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Norwegian Wood - 1

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a fantasy

by

Gruffy

2018

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Hehhey! A story for you, featuring Druff, Brian Silverfang and Esben, my new kinky fox character, who has decided to come and visit his tiger friend for some good times. Throw in a wolf and you'll see just what they get up to in the cold, snowy North...

Have a good time reading!

With collaboration from Brian Silverfang

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Author's note: Quote at the beginning from Dr Albert Bandura's autobiography, freely available online here and fairly used for amusing purposes only:http://www.professoralbertbandura.com/pdfs/Albert-Bandura-Autobiography.pdf

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"_ ...Cultural variations emerge from universalized capacities through the influence of social practices reflecting shared values, beliefs, and norms and from the impact of incentive systems, role prescriptions, and pervasive modeling of distinctive styles of thinking and behaving. Cultures are neither monolithic entities nor insular anymore. Growing global connectivity is shrinking cultural uniqueness - "_

Brian huffed.

The words were starting to float out of focus despite his best attempts at focusing on them. He blinked hard and tried to find the sentence where he dropped off, but found himself unable to. That made him grumble further and stare hard at the page of the book in front of him. The sight of the open spread made him frown. He had highlighted several passages, and in fact the marker pen was in his fingers, but he had no real recollection of their content. Reading through them again, he wasn't even sure why he had bothered to mark them. Nothing really made them stand out from the wall of text he faced.

"Crap," the wolf muttered under his breath. He was sure that nobody really paid any attention to him and his grumbly self, but at least he felt slightly happier for keeping quiet. It was a library, after all, and he was supposed to show example to the junior students.

Brian yawned.

He couldn't help himself, it just came out of him and he had to submit to the urge to display his proverbial tonsils to the world. Those nubs had been removed by a pediatric surgeon twenty years earlier, hence the figurative use of the description in his mind. The wolf almost chuckled at the pedantic nature of his thought. He was definitely smiling when he dropped the marker pen, took off his reading glasses and dropped them over his notebook, and only then stretched his arms out over his head.

"Hrmhhmm," now he was noisy, and gladly so. The tension that had been building up in his upper body was reduced a little from the maneuver. It made his tail give a slight bounce of approval. He wasn't exactly waggy, but he felt better.

It was still quite busy, the reading area. Many of the little cubicles were occupied by students with their laptops and tablets, and the piles of books that many still hauled with them despite the fabled digitalization of the college. There was still a lot of information that existed between worn out library book covers. While most of the students looked like they were actually doing some studying, others appeared to be simply hanging out with one another at the tables, with books open in front of them as decoys for the librarian, perhaps. Brian felt nearly nostalgic, looking at it. Those days weren't all that far away. Being a post-grad meant a lot more responsibility, however. It didn't stop him from having a laugh with buddies, but most of his were located about ten hours ahead of him, time-zone wise, and lot of kilometers between them as well.

Not that he was feeling desperately lonely. He'd made a few new friends since arriving in the States, and he was still in the process of getting used to a new social circle. He just wanted to hang out with people for fun, rather than talk shop. All too many people at the faculty were like that, unable to get their heads out of their little worlds of their own construction. Brian didn't want his PhD to turn out like that, like the. giant mangler he had seen on some terrible low budget horror movie that ate people.

He snuffled at the thought. He was probably getting too tired for reading complex behavioral texts if his mind threatened to wander to such directions. This Bandura, whose bespectacled picture graced the dust jacket of the book, would've probably had his share of things to say about that.

The chime of the wolf's phone was a welcome distraction. Nobody reacted to it, even if the metal music blazing from the phone wasn't the most conventional of ring tones. Even now there were at least two others talking on their phones, and at least a dozen tapping away at them around him. Nobody cared.

His tail gave another leap when he saw the name on the screen. It usually promised something interesting, even if he often had to regret getting too wound up in the progress.

"Sup sup, dawg?" Brian affected a cheeky drawl into the phone as he lifted it to his ear.

There was a pause before any answer was given from the other end of the line.

"Really now?" a deep voice rumbled out.

"Whassa matter, you not down with the 'hood pops?" The wolf leaned back in his chair with a merry grin gracing his muzzle. He was glad about the distractions and happy to let his mind breathe a little from the very weighty behavioral science tome he'd been reading for hours with varying success.

"Your shining sense of humor is making itself known again," the voice replied in that odd accent of his that had a hint of British enunciation in it, but would have not fooled anyone to think that he actually hailed from the country.

Brian rumbled happily at the sound of the remark made over the phone. His caller was obviously surprised by his response. Brian liked that. It was often difficult to surprise that particular individual. Maybe now he had managed to pull such a feat, if a minor one.

"I know you like it, really, tiger pops," he spoke accusingly while his tail wagged lazily behind him.

"What are you doing tonight?" the tiger's next question sounded somewhat abrupt.

Brian picked up his marker pen from the desk and twiddled it in his fingers. He saw a couple of smudges of the supposedly smudge-free ink on his fingertips and a knuckle. He frowned at the sight. He hoped he hadn't made too much of a mess on the pages of the book and his notes.

"Dunno," he said, "don't have any plans besides gym. Already itching to call it a night and go."

He was truly looking forward to it, too. Sitting down on his ass was necessary, as far as studying was concerned, but he really thrived when he was moving, pushing his body forward to see what he was made of. True, grumbling, sweaty, manly stuff that put his blood pumping just right. His tail gave an extra wag at the thought.

"I am sure. Which I suppose would mean that you would be free after...say, seven, seven thirty?" the tiger continued.

The wolf raised a curious brow at the tiger's question.

"Well ain't that specific of you..." he mused.

"Just based on what I know about your routines," the tiger replied.

Brian smirked to himself.

"Now you're imagining me in the gym, aren't you?" he let his voice drop in case anyone nearby might hear what he was saying. There was no need to cause awkward gazes in the library.

"Not particularly."

"Ha," Brian snuffled. "Denial is not not just a river in Egypt..."

"That joke is older than Hero," the tiger said. "And he happened to live in Egypt."

"Oh hah hah," the wolf chuckled, "being old Mister Smartypants again. And they are probably something made of silk too, knowing your tastes."

The tiger on the other side laughed too. It was a pleased sounding exclamation coming from his muzzle.

"I am very glad that you have noticed the exquisite materials I prefer for my apparel. It makes me feel quite happy."

Brian felt oddly happy, too, that the tiger complimented him. The tiger's voice did have a joking edge to it, but the message was sincere enough. He could tell as much. He wasn't making fun of the wolf saying what he did.

"Well you always keep on going about it, some of it is bound to rub off on me too," Brian said.

"An interesting way to put it."

The wolf huffed. Now the tiger's voice had been much too light for comfort.

"Don't be getting any ideas," he gave a mock warning.

"Oh but I am having ideas," said the tiger, "And they do involve you as well,...around seven thirty, or eight o'clock tonight, at my place."

The wolf chuffed, his curiosity finally poked enough to arouse interest.

"So specific again, pops... will there be a dress code to adhere to as well?" He replied in an obviously teasing tone. It wouldn't be the first time the tiger had instructed him to take good care of his appearance. Being given a time table was curious in general. It always made the wolf think that the tiger was scheming something alright.

"Well, now that you mention it..." the tiger sounded much too surprised for comfort, Brian decided, "...considering you were going to the gym before, I am sure that you could drop by wearing exactly what you wore to the gym."

Brian couldn't help it, he felt a stirring in his cargo pants that was directly related to what the tiger had just said. He almost felt unhappy about it. If he allowed himself to reminiscent on the times he had indeed gone to visit the tiger after a gym and the amount of sniffing that had ensued, he would need to be smacking his groin with the book in front of him to be able to even leave the library.

The wolf cleared his throat before he dared to speak.

"I'd be pretty stinky, huh, you know," he said, "Not sure if that'd be polite to anyone on the public transport and all..."

Brian was only half serious with his complaint at this point. The goddamn cat's erotic proposals had a dangerous tendency of swaying Brian in their favor in a very brief period of time, should the tiger given the chance to go fire a full barrage of his innuendo.

"I am sure that our other guest would have absolutely no objections whatsoever," said the tiger, "on the contrary..."

"Other guest?" Now the wolf's tail flicked about with interest. "And you want me sweaty in workout clothes? Just what're you trying to pull here, tiger?" He huffed playfully in mock-indignation, making sure it would be heard over the phone.

Yet it didn't reveal everything that he was feeling. He was already intensely piqued.

"You wanting to show me off? Make your friends jealous?" Brian leaned back in his chair, leaning all the way back so it was balancing on the rear legs, with a toothy grin split his muzzle. He was reckless enough for it, even if he knew that the tiger would chastise him for it, and he liked that idea, too.

