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Predator and Prey

by H. A. Kirsch

Story commission for Swampwulf

Story, Hawk, and Tomasz Copyright 2014

Beau Varmint is property of Swampwulf

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Beau walked up to the street corner and looked down at his phone, then up at the building. A signboard advertised "High-style Loft Living", but the building just looked like an old factory or small warehouse. The address was written in big, expensive metal letters: "682 Crawford". It matched the phone screen.

"Do not come up; I will wait outside for you," the text message read.

The young buck looked around for who he was supposed to be meeting. In his lustful haste to answer the adult online modeling advertisement, he'd researched the photographer but only at his website. It conspicuously did not have any photographs of him. So, who looks like a photographer? There wasn't a lot of foot traffic, but no one was standing around.

"You must be deer," someone said from behind him, and Beau almost jumped out of his hooves. He turned around to a tall cougar wearing all black leather, with an expression on his face as if he had just walked up to the most disgusting pile of excrement imaginable.

"Mister, I don't think you're going to make any friends scarin' people like that," the buck said, trying to swallow his heart back down.

The cougar eased up on the face so he could talk. "Ehh, not making friends, taking photographs. You are Beau Varmint? I am Tomasz Dusicielski." The cougar was carrying two heavy fabric cases and a leather camera case on a strap around his shoulder. After speaking, he set one down, and Beau put his hand out to shake. Tomasz looked down and recoiled slightly.

"Uh, yep, sure am," Beau said. "I guess it's a good idea to meet someone like this somewhere public, huh?"

"No, we are going outside to take pictures," Tomasz corrected, in sniveling slavic bad English. "Wolf is here soon."

Beau took his turn to recoil a little. "Did you jus' say 'wolf'? There's gonna be another guy?" He may have recoiled, but his cock started to firm up in his khaki shorts.

"Very cute deer. Small horns," Tomasz said, and put up two tawny fingers at either side of his head, mimicking Beau's short tines. "Is like... the movie, Bambi."

The buck laughed. "I don't think I'm a fawn, mister," Beau said, and was then interrupted by snarling black Mustang that pulled up next to the street. The owner let it sit there and rumble like a mating tiger.

A black wolf was driving the car. "Hey, mouse breath, stop playing with your venison jerky and hurry up before someone dings my fucking car!" Despite the Brooklyn cab driver accent and equally forceful delivery, he was dressed to the nines in just as much leather as the cougar. The wolf's was essentially a business suit, although he wore no shirt, allowing his chest ruff to puff out between the lapels. The cougar wore a black leather pea coat, riding breeches, and swashbuckler-style boots that came up to his thigh with a slightly flared cuff, but a cowboy slanted heel and toe.

"Do not call me that!" Tomasz literally hissed. "Jeste? brudny wilk, który sypia z w?asn? matk?!"

The wolf huffed. "You think I don't know you're insulting me in Polish? You probably said I fuck my mother or something." He reached over and poked a button; the trunk came up with a clack.

"You, put into car," the cougar pointed at his bags, then swung his finger from Beau over to the black pony car.

"What'd you say to him?" Beau said, quietly, before obeying and picking up the luggage. It was alarmingly heavy, like it was full of metal. It also clanked like it was full of metal. "Geez, what is this stuff?"

"Is lights and tripod. I say he is a dirty wolf who fucks his mother."

"See? I'm no idiot. Hey, so you're this deer boy he found, huh?" The wolf said, as he turned around to talk out the driver's window towards the back. Then he swiveled back the other way. "Tomcat, get in the back. I want bucky boy up front with me." The wolf slapped at the seat.

Tomasz climbed in past the passenger seat and sulked into his leather coat. "Chcesz, ?eby gra? z kijem."

Beau shut the trunk and climbed in shotgun. The wolf fondled the stick shift, then pulled out into traffic. "What exactly are we gonna do? I ain't posed for porn yet, jus' some modelin'. College friend started up a sexy underwear company for men, you know those nice snug an' stretchy ones," he gestured in space in front of him. "An' I'm kinda big down there. But I might be a lil' shy."

The wolf showed all his teeth. "Next you're gonna tell me my dick's too big and it'll never fit in there. You really know how to make an asshole wolf get hard. What we're gonna do is go to my house so we can change clothes, then go out into the woods and fuck. Is that right, Mr. Mapplethorpe?"

Tomasz responded by chirping.

"Fucking cougars. I'll take that as a yes. So, you got a crummy change of clothes in that backpack, like jeans and a shirt you don't care about? Did Tomasz here tell you to do that?" He turned his voice into a through-teeth growl and looked back at the disgruntled feline while at a stoplight.

The cougar responded with a rowrl of a grunt.

The wolf rolled his eyes. "Anyway, that's the plan, I guess. I'm involved because I have a giant fucking wardrobe and live next to a woods."

"Also, you are wolf," Tomasz added.

"And you, are you gonna tromp around in that fancy shit?"

Beau kept looking between the front and back seats as the two conversed. It was more like an odd couple yelling at each other than friendly banter. He sat quietly, backpack at his hooves, in a v-neck shirt and khaki shorts. The only thing even remotely outre on him was the black leather rawhide choker with its demure little rainbow beads in front.

