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This is my first story in awhile. Something I've just kind of dreamnt up. It's pretty harsh, even for my standards, so there's your warning. I may or may not plan to write a sequel. If I do, I can definitely see this turning into some epic like "Love, In the Strangest of Places." And what's with me and foxes named Toby?

Claiming of Seed

By Drockan

A thundering boom awoke the pair of foxes in their bed. It was the crashing sound of wood crumbling to pieces. They had already trampled through the fence outside. The older male and his mate jumped from their bed with no time to dress their naked bodies. They ran across the cottage. Only one thing was on their minds. "Hurry and grab Toby!" he yelled at her. In less than a second, she was outside of her son's room with the frightened kit quivering in her arms. The family hurried to the front door. If only they could make it to the stables. They were too late, however, and the door came crashing down in front of them.

"So this is where you've been hiding from me, Marcel!" the towering dire wolf growled when he saw the cowering vulpine deserter huddling his family behind him. The terrified foxes were completely defenseless. They never even came close to the stables outside. Now the door to his cottage was in ruins, and he was faced with the only person whom he ever feared in life. None of the horrors the fox ever faced on the battlefield could strike fear in him like the General's scarred eye gazing upon him. His senses became overwhelmed with dread.

"G...G...G...General," Marcel muttered. The sound of his voice quivered in terror. His arms backed his family behind him. He was the only thing protecting them. The terrified vixen was crying and kept her son shielded against her bosom.

"Did you think you could just walk away? Did you think I would not find you?" the General asked. "You were a very special soldier to me Marcel. I always thought you were someone whom I could trust, especially after all the things you promised me, and all those wonderful nights of passion we shared. Remember those things you said? Remember all the things we would do together? I actually thought I found true loyalty in you." The General strutted further inside. His lumbering frame was so huge his head almost touched the ceiling.

The wolf was absolutely massive. Born and bred to be a soldier, his body reflected that very nature. His muscles were like layered steel molded to perfection across his body. His dark gray coat was thick and regal, although marred in many places from battle. Those deep scars seemed to crisscross his entire war ravaged body. There was also his eye, of course. Many years ago, a feline assassin was able to get close to the General and claimed it with his dagger. Unfortunately for him, the wolf claimed much more. Certainly nothing could horrify an individual more than staring into that mass of mangled purple flesh. Though the wolf could not see out of it, he could paralyze an individual with fear.

A few of his men scurried quickly inside and surrounded the three quivering foxes. Their movements were clean and crisp, evidence of rigorous training. Marcel identified who they were by their signature scarlet armor, as well as their other unique armaments. They were the General's own personal guard, highly apt and very deadly. Their training never ended, day or night. It was a unit to which Marcel had once belonged. He instinctively growled in defense. His eyes darted around in hope of finding some kind of escape. The fox's options were wearing thin.

"You said that I was forever in control of your life. You said that your service to me was more important than even your family," the General calmly spoke while gesturing to his wife. He casually stepped closer. The evil smirk grew while he looked the vixen over. "I never thought when I gave you leave that you would run off and impregnate some village whore. This is what you left me for. I gave you everything. What can she possible give you? I knew I never should've left you out of my sight."

"Love, and.... a real son," he stated boldly. The General responded with a disappointed sneer. Did you think I would just leave my family for you?" the fox angrily shouted back. He had to regain his composure. This was his family he was protecting. He bawled his fist up in front of his snout and growled at the giant wolf before him. The General was more than twice his size, but it mattered not. "I love Julia and my son more than I shall ever love you or your pathetic army. I may have pledged my service to you, but my heart belongs to them, and I follow my heart," Marcel said with his voice full of conviction.

"Please, you have thousands of soldiers. Why do you need Marcel? Just leave us be. Commit your sins elsewhere," Julia begged through her tears, though there was anger in her voice. She took her mate's paw in a tight grip. All of the pleading just seemed to amuse the wolf. He threw his tattered black cape over his shoulder and leered down at the two. The vulpines pressed back further against the wall under that terrible gaze. The kit embraced his mother tighter. The General strutted for a few paces and looked around the small cottage. His paws were kept comfortably behind his body the entire time. An evil smile came across his muzzle when he finally looked back at Marcel.

"Your love for your son and mate are more important than me? That's not what you I heard you say, Marcel. In fact, I remember specifically that you said just one of my body parts was more important to you than anything else in this world, including your precious family. You even pledged that you would murder your son to be with it again," the wolf chuckled when he mentioned Marcel's family. His eyes then met the vixen's while his paw squeezed his crotch. "Julia... is it? Do you know which part of my body your mate loved more than you?" he asked with an arrogant smirk.

The female just looked at her mate, horrified that she already knew. Marcel was sobbing in his black paws. Every word that was spoken was true. He thought they had just been passionate gestures of submission in his most heightened moments of lust. He thought when he finally did run that the wolf would never pursue him this far and hold him to those empty promises. The General stepped closer until he was so close his foul breath fell over the entire family. The air was so thick with his musk, it soon became all the foxes could smell. Again his maniacal laugh rang throughout the whole cottage . His large paw lifted up Marcel's chin until his eyes met the fox's. "Why don't you tell them?" the wolf whispered before giving his ear a little nibble.

"Go to hell you bastard!" Marcel screamed. There was only so much one could take. The fox's claws flew right at the wolf's face. The strike was too quick for even the General to counter. He felt the claws rake across his snout and tear into his flesh. These were the moments he lived for. True hatred and passion were felt in the pain Marcel caused. For a true soldier to be alive, he needed to feel pain. The force of the blow caught the wolf off guard, though he remained firmly rooted to the ground. Blood slowly trickled down his muzzle from three small gashes. The guards stepped forward, but held when the General's paw signaled them to stop. The wolf held his smirk and licked a drop of his blood as it reached his tongue.

"That was too fast for me to counter. You're every bit as deadly as I trained you to be. Too bad you're unarmed... and after all I taught you. Always keep something lethal within reach. You never know when your enemies will strike," the General said, with a touch of sarcasm. He turned and walked a few paces away. "Men! Separate and bind them, except for the kit. Then bring the males to the bedroom with me. Do whatever you want to the loving husband and wife, but one scratch on that kit's body will cost you your lives.

"Anything to the vixen sir...?" one of his guards, a fox as well, stepped up and asked. The General could see the lust in the young male's eyes. This one had quite the wild side, and it came to full fruition under the General's extensive training. The fox had shown him nothing but loyalty. The wolf sniffed the air to confirm his suspicions about the vixen. She was just coming into heat. Her womb was fertile. Another evil, toothy grin showed on his muzzle.

