Under Lock and Key
NOTE: under 18's or those who offend easily should not read this fic. You have been warned.
*Wags tail sheepishly*
Greetings yall!
This is my first ever yiffy story, so please keep that in mind when reading and don't judge me too harshly. Hehe.
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Right enough talk, enough hype! Lets get to the fic!
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Under Lock and Key
Callum tripped over a rogue tree root sticking out from the ground, stumbling but just managing to keep on his feet, taking a moment to compose himself and try and catch his breath before setting off again as fast as he could. He had been running at full pelt for a long time now and his breath was short, his heart racing, each lungful of air burning like acid but he couldn't stop running. He knew what would happen if he was caught.
Panting hard, Callum finally stopped as he neared the very edge of the clearing, leaning against a tree trunk for support as he gasped for air, his forehead beading with sweat. The backs of his legs stung from the harsh treatment they had received, and his eyes continually flicked from side to side, ears perked up for the slightest sound. Nothing but silence greeted him, but he knew that wouldn't last long. With a grunt, Callum bent his knees and rested against the tree, hoping for a few moments rest before he had to set off again.
Callum's white fur was in stark contrast to the greens and browns of the leaves and dirt surrounding him. He was just over six foot in height, without a trace of puppy fat on his slim frame. His claws were sharp but well looked after, dirt caking the insides from stumbling over on several occasions in his flight for freedom. His bare feet pads ached, and he swore under his breathe for not having the foresight to grab a pair of shoes beforehand. It would have saved him a lot of pain.
The young dog was dressed in an ill-fitting jacket, at least two sizes too big for him, and a pair of black jeans that clung to his legs tightly, highlighting every twitching muscle. The jacket, whilst big and clunky, did have its advantages. It was keeping him warm against the biting chill of the night air, and concealed the small pistol he had on him, just in the case the need arose.
He had come close to using it on several occasions in the last few hours. Callum had only just escaped from the maximum-security prison he had been held in for the past four months, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure he didn't go back. He wasn't weak in any sense of the word, his slightly muscular frame and sharp claws were proof of that, but he knew his limits. He wasn't one to walk into a confrontation he had no chance of winning, but neither would he back down if he was challenged. At 19, he had managed to ensure through a vigorous training regime of weekend weight lifting down the gym that he was one dog you didn't want to mess with.
Despite this, when confronted with over a dozen armed canine police officers wielding batons and pepper spray, Callum hadn't hesitated to run as fast and as far away as he could. He didn't know why so many cops were after him. It wasn't as if he was a mass murderer or anything. But he surmised that jewel theft and serial breaking and entering were still high on the list of serious crimes, and that if he were caught they wouldn't hesitate to make that perfectly clear to him.
He didn't know where he was. All he knew was that he had for the moment left his pursuers behind. That at least was something to be proud of. He flashed a smile to himself as he got back to his feet, pushing aside a low hanging branch and almost bursting into a fit of laughter at what he saw on the other side. A road. Perfect. All he had to do was flag down a passing car, and soon he would be further away from his pursuers with them being none the wiser. He'd make the rest of the way back home on foot if necessary, collect a few basic necessities, and be gone again before anyone knew he was there. What could be simpler?
Callum stood there, paws at his side, as he stepped onto the cold tarmac, which sent a shiver up his leg. He tried to calm the pounding of his temples as he shook his head, glancing from side to side for any sign of an approaching car, ears still perked up for any sounds of an approaching threat. His eyes squinted as a pair of approaching headlights momentarily blinded him, and he took a step back as he was confronted by a large black Mercedes that came to a halt in front of him, catching a glimpse of his disheveled reflection in the tinted driver side window. The window lowered slowly, and Callum found himself staring into the face of the driver, a gray furred wolf wearing a pair of dark shades. Callum found this odd considering it was the middle of the night, but he wasn't going to say anything that might jeopardize his escape.
The wolf flashed him a toothy smile as he lowered his shades, revealing a pair of emerald green eyes that locked directly onto his own blue pair. "Need a ride boy?"
Callum was momentarily distracted by the wolfs eyes. They were simply gorgeous to look at, and seemed to examine every inch of him through that single solid stare. He licked over his suddenly dry lips.
"Uhm...yeah. As far as you're going" Callum stammered. He was taken aback at how nervous he suddenly felt, and mentally scolded himself for being so. It was just an average wolf, and besides he had a gun just in case things should turn ugly.
The wolf flashed him another grin, and Callum noted the sparkle of a gold fang alongside the perfectly polished white teeth. The driver pointed to the passenger side seat. "Hop in then".
