Smack. 

They had been at this all day now. Humphrey had some serious stamina, that much was obvious, but he had never imagined that Mooch could go this long. The guy had never matched him like this before.

Smack.

He hadn’t had a break all day, and even though his hips screamed at him, he didn’t pay them any mind. After all, Mooch was screaming louder, loud enough to drown them out and then some. Every moan was revitalizing, every scream and swear spurring him on more and more, keeping him in top gear. He pounded harder, slammed faster, the longer they went, and he didn’t break a sweat.

Smack.

That sound had been his metronome for the last few hours, keeping him in time better than even his own heartbeat. His pulse varied, but the connection of their bodies was constant, the pace steadier than any biological clock. The day burned on, the shadows of the clearing’s trees stretching like the point of a sundial. Normally, they’d use that for telling time, but Humphrey and Mooch didn’t need it. They didn’t care what time it was

Smack!

They had forgotten all about the Garth idea. Every word of that conversation disappeared under a tide of their own shared lust and sweat, and even Mooch’s handsy paws on his prized rump didn't faze him anymore. None of it mattered. It didn’t matter how late it got. It didn’t matter how long they had been at this. It didn’t matter if his stomach felt empty, or had been for the last few hours. This was all that mattered, just hammering his neglected friend into a screaming mess of a pup until they both couldn't walk straight, and having a blast while doing it.

He couldn’t have settled for anything else. Humphrey wasn’t normally the taking orders kind of guy, but when Mooch had rolled over and told him not to hold back, that was an order he had been okay with following. How could he have resisted that pose?

SMACK!

And here he was, obeying the command to the letter. Mooch seemed to be having fun too, if the way his voice was gradually becoming more and more hoarse with every screaming cry of pleasure, every shout for more, was any indication.

“F-fuck yeah, Humphrey…!” The bigger wolf’s voice shattered the air, overpowering even the slaps of their colliding hips for as long as his lungs had the capacity. “Harder, sir…! Faster…! Ruin my ass, please!!!”

He had to hand it to the guy; the dirty talk had gotten better. Sure, it was just uncontrolled screaming, but that didn’t have to be a bad thing. It wasn’t perfect, but that’s what they were here for.

So he put his front paws down harder, sinking his claws into the dirt beside Mooch’s shoulders, and gave him what he wanted. His smirk was devilish, blue eyes shining like azure glints and fangs gleaming in the light from above, as he slammed away with all his might, only to space his hind legs further apart and pound harder.

“FUCK YES…!!! PLEASE…!!! WRECK MY ASS, SIR!!!”

Mooch’s voice had barely been recognizable with that one, but there was something amazingly hot about seeing him lose control like this. It was hot enough to make Humphrey want to blow right then and there, just to see his reaction; how loud he would moan, how high his voice would really get, how tight it would make his innards around his pistoning shaft. But he held back, deciding to let the cracks spread further, until even this level of ecstasy seemed small in comparison.

But they could figure those things out later. For now, Humphrey had a rump to slam.

“Yeah, that’s right…” The words came out before he knew he was saying them, but he rolled with it, making sure that Mooch could see his carnal composure with every slam of his hips and domineering huff out his nose. “Moan for me, pup. You feel that dick, dontcha?! Get nice and loud for me!!"

Mooch’s voice only did as it was told, and even if Humphrey weren’t putting on a bit of a show, he still would have growled the growl and smirked the smirk he did. Today might not have been about his own fun, but he’d take it where he could get it. 

Besides, the view was more than worth the detour. Mooch’s eyes shut tight and fluttered closed in pleasure with every scream he let out, the smacks of Humphrey’s hips on his only matched by the meaty slaps of his monster of a cock on his underbelly. Mooch might have been a bottom through-and-through, but his sheer size was obvious, and more than a little captivating. And as Humphrey pounded away, he found himself looking at (or was it admiring?) that girthy beast more and more often. He watched with some kind of rapt attention, unable to look away for longer than he cared to admit, as it bobbed up and down in all its presence and size, meeting its owner’s body again and again with spurts of sticky pre and heavy-but-useless throbs, coating his fur until it became a sticky mess with every all-too-heavy pump through his length.

Mooch had said it himself; he was too big to ever make any use out of it. Humphrey doubted that that was really the case, but true to his word, the big Omega was a bottom bitch to his very core, only letting his shaft find any use as an ornament for the one doing the plowing. It didn’t matter how big it was, Mooch would always be what he was now. The only difference now was that he was owning it.

Humphrey couldn’t have taken that away from him if he tried. Mooch took everything like a champ, and he had to admire him for that. 

So he gave him exactly what he wanted, treating him like the bitch he was, and slammed him all-the-harder. 

His hips practically became a blur when he did. Hell, he wasn’t so sure they didn’t.

“Yeah, just like that.” He growled, having to speak up and snarl to be heard over the constant, jackhammering slaps that now filled the clearing from wall to wall. “Take that dick, bitch! Don’t you dare blow your load until I say you can!!”

“Y-yessir…!” Mooch gasped, trading his screaming moans in for desperate, panting breaths just to keep up. “Anything you say, sir…!!!”

Humphrey could tell, the big guy was ready to blow. There was no doubt about it; his chest rose and fell erratically with every huffing pant, and his walls were no longer squeezing rhythmically with his tempo, falling out of time as his impressive cock started firing off, streaking his underbelly and face with ribbons and volleys of sticky pre. Humphrey couldn’t help but notice his own climax on the horizon as his own tip unleashed its best volleys as well, but he held himself steady as best as he could, finding it harder to follow his own orders by the thrust.

He was starting to see stars, and his instincts were taking over. His knot hammered at Mooch’s tailhole like it was a gate in need of bashing down, those two fist-sized bulbs of flesh demanding entry, and he couldn’t have stopped if he had tried.

