Pressure's Pleasure


Once again Tyler was sitting in his favorite bar. It was a nice, little gay bar, had a cheerful atmosphere to it and was well-frequented too, at this hour. But despite that, the fox's mood wasn't exactly happy. For the last ten minutes or so, he just sat at the counter and stared into his beer glass. 

It was not that he didn't felt welcome here, and he was also not in doubt about whether he belonged here or not. It had nothing to do with a lack of entertainment or limited possibilities of activities either, far from that, in fact.

A lot of attractive young men visited this place. And several older, just as attractive, gentlemen as well. Every once in a while, Tyler found himself taking a peek at the other guests of the bar, wondering what that stout bear at the other end of the counter might do with him, or whether the hot, muscle mountain of a lion, sitting on the table next to the window, might have an interest in him.

Tyler himself was a rather slim red fox. With no more than five-foot-six he was one of the smallest customers of the establishment right now. Tyler knew that he was gay and he knew what he wanted: He was a bottom and he wanted a real guy! The only thing he didn't know was how to get what he wanted.

He was far too shy to speak up to someone, didn't dare to approach others. For sure the bear wouldn't want anything from him and the lion probably didn't even notice him. So he just sat there and waited, hoping that, maybe, someone would come over to him.

Tyler might not be the biggest fish in the pond, but he wasn't a bad catch either! Or at least he thought that. He was quite slender with only one hundred and thirty pounds. Slightly below average, even. He was always clean and groomed, and ugly was an adjective that really couldn't be used to describe him. But all that hadn't brought him any luck so far. No one came over to him and no one seemed to notice him.

Or was there?

What the young fox did not know was that there was indeed one guest in the bar that had laid an eye upon him.

And so Tyler was very staggered when suddenly a big, dark figure sat down on one of the barstools beside him. The wooden seat creaked under the weight that was put atop it.

"Hey! What's up? Can I get you a drink?" asked the man with a chesty voice.

Tyler was baffled and didn't know how to react. Having his personal little fantasies was all nice and good, but this was the real thing now! Carefully he took a closer look at the sudden visitor, to begin with.

It was a wolf and the dark aura that seemed to surround him emitted from his pitch black fur, which shone under the soft light cone of the bar's lamps. This guy, though, wasn't only a wolf. He was a frigging big wolf! Tyler had to look up to fully complete his inspection, but as soon as he met the wolf's bright, sky-blue eyes he averted his gaze. Those powerful orbs were too much to bear for him.

"Uhm... er... yes..." he muttered the answer somewhat unsure, even though his glass was still half full. "Th- thank you very much."

The black wolf grinned satisfied, showing his big, white canines, while he winked for the barkeeper. This fox was exactly the kind of boy he had been looking for. All the other guests today were nice treats, no question! And a lot of them would have been his, if he just wanted so. And 'a lot of them' was usually enough for him, but today he needed something more!

Today he needed someone who was not as brisk as the others. Someone who was not as obstreperous as the others...

This little fox caught his eye right after he had entered the bar. Sitting at the counter with his tail tucked between his legs like a whelp. Every now and then he observed the fox looking over to some of the other guests here, but nothing more!

"If that's so," the wolf spoke again, "I'll order you a drink for real men!" He clapped his big paw on Tyler's back. "I'm Ben, by the way."

"M-my name is... Tyler..." he said, but the wolf, Ben, didn't seem to listen. He was busy ordering two shots. "...erm... excuse me, um..." But his attempt to tell Ben that he didn't savor hard alcohol was fruitless. The two small glasses already stood on the table. One for Ben and one for himself.

"Now then, Tyler," Ben spoke and downed his drink, "what is a cute, little fox like you doing all alone in a place like this, huh?"

The fox beat around the bush. It was too embarrassing to admit the actual reason of his visit here. "I, erm... well... you see..."

"How about you take your drink first?" Ben suggested.

Tyler looked at the shot glass in front of him. Actually he really didn't want to, but Ben had dispensed it. It would be impolite to deny it. So the fox emptied the glass and swallowed the sharp tasting liquid. The experience let a shiver run down his spine.

