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Once upon a time, James figured himself to be the kind of apex predator that would have been able to turn any other creature into his personal plaything.

"Yeah...I think I will have another."

Those days, he was constantly nursing a hangover by trying to keep a buzz going--he couldn't think of any better way to cover up the beating that his pride had taken over the years.

"You sure about all that? Seems to me that you've had one too many, already..."

There was no amount of alcohol that would make James forget the taunting tone of the familiar voice behind him; it wasn't the bartender that would have stopped him from having another, when the tips were as large as they were.

"...You know, I really thought I'd exhausted the list of bars in this city that you might hang out at, but somehow, of all the hotel bars in all the world..."

"You can't really claim that I wandered into this one," Aaron replied, unable to keep a familiar snicker from his lips. "I was staying here first, so it seems to me that you're the one who wandered into my bar, James."

There was something to be said for how much of an impact someone could leave on you, even when they only ran into you once a month, at best.

Every time that Aaron came across James, the latter allowed himself to be fooled that he was finally going to get the better of the smaller creature, and the former always allowed the timber wolf to believe that lie for as long as he wanted, knowing how easy it would be to get the better of the larger beast.

The fun that followed was the kind of thing that James couldn't lie to himself about: he absolutely loved being on the other end of Aaron's leash, but his pride wouldn't allow him to admit something like that out loud...

...Unless, of course, the marbled fox ordered him to do it.

"Let me finish this next drink, and I'll be more than happy to wander back out of this bar," James offered. "Last thing I'd want to do is cramp your style, after all."

"You've never done that before, have you?" Aaron asked. "Far as I can recall, you've been excellent company whenever you've crossed my path."

"I'm sure you would think highly of those moments, but you're the one on top every single time," James muttered. "If you knew what the view from the bottom was like, you might have a little more sympathy for my situation."

"As many times as I've made you cum while you were enjoying the view from down there, you've still got the audacity to complain about it?"

James gulped hard, even before the next drink arrived in his grasp.

"I get it, big guy...you've always thought it should be easy for you to dominate whoever you set your sights on, but you're not giving your potential lays enough credit; you've never given me enough credit, either, which is why you never learn your lesson."

"Nothing goes with a glass of cheap bourbon like an uninvited lecture."

"I wouldn't waste my breath on you if I didn't think you deserved another chance, James. Don't turn your nose up at the best opportunity you've ever had to get the better of me."

"I'm not falling for this."

"What? You really don't think I'm capable of sympathy?"

"You probably are, but I don't think you're capable of changing , and I've know you well enough to know that I'm never gonna get the better of you, no matter how many chances you give me."

"Doesn't mean I'm not willing to give you a few pointers for the next time you find yourself looking down your nose at an easy target."

"...And the catch is...?"

"The catch is that I'm not willing to give away all of my secrets in earshot of half the drunks in downtown," Aaron claimed. "All you have to do is come up to the room, and you'll be pinning down your favorite prey in no time."

If he couldn't get the better of a marbled fox that stood almost a foot shorter than he was, James figured that he needed to rethink his entire approach, and to Aaron's credit, he'd never allowed his size to stop him from dominating any creature that was fortunate enough to make it into his best; James could attest to that, multiple times over.

"You got anything to drink up there?"

" Plenty."

**

"Gotten so bored of me that you've turned me into a consultation...how did it come to this?"

James wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic at his own expense, or coming to terms with the fact that Aaron might have actually been bored with dominating him: as easily as the marbled fox managed the task in every previous encounter, there was no sign of a struggle from either end, this time.

The timber wolf made his way up to the hotel room of his own volition, that time, and Aaron took the entire process in such stride that it almost seemed a passive thing to whisk the handsome lapine away, no matter what might come of the evening.

If he even thinks about me like that anymore, James bemoaned the thought. I guess if you knew you could have a porterhouse whenever you wanted one, it would lose part of the allure, wouldn't it?