"I have other boots," the cat said, then crossed his arms and sulked.

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The wolf lived in a neighborhood fancier than Beau had ever really seen. The pavement ended early on and the dirt road made him expect something rural and simple, but the houses grew fancier and fancier. Some of them were practically castles, complete with gaudy turrets and ornate gates which the wolf scoffed at. Others weren't even visible, set so far back behind a twisting driveway and privacy trees.

His house was almost the end of the road. At the actual end, there was a "NO OUTLET" and "PRIVATE ROAD - NO TRESPASSING" gate where the groomed dirt became a two-track. They turned off onto a driveway, which was paved after a few feet with slick, fresh asphalt. It led back like some of the other homes, but not to a twenty-room monstrosity. Instead, it led to a modernist house set on the edge of a hill, seemingly composed of varying-sized cubes. Three other vehicles sat in the garage: an anachronistic black wedge-shaped car, a hulking and equally black Hummer H1, and a big custom motorcycle.

"Okay, everyone out," the wolf growled as he pulled up. "Let's go get changed up. You ever seen a dungeon? Well, you're gonna see one now. Hope you're not afraid of handcuffs or something."

Handcuffs were an understatement. Beau leaned back as the wolf ushered him into a dark room inside the oppressively right-angled house. A flick of the lights, and it was still dark, walls made of black-painted cinderblock with orange mood-lit sconces. The floor was stone, and the furniture was all black wood or metal. Whipping cross, sawbuck, headstock, a bed that seemed to have leather sheets, another bed that had rubber sheets, a leather fuck sling, a connected bathroom with a urinal and open shower, and an immense number of perverse toys and menacing gadgets.

"Well you ain't kiddin' about a dungeon," the blond buck said, and cautiously toed around. His hooves clomped against the stone. "I was thinkin' I'd be gettin' fucked in some place like here. I tried to clean out real good, Mister..."

"Good, good, you're not gonna call me Sir. You're gonna either call me by my name, which is Hawk, or call me Mister Wolf. I suggest the latter because it makes me growl happily when someone says it. Try it out."

"Okay, Mister Wolf," Beau said, and tilted his muzzle down slightly.

Hawk responded by growling through his teeth, ruffing his chest out, and half-lidding his eyes with his brow furrowed. Beau looked worried but receptive. "That's a good thing. I just did a good wolf thing."

"Oh, I know," Beau said. "I almost dated a wolf for a while when I first got t'school here. I mean, we fucked an' were roommates, but then it jus' fizzled out."

"Aww, poor wolf," Hawk smirked, and then snapped his gloved fingers in the air. "Tomcat, what the fuck should I look like? I don't think it's gonna be too cool to have Mafia Wolf running around the woods after Bro Deer."

The cougar responded by hissing immediately upon being addressed, scowling, and finally answering. "You are predator wolf. Mean thing, angry, hungry for young deer," Tomasz said. "Biker wolf, maybe, or army wolf. No, not army wolf..."

Hawk turned away and walked behind the curtain. "I got it," he said. "Bucky boy, get changed into whatever you brought."

"I think it'll work good," Beau said, but paused as he went to set his backpack down on what looked like a black leather-padded doctor's exam table. What the hell am I doin' here? I didn't even tell him my name yet, he thought. He shook it off. He wasn't some kid anymore; he was in college. He was an adult. He was going to be in porn. "I was real good playin' make believe as a kid. Even dressed up sometimes."

"I'm not sure if I should be impressed or kinda creeped out," Hawk's voice boomed from the hidden room amidst rustling, creaking, squeaking, and grunting.

Beau turned away from both the cougar and the hidden closet, then took his shorts and shirt off. He exchanged them for a white undershirt, battered bluejeans, and a flannel shirt. "You can probably tell where I'm from, so I'll jus' be some little country boy redneck buck, out for a walk or somethin', and some mean wolf starts followin' me." His cock throbbed down the thigh of his pants. This is like somethin' out of one of those porno mags. Thinking about porn mags suddenly crowded his head with a flurry of images as he channeled heated embarrassment into his mind. Filthy porno mags. "Hey, uh, Tomasz, you ever do photos for Underworld?"

"Yes, all the time," Tomasz said, peering sidelong at the dressing buck. "Am almost staff photographer."

The deer inhaled and puffed out air in a near-snort. "This ain't gonna get too weird, like that one withe football players an' gas masks and mud an' stuff, is it? I always thought that was jus' all wrong in some kinda way."

"Ahh, I hate idea but was fun," the cat sniffed. He immediately started purring. "One of the players didn't think he would like the sex like that," he said, slowing down and vibrating his words with his seemingly-helpless rumbling. "But he did." He lifted up, almost off his heels, and flexed one of his hands in the air.

