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An Indulgence

an

erotic

fantasy

by

Gruffy

2020-2022

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NOTE: This is a story originally posted on my Patreon all the way in 2020. It's about time to share this with you all. I hope you'll have an enjoyable read, and I look forward to your feedback!

With an appearance and contribution by Brian Silverfang

Cheers!

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Brian had thought he had it under control. The strong-willed attitude, the determination, the cocky swagger of his motions when he'd walked up to the tiger and made his move. A grab there, a brush there, a bit of tongue-hockey and they'd be off, nice and easy.

Too bad the tiger had other plans on the college wolf, and coming into the umpteenth minute of his ordeal with no end in sight, the wolf groaned out once again.

"Whouufff..."

He was on his back on the tiger's bed sprawled nude on the silky sheets that felt truly wonderful on his bare fur and skin. That was the last comfort the evil cat had bestowed on him. The bed had accessories that turned it into a bondage trap for horny wolves, and Brian was suffering what he thought was probably almost the whole brunt of it. Surely the cat would spare even more intense activities for more dedicated pieces of furniture.

*rrrrrrrrrrrrr*

The vibrator continued to buzz on its merry way, sending devious resonance throughout the metal object it was attached to. Brian hadn't seen it this time, having been blindfolded by the time he felt the touch of cold steel on his body, but he had spied it in the past in the tiger's dungeon. It was not a high tech device by any means, it was a hook of metal with a cock ring on one end and the other, bent end adorned with a metal sphere maybe an inch and a half across. The ball was now naturally lodged inside the wolf's rump while the ring snared itself around his straining shaft. The once cold length of metal that hugged on his taint was now warm, and it was there that the most distracting part of his treatment was located. The tiger had somehow attached a small vibrator to the metal cock ring and butt plug combo and announced that he had 'some business to attend to' while the wolf could 'make himself cozy', as he had put it, before the blindfolded Iberian wolf had heard the door closing and since then all he knew was the vibrator teasing his most sensual body parts.

"Pffff..."

He couldn't squirm, not even hump the air properly. His ankles and wrists were cuffed and attached to straps on the bed that meant that he had little freedom of movement. The blindfold closed him into his own word of pleasure eventually bordering on discomfort as the time passed and he became more and more over-stimulated, with no relief promised yet. His fingers kept flexing, close to his muzzle for now since not only were they strapped to the bed, the cuffs had additional latches or hooks on them that connected them to a leather collar around Brian's neck.

'A proper begging position, boy' the tiger had commented upon his mild complaints, and tightened the leather a notch to make sure that the cuffs were properly snug around his wrists.

How long ago that was, the wolf didn't know. He'd lost track of time while trying not to make too many undignified noises under the constant purr of the vibrator. The wolf was honestly surprised his muzzle wasn't stuffed with any of Druff's rich selection of gags, or objects that could be improvised as such for that matter. It was truly the only thing missing from completing the image of a bound wolf.

Maybe the tiger was just on the other side of the door, waiting for his captive to break down in a moaning mess and start begging for release from his captivity, or for his balls at the very least. Surely the tiger hadn't gone anywhere too far. Who could even think about doing something else when they had a hunk like himself sprawled naked on your bed?

Either way, he'd keep any sounds to to as few grunts and huff as he could. Never any fun in giving Druff what he wanted too easily. If the tiger wanted to extract things out of him, he might as well have to work a bit.

Still the wolf hoped he would return soon. Being left to stew in his juices long as he has been, and it was already literally given the steady dribble of pre down his hard cock - he was quite high strung. It didn't help that he was sure that the tiger had some even more nefarious design waiting on him, something he'd probably spring up to action at the first sign of proper submission from the wolf.

Not that the prospect was entirely unattractive. He'd probably end up as a messy wreck, but the tiger always made it worthwhile. It was the mental submission part that gave Brian a stop. It was difficult to let go quite that completely, even with the tiger's insistent, if patient, administrations.

Brian wasn't sure if he really wanted to, either.

The price to pay so far seemed to consist of his blue balls and a rather severe case at that. As the teasing continued, so did grow the throbbing pressure in the wolf's nuts. He hadn't gotten off since last night, which meant that by now he was more than ready for some relief. Brian was sure that the tiger knew that too. He just wouldn't sleep properly without a nice, creamy release of his manly needs. Right now the freedom to take matters into his own paws had been revoked, much to the wolf's displeasure.

"Hhnnrrr..."

He wasn't sure if it was the swish of his tail causing his muscles to rearrange things on the inside as well, or whatever, but it felt like the vibrator was issuing its effects even deeper inside him than before. The steel ball at the end of the bondage toy didn't quite reach his prostate to press on it directly, but did get close enough for the effects to be felt.

"Pffff..."

A roll of his hips changed the internal sensation again, but did nothing to the insistent bob and ebb of his erection. His hard, heavy shaft laid over his abs and oozed even more of his pent-up juices onto the furs.

"Fuck!" the wolf allowed himself to only think out the expletive while he waited.

And leaked, and grumbled some more.

As a consequence of all this, Brian was not sure how long he was left to his own devices before the tiger returned. There was no mistaking it when it happened. The wolf's ears were alert and picked up the sound of the door opening, as easily as the pawsteps on lush carpet.

"Hrmh...just so you know, anything said under duress like this can't be used as evidence against me!" Brian declared.

The bed moved when the tiger climbed onto it. Brian stilled himself, expectant of further action. The brush of fur on fur told him that the tiger approached, knee touching his inner thigh. Brian imagined the tiger hovering above him, aroused and demanding. His cock surged in arousal, despite the steel ring wrapped around it. He stifled a groan. The wolf didn't feel like joking anymore.

"We'll see."

Then he did see, when Druff removed the blindfold from him. The lights had been turned down in the bedroom and didn't cause discomfort for the wolf who was subjected to them again for the first time in a while. That also meant he could concentrate on the important things right away. The tiger was still kneeling, now perched above him while he held the length of cloth in one paw. Somewhat contrary to his expectations, Brian did not find the cat decked out in some outrageous fetish gear and ready to deliver some punishment. Instead, Druff was simply in the buff. The nude tiger was very aroused, too, his barbed shaft curving away from his loins and oozing the scent of sex into the already rather musky room. The wolf liked what he saw, he admitted to himself. A lot of it he would have gladly buried his muzzle to just to smell the tiger's erotic scent. He almost blushed at the thought, and made his best not to appear too thirsty for dick.

"Sup?" Brian rumbled instead. "Knew you weren't gonna be able to wait too long, pops..."

"Hush...lip service will not get you anywhere."

"I thought you especially like that," Brian couldn't help but smack his lips.

"Hmmm..."