"Tajaka, you have been a fine soldier and servant to me. You have proved your loyalty beyond question. Tonight I award you for your service. I think you have proven your worth and are ready to become a father. Her womb is ripe, and it seems that Marcel has yet to impregnate her. Too bad for him. You men can have your fun tonight, but your seed, Tajaka, better only be spilt inside her belly. I need more soldiers under my command and any child of yours would make a fine servant," the wolf ordered with a chuckle. He knew that would be the ultimate humiliation for the vixen. Marcel was quick to react but this time his blow was caught, and he was easily knocked out with a quick elbow to the side of his head. Julia picked up her son and tried to flee, but there was nowhere to go. It was too late. The soldiers moved in.

Julia fought with all her heart, still it was not enough. After a long, tiresome struggle she was finally subdued and tied down to a table, though the men were not left unscathed from her relentless claws and teeth. And even after she was bound, she still fought courageously until the last bit of her strength had faded away. There was no way she was going to let this happen, yet had to somehow had to let it. The men had tied her arms and body down on the dining table. A lion's paw crept up her thigh and parted the lips of her pussy. The finger found her clit and rubbed until he got the instinctual reaction. Her sweet mound of flesh moistened with juices. The heavy, thick cock swaying between the lion's legs demanded no less. She screamed when his weight at last pressed on top of her. All she heard was his lustful laughter before his barbed cock pushed roughly inside.

Her scream was what awoke Marcel. His vision was blurry, and his head throbbed in pain. A tooth was wobbling loosely in his jaw. He remembered the elbow and nothing more. He must have been knocked out cold. "Mmm.....mmm....mmmph!" he tried to call her name but could not speak. Only muffled whimpering and the sound of the dinning room table rocking back and forth could be heard. "I'm afraid she can't hear you." It was the General's voice, but from where. Gradually his vision was returning. He could make out shapes on the bed. He didn't want to believe what was becoming clear.

What he saw terrified him to the core. The enormous wolf was sitting on his bed, completely free of his armor. All he had on was a loose fitting loincloth to cover his grotesque sheath. His heavy sac spilled out the fabric's sides onto the bed. Pulled in his lap and held tightly to his chest by the General's herculean arms was his son, shivering in fear. His cheeks were covered in tears. Marcel tried to throw his arms forward only to discover that they were tightly chained to the wall. His legs were tied together behind him, forcing him into a cross legged sitting position on his knees. Marcel wanted to cry out but his screams of hatred were all muffled. A huge gag had been stuffed in his muzzle.

"Such a fine son you have here Marcel. What's your name boy?" the General asked. His voice was softer this time, even somewhat soothing. One of his fingers gently stroked the kit's plush cheek. The little male shivered in fear.

"T.... T.... Tobias," the kit's voice quivered.

"Tobias. That is a very noble and beautiful name. You know your father was once a very brave warrior, but I'm afraid his ego got the better of him." The kit said nothing in response. He looked up at his struggling father, gagged and bound to the wall. The kit then looked up at the General with all the childish hate he could muster.

"Please mister, let my daddy go!" Tobias begged. He bravely sniffed up his tears and stared the wolf down. The General kept running his claws through the kit's soft head fur. The young fox could not have been any more adorable. His innocence and tenderness calmed the rage that always was burning inside the wolf. Already the General was quite impressed. Maybe he should keep this one.

The General sighed and hugged the kit closer. "Toby.... I'm afraid I need to tell you something about your father. He is... an evil, evil man. I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you of his deeds, but you must know. Your father is a murderer. I've seen him kill cute, little kits just like you in cold blood. I begged him to stop, but he was ruthless. His is nothing more than a sadistic, murderous traitor in the end. Did you know that when he was under my command, he constantly told me how much he hated you and wish you would just go away and leave him be, so me and him could finally be together forever? I'm afraid he was even planning on killing you one day. That's why I really came here... to stop him. He only ever thought of you as a burden."

Marcel shook his head and banged his arms against the wall. He tried to scream through his gag. The sight only made Tobias cry more. "I'm very sorry little Tobias. He never loved you. He's a coward who ran away from his pledge and was planning on running away from his family. Did you really think he would stay here much longer to face justice for all the crimes he had committed?" the General tried to deliver his message as soft as possible. Still the shock rattled the young kit as he watched his father scream and thrash in his chains.

"He broke the law and must be punished. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this," the General lowered his head in a fake gesture of empathy.

"I don't believe you! Daddy would never do something like that!" the kit yelled and suddenly broke free from the wolf's grasp. He sprang forward and hugged his father tightly. Tears ran from Marcel's eyes. The touch of his son was so comforting. Just then another loud scream came from across the house. The vixen had yet another load pumped inside her, this time by the fox. Her ripe eggs were well on the way to being fertilized. "Mommy!" the kit yelled and started to run toward the door. The wolf quickly grabbed the scruff on his neck and yanked him back in his lap.

"I'm afraid your mother was to abandon you too. She has broken the law as well by helping hide your father. That makes her just as evil. I know this must be hard for you little one. I know you must want to help your parents out very much. Listen Tobias, there is something in the law that allows you to save them, but I'm afraid you might not be brave enough. I doubt a weak fox could bear such a burden on his own," the wolf turned the kit so they were facing each other. The fear in the little male suddenly faded. No matter what the wolf said, he knew that his parents really loved him, and he would do anything to save them. How dare this bastard wolf tell him of his lack of courage!

"You promise to let them live?" Tobias tentatively asked. He would show this wolf that he was strong enough to take any of his challenges. His father tried to scream through his gag again and thrashed around in his binds. The fox knew what kind of trickery the General was capable of. The kit looked at his father again. "What do I have to do?" Tobias tentatively asked.

"All you have to do is take your father's place. I have yet to find a soldier as fine as your father, both on and off the battlefield. His service to me was nearly impeccable, but I'm afraid he never could stay loyal. In his heart he'll always be a traitor. I'm willing to believe that your loyalty will never falter young one. I'm offering you an amazing life Tobias. Become one of my guard and pledge your service to me. Everything you've ever dreamed of could be yours. You'll never have to worry about food or money... or a place to stay. I'd shower you with endless toys and gifts Tobias. You will be well cared for, but I warn you it is not the easiest of lives. Your.... training will be... hard," the wolf emphasized the last word and aimed a smirk at Marcel.

Tobias bawled his fists and stared back at his father. He was shaking his head and screaming through his gag. If only he could tell his son what the wolf really meant. He tried everything he could to discourage Tobias, though there were little options considering how he was bound. The kit thought his father was just being protective. Now it was time to protect his father.

"You have to promise you won't hurt my parents," the kit relented. "Promise!"

The wolf smiled and gently kissed the kit's forehead. One of his claws came up to tickle the black tip of the kit's fuzzy ear before he softly whispered into it. "I promise, but you have to promise me something as well." Tobias sniffed up a few of his tears before looking up at the giant wolf and nodding. The wolf smiled. He had the kit right where he wanted him. "Tobias.... I want you to promise me that you will, from this moment forward, serve my any wish, and that I will have personal ownership of your body."

