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"Having fun, big boy?" Grant asked, looking up at the wolf who was sitting on the bed.

"I sure am," the tall and muscular wolf in question was already panting softly from his uncut cock being fully erect and stroked at a steady rhythm.

He and the Taomon had been at this all day and the day before that and so on. For as long as Meygan, his girlfriend, would be away Dylan agreed to satiate her father's seemingly insatiable lust, but only for as long as the weekend lasted. And it was nearly over. He only agreed to keep Grant from driving him crazy and to get this whole thing out of his system so he could focus solely on Meygan again when she came back.

Grant was taking what he could get. His hard and rude side was put away in lieu of an entirely slutty and needy side of him. The digimon had been all over the wolf all weekend, worshiping his body all over and taking his big cock deep into his throat and tailhole. Dylan had the makings of a perfect stud but there were some glaring hurdles that needed to be cleared to make that happen. For one Dylan was rather nice and polite but that changed when he got really riled up. And the wolf was also fiercely loyal to his daughter. While that usually would have been a fantastic trait to have, it was making things all the harder for Grant. Seducing the gentle giant lupine away from his daughter wasn't working out the way he planned. No matter how many times he made that wolf cum he would be right back to worrying about Meygan...

But things have been going well so far. As far as he was concerned, Dylan wasn't thinking about Meygan at all. He hadn't mentioned her at least and the wolf's attention was fully on him. Hoping that things would finally be going the way he wanted, Grant opened his mouth and dragged his tongue over the tip, savoring the taste of seed that came from the many previous loads. Dylan shuddered from the oral touch and Grant felt emboldened to keep it up, dragging his tongue all over the thick cocktip.

Dylan's reactions were bringing Grant a heightened sense of arousal and pride in his own abilities. He continued kneeling in front of the bed and sitting wolf, moving his tongue along the tip to spread his hot spit all over, listening to the canine's moans and grunts. He quickly found it hard to contain himself and opened his mouth, leaning forwards to get the tip inside of his mouth. Its thickness and flavor made the taomon moan against the flesh, the sound coming out slightly muffled.

Putting his doubts and guilt aside for the time being, Dylan allowed himself to enjoy the blowjob, melting as he felt his length being taken. The digimon's mouth slid so smoothly over his cock and even before the whole thing was taken Grant began to suck and lick all over, getting him to moan out. Grant was still moaning as well, enjoying the taste of sweat that still persisted after so many rounds. He felt it pulsing against his tongue and leaking too. By now half of Dylan's total length was slipped past his wrapped lips. He took his time, savoring every moment that he was allowed to pleasure the wolf, relishing the moans and pants that reached his ears. The taste precum was a reward in itself; it spurt with force into his mouth, a reminder of the wolf's virility and power. He noticed that its flavor had gotten much stronger since their first time, a lot more bitter and earthy.

Swallowing it all down was making his stomach warm and he wanted more of it right away. Even while holding his head still the taomon was still sucking and licking, giving constant stimulation through some means. When he picked back up, Grant lunged forward and took the rest in one fell swoop, having his lips pressed to the base of Dylan's cock and his crotch. He again paused to take in the musky smell that had also gotten stronger. It wasn't because the muscular anthro was skipping out on showers either. His own natural aroma was becoming more intense, much to the digimon's delight.

In reaction to this, Dylan was clutching the sheets. Then came the bobbing of Grant's head. The yellow fox digimon moved back and forth in a slightly rough manner, rocking back as soon as the whole thing was taken. All the while he was literally gagging himself on the length and girth, loving all of it. He expertly breathed through his nose, not missing a beat as he moved, stimulating the pulsating and squirting meat with the soft and slick walls of his welcoming throat. More thick splurts of hot precum aided him and he used that to speed up even further, moving his head with greater passion, using his mouth and throat like a sleeve that was being slipped along the length at a brisk pace.

By keeping this up Dylan's cock began to pulse even harder. Based on the signs it seemed that the muscular wolf was getting close. With an "end goal" in sight, Dylan kept up the intensity of his actions, looking up at Dylan with a sultry expression when their eyes met, wordlessly encouraging the canine to blow his load. With his pants getting deeper and his tail thumping against the bed, moving side to side, Dylan felt himself being pushed past the point of no return. He managed to hold out just a bit longer against the onslaught of licks, sucks, and clenches from the esophagus.

What Dylan intended to be a moan came out as a growl instead. It surprised him but there was no time to dwell on that. Not when he was being pushed further along by the digimon's mouth. He jerked his hips, pushing his cock in even deeper, rocking them in time with the movements of Grant's muzzle. His fat balls began swinging as well, knocking into the digimon's chin. Feeling the treatment getting all the rougher with the passage of time caused Grant to whimper in a needy way. That seemed to be too much for the wolf and he howled out in time with his cock swelling. A flood of seed shot from his tip with greater force than his pre, directly striking the older male's throat.

Grant responded right away, gulping and swallowing the plentiful loads that filled his throat, overflowing to the point that his mouth was filled as well. Another spurt quickly filled his muzzle all over again, coming one after another, ensuring that Grant had a lot to drink. The digimon continued to swallow it all but could barely keep up with the output. With a groan and shiver, Dylan released the last of his cum and his cock was pulled free from Grant's mouth. The digimon smiled, showing off the messy state of his mouth.

"Still got more to give?" the digimon asked, noticing that the wolf was still fully erect.

Dylan nodded and they got into new positions, nearly switching places entirely. Grant leaned over the bed, presenting his voluptuous ass while Grant was the one standing, his cock aligned with the hole in between the thick cheeks. He then pulled the other male in, getting the soft and pink hole to touch his cocktip. A simple push on Dylan's end was all it took for them to both moan out. The wolf's large cock was pushed down to the middle point in one go. Grant exclaimed as he felt his ass being stretched around the girth, his rim clenching against the rock hard meat that kept it pried open.

