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Sunshine once again greeted Earl as he stretched out in his bed, the expensive shades blocking only some of the rays of the morning. The wolf's stomach rumbled in hunger, having burnt quite a few calories with his personal assistant and business advisor, Marcus, last night. The smaller fox was still softly snoring just a couple feet from him on the lush king size mattress, his rump likely a bit damp from how much action occurred. Leaving him be, the blue and white lupine slid out from under the covers and slid his paws into the warm pair of slippers next to him. Pulling on his bathrobe, Earl strutted out of his room and down a short hallway to reach his main shower room. Within a minute, steam poured out from the vents, already comfortably hot.

Hot water cascaded over his built frame, his well-defined torso and leg muscles flexing in the steaming hot fluid. As he stretched out his arms, his pecs rippled, nipples flaring as the wolf groaned. Minutes later, suds filled his fur as a smoky scented body wash lathered over him. Earl truly enjoyed his waking routine, especially the shower and breakfast. Afterwards, he would need to look over some paperwork and talk to some associates for lunch. Later in the afternoon, Earl needed to head on down to the market to get some more meat. Generally, he'd have one of his servants do this for him, but the weather today was too fantastic to pass up. It hadn't been sunny for a few days in a row and the wolf was anxious to see the blue sky again.

Once dried off, the young wolf stepped out of the shower, striding over to this closet in the nude, looking over to the bed when he heard a whistle of clear appreciation. Marcus had woken up and was eyeing him with a smile. Scowling at him, the lupine admonished him with a glare and then continued to the drawers. Other servants wouldn't think to make such a lewd gesture towards him, but his fox was a special interest and he was often far more lenient in his regard. Picking out some refined silk pants and jacket, Earl pulled those on before gliding his paws into his foot guards.

"Marcus, go get dressed and get some breakfast. Let the chef know I'd like an omelet with all the fixings and a couple biscuits on the side. Have him cut up an apple and orange for me and make sure there's plenty of hot tea. Also, I need my paperwork organized and in my office by nine."

"Understood, Sir."

Marcus bowed his head in respect and obedience before dropping out of the bed and gathering his clothes to head to the shower. Once he closed the door behind him, the wolf was left alone to set his sleek fur into place. His frame fit his attire wonderfully, the curve of his hips and size of his pecs more than subtle under his clothes. Bringing up his paws, he slid his fingers against the concealed ridges of his thick nipple rings, the curved metal adornments one of his favorite additions.

Earl sighed as his brain reminded him of today's duties. Sometimes being rich and important was a blessing, other times it was an almost unbearable chore. There was hardly anything he cared to speak about or listen to in today's meeting that would last five eons more than was necessary, but his estate's stability depended on being informed and abreast on the issues of his peers. Shrugging in acceptance, the wolf turned around and pulled a book from his nightstand, sitting down and opening up to the last page, an hour still left to savor in the embrace of silence.

The hour sped by as the lupine read about the theories of advanced mathematics, something he had always found fascinating, even if the math necessary to pull it off grew beyond his scope of understanding like an unimaginable beast. HIs buzzer soon sounded and Earl finished his last paragraph before dropping his bookmark in and closed his book. Replacing it on the nightstand, he stretched one more time and then turned to the door, easing it open and heading to the stairwell.

A minute long walk brought him to the dining room, where the smell of breakfast hit his nose, his stomach growling like an angry lion. Fortunately, his chef was right on time, the raccoon setting his food and tea next to his seat and greeting him with a cheerful hello. Earl returned the gesture, the raccoon one of his few independent employees. Sprinkling some ginger and salt on his omelet, the wolf grinned as the flavor hit his taste buds. Robert was a very skilled chef indeed. Far too quickly, sadly enough, Earl emptied his plate and cleared his cup, his morning routine shifting to his duties in his office.

The estate was quite a big one, with a ballroom and several bedrooms for guests and parties. He had a sauna and his own exercise equipment, helping to shape his body. If he had a less bloated schedule, the wolf would have liked to get some lifting in for his pecs, but time was not on his side today. Shuffling into his room with a cup of coffee, Earl found his stack of papers in three neat piles on his desk. With a sigh of defeat and a grunt of approval towards his fox servant, he sat down and pulled up the first stack, beginning to scan the updated inventory and value of his belongings.

LIke barbs in his skin, the task was excruciatingly painful. He was meticulous with every detail, thanking his fortune that he only needed to do this every month rather than anything more often. Ensuring he kept his shoulders loose and his back straight, Earl swam through the paper swamp until he crawled out, tallying up the results. Marking down a value increase of 1.3% in just this month, the wolf placed the documents in a neat pile on the other side of his large, polished desk.

The clock creeped towards eleven by the time the wolf sat back down again and viewed the second stack. Many of them were letters sent by related associates, some asking for meetings and others for trading deals. The ones he wanted to respond to were placed in one pile while the others landed in his trash bin. Not everyone was worth meeting, nor even responding to. Many of those who tried to contact him were way too low of players in the market to be worth his time. This attitude wasn't lofty or egotistical, but running an estate took time and energy on its own, so Earl was selective. He would write responses to the first pile tomorrow.

With the final pile in his paws, the blue lupine raked a few claws through his black hair, a few thick strands dyed red to help his appearance stand out. He had been chastised by some of his more pompous business partners and likely judged by others, but he wasn't much interested in making them happy so long as they kept buying his estate's products. The third stack of sheets was much thinner, only containing about a dozen documents detailing shipments and pending orders. Signing off on those that needed it, Earl stood up and popped his back and knuckles, ready for some sunshine before he was to be cooped up in his conference hall for several hours of torture.

Outside, the sunshine was beaming onto the ground, with only a few clouds in passing to occasionally block it. The temperature was perhaps a bit hot, but the far decreased humidity from yesterday kept it highly pleasant. Alone in his garden with some time to kill, Earl leaned back on his swinging bench and unbuttoned his jacket, Pulling off his shirt, he relaxed against the apparatus and brought his paws up to give his big man breasts a good squeeze. Their tight muscled mounds were a love of the wolf's, the sensitive nipples only made more so by the curved metal bars that hung through them.

Moaning as he gripped and squeezed them, Earl languished against the bench, feeling a small tingle accompany him in his pants. His legs spread to accommodate his package, a finger sliding down to give it a hard squeeze before returning to his bulging pecs. Along with his curved hips, they were what he considered his most attractive feature. He loved making Marcus suck on and kiss them, especially while he skewered him from underneath. One of his hidden pleasures, however, was that as much as he enjoyed pleasure there, pain turned him on even more. When he dug his claws into his skin and dragged them downward, his shaft bolted out of his sheath with a jump and he tensed.

