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Norwegian Wood - 3

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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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The fox was by no means leaving him alone while Brian was mostly concentrated on eating out prime tiger ass. His own rear was already glowing from the rough spanking he'd been made to receive from the fox's heavy paw. He was probably going to have trouble sitting properly come next day. Even the Druff hadn't been quite that enthusiastic about punishing his butt cheeks in the past. Guess he shouldn't have expected anything else from the Norwegian vulpine.

"He a good time sometimes...but bad boy too!" Esben opined.

Brian wasn't sure just why the fox had decided to say that just then. He was the one getting spanked and letting the fox doing it, not the other way around! Or maybe his earlier half-serious struggling was the bad behaviour and this was actually the compliment part. He did spank him after his remark, nonetheless, causing Brian to do even more grunting and spluttering into Druff's taint. Maybe that'd be the trick to getting the tiger relent and let out that needy 'm_oooore'_ or even a please, his ultimate dream.

No such luck now, no matter how much he was French kissing the tiger's infamous pursed puckerhole. And at that time, his own asshole was getting some special attention from Esben. the fox had been slapping the base of the plug as much as he treated those same toe-curling slaps to the rest of his exposed hindquarters. Right then the fox gripped the rubbery object and rolled it back and forth.

The wolf growled. It felt like the fox was trying to push a rubber cork screw into his ass. It didn't exactly hurt but it felt weird. It probably didn't amuse the fox too much either because he didn't keep it up very long. Very soon he simply yanked on it and forced the butt plug out of Brian's zealously clenching hole.

"Ah!"

The wolf hissed. The thickening plug added much more stretch to his hole than the slim base. He could feel his hole clench around nothing, and it made his dick jerk against his belly.

"Let see what you like..." he heard the fox speak again.

The plug had been helpful in regards to what came next, but two relatively thick fox digits suddenly shoved into his almost gaping asshole.

He clamped down reflexively at the sensation, the fingers slightly slimmer than the plug was, but they still stretched the hole seldom used for debauchery, though the count had been increasingly steadily since the wolf got to know the Druffessor. Still, it was not effortless to take. Esben's fingers were thick, but unlike the plug, they were alive and relatively warm. The fox didn't keep them rigid, once they entered, he wiggled them around in an exploratory fashion, scissoring slowly against the powerful muscles of the clamping tunnel. The grumbles of approval coming from outside his reduced field of vision made Brian's ears feel warm.

"Looks like he like!" Brian heard the fox exclaim and wanted to challenge him, but he could do nothing. His treacherous hole did all the talking for him, spasming and sucking on the thrusting fingers whenever they would poke particularly deep and hit his prostate. He knew exactly what he was doing, where to put his fingers at each moment while he turned and twisted them. The Druff's chuffing told the wolf he could feel the reactions, in the shuddering of Brian's breathing that then flowed onto hs taint.

"Very good grip!" Esben continued, and the wolf couldn't help his attempt to yell out for the fox to keep quiet, but all that came out were muffled sounds with his muzzle stuck where it was, and gnawing motions against the Druff's rump. That just drew an amused chuckle from the tiger.

"He may still have some difficulty accepting such compliments I suspect..." the wolf heard him say. It still sounded like it came from far away - beyond the ass of might covering his muzzle.

The fox slapped Brian's ass.

"Then will just have to accept he a good fuck!"

Brian wasn't sure that was any better. But the fox was doing just what he spoke about, fingers seesawing through him and into his body. He was immensely glad for the lube that had been put in along with the plug before.

"I'm sure he shall see the light." Druff said.

And true enough, there was light. It was hardly prediction since the tiger picked that moment to shift his body from its repose on top the wolf.. Brian felt his leg muscles stretching when the tiger used them as his support handles for getting up. For a moment he was hopeful that this meant he would be allowed to finally drop them down and possibly use them to control some of Esben's antics regarding his rear. This did not happen. The tiger did not let go of his legs, simply re-adjusted his grip on them.

"Spare me a paw to get me in his muzzle?" the tiger spoke to Esben.

The two daddies shared another look between them. Brian's eyes jumped from the tiger's groin to the fox, who nodded in agreement.

"Gimme a damn breather, would you?" the complained. His eyes followed the motion of Esben's paw reaching for Druff's hard cock. He gave it a fond squeeze before aiming the rigid shaft towards Brian's grumpy maw.

Druff glanced down at the wolf and grinned.

"Later, boy," he said.

The broad grin painting the tiger's muzzle drew Brian's attention, and he was about to throw back a retort, but Druff of course chose the moment that muzzle opened to lunge downwards. The thick barbed shaft was immediately enveloped in the familiar wet warmth of the wolven muzzle, cutting off any protests and making Brian choke on his words. His tongue lashed up against the new intruder that was sliding along it, much to the tiger's pleasure.

"Atta boy." Druff's voice could be heard from above, "don't try to swallow it whole..."

"Yes... good boy... suck well!" The fox added, choosing to keep his hand around after aiding in Druff's aim, moving it to the exposed underside of Brian's muzzle and scritching at the chin in that particular way he knew canines to be weak to. It certainly worked in curtailing some of the wolf's frustration, the intensely pleasant sensations providing a potent distraction.

"Ahhh... that's the stuff..." Druff continued their lewd exchange, after comfortably sliding himself balls deep into Brian's muzzle. His tip was already gracing the entry into the wolf's throat. He knew the beefy wolf could take it without too much trouble. "Nothing like some sweet big bad wolf muzz..."

"Yes!" The fox enthused cheerfully while slapping one muscled globe of ass hard and groping like he owned it. And with his fingers fucking away happily into said ass, he might have already laid such a claim for now.

Brian growled at and around the rigid shaft stuffing his muzzle. Once again he was powerless to do anything. This position and angle the tiger chose had, besides covering his nose with a pair of musky balls once again, the added benefit of joining the curve of dick perfectly to the inside of Brian's muzzle, making the process of thrusting through it flow quite naturally. Druff's hard shaft flowed down along the wolf's tongue and was pressed firmly onto it, providing a wonderful surface to grind it against - especially with the motions it made under their captive's command.

"Don't forget to show those barbs all the attention they deserve," said the tiger.

