FSE

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Relaxation:

1) Chapters 1 and 2

2) Chapter 3

3) Chapter 4

Still not done, but it's close. There will be one more chapter after this one ;)

Oh! before I forget... if any of you wonderful people can think of better chapter titles for this series, please say so... I'm not really happy with "Chapter 1", etc..

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The wolf never had be a gentle person. Had the fox known this, he wouldn't have been surprised by the way he was being treated. He did, however, realize this fact very quickly; he was being dragged down his own hall way by his head, after all. Even if that wasn't an obvious enough sign, his arms were strapped to his legs and another guy's precum was drying on his chin.

Every step toward his bedroom made the situation seem more real. He could easily imagine what the wolf had in store, but he really didn't want to think about it. A part of him was painfully aware of the lack of choice he had in the matter. He was about ten feet from being roughly violated.

Every attempt he made to free himself only made his situation worse. At one point, he nearly had his head free. Just as he was about to slip out of the wolf's grasp, however, the arm around his neck shifted and tightened enough to choke him. Somewhat fortunately, the fox's inability to breath only lasted a few seconds. Once they had reached the end of the hallway, the wolf carelessly pushed him though the open doorway. The fox stumbled a few steps before falling onto his bed with his ass pointing back at his attacker.

The wolf murred, grinning down at the helpless fox. He never got tired of playing with his prey. His murr quickly changed to a growl, though, when the fox rolled over, sitting on the floor. That wasn't what he wanted to see. "Bad idea, foxy. Get back on your bed and show me your tailhole."

Not surprisingly, the fox didn't obey. All he did was whine at the wolf's bluntness and continue trying to think of a way to save himself.

As soon as he was sure the vulpine was going to ignore his demand, the wolf lept forward, shoving his muzzle against the fox's. He snarled, "When I tell you to do something, fox, you do it." Without giving the smaller canine any time to react, the angry canine grabbed the fox's tail and yanked it upwards, using it to lift the fox back onto the bed. "Now stay."

This time, the fox listened. He did, however, yelp loudly at the sudden jolt of pain. Without a moment's thought, the fox lowered his tail, hiding his rear end before the wolf could see it. Again, this wasn't what the wolf wanted. "You're kidding, right? You'd better get that tail back up."

The fox whimpered, tucking the brush-like appendage more tightly between his legs. "Please... don't do this..."

The lupine didn't even hear the fox's plea. "Look, you have a choice. Either show me your tight, little pucker or I'll rip your tail right off your body."

"No... please... please don't..."

Still the fox didn't show any signs of moving his tail the way the wolf wanted. The wolf sighed. "Okay, you asked for it... just remember, this is your own fault."

The wolf, intent on mutilating the fox, stepped forward and reached down to grab the fox's tail. Convinced that the lupine wasn't bluffing, the vulpine started to whimper loudly and move away from the wolf. In a last attempt to keep his tail, he whipped it away from the paw trying to grasp it.

The wolf was faster than the fox. A second later, he had a firm grasp on the wriggling, fluffy annoyance. As the wolf pulled on it, the fox's begging turned to desperate yowls of agony. A few seconds later, the fox was being lifted off the bed again. To prevent this, the wolf used his foot to push the fox back down.

Of course, this wasn't the first time he'd felt pain because of his tail; the thing had been getting caught in doors all the time. That pain, however, had always disappeared quickly. This seemed to be never ending. It was as if the wolf was intentionally dragging it out. His tail was stretched a little further every second until he was sure it was going to break.

Just before it could, though, the wolf let go. He really didn't want to deal with any blood today. "You're lucky this thing could make such a nice handle. But if you tempt me again... maybe I'll take something more... sensitive." He bent down over the fox and roughly squeezed the canine's sheath and balls, putting his muzzle right next to the vulpine's ear. "If you know what I mean."

He stood back up and picked up the lamp parts from where he had dropped them earlier. "Now, you're going to show me what I want to see, right?"

The fox nodded and buried his head in the sheets on his bed. Very slowly, the fox moved his sore tail away from his groin.

The wolf watched from the doorway with approval. He loved the fox's timidness. The poor canine was finally realizing that he was going to do whatever the wolf wanted. The walked over to the fox and sat on his back, trapping his tail their bodies.

The red-furred canine whined and struggled under the wolf's weight. The wolf just whistled to himself, oblivious to the fox's plight. As the fox felt the cool air in the room on his exposed tailhole, the wolf was threading the wire through the lamp post. Once he had a loop on one end, he slid off the fox and slipped the fox's foot through it. Then, after pulling the resisting fox's legs apart, the wolf tied the other side to his other paw. The cruel, inventive lupine stepped back and admired his work; he liked his makeshift spreader bar. Although it was somewhat crude, both canines could tell that it would work nicely.

"There. Now that we have that settled, we can get to the fun part. You got any lube?" The wolf chuckled when the fox's eyes went wide; there was no more denying the wolf's intentions. "Right, well, I'll just look for some. You don't mind, do you?"

The fox did mind, of course. He didn't want anyone rifling through his stuff. However, he didn't dare protest.

