Solace
"Solace"
By Aureus Jackal
The small grey fox smiled and rubbed his wrists as Connor undid the restraints that had been holding him over the course of the evening. How he could be so cheerful after having his arms bound behind his back and his foot paws shackled together for the greater part of 4 hours, as the jackal exercised every kinky act that position would allow, he could not be sure. But cheerful he was, as he wiped away cum that had leaked onto his face during one of the fevered muzzle humping sessions he had endured. The jackal could almost swear the fox was giving him wistful glances when he thought it would not be noticed.
"Now, you be careful on your way home, okay?" the jackal said. He felt vaguely bad because hecould not remember the fox's name even though he was sure it had come up. Was it Dan? Maybe it could have been Kevin? He honestly could not remember.
"Yes master." the fox replied. The session was over and his bindings were free, but as Connor searched for any signs of irony in his response, all he was presented with was the solemn look in the vulpine face and the sincerity in his voice.
Jesus, he's serious. The jackal considered this possibility for a moment. He holed up in this motel and subjected himself to nights of too much drink and kinky sex with furs he couldn't be bothered to learn the names of in an attempt to ease the wound tore into his heart when his ex-mate left him without warning - and failing in that task, it would at least help him forget. So far it had failed miserably in both, but maybe this time...he quickly dismissed the idea and the moment passed as the fox finished dressing himself and got to collecting his things. Sometimes they asked for a ride home, and other times they saw themselves out. By the way the fox glanced in his direction and gave a bashful wave as he darted out the door, he was clearly the latter.
Connor sighed as he locked the door and turned out the lights before collapsing onto the surprisingly un-used bed. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as the scents from the nights activities hung heavily in the air around him and forced him to relive those events. He was always dominant; he had to be after what happened. He had promised himself he would never let himself get hurt again, and that seemed like a good start - always being in control. The jackal liked to think of himself as a kind master, he had even let his vulpine companion for the evening get off a few times. He suspected not everyone would have, the little guy was rather... accommodating.
The jackal sighed again and pulled back the blankets on the bed and burrowed underneath as he turned on his side, not particularly caring about the urban legend horror stories about the filth that lurked beneath. He needed something to insulate himself from the world and filthy or not, the blankets were available and came with no strings attached - at least, none that a strong flea-dip couldn't rid him of. Connor pulled the blankets tighter around himself as he drifted off into a fitful sleep, filled with dreams of a familiar face, a voice that used to bring him comfort, and an ever widening tear in his chest.
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As Connor sat at the bar, he considered his fellow patrons with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. He hated bars, but where else was he supposed to go for easy access to alcohol and access to easy partners for the night? He had begun to sorely doubt his method of handling his problems, but he felt it was a little late for him to change tactics. Other furs seemed content enough to live like this, so why not him? No commitments, no attachments, no getting hurt by treacherous lovers. It seemed like the way to live. So why aren't I happy? He wondered.
As he casually glanced around the room while sipping his drink, he noticed a large white wolf at one of the tables that definitely seemed to be eyeing him back. The jackal returned the wolf's gaze with a polite smile and quickly turned his attention elsewhere. He seemed good looking enough, but definitely too large and strong looking to be the submissive type the jackal was searching for. Also, there was something about the way the wolf looked at him that was just a bit unnerving. He had learned that bars attracted all types, and not all of them were the types you wanted to get to know.
The arrival of a young, attractive feline to the seat next to him interrupted Connor's musings. It was hard not to be distracted by his arrival due to the neon green and black dye job his tiger stripped fur was sporting, and the outfit that went along with it consisting of a black open front shirt and impressively form-fitting pants left little to the imagination. Whether he was actually a tiger or some other cat species blessed with tiger stripping by genetics or a skilled fur stylist, the jackal could not be certain; but the effect was certainly hard to argue with. Somehow, it practically glowed under the dim lighting in the bar and drew the eye to its owner. Is glow in the dark fur dye even safe? The jackal wondered absently as he tried to sort out the looks he was getting from the feline.
"Hi there. A big, strong doggie like yourself wouldn't happen to be looking for a kitty for the evening, would you?" The cat purred smoothly before adding with a wink, "I'm a very good kitty, you know; and very... flexible."
Connor was proud of himself for not blushing; it really would have been ridiculous after everything he'd done with furs from places like this. But still, the cat had a rather direct manner that made the jackal wonder if he had the flamboyant fur job as a professional aid. This impression wasn't helped by the way he expertly curled his tongue around the straw that came with the drink he ordered as he waited for a response. The jackal had become many things over the past few weeks, but he had not become quite desperate enough to pay for that sort of thing yet. Somehow that would just be worse than random willing partners.
As if reading his thoughts the feline next to him giggled and leaned closer, "I'm not usually quite so direct, but you have quite a reputation around here..."
"A reputation?" the jackal asked, a bit confused.
"Oh yes. You don't always come around here, mind you, but this isn't your first time either. And let's just say, the reviews are absolutely glowing!"