But Mooch still wasn’t done yet, and neither was he. He could still hear what came next.

“H-holy fuck…!” Those words came out as more of a whine, but the volume was quickly ratcheted up in the time it took to take another breath. “Give me your knot, Humph! I want it…!! I need it…!!  P-put it in me, sir, please…!”

Humphrey’s senses might have been turning to mush, but those words broke through the haze better than anything ever could have. He couldn’t have passed up that idea if he had wanted to, even if it seemed a little early for that. Maybe it was just the sex talking but…

Well, all of this was the sex talking. So he stopped thinking, and rolled with it.

“I was gonna say no. You know, make you scream for it a bit more…” 

Humphrey literally lied through his teeth, fangs gritted in a deep and carnal growl as he emptied Mooch out, pulling back until the steamy forest air caressed his cock, leaving his hole a gaped-out mess. He watched as Mooch’s expression melted into utter hypnosis, his worshiping eyes and drooling mouth unable to look away as Humphrey sat up a bit, taking his pre and spit-smeared shaft by the knot with a powerful squeeze, and all at a proud and flaunting angle. Every inch, every twitch and throb, every silky pump of pre from his tip and pulse through his fist-sized knot, demanded Mooch’s attention just as much as the other end always did, and he savored every last hot huff of breath over his flesh until Mooch could barely hold himself together. His shaft gave a powerful throb, a bead of fresh pre sparkling in the light of a passing sunbeam, and the big wolf beneath him let out a flustered squeak of a whine.

”But I’m in a good mood today,” He continued, smirking his best and hottest smirk, making sure to hold his shaft at the best angle to catch the light. “So I’ll just give you all of it. Just don’t get any ideas about cumming without my permission, alright? I still haven’t said you can, you know.”

All it took was a nod of Mooch’s head and a needy whimper out of his throat to tell him what he needed to know. The big guy didn’t just want him and his knot; no, he was desperate for it, drooling like he hadn’t eaten in days, and giving him a look of adoration normally reserved for the more religiously-inclined humans. Besides, he has been a good boy all day. He had come a long way, and deserved at least a little something.

So he put his paws back down in their places (which were now obvious prints in the dirt) and lined back up with the wolf below him. Just like with Mooch’s nonverbal beg, all it took was a single shove of his hips to do the trick, filling the big guy up again all the way down to the knot with no small amount of tree-shaking volume. He couldn’t tell which one was louder, Mooch’s explosive moan or the smack of their bodies colliding against the dirt.

He put some extra weight behind his next thrust, coming down for one especially-powerful slam as he kicked himself into gear for the main event. The moment their bodies connected, he felt Mooch’s backdoor buckle and cave against his bulging knot, begging for every last inch he had to offer, and his voice soared with the loudest moan he had given all day.

“Feel free to beg, pup.” He growled, his smirk turning into a devilish and toothy grin, just the way it always did, “Don’t you hold back on me now!”

Mooch took in a preparatory breath, holding it there for a second before his jaw went slack, and a blood-red blush spread across the vast majority of his face.

“I don’t… plan to!” He nodded heavily. “Just put it in me. I’m ready for you…!”

The two of them shared a moment of quiet, the air as tense of Humphrey’s tensed-up jaw. His knot practically had a mind of its own, throbbing with its own heavy and demanding pulse as his hips gradually pressed forward, not so much trying to make headway as much as teasing the wolf underneath him until he broke.

“If you say so, bitch.”

The sentiment seemed mutual, because it was an encouraging slap to the rump that made Humphrey kick himself into gear. Mooch didn’t stay to feel or grope for long, but the way his paw came down hard with a sudden clap, claws digging into the size and roundness of that gray-furred glute would have almost hurt if his senses were still intact. Still, he didn’t stay very long, and the claws left his fur as quickly as they had come when his hips suddenly shunted forward, giving his friend the start of what he wanted.

“Can’t keep your paws off, eh? Shoulda known, since you fawn over it so often!” Humphrey smirked, fangs gleaming as brightly as his eyes. Truth be told, he was talking more to himself than to the wolf underneath him, but Mooch still chuckled guiltily anyway. “Meh, doesn’t matter. You’re about to be way too busy to pull that again anyway.”

“Heck yeah…!” Mooch breathed, little whining moans starting to slip through with every quarter-inch his tailhole stretched, one bit at a time. “Every part of you is… so damn perfect.”

He couldn’t stop himself, he had to give him something. So he did the only thing he knew how to do and threw him a bone, arching his back against that squeezing and desperate paw on his rump. Mooch’s gasp was so sudden that he swore he heard it strip his throat, and hs face turned an even deeper shade of red when paw met rump yet again with such a forceful shove.

“You know it, pup.” He grinned, devilish and smooth with a sky-blue glint in his eye. “I’m the sexiest Omega in this pack, and I’ve got the ass to prove it. Bet you wanna see this big thing work in your face when I’m done with you, dontcha?”

“More like… on my face!” Mooch breathed again, the whines starting to take over with every exhale. This time, his paw took the initiative, sinking the tips of his claws in Humphrey’s admirable rump with a direct and obvious relish before sliding south, weighing the sheer weight and size up from below. It didn’t take even one more second before the next growl to sound out, Humphrey digging a fang into him lip as he did.

“Don’t push it, bitch.” He said flatly, swatting Mooch’s paw with his tail despite how much he was enjoying this himself. Whether it was a warning slap or just a way to get his rump to quake in his grip, he would leave that for Mooch to decide. “That wasn’t a hard yes, remember? I told you I’d think about it if you were a good boy, that’s all.”

