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, a most wonderful wolf!  <333

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It was the same thing day and night, a bunch of snobs filtering through and gassing on about the meaning. To the grey wolf it looked like a bunch of sloppy scribbles that amounted to a heap of bullshit. \n\n\tHe ran his fingers through his hair, under his guard’s cap, grunting in frustration as he straightened his scruffy grey fur. He was a simple wolf, he didn’t like to deal with a lot of crap. In fact he didn’t like to deal with most people, they just ended up pissing him off. Acting like they were better, treating him like he was garbage, so he never really had any other initiative then to stay pissy and cop an attitude. Most people called him a slob, or a douche, it was all because they thought they were better. So he just stopped caring, just started looking out for number one, if he was happy then fuck the rest of the world. They could have their million dollar scribbles and fancy suits, it didn’t seem to make their lives any better, it certainly didn’t make them better people. Sleazy smirked to himself, tipping his hat forward, he didn’t care what anyone else thought.\n\n\t“I could break into the art biz.” He said snickering, paws driven deep into his pockets, “Just gimme five minutes with one of those priceless paintings, I’ll improve the damn things ten fold.” Sleazy chuckled, his slight paunch of a belly rumbling in his shirt, imagining exactly what he’d do. He could see himself alone with the Merchant of the Coast. It was a white rabbit with a smug grin in a lavish home overlooking the sea. He was in ye olde puffy garb, the kind the stuff shirts wore back then, with all the puffs and frills and unnecessary gilded things to try and flaunt their superiority. He wouldn’t feel so smug when the wolf would draw a tiny penis on the crotch, the size the real life model probably had. Then he’d coat the rabbit in a blue collar working man’s cum. The rabbit back then probably had servants to jack him off and collect his seed. He’d probably never touched his own jizz, let alone another man’s, a lesser man’s seed. Sleazy grinned, he’d crank his cock, splattering the entire painting splotch with his cum. Then he’d tear the whole thing out and crumple it, using it to wipe and clean off his cock. All the colors would run and the rabbit’s smug grin would be lost to the ages. Just oil paints smeared together, some rich bastard’s legacy to the world turned into a security guard’s cum rag. That would be real justice.\n\n\tSleazy was smirking to himself, nodding his head, yeah that was getting him stiff. Sticking it to the man and getting off at the same time, talk about two birds with one stone. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes while he was fantasizing. He slowly opened them again, focusing on the monitors. As he did his jaw dropped, his shoes came off the console onto the floor so he could sit upright. In the few moments he’d closed his eyes the museum had gone to the dogs. On every monitor there was a guard posted something had happened. On one screen there was a donkey guard, his uniform was scattered around a short glass podium. He himself was inside the reinforced display case, a small clear box he was barely able to kneel upright in. He was hunched forward, having to bend down to fit, kneeling, like someone had squeezed him into the case and shut the door behind. Making it worse for the guy, he was completely naked, the fact that he didn’t have any room keeping his arms bound behind his back, bent forward, nose pressing into his own rock hard cock. His lengthy member was fully erect, throbbing right in his face, pressing against the glass, like the rest of his muscular body it squirmed with barely any room. The well built donkey struggled, blushing and trying to get free, any movement only seeming to make his situation worse. The horny donkey now on display for anyone to walk by and see, trapped and exposed, and by the look on his face frustratingly horny. Sleazy felt his cock throb in his slacks in sympathy, by the look on the donkey’s face the first thing he’d want to do when he got out was touch his aching member.\n\n\tAnother monitor revealed a different, but equally amazing and awkward spectacle. A bronze statue seemed to have a hold of a lion guard. The lion was struggling as a tall bronze wolf twice his size held his wrists. The wolf was dressed in the garb of the centurion. Sleazy had seen it plenty of times, both through the monitor, and passing by on the way to his post. He even used to have to stand guard near the thing before his attitude got him sent in here to watch the monitors. Always it had been standing erect and tall, a spear in his paw pointing towards the ceiling. Never once had it moved in his years of working there, now the statue had come to life and was holding the lion in the air, helpless. He was brandishing a very different kind of spear too, between his legs, through the tassets, a bronze canine cock jutted out, proud and throbbing. The statue pulled the struggling lion closer, it was then Sleazy noticed another strange thing. The lion’s paws began to change, his fingers began to slow and change color, turning the same color as the wolf centurion. Soon they stopped, frozen all together, claws extended and fingers twisted in a frantic desperate scrape for freedom. The lion struggled, his shirt popping open and loose as he was pulled closer, tighter to the wolf. His eyes were wide as his mouth silently screamed no, calling for help, wailing for any kind of assistance. But like his paws and arms his body seemed to slow down, as he pressed tighter to the wolf more buttons popped, his clothes looking disheveled, and then taking on a bronze appearance. \n\nThe color change was slow as the lion was pulled down on the throbbing centurion cock. His slacks resisted, but surely like the rest it tore, the seat of his pants, and his underwear, splitting under the wolf’s mighty spear. The lion thrashed weakly, his entire body going from the tawny gold into a dull bronze. His face frozen in the look of shock and horror, surprised as he tied with the wolf’s knot completely. With one final shove the statue tied with the guard, buried balls deep in the lion, and was once again frozen in time. The lion’s jaw was frozen in a silent scream, eyes wide in horror at taking the warrior wolf’s thick shaft. It was now forever splitting his backside, the lion’s own shaft forever trapped in his slacks, the pants tented outwards in an obvious boner, begging for attention that would never come. It looked like the statue now had always been that way, a sentinel of the old world raping one of the new. Both barely pulled out of their uniforms enough for the superior soldier to conquer his opponent so completely. The lion stayed frozen in midair, kicking and screaming as he was ravaged by the centurion. His own needs and desires forever neglected. \n\nSome scholar would probably say something about how in a world of technology, we’d lost some of the strength and ambition of our ancestors. That the wolf of the old raping the lion of the new served as a warning. The lion was learning it all too well, frozen in time spread on the conquering hero’s knot. His cock forever churning and denied, the fate of all weaker males. Sex and pleasure were only meant for the conquering warriors. No more would the lion experience the ecstasy of sex, of victory. His life of casual sex and easy jerking off was over. He’d never fought for it, he’d just enjoyed it, took it for granted. Now he would never feel it again, the only sensation he’d know would be the ache of his balls, the sting of the alpha wolf. Only the strong get to enjoy the spoils of war.\n\nSleazy whimpered, wondering what the hell was going on. At the same time he grunted, his cock was stiff and fighting with the insides of his own pants. Much like the lion, just the sight of his coworkers in such dirty circumstances and peril, he couldn’t stop his cock from ballooning out. It was the mix of dirty taboo and danger, he couldn’t stop himself from being a little turned on as well. He tried to adjust himself in his slacks as he looked on, hoping to find who was doing this in the act. His eyes darted from screen to screen, there wasn’t a man left standing. A big rottweiler stood transfixed in front of a voodoo tribal fetish. He stared into the wooden masks eyes transfixed. His fly was open and his big thick cock and balls were hanging out, stiff as a board and dripping pre cum all over the marble floor. The rottie’s hips bucked as he stared at the mask, as if by magic that huge cock between his legs began to shrink. It dwindled quickly, the rottweiler completely unaware he was going from stud to dud. Sleazy had to wrench his eyes away as his whole package was reduced to puppy-like proportions. It looked absolutely ridiculous and pathetic on the broad masculine stud. “Talk about shrinking your head…” Sleazy groaned, feeling his own cock throb in his tight slacks, not quite taking in the gravity of his own pun.\n\nOn the next screen there was nothing, it took a moment to realize where the guard had disappeared to. He hadn’t abandoned his post, he was there, inside the painting. What had once been a photograph of some jungle natives preparing a feast, now in the center of the photo was a large chubby bear. He was blushing as he was being held down by four large and devious looking hyena’s, each one posted at an arm or wrist. His clothing had been scattered around the campsite, one of the younger hyena’s males giggling as he held up the guard’s briefs for the tribe to see. The bear’s stiff cock could barely be seen poking out from under his rotund stomach, but his fat heavy balls hung low. They were being stretched out over a stone slab as a large hyena with tribal markings approached with two things, a wicked grin and an axe. Sleazy shuddered at the implications of the photograph, he was now staring at a picture. He wondered however if the bear was living that moment for real, right now, like the lion had. That the guard had somehow been transported back in time, or simply there, now. He didn’t know, but he had a feeling deep in his gut that some photographer at some point had parted the grass just in time to capture the image, and that the bear...then...now...whenever, had or was now losing his balls to the big hyena. The perfect moment captured, several explorers watching in shock as the tribe castrated another male. Sleazy gulped and had to wonder if the photographer’s were as stiff as both the bear and Sleazy were at that moment. \n\n“For someone who claims to detest art, you certainly seem to be enjoying my work…” A rather posh voice exclaimed softly over Sleazy’s shoulder, “Maybe if you’d been doing your job a little better, some of your friends might not have ended up as part of the exhibits. Still, it’s nice to be appreciated.” The voice was deep, rich, and soothing. It had a bit of a stuffy quality, one of those accents you hear over the pond. It sounded very proper, an accent Sleazy would usually naturally hate. This voice though, it did the opposite. Usually when he heard some stuff shirt talk in that funny accent he wanted to lay him out flat. This guy’s voice, it just made Sleazy’s pants throb all the more. The sound, the texture, the way he formed every syllable; it just made the wolf melt in his seat. The only part of him that was stiff was his cock, still trapped in his pants.\n\nSleazy felt the swivel chair spin around, turning to face the thief. The wolf blushed shyly as a white rabbit loomed over him. He was in a fine tailored suit that hugged his body, fitting the svelte creature like a glove. He had on a black pleated tuxedo shirt with a white tie. Over that was a lavender vest with gold filigree, vines and leaves twisting over the fabric. That all was bound together by a dark purple jacket and matching slacks. Lavender socks and white loafers, a purple tophat with a gold band, and his face was covered with a simple black domino mask. Velvet gloved paws, the lavender covered fingers adjusted his gold cufflinks with richly purple amethysts inside. It was all a package, the white rabbit tying it all together solidly. He grinned, showing off his brilliant white smile, the final blow that just made Sleazy weak in the knees. He was completely stunned by the brilliance of the dapper thief. There was a glamour in simply looking at him. It wasn’t just a surprise to see such a well dressed gentleman. The way he looked, Sleazy was completely enamoured, he wasn’t sure if it was the rabbit’s doing or if he was simply caught up in his own emotions. \n\nThe rabbit leaned in close, his hazel colored eyes were green with bits of yellow. It looked like flecks of gold glittering inside the greenest emeralds. The wolf could feel the rabbit’s hot breath wisping, tickling gently through his mustache and across his muzzle. Sleazy could feel his breath seize in his chest, the rabbit’s lips pursed, he was really going to kiss him! Sleazy clenched his eyes shut, his fingers digging into the stiff arms of the faux leather chair. He waited, the only thing to count the moments was the furious hammer of his heart thumping in his chest. It seemed like forever and their lips didn’t meet. The wolf’s eye squinted open, just in time to feel the rush of heat enter his cheeks, and then his entire body. The rabbit had kissed him, but not on the lips…\n\nSleazy’s eyes widened, his mouth yawning as his tongue spilled out, limply dangling to the left. A long groan of ecstasy escaped his gaping maw as he felt the rabbit’s lips. The thief was down on his knees, lips softly pressed against the arching tip in Sleazy’s pants. The wolf’s cock softly rocked against the rabbit’s mouth, jutting towards the ceiling, desperately trying to dig it’s way through the fabric and into the rabbit’s waiting mouth. Sleazy whines, claws digging into the arms of the chair as the rabbit teases him so, just feeling the breath on his cock. The heat blowing, and receding, almost in time with the throbbing of his cock. The gust of hot air filters through his pants causing his shaft to tense and throb, then slowly relax and sink back down as the hot air cools. A teasing cycle of heat and cold, a hypnotic dance tugging at his arousal like a leash, Sleazy could barely stand it. \n\n“Do you wish to cream all over me Sleazy? Purge yourself and wad me away like the painting in your fantasy?” Sleazy moaned softly as he heard the rabbit speak, arching his hips and rising ever so slightly out of the chair. The rabbit’s mouth moved with it, as if he knew, teasingly staying just out of reach. As the rabbit talked and teased, all Sleazy could feel was the nibbling teeth on the head of his cock. Each word formed, enunciated perfectly, while simultaneously teasing the wolf out of his mind. The soft sensuous nibbles through the fabric made his body shudder, the wolf’s fur bristling with need. Yet it was almost scary, the movement, his knowledge. \n\n“...It’s almost like I can see into your head?” The rabbit continued, pulling his mouth away and staring up at the wolf once more, the gloved paws stroking over the wolf’s thighs. “That’s what you were thinking, yes?” \n\nThe thief chuckled, lips forming a thin smirk across his short muzzle, “That’s right big boy, I can see into that simple little head of yours. It’s not that difficult to read. You’re like an open book to me….Sleazy. Such a cute nickname too, do you mind if I use it. We are getting a bit…” The rabbit pursed his lips once more and blew, the warm current of air enveloping Sleazy’s groin. The wolf writhed in his chair, another gurgle of pleasure escaping his throat. “Intimate with each other. I can see why you prefer it to the alternative. Yes, Sleazy will do, Mr. Sleazy...my big bad sleazy wolf…”\n\nThe rabbit dipped his head low again, rubbing his nose against the lupine’s stiff cock, deftly slipping into the fly of the tan khakis Sleazy wore. Those beautiful teeth caught the zipper, dragging it down ever so slowly. For a time it was the only sound that filled the room, the soft buzz of the metal teeth parting with a chorus of two excited male’s panting. Sleazy whined, his chest was tight with his shuddering, excited breath. “Th-this is hot….” he whimpered, “I...think I…love you…” \n\n“I know.” was the reply, short, sweet, teasing. \n\nSleazy thought he was going to cream his pants.\n\n“Don’t finish just yet big boy, I’m not done with you yet.” Sleazy felt the rabbit’s thumb stroke under his knob, a teasing motion that would have surely pushed him over the edge. Instead it eased some of the pressure, he was still horny as hell, but he didn’t feel like he was a hair’s breadth away from creaming his briefs anymore. The rabbit continue to brush his thumb over the damp tip of the black briefs, the wet stain almost invisible to sight. To touch however it was oh so clear, the wolf had saturated a large portion of the cotton. His other paw unhitched the belt and popped the fly, partly freeing the wolf’s hips. \n\nSleazy groaned as the rabbit coaxed him to lift his legs, standing just enough to let the slacks be slid down. The rabbit could see Sleazy’s creamy white underbelly and grey back lead into the dark black waistband, only to reappear at his legs. The short briefs broke into fur, creamy white inner thighs leading to dark grey outers past the black cotton. Sleazy’s cock was large enough that the elastic around his legs was lifted off, the thief could see the base of his shaft and his heavy balls. “No wonder you wear briefs, packing this much around, a big boy like you needs support. My big...bad...wolf.” With each word ending the statement the gloved paw tense around the shaft, wringing and stroking, digging the soft cotton into his sensitive manhood. All the sensations drove Sleazy wild. \n\n“Let’s get these pesky things down shall we?” The rabbit asked, “I want to see you in your full glory.” Sleazy nodded, shakily he propped himself up once more. The briefs literally had to be peeled away from his shaft, each tug sent electric shocks of pleasure through his body. When his cock was finally freed, his rigid shaft sprang up, smacking the rabbit across the muzzle. He just smiled, looking like he enjoyed the sensation almost as much as Sleazy. The waves rocked through the wolf, making him feel weak from head to toe as his briefs made the trip down to his ankles. “Oh yes, now that’s a welcome sight. That’s quite a package you have. It’s simply beautiful.” The thief admired the guard’s cock, their jobs abandoned, now they were just two men enjoying each other’s bodies. \n\nThe rabbit ran his fingers through the soft grey fur, the wolf’s tail wagging behind, bristling in anticipation. Sleazy was clenching his toes inside his shoes, it was all he could do to contain himself as the rabbit’s head dipped low. Once again the hot gusts of breath taunted his member, but this time drew closer, the time for teasing was over. Now it was time to experience what the rabbit’s muzzle had to offer, and if it the nibbling and teasing was just the opening act, Sleazy knew then he was in for quite a performance. The rabbit’s long ear’s stood tall and erect, tickling down Sleazy’s chest as he felt the thief's hot muzzle approach. The rabbit slipped off his top hat, letting Sleazy get a view of the thick swath of hair that had been slicked back. A style that made the thief seem even more roguish and handsome to Sleazy. His heart pounded as with each movement, every subtle thing was a revelation that only made the mysterious white rabbit seem that much more arousing.\n\nHe felt the thief’s tongue slip along the underside of his shaft, his lips followed, applying a firm ring of suction along Sleazy’s member. It was a shock, a jolt that stiffened his whole body, once more he was tense in his seat and clinging to the armrests with all his might. His claws dug into the synthetic materials, gritting his teeth all the while. He was doing anything he could just to simply ride out the sensations. He was already aroused, this however was entirely different, he was beyond horny. This felt more like a tightrope walk across a chasm, he was one misstep away from blowing his wad like a horny teenage pup.\n\nThe rabbit seemed to know this, like he was reading the wolf like an open book. His mouth probed Sleazy’s shaft. Lips, tongue, and the heat of it all enveloped every sensitive place and struck them all. Sleazy was on a roller coaster ride of pleasure and all he could do was cling on for dear life. Shiny shoes tapped against the marble of the floor, the armrests had been punctured multiple times. Still the rabbit calmly bobbed his head up and down, as if he were performing some light foreplay, and not driving the wolf out of his skull trying to resist ejaculating. As much as Sleazy wanted to cum, it felt too good, he wanted more. It seemed like ages since sex had felt anywhere near this good, he wanted more. The rabbit looked up, there was a strange glint in his eye, a knowing wink. Sleazy gulped dryly, it was like the rabbit was trying to tell him something, like he knew something. Sleazy let out a moan, both from pleasure and as realization struck. The rabbit almost seemed to know before he did. Even if Sleazy wanted to get off, were actively trying to finish up, the rabbit wasn’t going to let him, not just yet. \n\nThe thief tenderly caressed his balls, making them churn and boil eagerly. It made his gut twist, making the burn for desire that much worse. It was like the rabbit had cranked the knob up to eleven and then broken it off, Sleazy’s pleasure was going haywire. Suddenly he began to wonder if this was all just some sort of trap, to get him into some position like the other guards. Something to trap or humiliate him like the other men. Sleazy didn’t know, and almost frankly didn’t care, the pleasure felt too good. If it was going to continue, he was perfectly fine with that. If he had to beg to finish up though, he’d do it. He might have usually been above such a thing, but the handsome rabbit, he’d make an exception to the rule for him. Either way, for now they both wanted to have their fun, and were content at the rabbit’s pace. \n\nSleazy couldn’t help but chuckle, his words being puffed out between pants, “I guess you like to watch ‘em squirm huh?” His legs spread wider, hips pushing forward as the white rabbit deep throated his cock. Now they both were trying to play it cool, Sleazy couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the rabbit’s superior show of composure. The only hint of betrayal was the moderate bulge in the rabbit’s purple slacks. The tent lay untouched, his own needy cock throbbing due to his paws being full from fondling and exploring Sleazy’s body. One velvet gloved paw rubbed and soothed his fat nuts. The wolf’s low hangers shivered and pulsated, so hot and ready to blow. Each touch only seemed to add fuel to the fire; at the same time, it mellowed Sleazy out in a way. With each stroke and pass Sleazy could feel his balls boil, but as his desire grew, his need dwindled. Each stroke simultaneously seemed to keep him from blowing his load, but left him aching for it even worse. \n\n“Ooooooh damn, that feels amazing!” Sleazy hissed, throwing his head back. “I guess if you’re in control here Mr. Thief, if that’s what you’re trying to imply. Any chance you’ll let me know when it’s okay for me to get off….” Sleazy paused, then blushed, adding, “...IF...I’m going to get off…”\n\nThe edge’s of the rabbit’s mouth curled into a smirk, slowly he pulled of the wolf’s long member, letting it hang. “You’re brighter than most, and honestly I like you.” The rabbit stood, grabbing Sleazy’s piano key tie and dragging him into a hot and steamy kiss. It was passionate, long, Sleazy could taste himself on the rabbit’s tongue as it invaded his muzzle. By the time the rabbit ended the kiss, the saliva on Sleazy’s cock had gone cold, his dick wasn’t any less stiff however. “You know most guys would try and take charge. They’d do their job and try and catch me. Or if I came on to them they’d be trying to dominate the situation. Not you though, at least, not like that.” \n\nThe rabbit grinned as he continued, “You just enjoyed it, appreciated it, you’re having fun. Most importantly,” The rabbit’s grin curled into an outright smirk, “You understand your position.” The rabbit put emphasis on the last word, causing Sleazy to blush. “Don’t get me wrong, I do feel a bit of a connection. Kindred spirits, perhaps you could call it something like that. Neither of us have a very high affinity for the rest of society and it’s actions.” The rabbit paused, stooping a moment to pick up his hat and put it back on his head, “But lest we forget, I am the thief, and I did get the drop on you. You are at my mercy.”