Callum didn't need to be told twice, jogging over to the door and climbing inside quickly. He had barely shut the door before the Mercedes started to move again. Callum fastened his seatbelt and sat back into the leather-backed seat, noting the heavy smell of the upholstery as well as from the overhanging pine air freshener. He glanced an eye outside, but seeing only rolling trees and fences as the Mercedes sped down the narrow country lane.
There was silence inside the car for what seemed like forever, and Callum began to feel a pang of nervousness. He was surprised at the driver's lack of questions as to who he was and where he was heading. Surely you didn't go round picking up strangers without at least asking them their name, especially in his case. For all the wolf knew, Callum could have been a violent serial killer, and yet he just kept his eyes directly on the road in front on him, only pausing to switch gears whilst still ignoring his passenger. The silence was finally broken when Callum cleared his throat unknowingly, and the wolf cast an eye in his direction.
"Cold night to be wandering around on your own," he chuckled, flashing his gold fang again. "Never know what might happen to you out here, you know".
Callum noted the amused edge in the wolfs voice, and he felt his tail curl up behind him.
"Yeah, I suppose so". Callum replied, trying not to show the wolf how nervously he was actually becoming.
The driver cast his gaze down to the ill-fitting clothing he was wearing, one eyebrow raised slightly. "Funny taste in clothes you have there, boy. That the style then these days?"
Callum almost wanted to laugh, but it would have been a timid chuckle. This guy was acting so cool, not even apparently bothered at the heavy smell of dirt that must have been clinging to the dog like a rash. Callum swore to himself for not thinking about cleaning himself up before hitching a ride, but at the moment it didn't appear that he needed to bother.
The wolf took a deep intake of breath and cast his eyes back to the windscreen. "Been doing a lot of running then, have we?"
Callum looked up suddenly at the tone of voice the wolf had asked him in. "I'm sorry?"
"You smell as if you've just done a marathon through the English countryside, and you're sweating" the wolf smiled, reaching a paw to his muzzle to scratch at his nose.
Callum's eyes narrowed. This guy was starting to really tick him off now with his attitude. What business was it of his to know where he had been? And the way he had spoke in that almost accusing tone. Did he know? Could he know? Callum felt his fingers tense around the left side of his jacket, feeling the bulge of the pistol in his pocket.
The wolf's eyes flicked in his direction again, and Callum felt the car decelerate slightly as he removed a gloved paw from the wheel and reached round near Callum's legs for the dash draw handle. Callum tensed up slightly as the wolfs fingers brushed against his leg, feeling him through the tight material.
"Don't mind if I put some music on do you boy? I don't really like one sided conversations"
Callum moved his legs back slightly as the wolf fished out a cd case from the draw, once again brushing his knee and leg as he pulled it out. The wolf removed the cd from the case and slid it inside the music player that illuminated the car interior with a pale blue light. At the same time, the wolf twisted the temperature dial hard to the right, raising the heat inside. As the cd started up to a tune Callum didn't recognize, he felt the car speed back up as the wolf turned his attention back to the road, but continually glancing in his direction as if waiting for something.
Before long, the increase in heat began to affect Callum. He felt perspiration begin to form on his forehead and the heavy jacket began to feel uncomfortable on him quickly. The wolf however seemed completely at ease with it, his gray fur remaining glossy and shiny in the dim light of the interior. Callum licked his lips and cleared his throat. "Do you mind if I open a window? It's getting a bit stuffy in here"
The wolf shook his head. "Sorry boy. Switch is broken. Why, can't stand a little heat can we?" he smirked with an almost mocking tone of voice.
Callum frowned and turned his face away. The heat was now becoming uncomfortable, so he reached down and began to unbutton the jacket, feeling the wolfs eyes on him as every button popped open. He finally got it off and shrugged it off his shoulders, revealing a thin white shirt underneath that was now damp with sweat. He made sure to make it that the pocket concealing the gun was still in easy reach of his paw as he swept a finger round his collar to try to cool himself.
The wolf's tongue flicked out around his lips at the dogs little peepshow, scanning down Callum's lithe frame and eyeing every line of muscle underneath. His fingers tensed against the steering wheel as his arousal grew.
Callum noticed another smell inside the car now, the faintest hint of male musk. He flicked a glance at the wolf, scanning down and flinching back slightly at the obvious bulge in the front of the driver's pants, clearly outlined through the black material. He inhaled silently, feeling suddenly very exposed to the wolf's lingering stare.
