Foxes (M/M) (Pt. 6 of "Under The Devil's Eye")
#6 of Under the Devil's Eye
"Foxes", part 6 of "Under the Devil's Eye"
by H. A. Kirsch (HawkWolf)
Copyright 2006.
Chadrick Fox copyright himself.
All other characters copyright H. A. Kirsch
Most stores have some sort of doorbell, be it an electronic chime or a rattling little bell.
Black and Silver Leather had handcuffs. Police cuffs, metal and leather cuffs, prison shackles. When Hawk shoved the door open, the rattle made anyone nearby look up from what they were doing. That anyone was only Anthony the tiger at the moment.
"Thought you were never coming back. Come to see a cat?" The striped feline said, looking up from a rather menacing sex toy sitting on the counter. The cat brandished it.
"Well, coming to see the cat's store. What the hell is that thing?" Hawk pointed a half-gloved finger.
Up came the toy again, a silicone thing the size of the wolf's arm. It had a textured grip handle at one end, a knurled ring about halfway up, and a contoured series of blobs curving up to a small round tip. "This? This is the Power Probe." Tony was reading from the package. "The Power Probe gives you an extra thrill for each rounded inch, the throb of penetration again and again. The gentle curvature helps-"
"Ungh. That thing would come out my mouth. That's gross." Hawk made a face and wandered around in front of the main glass counter, eyes flicking back to a display case of multicolored bottles and vials.
"So what brings you here? Got anything you're looking for?"
The wolf shrugged. "Well. I think I'm set for clothes right now. I need some... tools. Gear, you know. Just got paid and sacked away all the bills. You know how that is."
The tiger crossed his arms and nodded. Tony had always looked like a thug, despite not being nearly as built as, say, Clyde. The two of them had been acquaintances, and Hawk had studied with the bengal a few times at Clyde's urging, so the cat didn't fail. Now, he had on a leather muscle shirt and eye-popping orange leather jeans, a single black stripe down each leg, a pair of western work gloves on his hands. He was as far from a basketball player as possible. "Well. Are we talking toys of the 'marital aid' variety, or the 'chains that bind' variety?"
"We're talking the, I've never bought sex toys so I want everything variety. I think I'll just look around for now," Hawk said, feeling suddenly small inside. The tough, black wolf who tied up a fox in an abandoned brownstone the other week now didn't even know if he wanted a dildo or something with d-rings.
"Just holler if you need me, then."
Hawk nodded, and started to wander. The wolf wondered to himself if it was abnormal that he didn't find anything in the store shocking. Even the sight of a german shepherd mannequin, bound up in an astonishing array of mummification leather gear and pony-play equipment, snout through the bars of a metal puppy cage, didn't faze him. He got the sinking feeling that maybe he was insane, or lacking a conscience..
Or being stared at. The wolf's muzzle flipped back over his shoulder, in time to see something. He didn't know what it was. He stared ahead at a layout of enema equipment. The feeling slowly came up, two spots of black in a chance reflection on a piece of metal. Hawk spun just in time to see a black nosepad disappear around the corner of the next aisle.
"Give me a break," he growled, and stalked around, grabbing the two racks of clothes. Looking startled and flustered was a fairly small red fox. "Why are you spying on me?"
The fox huffed. "Just thought you looked familiar. Like someone I met." The vulpine pretended to look at something else. "A wolf."
"Yeah, not surprising, since I am a wolf," Hawk snorted. "Well, so what, am I not your little friend?"
"I don't know... 'my little friend' wouldn't wear a shirt like that. He'd wear head to toe leather gear. And these really awesome boots."
Hawk narrowed his eyes, looking down his nose at the fox. "Yeah?"
"And he had this screwed up friend who seemed really fucked up all the time."
Hawk clicked his teeth together. "You know what's funny? I have a screwed up 'friend' who seems really fucked up all the time. Just how did you meet this wolf?"
The fox's ears perked straight up, the brush-tail becoming animated. "Uh. Well, errfff. He.. met me at this club, and then.. kind of convinced me to follow him... and then.."
"You idiot, you're staring right at him! You're.. uh.." Hank searched his brain. Just as the fox was opening his muzzle, he spat it out. "Chad, right?"
"Wow. No way! Imagine that. Meeting a big, nasty wolf at a leather store."
Hawk rolled his eyes. "Who'dve thought? Look, what was that about my shirt? You don't like this shirt?"
"You're such a thug. Are you part of the mafia or something? Look at that, you even have a necklace!"
The wolf glared. "I'm from Jersey. It's casual Friday, alright? I got off work and came right on over here, because ... you know. I was kind of excited about maybe buying something fun." Hawk's outfit consisted of a blue and white hawaiian shirt, nothing underneath, a cowboy belt, black jeans, and his tall stovepipe black cowboy boots.
"You can wear that at *work*? No fucking way. Where the hell do yo work?" The fox's tail was as bushed out as it could get. Hawk just leaned on the rack.
"A company."
"Ha ha, funny."
"So anyway, I guess I'm sorry about last week."
"What? Sorry? That was awesome!"
Hawk felt uncomfortable. "Oh."
Chad walked over to a big wall display of restraints. "Anyway. So, which one's better, this or this?" The fox pointed one black finger at a leather sleeve arm binder and one finger at what looked like two shoulder-length opera gloves with an elaborate harness attaching them together.
"What, which looks better?"
"I guess..."
Hawk looked. He pictured Chad in both, ears growing hot, a bulge filling up his pants. He growled to himself.
"What?"
The wolf looked back down to the vulpine. "I think I like the one on the right. Those glove things... it looks like it's not going to come off. And it's snug fitting, you know, you'd feel it more. And it just looks... hotter."
"Hmmf. Well. It's also more money. Dammnit. Hang on, I gotta check something."
The fox darted off, Hawk following lazily. There wasn't anything hugely special about Chad - he had on a camp shirt and jeans, a pair of leather casual shoes, neatly trimmed fur. Nice to look at, definitely shapely. In leather, if the wolf's memory served him right, the fox was very alluring.
Chad was up at the counter, tail swaying back and forth. "Hey. I have an order I placed a while back."
"Name?"
"Chadrick Fox."
Hawk grinned and sputtered out a chuckle. "You're kidding me. A fox-"
"Named Fox, I know I know, I know, I know I know, it's a family name and it goes back before the fall. So there."
Tony was rifling through some index cards, and then pulled out a black satin bag. "Here it is." Out of the bag came a long, braided rope. "Wow. Now that's impressive. Never seen leather rope before."
Hawk watched as Chad fondled the rope. "Mrrrr. I want to get one of those arm binders too," the vulpine chirped. "But I can't, this is too expensive. Right? Tell me it's too expensive." There had to be enough of it to tie someone down to the tracks.
"Well, the quote was 250. John wrote down 275 for final price. That's that."
"Urr. Dammnit. Fine..." the fox groused, getting out his wallet. A swipe of a card later, he had his leather braided rope back in its bag. "Thanks."
Hawk grinned at the fox. "You're naughty."
"That's an understatement, Hawk. Seeya." The fox grinned up at the wolf, then made his way out the door.
"You two friends?" Tony said, leaning back onto his stool.
The black wolf shrugged. "We know each other. So.. uh." He looked to see if Chad was outside yet - he was. "Can you recommend something for, you know, anal play?"
