For an insecure man, there's nothing worse than rejection. For a man such as Idris, sexual rejection was the worst kind-- especially from a cub.

"Idris, let's go over there! I wanna try the skill crane!"

The best word to describe Idris's emotions was 'frustrated'. Frustrated about his work, about his pent-up energy, but worst of all, about his charge, the kid he, a Maned Wolf, had been babysitting for the past month. The cub, a 10-year-old fox with mostly grey fur, bounded across the small marbled space of the local mall's food court and across to a set of fun little machines pressed up against a wall near to most of the major food outlets. Designed for kids, these machines were meant to entertain them...and they clearly did. The boy, Clarence, was very easily enthralled by them, and pressed his muzzle up to the glass, looking excitedly down at the prizes within. Exhaling harshly through his nose, Idris crossed the marbled floor to follow him, his form taller than any other individual at the mall, save a giraffe, if there was one. Maned Wolves were unnaturally tall, and Idris was no exception; standing at just a little over 7 feet, the tall canine could naturally see over crowds, which certainly helped in finding a certain excitable fox on occasion.

"You got any money, kid?" Idris asked as he approached, and the fox's returning expression said it all. "Yeah, didn't think so."

With a tired sigh, the Maned Wolf reached into his pocket for his wallet, withdrawing a couple of coins from within and dropping them into the fox's palm. Clarence was just a little over half his height, but he didn't have to bend down to give the coins to him; his arms and legs were pretty long, even if his torso was shorter. With an innocent grin, the cub turned back to the machine and dumped the coins inside, and Idris reached up to place a hand on the top of the machine as he leaned against it, watching with a bored gaze.

"You wanna eat after this, Claire?" He used the nickname that the boy's mother often used for him, despite it being fairly effeminate, and for a moment the cub ignored him as he focussed his attention on the crane moved around its little arena. He hovered the claw above a small plush frog and pressed the button, watching with wonder as the claw descended. Idris knew all too well that the game was rigged, but the boy didn't; the dismayed expression on the cub's face was immeasurable when the claw gingerly picked up the stuffed toy by the leg, before unceremoniously dropping it back where it was.

"Aww..." The cub grumbled, before turning his head slightly to look up at Idris's towering form with one eye. "Um, a burger, maybe?"

"Guess you fancy some meat, huh?" Idris began, before muttering under his breath. "I've got some meat you can put your lips around..."

"What?"

"Nothing. Come on, then."

Idris reached out to ruffle the messy tuft of fur atop the boy's head before gesturing him onwards, stepping away from the skill crane so they could wander onwards. The food court itself was a single-story building that a sprawling array of chairs and tables, of varying degrees of quality, laid out next to a series of small fast-food restaurants, typically named, famous brands. Idris knew from experience that Claire wasn't particular on what he wanted, but he had a favourite-- McFurnalds. It was no surprise to Idris that he made a beeline for it, and as a babysitter, he knew he'd have to pay; at least the kid's parents reimbursed him. Unfortunately for the two of them, however, it was an extremely busy afternoon; they'd come to the food court around the usual lunchtime hours, so they had to wait in queue for a while. By the time they eventually got their food-- a burger and fries for the cub, and just some chicken nuggets for Idris-- the court was packed with people, and finding a seat seemed impossible.

"Over there." Idris's height helped greatly in this situation, for he very quickly found somewhere they could sit at the far end of the room. There, up against the window, sat a small table amongst several others...the only unfortunate problem was that those tables, in particular, only her one cushioned seat. They were part of a seat of two that sat back to back, but there was no seat on the opposite side-- Idris could easily see that they had no other option anyway, so he lead the boy along.

The two of them slowly made their way through the crowd of seat people, speeding up just a little so that they could cut certain people off and get to their seat before someone took advantage of the empty space. They made it over there in very little time, and when Idris sat down in the only available seat, Claire frowned, holding his tray in his hands. The Maned Wolf frowned over at him before patting his lap.