The kit could not possible understand the full implications of what he was agreeing to. He was much too young. Most the those words floated over his head. While Marcel thrashed and groaned in his gag, Tobias bravely looked up in the wolf's eyes before speaking, "I promise." The wolf could not help but smile. The kit was even more gorgeous than his father. The tips of his ears, his paws, and his tail were all as black as the night forest, but unlike Marcel, the kit's whole underside was covered in thick, silky pure white fur, like his mother. And unlike his father's own battle scarred coat, the kit's fur was in perfect condition. There wasn't even so much as a scratch across the luscious, thick pelt. His father had kept him sheltered indeed.

"Oh the things I'm going to do to you little Tobias. You have such a beautiful body. I'm so glad it's mine now," the wolf said, directing his gaze at the struggling Marcel. His paw gripped the back of the kit's head tightly. The courage Tobias had felt earlier quickly dissipated. What had he done? "I want you to fully understand what you've promised me. In exchange for the lives of your parents, your body is no longer yours. Anything I want done to your body is going to be done because it belongs to me now. If I'm not fond of anything, I'll simply take it off." The wolf smirked as his eyes stared down between the kit's legs. He could already think of something he'd like to see this boy without.

Tobias immediately started crying. Marcel cried with him. He had made that same pledge and dared to run away. If only his son knew that the General would never stop his pursuit. "Now let my daddy go!" the kit yelled back at the wolf. There was childish anger in his voice. The wolf only chuckled. "Oh no no little Tobias. I'm not going to kill your father. That is all I promised. In fact, he's going to live with us. Won't that be exciting? And your mother, she'll be with us as well, and you know what's even better than that little Toby? You're soon going to have a lot of brothers and sisters to join you, and when your old enough, maybe I'll let you start making your own brothers and sisters."

The wolf's eyes seemed like pure evil to the kit. He tried to speak, but his voice only trembled in fear. All the words the wolf spoke were horrible. Instinctively his right paw swung hard at the wolf's side. The thick muscles made him feel like he was hitting an iron wall. The kit would not give up easily and kept his arms flailing until at last the wolf grabbed them both.

"Good, you will make an excellent fighter when you get older. I can already sense your great spirit, and in time that spirit will be bound to me. I'll use it and shape it to my will, and your father will be present during all our training," he said. He then threw the kit down on the bed and held him there with his large paw. His other paw reached between his legs and ripped off his loincloth. Marcel's eyes widened in horror. There was the General's massive sheath, and his heavy laden sac hanging low beneath. It's musky scent quickly rose to his nostrils. He was quite familiar with the monster hiding inside the cavernous opening and now feared for his son's life. That monster left him limping every time he took it. Even with his son's young age, the General was capable of anything.

The wolf turned toward the bed and let his eyes trail over the kit's body. The little fox was absolutely breathtaking. Tobias was sleek and fit, yet his flesh was soft and tender. It almost felt like his paws were melting into the little one every time he would touch him. The wolf was in conflict to train him as a warrior at all. He knew he wanted this soft body next to him for a long time to come. He could not bear the thought of it being hardened in battle. Even the kit's smell was so sweet and innocent, so much of a contrast to his own life of blood and sweat. When the wolf felt the little kit relax, he took his paw off. The young fox just laid there, too scared to move at all.

His mother's screams could no longer be heard. The only noise was Marcel's weeping and ragged breathing. The wolf was actually smiling when he looked down at the kit. Tobias was only becoming confused. At one moment he was deftly afraid, and the next he was being comforted by the same thing he was afraid of. "You're so beautiful Tobias. It looks like you have all the good traits of both your mother and father. Why your daddy would ever want to abandon you, I have no idea," the General's voice was calm. There was a hint of seduction in it.

Tobias said nothing. Not a word could escape his muzzle. The kit kept looking at his father and wondering if any of the things the wolf said were true. No they could not be! "You're lying! I know it! My father would never do anything like that!" the kit yelled furiously and tried to break free from the wolf's grip. The resistance drew only mild laughter from the General. His paw clamping down ended it when he made the little male cry out in pain. His father followed with a cry of his own a few moments later. Tears streamed down his face. He could not bear to see his son in such pain.

"Please stop. You're hurting me," the kit whimpered. The wolf only squeezed harder until the little male finally broke down and started crying with his father. "Please.... Please.... Please," he begged. Finally the wolf softened his grip. His face showed Tobias he was clearly angry with him.

"You must never raise your voice at me. You must always talk to me with respect. If you do not, I will hurt you and your father more than you could possibly imagine. Understand?" he demanded. The kit answered with a solemn nod. "Good, because I must do something to your body before it's officially my property." Marcel really started to thrash around now. He knew the exact words the wolf was going to say. He had seen it done over and over again to others, and he had experienced it first-hand.

"Tell me Tobias. How old are you?" the wolf asked. The way the kit was so sleek and luscious, he could have guessed eight.

"T...t...ten," the kit answered. His voice quivered with his body. The General smiled. The kit was older than he looked. There should be very little to worry about now. He was just old enough to start every aspect of his training. The wolf sensed a great power in this youngster.

"You're very young, but you are the right age to start your training. You should be proud. Any younger and you might not have been able to complete our bonding tonight. Now after tonight, I will have complete ownership of that body of yours. So you probably have never mated before, have you?" the wolf continued to prod. The kit shook his head. There weren't many vixens in the village near his age, nor did he even develop those kinds of attractions yet. Everything he knew about mating was here say and speculation. All of that was from his friends as well, who were just as young and inexperienced as he was. The General already knew the answer before Tobias could speak. He laughed before saying, "How very special it is that your father is here for your first time."

The kit became confused. "First time? What are you talking about?" the young fox asked. He sniffled up a few of his tears. Marcel thrashed in his chains. The look on his face was one of pure terror. He remembered not being able to walk at all the next few days when he first took the wolf, and he was 15. How could his son possibly handle such a monster?

"I'm going to fuck you Tobias, mate with you, bed you, have sex with you," the wolf stated bluntly. "I'm going to bury my cock inside your little body. Eventually my knot will grow and I'll shove that inside you as well, tying us together. Then I will fill you with my seed, and then I will own your body, just like I own your father's." The words made the kit tremble and his father cry harder. Tobias could sense that it was time to leave. In a instant the little kit jerked his body away from the strong grip of the wolf and made straight for the door. Marcel only knew that it would make things much more difficult for his son. Now the wolf would have no mercy.

