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The two-story suburban house rested at the end of a cul-de-sac. It didn’t differentiate from the other plainly painted homes with well-maintained front yards, trimmed lawns, and undecorated sidewalks. After sending a message to my Wolf—Jeff Cartwright—that I arrived and parked across the street as instructed, he texted me a quick, blunt reply.

“The door is unlocked, Little Lamb.”

Gulping down a lighthearted chuckle, I felt my cheeks blush beneath the wool and nervously got out of my car. After hesitating for a second, eager and yet nervous about the night ahead, I pocketed my phone and walked across the empty road. Hopefully, none of the neighbors would get wise to a random college student visiting his BDSM master after dark.

The unlocked entrance led me to a foyer, with a soft carpet I knelt on once I locked the door behind me. I crawled forward like a feral into a modest living room, where a handsome wolf, probably in his early thirties and sporting dark patches of fur, stood patiently waiting for me. He was absolutely and unapologetically naked, his erect dick curved towards the high ceiling. With the curtains closed shut and the TV blaring a clip of gay porn—showing a slender rabbit twink being spitroasted by two buff tigers in a swimming pool—the canine refocused on the flatscreen television while sitting down on his recliner. As instructed, I obediently crawled between his spread legs, his swishing tail tickling my chest, and I started kissing eight uncut inches of his thick shaft. Licking in patterns, dragging my lips along the pulsing underside, tugging at his low-hanging balls, before wrapping my jaws along that gorgeous cock. I became a devoted meat-eater for what felt like an agonizing hour. I could hear him start to repress sporadic exhales and grunts of pleasure during it though, which further motivated my maw’s movements.

I didn’t know how long I knelt there for. At the very least he had the decency to put a soft blanket where my knees pressed into the wooden floor. By the time my Wolf got bored of my oral talents, he spoke up in a deep voice, “Enough. Time to shave you.”

He stood up after pulling that wolf cock from my velvet lips. He helped me to my feet, smiled, and leaned down to peck my cheek before guiding me by paw up the nearby stairs. My legs wobbled once or twice until we finally arrived at what a visitor would assume was an office or a locked guest bedroom. Like the living room, it was modest and didn’t have many items…save for a shelf full of sex toys and a ceiling hook that allowed harnesses of every kind. A rope hung from there that I was all too familiar with. And presented on the bed was an electric razor, the sight of which made butterflies tumble around in my stomach.

I stripped for my Wolf, wiggling down my jeans and underwear with a single motion, then let his calloused fingers pull my shirt up. Only my shoes remained. He gripped both of my nimble, trembling wrists with one mighty paw and tossed my shirt onto the clothes pile with the others, holding my arms up towards the ceiling. He gave my neck a deep sniff using that cold canine nose, licking my shoulder through the wool.

“You doing good there, Little Lamb?” he murmured.

Nodding, I huffed out, “Always, my Big Bad Wolf.”

Minutes later, both wrists were tied by rope to the ceiling hook. A metal spread bar kept my tailhole exposed and ankles far apart. I was at his mercy, loving every second of it. So did he, my Wolf who I let grope my body. We had a system in place where I said a few colors to indicate my mood. Green for good, yellow for caution, and red for an utter halt to all things. I never said the latter when he turned on the electric razor and pressed it to my torso.

We did it every two weeks. My Wolf bound me up like a piece of butcher meat, then meticulously sheared my wool to the skin. At least, save for my head. I liked keeping the wool there. Otherwise, he would gently drag it along my back or around my sensitive nipples (always pinching them if he could, haha), turn up and down my leg or in circular motions on my ass as the razor avoided my puckered tailhole. There, he’d occasionally give it a deep kiss or a poke with his pinky. He loved making me squeal like the delighted whore he treasured.

By the time a pile of wool rested around my spread ankles, my shaven cock stood painfully at attention. The vibrations from the electric razor always had more of a sexual effect on me than most, my nipples perked into hard nubs and sweat trickling down my forehead. My Wolf set the device aside after unplugging it, then walked in front of me and lifted my head to stare into his dark brown eyes. The same ones I fell in love with months prior. He held me by my heated ears and pulled me into a possessive kiss I happily reciprocated.

My blushing cheeks were on fire, and I desperately wanted to get fucked, feeling chilly already without the wool to keep me warm. “Thank you,” I murmured once our lips sloppily parted. “Thank you, Jeff.”

He ignored my mistake in title as I felt his erection against my thigh. He leaned forward to give a dark chuckle into one of my splayed ears, hot against his cool breath.

“Don’t thank me yet, Little Lamb,” he growled in anticipation. “We’ve still got the rest of the night for you to cum for me.”

***

And fuck me the rest of the night, he did. With most of my wool shaven clean off and either of my limbs willingly bound, my Wolf sucked me, spanked me, nibbled on me and fucked me, letting me worship him to my fullest potential.

I transformed into loose putty by his firm paws. My mind went completely blank, every single worry or stressful thought under the surface going down the drain. My limits were gradually reached both in itching pleasure and lustful pain as well as submissive devotion. My bare skin would shiver from cold air until he pressed me close to his furred body. Once in a while, I would whisper ‘yellow’ when he went too rough or held my wrists too tightly, and my Wolf always listened. He didn’t hold back though if I wanted him to.

The closest that came to blood being drawn was near the end. Not long before I was filled to the brim with thick canine cum, my Wolf started picking up his pace. He untied me from the ropes long ago, having repositioned my body all over the room before eventually bending me over the foot of the queen-sized bed. His pounding hips slapped against my shaven ass cheeks, leaving red marks on the darker skin, and making me cry out in whimpering gasps. His fingers traced my flat teeth. A thumb would be lathered by my wet tongue until the furry digit was thoroughly soaked in my saliva. He drove me wild to the point where all I could do was keep grunting. Moaning too, almost until my Wolf grasped his fingers into my maw to quiet further noise. I suck all on each meaty finger in a concentrated effort, but my train of thought kept derailing into the drain.

His grunts grew louder.

His snarling started to rise.

“Grrr, cum for me, Little Lamb!”

Liquid rapture spilled all over.

“Oh, Wolf! Woooooolf!”

Finally, his jaws clamped down on my shoulder, hard. I felt his fangs nearly pierce the skin. I almost decided to say I’d reached yellow and perhaps red but held my tongue when the dopamine spiked. Pain became pleasure and discomfort molded into euphoria, and I came all over my Wolf’s paw as he jerked me off.

He unclamped his fangs to lick my ‘wound’, and mutter sweet nothings that meant something. “Good Little Lamb, here I come!” my Wolf said. He let out a deeper growl, and buried his nose into my neck, inhaling our combined scents.

I think my stomach swelled up a little from how much he emptied his seed, marking me as his. Always his. Whether it be outside the room or within his buff arms that held me close, I belonged to my Wolf. And he belonged to me.

I craned my neck to share another deep kiss with him. It lasted longer than all the others. We were in Heaven. Eventually, my Wolf got me out of my bindings and carried me across the hallway to his bathroom. The showerhead drenched hot water all over our bodies. He lathered me in the sheep-specific soap I loved, whispered how proud he was into my ears, and would lick at the bite marks left on the exposed skin he’d created earlier. I trusted him. I loved him.

Then, he helped me dry up and carried me downstairs back into the living room. He held me close to his bare chest and lovingly caressed my bare body as we waited for my gathered strength. Neither of us were in a hurry though.

He clicked off the gay porn, then asked what I wanted to watch. Then, I casually get tiredly asked Jeff what he wanted to watch. A few minutes later, we decided on a good comedy movie.