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"Fuck you!" The wolf growled. He struggled against the arm keeping him still, but the bondage he had been subjected to left him very little room to do so. He felt a prickle on his neck, which confirmed his fears and bolstered his anger, and then his assailant pulled away.

"There we go," the other wolf said with a smirk. He brought up the now empty syringe and tapped at it playfully, showing it off.

Dean got worried. He knew he was in a bad, bad situation, but being injected with something? That was fucking low. Low even for a fucking Bloodhowler.

"What the fuck did you put in me?!" Dean asked with a growl. The wolf showed his teeth and tried to keep his ears upright, even if he knew that any chance of intimidation was out the window with the way he was bound...

He had woken up like that. In that very crappy bed in that tiny, crude concrete room. Dean should have known that getting wasted and passing out in a club that was technically Bloodhowler gang territory was a bad idea for a proud Spade like him, but their gang had been pushing the Bloodhowlers back to their dirty corner in the city more and more lately. They were showing them who were the alpha wolves that ruled the underworld, putting them in their fucking places, yet now...

"Feelin' it yet?" The other wolf asked. Dean didn't know his name, but the crude and lame Bloodhowler logo jacket he wore had given away where he was from the moment the captured wolf woke up.

"Fuck. You!" Dean spat. He literally spat towards the other wolf, who jumped to the side to dodge it with a mocking laugh. Dean growled, then regretted spitting as a strand of drool ran down the side of his muzzle and, well, it fell on his own fur. He tried to reflexively bring a paw up to wipe it, but he couldn't. Of course he couldn't. As Dean looked down at himself, he felt his ears grow hot with embarrassment all over again.

They had bound him in that bizarre way while he was still passed out. Leather wrist and ankle cuffs had been put on him, then they had bent him over in a way that only a flexible wolf could manage. Folding him over himself, they had placed belts connecting his ankle cuffs behind his head and keeping him from pulling away. His legs had been shoved from under his arms and his wrist cuffs connected to another belt around his thighs. More belts, straps and other crap around his legs made sure that, when Dean woke up, he couldn't unfold himself no matter how much hard he struggled to do so.

And the worst part? They had left him fucking naked as well! Dean was forced to stare down at his own sheath. The way he was bound, his head was stuck facing his own junk. It made him wish he had bathed more often as the smell of his own balls was part of what woke him up in the first place. Well, that and the ache on his back from being stuck in such an uncomfortable position.

"Still feisty I see," the other wolf said. How that fucking smirk annoyed Dean! "Trust me, that won't last very long. Soon you're gonna be a whimpering, docile lil' needy pup."

Dean looked up at the other wolf to growl again. He tried to hide his anxiety. He was a Spade after all! He couldn't make his gang look weak.

"What the fuck are you gonna do to me with all of this?! Let me fucking go!" To make his point, Dean struggled against those infernal bonds again, but to no avail.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" The Bloodhowler hummed playfully. "We had a big discussion, you know. After finding a stupid Spade passed out and with his knot stuck to a cheap whore in one of our clubs, we had a whole meeting on what to do with you."

The other wolf approached. Dean growled at him and showed his teeth as a warning. He wanted nothing more than to bite that fucker even if it felt impossible in his unusual position. As he growled, however, he found himself having trouble doing so. His growling got interrupted by a need to pant. His breathing quickened and Dean shifted with discomfort. He felt... hot inside. Very hot. Had it always been so damn hot in that tiny room?

"Some of them wanted to just beat you up. Deliver a bloody pulp of a wolf to the Spades' nest. Some of them wanted a more... personal treatment." The Bloodhowler grinned. As he approached the bed, the fucker placed a hand on Dean's forcefully exposed rear. His fingers caressed it for a moment, then trailed more towards his taint, where other things were forcefully exposed as well, much to Dean's shame...

"Don't you fuckin' touch me!" Dean yelled. He lunged forward to try to bite that hand, but the other wolf pulled it back just in time with a chuckle. Dean growled, a deep, guttural growl of genuine anger, but it didn't last for long. He couldn't keep it up. Dean's tongue hung out of his muzzle as he kept panting. Fuck, it was hot.

