and wondered just how many people Ollie had invited over--when his friend had said "Poker night", he thought it would be a pretty relaxed affair without too many people. But the music grew louder as his feet carried him onto the pineapple-adorned door mat; judging by the vibrations Àzuen could feel from the music alone, was the condo packed to the rafters with people? The neighbors probably wouldn't have appreciated the noise...

The lupine shrugged to himself again--too late to back out now, he was already here, and he might as well have a good time. He rang the doorbell, and after a minute the door opened to reveal Ollie, a black and gray wolf; although he wasn't as toned as Àzuen on account of spending less time at the gym, he still had a strong build and carried his extra poundage well in his chest and thighs. Ollie was wearing sweats and a jacket over his loose tanktop, and he held a can of beer.

"Aaayy, you made it!" Ollie howled in delight at the sight of his friend on his doorstep, and he hugged Àzuen and clapped him on the back. "Glad you could come!"

"Thanks for having me over!" Àzuen called over the loud music that blared out from behind his friend.

"Of course! Come on in, make yourself at home! What'd you bring here--duuuuude, Empire? You shouldn't have! The guys are gonna love you for this!" Ollie shouted as he led Àzuen into the condo and examined the bottle of whiskey his friend had brought. Àzuen followed Ollie into the open concept kitchen, dining, and den space, where he observed just two other people sitting on the couch--surrounded by snacks and drinks--playing a racing game on Ollie's flatscreen. "Hey hey! Look who's here!" Ollie called as he turned down the music blasting from the speakers, and the two other guests paused the game to look over the couch at the newcomer--Àzuen saw a slim raccoon and an older, portly tiger.

"Guys, this is Àzuen," Ollie said--with the music softly playing now, he continued, "That's Jon"--the raccoon waved his hand with a sloppy grin on his face--"and Luca." The tiger smiled genially and raised a broad hand in greeting.

"Hey, great to meet you," Àzuen said with a wave.

"Likewise, been hearing a lot about you," Luca replied, eyeing the wolf up and down. "Ollie won't stop talking up a storm about you," he snickered.

Àzuen chuckled. "I'm sure he's exaggerated everything he's told you."

"Maybe a few things, but definitely not your taste in whiskey," Ollie retorted, showing off the bottle that Àzuen had brought.

"Man, that's some good shit there," Jon said while Luca whistled low. "We gonna crack that open?"

"Yeah, let me grab some glasses, you all can get set up," Ollie said, gesturing at the circular dining table set for four.

Àzuen shrugged off his jacket and hung it over the back of one of the chairs while Luca and Jon turned off the game and brought their snacks and drinks to the table before they took their seats opposite and to the left of him; as Ollie retrieved glasses from one of the cabinets in the kitchen, Àzuen asked, "So it's just the four of us for tonight?"

"Yeah, it's usually just us three, but we thought it was time to open up the circle a little bit," Luca answered. "Ollie said there was a guy he met at the gym, and..."

"And here I am," Àzuen finished. "Yeah, we'd been doing workouts together for a while and got to know each other."

"And now you get to see what kind of riff-raff he likes to hang around," Luca chuckled.

"You both seem decent so far," Àzuen said casually.

Luca shook his head while Jon began distributing chips. "Just you wait until we start playing. Speaking of, how much Poker have you played? Ollie did say you've got some game."

Àzuen chuckled. "Ah, that's something he exaggerated then," he admitted. "I've played a few games here and there, but nothing serious."

"Aw, come on, man!" Ollie moaned as he brought four glasses over to the table.

"You trying to con us, son?" Luca asked, mocking indignation as Ollie opened the bottle of whiskey and poured. "You wanted to get all our attention on him so we wouldn't see through you bluffing, didn't you?"

Ollie snickered. "Alright, alright, you got me--nice going, Àzuen."

"Ah, shit, I'm sorry," Àzuen playfully grimaced. He took the glass Ollie offered him and took a sip of the whiskey. "Ah, that's good."

"Mmm, beautifully smooth," Luca chuffed. "You know, this'd go great with..." The tiger trailed off as he rooted around in his pocket and pulled out a thick cigar, a cutter, and a lighter. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked Àzuen before he cut the end of the cigar.

"Nope, but Ollie--" Àzuen looked at his host.

"He's been smoking at my place for years. Light it up, old man," Ollie said dismissively before he took a sip of his own whiskey and eased himself into the chair on Àzuen's right while Jon finished doling out the Poker chips. "Besides, Jon already took a hit, the place could probably smell a little more...classy for tonight."

"Oh come on, I smoke that good shit," Jon protested as Luca cut the cigar and began lighting it, puffing as he worked up a red cherry and a wispy stream of smoke. "Maybe a little dank, but you can hardly smell it!"

"Yeah, because now we've got something much better to smell," Luca grunted around the cigar in his mouth. He drew in a mouthful of air, making the cherry burn bright and held it for a few seconds before he relaxed his jaws and released a heavy cloud of smoke laden with the alluring scent of cedar, leather, and just a hint of espresso. "Like Ollie said: Classy," Luca sighed with a contented smile--his dreamy expression made him look even more like a father who had just finished a long day's work.

Jon rolled his eyes and elbowed the thickset tiger in the ribs before taking a drink.

"So what's the buy-in for tonight?" Àzuen asked, changing the subject.

"Buy-in?" Jon looked at him quizzically.

"Yeah...don't we all have to do a starting payment for the...prize pool?" Àzuen asked, sounding more unsure as he spoke and looked at the bemused faces that Jon and Luca were pulling.

"Prize...oooooh, man, you're talking like real Poker?" Jon snickered. He shook his head and waved his hand as he leaned forward in his seat. "Ollie, how much'd you tell him?"

"Apparently not everything," Luca admonished.

Ollie grumbled. "Oh come on, when it's Poker night and it's just guys playing..." he looked at Àzuen, trying to read him. "You...you understand, right?"

"Understand what?" Àzuen returned.

"It's strip Poker," Jon snickered.

Àzuen felt his stomach flip in both nerves and excitement, and his eyes widened in interest. "Really?"

Jon and Luca guffawed while Ollie barked shortly in laughter.

"Well, that got his attention!" Jon sniggered.

Àzuen raised his hands in mock surrender. "Busted. Although you're not doing this just for me, right?"

"Nah, we started playing that way a while ago, and just never went back to traditional...where's the fun in that?" Luca quipped before he puffed on his cigar again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you like that," Ollie said ruefully after composing himself. "It's alright if you don't want to--"

"No, no, it's fine, I'm still in," Àzuen cut over him reassuringly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it'll be fun! Besides, what better way to get to know you guys?" he said, nodding at Luca and Jon. "Plus, that's money I get to keep in my bank account."

