The days of our lives...
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There were some days when life could be so trying that thoughts of running away from everything actually seemed like a good idea. The constant noise of daily life mixed with the hustle and bustle of the city combined with the mindless drudgery of the same repeating pattern, day after day after day, could drive a person to madness. Someone once said that noise pollution could lead to the degeneration of the body's physical and mental networks and looking at some of the drones who walked down the street in that hour of twilight, the fox could actually believe it. Everyone looked almost hypnotized as they made their way to wherever they were supposed to be that many of them looked like they were on autopilot.
It was spooky really.
Thankfully the vulpine in question there was spared from this kind of mental zone by his one saving grace and fortunately for him, it wasn't alcohol. Nope, the thing that was like a refreshing balm for his senses was the local fitness center; particularly, the twenty-four hour gymnasium that cost eighty dollars a month to be a member of.
Walking in off of the street with his gym bag curled underneath his shoulder, Terrence Caldwell waved to the male snow leopard receptionist sitting down at his desk with his nose in a book before going up to the front desk and signing in. The new electronic ID reader scanned his membership badge hanging from his neck and soon a small slip recording his entry spilled out and fell into one of the fox's paws. Noting the time, Terrence stuffed the small piece of paper into one of the pockets of the jeans he was wearing and then made his way towards the men's locker room. Past the urinals and then into the overly musky enclosure reeking of day old sweat and testosterone from multiple species of males, Terrence tried to ignore the scent in favor of concentrating on the swirling whirlpool, his goal for the night.
At twenty-six years old the red fox with the dark brown gloves and socks had finally made it up into the corporate world, just like his father and uncle before him, but now Terrence was learning the hard way about the price of his success. It wasn't so much the hassle of the business that made him so tired these days as it was him having to stomach the cutthroat and often savage nature of the social ladder that he had to climb to stay on top. Who would have thought that the business world was filled with more thieves and backstabbers than any Mexican cartel? It was always said with a roll of the eyes and chuckle by the average furian but nobody could really understand it until they've been there and actually seen how the corporate world really worked.
And God bless them if they managed to stay moral and sane while wading through those murky waters of political big business.
Today was a real nightmare, even more so than last week when the entire mainframe for their company had just crashed from a 'mega virus', because Terrence actually had to fire someone who was doing his job but just didn't make 'the cut', as his boss put it. The look on the rabbit's face was heart wrenching and haunted Terrence for the rest of the day until he finally decided to just go home and pour his heart out over a glass of scotch. The warm amber liquid hadn't really helped, but it did make the empty pit in his stomach fill up with something other than disgust, at least for the moment.
Making his way over one of the wooden benches, Terrence sat down, dropped his bag to the floor, brought his paws up to his face and cupped his eyes as he let out a heavy sigh. There were times when he wondered how his father had managed to do what he did, which Terrence was sure had been illegal now that he actually worked for 'Big Business'. Then again, that could have been why his father and uncle had worked so closely together. The two vulpines always had been close, so it wasn't a big leap in logic to assume that they probably had been doing things that would have landed them in prison for twenty to thirty years minimal. It probably also explained why the both of them had 'retired' together overseas after working for only ten years.
Either that...or mom was right and both of them had hooked up together and ran off leaving him and her behind.
Shaking his head, Terrence lowered his hands from his face and took a breath. He'd come to relax, not think about age old hurts that made him neurotic in the first place. His fingers moving over each button of his dress shirt, something he hadn't bothered to take off even after switching pants at home, and soon Terrence was unveiling his tight vulpine six pack for the world to see. Having been coming to this gym for the past year and a half, the fox had toned up some from his previous lanky form he had kept in college. Though he wasn't anything spectacular to look at, at least in his own eyes, Terrence had a healthy glow about him that seemed to radiate from his body like a beacon.
Looking down at the shirt in his paws, Terrence noticed the dark material stained with the thick scent of his own stench from his walk from his downtown so when Terrence brought the article to his nose he couldn't help but blanch slightly. Tossing the piece of clothing onto the floor, Terrence stood up and rolled his shoulders as the tension began to creep through his bones before he let out a vulpine merf of annoyance as he reached down to undo the zipper of his pants.
Just as he was slipping his jeans from his thick thighs and well groomed fur his ears flicked upwards when the door to the room opened admitting two forms who dwarfed the width of the entryway. Not one for wearing underclothing, much the same as most furrians, Terrence lowered his overly fluffy tail over his white furred rump to avoid anyone thinking he was offering his tail to them. Hearing the two males coming and jabbering about something he couldn't understand, the fox turned away from the newcomers and then picked up his gym bag from the floor along with his shirt.
It was a little known fact that foxes often got molested in gyms and other public places by other predator furs and as Terrence's nose caught the scent of wolf and dog getting closer to him he made up his mind that he wasn't going to be some willing vixen for the two males. Despite what some furians would say, all foxes did not have a submissive side that made them horny whenever they were around other males more dominant than them. It was more like an urban legend that had been thought up by a bunch of horny wolves that happen to catch a bunch of vulpines that liked to raise their tails for others.
Unzipping his bag and snatching out his gym shorts as well as his towel, Terrence leaned back up and then unfurled his tail so he could step into the nylon material just in time to feel two sets of eyes burning into his backside.
Stretching up to his full five foot five frame, not counting his overly fluffy ears that twitched at every sound the duo behind him made, Terrence groaned and flexed his back muscles before grabbing his carrier and then turning to put it into an open locker. Slinging his towel over his shoulder, Terrence turned his head to regard the two other males and noted that they were very muscular, more so than he had originally seen out of his peripheral as well as possessing strong scents laden with sweat and earthy musk, before making his way towards the shower area without speaking a word to them.
