Dylan's Revenge
This takes place when the Minnesota Vikings played the New Orleans Saints for the NFC championship.
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Joe walked around the corner and saw his mate sitting on the couch. Dylan was decked out in New Orleans Saints gear. He wore a Drew Brees jersey on and sparkling mardi gras beads around his neck. The fox had a football helmet on, with the New Orleans logo on it.
The wolf chuckled, "Since when are you a Saints fan?" he asked his boyfriend.
"Well I'm not, at least not yet, but if they beat the Vikings in," he looked at his watch, "Two to four hours, I'll be the biggest Saints fan in the world!"
Joe smiled and shook his head, "You really want Minnesota to lose, don't you?"
"Hell yeah! Serves Bret right to abandon the Packers!" the vulpine barked.
The wolf scooted over to sit next to Dylan, and draped an arm over him, "Same bet as last time?"
"Yep, and this time I won't lose," he lovingly rubbed the top of the plastic helmet under Joe's chin.
Joe sneered, "I bet you will."
Several painstakingly hours later...
"No...... no, no, no, no. NOOOOO!" Joe put his paws over his eyes and made crying noises as he saw the New Orleans kicker kick the game winning field goal in overtime.
He felt something wrap around his neck: a collar. Joe felt the leathery device and felt the Saint's logo on it, "Wow Dylan, you really went all out for this didn't you?"
The fox struck him in the muzzle, knocking Joe to the floor, "That's 'Master' to you bitch!" he growled at his newly earned slave.
The wolf looked up at his owner and saw a fierce fox stare behind the cage of a football helmet. His jaw dropped at the awe inspiring sight. Oh my goodness he's so hot! He whimpered and placed his tail between his legs, "I'm sorry Master."
Dylan huffed and hooked a leash to the collar. He yanked on it in the direction of their bedroom. Joe lowered his head and walked behind his master. The fox locked the door behind him and faced his slave. He snapped his fingers and pointed them to the ground, "Knees now bitch!"
Joe reluctantly kneeled to the ground, as he knew where this was headed. The vulpine pointed to his jeans, "Use only your teeth to get my pants off"
The wolf ferruled his eyebrows, "What?"
A growl ripped through the room as Dylan backhanded his slave, "YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS 'MASTER.' DO NOT MAKE ME HIT YOU AGAIN!"
Joe half cried as he covered the spot where he was struck. He walked on his knees closer to his master, and tried to do the complicated task. He stuck his snout onto Dylan's jeans, moving the flap aside to get to the zipper. The slave couldn't see where he was going, so he just felt around with his teeth. Joe had some difficulty though, as the zipper was flipped upwards, he kept biting at the bottom of the mechanism with no success. A bulge in the pants began to form, making the process even more difficult. Joe growled slightly at the frustration of the task. Watching the whole process, Dylan couldn't help but giggle at his boyfriend's failing.
Finally, the canine got hold of the metal piece and pulled the zipper down. The rest was much easier. After he pulled the buckle and the button off, Joe smiled as his efforts made the denim jeans fall to the floor. Dylan stepped out of them and pushed them away, "About time... that was the weakest effort I've seen in you Bitch!" He roughly grabbed the back of Joe's head tilted his head up, making him look to the ceiling. Dylan used his other paw to grab his already erect member and rubbed the underside over the wolf's chin, lips, and wet nose.
"You like this don't you Bitch, having another male rub his cock all over your face while all you can do is just stare back."
Well there was something Joe could think of doing besides staring back. The wolf opened his muzzle and began to lick the underside of the fox cock and kiss the smooth skin with his lips. Joe quickly opened his maw wider and took the length of his master's shaft into his muzzle. He quickly got into his role by aggressively licking the head of Dylan's member.
The fox let out a satisfying sigh. He placed his paw behind his head and marveled at the sight in front of him; his normally top wolf boyfriend sucking his cock with no direction needed at all. He winced as he felt his slave tease his cumslit the tip of his tongue. It made his knees weak, and it took all his strength to keep standing.
Once Joe swallowed the first burst of pre cum, he sucked in the air in his muzzle before sliding his lips around the vulpine shaft, instantly creating a tight vacuum seal. As he constantly sucked his master's shaft, Joe glided up and down the red shaft.
Apparently, his speed didn't satisfy Dylan enough, "You think I can get off when you give me head that slow? Suck faster, or I'll skull-fuck you!" barked the fox.
The wolf whimpered and bobbed his head faster. His vaccum tight lips gave way and a combination of saliva and pre flew out of his rapidly moving muzzle and moistened Dylan's groin. The increased pace didn't just pleasure Dylan, the canine began to feel a bit light headed and got high off his master's musk. He was lost in a hypnotic state where his only goal was to catch the vulpine's cream down his throat.
