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"It sure is a rainy night," thought Stan as he stepped into the small diner. The muscular parrot/eagle/whatever looked around as he folded his umbrella; the diner's movie-like environment gave a rather cozy and welcoming feeling.

He took off his jacket as he sat on the counter, wearing a tight-fitting wifebeater underneath, revealing his thick, feathered arms. A young man behind the counter approached him and Stan wasted no time in asking for a cup of coffee. He had just now gotten out of his job, and with the weather they had he felt like sipping something warm before heading home.

While he waited for his coffee he looked around the rather empty diner. Other than himself there was a couple sitting on a booth behind him, seemingly lost in conversation; next to him, a rather large ball of fuzz covered by a blue shirt with a brown sleeveless vest. He couldn't see his face, but he was most likely some poor bastard who had fell asleep here, or so he thought.

His coffee finally arrived, delivered by the same young man who had taken his order; it seemed like he was alone for the night. Stan looked at the cup of coffee for a while, mesmerized by the senseless dance of the steam, taking in the heat emitted by the cup. He grabbed it, the warmth travelling into his hands and through his whole body, and took a small sip of the black brew, letting its raw, strong flavor stimulate his taste buds.

The person next to him moved stirred slightly in his sleep, perhaps attracted to the smell of the coffee. His face moved enough for Stan to see a light blue-furred wolf, around his same built, an X-shaped scar on his forehead, and a cute and goofy smile plastered on his face as he dreamt of who knew what. It took an instant for him to recognize this wolf.

"Joey?" he said at the wolf, shaking him a bit to see if he would wake up. The wolf mumbled something in his sleep and went back to quietly snoring. In response to this, Stan nonchalantly threw the scalding coffee at his face.

"GAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! GAH!!! GAAAAHHH!!!!!"

"Yo! How you doin', bro?"

"Stan! What the hell!?" Joey yelled at the bird, clutching his face in agony.

"Well I tried my hardest to wake you up, but nothing else worked," Stan nonchalantly answered.

"That's cruel, man..." Joey nagged him, his face buried on a bowl full of ice that the young man behind the counter had nicely put in front of him.

"Yeah, I know," Stan patted his friend's shoulder. "So... I just got off from work. What's your excuse or being here?"

"I can't go home..." Joey answered as he raised his head from the bowl.

"Why?" Stan asked curiously.

"You know my cousin, Caleb, right?"

"Oh! Yeah, I get it now"

With that quick answer, Joey let his head fall on Stan's shoulder, whimpering like a lost kid. Stan put an arm around him to try and comfort him a bit.

"It can't be that bad, right? I mean, what's a bit of cousincest"

"You have no idea, man," Joey suddenly shot up, looking straight into Stan's eyes with a terrified expression. "You have no idea! The things I've seen. The things I've done. The things that have been done to me!"

"Yeah, Raz tells me stories," Joey's eyes went blank. "I also follow Caleb on Twitter," Joey's whole body went blank. "And he has a very graphic Tumblr too," by now Joey was foaming from the mouth. "You ok?" Stan asked. "You can stay at my place for the night if you want"

"Wha- Really!?" Joey jumped joyfully, tail wagging and everything.

"Sure. I mean, it's either that or a rainy night of boredom. Eh?"

When Stan turned around, Joey had already knelt down on the ground and was tenderly holding his hand with tearful eyes. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" he kept crying over and over.

"You're welcome," Stan said, getting up from his seat. "Well, let's go"

"Yessir!" Joey cheerfully added as Stan put on his jacket and grabbed his umbrella. The two left the diner and went back to the downpour outside, heading for the bird's warm apartment.

...

"Hey! That guy didn't pay for his coffee," said the young man behind the counter. "You guys on the booth, it's on you"

"What's that!?" the female of the couple yelled indignantly as her boyfriend tried to calm her down.

"Here we are," Stan said as he entered the apartment with Joey in tow. "Close the door, will ya?"

"Sure," Joey replied while Stan took off his jacket and headed to his room. Afterwards, Joey just stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, waiting for Stan to come back with a blanket or something for him to sleep on the couch.

"Are you coming or what?" Stan yelled from his room, startling the wolf. Joey doubted for a second, but he didn't want to make his friend wait, especially when he had been so nice with him tonight.

He went in, only now realizing this was the first time he ever stepped into Stan's room. It was rather simple: An open closet filled with perfectly arranged clothes, a small drawer over which Stan was currently crouching, and a large bed which size was most likely meant to hold Raz whenever he stayed the night. All of it surrounded by mint colored walls, softly melding with Stan's feathers.