Earl had tested it out before and found that he could climax from just stimulation on his pecs and nipples, but he could hardly spare soiling his pants for now. For several minutes, the wolf alternated between massaging and clawing at his breasts, pinching and circling his nipples as he ground his rump against the bench. When he finally managed to pull his hands away, his pecs were as red as his hair streak, the buds of his nipples as hard as his throbbing shaft. A line of drool hung from his lower jaw, quickly slurped up as the wolf put his shirt back on. Rearranging his jewels, he gave them one more collective squeeze before he stood up, throwing his silk jacket back on.

Lunch was quick and light to help ensure he wouldn't worry about fatigue during his meeting. A few slices of toast and lightly seasoned mutton stew was downed with a glass of whole milk and a banana. Returning to his room, Earl quickly changed into new boxers, his current ones stained from a few drops of precum he had produced on the bench. With about ten minutes to go before he needed to greet his associates, the wolf combed his hair one more time and then redressed himself,

Praying against all reality for them to not show, Earl was heavily disappointed when his butler, a buck named Tristan, informed him his guests had arrived and he had led them to the sitting room. Resigning himself to the inevitable, the canid made his way to the hall and greeted his associates. After a few minutes of forced pleasantries, he led them to his conference room and they all sat down for a glorious round of unadultered agonizing discussion and useless banter, every minute feeling like it belonged to a demon.

Mercifully, the two hour long meeting did eventually end, leaving the wolf to escort his business affiliates out of the door. With them gone, Earl sighed in relief, the most important events in his schedule completed. He so hated this time of the month; sometimes he wished for the more normal life of the citizens who lived in the city. They had a lot less obligations, and even though they lived with less accommodations and privileges, the wolf often fantasized about living among them for a while, if even just to get a break from the constant grind of running his estate.

It was about mid afternoon once Earl left for the market. They were getting a bit short on fruits and meat, so it was certainly a good time to make a trip there, plus it was a great chance to get a break from the same scenery. He switched out into more normal street wear, leaving his expensive silk and satin attire behind for more of just a pair of jeans and a shirt. The shirt was tight enough to show off the majority of his pectoral muscles, a smile of pride showing on his face when he looked in the mirror before leaving. Not wanting to garner too much attention while he was out, Earl chose a rather mundane hat to wear, tying up his hair to keep from being recognized too easily.

The walk down the hill was quite uneventful, taking about ten minutes before the lupine left the estate gates and another thirty before reaching the outskirts of the city center. There was quite a bit of life going on, with many vendors looking to sell off their wares, whether they be food, trinkets or tools for the large farming community beyond the primary section of the urban center. As he made his way further in towards the butcher's market, kids were more numerous, with a few of the more ragged ones stopping to ask him for some spare coins. Never being one to feel greedy, Earl gave a couple coins to each one, smiling back at their gleeful expression.

Earl had nearly made his way to the stalls when his attention was caught by the site of two burly men, one a black panther, the other a gray rat, pulling up to a small factory to unload some rather heavy supplies. Sweat shined on their frames, both shirtless to help tolerate the heat. The wagon was nearly packed and with only a couple of them working on transferring the load, it was clearly going to take some time. Contemplating the fact that outside of his walk down, there wasn't going to be a great chance for a good workout today, Earl decided to try and jump in. The worst that could happen was to be told to shove off.

Waiting for the two to come back out to avoid looking like a thief, he stepped up to them and asked if they wanted any help.

"If you wanna bust your butt carrying these, it's fine with me, but we're getting paid, not you."

Shrugging in response, Earl hopped up and grabbed one of the boxes, steadily gripping it as he dismounted. The other two followed, the shirtless panther who had responded to him grabbing him.

"If you want to actually help, go on inside and help take the boxes to the marked spots. The printed colors denote which section they go to."

The wolf nodded and headed in, seeing the first two crates already on the ground. There were over a dozen other males inside, the sudden rank of musk and sweat crashing into his nose. Slightly grimacing in an involuntary response, he resolved himself to get used to it and began to carry his crate over to the back corner. Most of the other workers paid him no mind, focused on their own work, fastening screws and nails or cutting lumber. One pair of eyes did follow him, though. The amber spheres of a lithe coyote latched onto him before the rest of him set off on an interception course.

By the time Earl had dropped the crate down, the coyote reached him, standing in front of him with a dark scowl on his face.

"Who are you? I ain't never seen you around here before. You some new hire on with the panther and rat?"

Figuring there was no harm in an indirect response, Earl nodded and replied back.

"Assumed I could be of some help."

"What's your name, rookie?"

"Dylan."

There wasn't much point in giving out his real name, seeing as how he planned on leaving in a couple hours anyway. It'd be easy enough to disappear once he had done enough in his own mind. The coyote, seemingly the foreman of the factory, gave him a look over and nodded in approval.

"You look built enough for it. Not many stay on for very long, but it's decent pay if you can manage it. And you certainly look like you can. Get on it then, we'll talk more later."

With that, the coyote foreman turned around and headed back up to what looked like a makeshift office. His fur was quite dusty, subduing the natural mix of brown, grey and black on his coat. By the time he had made it halfway down the path, Earl turned his gaze back to the crates and began walking back. Once he got there, the panther caught him by the wrist and pulled him around the side of the building, only stopping once he had pinned him in a corner of empty crates.

"How much longer would you have spent looking at him if you didn't have to worry about the rest of us seeing you? I could guess you liked guys the moment you walked up, but if you wanna tell me differently, here's your chance."

The shock of being handled in such a way stunned the roughed up wolf for a few seconds, his words of denial coming out as a stutter as he tried to regain his lost composure. That brought a sneer to the cat's face, his tongue slipping out of his maw to lick his lips as if the lupine were his prey. One strong arm and paw pushed him against the wall while his other dropped down to give his package a tight grope. Earl snarled back, but couldn't stop the twitch of his shaft, his wolfhood having popped out in record time at the rough handling.

"Your face says you're in denial, cuz your cock says otherwise."

Feline fingers curled underneath the shape of his balls, rolling them inside his jeans before moving up to tease over his hidden length. The panther gruffly pushed his head forward, underneath the wolf's chin and clamped his jaws around the front of Earl's throat, forcibly sucking on his neck, prickling his teeth against his flesh. In such a precarious and vulnerable position, and at such a strength disadvantage, there was nowhere for him to go, nor was it safe to struggle with those sharp fangs right next to his throat.

