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Hey all! Another quick piece I wanted to get out, though this time I didn't have it saved up...just had a writing mood and couldn't let it go to waste and so this is what came out! Hope it's enjoyable!

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Things could not have been terribly worse or better for Ian on the hot, sweating Sunday night in the movie theater. The beefy wolf dragged himself down the hallway of the theather, thinking he might have even heard the popcorn popping despite the machine not being on; it was certainly hot enough for that to happen. The sweltering heat wasn't made better by so many factors, like the custodian uniform complete with a vest and tie, the AC having been turned off for the night, or the fact that his bulky figure captured every last bit of heat and held it tight. He huffed and loosened the tie, not caring for company standards anymore, he was the fucking manager, he could be lax every so often he told himself as he checked on the final theater room.

Score. A perfect fucking score.

One of his fellow workers was still in the room, sweeping up some popcorn off the floor down in front of the screen. It just so happened to be the tall, hefty male that had caught his eye nearly two months back, or well, at least his ass had caught his eye. The poor Kodiak, having to do work because daddy wasn't going to pay for his fun anymore--which was a real fucking shame seeing as how everyone knew the family was loaded. Like, major fucking loaded.

He'd made it his job to make the poor bear's life a living hell naturally--the little prick being so self-entitled that it was like the world should've held his fucking shit on a silver platter for everyone to awe. Or at least, that had been his plan and his first idea about Chester Rosenblum, fuck, even his last name sounded rich. Well, at least to Ian's ears it did. His plans and ideas crashed down though after making the bear slave at his job for a month, and the fucker didn't complain once. Hell, the bear had even dropped by his office to ask if he was cut out because the job seemed so hard--he didn't even realize he was being made to work harder than any other fur in the theater.

Ian had to admit, that had helped him go a bit more lax on the bear--then again, so did the fact that their working uniforms looked so perfectly amazing on him, he was a natural cock tease. The bear was 18 years old, seven years younger than himself, and a little bit chubby, but in that perfect ursine way and Ian knew that was just a bear trait, and that Chester even worked out sometimes--not as much as he did though. To put it simply, the bear had one of the most fuckable asses he'd seen in, well, ever; perfectly proportioned with the rest of his broad back, thick thighs, and large frame in general. The fabric of their uniforms didn't leave much to the imagination, and for some that could've been a shame, but for the bear it was so perfect.

Ian fought away his lusty growl as he watched the bear, being a natural at it by now for all the times he'd ogled and stared at that amazing piece of tail as the bear ran around the theater, trying his hardest to be a perfect worker for his minimum wage. He didn't know if the bear realized how much he was a show-off just by showing up, but he knew he was impressed everytime he saw the bear. Chester was a distraction, whether he was at the concessions stand, the register, or even cleaning up the last aisle in the theater.

"Hey there Ian!" The chipper voice belonging to the bear found his ears--his voice edging between his teenage years and delving into the traditional bass rumbles of a bear.

Ian stared at the bear for a few moments before smirking slightly and tapping on his board that marked all the chores to do, "Hello there Cheste--I mean, Chet,"

"You remembered," Chet replied, happy the wolf was finally referring to him by his nickname, Chester always sounded so strange to him.

"Have you finished sweeping all the other theater rooms?"

"Yes sir," Chet replied quickly, so eager sounding to please. The bear was always that way, and Ian remembered each time he spoke with him why it was so impossible to not like him. He'd wanted to hate Chet--make the cub's life a fucking living hell, but he couldn't. It wasn't his looks, no it certainly wasn't that, he'd fantasized just as much about wrecking the bear's ass while telling him he was such a preppy entitled rich cub as he had while not demeaning the bear. No, the bear had a honey-sweet personality, he wasn't entitled at all, hell, he said he was glad his dad made him get a job, the fucker--who said that? The bear didn't even realize that he'd been hated when he came in--though now he was nearly loved by all. Damn it, if he didn't try to sometimes still see the bear as that fucking entitled punk, but it was too damn difficult.

"Good job, I'm glad to see you working so hard," Ian told the bear with a boss-esque smile, his eyes eating in the sight, and remembering how Lisa had been closing up--the door locked behind her as she moved to her car. Lisa. Ben. Jack. Jake. Himself. And fucking fuckable Chester. That was everyone in the theater, and he only counted himself and the bear left now.

