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--1

"Anyone idle around bar three? Got a troublemaker in here," one of the bartenders sighed into his radio. "Slapped one patron on the rear. He's making a scene now."

Like any bar, especially one that doubled as a strip club, Nature Calls had its' fair share of overzealous drinkers and lovers, neither mutually exclusive.

Reed was grateful for the call, breaking up what had been a dull night. It did occur to him that that was a good thing, and he was getting paid by the hour, but something to do besides watch the strippers gyrate while painfully sober was a welcome change. "Pendleton here," he said into his walkie-talkie, "on my way to bar three."

Surprising Reed, another voice said, "Nielsen here. I'll join you." A beat, and then the voice laughed, "It's a slow night."

"Tell me about it," Reed chuckled, and he made for bar three.

--2

"Nah-ah, you leave," the unruly wolf growled, pointing accusingly at the bartender.

Said bartender was a velociraptor with brown hide free of plumage, and an easy three feet of height on the wolf, and waning patience. Certainly, he could have loved to deal with the lupine himself; his training and service in the Marines was one thing, but his big teeth and bigger talons were another. Unfortunately, it just wasn't his job to sort out difficult customers... Even if he wanted to.

"I'll say it one last time," the bartender patiently spoke, resting his claws on the counter top, purposefully displaying them. "This is a friendly establishment - that means keep your paws to yourself if someone says no."

Turning up his nose, just buzzed enough to think he could take the raptor, the black wolf said, "Fuck you. That little faggot was asking for it."

The bartender explicitly knew otherwise. So did everybody around bar three, and so did the security cameras. The simple truth was that the wolf had slapped a twink's behind, was politely asked not to do that again, and then got rebuffed when he tried to flirt with the same twink. That was when he got belligerent.

Just cute enough to get laid if he weren't so insufferable, just athletic enough to menace smaller men, and dressed in fine, black fur, the wolf looked like any given patron of the club. This was especially true in his attire; blue jeans and a purple fishnet top, typical outfit of a gay man out to party.

Before the raptor's patience could run out or the wolf could do something stupid enough to get arrested, a pair of heavy hands clapped down on both of his shoulders. They were the silvery-furred mitts of Reed Pendleton, just one member of the club's security detail that night.

Those muscular hands made the wolf yelp in surprise, much to the amusement of those formerly suffering his alpha male stupidity. Jerking his head back, he caught sight of a massive barrel chest, and stretched thinly across it was a white muscle shirt, the word SECURITY emblazoned on its' breast in silver lettering.

Sensing that the wolf wanted to get a look at him, and wanting to look at the wolf himself (eye contact always helped with intimidation, Reed found), he turned the lupine around and stared stone-faced down at him.

Everything about Reed was massive. A ram standing just a few inches short of eight feet (and that excluded the highest points of his horns), he dwarfed the wolf in every way. Beyond the astonishing height difference, one of his thighs was nearly as thick as the wolf's torso, and struggling against the inside of a black jock strap was an enormous, uncut cock, curled around the curved bulge of a plump scrotum.

Past his enormous size, his colors were also striking. His tricolor coat of fur was brown on the torso, thighs, and head from the eyes upward. Beneath his knees, after his elbows, and taking up a large portion of his face and neck was a jet black shade. Bridging the brown and black, terminating on his extremities and snout, but also dressing his rear and balls, was a stylish, silvery hue.

"I take it you're the one out here trying to start shit?" Reed asked, briefly glancing over the wolf's head to the bartender, who smiled in satisfaction as he nodded.

"Um," the wolf mumbled, sizing Reed up while his already-tenuous beer muscles withered, "no?"

"You sure about that, buddy?" came another resonant, wholly American voice, and another set of mitts grasped his arms, coming from either side. "You start tellin' the truth, maybe we'll go easier on you..."

Playing an intimidation game with the wolf, Reed and the second guard made a coordinated effort to turn him back the other way. While Reed squeezed him in close, like a lover's embrace despite being anything but, he was made to take in the body of the other guard.

Built like Reed (which was, to say, incredibly defined), Tad Nielsen was a wall of muscle. Merely an inch shorter than the ram at the crowns of their skulls, his height made him, too, tower over the wolf; their bodies eclipsed the troublemaker from the front and back.

