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The cool, morning breeze gently cause the light curtains to flutter apart, enriching the room with sunlight. Desperate gasps echoed off the walls of the sparsely furnished bedroom, accompanied by the soft undertone of slick silicon against supple flesh. A lone figure sprawled out along the bed writhing on top of the sheets, desperately working himself into a frenzy. The red fox on the bed, despite his feminine appearance, was most certainly a male; his hard cock was completely erect out of his sheath, knot full and throbbing. The slender boy had one arm wrapped around his leg, drawn up to press against his stomach. His other paw was busy working a red, canine dildo beneath his flicking tail. Kyle didn't care how pitiful the sight of his naked body looked, he was practically in heat at this point.

Kyle awoke only a half hour prior to a beautiful Saturday morning, once again alone in his bed, just like the past two or so weeks. Green eyes snapping open with a strangled gasp as he realised how his dreams plagued him still. His foxhood was straining from the lingering touches of a certain dream wolf, while his tailhole tingled with a need to be filled. Arching his back, he slipped a paw down and thrust a finger inside his ass, crying out in pleasure as he momentarily satisfied his craving. But his fingers weren't enough and soon the tingle returned deeper with a burning ferocity.

Whimpering pleas escaped Kyle's muzzle when he yanked his finger out of himself, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Taking matters into his own paws, the red fox fervently opened and reached inside his bedside drawer, fishing out a bottle of slick lube and a thick, red, wolf toy, fat knot included.

Moments later and he was resting in his current position on his back with his toy hilted to the top of the knot. Wasting no time, he gripped the toy tightly by the flared base and withdrew it from within himself, the tapered tip popping out with a pleasured exhale from the vulpine. Red paws repositioned the toy back at the entrance of his tunnel and popped the head back in, red shaft quickly following. Kyle began thrusting his paw at a steady pace, withdrawing the toy before reinserting it deep within him and grinding the knot against his spread flesh. His high-pitched cries at the intense feeling below his tail echoed around the room, and Kyle realised with a heated blush, out the still open window. Kyle might have cared about what people in the neighbouring apartments (or block) thought of his sexual noises, if he knew he wasn't working up the source of his frustration; the smoky grey wolf now wide awake on the couch in the next room.

~

Kyle wasn't sure what happened between the two of them. The wolf, Max, was over every day for a week straight after he they initially fucked. The larger canine seemed determined to pound him in every room, and against every piece of furniture. Kyle would get back from work only for Max to bang against the door moments later and drag him somewhere seemingly random in the apartment. A few hours of loud foxy noises and deep wolfy growls later, Max would be knotted under Kyle's red, fluffy tail, his wolf cum flooding deep inside the vulpine's hole.

That was until two weeks ago when Max had arrived on a Saturday with a new set of slutty women's clothes bundled in a plastic bag. It wasn't the first time Max had insisted the fox to cross-dress for him, his previous set of cum soaked girly clothes were testimony to that. The other time he dressed for the wolf, he changed in his room with Max waiting on the couch watching television. The rest was a blur after he opened the door and let the wolf in, but he came to half an hour later coated in what seemed like multiple loads of fox cum, and a wolf knot lodged up his ass. But, as the fox very quickly found out, this time was different. Max had ground his hard wolfhood against Kyle's stomach and shoved a small bullet vibe up his ass before sending him off on an errand to the shops.

Needless to say, the sight of a male fox dressed in slutty girl clothing with his leaking cock straining past his waistband attracted the attention of passing furs, mainly a passing tiger. After pushing Kyle into a nearby supply closet, the tiger fucked him up against the tiled wall, and again on the concrete floor, breeding him deep with tiger seed. Quick as lightning, the tiger redressed, snapped a few memorable pictures to show around and left the sticky fox to his mess. The vulpine had cleaned up as best he could to get home, and had hoped Max wouldn't mind his encounter with the tiger, after all, Kyle assumed they were just fuck-buddies.

Unfortunately, Max had been less than pleased with the fox's slutty behaviour and had held him against the apartment door until he tied and seeded him multiple times. A short bathroom break saw Kyle on his knees in the shower with a golden stream of hot, wolf piss soaking into his already messy fur. Obediently, the fox had opened his maw and gulped down the strong salty urine quickly filling his muzzle. After Max was done emptying his bladder, he shoved his thick cock down the slut's throat and thrust until he came hard, shooting sticky streams down Kyle's throat and across his wet body. Kyle had collapsed to the piss soaked ground, mindless to the wolf urine still soaking his fur.

