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Amiran tapped listlessly at his phone, refreshing the same few tabs over and over again in desperation for a distraction. The young gray fox had been dragged along to a retirement party for one of his dad's work friends, from the auto shop, to be a designated driver if needed. So far the “party" had just been a half dozen old men drinking beer and playing poker, with no sign of ending anytime soon.

There was a brief burst of mingled dismay and laughter from the other room, and he sighed and flopped over on the couch, tossing his phone aside. He wondered if he should have accepted their offer to join in the game, even though he had no idea how to play poker, but now he felt it was too late to change his mind.

After an interminable period of time, perhaps ten minutes, he dragged himself off the couch and drifted towards the hall. He passed a few shelves with assorted photos which he mostly ignored, and a few wooden carvings of animals and cars and various other subjects, which he gently traced with a digit. The door to the dining room where the poker game went on was closed, and probably no one would hear him anyway over the dull rumble of their conversation, but he quietly opened the first unknown door he came across to reveal a sparse, uninteresting bathroom. He peeked inside briefly then closed it again with just as much care. The next door was a small storage closet: a few boxes piled up, one with holiday decorations spilling out of the top, a stack of aged bedsheets, and more of the wooden figures scattered haphazardly throughout.

He opened the last door, and froze. It was a bedroom, and there was someone sitting on the edge of the bed, pants on the floor by their feet, staring back at him in mute surprise. It was Sal, the old wolf who was retiring, and Amiran hastily turned his head away in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I just- I was-" Amirran stammered quietly, and then mumbled, “Bathroom."

The old wolf took another moment to recover, then said, “Back, on your left."

“Thanks," Amiran said hoarsely, and couldn't resist a glance back at the wolf to confirm what he had seen. He had a prosthetic leg just below one knee, and one of the securing straps dangled loose from its harness, which he had obviously been trying to re-secure before Amiran barged in.

Sal cleared his throat when the young fox didn't immediately leave, and nodded once towards his leg. “Would you mind…? I'm not as flexible as I used to be."

Amiran swayed in the doorway, on the verge of refusing but too guilty to open his mouth, then took a step into the room.

“And lock the door," Sal added, “Don't need any more audience for this."

Amiran flushed, but quietly shut and locked the door behind him before he paced over to the waiting wolf.

“What do you need me to do?" he murmured.

Sal twisted his leg a little to display more of the prosthetic's harness, which he had obviously made adjustments and repairs to himself many times over the years. “That strap, see? It needs to feed through there, then double back on itself."

Amiran was flushing even more hotly under his fur as the wolf splayed his legs to continue his instructions, and trying hard not to notice the thick bulge of sheath that was not well hidden by the thin material of the wolf's briefs. “I think I get it," he said, and knelt down slowly in front of the wolf.

Sal sat back to give him room, and watched the boy work curiously. The fox took a shaky breath as he began threading the loose strap through the web of jury-rigged hoops and buckles. He was trying hard not to touch the wolf's thigh directly, but it was practically impossible when working so close.

“Like this?" Amiran asked as he threaded the strap back, and gave it a slight tug to test it was secure. As he did so, he couldn't help but glance up at the wolf again. He was old, obviously - more than three times Amiran's age - but he still looked quite imposing. His fur had gone rough and gray with age, and he had a noticeable paunch, but he still had remnants of a muscular physique beneath it all. He was a stark contrast to Amiran himself, who was slight and still in the softness of youth. And his scent - Amiran tried to breath small, shallow breaths to avoid it as much as possible, but the scent of his virility was inescapably potent.

“Just like that," Sal said. “Could you make sure the rest of the straps are tightened down as well? I think a few came loose with that one."

Amiran nodded bashfully, and laid one paw gingerly on the wolf's powerful thigh for leverage as he began tugging at the various straps he could see.

“It's Amiran, right?" Sal asked casually. “Petre's kid?"

“Yes, sir," Amiran replied.

“Your dad talks about you quite a bit. Says you're going to school to be an architect?"

