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Skilled as he was at taking one on the chin, James was starting to wonder if his pride would ever recover from the numerous blows it had taken over the course of the year.

The timber wolf was certain that there had to be one man in the city that he could get the better of in the bedroom, but a frustrating history pointed the other direction: his dominant personality was little more than a cover, and when push came to shove, he was always the one being pushed...and at that, the one trying not to enjoy being on the receiving end of that force.

The heart wanted what it wanted, and in that regard, his heart and body were on the same page. It created a dichotomy in the lupine: a creature that wanted his chance to prove that he could be the most dominant beast in the world if he could only seize the opportunity, fighting tooth and nail against the submissive nature that he was struggling not to accept.

That frustration was coming out in long, furious grunts, and the mechanical whimper of the chest press machine told a story of a man that was plenty strong enough, at least physically, to get the job done; he still didn't understand why his heart refused to play along with something he was sure he wanted.

"Two...t-two more..." he let out another breath, setting the grips back into their holds. A clink of plates landing back in a stack caught the attention of some nearby gymgoers, some of them clearly impressed, but James didn't see anyone that looked to be a fitting target. "One more..."

He wasn't above fishing in a barrel anymore: he was going to find the easiest looking target he could.

Plenty of people go after the easy game when they need a win, he thought. Maybe that's all I need...I could be just one win away from turning this whole thing around.

Fangs gritted and chest heaving, the timber wolf tightened his grip and pumped out a final, straining rep on the machine. Fully extended arms revealed a level of musculature that even a full coat of fur couldn't hide, and a pleasant burn filled those same muscles as the machine was returned to a starting position.

Contained by a tank top that was half a size too small, James did his best to leave nothing to the imagination, but he still didn't see any parties so interested that he felt comfortable striking up a conversation, until he looked at the row of treadmills at the back.

"That mutt has been staring me down this whole time, I swear...can't tell if he's been checking me out, or if he's trying to pick a fight or something."

James was naturally defensive after being forced into the bottoming role so many times in a row, but a closer, uninterrupted look across the gym made it clear that the other canine, an African Wild Dog, wasn't looking at him with proper combat in mind.

Their eyes locked just long enough for the jogging dog to offer a wink, and James, ever hopeful, sprung right up from the bench without bothering to wipe his sweat from the leather padding.

"Just ask him what he's up to after his workout," James whispered, his already quiet voice completely drowned out by the stomping of paws on loud, mechanical belts. "Come at him with something simple and classic, get the point across, make it clear that you're the one in control...and if he takes the bait, take him out back and prove that you're still up to snuff. Easy."

It was never as easy as that, but James was the only one able to give himself a pep talk: even the last time he'd gotten one of those from a friend, he somehow ended up playing the submissive role in a sexual encounter.

This time, he wasn't taking any chances, nor giving anyone else such a perfect opportunity.

"You've been running on this thing for almost an hour," James initiated the conversation, seeing that his prey for the evening wasn't wearing any earbuds or headphones. "Might wanna give it a break, dude...or maybe try a different form of cardio?"

The wild dog never broke his stride, but his breathing was halted when he sucked in a quick breath; he couldn't help chuckling. "Okay, not the worst pick up line I've ever heard...maybe a little strong for an opening act, but still not the worst."

"Strength is what I'm all about," James bragged. "Looks like you're more worried about endurance...not that there's anything wrong with that, mind you. Plenty of areas in life where having that kind of stamina will do you well."

"Believe me, I'm aware," the man noted. "Not really one to beat around the bush, are you?"

"What do you mean?"

Eyes rolled as the spotted canine adjusted the speed on his treadmill, slowing his pace. "Don't try and play dumb with me now," he murmured. "Different kind of cardio? All kinds of jabs about endurance and stamina? I know what you're getting at, dude."

"And yet, you haven't sent me away."

"Never said I wasn't interested."

James blinked. "...Well no, y-you...you never did, did you?"

The dominant façade was broken so easily that it could have been a fluke, but James did his best to cover up that blinking reaction with a more confident grin.

"Trust me; I get hit on by guys and gals alike at this gym," the canine admitted. "Part of the reason I come here so late is that there's fewer people to worry about, but you were bold enough to take your shot with me anyway...and I respect that."

"It's an honor to have your respect," James blurted out the first thing that came to mind as the wild dog stepped down from the treadmill. "But I'd be a lot happier if I was able to have your time and company, too...maybe in the back? I hear the alley has a much nicer ambience than the locker room, this time of night."

It would have been a risky proposition to almost anyone, but there was a certain degree of confidence about the spotted canine...and unlike the front that James was trying to keep, his confidence was natural and genuine, guiding his lips into a casual grin.