This time Connor did blush as he buried his nose in his drink hurriedly_. Jesus, how many furs in here think of me like that?_ He wondered to himself. He couldn't claim to be completely surprised news of his activities would get around if he took any regulars back to his place, but somehow knowing this and actually being faced with it were two very different realities.
The feline giggled at Connor's sudden discomfort and hooked his brightly colored tail around the jackal. "I'm Damien, by the way; and don't worry about the rumors. They're all good, I assure you."
"Connor...." The jackal replied quietly, still trying to suppress the embarrassment that refused to leave. Somehow, Damien's reassurances didn't make him feel any better.
"Hmm... Connor... I always liked that name." The feline purred. "Hehe, I wasn't expecting you to be a shy one. Sorry about the first impression. Cute jackal, alone in a bar, a bit known for taking unsuspecting new friends away to amazing fuck sessions, I kind of wanted to beat out the competition. I did mention I was a good, flexible kitty right?"
Connor sighed into his drink before looking over at the feline perched next to him. He couldn't be sure if the somewhat unconvincing apology for coming on too strong was actually sincere or just a change in tactics. He supposed it didn't matter. The feline was rather cute - and as for the personality, well, if it really was a problem there were certainly ways to keep conversation to a minimum. He gave the neon feline his most charming grin as he perked his ears in interest, "So, does that neon effect cover... everything?"
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The drive back to the motel was fairly uneventful. Connor was glad he found his quarry for the evening so early; it would have been a pain to have needed a cab after a night of drinking, only to have to go back to pick up his car in the morning. The motel he was staying at was an unassuming place, not the top notch in accommodations by any measure but certainly not the worst. It was the perfect sort of place for him to burn away his carefully saved vacation time and meager savings while he tried to find himself - or whatever someone in his situation was expected to do. He wasn't really sure. The important thing was it gave him a chance to disconnect from his other life that was busy falling apart back home while he immersed himself in a place where no one knew him, or so he had thought until earlier.
Damien, for his part, had been awfully talkative the whole way. He discussed so many topics on the short drive that Connor found it hard to keep track of it all. Most of it was a mix of local events and exciting things that were happening to celebrities the cat found interesting enough to follow.
It was odd but Connor found the light hearted conversation improved his mood considerably; and now that he had gotten to see a more relaxed side to the feline, he had to admit that he really did want to see the full extent of his eye catching fur coloring. The thought made the jackal's foot paw just a little heavier on the accelerator, also making him thankful for his luck with avoiding speeding tickets that night.
Connor let out a heavy sigh of relief as jackal and feline walked into the door to his room. Damien giggled and made a bee line to the fridge, where the jackal vaguely remembered a mini-bar was located - untouched of course. That shit was expensive.
As he passed by the wall mirror, Connor frowned as he examined the jackal gazing back at him. He hadn't spent much time contemplating his appearance any more than necessary lately. He could remember a time when his fur sported a healthy sheen, almost as if it was radiating the contentment and optimism he carried around inside him. These days, optimism and joy were in short supply and his fur seemed to reflect this. As he studied his reflection it struck him just how much he had changed in such a short time. Gone was the healthy shine in his fur. In its place his rust tinged brown fur took on a strangely muted quality, causing him to wonder if given enough time all color would drain from his coat all together. The level of weariness staring back at him from his brown eyes surprised the jackal the most. _Jesus, I look terrible... _
Feeling suddenly self-conscious, he took a few moments to run a paw though his dark head fur in an attempt to make himself more presentable. Not that it mattered, really. Damien didn't seem to notice the weariness that had taken hold over the jackal's appearance - or most likely didn't care. Still, he hated to think of himself as having reached the point where he didn't at least take enough pride in his appearance to keep it presentable.
As he studied the final result of his hurried efforts, he gave his reflection a slight nod. He still looked terrible, in his opinion, but perhaps someone less familiar with him would have an easier time noticing that in better days he was actually a good looking jackal. Connor felt his throat tighten as memories of the times his ex-mate complimented his appearance bubbled up from the depths of his mind. It was the sort of thing he usually tried to avoid thinking about and its sudden occurrence now caught him off-guard. He almost swore as he started to wipe at his eyes with a paw, it wouldn't do to have his guest see him upset. Now those would be rumors he'd rather not have circulate about him.
The jackal was just about to give up on suppressing the surprise tearful outburst that threatened to ruin his evening when he suddenly found himself rescued from his thoughts by a diversion in the form of Damien pulling on his pant leg. He looked down at the cat in surprise, unsure of what to make of his current position but grateful for the distraction.
"Drink for Master?" Damien mewed submissively.