"C'mon." He urged, and the fox beamed, taking him up on his offer. He put his tray on the tiny circular table before hopping up onto the canine's lap, with Idris helping him up slightly by putting his hands in the boy's armpits. The boy's ass pressed down against his legs and Claire scooted backwards, adjusting himself in his 'seat' and inadvertently pressing his cute little behind right up against the Maned Wolf's crotch. Idris tensed and instinctively put a hand down and around the boy's stomach, trying his best to restrain himself. He quietly watched as Claire dug into his food, going for the burger first; he popped it from the carton and began to chew thoughtfully, holding it in his hands.

Since Idris had been babysitting the boy, each time they got into a situation like this, it became harder and harder to resist. Of course, the Maned Wolf had made an effort to try and coax the boy into doing what he wanted before, but not only was Claire a little dense in that department, he was also stubborn. The canine had managed to cop a handful here and there, be it around the front or the back, but Clarence always fended him off with ease, and Idris had often relented; he wasn't a rapist, and didn't like being rough, but he was getting towards the end of his tether. Even now, as Claire rubbed his ass up against the man's crotch and wiggled himself left and right, Idris was finding it very difficult to keep himself together.

As Claire quietly ate, Idris's hand started to subtly drift. At first, he simply drew it inwards and touched with the cub's stomach, circling and grazing his clawed digits against the boy's blue T-Shirt, but eventually, his hand started to move lower. He teased his fingers along the hem of his shirt for a moment or two before sneaking his fingers beneath, and with a quick adjustment of his hips he pushed his crotch up against the boy's ass-- though he knew he should have restrained himself, and though they were in public, his body knew what he wanted. He was sure, after only a few moments, that Claire could feel his steadily hardening member, or at least the plumpness of his sheath, signalling his arousal.

"U-Um..." Clarence began awkwardly amidst his eating, and rather nonchalantly, Idris reached out to pluck a chicken nugget from his cardboard carton, chewing on it as his digits brushed with that soft, smooth grey fur. He deepened his touch and relished the warm flesh that greeted his fingertips beneath. The man in the seat behind them, facing his own table, thankfully had his headphones in and wasn't paying attention, and though from the side they could easily be seen, no one was looking. It was risky, but it was oh so hot.

"Do you know how impatient I've been, trying to warm you up?" Idris murmured into the boy's ear, leaning over slightly and shuffling forwards in their combined seat so that the majority of the cub's lower half disappeared beneath the table. "I guess you wouldn't-- you're a pretty naive kid."

"I-Idris?" Claire sounded apprehensive, but the Maned Wolf's lewd gropes and movements didn't stop him from eating his food. Idris ignored his sheepish tone, however, dipping his hand to the side and around to the waistband of the cub's shorts, that only went as far down as the boy's knees. His all boyish attire certainly helped to make him alluring to the Maned Wolf, but Idris also knew one little secret; the cub wasn't wearing any pants. In his haste to get out the door earlier that morning to go shopping, he hadn't dressed properly...Idris only knew this because he'd accidentally caught the boy in the hallway of his house, when he had asked to use the bathroom.

Slowly and subtly, Idris tugged and shifted, and Clarence awkwardly squirmed, both uncomfortable and also shy. What the Maned Wolf was doing could constitute as molestation, but he liked to think he knew Claire pretty well by now; he wore his heart on his sleeve, and was quick to express what he did and didn't like as a result. Idris easily took his dubious body language was something akin to a mixture of consent and enjoyment and continued-- he snuck those shorts down enough to expose the fox's grey-furred ass, and with a quick bounce of his knees, he coaxed them lower, enough to reveal all the lewd bits beneath. The temptation to drift his hand around to the front and grope between the boy's legs was immeasurable, but Idris instead pulled his hand up the boy's body towards his neck. There, his hand delved and sank into the cub's voluminous neck fluff, touching with the warm flesh beneath.

