Can't Say No
Hunter traced patterns in a puddle of beer on the tabletop with his claw, resting his chin in his other paw. He wasn't old enough to FEEL old yet, but as he looked around the club it was hard not to. Most of the "kids" out on the dance floor looked like they were barely out of high school, which was probably the case. They made great eye candy under the flashing rainbow lights, but the brown wolf wasn't really interested in the sea of slim twinks. He wasn't a lone wolf, he loved hanging out with friends and talking over a couple of beers, but even when he was younger he'd never enjoyed clubs as much as his friends seemed to. The wolf tried to dance and have a good time, but he wasn't really very good at it, and the loud music made it almost impossible to have a good conversation.
Hunter's nose wrinkled, wondering why he had even bothered coming out. A minute later his 'reason' danced up to the table carrying a couple frothy mugs filled with a familiar amber liquid. The raccoon thunked them down, adding to the puddle already present on the tabletop. His friend, John, actually looked like he belonged among the pounding beats and flashing lights. He'd dyed each ring of his tail a different color and wore brightly colored jelly band bracelets. He was in his late twenties, like the wolf, but he looked young enough to fit in with the crowd of dancing young males out on the floor. The wolf had managed to make excuses, some of them even legitimate, to get out of going out to the clubs with the raccoon for a little over a month. He'd finally given in to the persistence of his friend, and here he was.
John leaned in to be heard over the music. "You should come dance; you're supposed to be having fun!" Hunter didn't think it was worth the effort of shouting over the pounding music and just rolled his eyes, picking up the mug the 'coon slid across the table to him. John flashed him a toothy grin in return. "I'll be back when you finish that, then you're going to come dance, got it?" Without waiting for a reply the raccoon was dancing off into the forest of swaying bodies.
It wasn't that Hunter was having a bad time. He just didn't really think of himself as a club wolf. He took another swig of his beer. After a few more forgettable techno remixes the wolf's ears perked as a really good Rotersand song came over the speakers. He found his tail twitching back and forth in time to the beat, nodding along to the rhythm. Now THIS he could dance to! He was almost done with the drink his friend had brought him, so he tossed it back and stood up.
Feeling more uninhibited than he had in a long time the wolf found himself weaving through the crowd randomly, moving to the music, his ears laid back and a blissful smile on his muzzle. More by chance than design he found himself dancing with his best friend, their bodies almost touching.
John leaned in to yell next to his ear, "I'm glad I didn't have to come and get you!" The wolf didn't think anything of the smug grin on the raccoon's face, moving his paws to the other male's hips in a way he hadn't since the failed attempt the friends had made at being a couple a few years ago.
"How could I resist this song? I love this song!" The wolf growled loudly into the raccoon's ear in return, his tail swinging in time to the heavy drumbeats.
"I thought you said this was twink-shit last time you heard it!" John shot back, putting his paws on the wolf's chest. It wasn't until the chorus repeated that Hunter realized the Rotersand song had ended and a rather shallow pop song had followed it. The raccoon laughed at the wolf's slightly confused, and embarrassed look. He leaned in until their cheeks were nearly touching. "Actually I think it might have been what I slipped in your drink!"
Hunter jerked back to look at the raccoon, trying to figure out why he wasn't more upset at what his friend had just told him. "What? You did what?"
John shook his head and laughed, "Christ dude, calm down! It's not like I slipped you a roofie! It was just a little something to help you enjoy yourself! And it's working, isn't it?"
Hunter knew he probably should be pissed at his friend, but he just couldn't maintain negative emotions. The music, the lights, the smell of dozens or hundreds of other young males having fun was just too exciting. He tapped a pad on his friend's nose and yelled over the music. "You know I'm gonna kill you later! But it IS kinda nice!"
John looked anything but repentant as he hugged the wolf for a moment, giving his cheek a lick. "Well then you better enjoy it while it lasts!" He waggled his eyebrows at the wolf, "I have my eye on a slinky little weasel." He pointed through the crowd at his 'prey'. "I'm gonna go hunt, you find some prey of your own!" John laughed and shook his head as he watched his friend skillfully weave through the crowd.
