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"'Please don't take my balls!" Mark begged as Draas roughly pulled his sack down.

"I thought you wanted to be the best? That kind of deal comes at a price, in this case your two puppy makers. Now shut up and let me do this the easy way, and you can keep some of your pride!"

Turning his attention back to the full sack in his hand, Draas began to chant in a gutteral tongue, still pulling harder and harder on the whimpering wolf's jewels, until eventually there was a sharp pop and Mark's nut's dissappeared, leaving behind a floppy embarrassment of a sack.

Mark began sobbing openly, until Draas sharply bitch-slapped him.

"Quit your sobbing, I left you with your sack didn't I? at least you can get a pair of marbles to fill you out a bit, though I don't see why you'd want to, might as well let whoever's taking your ass know that you're a useless little nullo," Draas shouted venomously, then suddenly he smiled, "You wanna know where your balls went?.. Well, they're in a glass jar, about two feet from your daddy's left hand!"

With that he picked Mark up bodily and tossed him out of his office, the door sinking into brickwork as if it had never existed. Mark gave a hoarse cry and frantically patted the space where the door had been, but it was hopeless. Eventually he gave up and turned to go home...

LATER

Mark carefully opened the front door, trying not to disturb his dad Frank, who was bound to be working in his study by now. Before he even got the door fully open however, he heard his father shout from inside the study,

"Mark, get your ass in here, NOW!"

Head low and tail between his legs, Mark shuffled into his fathers study, very concious of the missing weight between his legs. As soon as he entered the large room, he was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and hauled in front of the massive oak desk that took up nearly a full third of the floor space. On it was something both completely alien, and instantly recognisable.

Mark's nuts, in a jar, on his dad's desk.

"You gave up your fucking balls for TALENT! So you could be a fucking wrestler! What the fuck is wrong with you? What fucking convinced you to make a deal with a demon instead of, you know, TRAINING!"

With that Frank flipped his son around and quickly undid the smaller wolf's belt, letting his trousers drop to the floor and tearing of his boxers easily, leaving Mark standing there with his empty sack clearly visible. Seeing the look on his father's face, Mark started crying as he began telling his dad the full story. As the older wolf took in the tale, his face only became more and more distressed. Not only was he enraged by his son's stupidity, but by the demon who'd tricked him; he also felt fear thinking of the consequences, if any other local wolf, or any fur at all, discovered Mark had been nutted. He was left with only two options in the end, follow proper procedure and leave his son to be taken by the feral dogs, where he'd be relegated to less than a breeding bitch, or claim Mark as his own bitch.

"I can't fix this, You realise that right?" Frank said, no longer shouting, but instead speaking with cold condensed rage. Mark's eyes widened as he realised what his father meant. He flinched as the burly wolf reached for his top.

"Dad, Please don't!" Mark begged as his father roughly ripped his shirt off, pulling Mark to his knees at the same time. With his disgraced son now entirely exposed, Frank unzipped the fly of his heavy, dust covered jeans and let his thick cock flop out. It only took the lightest push to start the steaming stream of his piss, which he allowed to pour over the former alpha to be's face, sinking into Mark's fur and dripping down over his shoulders and back, forever marking him as Frank's bitch. After what seemed like an eternity to Mark, his father's hot stream eventually subsided, leaving him steaming in the near silence as his enraged father contemplated his next action.

"Bend over," Frank said quietly, but with the authority that came from years of being the alpha wolf. Almost unconciously, Mark got down on all fours, tail raised, displaying his empty sack and cum dripping anus for the world to see. Not even bothering to prepare his unerect wolf prick, Frank grabbed Mark's tail and slid his floppy wolf dick into Mark's already lubed ass. Mark hissed as his raw tunnel was spread open once again, his father's cock already nearly as thick as Draas's had been, despite being completly unaroused, although a minute of steady thrusts soon began to remedy that. Once his cock began hardening, Frank started fucking Mark for real, hips slapping together loudly enough to be heard outside the front door.

Frank pistoned his hips, slamming his growing nine inches of thick, slimy wolf cock in and out of Mark's coal mine, using his son like a life-sized cocksleeve. Mark's empty sack flapped underneath him, still dripping his father's bitter smelling piss, as well as Frank's precum that was now flowing freely from Mark's bitch tunnel.

"You aren't even worth my cock anymore, you know that? No other wolf would stoop so low as to put his pride in the ass of someone who wasn't even a proper man. If you weren't my son I'd toss you straight to the ferals and let them use you!" Frank shouted, still pounding away at Mark's gaping hole, his fully inflated knot finally slipping inside his son.

Mark, for the first time since losing his balls, counted himself lucky; because he knew his father was telling the truth. Had Frank been any less of a loving parent, Mark would've been left out for the feral dogs to find, and inevitably, rape. This way at least he got to live inside and get fucked by a slightly more gentle, and definitely undiseased, prick.

Frank came almost without warning. His short, butt-bruising thrusts suddenly stopped as he grabbed Mark's thick hips and slammed into him one final time before letting loose a barrage of virile wolf cum, his massive knot locking each and every creamy drop inside Mark's hole. Despite his age, Frank was still well within his prime, and this was reflected in the sheer volume of baby batter that he pumped into his son.

Despite no longer having balls, Mark had enough hormones left in his body for his cock to be fully hard and knotted as his father shot load after load of hot jizz into his ass. He'd even shot a few strings of clear prostate juice across the carpet in a sad mockery of an orgasm. By the time Frank's knot began to deflate, nearly twenty minutes later, Mark's stomach had become so bloated it almost looked as though he was pregnant with a full litter of pups.

Once he had shrunk enough, Frank yanked his dick out of Mark's sopping hole, wiping it in one of the small patches of fur that wasn't drenched in some liquid or another.