"That's the spirit--you picked a good one," Luca paternally told Ollie with a wink. He grabbed the deck of cards in the middle of the table and began to shuffle them. "Stop right there, kid," he told Àzuen, making the wolf pause in his tracks--he had just been reaching for his jacket sleeve, intending to give himself an extra layer. "Since we're about to get started, no putting that jacket back on. We're all starting with only the layers we've got on, nothing more."

Àzuen glanced around the table, sizing up his opponents--there was Ollie in his sweats, tanktop, and jacket, Luca in shorts, an undershirt, a button-up, and a thin pullover, and Jon wearing jeans, an undershirt, and a light hoodie; out of everyone at the table, Àzuen was wearing the least, and not just because he didn't have his jacket on. While rushing to get dressed and get out the door so he could be on time for tonight, he'd neglected to open his dryer and put on a pair of fresh underwear--there was nothing at all between his butt and his jeans. Àzuen gulped nervously, and watched Luca shuffle the deck, sending out a silent prayer for lucky deals and that he wouldn't have to reveal the fact that he was going commando. He cleared his throat and did his best to sound nonchalant as he replied, "Well, that puts me at a little bit of a disadvantage, but I'll just have to make sure you all lose a little more so we're on even footing."

"Ooh, there's some confidence! I like that," Luca chuckled while Ollie and Jon winked at each other.

Àzuen grinned in spite of himself before he grabbed a few pretzels and took another sip of whiskey. "So how long have you been doing these Poker nights?" he asked.

"Oh maybe...twice a month for the last, what, three years now?" Ollie estimated.

"Sounds about right," Jon agreed, settling back in his chair as he fidgeted with a few Poker chips.

"And how long did it take for it to get to Strip Poker?" Àzuen prompted.

Luca chortled. "Probably after 10 nights, we all just said 'fuck it, why not?' We'd gotten to know each other pretty well by then. Ollie tell you how we met?"

Àzuen shook his head.

"Well, Jon and I work together, and his girlfriend used to work with Ollie before she got a new job," Luca began. "Anyway, she invited him to join us for trivia at..."

"Loco's," Jon took up. "Trivia Tuesdays, $5 margarita pitchers. It was shit tequila, but still pretty good. Ollie ended up carrying our team for the most part."

"Except when it came to movie and sports trivia, those were all Luca," Ollie added with a nod toward the tiger.

"So, while we're playing and all that, we start talking, getting along really well, and next thing we know, we've got our first Poker night set up," Luca continued. "Things go on from there, and..."

"We've all fucked around," Jon said abruptly.

Ollie and Luca paused, glancing between Àzuen, who looked taken aback, and Jon, who was still fidgeting with his Poker chips.

"What? I thought that was the point we were getting to, right?" Jon said.

It was Àzuen's turn to guffaw. "You're...you're serious? Wait, don't you have a girlfriend?" he asked Jon.

"Oh, yeah, but this is just...free time with my friends," Jon shrugged. "She's alright with it like that."

"It's no big deal, really," Ollie added. "We all like each other, but it's not like we're...in love with each other or anything like that. Just us having some fun and blowing off some steam you know?"

"By blowing each other?" Àzuen joked.

"Well, maybe more than that," Ollie admitted, smirking.

"Oh please...a lot more than that," Luca chuffed. He looked meaningfully at Àzuen. "A lot of our Poker nights end up with somebody getting fucked." Àzuen felt the heat in his chest rise as his sheath started to fill.

"No pressure at all for you to join in on that if you don't want to," Luca continued. "But a strapping lad like you...and I figured Ollie might've invited you because he thought--"

"Unless I got you wrong, which--" Ollie started.

Àzuen leaned forward in his seat. "Oh no, you've...you've got my attention gentlemen."

Luca laughed. "Well, now that's gonna make tonight even more interesting! How much of your attention do we have? Semi?"

Àzuen grinned as he spread his legs under the table, feeling the weight of his sheath grow and the tip of his cock brush up against the inside of his jeans. "Definitely getting that way. You've got me curious what kind of stuff you like to get into together."

"Well, you might just find out for yourself depending on the hands you get, son," Luca said with a wink. He took a sip of his whiskey before announcing, "Alright, boys, the game is seven card Stud Poker. Four chip ante, the house deals."

Everyone around the table put their four Poker chips in the middle of the table before Luca handed the shuffled deck of cards to Ollie. The wolf dealt two cards face-down, then the third card face-up.

"Ace, king, nine, and four," Ollie observed as he dealt to Àzuen, Jon, Luca, and himself respectively.

Everyone looked at their face-down cards--Àzuen saw that he had an ace and a two. So far he could make a pair, but he saw Ollie's eyebrows rise; maybe the wolf's hand was even better?

"Alright, I'll bet three," Ollie said, tossing in three chips.

Àzuen shrugged. "Call," he said, adding another three chips.

Luca and Jon both called, as well, adding their chips to the pile.

Ollie dealt the next set of face-up cards: a queen to Àzuen, two to Jon, queen to Luca, and king to Ollie. "Best hand, ace and queen," Ollie said to Àzuen.

"Bet another two," Àzuen said, tossing in his chips.

The rest of the table called, which took them to the next set, giving Àzuen another ace, Jon a five, Luca a six, and Ollie a jack. Àzuen's tail wagged when he checked his facedown cards again and realized he already had three of a kind in aces. Based on everyone else's cards he could see, he didn't think anyone at the table had a flush or better...would that mean he had the best hand?

"Bet another five," he said confidently as he put his chips in the pile.

"Fold," said Jon, removing his cards from play.

Luca stared hard at Àzuen, studying him through the cigar smoke. "Call," he rumbled, adding his chips.

"I'll see five, and raise another two," Ollie said, adding a total of seven chips. Àzuen's tail twitched nervously as he looked at his friend, surprised--Ollie had a king and a jack from different suits, so he had to be bluffing about how good his hand was, right?

The next set of cards was a six to Àzuen, two to Luca, and seven to Ollie. Jon took another sip of whiskey while he watched his companions play.

"Another five," Ollie murmured, putting his chips in the pile.

Àzuen looked between Ollie and Luca, who both glared back at him. He shrugged, then nonchalantly pushed a stack of nine chips into the pile.

Luca grumbled. "Fold."

Ollie laughed. "Already? You're usually raising the stakes as high as you can in the first round, man."

"Oh, I'm just enjoying the show, son," Luca grunted between puffs of his cigar. He drained his glass of whiskey before he continued, "Your friend here's giving you a run for...well, I would say he's giving you a run for your money, but that's not what we're playing for."