Not much happened after that. Max redressed without a word and left the apartment, slamming the door behind him. Kyle came to his senses much later and realised how much he stank of sweat, cum and urine. Bathing off three sets of cum had been a nightmare, not to mention the strong scent of the mark left all over his body by the wolf, and eventually Kyle gave up trying to get his natural scent back in favour of collapsing on his bed.

Max had sent Kyle 'shopping' on a Sunday, so when Max didn't show up until Friday, Kyle just assumed the wolf was busy with work or other commitments. As much as the fox loved getting fucked by the wolf, he'd gone much longer without getting laid so he had no doubts he could hold out, albeit eagerly, until the wolf was ready to breed him some more.

And then Friday rolled around.

Sure enough, Max showed up and knocked on the door until Kyle, wearing nothing but one of the skimpy underpants Max had bought, let him in. The fox all but declared how needy he was for the wolf to take him again, to fuck him where ever and whenever he wanted. Prancing happily ahead, Kyle draped himself over the back of the couch and raised his tail high to allow an unobstructed view of his pantie covered hole. He looked back over his shoulder and wiggled his hips, fully expecting the wolf to come up behind and take him hard. Max had other plans and simply walked around the displayed fox, collapsed on the couch and turned on the TV.

With a huff of annoyance, Kyle stalked around the crouch and climbed into the wolf's lap, rocking his butt back and forth against Max's bulge, whispering into the grey canine's ear about how much of a desperate fox he was. A grunt of annoyance was all Kyle received for his effort, and Max shifted the barely clothed fox to the side saying how he was too tired. Disappointment clear on Kyle's face, he resigned himself to fetching the wolf a beer and snuggling against the side of the grey fur. Hopefully tomorrow he would get what he needed.

Unfortunately tomorrow was no better for Kyle. After sleeping alone in his room while Max slept on the couch, he had awoken amongst fox precum soaked sheets with a straining hard on. Max was already in the kitchen preparing a breakfast of bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast when Kyle entered. The fox rested up against the counter next to Max and folded his arms, his black pointed foxhood still extended and dripping. Kyle was sure Max heard him and had no doubt he noticed the stench of fox over the delicious smelling breakfast. His ears flattened when Max didn't even glance at the fox when he mentioned that food was nearly ready.

Not to be deterred, Kyle kept insisting for the wolf to take him, to claim him again and breed him deep. Throughout the day he teased himself and the wolf, never once dressing in a scrap of cloth. Afternoon shifted to night, but all that changed within the apartment was how much precum streaked along the slim white stomach of the fox. With a huff, Kyle stormed to his room and slammed the door, infuriated that Max would show up and not even touch him. Kyle slept fitfully that night, tossing and turning while he dreamt about a smoky wolf slipping into his room, climbing onto his bed and filling his needy tailhole with hard wolf cock.

Sunday was no better. Max didn't even make Kyle breakfast, instead leaving the fox in charge of feeding himself, which he did with a boring bowl of cereal. When Max mentioned that Kyle was running out of food and coffee, the fox nearly choked on his cereal. Was this what the wolf wanted? To leave him pent up and needy for a week before sending him back to the shops dressed in slutty clothing with a vibrator shoved up his rear? Kyle didn't know if he was relieved or disappointed when Max handed him some money and told him to get going. He still shivered at the thought of the mess he would have made in the shopping centre, and his pants tightened in result.

The rest of the Sunday passed by frustratingly sex-free, although that didn't stop Kyle from trying to rile the wolf into action. He even went as far as to lay back on the coffee table, still naked as ever, and shove his fingers deep within his rear while clenching a fist around his knot. After a short time thrusting against his fingers and pumping into his hand, he glanced back to Max to see if his plan was working. Max's only response was to turn the volume of the TV up to help drown out the fox's moaning, and shift to the side enough to see around the needy, but obstructing view. With a frustrated growl, Kyle stormed off to his room, belly fur mattered heavily with precum and drips marking his path.

Kyle had thought he'd be able to last until the wolf was ready to pounce him again. Obviously a week of hard pounding had increased his sex drive significantly, enough so that by now, he desperately needed the tingle deep inside him itched. The fact that Max still coming to his apartment didn't help at all. Every time Kyle walked through his door, he could smell the wolf and it brought back memories of how good he felt underneath said wolf, enough so for his pants to remain tented throughout the rest of the night. So Kyle took matters into his own paws and visited a sex shop on the way home from work on Monday. If the wolf wasn't going to help him, he would help himself. Quickly scanning through the selection, he decided on a knotted red canine toy, modelled after a wolf of course. It measured a total of seven inches including the thick knot at the base, and while it was no match for Max's own wolfhood, it would have to suffice.

