EUROPEAN HARDBALL
EUROPEAN HARDBALL
*smack*
*smack*
"Useless little whore!"
"Yes Sir"
*smack*
The goat stopped slapping the wolf's bare arse, raised his boot to it instead and kicked him forwards over the arm of the sofa. "Get out of those fucking clothes," he spat, pulling out a chair at the nearby table and sitting to observe his toy. The wolf nodded frantically, climbing up off the sofa as best as he could with his trousers around his ankles and proceeding to struggle out of his suit until he was naked. The goat looked at him and rolled his eyes. "Can you do this faster?"
"Yes, sorry Sir," the wolf replied with ears and tail sagging in chastisement, throwing the last of his clothes to one side and going to collect the thigh-high black rubber waders that the goat had provided for him. It made a contrast in texture to the goat, who wore tight black leather from head to toe - trousers, jacket, knee-high boots and gauntlets. The wolf watched the goat out of the corner of his eye, toying with a riding crop laid on the table, and hurriedly pulled on the tall industrial waders. Quietly he admired how the sleek black outfit looked against the goat's copper-coloured fur, adding to his authoritive nature
"I'm going to start timing you," the goat said as the wolf thrust one leg and then the other into the rubber boots. "I'll keep track of how fast you get properly dressed and if you're slower the next time I'll give you a few lashes." He ran his tongue suggestively along the riding crop before slapping it on the tough leather gauntlet for effect, making the wolf jump reflexively
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir," the wolf babbled again, averting his gaze. Despite being a good half-foot taller with twice the muscle-mass the wolf was utterly overpowered by the slender goat, and despite the fear of the goat's reprisal his cock was like an iron nail, something the goat was fully aware of as he stood and stroked the riding crop over the wolfmeat on offer. Light swats against the sensitive organ made the wolf whimper and shake in his boots, the goat smirking to himself as he enjoyed the wolf's vulnerability
"You're so weak and you love it," the goat sneered, offering a leathery digit to the wolf to suck, the wolf savouring the powerful taste and scent and texture of the material, humming in obedient agreement with the goat who smiled and continued. "I never get tired of it. You spend all week being the highflyer at the office and trying to make them think you have a big dick, and you just can't wait to get back here and get back under a real man's boots where you belong can you?" Another hum in agreement, the wolf feeling his cheeks burn and his eartips glowing bright red. The goat loved toying with him like this, free hand first stroking the rubber shaft of the wolf's waders and then cupping his balls, reminding the wolf how much the boots emphasised his crotch. "You're not nearly manly enough to work in boots like these," the goat concluded as he pressed his muzzle to the trembling wolf's ear, grip tightening just enough to make him wince, "no wonder you have to work in an office"
The goat left his plaything standing there, arms politely folded behind his back to keep his hands off his excited cock, returning a moment later with a sheet of black plastic that he unceremoniously spread over the end of the sofa. "I don't want your spunk all over my furniture like last time," the goat said bluntly, "bend over." The wolf did as he was told, gripping the side of the sofa and waiting to see what was to come. He watched quietly as the goat sat down at the other end of the sofa in his full view, exaggeratedly unzipping his leather trousers to free his hard, thick cock. He barely glanced at the wolf, barely acknowledged his presence as he poured a bottle of lube into his hand and began greasing up his cock, but the wolf knew the goat would be able to tell exactly how his mouth was turning dry at the promise of being expertly ploughed by the leatherclad Master. What came next made the wolf's eyes so wide his eyeballs could have fallen out
The goat, having finished lubing up his dick, poured more and more lube into his hand, finally discarding the bottle and beginning to spread the contents of his hand over his entire forearm. "We need to try something new today," the goat said matter-of-factly. "I don't want you becoming complacent"
"Sir, I... really don't know if-"
As the wolf fumbled for a protest, the goat calmly rose and stood over him. Without warning he struck the wolf, backhanding him so forcefully that the wolf slipped and fell over the side of the couch. He righted himself quickly, head lowered, eyes focused solely on the expanse of glossy black underneath him. "I'm sorry Sir," he said, face stinging and humiliated
"Don't ever protest again," the goat said calmly, and the wolf nodded humbly in response
"Anyway," the goat continued as he walked behind his toy, amusement creeping back into his voice, "you take my dick so well. Don't you want a new challenge?"