\n\nSleazy gritted his teeth, he stared down the length of his body, his clothes were messy and disheveled, his cock was still rock hard and dripping precum. “But…”\n\n“To answer your questions, first,” The thief interrupted, “No, you aren’t going to end up like those other poor souls in the rest of the museum. And second, yes, you are going to get off. In due time, when I am done having fun with you. So please try not to worry.” The rabbit leaned in close, “You will when I say so my big...bad…sleazeball.”\n\nWith that the rabbit forced himself onto the wolf again, passionately tongue wrestling him. This time his entire body got in on the act, pulling the wolf up out of his chair and grinding with him. Their bodies intertwined, the thief held Sleazy there, eagerly rubbing and grinding against the guard. Sleazy could feel those velvet gloves all over his back, rubbing his shoulders, moving down as gripping his rump tightly. Their throbbing cocks pressed together, wrestling just as much as their tongues were, the two throbbing spires separated by the rabbit’s fancy clothes. With a light shove Sleazy fell back into his chair, letting out a grunt of dismay. \n\nHe stared at his cock, the skin was a deep red, it was so engorged and needy. A sticky string of precum bounce in the air. Sleazy followed the snail trail of a tightrope right back to the rabbit’s crotch. Wet stains had darkened the fabric, splotches where the two eager shafts had moistened the rabbit’s slacks. The string was stretched thin between them but clung on, as if it were a bungee cord trying to pull the pair back together. The wolf blushed as he followed the stains up the body and back to the rabbit’s face. The thief had his brow furrowed and frowned in a very mocking fashion. “I hope you know you’ll be getting my dry cleaning bill. Honestly you’re more trouble than you’re worth, look at this mess.” He chuckled, giving the wolf a wry sort of grin, “I guess I’ll just have to slip out of these soiled things.” \n\nThe breath seemed to leave Sleazy’s chest altogether as the rabbit’s paws slipped off the gloves, folding and pocketing them. Even that simple bit of fur being shown was quite thrilling, the rabbit seemed so shrouded and hidden; the fact that the only fur Sleazy had seen were his wrists and cheeks made the simple act that much more exotic. Seeing the pale white fur, glossy and shimmering like moonlight was captivating. Even if all he was exposing was his hands. Those hands slipped up to the silk tie, wriggling and loosening the windsor knot. The thief grunted erotically, a short guttural burst that made Sleazy shiver. Through sensual half-lidded eyes he stared back at the wolf, making a show of slipping the tie out of his collar, moaning softly like a weight was being lifted. Like it was such an effort to remove the restrictive clothing, or perhaps more on target, an effort not to tear them off with wild abandon. \n\nThe rabbit continued the pace, very slow and laborious, letting Sleazy take in every tiny motion. Each subtle movement dripping with eager desire and anticipation, a tease for the both of them now. Sleazy bit his lip, watching the rabbit slip one button on his jacket undone at an excruciatingly slow pace. His cock rocked and railed against it’s prison, throbbing and jostling to find it’s own way out. It seemed impatient and unwilling to wait it’s turn. The wolf felt like he could relate, his body shivered in the silence, it felt like his very mustache was quivering in the silence. \n\nThe grey wolf’s body was buzzing, Sleazy felt like a trembling ball of sexual energy, of frustration. He felt like he was ready to burst out of his own skin. Still he sat there enraptured, quiet, and still. Normally if anything turned him on this much, it would be on it’s back right now having it’s tail stretched. It felt so different to not be in charge. He couldn’t even think of the last time he’d gone this long without blowing his load. It was exactly what the rabbit wanted, and as much as it made his cheeks burn, he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it. The thief was calling the shots, and it was hot to be so wonderfully helpless. As much as his body begged for him to, to grab his cock and finish things off, he didn’t. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, that the strange suited rabbit wasn’t done with him yet. He was pulling all the strings and doing it with a simple look. It was like the rabbit was a magician, pushing buttons Sleazy didn’t even know he’d had.\n\nIt was an odd feeling. Was it born from fear what the rabbit might do if Sleazy “broke the unspoken rules” of their little game? Yes and no, it was part of it, but why did the idea of consequences make Sleazy that much more excited? There was the feeling that he wanted to push those boundaries and see where they would lead, it was exciting, thrilling, dangerous. He was enjoying this too though, so he didn’t, yet he did. A confusing balancing act of decisions and worries that kept the wolf’s head spinning as much as it kept his cock throbbing. Maybe it was because he was worried he’d disappoint himself? As much as he wanted to finish, to feel that instant gratification, he wanted to see where this would go. He couldn’t shake the feeling of danger, being reminded he was essentially a prisoner, at the whims of this strange rabbit. Even that was exciting, not knowing, not being in control, it was just turning something on in Sleazy. It was a side he’d never faced before, and the rabbit seemed content enough with their dirty little distraction. He was basically tied up, if he was good he’d get to enjoy himself, if he was bad who knew what would happen. Sleazy wondered if the rabbit even knew. Would they both get off and the rabbit would take what he came for, would the wolf end up like one of the other guards? He couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. \n \nMore buttons had fallen, his jacket was slung over the console, the vest was abandoned to the floor. The rabbit delicately removed the cufflinks from his shirt, slipping them safely in the shirt’s pocket. His fingers continued deftly on their mission, each button falling in sequence. One by one they split, the shirt spilling open at the same agonizingly slow pace. Sleazy would savor every shift of the rabbit’s body, letting him get a glimpse of his chest. His thick chest fur, the ruff of pure white seemed to billow out from inside the lavender undershirt he wore beneath. It was a ribbed tank top and the cut only seemed to frame his soft downy chest, as well as hug his thin sculpted body. As the collared shirt opened completely, pulled and untucked from his slacks, he slipped out and flung it at sleezy by the long sleeve. \n\nSleazy sat frozen, paralyzed as his whole world became purple for a moment, the rabbit disappeared from view. He wasn’t lost on all his senses, Sleazy used his nose and drank deep of the scent of the thief. There were hints of cologne, something earthy, spicy, alluring. Mixed with the natural scent of the thief from wearing the shirt it became a veritable bouquet of masculine essence. His cock strained as he continued to breath, every breath felt like he had buried himself in the neck of the rabbit. It was like they were kissing all over again, bodies pressed together intimately. Lost in the purple haze of the rabbit’s scent Sleazy began to claw his way out of the shirt, pushing it off his face so he didn’t miss more of the rabbit’s strip tease.\n\nPushing the shirt out of the way, it rested in Sleazy’s slap, crumpled around the top of his turgid boner. The once pale skin was now a bright scarlet that seemed to wish to rival the shade of the rabbit’s shirt. Sleazy didn’t notice, didn’t care as it slid off his lap and crumpled to the floor. The rabbit had already unfastened his white leather belt, he was sliding it back and forth teasingly through the loops of his pants, shifting his hips erotically. If this had been a strip club Sleazy would be out of his paycheck right now, he would be a poor man before the rabbit even got his pants down. The white belt slid free of the loops, casually discarded to the side as the rabbit stepped out of his matching shoes. The solid lavender socks clung to the rabbit’s large feet, the solid masculine shape framed perfectly, the thin fabric detailing every exquisite contour. The thief seemed to have and exceptional taste for fine clothing, it only made Sleazy lick his lips in anticipation. He wanted to see the rest of it, and wanted to see the rest of it come off.\n\nThe rabbit gyrated his hips, there wasn’t much left now. Crossing his arms and grabbing the sides of his undershirt he lifted, turning the shirt inside out as it was pulled off over his head. The top hat he’d been wearing was launched up, tumbling through the air and landing on the ground, directly in front of the rabbit. The mouth was pointing up, like it was waiting to be filled. The rabbit dropped the undershirt inside. Sleazy watched it disappear into the dark hole easily enough. It was followed by the belt, and then his dress shirt, followed by the vest. As the rabbit casually tossed in his clothing like a it was a hamper Sleazy started to wonder how it all fit. There wasn’t that much space, surely the clothes were about ready to pile up and spill out. They already should have!\n\nThe suit jacket was slowly lowered in, tucked in neatly and disappearing inside the brim of the hungry hat. Sleazy’s eyes widened, this was impossible, then again, so were a lot of other things he’d seen tonight. The left shoe, and then the right, all the clothes the rabbit had been wearing were gone. Leaving just what was left. His paws traced down his chest, stroking through his own snowy white fur. He moaned hotly, letting his own cock pulse in his purple slacks. Paws tracing down his abs and over the fabric. His slender fingers gripped the waist, Sleazy’s body was tense, a countdown was nearing it’s end. Those pants were about to come down. \n\nSleazy watched the rabbit pull at the waist of his pants, separating the the hooks and tabs inside the dress pants. As they were released he slowly pulled the zipper down, holding the fly together, not allowing the wolf to see anything yet. The rabbit had his hips turned so his rampant erection didn’t split the fly prematurely. The rabbit unfastened on last button inside, the catch incase the hooks failed, and then simply let go of his pants. Sleazy gasped as the rabbit bared himself all at once. The wolf’s eyes followed the purple pants down, watching them crumple around his ankles without any resistance. He slowly had to follow it back upwards. The thin lavender dress socks he wore were held up by a pair of black sock suspenders. Then it was nothing but white taut calf and thigh, curvaceous powerful legs for miles. Toned and trim, Sleazy just wagged his tongue as he stared at the legs that seemed to go on for miles. At least until he finally reached the summit, the pinnacle, the very thing he’d been waiting for. \n\nThe rabbit stepped out of his slacks, depositing them into the magical hat. Clad in nothing now but his socks, underwear, mask, and a very cheeky smile. The rabbit stood there with his smirk, posing in front of Sleazy, his arms were folded and he put all his weight on his back leg. His right front leg was twisted to the side, lifted slightly off the heel, letting his knees spread to frame and show off his crotch as the wolf’s eyes stared. The thief had a very tight pair of posing briefs, a skin tight lavender speedo, the same color as his socks. The slick looking fabric seemed to hug his every curve, even if the rabbit hadn’t been rock hard it wouldn’t have left anything to the imagination. He had a moderate sized tent, a cock of about five or six inches arched gently upwards towards the ceiling. The knob bulged out in a mushroom shape, but something else poked out along the base of it. The rabbit slid his thumbs under his own briefs, literally having to peel them off his slender hips. Sleazy’s eyes followed the trail blazed by the rabbit’s underwear, from his abdomen to the v-shaped arch leading straight to his groin. Down to the center of the thief’s crotch, with a simple tug the rabbit’s cock bowed and then sprang back up. Sleazy could almost hear the twang, like a coiled spring snapping back into position.\n\nThe rabbit continued to slip them down, obscuring it for a moment as he stepped out of the speedo. The wolf let out an involuntary whine, hips bucking as the rabbit’s handsome cock was blocked from view, the hinting glimpse wasn’t enough. The rabbit unrolled the briefs with a flick, stretching them out for Sleazy to see before letting them fall into the hat. He stood back, shaft proudly jutting out, balls dangling uniformly underneath. Sleazy tried to memorize every detail, finding the thief’s cock mesmerizing in it’s simplicity. He wasn’t the biggest in any respect, but it had a certain appeal, a certain mystery just like the rabbit himself. It was only about six inches in length it seemed, equally average in girth too. The rabbit’s fingers would easily overlap when he gripped it. Sleazy did want to see him grip it though, that magnificent cock. The rabbit was uncircumcised, his foreskin pulled back just enough naturally to let Sleazy see the red tinted knob beneath. The foreskin was dusted with a soft short white fur, much like the rest of him, but as he rolled it back all Sleazy could see was his engorged member. Along with something else, the rabbit was pierced, a slender gold ring ran through through the underside of his knob. It exited just beside his frenulum, the ends of the ring were capped with smooth amethyst orbs. It explained what the odd shape in his briefs had been, that hot little piece of jewelry. \n\nThe thief slid his foreskin back and forth, moaning softly every time the piercing brushed the sensitive regions of his cock. He jacked himself off, masturbating in front of the guard to capture his victim’s focus yet again. The rabbit could see the wolf’s eyes bounce, following the sleeve of skin and fur glide smoothly up and down, watching the clear sticky precum lubricate the piston of hot flesh. Sleazy wanted desperately to join the rabbit, to mimic those movements and enjoy himself. His paws stayed clenched at his sides, gripping the armrest, physically resisting the urge to stroke himself. It was an urge he needed to fill, he wasn’t even sure how long they’d been at this now. All he knew was the hypnotic power of the sexy rabbit and the aching churn of his balls. He remained stalwart in his attempt not to touch himself, to not get so dangerously close to spilling his load and upsetting the rabbit. He knew if he took hold of his cock like the rabbit was, he wouldn’t be able to stop. For now the thief’s prize seemed to be Sleazy’s fat churning balls, his whole tackle belonged to the rabbit, and Sleazy himself was just along for the ride. Only the rabbit knew when the next stop was on this roller coaster of lust.\n\n“Tell me Sleazy, do you like what you see?” The rabbit teased, making extra long strokes of his cock, letting the skin stretch taut. Blood and color rushed into his shaft to make the already engorged rabbit cock bright red. It looked just as needy as Sleazy’s felt, but the rabbit looked cool and calm, collected as he had been when he’d walked into the office. Sleazy was huffing and puffing, he felt like he’d run a marathon, exhaustion was taking hold from teetering on the edge for so long. The wolf wheezed, the hot air blowing through his mouth and nose, making his trim moustache flutter in the gust of air. His cock throbbed, bouncing the answer that his mouth couldn’t form. Almost as if it were bobbing a message in morse code to the rabbit in it’s desperation. Once again the rabbit’s pearly white teeth came on display, “I’ll take that as a yes.” he chortled softly, “A very solid yes. I think for being such a good boy, for sitting so quiet and patient, and enjoying my little show. It’s time for a reward.”\n\nThe rabbit strode up next to the wolf, cock bouncing with each step, registering the shockwave of each commanding step. He placed two fingers on the back of Sleazy’s chair, swiveling him around in his chair back to face the console. The rabbit leaned forward on the desk in front of the screens that overlooked the museum, for all the chaos the rabbit had left in the building, men blushing and panicking on every screen. Sleazy was almost oblivious to all of it, his eyes were focused on the handsome fellow in front of him. The rabbit was coyly looking over his shoulder, smirking back as he swayed his taut rump invitingly. His white fluffy tail twitched, looking almost like a white flame as it flicked in anticipation, “Well, are you going to mount me or not?” \n\nSleazy froze, mouth open, did the rabbit really just say that. The wolf’s cock surged, lifting him out of the chair, the rest of his body refused to move. What if it was some sort of trick? Or maybe he just couldn’t believe his ears, he stared at the rabbit, battling with his own instincts. “Come on then, we don’t have all night.” Sleazy grunted, he meant it, with that the wolf was out of the chair in a flash. Sleazy grabbed the rabbit’s hips, his whole body seemed to tremble as he tried to move into position. The rabbit grunted in disgust at the wild eager shifting of the wolf looming over him, “I say, show a little composure or we won’t be doing this at all dear boy.” The rabbit reached over his shoulder to snag the piano key necktie. Wrapping it once around his knuckles he pulled tight. Sleazy felt his body go rigid, almost like he was no longer in control of himself.\n\nHis body was locked, but his stiff prick seemed to be in the perfect position. The rabbit pulled the tie forward and Sleazy felt himself slip into the thief’s velvety depths. His entire body shuddered, once again enveloped by the rabbit, it was heaven just to have contact on his shaft once more. The rabbit rolled his eyes, “It seems I’m going to have to be in charge if either of us are going to have any fun. Otherwise you’re going to pop like a geyser, and I don’t have time to be sticking around for a second performance.” The rabbit grumbled, “I’ve seen virgins with more staying power. Not to your discredit of course, I am amazing after all.” The rabbit grinned smugly back at the wolf as he began pulling on the necktie once more. \n\nSleazy moaned, body trembling as he was pulled forward, balls deep in the rabbit before he finished his long exhale. His fat orbs bumped gently against the rabbit’s soft rump, he could feel the heat radiating off the rabbit’s body. “Now then, do as I say and you’ll get through this just fine. Start fucking me like normal, and if I tell you to do something different, you do it. Alright?” Sleazy just nodded vehemently, he couldn’t stop shaking, just being inside was difficult. He didn’t know what would happen when he actually began to plow the rabbit. Still, Sleazy grabbed those hips and took a deep breath. He cocked his hips back until he reached the end of the tie, the silk going taut as the rabbit kept a tight grip, “Begin.” He commanded simply.\n\n“Yes sir…”\n\nThe rabbit nodded, “Good chap, that’s what I like to hear.”\n\nSleazy drove his cock home, burying it right back into the rabbit. Pulling back and pushing forward, it was very mechanical, but far from a well oiled machine. The nervous, and frankly very turned on wolf was very jerky and awkward as he bucked over the rabbit. The white bunny looked almost bored, or annoyed, Sleazy couldn’t tell. The thief certainly didn’t look pleased at any rate. Sleazy felt himself start to sweat, bullets of salty water matting his fur as he bit down on his tongue. He repositioned, shifting his weight, his body, all to try and push into the dapper rabbit more confidently and smoothly. \n\n“STOP!” The rabbit groaned, Sleazy’s freight train tactic was too forceful to stop on a dime however. The wolf’s eyes watered, his ears stood erect, a sharp yelp pierced the room. His body had rammed into the rabbit full force, stretching him wide, but the force and sudden attempt to stop caused Sleazy’s tender balls to slap against the rabbit’s inner thighs. If that wasn’t bad enough, they seemed to rebound off his taut calves and crash back into Sleazy’s own thighs. “Okay, do that again.”\n\nSleazy’s eyes nearly popped from his skull, “W-what?!”\n\n“Do...that...AGAIN!” He commanded sharply, speaking to Sleazy as if he were thick, “You’re not about to cum anymore, are you?”