The curtain flew aside, exposing both a room-sized walk-in closet packed to the ceiling with leather and rubber and a smattering of other clothes; and a much angrier black wolf. Gone was Hawk's leather business suit, replaced by something more suited to a biker. Battered indigo cowboy jeans tucked into tall, banged-up black engineer boots; a stained and pinholed muscle shirt grabbed around his chest and made his wolf ruff even more apparent; a battered and cracked black leather motorcycle jacket hung on his shoulders, with a torn-sleeve army jacket worn as a vest; fingerless black leather gloves let his clawnails out into the open. Instead of a fancy belt buckle with a black wolf head inlaid to chrome, he had a double-hole belt that was cracked and worn with a big simple buckle.

"You, put on your muddin' boots," Hawk pointed at Tomasz. Then he turned to Beau. "You, come with me. We're gettin' the stuff out of the car and then we'll head around back."

Tomasz was already down to black dress socks when Hawk issued the command.

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Hawk's semi-wild back yard sloped down into a much denser nature area. Just a short way in on a dirt path, they came upon a trail marker and an informational sign from an actual nature area. Then they turned left and into the depths of the wolf's actual property, which was just as navigable. Many "PRIVATE PROPERTY" signs emphasized that joggers would have been off path.

They came upon a slight clearing in the dense evergreen wood. An enormous multi-lobed boulder was a centerpiece in the space, with several trees having grown up around the shed-sized rock. Early evening light sliced in through the trees.

"Here," Tomasz said, then got into his equipment bags and started setting up.

Hawk spun around near the rock, arms up in the air. "Glad you and I agree!" he groused, then made a circuit around the boulder. "Here's what we're doing. This is for an Underworld shoot. It's Predators and Prey. We're gonna be a wolf and a deer, because wolves run down and attack and bite and eat deer in the wild. That means here, I'm gonna 'hunt' you by stalking you around here a bit, and then I'm gonna fuck you and we'll get some great asshole and cumshot pics and maybe something kinda dramatic. And I'm gonna do it as much like a wolf as I can. You think you can be a deer?"

Beau stuck his hands in his front pockets. "Well I hope so, I'd hate to disappoint you."

Hawk sneered up one side of his muzzle. "I'm gonna get myself a little roughed up. Go help tomcat get his shit out before it gets dark and we gotta do this by firelight." Then he threw himself onto the ground with a thud and a snarl, and proceeded to roll around. He dug his half-gloved fingers and boot toes into the dirt, stood and kicked, and ricocheted off the trees.

The deer walked over and started helping out. "He always like this?"

"Wolf is dramatic," the cougar shrugged. His outfit was the same, anachronistic and authoritarian in an uncomfortably Teutonic way, except for the boots. Now, he wore lace-up boots that reached right to his knees. Lineman boots. "You see down there, is birch tree?" He pointed using a light stand.

Beau nodded. Behind them, Hawk was jogging in a circle and sounding increasingly ragged. Every three circles, he threw himself onto the ground.

"You start there. You are coming to here, you are moving through woods. A wolf is following you. You stop a few times, I take picture of each of you, both, whatever I want. Then he sees you, you run into clearing here, you really run, he really chases you, you dash and hide behind rock. Then, we see what to do from there. You got it?"

The buck nodded again. The tree was perhaps a football field's distance away, but clearly visible thanks to a path. A deer path, Beau thought.

Tromp tromp tromp, pant pant pant -

Grunt, thud! Hawk continued working himself up to a panting froth.

"Go now!" The cat hissed and shooed him away. Beau trotted over to the tree and stood by, watching the other two set up. They were constructing an array of lights around one half of the bounder, including one of the overgrown areas around the captive trees. They exchanged a few words, then Hawk took off at an angle. Then he disappeared. Beau swallowed.

Tomasz walked up and framed a picture of Beau simply standing there. The cat had a demure camera, although it looked like one of the old Leicas made popular by journalists. Unsure of what to do, the buck stuck his hands in his pockets and trod his hooves around the tree aimlessly. Then he looked over to see if Hawk had reappeared.

"Perfect!" Tomasz chirped, and took a picture of Beau, then took off to capture the wolf. The lupine was merely behind a tree, and he looked as if he had been running for ten minutes straight. Beau leaned around to get a good look at what was happening; it involved a closeup of the wolf's head, then a very determined headshaking. "Perfect!" the cougar yowled, increasingly enthusiastic. "Go closer! I stalk you too!"

Beau started off towards the boulder-homing clearing and Hawk started to narrow in on him, followed by a mumbling and swearing and picture-taking Tomasz. What had seemed awkward for the first few paces now seemed urgent. As soon as Hawk got onto the same path, he started running and quickly closed the gap, prompting Beau to hurry out of the way.

Then the wolf promptly tripped over a root, face-planting into a lucky patch of pillow moss with a loud bark and a pained snarl. He wasted no time trying to get back up, rending the otherwise serene green lumps into flings of sod and vegetation.

"Yes! Is more perfect!" Tomasz said, voice blurry with uncontrollable purring, as he snapped a few pictures of the thrashing and then crouching-to-spring black wolf.

Beau looked around to make sure he wasn't going to make the same mistake, and bolted off for the boulder clearing. He was sure that once Hawk got to him, the frothing and filthy wolf would simply smash him to the ground. Ten yards away, and Tomasz shot past in a blur, handily beating both buck and wolf and taking his place at the other side of the rock.