It was at this point Connor noticed the small drink glass the feline was holding up to him and recalled the keen interest he showed in that part of the room. The contents of the glass consisted of a murky amber liquid, and considering the volume of it Damien no doubt emptied several of the small bottles from the mini-bar to fill it. He really hadn't planned on touching that stuff, except in the direst of alcohol emergencies, and he hated to think how much of his dwindling savings the cat just burned through in a matter of moments. What the Hell, if being almost to the point of tears in the company of a near stranger isn't a reason to reach for the emergency booze, I don't know what is... he thought as he sighed in surrender. Besides, the bottles are opened and it's not like I can put it back.
Connor took the glass from the feline and smiled down at him, "Thanks, just what I needed." He raised the glass to his nose and gave it a careful sniff, shivering as his keen jackal nose determined it was a potent mix indeed. He could sense the expectant, eager to please gaze of Damien on him as he finally shrugged and downed the contents of the glass as quickly as possible.
The jackal knew it was not going to be a sipping drink, but as it went down he shuddered at how powerful it really was. It was as if the feline somehow mastered the art of mixing drinks into some sort of mystical fire. Connor didn't consider himself a light-weight by any means, so he was a bit surprised at how quickly the drink went to his head. Already everything seemed just a bit more fuzzy and undefined around the edges and he almost fell over as he leaned to put the glass on the table that sat in front of the mirror he had been contemplating moments before.
Damien giggled as he got up and helped the dizzy jackal over to the bed and seated him at the edge. "Feel better, Master?" He purred softly as he moved behind Connor and started gently giving him a shoulder rub.
Connor started to nod but found the motion made his world spin just a bit too much. After a few attempts he finally managed to get out some sort of reply - "Y-yeah. Thanks. It's pretty... strong though..." - a response that was greeted with another giggle from the cat as he continued to massage the jackal's shoulders. It was relaxing, and worked as a potent combination with the drink he was given. Connor could feel himself start to doze off and the urge became harder to resist with each passing moment, already he found it almost impossible to keep his eyes open. "So... what was that made of... it's... strong..." he managed to ask before sleep finally claimed him.
Connor dreamed, as he always did lately, of a comfortingly familiar face that spoke to him with a voice that tugged at his heart; all artifacts of a warm and comfortable life that even part of his dreaming mind remembered was no longer there for him. He desperately wanted to never wake up.
Inevitably, the jackal began to feel the pull of the waking world and, no matter how hard he tried to hold on, he was unable to stop it. The process seemed to be happening a bit slower this time, however. Connor felt trapped between the dream he wanted to remain in and the reality he loathed to rejoin, and the tears that fell from the eyes of his dream self as he relived his breakup soon stained the cheek fur of his real self. It was this sensation that finally pulled him fully from the dream, but not before he felt himself give a pained sob as his half asleep mind was forced to process the nature of his loss and new reality anew.
As he finally awoke, Connor moaned softly as he found his thoughts still strangely sluggish and groggy. He remembered drinking something strong before passing out but his felt different than any hangover he remembered having. He also realized he was unable to see his surroundings due to a blindfold that had somehow been placed over his eyes. It was at this point where the wrongness of his situation began to sink in to his senses and the shock jolted him awake. Rather than finding himself lying down on his bed, he was on what felt like the floor of his motel room, and his arms were securely fastened behind his back and shackled to his legs and foot paws, giving him very little mobility. He suspected he was originally in a kneeling position but fell over in his sleep. In addition to this, he realized he was no longer clothed. Panic began to rise in his chest and the jackal whimpered and struggled to sit himself up to no avail.
"Ah, you're awake. I was starting to worry Damien put you in a coma."
Connor froze in his struggles as he heard himself addressed by an unfamiliar voice. The only person in his room before he blacked out was Damien, so this newcomer had to have arrived after the fact. Whoever he was, he seemed to know the cat by name. Connor whimpered again as it dawned on him that Damien had to have drugged the drink he was given and this was the intended outcome from the start.
"Oh, hush." He heard the voice say.
Connor heard the mattress of the bed groan and the sheets rustle as the owner of the voice got off the bed. From the proximity of the sound, Connor realized he was very close to where his captor was sitting. He didn't have long to think on this before suddenly feeling himself pulled up into a kneeling position, causing him to give a startled yelp and earning a disapproving sigh from the owner of the unfamiliar voice followed by the sounds of someone seating themselves on his bed once again.
"You really should relax..." The voice continued. "I'm not going to hurt you. As a matter of fact, I think I can help you with your problem. You clearly are trying to forget something, and I can be a much better diversion than Damien ever would be - much better."
Connor perked his tall ears as he listened to what was being said to him. He was completely helpless to resist whatever his captor intended for him, this he was certain of, and whoever he was he was right about the jackal seeking a diversion. Trading one partner he barely knew, for another, hardly seemed to matter in the scheme of things. Finding that he was unable to form words to give a proper response, Connor nodded meekly.
"Good pup." The voice replied.