Saliva streamed down his neck and precum was starting to leak from his cock by the time the panther finally let him go, standing back to stare at him.

"I'd rip down your pants, turn you around and fuck you right now if I didn't have a job to do, but that'll be done soon enough. Don't go running off, though, unless you really don't want this."

With that, the black furred cat turned around and walked back to the cart, snagging another crate from the wagon and going on inside. Earl panted, his face flush and hot from both infuriating indignity, but also embarrassment at his raging arousal. He had never been manhandled like that before, but his libido was already in love. Still in shocked silence, he brought a paw up to his neck, feeling the spit soaked fur matting up. With no towel available, Earl lifted his shirt to dry his throat as best he could, though there was nothing he could do about the wet stain in his boxers.

Grunting at how sore his neck already was from the panther's maw, he questioned if he should just go home. The tent in his boxers was rock solid and showed no sign of relenting at all. Part of his mind told him the wise thing to do would be to leave before he got caught in the middle of a very dangerous situation, but his life had been lacking in any sort of risky adventure for so long. After another minute of deliberation, he finally steeled himself forward and grabbed another crate from the wagon.

Crossing paths with the panther again, Earl shied away from looking directly at him, instead staring ahead and through him. Even without any words, the canine could feel the intensity of the big cat's stare at him, green eyes boring through his clothes and scanning every inch of his body. Trying to stay composed, the wolf focused on his task as best he could, but each time the two passed by each other, his lupine shaft would throb again in absolute refusal to settle down.

Precum still dribbled out of his slit, the constant increased supply of blood in his genitals making him a bit dizzy as he started to sweat in the heat. Most of the males in here had not shirts on themselves, but Earl didn't want to attract any further attention from the rest of them with his nipple jewelry. His mind was still confused over why he was choosing to stay, but something about that panther kept him put.

When all the crates were finally in place, with sweat beading down Earl's face and his arms aching, he realized he hadn't done this much work in years outside of the gym. As tiring as it had been, it kind of felt refreshing to do something different. The wolf's boner had finally subsided, but still hung outside his sheath. His boxers were soaked from sweat and precum and his shirt stuck to him like plaster, showing off his entire form, and to his sudden realization and chagrin, the very obvious form of his nipple rings.

The panther was nowhere to be seen, and with his wits more intact, Earl figured it would be a smart idea to go home. Unfortunately, he hadn't brought a second shirt, so his chest would catch some unwanted attention on the way back. He would have to just shrug it off though, as he lacked any other option. Having made his decision, he turned around to leave, only to suddenly see the panther standing directly in front of him, no more than a couple feet away. He simply smirked at him before walking forward, his paws flying up to shove the wolf directly in the chest.

The appendage hurricane sent him toppling over backwards, the wolf grunting when he landed, only to see the panther standing above him. Green eyes flickered at him, but he didn't say a word, simply staring down at him while Earl slid back and used one of the tables to get back up. He barely got his feet underneath him before the panther was on him, bending him over the table, pressing their chests together. The wolf could feel each huff of breath from the feline's nose, the blast of air brushing over his fur as he vainly struggled against the powerful panther's paws.

"You're a cute wolf, you know that? You know what I want to do with you right now?"

Those green feline eyes bore into him, sparkling with no subtle amount of lust. The points of his canines dipped past his bottom lip. Being both much bigger and quite a bit stronger than Earl, the wolf found it impossible to even gain an inch of room to pull away from the large cat. Finally, he looked up at him and locked his gaze to the panther, glaring back at him in an attempt to show his own dominance.

"I'd love to rip those pants of yours off and give you the fucking you deserve, but I'm tired and I'd rather go home right now, so we'll keep this short. You can call me Jesse."

With that, Earl yelped as he felt someone else grab his wrists, yanking him up fully onto the table while Jesse held a firm grip on his shoulders. The paws were slightly smaller, but the wolf recognized the scent, staring up as he saw the coyote foreman securing his right wrist with a steel clamp. Realization hit him like a steam engine and the wolf grabbed for his shackled arm, fighting the coyote's hold on him, but the panther quickly stifled his efforts. Overwhelmed by the strength of three arms, the sharp click of the second clamp locked around Earl's second wrist, trapping his arms to opposite corners of the table.

"Neither Ralph nor I care to see you run off tonight in fear. The warehouse is closed tomorrow, but I think we'll both be back anyways. As will you."

It took another minute, but Earl's ankles were soon locked to the other corners before a heavy iron collar rattled around his neck, a short chain wrapping around a ring and holding his head down. The heat from the working was starting to dissipate and the wolf began to notice that it was a bit chilly in the building. He shivered a little as the panther finally pulled himself off of the trapped and humiliated canine, tensing up when he felt the sharp claws sliding over the seam of his pants.

"Jesse, go get my utility knife from my office so we can get this bitch out of his clothes."

The coyote's lighter voice was no less intimidating given the lupine's heavily compromised position. Neither of them had seemed to notice how hard his nipples were, or the bulge in his pants, aggressively aroused from being in such close proximity to the two males. They would once they took his clothes off and Earl wasn't sure he wanted to know what they'd do to him afterwards. Unfortunately, as the panther returned, brandishing a serrated, long knife, he knew he was going to find out.

Before Jesse even started cutting his jeans, a sudden thought of both excitement and despair hit him: no one would find it odd that he didn't return to his home tonight. That would mean Marcus had no reason to worry or send someone out into the city to look for him and he highly doubted anyone nearby would care to break into the factory once his two captors left. As his first seam was split with a final hard tug and rip, Earl shuddered, curling his head up to watch as the black feline moved over to the other side and started on the opposite end, cutting into the fabric easily and working his way upwards to his hip.

With the final cut made, the panther immediately went to his shirt, ignoring the wolf's protests as the knife glided right up the middle, cutting through the leather fabric before it was ripped the rest of the way off. Earl closed his eyes to avoid watching their expressions as he felt heat rush to his face. His large, exposed, pierced nipples throbbed in response to the rush of cool air against their damp surface, Earl biting his own lip to stifle a hissing moan.That hiss came out when he felt the panther's claws lightly slide over them.

"Well, I'll be damned, Ralph. Do you know of anyone who could afford such thick rings? Wonder how many dicks he sucked to pay for these."

Earl's eyes flew open at such an insult, his more dominant nature flaring up in anger and indignation, Jesse just laughed when he heard the hard clank of the chain holding the wolf's right arm down, keeping him from what would have been a punch to the face. In return, the coyote smacked him across the face, making him snarl in the stinging pain made more intense by the volume of blood in his cheeks.

