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You know I don't always try to pick up at the gym. Sure, plenty of times I spot some guy, toned, got that spark of something you know? That spark of sex, a light in their eyes, a way they move their ass and their hips. Poking their sheath forward like begging for attention.

Most of them don't know it, of course, straight as a die and yet there they are, leaking testosterone and musk in the locker room with the tip of their cock leaking too. I kind of like those ones the most. Of course, getting them across the line can take some work. Most nights I don't bother, much as I'd love some straight ass. I had plenty to call on when I wanted it. Still, sometimes, a new one took my fancy, and I decided to pursue.

Like that tiger a month ago, now he was fucking sweet. Poor guy couldn't keep his eyes off my bod, and when I gave him a show, my special stallion show, his voice and his eyes and his sweet fucking scent of aroused kitty gave him away.

Never had a guy moan so much as when I took kitty's cherry. First with my tongue, then with my fingers, then with my stallion cock; fuck he was loud and yeah, appreciative too. Just needed the right persuasion to be the cock slave he always knew he was deep inside.

I miss him. He had to fuck off back to his parents' place for a month, right after I double teamed him with his lioness girlfriend. You know, watching her peg his ass with a strap-on while I muzzlefucked the cat boy almost got me as worked up as taking his straight boy ass. Almost.

Got a date with the lioness tomorrow night, just the two of us. Pussy is beginning to grow on me a little after that night, especially pussy pussy.

Today though, I get the feeling again. The shimmy in my tail when I'm drying off after the shower. All my muscles still popped, just a hint of burn in my pecs and shoulders and quads. I upped my weights today, been finding it too easy, and I almost overdid it. Almost.

But fuck, feeling your arms give out on those last couple of reps, then pushing through and nailing the set, that feels hot. Even hotter is seeing some cute twinky straight boy, one of those wide eyed college freshman types, watching you with envy and just a little hint of pink tongue slipping from his muzzle. Had one of those on the bicep curls next to me on my last set of bench presses, a fucking cute little deer; after I let the bar settle in the brackets with a little groan and turned my head, I saw him. Took him a moment to realise too, not before I caught the slight bulge in his sweats though, and gave him a winning smile and a nod of encouragement. Pretty light weights, but you had to start somewhere, and he looked as fresh and sweet as new mown hay.

Now I'm in the locker room and I'm getting the feeling. I'm facing the lockers, my one open as I reach for my street clothes to change. The towel is around my waist and my back to the room, that perfect V of muscle there to admire. I let the muscles flex a little, and subtly pull my towel off and let it drop to the bench, but keep fooling around in the locker. Meanwhile, my tail twitches again, and my mane sizzles with the feeling. Someone watching; someone admiring.

I let my nostrils flare a bit, sampling the room, looking for that musk that tells a horny male has me in his sights. It's a little surprising; I expected deer, that cute as fuck buck from the bicep curl machine, but I don't catch deer in my headlights. Nope, this is something else, and I can't help but nicker at the scent. Wolf; mature, sweaty, leaking wolf.

I don't want to scare this one off too much, so I just keep playing with shit in my locker a moment. I've got my moves though, and they never fail. Hooves spread a little, opening up my groin, then tail raised just so innocent yet perfect for my needs. I can hear a hiss as he draws in a shuddering breath, and I grin my most feral grin. One wolf in the cross-hairs.

My hooves spread a little more, and I prop myself against the lockers with one hand, letting the other pick up the towel and finish drying. I raise my tail, nice and high, the tip just twitching a little and rub my ass imagining it's his paw rubbing instead. My cock drops nicely from my sheath, long, thick, filling with blood, a cock any stallion would be jealous of. He gets the rear view first, wide spread muscled cheeks, long black soft velvet crevice, low hanging balls above an even lower hanging cock. Most of all though, he gets to see tailhole.

Horny wolf studs love the sight of stallion tailhole. It's like something they can't resist, it just hits them. I've had a few, well, more than a few, and my pucker got them all even more than my cock or my body. Wolves have this cute tight little wrinkled pucker, and it's sexy as shit for me. Spreading one of those with my flare, I can feel every muscle in his body shaking and nothing beats the sight of a stud wolf's face as he feels that poor little wolfy hole taken by a stud horse.

On the flip side though, the muscled ridge of a stallion ass, with a big fat inviting donut, seems to drive a wolf crazy, gay, straight, bi, or fucking unconscious.

Yeah, there's a reason though I guess. Knot; what wolf stud doesn't love feeling his knot taken in something built for it, something built just right to open wide and yet grip tight and lovingly. One glimpse of my dark fat pucker and any stud wolf knows it too; his knot aches, and his mind goes blank for anything else.

This one was there, I could tell. As I flexed my cheeks, opening wider and making my donut wink, he hissed again, and I got a nosefull of that musk. Sweet, tangy musk from a mature wolf ready to slam his knot into a waiting hole and breed.