That shut him up. His paw remained where it was, soon joined by its brother on the opposite glute. But Humphrey didn’t have all day to do this, and Mooch’s explorative claws had just barely made contact with his most prized area before his hips resumed their work, stealing it all away.

“Anyway, let’s get back to business, yeah?” Humphrey growled, making sure Mooch’s paws went back to their proper places, drawn into his underbelly. “I’ve got a bitch to wreck!”

“And I’ve got a knot to take…!”

Humphrey might not have been able to see the fruit of his efforts, but he could sure feel it. He didn’t need to see Mooch’s tailhole to know how it was spreading around his knot. He didn’t need to lay eyes on that little ring of muscle as it stretched and buckled, accommodating him one tiny bit at a time, even as it threatened to rip his friend in two along his axis. He didn’t need to watch the absolute gaping happen when he could feel it around him. 

Tying the initial knot didn’t take as long as he thought it would. Maybe it was because he was going so fast, maybe Mooch was so relaxed and ready that it made things easy, maybe it had something to do with the copious amounts of precum and spit that lubed up both of their parts, aiding in the act until it was as easy as any other insertion. But eventually, after a while of bestial huffs on his end and screaming begs from the wolf underneath him, a loud pop sounded out, and Mooch was plugged.

It wasn’t going to last long. Before Humphrey could so much as make a single move or say a single word, Mooch’s paw shot up to hit him in the chest. It wasn’t a hard hit, certainly not hard enough to hurt or knock the wind out of him, but his forward motion was instantly halted, held there for as long as Mooch’s claws remained in his fur.

“Mooch, what are you doing-”

The words came out fast and flat, but the sight of the bigger wolf leaning in toward him shut him up. If that hadn’t done the trick, the words coming out of his mouth certainly would have done the trick.

“I was gonna ask to eat your ass again.” Mooch’s words were direct and simple, even though he was still wearing that nervous and flustered grin. Clearly, he thought something was funny. “But I mean, it’s a little late for that, right?”

“Right….” Humphrey said slowly, giving his hips a little tug just to check that their two bodies were properly coupled together. “We’re kinda stuck. Oops. Maybe you should’ve said that one sooner, buddy.”

“But then,” Mooch continued, pressing a claw to Humphrey’s lips with an excited grin. “I thought of something better! You need some time to warm up to that whole thing, I get you, I won’t push it. No pressure, I can wait! But if I wanna walk away satisfied, I’m gonna need something special before we’re done, okay?”

Humphrey thought about saying something, but the claw on his lips pressed forcefully against his muzzle before he could so much as breathe a word. 

“Goddamn,” his inner voice cursed, “this guy’s getting out of paw faster than I thought.”

The silence that followed seemed to take forever to pass, and the tension was so thick Humphrey could have sunk his fangs into it like a caribou’s haunch. But when Mooch’s voice broke the quiet, snapping the tension like a twig, his belly jolted with excitement like it rarely had before.

“Knotfuck me, Humph.” Mooch growled those words. It was such a weird thing to hear, especially as his expression twisted into a carnal, fang-baring grin that clashed so perfectly with his submissive blush. He almost looked drunk. “I wanna feel that thing wreck me. I wanna feel that knot ruin me ‘till not even Garth can make me feel the way you do! I want you to claim my ass, Humphrey; you’re gonna be the only one who can make me feel this good…!”

Humphrey nudged his muzzle, and Mooch’s claw was effortlessly shoved away. He looked down at the desperate wolf underneath him, straddling the line somewhere between a begging bitch and a demanding power bottom, where every word only made his cock throb harder and his knot pulse with more strength. 

“You could just asked, Mooch.” He chuckled, his grin suddenly a genuine one. “No need to give me an essay about it.”

“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?” Mooch shrugged, any pretense of dominance or submission evaporating in a second. The switch turned off, and even though Humphrey was currently balls deep up his tail, they were just friends now; buddies, chatting and having fun. It was weird, but Humphrey could get behind it. “What kind of subby bitch would I be if I didn’t drama it up a little bit? Ya gotta keep things interesting, ya know?”

Humphrey shook his head and laughed. Mooch had a point, and he couldn’t have disagreed with it in a hundred years. So he kicked himself back into gear, crashing their bodies together with a clap of balls on rump. 

“Alright, Mister Subby Bitch, you win. Now how about you turn the sexy mode back on before I ruin this ass with you out of character?”

“Who said it was a character?” Mooch’s grin almost became a smug smirk, his eyes lidding under a ton-load of sarcasm. “I know your whole top thing’s legit, so why can’t it be the same for me? Just ‘cause I’m not always in bottom bitch mode doesn’t make it any less legit, right?”

Again, another good point. 

“We’re seriously doing this.” Humphrey sighed, lidding his eyes as well. “We’re fighting over words now?”

But Mooch just shrugged his shoulders, giving his eyes a roll and a hole a squeeze instead of firing back.

“Just fuck me already, Humph.” He grinned. “Before I start going soft?”

Humphrey couldn’t argue with that, so he didn’t even try. He welcomed Mooch pulling him back into the action anyway; there was nothing to complain about.

Well, maybe except for one thing.

“As fun as all this wrecking your ass stuff sounds,” Humphrey began, putting his sexual persona back on one bit at a time, and letting it trickle back. “You sure you can handle it? I mean, I don’t we’ve-”

“Ever done it before?” Mooch’s voice cut him off instantly, and their bodies nestled closer when he pressed his rump up against Humphrey’s body with a smooth shove of his hips. “Trust me, I can handle it. You don’t need to worry about me, sir!”

“Sure, you think you can handle it,” He took a deep breath, admittedly having a hard time holding himself back long enough. “But this baby’s designed to really plug someone up! It might get rough, and I don’t wanna hurt you or anything.”