"You must be one hell of a slut. I bet he's fantastic in bed. Aren't you, bitch?"

"I am no one's...bi-sssss."

His protest was cut off as the panther's paw pads rolled against his hard cock, sliding upwards to tease at his tip, Jaws unclenched in an open mouth moan as those pads trailed against his underside bulge. Ralph chuckled at the wolf, brandishing a large metal ring that was connected to two leather straps. While the wolf shuddered and moaned, the coyote pushed it past his teeth, and used the straps to pull it down into his mouth, spreading his jaws until it sat a couple inches in his maw, forcing it open.

"You're going to be ours tomorrow, that's for sure."

A growl of control rumbled through the coyote's throat as he locked the leather straps behind the wolf's muzzle. Ralph lazily stroked a paw over the lupine's chin and upper neck before bending it back and pressing his own bulge against his lips. Earl gagged against the ring, his jaws painfully stretched outwards, but there was no give in the metal and he found himself almost incapable of swallowing. With his lips pressed against the foreman's bulge, he wanted to feel angry, and although he did, it was being drowned out by the feeling of arousal.

After having spent so many years always being in control, being the dom, being the top, this was an insanely new experience for him, one that was uncomfortable, but extremely intense. Stuck on a cold table, naked and progressively being violated, Earl was having trouble holding onto his anger and indignation, slowly just letting himself enjoy the feeling of the panther's paw running over his throbbing shaft. When the coyote unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to free his cock, his eyes bulged at those massive orbs, each one about as big as a small lemon.

A shudder ran through him as he felt a long drool of precum ooze out of his slit, dangling there as Jesse continued to slowly paw him. He could feel a tickle around his ass, as the other paw slid into his cleft and proceeded deeper until he felt two fingers prodding at his pucker. Earl whimpered as he tensed at even the sensation of them pressing against his sphincter, wincing as sharp pain met his pelvis in return. The rubbing along his dick helped keep it at bay for a small bit, but it was quite obvious that they were not going to get into him without both lubrication and stretching.

"Seems he's way too tight for anything down here, at least for tonight. I don't really fancy the idea of how much time it'll take to get him loose enough to get inside tonight. Should I just finish him off and then we mark him, Ralph?"

"Sounds like a good plan to me. I'm definitely ready to get to sleep, but I think a bathroom stop would be nice."

The almost evil chuckle that followed the coyote foreman's words made Earl freeze in panic. There wasn't anyway they could be talking about what he thought they were. He had to get out of there! But, as he started rattling against the shackles, he felt Jesse's claws against his balls and stilled rapidly. The stroking of his staff continued unabated, his stiffy having lost no amount of rigidity at the notion of being pissed on. Earl prayed internally that it was just due to the sensation of the cat's paws and not the act they would do to him, but a surge in his loins worked to tell him otherwise.

He was already close as it were, having spent hours around shirtless, buff males. HIs blood rate was up and the earlier encounter against the side of the building had given him a chub that he hadn't ever quite recovered from and it didn't help that the heavy musk of two sweaty men sandwiched around him was driving his libido upwards constantly. Shudders ran through his groin as he felt his balls being rubbed, lightly tickled as they began to tighten. Breaths came erratically and his legs began to twitch, randomly pulling at the cuffs as he quivered.

"He's really close. Seems he's loving this treatment."

"Of course he is, Ralph. I know a slut when I see one."

Earl was drooling hardcore by the time he let out a long groan, his shaft violently twitching as those paws worked him over, his lips running along the underside of the coyote's wood. Heaving, he sputtered out saliva as he shook in building pleasure. Toes and fingers curled, claws stretching out as the heat in his crotch soared, his balls jumping forward, his prostate expanding as they both sent juice together, churning in the base of his cock for a few long seconds before the wolf howled through his ring gag and came.

Powerful surges launched long ropes of lupine seed all over his chest, crisscrossing over his abdomen and pecs while he gasped and thrust into that glorious paw again and again, feeling the panther squeeze down on the base of his cock with each pulse. Earl climaxed harder and longer than anytime in recent memory, gasping and shaking as his spurts weakened to drooling streams and then tapered off completely, the last few drops squeezed out by the cat behind him. Earl could feel each strand of cum against his fur, mingling with the sweat of his body, the heat of the impending climax causing his pores to open in advance. His breathing returned to normal, body going limp as the afterglow of his orgasm overwhelmed him.

"Well, pup, that was your turn. Now it's ours."

The sounds of gears shifting rattled in Earl's ears and he suddenly found himself being lowered down, the table descending towards the ground. Following him, the coyote kneeled down, calmly holding his softening dick in his left paw while he waited for Jesse to stop turning the crank. Hovering just a foot off the floor, the panther walked back around and stood in between their prisoner's legs, Earls ankles reaching about mid shin. Aiming his dick at him, Jesse smiled. Ralph tilted the wolf's head down before pulling back and pushing forward, inserting his penis into the captive lupine's maw.

"Now, be a good bitch and swallow nicely."

That was the only warning the wolf was to receive before the coyote pushed into him, easily passing the wide ring. The tip pushed up against the back of his throat and trickled out a few drops of acrid urine before unleashing a stream into him. The taste was horrible, acidic and vile, making Earl squirm and try in vain to pull his head away, but the coyote had a strong, firm grip and held him still. In the haze of wretched sickness, the wolf felt the hot splatter of piss pouring onto his upper chest.

There was hardly anything more embarrassing that Earl could have imagined being subjected to, but after coughing the first second or two, he found he could just barely tolerate the taste and idea. He gripped his hands into fists as the piss streamed down his throat and all over his chest, cleaning off his own cum and soaking his fur with a strong stench. Some poured over his legs and arms and more over his crotch, marking him all over, and yet somehow, the wolf could feel himself staying hard, part of him loving the attention and the total defilement of his body.

As the stream on both sides subsided, he felt the coyote lean back some, filling his muzzle with the last of his urine before sighing in satisfaction, pulling out and then standing up. Earl watched as the panther walked to the side and used the crank to lift the table back up again, going up several feet until he was roughly at waist level again. Jesse snickered at the violated lupine before bending down and picking up a short, thin crowbar, admiring it for a few seconds before pointing it out to Ralph.

"Hey boss. Think we could leave this inside of him to keep his ass company for the night?"

"Go for it. Just make sure to use some of that oil to lube it up."

Earl tensed up, waiting about a minute before he felt that cold, slick iron pressed up against his ass. It was thin in diameter, making for a rather easy entrance, but still enough to make the wolf clamp down on it like a vice as it made its way into his passage. The oil was slick enough that it slipped past his sphincter's grip with ease, sliding in about eight inches before the arch pressed up against his taint. He huffed around the intruder, his butt indecisive about holding it in, but there was no way for him to push it back out.

