You don't even make it to your first class

You made it into school and quickly started heading for your homeroom. Your brother came with you since his class was in the same general direction and Tang did as well since you two mostly shared the same schedule. A few other students said high to you as you passed them in the hall. Most of them were girls lingering in the hallway talking to their own friends. You always had an easy time talking with girls, to them you were just one of the odd kids at school who didn't have much fur and you got along easily with them. Guys had actually been harder for you to make friends with in highschool, you think you made them nervous.

Statistically most guys would need the services of a peacekeeper at least three times in their lives, six if they had spliced carnivore traits into their genes. The prospect that another guy was likely going to fuck you at some point in your life was a difficult thing to square away in the minds of a lot of guys. Thankfully most guys your own age had met with you enough times by this point to at least get over that initial awkwardness.

Girls didn't really have to think of you as a peacekeeper. Since they didn't have as much testosterone in their bodies as guys did their instinctive flare ups usually weren't as intense. Most girls could go their whole lives only needing the occasional cuddle or light petting from a pure human to get them to calm down. It wasn't unheard of for a girl to need to be fucked to get through a big attack but it wasn't anywhere as common.

So it was mostly girls who waved at you as you made your way down the halls. The occasional guy who would be playing football with you later in the fall also threw a greeting your way. It was all fairly informal, most people needed to get to class soon.

You were only a single hallway away from reaching that destination when you heard a cry and the heavy thump of someone being pushed into a locker. Without thinking you went from power walking to running down the hall as you ignored your turn and sped down to the end of the hallway and turned the corner. Sure enough there you found a pair of students having a slight tussle with each other.

Scratch that, Thomas had his hand around Razzy, a nice little goat boy you knew, by the throat and was growling hard enough to curl his lip with a snarl that showed his teeth. This was looking a bit more serious than you had first feared. Following your training you first interposed yourself between aggressor and victim taking advantage of your body's size to break line of sight between Razzy and Thomas.

Your elbow came down on the inside of the arm that was holding Razzy by the throat. Not hard enough to be a hit by any stretch of the imagination but it did come down on the joint which folded that arm up neatly and got Razzy dropped to the ground. With that you stepped into Thomas's personal space, wrapped both his arms up with a hug, started scratching his back as you licked at his snout.

Thomas shook his head surprised by all this as a blush spread across his face and he stopped growling. He was a gray wolf breed, with silver fur, a fairly triangular head, tufted ears and a wonderfully bushy tail. He was maybe an inch or two shorter than you and fairly lanky in his build, not small by any means but more of a runner's build than your running back bulk. He wore a letterman’s jacket over a dark polo shirt and khaki pants, which gave him a fairly smart and sharp look to his style.

You liked Thomas, he could be a bit awkward and certainly ran a bit hot tempered but he was a reliable guy and usually got mad on others behalf rather than his own. You could tell that wasn't the case here though as he felt stiff and tense in your arms even as he stuttered not sure what to do now that he was trapped in your arms. You also suspected that this might be a pretty bad episode for him since his normally calm blue eyes were turning wild and aggressive whenever he looked away from you.

“Thomas my good boy, what are you doing to poor Razzy?” You started, while you shifted your body, and thus his as well over to the side, giving Razzy a chance to get snatched and pulled away, by your little brother who had followed you. “I can't imagine that little scamp did anything to really deserve you growling and snarling at him like that.”

“He spilled my coffee all over my jacket!” Thomas said with short choppy, barky words as he briefly tried to pull away from you and go after the little goat boy.

“That does look bad, we'll need to get that cleaned up.” You sympathized with him. As Thomas tried to pull away you gave his butt a pair of firm smacks from your hand and pulled at his cheeks. Thomas’s squeal of shock arrested his movement as the blush on his face, briefly driven off by his anger, returned in full ****. In his moment of confusion you sent him spinning around. This allowed you to get him out of his coffee stained jacket and allowed you to put his back against the wall as you used your larger bulk and slightly taller head to box in his world and narrow his attention on to you. You also briefly looked around the hallway at the crowd that had been attracted by the commotion. You spotted a squirrel girl you had briefly dated last year and that you knew Thomas was a little sweet on.

“Chelsea dear.” You called out to her before throwing the jacket in her direction. “Could you see if you could get this stain out? Cold water with some light dabbing with some paper towels should do the trick.”

“I know how to get coffee stains out of a jacket.” Chelsea responded with a roll of her eyes.