The horny wolf complied. Indeed, it was as if the wolf's muzzle was_made_ to receive cock into it at this angle, a thought at which he wanted to scoff, but couldn't shake it off. If the tiger chose to erupt inside it, the sticky payload would be delivered straight down his throat and he would have no choice but to swallow. A part of the cat was going to be inside him and stay there even after the sex was over, as an invisible reminder of their rampant tryst.

He tried to be a good boy and suckled and licked on the tiger's straining tool, the way he had been told to. The Druff let him continue at it for a while, offering grumbles of approval. Esben's slaps on Brian's upturned rump only added to the lewd soundtrack. The padded walls meant that nobody outside the room would know what was happening there. Brian was glad about that. He knew that things could get loud, and it would be supremely embarrassing to get into trouble because of it. The continued spanking did make Brian wonder how much he could actually handle before the pain took over the odd, submissive pleasure resulting from the act.

It didn't make it any easier to hold his concentration at the cock he was supposed to service to the best of his ability. Very soon the tiger wanted more, and pulled his hips backwards before driving the crucial inches down the wolf's throat again. Brian swallowed and closed his eyes in the hopes of stopping himself from gagging, huffin while he did so. The impending sensation seemed to pass. It wasn't so bad once he got used to the barbs teasing the tender walls. He could handle it.

What he didn't expect, and didn't know from experience how he would manage it, was what happened next. The fox stopped his manual manipulations of Brian's poor rear and left him feeling quite smarting and with a throbbing asshole -as well as a big bad case of blue balls, he could tell. His whole cock felt like half of his blood volume was packed in it. It felt absolutely rigid and very sensitive to every touch, whether accidental or deliberate.

Yes, he felt another hot contact against his asshole but it was not a finger, nor the fox's tongue or lips. no, it was the blunt tip of a cock, not unlike in shape to his own, but different in size. Probably not quite as hefty as his own, but then again, he had never had something exactly like his own cock shoved under his tail.

Esben was obviously done with teasing. He grappled on lupine hips while his other paw did the necessary guiding of his shaft down to the spot he wanted it to go to. Brian's hole clenched at the sensation of the oozing tip making circles on him. It was likely a matter of seconds -

And the fox pushed, and the well-teased hole relented and admitted the tip. A whole inch, and then some, popped in and made the wolf growl around the cock pumping in and out of his muzzle.

Druff kept himself firmly lodged in place within Brian's muzzle to muffle any protests. In fact, the steady stream of rumbling growls applied pleasurable vibrations onto his barbed menace. They only intensified once Brian got what the fox thought he deserved.

As for Esben, he didn't relent. Once he found purchase inside the wolf's gripping warmth, he just kept pushing, feeding more and more of his throbbing shaft into that slick hole. He didn't stop when the wolf started squirming his thick legs and wriggling his toes in. He didn't stop when the wolf tilted his hips slightly backwards to ask for a breather, as if trying to run away from the cock piercing his insides. No, the fox wanted to have this beefy stud all for himself now that he had the chance, and he wouldn't stop until he was balls deep in that sleeve of a tunnel, hips flush with round muscled cheeks pulled taut by Druff via the wolfs's legs. The muscular tension only made it more pleasure.

The fox let out a rumble and said something in a language that Brian couldn't understand. He could guess its meaning well enough, even in his hazy state. The fox just kept going, claiming more and more territory for himself.

Esben wanted to have the rough n' tough stud writhing in blissful pleasure around his knotty shaft while the quivering tunnel was milking the cum from him. And the breeding was only about to start.

The fox was hissing in pleasure from the physical act of sliding his cock into a warm, tightly gripping hole, but also from the knowledge of claiming a powerful male as his bitch. Both he and Druff watched with satisfaction as the knotty fox cock disappeared further and further into the squirming wolf, while Brian could only lay there, bound and restrained as he was, and take it. The familiar feeling of fullness moving ever deeper inside was accompanied by the sight burn and discomfort of the merciless entry.

'Fuck!'

It was different from his experiences with Druff, the fox being deceptively rough and intense when it came to the carnal acts of manly debauchery. The pleasure was intermingled with the discomfort, and it all felt strangely arousing and thrilling. Brian found himself desiring to watch Esben's face while he was holding the fox down and piledriving into his ass, much like the fox was doing to him now. But that would have to come later. For now, the fox's knot kissed his stretched hole, and he felt properly filled, with a thick barbed shaft dripping salty pre into his muzzle. It was the most curious feeling, the way the fox filled him, and then still had more to give in the shape of that bulb of the knot. Usually the penetration by the tiger ended with their hips flush, balls bumping on Brian's taint or the base of his tail, but not now. That familiar sensation was missing and instead there was the knot, an the pressure on his prostate, and the stretching on his hole. It wasn't utterly alien to him, but the fox's different shape made it a new experience. There was probably no much difference in the actual thickness spreading him open, but the shape was what mattered.

The two men currently skewering the wolf from either end were mercifully still for the moment. Esben kept huffing and grumbling, and even Druff had withdrawn most of himself from Brian's muzzle so that he was only keeping the tip inside. Perhaps he was ready to pull himself put completely in case the wolf grimaced and got the urge to bite his teeth together to try and take the penetration in his rear more easily. The tiger had told the wolf some horror stories on the topuic that had made his balls draw close to his body in terror.

"There ya go...good boy..." the tiger appeared to be intent on lavishing the wolf with more compliments for now, crouched on top of ohim and stroking the calves in his grip. "Taking some daddy fox cock like a champ."

The tiger chuckle roughly.

"...barely remembered to breathe when your most precious was so rudely claimed..."

Brian chortled around the dick stuffed in his mouth at the sound of the tiger's flamboyant description of taking cock in the ass. The fox had both of his paws cupping one butt cheek and he stretched them even further apart. The wolf could imagine the fox taking a good hard look at the way the wolf's muscled ring was pulled tight around the shaft, the way it clenched. Brian felt ambivalent about having his asshole used for producing home pornography in such a manner. The fox's clawtips were digging into his flesh too and sending little sparks of pain mixed with pleasure through his weary glutes.

"He feel good!" Esben said. "Good ass!"

Druff squeezed on the wolf's legs more firmly and flexed his shaft in Brian's maw as well.

"He says it is an acquired taste...but that doesn't mean he isn't enjoying it," Druff said.

