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It had all started earlier that afternoon. Ryder was out hunting for food like he always did, tracking a deer deep into the woods. He followed the tracks deeper into the forest being cautious and quiet, expecting to see the animal anytime now as the tracks got fresher. The big wolf stepped into a clearing and the last thing he expected happened: he triggered a net trap. Ryder got suspended into the air in a second, net entangled all over his body as he squirmed and fought it. He didn't have time to start biting or using his claws to try and break free before three humans stepped out of the bushes grinning at him.

"And that, my friends, is how a hunter catches a hunter," one of them said with a smug tone. Ryder saw one of them holding a metal tool shaped into the hooves of a deer, making his eyes widen. They had been after him all along, faking the deer tracks! The wolf growled, enraged and feeling like some tricked prey instead of the hunter he was. The other hunter laughed at him and all three of them set into taking the net down and handling their catch.

"You bastards! I won't be captured so easily!" Ryder protested, struggling with rage like a wild animal, but the hunters proved him wrong. Despite all of his strength, he didn't stand a chance against three experienced hunters, who manage to overpower him and bind him.

With a piece of rope keeping his hands and ankles joined together and another keeping his muzzle well shut, they carried the wolf all the way back to their small camp in what was probably the most humiliating travel in Ryder's life. The hunters tied him to a thick wooden pole by his wrists and ankles and carried it over their shoulders, one in the front, the other in the back, as if they were carrying a regular hunted animal. A captured trophy. Reaching their camp, they dumped the bound wolf on the ground, untied him from the wooden pole and two of the hunters began hammering it into the ground.

"Alright guys, we will leash this mutt here and teach him how to be a good dog. We'll give him some extra rope so he can learn a good lesson," one of the hunters said, who was apparently the leader. The hunters chuckled at the joke and, despite Ryder's growling and struggling, they went on to bind him.

Ryder's hands were tied tightly to the wooden post above his head, rendering his arms useless no matter how much he struggled to keep it from happening. It was just high enough to keep the wolf from sitting comfortably, leaving him in an awkward crouching position. Ryder did try his best to kick them away as well as they tied more rope around his legs to keep them still in that position. The hunters were using a special kind of rope, black and stretchy, but also very, very firm. It seemed to be made specially to be highly resistant, so any hopes Ryder had of straining or snapping it went right down the drain.

The bondage was uncomfortable, but it had definitely not been the worst part. The hunters said he hadn't been punished enough, so the leader got a simple pair of scissors and cut Ryder's simple pants even through the rope work, leaving him exposed in nothing but his moderate underwear and simple shirt.

"There we go. That's a good look for you, wolfy. We might have let you keep your pants, but since you've been bad, I don't think you deserve it," the leader said again, holding the rags of what had been his pants and throwing them away.

Ryder struggled more. He squirmed with all his strength, muscles straining to try and beat the rope keeping him bound, but it barely even budged. The wolf stared up at his captors with anger. All three human hunters looking down at him with amusement clear on their faces. Ryder growled, or at least as best as he could with his muzzle bound shut by more rope. His face burned in embarrassment for falling in such a terrible predicament, yet there he was, a hunter bound at the mercy of other hunters. Just like prey.

"Look at that package," one of the hunters pointed out, crouching right in front of him. "I bet we can sell him for a good price," he commented, hand coming to touch Ryder's sheath and balls through his underwear. Such violation of his privacy made Ryder struggle with renewed strength and rage, but the results were the same. The hunter didn't seem to mind, for he kept poking, touching, pinching and doing whatever he pleased with the bound wolf's sheath and balls.

"Ddnnht ttch mmme!" Ryder protested through his closed muzzle, growling even more, but all it did was bring more laughing. A second hunter crouched next to the first one, looking at him with the same smug grin of superiority.

"You're right. He has a great body. It's quite a catch," the second hunter said, hands coming to feel Ryder's nipples from over his small shirt, teasing them at first, but then playing and even pinching just to have fun with the way Ryder growled at him with anger and embarrassment through his bound muzzle. It made all of them laugh, clearly having fun with it. "We'll see if you keep all this spirit when we're done with you, wolfie."