"Hmm. On yourself or on someone else?"
"I guess.. myself. And... uh, which one of these would you recommend?" Hawk pointed a black claw a the display case. "A friend of mine let me have a few whiffs of that stuff the other night, and I felt real loose."
"First things first, big wolf. Especially if you're going to be messing with that stuff, you want something real sensuous. A lot of feel to it." Tony sounded like he was talking about a gun, or a fine sword, or wine. The big cat left his post behind the counter and made his way to the wall where all the sex toys hung. "You want realistic, artsy, what?"
"Crap. I don't know." The wolf shrugged. "Why'd you ask if it was for me or someone else?"
Tony took down a rather sizable box and opened it up. "Suction cup." The dong inside was not hugely realistic, although it had quite a nicely shaped and plump glans knob - it swelled and rippled along the length. "This kind of thing, this is nice for slow work. Really feeling every inch. Here."
Suddenly, Hawk was holding a dildo. "Huh. It's kind of big."
"Well, you said you wanted to get some poppers. That stuff'll really loosen you up. Then it'll feel like you're sticking a pencil in."
Hawk shrugged again. "And if I want to get really hard action?"
"You find a horse. Actually, they don't do it hard. But, anyway, you probably want something that's sturdy and pretty evenly shaped. Like this."
Hawk had to set down the first tool as Tony got down the second. "I have this one at home. Soft enough that it feels real, firm enough that the curve will twist your tail into a fucking spiral."
The dong was very realistic, definitely humanoid. It also beat Hawk out in the size department, especially in girth. "Hmm. I like this. It's big. Impressive. And it's black."
"Haha, yeah.. that's surprisingly popular. If you want some of the more exotic ones, we have them in the probing section. The wolf ones, for example.. they're really more like really big butt toys than full dildos. Once that knot's in, they're not moving."
"Mmm, I think... I think these will do."
"Whoa there, both?"
"Yeah. You know. Sweet and sour." Hawk put the first dildo back into its box, the cat handling the second. They made their way back over to the counter. "Hey, you know, I've been in a sex shop once before. A few years ago. I kind of sneaked in while my dad was showing me around L.A. How come sales people don't just try to make you buy stuff? If I go to a clothing store, they just want my money."
"People won't fork over the money if they're scared."
"Scared?"
"Think about it."
The cat started ringing things up. Hawk suddenly perked. "Wait, wait-"
"Oh right!" Tony huffed. "Yeah. So, everything in this case except this-" He withdrew a cobalt blue vial, "Is pretty much crap. I sell it because guys swear that this brand is better than that brand, but this stuff... it hits hard, and when it starts to go bad, it doesn't make your head pound."
The wolf inspected it. "Hmm. Okay. Cool. So, that's it. Oh wait, dammnit. I wanted a cock ring."
"Down, boy! Last time you came in here, you walked away with a mint!"
"I want something that looks as cool as it works. I love that... something around my cock. It feels cool."
"Then you want this. I haven't even put them out yet. Nice solid metal, heavy but not real wide. Just enough to feel it, not enough that it's going to get stuck. Take your pick." Three rings were out on the glass in a matter of moments, from a nondescript white box. Hawk picked the middle one.
"Okay." Transaction and-"You're all set."
"Thanks man. I'll uh, let you know if your advice works out next time I come by."
Hawk felt strange carrying a black toughpaper bag out of the store. Obviously, it was something he'd bought, and no random person would know there were two sizable dildos and a vial of poppers in it. Anyone who did know what the bag meant would know the wolf was being a bad, naughty wolf. Then again, if they knew...
He nearly walked into Chad. "What the hell are you doing standing in the middle of the sidewalk?!" Pause. "Oh, it's you."
"I'm waiting for a bus!"
"Huh." Hawk stood there.
"Well? Why are *you* standing in the middle of the sidewalk?"
The wolf tried to keep as neutral a face as he could. "Uh, so where do you live?"
"Why, so you can stalk me?"
"No, so I can drive you home. If you live on the way.."
"I live on Lamont, the other side of town.."
"That's on the way. Come on."
They got in Hawk's truck, which immediately horrified the fox. "This is awful, you drive one of these?"
"Yeah? You want to explain why it's so awful?" Hawk hauled himself into the H1, Chad having to climb up.
"It's a fucking Hummer!"
Hawk started it with a clattering diesel rumble. "This fucking Hummer was my Uncle's. When he bit it, I got his house, his truck, and his money."
"Lucky shit."
"Yeah, well. Look at me, I'm jubilant," Hawk growled, and they drove off. "So, uh. What do you do, anyway?"
"I, uh, go to school."
Hawk narrowed his eyes. "What kind of school?"
"College! I'm not that young! I'm 19. I'm at LTC. I want to get into meterologic sciences."
"You want to be a weatherman."
"Well, maybe. Maybe I want to do something better, but it's hard and I hate school. And I don't know if I want to be on TV." The fox looked out the window. "You drive fast."
"I don't take my time."
"You'll get a ticket."
"I can stare holes through anyone."
"You'd try to stare down a cop?!"
"Well, the first time, probably."
Chad squirmed in his seat - Hawk looked over and saw that fox trying to adjust an erection so it matched up with a crease in his jeans.
"You said Lamont, right?"
"Shit, that wasn't very long. I guess I'm so used to the fucking bus. Uh, mine's the little beige house."
"You go to college, and you have a house?"
"This is a shitty neighborhood!" The fox yowled. "It's cheap. And it's a duplex. And I have a job too, I intern at WXPL."
"Hmm. Well, ride's over. Out."
"Hrrmph, yourself."
Hawk glared. "Give me your phone number."
"What?"
"I said, give me your phone number. So we can do something without having to meet at that bar."
The fox dug out his phone and pushed a button on it. Hawk's chirped, and he saved the number away. "There. Was that so bad?"
"Hrrr, asshole." The fox stalked off towards the steps of his house. As Hawk was driving away, the wolf looked back - Chad was discreetly trying to stare.
Hawk had planned on testing out his new catches as soon as he got home, but after delivering the fox, he had sex on his mind. Sex with someone else, not alone in his bedroom. Maybe going down to The Pit wouldn't be so bad... maybe Alzarre wouldn't be such a schmuck, maybe he'd find someone fun.. maybe the fox would be there.
What To Wear? Hawk went down to the basement, opened up his leather collection. He'd been either dressing swank or like a hard-ass top wolf lately - time for a little biker wolf. His trusty big-collar motorcycle jacket, newly conditioned and cleaned up; long riding gauntlets, the cuffs freshly shined; codpiece pants he'd picked up from Black and Silver; bar chaps he'd gotten online a couple years back, with a custom extra wide belt and chrome buckle with an onyx inlay he'd made after-hours at Lainsville Tech's metal shop; high-shine knee-high Chippewa engineer boots, complete with metal ankle chains and a spur strap sans spurs he found at a garage sale; and no hat.
A loud thrum came from across the room, turning into a rattle. The wolf's cell phone buzzed on the top of Hawk's toy trunk - mostly empty - until it fell off the edge. He grabbed it up.
"Hi, is this uh, Hawk?" The voice was recognizably... vulpine.
"No."
"What? Are you kidding? Asshole-"
"Kidding! Kidding! Dammnit, who's this?"
"Rrrrr, it's Chad, do you want to come over? I'm lonely..." The fox dragged on the last syllable. Hawk imagined him rolling around and pouting. It was cute, but alluring. He shook his head.