I know what you're thinking. I'm a top, right. Well, generally you're right on that. Trouble is, I have a weakness, and knot is my kryptonite. Turns this dominant top stud into a whiny needy bottom bitch. Much as I love spreading a stud wolf's tunnel, even more I love knot, ripping open my pucker and filling me up. Nothing carries that sense of danger and total fucking heat quite like a knot buried in your ass, and a feral snarling wolf muzzle biting your neck. If you haven't tried it, do it once before you die, trust me.

My ears are flicking now, listening. No sounds from wolf guy, just heavy breathing. I've got his attention, time for the next act.

I turn slow, not wanting to spook him. My cock hangs low, twitching and swaying, a drop of precum just dangling from the tip. I keep my head down first, my towel continuing the pretense of drying off, though I'm getting myself wetter not dryer with every rub. Cupping my sack, giving the boys a good fondle and pulling them forward so wolf guy can cop a look. Then 'drying' my cock until it slaps hard on my belly.

Still no sounds except heavy breathing.

I lift one eye, testing. There he is; wolf all right, black fur with a silver stripe across his head and a hint of grey on his chin. He's got the hottest little goatee, all salt and pepper. He's not that tall, way shorter than me, but broad and solid, like a barrel. Wide chest bulging with a pair of fat nipples surrounded with big brown areolae, and a flat belly without much definition. A bit of a paunch, but nothing much, more a musclegut. I can see his hips above the low slung top of his sweats, and the hint of a thick bush of dark pubes poking above the hem, leading to a nice treasure trail of dark wavy wolf pelt running the length of his belly and stopping in a dense forest between his pecs. His chest bush has some salt and pepper too, nice contrast to his black coat still shining with the remains of his shower.

Finally I get his eyes. He's watching me all right, looking, but he's no tyro like tiger boy. This one is watching calm, almost bored, with his muzzle working some gum all nonchalant. He screams confidence, and control. My tail twitches a little harder, as I straighten up and give him a smile. He just raises an eyebrow and keeps watching, and working the gum in his muzzle.

His bulge isn't nonchalant though. There's a thick fucking throbbing mass in his sweats, and a dark patch on the grey fabric. Wolf guy wants. Wolf guy needs.

I'm still grinning as I turn back to my locker, giving him a final show. I raise my left hoof onto the bench, spreading my crack even wider. My cock slaps against the bench, and my ass winks at him, inviting my wolf stud to come play. Then I play hard to get, pulling my street clothes from the locker and dressing. Jeans, wifebeater, leather jacket. I give him a smile and a wink on the way out. Takes him a second to realise I not wearing any underwear; no boxers or jocks in that slow teasing dressing. It's all me under the jeans.

Course, I don't leave. Lingering by the water fountain next to the reception desk, I chat up the hot otter girl on duty. She's wearing this taut pink number, a one piece lycra workout suit. I give her my best charming stallion impression, eyes zeroing in on her tits nice and perky under the fabric. I watch the nipples harden just a little as we flirt, and I can see her checking out my bulge. Maybe one day...only room for one pussy in my life at a time though, and the dommy lioness is more than I can take. The claw marks on my shoulders still hurt.

"Hey"

There he is. My ploy worked all right. Nothing gets a straight guy interested in some guy on guy action to cut to the chase faster than chatting up a hot chick in front of them. Gets the competitive juices flowing; and other juices too.

The musk is there, a little masked by deodorant, but I can still smell it. Wolves leak musk like almost no other species. He motions to the water fountain, and I back off letting him take a good long drink, that pink wolf tongue lapping up the drips from his chin when he's finished. I reach out to take one last drop from the tip of his goatee, sitting there just begging for a touch. His fur feels nice and rough on my finger.

That breaks the stony faced warrior wolf routine. He smiles, showing off his teeth. Hot fucking incisors on this wolf guy. I try not to imagine them nibbling my cock head, but fail. My cock jerks alive in my jeans.

We try some small talk, the usual sizing up. He's just joined the gym, moved close in the last week. Broke up with his girlfriend, wanted a new start. I give him a knowing smile in return and adjust my package through the jeans. Why is it always straight guys who are the hottest? And the most obvious; if he wanted to advertise he was available right off the bat, he might as well have painted it on his forehead with phosphorescent ink.

We agree to go get a drink, there's a bar near the gym that's not bad. One of my favourites, I've had some epic nights there. And the bartender is a hot as fuck bull who loves taking it bent over the bar after a few absinth once the last customers have gone for the night. Fuck the smell of absinth gets me hard just from the anticipation, even though it tastes like shit.

Wolf guy has the stone face back again, bored and in control, though there's a little twitching at the corner of his mouth that tells me it's mostly an act. We wander into the bar, and I give the bull a casual wave. He looks disappointed, but he knows I will be back. Maybe no absinth tonight though, if this wolf checks out.