\n\nSleazy blushed, following the snide grin down to his own groin, “N-No, I’m not.” His cheeks burned, wondering how much of that the rabbit had manipulated him to do. Was it just a coincidence or was that rabbit really deep inside Sleazy’s head. Being controlled or not Sleazy had to admit the rabbit was pushing Sleazy’s buttons, intentionally or not. It was hard to think every hot little nuance of the rabbit was all stumbled upon, or accidents. Everything he led Sleazy to do just wound him up a little tighter. \n\nHe cocked his hips back again, before he could thrust forward the rabbit jerked his tie. He slammed into the rabbit in surprise, with no way to stop himself. It sent them both roughly into the console desk. Sleazy’s balls cracked not only against the thief’s firm thighs, but against the metal case of the desk as well. He grunted, trying to blink away the pain. A feeling that resonated through his body, twisted in his gut. When he felt the tie gain some slack he stumbled back, only to be pulled forward again by the rabbit. The rabbit’s haunches received another rough swat, but it was Sleazy’s balls that took the brunt of the damage.\n\nThe wolf moaned, his nuts ached, churning for two very different reasons now. The sensations seemed to mingle and mix though. He bit through the pain and cocked his hips back once more, before the rabbit could tug he lunged down, shoving the rabbit into the console. Sleazy’s balls smacked the white thighs in front of him again, he let out a grunt of sexual fervor. It hurt, yes, but he couldn’t deny that there was a bit of satisfaction and pleasure in it. The stinging swat added to his already pent up balls, he welcomed the abuse. It was like sea salt in chocolate, gritty and awkward at first, but it made the sweet need for the pleasure that much more satisfying. Despite the now regular ache in his balls he worked into a frenzy and rhythm. With that pace he was soon nearing the edge once more, gritting his teeth as the ache no longer staved off the approaching orgasm. Each slap was an encouragement, each time he bottomed out was a step closer to unloading.\n\nEven the rabbit was getting in on it, he no longer looked bored, he looked downright happy. Sleazy had no idea how he looked so poised when the wolf himself felt like he was screwing himself to shambles. Sleazy was sweating, tired, uniform in wrinkled shambles from all the exertion. The rabbit barely looked phased, like he could have gotten redressed and strolled into an opera or a dinner party and no one would have been the wiser. He barely even grunted or moaned, not that he wasn’t enjoying it. It was like he was observing some unspoken manner or etiquette. Sleazy even tried his best just to make the rabbit squeak, something, anything to break his near stoic enjoyment of the rough fuck. How the rabbit managed to look so calm, so serene, all while having his tail savagely plowed like this was beyond the wolf’s comprehension. The intrigue only fueled him on more, the mystery cranking his gear even tighter. He’d never been this turned on, felt this good in his life. The rabbit seemed to know everything about him, even things he didn’t know, and Sleazy didn’t know the first thing about the rabbit.\n\nSleazy let out a whine, a clear wail of frustration, “What, what do I have to do to make you moan?!” He panted at the rabbit, “Any other man getting a lay like this would be drowning in his own drool, laid out on the floor crosseyed. You…you’re something else!”\n\nThe rabbit smiled, “Oh dear, just because I’m not as vocal as the next man doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying myself. In fact I’ve been enjoying myself quite heavily. I didn’t mean to worry you.” The rabbit winked, the devious little glint returning to his eye, “If you’d like a little more participation on my part however I’d be happy to oblige. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m just a cold fish.”\n\nSleazy felt his blood run cold. Did the rabbit just play him, again? That look, that tone, Sleazy felt like he’d unwittingly played right into the rabbit’s hand once more. Sleazy grunted, he felt his balls start to boil over, pulling tight against his body. He was dancing on the point of no return, the razor’s edge. As he plunged his hips down his balls didn’t even smack the rabbit this time, they were ready to blow. As much as he wanted to know what the thief had planned, he was ready to cum, to end it. He had no choice anyway, his body was already preparing, any moment now he was going to erupt. He could feel the hot liquid ready to be piped through. “S-Sorry, I’m gonna…”\n\n“No you’re not,” The rabbit said quietly.\n\nSleazy suddenly felt cold, time seemed to stand still, a shiver ran up his spine. There was a hand on his balls, but both his were on the rabbit’s hips, and both of the rabbit’s were on the control desk. The fist was gentle, not rough or threatening, but it still firmly pulled down on his testicles. Sleazy tried to look back to see what was stretching his cords out. The cold chill ran through his whole body as the bubbling orgasm seemed to drain out of him, his body had been so ready, now he felt like his veins were being flushed with ice. There was no one behind him, no third person, not even a body. All Sleazy could see in his peripheral vision was the top hat still sitting on the floor. \n\nFrom inside the darkness he saw movement, his jaw dropped when one of the velvet gloves crawled back out. It was like there was a paw stuffed inside, moving it around, but there was nothing. Sleazy had seen a lot of things tonight, some outrageous things, but it was an entirely different matter to see something this unreal happening right in front of him and not just on the video feed anymore. The glove waved at Sleazy and then pointed towards his tail. The wolf craned his neck, looking behind and shifting his tail. He could see just a hint of lavender poking out from between his legs. It was the other glove, somehow it had come to life. The wolf let out a yelp as he felt the glove squeezed roughly, jolting his already sore testicles. \n\nThis time it seemed a clear threat, somewhat veiled and polite as the rabbit seemed prone to do, but threatening none the less. It felt open to interpretation, or even challenging, Sleazy’s instincts battling between being compliant and resisting. The rabbit merely greeted either option with a grin and a devious wag of his eyebrow over his shoulder. The choice really was up to the wolf, the rabbit would have his fun either way. \n\nSleazy began to feel very uneasy with the glove around his balls, now that he was aware of it, realized exactly what that squeezing had been. The initial squeeze had been a surprise, something to make the wolf jump. It had gone back to gently massaging his balls once more. This time however there was a certain tightness to it, a constant reminder that the rabbit quite literally had him by his balls. Sleazy’s fur stood on end, his mouth going dry, that heady mix of fear and arousal twisted in his gut. The velvet glove tenderly caressed and massaged the heavy wolf scrotum, gently squeezing them together in a very pleasurable fashion. The message still rang clear though, the thief was still in control, Sleazy still needed to walk on eggshells.\n\nThe other glove floated through the air in a ghostly fashion, doing one lap around Sleazy’s head before coming to rest on his right hip. The two magic gloves gripped the wolf, he felt his tie go taut again as well, the wolf could only moan as his hips slammed down on the rabbit again. “Come on, you can go faster than that can’t you?” He goaded to the wolf.\n\nSleazy could only whine pathetically, caught and helpless, as the rabbit ordered him about. Now the gloves were helping, perhaps forcing seemed more the term, him to plow the rabbit. It was like he was caught between two of the thief, the one he was slipping his slick cock in and out of, and another. Some sort of ghostly apparition of the rabbit that seemed to control the gloves, or whatever was giving them life and substance. It felt like the rabbit though, like his paws holding his hips and his balls, guiding him in and out, a steady paw controlling his thrusts and movements. The gloves postured him, controlled his speed and rhythm. Soon Sleazy felt like he wasn’t have sex so much as just going along for the ride. He was enjoying the sex, it was probably the best he’d ever had. He couldn’t escape the feeling that he was being used, that he was just a puppet, he was being ridden and controlled like a simple sex toy. \n\n...and he liked it!\n\n“Faster!” The rabbit cajoled, “That’s it, keep it up!” \n\nSleazy listened to the rabbit’s orders, not having much choice but to obey them. the wolf blushed as he was forced to comply, whimpering and whining as his own pleasure built to almost unbearable heights. Strung along like a dog on a leash without a moment to catch his breath. Waves of pleasure crashed on him, he didn’t know how much more he could resist the tidal wave of lust pounding him before he’d be swept off his feet. \n\n“God, I can’t hold out, I need to…” Sleazy whined.\n\nThe rabbit jerked the tie, making him slam in, the gloves tugged at his cods to keep them from pulling tight, “Don’t quit on me now, I said faster!” The rabbit was working every resistance the wolf had. Wearing on every sexual nerve until Sleazy was an inferno of lust, pumping in and out with only one goal, to cum. He needed to orgasm so badly that nothing else mattered, his loins burned for it with more intensity than they ever had. \n\n\tThe rabbit smirked over his shoulder, grinning ever teasingly at the sweaty overworked wolf. He was obviously enjoying the tease, but more so there was that calculating stare. The wolf could see the gears turning, like the rabbit was once again gauging how much the wolf could take. He was reading, assessing, peering into the depths of the wolf to see just how much he could take. Trying to push him that much further even, it was a caring almost fatherly look in a way. The thief was trying to make sure the wolf was enjoying it just as much as he himself was. The rabbit really could read him like a book, because Sleazy certainly was. Even if it had been rough going, a little scary, he was hot for every moment of it. Every sensual moment the rabbit had come into his life would fuel another lifetime of fantasies, maybe more.\n\n\tSleazy panted. He wheezed. He outright moaned in exhaustion, chest heaving dryly until he sounded like a locomotive running out of steam. Even if the rabbit was keeping an eye on him, caring for him in a way, it didn’t change the fact that he was nearing his breaking point. He trembled and shook with each downward thrust, his sore muscles begging for the climax, a well earned finale. The cool rejuvenation of orgasm was going to feel amazing, he just knew it. For now, he had to soldier on. Each teasing tug of his tie was a reminder that they weren’t done just yet. \n\n“So...eager...to look ahead…” the rabbit panted out, the chastisement making Sleazy stand as straight as he could, like a soldier who’d been caught slacking, “Enjoy...the moment...dear boy. There is...more to sex...yesssss,” he hissed, unable to hold back the admission of pleasure, “than...rushing to the end!” The rabbit panted and moaned, he was obviously getting close too. Sleazy felt his gut do another flip flop now that he had proof the rabbit was getting off, his poise and finesse slipping ever so slightly, yet still seeming so refined and gentlemanly. He was getting off with grace while Sleazy was a heaving mess of sexual desire. “Or are you that eager to be rid of me?” \n\nSleazy shook his head frantically, the gloves pushing his hips in once more, another reassuring squeeze to his balls. The rabbit smiled, “Good. Now ride me you magnificent beast, show me what a big bad wolf you are!” Sleazy began to feel less used, even if he looked like the physical definition of lust right then. There he was sweaty, unkempt, a quivering mass of sexual desire before the almost pristine white rabbit. He had felt dirty, like some cheap toy used for a quick fling; now he felt empowered, this was just part of who he was, and he liked it. So did the rabbit, this thief constantly goading to let out the beast he knew was inside. The way the thief was starting to pant and moan, Sleazy could tell the fancy rabbit was more apt to appreciate his “dirty” tendencies. The rabbit wasn’t turning his nose up to Sleazy’s uncouth nature, they may seem different on the outside, but in some ways Sleazy felt like he’d found a kindred spirit. \n\nSleazy’s hips continued to buck, even with the renewed energy and the help from the gloves he was wearing himself out. As much as he was enjoying it, he knew he couldn’t last much longer, even with the rabbit’s orders. He tried, thrusting as hard as he could, but each thrust nearly caused the pot to boil over. His balls churned and ached, The tugging glove couldn’t hold back the roiling mass that seemed to be rising in the wolf’s loins. Sleazy heaved, hips lurching as quickly as they could, his knees felt like they were going to give out soon. The only thing that fueled him onwards was the rabbit’s passionate moans, the way he pushed back against each of Sleazy’s thrusts. Glancing over his shoulder the rabbit stared back at Sleazy, his eyes glinting. It wasn’t just the rabbit anymore, Sleazy was pushing himself. The gloves even had slacked off, doing more support work, the fervent thrusts were Sleazy’s own. It was almost as if the rabbit had played him once again, made him want to fuck like this, Sleazy smirked back in his own way and thrust down, pinning the rabbit to the console. \n\n“I know you’re getting close dear boy, I say you’ve earned this, why don’t we go ahead and end this with a bang?” The rabbit snickered under the wolf, feeling his pace pick up, one final burst of energy to send them both over the edge.\n\nSleazy relaxed, closing his eyes and just did what felt natural. He wasn’t dominating the rabbit, it was just passionate hot sex, no more worries or threats. Pinning the thief down wasn’t an act of aggression, it was simply to get leverage, to really pump his tail. He was just giving the rabbit exactly what he wanted, and Sleazy was getting what he wanted too. The two moaned together, almost in unison. Sleazy knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back but for a few more strokes. He tried though, tried with all his might. Each cock backwards he’d wait a full breath before plunging back in, holding back as long as he could, dancing on the edge. The moment had come, and he wanted it so bad, and yet he still didn’t want it to end. Another pull back, he inhaled, taking as deep a breath as he could. He felt his lungs swelling with air slowly, drawing it out for as long as he could. It wasn’t enough, he barely drew in half a breath before he felt something change, something that took his breath away. The gloves shifted, the left let go of his balls and moved to his hip. In unison the treacherous gloves pushed down, forcing him balls deep into the rabbit. It was far too soon and far too fast, Sleazy whinged, what little air he had escaping out his muzzle. His eyes crossed, his head cocked back and he tried to howl, it was silent without any air. He could only gasp and wheeze. The moment had arrived, he felt his balls pull tight, cock twitching inside the rabbit’s velvety insides.\n\nAnd that’s when Sleazy woke up…\n\nThe wolf sat upright in his bed, eyes wide as dishpans, body in a hot sticky sweat. He frantically grabbed at his blankets and sheets, jerking them out of the way. The wolf’s grey chest heaved, the sheets came off just in time, his cock erupted as soon as it was out in the open. Sleazy was shocked, confused, and wracked with pleasure. The first shot nearly hit the ceiling, it rained down on top of him, splattering his face and chest. The next was just as powerful, each one rocked through his body. All Sleazy could do was ride out each powerful convulsion, fistfuls of sheets in his paws, his toes splayed. Pleasure fried his every synapse, not an ounce of it seemed to be lost, even though nothing was stimulating his cock now. He couldn’t move a paw to his cock if he wanted to, he was simply paralyzed by the tremors of pleasure. An earthquake of lust, it didn’t seem to end. On and on until Sleazy lost count of how many times his shaft had twitched, of how many ropes of seed he’d spilled. He did collapse though, finally, cock still wiggling with aftershocks of pleasure. His body was still abuzz with pleasure, he literally vibrated with the intense afterglow of the orgasm. \n\nWhere was the rabbit though, was it all just a dream? Wasn’t he at work? Work? Sleazy rolled his head, staring at the clock display, he was late! He tried to wrench himself out of bed, exhaustion took over though. His tired muscles felt sore and weak, they didn’t respond to the shocked wolf’s desperate attempts to get up. He stared at the clock again, as much as he disliked his boss he didn’t want to lose his job. Maybe he could at least call out, after an orgasm like that he didn’t exactly feel like getting out of bed, even if it meant laying in a pool of his own jizz until he got enough energy to move. He looked for his phone, hoping it was in arms reach, scanning his nightstand. It was only then that he noticed the newspaper, it sat folded by the clock. He’d been so focused on the red LED display he hadn’t noticed it sitting there, more specifically the date, staring him in the face. It was...tomorrow, or today, according to the date on the paper it was his day off! \n\nHe blinked at the paper, that couldn’t be right, he distinctly remembered going into work. That could have been a dream, and honestly everything else had dream written all over it, how could any of that been real? He felt a twinge in his chest at that thought, it had to have been real, he wasn’t sure he could accept that the rabbit was just some dream. He forced himself upright, grabbing the paper and staring at the headline. Sleazy felt his jaw drop.\n\n“Hero thwarts theft attempt; Saves Coworkers and Valuable Museum Assets!” There he was under the headline, shaking the chief of police’s hand. He didn’t remember that, when did that happen. The last thing he remembered was...well...his paw brushed over his sticky chest as a blush crossed his face. He began reading the article, he’d never read anything so intently in all his life. In school he’d hated having to be forced to read, in fact, he didn’t remember ever having subscribed to the newspaper either. So many questions raced through his mind as he read the article. Something about a thief, the paper called him a possible super villain. He read about how he himself had stood up to the thief, managed to outwit and chase him off. He got away, but was prevented from stealing anything all the same. Sleazy had not only rescued his coworkers, but saved all the museum’s property. At least that was the jist of it, details seemed as hazy as Sleazy’s memory, but all the coworkers vouched for his bravery. The only thing that made the wolf’s nose crinkle was that they used his real name, he hated his name, and now it was plastered all over the papers. \n\nHe sighed, flopping back onto the bed, the still bundled paper felt heavy as he slapped it down on his own chest. Curiosity burned further, this wasn’t the sunday edition, it wasn’t like it was loaded down with coupons and other crap. He lifted the bundle, letting it unroll. A small purple velvet bag thumped onto his stomach. It was lavender, the same color as…\n\nSleazy was once again upright, opening the small cinched bag and emptying its contents onto a clean part of the bed. There wasn’t much inside, but what was inside was exciting, and confusing at the same time. The rabbit’s mask sat there, the black porcelain contrasting his white sheets. The article, the mask, it was true, everything was real! So why didn’t he remember? Sleazy unfolded a small note, the only other object in the bag.\n\n[i]Dear Sleazy,\n\n\tThank you for the enjoyable evening. It was certainly more rewarding than anything I could have purloined from the building I think. Honestly I was just looking for a bit of a thrill, my life can feel dreadfully dull at times. I didn’t mean any harm...well...not TOO much harm, Eh? I think we both agree sometimes Karma is a bit too slow, and some people need to get what’s coming to them. I’m sure you understand it’s mostly in good fun. I certainly took a shine to you though, you are a remarkable man, even if the rest of the world can’t see it. I’m glad we met, this certainly won’t be the last you’ll be seeing of me.\n\n\tEnjoy the fame and admiration, I hope it will bring you some deserved respect and help make your job a bit more bearable. Maybe I’ve even opened a few doors for you, and maybe you’ll find me hiding behind a few of them. Ta for now stud, I look forward to our next meeting. Stay classy my big bad wolf!\n\n\t\tXOXO,\n\n\t\t\t~Mr. White~\n\n\tP.S. Then this happened!\n[/i]\n\n\tThe final words on the paper seared red, as if they were burning. In a wisp of smoke they vanished. The smoke drifted to Sleazy’s nostrils and he couldn’t help but inhale them with a shocked gasp. Sleazy grunted, his eyes crossed again, the same pleasure he’d woken up with surged through his loins. Once more he was on his back, balls churning, his cock was rock hard again. It twitched, cherry red, on the brink of orgasm once more. He let out a howl of pleasure as he began coming with such a powerful force, even so soon after the last one. As his body shuddered and spilled it’s seed, feeling every bit as good as it had before, two questions filled his mind. \n\nIt wasn’t just, “Who is Mr. White?” but more importantly, “When can we meet again?” ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sleazy groaned, kicking his feet up on the console and staring at the wall of monitors. The wolf sipped his coffee and prepared for another boring uneventful night. Smoothing his piano key necktie over his purple guard shirt he groaned. This was such a boring ass job. Sitting night after night staring at screens of boring ass paintings no one would ever want to steal. All that stuffy pretentious crap was as dull as dirt to the wolf. He twirled his thin mustache, a weasley strip of black poking out against the white of his muzzle. He’d never followed the rules, never  stuck to society’s norms, so he couldn’t see why all these slops of color were worth millions of dollars. Simply because it had some stiff’s name in the corner, and other stiffs who were still alive seemed to cream their tacky suits whenever they saw it. It was the same thing day and night, a bunch of snobs filtering through and gassing on about the meaning. To the grey wolf it looked like a bunch of sloppy scribbles that amounted to a heap of bullshit.

