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The Prisoner's Captive

An ordinary fox (Tyler) arrives home one day to see signs of breaking and entering at his home. While investigating, he quickly realizes that the wolf who broke into his house isn't a typical criminal.

Tied up with nowhere to go, Tyler is forced to endure a full night of humiliation at the hands (and feet) of a chubby canine pervert who gets sadistic pleasure making Tyler worship all the dirtiest parts of him.

Commissioned by an anonymous supporter, thank you so much for your support!

Heavy musk themes and gay non-con lewdness below; you've been warned!

[Contains: Heavy Musk, Noncon, Humiliation, Foot Worship, Rimming]

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Tyler was on his usual commute back home, idly flipping through radio stations in his car, a relatively modest sedan a few years older than the current model year. He kept the volume low as he listened, and he had just taken his exit, only a few turns away from his home at this point.

The young fox settled on a classic rock station, the guitars softly roaring from the stereo speakers in the car doors when he turned onto the street that led to his neighborhood. He continued a few blocks before a police car rushed past him in the other lane, turning on their sirens a few seconds later. The fox was startled from being suddenly overtaken but continued nonetheless, albeit with a slightly elevated heart rate. There was a large police station not too far from here, so it wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

A few turns later, he arrived at his comparatively quiet neighborhood and finally reached his street. As he pulled into his driveway, his eyes widened. His front door was open, ever so slightly. It was a mistake he'd never made before, and his heart jumped in his chest.

I wouldn't have… Right?

He considered what exactly to do as a wave of anxiety washed over him. He wasn't sure if he should call the police. If he had just made a simple mistake and called them for nothing, it would be a huge embarrassment.

The fox figured that his nerves were getting the better of him, especially considering he was just startled on the drive home. Shaking his head and reaching up, he pressed the button assigned to the garage door opener. As the heavy metal door rattled open, he backed into the garage and waited a moment, taking a look around.

Nothing was out of the ordinary here. His expensive lawn tools were still hanging from the racks he put them on, as was a spare flatscreen TV collecting dust in the corner. It certainly didn't look ransacked. Still trying to calm his nerves, Tyler took the key out of the ignition, grabbing his work backpack. He stepped out of the car and walked out of the side door of the garage, entering the house from the front to determine why his door was open.

He poked his head inside, peering into his entry. He saw his home just as he left it. Nothing was out of the ordinary as he slowly walked in and set his bag down. His couch, TV, gaming console, and framed art pieces were all still there. He sighed with relief, closing and locking the front door behind him.

All good.

He set his backpack down next to the sofa and walked forward, turning the corner into the kitchen. He approached the sink and quickly washed his paws, using some of the residual water to splash on his face. He wiped his fur off with a hand towel before turning and opening the fridge, planning to grab the last soda he'd left in there. As the door swung open, his nose twitched.

That's a weird smell… Did I leave something in the fridge? Or wait, is that… Sweat? Did I forget to put on deo-

Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. Before he could even react, a massive hand gripped the front of his face, clamping his muzzle shut and covering his nose. Tyler panicked, attempting to break free, before a large, furry arm wrapped around his torso, so thick that just the forearm was thicker than his midriff was wide. He felt a massive, albeit soft presence, press up behind him.

“Mhh-!" He attempted to scream, but the massive hand clamped down harder. He was able to get one more breath in, smelling the damp, sweaty, clammy scent of unwashed fur on the hand before his airway was forced shut, causing Tyler to panic.

The fox struggled and thrashed in vain against the chubby body behind him, all his nerves firing with a surge of adrenaline. He quickly felt his head going light from the inability to breathe, as his mouth and nose were covered. His eyelids began to droop, and he felt the fight leave his body quickly as his limbs went limp. Just as the consciousness faded, he heard a deep, husky chuckle from behind him.

Tyler slumped to the kitchen floor.