He was sure something was wrong. Whatever that fucker had injected him with was working. His heart was racing, his body felt as hot as a volcano and he was having trouble thinking straight. Dean fought it. He kept his eyes on that other wolf, wary of what he would do next, but as he kept talking, he found that he had trouble even processing what he was saying. He missed some parts of it.

"...almost fought. In the end, though, the boss had the final say. When he threw in his idea of what to do with you, everyone approved it right away."

Dean blinked. He saw that fucking wolf smirking at him, then he lost focus for a moment. He blinked again and, he hadn't noticed when, but the wolf had stepped away from him. Dean looked around and saw him at the corner of the room pulling something closer to them. A suitcase. One of those big ones for traveling with wheels and everything.

"...will be this..." the other wolf said. There were more things being said, but they felt like a blur to Dean. He kept blinking, trying to stay focused, but it was so damn hard. The wolf opened the suitcase. He couldn't see what was inside of it. Dean felt worried. What could it be? Torture instruments?!

Dean felt confused, but that wasn't the only thing he was feeling. Panting and barely able to think, the bound wolf smelled something new. He looked down at his own sheath to confirm what his nose told him instinctively. From his sheath, his member grew. The pink tip only peaked at first, but soon the wolf's member grew larger, engorged by the heat he felt inside him. It was as if he was burning, as if a bonfire had been lit at his very core and, as his cock grew red, veins around its smooth surface started to show.

His cock bumped against his own nose. Dean tried to pull back for a moment only to be stopped by the leather strap behind his head keeping it down. The canine member's pointy tip poked at his nose and, as he looked at it, his foggy mind only registered the heat he was feeling as how incredibly horny he was. He didn't know why, but as he stared at his own cock already at full mast and throbbing in front of him, he knew he had never felt that horny before.

In the back of his mind, something still tried to put reason into everything. There was a reason why he was feeling this horny, but he couldn't quite remember what it could be. Why did it matter, though? All Dean knew was that he was horny. Very, very, very horny. Incredibly horny. A bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his throbbing length, right in front of his eyes. Bent over as he was, his hard cock was pressed right against the side of his muzzle. He could smell himself and, most of all, he could see and feel how even his knot was already growing. It grew inside his sheath, bulging it, and soon it started to feel uncomfortable for the wolf.

Dean groaned in that horny haze. His paws tried to move towards his cock. He ached to touch it and, when he was horny, his mind knew that his usual reaction was to jerk off, but when he tried to get his paws near it, he couldn't. He tugged and pulled at the bindings around his wrists, too distracted by his own arousal to figure out and remember why he couldn't bring his paws up to his cock, but it frustrated him. Dean groaned again and whined in frustration. His knot had grown large now and it felt trapped and constricted inside his bulging sheath...

Suddenly, a hand appeared within Dean's field of vision. It grabbed at his sheath and pulled it back, thankfully freeing the wolf's knot from it and exposing the whole of his red, throbbing cock. Dean opened a small, dreamy smile of satisfaction over how good it felt. He saw his own tail wagging in appreciation against the bed in front of him as a natural reaction to how he felt. That hand pulled away. Distracted as he was, Dean wasn't sure how much time passed before it returned, but when it did, it was with a black, rubbery ring held between its fingers. Dean's lazy eyes followed the arm's length to look up at the other wolf.

The Bloodhowler smirked down at him. As he stared up at the other wolf, Dean's mind said something again. A sense of urgency washed over him for a split second, but it was at the very back of his mind. The bound wolf tensed up just for a moment, but he couldn't quite grasp why he should be worried even as he stared up at the other wolf grinning down at him.

"Now you're really feeling it," he said. "We're almost done. Now this..."

The other wolf's other hand came to join the first. It grabbed at the base of Dean's cock and, as it did, the only thing Dean could possibly do was moan.

Dean's memory was nothing but fog at that point, but even without being able to recall anything in particular, he knew for sure that never before had his member felt so sensitive to touch as it was at that moment. When that hand grabbed at his knot just to keep it still, barely even squeezing it, pre-cum appeared from the tip of the wolf's desperate cock to start running down his length. Even that little droplet going over the surface of his cock made the wolf whine with need. He was so horny. So horny! Dean panted, his hands tugging softly against the bindings again still unable to understand properly why they couldn't reach his cock. He wanted to reach it so bad. It was right there, next to his muzzle, yet he couldn't reach it!