Far from Reed's species and closer to the wolf's, Tad was an Akita dog. Dressed as minimally as any of the other guards and bouncers, he wore a black security shirt, and a matching jock that clutched the flaccid, curled length of his cock and the supremely large outlines of his balls, making them painfully apparent.

Grinning a big, toothy smile, Tad's gleaming white teeth and pink gums appeared in sharp contrast to the earthy blacks and browns of his head fur, just as that fur contrasted with the tan and white that made up the rest of his coat. "You gonna fess up, or what?"

"Uhhh," mumbled the wolf, fidgeting against Reed's hard, warm body, "a-are you guys gonna hurt me?"

Reed and Tad shared a grin, and then the Akita leaned down low, intentionally bumping noses with the wolf. After snorting hot air on the wolf's snout, he growled, "It'd serve you right, seeing's how you think it's all right to go smacking asses and calling names."

"I didn't smack any asses...!" the wolf growled, putting on an indignant scowl and a frustrated blush.

"I saw it on the security footage," Tad growled back, losing the grin, replacing it with a deadly glare.

"Fuckers," the wolf hissed, recoiling and pressing back against Reed. "Whatever, throw me out, this club blows anyway."

Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, Reed dragged the wolf off to the back exit. It was bad for the club's image to throw someone out of the front door. Some other fun symbolism was that the back exit was where they took the trash.

Following along closely, keeping an eye on the seemingly compliant wolf, was Tad.

--3

After shoving open the one-way back door, Reed braced a hand between the wolf's shoulders and gave him a push through the threshold, out into the Spring night. He was about to say something to the effect of and don't come back here, but the wolf wasn't done making a nuisance of himself.

Reaching back, swinging with well-groomed and therefore harmless claws, he swiped at Reed's shirt and fell back holding it.

Although the wolf weighed maybe as much as Reed's arm, the desperate attack caught the ram off-guard, and he stumbled through the threshold, almost falling on his attacker, which would have easily put the wolf in the hospital.

Catching himself shortly after his shirt gave way, and the wolf staggered to the ground clutching a shred of it, Reed acknowledged the damage with an annoyed grimace, one he quickly turned on the attacker.

Tad followed quickly, and it took him less than a second to piece together what had happened; he found himself mentally commending Reed for not introducing the wolf to the business end of a hoof. "One of those guys, huh?" he smirked at Reed, who shook his head and sighed back.

"Y'know," Reed said to Tad, but speaking down at the wolf (who stayed where he was, seated and cornered between the adjacent building and a dumpster), "this guy's lucky we're not the kinda guards who beat the shit out of troublemakers, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Tad said, glaring down at the wolf, "real lucky."

Then sporting a smirk that frightened the wolf into splaying back his back his ears, Reed said, "My folks always tried to teach me that the punishment ought to match the crime."

Laughing maliciously at the notion of what was coming, Tad watched Reed lift the wolf up by his scruff, handling him like a sniveling little pup.

Holding on tightly, but in no harmful way, Reed clapped his free hand down on the wolf's ass in a rough spank, and he squeezed the unlucky ass cheek without lifting his hand; the fact that the wolf yelped made him smile evilly.

"You son of bitch!" the wolf moaned, grabbing first at Reed's hand on his scruff, then at the other on his ass. "Don't you fucking touch me!"

"What do you think, Tad?" Reed said, glancing over to the Akita, who was grinding his paws together in an unsavory way.

"Hm?" Tad mumbled, drawing his eyes off the squirming little wolf to meet Reed's. "What do I think?"

Reed grinned. "Yeah. What do you think?"

Tad grinned back. "I think the little faggot was asking for it."

Splaying back his ears fully, his features blanching, the wolf suddenly went silent.

"I'm betting anything, with that nasty little mouth," Tad said, sliding down his jock strap, "that you can suck one hell of a dick." Menacing even at half-mast, the Akita's blunt-tipped, pre-dribbling penis had to have been every bit of thirteen inches. Colored an off-pink, fleshy hue, with fluff-furred white balls underneath it, it was beautiful and masculine, just as he was.

Grasping his flesh, pumping and groping it right before the wolf's snout as a very real threat, Tad asked Reed, "You got any rubbers on you?"

"No pockets," Reed shrugged, "no rubbers." Handing the wolf off to Tad, he said, "Back in a few."