Hunter's body kept moving to the music alone, watching his friend move in and start to dance rather provocatively with the young male. Seeing the shameless grinding was quite engaging while it lasted, but after another few songs he lost sight of them among the gyrating bodies. Hunter tried to be subtle about adjusting his sheath, more than a little excited by the show. With a toothy grin he suddenly realized he didn't need to bother, slipping his paw down the front of his pants and giving his pink tip and furry sheath a squeeze. It felt strange to grope himself like that, in the middle of a crowded dance floor. He knew he'd never do something like that sober, but it felt deliciously naughty now and he almost lost himself in a happy trance. One of the other dances ran into him from behind hard enough to jerk him out of it, his ears going slightly pink as he pulled his paw out. Even as drugged as he was he didn't want to fully paw off! At least not yet. Still, he found it all too easy to lose himself in the music instead, letting his gaze move over the crowd, the lights flashing in every hue, dazzling his eyes. He could almost imagine himself a tropical fish swimming through the brightly colored coral reef the other dancers formed, the huge speakers vibrating his body like waves of water all around him.
The brown wolf felt himself slipping into another trance, his heartbeat thumping in time with his tail, with the swaying of his body to the music. His bare footpaws slid over the smooth floor, the males around him constantly shifting, sometimes dancing with him, more often leaving him to dance alone. He wasn't a good dancer, but whatever the raccoon had slipped him made it feel great anyway, and his obvious pleasure made up for his lack of skill. His ears were perked forward, his eyes bright and reflecting the lights.
One of the strobes flashed brilliant right in his eyes, making him instinctively close them for a few moments to clear the spots from his vision. When he opened them again his vision was filled with black and orange stripes. For a moment he thought he was still blinded by the lights, but then he realized the stripes were fur-textured. He lifted his chin to look up into the face of the biggest tiger he'd ever seen. Hunter was perhaps slightly taller than average, but his head came only to the tiger's chest. The wolf's ears slowly went back, his eyes going a little wide as he openly stared at the bigger male. His drugged brain didn't register that he'd nearly stopped dancing until the tiger put his arms around the wolf and began to pull him close to sway their hips together.
Later the wolf would never be able to remember how long they danced. It might have been the rest of that song, or it might have been a dozen songs. All he would remember is the way the feline's paws felt against his back as they slid under his shirt and pulled it off over his head. He'd remember how it felt to have his bare torso pulled against the tiger's already bare belly. He'd remember the scent of his fur, the grinding of the tiger's cloth covered bulge into his belly. He'd remember how good it felt, as if all was right with the world. There was no place he could have imagined that he'd rather be. Every sensation was pleasurable, the brush of fur, the floor under his pads, the way the music seemed to flow around and through him; it all blended together in a blissful tapestry that left the wolf almost dazed.
But most of all, the wolf would remember how the much larger male made him feel like a puppy. The way the bigger male leaned down to meet his eyes, sliding the side of their muzzles together until the feline's blunt muzzle was next to his ear. The first word he heard growled from the tiger's lips into his ear was "Puppy..." Hunter shivered against the strong feline's belly, wondering if he was that much of an open book to everyone, or if the tiger could read his mind. It didn't seem impossible just then.
The feline moved both his massive paws down the wolf's back to grip his rump, having to bend his knees to grind their crotches together. He went on in a low growl, audible even over the thumping music. "I'd like to take you home with me." He rubbed their cheeks together, the lupine letting out a soft moan at the heat coming from the other male. The tiger nipped his ear. "Just nod if that's ok, puppy." Hunter didn't think he could have refused the gorgeous male if he were stone sober. He didn't have a chance. His head nodded quickly, ears pinned back after the nip.