"Probably has a little more privacy, too," he answered. "Name's Ash...and you can yell it as loud as you want back there."

It wasn't quite a dominant line, but certainly, it was aggressive enough to get James' attention...and his confidence, despite the easy win, was through the roof.

**

"First time trying to get someone to fuck you in an alleyway?" Ash questioned.

He wasn't doing anything to resist the weight of James' larger paws on his shoulders, even when his body landed against the brick wall. The little bit of extra force in the timber wolf's approach wasn't taken for granted, but the unnerving confidence of the wild dog was present, even then...and James didn't want there to be any questions about who was in control.

He didn't know that Ash felt exactly the same.

"As a matter of fact, it is," James admitted, snickering with a sense of arrogance that he hadn't earned yet. "Was it that obvious?'

"Honestly, yeah," Ash replied, grinning that much wider. He could already feel James losing his edge, but the spotted dog was doing his best to play the slow game, until that point. "To be fair, I've probably had sex in an alley more times than most, but when someone is so obviously in over their head-

"I'm not in over my head," James interrupted, his fangs gritting. The look of frustration that took his expression hid the fact that he was concerned about just how thick and dense the wild dog felt, compared to the smaller, slimmer body that he appeared to have...but Ash was more talented than he was letting on, when it came to deceit. "In case you hadn't noticed, you're the one pinned against a wall with a tall, thick predator breathing down your neck..."

"And what a talented predator he is," Ash teased. "Going after the easiest looking target in the gym and throwing him up against a wall...only to stop there and prove that he has no idea what to do with his capture next. Sound about right?"

James redoubled his efforts, but no matter how much harder he pushed against the smaller canine, his efforts proved meaningless: with his legs planted and his full weight against the Ash, the spotted dog had no trouble pushing himself off the old, rigid pattern of the bricks, moving James right into the center of their faux privacy.

"H-how...how did you do that?!" James barked, furious that someone smaller than him could so easily break free of what should have been an easy and total defeat. "You little...y-you...your fangs...?"

Ash wasn't able to contain his excitement any longer, but with that came the presence of longer, sharper teeth among an already devilish smile. "What's the matter? Afraid that you're not the only predator around here, James...?"

The tank top Ash came to the gym in was already straining against his body when it was a slender lie, but as his true nature came forth, a broad, thicker chest and greater muscles stretched the fabric that much further, until James could hear the cotton whimpering with unconscious effort. A single, open palm against the chest of the timber wolf was all it took to put him up against the opposite wall of the alley, and with every ounce of strength he could muster, he still found movement impossible.

"Come on, James...say something, or I might feel a little bad about what comes next..."

Height wasn't everything, and no matter how many times James was given that lesson, he continued to fall back into old, bad habits, believing that he could dominate anyone who happened to be shorter than he was.

Once again, he was being bested by a shorter man with relative ease, but this time, he was in so far over his head that he never would have guessed what kind of trouble he was in.

"There's...a lot that I could say," James paused, feeling such a pressure on his chest that he feared his sternum might shatter. "But let's start with the obvious, Ash...w-what the fuck is going on here?"

From the proper colors of warm, comforting tan, splotched with blocks of black and circles of white, a different shade was overtaking Ash, gracing his shoulders with striking bars of orange.

That would have been enough to cause a fresh panic in James, if he wasn't so busy watching the comforting blue of the canine's eyes literally burn away, overtaken by a shade of boiling blood.

"Never had sex in an alley, and never gotten in bed with a hellhound before...this is gonna be an interesting night for you, James," the demonic canine noted, his grin that much wider with that fresh knowledge. "I don't suppose you have any objection to being thrown up against the wall and having your brains fucked out? Pretty sure that's what you were going for just a minute or two ago..."

"I had no objections with doing that to you ," he specified, his frustration melting away with the incredible heat that poured from Ash's physical bodice. "Not so keen about having it done to me..."

"Bullshit."

The warmth under Ash's fingertips was such that holes were burning in the fabric of James top, but the enchanted flames spread in such a calm and casual manner that the timber wolf didn't feel any marks or burns against his flesh.

It was a breathtaking thing to see, but he didn't want to share his honest reaction; being caught off guard and losing control of the situation were sure to seal his fate.

"I brought you out here to pin you down and assert my place as the dominant personality in this gym...and that...t-that's what I'm gonna do," James suggested, but trying to talk himself up wasn't doing anything to lift the supernatural power of Ash's strength from his chest. "Just because you're a little stronger than m-

"A little?"