“Yes, sir."

“You must be pretty clever, then."

Amiran swallowed. “I dunno, sir."

Amiran had tightened every strap he could find, and now just knelt on the floor with his eyes fixed on a spot just below the wolf's thigh. For several seconds, neither of them spoke, neither of them moved. Amiran told himself he was just waiting to see if the old wolf needed him to do anything else.

Sal stared down at the young pup, and felt his heartbeat must surely be audible in the quiet room. He took a steadying breath and said with all the nonchalance he could muster, “I won't stop you, lad."

Amiran tensed, helplessly glanced once at the wolf's crotch, then looked up into Sal's face. There was nothing to read in the wolf's expression, and Amiran tried to pull his thoughts into order. Was the wolf just telling him he could leave? Or…?

If Sal just barely managed to control his expression, Amiran was an open book. The old wolf's heart hammered even harder as he read it, and he slowly reached out a paw to place on the young fox's cheek.

“You ever done this before?"

Amiran shook his head, brushing softly against the wolf's paw, and Sal felt a surge in his groin with a power he hadn't felt in years.

“I'll teach you," he said reassuringly, and leaned back on the bed again. “Take them off."

Amiran hesitated for a few seconds, and Sal feared he had overshot, then he almost crowed with triumph as the fox reached out with trembling paws and pulled down on the waistband of the wolf's briefs. Sal lifted himself slightly to allow them to slide all the way down his legs, and grinned as Amiran's eyes went wide. Sal's sheath was bulging with the strength of his erection, and his cock was already halfway out and dribbling thin precum.

“Grab the sheath," he said quietly, and Amiran twitched in surprise before obeying. Sal suppressed a moan at the touch, the first since his wife had passed more than a decade earlier, and his cock bounced once.

Amiran's head was empty. He had thought about it often enough, as any young man would, but never imagined his first time would be anything like this, with someone so much older - he had rarely even let himself believe it might be with a male. “Stroke it, slowly," Sal instructed, and Amiran gently gripped the sheath a bit tighter and started stroking it up and down. The old wolf sighed, and watched in near disbelief as the much younger kit coaxed more of his cock out of his sheath. Some part of him was hoping the boy was actually legal, but it was too late for those concerns to stop him now.

“Give it a kiss," he said, hoarse with lust. Amiran stopped pumping and looked up at him, then lowered his eyes back to the thick red cock and leaned down, gently kissing the tip. Sal grunted, and the cock throbbed against his lips in response, rewarding him with a small spatter of pre under his nose. The young pup inhaled the scent deeply, then licked the trace off, grazing the wolf's cock with the underside of his tongue as he did so. It was salty and bitter, as he knew it would be, and he flicked his tongue out again, a quick lick over the wolf's tip.

“That's it," Sal breathed, and his paw went to scratch at the kit's ear. “Kiss it. Lick it. Bathe it proper."

Amiran shivered at the scritches, and shifted his paws to better hold the wolf's bright red rod. He kissed it again, at the bottom of the shaft, then lapped at it with his tongue: short, thirsty strokes as he traveled down its length. The scent and the taste and the power of this male had completely overridden him - he knew he would do anything the wolf asked.

Sal clenched his teeth to stay silent as Amiran made his way down to his testicles, snuffling and kissing and lapping at them in turn. He briefly wondered that he had recently been worried he was growing impotent, but his cock hard and throbbing in those young paws put lie to that. The pup between his legs began working his way back up his shaft again, and he waited until he was kissing and lapping at the tip once more.

Amiran nearly whined as he felt his head pulled away from the wolf's cock, his tongue wagging desperately from his mouth trying to reach it, but allowed himself to be repositioned without complaint.

“Open your mouth," his master said, and he did. “Good pup."

Sal gently lowered Amiran's mouth over his cock, and the boy sighed happily as it slid into his wide maw.

“Keep your teeth away from it," Sal said. “Just keep your jaws open and press it against the roof of your mouth with your tongue."