Another low grunt came from Dylan, already being taken with the feeling of penetrating the smaller male. He had done it more times than he could count and yet it never failed to feel so good. Grant's talented hole was gripping the thick, pulsing cock. He had taken pounding after pounding and yet his tailhole was still delightfully snug. Heavy breaths were coming from the large canine as he felt his length slowly sliding forward. Wanting it all right away. Dylan couldn't fight the urge to ram the rest of his shaft in. Grant was filled just like that, feeling wonderfully stuffed. On top of that his prostate was also pressed on, forcing a pitched moan out of him.

"Take it!" Dylan said, letting himself act on his desires. His thrusts were strong and reached deep inside of the other male every time. In time with the smacks of their bodies connecting there was also a loud and wet sound. Precum had begun flowing from the tip again, being the cause of the noise and aiding in the style of thrusting. Grant's prostate was given plenty of attention, causing him to clench down on the moving cock in return.

"Yes! Fuck me, you beast!" Grant demanded, yet again managing to mix insults into his exclamations of elation. The passage's constrictions got Dylan to thrust even harder, working to power through them. "Don't you dare let up. Keep it just like this!" Doing what he was told, the bulky lupine kept rocking his hips, resulting in long and strong strokes. More of those deep, wet squelches were produced and the sound of Dylan's balls smacking into Grant came more pronounced along with their respective voices.

Hearing all of this from Grant was making Dylan feel powerful. His muscles were flexing as he moved about and he could feel the dampness in his pelt. The dampness was from sweat that added to the musky scent that filled the room. With each breath both males had their noses filled with it as well.

Grant was especially taking in the aroma as much as he could. The almost rank smell of stale sweat and cum from their previous rounds only made the pleasure he was currently feeling even better. He couldn't stop himself from shaking and moaning with an almost girly tone of voice. How could he keep himself composed when there was a fat musky cock plowing his ass in two? He could feel more hot precum making his insides slicker, allowing Dylan easier passage.

Using that fluid to his own advantage, Dylan picked up the pace, suddenly dropping his body weight down on the taomon's. In addition to hearing the grunts directly in his ears he was also feeling the sweat being rubbed into his own soft and well groomed fur. Dylan's humping got even faster too, rocking the digimon back and forth along with the bed.

They cried out together, Grant shooting his load onto the bed before Dylan unloaded another huge amount of cum inside of the older male. Spurt after spurt of thick, pearly seed was being fired from the swelled tip. Still pinned beneath the cumming wolf, Grant felt how hot it was, spreading heat the rest of his body. Grant basked in it all but his bliss was cut short when Dylan pulled himself up abruptly, a gush of his seed spilling from the now stretched and winking hole.

"W-what are you doing?" Grant asked as he looked back at the wolf. The canine was backing away, finding his pants and putting them on. When he got them on completely Dylan looked at the digimon with a huff.

"We're done now," Dylan said firmly. The time they agreed upon was all gone now. That meant he would no longer be entertaining the father-of-his-girlfriend's wants. They had spent the entire weekend fucking in various ways. That should be enough to satiate the digimon's lust. This time the wolf was determined to remain firm on this. There would be no more between them. Of course Grant began to protest, pointing out that Meygan would still be gone for several hours. But his words fell on deaf ears as Dylan left Grant in his room.

Grant was of course furious about this but he wasn't so quick to give up on the wolf stud that was sharing a house with him. It was a bit underhanded but Grant had something planned just in case Dylan would refuse him.

***

Knowing that Grant would be trying to seduce him, Dylan attempted to nip that problem in the bud, spending most of his time at the local gym. The small town's facility wasn't like the one he used back home but it had everything he needed to continue his usual routine. He got himself lost in the activities, running on the treadmill, lifting dumbbells, bench-pressing weights. The wolf was doing all that he could for as long as he could manage, all to keep himself away from the taomon for as long as possible.

This plan of his actually worked for a bit. For two days straight, Dylan could spend all the time that he could at the gym, being solely focused on building up his body. It felt good to be back at the gym, just working on himself again. Occasionally his workout would be interrupted by a call. More often than not it was Grant but when it was Meygan the wolf was quick to pick up and talk to her.

"It's so good to hear your voice," Dylan said, his own voice thick with relief.

"Aww, you missed me that much?" the renamon asked from the other end of the phone line.

"I sure did!" Dylan admitted. "Are you coming back?" It had been a small while since he saw her in person, much too long for his own liking.

"Well actually..." Meygan said. "I've run into another old group of friends. They told me all about the trip they're going on. And then they invited me to join them and I've already agreed. I hope that's alright. You don't mind keeping my dad company for a little longer, right?"

"N-no," Dylan said. "Have fun." The wolf couldn't bring himself to tell his girlfriend the truth. She was having so much fun being back home, catching up with all of her old friends. He could have confessed but that would run the risk of Grant telling Meygan the truth. For the time being, Dylan felt that the best thing was for Meygan to enjoy herself. That would keep her oblivious to the situation involving her own boyfriend and father. Hopefully it would all be resolved by the time of her return.

Calls and messages from Grant were promptly ignored. After talking to his girlfriend, Dylan was all the more determined to not hurt her any further. He couldn't take by the time he slept with Grant but he could work to not be swayed by the taomon any longer. Though Grant and Meygan were very close, the older digimon was running a risk as well. Meygan wouldn't be happy to hear that his father had been seducing his boyfriend. He wasn't sure what the outcome would be but that wouldn't stop him from becoming a better partner for her.