Kyle returned home and packed away his new purchase in his bedside drawer before making a quick meal and settling down to watch some evening TV. That night Max arrived later than usual, but Kyle still let him in with the glimmer of hope of a hard pounding. Sure as the sky is blue, Max ignored the vulpine's advances leaving Kyle to retreated to his room, throwing open the drawer and fishing out his toy and lube.

The toy was strange to Kyle. He'd never needed a sex toy before because he'd usually been able to catch the eye of a man in a club or bar. Not that he'd needed relief often, in fact his friends were constantly commenting on his low sex drive, especially considering he was a fox. But now was different, he was a changed fox, one that needed that wolf to take him, but unfortunately this toy was the best he could do at the moment. Squeezing it gently and coating it with cool lube, Kyle found the silicon to be softer and squishier than normal flesh. The texture was strange as well, it was smooth even before he slickened it up and it was lacking the pulsing heat of a normal cock.

Positioning himself on his back, Kyle stared up at the ceiling and worked his paws from touch alone to align the tip of the fake cock with his hole. A soft, relaxing breath and a sharp push popped the head in without any troubles. From there a soft but steady push was all that was required from Kyle to slide the slick shaft inside his own rump. Kyle was expecting more, but then again, he was used to a much larger play toy. The fox couldn't hold back a gasp as he shoved the toy up to the top of the knot, mashing the tip against his prostate along the way.

This was what Kyle wanted, no this was what he needed. After over a week with nothing but his own paw to try sate his hunger, the itch inside him was getting unbearable. Just out of reach of his fingers, it teased him like the touch of a feather, only growing in intensity as the week dragged by. Kyle could tell how it was affecting his daily life; he was snappier at customers or co-workers, his uni work came to a stand-still and he occasionally caught himself staring at other males pants imagining what they were hiding and how they would feel on top of him. He'd blush and frantically look elsewhere on the few occasions he was caught staring below the belt, horribly embarrassed he couldn't control his base urges longer than a week.

A truly genuine smile graced Kyle's face the first time in what felt like forever for the normally cheerful fox. Slowly pulling back on the toy, Kyle withdrew the shaft until only the tip remained inside before forcing it back inside until the knot partially spread apart his ring further. Repeating the action, Kyle spread himself open wider against the knot and was surprised to see he was already up to the thickest midpoint already. Relaxing for a moment, the vulpine basked in the feeling of his ring stretched open from the thick flesh of the imaginary wolf above him, content to lie there for an eternity.

Kyle's fox cock was hard as steel, his knot inflated like a pressurized balloon and his white furred belly was streaked from shots of his own precum, but still he resisted the urge to grip his flesh and finish himself off. The itch inside his body was what he was after, and he had satisfied himself in that regard, perhaps now he could rest properly for the remainder of the night. A few more solid, moan-inducing thrusts and Kyle pulled back until the tip of the fake flesh popped out and flopped against his thigh. The frustration and excitement of the past week finally caught up to the fox causing him to leave the world behind and enter the land of dreams, heedless of the hulking dark shape in the doorway, its gaze staring at the sleeping fox like a blazing fire.

Sunlight streamed in through the cracks of the blinds followed by the soft chittering of birds flapping by the window. Kyle awoke feeling refreshed and eager to tackle the new day. He could still feel the pleasant tingle in his rump thanks to the toy resting inconspicuously by his thigh, the red blending in with his natural rusty fur colour. The sight and memory of what he was forced to do brought heat to his cheeks, regardless of the fact he was alone in his room. The sight of it also brought back memories of the wolf semi-living with him at the moment, but with a quick sniff, Kyle concluded the wolf had left again at some point during the night. Perhaps now that Max could see he could be replaced by a simple toy, he would be more inclined to re-assert his dominance over the fox. Kyle just hoped the wolf didn't realise how desperate Kyle had wished that it was the wolf filling him last night.