The other wolf grabbed at his balls as well. Dean groaned as he worked, opening the black ring he had been holding and then enveloping both the bound wolf's cock and balls with it. It resulted in his furry nuts being pulled forward along with his cock and, when the other wolf closed the ring around them and tightened it with a click, Dean could feel its pressure at the base of both of them. It kept them constricted and on display.

"There we go. With that, you won't go soft even if the drug somehow wears off. Really doubt that with the dose I'm giving you, though." The other wolf chuckled.

Dean looked up at him, but he wasn't even listening to what he was saying. The bound wolf whined and kept trying helplessly to reach for his cock with his hands. He was just so horny. He needed the relief, he really did. His cock throbbed next to his muzzle, the smell of musk increasing as he continued to idly drool pre-cum. When Dean moved his head a little, his cold nose bumped against the surface of his member and that alone made him moan all over again...

"Aww, what's wrong? Is there something you want?"

Even in his haze, Dean could recognize a mocking tone coming from the wolf, but he was too out of it to care about it. He only cared about one thing, which is why he whined in need again.

"Let me guess... You want some help?"

Dean looked up at the other wolf. He opened his muzzle to say something, but even forming words was hard at his state. He looked at his cock though and tried to reach it in vain once more.

"Aww... isn't that too bad? The lil' pup can't reach it..."

There it was. The mockery was back. Dean heard it and just folded his ears back. The bound wolf whined and struggled, not only with his hands this time, but moving his feet, his head, anything to get out of the uncomfortable, awkward position he was somehow stuck in. The belts didn't yield, though. He could see his own toes curling next to his head folded over himself as he was.

"Well, there's one thing you can do..." the other wolf started again. Dean stopped and looked up at him just in time to see him approaching.

The other wolf grabbed the base of his cock again. Dean moaned as it was held firmly in place, then pointed up towards the wolf's own muzzle. His own cock slapped his face with that motion, which made Dean groan and the other wolf laugh.

Another hand then grabbed at the fur over his head. The wolf held it with his other harm in a rather painful grip and pulled at it, forcing Dean to whine whimper yet again and pull his head back to follow as best as he could. The tip of his cock brushed against the side of his lips, smearing his own pre-cum there and making Dean frown reflexively. The pulled back position had his head pushing against the belt connecting his ankles and straining the bound position he was in.

"Now, open your muzzle wide," the other wolf instructed.

Dean's eyes looked at him to see him smirk. He opened his muzzle, not to follow the hazy instructions, but simply in confusion, and that was enough for the Bloodhowler.

In a single, swift motion, Dean's head was shoved down onto his own cock. The wolf gagged as the tip of his member pressed against his throat and, in sheer reflex, Dean tried to pull back even in the haze he was in, but even though the hand holding the fur of his head had loosened up, the strap connecting his legs keeping his head down didn't quite give enough leave for him to pull back from his cock all the way with ease.

Despite the discomfort of having his large tool taking up all the space inside his muzzle, the jolts of pleasure his own tongue gave him were undeniable. After that first natural reflex of not wanting to have his own cock shoved inside his muzzle, Dean's hazy mind and desperately horny thoughts started to shift. It was uncomfortable. Everything was uncomfortable but at the same time...

"Mmfmmm..." Dean groaned even with his muzzle full of cock. The other wolf laughed. When Dean looked up, there was a phone pointed at him and the sound of pictures being taken. His mind registered that and that far away sense of urgency returned, but the taste of salty pre-cum coming to his tongue distracted him. That and the warm feeling of his own breath washing over his length and knot as he groaned.

"Mmmggh..." Dean groaned again. He hated having his cock inside his muzzle. ...Didn't he? As he tried to speak even with his hazy mind barely able to form proper thoughts, his tongue passively swiped over his own length. It felt amazing. His cock throbbed inside his muzzle, more pre-cum came over his own tongue. Dean had never sucked cock before and he had never expected he would ever suck his own, but he was so horny. So horny...

"Doesn't it feel good?" The other wolf asked with a laugh. "That's what all of you Spades should be doing. Just sit around lapping at your own dicks."