"He must really want you naked if he upped the ante that much," Jon chuckled, nodding at the stack of chips that Àzuen had added.

"Well, we'll just have to see what Lady Luck has in store for us," Ollie said to Àzuen before dealing the final face-down card.

Àzuen peeked at the card he'd received: a ten. He sighed, but his tail thumped against his seat. "Well, Ollie...with a hand like this, I would fold," he said dramatically, "but I think yours might be even worse. So"--he placed another stack of nine chips in the pile--"why don't you take something off for us already?"

Ollie watched him carefully, rubbing his chin. "You think you're that good?"

Àzuen's tail wagged. "Maybe...but are you willing to take the chance that I'm not?"

Ollie drummed his fingers on the table for a moment, then pushed his own stack of nine chips into the middle of the table.

"Shall we?" Ollie said, turning over his cards.

Àzuen did the same.

"Three of a kind," he declared.

Ollie winced. "Two pair," he groaned.

Luca and Jon whistled and clapped while Àzuen, grinning widely, pulled his winnings in. Meanwhile, Ollie removed his jacket, revealing his toned arms and the tanktop that clung to his defined torso.

"First layer gone! Just how many more will he lose tonight?" Luca leered as Ollie tossed his jacket aside.

"Just you wait, I think you're gonna show some more fur pretty soon, my friend," Ollie jabbed back at him. He finished off his glass of whiskey and refilled it before topping up everyone else's. "Now, who's ready for the next round?"

The second round saw Àzuen end up with a king, a nine, a four, a jack, a two, and a five by the sixth deal. Ollie and Luca had dropped out two deals prior, leaving just Àzuen and Jon to drive up each other's bets. By the sixth deal, Àzuen's tail was fluttering sporadically while he was praying for a win; he'd begun to realize how much trouble he'd be in if he lost. His first-round nerves had been replaced with tipsy bravado (mainly thanks to his generous gulps of whiskey through the round), and, in his overconfidence, Àzuen had inflated the prize pot significantly this time around, putting 30 chips of his own on the line.

"So, you feeling lucky tonight, buddy?" Jon asked after Ollie dealt the final facedown cards.

Àzuen looked at his facedown card: an ace. He inwardly groaned, knowing just how terrible his hand was, but concentrated on keeping his expression neutral.

"I don't know about lucky, I'm just working hard to get you all out of those layers. But with a hand this good, it's not that hard at all," Àzuen said at last--his tail twitched agitatedly against his seat as he shoved another 10 chips into the pot. "What about you?"

Jon's eyes narrowed as he stared at Àzuen, then grinned while he matched Àzuen's bet. "I don't think I'll be losing my shirt anytime soon."

The raccoon flipped his cards to reveal three eights, two sevens, a ten, and a five. Àzuen's eyes widened and he felt his stomach drop when he realized just how right Jon was.

"Ooh, that doesn't look good," Luca snickered at the stricken look on Àzuen's face.

"Come on, let's see how bad it is," Ollie egged on.

Reluctantly, Àzuen turned over his cards to display his hand.

"Full house beats an ace high card!" Jon announced gleefully. He raked in his chips while Ollie and Luca clinked their glasses in celebration, and Àzuen groaned. "You were talking all that good shit about having a good hand--you dirty liar," Jon winked jocularly. "Well, you know how it works, man, you gotta take it off!" Jon encouraged the wolf.

Àzuen rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine..." he reached down to his waist and pulled up at the hem of his black polo shirt--part of his belly was exposed as he separated the polo from his undershirt, which he pulled back down over his stomach while he tugged up on the black fabric. The wolf pulled the polo over his head and tossed the shirt to the side, leaving him in just his white undershirt and jeans.

"Might wanna be careful how much bluffing and betting you do next time, you're looking a little low on chips there, son," Luca advised, nodding at Àzuen's diminished pile of Poker chips.

"Well, someone had to make things interesting--I thought you were the big better here," Àzuen quipped recklessly before polishing off his glass of whiskey.

Luca chuckled. "I like to wait for the right time to bet big...at the rate you're going, though, I don't think I'll have to wait too long."

Ollie gathered up the cards and began shuffling for the next round. "Alright, let's roll, boys."

Poker night carried on--the next few hours passed with idle conversation, smack talk, and goads to raise bets and fold whenever possible. Eventually, the large bottle of Empire 1919 that Àzuen had brought sat empty on the table, and Jon, Ollie, Luca, and Àzuen were feeling comfortably buzzed. But it didn't take long for Ollie to produce a full bottle of Dovetail scotch from his liquor cabinet, and soon the flavors of oak and ginger on Àzuen's tongue were replaced by the tastes of smoky peat and honey while Ollie dealt the next hand. By the time 10 PM rolled around, a smoky haze had settled over the table as Luca had puffed away on two thirds of his cigar and the only things left in the snack bowls were salty crumbs and a handful of granola. As for the players, Jon sat in his undershirt and boxers, Ollie in his pants, Luca in just his boxer briefs, and Àzuen, reduced to only his jeans, too--having won two rounds, folded out of five, and lost two--had just been forced to show an abysmal hand for his third loss of the night.

"Well, well, well...all that bluffing and your chickens finally came home to roost," Ollie snickered--the black and gray wolf had won the final deal with a full house, while Àzuen, his tail quivering with nerves until the last moment, showed only a pitiful high card with a ten of diamonds. Ollie shook his head sardonically, tsking his friend. "Oh, too bad for you. You know what comes next."

Àzuen grimaced, sucking his teeth. "Ah...about that..."

All eyes were glued intently on the gray and white wolf.

"I'm not...exactly..."

A heavy silence hung over the table. Then Jon guffawed, the first to realize where Àzuen was going. "Oh shit, man...you're not wearing underwear?"

Àzuen hung his head, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks, while Jon, Ollie, and Luca all roared with laughter, slapping their thighs and shaking their heads as their chuckles and snorts filled the kitchen.

"It was laundry day, okay?" Àzuen called defensively, but his companions' mirth was infectious, and he couldn't stop himself from laughing at his own misfortune along with them.

When everyone finally settled down, Luca wiped a tear from his eye and shook himself, getting back down to business. "Oh, I haven't laughed like that in a long while. Okay, kid, you know the drill."

"Wait, what?" Àzuen yelped.

"Rules are rules, you gotta take 'em off," Luca grunted assertively.

"He's right, that's the way it works," Ollie said while Jon nodded in agreement.

Àzuen looked between them, ready to protest, but he knew he wouldn't get far in arguing about it. He rolled his eyes and sighed in acceptance, a grin playing on his face. "Alright, alright, here you go," he grumbled in good humor as he stood. He saw everyone watch closely while he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then slowly shuffled them down, revealing his hips, pelvis, and at last his plump sheath with the tip of his cock poking out.