“Hey don't take that it's mine!” Thomas yelled, reaching out for the girl while trying to growl at her. When his mouth was briefly open you got your tongue inside it and gave the roof of his mouth and his tongue a good lick. Again he froze stunned by the sudden action and you were free to get to work on him.

There was no universal guide on how to pacify a furry, no step by step list that was certain to calm them down. Some things did seem to work on just about everyone, head pats and scratching around the ears for instance, but for the most part every species or family of species had their own special weak spots. For big dogs and wolves the most sensitive areas were usually around the snout, along the back and around the butt. They tended to respond very well to French kissing and spanking. You also recalled from the one time you had to calm Thomas down back in middle school that he had sensitive nipples.

You started running your tongue back and forth across his face, short quick licks that just barely pushed through his fur. Fairly standard grooming behavior mostly to keep his attention focused on you and you alone. Meanwhile you kept your arms around his back with your fingers digging through his shirt and into his fur. Your nails just barely ghosted over his skin, gentle little scratches to leave little warm trails over his back and help him relax. It took a minute or two of slow coaxing but eventually you felt those muscles give up their tension as he relaxed more and more into your grip.

“There's a good boy.” You said earnestly, a lot of guys had secret praise kinks in your experience. “You're doing so well for me. You're being a nice soft little guy for me. Are you feeling better yet? Can you tell me how you feel about Razzy right now?”

“Gonna…. Tear…. His throat out…..” Thomas slowly said as he pushed himself closer to you and started nuzzling at your neck.

Yeah not good, you weren't making progress. Contact with a pure human didn't actually dispel instinctive aggression. The gentle petting, the closeness, the growing arousal, all that did create a nice fog of endorphins that settled over the mind and drowned out the subconscious need for **** with the equally subconscious need to let the nice human breed you. The instincts were still there underneath it all, ignored but not gone. If you let up for even a few minutes Thomas would run Razzy down and attack him.

You could keep him under that fog for an hour or two and see if he calmed down on his own. Or you could blank out his mind with an orgasm, probably two or three really, and essentially get a hard factory reset going up there. The second option was the one guaranteed to work and would only take up maybe a half hour or your time.

“Andrew?” You called out between nibbling little marks on Thomas’s neck. “Could you be a dear and run down to the nurse’s office for me and roll a bed up this way?”

“Sure.” Your brother agreed simply, though he added: “What do you want me to tell Nurse Lizzy when she demands to know why you don't drag him up to her office instead?

“If I’ve got to walk him all the way down there then I'm not going to be leaving for the next hour or two.” You declared, “And she's going to have to listen to the whole thing.”

“I wouldn't threaten Nurse Lizzy with a good time like that.” One of the girls in the assembled crowd, Penelope you think, called out.

“Instead I would remind her that the hallway has cameras in it and the nurse's office doesn't.” Another voice, Crystal if you weren't mistaken, piped in.

“That will work.” Andrew declared and took off up the hall at a light jog.

“Wonderful.” You said simply as you pulled Thomas shirt and undershirt off his chest leaving him exposed for more deep and determined back scratching that started to get soft little moans out of him. “Hey Tang, could you do me a favor?”

“Yeah what do you need man?” Your friend answered after what looked like a quick shake of his head to clear it.

“Could you go to our English class and tell Miss Jenna that I'll be a little late getting to class?” You asked before putting a line of little kisses along the edge of Thomas’s mouth.

“Uh, how late exactly?” Tang asked for some reason.

You stopped your **** on Thomas’s body for a few seconds, that was all it took for his breathing to pick up from breathy moans to growing growls as his eyes hardened. More kisses and a little bit of shoulder rubbing got him all nice and soft again. No way this was all over a single spilled coffee, the man must've been stressed out for weeks now. He needed at least two shots off and his insides painted white.

“Half an hour, maybe forty five minutes at most.” You estimated.

“You're really going to fuck him?” Tang asked in stunned disbelief.

“Yeah I'm really going to have and fuck him.” You declared to a round of oohs and ahhs from the assembled crowd. “He's going to try and beat someone within an inch of their life if I don't.”

“Oh I have got to see this!” Tang shouted with way too much enthusiasm as a bunch of faces in the crowd nodded in agreement.

“Tang!” You shouted back and shot him an angry glare.