The rest of the week saw Kyle becoming increasingly familiar with his new sculpted wolfy toy. Max never returned on the following Tuesday, but Kyle barely spared him a thought as he returned home and headed straight to his room. Food could wait until later. This time, Kyle took the knot fully, screaming to the heavens in bliss while he unloaded his seed uncontrollably. When his pleasure filled noises stopped bouncing around the room, the fox glanced down and around only now realising how pent up he was. Cum matted all across his belly, his still open maw was half full with his own taste, one of his eyes was forced shut and his pillow would _definitely_need to be replaced. Swallowing, the horny vulpine enjoyed the taste of his own cum before running his hands up his body to collect up more to suck off his fingers.

Kyle left the toy plugged up his rear in for the rest of the night. Making dinner, the fox wriggled his hips happily, feeling the toy adjusting inside him and rubbing across his prostate. Eating dinner was no better as the vulpine couldn't stop bouncing gently in his chair until, with a strangled noise of pleasure, he came a second time. Coming back from cloud nine, Kyle discovered his food had gathered some extra flavouring. It seemed his pointed cock was aimed perfectly to add a creamy, slightly salty sauce of fox cum to his bowl of pasta and chicken. Grinning deviously, the fox munched happily at his newly flavoured meal, relishing how his essence added to the previously bland taste.

Max returned the next day and proceeded to for the rest of the week. Kyle was fine when the wolf continued to show him indifference; he had his toy and his imagination to satisfy him now. Well, that's what he thought initially. As the week drifted by, Kyle regularly found himself on his back with his paw thrusting the toy beneath his tail. But with each new day, the pleasure faded and the ache inside the fox returned stronger than before. The knot no longer brought that thrilling feeling when he tied himself, the tip stopped reaching as deep inside as he would have liked and there lacked the life that a proper fuck brought. By Friday night, Kyle's frustrations had inflamed beyond measure.

~

Growling softly, Kyle ripped out the dildo shoved up his rear. It just wasn't working for him after a week of heavy use, and now he craved something more, someone alive. He could smell Max still, so the wolf obviously stayed the night on his sofa in the next room over, and he was fairly certain his loud moans had woken up the wolf. Their dry spell had lasted now for nearly two weeks, but the wolf was still visiting him. Kyle was frustrated, angry and just outright confused as to the wolf's strange behaviour. A few deep breathes to calm his nerves, Kyle hopped out of bed and went to confront the wolf.

Max was seated on the couch when the fox walked in. The blanket he was using to keep warm during the night had partially fallen off him, revealing his muscular chest and toned stomach, but he hid his crotch from view with a large pillow. His ears visibly perked when he heard the telltale footsteps announcing the approaching fox, and he swivelled around to face Kyle. The vulpine was as naked as the day he was born, his cock had mostly retreated back into his sheath, but a small length of black still poked out betraying his previous actions, not that Max could deny he knew what the earlier noises meant. Max was about to turn away with the intention to re-dress and leave the fox's apartment, but that plan quickly came to a standstill when Kyle let out the most menacing sounding growl he could manage. Of course it was nothing Max was scared of, he sounded like an angry little cub, but the implication was clear and so he returned his focus to the other male.

Kyle came right out and said it "Max. You're not standing up until you tell me why you've be this way for this past few weeks." The fox put his hands on his hips and glared down at the seated fur, tail twitching in obvious displeasure. "I'm sick of beating around the bush so don't give me bullshit. Are you tired of me? If so, why are you here?" Kyle continued, "Tell me! If you're not going to fuck me, speak to me or even look at me! Then- then get out of here! Stop tormenting me!" and was shocked when the huge, normally confident wolf flattened his ears and dropped his gaze to the floor.

"I.. I'm sorry K-Kyle." Max mumbled to the ground. This bizarre behaviour coming from the wolf astonished Kyle. Max even used his name! He hardly ever spoke his name, and in some moments Kyle honestly believed the wolf forgot his name in favour of 'little fox'.

"Then why? Do I disgust you? The stupid, slutty fox who lets anyone with a cock fuck him?" Kyle said, on the verge of tears.

"No! Of course you don't disgust me! I just - I wanted you to myself, I wanted you to be my fox but when you came home smelling like another fur, it made me angry, no, furious at the tiger, at you" The wolf gazed up longingly, pain stricken face staring right in the fox's eyes, "And at myself, more than anyone. I felt inadequate, like I wasn't enough for you and you had to go to another man to get what I couldn't provide."

"Don't be ridiculous, if you were anymore man than you are, my butt would tear." Kyle replied, caught off guard that the wolf thought it was his own fault.

