Behind Closed Doors

Story by Sleth on SoFurry

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After a hard day of training, Jack is eager to blow off some steam. What better way for the white wolf to do that than with the very person that has left him fuming in the first place?

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The wolf dribbled the incoming cheetah masterfully, twisting in place, pressing his broader back against the smaller male and managing to slip the ball past him. The hoop was still far, but Jack jumped and, masterfully, threw the ball towards it.

It bounced against the rim of the net and fell off. The heavy basketball ball hit the ground already out of bounds.

"Fuck..." Jack cursed under his breath, panting. Good thing it was only practice, yet still...

"For fuck's SAKE, Jack!"

The familiar voice yelling at him from across the court made the wolf flinch. His ears fell back ever so slightly, but a small growl erupted from his throat. He was already frustrated, he had been missing many shots, and to make matters worse...

"You wouldn't be able to make a single fucking three-point shot even if your LIFE depended on it, would you?!"

Jack turned around just in time to face his aggressor. Though Jack was eighteen and he knew Bruno was close to his twenties as his senior in college, the horse was just a tad taller than he was. In every other regard, however, the equine was just as broad and muscular as the wolf. Bruno stood chest to chest with the white-furred wolf, huffing through his nose as if he was the predator. In a way, being the captain of the damned basketball team, maybe he was.

"I just mi-"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR EXCUSES!" Bruno pretty much shouted right at the wolf's face. "You have the second WORST three-point scoring of the team! Arthur is behind you but he's on fucking DEFENSE, not OFFENSE! I swear to god it's like you're getting WORSE instead of better!"

Jack's ears fell further back. The wolf's growling grew in tone, but he simply looked away. It stung, but the horse was speaking the truth, so there was no argument he could really throw against it no matter how much it frustrated Jack.

"I'll fucking do better," the wolf growled.

"You BETTER!" Bruno shouted. Someone passed the ball back to the horse and Bruno just shoved it against the wolf's stomach so hard that he stumbled backward. On purpose, Jack was sure.

"Jackass..." the wolf huffed as the horse stepped away and everyone got back into their positions.

"From the top!" the captain ordered, and the whole team went back to their positions.

Unfortunately for Jack, he did not do better. The wolf missed two more 3-point shots he got, which resulted in more yelling and, worse yet, him being placed in the 'second' practice.

With the big games coming soon, regular practice had already been extended to start as early as 3 pm and last all the way to 7 pm, and second practice? The extended period of second practice was a nightly extra bout of training for those lagging behind. Two extra whole hours of training that usually only included the 'benchies': a doberman and a kangaroo that hadn't quite cut to make it to the main team, yet were always seeking a spot.

Needless to say, Jack's mood was severely soured. By the end of regular practice, even as athletic as he was, running nonstop and trying hard had left him exhausted and drenched in sweat. When the horse announced he had to stay for after-practice as well (with an array of insults to his performance to boot), Jack had to hold back from jumping at the arrogant horse's throat in anger.

All he could do was endure it. After the whole six hours of continuous practice ended, Jack sighed as he made his way to the locker rooms. The sun had long since set and it was already dark outside. The white wolf felt hungry and, even as muscular as he was, his whole body hurt from the strain of practice. All he wanted was a cold shower, a good meal and a warm bed for the night. Jack swore he could sleep all the way to tomorrow's practice if only he didn't have classes to go to as well.

College was hard...

When Jack arrived in the locker rooms the two 'benchies' were already in the shower. The wolf made his way to his locker, peeling his uniform away from his body and throwing it inside. With a sniff, the lupine wrinkled his nose. His locker would smell like sweat tomorrow if he left his clothes like this... but he didn't have the energy to go wash anything at the moment. Jack stripped down all the way until nothing but his jockstrap was left. He'd been wearing his red one, one of his favorites given how great it looked against his plain white fur, but it too was covered in sweat now. Picking up his towel, Jack was about to head for the showers when he heard the locker room doors opening.

Bruno walked inside. The horse was carrying a box full of practice equipment towards the back. When Bruno walked past the rows of lockers, the horse's eyes met the wolf's and, though they initially glared at each other, Jack didn't miss how Bruno's eyes trailed down, nor how his expression shifted for just a split second right before he walked out of his sight.