'Oh ha ha!' went Brian's mind.

"Can tell!" The fox enthused, and continued while patting the side of one butt cheek "Very tight, very alive!"

"Indeed." The Druff opined, treating the wolf to another glob of pre down his tongue. "You should feel him once he really gets into it. The tiger added with a rumble and slight shift of his hips, poking the barbed tip around in the stuffed muzzle.

"Intend to!" Esben replied, still keeping himself steady inside the claimed passage. "Big tough ones always complain, but also always enjoy the most in the end!"

The fox gave the wolf a few slight jerks of his hips. Maybe just flexed his pelvic muscles. Either way, the wolf winced, his still tender asshole feeling every little motion of the tool impaling it.It might have been in there, but he wasn't fully used to it yet. Maybe he didn't even want to.

"Oh yes," said Druff.

Yes!"the fox said. To the wolf it one again sounded like 'yass'.

Brian was mostly just baffled by the way the two seemed to be having casual conversations while all out spitroasting him, talking about him as if he wasn't even there, taking a thick hard cock in both ends. The wolf almost felt offended, a fact that made him huff around the dick in his muzzle. Sometimes he just didn't know how he ended up in situations such as that one. The tiger was probably to blame for most part, or his own horny self. The cat knew how to tug the wolf by his balls into whatever direction Druff preferred.

He grumbled around the salty meat in his muzzle when he felt the fox move again. Esben's paws continued to dig to his upturned ass cheeks, keeping him fully spread and open for him to pump into. Several vulpine inches flowed back and forth through the tight, pulsing grip of Brian's asshole. He was definitely feeling it move, how his insides opened and closed whenever the thick shaft passed. It tingled somewhere in that weird space between his balls and the base of his cock. The said lupine dick throbbed helplessly. All this anal stimulation was making it even harder than before. Brian wasn't sure how all that extra blood could even get there with the cock ring on him. It felt like the smallest touch might make him erupt, if he'd been free to do so. For now all he got was the brushing of his own fur on it when the motion of their bodies made him flop repeatedly against his belly.

"Good fuck boy," Esben slurred.

"Hrrgh!" The wolf grunted out when his mounting muffled protests to Esben's lurid declaration were cut off by a particularly hard thrust of the fox's powerful hips, the shaft digging deep and pummeling that treacherous spot inside of him that made him squirm and ooze precum onto his own stomach as if a button was pushed.

Truth be told several were being mashed at the moment, some buried deeper than others.

The wolf's chains rattled, and his body was responding more and more to the rough, carnal ministrations it was subject to. From the slightest shift of lupine hips to meet the thrusts onto his beefy ass, to the almost rhythmic massage of the fox's cock as it was drilling back and forth and pounding jolts of perverse pleasure through his body, it was becoming harder and harder on the wolf to keep his enjoyment under control. Esben didn't hold anything back from the wolf. The rough groping of the firm, rounded cheeks and the heavy and uncompromising pounding of vulpine hips made it that much easier for Brian to get into the spirit of the action, who held firmly that men should fuck like men, no matter the position they were in.

It was one hell of a turn-on. And the wolf tended to care about inhibitions and images progressively less as his horniness and arousal grew, and the raw primal need to rut, and rut hard, took him over.

The barbed shaft in his muzzle oozed out some pre onto his tongue, which he swallowed down without much hesitation. The motion of his Adam's' apple, visible due to the positioning of his head and the tiger's upside-down muzzle fucking, made the tiger rumble with satisfaction.

"Good fuck boy indeed..." The tiger purred dirtily. "Getting very thirsty."

Esben didn't miss out on a single thrust as he chuckled at the tiger's comment.

"We give him what he want," the fox said.

To Brian that meant between 10 and 20 inches of dick continuously pounded into him from either end. Neither of them was going easy on him. Esben's balls slapped Brian's taint once he ramped up to the speed he wanted to take. Druff was slightly more languid in his actions, but didn't spare himself. The barbs tickled the insides of Brian's mouth. It made him want to swallow, to clear off the sensation, and that only encouraged the tiger. His purring was deep and obviously highly pleased by the feel of the wolf's tongue slithering along his shaft. Whether conscious effort or not, it caressed his flesh just right.

The tiger began to thrust more earnestly into the wolf's muzzle. If he'd let Brian do mostly his own thing until then, Druff took over the control and dictated the pace.

'Like he's the boss', Brian thought.

It was the truth, the wolf had to admit. With the two men pounding away at him and his arms and legs restrained as they were, the fox and tiger were very much in charge now. Once they settled into a pace, they were working with precision,, fucking in and out of their big prey with what seemed like practiced coordination. The wolf could only speculate on the number of unsuspecting hunks the tiger and fox duo had lured into their wicked bedroom games.

As the fox drove his shaft as deep as it would go without forcing the threatening knot past the tightly squeezing hole, the Druff would withdraw until just the tip remained in the wolf's suckling maw. Pre-cum dripped continuously onto the canine's tongue. They would linger for the briefest of moments in that state, each savoring the domination they exerted onto the powerful, beefy male subdued between them, and the pleasure they took from his body writhing in it's own reluctant enjoyment of their carnal dance, alive with the heat and the arousal the two older men coaxed from the wolf.

The college hunk's persistently defiant attitude made it all the more intense and enjoyable for all of them. He might grunt but not moan. He could huff but not sigh. Some semblance of control must have remained, somewhere in the deep vestiges of his mind.

That didn't mean it was difficult. Whenever the two men had burrowed in or pulled out, in their respective turns, the two thick throbbing piece of meat thundered through the holes they were stuffing.

''What? They're still gonna got at it harder?' the wolf thought. He'd been sure that the older men were approaching the very limits of their stamina. How were they still ramping it up if he himself was feeling the efforts? He was sweaty beyond belief, and his body, already weary from the gym, had been bent into various awkward positions one after another. Brian had the feeling that he was going to be exceptionally stiff and sore come next day.

A big reason for that was the particularly strange kind of exercise equipment that was being used on him. The fox's tapered fuckstick made Brian's tunnel feel suddenly empty whenever he pulled out, which led to the wolf squeezing tight to make sure the next plunge would be as enjoyable as possible the dirty Norwegian fox and himself as well. On the other end, the familiar barbed menace was shoved balls deep into the wolf's feasting muzzle and forced all the accumulated pre-cum and saliva down the swallowing throat. Some had already leaked out and soaked the wolf's cheeks, much to his chagrin. He didn't even dare to think what his ass would look like after the fox was done with him and his hindquarters.