Dylan's persisting resistance called for Grant to take things up a notch. He waited until Dylan was at the gym again. The canine was doing his usual thing, getting lost in the exercise, using it as a means to get out his frustrations. It was getting easier for him to get into it and he was enjoying the rush that came from pushing himself rather than just maintaining the muscle he already had. In addition to those usual acts, Dylan would take it upon himself to do more, wanting to gain more power, speed, and stamina.

Offsetting that was more messages being sent by Grant, coming at a more frequent rate than last time. The constant amount of buzzes and notification alerts from his phone led to him finally caving. He stopped what he was doing and checked his phone, expecting to see a string of text messages but instead they were images. Instead of being at home, these pictures were of Grant at a clothing shop. He was inside of a stall, showing off outfits that he was trying on. As Dylan dared to scroll he realized that the outfits were becoming skimpier and skimpier, showing less and less, highlighting Grant's best assets.

Viewing these images was making Dylan excited but he was quick to resist these feelings. He put his phone away and resumed his workout, all the more determined to not fall for the digimon's tricks. He knew what Grant was doing and he wouldn't be falling for it this time. The buzzes from his phone were still coming but he continued to ignore them. Instead Dylan put his focus back into his workout.

Seeing that there was no reply and later on no appearance of the wolf Grant had to admit that his plan had failed. He had picked out new clothes and had been waiting for Dylan to return, being sure that he would show up. But he was left all on his own. The digimon was annoyed by this, but he wasn't ready to give up. This was just the beginning. With a clear goal in mind, Grant was ready to take the steps needed to get what he wanted, having a backup plan and a backup plan for that...

"Dumb wolf..." Grant muttered to himself as he observed his phone. Dylan had clearly seen the images. It brought the digimon a small sense of satisfaction. Try as he might, the wolf wasn't completely done with him. Even if it was a small one, he still had a hold on the lupine. All he had to do was keep "tugging." If he could get the younger male's attention again and again, all while escalating things on his end, it wouldn't be long before Dylan would cave and would be back in his bedroom again. "On to Plan B then..."

This wasn't just about getting Dylan to fuck him again. His desires were much deeper than that. What Grant desired was a stud that would put him in his place. Dylan was all but perfect. He had the most appealing body, scent, and knew how to fuck. But the only thing holding the canine back was his niceness. He was much too kind and caring for his own good. So Grant aimed to stamp that out of him and doing so would hopefully turn Dylan into the perfect alpha stud, one that would use him as nothing more than a toy. He noticed that Dylan acted best when he was angry so Grant figured that he would need to get Dylan's blood absolutely boiling.

Along with that, Grant had also begun to spike Dylan's protein shakes. Mixed in with the powder was another powder that the taomon had acquired; one that promised fast "enhancements." When Dylan returned from the gym he could see that the spiking was working. Even if the wolf hadn't yet noticed it himself, he was gaining more muscle. Grant could hardly contain himself as he also noted that Dylan's bulge seemed to be bigger and his scent was even stronger than usual. The more that Dylan would take, the greater its effects. Taking enough wouldn't just affect him from the outside but from within as well. Before the wolf would even realize he would become less of a gentle giant and more of a barbaric, dominant alpha with a need to breed someone into submission.

All he needed to do was to keep prodding. His persistence would eventually be rewarded...

Back at the gym the very next day, Dylan was putting all of his focus into exercise, enjoying the burn that came from taking on more and more. More weight was being lifted and he went further on the treadmill as well, feeling rather proud of himself from being able to do more. He passed by a mirror but stepped back to observe himself, noticing that he was looking bulkier than before. Keeping his eyes on his reflection, the canine began to admire himself. Doing so was making his confidence rise a bit but he was pulled away from that when his phone buzzed several times in succession.

He checked to see what the messages were and wasn't entirely surprised to see that it was Grant again. This time the wolf decided that he would respond, at least to get the digimon to stop for a while. Clicking on the notification brought him to his text messages. As the multiple images loaded up Dylan was suddenly bombarded by the sight of Grant in some kind of bathroom stall. The pictures were being taken from above, showing that the taomon was being fucked. In each of the pictures was a different guy with their cock shoved into the clearly pleased fox creature. As he observed each of the pictures Dylan found himself becoming more and more furious. Grant was out there, lifting his tail for just any guy that looked at him. Was he that desperate for some cock? What really infuriated the canine was how Grant seemed to be enjoying himself. There was no way those strangers were better than him. For some reason that he couldn't explain, Dylan felt the need to do something.

He came back much earlier than usual and found that Grant had yet to return. That was good for him. Wasting no time, the wolf marched into the older male's room and he proceeded to grab the blanket. Dylan's body was still soaked with reeking sweat. Instead of a towel he used the blanket to mop it all up, grunting with satisfaction as he took his shirt off, pressing the silky blanket to his chest. He rubbed in circular motions, making sure the wetness would be getting into the fabric. Taking things further from there, Dylan then used the blanket to wipe up his underarms. It felt good to slowly wipe it along his armpits too.

The sweat was so plentiful and thick that it was almost like a slime, visibly clinging to the surface. Dylan took his time to wipe up his pits, going from one to the other. He dropped the blanket back on the bed and picked up the pillow with one hand, using the other to pull down his shorts. As his cock was revealed, Dylan smirked as he pressed it to his damp cock. Rubbing the pillow against his shaft felt even better and he hummed, feeling himself becoming erect. The pillow was pushed down further as he spread his legs, making sure that his balls were rubbed all over as well. Flipping the pillow over before he proceeded, Dylan then began to wipe it up and down along his ass, making sure that the smell of his ass musk would cling to it.