\tHe ran his fingers through his hair, under his guard’s cap, grunting in frustration as he straightened his scruffy grey fur. He was a simple wolf, he didn’t like to deal with a lot of crap. In fact he didn’t like to deal with most people, they just ended up pissing him off. Acting like they were better, treating him like he was garbage, so he never really had any other initiative then to stay pissy and cop an attitude. Most people called him a slob, or a douche, it was all because they thought they were better. So he just stopped caring, just started looking out for number one, if he was happy then fuck the rest of the world. They could have their million dollar scribbles and fancy suits, it didn’t seem to make their lives any better, it certainly didn’t make them better people. Sleazy smirked to himself, tipping his hat forward, he didn’t care what anyone else thought.

\t“I could break into the art biz.” He said snickering, paws driven deep into his pockets, “Just gimme five minutes with one of those priceless paintings, I’ll improve the damn things ten fold.” Sleazy chuckled, his slight paunch of a belly rumbling in his shirt, imagining exactly what he’d do. He could see himself alone with the Merchant of the Coast. It was a white rabbit with a smug grin in a lavish home overlooking the sea. He was in ye olde puffy garb, the kind the stuff shirts wore back then, with all the puffs and frills and unnecessary gilded things to try and flaunt their superiority. He wouldn’t feel so smug when the wolf would draw a tiny penis on the crotch, the size the real life model probably had. Then he’d coat the rabbit in a blue collar working man’s cum. The rabbit back then probably had servants to jack him off and collect his seed. He’d probably never touched his own jizz, let alone another man’s, a lesser man’s seed. Sleazy grinned, he’d crank his cock, splattering the entire painting splotch with his cum. Then he’d tear the whole thing out and crumple it, using it to wipe and clean off his cock. All the colors would run and the rabbit’s smug grin would be lost to the ages. Just oil paints smeared together, some rich bastard’s legacy to the world turned into a security guard’s cum rag. That would be real justice.