Quite a while of teasing and playing with the bound, helpless wolf went by before the humans grew tired of it and, much to his shame, even successfully worked his cock into growing to bulge his underwear, but didn't go farther than that, leaving the big wolf frustrated as well as ashamed. They promised him more later, but with the night's darkness already upon them, they set to make a fire and sit around it, cooking their dinner and leaving Ryder to being able to do nothing but watch them from the side with rage still bubbling inside him while they laughed more about how successful their capture had been, how much they would earn by selling him, what they would do with the money and other things Ryder definitely didn't like to hear.

Quite some time went on, the humans distracted with their loud conversation drinking around the fire when Ryder's ears perked up feeling something tugging at the ropes holding his wrists together above his head. With a glance over his shoulder, his eyes went wide seeing Flitz, his rather small traveling companion, undoing his bindings with urgency.

"What would you do without me to get you out of trouble, big fella?" Flitz whispered with a light chuckle. "But I would guess you've actually been enjoying yourself if I didn't know you!"

"Shht hhp," was all Ryder could mutter. Flitz's comment made Ryder painfully aware of his state of exposure, making his muzzle feel hot with embarrassment and another low rumble to come from his throat. All it did was make Ryder more enraged as he stared at those hunters having fun at his expense after toying with his pride.

"Hrry upp," Ryder urged, hands pulling at the rope keeping his wrists bound eager to be free. He looked at the humans, who were still distracted laughing and talking about him, probably a little drunk.

"Calm down Mr. Wolf! I'm trying to untie you fast!" Flitz said, but it was taking too long. The resistant rope still felt tight around his hands. He should know that experienced hunters wouldn't make knots easy to undo. Still, watching those hunters talking about him made Ryder even more furious, to the point where he was growling again without even noticing.

"Let's plug this into him later!" One of them was saying, holding something Ryder couldn't and didn't quite want to see.

"Good idea! Hahahah!"

"You still have those clamps? They would look great on his nipples!"

The conversation went on, making Ryder's ears fold back with the thought of it, but also force his bindings even more. He really wanted to get rid of those hunters.

"Stop squirming, Mr. Wolf! If you move so much I can't quite d-" Flitz complained from behind him, but then a shout came.

"HEY! That kid is messing with the prisoner!"

He'd been spotted. Ryder struggled, but Flitz hadn't loosened the knot enough for him to free his hands. His companion set to running back towards the woods immediately while the three hunters rushed towards them. Two of them stood by the bound wolf to make sure he hadn't been released, while the other ran after Flitz. He'd barely reached the trees when he tripped, however, into a cord that Flitz had apparently been smart enough to leave in case he had to run. No wonder they called him a genius, but Ryder really wished his escape plan could have included him as well.

"Fucking kid, trying to steal our prey," the hunter leader grumbled, then looked down at Ryder again, who met his eyes with a glare. The hunter felt the challenge in his eyes.. And grinned.

"Fetch me those clamps and that 'plug' we were talking about," he said to the second hunter, who nodded, also grinning. "Ah, and some more rope as well. We'll make sure that no one will be able to release this dog that easily this time."

All Ryder could do was growl and struggle helplessly as he watched the hunters gathering their things with despair. The "clamps" they talked about were actually very small clothespins that the wolf winced thinking about how they would feel in his nipples. The 'plug' was just an oddly shaped empty bottle of booze that started out very thin and grew rather thick by the end. And the rope... With that much rope, they could bind his entire body to the pole if they wanted to. Ryder's ears folded back against his head. "Damnit, Flitz," he thought. His companion had just made things so much worse for him. As the hunters came close, the gropes over his cock were the first thing to come and also the first thing they looped a rope around. The big wolf could not see any way out of this now, so all he could hope for was that he'd be able to endure whatever they had in store for him... and as much as he hated depending on the kid, that Flitz would find a way to save him. Save him for real next time.