"Thank you sir..."

"Sure is hot, isn't it?" Ian asked, moving his paw to his tie and undoing it entirely before the first few buttons on his vest and shirt, revealing some of his fur--noting the bear's eyes stick on his chest. A straight fur didn't look at a man's chest that way. He'd make a move he decided, but first, the bear would know--everything. He'd explain why he was such an asshole to the bear--how he'd expected him to be that. Yes, he'd be the bigger man about it all, or at least he told himself such, even if he knew that wasn't the case.

"Y--Yes sir, real--r-really hot," Chet replied and Ian watched as he ripped his eyes back up to his own. "I wonder if it'll be cooler tomorrow. I hear th--"

"Enough," Ian interrupted, and Chet stopped perfectly. His eyes showed a bit of surprise and the bear fumbled with his broom, seeming ready to apologize for any error he'd made. Ian dropped his board and walked forward towards the bear, "You know something Chet?"

"W--what Sir?"

"I've tried. That first fucking month I was out to make your life hell--you, Chester Rosenblum," Ian said, really emphasizing the name as if it was something special, "The fucking entitled rich punk who thinks he'd get it all his way just because daddy is rich. You were going to be fun to fuck with on a daily basis, make you work for one day in your fucking life,"

Chet's ears were flicking on his head, but this time his eyes didn't betray anything--not yet. Ian was sure they could've gone either way, the bear could've broken down crying or exploded in a rage at him. He didn't care, he was going to explain everything.

"But you just wouldn't fucking be that cub, you know that? I expected you...hell, a part of me wanted you to be that person. I made you clean up the bathrooms everyday, had you collect all the trash--I even cut a hole in a bag one day just so the gunk would spill on you--I was ready and willing and fucking trying to make your life hell,"

"S--Sir--"

"Shut up, I'm talking for now," Ian growled, as he walked up to the bear, just a foot of distance between them now. He could make out the bear's shirt was damp with sweat in the heat, and that added to his own discourse, "I hated you. And you know what you did? What you fucking did?"

"..."

"Well? I asked a question,"

"I...I don't know Sir," Chet replied, looking away from the wolf, feeling abashed. He'd thought the wolf was rather difficult on him, but he'd not known how to complain. How was he supposed to stand up to his boss? If he had done that the wolf would've been right, he'd have been acting like a self-entitled punk, and if there was anything he wasn't, it was that. Or at least he tried.

"You worked harder than all the fuckers I've hired. You didn't give me a single complaint, you even had the gall to come into my office and ask if you were cut out for it...didn't realize how naïve you were till then," Ian said and shook his head, "And you're such a great guy,"

Chet was taken aback at that. His eyes widened and he cocked his head, "What?"

"I'm sorry for what I did that first month," Ian began his apology now, feeling the anger dissipate finally towards the bear, letting go of that idea. "I was an idiot to be that mean and rude to you......and the only reason I kept you around that long was because of how fucking hot you are," he admitted, getting to the point that really mattered now.

If the bear had been surprised at his apology, then that revelation really hit the bear. Or at least, it would've, if Chet hadn't misinterpreted it so quickly, "It's not that hot in here Sir, I--"

"No. Chet, you are hot," Ian told the bear sternly, stepping forward so that their chests touched, "God, I day dreamt of calling you in my office everyday, telling you I was going to fire you...you'd beg for me not to, say you'd do anything, and you meant fucking anything. I'd fuck you across my desk till you were so hoarse you couldn't speak, then I'd fire you and send you off. At least, that was what I used to dream of...still sounds kinda hot to be honest. But I feel guilty for all of that...but your still a hot piece of ass...a hot guy in general, and I'd hate to fuck your ass then fire you...be a shame to lose you as an employee, especially if I never got to see you again now that I like your company--I'll admit it Chet, I like having you around now, you're a fucking great guy,"

Ian smirked at the bear, noting the blush that was in his cheeks and knowing that, if the bear was straight or anything close to it, that would've put him off right there, but no, all he did was continue to stand there. That made Ian's cock pulse in his pants, and he gripped onto the bear before jerking him forward and grinding his hips into him.