"But I'm not just a buff, ruggedly handsome face for you to parade about, you know, dirty old man..." He glanced left and right, quickly, to make sure nobody would be near enough or interested enough to hear the conversation that was rapidly growing more and more raunchy, and lowered his voice too.

"My motives are much more altruistic, I guarantee you," came the tiger's reply.

Brian hoped that the cat was starting to feel hot under his collar, as a punishment for teasing the wolf in public.

"Said every dictator ever," Brian retorted.

"What a comparison," the tiger rumbled on the phone, "especially when I have a dear friend over, and he was lamenting that he has never met an Iberian wolf..."

"Hah! Altruism my ass, you do want to show me off!" Accused the wolf, rocking back and forth slightly in his chair. In truth, despite his offended front, he was nothing if not a show-off in nature himself, and he found the thought of showing up and impressing the tiger's friend, being looked at with appreciation and admiration increasingly appealing.

'Ehhhh, whatever... what's the worst that can happen.' The young hunk relented in his mind. Looking good and working his charm was something he liked to think he was pretty damn good at. And he'd probably get a hearty dinner out of it too. The tiger cooked for them every time Brian would visit in the later hours of the day, and cooked well. Just the thing to recharge after an exhausting workout.

"Fine, fine, I'll drop by then after I'm done." The wolf made sure to add a grumble to his voice as he spoke, just for effect. "As long as you don't ask me to perform any poses or figures..."

The wolf's mind already went through several showy poses he could take, with hungry eyes running over and drinking in every inch of his thickly muscled, exotically furred body. Druff's friend better not have any heart problems, he thought evilly.

Damn, he really might have to use that book on the bulge in his pants. Or maybe use that bulge on the tiger after the guest had left. He had a feeling the tiger would be in the mood. But then, when was he not in the mood?

"You will not be...asked...to assume any poses." The tiger replied after a brief pause. Brian thought he noticed an odd emphasis on the word "asked", but wrote it off as just his imagination. Plus, the tiger was a funny foreigner - like he was. Either of them could make mistakes while speaking this foreign tongue, at times.

Brian smirked to himself. He was fairly sure that the tiger could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again.

"Oh so you just want me to improvise..." he said. "Got any pencils for me to drop or something?"

The tiger chortled loudly into the phone.

"I am sure that your glowing intellect and conversational brilliance will be making the perfect impression on Esben," the cat said.

Brian's ear flicked curiously at the sound of what he assumed was the mystery friend's name. It certainly didn't ring a bell to him. Then again, it felt like the tiger knew everyone anyway. To have the tiger talk about someone he hadn't mentioned before was a daily event, whenever they met.

"Are you implying that I ever said something inappropriate, or stupid?" Brian asked sweetly.

"I shall let you contemplate that," the tiger said. "Eight o'clock then? I shall have the drinks the cooling."

Brian swiped the air behind himself with his tail and almost managed to lose his balance in the progress. He swung forward and the front legs of the chair landed on the floor hard. The resulting clanking noise raised a few looks and ears. Brian pretended he didn't even notice.

"You better," he grumbled into the phone. "You know how thirsty I get after a good, hard workout."

He made sure to speak the last terms as suggestively as possible, without sounding like he was running a sideline as a sexphone worker while sitting in the library.

"Enjoy your gym, then. I shall tell Esben that our plans are falling into place. He would have been very sad if this didn't happen."

"Ha! I didn't realize I had a fanclub." Brian chuckled, as he slowly started to gather up his things with on paw after glancing at his watch. It was almost time to leave, and the tiger's promises of post-workout drinks and the good possibility of some raunchy man-fun later led him to conclude it couldn't hurt to get going a little bit sooner. The workout was usually the highlight of his day, but the tiger was running a hard bargain.

"He can be excitable at times," Druff said. "And I think you certainly made an impression, even when not in person."

Brian chuckled.

"Just what kind of stories are you telling of me, old man, I wonder..." He added playfully, the excitement about the very likely _very_good night affecting the beefy wuff a little. The prospect and mental image of shoving Druff's face into his musky groin and marking his face made him adjust himself in his pants and hope nobody was looking at him at the moment.

Gym was going to be... interesting... if those thoughts kept popping up. His gym shorts were rather loose, as per his preference. Thinking about it wasn't going to make it any easier.

"Only the ones that do not require you to be present," said Druff.

"Now you are just teasing me," Brian complained. "I need to get going now, anyway, or I'll miss that fabled meeting of ours."

"Please do not. You don't want to miss out."

Brian's tail did another enthusiastic wag.

"Oh we'll see...you know that strange things can happen at the gym...I might get distracted..."

"I would not dare," the tiger murmured.

Brian found the almost possessive growl in the tiger's voice to be oddly endearing.

Gym is going to be difficult, he attested to himself again.

"See you sometime, pops," he snickered into the phone. He tapped it closed before the tiger could come up with a funny reply that he would need to retort to, at a considerable effort.

Brian was still smiling to himself when he pocketed his phone and continued to gather his stuff.

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*Ding!*

The familiar chime of the elevator reaching its destination still made the wolf's ear twitch with slight discomfort. He was sure it was tuned up louder than it should be. It also made him feel like a microwave meal, but that was just another thing. At least the ride itself wasn't too long, and he was grateful about it. Besides the obnoxious elevator music he disliked, he was still feeling the slight and pleasant burn in his legs, but also a noticeable weakness creeping in now that he was standing in place for a while and carrying the relatively heavy duffel bag over his shoulder.

The waft of fresh musk from Brian's recent workout was again noticeable when the automatic doors opened and he stepped out at the tiger's floor. Not particularly much, but it was there. The actual sweat had since dried off, but the heavy, earthly, masculine musky scent was very much present. He was tempted to lift his arm to check just how much he was putting out, but decided against it. It surely wasn't_that_ bad.

'Well, they're getting what they asked for...' The wolf thought to himself with no small measure of self satisfaction as he rang the doorbell to the by now very familiar apartment. It was only a few steps away from the elevator. Brian had to shift his feet from place to place while waiting for the cat's response behind the door. He didn't want to step inside with his legs wobbling from the workout. He was supposed to be an Alpha level stud, after all, not affected by footpressing his own weight.

Brian brushed an idle paw through his head furs to give it the perfect messy look that he enjoyed teasing the tiger with. He was tempted to give the doorbell another ring but was sure he could hear the the tiger approaching. Sure enough, the locks rattled and the Professor Druff appeared in his full glory.

"Ah, good evening, Brian," the cat-shaped menace murmured out.

"Evenin', pops." The wolf replied in a deliberately husky voice that was meant to sound extra manly and seductive - as far as those two things could be combined, of course. Though, he couldn't keep himself from raising a curious eyebrow and tugging casually at the flappy hem of the silken bathrobe the tiger was wearing. The fabric felt as soft and luxurious as ever, just like he remembered it felt on his own skin and fur when he had borrowed it or its brothers for use several times. At first just to see what it felt like, then because it was nice. The quick twirl of the fabric between his fingerpads reaffirmed his opinion. It also gave him a lot to say.

"What's this now? You make a point about me coming here like this," He swept a paw in gesture downwards along his body, more to draw attention to the sight of it than anything else, " and then you go ahead and take a bath right before I get here."

He mock snorted and stepped forward next to Druff in the doorway.

"Poor form, tiger. Poor form. You gonna make me feel self-conscious before... Aspen, was it?" He looked at the striped feline. "I assume he's not here yet since you're fresh out of the shower, and I know you wouldn't dare to appear in front of anyone without putting on your makeup..."

Brian made a point of sniffing the air and smirked.

"And is that lilies I smell?" he stated. "Or roses? Daisies? Dandelions? Lavender?"

The tiger chuffed good-naturedly.

"Now you are just listing the names of every flower you remember," he said.

Brian wagged his tail and swung the duffle bag threateningly towards his host to be.

"So are you gonna let me come in so I can get a beer and put this away before your second best guest arrives?" the wolf suggested.

"Way to avoid the topic..." the tiger clicked his tongue, "but please. You can help me with the sauce I am making for our dinner."

Brian's ears perked up immediately.

"Oh?" he asked. "Needing some of my spicy Mediterranean cooking to impress the guest even further?"

The tiger chuffed.

"Perhaps," he said. "come in."

The tiger stepped out of the way and let Brian sail into the apartment. The Iberian wolf did so, tail and the bag swinging about. His eyes spied the usual place in the hall where he was prone to abandon things like the bag, and found it empty. The tiger sometimes had a pair of shoes there, but now it was free for taking. The bag landed with a satisfying thump thanks to the heavy books in it. Brian immediately lifted his arms and rolled his shoulders while rumbling approvingly. His somewhat worn out muscles were glad to be giving up the strain of lugging the bag around.

"Hrrmjmjm..."

He noticed from the corner of his eye that the tiger was padding closer to him after shutting the door. The wolf flashed him a smile that Druff returned.