"Hehe, someone's been having a good time!" Ollie observed while Àzuen pushed his pants further down.

"Ah, he just wanted to get in on the fun," Àzuen chuckled, looking down at the blue tip that emerged from his sheath.

"Sooo, now you know the dangers of going commando, huh?" Luca grinned around his cigar; he eyed Àzuen while the wolf kicked his pants away. "Gotta say, though, I'm appreciating the view a lot more this time around, it's usually this one who's down to his birthday suit first." He nudged Jon as he spoke.

"I'm on my game tonight, man," the raccoon said amiably, bobbing his head.

Àzuen settled back in his seat, rubbing his butt against the cushion under him while his balls lay low between his legs--if he was going to be the first to be nude, why not just roll with it and enjoy himself? Plus the whiskey, scotch, and conversation made him feel much more comfortable in just his fur than he would have been sober with his friend and two strangers. "I can see how much you're enjoying it," he noted with a smirk--even though the older tiger's musclegut hung over his waistband, Àzuen could see the visible outline of a thick bulge in the green and white boxer briefs. Luca chuffed and reached down to his crotch, readjusting the evidently meaty pole that was straining against the fabric under his palm. Àzuen placed his hand on the last stack of 12 chips he had as he continued, "Although I'm not through with you yet."

"Them's fighting words," Luca growled playfully while Ollie shuffled the cards for the next round. "But I don't think you've got anything to back them up. No more clothes means you're out of the game, son."

Ollie grimaced. "Sorry to say, but it's true--you really should've worn underwear tonight, man."

Àzuen glanced at the impressive stacks of chips in front of Luca, Ollie, and Jon, then down at himself. His pulse quickened as the idea came to him, and his cock twitched in his sheath when he imagined the possible outcome. Àzuen chuckled to himself, then leaned forward and shoved his 12 chips into the middle of the table.

"Deal me in."

Ollie paused, his eyebrows raised. "What're you betting with?"

Àzuen grinned as he looked around the table. "Well, gotta make it interesting, right? Winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser. How does that sound?"

Ollie and Jon guffawed while Luca chuffed again and shook his head. "I knew you picked a good one for tonight, boy," the tiger said to Ollie, pushing his stack of chips into the middle of the table. "I'm in."

"I was wondering when we'd get to it," Ollie admitted with a smirk. "Jon?"

"Fuck it, man, let's have some fun," the raccoon said, shoving in his chips, too.

"Alright, for the big prize pot, last round of the night, gentlemen," Ollie announced as he began dealing the cards.

Once everyone received their starting hands for the final round, Ollie pushed his pile of chips into the middle of the table and looked at his facedown cards. Jon and Luca did the same before Àzuen looked at what he'd received: a faceup six of spades and a facedown seven of spades and four of diamonds. At the very least he could see that Ollie had gotten a five of clubs, Luca a queen of spades, and Jon a king of clubs.

"Still in?" Ollie asked Jon.

The raccoon nodded. Ollie pointed at Luca, who puffed on his cigar and nodded as well.

"Still in," Àzuen answered when Ollie pointed at him, too.

"And dealer's still in, let's see...seven for the house, no hope there, nine for Luca, mixed bag for the tiger, king for Jon, already got two of a kind, and five for the newcomer...and possibly a straight flush?" Ollie finished as he dealt the cards, noting the five of spades that had landed in front of Àzuen.

Luca growled playfully. "You stack the deck for him, son?"

Ollie held up his hands. "That's how the cards fall, old man."

"Hmm, we'll see about that. Still in," the tiger rumbled.

"In," Jon added lazily.

Ollie looked at Àzuen, who nodded.

The next deal saw Ollie receive a ten of clubs, Luca an ace of clubs, Jon a four of diamonds, and Àzuen a three of spades. The wolf's heart jumped and his tail wagged--he realized he could take the whole pot if he could get either an eight of spades or a four of spades for a straight flush, just like Ollie had observed. He looked up from his cards to see Luca studying him, a contemplative gleam in his eyes and a thin grin on his face. The portly tiger puffed on his cigar again, then leaned back in his chair easily, scratching his belly. The sight of Luca lazily--almost lasciviously--doing so was turning Àzuen on, encouraging his cock to swell halfway out of his sheath under the table, and it twitched in the open air.

"How're we feeling, boys?" Luca grunted.

Ollie grimaced and shook his head. "Gonna have to fold, can't make it on this one."

"Aw, laaaame, I wanted to see what you were gonna make Àzuen do," Jon whined sarcastically.

"Hey, you could get him for yourself...unless either he or Luca takes the pot," Ollie said, nodding at the wolf and tiger. "Still in for another deal?"

"Hit me, boy," Luca told him.

"Let's go," Àzuen said, silently praying for either one of the cards he needed.

After Jon said he was still in, too, Ollie passed out the next round of cards. Luca received an ace of spades, which Àzuen saw gave him at least two of a kind. The wolf's heart sank when he saw Jon get the eight of spades that he needed, and Àzuen clenched his jaw when he saw the card Ollie dealt for him: a queen of clubs.

Jon groaned. "I'm gonna have to fold."

"Well, now, look what Lady Luck has in store for us," Luca chuckled at Àzuen. His tail flicked back and forth as he leaned over the table and took another draught of scotch from his glass. "If you fold now, I can go pretty easy on you."

Àzuen's tail swished in his chair and he felt his cock swell in his sheath, but he kept his tone even as he asked. "And if I don't?"

The tiger's grin grew wide and he reached down to his crotch, readjusting the bulge in his boxer briefs. "Then you're gonna have a long night ahead of you."

Àzuen bit his lip, imagining what the tiger might be envisioning for him, then he shook his head. "Pretty big talk for someone who hasn't won yet."

"And you think you've got a chance?" Luca retorted, amused.

Àzuen glanced down at the tiger's cards--he didn't know what Luca had for his facedown cards, but his gut was telling him that they couldn't be good. The big tiger had to be bluffing. "More of a chance than what you've got," he said confidently.

Luca grunted. "Hmm...I think we're gonna find out one way or another."

Ollie took that as his cue to deal the final cards facedown. Àzuen stared into Luca's eyes, and the tiger's unwavering gaze met the wolf's. They sat silent, tense, each refusing to be the first to break and check his hand. Àzuen raised his eyebrows teasingly. Luca's eyes narrowed to piercing slits. Àzuen took a breath and Luca drew in another mouthful of air, setting the cherry on the end of his cigar aglow through the smoky haze that had settled around the table. Under the table, Àzuen's cock twitched again as visions of Luca sucking him off and rolling his tongue around his dick paraded through the wolf's mind. The seconds slowed and ticked by glacially, Àzuen's steely blue eyes locked onto the green-tinted gold of Luca's stare.