Ben smiled again as he saw how Tyler had downed his drink like a good boy. Just as he was told. To see the fur bristle on the fox's neck was a nice plus. This one was just right!

Casually the wolf leaned down to the fox, his black fur loomed over him like a giant shadow. "So, how about you and me go over to my place for some fun, huh?" he asked without mincing matters.

Tyler's ears were red and burning as he heard this. Was this guy really going to take him home? To have fun?! He must have misheard. But it couldn't come from such a little bit of alcohol, right?

Apparently Ben didn't seem to accept a 'no' as answer, as he suddenly stood and put a heavy paw on the fox's shoulder. "C'mon!" he said matter-of-factly, while he left some bills on the counter for the barkeeper.

Not really knowing why, Tyler stood as well and followed the big wolf. He wasn't sure whether it was just the intimidating appearance of the wolf, or whether he just wanted to go along to see what was going to happen. What this wolf might do with him.

On the way out Ben draped his massive arm around Tyler's small frame, pulling him close. Standing upright like this Ben must have been around six and a half foot tall! Being so close to this massive wolf, Tyler felt his heart skip a beat. He could feel Ben's body heat warming his side and his fine vulpine nose was filled with the masculine odor of alpha wolf.

While he held the door open for the boy in his arm, Ben whispered down to Tyler, "Oh, by the way. I hope you don't mind being on the 'bottom'? Hehe..."

All the way to Ben's place Tyler had pondered over the wolf's statement. He had no problem to bottom. Quite the contrary! This was exactly what he wanted. What made him wonder was the way Ben had said it.

The wolf's apartment was clean and tidy, save for a few discarded pieces of clothing lying around. It was really roomy and neat, with modern furnishings and a soft carpet on the floor. At the far end of the home, Tyler could see through a half opened door into what had to be the bedroom. The only thing he could really make out, in the dimly lit room, was the large bed. Nervously the fox thought of all the things Ben might do to him on it.

A sudden bang ripped Tyler from his thoughts as the door fell loudly into the lock behind him. He turned and saw Ben putting don his keys. "Th-this is a really nice place!" he complimented.

The wolf, though, stood in front of the door like a statue. Big, massive, stoic and unreadable. Looking down on the fox, with his arms crossed, he seemed to expect something from Tyler.

Unsure what he should do, Tyler spoke up, "Er... so..." but he got interrupted.

"Get on the ground!" came the order from Ben.

The fox was confused and didn't know what Ben wanted him to do, or how he should feel about it. Maybe this was a big mistake? Bravely he tried to reason with the enormous wolf, but got interrupted yet again.

"Get down on the ground!" Ben repeated his earlier command. He didn't sound upset, angry or threatening, just very authoritative.

The sheer aura with which he stood there, infused Tyler with respect, so he obeyed.  Slowly he lowered himself on all fours. 

Soon more instructions came from Ben, "Lie down on your back and pull your shirt up!"

And again Tyler complied. He laid down on his back and revealed his stomach, just as Ben wanted. This was all so bizarre! Was this supposed to be some kind of foreplay? Apparently the fox didn't have to wait too long for an answer.

As though it was the most normal thing in the world, Ben simply noted, "You're going to be my doormat now!" And with that the giant wolf simply stepped up onto the way smaller fox's stomach.

When the first of Ben's enormous, dark paws landed on Tyler's belly, everything was still okay, but as soon as the heavy wolf lifted his other foot from the floor and his whole weight rested on the weak fox's body, the air was knocked out of Tyler's lungs. In horror the poor fox gasped for air and saw Ben's black paws sink deep into his soft belly, squeezing him painfully flat. He groaned audibly from the pure pressure.

Satisfied Ben watched the little red fox huddle under his paws, while his two-hundred-fifty pound frame rested on him. For a moment he kept standing in one place to see whether the far smaller man could handle his weight. But Tyler seemed to be a very sturdy little fox. Now the real fun could begin!