The wolf stared sifting though drawers, searching. "My name's Jack, in case you were wondering. Do you mind if I keep calling you 'fox'?" Finding nothing in the night stand, he moved on to the large dresser on the opposite wall. "Okay, 'fox' it is. So, tell me... are you straight, fox?" The fox nodded faintly. "Oh, well, not any more. Trust me, you'll like this. I hear it feels really good." Finally, he pulled a bottle out of one of the fox's dresser drawers. "Ha! Found it." He walked back over to the fox, examining his find. "You really have warming lube? Nice."

The horny wolf flicked the cap of the bottle open and padded back over to his toy. He smiled. "Good fox... you kept your tail up for me." He sat down on the bed and grabbed his sheath, slowly coaxing his wolfhood out. He patted the fox's head with his free paw. "Almost ready, fox. I won't keep you waiting for much longer."

Once his sheath was locked behind his large knot, the wolf stood up and walked behind the fox. While the lupine was squirting some of the lube onto his paw, the fox couldn't help but sneak a glance at the tool that would soon be inside him. For someone who had never been on the receiving end of a cock, the thing was huge; there was at least six inches from the tip to the knot, followed by a monstrous bulb of wolf meat. To make matters worse, the thing was nearly two inches thick. He knew, too, that it would only get bigger when the wolf hits orgasm.

His fearful thoughts of the near future quickly switched back to the present when he noticed the wolf's paw moving toward his ass. He only had a second to brace himself before two fingers were quickly shoved inside him.

He screamed. Even though the wolf had had pored a gratuitous about of lube on his fingers, the pain was much more intense than when his tail was nearly pulled off. He tried to push himself onto his bed, in an attempt to get away from the tearing pain in his rear, but the wolf just pulled him back. There was no escaping it. He was vaguely aware that he was begging the wolf to stop, but the wolf kept pushing deeper, intentionally stretching him.

Although the pain of being treated so roughly was beyond terrible, the fox couldn't help but become aroused. The sensation of the wolf's twisting and curling fingers in such a sensitive place was slowly forcing his own dick out of its sheath. Though the torture the wolf was inflicting upon him, he could feel his shaft rubbing against his sheets. That was almost worse than the sharp, shooting pangs under his tail.

"There, good enough."

Feeling the fingers leave him was almost more painful than when they went in. After they were gone, he almost felt empty. He did realize, however, that he was about feel more full than he ever had before. That fact made him feel sick.

While the fox was panicking about things he couldn't change, the wolf was making sure his shaft was slick enough to enter the fox without much effort. Although it might be appear that, by doing this, he was caring for the fox, the truth was far more self-centered. In the past, he neglected to do this, and ended up hurting himself.

Deciding that he couldn't wait any longer, the wolf moved himself between the fox's spread legs. He grinned, rubbing his tip across the fox's hole. For the fox, this was absolutely agonizing. While his mind was screaming about how this would progress, some part of his body actually wanted it to happen.

"You ready?" Before the fox could whine about how much he didn't want the wolf to take him, the lupine reached forward and clamped a paw over the fox's muzzle. A fraction of a second later, the wolf was buried up to his knot inside the fox's tight tailhole.

The penetration was so sudden that the fox didn't react right away. When he did, though, the wolf was thankful that he remembered to hold the fox's muzzle closed. Even though the fox's shrieks of anguish were muffled by his own muzzle, he was still as loud as he was when the wolf was fingering his insides.

Continuing his cruelty, the wolf didn't allow the fox to adjust before pulling back out. Just before he could slip out of his prey's vice-like hole, the wolf shifted and laid on top of the fox. Keeping one paw wrapped around the fox's snout, the wolf slid his other around the vulpine's torso. Using that as leverage, the wolf began to roughly shove his thick cock inside the fox, humping him like a feral.

For what felt like hours, the wolf continued to ram himself deeply inside the once-virgin tailhole. The entire time, the fox kept thinking that the wolf lied to him. He wasn't liking what the muscular canine was doing to him. It didn't feel good; every second was filled with excruciating pain. The agony caused by being stretched to his limits over and over again never went away. He never got used to it.

He quickly regretted getting lube that becomes warm, too. Although the wolf was loving the added sensation, it made the fox feel like his insides were being torn apart. The level of pain he was experiencing, coupled with the warm liquid coating his ass, made him sure he was bleeding. He wasn't, of course; his body was much more resilient than that. The thought, though, that he was literally being split in half didn't do much for him.

Suddenly, the wolf stopped, holding his meat inside the fox. "Whoa, now, try not to get too excited. I don't want you to cum just yet."

The wolf's words struck a chord somewhere inside the fox. He hadn't even realized how much he was enjoying being brutally raped. However, now that the lupine had pointed it out, he realized just how close to the edge he was. Another hump or two and he would have thrown over. He yelled though the wolf's paw and vigorously squirmed, trying again to free himself from the monster laying on top of him. His struggles were just as futile as they had been when the wolf first appeared in his kitchen.

