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A while back, Karmakat did a contest thing wherein the writer who pulled off a story theme most to his liking would be rewarded with an illustration of what happened therein, other prizes, etc. I can always use an excuse to write, so of course I was all over that.

While I did not ultimately win the contest, the resulting piece of work is still mine to share and show, and I submit it here now, for your enjoyment.

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He watched the teller nervously. Her answer was important--no, critical. So much depended on the words that came out of the young vixen's mouth, he'd not even bothered to size her up after being assigned to her from the line of queued customers.

Had it come to this? He'd promised himself he'd clean up his act. His keen eye for sports handicapping had been the boon that had enabled his family to live so comfortably, in an affluent part of the city, even though his job in classic car tune-ups was his passion in labor. It paid well, but only sporadically, as demand wasn't very high...still, the hours were flexible, and it gave him plenty of time to work on his other passion: his body. He kept his lupine physique in excellent shape, and loved to flaunt it. Sure, he was married, and he was proud of his ability to take care of his kids, but he wasn't going to deny any ladies a chance to ogle his gorgeous musculature.

But the recent economic down-turn had meant that fewer classic car owners were wanting to spend money on vehicles they only rarely drove, and the elevation in gas prices only lessened their desire to drive old cars with terrible gas mileage. He'd turned more to the handicapping to help make up the difference, but a string of recent losses, had drained him of funds...and now it looked like he was being hit with some kind of fees related to electronic transfer that he'd never seen before--scads of them, brought on by his multiple bets. He was about to be completely broke, if the bank couldn't get the charges reversed. It was on something of a technicality, so he was hoping a way could be found around it...

Her typing slowed, then stopped. His breath froze as she began to speak.

"I'm sorry, Mister Lakos. The fees are legitimate, and the system will not allow me to reverse them."

His mind whirled; the cold grip of adrenaline clawed at the pit of his stomach. "That can't be! How am I supposed to support my family when your bank has robbed me of hundreds of dollars?!"

"Mister Lakos," she said, using textbook-polite language despite her obvious distaste for his outrage, "the fees were clearly spelled out in the fee schedule provided to you when our policies changed in January. We sent them to you via postal and electronic mail, and it says here that you're enrolled in our electronic banking program, so we know we have your correct address."

"What? I don't remember seeing that!"

"Continuing to use our services after the change constitutes agreement with our updated terms of service, sir. It's in the contract you signed when you created an account here."

"This is an outrage! How could you do this?"

"It wasn't my decision, Mister Lakos. It was decided by the corporate Board of Directors, in keeping with recent updates on credit card fee requirements. It applies to all accountholders."

"That's terrible business!" His fear and panic were giving rise to a smoking fury. "I'm going to have to take my account elsewhere!" He began to rise, ready for a stormy departure.

"Would you like me to close your account today, Mister Lakos?" She seemed all too ready to help him be gone as soon as possible.

He paused a moment, little alerts going off in his mind. He was being given the brush-off, and that was a sign someone was trying to get him out of their hair. That wasn't his style. "...No. I'll find somewhere else first. Then we'll see. Besides, where am I going to open an account with $26.50?"

"Bear in mind that your account must have a minimum balance of $500 by the end of the month, or it will automatically be closed, Mister Lakos."

"Brilliant," he quipped, jamming his hands in his pockets. He could feel the tension in his forearms, provoked by the stress. He decided to turn and leave. He'd be sure to fill out one of those little customer service surveys and badmouth her for not saying goodbye.

He'd nearly made it to his car when he heard a booming voice call out "Sir!" It wasn't the voice of the vixen teller, the one he'd grown to hate in the 10 seconds it took for her to tell him he was effectively penniless. He turned to see who could be calling for him. Would it be security, come to tell him to never come back?

His eyes lifted somewhat as he faced a bovine fellow, burly and easily twice his weight, though his muscular posture made the height difference a little less obvious. The "wha-at?" that came from his mouth as he turned changed from angry to slightly concerned and surprised mid-syllable.

"I couldn't help but overhear your outburst with the vixen indoors. Were you also hit with those ludicrous fees?"

The wolf scowled. "Yeah. I can't believe they'd rob me blind like that...completely criminal."

"Well," said the bovine, "I know times are hard...fortunately, I'm a fairly successful artist in my own right, and I have tenure at a local university, so my job is steady. And I think that arrangement could help us both."

"How do you figure?" asked the lupine, adopting a quizzical but slightly suspicious look. In the world of betting, it paid to always examine propositions carefully.

"My figure drawing class is in need of a model, and if what's not under your shirt is any clue, your physique is perfect for giving them first-hand demonstration of muscular structure."

"You're no wimp yourself," scoffed the wolf. "Why not just take off your shirt?"

The taller figure shook his head, horns crossing trails in the air. "I have to be on hand to help teach, to check on progress, all that. I can't just sit and model the whole time. Plus, it wouldn't be at all professional...I don't think the university would be pleased. Though I'm not aware that any professor has ever tried."

The wolf turned this over in his mind. With any luck, his family would never need to know about this position, even though it would probably be a one-off deal--but maybe it'd be a good start to get him back on his feet, before rent and his kids' private school tuition bills came in. It couldn't hurt, right? "I guess you've got a point. Am I gonna have to be naked for this?"

"We prefer nude models where possible. You'd get paid slightly more for it, in part because of the increased benefit for our students, and in part because it's harder to find willing nude posers."

Well, it wouldn't be much different from the locker room at the gym, he reasoned. He'd just have to sit still longer, and that definitely wasn't a tribulation. "...Alright, gimme your card and we'll see when we can fit it in around my other work."