The crushing paws on Tyler's aching stomach had sucked up all his attention for a second. Now he could focus again and the whole 'weight' of his situation hit him. He moaned weakly and tried to roll away, but Ben's body held him where he was. His dark paws covered his belly completely and the pressure started to feel really uncomfortable.

What the hell was going on here?! What was this guy up to?! All of a sudden Tyler had a bad feeling in his guts. Literary!

Suddenly Ben started to move atop him. Whining pathetically, the fox felt the weight shift on him and bucked up, seeing what was going on. He could see how Ben's massive paws were dragged over his exposed, white belly fur, using him indeed as a doormat. Just like the wolf had said.

"Argghhh...!"

With satisfaction Ben listened to the pained moans from below. He took all the time he needed while abusing the body of this poor guy who gasped for air under him to clean his paws. Very slowly he pulled his large soles over Tyler's stomach, staining his perfectly white belly fur with dust and dirt. He wiped his paws from heel to the toes over the man he was standing on, taking turns between his left and right foot. Every time e alternated, he got another forced groan from his doormat.

After Ben's paws were clean enough (at least for the moment), he stopped his movements. Just as before, he stood still on Tyler's abdomen, facing him and gazing imperiously down into the fox's dark green eyes. Those eyes were pleading for mercy. In an overbearing manner Ben folded his arms and intensified his stare, observing the boy's struggles.

When the fox felt Ben stop in his tracks, he hoped he had enough, but this didn't seem to be the case. The wolf kept standing on him. Kept pushing down on him and squeezing the breath from his lungs. Tyler's whole body was tensed to support the weight on him. He feared that, if he'd let lose now, Ben's paws would cause serious damage.

Maybe, the fox thought, if he'd ask... maybe Ben would go off and let him go? But when he looked up, he only saw the wolf staring him down, silencing him with his eyes. Damn! If he wouldn't get off soon, he would not be able to take this anymore.

Ben grinned. The fox was really trying to stem his weight. Yet still moans and grunts escaped him and a constant whining could be heard. When it became clear to Ben that Tyler could endure quite a bit, his grin widened deviously, revealing his fangs. With superior carelessness he simply stepped up onto the smaller fox's chest.

"Gah... argghhh...!"

Instantly all air was pushed from Tyler's lungs, burning his throat as it left him forcefully. All of a sudden Ben's weight became unbearable and he heard his fragile ribs crack and crunch within his chest as the wolf's paws mercilessly marched over them. He tried to suck in new oxygen, but it was in vain. His lungs were as flat as an empty balloon and the heavy man standing on him made it stay that way. He felt his head go hot and his vision blurred. What started as some sort of weird game of the wolf was now a serious cause of panic for the poor fox.

In his desperation Tyler reached up and took a hold of Ben's ankles. He tried to lift them off, but the bigger canine was just too heavy. And he was not moving on his own!

When his air ran dangerously close to nothing, the fox couldn't take a single second longer of this. Before his muscles gave up, Tyler mobilized his last powers to speak up. Although, it was more like a weak pleading.

"Hrgnnng... Pl-  Argh! Please, get off! Ha... hurgh... urghh..." His last breath was leaving him. "Oh, god! Please, get off...!"

The bagging of his new doormat was a real turn on for Ben. He still stepped down from Tyler, though. He knew the little fox had had a massive weight on him for quite some time now and apparently this seemed to be his limit. And, after all, he didn't want to break him just yet...

When this horrible weight finally got off of him, Tyler rolled onto his side and crouched, holding his aching stomach and dragging in fresh air through his nose. He was shivering, from exhaustion and adrenaline. Upon finding his senses again, he looked around, searching for the exit. He just wanted to leave this place. But he shouldn't come very far.

Two large, warm objects startled Tyler for a second as they touched his back. He feared Ben was about to step on him again and squeeze the rest of life out of him, but it weren't the wolf's hind paws that had touched him. The canine's large hands had reached around him and lifted the fox from the floor.