"I'm not talking about the size of my dick, I'm talking about me. I have trouble expressing my emotions and thoughts. My normal way of communicating is through actions, or lack thereof. This right here is new to me, but I'm more than willing to talk if it means keeping you." Max took a deep breath before continuing. "The day you came back smelling like tiger, I snapped a little and felt an urge, a _need,_to dominate and claim you. The next few days, well, let's just say I wasn't in a good place and I didn't come back for a while because I felt betrayed."

"But we've only known each other for a short time! And everything up until this point has been purely sex." Kyle was exasperated at this point, he'd assumed they were just fuck-buddies and nothing more, had he gotten the wrong impression?

"I know, and after a couple of days to cool down I realised how mindless I was being." Max confessed. He was still seated on the couch, the pillow had fallen away at some point to reveal his naked lower body but both fur's had long since lost their arousal. Early afternoon sunlight washed across the handsome wolf's body, illuminating the apparent discomfort of his situation. Kyle visibly relaxed at the sight. This might just be the most vulnerable Max has ever been, and the fox wasn't about to take out his anger on him, not just yet anyway.

"So you realised I wasn't at fault and you came back, but then continued to ignore me for another week and a half. We're only talking now because I'm forcing the issue." Kyle stated.

"I never said you weren't partly to blame little fox, you were the one that came back reeking of someone else." Countered the wolf.

"Which wasn't helped at all by you! If it makes you feel any better, it wasn't _entirely_consensual. I didn't drag him somewhere to fuck, in fact he cornered me and dragged me off. I was just too far gone to stop him, which is what happens when you shave a vibrator up my ass and send me shopping by the way." Kyle answered and stalked forward to prod the wolf in the chest.

"You're right I know, I shouldn't have ignored you but it was my own moronic way of punishing you. I wanted to leave you alone, but I also wanted to be with you so I decided on a middle ground. I would visit, but I would show you indifference until you wanted me as much as I wanted you." Max confessed.

"Oh? You wanted me this entire time? I've been desperate for you, I even made sure to moan extra loud for you, Wuff."

"Wuff?"

"Well you always call me 'little fox' so I wanted my own name to call you. Thought it suited you considering you're all bark and no bite." Teased the fox, completely aware of how much 'bite' the wolf really was.

"Rrrr I'll show you how hard I can bite, little fox."

"Hush Wuff, now answer my question, what did you want to do with me?"

"More than anything I wanted to touch you, kiss you, and then fuck you. I wanted to subdue your moans with my cock, and then make you yell louder when I filled your depths. I wanted to cum down your throat and up your ass, then drag you to the shower and wash you with my piss." Max growled in response.

"Mmmm sounds like you might need to make up for lost time, Wuff. Do you wanna know what happened when you turned the vibe up to full while I was at the shops?" Asked the fox as he straddled the lupine's lap, legs spread on either side of Max's thighs, gently rocking against the quickly thickening sheath below him. His own foxhood sprung out of his white sheath like a lunging snake, dripping foxy precum across the lupine's belly fur.

Max could only rumble in pleasure as his wolfhood was coaxed from its hiding place, the faint breath from the fox tickled against his ear when Kyle leaned close to him.

"There I was, alone in the aisle with my dick hard and trapped against my waistband, it's hard to hide an erection while in a skirt, when the most sudden, intense feeling I have every experienced shook me. When I came to, I was on all fours, nearly begging for someone, anyone, to fuck me right there in the shopping centre. Oh I was so horny, I couldn't stop myself from leaking all over the floor, and I made a huge puddle on the ground below me. The smell of fox was so strong, there was no way anyone could mistake what the puddle I left behind was. Makes me wonder if they checked the security cameras and saw how desperate I was." Kyle was whispering by the end of his recount. He sat back gently and grinned when he felt the full pulsing length slide against his wagging tail, thrilled he was about to get what he'd been craving for the past two weeks.

"Wait! Stop for a second." Gasped Max. His erection was hard as steel and significantly lubed already thanks to two weeks without release. Kyle tilted his head in confusion when the wolf's paws grasped his hips to hold the fox still. "Let's talk more first. Otherwise we'll be lost in our rut and lose this chance to be open with each other."

Kyle stilled his hips and rested his hands around the wolf's neck. His cheeks still cradled Max's hardness, but Kyle knew the wolf was right, they should talk and get things off their chest now before continuing.

"Alright then Wuff, what do you want to know?"

"Let's keep it simple for now. How old are you? Where do you work? Any family? And what's your favourite position to get fucked in?"