"Fuck, man, you two are gonna bang, just flip your cards already," Jon moaned at last, exasperated.

Àzuen and Luca snorted and sniggered as Ollie said, "Aw, come on, you ruined it! They had a thing going!"

"It's not my fault they were taking too long!" the raccoon protested. "Just, count of three, okay?"

"Alright, boy, keep your shirt--fuck," Luca chuckled, shaking his head as he got his cards ready to turn over.

"Moment of truth," Àzuen said, his tail wagging as he prepared his cards, too.

"1...2..." Jon began.

Àzuen winked cockily at Luca.

"3!"

Both the tiger and wolf turned the facedown cards over at the same time. Àzuen kept his eyes on his own hand, and his heart leapt when he saw that the final card he'd been dealt was a four of spades, giving him...

"A straight flush, and your ass is mine," Àzuen declared, looking arrogantly up at Luca.

Luca looked momentarily at a loss for words. "Ah..." He then closed his mouth and shook his head to himself, chuckling. Àzuen's smile shrank as he watched the tiger's reaction, and his eyebrows rose when Luca at last said, "Are you sure about that?"

Àzuen looked down at Luca's hand. Even though it took a moment for his mind to process what he was seeing, the cards were clear as day, sealing the wolf's fate: somehow, against all odds, Luca had secured a royal flush in spades.

"Now ain't that a surprise," Luca said rhetorically.

"I...you..." Àzuen was at a loss for words.

"What was that about my ass being yours?" Luca said, scratching his chin as Ollie and Jon laughed and moaned gleefully. "Think we're gonna have to turn that around. Speaking of which, let's see what we're working with."

"What?" Àzuen asked, dumbstruck.

"Stand up and turn around," Luca instructed.

"Do it, do it, do it," Ollie and Jon chanted in unison, egging him on.

Àzuen opened his mouth, but whatever half-formed protest he was about to say died in his throat. Part of him did want to back out...but he'd made the bet, he had no one to blame for his situation but himself. Ollie and Jon kept chanting while Luca watched him expectantly, Àzuen could feel any resistance he had crumble away. After all, what kind of impression would he be making if he backed out on an agreement he'd come up with? And more than that, as his tail wagged and he grinned in spite of himself, he had to admit that there was something highly arousing about being the prize for tonight's Poker game, to be at the mercy of the winner...especially since the winner was a thickset, burly, older tiger like Luca--Àzuen's cock, already halfway out of his sheath, stiffened further at the prospect. Really, the only embarrassing thing about the whole affair would be everyone else seeing how excited he was. But considering how much it sounded like the guys fooled around with each other, Àzuen wouldn't be embarrassed for very long.

The gray and white wolf snorted and hung his head, facetiously conceding defeat. "Alright, alright, get a good look," Àzuen said before he stood from his chair. Doing his best to ignore the fact that Luca, Jon, and Ollie's eyes darted immediately to his semi-erect cock, he seductively wiggled his hips for a moment and smoothly slid his hands down his sides.

"The dance is a nice touch, but I ooooooh..." Luca trailed off as Àzuen turned on the spot and swished his tail, then raised it.

Luca whistled low at the sight of the taut, white-furred buns that greeted him. "Now those look good enough to eat," the tiger growled appreciatively. Àzuen snickered, imagining that Luca was fondling himself through his boxer briefs under the table. "Such a shame I couldn't see them for the whole game."

"Glad you're getting a good eyeful now," Àzuen responded, shaking his ass side to side while he wagged his tail.

"Oh, I'm getting more than that, boy. How about you bend over for me?"

Àzuen did as instructed, leaning down to raise his butt higher. He reached up and grabbed the sides of his upper thighs and pulled, spreading his cheeks apart to reveal the puckered hole that lay in the valley between them.

"Oh fuck, you're just a tease, aren't you?" Luca rumbled.

"Gotta say, he's a tease with a good ass," Jon sniggered. "Really wishing I'd gotten the good hand."

"Heh, you can still get in on the action," Luca said, his eyes glued on Àzuen's inviting rear.

"Oh we will, but you need to take your time enjoying the prize first," said Ollie, leaning back in his chair and polishing off his glass of scotch.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Luca chuckled--Àzuen chanced a glance backwards at the tiger sitting opposite him and saw that Luca's arm was methodically pumping up and down, his hand obviously gripping the bulge in his crotch. Satisfied, the wolf looked back down at the floor and leaned further forward while he widened his stance, exposing his ass even more. Luca growled admiringly before he took up, "Although, Ollie, I'm gonna need you to..."

"Yeah?" Ollie asked, interested.

"Mmhmm."

Ollie smirked. "Well, if you insist."

Àzuen paused, waiting to see what Luca was getting his friend to do.

SMACK.

"Unf!" Àzuen jumped and winced, making his hole wink in response to Ollie's firm slap on his ass cheek.

"Damn, I knew you worked out, but I could bounce a penny off that butt," Ollie smirked, rubbing his stinging palm.

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that, now I want him even more," Luca chuffed. "How'd you like that?" he called over to Àzuen.

"Hehe, can I get another?" Àzuen said mischievously.

Luca grinned. "You heard him, son," he told Ollie, who raised his hand.

SMACK.

Àzuen jumped again, but he kept his ass--stinging cheeks and all--exposed for his audience.

"Mmm, that's nice," Luca moaned.

Àzuen heard the tiger grunt as he stood from his chair, and the wolf looked back to see Luca approaching him. "Think I need a closer look," the older tiger muttered. He placed a heavy, broad hand on Àzuen's back and raked his fingers through his fur. "So soft...and strong..." Luca mused, rubbing and pressing on the muscles beneath his palm.

Shivers ran up Àzuen's spine as Luca continued rubbing his back, and the wolf felt himself relax even more under the tiger's hand. "Oooh, that feels so good," Àzuen moaned softly.

"Yeah? And how about..." Luca trailed his hand down, down, over the small of Àzuen's back and around the top of his ass before letting his fingers drift downward, lightly dragging his claws over the wolf's ass crack and gently pressing on the pliable rim of his hole. Àzuen sucked his teeth and groaned at the sensation, but Luca, grinning deviously, went even further, tracing downward along Àzuen's taint to the back of his balls. "...this?" The tiger gently wrapped his large fingers around Àzuen's testicles, holding the wolf's balls in his fist. Luca clenched, squeezing the nuts in his hand just enough to raise the pressure on the sensitive organs.

