Frosties Tail
Frostpaw stepped off the train, his eyes squinting in the bright light. A big pair of ears twitched above him. He used his paw to shield his eyes from some of the light as he scanned the crowd, looking for some one. His bag was clutched tight to his chest as he looked back and forth, then his eyes lit up as he saw a gray wolf holding a sign that said "Frostpaw" above his head. Frostpaw scampered through the crowd over the gray wolf, who was quite bigger than him.
"Wow he is so big. Much bigger then I thought," Frostpaw pondered as he looked over the gray wolf dressed in a business suit. The gray wolf was about six foot three, and while not muscular, was still toned, weighing in at about 200 lbs, give or take, and by the lump running down his left pant leg that Frostpaw was now staring at, he was hung so well he would make a horse cry.
"I am up here, and close your mouth before you drool on yourself," said the wolf as he placed a finger under Frostpaw's muzzle and raised his gaze, at the same time closing his muzzle. The wolf began looking over his new acquisition with great anticipation. Before him stood an arctic fennec, a rare thing, two big ears twitching above him, his fur a mixture of very light grays, creams and snow white. He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a black, band t-shirt of some sort. What he was wearing was of little concern to the wolf; he was more pleased with Frostpaw's soft and almost effeminate facial features.
The wolf spoke up again in a firm but friendly tone, "Well, I am Ty. You must be Frostpaw. It's a pleasure to meet ya. We must be off, things to be done and such," he said, turning and motioning for Frostpaw to follow as he made his way toward the exit. Frostpaw quickly moved to follow, tagging along, behind Ty by a few steps, as they exited out into the parking lot and made there way out to Ty's car, a black Zx2. The pair got in and took off toward Ty's home. It was about an hour drive. During which, they listened to National Public Radio as they drove, hearing about heath care reforms. Frostpaw continued watching the road, peeking quick, furtive glances at Ty, and smiling to himself.
They pulled up to a nice ranch-style house just as the sun was starting to set, slowly in the distance. Frostpaw looked about, as they pulled up into the driveway and then into the garage. He could not see much, aside from the fact that Ty apparently had no neighbors for at least a quarter mile. As the garage door slowly closed, the last peek of light from the sun disappearing under it, Ty got out and came around, taking Frostpaw's bag, purposely, and led him into the house. Ty's home was decorated very nicely with a delicate mix of Scottish and Japanese artwork, as well as furniture. It was a very interesting pairing, but he pulled it off.
Ty spoke up once again. "Well this is it my home," he said as they continued to walk along, Ty pointing at different doors and different rooms, explaining each and the rules of the house. "That's the kitchen, the living room, my bedroom is back there, the bathroom is next to my office there, and the master bath is in my room. That room is for later." Frostpaw took special note of that door as he followed Ty to his bedroom.
Placing Frostpaw's bag on his dresser, Ty turned to face Frostpaw. "Ok so we have an understanding you have come here to be my pet. We went over the rules online and over the phone. If you have any questions, now is the time." Pausing to take a breath, Ty looked at Frostpaw to see if he had any questions.
As Frostpaw said nothing, Ty moved on. Reaching into a pocket he pulled out a black leather collar with 3 D-rings on it, with a steel band around the outside, and soft, fake mink fur on the inside. "So, if you have no questions, this is it." He reached out and placed the collar around Frostpaw's neck closing the claps and handing Frostpaw a small padlock. "Lock it shut and you are now my pet." Frostpaw moved slowly and placed the lock in the clasp and shut it with a soft click.
Ty smiled happy went to sit on his bed, and said in a firm, demanding, yet loving tone, "Ok now down to it. You will strip now, for me, and from now on you are to address me as sir. In the top drawer of the dresser, you will find your uniform of sorts. Now put it on." Frostpaw did as he was told, pulling off his shirt and wriggling free of his pants, only to show his lack of under garments. Ty was pleased with Frostpaw. His entire body was so lean and effeminate, with silky smooth, white fur running from his muzzle down his stomach and down to his sheath. He did, however, make note that his new pet would need to learn to strip properly. Frostpaw placed his clothing on top of the dresser, and opened the top drawer, taking out 4 manacles all independent of each other, with no chains yet, but all with D-rings to allow for such later. They were all of the same design as the collar, with the black leather with the fur in lining, and the steal band around the outside. Placing one on each wrist and on each ankle, he then stood up and he just blushed, waiting for his master to say something. All that was on Ty's mind right now was how much fun he was going to have, and how nicely those manacles and collar are accented by the white fur around them.
