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Hidden along the ridgeline of the Great Oak Hills, far outside the town of Thunder Springs, was an old iron mine. Abandoned a few years after the completion of the railway, it had found new life as the secret hideout of the Flint Gang led by none other than the infamous outlaw Brook.

A mountain of a cat, Brook was easily a head taller than most toms. He had broad-set shoulders and arms like tree trunks. A large, twisting scar ran along the bridge of his nose. How he got it and who gave it to him was the subject of much debate at every saloon out west. But the one thing everyone could agree on was the other guy got it much worse.

Brook was seated now at an old wooden table inside the foreman's shack at the entrance to the mine reviewing the plan for their next big heist. At noon tomorrow the Riviera Express, would be pulling into Thunder Springs and loaded up the week's bank deposits. After which it would be making its way back east, passing the very hills that were now home to the Flint Gang. That's when they'd strike, boarding the train and taking it over. Then it was just a matter of stopping the train and unloading the valuables to their waiting get-away wagon.

He leaned back with a big, toothy grin and took a long drag from his cigarette. Rank smoke filled the room as he exhaled. The plan was perfect. This time tomorrow, the Flint Gang would be the richest gang this side of the Great Oak River.

A loud knock sounded at the door. Brook turned towards it and growl, "I thought I asked for no interruptions!"

“You did, sir," came the reply, low and whiney. It was Buck. Oh how Brook loathed his voice. But he was loyal and that counted for a lot out west.

“Fine, enter. But this had better be good."

The door swung open and Buck entered, but he wasn't alone. With him, his arms bound with rope, was a man with striking ginger fur that Brook recognized instantly. Thunder Spring's young deputy, Clive. His face was bruised and his clothes were torn and dusty, but still he had a radiance about him. He glared up with defiant emerald eyes and something deep in Brook stirred.

“Clive—how nice it is to see you again. To what do I owe this pleasure? Could Blue not make it herself?" Brook asked, looming over him.

Clive spat on the ground. “Fuck you."

“How very… spirited of you, "Brook said and laughed. He expected no less from Clive. He was small and wiry; fiercely independent. The first man to enter a scrap and the last one to leave. He had an indomitable spirit that annoyed Brook like no other. And in all his life there had been no man that he desired more.

He needed Clive.

He needed Clive to need him back.

“Very good, you can leave us," Brook said, turning to Buck. “Oh, but before you do, string him up. Him and I need to have a more intimate chat."

“But boss, what about—"

“Don't question me, just do it."

“Yes, sir," Buck said, lowering his eyes. Without further argument he took Clive's bound wrists and strung them up to the rafters in the middle of the room, then left.

Now alone, Brook circled Clive, taking the time to fully appreciate him up close for the first time in months. Even roughed up he was the most handsome man Brook had ever seen. If anything, the dirt and blood made him more attractive.

His pelt burned with desire for Clive, but it wouldn't be enough to just take it. No, he needed Clive to want it too. To beg him for more with those same emerald eyes that stared up at him now. To feel the same passion that consumed him now.

“Now then, Clive. Did you really think you could sneak in here all alone and apprehend me?"

Clive struggled against his bonds.

“Who said I was alone?"

“Please," Brook said. “If you are going to lie, at least make it good. You came here all alone and Blue hasn't the faintest clue that you did, isn't that right? 'Cause we both know she'd never agree to this."

Clive looked away and Brook knew he was correct.

“And that means no one is coming for you, get it?" Brook said.

His eyes lit up. He grabbed Clive by the chin and lifted it, their faces less than a foot apart. “You are mine to do with what I want. I could even kill you right here and no one would ever know. Maybe they'd think you up and skipped town. That the brave deputy turned coward and went back to the city."

“Do your worst. I'm not scared of you," Clive said. He straightened up, his gaze unflinching.

A tension built in the room, suffocating. It was raw and powerful. Brook could tell that Clive felt it too as sweat beaded on his brow. He let go of him. “But that would be a waste, wouldn't it? No, I have something better in mind."

He took the knife from his belt and pressed it up against Clive's chest. In one swift motion he cut through the deputy's shirt revealing his chest. The fury was a soft creamy ginger, lighter than the fiery ginger that made up the rest of his coat.