Claire let out something akin to a half-moan, half-sigh and tilted his neck to the side, sighing quietly from the man's gentle touch-- he liked having his neck fluff played with, Idris knew that much, and it was alluring to see him lean his head to the side, but push his back against the Maned Wolf's chest at the same time. Idris dipped his hand as his other hand moved down towards the boy's hip, and his fingers danced along the cub's bare flesh before sliding down and in between their bodies, squirming under the boy's ass and reaching for his own pants. He wrestled with the button of his own three-quarter shorts as his head dipped far enough to brush with the boy's head and down to his cheek, and he slid his other hand from that neck fluff to the boy's chin, forcing him to angle his head to the other side so that the Maned Wolf could bury his muzzle up against that fluff. Idris's gaze darted to the side, checking for signs of anyone watching them as the 10-year-old trembled, tensing in his lip and hesitating to eat more of his food, even though he was almost done.

"You feel that?" Idris murmured, having undone his pants and parted them at the front, where therein lay his growing arousal. His fingers delved inside and loosened the additional button in his underwear so that he could completely free his thick, plump sheath from within his clothes, letting the raw heat of his sheath and reddish tip press snugly against the boy's bare ass. He knew Claire could feel it, for the 10-year-old straightened up immediately and squirmed; he might be young, but Idris was sure he had some semblance of sexual education, enough to know what that pulsing meat was, and it was obvious from the fox's quietly whimpering that Idris's assumption was true.

Slowly, the Maned Wolf rocked his hips, and Clarence's shifting and embarrassed, uncomfortable squirming turned him on even more. He growls quietly against the boy's neck, trying to keep himself quiet as his cock swelled and grew, pushing up between the boy's young cheeks and probing around his dry entrance, smearing and pushing. It thankfully didn't penetrate, or Idris was sure he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from bending the boy over the table and pumping him full of cum in front of a crowd of people-- he might be horny, but he was smart; he knew his life would be over. Instead, he was satisfied with just teasing the boy and getting him riled up, though he was doing it more for his own benefit.

"I-Idris, um, you should..." Clarence began awkwardly, stammering from his nerves, and as Idris deliberately rolled his hips up against the boy's ass, Claire tensed and bit his bottom lip, flustered. Idris's muzzle raked and groaned inside the boy's neck fluff and his wet nose pushed down against that young neck, and he relished the fast rhythm of the cub's nervous heartbeat against his lips.

"What's the matter, kit?" Idris asked quietly. "This is what you've done to me, don't you think you should take some responsibility?"

"Uh...Uh-huh." Clarence agreed, though Idris was pretty sure that the cub wasn't entirely certain of what that may entail...but the Maned Wolf was going to seize the opportunity anyway, and take advantage of the cub's naivety. He pushed up a little further, simply enjoying the way the boy clenched around his cheeks, before he relented and slid a hand inwards, groping at the boy's crotch. A surge of lust rushed through him when he could feel that turgid little dick twitching against his fingers, signalling the cub's arousal.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Idris suggested quietly, whispering it in the boy's ear, and though Clarence didn't respond, he quickly started to chew through his burger, finishing it in a handful of bites. Idris assumed he was ready for it, so he reached out to take a few more of his chicken nuggets before he pulled his hand back, squirming his hand between them to button himself back up, before tugging up the boy's shorts before anyone noticed. It would be awkward to get up with an erection, but he could thankfully hide it with his shirt, somewhat. 

Without another word, Idris shifted the boy off his lap and abruptly got to his feet, taking the box of food with him as he took the boy's free hand. Clarence reached out for his fries and grabbed a handful, but he couldn't take any more, for the Maned Wolf pulled him away from the table and briskly walked him across the food court, past numerous people sitting down and eating. No one looked in their direction as Idris guided Claire towards the other end of the expansive mall floor, where in the corner sat two distinctive open corridors leading into bathrooms beyond; one for men and one for women, naturally. Idris briskly directed the boy towards the men's restroom, and they headed inside.