"Looking for something, pops?" Brian asked.

The tiger let out a purr. He came close to the wolf. Brian's tail gave another appreciative wag. At least his tail was definitely happy to see the tiger. Druff's own looped quite expansively behind him.

"Perhaps..." said the cat.

Druff put a paw onto the wolf's forearm and squeezed. Brian let out a rumble and grinned a little at the touch.

"Checking out my guns now, pops?" the wolf smirked. "Worried that I wouldn't pass the muster when your buddy shows up?"

The tiger continued to hold onto the wolf's arm while he rubbed the skin under the shaggy tan fur. It was almost a gentle gesture. Brian thought, appreciative, yet practically a tender way for the tiger to touch him. It certainly contrasted with the raunchy things he had told the tiger only a moment previously. Maybe Druff wasn't in such a mood after all, despite the suggestive phone call before Brian's gym. He hoped that things weren't going to be awkward, with the guest and all.

"When was I ever worried about you?" Druff asked.

"Plenty of times, I'm sure," the wolf said. "I'm just that reckless and adventurous, and loveable, so you can't help it..."

He put on his best shit-eating grin while saying that, and puffed out his chest. He hoped that the tiger would notice that gesture, maybe even compliment the state of his pecs under the tight top he still wore past-gym.

"Oh yes? the tiger's voice was rather doubtful.

"Yep!" Brian affirmed. "Big old you just can't get enough..."

He reached over to pat the tiger's side and back. It wasn't a light little stroke like the tiger had touched his arm, but almost a smack. Brian knew that Druff could take it without a whimper, too, and liked doing it all the more for that fact. Curiously, he thought he could feel something more solid under the silk of the robe, an another layer of clothing, perhaps. He didn't think much of it. The tiger might have already put on his underwear and simply slipped on the robe so that he could answer the door. Besides, the cat liked hanging out in his robes, in general. Not that he could blame him, considering how cozy they felt. Maybe they should have an afternoon ne day with both of them just in robes, and nothing else.

"Well someone is feeling confident today," the tiger opined.

Brian flashed a toothy grin at his host.

"You like it, bub," he replied, "gotta be on my best when your buddy comes around...you wouldn't want them to be disappointed after all the tall tales you must have told..."

The tiger pursed his lips, maybe from the wolf's groping, or from his words. Brian wasn't sure which, but he liked seeing it.

"And do you think Esben will like it, too?" the tiger asked.

The wolf gave the tiger his cockiest smirk.

"How could he possibly not like?" the Iberian wolf asked, rhetorically, in his mind.

The tiger winked. He was rumbling non-stop by now, the sound closing into a purr. Brian liked the sound of it a lot.

"Hmm...indeed..." the tiger murmured.

The only warning to Brian that he had been had was a brief creak of the floor and the shuffle of footpaws on carpet before something firm and warm and furry landed on him from behind. He went rigid and nearly jumped. Druff's grip on his arm grew firmer and became mirrored on the other side too when he reached out with his other paw henceforth to hold onto both of Brian's arms at the same time.

Fur bristled on Brian's neck when he felt a breath fall on it, warm and accompanied by an unfamiliar scent. Deep and salty, almost like his own current stench but still very different to him, even on the casual whiff that came when he inhaled after his initial grumble of surprise. Another grumble rose from whoever was behind him.

"H-huh!" Brian yelped.

It didn't end there. Arms, very strong ones, crossed his chest and paws grabbed onto pecs through his shirt on reach side. He glanced down and saw that the strange-feeling paws were sheathed in black leather with long gloves that reached halfway up the forearms. The fur that emerged from under the shiny black hide was red, fierce like fire.

"Brian, meet Esben," Druff said.

The wolf's eyes snapped to the tiger's. He could feel the hard outlines of what he assumed was a leather harness pressing to his back. The presumed fox was wearing it, and little more, the wolf assumed, judging by the amount of fur that stuck to his shirt and the back of his gym shorts.. The feel of a very hard, hot bulge made his ass cheeks clench together with the lick of tension that went through the grappled wolf's body.

'Oh, fuck!' his mind exclaimed.

Suddenly, the tiger's requests and his demeanor over the phone made perfect sense to him.

"Hmrmrmhhm..." the wolf grumbled.

Brian flexed his arms and chest against the adventuring limbs around them to test out the fox's grip. He wanted to let the guest know that he wasn't someone who would be subdued quite so easily. He had to admit, this Esben character wasn't shabby when it came to the strength department. He wasn't budging but instead seemed to even tighten the hold. The arms weren't terribly thick but they had springy strength to them. Brian was confident that he would be able to throw the fox off if it came to that.

He didn't do anything for now but stood and stared at the tiger smiling all so innocently in front of him. Only the respect he felt for the tiger, and his complete trust in the cat stopped him from doing anything except adding another flex to the test of strength he was giving to the fox behind him. For all he knew, this Esben guy simply liked it. He was grumbling alright, and his muzzle was pressed close to the base of Brian's left ear. The paws splayed over his thick chest were as prominent as ever. Brian thought he was starting to feel them more intently than before.

"Hmrmhm...so I'm the main course of the so-called dinner I was invited to, and someone decided to take a bite without saying please first..." Brian grumbled out. He was looking at Druff, but the comment wasn't directed to either of the two men going at him in particular. He decided that both of them deserved a scolding from a sweaty wolf.

'_Oh God, they probably just get more turned on from sweaty scolding!'_his mind screamed to him.

"Oh he can bite too, if you like...well, if he decides...I think he's the one calling the shots now..."

Brian heard - and felt - the fox behind him chuckle roughly. He felt slightly annoyed by the tiger's continued good cheer and the dirty smirk spread over his striped muzzle. Th tiger was obviously enjoying the fact that he had lured the wolf in without Brian suspecting one thing.

"Pffft..." the tawny and grey wolf huffed.

Druff removed his paws from the wolf's forearms and let them fall to his own sides. He stepped back a little to admire the sight of his young friend in the vulpine's leathery embrace.

"And he does like trying exotic cuisine..." the tiger purred.

Brian wanted to say something rude, but was stopped by the sight of the tiger reaching for the belt of his robe. The tiger grinned before he untied the cord and let the robe fall to the floor in one quick move. Brian almost growled at the sight of what was revealed. Black leather adorned the cat. He was wearing an H-shaped leather harness, some arm straps and a shiny leather jockstrap. Brian knew that one, since the tiger had been perving around wearing it several times in the past. The recognition made his own sheath twitch, perhaps against his better judgement. The wolf knew very well just how musky that article had to be after containing the tiger's burgeoning junk for hours and hours on end. It had probably never been washed either.

"_Hellooo..."_the previously unknown fox murmured behind the wolf. His paws fondled on Brian's now hardening nipples.

"Is this how you always greet new people?" The wolf glanced back over the shoulder but didn't fully look behind him, still rather facing his treacherous tiger friend. There was no knowing what Druff might get up to if he gave him even a second. Brian then moved his gaze lower to the scene of his chest being fondled so lewdly and nonchalantly by the complete stranger. he only knew the fox by name, but that was it.

Even that was oddly thrilling by now.

"Usually I get offered a handshake..." He again flexed his pectoral muscles against the grabby paws that were massaging and groping them, almost as if giving that handshake to his chest. Brian snorted at the thought and the odd places his mind went to at times.

"Heheh," the tiger chuckled roughly.

The fox behind him ground his hips against the wolf's firm ass. It seemed like a response to Brian's own muscle act. The fox's movement brought a deep, rumbling growl of warning out of the wolf, who still kept himself standing perfectly straight in an attentive posture, as if he was showing off his manly curves at a podium. The showy wolf still enjoyed the attention, despite the covert nature of the...heist...the two men had pulled on him. And hadn't his own prediction come true in a way? Two men ogling over him, one admitting that he had never had the pleasure? That wasn't so bad.

"A bit lower please, Esben, if you would..." the tiger said.

Brian glared at Druff. The fox behind him stroked his paws down the wolf's chest and clasped onto the muscles of his lower torso instead. The wolf's abs tensed up automatically. The leather gloves added an odd extra feel to the way those fingers pressed to his muscles. They also had a smell to them, a scent as rich as the musk wafting from the tiger, or himself. He wondered if the fox liked his scent. His muzzle was close enough to the crook of Brian's neck that he was surely getting a good dosing of it.

"My thanks," said Druff.

The tiger didn't stand idle for much longer. Esben's move had given the tiger some extra space to work, and hence he could reach over and grabbed a pawful of wolf chest of his own. Brian growled out when the expert fingers grabbed on his pec in a more targeted way, guided by his intimate knowledge of the wolf's body. And below, the fox's paws were rubbing firmly up and down his strong stomach, doing his own bit of play.

"Good boy."