That little bit of self importance was the closest thing James had to confidence when he was around Aaron, and it was the only thing keeping a smile on his face when he turned from the drink counter to face the marbled fox anew.

"If it were anyone else, a consultation might be the right word to use for this, but...I think you'll find that my methods are better experienced than explained," Aaron mentioned.

"And since you're a bit of a slow learner, I figured it would be best to double your lesson plan--maybe it'll finally stick, then."

The second voice was identical to the first, but it was just off to the side.

"You practicing ventriloquism or something?" James asked, turning with a full sip of bourbon in his maw; not wanting to waste the treat that had settled over his tongue, he caught his own spit-take and swallowed it back, but the weight and burning of the cough that followed kept him from asking anything further, even when the fox that haunted his dreams stepped around the edge of the bed...and then repeated the feat a moment later.

"Not ventriloquism, and you'd do well not to refer to either of us as dummies," the first fox mentioned. "I don't think either of us would take kindly to that."

"Giving out advice for free already? I thought we were gonna make him work for it," the original Aaron said. "If he knows the plan from the outset, he might actually have a chance to get the better of us, for once."

"...Him? Really?"

Sputtering his way through the last of the liquid fire that assaulted his throat, James decided that another sip was the only thing that would soothe the pain that was left behind, but even a full gulp of the same wasn't enough to help him find the words to describe what he was seeing.

There's two of him. Why are there two of him? He wondered, knowing that his composure was completely shot; there was no use in trying to keep up appearances in the first place, but even the thought of the same was far in the rearview. Does he have a twin brother or something? They're so similar that I can't distinguish them at all...

If not for the minimal clothing required for the first Aaron to make a trip down to the lobby, there really wouldn't have been any difference between the two: matching coats of soft, tawny gray were striped in the same patterns across the chest and the middle of the back, and though it was rare that he'd seen it, James was familiar with the patch of tan fur across the middle of Aaron's spine.

Down to the detail, down to the cheeky, knowing grin...they were a perfect match.

"I don't...I...I don't know what the hell's going on here, but I'm not sure if I'm down for it," James admitted. "I know you're into some freaky stuff, Aaron...but I don't think I need a lesson from you and your brother."

"Who said I had a brother?"

They answered in such perfect unison that James had to imagine they were reading from a script.

He didn't care how silly he looked when he turned his head to the wall behind him: he needed to know for sure that there wasn't a hidden camera mounted on the wall, or some kind of prompter for the pair of vulpines to read from.

This was no ordinary prank, as far as the timber wolf could tell...but he wasn't a fool enough to think that Aaron would stop at just toying with his mind.

"You clearly do have a brother, and I'm looking at him," James turned his gaze to the first vulpine he'd seen that night, and sure enough, he was making things even more confusing: the t-shirt he'd tossed on to make his way to the lobby was already coming off, and once the shorts followed, the pair would only have to spin in a circle to make it impossible for James to know who was who. "...Just how much have you told him about our past encounters?"

"Enough that he could have filled in the gaps, even before you opened your big mouth," the naked fox explained. "But since you've gone ahead and incriminated yourself, I've got no problem going into deeper detail-

"You wouldn't ," James growled, his voice thick and powerful enough to interrupt the smaller creature. "What in the world is there for you to gain from doing that?"

"That's your other problem: it's always gotta be about gaining something," the cloned Aaron was already unbuttoning his shorts and pushing them to the floor as the original took a step closer to James, leaving him with just enough of a gap to run for the door before the real fun began; submissive as ever, the timber wolf couldn't bring himself to take that chance. "Sometimes, being the dominant party is just about enjoying yourself and making the most of an opportunity."

"Wait. Y-you...which one are you, again?"

The clone snickered. "I'm Aaron."

"That isn't funny."

"I mean, we're both having a good chuckle over it," the original insisted. "If you're missing out on the joke, well...must just be a submissive thing, I guess. Anyone with a dominant personality would have understood it."