Amiran happily complied, trapping the cock as instructed with a quiet squelch, and eliciting a gasp from the wolf above him. “Just like that," the old wolf said with a shudder. “Just keep it like that."

Sal pulled the fox's head back a little, then slowly pushed it down again, about halfway. He wanted nothing more than to rut the horny little kit like he deserved, but his better sense prevailed, so he would let the boy adjust gradually.

The horny little kit meanwhile simply closed his eyes and allowed himself to be used, feeling a deep contentment in his core that he was in his proper place. The old wolf slowly increased in speed and depth, pulling the fox's head up and down, bathing his mouth with his intoxicating pre-cum, and Amiran experimentally rippled his tongue, earning a shuddering gasp and a fresh surge of pre in return.

Amiran's muzzle wasn't large, and Sal certainly was, so the wolf was soon pressing against the fox's throat. Despite himself, Amiran couldn't suppress a small gag, and Sal quickly let go of the fox's head to avoid making more noise. Amiran pulled back just enough to take a few steadying breaths, then dived back onto the wolf's cock on his own, bobbing up and down as far as he comfortably could.

Sal watched in amazement, and did nothing more than lay his paw lightly back atop the fox's head and revel in the soft, velvety warmth of the boy's muzzle. He could feel pressure building in his abdomen, and his leg started to tremble, causing a quiet jingle of metal in his prosthesis.

His paw tightened on Amiran's head, gently tugging at his scruff. He felt his knot inflating, and he was desperate to shove the boy's head down and cum straight down his throat, but he fought off the urge and said, “It's coming, pup."

Amiran paused for a moment, and Sal prepared to finish himself off when the fox pulled away, but then he resumed his bobbing with even quicker movements. Sal gasped and felt his mind going blank, and with a constrained groan he unleashed inside the young fox's mouth.

Amiran slowed his movements, and moaned quietly at the taste of rich, potent cum flooding his senses. The wolf's cock continued to twitch and spurt gently while Amiran pulled himself free, then he licked his lips as clean as he could and swallowed hungrily. Every now and then a fresh drop of cum would well up at the tip of the wolf's cock, and Amiran would gently reach out to lick it clean again, savoring the flavor as much as he could.

Sal slowly came down from the heights of his orgasm, entire body still trembling, and eyed the cum-drooling fox still sitting demurely between his legs. The boy looked up from his cock briefly to stare expectantly into his face, then back down to his cock. Remarkably, Sal felt a renewed stirring under the young pup's desperate gaze, and he quietly cleared his throat.

“Take off your clothes and lie down."

Amiran stood up wordlessly, and without the least compunction pulled his shirt over his head and slipped his shorts off his lithe hips. His own cock was peeking free of his sheath, but neither of them gave it much regard as the young fox slipped past Sal onto the bed and laid down.

Sal stood up, testing his prosthetic leg, then walked around the side of the bed and said, “Bring your head over here, pup."

Amiran obediently shifted closer, until his muzzle was just at the edge of the bed. Sal leaned over, lining up his half-erect cock, and slipped it back into the boy's waiting mouth.

“You're a cock-hungry little pup, aren't you?" he said quietly, feeling himself grow hard again as he gently thrust against Amiran's warm tongue. The fox didn't reply, merely suckled hungrily at the cock in his mouth.

“Why did you take your clothes off, pup?"

Amiran just moaned, and Sal grinned.

“Answer me."

The fox rolled his eye up to look at Sal, and reluctantly pulled his mouth off of the wolf's cock. He swallowed, obviously feeling the embarrassment of his situation anew at having to confront it in this way, and whispered, “So you can have sex with me."

Sal's eye roved over the fox's body as he idly pushed Amiran's muzzle back onto his cock. The boy was lean - far leaner than his typical tastes, in all honesty, but he wasn't going to complain. And there was just enough meat under his claws when he reached out and fondled one of the fox's soft-furred cheeks. Amiran flinched, then moaned softly around wolf cock at the unaccustomed touch on his rear.

