{"sf1_id":117246,"sf2_id":"J1OylJmj","title":"Stockholm (M/M)(Pt. 9 of \"Under The Devil's Eye\")","author":"Hawk","words":12708,"posted_at":"2010-01-05T12:04:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Black Wolf","Bondage","Captivity","M/M","Oral","Plot Development","Red Fox"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/117246-stockholm-m-m-pt-9-of-under-the-devil-s-eye","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1OylJmj","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/18/91/1891faf8-ffd1-478c-85e5-64c2944456c7","description":"#9 of Under the Devil's Eye","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nStockholm\n\nPt. 9 of \"Under The Devil's Eye\"\n\nby H. A. Kirsch\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk stood at the window and looked out into the back yard. It sloped faintly, probably down to a\n\ndrainage creek. The part closest to the house contained a patio, elaborate garden, and a fountain.\n\nEverything had a white patina on it from the snow as small prickly flakes fell in the cold\n\nearly-morning air. Lainsville was getting a white Christmas.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter Norsten was celebrating the white Christmas tied up in his own bed, mouth stuffed with a\n\nrubber ball, hands and ankles pulled behind him, eyes blinded by a fur-lined blindfold.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You have a nice yard,\" Hawk said, leaning one gloved hand on the window frame. As far as he could\n\nsee, none of the neighboring houses could see up into the second floor. If they could, they'd see a\n\nblack canid shape silhouetted by the room light.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter snapped out of some kind of reverie and whimpered. He struggled against the cuffs, metal\n\nclicking, leather squeaking.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What's wrong?\" Hawk asked, moving towards the bed with the slow clunk-scrape of boot heels. He\n\ncouldn't resist the urge to make a racket when moving around in them, and it stiffened his cock in\n\nhis leather breeches.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter's sightless head swerved around, then started flicking the muzzle down towards his midsection.\n\nThe fox's cock had long since gone soft, leaving a dribble of leftovers on the sheets. It was\n\nnothing compared to the drool puddle from the gagged-open muzzle.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk stared. At first, he stared just because he had no idea what Peter wanted, and no interest in\n\nhearing the litany that would surely fall out of the fox's mouth when the gag came out. Then he\n\nstared because he realized what Peter needed, and what it was going to involve. \"I'm going to take\n\nyour ankle cuffs off, and I'm going to walk you to the bathroom. If you try to kick me or do\n\nanything... don't.\" The wolf leaned down and touched the fox's ankle again, prompting an electric\n\njerk from the fox. He undid the carabiner keeping ankle to ankle, feet to wrists, and left it fitted\n\nthrough the fox's hands behind the lower back. Peter stretched and groaned with the crack of knee\n\njoints and lower back. He still twitched when Hawk helped him sit up, resisting slightly as he was\n\nhelped to his feet, then eager to move forward.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe black wolf led the fox into the master bathroom and parked him in front of the toilet. The fox\n\nsimply stood. \"What's the matter?\" Hawk growled. \"I'm not going to let go of you, so if you're\n\npiss-shy, you get to stand here until it forces its way out.\" That didn't work, so Hawk turned the\n\ntap on. Peter just whimpered. \"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you...\" he looked at the\n\narm-cuffed fox and Peter's dangling, uncut dick. \"Oh, you don't want to make a mess. How\n\nthoughtful.\" Hawk reached around and cradled the fox's cock between thumb and two fingers, rolled\n\nthe skin back. Peter inhaled, back curving, chest filling out, and then he let out a profound groan.\n\nHis piss blew into the toilet to the tune of several prostate-ached whimpers, mimmicking the wolf's\n\nearlier grunting.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk's cock throbbed in his leathers again. Situation notwithstanding, helping a helpless fox piss\n\nhimself empty was a turn-on the wolf had enjoyed several times before. Peter ruined the erotic\n\nmoment by grunting and swiftly turning around, sitting on the toilet with a thud. He whimpered\n\nagain, muzzle tucked down, hands trying to steady himself. He pleaded several times, and Hawk\n\nreturned the little sounds with a snapping snort. \"You're gonna have to do it with me standing right\n\nhere.