\tSleazy was smirking to himself, nodding his head, yeah that was getting him stiff. Sticking it to the man and getting off at the same time, talk about two birds with one stone. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes while he was fantasizing. He slowly opened them again, focusing on the monitors. As he did his jaw dropped, his shoes came off the console onto the floor so he could sit upright. In the few moments he’d closed his eyes the museum had gone to the dogs. On every monitor there was a guard posted something had happened. On one screen there was a donkey guard, his uniform was scattered around a short glass podium. He himself was inside the reinforced display case, a small clear box he was barely able to kneel upright in. He was hunched forward, having to bend down to fit, kneeling, like someone had squeezed him into the case and shut the door behind. Making it worse for the guy, he was completely naked, the fact that he didn’t have any room keeping his arms bound behind his back, bent forward, nose pressing into his own rock hard cock. His lengthy member was fully erect, throbbing right in his face, pressing against the glass, like the rest of his muscular body it squirmed with barely any room. The well built donkey struggled, blushing and trying to get free, any movement only seeming to make his situation worse. The horny donkey now on display for anyone to walk by and see, trapped and exposed, and by the look on his face frustratingly horny. Sleazy felt his cock throb in his slacks in sympathy, by the look on the donkey’s face the first thing he’d want to do when he got out was touch his aching member.

\tAnother monitor revealed a different, but equally amazing and awkward spectacle. A bronze statue seemed to have a hold of a lion guard. The lion was struggling as a tall bronze wolf twice his size held his wrists. The wolf was dressed in the garb of the centurion. Sleazy had seen it plenty of times, both through the monitor, and passing by on the way to his post. He even used to have to stand guard near the thing before his attitude got him sent in here to watch the monitors. Always it had been standing erect and tall, a spear in his paw pointing towards the ceiling. Never once had it moved in his years of working there, now the statue had come to life and was holding the lion in the air, helpless. He was brandishing a very different kind of spear too, between his legs, through the tassets, a bronze canine cock jutted out, proud and throbbing. The statue pulled the struggling lion closer, it was then Sleazy noticed another strange thing. The lion’s paws began to change, his fingers began to slow and change color, turning the same color as the wolf centurion. Soon they stopped, frozen all together, claws extended and fingers twisted in a frantic desperate scrape for freedom. The lion struggled, his shirt popping open and loose as he was pulled closer, tighter to the wolf. His eyes were wide as his mouth silently screamed no, calling for help, wailing for any kind of assistance. But like his paws and arms his body seemed to slow down, as he pressed tighter to the wolf more buttons popped, his clothes looking disheveled, and then taking on a bronze appearance.

The color change was slow as the lion was pulled down on the throbbing centurion cock. His slacks resisted, but surely like the rest it tore, the seat of his pants, and his underwear, splitting under the wolf’s mighty spear. The lion thrashed weakly, his entire body going from the tawny gold into a dull bronze. His face frozen in the look of shock and horror, surprised as he tied with the wolf’s knot completely. With one final shove the statue tied with the guard, buried balls deep in the lion, and was once again frozen in time. The lion’s jaw was frozen in a silent scream, eyes wide in horror at taking the warrior wolf’s thick shaft. It was now forever splitting his backside, the lion’s own shaft forever trapped in his slacks, the pants tented outwards in an obvious boner, begging for attention that would never come. It looked like the statue now had always been that way, a sentinel of the old world raping one of the new. Both barely pulled out of their uniforms enough for the superior soldier to conquer his opponent so completely. The lion stayed frozen in midair, kicking and screaming as he was ravaged by the centurion. His own needs and desires forever neglected.

Some scholar would probably say something about how in a world of technology, we’d lost some of the strength and ambition of our ancestors. That the wolf of the old raping the lion of the new served as a warning. The lion was learning it all too well, frozen in time spread on the conquering hero’s knot. His cock forever churning and denied, the fate of all weaker males. Sex and pleasure were only meant for the conquering warriors. No more would the lion experience the ecstasy of sex, of victory. His life of casual sex and easy jerking off was over. He’d never fought for it, he’d just enjoyed it, took it for granted. Now he would never feel it again, the only sensation he’d know would be the ache of his balls, the sting of the alpha wolf. Only the strong get to enjoy the spoils of war.

Sleazy whimpered, wondering what the hell was going on. At the same time he grunted, his cock was stiff and fighting with the insides of his own pants. Much like the lion, just the sight of his coworkers in such dirty circumstances and peril, he couldn’t stop his cock from ballooning out. It was the mix of dirty taboo and danger, he couldn’t stop himself from being a little turned on as well. He tried to adjust himself in his slacks as he looked on, hoping to find who was doing this in the act. His eyes darted from screen to screen, there wasn’t a man left standing. A big rottweiler stood transfixed in front of a voodoo tribal fetish. He stared into the wooden masks eyes transfixed. His fly was open and his big thick cock and balls were hanging out, stiff as a board and dripping pre cum all over the marble floor. The rottie’s hips bucked as he stared at the mask, as if by magic that huge cock between his legs began to shrink. It dwindled quickly, the rottweiler completely unaware he was going from stud to dud. Sleazy had to wrench his eyes away as his whole package was reduced to puppy-like proportions. It looked absolutely ridiculous and pathetic on the broad masculine stud. “Talk about shrinking your head…” Sleazy groaned, feeling his own cock throb in his tight slacks, not quite taking in the gravity of his own pun.

On the next screen there was nothing, it took a moment to realize where the guard had disappeared to. He hadn’t abandoned his post, he was there, inside the painting. What had once been a photograph of some jungle natives preparing a feast, now in the center of the photo was a large chubby bear. He was blushing as he was being held down by four large and devious looking hyena’s, each one posted at an arm or wrist. His clothing had been scattered around the campsite, one of the younger hyena’s males giggling as he held up the guard’s briefs for the tribe to see. The bear’s stiff cock could barely be seen poking out from under his rotund stomach, but his fat heavy balls hung low. They were being stretched out over a stone slab as a large hyena with tribal markings approached with two things, a wicked grin and an axe. Sleazy shuddered at the implications of the photograph, he was now staring at a picture. He wondered however if the bear was living that moment for real, right now, like the lion had. That the guard had somehow been transported back in time, or simply there, now. He didn’t know, but he had a feeling deep in his gut that some photographer at some point had parted the grass just in time to capture the image, and that the bear...then...now...whenever, had or was now losing his balls to the big hyena. The perfect moment captured, several explorers watching in shock as the tribe castrated another male. Sleazy gulped and had to wonder if the photographer’s were as stiff as both the bear and Sleazy were at that moment.

“For someone who claims to detest art, you certainly seem to be enjoying my work…” A rather posh voice exclaimed softly over Sleazy’s shoulder, “Maybe if you’d been doing your job a little better, some of your friends might not have ended up as part of the exhibits. Still, it’s nice to be appreciated.” The voice was deep, rich, and soothing. It had a bit of a stuffy quality, one of those accents you hear over the pond. It sounded very proper, an accent Sleazy would usually naturally hate. This voice though, it did the opposite. Usually when he heard some stuff shirt talk in that funny accent he wanted to lay him out flat. This guy’s voice, it just made Sleazy’s pants throb all the more. The sound, the texture, the way he formed every syllable; it just made the wolf melt in his seat. The only part of him that was stiff was his cock, still trapped in his pants.

Sleazy felt the swivel chair spin around, turning to face the thief. The wolf blushed shyly as a white rabbit loomed over him. He was in a fine tailored suit that hugged his body, fitting the svelte creature like a glove. He had on a black pleated tuxedo shirt with a white tie. Over that was a lavender vest with gold filigree, vines and leaves twisting over the fabric. That all was bound together by a dark purple jacket and matching slacks. Lavender socks and white loafers, a purple tophat with a gold band, and his face was covered with a simple black domino mask. Velvet gloved paws, the lavender covered fingers adjusted his gold cufflinks with richly purple amethysts inside. It was all a package, the white rabbit tying it all together solidly. He grinned, showing off his brilliant white smile, the final blow that just made Sleazy weak in the knees. He was completely stunned by the brilliance of the dapper thief. There was a glamour in simply looking at him. It wasn’t just a surprise to see such a well dressed gentleman. The way he looked, Sleazy was completely enamoured, he wasn’t sure if it was the rabbit’s doing or if he was simply caught up in his own emotions.

The rabbit leaned in close, his hazel colored eyes were green with bits of yellow. It looked like flecks of gold glittering inside the greenest emeralds. The wolf could feel the rabbit’s hot breath wisping, tickling gently through his mustache and across his muzzle. Sleazy could feel his breath seize in his chest, the rabbit’s lips pursed, he was really going to kiss him! Sleazy clenched his eyes shut, his fingers digging into the stiff arms of the faux leather chair. He waited, the only thing to count the moments was the furious hammer of his heart thumping in his chest. It seemed like forever and their lips didn’t meet. The wolf’s eye squinted open, just in time to feel the rush of heat enter his cheeks, and then his entire body. The rabbit had kissed him, but not on the lips…

Sleazy’s eyes widened, his mouth yawning as his tongue spilled out, limply dangling to the left. A long groan of ecstasy escaped his gaping maw as he felt the rabbit’s lips. The thief was down on his knees, lips softly pressed against the arching tip in Sleazy’s pants. The wolf’s cock softly rocked against the rabbit’s mouth, jutting towards the ceiling, desperately trying to dig it’s way through the fabric and into the rabbit’s waiting mouth. Sleazy whines, claws digging into the arms of the chair as the rabbit teases him so, just feeling the breath on his cock. The heat blowing, and receding, almost in time with the throbbing of his cock. The gust of hot air filters through his pants causing his shaft to tense and throb, then slowly relax and sink back down as the hot air cools. A teasing cycle of heat and cold, a hypnotic dance tugging at his arousal like a leash, Sleazy could barely stand it.

“Do you wish to cream all over me Sleazy? Purge yourself and wad me away like the painting in your fantasy?” Sleazy moaned softly as he heard the rabbit speak, arching his hips and rising ever so slightly out of the chair. The rabbit’s mouth moved with it, as if he knew, teasingly staying just out of reach. As the rabbit talked and teased, all Sleazy could feel was the nibbling teeth on the head of his cock. Each word formed, enunciated perfectly, while simultaneously teasing the wolf out of his mind. The soft sensuous nibbles through the fabric made his body shudder, the wolf’s fur bristling with need. Yet it was almost scary, the movement, his knowledge.

“...It’s almost like I can see into your head?” The rabbit continued, pulling his mouth away and staring up at the wolf once more, the gloved paws stroking over the wolf’s thighs. “That’s what you were thinking, yes?”

The thief chuckled, lips forming a thin smirk across his short muzzle, “That’s right big boy, I can see into that simple little head of yours. It’s not that difficult to read. You’re like an open book to me….Sleazy. Such a cute nickname too, do you mind if I use it. We are getting a bit…” The rabbit pursed his lips once more and blew, the warm current of air enveloping Sleazy’s groin. The wolf writhed in his chair, another gurgle of pleasure escaping his throat. “Intimate with each other. I can see why you prefer it to the alternative. Yes, Sleazy will do, Mr. Sleazy...my big bad sleazy wolf…”

The rabbit dipped his head low again, rubbing his nose against the lupine’s stiff cock, deftly slipping into the fly of the tan khakis Sleazy wore. Those beautiful teeth caught the zipper, dragging it down ever so slowly. For a time it was the only sound that filled the room, the soft buzz of the metal teeth parting with a chorus of two excited male’s panting. Sleazy whined, his chest was tight with his shuddering, excited breath. “Th-this is hot….” he whimpered, “I...think I…love you…”

“I know.” was the reply, short, sweet, teasing.