"You do other work?" said the minotaur, retrieving a business card from his pocket.

"Yeah, I do classic car repair work...not much demand for it these days. Sorry I don't got a card, name's Alex," he said, taking the card from the minotaur.

"And I'm Darek. Darek Merle," said the bovine, extending his three-fingered hand to shake the lupine's paw. His grip was firm and his hand massive around the black-furred digits. "I look forward to your assistance in my studio."

Alex nodded, then turned to go back to his car. "I'll give you a call." He wondered to himself how a three-fingered person could possibly be an artist of any talent...

Darek also turned, so there was no way for the wolf to see him smirk, or hear him mutter, "You'll give me more than that, soon enough..."

A mere three days later, Alex opened the door to "Professor Merle's" studio, having arrived rather early to make sure he was on time--and a good thing, too, because the art building's layout would have made M.C. Escher proud, with all the interesting nonsense in its design.

He found Darek drawing something with charcoal on an easel.

"Yeah, you could have given me a floor plan or something," said Alex, trying to sound at the last like he was making a joke. He was a little grumpy for his time and effort spent navigating, but he didn't want to blow this opportunity to make some good money. Darek had promised him 30 bucks an hour, and more might come his way in tips if he did particularly well.

"All that matters is that you're here now, and with time to spare, even," said Darek evenly. "Come into my suite," he directed the wolf, moving towards a door in the side of the room.

The interior was revealed to be a relatively small office, a studio-within-a-studio, as it were, with a computer and a few desks here and there. Things were relatively well-organized, but a small degree of art supply and textbook clutter was evident. A loveseat faced the primary desk--clearly the place intended for visitors. A window, overlooking the campus below from its third-floor vantage, spilled early-afternoon sunlight into the compartment.

"Nice little room ya got here," said Alex, trying to make pleasant conversation. It felt a little stilted, but the room was definitely cozy.

"I'm fond enough of it," said Darek, closing the door behind them and taking the seat behind his desk. "My main office is clear across the building--poor planning--so I use this as my base of operations when I have drawing classes in this room.

A portrait on the wall of a coiling dragon flying over a roiling sea, backdropped by a raging thunderstorm, caught Alex's eye. "You drew that?" he asked, genuinely surprised by how strikingly realistic it was.

The minotaur chuckled. "You're not the first person to be surprised. But yes, I did. It took me a few days--I kept breaking pencil leads--but patience paid off in the end.

"Holy smokes...that's like something straight off the cover of a comic book. No wonder they keep you on staff here."

"Well, I have a few works in the Bruggerheim. I think that's what caught the university's eye, back when they brought me on board."

Alex didn't actually recognize the name of the prestigious art museum, but he had a feeling it was something important, so he nodded. "That's pretty neat."

"Now, Alex, you're probably wondering why I had you come in on a Saturday, and why you're wearing workout clothes."

"Yeah, actually, I was," said Alex. "But I know a lot of art schools have Saturday classes."

"Normally we do," replied Darek smoothly, "but we happen to be on spring break right now. You might have noticed the place is practically empty."

Alex blinked, taking this in. "Wait, then why am I here?" he asked, frowning.

"This is going to be a trial run," he said. "I'm going to take a few pictures of you holding a pose, and that, combined with your comfort in holding that pose long enough for students to do some gesture drawings of you while you're in it, will help me decide what I'll have you do when we actually have students here. You're new to this, after all, and I wouldn't want to disrupt the flow of my classes with matters related to your novelty."

"Fine," said Alex, "as long as I get paid for my time, I can deal with that."

"And you will," the minotaur assured him. "I have no intention of depriving you of anything you deserve to receive..."

"So why the workout clothes?" continued Alex.

"Oh, I figured they were something suitable for you being out on a weekend, and not too many layers or constricting materials. After all, we wouldn't want you all dressed up in a business suit on a weekend, now would we? That might make the family ask questions."

"How'd you know I have a family?" asked Alex, still wary.

"You wear a wedding ring, Alex. I'm quite sure you're married, and unless you're infertile, I can't imagine you not having children as well."

"That's a little stalker-ish of you..." said Alex, folding his bulked arms over his hefty chest.

"I'm an artist. Being observant is what we do. What we -have- to do. And the silver strikes a rather obvious contrast against your black pelt."

"Alright, alright, you win," replied the wolf. "So how do we do this?"

"We start with you disrobing, Mister Lakos. Right now." The bovine was quite matter-of-fact in saying so.

"Here? In front of you?"

"You're going to be stark naked in front of a class of 10-20 art students you don't know, Alex. And also me. If you can't handle just me, this isn't going to work."

"Can't I go somewhere else and change?"

"And have you walking stark naked through the building? That would never do. You'll have to change here on the day of the real thing, anyway, so you might as well get used to it."

Alex was slightly displeased with having to basically give the bovine a strip show, but again he was reminded that he shouldn't jeopardize the money. He stood up, turning his back to the minotaur reflexively (locker room habit kicking in), and began to drop the blue gym shorts he was wearing. The jockstrap he was wearing, his usual choice of underwear for working out, came into view as the shorts receded.

"I see you dressed the part entirely," quipped the minotaur, as he espied the jockstrap.