“Oh don't go lecturing me about privacy and respect for others, I need to see this.” Tang insisted. “I know you like the guy and think he's basically a decent person but you think that about **** dealers and guys who try to rob convenience stores. The man can be a right asshole sometimes and frankly deserves to get shit talked a little during this.”

You sighed in exasperation as the crowd thinned slightly. Some students at least were either uncomfortable enough at the thought of watching you fuck a guy to leave or not interested enough in this drama to be late to class over it. But quite a few stayed, including no small number that you recognized. And there wasn't a single thing you could do about it.

Moving someone having an instinctive episode simply wasn't practical. It was surprisingly hard to walk and give someone a hickey at the same time. Especially when your partner was ideally a submissive little bag of gelatin. Moving them meant walking a fine line between keeping them aware enough to be able to move on command but out of it enough that their instincts didn't try to take over and make them attack someone other than you. The longer they went keyed up on those instinct the more it would take to clear their heads, it could easily be the difference between fucking them until you came once, and needing drop three or four loads into them. For the sake of time management and to give them a chance of walking tomorrow, a hundred feet was usually about the limit of how much you could move someone.

Enough to reach a park bench or maybe inside of a kindly neighbor's house. Usually not nearly enough to get them out of the public eye. It was therefore taken as a given that you would have to fuck most people having a breakdown in public and probably with a crowd of onlookers, there just wasn't a practical alternative.

Your ethics classes had taken great pains to kill off any embarrassment you might feel about being on public display in what was supposed to be about as intimate and private of a moment as two people could share. You were hardly an exhibitionist, being seen didn't excite you. But even the knowledge that several people you considered close friends were about to see you buck naked and going to town on the guy didn't prevent your cock from getting harder and harder in your pants and it prepared for work.

The real problem is that people almost always ran color commentary while watching. And they usually said some pretty mean things to whoever had broken down. And this was the first time you had fucked someone at school so people were going to be talking about this and about Thomas for a while afterwards. You really would've preferred it if Tang had been willing to help you out and maybe give other people the idea that they shouldn't stick around for this.

“Don't want them watching, master.” Thomas said in a slightly slurred voice while growling just a little bit. That was good news, he was getting into more of a submissive headspace, and bad news that you were getting distracted enough to let him be aware of what was going on around him. He continued. “I can chase them off if you let me.”

“No.” You said in a firm tone of voice while giving his backside a good smack. “Good boys don't talk like that about other people. And good boys get rewards. You want to be a good boy for me don't you Thomas?”

But Thomas got a cheeky smile on his face and wiggled his but a bit while grinding against your leg. You could feel he was getting hard in his shorts and he had made a pretty happy yelp when you smacked him. Perhaps Thomas didn't have a praise kink at all. You took every chance you could to make this easier on people but sometimes the world just didn't let you be kind.

“Cause if you don't want to be a good boy for me,” You said warningly. “That would make you a bad boy, and bad boys get punished. You aren't going to be a bad, naughty boy for master are you?”

Thomas’s eyes shot about with quick movements between you, his own butt and the crowd. Then he quite deliberately locked eyes with Tang and started growling at him, though they weren't real growls, they didn't curl his lips or make his eyes go hard and he made no attempt to escape from your arms. They were the playful growls that wolves used while teasing each other, and he kept humping your leg.

“Bad boy it is. That's going to be at least fifteen spanks for you.” You declared as you manhandled Thomas's unresisting body around to put him across your lap as you sat Indian style on on the floor. You pulled his head close to your mouth and whispered in his ear.

“Master wants this to feel good for you. Master will be sad if you don't enjoy this and you don't want master to be sad do you?” Thomas shook his head no as you spoke. “If anything ever hurts more than it feels good you tell me ‘redlight’ immediately. If you're getting worried about what is happening you tell me ‘yellow light’ and if you want me to keep doing what I'm doing you say ‘green light’ got it?”

“Yes master.” Thomas promised with a whisper of his own. “I'll tell you if it really hurts.”

That might not mean anything, it was all too easy to get a furry so submissive and pliant they lost track of their safe words. You would have to be really careful. Luckily if they got that deep into things then even real pain would still make them happy, but that was a road best avoided for everyone's sanity.

“Count them off naughty boy.” You commanded more loudly as you laid his butt across your lap and pulled his pants and underwear down to expose his naked ass. You raised your hand to shoulder height and brought it down just hard enough to sting a little.

“One.” He said simply.