"You're making that up."

"And if he is?" the clone followed up, stepping out of his discarded shorts and cutting off the one chance that James had to make his way to the door. "Are you really gonna tell him he's wrong?"

"Just how much has he told you about us?"

"Who said that he's told me anything? You don't even know for sure which one of us is which, do you?"

In that moment, James came to a bone-chilling conclusion: similar as the pair were, it was entirely possible that they'd been taking turns dominating him all the while, trading off between encounters.

They were so perfectly identical that he really couldn't tell them apart, and as they both stood naked before him, either one could have been plucked from his memories, right from the final moment before his freedom was stolen away and dangled over his head for the duration of a romp.

"Okay, t-that...that's enough of the mind games," James argued, trying his best to grow a spine at the worst possible moment. "I dunno what the hell is going on, but if you really think I'm gonna play along with this, you...y-you..."

Between the subtle buzz of the alcohol flowing through his system, the overwhelming, doubled scent of the predator that always seemed to get the better of him, and the sight of that familiar face being mirrored on either side of him, James already knew that he'd been bested.

He didn't want to admit to himself that he gladly would have been sandwiched between Aaron and his twin brother, and knowing how kinky the marbled fox was in the first place, it didn't surprise him all that much that either one of them would have suggested the idea in advance.

"Is that really the best you can do?" the clone asked. "Stammering off and pretending that you aren't already pitching a tent in those hip-huggers?"

"You...I mean... one of you told me last time to try wearing form fitting clothing for a chance."

"It is a good look," the original admitted. "But it comes with a new set of risks that you clearly weren't prepared for: there's no point in lying to us about how badly you want this."

"Wait."

The foxes gave each other a quick look, and their arms crossed upon their respective chests with practiced unison.

"If I do this...w-whatever it is you two are about to make me do-

"Not really making you do it at this point," the clone teased. "But please; do go on."

"If I do this," James started again, "You two...y-you have to give me some genuine pointers. Something that I can actually use to get the better of someone in the bedroom...literally fucking anyone will do at this point."

"Fucking anyone isn't the way to go about it either, James...you've still got so much to learn."

The original fox took a final step forth and locked his digits around the buckle of James' belt: practice and dexterity made it easy for him to tug the buckle and yank the leather free, but he didn't toss that accessory over his shoulder, much as James would have expected him to.

"A real shame that this isn't a free lesson," the clone noted. "But that whole adage about the best things in life being free isn't always the truth...kinda like a big, bad wolf that's actually a timid little pup; once you pull away all the bluster, you get to the heart of the matter."

"Pretty sure we're more worried about his cock, but I think you've made your point," Aaron agreed. "Granted, I don't want him to get carried away with the kind of freedom that he's about to have."

"He's free to suck us off, at the very least," the clone replied. "I don't have a problem with him having that sort of freedom."

Their back and forth was organic enough that James could only imagine them being twins: the idea that one of them was a clone of the other had never crossed his mind.

Very little was crossing his mind, in fact, as his slacks were yanked down the length of his legs, and his boxers were tugged to the middle of his knees, keeping him from making any sudden movements without tripping over himself.

"Well, of course he's free to do that ," Aaron concurred. "I just hope he knows what a special privilege he's being granted to even have the chance."

Paws grabbed at either of James' wrists, and a tug from either side of the timber wolf dropped him to his knees with such ease that the foxes wondered if their capture was putting up any fight at all.

As the situation sat, they would have been able to overwhelm James without breaking a sweat; the lupine was simply considering the realistic course of the night, proving that he had learned something, after all.

He'd need every bit of stamina he had left to keep up with one Aaron: two keep up with a pair, there was no use wasting any of his efforts on a struggle that would lead to a forgone conclusion.

"You two really are twins, aren't you?"

There was a calm in the timber wolf, as he accepted the warm, demanding brush of a vulpine cock against the side of his muzzle.