The wolf froze as he heard the professor speak. He cast a glance over his shoulder, then a sheepish grin at the minotaur, not expecting a commentary on his progress. He hastily stepped out of the shorts, drawing them wide to make room for his thick thighs. The tank top, which was designed to be loose fit for breathability during workouts, was probably a quicker thing to remove, which he did next, though it still tended to get slowed as he worked it off his wide lats and shoulders. And finally, there was nothing but his jock standing between him and complete nudity, and with a deep breath, he stripped it off as well.

He turned to face the bovine, who was, unbeknownst to him, sporting a half-erection under the desk. "Alright then, head back into the studio," said the professor. "I'll grab my camera here and a few props, and then we'll get this underway."

As the wolf let himself out, the bovine took the opportunity to grab his own massive basket, letting out a quiet groan in his sigh. He'd already proven the wolf to be responsive and money-hungry, and he intended to make the most of that. Dominating the wolf's gorgeous physique would be worth every penny--but all in due time; for now he had to lull his "model" into a more comfortable state, to lower his resistance. His camera bag was actually much larger than he needed for today's shoot, and he'd packed it with cash--the better to bribe the wolf with. He knew that it was hard to turn down money when it was right in front of you, rather than unseen numbers in a bank account.

"Alright, let's start with this," said Darek, as he rejoined his subject. He passed the wolf a medicine ball--its weighted core meant it was heavier than look-alike foursquare balls, and was ideal for certain exercises.

"A medicine ball?" asked Alex. "What for?"

"Hold it in both hands, aside your head," he said, as he got a high chair from across the room and dragged it towards the center. "We'll do one of you standing with it, and one seated on this. Then we'll try a prone look and one with you on the window seat." Years of working in figure drawing had given Darek the presence of mind to avoid ogling people when he wanted to be business-like (or at least look like it), so he was able to convey a convincing impression that he was being quite professional in all of this.

Alex put it between flattened palms, holding it just next to his head, causing one arm to go overhead while the other angled out to the side. "Like this?"

"Yes," said Darek, raising his camera and snapping a shot. "It's a good shot for showing multiple sides of your arms--particularly the biceps and triceps. It also deflates the chest a bit, showing how that changes when the arms are above the head--something a lot of students don't grasp right away." He moved around Alex in an arc, snapping more shots of the stationary wolf. He had a feeling he'd seen the wolf at the local gym, as the physique struck him as familiar, though their schedules probably didn't sync up all that often, since he wasn't completely certain--and black wolves weren't all that hard to come by. So many seemed to be gym-inclined, too...not that Darek was about to complain. This one here had gorgeous lats and shoulders, both of which were brought into highlighted relief by this pose.

"Alright, now let's get you up on the chair," he continued, as he positioned it near where Alex was already standing.

The wolf obliged, and tried to get in the same pose, but found it very hard to keep his balance that way. "I'm gonna topple if I keep this up, up here on this stilted thing. Any other angle I can do?"

The minotaur stroked the tuft of fur on his own chin. "I suppose we can have you hold it so that your arms go to one side, out here," he said, holding an arm at about a two o'-clock angle, parallel to the floor.

Alex did as instructed. "Okay, I think I can hold that one without too much trouble." He noted that this was a lot less uncomfortable than he'd expected, these simple tasks. The medicine ball wasn't too heavy for someone built like him, either, even after a while.

Darek snapped more shots, savoring what he could without seeming to linger too long--didn't want to make the wolf uneasy, not so soon. Still, it was hard -not- to savor the twisting obliques providing corrugation to the wolf's sides--the kind of texture perfect for running anything from tongue to fingers to pre-dripping shaft across... "Y'know," he said, keeping things moving, "I'm thinking floor work wouldn't be so great, with the students all up on stools and easels. But we can do window, so let's get you over on the window seat."

One wall of the studio was almost entirely windowed, to make use of its south-facing orientation for natural light, and the glass was underscored along its length by cushioned window seats. Alex vaulted off the chair and strode to the seats, examining them. "Alright. What am I gonna do here?"

"Let's get you with the ball straight up over your head, leaning back a bit against the glass. It'll really extend your pecs again, and highlight the dynamic effects on the torso of keeping upright in such a scenario."

Alex experimentally prodded the glass with a finger. "Uh, but is this stuff gonna hold me?"

"A while back, the school had a student that committed suicide by jumping out of a window, straight through the glass...since then, we've reinforced all windows above second-story, just in case, and the double-layer panes also cut back on our thermostat bills. We had another one try the same tactic once, a few years back, and they bounced right off...not even a crack in the glass, but the kid cracked his skull. Almost made good on his attempt that way..."

The wolf sat down, and slowly leaned against the glass. It felt solid and didn't seem to deform, so he gingerly settled in, raising the ball over his head. Darek took more shots, continuing to do so from a variety of angles. Poses like this brought the abs into extension, making them gorgeous on a truly ripped individual--like Alex, for instance. The bull could almost feel them under his fingertips, gripping for traction...

But now was still the time for business. "Alright, one more pose for you," said the Minotaur, feeling his own patience beginning to erode. "Go ahead and set down that medicine ball...are you familiar with yoga at all?"

The wolf shook his head. "Nah, not enough strength training in that stuff. Might be good for flexibility, but it's not interesting enough for me."

"Well, hopefully this will be..." The wolf gave him a quizzical look, but he steamed right ahead: "I'm going to have you doing what we call a cat stretch. I guess I'll have to demonstrate it for you." The bovine set the camera down on the chair Alex had used to pose earlier, then got on hands and knees. "It's a two-part motion; you alternate between having your torso inverted, with your chest and stomach sticking down towards the floor..." He struck the pose himself, forming a slightly concave arch along his spine. "And then, once you've held that long enough, you arch the other way." He did so, elevating his middle back high, reversing which side of his torso was concave and which was convex. "It stretches the spine and its erector muscles." He relaxed, and stood back up to grab his camera.