Going over to an empty stall, throwing his towel onto the sidewall and turning the water on, Terrence shuddered under a chilling spray before the heated water came on and began to massage the down sliding rain into his tired muscles. Turning around once, Terrence murred when he felt the warm needles run over at the knots that had coiled into his spine and ease them out of his body like a gentle massage. Bending forward and lifting his fluffy white tipped tail to get at his underside, the fox flicked an ear when he heard someone step onto his left and right before turning their showers on. Raising himself back up, Terrence turned around and shut off the water before shaking himself while trying not to notice the grey wolf that seemed to be leering at him like he was a piece of meat. His scruff rising in aggravation, Terrence took a deep breath before turning to nod at the other then to the brown and black dog who was equally checking him out.
He'd blame it on his curious nature when he looked into the canine's deep black irises and mentally recorded the features of that rough, smiling muzzle along with the Doberman's the cropped ears that twitched while honing in on him. Letting his head roll over to his other side, Terrence watched the wolf who was growling in his direction and smirking at him while at the same time licking over his lips like he had just found something delectable to chase after. While the dog seemed to be generally interested in him, the fox knew that all the wolf wanted was a single, hard fuck and then would probably ignore him like dirt underneath his foot later on. Twisting his head back and forth between the two males, Terrence felt his own sheath began to thicken as his balls began to pull upwards towards his body.
Turning back over towards the other male, the eyes of the dog just seemed to beg him to stay around and maybe even to share his shower with him but a sudden bark from the wolf broke his focus. In that instance, Terrence broke out of the shower room towards the whirlpool as fast as his legs could carry him after. It was times like this that Terrence really wished he had a boyfriend so he could have someone to be faithful too, because in that moment his principals and dignity were taking a swift and vengeful beating by his libido. Whispers of the promised euphoric pleasure that would come from submitting to those two studs ghosted through his head but were cruelly pushed aside in favor of his quick retreat.
Slowing himself down once he was far enough away from the wolf and dog to not feel so enraptured by them, Terrence took this time to let out a couple harsh pants before he looked around the room of the gym and note that no one else was around.
In the middle of the room sat the oversized swimming pool that dwarfed two-thirds of the area with the churning whirl pool further up ahead just before you got to the closed windows out looking the night sky. To the left of the bubbling waters was the steam room and to the right was the massage area for the VIP customers who paid the one-hundred and sixty dollars monthly fee. Skipping the pool, Terrence made his way over to the whirlpool and tried not to giggle like a cub as he could feel the warmth already soaking into his fur even from no more than three feet away. Setting his towel down onto the floor, Terrence stepped into the pool until his entire body beneath his neck was submerged and murred as the rushing waters swallowed up all the tension inside of him and soothed it away until he became a smiling bundle of fur and muscles. Wadding over to the other edge of the pool, Terrence sat himself down onto one of the seats underneath the water right next to a rushing jet stream and began to play with the stream, letting it run over his fingers and then his toes.
Mind calmed by the swaying rock of the whirlpool and body relaxed from the heated bubbling that surrounded him, Terrence tried not to think about tomorrow or the broker's meeting that he had to attend in the morning. In truth, the fox wasn't sure if he wanted to go back to work after today. This afternoon had been the kick to the groin to prove to Terrence that he wasn't really cut out for the business world and everything that it entailed: the politics, the backstabbing, the lies not to mention the hurt that just seemed to set somewhere in his chest and wouldn't go away. That rabbit's face was probably going to bother him for a long time to come, he just knew it. In honesty, Terrence really preferred the simple life of being a stock boy back when he was in college and trying to scrape by for his internship. Back then, his biggest worry had been keeping his grades up and making enough money to have something besides microwave noodles, but it had been a lot of fun in the end.
When his father had run off, there was no point in lying about it now, his mother had gotten a large trust for himself and an even bigger check that she had deposited and used to keep the both of them in the house. However, when a search had come from the IRS and the FEDs much of the money had been confiscated because it turns out that some of it went 'missing' while his father and uncle had been working for their company. His mom, being the vixen she was, had charmed one of the government officials into letting her keep enough to live comfortably and even married again just last year. How she had done that while still married to his father...Terrence didn't think he wanted to know; least to say, working knowledge of the law and his rights as a citizen had been instilled in the fox from his high school days.
Growling and shaking his head, Terrence closed his eyes and decided to just forget about it and call in sick tomorrow. If they fired him then that's just what they did. He had enough money to last him for at least six months of rent and living expenses so he had time to straighten his thoughts and feelings out enough to plan his next move.
Right now, the vulpine moaned as he felt the two paws pull him into a warm and furry chest while murring and leaning his nose up into a bulky pectoral that seemed to quiver at his touch. The wall of muscles that held him covered Terrence almost completely as he found himself folded into a large crook of someone's bicep before another pair of arms reached below the water and began to paw at his sheath. It felt too good for words but the utterances of pleasure that escaped Terrence's maw were words enough for the male that was now licking at the side of his neck. A hard nip made the fox gasp and clench his eyes shut even tighter even as his legs spread underneath the water to allow a single finger to brush along his taint towards his anus. When a single finger breeched the walls of his tailhole the other male that was holding him lifted his arm and pushed the vulpine's nose into his washed pit. The scent of wolf was thick and left a pleasant buzz in Terrence head; even though it was muted from the soapy...wait a tick...