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Ugh... What an awful dream…

Tyler groggily thought to himself as he slowly came back to consciousness. He heard the sound of crickets outside and the sound of the TV. His eyes were still closed. He attempted to raise his arms and stretch but found that he wasn't able to move.

Huh?

His cloudy eyes bolted open, and he had to blink a few times to clear all of the fog from them. As his sight came into focus, he noticed two thick tree trunks right in front of him, covered in denim. Or wait…

Are those… legs?

A pit of anxiety began to open in Tyler's gut as the realization slowly set in that perhaps the previous occurrence in the kitchen wasn't a dream.

“Hey, you. You're finally awake! Gahahaha!" A deep, gruff voice laughed, coming from right above him. Tyler slowly looked up and saw a hulking gray wolf man sitting above, grinning down at him.

The fox tried to let out a scream but realized that his mouth was gagged with something, and all that came out was a muffled whimper. He tried to reach up and rip it out, but his arms were bound behind his back. In a fit of panic, he attempted to stand but found that his ankles were also bound, and he only got a few inches up off the floor before he tumbled back down, falling awkwardly on his butt, shifted awkwardly to the side.

“Hey, now. It's alright! I ain't gonna hurt ya. Heh heh…" The wolf said, still grinning down at him. He had a chubby build and wore a pale orange jumpsuit.

A prison jumpsuit…

Tyler's panicked eyes quickly scanned the room. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he breathed through his nose. He was in his living room, backed up against the corner of his sectional couch. The TV was on to the left, and the front door was straight ahead.

His eyes widened, and he attempted to scramble away towards the door. As he began to move, however, the wolf placed one of his massive footpaws, clad in a thick leather boot, down on his chest, pinning him in place under its immense weight.

“Dude! You're just gonna leave your guest all by himself at your place? Tsk tsk." He spoke teasingly while Tyler attempted to push his foot off of him, to no avail. As he effortlessly detained the bound fox, he took a deep swig from a can of soda that was sitting by him on an end table, the one that Tyler was looking forward to drinking just moments ago…

The wolf quickly shotgunned it down before crumpling the can and tossing it on the floor. Tyler's resistance paused as the aluminum clattered on the floor.

“I gotta say, I really appreciate you letting me lie low here while I'm… Between addresses. Heh heh. Your hospitality really is top-notch, man!"

This god damned psycho…

Tyler took deep breaths through his nose in an effort to calm himself, to mixed success. The wolf's leather boots smelled like they were several years old, and the worn leather added some evidence to that theory. He didn't even know prisoners were allowed to wear leather boots like that...

Tyler's focus was immediately lost when he heard the sound of the wolf's voice once more. “You mind if I get comfy, though? This thing is hot as hell…"

Tyler turned his eyes up to the intruder, who unzipped the front of his jumpsuit all the way down the front of his body, revealing a scruffy, hairy torso underneath. He was absolutely massive, sporting a huge belly and man boobs that rippled with every move he made. Continuing the same motion, almost practiced, he shoved a hand down into his crotch and fished out his thick member, letting it flop out the front of the zipper and on the couch. Like the rest of his body, his shaft was absurdly massive. Tyler's arms began to shake as he once again tried in vain to break free from the perverted canine.

The wolf took the hand he had just used to pull his cock out to his face and took a deep sniff.

“God damn! I'm ripe as hell down there, heh heh! What do you think, man?" He leaned forward, taking his boot off the fox's body, and pressed his hand down into Tyler's face, lightly covering his snout. “That gag is pretty tight, but at least ya can still breathe from your nose."

Tyler's next breath was immediately filled with the sharp, heady scent of the wolf's crotch, an overwhelmingly masculine stench that punched the back of his throat. He couldn't help but try to turn his face away, whimpering through the gag.

What the fuck? Just steal my shit and leave!