"So I've gotta deal for you," the manager wolf began, "You have five seconds to fuck off or to tell me we're gonna fuck...if you say no, then I wont' fire you. I'll back off, you can tell H.R if you want or whatever, or we can fuck...but after your decision that is it...five seconds start now,"

Chet tensed against the wolf and looked incredulously at him, the wolf's breath running through his fur as he stared down at him, a smirk in his eye. Ian knew the bear could feel his arousal, hell, in this humid heat the bear could probably taste it on the air.

"Oh fuck..." Chet mumbled, looking around the theater quickly, for what Ian wasn't quite sure, but the bear was starting to pant.

"Which fuck? What are we doing?" Ian growled, pushing the issue, even if about six seconds had passed now. He tapped his foot once, twice, three times. "Come-on Chet, I do--Mmmmph!"

Ian let out a surprised grunt as the bear lunged forward and smashed their lips together, even more surprised when the large ursine tongue was jammed into his muzzle and began to fight with it there. Strong arms wrapped around him and pulled greedily on him while he let his own paws fall to those perfect mounds of flesh after a startled moment. He was still surprised even after Chet pulled back from the sloppy kiss.

"Fuck," Chet said happily, "I mean...don't fuck off! Please," he said, pulling the wolf so that escape wasn't really even an option anyway. He smiled so brightly and couldn't help a small laugh, "The only reason I didn't quit was because of you...first cause, well, you're pretty fucking hot yourself...but mostly cause I wasn't going to give you that satisfaction,"

Ian smirked at the bear and groped his ass, "You're going to give me satisfaction one way or another. You like big doggies?"

"Yeah...wolves...," the bear moaned.

Ian chuckled deeply as he ground his hips against the bear's, feeling Chet's own arousal beginning to poke against him. "Wolves? Heh...well, you're fucking lucky, cause I just so happen to be one," he announced the self obvious fact with a grin, "And I've got it bad for a bear like yourself...glad to see one's on the market,"

Chet shivered under his touches and words, and he smirked at the wolf, "In this town? I'm just glad there's anything on the market....and especially fucking score like you are,"

"Heh...sounds like you never met another gay dude in town," Ian said with a smirk. It wasn't the biggest town, but they sure as hell weren't in the South either.

"You're the first,"

That made Ian stop. He stared at Chet for a moment before laughing a little, "You just don't know where to look...luckily, my gay-dar pointed you right out," he said, but also realized unless the bear was lying--which Chet was so fucking pathetic at he knew he wasn't--that meant the bear's ass was untapped. He groped it roughly and smirked, "Want me to take care of this untapped ass for you?"

It had been far too long for Ian himself, he was more than ready to drill away at a willing hole--college had been far too long ago and he reminded himself he'd not been laid since sometime junior year. It was time to collect on his debt, and the offer was being made right in front of him.

"Yes Sir,"

"Careful...I may like you calling me Sir," Ian growled at the bear, nipping his ear.

"Yes Sir," Chet replied again, this time an obvious submissive tone to it, that made Ian's cock throb hard in his pants.

Ian chuckled roughly at the bear's words, and gave the bear a small treat. He dipped his paw down and coped a nice feel of the bear's package, his pants even more strained than usual cause of his arousal now. He gave the newly discovered mound a nice squeeze that got a happy moan from the younger bear. "Packing some nice heat yourself...bet you could fuck me hoarse too...damn fine package,"

"Th--thank you," Chet grunted.

"I've got a thing for guys like you...you could be such a hot fucking top, you know that? You could have guys bouncing against your cock, attacking it like water in a desert, but you want to get your own ass plowed, don't you?" Ian asked with a low growl, enjoying the way the bear responded to each dirty talk. He bit Chet's ear again before moving down and nipping at his neck, making sure he realized who as in charge.

He pulled back after a moment with his same grin, "Now," he began and sat down in the chair while he undid all the buttons on his shirt, revealing his fur for the bear, "I've got a front row seat to watching you strip for me, don't it?"

Chet blushed at that and cocked his head, "I...Uhh...do--"

"It's not hard...just nice and slow...do whatever you think I'll like," Ian explained before letting a deep growl fill his chest, "Besides...you really don't wanna upset me, do you Cub?"

Chet shook his head no before walking back a little, so the wolf could see everything and beginning his toil. He started out completely unsexy--kneeling down to take off his shoes, but after that the show got much much better. Ian licked his chops--loudly for Chet to hear--as the bear began on his shirt. He groped his package for the bear, rubbing himself and eating in the sight as more of that thick chest began to meet his eyes.

