Dylan's Revenge (WIP)
This is another work in progress. Again, filled with spelling and grammer mistakes. This takes place when the Minnesota Vikings played the New Orleans Saints for the NFC championship.
Dylan's Revenge
Joe walked around the corner and saw his mate sitting on the couch. Dylan was decked out in New Orleans Saints gear. He wore a Drew Brees jersey on and sparkling mardi gras beads around his neck. The fox had a football helmet on, with the New Orleans logo on it.
The wolf chuckled, "Since when are you a Saints fan?" he asked his boyfriend.
"Well I'm not, at least not yet, but if they beat the Vikings in," he looked at his watch, "Two to four hours, I'll be the biggest Saints fan in the world!"
Joe smiled and shook his head, "You really want Minnesota to lose, don't you?"
"Hell yeah! Serves Bret right to abandon the Packers!" the vulpine barked.
The wolf scooted over to sit next to Dylan, and draped an arm over him, "Same bet as last time?"
"Yep, and this time I won't lose," he lovingly rubbed the top of the plastic helmet under Joe's chin.
Joe sneered, "I bet you will."
Several painstakingly hours later...
"No...... no, no, no, no. NOOOOO!" Joe put his paws over his eyes and made crying noises as he saw the New Orleans kicker kick the game winning field goal in overtime.
He felt something wrap around his neck: a collar. Joe felt the leathery device and felt the Saint's logo on it, "Wow Dylan, you really went all out for this didn't you?"
The fox struck him in the muzzle, knocking Joe to the floor, "That's 'Master' to you bitch!" he growled at his newly earned slave.
The wolf looked up at his owner and saw a fierce fox stare behind the cage of a football helmet. His jaw dropped at the awe inspiring sight. Oh my goodness he's so hot! He whimpered and placed his tail between his legs, "I'm sorry Master."
Dylan huffed and hooked a leash to the collar. He yanked on it in the direction of their bedroom. Joe lowered his head and walked behind his master. The fox locked the door behind him and faced his slave. He snapped his fingers and pointed them to the ground, "Knees, now bitch!"
Joe reluctantly kneeled to the ground, as he knew where this was headed. The vulpine pointed to his jeans, "Use only your teeth to get my pants off"
The wolf ferruled his eyebrows, "What?"
A growl ripped through the room as Dylan backhanded his slave, "YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS 'MASTER.' DO NOT MAKE ME HIT YOU AGAIN!"
Joe half cried as he covered the spot where he was struck. He walked on his knees closer to his master, and tried to do the complicated task. He stuck his snout onto Dylan's jeans, moving the flap aside to get to the zipper. The slave couldn't see where he was going, so he just felt around with his teeth. Joe had some difficulty though, as the zipper was flipped upwards, he kept biting at the bottom of the mechanism with no success. A bulge in the pants began to form, making the process even more difficult. Joe growled slightly at the frustration of the task. Watching the whole process, Dylan couldn't help but giggle at his boyfriend's failing.
Finally, the canine got hold of the metal piece and pulled the zipper down. The rest was much easier. After he pulled the buckle and the button off, Joe smiled as his efforts made the denim jeans fall to the floor. Dylan stepped out of them and pushed them away, "About time... that was the weakest effort I've seen in you Bitch!" He roughly grabbed the back of Joe's head tilted his head up, making him look to the ceiling. Dylan used his other paw to grab his already erect member and rubbed the underside over the wolf's chin, lips, and wet nose.
"You like this don't you Bitch, having another male rub his cock all over your face while all you can do is just stare back."
Well there was something Joe could think of doing besides staring back. The wolf opened his muzzle and began to lick the underside of the fox cock and kiss the smooth skin with his lips. Joe quickly opened his maw wider and took the length of his master's shaft into his muzzle. He quickly got into his role by aggressively licking the head of Dylan's member.
The fox let out a satisfying sigh. He placed his paw behind his head and marveled at the sight in front of him; his normally top wolf boyfriend sucking his cock with no direction needed at all.