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There it is again. Out of the corner of my eye I could make out the head of a wolf watching through my window. I'd seen the same one every night for the last month. After a week, I started taking some food out to the back porch for it. Figured that was probably why it was hanging around my place instead of hunting deer in the woods or whatever it is wolves actually do. I may not do basically anything but watch TV after I get home from work, but I'm more into thrillers than the discovery channel, so information like that escapes me. I ate my fill and took my leftovers out in accordance with my routine, watching the wolf disappear from the window before I made it to the back door. I sat back down and, within a few minutes, the wolf was back. I tried to focus on the TV, but this episode just wasn't doing it for me. I channel surfed for a bit, but found nothing better. My eyes wandered as the story droned on, eventually falling on the wolf as it scratched its ear. I almost didn't catch it, but I could swear that the limb doing the scratching didn't look like the hind leg a dog would normally use. It looked like an arm, just covered in fur and tapering down to hands ending in claws. I kept my composure by convincing myself that it was just too dark for me to see clearly, but the voice in the back of my head was pretty sure of what it saw. Eventually, the voice won out, convincing me to quickly get up and run to the back window for a better look. The wolf darted back to the woods of course, but not fast enough to avoid me making out a clearly bipedal form much larger than any wolf had a right to be.

I couldn't get it off my mind all day at work, only shambling around like a zombie while my mind ran wild. The wolf didn't come back last night, and no telling if it would tonight either, considering how bad I must have spooked him. When the clock struck five, I decided to pick up an extra burger on the way home. Kinda of a 'sorry I scared the shit out of you' consolation prize. It would surely be better than leftovers, anyway. I got home and placed the extra food outside right away. It would sure be a shame if the wolf showed up, but me getting up to give it the food scared it away again. The rest of my routine went as normal, and as darkness fell, the face in my window appeared as it had for some time. I made sure to leave plenty of time for it to find the food before doing anything. During a commercial break, I decided to grab a beer. As non-threateningly as possible, I grabbed a second one and made my way to the back door. I opened the can and placed it on the mat, taking the empty to-go container inside to throw away. My heart was pounding the entire time, but the face soon reappeared in my window, now taking a sip from the can of beer every few minutes. Definitely not something a wolf with paws could manage. After it had been a while since I had seen it take a drink, I got up and went to the back door. The wolf disappeared, as per usual, leaving an empty can on the porch. I stood in the cool night air and mustered my courage.

“Do you uh… want to come in?"

There was no response, but a pair of shining animalistic eyes revealed themselves from behind a tree. We stared for what felt like a few minutes before it finally took a step towards me. As the form came into the light flowing out of my open door, what I suspected I saw last night was confirmed: A werewolf. At least, that's what I would call it. I was pretty sure they were fictional before now, but the beast in front of me certainly fit the description. He, yeah, uh… definitely he… continued slowly walking towards me. I moved out of the way, holding the door open and gesturing for him to enter. He did, shifting his eyes rapidly around and sniffing the air in every direction. I closed the door behind us and made my way back to the couch, werewolf in tow. We both sat down and I turned the TV back on, assuming that was the reason he was actually staring through my window every night. This seemed to be what he was after, as we sat and watched for a few hours without saying anything. Not that I was sure he could really talk, anyway. I was pretty nervous about letting him in at first. If he decided I looked tasty, there would be approximately fuck-all I could do about it. I wasn't short at six foot tall, but he had at least a foot and a half on me. Not to mention the amount of muscle clearly visible under all the fur and the claws at the end of his hands and feet. I considered shutting the door and running inside as soon as I saw him step out into the light, but I was pretty sure that window would have no chance of holding him back if he really wanted in. My internal discussion was interrupted when he got up, making his way to the back door. It took him a few seconds, but he managed to turn the handle. Unsure of what to do, I simply waved goodbye. He looked at me quizzically before raising his own hand and mimicking my motions as he left.

