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Not sure why I suddenly decided to make a part two after a year. 18+ NSFW Scenes between two consenting males.

If you havent read the first one, some of this won't make sense. If you are just here for raunchy scenes and not the story, feel free to jump right in :).

TW: descriptions of domestic abuse (not in sex and not between the MCs)

---Jayce---

As we weaved through the dark city streets, my nose picked up on the sweet humidity of a cloudy night. It would rain soon. Mason sat in the driver's seat, appearing comically large compared to the interior of his SUV. The smell of arousal was overpowering- mostly mine, I was sure, but in the small and contained space of his SUV even the dullest of canines could make out the sweet smell of draconic arousal. Or maybe that was the bits of cum still stuck in my fur? Either way, the silence between us and the intoxicating scent of arousal only served to elevate the growing sexual tension between us.

As we pulled into his apartment complex, I was surprised to see that it was, well, normal. I had expected something fancy- maybe a small mansion on the west side of town, or an expensive apartment high up in the city. Instead, we pulled up to a quaint, bricked series of townhouse apartments. As Mason pulled into the parking spot, the heavens unleashed, dropping torrential rain which pattered onto the top of his SUV.

Mason sighed, rubbing his cheek. "Hold on, I have an umbrella in the house. I'll go get it for you." Once again, the dark shade of my fur worked to my advantage as it hid my blush. Such a gentleman!

"Don't worry about it!", I responded. "Maybe it'll help wash some of... this off." I motioned to my chest, still slightly covered in his drying cum.

Mason smirked, his draconic tongue snaking playfully from his maw as glanced in my direction, looking intently into my eyes. "When I'm done doing what I'm about to do to you, you're going to have a lot more than a few splotches to worry about...pup." The last word hung in the air as I felt my knees weaken.

I let the last word sink in for a bit before I responded. "Really though! I don't mind getting a bit wet. And besides... I'm going to get a lot more wet fairly soon, aren't I?" I coyly responded, turning my head and giving my best impression of a damsel.

Mason chuckled at this before jumping out of the car. The rain pattered off his red scales as he ran to the passenger side door and flung open the door.

"What are you do-." Before I could respond, Mason had effortlessly picked me up, throwing my torso over his shoulder like a child picking up a doll. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

Mason laughed out loud at this before slamming the door shut with his foot and jogging towards the safety of his apartment. Despite the jog to his door only taking a couple of seconds, the torrential rain was enough to soak us both. He gently placed me on the ground (in the safety of his covered front porch) feet first and gave me a toothy draconic smirk. "I hope the ride wasn't too rough!"

Seeing this side of him was strange to me- I was used to the almost regal presence of my boss, the large, stoic red dragon. Now I was seeing a more playful side of Mason, the also very large and slightly less stoic red dragon. I smiled back, happy that he was willing to share this part of himself with me.

"Eh, wasn't too bad. Four stars at least." I responded, fruitlessly attempting to shake the dampness off my fur.

Mason fiddled with his keys and before long we made it into his apartment. It was clean and surprisingly homey. The living room had clean, brown couches, a new-looking wooden coffee table, and a fireplace in lieu of a TV. Mason obviously spent a lot of time keeping up with it or hired someone to clean it. It smelled clean and there was not a speck of dust to be found.

Mason took off his coat, setting it on a rack near the front door. He motioned to his apartment. "Make yourself at home. I don't mind if you get the furniture a bit wet, but you're welcome to use the fireplace to get dry if you want. It's gas powered, switch is on the left... Unfortunately, I don't have a dryer. Don't need it, having scales and all."

"Oh I don't mind..." My mind wandered to the inevitable as I began to shift uncomfortably, trying my best to not appear as cock-hungry as I currently was. I looked up at Mason. His breath unsteady, it was clear that he was also trying not to jump me here and now. One look into his ruby red eyes was all it took. Mason lunged forward, pushing me against the wall, pressing his body into mine. I could feel his labored breathing through his massive chest as his hands landed on either side of me. He looked down at me, the arousal pungent in his breath as I could feel his dick growing against my abdomen through our clothing.

"I'm going to say this one more time." Mason started, his tone of voice deadpan, "I'm going to be rough with you. Very rough. If there is something you don't like or I'm hurting you, you have to tell me. I want you to enjoy this too."