"We'll be seeing you tomorrow, bitch. Don't have too much fun while we're gone. Oh ,and if you get too cold, you can always piss on yourself."

The last noises the lupine heard were the sounds of his two captors leaving and locking up the factory, leaving him in total darkness as they shut off the lights and closed the door. The taste of piss was still strong in his maw as he couldn't swallow to rid himself of it. Saliva slithered out of the corners of his gaping jaws and he could already feel the tingling in his own bladder telling him to relieve himself. Earl just hoped it wouldn't be too long of a night.

For an hour, Earl focused on trying to find some sort of give in his shackles, working his legs and arms in different ways and directions. He strained against them, using every ounce of his thick pectoral and abdominal muscles to try and break them. They barely moved at all, with just the hard clank of chain as a response. By the time the wolf gave in, slumping against the hard surface of the table, the feline's urine had dried, matting his fur. A small bit of sweat stuck to his skin as he panted.

It had taken some considerable time, but now that crowbar lodged deep into his ass seemed to be massaging his prostate and gut with each heartbeat and breath. The stimulation had slowly refilled his rod with blood, bringing him to a persistent half mast. Precum had just started to form at his tip as his ass sensitively clenched against the thick tool. Groaning, he slid back against the hard table, sighing as relaxed his limbs, feeling a sudden tingle as several drops of urine fell from his slit onto his crotch.

His groin reflexively clenched as he suddenly remembered how badly he needed to empty his own bladder. Curling his head towards his crotch, he could see his cock lying on his fur, his slit wet with what he noticed was still oozing pre. Groaning in frustration, he clenched again, trying to hold off the impending stream, but he lost when he felt a surge of pleasure run through him as his prostate was squeezed against the metal crowbar. With his guard broken, his bladder gave way, his shaft twitching upwards as a stream of hot urine launched over his chest, splattering against his maw.

With the dam opened, Earl only managed to keep the rest from pouring out for a few seconds. Leaning his head back, he groaned as his own piss poured all over him, his shaft hardening again in the memory of had been done to him a little over an hour ago. As humiliating as it had been, it was an undeniably arousing event. In a decision almost solely determined by his dick, the wolf found himself trying to resoak as much of himself as he could as his stream carried on for a good minute.

By the time he was done and the last of his piss dripped down his rod, he was panting and completely hard, to the point of throbbing. Milking his ass against the bar, he tried to bring himself over, but it couldn't be done. Earl was thankful that there was no one to see what he had just done to his body, the hot streams already starting to cool down as the wolf let out a shiver. It had been a moment of mental weakness, as he would have easily been able to twist his body enough for most of the urine to miss him.

His arousal caused him to imagine what would happen to him in the morning, when the two workers would do what they wanted with his trapped body. The strength left to struggle further had been drained and Earl found himself fighting the need for sleep and slowly losing with every passing minute. Finally, with a depressed sigh, the lupine admitted defeat and closed his eyes, softly shuddering as he felt that crowbar tease inside his gut for several dozen more heartbeats before he finally passed out into the night.

The clatter of a few objects being moved around woke Earl back up once again, his still dilated eyes making out the two figures moving his way. The door was only open for a couple seconds as his captors reentered the facility, but it was enough to inform him that it was just hitting dawn outside. Moving his right hand up to scratch a sudden itch on his nose, the wolf yelped when he felt his arm yanked back by the sleep forgotten shackles that held each of his limbs down and nearly immovable.

An unhushed chuckle left the panther's mouth as he glared his blue eyes in the wolf's direction, meeting his gaze with a snarl. The coyote was just a bit behind him, seemingly looking at a few things on the side wall before grabbing up a couple indiscernible items and continuing after the black furred feline. Neither of them seemed to be in much of a rush to get to him, though as the coyote got closer, Earl began to see something spinning in his grip and hissed when he saw what looked to be a chain whip of some sort. The other piece was shorter, but had two rubber covered prongs on each end with a short chain that connected out with a leash handle.

These weren't items that Earl was unfamiliar with, having used some in play with some of his willing servants as well as Marcus at times. His mind was not at all enthused, but his abdomen heaved in anticipation. One of his kinks was having his chest abused and both those tools were clearly meant to do just that. However, he was always in control of the situation and with the shackles around him, it was clear that would not be the case this time around. Within seconds, his two captors split around him, Earl jerking forward when he felt the panther slap his ass hard enough for it to echo in the empty factory.

"Good morning, faggot."

Earl grunted as the burn of such brutal contact ripped through his ass, hissing through his teeth. He glared back at the cat, trying to outstare him, but was interrupted when his head was yanked back by the coyote who had come around front. Already at waist level, his lips came into contact with the other canine's half hard shaft. The ring in between his jaws kept his maw steady as the foreman stepped forward and began to grind his dick against his lips and face, growing hard very quickly.

Behind him, the feline was messing with his shackles, undoing the locks before bending his legs upwards and then over his chest. Earl tried to struggle, but his legs were too stiff and the blood had mostly stagnated in his vessels. The most he was able to do was delay him for a few seconds before the coyote took hold of the chains attached to them, leaving his ass completely exposed, his anus squeezing tightly against the crowbar still sitting inside him. The coyote was quick to slide the ends of the two chains over the same hooks holding his arms in place before bringing his paws to the wolf's muzzle.

Ralph's tapered shaft slid into his jaws, the smooth flesh gliding under his tongue and against the inner walls of his cheeks. Earl huffed as he tasted the musk of the dog above him, but but then muffled out a howl of pain as a sharp crack of chain smacked against his butt. He barely had a chance to respond before he was hit again, even harder and then again, the panther changing between cheeks every few smacks. Earl flailed against his shackles, but to no avail, tears filling his eyes before pouring down his forehead as the violent abuse continued unabated.

A good minute passed before the whipping stopped, the chain replaced by the tight grip of feline paws as his screaming muscles and nerves were massaged. His ass burned and the wolf had no doubt they were bright red by now. He hoped they wouldn't become welts later, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Every toe on his feet was clenched as he panted around the foreman's length, tasting a few dribbles of sweet precum, whimpering as he felt the tip push against the back of his throat.

Earl heard the sound of his gag being undone, but there was no room for his jaw to go, trapped between his neck and the coyote's crotch. He felt the ring pull out of his jaws and pull over the dick inside it, turning from a ring gag to a cock ring in a few seconds before the foreman pulled out several inches and then plowed back into him, the tip battering the back of his throat. Earl fought back his gag reflex while also trying to swallow the extremely thick saliva that had built up overnight.

