It's Been a Hard Day's Night ...
Disclaimer: Insert Stuff Here. Or, if you like me ... somewhere more appropriate. *Grins* This story involves Male solo material, but also includes a fantasy male as well. I wanted to do this type of material, since some readers felt my last story series (Eternal Corruption of the Spotless Mind) only touched on this subject far too briefly. I would like to, again, thank LittleVixen712 for continued use of the character Shinigamis. Consider this the unofficial sequel to 'The Show'. I'm always happy to hear from fans, so never fear about sending feedback or just saying hello! I don't bite. Hard. Enough to draw blood. Not more than just a taste anyway*sweat drop*. Remember kiddies: Do not Taunt HappyFunBall (tm) !!!.
It's Been a Hard Day's Night ...
2006 by Eldyran
Two Skins adjusted his hard hat and wiped his sweat drenched brow with the back of grimy fur matted forearm. A spray of sparks from the nearby plasma cutting machine showered him, and some errant sparks singed his white and black fur with gray streaks, while some bounced harmlessly off his grime matted blue jeans and black work tee. With a slight growl, he picked up a heavy metal part off the table and stacked it with several others on a nearby wooden pallet. The exertion caused his biceps to budge, straining the already tight tee, and another wave of sweat began to roll down his chest, between his well defined pectoral muscles. Near the cutting torches, it was a hundred and ten degrees. What a great place to work in the summer.
After he cleared the parts off the cutting table, Two Skins grabbed the dangling pendant controls for the west overhead crane, and moved a few tons of stacked sheet metal to the staging area, ready for the next cut. While he waited for the current cut to finish, Two Skins picked up a stack of pine 2x12 boards and shouldered them to the scrap wood area. His upper body, shaped like the inverted triangle of a typical well built male wolf, strained under the heavy load.
When he walked, his strut exuded determination. He knew he was cocky. He wanted everyone to know it too. The way he held himself at work caused even the larger Ukraine ursines to move out of his way. On the way back to the 4 ton sheet metal magnet, he stopped and looked at the plans for the next part. Each one weighed 130 pounds. And his factory wanted 200 of them. Now. As he went back to work, he gritted his muzzle, and his tail twitched. His twelve hour shift had just started. It was going to be a hard day's night ...
Sometime around 5am Two Skins entered his meager one bedroom apartment, and with weary strides, made his way to the laundry room. There he shed his filthy, sweat and grime covered work uniform and threw it into the washing machine. He padded out naked to the bathroom, rubbing his sore back deltoids and biceps. In the mirror, Two Skins gave a half hearted grin and stretched, admiring his lithe form. His fur looked awful, and he was horny as hell. Today he would treat himself. He turned on the facet for the tub, and as the hot water began to fill it, he slumped in front of the mirror again and sniffed his own musk filled fur. The scent of about a hundred or so sweaty male furs mingled with his own just made him even hornier, and he chuckled.
He found it ironic that he worked side by side with tons of males, but every single one was most likely straight. No luck there. He new it was next to impossible to find another male that would be interested in him in small town bum fuck no where were he lived. A few months ago he met a rather attractive fox named Shinigamis , but he lived in a different state and was busy attending college.
Although things started off well, they ended up just being friends. Besides. Even by fox standards, who were known for their sneaky nature, Shinigamis was the epitome of devious. Two Skins preferred a male with a more direct approach, but that never stop him from fantasying about his silky fur and sexy body though, nonetheless. Thinking about it made Two Skins run his rough paws over his furry, taught body, and before he realized it, he had retrieved a wooden box from under his bed, and brought it back into the bathroom.
He opened it and pulled out various ... water toys ... till he found the one he wanted. A rather large black but plug, that started out a tapered 1", then gradually increased to a 4" circumference. He ran his paw tips over the smooth black, pliable surface, before finding some rose petals in the drawer by the sink, and adding them to the bathwater. He was going to pamper himself tonight, before punishing himself. Both implications sent shivers up his spine, and his bushy tail raised slightly, already excited for what would come later. Two Skins set up some red candles around his tub, and bed, then lit them and dimmed the lights.