The noise the tiger made sounded affirming, but he did not say anything further. Action spoke more for now. Druff shifted forward, his heavy erection swaying with the motion. Brian watched it in rapt attention. The tiger moved forward and the wolf fully expected to be treated to a mawful of tiger sausage as soon as the prized pole came within reach.. Above, the tiger took hold of the sturdy headboard of the bed - which Brian suspected was especially constructed so as to enable maneuvers such as this - and he braced himself. It came with an audible sigh, one that made the wolf wonder if it was one of effort or of satisfaction at having the wolf right where he wanted him to be. The tiger's next shuffle did poke his nuts at Brian's nose and made him outright sneeze when his whiskers were teased by the sudden collision yet the tiger didn't stop there. His balls ended up resting on the wolf's nosepad, which meant that the tiger, when he bent his knees that were now positioned on either side of the bound wolf's head, he planted his taint right over the wolf's maw.

"You know what to do, wolf-boy" the cat grumbled above.

"Hmmh, what's this now?" Brian said, the fact that his voice was muffled by a pair of nicely thick ass cheeks tugging the mischievous spirit that was strong today, the tiger's domminess aside, "big bad daddy feeling needy?"

Cheeky or not, the wolf couldn't help but tilt his muzzle forward a little to get some proper whiffs of that heady musk straight from the source under the tiger's pendulous balls resting on his muzzle. He was strong, earthy and all male.

That was truly the stuff.

Druff growled down at him again - despite or because of the eager sniffing around.

"Don't push your luck or I'll be taking my pleasure from you in... other ways."

The tiger's tone was quite stern, and it was clear he was in a no-nonsense buttfucking kind of mood. That too suited the wolf just fine. Usually there would be more retorts in reaction to such physically assertive behavior on the cat's part, but Brian was also always happy to have a nice broad rump in his face.

"Well, can't really complain..." The wolf mumbled, getting in another deep whiff before he slowly got to work as requested. Pursing his lips to blow hot air over the tiger's taint had a noticeable effect in the way the striped thighs tensed momentarily before relaxing again. The wolf knew it felt particularly good from experience.

"Hrrrmh..." came an approving rumble from above, but no further instruction. Druff seemed content to have the wolf service him as he saw fit for the moment. Brian tilted his muzzle from side to side a bit to get easier access, then nipped the sensitive flesh with his teeth playfully. He was being very gentle, given how sensitive that area was, but the tiger would still feel it alright. Short tingles if pleasure, between the warm breath washing over that normally seldom visited area of his body.

"Watch the teeth," the tiger huffed nonetheless. Brian suspected it was but a formality.

The wolf let out a half chuckle from his precarious position and darted out his tongue to swipe at the tiger's taint quickly. Druff's balls still resting on his nosepad gave the wolf some ideas too, but he couldn't really reach them without the tiger moving his hips.

Alas, he'd have to make do with what he had in the moment, tilting his muzzle to the side to nip at the flesh of Druff's meaty crack while his tongue lapped over the big cat's taint.

"Good boy," came another rumble from above.

Brian responded with an indignant rattle of his cuffed paws, the clips and rings making just enough noise. He didn't try to speak anymore, not with the tiger's backside smothered on his muzzle. A tilt of Druff's hips not only plastered his asshole on the wolf's maw but also spread his butt cheeks wider and meant that he could get all of himself on the college lupine with no issue.

"Hmph!"

"Less huffin, more lickin'," the Professor announced.

Brian wanted to growl at the increasingly commandeering tone, to put up a show, but any noises he could try to make were moot by this point. He could, however, resort to nipping at the tiger's spread, flattened ass cheeks, albeit carefully. Druff could definitely still feel it though. The cat responded to the taunt with some obviously playful growling and by rocking his hips from side to side, to drive in the point. The wolf took it all in good fun. It was a back and forth game, Brian thought. And it was sexy as hell.

The bound lupine did as he was told and put his tongue to good work. It was a rare treat to get a shot at making the tiger squirm in pleasure, and the image of that end goal was making his own cock strain with barely held back excitement. If only it was his hugely swollen dick trying to prod and poke its way through the big cat's clenching hole instead of just his tongue, but alas. He'd take what he could get. The purrs ought to be worth it.

Druff got hard and heavy swipes of broad tongue over his asshole. The wolf was really putting the pressure on the muscle and trying to get it to yield. Judging by the way that hole clenched, it had to be just what the doctor ordered.

"Hmmmrh..." The tiger murmured. It sounded like he was enjoying his slobbery seat. Brian couldn't see the tiger's cock but imagined it would be dripping pre-cum onto the bound wolf's head furs by now. At least in his experience, getting your ass royally eaten out got the rest of him super horny as well. His own dick agreed that doing it was pretty fun, too. It gave Brian a feeling of power, despite having a tiger butt firmly planted on his muzzle.

"What do you know...some discipline and a firm hand and wolf boys can be quite useful..." Druff taunted from his perched position, just because he could.

Brian's paws surged forward in an intended slapping maneuver aimed at the cheeks on his muzzle but only managed to rattle his figurative chains, attached to the collar. Druff leered and ground down on the poor wolf's muzzle in response to his feeble rebellion.

"I don't think so."

The tone was indignant and the wolf could do nothing to challenge. All he managed was to continue tongue bathing the tiger's hole, combined with the occasional buttcheek nip. And that definitely didn't go unnoticed.

"Hmphh..seems like you still don't quite understand the gravity... hrrrmh... of your place, boy," the tiger went on, having his fun with the situation, "maybe I need to get the 'Big Gun'..."

Brian winced at the image of the butt plug that he thought was too big to be anything more than a lewd showpiece for the tiger's dungeon. Just imagining its looming black rubberness made his asshole clench and drive the metal ball closer to his prostate.

"Or maybe not after all.. hmmm hmmm hmmm..." Druff shuffled his hips from side to side, as if trying to find the perfect position to drive his asshole onto that flicking tongue. He sounded like he was the one licking something delicious, not the wolf who had been pressed to this rude duty.

"...kiss it like you mean it...boy..."

The prompt made the wolf change his technique for the moment. The back and forth strokes of his tongue ceased and he pursed his lips and did as he had been told to, to try and approximate kissing at the wrong orifice. His thin lips touched smooth skin surrounded by wet fur - the taste was mostly his own, thanks to the copious slobber he had deposited everywhere his tongue had gone. The scent was deep and almost intoxicating. The pair of heavy nuts covering his nostrils basted the wolf's senses with inescapable musk. It wasn't just a scent or a taste, but something more overwhelming.