"Awrooooo," Àzuen howled low in bliss, relishing how warm and tight Luca's all-encompassing grip felt around his balls--it had been so long since he'd been held like this, and being at the mercy of such a large and fatherly man like Luca was just icing on the cake.

"Yeah, that's a good boy," Luca grunted around the cigar still in his mouth. He kept his grip on Àzuen's balls constant--with his fingers cinched around the neck of the wolf's scrotum, Luca tugged down in pulses, lightly yanking and relaxing, lightly yanking and relaxing, and making Àzuen pant and whine with each pull of his balls.

"Careful, don't wanna go breaking him like that," Ollie said.

"Oh, you know I've got the magic touch, don't you worry," Luca snickered before he loosened his hold to the point where he still cupped Àzuen's hefty balls in his palm. With his free hand, he gripped Àzuen's left ass cheek and kneaded it, eliciting a gasp and a growl of pleasure from the wolf. As taut as the thick mound was, it rolled easily under Luca's strong digits--he dug his fingers in, feeling out the thick bands of muscle in Àzuen's glute to coax more grunts and yips from his prize.

"Mmm, tight"--Luca pulsed his grip on the cheek--"as"--squeeze--"a"--squeeze-- "drum!" Luca roughly let go of Àzuen's ass and slapped the cheek, getting another excited gasp from the wolf. "Gonna enjoy filling that ass, son," Luca growled.

With Àzuen still bent over, the tiger at last released with balls and dragged his fingers back up along the wolf's taint and between his cheeks until he reached the hole that was needily winking up at him. "Hehe, you must want it bad, don't you, boy?" Luca growled, rapidly tapping his finger against the rim, making a moist pap-ap-ap-ap sound.

Àzuen couldn't stop himself, Luca's teasing was just too good. "Oh fuck yes, please," he huffed, wagging his ass enticingly.

"Soon, boy," Luca assured him--his tapping on Àzuen's hole slowed to a stop and he began to push his thick digit against the wolf's anus, insistently prodding at the opening. "Very"--Luca's finger sank in up to his first knuckle, pushing a moan out of Àzuen's mouth--"sooooon."

Luca worked his finger in and out of Àzuen's hole, sliding it into the tight warmth before pulling out, then plunging back in again. Àzuen stayed rooted to the spot, bent over while the burly tiger cupped his balls in one hand and used his other to expertly finger him and tease his prostate. Àzuen's cock swelled from the attention, surging out of his sheath and drooping downward under its own weight as it engorged. The only thing keeping his dick from hanging down completely was his knot still trapped inside his sheath. But he could feel it inflating to the point where it would soon pop free of its warm confines--Luca just had to keep going, keep teasing his hole and encouraging him to widen more for the big cock that was sure to fill him. The tiger was certainly doing just that--Àzuen moaned as the minutes passed by with Luca attending to his ass and swirling his finger around his insides. Soon Àzuen was loose enough for the tiger to graduate from one finger to two, and before the wolf knew it his hole was eagerly accepting three fingers.

"Fuck, that hole's hungry," Luca observed huskily, twisting his fingers around inside Àzuen's hole, stretching the rim. He withdrew his fingers and patted Àzuen's back. "Alright, up you get, boy, don't want all the blood rushing to your head like that."

Luca was right--as Àzuen stood up straight again, he felt a sudden rush as the blood that had been collecting in his head suddenly left, leaving him momentarily disoriented. But that was only a small case of dizziness compared to the lustful rush that came when Luca, who had swiftly maneuvered himself to stand in front of Àzuen, powerfully gripped the wolf's chin and the back of his head, forced it upward, and, after drawing in another mouthful of air through his cigar, kissed him.

Àzuen's eyes widened, then softly closed as he moaned and accepted the muzzleful of thick smoke that Luca blew into his mouth. The flavors of cedar, leather, and espresso flooded his senses before giving way to Luca's natural taste as the tiger's tongue filled his mouth; the thick pad of muscle slid easily over Àzuen's palate and teeth, then reached for his throat. Àzuen suckled on the tongue and held his muzzleful of smoke as Luca breathed heavily in his face, rumbling loudly. Tongues slipped against teeth, teeth snagged onto lips, and lips slid against each other as Luca and Àzuen swapped as much saliva as they could. The wolf reached up and held onto Luca's shoulders before encircling the broad tiger in his embrace, pulling him in closer, drawing himself up against the large belly that rested against his own muscled abs and pushing his hips forward for his cock--free and unconstrained--to grind against Luca's throbbing, engorged member still trapped in his boxer briefs. They stayed locked like that for only a few moments, but it felt like so much longer in that smoky space. Eventually, though, they broke apart, Àzuen huffing as he released his mouthful of cigar smoke that had once been Luca's.

"Love shotgunning a boy like that," Luca chuffed. He removed his cigar and put it in Àzuen's mouth--Àzuen obediently held it in his jaws and closed his lips around it while Luca continued, "Why don't you have a few more puffs on that while you and I get better acquainted..."

Before Àzuen could protest, Luca half-carried and half-dragged him away from the dining table, leaving Jon and Ollie behind.

"Save a little of him for the rest of us!" Ollie called behind them.

"You'll get your turn with him," Luca grunted, roughly groping Àzuen on their way to the couch. Àzuen allowed Luca to deposit him on the leather sofa, where he got comfy on his back and Luca sank to his knees on the floor. The tiger grabbed the wolf by the ankles and hoisted them into the air, pulling Àzuen forward so his rump hung off of the edge of the couch and raising his legs to expose his ass again. Luca winked at him before lowering himself to the point where he was face-to-face with Àzuen's hole and holding his upper thighs in his hands to keep his legs up. "I just need a little more is all."

In an alcohol and hormone-fueled haze, Àzuen puffed on the cigar and stirred as Luca nuzzled the underside of his balls. The tiger's broad, cool nose felt so good against his warm testicles, and his warm breath washed over his groin while he huffed on Àzuen's taint. As Luca drew closer to his rear entrance, Àzuen realized that maybe he should pause the action before the abundantly horny tiger got in too deep.

"Wait, I don't know if I'm clean enou--oooohhhh fffffuuuuuu," he cut himself off with a moan as Luca licked over his hole and skillfully slid his wide tongue into his rectum, spreading his inner walls apart with ease. "Oh-oh-ooooh," Àzuen panted. Luca noisily sucked and nibbled on the rim as if he were nursing on it while his tongue swirled over Àzuen's insides.