We take a small booth and settle in to a good dudebro session. He's even hotter in the warm yellow glow of the lighting in the bar, and his eyes kind of twinkle. I let him pour out his frustrations at the girl who did him wrong. Then the clincher.

He's a cop. Ole Amanda, his foxy chick, couldn't hack the shiftwork though, never seeing her stud wolf. She walked out, left poor wolfy hanging. Dave; poor, hot, Dave, my wolfy guy, all alone and needy. One needy, horny, daddy cop. Perfect.

"Damn shame wolf...damn shame."

"Too fucking right."

I let one innocent stallion hand find his thigh under the table then. Just casual like, a gentle squeeze. Bro sympathy, but I let it linger too, and rub towards his crotch. His paw suddenly clamps down on my hand, but he doesn't move me off, just holds me there. Promising.

"So...do you know how to fuck better than that bitch of a fox, Pony?"

Now he has my attention.

Wolfy still has his bored look, but there's a heat in his eyes too, all feral wolf. I nod staring into those deep pools, and he nods back satisfied. Dave is no blushing virgin like my tiger boy. He can almost even say what he wants. Almost.

"Yeah I can fuck mate. Or be fucked..."

The smile gets a thousand watts warmer.

Turns out wolfy got into some dude sex in the police academy with one of his best mates, and he's had his moments ever since. Even while he was with Amanda; as the beers get to him and he starts to unwind, I get more details on his misadventures. Amanda caught him once, and made him suffer for it. Tied ole Dave up with his own handcuffs, and pegged his ass till he promised never again. He stayed faithful, and she walked out anyway.

Now wolfy cock has years of pent up need for dude ass to work out. And there's no ass like stallion ass for that.

We head out, both boned, and I wink at the bull. He's staring at my groin, all blushing and jealous. I tell him to have some absinth ready for Saturday; I feel like some bull riding this weekend.

Wolfy has another surprise for me. A nice big bike, Kawasaki, the one thing his girlfriend let him waste money on. Riding one of these is always a pleasure, especially behind a big wolf who knows how to ride it to the limit. He tells me he doesn't have a spare helmet for an equine, so I'm just going to have to hang on tight. Fine by me; with my mane streaming behind, the ride is twice as hot. With my workout backpack on I slide in behind him and grip his chest, fingers sliding under his leathers.

My first ever wolf had a bike, not as flash as this one. He was the elder brother of one of my mates from football, and he was a total stud in my eyes. I would go around to my mate's place after practice, and we'd do homework, shoot the breeze, hit the gym in his garage and try to outdo each other on the bench press. I always won.

One time I came round and Cam wasn't there, but his hot bro came home instead, his arrival signalled by the steady sexy four stroke throb of his bike. He offered to get me a drink, and I obliged smiling my best come here and fuck me smile as he pulled a beer from the fridge, winking at the sheer badness of getting his underage bro's mate drunk. If he was trying to get me loosened up for something, he needn't have worried. I could smell his musk, I'd smelt it a few times when I went over to see Cam, and I figured I knew what it meant.

It sure did. When we got naked on his bed, he turned into a proper little bitch in heat, and I got my first taste of wolf ass, that sexy little wrinkled pucker so fine around my tongue. I tested him out, seeing how much I could ram into his ass and then sawed in an out until he had his first cum just from being eaten. Then I spread him with my flare and heard the whimpering howl of a wolf bitch being stuffed with stallion cock. One of my favourite sounds. I came to associate the two sounds after that, the deep throb of his bike when he rode round to see me on the sly, and the high pitched howl of a wolf ass getting broken. Cam never worked it out; he was one hot uptight number but so fucking dumb.

I wondered if I'd get that from my cop wolf, but I doubted it. If I had picked him right, I was getting something even better.

His place wasn't far and pretty basic. Just a lounge/kitchen in one, and a bedroom with a small bathroom. He went in for simple did wolfy, at least in his domestic arrangements. I hoped he didn't in the sack.

We stood in his lounge while he brought me a beer, and we cheersed and took up our places on the sofa. I rubbed my thigh on his, and we talked about nothing, before I decided to speed things up. Downing my beer in one hit, I reached for his thigh again, like I had in the bar, but this time I rubbed all the way up to his groin. Wolfy just grinned back and leaned his head back on the sofa cushion as my hand clasped around his stiff wolfcock through the fabric.

I jacked him nice and slow; no need to bring him to the edge too fast. His head lolled backwards, still looking contented, and his tongue sort of flopped out, my wolf stud panting a little as I sped up.

Then I reached for his belt and undid the clasp, and he looked down again, that deep twinkle in his eye. I gave him a questioning stare, and he lifted his ass, allowing me to pull his jeans down and past his knees. That was fine for now, I had what I needed; wolf cock and sheath and balls.