This time, it was Ash's turn to interrupt, but he didn't stop with that: a burst of enchanted flames leapt from the ends of his claws, torching what was left of James' outfit...and the sudden char revealed something more than that, as little, flittering bits of roasted cotton fell away from a growing, throbbing erection.

"I could break you in half a couple times without breaking a sweat, myself," Ash continued. "But that would be a vulgar waste of my power, when all I need is one paw to keep you in place...and one more to pick your legs up so that ass is a little easier for the taking."

The spots of white shifted around Ash's underbelly, moving from a host of random circles to a single valley of snow below a dark, broad chest. The horns atop his head continued to bulge from just above his eyes until they stood deadly sharp and tall, and among them, more of the orange overcoat was spreading, until it looked as though Ash had been dipped, head first, into a vat of fresh, bubbling lava.

He would have been an intimidating sight without the indomitable weight of his palm against James' chest, but as the completed, transformed package, the hellhound could have kept his new acquaintance down with a single fingertip.

"My ass is...is not easy for the taking," James stammered. "Just because you're stronger than me...y-you really think I'm just gonna let you have it?"

"You're dripping precum on my toes," Ash pointed out, his otherwise blissful grin tainted with a moment of frustration. "And I haven't even touched your cock yet...who do you think you're fooling, James? What are you even trying to prove?"

If he just had his chance, James was still convinced that he could have been the dominant canine that he believed himself to be, standing tall atop an already stacked roster of apex predators.

As easily as his legs were lifted from the asphalt below, he was starting to wonder if he'd ever get that chance.

"You wouldn't understand it," James argued, but he knew that there was no argument he could give that would overwhelm the physical evidence that his body offered up. "Trust me, you...y-you just got lucky."

"Not yet, I didn't...but I'm trying to change all that, if you'd just give me a moment."

With no clothes left to speak of, James felt that much more exposed, but his cock throbbed even harder at the disparity between them: no matter how he tried to resist the role, his mind was sinking further and further into the enjoyment of it, and his body was following suit...

...Even when Ash lifted his palm and gave James the chance to escape, the timber wolf stood completely still and watched, his eyes shamelessly following the drop of cotton fabric to the messy asphalt of the alleyway.

"Such a good little bottom," Ash teased. "Staying put and waiting for his master to be ready...has someone else already trained you to behave this well? I need to know who I should thank for all the fun I'm about to have."

For being a creature of demonic origin, Ash was still taking it easy on James: he didn't know the taller canine on a personal level, but he could tell that there was a strong, internal conflict being waged, even when the end result had already been decided.

It was a kindness of sorts that kept Ash from simply ruining the admittedly easy target, but he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to keep from doing exactly that.

"Thank yourself," James growled, his fangs gritting in a weak and pathetic display. "You're the one doing all the work and using f-fucking supernatural powers to get the better of me..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I obviously wouldn't have fallen for someone so garish if you didn't have me under some kind of spell or curse," James argued. "I've got better taste than that, and like I told you...I d-don't bottom for anyone!"

"If you weren't so cute when you were in denial about being a shameless little bitch, I'd be a lot angrier at you for making such a bold accusation...but you are that cute," Ash confessed. "Guess luck is on your side again, isn't it?"

"You and I have very different definitions of luck," James argued, wincing as his legs were picked up from the ground with supernatural ease. "...W-what...the fuck..."

"Told you that luck was on your side," Ash reiterated. "You just so happened to run into the one person in the gym who could actually pick you up, pin you against a wall and fuck your brains out; no doubt that you would have had plenty of other takers, but allow me to assure you that none of them would have been equipped for the job quite like I was..."

It was impossible for James to pretend that he wasn't enjoying himself, but he still put up a weak, ignorable protest as his legs were kicked up over Ash's shoulders. "It...y-you...it's not really fair , if you think about it," he meandered to his point. "Honestly, being able to do this because you're a demon...n-not like I would have this kind of advantage."

"Nope," Ash replied, the warm, reddened flesh of his cock standing erect and proud at the tight, secretly eager pucker of James' asshole. "Guess you're just not cut out for that line of work, kid...but at least you can still ride on top when you're a bottom, right?"

James would have put for a disgusted face, if he wasn't already biting his lip with an obvious display of delight.

"Don't worry about the lube...I've got ways to take care of that , too," Ash commented. "Just like a proper bottom to forget about warming up and getting slick before jumping right into the act...honestly, what would you even do without a guy like me to put you in your place?"

Claws raked down the bricks as James felt his body reacting to the warmth of Ash's tip, his tight, twitching entrance giving way to an easy, impressively delicate thrust and welcoming the hellhound into his bodice.

It should have hurt so much more than it did: James was sure of that, but that didn't mean that he could ignore the incredible pressure he felt from being so completely stuffed on a single pass.