Dylan was surprised by how much he was enjoying this, marking the taomon's bed with his musk. Tossing the pillow back into the bed, he sought out other things to mark. Making his rounds within the room, Dylan snatched up anything he could, rubbing it against his chest, underarms, cock, or his balls. The more he did this, marking more and more things, the intense stink of wolf sweat was all over. Breathing in his own aroma was making him all the more excited and that led to Dylan figuring that his sweat alone wasn't enough.

Seeing that his cock was already out led to Dylan getting an idea. He took hold of his tool, again noticing that it seemed to be somewhat bigger than it usually was. There wasn't much time spent dwelling on that. With a sneer on his face and wag of his tail, Dylan began to urinate within Grant's room, first aiming for the bed. What hadn't been soaked in his sweat already was then soaked with his stream.

Pleasure, relief, and a strange but deep sense of satisfaction were all coursing through Dylan as he turned around, rocking side to side, making sure that his urine was covering everywhere that it could. The sight of it getting all over the room and the smell of him getting stronger was making him all the more excited.

As his scent really set in, combining with the haze of sweat that was already there, Dylan grew all the more emboldened. All he could smell was himself. Grant's room was part of his turf now. For as long as his stream lasted, Dylan aimed all over to mark the room completely, sighing deeply when it was done. Even taking a small whiff filled his nose with the smell of wolf.

Still holding his cock, Dylan was again surprised by it. Growing hard against his touch, precum was starting to leak out, the fluid coming from his plump nuts that also looked bigger than they usually did. He didn't dwell on why this was, the smell of his musk and the rising of his lust making it hard to really focus on anything else but marking the room further.

As soon as he reached full mast, Dylan took proper hold of his uncut cock. He was back at the bed, facing it as he rapidly stroked himself, being fueled by the nose-burning yet all too intoxicating aroma that hung so thick around him. Time slipped away for him but he was brought back when he came. Dylan grunted through clenched teeth as he came, his seed firing out with force and in the form of large, sticky globs. Through the great pleasure he managed to still move and aim his shaft, coating the bed yet again.

When he was finished, Dylan observed his work. He had managed to coat the entire bed with his thick, musky load. Not only had he cum so much but the consistency looked as if he hadn't cum in a month. There was so much of it that his spunk acted as another blanket, being a slimy layer that coated the entire mattress. Stepping back and taking a moment to catch his breath, feeling a sense of pride at the huge amount of cum he just released. Taking his attention away from the bed was the feeling of his own balls; still being heavy and full of spunk.

His cock quickly got hard again. While taking hold of his length, Dylan turned around to face the larger part of the bedroom, now intending to mark it all with a layer of cum that would overlay his urine. This time he didn't hold back, starting out with strong and rapid jerks. To get himself further along, Dylan used the smells around him and the fantasy of Grant's reaction. Rather than seeing the taomon as disgusted by what he would find, Dylan instead began to imagine Grant embracing all of it fully, even rolling around in the mess of his bed, getting himself completely coated in it all.

With that idea in mind it didn't take long for Dylan to reach another orgasm. Though it wasn't long at all since his last one, the wolf's climax was just as potent. Coming out with just as much force, being possibly even bigger and thicker than the first one, his cum came flying out, gushing out onto whatever Dylan was facing at the time.

Feeling the pleasure washing over him, Dylan did his best to keep himself steady as another blast of cum came from his tip. The way his body was shaking made it hard for him to aim straight. Groaning out, he blasted the floor, walls, and moving about led to his fat ropes streaking various things. Some of it even got onto the ceiling and coated the windows as well. By moving about he got most of the room completely marked with his cum.

Taking deep breaths that filled his lungs with intense musk, Dylan continued spraying his seed onto the floor, marking it as well. He looked down and watched as the spunk was flowing free from his swelled cock. It all felt so good and marking someone else's stuff like this gave him such a rush.

That marked the end of his second climax but Dylan still felt that it wasn't enough. Not acting like his usual self, the wolf had a singular goal in mind. Gripping his cock and giving it more tugs he willed himself to keep going, panting heavily as he acted on some instinct that was completely new to him. Being guided by this and his flaring-hot lust, Dylan just went along with it, feeling the pleasure rising yet again.

Though the room was already marked in it, Dylan was still sweating from the effort he was putting into this. He looked down at his own chest, seeing how damp and ruffled his pelt was. With his free hand he reached up and began to stroke that fur, feeling for himself just how sweaty it was. With deeper, most dominant sounding growls and other exclamations, Dylan let his cock loose more seed like a water hose. Volleys of his wolf essence were blasting against the wall and then the dresser. He aimed higher to get a part of the wall that he missed earlier, watching as his load arched high in the air, getting there thanks to the force of his ejaculations.

This continued for what had to be a solid hour and by the time he was finally done, Dylan was panting hard, his body shaking as he was drenched in sweat. He was all but standing in his own musky jizz, the smell being so strong and offending yet so mouth-watering. A sense of pride swelled within him as he looked around, observing every corner of the room. There was no part that was spared, every wall and item coated in a heavy glaze of canine spunk.

Feeling truly satisfied, Dylan simply got himself dressed again and strolled out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He was feeling tired and decided to take a shower and then go to sleep, leaving Grant to discover the state of his room...

***

Grant was very surprised when he returned but didn't make a big deal out of this. Instead he doubled down, sending more pics when Dylan went back to the gym. It took him the entire day to clean up everything the wolf left behind and then Dylan did it all over again in retaliation for the pics, as if to both punish the digimon for sleeping with others while also marking his territory. Grant put up with the bigger male's "surprises" only because he hoped that Dylan would finally barge in and pin him down.