And knot.

He was hard, aching hard already. His knot had swollen with his cock, a big red angry ball. His cock was thick but not too long, not like mine anyway. It had a perfect tapered tip, already dripping some clear pre, and the shaft was veined and hard. The knot though; fuck I hadn't seen one this big before. Red, veined too like his cock, and it kind of twitched when I ran a fingertip across it. A big round mass over the even bigger mass of his balls, jiggling in a well furred sack that tensed and relaxed as I gripped his cock and jacked nice and slow.

Dave took a swig of beer and watched, not talking, not moving, just letting me go for it. It was one of the things I loved about older guys. They were content to let you do your best, saving energy for the long hard fucking, and too wise for nervousness. Time enough to finish his beer, and enjoy a long muzzlefuck first.

My flexible equine lips were up to the task. I took his tip in my muzzle first, drawing my first hiss from his muzzle since the locker room. Just that fine red tip, so many nerve endings all concentrated in one spot. I used lips on the soft flesh just under his tip, and a tongue to just caress the very end. No more hissing then, wolfy let out the sexiest deep guttural moan as I savaged his cock end with sensations. While he was getting used to that, my hands went to work, stroking his knot, feeling it swell even larger if anything, while I cupped his sack. Those balls felt incredible, I had to fondle them a while.

He finished his beer, dropping the can to the floorboards with a clang, but he didn't notice. Not much of a housekeeper was Dave; which was fine by me. Guys should be messy. His cock was messy enough by now too, drooling a constant stream into my muzzle. I wanted something else though, and wondered if he would let me. I wanted some wolf pucker, that perfect wrinkled little bud.

Gripping his thick right calf, I pulled his leg up, while he gave a slight grizzling woof. He slid back on the sofa a bit, and his ass slid forward and tilted back. Perfect; I had my target zone, as his legs spread a bit and his tail flopped onto the floor. Kneeling down, I sniffed under his balls while he used his paws on my head, running claws through my mane and stroking my cheek almost gently. I sniffed again, the let my tongue go to work, lapping at the base of his scrotum before licking all the way from his balls across his tailhole.

His body went rigid, and his paws clenched on me, pulling painfully on my mane. I just kept licking, feeling that little pink ring dance under my tongue. His smell was so strong here, right under his balls. Sweat, musk, cum, essence of wolf. I gripped his knot and squeezed, getting my first howl.

Fuck he reminded me of the second wolf I ever fucked, the one after Cam's bro. I told you about him last time, my coach. He was the hottest fuck of my life, and also the one responsible for my knot fetish.

He had been a pro footballer until his back went, then he ended up coaching football in school and teaching Geography to make ends meet. About 40, with a couple of pups and a wife, and he still had a big body from his football days, if gone a bit to fat. He was one hot as fuck number though, but I thought he was straight as.

The bastard liked to ride my ass though. Extra laps at training, higher weights in the gym, drop and give me 20 pushups, and he would put one footpaw on my shoulders and make me push back against him while he screamed abuse. Yelling, baiting, cajoling, I seemed to bring out something in him, some deep inner anger, and I loved giving him back with casual arrogance and contempt. He was always staring, and he seemed to be staring with a burning hate.

Then I found out he was staring alright, but it wasn't hate he was burning with. I caught him eying me off in the showers, through a little hole in the wall of his office. I gave him a show, just like I gave wolfy here, then eyed him through the peephole.

When I went into his office after school, I knew what I wanted. It didn't matter he was old enough to be my dad, or that he was my coach. I knew he wanted me too, even if he didn't want to admit it. When I pulled his paw towards my cock he didn't resist. When I closed his fingers round my flare he couldn't resist the need to stroke. I knew I had him, and when I pulled his sweats down I got my first mature wolf bod to play with.

His cock looked just like Dave's, though his knot wasn't as big. He had one huge fat sack though, bulging and perfect to suck on, and he was way bigger than Cam's bro. I did suck his balls too, and tongued his tight pucker before I lay him back on his own desk and speared his fat ass with my cock. His howl was the biggest rush of my life till then, I had conquered my tormentor and made him my whining needy bitch. His knot fascinated me, and I loved watching it throb as I powerfucked a load from his balls, but I didn't know yet what it could feel like. Fuck I was in for a surprise.

Dave's howl reminded me of my coach, as much as his body did too. Same musk, same big muscles with a bit of padding, same grey in the fur. And the same tight little pucker between a well spaced set of broad ass cheeks.

Unlike my coach, at least at first, Dave wasn't into letting someone else take the lead. He used his grip on my mane to pull me up, and I didn't resist. He pulled me into a kiss, and I tasted beer on his muzzle as we tonguefucked, just as he got to taste his own ass. He didn't seem to mind, just growling at me to follow. He stood and pulled me into the bedroom, and started ripping clothes from his body. I followed suit, and we were soon standing naked and eying each other off.