A few more cuts and the shirt lay in tatters on the floor, leaving his upper body completely exposed. Clive looked on apprehensively, his tail swaying.

Unable to resist any longer, Brook caressed a large, powerful paw along the fur on Clive's chest, feeling the strong muscles underneath and drawing a surprised, pleasured gasp from Clive. His nipples hardened, sensitive to Brook's touch. They were a light pink, the same as his nose. He let out a soft exhale as Brook took one and rubbed it softly between his thumb and finger.

“What are you doing?" Clive asked. He squirmed at the touch, conflicted at how good the sensation felt.

“Whatever I want. Your life is mine to do with what I please, after all. And this," Brook said, trailing his paw down Clive's chest and past his stomach, teasing ever so closely to his belt, “is what I please."

“Someone will come for me," Clive said and pulled back from the touch, but with his arms bound there was nowhere for him to go.

With sharp claws, Brook teased along the waistband of Clive's jeans, never quite slipping inside. This drew an almost imperceivable moan from him.

“They won't…" Brook said as he moved behind Clive. With one large arm, he easily pinned him against his chest, the difference in their size and strength made quite apparent in one small move. He groped the front of Clive's jeans, feeling his cock throb at his touch through the layer of rough denim. He was large. Much larger than he expected for a man of Clive's size. “...and something tells me the idea excites you."

“No…" Clive said, but the protest was weaker this time. He ground his hips against Brook's paw, his chubby bulge growing into rock hard erection that snaked down along the inside his thigh. A wet spot began to form on his jeans where his head strained against it.

“Oh, but it does. I can tell," Brook said. “It drives you wild knowing you're trapped here, at my mercy. So stop fighting it. I think you'll find I'm not such a bad guy. In fact, I think you'll find time spent with me can be quite pleasurable."

With agile paws, Brook made quick work of Clive's pants, tugging them down and leaving him exposed in nothing but his light blue briefs and matching bandana. Clive's cock throbbed against the fabric that trapped it, the dark wet spot where his tip met the cloth growing wetter with each twitch of his needy cock.

“Ohhhh," he moaned as Brook groped it. His excitement seeped through the fabric. It was hot and wet.

Taking his thumb, Brook teased it. Clive squirmed at the touch and let out a large exhale of air that turned into a loud groan of pleasure. Unable to help himself, he began grinding into Brook's paw.

Brook moved it, leaving Clive humping nothing but air.

“Please," Clive finally said in frustration.

“What was that?" Brook asked. He pressed his face close to Clive's.

Heartbeats passed in silence. Clive swallowed hard.

“Don't stop."

There was shame and embarrassment in Clive's voice as he said it. Like they had cost him every bit of pride that he possessed to say. But even still, his cock throbbed harder than ever.

“Oh, so you do want me to continue?"

“Yes…"

Clive looked away, his cheeks flush.

“Well, since you asked so nicely," Brook purred.

He reached into Clive's briefs and pulled out his cock. It throbbed against his palm with need, just long enough so that the pink head poked out from within his grip.

The sound of Clive's heavy breathing filled the room as Brook began to stroke it, his paw gliding with Clive's foreskin slowly up and down. In no time, it was leaking terribly, coating Brook's paw and matting his fur.

“Brook," he moaned, matching his strokes with soft thrusts of his own. Together, they built up a rhythm.

“Yes, that's right. Say it again."

Brook grinned; it looked more like a snarl. He took his other paw and ran it through the fur on Clive's belly, feeling the muscle tone beneath the light pudge. The west had been good for the man, hardening the once soft city boy.

“Brook!" cried out again. His cock was throbbing painfully now against Brook's palm. He was close.

Brook tightened his grip, stroking him now with short, quick motions.

“Oh fuck," Clive gasped. His thrusts became erratic as his cock twitched again and again, shooting long ropes of cum that painted the floor and coated Brook's paw.

“There we go. Good boy," Brook crooned. He stroked Clive's cock a few more times, watching as the last drops of his orgasm dribbled out.

Clive now completely spent, Brook took his paw and held it before him. There was a pause as Clive processed what he wanted, watching the hot, sticky cum as it dripped down his paw.

For a second, Brook worried that he had pushed too far, but to his delight, Clive leaned forward and cleaned the mess from his paw, sucking on each digit til it was clean.

He grimaced.

“It's an… acquired taste."