Sleazy thought he was going to cream his pants.

“Don’t finish just yet big boy, I’m not done with you yet.” Sleazy felt the rabbit’s thumb stroke under his knob, a teasing motion that would have surely pushed him over the edge. Instead it eased some of the pressure, he was still horny as hell, but he didn’t feel like he was a hair’s breadth away from creaming his briefs anymore. The rabbit continue to brush his thumb over the damp tip of the black briefs, the wet stain almost invisible to sight. To touch however it was oh so clear, the wolf had saturated a large portion of the cotton. His other paw unhitched the belt and popped the fly, partly freeing the wolf’s hips.

Sleazy groaned as the rabbit coaxed him to lift his legs, standing just enough to let the slacks be slid down. The rabbit could see Sleazy’s creamy white underbelly and grey back lead into the dark black waistband, only to reappear at his legs. The short briefs broke into fur, creamy white inner thighs leading to dark grey outers past the black cotton. Sleazy’s cock was large enough that the elastic around his legs was lifted off, the thief could see the base of his shaft and his heavy balls. “No wonder you wear briefs, packing this much around, a big boy like you needs support. My big...bad...wolf.” With each word ending the statement the gloved paw tense around the shaft, wringing and stroking, digging the soft cotton into his sensitive manhood. All the sensations drove Sleazy wild.

“Let’s get these pesky things down shall we?” The rabbit asked, “I want to see you in your full glory.” Sleazy nodded, shakily he propped himself up once more. The briefs literally had to be peeled away from his shaft, each tug sent electric shocks of pleasure through his body. When his cock was finally freed, his rigid shaft sprang up, smacking the rabbit across the muzzle. He just smiled, looking like he enjoyed the sensation almost as much as Sleazy. The waves rocked through the wolf, making him feel weak from head to toe as his briefs made the trip down to his ankles. “Oh yes, now that’s a welcome sight. That’s quite a package you have. It’s simply beautiful.” The thief admired the guard’s cock, their jobs abandoned, now they were just two men enjoying each other’s bodies.

The rabbit ran his fingers through the soft grey fur, the wolf’s tail wagging behind, bristling in anticipation. Sleazy was clenching his toes inside his shoes, it was all he could do to contain himself as the rabbit’s head dipped low. Once again the hot gusts of breath taunted his member, but this time drew closer, the time for teasing was over. Now it was time to experience what the rabbit’s muzzle had to offer, and if it the nibbling and teasing was just the opening act, Sleazy knew then he was in for quite a performance. The rabbit’s long ear’s stood tall and erect, tickling down Sleazy’s chest as he felt the thief's hot muzzle approach. The rabbit slipped off his top hat, letting Sleazy get a view of the thick swath of hair that had been slicked back. A style that made the thief seem even more roguish and handsome to Sleazy. His heart pounded as with each movement, every subtle thing was a revelation that only made the mysterious white rabbit seem that much more arousing.

He felt the thief’s tongue slip along the underside of his shaft, his lips followed, applying a firm ring of suction along Sleazy’s member. It was a shock, a jolt that stiffened his whole body, once more he was tense in his seat and clinging to the armrests with all his might. His claws dug into the synthetic materials, gritting his teeth all the while. He was doing anything he could just to simply ride out the sensations. He was already aroused, this however was entirely different, he was beyond horny. This felt more like a tightrope walk across a chasm, he was one misstep away from blowing his wad like a horny teenage pup.

The rabbit seemed to know this, like he was reading the wolf like an open book. His mouth probed Sleazy’s shaft. Lips, tongue, and the heat of it all enveloped every sensitive place and struck them all. Sleazy was on a roller coaster ride of pleasure and all he could do was cling on for dear life. Shiny shoes tapped against the marble of the floor, the armrests had been punctured multiple times. Still the rabbit calmly bobbed his head up and down, as if he were performing some light foreplay, and not driving the wolf out of his skull trying to resist ejaculating. As much as Sleazy wanted to cum, it felt too good, he wanted more. It seemed like ages since sex had felt anywhere near this good, he wanted more. The rabbit looked up, there was a strange glint in his eye, a knowing wink. Sleazy gulped dryly, it was like the rabbit was trying to tell him something, like he knew something. Sleazy let out a moan, both from pleasure and as realization struck. The rabbit almost seemed to know before he did. Even if Sleazy wanted to get off, were actively trying to finish up, the rabbit wasn’t going to let him, not just yet.

The thief tenderly caressed his balls, making them churn and boil eagerly. It made his gut twist, making the burn for desire that much worse. It was like the rabbit had cranked the knob up to eleven and then broken it off, Sleazy’s pleasure was going haywire. Suddenly he began to wonder if this was all just some sort of trap, to get him into some position like the other guards. Something to trap or humiliate him like the other men. Sleazy didn’t know, and almost frankly didn’t care, the pleasure felt too good. If it was going to continue, he was perfectly fine with that. If he had to beg to finish up though, he’d do it. He might have usually been above such a thing, but the handsome rabbit, he’d make an exception to the rule for him. Either way, for now they both wanted to have their fun, and were content at the rabbit’s pace.

Sleazy couldn’t help but chuckle, his words being puffed out between pants, “I guess you like to watch ‘em squirm huh?” His legs spread wider, hips pushing forward as the white rabbit deep throated his cock. Now they both were trying to play it cool, Sleazy couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the rabbit’s superior show of composure. The only hint of betrayal was the moderate bulge in the rabbit’s purple slacks. The tent lay untouched, his own needy cock throbbing due to his paws being full from fondling and exploring Sleazy’s body. One velvet gloved paw rubbed and soothed his fat nuts. The wolf’s low hangers shivered and pulsated, so hot and ready to blow. Each touch only seemed to add fuel to the fire; at the same time, it mellowed Sleazy out in a way. With each stroke and pass Sleazy could feel his balls boil, but as his desire grew, his need dwindled. Each stroke simultaneously seemed to keep him from blowing his load, but left him aching for it even worse.

“Ooooooh damn, that feels amazing!” Sleazy hissed, throwing his head back. “I guess if you’re in control here Mr. Thief, if that’s what you’re trying to imply. Any chance you’ll let me know when it’s okay for me to get off….” Sleazy paused, then blushed, adding, “...IF...I’m going to get off…”

The edge’s of the rabbit’s mouth curled into a smirk, slowly he pulled of the wolf’s long member, letting it hang. “You’re brighter than most, and honestly I like you.” The rabbit stood, grabbing Sleazy’s piano key tie and dragging him into a hot and steamy kiss. It was passionate, long, Sleazy could taste himself on the rabbit’s tongue as it invaded his muzzle. By the time the rabbit ended the kiss, the saliva on Sleazy’s cock had gone cold, his dick wasn’t any less stiff however. “You know most guys would try and take charge. They’d do their job and try and catch me. Or if I came on to them they’d be trying to dominate the situation. Not you though, at least, not like that.”

The rabbit grinned as he continued, “You just enjoyed it, appreciated it, you’re having fun. Most importantly,” The rabbit’s grin curled into an outright smirk, “You understand your position.” The rabbit put emphasis on the last word, causing Sleazy to blush. “Don’t get me wrong, I do feel a bit of a connection. Kindred spirits, perhaps you could call it something like that. Neither of us have a very high affinity for the rest of society and it’s actions.” The rabbit paused, stooping a moment to pick up his hat and put it back on his head, “But lest we forget, I am the thief, and I did get the drop on you. You are at my mercy.”

Sleazy gritted his teeth, he stared down the length of his body, his clothes were messy and disheveled, his cock was still rock hard and dripping precum. “But…”

“To answer your questions, first,” The thief interrupted, “No, you aren’t going to end up like those other poor souls in the rest of the museum. And second, yes, you are going to get off. In due time, when I am done having fun with you. So please try not to worry.” The rabbit leaned in close, “You will when I say so my big...bad…sleazeball.”

With that the rabbit forced himself onto the wolf again, passionately tongue wrestling him. This time his entire body got in on the act, pulling the wolf up out of his chair and grinding with him. Their bodies intertwined, the thief held Sleazy there, eagerly rubbing and grinding against the guard. Sleazy could feel those velvet gloves all over his back, rubbing his shoulders, moving down as gripping his rump tightly. Their throbbing cocks pressed together, wrestling just as much as their tongues were, the two throbbing spires separated by the rabbit’s fancy clothes. With a light shove Sleazy fell back into his chair, letting out a grunt of dismay.

He stared at his cock, the skin was a deep red, it was so engorged and needy. A sticky string of precum bounce in the air. Sleazy followed the snail trail of a tightrope right back to the rabbit’s crotch. Wet stains had darkened the fabric, splotches where the two eager shafts had moistened the rabbit’s slacks. The string was stretched thin between them but clung on, as if it were a bungee cord trying to pull the pair back together. The wolf blushed as he followed the stains up the body and back to the rabbit’s face. The thief had his brow furrowed and frowned in a very mocking fashion. “I hope you know you’ll be getting my dry cleaning bill. Honestly you’re more trouble than you’re worth, look at this mess.” He chuckled, giving the wolf a wry sort of grin, “I guess I’ll just have to slip out of these soiled things.”

The breath seemed to leave Sleazy’s chest altogether as the rabbit’s paws slipped off the gloves, folding and pocketing them. Even that simple bit of fur being shown was quite thrilling, the rabbit seemed so shrouded and hidden; the fact that the only fur Sleazy had seen were his wrists and cheeks made the simple act that much more exotic. Seeing the pale white fur, glossy and shimmering like moonlight was captivating. Even if all he was exposing was his hands. Those hands slipped up to the silk tie, wriggling and loosening the windsor knot. The thief grunted erotically, a short guttural burst that made Sleazy shiver. Through sensual half-lidded eyes he stared back at the wolf, making a show of slipping the tie out of his collar, moaning softly like a weight was being lifted. Like it was such an effort to remove the restrictive clothing, or perhaps more on target,  an effort not to tear them off with wild abandon.

The rabbit continued the pace, very slow and laborious, letting Sleazy take in every tiny motion. Each subtle movement dripping with eager desire and anticipation, a tease for the both of them now. Sleazy bit his lip, watching the rabbit slip one button on his jacket undone at an excruciatingly slow pace. His cock rocked and railed against it’s prison, throbbing and jostling to find it’s own way out. It seemed impatient and unwilling to wait it’s turn. The wolf felt like he could relate, his body shivered in the silence, it felt like his very mustache was quivering in the silence.

The grey wolf’s body was buzzing, Sleazy felt like a trembling ball of sexual energy, of frustration. He felt like he was ready to burst out of his own skin. Still he sat there enraptured, quiet, and still. Normally if anything turned him on this much, it would be on it’s back right now having it’s tail stretched. It felt so different to not be in charge. He couldn’t even think of the last time he’d gone this long without blowing his load. It was exactly what the rabbit wanted, and as much as it made his cheeks burn, he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it. The thief was calling the shots, and it was hot to be so wonderfully helpless. As much as his body begged for him to, to grab his cock and finish things off, he didn’t. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, that the strange suited rabbit wasn’t done with him yet. He was pulling all the strings and doing it with a simple look. It was like the rabbit was a magician, pushing buttons Sleazy didn’t even know he’d had.

It was an odd feeling. Was it born from fear what the rabbit might do if Sleazy “broke the unspoken rules” of their little game? Yes and no, it was part of it, but why did the idea of consequences make Sleazy that much more excited? There was the feeling that he wanted to push those boundaries and see where they would lead, it was exciting, thrilling, dangerous. He was enjoying this too though, so he didn’t, yet he did. A confusing balancing act of decisions and worries that kept the wolf’s head spinning as much as it kept his cock throbbing. Maybe it was because he was worried he’d disappoint himself? As much as he wanted to finish, to feel that instant gratification, he wanted to see where this would go. He couldn’t shake the feeling of danger, being reminded he was essentially a prisoner, at the whims of this strange rabbit. Even that was exciting, not knowing, not being in control, it was just turning something on in Sleazy. It was a side he’d never faced before, and the rabbit seemed content enough with their dirty little distraction. He was basically tied up, if he was good he’d get to enjoy himself, if he was bad who knew what would happen. Sleazy wondered if the rabbit even knew. Would they both get off and the rabbit would take what he came for, would the wolf end up like one of the other guards? He couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
 
More buttons had fallen, his jacket was slung over the console, the vest was abandoned to the floor. The rabbit delicately removed the cufflinks from his shirt, slipping them safely in the shirt’s pocket. His fingers continued deftly on their mission, each button falling in sequence. One by one they split, the shirt spilling open at the same agonizingly slow pace. Sleazy would savor every shift of the rabbit’s body, letting him get a glimpse of his chest. His thick chest fur, the ruff of pure white seemed to billow out from inside the lavender undershirt he wore beneath. It was a ribbed tank top and the cut only seemed to frame his soft downy chest, as well as hug his thin sculpted body. As the collared shirt opened completely, pulled and untucked from his slacks, he slipped out and flung it at sleezy by the long sleeve.

Sleazy sat frozen, paralyzed as his whole world became purple for a moment, the rabbit disappeared from view. He wasn’t lost on all his senses, Sleazy used his nose and drank deep of the scent of the thief. There were hints of cologne, something earthy, spicy, alluring. Mixed with the natural scent of the thief from wearing the shirt it became a veritable bouquet of masculine essence. His cock strained as he continued to breath, every breath felt like he had buried himself in the neck of the rabbit. It was like they were kissing all over again, bodies pressed together intimately. Lost in the purple haze of the rabbit’s scent Sleazy began to claw his way out of the shirt, pushing it off his face so he didn’t miss more of the rabbit’s strip tease.

Pushing the shirt out of the way, it rested in Sleazy’s slap, crumpled around the top of his turgid boner. The once pale skin was now a bright scarlet that seemed to wish to rival the shade of the rabbit’s shirt. Sleazy didn’t notice, didn’t care as it slid off his lap and crumpled to the floor. The rabbit had already unfastened his white leather belt, he was sliding it back and forth teasingly through the loops of his pants, shifting his hips erotically. If this had been a strip club Sleazy would be out of his paycheck right now, he would be a poor man before the rabbit even got his pants down. The white belt slid free of the loops, casually discarded to the side as the rabbit stepped out of his matching shoes. The solid lavender socks clung to the rabbit’s large feet, the solid masculine shape framed perfectly, the thin fabric detailing every exquisite contour. The thief seemed to have and exceptional taste for fine clothing, it only made Sleazy lick his lips in anticipation. He wanted to see the rest of it, and wanted to see the rest of it come off.