“Humphrey, trust me.” Mooch’s voice was firm, but somehow still light; more reassuring than impatient. “I can take it. As long as you’re the one dishing it out, I can handle it! If it’s you, I can handle it.”

If he was being perfectly honest, Mooch’s words were sounding a bit too cuddly for his liking. But whatever was going on in his submissive friend’s head, he still had a job to do.

Besides, Mooch had been waiting long enough. He did trust him, there was no need for more discussion (if there ever had been one in the first place). His innards squeezed with slow, rhythmic pulses around his beast of a knot, desperate and needy to feel every last square inch of his size for as long as they could. Who was he to deny him his fun?

Also, he couldn’t deny that he wanted this too. He couldn’t deny that, not one tiny bit, not for a fraction of a second. Mooch’s body was begging to be wrecked and ruined, and he had promised not to hold back. He wanted to see it. He wanted to see the big guy break. That was always the most fun part anyway.

So he shut his trap, trusted him, nodded, and started to pull back.

Mooch must have decided to mix up his vocals, because the moment that telltale pop sounded rang out and Humphrey freed his knot, it was accentuated by a whining whimper from the wolf below him. He had half a mind to ask him if he was okay; pulling out a knot while it was still swollen felt like it could be really uncomfortable, but he did it anyway, and Mooch seemed to be enjoying himself. So he held back on that, putting that energy into something more useful instead. 

Something more useful, like growling a deep and sexy growl, and shoving all that girth back into his friend’s body with another, sloppier echo of the sound he has just caused. He put his trust in Mooch, and put all his concern off to the side just in time to rev himself into gear, his hips finally finding their stride again only a few pumps in.

He had never done anything like this before, but he had to admit, Mooch was onto something. Fucking the tubby wolf the normal way was fun enough, but this was something else entirely. Every slam of his hips was met with the same amount of resistance, the product of his knot making contact with Mooch’s tailhole, and its instinctual attempts to resist him. But he smashed through that resistance every single time, plowing every last half-inch he had to offer up into his sub’s silky depths even if he had to do an extra shove or two, and always earning a screaming moan or three as his reward.

Mooch’s body seemed to be going into overdrive too. His moans were louder, his vocals were even more uncontrolled, his hole only seemed to squeeze tighter the wider it gaped, its elastic walls stretching and stretching to accommodate the constant, pounding, massive insertions time after time. And that wasn’t even mentioning his cock. The thing was firing off volleys he never knew Mooch was capable of producing, turning his belly, his muzzle, and even the dirt around him into a sticky and flooded mess within the first minute, and with no signs of slowing down.

He really was having fun down there, there was no doubt about that. They would have to come up with a name for a lot of the things they had gotten up to today, but that could wait. 

In the meantime, Humphrey had a tailhole to wreck, and a wolf to ruin. And he was nowhere near done yet.

True to all the previous trends, he never seemed to run out of energy. Humphrey might have panted and huffed, snarled and felt sore, but he never backed down. He liked a challenge after all, and knotfucking his best friend until his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and his voice went hoarse was a reward in its own right. The claps of their bodies (and their balls) colliding nearly deafened the both of them as rivulet and gushes of precum began to squirt and back up around the tight seal of his knot to further coat the ground, and even though his hips were starting to hurt to the point of distraction, he just kept going, no amount of noise or mess ever enough to satisfy him. 

He had edged himself so many times, but not without Mooch’s help. The confidence training was paying off; he wasn’t just lying there anymore, but actively milking him from knot to tip with all he had, all the while never losing that submissive flair for even a fraction of a second. It was only a matter of time before either of them blew, and Humphrey could feel it coming deep inside him somewhere.

“What did I say… bitch?!” Humphrey swore through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to lean his head back, shut his eyes tight, and blow like a geyser. “I still haven’t… said you can cum. Don’t you dare… get any ideas!”

“I’m… trying not to…!” Mooch didn’t so much scream his words as breath them, clearly having lost his lung capacity a couple of minutes ago. Still, he managed to hold out and hold on, his massive shaft still not showing even the slightest amount of white anywhere in those gushing rounds. “Wouldn’t dream of it…! Besides, I think I might still be able to walk…!”

“Well, we… can’t have that, can we…?!”

Mooch nodded, and Humphrey knew his climax would have to wait. He tamped it down as best he could, his claws scraping the dirt as he spread his legs apart for the extra leverage. It was the only thing standing in his way between him and more power, and with the extra torque, his hips were really able to slam away now.

Suddenly, Mooch’s lost voice seemed to return, the big wolf squealing his lungs out with every last knotting slam Humphrey landed, screaming like his life depended on it with every single hammer of his superior hips. Holding himself together just became at least ten times harder, but he managed somehow. 

He wouldn’t stop until Mooch couldn’t stand up. He would make sure of that, no matter how long it took.

So he put his all into it, never slowing down or faltering even for a second. His pawpads sweated against the musk and precum soaked dirt, his nose burned with the scent of sex that flooded into it with every heaving inhale, and his lung burned with every outward huff or snort. His hips strained but never buckled, and his rump worked up such a storm that he swore it had never clapped this hard. 

Either that, or Mooch’s tail had just struck it again. Knowing the slut’s thing for his ass, that might have been a good explanation for the fact that it was stinging like hell right now. Either way, even his prized rump was feeling the burn, and that took some serious effort.

But eventually, it all had to reach its peak. 

“You… broken yet, pup…?!”

He felt like pushing him on that topic, but the squealing cry of pleasure that left Mooch’s maw said more than any words could have. The way his eyes shut tight, the way his voice screamed itself hoarse time and time again, the way he threw his head back and belted out his complete, body-wide ecstasy said it all. 

It didn’t matter whether Mooch could walk after this, really. It was part of the fun. And only one thing could cap it off; ending it with a bang.

