Courtship II
Author's note: I really wondered about putting watersports as a flag for this story. I ended up putting it since I didn't want someone to be all shocked by it :P though it is not a focus of the story. I'm not really sure why this is the story I'm posting, I have another original story and a second chapter or so of Mark. But, here it is anyway! Oh and for those of you who didn't read Courtship, Zane attacked Rusty and told him to stay away from a girl he wants. To make it exceptionally short: they ended up humping. It ended with Zane tied to Rusty.
More than half an hour later Zane's knot was still stuck inside the smaller wolf. They had argued, each blaming the other for what had happened, but it did nothing to remedy the situation. They were firmly tied together, and after the first few minutes they had resigned themselves to waiting until his knot went down.
Perhaps a half hour later Rusty opened his eyes to see that night was falling and still he couldn't pull off of Zane's swollen knot. "Gods, does your knot EVER go down?" He growled irritably at the larger wolf, to be met with a deeper growl and a nip on his nose.
"Well it'd go down faster if you'd quit squirming!" Zane tested the tie for the hundredth time, the tugging on his shaft and the sight of the smaller animal tied under him making a small spurt of post orgasmic spunk leak out of his tip. He still felt a mix of shock and disgust when he let himself think about what he'd done with another male, but despite his mental repulsion his cock remained as hard as ever and he had to concentrate to not get aroused again. Subconsciously he believed that if he screwed him again it would be worse. The first time had been an 'accident', he thought. He wasn't fooling even himself. "Why did you kiss me anyway? This is your fault!"
Rusty's ears went back and he growled softly, but wouldn't meet the other wolf's eyes. "My fault?! You're the one who shredded my only clothing, then decided to hump me! This is your fault!"
Their arguments went downhill from there. Neither of them wanting to believe that they had wanted to do what they'd done, trying to put all of the blame on the other. They finally stopped arguing and silence fell in the forest again. The soft sound of crickets and other night creatures lulled them into a light sleep. Neither of them knew when Zane's knot finally softened enough to pull out and his maleness retreated back into his furred sheath.
Rusty's eyes opened sleepily in the night, the heavy weight of his agemate pressing down on him, Zane's deep steady breathing letting him know that he was soundly asleep. Not having to worry about what anyone would think he let himself enjoy the closeness, nuzzling his cool nose into the thick grey fur. It felt kind of comforting to feel his larger body over him, but finally he put his arms around the grey wolf and rolled him carefully onto his side facing him, and fell asleep moments later.
Zane came slowly back to consciousness the next morning as the sky brightened in the east. The first thing to register in his mind was the strange scent in the air. It took in a minute or two to recognize what it was; it was the scent of mating. He realized that his sheath was still matted with spunk. Wrinkling his nose, he opened his eyes and saw the red furred ears of the smaller wolf who'd nuzzled his face against Zane's chest in the night. What had made him do what he did last night? What would the other wolves think if they knew? His ears went back and he closed his eyes tightly at the thought. He couldn't let them find out, but the scent was a certain giveaway and this forest had no free water to wash it off.
Zane's movements roused Rusty who arched his back in a stretch, licking his lips. He'd had pleasant dreams and felt more refreshed than after many nights he'd slept in his own bed. Then he remembered where he was and what happened and pulled back, looking up at the other wolf's face. Zane's eyes were locked on his muzzle, making Rusty tilt his head in puzzlement.
Zane's heart beat faster at the only solution he could think of. Rusty had licked his paw clean last night. He watched as the red wolf licked his lips with his pink tongue-tip, telling himself he was only considering it because it was practical. It was the only option. Rolling over on top of the smaller male once again, he straddled Rusty's belly and pinned his hands beside his head before he could fully awaken and try to resist. "I... need you to clean me up. No one can find out about what we did!"
Rusty blinked in surprise, grunting as he tried to free his paws. He didn't know what the grey wolf was doing, but he didn't like it. Hearing the words he blinked for a few moments as they sank into his still sleepy brain. Then his eyes widened and he shook his head. "You've got to be kidding! I'm not using my tongue to clean up your spunk, it's your problem, I didn't ask you to mount me! Get off!" He growled, but the other male shook his head and pressed down on his wrists harder.
