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I couldn't believe my eyes. At first I thought it was the booze, or maybe even the light, whatever little there was in that seedy gay bar, that was playing tricks with me. I had to blink, I had to take off my Top Gun sunglasses and rub my eyes and look again before my brain finally agreed with me.

"Well fuck me!" I grunted to myself, my jaws tensing.

"You got a place?" a rough voice husked somewhere near my left ear.

My head snapped towards him and I gave him my best wolf scowl, sunglasses and all, whoever the hell he was. The hopefully lewd expression on the leather chaps-wearing Doberman's muzzle waned away as he saw the flash of my angry-looking teeth. I didn't even bother to say anything to him, I was too busy looking over towards the bar counter, where an all too familiar-looking Rottweiler was sitting now, a bit jumpy-looking, nursing a drink in his paw while glancing around.

"Whatever," the Doberman grunted before scampering away to find someone who really wanted to get fucked.

I peered over the top rims of Ray Bans, which probably looked ridiculous, but I just had to be sure that I had recognized him alright. The Rottweiler wearing black jeans and a red and black plaid shirt and a studded collar around his neck like some kind of a pride symbol...well...you saw much more elaborate set-ups and get-ups in Leatherbound whenever I came around here to hang around with fellow kinky bastards like me.

And I'll be damned, fucking Brent Marrow was now here, pierced ears, daddy T-shirt, a bit of a paunch I could tell from this afar...I could have laughed my tail off. I could have literally rolled on the floor amidst the filth and still kept on laughing to the amusement of the cigar daddies who'd probably think I had been a bit too generous on the poppers or something. I could just...I could've almost wept with joy at the sight of my high school nemesis looking so ill at ease at a gay bar.

Oh yes.

Brent Fuckhead Asshole Marrow The Third had really thought it was a cool thing to call kids names back in Susan B. Anthony High School...shove them into lockers...throw them into dumpsters...throw their pen cases into the toilet...or put your head in there...call you a faggot, a chaser and a tail lifter...sabotage the Valentine's Day concert so that Mary Jones would read alone a sweet Valentine announcement from me to Ricky Phelps from the other class...the laughter that filled the class room at that moment, when I wanted to crawl into a hole and die away could still almost be heard echoing in my mind as I even thought about it.

I felt giddy. I felt so damn happy. I felt like I could cry, and indeed, laugh like a mad wolf, and make a total fool of myself. I felt so damn good about myself, and about him at that moment that I could've thrown my head back and wolf-howled.

I'd done that before, too.

Fucking ace.

Seeing Brent Marrow in Leatherbound was better than any kind of a rush I had ever experienced from any kind of a mind-altering substance or any other kind of an experience. As I got up from my seat in the booth after finishing up my drink ,still burning in my gullet, my leathers creaking, I was filled with energy that made me want to bounce across the room. Hell, I was kidna bouncing on my booted footpaws as I walked through the musky room, paws stuffed in my pockets, strutting my stuff in my leather pants while I adopted my most lusty, dirty expression, and made sure my lips were wet with drool.

My cock was fully hard and threatening to burst from my pants. There was no way I was gonna keep it there for long, now. It was going somewhere tonight, and I had a target well singled out for my heat-seeking fleshy missile.

The weasel sitting on the bar stool next to my nemesis got the hint upon hearing the stomp of my booths and left me with a warm seat to settle down onto, slam a paw down onto the counter and adopt a pose that best suited my frame of mind as I sat there, turning to face the Rottweiler.

"I'll buy you another of those," I growled convincingly.

Ohhh...poor puppy...those ears flicking back...short furs bristling as much as they could...a curling lip...he could smell my musk...all of it...including the carefully cultivated one in my leather pants that had not been washed since...well, that probably didn't matter. I knew that they made me smell even more dangerous, besides the musk and my seeping fluids.

I smacked my lips and then licked them, and watched Brent watch me, and I kept my expression up, that "I'm a hot fuck look at me" pose and look on my face ensuring that he knew what I was here for.

"Thanks," he said in a low voice, pretty natural, I suspected, unlike my carefully affected tone.

I wagged my tail and snapped it against his jeans-covered legs, and didn't stop even when his own tail jumped. I just pretended I didn't give a shit about what my tail was doing. It might've as well been spanking him, then.

The barkeep came around and I made him the all-important paw signals to make sure that Brent got his drink from his new leather-clad friend. Brent didn't waste time drinking it down, either, and he even belched once he was done. Nasty fucker.

"New here?" I asked.

"Sort of," he said, "just checking things out."