“Two.” He said in the same tone.

“Three.” He almost sounded bored.

“Four.” With just a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Five.” That one got a little moan out of him.

“Six!” He lost a little bit of breath.

“Seven.” Almost sensually now as he shook his naked ass back and forth under your lingering hand. You gave him a quick squeeze before,

“Eight!” That one was yelped.

“Nine!” Now he was starting to feel it.

“Ten!” He bucked in place as your hand came down.

“Ele!- eleven.” A yelp and a moan, he almost lost his count.

“Twelve! It hurts so good, master!” He declared to the world around him.

“Thirteen. Oh yes this is just perfect!”

“Fourteen!” He was breathing hard now, you doubted he would actually cream his pants but if you had been jerking him off he probably would've by now.

“Ah master, it's so good! You're so good!” He sang as you delivered the fifteenth smack on his butt which would've turned quite red by now if it wasn't hidden by his white fur. Sadly he forgot to actually count so….

“Ah master, why did you spank me again?” Thomas begged to know in between breathy moans. “You said I would only get fifteen.”

“I told you to count them, naughty boy.” You explained reasonably enough, then brought your hand down again. “Until I hear fifteen I'm going to keep spanking you.”

“Ah!” He moaned as you spanked him again. “Ah! Master please!” And again. “Master!”

“Say it.” You ordered. Another smack and….

“Fifteen!” He finally cried and went completely limp across you.

“Good boy.” You praised as you got his shoes off and then pulled his pants and underwear off to leave him stark naked. “And I did say good boys get rewards.”

Again you manhandled his limp body around to pull his backside up towards your face. You pushed his tail aside and groped his cheeks in small circles to keep him moaning and gasping on the floor while you inspected what you were working with. His asshole looked as tight as any virgin's would but that wasn't anything you weren't used to working with. He also had a fairly decent cock and set of balls of his own. His dick had extended a good five and a half inches out of his sheath and he had maybe an inch or two thick knot forming at its base. More than enough to make any girl happy, plus his egg sized balls promised good virility in the future. Good for him, utterly meaningless for what was about to happen.

“Wow who would've thought Thomas would be such a freak!” Voices popped up from the assembled crowd. You did your best to tune them out and focus on what was important. Namely, getting your tongue through that sphincter.

“Just a few smacks to the backside and he was begging for it.” Another commented as you started rimming Thomas. Nice, slow, gentle licks around his entrance to gradually get him used to what was about to happen.

“I guess the man's inner slut came out a bit there. He was so **** to please his master.” Someone said just as you got him wet enough to try and slip your first finger in, which of course made Thomas moan some more and prompted several other people to laugh.

“I think he came from that, what a quick shot.” Crystal said. Which wasn't even true for fuck’s sake he was still way to hard to have shot a load off yet. A fact you took advantage of by licking his balls a few times to make sure he was still too blissed out to notice what people were saying.

“I think he's gonna get off from being fingered too.” Penelope piped up. “Hey Charlie, would you be so kind as to flip him over so we can see him blow his load this time?”

You flipped her the bird as you got a second finger into Thomas. With that you let Thomas fall down into your lap a bit as you reached over to your backpack with your free hand. From an easily accessible pouch on the side you removed one of the many disposable packs of lube you kept on your person. The oversized ketchup packet of gelatinous oil contained just about the perfect amount of lubricant to get a guy ready to take you. You stuck the thing under your armpit to warm it up real quick as your fingers in Thomas’s ass hooked inside him and started rubbing his prostate.

You let Thomas claw at the ground and moan with panting breaths while you steadily massaged his insides. You had taken great care not to stimulate him too much less he actually blow his load before you were ready. Orgasms were the thing that would drown out his instincts but said instincts hadn't flared up this badly just because of one spilled coffee cup. Something had been weighing on Thomas slowly building up his stress for the last few weeks at least. For whatever reason pure human cum lessened the effect of that stress. Filling up his insides with your baby batter would buy him the few weeks of calm he needed to address whatever stress had been building up for him and maybe talk to someone about it.

That was why your junk had gotten the full upgrade treatment, to make sure you blew a monstrous load deep inside anyone having an episode where it could stick around and get absorbed by their body. Unfortunately those same enhancements meant it took you a while to blow that load, much longer than Thomas was going to last. Furries generally have a short refractory period but after two or three shots he was going to start drygasming and after that he was going to get oversensitive. So best to make sure he didn't start having orgasms until after you got your dick into him.