While he was facefucked up front by the coyote, the wolf's ass clenched as he felt the crowbar finally being pulled out from inside his gut. Inch by inch it exited, the dry flesh of his ass being pulled by it due to friction, making him wince. Once it popped out, the panther unceremoniously tossed across the room, pulling down and stepping out of his pants before pressing up right against him, part of the table folding down to make room. Now he was close enough that Earl could feel the barbs of his shaft prickling against his already stinging asscheeks.

Brandishing that chain whip above him, Jesse slid the end of it over the wolf's upper chest, the cold steel causing Earl to shiver both from the change in temperature and the aroused dread building inside him. He could feel the coyote's knot starting to inflate as it slowly swelled inside his maw, but was shocked when the panther reeled back and slapped the chain over his left pectoral. Seizing up, he almost bit down on Ralph's coyotehood, but that ring kept him from causing damage. The second smack came just seconds later, Earl rattling the chains as it slammed into him again.

Tears of agony, distress and humiliation dripped from his eyes, but his shaft pulsed hard with each vicious collision. Earl wanted to bite down hard on the dick in his mouth, but that ring he wore on the base made it impossible to do anything other than gag as Ralph growled and thrust into him harder and harder, snarling with fervor as he watched each shot land hard, deep red marks covering the wolf's chest. Precum practically streamed down his throat as he hissed, drool splattering over Earl's face and neck before he howled and buried his shaft in his muzzle.

Hot cum erupted from Ralph's shaft, pulsing past the tight grip of the ring behind his fully inflated knot, spewing huge ropes powerfully down the wolf's esophagus. The flavor was hard to catch or even notice as he thrashed in physical misery as the chains mercilessly clashed against barely protected bone, his thick muscles barely protecting his ribcage and collarbone. He had a difficult time even swallowing the coyote's jizz, some of it slipping out between his lips as the seed continued to launch into the back of his mouth.

Ralph pulled out suddenly, holding his nearly spent dick upwards to allow the last few, weakening strings to cascade over Earl's chin and neck, a satisfied, sadistic grin on his face. The blows finally stopped, seemingly having been incorporated for the foreman's pleasure. Earl heaved in wracked breaths, every rise of his chest wall a test of endurance and perseverance. Ralph had gotten what he wanted, the coyote unhooking his legs and handing the chains over to Jesse. The panther was quick to lock them back down to their original position, his barbed dick having drooled a rather large portion of feline precum over both their groins.

"You take it from here, Jesse. He's all yours. Just let me know when you're all done."

"Got it, boss."

With his maw finally empty, Earl swallowed as best as he could, finally fully tasting the coyote's spunk as he tried to breathe. His chest hurt more than he had ever experienced. Working out didn't come close and nothing he had ordered Marcus to do to him was anything remotely quite like the torture he had just gone through. Words were impossible to formulate in his head and so he just laid there for several silent minutes, broken only by the involuntary whimpers he let out as he breathed through an utterly beaten ribcage.

"Ralph's big on inflicting pain, especially watching others do it. I'm a bit nicer, but I'm not going to go soft on you either."

Earl couldn't even imagine how anyone could surpass what Jesse had already done to him barring outright murder. It would take weeks, maybe even months, to fully heal up from this morning and it wasn't even done yet. Every touch from the cat in between his legs felt like fire, his nerves so on edge that every bit of contact fired back with a severe overreaction. Jesse's claws teased against his thighs, threatening to break skin at times, while he ground their two erections together.

His legs quivered as those paws kept dragging against his skin, passing through the fur to scratch against his skin. Initially, they had felt nice, scratching long dormant itches, but the sensation had turned into irritation and now tense pain as the skin was getting inflamed with blood. Earl instinctively tried to pull his legs away from Jesse, but he could barely move them even an inch and the panther just followed him, leaving him awkwardly and uncomfortably spread. After a couple attempts to close his legs again were met with sharp claws, the wolf just moaned and pressed them together.

The tips of the cat's sharp claws punctured his skin, letting the blood trickle down around his thighs. Jesse quite clearly had predicted this and left his claws there for a while, digging in just a little bit to the sound of a halted protest before pulling his paws back. The blood seeped from ten almost symmetrical holes, but the black furred wildcat paid no more attention to his legs. Leaning forward over the wolf, those paws moved up to his ass, gripping each of his slightly recovered cheeks as he made eye contact with his bitch.

Digging his claws in again, he savored the feeling of the wolf tensing up those muscles, trying to protect himself, and then failing once again as they each broke through his skin and made him bleed more. This time, Jesse kept his claws engaged, even fully contracting them while he flexed his paws. Finally, Earl whined in full, the border between pain and lust almost too blurry to define. Gasping, the wolf clenched his eyes shut to break the unwavering gaze, admitting submissiveness for the first time.

Not quite satisfied, Jesse played in his rump for a little bit longer before pulling out, dragging his bloody claws up over his captive's hips and reaching his taut obliques before coming to a stop again. There wasn't any need to wonder what the cat would do, as seconds later, he had ten more puncture wounds there too. Again, the panther kept his claws in him, his muzzle dipping down towards his right nipple. The claws didn't release as the cat's tongue snaked out and grazed the top of his nub, the rough surface of the feline appendage making Earl hiss back at him, eyes shooting open again to look.

His shivering form was kept locked by both the shackles and the claws as Jesse's lips opened and he took the metal ring into his maw and then sank down to enclose the whole nub in between his lips. Earl groaned in protest and almost immediate overstimulation. HIs nipples were quite sensitive and that rough tongue rolling over it and the lips sucking on it were already too much to handle. Except that he had no option other than to handle it, so he just shook and whined like the bitch they had made him into while coursing shockwaves scoured over his already abused chest.

In between the agonizing haze of everything that ached, bled and cried in his form, Earl's stiffy had never wavered, standing strong and alert as it dribbled out drop after drop of transluscent precum down his rod. Blood still trickled out from his wounds, but only the latest ones were felt much past the painful ministrations of the barbed tongue running over his hard nub. Earl growled as Jesse's claws dug in a bit further, almost toying with his muscles as he sucked and nibbled his flesh protrusion, possessively working over it as he purred on top of his prisoner.

A little stream of saliva slipped out from between the panther's pursed lips, His crotch shook and part of him knew that it would very little stimulation to bring him over the edge he was already teetering on. As the panther's tongue scrubbed over his pierced nipples, switching between them here and there for several ongoing minutes, Earl could feel whatever was left of his defiant will draining away. Every dribbling throb of his shaft echoed the failing defenses in his psyche as he felt his thoughts fully shift from getting away to getting off.

