Cobbie grinned as he packed his pair of leather briefs in his suitcase, on top of other clothes. The cobra stud was a fairly unorganized traveller, tossing stuff in his luggage on a whim and buying whatever else was needed at the airport, or at his destination. This time, though, he was travelling for business, meaning he was trying to put a little more effort. Just a little more. The whole Team Muscle crew had came back from Australia just a few weeks ago, and they were already on the verge of leaving again, this time to Africa. Egypt, to be exact.

The muscular black snake stopped his motions when he heard an annoyed throat-rasping coming from his bedroom door. Turning around, he saw Razak standing there, the twinkish blue wolf dressed in a purple thong, with matching sleeves and garters. He was also wearing a displeased face. “Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked, walking in the bedroom. The girly wolf, the only non-stud regular model at TM, obviously had something bothering him. The cobra hissed, himself just wearing a pair of loose jeans. “Stripes’ at the office. Something on your mind?”

Cobbie faked ignorance. He knew exactly why the wolf was pissed. He wasn’t on the Africa roster. The zebra had decided to go with local twinks instead. It saved on the airfare, and increased the website’s variety and network. Razak didn’t like it. He was way too far in every single member of TM’s pants to think he would sometimes not be invited. “Hot twinks have such massive egos,” the snake thought, oblivious to the irony of such thought coming from him.

“I’m supposed to just fuck around at home for a week while you guys are in Egypt, getting it on with hot exotic studs? Come on!” the blue wolf whined, making the snake roll his eyes. “The scripts are already done. Stripes wanted some more local meat. Plus you’re already on the Asia roster, so stop complaining. Chance is not making it and you don’t hear him bitch about it.”

Cobbie had known Stripes for over ten years, and he was the only guy he respected as much as he respected himself, which was a big deal. He knew that Stripes was the smart, hard-working one, and the way he ran his successful business was all up to him. He didn’t like the girly wolf getting such an attitude over the matter. Stepping up, he towered over the much smaller male, gripping his hair tightly, making him tilt his head back. He let off a satisfied hiss as the gesture of dominance caused the twink to let off a semi-excited gasp. “Listen here. You’re not Stripes’ boss. You’re not anyone’s boss. You’re the bitch who’s hot enough to be featured on the reels. The only argument you have is “fuck my ass, stud”. Don’t go around acting like you run the show.”

As he spoke, the cobra had kept pulling back on Razak’s long hair, slowly forcing him to his knees. The submissive bitchwolf’s thong was already tenting from his arousal, sparkled every time a stud showed his strength and dominance. He panted softly as the snake released him, starting to unzip his jeans before his face, soon pulling out his monster-sized black meat, stroking it before his face. The boy’s nostrils flared with the virile snake’s musk, leaning close. The best way to shut Razak up was still to shove a dick in his face, Cobbie noticed, with exactly no surprise at all.

The wolf engulfed and started sucking on that hot black cock, stroking his delicate paw along the thick 13 inches, murring everytime he felt the cobra buck his hips, pull on his hair or call him a filthy name. He was soon deepthroating the whole black cock, feeling it throb low down his neck. The buff snake didn’t let him go too far in his blowjob, pulling him up and tossing him on the bed, manhandling him onto all fours. The wolf spread his legs and lifted his tail, feeling his thong being pulled down and shed off his legs, his tight, pink hole exposed for the cobra to fuck. Holding the blue cheeks spread with a paw and guiding his fat dick with the other, Cobbie was within minutes balls deep in the twink, combining their pornstar skills in the most efficient way possible, getting to the rough ass-pounding in record time. Cobbie forced the twink flat-chested into the mattress, drilling his ass deep and wide open. After a few minutes he casually lifted him and switched positions, flopping on his back with the pup riding him reverse cowgirl. He gripped another fistful of well-conditioned purple hair, pulling it back, making the wolf whimper as he kept riding that enormous black cock up and down.

“Fuck yeah… Remember this is your place, bitch… We fuck you, and the only words I wanna hear is “thank you”, go it?” Cobbie said, feeling the wolf nod quickly as he moaned, impaling his slutty ass on the serpent’s mighty shaft, his own red cock desperately hard and bobbing, every touch on his prostate making him dribble precum over himself. The wolf loved the zebra very much, but there was something about the cobra’s attitude that made his whole body alive with pleasure. After just a few more thrusts the wolf was moaning loudly, his balls contracting, long white ropes of cum blasting from his cock, all over his own crotch and the snake’s thighs. He panted, still feeling the black-scaled paws holding his hips, maintaining him in place as the muscled stud dicked his ass hard from underneath. The cobra came without a warning, just a deep sigh of pleasure as he emptied his huge nuts in the wolf’s ass, messing him up nicely, making sure to drain himself in the tight ass.

“Allright, get off, I need to finish packing,” Cobbie dismissively said after flopping back on the bed. The blue wolf, now a little sweaty and disheveled, kept riding the softening shaft a little more before leaning forward, perking his rear, letting the sake have a very nice view of his cocktip popping out of the stretched hole, followed by an abundant flow of seed that messed up his scaled crotch. “Ah… on second thought, clean up the mess first,” he corrected himself, pointing at his cum-stained abs. The wolf obeyed, of course, using his tongue to lap every drop of potent sperm from the snake’s eight-pack, murring. “Mmh, sure I can’t come? We can fuck in the plane again…” the wolf said, looking up at Cobbie with his best sex eyes. The snake grinned, shaking his head some. “You can do your little number to Stripes… Just remember that this is his business, and not your personal sexual travel agency, ok?”

The wolf wasn’t satisfied when he left, but he didn’t whine. The snake finished up his luggage, before picking up his cellphone, texting Stripes. “Raz is gonna try to sexually blackmail you, stay strong or get your wallet out.”