You little bastard...anyone could smell that he was desperate to get laid...those jeans were as stuffed as mine were, I knew even without looking...or feeling...his scent hadn't really changed since school...still the same mixture of canine musk and hormones I knew so well from the locker rooms where I'd been inevitable towel-snapped and made fun of because of being scrawny and a bit of a pansy.

Look at me now, a pretty all-black pansy, all flowering up!

He was so damn desperate. Maybe this outfit wasn't even turning him on...maybe he'd just dollied himself up so that he could have a better chance in this place. Maybe this wasn't his usual kind of a venue...maybe he'd just told himself that he'd give it a shot, after another desperate jacking off session with spit-soaked fingers scissoring in and out of his twitching asshole. I could almost smell it, too. I wanted to push my nose under his tail and get a whiff of that desperation before...heh...before...

...poor pants.

"I like what I see," I told him with my sexiest growl.

He almost jumped again...not so much of a confident jock anymore, where you, Brent?

"Want another one?" I pointed at his half-empty glass while huffing alcohol-scented breaths in his direction.

"If you're buying," he replied, with a kind of a cocky smile that made me want to punch him...or possibly do something else to his muzzle instead.

"Sure," I said as I roused the bartender again.

It was too easy to get him drunk. After three tumblers, I had my paw on his leg. After four, I had it on his crotch. After five, my paw actions on his ass and tail and groin were dirty enough to rouse the suspicion of the barkeep, who kept watching us for a while. I just licked my lips and gave him my credit card so that he could check the tab. I suspected that the Rottweiler had had enough to drink by now...and I wasn't disappointed.

"I've got a place," I told him. "Come on."

He looked almost desperately happy when I spoke those words, and obediently followed me out into the all too fresh autumn air that felt suddenly crisp and cold against my sweaty face furs. My ears felt so cold that they even flashed against my head. I shivered a bit, but it wasn't really for the cold...it was for the prospect of what was about to happen.

His legs seemed a bit loose on him, but that didn't stop us, I was being a gentlefur after all, offering him a paw to keep on his arm, which both kept him up and also following me like a good puppy. It wasn't a long walk, only across the street and then to the little parking lot behind that little greeting card shop that was now closed. It was outside the general view...just nice and dark a place for me to park my car whenever I visited the bar, and that suited us just fine.

I put my paw into my pocket to take out the keys and hit the little plastic button to open the doors...and conveniently, that same pocket contained something else I would need now, and which always could come handy during visits to the bar.

"Just a little bit further..." I crooned.

"Hope you ain't gonna drive," the Rottweiler mumbled as he saw my ride standing there, in front of us.

"You don't need to worry about anything...Brent..."I slurred, my paw closing around his left wrist, then, pulling it behind his back.

I yanked on his arm a bit, but he didn't really make resistance, nor did he voice any wonderment on how I knew his name, even though he didn't tell it to me before...what got a reaction out of him was the sensation of cold metal closing around his arm.

"Hey...!" he groaned, and tried to turn around, eyes drunkenly seeking mine, even if mine were covered by the sun glasses.

"You'll like it, puppy dog," I told him as I grabbed his other arm and then unceremoniously snapped the cuff around his other wrist, too, locking the Rottweiler's paws uselessly behind his back.

His tail whipped the air behind him and caught my swollen groin a couple of times, which sent shuddering sparks of pleasure through my hard cock and my balls. I growled and snapped my teeth together and then bit on the scruff on the back of his neck, letting him feel what it really felt like to mess around with a dangerous leather wolf. He tensed as he felt my saliva dribble down his neck, but that didn't stop him from panting and wagging his tail desperately at the sensation.

"Oh yeah," I told him as I walked him over to the car, my paws running over his arms.

I opened the side door and pushed him to the backseat - with his knees colliding with the edge of the seat, he ended up face down for a bit, with a muffled grunt, especially when I grabbed his legs and lifted the rest of him into the car where he ended up with his ass up and his muzzle down, mumbling something to himself in the darkness of the car while I remained standing outside the car and watching his panting shape inside my car now. He was probably drooling onto my leather seats, too, but I wasn't going to stop him now...let him leave a bit of a memento there, to remember this by.

"Puppy wanna fuck?" I growled, listening to his groans and panting breaths as he struggled to stay on his knees, with his paws tied to his back and with all that alcohol in his system, it was proving to be challenge on the slippery leather. I groped the front of my pants and slapped his ass a couple of times, just for the good effect.

"Uhhmppph..." he grumbled, mouth full of his own tongue and his jaws pressing against the seat, I suspected, unable to really lift his head.

"That's good enough for me," I told him while I gave his ass a couple extra smacks, for good effect, and even yanked on his tail, because I was such a nice wolf.

"AUGH!"

"Ohhh, you liked that, didnya, Brent?" I soothed him with some further smacks on his ass that left him whimpering quietly.