As he slid into the soothing, hot bath water, he groaned as the knots in his tight flesh began to loosen, and he added a bit of fur conditioner to the water with a grin. Few furs would know how to treat his body, his temple. Two Skins however, was well experienced in the best, most primal ways to worship it, desecrate it.
The tense wolf began to scrub his fur, paws running over his tense, knotted muscles. He gave a slight groan as he dipped a paw tip into his sheath, feeling the hint of claw encircle the sensitive flesh of his hidden tip. The other paw caressed his sore rump, and scrubbed the grime out of his tail, before probing his tail hole with a wandering digit. Two Skins took a breath and sank into the water, submerging his head, ears twitching just above the surface of the steaming water. He exhales, bubbles of exhaustion, floated to the waters surface, and he reemerged slowly, shaking the water from his head fur the way only canines can. He breathed in the scent of the rose petals, and loved himself, his body.
After a few minutes of soaking in the tub, which already turned dingy gray with all the metal dust and grease in his fur, Two Skins propped up and spread his sore hind legs on the edge of the white porcelain tub, his thighs crying out in protest. He reached for the but plug and slid his ass towards the edge of the tub, his soaked tail twitching under the hot bath water in unbridled anticipation. With a whimper, then a loud groan he positioned the plug and slid it just inside his tail hole, the conditioned bathwater providing the perfect lube for the pliable plug.
Two Skins took his time, even though the pink tip of his growing member had emerged from the surface of the water from its wet, furred sheath. As he pushed the toy deeper inside himself, the flared edge of the plug ground across his prostate, and Two Skins jerked and growled from the sheer, unexpected pleasure. His throes caused water to splash out of the tun unto the tiled floor, and a small jet of pre spurted from the slit of his flared slit. After he adjusted some more to the toys width, Two Skins pushed it in even deeper, his tail hole stretching painfully to almost 3", and he growled out in pain, insides gripping the toy in protest. He tried to keep himself loose just for these occasions, but it was getting harder and harder to find the time.
Two Skins lay there in the warm water for a few minutes, and the shooting pain from his tail hole soon dulled to a dull ache. He could feel his body, his every blood, pulse around the toy, and the mix of pain and pleasure hazed his mind. Without thinking he gripped his hard shaft, and was rewarded with another shot of pre. He gave his 7" shaft a single stoke, from tip, all the way down to the engorged, sensitive flesh of his swollen knot. His prostrate swelled, trapped against the toy inside his ass, and almost burst right then and there. With a shudder he tore his hand away, forcing back the tremors of his rising orgasm.
Oh no, he thought, we've only just started. With much effort, Two Skins pulled out the plug from his abused ass, and wasn't to surprised to find just a bit of blood on the surface of the toy, which turned bright red in the murky, cooling water. The dirty water flooding into his gaping ass, and stung like a hundred paper cuts. Two Skins hissed with the exquisite pain, but the conditioner he added earlier also contained a small amount of antibiotic, so he wasn't too worried.
The large lupine slid out of the tub, his rock hard wolf cock swaying from side, dripping both bathwater and thick pre. He set down the toy in the sink and dried off, before taking the box into the darkened bedroom, lit only by flickering candle light. Two Skins took a moment to place a CD in his stereo system on the dresser, before taking the remote and box of toys with him to his simple bed. The soft mattress greeted him, and the springs settled with a slight creak from the weight of his heavy, solid form. He fished a few things out of the box as he propped his back on the headboard.
First, came a back leather muzzle harness with metal rings to each side, with a little bit of strap, that could wrap behind his skull, around his large black tipped ears, snapping into the rest of the muzzle quite snuggly. There was a ring on the back of the harness, the function of which one could only guess. Secondly, came a set of leather cuffs with metal studs, which the wolf quickly strapped to his ankles, already impatient. Thirdly, a back leather ball stretcher, with metal rings to either side as well. He snapped it around his swollen wolf meat and furry balls with a little difficulty, enjoying the snug feeling on his exposed genitals. Lastly, he took out three black leather cords with self snapping rings on each end, a thin stretchy black bungee cord with the same ring eyes, and a tube of KY jelly.