“Aw. It's not that bad, is it?" The wolf spoke with a grin. Tyler couldn't see the wolf's cock throb hard in that moment from his resistance and cries. The stranger stood up, removing his hand from the fox's face, and gripped his shoulders, pulling him up to prop the fox's back up against the foot of the couch, which put him at eye level with his flopping monster of a cock. Tyler kept trying to look away, but the wolf gripped his chin and forced him to look forward, staring right at the rapidly hardening shaft and low-hanging balls. Perhaps it was just his hyperactive senses from the stress, but in the dim light of the TV, he could swear he saw steam radiating off of the canine's ballsack.

He didn't have time to confirm this, however.

As soon as his muzzle was forced to point forward, the wolf grinded his crotch against the vulpine's face, using one hand to hold his prey in place while the other was raised behind his back, showing off his hairy armpit as he did so. He turned his face and took a sniff of his own pit musk and sighed in relief, his cock throbbing as he did so.

“Ahh… I hope you don't mind the scent! Not even the prison could force me to shower. Hopefully that's not an issue. I assume not…" He spoke as he slowly smeared his smelly dick back and forth on Tyler's snout and rubbed his balls along his tongue. “Since you've been just so accommodating, foxy."

The stench was nearly unbearable. Tyler had never smelt anything this overpowering in his life, having been a pretty tidy person up to this point. He was being dragged against his will to a new low, forced to inhale the dick stank of this disgusting stranger while he teabagged his mouth. The taste was sharp and quickly spread across his tongue, lingering in the roof of his mouth even after his balls were no longer present.

The wolf chuckled, and Tyler could feel the wolf's cock throb hard. He was seemingly enjoying every second of this, and the fox could feel sticky lines of precum now being dragged across his face, getting smeared into his fur by the slimy, sweaty cock. “Little souvenir for ya…"

This is so fucking humiliating… If you're going to kill me, just kill me.

The wolf pulled his member away and scratched his chin, finally lowering his arm. He turned around, and just when Tyler thought he might catch a break, the wolf bent over with a smirk and pulled the top of the jumpsuit down from his shoulders, peeling it off his body down to his legs, revealing his fat, jiggling ass.

Wait. No. I changed my mind. Not like this…!

With a perverted grin on his face, the prisoner pushed his ass back right into Tyler's face, grinding his swampy taint right into his nose. His face was sandwiched between the massive wolf ass and the couch cushions behind him. Tyler did his best to hold his breath but eventually was forced to inhale, getting a lungful of intense wolf stank that made his eyes water.

He fucking reeks…!

The wolf swayed his hips back and forth teasingly, making the fox's face wag along with it, and pushed his ass back, smearing his canine ass scent right into his fur, marking him.

“Heh. If my pits smelled that bad, good luck getting that out of your fur." He teased with a cruel smile.

Tyler wanted to scream, but even if he could through the gag, it would probably just be muffled by the massive dumptruck that his face was buried in. He tried to breathe in as little as possible, but he wasn't sure which was making his head spin more; the lack of oxygen or the intense musk steaming from under the prisoner's tail.

He felt the sweat stick and cling to his fur, and his hair was tossed into a mess as the wolf pushed his face back and forth. As much as Tyler didn't want to think about it, he realized the wolf was right. That scent wasn't getting washed out any time soon.

This ass is a fucking warcrime…!

The fox bit down hard on the gag, trying to bear through it. His torture dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Each breath filled his lungs more and more with the raw, filthy essence of unwashed man stink, and he felt his head get even lighter, his body tingling and becoming numb.

Just as Tyler felt like he was going to pass out again, the wolf stood up and stepped forward, giving the fox some much-needed fresh air. The relief was instant, and Tyler felt like he had just walked out of a sauna he had been locked in for hours.

“See? That wasn't so bad. Now, where's your bathroom? I gotta take a leak. Be grateful I'm using your bathroom. Wouldn't wanna make a mess on these fancy carpets of yours." He spoke, turning back to look at Tyler. The fox was a disheveled mess, his fur completely unkempt and damp with canine ass sweat, and his hair a complete mess. The gag was soaked all the way through with drool, and his torso rose and fell heavily as he attempted to catch his breath. He looked like a pitiful mess.