Still breathing heavy, Tyler was pressed to Ben's chest and he felt the wolf's heat spread over his body. Tyler looked up in confusion and only saw the wolf's black head with those blue, blue eyes coming down for him. He pressed his chin down against his chest to avert what was coming, but when it eventually hit, it was not what the fox had expected.

A soft, gentle kiss met his forehead.

"You're a good little doormat," Ben whispered into his ear. The wolf pulled him even closer to him and Tyler felt Ben's thumb rub trough the fur on his side as he was carried.

The agonizing pain forgotten for the moment, Tyler felt oddly safe in that second. Those strong arms holding him, the warm feeling and the gentle voice that told him, he did good. All that made this moment perfect.

Only now that his long ears brushed the doorframe did he realize that they were moving. The dim light told him what room it was.

Carefully Ben let the fox down. With a last brush over Tyler's black-tipped hands he parted from him. Barely giving the fox enough time to process what just happened, Ben went on and delivered once again instructions, "Take your clothes off and lay on the floor."

Again Tyler found himself obeying. He was not intimidated anymore. Well, not too much, at least. But he wanted to feel this feeling again. He just wanted to hear this big, strong alpha wolf tell him again that he did good. And to hear it again, he was willing to earn it. No matter if he was being walked on again!

Completely naked Tyler was lying on his back on the soft carpet of Ben's bedroom. This carpet seemed to be softer than the one in the living room even.

"Good boy," Ben said. The fox's tail wagged at the words and the wolf knew he had Tyler were he wanted him. Without another word he simply stepped back onto the boy's stomach, enjoying the feel of his bare paws sinking into Tyler's soft fur, than into his flesh. "Now let's see what you really can handle!" he announced smiling.

The next thing Tyler felt was movement on his belly again. Similar to the sensation of being used as doormat, yet it was much more vivid. He craned his neck up and saw that Ben was marching on the spot on his abdomen.

Every time he lifted one paw, the whole weight of the wolf shifted to rest on one foot. Then the other paw came crushing down on him, landing hard on his stomach and spreading its toes noticeably for a better grip. Then the second paw went up, shifting yet again so much weight on the small creature, until it came down again to repeat the whole cycle.

Tyler tried to embrace the feeling, even though it was hard. He still felt a lot of pain, but he wanted Ben to be happy and he wanted to show him how much he could handle. More so, he wanted to be good!

While Ben marched on, on his new play ting, he occasionally placed his steps elsewhere, observing the fox's reactions. Sometimes he stepped on his rug's groin to give him a treat, sometimes he planted his paw on Tyler's face to remember him who the boss was!

Every time the wolf stepped on his private parts, Tyler felt his sheath tighter than before. Besides the feeling of his balls being squeezed to burst that was amongst the more positive things. Positive things? Heck! He even anticipated the next step on his dick to come! Wasn't he still trying to get out of here as soon as possible, just minutes ago?

This whole walking and stepping and trampling was probably some kind of turn on for Ben, Tyler thought. Maybe he could enjoy this too?

But these massive paws that were sinking deep into his belly were still more uncomfortable than enjoyable. They were sinking in REALLY deep and the kneading felt painful. Especially when Ben splayed his toes and dug them in, letting him feel his blunt claws. At some point Tyler wondered whether Ben's paws could reach all the way through to his spine with that weight. It certainly felt like they could!

Whenever Ben decided to step onto the fox's head, Tyler's face was buried under an enormous paw. His soft pads scrubbed over his nose, mouth, cheeks and eyes and emitted an unbelievable heat. The wolf wasn't adding his whole weight on Tyler's head, they both knew that would be too much to bear. But he added just enough pressure to make the fox squeak.

Then another heavy step landed on the fox's groin, pushing and squeezing his dick around, making him whine under the attention he got until Ben's paw landed on his face again. But the fox's member was not the only hard one around!

Ben's pants were becoming rather tight too! He reached into his waistband and stroked himself, while he continued to work the fox underneath him with his paws. "Hmmm... You feel good down there, Tyler!" the wolf acknowledged as he pushed his toes forcefully through the fox's belly fur.