"I'm 22. I study part time and work part time at a café nearby but my parents help me out with rent and a few other expenses. Family lives in New South Wales, but I travelled here to Sydney because I got accepted into the nearby university to study commerce. And I love when I get to ride a cock at my own pace, bonus points if his arms are tied down so I can really take my time. Same questions, you answer." Responded Kyle.

"Well I'm 27. I work for a construction company which operates in several countries. Family lives at home in the states but I travelled here years ago and decided to stay."

"Construction company ay? Makes sense for a big guy like you."

"Actually I'm the district manager. I'm rather good at uhh... I suppose you could say 'controlling people'. Jobs I work on generally get completed early and below budget, so I rose in the ranks swiftly." Max said, grinning.

"You think you can control me, Wuff? Doesn't matter, you've yet to answer the last question. What position would you like me in?" Kyle queried.

"Well personally, I like to pin my little bitch to the bed, or against the wall, just completely blanket him and then, while restraining his paws, fuck him silly until he cums hands-free all over himself." The wolf leaned in close to whisper in the fox's ear. "And I know I can control you, bitch."

"So we both like our partner restrained while we're in control to have our way with them. I wonder how this will pan out."

"The difference, little fox, is that I can hold you down with only one paw. Good luck trying to keep me down."

"Well would you stop me now if I wanted to have my way with you?" The fox asked, but before Max could answer, the devious vulpine silenced him by pressing their muzzles together. Kyle's authority over the pace of the kiss quickly evaporated when Max gripped the back of his head and mashed their muzzles together harder. Kyle eagerly parted his lips and let the thick wolf tongue inside to wrestle with his own slimmer fox tongue. While they kissed, Kyle started gyrating his hips against Max's full wolfhood, and moaned breathlessly into the open mouthed tongue wrestle.

The devious vulpine reached down below him and grasped a hold of Max's cock to help position it at his entrance. As soon as the tip was lined up, he wasted no time in sinking down slowly, sighing in content as he scratched his inflamed need to be filled. Kyle continued to lower his hips until he was rested flush on the wolf's lap, the inflated knot partially stretching him open wider. Kyle lifted himself up until the tapered tip of Max's wolfhood popped out completely before settling back on the wolf's tree trunk sized thighs. He pressed his own length against the wolf's much larger one, wrapped both his paws around them both, and stroked lightly to tease the wolf a little bit longer.

It wasn't until the wolf took charge of the situation that Kyle relented, although by that stage he didn't have much choice. Strong grey paws clasped firmly at the fox's round bubble butt and forcefully lifted him into the air. When he was in position, Max simply dropped him without mercy leaving the poor fox to sink down to the root of his sex. Kyle threw back his head and moaned to the heavens, the sudden full feeling causing his claws to flex where they clutched on the wolf's shoulder.

The wolf wasted no time to using the fox's hole as a living sex toy, manhandling him up and down his shaft and aided by periodic thrusts. By now Max was being ruthless with the smaller male, grunting and thrusting, stuffing him full over and over. He was getting close to forcing his knot into the male and erupt with a two-week pent up load. He pulled down on the fox's hips until his knot was at the mid-point, nearly stretching Kyle's hole to the point of no return, but he stopped himself before he tied his fox.

"Kyle, hold up for a second, I should ask you something." Max said, placing his hands on Kyle's hips to still his bouncing.

"Hmm? Are you sure I need to stop completely?" The fox responded, grinding deep on the start of the grey wolf's inflated knot and causing a shiver to run down Max's spine.

"Rrr fine, but you taking my knot very soon if you keep that up."

"With pleasure, now ask away, I've been waiting for this and you're not going to deny me for much longer." Kyle said while reaching a paw down below himself to grip tight at the knot resting near his entrance.

"Do you enjoy it when I do stuff like when I sent you to the shops dressed up the way I wanted?"

The fox really did come to a complete stop at the question before answering "Well it was really embarrassing and demeaning. There were a few moments when I was seriously tempted to rip out your extra addition, but I honestly didn't know what to do with it without making a huge scene. It was quite loud you know."

"Oh... I'm sorry, I'll restrain myself in future and not force you to do something you're not comfortable with."

"I wasn't finished, Wuff." And bopped the wolf on the nose. "I felt like I could die, or crawl under a rock for a while, or drop to my knees and masterbate in the middle of the centre. But, you didn't force me or threaten me, and I could have said no at any point. What I'm trying to say is... yes, I liked it and you can tell me to do more... stuff if you agree that I can so no at any time if I seriously feel upset with whatever you suggest." Kyle finished stating his condition.