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter sighed and leaned forward, rocked slightly as he sat on the toilet, then his stomach hunched\n\ntight and he grunted. Hawk's reward was a profound splash and a groan identical to the one Peter\n\nmade when withdrawing from Hawk's cock earlier. The fox repeated the ordeal, then leaned back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Okay, time for a shower. I'm going to uncuff your hands. Clean yourself off.\" Hawk helped Peter\n\nstand, then made a face as he looked into the toilet. Not only had Peter emptied himself, but Hawk's\n\nlack of orgasm was plainly evident - no big creamy slime in there. The wolf flushed the toilet and\n\npushed Peter into the shower tub, then removed the cuff carabiner.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox didn't fight - he just turned the shower on, then blindly groped for soap. Hawk stood at the\n\nother end of the bathroom, watching Peter scrub himself down, even going as far as the cock-washing\n\nthat the wolf had watched so many times so long ago. As the wolf stared on, he felt a sinking\n\nfeeling inside. It just wasn't the same.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter lathered up, then rinsed off, then shut the water down and stood bedraggled. Hawk swiped a\n\ntowel off the rack - monogrammed with a 'P' - and then started drying the fox. \"I'm going to put you\n\nto bed now. We'll see how you feel in the morning. Maybe I can take that gag out. Maybe I can let\n\nyou have a look around.\" With the towel still wrapped around Peter, Hawk started moving the fox\n\naround. The dressing room held a linen closet, and Hawk retrieved a couple of comforters and wrapped\n\nthem around the fox, turning him into a pair of black ears sticking out of blankets.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk's first inclination was the basement, but he felt too strange inside to try taking the fox all\n\nthe way down there. He didn't even know what \\_was\\_ down there. Instead, he pushed Peter into the\n\nstudy and forced him onto the day bed. The wolf worked the carabiner back into place, leaving the\n\nfox hogtied and bundled into bedclothes. The wolf left the room and shut the door, then stalked down\n\nthe hallway to the master bedroom. His heart pounded in his ears, blood surging everywhere, eyes\n\ntunneled down to a dark view of everything in front of him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOff came the coat, lurched onto a sitting chair in the bedroom. Hawk went straight for the fox's\n\nlaundry hamper and started digging. Shirts, pants, a skirt, panties. A sniff of the silky fabric\n\ngave Hawk a strong blast of musk, but \\_not\\_ Peter's, not even male. The wolf wrinkled his nose and\n\nkept on. He finally located a pair of stretchy exercise shorts, cool and damp and reeking of sweat,\n\nexertion, and the rank sexual stink of an uncut male dick.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShuddering with need, the leather-clad wolf stripped his fly open and took his cock into glove hand,\n\nreclining onto the bed with Peter's shorts draped across his face. He held the material to his snout\n\nand breathed in the male vapors, groaning as he worked himself off. It didn't take long,\n\nhalf-smothered by the hard press of fabric, intoxicated by the vulpine male smell, and desperate to\n\nunload the ache of seed inside. As he started to jerk and twitch, Hawk took the shorts down to his\n\ncock and thrust into the slinky material, wet splurts of seed making an audible squelch into the\n\nfabric and glistening as it came out the other side.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDisgusted, the wolf threw the shorts back into the hamper and yawned. He leaned back on the bed,\n\nplanning to think through just what he was doing, but he fell asleep instead.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk woke up in a stranger's bed in a stranger's house. The smell surrounding him was wolf musk, fox\n\nmusk, spit and semen, and then a pervasive Other smell that he couldn't identify. Groggy, he felt a\n\nvaguely familial twinge, almost comforting. Female. Fox. The name Melinda appeared in his head, and\n\nthe wolf sat up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe opulent bedroom was alien to him. The spot on the sheets next to him had a dried drool puddle,\n\nbeige against white, and then a darker precum stain next to it. Hawk was still clad in his leather\n\ngear, with come stains on his thighs and a splatter of it on his stomach where his dickhead had\n\nflopped in the night. He felt slightly hungover and hungry, mouth frothy.