Jack smirked. A new idea popped up in his head.

It wasn't the first time that Jack had stayed for after-practice, but the wolf still didn't stay too often. Yet, he knew that, as the team captain and supervisor, Bruno himself was tasked with putting everything away and locking all the equipment for the night. When the horse left the locker rooms to go get the next box of stuff, he didn't even look at the wolf, but Jack's plan was already solidifying in his head.

It would work.

With a more satisfied grin, Jack kept his practice jockstrap on, but wrapped his towel around his waist and made his way into the shower. In there, both 'benchies' were already pretty much done, talking amongst themselves. Jack stood back, not entering any of the shower stalls and instead just waiting while at the same time stealing some glances at the eye-candy that were both the doberman and the kangaroo. When they left, they waved at him, and it wasn't long before Jack, with his ears perked up, heard them dressing up and leaving.

He was left alone in there, but not for long.

When Jack heard someone entering again, he grinned. Hearing the sound of a locker being opened, he knew it was time. The wolf left his hiding place to go pounce at his prey.

As Jack stepped out of the showers wrapped in his towel, he saw what he wanted to see. Bruno was there, already shirtless and messing with his things inside his locker. Jack licked his lips before clearing his throat to call the horse's attention.

Bruno seemed slightly startled by his presence. The horse turned to look at him with wide eyes, but when he saw who it was he relaxed. Jack caught, yet again, how Bruno's eyes trailed down to his chest before the horse looked away.

"You're still here?" the horse asked. "Don't fucking tell me there's no hot water again. I swear to fucking god I will file a complaint if I have to take another freezing cold shower after practice."

Jack stepped closer. He didn't answer right away, but instead folded his arms and leaned his shoulder against the lockers just a few steps away from Bruno.

"Dunno. There was a lot of steam when the benchies showered."

"Ah, good," the horse said. Bruno gathered his clean clothes on the large bench at the center of the locker rooms and only then did he stop to look at the wolf again. "Wait, you haven't showered yet?"

Jack shook his head. "Nope."

"Why not? I'm gonna lock the locker rooms after I'm done and I'm not gonna sit here and wait for you to shampoo all that shaggy fur of yours or anything."

Jack's eyebrow twitched.

"Still mouthy one, aren't you?" the wolf asked, opening a smirk. Truth be told, Bruno was always mouthy and they both knew it, but in the past, Jack hadn't been able to do anything about it. Now, however...

The horse finally sensed that something was wrong. He stopped everything to turn towards Jack and the wolf could see him growing a little nervous, anxious, conflicted even. All behind that arrogant frown of his. Bruno looked at the wolf who still leaned against the lockers in nothing but his towel and Jack saw the start of a blush growing in his face.

Gotcha.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bruno asked. The horse shifted in place, growing uneasy, and then Jack saw him looking towards the exit. The wolf knew it wasn't a flight instinct, though. The horse's 'instincts' wanted something else, but he was still appropriately wary.

"You said you have the locker room keys, yeah?"

Bruno nodded his head.

"Give them to me," Jack said, extending his paw. It was extremely pleasing to see Bruno's frown growing deeper. Seeing him bite his lip, conflicted about whether he should obey or not. Normally he wouldn't, he would just tell Jack to 'fuck the hell off' or something, but recent events had changed that. Jack knew what the horse liked now and the horse knew it too, yet Jack could see Bruno's internal struggle between his pride and that other something on his face.

Jack's other paw trailed down to his waist where the towel was wrapped. With a simple tug, the wolf undid it, letting it fall down towards the ground to expose his lower half. His red jockstrap was still stained with sweat. The wolf's sensitive nose picked up the immediate flow of his musk that permeated the air right away and, judging by the way Bruno's nostrils flared for a moment, the horse did as well. Jack saw Bruno's eyes shift down to his crotch, then the redness in his face grow a little more prominent...

The battle was won.