But that had yet to happen. The stubborn brute was still holding himself back. So of course Grant decided to take things up a further notch.

"...Don't keep me waiting!" Grant said as he was leaning over his bed that still stunk of wolf. He was swaying his freshly fingered and lubed ass, presenting it for the friend he had invited over. The digimon got into contact with an old fling from college and they were all too happy to take care of his needs like old times. Grant was admittedly feeling pretty needy, being left high and dry by Dylan for several days now.

Taking in the sight of his rump was a wolf dog. He had a musclegut build but didn't match Dylan, especially not while the other canine was still working out, fueled by his spiked protein powder. The wild dog, named Spyke, got his cock slicked up and aimed it before he pushed in.

They both moaned out, one feeling the warm tightness surrounding his cock while Grant was able to feel himself being filled again. Though Spyke had a good size on him it wasn't as thick or as long as Dylan's either, leaving something to be desired from his perspective. The wild dog grunted and pushed with added force, slamming the entirety of his shaft in, making a sound when their bodies connected. Spyke was quick to pull back and the thrust forward again.

"Fuck, you're tight," Spyke said. "No wonder you called me over." Desiring to feel more of the hole's snugness, the strong wild dog made sure that his cock was sliding in deep, making sure that Grant would feel it. It did feel good for the digimon, touching his prostate and making him gasp. In response to this he tightened up and Spyke grunted, a spurt of precum came from his cocktip and it was being smeared onto the soft walls by the following thrusts.

"Mmm...you're so big..." Grant said, making himself moan with greater emphasis. He wasn't just doing this to fulfill his need for cock. There was another reason for all of this. But he didn't want to be rude to his old friend. So for the sake of Spyke's feeling, Grant exaggerated a bit.

His somewhat false moans seemed to have turned Spyke on greatly. He gripped the digimon's hips tighter and put greater effort into his thrusts, feeling his length smoothly moving back and forth. More precum leaked out, making the walls all the warmer and wetter. There was an added roughness that was gradually applied. In time with them becoming stronger the sounds of their bodies connecting was getting louder as well.

Grant's moans became more genuine as he was being rocked along with the bed. As the wild dog was panting and grunting behind him, Grant felt his excitement rising. He was getting hard and could smell the smaller canine's musk. While not as intense as Dylan's it was still something to be admired. Though there was still a plan in place, Grant allowed himself to really enjoy this.

Only a little at first but more and more, Grant was getting lost in the increasing pleasure. It had been just long enough since his last pounding, making the digimon really feel needy. Spyke's rough style of fucking was just good enough for him. As soon as that thought came to his mind, the bulky canine snarled and went even harder, rocking his hips faster. Even if he wasn't as big as Dylan, the wild dog certainly knew how to use what he had.

The pistoning flesh was throbbing hard inside of him and in time with them came more spurts of precum. The more that came, the messier his hole became. Every push and pull was accompanied by some kind of wet sound that sent shivers down Grant's spine. His own erection was dripping precum onto the surface of the bed. Though he was aware that it was Spyke doing this, having his face pressed into the surface that stunk of Dylan, Grant found it easy for him to picture the wolf pounding him currently. That made his cock throb all the harder and he gasped, clutching the sheets roughly.

"Too much for you to handle?" Spyke asked, sounding quite proud of himself.

"Just adjusting..." Grant said, knowing it would keep the wild dog unaware. "I think I'm getting close..."

"Same here," Spyke admitted. Grant's ass felt so good. Better than he remembered. And the thought of blowing his load into that same hole like he used to... He wasn't sure why Grant called him up out of the blue but he was so glad that he agreed to this.

Another rough push did Grant in. He moaned out deeply as he released his cum, marking his own bed in the form of gooey ropes. For a bit he was completely submitted to the rapture of having a hands-free climax. Being right behind him was Spyke, his deep growl and forceful thrust somewhat knocking him out of his trance. All of the wild dog's inches were shoved in just before he began pumping his seed, coating the digimon's walls in his loads. He was groaning deeply as his cock throbbed extra hard against the soft borders that squeezed rhythmically. They seemed to be trying to milk out all of his jizz.

The digimon was again snapped out of his pleasure by the sound of the front door being opened and then the sound of approaching footsteps. He then smirked, being glad that Dylan showed up now of all times. He continued listening closely and when Dylan was nearby Grant resumed panting and made sure to look as if he had just been wrecked.

The door to his bedroom was completely open and Dylan looked inside to see Spyke still balls-deep in the taomon. The bigger canine continued to stand outside of the room, his eyes going wide as he took in the scene..

"Heh. You must be Dylan," Spyke said as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "As you can see my ol' pal Grant's busy right now. You don't mind..."

"Uh, no. Not at all," Dylan said. Grant was listening closely and could hear the subtle shakiness in the wolf's voice. It made him smirk and he had to stifle a chuckle.

In the guest room that had practically become his own, Dylan was processing what he just saw and immediately felt a sense of jealousy. It was one thing to send pics but to do something like that. Right in front of him. He knew that Grant was doing this all to make him react...and it was working...

***

Not long after Spyke's departure Dylan marched right into Grant's room and confronted him about what happened. He didn't hesitate to reveal how he felt about the taomon being fucked by other guys, the wild dog being the latest and greatest blow to him.

"And what was I supposed to do?" Grant asked with a huff. He really got a good look at Dylan, seeing that he had become bigger and bulkier as well, being taller and his muscles were larger and more defined. The way the wolf loomed over him with that expression made Grant feel a bit nervous but he didn't show that. "Wait around for you to grow a pair? If you can't give me what I need then I'll just find it somewhere else. I may just find someone better than you...in every way."

