Big Chief
Chieftain was a dog.
It was amazing how often Thomas had to remind himself of such an obvious fact. He had long grown accustomed to certain things; most all of it stemming from the fact that Chieftain was remarkably intelligent. He knew how to dispose of his own waste, he could open and close the doors throughout the house so long as deadbolts or latches were on (these stopped Chieftain not because of a lack of intelligence, but because his paws were not dexterous enough to grip the locks), and at times Thomas would have sworn Chieftain could understand him. Chieftain under stood commands or comments: simple things such as "Stop" or "Roll-over." "Sit pretty" was one of Thomas' favorite, and though Chieftain obeyed the order, he always growled quite a bit. He also seemed to understand more complex comments. Once Thomas had asked Chieftain where Summer was, and Chieftain had nipped Thomas' shirt, then lead him into the ranch where, indeed, Summer was feeding the horses.
Thomas had to remind himself Chieftain was an animal for other reasons too, for reasons he was somewhat ashamed of. He was ashamed when Chieftain came over and cuddled up to him during the night, and he woke with his boxers worn a little tight. He was embarrassed when he gave Chieftain a bath, with the water washing over both of them and the heavy musk of Chieftain filling Thomas' nose, and how it made Thomas feel... Thomas had actually begun avoiding Chieftain, to avoid those sort of situations.
Thomas was in his bed, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. Baroness had wandered off several days ago, and though Thomas thought maybe he should go looking for her, a four hundred pound jungle cat whose intelligence at least matched Chieftain seemed more than capable of handling herself. Connie and Summer were in town or at the beach or something. Thomas didn't care. He had not gotten out of bed all day and only lifted his head when one of the girls peeked in and told him they were going out. They knew something was bothering him, but because he didn't want to talk, they thought it better to give him some time.
He felt... odd for some reason. He felt pent up. He had been grooming Chieftain the night before, when the big wolf's fur seemed a bit too heavy for the coming summer months. Eventually he stopped and took to petting and stroking the giant doggy. And Chieftain, as Chieftain tended to do, had wrapped his thick legs around Thomas and pulled him close, into the warm embrace of his fur. Chieftain held Thomas for a long time after that, hugging him, licking him, stroking him. Chieftain was always so affectionate. And Thomas had felt utterly content in that embrace, until he felt a certain tenseness in his pants. He tried squirming away, but Chieftain wouldn't let him up, even rolling Thomas over and pinning him down. Chieftain nuzzled, huge nose approaching the bulge in Thomas's pants before Thomas finally pushed his head away, bopping his nose to make the point clear. Chieftain whimpered and walked off, and Thomas, feeling vaguely guilt and that pent up feeling and still uncomfortable in his pants, went to bed.
Thomas heard the door to his room open with a loud creak, and a little whimper sounded through the room. Thomas lifted his head off the pillow and looked back to see the enormity of Chieftain filling the doorway. He sighed, and patted the spot on the bed beside him (his bed was large enough that one human and one oversized animal could cuddle rather comfortably). Chieftain gave a happy growl and quickly padded over, leaping on to the bed and laying down, showing his belly off to Thomas, who couldn't help but chuckle and start to stroke the warm, brown fur. Either his doggish loyalty or his poor memory, but Chieftain was not one to hold grudges. He didn't seem to remember the nose bump Thomas had delivered, but just to be sure, Thomas kissed Chieftain on the black wetness.
"I'm sorry for bopping you Big Chief," he said softly. His fingers traced the muscular pectorals of the large wolf, stroking closer to the black nipple, before moving back and lower and going to his plump belly. Chieftain had put on weight in the recent months, but he was still relatively solid. And Thomas didn't mind a bit of pudgy, furry warmth. "I just... uhm... I..." Thomas sighed. "I don't know. I've just... been thinking lately. Been thinking about certain things. About you. About... stuff... I guess. Can you understand me?"
Chieftain's tongue was out as he panted, blowing warm breath over Thomas' face. Sometimes Chieftain "nodded". He didn't nod this time, and seemed to just be enjoying the stroking.
"I've... just been thinking about you, Chief... Is that wrong? I love you, and I'm pretty certain you love me... but... what about..."