Brian yelped at the twist of fingerpads over his cloth-sheathed nipple. The tiger wasn't being very gentle. He also didn't stop there. He dove for the right nipple that was not yet being mauled, and bit down on the nub that was already plenty hard from Esben's earlier grope.

"Owh!" Brian yelped. He felt his tail bounce and smack against a leg, covered in leather.

The tiger's hot breath flowed over his chest. If that wasn't tough enough to handle, the Druff's spare paw grabbing at his junk through his gym shorts. Fingers found a swollen sheath, squeezed and twisted and the tiger was purring victoriously at his contact with the wolf's body.

'Talk about handshakes...'

The sandwiched wolf hissed at the combined fondling of his junk and a skilled dexterous tongue dancing over his nipple. That raspy cat tongue never failed to give him a run for his money. He even felt as if his legs were about to buckle slightly before he caught himself, and it was not due to post-workout exhaustion. Brian huffed when the entertained the idea that his exhausted state was another reason he was asked to come straight from the gym. The two daddies probably thought he would be less inclined to make a fuss.

'That damned cat probably planned that too!'

He'd have to remember to grumble at the tiger over it later. For the moment, he was fine where he was. The touch of the two males on his body wasn't unpleasant. They were practically worshipping on him, turning him into jelly as they were. The thought sent a pleasurable throb through his crotch and a hint of pride swelled up in his chest, currently under the hungry attention of one dirty Druffessor. He might have been had, but now the duo couldn't keep their paws off him.

'I guess I can play this game too!'

They were going at it in different ways as wel Where the tiger was insistent and borderline rough, the fox behind him seemed to be more gentle with his appreciative groping and caressing. He wasn't too keen with the idea of being felt up by a complete stranger whose face he didn't even see, let alone know... but he trusted Druff enough to go along with it for now. Brian knew the tiger would never subject him to anything he didn't want to do, he was much too respectful even when the activities at paw were so very disreputable.

The mystery fox Esben's touch was still firm, but was slowly starting to feel more akin to a very relaxing massage. The fox's fingers dug through Brian's soft belly furs with care and applied a constant, slowly moving pressure to the skin and hard muscles beneath in steady motions that seemed to work in sync to the wolf's breathing. Combined with the continuous low rumble into his ear, the pleasant and relaxing stimuli made the wolf close his eyes and tilt his head back somewhat and let out a rumble of his own, even swaying slightly back and forth probably without realizing, while the tiger in front of him massaged his clothed cock and balls with one hand and slurped away merrily on a nipple. It was odd to be receiving two different kinds of lavish touch at the same time, the tiger's raunchy one concentrating on Brian's erogenous zones and the fox keeping onto safer areas - with the touch being none the less pleasant.

Brian found himself smiling, and pressing his rear a little towards the warmth of the fox's groin. Maybe his hips even ground a little to meet the curious feel of body heated leather and fur...

"Hrmhmhmm..." the wolf rumbled.

It was the feel of that throbbing, decisively knotted prick pulsing so close to the base of his own tawny, bushy tail that made the college wolf snap out of his momentary lull. His eyes snapped open and a new wave of tension went through his body. Brian's eyes caught the sight of the tiger's flicking ears while Druff was busily slurping a big hot patch over the chest of the wolf's sweaty workout shirt. It both sounded and looked raunch and made his dick swell up even more, or so it felt like. He let out a deep harrumph and smacked his tail purposefully at the fox again. The fox's arms still wrapped around his torso kept hi own arms pressed to his sides and gave him little leverage in terms of using his paws to push either of the two older males away.

"Hey, hey!" the wolf grumbled out. "I'm not your private buffet!"

Tthe tiger's head popped up, with a suitably glistening smirk over his lips as he regarded the wolf.

"Call it smorgasboard today, in honor of our guest, Brian," the tiger chuckled.

The wolf grumbled.

"That sounds like you suddenly forgot how to talk," Brain complained.

Druff raised a brow, and pinched an errand wolf nipple in response.

"Tsk...you are insulting our guest's native cuisine..."

Brian's neck prickled with the warm breath that flowed at it from the fox's sonorant laugh.

"Not from my country...but next door!" the fox spoke in that same ringing, yet deep voice, "we call it kaltbord!"

Brian was feeling even more confused by the exchange between the two, but had no chance to butt in a question to it. His hosts decided for him that a changeup was in order. Two pairs of paws, one feline, one leather gloved, grappled him anew and he was spun about in place so that Brian found himself facing the fox instead.

The fox called Esben was quite remarkable, indeed. He was as tall as Brian, although lacked the bulk of either the wolf or the tiger. But he was very strong, Brian knew that much, and he looked like it too. He saw a wiry body covered in dark red fur, and a big smile that almost rivalled the tiger's most evil and sexually charged grins. his apparel was more than a match too. He wore some sort of leather pants, and a leather harness in the shape of an X, with a metal ring over his chest. His scent was quite strong, decisively canine as opposed to the tiger's feline aroma. Very different from Brian's own, or other wolves he knew. Strange and spicy. Like the fox's name.

"Say hello to my Viking friend, boy," the Druff grumbled to Brian, now behind him.

"Hello," Esben said instead, before Brian had the time to react to the tiger's order - and he knew it was an order.

One leather-swathed paw grabbed Brian's chin, as if to ensure that he wasn't going anywhere. Not like he was gonna bolt with a wall of tiger behind him, and a plump tiger-cock pressing to his rear now. But the fox seemed keen to assert that extra much control and a hint of dominance, with his grip before pushing his long muzzle against Brian's in a kiss.

The wolf was startled by the suddenness and smooth coordination of their maneuver, like it was honed and practiced. He briefly and half-seriously wondered just how many unsuspecting studs they lured in like this, only to get ambushed, before the fox grabbed his chin and drew their lips together.

"Hmph!"

He wanted to growl in annoyance at the demanding and domineering gesture the fox pulled, even though his fingers were currently _quite_pleasurably scritching through the short scruffy fur under Brian's chin as he explored the lips of someone new for the first time. The fox was definitely taking his time to drink it all in. Truly, it like he was sampling foreign cuisine for the first time, the way the tiger had teased him earlier.

Brian wasn't about to let himself be merely a tasty piece of meat to just stand there and be enjoyed sensually by this stranger of a fox. That being said, he had a feeling that they were getting very closely acquainted by the time the night was through. The fox was certainly thinkin so, judging the current way his tongue threatened to wash Brian's tonsils clean.

Though for now, he chose to take some of the control back and show this fox just what kind of kissing a big bad wolf could do. Brian bit the fox's lip roughly, hotly, not enough to harm, because that wasn't cool, and used the resulting slight gasp of surprise from the fox to tilt his head to the side to get their muzzles in the classic liplock position. The wolf wasted no time to shove his tongue forward and against this Esben fellow's teeth, swiping over them and making himself at home in his muzzle... all the while keeping a steely, heated gaze fixed on the pair of eyes so very close to his own, issuing a challenge. This if any was a time to keep his eyes open while kissing. This wasn't a bit of lovey-dove kissy kiss fun, no, he wanted to show what he was made of, and dominate the fox in his own right. He might have been held captive by tiger paws and fox paws, but he could play too.

"_Hrmmmm..."_he rumbled.

He pushed himself more firmly onto the fox in front of him, for that extra little hint of contact, and maybe control. The feel of leather on his fur and shorts-covered skin wasn't entirely foreign to him, but this was new, and different. Now that he had seen the fox, he found the vulpine to be very attractive. He was maybe 40 years old, but in great shape, with a gorgeous fur and the kind of compact muscle tone he would certainly be envious of if he himself was 15 years older. Perhaps it was the age that also gave him the confidence to touch the wolf the way he did, with skill and intent. It was certainly enough to chip away at the earlier reservations the wolf had felt moments earlier, from the sly and covert nature of the way this rendezvous had been arranged.

It wasn't just the fox's doing, of course. He had a naughty tiger behind him too, pressing and grinding to him and licking his neck on that spot that the wolf knew to be quite sensitive, especially for raspy feline tongues. It was a rare thing to feel a strong , muscled body on both sides of him, with the two men so keen to touch him. He might've still been just a tad pissed at the tiger's subterfuge, and oddly enough, that was making the situation more arousing.

The fox's prompt actions didn't really annoy him anymore, but they certainly made the wolf's own desires swell up. He was a big, proud wolf, one used to dominating others in the sexual field - especially if they fit the image of perfection that his mind, of being strong, confident men in their own right. That made the struggle all that more wonderful for him, when his partner knew what they were doing, and took what they wanted. It certainly made him want more, to touch the fox, to be free to show him what he was made of. Maybe he could teach the fox what he could do to a long vulpine muzzle wrapped around something fleshy and hard.