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMelinda was Peter's wife. Peter Norsten. Hawk rubbed at his forehead, then stared down at his gloved\n\nhands. He climbed from bed and stripped down, then trudged into the bathroom for a hot shower.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs he soaped up, he remembered Peter showering at school. Then, he remembered Peter showering\n\nblindfolded, handcuffed but not restrained. He remembered Peter shitting, pissing before that,\n\naccepting Hawk's dick until orgasm, crying as he was... shocked inside... Hawk wasn't a stranger to\n\nthat kind of play, but only ever did it out of the sheer alarming allure of doing something so wrong\n\nto someone. During all the remembrance, Hawk's cock stayed drooped and skinned over the tip.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf dried off, then took the damp towel and buffed his leather gear clean. He sat in the\n\nbathroom, all brass and marble and tooled metal mirror frames and expensive tile, and slowly put his\n\nclothes back on. The act of sliding leather onto his fur wasn't something that stimulated him now -\n\nit left him feeling full of dread, like it meant he was headed out to do something, to enact\n\nsomething, to enforce something he didn't want to enforce. Only he \\_did\\_ want it. That's why he was\n\nin Peter's house, fifteen years after first 'meeting' the fox.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe slung his coat on, slipped it off, slung it on, stared in the mirror, turned. He finally disposed\n\nof it onto the king bed and stalked down the hallway of the silent house. There were really no\n\ndecorations - Hawk couldn't figure that out. Maybe Peter was depressed without.. without them\n\nover... the wolf shook the thought out of his head and opened the study door with a yank and clomped\n\nin.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter awoke immediately, head jerking upwards, then settling back against the comforter. Still\n\nblindfolded, muzzle matted and damp with drool, still hogtied. Hawk winced and headed over, quickly\n\nundoing the carabiner from the ankle cuffs. Peter stretched and whimpered, then sat up with help.\n\nHawk helped him to his feet and walked the fox around the house, very slowly - Peter either didn't\n\nwant to or was unable to move quickly. Hawk felt like he was moving an invalid around.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf stopped in the kitchen and pulled one of the chairs out. Despite the rest of the house, the\n\nkitchen was flawless and modern, Swedish and full of square angles and warm spotlighting. Hawk\n\nnudged Peter into the chair and the fox thankfully sat down, hunched over, a splat of drool landing\n\non the table. Hawk frowned again and gently took the blindfold off - Peter's eyes just stared at the\n\ntable. He took the gag out, and the only thing that came out of Peter's mouth was a much larger\n\nsplat of drool.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hmf,\" Hawk swiped up a dish towel and mopped it up. \"You need to eat something.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Water,\" Peter whispered.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Same difference,\" Hawk said. He rooted through the cabinets until he found the glasses and took one\n\nout, then filled it from the fridge. He set it on the counter, and then had an idea. It made him\n\nshiver, made him feel sick, but then he remembered who Peter was, what he'd done back in school.\n\nHawk took out a shallow bowl and filled it from the fridge. He then set it in front of Peter, took\n\nhis own glass, and guzzled it down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox stared at the bowl, then up at Hawk.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I... I can't...\" Peter huffed, and leaned forward. Despite his proclamation, the fox managed to\n\nbend over using the edge of the table to lean on. \"This is so humiliating, why are you doing this to\n\nme?\" Despite his complaint, he touched his muzzle to the bowl of water and started licking. Hawk had\n\nlong since learned that hybrids were missing the under-curl reflex, and Peter made a mess of the\n\ntable before closing his eyes and just slurping.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You think I don't know how humiliating that is?\" Hawk said, leaning with his hip cocked out, one\n\nhand on the end of the table. \"I could make it ten times worse. I could throw scraps on the floor\n\nfor you. I could spill water there and lick it up. I could fill your bowl with my piss. Be glad\n\nyou're getting nice, cool, fresh water at your own dinner table.