"Mmmmh... atta boy" Druff murmured. The wolf couldn't see it of course, but he had his eyes closed in enjoyment. The wolf was following his orders to a T, and did know what he was doing. Brian felt a small measure of pride in that acknowledgement, unspoken as it was, but the small movements and reactions of the tiger's body to a skillful tongue going to town that were impossible to fully control when pleasured in such a way told him enough.

The wolf would continue listening to the satisfied cues of the large body perched on his tongue and make the tiger spill himself from that pleasure alone. He thought the bragging rights for that were too good to pass up. At least that was the plan. Who knew what else the mischievous feline menace was scheming. It could be that the surprise facesitting was only part of the plan of sexual torment for the wolf - even on top of the prostate teasing and the blue balls.

For now, Brian attacked the clenching manhole with gusto, the broad canine tongue making further heavy, insistent swipes. Occasionally there was a bit more give, whenever the tiger's muscle couldn't fully resist the attempt to break in.

"Hmmmmhh.."

The hiss and full-body shudder that accompanied it once the wolf finally managed to pierce the gates was deeply satisfying to the bound college boy. He wasn't sure if it was going to cost him dearly, or earn him praise for a rimjob well done, but Brian wasn't about to contemplate that for the moment. The momentary relaxation had allowed him to push the tip of his tongue past the outer muscle ring. He was now able to roll his slobbery pleasure tool around the ever so tender inner surface of the tunnel the tiger guarded so zealously. Even now the ring-muscle clenched and attempted to expel the unquestionably pleasurable intruder.

But he stood fast. The wolf had fought hard for the conquered territory and was not about to retreat so soon after making progress into the unknown. If his tongue was the tool that got to fuck the tiger's ass, so be it. But it was more like having the tiger's rump ride it, the cat still in control. He wasn't about to let the wolf get away with too much even if it was his tongue trying to plug his most precious.

It got more intense with the rocking motions of the tiger's hips. He was truly smothering the wolf down on his crack, all the while Brian tried to maintain a semblance of control and roll his tongue around, maybe to get a fraction of an inch more gain.

Until the tiger moved, weight back on his knees and his dick flopping against the wolf's open muzzle, a hugely satisfied smirk all over his lips while he looked down at the college wolf and his gaping maw. Brian breathed heavily.

"What was I saying about useful wolves, there?" said the tiger looming over him.

"I ahhh... couldn't really hear ya, pops..." the wolf was still panting, getting his lungs in order again. "Too much ass in my face y'know?"

Druff snorted at his younger companion.

"Is there such a thing?" he mused. "That's a muzzleful of heaven right there for a rump ranger like yourself, boy."

"Hey." Brian smacked his lips and winked at the tiger still perched atop of him. "Wasn't a complaint..."

The casual way the big cat's cock was resting against, and throbbing on, the bound hunk's face, virtually ignored during their exchange amused Druff. It was like silent acknowledgment of it being located where it belonged. And it looked hot as hell, too, the wolf with his barbed adornment.

After another few excited twitches, the spiny menace leaked a bead of pre over the side of the wolf's muzzle. The dirty young man lapped up reflexively. His industrious tongue didn't fail to graze against that thick piece of meat either. He was rewarded with another glob dribbling down to his lips. That too was immediately consumed.

Druff rumbled in approval, feeling overall quite satisfied with his present circumstances.

"Figures" the tiger said. "Nuzzling it now..."

"The way you have me here pops, not much else I can do," Brian replied. He wriggled his fingers, with his paws still clipped onto the collar. He wanted to flap his tail to show his indignance, but suspected that would've only made the teasing of the still buzzing vibrator only worse in his ass.

"You were doing just fine earlier," Druff said.

"I'm glad my skills are appreciated..." The wolf said, still playing catch with that barbed tool as much as his current lack of freedom allowed.

"I can appreciate quite a lot of you, Mr. Silva." Druff replied, bouncing his shaft on that lupine muzzle borderline playfully. The wolf rumbled in faux misery.

"Why do I always get disciplined when you call me that?" Brian asked, looking up at the tiger.

"Because you have a very dirty mind to go along with that dirty muzz, boy." Druff replied, taking hold of the base of his cock to slap it properly on the wolf's muzzle now, the leaky tip leaving musky, sticky marks wherever it struck.

"Pfffhah-" The wolf vocalized, not being able to do much about what the tiger was doing to him. Being slapped on the muzzle with a cock like that felt as odd as always, but it didn't make his knotted shaft turn any softer. Brian wasn't even sure it was possible, with the ring, the vibrator and the plug in his ass.

"Buh!"

After several more slaps, he couldn't help himself and turned to speak out some form of protest, but as soon as he opened his muzzle all that came out were sounds muffled by a thick barbed shaft being promptly shoved past his lips. The tiger had just been waiting for him to try speaking, again and the surprised noises coming out muffled by a thick cock sounded way more arousing than they had the right to to the horned up wolf as well who'd been made to receive that barbed, slick treat again.

"That's better."

The tiger moved his paw from the base of his shaft to clamp his fingers lightly around the wolf's muzzle. His hold made the wet suction of the wolf's mouth even more exquisite. A couple of thrusts were all he needed to drive his shaft through the wet lips and that fluttering tongue. The simple act of holding the wolf's muzzle shut over his cock, while not needed at all, was very satisfying. Exerting power and dominance over such a large male during sexual play was always a treat.

The wolf let him, of course, but the gestures still carried weigh - the deep implication that tugged at those primal parts of the mind which surfaced in the midst of heat, arousal and excitement. It was the drive to conquer and claim. With his muzzle held shut over a thick, throbbing cock... the wolf must've looked plenty claimed. The lupine's proud character just added fuel to the fire, for both of them. The wolf trusted the tiger to give him what he needed while he indulged in these submissive urges, so barely coaxed out, and Druff would perform to the fullest.

Perhaps the lines were being blurred with every passing moment. The tiger was doing what he wanted, and the wolf under him got what he wanted in turn. Who was playing who indeed, whatever their actual physical position at the moment.

"Look up," the tiger growled.

Admittedly, the wolf's eyes had fallen shut while he nursed the tiger's prick. The tiger slowly pulled back until only the tip remained between the obediently pursed lips. Brian's eyes flicked into life above the cat's knuckles. It was hard to give a genuine look of defiance when you were busily sucking cock and your asshole was trying to swallow a sex toy.

"Didn't even stop sucking for a moment. I'm gonna get somewhere with you yet, boy," the tiger chuffed. He patted one cheek bulging with cock when he gave the wolf another thrust between those lips. Perhaps he considered it a treat for good behavior. Brian lashed his tongue over the shaft as obedient as ever as it went in and then out until he was left to try and hold onto just the leaky tip again, to try to stop it from slipping out entirely.

Always teasing, that cat.