"Hrmhhm..." Brian growled deeper. He tried to move closer to the fox, but found it difficult. Neither of the two men on either side of him would budge much. Druff's paws clasped his forearms which meant that he couldn't pay back any of the fun, manly groping that was going on. He could hump his hips back and forth a little, and both ways, he felt a hard dick boring onto his fleshy rear or his own groin. The fox appeared to be pretty well hung, based on what he could feel.

The tiger noticed this, of course, the devil he was. Druff bit on the scruff on Brian's neck, the spot where the fur was long and the skin relatively loose. His tongue tasted the sweat and his nose smelled the musk. He inhaled loudly, a dirty sound if ever. The sensation wasn't painful, but it was intense.

"He's very eager, isn't he?" the tiger said breathily. It tickled the soft, sensitive insides of Brian's ear. The wolf was sure that he was being deliberate about it, too.

Esben still had his paw on Brian's jaw. It meant that he had plenty of leverage to push the wolf's eager muzzle away and then pull his own head back a little so that he could look both at Brian and the tiger looming behind the Iberian.

"Yes," the fox said. It sounded more like "Yasss" to Brian. The accent was still odd to his ear. It wasn't hard to understand what he said, but it was different. Much like everything else now.

A paw clapped down on Brian's ass. He hadn't even really realized that the fox had a paw that was free to do so, since only one was holding onto his jaw. The leather-gloved fingers spread over the curve of his rear and dug into the warmth between Brian's body, and that of Druff behind him. That felt slightly odd, but made the contact more intense.

"You very good," the fox spoke again, "just like Druff say..."

Brian couldn't help but chortle at the remark.

"Held a sales pitch to get you interested huh?" he wanted to glare at Druff but was more interested in seeing the fox's reaction now. Esben's ears flicked at the sound of it. Brian noticed that both of them had two shiny steel stud piercings.

The fox grinned and licked his lips.

"No, no, he show the...sex tape?" he raised his brow.

The face Brian made was akin to one he was sure was pretty much how he would have reacted if someone showed a horse cock up his butthole.

"The-ff-WHAT?" the extremely rigid wolf yelped.

The fox laughed.

"He believe!" Esben declared.

Brian growled. The tiger behind him licked on one flattened lupine ear and squeezed down on the wolf's hips with his own big paws. It distracted the wolf, but only just.

"Just a picture or two...and you had clothes on..." the tiger purred.

"It better - " Brian rumbled out. "Or you gonna - "

The tiger delivered a resounding spank to the wolf's rear, on the side not already being clasped by an evil fox instead. It rang through the room. Brian's tail smacked the cat's bare legs.

"Ooph!" the wolf huffed.

"Oh nothing you can't handle..." the tiger squeezed the once smacked lupine ass cheek.

The fox in front of him pinched the wolf's muscle shirt into his grip, twitched, and gave it a proper tug.

"Big bad boy..." Esben declared as he fingered the rumbling chest under his leather-clad paw.

"He's very very bad," Druff opined. I'

The wolf snorted at Druff's statement, the gust of air hitting Esben's muzzle on purpose.

"I may be bad, but you got it down to a science, pops..." Brian grumbled, testing the tiger's grip with a few upwards tugs, biceps bulging. He hoped his guns would look tempting enough to feel up so that either of his captors would remove at least one of the paws fondling and squeezing his firm meaty rear.

No such luck.

The wolf found no give in the tiger's grip. He could have fought harder and gottem somewhere, but decided against it as his ears perked forward again upon hearing the husky drawl of the foreign fox's voice.

"Nothing bad about goods on offer though..." Esben rumbled with a hint of clear hunger to his voice, his equally ravenous gaze dancing over the bulging muscles of the wolf's chest, the place he was currently massaging with a strong paw, over to the newly bulging tawny and cream furred upper arms the wolf was so proud of.

"What the Americans here would call a "jackpot", I believe." The tiger sounded supremely pleased with himself. Brian assumed it wasn't just a reference to the wolf's appearance or his current predicament, but the sheer fact that the tiger had managed to seduce such a tough and tough young man into coming back for more and more and more...

'Figures!'

Before the wolf managed to growl out his retort, the wiry fox hummed in agreement and made another targeted move that felt that it was coordinated perfectly with the sturdy wall of tigerman behind their mutual object of enjoyment. Maybe they really had done this a lot together before, the way they moved with what seemed again like practiced ease to the wolf at the middle. The fox leaned his muzzle into the the side of the lupine neck just as Druff moved in for a renewed bite, this time with enough force to make to make the wolf feel it and send pinpricks of pleasure down his spine... just the way the big tiger knew the beefy wuff liked it.

"Oh..." the wolf breathed out.

Esben licked along Brian's exposed neck in concert with the tiger's bite, the contrasting rough and gentle assaults on his sensitive spots stealing the words from his throat and replacing it with something between a groan and moan. It was öole the wolf was once again momentarily stunned by this joint offensive, working so perfectly in tandem.

Not one part of them seemed idle... hips ground together hotly, paws groped and fondled muscular jutting ass cheeks, thumbs stroked over restrained wrists and one gloved paw alternated between pinching the wolf's nipple through his shirt and groping one muscular pec for all it was worth. The fox moved so quickly that the glow from the previous act still persisted when those vulpine fingers returned.

"Haaaah..." The wolf vocalized to nobody in particular, the two older males' worshipping and molesting of seemingly his whole body, save perhaps his legs, making him tense all over, to push that much harder against the bodies locked with his own in a heated dance of lust and pleasure, the kind that made his thick knotted shaft throb for more. It wasn't a bad place to be, the filling to their sandwich, or whatever else lurid comparison he could think of. Hadn't they joked about sandwiches before? Usually any talk about food made Brian's bottomless stomach grumble, but now he was feeling a different kind of famine.

The paws were everywhere alright, but he also felt the tiger's move to his hips and tug on the hem of Brian's shirt.

"Time to bare up..." the cat declared.He poked fingers at the full hips and purred. "You gonna behave and lift those arms for us?"

Brian growled indignantly, but knew that further complaints were not going to make their session any more fun than it currently was. He wasn't about to be a pushover, but if two randy, rough, grown men wanted to see him naked so bad...he could let them have their fun. He could always give them payback later.

The wolf smirked as he tensed his arms again.

"How am I gonna do that, if you two are holding them down?" he gave the paws around his forearms a tug, for emphasis.

"Well you have to promise to be good first..." the tiger retorted.

Brian chuffed, but nodded eventually.

"Okay."

He was almost sad to lose all the attention that came from the paws on his arms. Plus, he made a big show of how he lifted them, rolling his shoulders and flexing his muscles in the process. He saw the fox watch this curiously, still as eagerly as before. Brian wagged his tail.

"Like it, uh...however your name is said," Brian told the fox.

"Esben!" the fox cheered out.

"I'll try to catch that," Brian said.

"Hshh...you won't need to talk much," the tiger growled behind him.

The striped paws returned, this time to tug on the shirt properly. Brian felt a brief lick of cool air when the shirt was lifted off him. He'd worked up heat under the fabric from sheer arousal and all the grinding that had taken place so far. The fox in front of him certainly let out a pleased rumble when his body emerged from the coverage. Brian gave him a grin once his head had come clear of the shirt the tiger pulled over him and the temporary blindfold was removed for good.

"For me?" the fox said.

Brian wasn't sure just what Esben meant, but saw his gym shirt pass from the tiger's paw to the fox's, near Brian's shoulder. His ears flicked curiously at this. He got his answer soon enough when Esben lifted the shirt up over to his muzzle and sniffed it very loudly.

"_Hmrmhhmhm..."_the exotic fox vocalized.

Brian felt his stomach clench with arousal. He certainly didn't mind the smell of a ripe, strong male himself, but the fox appeared to be taking that enjoyment much further than he ever did. The shirt didn't feel exactly clean to him after he had sweated through a whole workout session while wearing it. Perhaps it was that perceived dirtiness that made the sight of the fox huffing his gym gear such an arousing thing for the wolf.

"Fuck..." he gasped.

The tiger wasn't left idle for long after relinquishing the wolf's apparel. Druff wrapped his arms around the wolf, as if just giving him a casual backwards hug, but that was where it stopped being innocent. One paw was quick to brush down to the wolf's bulge and squeeze it repeatedly on either side. Brian jerked his hips forward into the touch even as he felt the tiger's groin return to firmer contact with his own rear. The tiger obviously didn't want to keep his own dick too far away from its favorite dwelling place.

The striped feline decided to return his muzzle to the wolf's neck again, nestled in the crook of Brian's neck and shoulder and nuzzling deep into the fur there. He was clearly enjoying his own fix of sweaty wolf musk, the scent making the big feline rumble hotly and grind the significant bulge in his leather jockstrap against one muscled wolf butt. It was the very same infamous rear that he was pulling against himself via the paw that was groping and massaging the college hunk's hard junk through the soft fabric of his shorts.