The bear peeled off his shirt and looked so cute and bashful and sexy standing there unsurely for a few moments. "Fucking hot stuff Chet," Ian growled, glad to boost the bear's self-esteem, especially when he deserved it so much. He couldn't help a deep rumble as the bear slowly undid his belt, leaving it undone and he hooked his paws into his pants and gave a small smirk of his own. Ian nodded and licked his lips again, a bit surprised when Chet moved forward. The bear placed his paws on the sides of the theater seat before leaning in and pressing their lips together.

Ian kissed the bear back roughly, bringing his paws off his own junk to grab and touch the bear's chest and arms and everywhere he wanted, though this time he stayed away from the bulging front of the pants. When Chet pulled back the bear had a devious smirk, "Damn, keep up like that and you might just get a promotion,"

"Don't want a promotion Sir," Chet replied back, undoing the first button and slowly lowering his zipper. After a moment his pants fell of their own accord, and the wolf in front of him let out a whistle.

"Fucking yes..." Ian rumbled, breathing bit more roughly as his arousal continued to increase, even if his cock was hard as marble already. "You fill those out perfect Cub," he admitted, never having really had a kink for briefs until the bear's pants dropped, but damn it if he didn't develop one right then. The big frame worked for the bear, just as it always had. As an added bonus, the lack of AC and sweltering heat had made the bear's underwear damp, sticking to his body--he could even make out the red hint of the bear's cock trapped inside. He quickly stood up and pulled Chet closer, devouring the younger bear's maw in a kiss.

The taste of the bear was nice and musky, and he made sure to fill the bear's muzzle with his tongue--the damned guy even started to suckle on it after a minute. He didn't stop after he broke the kiss, his paws roughly exploring every little bit of the bear's body. From time to time he'd give Chet a nice squeeze on his rump, though more times than not his paws were too busy somewhere else. A rough bite on the neck made the bear gasp, but he couldn't stay there for long, moving down further at his chest and lapping at the sweaty fur, other times just biting the skin beneath.

Before he realized it, Ian found himself on his knees in front of the bear, kissing at his navel and rolling the large furred, but clothed, orbs in a paw. Looking up, he smiled at Chet, "Don't get used to me in this position...well...I mean...damn, you just might I guess," he had to admit after a few moments, knowing it was one he could be happy enough in. Chet smelt so damned good, having spent far too long in the heat of the building, sweating his ass off in the tight fitting pants. He gave the bear's navel another kiss before he twisted the bear's hips, getting Chet to turn around. They moved around a bit, him urging the bear closer to the seat, and moving himself behind the bear.

He peeled the bear's underwear away, giving the bear a happy whiff--that nice, musky smell so much better now that everything was out in the open. He pulled until Chet got the message and he had the bear's briefs in his paw, and he was tempted to shove his nose into them, but with the source so close it felt wrong to give any more attention to them, and he threw them off to the side with the rest of the bear's clothes. Ian returned his attention to Chet quickly, leaning in and nudging his muzzle against the bear's furry orbs, then beginning to lap at them, and then opening his muzzle and taking them in.

"Ohhh," Chet moaned, his paws gripping the sides of the theater chair as he tried to keep still, but failed to stop the shivers of pleasure.

Ian murred happily at the sweaty taste of the bear's balls. It wasn't something he was entirely great at, or well, was better to say he didn't know entirely how to make it nice but in this endeavor he was greedy. He spent a few moments slurping and sucking on the bear's orbs, increasing the pleasure when he let a paw slip between Chet's legs and grab his cock. The length was moist with sweat and pre, perfect to already start pawing off, but that was out of the question he knew--Chet was going to get it proper.

"Please tell me I'm not the first to tell you what a fine ass you've got," Ian growled, that perfect sight taking up the entirety of his vision. He rubbed his paws all over the mounds of flesh, squeezing them, spreading them, kneading them, and just about everything a paw could do.

"I--ugh! I've had people compliment my looks,"

"Heh...well, the package itself is damn fine, but..." Ian began before just letting out a whistle and patting the bear's rump, "This is something of a masterpiece!" he explained, prying the cheeks apart to expose the hairy crack, sweaty and matted. The bud of muscle winked at him, and he let out a lusty growl at the sight.