He grew impatient, his furry sacs pulsing heavy with thick seed just waiting to spurt all over, and hurried to attach two of the three cords to each of his his ankle binds, looping each of the cords through subtle metal rings attached to the wooden headboard to either side of him. The lupine pulled the cords tight, and his legs spread wide, pressing up in a wide V shape to the headboard on either side of his taught, powerful body.
He slid down the sheets slightly, the nerves of his sore ass flaring ragged with every crease on the top sheet. With a grin, Two Skins snapped his head into the harness and muzzle, snapping the last leather cord to the ring at the back of his skull, then through a ring now above and behind him to the headboard, then to a ring at the wooden foot board, back down to a ring on the ball stretcher, through the other, back up through the ring on the foot board, back to the headboard, then finally the last end snapped on to the ring at the back of his head once more. As the wolf moved his head to his chest, it pulled the cord tight, and he yelped with pleasure as the leather ball stretcher yanked his heavy sacs away from his body.
Finally he attached one end of the bungee cord to one of the rings on either side of his muzzle. The wolf fished the bungee through yet another ring on the foot board just above the previous one, and looped it back to attach the other end to the other ring on the other side of his muzzle. As the end snapped onto the rings, the bungee pulled tight, forcing his nose into his musky scented and still stiff member. It bobbed with the sudden lurch, gently tapping his square nose in humiliation, splatters of precum falling onto it.
Two Skins barked as once again the movement of his head made his balls stretch. The lupine whimpered as he fought against the bungee, attempting to ease the strain on his already swollen furry sac. His thighs touched each side of his cheek, legs pulled tight behind his head to the headboard behind him. He grinned at his own depravity, and hit play on the remote for the stereo system.
No other fur would be brave enough to put him in this situation. And thats exactly what Two Skins wanted, craved. For another fur to put his cocky ass in its place, and stuff his loud, obnoxious muzzle so full of cock he would almost choke.
As the beginnings of O' Fortuna began to subtly echo around the tiny bedroom, Two Skins closed his eyes. He enjoyed the subtle build of the melody to its final resounding crescendo. With eyes closed, neck muscles still straining against the constant tug of the bungee, Two Skins right paw opened the tube of KY and he squeezed the cool gel into his gaping tail whole. The gel slid into his insides, and he growled in pleasure, before applying some to his almost now purple knot. All prepared, he set down the tube, and ran a few furry digits of his left paw around his quivering tail hole.
O Fortuna, velut luna statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis;
As Two Skins teased the tender ring of muscle with a claw tip, he started to imagine a certain fox was there, goading him.
Thats right lupine. Play with your gaping ass. You sick pup. Pull that tail you have raised so high all the time ... Now PUP! That wasn't a request! Two Skins nodded submissively and with his free right paw grabbed the base of his tail and yanked sharply. His yip of pain only accent the teasing pleasure of the gentle scrape of his claws on his tail hole. After a few moments, three of his furry digits of his left paw disappeared into his upturned, gaping ass, paw tips already nudging, teasing his prostrate. His bound body stuttered and twitched with unparalleled pleasure.
vita detestabilis nunc obdurat et tunc curat ludo mentis aciem, egestatem potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem ;
Oh you like that wolf? I see you spurt on your stomach fur. How does it taste you sick wolf bitch huh? Taste yourself and see. I know you want to. Your nose is practically buried in your crotch as it is. Two Skins obliged his fantasy master and used his long lupine tongue to cup the tip, running over the tapered end. The bead of precum from his slit danced on his taste buds, salty, and oh to sweet, like a bitter nectar. His muzzle lips enveloped the tip suckling gently, and his paw tips pressed hard into his prostrate. Another spurt of nectar greeted his eager palate.