The tangy, salty pre he'd worked out of the tiger landed straight on his tongue. The taste, an acquired one mostly from the association with man-sex, and an arousing one by itself. The bound hunk had no trouble with suckling on that tip for more, swallowing it right down once some gathered in his muzz. His tongue was still for a moment, just touching the tip, letting the head of that spiny cock rested on it while the wolf worked, bringing sweet pleasure to the domineering tiger while those barbs almost literally scratched the college wolf's treacherous submissive urges.

The wolf was horny for more. He almost hated the things his mind imagined himself doing to the tiger, should the cat request such. He wasn't about to start begging for anything, his pride wouldn't allow for that, but the temptation was ever so sweet.

"Hmrmrm..." he growled around the flesh in his muzzle.

The tiger didn't have any issues reading the wolf's body language by now, all the subtle cues that gave away hints of what was going on beneath the surface. Of what the young man wanted, needed, but wouldn't say out loud. Still he opted to stand still, however, letting the wolf nurse on his leaky cock. Letting that warm muzzle fill with the taste of manly essence.

How could he not, with him suckling like such a good boy?

The tiger contemplated poking his bound catch about it, but opted not to disrupt the dutiful task... it simply felt too good. The feeling of that warm maw and wet tongue servicing his cock, the muscles in those bulky arms pulled taut by their bonds but still and relaxed in quiet submission. All that power, subdued. Willing.

It was a thrilling sight to take in indeed.

The flesh wants what it wants, however. Druff's hips began to move again sooner rather than later in time to the eager slurping under him. A slight tilt of the hips, and that thick head ground along the canine's tongue on every stroke... something the tiger was sure the wolf enjoyed just as well.

"Hrrrmhr..." The tiger rumbled from above, echoing the wolf's earlier vocalizations. There was no need for further talk between them for the moment beyond the manly noises of raunchy man-sex. The tiger thrust deeper, towards the back of the wolf's muzzle.

"Careful..." the cat hissed when he felt the first, abortive gag and the chuff from the wolf.... "Patience..."

He looked down and saw the wolf's eyes heavy lidded again, paws clenched into fists about his cheeks. Druff had most of himself buried into that hot maw and the pleasures it provided. He was glad the wolf was eager, but he tended to get carried away as the earlier slight gag showed. Zeal and endurance were all very good, and attractive, but sometimes one had to pace one's self.

The tiger held himself still in the bound wolf's muzzle, just at the depth before the previous gag and let him get accustomed to the thick piece of meat filling out his maw. Salty musk drooled over that servicing tongue, marking him.

Lewd slurping noises punctuated Brian's heavy breathing. The tiger could feel the large torso rising and falling under him. The agile canine tongue canvassed that oozing tiger cock like a juicy steak, which it might've as well been for the horny hunk at the moment.

The Druff kept his eyes on Brian, savoring the sight of the rough and tough wolf put into this cock-hungry state. It wasn't every time the wolf got quite this into it.

Not to let him get too cozy, however, the big bad tiger started moving his hips again ever so slowly, sliding just a little bit in and out of that warm piece of heaven of a muzzle. Druff was satisfied with the lack of any pesky reflexes getting in the way of the muzzle fuck that he now initiated again. The slow start and the ample saliva soon had his balls thwacking the wolf's muzzle every time he did a proper forward shove of his dick into the suckling mouth.

"You just keep sucking and you'll get a treat, boy," the tiger said apparently deciding that this was a good time to start heckling the wolf, "...on both ends, if you're good...hhnnrhh..."

The tiger snorted and held himself in deep, grasping the muzzle that now swallowed him all the way to the fold of his sheath.

"...and if I have enough steam left..." the cat chuffed ruefully. He only pulled himself backwards when he felt the telltale sensation of a gag beginning on the back of the wolf's mouth.

The wolf was looking at him now, eyes open and his mouth still spread by that throbbing cock. It was supremely sexy. He probably wouldn't mind anyhow, but the tiger found the reflexive defiance in that look upon the mention of that broad rump of his very amusing.

Druff was sure the scowl was supposed to look dangerous, but with the tiger's dick making one cheek bulge out, it looked anything but. Druff held the younger man's gaze as he shifted his hips around, probing around that warm maw and scraping the tip against the wolf's tongue, cheek, roof of his muzzle... anywhere he pleased, because he could.

He did it slowly. He drew it out, looking right into the wolf's eyes the entire time. And he didn't need to say anything.

'You're my bitch now.'

The tiger drew his hips back ever so slowly until only the tip remained in that suckling muzzle, oozing salty pre onto the wolf's obedient tongue.

'I could bend you over right now, stuff you, and you'd let me.'

Druff's hips flexed as he pushed forward, filling the lupine muzzle out yet again until wet lips kissed his groin.

'And you know it.'

He shoved his cock in down to the hilt again, and the wolf didn't gag. Still, he kept his eyes locked on the tiger's. It must've been as arousing to him as it was to Druff, in his own way, from the other side. The tiger smirked, confident, victorious, and handsome, masculine and perfect in the dim light while he hovered above the bound stud.

'And you might beg for it, if you'd let yourself.'

The lust was rising much like the musk that filled the room. Perhaps it was the growing submission the tiger witnessed that prompted him to further mischief. Although it was a pity to be pulling his dick out of the wolf's muzzle, other lovely things awaited. It did make a wonderfully lewd noise, popping and slapping away on his belly before his cock assumed the usual embassy flagpole posture.

"Tired, huh?" the wolf suggested, now with an empty muzzle. He sounded breathless, and maybe a little dazed from all the rough play.

"I am only getting started," the tiger replied.

Indeed. He removed the clasps that held the straps connected to the wolf's wrists. Then he moved to do the same to the cuffs on the wolf's wrists, kneeling on the bed so that the wolf got a view of his striped backside and swinging tail while at it. The ogling was as pleasant as the ability to move his legs properly after being tied down to one place for a while. His wrists were still snapped to the collar, which meant he was not out of trouble yet. And the toy was still buzzing -

"I expect you to behave."

"Nevarr!"

His boisterous crowing was interrupted by Brian's muzzle hitting a pillow when the tiger manhandled the wolf onto his belly.

"Humph!"

Brian jerked his tail, despite the way that more intense motion drove the metal sphere onto his prostate. He huffed and grumbled, and drove his hips forward, straining cock pressed to the mattress, his ass cheeks clenching sensually for any tigers viewing the show.

The still buzzing toy tied the whole image together. The tiger flicked it with his fingers, causing the wolf to tense up from the sudden movement inside his vibrating rump.

"Owh!" The bound male yelped out.