Tobias never even made it to the doorway. In a flash, a strong paw gripped his nape and yanked him back on the bed, right next to the growling wolf. "Such insolence. You can not part me from my property unless allowed Tobias, and I think we've already been over this. Your body is my property!" the wolf sternly made his point. He wanted to physically punish the kit, but his body just looked too perfect to damage yet. Tobias nodded and sniffled up some tears. "Now I want to get a full look at my property. Tobias, take off your clothes for me. Do it slowly, and...." he paused. "Face your father. I want him to fully appreciate what I'm about to take from him."

The kit nodded again. He shook with terrible fright as he stepped down from the bed and faced his father. Marcel could see the fear in his son's eyes. He wanted to tell him to hold on, that everything would be all right. The gag prevented him from saying anything. Instead he only nodded to his son trying to encourage him to stay strong. Slowly Tobias lifted his shirt off. The wolf could already feel his arousal growing. One of his fingers traced through the kit's back fur. The silky feel tickled his palm and fed his lust. The kit's fur was softer than the finest silks he had ever felt and was thickly layered across his body. He could spend all day running his claws through it. The coat was a light shade of auburn, contrasting nicely with the white fluff on his chest.

The young fox's black paws trembled while he slid down his shorts and underwear beneath it. The sight of those supple curved hips made the tapered tip of the wolf's mammoth cock emerge from its sheath. Clear beads of pre formed and dribbled down the blood red length. The view was perfect.

The top half of the kit's rear was covered with the same silky auburn hair on his back, while the bottom half and the inside of his crotch were snow white like his chest. The plump flesh underneath his fur felt more tender than warm butter, and his rump was the finest the General had ever seen, two perfectly shaped little pillows of flesh. Then there was his tiny sheath. Even though the kit was not yet sexually mature, his white-furred sheath still resembled an infant's. His testicles were barely the size of marbles. The kit was a born female. Out of all the males and females he had been with, never before had he gazed upon such beauty. The small pink speck under his tail could hardly be seen. It was clear nothing had ever been inside this fox.

"Your son is very beautiful Marcel. I want to thank you for giving me such a fine creation. His body is almost like a perfect piece of clay that I can mold to my will. Thank you so much for your seed, Marcel. Out of all the things you've done for me, giving me your son is your greatest act of servitude," the General said smugly. He actually got up to kiss Marcel on the cheek before turning to look at the front of Tobias. The kit recoiled as his father thrashed around in his binds.

"Come here little one. I want your father to really see how beautiful his son is," the General ordered. He coaxed the kit up on the bed. His paws moved the young fox so he was bent over on its edge, right in front of his father. The wolf then lifted the kit's tail and exposed his entire rear. "You know I use to treat your father very well Tobias. I used to give him all sorts of gifts. You know I even gave him little kits like yourself. The way he abused them made me sick, but I really just wanted to make him happy. I'll never be as mean and cold as your father though Tobias. Everything I'm going to do to you is only going to make you better at your life's sole purpose... serving me, and that in turn, should make you happier." The wolf glared over at Marcel with a smirk. The kit moaned as the wolf's large paw gently traced over his rump. "What do you think Marcel? He has the sexiest ass I've ever seen. Why I bet you thought of fucking him more than once. If I had a son this gorgeous, I know I'd want to be the first to have him. Too bad I beat you to it."

Marcel growled through his gag. The wolf was at his sadistic best. The casualness of his torture was something Marcel feared the most. He never felt sorry for anyone and played with others emotions like they were toys. The wolf had probably set this up from the beginning. Tobias looked forward. He was too afraid to glance back. He was too afraid to see what the wolf was doing to his rear, even though he felt every grope. A gasp escaped his throat. The wolf had one of his claws teasing under his tail. The feeling was incredibly strange. It felt like a faint warm tickling sensation, one that he did not want to stop.

The smirk widened on the wolf's face. Marcel was giving him a look of murderous rage. The amusement knew no end for the General. The older fox's anger quickly turned back to fear. His son would be literally split apart. His large paw grabbed the kit's nape and lifted him up. He forced the young boy to look at his exposed crotch. "Tobias, I want you to meet your new master."

Tobias wanted to shut his eyes, but the horrid fascination forced him to look over every inch of that monster settled between the wolf's legs. Nothing the kit could have ever imagined could have been that big. The opening of the General's sheath was so wide that he nearly could fit his entire fist in it. He could see the blood red flesh swelling inside. The glistening tip was just peeking out. There was something else that shocked him as well. It was the smell, the pungent, putrid musk pouring out of the hole. Tobias coughed violently when the first wave hit him. There was too much for his young body to take. He reeled back.

"This cock has been worshiped by hundreds of individuals and enslaved just as many. It has broken bodies and wills, and it has help seed nearly a hundred bitches with my sons and daughters. Your father has pledged his life to its service, and now Tobias, it is your master as well," the wolf stated while rubbing his swelling sanguine cock. Part of the fat shaft had also emerged. The size frightened Tobias and made Marcel wince. He only prayed that his son's body would not be torn apart.

The kit tried to back away but was held in place by the General's strong paw. "I want your paw, which belongs to me so it's really my paw, to touch its new master," the General ordered with a smirk. He made sure he was angled so Marcel could get a full view of everything that was happening. At first Tobias was hesitant to do any such thing, but a painful yank from the wolf's paw made him comply. Slowly his paw went forward. He shut his eyes when it drew close enough to touch. Then he felt it, fiery hot and slick. The General gripped his paw and helped move his small fingers up its length, growing and growing with every second. Finally the kit's paw reached the top and felt something gooey and warm. A large drop of pre squished and stuck to the young fox's paw fur. Marcel watched in horror. The wolf made him do the same exact thing their first time together.

"Yes that's it boy. Feel your new master. From now on your life will be devoted to serving its every need," the wolf grinned wickedly. His paw continued to guide the kit's groping. Tobias felt his paw being forced to squeeze around the fiery cock. He felt the veins swell and become ridged. His fingers wouldn't even fit around the thick girth. Only moments later did tears once again stream down his cheeks. His eyes could be averted no further. The kit slowly turned around to look at the growing monster gripped in his little paw.

He was greeted by its throbbing, almost as if to say hi. Another heavy drop of pre slid down its length and soaked into the fur on the kit's paw. The General encouraged Tobias to stroke it liberally. Soon the wolf's paw lifted, and Toby was doing all the exploring on his own. His eyes lingered over the blood red cock and the dark purple veins crisscrossing its length. The General could only smile. He was greatly pleased. The fascination the kit had for his new master grew with every moment he attached himself to it. That was his true power over these foxes.

"You feel your new master. I've known few who could serve him so completely, yet I'm sure you're special. You will tonight young Tobias," the General whispered down to Tobias, while he stroked the little kit's chin, trying to calm him.

"So completely?" the kit asked, puzzled. The General moved the paw of Tobias down to the base of his cock. Though his knot was only slightly formed, it was still very prominent because of its massive size.

