The sabretooth glances around, grinning as he turns the corner, his arm sliding around the burly wolf's neck as they move into the darker alleyway. "Yeah, I know," he replies, pushing him backwards behind a dumpster and out of sight. "Those strippers aren't allowed to fuck the johns, though."

The wolf glances furtively over the cover, checking nobody is within earshot, then lets out a loud moan and a quiet howl as he's backed up against the wall, the bass of the dance club vibrating through the bricks and against his back. He unzips his jacket and fumbles with the blue-collar shirt, revealing his grey-furred chest. "Awww, yeah, gawd I know, I KNOW!" he nearly whines,
"They'll come up to you and tease you... Gawd, getchya all hard and whimpering, then as soon as you're out of dollars they're out of your lap!  Ohh, I think my nuts are gonna explode!"

The tall lupine is stocky; broad-shouldered with powerful limbs and chest, but he's not very toned: his body is rounded and sodded, like a high school athlete a few years out of the game. Perhaps this explains why he was hanging around in the strip club.

Sydion mmms, grinning, enjoying the scent on the wolf - the regular one, as well as the light spritz of perfume the dancer marked the wolf's neck with as he left: the tag to do what he wants with the older man. His paws move to the thick chest, pressing and stroking along it, palms pushing his shirt and jacket back until it hangs from his elbows, baring the broad shoulders."And such a big stud. Don't worry, though, I don't charge." His knee slips up, to ease between the wolf's legs and nudging those thick beefy thighs apart.

The older wolf moans, panting as the cat's fingers comb thick chest fur, the drinks also working to cloud his mind and drive his lust.  "G-good," he whimpers as his body is caressed, "because I'm b-broke." His shirt is eased down, and he breathes heavily as the cat grinds his balls with his knee. They're huge, like plums in his pants, and his sheath is rock hard, fit to burst his denims' fly.  "I've never been with a cat before," he says, looking down at the toned body, and he puts his hands unsteadily on the cat's slim hips. "Always thought you felines... didn't like us wolves..."

Sydion takes a step back, his hips sliding from the wolf's paws as the shirt and jacket restrain them. Feline paws lift from the chest until just his fingertips remain, then he probes and traces his way downwards. "We have our reservations, but when it comes down to it, a male is a male, right? And you are definitely male."

He winks and settles down on his knees, reaching between the wolf's thighs, not grabbing his crotch but grasping the loose middle of the shirt and jacket, then twisting and twisting. It acts like a winch, pulling the wolf's elbows behind his back. "You don't mind if I keep you from grabbing me, do you? I kinda prefer to be in control."

The bulky wolf whurfs, and rolls his shoulders as his arms are drawn back. "Umm, sure'kay... you're gonna, give me a blow-job, right?" he says, uncertainty in his voice. "I mean, no offence, but I'm really not into bein' fucked, and it'd be hard for me to get into your ass, without grabbing you..."  He gyrates his hips, the thick scent of lupine masculinity emanating from his jeans.

Sydion ties a metal cable once around the knotted jacket and shirt, tying the wolf against the wall. The bass is still pumping. With his arms pulled down, the wolf's hips are arched forward, putting him off-balance. "Mmm, that's the plan. You like your blow-jobs hard or soft, stud?" His paws are moving again, cupping up against the bulge of the wolf's nuts through his jeans, grinding up into them. The other undoes the zipper, then the button, and traces the bulge of his shaft, grabbing it, rolling it, stroking along it. He works those jeans open and reaches with both paws to cram around the bulk of cock and nuts, tugging both out into the open.

The big wolf moans and grinds his hips forward, those heavy balls rolling out of his fly. "Aww, gawd!  H-hard please... I don't think I'm gonna last long either way!" His thick cock is nine inches high already, his knot not yet inflated. "Oh, Wanda," he moans, the name of the high-school slut who used to suck him off after every game.

Sydion's ears perk: before even touching that cock, he's playing with the balls, idly tying a soft ribbon around the sac, up high. "Mm, did you like it when Wanda played with your nuts?" Before the wolf can answer, the cat's mouth is sliding down over the end of that thick hard cock, lips and tongue leeching on and slurping up the drooling pre. His muzzle around the thick tube complements the warm petting his fingers are giving those swollen nuts.
So nice and fat and ripe.

"Yeah!" the wolf moans at the fondling of his overstuffed testicles!  "Aww, yeah! Yeah, I loved it when she'd play with'm. Sh-she'd tell me I was the biggest stud on the team. She'd always say my balls with the biggest and heaviest. I always like it when she said that!  Made me feel important. Aww gawd, and it turned me on so much I'd always give her a big load!  Yeah... just like that. Aww I love the way you're playin' with 'em!" He whimpers and thrusts his thick penis up into the cat's muzzle, only the sharp teeth tempering his need. "NNf!  Not..gonna last long like this!" he whines, his plump, seed-crammed testicles lifting up and pulling to his groin; his knot begins to swell as that mouth embraces his dick.