Left alone with the wolf, Tad pressed him against the brick of the building. Just as hard as that were his muscles, and these were also pressed flush to the lupine - and so was his by-then fully-erect cock, grinding up on the lupine's stomach, smearing its' pre into his shirt. "You really picked the wrong club to be a fuck in," he warned.

"Oh, oh shit," the wolf stammered, trying to wriggle free, but that wasn't going to happen. "Y-you're not gonna hurt me, you can't," he whined.

Tad smiled tightly, dry-humping on the wolf harder still. "If that's what you wanna tell yourself."

Reed came out the back door again minutes later, this time with a handful of colorful condom packets in his hand. "Heh, check it out," he smirked, "fruit flavored."

Shoving the wolf onto the ground, again into that little nook between the wall, the dumpster, and their hard bodies, Tad grabbed a packet and ripped it open. Quickly, he rolled the condom down his hard shaft, its' latex a bright red hue. "Hope you like strawberries, bitch."

Snatching up the wolf again, lifting him to his knees, Tad literally smacked his cock against the wolf's cheek, dazing him. "Open up," he grinned, and when the lupine fearfully, but obediently did so, the Akita rammed his manhood inside with a deep moan.

--4

With both paws on the back of the wolf's head, Tad abused his grip and the lupine's muzzle by ruthlessly facefucking the troublemaker. Each and every pound of his hips made those low-hanging balls of his smack up into the wolf's throat, and each smack was hard enough to have the wolf gagging and wincing - there was just that much weight and force behind the dog's balls.

No matter what he could have tried, the wolf was completely helpless. Tad's cock had his jaws parted so wide that he couldn't leverage any strength to bite - although that would've gotten him killed in an alleyway (or at least close to it), and he knew that.

Even unrestrained - Reed wasn't holding his wrists, or even participating at this point - he couldn't stop the Akita. Bracing both paws on the dog's hips did nothing but slow him down a little, and it just made him put even more force behind those harsh thrusts. Acknowledging the futility made him put his paws on his knees, his position appearing like complacency, but it was only bitter acceptance.

Insensitive to the wolf beyond him being a hole to fuck, Tad kept rutting, grunting and panting in healthy exertion, his tongue flopped out of his mouth. Down in the wolf's neck, where his plus-sized meat made an incredible bulge, the reservoir of his strawberry-tasting rubber filled with slippery pre.

Stepping around into the corner, behind the action, Reed pressed his muscular ass against the cold brick of the adjacent building. Without fanfare, he smacked his uncut cock on top of the wolf's head and left it there. Wrapped in yellow, presumably banana-flavored latex, he grinned at the Akita, "You look like you're about to bust a nut, think you ought to pace yourself?"

Shaking his head and slopping his long tongue back into his maw, Tad reaffirmed his grip on the wolf's head, his knuckles shifting under Reed's shaft. "Nuh-uh, I can jizz five times in a row if I wanna. If this little dick wants to stick it in boys half his size, I'm gonna show him how the fuck it's done!"

And he was certainly doing just that. Reaming the wolf's throat so roughly actually made the lupine cry, and he began to paw at the dog's hips again; not to strong-arm him into stopping, but as a pitiful appeal.

Not caring, and in fact not even noticing the touch, Tad just pounded away, putting his weight into every thrust, his snarls hot and heavy, his curled tail wagging in sheer excitement. "Fu-u-uck yeah," he grunted through clenched teeth, gripping the wolf's head hard enough to bruise. Like filling a water balloon, his massive cock gushed with an orgasm, bloating and distending the flavored latex with canine seed.

Grunting in release, savoring the thrill of dominating a no-good patron, Tad held the lupine's head up flush to his loins, and he made sure the wolf felt every throb of his cock, each one accompanied by another virile deposit into the condom.

Only when he was satisfied (for the time being) did Tad pull back, dragging the bloated end of the condom up and out of the wolf's throat, making him gag and cough when it popped loose and into his mouth.

When the Akita stepped back, the wolf fell to his knees, and he coughed and wheezed, meanwhile refusing to sob despite crying. "You fuckers," he rasped, "my throat feels like someone shoved their fist down in it!"

Peeling off the condom and tossing it aside (where it landed with a conspicuous splat!), Tad immediately took a fresh one from Reed and started to roll it down his still-hard shaft. This one was lime in color and taste.

Tugging the wolf up to his feet, then hastily yanking his pants off, and finally picking him up and sandwiching him with Tad, Reed grinned, "Your ass is gonna feel even worse, trust me."

