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If You Make a Wolf a Slave Part 4: You Have to Push Him

The next day, Ethan was sound asleep on the couch when he felt someone shaking him. He opened his eyes to find his Master, Luther, standing above him and holding a leash.

"Breakfast Slave", he spoke as he hooked the leash to Ethan's collar.

The wolf slowly got up and followed his Master to the kitchen. Ethan could smell the food from the living room. He started to drool as they got closer. Ethan was about to take a seat at the table when he felt a hard tug on his leash. He looked up to see Luther shaking his head.

"Not here," said Luther. He pointed to a corner that had newspapers sprawled on the floor.

Ethan did as he was told, crawling to his spot. "My apologies, Master."

"Did I say you could speak?" Luther replied, his demeanor had changed from yesterday.

Ethan shook his head. He looked at the floor, cursing himself for forgetting what Luther had told him yesterday night.

During last night's dinner, Luther had given Ethan a rundown of how tomorrow would go. He showed the wolf the spot where he would wait to receive his meal and how he should behave himself. He was told not to speak unless asked to. If he did wish to speak, he was to ask permission first.

In less than a minute, Ethan had disobeyed twice. This wasn't going well.

Luther prepared Ethan's meal: dry cereal and a bowl of water. After setting it down, Luther eyed Ethan, seeming to expect something in return. The wolf paused and then bowed. Luther placed a claw on Ethan's head, ruffling his fur. This meant that Ethan could now eat.

Ethan dug in, without using his hands. "At least I remembered that" he thought to himself.

Luther began to get his breakfast and sat down at the table. Master and slave ate in silence until both were finished.

After cleaning the dishes, Luther took Ethan's leash and led him back to the living room. The croc sat down on the couch, taking off his boots and setting them aside. Ethan sat by his Master.

"Slave, your Master requires a foot massage," Luther said as he pulled off his socks.

Ethan nodded and waited for his Master to put his feet on the table. The wolf took the right foot in his paw and began. The crocodile sighed, leaning back in his seat.

Several minutes later, Ethan switched to the other foot. He looked over to Luther and saw that he was asleep. The wolf shrugged and continued.

Ethan stopped suddenly. He needed to use the bathroom, now. He looked over to his Master, questions shooting into his mind.

"Should I wake him and ask to use the bathroom?" Ethan thought to himself. "But what if he gets mad because I woke him? And what about his massage? Am I supposed to keep going until he wakes up?"

The wolf was getting distraught. He needed to pee badly. And his Master wouldn't be happy if he made a mess on the floor.

Ethan closed his eyes. He was getting more and more stressed out as each second passed. He wished Luther would just wake up so he didn't have to make a choice.

With no other option, Ethan stood up and made his way to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and wasted no time in emptying his bladder. It was such a relief. He had finished and was about to flush when the door swung open. Ethan spun around and feared the worst.

Luther was standing in the doorway, his arms folded against his chest. The look on his face spoke for itself.

"What in the hell are you doing, slave!?" his voice reaching a tone that Ethan thought he would never hear.

Ethan stood frozen until he kneeled and hung his head.

"Master, per......"

"No! I am talking now. You left my side without my permission. Did I say you could leave? What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Well Master, I needed to use the bathroom.....and...and you were asleep. I did not want to wake you, but I didn't want to.....well....go on the floor. I am truly sorry."

The croc shook his head. "And yet you still disobeyed your Master. You will be punished. I believe a spanking will suffice for now."

Ethan looked up. "Master, permission to speak?"

Luther nodded.

"With all due respect, sir. You told me that we would hold off on anything related to pain. You said we would take this slow."

"Yes I told you I would take it slow. And yes I said we'd hold off, until the time comes. And now is that time. And before you say something else, I did say I wouldn't make you do anything that made you uncomfortable. Yet, just yesterday you stayed in bondage for three hours. Now you can't tell me that was not uncomfortable for you."