"You know what this is Tobias?" The kit shook his head in response. "This is your master's knot. When I put this inside you, I will be physically joined with my property.

The kit looked at it with disbelief. "What do you mean... inside me? That couldn't fit inside me!" Tobias shrunk back. He only had a feint understanding at what the wolf was hinting at.

The General chuckled before speaking, "Young Tobias, normally you'd be right. Not a lot of males, even females, can join with my body completely. But you see, your species is very exceptional. I've never met a fox, male or female, that my knot would not fit into. I'm beginning to think that all foxes were born for such a purpose. You know your father was the youngest ever to do such a thing. But now you will surpass your father," Marcel winced at the memory.

The shackled vulpine turned away when his son looked at him. He was too ashamed to acknowledge his deed, and he certainly wished to avoid seeing his son suffer the same fate. He just could not watch any longer. Marcel shut his eyes tightly and resigned not to open them. That was the only thing he could do to the wolf. He would try to not give the General the pleasure of having to witness his own son's enslavement.

The wolf's paw squeezed the kit's over his knot. Tobias felt the raw power generating from it. The veins bulged, and the flesh rippled. The length grew even more. Never could Tobias fathom fitting this inside his body. The kit took his paw away in dreadful fright. The soft fur on his paw was covered in sticky, gooey slime. As he shook it off, a large wad smacked his father right across his nose. Marcel remembered the scent all too well. The wolf selfishly laughed in amusement. "That's all you're going to get Marcel. By the end of this you're going to be wishing every moment that you were in your son's place," the wolf said.

A look of revelation then came across the General's face, something so evil, yet so perfect for him. Marcel would live the rest of his life only wanting the General. He would think of nothing more. One paw stroked the kit's head fur, while the other reached over and petted Marcel. "You... Marcel... your punishment for betraying me and your fellow soldiers..... You will never be allowed to spill your seed ever again for the rest of your life. I'll have the proper restraints applied tomorrow. I'll have to make sure that it is permanent. Even I don't want to take it off if one night if I'm feeling extra kind to you. In only a short time, you'll be mad with lust. You'll do whatever I say willingly, like you did once before, and every time I mount your son's cute, little rump, you're going to be a witness. Before long you'll be begging to be in his place, but mark my words traitor, you'll never take his place. Your son will be so much more than you ever achieved," the wolf growled during the last part of his statement. He then sternly looked at the kit with his fiery eyes. "You have already surpassed your father, Tobias. I feel that you're just not another fox. You're something special. You can be anything you want, and you can have anything you want. I can fulfill any desire you wish for little one. And even though he is your father, you'll come to understand that he's just a traitor and murderer. I hate to punish others, but sometimes it must be done."

Tobias looked back dumbfounded. The kit was so confused. One moment this wolf was like a stone cold killer, the next moment he was like a caring alpha sharing love for his pack. Toby then looked at his father. There was so much pain and exertion in his eyes. All his emotions had been pouring out since this had started. The kit didn't know what to do. Who wouldn't want their dreams to come true? Was his father really everything that the wolf said he was? Tobias's young mind felt defeated by the strange logic. Just then he heard another of his mother's screams.

"You can give me anything I want?" the kit smartly asked.

The wolf nodded. "Only if you let me give it to you. Your body is mine little Tobias, but your mind is yours, and I want to control that as well. Your mind, however, you will have to willing give to me. Know that I am superior to you in every way. By giving up complete control of your body and mind, by following my every command, by telling me anything I wish to know, by having the exact same desires that I do, that little fox.... is the ultimate gift of love you can give me. If you do that, then..... I can give you your own city if you wanted. I don't expect that to happen in one night, but I would very much like you to make a pledge for me, willingly."

The kit bravely nodded. Marcel shook on the wall with horror. Even though he understood the full torment of his punishment, his future did not distress him in the slightest. He cared only for his son, and now there was no way he could stop this from happening. The General was going to bury his cock inside Tobias, and he would be forced to watch. And even though he could close his eyes, he would still hear all his son's screams and cries.

Tobias cleared his throat to speak. "I..... promise to one day....... to let you control my mind, but if you can get me anything I want. I want you to let my mom go! She's done nothing. She wasn't even in your army. Let her go, or I swear when you're not looking I'll hurt myself..... real bad, and you won't want me no more." The kit had a look of fire in his eyes. His youthful pride made it evident to the General that Tobias would try something rash.

The wolf sighed. It looked as if this might be one concession he would have to make. Of course trickery was never out of the question. After all, she is bound to be carrying one of his future soldiers in her belly by now. Marcel looked up with hope. At least Julia would be ok he thought. The flash of hope quickly turned to despair. The wolf's paw was stroking through the velvety fur on his son's back.

"Raoul!" the General yelled to his guard. A nude horse came rushing in moments later and saluted the General. His flaccid cock swayed back and forth. There was slime and cum dripping off the end. Instinctively Tobias gripped the wolf tightly out of fear. That caused the lupine to smile and hug the young fox closer. He gave the horse a nod. "Let the vixen go," he ordered bluntly. The stallion was slightly shocked. The wolf had decided to make the concession. "But.... General..." the stallion stuttered.

"Raoul you stubborn fool. Why don't you tell our newest soldier the first rule of our little outfit," the wolf sternly ordered. The horse took a step back before answering. "Orders above life." The words were cold and rehearsed. No matter the stupidity or stubbornness of the stallion, that was a command etched deep in his very soul. They were certainly words that Tobias would never forget.

A few black fingers stroked through the fur on his cheek. Their coldness made the little kit shiver in fear. The General leered down with his scarred eye. "I want you to remember that Tobias, because obviously your father couldn't. Though I have a feeling, you will be better than your father ever was."

Marcel let his head hang down and sobbed helplessly. Julia would at least be safe, but what of his son? The wolf's scarred eye was glaring back at him when he looked up. "Now Tobias, tell your father the very first rule you just learned," the General couldn't help but chuckle when he spoke.

The young kit solemnly looked at his father. His eyes were filled with boldness. A choke came out as he first tried to speak. Eventually though the young kit was able to recite the saying. "Orders before life." The General enthusiastically hugged the young kit. The words sounded like they were coming from a true soldier. Next the wolf's tongue swirled through Tobias's ear. The sweet taste flooded his maw. Never before had he tasted skin so sweet. There was something so arousing about the young fox's willingness to comply.

"I need you Tobias," the wolf's paw slowly slid down in between the kit's legs. Fingers gently rubbed the immature sac, and eventually worked on coaxing out Tobias's tiny length. The kit had no idea what to think. Where was this mind-numbing pleasure coming from? What did it all mean? The wolf's large paw moved liberally around the adorable little sheath and eventually coaxed out its target. The tiny pink cock could not have been any cuter. The wolf squeezed the small length in between his fingers. Tobias shuddered in his lap.