Snapping his green eyes open, Terrence moved his head around to look and see the muscled grey wolf and Doberman from before leaning into him and nuzzling his neck and chest. The dobie let out a warm grumble of delight as he pushed his finger deeper into the vulpine's lower end and soon began to buck said digit through the fox's rectum. A gasp of pleasure rang out from Terrence muzzle, alternatively causing his maw to choke down a taste of wolf musk from the lupine's pit as he jumped up from the stimulation against his prostate. The wolf, taking the opportunity he was given, closed his arm around the smaller fox's head and flexed his arm making Terrence struggle against his hold and ultimately coat himself in the bigger male's scent.
The heavy smell was like the earth after a rainstorm, both cloying as well as refreshing in an odd way, and soon Terrence was flailing around a lot less until all he could do was make out short whimpers of mercy to be released. Another hand reached down and began to play with the fox's balls, testing the weight of them and rolling them around like one would a ball of dough while the same palm that was on his cock began to play with the tip of his erection that was just now pushing outwards. The finger in his tailhole pulled out a few moments later, much to Terrence's relief, only to be replaced by two more as the Doberman began to stretch the smaller furian's back passage with slow scissoring motions. The dog's head never left the vulpine's chest though, which made being in the dark cavern filled with the funky aftertaste of wolf somewhat much more bearable as Terrence began to pant from the heat and sweat forming on his head. Licking out his tongue, Terrence was rewarded by another taste of the lupine and soon found himself lapping up whatever he could get his tongue on, which he would later rationale to needing air.
The wolf growled triumphantly as he felt the fox finally worship his pit while still captured within the crux of his arm. Looking to his partner, the muscular gray canid rolled his lips back over his teeth in a show of being right about their new little toy before a single paw shot out of the water and grabbed him around the neck and began to apply pressure. Instantly, the air in his throat was blocked off and soon the wolf had to release the smaller male in order to fight for his own oxygen.
The Doberman's hard opaque eyes were like glowing lasers on the wolf as he tipped up from licking against Terrence's chest to glare at his partner.
Not really sure what was going on but sure he wasn't going to like it, even though it felt really good at in the moment, Terrence pushed away from the wolf and then made his way into a corner to watch the others with wary eyes.
"Now, does this hurt?" The dog asked with an accent that sounded maybe British or it could have been Australian.
"B-bastard! 'Lemme go!" The wolf said with a snap of his jaws making the Doberman lean upwards until the two were face to face.
Terrence noticed that while the two males were about the same height, which was probably somewhere around six foot six feet tall, from where they stood in the water, the Doberman was much bigger and broader than the wolf and easily dominated the other male with a simple grasp of the neck. The veins of his arms stood out prominently through the his chocolate colored fur, so that must have meant that he had to use a spectacular display of force to control the other, but nonetheless he was doing so without wavering or relenting, much to the lupine's annoyance.
"If you can't learn to play with others, then I'm going to have to punish you. Do you want that puppy?" The dog asked in a way that made Terrence shudder. The thought of what this brute could or would do to the wolf was a frightening thing to contemplate.
"Alright. Alright. I'm sorry." The lupine finally apologized and was soon released with a casual air of disdain from the dog. Grasping his neck and rubbing over his throat, the wolf lowered his head before his obvious alpha and tucked his long tail between his legs, though Terrence couldn't see that because of the gurgling water clouding his vision.
"Good boy. Now then," The Doberman started and then turned to look Terrence into the face with a reassuring smile. Crossing the small divide between them, the dog was soon standing in front of the smaller fox and then bending down to nuzzle against his scruff. With the two of them standing so close together Terrence tried not to blush and curl his own tail around his waist when the bigger stud licked across his face and snout oh-so casually. "I'll apologize for my mate. He has no tact and even less grace when it comes to finessing another male. Please forgive him." The words were sincere but...
"And what about you? What did you think you were trying to do when shoved your fingers up my ass?!" Terrence snarled trying to summon up his anger in place of his arousal as he folded his ears back onto his head and let the fur on the back of his neck rise up in anger.
"Sorry about that," The Doberman expressed regret while looking Terrence right into the eye as he spoke. "I thought you would have wanted some... company here tonight, but I guess I was wrong. Usually when we go out on the hunt, we can tell a male who prefers other males and get them to play with us without incident. Guess we were wrong this time," The dobie said as he turned to his mate who was grumbling and bending his knees so that his upper half was in the water.
"Not all foxes are gay, alright!" Terrence turned and began to walk away from the pool before he heard something that made him seethe even more,
"That's a new one on me then," The Doberman said before walking back over to his companion and then bending down so that his torso and chest were completely inside of the pool.
Growling and finally huffing, Terrence got out of the whirlpool and then shook himself off before snatching his towel and making his way to the steam room. Just as he got to the door to the heated room, his ear happened to perk at just the right moment to hear the new conversation coming from the two bigger canids and what he heard made the fox shudder in... well he wasn't sure at the moment.
"Great way to go and scare him off," The dog chided as he sat back against the wall next to his companion, instinctively getting the wolf lower his ears and then himself before turning his neck up to the side to show his admission of guilt.
"He didn't seem to mind."
"That's because he was boxed in. I don't know how well I'd like it if someone came and stuffed my head inside of their arm and held me down."
"But we did that for your birthday last year."
"Yeah, but I knew what I was getting myself into. He didn't. Though, I think he liked it, in the end." The dobie said more to himself that to his mate before sighing and leaning his head backwards.