The next few weeks saw us repeat this nightly ritual. I started just opening the door and leaving the food inside so we could eat together. He slowly got more comfortable around me, eventually proving he could speak in a low gravely voice. We talked during the commercial breaks, mostly trying to understand our differences. To summarize, apparently, they don't really have a word for their own kind. I told him our word for them, and he seemed to be ok with it. They keep to themselves out of tradition, and the whole idea we have about turning on a full moon made him laugh out loud. He started coming to my window because my house was right on the edge of the woods and he could actually hear the TV, which gave him entertainment he couldn't get anywhere else. They hunt and forage for their food usually, and he did bring some several times that was admittedly quite good. I gave Coryx (His name, which I forgot to ask for way longer than I care to admit) the basic information on humans, and we eventually ran out of questions to ask each other on the topic of our differences. We shared a taste for TV at least, so that made it easy to find something to watch. The routine was finally broken when a commercial for a dating app came on. I was absent-mindedly scrolling through my email at the time, so I was caught off guard when Coryx spoke up.

“Ha! Is that how humans find mates?"

“Huh? Oh, the ad? Uh… sometimes? Some people do, but I've never had much luck."

I left out that my lack of luck in the area was mostly due to my crippling lust for fictional creatures. At least, what I thought were fictional creatures until I met him. It sure didn't help that he never wore any clothes. Not even a loincloth like I would have expected. I brought it up once, and he was quite confused at the idea of clothing as a whole. The idea of 'armor that doesn't even protect you' was pretty hard for him to grasp. I tried to continue the conversation.

“So how do werewolves find dates?"

“Why, you interested?"

He burst into laughter at his own joke almost immediately, failing to notice how hard I was blushing. After he calmed down, he started actually answering the question.

“Whoo, sorry. Long story short, we fuck first. Not a whole lot else to do other than eat, hunt, and fuck, so we like to make sure early on that we're compatible. I've had a handful of encounters of both kinds, but nothing really stuck. Most of them thought it was weird how interested I was in hanging out around humans."

“Both kinds?"

“Men and women."

“Oh, so you're bi?"

“Well, I'm not sure what that means, but with werewolves you kinda have to be willing to take a mate where you can get one. Not sure why, but women are pretty rare. Only about one in ten, so it's actually really common for two guys to end up together."

He must have noticed my blushing or silence at that point, as he continued.

“Sorry about the joke, didn't mean to suggest anything. I guess humans aren't like that?"

“No… were… about fifty/fifty. Sex-wise, I mean. Some people still go after the same sex, but most people go for the opposite."

“Interesting. Probably just a product of the dating pool."

“Yeah…"

We continued watching TV for a while longer. I kept glancing over as covertly as possible, weighing my options. Coryx did just admit to me that he was ok going out with men. Fucking them anyway. And werewolf men, anyway. The subject of my fantasies was sat right next to me, and I had confirmed that I had a chance. Fuck it. I waited for the right moment, which came when another ad for a dating app came on.

“Jeez. Is it that hard for humans to find mates? How many of these are there?"

“Yeah it… can be pretty rough. Sure makes your method seem worth a shot."

“Fucking first? I'd definitely recommend it."

There's my chance. I put my hand on his thigh.

“So uh… why don't I try it right now?"

It took Coryx a few seconds to put the pieces together, but once he did his eyes were locked with mine.

“Oh shit. You're serious? That blushing before wasn't because I got you all wrong, it was because it was dead on. Look, uh… I'll give it a shot. You just have to know that I left a bunch of stuff out before about what werewolf relationships look like. Especially with two males, there's some stuff that my knowledge on humans tells me would be pretty far outside of normal."

“Like what?"

“Why don't I just grab my bag from outside real quick."

He left, shutting the door behind him and leaving me alone. My mind raced, wondering what Coryx could mean. I ran through all the things I could think of. He'd probably want to knot me. I may not have actually seen his dick, but the sheath was a pretty good indicator of what was under the hood. No problem there. I had plenty of toys I used to play out my fantasies with, and I was no amateur. If anything, I'd be disappointed if he didn't. What else could he mean? Mating bite? Maybe he'd want to be outside? My thinking time was cut off when Coryx returned with a large leather pack. He placed it on the floor in front of the couch, digging through for a moment before speaking up.

“First things first, receiver isn't the position I'm playing. I'm pretty big even for a werewolf, and you may be pretty big for a human, but I'm sure you can see a fight for dominance wouldn't go your way."

No shit.