"Does that make you feel special? That I, one of the most powerful figures in this land, should need you," the wolf said. His paw was still fondling Tobias's small cock. The little kit was unaware of how to deal with this mixture of emotions. What were these feelings coming from his crotch? Why was he enjoying them so much? Tobias was also wondering just what that thick stench hanging in the air was. The scent was intoxicating. Every time he inhaled, the scent became stronger.

Marcel knew exactly what the pungent aroma was, the General's powerful musk. Gradually he could see his son becoming drunk with it. His little body twitched and writhed from the General's touch. Giant claws stroked through the kit's chest, becoming lost under the thick, white coat. The wolf cooed in the little fox's ear and swirled his tongue inside every few moments. This was a special moment in his life. In only a minute the wolf's experienced fingers had the kit yipping from the building pleasure. Tobias did not know what was happening to his body. It felt incredible. What was the wolf doing to him?

All in one moment all the building pleasure reached a crescendo. The kit felt convulsions in his loins. His small cock spasmed in the wolf's paw, which would have been covered in his cum had he been older. The young fox was experiencing the very first orgasm of his life. Seeing the young fox's body move in its instinctual rhythm drove the General wild. No matter how big or small, young or old, male or female, all the vulpines were the same in that final moment of passion. Their bodies would lock up and contract, until their throats started making those sweet weak grunts.

All the pain and anguish that Tobias felt throughout this horrible ordeal vanished in that blinding moment of pleasure. For that time, his whole world was the wolf's paw stroking his little cock. The kit had no idea what was happening to him, he just knew that it felt incredible. Suddenly his muscles locked up and contracted on their own. Tobias felt like he had the hiccups when making those strange noises, and why was his crotch thrusting into the wolf's paw? Gradually the contractions slowed and the large paw was removed from his crotch. All at once the reality of the situation dawned on him, and a sinking feeling appeared deep in his gut. The kit, still quivering in pleasure, looked back up at the wolf, "What... what did you do to me?"

The General smiled. This one was so pure and innocent. Everything about mating had to be taught. The kit could truly become anything he wanted. "I made you have an orgasm young Tobias," the General said with a sweet smile. Marcel, however, was crying on the wall. His son was sure to always remember this moment with every climax he had. Tobias kept a firm grip on the wolf's fur. It was the only thing that made him feel secure. How could he make him feel so good? "Are you ready to give me your body now Tobias?" the wolf patiently asked.

"You hurt my mother," the kit whined. He did not want to give the wolf anything when he remembered that.

"I saved your mother. She was a condemned criminal. I let her go at the cost of my own reputation. You should be thanking me," the General responded. The kit only became angry at his own outmatched wits. The actions against his mother were completely unforgivable. That was all he could think of when he gazed up at the wolf. "So, young Tobias, I give you your first order. Lie down on your belly, with your legs hanging off the bed. I want your rear right in front of your father. He's going to witness me taking your sweet cherry away from him." The General then turned to Marcel with a smirk. "Why so mad Marcel? Did I beat you to it? Don't forget I know what you've done to other cubs just like him."

"My daddy would never hurt anybody!" Tobias defiantly yelled. Marcel shrunk back against the wall. The General was right. During his young years in the army he would resort to such ruthless pleasures. It was only in time he learned the errors of his ways. He wished his son did not ever have to see that side of him. No doubt the General would tell Tobias of all his past exploits. Soon his own son would be spitting on him at the will of the wolf. Marcel knew that's what the General wanted.

The wolf apparently did not like the outburst. He yanked back the kit's head and sneered. "Your father has hurt plenty of cubs. Some are even young soldiers in my army now. Who else would take them in? I was the only one who wanted to save them after your father used them for nothing but his own sick pleasures. Why..... just think Marcel.... I'm sure they're going to love seeing you again. It'll bring back a lot of old memories. You remember Sasha, that young otter boy you.... HM, disfigured in a certain area of his body." Marcel sighed and dropped his head. Such a foolish young bastard he use to be. The General turned back to Tobias. "You see Tobias, Sasha will visit him in a few days, and as they say, an eye for an eye..... or in this case." One of his fingers gestured to the kit's sac.

Tobias trembled in fear as the General continued, "Must I continue with tale after tale of your father's brutality before you believe me? Must I bring you witness after witness to divulge the horrors he is capable of? Now you see how evil your father is and why I must hold him prisoner. You saved his life. He should have been executed for his crimes. Now please Tobias. Follow your orders. Lie down like I asked. This will only make you stronger."

Tobias thought about resisting, but he had made a promise. The kit promised the General his body. He slowly climbed off the wolf's lap and laid on the bed with his small legs dangling over the edge. Marcel looked up. He saw his son's tiny pink pucker under all the luscious flesh and fur surrounding it. The sight probably would have aroused the older fox under different circumstances. In a way the wolf was right. Marcel knew his son was gorgeous and on more than one occasion had some wild fantasies. Though in his heart he could never do such a thing. Now his greatest enemy would be taking all that beauty for his own personal desires. Marcel finally just slumped his head down. He was completely defeated and could not bear to watch anymore.

A finger slowly crept its way under Tobias's bushy tail. Slow circles were traced around his tender opening, every few moments sneaking down to rub the kit's tiny sac. The wolf smiled hearing soft mewls coming from the young fox. In only a few moments the kit's cock was sure to be exposed again. "This feels good, doesn't it Tobias?" the General asked, snickering softly. The kit clenched his eyes and moaned. There was no way he could lie about the strange pleasure he felt. A warm and tingly feeling spread throughout his whole rear. Tobias could only whine and whimper in response.

The wolf licked his chops. Much like his father, Tobias responded to his touch in the same way. This little kit would be easy to manipulate. The wolf's paw reached underneath the kit. In less than a second, his paw grabbed the kit's immature cock and pulled it out in full view of his father. The pink length was already fully hard. The small walnut sized knot was clearly prominent. The wolf smiled again. The young fox was slightly more sensitive than his father, especially right under his tail. His finger pressed hard against the pink bud making Tobias yelp in surprise. Marcel winced when he saw his son's cock throb in pleasure. Quickly the horrified fox shut his eyes. The scene was too much for him to endure.

A few drops of drool sprinkled on Tobias's back. The wolf was growing hungry. Something about this kit stirred the wolf's deepest primal instincts. Few things in this world did. Only the darkest violence, or the most exquisite pleasures could awake such reptilian emotion. The General felt his eyes nearly bulging out. Slowly he was losing control of his body. Marcel's pathetic posturing leveled the wolf out somewhat. "He's not your son anymore Marcel. Tobias...." The wolf lifted the kit's chin with one of his claws. "I want you to tell Marcel who your real father is now." Tobias looked back at his real father. The older fox was shaking.