"What? Well, I was gonna go out, but-"
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Is that what you're wearing? Put the phone so I can see!"
Hawk stared down at the phone - he was looking at the excited face of the fox he'd just been talking to at the leather shop. "Huh. You know, I've never made one of those video call things. Do I hold it like this?"
"That's the wall! Turn it around! Like you're talking into it, dumbass."
Hawk flipped the clamshell around and held it out at arm's length. A piercing squeal came out of the speaker.
"Huh, did I break something?"
"Oh my god! You get in that big fucking truck of yours and get your leather-clad ass over to my house or I'm going to, I'm going to, you'll regret it."
"Why? I bet someone at the bar-"
The small screen filled up with fur and a pink tailhole. "You get this, for free, no asking, no messing around! Look at this nice, tight fox hole! Mmmm, I bet that big, black dick of yours-"
"Shut up and get yourself all pretty."
The wolf clapped the phone shut and stalked off up the stairs.
He showed up to the fox's doorstep in a black leather blazer, black leather jeans, and cowboy boots.
"Awww, where's all that hot gear?"
"It's in my truck, in a big duffel bag. I'm not going to fuck around and stand out here looking like Tom of Finland. Think of your neighbors."
"My neighbors fuck in the front windows."
"Hey. You know what? I don't see you carrying my stuff." Hawk jabbed Chad in the chest. The fox flatted his ears and pushed out past the wolf.
Hawk stepped inside, looking around the living room. After a few moments, Chad came back in, groaning and dropped the bag.
"What the fuck's in here? Bricks?"
"Leather's heavy. Nice place you got. So what the hell were you buying at that store?" Hawk kept wandering, into the dining area, then the kitchen.
"Braided leather rope."
Hawk took out a glass, poured himself some water, and put it back. "Leather rope."
"Uh-huh." Chad was dragging the duffel across the floor. "Seriously, what the fuck's in here?"
"All the shit I have. You never know when you need something fun to wear." The black wolf got out an ice cube and sucked on it, clacking it between his teeth.
"Stop eating all my food!"
"You're a little punk, you know that? Where are you going with that bag?"
"My fucking bedroom. Now come on."
Hawk lingered in the hallway, spied the bathroom, and made for it. "Sorry, I have to take a piss. Amuse yourself for a few minutes."
"It doesn't take a few minutes to pee!" Chad complained, from inside his bedroom. Hawk closed the door to the bathroom and did his business. Chad really was a little punk - maybe he had a ball gag or a bit, maybe a muzzle in his bedroom that the wolf could shut his bitchy mouth up with.
Hawk also took a moment to brush his teeth, then headed back for Chad's room. He tried the knob - no luck. "Hey, I thought you wanted me to hurry up. Open the fucking door."
"Nuh-uh, you took too long, now you don't get any fox."
"Well shit, at least give me back all my leathers."
"No! Mmrrrr, this stuff is so hot, oh god, I'm going to jerk off on all of it-"
Hawk pounded. "Knock it off and open-"
He was face to face with Chad, done up in leather gear. Black tight chaps, tall black cowboy boots, a tight black vest, black western gloves. The wolf's duffel was on the floor, undisturbed. "Mmm, you're minty. Did you brush your teeth with my toothbrush, asshole?" Chad was almost chirpy.
"Okay, so .. damn. Well, looks like you're all ready, huh?"
Chad sidled up to the black wolf, gloved fingers splaying over Hawk's package. "And you're not. I don't see that nice, black dick coming out of your pants yet. Here, let me fix that." The vulpine unbuttoned the leather, pulling black flesh out. "Mmm, now take off the rest."
"What? You want me to take off all my leather?"
Chad gave the wolf's balls a tough squeeze, wringing a grunt out of the lupine. "Just do it. I want to show you something. Besides, it's not like you don't have more."
Hawk stripped out of everything, Chad standing and watching, fondling himself. For a fox, he was pretty big, not to mention the same inky color. "Where'd you get a tool like that?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'm part dog or something."
"Yeah, you're a little bitch alright." Hawk stood nude, cracking his knuckles behind his head. Chad swatted him on the rump. "So what the hell do you want to show me?"
"Remember when you and that weird fox thing kidnapped me the other night? Mrrr, that was fun. Anyway, you kind of tied me up, right? Well, you suck at tying guys up. You know, people actually like rope bondage."
"Yeah, well, I was fucked up and I've never done it before, and blah blah blah. What, did you call me over here to teach me how to tie people up?"
"Maaaaybe. Got get up on the bed, I dunno, kneel on it." Chad went and retrieved something off his dresser, which looked suspiciously like what he'd bought at the store earlier. "I bought this really awesome leather braided rope, and uh, I figured I'd try it out on someone.. and uh, well, you also suck at rope stuff so maybe.. just put your arms behind your back." The fox groused and thumped Hawk between the shoulder blades. The wolf did as told.
"You know, I don't really know how to tie knots. I wasn't a scout or anything. You know, that whole thing with God and all that crap. Plus the scoutmaster in Lainsville was kind of a pervert." Hawk looked over his shoulder, holding his arms together behind him. Chad was already milling around again, this time getting a pair of leather handcuffs and swiping up the wolf's gloves as well.
"Put your gloves back on."
Hawk followed orders again.
"It looks hotter that way," Chad sneered, and cuffed the wolf.
"You know, the only other time someone uh, tied me up was a fox, you know. He just cuffed me and sucked me off though."
Chad busied himself with the braided rope. Hawk had never heard of such a thing, but it certainly looked unique, almost like a silk rope. It creaked deliciously when the fox started winding it around his arms. The ends of the rope were terminated in metal snap-clips, one of which was snapped to the d-rings on the wristcuffs.
Hawk shifted himself so he could watch in the mirror, the fox looping the rope over one wrist, then under the other, repeating in the opposite direction the next time. After a couple inches, the wolf had to pull his arms together. Once Chad was up above the elbows, Hawk had to shove his chest out with a groan. "Hey, that's kind of tight."
"What, you think you're supposed to tie guys up loosely? That's for your parents to do, with those fuzzy cuff things and rose petals in the bed."
"I don't think my parents ever did that. Well, maybe my dad."
"Shush," Chad growled, and squeezed the wolf's muzzle shut, then continued. The rope wound its way up just six inches from the wolf's shoulders before Chad did some elaborate winding and twisting before attaching the snap clip to the rope itself. "There. Look how pretty that is, all nice and neat."
Hawk had to bend himself backward slightly, or it tugged painfully at his fur. He figured he could get the rope to loosen up by pushing his arms further together, but he couldn't. He tried, squirming and growling. "Holy shit, this is tight. God damn it."
Chad had stepped back and was slowly jerking himself off. "Mmm. Now come on, wolfy, get off the bed and get down onto the floor. I think this fox needs a wolf to suck him off."
"Get out of here, I'm not going to suck your dick. And I can't even get up without falling on my ass-"
Chad slapped him, hard enough that the wolf snorted and watched spit fling onto the sheets. "Okay, then you don't get to suck my dick. I'll just have to do something else."
The fox was already back over at his toybox, a trunk sitting on the floor where the cuffs had come from. Out came a bigger pair, along with another clip, and something very complicated and black leather.