The sound of the rain clashing against a window filled the room; next to the window, a metallic pole extended from the floor to the ceiling, held by-

"Is that a dancing pole?" Joey asked, interrupting the narration...

"Yeah," Stan answered without turning around. "Raz insisted on it and I wasn't gonna say no to free pole-dancing. He can do some freaky stuff, you know?"

Joey looked at the pole warily. Of course, he was no stranger to the idea of occasional sexcapades. And of course, he had kinky guilty pleasures of his own. And yet, the sight of the pole in this environment seemed alien and even somewhat disturbing to him.

"Ah! Here it is!" Stan finally got up, holding a pair of silver handcuffs in his hand, raising them above his head in victory.

"W-What's that for?" Joey asked, started to get nervous for some reason.

"This? To cuff you to the pole, of course"

"Eh?"

"You do know we're gonna have sex, right?"

"..."

A sudden silence fell on the room, drowning even the sounds of the rain. Stan remained calm, sternly looking at Joey, waiting for a reaction. Joey remained quiet for a while, just standing there with an awkward smile as fresh sweat trickled down his face.

"EH!?"

"Wasn't it implied enough?"

"Of course not!!!" Joey yelled, his face red with embarrassment as his tail's fur stood on edge.

Stan raised an eyebrow at his outburst. "I said 'rainy night of boredom'; that basically means I wanted fun, right?"

Joey's expression softened just slightly. "Well... I guess... But still! I just thought you-"

Stan interrupted Joey by shoving him hard on the wall. He punched the wall next to the wolf's head, blocking him completely. Joey carefully opened his eyes and saw Stan's fierce and terrifying gaze looking down on him, his frown somehow deeper than usual. The way his chest heaved with his heavy breathing, straining the tight shirt, caused conflicting feelings between the brain on Joey's head and the one on his pants.

Finally, Stan sighed. He got off the wall, turning his back to Joey as he took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. He tapped the pack to push a cigarette out and grabbed it with his beak. "I'm sorry," he said as he tried to light the cigarette. "You're right, I shouldn't push you so hard," the cigarette lit and Stan took a deep breath. He puffed the nicotine-filled smoke and kept talking, his voice carrying the slightest tinge of shame. "You know what? You take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch. It's the least I can do, right?"

"A-Actually..." Joey stared at his feet flustered. "You know, you're letting me stay here for the night, so... I guess I could repay you... Right?"

Stan smiled. First make them react through threats; assert your dominance through fear. Then, give them a hopeful spot to think things through and they'll always come to the same conclusion. In the end, all subs craved for a ruthless guy; Stan held back an evil laughter as he thought this.

"Well, I'm definitely not gonna say no to that," Stan said. He guided Joey towards the dancing pole, closer to his bed. He put the cigarette in a small ashtray on top of the drawer. "Raise your arms," Joey did as he was ordered and Stan cuffed both of his arms around the pole.

Stan took a moment to look at his face. He saw an innocent face, blushed by the arousal and with the slightest hint of fear. But behind those eyes hid the primal need for release; the kind that was given by flesh. Stan loved faces like that.

He got close to the bound Joey. He grabbed his wide waist, inside the light brown best the wolf was wearing, and slowly made his way up, moving his hands along the muscular frame, resting them atop Joey's prominent chest for a brief second before unbuttoning the light blue shirt underneath. A small tuft of light gray hair came out first, right in-between those round pecs, and Stan couldn't help but play with it a bit.

Stan's hands kept going down, one button at a time, revealing more and more of Joey's gray underbelly, his thumbs gently teasing the defined abs hidden under all that fur. Once he was done with the last one, he shoved his hands in, running his fingers through all that fur, caressing the sheer mass of muscle that was Joey's body.

Joey's breathing was getting heavier as his chest was carefully explored by those experienced hands. Stan playfully tugged at his nipples and he couldn't help but let out the tiniest moan. Mentally, Stan smirked to himself at how easy it was for him to get these reactions from the submissive wolf. He started to move his hands along Joey's arms to take off his shirt and expose his bare torso-

"Mmm?" Stan mumbled when he realized that, cuffed the way he was, it was impossible for Joe to take off his shirt. "Eh..."

"Something wrong?" Joey asked between breaths, too dazed by his own arousal to notice the problem at hand.

"Just a slight miscalculation," Stan replied. "Say, how attached are you to this shirt?"