When you heard the sound of wheels rolling down the hallway you knew your brother was finally returning with an actual bed. Thank God, you could finally get a move on. You tore open your lube packet with your teeth and started pouring the viscous oil directly into Thomas’s rectum as you propped it open with two fingers. Maybe half the packet in as deep as you could get it, about a quarter smeared over his entrance to keep it good and slippery, and the last of it you covered your own hand in. This allowed you to get a third finger into him and make sure all that lube was spread all around his colon.

“Here you go bro,” Andrew announced as he wheeled the bed into place in front of you. “One bed as desired. Now if you'll excuse me I've got to get to class.”

“Make sure to run, Lord knows you won't hear the end of it if mom finds out you were late today.” You commented as you attacked Thomas's prostate with renewed fervor, rubbing circles into it as fast and as forcefully as you could. As Thomas’s breathing picked up and his moans grew **** you grabbed his dick just above his knot and felt it pulse in your hand.

Just when Thomas finally began to cum you squeezed hard on his dick and prevented any actual jizz from making it out of him. You held on tight as Thomas rode out the waves of this **** drygasm. Finally he stopped spasming and you were able to release him. This bought you maybe a minute or two to move him about.

Shifting your feet under you, you threw Thomas over your shoulder and stood up. The man wasn't small by any means but you kept yourself in tip top shape just for this reason. Once up you lowered him gently down onto the bed. You laid him on his back since honestly you did enjoy watching someone experience pleasure and you didn't want him cumming on a sick bed. Once he was situated in place you shifted the bed to an open spot on the wall between two rows of lockers where it would be at least partially out of the way and locked the wheels in place.

Now you were ready to get down to business. You grabbed a second lube packet from your backpack and quickly chucked off your shirt and shoes. Next you dropped your pants and what little passed for your underwear. Your cock had been raging hard ever since you started kissing Thomas but luckily it had been trapped in your pants legs and so hadn't gotten in the way. Once your pants were down it sprang to full attention mesmerizing Thomas who couldn't look away as you pulled your cock sock off and exposed your fourteen inches of man meat to the air.

Now you were free to climb up onto the bed, slotting yourself between Thomas’s legs and dropping your titanic member down on top of his fairly average one. As the bell announced you were officially late to class, you tore open your second lube pack and coated every inch of your dick in as much of the oil as you could. Thomas was looking excited and eager, making half little strangled noises as if he desperately wanted to say something but was left utterly speechless by the sight of you.

“Holy fuck Charlie? How big are you?” Someone in the peanut gallery had no problem speaking up though.

“I've heard humans are always bigger but come on!”

“Is that even going to fit in him?”

“Bloody hell I’ve never seen such a monster!”

“Is it going to hurt?” Thomas asked you very softly.

“Only a little bit.” You warned. “But it will get better very quickly, and all the pleasure is going to blow your mind.”

You pulled back and lined yourself up. Well lubed head met well lubed hole. With tiny little back and forth motions you slowly pushed Thomas open, slowly working your way in a millimeter at a time. Slowly, carefully but firmly you pushed him open and then suddenly everything gave way. Once he was over your head you sank deep into him in one smooth motion. You got about half way in when Thomas’s little moans turned into a long whining squeal. You froze in place and waited for him to adjust to you.

“It's so big! It's so big!” Thomas chanted over and over again.

“And so much bigger than yours!” Penelope agreed. “How's it feel Thomas? To get taken by a real man?”

“So good! So amazing! I can't! I can't! I can't!”

“Easy now.” You encouraged him. “Easy now, just take your time love, get used to how it feels and then I'll go a little deeper.”

“You're not in all the way?!” Thomas asked in desperation.

“Not even half by the look of it.” Chelsea piped in having returned with a stain free jacket.

“Here.” You said propping up his head with an extra pillow. “You can just about see my bulge right here. You've done such a good job taking me so far. I'm certain you can handle it all.”

Thomas's eyes went wide as he saw the slight bulge of your dick that was starting to stick out right underneath his own. It was one of the other reasons you preferred your partners on their backs, the sight of them stretching around your girth always filled you with pride. He clenched up a bit at the sight of it which squeezed so wonderfully against you. It was your turn to moan when he did so. Blushing and smiling at you, Thomas rolled his ass a bit from side to side giving you a nice little massage, clearly he was enjoying it all as well as he gasped at the feeling of you inside of him and then locked his legs around your back.