I decided to get his ass out of those jeans first. I couldn't trust my cock to survive for long if I whipped it out too soon...so hence, my paws went down to fumble with his felt and his zip, and the tail slit on the back of his pants, which wasn't too difficult to work with, to pull those jeans down and reveal...what the fuck...white briefs...fuck, man...he ad certainly not discovered the pleasure of silk underwear, that was for sure...I could almost mistake him for a straight if it wasn't for the wanton thrusting of his boner against my palms when my paws were there...oh...I wanted to swat his balls, but I decided that giving him TOO much pleasure was counter-intuitive...instead I just spanked him some more...and he pushed his ass to meet it...his tail going rigid and flailing in the air...but still he kept moaning.

"You're a dirty little shit aintya?" I commented.

"Uhhmppph..."

I yanked on those briefs so hard that they simply tore from the front and came loose, just like that, stuffed into my clenched paw just like that. I almost staggered back when there was suddenly nothing giving me a counter force - guess I really pulled too hard, then, since I was left with his stinky underpants on my paw and with my eyes staring at his ass. Damn...I wished I had a light on in the car...or a...a head lamp or something, so that I could see it...but damn, I could feel it, anyway...I tossed his underpants down to the car floor and grabbed his ass instead, big thumbs digging into his cheeks.

"Ahhh yeah...ahh...damn..."

"You like this, huh?" I slapped his ass. "Want your ass played with, fuckpup?"

"Yeah...yeah..." Brent slurred in his sexual nirvana...or so he hoped.

Damn...he was almost too submissive...this was too much fun...he'd probably cum from being spanked if I went at it for long enough...shame I wasn't feeling that nice or generous tonight...no...not with Brent Marrow...no, no ,no no...he was just gonna get it hard and rough and raw, no special privileges given for the sake of his pleasure...no, this was about me.

I grabbed his stupid ass and leaned down to slobber my tongue between his cheeks, leaving a wet mark there while I tasted the acrid sweat of his crack. His tail wagged and spanked my forehead a couple of times again, but a quick nip from my teeth made sure he curled it away like a good bitch in heat. After that I got nothing out of him but whimpers while I ate out his ass and left his asscrack into a wet mess while my tongue attacked his tiny little asshole. My jaws worked as I cursed Brent Marrow while I slobbered on his ass and used my free paw to tug on his balls, just to hear more of those desperate "fuck me" whimpers coming out of his slutty muzzle.

I wasn't gonna disappoint him for long. I heard my spine pop as I got up and prepared for the kill. I had a little satchel of lube in my pocket, which I took out and tore with my teeth like all tough men do, and got the slippery stuff onto my palm before I spread it over myself. I was leaking like mad by the time I took myself out of my pants for this sacred anointing that left me pulsing and steaming in the cool air while I wiped the rest of the lube into his crack. That was as nice as I was going to be now, as I moved forward to mount the guy who'd tried to make me his bitch in high school...but look how the tables could turn!

No scrawny kid here now, holding onto his flabby his while I ground my dick between his wet ass cheeks. No calling me a faggot now...I wore it as a badge of pride nowadays...damn that ass felt hot and nice, and it was probably really tight too, unless he'd done some serious work on it with previous partners or some crazy ass toys...

"Gonna fuck you really nice, Brent boy...heh...get it...rent boy...Brent Boy..."

Maybe I was drunk on my own power ,or the little bit of liquor I'd had before I saw him in the bar, but I was definitely burning for it. My cocktip poked against the base of his tail now while I butthumped him, and I gripped on him tight...I suspected this was gonna be rough.

I put my leaking tip against his hole and began to push.

Damn.

It wasn't going through.

"Open up, bitch!"

I thrust again. He whimpered, and his asshole warped itself against my tip, but didn't let me in.

"Come on, fuckwad," I grabbed his tail and yanked on it again, "let daddy into your pussy..."

If only his parents could see their All American boy now...Rent Boy...hahahaha...

Guess the pain did it to him. Maybe he really got off on it. What I knew that the next time I thrust I was suddenly halfway into him, being sucked into that tight hole and the slutty tunnel beyond.

Fuck, damn.

I barked out, he let out a muffled howl against my seats, and I left go of his tail, rather more earnestly grabbing on his hips again. My claws tore marks onto his shirt but I doubted he minded by now...maybe he got off on that too...

"Little fuck..." I stuffed my head into the car so that I could lean over him, on the seats, with my legs comically standing out of the car still, my tail flicking sharply while I mounted the bitch from the back, right and proper.