It was no surprise to the Maned Wolf that the bathroom was busy; it was the middle of lunch for most people. People shuffled by them as they headed inside as Idris quickly spotted an open cubicle, much to his delight. He lingered and waited with the nervous-looking cub for a moment until no one was watching, before he snuck the boy into the cubicle and swiftly followed suit, closing it behind him. He looked down at his box of chicken nuggets and grimaced, having lost his appetite, and he placed them atop the toilet's cistern before closing the lid of the toilet itself. The place was pretty clean because of how often it was used, thankfully, so they didn't have to worry about anything gross.

The biggest challenge would be staying silent, though that depended more on Clarence than on him. The fox nervously looked up at him, but Idris had no intention of waiting around for the boy to undress; instead, he helped him, reaching down to pop the button of his shorts so that they easily fell from around the cub's hips, revealing his bottomless figure. The temptation to grab that little purple coloured dick rose, but Idris swallowed it down as he instead reached for the hem of the cub's shirt, pulling it up to his shoulders and over his head. He dropped it to the tiled bathroom floor, somewhere in the middle where people peeking under the stall couldn't see-- thankfully, there wasn't much of a gap for them to see anyway.

The Maned Wolf's hands trailed up towards Claire's sides and up to his armpits, slowly turning him around and coaxing him towards the toilet lid. The 10-year-old didn't quite understand at first, but with some light manhandling from his babysitter, he did eventually climb up onto the toilet, resting on his knees against the ceramic lid and awkwardly balancing himself, putting his hands on the cistern to steady himself. Clarence had a wonderful boyish body that was grey-furred all over, and as Idris reached out to stroke along the boy's back and to his side, he followed his black-furred finger around a unique, swirling purple marking on the cub's left-hand side, that spiralled on his shoulder and curled around to his shoulder blade, down to his side and spiralled at the end near the hip-- Idris had always guessed it was a birthmark, but regardless it was cute and alluring...Idris's main interest, however, was in that boy's petite, yet wonderfully malleable behind.

As Idris dropped himself into a leisurely squat, Clarence shifted and watched him out the corner of his eye, apprehensive but clearly into it; the cub raised his tail and all by exposed himself completely, even going so far as to scoot his knees to the side to spread himself as much as he could whilst balanced previously on the seat. Idris greatly appreciate his efforts and rewarded him appropriately, leaning forwards and putting both hands on the boy's ass, spreading his young cheeks to get a good look at the twitching, purple ring beneath; most of the boy's innards had that same purple hue, though it wasn't anything bad. The Maned Wolf brought his black-furred muzzle closer, checking briefly behind him to make sure the cubicle door was locked before he brought his muzzle down to the cub's hanging little balls. He stuck out his tongue and dragged from those young nuts and up the boy's taint, all the way to the crack of his ass and across that cute little button. Claire clenched immediately and let out a gasp, before he clamped his muzzle shut and groaned as quietly as he could, not wanting to alert those in the nearby stalls.

The public bathroom was growing quiet over time as, slowly but surely, Idris started to lick and kiss at the boy's little ass, his tongue roaming and swirling around that little pucker. He did his best to keep quiet as well, naturally, and as his tongue roamed he smacked his lips and huffed hot breaths against that spit-covered hole, relishing the way it spasmed and squeezed instinctively against every sensual lick. He eventually loosened one hand from the boy's ass and brought it down to his loins, popping the button of his shorts once more so he could delve inside and grope his rapidly swelling sheath as his pointed ears twisted to dutifully listen to the sound of the boy's quiet little whimpers of delight. He knew that Claire was enjoying it, and the more his tongue pressed and threatened the penetrate the cub's ass, the more the boy seemed to enjoy it. Idris's hand squeezed and massaged the malleable flesh of the cub's cute little ass as he probed and pushed with his fleshy appendage, snarling here and there as his own cock rapidly grew, aching to fuck that tight hole.