"We could snatch-and-grab him." The wolf grunted as moved over and then rested his head onto the bigger dog's shoulder, licking out over the Doberman's ears to show his deference.
"You would like that now, wouldn't ya? You remember what happened last time we tried that." The dog said as he grunted from the memory of what had happened back then and not to the warm caresses that were making him hard.
"Yeah, but at least he was a good lay. Nice body too. That 'roo didn't seem to have a problem once you shoved your piece into his ass and dicked him for two hours straight." The wolf chuckled as he reached underneath the water and began to palm over his partner's growing erection.
"I think it was the three grand I had to leave with him that kept us from getting it from the captain."
"That too, but..."
Terrence didn't hear anymore as the hiss and groan of the steam fans filled his ears as he opened the door to the misty area. A blast of hot air followed by fur tingling steam rushed out swallowing up the vulpine, before Terrence stepped inside of the small space and shut the door behind him. Breathing shallowly to try and adjust from the heat and pressure that settled in his chest from, Terrence made his way over to one of the benches, dropped his towel down underneath himself and then plopped down. Curling his soaked, fluffy tail around his body and then pulling his padded feet up from the already too hot floor, Terrence groaned and sighed before tucking his head into his chest and counting silently into his head.
On average, a fur wasn't supposed to be in the steam room more than ten minutes, but Terrence often liked to time himself and see just how long he could stay in before it got to be too much for him. On record his time stood at eleven minutes and ten seconds. Tonight, he was going to try for thirteen minutes, just to see. Within in seconds the scent of his own musk began to waft up into his drying nose along with the leftover buildup from the wolf's own musk that was still lingering on his head. The two combined smells were somewhat offsetting as Terrence's own chestnut like scent meshed with that of the lupine's heavy earthy tang making the fox feel lightheaded as his half engorged erection remained firm between his legs. Breathing in the scent and trying not to seem as aroused by it as he really was, Terrence reached down and began to palm over his foxhood while alternatively blotting out thoughts of the two sexy hunks he had left behind.
He wasn't some vixen, Terrence kept chiding himself as he slapped his tail against the bench while listening to the steam hiss around him from the unseen machine perpetrating it. He hadn't had a boyfriend since college though, but even then the both of them had shared the roles of being on top and had enjoyed it thoroughly. His boyfriend of the time had been another fox though, so maybe that was the reason he gave into the wolf and Doberman so easily. They were just so big and muscular and smelled so good. The dobie he hadn't had a good chance to sniff over but Terrence couldn't get the lingering scent of something warm and woodsy, maybe like pine? He wasn't sure, but between the two of them Terrence was sure that he could imagine being in a forest between the both of them. Maybe even sandwiched in bed with the both of them?
But this wasn't right...he'd almost been violated because two guys though he was...that he had been...well...
Turning it over in his head, Terrence thought that even if he had been somewhat molested, it had felt really good at the time. The fingers in his tailhole were so broad that they could have made up the girth of an average maleness on their own. The feel of the wolf's heavy arm around his head, suffocating him and filling his nose with the mark of the muscular canid had Terrence pawing at his six inch erection at a furious pace now. Beads of pre began to form at the tip, aided along with the clear male secretion was the droplets of fox sweat that rained down Terrence's now russet colored fur helped to make his masturbation session even more sensual. Spreading his legs on his towel, Terrence grunted as he reached down and pushed one of his fingers into his ass before noticing that he was so loose down there that he had to put another and then another finally four altogether, just to fill the ache inside of him. Moaning and bucking back against the wall behind him, the vulpine barely noted when the door to the steam room opened admitting two familiar males.
What the fox did note was that the scent of the earth and wood intensified as he let his mind float on the warm vapors around him all the while his hand seemed to move faster along the length of his crying erection. The mountains of muscles that situated themselves on both the left and right of his body were aligned with varying masks on the faces of their owners as the dog and wolf shared a difference of opinion. However, neither said or did anything as they watched Terrence yiff and moan as he pumped at himself with varying strokes of his paw. The red fur of the vulpine's body was darkening to a deeper crimson color reminiscent of the blood thrumming through the little furs body but it wasn't the coloration of the furian that captivated the attention of the two predatory males. It was the smaller male's scent that captivated them, one that was absolutely mouth-watering as the dobie and wolf breathed it in and felt their respective arousals begin to harden to half fullness.
The wolf reached out and stroked Terrence over his head making the fox murr and let out huffs of pleasure as his ears were teased by wicked claws brimming with unfulfilled intent. The Doberman watched his mate for a long time before he made up his mind and then reached out to play with the vulpine's nipples. Gasps and yells of ecstasy broke free from the fox's body making the two bigger males feel instinctual aggression rise up in the both of them to take the smaller male and bury themselves in the folds of his sumptuous body.
The wolf reached down to run his claws down to Terrence scruff and began to scritch the other before a growl from his partner made him turn his head forward in time to see a large brown and black snout heading straight for him.
Terrence chose that same moment to open his eyes and found a sight so erotic that a shot of pre crashed up into the underside of his chin because there above him, the sweat soaked face of the wolf was mashed together against that of the darkening muzzle of the bigger Doberman above him. The two studs had their lips spread and tongues out grappling at one another while growling into each other's muzzle like a pair of feral mates. The Doberman easily overpowered his companion as was soon digging through the wolf's maw in order to get every single bit of taste he could out of the other. The wolf, with his ears lowered and his tail wagging onto his side let his body go slack before opening his jaws up further so that Terrence could see what was happening. From his vantage point all the fox could do was gape in awe as he watched pearls of spittle snaked out between those two carpet thick tongues to drop down on his own head. Drool and maybe even a little sweat, dripped rained onto him from between the two males to land squarely on Terrence's nose making the fox cringe before his tongue instinctively came out to brush the stuff off of his nostrils. That proved to be the wrong thing to do, or maybe the right thing given Terrence's shuddering consciousness, as the taste of the two males combined together was almost electric on his palette.