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter scuttled the last droplets and then sighed with a puff. He looked bedraggled despite the\n\nprevious night's shower.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I need to eat. What the fuck do you like for breakfast?\" Hawk said, pushing off the table and\n\nmoving to the fridge. \"Answer me. I'm asking you what you want to eat. Isn't that nice enough?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I don't know, maybe some eggs.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Try being a little more specific-\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Okay, fried, sunny side up, but with the... with the tops steamed a little?\" Peter kept his eyes\n\ndown, ears tilted to the sides. \"Two, I guess. And some bacon. Toast.\" The fox's requests grew\n\nquieter with each item.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs Hawk took the items out of the fridge, he turned and looked, then frowned. He turned back and\n\nslid his gloves off, then set them out of the way on the counter. He grabbed for a cast iron pan and\n\nstarted it up. \"Why don't you decorate your house for Christmas?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter waited almost a minute to answer. \"No one but me was going to be here this year. It didn't\n\nseem worth the bother. This... this is a historical neighborhood, and there are so many rules.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Christmas is for kids,\" Hawk said, facing into his task at hand. Bacon first, then eggs. \"I don't\n\nhave any kids. Your son is what, almost in high school? He's going to start paying attention to\n\ngirls and what brand of jeans he needs, not Christmas and toys.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter stared at Hawk, hard enough to clue the wolf in. Hawk turned his head around and stared right\n\nback, then turned to the food once more. Once the bacon and eggs were done, he pan-fried some toast\n\nin the leftover butter, then cut it into strips. He got out two plates and sat down, one plate in\n\nfront of Peter and one in front of himself. He started eating, while the red fox just stared at his\n\nfood. \"Can't I... can't I use my hands?\" The plaintive question went unanswered, even ignored, as\n\nHawk just devoured his egg by putting the bacon on a strip of toast, then stabbing it into the runny\n\nyolk.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox started to breathe hard, then deepened it until his ears wilted, then swallowed and leaned\n\ndown. A toast strip was first, tore off with a few nips, then eaten. Bacon started the same way, but\n\nhe dropped a drool covered piece which landed with a splat on top of an egg yolk. Hawk stopped\n\neating and stared on. Peter's face wrinkled and his ears tipped further to the sides, and he pushed\n\nhis muzzle down into the egg and chewed it up, leaving a wet smear on the end of his snout. His urge\n\nto eat took over until he'd gotten the last piece of egg up, then went to lick at the plate and\n\nsputtered instead. The sound first came like a chuckle, then a little cough, and then a sniff. When\n\nhe looked up again, his eyes were burning red and watering.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk stared back, heart pounding, then set his fork down with a clank and got up from the table. His\n\nintention was to grab a clean dish towel, but Peter misread the violence of the upstart and started\n\nto outright sob. The wolf returned and bundled the towel up, then went to dab at the fox's wet\n\nfacefur. Instead, he realized that half the mess was food, and looked at the towel. He snorted and\n\nsnarled and spit, then did it again. Peter cried out as Hawk brought the spit-wet fabric up towards\n\nhis face, but Hawk overpowered him and ground out most of the eggy mess, leaving just a sheen of oil\n\nfrom the butter on the damp fur. He then buffed everything with the clean part of the towel. \"If it\n\nworked for ma, it'll work for me, I guess,\" he said, then patted Peter on the shoulder. The fox\n\nswung his head around and gave Hawk wide, curious, post-sob eyes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf pursed his lips and frowned, then swallowed, then leaned down in and gave Peter a hug. He\n\nrubbed the fox's head over into his shoulder, allowing some real fur from his bicep to brush, then\n\nstood back up. Peter's eyes followed him, the fox's muzzle parting in confusion. Hawk disappeared\n\ndown into the basement, and soon Peter was looking around nervous.