The buck sprinted the last few yards to the boulder and bashed into it, springing back on his arms and rushing around to the other side, hooves skidding out on loose soil and needles as he hunkered back against the mossy hulk. He was instantly blinded by all of the professional camera flashes and recoiled with his arm up.

"You cannot hide from wolf!" Tomasz said, and twisted his face into the most syrupy grin he could, thick tail curling up from behind him and twitching at the dark tip.

Ka-thump! Something hit the boulder on the other side, then scrabbling, then debris rained down on Beau's head. Tomasz took shot after shot of a snarling wolf, camera flashes popping and whining, until one of them beeped and blinked a red light. The cougar snarled and smacked it.

Hawk then launched himself off the top of the boulder, landed with a parkour roll, and jumped up to face Beau. The aggressive maneuver made the young deer shrink back against the rock, and put a twinge of grin into the black lupine's face.

Then more camera flashes, but Tomasz was nowhere to be seen. "Huh? How th'hell," Beau said, and looked up. A tailtip stuck out from the top of the rock. "I didn't see you get up there, damn you're fast."

"I am cat! Get him! What do you do, stand and look? Deer will run away!" Tomasz gestured, ears back.

"I ain't goin' anywhere," Beau complained, but Hawk lunged forward anyway. Beau tried to jump out of the way, but Hawk tackled him flat. "Aww fuck, don't y'all hurt me!" The wolf pinned his arms back and he reacted by tucking his knees up right to his chest, then kicked. The force of it sent him almost rolling over backwards head-first, and launched Hawk away to land on his ass with a howling bark.

"Oh fuck you! Don't fucking hurt you and then you launch me on my fucking ass!" The wolf snapped, then got up and staggered around for a moment, clearly limping. "C'mon. I have to actually fucking run you down or whatever, you know? So I can kiss you with my big scary wolf teeth and stick my dick in your ass? The reason we're fucking out here in the woods?"

Tomasz, meanwhile, had taken a break from rabidly photographing the natural struggle and was apparently clawing at one of the trees that had tried to grow up around the boulder.

With the action suddenly off, Beau realized how much energy he'd already burnt up. His lungs burned, his heart pounded, he sweated a little under his fur, dirt was ground into his clothes, and part of his shoulder was sore like he'd bashed it into something but he couldn't remember what. He looked up at Tomasz. "Are you scratchin' at that tree like a housecat?"

"Don't talk to him like that, he'll strangle you or something," Hawk said, and mimed throttling in midair with his half-gloved hands.

"Is vine!"

"Yeah no shit it's a vine," Hawk rolled his eyes and walked over. Tomasz was busy trying to unfurl it from the tree. "That better not be poison ivy."

"Is grape, I think, use vine on deer!"

"What is this, one of those fucking adventure video games I played as a kid?"

Tomasz's feline tendencies were doing good work, and the vine piled up next to Beau. The buck nudged it with a hoof. "So uh," he started, "Are you jus' gonna bend me over an' stick it in?"

"Nah, I'm gonna 'capture' you, and look like I'm gonna bite you, maybe gnaw a bit, say some dirty stuff to make you either hot or embarrassed or both, then ask you if you want me to wear a condom or not-"

Beau, upon being reminded that there would well and truly be sex, stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. While there was a condom-shaped impression, the actual condom had been nicked during a college party game of, "Whose Driver's License Picture Looks More Stupid?" He swallowed and stiffened up between his legs. "You got one? I kinda forgot."

"Hey Tomcat, is wearing a rubber gonna fuck up the photo shoot?"

The cougar exploded in a round of hissing and threw tree bark at Hawk.

"It's okay, you can uh, I mean you're a wolf, I ain't got anythin'..." Beau said, and his cock throbbed so hard against the inside of his jeans that it ground against the denim.

"Neither do I, and I run a fucking sex club. Scout's honor," Hawk said, and held up a hand. "Okay. So here's what I'm gonna do. You get down by that rock and I'm gonna wrestle with you, roll you over, get on your back, and pull you up. Okay?"

Beau stepped away from the vine and did as directed. Hawk pounced on him and regardless of Tomasz' reaction seconds earlier, the cougar was all set to capture a few shots. Beau tried to think about what to do first, struggling and pulling around with the wolf but not doing anything to actually push him away. He let Hawk overpower him, and the wolf quickly tucked up behind and grappled with his chest. That made Beau's cock squirt precum into his jeans.

"Fuck, you're not wearing underwear, are you?"

"No sir," Beau said.

Hawk dug his claws into the deer's undershirt and tore it, then grabbed and tore it completely open neck to stomach. "Call me Mister Fucking Wolf! Didn't you hear me earlier?!" He snarled, half for the camera and half out of actual indignity.

"I'm sorry M-mister Wolf!"