Sors immanis et inanisrota tu volubilis status malusvana salus semper dissolubili,
Two Skins imagined the smaller canine stepping up to his bed, and forcing his head farther down upon himself. Thats not good enough! Take it all you cum slut! Choke on your own cock! The submissive wolf relaxed his neck, and the bungee forced his muzzle down upon his long, hard glistening member. This cord on his sacks pulled tight, and the pressure on his scrotum caused him to groan into his own quivering meat. His right paw pads gripped his thick, swollen knot, the sharp claws barely scraping the tender flesh there.
obumbrata et velata michi quoque niteris;
Two Skins slid four fingers inside himself, and as his claws grasped his trembling prostrate, he imagined the fox had placed the tip of his fox cock at his entrance, and was using his grip on Two Skins own head to push its length into the wolf. Oh yeah. Thats right. I'm making you my bitch. Your legs are spread like the slut you are. And you like it don't you?. Two Skins nodded, the shark jerks of his head tugged on his tender sacs, which now throbbed with need for release.
nunc per ludum dorsum nudum fero tui sceleris.
The lupine's insides throbbed as Two Skins thought about what it would feel to have the fox's knot inside himself, he pushed his thumb into his tail hole, the ring of muscle screaming in pain, just as his knot twitched with pleasure. Shinigamis grinned, and started to really fuck the cocky wolf, forcing Two Skins' head down upon his own meat. What puppy? You like it rough? I'll give it to you then! Two Skins head rocked back and forth on himself, the bungee pulling, the pressure on his balls forcing him to back off. It was exquisite self torture. The best kind.
Sors saluti, et virtutis michi nunc contraria,
The crescendo of the finale began to build, and the pace at which the fox plowed into the wolf's spread eagle ass quickened. Two Skins could almost feel the smaller canine's knot pop into him, and hear Shinigamis groan. Oh Gods wolf! Take my cock. Take it all up your tight ass! Feel that knot? Its me making you into my sissy bitch! The sissy wolf gripped his own knot tighter, jerking it back and forth. Two Skins felt his canines scrape the sides of his own knot, and felt a sudden gush of more precum squirt into his throat.
est affectus et defectus emper in angaria
Two Skins imagined the smaller fox driving into to him, bucking his hips, his knot trapped in his ass, pressing into his prostrate. Do it wolf. the fox groaned I know you want to. Stick it all the way inside. Fist yourself! Two Skins' muzzle split in a primal growl of pain as he forced his paw into himself. At first the abused ring would not give, but suddenly with a pop, his ass closed around his furry wrist. He almost passed out from the sudden intense pain, but also nearly came when his entire paw clenched his own pulsing prostrate. Waves of pleasure built deep with the wolf, deeper than he had ever known, overriding the harsh static of his pain receptors.
hac in hora, sine mora, corde pulsum tangite;
The chorus of the operatic song began to blare through his stereo, and Two Skins swear he heard the grunting vulpine drive into his clenched, taught glutes one last time. The fantasy Shinigamis griped his bulging thighs hard, claws digging in, leaving pinpricks of blood, before the fox cried out and blew his massive load inside the wolf's bloody, battered insides. The lupine left paw squeezed his prostrate hard, and he saw stars ...
quod per sortem !
... and before he knew it he felt the bungee cord tighten, his neck now slack from almost passing out, and his muzzle descended on his knot, the tip of his own cock into his own throat ...
sternit fortem!
... just as his balls were tugged on, the sensitive orbs screaming, enjoying every moment of the pressure, and he could feel them pulse, twitch, as his prostrate began to milk his sacs for all of their seed ...
mecum ... omnes .... plangiteeeee!
As the chorus reached its feverous climax, Two Skins' own erupted into his muzzle. The conceited wolf almost choked on his own, twitching shaft, and he fought hard to swallow his own, huge salty load. His back muscles grew as taught as a bowstring, and his bound legs spasmed, thumped hard against the headboard as his orgasm raced throughout his extremities.
Two Skins' eyes rolled back into his head as the wave of pleasure became too much for him to handle, and he passed out with a grin on his muzzle to the image of the sweet fox licking the fur of his face and whispering ....
We'll always have 'The Show' ....