I looked back up at him. His words only made me hungrier. "Of course..." My words melted as I pressed my maw into his, our tongues dancing for a moment before Mason again took control. His long, serpentine tongue explored further and further into my mouth and throat as he made my body dance to his tune, groping and grabbing in all the right places. We danced like this for a while, exchanging saliva as his tongue explored further and further into my throat. Suddenly, Mason pulled away. Taking this as a sign, I dropped to my knees and began to hurriedly fiddle with his belt. Before I could make any progress, I felt a large hand on top of mine.

"Nope.", He chided, "Not yet. You have to earn that.." Seeing as I had swallowed what felt like half a gallon of cum a few hours earlier, I was curious exactly what he had in mind. "Strip."

Eager to get to the main course, I obeyed, quickly dropping my clothes and throwing them in a pile on the corner. I began to shiver slightly as Mason eyed me up and down, pacing around me, inspecting me like a slab of meat, affording only the slightest touch as he inspected his new toy. He paused behind me, placing a hand right along the tiger stripes on my back.

"You're even more beautiful from this angle." The practiced authoritarian tone in his voice ceded for just a moment before he motioned to lift me up once again. This sudden movement surprised me as I struggled for a moment, but a slight growl from Mason reminded me of where I was and who I was dealing with. I obeyed.

It was a short walk to his bedroom as he dropped me suddenly on the tidy king-sized bed. Mason's manhood was fully erect, seeming to threaten to tear at his suit pants. When he fiddled with his belt, I assumed he was going to take his pants off, but he only let the drop belt, giving his cock some more room to breathe. Meanwhile, I shifted uncomfortably. I was still a bit cold from the rain and I was literally leaking pre at this point, fruitlessly shifting around to not get it on the bed.

"I want you to lay on the bed, facedown and arms behind you." Mason spoke up.

"Yes, sir." I obeyed, laying facedown, shivering as the movement slid my sensitive cock across his soft comforter.

Instead of obeying fully, however I held my hands above me outstretched towards the front of the bed. If last time was any indication, I couldn't wait to find out what kind of "punishment" Mason would give me.

"I thought I told you to put your hands behind you." Mason tutted. "Am I going to have to punish you?"

"Hmm, maybe? I think I rather like my arms where they are."

Within a few moments Mason had grabbed my crossed arms and roughly pushed them behind my back. I could feel his sharp nails slightly digging into my wrist.

After a moment he dryly asked, "What are you?"

"What do you mean, sir?" I turned my head in genuine confusion.

"I want you to tell me what you are to me."

"I- I am your bitch, sir."

"And?"

"and... you are my alpha. I will do whatever you say"

Mason chuffed at that. I hoped this play was getting him more and more excited. I thought I had appeased him before I felt a harsh _slap_has his hand came down on my backside. I yipped, but before I could recover another strike hit me straight on the rump, leaving a stinging sensation that pulsated from my bottom.

"I think you can do better than that. Tell me who you are, who I am and what you want me to do to you." He tightened his grip on my wrists.

"You are in charge, sir! I want you fuck me until you cum and claim me as your bitch!"

I yelped as another set of strikes hit my rear, adding to the stinging sensation that permeated my backside. "Come on now,", Mason growled, "You're so close..."

"I..." I paused, trying to find the right words. Thankfully Mason gave me a few seconds to think. "I am your personal toy. You will use me when you want and how you want. I... want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me until you fill me with your cum. I want to spend the foreseeable future wrapped around your cock." I paused for a dramatic effect, giving my words time to sink in. "You... could move my desk into your office. Call me your personal assistant. I could be your personal cocksleeve, ready to serve you at a moment's notice. Who knows? I might spend more time under your desk than at mine."

A few moments passed as my words hung in the air. That was a lot and something I hadn't expected from myself. I always knew I was a bit submissive in bed, but this? Giving myself wholly and fully to someone, especially someone who I'd been dreaming about for the last year? I began to worry that my speech had scared him off when I felt the bed depress and a familiar pressure encompass my body.

---Mason---

This wolf drove me crazy. So obedient. So willing. Yet still showing signs of rebellion, just enough to push me to the next level. So obviously enamored by the position I had him in, pinned to the bed, my body pressed against him and my throbbing cock teasing him through my clothing. I loved the way he squirmed underneath me, desperate for my touch. I loved the way he moaned and writhed as I felt up his body, prodding and pulling as I gently nibbled on his neck.