--5

"What are you gonna do?" the wolf quaked, wriggling ineffectually between the unstoppable studs.

Cooperating with Reed, shifting the wolf and maneuvering his cock up against the ram's, Tad grinned, "You ever heard of sticking two hotdogs in one bun?"

As horrible realization washed over the wolf, Reed and Tad both poised their enormously thick, latex-wrapped cocks against the tiny pucker of his asshole. Just one of them would have so thoroughly gaped him that he'd be sitting on pillows for weeks; both of them at once was incomprehensible. It was insane.

"Oh, no," he bleated, writhing harder, starting to panic and whelp. "No! I'm so fucking sorry! I won't ever do it again!"

"You're gonna be lucky if you ever walk again," Tad grunted under his breath.

Otherwise ignoring the wolf's pleas, the two studs ground up against his clenching asshole, and they held him not entirely still, but at least where they needed him. "So, ever been buttfucked?" Reed briskly asked, grinding a little harder than Tad, the blunt tip of his cock earning some purchase, gouging the lupine inwards and open just a bit.

Grimacing at just this slight stretch, the wolf said, "Yeah, but... But not like this!" Still hoarse from Tad's abuse, he sounded pitiful, each word a strangulated whimper, every syllable meant to make the guards show some mercy, but there was none in their actions.

"Better do some deep fuckin' breathing, bitch," Tad rumbled, reaching down with one paw, holding the lupine bitch up by a leg with the other. Grasping his member against Reed's, he ground up in near-unison with the ram, and with that same coordination - aided by both of Reed's hands on the wolf's hips - they pulled the squealing bitch downward.

The unlikeliness of two such massive, horse-embarrassing cocks entering a pucker so undersized and snug was defeated by raw aggression on the parts of the guards. Grinding upwards with no concern for the pain they put the troublemaker in, they somehow spread him open.

Reed and Tad were neck-and-neck as far as their cock sizes went. Reed had an inch more in length, but Tad was imperceptibly thicker; at any rate, their shafts were each as thick as one of the wolf's thighs.

Feeling those two members parting him so wide, stretching his unaccustomed asshole into such a massive oblong, the wolf had no reply that was sufficient. As if he were in shock, his eyes were wide, his ears were splayed back, and his teeth were clenched and bared. The entirety of his body (even his own cock) was rigid, and all he really did was snatch for short gasps of breath and paw aimlessly at Tad's shoulders and chest.

It was by some miracle that the wolf didn't tear or bleed, but the pressure on his insides was incredible, the bulge in his gut apparent to see.

When Reed and Tad both more-or-less reached their hilts (the angle with which they entered the wolf and the way their genitals met stopped them from entering completely, but given what was already inside the wolf, the last few inches of either cock was negligible), they sighed and chuckled, sharing half-lidded gazes over the fidgeting wolf.

"Heh," Tad sniggered, "we actually fit."

"Yeah, we did," Reed said, sounding a little bit surprised. "And look at this," he smirked, reaching between the bodies of Tad and the wolf, grabbing and squeezing the lupine's throbbing, pink member. Pre drooled from the blunted tip, most of which just soaked into either his fur or Tad's. "Hard as a rock."

Grimacing at the squeeze, that sudden pleasure forcing his anal walls to squeeze tight, the wolf hissed, "Fuck you! I'm not hard 'cause I like this...!"

"Hold up, fuck us?" Tad mused, quirking his jowls into a grin. "That sure as shit doesn't sound right, does it?" he asked Reed.

Shaking his head, grinning, Reed spoke, "Nope - neither of us is the guy with a combined two feet of dick up under his tail."

Tears streamed down the wolf's face, and yet his cock wouldn't stop throbbing; pain and humiliation aside, having those supremely huge members inside of him was putting pressure on flesh he'd almost forgotten about. "Fuck you, you assholes," he whined.

"I really don't think this guy gets how this works," Tad darkly chuckled. "Let's just show him."

--6

Double-penetrating a squirming little wolf took more choreography than your typical back-alley fuck, but Reed and Tad were up to the task. Stepping back, scraping his hooves on the concrete, Reed pressed his hard ass against the dumpster, and Tad stayed close, keeping the wolf man-sandwiched.

With Reed then braced on the dumpster and leaning back, both guards started to roughly, but rhythmically bounce the wolf. As they lifted him up, his toes curled, his paws clenched into tight fists, and he trembled with pain and impotent rage.