"Yes Sir," the wolf replied as he spread his legs and waited. He knew any further disagreement would be a bad idea
"Good boy," the goat soothed as the wolf felt the first digit pressing under his tail. It slipped easily into him. The goat kept his wolf well-fucked after all, and despite his fears over what was to come the wolf always loved feeling Sir's leatherclad fingers on his body whether they were on his dick or up his ass. He moaned softly, involuntarily as the goat's finger flexed slightly inside him, tickling his tight passage. "Don't fight it," the goat added, "I know how much you love to be fucked you whore"
"Yes sir," the wolf gasped as he felt the second finger being added, spreading him wider. Still not as thick as the goat's cock. Again the goat wriggled and flexed his fingers, teasing the wolf's sensitive hole and stretching him further, throwing the riding crop to one side to let his other side stroke along the black rubber waders again. Sometimes the goat taunted him by telling him he liked the waders more than the wolf, that it could be any ass-up submissive in his place so long as he wore those boots for the goat. Being so reduced only made the wolf harder and hornier, the goat loving to remind him how hungrily he sucked his cock during those times
Now though the goat was preoccupied, his manner hypnotically gentle as he worked a third finger into the wolf's anus. "That's it, take it, relax for me," he said as the wolf moaned and tried not to clench around the fingers now twisting inside him. The wolf was completely under his power, any sense of protest draining out of him and replaced with the need to give in to the powerful goat, to please him
A fourth finger came soon after, stretching him more than he'd ever felt before, and then the thumb. The wolf groaned, all but outright howling as he felt the goat's leather inside him, stretching him deeper and deeper. He felt the goat's hand move inside him, imagined the black, smooth leather flexing and whimpered at the thoughts and sensations. His cock twitched and spasmed, aching for the goat's other hand to wrap its fingers around it, but his Master didn't give him any such release. Instead he felt the goat's hand pulling back out of him slowly and deliberately
The wolf was panting with desire now, imagining his Sir was about to ram that thick ungulate dick into his ass and plough him until he collapsed, but the goat wasn't nearly finished yet. After a moment's emptiness the wolf felt himself being penetrated again by the goat's knuckles, shivering and spreading his legs as far as he could manage as his Master's balled fist began entering him slowly
"You're such a good, compliant boy," the goat chuckled, his other hand clutching the fur of the wolf's back, symbolically holding him in place. "Just relax, keep taking it for me." His submissive could only whimper in return now, his hole spreading further than even the goat's thick dick had stretched him. By now he was sure there had to be at least a couple inches of the goat's fist inside him, the slick leather stroking every single nerve ending in a transcendent mixture of pleasure and pain. Despite the way the sensations were obliterating his higher thoughts completely, the wolf was still hard as a rock, cock dripping precum onto the glossy black sheet, aching for Sir's touch. He'd never been more completely in mental servitude to the goat, more completely at his mercy, and it was intoxicating
The hand was pulled back again, making the wolf moan as his insides were pulled with it, leaving him empty once more. It felt alien having nothing inside him suddenly, as if he'd completely lost all memories of when the goat wasn't using him. "Sit on the couch," his Master commanded, and the wolf obeyed, legs spread in expectation of what the goat was going to do to him. Protesting or resisting in any way were no longer options in his mind, he simply settled on the black sheet and waited as the goat poured more lubricant over his hand, the remains of the bottle being dumped over the wolf's quivering dick and running down to his belly and balls. It felt wonderfully cool when the rest of his body seemed like it was on fire
"You should be able to see this," the goat smiled as he settled between his submissive's legs, once again pressing his fingers together as he began teasing them into the wolf's hole for a third time. Now the wolf's body trembled not just from the sensations but from watching Sir's hand disappear inside him, working back and forth to keep stretching him a little more each time. A voice at the back of his head was sure he'd break open, but defying the goat's will was impossible
"You've got such a needy cock haven't you you whore?" the goat goaded again, still in the tender, coaxing tone he'd been using. "Whore" was less a slur and more a simple description now that the wolf in his subdued state was happy to accept. He nodded weakly in response. The goat smiled and tapped his fingers against the wolfmeat, making its owner whimper loudly
"Can you feel how far I'm inside you? Almost up to my wrist," the goat continued with a growing smile. "When I'm in that far I'll let you stroke it, but not before. Understood?"
"Yes Sir." They were the first words the wolf's mind had managed to form in a long time
The goat continued his work, edging and flexing his digits inside the wolf until he was sure the goat would never finish, deliberately tormenting him like this forever. All the while his body sparked and spasmed with the feelings of being so full, the slow adjustment of his muscles to the stretching allowing greater and greater pleasure from the sensations. Finally he was caught by surprise as the goat's hand made it to its desired goal, yelping involuntarily as he felt his passage closing again around the goat's narrower wrist. His Master chuckled at that, flexing his fingers again to stroke his innards for good measure
"Good wolf, now," his free hand grasped the wolf's balls, squeezing them enough to ensure pain, "let's see you stroke that cock"
The wolf nodded frantically, the hand inside him and the new sensations of pain in his nuts being more than enough reason to obey. He grabbed himself, paws sliding slickly over his lubricated shaft, huffing and panting desperately through the goat's increasingly tight grip. He didn't last long either, spraying spunk with so much force that he managed to hit himself in the snout. The goat laughed heartily at the sight
"Oh you good little bitch," he smirked, beginning to work his fist free of his submissive again, the wolf unable to respond in any coherent way. "Now then," the goat said as he rose to his feet, casually flexing his wrist as if ensuring it still worked after being encased inside the wolf, "heel boy"
The wolf knew the cue by heart, sliding shakily from the sofa and kneeling in front of his Sir, head bowed. The goat stroked the back of his head with the hand he'd recently pulled free of him, the other now pumping his own lubricated cock. "Good little bitch," he muttered, emptying his own load over the wolf's muzzle and casually rubbing it into his face-fur with the lube and filth accrued from fistfucking him. The wolf simply took it, head still bowed in total subservience to his Master
"Alright, wakey wakey," the goat said abruptly, the wolf's head snapping back up as the leatherclad dom settled back on the couch. "I was beginning to think I'd hypnotised you then"
"Oh uh, yeah," the wolf laughed, shakily climbing up to his feet again. "That was... pretty mindblowing. Christ I'm not going to be able to sit down again after that!"
"I'll get you a cushion," the goat replied, pulling off the soiled leather gloves and reaching for the TV remote. "Go get a shower huh? The football's on in half an hour"
More laughter from the wolf as he wrestled one leg and then the other out of the tall rubber boots. "We're gonna kick your asses"
"Yeah right," the goat snorted. "If you win this game I'll be so surprised I'll let you stick your fist up *my* ass"
"Your cock up mine'll be fine Sir," the wolf grinned, heading upstairs to the bathroom