Alex echoed his movements, in reverse order. "Like this?"

Darek was already snapping photographs. "Mm, you've got it...hold that for a second so I can get shots before you evert..."

After he was satisfied, he gave a nod, and watched as the wolf arched his spine. It was the perfect pose for someone being taken doggie-style, arching one's back out of pure pleasure...it was all he could do to not give an audible groan of lust. It'd been too long since he'd gotten to drive someone to that point himself, and this was too close to ignore.

He still snapped a healthy complement of photographs, ensuring he'd have this moment preserved in case anything went wrong down the line. "Good work, Alex..."

The wolf held his pose, but turned his head to look at the bull. "Is this the last pose I'll be having to do today?"

The bull set his camera down, folding his arms over his own massive chest. "That all depends on how much you want to earn today."

The wolf blinked at him. "Obviously I'd like to get as much money as I can. I really can't afford to just go halfway with my accounts in the straits they are."

"So you're willing to do a few extra things for me?"

Alex walked his hands back, bringing himself to a kneeling position on the window seat. "Well yeah."

"What if I told you I had something I'd give you $3000 for?"

It looked almost like Alex's eyes would pop from his head. "What the heck is an artist doing with what kind of money?"

"I told you, some of my work is in the Bruggerheim," he remarked, adopting a somewhat smug look. "I teach art because it gives me something to do with my time and expertise that isn't merely churning out "avant-garde" art for ludicrous sums of cash. I could retire already and probably live comfortably the rest of my days, never working for a scrap of it, if I felt like it. But I'm not that old nor that lazy."

The lupine looked a bit dumbfounded. "So you're filthy rich, then."

"Yes. Or did you think my department was funding this little adventure? You would have had to fill out all kinds of paperwork to get listed as a university payroll recipient...it wouldn't have been worth the effort; half the time we hire models with our own funds just to save time. It just so happens that I'm the best-paying of all the instructors, for reasons you might have already figured out..."

"Geeze," said Alex, scratching the back of his head. "I had no clue you were so loaded. You sure don't dress like a rich guy."

"I have simple tastes...and I consider designer clothing a waste of money. The quality is no better than what you can buy at the mall, and the "in" designs are only all the rage in Milan for a few weeks, until a new line of fashion strikes its death knell. I don't have any interest in continually aiming for a moving target."

"Uh huh...so what do I have to do?"

"Simply put, for the 3000 dollars and continuing to get to model for me, you will have sex with me."

Alex stared. "...what?"

"Was I not loud enough?"

"You can't be serious," Alex said, looking somewhat revulsed. "I thought all I was going to do is model for you!"

"You did," said Darek, going to his camera bag. He withdrew a triplet of twenty-dollar bills, but brought the bag with him and set it on the high chair, leaving it intentionally open so the wolf could see the piles of hundred-dollar bills inside. "And here is your pay for the snapshots," he said, handing Alex the smaller sum. "Even if you refuse to do as asked, I can use the photographs to give my students something to work from. I'll be displeased to not have you in person, but you can see this is already at least double our negotiated rate, given that we've been here less than an hour so far."

Alex eyed the pile of money...it was definitely more than enough to cover the deficit of rent and a good part of the kids' tuition, and it seemed the minotaur was being generous with his offers...even with the slow flow of classic car repair, with that pile in his pocket, he'd probably be all but set for the month, and then he could hopefully get back into a good string of handicapping wins to replenish his coffers... "Uh...you're not thinking of doing any of that kinky stuff to me, right? I'm never going to drink someone's piss or anything..."

The minotaur looked slightly scandalized. "Do I look like a sexual deviant to you?"

"You're bribing me to have sex with you," the wolf scoffed. "That's not exactly typical."

"Come now," said Darek, "I know you're having money troubles, and clearly you don't want your family to know about it. I'm paying you far more than a typical escort would charge, because frankly, I'd hate to see such a beautiful specimen have to resort to...well, some other kind of desperate measures to make ends meet."

"...and you don't have any STDs or nothin'? I hear some guys go around bribing people to have sex with them just so they can give other guys their sickness..."

"Honestly, I feel like I should be offended by your asking," said Darek. "Do I look like some kind of disease-ridden degenerate to you?" he asked, spreading his arms wide. It was true that the bovine was quite a specimen in his own right, with a barrel chest and biceps like boulders--the movement made both of these facts abundantly clear. "Even if I were, I'd hate to potentially ruin your own well-being with something contagious. Again...you're not a type I run across all that often."

"And you're not going to video tape this? I don't want there being any chance my wife and kids could see this happening, and I don't want my ass in the air all over the Internet."

Darek inwardly gloated; the language the wolf was using betrayed the fact that he was seriously considering actually going through with the proposition, but covering his bases first. "But of course. I'm not trying to make some kind of spectacle out of all this, even if I'll be calling the shots. I'll even put the still camera back in my office, if that will set you more at ease."

"Uh, sure, why don't you do that."

"Alright then," he said, moving to collect the camera and its cash-filled bag. "I'll just put these away."

"Uh, you only need to put the camera away!" the wolf said, holding up a hand.

"I'm not about to cheat you of what you earn," said Darek, slyly smirking back: clearly the wolf was very concerned about the money. "Have a little trust, Alex."