The vulpine master yipped in his feminine voice as his slave deep-throated him. The couple had role-played and fucked each other so often, that they both had complete control of their gag-reflex. The fox head slipped into the warm tight crevice with hardly a gagging sound. Joe's chin began to bounce off of the furry sack. Dylan bent over Joe's head at the sheer bliss from his slave's blowjob.
With a long drawn out pseudo-howl, the vulpine shot his spunk down his slave's throat. Joe continued to suck all around his master's erection and lapped at the underside of his shaft. He loved to have his boyfriend's manhood pulsate inside his maw. As Joe's orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock out of his slave's throat and smeared the cum covered tip against the canine's lips.
Dylan chomped his teeth, "Now I'm gonna ...um...rape your ass bitch!" Dylan barked out.
Joe giggled at the horribly acted porno-esk dialogue. They were so bad at staying in their characters. Dylan glared at his bitch and gave him the evil eye. Joe's laughter immediately stopped and cowered at the feet of his master. His ears pressed against his skull, and his tail went back between his legs.
The master pointed to the bed and growled, "On your paws and knees."
Joe dutifully obeyed and climbed onto the bed and presenting his nice firm rear end to his master. His tail was still between his legs, but was bolted upright when the vulpine barked out. He feigned fear and shivered to give his boyfriend the dominance that he had won.
Dylan leaped behind his bitch and spanked him on the ass as hard as he could.
"Ow! Damn it Dylan! That really hurt!" cried out Joe.
Whatever dominance he had once shown on his face evaporated in an instant, "Oh, I'm sorry sweetie," he rubbed the bruised spot on his mate's ass, and then he leaned in for a kiss, "Feel better?"
It took a while of massaging, but Joe murred, "Mmmm, yeah, thanks."
"Good, now your ass is mine," he lined up and grinded the underside of his member between his firm butt cheeks. The wolf pressed back, begging his boyfriend to fill him, to claim him, to own him like the slave he was.
His silent hint did not go unnoticed by the master fox. He angled his tip against the wolf's rim. Dylan prodded until the tight muscles relaxed and swallowed the fox cock. As he hilted the entirety of his length inside his bitch, he held it inside to remind Joe who was boss. The vulpine raised his paw and spanked his slave, much softer this time. Joe moaned in submissive bliss while Dylan giggled at the slap's sensation his buried bone.
Dylan began fucking his slave bitch, pistoning his erection back and forth. His paws grabbed his hips and pulled his wolfen slave against his groin. Faps echoed in the air as Dylan speed up his thrusts into the bitch's core. His tip pressed against Joe's prostate with every penetration. The fox could feel muscles twitch all around his member with every prod of the wolf's prostate.
The canine moaned as the stimulation of his prostrate made his cock swell in his sheath. He was really getting into his role by pressing back against the thick vulpine meat in splitting him in half. The pain and pleasure from his master caused him to lose balance and he fell to his elbows. His head was buried into a pillow with his ass in the air. His tail wagged against his master's chest, tickling the vulpine's chest hair.
The master leaned over his bitch's back and gently pinched Joe's nipples. Dylan leaned his muzzle near Joe's ear and breathed, "You're such a good bitch aren't you? You love having your ass stuffed by a superior fox." Dylan slowed down as he slurred his voice, savoring more warmth from his slave.
Joe answered with a moan and pressed back against his boyfriend, "Yes Master. I do." He felt his rim stretch further with the swelling of the vulpine knot. His butt cheeks were spread out more than normal. Joe wasn't used to bottoming, as he would frequently win their sex bets. A furry paw wrapped around his aching member and began to stroke up and down. The wrap around paw job made the bitch shoot out some pre onto the bed sheets.
Loud slapping sounds filled the room as Dylan pounded his slave with abandon. Joe loved every second of being dominated by his physically smaller boyfriend. His ass relaxed at the sheer pleasure stimulating his private parts and with a strong thrust and a popping sound, his master's knot was completely stuffed into his bottom.
His own knot formed and was instantly squeezed by Dylan. The vulpine licked the ears of his slave, "Cum for me my cute little bitch."
Joe howled and shot out his spunk onto the bedsheets. His bottom squeezed all around Dylan's hilted shaft, stimulating it past his peck. The master bit down on his slave's shoulder, piercing the skin and marking him as his own; not like this was the first time. He filled Joe's insides with his warm cum batter.
They collapsed onto the bed together and murred at their shared warmth.
Dylan licked the wounded shoulder, "Thanks for being a good sport love."
Joe giggled, "Yeah, but I can't wait to win our next bet.