He was leaking still, a single line of pre drooling from his cocktip to the floor. I wasn't far behind, my stallionhood twitching against my belly, coating fur with sticky excitement. Then he ordered me to lie on the bed, and I felt my body shiver. Yes, not like my coach, at least at first. Dave was a straight dom stud. My cock gave an extra shudder, sending a spray of fine precum across my belly.

I lay on the bed eyeing up my wolfy stud. He gave his cock a gentle stroke, using the precum from his tip to coat the shaft and the magnificent bulk of his knot. Then he climbed onto the bed with me, using his paws to rub all over my body, claws extended, roughly rasping over my skin, until he lay on top of me with our muzzles touching. Then we kissed.

He frotted against me as I moaned, rubbing that big mass against me, his cock rubbing against my flare, his knot touching my medial and my sensitive sheath. I gripped his ass, pulling him closer as we writhed against each other. No kissing now, nothing too intimate, just body on body and cock on cock. He nipped at my mane, then my ears, then my neck as I leaned back and he licked down my throat. The growl was back, deep in his throat as his cock flexed against mine.

With a snarl, Dave suddenly pulled off me, staring with his chest heaving, before he straddled my head, his ass against my muzzle.

"Fucking eat me out pony."

How was I to resist that?

I gripped his ass cheeks hard, wanting to punish him a little. It only made him snarl louder though, and run claws through my pubes in warning. Then I felt a claw rake my flare, sending me into spasms of need, but I wouldn't be taught. I dug my fingerhooves into his ass, pliant above the hard muscle underneath, and spread. His pucker still looked perfect, but now I could drive in to the hilt.

He howled again as I speared his ass with my tongue, and I pulled back and rammed in deeper until I finally kissed his taint, my lips spread to nuzzle the soft hairy crack and skin of his perineum. My rough tongue had his ass though, and I fucked him with it, seeking out his little wolf nut, that soft spongy prostate. I wanted cum, and I wanted him to know I had conquered his ass somehow, even if not with my cock.

Like Cam's bro, he was tight. Like Cam's bro, his ass fluttered like a bird. And like Cam's bro, once my tonguetip found his little nut and started to lick, he was mine. Ripples of contractions flowed down his tunnel, trying to expel my tongue. I pushed harder, eating out that deep musky funky hole until he howled a long screaming howl and I smelt wolf seed above the rich musk of wolf ass.

Big fat drops of spunk splattered along my body, from chest to belly to cock. I felt one land on my flare, drawing an answering spurt of precum. He howled again, as a second shot of seed flew from his cock and his ass tried to sever my tongue.

I got seven long streams of cum from wolfy before he stopped, and I ate his ass out even after until he pulled off me with a wild predator wolf look in his eyes and grabbed my ankles. He turned me over with ease like I was some perp being arrested, and suddenly I had my ass in the air and my tail up and my muzzle buried in the pillow.

"Assume the position Pony."

He reached for the bedside table and pulled out a bottle. I heard the flick of a top being popped, then felt the cool soothing touch of lube on my ass. Part of me wanted it dry, just his cum and spit for lube like my first time being fucked by a wolf. Yeah, it had been like that, hard and unplanned, and I wasn't in charge then either.

My coach was fun to play with, and having the hard assed bastard at my mercy got to me a bit. I would turn up in his office and just bend him over the desk and fuck him, leaving a coat of wolf cum all over his class assignments. Fuck he used to have to make up so many excuses why he lost their essays when I kept drenching them in wolf cum after I pounded a load from his balls.

I pushed it too far though, and I made my contempt obvious, in class and in the gym. The team started losing respect for him, and I kept pushing. One day, we were fooling around after practice. I'd stripped but not had my shower yet, just wearing my jock which only managed to highlight the size of my package and left nothing to the imagination. It also left my ass bare and open, but I liked that.

I was playing around, flicking my teammates on the ass with my towel as they tried to get me. The coach came in yelling at us to can it, and I just laughed at him. Taking careful aim, I waited for him to turn around and flicked his ass hard and perfect, right on the tailhole.

He went completely mental, twisting my arm behind my back and frogmarching me to his office. The yelling resumed when he closed the door, but I just grinned at him, ignoring. After all, he was my bitch right?

Then I pulled my cock from the side of my jock and started jacking it, all the while grinning at him. He was still yelling, eyes popping when he stopped and looked. Something snapped then, and before I knew it, I heard my first scary deep wolf growl, and felt my arm twisted again. This time, he kept up the pressure though, and threw me painfully over his desk. I was bent over, vulnerable and suddenly not so sure of myself.

He was still snarling when he pulled down his sweats and jock, and I felt the mass of a hard leaking wolfcock on my pucker. I raised my tail instinctively, and heard him spit on his paw. Rough fingers spread some on my ass then I felt a pressure and a burning and I was suddenly being filled with wolfcock. He was so thick, thicker than my first ever guy, a Percheron stud in my class, and fuck I felt every inch as he sank into my guts.