“That's… yeah. Ok."

“Good. Next thing, you tell me if you want to stop, but know that if you do, there won't be a second chance. The first fuck is how we tell if a pairing can work, so if you can't get through it, then there isn't a point in trying again."

“Ok."

“You ready?"

“…yeah."

“Then strip."

I did as he asked, standing up while he took a seat back on the couch. I made sure to bend over seductively as I slid off my boxers, giving him a full view of my rear.

“Yeah, I can work with that."

I turned around, cupping a hand over my junk out of instinct.

“Take this and get ready."

He handed me what looked like a waterskin with a nozzle made of rough-forged iron.

“Do I need to tell you how to use that?"

“No, I've… got something similar already."

“Then use that if you want, but I'd get over that shyness pretty quick if I were you. The next part is going to require giving me access to your junk."

I nodded and made my way to the bathroom, cleaning myself out as quickly and thoroughly as I could. With that done, I returned to the living room, still cupping my dick and balls.

“Alright, hands off."

It took a second, but I managed to force my hand away. I'm not sure exactly what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't a puzzled werewolf wordlessly staring at my cock for a minute straight.

“You uh… good?"

“Yeah I'm… just not sure how this would work..."

“What do you mean?"

He opened his hand, revealing eight small pieces of forged iron. It appeared as though the four smaller pieces could attach to the ends of the four larger ones, making four dumbbell shaped pieces.

“Normally, whoever loses the dominance fight would-“

He gestured to his sheath while holding one of the pieces.

“-get these pierced through his sheath. The other pieces hold them on the other side, and it keeps their dick out of the way. Also makes for a good way to tell if whoever you're fighting has lost before."

Finally feeling comfortable to actually stare at Coryx's sheath, I noted that he had no scars or holes where he indicated the pieces would have been placed.

“I didn't even think about you maybe having different equipment down there. Maybe… no… what if…"

“You said the point is just to keep my dick out of the way?"

“Mostly. It's also a dominance thing. You admitting that you aren't a match for me."

“One sec. I'll be right back."

It seemed like he was describing a chastity cage, just one that was easily reproduceable in the woods. One of my failed relationships did convince me to order a cage, but I never wore it since we had a fight and broke up before it actually showed up. I never threw it away, considering the damn thing was over a hundred bucks. After searching through my closet for a bit, I found it, still in the unopened box. I brought it back out to Coryx.

“Would this work?"

He took the box, using a claw to cut it open and release the contents. He eyed the design, a solid metal plate with a hole in the middle, connected by posts to a ring meant to go around the wearer's balls. He looked at the diagrams on the box for a moment before speaking up.

“Yeah… this should do the trick."

Using the diagrams as a guide, he slid the ring over my shaft and balls, seating it against my crotch. The attention was starting to cause me some problems however, as the second piece refused to seat fully. I was about to suggest something when Coryx got up and went to the fridge, grabbing a beer as he had most nights for the last while. He held the cold can against me until I shrunk enough for him to seat the two pieces together. After consulting the box once more, he grabbed the key with the cylinder lock and slid it into place. He turned the key, locking the cage on before breaking the key off in the lock.

“WOAH, WHAT THE FUCK?!?"

“Was something about my description unclear?

“NO, I JUST DIDN'T THINK-“

“You want to stop? The way I see it, you're getting off much easier than you would have if you had a sheath like mine. Nothing's actually going through you, and the metal of that thing sure looks nicer than the stuff I've got."

The shock was immediate, but I couldn't deny the thought made me incredibly horny. Worst case scenario, I'm sure I could find someone to get this thing off if this doesn't work out. I took a few seconds to collect myself before speaking.

“Sorry. That was… more shock than anything. Let's keep going."

“Good puppy."

Shit. That turned my gears.

“Why don't we go back to the bathroom."

His voice left little room for discussion, so I led him there. He pointed at the floor of the shower as we entered.

“Sit."

I did as I was told.

“I'm going to mark you. Stop me now or I'm not stopping until I'm empty."