Once he relaxed again you rolled your hips and pushed a little deeper into him. He made a wonderful little eep sound and so you rolled and thrust deeper still. Another thrust, another breathy moan, another flex or your hips and another inch of your dick pressed into him. Short thrust after short thrust you steadily worked your way in deeper and deeper. Finally you felt his ass press against your pelvis and you had finally bottomed out.

“See? I knew you could take me perfectly.” You praised. You ran a hand around the impression the head of your dick made just above his belly button. Thomas had both of his hands pressed to his face trying to hide the blush that had taken over. “You're doing so wonderfully for me. I fit inside you so perfectly. You're taking this dick like a champion.”

The crowd whooped at your words and added in their own two cents. “That's out Thomas, track field start and champion dick taker.”

“You were practically made for that dick man.”

“A more perfect slut Charlie’s never known.”

“One for the peacekeeper record books.”

“I'm gonna start fucking you now.” You said to Thomas as you leaned in close to give him a deep kiss and explore his mouth with your tongue. “Be sure to let me know when you're gonna cum. I would love to paint your face with it, my little slut.”

You pulled back until you were almost completely out of him and then slammed back into place. Slowly out and then right back in as deep as you could. Over and over again you hilted yourself as deep as you could go. Every time you made sure to angle yourself to slam his prostate as hard as you could. Deep slam after deep slam enjoying the wonderful tightness of his ass to its fullest.

All the while you kept his lips sealed with his own. Muzzles could be a bit awkward to kiss around but you did your best. You **** your tongue as deep as it could go, then you shifted angles to attack him from the side and pressed your tongue into the back of his throat. The sound of his deep and needy moans getting choked and drowned out as you all but gagged his mouth with your tongue was a symphony to your ears.

Gradually you picked up your pace, pulling out just a little faster and slamming all the harder. Carefully you made sure to grind into every single part of his ass that you could reach, making sure every part of him was as stimulated as it could be. Thomas desperately grasped at the sheets beneath him trying to find some purchase to ground himself but you kept drilling into him to throw his mind into pleasure and confusion.

The taunts of the crowd faded into the background. Occasionally you caught snippets of “Ride him harder!” And “Fuck him deeper!” But you paid it all no mind. Your world had shrunk down to this exquisite ass and how delightfully tight it felt around your shaft. The only other thing that drifted across your awareness in the least was how good Thomas’s mouth tasted.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Thomas swore and cursed through his increasingly bruised and swollen lips like music to your ears. “I can't- I can't- I'm gonna cum master I can't hold it back!”

You shifted up on your knees and pulled Thomas off his pillow. You almost folded him in half as you curled his stomach and started thrusting down into him instead of forward into him. His swollen cock head was now aimed right at his face as his knot fully inflated and his balls contracted. Two, three, four, five times you slammed down into him like that and finally you knocked him over the edge and he unloaded onto his own face. Maybe three or four shots of sperm shot off one right after the others. The first dribbled out onto his chest, but the second flew true and covered his face, as did the third. Thomas now has the most wonderful and cute white streaks across his face covering one of his eyes and forcing it closed.

At the same time his colon spasmed and milked your cock for all it was worth. The temptation to freeze and luxuriate in the sensation was powerful but you pressed on through it and slammed down into him time and time again. You couldn't afford to lose your own pace after all, you had to get your own load off in a timely manner. But after that you had to slow down a little, Thomas would have a brief period of oversensitivity before he passed his refractory period.

Slipping your arms under his back you briefly lifted him up and shifted your legs to sit on the bed rather than kneel on it. You pulled him up high so only the very tip of your dick was still inside him. This put his slightly cum glazed chest level with your face and allowed you to launch a new attack on his nipples. You could just barely see his two nubs standing erect and hard enough to cut glass poking through the soft white fur of his belly. You brought one close in and sealed your mouth over it, licking and nipping it through his fur.

At the same time you got your forearms under his thighs to bear his weight and started bouncing him lightly on your dick. Not the full deep thrusts you had been doing, just enough to maybe move four or five inches of your mass in and out of his ass. You made sure to keep spearing his prostate over and over again as you kept the most sensitive parts of your cock properly stimulated.

After a few minutes you switched over to his other nipple. This one you started to worry with your teeth, squeezing, pinching and pulling on it until you started hearing Thomas moan again. You looked down at his dick, his knot had deflated but it hadn't retreated into his sheath. Good he was ready to go another round.