The tiger's muzzle split in a toothy, predatory grin. His thick muzzle pressed suddenly, hard, against Hunter's lips, the rough feline tongue pushing past his lips to invade his mouth. The feline didn't hold back, engaging in a lewd make out session there in the middle of the dance floor. The wolf felt himself melt against the larger male, surrendering his muzzle to the more dominant male's invasion. His paws went to the tiger's striped back, pressing against him harder, his whimper lost amid the driving music. When the feline finally pulled his lips away Hunter's eyes were closed, his head spinning at the passionate kiss. The next thing he knew was a massive paw on the back of his neck, gripping his scruff and pushing him in front of the tiger off the dance floor.
To the wolf's surprise the tiger didn't guide him out of the club but off the dance floor to the door of the men's room. His paws came up just in time to push the door open rather than having it pushed open with his nose. The tiger's grip didn't loosen, guiding him in and putting him in front of the nearest urinal. He felt the bristly whiskers of the feline against his cheek from behind as the paw on his scruff finally released him. The warm body of the other male pressed against his back as the tiger's paws skillfully unsnapped his pants and pulled them open. The lupine's shaft was fully erect when the feline pulled it out and aimed it at the urinal. "Piss, puppy." Was growled in his ear, the sound tickling the short hairs on the inside of the lupine's triangular ear.
Hunter's instinctive whine in response contrasted the low rumble, but somehow complemented it. All of his muscles went a little weak, His bladder releasing on command, spraying against the cold porcelain in a yellow arc. The tiger moved his paw away; the feline's arms were wrapped around his own arms and body, keeping the wolf from guiding it himself. The feline's sharp claws pushed down through his fur to scrape his flesh beneath, teasing his belly and chest as the wolf emptied into the urinal. It felt strange, and a little unnatural, to be pissing without holding onto his sheath. It made him feel helpless and out of control; for some reason it also felt incredibly erotic, especially with the tiger's body pressed full length against his back. After a minute the wolf's stream started to taper off, and the tiger kept his chest against the wolf's back, but pulled his hips away from the wolf's rump. Hunter's pants slithering down his legs to pool around his ankles.
When the canine finally finished pissing the tiger tightened his arms around his smaller form and lifted his bare footpaws out of his pants. The wolf felt a shiver run through him, almost moaning at being completely naked against the striped male. The only thing between the wolf's lower back and the tiger's erection was the fabric of the tiger's shorts. He nibbled at the lupine's ears, grinding against him wantonly. He turned to face the entrance, putting the wolf's naked front on display for anyone who might come through the restroom door. Hunter's ears were pinned back, the positioning not lost even on the drugged wolf. The throbbing erection he was sporting didn't make it any less awkward for the lupine.
"Take my shorts off, puppy." Was growled in his ear. Hunter's heart skipped a beat at those words, knowing what the bigger male had in mind. He was not the kind of wolf to even think about fucking in a public men's room... well, maybe in a stall... but certainly not out in the open. But his inhibitions had been drowned by whatever the coon had slipped him. His paws fumbled behind him, the tiger not even pulling his hips away from the wolf's body to make it easier. Somehow he managed to get the shorts open and pushed down the feline's thick thighs. The wolf's keen nose twitched as the musk of the tiger grew even stronger, feeling a dampness being smeared in his fur as the tiger ground himself against the smaller male.
"Do you want to be mine, puppy?" As he spoke the words the feline slid a paw down to grip the wolf's maleness in a hot grip, drawing an involuntary moan from the canine's lips. Hunter could only nod his head, his thoughts swimming in the scent of the bigger male behind him. Before he knew what was happening he found himself suddenly turned to face the bigger male and shoved to his knees. The tiger's hard cock was suddenly slapped on the top of his muzzle, leaking pre down his whiskers. Hunter's eyes glazed as the already strong musk became overpowering, his tail curling instinctively between his legs. That scent would be enough to make his knees go weak if he ran across it on the street, even sober. With the drug flowing through his blood he was overwhelmed with it. It filled his nose, feeling like a physical pressure in his head each time he took a breath of the musk into his lungs. When his tongue flicked out it wasn't a conscious choice, lapping out at the bigger male's balls.