Without saying anything, the horse reached into his bag, dug around in it, and pulled out a set of keys. Jack didn't wait. He stepped towards the horse and just grabbed the keys from his hand before he could even offer them to the wolf. Bruno didn't do anything against it. Jack, however, twirling the keys in his hand, made sure to lift his slowly wagging tail so that the horse would have a good view of the rear his jockstrap didn't cover as he made his way past Bruno and towards the door.

The sound of the large doors locking echoed inside the empty locker rooms. Jack returned to Bruno, who was still standing in the exact same spot and following him with his eyes. The only difference was that his basketball shorts were having a harder time containing the bulge in his crotch now, but the horse didn't even look like he had noticed that either.

"There. Now the doors are locked, your duty is done and no one's gonna know there's people still in here..." the wolf said, licking his lips.

"Jack..." Bruno started with a reprimanding tone of voice, "I know what the fuck you're thinking but you're not going to-"

"Ah!" Jack interrupted the horse, lifting only a single finger and it pleased him that, in this environment, that alone was enough to make the horse stop in his tracks. If only that worked on the court as well. "I'm already doing it. No- we're already doing it. If anything, you're helping."

Bruno grit his teeth. "I'm not!"

The wolf brought the keys back up and let them dangle from one finger to prove his point. Bruno's face grew redder again. Oh, how Jack loved seeing him all flustered...

"J-just give me those back!" The horse looked more conflicted than ever. He stepped forth and in two wide steps he was close enough to the wolf to reach for the keys, but the moment he was about to grab them, Jack placed a hand on the horse's chest to stop him and moved them out of his reach.

"Nah-ah! If you want these..." Still grinning, the wolf took a step back, held the front waistband of his jockstrap open and dropped the keys inside. Their outline was clear alongside that of his sheath and balls through the tight, sweaty jock.

"What the fuck are you d-" the horse started, but the wolf cut him off again.

"If you want 'em back you gotta get 'em."

That stopped Bruno in his tracks. The wolf's tail wagged back and forth to showcase how incredibly pleased he was. Bruno's face turned even redder than before and, as he stared at the wolf's bulge, Jack made a point to use a paw to grab at it and massage it to outline it. It felt a little uncomfortable with the keys in there but he could tell it was working. The horse looked completely divided.

In a futile attempt to be brave, Bruno still gave him a defiant look and stepped forward. The two jocks stood chest to chest, then the horse's hand came down to grab at the wolf's package. He tried to move his hand in right away, but Jack's own paw came to grab his wrist and stop it from being too hasty. As expected, the horse reluctantly obeyed, stopping when his wrist was grabbed...

Jack moved it back down to his bulge. He directed the horse to touch his sheath through the jockstrap. The wolf could see the horse's resistance crumbling as his fingers started moving, feeling him up. The tent in his shorts grew larger...

"You like it, don't you?" Jack asked, still grinning. Bruno gave him an angry glare.

"Fuck you..." the horse replied, but his voice had already lost most of its spunk.

"That's not how it usually goes," Jack commented. His grin grew larger when he saw that he managed to make the horse grow yet a little redder. The wolf felt his own member starting to swell inside his sheath, the tapered tip poking out against his jockstrap. A familiar feeling, but the keys trapped inside were starting to bother him. It was time to move it on.

"New rule," Jack said. "You gotta get the keys... but you can't use your hands." As he said that, the wolf gently pushed the horse's hand from his package. It didn't escape his notice how Bruno's fingers extended themselves to keep touching his sheath just a little while longer, but the horse obeyed reluctantly. Then, the wolf put both paws on the horse's shoulders and gently pushed him down.

Jack didn't even have to force it much. Bruno got the idea, going down to his knees on his own volition. Being a little taller than the wolf, his nose was a little higher than it should, but Jack fixed that but placing one of his foot paws over the central bench to really expose his package to the horse.

God, he loved that look. Bruno seemed mesmerized by what was right in front of him. Jack could see his nostrils flaring up, a telltale sign of his sniffing to catch some of that musk. After hours of practice, even Jack could seldom smell anything other than his own scent, but damn if he didn't love it. Not as much as the horse, apparently...