“Watch out, bitch…!” Humphrey growled and snarled through fangs that were gritted so hard they hurt. ”I’m gonna…!!!” 

He revved up his hips with a sideways wiggle of his haunches, feeling the pressure inside him like a bottle of that fizzy alcohol the humans liked building up until he couldn’t take it anymore. Then, with one more snarl from him and one more shove of his hips, he slammed himself down to the knot once more time.

Another sticky pop. Another squeal of pleasure. Another snarl. And one more crash of their bodies colliding. That was all Humphrey heard before he came.

It was just like with that strange, bubbly drink: the pressure mounted until the container couldn’t stand it anymore, and the cork shot high with an ear-shattering bang in a fountain of boozy foam. Except, in this case… well, the comparison was so obvious that he didn’t even have to make it. His cork popped explosively, and this time, the once-tight seal of a knot was nowhere to be found, the mess around them only got a whole lot messier.

“Humphrey…!” Mooch whined, the first thing Humphrey heard clearly through his smeared and slurred senses. The adrenaline was turning his ears to mush and static, but his friend’s voice was clear even through all the sensory overload around him. “P-please, I wanna cum…! C-can I…?”

That was right, he had told Mooch he couldn’t. He felt pretty stupid for a second, having forgotten that little detail. So he did something he had never imagined himself doing, and ran the razor sharp tip of a claw right over the impressive shaft the bigger wolf was packing, slowly and agonizingly making his way from crushing knot to tapered tip, and savoring his bitch’s most recent scream. Feeling a cock that wasn’t his own throb and pulse like that against his paw was a weird feeling.

But then again, he was the wolf that had ridden an Alpha’s cock to completion just the other day, so he didn’t really have the right to act like this was somehow special.

Either way, that one run of his claw was more attention than Mooch’s cock had probably gotten all week, and his soaring voice proved it. It was nothing more than an ornament, something to be looked at, something that was there just because it was. But now, Mooch’s equipment was doing what all cocks were meant to do; getting ready to fire.

“P-please, sir…!” The wolf beneath him groaned and gasped, that girth monster twitching and jumping against his underbelly, adorned with a single clear and sticky bead on its tip. “I wanna blow…! I wanna cum for you!! Please, sir!!!” 

That single bead of pre was the larger wolf’s own cork, one that was denied its chance to pop. It just sat there, quivering with every twitch and pulse, desperate to blow as hard as it could, but forced to wait. He almost felt sorry for him.

But Humphrey wasn’t done yet. It might just have been his sex-addled and musk-warped mind, but he suddenly felt something between his teeth. There wasn’t anything there before, but the illusory texture and taste were things he recognized instantly. He tasted hard, treated leather. He felt the tense grip of leather in his fangs, and he bit down hard, seeing the image unfold in front of his very eyes.

The length of a pitch-black leash stretched out from his mouth, inches upon inches adding to the ones in his teeth in a shower of gold to match the sunlight above, rolling out one bit at a time until it made contact with Mooch’s neck. The black restraint clapped itself around Mooch’s scruff like a dog’s chain, and the tension between their bodies was now doubled. He growled deeper than he had all day around the rein in his fangs, eyes burning bright and fangs gleaming, giving it an imaginary tug. Suddenly, the same scene unfolded again, an extra strap now connecting not just Humphrey to Mooch’s neck, but to his cock as well, wrapping around it to connect to a tight, silver ring just north of his knot. 

He’d have to get one of these for real someday, it was too good to pass up. But regardless of whether it was real or not, he blew another load and gave another tug, and Mooch almost seemed to respond. His cock jerked, that one single bead of precum that held it all in only accentuated by the too-tight ring clenching around his shaft, denying him everything he wanted in that moment. 

Fuck yes. This is what it meant to be Humphrey The Top.This is what is meant to completely dominate a wolf. Mooch clearly saw his devilish grin too, and clearly agreed.

So he blew one more round inside him, hilting deep with one more squeal, and growled out a few words.

“Fucking do it, bitch. Cum for me.”

The scream that Mooch let out was unlike anything he had heard all day, and the sight of his erupting climax was a sight to see. The illusory collar and leash disappeared in an absolute torrent of white, blasted away by the sheer force and power of Mooch’s too-long-denied climax as it finally exploded out. He had done a pretty good job holding it all in, and Humphrey had to admit he was impressed by how much his subby friend had stored up in him. Sure, they had been at it for hours, but he had been allowed to blow several times. Mooch rarely got that chance, and the unfettered volume of his raging orgasm in every last drop, round, and gushing volley definitely showed it.

It lasted longer than any of them cared to admit. Every round Humphrey fired off into Mooch’s depths was met by at least two from the bigger wolf’s cock, both of them draining their balls down to the dregs for as long as they had loads to spare. Humphrey’s domineering growls never ceased, even as Mooch’s screams and cries died down to whimpers and whines as time crawled by.

“C’mon, pup.” Humphrey growled deep in his chest, watching as Mooch’s climax went from gushing volleys to small squirts against his underbelly. “You wanted to cum for me, didn’t you? Empty those balls for me, bitch. All the way.”

Mooch had rarely seemed happier to obey that order, even if he was clearly on his last legs. But he did it anyway, until both of their last pitiful shots came at the same time. That is, before Humphrey managed to win him out by yanking his knot free one last time, and painting his blonde-furred face with one extra shot.

The two sat there in silence for some time, regaining their composures, fighting back the rockslide of fatigue that was now settling over their whole bodies, and overall just enjoying their afterglow. Humphrey collapsed after a while, standing just long enough to put his rump down on a clean bit of ground, while Mooch lay where he was, a cum-covered mess with a heaving chest  and a gaped tailhole who gasped for breath.