A quiver of pleasure washed through Terrence's spine making him moan before he lifted his muzzle to catch another taste of the salty sweet nectar. Like raindrops in a storm, the beads grew thicker and muskier forcing a whimper from his throat and fold his ears back before opening his jaws wide and willing accept the anointing of the two muscled titans.
The two bigger canids didn't seem to mind as they continued making out in the sweltering room while growing more and more voracious in their appetite for one another. The paws that had been on the fox's body removed themselves to relocate alongside the tightly corded musculatures of their opposing owners and soon deep grunts of passion were echoing of the walls of the room loud enough to stifle the once dominant hiss of steam. The wolf, being the more submissive of the two, ran his bicep across Terrence's head to get to his mate's nipples to tweak at them before pinching the hard nubs and getting a snarl in retribution. The Doberman growled and nipped the other on the side of his partner's muzzle making the wolf to yip but continue to share in their kiss.
Terrence wasn't sure what he should have thought or what he should have felt but his body was working towards his own conclusion as the fox lifted himself up and inserted his own tongue between the joined muzzles of the two bigger furs. The dog and wolf pulled back and then grinned down at the smaller furian as they let the little vulpine do as he wished. A string of saliva connected the two together but was soon swept up into the fox's hungry muzzle and that sight made the Doberman let out a feral rumble before he looked at his mate and then brought the other bodily close to him so that the fox's torso was shoved between their chests. Still caressing one another, the dog lowered a paw to scratch at his buddy's chest while running the tips of his claws down both the wolf's and vulpine's treasure trail, making both moan and hump upwards into his paws.
Like a dog hungry for water, Terrence could barely keep his focus on the two males as he opened his muzzle further and let his tongue run through maws of the larger males in order for him to worship them more with his frantic ministrations. Over and around their snouts, Terrence whipped his red organ over everything he could reach, switching between the wolf's sweat soaked cheeks and then to the Doberman's musky snout before moving onwards until both stunk of fox drool. Terrence never noticed when both males wrapped an arm around him and pressed their bodies even closer so that it looked he was really just an extension of the both of them.
Terrance kept himself going for more minutes that he could count and before long the fox was gulping down breaths of air just so he could stay conscious and not pass out from the earthy smell of musk that was subtly clogging inside of his throat. With his face darkly stained with a heavy flush, Terrence soon found himself swooning as he dropped his head into the dog's chest and began panting hard enough so that his tongue stuck out from between his lips. It was that move that caused Terrence to yip when he cut his tongue along a sharp fang and tried to pull back some to inspect the damage. However, the fox was given little time to do as the small dew drops of blood that came from his lips were met by hungry, if not savage growls of approval from the other two males.
The wolf moved his head forward and licked at the fox's lips, wanting to get at the sweet coppery scent that caused his stomach to rumble, but the Doberman pushed him back and then began to suckle on the vulpine's red muscle before he could even get close. The wolf snarled and snapped at the dobie but receive a vicious bark in his face followed by a show of pearl white fangs that made him lower his ears onto his head and raise the fur along the back of his neck.
Just when it seemed that a fight would break out between who got the other, Terrence's mind chose that time to came back into focus and made him jerk backwards, hitting his head against the wall. The yelp of pain distracted the two muscle bound behemoths just in time to stop them from quickening their fangs inside of one another. Both turned to regard their new companion with a mix of concern and aggression as they backed away from each other to watch as the little fox hopped off the bench and then rush out of the steam room as if the hounds of hell were after him, though given his predicament, he may have been better off.
The two larger males blinked at one another and took a full second to process what happened before both jumped up and darted out of the room after the vulpine.
Whether it was fate, dumb luck or a fearfully frenzied fox full of pheromones not thinking clearly, the two males didn't have to go far as they found Terrence splayed out on the floor, just three meters away from the shower room door. The two bigger males rushed over to the unconscious form and checked the other's vitals before the dobie hefted the vulpine up and carrying Terrence through the other room and into a shower. Switching on the cool water, the Doberman held the smaller furian against his body, never minding the chilly liquid covering his body and causing his erection to shrink and his nipples to harden as he let the cascading spray douse the smaller male while his mate went to go and fetch a bottle of water.
When Terrence began to mumble and groan in wakefulness, the Doberman reached out and shut off the water before hefting the other up into his arms bridal style and then walking into the locker room. When he got to one of the benches, the muscular dog sat the smaller furian down and turned his head just in time to see his partner coming in with three bottles of water in his arms. A heavy pant was ghosting free from his lips as the sweat soaked wolf made his way over and then whimpered at his companion in concern.
"He gonna be alright." The Doberman said reassuringly as he leaned up to lick his companion on the side of his muzzle to get him to settle down.