“Oh. Right. Well uh, I'll just find it myself. Stay put, buddy." He spoke with a mock, friendly smile.

The prisoner walked off, bumbling around the hallway and checking random doors. When Tyler heard the bathroom door click shut, he immediately began trying to break free from his binds, rubbing his wrists back and forth in an attempt to undo the knot in whatever material the restraint was made out of. His eyes narrowed in focus, and he was able to find a way to get one of the strands to loosen just a little bit.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes…

He continued, trying to continue the motion, feeling the knot become just a bit looser, though not free just yet. Tyler heard the toilet flush, and the door immediately open.

Of course he didn't wash his hands. Ugh… C'mon…

The heavy footsteps approached, and the wolf returned, rounding the corner from the hallway. The knot still wasn't loose.

No, no no! Fuck! So close…

Tyler immediately stopped his attempt at escape, fearful of what might happen should he be caught trying to escape. He lowered his eyes, trying to avoid looking at his captor.

“D'awh. Just how I left ya. Such a good boy." He spoke with two headpats at the end to accentuate his praise. “And since you've been such a good boy, I figure I might give you a little reward."

Oh god…

Tyler closed his eyes and braced for whatever was going to come next. He heard the wolf step closer and lean over him. Tyler was shocked when he felt the makeshift gag loosen and then fall out of his mouth, hanging loosely around his neck. The fabric was soaked at the bit where it rested in his maw, and his tongue felt dry. He closed his mouth. His cheeks were sore from being gagged for so long.

“Now, don't make me regret this. If you make any noise, I can't guarantee you'll find the consequences worth it, you understand?" The wolf explained. Tyler rapidly nodded, electing not to test his newfound privileges. “Good. And on top of that…"

The wolf kneeled and suddenly untied Tyler's wrists. Before he could get too excited, however, the wolf used the same binds (one of his towels, the fox realized) to tie them again, this time in front of his torso instead of behind.

“That should be a bit more comfortable for ya. Don't want you to cramp up now. That'd be real bad, heh heh." He spoke.

Cramps would be the furthest from the worst thing you've made me experience…

The fox had to bite his tongue to keep from retorting.

The wolf sighed deeply and walked around Tyler, flopping down on the couch and stretching his arms along the back of it. Tyler once again dared hope he would catch a break. This hope would immediately turn out to be foolish.

He raised his boot-clad feet and rested them down on top of Tyler's stomach. The fox stared at them silently before looking up in confusion. The wolf only grinned.

“And as if I wasn't nice enough, I'm also giving you the honor of cleaning my feet! It was a long walk here, so they're pretty tired. You've got enough slack to do that, right?" he asked with a chuckle. Tyler slowly looked back down at the worn leather boots. His hands did not move.

“Well? What's the issue, foxy? Get to untying!" He barked as he reached over to the armrest and grabbed the remote for the TV, turning up the volume of the show he was watching.

This won't be so bad… He had his smelly ass in my face, this is easy in comparison, right?

Tyler began to obey, slowly unlacing one of the boots. He felt it loosen, and he hesitated a moment before dragging it off of the wolf's foot. The intense smell of wolf sweat immediately hit his nose again, an aura of damp heat radiating off of his filthy, sweaty sock. Tyler's ears immediately flattened in disgust.

God damn it…

“Don't let that stank go to waste! Sniff!" The wolf ordered with a grin, pressing the boot against his face, forcing his muzzle into it. Tyler obliged, taking a deep sniff of the old leather, making him cough, muffled inside the boot's thick leather.

Satisfied, the wolf laughed loudly before pulling the boot away. He began idly channel surfing, paging through channels lazily. He pushed his foot out and stretched his toes, pressing them right up against Tyler's snout, forcing him to inhale his stench.