“Is that what you wanted?" Sal couldn't resist teasing, still kneading the fox's rump. “Well, I suppose I could fuck you if you really want."

Amiran whimpered.

“Well?"

The fox looked up at him wide-eyed, mouth full, and nodded once.

The wolf pulled himself free once more, and climbed on top of the fox, completely dwarfing him. Amiran shivered and panted expectantly, holding his tail to the side. He felt the old wolf's weight come to rest on the back of his thighs, the cool plastic and metal of the prosthesis against his own leg, the wolf's arms settling on either side of his shoulders.

Sal felt drunk far beyond the few beers he had had, riding a high like none he had ever felt. There was a quivering young fox beneath him, young enough to be his grandson, begging to be fucked.

“Guide me in," he said in a low voice.

Amiran swallowed, then reached back and took a firm grip on the wolf's hot, slimy cock. Sal lowered himself, allowed himself to be guided under the fox's tail, and they both froze when his tip came in contact with the fox's twitch ring. He could feel the boy's uncertainty, the trembling anxiety in the small body beneath him.

“I won't stop you, pup," Sal whispered.

Amiran took a shaky breath, and gently pulled the old wolf's cock forward. It was all the invitation Sal needed, and he gently pushed himself inside the fox. Amiran gasped as the tip entered him, and bit down on the pillow. After a moment he nodded, and Sal plunged deeper. The fox spasmed and twitched beneath him while Sal sank steadily in. Again he had to fight against an oddly youthful eagerness to throw his hips forward and claim the pup all at once. Perhaps another day, he mused hopefully even as his cock continued to bury itself, and the thought was enough to content him to restraint.

At last the old wolf's rough fur was pressed firmly against the young kit's soft hips, and Amiran made a strangled mewling sound when he realized he had been hilted. His rear burned at the wolf's unlubricated entrance, and he panted into the pillow beneath him as he forced himself to keep his hole loose. He couldn't deny the pain, but it only drove his maddened senses further as his cock throbbed and smeared pre-cum into his fur and the bed beneath. Sal began to pull back, and he hissed at the strange sensation of relief which was oddly painful in its own way.

Sal didn't pull out far. He had never fucked another male before, but he could feel the tightness and the friction along his length and knew he wouldn't be able to thrust deeply without injuring the boy beneath him - not until he had filled him with enough pre to lubricate him, at least. The hopeful part of his mind made a note to buy lube at the first opportunity.

The old wolf slowly thrust in again, rocking Amiran forward, and they both felt the tiny splash of warm pre deep inside. Sal repeated his motion, again, and again, slightly faster this time, and with each thrust lubricated the fox's hole a little more. Amiran gasped quietly at each thrust and he gripped the pillow in his claws and jaws, feeling it begin to tear.

“Good pup," Sal panted as he felt the hot young tunnel open up beneath him, gliding further and more easily in and out each time. “Good little kit."

Amiran felt like he was on the verge of hysteria. The pain wasn't really lessening, in fact it might have been growing if he could make sense of what he was feeling - but it was outpaced by an ecstatic heat that spread through his entire lower half, and the short grinding of his cock between his fur and the bedsheets sent blinding jolts of sensation through his skull.

“Keep it down, pup," Sal admonished, thrusting in a sharp rhythm now, Amiran's comfort now a long-forgotten prospect in his mind. “I don't want your father to know I'm fucking his son senseless."

Amiran shivered and choked back a whine at his words, and Sal lowered his head to the fox's ear without slowing his thrusts at all.

“Or would you like that, you cock hungry little slut?" he growled. “Maybe I'll bring the others back here too, and we can all take turns with you while your father watches."

Amiran was nearly sobbing with pleasure, the images the old wolf conjured up whirling through his head. Sal could feel his knot, which had only half-deflated to begin with, beginning to swell again, battering against the boy's backside.

Sal licked his lips, then licked the fox's ear.“Who knows? Maybe daddy will even join in."