He didn't have long to wait to find what his unseen companion had in store for him. Connor heard a creak from the mattress springs and felt a foot paw press against the tip of his nose lightly. Suddenly faced with direct contact with his captor, the jackal sniffed curiously to determine what he could and was greeted with the scent of an unfamiliar wolf. The way the paw started rubbing against his nose was gentle, and had a sensual quality to it that caused Connor to give it an almost involuntary lick in response. He thumped his tail on the floor lightly as he heard the resulting giggle and murr his lick elicited from the mystery wolf. This wasn't really how he saw himself spending his evening, but having a task to perform helped him forget his helplessness and stave off the creeping loneliness he'd otherwise have to face.
The jackal pressed his muzzle more firmly against the large wolf paw in front of it and continued to lap at its pads as he managed to find them by feeling around with his tongue. As scent of wolf filled his nose, he wondered at how he managed to draw the attention of the paw's owner. He could believe it was random chance if it wasn't for the fact Damien seemed intent on picking him up specifically; and whoever he was, this wolf went through a lot of trouble to get him like this.
"You're getting distracted, pup." The unseen wolf chided.
Connor almost jumped as he suddenly felt the wolf's other foot paw rub up against his sheath, bringing out an involuntary moan. As the wolf's paw continued its attentions, Connor could feel his member begin to harden and slip free of his sheath, only to be exposed to more direct contact with the strokes from the paw. The jackal blushed as he realized how much he was starting to enjoy himself. After one more particularly firm stroke from the wolf that caused the jackal to quiver helplessly with pleasure, both paws were withdrawn - leaving Connor confused and panting with desire.
The jackal let out an involuntary whimper at the cruelty of his captor, who would remove those paws the moment he was beginning to enjoy them. Just as he was beginning to think the wolf intended to endlessly toy with him as he sat helpless and bound, Connor felt two large, strong paws grip his muzzle and open it. It didn't take much force to accomplish this, he was still too disoriented to resist. The jackal didn't have long to consider the significance of this development before suddenly having what was unmistakably a very aroused wolf cock shoved forcefully into his muzzle. Connor quivered in place, even too shocked to gag as the wolf member made its way to the back of his mouth. He could hear the wolf murr happily as his nose pressed against belly fur, and a swelling knot was starting to hold his jaw open. It had happened so fast and with so much force there was nothing the jackal could do to resist it or stop it once it happened.
"Now, I want you to be a good pup and suck this..." the jackal heard from above him. "And you better not stop until I tell you."
Before Connor could come up with any sort of response to the wolf's command, he felt the paws holding his head in place begin to forcibly bob his muzzle on the cock throbbing inside it. The jackal could feel his body quivering as he was made to work the wolf's member and Connor found himself unsure if this was due to shock at what was happening to him or some sort of strangely intense desire welling up inside him.
It wasn't long before the taste of wolf-pre began to fill his mouth and each new bob he was made to do only intensified it. It had been a while since he was last in a situation where he used his muzzle in this way, and certainly not once since his ex-mate left him. Sure, there had been little licks there, a teasing suckle there, but never the sort of nose-to-knot dedication to the act he was being subjected to now. It filled him with an intense mix of lust and depression, and for a moment it was hard for him to decide which force to give in to. The stalemate was finally broken by a gentle cuff from one of the paws on his head.
"You're getting distracted again, pup." The mystery wolf said reproachfully. "I can tell you're thinking of something other than my cock. I don't like it, and I bet whatever it is, it's not good for you either."
Connor flattened his ears a bit as he listened to what the wolf was telling him. The forced bobbing had stopped but the wolf cock was still in his muzzle and he could taste a pool of pre-cum as it formed on his tongue. He could feel one of the wolf's paws pet his ears, a strangely gentle gesture considering the position he was in. Finally having a moment to think, the jackal knew he wanted nothing more than to forget his troubles and that would be so easy right now. With his eyes blindfolded and his movement restricted, his entire universe could consist of nothing beyond the cock in his muzzle and the potent scent of wolf filling his nose. It would be easy to forget everything else this way, all he had to do was give himself over to it.
Without warning, or waiting for the wolf to start up again, Connor began to suck at the wolf's member and bob his muzzle on his own. He could hear a surprised gasp from his companion, but it mostly registered as background noise to his true focus. The jackal continued to bob his muzzle faster and suck harder, and this time it was the wolf that started to quiver with each motion. The taste of wolf-pre became much heavier as he worked and he could feel the knot as it rubbed his nose each time he went down. His universe enveloped by a lustful haze, Connor took the wolf cock as far as he could and gave the knot a few gentle nibbles, causing its owner to whimper and hump against the jackal's muzzle. Before he could pull back again the wolf's paws tightened their hold on him and he let out a startled murr as the wolf began to hump at his muzzle, barely giving the jackal a chance to suck at the member as it thrust into his mouth. Connor could tell his companion was getting close, and the realization filled him with excitement as he waited for the climax he knew could come at any moment. It didn't take long for the jackal to realize that his mystery wolf was doing his best to hold back. This thought brought a little whimper to the jackal's throat, he could feel his own body responding to the muzzle humps and it made him want desperately to taste what was being held back from him.