It was funny about the two of them; even through all of this, even after he had just had the most intense blowout of his life, both of them were still rock-hard. He had no idea Mooch had this level of stamina, but he liked it. He didn’t mind one bit.

“Well, pup…!” Humphrey straightened up after only a minute’s rest. “That’s, what? Load number ten?”

Mooch shot up a paw with surprising speed, still heaving and gasping for air into his seared lungs.

“That’s load number… two for me!”

“I can tell.” Humphrey chuckled, making his way to standing shakily, before regaining the last few drops of his composure. “Since when did you start cumming so much…?”

“You taught me, sir.” 

Was that mockery in his voice? Or did Humphrey imagine that? Either way, that last word was a bit weird, even if he didn’t have time to dwell on it. 

“You taught me to take the reins and do what I wanna do. If I wanna cum buckets for you and be your little bitch, then that’s what I’m gonna do!”

“No problems here.” Humphrey shook his head with a chuckle, watching as the burgeoning smug look on Mooch’s face was wiped clean, replaced by that same worshiping, slack-jawed expression the moment he caught even the tiniest glimpse of his rump. Humphrey turned, just enough to give him a side view, and brought his tail down just enough to make it wobble, just hard enough to fill the clearing with a different kind of smack. “So, you all tapped out yet?”

“As long as I’m around you,” 

Humphrey’s eyes shrunk to the size of pins, and he yelped aloud when Mooch’s paw slammed down hard on his exposed ass. He hadn’t expected the big guy to hit this hard. 

“...I could go for days.”

That hit had been harder than the previous one, and Humphrey would have been lying if he said it didn’t make his back-end sting. But regardless, he turned and stood next to the bigger Omega, putting a leg around Mooch’s shoulder and pulling him close.

“I bet you mean that, pup. But this is all just the intro course; you better be ready to hold out longer next time!” Humphrey smirked to the side, crashing their hips together with a superior shunt to the side and watching as Mooch’s face went a bit pinker. “Next time, you’re gonna hold that cum for a couple minutes minimum!”

“At least.” Mooch snickered, his blush only deepening by the second.

The taste of leather graced his tongue again, and he bared his fangs with a sultry smirk. 

“And I’ve got a pretty fun idea for us to try some other day. I might need some prep time, but I’ll make it happen. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“I bet I will.” Mooch practically moaned those words out. “I’ll follow your lead you do, sir. You tug the leash, I’ll be right behind you.”

Mooch’s wording was pretty spot-on, and Humphrey did his best to stifle a chuckle as he made his way to the larger wolf’s front, legs spaced apart and infamous rump on full (well, almost full; his tail was only partially raised) display.

“Right behind me is right, bitch. I know you, you’re gonna be following real close.”

Mooch huffed again, dragging his tongue across his chops like he had just spotted the tastiest meal of his life. And knowing how much his musk affected the big Omega, it might have been just that.

“You know I will.” Mooch breathed, inching just a little bit closer with every breath until every last exhale, big or small alike, could have quaked Humphrey’s cakes like a light but firm smack of a paw. In fact, as he smirked over his shoulder, one of those huffs did just that.

“Don’t get any ideas, pup.” Humphrey watched as Mooch struggled not to cry out, the moment his tail whipped itself across his perfectly-exhibited ass. “This ass is still off-limits without my say-so. Just ‘cause you’re my subby bitch, that doesn’t make you an exception! Keep it up, and I’ll have to add a no slapping clause to the rule.”

“I know that, sir.” Mooch panted with a gulp, tongue lolling out of his mouth, even as it got a bit too close to comfort to the furrow between Humphrey’s rumpcheeks. “I just… want a taste, so bad…!”

“I know you do. Who wouldn’t?” Humphrey snickered, admittedly feeling a little nervous at how close and how voracious Mooch’s tongue was getting. “I put a lot of time into making this thing the best. It’s the least I can do to show it off for sluts like you!”

“Then show it off for me, sir! L-like at the meeting! You just went crazy! I want you to give me a private show, sir. Just for me…!”

Humphrey couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how brazen he was now. Just a few hours ago, he hadn’t even had the words for that particular idea. But now, here he was, asking for it with only a little touch of submissive flair.

He loved it.

But as much as he wanted to just cut loose and do it, he still had a leash to tug. His cock throbbed between his legs, and that special spot under his tail that he still wasn't quite comfortable with acknowledging received a shock of pleasure from just the thought alone. So he took the chain in his fangs again, and pulled hard.

He could at least make the guy beg for it.

“And I already gave you your reward.” Humphrey said smugly, upping his smirk to eleven. “I gave you that knotfucking you wanted. You got your reward! Are you really gonna be greedy and ask me for another one?”

“Why not?” Mooch grinned, and it was almost a smirk. He huffed out another breath, and this one was like the hard smack instead of a light one. “I’m your insatiable little bitch, aren’t I? I think if anyone’s got the right to be greedy, it’s me! I want both my rewards, sir. I’m just that hungry for you.”

“You know you’re gonna have to beg for it, pup.” Humphrey leered, giving his rump a teasing buck, a mere couple of inches from Mooch’s slavering maw. “C’mon, let me hear how much you want to see my ass work!”

“Oh, I’ll beg for you, sir…!” Mooch huffed, his muzzle turning a deep red yet again, and his huffing breaths becoming worshiping gasps. “Just say the word, and I’ll tell you all about what I want! I’m gonna fall over myself for you! I’m your little bitch, remember? I live for this stuff…!”

“Then beg, bitch.”

The next sound that rang out was yet another smack, but it wasn’t Mooch’s paw, or even Humphrey’s tail, that caused it. For the first time in what felt like days, Humphrey created a clap that could fill the clearing from wall to wall, floor to canopy, with just a buck of his hips alone. The sound was like a crash, and Mooch was almost bowled over by its explosive power.