I would take my time with this. After that little speech he gave, he deserved it. "Spending the foreseeable future wrapped around you cock" .... He had taken the words right out of my mouth.

I began to tease between my toy's cheeks with the clothed outline of my cock, the pressure enough to elicit drops of pre which stained my clothing. He pushed back, humping his backside into me. I growled, pushing him back in place. It wasn't time for that yet.

We continued to dance like this. Jayce began literally drooling with lust, desperate to be fucked and taken by his alpha, occasionally humping backwards, only for me to force him back into place. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Don't worry... You'll get what's coming to you... if you obey, that is.". This elicited a loud moan as he shivered with anticipation. He was ready.

I pushed off him, ripping my buttoned shirt off in the process. "Stay there now...."

I took a moment to admire my handiwork. Jayce's lithe, athletic body, presenting itself to me to be used and taken as I see fit. Willingly. He was shaking, whether from anticipation or because he was still wet from the rain, I couldn't tell. Either way, there was work to be done as I kneeled down and pushed my maw into his wanting hole.

If there was one part of my anatomy I was especially proud of, it was my tongue. My practiced and dexterous tongue teased his pucker before slowly entering, teasing his walls as he quietly moaned. He would occasionally push back, which to an extent, I would allow- there was only so much teasing one person could take, after all. I began exploring his walls, droll lubricating his backside, searching for his special spot.

"I'm gonna... holy fuck..." Jayce exclaimed between panting breaths. I continued my search, my meaty tongue assaulting his walls until I found it- Jayce excitedly moaned, loud enough that I was worried my neighbors would hear.

I continued my assault, attacking his spot from every angle as Jayce convulsed, pushing back into me as I held him in place with one arm. I could feel his- wait, was he about to blow?

My fears were confirmed as I felt his ring tighten, a puddle of cum adding to his juices which began dropping off the bed. I increased my tempo, draining my wolf of the last of his lupine spunk. Soon his convulsions died down, leaving only the sounds of the rain, the sloppy sound of me removing my tongue, and a loud crash as thunder hit somewhere in the distance.

I pulled my maw back, the salty taste of wolf cum in the air as I licked my chops. "I don't recall telling you to cum."

Jayce's ears cutely receded back. "You didn't... I apologize alpha."

I smirked at this sign of submission. "Don't worry, you did fine to last this long. You just need a bit of... training." At this Jayce's ears perked up. "I hope that isn't all you have in you. After all, there is so much work that still needs to be done." I motioned towards my leaking cock. Not that he could see it, as he dared not move from his position.

"Of course! I'm ready whenever you are." I decided to let his omission of sir pass as his tail began to happily wag.

"You've been very good..." I pulled on my pants, finally letting my package breathe, a drop of pre falling with my saturated pants and underwear. "So, I'm going to let you choose... You can turn around now. How do you want me?"

Jayce gingerly turned around. His green eyes widened as he beheld my naked body and my stiff, glistening manhood, covered in my own juices, which had been smeared all over by my soiled clothing. He paused for a moment, his ears shifting as he turned his head. For a moment, he seemed confused, as if he had never considered he would have this option.

Finally, he spoke. "Could you just... stay like that for a moment?"

I turned my head "Like this? I can hardly fuck you standing up, though if you want, I could pick you up and-"

"No, just... please stay like that for a little while...sir."

Jayce leaned off the bed onto his knees. A little bit of shifting and he was face to face with my cock. Did he want to suck me again? Not that I would mind, he has a very talented throat.

Jayce pushed his face into my cock, letting the weight of it rest for a moment. I leaked onto his head, a drop of pre dripping down the side of his face. He pushed his face towards my knot and sniffed, his whiskers tickling my sensitive base as my juices covered his face. He opened his mouth and breathed deeply, taking in the taste and smell of my arousal and musk. From my viewpoint I could see his cock rapidly engorging. He was loving this.

Once he was aptly covered in my scent- now more wet from our combined juices than the rain- he stood up and bent over, presenting his rump with his hands on the bed.

Jayce turned to me, smiled, and winked.