Ethan thought for a moment. To be fair, the bondage was uncomfortable. And he was fine with it happening in the first place.

But what bothered Ethan the most was the situation he was put in. Either way, he would have been in trouble. There was no way he could have held it in until his Master woke up, whenever that would have happened. How was he to handle something like that?

Luther shut the door behind him. "Enough talk. Your punishment will begin now."

The croc moved to the toilet, flushing it before he sat down. He motioned for Ethan.

The wolf did as he was told, lying down on his Master's lap, his butt exposed.

Without a warning, Luther smacked the wolf's ass with one claw. Ethan yelped and jumped a bit. But he stayed in place. The smacks came again and again, each one feeling harder than the previous.

Ethan started to get used to the pain. But he found himself seething with anger.

Luther lied to him. He said they wouldn't go to pain so quickly in the training. And yet here he was getting hurt.

Ethan's mind kept going back to that moment of complete stress. "What the hell was I supposed to do!?" he thought to himself. "I was between a rock and a hard place. Either way, I would have ended up pissing him off. This is complete and utter bullshit!"

The spanking ended after about ten minutes. Ethan's butt was red and sore. He moved off of Luther's lap and kneeled.

Luther clasped his claws together. "Now that that's over with, we shall continue with our day."

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By the end of the day, Ethan was tired and drained. He spent a good hour being a footstool for his Master, then cleaned his boots with his tongue, spent time in bondage in the basement, and was locked in his rubber suit until dinner.

Ethan dared not to speak during mealtime. He was afraid he would snap at Luther and everything would go to shit.

After dinner, Luther led Ethan to his cage, located in the croc's bedroom. He closed the door behind the wolf. He pulled a duffel bag from under his bed and set it next to the cage. He stood up and spoke:

"Slave, I'm afraid after today's events, I don't think you've earned the privilege of sleeping in the same room as me. I will be sleeping in the guest room instead. Good night. Tomorrow is another day."

He left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Ethan laid down, making sure not to sit on his rump. Again, he thought about his life as a slave.

It was still nothing like he imagined. And now he was beginning to wonder if this was what he really wanted. Luther's behavior as a Master was not what Ethan expected. It took him by surprise.

He shifted his legs a bit and his foot hit the door. He was surprised to hear the door slowly creak open. He sat up, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. But the door was open.

Ethan looked over to the duffel bag. He wondered why Luther had simply left it there without any explanation. Reaching forward, he grabbed the bag and carefully unzipped it. Inside were all of his clothes, his shoes, and his wallet. Everything he brought with him when he first decided to join Luther.

The wolf didn't understand what was going on. Was this a sign from Luther, telling Ethan that he should just go? Or was it a trick so that Ethan would get caught and punished yet again?

"I could leave," Ethan thought. "There's nothing stopping me from leaving. If I don't like where I am, then I should go."

But he remembered the last time these thoughts crossed his mind. It was during his parent's funeral. He didn't like where he was or what was going on at the time. Nothing was preventing him from leaving, so he did. And look where he was now: facing another struggle and choosing to leave again.

A tear rolled down Ethan's cheek. He hadn't cried since he received the call about his parents' death. He hadn't even cried during the funeral. Yet his eyes were starting to water.

He had refused to accept what was going on around him back then. He didn't want to face the reality that his parents were dead. To escape his pain, he ran away from it.

Ethan cried for the first time in a long time. He didn't want to make a lot of noise, but he couldn't help it. More and more tears fell from his cheeks.

After a few minutes, Ethan calmed himself. Wiping his eyes he had finally made a decision. He zipped the bag back up, pushed it away from the cage, and shut the door quietly.

"I. Am Not. Running. Away." he whispered to himself. "Never again will I turn my back on anything in life. I hope you're watching me from heaven, Mom and Dad. I'll make you proud this time."

With those last words, Ethan slept peacefully

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Two short raps on the bars jerked Ethan from sleep. He woke to find himself staring at Luther.

"Well, well Ethan. We have a lot to talk about."