Relaxation: Chapter 3
#2 of Relaxation
Part 3! Bad wolf is bad too.
Relaxation:
2) Chapter 3
3) Chapter 4
Still not to the good part...
The fox's obliviousness wasn't completely his own fault. It was taking all his concentration to block out the issues he'd been faced with during the past few weeks. After putting some left-overs in the microwave, he sat down at the table and laid his head in his paws. It was too much; sometimes, he wished there was an easy way out. Of course, there wasn't one. He chuckled to himself and sighed. He really needed to stop thinking about work.
The sudden beeping of the microwave interrupted his attempts to relax himself. When he looked up, his adrenaline levels suddenly spiked. There was another person in the kitchen with him. Ordinarily, he might have thought that there was some mistake; maybe the wolf walked into the wrong house or something. He didn't have much to think like that, though. As soon as his mind had processed the wolf's presence, he was overcome by a rush of anger and fear. In the next few seconds, that anger mostly defeated by dread. The wolf was huge; easily a foot taller than he was. He suddenly stood up, trying to show strength in front of this beast.
He betrayed himself, however, when his eyes started to dart around the room, looking for anything that could help him. There wasn't anything, it appeared; the phone was on the wall to one side of the wolf and there was a knife in the sink to the other. Neither of these would be of any use. He knew there were some forks and butter knives in the drawer behind him, but he was so distracted that his mind didn't offer that option.
Before he could think any further, the lupine crossed the few feet between them. Almost out of reflex, the fox moved to hit the intruder, but the lupine just grabbed his wrists, easily stopping him. After a moment of struggling, the fox realized that he was in trouble. All of his efforts merely caused the wolf to tighten his grip. In an instinctual effort to save himself, he gritted his teeth and let out a growl that surprised even him.
Of course, the lupine was used to this response. Without thinking, he growled back, causing the fox to close his eyes and whimper. He'd never felt this afraid in his entire life. Acting quickly, while the fox was distracted, the wolf pulled the fox's towel off, pinned his arms to his sides, and knelt down. With his nose this close to the vulpine's exposed groin, he could easily smell the fox's distinct scent. While the fox struggled against his hold, he calmly sat there. The musky scent was causing his mouth to water for what was to come.
The wolf grinned to himself and wrapped his left arm around the fox's torso, allowing him to keep the fox pinned with only one arm. With his now-free, right paw he wrapped one of the belts around the fox's left thigh and tightened it around the arm he was holding there. This, effectively, made the fox's left arm useless. Just as quickly, the fox's right arm followed suit, leaving the whining vulpine with nothing but a few pathetic attempts at a kick to defend himself.
Pleased with his work, the large wolf let the fox go and stepped back, watching him try to free his arms. In it's own way, the fox's pointless struggles and yells for help were almost comical. However, he desired more than comedy. As soon as he was sure the fox couldn't easily defend himself, his interest shifted to the growing tent in his boxers. If the fox wasn't so frantic, he might have realized either the change in the wolf's expression or the heady scent filling the room.
In one quick move, the lupine lifted the fox by his waist and threw his legs back, over his shoulder. In the process, the fox's muzzle rubbed against the wolf's groin. A strand of clear fluid connected the short fur on the fox's chin to the damp spot above this lupine's tip. As soon as the fox's disorientation passed, his expression changed to one of disgust. Again he tried to free his hands, this time to wipe the slime off his face. Unfortunately for him, the wolf was only planning on making it worse.
Using one arm to stabilize the fox, the wolf roughly grabbed the fox's muzzle and pulled it away from his crotch. Tilting the other canine's muzzle back, the wolf grinned down at the fox until he made eye contact. Once he had the fox's attention, the lupine pulled the elastic band of his boxers away from his waist and slid the bottom of the fox's muzzle against his dripping, slightly exposed cock.
The fox quickly learned that no amount of struggling would get him away from this monster. However, that knowledge wasn't enough to get him to stop. A few moments after his head was pressed inside the wolf's boxers, the evil lupine let the elastic snap against his neck, plunging him into darkness. If the fox hadn't been able to smell the wolf's musk before, he definitely could now. He'd never smelled anything as strongly masculine as the wolf's groin; after just a second, his eyes started to water.
To make it worse, the wolf started to move around. If the fact that the intruder was now freely walking around his home wasn't bad enough, every step caused his head to rub against the wolf's swollen sheath and heavy balls. Occasionally, the wolf would hump against him, causing him to whimper loudly. This was the most humiliating thing that he'd ever experienced. He didn't want to be used like this, but, due to the wolf's hold, he couldn't protest. All he could do was hang there and feel the wolf's pre drip down his muzzle and off his nose.
The wolf couldn't hear the fox over his own grunts and moans. The only thing better than the thrill of capturing the fox was the how the vulpine's head and neck was stimulating his wolfhood. He just needed to do one more thing before he could start the real fun. Although torturing the fox by walking around was entertaining, he was actually trying to find something.
After about five minutes, the wolf sighed out of exhaustion. Carting his toy around like this wasn't easy. This exertion was causing him to sweat slightly, which only served to worsen the fox's predicament; not only was the wolf's groin unlit and strongly scented, it was now becoming hot and damp with sweat. Naturally, the heat and humidity made the fox pant. Unfortunately, opening his muzzle allowed some of the wolf's clear precum to drip onto his tongue, literally giving him a taste of what was to come.
The wolf needed something to help restrain the fox's legs. He knew from experience that he would have more fun if he didn't need to try to keep the fox from kicking him. After resting for a moment, he spotted a lamp standing in the corner of the fox's living room. The fixture was basically a three-section, metal tube with wires running through it. As far as the lupine was concerned, it was good enough.
Deciding he needed both paws free, the lupine carelessly tossed the fox onto the floor. Because the vulpine's mind was so muddled, he didn't even realize that he had been released. Although, his nose started to clear after a few seconds, his still-restrained paws and tearing eyes prevented him from actually being able to do anything.
The wolf, however, was making quick work of the lamp. Once he was done, only two of the three sections and a length of wire remained. The rest he discarded; the parts were either destroyed or just useless.
Now ready to have his way with his fox toy, the wolf grabbed the vulpine's neck and dragged him off to the bedroom. Even thought the fox had regained his senses, he wasn't nearly strong enough to save himself from the fate the wolf had chosen for him.