The wolf couldn't stop himself from squirming while his lower half vibrated from the force of Luca's powerful rumblings alone. The tiger clenched harder on his thighs as he ate out the wolf, slathering his rectum with viscous drool. All thoughts of cleanliness faded from Àzuen's mind as he puffed more on Luca's cigar, huffed from the sensations of being so intimately assaulted, and whined with desire for the tiger to devour him completely. Luca pulled Àzuen even further off of the couch, supporting his ass and bobbing his hips up and down as he kept eating--practically gnawing on the wolf's hole as he passionately worked it over--and growling, clearly losing himself to his more carnal appetite.

Àzuen's cock jostled with the motions Luca was putting him through, and the wolf was so aroused that he was freely leaking slick pre into his fur. His knot swelled so much in his sheath that it was sure to pop out at any moment, but Àzuen was too enraptured by Luca's treatment to keep track of his cock. All he felt was pleasure, pure and simple, as the tiger's tongue slicked up his guts.

"Oh man, he's really going to town on him," Jon observed from the dining table.

Àzuen looked over at the table to see that both Jon and Ollie had fully stripped as well and were sitting in their chairs, languidly masturbating as they watched the show he and Luca were putting on. Àzuen grinned and lay back, submitting to the spasms of pleasure that ran through his body.

Luca's rimming went on for another ten minutes--Àzuen gripped the leather couch cushions while the tiger raked his teeth over his hole, kneaded his cheeks, loosened his ass even further, and practically funneled thick saliva into his rectum with his tongue in between spurts of vigorously lapping his guts. Eventually, Luca withdrew his tongue with a schlorp, leaving Àzuen's hole gaping beautifully as it dripped with drool. The tiger straightened up, giving Àzuen a good view: the sides of his furred face were wet and matted with his own spit, and he licked his lips, clearly satisfied.

"Hehe, you taste clean enough to me, boy," Luca chuckled, patting Àzuen's thigh. "And with a spitshine like that, I don't think you're gonna give me any problems."

"If you're sure," Àzuen groaned around the cigar still in his mouth.

"'Course I'm sure," Luca said paternally, smiling down at the wolf. "Now, let me take that." He reached forward and plucked the stub of the cigar from Àzuen's lips. Àzuen watched him place the still-lit stub on an empty plate on the coffee table behind him, then open one of the table drawers. Luca pulled out a bottle of clear lube and squirted some into his hand. "And you can get these off of me," he continued, standing so he now loomed over Àzuen, his boxer briefs-clad bulge eye-level with the wolf.

Àzuen grinned before he reached up and tucked his fingers into the elastic band that snuggly hugged Luca's waist. "It'd be my pleasure," said the wolf as he started tugging downward.

The boxer briefs slid down Luca's pelvis until they bunched up on his erect cock. Àzuen pulled to stretch the tented fabric, then began tugging down again, pulling the tiger's stiff member with the underwear. Luca groaned as the pressure his cock grew and grew until the boxer briefs couldn't contain it anymore--the tiger sighed in relief when his cock sprang free of the confines of his underwear, bouncing back upward and smacking against his low-hanging musclegut. His rotund balls sat high and plump under his shaft, and Àzuen could imagine just how full of hot sperm his large testicles were.

"Free at last," Luca smirked, his girthy cock visibly throbbing. He rubbed his handful of lube over the head and shaft, rumbling low as he let his palm glide slickly down to his groin. Àzuen, meanwhile, finished pulling his boxer briefs down to his ankles, and Luca stepped out of his underwear before kicking the garment away. "Now, how about I get in that hole?" the tiger rumbled.

"It's all yours," Àzuen said, shifting on the couch to raise and spread his legs to expose his ass. "Ready to enjoy your winnings?"

"You know it, son," Luca chuffed, shuffling back and squatting slightly to align his cockhead with Àzuen's hole.

"Oh fuck yeah, fill him up," Ollie encouraged from the dining table.

Luca grinned while he held onto Àzuen's legs, bracing himself, and pushed forward, prodding the gaping orifice. The tiger looked deep into Àzuen's eyes, excited by the glimmer of desire, invitation, and raw passionate need he saw in the wolf's gaze. Àzuen smiled up at the tiger, which Luca took as his cue.

His hips surged forward, carrying Luca far enough to hilt himself completely in Àzuen's ass. "Ooooh fuck, that hole's perfect," Luca gasped, relishing the beautifully wet warmth that wrapped around his cock. He leaned forward, his belly pressing down on Àzuen's cock and balls enough to make the wolf's sheath open just enough for the top of his knot to emerge.

Àzuen arched his back at the sensations of his hole being filled and his cock rubbing against Luca's stomach; he rolled his head backwards against the leather couch cushion and began grinding up against the tiger's gut. "God damn...filling me up good," he breathed, gently clenching around the thick shaft that had penetrated him oh so smoothly.

"Yeah?"

"Oh fuck...yes!" Àzuen huffed just as his knot finally popped out past his sheath and was immediately smothered by the thick musclegut resting on top of it.

"Ooooh yeah, you love it, don't you," Luca growled, leaning further forward for Àzuen to grind his fully erect dick against his stomach.

"Hell yeah...keep going," Àzuen moaned encouragingly as his hips writhed under the tiger.

Luca bit his lower lip and pulled out of Àzuen until only his cockhead remained inside the wolf's ass, then slid back in, his hips meeting Àzuen's rump. "Oh man, that's like fucking silk," the tiger muttered.

"He's that good?" Jon called over as Luca began thrusting.

"Smoothest...hole I've fucked...in a long while," Luca replied between thrusts, keeping his eyes on Àzuen's.

It didn't take long for Luca to match the rhythm of Àzuen's grinding against his stomach, and soon the tiger began simply humping, wetly gliding in and out of the spit and lube-slicked hole. He released Àzuen's legs and shifted his grip to the wolf's hips, letting them rise and fall beneath his palms while he penetrated Àzuen again and again. Àzuen could feel the heat from Luca's girthy cock radiating outward as he was filled repeatedly, the throbbing pulses as the sensitive, subtly curved shaft rubbed against his insides, the broad head that pounded against his prostate and more as he was so exquisitely split open--all the wolf could do was keep gyrating his hips against Luca's stomach and moan while the tiger drove him to new heights of ecstasy.

"Damn, he's a loud fucker, huh?" Jon chuckled at Àzuen's moaning.

"Better loud than quiet," Ollie quipped. "Makes it that much hotter."

Luca kept pounding, plap-lap-lap-lapping his hips against Àzuen's, his grunts and growls mixing with the wolf's pants and whines. He stuffed himself inside his prize, luxuriating in the expressions of pleasure and thirst for more that he saw on Àzuen's face. Àzuen didn't know how much time passed as Luca kept fucking him on that couch, but eventually the tiger's pace slowed and he called over to their audience.

"You two want to get in on this?" Luca asked.