Then he bent over me, his muzzle open and wolf teeth bared in a snarl as he told me exactly how much of a little shit I was being and how much he had wanted to do this, while he fucked my ass without mercy and covered my muzzle with his paw to muffle my pathetic whimpering whinnies. I gripped the far side of the desk with white knuckles and just held on as he pounded away, biting down on my neck and slapping my ass every few thrusts. Soon I wasn't whimpering anymore though, and I spread my lips to let my tongue lap his fingers, suckling every last drop of delicious wolf precum from his digits.

Then it happened.

As he got wilder and harder, I could feel the slap of something against my taint every time he bottomed out. It wasn't his balls though, those were slapping into my sack. This was hot, and hard...and about the time I realised what it was, he gave one last wild snarl and rammed harder than ever. My ass, already sore and abused, suddenly opened impossibly wide as he stuffed his huge knot into me, spreading my anus wider than I thought possible, and sending nerves into overdrive.

Just as I felt him marking my guts with his cum, splattering all over my prostate, I lost it and creamed my jock, the flow going on in one continuous stream until sticky lines of horse spunk drooled from the little pouch of my jock and dribbled down my thighs.

Afterwards, he pulled out still swollen, making me cry out with worse pain than taking his knot in the first place. He staggered backwards, as if terrified of what he had done, and stared at me as I turned around, leaning back on his desk. I was hooked though, on knot but most of all on rough dom mature wolf stud. As I watched him stand, chest heaving, contemplating a trip to the slammer and the loss of everything he had for punishfucking one of his students, I calmly slid my jock off still dripping with my cum, and handed it to him before bending over his desk again, assuming the position I was to know well.

From then on I knew my place, at least with my coach. From then on, I knew I wanted knot. And, from then on, when we fucked, the first time I would be wearing my jock, and the second time he would hold it up to his muzzle while he fucked me, licking out my cum while he punished my ass. It was our little ritual.

I didn't have any rituals with Dave yet, of course. And I hadn't gotten Dave so worked up he had to fuck me hard and dry just to teach me my place. Yet.

Instead, I assumed the position like a good pony, while he worked slick lube all over my propped up ass. First he coated my donut, letting his fingertips enjoy the ridged wonder of an equine tailhole. Then he slid fingers inside me, two to begin with, just spreading my pucker and driving in to the knuckle, before a third joined in. Then he fingerfucked me, a slow steady rhythm as my cock jerked and flopped on the bed from all the stimulation in my ass. His clawtips kissed my prostate and I whinnied then, getting an ass slapping for my troubles.

A rough paw gripped my tail, pulling up hard, stretching the skin of my taint tight. I lifted my head and groaned, hearing a sexy deep wolf chuckle in response. Then he moved into position, just his tip teasing my donut. He pressed, harder and harder, and I opened up like a whore and took him inside.

"Yeah, such a good little Pony"

"Ohhhh fuck..."

He stopped, just letting his tip inside. I wanted more dammit, and I tried to push back but he pulled my tail hard making me stop and nicker in disapproval.

"Want more Pony?"

"Yes!"

"Yes officer!"

Ohhhh, wolfy liked roleplay. I loved some roleplay.

"Please Officer!"

"You gonna behave Pony bitch?"

"Yes Officer, I'll behave, just let me have your cock please!"

"Hehe good little Pony. Open wide..."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhfffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk..."

He slid in slow and steady, spreading my ass with that thick wolf truncheon. I would be a good citizen with this officer of the law, always ready to obey his orders if this was what I would get. Fuck it burned, as my tunnel spread and filled, and he kept on going. Then I felt his knot, that heavy mass touching my taint, and I turned into a complete fucking bottom bitch.

"Fuck me!"

"Yeah Pony..."

"Harder!"

*slap*

"Harder!"

*slap*

"HARDER! Tie me you cunt! Fucking let me have it!"

The bastard laughed and started rabbit fucking me, shallow and fast, and I moaned and whined and bit my own hand to stifle my babbling begging cries. His snarl was back, that deep sexy wolf snarl, that made my tail swish and mane tingle, and he slapped against my body, his hips and his big thighs moving like a well oiled fucking machine.

He pressed his thighs on the inside of my own, and I spread obligingly, lowering my ass as he leaned back and thrust up to meet me, and I pushed back to take him. The loud slap of hips on butt filled the room, along with the obscene slurp of cock in well lubed ass and the slap of a heavy set of balls swinging forward to kiss mine on each stroke. I was in heaven, needy, and oh so close.

Then came a loud guttural cry and I felt spreading warmth in my hole, bathing my nut in red hot cum and making my ass tingle. I was so close, oh so fucking close, and I yelled at him to keep going and tie me, but he stopped and chuckled again.