He wiped his paw off on Clive's chest, then took his knife and cut him down.

Clive fell to his knees, exhausted.

“I still can't let you get away with this," he said, “Even though that was… nice."

Brook could see the conflict on Clive's face and knew that he was now feeling the same spark that Brook felt every time he laid eyes on him. He sighed. He'd need to push him further. But how? An idea soon formed in his mind.

“Clive, Clive. Ever the altruist, aren't you," he said. “How about this? I just helped you out. Return the favor and satisfy me, and I'll forget all about the job tomorrow."

It was a lie, of course, but he knew he had Clive on the ropes. Just a little more and he'd see that things like the law were trivial compared to the passion they shared.

“How do I know you'll keep your word?"

There was doubt on his face.

“You don't. But then again, what do you have to lose?"

“But…"

But something in his eyes betrayed his curiosity at the proposal, so Brook didn't wait for him to agree. He unclasped his belt and undid his fly, fishing out his cock and balls from his pants and resting them over the top of his underwear. Even soft, it hung impressively low, the dark color of the flesh contrasting with the light brown of his pubic fur.

“Come on, now. It's only fair, isn't it."

Clive sat frozen. Uncertain.

“I've never…touched another guy," he admitted, though his tone told Brook he was very interested.

“Really? A handsome guy like you? What a shame." Brook teased, rubbing between his ears and messing up his fur. “Well, you're smart. You'll figure it out."

Hesitantly, Clive wrapped his palm around the base of Brook's cock and explored it. Up and down he glided his paw along the shaft, his gentle touch making it throb with pleasure. In no time Brook was growing hard, his dark and veiny cock leaking with desire.

“It's big."

“Keep going. It gets bigger," Brook purred. His large fluffy tail swayed behind him. He slid his briefs down further, giving Clive more access and letting his balls hang freely. They were heavy and pent up with need.

Carefully, Clive cupped them in his other paw, massaging them. This unexpected ministration earned a low, throaty moan from Brook whose cock twitched in surprise, a large bead of precum forming at the top.

“I knew you were a fast learner, Brook said. He grabbed the base of his cock and shook it a few times in front of Clive's face. “Now then… just watch the teeth. I'd hate to have to go back on my word and off ya."

“Wait, you want me to..."

“Satisfy me, yes. Though if you want I can always—"

“I'll do it," he said, cheeks red.

He ran his tongue along the shaft. It was firm, wet.

Brook rumbled and closed his eyes. “Good, keep going."

And Clive did. He took Brook's shaft in his paw and showered it with attention. He kissed it. He licked it. No inch of Brook's cock was missed. What he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with effort, something sorely missing from the times he'd like Buck suck him off.

“Fuck, that's good," Brook grunted.

Clive paused for a moment, looking at Brook's cock glistening now with his spit. Then he closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and took Brook into his mouth.

Warmth and wetness surrounded Brook's cock as Clive sucked on his tip. He placed a paw on his head, encouraging him to go further.

He did.

His muzzle stretched wide, Clive took more of Brook's cock, struggling to take more than half of it before the tip was tickling his throat. Despite this, he soon found a steady rhythm, using his tongue to add a firm pressure to the underside of Brook's shaft.

“Mm, just like that. You're a natural."

Then Clive's pace increased and loud, wet slurps filled the room. He took the base of Brook's cock into his paw and began to stroke it as well. The combined sensation of his tight mouth and soft paws was electric and it was all Brook could do to not hold Clive in place and fuck his mouth himself.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that. You're amazing," he said, his voice deep and gravelly.

Clive's tail flicked, seemingly pleased with the praise. His efforts doubled and Brook was in heaven.

A pressure began to build in Brook, his cock throbbing with a need for release. He gave Clive no warning.

“Fuckkkk," Brook moaned.

He held Clive's head firmly in place and came, his heavy balls tensing as he fired off a week's worth of pent up need. To his credit, Clive did his best to swallow the massive load, but there was too much for him to handle. Hot cum leaked from his muzzle, running down his chin and matting the fur on his face and belly.

“Damn, I need that," Brook said, finally letting his cock slip from Clive's muzzle. He gave it a few last strokes and sighed.

“A warning would have been nice," Clive said, wiping his muzzle clean.

Brook purred.

“I'll remember that for next time," he said.