Tyler couldn't hide a smile as he heard that, even with the pain in his body. Looks like he found someone after all who knows how to deal with him.

After quite some time of marching and trampling the poor fox, Ben finally got off of him. It was a bitter-sweet relief. Sweet because he could relax and finally breathe right again and bitter because he wanted to continue being good for Ben.

"Lay on the bed," Ben instructed him.

And this time Tyler complied willfully. He laid himself on his back and, without forewarning, Ben let his ass drop down onto the poor fox's abused and tortured stomach, settling down to sit there. A horrible groan escaped the fox as Ben's  butt collided with him, but he seemed to do well enough.

While Tyler tried desperately to support the wolf, Ben just unbuttoned his shirt as though, it was his everyday routine. As if he had all the time in the world, Ben disrobed, still sitting on Tyler.

To help support Ben's massive rump, Tyler used his hands. He reached up and tried to lift some weight off of him, but of course it helped only little. But it was not in vain this time, since he got a nice feel of Ben's buns. A sensation that didn't went unnoticed by the wolf.

When Ben felt the soft touch on his ass, he undid his belt and stood for a moment to discard his pants, only to drop down on Tyler just as forcefully as the time before. He could hear the fox huff under him.

Since he was completely naked now, Ben rotated to face Tyler. While he did so, he kept sitting on him of course, sending a bunch of waves of pain and agony through the fox's small belly. When he halted, he could look Tyler in the eye and had one leg on either side of his head.

One last time he smiled down to Tyler, before he lifted both his massive paws off the mattress, positioned them over the fox's face and eventually let them come down.  As the two night-dark paws obscured his vision and covered his entire face, eh could hardly breathe anymore. What little breath he managed to drag in was filtered by those heavy, furry paws on his nose. The scent wasn't exactly disastrous, but it was very, very 'dominant'. Soon his lungs were filled with Ben's prominent musk, giving him a nice warm feeling in the chest.

Meanwhile Tyler understood what Ben had meant with 'being on the bottom' as they had left the bar.

A few minutes had passed and still all Tyler could feel was Ben's parked ass on his belly and everything he could see and smell were his gigantic paws on his muzzle.

While Ben sat there, flattening the boy under him, he played around some with the trapped face between his paws. He pushed Tyler's nose, squeezed it between his toes and pushed his chin down hard. He circled his pads over the fox's closed eyes and felt his soft whiskers tickle his soles. He could get used to this feeling!

Briefly the wolf wondered whether he should try and get his new toy to lick his feet, or if it would be too much to force upon this fox. Why should it? He had had enough force upon him already to prove that he could take it!

A single word was enough in the wolf's estimation, "Lick!" And it was!

Eager to be a good boy to Ben, Tyler obeyed once again without objections. When the pressure decreased enough to let him open his maw, the fox brought out his tongue and made contact with the wolf's hot and soft pads. He felt a little degraded to do this, but as long as it would get him another 'good boy' from Ben, he was happy.

The taste was just as prominent as the scent, rich, masculine and powerful. Just how an alpha wolf should taste like!

Over the course of his little play, Ben came up with a nice idea to end this pretty evening. Not really carefully he rolled off of Tyler's poor body and freed the boy's face from his massive feet, letting him take in a much needed fresh breath of air and out a long withheld moan.

Ben gave him a few minutes to catch himself. As he watched the fox cough and gasp and huff, Ben leaned back against the pillows of his bed and relaxed. With a nudge of his paw he brought Tyler's focus back to him.

As the wolf was demanding his attention with a wiggling finger, Tyler crawled over to him on all fours and very exhausted already. He came to a halt beside Ben and was greeted by a gentle hand on his cheek. The wolf's strong digits ruffled through his fur where the orange red from his main coat turned white and they continued to his neck where they tickled him kindly.

Tyler enjoyed the affection thoroughly. This was what he had worked for. No, this was why he had endured all of this. He wanted to make Ben happy to get this feeling back. And he got it back! The feeling of being welcome. The feeling of being appreciated by someone and to get something back from someone. And also the feeling of being taken care of. Properly!