"Use those teeth of yours." Jack placed a hand over Bruno's head. He didn't do anything, he didn't even have to, but he liked the feeling of control it gave him. Obediently, the horse leaned forward, taking the time to press his nose right between the wolf's sheath and balls to take a big whiff first and only then did he bring his snout further up.

It wasn't as easy as it was in the porn movies. It took quite a few tries for Bruno to be able to grab the waistband of the wolf's jock between his teeth and even when he did, pulling it down was a challenge. Maybe it was the sweat, though? In the end, when Jack felt satisfied over how much Bruno's nose rubbed against his sheath as he tried to get the jockstrap low enough, the wolf himself tugged it down with a single clawed finger until it snapped behind his balls. The set of keys fell down to the floor, but neither of them really cared about that anymore.

If Jack's musk had been prevalent before, now free of its prison it was ten times more obvious, at least for the wolf's own nose. Being that close to it, Bruno could definitely feel it as well. The horse looked like he was drunk by it. Damn. Jack knew of people that enjoyed it and he knew damn well Bruno did as well, but it always impressed him.

The wolf was ready, though. The moment Bruno brought his snout up to give his sheath a lick... damn, Jack wanted it. He wanted it badly, but he had to keep things going in their own rhythm.

Instead, he pushed the horse's head away from his junk just enough so that his tongue lapped at the air instead.

"Not so fast. I wanna hear it first..." Jack grinned, but the horse just blinked and looked up at him confused. "Tell me again, what do you want? What do you love?"

That brought a big frown from Bruno. The blushing was back at full strength!

"Fuck you, Jack! I'm not gonna keep inflating your god-fucking-damned giant ego just bec-"

The wolf brought his other paw down to clamp the horse's snout shut.

"Get mouthy with me again and I swear I will pull my jock back up, jerk off alone in the shower and leave you here as you are." Jack glanced down at the horse's blatant erection tenting his shorts, prompting Bruno to look down at it as well and blush even harder.

The horse frowned. Deeply. Jack gave him a few more seconds to think it over before he let go of Bruno's muzzle. He looked conflicted again and didn't immediately say anything. Just a tiny extra push...

Jack stepped forward just enough to brush the tip of his peaking member against the horse's nose. He took the opportunity to sniff it, of course.

"What do you want?" Jack asked again.

Bruno bit his lip, but his eyes were focused on his sheath. Jack knew he had won for good!

"...wolf knot..." the horse mumbled.

"What's that? I couldn't hear it!"

Bruno glared up at him with a red face. "I want wolf knot, fucking damn it!"

The horse spoke so loud that Jack thought someone outside might hear it, but it was unlikely that there was anyone around that late at night anyway. With his tail going back to wagging, the wolf opened one of his large grins.

"Damn right you do."

With that, Jack shoved the horse's face back against his crotch. As was always the case with Bruno, once the horse had gone past admitting it, he was unhinged. Jack could still see how red the horse's face was and he could only imagine the internal struggling happening in there, but outside? Outside, Bruno sure as hell was indulging in what he really wanted.

"Fuck yeeeeah... that's the stuff..." Jack sighed. He let himself relax even if his hand remained between Bruno's ears while the horse went to town at his sheath and cock. He had a great tongue, that he did, and his enthusiasm in licking the wolf's growing member to coax it out of its sheath was unparalleled. A beautiful sight, really, and Jack basked in it. The way the arrogant horse nuzzled his sheath, sniffed at it, while his half-hard member rested over his snout before he went back to licking and suckling on the wolf's member.

With such enthusiasm, it didn't take long for Jack to be at full mast. Bruno relished on that as well. The kneeling horse wasted no time in taking the wolf's member between his lips and starting to suck on it. In appreciation, Jack scratched between his ears and, while that got a small glare of disapproval from Bruno, his lips and tongue did not even stop working, glare or not.

The way the horse's tongue caressed his cock, the way it swirled around it... Sometimes when Bruno went far, taking most of the wolf's member into his maw, he'd extend his tongue forward and pry into Jack's sheath where his bulging knot was still hidden. That move was enough to make Jack's legs grow weak. Of course he wasn't going to let the horse know that, but damn...