I said nothing. Watersports was never something I had actually gotten to try before, but I wasn't opposed to the idea. The hulking werewolf holding his sheath in front of me was certainly motivation to stay the course. In a few moments, the shower started. I was sat on my heels with my knees out in front of me, which is where Coryx started. I know his sense of smell is better than mine, but even I could tell the air was almost instantly filled with the scent of him. He slowly aimed the stream up, making sure to coat every inch of my legs before spending some time focusing on the chastity cage.

“Good puppy. I'm gonna cover every inch of you. When I get up to your head, that mouth better be open."

He started moving the stream up as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Whatever conflicted thoughts I may have had in me if I wasn't the horniest I'd ever been in my life were nowhere to be found. He continued marking me, and finally reached my neck. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, waiting for the stream to move another few inches up. It did, and my mouth was almost instantly full of werewolf piss. It tasted salty and bitter, but there was plenty of musk in the air that I was horny enough to not care. Coryx continued, wetting my hair and the rest of my face. No part of me was left untouched, and with that he aimed the stream back at my still full mouth.

“Swallow, puppy."

Still far too aroused to think about doing anything other than obeying, I did. One mouthful went down and was immediately replaced with a fresh one. I kept swallowing as I felt his shower end, opening my eyes and looking right into his while swallowing the last mouthful of his urine.

“Oh, yeah. You're a keeper. You did such a good job, I'll even let you pick where you want to get railed."

“Bedroom?"

The stink of his piss was on my breath as I spoke, and that turned me on so much I didn't even care about getting the stench all over my bed. It was Friday anyway. I led him to the bedroom and watched him lay down on his back as he started to coax himself out of his sheath.

“Go on and get me nice and slick. You won't like what happens if you don't."

I crawled between his legs and began to explore his sheath with my tongue.

“Close, puppy. But I want your butt facing me. Won't be much fun for me either if you can't take it and tap out."

I flipped around and laid face down with my butt facing his head. Coryx wasted no time working his tongue into me, which forced an involuntary moan out before I could stop it. He pulled his tongue out.

“Moan all you want, puppy. Just don't forget you have a job to do."

He dove back in, and so did I. It was hard to focus on my task with Coryx's tongue probing at my innards and amplifying all the unusual sensations my chastity cage was giving me, but I was managing to get him erect. The scent his sheath and balls gave off was intense, but it was everything I could have asked for. He smelled like a man. Pure, concentrated, virile man. Every time I thought he was done growing, another inch popped out. I ran my tongue up and down his length, savoring the pre I would get every time I reached his tip and dragging it across the rest of his shaft to lube it up. Finally, I felt his knot aching to escape from his sheath. I gently pressed the flesh back and gasped in awe of what it revealed. I know I said I wasn't new to this, but his knot had to be the size of both of my fists together. Probably even a bit bigger. Even my biggest toy, which I could thankfully knot-fuck with ease, was at least a few inches smaller around. Not to mention how long he was. Had to be over a foot. Apparently noticing my stunned silence, Coryx spoke up.

“I know its huge, puppy. You think you can take it?"

I nodded in earnest, unwilling to give up here even if it cost me a trip to the ER.

“Good puppy. Hands and knees on the bed. Now."

I did as he commanded while he got up and positioned himself behind me, resting his massive cock between my cheeks.

“Very nice butt, puppy. I'll start slow, but this won't end until you've got every inch buried as deep as it will go."

I couldn't take the hot-dogging anymore.

“Put it in!"

“Ohhh, you really are a good puppy, aren't you? Alright, deep breath."

He pressed the tip of his cock into my hole. Tapered as it was, horny as I was, and as good a job as he did eating me out, it slipped in without any trouble. I pressed my face into the blankets, muffling my begging whimpers.

“Gooooood puppy. Just let me sink right in…"

Inch by inch, his massive cock entered me. The real thing may have been shaped like my toys, but that was where the similarities ended. Since the moment that monster exited his sheath, the air was thick with the scent of his musk. It drove me crazy to know that the source of the intoxicating smell was currently spreading me wider than I had ever been before. It was hot too. It felt like my insides were melting around him, forever ruining any fun I could have had with any room-temperature piece of silicone. I could feel his heartbeat, as his dick throbbed within me with every pump. Even as he sank deeper and deeper in, I could feel every throb push out a bit more pre, ensuring I would stay slick enough for him to breed properly. I could tell that he really was holding back. Every few seconds he would lurch forward a half inch before catching himself and returning to the slow growing pressure. Even knowing how long he was, it was a whole other thing to really feel it. He reached a spot that didn't want to give way and pulled back slightly, causing another involuntary needy whimper.

