Derek and Bruce
Derek jogged down the sidewalk, his sneakers lightly bouncing on the white, hot cement. It was another one of those days; the scorching sun fiercely blazing its heat upon his large, gray, lupine head, drops of sweat raining from his thick, light colored fur, and a nice long jog before relaxing again on his recliner at home with the TV flickering channel after channel. All these made up yet another regular day in the life of Derek Coleman.
As he jogged on steadily, his sleek wolf tail bounced behind him sticking out of his dark blue jogging shorts. His damp hair whipped around in the heated breeze as he brushed it out of his eyes. His pumping legs and arms, although not bulging with muscle, were quite impressive for an average five foot eight wolf. A sweat soaked white t-shirt clung to his smooth, firm stomach. He spent hours of working out to achieve his current physique; it was something he prided himself in.
His light blue eyes constantly gazed ahead as he slowly sped up his pace. "I'll be able to get home in about ten more minutes, I really need to take a break," he thought to himself.
Derek never was the really the talkative type, usually minding his own business. Although he felt a small sense of pride when other females stared at him, he never was one to brag. However, he wasn't going to keep his innocence, nor his virginity, for long.
He rounded a corner of the sidewalk and was now jogging towards his home with a small man made community lake glittering by his side.
"It'll be nice to jump in there and..." his thoughts were quickly quieted by his eyes. The steady padding of his paw steps slowed to a near stop as somebody he had never seen before, a male tiger that seemed to have the body of a real serious muscle builder, was jogging along the same stretch of sidewalk Derek was standing on heading towards him. The tiger, noticing the gawking wolf, slowed to a halt in front of the wolf.
"Hey, I'm new here, name's Bruce."
Ripping his eyes off the built up tiger, Derek could barely reply in the presence of this almost godly being.
"I... I'm Derek. I live right umm.... d.... down there. How uh... how about you?"
Derek noticed that Bruce was slowly looking up and down Derek's figure, and took a little while before replying back.
"Oh, I live about four houses down, I think. Pretty close. Hey, you want to show me around?"
Derek thought that Bruce had a slight glint in his eye, as if tempting him. Derek tried to ignore it and agreed to show Bruce around the community. "I have nothing else to do for the rest of today anyway," he thought to himself.
"Oh! Of course, sure, why not?"
He turned from Bruce, implying the large tiger to follow. He was about to jog off with the Bruce off to the other neighborhoods when Bruce suddenly snatched Derek's arm before he could jog two steps.
"Huh? I thought you wanted me to show you around? I was going to... ah! That hurts!"
Bruce had tightened his grip on the wolf and started steering him towards Derek's house.
"I thought that maybe you could show me around your house first?" Bruce said, his eyes flashing, along with a grim smile.
Before Derek could reply, Bruce held him tightly by the arm and shoulder, holding him close to himself and started to walk the bewildered wolf towards Derek's home. Bruce could feel the heat of the smaller wolf onto his chest and smelled Derek's scent, urging him to walk faster. Derek could only stumble along as the tiger behind him easily directed the wolf. Although Derek wasn't jogging or running, his heart started to slowly race, and he started to really worry. Sparks of emotion were in a flurry in his head. Fear, anger, confusion, and... was that... anticipation he felt? Derek quickly shook the thought out of his head.
Soon, they reached Derek's one story, cream-colored house. It was pretty nice, with a green lawn constrained by a weed or two here or there, a small white car sitting on the driveway with a sunlight reflector propped up beneath the windshield. Derek usually kept his house door unlocked when he left for his daily jogs, so this time, he stumbled through the door as the tiger invited themselves in.
Finally struggling out of Bruce's grip, Derek turned on the towering pillar of muscle and fur.
"Bruce, what's going on? Why are you doing this? This is my house, and I can decide whether I want you to touch me like that or not!" Derek fumed at Bruce, who merely smiled, causing his facial features to take on a more sinister tone than before. Smirking and eyes flashing dangerously, Bruce slowly edged Derek against a short wall next to the doorway, his long striped tail swishing back and forth
"W... what are you doing? Get out out of.... !"