"You know, I didn't come over here to get tied up!" Hawk growled, glaring over his shoulder. "I came over here to fuck you."
"No more complaining." Chad lifted the complicated thing - now obviously a muzzle with a red ball gag in the center - and started shoving it over Hawk's muzzle.
Hawk didn't struggle as much as he thought he was going to, mostly because the idea of being tied up and messed around with was driving him completely insane. He snapped and growled, tried to thrash away, but the small fox didn't have any trouble getting the tough leather strapped on. Chad then cuffed Hawk's ankles and clipped the joint up to the wristcuffs.
"There, isn't that better? Now you don't have to worry about thrashing around." Chad stroked his gloved fingers over the straps binding the wolf's mouth shut. Hawk tried to jerk his head around and hit the fox - all he got was another paw holding him by the head-straps of the muzzle. Chad's fingers slid inside, stroked over the wolf's tongue, then climbed up on the bed. He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, the plump glans oozing precum. "Mmm, you can't do a thing about it if I want to shoot all over your mean, nasty teeth."
Hawk snorted and shrugged away, succeeding only in falling onto his back, knees up in the air. . He tried to yell at Chad, drooling all over his teeth and chin. The fox saw this and started jerking himself off. "What's the matter? Wolfy can't do anything about the mean little fox pinning him down?" Chad went to grab for the wolf's cock, Hawk pinching his knees together. After a few tough grabs and squeezes by the fox's glove leather, he gave up trying to resist anything. Being bound had him so unexpectedly aroused that he thought he was going to spray just seconds after Chad had him.
Then something prodded his tailhole. Hawk hadn't been paying attention, concentrating on the feeling of leather wrapped around his cockhead, so Chad took advantage of the situation and dragged the wolf to the edge of the bed with a few snorts. The fox's cockhead was dripping with precum, and with a few shoves, forced straight through the wolf's tailhole.
Hawk hadn't played with his asshole for ages - he'd been planning on practicing with the toys he'd just bought later on the weekend - but despite the fox's size and too-sudden entry, it felt so good he let out a shameful series of puppy whines as his cock spasmed and poured streamers of seed all over his chest.
Chad didn't quit thrusting - he was pumping hard into Hawk's tailhole from the first push in, huffing and jerking the wolf off, then grabbing the wolf's splayed knees and bearing down to clap his chaps-clad thighs up against Hawk's rump.
Just as he was about to bark and climax, Chad yanked out and started jerking hard. "I'm going to make a big, nasty mess all over the poor, helpless little wolf-"
The fox hadn't quite realized that while the wolf's bindings made it so easy to fuck him, it also put Hawk's hands right underneath his rump, which meant right next to vulpine balls. Hawk grabbed at the fox's sac, getting a yelp from the fox, seed arching up into the air and splattering all across the wolf's wincing face.
The fox had the muzzle off in what seemed like one quick motion, heaving the wolf over onto his side. The painful pressure around his arms slowly unwound, blood rushing to his fingers. Hawk unfurled and rolled off the bed, standing up. "Holy shit. Dammnit! You little punk-ass slut! You fucking came all over me!"
Chad's own leathers were flecked with wolf and fox-spunk, the fox dusting it off with a towel before throwing it at Hawk and starting to strip. "Rrrrr. Yeah. Wasn't it hot?"
"Urrh. Yeah."
"Oh come on, don't be so grudging... I mean, did you like it?"
Hawk thought for a moment. He could say what he thought - which was positive, aside from the burning tailhole the fox gave him. He could play coy. Or...
"I'll show you what I think about what you just did to me," he snarled, and grabbed Chad by the scruff. The fox was not expecting it, his hackles prickling up.
"Hey!"
Hawk dragged the fox out of his own bedroom, shoving him forward at the end of his arm straight into the bathroom. "Get in the shower."
"What? What? I'm not that dirty!"
"We'll see about that. Get in!" he shoved the fox into the tub with a snort. Chad whimpered and backed into the corner. "Down on your knees!" Hawk went for the scruff again, jerking the fox forward and shoving him until he was down.
"What are you doing!? You're not gonna-" Chad's eyes went wide as he got eye-level with the wolf's sagging black shaft.
"Hey, you got some on your face, little shit." Hawk sucked in a breath and grunted, fingers grabbing around his cock and lifting the fat head. A big rush of spunk poured out with a slap onto the bath, followed by a huge gout of yellow piss that got Chad all over the side of the face.
"No! Don't piss on me!" Chad yapped. Hawk responded by whacking the meat of his shaft against the fox's snout.
"Be quiet. I gotta piss after I shoot off. Where else am I supposed to do it?"
"In the-"
Hawk aimed another long, marking shot into the fox's mouth, chuckling darkly. The fox coughed and gurgled, jerking away, getting some of it up his nose. Chad spat and coughed, almost doubled over.
"How's it feel, having some big, asshole wolf piss up your back? All that hot, nasty urine going down through your pretty red fur.." Hawk felt that dizzying out-of-body feeling creeping up, his bladder relaxing and dumping his piss-load through his cock. He had to step back to keep from hitting the walls, aiming up and down Chad's back, down over the tail. The fox waved it around with a whimper, Hawk managing to splash the back of his balls.
"Stop! Stop pissing on me! It's so embarassing!"
Hawk let go of his cock and let the last few spurts spray down along the side of the tub. "Now. Clean yourself off real good, while I go change."
The vulpine's ears were flat against his head, wet and dripping, as Hawk backed out and closed the door. After a few moments, he heard the hissing of the shower.
He nearly tiptoed back into the fox's room, a twinge running up his spine. As he shut the door, it culminated in a heavy excited chill that made him want to hop up off the carpet. Did the fox like it? Well, the fox liked being almost literally kidnapped, so he couldn't have minded a little piss... and what to do, what to do..
Hawk tore down into his duffel, rifling through leather item after item, a big sea of black. Out came a pair of boots - the custom riding ones he'd gotten several weeks earlier; his black riding leathers, the fly replaced with buttons by a tailor so there was no zipper burn; highway patrol motorcycle jacket; black gauntlet riding gloves that came up halfway to his elbow. He put it all on, having to wipe the sweat off his muzzle by the time he was done, breathing hard. He swept up the muzzle-gag that the fox had strapped onto his head.
He paused and froze, moving up to the fox's bedroom door. He heard the shower hiss stop, and waited. He heard the click of the bathroom door and lifted his shoulders up, leather creaking. The knob turned and the door clicked.
"Haaaawwwk? Are you in here?" A black muzzletip poked in the crack. The wolf stepped back as the door opened wider. Upon seeing him, Chad's hackles pricked up. "Hi."
"You know what?" Hawk stepped forward, Chad moving back two steps, into the hallway.
"No, uh, what?"
Another step. "It's my turn to play."
Chad backed up two more steps, this time hitting the wall. He looked left and right, frantic, then darted off down the hallway towards the living room.
With no words, Hawk stalked after him, not bothering to rush the fox. Chad did a fine job of spazzing out, scurrying into the kitchen, then scurrying right back out. Hawk picked up his pace, footfalls dulled by the carpet so no one else would know, until he grabbed the fox's upper arm.
"You don't want to play, little foxy?"
"Let me go! I don't want to do this in the living room! The neighbors are gonna hear!"