Now you started dropping him lower and lower onto your dick working your way back into his innermost depths. Sadly this meant his chest was no longer at ideal nipple sucking height, so you started licking long strips up his chest and around the bottom of his throat. When you bottomed out again you resumed the pace that had brought him to orgasm before, bouncing him up and down on your meat like a fleshlight. All the way in and almost all the way out, bringing him down hard enough to slap against your lap. Maybe two or three dozen more bouncing thrusts like that and then you set him down on his back. Your arms were getting a little sore after all.

With him laid out on the bed, you increased your pace one again. Slamming home faster and faster you were now going maybe half again as fast as you had when he climaxed, still not the hardest pace you could set but one that felt so wonderful as Thomas completely fell apart on your dick.

The man was no longer capable of forming any words as you slammed him over and over again. His mind had all but gone blank when you brought him to climax and with everything you had done to him since he had no room in his head for any thoughts. His mouth hung open, his eyes were either crossed, rolling up into his head or briefly locking with your own in utter adoration before slipping away again. The only noise he could make were variations of half formed curses, deep and breathy moans and little high pitched squeals and eeps.

When Thomas came the second time he did so without any warning. One moment he was writing in pleasure the next his body went rigid as two quick shots of cum shot over his chest. You had been so caught up in how adorably debauched he looked that you had missed the sight of his knot inflating again. You tisked to yourself in minor annoyance, you would have loved to angle him properly to maybe get one of those shots on his face again. You still fucked him hard though his spasms but after that you really had to stop for a moment.

In your experience two shots was about all another man could manage in quick succession before the next ones came out dry. So at this point you could flip him around a bit and really start chasing your own orgasm. Taking a brief moment to run your hands over his face and chest to work his sperm into his fur, you then pulled out of him for a second. Now you flipped him over onto his chest and hiked his hips up into the air. Face down ass up as the song went and really that was the best for what you were about to do.

You spread his cheeks and lined yourself up and then immediately pushed as deep into him as you could. Thomas was going to be overstimulated for the first part of this, there was no way around it, but hopefully enough of his brains had turned to mush by now that he really shouldn't notice it. You got yourself balls deep into him as quick as you could and then resumed your brutal pace.

This time you held nothing back. This time you made no effort to angle things just right to hit his prostate every time. This time you sank as deep into him as you could, pulled back and sank right in again. You slammed down into him over and over again at a jackhammer's pace while closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation as much as you could. Your balls were bouncing on his thighs making almost as loud of a slapping noise with each hit as your pelvis did as it slammed into his ass cheeks.

“Oh God, it's almost too much.” Thomas somehow found the strength to breathe out. You put a foot on his head to bury his face in his pillow and slapped his ass a couple of times to make him clamp down on you.

Finally that blessed tightness started getting to you and you felt your orgasm approaching. Another two or three red handprints on his ass regretfully hidden by his fur and you were almost there. Everything inside that ass felt just a little bit tighter as you swelled up just ever so slighting and then finally you felt your release.

One final time you slammed down deep into that wonderful ass as you draped your body across Thomas’s back. Each of your hands found one of his nipples to clamp down on, and your face buried itself in the crook of his neck. You felt the first shot blast out of your dick, and a second later you felt Thomas spasm beneath you as his legs gave out and he collapsed on the bed. Two, three, four, five, six shots you felt leave your dick one after the other and you knew you were only beginning.

Somehow you rolled yourself around onto your own back so that Thomas was now lying on your chest. You watched as a pathetic little dribble of cum slowly oozed out of his dick, as shots eight and nine fired out of your own. Thomas’s belly had inflated from the sheer amount of spunk that filled him. The bulge of your head now looked like it was stuck in the end of a balloon as Thomas started to look like he was four months pregnant. Shots ten and eleven added another month to the bulge as did twelve and thirteen and then finally you were done.

Your cock was still raging hard of course, acting as quite the effective plug to **** all your sperm deeper and deeper into Thomas’s guts. You could easily go another round or three before you hit your own refractory period and you were somewhat tempted to just start thrusting again. But your peacekeeping work was officially done now. Thomas wouldn't be attacking anyone else today or for the next two or three weeks for that matter.

You should just stay like this until your boner softened enough for you to move on to the aftercare portion of your training.