Heated
Kieran's in heat, but he still has to go to work.
Kieran felt as if he would melt. It must have been four hundred degrees in his bedroom, and as he sat up, the reason for the way he felt made itself known. Glistening between his legs and throbbing with a demand to be used, his soft spade had puffed up, and clear fluids rolled from its slightly parted lips, drooling down over his ass to pool on the bed. A cursory exploration with his fingers confirmed his worries. He was in heat.
He groaned and let his fingers dip between those swollen lips, finding his swollen clitoris and softly massaging it with the pad of his index finger. It felt heavenly but not nearly as pleasing as the three fingers he plunged into his needy spade, filling his room with soft schlicking sounds. He whimpered and squirmed, but no matter how he worked his clenching inner walls, he couldn't quite seem to finish himself off. It wasn't until he started fantasizing about massive, throbbing, knotted cocks, that his quivering sex released a soft spurt of fluids, and he felt the release he was craving.
Panting and licking his fingers clean, he forced himself from his bed. He had work today and couldn't lose his job. Rent was due this week, and he doubted his boss would let him take a paid week off to deal with his cycle.
As he stepped in front of the mirror, he admired his figure. That puffy spade looked quite alluring, and his recent workout regiment showed in his muscular physique. He prided himself on breaking the stereotype of soft, feminine vulpine boys, and most of his body was pure muscle, besides that soft silky cunt and his bouncy bubble butt. He flexed a bicep, admiring the bulging strength underneath his grey fur, and softly played with his needy pussy with his free hand, spreading its dark grey lips to show off the glistening pink interior. Yeah, that was one hot fox.
It was a shame to cover up his beefy physique, but he sighed and released his hold on his needy sex. He couldn't go to work naked. Boxers rustled and bunched against his swollen sex as he pulled up his jeans, and he groaned aloud, nearly falling back on his plush posterior.
Fuck, he needed some dick. He was going to the bar tonight. Some lucky guy was going to cream his pussy, and since he couldn't get pregnant, he'd let him fill his cunt until they both collapsed. Hopefully, his stud for the night would have a pulsing knot. Breeding always felt better when there was that aching, perfect stretch at the end.
Visions of creamy cocks in his heated box followed him to work, and it was a wonder that he didn't crash his car into a tree, as fixated as he was on grinding against the car's seat. Even the slight breeze as he walked through the parking lot teased at his nipples and made his pecs clench, his stomach knotting and his underwear receiving a thick drool of lubricant. He resisted the urge to touch himself, but he felt as if he might explode.
Hours passed at work without incident, though he often spaced out in the company of other men, until as he was stocking a shelf, trying his best not to pull his pants down and offer himself to anyone who would take him, he heard a familiar voice. "Oh, Key, is that you?" He whirled around to meet the voice's owner, his face flushed and his legs slightly spread to keep pressure off his pulsing sex.
Dad? Kieran's dad stood there, but he wasn't the dad that Kieran remembered. Had he always been this hot? They hadn't talked for a month since he started his new job, as he'd been too busy with failed relationships and working overtime to afford his apartment. His eyes wandered down over his dad's plump chest, then over his slightly pudgy muscled belly, and down to the fat bulge that strained his pants. A fresh flood of pussy juice demanded that cock, consequences be damned, but he shoved down the thought with a bit of disgust. That was his father, not some piece of meat to be ogled.
Kieran's father drew him into a hug that left him feeling weak in the knees, sniffing the air with interest. "You trying out some new cologne, champ? I like it." Oh god. He meant Kieran's heat. How could he explain that he was huffing his son's pussy scent? As his dad launched into some story about a date gone wrong, he couldn't force himself to listen. Instead, he stole glances at that patriarchal bulge until his dad stepped forward again for another hug. "Anyways, make sure you call me sometime. I'd love to catch up and have dinner together."
Kieran was relieved. He'd never found himself contemplating the size and shape of his father's cock so vividly before, and the thought scared him. It just wasn't right to think so lewdly about your parents. What would his mother think if she were alive? Though he knew she wouldn't fault him for wanting that thick, juicy- No!
Nature called, and Kieran excused himself, setting aside the stack of clothes he was distractedly folding and hurrying to the bathroom. As he sat down and the soft patter of piss filled the room, he could hear soft footsteps a few moments later, followed by pants unzipping. Fingers dipped into his throbbing cunt as the fox imagined the shaft on the other side of the wall, and the horny fox accidentally let a small moan escape his lips, immediately clamping his free hand over his mouth. He hoped the other occupant hadn't heard him. Or maybe he wished he had. He couldn't think with this damned heat clouding his mind.