"Fucking finally," Jon grunted, standing from his chair with Ollie, his hand still casually stroking his long dick. "Where do you want us?"

"Hmm...I'm in the mood for some raccoon dick myself," Luca said, eyeing Jon, who grinned lasciviously back at him. "And I think the boy might appreciate something in his mouth, too."

"Got you covered," Ollie piped up, walking over to the couch with Jon.

Àzuen watched as Jon took up his position behind Luca--the tiger was so big that he nearly blocked the smaller raccoon from Àzuen's view completely. Ollie, meanwhile, got up on the couch and straddled Àzuen's torso. The black wolf crouched, aligning his erect, knotted cock with Àzuen's mouth.

"You ready for this?" Ollie leered down at him, waving his cock in front of his face.

"Fuck yeah, gimme that dick." Àzuen took the initiative and leaned forward with his mouth open, engulfing Ollie's shaft in his muzzle up to the knot.

"Oh shit...yeah, that's good, just like that," Ollie moaned as Àzuen's tongue went to work slithering around the bulbous rod and pointed tip of his cock, slathering the shaft with warm saliva.

"Mmm, yeah, get in there, son," Luca growled encouragingly as Jon sidled up behind him with his lubed cock and slid inside the tiger's ass.

The four of them moved in rhythm with each other: Ollie pumped his hips to push his cock into Àzuen's muzzle. Àzuen bobbed his head back and forth as Ollie's cock slid over his tongue and towards the back of his throat, while at the same time he kept grinding up against Luca's stomach that pressed down on his cock. Luca kept thrusting with renewed vigor into Àzuen's ass while also backing up onto Jon's cock, rumbling in pleasure at the sensation of filling a hole and being filled himself. And Jon humped the large ass beneath him and grunted in time with every push into the hot guts that welcomed his cock inside. Sweat formed and mixed among all four of them, the group egged each other on closer to their climaxes, grunts and groans became pleas and whimpers, and the sensations that racked the whole group sent them deeper into a night of pleasure. They went on for as long as they could, reveling in the small orgy they'd created for what felt like hours...but someone had to eventually blow first...

Àzuen sucked noisily on Ollie's throbbing cock, lapping at the warm, musky flesh that filled his mouth, and excess slobber dripped freely from his chin and onto his chest. Ollie grunted and began thrusting faster, a telltale sign of what was to come.

"Oh fuck...ooooh fuck...gonna..." he groaned after another few minutes of Àzuen's slurping and sucking.

"Sounds like he's...about to pop," Luca chuffed between thrusts into Àzuen's ass.

Àzuen grunted in acknowledgment. He could feel Ollie's legs shaking against him, and just as the black wolf was about to climax, Àzuen pulled off of his cock and aimed it at his face while he grabbed the knot--and even the root of Ollie's dick--and pulled and squeezed.

"Ffffuuuuuhuuuuuuck!" Ollie howled as his cock spasmed in Àzuen's grip, and spurts of ropey cum exploded from his urethra, flying until they splattered against Àzuen's face. "Huh...uh...uuunnnggghhh!" Ollie couldn't stop himself, his cock kept pulsing and squirting rope upon rope over Àzuen's snout, cheeks, and forehead. Àzuen closed his eyes and felt a large splat against his left eyelid as cum landed there. He gasped in delight, relishing the feeling of his friend painting his face like this, with warm cum that dripped all over his muzzle and stained his fur.

"Yeah, that's it," Àzuen breathed as he opened his eyes again. He squeezed in pulses on Ollie's dick, milking up the last dribbles of cum that dripped from Ollie's urethra and onto his chest.

"Oh fuck...that was...fuuuuck," Ollie panted. He tried catching his breath while still standing over Àzuen, but his knees wobbled, and he gave up; he maneuvered himself to collapse in a panting heap next to Àzuen on the couch, leaning against his friend and watching him get fucked by Luca.

"Oh fuck that's beautiful," Luca groaned at the sight of Àzuen's facial. Àzuen chuckled and licked his lips, getting a taste of salty, gooey cum--and as he licked up more, he could tell that Luca was getting closer to the edge, too. "Ooooh shit...I'm gonna..."

"Yeah...come on, fill me up...breed me," Àzuen grunted as Luca thrust into him again and again.

"Oh fuck boy...gonna breed you...until you're just--ungh--overflowing with cum...fill that ass up...huuuuuUUUUUAAAAOOORRRR!" Luca roared as he slammed his hips against Àzuen's and humped in short spurts as he emptied his balls in the wolf's ass.

Àzuen gasped in pleasure as the seeping warmth threatened to fill him to the brim; he clenched around Luca's cock, making the tiger grunt and flex his cock again with bursts of cum. Luca's eyes rolled back in his head--all he could do was submit to his base instinct. His mind overwhelmed with hormones, his cock kept shooting while Jon's cock continued pounding against his prostate, squeezing load upon load out of the tiger and into Àzuen; too tired and overwhelmed, stayed where he was, plugging Àzuen's hole with his cock while he rode through his climax.

"Oh fuck...now that's a good ass..." the tiger breathed heavily when he began recovering. He grinned lazily up at Àzuen while behind him, Jon kept humping, his eyes closed in concentration. "So...how're you liking Poker night?"

Àzuen glanced over at Ollie, who looked thoroughly spent, then down at Luca, who still had a hungry gleam in his eyes.

"Gotta say, better than I thought it'd be...way better," Àzuen chuckled.

"Oh, but it's not over yet," Luca said with a wink. He reached down and squeezed Àzuen's cock, eliciting another groan from the wolf. "That was just round one. Still need to get you and Jon to pop...and I think we'll need you back for next time."

"Most definitely," Ollie agreed tiredly. "Been a while since we've gotten a good game like yours."

"Yeah? You thought I was good?" Àzuen asked, impressed.

"Well, it took a while, but...you've got a pretty obvious tell," Ollie admitted. When Àzuen looked at him quizzically, he clarified, "Your tail wags you're sure about what you've got and twitches when you've got a bad hand."

Àzuen felt his stomach drop. "Oh shit."

"Yeah, I--mmf--see you at a lot of Poker nights," Jon grunted as he kept thrusting into Luca, holding onto the tiger's hips for support. "If we need an easy win...you're the man."

Àzuen looked at the scene around him: there were long-forgotten empty glasses, scattered cards, and piles of chips on the dining table, clothes were strewn all over the floor, the scents of cum, lube, and cigar smoke hung low over them, and the sounds of bodies connecting with each other and guttural groans echoed in his memory. All of it was evidence of a night of hedonism at its finest. "Hey, if this is what happens when I lose, I could get used to this," Àzuen admitted as Luca began stroking his cock.