The wolf nodded and handed the Doberman a bottle and watched him unscrewed the cap before kneeling down and opening the fox's muzzle. Clear fluid flowed into the smaller male's maw and soon a heavy bob could be seen in Terrence's throat as the fox began to drink reflexively. Setting one of the bottles down, the wolf unscrewed the cap of the remaining container and then tipped the water back into his muzzle and began to drink. Now that the danger had passed, the lupine's former aroused state came back with a vengeance as he soon found himself reaching down and rubbing along his still growing cock as he thought about what else the little vulpine could be swallowing around. Grunts of pleasure made the dobie turn his head and then growl to get the other to cut it out just in time for the Terrence to sputter and open his eyes. Pulling the bottle back, the Doberman waited to see what the fox's reaction would be and hoped it would be something reasonable enough to handle...
Terrence wasn't sure what was going on but his nose was going a mile a minute as he caught the sweet musky tang of precum followed by the headier scents of earth, wood and fox sweat perfuming the enclosed space around him. He turned his head to look into the concerned eyes of the Doberman from before and then to the wolf who was still holding his inflated wolfhood. Terrence's eyes zoomed down towards the heavy balls covered in a light dusting of grey fur swinging pendulously back and forth like bait on a fishhook and tried to stop himself from drooling, without much success. Moving his eyes up to spy on the red spire of flesh covered in bluish-purple veins that happened to be the lupine's cock, which was raised up about a good foot from his crotch, Terrence felt his own foxhood start to harden again and soon the vulpine had to shake his head to dispel the randy thoughts filling his mind.
Curiosity and some confusion made Terrence open his muzzle before he could stop himself, "W-what happened?" His voice was thick but that might have been because his throat was still dry.
"We found you passed out on the floor. I managed to get you cooled down in the shower and my mate there," The dog explained with a tip of his head towards the still aroused lupine. "Got you some water to drink. We got you temp down enough before you had a heat stroke on us." The dobie spoke with a sympathetic air about himself. "Next time, don't rush off like that after getting out of the steam room."
"I-I...what...did I...uhm...thanks..." Terrence replied after he could finally get his thoughts in order. Standing up from his place on the bench, the fox wasn't ready for such a move as his knees shook and he soon found himself falling from vertigo.
A strong set of arms caught him just before he could meet the bench horizontally. Blinking and looking up, the fox opened his mouth to thank his rescuer only to have something thick, musky and clearly male tasting once again drip into his maw. The texture was honey thick but the taste was undeniably salty like popcorn. Licking over his lips, Terrence watched as the wolf grinned and flexed his muscle making another dew drop fall into his open muzzle.
"See, I told you he'd like it if you just gave it to him." The wolf chuckled as he ran the length of his cock back and forth over in the, air above the vulpine's face, making more and more fluid drip out and down his length to roll into Terrence's mouth.
"You are a bloody..." The dog couldn't say anymore as he sighed and slapped a paw over his face in defeat.
"Just lift up his tail and stick it in him. He'll thank you for it later, I promise."
"No, that's not how we're going to do this! You really think its fun to just dominant someone who is weaker than you?!" Something had flipped into the Doberman's brain and upon seeing his mate's growing irritation mixed with unusual amounts of anger; the wolf was actually finding the sight mildly frightening. "Then how about I show you how that's done!" The dobie reached over and grabbed his mate by the neck and then threw him over into the lockers with a crash loud enough to make Terrence look up in confusion as his treat was taken from him so easily.
Before the fox could take a guess as to what was happening, the Doberman had his lover pressed against the row of lockers behind him hard enough to actually look painful as he could hear the metal squeaking in protest before the bigger male was kissing the wolf with hard and eager determination. The act wasn't like before when it had been leisure and almost pornographic in nature, no this time the dog was taking full command of the situation and was using all the force in his body to make his mate submit. The wolf growled and tried to push the dobie back off of him but the extra bulk within the canine held him down easily and soon the lupine had his ears folded back against his head and his tail once again hid between his legs. However, the Doberman wasn't giving him a chance to surrender this time.
As the brown and black furred canine clicked his teeth together against the lupine's, the dog reached his paws out and pressed down against his lover's sheath and began to pull on it hard enough to make the other male whimper in pain. The sound only excited the bigger dobie as he ground himself against the less muscled wolf and then humped at his chest and abdomen. Sticky gouts of pre began to drool out from the tip of his turgid shaft as the Doberman ran his length over and over across the lupine's form in an attempt to stimulate himself to full arousal. The swaying nuts between his legs jumped around eagerly as the Doberman ran his filling cock against the wolf's front until he was fully hard with thirteen inches of dogmeat spouting out pre like a geyser. Alongside the now full caninemeat, the wolf's shaft stood engorged against his tight eight pack and was beating in time with the rapid pace of his heart as the wolf whimpered against the muzzle still planted alongside his own.
Terrence watched all of this in awe and was wondering why he was finding it erotic as the two males fought and struggled against one another like gladiators in the arena. Sitting down onto the bench behind him, the fox placed both of his hands beside himself before licking over his lips and tasting the wolf's essence on his palette. Sharp and somewhat bitter now that it was diluted onto his tongue, Terrence still couldn't not like the aftertaste as he kept his eyes peeled on the two gargantuan furians before him. The stubby tail of the Doberman waved into his face as the bigger dog growled and broke his kiss before snorting and grabbing both of the lupine's legs and then hauling the grey male upwards against the metal lockers. It was a display of force so great that Terrence didn't believe it, even though he was witnessing it, but soon he was made into a believer as the Doberman snarled and pressed his hips up into the wolf's body, ramming the first few inches of his sex into his partner.