"The same ambition, the same arrogance...and the same damned effect on me, no matter how hard I try to resist it."

Neither Aaron, nor his clone needed their ego stroked, but they were perfectly happy to take whatever compliments would come their way: as the original knew, James wasn't so quick to give those out at the beginning, but once he gave himself back over to his true, submissive nature, the kind words would never stop flowing.

"Is there a reason why you're still clinging to resistance, then?" the clone asked, letting more of his hidden nature shine through in the form of lewd impatience. "Especially when you've got the rare opportunity to compare me to...well, to me."

Just as he was starting to open his maw for an answer, James felt the first cock moving past his jowls and rolling over the back of his tongue.

With that, Aaron stepped forth, watching his clone with a knowing smirk. "Pretty sure he knows what I taste like, by now," he claimed, but he didn't bother watching his copy when the real show was going on right at the level of their hips: James was struggling to get the second member into his maw, but there was just enough room for both foxes to fit, if they didn't mind rubbing against each other. "Not that I've got any problem with giving him a reminder..."

"Sure doesn't feel like it, anyway," his clone agreed. "I can't remember you throbbing like this, before..."

James tried his best to cock a brow, wondering just what kind of relationship the assumed twins had; they had to be comfortable with each other's presence just to be naked in the same room that way, but to stand so close that their cocks would rub against each other before taking turns at his tongue was more than he would have expected.

The more I learn about you, the more fascinating you become, Aaron...but this is definitely a step further than I would have expected. You're really gonna fuck my throat in front of your own brother?

After everything they'd already done together, including incest in their routine wouldn't have been that much of a stretch, as far as James was concerned.

Of course, he hadn't considered the fact that his jaw was already getting tired, and his tongue was already cramping from swirling back and forth over the pair of delicious tools that had been offered to him at once...and to that point, he hadn't done any real stretching.

"I'm not gonna lie: this is pretty hot," Aaron replied. "Watching him struggle with my cock has always been a favorite pastime of mine, but watching him try and wrestle with two of me at once? That's every bit the treat I would have hoped for and then some."

"And yet...that's not what you were planning to do with the rest of the evening, was it?" his clone asked. "Fighting for space in an already crowded hole when he's got another one that's ripe for the taking?"

James wasn't resisting in the least: he essentially was just a hole, kneeling before his dominant partners and letting them test the limits of his well-trained throat.

Going for his asshole would take a little more effort than that, but any struggle from James would prove an easily dispelled mirage.

"And here I was, thinking that I'd be the one eager to get to the good stuff," Aaron replied. "You really want me to show you how it's done that badly?"

"I'm gonna do it myself, if you don't hurry up and get to it."

Messy and thick, the sounds of twin cocks fighting for space in a dripping, soaking maw and the pathetic whimper of a defeated wolf would have inspired either of the foxes to take things a step further, but it was the original Aaron that was still holding the belt in his paws: he was the one with a plan to kick their already spicy romp up another notch.

"You'll get your chance, but...this is my bottom, and I intend to remind him of that fact as directly as possible," Aaron claimed. "Last thing I need is this wolf wandering around and forgetting his place when I'm not around..."

Coated in a host of spittle, Aaron's cock smeared the mess along the side of James' face as it came free, but all the while, the wolf was still suckling on his master's clone, treating the plentiful length the full, unfettered access that it so desperately sought.

Just one pump into the deepest reaches of James' throat was all it took for the copy to understand why Aaron enjoyed the company of the timber wolf so much: despite being well-endowed for his species, the entire length of his cock slid almost too easily into the back of James' maw, resting just beyond the edge of his throat...

...And there it stayed, as the defeated lupine looked up at the assumed twins, waiting for their next order or action; whichever came first.

"Better hurry up and put him in his place again, then," the clone suggested. "Lest I do it for you."

Nothing like a little sibling rivalry to give me a throbbing erection, James thought; for once, he was glad to have his mouth full, but even that treat was denied him as he felt his center of gravity shifting.