The tiger suddenly grabbed Derek by the shoulder and jerked him towards himself, pulling Derek into a forced kiss. The struggling wolf would have yelped, but Bruce's muzzle was in the way. Instead, the muffled squeal only opened his mouth a bit, allowing Bruce to force his rough tongue against Derek's. Derek tried to loosen the tight hold on his shoulder so he could pull away from the kiss, but he could only squirm in the passionate embrace of the muscled tiger stud. His arms were like iron bars, fastening the helpless wolf into place. The wolf couldn't get used to the feel of the tiger's tongue in his maw, wrestling with his own.
Finally, Bruce let go.
"Like that little wolfy? You're mine now..."
Derek took his chance and tried to bolt for the door, but was immediately blocked as Bruce took a wide sidestep.
"Oh no, you aren't going anywhere. Don't think you can get away from a tiger. If I want something, I'll even hunt for it... and I want you!"
Bruce attempted to grab Derek, but only grazed the wolf's still damp shirt. Derek spun around and sprinted for the living room, then thundered up the stairs with Bruce only steps behind.
Bruce knew he wouldn't get far; he was on the hunt. Chasing down what he wanted, what he lusted for. It sparked an ancient part within his mind. A primal instinct, causing his eyes to narrow as adrenaline coursed through his veins and into his boulder muscles.
Tearing down the hall, Derek reached his room, slightly skidding on the fake wood floor and dashed in, slamming the door shut behind him. He whipped around and fumbled with the lock on the door, when it suddenly flung open by the rampaging, hormone driven tiger. Derek was knocked to the ground, and struggled to get up, fear clouding his thoughts.
He was panicking, watching as the tiger, his tail twitching excitedly behind him and eyes taking on a slight reddish tint, kneeled down and easily lifted the wolf up and flung him on the large bed edged against a large wall.
Derek had some of the air knocked out of him as he was tossed as easily as a rag doll, knocking his head solidly against the wall, sending stars across his already panic clouded vision. He desperately tried to get back up and run again, but didn't go far.
Right when Bruce saw his prey attempting to get up from the bed, the large tiger pounced. In a mighty leap and a deep throated roar, he launched himself into the air heading straight for the cowering wolf, a blur of black and orange hurtling towards the trembling gray wolf.
He landed directly on the crouching wolf, knocking Derek flat on the bed, gasping for desperately needed air. Bruce let up his crushing weight and hastily torn his own shirt off with the sharp claw of this index finger. Flinging it aside, the wolf had full view of Bruce's prided black stripes, running across his barrel chest and solid abs. Or at least he tried to see what he could past the stars exploding around his vision.
With a deeply slurred voice, Bruce growled, "I told you not to try and run, and there's no running now you little fuck!"
Derek barely regained his surroundings and felt a steady dull ache on his head. Then he saw the muscular tiger leaning in towards him, already kneeling with his legs spread around the wolf, allowing no escape. Derek felt a pull, and looked down. His shirt was ripped clean through by the tiger's claws and then thrown across the room.
"S... Stop! Stop! Don't... what are you going to do to me?!"
"Oh I think you know perfectly well what I want, little wolfy. Are you going to go along and obey, or are you going to be a bad little pup and I'll have to force you?"
"No! Leave me along you fag, I'm not gay!"
"We'll see what you think about that after I finish with you..."
"What do you mean by that? What are you doing?!"
Bruce got up off the bed and stripped off his jogging pants, already tented by his powerful muscle. He then struggled to get his boxers off, eventually just slicing through it with his sharpened claws. The scrap of concealing cloth fell away to the floor, revealing Bruce's pulsing lust for the wolf.
Derek lifted his head off his bed, and he couldn't believe what he saw. The tiger was standing right next to him, completely naked and proudly showing off his 10-inch long feature. The tiger's cock was pointing straight at the wolf and was already glistening for need.
"Oh my g..."