"Funny story. It has to do with a gypsy cu-"

Whatever Joey was going to say was drowned by the sound of fabric being harshly ripped apart. Stan's solution to the shirt miscalculation had been to simply tear it off the wolf and unceremoniously drop the damaged leftovers on the ground to be forever ignored. Joey, now completely exposed from the waist up, couldn't care less that his shirt had been lost, not in front of such a display of ruthlessness.

Stan kept caressing him, his hands travelling up to his chest, grabbing one of those bulging moulds of muscle in each of them. He squeezed at one of them and Joey couldn't hold his moaning anymore, letting out yells of pleasure as his body was toyed with. Stan gently cupped his other pec, lifting it ever slightly, and gently nuzzled it. For a second, Joey thought how cute Stan looked like that, until he inadvertently started biting hard on the muscle, licking Joey's small nipples under all the fur.

Joey bit his lower lip, holding back a loud moan as Stan's powerful beak started pulling gently, the bird clearly enjoying himself. Whatever pain Joey could've felt was drowned by the delicious sensation in his chest and the sheer thought of being dominated by such magnificent bird. All of that, of course, caused a reaction in his pants.

Such reaction, of course, didn't go unnoticed. Stan looked down and without a second of hesitation started rubbing the large bulge that had formed in Joey's pants. The young wolf gasped at the sudden touch and his breathing kept getting heavier and heavier. Stan didn't waste any time and undid his pants, revealing a pair of white briefs with a rather huge and just slightly wet tent in them.

Stan took a step back, taking off his own shirt to match his captive plaything. He took his cigarette in his mouth and sat on the bed in front of Joey, just looking at him and occasionally letting go smoke from the side of his beak.

Joey couldn't help but admire Stan's massive figure; his large pecs, so perfectly molded and tempting, resting above a set of rock-solid abs, all of it somehow accentuating the sheer strength emitted by his bulging arms. His whole being just exuded power; that added to the green feathers covering him, his handsome features and ruthless expression- all of that took Joey's breath away.

"You're just gonna sit there?" he asked.

Stan didn't answer. It was obvious that Joey was anxious to feel him rubbing up against his body, feathers on fur and all that corny porn talk. But for now, Stan was rather content with just watching him standing there, squirming a little. He raised his foot towards the bulge in Joey's underwear, and started gently rubbing it, getting a surprised whimper from the wolf, followed by small growls of approval. The tent gradually became wetter, and Stan could feel his foot getting sticky.

He pulled back, put off his cigarette and left it on the ashtray. Like the smoke coming from it, Stan got up, closing up the short distance between him and Joey, and grabbed the hem of his underwear. He knelt down, his head leveled with the bulge, and pulled down, pants included, revealing Joey's hard, wet, throbbing erection. Joey started breathing faster, every heaving of his chest accompanied by a slight twitch of his member.

Stan's hands moved behind Joey's legs, slowly going up until he reached his round buttocks. He clutched and pulled them apart, making Joey jerk forward in surprise. The tip of his wet cock touched the tip of Stan's beak, and he answered by licking the excess of pre leaking from the slit, getting a soft gasp from the wolf.

Stan started licking, all the way from the base to the tip, greedily taking every drop of precum that trickled down his tongue's way; all while playing with Joey's hole, teasing the ring of flesh with his thick fingers. He moved down and started licking Joey's furry balls, one by one soaking them on his drool, taking each one whole, all to the sweet sound of Joey's rising moans.

A quick lick to the tip and Stan gulped down half the cock in an instant, while one of his thick fingers invaded Joey's hole and his other hand kept squeezing his buttock so hard he thought it would burst. Joey moaned louder as his body flared up from all the attention he was receiving, feeling gushes of precum coming from his cockhead's slit and into the bird's beak. The salty fluids filled Stan's beak, a few drops even falling down his chin-

Stan stopped. He pulled back from Joey's cock, let go of his butt and took his finger out of his ass. He swallowed, wiped up his chin with his thumb and licked it off while he leaned his back on Joey's leg. For a second, he just sat on the ground, looking at that thumb with a distant expression.

"This is boring," he said. Joey looked down at him, surprised. "It feels good and all, but it's the same all the time. I'll keep sucking, you'll cum in my mouth, I'll eat it all, then I'll spank you for a while before plowing your ass until you're full of burd seed. It's the same all the time..." he sighed and started tickling Joey's balls, making the wolf twitch. "I want something exciting, something to spice things up"

"Wa-What do you s-suggest?" Joey said, struggling between his tickling balls and teased penis.