It wasn't long before the wolf seemed to have finally reached his limit, and Connor almost yelped at the force of the final hump that pushed the wolf's member, knot and all, into his muzzle. The impulse to yelp was quickly stifled by the torrent of hot cum that followed soon after, and Connor found his muzzle quickly filling with the wolf's juices. He did his best to swallow as much of it down as he could; he suspected the wolf wanted it this way and even more importantly, he wanted it - it was his reward for doing his job so well. Despite his best efforts though, he could still feel some of the wolf cum leak from the sides of his muzzle but was pleased that he managed to catch most of it.
After what seemed like several minutes of suckling at the cock in his muzzle and feeling the paws at his head pet his ears gently as their owner panted in an attempt to recover, Connor felt the wolf pull back and free his muzzle. He slurped at the spot in the air he suspected the wolf would be still standing, wanting to clean any leftover cum from the member that had just left his muzzle. While missing it with his tongue, his searching muzzle did manage to brush up against it, causing his nose and face to get streaked with some of the stray juices it was still leaking. Connor perked his ears as he heard the wolf move around in front of him and almost fell back as his voice was suddenly directly in front of him.
"Well, pup, feeling any better? I know I am. I'm pretty sure you were really focusing there; I bet that was good for you. I told you I was a better distraction than Damien..."
Connor blinked as he suddenly found the blindfold removed from his eyes. After being in the dark for so long, even the dim light of the motel room was a bit painful. It took the jackal a few moments to fully focus on the white furred face that stood just a few inches from his own, and a few more to realize it was quite familiar. All he could do was let out a small gasp of surprise as he found himself starting at the wolf he had seen earlier in the bar.
The white furred wolf smiled as he noticed Connor's recognition. "Hello," the wolf said with more than a little smugness at the jackal's apparent speechlessness. "So, do you feel better, pup?"
It took a few moments of staring in shock before Connor could finally collect his thoughts. The identity of his captor made sense now that he thought about it, but spending so much time thinking it could be anyone only to find out he had looked right at the guy earlier that same night was a bit to process. He had to admit, though, he had been a good distraction even if it required him to take a submissive position, something he had told himself he'd never do again. "Y-yes... I do feel better..." The jackal admitted.
The wolf smiled and traced a paw down Connor's member, which the jackal suddenly realized was still completely hard and had slicked itself with pre as he serviced the wolf and he suspected the carpet beneath him was even a bit damp. "I thought so..." He said after giving his paw a little lick. "I heard about you. You tend to let things slip when you drink. I thought 'now here is a guy that needs some help'; I mean, clearly if what you were trying up to this point was doing any good, you wouldn't still be such a mess."
Connor blinked and flattened his ears a bit, "You're saying you had me drugged and tied me up... and... and..." The jackal blushed as he contemplated the rest of the sentence. "You did that to help me?"
The wolf chuckled a bit and wagged his tail as he considered the jackal, "Well, I'll admit that it helps that you're cute and I may get more than a little enjoyment from the situation myself."
Further questions from the jackal were quickly silenced as the wolf leaned forward and occupied Connor's muzzle with a deep kiss. The jackal let out an almost involuntary murr as a large wolf tongue lapped at the inside of his muzzle and he blushed as he realized the wolf could probably still taste more than a little of his own cum in there.
As he finally pulled away, the white furred wolf gave Connor's muzzle and nose a few licks as he cleaned them off. "You know, we could probably come to a more... permanent arrangement. If I could help distract you for one night, just imagine what I could do with more time." The wolf grinned, "My name is Erik, by the way, but... I think it would be more appropriate for you to call me 'Master'."
Connor perked his ears as he tried to process what he was being told, still feeling a bit dazed from the sudden kiss. Any doubt about the wolf's meaning faded as he felt one of Erik's paws rub down his side and casually make its way under his tail. The jackal shook his head and whimpered quietly, "No, I-I can't be your slave, or your pup. If you know about me then you know why I can't let myself get into that situation. I won't give anyone that much power over me."
Erik sighed as he withdrew his paw and shook his head disapprovingly, "From what I gathered from your drunken confidence talk to strangers, that prior life of yours was boring and rather far from where you find yourself now. How is my solution worse than yours? My solution, which seems to have been better at meeting your goal I might add, is no more like what you're running away from than what you've been doing with yourself." He grinned a bit as he gazed back down at the jackal's member, "And I'd like to think you've enjoyed yourself a little bit more here... so how about it?"
Connor looked down at the floor and shook his head stubbornly. He had to admit that the wolf's reasoning made sense, but he couldn't bring himself to reverse course now. Who the Hell is he to tell me what is best for me? I'm doing fine as I am. He thought miserably.
The wolf sighed more heavily than before, "Well, I guess it can't be helped..."
Connor blinked in surprise as Erik began to unfasten the cords connecting the cuffs binding him. The jackal found it almost strange to suddenly be able to move his arms again after having been immobile for so long. He was about to thank Erik for letting him go when the wolf stood up and pulled Connor to his feet. It was at this point the jackal realized how much taller Erik actually was - easily by over half a foot - and he was strong.