Despite his eagerness, Idris was quickly growing impatient. He rose from his squatted position and withdrew his mouth from that ass, and as his legs straightened his shorts fell with ease, revealing the bulging underwear beneath. He could see Clarence looking at it out the corner of his eye, and a smirk spread across the Maned Wolf's face as he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his undies, tugging them down. His cock was briefly caught within the band of his boxers, but when it finally came free from the elastic it swung upwards, hanging at a near-horizontal angle, twitching upwards in all its glory; it was a good 8 inches or more, and that wasn't including the fat, bulbous knot that remained stuck within his sheath. He reached down and hooked a finger within that stretchy pocket, and it loosened from around his knot and snapped back beneath it, revealing the pulsing, throbbing base for the cub to see. If it wasn't obvious where that thing was going, Claire would soon find out.

"You ready?" He whispered quietly to the cub, trailing a hand up the length of his cock and rubbing his palm against the tapering tip of his knotted cock. The slickened sounds of pre-cum smearing around his fleshy length bounced around the tiny cubicle, and Idris sucked in a breath and tensed on the spot as he pressed his finger and thumb together, shoving his cock through the 'ring' he'd made in between them and spreading that pre-cum down his cock, all the way to the knot. Clarence trembled at the mere sight of it, but he nodded with a certain degree of fervency, his expression flushed and nervous but his tail wagging left and right. With a grin, the Maned Wolf reached out and put a hand on the boy's ass, squeezing his cheek before curling it towards the 10-year-old's hip to steady himself. He angled his member down and sighed as the pre-slickened tip smeared and trailed around the boy's squeezing ring, before he slowly yet firmly pressed that tip right against the boy's entrance. He pushed, and delighted in the way the boy's ass opened up to accommodate him, at least somewhat. With a sigh he penetrated the boy, sliding himself a couple of inches before he stopped. 

The boy was impossibly tight, and Idris could only assume he was a virgin, given his bashful nature and the way the fox gripped around every intruding inch of his cock. The way his innards spasmed and flexed all at once was delightful, but what he enjoyed the more was the way the cub's back arched and his head hung, little whimpers escaping his lips; Idris hadn't pounded many men in his time, but even he could tell those were sounds of pleasure, even if there was discomfort intermingled within. When he was confident he'd given the boy enough time to adjust, he started to push again, sinking himself in an inch at a time and waiting in between until, finally, his thick and turgid base pressed neatly to that stretched, young ring. Claire quivered in his knelt seat and turned his head towards the wall in front of him, hanging his head and huffing through his nose as he did his best to get used to it; his tail still wagged regardless, so Idris took it as the go-ahead to finally start thrusting.

"I-Idris, I feel funny..." The cub weakly whispered, his face scrunching up, and the Maned Wolf stretched the boy's cheeks to admire how his cock sank inside.

"Oh yeah?" He murmured, and with the quietest groan he could muster, the Maned Wolf eased back, sliding himself from the cub's ass until he was about halfway down his member. His movements were made only marginally easier by his pre-cum, and as he did his best to keep quiet, he glanced and listened intently to the sounds around him-- to his surprise, the bathroom was a little quieter than before, but he was still on edge. A breath sucked through him as he pushed forwards, and in response the cub's ass spasmed and flexed, gripping around his slowly thrusting member. With each rock of his hips, his pre-cum oozed and spread around the boy's insides, making each subsequent movement faster, slicker and easier than the last. It didn't take long for the wet sounds of their sex to start filling the cubicle, and there was no way for them to keep it quiet; even when his knot met with the cub's squeezing ring, there was a tender, wet slap, followed by the cub's barely restrained moan.

Each thrust was pure heaven to Idris, who started to huff and pant over time. He closed his eyes and truly relished the feeling of fucking the boy, his hands gripping both of the boy's hips, squeezing and flexing as, little by little, his thrusts became rough, his movements laboured and his moving heavy and filled with desire and lust. Each time he thrust, he picked up speed, pounding harder and harder the more turned on and pleasured he became. His hands squeezed and gripped, and his eyes lidded over as the boy beneath him struggled to keep his noises in check. His whimpers became heavier and his trembling more urgent, and though Idris still attempted to keep things quiet, there was no stopping him from occasionally groaning under his breath, the noise humming in his throat.