"Give those to me?"

Brian heard the fox make the question, but he had trouble comprehending it. What could the Esben be asking for at the moment? The answer became clear momentarily. The wolf felt his legs being tugged at and the next thing he knew, Esben's paws grabbed on his calves, below the tiger's own fingers. Something like a tug of war ensued when both of them readjusted their positions and pulled on Brian's legs in turn. Both men continued to thrust their dicks into the wolf, but now both were using his legs for support as they did so.

"Good!"

Esben pulled the wolf's legs wide apart, which only added to the stretching the wolf could feel all the way to the very base of his tail. The tiger let his own paws go along for the ride, and allowed Esben to be in charge of the positioning for now. Druff hunched several times rapidly into the wolf's muzzle. The thrusts came with more force than before, and the wolf noticed that. He pulled on the wolf's legs and made them swing towards himself. The fox tugged them back to himself. Brian's legs moved back and forth like a pendulum between the two males on top of him.

The constant pulling sensations on his legs were fairly odd, like they were locked in a bizarre version of tug-o-war. The chains binding the wolf's arms were rattling again, but this time due to the heavy force of thrusts into his body made it slide back and forth ever so slightly, also helped by the pillow still under him.. Whenever one would slam in balls deep, the other used Brian's thickly muscled legs as a handle which, with the aid of the impact of the other's powerful hips, made the wolf unwittingly meet the next impaling hump and shove it in that much harder and deeper.

Manly grunts and throaty growls were all that could be heard from the trio for the moment, along with the lewd sounds of hips smacking firm ass cheeks and the occasional slurping sound when Druff pulled out a bit further, before he plugged that unruly muzzle right back up.

'They really are like clockwork...' The wolf thought to himself, feeling increasingly worked up by the hard and heavy pounding he was subjected to, that intense tingling in his groin starting to slowly well up... the very same tingling that seemed to turn his ass into a primary sex organ with how good it could make the hard and rough drilling of a thick cock feel for that last stretch before the explosive fireworks of an orgasm that was fucked out of him would hit the young hunk.

The memories themselves made his toes curl, but he would not give the two men the pleasure of hearing him moan like a bitch and beg for more... something he was sure the fox was trying to drive out of him. And he didn't need any anal nostalgia to be feeling like that. What the wolf and the tiger were doing were more than enough to keep him going. He was almost sad that he couldn't properly meet their actions with his own. He could play the power bottom when the mood got to him, and he liked nothing more than showing that it took some balls to take it in the ass and smile throughout the performance. They weren't really giving him that much of a chance to do it now. The double act was trying to overwhelm him with sex, perhaps, take him to that zone where nothing else mattered but rutting.

It wasn't bad. He loved sex. Who didn't like sex? the way the men had it, it made him breathless in a good way. He'd probably be sore but it would be worth it, he hoped. The small of his belly already glowed.

More thrusts. More pre-cum squirting his throat. His asshole clenching and quivering.

"Need to..." said Esben.

There was suddenly emptiness when the tiger's dick slipped out of his muzzle. It left Brian's lips wet, and his cheeks burning hot. He drew in a ragged breath through a maw that was still slightly O-shaped, as if stuck to that position from all the face fucking he had received. He'd never forgive the tiger if he'd develop permanent cock-sucking lips from all that. He'd already had the same worry about his butthole in the past, and grumbled accordingly.

Deep puffs of air were had, and another low growl escaped whenever the fox bottomed out in him.

"Getting too close for comfort, Pops?" Brian managed to muster up a challenge into his voice.

"Not me," the tiger chuffed. "Esben..."

The wolf glared at the fox across his own messy body. Esben was a sensual sight, with his concentrated expression, and the tension all over his nude body. His flat belly flexed in and out with the effort it took him to pound the college boy. Brian wanted to be pissed off with him, but couldn't quite summon the feeling for that.

Their eyes met, and the fox outright grinned when he noticed the wolf looking. He took a tighter hold of Brian's legs.

"Yass..." said the fox.

Brian had only a slight inkling of just what they might have been planning, but the feel of the fox's temporarily stationary dick in his ass, a_pointed_, noticeable absence of fucking motion while the wolf's hole suckled down on his shaft like begging for it to come back full force...

Esben slammed himself forward. It wasn't one of those big ball-slapping thrusts meant to break in an ass, but rather one with a purpose. It drove his knot directly against Brian's hole with much more force than before. The wolf grunted at the sensation of being filled up again, so abruptly, along with the stinging sensation from the extra stretching with his asshole pushing inwards with the slamming thrust. He knew exactly what that was for, having done the same thing many times in the past while in the position the fox was in now.

He had never been on this side of things when it came to knots.

Some moaned out. Some outright begged. Some winced. Some took it stoically, and some yelped out loud. But they all tensed up and clamped down around his knot and shaft with an urgency and desperation that spoke volumes about just how intense it felt to finally take it in all the way.

On the more familiar side of things, the wolf knew very well what a rush it was, and all that act represented It meant claiming your bitch as your own in the ultimate act of conquest, making sure the were be bred good and proper without a drop escaping. Beyond the physical act of their bodies being stuck, the psychological repercussions were immense. Tying someone with your knot meant you had truly sealed the deal, whether to ensure paternity, or just doing another kind of a serious claim.

It irked him somewhat to take that role under this wily fox, though being bound and helpless as he was soothed the ego somewhat. He was technically being made to take it (or so he told him merrily) but they didn't force it at him, not against his ultimate consent. The sex was wanted...and quite terrifyingly so, some deeply buried part of him, the one that thoroughly enjoyed all the debauchery and unholy acts the Druff inflicted upon his playfully hapless person in the time they've known each other was filling the wolf with anticipation for the moment that fat bulb of flesh would penetrate his defenses and send his sexually charged nerves into overdrive.

What would it feel like? Would it be enough for Esben, or would the fox try to exert more dominance over the wolf still? Just how hard would it make him explode all over himself? Should he object to the fox piledriving his knot into his ass on their first meeting? He could tell him to find somewhere else to shove it, and maybe instead raise his own tail so that Brian could show him what a wolf knot felt like in his tight little fox butt.