The sprinkling sound of piss on porcelain slowed, then stopped, and as Kieran held his breath, he heard three short knocks at the bottom of the wall separating them. He understood the implied meaning instantly. His mysterious stranger was up for some fun. Just what Kieran needed! He thanked his lucky stars for this pleasant surprise as he slid down to his knees, shedding his pants completely.
Debating playing it coy, Kieran opted to stuff his lower half under the stall instead, baring his puffy canine cookie to the man on the other side with wanton need. Immediately, he felt a soft trickle of fluid and the insistent prod of a cockhead against his puffed lips. He shuddered as he realized what the warm liquid was. That perfect cock had marked his spade with a spurt of piss. The idea was unspeakably hot, and he only spread his legs wider, his pussy giving a needy clench against the man's teasing prods.
The throbbing member slid from his pussy, meandering lower until it pressed at his relatively inexperienced ass. He wanted to beg, to demand that the man's cock fuck his pussy open, but all he managed was a needy whimper while his slick juices betrayed him, giving that canine cock access to his rear entrance. It hurt slightly, but the feeling of that hard cock invading him and the soft press of furred balls against his plush ass only made his wetness grow more pronounced.
Strong hands gripped Kieran's bare waist, impaling him with impatient, rough thrusts on that massive cock, his needy sex squishing wetly against the stranger's pudgy stomach with each thrust. Soft moans and yelps filled the air, and he felt himself growing close despite his sex's unattended state. Being used like this turned Kieran on like nothing else, and if not for the burning need in his poor pussy, he'd gladly let the stranger use his ass until he couldn't walk.
Molten heat pooled in Kieran's ass, heralding the stranger's orgasm, and he heard a soft, growling voice whisper. "Fuck yeah, take it bitch." God, even his voice was sexy. He wondered if this mystery man would let him invite him back to his place.
The soft kiss of the mysterious stranger's cock was all his pussy was allowed, and as his unknown lover tugged his spent cock from the fox's gaped ass, Kieran felt a bit of disappointment. He slid back onto his side as the footsteps moved from their stall, his fingers dipping into his unsatisfied pussy, only to jump as he heard a soft knock at his door.
That sexy voice rang out again, sibilant and growling. "Open up bitch. You need to clean up your mess." Shit. Should he open the door? The clench of his pussy answered his question, and he unlocked the stall with trembling hands, sitting back on the toilet and spreading himself open for the mystery man's view.
Dad?! Kieran's father stood in the doorway with a sticky cock and glistening crotch fur coated in Kieran's juices, his pants around his knees. His dad had just fucked his ass. Panic rose in Kieran's throat as the older man stepped into the stall, closing it behind him, only to be replaced by confusion as that thick canine cock came to rest on his nose. Shouldn't he be disgusted with his slutty son?
The older fox's face showed a lecherous grin rather than disappointment. "Fuck, Key. If I knew this is what you wanted, I would have done this ages ago." Stepping between Kieran's legs, he batted away his weak attempts at a protest. He leaned over the vulnerable young fox, letting his cock squish against that swollen cookie with aching slowness. "Don't try to deny it. You're wet enough that I could probably knot you with one try." Frotting that pulsing member against Kieran's aching spade, he tilted his son's face to look into his hungry eyes. "Say you want Daddy's dick, and I'll give it to you." Usually a total pushover, it seemed that Kieran's father was dominant between the sheets.
Kieran tried to deny it, but the look on his father's face, coupled with the massive canine cock so achingly close to quelling his heat, made it hard to think. His legs shook, and as he reached down to spread his pussy lips for that big dick, he relented. "Daddy. Please fuck my pussy." He whimpered out his confession, yelping as that fat cock rammed home.
Kieran's father wasn't gentle, but after the rough ass fuck, Kieran didn't expect him to be. His needy pussy stretched to its limit with merciless thrusts that forced gooey mixed fluids down the older man's balls. Greedy lips and a forceful tongue invaded Kieran's mouth. The lust-drunk boy could only weakly suck at the dominating appendage, gagging softly as that insistent tongue explored the back of his throat.
The older man's knot bruised his pussy lips with hard, unyielding precision, and before long, he was squirting his satisfaction against his stomach and over the dominant man's balls. Why did this feel so good? Why did he love this so much? Whatever the cause, his pussy sucked at that mammoth canine cock with drooling need, and he ached for his father's seed.