Bastard.

My coach had learned better. We had a deal; if he left me high and dry, the next fuck wouldn't be with him taking me over the desk again, snout buried in my creamy jockstrap. It would be with him bent over his own desk being reamed by me. And I would not be merciful, unloading at least twice into his red raw ass before I stopped, my coach a whimpering wreck covered in his own cum. He managed to avoid it mostly. Sometimes I think he did it deliberately though.

My cop wasn't about to give up his ass like my coach though, at least not yet. Instead he slid out of my twitching ass, and sat back on his haunches as I turned around angry now and horny.

"Hehe. Your ass is just way too fine Pony."

"You owe me knot cunt. You owe me a good fucking, and a hard tieing."

His eyes got that glint again. Progress

"Are you calling a police officer a cunt?"

"Cunt!"

He snarled and I felt wolf on me, pushing me back onto the bed. His jaws closed on my neck and pressed, almost drawing blood. I had a moment of panic, then I felt it.

He was still rock hard.

"Pony needs to be taught a lesson"

Well, Pony needs something at least.

His paws were back in the bedside unit, but this time he didn't pull out lube. Something much more interesting. Two pairs of handcuffs.

"Arms out and grip the bedposts pony if you know what's good for ya"

His wide feral wolf smile didn't allow for argument. Nor did the ache in my full balls. I closed my hands around the bedposts, and felt the kiss of metal, tight and unyielding and heard the click of handcuffs closed tight. I tested the bonds, and realised I was trapped.

"Bad Pony...very bad Pony..."

I spurted a long line of pre across my belly at the soft sigh of his words, and the sheer wicked grin on his muzzle as he said them.

This wasn't the first time I had been tied up. The last time with my coach I had been tied down over a weightlifting bench in the school gym while he fucked my tailhole for hours. He took enough Viagra to kill a waterbuffalo and gave me the hardest riding I ever had, fucking on and on until I had sprayed my balls all over the bench and the floor, emptied them four times, and still he fucked me. The wild dom wolf had been unleashed, and he loved teaching me a lesson unlike most he got to teach in his dead end job.

I had goaded him into it of course. On the very last play in our grand final match, I ignored his orders and took a long range shot, turning to grin into his face as the ball sailed through for a goal. He promised consequences.

My ass burned for a week and would kind of spasm at the thought of him for months afterwards. Those were the kind of consequences I loved.

Now my wolf cop had me where he wanted me, and I had goaded him into it too. I wanted him to lose it. I wanted that knot.

"I'm a bad Pony all right. But are you up to teaching me a lesson officer, or are you just another weak as piss pig without your badge and your gun?"

His eyes burned then, and he bared his teeth. Big thick arms grabbed my legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders as he crushed me under his bulk. I could see my hooves pointing to the ceiling, and a wide white gleaming grin from a wolf ready to make a point.

"Buckle up Pony..."

"Ahhhhh!"

He lined up with my dripping tailhole, teasing my clenching pucker with his tip, rocking his hips side to side to open me up, then slammed his hips down in one powerful move impaling me on his cock. I whickered into his ears as he rested in my depths, body touching mine, the feel of his coarse fur perfect on my softer coat. His chest rubbed over mine, and as he leaned back to produce another punishing thrust, lifting his big hot ass, I dived in to suckle his nipple, biting that hard nub as he growled and thrust.

My guts split like butter pierced by a knife. His tip grazed my prostate, pouring pleasure through my body. I bit harder, trying to drive him wild, and I succeeded, getting another growling snarl and a wild hard fucking motion that rippled through my ass. My wolf cop knew how to fuck all right. I think he knew by now that I did too.

His claws gripped my shoulders, raking over the scratches left by the tiger's girlfriend. The pain felt good, adding to the delicious burn in my ass. I lent my head back, finally letting the feelings control me and leaving it to my wolf stud to do his duty. It didn't take long.

He was licking down my throat, biting occasionally and hard, when he pulled out to the tip and hesitated a moment. I waited, transfixed, in that perfect suspended moment, and then he used every ounce of his strength, piledriving his body into mine. The gates were blown wide, my pucker screaming out as it spread and took that huge knot into my ass.

I expected him to cum then, while I shook with the feeling of total submission and his tip rubbed across my prostate. He was so deep, and so thick, and I finally let loose, covering our chests with cum.

He didn't stop though, and he didn't cum. He stayed inside, using his hips to rock inside me, ramming that massive ball of flesh deeper and back, deeper and back, just an inch or two of movement, but a completely ball bursting sensation inside my ass.

I screamed, and begged, and cupped the thick mounds of his ass to try to hold him still, but he just kept deep fucking me with his knot. My cock spurted again, as my prostate succumbed to the pummeling from his cocktip, and my anus clenched around his knot. That finally brought him to the end, and his head dipped towards my chest.