For those reasons, Jack had to make sure to steady the horse's pace. He wanted to savor it all. The wolf's grip on the horse's mane grew tighter, holding Bruno's eager muzzle back from going too deep onto his cock. Sometimes he even pushed the horse back until only the tip remained in just to see Bruno's eager tongue extending itself further to lap more of his manhood. That eagerness was reinvigorating!

Finally, Jack couldn't hold back any longer.

"Alright, enough," the wolf announced, pushing the horse back from his cock for good. With his other paw and a sigh of sheer relief, Jack pulled his sheath back all the way, revealing his inflated knot to the outside world. His dark red, canine cock was glistening with Bruno's saliva. It pulsed in the air beautifully with even a little bead of pre-cum at the tip to show off the world's eagerness.

The look on the horse's face when he revealed his knot was also priceless...

"Get up," Jack ordered. "Lose those shorts and lay down on the bench."

Some semblance of lucidity seemed to return to Bruno's face when he stood up. The horse did grip the waistband of his shorts and only hesitated for a second before pulling them down along with his own jockstrap. His erection bounced off of it and Bruno was left entirely naked. The horse's cock, hard and thick, was a beautiful sight as well. The way Bruno blushed when Jack eyed it hungrily made the wolf chuckle softly.

"Look, Jack, I'm not sure... People might smell it tomorrow if we do it here..."

The wolf caught on to the horse's insecurity and he had a good point, but Jack was far too horny. He wasn't going out of that locker room without sticking his knot into something.

"Aw, come on..." Jack stepped forward. The wolf tugged at his jockstrap, letting it fall down to the floor so that he'd be left entirely naked as well.

He grabbed the horse's cock with his paw, gripping it as he stood chest to chest with Bruno. He could feel the horse's member hardening, throbbing with his grip as he started caressing it. The wolf appreciated the equine shape with his fingers, trailing them over it in a slow stroke as he leaned in to give the horse's neck a lick as well. A slow, long lick with his canine tongue...

Bruno moaned out loud. Jack's paw went down to the tip of his cock and, just as he suspected, he found pre-cum there.

"The locker room always smells like sweaty dudes anyway. Two more dudes sweating over the bench isn't gonna make a difference..."

Before Bruno could even reply, Jack's other paw came to grab his snout. He directed it towards his own and, much to the horse's surprise, downright kissed him.

The horse seemed reluctant at first even if he did open his muzzle to let the wolf's tongue in. Jack took control, wrestling with the horse's tongue and using all of his making out expertise to keep him entertained while, at the same time, his hand continued to stroke Bruno's member down below. Even if the soft moans weren't enough of an indication, the way the horse's cock pulsed in his paw would be more than enough to tell Jack how Bruno really felt about the whole thing.

The wolf stretched their make-out session, happy to just enjoy the horse's tongue while playing with his cock using his paw. Midway through it, Jack pressed his own body against Bruno's side so that the wolf's still rock hard member could grind against the horse's leg. He gave it a few slow, delightfully erotic humps so that Bruno could feel the texture of his member all the way to the grown, bulging knot at the base. Damn did it feel good to grind his cock against the horse's smooth, short-furred skin. It only made Jack all the more eager to fuck, though. Much more eager.

Once Jack felt he had reached the boiling point he pulled away. Bruno's was left panting after their prolonged make-out session, but Jack just smirked up at the horse and took a step back. All it took was a nod of his head towards the bench and a firmer grip on Bruno's cock for him to start moving.

The wolf could go either way, but it pleased him greatly to see that Bruno chose to lay on his stomach over the bench. Though the wolf knew he would appreciate the sight of the throbbing horse cock if he were fucking Bruno on his back, the opportunity to grab the horse's hips and do him in what was pretty much doggy-style made the wolf's dick throb in excitement all the same.

As soon as Bruno had settled down over the low, long central bench, Jack approached him from behind. He gave the horse a slap on his rear that echoed through the locker room and made Bruno flinch.

"Fuck you, Jack, that hurt!" The horse glared back at him. Seeing him getting mouthy again only fueled Jack's desires even more.

"That'll be the mildest thing you're gonna feel, Bruno. I'm giving you what you asked for, and I'm giving it to you hard this time."