He sighed, and rolled over onto his back, resting his head down and closing his eyes briefly. The springs creaked loudly, and he figured Chieftain was moving. That was confirmed when he felt Chieftain's fur and significant weight come down upon him. He opened his eyes, growling at Chieftain and trying to push the huge wolf away, but this time Chieftain was one step ahead of him. Massive forepaws came to press down onto his arms, not enough to hurt him, but Thomas couldn't move an inch under them. Chieftain came to sit down on Thomas's thighs and knees, the vastness of Chieftain's rump smothering his lower half and pinning him down. Thomas opened his mouth to bark something angry, but the largeness of the wolf's tongue brushed over his face, licking him, and Thomas' heart began to beat rather quick. He tried to scream louder, and each time, he was met with the huge tongue washing over him. Sometimes saliva dribbled into his mouth, and he had to swallow it down least he drown. Sometimes his tongue happened to be out to scream, and he brushed over the warm wetness of Chieftain's tongue, which made Thomas breathe all the heavier and his heart pound in his chest. Lick after lick, nuzzle after nuzzle, until Thomas could no longer muster the strength to scream or hiss or bite back. He could only feel the roughness of Chieftain's tongue, brushing over him so affectionately, so lovingly. He could only feel the weight of Chieftain as he shifted and got comfy, and nuzzled Thomas with the big, black, wet nose.
Finally, the furry head lifted up, and Thomas was given a breath of fresh air. His heart was pounding in his chest. His lungs were working overtime to gather enough air that he might calm down. And most of all, he noticed he was sweating. All from a few licks of affection. A few nuzzles from an animal, from a dog. And of course, the substantial warmth of Chieftain's rump. Such intense warmth, so close to his groin...
Thomas pants were feeling too tight, and almost painful. He whimpered, trying to sit up to push Chieftain away, but while he was distracted, Chieftain had managed to turn around and face the other direction, and Thomas was suddenly facing the wolf's huge rump. Thomas stared a little longer than he should have, and moved closer with puckered vent, before catching himself and trying with all his might to push the kritian away. Of course, considering Chieftain weighed over five hundred pounds and Thomas wasn't that muscular, Chieftain didn't move. He did seem annoyed at Thomas however, and to keep him from resisting any further, Chieftain bent his rear legs and came to sit on Thomas' chest.
To sleep, Thomas had only been wearing a pair of boxer briefs, which were presently tented and worn painfully tight over his groin. First, Chieftain pulled the bed sheets away with his teeth to expose the fabric covered groin. He leaned closer gently, and sniffed and nuzzled through the fabric with his huge, wet nose. By the way his tail wagged side to side, it was clear the scent was pleasant to him, and he whined and slipped his tongue out, working underneath the moist, muscular erection. The warmth inside the boxer-briefs, and the musky taste, and the smell... Chieftain lay down a little heavier onto Thomas, and Thomas found it difficult to breath. But pushing and wiggling, turning his head to the side away from the puckered tail hole and the wagging tail, he did manage to get a few breaths in.
Chieftain lifted up slightly, and then moved his jaws carefully down. Closing his dexterous teeth, he closed them around the elastic waistband of Thomas's briefs, and pulled up. The covering tore like tissue paper, and Chieftain spat out what remained in his mouth. The warm breath blowing over his crotch felt oddly pleasant, until Thomas realized what was happening, and did what he could to push against the ample posterior. Chieftain looked behind at Thomas with a deep whine, before waddling a few steps back, and came to lay down with his crotch and heavy scrotum on Thomas' face.
Darkness overcame Thomas as the heavy fur came down over his face and smothered any glint of light he might have had. The musky smell was overwhelming. He had caught whiffs of Chieftain now and then, when bathed the kritian or when they cuddled, and it had aroused Thomas with a lingering high. But now, he couldn't breathe without taking deep huffs of the kritian's strong odor. And truth be told, he liked it... His hands were pushing against Chieftain's belly, and he struggled with the smothering weight, but that was mostly out of instinct. Had he the leverage, he would have wrapped his arms around the wolf's muscular hips and hugged up to him, pressing his face into the delicious scrotum and pubic fur. He breathed deep and drank down the scent, in the back of his mind so happy that he hadn't finished cleaning Chieftain the prior day. He couldn't imagine this scent being lessened in the slightest.