That pulsing paternal member released its sticky payload within seconds of Kieran's juicy explosion, coating Kieran's inner walls in creamy spend and forcing a satisfied groan from the poor heat-stricken fox. He ached for that thick knot, and he felt a bit disappointed that it didn't drive home to lock his dad's cream deep inside of him. It was impossible to deny how good he felt, and he looked up at his father's predatory gaze with a guilty expression, feeling his stomach twist in knots.
Pulling from Kieran's depths with a wet slurp, the older man forced his dripping cock into the younger man's mouth. "You're coming home with me. Get used to this cock, because you're going to enjoy it a lot more often. Not going to let pussy this good disappear on me." Once his messy member was licked clean, he stuffed it back into his pants and forced Kieran's limp legs into his pants.
Kieran was all but carried to his father's truck. Any attempts at protesting were quelled by questing fingers dipping down to clutch and squeeze at his swollen pussy lips through his pants, forcing them together and rolling them against his oversensitive clit. Words died on his lips under the rough treatment, and he fell into line behind the older man with a defeated groan.
"Pants off. Daddy wants to smell that juicy pussy the whole way home." Deft fingers unbuttoned Kieran's pants and tugged at his hips until he let them remove his pants, then slid into that seed-filled hole in reward. "Good boy. Air it out so that everyone knows just how much you want it." The thought of others knowing he was such a wanton slut certainly appealed, and Kieran almost wished others could see him.
His dad was never this dominant while Kieran was growing up. More of a soft touch, he used to let Kieran get away with just about anything. It was hard to imagine that the same man that gave him shoulder rides and took him fishing was now violating his holes with glee. Still, he loved it, and as the truck started, he leaned into the rhythmic fingering, clenching on those slippery fingers. The callouses on his father's paw-pads scratched the itching need within Kieran's needy hole so well.
"Daddy... Please..." His voice had taken on a desperate need, and as the truck pulled out onto the short way home, he stroked along his dad's trapped cock, grinding against his insistent fingers with slutty abandon. Daddy. No other word could describe the perfect beast currently violating him with three fingers.
"That's a good slut. Starting to learn your place?" Daddy was pleased, and he focused on Kieran's clit, his eyes still focused on the road. The next few minutes passed in a blur, and Kieran tensed as Daddy's fingers drew him to the edge, only to back off before he started to squirt. He whimpered on the edge of his finish, trying to grind, only to feel a claw press against his clit, replacing his pleasure with a bit of pain. "Bad boy. You're not allowed to cum unless Daddy's knot deep in your pussy." Fuck, just hearing him say it was enough to make the submissive fox's hole clamp down tight.
Thankfully they pulled into the driveway of Kieran's childhood home before the heat pulsing in his stomach forced him to climb onto his father's lap. The truck's rumbling slowed, then stopped, and Kieran slid closer, whimpering for the attention he desperately needed. He took the initiative, climbing up onto his father's lap and straddling his bulge, his lips meeting the older man's in a deep, desperate kiss.
"Fuck, boy. You need it bad, don't you?" The older man panted against his lips, his fingers taking claiming hands full of Kieran's jiggling ass. Cum drooled from the fox's dual holes, staining the bulge in his jeans, and he slid two claiming fingers into Kieran's tight ass to stem the flow. As he fingered his son's sloppy rear entrance, he laid claim to his neck with soft bites, and his free hand unzipped his pants to let his fat canine cock slap against Kieran's eager cookie. A thrust forced his glorious dick back into Kieran's clutching depths.
Their mating was frenzied, and Kieran could feel that massive bulb insistently pressing against his entrance with each stomach bulging push. He spread his pussy lips with both hands, showing off that lewd pink hole in hopes of enticing Daddy's knot.
The older man forced him against the dashboard, and he finally felt it pop in. Squirting juices coated the older man's heavy balls, and he ground against Kieran's pulsing lips, the rhythmic throbbing of his fountaining member drawing a shiver from his submissive boy. He growled his satisfaction, tugging Kieran back against his lap and kissing over the bite marks he'd created.
Part of the affectionate father Kieran had come to know shined through, and he relaxed back into the gentle embrace, feeling the older man rub his paws over the bulge in Kieran's belly. His stomach stretched obscenely around his dad's massive cock, and each wet pulse of puppy batter swelled his slick hole with sloppy excess, threatening to overflow past the plug of his knot.
The cockdrunk fox's week was only beginning, and as his father carried him inside, bouncing against his knot with each step, he could only look forward to more of his father's rough treatment.