The bovine stashed the articles in the mini-studio, and retrieved from one of his desk drawers a bottle of lube and one of the maxi-condoms he habitually used. In a world with sentients of all shapes and sizes, there really was no "one size fits all" condom brand...but Darek did always feel a bit smug that he had to use some of the upper-end varieties. The wolf might not have figured that out...but that was always part of the surprise. It then occurred to him that there was no point in going back out there clothed, so he doffed his own shirt, jeans, and underwear, leaving them in the office. It might surprise the wolf a little bit to see him abruptly in the nude...but it might also help get the wolf in the mood a bit, as Darek was of the opinion that no man was truly 100% straight.

He wasn't a scrap surprised when he came back out of the smaller room and was greeted by a "Holy crap!" from the wolf still waiting upon the window seat. "You're...you're huge, man!"

"Thank you for the compliment," said Darek, with a self-satisfied smile. "You're no needle-dick yourself, of course, but I know that perfectly well from having been your nude photographer this afternoon."

"I, uh...I don't think that's gonna fit in me," said the wolf, looking at it nervously. "I've...never been with a guy before..."

"Then we'll be sure to lube you up thoroughly," said Darek, beginning to stroke the pendulous monster at his crotch, getting it ready for the condom. "You can't get paid if it -doesn't- go in you."

The wolf grimaced visibly. "Just...be gentle, I guess..."

"I'll try not to make it any more painful than it has to be. But once I get going, well...I'm awfully hard to stop," said the bovine, knowingly. His lance was firming up well already...his anticipation of the moment was evident as it fueled the turgidity of that member. "Now turn around. Brace against that window...it'll help me keep myself in check a little better, to have you against it, and I'm sure you'll make a beautiful figure, pressed against the glass."

The wolf slowly turned around in his kneeling position. "Like that?"

Darek moved in, grasping the wolf's forearms and placing them in a lifted position, bracing the wolf's body against the reinforced glass. "Like this. Trust me when I say that the more of the glass you're against, the less impact you'll get when I rut into you..." His rising cock slowly throbbed higher and higher, tracing a path along the wolf's buttocks and up into his lower back.

It was all Alex could do in that moment not to whimper, feeling that heavy appendage against his body. He tried to focus on the money, that he was doing it for his wife and his kids and their perception of him as the providing father, but the fact that that meaty spire--which was only going to be bigger at full hardness than he'd already seen it--was going to be inside him was not leaving him feeling comfortable.

Darek let the wolf's arms go, satisfied that they were in place, and began to open the condom wrapper. As it was a sizable number, the packaging, too, was fairly considerable--but eventually he got a good tear in the wrapper and got the sheath out. The closeness of their bodies had sent his shaft on a beeline to full hardness, as he knew what was coming next in more than mere conscious thought, and it was thus not too hard to get the condom on...at least, it certainly was hard enough, though its girth made any kind of wrapper a tough negotiation anyway.

He drizzled it generously with lube, almost like one might load a sundae with hot fudge sauce, then looked at the bottle for a moment before taking the end of it and jamming it against the wolf's exposed entrance. To Alex's gasp he responded: "No, that's not going in you...just relax and let me squirt some lube in there." He took his other free hand and stretched the wolf's cheeks apart to widen the opening, creating a narrow passage for the lube to enter. As he squeezed the bottle, he readied the angle of his own cock to take the spot as soon as he was done.

And that's precisely what he did, too--just as soon as he was done squeezing slick fluid straight into the wolf's rectum, he withdrew the bottle and plugged the entrance with the tip of his shaft, not letting any of it back out. He heard Alex give a quiet yelp. "Now that, on the other hand," he said, "that's going in you."

"Fuck, that's huge--! Agh--" The wolf's cry was cut off as the bovine abruptly pushed into him, stretching him wider open than he'd ever been, all at once, drowning his posterior in a world of pain. Instinct goaded his voice into making a completely undignified yelp and whine, and he tensed up with the agony of it.

"Settle down," said the bull, reaching up to knead the tops of the wolf's shoulders. "You're tight as all heck, and while it feels downright amazing," he said, giving a pleased moan to get the point across, "mmm, I'm never going to get it all in you when you're this tight. And it'll hurt more if you keep constricting around it. Seriously, relax." He continued to push upward, but progress was slow and he wasn't going to push hard enough to cause any lasting injury...that was the kind of thing hospitals would report.

"Aghhh, alright, alright, I'm trying, I'm trying..." The wolf's breathing was hastened and labored, and it was all he could do to just manage the thing being jammed into him. Despite the fact that it was basically marinated in lube, it was all he could do to not seize up along his entire torso to try to squeeze the invading object back out--reflexes were battling him all the way, and since this squeezing was accompanied by such pain, he was hoping that maybe relaxation would give him some relief. He focused as hard as he could on relaxing, and while at first nothing seemed to happen, he could eventually feel some of the tightness seeping away, and the pain levels diminished a bit as that took place. It certainly wasn't hurting as much as the bull pushed further and further into him, at any rate--the new inches of penetration were bought at a cost of significantly less suffering.

"That's more like it," rumbled Darek approvingly. "Keep that up, whatever you did. I'm almost all inside you."

"Dammit," whispered the wolf. Still more to go? It was so hard to imagine. He shifted a bit, trying to maybe find an adjusted angle that would make it easier to relax, and as he did a sudden shock jolted through his body. It was so different and so strong that at first he had no idea what it was and merely gave a choking gasp, but as it washed over him he was able to place it: pleasure? Now? While having this thing inside him? He felt like it would be a miracle if he didn't come home bleeding from his ass, so how in the heck was he enjoying it?