"P--Please Sir," Chet said, his breath catching as he felt the hot air from the wolf's mouth tickle over his bare flesh.

"You don't have to ask me, or say please....but I damn well enjoy it," Ian told the bear, enjoying the scent and getting nice and comfortable with it. His nose was nice and moist with the bear's musk, and he gave a few snuffles each time he got closer, teasing the bear expertly before he couldn't help himself any longer. His own cock was rock hard, and he moved a paw down to release it from its prison, but he knew it would wait for some moments more. This was something to be enjoyed.

Ian swiped over the furry crevice, getting the first taste of the sweat and musk the bear had to offer--even if he could've nearly tasted it in the air. It was just as great as he'd imagined, and he dove in for another swipe, rearranging the furs there into a new order with each movement of his tongue. It didn't take him long before he was rumbling and huffing contently against the bear's ass, with Chet moaning heavily and pressing back against him; the bear was a damned natural for ass play it seemed. He made sure to make the introduction proper, giving the bear plenty of interesting sensations and tricks, even if he wasn't directly focusing on the bud of muscle yet--when that happened he'd make sure the bear was puddy.

"Fuck!" Chet cursed, his claws nearly poking through the fabric of the chair he was holding onto for what seemed to be dear life.

"Mmmm," Ian moaned up to the bear, smirking as he gave Chet's pucker a kiss that made the bear curse yet again, "You taste damn fine Chet," he told the bear, leaning back in to ravage the bear all over; this time with more direct intentions. He jammed his muzzle under the twitching stub of a tail, giving a nearly playful growl to let Chet know he was about to get serious. He gave the bud of muscle a small lick, then another, and then another until he bore his tongue against the pucker of flesh.

Above him Chet cursed and panted, even throwing in a few begging words--though for the most part it was nearly unintelligible mumblings. He was more than happy to show the big bear the joys of rimming, wondering if he'd ever even considered such before? He was sure the bear would now though, after tonight he might even have the bear asking to stay for late shifts so they'd be all alone. There was so much to gay-sex after all, more than kissing, fucking, and sucking cock--the tongue a tool for any trade.

Ian swiped his tongue across the pucker again, beginning to circle it rapidly, feeling it pulse under his ministrations. He pulled back for a small breath of air, smirking at the wet hairs surrounding the bear's pucker and the way the bear tensed. He gave Chet's ass a friendly squeeze before diving back in. Pressing his tongue against Chet, he got a happy moan and a few grunts, heavy and low--as if the act was bringing out the bass of the bear's voice. That made him smile into his kiss against the pucker, and he increased his enthusiasm for the younger bear, knowing soon enough his drooling member would replace his drooling muzzle under the bear's tail.

He wanted to be in the bear's spit-lubed ass, not just his tongue exploring everything Chet had to offer, but to be giving something to the bear as well. He wanted to have Chet pressing back against him like he was doing now, but with his cock in the bear's ass, watching as his cum dripped down from his rump over his balls.

"Fuck me Sir...please...come on Ian...fuck me,"

And that made up his mind. Ian gave a few more sloppy kisses to the hole, but couldn't deny the bear any longer. It was more than time enough for that Ian garnered, giving the bear one last kiss on his pucker before he pulled back. Standing up with a small groan from being on his knees so long, Ian gave the bear's rump a pat and smirked as Chet looked over his shoulder at him, "Going to be a bit rough of a ride...I'm afraid we don't sell lube at the concessions stand you know,"

Chet managed a small chuckle as well and wriggled his ass back at the wolf, "Figured that's why you did all that beforepaw,"

"Well...kinda for the fun of it too," Ian replied with a smirk, spitting into his paw and stroking over himself. He was already slick from how much he'd been leaking, so he didn't think the bear's first time was going to be too rough--no, perhaps just rough enough. He stepped forward and rubbed himself through the bear's crevice, smiling at how Chet even pushed back against that.

"Here it comes Papa Wolf," Ian growled, testing out the waters--though more used to the idea of 'papa bears' and such, though he knew Chet was far from a papa-anything at the moment. Still, maybe in a bit of time the bear might be the one pushing him against the chairs, kissing his asshole and making him whimper happily--begging to get fucked hard and all night by the bear. Oh yes. Ian could definitely see himself moaning for a papa bear--especially Chet. "Papa Wolf is gonna fuck Papa Bear," he growled, wanting to plant that idea in Chet's head.