This fucking wolf. I could hardly contain myself as I positioned my cock squarely on his hole, my hands holding his sides in place as he braced himself. I pushed slowly, allowing him to adjust for my size. Jayce occasionally let out a cute moan or whimper as my sensitive glans overtook his pucker. I pulled back, and in a bit further. I had done a good job lubricating his insides, and our bodies had provided more than enough natural lubrication. His ass seemed to suck me in, as with every thrust I overtook more and more of his needly bowels. Before long we found a rhythm, my thick cock disappearing deeper into him with every thrust.

Jayce moaned quietly, tensing with pleasure every time I hit his button, the squelching sound of my dick leaving and entering his ass overpowering the patter of rain hitting my house. Once he began to push back into me, I knew it was time to give my wolf exactly what he wanted. I hilted, stopping just before the knot. Jayce's ear flicked and he hesitated, looking back at me as I adjusted our position, putting one leg on the bed and leaning over, grabbing his nape and pushing his head into the mattress.

"Okay, pup. You've shown me what you want, and you've been such a good boy. Are you ready for the main course?"

Jayce whine in response as I felt him shift, pushing back into me with what little room he had to wiggle. That was all it took, as I pulled back, slamming back into him with a squelch as my knot hit his ring. Again and again, I slammed into him. Jayce began to loudly moan, his voice stifled as I pushed his face harder into the mattress.

This moment was no longer about Jayce's pleasure. It was about mine. I felt a primal voice egging me on. In front me was a bitch, ready to be bred. I wanted to knot him, fill him with my seed. All those months of accidental teasing, an entire section of the office filling with the smell of arousal anytime I walked in his direction. The way he stared at my ass as I walked away, thinking I wouldn't notice. Now he was getting what he wanted. He was a cocksleeve for a much bigger, stronger male and he would soon be reminded of that as with every thrust I felt my knot teasing his hole, getting closer and closer to the finale. As I continued to abuse his hole, his stifled moans grew in intensity.

After a few intense minutes of this, I felt a pressure growing in my loins. It was time. I let go of Jayce's head and grabbed his waist on both sides. I pushed forward, nearly breaching through his ring as he let out a loud, lascivious moan. The next thrust penetrated, his ring squeezing the base of my knot as my body shuddered, ropes of cum filling the inside of my wolf. I felt his ring tighten as his own climax hit him, coaxing more and more ejaculate which quickly filled his bowels as he once again sprayed the bed, adding to the puddle of lupine spunk.

For a few, sweet moments, nothing existed but the two of us and the pleasure we were sharing. Time seemed to stop as both of our hidden desires came to fruition, finally claiming and being claimed. It took all I had to not bite down on him, to hold him in this place and this moment. My razor-sharp draconic teeth were an unfortunate trait in this moment as I settled for leaning down and grabbing hold of him, suspending him in the air as gravity pushed his weight into my pulsing cock.

---

We both collapsed onto the bed and began to catch our breath. I adjusted my weight as to not crush him, both of us now laying on our sides. I could see a small bulge in his abdomen, the size of my cock and the volume of cum slightly displacing his insides.

Jayce spoke first between heavy breaths.

"Phew.... that was....", he paused looking down at his bulging lower abdomen, "Wow..."

I chuckled, pulling him closer into my chest with one arm.

"You weren't too bad either. Not many people can take my knot like that."

"How... how long does this normally last?"

"Hmm, it depends on the person, but for you", I hugged him, enjoying the sensation of his soft fur against my scales as I gave him a one-armed embrace, "Maybe an hour?"

"An hour? Does it normally last that long?"

"It does when my partner has been unintentionally teasing me for the last few months."

Jayce snorted, "Okay, fair. Oh, and sorry about your bed."

"Don't worry about it. I've been meaning to replace this old comforter for a while now." It was a lie. My now spunk-covered comforter was brand new. "Besides, I contributed just as much as you did."

"Hmm... maybe next time I should bring some condoms. Or a tarp."

I laughed out loud at the image of Jayce walking in with a tarp under his arm, tossing it over my bed and laying seductively, loudly crinkling the tarp in the process. Hey boss, ready to fuck? *crinke crinkle* "I think I'll just throw some older sheets on next time."