Just as he was beginning to process it, he felt the bull's hips bump up against his cheeks. "There, that's as deep as it goes. That last bit suddenly got smooth, real smooth...did you figure something out?"

"Not...really," said the wolf, teeth clenching as the pleasure faded and the pain swam back into focus. "It just felt...kinda different for a--haaaah!" He'd shifted again, and miracle of miracles, that jolt of pleasure seared through his mind again.

"Ah," said Darek, rumbling a low laugh, "now you're starting to see why people like taking it up the rump. It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh frickin' hell yes," breathed Alex, his tone wildly uneven. "Uhnnn--oh yes..." He'd found just the angle at which to bend himself along the solid shaft to hit that magical spot, and was now making movements scarcely bigger than shivers to stimulate it just right as much as possible. His own loins, which had been nothing if not unresponsive since the pain began, now began to warm and fill, taking their cue from the erogenous stimulation.

"And you're so much looser now," said the bull, running his hands down the wolf's corrugated sides. "Amazing what a little pleasure can do, isn't it?..." He began to withdraw.

The pleasure began to fade in Alex's mind as the amount of shaft within him dropped, and his movements became somewhat more frantic as he tried to continue hitting that internal "button" just right, mostly to no avail. "No--no! Don't take it out, that was so good!"

"Bear in mind that this isn't just about you, Alex," said the bull, more than a little condescension evident in his voice. "I'm going to have an orgasm here or you won't be paid."

The wolf gritted his teeth, wanting to growl but refraining to keep from pushing the limits too hard. "Right."

"Besides," continued the bovine, "it won't be long before it starts to go right back into you..." And indeed, he made good on that statement by doing just that, beginning to refill the lupine's newly-stretched insides.

The wolf gyrated his hips experimentally, trying to find that perfect angle again and gasping as he half-hit it, prompting a jolt of pleasure that didn't last. He was finding it easier to relax when he was looking for pleasure and not simply trying not to think about pain, and while there was no question that his entrance was still a world of hurt, the rest of him seemed to be calming down a bit.

The bull started at a slow rhythm, but as he noticed the wolf being able to take it, he began to speed up, pressing his body inward so that his movements became more vertical, thereby exploiting the explosive power of his massive thighs. He was rewarded by how the wolf began to lose control as they progressed, as each time he happened to hit the wolf's internal G-spot just right, his reactions seemed to get a little stronger, leaving Alex less and less coordinated and suave and more and more of a slave to passion and a manslut-in-progress. It turned him on immensely to see this masculine figure melting in his hands, and it only strengthened the fervor of his thrusts.

But it wasn't bound to last, and as Alex's now-raging hard-on was rubbed against the glass, squeegeeing his pre all over the window, the wolf began to rise ever so quickly towards his first orgasm brought on my another male's manhood inside of his body. "Oh gods," said the wolf, "I'm gonna--I'm gonna--" Some bizarre hybrid offspring of a yell and a howl tore itself from his body as his testicles drew up tight and his load shot onto the glass, smearing between the fur of his lower abdomen and his shaft itself, and dribbling down along the slick, transparent surface, obscuring the view of the campus three stories below.

The wolf's climax sheathed the bull's granite lance in spasmodic constrictions, and that combined with the wolf's final submission to the professor's ultimate male domination was enough to set the bull off, even if he normally had stamina to last much longer--it had been a while since his last good sex, really. A frighteningly loud lowing resonated into the windows as he buried his shaft in completely, instinct driving him to ejaculate deep into the wolf, even though the condom trapped his seed instead of allowing it to coat the smaller male's insides as he sought.

They came down unevenly, breathing uneven, haphazard, the startling ascension to climax having taken any semblance of grace out of the picture. Slowly the bull began to back up, gradually-softening cock sliding wetly out of the wolf's ass in its cum-filled wrapper. Once he made it completely out, accompanied by a "squicksh" sound as the swollen reservoir tip was cleared, he took a moment to survey the stretched but still-rhythmically-contracting sphincter he'd just forcibly spread wide--it would likely stay that way for an hour or two before it came back to something like normal, and he knew the wolf would be sore for quite a while. They all were, the first time. He went to the camera bag and began counting out the wolf's pay.

Meanwhile Alex slowly turned around, weak in the limbs from the mixture of uncanny pleasure and god-awful pain. Without the shaft in him, the internal pleasure had dropped so greatly--there was virtually nothing to take his mind off the discontent radiating from his rectum. But he was shaken, too--here he'd thought that all the sex he'd ever need was boning his wife to a hot mutual orgasm, and yet in this strange event he'd never thought he'd submit to, he'd found a pleasure unlike any other. What did it mean for him? Had the bull maybe turned him gay, somehow?

"Three thousand," said the bull, bringing over a stack of hundreds, "and a bit extra for the road. To be honest, I wasn't expecting I'd get to hilt into you the first time...you took it like a champ."

The wolf weakly accepted the money, getting to his feet off the window seat gingerly. Any change in the angle of his legs and back was accompanied by flares of pain from his sphincter, and he was trying to prevent that as much as possible. "Gee...thanks..."

"I'm going to get to the janitorial closet and get some cleaning supplies for this...we can't have the students come in and see wolf jizz on the windows, now can we? Take all the time you need to get dressed...and if you're not here once I'm back, I'll call you, and we'll set up your first in-class appearance."

"You got it," said Alex, staggering towards the mini-office. He wasn't sure how he was going to get his clothes back on in this state, but he knew he was gonna pop some pain meds, first thing when he got home.