"You okay over there, boy?" the wolf asked in a low tone, the smile on his muzzle apparently a now permanent feature.
Callum tensed up against the leather seat, the scent of musk tickling his nostrils in the heavy environment of the interior, a thin line of sweat trickling down his muzzle. "No...I mean...yes. I'm fine" he swallowed to wet the back of his throat. "Where abouts are we now?"
The wolf shrugged. "God knows. I stopped paying attention ages ago, as soon as you showed up in fact" he flashed his fangs, looking vicious and sharp to the trembling dog beside him.
Callum wiped his brow, the heat beginning to make him feel tired and sleepy. Or maybe it was the fatigue finally catching up to him. Either way, he would be damned before he let himself fall asleep inside this car. God knows what would happen.
The wolf moved a paw towards Callum's knee, fingers flexing in the thick material of the gloves he was wearing. Callum watched as he placed a single finger on the top of his knee, stroking along it with a delicate touch.
"What are you doing?" Callum felt himself tense as the finger moved up along his leg, feeling through the thin material of his jeans.
The wolf chuckled audibly. "Admiring the view"
Callum didn't know what to do. His seatbelt felt like it was pinning him against the seat, stopping him from reacting against the feathery touch of the wolfs finger as it trailed up his leg towards his thigh. He knew he was attractive, but in no way did he feel that he was attracted to other males. Only once had he done it with another guy, whilst he was locked up. And that had only been to prove his dominance over the gobby prick that had tried to ambush him in the showers. This was something else completely, a situation that he was completely helpless against, trapped in the thick heat and heavy scent of musk and air freshener.
Callum let out a soft whimper as the wolf's finger reached the outline of his groin, circling round it in an almost ticklish fashion, doing everything he could to arouse the dog. It worked, and Callum let out a slight groan as he felt himself thickening under the soft touch.
The wolf smirked as he felt the growing bulge under his finger, loving the control he had over the dog and the way he was able to force out a groan from the trembling canine. He applied more pressure onto the growing bulge, his other paw still on the steering wheel.
Callum had had enough. No way was he going to let this torture continue. He cracked open his eyes and felt around the back of the seat for his jacket pocket. He almost smirked as his fingers came into contact with the handle of the gun, and he slowly sank his fingers inside, being careful not to let the wolf notice what he was doing as he continued to stroke his growing arousal.
Callum had almost managed to lift the gun out of the jacket pocket when he felt the gloved finger leave his groin. A split second later, he almost choked as something shiny and metallic was pressed across his throat, a gulp forming as he realized what it was.
"Bad boy" the wolf growled as he pressed the blade against Callum's throat, his foot gently depressing on the brake as the car cruised to a halt on the side of the road. Using his now free paw, the wolf unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face Callum fully, noting with amusement the dogs wide open look of horror at the knife pressed against his tender jugular.
"Now, very slowly and very carefully, take your first two fingers and remove what you've got in your pocket" he pressed the blade harder against Callum's throat to ensure his cooperation.
His mind now overcome with fear, Callum loosened his grip on the gun until only his thumb and index finger were holding onto it. As slowly as he dared, he lifted the firearm from inside the jacket and raised it into the wolf's eye line.
"Good boy" the wolf chuckled, holding out his free paw. "Now hand it over. Gently"
Sweat stinging his eyes and trembling alarmingly, Callum gently pushed the gun into the wolf's waiting paw. He watched as it was pocketed into the wolf's jacket, the grip of the blade against his throat not budging an inch.
Satisfied, the wolf let out a chuckle at the panicked look plastered on the poor dogs face. Keeping his grip on the knife firm, he let his free paw brush down Callum's leg until he reached the dash drawer. Fumbling inside, he grinned as he saw the dogs eyes widen as he lifted out a pair of handcuffs.
"Hands behind your back. Now" he snarled at the trembling canine.
Whimpering softly, Callum did as was told, folding his hands behind his back as the wolf unbuckled his seatbelt. He winced as he felt the cool touch of metal against his wrists, and scrunched his eyes shut as he felt them click tightly shut, locking his arms into place.
Satisfied, the wolf lowered the blade, marveling at the way Callum's eyes followed it as he re-pocketed it. Feeling sure that the dog was firmly in place, the wolf reached into his trouser pocket and removed a ragged piece of cloth. Callum's nostrils flared as he caught the heavy scent of nitrates, watching as the wolf pulled out a vial and emptied it along the cloths surface. Before he had time to react, Callum felt a heavy gloved paw grab him around the neck, and then the thick chemical smell washed over him as the cloth was clamped against his nose. Callum strained and coughed as the nitrates invaded his nose passages, feeling light-headed almost instantly. His back arched against the seat, rump pushing out as his muscles relaxed.
