End of Time - Session 3
#3 of End of Time
John watched as Daniel sat the rifle in the corner. He noticed that the wolf kept the revolver in its holster as he placed it away from the bed in the opposite corner. On a chest of drawers was candle nearly burnt down to the bottom. It cast enough light for John to get a good look at the wolf for the first time.
He looked to be in his late forties, had a bit of a potbelly, and wore a flannel overshirt with cargo pants. Apart from the bandage around his head, he would have fit in the small town before the end. His fur was gruff and scruffy on the edges of his face but neat and trim everywhere else it shown.
Daniel opened the top drawer and pulled out an opaque plastic bottle with a flip cap and a clean white rag. He sat it on top of the chest of drawers then opened the larger bottom drawer. After he dropped in the bowie knife, he closed it and the click of a lock echoed in the room.
"Pure alcohol," the wolf said as he looked in the fennec's direction. "At least as pure as I can get it. Not like I can actually read a hydrometer anymore. Like I said, you stink. At least clean up the essentials before you get in my bed. Hell, take a swig if you want. It's sugar shine."
John flattened his ears as he watched Daniel kick his boots off and ease down on top of the comforter. He walked over to the chest of drawers, reached up, and grabbed the bottle. Flipping the cap up he gave the orifice a tentative sniff, but there was nothing beyond the aged plastic. Unsure about the prospect of actually applying it to his skin, he plugged the small opening with his fingerpad and upturned the bottle.
As soon as he sat it back down, the small amount of liquid it left on his finger started to evaporate. It left a cool sensation, but nothing else through the rough callous on his pad. Assuming that the wolf could kill him in more ways than he could count, he concluded poison would be too slow and noisy for the large man to tolerate for long. John picked it up and squirt a stream into his open muzzle.
When it hit his tongue, the tingle traversed from the impact of the liquid and out to the entirety of the appendage. John was surprised that it was almost entirely tasteless, save for a slight hint of a coppery metallic flavor reminiscent of blood. He barely had a taste worth of it when he stopped and swallowed. Tingling warmth coated the back of his mouth and down his throat all the way to his empty stomach. It was a whiskey afterburn without the whiskey harshness.
Daniel chuckled as John shivered. "First taste in awhile, huh?"
He turned to face the wolf but his eyes went wide as he saw the wolf's jeans unbuttoned and his fly down. Daniel's arousal was on full display with the sheath around his opening swelling from a quickly growing knot. The fennec looked away as his ears heat and splayed backwards.
"Yeah," John said then swallowed hard. "Been awhile for sure."
"Well, give yourself a quick scrub," Daniel said. "Privates, pits, and ass, at the very least."
John sighed as he snatched the rag off the chest of drawers. He applied the homemade alcohol to the fabric. It soaked into the fibers and spread. The fennec flicked his ears as he watched the damp spot grow.
"You going to scrub while fully clothed?" Daniel asked.
John looked back at the wolf and saw his paw working the length of his erection in slow and inconsistent strokes. "Did you want a striptease?"
"Wouldn't mind it," he said and grinned.
John sighed and shook his head. "You seem to see a lot for a blind man." His expression shifted when he looked up and saw a scowl on Daniel's face. The look told him that he didn't have an option. John sat the rag on the dresser and turned his back to the wolf. "Hope you enjoy the show," he said with a flat tone.
He started at the top button on his BDU blouse. Working down until it fell open, he shrugged a shoulder back and let the tattered collar fall free. His right arm came out of the sleeve as it dropped away. It had always been too large for him, but recent months had seen his frame growing more slim.
John moved his now free arm up to his neck on his left side and slid his paw over his shoulder and under his collar. With deliberate slowness, he pushed the fabric down until both shoulder blades were exposed. There were no clothes under the camouflaged outer layer of his blouse, trousers, and boots. He closed his eyes on a deep inhale and then murmured on a slow exhale.
His ears splayed back as they heat with the embarrassment of the show. That thought amused him. Unless Daniel was lying, he couldn't even see it. Despite that, he pulled his arm out of the left sleeve and the blouse fell to the floor. He moved his paws down his sides over his fur. The feel of it frayed and grimy made him realize how long it had been since he was last bathed and groomed.
At his waistline, his fingers made a quick detour to slide under his belt and unfasten the button above his tail. Sliding around the the front, he pulled his belt buckle loose and unbuttoned the top button of the fly. Without his tailflap and belt, the pants dropped to his thighs and snagged on the curves of them.
John bent over while his paws slid down his legs, pushing them to his ankles while his tail raised and he showed off his backside to the blind wolf. "Might be a nice show, but I'm glad you can't see how bad my fur is matted and dirty."
"Don't have to see," Daniel said. "I can hear those claws catch tangles and matted fur. I can smell the months of wasteland filth."
"Still not sure why you wanted me to do this." John stood back erect as he placed his right toe against the left heel of his boot and lifted his foot out.
"Gives me something to think about," Daniel said. "Get in the mood."
John looked over his shoulder at the wolf still stroking a full erection. "Like anyone needs encouragement to be in the mood anymore."
"Get scrubbing," he said. "The mood does indeed fancy, and I haven't cum in a muzzle in ages.
John huffed as he swiped the rag up from the dresser. He started with he thought would be the least painful. He swabbed it under his left armpit and started to scrub. The alcohol pushed though the fur and stung his skin. He winced and drew in a sharp breath.
"It'll get easier," Daniel said then whistled. "You smell better already."
John scrubbed until he couldn't tolerate it any more. He pulled the washcloth away and felt immediate relief as the alcohol started to evaporate off him. He opened his eyes and looked at the rag. It's course fibers were stained dirt brown and oil black in a patch. He was amazed that all came off him.
"Do it again in the same place. Then do it twice for all the others. It will be easier the second time, and we'll both be better off." Daniel bucked his hips at his paw. "And do try and hurry it along a bit. I'm getting as close as I can without going over so you ain't stuck here for more than a minute or two with my dick in your mouth."
John blinked at the statement. "That's," he paused as he considered what to say, "remarkably considerate. I appreciate it but I..." His eyes found the floor and his feet standing in the crumpled pile of his trouser pants. His cheeks and ears warmed as he considered what to say. He thought it might be the nearly pure moonshine affecting him. "You don't have to. I don't mind it."
Daniel chuckled. "Maybe not, but I don't like to take advantage."
John smiled. He still has his back to the wolf. "I hope I like it less than I used to."
"I won't pry, because there's a story in that. But it's one you don't want to tell yet. I will remind you that you need to get back to work."
John nodded as he started on his right armpit, wincing at the burning.