"If you're...g-gonna do this to me-

"Just like you want me to."

James couldn't get a word in without being called out, but a fresh, flinging spurt of precum, cascading back over his own stomach, was greater evidence of his favor than any protest could override.

"Make whatever claims you want...b-but...if you're really gonna pin me up and fuck me like this, d-do...do you really need to be so fucking arrogant about it?"

Ash snickered, pushing up from the hip and guiding a few more inches of his length into the timber wolf, until only the front edge of his knot was waiting for a chance to know the internal warmth of James' tight, willing passage.

"I don't need to do anything, James...but if I want to do something, you'd damn well better believe that I'm going to," he declared. "And you, for your part, are doing a wonderful job of being a little tease and acting like you aren't loving every second of this; it's a real turn-on for me."

James was trying to roll his eyes, but they only made it to the top of the arc before they rolled back and stayed there: he was helpless to pretend that he wasn't enjoying himself any longer, but his first confession of pleasure was as weak and pathetic as his protests had been before.

"What else...c-can I do to make this better for you?"

Hips drove up and into the tight, but comfortable anal passage, guiding Ash a little bit deeper on each thrust and bringing him one step closer to burying the full girth of his knot into the taller canine.

They wouldn't have given pause so easily, but at those words, Ash couldn't help taking a moment to breathe; to chuckle and process the thought, as he pondered it.

"Would have been so easy to lie and say that I couldn't hear you," he explained, picking his pace right back up without skipping a beat and leaving James gasping for air once more. "To make you cry out loud and beg for it like the needy little bitch that you are...but that feels predictable, even by my standards."

If he was avoiding the classics, James really had no idea what the hellhound was planning, but he could barely form a thought to come up with a new complaint.

He was loving every second of the deep, brutal fuck...and quietly hating himself for it the whole way through.

"I think it's better to say that you can't beg," Ash continued, letting his body do more of the talking with a series of rapid passes, each one lifting the timber wolf a little higher up the wall and leaving him so completely stuffed that drawing a breath proved difficult; arguing back with the domineering hellhound would have proven impossible. "I already know the truth of your nature, James...a wimpy little shit that wants to know what it's like to be top dog for a day..."

James was trickling a full, thick trail of precum back over his own lap with such volume that it was nearly pooling, before it dripped down around his sheath and over the overfilled heft of his balls.

"...But you're never gonna know what that's like," Ash mentioned. "Certainly not if I have anything to say about it, and right now, I have a lot to say about it."

Too much to say about it, James thought, struggling to do more than whimper against the wall as he felt the powerful thrusts of a hellhound beating down against his bare ass. If there was any way I could get you to shut the hell up, that'd be wonderful...

His thoughts were the last vestige of sanctity that he had from a world that had him all figured out: in the back of his own mind, James could still pretend that he hated feeling his entire body lift as Ash pummeled him over and over again with a hot, impressive tool...that he was repulsed by the dominant grin and overt control that Ash held over his body.

He'd cling to that last thought just as helplessly as he clung to the gaps in the bricks; no matter how his mind resisted, his body was done denying itself the pleasures to be had at the behest of the skillful hellhound.

"That's it...j-just keep whimpering...whining like the needy little slut that you are..."

Ash was pushing all the right buttons the whole way through, but throwing those last few words into the mix was the final ingredient to an already elegant and blissful cocktail: one sip was more than James could rightly handle, but he'd been forced to guzzle down the whole thing, complete with the full, messy spop of a knot sinking into place and a flood of cum pouring into the depths of his stretched, ruined tailhole.

If not for the weight of that full, bulging knot, there would have been evidence of what Ash had done all over the alleyway, but their seal was so perfect that it only gave further credence to what the hellhound suggested...

...That James belonged where he was, an absolutely perfect fit for his role.

"Damn...t-that...that's one hell of a grip you've got back there...g-guess you don't just work out for show after all, do you?" he asked, turning his only compliment into a taunt of the timber wolf. "Keep squeezing it, James...hold that fucking knot like your life depends on it..."

Such sharp, deadly fangs and a sharper, narrowed glare left James wondering if his life really was on the line, but folded on himself, coated in his own precum and panting with desperation, he didn't have any say in the matter.

He could only fulfill his submissive role and look down at Ash helplessly, but he couldn't imagine looking down on the fiery canine.

"Atta boy...filling out nicely now, aren't you?

It was a volume unlike anything James had ever known, and his toned, slender tummy was showing just the slightest bump at the base of his abdomen; gush after gush of warm, soothing cum filled him out until he couldn't breathe without feeling that evidence roiling around inside of him...