The wolf responded by rubbing and massaging Beau's chest, then stroked down over his abs, cupped his bulge, grabbed around his thigh, then came back up for the belt. His other hand held Beau by the neck and the deer suddenly froze. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna actually strangle you. I'm not stupid. But he wants to see it," Hawk growled into Beau's ear, then nodded up towards Tomasz. Beau looked; Tomasz responded by scowling, but simultaneously emitting a playing-cat prrrt! noise. "I fucking swear, he's like an overgrown housecat. Get him some catnip and-"

Beau giggled.

"Hey! Don't fucking giggle like that! You're gonna be eaten by a wolf! Try to pry my fucking hands off!" Hawk squeezed a little and Beau immediately brought his hands up to try and prevent his impending strangulation. "That's better. While you're busy doing that, I'm gonna take your dick out."

Hawk wrestled with Beau's belt buckle, then popped the top button and yanked as hard as he could on the denim, tearing the zip down and then ripping an inch at the bottom. The zipper pull fell off into the dirt with a slight rattle. "Look at fucking that," Hawk growled, and reached in to draw Beau's cock out. Tomasz chirped and lashed his tail. Beau's cock was almost eight inches long, and not even entirely hard yet. After a few heartbeats it topped out at ten thick inches of uncut meat and a pair of ample balls, plus the species-incorrect addition of an equine medial ring two thirds of the way down to the base. "You part fucking horse or something?"

Beau wrestled back and did just what Hawk asked for, clutching and prying at the wolf's throttling gloved hand and leatherclad arm. "Please Mister Wolf, please, I ain't done nothin', I was jus', uh, eatin' some bark," Beau babbled, trying to put together something to say.

"Eating fuckin' bark? It's not winter yet," Hawk growled, then reached down to grab at Beau's wobbling erection. He fingered along the entire length, making sure to use his clawnails just enough to make for a good picture, not enough to scratch. Beau shuddered and a blob of precum squirted out onto his bare stomach. "You know, I was a little worried that you were gonna get in over your head, but now? Nah. And seriously, what the fuck is with the deer in this town? They all have big dicks."

Hawk shifted position, spooning up behind Beau for some feral intimacy, grabbing and pawwing around the buck's chest, stomach, thighs, balls. The buck ground his rump back against Hawk's groin, and the wolf responded in kind by hot-dogging through his jeans. Hawk kept an eye on Tomasz, who was looking more and more bored and perturbed; what was fun for the writhing pair was boring to photograph, and Hawk couldn't resist taunting the irascible cougar.

Beau bleated and squirmed and pried at Hawk's hands, but as much as he pushed away, he arched himself into the rough caressing.

"You really like this, huh?" Hawk growled into the young buck's ear, then gave a gnaw to one of his antler tines and shook a little. "You like having some mean wolf about to rape your tender little hole? This kinda thing happen all the time for you? You got some professor wolf you like to go talk to or somethin'?"

The buck's response was a nervous chuckle. "N-no, hah, I ain't got a wolf teachin' at school. Uh. Well uh, uh, this jus' reminds me of somethin'. I don't wanna talk about it, it's all embarrassin'."

Hawk answered the chuckle with a snarl of a laugh. "You're gonna tell me before I make it so you can't say a damn thing. And if you don't tell me, well, then I'm gonna find it out and then I'll have the upper hand."

Beau put on a look of actual fear, and Tomasz captured it in a flurry of blinding camera flashes and a cougar chirp. "Uh, well, Mister Wolf, one time my brother came home drunk an' blue-balled from some girl he pissed off an' he climbed into my bed an' fucked me good."

The wolf froze for a moment, and his overheated snarly-wolf expression died back to a slack wild animal. "What."

"I said-"

"I heard what you fuckin' said. You said your brother fucked you up the ass."

Beau chuffed. "Is that some kinda problem? I mean he was drunk an' I was too young to know better, an' it felt real good. First time anyone put a real dick up my ass, I was jus' usin' vegetables I brought home from the school cafeteria before."

Hawk looked around the clearing, then over to Tomasz. The cougar shrugged. "I just don't usually run into incestual rednecks, is all. Well, let's hope he had a big dick, because it's the hour of the wolf." Hawk then unzipped his fly and dragged his cock out. The black uncut shaft drooped and waved back and forth as he climbed out from behind Beau and stood up. "Urgh. I'm gonna be fuckin' sore from all this jumping around and shit. Tomcat, I'm gonna just fuck him like this. Then we can tie him up. And if you don't like it, you can fuck off."

Tomasz bristled a little. "Fine, is wolf's dick," he shrugged again. Meanwhile, Beau turned around and got up for his own stretch.

"You sure got a nice dick, Mister Wolf," he said, then reached out and gave it a bashful but very knowing squeeze. "How are you gonna fuck me? You want me on all fours like a dog?"

Hawk grunted and his semi-hard dick stiffened right up in just a few strokes. "I want you to grab onto that tree like you're trying to fucking escape." He pointed, then shooed Beau's hand off his cock. The buck turned around and grabbed onto one of the smaller trees by the boulder, kneeled up on an outcrop, and leaned over. "Yeah. Just like that." The wolf took out a packet of lube and squeezed it onto his shaft, then massaged it up and around his cockhead. "Now hold on." He pulled Beau's jeans down with a hard yank and left them around his knees; they were tight enough to stay put.