His chin would have taken the brunt of the fall, if not for the clone sneaking under his body and offering up his own stomach as a cushion. His curiosity about James' member was ended up being the only saving grace for the timber wolf, but down below, the clone would have an excellent view of the action when Aaron stepped in behind his favorite toy and put it to good use.

The added bonus of being able to sample James while he watched wasn't lost on him, but it was such a shock to feel the clone's tongue wrapping around his cock that the lupine couldn't come up with a comment: it was much easier to lean forth on his slumped figure and capture that delicious member once more.

"Just make sure you don't spoil him," Aaron recommended. "You give this one an inch too many times, and he ends up miles across town, sobbing into a beer about how no one will ever let him top..."

Harsh as the words were, they were closer to a tickle, compared to the brutal tug of helpless arms to the flat of James' back.

Just as a soaking cock pressed to the pucker of his tailhole, James felt the slack of his own belt being tugged around his bunched wrists, trapping them together at the base of his spine. With just enough slack to capture the base of the tail in the same loop, Aaron removed any chance for the timber wolf to resist, and the successful capture came with one hell of a view, to boot.

"He's not gonna get his chance to top tonight, either," the copy finally answered, having lost himself in the admittedly impressive girth and unique marbling of the wolf's member. "But it'd be a waste not to have a taste while I'm right here..."

Grabbing the base of the warm, tender cock and guiding the tip to his maw, the clone made short work of the very head of James' flesh.

That first taste was a sample that James would have considered himself lucky to feel, but a quick buck of the skull came right along with the first press of Aaron's cock against the flesh of his pucker...and thanks to the mess supplied before, there was little resistance to keep the marbled fox from plugging up his pet anew.

Answering that thrust with a brief twitch of his own, James' manhood twitched within the maw of the clone, nearly bucking his muzzle away from the treat.

"Good luck keeping it in place," Aaron teased. "I'm not planning on going easy on him..."

The first inches slipped in as easily as ever, and the marbled fox was delighted to feel the unique, familiar depths of the timber wolf once more, but he could already see his clone looking up and judging him for his selfish nature.

Much as Aaron was delighted to have a clone to help him out with the process of fucking James silly, he was having a little trouble adjusting to the concept of having to share the timber wolf with anyone else...even if that person was a literal copy of him.

"But you wouldn't go easy on him either, would you?" Aaron asked. As he pumped against the timber wolf, stretching the experienced passage just beyond what James would have considered comfortable, he could see the back of his pet's skull bouncing, struggling to keep up with the matching thrusts of the excited clone. "And I've already shown him all of my old tricks, before...perhaps we should try a new trick on him?"

The foxes were quicker than James: he knew that going into the act, but he still wasn't prepared for just how quickly they could change places.

Aaron was out from behind the timber wolf in a flash, but right after his backside relaxed from the sudden lack of flesh, a new penetration came and replaced it, pounding against his rump with impressive depth and skill.

All that kept him from crying out was the feel of another cock being shoved into his mouth, and the taste of his own body on that very same flesh.

Thank goodness they shut me up again before I had a chance to say something incriminating, James thought. Not that there's any secrets here...it's taking everything in me just to keep from blowing my load all over his face!

The original Aaron refused to put his mouth on the lupine, but he offered the generosity of stroking the spit of his own clone into the flesh of the hanging, twitching rod, thinking that James had earned that much...and only that much, for being forced to taste his own ass.

"Still sucking it like you'd die without it scraping the back of your throat," Aaron teased. "I always knew you were desperate to choke on my cock, but you're just gonna have to do without..."

The weight of full, swollen orbs slapping against his inner thighs was creating a quiet pap above Aaron, but it wasn't quite enough to cover up the sound of James' muffled bliss: if they carried on as they were, the submissive wolf wouldn't be able to keep his load contained any longer.

Aaron refused to have seed painted across his face by such an inferior beast.