Hawk slapped the muzzle down on the couch, then grabbed both of Chad's arms behind his back, bending him over it. "Then I'll make sure they don't have anything to hear. Now. Take a look at this." Hawk hauled one of his boots up and planted it down on the couch next to Chad's head. "These boots were very expensive. So, why don't you act like you care about them a little?"
"N-no!'
Hawk grabbed Chad by his headfur tight enough the leather on his fingers creaked against itself. He pulled the fox up and slapped him. The wolf wasn't intending to do it hard, but after Chad flinched once, he whacked hard enough to get it done. The slap was dulled by fur but a definite crack. Chad's ears started to radiate heat. "Don't say no to me. I'm going to fuck you, right here, while you lick my boot leather. Now do it, or I'll muzzle you before you get a chance to taste it."
Chad's ears flatted and he whined, then dropped his muzzle down and to the side. He nosed along the boot toe, then started to lick it. Soon, pink was slipping along black, leaving wet trails.
"Don't make a mess," the black wolf growled, shoving down on Chad's head again, forcing his cheek to brush the spit up off his leather. "If you're going to drool, do it on my fingers." He let go of the headfur and squeezed Chad's jaw until vulpine tongue fell out. He smeared two gloved fingers along the fox's tongue until they glistened with spit.
Hawk then grabbed the fox's tail and lifted it up, stuffing the two fingers under it. Chad's body stiffened, his jaws chewing at the back of the couch. "Let's try this again. I'm going to fuck you as soon as I pull my fingers out of your ass. Do you want me to do it right here?"
"Nnnnn... uh..."
"Come on, fox."
"Yes, yes Sir, fuck me! Fuck me right here!"
Hawk withdrew his fingers, then pounded his open palm across one of the fox's cheeks with a heavy thud. "Keep your fucking voice down."
He hurridly undid his fly, yanking his sweaty cock out - still somewhat slimy under the foreskin from the fox's earlier torture - and spit down all over it, then made the head meet Chad's tailhole.
"No, come on, come on, go get some lube or something!"
Hawk milked at his shaft, precum oozing out all over the pink star, then shoved forward. Chad went still, then started to quiver, hunkering down. Then he started to thrust, his cock driving into the crevice between two cushions. "You little shit. Look at you, fucking your dick down in there, working your god-damnned asshole over my dick! And you put up that stupid fight."
"Mmmmrr, Hawwwk, come on, fuck me harder!"
The black wolf answered by grabbing up the muzzle-gag and slammed it down over the vulpine's snout. As he strapped it on, the choking and growling fox hissed air out his snout, tailhole squeezing and trying to reject Hawk's cock as it hilted and jabbed. "You feel nice inside, fox. Real nice. Like you've been playing with a dildo, all slicked up already. You fucking whore." He backhanded Chad between the ears, the fox croaking a low grunt, tailhole squeezing.
Then Chad started to fight, the vulpine trying to kick at the cushions, grab Hawk's leather-clad arms, do anything to throw the wolf off. The fox lurched back and forth, trying to use his own rump to kick the wolf in the groin enough to get him to exit the tailhole; of course this only made Hawk thrust harder, teeth bared in a loud snarl, gloved hands grabbing for the fox's arms and capturing them.
"I'm going to come in you, fox. I'm going to fill you up so the next time you play with yourself, whatever you stick up your ass is going to come out smelling like wolf." The words just poured out through Hawk's teeth, like they were already inside and he just had to push them out. Chad started to whimper like a lost puppy and that was it - with a coughing snarl and a few strained grunts, Hawk lost it again and pumped Chad full of his climax.
The black wolf backed up, cock sliding smoothly out of the vulpine's tailhole, and he simply stood there. Chad was panting still for a moment, then flipped onto his back and started jerking off hard. With just a few strokes, his plump cockhead swelled and white gushes of seed painted his fur. The fox then undid his own muzzle and tossed it aside, working his jaws and splaying out on the couch. "Mrrrrrr, Hawwwwwwk that was so hot!"
"Yeah," was all the wolf said.
"What, you didn't think it was?"
Hawk closed his eyes for a few moments, then stalked out of the room. "I'm going to lie down."
He was half out of his leathers in Chad's bedroom before the fox came in. "Hawk? Are you okay?"
"Well, yes and no. No, I'm not okay. Yes, I'm fine." Hawk didn't bother with the riding pants and just flopped onto Chad's bed. "I get funny after sex sometimes. That's why I kinda cut it when we first... met. I feel like... you know in a movie, when something bad happens, and there's that kind of long musical note sliding down? I feel like that right now. Like having an orgasm is jumping off a cliff, and after the thrill of it, you're just falling."
"Wow. That's... that's awful." The vulpine climbed into bed next to Hawk.
"Eh. I'm used to it." He wasn't really used to it, but he didn't want to come across as a jerk.
"Well.. uh. You can stay here if you want. And just go to sleep, you know, so you feel better."
"Thanks."
Hawk fell asleep pretty quickly, but not before realizing that Chad was cuddling up to him.
Saturday night was not going to involve clubs, sex with anyone else, drugs, liquor, or any appreciable amount of leather.
Saturday night was time for Hawk to fuck himself. He wanted to do something that consisted solely of himself, no bustling bar where he had to make a stand for himself, no depressive slide into the desire to curl into a fetal position, no getting so fucked up he slept through the next day.. he simply wanted to isolate the idea of being fucked up the ass and see where it went.
It went to the bathroom, in a literal sense. The first thing Hawk had to do was find somewhere to stick a suction-cup dildo. It was harder than it looked - he needed something that was really, really flat. His weight bench seemed an obvious candidate, but the surface - while really smooth - was also cushioned and dented in when he stuck one of the prodigious tools onto it.
Doors, walls, just about everything in Hawk's house wasn't quite flat enough. The kitchen floor was, but he didn't know if he wanted to squat in the kitchen next to the humming fridge and beat himself off until he put streaks on the cabinets. Plus, most of the house was cold, but the bathroom had a towel heater.
Standing naked in front of his sink, things lined up on the counter edge - Knobby dildo, big cock dildo, bottle of lube, bottle of poppers and ... a turkey baster - Hawk realized he was going to use the edge of the bathtub. It seemed perfect to straddle, just wide enough for the suction cup to stick onto, and if he aimed right it would go right into the tub and he wouldn't have to clean up.
After applying the turkey baster to himself ten times, to make sure he was a clean wolf, he realized that the top of his toilet seat was as smooth as the tub rail. He grabbed the knobby dildo and plopped it down on the top. It stuck. A fucking chair, it was.
As the room warmed up, Hawk decided it was time to dig in. He slicked up one of his fingers and lay down on the floor, starting to massage and tease his tailhole. There was no pain, only a startling sense of pleasure. He wondered if that was why anal sex was supposed to be so bad, because it felt so unexpectedly good. He started to penetrate himself, and the first twinges of pain came. In retrospect, Chad had been completely harsh with him the night before. As much as he needed practice tying people up, the fox needed practice not destroying their assholes.
He reached up with the un-slick hand and grabbed his poppers, then took a long sniff off the bottle. It burned his nose, watered his eyes, and then... the wonderful flush. Hawk was overtaken by a breathless, desperate need to be penetrated and fucked to oblivion. His finger entered again, this time wrapped snug around with his muscles, each motion a delicious feeling. He added another finger, reaching as far inside as he could, massaging and groping for his prostate. Prodding it the wrong way just made him want to pee, but the right kind of touch made him feel like he had to come.