It wasn't quite as fun as fondling the familiar throbbing shaft and plump balls directly, but it still felt interesting and definitely raunchy... squeezing down hard and feeling the rigid contours of an impressive male's impressive maleness, then relax the grip only to repeat the same action again. He didn't forget to apply some pulling force to strengthen the ass to groin action that was still going on.

"Damn cat, there's always ulterior motives with him..." thought the wolf to himself, slightly annoyed by Druff that he was in part fondling him just to better use the wolf rump for his own pleasure. He didn't do anything about it, though, for he knew the best kind of sex was a mutual give and take. And this time he had a double dose of giving, it appeared.

Brian chose instead to focus his attention on the happily musk-huffing fox in front of him. The sigh alone was enough to make his cock throb heavily with arousal even if it wasn't being groped enthusiastically by a devious feline paw. There was also the knowledge that it was purely his heady musky scent seeped into the cloth during a good hard workout that was making the foreign fox's eyes flutter with satisfaction. Even half-lidded as those eyes were, they observed the incredibly erotic display of his feline friend wrapped upon the back of the younger wolf's powerful and thickly muscled body and drinking in his scent. This was all the while taking his pleasure from his rounded rear which the fox couldn't directly see it but was more than apparent enough through the synced rocking motions of their bodies he felt. Those sensual eyes were dancing up and down over Brian's form, watching Druff's free hand massage one beefy pectoral muscle from behind.

Esben's enjoyment of the show was easily apparent to the wolf, who decided he would be nice and enhance the leather clad fox's basking in his scent by reaching back over his shoulder with his arm and cupping the back of Druff's head in his paw he slowly scritched and rubbed on the fur there, pulling the big tiger more deeply into his fur and musk and making him purr with the gentle and affectionate caress.

They must've looked like a couple wrapped in a loving intimate embrace, the wolf and the tiger, getting lost in each other's body and scent. Plus, it also stretched and tensed Brian's arm and the associated pectoral in a very attractive way... the wolf hoped the fox enjoyed the pose and the show they were putting up for him as much as he did his musky workout shirt. Certainly the eyes looked keen, as did the breathy muzzle that emerged once the fox pulled the mussed up, rank shirt down from his face.

"Like it?" the tiger rumbled sensually, over Brian's shoulder, the wolf's paw still on his neck.

"Plenty!" Esben declared. "You want too?"

He gestured with the shirt. Brian thought it was dirty, but still incredibly hot. Not only were the two trading in his body, but his mere scent, too? The tiger was definitely not a stranger to sampling his clothes on occasion, besides enjoying him straight from the source.

"Maybe later," Druff chuckled. "How about you give him some too?"

Brian saw the fox flick a curious ear. He wondered if he was going to get a faceful of his own funk, considering how the vulpine was brandishing the shirt.

"Yes..." the fox said.

Brian thought he saw a special glint in the fox's eyes when he spoke so, and soon he learned why. Druff grabbed onto his wrist and pried his paw away from his neck. Brian felt his arms pulled down and backwards while at the same time Esben put his paw about where Brian's own paw had been on Druff a moment earlier.

"Here,boy..."

Brian's ears flattened when he heard the fox use the term that he considered to be reserved for Druff's use. It was the kind of possessive thing he didn't really like hearing from people other than the tiger, considering how he had gotten used to the way the cat used it, playfully, and so that Brian didn't have too much trouble accepting it. Coming from the fox, it sounded a bit different. More dangerous.

He didn't have much time to contemplate it, for the two men had something else planned for him, and were just about to implement their latest devious plan. The fox tugged, and Druff had his own part in guiding and commandeering the wolf's body forward.

"Attaboy..." Brian heard the tiger say, and he wanted to growl some, if only because he was supposed to, but his muzzle was already being elsewhere occupied. The fox and the tiger pushed his head under Esben's arm and into the warm pit down there. Brian huffed in surprise and got a good breath of fox in return. To his relief, the fox smelled and felt positively clean, but not without a good amount of his natural scent, mixed with the musk of his skin that would naturally gather in such a place.

"Uhhm!" the wolf vocalized.

Esben dropped his arm. He had Brian's head in the crook of his arm now, just where he wanted it, by how it felt. The fox let out a barking noise that must have meant he was pleased by the state of affairs. Brian couldn't even really struggle against it much, because the tiger had captured his arms again and used them as handles to pull Brian's now much more prominently presented rear back to himself.

"There you go," the tiger murmured. He still didn't have enough of the wolf, it must have been, since he leaned forward and plastered himself over the wolf's now bare back and neared his ear with his breath and his rumbling, "eat that pit, wuffy. Show the fox how you like it."

"Umph!"

Swatting the tiger's face with his bushy tail was all Brian could do to show his displeasure at being so surprisingly manhandled like this. Any protests would be incomprehensible mumbling, lost in the Norwegian fox's certifiedly musky pit. It would probably only serve to bring further amusement for his two ruthless captors.

Esben has been borderline innocent in his demeanor until now, but now Brian realized there was something much more aggressive lurking under the cheerful smile he was wearing. Stuck as he was now, with the heady earthly scent of a strong male filling his nostrils and making his clothed erection jerk despite being seemingly forced into this position by the two men taking their thorough enjoyment from the mostly cooperative hunk, Brian found himself increasingly thrilled and excited by the change. There was plenty of sexual challenge and clashes for dominance to be had tonight, it seemed, and this fox was turning out to be someone he could definitely get into.

Preferably_literally,_ he thought.

The wolf let out a consistently muffled but definitely audible growl after inhaling a healthy dose of the fox's musk. He might as well make the most out of his current predicament.

The enthusiastic grinding of something thick and hard against his clothed ass that was so luridly on display from the position he was bent into, as well as the shiver-inducing feeling of a wet tongue running along the lobe of his ear brought Brian's attention from the man in front of him back to the man behind him.

It was true that Brian didn't mind enjoying the manly scent of a ripe strong male, and the fox certainly seemed one to amply enjoy both sampling a stud as well as making him clean out his pit with his tongue. The wolf still had his pride, and it was commanding defiance against Druff's earlier demanding manner.

Stuck as he was, though, with his arms held firmly in place and muzzle stuck under Esben's musky pit, all he could do to assert himself was to widen his stance and stand firm under the tiger's weight. He was going to bear it fully and not let himself be bent further into a more and more slutty pose. Druff probably didn't mind resting himself fully onto the wolf's strong back and let gravity aid the firm contact between hips and broad, muscled ass, but it was still something. He wanted to stand his ground and take it all on his own terms. He was a man, not the obediently mewling toy that they both wanted to make out of him, apparently.

"Fun, isn't he?" Brian heard the tiger speak above him.

"_Yesss..."_the fox hissed. His voice sounded somewhat strained, perhaps a sign of the ever growing arousal.

Druff's paw came down and gave the wolf's hip another spank. The other was still ruthless in the way he fondled Brian's dick. It was enough to make the wolf wonder if he could actually be made to pop into his shorts. The tiger hadn't done that to him yet, but Brian was fairly sure that was mostly because usually he would lose his underwear much before he was in true danger of spilling. It would be exactly the tiger's kind of an evil thing to make him climax, soiling his underwear and then the duo would still continue playing with him, whether he was more keen for the post-sex cuddles or not.

Esben squeezed his arm more firmly around the wolf's head. Brian wasn't sure where the other paw was, considering it was not groping him anywhere at the moment. He was not sure whether to feel glad for the respite or miss it. The idle though was followed by the wolf hearing odd noises coming from above. I took him a while to realize that the sounds meant that the two daddy types weren't just happy with toying with the wolf, but instead had also decided to get a taste of one another. The Iberian wolf was bent over between them, and the two older men made over him. He could hear their rumbles and the sloppy noises of tongues and we lips making repeated contact. The fox's growls were surprisingly deep, just like his voice too.

Brian was still busy under the fox's arm but he felt an urge to break free, if only so that he could see the spectacle of the two men making out. He was sure that the mere thought made his fondled cock spurt some pre-cum into his gym shorts. He'd probably already ruined them, anyway. The raunchy noises coming from above him had him rock hard, and would have probably done even without any of the other stimulation going on at the same time.

His own ears flicked when he heard a 'pop' followed by some chuffing and rumbling. The two were probably sharing an evil grin to one another now. Brian could imagine it, as well as the earlier heated action.

"_Swap?"_he heard the tiger say.

"Thank you!" the fox replied.

Next thing Brian knew was that he was once again manhandled by a total of four paws, on his hips and arms and sides. He was pulled out of the fox's pit and prompted to make another pirouette between his two...friends. Brian's face felt hot after spending so much time in the earlier hunched position. He came eye to eye with the tiger, still as tall and solid as ever, and smirking at the wolf's messy state.