There was certain defeat in Marcel's eyes. The General had Tobias under his spell. The young kit was trembling in nerves. He knew what the wolf wanted him to say, and somehow there was now way he could resist his will. "You are my father," Tobias finally uttered to the wolf. Marcel broke down into tears. There was no reason left for him to live, and he knew the wolf would never give him the death he now so desired. The kit's words were all needed to bring the General back into his frenzy of lust. Loyalty, above all else, is what aroused him the most.

A large paw pressed on the kit's back and pinned him firmly to the bed. The General stood up. His monstrous cock bounced and flicked a heavy strand of pre right across Marcel's nose. The older fox knew that smell all to well. His sheath responded from the many memorable nights when that wolf would wrack his body with pleasure. Now Marcel wanted to hack and throw up. The humiliation from becoming aroused just from the wolf's musk made him feel worthless. The smell also instinctively made him glance back up. The General was standing behind his son. Tobias's plush rump was pressed firmly against the wolf's crotch. The thick, knotted cock was pointed downward and nestled snugly in between his plush cheeks. A steady stream of pre was soaking into his fur, as well as the sheets.

The wolf kept Tobias securely pinned, while his other paw drifted down to his own cock. He dragged the tip up the crack until the slimy mixture spewing from it was soaking right under the kit's tail. The tiny, pink bud started to glisten with pre. The view only aroused the wolf even more. This kit was sure to be the tightest creature ever to grip his cock, and he would need all the help he could get. Soon he hoped not to have to wait at all when mounting this young fox. The General smirked at Marcel. The older fox was unable to look away, drawn on by a horrid fascination.

"Are you ready Tobias... ready to finally give your life to me?" the wolf asked. He kept the tapered tip of his cock right on the kit's tail-hole. Steady squirts of the lupine's slimy pre prepped the young fox's cherry for what was to come.

The little fox only looked back at the General and nodded. The notion made him feel sick to his stomach. The General looked displeased. "You realize the moment this cock enters you that there is no going back. I will own you, control you, make you into whatever I wish, whether it's my mate, or a whore to please everyone of my soldiers. If I tire of you, or you disappoint me Tobias, that's exactly what will happen. You will have to work hard to please me." The wolf had no intention of tiring of this one anytime soon, though. The kit had so much potential.

Tobias had long since gone too far. There was no way back. He had already pledged his loyalty and disavowed his own father. If only he had an idea of the pain that was to come. The kit turned back once more. He couldn't help but glance at his broken father. The feeling in his stomach worsened. "I'm ready," he said, trying his best to hide the disgust in his voice. The kit knew he had made the wrong decision.

The wolf's trembling loins could be held back no longer. The tapered tip of his gigantic cock started to spread open the kit's tail-hole. The kit's resistance was great, but the General's magnificent piece of flesh was not to be denied entry. Slowly the light pink bud, stretched and stretched. Tobias's tail-hole gradually gave way. The kit screamed at the top of his lungs when the first inch slipped in. The pain was something he did not, and could not, have expected. The searing, throbbing horrible pain that was coming from his rear made reality come crashing down on him. How could he agree to this? More of the wolf's massive cock slid nearly effortlessly in. Such a majestic piece of flesh would undoubtedly push through any resistance it met. Tobias was his.

Time slowed down for the wolf. His cock had never claimed such a treasure as this. How could someone this young possibly take him? Just how far could his cock go? Would his knot even begin to go inside? The decadent and heavenly pleasure that surrounded his cock made the wolf forget all of those worries. The silky, warm insides gripped his length like nothing ever had. The flesh seemed to ripple and writhe itself around his cock. The little kit was so tight that the wolf's cock already felt trapped within his body. The wolf tried to withdraw his hips a little but the suction drew him further inside. Amazingly this kit was pulling him in. The General could not believe it. His vision was almost blind with pleasure. This fox was born to be rutted. Impatient and filled with lust, the wolf drove the rest of his cock inside the kit in one swift motion. He would not be denied access to any part of his property. Tobias let out another blood-curdling scream. Nothing had ever hurt like this.

The General panted and struggled to keep from collapsing on top of the kit. His paw harshly squeezed the base of the fox's tail. He could see the little one crying in pain. A strange feeling arose inside him. For the first time in a long time he felt sorrow and guilt. He felt bad for how he was hurting the kit. The strange feelings were fleeting and passed in only a few short moments in the face of such tremendous pleasure. However, the moment was quite significant for the General. It's importance would be lost for now.

Marcel looked down and kept his eyes shut. The screaming was horrible enough to hear. It was the same scream that he released when that cock first plunged inside his body. The thought of his son enduring the same fate made him open his eyes. The first thing he saw was the wolf's heavy sac pressed firmly against his son's much smaller one. Marcel needed to see his boy's face. He jerked his head around. What he saw broke his heart. Tobias was crying and in pain. Nothing hurt the fox more than seeing his own son in such agony. All his tears had been shed. There was nothing more he could do.

The broken down fox shut his eyes tightly and slumped over. Only one thought kept him going now. He was going to kill the General. One way or another, he was going to kill the General. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week, maybe not for years to come, but one day he would kill the General. The torture and isolation had to be endured. That would be the only thought that would keep him alive, keep him from giving up completely. No matter how long it took, or what he had to go through, one day that wolf's blood would stain his paws forever. Only then could he have any type of peace.

Tobias cringed and squirmed on the bed. There was a deep pain in his gut. The wolf's cock felt like it was running through his whole belly. How could he have possible fit that monster inside him? The kit's flesh enveloped the wolf's cock so completely that each time the cock pulsed the kit felt it in every little detail. Tobias would never forget this. The pain was so great now that his entire rear was going numb. The young fox pounded the bed with his paws in frustration. "Please take it out!" he screamed. "It hurts so much!"

The wolf chuckled. Normally he would have been fully pounding his bitch into oblivion by now. This, however, was certainly no ordinary bitch. The incredible feeling surrounding his cock kept him right where he was. The wolf even wondered if he could climax from just staying still. The pleasure was just that great. Already he was thinking of when he could mount this kit again. Tobias hacked and choked. The soft fur on his cheeks were soaked in tears.

The General took a deep breath and looked back toward Marcel. A malicious laughed followed. The older fox had been watching the whole thing. Though he tried to keep his eyes closed, he also needed to see his son. The wolf smirked when he caught on. Marcel was going to learn to love watching this scene. This would be the only time he would ever get to see his son, with a cock under his tail. Ever so slowly the wolf drew his hips back. The pleasure was mind-numbing. How could something feel this good? Right away he gave into his instincts and thrusted back inside. This continued for several more short thrusts. Tobias cringed and whimpered with each of them.