Jack took hold of Bruno's tail and made the horse curse and flinch yet again when he yanked it up to force Bruno to raise his ass just a bit more. His leathery balls rested against the bench and, peeking under him, Jack could see Bruno's hard cock pressed against it as well. A beautiful sight.

The most beautiful of them all, however, was the black little donut there right between Bruno's toned cheeks. It was as if it was begging to be stuffed with a girthy wolf cock and Jack had the tool to make it happen. The wolf brought a finger to his muzzle, slurped on it for a moment and then was intentionally rough in the way he just shoved it in there and twisted it back and forth. The way Bruno groaned, the way he clenched around it... Yeah, Jack couldn't wait any longer.

With the horse's own saliva as his only lube, Jack had to be careful when shoving it in. Lining the tip up first, the wolf pressed himself forward, inch by inch, drawing moans from both males until the girthy middle of his cock went in there. Jack paused there, happy to dwell on the feeling of the horse's tailhole clenching around his cock, but then again... it was Bruno. Jack couldn't be too gentle. Looking at the horse's back as he lay over the bench groaning and panting it was hard to remember that was the same horse splattering spit all over his face as he yelled at him for failing in the court just an hour ago, but it was.

Those memories brought a growl from Jack. Without any warning, he shoved his hips forward. Bruno yelped and even Jack had to close his eyes for a moment, but he sunk the rest of his cock into the horse with reckless abandon, one thrust after the other, until only his knot was resting against the horse's pulsing entrance.

"F-fuck, Jack!! Slow down!" Bruno urged. That only made Jack want to go faster.

And he did.

Huffing, the wolf pulled back, drawing another moan from both of them, and then he shoved himself back in. The wolf wasted no time in getting into a fucking rhythm and though Bruno grunted, squirmed and groaned over the bench, there were moans in there as well. Jack didn't have to reach under the horse to know that his cock was just as hard as before, if not even harder, over the rough treatment.

"You fuckin' jackass..." Jack moaned, then he laughed even as he kept his breathing steady to keep the fucking going. "Heh... Jack... ass. Damn right. This is Jack's ass."

Only the wolf laughed at his own pun. The horse was too busy gripping the bench as Jack drilled his backside. Even while being fucked Bruno was mouthy. Curses were flown left and right, sometimes under his breath, sometimes moaned out loud when they came just as Jack pushed those inner buttons of his. From the reactions alone, being proficient at fucking, Jack could tell which angles drove the horse crazy and, even as he enjoyed his own pleasure, the wolf had fun playing with them. Hammering them, again and again, to make the horse tremble with pleasure right there in the middle of their locker room.

Though the fucking was extremely pleasant, Jack wasn't one for patience. The way Bruno's ass hugged his dick coupled with the sight of the horse reduced to a moaning bitch in front of him was too much. The wolf could feel his knot begging to be included in the fun. The urge to tie grew inside the wolf by sheer instinct and, with a growl, he gripped Bruno's hips tighter to hold him steady.

Jack made sure that the next thrusts were angled just right to drive Bruno mad with pleasure. Instead of pistoning the horse in a quick rhythm like he had been doing, the wolf put strength into each of his thrusts, pushing his large knot against the horse's entrance but, at the same time, driving his cock as deep as it could.

The horse's words became less coherent. Bruno knew what was coming and his ass clenched in anticipation of what he knew he would feel. Jack couldn't wait to give it to him. All the strength in Jack's prominent muscles was redirected to wedging his knot into the horse and, soon enough.

Pop!

The sight of the horse's ass swallowing his knot was almost enough to make Jack burst right there and then already. Still, the wolf moaned out loud, holding himself back from howling inside the locker room that was supposed to be empty.

The way the horse's ass gripped at his knot was legendary. The sheer tightness of it drove the wolf crazy. Jack didn't stop, he couldn't stop, so he kept thrusting. Those were shallow, yet they made the horse clench on his knot even harder. Bruno himself was gasping for air, but the horse and the whole world disappeared from Jack's mind for a moment as the peak came.