White wolf teeth flashed. His jaws closed, trapping my right nipple on the point of one of his incisors. Then he ground shut, and a sudden hot lancing pain shot through my nipple as I was pierced by a wolf, my blood showing red against the white of his teeth.

My back arched and I spurted again, forcing his cock even deeper as my whole body shuddered. I could feel his balls, bouncing against my swishing tail as he came, flooding my ass with hot cop seed for the second time. This time I had my knot though. I was one happy stallion.

When I opened my eyes he was still grinning down at me, with blood still dripping from his incisor. His tongue extended, licking at the blood and savouring its taste.

"Good enough Pony?"

"Fuck yeah...Officer!"

That got a warm smile, one matched by the twinkle in his eyes.

I got a second hard fuck out of my wolf stud, and a second tieing too, before I left with a pleasant burning ache in my ass. Before I left I stood before Dave, and reached back to feel my poor pucker, finding it jammed wide open and leaking wolf seed. I brought my fingertip to my muzzle and licked while I watched his eyes. He was trying to get that bored and controlled look back, his muzzle working on an imaginary stick of gum, but as my eyes glazed when I tasted his seed and my ass combined, I saw the burn in his eyes too, and his muzzle stopped just slightly open, a little pink tongue protruding.

Straight wolf stud was hooked. Trouble was, so was I.

I walked home whistling a little and fell into bed. When I woke up late next morning, still sore of ass and nipple, I found a small package on my doorstep.

A stainless steel nipple ring, a matching cockring, and a note.

"Be on my doorstep at midnight, and be wearing those rings. Both of them."

My mane shivered again, and my tail twitched, just like it did when I felt him watching me in the locker room. I knew I would obey the order. The lioness would have to wait.

God that knot felt good. How could I pass that up?

Besides, a final memory made me grin. Even as the sub, I find ways to make my mark. Like with my coach; our final time wasn't the final time I saw him, that was for sure.

I'd seen the young wolf around a few times, and we had faced off on the football field. He was a hot little fucker, and I had to concentrate real hard playing against him, his ass looked so inviting in those football shorts. The thing was, a few times I saw him looking at me the same way. And the musk; ahh the musk. On a footy field, you get sweat and all, but the musk tells its own story. Horny wolf; needy wolf. He was around our neighbourhood, and I kept an eye out for him, wondering. He liked to skate, and I started to flirt with him, making him want it.

Then one day just after our grand final and my date with my coach's cock, a bench, and some cable ties, I saw him being picked up after school from the private academy next to ours, and I knew.

I made sure to catch his eye at the skate park the next Saturday, showing him my best moves, as well as the smooth curve of the top of my ass, visible above the low slung line of my shorts. Little wolfie was entranced, and I managed to persuade him into taking me home with surprising ease. He was all shy and cute, but worried because his dad was a bit homophobic and he didn't want to be caught. Still, his dad would be away all afternoon.

We went to his bedroom, and I sucked him off before introducing him to the joys of rimming, teasing open his monumentally tight pucker in slow easy stages until he blossomed like a rose. Then I took him from on top, little wolfie laid on his cute little single bed with his rock posters and his Star Wars figures for company. He was so hot, the best wolf pucker ever. And I knew that position would be perfect, not too deep, just right to stroke his little nut with my flare on each gentle loving thrust, hips compressing his tight bubble butt and rubbing his cock against the sheets.

He was close to his second anal orgasm when I heard the door open, but I didn't look up straight away, just enjoying the feel of tight wolf hole milking my cock as I pushed him past the edge, long deep dicking strokes of stallion cock making the cute wolf under me howl and beg to be fucked more. The intruder didn't leave, he just stood through it. Perfect.

Eventually I looked up, as did little wolfie. Little wolfie tensed and whimpered. I just laughed.

"Hey coach. He's tighter than you, but I still think you were the better fuck."

He looked at me, kind of defeated. I saw what I wanted though, the big bulge in his sweats, from watching me deflower his pup. The youngest one, Graeme, who he always told us in class was so much more respectful than we were.

Bet there were a few explanations needed in that household that evening.

I reached into my pocket as I walked away from Dave's place, looking for the piece of paper. The one I found in his lounge room floor, a letter with an address, next to a photo. Messy wolf was Dave, but that was one think I liked about him. Still, I wondered how he would react when I sent him a selfie of me with Amanda. Quite the foxy chick.

Course, I would resist the temptation to fuck her if he gave me equal access to that awesome straight wolf ass as well as his knot.

"Hehe straight...fuck straight guys crack me up."

The young badger I had just passed on the road stared at me as if I was crazy, a wild stallion smelling of sex and spouting wild talk out of nowhere. I gave him the look and he blushed, scurrying away into the night. Maybe I was crazy.

Straight wolf knot did it to me every time.