Can't kill the cravings.
Preface:
"If you lie down with the Devil, you'll wake up in Hell."
-I have no clue who if anyone said this, it's just something I heard somewhere.
M/M sex, you have been warned.
If you're surprised to see this story then see my edited journal entry.
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Can't kill the cravings
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The Doberman clenched his teeth down on the fox's neck. Knife-like canine fangs easily pierced the reddish vulpine pelt but he stifled a yelp. Dirk expected the fox, Cyro, to submit, when the dog wanted and where he wanted.
"Fuck yeah, bitch." The Dobie's hot breath, seasoned with Coors Light and cigarettes, scratched Cyro's neck as the fox bit back tears. Dirk's fat cock was pumping in and out of the red fox tail hole like a piston. The fox tried to rise a little and shift positions to ease his cramped back but a meaty dog paw gripped his shoulder and slammed his muzzle back down into the sheets.
The cold air turned colder with the canine's laughter. "Did we forget who the alpha is." Dirk's voice cut like a frigid razor through to the fox's brain. "Did we?" Cyro held his breath just wanting it to be over.
"Answer me bitch!" Dirk punched the fox square in the kidney, causing the smaller fur to scream in pain.
"Y-you're my alpha, I'm the bitch." Cyro bit his tongue so hard to coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. Dirk chuckled again.
"Good pup." The Dobie's knot was almost fully swollen but he still forced it inside the submissive creature beneath him before tearing it out. Cyro chomped down on a pillow to contain his cries of pain, Dirk was big enough without his knot.
Dirk closed his eyes as he humped faster and faster, hot dog balls slapping against the fox's ass with each pummel. "Mmm, take it Cyro." Deep murrs rumbled out of the dog's chest as he felt his climax approach. The fox's insides were slippery with rich Dobie pre and Dirk was getting his rocks off almost from the pure thought of painting his sub's rectum with his fluids.
With a speed uncommon to furs his size Dirk plunged himself to the hilt, now fully engorged knot popping in and making Cyro bite clean through the pillow in his jaws. Bellowing Dirk ripped himself free and dug his paw into Cyro's shoulder again, drawing faint dabs of blood. He hauled the fox up to his waist and forced Cyro down onto the blood hardened organ.
Tears streamed down the fox's muzzle as he tried not to vomit. The acrid stench of smoke was buried in Dirk's fur and the stiff Dobie meat pulsed ominously within his lips. "Suck" the dog boomed. The vulpine's eyes stung with misery and tears. He suckled as best he could while Dirk barked out criticisms on the fox's oral skills. Pulling off the cock Cyro looked up and tried to speak but Dirk's paw lashed across his muzzle, dull claws scraping over the vulpine face.
"I said suck motherfucker! Now get to it and don't fucking look at me." Dirk reinforced this with another hard slap across Cyro's eye. With half his face swelling and eye quickly turning purple the fox choked down the dick until Dirk howled with all his might. Viscous splashes of Dobie seed flooded the fox's muzzle. He quickly swallowed trying not to gag. Cyro whimpered as the Dobie moved to the other half of the bed and pulled a pack of cigs out of the nightstand, lighting up and leaning back as though nothing had happened as the vulpine pulled on a pair of boxers and a bathrobe.
Cyro crawled out of the room. He crept into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing quickly.
The phone rang twice before a sleepy voice answered.
"Mm, hullo?"
"Ben?"
"Cyro?" The bear at the other end of the line woke up a little more. "What's wrong, are, are you crying?"
"Pl-please come Ben, meet me down stairs in the lobby. Please."
"Shh, it's alright fox. I'm leaving now." Ben dropped the phone and fumbled into his jacket, diggin around for his keys. Whatever the fox's reasons for calling at this ungodly hour, this situation was serious.
Cyro hung up and slipped out the front door. Dirk had put out his cigarette and fallen asleep in record time.
The fox hurried down the stairs pulling his bathrobe around himself more. No one was awake at 10 minutes to midnight so Cyro was by himself. Curled up in one of the chairs he shivered for what seemed forever until he caught a familiar scent and stood up turning around.
Ben had entered the lobby and sprinted over to the fox. "Shit, what happened."
Cyro dissolved into babbling and collapsed crying into the bear's arms. Ben held his friend tight as the vulpine tears dotted his jacket.
"Its alright-
"I don't want to go back!"
"No one's making you go back."