Just then, a ring echoed from the other side of the house. "Ah, my phone. Such a shame, my favorite thing to do while being knotted is to text people about it. You know, maybe throw up a picture or two."

"Wait, really?" I exclaimed, completely missing the dry sarcasm in his voice.

Jayce snorted a quick laugh. "Nah, I'd probably just browse some memes. It was probably Kyle. No-one else would text me at this time."

Ah yes, Kyle. The little brown mouse who shared a cubicle with Jayce. A good worker, and from what I could tell, a good friend of Jayce. I always thought that he would be the perfect employee if he would just learn to keep his lewd thoughts to himself. Not that I had any room to judge, given my current situation.

The phone jingled a few more times. "Do you want to go get that? We could... maybe I could carry you?"

"Nah..." Jayce sighed as I felt his muscles relax, the tension leaving his body as he comfortably snuggled against me, resting his head against my arm. "For now, I just want to enjoy this."

I snuggled up to Jayce, resting my head above his. His soft breathing soon lulled me to sleep as for the first time in a long time, my heart felt full.

---Kyle---

There was a flash and a crash as lightning struck in the distance. The rain pattered the outside of my small car as I lay in the backseat, my brown fur illuminated by the glow of my phone. Usually, the rain was a pleasant thing for me- the cathartic sound of pattering rain was one of the few things earthly things that could give me peace. It drowned out my worries and my fears and lulled me into the peaceful safety of sleep.

Instead, the rain only served to remind me where I was. Instead of being asleep in my own home, in my own bed, I was in the back of my car, in the back of a grocery store parking lot. Grayson. Fucking Grayson. The only man who could tear me down or build me up at the drop of a hat. I pushed my hand into my face and sobbed.

Some part of me has always known that this is wrong. That being berated and insulted are not the actions of someone who loves me. It was always the same. He would be fine for a while. Sweet, even. Then came the insults. The jealousy. Berated for every little thing, torn down for the slightest transgression, sometimes even lashing out at strangers. Finally, the explosion. The screaming. Tearing me down with whatever ammo he could find. Small. Useless. Slut.

But then came the apologies. The promises of change. And he would for a while- before the cycle started all over again.

People had tried to warn me. Friends and family had all been chased away, either by my own posing or Grayson's menace. Finally, earlier this evening, Grayson had crossed the line. After mentioning I had invited Jayce to see a movie with us, Grayson had lost his mind. Screaming, calling me a slut, the normal stuff. I tried to argue back, to say that it wasn't like that, that Jayce was just a friend and that it didn't matter anyways- we had agreed to be open, though at times like these that seemed to only apply to Grayson.

I called him a hypocrite. I told him that he couldn't talk to me that way, and that I've had enough of his shouting. I told him that it was my house we were living in- and if I wanted to, I could sleep with anyone that I wanted to. He seethed, grabbing me by the collar. It happened so faster I barely had time to register what was happening before his fist came down on the black spot around my eye.

I broke into tears and left, wishing I had the courage to stand up the Hyena twice my size. Wishing that I had the courage to leave earlier, before my life was in ruins. Now Grayson was in the house I was paying for, probably getting drunker and drunker as he broke my things to "punish" me for daring to have a friend.

Jayce. He is the only friend I have left. Jayce is an enigma to me. He generally ignores Grayson's bullshit and seems to be able to put up with whatever crap comes out of my mouth. I looked down at my phone and winced at the message I had just sent. Did Jayce even see me the same way that I saw him? To him, I was probably just a work friend. Someone he would go out with once or twice a week. The loud, short guy with the shitty boyfriend.

It wasn't fair of me to ask him for a place to stay tonight. I almost asked him earlier in the day, when I went back to the office. But I froze. I froze and spewed some macho bullshit, then left. Was it fair of me to involve him in this mess? My mess? Jayce was a good person and would probably say yes. But Jayce only knew half of what was going on. If he knew the truth, would he even want to speak to me anymore?

I sighed, again looking down at my phone. Zero messages. It was 1am when I sent the text. Jayce was probably already asleep. It was going to be a long night, and an awkward day at work tomorrow. I closed my eyes and tried my best to let the patter of rain lull me to sleep.

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_I have an idea of what I want for pt3. Expect a three-way or a lead up to one and character/story development. Hopefully doesn't take a year this time lol. _

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