While drunk on the rush from the nitrites, he realized how much it loosened up his asshole, fingers stretching and playing with it. He'd always wondered how fisting worked out, and this had to be the answer.
He wanted something less than a toy, but more than his fingers. The answer was a fur brush, the handle a textured handgrip, otherwise smooth plastic. On went the lube, and up it went. His tailhole spread with each bump and snugged up along each narrow spot, and as he drew it back out, the sensation sent him lying back flat, muzzle open and staring at the ceiling. There weren't words for the feeling, the sense of something moving and stroking inside him. The body didn't have nerves inside the way it did on an appendage, and so his brain didn't quite know what to make of it. He'd been fucked before, certainly, but there had never been the time to really notice how it felt.
Then he remembered the first time, with the leather-clad burly tiger from school, thrusting a furbrush into him until his cock nearly blew off, his face burning even redder under the rush.
The intense pound of blood through his head and crotch died off, replaced by just a pounding in his head. The furbrush came out and he set it down in the sink, leaving a little rainbow swirl from the lube.
The black wolf picked up the 'knobby' dildo, squirted some lube over it, then sat back down on the floor. He crawled onto his side, leg up on the top of the toilet, and started teasing his hole with it. There was no way it was going to go in easily, not without help. Hawk took another long sniff off the top of his poppers vial, then probed at his tailhole again. The head felt huge, a massive thing that couldn't possibly fit in, not as big as some of the bulges down the length -
Blood started to pound in his ears and the steady pressure on the toy pushed the head in. Hawk lurched and kicked the tank on the toilet. It didn't exactly hurt, not too much, but it was more than he'd been expecting to feel. His body quickly tugged the toy's head in, muscles grasping around the dip behind the head. He kept pushing, the next bump going in, a soft drip as his half-hard cock leaked onto the floor.
The wolf remembered how good it felt him when he pulled out of a hole completely, and wondered what it felt like on the other end. He carefully got the dildo back out, each bump pulling out making him feel like the world was going to collapse around his head. As he started to feed it back in, going back in, deeper and deeper, thoughts about just where he was - lying on the floor in the bathroom - left his head, replaced simply by the sensation of being fucked.
He couldn't get the toy in all the way - after the fourth bump, it just didn't want to go any farther and felt like someone was digging their elbow into his stomach. He pulled it out, cock tensing and nearly pumping out right there.
He lay splayed on the floor, shaking slightly as he got to his knees after a minute, and dropped the toy in the sink. Time for the gold. Hawk picked up the realistic dildo and spat on the suction cup, then planted it on the toilet, the curve lined up so it would be pressing forward on him if he was sitting normally at the john. As he dribbled lube on it and slicked up the surface, he felt slightly creepy - it was like playing with someone else's very sizable cock, pumping it through his fingers, squeezing on it..... He was very hard, and added some of his precum to the head for good luck.
Huffing off the poppers again, then perching over the dildo, Hawk felt much more like he was really about to straddle over someone. He imagined Clyde, since he'd been fucked by the tiger more than anyone else at this point, and it was clearly possible that with his eyes closed, he had tiger cock invading his asshole. The head pushed through with the rush of sensation he expected, the violation turning into the burning lust of prostate stimulation. He flexed his thighs, starting to hump up and down along the tool. It was glorious, his muzzle wide open, tongue hanging out.
He slowly sat down, feeling the tool go in deeper, deeper, then reaching that stopping point. Another huff of chemicals and he crept lower, lower, filled to the breaking point, past the breaking point, until he felt the bulge of the fake balls pressing up under his tail. He felt over his pre-slicked abs, to see if there was a bulge inside. There wasn't, but any pressure just above his cock made him feel like he was going to piss or shoot.
Hawk had heard that you could get off completely by being fucked, and he was going to do it if it left him walking bowlegged for the next month. He leaned back, pressure inside making him groan out, the sound echoing in the bathroom. He grabbed onto the tank, body arched as he started to ride hard. Going deep, right up to the 'balls', was fulfilling in a literal sense, while working shallowly over just the head of the tool left him feeling so lustful he was tempted to try and find someone to come over and do it for real.
His cock was leaving long streamers of pre hanging from the head, the drool swaying as he pounded up and down, reaching the edge and just barely nudging to go over it. He rode harder and harder, straining at the top of the toilet tank, and then came.
The sensation was like one of the surges as his muscles tensed normally, but it didn't stop, unable to tense any more around the big fake cock. He barked and yelped, cock slopping seed out all over the floor in front of the toilet. He drew up off the dong and staggered into the shower.
Coming out, he tossed everything into the sink, mopped up the floor with some toilet paper, then made for his bed. Curling up underneath the covers, slightly shivery - a side effect from the poppers? - and bleary, he felt so immensely at ease that he was asleep in just moments.
Monday was terrible. Work was a big pile of crap as some superchargers came in built to the wrong spec. Hawk had personally made sure that the plans were correct and annotated before sending them off to the company that built them, but that apparently hadn't mattered to whoever actually put together the first few prototypes. After yelling on the phone for several hours, then desperately phoning for a company that could manage to build something in a hurry, he ended up having to get two guys to re-design part of the latest marine powerplant to take a stock part for the time being.
After lunch, he took his 'break' time to go down and hide out in the bathroom in the far basement. He needed to get away from anyone and everything as much as he needed to actually relieve himself, and sat about on the toilet, leaning on the wall and trying to clear his head.
A thought trickled in after a few moments of meditation. The last time he'd spent much time down in this bathroom, he'd seen Armand come in. Wouldn't it be funny if that happened again? He didn't feel like he'd be able to hide himself from the fox, or resist doing something. He was torn between wanting to do terrible, delicious things to the vulpine and wanting to avoid any more difficult situations.
The devil on his shoulder won. Almost on cue, the door opened and feet came past the the door, trailed by a dark tailtip. Humming softly, the fox started washing his hands. Hawk picked up the smell of a meatball sandwich.
The wolf flushed his toilet, then got up and stormed out of the stall. Armand saw him and flatted his ears.
"Uh, hi."
Hawk went to wash his hands. "Hi."
"Haven't, uh, seen you for a while."
"I've been busy putting out fires."
Armand dried his paws off. "Oh well, time to go back to work."
As the vulpine went to leave, Hawk stuck out a black paw and grabbed the fox's shirt. "No."
He got a better grip and dragged Armand into the stall next to the one he'd been in. The fox complained.
"We really can't do this now, I have to go back to work right now, I was just cleaning after l-lunch."
Hawk started yanking the fox's polo shirt off. "I don't care. This'll just take a minute. Get out of your shirt, and get your pants down around your ankles."
"Wait, what are you doing?"
"Shut up," the wolf whispered. "I don't like fucking in bathrooms, so I'm not going to fuck you. I'm just going to make sure I can find you after work today."
The wolf was fast about it, and had Armand sitting stunned on the toilet, jeans around his ankles, shirt hanging down around one elbow. "Oh my god-"
Hawk got his cock out and gave the fox two marking shots of piss, staining the fur between his legs and between his pecs.
"If you need to clean yourself off, you got plenty of water there and plenty to wipe off with." With that, Hawk spun and stuffed himself away as he made for the door. By the time he was in the hallway, stalking fast for the elevator, no one would have guessed he'd done anything.