“Don't worry puppy. I know how to get through this."

He changed his angle slightly and pressed back in. His head sank past the bend this time and continued on. Another few inches and I finally felt his knot press against my hole. He spent a few minutes grinding it into me, only pulling out an inch each time. At this point, I was used to the size, and all he was doing now was toying with me.

“Fuck me already!"

“Oh, is my puppy ready? I'm not going to slow down again until I knot you. You sure?"

“Do it!"

“You asked for it."

He pulled out until just the tip was left in, dragging streams of saliva and pre that made the air smell of werewolf all over again. As soon as he was about to pop out, he drove back in. I could tell it wasn't as fast as he could go, but it was certainly fast enough to make me see stars. Before I could recover, he had already pulled back out, priming himself for another thrust. I shoved my face back into the covers to muffle the embarrassing whimpers I couldn't help but produce. Each thrust in raked his entire length past my prostate, sending what felt like bolts of electricity straight to my cock. I was no stranger to my own love button, but this was like breaking out the jackhammer to polish your dishes. I'd never tried taking one of my toys without touching myself, but no doubt I'd take Coryx fucking me over jerking off any day of the week. Every press in forced me deeper into the bed, and every pull out left me pressing my hips back, begging for his dick to invade once more. A rhythm had begun, and it was only speeding up. Ropes of Coryx's pre were drug out of me and scattered across the bed every time he withdrew his cock, and a puddle was forming underneath my own locked dick. I could scarcely do anything but wallow in the bliss of the pure animalistic ravaging I was getting. Any second free from movement was still filled with the smell of werewolf, giving me not a moment's reprieve from the single hottest thing I would probably ever experience. I was getting used to his size and rhythm, and any pain I had felt in passing was long gone. All I felt now was the pure pleasure of the sole object of my fantasies having his way with me. I met each of his forward thrusts with a backwards one of my own, aching to feel his knot press against me as I felt pressure growing.

“Awww, does my puppy want the knot?"

“Yes!"

“We won't be done just because you take it. You still want it?"

“YES!"

“Then beg.“

Ordinarily I would be unbelievably embarrassed, but right now? Right now, I was too aroused to even consider an option other than begging.

“Fucking knot me Coryx! Please! You have no idea how bad I need this! Take me! Make me yours!"

“Good puppy. Here it comes!"

Coryx picked up his pace and focused more power at the end of his thrusts. His knot slammed into my hole over and over again, slipping just a bit further in each time. I wasn't quite sure until now, but the pressure that I've felt growing since he first started fucking me had to be an orgasm building. There was no mistaking it. I was going to cum in a chastity cage with a broken key while an eight-foot werewolf jackhammered my ass. I felt myself approaching the edge as Coryx once again picked up the pace. His knot now barely managing to not slip in with each thrust while I barely managed to keep myself from constantly whimpering in pure ecstasy. Plenty of enthralled moans did make their way past my lips, and it was obvious Coryx was loving it. He added pressure once again, and finally pressed his knot into me. I was already teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm before, but with the added pressure of a massive werewolf knot, there was no chance I could hold back. I looked back between my legs as I came, seeing Coryx's balls finally hanging down right next to mine, covered in his own pre from the messy breeding session that wasn't even over yet. The feeling was indescribable. My muscles spasmed involuntarily as I came, clamping down on Coryx's massive knot only intensifying the bliss I was experiencing. It felt like the most intense orgasm I could even imagine, which contrasted starkly with my view of my dick, locked in a chastity cage barely an inch long, dribbling out cum in a slow river of absolute pleasure. My view of my own orgasm was cut off as Coryx threw himself on top of me, pinning my whole body on the bed and putting his entire weight on me.

“Good puppy. Lucky for you I-“

He stopped, just as I was feeling my orgasm fade. He sniffed the air several times.

“Well, that sure smells like cum, but it isn't mine. Did puppy enjoy himself even after all that complaining about his dick?"