Silly as the thought was at this stage of the game, it was phased out, along with much else, by another heavy and forceful thrust, almost enough to make Brian's teeth rattle. The chains definitely did so. The fox ground his hips against the thick manly curves of the wolf's ass while pulling the hunk onto his knot by the powerful legs in his grasp, and Brian had to grit his teeth and grunt out in response.

It stang again. He made another noise. Brian started to understand This was probably why Druff took a break from fucking his muzzle He didn't want any accidents to happen that involved his dick and Brian's jaws. The wolf wanted it to be hilarious, but couldn't muster the thought. Probably never. That was just too...tender!

Again the fox pushed, and pulled, and huffed. The tip of Esbens' cock prodded at Brian's prostate and made him clench hard around the fox's shaft. His asshole kissed the knot and tried to gnaw on it. Esben kept up the steady pressure he was probably hoping to use to overcome Brin's defenses, but it was still refusing to pass. It wasn't entirely comfortable for him, either. It was close to outright hurting.

"Ease the fuck up back there!" Brian snorthed. " Grrrrh...man.."

The pressure on his nether gates dropped a notch, but was still there. Esben looked somewhat frustrated. That look was a curious one, over is lust-twisted and sweaty face, the one that had previously carried a cheerful, carefree smirk. It made Brian wonder if the fox might be cross should they truly fail to install the rest of him into Brian's zealous butt. It'd surely be a big disappointment. Was there a plan B for situations like this? Was Esben going to keep trying to stick it in until he had to say no and admit defeat? That would be a pussy thing to do. Admittedly, it'd be his first time and all and he wasn't all that keen a bottom anyway, and goddamn how that fox cock pressed onto his prostate just right and made his toes wriggle.

Odd enough, the next thing he felt was Esben's fingers leaving his leg, so that only Druff's grip remained. He didn't really have to the time be puzzled over by that before he felt the strangest sensation, a pressure on his rear that was not coming from his hole but below it, in fact, from the space between it and his nuts. It didn't hurt, it was quite pleasurable in fact and made his insides coil up again.

Whatever he did back there, the next thrust hit its mark, and Brian Silva knew nothing else but the knot.

"WHAAAAAAH!"

Druff moved quickly, covering the wolf's muzzle with his paw while he hissed, gagged and spat in sheer terror and shock. The palm over Brian's face wasn't a weighty one, not really meant to suffocate or control him. The wolf barely registered it. His ass was on fire, it felt like Esben had decided to push an orange in there, and maybe his arm too for good measure. His legs first trembled and then grew slack in the tiger's and the fox's pas and later Brian would wonder if it truly was possible to be paralysed by cock. Surely the dick had been pushed into him so deep that it was now touching his...pancreas, or something.

"Aawwrghhhahh..."

"Hssh...easy...hush..."

Druff's voice was surprisingly tender in its rumble against Brian's ear. The paw slipped away from his muzzle and soon Brian had both of the tiger's paws on his shoulders instead. He'd crouched down and Brian found his head resting in Druff's lap. Brian's eyes were still squeezed tight shut. He was scared of what he might see if he looked. He was also worried of how big his eyes would appear to the onlookers witnessing his infamy. He had a feeling that they would be as big as platters.

"Shh...enjoy your first one...nothing quite like your first knot," the tiger crooned. "Or so I've been told..."

It was almost enough for Brian to crack his eyes open and to glare at the tiger, and to make a face. But he didn't dare to part his maw in case that his teeth decided to actually clatter or something. He wouldn't put that past himself at that point.

It was damn intense. His insides throbbed, and Esben was throbbing too. He could feel everything, every beat of the fox's heart transmitted directly into the core of his being. Esben wasn't even moving, but he didn't have to for the massive penetration to fill him up completely.

"It's all the way in," the tiger continued in his soothing tone, "it won't get better than that..."

The tiger rubbed and squeezed on the wolf's shoulders. Brian found the sudden gentleness to be a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The tiger obviously knew that this wasn't a run of the mill thing for the wolf whose entire body now trembled due to the kinky fox and his endowment. Hell, the Druff sounded proud of him. Like he'd just learned to ride a bicycle or something. The thought was incredibly inappropriate, but also sexy beyond belief.

'He's taking this daddy thing seriously'

Esben was being remarkably patient, all things considered. Surely the fox wanted nothing more but to pummel Brian's ass into oblivion. It was without doubt the thing Brian would have done if their positions were reversed. he never lasted long once he had sunk his knot inside someone. It just made him want to fuck their brains out and fill them up, reach the nirvana of release that wiped everything else away from his mind.

Maybe the Norwegian fox had special stamina reserves. Maybe he had practiced the whole knotty business much more than Brian. Perhaps it was simply his preference to make his bottoms wait for it until they just couldn't wait anymore. From the wolf, he would hear no such plea though. At most, a grunted complaint to get on with it already before he'd go crazy.

But that was only an eventuality. For now, Brian had his eyes shut tight and maw hanging slightly agape, as if the knot had punched the air out of his lungs with it's entry.

"Pfffhh..." his breathing was audible still.

It was almost too much to handle. even after he'd gotten a few moments to get used to it. There was a stinging, throbbing kind of discomfort, combined with what felt to be having his butt stretched more than the wolf thought possible and then stuffed so utterly. The sharp discomfort flared at the moment the knot punched its way inside of him, but did dull down a small degree as the fox stood still, something Brian was feeling very grateful for at the moment. He had taken his first manly knot, and the physical sensations were beyond intense, with the usual interwoven feelings of pleasurable fullness and painful stretching he associated with taking a thick piece of meat up the ass - and cranked up to eleven.

'Oh Christ!'

Then there was the scary psychological side of things too.

On the top of his mind was the knowledge that the sly Norwegian fox popped his knot cherry possibly less than an hour after they met, virtually unchallenged. True, the wolf was insidiously restrained by the two lustful daddies, but if he truly wanted to, he could have stopped it at any point. Being dominated in such a way by the fox, tied by the older male and claimed so completely and marked undeniably as his bitch with such apparent ease made the wolf feel incredibly slutty and frustrated with himself. This concerned especially his own knotty shaft that remained as hard as a rock without fail throughout the whole ordeal. He could feel himself throb along with his rear tunnel and the still dulling stinging sensations and figured it was better to have it like that than being wracked with pain.