"Now get yourself up to my bed, and be waiting for me. I gotta go sort some shit out," Frank said gruffly, zipping up the soaked front of his jeans. Mark crawled out of the study, unable to trust his legs well enough to stand. Once he made it out into the hallway, he tried to stand but quickly fell over as his legs gave out underneath him. He cursed quietly and began crawling towards his father's room, gushing hot cum all the way.

ONE MONTH LATER

Mark's jaw was beginning to lock up, but he forced himself to keep sucking on the thick wolf dick in his mouth. If his father felt him slack for even a second his ass would be free game for everyone else in the room, which was half his father's construction crew and their sons. Which wasn't as bad as it might have been, seen as most of the crew were wolves and they wouldn't bother fucking a neutered wolf, they just pissed on him when it was their turn, although their sons took every opportunity they could to mark the ex-alpha to be as their bitch. And then again, Vic's bullcock and Jack's stallion dick had become well aquainted with Mark's hole over the last few weeks of bitch training, and each session left Mark raw and unable to sit down for a day or two afterwards. Not that he did much sitting. Mostly he had to kneel beside wherever his father was sitting, ready and waiting to service the older wolf if he was signalled.

At night he even got to sleep in a proper bed. Granted it was his father's and the burly wolf also insisted on tieing with him each and every night. Which meant he fell asleep with a stomach distended from his father's abnormally large dick and equally large load swimming around his bowels, lulling him into unconciousness with it's warmth.

So here he was, bloated cock in his mouth, ready to pump another sackful of sperm into him, while his own balls floated in a jar on his father's bookshelf and a roomful of men sat with their dicks out, waiting for him to give anything but the best to the dick that had sired him.

But the last few weeks had taught Mark a few things, and blowjobs were certainly on that list. He even managed to time his papa wolf's orgasm with the end of the match, allowing the old canine to bask in the glory of a win in post orgasmic bliss. The coup de grace? He even managed to let his dad tie with his mouth without a hint of teeth. Of course now he had nearing eleven inches of wolf cock pumping a gallonous load of cum down his throat while his already aching jaw was wedged open by a grapefruit sized knot.

He was distracted from his congratulatory reverie by a sudden resurgence in cheering somewhere by the door. Unable to turn and look, he could only guess at what was happening. But from the leer on his father's face, he could guess that it was something specifically for Mark.

Then he heard it, the waist high yip. The specific rhythmic clacking that heralded only one thing. A Feral. It quickly was brought into Mark's view so he could study his father's new pet. The beast was admitedly magnificent. A dark grey coat with and almost silver underbelly. Luminous yellow eyes, and a perfectly shaped muzzle. Mark's eyes widened when he saw the size of the creature's sack. Each one of the wolf's balls were easily two inches across, nearly twice the size of Mark's. A number of men noticed this and the jar was held down for comparison, Mark's pair looking extra pitiful without their sack to help fudge the size.

A voice from somewhere behind him began regalling his father, and by extension Mark, with the story behind aquiring such a beast.

"So Greg and I were upstate last week on our annual camping trip when we hear about a wolf that's been brought in of at Riverstead. Turns out this little guy got separated from his pack when he was young, and grew up without anyone here knowing. As you can see, he knows as well as you do that there aren't any other wild wolves roaming around so he's been getting pent up for the past few years. Greg pulled his rangers badge and BAM, we've got you a breeder to go with your bitch, so now little Marky can get filled when you're too busy to deal with her insatiable appetite for cock,"

The story was met with applause and Mark's well-used ass recieved a few well-placed slaps

Mark couldn't even move to get away as they brought the feral closer, what with his dad's knot locking his jaw into place. Frank rubbed the side of Mark's face as the wolf began sniffing around the neutered teens ass and empty sack, no doubt smelling the remains of twenty or so men's cum and piss. Without any hesitation the wolf began slurping at Mark's wet ass, licking up the remains of the load his father had pumped into his boy cunt that morning. Mark stifled a moan as the crowd around him began make racous remarks and the feral's tongue reached deeper and deeper into him, gently massaging his abused tunnel.

When the wolf's tongue was pulled out, Mark shivered at the odd chill the dug straight into his core. However the feeling was only fleeting as the wolf instantly leapt onto Mark's back, paws locked around his waist, thrusting wildly until it's red slick cock shot into Mark's gaping hole.

The room filled with laughter as Mark howled around his dad's knot, the wolf's cock felt exactly like his father's, and hit him in all the same places, hammering into his prostate hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make his floppy dick seep clear useless pre and poke just the tiniest bit out of his sheath. It was the closest he'd ever get to an erection from now on.

And he loved it, he loved every fucking second of it. He loved the burning embarrassment, the lewd looks he got in the locker room as the rest of his class saw his empty sack and useless dick, the feeling of real men pissing on him. He even loved the feral wolf that was showing him his place, fucking him into near servitude.

He loved riding his father's dick until the older wolf howled and held him close, falling asleep as that massive cock pumped gallons of sperm into him, the likes of which he'd never make again.

Frank knew it too, he could see it in his son's eyes. He knew that the small wolf would be achingly hard right now if he only could be. He felt it in every slight tension along the boys jawline as he swallowed every drop of his potent semen. He couldn't help but love the sick little bastard, especially since turning Mark into his bitch had earned him the fearful respect of every other wolf pack this side of the Atlantic. Frank noticed that a number of people were recording his new pet's "maiden voyage" and he made a mental note to get a dvd burned. No doubt the little fag would enjoy that present. His musing were distracted as his son once again howled around his sensitive cock, and an audible pop heralded the poor orphan's first time. The crowd cheered again, and Frank and Mark shared a long look, both knowing instantly that this was to be a regular occurence.

As for a heir? Well, it's not as if Frank was without the tools to make one.

END