Before Derek could finish his sentence, Bruce reached out and quickly brought Derek up for another kiss as his other hand teased the wolf through the wolf's jogging shorts. Derek let out a silenced moan, trying to feebly fight off the giant tiger. Bruce broke the kiss and stopped rubbing Derek's cock through the thin fabric.
"Remember, you either submit to me, you little bitch, or you are taking it the hard way," Bruce growled, jerking a finger at his throbbing erection.
"You're going to... to take me? But I'm still virgin, there's no way..."
"Then the more fun it becomes, now shut up or I won't be so nice to you anymore."
Bruce quickly slipped off the wolf's jogging shorts and boxers, revealing Derek's sheath and gray furred balls. He could already see the swelled sheath with a bit of the head poking out.
"So you are enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Bruce taunted.
He then immediately went for what he hunted for. Lowering his head, he brought it down in between Derek's legs. Placing his lips on the wolf's sheath, he stuck a tongue inside, tasting the mostly hidden length. Derek groaned and tried to pull Bruce's head off, but was too weak to do more than just lay on his bed, eyes squeezed shut. Then, Bruce sucked on the sheath as hard as he could, trying to suck Derek's cock out of its sheath.
Derek howled in pain as a fire burned from his groin through his spine and his cock was forced out a few inches. Satisfied at Derek's shouts of pain, he pulled off.
Bruce got entirely onto the bed with a creak from the straining bed and laid down on top of Derek, his cock rubbing against Derek's still swelling sheath. Derek's mind was soon replacing fear and agony with a new sense. One he had never felt before, but liked. Bruce continued to thrust against Derek's soft stomach fur.
Derek felt, for the first time, the joy of pleasing another, of surrendering to another. He thought, "Am I really gay?"
The thought didn't appeal to him, but one he couldn't seem to avoid.
The tiger was getting impatient; it was days before he had met somebody with a body like Derek's. Derek was slim and not heavily muscled, and in Bruce's book, that was just how he liked them. Bruce constantly rubbed his hips up and down Derek's, smearing his pre onto the writhing wolf. He could tell Derek was beginning to finally enjoy his treatment. He could feel the wolfhood quickly slipping fully out of its sheath and meeting his own manhood, making friction between them. Bruce growled in ecstasy, his mind starting to cloud in primal instinct as the wolf slowly lost his mind to the wild surges of emotion erupting from his groin to his brain.
Bruce then lifted himself up and, using his muscled legs, forced Derek's legs apart. He leaned back a bit to position himself and his hand held Derek's twitching tail to the side. He quickly rubbed some of the flowing, slick pre from his tip onto Derek's ring. The sudden new sensation to Derek made him fall into bliss. He completely forgot about not believing he was gay, all he wanted was to serve Bruce in any way he could. But also, there was that small pang of uneasiness in his mind.
"*Bruce, aren't you too big? I... I've never done this before, and...."
"You'll take it, you don't have much of a choice now, do you?"
"But..."
Derek was once again cut off when Bruce suddenly pulled Derek into another kiss and thrust hard into Derek's tight hole. At first, Derek's ring wouldn't give way to the bulbous tip of Bruce's cock, but Bruce dug his hind claws into the bed mattress and pushed hard despite yelps and screams of pain inside their kiss. Finally, the wolf's hole gave and Bruce's thick head slipped in, but stopped there.
Bruce relaxed and stopped shoving, savoring the feel of the wolf's heart rapidly beating against his chest and feeling Derek squirm and whimper from under him.
Derek could barely think straight, his brain erupting in stars and colors, his ears ringing intensely, blockading any sound. He could barely see, his vision stinging and blurred from pain. He felt like he was being impaled onto a tree trunk.
Before Derek could fully recover, Bruce dug his foot claws deep into the mattress bed once again and strained hard, forcing the wolf down deeper into the bed as Bruce's cock slipped in slowly, a little bit at a time. The room was ringing from the brutal screams of the hurting wolf, but Bruce was only aroused even more by the sounds and the feel of Derek's tight walls clenching like a tight fist around his member. Only when he had four inches in, he stopped and took a break.