Did it feel like this, I wondered idly while I began to thrust in and out him with the first half of my dick, did he see me like this when he pushed my head into the toilet? Me bent over, he behind me, holding me down while some of his cronies hit the flush? Damn...well, look who was now built like a footballer and bending over a lesser furry, huh? Huh? I growled like a mad wolf and bit onto his scruff...then onto his collars...damn...I heard the cloth rip...I felt his skin hot against my lips...

"Fucking pussy bitch..."

What the hell, I put all of it in and muffled his next howl with my big paw...oh for fuck's sake, as soon as he had my paw on his jaw, his tongue came out and he tried to lick on my thick index finger...oh what the hell...I stuffed it in him to keep him happy, he might as well get stuffed from both ends now, anyway, and if sucking on a finger like it was a miniature dick got him happy...

"Aaaahhaaashiit..."I moaned before I went back to licking and eating his neck while I humped, balls smacking against his own pair while I really worked myself into a good hard rhythm in his barely prepped ass. My booths scraped the tarmac underneath me as I adjusted my position, my tail whip-whapped in the air behind me, and his convulsing body beneath my own straining one felt so damn good...in such a wrong way.

I held nothing back, I just slam-fucked him, knot pounding against his pucker right after I'd gotten my bearings and began to really do him in the ass the proper doggie way. There was nothing he could do but take it, considering I had him tied down...maybe in more ways than one, soon...there was no way I was going to last very long, either, considering that this was one true hate fuck...letting my old bully know what he was good for, and what even scrawny wolves could grow up to be. Ten years of working out my body and cultivating a bad attitude had really left me unrecognizable on his eyes, at least while drunk...or maybe he just didn't care.

Fuck it, we were fogging up my windows even with the door open...that's how hard we were doing it, the car shaking while I pounded him without mercy, my knot threatening to burst into him with each hard stroke. He was kinda panting around my finger, too, against my palm, not really trying to suck it now, either...maybe he was beyond that, already, but I kept it up...felt good, holding him like that, like I was going to snap his neck at any second...and had I wanted, sometimes, in my darkest fantasies of revenge...but nah...let him suffer some other way...

"gonna...uhh...gonna tie you bitch..."

I kept my promise, too, and I did it right after taking out my fingers from his muzzle, because you just couldn't trust someone's jaws when they got an orange-sized bulb of flesh stuffed into their way too small asshole. His howls were muffled by my paw, around his jaws, though, and I bit on his neck just when I felt his walls close down on me, my balls slamming to his, and I knew that I was there.

"RGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

I rabbit-fucked his asshole for a few more seconds before I simply started to cum, twitching and leaking inside his sleazy hole while I dumped my load into him in thick , watery spurts of cream. He surely felt it, because he was soon whimpering again, and judging by the contractions of his hole on me, I knew he was there, too, even before the foreign stink of his cum leaked onto my car seats.

"Hngghhh...nghh....you're knocked up now, bitch," I grunted against his neck, my cock still oozing into him, as I threw my head up a bit so that I could chew on an ear, show him who was the boss to the final moment.

There wasn't really time for the romantic afterglow, if only for the fact that after I'd stopped fucking, my sweaty ass started to freeze off...which meant that soon I had to wrestle my knot out of his ass - now wasn't that a sweet howl an ass makes? - and as I enclosed myself in my pants, I then proceed to uncuff him, tug his jeans back on and pull him out of the car. Brent staggered and almost reeled off to his face onto the hard, black, slick pavement, but I held him up, and twisted the rank-smelling dog around. He shivered a little, as I held him at an arm's length, looking at his paunchy belly and his shady eyes and his flicking ears...and that tail that was suspiciously immobile now that I'd pulled all the muscles underneath it with my cock...

"Thanks a lot, Brent," I grunted before I hocked a massive wad of spit onto his face, so that he'd have something nice to remember my scent by.

If he'd been anyone else, I might've even given him a nice goodnight kiss.

Not to Brent.

He didn't stop me when I walked him over to the street and then I roused a cab, which, thankfully, accepted the rather drunk customer after I slipped the driver a 50-dollar bill as a kind of a security and shoved the dazed Rottweiler to the backseat.

"He'll tell you his address," I told him before I slapped the door closed. The cab driver fox gave me a 'like I fucking care' look through his own window, and I gave him a little wave...Brent saw it too, and stared at me dully through his own window...and I gave him a wave, too.

"Bye, motherfucker," I mouthed, quietly, as the cab moved away, the engine growling into the night, carrying the Rottweiler with a nice donation of my DNA up his ass.

I breathed in the air, felt my tail bristle, and let out the soul-cleansing laughter I'd been holding back all night.

I laughed all the way back to the bar. I felt like another drink, to celebrate. Maybe a puff or two from one of the cigar daddies' cigars, too.

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