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It was as much the smell of sweat as it was the bear looming over him that made the wolf's muzzle pull back in a sneer. The small dock-side office was messy, moonlight glinting off a week's worth of discarded fast food wrappers, pop cans and at least one empty whisky bottle. The dock supervisor was gone, he'd left with the rest of the spectators and breaking into his office had been child's play for the mountainous ursine. Mathias shook, not from fear, but humiliation. He had lost the match, he couldn't dispute that, nor could he dispute the right of the winner to the prize he had decided to claim. Still the red wolf struggled in the bear's grip, a feeble effort that only drew a chuckle from the larger male.

"What's this? Havin' second thoughts, kid?" asked the bear as he braced a paw against the lupine's chest as the other began to fumble with the tight shorts the wolf had worn during the fight. Though Mathias' face still stung, one eye already beginning to swell shut and the trickle of blood that had seeped from his muzzle now a tacky, dry stain in his fur, he resisted.

"If you're going to fuck me, do you really have to call me kid? It's a little creepy." Mathias snarled out in response. Still the bear continued to press down on the smaller male, the fetid stink of sweat masking the lingering smells of cigarettes, whisky and arousal. The wolf could feel the cool night air that seeped through a cracked window nearby as it tickled against his own sweaty body, the fatigue of the fight still stripping his muscles of their usual strength.

"Clever" said the bear as he pushed Mathias' thigh-length shorts down to the wolf's knees. "I love a good laugh while I put pups like you in your place." The bear's paws were rough, strength oozing from every movement the ursine made as he kept his 'lover' pressed against the desk. Mathias' cock bobbed free as the tight fabric that had encased it was removed, the ebony shaft throbbing from a mixture of the adrenaline and growing need that was welling in Mathias' body. He arched back at the first touch of the bear's fingers upon it, the glistening flesh warm to the ursine's touch; the wolf's state only egged the bear on. "Don't worry, you put up a good fight, you'll enjoy this."

Mathias couldn't help but look down the length of his own body, the lean tone of his training accentuated by the moonlight and his own position. The bear's words took the edge out of the wolf's worry, but still he couldn't help but strain against those paws as they stroked over his body before twisting his smaller form to face away from the bear. Bent forward over the supervisor's desk now Mathias could guess what would come next. It didn't though, instead the bear's paws left his body for a moment before returning to cup his ass.

"Well isn't that cute" came the deep teasing voice of the wolf's tormentor, "As fine an ass as I've ever seen on a girl." Mathias' growl was all the reaction the bear needed it seemed as one of his paws slid between the wolf's thighs. The feel of that touch against his balls drew a low gasp from the wolf, a sound that drew a flush of anger to his own cheeks as he realized he wasn't as against this treatment as he thought he ought to be. His legs spread regardless of his intentions and the coarse, rough fondling from the bear continued unhindered. Mathias' paws curled against the desk, holding onto the rim as the sound of the bear's breathing filled the silence of the small room. It continued like this for several moments, the explorations of the bear's fingers drawing the occasional gasp from Mathias and each passing second fueling the growing anger of the wolf. When he moved, he moved quickly. Twisting to once more face the bear Mathias was rewarded by a look of surprise on the ursine's face; the look soon melted to one of playful disdain even as Mathias' arms lifted to push back against the bear, his cock unintentionally grinding against the softly furred belly of the other male. That was as far as he got before the sheer weight of the bear stopped him, however.

"Down boy"

"Fuck you"

"If you insist" The bear's answer was as blunt as his movements now. His body pressed down on Mathias, the plastic-coated wood of the desktop behind Mathias digging into the wolf's back as his front was encompassed in the girth of the bear. He could feel the ursine's rigid cock grinding against his own, slick pre-cum oozing down the wolf's length from the large male's earlier attentions. Mathias' paws came up, pushing against the bear's shoulders but barely budging the male who simply continued to grind against the lupine. The stifling odour of the large male's growing arousal only served to keep the wolf gasping and growling out in unwanted pleasure. By the time the bear pulled off of him, Mathias had grown accustomed to the weight, the smell, the feel and the pleasure of the simple movements.

"On your knees"

The red wolf obliged, falling to his knees as heavy breaths escaped him, the cool air gulped down like water by a man dying of thirst. His body shook and a paw dropped to his own jutting shaft, stroking at it even as the bear pushed his own shorts down and let loose his impressive cock. Already it was beading with pre-cum at the tip, the impressive length of the shaft causing it to bob almost comically in front of the bear. Mathias knew what was coming but he held out, forcing the bear to speak again out of some misplaced need to exert some form of control, though Mathias knew he had no control in this situation at all.

"Get to work, will you?"

Mathias hesitated for only a second longer but the bear was running out of patience. His heavy paw fell atop the wolf's head, splaying the smaller male's ears even as it drew his face towards the musky tip of that eager shaft. When it first touched his lips the wolf balked, the taste of that pre-cum already salty against his tongue as he instinctively licked it from his upper lip. Still the bear insisted with the might of that paw however, and the wolf slowly found himself forced down onto the length of the bear's penis. The musky flavour flooded his muzzle as his lips closed around the length, the momentary taste of pre-cum washed away by a wave of sweat, and flesh and lust and need. His head bobbed as if he had no control over it, the instincts of the defeated fighter telling him to stop, to fight, but he knew it would be fruitless to do so. The heavy weight of the bear's paw on his head remained and the taste of the bear's cock was growing more pleasant with each saliva-slickened bob of his muzzle along its throbbing length. His own shaft ached between his parted thighs, the tip leaking pre-cum of its own as his eyes half-closed.

"Good boy"

The two simple words served only to egg Mathias on, some base level of his reasoning telling him that keeping the bear happy would be the quickest way to get out of this situation. The paw on his head curled its fingers to stroke behind one of his ears as the sounds of his damp muzzle travelling along the equally damp cock filled those same ears.

When the bear came it was glorious. It was no surprise to Mathias when it happened; he could hear the ursine's quickened breathing, the tightening of his muscles and the tenseness of those heavy balls with each bump of the wolf's chin against them. What did surprise him, however, was the amount of cum that followed. The first spurt was simple for Mathias to keep in his mouth, swallowing it down with an uncharacteristic eagerness as his own growing lust blinded him to his situation beyond the pleasure of it. The next shot geysered down his throat and it was then that Mathias realized what he was in for. His muzzle rode the ear's cock through the orgasm like a small boat rides a wave during a hurricane; cum dribbled from his lips and his throat filled with the thick cream of the bear's release. It seemed to last for hours but within seconds the wolf was on his back, breath reeking of the large male's seed and his lips stained by its milky texture.

Mathias moved to sit back up, but the bear's foot had already come down to press against the wolf's own rock hard shaft, flattening it against his lower belly and forcing his own pre-cum to streak across his fur. He could hear the rumble of the bear above him even as he strained against the ursine's weight as it kept him on the floor. Above he could see the bear pulling a half-smoked cigarette from the rim of a nearby ashtray, the large male eyeing it before scooping up a lighter and sticking the butt of the smoke between his lips.

"You had your fun, now let me up" Mathias demanded.

"That? That wasn't any fun at all, kid" came the reply. "What we're going to do later though? That" he paused, a little flick of his wrist popping open the top of the lighter as a small flame flickered to life. The bear brought it to the ashed tip of the cigarette before looking down at the wolf, "That's going to be a riot."