The cougar crept up close, moving a couple of his light stands at the same time, huffing ragged as he stayed bent over and squinty behind the camera. He started to purr again, and the sound made Beau look nervously over his shoulder.

The black wolf then started rubbing his slimy cockhead against Beau's bare pucker and quickly pushed in. "Damn," he grunted, then pulled his lips back into a grin. "That went in nice and easy." Beau took it so nice and easy that he leaned forward, grunted, and jammed one of his antler tines into the tree bark. Hawk's previous experiences with deer usually involved some kind of fight for masculine supremacy, mostly because 'deer' was 'a deer', the one that he hired as a bouncer for The Pit. Beau, on the other hand, was just what he wanted and it made him almost cum seconds after shoving in.

"Be more of wolf," Tomasz added.

"Shut up, cat, I'll fuck him however I want. It's porn, not a snuff film." When Hawk growled that, Beau squeezed up and lurched forward. Hawk leaned over and bit the buck on the neck, hard enough to hold on but not enough to cause any damage. "I bet your brother never did that," the wolf managed to growl through deer pelt, then started to thrust. Biting a deer had him even closer. He contemplated pulling out, but decided to go as deep as possible and see if he could hold out. He let go of Beau's neck and grabbed him around the chest; Beau responded by rocking slightly out of time, ensuring the maximum fuck action with minimum effort. "I bet this reminds you of your big brother's dick, huh? I bet he was a drunk asshole."

"Bubba sure is an asshole but your dick ain't much compared to his, Mister Wolf."

Hawk grunted and pulled back, then lifted off his heels and plowed back in to cram Beau in the prostate. "You rednecks always call each other Bubba, huh?" A little voice in Hawk's head shouted something, but he ignored it due to pending orgasm. Such a nice, warm-holed fuck-eager deer-

"Nah," Beau said, as if happy to talk while being railed, "He likes it, says Rufus is too fancy."

Plop. Hawk pulled out and came all over Beau's asshole, unable to herd off his climax even as he tried to put the brakes on things. "Unrgh. Shit. What did you just say?" Meanwhile, Tomasz crowded in and took picture after picture of black cock spurting gouts of white seed onto a loose but not ruined asshole under a flagged white tail.

"I said he says his name's too fancy," Beau repeated. "You alright? I done something wrong? You can bite on me again, that was kinda scary fun."

"You said your brother's name is Rufus."

"Uh-huh. Rufus Varmint. You done already?" Beau looked over his shoulder at his sloppy ass.

Hawk growled and kicked at the ground, then milked his cock clean and splattered the mess in the dirt. "You've gotta be kidding. You've gotta be fuckin' kidding."

"Nope, he's Rufus an' I'm Beau, he's a mean-ass redneck with a goatee an' I don't wanna be anythin' like him, 'cept maybe for bein' a deer with a big dick I guess."

Hawk reared back, snarled, and then stomped around. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He grabbed at one of the lowest tree branches and it snapped off. He then chewed on it and growled, shaking his head.

Beau shifted out of the way and tripped over his jeans. He hurridly yanked them up and backed away. "Uh, you sure I didn't do somethin' wrong?"

The black wolf let go of the stick at the apex of a fling and it hurtled off into the impending darkness. "I fucked his brother. I fucked his brother! He's gonna kill me in my sleep or somethin'," Hawk continued freaking out.

"I don't understand what's happening," Tomasz frowned, and stalked up next to Beau. "He always cums too fast when I take pictures," he stage-whispered to the deer, who chuckled.

Then the young buck sprang into a grin. "OH! You gotta be that wolf Bubba works for! I thought he said your name is Harry or somethin'."

"That _is_ my fucking name. Why do you think I'm Hawk? You think I wanna go around being called Harold all my life? I run a fucking sex club!" Hawk beat on his chest while yelling. "How old are you? How fucking old are you?"

Beau put his hands up. "Whoa, hey, I'm in college, I'm nineteen."

"Good. So he's only gonna kill me a little bit instead of a lot. Maybe I should tell him. Yeah, I'll tell him. No, I'll _show_ him. I'll make sure the first time he knows about this is when he picks up a copy of fucking Underworld to make fun of while he's getting drunk after his Saturday night shift."

"Wolf, remember final scene you tell me? We need to do it, we are running out of light," Tomasz practically sang.

"Fine. Hey, Varmint, I'm gonna tie you up now. I'm also gonna make a fire in a fucking fire pit near my house. And you, you're gonna stop complaining."

---

Building a fire took the combined efforts of Hawk and Beau. Tomasz, although he professed to help, was too distracted by other things to actually assist with the miniature bonfire. He did set up some battery-powered hot lights, which had accounted for the bulk of the gear he'd brought along.

"So uh, are we jus' gonna sit around the fire?" Beau asked, as he added the last few scraggly pieces of wood.