His insides were so tenderized from the constant buzzing that even the slightest movement felt incredibly intense, sending a surge of hot pleasure right up his cock, twitching between the firmness of his abs and the soft mattress.

"Been enjoying your newest present, boy?" The tiger rumbled from his new delectable vantage point, one paw leisurely settling over a broad rump cheek, groping and rubbing the full, firm muscle in slow circles. To the wolf it felt like he was stroking it like it was his property.

The contrast between the sharp pleasure still pulsing from his rear and the relatively gentle massage shut the rowdy wolf up real quick, his legs quickly starting to feel like jelly. The dirtier part of his mind wondered if the tiger was using his other paw to stroke his dick to the sight of him writhing there.

Brian lifted his muzzle enough from the pillow to huff a "uh huh" at the tiger, although he kept his eyes ahead.

"Maybe I'll let you take it home...for being a good sport."

Brian breathed out hotly onto the silk pillowcase. The tiger's paw dipped under his arched tail to fiddle with the metal hook that controlled much of his pleasure. The movement was toe curling, and then a bit uncomfortable when the tiger pulled - not because of the toy leaving his ass but since that tugged on his cock, which he laid on.

"Umph!"

"Lift yourself with your knees."

Brian followed the prompting, while the tiger maintained the tug on his junk. He managed to use his elbows a little, too, to get his loins up from the bed. The tiger fiddling about his knot made him want to howl and slam his hips down onto the bed, to hump anything that was close enough to offer friction.

"Ow-ow-ow-hhhhh..."

He bit his teeth and then the pillow when the slick, hot metal ring stroked along his shaft and rubbed over the swollen, bulbous tip before it was finally gone.

"Jeeeshuuush..."

The tiger was merciless, with the teasing toy gone or not. A spank sent Brian's tail up and a following push sent his hips flat onto the bed. The tiger's paw remained, heavy, and dug into his ass cheek.

"Tsk...blasphemy..."

Brian's ears flicked backwards, but he did not complain, especially not when the tiger's thumb pried his butt cheeks further apart and the tip teased near his asshole. The pawhold and the movement of the bed he felt through the springs suggested one thing, rather than another, and he was not disappointed when the tiger's muzzle appeared to lay the first, immensely wet and hot kiss under his tail.

"Uuuhhhnnng..." the wolf didn't even attempt to mute the keening moan that experienced tongue drew from him. He bellowed right into the pillow still clamped between his teeth. That warm, wet tongue felt maddeningly good on his previously stretched pucker. He could feel himself clench and flutter, even when that tongue was gone.

The tiger in charge rumbled from his position between the two muscled globes.

"Well, this is certainly easier than usual..." Druff spoke, eyes trained on that broad ass of his desire, "will definitely have to use it again on you, pup."

Brian felt heat creep up his cheeks at the term, but was forced to moan out again before he could say anything from a rough slap onto one of his cheeks. His ass bounced right back into the tiger's possessive paw.

"Hush now, sweetcheeks." Druff said, before diving back into the exposed valley. His tongue started by trailing up from the wolf's balls, savoring the taste of musk and sweat worked up from their previous play. Slowly, it crept until it reached that most intimate spot he had the privilege of getting very familiar with. He circled around that quivering ring lazily, a raspy tongue tickling its rim with the tip until the ass in his grip started pushing back to try and get more contact going, and... yes...

"MMMMFH!"

There it was, the sweet sound of a strong man failing to contain a cry of pleasure. The young man's body reacted beautifully to his touch, muscles under his paws flexing, writhing in response to the movement of that tongue scratching an itch that somehow seemed to grow more and more intense in spite of it. A need that just kept mounting and demanding more.

Seeing the wolf in such a state was always a treat, let alone the knowledge he could drive the very proud and headstrong male into such a state.

Maybe it really was all in the touch.

The first heavy, proper swipe of that rough feline tongue over his pucker had the wolf shuddering and pushing back hard, desperately stifling a moan into the pillow. The tiger repeated it immediately to a similar effect. Smiling with his tongue poking out between his lips, the tiger licked the wolf again and again.

Brian struggled to keep quiet, but not very successfully. It made him wonder if it'd actually be better to stop trying. His pillow-munching made the sounds come out muffled and whimpery, which probably wasn't quite the impression the wolf wanted to make.

But it was sooo good!

Again, in a way, the wolf felt that their assumed roles were blurring. Sure, he was tied down and moaned like a bitch from having his ass eaten out, but which one of them was doing the actual work? It was the Iberian wolf who enjoyed the ride for the moment, so to speak. He could imagine what the Druffessor might say about such a thing, if his muzzle wasn't so occupied.

'You just keeping looking pretty and behave and you'll get your treat, boy!'

He almost laughed, imagining the snooty tone. Perhaps that was actually an urge to giggle from the agile tongue raking back and forth over his anus.

"Ooohahha...."

The tiger kept his ass cheeks nice and spread and drove his tongue downwards until he got his mouth to the wolf's balls. First he stuck his nosepad filthily onto them and sniffed, audibly and hot so that there was no mistaking what he did, before he began to lap at the dangling 'nads.

"Owh!"

Brian's dick jerked and he suspected he was spurting pre-cum onto the tiger's fancy sheets. His balls had been slightly neglected during his bondage ordeal, having no particular direct stimulation. Oh, they were definitely blue, heavy and sensitive, which made the tiger's tonguing of them as torturous as it was heavenly.

Oh yeah, the wolf was definitely drooling precum onto those sheets now. The tongue slobbering over his balls combined with the ceaseless groping massage of his ass was just too much. With the tiger's nose stuck where it was, he'd no doubt he could smell the wolf's excitement as well, how it leaked out of his sexually charged body.

Somehow, Brian thought, Druff rather enjoyed the idea he could do that to the wolf, to turn him into a lupine faucet.

"Frrghhhh..." the previously ponderous wolf wasn't even sure what sounds he was letting out any more, he just let the pleasure wrack his mind like nothing else could.

'How does he always do it?!' The thought swam through the horny wolf's mind in between other ones that he would never speak out loud. His cock jerked, fully hard, against his belly. The tiger's suctioning lips were giving it a bit of a tug, from behind, which felt both odd, and hot.

But the tiger didn't linger, sad as that was. Once the wolf-nuts shove with spit, he let them go and returned to tending the college boy's taint and hole. The return trip was equally wet and hot, all the way back to the hole that demanded further attention with a lot of clenching. Druff's thumbs spread his crack wide, and the grip only made his sensitized flesh yearn for more.

"Guuuuuuh..."

Brian's tail flailed back and forth. The tiger seemed to ease his grapple on him momentarily, but soon the wolf found out that was only so that he could alternate licks with outright love bites on the wolf's ass cheeks. That made his eyes first widen, then crunch shut. This was new, but damn good in the heat of the moment.