"Mmmfff..." Dean groaned. He wasn't listening. He was too horny. His tongue started swirling over his own length more often. His lips closed around his cock, suckling at it and reveling in how good it felt even if the salty taste of pre-cum kept making him flinch. His hands still wiggled every now and then trying to reach for his own member, but with his own tongue, at least he had some stimulation. He was so, so horny...

The sound of pictures being taken kept coming. From the corner of his eyes, Dean saw the wolf taking pictures of him from different angles, but that no longer mattered. The hornier he felt, the more Dean focused on just sucking. The wet sounds of his mindless slurping filled the room. Each time his own tongue swept over the surface of his cock, the wolf felt jolts of pleasure coursing through his body from his groin. It felt so sensitive, he needed it so badly! His knot had grown to full size at the base of his member, pulling his sheath back completely. How Dean wished he could squeeze it!

With how horny he was, Dean didn't feel so far from shooting. The consequences of that didn't register to him. All he knew was that the pleasure his body felt was rising and he wanted it to reach its peak- no, he needed that peak. His body still felt like a freaking volcano of heat, his balls churning with seed, and he felt a compulsive need to expel it.

"This is fucking rich," the other wolf said. "It really was the best fucking idea. Now, why don't I help you so we can move on?"

Dean ignored him. He kept sucking and licking his own member, groaning with pleasure as he did. The other wolf might as well not exist anymore. His pleasure was rising. The bound wolf squirmed in his bounds, muzzle bobbing ever so slightly in an awkward fashion over his member to suck it better.

And then that paw came over his head again. At first, Dean still ignored it. He was too focused on his own pleasure, on his own needs. Those clawed fingers scratched behind his ears demeaningly at first while the wolf laughed, then the grip on his head tightened.

"Here... I'll help."

As he said that, the other wolf shoved his head down. Dean interrupted his pleasant sucking to gag again as he was suddenly forced down on his cock harder. He was forced to bend over himself yet a little more to take on more of his length. His cock took over more of his muzzle, going uncomfortably deep into it.

"Hmmghgff!" Dean sputtered, but the other wolf didn't care.

"Yeah, take it, you fucking Spade, take it. That's what you guys are good for! Taking cock! C'mon, you can do it!" With his taunts, the other wolf laughed again and pushed the bound wolf down even further.

Dean whined. He was shoved down his own cock further and, soon enough, he had the entirety of his length inside his maw save for his knot. His lips and teeth were kissing the large bulb of flesh as he struggled to accommodate his whole length in his muzzle. His tongue had no room to move anywhere and, even as he moaned, he could feel it caressing his own length. God, he had never been so horny before. The pleasure mixed in with the discomfort of his position and won. As the other wolf kept him down, he couldn't deny it. It kept rising and rising.

"You like it? That what you wanted, ain't it? Huh?" The Bloodhowler kept taunting. "How about that knot? Huh?"

The wolf's other paw came within Dean's field of vision again. While still holding the wolf down hard onto his own cock, the wolf's other paw poked at his throbbing knot in a teasing manner. That was enough to make Dean let out a muffled moan again. His cock kept pulsing inside his maw, the drug-induced pleasure overwhelming him. He couldn't take it. He kept moaning and whining, both at once, and even the reverberation of the sounds he made were felt on his pulsing length. Pre-cum was now coming to the base of his tongue and constantly. Dean felt closer and closer...

"Well, guess what, Spade? You're gonna be taking the knot as well. Won't that be fucking fun?"

There was another laugh. Dean was too out of it to know what that meant, but he felt the wolf's paw start pushing his head down again. Dean grunted, his sharp front teeth bumping against his swollen knot in an uncomfortable way. Yet the other wolf kept pushing. The knot was too big! It would never fit! Yet, to avoid the discomfort of his teeth prickling him, Dean in his haze opened his muzzle wider. Wider and wider, as wide as he could, and the other wolf kept insisting and pushing him down.

It still didn't fit, though. Each push made Dean's whole head move. His cock grinding against his tongue, the pleasure rising. He moaned, his pleasure growing and growing. His tongue instinctively started moving again, his knot growing even larger as his peak approached. It was inevitable. Dean moaned louder as he felt it coming. His balls pulled up, his cock started throbbing and pulsing inside his maw...