Sydion's fingers tug and pull and stroke those fat balls downwards, incessantly grinning, lifting from the wolf's cock when his knot starts to inflate. "Yeah... I like big nuts like these." He tightens the ribbon subtly, pausing until he judges the wolf is accustomed to it, then tightening more, forcing blood down into the tight sac. He lightly flicks and pats them, and instead of sucking, he licks: a hard nine inch warm popsicle, tongue rasping in that way cat tongues do, scraping away all that dead skin and wolf smeg that coats the shaft, polishing it: long, slow, leisurely licks.

The wolf tosses his head back, balls feeling as if they'll burst as the ribbon constricts, and he whines  "Ohhh... WANDA!" He groans, as the cat licks his long, thick penis, pre bubbling from the top as his knot swells. His balls so taut and heavy with all that blood trapped inside, he jerks his hips and thrashes his head!  "Wanda! Wanda... Ohh God, I'm gonna CUM!"

Sydion pulls back again, watching the wolf's organ throb and pulse, tight and hard in the air, his fingers noosing and tugging those nuts down firmly. He reaches under the dumpster with his free paw and flicks open a butterfly knife. "Oooh, ya stud.. you gonna hold off for me? Just a bit?" If he can't, thesabretooth knows just how to undo the mess the wolf's about to make.

The wolf whimpers!  "I...c-c-an't hold it for longggg!" he wines, his penis leaking pre rapidly, his testicles throbbing and jumping..."Please finish me soon!" Sydion grins up, watching the muscular body tremble, enjoying the view of the wolf's thick, virile set, his masculinity bared and ripe for the taking. "Aaaaaall right. Heh, bet you've never felt this before."

He leans in, and his lips slurp in the wolf's balls, sliding up from underneath and sucking, tugging and drawing them between his teeth, sweet and deep into his muzzle. His fingertip moves to the slick cock and he strokes it, nice and agonisingly slow. Close as the wolf is, he thinks that should be enough. He counts to five, and then presents a new sensation: something pushing just under that tight ribbon, up above the wolf's balls, behind them.

He sucks on the wolf's nuts tightly, his tongue crushing them captive against the roof of his mouth as his knife saws inwards through the sac, his other paw stroking that hard fat cock.

The wolf moans and howls as the cat draws his heavy sac into his mouth and caresses his shaft, and sure enough he starts thrusting wildly with his hips, bucking against the wall, his foot-paws slipping on the ground as he looses control and just thrusts. He's dimly aware of a new pressure on his nut-sac from behind, then suddenly he SCREAMS as he feels that knife slicing off his ripe family jewels!  His penis is already pumping, but his eyes bulge and his tongue hangs from his mouth as the cat castrates him, cutting his testicles off right into his mouth while he jerks him off! Sydion goes slow until the wolf's cock jerks, and that first thick spurt travels up the length of it, and the wolf starts screaming. It's a fat sac anyway, he judges, and he starts sawing at it.
 
The wolf experiences a dizzying rush of senations, seconds drawn thin to minutes: that spurt sliding deliciously up his dick, gushing through his tip, as has happened so many times in his life, the impressive warm streak on his bare chest; the cat's teeth sinking into his sac, holding him still while the knife chews its bloody way through to the other side of his ballsack, severed testicles lost forever. The cat's paw still stroking.

The bulky wolf lets out a strangled cry as his orgasm just stops, what would normally be a torrent of pent-up semen aborts after just one spurt, the wolf in a horrified state of shock as the source of his seed is sawn off into a tiger's mouth. His stomach drops, and his eyes leak tears; the sudden draining effect of his orgasm and the ghastly realisation leave him weak, and his legs tremble, his knees buckle, and he collapses to the ground with an inchoate yell.

He curls up, his thighs clenched together. "Ahhhh!" he cries, a big dog reduced to a whimpering puppy.  "What... what did you!?!" Realisation. "Ohh, gawd, my BALLS!  My nuts, you... you fixed me!"

Sydion reaches in, fishing the balls from his muzzle, a nice, fat pair - he had trouble not biting into them: they stretched the back of his jaw quite nicely. "Well, fuck, man, what can I say? A job's a job. Ya shouldn't have been grabbing that stripper if you couldn't afford it." He winks, redoing the knife, stuffing it into his pocket, and he pets the castrated wolf's sweaty forehead, stroking the fuzz back. "Heh heh. Thanks though: it was fun."

He swings the useless sac this way and that, batting the wolf around the muzzle and against his brow, tea-bagging him with his own set. "If you hurry, mebbe you can scrape that jiz there on your chest into a bitch, and get some kids. Maybe not." He stands up and leaves, humming a jaunty tune.