The larger wolf began to herd him back towards the door to the bathroom, and for a moment Connor considered making a dash for the exit door and freedom. Of course, that would require he do so unclothed and still wearing bondage gear. He sighed with resignation at the thought and decided to let himself be directed into the bathroom until his back pressed up against the wall. The jackal flattened his ears as Erik leaned in close until their noses were almost touching.
"I really didn't want it to come to this... just remember it was your choice, pup." The wolf said with an oddly calm tone to his voice. He didn't seem upset and that somehow made Connor dread what was about to happen more.
Before Connor had a chance to ask about the wolf's plans, Erik ran his paws down his arms and grabbed his wrists by the cuffs that remained fastened there and lifted them above the jackal's head. Connor looked up and blinked in confusion as he realized they were being fastened to a rope extending down from a pulley in the ceiling; that had not been there earlier, he was sure of it.
Erik chuckled at the jackal's confusion. "You were out cold for a while, pup. I had a little free time on my paws." The wolf grinned as he finished securing Connor's bindings to the rope above him. "Before he left, Damien helped me do a little 'home improvement'." He added with a wink.
Connor whimpered as Erik began to pull the rope tight, slowly lifting the jackal off the ground until his toes could barely reach the floor if he stretched his body enough, making him whimper louder with fear and discomfort. The wolf tied off the rope to a tether fastened into the wall - also a new addition to the room - and examined his work with a final nod.
"That should do it. I'll just leave you to think things over a bit more, pup..." The wolf started.
"P-Please, don't..." Connor pleaded. "Let me down..."
Erik sighed and tapped the jackal's muzzle, "Right, I knew I was forgetting something." The wolf padded back into the room and returned momentarily carrying a muzzle restraint. "Can't have you making too much noise in here... thinking is best done where it's quiet."
Connor whimpered as his muzzle was restrained and tried to struggle against his wrist bindings, but quickly stopped after finding that his struggles only made his body sway against the wall and his position more uncomfortable. He finally flattened his ears and submitted quietly as the wolf finished securing his muzzle. The jackal sighed softly as this earned him a gentle pat on the head from the wolf.
"That's it pup. Now, like I said before, I want you to stay here and think about things a little better. If you're good, maybe I'll check on you in a little bit." Erik said softly as he backed out the door. "Oh yeah, I'll turn out the lights too. The fewer distractions, the better, I think."
Connor shook his head pleadingly as the wolf turned out the lights and closed the door, plunging him into darkness. Once again he tried to struggle but again found it only made things worse, especially in the dark where he couldn't see anything around him. The swaying caused by his struggles was disorienting when he had no visible points of reference available. He whimpered and closed his eyes as he considered his situation. Not that there were any visible sights to shut out, the bathroom had been made completely without light when the door closed, but the act of closing his eyes felt reassuring and seemed to help him focus.
While not entirely comfortable, the position Erik left him in had not really become terribly painful yet, but the jackal knew that was only a matter of time. The wolf had said he would check up on him 'in a bit'. Connor could only hope that would be before he really started to hurt. Then again, Erik had also said he 'might' check on him. While he was fairly certain that the wolf had just said this to scare him, being suspended from his wrists in the dark while being muzzle bound and unable to cry for help made even that little bit of uncertainty unwelcome. He whimpered to himself softly as he considered his situation. What the Hell am I supposed to do...? He thought miserably.
Connor could not be sure how long he hung there, in the dark. After the first few minutes it all began to run together. His only sure way of gauging time was the growing discomfort in his body from the stress of holding his position. He tried to think of something other than Erik, but it didn't help that the wolf's scent was still hung strongly around his muzzle and he could still remember how he tasted. Moment by moment his mind replayed the events that led up to him being tied and alone, and despite the discomfort he was being subjected to, he felt his body respond to those memories strongly. He shifted uncomfortably in the dark, as he felt pre start to run down his member again, wishing there was some way he could alleviate at least one of his discomforts.
As more time passed, the ache in the jackal's member began to match the one in the rest of his body. Every time he managed to draw his thoughts away to something else, they would creep back to the wolf he hoped was still in the other room and he wound up back where he started - quivering for release in more ways than one. Connor finally gave up on avoiding the topic and opened his eyes as he turned his head towards where he remembered the door being. If Erik was still in the motel room he was being very quiet. The thought of the wolf having left him like this made Connor whimper quietly.
Erik had pointed out that he proved to be a very good distraction from the jackal's troubles, and Connor had to admit this was true. He thought about what it would be like to have that experience again, to submit to the wolf's whims and be his whenever he wanted. Connor murred quietly as his mind roamed over his memory of Erik's body - his strong build covered in white fur, the smell of his masculine wolven scent, his cock and how it tasted - the jackal realized he wanted it all. He desperately wanted something to fill the void that had opened up inside him when his old life had been shaken apart and he realized, with no small amount of shock, that the idea of completely submitting himself to the larger wolf was becoming more appealing the longer he considered it. Erik wanted him and even went so far as to seek him out. It would be so nice to have someone like that to lean on, Connor thought to himself with a sigh. The jackal's heart sank as he remembered his refusal of Erik's offer. The wolf did not seem to be angry with him, but he was clearly disappointed with him.