"Nope. You wanna know what I'm gonna do now? You remember that vine the kitty-kitty was playing with?" Hawk was interrupted with a warning hiss from Tomasz. The wolf cleared his throat and continued. "I'm gonna tie you up to that scrawny little tree there, and then we're gonna light the fire, and take pictures of you through it. It's gonna be one of those perspective things. After the wolf fucks his deer meat, he's gonna cook him up, you know? But I'm not actually gonna do that because I'm not a psychopath, just a loud-mouth freak. And he wanted me to do it on one of those spit things, but I think being burnt at the stake is better, hence the tree."

Beau stopped what he was doing.

"You gonna finish that? I know I finished early but that's no fucking excuse."

"Y'all are crazy," the buck said, and looked between Tomasz and Hawk as if deciding which way to run away.

"Trust me. If I was gonna actually rape and eat you in the woods, you wouldn't be standing there telling me I was crazy after the rape part. Wood, fire," the wolf pointed with a black finger. Beau, now visibly shaken, did the bare minimum required to finish his task. "Okay, good enough. We're not having a bonfire party. See that tree? Go stand up next to it. Tomcat, vine."

The cougar still lashed his tail, but the sheer number of epithets had dulled his reaction to a territorial growl. He brought the roughly coiled leafy vine over and dumped it at Hawk's feet with a prrt.

Beau did as asked, although he hunkered forward slightly, and any time either of the other males moved significantly, he twitched. When Hawk came over with the vine, the buck recoiled and gulped. "I don't know what you're gonna do but jus' don't hurt me?"

"I'm not gonna fuckin' hurt you. It might be kinda uncomfortable, but we just have to get the fucking pictures. Arms behind your back, and behind the tree. Just make a V with them, point your hands at the ground."

The deer again did as asked, and Hawk started to wind the vine around him, leaves and all. The first few windings went around his torso and arms together, but then the next focused down around Beau's wrists. Hawk kept winding down around Beau's waist and upper legs with a spiral, then lashed his ankles together. All the while, the buck squirmed, slightly afraid of falling over, then worried as he could barely move. "So uh, uh, Mister Wolf, you like tyin' guys up like this?"

"What gave you that idea?" Hawk said, and he as he was busy with the lashings, sounded serious.

"You're breathin' awful hard an' I could feel your dick when you were behind me?" Beau said as a question.

"Yeah, it's okay."

"Wolf likes bondage," Tomasz added. "He is going to touch now." Tomasz was documenting the situation, creeping around in the low light with a larger DSLR camera and a lens that looked like a coffee can with glass in the end. He wasn't using any flashes.

"Shut up, tomcat," Hawk growled over his shoulder at the photographing cougar, then turned back to Beau. His perpetual smirk now went up both sides of his muzzle like a gleeful snarl, and he unzipped Beau's fly. The deer bleated and squirmed under the vines. "You have a real nice look about you, you know that? You aren't just some doe with antlers. You look kinda manly, but you're not all puff-chested like a fucking wolf. Or your brother." When Hawk said this, Beau squirmed harder. His erection was tucked down inside his jeans, and the lupine fished it out. "Look at this. You're really hard. You really like this."

"I ain't been tied up like this before, I, I," Beau huffed, and only grew harder as Hawk teased his fingers over long, ruddy flesh.

"You, didn't cum while I was fucking you. So you're gonna do it now. You're gonna be a good deer boy and give me a nice, wet kiss while I jack you off." Hawk wrapped his fingers around Beau's cock and slowly milked from base to tip, then thumbed the resulting ooze of precum around the head.

Beau looked like he was going to explode bodily. He twisted and wrenched against the vine, but not hard enough to really loosen it. When Hawk talked, he turned his head away. When Hawk reached for his muzzle and turned it back, he pressed his head back against the tree. When Hawk leaned in to nuzzle him, he closed his eyes and licked. The wolf licked back, and the two tangled up their tongues in a groaning kiss.

"Did Bubba kiss you while he was fuckin' your ass that one time?" Hawk asked, moving off to the side so he could freely pump and milk at Beau's cock - and so Tomasz could take pictures. Now the cougar was using his lights again.

"Nuh-uh, he was jus' fuckin' me real good, I think he really thought I, I was a girl," the young deer tried to respond, amidst Hawk's handjob.

"Well I hope it's a pleasant memory, otherwise all this talkin' about it is gonna make you all fucked up," Hawk sneered.

Then Beau shot off, bleating and chuffing again, semen blasting out far enough that one splat almost hit Tomasz nearly ten feet away. Hawk directed most of the mess upwards, so it would fall back down and splat on Beau's vine-bound body.

"Guess it's a pleasant memory, or you're gonna be a bondage freak from now on," Hawk snorted.

Beau swooned for a moment and let his muzzle drop. Then he panicked and chuffed in Hawk's face, prompting the wolf to flip his ears back and look like he'd been spit on. "What th'hell's that?!" Beau's torn-shirted chest and white underbody fur was streaked with dark red and purple. In the twilight, it looked like blood.

Hawk wiped it up with his fingers and sniffed. "You're not gonna fuckin' believe it."

"What? What is it?"

Hawk chuckled. "Grape juice."