Derek's eyes were freely flowing tears now, he was sobbing into Bruce's thick chestfur. Bruce slowly started rubbing the back of Derek's fuzzy gray head as his other held Derek's cock that was stuck between them. He could feel the heat and hardness of it press against his thick palm, and then slowly, he began to stroke it with a tight grasp, slowly milking thick streams of pre with every steady upstroke.
Then, with a mighty heave and a thunderous bellow, Bruce suddenly arched his back up and forced all of his strength into driving the remaining inches of his cock up to the hilt. His stomach and chest muscles strained as Derek frantically grabbed hold of Bruce's sides. By the sheer power of the mighty tiger, six inches of tiger cock suddenly slammed in, firmly locking and hilting Derek.
Derek could barely keep conscience after that moment. His arms fell limp on to his chest as the tiger, in the climax of his heat, began to relentlessly pound his hole again and again, the thick tiger's cock squeezing back and forth being milked by Derek. Derek's entire body was quaking with every thrust, and a low moan emitted from his maw when Bruce wasn't kissing him. The wolf's long member was constantly being rubbed between the sweating tiger and Derek's own fur.
Soon, the pain slowly faded and Derek began to enjoy the feel of the thick organ filling him again and again. He felt empty whenever Bruce nearly pulled out, and gave a small yelp of pleasure when he shoved violently back in. Bruce was hunched over Derek more than ever, tightly gripping the bed with one arm and hugging the wolf tight with the other. The tiger licked Derek on the side of his muzzle with a large rough tongue, and Derek kissed him back. The wolf hugged and held on to Bruce's wide chest, like hugging a large boulder.
"Ungh, I told you...ungh, that you would... ungh... like this," Bruce said in between his shuddering thrusts.
Derek just clenched his muscles around the tiger's member, and Bruce growled loudly and suddenly started to thrust faster, the thick cock pistoning back and forth relentlessly. Derek just held on to Bruce and tried to ride out the storm. He could tell that Bruce was getting close, really close.
Derek winced as he felt the head of Bruce's member swell, then along with the rest of the shaft.
"God, I'm getting there, I can feel it..."
Bruce then let go of the bed and furiously locked Derek in a great bear hug as he climaxed. Derek felt on pain return as the head of the cock swelled yet again... and then it happened. First, just a violent shudder from Bruce, who was frantically pushing his cock in as far as it could go into the wolf, then the tiger's member jerked and Derek felt something heavy and really hot erupt inside of him. Derek could feel Bruce's balls resting on top of his, contracting over and over bring more seed out.
Bruce started to thrust madly again as every jerk of his cock brought another thick torrent of tiger cum deep within the wolf's body, over and over again. He let go and Derek and let out a thunderous roar into the air as he arched his back and rode out the forces of lust as they shot out of his body and into his prey, Derek.
Derek was starting to worry, he was feeling quite full and he could definitely feel a great deal of steaming tiger seed squeeze out around Bruce's cock, which slowly started to cease it's pumping. The tiger seemed to give a last shudder, his face contorted in a slight wince as he forced a final wave of seed out his head. He then completely gave out in strength and collapsed on top of Derek.
Bruce landed on top of Derek with a slight squishing sound. Derek moved a bit and found that sometime in the middle of Bruce's climax, he came all over himself, coating his chest and stomach with more seed than he had ever remembered himself shooting.
Bruce just hugged Derek tight again with his last remaining bit of strength.
"Mmm, good boy, Derek..." Bruce whispered, and kissed Derek one last time before falling into a deep sleep on top of the wolf, his member still snug deep inside.
Derek sighed deeply, suddenly feeling worn down. He checked his nightstand clock, and found that it had already been three hours since he had met Bruce outside. He had lost his innocence and virginity, but couldn't care less.
Derek then fell asleep, feeling warm all over with his arms hugging Bruce's neck.