"H-Hnn, that's good..." Clarence mumbled amidst the man's thrusting, and Idris couldn't help but to grin, amused by his words.

"How good?" He whispered, and the boy couldn't respond appropriately; the most he could muster but a strained, aching hum of approval. He knew he was getting close; the telltale tightness in his loins that grew and grew was indication enough. As he drew closer to his release, he started to thrust and push his knot against the boy's ass, kneading and pressing against the cub's behind in an attempt to tie with him. At first, Clarence's ass resist, though not through any fault of his own; he was simply too tight, too quick to squeeze and too experienced to realise that he needed to loosen up-- thankfully, Idris's fervent thrusts, swinging balls and clenching fingers were more than enough to warm him up over time. The Maned Wolf's thrusts switched from long, hard thrusts into rough rapid slams as he hunched over and tugged the cub against his knot. His pants of lust turned into quiet, huffing snarls as his face scrunched up-- it was now or never. Thankfully, Clarence's ass started to loosen against his rough thrusts until, just as he was about to cum, his knot pushed in hard enough for the thickest part to slip past the cub's ring and into him.

The beginnings of a yelp escaped the boy's muzzle, but he reacted appropriately by covering his hand, trying to keep himself quiet. Though Idris knew he should have stopped to make sure no one had heard, he instead focussed on his tie, tugging upwards and pushing down rapidly to stimulate his knot. He didn't really need to do much thanks to the boy's gripping inner walls around his swelling knot, but his light tugging served to stimulate him more, and the light thump of his swinging balls against the boy's legs helped also. The cocktail of those pleasurable motions all served to bring the Maned Wolf to his climax. He loosened a hand from Claire's hip and ran it up his grey-furred back before he sunk it into the shaggy fur around his neck, grasping his shoulder and holding onto him. He hissed between his teeth, before he growled and pushed forwards one last time.

Inside the boy, his knot swelled and throbbed, and after a few moments, viscous spurts of thick, off-white cum shot deep into the boy's inside. Each turgid pulse shot more and more as the man's balls churned and tucked up against his body, twitching with each vivid, heavy convulsion of his aching member. It felt good to finally release himself into a nice hole, moreso a young one that he'd been desiring for so long, and it was made all the more better by his knot being so deliciously milked by the boy's own innards. In front of him, Clarence huffed and squirmed before he suddenly and violently trembled-- though Idris was unable to see, he could tell from the cub's sudden periodic squeezing that he's orgasmed too; there was no mistaking the way his ass gripped and spasmed.

"I-I feel so full..." The boy quietly complained. A long and tired sigh escaped the man's lips as he hoisted the boy up, forcing him to straighten mostly upright, and he could tell from Clarence's sagging form that he was tired. He tucked his hands under the boy's armpits and lifted him gingerly, turning swiftly and then taking his seat shortly thereafter, plopping down and settling the boy onto his lap. The Maned Wolf lowered his head and hooked an arm around the fox's stomach as he directed him to lay against his chest. Claire sagged to the side just a little and he groaned quietly, almost breathlessly, as Idris dipped his head and peppered a few tender kisses within the forest of his neck fluff. The boy didn't seem to mind it, but he ultimately wasn't all that responsive, save his curling toes and occasional weak squirming.

"Mmh...good boy," Idris mumbled. "Give me some time to deflate and I'll take you home, okay?"

"Mm..." The fox mumbled, his tone relatively neutral, so it was arguably hard to tell whether he agreed or not-- for now, Idris relented and decided to question him later. To his right, he heard the cubicle door open and close, followed by someone washing their hands in the sinks opposite. Suspicion rose up Idris's spine, but he heard nothing from the man beyond, whose receding footsteps signalled his departure.

The two of them sat there for a little while longer as Idris basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. They'd have to do this more often...maybe he could bribe Clarence with more fast food next time.