Almost. Like the dutiful bitch he was, he withstood it. Humphrey hadn’t given him permission to fall over, after all.

“Beg for me, bitch. Tell me all about what you wanna do to this ass. Don’t you hold back on me now, that’s an order!”

The taste of leather had never left his mouth, and before he knew it, the musk haze around them condensed into the same vision Humphrey had seen before. The pitch-black leash held all of Mooch’s sensitive areas in its grip, and when he tugged on it, the big bitch seemed to physically respond. A single tug of the chain was enough to send Mooch falling against his presented rump, nuzzling and panting up a storm as all the words in the world spilled from his mouth.

The specifics of what he said didn’t matter; Humphrey wasn’t really listening. He caught a few phrases here or there, all of them fawning adulation or stumbling reverence for just one body part of his. Sure, it was the one he showed off the most, but Mooch’s focus was singular, his mind was one-track. He followed Humphrey’s orders to the letter, gushing and rambling about how much he wanted to worship every inch, how desperately he wanted to please him, and various things like that. It was mush in Humphrey’s ears; he was too drunk on the feeling and scents of the moment to care.

But the leash was sharp in his jaw. The only thing that felt real. He tugged, and Mooch responded. He pulled, and Mooch reeled. He yanked, and Mooch went with it in an instant. The collar and leash was such a fitting image; he couldn’t imagine a better one, even as Mooch seriously pushed some boundaries, caught up in his own borderline-religious fervor.

The wolf behind him huffed his scent so hard that he swore he had accidentally raised his tail (he actually had to check on that one, but found it was still down). A light sting of pain shot through his back-end when Mooch’s fang sank into the supple and voluminous rumpcheek on the right, only for him to switch sides to the left in a second.

He never imagined he would know how a tongue dragging itself across his ass would feel like, but when Mooch decided to slobber over that leftmost mound of ass, he definitely found out. It was weird; warm and wet, but also sticky and slick against his fur. His cheek reacted in kind, deforming a bit around the powerful muscle that was dragging itself along its height from bottom to top. Mooch drank down his scent like it was water on a hot day, never letting up, even as he got too close for comfort.

But Humphrey didn’t hate it. He wanted to, but he didn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to.

He tugged again.

“Aren’t you just supposed to be begging, pup?!” He growled out, even as he paradoxically pressed his ass back against Mooch’s tongue until he gasped and blushed, and his tongue buckled upward. “Watch what you’re doing with that mouth! I didn’t say you could get any ideas back there!”

He might have given him a warning, but asking him to stop never even crossed his mind, not for a second. Being worshiped like this was something else, and soon, he found himself going along with it. It might have been against his better judgment, but the sights and sounds were too intoxicating for him to care. He gave a deep and heady huff, arching his back, bucking his hips, giving his divine rump a clap right in Mooch’s face, and was rewarded with more sacrament for it. 

He had forgotten how long they had even been at this before long, and Mooch was still taking his shot where he could get them: a kiss here, a lick here, a slobber on this cheek and a nip on the other one before reversing the order. 

How long had they been going? A minute? Two minutes? Five? But as he pulled at the leash again, Mooch’s slavering mouth breathing a desperate blast of hot breath over his rump, right down the furrow, he found he didn’t care. 

He hadn’t realized it, but he had been talking the whole time too. Every adoring plea and beg that left Mooch’s mouth was met with a growling retort from him, every bit of vocal worship from Mooch met with some kind of tease or egging-on for who knows how long. He had no idea what either of them were saying, but he didn’t care. All he did was tug the leash again, and snarl back at him with another reckless throwback.

But suddenly, Mooch’s tongue wasn’t on his cheeks anymore. It was something that almost caught him by surprise, almost made him come back to reality. But he wasn’t fast enough on the uptake, and Mooch's next move pushed the boundary more than he had ever thought the big bitch was capable of.

Mooch’s tongue dragged itself across his furrow next. The single, drawn-out slobber started at his pulsing and churning balls, over his sensitive taint which quivered as his tongue passed, but it didn’t stop there. Mooch’s slavering tongue pressed upward, meeting the cleft of his huge and wobbly cakes head-on, and refused to stop.

Humphrey’s pupils shrank, and he breathed in a gasp that was so hard that it was liable to strip his throat. The air around him might have been hot and saturated with musk, but as Mooch slobbered up the divide of his cheeks, the breath that entered his lungs was ice cold. He tried to speak up, but his lungs were like ice, and the words came out as a deep, pleasured grunt.

Mooch was inching upward, one second at a time. It was a slow and loving lick, a reverent and messy slobber, and time ticked by at half-speed. Mooch’s tongue slipped upward, pressing hard against the deep divide, leaving a trail of spit behind as he did. A moan spread through his rump, a needy groan shook his cheeks, and another smack echoed out when a paw struck it hard, claws sinking deep.

“Wait…” his inner monologue spoke as clear as his own voice, the first thing he had heard through the soup of his senses in minutes. “This isn’t right? You’re just gonna let him do this to you, are you?!”

Humphrey took in one more sharp breath, and reality came crashing back down around him. 

His tail struck, whipping down on Mooch’s nose in a motion that was purely out of instinct. A yelp filled the air, followed by a thud as the big wolf fell back, accentuated by a chorus of light, bouncing smacks as Humphrey’s cakes recoiled from that brazen swat they had just received.

“What did I tell you about your mouth, bitch?” He snapped. “Watch what you do with it. I didn’t say you could go that far!”

Humphrey’s heart raced, and he realized too late that the snap in his voice had been a real one. He almost felt bad, but Mooch only fell back with a drunken snort of a chuckle.

“Sorry, sir…!” He laughed, his blush deepening yet again. “Guess I got a little carried away there.”

