Claimed: One Wolf's Meat
Tetch gets taken to meet a shady wolf's boss, who has a new life in store for him.
I hit the gym for an hour every morning before work. Not that anyone would call me a gym rat—I’ve got a lot of weight around the tum I’m working on—but I wasn’t going to let looking out of place stop me.
Treadmill today, watching the rain in the dark through the glass.
The view was mostly cars going by, the endless traffic of downtown. Not too many pedestrians at this hour. An old black bear walking an ancient black dog, regulars at this time. One of the gym attendants, a young fox, sweeping wet leaves from the sidewalk. A buff wolf in a gray poncho who gave a double-take as he passed by, and stopped to give me finger-guns of recognition.
I didn’t recognize him in return, but a handsome guy is a handsome guy. I gave him a wink.
He grinned and stopped his walk, leaning against the support pillar at the edge of the window to eye me up and down.
I checked my watch. Plenty of time before work still. I hopped off the treadmill, grabbed my backpack, and went out to meet him.
“You’re Tetra, aren’t you?” he said, as I approached him.
Probably not a forgotten hookup then, otherwise he wouldn’t know that name. School days, maybe. “Oh gosh, nobody calls me that. ‘Tetch’ is fine. Forgive me for not recognizing you, but…?”
“Carvil.” The name didn’t ring a bell. He resumed walking in the direction he’d been going, and I went with him, keeping pace beside. “I’m here to…well, to take you back to my place, but I probably wouldn’t have put it that way a minute ago.”
“Won you over with my manly charm, did I?”
His rugged expression brightened with a blush to his eartips and a slight smile. “Well, the boss wanted to meet you already…”
The wolf’s burliness took on new context. “‘The boss’, huh? Makes it sound like—”
Carvil gave a warning glance, and I gathered I’d better not say anything to besmirch the honor of ‘the boss’ on a public sidewalk.
“I didn’t piss anyone off somehow, did I?”
The other wolf shook his head. “You’re not in trouble, no. The boss has…well, information about your biological family, basically.”
Huh, I thought. Doesn’t sound like traditional mob business, unless this shady mob boss is literally my dad.
“He’ll probably want to play with you as well.” Carvil grinned. “Probably top of his mind, actually.”
Okay, maybe not Dad then.
I called my job and told them a family thing had come up, and followed Carvil to a parking lot where he approached a big white van with a brutish-looking tiger leaning against it.
“Found him,” Carvil said. “We’re all good. Let’s go.”
The tiger nodded and climbed into the back of the van, and I sat up front with Carvil. The front seats were walled off from the rest of the van; I realized that abduction was probably on the table if I hadn’t come along willingly. Shady Mob Boss probably wasn’t the type to take refusal gracefully. I stayed wary, but as far as I could tell nothing was happening that I wouldn’t be okay with. Which reminded me…
“Sorry,” I said. “After introductions I never got around to flirting with you properly.”
The blush again, and the smile, but briefer.
“You know, I’ve always been a sucker for the bad boys…”
He snorted. “You like the idea of it. You wouldn’t say that if you watched the sausage being made, so to speak.”
“Maybe not, but I hope I still get to taste the sausage.” I underscored this remark with a furtive stroke at his crotch, which was already an appetizing package even though he was still mostly soft.
His grip tightened on the wheel. “Tetch…”
His voice was pleading, but whether his plea was to stop or to keep going, I couldn’t tell. The correct thing to do, then, was ask; I stilled my paw. “Sausage not ready for the buns?”
“It really is worse than you think, pup.”
I shrugged. “I think this boss of yours has power over you and you do what you have to to survive. And I can tell you worry that ‘just following orders’ doesn’t absolve you. And I’m willing to bet you make up for it by not following orders as well as he’d like.”
“But people still get hurt. He doesn’t even think of them as people.” He turned the van off the main road in the direction of the mountains, entering a forested residential area.
“Ain’t it always the way,” I said.
“And I’m still taking you to him…”
“He does want to hurt me, then?”
“‘Not thinking of you as a person’ comes with being indifferent as to whether you are hurt or not.”
We were traveling upwards now; the road gradient was gentle, but soon we were at a height that offered an overlook of Ko City on one side while still-rising hillside filled the other. He turned onto a steep driveway moving upwards, and we approached a house roughly as big as a medium-sized hotel—surely the boss’s place.
Carvil pulled the van into a massive garage, a showroom of glistening cars, classic and modern, and parked in a far corner among a group of other service vehicles. He and the tiger led me back to an elevator and up to a long corridor lined with doors.
Our door was unmarked, about halfway down the hall; the tiger let us in to a spacious bedroom.
“I’ll go let him know he’s here,” he said, leaving me alone with the wolf.
Once the door was shut again, I turned to Carvil with a grin. “So how much time you think we have before they come back?”
He was on me immediately, strong arms around me and his mouth pressed against mine, kissing me hungrily.
“Mmh,” I said, returning the embrace and rubbing my paws down his back to squeeze his rump.
I kicked off my shoes and maneuvered us over to the bed, where Carvil took the lead and lay on top of me, still kissing me aggressively as his paws slid under my shirt. I broke the kiss only long enough to pull it off for him and give him unhindered access to my torso.
And became immediately self-conscious as his mouth moved downward to attend to my nipple.
He noticed my flinch and pulled back to look at me. “You all right?”