The feline was clearly enjoying the soft fur of the wolf's face against his cocktip, the warm tongue on his balls making his toes flex against the cold restroom tiles. He smeared his pre over the wolf's face, pushing his tip through the short fur and leaving damp, matted trails behind. When he saw the wolf's eyes close he let out a satisfied growl, a grin sliding across his muzzle.
Hunter's panting breath blew over the dominant male's crotch, no longer even aware of his surroundings. He might have lost himself for hours in that scent, in what the feline was doing to him, if he hadn't suddenly felt his face getting soaked even more than the pre could account for. He opened his eyes, in a daze already, to see that the tiger was no longer satisfied with just using his precum to mark the wolf.
The feline's striped paw was holding his barbed cock, aiming it over the wolf's face and chest, and to the wolf's shock, he was spraying a steady stream of yellow liquid onto the lupine. He stared at that paw, not really believing that a guy he just met would do that to him. This was the kind of kinky shit he read about online, not something that happened in a club's men's room!
His muzzle was dripping, his chest already stained yellow before the wolf's hazy thoughts could accept that he really was being claimed, being pissed on. He opened his mouth to let out the protest he knew on some level he should make, but was quickly silenced when the feline shifted his grip, aiming the stream between the wolf's parted lips. The taste was even more pervasive, flooding his mouth with it, another of his senses overpowered by the feline laying claim to him. Hunter knelt there in confusion, his ears heating when the tiger's stream dipped lower. The hot fluid over his still throbbing cock showed the wolf that he wasn't just letting it happen; he was rock hard, his own cock throbbing out of his sheath against his belly.
The tiger's paw nearly covered the back of his head when it settled between his ears, pulling the wolf's face in against the still pissing cock. "Nuzzle it, wolf." Hunter's eyes squeezed shut, the scent the only thing his nose could detect anymore. His drugged brain was spinning, barely able to accept the situation let alone figure out what to do. Unable to think for himself the wolf found himself obeying, rubbing his cheek against it, nuzzling it like he'd rubbed his cheek against his best friend's cheek earlier that evening. A shiver went down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail, shocking himself with his ready submission even to this. The tiger's sinuous tail curled behind his back, looking down at the submissive wolf with a grin. "Good boy! Tell me who you belong to. Whose are you, puppy?"
Hunter's breath huffed over the cock of the male who was at that moment relieving himself on the wolf, feeling an emotional shift at the realization that he couldn't resist the bigger male. He didn't know if it was the drug, his own lust, or an instinctive lupine need to accept the dominance of a more powerful male, but he knew he belonged to this tiger. His voice came out barely above a whimper. "I belong to you. I... I'm yo-". As he spoke the last word the tip was slid past his lips.
Hunter felt the hot fluid quickly fill his mouth, his cheeks soon bulging out with the bitter, salty fluid. The tiger's paw on the back of his head kept him from pulling away, and the growl from above made up his mind. "Swallow, puppy. Take it all the way down; accept my claim inside and out." His throat worked as he gulped it down, swallowing the bigger male's piss. His breath fluffed into the tiger's pubicfur as the feline buried his cock in the lupine's face. The tip went past the entrance to his throat, the hot fluid going into his body directly, no longer under the lupine's control. The wolf felt a few more throbs in the underside of the tiger's cock before the feline was done marking him, inside and out. They stayed there for what felt like an hour to the wolf, the lupine on his knees with the feline's cock down his throat.
When the tiger finally let the wolf pull off his member with a slurp the lupine was panting heavily for breath. He looked down at the male he'd just claimed and nudged the wolf's cock with his foot, gently cockslapping Hunter's cheek with his own damp shaft. "Stand up, puppy." Hunter scrambled unsteadily to his feet. The wolf's shoulders slightly hunched, ears laid back, looking down at the tiger's footpaws, instinctively assuming the most submissive of canine postures. The feline knew enough about canine interactions to recognize it and grinned predatorily down at the smaller male. He took a loud sniff at the wolf and growled the single word, "Mine." Before he turned the wolf roughly around and shoved him against the wall of a stall.