To soon the moment was over, though. With his dominant hand Ben pulled the fox closer still and positioned him between his legs, pressing his face down into his groin where a rigid member awaited him. And what a member that was! Already fully hard and throbbing it stood at attention and could easily compare to the size of the wolf's other body parts. The knot was almost the size of Tyler's fist!

"You're pretty good at holding my weight," Ben said with his deep, soft voice. "But now I wonder if you're also good at this..." he added and gave his erection a few strokes. "How about you show me?"

Full of excitement, Tyler looked upon the majestic penis in front of him. He wanted to satisfy Ben's expectations and he wanted to show him that he indeed was good at this. He wanted to prove it and he wanted to hear Ben tell him again that he was good. But more than everything else, right now, he wanted that throbbing cock.

Eagerly he took the member from the wolf's hand into his own, getting a feel for this monster for the first time. The shaft was hot in his paws and the veins felt just as amazing as they looked. When Ben slowly pushed his head down, the fox's nose almost touched with the love pillar. A strong and manly musk hit his nostrils. Tyler knew immediately what Ben wanted.

Prone to please the wolf, he stuck his tongue out and gave the red tip a soft lick. The taste of alpha wolf struck his just as hard as the smell had done. It was only a brief contact, but the strong flavor was totally intoxicating. Wanting more of it, Tyler repeated his licking, but apparently Ben had other plans.

The wolf took a hold on the fox's chin and pulled him even nearer while he pointed his dick at his nose. Without resistance Ben pushed his cock past the fox's lips and entered his wet mouth. He felt Tyler sucking instantly, just like a good fox ought to be.

Ben's straight forwardness wasn't new to Tyler anymore, so he adapted quickly. Without a moment of hesitation he let him enter his muzzle, sucking on the shaft that was offered to him. Up and down he went on it, leaving his saliva back and savoring that taste. But Ben still didn't seem to be satisfied yet.

The wolf kept his hand on Tyler's head the whole time and slowly increased his pressure, bit by bit, shoving his dick ever deeper into the small fox's maw. Tyler let him proceed. He wanted to be good, after all. But soon he felt Ben's enormous dick hit the back of his mouth and he still seemed to want to go further.

Tyler was familiar with this technic, although he hadn't had many chances to practice. And certainly not with such a giant cock. He wasn't sure if he could do it.

"Hmmm..." he heard the big wolf sigh above him. "Looks like you're really good at this too, Tyler!"

Hearing Ben say it again was worth all the trouble, Tyler thought. Even if he really had some work to do down there. Happily he wagged his long, vulpine tail from side to side to show the wolf that his kind words were appreciated.

The waving tail brought a smile to Ben's face. He really hit the mark with this boy! Gently he increased the pressure of his demanding hand on the back of the fox's head. At least for HIM it was gentle. Obviously Tyler felt otherwise, since he tried to back out. But if this boy wanted his reward, he'd have to work a little harder than that! "Just let me in!" Ben said and pressed down again.

The sudden push he received from above had startled him as Ben's dick has pushed uncomfortably deep into his throat. When he heard the wolf's words, Tyler tried to relax again, but it was hard with Ben being so deep inside him. Eventually he got himself calm enough to let him slip another inch further.

But Ben still wanted more!

Again his big, strong hands pushed him down to keep him going, but Tyler couldn't stand much more. Desperately he tried to get that thing out of his mouth and pushed himself up. Finally Ben released him, but the fox only got a second to take in some air, before he got pushed down again.

Again Ben's dick drilled itself into his throat and Tyler somehow managed to take it. Tears were rolling from his eyes while he felt that pressure deep down his esophagus. And the wolf still wanted to go deeper!

Every time Ben let him up, he pushed him further down than before, burying his bone. Again and again his sore throat got penetrated and the poor fox gagged and choked around the cock that mercilessly fucked him. Meanwhile, Ben enjoyed the show he directed. Seeing Tyler struggle, every time he forced him down, turned him on like nothing else.