Earl was practically shaking by the time the panther pulled his muzzle and lips away from the wolf's nipples, both of those nubs ferociously tingling in hyper stimulated agony. In his haze, however, he could only seem to register pain as pleasure and simply moaned in lust. Those iron shackles kept him hostage, but also left him comforted. There was something soothing about fully realizing how out of control he was in this situation and when the shock of those cat's claws being pulled from his chest hit him, he didn't whimper, but gasped and arched his back, precum surging from his shaft in one strong pulse.

Two fingers slid down to lightly caress over his wicked hard spire, teasing up and down his length while he heaved, so fucking close to relief, but he knew he wasn't to get it yet, if ever. Those digits only played with him for a few seconds before they gathered up a large stream of pre and were removed to head southward towards his ass. Earl moaned when he felt the two blunt ends forcefully prod against his passage for a few seconds before pushing inside. The crowbar had done wonders to loosen him up overnight, but it was still bigger than he was prepared for.

If there was any give, the wolf might have found a way to squirm away from those fingers, but instead, they sunk to the second knuckle and then the third. Earl howled weakly past his ring gag, thick drool and leftover coyote spunk seeping out from his locked jaws. His ass clenched, the panther easing for a little bit as he permitted him a few merciful seconds to spread around them before pulling them back out and locking his gaze on the lupine.

"Now it's really my turn, bitch boy."

Jesse snarled before locking eyes with his captive, glowering at him for a little bit before shifting forward and pressing his crotch up hard against the lupine's ass. The sensation of flared barbs scratching against his taint gave him a bit of clarity as part of him searched for a way out of his trap of carnal need. Hissing, he felt the cat pull back a fraction of an inch at a time before that tapered tip slipped right against his pucker. Grinning from ear to ear, Jesse pushed into him, an audible purr rumbling through his throat as his length forced its way inside.

Once Earl felt the feline's hips push against his, he swore the cat cock had to be about eight inches deep. Lust coursed through his every artery and vein; his subdued primal need crawling out from the rock civilization had bore down on it with a vengeance. Each heartbeat was fueled by it and every pump echoed through his chest, rippled through his crotch, and shattered every bit of resistance that might have remained. At this point, the wolf knew pure submission. The coyote and panther owned him and he was at their mercy. Earl doubted if he'd even run given the chance. Such an alien part of him loved and craved this and it was raging through his mind and spire.

When those feline paws pressed firmly over his shoulders, the claws pushing spreading his fur and prickling at his skin, Earl relished at what was coming. Helpless and completely vulnerable, he involuntarily whined as he felt Jesse pull his hips back, drawing his tapered and spined staff out until just the tip remained. His own claws drew blood in his palms just a split second before he felt the panther's muscles coil up and then power him balls deep back into his prey. That wasn't the only electricity felt as a storm surged through his shoulders as ten tiny daggers lanced almost a full inch into them.

There was no finesse to the cat's breeding, just rage and ferocity. He beat the hell out of the wolf's ass like a battering ram, the sharp claps of smacking flesh accompanied by the hisses and moans and whimpers of a wolf and the cacophonic growls and snarls of a cat breeding a female in heat. Earl could feel the dig of his captor's claws with each violent thrust, but as the heat increased from the friction of the barbs inside him, he could feel himself losing it. He had been on edge for so long, for oh so long.

His legs shook, fingers quivered, toes curled and then, his world began to warp, his field of vision shrinking, but focusing ever so perfectly on a single dot. For an eternity, all he knew was that dot; it was his existence. And then, a cataclysmic earthquake splintered that slate of clear glass and the wolf let loose a desperate yell. His entire crotch tensed in a seizure before a supernova roiled and then erupted in his loins. Cum spewed out of his shaft like it was launched from a cannon, streaming over his head and onto the floor past him before covering the face, neck and body of them both.

Before it even landed, another tremendous spurt followed, and then two more before tapering off into a weak, but long lasting stream. Earl barely even knew where he was anymore. All he really noticed was the rhythmic assault on his ass and the constant sprinkling splatter of panther saliva as the rabid cat brought himself over a few seconds later. When the cat brought his lips against the wolf's, Earl didn't even hesitate, instinctually returning the intimacy as he felt Jesse gush spunk into his ass and colon. The heat was intense. Sweat and cum covered them both, dried and wet blood smeared into the wolf's coat.

When it was finally over, Jesse simply slumped on top of his prey, heaving and gasping, his own body trembling as he drew in ragged breaths. Earl felt weak, claimed, dominated...owned. He had imagined at times what that must feel like, as he'd done to some of his servants, but it was like the difference between a fuzzy dream and the clearest night sky he could picture above him. The cum inside him practically bubbled and he felt his stomach gurgle. Something told him the panther had dumped enough inside him to leave him leaking for days.

For many long minutes, they both laid there, the panther catching his breath and enjoying the still warm, but now thoroughly wet embrace around his softening shaft, while the wolf simply tried to gather back up the pieces of his maimed body. The brutal pain underneath his chest returned with a vigor and he grimaced as Jesse finally lifted himself up, smiling warmly at the canine underneath him. Pulling his claws back out of him for the final time, he stood up, holding himself steady as he waited for the necessary blood to return to his head.

Much of him hoped the cat wouldn't leave him. His mind needed some sort of intimacy after this, some way to bring him back after such a brutal beating, but the wildcat seemed to orient his focus past him and upwards. Earl's ears fell flat against his skull when he heard the feline call up to the coyote foreman and heard him come back down the stairs about a half minute later. Fearing another beating and knowing he couldn't take anymore, the wolf felt adrenaline surge through him and he pulled at his shackles as hard as he could,

Jesse actually stepped back in surprise, a look of disbelief on his face. For some twisted reason he couldn't quite understand, Earl found himself actually liking the cat, but he wanted nothing further to do with the coyote. Snarling and blocking out the pain in his upper chest, the wolf flexed every muscle available to him and pulled upwards, bearing it for a few seconds before he heard the splintering of the wood underneath him. A second later, the shackles around his wrists were chained to dangling latches and he sat up.

With the table's integrity already severely weakened, the wolf found that his quads could do enough to match his arms effort, breaking free just as the coyote got there. He felt the dog grab his right wrist, but he quickly outmuscled him, almost throwing him to the side as he pulled himself off the table and stood up, swinging his left arm around to clock the coyote across the jaw, knocking him down, but not out. For a brief second, Earl saw Jesse go for the crowbar, but then he reconsidered and moved out of the way to the door.