The wolf now had his back to the entrance at least, but a much larger male was behind him and about to take him as a bitch, which wasn't much of an improvement. The tiger gripped his wrists and lifted them above his head, guiding him to hold onto the top of the stall wall. The feline's fingers twined between his own fingers intimately. He felt the cock he had just been sucking being rubbed over his tail and rump, the tip dragging through his fur. The feline didn't guide it; he used only his hips to position it. His tip slid off a few times before hitting the center of the wolf's tailhole.
Two moans echoed against the cold tile walls. The tiger's cock slid slowly into the lupine, forcing the wolf's flesh to yield, to part for the hard length. Hunter's head swam, his eyes squeezed shut. His chest was pressed against the hard partition, his muzzle forced to the side as the larger male's body took his own. He yelped when the tiger's barbed tip began to force open his inner muscles, but the feline didn't stop his slow entry. Once the tip had pried the rings of muscle open there was only the length to deal with, but it felt like it went on forever as the tiger's cock kept sliding into him, far past the lupine's defenses. The wolf finally felt the feline's hips press against his ass, knowing that the other male was balls-deep inside his body. The barbs on the feline's naked cock pressed against the wolf's slick inner walls. Hunter whimpered softly, glad that the tiger was freely leaking slimy precum into his body, easing the entry. The wolf couldn't have stopped him at this point, but the tiger took his time, letting the wolf adjust to his invasion before he began to pull out just as slowly. Hunter was grateful the bigger male was letting him adjust, knowing a cock the size of the tiger's would have torn him apart if he'd been rough in entering him; but as the male continued to move in and out of him so agonizingly slowly he found himself letting out a whimper and pushing back on the next inward thrust.
The wolf wasn't normally the type to pick up a stranger at a club. It just wasn't his thing. But the tiger was irresistible to the lupine. He would have let the feline do anything to him, and the tiger had just proved that. The tiger's pace finally began to quicken, his hips speeding up gradually until he finally started to powerfully fuck him, his hips moving in time to the muffled thump of the bass still just audible from the dance floor. Hunter's tongue hung from his lips, the wolf panting and letting out little yips as his prostate was ground against, the barbs adding to the burn under his tail. He was being taken, claimed. He belonged to the bigger male on his back, fucking him in a public restroom. And Hunter loved every moment of it. Even the twinges of shame he might normally feel were silenced by the drug still pumping through his blood, all that remained was the wolf's bliss.
The wolf felt the feline's thrusting become shorter, harder, pounding that length into him and only pulling out an inch or two. Hunter went up on his toes, his eyes squeezed shut as he was ravished like a bitch. Teeth closed on Hunter's scruff, taking him in a mating bite, further driving in the wolf's position. After only a few more short, hard thrusts he felt a hot wetness throbbing from the feline's cock. Hunter let out a drawn out whine, knowing the tiger was pumping his load deep inside him. He shuddered against the wall at the intense sensation, letting his weight rest back down onto his pads again and taking the slick, barbed length all the way into his body. The wolf's breathing was still coming in pants and whimpered moans, his own hard length pressed against the cold, smooth stall wall. He flexed his paws, the tiger's palm against the back of his hands, only able to squeeze the fingers twined with his own. He hoped that when the bigger male pulled out he'd paw the wolf off in return since his own balls were aching with need, having been unable to paw himself off with the bigger male holding onto his paws.
The wolf's ears perked up, only able to make out a toothy feline grin from the corner of his eye as the feline pulled back, keeping just enough of his cock inside the lupine to keep his cum from leaking out. The tiger nipped the back of his ear, growling into it as he suddenly slammed forward into his body. Then he began to thrust slowly again. His hips grinding against the wolf's ass, his dick stirring the slick mess around inside him. Burying his cock into the wolf again forced that pool of cum deeper into the his body. The tiger's paws still held his own against the top of the stall wall, keeping him from touching his own dick as he was fucked a second time.