Max couldn't help but break out in a toothy grin, growling in excitement at the new possibilities opened up to him. "Of course foxy, of course. And now with that out of the way..." A sudden, forceful thrust caught Kyle completely unawares and he could barely hold his scream of ecstasy in check when the fat lump of wolf knot punch his relaxed hole open and locked their hips together.

"Ohhhh fuck, that's what I was needing." Kyle moaned out while burying his muzzle in the thick white fluff found along Max's broad chest. The pair remained still for a moment, basking in the intense feeling of tying with another fur.

Max was the first to start moving, rocking his hips gently to churning his full knot inside the fox's well-stuffed hole and grinding his prostate in the process. Sharp tingles of pleasure shot through the fox and stirred him into action. With how limited his movement now was, he was restricted to quick, frantic bouncing. Lifting his hips up until the knot stretched out his hole slightly and stopped him, Kyle dropped down one final time and exposed his neck for his domineering wolf.

Max happily embraced the opportunity presenting to him and latched onto Kyle's scruff. He was quickly coming close to emptying his balls, and welcomed the tightening of the hole he was buried in signalling Kyle's own approaching orgasm. Holding the fox still, Max let the repeatedly clenching and relaxing hole finish him off. The only warning Kyle received was Mac tightening his jaws nearly to the point of closing his windpipe, and a deep growl that reverberated down his body.

Thick, viscous strings of wolf cum erupted from Max's cock slit, filling the fox with his slick warmth. Kyle had experienced Max's orgasms before so he was aware of what to expect. The problem this time was that Max had been aroused and teased for two weeks without release meaning the wolf was much more pent up than usual. Max's orgasm refused to abate, his cum was quickly flooding the fox's insides and his engorged knot blocked the only exit. That was the tipping point for Kyle as well, his own foxhood pouring seed between the two fur's bodies.

The stench of cum and sweat overwhelmed all other scents in the apartment. Max's load finally began to ebb until he left the fox with a slight but visible bulge in his normally slim stomach, almost as if he was pregnant. Max released the scruff of Kyle's neck from his jaws and licked gently across the bite marks he'd left behind. Kyle relaxed into his afterglow and snuggled up closer against the wolf, prepared to sleep until they could separate.

Max licked fondly across the side of Kyle's muzzle, his tongue practically covered the entirety of the vulpine's slender snout with saliva. "Are you aware you have some perverted neighbours across the road?" He asked.

"Hmmm, what makes you say that?" Questioned the fox, tilting his head to try and get away from the slobbery muscle.

"Well there's a kind-looking, old deer lady in the other apartment building watching us." Max pointed out the rather large window taking up most of one of the walls, and faced across a narrow street to the apartment block on the other side.

"WHAT?! How long's she been watching us?" Kyle wretched around as far as possible while limited by the thick knot tying him in place on the wolf's lap, his afterglow forgotten in a blind panic.

"Since shortly after you climbed up on my lap. I wonder if your moaning would carry that far. Would hate for her to be without sound, maybe we should open the window a touch?"

"She's been watching us this whole time and you said nothing?!"

"I didn't think you would mind, she certainly doesn't mind." Max waved at the old deer, and received a wave back in return.

"Well I do mind! Now lift me up and close the blinds, I'm kind of... stuck to you still..."

"What do you mean by stuck? Do you mean my fat knot is locked deep up your ass holding in my cum?"

"Sh-shut up and close the blinds."

"Yes foxy, of course. Hold on tight now, the less you squirm the better." And with that, Max hoisted himself, and the fox attached to his crotch, up from the couch. Kyle wrapped his arms around Max's broad neck and clasped his paws together while his ass clenched tight around the thick flesh lodge in his rear. Max stifled a growl when the pressure on his knot retightened significantly, and released another string of potent wolf seed to join the rest pooling in the other male's belly.

"On second thought, maybe you shouldn't order the big bad wolf around." Max said and walked over to the large window until the fox was pressed flush against the cold glass. A large, grey paw gripped the base of the fox's tail and forced it up, giving a perfectly unobstructed view of his full rump to the neighbouring apartments, as well as to the furs on the narrow street below.

"M-Max please, there's people on the street that can see us, close the blinds!"

"All this movement made me hot and bothered again, maybe I'll close the blinds after another round or two."

"No, no, no! Max! Put me down o- mmfff or close the blinds or something! Tho- aaahh those are my neighbours!" But this wasn't Kyle's decision, and despite how much he wanted to deny it, he was loving being the centre of attention to countless furs around, and Max knew it. Anymore protests died in Kyle's throat when the wolf latch his jaws around the scruff of his neck and gnawed at his pleasure spot.