"Well I'm making it your problem! You can do it yourself, or I can make you!" Still pinning down Rusty's wrists he moved forward until he was sitting on the red furred chest, his sheath inches from the cringing red wolf's muzzle. Forcing Rusty's struggling wrists against the back of his knees, he knelt down and pinned the bottom male's paws between his calves and thighs. Moving his own paws to the smaller wolf's cheeks, he forced Rusty's head up until his nose pressed against the grey, cum stained, sheath.
Rusty's growling turning into whines of protest, trying to free his paws. It had been bad enough to lick his own cum off Zane's paw during their mating last night, but to have his nose pushed into another male's cum first thing in the morning was far worse. He felt Zane's thumbpads pressing at the V at the back of his jaw and tried to jerk his head out of the grip without success, feeling the pressure force his jaw open. But there was no way he was going to willingly lick!
Zane glared down at the smaller male, rubbing his sheath over Rusty's nose, but there was no tongue cleaning his sheath. He found himself fighting back his arousal at the situation, reminding himself that he was trying to cover up the shameful act of mating with another male, not trying to do it again. He snarled, his lip lifting as he glared down at the resisting red wolf. "If you don't start licking I'm going to make you wish you had!" Rusty returned the look, his words slurred from his muzzle being forced open, but clearly refusing in a less than polite way. Zane did the only thing he could think of to make Rusty comply.
The red wolf decided to call his bluff, figuring there was nothing Zane could do that would make him wish he'd licked the cum from his sheath. He was wrong about that. He felt something wet starting to soak the fur of his chin, an instant later the scent reached his nose and he knew the grey wolf was pissing on him! He snarled and tried to jerk his head away, but Zane's paws gripped his cheeks hard and he couldn't move. Rusty's eyes widened with horror as he saw the grey wolf moving his tip up, the spurts of his urine coming faster and soon becoming a steady stream.
Zane tensed up and he stopped just before he reached the wide eyed red wolf's mouth, looking down into his eyes. It was hard to hold it in after relieving some of his bladder, but he didn't want to lose his threat. "Will you do it now, or do I have to keep going?" Rusty just nodded his head, whimpering as he reluctantly stuck out his tongue and gave the sheath a lick. Zane's eyes closed and he lifted his muzzle up as if he were howling, never having felt like he had as much power over someone before. The reluctant licking on his sheath was making him aroused and half of his shaft had slipped out of his sheath before he knew it was happening, looking back down at the red wolf's face. Rusty's eyes were tightly closed as he kept licking the cum from the short fur. It would be so easy to move his hips just a little bit lower, to slip his tip into that cute muzzle. He'd always been excited by stories of guys getting blowjobs from their girlfriends. He'd never even considered getting one from a guy, but in a way it was even more exciting. Feeling another male submitting like that, giving pleasure in such a humiliating way and not getting any physical gratification in return. He wanted that.
Rusty's tongue licked at the sheath over and over, tasting less of the salty spunk each lick. His footpaws lifted his hips off the ground to adjust his tail to a more comfortable position under him and he felt a shifting at his crotch and realized with embarrassed surprise that he was aroused by the situation, his cock completely exposed from his sheath. He couldn't understand how this could be exciting him, but as his thoughts drifted he found himself thinking about blowjobs as well and thinking this was very much like one. A few swipes later one of his licks was a bit longer than the others and he felt smooth flesh under his tongue. His eyes snapped open and he saw Zane changing the angle until the canine cock was aimed at his open mouth. At first he tensed up, afraid he was going to have his muzzle pissed in, but then he realized as the grey wolf moved forward that he was about to mount Rusty's mouth.
With a shiver of excitement Zane began sliding his shaft past Rusty's lips. The warmth he'd felt from the smaller animal's tongue was slowly surrounding his entire member and he had to work not to shove it all in in one thrust. He wanted to enjoy it, to feel the control he had over the other male. When his cock was finally rooted in the red wolf's mouth he began to slowly pull back, his tongue starting to hang out the side of his muzzle. It felt a lot like what he'd felt last night, but wetter and when Rusty's tongue wiggled against the bottom of his length he gasped and instinctively bucked his hips forward.