"Good boy," said Ty, as he stood up and clasped a leash to the collar and, with the collar, moved Frostpaw to his knees before his new master. Frostpaw's eyes looking up at his master full of anticipation, wonder, and a hint of fear of what was to come.
Speaking up once again, Ty loomed over his pet. "From now on you do as I say. You do not question. You are here to please me, and if I wish it others. You are a warmer for my cock, and holder of my cum, unless I wish it, not one drop of it is to ever be found anywhere but in you. If there is any deviation from this you will be punished. Is this understood?"
Nodding his head and speaking softly, Frostpaw responded, "Y-yes sir".
Reaching down and petting Frostpaw's left ear softly, he spoke now with warmth, "Good boy. Now undo my belt, and remove my pants and boxers." With skilled paws, Frostpaw undid the button, and unzipped the fly, taking Ty's pants and boxers, and pulling them down in one fluid motion. His eyes went wide as Ty's half-limp cock popped out, and nearly smacked him in the muzzle as it continued to grow. Even at half hard, it was already 10 inches long and 2 inches thick, easily. Ty looked down at his pet, smiling as he saw his pet's eyes light up at the sight. Ty spoke with a cold yet playful tone, saying, "Go on. Touch it... Taste it. Get to know it well. You are going to be spending a lot of time with it, as it will be getting to know you inside and out... mostly inside though."
Now at its full size, Frostpaw wrapped his paw around his master's magnificent cock. Now sticking out of the sheath, Ty's cock was 3 inches around and 14 inches long, not counting the large knot, already quite prominent. The cock in his paws was hot to the touch and smelled so good to Frostpaw, that he could not help but lean in and lick the head to taste it, and then take the first few inches into his muzzle. Ty moaned out, his toes curling, as the warm wet muzzle engulfed the head of his cock. Frostpaw took a few more inches, the head nudging the back of his throat as his tongue started to dance and swirl around shaft. This only had Ty moaning louder. "Oh, what a good muzzle you have. I wonder how much cock you can take." Ty's paw moved to the back of his pet's head and, placing his paw firmly between Frostpaw's ears, Ty pulled him down his cock, inch after inch sliding into Frostpaw's muzzle, and down his throat.
Now fighting back his gag reflex as his now slightly painfully stretched muzzle is bumped against his master knot, his eyes shut, and tear up, as he tries his best to keep up some suction and teasing of the shaft with his tongue. Ty was now starting to thrust in and out, slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of the warm muzzle and the pulsating throat that so tightly incased his throbbing cock. Looking down at the face of his straining pet, and picking up the pace, surprised with the talent of his new pet, and quite pleased thinking to himself that he is going to have to take his pet out to the club for some second opinions, or may host a meet at the house and make Frostpaw a party favor for the night. His train of thought did not last long as he started to feel a twinge of a building orgasm. Ty's cock now was moving in and out of poor Frostpaw, whose jaw was now quite over worked, Frostpaw's nose being run into the now very large knot over and over again. Frostpaw wrapped his paws tightly around the knot as the thrusting got more erratic. He could tell his master was close.
Just then, in one swipe, all of the cock was yanked out of Frostpaw's throat, leaving Frostpaw coughing. Ty spoke, almost growling. "Look at me. Open your mouth now, and get ready. You had better not spill one drop, and don't you dare swallow till I say so." Frostpaw quickly got ready, looking up at his master, his muzzle open and ready his tongue out as his master kept jacking himself off aiming for his muzzle. With a tense moan, Ty came hard, Frostpaw leaning in so his tongue could bridge the gap between the head and his muzzle as each spray of cum continued to land on target, in his muzzle. Soon the cum was getting to be too much, and Frostpaw needed to tilt his head back slightly, to keep from leaking as his master was quite the cummer, finally trickling off after a few minutes.
Frostpaw closed his muzzle as to not lose any, holding it in his muzzle as told to. Ty pulled Frsotpaw up by the leash so that he was standing again, saying, "You are being such a good boy. Don't swallow yet... show me what you have." Frostpaw opened his muzzle, showing his tongue, now swimming in wolf cum, and then closed it again. "Now you can swallow, but do it slowly." Frostpaw began to swallow slowly, letting Ty's cum slide down his throat and into his stomach.
With that, Ty pulled Frostpaw up onto the bed, and wrapped his arms around him pulling the comforter to wrap around the pair. Whispering softly into Frostpaw's, ear Ty said, "You are going to do well. In the morning, though, we will try out your other talents," he said, as he reached down and groped his pet's soft ass, causing a slight moan. The two lay there in each others arms, Ty falling asleep, leaving Frostpaw to wonder about the days to come.