Whenever Ben had his cock deep enough in him, he'd hold him down. This made the sensation even worse for Tyler. He could do nothing but accept his fate. The wolf was far too strong for him to pull away. So he just endured his throat stretching as best as he could.

Unfortunately for the fox, Ben really seemed to like the idea of him being stuck down there. Again he squeezed his member all the way in. So far that Tyler could feel Ben's black fur tickling his nose. Only this time he didn't pull out again.

With both paws Ben held his boy down, blocking his airways. He was so close already and Tyler's struggling only made it better. Again and again the fox pushed himself up in vain, between desperate chokes and muffled groans of pain, but Ben always forced him down again.

Tyler was alarmed! He didn't get any air and the pain was becoming unbearable. He tried to pull away, get the dick out of his throat, but Ben had incredible strength. And he was not letting him go!

While the fox started to panic between his legs, fidgeting uncontrollably and gagging weakly, Ben still held him tight. He felt the boy grab his thighs and push furiously. And it was heaven!

Time after time Ben bucked his hips up while he held the fox, stimulating himself on Tyler's expense.

Tyler was about to lose it. He couldn't hold it anymore. The animalistic roar from above was all the warning he got, before the giant wolf shot his load. With carnal desire Ben stuffed his throat with his seed, pumping it directly into his stomach. All the while Tyler gagged and swallowed to keep his airways open enough for the last bit of oxygen he could suck in to keep him from passing out.

The fox's swallowing movements drained Ben like never before as he emptied his nuts into Tyler's depths. He came so much that the boy wasn't able to down everything. And with Tyler's constant coughing, half of it leaked out of his mouth. After he had spent his last drop, Ben thought that it might be about time to finally release his toy.

When the wolf finally pulled his dick out of Tyler's throat, the fox had to cough badly. Desperately he sucked fresh air in to fill his lungs. The act let him taste the wolf's sperm for the first time. A salty and extremely strong flavor was all over the place in his muzzle. He could still feel the gooey stuff on his tongue, and also running down his chin.

In the meantime Ben had leaned back against his pillows and relaxed, listening delightfully to Tyler's choking and gasping. He watched how the fox's chest moved rapidly, trying to fill his body with fresh air. The thought that he had just filled his body with something else made Ben smile.

After Tyler had calmed down some, the wolf pulled him close, putting him down on his strong chest. "You okay?" Ben asked gently while he kindly caressed the fox's back with his massive hands.

Still breathing heavily, Tyler answered, "Y-yes... it was just very... intense..." His throat still hurt.

"You did a really good job, Tyler!" Ben said and kissed him on the nose.

The words filled him with joy and made easily up for all the pain. Exhausted he put his head down onto the furry chest and listened to Ben's breathing. Once again he smelled his alpha male musk as he pulled some air in and nuzzled Ben's black fur.

"But I guess we're not quite done here..." Ben said suddenly and rolled the fox onto his back so that he was still lying on his chest.

The fox feared he'd be up for another round of pounding or trampling, but he was quite surprised when a big, soft hand slowly encircled his member. The other arm of the wolf moved over his body, holding him tight to the warm body underneath.

With care Ben brought Tyler's abused body to full hardness once again, stroking him lovingly until he shuddered. It didn't take one minute for him to finish!

Whining softly, Tyler came so fast it almost embarrassed him. But who wouldn't after an evening like this? With a grumbling sigh his cum erupted and landed on his still dusky, white belly fur.

Having to calm down yet once again, Tyler snuggled up on Ben's warm body. Thankfully, he accepted the offered backrubs from the wolf as he almost drifted off to sleep. Briefly he wondered if Ben still had some more in store for him, or if he'd get another chance to see the wolf after tonight. Despite this question however, the fox knew that Ben had left quite some 'imprints' on him.

Whatever would happen next, it could wait until tomorrow, Tyler decided as he pushed his nose deep into the black pelt he was lying on. Right now he just wanted to enjoy the moment...

The End