The wolf's glutes flexed reflexively on every prickling nip of the tiger's teeth. The sensation was difficult to describe. He could only conclude it made his ass tingle and his cock jerk anew.

Was anything else important at the moment? Hardly.

The lupine's big body kept responding beautifully to the tiger's tricks. His ass was practically riding on that devious striped muzzle, or at least tried to. The Druff figured he could just stick his tongue out and the wolf would fuck himself on it. Fun as that prospect was, he rather enjoyed feeling the firm, bouncy muscle of that rear under his teeth.

Some prime rump steak that was alright. He'd have to remember to tease the wolf about it later. The sounds the nibbling forced out of him were just delicious. You'd never think a man of that size could produce them. Maybe he'd really have to set up that threatened video camera one night, and record the results.

Not that he was to neglect the still very needy pucker between those round mounds. The big cat's tongue still circled along the rim, teasing with just the tip and letting hot saliva drip right onto the flexing hole. Druff wondered what kinds of thoughts that feeling sent racing through the boisterous wolf's mind, of slick spit covering his tight little entrance in preparation to a hard drilling.

"Hrrrmh..." Druff rumbled from his place between his partner's muscular buns. Being in this position tended to stroke those fires something fierce for both of them.

Still he held his tongue back from directly claiming the big prize, trying to see just how much more he could coax from the wolf. He couldn't see his face, but the cat knew Brian was still biting onto that pillow from the muffled nature of his moans and yelps.

It took maybe a minute more of that treatment to get the horned up hunk over the limit however, and to relinquish his mouth hold on the pillow.

"God damnit, will you stop fucking around and get in there already!" Brian barked out, not daring to look back at the tiger for fear of blowing what little tough guy front he could muster.

The tiger chuffed. He sounded bemused by the wolf's needy tone when he tipped his muzzle up from under the wolf's sharply flapping tail. His paws remained in place and held the wolf's ass cheeks spread. The puckered hole remained burrowed among sopping wet fur.

"You do make a strong case for it," said the ass-grabbing, butt-admiring tiger. "Indeed..."

The tiger purred and rumbled, but did now show any signs of assfucking. The wolf tried to arouse further desire in the cat by wriggling his ass against Druff's palms. He was somewhat surprised, and perhaps disappointed that such slutty behavior didn't result in a spanking.

"Humph," the wolf breathed out when the tiger's paws departed.

"I suppose I'll have to humor you then."

The tiger shuffled on the bed and then almost dove off it, in search of something on the floor nearby. The wolf glanced back over his shoulder to see that the cat now held a tube of lube in his paw. He'd already seen it before, when the tiger had used the same slick stuff to prepare the toy before it went inside the wolf. Brian grumbled when he heard the noise of lube being squeezed out of the tube. It was not a very sexy sound, but the wolf found it acting like a Pavlovian signal, or sure, when it came to the clenching of his asshole. He felt quite wet back there and was confident he would've been able to take it either way, but he did like the fact the tiger showed some consideration while he anointed himself for the task.

"Don't hold back," was what the wolf said before dipping his muzzle back onto the pillow.

The cat moved. Brian felt a telltale one-pawed maneuver, right under his tail, flicking against a wrist just once while he moved his tail out of the way as the tiger used his fingers to spread him apart again. Next came the sensation of the wet and dangerously barbed tip of Druff's cock stroking on his hole. That didn't last long. The tiger began to push almost right away, and the wolf, after all the teasing, yielded.

The college wolf bit his teeth together when the fullness became almost unbearable in but a second. The tiger had really skipped the preliminaries and thrust himself balls deep in a single, smooth movement that left his sheath kissing on the wolf's madly clamping hole.

"HRNNNGH!" The wolf vocalized into the pillow, his whole body trembling at the no-nonsense spearing. Just like that, he was impaled completely on that thick barbed tool. The deliberately rough entrance flared discomfort, of course it did, but Brian knew it wouldn't last too long. The feeling of fullness and heat from that cock was at the forefront of sensations thundering from his spread ass, and it was good.

Part of the wolf's mind complained, like it always did, about just how easily and often he let the big cat gave a go at his rump, to fuck him into sweet rapture. Big tough wolves shouldn't be getting off so much from getting dick up the ass. The mental grumbling never lasted very long. Druff would start moving, and the nagging thoughts gave way to the tingling pleasure surging up his nerves from his stuffed hole.

The tiger was staying still for the moment. He properly savored his moment of triumph and kept his hips pressed flush to that broad, muscled ass. It never got old. Feeling that firm rear cushioning his hips, the steaming hot insides coiling and spasming around his flesh upon that initial entry... and the huffs and grunts of the burly canine trying to relax and adjust, so the part he knew he really craved would come.

Druff watched the powerful muscles of Brian's back and shoulders tense up, freely admiring the beauty of the young wolf's ruggedly masculine form. A slight sheen of sweat adorned it, from all their previous exertions. The tiger rumbled to himself at the sight. It was truly an attractive one...especially so impaled on his barbed spear as he was, with the taming of the beast it implied. At least for now. The tiger knew it was an illusion to a degree. He was willing to play along.

The tiger was roused from his ogling admiration by the sensation of that tight sleeve of a tunnel inching ever so slightly and down over his shaft, and those ass cheeks grinding over his groin. His ears flicked in surprise, but nothing could stop the grin spreading over that striped muzzle.

"Well well..." The big cat rumbled dirtily. He stroked along the wolf's tensing and relaxing butt cheeks, in naughty acknowledgement of the college boy's needy pumping of his hips.

"If you make me do all the work, pops..." the wolf retorted.

"Don't mind if you do," Druff said.

The wolf kept his further grumblings down. He didn't want to lose that part of the game. Besides, nudging that dick back and forth in his butt felt good, the way the barbs rubbed on his walls and the girth of the shaft kept his hole stretched open. His body had almost forgotten just how thick the tiger did get on the base of his length. At least it had stopped smarting already. Only a good fullness remained after a couple minutes. He could even try and tease the tiger even further by consciously tensing his internal muscles.

"Grrrr."

The tiger made a satisfied-sounding noise at the sensation of the wolf's body trying to suck him in deeper. He was already up to the balls, the wolf could tell, so it was mostly just a greedy desire for more. But it did prompt the cat to finally move his hips backwards, and then go in.

"Ah..." breathed out the wolf. His prostate got the best of it, and the tiger's paws gripping more firmly on his hips felt good too.

The tiger braced himself on his paws a little as he set up the rhythm of stroking in and out of the wolf. He moved very slowly, almost too slowly, Brian thought, being humped under his tail now by the tormenting tiger. He wouldn't be too greedy, though. The wolf didn't like the idea of coming off too slutty, even in the throes of pleasure.