"He is rather partial to some man-tits too, in fact," was what the tiger said.

"You have!" the fox laughed, behind Brian now. "I like some of this!"

Both of the fox's glowed paws landed on Brian's ass. Esben gripped down on him firmly and fondled the rump cheeks under each palm. Brian's tail swished again, out of surprise, pleasure, and that little hint of rebellion he still wanted to project.

"Enjoy!" Druff declared.

"You fu - " Brian started but was pulled onto the valley between the tiger's daddy pecs before he managed to finish up his grumbling. A paw pressed him down by his neck, and a pair of extra smacks from the fox's paws meant that Brian was huffing and puffing in no time to the thick fur that was his new involuntary pillow.

To say the wolf was annoyed at being manhandled around like a sex toy would have been an understatement, though once again his muzzle was shoved and held somewhere where his protests would not only be muffled but also bring further pleasurable sensations to to the current handler of his muzz.

The wolf had made a meal of the tiger's thick pectorals on plenty of occasions and it was something that was always mutually enjoyable. He would have gone to town right then and there, but didn't want to concede that satisfaction to the tiger in this case, let alone to give the fox such a slutty show. Brian had to hold tooth and claw to every subtle little power play element available to him if he wanted to retain any semblance of control over the situation, even if he was sandwiched as he was, between the two rough, supreme daddy types.

What was different from his previous orientation, besides that he could now stand tall and firm in a proper posture, save for the slight haunch he was forced into by the striped paw pressing his nose into the cream colored valley between Druff's pecs, was the unrestrained state of the lupine's arms.

As soon as Brian got his bearings together from the sudden whirl, his paws moved as if drawn by magnetic force to the tiger's buns of steel. The wolf was not gentle about it either, the force of impact sent a resounding smack throughout the apartment. He couldn't keep the smug grin from his muzzle now that he was finally able to feel up his currently favourite piece of ass under his fingers, the leather jockstrap Druff was wearing leaving it deliciously vulnerable to all kinds of attacks.

Brian smacked the sturdy flesh once more for both his own enjoyment, and just because he could. It was also because he felt the Druff deserved it for pulling off this kind of a stunt on him. Cupping one cheek in each paw, the wolf gripped and kneaded the hefty buns with abandon, like they were a ball of dough each, all the way to pulling them apart to stretch the pucker between them while both glutes got a thorough massage.

Not to be to greedy, though, he took a page out of Druff's recent playbook and pulled the tiger towards himself with the kneading motions on his ass, resulting in some heavy duty grinding together of their regrettably confined manhoods. Feeling generous, the wolf lastly treated the tiger to sloppy swipes of his tongue through the valley between daddy pecs. He wanted to see how much he could do that before Druff started to grumble in pleasure.

"Come on, pops..." the wolf thought mischievously.

There was a third party to their game, who soon reminded Brian of his presence. Behind him, the wily Norwegian fox had taken a more measured and attentive approach after the initial few probing smacks to test the quality of the goods at paw. It was certainly in contrast to the wolf's more rough and possessive fondling of tiger butt.

"Heheh..." the fox chuckled.

Esben had been itching to lay his paws on this piece of ass ever since he first laid eyes on the beefy wuff. Now that he got it where he wanted it, he planned on familiarizing himself intimately and _very_thoroughly with the exquisite specimen of male anatomy he beheld and...indeed, held.

Still clad in shorts it may have been, but the fabric clung to the flesh and fur and hugged the masculine curves in a way that left little to imagination, the wolf's posture only serving to highlight it further. The fox ran his leather-gloved paws in slow circular motions over the concealed flesh, lightly at first, and steadily applying more pressure with his strokes to sample just how firm and well developed the broad, muscular globes were.

"Hhmmm...tight," the fox said. "But squeezy..."

He demonstrated what he had declared, with the squeeze of his paws. He tugged on the wolf's ass cheeks and then let them return to their original configuration. The responses were enough to make the fox growl to himself in satisfaction and further desire. It was simply perfect for serving as a springy cushion to hips either slamming repeatedly with deep hard thrusts or grinding slowly and leisurely, taking his time in thoroughly claiming what was surely a vice-tight sleeve of warm muscle that was as strong as the rest of the post-grad student.

"In and out," Druff chuffed.

Brian let out a token grumble at the sound of such a lurid implication to the fact that the tiger was more than familiar with his posterior. He wondered whether Druff had discussed it with the fox earlier on while making their evil plans for the night.

"Good!" said the fox.

Brian had to admit again that being talked about like that was oddly arousing. He hadn't expected it to be so, not really. Sure the tiger liked to tease him verbally every now and then, but this was much more raunchy.

"_Doohmmgetanopihhionon?"_he mumbled into the tiger's chest while swatting the fox with his tail.

"I think he said he likes it," Druff said.

Esben swatted the wolf's rump on both sides, and grinned anew.

"I think so too!" he said.

Brian harrumphed. He shuffled his muzzle from side to side in the valley of Druff's chest, and delivered a tiger butt smack too, just to be on the safe side.

"About time you took a look," Brian heard the tiger say.

"Yass."

Brian braced for another slap on his rump, but instead, he got the leather-gloved fingers tugging under his waistband. It felt like the fox was going to do exactly what the tiger had suggested he should. The elastic rubbed against his hard cock and sheath and made him growl onto the tiger's chest when he popped free. The fox simply pulled his gym shorts down all the way to the wolf's ankles. He felt kinda trapped by them, how the stretchy fabric wrapped itself around his calves, elastic band pulled taut. His tail twitched from the sudden coolness of the air he felt upon his exposed rear. The wolf felt even more like a piece of meat being appraised by his new friends...of sorts.

It felt odd to the wolf on display. He simultaneously liked the attention and attraction he provoked in the two men, but at the same time, didn't particularly enjoy being put on the spot and manhandled as he was. He wasn't even sure at times why he was so lenient with the striped professor when it came to these matters.

The wolf was startled out of his train of thought by the sharp blow of something leathery across his ass. The curious and hotly stinging sensation left in the aftermath made his now exposed knotty shaft twitch in arousal, much to the wolf's chagrin. He felt the urge to look behind him and see just what was going on... the possibility that a spanking by the Norwegian fox was brewing for him was making him nervous. His worries were unfounded, though, as he felt the touch of bare paws settle themselves onto his glutes, one in each much the same as his own we grabbing Druff's. The fox kept his touch light and gentle still, for now, caressing over the cheek that got smacked earlier by what Brian concluded to be the leather gloves Esben was wearing, discarded for now.

"Very good..." he heard the fox opine. "Barely...waves..."

The tiger snickered He patted Brian's shoulders while listening to the fox's expert opinions of the wolf-ass he fondled.

"You should hear him boast about the number of squats he does to maintain it," Druff said. "Pheeeeew..."

Brian's ears flicked back and forth at the cheeky whistle the tiger did. It prompted him to steal his head out from under the bondage of Druff's paw and to give him an indignant glare.

"Talking about my ass like a piece of meat you fatten up, eh?" he wriggled the said rear in question. He made sure to apply a few suitable pokes onto Druff's own ass in the hopes of driving the message over.

Esben reacted to the suddenly moving target by gripping harder at the wolf's conversated buns. The fox was obviously pleased with what he had in his paws, and let his fingers dig into the fuzzy flesh.

"You careful or I show you my ass...your face," the fox nodded towards Brian while he flicked his own bushy tail about.

"You can certainly try... if you think you can." The wolf growled lowly and dangerously, rolling his shoulders for effect, paws set onto Druff's cheeks, finger snaking just slightly further into the heated crevice between, wanting to tease out a reaction. The dirty Professor remained impassive for now, besides his paw pressing Brian's muzzle back to his chest and keeping him adequately in place for Esben to do whatever he pleased to the lupine ass and lowhangers complementing the view. Brain huffed indignantly on being returned to his earlier spot.

'Think they can just do whatever they want...' Brian thought to himself as he smacked a pawfull of tiger ass and swished his tail against the fox's nose, just to show what he could do in the way of resistance at the moment. 'Well I'm gonna show 'em...'

For a moment, the wolf contemplated taking up the fox on his threat, if only to flip him over shortly after and show him just what happened to foxes that tried to mess with big bad wolves...

At least he found said fox's ministrations upon his ass agreeable for the moment. Esben's curious paws were exploring what his honed glutes felt without the leather in between and in the process soothing the regrettably arousing stinging from the earlier smack. Brian just hoped none of them noticed that it made his cock jerk when it happened He simply knew it would give them all sorts of ideas he didn't want them to have. They already had enough, too.

He opted to distract the tiger with some rough, possessive groping of his ass, and the fox by arching the small of his back somewhat, accentuating and pulling the muscles of his own posterior just a little more taut.