After a hard day, Hawk needed something hard to take his mind off things. He could have picked a drink at home or the bar, but that seemed too obvious. Despite the reputation most lupines didn't do much to kill, Hawk didn't enjoy getting drunk often. Only sometimes, and this was not the time.
The hard thing he was going to get was what he'd marked earlier in the day. Where would the fox be after Hawk got out of work? The wolf made his way down to the basement, careful to look like he was just heading down with some kind of business.
He could smell the fox, just barely. Most others wouldn't have recognized the smell, only that someone had perhaps gone to the bathroom somewhere other than the bathroom, if they even picked it up at all. Hawk picked it up and followed it down the long basement hallway towards the CITS office. Halfway down, the smell stopped and so did the wolf. He backed up until he picked it up, coming out of the door vents for what seemed to be an electrical closet. The door was propped open with a sliver of wood. Hawk carefully opened it and stepped inside, closing it again with no sound.
Despite wearing two inch heels, Hawk could move without making much noise at all. The room was not an electrical closet - it was an HVAC access tunnel, strewn with wires and piping. The smell was much stronger, also clouded with cologne and the smell of ramen noodles. Tilting himself to the side, looking around a corner, he saw a black-tipped brush of foxtail.
Hawk stepped around the corner, no longer moving silently. The tail recoiled out of sight.
"Hey, Chris?"
"This isn't Chris," Hawk growled, low. A muzzle immediately appeared, slit-eyes turned into saucers.
"What are you doing here! You can't come back here!"
Hawk stalked towards the fox, making sure to let his heels clop and drag on the floor, each hollow thunk making the fox's ears twitch. The wolf reached inside his leather coat, withdrawing his black riding gloves. "That's not what the door said. It said, 'I'm unlocked. Open me. There's a fox inside'. And look, there is."
"You're an asshole. You fucking peed all over me earlier! Do you know how hard it is to cover up that smell?"
"It must be hard. You didn't do a good job." Hawk fixed his glare on the fox, pulling the glove leather over his big, black paws. "I found you with the smell of my own piss."
The smell of someone's mark was not particularly unusual, especially among the canine set. Despite this, Armand flatted his ears and looked at the ground. "It was really gross."
"Really. And having a big, black dick shoved up your asshole again and again, until it fills you up with hot spunk, isn't gross?"
"Look, you can't come in here and.. whatever you're going to do! I have to go home soon and Chris is going to come finish up all this wiring shit and if he finds-"
Hawk lunged and grabbed Armand by the muzzle. The fox didn't fight, instead seizing up completely. "If your little friend comes in here, then I'm going to make sure he knows exactly what kind of fox you are and what kind of wolf I am. Do you understand?"
Armand didn't move.
"No comment? That automatically means 'yes'. Now, you will do everything I say. Do you understand me?" Hawk let go.
"Yes... yes Hawk, sir."
"I don't like being called 'sir'. But I'll let it slide." Hawk looked around the dimly lit corridor, spying a big spool of cabling. "What's that?"
"What's w-what?" Armand whined, slowly sinking to his knees. Hawk stopped him with a gloved hand to the scruff.
"Go over there and get me about 20 feet of that wire," the wolf snorted, and shoved Armand. With shaking paws, the fox did as asked, even taking the time to cross-wind it into a neat bundle. "Give it to me."
"You're going to...." Armand whispered, and handed the cable over.
"I'm going to claim my fox, yes." Hawk reached into his coat and took out a long bowie knife. "Now take off your clothes."
"No, can't you just do it with my p-pants around my ankles?"
Hawk brandished the knife and Armand instantly sucked himself up against the wall. "Take off your clothes, or I'm going to make sure that the next load of piss that stains your fur is your own." A voice in the back of the wolf's head told him that he was being more than unreasonable, but he was worn out from the day so heavily that he simply didn't care to listen to his conscience.
Armand silently took his clothes off, starting to fold them then giving up, leaving a pile on the floor.
"Down on your knees. In front of me, arms up," Hawk snapped, more of a hiss than a bark, looking between some of the pipes and side-stepping until he was in the right spot. "Use that slender little face to open my pants while I make sure your paws will be nice and useless."
Armand's teeth shakily worked at Hawk's fly buttons, arms trembling as Hawk manhandled them up, then together. Hawk started to wind the cat-5 around Armand's wrists, getting a good ten wraps before looping around the bindings between the wrists, then up over a pipe. He idly tied the cable back to Armand's wrists, leaving the fox barely hanging. "You know, I have this friend. Another one of your kind. Last weekend, he taught me all about how to tie a guy up. Had a lot of fun. Now I get to try it out for real. Come on, you little runt, back up." Armand was just getting the wolf's black shaft out when his snout was pushed aside.
Hawk dragged the fox backwards, until the backs of Armand's bare thighs were inches from two other water pipes. "You think I was going to put my dick in your mouth? I'm not going to make you suck me. You know what you're going to do? Every day this week, you're going to come by my office and suck me off when I'm done with lunch. You'll get all the black cock your little mouth can handle. I'm going to fuck you up your tight little asshole this time."
Armand's tail was bushed right down over his rump. The fox tried to step forward, but Hawk yanked him back. The wolf cut off some of the cord that was dangling free from the wrist bindings, then wound it around one of the fox's thighs, then hitched it to the pipe. He repeated with the fox's other thigh, leaving Armand spread apart. Then, he started lowering the amount of cord going over the pipe. "Bend over."
"Hawk, I really don't want to do this.. I'll do whatever you want, I'll go over to your house and I'll suck your dick under your desk like I did that t-time and I'll polish your boots and everything but you can't do this to me now, please!" The fox whined. Hawk scruffed him again and shoved him off balance. Armand staggered and grunted as his weight went onto his arms. Hawk let out the cord until the fox was mostly bent forward, arms going up and over his head, body sagging.
"I said shut up." The last of the cabling went to make a muzzle, wound around Armand's snout, then down around his neck. Hawk paused after doing this - even though it was after 5PM, Armand was still at work. The fox could actually be right about a coworker finding him...
Hawk was hard as a rock, and he doubted it would be too much of a problem if someone came in. This time, he wasn't going to take chances, and withdrew a packet of lube from a pocket. It'd come with one of his new toys. He squeezed it out onto his shaft and then mounted Armand. The fox, who had been struggling and trying to lever himself up far enough to try rubbing his muzzle against something, gave up with a small whine. "I'm going to fuck you until I hear your come splash the floor," Hawk growled into the black-tipped ear. "And then you'll be mine for the next week."
The wolf realized why slings were invented - if he thrusted at just the right tempo, Armand would tilt forward, then swing back just in time to get a powerful hilting shot. The fox squinted each time, drool starting to drip out of his mouth.
Then, the obvious happened. A loud click came from down the corridor. "Hey, Armand? You still here?"
Hawk froze. Armand tensed up enough to make the bonds creak, wires moving around inside the plastic casing. He also bore down on Hawk's shaft. The wolf figured he had about five seconds to decide whether to stay dead silent, or ungag the fox. He weighed the options: release the fox and he might yell for help, or he might go along and dismiss the source of the voice. Keep quiet and whoever might go away, or they might come in deeper.
Both options potentially led to Hawk being found out. However, despite what he'd been doing, Armand hadn't even tried to truly fight away. And if he didn't want to be fucked, then why did he have such a hard-on? Taking his clothes off, had his hand perhaps given his cock a tug to free the foreskin?