"He'll fucking kill me." Cyro's eyes were wide and bloodshot as Ben tried to keep his friend relaxed.
"No he won't." Ben squeezed Cyro a little harder as the fox put his head in the crook of the bear's neck and resumed his choked sobbing. It wasn't the first time Ben had seen bruises darken the fox's face but it would be the last. Cyro didn't argue as Ben led his friend out to his car and drove off.
"Hey, you can stay with me and Tammy." Ben looked over at his friend. "We can go back tomorrow and get your stuff, that ok?"
Cyro leaned against the passenger side and door and nodded. He hated intruding on Ben and his girlfriend but the fox knew he couldn't go back, couldn't stomach one more day with Dirk.
The bear's Ford Focus's headlights cut a path through the darkness as they neared Ben's apartment. Cyro's eyes glazed over as Ben called his house phone. Tammy answered and then made up the second room.
Ben slid into his parking spot with practiced precision and helped the fox out. Cyro clutched the bear's muscular neck as they stumbled to the stairs. Ben lifted his friend easily into his arms. Horrified the bear swallowed back the pain in his throat, Cyro had lost so much weight since hooking up with the Dobie, Dirk had hounded his fox over every little thing he ate.
Before Ben could knock on the door Tammy opened it and ushered them inside. She closed the door and locked it as Ben carried his friend to the second bedroom. He laid the fox down gently on the fresh sheets. He quickly left to make some tea as Tammy sat down next to Cyro and cradled his head on her lap.
Slow tears dripped down the fox's muzzle onto the bear's nightgown. Tammy had seen through Dirk from the start, seen the chains he had wrapped around Curo's head and heart. She brushed a paw over his ears.
Cyro tensed up waiting for it. Waiting for her to laugh and say 'I told you so'. But the bear started crying with him and held him close. Ben walked back into the room with a cup of steaming liquid and passed it to Cyro.
The grateful fox gulped the hot drink down and welcomed the warmth. Tammy put her paw over Cyro's as he looked up into her eyes.
"I'm so sorry hun, really. Stay as long as you need, you're safe here I promise."
Cyro stared at the floor. "I can't help it. Some part of me, fucked up and somewhere inside, still, still wants to go back. I don't want to go but some piece of me can't let go of him. I mean, he wasn't always like this."
Tammy nuzzled Cyro. "I know, we're here if you need us." She got up and left the room to make a late dinner for the three of them.
Ben helped his friend to the bathroom. The bear started the hot water and picked out two towels. He hadn't meant to be so blunt but the fox still reeked of Dirk's smokes and it was making the bear's sensitive nose sick.
Ben stripped as Cyro took off his bathrobe and boxers and joined the bear in the steaming curtain of water. The bear's big paws rubbed body wash into the fox's back as the smaller fur almost literally melted in his friends' grasp. Cyro murred softly and contently as the bear shampooed his head fur and rubbed the vulpine's shoulders.
Cyro licked Ben's nose and returned the favor. He lathered up the broad bruin's chest and tickled his friend gently. Ben smiled and rubbed his muzzle against the fox's. The bear's short ears shot up as the vulpine's paw brushed across the warm bear balls. Ben murred at the sudden attention as Cyro ran his paw in a soft circular motion across the bear's muscle gut, feeling the dense abs under the bruin body fat.
Pink poked out of Ben's dark brown sheath and Cyro leaned against his friend, burying his face in the wet bear chest fur. The fox grasped the hardening member and slowly worked it in his paws, running his paw pads over every vein and inch of hot flesh. Ben started becoming more vocal, giving off grunts and louder murrs.
Even in the kitchen Tammy could hear the two furs in the shower. Ben's bisexuality didn't bother her in the least and if Cyro wanted some bruin beefcake then she was more than willing to share.
The fox and bear dried themselves off quickly before retiring to the second bedroom. Still naked Cyro curled up in Ben's arms as the exhausted and ball drained bear started to snore. The fluffy ursine fur was comforting as Cyro felt himself melt again in his friend's arms. He closed his eyes and was asleep before Tammy had time to cross the room.
She knelt down and kissed them both on the cheek. She turned off the stove and shut off the lights before slipping into the bed with the other two. She closed her eyes and sighed, smelling the scents of the two other furs: Bens, so dominating and masculine just like the beat it belonged to, and Cyro, milder and sweet just like the fox who emanated it.