Two Rich
#1 of Two Rich
1 of Two Rich
Fred let his suitcase crash to the floor. He was finally ready to relax inside his hotel. A top rated hotel of course, nothing else would do for Crawford family. He had had a long day. It shouldn't have made him feel as tired as he did, but he was getting old. The Cougar looked casually at his graying black arm fur to check the time; it was already 12:30.
His aunt's funeral had been quite an ordeal. He didn't know her all too well, but his brother certainly was very attached to her. He went mostly for him. He spent most of the day standing, which killed him. Even worse he had to talk bullshit about how great his Aunt (that he barely ever met) was.
In all honesty he didn't care much about his Aunt or the mourners. Since his twenties he had become progressively more and more jaded. Now grudgingly leaving his forties he stopped caring about a lot of things. Many times he stopped feeling sympathy for others all together. He'd seen too much and cared way too little.
The second he'd left the funeral his thoughts of pretend sympathy and the funeral itself left him. All he could think about was the pricey, state of the art, hotel room fit for a king. When he finally got inside he collapsed on to his fully leather wrapped, Old Spanish Territorial style King Bed. It was time for a well deserved rest.
But he had a couple things he needed to do before clocking out. He had gotten a text message from his permanent House guest Noah.
In all truth that slender kind hearted fox was all Fred really cared about. He was so cute, so adorable, so... sexy. The Cougar cringed at that last thought and put it aside for now.
In an unfortunate twist of events Noah's real parents had died in a plane crash when he was 8. Noah never really knew his parents though; he was more attached to his butler than he was to his parents. They were always off some extravagant place doing something refined. His parents had very close ties with the Crawford family so rather than send him to some foster home it was decided that the Crawford family would take him in. Fred was almost too happy to accept Noah as his own.
Things went on fine for a while, but ever since Noah turned 15 Fred had developed an incredible lust for him. He would never act on it of course, but with Noah turning now turning 18 a month from now it made things even more difficult. He felt a need that he had never felt before.
He came back to reality to view the message Noah had sent. "I hope you'll be coming home soon, I miss you."
That last part made Fred's old, jaded, heart melt. Most 18 year olds aren't willing to say caring things like that, but Noah did. He never hesitated to tell the Cougar how he was feeling and that was a big reason why Fred loved him so much.
He looked at the time he received the message "over three hours ago". Due to the time differences Noah was probably already asleep but he felt the need to reply back.
"Don't worry Archy, I'll be home before you know it." He called him Archy because at some point someone had made a bad joke referencing his name to Noah's Ark. For a while Fred teasingly called him Ark, and eventually the nickname Archy stuck. He was the only one that called him that though, but it added a level of closeness between the two.
There was however one more message that he was both dreading and anticipating. He checked his other messages anxiously. He shifted through his unread text messages sincerely hoping that it wouldn't be there. He found it, and his heart started pounding. It was from Shawn, titled "Thank me later"
Shawn had sent him another one of his infamous photosets. The Cougar looked down at his phone, with knots in his stomach.
Shawn, being the overly rich wolf that he was, was now testing one of his newly crafted abilities, hypnotism. A short while back Shawn had learned the art of hypnotism from an albino King Cobra snake in the Himalayas. (You wouldn't believe half the crazy things that bored rich people do). He spent an unhealthy amount of years there, perfecting it, and he had finally done so. The Snake offered many types of hypnosis. Like slowly bending a person's mind in a way that they would believe the hypnotizer's thoughts to be their own. Or hypnotizing a person to suppress bad memories and past experiences.
Shawn didn't care for those types of hypnotism; the only thing he really wanted was complete and absolute control of another fur, if only for a moment. Money got boring after a while so he desperately looked for new excitement and hypnotism seemed to be doing the job for now.
Shawn had helped create an outlet for Fred. He very quickly took notice of the feelings that Fred had for the vulpine. So he started doing what he did best, meddling in other people's lives. He could control Noah and make him do practically anything, within reason of course.
"I remember you talking about that maids outfit"- a message sent along with the photoset.
"Dear Lord, he wouldn't have" Fred thought. His face blushed red with embarrassment. He remembered the conversation he had with Shawn a couple weeks ago. They were talking about one of the maids and they ended up in a conversation about how hot Noah would look in one of those. He knew exactly what was coming next.
It was true that Shawn could make the fox do practically anything, but Fred wouldn't allow some things. Before they had ever hypnotized the poor fox they laid out some ground rules.