Hearing that made something snap inside of Dylan. Before he realized, the wolf had already lunged forward, forcing Grant down onto the bed. He was quick to pull his pants down and pushed his erection inside, using the already lubed state of Grant's hole to get his cock in.

Grant moaned and whimpered, not just from the force of the penetration but also from his hole being stretched further than it usually would be. It was being roughly pushed in, steamrolling over his prostate. He knew that the special powder would encourage growth but Dylan had expanded more and at a faster rate than expected. His ass was being stretched further than it ever had around the significant amount of extra thickness. The length made itself known as well, making Grant's stomach bulge when Dylan's crotch was pressed to the taomon's rump.

Grant knew that it wasn't right. Beyond seducing the boyfriend of his own daughter, he had made Dylan this way via a combination of spiking and various taunts. It all led up to him being pinned down by the wolf. Dylan's voice was low as he huffed, sounding more like an animal than an anthro, the sounds were sending shivers down Grant's spine.

This is what he wanted. He was at the wolf's mercy, made to make room for Dylan's cock. The bigger male's strong hands gripped him tighter before another push led to all of the inches being inserted. Dylan growled from this, having all of his length buried inside of the hot hole that felt much tighter than usual even though it had just been used. Not spending much time thinking about that, Dylan made the first pull back and hard thrust forward, feeling satisfaction as Grant moaned out .

Dylan was just getting started. The rocking of his hips led to his heavy balls moving as well. They were even bigger and heavier now, leading to a greater amount of precum spilling out; rushing from his tip with force as if he was already cumming. There was so much of it that Grant could feel his stomach starting to bloat a bit. As he thrust there was some of Dylan's precum leaking out, trickling out and down to mark Grant's fur, mostly along his balls, thighs, and the underside of his lower stomach.

After a few simple yet forceful pushes, Dylan began thrusting in faster without warning. The sounds of their bodies making contact was much louder. Whether pushing in or pulling it back, the movements of the canine's cock came with a loud and deep wet sound. They became more frequent as the pace picked up, becoming messier in tone as more precum was coming out. Grant yelped as more weight was put down on him, Dylan had dropped his body over the smaller male's. As he continued humping, the sweat from his chest was again being rubbed into the fur on Grant's back, being a stronger scent this time. More dense and explicitly earthy, adding an extra "something" that caused Grant's moans to gain an added pitch.

The weight put down kept Grant in place, squirming against the humping lupine. Desiring full control over the smaller male, Dylan acted on instinct again, this time making use of his muzzle to clamp down on and hold Grant's scruff. Grant yelped from the grip, feeling the sharp teeth pricking his skin, just short of sinking in. His body was shaking now, pleasure and exhilaration was racing though him. This was it, exactly what he wanted. Dylan's cock was plunging in deep, touching all of his tender spots with so much force.

Dylan was simply doing what felt right. He didn't think too deeply about it, just rocking his hips to get more pleasure, reaching his cock as deeply as it could reach currently. Doing this kept Grant moaning out loud and with such passion. While the digimon was being driven crazy, Dylan wasn't putting that much effort into his own actions. Speeding up just a bit on his end made Grant jump and his ass tightened up around the moving shaft.

Grant couldn't stop himself from clenching like this, the constant pounding of his ass and pressing of his prostate was too much for him to handle any longer. Just a few more strong thrusts was all it took for him to cum. He hadn't touched himself once and yet the orgasm that overtook him was intense, making him shake even harder while still stuck between the wolf and the bed. His cum shot out, getting all over his own stomach and the surface of the bed as well. He was hardly given any time to bask in this feeling, still being rutted with aggressive force. Dylan's cock was throbbing all the harder against the stretched walls.

Dylan was thrusting in even faster now, his panting becoming harder through his clenched teeth. Grant continued to shudder as he felt the hot breath directly on his neck. Between those puffs and the saliva leaking from the wolf's mouth, the taomon's neck fur was becoming wetter and wetter. Along with that, his body was being rocked harder and more weight was put down on him, keeping him stuck underneath the bigger male.

The canine was still driven by the raw desire for more pleasure and to cum inside of his prey. Slamming his cock in hard and deep got him all the closer to that outcome, coinciding with the deepening of his growls and grunts. The closer he got to his climax, the stronger and faster his thrusts got.

Happening at the same time was another hard thrust, Dylan snarled deeply against the scruff still locked in his jaws. Grant moaned out again, feeling hot splurts being injected directly into his depths. Coming out in large amounts and with great force. Grant had taken the wolf's loads before but this was something different. Cum was firing from the canine's cock, one large gush after another and Grant felt himself being quickly filled up. It began to spill out, leaking down the digimon's balls, thighs, and his stomach like the precum had.

The wolf's much bigger balls were pumping his spunk directly through his shaft and out from his swelled cocktip. As it came out Grant's stomach was expanding and a gush of the excess rushed from the already stretched rim, spilling out all over the place, soaking into the digimon's fur, marking it in the pure reek of wolf musk.

Usually this would be when Dylan would finish but he was still cumming! Grant's stomach was expanding, filling up from the amount of cum that was forced directly into his guts. Grant could feel it all, the stretching of his skin from the outside and the building heat on the inside. This went further than what Grant had expected.

The wolf's cock was throbbing hard, shooting more huge loads. He was groaning deeply against the scruff, simply basking in the intense pleasure of blowing his load like this. Releasing Grant's scruff finally. His weight didn't let up, keeping Grant stuck under him, moaning and shaking. This made sure that every drop of his seed would be taken by the taomon.