“I don't wanna hear ya breathing through your mouth down there. Huff those nasty paws, fox!" He ordered with a grin on his face, his eyes still forward. Tyler once again obeyed, taking deep breaths of the sock, the foot stank circulating through his lungs and making his head spin. He just managed to untie the other boot with his hands. As soon as he did, the other foot slid up his chest and pressed firmly on his throat while the other still rubbed against his face.

“Good boy."

The wolf knelt down, still with his eyes on the screen, and peeled off the sock on one of his paws. It took a bit of effort, as the damp fabric was stuck to his fur slightly. Tyler stared on as he peeled the first off and then raised, switched, and removed the other before immediately pressing them back to where they were before. The scent was all the more powerful, no longer confined in socks, and Tyler felt the bare toe pads rub against his nose and mouth. He could feel the sweat seep into his own fur where it pinned his neck.

“This was how things typically worked back in the hole I was in, you know." He explained as he smeared his dirty foot stank all over Tyler's face. “And you should act more like the prisoner that you are, haha!"

Tyler didn't comment or do anything other than exactly what the wolf requested of him. He hated himself for not attempting further to resist or escape. As the dirty paws were shoved into his face and rubbed all over his neck and body, he ruminated on what exactly he did to deserve this. All things considered, though, it was just his feet. It could certainly be worse.

Maybe it's not s-

“On your knees." The wolf barked, his tone sounding much more serious suddenly. Tyler flinched, and after a brief pause, he obeyed, awkwardly shuffling forward so that he was on his knees in front of the wolf. “Back in the hole, I had a slut just like you who did this for me. Since he's not here, you'll have to do his job for him. I've been doing the work for you up to this point, but now it's your turn."

He raised his foot and splayed his toes right in the fox's face. The fur on them was damp with sweat.

“Take a good look, fox. This is your God, now. Understand?" He ordered, with a sadistic grin on his face. Tyler nodded in submission, fearful of what might happen should he disagree. “Good. Now get to work. Worship your God. Sniff."

He held his foot up in the air in front of him, forcing Tyler to take the initiative. Gathering as much courage as he could, he leaned forward, pressing his nose right into his sole, and took a deep sniff, the intense scent fogging his brain yet again. As he exhaled, he felt his toes gently tap the top of his nose.

“Again." he was ordered.

Tyler took another deep sniff before exhaling, his tongue falling from his mouth and panting hard. The smell was vile, and he didn't know how much more he could take of this.

“Good boy." the wolf praised. “Kiss it. Show how much you love it."

Tyler immediately obeyed, giving a kiss to the smelly foot and pulling away slowly. Before he had time to recover, he was given another order. “Lick."

He hesitated for a split second, every cell in his body wanting to get away from the vile paw, but he swallowed down the trepidation and gave a deep lick from bottom to top of the paw, the taste fully covering his tongue and lingering on his breath.

“Good boy." The wolf praised once more before switching out his feet and shoving his other foot into his face. “Again. Sniff."

The fox felt a pit of despair grow in his belly as he was given order after order, repeating the same sequence of commands for the other footpaw, but he did his best to obey to the letter. After another round of worship, the orders began to loop, paws alternating every time.

“Sniff. Kiss. Lick. Again…" The wolf's more dominant voice growled. “Sniff. Kiss. Lick. Again…"

Sniff… Kiss… Lick… Again….

Tyler lost track of time as the worship continued, but there came a point where the wolf stopped giving commands. Tyler didn't notice. He continued to loop through his orders, alternating between the feet and even picking up the wolf's paws for him to do it. The next order he received hit him like a smack to the face, shattering his mental haze.

“Stop."

The fox froze. His eyes slowly came back into focus. He had the wolf's paws in his hands, his fingers pressed deep in a massage, and his tongue was partially sticking out of his muzzle as he was about to go in for another lick. He slowly looked up at his captor, who had a sly grin on his face.

“You took to that way faster than I thought you would. Good boy." He said, with a bit of his playful tone coming back to his voice. “Take a break." He ordered, pressing his foot into the fox's face and pushing with enough force to put the fox back down on his back.