Hawk unwound the muzzle as fast and silent as possible.
"Hey Chris. I'll be out in a bit. I'm still fighting with this stupid crap."
"Okay, just checking. The guys wanted to know if you wanted to go to The Maze." Despite the name being suspiciously club-like, The Maze was the name for a Lazer-Tag outfit on the other side of town. Armand was apparently a geek.
"Cool. Later!"
"Yeah. Just don't be a big ol' holdup, you can finish that crap tomorrow, Linda's not gonna have kittens again."
"Oh Chris! Leave that thing in the door! If it locks it's gonna jam!"
Hawk leaned down and licked the inside of the fox's ear. "If he leaves the stop in the door, anyone could just waltz in here and see me ten inches inside your asshole."
"If he takes it out and the door jams, we'll be trapped in here and everyone will see you when they come get me."
Hawk wound the ethernet cabling around Armand's muzzle again. This time, he simply held it. "I told you to shut up."
The wolf's blood pounded so hard he could see the world flicker with purplish tinges in the poor light. He wasn't sure if he could get off quickly, never having been so frightened and shaken with his cock buried in someone. Armand cinched it for Hawk when the wolf paused - the fox started to shift and buck, milking the shaft hard.
The vulpine whined and worked back and forth, trying to arch up further. The conscious muscle spasms turned to a steady, pulsing grab, soft splatters filling the close air as Armand spilled himself onto the floor. Hawk lost himself, cock surging and bucking inside the tight muscles. Then he slid back and unwound the gag, then started on the rest of the bindings.
"I'm-"
"Oh god," Armand worked his jaw, shaking spit off. "Okay, I'll be there."
"Be where?" Hawk froze instantly. For a second, he wondered if perhaps the fox wasn't talking to him, had been on a cellphone, had left it on, was talking into his ear? Was there a headset on his other ear? He hadn't seen. Paranoia filled up the terrific void left by his climax.
"Uh, in your office. This week. I'll do it. Oh god, I'll do it. I'll do anything." The words were breathy and tired, but not fear and not beaten. They sounded just the faintest bit conflicted, and a lot like the way Chad seemed to fawn over Hawk a few nights before.
"Good."
Hawk did not pass go and did not collect two hundred dollars. He went straight to The Pit.
"Well, you're here early! Tsk, on a Monday too." Alzarre was occupying one of the leather couches in the back. "Come here, wolf. Tell us your troubles. The couches have been freshly conditioned, too. Very nice smell. Clean and leather." The maned wolf patted a pool of black next to him.
"Huh. Well. Okay. But just this once."
"Nice clothing. Is this how you go to work.. I thought you said you were an engineer, not a pimp."
"You're one to talk. So who's 'we'? There's only one of you." Hawk sat down and propped up a boot heel on the coffee table.
"My, those are nice boots. You certainly have a liberal workplace." Alzarre sipped from his drink. It looked and smelled suspiciously like a mimosa. The maned wolf then leaned and gave one of them a slow caress. "By the way, the answer to your question is looking over your left shoulder."
Hawk whipped his head around and looked straight at the wall. He saw ears. "What the fucking hell?"
"Hi," the owner of the ears said, standing up. Attached to the ears was a red fox. Long-haired with black hair, quite slender, wearing a black leather bondage strap-shirt, fingerless opera gloves, a pair of side-laced leather pants, and - as Hawk peeked behind the sofa - knee-high buckled goth boots.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I know who you are. You're Hawk. I saw you the other night and this weird guy here was around too, so when I came over today I asked him if he you were coming around... he said maybe, so I figured I'd wait and maybe surprise you."
"Surprise me with what?"
The fox slinked over the back of the couch, right into Hawk's lap. "Mmm. I don't know. What should I surprise him with?" The new vulpine looked to Alzarre.
The maned wolf replied with a rather protracted lick of his chops.
"Oh, okay. I bet he'd like that. Wouldn't you?" The new fox applied a paw between Hawk's legs.
The wolf's ears would have gone red if they weren't too dark inside to change much color. "Hey, now just a minute. Don't you want to hear about my day?"
"Go ahead and tell us about it." The fox was fooling with Hawk's fly, opening it up.
"Tell me your name, first."
"Tori."
"Well, Tori... " Isn't that a girl's name? "You're going to be sucking a dick that just fucked another fox."
"Ooh, that's nasty." It certainly was, and it didn't stop Tori from pulling the wolf's stiffening cock out. "Black, and uncut. My favorite." Pink tongue started to swirl around it as the fox moved to sit next to Hawk, then sprawled sideways to take up most of the couch.
"So, Mr. Wolf. Tell us all about your day, and why your dick tastes like fox."
Hawk related the entire weekend, not just the previous encounters with Armand. Tori was an asshole, and not because he was bad at sucking cock, used his teeth, or because he didn't stop to listen. He was an asshole because he carefully led the wolf along, getting him right to the edge and stopping just when Hawk's voice caught.
"My, my, my. Look at you, causing all sorts of trouble. Leaving a fox smelling like sex to go run around with his friends." Alzarre downed the rest of his drink. "I'd be careful. You look a little weak in the knees. Don't choke the poor boy."
"Hey, I'm definitely no boy." Tori perked up, licking some drool from his chin. He was carefully holding the wolf so his cock was strained and pulsing. "In fact... I bet I'm older than both of you."
Hawk and Alzarre looked to each other. "Well. Are you going to finish him?" The maned wolf said.
Tori was busy wrapping some of his raven hair around the wolf's shaft. Hair wasn't common, but it wasn't rare either - Hawk's coat shots kept his from going anywhere, but Tori obviously didn't keep up on his. "Hey, girls do that!" the wolf growled, as the fox started to slowly bob again, his fingers followed his mouth, tugging the locks along the wolf's shaft.
"If you took me home with you, I could dress like a girl too. Complete the image. If you like."
Hawk's ears turned redder, the wolf splayed them uncomfortably. "Hey. You know what? I'm not going to come in your mouth." He pulled Tori up by the hair, the fox letting out a soft whimper. "Pull your pants down and bend over."
"Oh no, here? They'll see. Isn't that something you do..." He pointed a half-gloved finger towards the back room.
"I'm not going to fuck you."
Tori did as instructed, getting down over the coffee table. He flicked his hair back. "You're a dirty wolf."
"You're going to be a dirty fox." Hawk pumped himself and groaned, leaning forward. His spunk jetted out, a thick few spurts before it drooled down his cock, muzzle strained and letting a few snorts leak out.
"You weren't kidding! That's a second load. I'm no idiot," Alzarre said, looking drunkenly impressed."
"Yeah. Well. Now it's all over your asshole. Guess what? This wolf's going home. Al, you better use it before it gets all cold and gross."
"What?"
"Fuck him. Fuck him right there, let him ride your lap or something. No one'll see. Besides, no one'd care anyway."
Alzarre looked suddenly very alert. "Are you serious?"
"Fuck him, you idiot. You always want to fuck, don't you? Well here's your stupid chance."
Hawk got up and stalked out. He didn't look back. He got in his truck and roared off home, tore his clothes off, ran a bath, climbed in, and promptly fell asleep.
The last thing he thought, was how his life was turning into a pattern he wasn't sure he wanted to continue.