He had to admire the bear--how he braced himself for the rough ride as Ian began to push himself into the hole; which only had the strength to resist for a few moments before his tip slipped past the first defense. He admired even more how Chet moaned at that, even if he was sure there was a bit of pain to the feeling as well. The bear snarled and growled as they pushed together, and soon enough his hips were flush against the bear's. He leaned forward and gave Chet a small kiss on the cheek, "Good bear...damn proud of you," he said, giving a nudge of his hips that made Chet grunt in pleasure.

Chet didn't give a direct reply, but when he wiggled his hips, and even dared to rise and fall off the shaft a little, the wolf got the message clearly. He let his head hang low as the ride began, still adjusting mostly to the feeling of a big male's cock inside of him--even if he'd fantasized of it for years upon years.

Ian smirked at the bear before he pulled back and gave a curt thrust into him, getting a gasp from Chet as he did, "You OK?"

"F--Fuck," Chet growled, trying his best to ignore the pain, which wasn't quite so difficult because under that he could feel something rising. He pulled himself off the wolf a little before pushing back down, and feeling that sensation grow even more, while the pain began to ebb away entirely, "Fuck...ohh...ohh, fuck me," he moaned eventually as his hips found a natural rhythm against the wolf's cock.

"You're doing all the work Big-guy," Ian told the bear with a lusty growl, watching as his cock was enveloped each time by the bear. He had to contain himself, and he did such for a few moments more before he began to help Chet out--hearing a happy moan as he did. He leaned down over the bear, wrapping his arms around Chet before he began to roll his hips.

"Ohhh....ohhh please Ian...Papa Wolf," Chet moaned at the new sensations beginning to invade his body, his own hips faltering--perhaps with inexperience. But the wolf took care of him, and he tried to press back each time. The wolf's paws played over his chest and stomach, groping him and making him moan even louder as time began to pass, it seemed to him that hours had passed, though maybe it'd been minutes.

Ian worked his hips up to a flurry of movement as he fucked the bear, moving at the fast and hard pace that made his balls slap against the bear's. He filled the air with grunts and groans and moans--both of them sweating in the hot air of the building. The entire room probably smelt of sex, but that didn't matter, all that mattered was one another, the fact that the bear was so willingly pressing back against him, that Chet hadn't lost any of his hardness the entire time, that he was working out his sexual aggression that the bear was responsible for for the past two months.

The bear's ass was everything he'd imagined and then more; perfectly firm and yet springy enough to be comfortable for when he slammed into it, the tight tunnel clenching around his shaft with every thrust. He guided Chet--showed him the ropes in some ways, or well, showed him what the wonderful world of gay-butt-pounding sex was like; which the bear was taking to like a natural. He kept their pace, sometimes speeding up, and other times grinding himself against the bear roughly--making his employee make a sound that was as close as he figured he'd elicit to a whine. He wondered if the bear was leaving any marks on the chair for a moment, either from his leaking member, or his claws digging into the fabric, but he pushed the thoughts away; this was more important.

"Fuck! Yeah...ohhh....that's so good," Chet moaned, trying to buck his hips back to meet every thrust into his tunnel--he should've invested in a dildo years back he realized. The fur behind him was better any anything he could've managed though, his worked out body using everything for their mutual pleasure. He moaned again and pressed back into the wolf, wanting to feel all of the canine over him--even as the wolf worked up to a jackhammer pace.

Chet's cock bounced up and down from the force of the impacts, but he didn't care at all, instead focusing on the pleasure that he got from the cock in his ass--like it was triggered to his own cock it seemed. He was beginning to tremble under the wolf, already sweating heavily, which Ian would lap away at his neck before murring some dirty words to him--which worked to make his hips bounce back against the wolf's just like they belonged.

"Ahhh...ohhh...oh Ian...I'm close,"

"Fucking paws free," Ian growled, a bit envious of the bear that he might get off without even touching himself, but also silently congratulating himself on such a stellar fuck. He sped up what he was doing, feeling his own orgasm growing ever closer. He let his knot pound against the hole, but knew he wouldn't tie--that would be too much for the young bear--that sorta thing had to be worked up to. "Cum for me...shoot that load," he growled in Chet's ear, feeling his own cock pulse.