Hunter's cock throbbed with each thrust as he was humped hard enough to make the partition rattle. The wolf couldn't keep quiet as his already fucked hole was used again. The pain of the barbs on the thick cock sodomizing him, mingled with the growing surges of pleasure as his prostate was massaged internally. This time when the tiger's thrusting became shorter and harder the wolf felt his own climax building. The wolf's dick was sandwiched between his furry belly and the cold surface of the stall wall, his knot half swollen as his pleasure grew.
Hunter had been fucked enough to have learned to enjoy it, but thought he might cum from being fucked without touching his cock for the first time. He was almost disappointed when the feline released one of his paws to reach around and grip his cock, bending it down. The wolf let out an almost involuntary sigh of relief as the pressure was relieved from his erection, his mind was too drugged to process how the tiger had done it, but the new angle left his cock free of the pressure it had been under when pressed against the stall wall.
The tiger's hips spanked the wolf's ass, the feline's balls no longer slapping against the back of the lupine's as both sets of nuts drew close. The tiger bit down suddenly on the back of the wolf's neck and slammed his hips forward. For the second time the wolf felt the feline begin to flood his body with sticky cum, feeling the tiger's cock balls-deep inside him, throbbing hard. The bite and sudden wet pressure set off the wolf's own climax, his knot flaring to full size as his own balls twitched, releasing his load in heavy spurts.
The tiger on his back kept slowly humping to draw out both their climaxes. Hunter moaned loudly, never having really believed that anal orgasms were possible before this. He shiver and pushed back at the feline, not caring how wanton he must look doing so. The tiger let go of both his paws this time and gripped his hips to slowly draw back. His cock made an obscene slurp as it pulled out. The bigger male seemed almost reluctant to let go of his scruff with his jaws, but finally did so, moving his nose up to the wolf's ears. "Good sissy puppy. Very, very good... Now be a good boy and stay right here. I'll be right back. I just need to stop by the 24 hour department store around the corner to get you a collar. Doesn't that sound nice?" Hunter's ears swiveled back toward the male that just fucked him, blushing a little at the words being growled into his ear. His ears went even more red when the feline used his tail as a cumrag to wipe the sticky seed from his dick. The tiger nipped one of his eartips lightly. "Although. I guess you don't have much choice about it, do you?"
Hunter didn't understand what the feline meant until the bigger male stepped away from him. When the wolf tried to step back he was pulled up short by a tug on his knot. The brown wolf's eyes went wide, looking down his belly disbelievingly. The feline had slid his cock into a glory hole in the stall wall. His knot had swollen up on the other side!
The wolf yelped at a sudden slap on his ass. "You look cute like that. I'm sure everyone who comes in to use the restroom while I'm gone will think so. If you want your knot to go down any time soon, you should probably try not to let them play with you." The feline's rough tongue slipped into his laid back ear, making the wolf whimper like a puppy. "Not that you're in any position to say no right now."
The tiger slipped on his shorts and picked up the wolf's pants, throwing them over his shoulder. "Don't worry; I'll bring these with me when I come back with your collar. Hold tight, pet." Hunter's heart was pounding from the hot fucking he'd just received. Even knowing he'd be mortified in the morning he still couldn't feel unhappy about the situation. Here he was, naked and knotted to a stall wall, his face and chest covered in piss, his ass to the entrance and leaking cum, and all he could think about was that tiger. And worst of all... he didn't know which he wanted more: for the tiger to leave his pants, or to fuck him again. And he could only wait and hope the tiger came back for either one.
The tiger gave his rump a reassuring pat, responding as if he'd heard Hunter's thoughts. "Don't worry, puppy, I'm still taking you home with me."
With that the feline turned and walked out of the restroom, leaving the wolf to stare at the closed door over his shoulder.