“A little?” Humphrey scoffed. He might have been taken aback, maybe even a little mad at the guy for overstepping the boundary, but he still stood there with his rump on full display, not thinking for even a second to put it away. “More like… a lot!”

It was the best he could come up with. The fact he was a little flustered definitely came through on that one, not that Mooch seemed to notice beyond an acknowledging huff. 

“Anyway,” He continued, peering over his shoulder, but without the smirk this time. It took a few deep breaths, and some acute awareness of how wet and matted his prized rump had become in just a minute or so of lapsed attention, but he took that real discomfort and twisted it with his own two paws. He grabbed it, sank his claws into it, and molded it into something much more hot, one careful move at a time. The last thing he wanted to do was kill the mood, after all. “When I tell you to watch yourself, bitch, you watch yourself. I’m the dom here, not you. You don’t decide what happens with my stuff, I do. Got that?”

Mooch gulped hard, visibly sweating through some combination of stewing lust and legitimate guilt. Whichever it was, the other wolf didn’t seem to break character either, so Humphrey rolled with it.

“Y-yeah, I get it, sir. Sorry.” Mooch took a deep breath. “I just thought that… y’know, you wouldn’t mind! Guess I should’ve known better, huh?”

“Yeah, you should’ve.” Humphrey let a grin crack across his muzzle, and the clearing seemed just a little brighter. It was a genuine one, and the two of them shared that same smile back at each other for a second, before they broke out into some light-hearted chuckles. “Anyway, pup, no harm done. Just… ask me before you pull that stunt again next time, okay?”

“You mean…” Mooch’s face lit up a little bit more, and his body followed, jolting him up onto his haunches. “There’s gonna be a next time? I’m, uh, allowed to do that again?”

“Don’t hold your breath for it too long,” Humphrey gave his hips a wiggle, Mooch’s breath resuming its huffs from before, but with a bit more caution in them this time. “But… sure. I have to get you ready for the real thing sometime, am I right?”

He hadn’t realized he had said it until it was too late. 

He liked to think that he was unsure about it. He was unsure about it. The real thing might never come, he still hadn’t made up his mind, as far as he could tell. But as Mooch salivated, his face and wagging tail making him look like an overly-excited pup, he didn’t care about that as much as he wanted to. After all, he hadn’t hated it. It made his rump sticky, and it felt weird, but he didn’t hate it.

And besides, seeing Mooch this worked-up, this happy, was worth it. That’s what this was always about, at the end of the day. Even surrounded by all the sounds and sights and smells, all that sex and musk, he wouldn’t ever forget that. 

So he turned back to his friend, stealing the view away with a snap of his tail over his nose, and put his face in his. 

“Of course,” He growled, the clearing darkening again with the passing of a cloud overhead, just as he eclipsed Mooch in his shadow. “I’m still gonna have to punish you. You broke a really big rule, pup. We gotta do something about that.”

“Yessir…” Mooch gulped again, nodding frantically and drawing his limbs inward. “But, uh, what’s my punishment, sir…?”

“Watch.”

That was the only thing Humphrey said. It was the only thing he needed to say; his next moves said it all.

Mooch was removed from his shadow with just a couple of steps back, and the cloud passed overhead just in time. The clearing lit back up with a few streams of light through the canopy, and when Humphrey’s back hit the ground, the brightness reached its peak.

Mooch sat up, wide-eyed and drooling, when his cock came into view, rivulets of pre and smears in white gleaming in the sunbeam, restarting their flows with  tiny twitches and pulses that were quickly building. His libido revved again, and within a few seconds of silence, the scent of musk only doubled, and the air grew denser. Humphrey watched with the most blazing smirk he could muster as Mooch obediently made his way up to all-fours, shaky for a few moments before straightening out.

Their eyes met for only a second before their gazes broke again, Mooch obviously distracted by what was going on between Humphrey’s legs. A single claw was all that was needed to angle that bitch-breaking shaft in the bigger wolf’s direction, both the equipment and its owner caught so perfectly in the light.

“Time for your punishment, bitch.” Humphrey smirked hotly, even though his tone was a good mixture of steamy and genuine. “Come on over here, you’ve got a dick to worship. And you’re not gonna be stopping for the next hour.”

“Only an hour?”

Mooch’s confidence was shining through now, and Humphrey’s dick throbbed with a mighty jump when he heard it. Today had been a good one, but it was far from over yet.

“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Humphrey waved a paw, leaning into the more casual direction now, instead of the steamy one. It just seemed right somehow. “You better not make me cum ‘till I say so, or you won’t be getting even a glimpse of this ass for a week! And I know you don’t want that.”

“No way.” Mooch shook his head, assuming the position. His maw drooled, salivating at the ready as he let Humphrey’s cock lay across his muzzle, breathing its scent deep into his brain. Humphrey could hear the sizzle already. “I don’t plan on it, sir. I’d hate to miss our date with Garth ‘cause I disappointed you…!”

Mooch blinked, giving a little amused snort.

“We are still on for that, right?”

Humphrey returned the sound, and Mooch’s muzzle turned red when his tail struck his taunting rump again. Even under the weight of his whole body, it still wobbled and shook, and Mooch savored every second of it as it did. 

Again, he tasted leather. Again, he felt the leash in his fangs. But this time, there was an extra point of tension; a leather ring was bound around the base of his tail, and it connected to Mooch’s collar just as tightly as the one of his mouth. One single swish of his tail, a single sway of his hips, a buck of his ass, and Mooch was his to yank around.

He had the big guy bound on both ends, and he intended to take full advantage. After all, the day still wasn’t over.

“You know it, bitch. Now, shut your mouth already. The clock doesn’t start ticking ‘till you get to work.”