The rabbit gyrated his hips, there wasn’t much left now. Crossing his arms and grabbing the sides of his undershirt he lifted, turning the shirt inside out as it was pulled off over his head. The top hat he’d been wearing was launched up, tumbling through the air and landing on the ground, directly in front of the rabbit. The mouth was pointing up, like it was waiting to be filled. The rabbit dropped the undershirt inside. Sleazy watched it disappear into the dark hole easily enough. It was followed by the belt, and then his dress shirt, followed by the vest. As the rabbit casually tossed in his clothing like a it was a hamper Sleazy started to wonder how it all fit. There wasn’t that much space, surely the clothes were about ready to pile up and spill out. They already should have!

The suit jacket was slowly lowered in, tucked in neatly and disappearing inside the brim of the hungry hat. Sleazy’s eyes widened, this was impossible, then again, so were a lot of other things he’d seen tonight. The left shoe, and then the right, all the clothes the rabbit had been wearing were gone. Leaving just what was left. His paws traced down his chest, stroking through his own snowy white fur. He moaned hotly, letting his own cock pulse in his purple slacks. Paws tracing down his abs and over the fabric. His slender fingers gripped the waist, Sleazy’s body was tense, a countdown was nearing it’s end. Those pants were about to come down.

Sleazy watched the rabbit pull at the waist of his pants, separating the the hooks and tabs inside the dress pants. As they were released he slowly pulled the zipper down, holding the fly together, not allowing the wolf to see anything yet. The rabbit had his hips turned so his rampant erection didn’t split the fly prematurely. The rabbit unfastened on last button inside, the catch incase the hooks failed, and then simply let go of his pants. Sleazy gasped as the rabbit bared himself all at once. The wolf’s eyes followed the purple pants down, watching them crumple around his ankles without any resistance. He slowly had to follow it back upwards. The thin lavender dress socks he wore were held up by a pair of black sock suspenders. Then it was nothing but white taut calf and thigh, curvaceous powerful legs for miles. Toned and trim, Sleazy just wagged his tongue as he stared at the legs that seemed to go on for miles. At least until he finally reached the summit, the pinnacle, the very thing he’d been waiting for.

The rabbit stepped out of his slacks, depositing them into the magical hat. Clad in nothing now but his socks, underwear, mask, and a very cheeky smile. The rabbit stood there with his smirk, posing in front of Sleazy, his arms were folded and he put all his weight on his back leg. His right front leg was twisted to the side, lifted slightly off the heel, letting his knees spread to frame and show off his crotch as the wolf’s eyes stared. The thief had a very tight pair of posing briefs, a skin tight lavender speedo, the same color as his socks. The slick looking fabric seemed to hug his every curve, even if the rabbit hadn’t been rock hard it wouldn’t have left anything to the imagination. He had a moderate sized tent, a cock of about five or six inches arched gently upwards towards the ceiling. The knob bulged out in a mushroom shape, but something else poked out along the base of it. The rabbit slid his thumbs under his own briefs, literally having to peel them off his slender hips. Sleazy’s eyes followed the trail blazed by the rabbit’s underwear, from his abdomen to the v-shaped arch leading straight to his groin. Down to the center of the thief’s crotch, with a simple tug the rabbit’s cock bowed and then sprang back up. Sleazy could almost hear the twang, like a coiled spring snapping back into position.

The rabbit continued to slip them down, obscuring it for a moment as he stepped out of the speedo. The wolf let out an involuntary whine, hips bucking as the rabbit’s handsome cock was blocked from view, the hinting glimpse wasn’t enough. The rabbit unrolled the briefs with a flick, stretching them out for Sleazy to see before letting them fall into the hat. He stood back, shaft proudly jutting out, balls dangling uniformly underneath. Sleazy tried to memorize every detail, finding the thief’s cock mesmerizing in it’s simplicity. He wasn’t the biggest in any respect, but it had a certain appeal, a certain mystery just like the rabbit himself. It was only about six inches in length it seemed, equally average in girth too. The rabbit’s fingers would easily overlap when he gripped it. Sleazy did want to see him grip it though, that magnificent cock. The rabbit was uncircumcised, his foreskin pulled back just enough naturally to let Sleazy see the red tinted knob beneath. The foreskin was dusted with a soft short white fur, much like the rest of him, but as he rolled it back all Sleazy could see was his engorged member. Along with something else, the rabbit was pierced, a slender gold ring ran through through the underside of his knob. It exited just beside his frenulum, the ends of the ring were capped with smooth amethyst orbs. It explained what the odd shape in his briefs had been, that hot little piece of jewelry.

The thief slid his foreskin back and forth, moaning softly every time the piercing brushed the sensitive regions of his cock. He jacked himself off, masturbating in front of the guard to capture his victim’s focus yet again. The rabbit could see the wolf’s eyes bounce, following the sleeve of  skin and fur glide smoothly up and down, watching the clear sticky precum lubricate the piston of hot flesh. Sleazy wanted desperately to join the rabbit, to mimic those movements and enjoy himself. His paws stayed clenched at his sides, gripping the armrest, physically resisting the urge to stroke himself. It was an urge he needed to fill, he wasn’t even sure how long they’d been at this now. All he knew was the hypnotic power of the sexy rabbit and the aching churn of his balls. He remained stalwart in his attempt not to touch himself, to not get so dangerously close to spilling his load and upsetting the rabbit. He knew if he took hold of his cock like the rabbit was, he wouldn’t be able to stop. For now the thief’s prize seemed to be Sleazy’s fat churning balls, his whole tackle belonged to the rabbit, and Sleazy himself was just along for the ride. Only the rabbit knew when the next stop was on this roller coaster of lust.

“Tell me Sleazy, do you like what you see?” The rabbit teased, making extra long strokes of his cock, letting the skin stretch taut. Blood and color rushed into his shaft to make the already engorged rabbit cock bright red. It looked just as needy as Sleazy’s felt, but the rabbit looked cool and calm, collected as he had been when he’d walked into the office. Sleazy was huffing and puffing, he felt like he’d run a marathon, exhaustion was taking hold from teetering on the edge for so long. The wolf wheezed, the hot air blowing through his mouth and nose, making his trim moustache flutter in the gust of air. His cock throbbed, bouncing the answer that his mouth couldn’t form. Almost as if it were bobbing a message in morse code to the rabbit in it’s desperation. Once again the rabbit’s pearly white teeth came on display, “I’ll take that as a yes.” he chortled softly, “A very solid yes. I think for being such a good boy, for sitting so quiet and patient, and enjoying my little show. It’s time for a reward.”

The rabbit strode up next to the wolf, cock bouncing with each step, registering the shockwave of each commanding step. He placed two fingers on the back of Sleazy’s chair, swiveling him around in his chair back to face the console. The rabbit leaned forward on the desk in front of the screens that overlooked the museum, for all the chaos the rabbit had left in the building, men blushing and panicking on every screen. Sleazy was almost oblivious to all of it, his eyes were focused on the handsome fellow in front of him. The rabbit was coyly looking over his shoulder, smirking back as he swayed his taut rump invitingly. His white fluffy tail twitched, looking almost like a white flame as it flicked in anticipation, “Well, are you going to mount me or not?”  

Sleazy froze, mouth open, did the rabbit really just say that. The wolf’s cock surged, lifting him out of the chair, the rest of his body refused to move. What if it was some sort of trick? Or maybe he just couldn’t believe his ears, he stared at the rabbit, battling with his own instincts. “Come on then, we don’t have all night.” Sleazy grunted, he meant it, with that the wolf was out of the chair in a flash. Sleazy grabbed the rabbit’s hips, his whole body seemed to tremble as he tried to move into position. The rabbit grunted in disgust at the wild eager shifting of the wolf looming over him, “I say, show a little composure or we won’t be doing this at all dear boy.” The rabbit reached over his shoulder to snag the piano key necktie. Wrapping it once around his knuckles he pulled tight. Sleazy felt his body go rigid, almost like he was no longer in control of himself.

His body was locked, but his stiff prick seemed to be in the perfect position. The rabbit pulled the tie forward and Sleazy felt himself slip into the thief’s velvety depths. His entire body shuddered, once again enveloped by the rabbit, it was heaven just to have contact on his shaft once more. The rabbit rolled his eyes, “It seems I’m going to have to be in charge if either of us are going to have any fun. Otherwise you’re going to pop like a geyser, and I don’t have time to be sticking around for a second performance.” The rabbit grumbled, “I’ve seen virgins with more staying power. Not to your discredit of course, I am amazing after all.” The rabbit grinned smugly back at the wolf as he began pulling on the necktie once more.

Sleazy moaned, body trembling as he was pulled forward, balls deep in the rabbit before he finished his long exhale. His fat orbs bumped gently against the rabbit’s soft rump, he could feel the heat radiating off the rabbit’s body. “Now then, do as I say and you’ll get through this just fine. Start fucking me like normal, and if I tell you to do something different, you do it. Alright?” Sleazy just nodded vehemently, he couldn’t stop shaking, just being inside was difficult. He didn’t know what would happen when he actually began to plow the rabbit. Still, Sleazy grabbed those hips and took a deep breath. He cocked his hips back until he reached the end of the tie, the silk going taut as the rabbit kept a tight grip, “Begin.” He commanded simply.

“Yes sir…”

The rabbit nodded, “Good chap, that’s what I like to hear.”

Sleazy drove his cock home, burying it right back into the rabbit. Pulling back and pushing forward, it was very mechanical, but far from a well oiled machine. The nervous, and frankly very turned on wolf was very jerky and awkward as he bucked over the rabbit. The white bunny looked almost bored, or annoyed, Sleazy couldn’t tell. The thief certainly didn’t look pleased at any rate. Sleazy felt himself start to sweat, bullets of salty water matting his fur as he bit down on his tongue. He repositioned, shifting his weight, his body, all to try and push into the dapper rabbit more confidently and smoothly.

“STOP!” The rabbit groaned, Sleazy’s freight train tactic was too forceful to stop on a dime however. The wolf’s eyes watered, his ears stood erect, a sharp yelp pierced the room. His body had rammed into the rabbit full force, stretching him wide, but the force and sudden attempt to stop caused Sleazy’s tender balls to slap against the rabbit’s inner thighs. If that wasn’t bad enough, they seemed to rebound off his taut calves and crash back into Sleazy’s own thighs. “Okay, do that again.”

Sleazy’s eyes nearly popped from his skull, “W-what?!”

“Do...that...AGAIN!” He commanded sharply, speaking to Sleazy as if he were thick, “You’re not about to cum anymore, are you?”

Sleazy blushed, following the snide grin down to his own groin, “N-No, I’m not.” His cheeks burned, wondering how much of that the rabbit had manipulated him to do. Was it just a coincidence or was that rabbit really deep inside Sleazy’s head. Being controlled or not Sleazy had to admit the rabbit was pushing Sleazy’s buttons, intentionally or not. It was hard to think every hot little nuance of the rabbit was all stumbled upon, or accidents. Everything he led Sleazy to do just wound him up a little tighter.

He cocked his hips back again, before he could thrust forward the rabbit jerked his tie. He slammed into the rabbit in surprise, with no way to stop himself. It sent them both roughly into the console desk. Sleazy’s balls cracked not only against the thief’s firm thighs, but against the metal case of the desk as well. He grunted, trying to blink away the pain. A feeling that resonated through his body, twisted in his gut. When he felt the tie gain some slack he stumbled back, only to be pulled forward again by the rabbit. The rabbit’s haunches received another rough swat, but it was Sleazy’s balls that took the brunt of the damage.

The wolf moaned, his nuts ached, churning for two very different reasons now. The sensations seemed to mingle and mix though. He bit through the pain and cocked his hips back once more, before the rabbit could tug he lunged down, shoving the rabbit into the console. Sleazy’s balls smacked the white thighs in front of him again, he let out a grunt of sexual fervor. It hurt, yes, but he couldn’t deny that there was a bit of satisfaction and pleasure in it. The stinging swat added to his already pent up balls, he welcomed the abuse. It was like sea salt in chocolate, gritty and awkward at first, but it made the sweet need for the pleasure that much more satisfying. Despite the now regular ache in his balls he worked into a frenzy and rhythm. With that pace he was soon nearing the edge once more, gritting his teeth as the ache no longer staved off the approaching orgasm. Each slap was an encouragement, each time he bottomed out was a step closer to unloading.

Even the rabbit was getting in on it, he no longer looked bored, he looked downright happy. Sleazy had no idea how he looked so poised when the wolf himself felt like he was screwing himself to shambles. Sleazy was sweating, tired, uniform in wrinkled shambles from all the exertion. The rabbit barely looked phased, like he could have gotten redressed and strolled into an opera or a dinner party and no one would have been the wiser. He barely even grunted or moaned, not that he wasn’t enjoying it. It was like he was observing some unspoken manner or etiquette. Sleazy even tried his best just to make the rabbit squeak, something, anything to break his near stoic enjoyment of the rough fuck. How the rabbit managed to look so calm, so serene, all while having his tail savagely plowed like this was beyond the wolf’s comprehension. The intrigue only fueled him on more, the mystery cranking his gear even tighter. He’d never been this turned on, felt this good in his life. The rabbit seemed to know everything about him, even things he didn’t know, and Sleazy didn’t know the first thing about the rabbit.

Sleazy let out a whine, a clear wail of frustration, “What, what do I have to do to make you moan?!” He panted at the rabbit, “Any other man getting a lay like this would be drowning in his own drool, laid out on the floor crosseyed. You…you’re something else!”

The rabbit smiled, “Oh dear, just because I’m not as vocal as the next man doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying myself. In fact I’ve been enjoying myself quite heavily. I didn’t mean to worry you.” The rabbit winked, the devious little glint returning to his eye, “If you’d like a little more participation on my part however I’d be happy to oblige. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m just a cold fish.”

Sleazy felt his blood run cold. Did the rabbit just play him, again? That look, that tone, Sleazy felt like he’d unwittingly played right into the rabbit’s hand once more. Sleazy grunted, he felt his balls start to boil over, pulling tight against his body. He was dancing on the point of no return, the razor’s edge. As he plunged his hips down his balls didn’t even smack the rabbit this time, they were ready to blow. As much as he wanted to know what the thief had planned, he was ready to cum, to end it. He had no choice anyway, his body was already preparing, any moment now he was going to erupt. He could feel the hot liquid ready to be piped through. “S-Sorry, I’m gonna…”

“No you’re not,” The rabbit said quietly.