Amiran opened his mouth helplessly to utter a desperate cry of ecstasy as he came, but before he could make a sound he was strangled into silence as the old wolf on top of him simultaneously locked his jaws on the scruff of his neck and forced his knot into his hole, stretching him almost beyond limit.

He shuddered helplessly in the throes of his violent orgasm, and hardly noticed the hot torrent of seed which flooded his bowels. Sal kept him firmly held in place, by jaw and knot and sheer body weight. He was briefly overwhelmed by the instinctual satisfaction of having successfully bred a receptive bitch before his mind cleared and he gradually returned to reality.

Sal lifted his head, and wiped his mouth free of the fur that came away in it. His “receptive bitch" panted shallowly beneath him, and he smiled ruefully at himself even while he felt another wave of pride, of power, of virility.

He sat back on his knees, flipping Amiran over and pulling him back by the hips so the tied fox's lower half remained on his lap, legs wrapped around his waist, while his upper half still sprawled exhausted on the bed.

Amiran was barely conscious, and tried to murmur something. Sal reached out a paw and stuck a digit in the pup's mouth, and he sighed happily and began suckling at it. Sal felt another stirring in his loins at the sight of the destroyed young fox still eager to please, but took a deep breath to calm himself. He wasn't sure either of them would survive another round, and he was conscious now that they had both been away long enough to raise suspicion.

He was forced to wait a few more minutes regardless, during which time the young fox drifted off to sleep. Finally, Sal's knot deflated enough for him to pull out safely. He groaned at the overstimulation as he did so, and Amiran woke with a hiss of surprise. The fox looked around in confusion for a moment, then reached between his legs with a wince, and pulled his paw away thick with cum.

“Sorry, pup," Sal said easily, and grinned when Amiran flushed and looked away. Sal slid off the bed and pulled his pants on, and after a few moments Amiran followed suit, gingerly pulling his clothes over his cum-stained fur.

“Go wash your face before you come to the poker room," Sal said. Amiran looked down bashfully, but Sal just chuckled and scratched him behind the ear before slipping quietly out of the room.

Amiran waddled to the bathroom and did his best to wipe the cum from his fur, and wash his crusty muzzle. He looked himself over critically in the mirror, but no matter what he did he still thought it must be obvious he had just been fucked and knotted like a desperate slut. All he could do was hope the others were too drunk by now to notice. He brushed his fur down as well as he could, gulped some water from the sink, and walked stiffly to the poker room.

“Amiran!" his father called when he walked in, and he forced himself to behave normally. All the other men around the poker table glanced over at him, but most just smiled or nodded politely and turned around again.

Amiran was suddenly aware of the heavy feeling of thick, potent cum settling inside him as he said, “Yes, dad?"

His father jerked his head sloppily towards Sal, sitting two seats down at the table. “Sal says you took a shine to his woodcarvings, you want him to teach you how to do it?"

Amiran looked dumbly from his father to the old wolf.

“I'll have plenty of time on my hands now I suppose. I'd be happy to give him lessons, if he'll come by sometime."

Amiran nodded unthinkingly, and his father said, “Good! It'll be good to learn to use your paws."

One of the others at the table, drunker than the rest, said, “It's good for the girls, too! Sal's got paws like a wizard, the stories he used to-"

“Now, now," Sal cut in quickly, as Amiran felt like he would burn up from shame on the spot. “Don't embarrass the lad. I'm sure he'll learn all about it in his own time," he said cryptically but paternally, and the others settled into drunken laughs while Sal caught Amiran's eye meaningfully.

“Come sit here," Sal said, pulling another chair up to the table, and Amiran automatically obeyed. “Next to me, and I'll show you how to play."

Sal's arm dropped briefly between them where no one could see, as if to adjust his seat, and his paw trailed teasingly along Amiran's waist to the curve of his rump, making the young fox stiffen in more ways than one. “You ought to learn, pup, and I'll teach you everything."