Chet moaned loudly and threw his head back, unable to move anymore--caught in whatever was happening to him. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and then he felt himself shooting his load, so hard he heard it land on the seat. His tunnel clenched rhythmically, his body was working to get all of his cum out of his body, and now there was no stopping any of the other associated effects. The cock plowing into his tunnel surely felt it become even tighter, sucking on him, making it feel raw and heated from the sheer friction put upon him by that dream ass he had taken so roughly and unannounced.

"Fuck! Fuck you!"

Ian let out an almost reserved grunt of satisfaction when his own balls exploded with heat and his pumping hips slammed down one more time, before he began to simply grind himself against the bruised rump, keeping himself in subtle motion while his body did the rest and shot a glob after glob of cum into the bear's willing rectum. He threw his head back and howled into the empty room, reminding himself there was no one around to hear--no one save the bear whose ass he'd bred. His earlier prediction came true after only a few moments, when the continuing churning movements began to force some of the creamy, runny stuff out of the bear's not-so-virgin ass and over their balls. The added slickness only served to make their contact more intimate, more meaningful, even if it was just a fuck, to relieve the tension that had been growing between them for a month now, and had to be taken out.

Chet panted under the wolf, sweat dripping through his fur, heaving a little at the novel feeling of a cock pulsing in his ass, and his own cock pulsing and satisfied without having been touched. He continued to push his hips rhythmically back against the wolf, sighing contently as he did and enjoying the feeling of Ian nibbling on his neck. The wolf was rather quiet save for all the panting he was doing.

"Thanks Chet...I meant what I said, you're a really great guy,"

Chet smiled at that, though he had to admit he was a bit surprised the wolf had said a kind sentence to him, and one without the word 'fuck' in it. He looked over his shoulder at the wolf and smiled, "Wish you'd have just come to me the first day...saved us both a lot of trouble,"

Ian chuckled gruffly at that before he leaned up and pulled out the bear, "I've gotta finish my rounds, but then I'm off tomorrow," he announced. The bear's ass was still exposed and he could see the wet trail of his cum leaking out, adding a white mixture to the bear's brown fur; it was a perfect sight. Just the sight and look that ass deserved, it looked more than sexy on the bear as well.

Chet just stared at the wolf.

Ian moved over and began to collect his clothes, pulling up his underwear and then pants, "And you've gotta finish sweeping this floor...else Stacy will be on my ass tomorrow," he said, knowing his fellow co-manager was a hard-ass about such things. Chet just continued to stare at him, as if he couldn't believe he was talking about work after what they'd done. He smirked at the bear, "And that's a problem,"

"Ian?"

"It's a problem because I don't want to have to explain what happened. It's my day off tomorrow, and I remember not scheduling you till Tuesday,"

"Oh......y-yeah,"

Ian adjusted his shirt and patted the bear's ass, "You should get dressed, I doubt you can go out much like that, not that I'd mind buying you dinner like that,"

Chet stared at the wolf for a moment more, before opening his muzzle, but the wolf started before he could talk.

"Yeah, I'm taking you out...no it won't be anywhere fancy, it's fucking midnight, all the good places are closed anyway, we may just do take out. Yes, I really expect you to finish sweeping too, or Stacy really will have my ass over the fire...that's a problem because you're coming home with me tonight and you get my ass tomorrow, all day if you want...any objections?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He looked kinda cute like that Ian had to admit, the bear's eyes changing from confusion to surprise to bashful yet happy. He was sure the bear was blushing as well, hell, he couldn't deny he was blushing a bit at what he'd said--not the most appropriate way to treat the bear to dinner, but it'd do.

"OK...uhmm...I'll...be ready in ten minutes,"

Ian nodded and moved forward, bringing Chet into a quick embrace and kissing him on he muzzle--letting the bear taste himself before he pulled back and let out a happy growl, "I'm going to fucking enjoy this so much more than treating you like an entitled asshole! Not treating you like a fucking asshole, just fucking your asshole!"

Chet snuffled and wondered if that was the first words his boyfriend was going to say to him, but he couldn't deny that, at least for Ian, they held a bit of sweetness to them.