The slow pumping was really doing it for the wolf for now. It was like a nice, slow, heavy deep massage. The thick, rigid shaft stretched him out good. The countless barbs dug like tiny fingers against the tight tunnel. Combined with the easy pace, the wolf felt like he could lay there and take it for hours, if needed.

'Now what did I promise to myself about being slutty?' a little part of the wolf's mind suggested, only to be pushed away again by another deep thrust.

Druff's paws complimented the treatment, kneading those thickly muscled ass cheeks like springy dough. He made sure to press them together against his pumping shaft every time it left the warmth of the wolf's hole, drawing out the pleasure for both of them with the impromptu hotdogging action. Druff was rewarded for his efforts with the steady clenching of that tight tunnel around his shaft every time he made a pass against the college boy's p-spot, extra condiments on the pure pleasure of being balls deep in some prime ass. By then, Brian had his eyes closed with his muzzle resting on the previously munched pillow. He looked content with his circumstances, enough to prompt some further teasing.

"Hmmrh..." The tiger rumbled, never interrupting his leisurely pace of pumping in and out of the wolf's ass. "You're taking this rather well."

The wolf's ears flicked in what could have been annoyance.

"Figured I might as well... Don't make me change my mind, pops."

He grumbled and added after a pleased sigh, "And don't you stop."

Brian's disgruntled acceptance of his fate was all part of their little game, and the tiger knew as much, of course. A little teasing for fun never hurted. He knew the wolf wouldn't be letting him do what he was doing without enjoying it as well. He'd not be of the sort to raise his tail just to make someone happy.

And what a lovely tail - and what an amusing remark, thought the tiger.

"You know I'm just starting," the tiger responded accordingly. He spared a paw to grab that bushy tail and give it an appropriately asshole-clenching yank. The wolf huffed, but did try his best at wrapping his tail around the tiger's arm. The kneeling cat thrust perhaps half of his length in and out of the wolf in a series of quick thrusts that made that tail wriggle against his arm.

"Nngh..." the wolf opined. The clips holding his cuffed paws to his collar jingled while he was forced to grapple on the pillow again. This particular piece of bondage was still strange, but slowly growing on him. Perhaps he'd get a chance to try it out on someone else. Probably not the tiger.

Damnit.

The tiger decided to change things up then. With the way the wolf was positioned now, he only had to pull on Brian's hips to force him to more of a face down, ass up.

"Spread your legs," he huffed to the wolf, still without missing a thrust, "there we go..."

The panting wolf did as he was told. This new position let the tiger get even deeper, or so it felt like at least. Druff's paws slipped higher up along the wolf's sides as he leaned over the wolf, hips moving faster now to bump their bodies together repeatedly. The change in position was an abrupt break of the previous zen-like slow burn, and the wolf figured he'd let the tiger carry the weight of his body to maintain its raised posture.

He spread his legs as asked, the prompt to this day making heat surge up to his ears and a weird little knot form in his throat, but it got worked loose real quick by the faster pace and deeper angle. His cock jolted with every thrust, both from his internal flexing and the tiger bumping at him from the rear.

"Hmmmh..." the wolf vocalized his satisfaction again with a low rumble that was befitting his stature, in contrast to the sounds he made earlier when Druff was making a feast out of his ass with his muzzle.

With the weight of the beefy wolf's hips fully in his paws, the tiger understood his partner easily enough. That surrender of control could be used for added pleasure as well, in the form of pulling that springy ass back into his steady thrusts. It made the penetration feel that much deeper and heavier, really laying into that hidden prostate and filling the room with the lewd sound of hips smacking on muscled ass proper. The new position meant he was coming down at the wolf more than just moving forwards and backwards while he remained mostly upright. Now the cat could put more weight to it, and both of them felt it as soon as they got going.

"Maybe I should've left you stew a bit longer before coming back," the tiger announced after a few quiet moments of buttfucking.

Brian mostly felt the words as hot air flowing onto his neck. I made the fur there prickle and rise. The tiger was really hunched up on top of him now, and a little change, which was accompanied by a shift in the way that dick slipped into him and out of him, he felt the cat's knees touch his own. Druff adjusted his position so that he was putting even more of his weight into the thrusts. They were louder now, not unlike the spanking action the wolf had endured again. That was but a memory, anyway. The core of his pleasure was moving inwards. The tiger's pumping shaft sent those wonderful sparks of pleasure through his body, to the core of the wolf's being. Even the tiger's balls slapping on his own felt good, in its own way.

The tiger snarled.

"...see if you'd have soiled yourself from the teasing alone..."

Now the hot breath and the quietly hissed words came even closer. He could tell the angle was different, too. The tiger was leaning even more over him, claiming him now. Paws turned into arms only when the tiger braced further on the mattress. The wolf was being surrounded by tiger on all sides now.

It thrilled him in a new way. This was a familiar position for the wolf, albeit from the tiger's current perspective. It was one of his favorite ways to do this when he was the one topping. Covering his partner's body with his own while he ground their hips together added an extra layer of control, domination, besides the inherently exciting feeling of full bodily contact... pressing them down onto the bed, making them feel the weight and strength of the male taking them as his own for the night.

Yeah.

Definitely a favorite.

Finding himself on the other side of the equation wasn't bad either, the wolf thought. He felt wrapped with warmth that felt alive, every subtle movement of the tiger's body as he thrust into him felt fully, and the constant rumble in his chest pressed tightly to his back. The weight of the big cat's body upon his own was arousing as well. It was the sight of those arms on either side of him, holding the tiger up, that for some reason made the heat creep back up to the insides of his ears.

Perhaps it was a more tangible reminder that there was another man on top of him, making the wolf submit and taking his pleasure from him in the most carnal way a male could dominate another than the very cock pumping in and out of him, plundering his depths thoroughly. That came in addition to the noises of it all, and the quickening grinding of their bodies together. The wolf didn't know if the tiger was getting anywhere close himself but he sure was feeling the effects of their prolonged fun. His body glowed, and the deep thrusts into him only fanned the fire.

The tiger was growing more passionate, and more thrilling for the wolf on the bottom. The thrusts were faster, the grip of the cat's body more firm.

He's losing control.

The wolf let out a moan at the repeated hard poking on his prostate. This position made his cock swing back and forth and flap softly against his belly from the force of the thrusts from behind the wolf. He felt hot, wet breath on his neck that then became a nibble. The tiger finally brought his muzzle down.