"You're gonna... TAKE IT!" The wolf yelled. He started pushing him down harder. Dean whined in discomfort, his teeth still prickling his knot, but it was those very prickles that pushed him over the edge. In a split second, that volcano inside him, that heat... it intensified. It all became a pleasure unlike any he had ever seen. His aching back, his awkward position, nothing mattered. The whole world became centered on his cock as pleasure radiated from him when it pulsed in an impending orgasm.

"Mmmmffffhhh..." Dean groaned out loud. To the wolf lost in lust, it was a surprise when the first strong spurt of wolf seed came straight into his own muzzle. He sputtered, feeling his muzzle filled with warm jizz all of a sudden. Some specks of it flew down towards his own balls, some of it ran down the sides of his muzzle to mat his fur, but none of that mattered. There was too much pleasure.

Pleasure like he never felt before. His whole body relaxed as his orgasm took over. Dean was forced to take another mouthful of wolf seed, then another and another as his cock kept shooting into his own maw, but even though he didn't like that, it still didn't matter. His tongue moved from his own moaning, caressing his length as he cummed and then, all of a sudden...

The grip on his head tightened and the other wolf pushed him down again. Harder than before and in an unrelenting manner. Dean groaned, his muzzle pressed against his knot hard again, except this time, relaxed as he was and midway through his orgasm, his muzzle was forced to spread open extra wide, his teeth grazing his oversensitive knot mid-orgasm, making him grunt and groan, and in a sudden pop... it went through.

Dean's muzzle was able to relax some once his teeth had made it past his knot, but his cock, still shooting his own seed, made him gag as it now shot it almost straight into his throat. The wolf was forced to swallow it. A loud gulp, followed by another, but for the bound wolf it was all just too overwhelming. The feeling of his own tongue and the warmth of his muzzle around his knot during his orgasm was heavenly. Dean let out more muffled moans and groans even as his overburdened muzzle was filled up with even more of his own seed.

His knot grew yet a bit larger, engorging to full size in what would usually be a tie. The other wolf's hand loosened the grip on his head after a while, but it changed nothing. The wolf's orgasm continued all the way through into his own muzzle until, finally, it started receding. The last spurts of cum came to the base of Dean's tongue as his pleasure started to ebb down.

With his orgasm subsiding, all that remained was the salty taste and sticky texture of his own seed coating the entirety of his muzzle. The taste lingered, for he had swallowed several mouthfuls of it. After the orgasm, Dean's tongue over his own cock felt a little uncomfortable due to oversensitivity and the relief of his horniness let the wolf have enough clarity to realize that the hand over his head was gone. And yet...

"Mmmff..." Dean groaned. He tried to pull back from his cock, but he couldn't. His teeth prickled the back of his oversensitive knot in a way that made him tear up from how uncomfortable it felt. His knot had grown too big after he came. It would need to deflate...

"Mmmmfggg?!"

As clarity returned, little by little, the fact that he was sucking his own cock registered for Dean. Not only sucking it but stuck on it. A touch on his ankles made him look up just in time to see the other wolf, which he had forgotten was there, tighten the belt that connected his ankles together in a way that connected them with the belt around his tights. Suddenly, Dean felt his feet pulled down, forcing him to fold over himself even further and keeping his head pressed harder against his own cock and knot.

"HMMFGH!" Dean complained. He could barely breathe! He had to breath through his nose, but he was so deep onto his cock that it was pretty much pressed against the fur of his own balls. His own musk filled his nostrils, but there was nothing he could do about it. The wolf stubbornly tried to pull back from his cock a few more times before realizing it was impossible for the time being.

"Comfy?" The Bloodhowler asked. He pulled his phone again and aimed it right at Dean's face. The bound wolf's eyes went wide, his ears folding back in deep embarrassment as he heard the clicks of pictures being made.

"MMMFGH!" He complained again, but the other wolf took his time with his pictures before he put the phone away.

"Don't worry. You won't be minding this for very long."

The Bloodhowler smiled down at him. He turned around, leaving Dean's vision for a moment, then he returned with another syringe. It was filled with the same liquid from before, except that, while Dean remembered that the first syringe had only a little of it, this one was entirely full.

"Hmmgh!" Dean tried to say. He shook his head, but bound and stuck to his own cock as he was, there was no contest this time. He couldn't do anything to keep the other wolf from carefully prickling at his neck and injecting the whole thing into him.