He returned to rubbing against his face and throat with his feet again like they were before the forced worship section. The rubbing continued for a while longer, the wolf seemingly putting his attention primarily on the TV. Tyler's mind still felt hazy, however, and he had no idea what had come over him earlier. His brain seemed to have gone on autopilot.

What the fuck is wrong with me…

Tyler's train of thought derailed as he heard the sound of fabric rustling. The wolf had removed the top half of his jumpsuit again so that it was tied around his waist, and he once again fished his cock out. It was still hard as a rock and dribbling precum. He smirked and gripped his rod with his fist and began to slowly get himself off.

“It's been too long since I was able to do this without a bunch of dudes bitching about the smell. So nice to have a proper musk slut. Fuck…" He groaned as he jerked himself off. Tyler tried not to show the disdain on his face, not that it would be seen beneath all the smelly wolf paw between them anyways.

“God, you look so pathetic, tied up and covered with my feet… I'll bet you hate every second, huh? Playing along for me… Or maybe not… Maybe you actually liked it…" The wolf teased with a grin, the sound of his jerking getting louder, his own pre enough to lubricate him. “Disgusting fox slut… Subjected to all my filthy stank, without any choice in the matter… I'll bet down the line you'll end up missing it… Loving it… You filthy, nasty fox f-" The wolf trailed off in his degradation, biting his lip and shaking the couch by rutting his hips up into his fist.

The sound of his masturbation was loud, the wet, slick noises coming from his now-soaked fist filling the room and rivaling the volume of the TV. Tyler could see drips of his pre oozing down onto the couch cushions, already soaked with sweat stains. He cringed, trying to think about how he'd ever get the stains or the smell out…

The wolf continued edging himself, clearly having a hell of a time, fucking his fist and letting his filthy musk envelop the entire room. Tyler felt the footpaws clench down on his muzzle, his claws gently scraping the top of his snout. The wolf raised one of his arms and took a deep sniff of his armpit before his maw hung open, and his tongue hung out.

“Fuuuuuck…~!" He groaned out in pleasure, rutting his hand as he finally began to shoot his load, the first torrent of cum oozing down his paws and quickly dripping down onto Tyler's couch. The next shot went nearly vertical, painting his body and belly. The footpaw he placed on Tyler's face quickly slid off and down onto the floor as he stood up, still jerking hard and grunting in the midst of his orgasm. He pointed his tip down and shot about three more thick spurts of heady wolf cum across the fox's face, still holding him down with his other foot on his throat. Tyler closed one of his eyes and tried not to whimper as he received his facial, his muscles tensing and breathing becoming short as the pressure on his throat increased.

“Such a good little fox slut… Fuck…" The wolf spat out between heavy breaths, the last few bits of cum now dribbling down from his tip and dripping down onto Tyler's shirt and chest. The two were quiet for a few seconds as the wolf caught his breath, the TV still on and filling some of the silence. He was still pressing his foot down roughly on Tyler's throat.

Tyler slowly felt the cum ooze down his face, dripping from his hair and stringing across his ears. He tried not to think about it too much, but he had to keep one of his eyes closed as it began to trickle down around his brow.

That should be it, right? He's gonna leave…

After catching his breath for about a minute, the wolf slowly removed his foot from the fox's throat before standing up and squatting next to him. He grabbed the two dirty socks that he removed earlier and balled them into one. Without speaking, he gripped the sides of Tyler's muzzle, prying it open with his thumb and forefinger on either side, before roughly stuffing his muzzle with the socks.

“Mhh!" Tyler cried out in surprise as he was gagged again, the filthy, sweaty taste immediately spreading across his tongue.

“Tell me more, foxy…" The wolf teased as he continued working, untying the fox's hands yet again, grabbing one of his boots, and forcing the fox down on his hands and knees. He stood behind him, straddling the fox like a horse before shoving his gagged muzzle into the boot.

How is he still going? How… Why?