Stan thought for a while, looking at Joey's hard erection, a single drop of shiny pre hanging dangerously. "You're about to cum, aren't you?" an idea had struck him. Joey nodded weakly; just the word 'cum' made his cock twitch in anticipation. "Let's play a game then," Stan got up, rubbing Joey's pecs again. "Let's see which one of us can make the other cum first. And whoever wins," he leaned on the wolf's ear, gently whispering, "gets to punish the loser"

Joey looked at Stan wide-eyed. The very idea made him shiver in excitement and his mind was in a rush as he thought of all the possible results of such a challenge. He would never admit it out loud, but Joey would be immensely please whether he won or lost.

"How's that?" Stan asked.

"Yes! Definitely yes!"

"Very well," Stan said as he unbuttoned his pants. In less than a second, they, along with his underwear, had fallen on the ground, kicked aside as a massive bird dick was released, a single drop of pre running down its length.

"Is that a-?"

"Yeah," Stan answered before the question could leave Joey's lips, stroking the shining metal ring straining his cock at the base. "I'm planning on giving you a lot of competition," he said as he grabbed a small key from the nearby drawer. "So you gotta try hard"

He got up close to Joey, raising his arms to unlock the handcuffs. Their bodies were touching; their massive pecs, impressive on their own, rubbing against each other, with their nipples, hidden underneath fur and feathers, grazed from time to time. Their hard members were grinding against each other, soaking in their shared fluids. Joey bit his lower lip, holding back the urges to press the rest of his body against Stan's.

"You ok?" Joey opened his eyes (When did he close them?) to see Stan's faces less than an inch apart from his. He blushed, surprised, as Stan gazed at him. He could feel the bird's warm breath over his face, inviting him, and made to lean forward.

'Click'

The sound got Joey out of his trance and his arms fell to his sides. Stan took the handcuffs and put them into the drawer again while Joey clenched his teeth to fight back a sudden burst in his raging boner, trying to keep it at bay.

All the while Stan kept rummaging his drawer, looking for something else to tease poor Joey after that little close-up rubbing. Stan sneered a bit at how easy it was to get the wolf going.

"Ah! Here it is!" Stan repeated.

"What now?"

Stan answered Joey's question by grabbing his neck between his hands. For a second, Joey freaked out, but a slight clicking sound behind his neck picked on his curiosity. Slowly, Stan's hands let go of his neck, revealing a red collar with a leather leash attached to it. Of course, the leash was in Stan's hand.

"Now..." Stan pulled the leash and Joey along with it, whose hand ended up over the bird's restrained erection. "Turn around"

Joey did as he was told, leaning on the pole and lifting his tail a little. Stan got closer to him, one hand rubbing his abs from behind while the other did the same with his butt. Joey started breathing just a bit heavier as a tingling feeling covered his body; a bit of butt rubbing, while not enough to make him cum, was enough to turn him on, and Stan's hands were big and gentle enough to get the work done. Then, a stinging pain shot from his butt.

Stan raised his hand and with surprising speed spanked the wolf's cheek a second time. Joey gasped and his cock twitched a little; he clenched his teeth to push back any substance that intended to come out. Stan spanked him a third time, fourth time, fifth time. The sound of flesh being slapped resounded in the room, joined by Joey's loud moaning. Each time he felt the feathery hand hitting his rear his crotch flared up, begging for the release he kept denying himself.

Stan leaned forward and gently licked the edge of Joey's ear, the slick feeling sending shivers down the wolf's entire body. He then bit on Joey's ear and pulled hard, making the wolf howl in pain. Stan's free hand wandered towards his chest and grabbed one of those round and meaty pecs, squeezing it for all its worth, while his other hand kept smacking his rear over and over again, already starting to turn pink due to so much punishment.

Joey was attacked from all angles. Constant jolts of adrenaline being shot madly made him shake in excitement as his brain slowly drained every thought that wasn't related to the hands treating his body. More and more pre kept gushing down from his tip, coating his member in anticipation for the climax that Joey painfully stalled.

Stan smacked him one last time, admiring Joey's now bright red buttocks. His own cock was twitching due to the built-up pressure, increased to almost unbearable levels by the ring around it, but Stan found it enjoyable. He took a moment to listen to Joey's pants, his own breathing becoming heavier as well, and took a whiff at the wolf's neck, taking in his aroused musk mixed with the sweat from holding back his release.