For the wolf, there was only him and his cock as he reached the point of no return. The high pleasure of sex washed over Jack as his cock pulsed inside Bruno. A thick load of wolf spunk was deposited deep within the horse, jet by jet, as Jack kept thrusting. He used the horse's ass to milk his cock, his knot, riding out on the pleasure of shoving his knot into the arrogant horse. It bulged to full size, locking them together, and yet Jack kept humping all the way until his pleasure ebbed to a fickle aftermath of what his climax had been.

Only then did the wolf let out a heavy sigh and stopped.

When Jack looked down at Bruno he was limp against the bench. The horse's breath was heavy and he looked like he was in heaven. With a smirk, Jack pulled at Bruno's tail, eliciting a groan from the horse as he forced Bruno to lift his ass a little bit just so he could reach under the horse and grab his cock.

Bruno groaned again in discomfort when Jack grabbed it. As he expected it, his paw met a sticky mess. A big sticky mess. Jack gave that cock a playful tug and then let go, bringing his paw back up and wiping it on the fur of the horse's ass cheek.

"Dude! Did you cream yourself more than once? That sure as hell feels like more than once!"

Jack saw Bruno's eyes shifting towards him and the slightest frown of annoyance come over his face, but the horse remained limp over the bench.

"Shut up..." Bruno just groaned.

Jack laughed at that. He gave his knot a little tug just to see Bruno flinch again. It confirmed what the wolf already knew: they were locked together. And they would continue to be for a good half hour at the very least.

Jack let some time pass so that they could both recover from the intense 'workout' before he spoke again.

"Yo, Bruno, you got plans for tonight?"

The horse finally propped himself up on his elbows to look up at him.

"I was gonna do so-"

"How's about..." Jack interrupted him, grinning, "we go to your place, get a good dinner, and then I can show you that wolf knots are as good on the second round as they are in the first?"

Bruno frowned heavily at that. The horse always sobered up a little bit when his dick was too tired to do the thinking for him.

"Let me get this straight," the horse started. "You want me to invite you to my apartment, give you food, all so that you can fuck me again?"

Bruno's outraged tone spoke a lot about his opinion on the matter. Jack wasn't fazed by it, though. If anything, the wolf's tail just wagged as his grin grew large again. That seemed to irritate Bruno even more.

"When you put it like that it sounds like only I have anything to gain from it! You didn't let me tell you the best part. If you say yes..."

Jack gave his knot a tug on purpose just to make Bruno flinch again. Then, the wolf leaned in so that he'd get closer to the horse. At the same time, he extended his paw towards the ground...

"If you say yes, I won't shower at all. I'll jog to your place, even. You'll have the smell of wolf in your room, in your bed, for days..."

Bruno stared at him. Jack could see the heat going up to his face, but along with it, came the outrage.

"You think I WANT my room smelling like a fucking swea-"

Prepared for that as well, Jack used the weapon he had at ready. The discarded jockstrap he had grabbed from the floor came flying towards Bruno's muzzle. Jack pressed the fabric right against the horse's nose and, at first, surprised by the action, Bruno struggled against it. Jack held it still, however, and before long the horse had taken a big whiff of it.

The effects were instantaneous. Jack felt a clench against his cock still lodged within the horse and he just knew Bruno's dick was growing again. The horse still tried to struggle to pull away from the jockstrap, but that struggle weakened considerably. Jack did not pull the sweaty fabric away from Bruno's nose until the horse awkwardly brought his own hands up to push the wolf's paw away.

"Fuck you, Jack!" Bruno yelled, angrily, as he finally got a breath of fresh air.

"Fuck who?" Jack asked, playfully giving his knot another tug. Bruno fumed with anger, his face completely red again, but he looked away. He didn't speak for a few moments, but when he did, Jack's tail was right back to wagging.

"I'm ordering something cheap for food. And you're NOT spending the night! You're leaving after the- a-after... dinner... And wipe that FUCKING grin off your face!"

Jack didn't.

"Sure thing, Bruno, sure thing..."

Pretending he agreed seemed to satisfy the flustered horse. Jack's tail, however, just continued to wag. He had absolutely no doubt that he'd be spending the night with that snug horse ass around his knot again.