Darek smiled to himself again as he stripped off the condom, trashed it, and threw on a painter's apron before making his way down the building to the supply closet. Alex might never know that the bull would be taking pictures of the semen on the window before he got rid of it, just for his own later enjoyment...

Three weeks later, the bills had come in, and with all of it put together, Alex found himself all but too short again...true, he still had a bit of money to work with, but it might not be enough to tide him through the next month--and the amount of handicapping he could do with such a small sum was almost nothing...certainly not enough to make a good wage off of, for now.

He was sure that with some more capital on hand before the next cycle of bills, he could handicap some more and make a bigger cushion, but he had nowhere from which to get the capital. He certainly wasn't going to get a loan from the bank; heavens only knew if he'd get slapped with more phantom fees again, and he wasn't about to let the bank have any more of his money that he couldn't take back on demand.

His thoughts wandered to the professor. The artist had paid Alex for two separate sessions of modeling for two different classes, but that in itself paid so relatively little--he might as well just handicap, since then he didn't have to drive to the university, find parking, and all that jazz.

True, he'd walked funny for days after the first time the bull had rode his butt, but he was able to explain it away as a gym injury, and his family seemed to buy it...but after it all, the money had definitely been worth it, and the pleasure, elusive though it was, seemed to be the icing on the cake. He had a feeling that with more practice, the pain would diminish further, and that would mean what pain there was would shine through even more clearly...

So he picked up his cell phone from the parking lot of the sandwich shop where he was having lunch and ruminating all this, and gave Darek a jingle. Fortunately, the professor was there.

They exchanged pleasantries, and then Darek, clever as ever, asked, "So, Alex...what are you calling me for? Are you in need of more work?"

The wolf grimaced; he hated being called out on things by others. "...yeah, I could use some."

"For the same price as last time, I'd be glad to have you here, in my bed...and this time, I want my seed in you, not in some rubber thing. Less if you insist on it."

The wolf pondered this. "...how -much- less?"

"I'll cut it to two-thirds the original payment."

A thousand-dollar condom? True, Darek had been a crafty bastard and conniving in the extreme, but in the end everything he'd said had been true, and from what Alex could tell, he wasn't infected with anything, nor had his previous encounter with the bull given the wolf anything besides a case of overstretched sphincter. "I'll do it if you pay for an STD test for me afterwards, too. And show me one of yours, that's recent."

"I assure you you won't need either, but I'll do it anyway. Student Health offers them at low cost to locals--even ones who aren't enrolled."

The wolf breathed a sigh. He felt like he was selling himself, but right now he couldn't think of a better way...and there was still that elusive pleasure to think about.

Darek answered the doorbell a few evenings later, entirely in the nude, and found the wolf there, as planned, again in workout clothes. "I see you're both punctual and attentive," remarked the bull, inviting his "employee" in.

"I do what I can," said Alex simply.

"I know you're a married man," said Darek, leading the way to his bedroom, "so while I'd typically show a visitor to my house who would end up with my cock inside them by the end of the evening a certain amount of jovial hospitality, I won't be making this at all like a date for you...so let's get down to business."

The bedroom was a surprisingly regal number, and the massive bed in the center was accented with four posts , yet no footboard. Though Alex didn't know it, this setup was useful for bondage scenarios--but perhaps, mused the bull to himself, the wolf might some day find out.

"Uh, before we get started," murmured the wolf, "can I uh...see my money?"

The bull rolled his eyes, but went over to a small paper bag on the dresser, and opened it, tilting the opening so the wolf could see inside. "There it is. Three K, and I've a few other bills around here in case I decide what you did was worth more. We'll yet see."

"Understood," said Alex. He'd gotten thirty extra bucks from their last encounter, which wasn't all that much, but every little bit helped.

"Now let's get those clothes off you. Think you might have a strip show in you, pup?" asked the bull, sporting a devilish smirk.

"Uh, we'll see," said Alex. The opportunity to earn a little extra money in the process was not lost upon him, but it wasn't something he was used to doing, so he'd have to wing it.

He slowly stripped off his tank top, rolling it up at a teasing pace, before gradually shucking it from his arms and shoulders, showing off his impeccably worked-out physique. The shorts came next, at a pace completely unhurried, the waistband running over the rounded landscape of his thighs and stuttering over his kneecaps. He stepped out of his sandals as the shorts cleared his ankles, and finally all that was left was the jock. He turned so that his back and rump were again facing the bull, whom he noted was already beginning to stroke himself, and smiled back with his best attempt at an alluring gaze. He slowly drew the supporter down via the straps that normally lodged under his buttocks, until before long his own cock was dangling free between his legs and his ring was exposed to the air.

He'd scarcely stepped out of the elastic accessory when the bull was suddenly behind him, his body so close, and the wolf's upper body was pushed forward and down, causing him to catch himself reflexively on the lower end of the bed. "You did good work with that one," rumbled the bull, "and now you can tell how horny it's made me," he said, as he pressed his now-hardened shaft against the wolf's butt, sandwiching it between the muscular gluteals on either side. The bull drew back momentarily, then, reaching down and just under the foot of the bed, withdrawing a strategically-placed bottle of lube.

Alex wondered just how many other males the bull must have had sex with, to keep a bottle right there. Perhaps there were countless others in the past who had braced themselves against Darek's bed, just like he was now doing himself, getting rutted into by the bovine's ungodly-large shaft, glazing the blankets with their own jizz...certainly the room smelled hazily of maleness, though the aroma was too indistinct of anything besides the bull's own smell to say for sure...