His feathered hand, now resting on that reddened bubble of flesh pulled it apart from its twin, revealing a tight and eager hole between them. Stan slightly thrust forward and with the tip of his hardened meat gently prodded on it. Joey's eyes shot open at the invasion, but a sudden pull from the leash around his neck immediately caught his attention. Another of Stan's large hand cupped the underside of his snout, holding it high while the bird kept taking in his scent.

Instead of simply fucking Joey and being done with it, Stan decided to take his time and properly tease the wolf. He started thrusting his dick between Joey's buns, rubbing his entire length on the hole; meanwhile, his free hand made its way down Joey's abs, to the confines of his loins, and squeezed on his fuzzy balls with fierce strength.

Instead of expressing his pleasure, Joey clenched his teeth, desperately holding back the two or three shots being milked out of him, while his hungry ass was played with. And yet, Stan could still hear the low growls trapped on his throat.

"Oh? You've been giving quite a fight, huh?" Stan whispered from beneath Joey's neck fur. Joey's only answer was to keep moaning under his breath. "Guess it's time for the heavy weapons then"

And with that being said, Stan let himself fall on the bed, the leash pulling Joey with him. For a second, Joey's body floated above Stan's, who was laying down on the bed, cleanly lining up to it. And then-

"AGH!"

-the two of them let out the same sound as Stan's cock forced its way inside Joey's ass, all the way to the base.

Joey's whole body tensed as the pressure from the sudden intrusion focused on his crotch, asking for an end to all. But Joey refused to lose and stubbornly held his climax for the millionth time that night.

Stan grunted at that stubbornness. With some effort, he turned both of them around so that he would be on top. He took out his cock, leaving only the head inside, and shoved it all the way in again, getting a surprised gasp from the wolf. Not caring for any warming or preparations, Stan rammed his length inside Joey at an already impressive speed. The tightness around him as well as the straining at his base only served to incite him to plow Joey's needy ass.

Joey on the other hand had to bite down his own arm to keep himself from screaming out all the godlike sensations he was receiving; a single sound would be giving ground to the seed that slowly crept up his hard member. But Stan caught up on this and pulled his leash again, raising his head away from his improvised muzzle. With no other choice, Joey let out yells, moans, pants and everything in between as his ass was pounded by Stan's mighty girth. The pleasure he felt started clouding his thoughts, and soon he couldn't remember why he was holding back on these sensations. He couldn't do it anymore.

Two loud screams resounded inside the room as their loads shot together; Stan's filling Joey's insides with warm and sticky bird seed that was all hungrily milked from him by the wolf's tailhole muscles, while Joey's own finally came out from his cock like torpedoes, quickly forming a sizeable puddle of sticky, white cum on the bed's sheets.

Joey held himself with his arms, panting like never before in his life. He could hear Stan behind him, pent up just as much as he was, his cock still inside his ass.

"Seems like it's a tie, huh?" he managed to ask between breaths. Stan, however, was not pleased.

"You came half a second before I did," Joey slowly turned his head around at Stan's words. "You must be punished"

"Eh...?" Joey blushed, smiled and even drooled at the same time.

A beam of morning sunlight struck on Joey's face, forcing him to open his eyes. The sound of a TV inside the room reached his ears. It was a news broadcast.

"In other news, last night, what started as an argument over an unpaid cup of coffee escalated into a massive gang war, of which some members were related to a series of museum thefts which have allowed the CIA to link an ongoing investigation on terrorist attacks to a local satanic cult, which used a worldwide charity organization as a front for human trafficking. This, and more, at 11"

Joey stirred up, the sleep slowly creeping out of his system. He looked up to Stan, who was sitting up on the bed, and remembered he had cuddled up to him and used him as a pillow during the night. He wondered how long it would take for the bird to notice he was awake.

"I see you're awake already," Stan said without taking his eyes off the TV.

"Yeah," Joey answered. He sat on the bed next to the bird. "Last night was pretty great"

"It was, right?"

"And thanks for letting me stay the night"

"No problem. Want breakfast?"

"Oh! Sure, why not"

Stan made to get up from the bed, but stopped for a second. He turned around and gave Joey a tender kiss on the cheek. "I had fun last night," he said blushing, and quickly got up and made his way out of the room.

Joey stared at the door for a moment, somewhat confused. But nonetheless he smiled, holding his cheek.

"Stop holding your cheek," Stan said from the kitchen. "That's gay"

And Joey dropped his hand.