And his excitement showed. With the warm breath of the wolf and the gentle tongue moving up and down the topside of his shaft, oh it was glorious. Sensing his master was finally getting into it, Chieftain opened his mouth and slurped out his tongue. A moment later, he had swallowed the entire erection into his cavernous mouth. The musky smell assaulting Thomas' nostrils... the warmth of the mouth on his erection... Soon enough he was hard and painfully erect, his erection treated well by the warmth of Chieftain's tongue. And Chieftain seemed to be enjoying this, as he ground his testicles and heavy crotch down harder, his erection began to peak out of his sheath, poking farther, and brushing through the warm fur of his belly and smooth skin of Thomas's chest. Thomas felt that heavy weight: the bulge making it nearly impossible to suck in a deep breath. He gave muffled whines and shouts into Chieftain's crotch, wiggling side to side and begging for release. Chieftain's black ears twitched and he lifted his head, looking behind him, then rose up slowly.
Thomas rested his head back and panted heavily, realizing how deprived of oxygen he had been. He rolled over onto his front, wheezing and gasping, and suddenly felt Chieftain's presence behind him. A pair of large forepaws fell onto his shoulders, pushing him hard into the springs of the bed. And Chieftain parted his rear paws, forcing Thomas' legs apart and spreading his plump butt cheeks to the open air.
"Ch-chieftain..." Thomas panted, looking back at him. "N-no... Chieftain... this is wrong... This is so wrong..."
Chieftain's huge erection; warm, dribbling pre, and coal black, hung between his muscular legs. Thomas wiggled and looked behind him, and gazed upon the flicking and dribbling erection as it leaked profusely. He watched as Chieftain's glistening shaft splashed warmth onto Thomas's bare back, making him shiver, until he saw Chieftain's knees bend forward, and his erection start to lower. He felt moist wetness touch the small of his back and then slide down, stroking his quivering buttocks, before pushing forward gently. The lubrication of his spurting pre allowed the huge erection to slide gently between Thomas' plump cheeks, but when he Chieftain hit the tight, puckered hole of his anus, he had to stop. Thomas pressed his face into the pillow, gasping softly, and then looked back. Tears streamed down his face as his erection was pressed painfully between his stomach and the mattress, but he managed to clench his jaw and ask, "A-aren't y-you going to... finish?"
Chieftain's pink tongue flicked out of his mouth, and he licked his black lips as he braced his feet into the bed and pushed forward slowly. Thomas nearly screamed when he felt the moistness of the tip press up against his tight pucker, but he pressed his face into the pillow and began to nibble and grit his teeth to possibly cope. His heart was pounding, his chest was heaving, but he could only stare into the pillow as the wolf began to take him. Chieftain pushed in, and pulled back, before pushing again, trying to massage and poke Thomas' pucker. Heavy dribbles of cream slid into his anus, and as Chieftain continued to poke and prod slightly, the pucker finally opened. The wolf was quick to slide his glistening flesh deep into the cavern, as deep as he could go. For Chieftain, it wasn't very deep at all, but for Thomas, he almost passed out at the incredible feeling that washed through him. The huge, heavy, warm, black erection stretching his tight anal walls, tingling the thousands of nerve endings throughout his anus.
The scent wafting forward from Chieftain's pubic fur was smothering. It had quickly filled the entire room, not to mention being pinned under the huge wolf was like being inside a musky cave. Yet, despite how difficult it was to breathe, and how he could barely keep his head together with the overwhelming odor... he had never felt a better sensation in his life. He was quite vocal: screaming, whining, and begging Chieftain to move deeper. Even as Chieftain seemed unwilling to risk pushing any farther inside, for risk of breaking his little master, Thomas looked back and said, "Chieftain, come on. You started this, now fuck me... P-please... fuck me..."
Chieftain yapped happily. Aiming his weight down, he pushed forward and slid his eager, moist erection deeper and deeper into the cavern of Thomas' anus. Drool formed on Thomas' pillow, as his mouth hung open and his body succumb to little twitches and shivers. The weight on his arms and shoulders grew heavier and heavier, and he feared he might break beneath the weight of the big wolf, but he could only groan whimper. Even if this killed him, he just wanted what he had longed for, he just wanted to be dominated and sodomized and fucked by this huge, powerful animal.
He groaned as he felt a particularly large lump reach his inner walls and bowels, and come to press up against his prostate. He guessed that Chieftain was only halfway inside him, because he couldn't feel the tickle of pubic fur against his buttocks, but he felt so good, to have this heavy weight inside him.
He felt Chieftain's forelegs wrap around him, and the huge dog roll over onto his side. Thomas was shaken however slightly, as he came to rest on his side, with his belly and the painfully erect shaft between his legs now facing the wall. He wanted to stroke himself, and ease this agonizing tension that was stretching his shaft, but Chieftain's powerful arms wrapped around him, he could barely move. He was left with the tantalizing lump of Chieftain's knot inside his bowels, stretching his gripping and clenching walls wide, and pushing against his prostate. He was also left with no way to ease the agony of his penis. His foreskin was stretched so wide, he might as well have been cut, and if he could just stroke himself...