Maybe he was being a bit butt slutty in that regard, but the two men probably weren't going to spread the news around. The tiger always worked with maximum discretion. Who would the fox tell, anyway? Most likely he would simply declare to his Scandinavian pervert buddies that the wolf asses were pliable on the other side of the Atlantic.

"I think he like it," Esben said.

Brian knew that he would've been unable to hide the signs, anyway, so the fox's remark came as no shock. Neither did the tiger's obviously amused rumble he felt, on his back, coming through Druff's back. He was still doing his best supportive act of rubs and encouragements. He even worked as a pillow, albiet one with a very erect and spit-soaked dick poking at Brian's shoulder.

"They usually do," Druff said. The matter-of-fact tone made Brian wonder just how many knot stuffings the tiger had witnessed. Since the tiger didn't possess one, he'd had to be an onlooker in such trust. He could imagine Druff insisting on the best seat in the house to watch the show. Maybe something like how he was positioned just then, keeping calm whoever the unlucky bastard was that particular time. Perhaps that too was a thing between him and this Esben. Popping knots into holes where they hadn't gone before.

"Yass."

Brian could see the smug determination in the fox's look back to him. He was enjoying the wolf's conquest to the fullest.

"Pfffhh.." Brian found some of his voice and was somewhat happy how it sounded like, under the circumstances, "are you just gonna...sit there? Make yourself home?"

"Hrhm..." Esben's claws pressed to Brian's calves, "you very noisy. You always talk to Druff like that?"

"Sure," Brian said. The sweaty wolf suspected he was doing so against his better judgement, but couldn't keep quiet either. Sexy, dommy fox or not, if he wanted to heckle the wolf, he'd better be able to take some back too.

"Good," Esben said.

The wolf was surprised by that reply. He'd expect something much more disapproving. Maybe the fox liked that he still had some fight left to him, and wasn't Druff's complete pushover.

Or maybe he was just lulling Brian into false comforts. What the fox did next wiped all the rest of his thoughts from his mind. He made a small exploratory thrust and it was already enough to make Brian gasp. that knot felt like it was directly pressing to his prostate and squeezing it down to perhaps half of its size. Every throb of that fleshy ball milked more pre-cum from his dick and to his hopelessly messy belly.

"Heh..." the fox hissed.

Brian could hear his tail swish and flap. The cock inside him throbbed. The fox took a firmer grip of the wolf's legs. Brian couldn't help but moan at the sensations his prostate were being subjected to. That knot just felt too big...almost impossibly big for something that was stuffed in his rump.

Then it began to press the other way and that felt almost as good and equally shocking. For a while it was pulling so firmly on his asshole that Brian wondered if the fox was truly planning to try and yank it out of him while fully engorged. That definitely wouldn't end well in his mind.

"H-hey!"

He almost panicked, during the flash second that was needed for Esben to play out the next part of his evil plan.

It was beyond shocking for the college wolf, what happened. The tiger surely knew, he'd think later, considering he didn't even try to act surprised by the fox's actions. But Brian hadn't given it any thought. The possibility had not even entered his mind.

The fox moved in his hunched position, and then he swung his leg, and his tail about.

The pulling was almost blinding and made Brian gasp. The knot tugged on him hard, and while the whole engorged dick churned his rear, the pressure made him feel like he might have an orgasm fucked out of him on that very moment. His eyes remained open and he sa everything, the whole glory of the way Esben's leather-clad leg rose and then landed, and so did the tail, and all he saw was the chaps-lined wolf-ass, some nice white-furred nuts and...

And the fox was fucking inside him still, but had turned himself around so that he was in the classic canine tie position, ass to ass, albeit still standing while Brian remained on his back.

The wolf's brain was unable to process the sheer kinkiness of the prospect. Even he had never done it with one of his lays who had been very much receptive to the idea of the knotting. It just wasn't something he did. But the fox...the fox had himself rammed all the way in Brian's butt and right now the wolf could see the fox's own asshole blinking at him, with the sturdly legs placed again. And the cock still throbbed in his ass, and the knot felt enormous, but no longer like it threatened to pop out any moment soon. He had a feeling that the fox wanted it to remained there a long time.

"Hah..."

The next sound Esben did was almost like a yip, the loudest and most sthrill a noise he had made during the whole session. Perhaps this was very special to him, too, and this sound he made signalled that fact to the wolf being on the receiving end.

Brian saw the fox's shoulders sling a little when he adjusted his balance, and then he hunched.

"FFffuuuhk!" the wolf groaned out immediately, and bit his teeth together.

Piledriving didn't really even describe it properly, in his mind. The fox was doing fucking alright, but the point of view to it was extraordinary. His balls bounced, tight to his body by now with arousal, and his tail remained resolutely raised so that the only thing Brian could see was everything that was sensual that the fox hadn't stuck up Brian's butt.

It simply looked, sounded, smelled and FELT like the dirtiest sexual thing Brian had ever witnessed.

But what it didn't look like was an easy maneuver to maintain. As the fox suddenly started to jackhammer the quivering hole with the shallow, extra fast thrusts their tie permitted, the wolf shut his eyes momentarily from the utter shock of the pounding.

"Pffhhh...ohhhhoooohho-hohohoh!" the air escaped from his lungs, and his throat made the sound against his will.

Opening his eyes slightly after a few moments of processing the rush of near-overwhelming stimuli, Brian watched the fox powerfuck him, balls swinging, hole clenching and muscles pulled taut and straining from the posture and effort of the forceful fucking into what must've been his new favorite hole. Even through the stars starting to dance in front of his eyes, the wolf could appreciate the spectacle of a strong man immersed in sexual conquest, body charged with sexual vigor working towards ultimate release. Even if he was the one to be receiving said release, it was still a sight to behold.