“As long as you’re good. I…” I blushed, but I’m good at powering through embarrassment. “Well, one of the supplements I’m on has a bit of a side effect, and, well, I figured I should let you know in case working my chest got me a bit, uh, milky.”
His gaze moved from my eyes to my chest. “Milky, eh?”
His mouth latched on and he started sucking.
I shivered at his eagerness, lips and teeth and tongue working my nipple each in their own way, and I wrapped my arms around him to hold him tight against me as he made appreciative noises, clearly enjoying the taste of me. “Oh fuck,” I said. “Wasn’t expecting that kind of response.”
He pulled off briefly, answering “not the first I’ve fed from,” before his tongue slid up the underside of my chest—it was wet, was I leaking that much already?—and went back to work.
He wasn’t at it long before the door swung open, and in strode what presumably must have been The Boss, at least if my guess about him being my father was right: the wolf looked just like me. Well, a couple decades older, to be sure, and definitely more slim and toned than my chunky self, but his fur was the same color, and his markings all even in the same place.
“Oh!” he said, with rather more excitement than one might expect from a father seeing his son nursing his underling. “I see Carvil is making you comfortable.”
“You’ll enjoy this, sir,” Carvil said.
The boss approached the bed for a closer look, and the other wolf gave my chest a milking squeeze in demonstration.
“Oh, that’s delightful!” the boss said, and climbed on the bed to take my nipple into his mouth, as Carvil moved across me to start on my other side.
At this point, I realized I needed context, but with the two wolf men intensely working my nips I couldn’t manage anything more coherent than “D-Dad?!”
The boss laughed, easing off me. “Oh, not at all. Not in the conventional way, anyway. You’re not my son, you’re my clone. I own you!”
My dick throbbed at the last sentence. That was not the context I was expecting. The two wolves continued to work my chest, as if whatever my reaction to that would be didn’t matter. As if I were just an object. Just property. Because that’s what clones were. I belonged to this man just as much as every car in his garage did, and he was taking me for a joyride.
“I… Really?”
Carvil let up and looked at me, his expression softening into relief as he realized my response was more excitement than dismay. He had told me, I realized. As a warning, sure, knowing that most people wouldn’t react positively. I’d thought he was being metaphorical, that the boss was exploitative in the usual way men of power are. Instead…
I pulled him up for a kiss, tasting the richness of my milk in his mouth.
The boss reached down to grab my cock. “Oh, you’re thick! I love those little differences…”
He shucked off his clothes and straddled my legs, pressing his length against mine, stroking them together with one paw. Carvil made out with me a bit longer till the boss had worked me up hard enough I was gasping, after which he resumed his place at my nipple.
The boss got up to grab some lube from a nightstand and slathered it on my shaft, and I squirmed, trying to keep from shooting immediately. I knew what he wanted. He could tell I was close, so he didn’t hesitate; with an agile movement he jumped back on the bed and positioned his rump over my hard cock, pressing his hole on it till it sank in deep.
I reached down to stroke his cock as he rode mine. As he’d said, it was a little slenderer, but plenty respectable, and already a little slick from our precum. His hole clenched eagerly on me though, grinding against my knot as he worked his hips, and I really couldn’t hold back much longer.
“I’m gonna cum…daddy…” I realized I still didn’t know his name, but it didn’t matter, it was hot to fuck my progenitor, who loved my thick cock and claimed me as his property and didn’t seem to mind sharing me with his goons…
I gripped Carvil hard against me as his boss sank down on my knot. My body tensed up and I let loose inside him, filling that warm tender hole with his clone’s seed till it leaked back out down my balls.
His length was warm in my paw and I continued to work it, watching his face as he continued to grind on my cock, trying to keep me hard as he built up his climax.
“C’mon, shoot for me…sir…” I said, trying to play up the role as I worked his swollen knot. “Cover your clone in the seed that made it. Let me have some of your milk now. I want— fuck—”
His hole clamped even tighter on my knot, pulsing as he blew his load with violent force, the first shot hitting me in the face, and the subsequent ones overshooting my head to splatter across the sheets, pillows, and back wall behind me.
“Fuck,” he said, echoing me, almost wincing. His hole continued to throb as his body tried to push out my knot, the thickness lodged inside him surely uncomfortable as his refractory period set in. “You really are thick.”
I put my hands on his hips and stroked his sides to try and help soothe him.
Carvil leaned into me, stroking himself as he looked up at the boss. “Should I add my load to the pile, sir?”
“No, I’m done here.” My progenitor was pushing himself up to get off me. My cock throbbed as his hole tried to tug free of my knot. “I’m—ow!—going to go clean up. You can introduce this one to his quarters afterwards.” The ow was my knot clearing his poor anus, which gaped open for a few moments as he finished speaking, my cumload bubbling slowly out of him and landing across my crotch and the bedsheets.
He didn’t bother dressing as he left. Clearly tidying up after himself was someone else’s job.
As I watched him go, a firm tongue ran across my cheek, Carvil licking his boss’s cum from my face. “C’mon,” he said. “I’ll show you to your room.”
‘My room’ was bare-bones: freshly-painted white walls, a view of the forest, and only a bed in the corner.
“Welcome home,” Carvil said. “Our guys will bring your stuff from your old place tomorrow. In the meantime—”
I was already on the bed, beckoning him to join me. “I think I’m going to like it here,” I said, kissing him deeply as he teased my nipples again. “Let’s break this place in.”