Clive looked away. “Next time?"

“Come on, Clive. I know you feel it too."

“I feel… something," he said

Brook ran his foot along Clive's cock. It was hard again.

“Something indeed."

“Your cock was nice," he admitted. His tail wagged softly behind him. “Very nice in fact… I wasn't expecting that."

“If you liked that, you're gonna love this even more."

“What do—"

He was cut off as Brook lifted him effortlessly into arms and carried him to the table, which he laid him on, paying no mind to the maps and papers that littered it. They didn't matter now. The heist didn't matter. He wanted Clive. All of Clive.

“Brook, I'm not sure— Oooh!"

Clive was cut off again, this time his words turning to a loud moan as Brook's warm tongue dragged along his tight, pink hole.

Brook lapped at it again, his paws spreading Clive's firm ass cheeks. The warm, musky flesh tasted sweaty, though not unpleasantly so. He ran his tongue over it again and again, delighting in the way it made Clive squirm.

“Fuck," Clive said. He pulled his legs to his chest giving Brook better access

Taking that as his invitation, Brook buried his face in deeper, letting his tongue push past Clive's tight hole. It squeezed down on him, unused to the attention.

“Stars," Clive whined as the tongue slowly fucked him, his tight hole clenching down at the unfamiliar sensation.

Brook kept up the assault, working his tongue in further and further. Once he could get no deeper, he swapped to a finger. Then another. Working them around his hole, preparing him for what was to come.

“I think you're ready," Brook purred. He pressed his thumb against Clive's entrance and pulled, watching as the pink hole stretched with his touch.

Clive stared up at him, his bright eyes eager, but apprehensive. Sweat dropped down his brow. His own cock sat straight up, rock hard and dripping with need once more.

Brook positioned himself between Clive's legs, his cock already hard again. He rested the tip against his hole and teased it with his fat head. “Ready, deputy?"

Silence. Clive said nothing, just looked away. He gripped his ass with his own paws and spread his cheeks.

That was all the invitation Brook needed. He pressed himself in, feeling Clive's tight flesh dimple as his tip penetrated him. It was a heavenly feeling, the way his entrance squeezed Brook's massive girth.

Beneath him, Clive groaned. “Stars, it's huge."

“Deep breath deputy, there's plenty more."

Seconds passed as Brook gave the deputy the chance to adjust. Then he pressed in further, not stopping until he had fully hilted the deputy. Tight walls squeezed down on his cock, gripping his length sending jolts of pleasure through him.

Rippppp. Clive's claws found the table, tearing through the map as they dug into the wood.

“Fuck, Brook."

Hearing Clive call his name, legs spread and taking his cock, was the sweetest sound to Brook. He pulled his hips back and sunk in again. Below him, Clive was a whimpering mess, his own cock hard and aching.

Grabbing Clive's bandana for leverage, Brook picked up the pace, his body burning with passion. Loud, wet slaps filled the room as his hips met Clive's ass again and again.

“Fuck, your ass is fantastic," Brook said between heavy breaths of air. He bit his lip.

“Oh Brook, yes!" Clive cried.

Lost in the throes of pleasure, Clive wrapped his paw around his cock and was beating it quickly. He was close.

Suddenly, Brook's thrusts grew short and quick. He was close too.

He leaned over Clive, his large frame covering him completely. His fangs found Clive's shoulder and clamped down, hard enough to draw blood, but just so. Sweet relief filled Brook as he came again, somehow harder than before, all the pent up need for Clive released in hot jets of cum.

“Brook!" Clive cried as he too came again, his hot load covering both of their chests.

Completely spent, Brook slumped over Clive, pinning him beneath his massive form. Together, the two laid, a mass of sweat and cum, their breathing coming in heavy gasps.

For a while, they laid like that, enjoying the afterglow. Clive was the first to speak.

“Brook that was— I mean, you are—"

He struggled to find the words. Eventually, he gave up trying and instead kissed Brook without warning, catching him completely by surprise.

Opening his mouth, Brook accepted the hungry kiss and together, their tongues danced, the passion unmistakable. It was everything Brook had ever hoped for.

“There's always room for one more in the gang," Brook said, pulling away. “Who knows, maybe you're as talented at robbing trains as you are at stealing hearts."

Clive purred.

“I guess we'll find out."