Sleazy suddenly felt cold, time seemed to stand still, a shiver ran up his spine. There was a hand on his balls, but both his were on the rabbit’s hips, and both of the rabbit’s were on the control desk. The fist was gentle, not rough or threatening, but it still firmly pulled down on his testicles. Sleazy tried to look back to see what was stretching his cords out. The cold chill ran through his whole body as the bubbling orgasm seemed to drain out of him, his body had been so ready, now he felt like his veins were being flushed with ice. There was no one behind him, no third person, not even a body. All Sleazy could see in his peripheral vision was the top hat still sitting on the floor.

From inside the darkness he saw movement, his jaw dropped when one of the velvet gloves crawled back out. It was like there was a paw stuffed inside, moving it around, but there was nothing. Sleazy had seen a lot of things tonight, some outrageous things, but it was an entirely different matter to see something this unreal happening right in front of him and not just on the video feed anymore. The glove waved at Sleazy and then pointed towards his tail. The wolf craned his neck, looking behind and shifting his tail. He could see just a hint of lavender poking out from between his legs. It was the other glove, somehow it had come to life. The wolf let out a yelp as he felt the glove squeezed roughly, jolting his already sore testicles.

This time it seemed a clear threat, somewhat veiled and polite as the rabbit seemed prone to do, but threatening none the less. It felt open to interpretation, or even challenging, Sleazy’s instincts battling between being compliant and resisting. The rabbit merely greeted either option with a grin and a devious wag of his eyebrow over his shoulder. The choice really was up to the wolf, the rabbit would have his fun either way.

Sleazy began to feel very uneasy with the glove around his balls, now that he was aware of it, realized exactly what that squeezing had been. The initial squeeze had been a surprise, something to make the wolf jump. It had gone back to gently massaging his balls once more. This time however there was a certain tightness to it, a constant reminder that the rabbit quite literally had him by his balls. Sleazy’s fur stood on end, his mouth going dry, that heady mix of fear and arousal twisted in his gut. The velvet glove tenderly caressed and massaged the heavy wolf scrotum, gently squeezing them together in a very pleasurable fashion. The message still rang clear though, the thief was still in control, Sleazy still needed to walk on eggshells.

The other glove floated through the air in a ghostly fashion, doing one lap around Sleazy’s head before coming to rest on his right hip. The two magic gloves gripped the wolf, he felt his tie go taut again as well, the wolf could only moan as his hips slammed down on the rabbit again. “Come on, you can go faster than that can’t you?” He goaded to the wolf.

Sleazy could only whine pathetically, caught and helpless, as the rabbit ordered him about. Now the gloves were helping, perhaps forcing seemed more the term, him to plow the rabbit. It was like he was caught between two of the thief, the one he was slipping his slick cock in and out of, and another. Some sort of ghostly apparition of the rabbit that seemed to control the gloves, or whatever was giving them life and substance. It felt like the rabbit though, like his paws holding his hips and his balls, guiding him in and out, a steady paw controlling his thrusts and movements. The gloves postured him, controlled his speed and rhythm. Soon Sleazy felt like he wasn’t have sex so much as just going along for the ride. He was enjoying the sex, it was probably the best he’d ever had. He couldn’t escape the feeling that he was being used, that he was just a puppet, he was being ridden and controlled like a simple sex toy.

...and he liked it!

“Faster!” The rabbit cajoled, “That’s it, keep it up!”

Sleazy listened to the rabbit’s orders, not having much choice but to obey them. the wolf blushed as he was forced to comply, whimpering and whining as his own pleasure built to almost unbearable heights. Strung along like a dog on a leash without a moment to catch his breath. Waves of pleasure crashed on him, he didn’t know how much more he could resist the tidal wave of lust pounding him before he’d be swept off his feet.

“God, I can’t hold out, I need to…” Sleazy whined.

The rabbit jerked the tie, making him slam in, the gloves tugged at his cods to keep them from pulling tight, “Don’t quit on me now, I said faster!” The rabbit was working every resistance the wolf had. Wearing on every sexual nerve until Sleazy was an inferno of lust, pumping in and out with only one goal, to cum. He needed to orgasm so badly that nothing else mattered, his loins burned for it with more intensity than they ever had.

\tThe rabbit smirked over his shoulder, grinning ever teasingly at the sweaty overworked wolf. He was obviously enjoying the tease, but more so there was that calculating stare. The wolf could see the gears turning, like the rabbit was once again gauging how much the wolf could take. He was reading, assessing, peering into the depths of the wolf to see just how much he could take. Trying to push him that much further even, it was a caring almost fatherly look in a way. The thief was trying to make sure the wolf was enjoying it just as much as he himself was. The rabbit really could read him like a book, because Sleazy certainly was. Even if it had been rough going, a little scary, he was hot for every moment of it. Every sensual moment the rabbit had come into his life would fuel another lifetime of fantasies, maybe more.

\tSleazy panted. He wheezed. He outright moaned in exhaustion, chest heaving dryly until he sounded like a locomotive running out of steam. Even if the rabbit was keeping an eye on him, caring for him in a way, it didn’t change the fact that he was nearing his breaking point. He trembled and shook with each downward thrust, his sore muscles begging for the climax, a well earned finale. The cool rejuvenation of orgasm was going to feel amazing, he just knew it. For now, he had to soldier on. Each teasing tug of his tie was a reminder that they weren’t done just yet.

“So...eager...to look ahead…” the rabbit panted out, the chastisement making Sleazy stand as straight as he could, like a soldier who’d been caught slacking, “Enjoy...the moment...dear boy. There is...more to sex...yesssss,” he hissed, unable to hold back the admission of pleasure, “than...rushing to the end!” The rabbit panted and moaned, he was obviously getting close too. Sleazy felt his gut do another flip flop now that he had proof the rabbit was getting off, his poise and finesse slipping ever so slightly, yet still seeming so refined and gentlemanly. He was getting off with grace while Sleazy was a heaving mess of sexual desire. “Or are you that eager to be rid of me?”

Sleazy shook his head frantically, the gloves pushing his hips in once more, another reassuring squeeze to his balls. The rabbit smiled, “Good. Now ride me you magnificent beast, show me what a big bad wolf you are!” Sleazy began to feel less used, even if he looked like the physical definition of lust right then. There he was sweaty, unkempt, a quivering mass of sexual desire before the almost pristine white rabbit. He had felt dirty, like some cheap toy used for a quick fling; now he felt empowered, this was just part of who he was, and he liked it. So did the rabbit, this thief constantly goading to let out the beast he knew was inside. The way the thief was starting to pant and moan, Sleazy could tell the fancy rabbit was more apt to appreciate his “dirty” tendencies. The rabbit wasn’t turning his nose up to Sleazy’s uncouth nature, they may seem different on the outside, but in some ways Sleazy felt like he’d found a kindred spirit.

Sleazy’s hips continued to buck, even with the renewed energy and the help from the gloves he was wearing himself out. As much as he was enjoying it, he knew he couldn’t last much longer, even with the rabbit’s orders. He tried, thrusting as hard as he could, but each thrust nearly caused the pot to boil over. His balls churned and ached, The tugging glove couldn’t hold back the roiling mass that seemed to be rising in the wolf’s loins. Sleazy heaved, hips lurching as quickly as they could, his knees felt like they were going to give out soon. The only thing that fueled him onwards was the rabbit’s passionate moans, the way he pushed back against each of Sleazy’s thrusts. Glancing over his shoulder the rabbit stared back at Sleazy, his eyes glinting. It wasn’t just the rabbit anymore, Sleazy was pushing himself. The gloves even had slacked off, doing more support work, the fervent thrusts were Sleazy’s own. It was almost as if the rabbit had played him once again, made him want to fuck like this, Sleazy smirked back in his own way and thrust down, pinning the rabbit to the console.

“I know you’re getting close dear boy, I say you’ve earned this, why don’t we go ahead and end this with a bang?” The rabbit snickered under the wolf, feeling his pace pick up, one final burst of energy to send them both over the edge.

Sleazy relaxed, closing his eyes and just did what felt natural. He wasn’t dominating the rabbit, it was just passionate hot sex, no more worries or threats. Pinning the thief down wasn’t an act of aggression, it was simply to get leverage, to really pump his tail. He was just giving the rabbit exactly what he wanted, and Sleazy was getting what he wanted too. The two moaned together, almost in unison. Sleazy knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back but for a few more strokes. He tried though, tried with all his might. Each cock backwards he’d wait a full breath before plunging back in, holding back as long as he could, dancing on the edge. The moment had come, and he wanted it so bad, and yet he still didn’t want it to end. Another pull back, he inhaled, taking as deep a breath as he could. He felt his lungs swelling with air slowly, drawing it out for as long as he could. It wasn’t enough, he barely drew in half a breath before he felt something change, something that took his breath away. The gloves shifted, the left let go of his balls and moved to his hip. In unison the treacherous gloves pushed down, forcing him balls deep into the rabbit. It was far too soon and far too fast, Sleazy whinged, what little air he had escaping out his muzzle. His eyes crossed, his head cocked back and he tried to howl, it was silent without any air. He could only gasp and wheeze. The moment had arrived, he felt his balls pull tight, cock twitching inside the rabbit’s velvety insides.

And that’s when Sleazy woke up…

The wolf sat upright in his bed, eyes wide as dishpans, body in a hot sticky sweat. He frantically grabbed at his blankets and sheets, jerking them out of the way. The wolf’s grey chest heaved, the sheets came off just in time, his cock erupted as soon as it was out in the open. Sleazy was shocked, confused, and wracked with pleasure. The first shot nearly hit the ceiling, it rained down on top of him, splattering his face and chest. The next was just as powerful, each one rocked through his body. All Sleazy could do was ride out each powerful convulsion, fistfuls of sheets in his paws, his toes splayed. Pleasure fried his every synapse, not an ounce of it seemed to be lost, even though nothing was stimulating his cock now. He couldn’t move a paw to his cock if he wanted to, he was simply paralyzed by the tremors of pleasure. An earthquake of lust, it didn’t seem to end. On and on until Sleazy lost count of how many times his shaft had twitched, of how many ropes of seed he’d spilled. He did collapse though, finally, cock still wiggling with aftershocks of pleasure. His body was still abuzz with pleasure, he literally vibrated with the intense afterglow of the orgasm.

Where was the rabbit though, was it all just a dream? Wasn’t he at work? Work? Sleazy rolled his head, staring at the clock display, he was late! He tried to wrench himself out of bed, exhaustion took over though. His tired muscles felt sore and weak, they didn’t respond to the shocked wolf’s desperate attempts to get up. He stared at the clock again, as much as he disliked his boss he didn’t want to lose his job. Maybe he could at least call out, after an orgasm like that he didn’t exactly feel like getting out of bed, even if it meant laying in a pool of his own jizz until he got enough energy to move. He looked for his phone, hoping it was in arms reach, scanning his nightstand.  It was only then that he noticed the newspaper, it sat folded by the clock. He’d been so focused on the red LED display he hadn’t noticed it sitting there, more specifically the date, staring him in the face. It was...tomorrow, or today, according to the date on the paper it was his day off!

He blinked at the paper, that couldn’t be right, he distinctly remembered going into work. That could have been a dream, and honestly everything else had dream written all over it, how could any of that been real? He felt a twinge in his chest at that thought, it had to have been real, he wasn’t sure he could accept that the rabbit was just some dream. He forced himself upright, grabbing the paper and staring at the headline. Sleazy felt his jaw drop.

“Hero thwarts theft attempt; Saves Coworkers and Valuable Museum Assets!” There he was under the headline, shaking the chief of police’s hand. He didn’t remember that, when did that happen. The last thing he remembered was...well...his paw brushed over his sticky chest as a blush crossed his face. He began reading the article, he’d never read anything so intently in all his life. In school he’d hated having to be forced to read, in fact, he didn’t remember ever having subscribed to the newspaper either. So many questions raced through his mind as he read the article. Something about a thief, the paper called him a possible super villain. He read about how he himself had stood up to the thief, managed to outwit and chase him off. He got away, but was prevented from stealing anything all the same. Sleazy had not only rescued his coworkers, but saved all the museum’s property. At least that was the jist of it, details seemed as hazy as Sleazy’s memory, but all the coworkers vouched for his bravery. The only thing that made the wolf’s nose crinkle was that they used his real name, he hated his name, and now it was plastered all over the papers.    

He sighed, flopping back onto the bed, the still bundled paper felt heavy as he slapped it down on his own chest. Curiosity burned further, this wasn’t the sunday edition, it wasn’t like it was loaded down with coupons and other crap. He lifted the bundle, letting it unroll. A small purple velvet bag thumped onto his stomach. It was lavender, the same color as…

Sleazy was once again upright, opening the small cinched bag and emptying its contents onto a clean part of the bed. There wasn’t much inside, but what was inside was exciting, and confusing at the same time. The rabbit’s mask sat there, the black porcelain contrasting his white sheets. The article, the mask, it was true, everything was real! So why didn’t he remember? Sleazy unfolded a small note, the only other object in the bag.

Dear Sleazy,

\tThank you for the enjoyable evening. It was certainly more rewarding than anything I could have purloined from the building I think. Honestly I was just looking for a bit of a thrill, my life can feel dreadfully dull at times. I didn’t mean any harm...well...not TOO much harm, Eh? I think we both agree sometimes Karma is a bit too slow, and some people need to get what’s coming to them. I’m sure you understand it’s mostly in good fun. I certainly took a shine to you though, you are a remarkable man, even if the rest of the world can’t see it. I’m glad we met, this certainly won’t be the last you’ll be seeing of me.

\tEnjoy the fame and admiration, I hope it will bring you some deserved respect and help make your job a bit more bearable. Maybe I’ve even opened a few doors for you, and maybe you’ll find me hiding behind a few of them. Ta for now stud, I look forward to our next meeting. Stay classy my big bad wolf!

\t\tXOXO,

\t\t\t~Mr. White~

\tP.S. Then this happened!


\tThe final words on the paper seared red, as if they were burning. In a wisp of smoke they vanished. The smoke drifted to Sleazy’s nostrils and he couldn’t help but inhale them with a shocked gasp. Sleazy grunted, his eyes crossed again, the same pleasure he’d woken up with surged through his loins. Once more he was on his back, balls churning, his cock was rock hard again. It twitched, cherry red, on the brink of orgasm once more. He let out a howl of pleasure as he began coming with such a powerful force, even so soon after the last one. As his body shuddered and spilled it’s seed, feeling every bit as good as it had before, two questions filled his mind.

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