Connor whimpered quietly in the dark as more time passed and Erik still did not appear to check on him. Maybe he was angrier than he seemed and left, the jackal thought. He wouldn't do that, would he? His body really did ache at this point from having to stretch for so long, and his wrists were protesting the strain being put on them.
Just as he felt that he was starting to lose his battle with fear, Connor suddenly found himself dazed by the presence of light shining on him as the door to the bathroom swung open and the room flooded with light soon after. The jackal almost cried with relief at the sight of the large wolf standing in the doorway.
"Well, pup? Have you thought about things a little better?" Erik asked as he perked his ears expectantly.
All Connor could manage as a reply was to flatten his ears and lower his head a bit as he thumped his tail against the wall. It was about as submissive a position he could manage in his current state. He suspected he really didn't need to give much more of an answer as he noticed the wolf gazing towards the jackal's hard and aching member. That answered the question about as much as anything else.
Erik grinned as he walked towards the jackal and pet him on the head, "That's a good pup. I knew you'd come around if given a chance to think about things a bit. Let's get that muzzle restraint off you..."
As soon as his muzzle was freed, Connor leaned forward and buried his muzzle in the wolf's chest fur and let out a quiet sob, "M-master..."
Erik froze for a moment, as if unsure of what to do about the sudden emotional outburst from the jackal. Connor whimpered more as he suddenly wondered if he had done something wrong, but quickly calmed as he felt the wolf start petting him again.
"H-hey... it's alright pup. I'm here." The wolf said softly. It was strange, but Connor thought he sounded a bit uncertain. "You don't want to get too upset for what I want to do to celebrate, do you?"
Connor blushed as his muzzle was raised up by one of the wolf's paws and before he had time to react Erik leaned down and kissed the jackal deeply. The pain from his bonds, his fear and worry while alone in the dark, all disappeared as his muzzle was filled with wolf tongue. As Erik pulled away finally, Connor thumped his tail harder as he caught sight of the wolf's member. Erik clearly enjoyed the kiss a great deal, and the jackal murred as he imagined all the things the wolf could be planning for him now. Connor perked his ears curiously as he noticed one of the wolf's paws had a small bottle in it.
Erik grinned as held up the contents of his paw, "This? It's just something for you, in case you changed your mind..."
Connor murred and wags his tail some more as he realized it was a bottle of lube. "Master... I-I want you inside me..." the jackal replied quietly.
The wolf wagged his own tail as he nodded to Connor's response. "All in good time..."
Connor wobbled unsteadily as Erik turned him around to face the wall and pressed him against it. The jackal closed his eyes as his cheek pressed against its cool surface; his position was still uncomfortably stretched but that didn't seem so bad with his master there. He had decided give himself over to the large wolf, and that somehow made everything much more tolerable. Connor quivered and bit his lip as he felt a paw probing at his tailhole and two slicked fingers caress it before pressing themselves inside. The jackal moaned softly as the digits worked inside him; Erik seemed to be taking the moment to toy with him as much as prepare him. Connor let out a small sigh as the fingers finally withdrew, leaving a slick, wet feeling under his tail.
"Now, this is going to get uncomfortable, pup. But I promise it's only for a moment..." the wolf said from behind him.
Connor yelped as his restraints suddenly pulled him higher. As his toes left the ground his arms and wrist began to take on more of his weight. Just as he was about to cry out from the pain being inflicted on his already sore body, he felt a strong arm wrap around him and hold him against Erik's body. The added support alleviated some of the strain on his arms. Finally the rising stopped and a second paw reached under him and lifted him up higher and he found himself pressed firmly against the wall by his master's weight. The sudden reduction in body strain made the jackal gasp with relief.
"Down you go..." the Erik said as Connor suddenly felt himself lowered again. This time he could feel the tip of the wolf's cock pressing under his tail and as his body descended he realized his body weight was being used to sink him onto its shaft. He couldn't resist it any more than he could fight gravity.
Connor let out a soft moan as he was pressed against the wall harder by Erik's body. He could feel the wolf's cock inside him and it seemed Erik was even more aroused than he was back in the room. "M-master..." the jackal moaned. He wanted nothing more than the wolf to satisfy himself with his body, the intensity of the desire was almost frightening.