The thought distracted him from the lube being added to the cock pressed against his bent-over butt and against his hole. "It feels almost like you wanted my cock inside you more than the money, with the performance you just gave...I'm going to be happy to unload deep inside you this time, with nothing to stand in the way of my gift..."

The wolf gently bit his lower lip for a moment, wondering just how that would feel. Would it be as wonderful as what had happened last time? Better, maybe? He could only hope. "Yeah, get that deep in me," he said, trying to egg on the bull and get this thing over with. The sooner he could go home, the sooner he'd be able to ice his aching sphincter.

"My pleasure," said Darek, tucking the bottle of lube against the nearest bedpost, before driving that massive spire into the wolf's entrance once more.

Alex gave a yelp that faded into a growl as that massive tip penetrated him, causing a flare of pain that was impossible to ignore. A reflexive squeeze of his insides came along with it, but he was somewhat prepared, and did his best to stave off unnecessary tightness as the bull continued to push into him--he knew it would help to try to avoid the additional suffering he'd experience if he let himself tense up.

"Mm," said the bull, sounding quite honest in his contentment, "you feel even better without the rubber in the way...so tight and soft, just like velvet...worth every penny I'm spending on you," he finished, sounding smug in his ability to buy the wolf's compliance.

Alex tried to think of a suitable retort, but that magical spot came to life, this time slowly and gradually, obliterating any hope he might have had of saying something clever. His exhalation became a moan as the delight rose, and instinctively he began moving his hips again to see if there was any one impeccable angle with which to stimulate it.

"Found your spot again, have we?" said the older bull. "And this with a little less of me in you, too...this new position must be just what you need..." His hands had been on the wolf's hips, but now he leaned in, bracing them upon the wolf's sinewed shoulders as he continued to pull, driving his shaft ever inward in conjunction with the pushing of his muscular legs.

It was something else, now, feeling that shaft in him--Alex could definitely tell the difference between the bull's manhood with and without the receptacle on it, and what's more, the pleasure that had once been so touch-and-go was now more like a pleasant background that fluctuated spontaneously with the motions of the bull. Sometimes it was just a wonderful warm glow, and at other times it became almost like surges of bliss, rising up from deep inside him. Darek had already started to cycle his thrusts, clearly not intending to wait, and while the pleasure definitely dropped to its lowest point as the bovine pulled the farthest out, the pleasure was now more common at depths where before it would have been absent.

After a bit, Darek pulled out a ways and drizzled on some more lube, before squelching it back into the wolf's insides. His excuse was that his skin tended to absorb the water in the lubricant, but the slickness this infusion added only augmented Alex's bliss--smoother movements with less friction in the wrong places...what couldn't he love?

They continued this way for at least as long as Alex had lasted the first time, or at least he certainly felt sure of it--Alex felt surprised at himself for being able to endure longer on only his second experience. But as Darek's fervor rose, he surprised the wolf with a trick up his own sleeve: he suddenly crouched somewhat, drawing back his hands and catching up the lupine's calves. "Brace yourself as best you can," muttered the horny bovine, before spreading the smaller male's legs wide and using them as tethers to pound hard and deep into Alex's insides--grunting deeply with the effort and virile satisfaction of each thrust.

There was an initial spike of pain with the first thrust, but the pleasure that followed was even more intense, and consistently so, than anything Alex had experienced with the bull so far. His voice became an uneven mess as he tumbled, as though in a head-over-heels fashion, towards his own orgasm.

The buildup this time was more drawn-out, and as Alex found the last bits of resistance leaving him, he heard the bull's voice rise as well--and then suddenly it was upon them--a shared orgasm, wholly simultaneous, their two masculine cries of climactic passion uniting in the air and filling the room with vital loudness. Alex's wolf seed spattered onto the blankets in rich quantities, while the virile bull's load, no longer fettered by a reservoir tip, emptied a searing heat deep into the wolf's body in palpable pulses--a remnant that would be mostly absorbed by his own body, with how deep it was, thanks to the bull having pulled back on the wolf's legs as hard and as far as they could muster.

This time they came down in something more unified; this time they were not each a mess of sharply-fulfilled need and spontaneity. They'd been methodical in what they wanted and planned, and the fruit of it was a satisfaction and sense of accomplishment that their meeting in the studio had been wanting. Slowly the bull withdrew, his cock glazed in a mixture of the bull's pre-ejaculate and semen, as well as the continual gloss of the lubricant.

"Well," said the bull, sighing as he stood there, breathing heavily, half-hard cock just behind the ass it'd just claimed, "I suppose you'll be wanting your pay now..."

"Uh, Darek..." said Alex, slowly.

"Yes?"

"...did I do well that time?"

"You did well both times," quipped the bull, going to the dresser for the bag of bills. "Why else would I have let you do it again, if I hadn't liked it the first time?"

"...so...maybe I can do this again some day?" he asked, slowly getting back up from the bed. The soreness was still present, but he felt as though it might have been a little less than last time, and he had the ice and the pain pills all ready and waiting for him at home.

"Maybe," remarked the bull, looking a little contemplative. "We'll just have to see what else I can bribe you to do with that sexy body of yours, to keep you earning your wages..."

Alex accepted the bag of money, and started to dress back up. He felt like he was definitely the one with the better deal here--he had the money, he had the pleasure, and it looked like there would be more of both to come. Even though he was usually an expert at making good bets, this was one bet he'd never expected would pay off--in more ways than one.