~

Kyle groaned painfully when he awoke the following morning. After two more times pressed up against the window, the wolf had waiting for his knot to shrink before dragging the fox to the bathroom for a more 'personal' shower, one that Kyle was quickly becoming familiar with. After another quick, proper shower, Max carried the small male to his bedroom and ruined what little good the cleansing shower had done. Needless to say, Kyle now felt like his rump was on fire and his fur was matted something horrible, part of it stuck to the sheets due to the glue like wolf cum coating him.

As much as he would have enjoyed a nice long bath, his stomach rumbled, loudly announcing the reality that he had missed dinner last night in favour of more time with wolf cock inside him, and the sweet smell of bacon drifting past was not helping in the slightest. Grumbling, Kyle trudged to the kitchen while leaning heavily against the wall in a futile attempt to ease the discomfort under his tail.

The grey wolf in his kitchen was dressed in nothing but a flimsy apron and made for a _very_delicious sight, but a slight stumble brought a yelp from his muzzle which alerted Max to his presence. Max circled around, revealing how little the apron helped to cover the protruding bulge his more than modest sheath formed in the fabric. With a swift movement, Max scooped the fox up in his arms and carried him bridal style to a chair on the other side of the kitchen counter, situating him gently on a cushion already thoughtfully placed on one of the high chairs.

"Smell delicious, hun." Said Kyle.

"Hun is it now? Mmm, I like it." Max decided. "But this isn't for you, at least not yet. I made you one of my special breakfast smoothies to help keep you strong for later. You'll need your energy with how much you've been trying to tease me the past week." He said, and placed a large glass full of thick off-white coloured liquid in front of the smaller male.

"It's warm, did you just make it?" Kyle remarked.

"Yep, just finished adding the last ingredient moments before you walked in."

"What's in it?" Kyle was sceptical, he'd mostly only had cold breakfast smoothies and didn't want the wolf slipping him something disgusting like kale, or whatever the fruit equivalent was.

"Oh just normal stuff like banana, mango, some yogurt and milk, a touch of nutmeg and cinnamon..." Max trailed off.

Feeling comfortable, Kyle took a large gulp of the warm breakfast liquid and was surprised at the flavours washing over his tastebuds. It was actually quite delicious and the fox had no problem continuing to gulp slowly at his meal.

"... but mostly it consists of my cum. I only just finished unloading when you walked in, I'm surprised you didn't smell it." Max finished, grinning at the reaction he provoked from the now bristling fox.

Kyle choked and coughed on the mouthful of what he now knew to be mostly wolf cum, some dribbling from his mouth only adding to the mess in his fur. "Wha- *cough* what!? I dunno, I thought that was me I could smell, but that's beside the point! You came in a glass, added some stuff and fed it to me! What made you think that was a good idea?"

"You don't like it? You seemed to be happily drinking it a few moments ago, what changed?"

"Yeah... well uhh..." But the fox ran out of excuses and resigned himself to finish off his breakfast made and prepared so lovingly by the wolf. While the fur dutifully swallowed down the rest of the still warm wolf cum drink, Max whispered sweet nothings in his ear such as 'How much do you like the taste of my seed?' and 'I'll give you another serve when you finish, this time straight from the source'.

Kyle was blushing a red so deep it showed up through his white facial fur when max picked him up delicately and carried him over to the sofa. The big wolf placed Kyle on his knees while Max himself sat back on the seat, sheath directly in front of Kyle's nose. A brief adjustment period later and Max had cupped his hand around the back of Kyle's head and directed him to his slowly revealing cock, still wet with seed from his previous orgasm.

Max quickly relaxed in his seat, laying his head back and opening his mouth to allow his tongue to flop out and drool saliva from the corner of his mouth. Both his paws encompassed the fox's head while he directed the suckling male in how quickly he wanted his cock swallowed. Max felt his knot swell and he huffed in anticipation, bucking his hips up against the fox's muzzle, his surprisingly full balls bouncing against the other male's chin. The wolf released a sharp bark and roughly held the fox's muzzle in placed while his salty-sweet cum bubbled up his shaft and shot in abundant pulses down his throat. Gasping in the throes of orgasm, while Kyle still struggled with the flood of wolf seed, Max leant over to whisper in Kyle's ear.

"There's a good fox. My good fox."