In response to the partially spoken plea, Erik began to hump into the jackal forcefully. Each thrust from the wolf pressed Connor hard into the wall and each time he pulled back the jackal yearned for the next return. The position they shared did not really lend itself to 'gentle', but Connor knew he would have wanted it like this even if it was an option. As the force from the humps rocked his body, the jackal was amazed at how complete his body responded to Erik's actions; and the wolf seemed to know just where to direct the force from his thrusts to make the jackal quiver the most. Connor was surprised how easily the submissive murrs came as a response to his master's moans of pleasure. The jackal allowed himself to melt into the moment, feeling content for the first time in a long while. The feel of the cool wall as he was forced against it by his master's embrace, the sensation of the wolf cock as it worked into him, the scent of wolf, and the way it all made his own member ache for release - he took it all in an realized he would not change a thing.
Connor could not be certain how long the wolf humped and grinded into him, though he was certain Erik was again trying to make it last as long as possible; though from the increasingly frenzied way the wolf was working him over, the jackal guessed he was reaching his limit.
The jackal yelped as he was suddenly dropped far enough to cause the wolf's knot to pop into him with before he could even prepare himself for it. Connor winced as Erik suddenly bit down on his shoulder and closed his eyes tightly. The wolf's body shook against his and as Connor could feel the wolf cock buried deep inside his tailhole spasm, making him realized Erik was stifling a howl from the force of his climax. Connor moaned softly as the wolf humped into him a bit more in an attempt to draw it out a bit longer, even though it was clear by the way he bit down harder it was a bit more than Erik could take.
Connor let out a sigh of relief as the wolf released his shoulder and panted into his ear. The jackal leaned his head over to give his master a contented nuzzle but his action was cut short as the wolf reached a paw down to Connor's member and gave it a few strokes. The jackal had spent most of the session right on the edge of release, but the suddenness of the Erik's strokes did not give him time to brace himself and unlike his master Connor let out a happy howl as he was made to spray the wall with his pent up cum. After being teased and made to wait and being stimulated yet again over the course of the entire evening, release was almost painful and his body spasms made Erik moan as his member was squeezed by the jackal's body.
"W-well, pup... that was really amazing." The wolf panted. "I knew I was right about you."
All Connor could manage was a contented murr as he felt the tension holding up his bindings lower and his feet slowly start to touch the floor again as Erik carefully lowered him. Connor winced and bit his lip as the wolf finally pulled himself from the jackal's tailhole with a pop. After being suspended for so long, having the full weight of his body on his foot paws again was a bit disorienting.
As he tried to think of what to say or do next, Connor suddenly found himself turned around and gazing into Erik's smiling white furred face. The jackal blinked, trying even harder to come up with something appropriate to say but was quickly silence by one of the wolf's amazingly deep kisses. Connor murred as he melted into the kiss, it so enthralled him he barely noticed when his hand paws were bound together again until the wolf withdrew his muzzle. He gazed at his re-bound paws in confusion, but instead of questioning it he leaned himself into his master's chest fur and murred as it earned him pets along his back. He felt himself being led out of the bathroom as he continued to stick close to Erik. Connor wasn't sure what the wolf had in mind next, but after everything that had happened he was too tired to question it.
It wasn't until he felt himself backed against another wall and nudged down into a sitting position that Connor really took a moment to see what was happening. The nightstand had been moved away from the bed and he was sitting where it would usually go. The jackal looked up at Erik questioningly as the wolf secured Connor's wrist bindings to a short chain that had been secured around the bed frame.
Erik gave the jackal a little pet after finishing his task with the chains and smiled faintly, "Well, pup. It's been fun. Despite what I may have said I'm not really in the market for a permanent slave... but I had heard how amazing it was when you got someone to fully submit. You certainly proved that right." The wolf grinned a little and tapped the jackal on his muzzle lightly, "Don't worry; I'm sure the cleaning crew will find you in the morning. Now you be good."
Connor whimpered in shock as he listened to what he was being told. He wanted to say something - anything - but he felt his throat become uncomfortably tight as tears threatened to overwhelm him. He desperately wanted to believe Erik was not serious, but as the wolf stood up and collected his clothes, the reality of it all hit home. It was all happening again.
As he heard the door to the room open, he tried to call out to the wolf and beg him to reconsider, but before any words could work themselves free the lights in the room went out and the door closed quietly. It might as well have slammed for the way the sound struck Connor to the core.
The silence that accompanied the darkness of the room was almost deafening the jackal after what just transpired. "Not again..." Connor whimpered, "No..." As the jackal sank to the floor by his bed, the silence of the room was finally broken by the sound of sobbing; they came ragged at first as Connor tried to hold them back but soon became the heavy whimpers of deeply felt pain. This continued until fatigue finally got the better of him, and Connor began to slip into a fitful sleep.
He had the same dream he always did, filled with a familiar face and a comforting voice he yearned for. Unlike before, it was a white furred face he chased after and the smell of wolf hung in the air. The memories of his ex-mate and the life they came from seemed distant clouds on the horizon now. Only one presence was clear in this landscape; and this time it was a new abandonment that tore at his chest over and over. As Connor slept curled next to the bed, on the cold floor, a quiet whimper escaped his muzzle from the depths of his dream, "Master..."