"There we go. This should keep you happy and productive during the trip. It should last all the way until the show and then some."

Dean looked at the Bloodhowler with an expression of mixed anger and confusion. He couldn't even ask! Trying to form words meant slobbering over his own cock...

"As I said, don't worry. You'll be too busy enjoying yourself to care." The wolf said with a wink. "But since you asked, or want to ask, I'll tell you what we're gonna do."

Again, the Bloodhowler stepped away, and then when he returned he hoisted the suitcase from before up onto the crude bed Dean was on. The traveling suitcase was on the large side, but it didn't look too heavy. Dean's eyes shifted to it with fear of what could be inside as the Bloodhowler unzipped it, opening the wide front of it to reveal...

...Nothing. At least nothing Dean could see. He couldn't move his head to get a better look, but from what he could see, the suitcase seemed to be empty.

"We're gonna send the Spades' headquarters a little gift," the Bloodhowler explained. "A gift that shows them what we think of them. Can you guess what the gift will be?"

Dean was confused for a moment. A lot of things were going over the wolf's head. What did the fucking Bloodhowler mean? What was he gonna do? And not only that, but Dean could feel the heat inside his body growing again. The room was starting to feel unbearably hot, just like before, and his cock inside his own muzzle was losing its sensitivity. His breathing over it was already starting to feel better than it should. Dean tried to fight the pleasure, the drug, but he wasn't sure he was going to be able to do it for long.

"C'mon," the other wolf continued. The Bloodhowler lanes over the bound wolf and his arms came under him. Dean was still confused until he felt his folded-over body hoisted up, then dragged towards the suitcase. It was just large enough, even if barely. Dean felt its texture against his back as he was placed inside it...

"Hmmgh?! HMMGHF!" The wolf complained. Realization of what was going to happen finally hit him. Dean struggled, fighting against the tight bonds keeping him in that position, but the struggle only made him tug with his teeth against his own knot, to shake his muzzle around his own cock that was just starting to heat up.

"There there, don't worry! As I said, you won't even mind the trip. I'm gonna poke some holes on it to let you breathe, although things might still get a little musky in there."

The Bloodhowler laughed. Dean kept struggling, but the heat was taking over. The effort of struggling made his breathing heavier. It was hard to do it with his cock and knot in his muzzle. He breathed in deep, his own scent filling his nose. His cock felt sensitive. As sensitive as before. No, even more sensitive. He tried to speak, but he couldn't, and his tongue... God, his tongue felt absolutely great.

Without realizing it, Dean started suckling at his own cock again. Just caressing it with his tongue. The pleasure was so high.

The suitcase's flap was thrown over him. Things got darker. Clinging his thoughts. Dean tried to say something again, to struggle a little more, although he was having a hard time focusing again. The zipper started closing around him, cutting off the light and pressing the suitcase against his head and feet. The Bloodhowler closed the suitcase all the way. It was tight in there and, in his position, the suitcase pressed his feet and head against his cock even more. His tongue caressed it. He felt the need rising, but this time he could sate it. His tail wagged slightly at the thought, but then he reprimanded himself for thinking that. The pleasure, though... the pleasure was so high...

A few holes were poked through the suitcase's fabric on top of it. Little beams of light made it through that, but other than that, Dean could only hear the muffled sounds of steps outside. The wolf's whole world rocked when the suitcase was pulled from the bed, but each shake of it had him rocking his muzzle over his cock. It felt so good.

Dean heard voices from outside, but soon they started to fade. Everything started to fade. His only focus was his cock, his need, which grew exponentially by the second. Before long, Dean's tail started wagging inside the suitcase for just how good it felt to caress his own cock with his tongue. And, better yet, he could even reach his knot. When he suckled at it, it felt heavenly...

The sound of muffled moans was discreet from inside the suitcase. To Dean, it was hard to even take account of time as he succumbed to the hazy of lust and pleasure once more.

It was impossible to tell how much time passed. To Dean, the only thing he would remember was that he was at his fifth orgasm, his cock tired but the pleasure still so very high. Then, a burst of light caught him off-guard as he voraciously sucked his cock to feel that high pleasure for the sixth time. Glancing up, Dean only let out a loose smile at the shocked face of his own gang members, then he went back to focusing on what really mattered for the time being. Pleasure.