Had they cared more, Reed and Tad could've given the wolf a more pleasant double-stuffing, but as it was, Tad let himself drift back a little as he bounced the lupine. Subtly, his member pulled away from Reed's, no longer pressing flush to it; it was hard to see that gap, but the wolf could feel the stretch, and his yowling cries hit a new peak. And the more he yelped and gasped, the more Tad drifted back; sometimes he drifted back in, just to give the wolf some false hope, but in the end, he'd pull back again, stretching the wolf wider and wider.

"Look on the bright side," Tad cooed with genuine pleasure, his tail wagging uncontrollably, "by the time we're done reamin' you, you'll be able to stuff your head even further up your own ass!"

Reed's sense of humor wasn't as sadistic as Tad's, but he got a good laugh out of that; it got no visible reaction from the wolf, only defeated silence.

"Uhn, damn," the ram growled after another moment of that fucking; with a nod to Tad, they started to bounce the lupine a little faster and harder.

Tad stopped pulling away, but by then, the wolf's asshole was completely wrecked anyway.

At the sudden change in pace, the wolf gasped, and - with nothing else to really do - he clung to Tad's hard body. For a time, there was just promising silence, no more squealing and screaming, but then it started up again. Beginning subtly, it was first only as a sharp gasp with each descent onto the guards, but then it began to shift into a yelp.

Getting tired of those noises fast (and distantly worrying that someone might call the police, though they could've easily swayed the law to their side), Reed clamped a meaty hand around the wolf's snout. After the initial whimper of shock, he went silent, save for more manageable grunts and shudders.

"Sweet, sweet silence," the ram sighed, smirking.

"Dunno about you, but I kinda like it when they squeal," Tad growled, though not with aggression toward Reed. Making up for the slack of Reed wielding the wolf one-handed, he started to throw his hips up into each drop of the sniveling bitch, smacking his massive balls into the ram's each time.

Blissfully rolling back his eyes and resting fully on the dumpster (making it scoot slightly with his muscular weight), Reed said nothing to Tad. Passively, he enjoyed the rise and fall of the wolf's body, as well as the more aggressive grind of Tad's cock against his, that frottage more stimulating than the worn-out asshole they shared.

Making good on his boast about his stamina, Tad's muzzle pulled into a pleasurable grimace. Teeth bared, ears splayed, and eyes squinted shut, it was truly the face of an orgasm. Ceasing the bouncing in favor of just holding the wolf bitch passively with Reed, he jackhammered that ill-behaved lupine; his hips moved so fast, his balls didn't even get to finish their formerly pendulous swings. That, however, became moot when they drew up to his body, and the sweet release overtook him again.

"Shit, shit!" Tad hissed through clenched, glistening teeth, squeezing so harshly on the wolf's hips that his fingertips left welts, eliciting squeals that came even through his forced-shut muzzle. For the second time that night, Tad massively bloated another condom, and as it filled. While cumming, he ground in to the very hilt, his crotch perfectly flush with Reed's as he snarled the praises of his own dominance.

Queer, unwanted pleasure overwhelmed the wolf when that magnum condom bloated up so incredibly inside of him. It put pressure on his already-strained anal walls, stimulating raw and tender flesh with its' warmth and malleable bulk. The rush of his climax was sudden, and he didn't want it, but there it was; he shot his seed onto Tad's hard six-pack, and his ass, though so incredibly gouged, clenched harshly on both males.

"Oh, what the hell?" Tad sniggered, though still huffing in his recent release. Easing back (but staying buried in the anally-ruined wolf), he reached down between their bodies, and he swabbed the gooey mess with his fingers. "Reed - check this shit out," he said lowly, holding up his sticky fingers for the ram to see.

Though a tiny one compared to the jizz factories those studs were, it was a load all the same, and Reed just tutted and shook his head with a big, broad grin on his snout. Unhanding the wolf's muzzle and idly grinding his still-unsatisfied cock into that ass, he remarked, "You got off on this, huh?"

"It's not what you think," the wolf answered, panting heavily, his head hung in shame.

Tad slipped out of the wolf; though the bitch would have liked to pretend it was a painful and awkward exit, the truth was that the Akita only barely touched the sides by then.