The wolf yelped in pain as the turgid head hit home and then sunk into his body unremorsefully, slicing through his rectum like a bullet through flesh. There hadn't been a time in the last eight months where his mate had pulled rank on him like this and as he was forced to situate himself onto the hard canine maleness, the wolf reminded himself of why he didn't like to make his lover angry. The Doberman was a beast in bed on the most docile of nights but when he wanted his ass, there was no real question of trying to deny the dobie what he wanted. For all his caring and placid seeming nature, the brown and black canine was an animal when he was riled up and as he pulled more of his ass onto his shaft the lupine could feel something inside of his starting to give from the force.
Terrence's nose could scent the saltiness of tears coming from the wolf's eyes as the Doberman drove his cock up into him all the way and then snapped his fangs out against the other's neck once they were eye to eye once again. The dog wasn't slow nor was he gentle in his actions as he grounded himself into his mate's rear, shoving his half formed knot against the lupine's butt cheeks, and then began to pull himself out with a swift flex of his hips. Thirteen inches of maleness, as thick as Terrence's arm even though it wasn't even full knotted at the end, ran up through the wolf and then back out, stretching the too tight passage until a new hole could be formed inside of the other's backside.
Terrence realized right then and there that there was no way that would have fit into him without there being extreme pain and as he watched the brutal mating in front of him, he wondered how the wolf could handle it without begging for mercy. Thinking about the two fingers the Doberman had put in him from before, Terrence bit his lip and looked at the door that lead to the main entrance and wondered if he could get away with sneaking in a little pleasure for himself from the erotic visual he was witness. Deciding that if someone came in they would be too flabbergasted by what the two lovers were doing to care about him, the vulpine rolled his hips backwards until his taint and tailhole were exposed to the air and then eased his right hand down enough to play with his backdoor.
The Doberman's head was filled with anger and disgust, more at himself that his mate though the other wouldn't know for some time, and those feelings fueled his libido to hammer himself into the other male with unforgiving strength. His arms bulged outwards making snake like veins crop up everywhere along his bicep and triceps as he held his mate back against the metal containers while his legs coiled and flexed as he pounded into the lupine in front of him. The dobie could and could not see his lover as a red haze dropped over his vision like mist blotting out anything save for the growing madness that seemed to demand that he breed the other the way his submissive deserved to be bred. The canine's black eyes zeroed in on the quickening pulse that was dancing before him and a cry inside of his head demanded that he reach out to still it. Conscious enough in his actions to know what that would mean, the dog settled instead for kissing his mate again and nipping down onto the wolf's tongue. Blood spilled into both of their muzzles making his hips work harder to drill into the lupine and soon both males were groaning in time with the voice behind them that was gaining in volume.
Terrence had his feet on the edge of the bench his was resting on and three of his fingers back inside of his ass while he watched the display before him with rampant attention. His other paw had long since followed the path of the first and was gripping and tugging at his cock so hard that it felt almost painful to him but he didn't want to stop. Terrence wanted to feel some of the tension and lustful pain that was boiling between the two males in front of him as his fingers delved down to grip at his balls and squeeze them, oh so tightly. His nose was filled with the musky sweat of males in rut and as he whipped his tail around behind him he could barely tell where his own scented ended and the muscle bound stud's own smells began.
The wolf was in pain but it felt too good to him. His tongue was wrestling with his mate and the flow of copper inside of their intertwined lips was steadily flowing as the Doberman continued to nip on him whenever he rammed home inside of his ass. The lupine reached his arms around his lover's shoulder and then tugged the other closer to him so that he could feel every ounce of vigor the canine had to spare as his lower end began to go numb. He wanted it more of these feelings that came from submitting to his alpha and would sacrifice his body for the sake of the pleasure that was almost drug like to him. His tailhole was loose and sucking along the dobie's cock but at the same time it held firm whenever the dog drilled inside of him and doused his anal walls with constantly flowing pre. His grey balls were being smacked back into the lockers by the Doberman's own frantic testicles but that only made their fucking that much sweeter with the hint of pain slicing along his spine.
Terrence could tell that his knot was about to engorge itself soon as he dug further up into his ass to where he could get four fingers inside of himself without discomfort. The paw that was still stroking his cock had slowed down now in favor of playing with the head of his foxdick. The slit at his mushroomed head tip gushed out clear fluids without end all over his paws as well as down between his legs and underneath to his taint. The musky smelling ooze only served to heighten the electric bliss running all across his veins leaving Terrence to wonder why he hadn't given himself to the two muscle bound canids earlier. He wanted this. He needed this. It was the reason he was here in the first place. Looking on through hazy green eyes at the wolf and Doberman, Terrence regretted every second he hadn't given his body to the two males and now felt envious of the rapture the lupine was in as he was made into a bitch for the dobie.
The Doberman was moving at full blast now as he humped himself into his mate at a breakneck pace. The muscles in his coffee black furred legs and thighs strained to hold up the weight of the other as the muscular canine bounced the wolf onto his groin over and over again. Sweat was dripping down his head and back making the dog almost shimmer in the light coming from the ceiling, it was almost like a halo of surrounded the dog. The stimulation, the heat and the feel of the power compacted between his hands was almost too much for the canine as he broke away from his lover's lips to lift his head and gasp out loud. With his knot halfway formed, the Doberman continued to spread the other male's tailhole open wide enough that it looked like a small fist could sink between the grey rump of the lupine. Hands still holding onto his mate and body burning with a sense of fervor he hadn't felt in too long, the dobie lowered his head and licked the smaller male onto his head and ears, almost as if in apology before he raised the wolf up further and then slammed him onto his groin at the same time he pushed his hips upwards.