The cloth was removed and Callum sensed the wolf move away from him. He tensed slightly as a sudden cold breeze ruffled his fur, realizing that the driver's side door had been opened and the wolf had gotten out. As the door slammed shut, Callum was conscious enough to attempt to escape his binds, feeling the metal cuffs dig into his wrists as he fumbled around, head buzzing from the effects of the drug the wolf had used on him. His thoughts of freedom were short lived however, as the passenger side door opened and a strong pair of arms grabbed him round the waist, one paw unbuckling his seatbelt and the other holding him still.
"Mind if I join you, boy?" the wolf sniggered as he climbed back inside the car, lifting Callum up slightly as he smoothed across the seat, making sure to rub his snout against the dogs drooping tail. He sat Callum back down on his lap; right on his moneymaker, making sure it was cradled right in-between the dog's cheeks. Callum looked back at him blearily, eliciting a smirk from the wolf.
Callum felt himself being lifted up, and felt a single claw slip in-between his crack, right up along his jeans. He didn't know what the wolf was doing until he felt a cold chill run across his rump, right through the fur of his cleft. He'd torn a slit up along the dog's jeans and was now fumbling with his own zipper, setting Callum down once he had released his pulsing shaft to the world. Callum shivered as he felt it press against him, snuggled in-between his now exposed hole. This wolf was big, and he suddenly felt very fragile at the thought of being skewered by that thick pole.
Hands gripping the dog's arms tightly, the wolf move back slightly before pushing forward and slamming completely into Callum, hilting himself fully. Callum's whole body tensed; shuddering violently as it hurt like nothing he had ever felt before. His fists clenched tightly behind him as he felt the wolf's hands push him further onto the invading wolfcock. He heard the wolf take a harsh intake of breath, and felt his heavy testicles resting against his rump.
The wolf began to thrust against the bound canine, short hard ones that nudged against Callum's prostate, causing him to squirm back against the wolf and creating a very nice sensation indeed. Callum lowered his head against the dash, his harsh panting fogging up the windscreen as he felt the wolf move a paw against his zipper, tugging it down and reaching inside. Callum groaned as the wolfs gloved fingers came into contact with his own growing shaft, enticed into life by the continuous pistoning against his sweet spot. The wolfs thick fingers squeezed against his sensitive organ, dragging it through his zipper and out into the open air where it stuck out rigidly, smearing against the dashboard with every thrust the wolf made. Callum couldn't help it. He was flowing precum at an increasing rate as the wolf continued to go agonizingly slow, forcing a moan out of the stunned canine as his fur stood on end, back arching against the wolfs firm chest.
The wolf squeezed Callum's leaking organ one last time before placing his paw back on the dogs hip, using it to push himself deeper into the warm passage, his ears ringing with the sounds escaping Callum's throat.
"You like this don't you boy? I knew you were the slutty little bitch type as soon as I pulled over. I'm guessing you're running from something, which means no one knows you're out here. Am I right boy?"
Callum let out a groan as he was fucked rhythmically, the thick pole lodged inside him continuing to tease him mercilessly. Every in-thrust caused his own unattended organ to push against the dash, and he wished he could grip it and stroke one out as his balls ached for release.
The poor dog was on the verge of passing out now, and sensing this the wolf began to thrust harder, both paws gripping Callum's hips tightly. As his orgasm reached a peak, the wolf let out a teeth clenched hiss as he found his release, a thick load of cream quickly filling the dogs tight rear.
Callum was still conscious enough to feel the wolf lean forwards against him, grabbing his still leaking cock and stuffing it back into his jeans, zipping up the fly.
"That'll stop you from leaking all over my upholstery" the wolf growled, still impaled inside the dog.
Callum's eyes grew heavy and before he knew it he was slumped against the wolf, head down over his shoulder. Reacting as soon as his high had subsided, the wolf pulled out of the unconscious canine and climbed out through the passenger side door. Opening the back door of the Mercedes, he reached inside and dragged the limp dog out of the car. Holding him steady, the wolf whose name Callum hadn't gotten laid him out across the back seat, jogging back to the drivers side door and restarting the car, pulling it back onto the road. Callum slept through all this, the wolf's seed slowly trickling out of his hole and onto the leather upholstery.
In the drivers seat, the wolf smirked to himself at the plans he had for his new toy, as the Mercedes sped down the deserted country lane.
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To be continued...?