The wolf grinned, savoring the fox's pain. The combination of the involuntary clenches of the fox's tailhole and the screams were making it hard for the wolf to keep from continuing his onslaught of the fox's ass. Once he felt the fox had calmed down enough, the wolf slowly started again, deciding to take a slower pace, only pistoning an inch or two into the fox.

Ultimately, this was easier on the fox; it didn't hurt nearly as much. However, the knew of other ways to torture the fox. Each time the wolf thrusted into the vulpine, he pressed his knot against the fox's abused hole, dimpling it inwards. Eventually, he would continue to apply pressure until the resistance yielded, allowing him to tie with the canine.

The thought of that caused him to drool. Before he could stop it, a small amount of saliva dripped out of his muzzle, only to land between the fox's eyes. He let it sit there for a moment before bringing his head down and lapping the clear fluid back up.

As far as the fox was concerned, this only added to the humiliation. To make it worse, the wolf didn't stop with one lick. Rather, the wolf started to run his tongue over his entire head, moaning to himself. It was almost like the wolf was tasting him. If he wasn't so distracted by the shaft spreading his backside open, he might have been more worried.

Noticing that the fox had stopped screaming, the wolf removed his paw from the fox's muzzle. Almost immediately, the vulpine started to let out a strange combination of a moan and a whimper with each of the wolf's humps. With the absence of his paw, the wolf's roaming tongue made its way to the fox's snout. The wolf grinned. He could taste his own precum around the fox's lips.

Finding himself nearing his own orgasm, the wolf instinctively pulled his cock mostly out of the fox, only to ram it back in. Unfortunately, the tightness of the fox's tailhole thwarted his first attempt at a tie. He did, however, enjoy the fox's sudden, sharp intake of breath, followed by the shriek of pain. Although he didn't get his knot all the way into the fox, he did get it most of it in, stretching the fox beyond what he thought he could ever take.

Although it would only have taken a small amount of effort push himself the rest of the way in, the wolf tugged his knot back out. He wanted to feel the fox taking his knot all at once. His second attempt, unlike the first, wasn't a quick thrust. As he had originally planned, the wolf pressed his knot against the fox's constricting ring, continuing to apply pressure. After some time, he stopped pushing and just held the fox there. The fox's ass was bowed deeply inward, but still didn't allow the bulbous shaft inside.

The fox, meanwhile, had thought he couldn't feel any more pain. The wolf's newest treatment proved him horribly wrong. Every time he tried to scream, however, he only managed a pathetic wheeze. He had been screaming for so long, at that point, that his throat was too sore to allow him to be too vocal about his misery. He could, however, here himself yelling in his head. He could barely hear the wolfs grunts of pleasure above a continuous chant of "no" only he could hear.

"Ready, fox? This is going to hurt. A lot."

The fox shook his head, trying to force out a plea for the wolf to stop.

Even if he could have managed to say something, it wouldn't have mattered. The wolf had barely finished speaking before he quickly rammed his knot into the fox. The wolf's moan drowned out pitiful imitation of a yelp the fox managed.

The act of tying to the fox, although amazingly pleasurable, wasn't enough to bring the wolf to orgasm. Once inside the fox, however, the lupine only needed a few desperate tugs to accomplish this.

The wolf's orgasm was something like a raft going over a waterfall. As soon as he felt the fox's sphincter clamp down behind his knot, he felt himself hurdling toward the edge. He knew it was inevitable, but every twitch would make it that much better. Suddenly, it happened. A few small squirts of seed left his cock, but he wasn't hit with the full force of it yet. It was like the free fall of the raft right after it goes over the lip of the waterfall. He heard a strange white noise building in his ears as he hurdle toward the lake below. Very quickly, he smashed into the bottom, and was overcome by the amazing sensations. All of his senses faded, until all he could feel were the jerks and spurts of his dick, lodged deeply inside the vulpine below him.

The fox's experience was somewhat different. All of the pain he'd felt before led up to this. He knew this was how it would end from the very beginning. This, however, did not make taking the wolf any easier. While the lupine was plunging into new depths of pleasure, the fox was writhing in agony, trying in vain to push the massive intruder out of his body. As if being stretched that wide wasn't bad enough, the added length from the knot pushed the wolf's tip almost four inches deeper inside him. Once the wolf started to cum, it was like he was being continuously punched in the colon. It hurt worse than he could ever have imagined.

As soon as the first drop of spooge left the wolfhood inside the fox, the wolf's knot swelled, exponentially increasing the fox's pain. Once the lupine's seed started to fill the fox, this added girth prevented even the smallest amount from leaking out.

Once the final waves of the wolf's orgasmic high faded to mere ripples, the wolf realized that he was drooling on the fox again. He didn't care, though; he barely had the energy to blink, let alone lick the fox clean again. He sighed, just laying on the fox. Every time he hunted down someone to take advantage of, everything seemed to become more intense.

He nuzzled against the fox's neck, trying to convey some sort of gratitude. This, however, was completely lost on the fox. The poor creature below the lupine was still in a considerable about of pain. It was too bad, though; the wolf wasn't done yet. He planned on taking as much pleasure for the fox as he possibly could, regardless of how much the fox got out of it.