The wolf honestly couldn't bring himself to care anymore at this point, not with both his body and mind growing numb from the ceaseless drilling that threatened to make his groin explode with pleasure. It was just too much. His toes curled, his head rolled back against its striped pillow, and his breathing was a ragged mess of exhausted groans and raspy inhales. He was sure that he'd never been fucked this hard. Even Druff had showed some restraint, while the fox now...he was out of control with his lust. Brian knew that he himself wasn't too far off from such a state. He just wanted to feel everything, to have that long-coming orgasm, and see how it would feel like with the fox buried to the hilt inside him, all else be damned.

That included the tiger. He was barely aware anymore that Druff too was present in their tryst. The tiger still held his shoulders, but he was not doing anything else. He was almost surprisingly passive in the way he was taking part. Maybe he too was staring at the tight-looking foxhole that kept humping in and out while the leather bastard power-fucked Brian's ass. It was almost hypnotic, the way it dimpled inwards and then relaxed, briefly, before he went in again. Brian wondered whether he could see it winking in rhythm to the muscle convulsions that were the sign of Esben spurting his seed deep inside him.

And by God, he wanted it too. Even if that cum was gonna be deposited inside him, and even if the knot was probably going to leave him a leaking mess afterwards, he wanted to have his own orgasm, climax with the knot still inside his body. His cock felt incredibly hard and swollen, as did his balls. The cock ring was digging even more firmly against his flesh. Could he have grown thicker with all the arousal? Was that even possible?

"Awhhh..."

He just wanted to get off.

Brian let out a frustrated growl and clenched his paws into fists that then slapped the padded floor. He thought it was impossible to feel quite that pent up when it hadn't been more than 12 hours since his last cumming. That'd been just a quick one, to sate the monster until he would have the time for a more leisurely session come evening. The gym never made him feel less horny, that much for sure.

The tiger had probably planned that, too. Make him sweaty, a bit sore, and certified horny from both working out his own body and looking at the ones all around him at the gym, bulging and sweating and getting ripped.

He should write books about this. 'The Art of Druff Sex.' Maybe with tasteful illustrations.

Esben's balls continued to slap against Brian's in the rough, grinding rhythm of the fuck. Brian couldn't decide if it was actually fully pleasurable or not. The waves of joy his prostate produced more than made up for it. His body shuddered. Were they going to keep going forever? Was it their intention to fuck him into complete exhaustion? It looked that way. His cock felt so hard that it might never recover to its usual state. He didn't even dare to think about his ass. Was he going to need a band-aid or two to keep it closed after that knot...

"Afhhh...afhhh..."

Brian thought he was starting to sound like a fox in heat, and not of the grunting, rough kind that Esben was. The fox's tail swung from side to side as he continued his entrapped pumping. Brian's tongue lolled out of the corner of his muzzle and began to dribble his saliva onto his chest.

"Let it come, boy...come for daddy..." Druff crooned.

Just how was he he meant to do that? The cock ring meant that his climax would elude him almost indefinitely. Unless -

He felt the fingers brush against his belly, not his dick, before there was an obvious tug that loosened the grip of the elastic cord. The rush of freed blood felt almost like an orgasm on its own, especially when combined with the other things going on.

"Ooohhhahhhh - !" the wolf sounded surprised.

"Cum for daddy..." the tiger repeated the evil mantra into Brian's ear. "Make me proud..."

The Druff's words were pure fantasy fuel. Brian felt like he was truly living it, too, at least by the time that devilish paw grabbed his cock and tugged on it.

"AAWWHH!"

Just a single stroke, followed by the tiger's fingers wrapping around Brian's knot, and that was it. The wolf exploded all over his chest and belly in pearly spurts that he could actually feel going up his urethra and then splashing on his body. That only happened after he had been really pent up, and this surely qualified. Inside, the strange feeling of an orgasm that happened deep inside him, instead of going up and down his cock in the throes of a climax, came up but seriously amplified by the enormous knot. All of his insides coiled around it and forced that bulb to milk even further joyful pleasure out of his body.

"Haaaaa-haahhaah-hah-a-h-ahahah - "

His voice was broken and let out an endless stream of huffs and moans. The fox didn't stop fucking him even through the climax that kept going and going. His bound and squashed body shook and jittered, as if taken by a convulsion. The tiger's paw kept a hold of his knot, an endless source of glowing pleasure. Druff's muzzle hovered nearby and whispered further words of encouragement. He couldn't really make out the words, but the tone was enough.

"Grah..."

The fox snarled. His thighs were working so fast that they were surely going to need a massage once he was done. His thrusts were growing more erratic, but remained as strong and determined. Esben's hold on Brian's legs grew broader, the way he was pushing them to side. It felt like he was trying to force the wolf's asshole to open even more for his enthusiastic sodomy.

Still he managed to last longer than Brian could have imagined. His own orgasm had slowed down to a trickle of pleasure and lazily oozing seed by the time the fox rammed himself home for the great finale.

It sounded like the fox was cursing in his own, strange language, the way he snorted and muttered things while his body gave up its offering, spurted deep into Brian's clenching, scorching hot rear. The wolf was still supersensitive from his own orgasm and could feel the spurts happening inside him. Heat painted the walls of his inner sanctum and made his entirely belly glow. His cheeks were the same, reddened by the knowledge that he was being utterly bred.

The wolf's inner muscles, tenderised into numbness by the energetic drilling of the dirty fox, still flexed occasionally around the pulsing shaft depositing its load, just from the sensation of the warm seed flooding over them. Brian could feel every single spurt that landed in him clear as day. The breeding he was receiving felt as intense and confusingly good as the first time Druff claimed him and introduced the wolf to the infuriatingly pleasurable world of taking a thick cock up the chute, in its own different ways. Fucked into physical and mental numbness as he was, Brian was pretty sure he would be feeling sore from that knot for a while.

But right now, all that mattered was the flood of pleasant warmth inside of him, coupled with the warm fuzziness of his afterglow washing through his body and making the wolf not care overly much about the fact that a man he practically met about an hour ago dominated him utterly in sexual conquest, the big tough stud. There was no doubt that fact played its role in helping the fox achieve orgasmic bliss, besides the raw physical delight of power-fucking the firm, thickly muscled ass of a beefy hunk, and the incredibly tight, barely used furnace of a hole at its centre. It made Brian feel utterly used.

"Ahh..."