As Dylan began to settle down the last of his cum had been released. With a sigh of satisfaction, he eased just enough to shoot the last of it all over Grant's back, marking him with the heavy and strong smelling ropes. It got stuck to the digimon's clothes and fur right away. For once Grant didn't complain, being too overwhelmed to say anything. He was feeling weak and was left there panting. His stomach was bloated further than it ever had been and when the cock came free he couldn't stop the seed from freely flowing out.

That was the start of them fucking non-stop over the weekend. More specifically Dylan was pounding Grant's ass relentlessly for three days straight, much to the digimon's growing joy. On top of the results from the spiking, Grant had also kept a vial of wolf heat pheromones on hand. They were first applied just before the confrontation and as soon as the smell was starting to wane Grant would reapply it and Dylan would respond by pinning him down yet again...

Waking up in the middle of the night, Dylan was finally able to think clearly again. The first thing he realized was that Meygan had been gone for too long. It was just then that he became aware of Grant's phone sitting on the nightstand. Carefully he reached over the sleeping digimon and grabbed the phone. It was unlocked and he was able to investigate, going into the messages where he found the exchanges between Grant and Meygan.

As he once suspected, Grant had repeatedly convinced his daughter to not come back, encouraging her to do more things, to see more people. The latest text even had Grant telling Meygan to see her own boyfriend. Meygan wasn't on board with that at first but was convinced after a few more messages, her last one was for Dylan to not know about it. This led the wolf to suspect that Meygan was cheating on him the way that he was cheating on her...

The dejected and depressed wolf then climbed out of bed and went for the shower, wanting to get the smell of sex off of him. Grant was awoken a small while later by the morning light and the sound of the shower running. He found that odd as Dylan had been solely focused on fucking him non-stop. That's when he noticed his phone and turned it on, finding that it was still on the message app. Putting the pieces together, Grant was quick to get out of bed. He needed to somehow fix this. Or at least convince Dylan that it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

Grant burst into the bathroom just before Grant was about to step into the shower, barging in on the nude wolf.

"You went through my phone!" he accused.

"You've been keeping Meygan away from me!" Dylan shot back.

"You're no good for her. A big dumb, smelly wolf! I've been reminding Meygan of what's really important. Her friends and last boyfriend are much better than her than you'll ever be. And I've been fucking you to keep you from realizing that. Hehe. And it wasn't that hard. You should be grateful, after I'm better than her in every way!" Grant yelled. He was mostly lying, not willing to admit his own faults and the role he played in all of this.

Even if some of it wasn't true it all struck a chord with Dylan and something within him snapped. He rushed forwards, slamming Grant into the wall, pressing his face into the hard surface. The digimon had ruined everything since they first met and now he ruined his relationship. So now, if Grant really wanted to fill the role of a partner, then Dylan would oblige him and give him everything it entailed...

Without any sort of warning, Dylan pushed his erect cock against the taomon's rim. It didn't take much effort to spread the ring wide open. The tip pushed through and the rest of his cock slid in smoothly. While Dylan was feeling pleasure Grant was gritting his teeth, hissing through them as he was feeling a significant amount of pain from the sudden and hard push.

Another thrust was all it took to get the rest of the angry wolf's cock in, sinking in deep thanks to the already stretched and slick state of the taomon's hole from last night. A low growl came from the wolf, feeling the tight and overly lubed passage wrapping snug around his dick. Grant hissed again when the thrusting began, deep grunts came from the bigger male as he did it. In no time at all the pace and force picked up greatly, rocking the smaller male's body as well. Each surge of his hips was a forceful one that drove the length as far as it could reach, going even further than before. With deep grunts of pleasure, Dylan took hold of Grant, pulling him away from the wall and keeping him hoisted as he really began to hump into the snug hole.

Being on the receiving end of it all, Grant was completely at the muscular anthro's mercy. This was the fullest he ever felt. He dared to look down at his stomach, seeing that the bulge was even bigger than last time as well. This was something else entirely, as if Dylan was a new person entirely but Grant wasn't sure whether to be happy or worried about that.

The sounds coming from the wolf were even more animalistic, sounding more threatening than dominating and the hold of his body made it impossible for him to escape if he wanted to. He wasn't able to fully enjoy the intense sex. The pushes were just a bit too rough for him, bringing some strain every time the fat cocktip came ramming in. There was also the swinging of the wolf's balls, coming in hard and fast, slamming into the taomon's own pair, bringing a sting with the rush of pleasure. All the while more of the wolf's precum was leaking out in heavy amounts, flushing out the older fluids that were already inside of him. As it oozed and sprayed out from the older male's used ass, the smell of wolf was spreading out, quickly taking up the bathroom's air. Being stronger as well, Dylan fit the bill of a mindless, rut-brained beast. He was relentless in his actions and his smell was even a bit offending, making Grant's nose twitch and burn, being a stronger sensation when he breathed in deeper.

Just as Grant felt he was starting to adjust, Dylan stopped, readjusted himself and then thrust in harder. This reduced Grant to a wailing mess, struggling to keep it together. The mix of pain and pleasure was pushing him to sexual heights he had never reached before. Hitting him out of nowhere was his own climax. As his cock shot ropes Grant was still more focused on the rutting of his ass. Dylan responded to the added tightness, thrusting in like a heated feral. The hard smacks of their bodies connecting was sharp and constant.

With another powerful thrust and deep, reverberating bark, Dylan shoved all of it inside just before he came, pumping the contents of his balls inside of the perfectly hugging passage. Grant could feel pressure building from somewhere deep inside of him. That feeling spread outwards as more and more cum was being pumped into him. It felt like it was coming from a hose rather than an actual cock, constantly releasing and his body was being made to make room for it all. At first his stomach was swelling from the sheer amount of it but then the rest of his guts were swelling as the rest was freely spilling right out of him.