The lupine yelped out loud but he didn't try to fight his lover and instead clenched his arms closer around his lover as if to never let go of the larger bundle in his embrace. His cock was hard as a rock and strings of pre were matting down the grey and black fur in between their bodies like some kind of weird icing on a cake. His balls had long since pulled close to his body as the wolf's tail swung underneath his body in a show of his pleasure at being mated so hard and so deep. His tongue hung out from his lips as he panted happily before his lover questing tongue as if trying to taunt it between his muzzle once more. Amber eyes following the bobbing apple inside of the Doberman's throat, the wolf leaned his head in and nuzzled his mate's neck just in time for him to yowl when a particularly hard thrust rocked over his prostate making him shiver in gratification.
The drumming inside of the wolf's chest matched the frantic beating of the Doberman and fox's hearts as all three of them drew closer and closer to their respective climaxes in response to the rising tidal wave of orgasm coming at them.
Terrence had his knot in a vice like grip as he abandoned playing with the tip of his cock to put all of his force into fingering himself, though at the point he was almost shoving his entire hand into himself. The fox raised himself back far enough so that he could still see the show before him but as he grew that much closer to climax Terrence could barely make anything out over the white haze starting to creep into his vision.
In front of him the Doberman was going at it as fast as he could press his hips into his lover. Barks and groans meshed together to spill out from the brown and black dog's muzzle as he drooled down the side of his neck. His eyes were clenched tightly together, his nose was contracting, his tail wagged a mile and minute and his furry scrotum beat against the wolf's tightly clenched orbs like a paddle. Musk, sweat, pheromones: the scent of males lost in the throes of passion ran rampant behind the music of moaning voices and sucking flesh and soon it all came to a crescendo.
Terrence began the chain of orgasm as he tightened his fist over his cock as hard as he could while at the same time driving his fingers into his ass as deeply as he could before letting out a wail of a yowl that made him lower his own ears from the volume.
Right behind him the wolf was raising his head in a sympathetic howl as his mate pushed as close to him as possible making the dobie's mountain of muscle lock onto his knot and hold firm, mimicking a tie. The surge of wolfcum that shot up from the tip of his lupine dick found its way up and into the Doberman's muzzle as the dobie's knot chose that exact moment to hilt up fully into the wolf's ass and then hold firm while lowering his head to bark into his lover's chest. The pressure of the lupine's inside were so delicious that the Doberman came with a strong enough burst to make his knees quiver as his puppy batter filled the expanse of the wolf's anus and then began to flood out around the fleshy bulb therein. Instinctively lowering his head to bite down on his mate's neck, the Doberman was rewarded with a strong taste of his lover's seed instead, not that he minded as he gulped down the sticky treat and wagged his stub of a tail back and forth even harder in excitement.
Cum dripped, gushed, oozed and finally trickled down onto the floor, not to mention three tired and panting forms, as the furian males climaxed together in an odd kind of unity. The smell of the room was like an earthy loam that was combined by the smell of the water but no one made any noise of protest save for the gasping breaths of the sated canids.
It took several minutes but when they finally regained some composure the Doberman lowered his mate's legs back down onto the floor and then looked at the other with a mixed expression of supremacy and angst. The dog opened his muzzle to try and say something but managed to burp out a small bubble of cum that popped onto the wolf's snout. The sight and smell of himself on his lover's breath had the grey lupine chuckling and then laugh out loud as he threw his head back towards the ceiling. The Doberman blushed, closed his mouth and then swallowed the last bit of wolfjizz he had in his jaws before trying to start again and settling for chuckling in time with his mate when words failed him.
Behind them, Terrence still had his hand up his tailhole and was panting hard and long as he leaned back and wondered if that was what heaven felt like.
It took close to thirty minutes for the Doberman to deflate and pull from his lover's body and when he did a happy vulpine muzzle was right there between them licking up the left over mess from between their chests. Neither of the two muscled studs knew what to make of the once reluctant vulpine but after they were all cleaned, the three of them having taken separate showers since Terrence's tongue could only get up so much, they met up outside the gym in their previous attire. Terrence got a surprise of the night when he saw two uniformed officers stepped up to him and stared down into his face.
"That does explain a lot," Terrence said as he flicked his tail and then studied cops while reading their badge numbers.
"My names O'Connell and this guy here is Alex." The Doberman said while reaching out to shake the smaller furian's paw. "Usually we come here after shift to relax and look for someone to play with for the night, but things turned out differently since you seemed too reluctant and all." The Doberman seemed somewhat abashed while Alex seemed bored.
"It's ok. I wasn't really expecting anything like this to happen." The fox began before muttering underneath his breath. "I honestly just wanted to relax but you turned this into a night I won't be forgetting anytime soon."
"Well, the night's not over with yet. You want to come back down to our place for maybe a little more fun?" O'Connell leaned in and whispered into the fox's ears, ghosting a breath against said furry appendage making it twitch. "Make tonight an even more unforgettable?"
"Uhm, well...I...that is...uhm..." Terrence babbled, not really sure what he should say since he still didn't really know these two.
It was about that time that Alex growled and walked over to grab the fox by his shirt and then hefted him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. When Terrence tried to protest, Alex slapped him on the tail hard enough to make his still sore rump ache with dulled pain.
"I told you before... just snatch-and-grab him and go someplace nobody will complain about the noise. I don't think you'll have to pay this one off since he likes it so much." The wolf grunted as he made his way down the darkened street with Terrence struggling on his shoulder blade.
Behind them, Officer O'Connell just sighed and looked up at the stars, "At least he's predictable." And with that, the Doberman followed after his partner and the still squirming fox.