The warmth from his ass gradually blended in with the rest of the fuzzy feelings the wolf was riding, sore and exhausted, but also pleasantly spent, much like after a good workout. This had been much like a consecutive one, with how taxing it was. Brian watched lazily with half lidded eyes as the hole under the fox's swaying tail contracted in time with the feeling of liquid warmth entering the wolf's insides. It looked exactly as dirty as he had imagined it would. Fuck.

It was at that instant of reprieve Druff made his presence known to the wolf, who had again almost forgotten the tiger was still there.

"Let me take these." Druff said as he gripped the the slack legs of the wolf under him firmly, pulling the powerful limbs upwards and back into the position they were in when the two men were spitroasting their hapless prey.

"I know you've enjoyed yourself immensely, but don't get too comfortable yet. You still got work to do, boy", the master of the house rumbled out in the voice Brian knew he put on for playing out the proper daddy experience. The wolf could feel the tiger's body shift as he re-positioned himself, gently lowering Brian's head lower until he was straddling the wolf's face, barbed shaft as hard as ever, still glistening with saliva from a dutifully servicing lupine muzzle and the previously leaking pre-cum.

"Now be a good boy and open wide for daddy." Druff drawled on, making his manhood bounce and slap the wolf on the nose on it's way back down.

"Oh would you give me a damn minute to c-hmmmpfh! " Brian started to complain, but perhaps painfully predictably and with surprising speed and accuracy, the tiger chose to angle his hips into position, take aim, and hump forward, burying his leaking musky tool back into the warm maw it was filling a short while earlier and silencing any further protests.

"HURGH!"

The wolf let out a deep growl and spluttered around the cock he was made to swallow. A renewed musk filled his nose as much as his mouth and made him gasp. He was now truly double teamed, with the fox tied in his rear and the tiger now obviously keen to have his own bit of fun. He saw now trouble with Brian's exhausted state or the fox who was resting on his mount on Brian's upturned rump.

"No time like now, wolfy boy," Druff stated, as if it was an afterthought. He'd already pumped his cock in and out of Brian's muzzle a dozen times before he decided to comment on his earlier complaints.

The enthusiastic muzzlefuck made sloppy noises. Brian wasn't doing much. He was too exhausted and too shell-shocked, anyway. The tiger didn't seem to have any trouble taking his pleasure from the college wolf. His balls slapped on his muzzle now, barbs tickling on Brian's tongue again. The wolf wasn't even sure if he was horny anymore, at least not actively once he had popped his load. He'd just rather been cuddling by now, as sappy as that sounded.

Druff had other plans. His fingers massaged the wolf's legs while he used them for support and leaned forward to add more weight to his humping. He was showing no signs of exhaustion himself. Maybe he'd managed to take a breather while Esben was having his merry way with Brian. Right now he was holding nothing back. He fucked Brian's face like he would pound his ass. The teeth occasionally rubbing against his shaft only added to the sensation.

It was noisy, wet and hard. It also seemed to end even before it started. The tiger made a few rough sounds, throaty ones, before his pelvis smacked against Brian's muzzle and his shaft jerked in the wolf's maw. Cum spurted inside the wolf's body for the second time in about five minutes' time. It was still very sensual, even if Brian's greatest ardor had somewhat subsided. It didn't mean that he was unable to enjoy the salty cum flowing past his taste buds and to his throat where he obediently swallowed all that the tiger had produced. It made his own cock throb amidst the mess over his belly.

The taste, the scent, and the feel were still as wonderful as they always were. This refreshed reminder of the fact still made him feel that same deep-tickling sense of submissive pleasure that the tiger could bring out. He hadn't even fucked his ass to do it this time around, which Brian found to be quite curious. Hopefully it didn't meant that he'd truly become the tiger's bitch. The knot in his butt probably had something to do with his currently receptive state.

"Hmrmhmhm..." the tiger sounded satisfied with his work.

Druff kept his dick in Brian's nursing muzzle until he decided he'd had enough and slipped his now spent member past the cum-glazed lips of the wolf. A spunk-scented breath huffed out of the college stud's weary mouth. Their eyes met, Brian looking up to the smug tiger, the cat gazing down to the messy hole he had created. The juicy tigercock still hovered nearby. The tiger was still hard.

"What are you staring at?" Brian asked after a while.

"You," the tiger said matter-of-fact.

Brian flicked a characteristically lazy ear at the cat.

"Guess you can't help when you see something so damn hunky you can't take your eyes off," Brian said cockily.

"Or well-fucked," the tiger replied.

Brian snorted. He thought he could feel the air flow sending cum into his nasal passages. It made him want to snuffle again, to try and clear them up.

"Do I look like I need to be reminded?" Brian grumbled.

"Constantly," said Druff.

The wolf knew an unwinnable argument when he was in one. Perhaps uppity behavior wasn't going to be very productive under the circumstances. He didn't really feel like he had much fight left in him anyway. He felt utterly drained from their activities, not to mention his earlier gym session. He was going to be a proper noodle soon, and then probably walk around like an 80-year-old for a week with every joint and muscle aching.

A noisy yawn coming from Esben made the wolf once again aware of the fox's presence. Not that it would have been very easy to forget the knot still lodged in his butt, but the fox had not been taking part in their conversation while Brian and Druff sparred. Now Esben looked over his shoulder at the mess that was Brian, as well as the slightly more composed tiger.

"Having good chat?" the fox asked.

"I do enjoy my pillow talk," Druff said. "Don't you as well, Brian?"

The wolf chuffed.

"I'm not seeing any pillows," he said. "I think you fucked me off the only one I had before, fox."

Esben chuckled. His tail gave a languid swing behind him, almost hitting Brian's muzzle.

"Watch it," the wolf grumbled. "I've already allowed too many liberties..."

Druff chuckled.

"He was asking for it really."

"I'm not!" Brian huffed. "You took advantage..."

The tiger snickered.

"I'm fairly sure you knew what you were getting into," Druff said.

Brian made a face.

"Well, maybe part of it, but I did expect a dinner first..."

"Romantic too!" Esben said.

Brian didn't find the current situation very amorous. Perhaps they did things differently in Norway. He might have to go and visit one day, if that was the case. Hopefully his ass would be able to take it.

"There will be a dinner, right?" the wolf asked. "Because I'm gonna be damn hungry."

"Can always have sandwiches!" Esben cheered.

Brian felt like he was already in one.

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