"We've got one last trick to share with you, after all...for the first round, anyway."

James never expected the foxes to only give him one hour of their time.

He wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but far from the realm of possibility was the pair of foxes slipping their cocks away from his body, right when it felt like the act was reaching a fever pitch.

"You really think he's ready for that?" the clone asked. "I won't say if he's earned it or not, but...he was gripping me awfully tight back here. We might end up ripping the poor boy in half."

"He knew the risks when he made the deal," Aaron confirmed. "Same as every other time he's made a deal with me...and I think he'll be glad that he did, when we're all done here."

"Heh. If you say so."

With his arms still tied behind his back and nothing to cushion his fall, James only had to fall an inch or two for his chin to bump against the floor, but he wasn't allowed to rest there for long.

The slack of the belt was tugged on just after the bump, forcing him upright on his knees...giving Aaron just enough room to sneak in behind him and ease the flesh of his cock into the stretched gape of his asshole once more.

Instead of pummeling the lupine when he had the chance, however...he rolled back slightly, forcing James to do the same.

"Good thing we're so slender, or we'd never be able to fit in there..."

It was just enough of a gap for the clone to sneak between the thighs of the wolf, going flat on his back and arching his hips upright to align his own member with the slight gap provided above him.

The pair of warm, throbbing cocks met in the middle of the shaft and eased forth, their impressive flesh daring James to speak, now that he had the chance.

"Oh...o-oh fuck..."

Inch after inch eased into the lupine, but there was only so much that he could manage to say when every breath was a desperate struggle.

The precum spraying from the tip of his cock was enough of an answer for the pair of foxes to keep going, but James wanted to praise the boys for their efforts, no matter how difficult it was.

"Please...f-fill me, Aaron..."

He didn't know which fox was which anymore, and truth be told, he didn't care: he'd been broken by the clever fox yet again, but this time, he was utterly dizzied by the idea of trying to handle both Aaron and his twin brother at once.

They didn't bother sharing the truth about one of the marbled vulpines being a clone: they didn't want to take anything away from the moment as the wolf panted and shuddered in place, just barely able to handle the full weight of both of his master's cocks.

"Who do you think he was talking to?" the original fox asked, snickering at the confusion of the bested lupine. "If he can't figure it out, should we even bother filling him?"

Precum was already smearing across both cocks as they moved at an uneven pace, stretching James a little further with each pass: he was never empty, but he was already well past the limit of what he could handle.

Without any other contact to his own manhood, James couldn't help a long, thick strand of seed from jumping off the tip...and the internal clench caused by the same locked the foxes in place; it was the closest the timber wolf would ever come to being able to get the better of Aaron, but that victory was as short-lived as it was hollow.

"Doesn't feel like he w-wants to give us much of a choice," the clone noted, wishing that he could put his own orgasm at bay for one moment longer. "Shall we indulge the little slut, then?"

Pumping from the back side and feeling the familiar sensation build in the pit of his stomach, Aaron nodded his firm, begrudging agreement. "Yeah...guess there are worse things in the world than giving a desperate whore exactly what they want."

Even their laughter was similar and synchronized, keeping James' mind in a tizzy and his body in a clenched, helpless state.

A tug on the belt upon his wrists forced him to lean back further, giving both of the foxes the needed leverage to pump their lengths with the pace of a genuine, eager vulpine; streak after streak of cum started leaping from the tip of each cock, but just as they'd planned, they kept their pleasured groans hidden behind gritted fangs, refusing to let James know which one of them had reached the peak first.

They didn't want there to be any clues for the timber wolf to take away from the first half of the evening...especially not when the second half was just getting started.

James would pick up on that soon enough; even as they flooded his stretched, ruined asshole and soaked his inner walls with mingled loads of vulpine cum, the foxes weren't tapering their pace.

They're not even slowing down, James realized, as his lupine whimper filled the hotel room, overreaching the sound of dominant flesh pounding his submissive body. They're just getting started, aren't they?