Rusty couldn't believe how aroused he was getting from sucking off the stronger wolf. It was humiliating, but the excitement he felt outweighed it. He almost wished that Zane would let go of his cheeks so he could take it past his lips at his own pace, but the grey wolf wasn't willing to give up any of his control. Rusty tasted the salty pre as it seeped out over his tongue, making it slicker as he was muzzle-humped, sucking in his cheeks to rub against the side of the shaft to increase the stimulation. The spurts came faster and he knew it wouldn't be long.
Zane's knot started to swell as his pleasure grew, slipping it in and out past the black canine lips he was thrusting into, his tail lifting high over his back as he felt himself getting closer. His eyes met Rusty's and held for several long heartbeats until he felt his pleasure rising through his body. Shoving forward hard he hilted himself in the muzzle he was humping, feeling his knot swelling up quickly and forcing Rusty to open his mouth achingly wide, and it was barely enough. Moments later he began spilling his seed on the smaller male's tongue, filling his mouth with the taste of his cum. Rusty's eyes closed tightly as he felt the hot slimy stuff filling his mouth with no way to spit it out for the swollen knot and more was spilling into his muzzle all the time. It was pushing back into his throat and he had to quickly swallow before it blocked off his air. He shivered in aroused disgust at what he was doing, swallowing down the stronger male's cum. His own shaft throbbed and he knew he would come from the slightest stimulation, but it didn't come. He had to passively lie there and accept everything the bigger male's cock spurted in his mouth as his own pleasure was denied.
Zane's tongue was hanging out of his muzzle and drooling on Rusty's face as all the grey wolf could think about was his shooting pleasure. He wiggled his hips back and forth, but couldn't pull back very far before he felt the smaller wolf's teeth against his knot and had to stop. Instead he pushed forward, the spurts of spunk no longer filling Rusty's mouth but shooting straight down his throat. By the time Zane's climax was over he was panting for breath and had to release the smaller male's cheeks so he could brace his paws on the ground and keep his balance. Feeling Zane moving his weight forward, Rusty was finally able to work his paws free and quickly reached down to begin stroking his own aching erection. He was close and was soon panting through his nose into the other male's crotchfur, letting out muffled whimpers of pleasure. He was excited enough that he didn't even care that he had to get his pleasure by his own paw when the other wolf had used his mouth to get off. It was only a couple of minutes later that his cock pulsed and started spurting his gooey seed over his belly. His eyes closed tightly as he finally got the release he was craving, whimpering softly when it finally began to fade. He felt the last of his seed ooze out and cover his pads with spunk.
Zane looked behind him and smirked in his afterglow at the sight of the smaller wolf's messy belly, seeing the cum matting his fur. They rested there for what felt like a long time to the pinned wolf, Rusty feeling his swollen knot begin to slowly go down. Several minutes later he felt himself retreat back into his sheath, but still Zane's knot held his muzzle open and he growled softly, trying to tug it out of his mouth but it was firmly stuck. Zane's ears splayed and he closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on something else, but it didn't help. Finally he looked down at Rusty and met his eyes. "I... don't think it's gonna go down until..." He cleared his throat nervously. "I really need to pee".
Rusty's eyes widened and he tensed up, starting to make the motions to shake his head, but the knot held his mouth in place. He whimpered around the shaft filling his muzzle, the thought making his tail curl between his legs. He knew from experience that sometimes his own knot wouldn't go down in the morning until he'd relieved himself, but he desperately tried to think of some other solution, but he knew he wouldn't be able to suggest it even if he could.
Zane closed his eyes and muttered 'sorry', before Rusty felt a salty liquid streaming into his tied muzzle. He almost gagged at the thought of what it was, but he didn't have a choice. He hadn't even been able to hold all the grey wolf's cum in his mouth, so he found himself quickly running out of room in his muzzle. His cheeks puffed out and some of the liquid was forced out and ran down his chin, staining his fur yellow. Once again he had to gulp, knowing the stronger male was pissing down his throat and he couldn't do anything about it. He was glad that Zane had let some of it go earlier, but it didn't feel like it as he had to swallow repeatedly. Finally the stream of pee tapered off and he sighed after swallowing the last of it.
His sigh was mirrored by Zane as he felt his knot finally start to go down, knowing that in a couple of minutes they'd be able to separate. He tried to sooth the smaller wolf by petting him between the ears, but Rusty still glared up at him. The red wolf's anger was suddenly the last thing on either of their minds. They heard snickering from behind a nearby tree and were mortified to discover they had an audience...