The teeth found skin, carefully, but firmly. He bit just hard enough to let the wolf feel the pinpricks against his skin, upon that most sensitive and vulnerable place. Feeling the sharp teeth pressing in tickled something primal at the back of the mind. It felt dangerous and utterly thrilling. The wolf was loving it. He was making the tiger let loose, to allow the lust to take over.

"Yeah..." the wolf breathed. "Aah..."

He had in his turn lost a great deal of control over their coupling when Druff pulled his ass up and off the bed, but now he was grinding his rump backwards against the tiger's groin. The wolf wanted to get that thick tool to roll around inside him and to make those barbs dig into his quivering inner walls ever so good.

The motions were clumsy, and probably came off as supremely slutty, but that point had been crossed already. If it felt good, and the wolf wanted more of it. His whole body was tense from the intense pleasure crashing through him in waves propelled by the impact of the tiger's hips. Before he even knew it, his eyes were rolling back behind closed lids and his tongue lolled out of a heavily panting muzzle.

"Ah...ah...yeah...make me...uh...feel it..."

Druff could only see him partly, still biting that neck as he was, but he knew, words or not. The strong body writhing in pleasure under him, that tight tunnel clamping around him and springy ass pushing back clumsily against his pounding were plain as day. The college boy was well and truly in the zone, getting fucked silly and loving it.

His following growl was a satisfied one.

The tiger wished he could watch the wolf's face fully, contorted with pleasure as it was. But oh well. Fucking the spunk out of the big hunk before working his own deep inside the wolf would suffice. As tempting as it was, he wasn't going to be moving now. In this position, with the wolf going so wild, he was truly taking him as his own. And that is what he wanted to do, exactly.

His paws moved slowly, his hips not missing a beat. Druff nudged them under the wolf's elbows, which were close to his chest, and then Brian's arms further apart to get his own arms under the wolf. After bracing above him, now there was no space left between the two when the tiger wrapped his arms about the wolf's chest. This locked their bodies together. Any movement either of them did was transmitted to the other, now that they were joined all the way.

It was an odd feeling, being held like that while a cock was plowing through his ass. The tiger's arms around his body felt nice and warm, especially the palms pressing down flat against his tense muscles. Druff's grip was firm and powerful, a show of strength as well as keeping their bodies pressed as close together as possible, and keeping the wolf in place to receive the full force of the rutting. Big striped paws splayed over thick pectoral muscles, grabbing greedily both for purchase and mutual pleasure.

It was such a strange mix of arousal and comfort. This tiger had truly caught a hold over him, in more ways than one.

The heat radiating from the tiger's body was as intoxicating as the thunderous pounding of that thick barbed dick up his clamping ass and the rubbing of stomach and chest over the wolf's back carried forward by Druff's flawless thrusting.

The tiger was owning him so completely in the moment, and it was getting to the wolf's head... and his cock. His mind was a fogged over haze of pleasure and his cock was twitching madly in reaction to the powerful thrusts into his rear. There was only one thought that drifted in and out of his dazed mind.

This was complete surrender.

He could feel it creeping on him, being once again driven towards the ultimate act of submission to another male. That would be having the orgasm fucked out of him. He was going to spill all over the tiger's bed and in no unclear terms show just what having a cock up his butt did to him. This wasn't an attack on his senses, this was an outright slaughter. It put his entire body on fire, but it was a good flame. Thanks to the tiger, who was everywhere, on him, in him, he was safe to explore this new sexual territory.

The tiger was ruining his ass with his barbs, pounding away at the ass that was now hungry for it. His nipples were pinched between the tiger's fingers - whether deliberately, or as a happy accident, he wasn't sure - and that made tingling pleasure spark across his chest.

Brian knew he was going to go over any moment. He was not going to try to hold it back. Not that there was any chance of him doing so, with how eager the tiger was to make him nut. Yet it still managed to catch the wolf by surprise, how the final push happened.

The tiger came.

Druff's hips jerked forward powerfully, buried to the balls on the moment of his ultimate release. His length throbbed inside the wolf and delivered more of his strong seed with each spurt deep into the core of the college boy. The heat that washed over Brian's insides triggered his own climax. His body didn't know what else to do with such intense, intimate stimulation.

He moaned out loud as his knotty cock, trapped between his stomach and the bed, started twitching and spilling his musky cum. After a session this long and intense, Brian could allow himself the slipup of sounding like a bitch in heat. Druff held him close, the tiger's grip around his body tightened when his orgasm overtook him, seeking to have the one taking his seed as close as possible, to feel the waves of tension washing over the wolf's body in his orgasm intertwined with his own.

The tiger just held the panting hunk while they both rode out their peak, merely grinding their hips together to work that warm load as deep as he could. The friction against those big muscled glutes was a pleasurable extra. To complete the picture, Druff's jaws found Brian's shoulder and clamped down, drawing out another groan from the canine writhing in the pleasure of sweet release. The tiger himself was grunting and groaning against the muscular shoulder, more akin to an animal in the heat of the moment with passions running rampant. Fucking the orgasm out of this wolf always brought out the beast in the striped professor. And they both liked that.

It was a mind numbingly good one too, the tiger could tell, from the way that hot tunnel clamped down on his throbbing manhood as if possessed. The tiger held his conquest firmly in his grasp while he emptied the last of his seed inside the raggedly panting mess of a wolf.

The gaping muzzle, lolled out tongue and glossed over half-lidded eyes painted the perfect image of a truly well-fucked wuff. It was a good thing he took it belly down. It would have made quite a mess the other way around. He might've painted his face with the evidence of his submission. Now it was the tiger's bedsheets that took the brunt of it, besides the wolf's ass. Brian knew that he was going to be feeling that one for a while.

The tiger began to nuzzle and groom the wolf's shoulder. It smarted a little from the spots where the teeth had really pressed deep. His arms cradled the wolf still, unwavering and strong. Both of them were slowly relaxing into it, bondage and sweat notwithstanding.

The wolf's breathing calmed as well, and he was even humming softly to himself from the pleasant sensation of that grooming tongue and the warmth of the tiger on top of him, enveloping him. Druff's spent cock was still embedded inside of him, still half hard, but the previous fucking was mostly an afterthought for the moment. The afterglow and the tiger's tender ministrations were like a spell over the exhausted canine who just wanted to rest there.

Druff wasn't too keen on moving from his lofty spot either, arms slowly caressing the wolf's stomach and chest, wrapped around the brawny canine as they were. Upon shifting his hips and legs to make himself more comfortable, however, the wolf grumbled in protest.

"You stay in, you hear?" One eye opened halfway to glance at the tiger's muzzle over his shoulder. "And don't you think of moving away either"

It really seems like the wolf was unwilling to part with his purring, striped blanket as of yet. The tiger just chuckled amicably.

"I didn't intend to."

"Good."

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