“W…Wh..?" Tyler tried to speak, but as he did, the wolf grinned and pulled the boot back, forcing his muzzle deeper, his nose pressed against the damp sole of the boot. With a practiced motion, he used the thick laces of the boot to tie around the back of Tyler's head, keeping his nose buried in the heavy, leathery, sweaty stench.

“There we go. Good boy. That's a good look for you." The wolf said, sitting back down on the couch. He yawned deeply and rested his paws down on Tyler's back, using him as a footrest. He felt the strain on his muscles immediately.

So… Heavy…

The fox's eyes were half closed, staring up in exhaustion. His hair and fur were covered in wolf spunk, and his brain was beginning to go numb from all of the anxiety, humiliation, and raw man stank he'd been subjected to. Each breath he took filled his lungs with more and more of the same potent paw stench, and he felt his eyes get heavier and heavier. After a while, under the weight of the heavy wolf paws and the droning sound of the TV, Tyler began to nod off. His muscles began to shake, and he felt his body crumble under the weight.

I… I give up…

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When Tyler slowly began to wake up again, he noticed his mouth was no longer gagged, but the saliva-soaked socks were now lazily draped over his face. Similarly, his hands were no longer bound to the reeking old boot. Before he had time to process, he was once again greeted by a reeking pair of footpaws rubbing against his face.

“Rise and shine." the wolf chuckled as he tossed Tyler over his shoulder. The fox's eyes widened, and he thought of resisting but once again decided against it.

He was able to glance out the window and see that it was still dark out, but the horizon was just beginning to lighten up, the first signs of sunrise. Other than that, the wolf had changed his clothes, no longer wearing the jumpsuit, but had donned Tyler's loosest shirt and pair of sweatpants, both of which were still notably small on him.

“Ngh… Please tell me I'm dreaming…" Tyler weakly said. He felt the fur on his face flake slightly, and some of his hair clumped crustily together with dried cum. He already knew the answer to his question.

“Nope. You ain't dreamin'. We're just getting started, foxy." He said with the usual teasing tone in his voice as he carried Tyler through the kitchen and to the garage. Tyler's car was already unlocked, and the trunk was open. He noticed that the wolf had put two of his suitcases in the back seat, along with most of the contents of his pantry and fridge.

He put Tyler down and handed him a crumpled mass of orange fabric, his old jumpsuit.

“Your new uniform. Put it on."

Tyler, still half asleep, obeyed, slipping on the sweat-stained prisoner's outfit. Just as he finished, the wolf pushed him back and shoved him into the trunk. The fox was hardly phased anymore. He only stared up blankly.

“Where are we goi-"

His question was cut off as the wolf's dirty socks were instantly shoved back into his mouth.

“There we go. I decided I'm keeping you as a pet. And pets aren't supposed to talk, after all. We'll have a nice long trip together, foxy. Heheh." The wolf spoke, grinning down at him before once again using his leather boots and cramming one down onto the fox's muzzle. “A gift for the ride. Should help keep you entertained!" He said as he slammed the trunk shut, leaving Tyler in the dark.

“See you soon!" He spoke as he patted the top of the trunk and walked away, presumably to the front of the car.

The movement of the driver's door opening and shutting rattled the trunk slightly, and Tyler felt the car's suspension sink to the left as the wolf sat in the driver's seat.

As the ignition started and Tyler began to ponder where the hell he went so wrong in his life, he noticed something. Since he had been awake with the lingering scent and taste of wolf filth on his face, he noticed that his cock had been rock hard. Morning wood was normal for any man, but it had stayed hard all through being carried through the house and being shoved into the trunk.

He tried hard not to think about what that meant. Really hard. But as he heard the garage open and the car began moving, he couldn't deny certain creeping feelings beginning to take shape in his mind. With his limbs bound, a filthy pair of the wolf's socks shoved in his mouth, and boot on his muzzle, Tyler did his best to relax and get ready for the long ride ahead.

Fucking hell…