The musk in the room was driving him mad, and he couldn't imagine how Chieftain must have been feeling. Thomas managed to ease his gaze up, and just look up to Chieftain's jaw, and the pink tongue that was rolled out of his mouth. The heavy chest of the kritian rested and washed against Thomas' back as he panted and groaned, and the throbbing erection between Thomas' tight cheeks, stretching him so wide... Thomas drank in the scent of musk, gasping gently. He was far gone by now, into the musky, lust driven haze. His own musk was rich, from not bathing for several days, but Chieftain's was smothering. He could barely breathe, and yet, his cheeks were red with blush as he drank it all down. He felt Chieftain's paw move down, over his pectorals and belly and to his pubic fur. The stubby toes wrapped inside the pubic fur, before Chieftain pushed Thomas a little hard... well, quite hard actually, onto the pounding, thick erection that was inside his ass. Thomas felt his anal walls stretch, and the huge erection slid "past" his prostate, traveling deeper up his bowels. The vast knot came to rest somewhere deeper than Thomas thought was possible. A heavy whine blew over Thomas' shoulders, as Chieftain exhaled and drool wetted the pillow beneath their respective heads.
Even though Chieftain was twitching and groaning, pleasure surging through him, a loyal dog at heart, he wanted to make his master feel good, and reached for Thomas' erection. Tears streamed down Thomas' face and wetted the pillow, along with Chieftain's drool. His sighs and whimpers escaped him as he felt both of Chieftain's paws come into play. The two huge paws "sandwiched" Thomas' erection, and slowly began to stroke and squeeze, and oh, did it feel amazing.
The rough pad of the paws stroking up and down. The enormous warm of Chieftain, even in these extremities. God... it... it...
Thomas felt a clench run through his full body, felt a heavy spurt of cream shoot forward, so far it actually painted the wall he was facing with a musky sheen. Another spurt, and another, none less energetic than the first. They each shot far and fast and splashed loudly against the wall or the ground. And Thomas was rather proud of just how intense an ejaculation he had. Of course, his climax paled in comparison to the kitian's. And unlike Thomas', Chieftain's climax only had one place to go. The first splash felt like a punch in the stomach. Thomas felt winded and weak and collapsed into Chieftain's strong arms. His stomach burst out, stretching wide, and then settling down. Of course, soon behind that, was another spurt, and another, each seemingly larger than the last. Heavy splashes shot inside of Thomas, filling him so completely. And though he was on his side, Chieftain still found a way to hump and grind his heavy erection deep into the bowels of the little human, grinding his erection side to side. The humps were as devastating as the spurts of ejaculation, but so desperate for this release, Thomas braced himself in the bed and pushed his rump back, grinding it hard against the heaviness of Chieftain's grand shaft.
It wasn't long before Thomas began to show signs of the ejaculation. He was not particularly large to begin with, and his thin build quickly displayed the amount of seed that was bubbling inside him. Long whimpers and groans escaped him as he felt his stomach begin to expand deliciously, his stomach stretching wide. The nerve endings in his bowels, as well, were treated well as the warm liquids licked at his inner walls, making him whine and pant and feel dizzy, but in a pleasant way. As his stomach began to sag and grow plump and rounded, so did his other exterminates: his legs began to plump out, his arms, too, began to sag. It was a wonder he wasn't torn apart, but his body seemed willing to grow plump and fat to accommodate the increasingly massive amount of warm seed that was spilling into him. It seemed to rise up his chest, bathe his heart and organs (for his chest was feeling very plump and fat and weighted by now), and into his mouth. Delicious seed filled his mouth, and dribbled out along with his drool.
Behind him, Chieftain was whining and pawing the air in a blind sense of bliss. He continued to stroke and stroke the sandwiched erection with his rough, furry paws. He continued to massage his master, and stroke his master, and ease his master's cream out of the delicious erection, and though it would have been a joy to drink down the warmth of the other male, Chieftain was quite content with the position he was in. It had been so long, and Thomas was so warm and cuddly and smelled so delicious, such a wonderful mate... such a wonderful master.
Chieftain showed no signs of stopping in his ejaculation. Thomas only hoped it might finish before one of the girls came home. This wouldn't exactly be easy to explain.