After stepping back a few paces, Tad peeled the bloated rubber off of his cock. Dangling it in front of the wolf like a hypnotist might, he said, with a jaunty grin, "You're telling me - this is an orgasm. I don't think that dribble from your little dick qualifies."

--7

His erection finally going flaccid (but remaining imposing), the Akita sat on the back step of the club, and he unabashedly watched Reed finish up with a smile on his face.

"No more, please," the wolf whined, writhing in the ram's grasp.

"Shut your fucking mouth," Tad warned, "we got some horny-as-fuck stallions inside. If you're thinkin' your ass can't get any looser, you're dead wrong."

Reed smirked and nodded at Tad appreciatively, and only a moment later he bent the wolf over the very dumpster he'd been leaning on; thankfully, the lid was closed.

Starting to smoothly, but efficiently fuck that squirming, gasping wolf bitch, Reed remarked, "What'd you say earlier, Tad? Two wieners in one bun?"

The Akita sniggered. "Something like that - what about it?"

Smacking his hips up into the wolf's bruised ass cheeks, manhandling him by the shoulders, the ram grinned, "It's like a hotdog down a hallway now. I almost feel bad - you wanna see if we got a pillow we can send him home with?"

"You motherfucker!" hollered the wolf, not with a defiant snarl, but a tearful warble.

"Maybe yours later," Reed noncommittally grunted, "as long as her ass isn't as loose as yours is."

He'd just gotten off twice in such rapid succession, but Tad's cock was swelling up again; he started to slowly pump his naked, pink flesh, using the still-drooling slime of his recent orgasm as lube. "Yeah, fuck that little dick," he muttered under his breath, grinning.

Pressing down on the wolf's shoulders, Reed made it difficult (but not impossible) for the wolf to breathe. Each slap of his hips was rough and rowdy, his balls swinging in a big arc, sometimes swatting dully into the side of the dumpster; the wolf's didn't hang low enough to be in their path.

Despite how loose the wolf was, he still had some elasticity, and his rear had tightened up enough around Reed's big cock that the ram started to huff and shudder with pleasure; though he was slower to get to his climax, being nowhere near as sexually active as the Akita, his orgasms were always worth waiting for.

From behind, Reed looked truly magnificent as his hard, chiseled ass clenched, the cheeks grinding against one another with each push inward. When he pulled back, they always relaxed, and Tad caught glimpses of the hot, pink pucker between them. Another time, he thought, he'd have to introduce that muscular ass to his big, long tongue, and the idea saw him pump his cock a little bit faster.

"Goddamn, I'm gonna cum," Reed groaned out lowly, letting up on the wolf, but not by much.

"Thank god," the wolf huffed under his breath, but Reed caught it anyway.

"Hey, maybe you'll learn not to be such a little cocksucker from now on, huh?" the ram answered, driving home his point with a few especially harsh pounds of his hips, earning familiar yelps and cries from the wolf.

In silence, save for Reed's huffing and the wolf's low, infrequent gasps, the ram ramped up his fucking much like Tad had. The curve was much more gradual, taking place over the course of minutes instead of seconds, but in the end, he was putting the final, brutal touches on that destroyed behind.

When the bliss of his orgasm finally struck, Reed drove in to the hilt in just one more thrust, then he threw his head back with a snort of pleasure. Deep inside of the wolf, he bloated his condom hugely, that sweetly-flavored rubber swelling up with a very salty mess. In the excitement of the release, even the wolf groaned lowly, as if in pleasure; if that's what it really was, neither stud knew or cared. At that point, Reed didn't even remember what they were raping him for.

"Ah, yeah," the ram hissed, pulling his thick, uncut cock back, the reservoir of the condom exiting with a squishy slop a moment later. Gravity tugged it down and off of the ram's rapidly softening cock, and it splattered onto the concrete, saving the ram the trouble of peeling the latex off.

Harshly and suddenly, he smacked the wolf on the hip, earning one more dull cry from him. Reed then folded his arms across his chest, and he glared down at the bitch. "Now, get the fuck out of here."

While the wolf very awkwardly grabbed his pants and pulled them on, Reed sat next to Tad, who was still stroking his cock, though he was nowhere near another climax.

Watching the wolf hobble off down the alleyway, ears flat, the Akita grinned. "That was fun."

"Hah. Tell me about it." Reed paused, turned, and looked at Tad with a coy smile. "Happy hour's in about fifteen minutes. Let's find some more troublemakers."