The rules were simple. Shawn could hypnotize him into taking pictures, not very often though; Fred didn't want to make that a normal thing. He could make him wear revealing clothing, but no complete nudity. He could make him hard and have his bulge practically sticking out, but never actually showing.
While hypnotized he could have Noah do things in person as well, maybe play out some scenarios with them. They could grope him occasionally, but they could not do anything to jeopardize his virginity.
This rule had only been broken once, by Fred who despite his better judgment had given him a blowjob while in his hypnotic trance. Thinking back about it he cringes, but he also remembers the joy and complete satisfaction that he got when he had the boys hard dick in his mouth. The perverted pleasure, the satisfaction, the absolute joy he felt then. He still thinks back about it to this day, but he promised himself that he would never do that again.
He wanted to just delete those pictures, he really did. He knew it was wrong, he knew he would be taking advantage of poor sweet Noah, but lust overwhelmed him. His finger tip was already pressing the open key on his touch screen.
There he was, in all his glory. The slender perfect fox was dressed up in a too short French maid outfit and it looked perfect on him. The black and white mixed oh so well with his orange and yellowish orange fur. He even had the black nylon stockings to complete the ensemble. Every curve seemed to make the cougar's penis ache. His innocent blue eyes were glazed over and he had a sense of calm about him, not that Fred would ever get to his eyes anyways.
Glancing quickly at the photoset Fred discovered that all the pictures showed the fox in very provocative positions. One was taken underneath the fox revealing that he even had black laced panties to match the outfit. The big Cougar could only groan with arousal and shame as he rubbed his cock.
Another had the fox lying on his back with his legs spread and his paws near his face. He stared at his white fur that trailed his mid rift, and looked lower. The fox's erection was practically begging to be let out. Fred too was painfully erect now and his cock was forcing itself out of his pants. He wanted to plow that fox into next week. He knew he did. "But it's just not right" He thought rubbing at his crotch. That picture was certainly one of his favorites.
Catching himself for a moment, he realized how completely immersed he had been for these past few minutes, how aroused he had been. The Cougar texted Shawn in protest. "You're horrible"
"Tell that to the bulge in your pants ;)" The Wolf texted back
"Figures he would still be awake, you'd think he gets some sick pleasure from this." The cougar thought.
There was no doubting it, Shawn knew what made the Cougar tick, and he got a kick out of knowing that. He knew showing that whole maid getup would make him rock hard. He knew a lot of things about Fred, and he was going to get a kick out of abusing that knowledge.
Fred rubbed his crotch very strongly, almost painfully. These pictures had aroused him to his core. He couldn't think of anything that gave him an erection this hard. He was disgusted by it, but part of him also loved it. Part of him loved the perverted pleasure that came from loving and lusting after that fox that practically considered him his father.
He scrolled through the rest of them, and finally looking at the last one. He found the fox bent over in a ready-to-be-fucked-doggie-style pose.
Shawn had broken the rule. He had purposely made Noah pull his skirt up too much and pull his panties down too far. He would get him for that later.
It was slightly obscured, but for the most part Fred could see the fox's glorious virgin hole. Something he had never actually seen in person. He couldn't hold it in any longer. "It's just a picture, it's not like I'm really doing anything with him" the cougar tried to convince himself.
He removed his pants; in fact he stripped down completely. He pressed the picture on his phone close to his cock and he let out a powerful howl. He grabbed his meat and he began jerking himself uncontrollably. "I want to fuck that tight tail hole" He muttered. Everything looked too perfect, the outfit, the body, the ass, the stockings, he couldn't contain his lust any longer.
He stroked his cock rigorously. He closed his eyes for a second and imagined that he was with the vulpine in that picture. He began furiously thrusting into his hand pretending as if he were right over the fox. He let out more incoherent moans of pure pleasure as he started to get closer and closer to his climax. "Yeah that's right, this dirty old cougar wants to fuck your brains out" If he wasn't so horny he'd be embarrassed by all the profane thoughts that came rushing through his mind.
He thrust harder and harder, imagining all the moans and sounds that little Noah would make in response. He let out one final, primal growl as he pushed himself over the edge. All he could imagine was releasing his seed deep inside the fox's tail hole, breeding him. Pure bliss washed over him, he would regret this later, but for now all was right with the world.
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_I'd like to thank everyone for reading. This is story that I wrote inbetween a much bigger story that I plan on finishing soon. I do plan on making at least one or two more parts to this story so look forward to that. _
Thanks for all the support.