The wolf felt his knot growing already. This kit was something else. Though nowhere near its full size, the gargantuan knob of flesh was already bigger than a normal canine's. Marcel shut his eyes again. The only thing he could picture is how swollen it eventually became. The only thing he could feel was his remembrance of how that piece of flesh nearly tore him in two every time he took it. He lurched forward against his binds. Why was this happening? He opened his eyes again, trying to see his son's face and see if he was alright. Instead all he saw was the General's cock sliding into his boy's absurdly stretched tail-hole. There was a loud slurping noise every time Tobias sucked him back in, and that's exactly what his son was doing. The pressure and suction around the General's cock were tremendous.

Tobias wished for anything to make that burning pain go away. Instead it just got worse. The wolf was slamming his hips up against the kit. He wanted so desperately to bury his knot in once and for all. He wanted to bury it so deep that he would be stuck to the kit for hours. Claws painfully raked down Tobias's back. The young fox growled in pain. The General felt his knees weaken. Nothing had ever drew him faster toward his climax. The wolf had to have him know. "Young Tobias..." his breathing and voice were ragged.

A large paw locked around the base of the kit's tail and yanked hard. The wolf's muzzle drew close to Tobias's ear. "You're mine!" he exclaimed. With one vicious, powerful thrust the General claimed his new soldier. The fox's life was his, and that enormous piece of flesh that was swelling on the end of his cock was now being tightly squeezed within the confines of his new property. The General nearly went blind from pleasure. Was his cock being clamped off inside the kit? It was that tight.

Marcel had to look up. His son let loose a terrifying scream to accompany the wolf's shrieks of ecstasy. The General's sheath was pressed right up against his son's bright red tail-hole. Just a little sliver of blood red cock rested outside. Marcel also saw the absurd bulging outline from part of the wolf's knot under his son's tail. However he couldn't see his boy's face, and that was what was distressing him the most. Then in horror, he watched the wolf's heavy, laden sac rear up and contract. Marcel witnessed his son being filled with cum for the first time in his life. The older fox knew how much the General could release. Would his son be able to hold such a load? The worry felt like it was ripping his heart out.

The kit felt a strange warm feeling throughout his belly. The change from the intense pain was soothing in a way, but it made him full, and he was becoming fuller by the moment. With every new spurt from the wolf's cock that was pumped inside, Tobias was becoming unsure of how much more he could handle. His flat little belly even swelled slighty under the pressure. "Please take it out! It's too big! I can't take it anymore," the kit whined and pled.

The pathetic begging was very sweet sounding to the General. His hips were still rutting up into the fox. This climax would surely last a long while, and there was not a moment that his cock would ever stop shooting thick wads of cum inside Tobias. This kit had much to learn, including about the canine anatomy. The wolf would surely be stuck for hours. In the meantime, his sac was still rearing up and shooting cum inside Tobias. Marcel looked down and began to weep again. That was it. Tobias was now officially the General's property.

"Please take it out!" Tobias screamed in agony. The wolf shoved the kit's head down with a firm paw.

"Time to be a man, soldier, and time for another lesson. When the cock of a canine, much like yourself and I, become erect they form a large swelling at the base. It is called a knot. It is meant to keep the male inside his bitch to insure impregnation. Right now my knot is inside you. Right now you are my bitch young one. So until the swelling goes down, there is no way I can take my cock out of you, even if with all my heart I wanted to," the wolf bluntly explained. Streams of his cum continued to fill the little kit. The gargantuan knob of flesh sealed it all inside.

That was the last thing Tobias wanted to hear. His paws were squeezing the hell out of the bed sheets. How was he suppose to keep taking this? Nothing had ever hurt like this, and he felt so bloated he swore he was going to burst. He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything to take his mind off the pain. He thought of his mother finally being freed, and how all this was for her. He had to endure for her. The kit's breathing slowly became more paced, as he learned to lessen the hurt with his mind. A paw stroked through the fur on his head. This was all just another lesson, and Tobias was completely unaware of it.

Waves of intense pleasure continued to wash over the General. His loins were on fire. No one had ever weakened him like his. He made sure the soft pile of fur was cuddled closely against his chest. Tobias was just whimpering and trying his hardest to ride out the pain. The throbbing was eventually becoming numb. Being so full and bloated was what was bothering the kit now. Each new spurt landed deep inside his belly and added to the growing pool of the wolf's seed.

Marcel sobbed with his head down. This had been the worst day of his life. No father should ever have to endure what he just went through. There was only the faint hope of revenge deep in his heart. That was the only thing he had left to live for. His son had been taken from him by his worst enemy. He knew of all the wolf's training. This night would seem like heaven compared for what the bastard lupine had in store. One day, he promised himself. One day he would strike the General down and end his campaign of misery.

Tobias shivered in the wolf's embrace. Cold and numbness ran through his body. His stretched belly ached tremendously. The kit was finding comfort and warmth in those smothering thick arms, despite having all this done to him by their owner. Those arms lifted him up, and the two bodies shifted so the General was sitting upright on the edge of the bed with the kit firmly in his lap. Gradually his sac starting releasing the last of his load. It was of great relief to Tobias, who did not know how much more he could handle. As they sat up he even felt the great load sloshing around inside his tiny body. They both stared down at Marcel.

"You're all mine now Tobias. You have such tremendous spirit and potential. Why by the time you're an adult you could quite possibly be my chief commander. You could own anything you want young soldier," the wolf said while still petting through his fur. Finally his cock had stopped pulsing and spilling cum into the kit. The only thing left was a long and arduous wait for the swelling to go down, and in these tight confines there was no telling how long that would take. Either way, he did not have time to wait.

The General wrapped the kit up tightly using the large blanket from the bed. Just his small head stuck out. Tobias was much to dazed to do anything. He felt exhausted. He was struggling to keep his eyes open. The wolf, however, had a hard time walking. This kit was so tight, he just wanted to lay him down again and keep rolling his hips. He swore he could cum again and again inside this heavenly tightness. There would be plenty of time for that back at the fort, though. The men should be pleased to see such a fine, young fox join their ranks. "Lock him up and keep him gagged. Give him a little water before, but only if he begs for it," the General ordered one of his soldiers when he walked out of the bedroom.

"Yes sir," was the immediate reply. Two men went in to get Marcel. He was too dejected to try and even put up a fight.

The kit was snug in his arms with the blanket covering them both. The wolf looked down. It had all been too much. Tobias was asleep. The wolf's muzzle drew close to his tiny, fuzzy ear. "You're so precious. I think I can grow to love you little soldier. Are you the one? Are you the one who's going to make me feel that elusive emotion. Only time will tell, but may your loyalty never falter," he whispered. He knew the kit could not hear him, but had to impart his only hope. It was naive. The wolf knew that with all the people he had hurt, and how he was hurting the little kit right now, that nobody would ever love him. With one last sigh he led his men out of the cottage. Marcel was being carried behind. Tobias was asleep in his arms, waiting for his new life to begin.

The End