This didn't calm Beau down any. "What the hell is grape juice doin' on me? Y'all are fucked up!"

Hawk slapped him on the arm. "It's a fucking grape vine! Tomcat pulled a fucking grape vine out for me to tie you up with. Look at this." The wolf pulled a small bundle of berries off the vine. "See? Grapes. Anyway, that's all shit you don't care about, right? The clothes?" Beau weakly nodded. "I'm gonna muzzle you. I'm gonna wrap the vine around your mouth like a bit gag. You'll like that, you're part horse or whatever. Then I'm gonna wrap around it. So if you don't like something, grunt three times real fast and I'll let you out of it. You got it?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Good." Hawk then started working again and did exactly what he said he would. Beau immediately started drooling once his mouth was forced open. Grapes might be tasty, but grape vine tasted like acrid wood. "I was in the boy scouts as a kid," Hawk said, while gagging and muzzling Beau. "I'm glad I'm a boy. If I was a girl, I'd still probably be the same kind of person. I'd be some angry punk bitch riot grrl who flips everyone off. But boy scouts get to tie knots and light fires and learn to rappel and shit like that. Girl scouts get to bake brownies and learn how to sew. Although sewing comes in fucking handy, too. You doin' alright?"

Beau nodded.

"I'm gonna hold your head back to the tree around your neck. Okay?" Hawk then leaned in to Beau's ear. "It's not gonna choke you. It's just to make Mr. Kitty-cat happy."

"I hear wolf!" Tomasz growled, then hissed.

"Yeah, whatever," the wolf growled, then bundled up the vine a few times and wrapped it around Beau's neck and the tree's skinny trunk. The cougar started purring and drooling to himself, which necessitated some mouth-wiping.

"Okay!" Hawk slapped the sides of his thighs as he stood back. "Fire time." He backed up and took out a torch lighter, then started torching the kindling at the fire pit. It was well over ten feet away, putting Beau completely out of danger, but that didn't stop the heat from reaching him. The fire smouldered for a few moments, but as the heat baked the wood, it suddenly flared up. Tomasz was ready, perching on a stump out on the wild lawn that began Hawk's 'back yard', and started taking pictures.

Beau swooned from the heat, broke out in a sweat, and was just about to grunt three times when Hawk returned and started unwinding the vine. It came off faster than it went on, and Beau quickly walked away, cool night air rushing in against his pelt and his bare dick. He grunted and tucked it back into his pants, although the fly was mostly ruined now and stayed open.

"Alright! Let's get the hell back to the house before we can't see and have to use our phone flashlights like a bunch of hipster idiots coming home from the bar," Hawk barked, and just started off back towards the house. Beau hurried after, leaving Tomasz to silently pack up his gear.

---

Back in street clothes - which meant full leather for Hawk, the same outfit and fancy boots for Tomasz, and Beau's shirt-and-shorts combo - the trio climbed into Hawk's Mustang for the ride back into town.

"So, how was that fucking whirlwind, huh? It's not the fucking same as fucking for fun, let me tell you that. I like acting, but when I have to act and stick my dick in something at the same time, it's just like work," Hawk said. Tomasz sulked in the back just like before.

The buck shrugged. "It was kinda weird, Mister Wolf."

Hawk snorted out a chuckle. "Hearing that never gets old."

"You sign papers," Tomasz said, and suddenly shoved a folded set of three sheets of paper up between the front seats. He smacked Beau with it. "Then I pay you."

"So I'm gonna be in some magazine?" Beau said, turned on the map light, and read the contract. Thankfully, it was barely in legalese and actually understandable.

"Yeah. You got a problem with that? They're not gonna blur your face out or anything."

"Nah. I don't mind. If someone ain't gonna hire me for doin' porn, I don't wanna work for their morals."

"Nice ideology. When you get older, you'll either regret it, or be a pushy asshole like me who always gets what he wants anyway."

Beau signed, and handed the papers back. Almost immediately, Tomasz stuck his arm back. "You have money now," he said, and just opened his hand, dumping the bills in Beau's lap. At the same time, Hawk pulled up to a street corner, the same one where he picked up Beau earlier. Tomasz got out without giving Beau a chance to respond, took his bags from the trunk, and disappeared.

"Fucking cats. He shows up all of a sudden, he disappears all of a sudden, and god forbid you get some catnip into him. I had to go and fucking pull all that shit out of the woods a few days ago. You should see it," Hawk continued, as he drove back off with Beau. "He loses his mind. Luckily he doesn't get violent on it. Anyway, where'm I taking you? I'd offer to take you to the club, you know, so you can buy some drinks with that new money of yours, but I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? Sounds kinda fun, I mean I jus' got tied to a tree an' fucked an' all that."

"Kid, your fucking brother works for me. He's the bouncer. If he saw both of us coming up to the door, you wanna guess what'll happen?"

Beau fell silent and counted the money, then stared wide-eyed at the unusually large bundle of bills.

"Oh yeah, you'll get a few copies of the magazine, too. I'll try to keep it away from Bubba, and if I can't, I'll try to get my face in between you and him."