"Rrgh..." Dylan groaned as he finished cumming. He then began to pull his cock free, doing it slowly, inch by inch. Grant groaned in response to this, his body shaking until the tip finally came free with a deep and messy 'pop.' Being heard right after was the splatter of cum hitting the ground and pooling out onto the smooth flooring. Still being held by the wolf, Grant panted and was thankful that it was over. As much as he loved the wolf being rough with him, that had been a bit much for him...

While he was attempting to collect himself, Dylan felt that he was just getting started. His shaft was still rock hard and he wanted more from the one that had caused all of this. With another deep grunt, Dylan pushed his hips forward and his cocktip slid past the worn rim with a loud squelch. The unprepared digimon moaned out again as the entirety of Dylan's cock was forced in all at once.

"F-fuck..!" Grant winced, struggling against the wolf's hold. HIs guts were stuffed full and the thrusting started out with full force. Between the pace and length that slid in so far, Grant was still struggling to handle it all.

"Ooh! Ahh...w-wait! Slow down a bit...D-Dylan!!" Grant exclaimed. This wasn't like before. There was an increased sense of savageness. This time the wolf really wasn't holding back, putting a great amount of power into each thrust, making Grant's body bounce upwards. The balls came swinging upwards with greater force and Grant would cry out from the sharp sensation that it brought. At the same time every one of his sweet spots were being touched and rubbed at once, relentlessly and brutally sanded down by the fat flesh.

Dylan was keeping most of his cock inside, in time with every hump the bulge in Grant's stomach would shrink and expand. A mix of cum and precum were freely spilling out of him, being re-smeared all over his ass as the stronger male's pelvis came swinging in. As Dylan started going faster Grant was whimpering, feeling the urge to both melt and struggle against the unyielding grip his body was stuck in. Hard constant strikes to his prostate forced him to react. His moans came out with a higher pitch that he found a bit embarrassing.

He was being used like some kind of toy, being completely dominated by the huffing canine. The pace was kept constant, not letting up a bit even after all of this time. Dylan just kept going, showing no signs of slowing up anytime soon. In fact the intensity seemed to be picking up as the rutting dragged on. Keeping most of his cock inserted, the wolf ensured that it would be slammed right into the digimon's guts, making the already bloated stomach stretch even further.

This again became too much for Grant, the hard penetration, relentless thrusting, and the strong smell that hung in the air all around him all came together, pushing him over the edge yet again. The feeling struck him hard, harder than he expected. He managed a weak sounding moan, brought to another orgasm without having his cock touched once. He shot his load against his own swelled stomach, panting and shaking from the feeling of it combined with the persisting thrusts from Dylan.

Dylan held him tighter, his claws all but digging into the older male's skin. He howled out and came hard, his cock swelling and spewing great amounts of seed. Grant was yet again forced to take it all, his stomach bulging out further, becoming heavier and hotter. It was expanding like a balloon and in a faster amount of time than before. Dylan kept all of his cock hilted, grinding it along the squeezing passage. He could feel the newer seed surrounding his length before it rushed out of Grant's tailhole. It was being released faster than it was coming out and Grant's body was at its limit. This caused the digimon to shake, a deep gurgling sound coming from his open mouth before it came spewing out of it. The excess of the musky wolf's ballbatter came out in the form of cum vomit that made a greater mess of the already ruined floor.

This continued for a bit longer until Dylan had given all that he had, pulling out roughly, leaving the hole overly stretched and unable to fully close. A shameful whimper came from Grant as it came spilling out from both ends.

Dylan unceremoniously dropped Grant to the floor. While the taomon was coughing hard, trying to clear his throat of the thick cum, Dylan took hold of his head, holding it up.

"Clean it." Dylan spoke in a deeper and more dominating tone. It was a command, not a suggestion. With his other hand he pushed his semi-hard cock directly into the kneeling male's face.

Without any hesitation or protests, Grant did as he was told. He made use of his tongue, licking all over the shaft, using it to lap up the great amount of cum, being strong in both taste and smell. There were several layers of wolf spunk for him to clean up and Grant shamelessly took on the task, not just running his tongue all over but also pressing his muzzle to the length to kiss and suckle the surfaces.

While doing all of that Grant noticed how full his stomach felt. He was both satisfied but also worried. Would he be able to handle more of this harsh treatment? Had he finally bit off more than he could chew? Grant was still licking while thinking about all of this and was pulled away, lifted up by his scruff. The pulling made him groan and wince but those sounds were quickly muffled by Dylan shoving Grant's face directly into his pit.

The full brunt of the wolf's pit stink was striking Grant's senses hard, making his mind go blank for a moment but as he recovered Grant found himself moaning from the raw and potent smell that demanded his attention. Dylan was still holding his head with his other hand, rubbing the taomon's face in still, smearing his grungy sweat all over the smooth-furred face.

"You're mine now..." Dylan growled.

Grant didn't protest this, instead he allowed himself to get lost in the overwhelming scent. Submitting himself to the wolf completely, he began to lick along the pit that his face was shoved into, savoring the pure scent and smell. Dylan felt this and made sure that his other pit was given the same treatment. Taking things further from there, Dylan pulled Grant back and then he began rubbing the taomon's face into his balls, smearing the rank sweat onto the already marked face. Grant sniffed them and began licking those as well, doing his best as he was made to worship one orb after the other. Doing so made them churn and a spurt of precum came from the tip. Dylan made a satisfied grunt as he pulled the taomon's face back, admiring the messy state of his face. Just by the look on the bigger male's face, Grant could tell they were just getting started...