My orgasm may have been fading, but the massive werewolf cock knotted within me made saying any actual words impossible. Every time I tried, all that came out was a blissful whimper.

“Well, like I was saying. Lucky for you I like to go real slow and deep once I get the knot in."

With all his weight on top of me, Coryx started shifting his hips back and forth. He would shift back until the knot was just about pop out, then press in with no speed but seemingly endless power until he had completely bottomed out. True to his words, he stayed at a gentle pace, pressing his massive knot back and forth within me only inches at a time. His form on top of me added to the pressure I was feeling, but nothing about it was uncomfortable. On the contrary, just as I was finally regaining my composure after my mind-melting orgasm, I felt another building. Coryx's slow methodic thrusts ground his knot over my prostate again and again as I felt his breathing start to accelerate. He must have been getting close, but he still didn't speed up. His unaltered tempo continued rubbing his massive knot into me until I couldn't take it anymore and felt another orgasm shake through me. My whimpering returned as I was unable to pretend I wasn't having the best orgasm of my life for a second time tonight.

“Again? Oh, you are such a good fucking puppy aren't you. Don't you worry, I'm close…"

He still didn't speed up, but as I continued whimpering and moaning, cum dribbling out of my cage, he finally pressed in as deep as he could and came. I could feel every spurt like a jet inside me, and there were so many that I couldn't have kept track even if my cage wasn't still dripping cum. I felt my insides fill with Coryx's cum, some even managing to dribble out behind his knot. Just when I was sure I could hold no more, Coryx let out a heavy sigh. We laid in the afterglow for a minute, only his heavy breathing and my sporadic moans to break the silence. He pressed himself off me.

“Alright puppy. Just one more thing."

He placed his hands on my ass, using the leverage to slowly apply more and more pressure until his knot finally popped out. I did my best to close my hole, but it was no use for now. Coryx's cum spilled out of me and onto my bed. I didn't mind. He tapped my leg to get my attention.

“Good puppy. Now why don't you get me cleaned up."

If he'd asked me to do this before, I'm not sure I would have been able to. But by now? By now I had been covered in his piss, drunk my fill of it, begged him to fuck me, begged him to knot me, came twice in a cage that may never come off, and loved every fucking second of it. I moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing Coryx's massive cock and started running my tongue up and down it. His cum almost instantly filled my mouth, so I swallowed and enjoyed the savory flavor of all my effort. It tasted like him. It tasted like my future. It tasted like I never wanted to stop doing everything in my power to please him. Lost in my intoxication, I didn't even notice that his cock was sparkling and beginning to retreat into his sheath until he spoke up.

“So puppy. I know what I think. How about you? You think you want to be my mate?"

I jumped into his arms. He caught me and I pressed my tongue into his mouth, kissing him like my life depended on it. He kissed me back as he held me in his arms.

“I'll take that as a yes. It's getting pretty late though, so I'd better head out."

He sat me back on the bed and turned to leave.

“I'll see you tomorr-“

“Can't you stay here?"

My werewolf turned around, smiling at me from the doorway.

“Of course I can, puppy. I just thought that humans didn't move in together so fast."

I looked around. I was still covered in his piss that was only now drying up. A pool of his cum was gathering underneath my still open ass. I could taste the fruit of my labor in every nook and cranny of my mouth, and my own caged dick was still dripping out the last of my orgasm. Compared to the best sex I ever had with another human?

“I think I prefer the way werewolves do it anyway."

“Then you better move over."

Coryx climbed into my- our bed. He nuzzled in behind me and pulled me close with a massive arm.

“Bet you never saw your night ending like this, huh?"

“Well no but… I always hoped it would… even before I knew werewolves were real."

Oddly enough, saying that was the only thing tonight that actually made me blush. Coryx must have noticed.

“That's a pretty big admission. It works out in my favor though, so I'll let it slide. I'll even tell you a secret."

I turned my head to look at him.

“Everything I told you about our 'customs' was true, but uh… the 'puppy' thing? That was just for me."

“Then you suck at being selfish. Cause I liked it too. Now just hold me and let me sleep. It's late and some massive werewolf just had his way with me."

He laughed before kissing me on the cheek.

“Love you too, puppy."