'Might as well play nice for a bit longer...' Thought the wolf with fingers digging through the fur on his ass and pressing unto sensitive skin, sending pleasurable tingles up his spine.

"You stay there now, boy..." the tiger rumbled.

Brian wasn't sure if that was the best kind of a response to get from his own actions. the tiger pressed his paw on the back of his neck, likely to remind him to remain in place, plastered on Druff's chest. But the paw was soon gone, as was the tiger's other paw, too, grabbing onto his wrist.

"Umph!" he went into the tiger's thick chest.

Druff pushed the wolf's arms off his own ass and then behind him again. It felt somewhat odd to Brian, who wasn't exactly alarmed by the move but was curious of what it entailed. Perhaps they were going to change up their positions again, with the tiger getting to play with his ass and the fox getting his paws at Brian's cock, perhaps. The wolf's dick throbbed at the idea of brand new fingers wrapping around it

Speaking of fingers, the fox's were no longer to be felt on his ass. He wasn't sure what the fox was up to for the moment, especially with the tiger maintaining him in such a curious position of bent forward and his arms pushed back.

"Go," Druff said.

"Y_ass."_

Brian was puzzled, but only for a moment. Something warm, yet substantial was suddenly wrapped around his wrists, and he heard the jingle of metal too. It made him jerk his arms to the sides, but the tiger was too strong for the moment, and his paws were already being tied together by the fox, hence he just tugged one wrist on the other and did not get anywhere far.

"H-hey!" he jerked his head back and almost smacked it onto the tiger's chin as a result.

Druff grinned at the wolf, and licked his lips.

"Just letting Esben show one of his specialities," the tiger commented.

Brian glanced behind himself over his shoulder and now saw the fox put a final touch to the devious arrangement of what looked like the Norwegian's belt, now wrapped around Brian's wrists and secured into place by the buckle. Its several loops meant that he might as well have had pawcuffs on now. No amount of twisting his wrists was going to break him free, the wolf thought, with surprise and some trepidation. He yanked his arms about, but only got an unpleasant feeling when that caused the leather to dig onto his skin.

"Oh shit..." he huffed. "

The tiger let go of the wolf's forearms and grabbed his shoulders instead. It was a gesture that appeared to be one of steadying the huffing wolf, looking him in the eye.

"You know we're going to stop if you tell us to...but I'd prefer we were not told to stop if you are indeed enjoying this..." the tiger said, "that would be rude."

The wolf glared at him, and snorted loudly. Another tug on his arms told him that he really was tied down quite well, unable to use his paws for much anymore. He was really put on the spot now, conflicted with how to deal with the situation.

At one paw, he could tell them to free his wrists, but in Brian's mind, that would make him look wimpy and weak... unable to hold his own and take like a man anything the two could dish out on him. That just wouldn't do.

But on the other paw, if he didn't object to this treatment, it would be as good as declaring out loud he was enjoying being their obedient plaything and that the two older men were about to have their way with him. And that he was going to like every moment of it, too.

The wolf might have enjoyed the physical sensations of their treatment so far, but submitting so openly to another male was something he would never do that easily. Yet the devilishly smirking tiger in front of him took that familiar aspect of the college hunk's personality and leveraged it against his strong sense of pride in his perceived masculinity that wouldn't allow him to come off as weak in any way. and thus, he truly trapped the wolf between them,

The wolf tugged at his restraints once more in concert with with the indignant huff he let out onto the tiger's face and growled. His defiance was burning in his determined gaze.

"You think this is enough to make me bail and whimper? Hah!" Brian finally opted to retort, straining one more time against the rather strong leather bindings and sturdy knotwork, making his this arms tense in another show of strength "Funny man... should know better by now."

As soon as he uttered that last bit, the wolf mentally slapped himself for it. He hoped the fox wouldn't catch on the implications that this wasn't his first time being bound in such a way. He wasn't entirely convinced himself with the answer he gave Druff either, but it would have to do. In truth, it was all just fanfare to preserve egos and appearances. One look at the knotty, leaking hardon he was sporting would betray all there is to say about just how much the exotically furred wolf was enjoying himself.

Perhaps the tiger wasn't very happy either. He grabbed the wolf's muzzle somewhat roughly and squeezed on him. It didn't exactly hurt, but it wasn't lovey dovey either. A growl emanated from his chest.

"Look who's talkin', boy..." the tiger grunted, with a characteristically evil smirk.

Brian growled upon being address in such a manner. There was little more he could do, considering that Esben was there as well to keep him at bay. The fox grabbed the loops of belt that now tied Brian's paws down, and gave them a tug. It was probably to remind the wolf of his presence, as was the spank that soon followed and made Brian's tail jump.

"Umph!"

"Tsk tsk...I'm arranging you a nice evening and you start getting cocky..." Druff grumbled.

The wolf snorted.

"Well I jutst came here for a drink and a chat..." he mock grumbled.

Esben grabbed the lupine's fluffy tail and and gave it a proper, firm tug. It made Brian hiss and grumble.

"Umhp..."

"Maybe I give him something to drink..." the fox commented while he still played with Brian's tail. It felt like he was trying to wrap it around his wrist. "Been saving up..."

Brian's eyes widened when he realized the exact implications of the fox's remark. He tried to yank his head off the tiger's grip so that he could tell his opinion to the fox's face.

"OH I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO - "

The tiger clicked his tongue and slathered a kiss to the corner of Brian's tilted muzzle.

"Hsss...he's not gonna do that," Druff murmured "he's not into that, Esben. Don't tease him about it."

"But I like tease..." the fox said. "But okay."

Brian didn't feel entirely convinced that the fox had ceased with his nefarious plans. He made sure to flatten his ears and swish the tail that was being kept hostage by the fox.

"Hmhmhmh..." he hissed.

"See, Esben can play nice," Druff told to the wolf with a smile. "Sometimes..."

"Can't give bad reputation to Norway!" the fox laughed. It sounded quite evil to Brian, considering the circumstances. "Would be bad fox..."

"I think you definitely count..." Brian huffed.

"Shh...if you keep being mouthy, we may have to see if two big, fleshy things fit into this one loud thing at the same time..." Druff said and poked his thumb and his index finger against the corners of Brian's muzzle and pulled, bringing them fully face to face again.

"Or here!" the fox tugged on Brian's tail as well.

'If looks could kill...' was what Druff must have been thinking while observing with amusement the wolf's face upon hearing the lurid suggestion exclaimed in such a cheerful tone. If the bushy tail belonging to the trapped lupine wasn't being tugged and toyed with, it would have instantly fallen down flat over the ass under it protectively upon the words reaching Brian's ears.

The wolf glared at Druff and tugged at his restraints again, his stomach clenched nervously at the possibility of taking both of these men at once, but buried deep under the fear and alarm, there were also hints of a twisted kind of curiosity about just what it would feel like being stuffed so impossibly full, stretched out and used like a cock sleeve. It made the wolf shiver uncomfortably. It was probably not how he was supposed to react to such a thought.

Even after having Druff's sizeable manhood inside him far too often than he was comfortable admitting in any company, it was still a lot to take whenever the tiger would be claiming his ass. Brian knew that once he surrendered himself to the heat of the moment and the carnal pleasures of their coupling, few things could feel as mindblowingly good and often it lead to the most explosive of culminations... otherwise he simply wouldn't be going along with it. But that didn't mean it was perfectly easy, and it would leave him feeling satisfied but quite sore.

"Hoo you keep dreaming," he muttered aloud.

Brian felt the urge to shift his feet uncomfortably, but couldn't move much due to his shorts being wrapped around his calves. All he could do was keep his gaze steeled on the tiger's and hope that whichever deprived part of his psyche was fascinated with the idea wouldn't trickle to the surface. The wolf at least took comfort in the fact that his trust in his feline friend wasn't misplaced, and that his boundaries and comfort zones wouldn't be pushed this night. - at least not to such extremes as what was just mentioned. Brian knew the tiger was an irredeemable horndog, much as the wolf himself, and impressively creative when it came to the of art male pleasure. He suspected Druff's Norwegian friend wasn't much too different, especially now, given the suggestions put forth recently. Some of the stuff was definitely not up his alley - or his butt - and he had voiced his opinions quite openly.

"I am sure poor Esben has had many wolf-filled dreams lately," Druff spoke in reply to Brian's earlier quip asserting his opinion in the possibility of wolf-tiger double penetration.

"Yass..." the fox tugging on the wolf's tail said. "Many good things!"

Brian felt a paw land on his ass butt cheek and squeeze and tug on it. Hopefully that didn't mean that Esben was already measuring his ass for whether it could handle such a feat of extreme buttfuckery.

"Hmm you keep dreaming," Brian snorted.

"I think we should move this somewhere more comfortable," Druff said. "Unless hallway sex is really what you want."

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