Earl took no time waiting for a second invitation, sprinting naked for the corner to the door, groaning uncomfortably as he felt the cat cum slopping around in his guts. Once he got to the door, his legs already began to feel weak, the tank of adrenaline wearing out quickly. Grunting against the door, he pushed it open and winced as the early sunlight met his unaccustomed eyes. The street around the corner of the factory was empty, as were most of the streets around him far as he could tell. Most people wouldn't be out and about for another half hour.

A loud curse could be heard as he stumbled down the side road, trying to find somewhere to hide. Earl knew that he couldn't outpace the much fresher coyote, and unless he knocked him out completely, any damage he could do before being overpowered would only be returned in a far higher quantity. Unlike the panther, there didn't seem to be any redeeming traits for the foreman, so there was no way appealing to empathy would work. He would have to either hide or incapacitate him in full.

Even though he knew the side road was empty and could take him quite a ways to the outskirts of the city, Earl knew it would be too long to make it to now. Hearing the factor door open again a few dozen yards behind him, the wolf chose to value line of sight and peeled around the next corner, begging for there to be something of use. To his chagrin, nothing existed but more open streets. Diving deep inside of himself for what little energy remained, the wolf took off on a dead sprint.

Cat cum had already made its way down over the back of his exposed sac, the sudden reminder of the cock ring around his still half hard shaft and gag in his mouth hitting him. Ignoring their humiliating appearance for now, Earl managed to clear two buildings and peel left before Ralph got around the factory to see him. As he looked around, a miracle found him as he caught the nearly invisible glimpse of a cellar latch hidden underneath some hay and just behind a wagon.

The cellar door opened up easily and the wolf dropped down before closing the door again and locking the latch from the inside. Holding his breath and refusing to make a single sound, Earl waited and hoped and then silently praised everything around him as he heard Ralph fly by, swearing as he did. He had to hope that it would be enough, as he felt his bruised, beaten, broken body shutting down. Whatever energy had been hiding in his reserves had been completely used up and the lupine practically collapsed he made it to the cold floor.

Smelling hay nearby, Earl limped towards it, climbing into the nearby basket of it before the dreams of Marcus, his warm bed and nice company enveloped him. Silently he slept, the coyote never waking him back up, having given up his search a few minutes after passing his hiding spot. By the time the wolf woke back up, he could feel his body aching, but he had his energy back. His jaw ached from being held open for so long and it was a relief to take the contraption off.

Massaging his jaws, his ears perked as he noticed the sound of breathing on the other side of the cellar. He recognized the scent of the panther, his lips recoiling into a snarl he wondered if the cat could even see with how little light was in here.

"Calm yourself, wolf. I'm not here to harm you. You were a good toy last night and this morning, but I know you have a life to return to, as do I. Ralph would have had you locked up there for days, but I didn't want that."

"Don't act like you're a saint, Jesse."

"I won't, so long as you don't act like you didn't enjoy it. You've never been in a position like that before. I could tell. You should thank me for opening your eyes to what you were missing."

"Fuck off."

"Nah. I'm gonna fuck you one more time before you go, actually. As you said, I'm no saint. I do, however, have clothes you can wear and the key to get those cuffs and collar off of you, but you're gonna have to pay for them."

"Once wasn't enough?"

"I'm a cat. With dogs, once is never enough. Now, time to get out of that basket."

Earl grunted as the cat pulled him out of his cheap hostel and then guided him against the step ladder. His ass and taint were still sopping wet from before and it took little work for the cat to glide right back into him. Threading his fingers through the loops of his nipple rings, the panther wasted little time getting back to work on him. Staying quiet was hard for the wolf, as the fucking only reminded his muscles and bones of how much punishment they had suffered.

Jesse didn't take too long before he was panting, his lips and teeth grazing the wolf's neck, smearing saliva onto his nape as he worked his way towards claiming his prey again. Steadying his body against the ladder with one arm, Earl brought the other down to his hard dick, huffing as he felt it surge in his grip. Stroking it to the same motion of the cat's hips, he felt his body climb the ladder of need and lust, living the moment again, but much more tame.

When the black furred cat hilted inside him, he felt his body tilted back just as his own cum jumped out of his cock. As the panther filled him once again, purring just like before, he painted ropes of seed over his chest, shaking as his ass milked the cathood for as much as it would donate. Their orgasms only lasted a fraction of the morning's, but it was enough to sate them both for now.

As the cat leaned forward again, letting his paws go from the nipple adornments, he slid a thin chain necklace around his bitch's head. Sucking on his nape once more, Jesse gently pulled back out of his rump, relishing the slick, cum soaked passage of the wolf he'd owned for the day. He drew it out for a few extra seconds before stepping back and letting the lupine catch himself on the ladder, pulling up his pants and donning a cheap hat.

"I'm going to leave now. You will wait at least fifteen minutes before doing the same. That necklace holds the key to your bindings and you'll find the clothes on the far wall. I won't be hard to find if you ever want someone to work you over again. I'll even buy you a drink first next time."

Earl just scowled at the ladder, but moved out of the way, sitting down as he felt a stream of backwashed cum leak from his ass and smear against the underside of his tail. He was exhausted, but he knew he wanted to get home. His bed sounded incredible and after all of this, he desperately wanted to just hold Marcus in his arms all night long. Somewhere inside of him, that beast that had come out last night slunk back to the rock it had reared from, but something inside him hinted that might not be the last he saw of Jesse.

The key did indeed take off his cuffs and unlatch his collar and he discarded them behind the ladder. Every one of his muscles cried as he worked to put on the clothes, but with them on, he knew he could make it back. For now, though, he could wait until dusk so as to make as little of a scene as possible. He surely reeked of sex and cum and his fur was matted with fluids. The fewer people, the thinner the crowd he could manage to go through, the better for everyone.

Earl knew Marcus would be concerned for his wolf by the time he got back, but he also knew the fox wouldn't waste time asking pointless questions. All the lupine wanted at this point was to get home. He hardly even remembered why he had come down this way the day before. Something about some meat, perhaps? He certainly received plenty of that.

Chuckling hurt too much, and so the slight laugh quickly died back out into silence. If the cellar hadn't been touched yet this far into the day, it wouldn't be tonight. Earl made his way back to the hay basket and sunk inside again. Burying himself underneath, the wolf closed his eyes and finally let himself relax. The hay felt nice against him, intimate and comforting and safe and concealing. Soon enough, he would be back home and recovering, but for now, dreams would have to do.