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen Hawk reappeared, he passed Peter and headed upstairs. He returned again, in a flurry of heavy\n\nboot stomps, this time swathed in his opened leather trenchcoat. He picked his gloves up from the\n\nkitchen counter, then skinned them on, eyes fixed on the seated, arm-bound fox. Peter grew panicked\n\nand started to struggle against his chair.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Please, no, I'm sore from yesterday, I can't do that again... for... a while,\" the fox said, ears\n\nfolded flat to his head, lips pulled back in a grimace that made his whiskers even sweep back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You're going to come downstairs with me,\" Hawk said, and stepped over, grasping at Peter's upper\n\narms. The fox fought even as he stood, first trying to beat the wolf back with his shoulders, then\n\njust trying to pull away. The wolf just dragged the fox along, and Peter kept fighting until Hawk\n\nshoved him front-first into the stairwell. Then, Peter groaned and hurried down the stairs with wolf\n\nin tow. The basement was partially finished, and Hawk pushed him along through the rec room area,\n\nthen down a small hallway into the utility room. The room had been cleared with boxes all to one\n\nside, and a wood chair pushed into the middle of the room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk stepped over and sat in the chair, careful to keep his coat outside his legs. He planted his\n\nboots flat on the floor, gloved hands on top of his leather-clad knees, body erect in the chair. \"I\n\nwant you to get down onto your knees, then onto your chest, then come and kiss my boots.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter managed to sink to his knees, but stayed stock still, back arched, body tensed until even his\n\ntail stuck out straight. \"I can't....\" he finally said. Hawk grunted and stood up, then came over\n\nand removed the carabiner from between the fox's wrists. He brought them around front and fixed the\n\nring again. It wouldn't be too hard for Peter to remove it, but the fox seemed to be completely\n\nunaware. Hawk sat back down, and this time Peter came over and knelt again. The fox bobbed\n\ndownwards, lifted up, then looked up at Hawk before he sunk fully. The fox took a quick slurp of the\n\nleather up over the instep, then sat back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Down on all fours, and kiss my boots. That wasn't a kiss. No... don't kiss them. I want you to\n\nclean every inch with your tongue. Of both boots.\" Hawk stayed stock still, staring down at the fox.\n\nUnbeknown to him, the single dangling light bulb projected a massive horned effigy of Hawk's head\n\nnear where the wall met the floor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter stared at it, then wrinkled his face at the prospect of licking further. He closed his eyes\n\nand started giving the leather broad strokes, stopping every twenty or so in order to hang his mouth\n\nopen for more spit. Over the space of a few minutes, his muzzle worked from the toe up to the\n\ninstep, around the sides, back over the heel, and was moving up the wolf's boot shaft. He reached\n\nthe top cuff, then sat back. Hawk stared him down, until it jogged Peter's memory and the fox's eyes\n\ndropped down to the other boot. Peter swallowed and set about repeating the entire action. Once\n\nfinished, Hawk stood up and walked over to the laundry machines, then took a towel and buffed the\n\ndamp or drying streaks into a warm gloss on the boot leather.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf then stepped over and crouched next to the kneeling vulpine, one leather-clad arm around\n\nPeter's back. He leaned in, even stroking at the opposite jaw to ensure Peter looked his way. \"How\n\nlong are you here alone for?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter nearly closed his eyes. \"Until Sunday night. The... flight comes in at seven.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No one else is going to come by until then?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox's eyes closed all the way. \"No.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"And you don't really have to do work today. No one's going to fire you. You just don't want to be\n\nall alone without a distraction on Christmas day,\" Hawk guessed. Peter leaned his head over and\n\npushed it onto Hawk's leather-covered bicep, leaned his face against the black hide.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I guess, that's it,\" the fox said. \"Are you the devil?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk's impulse to laugh lasted so short that by the time his throat went to form the sound, he ended\n\nup gagging and swallowing instead. It wasn't funny, and Peter wasn't being funny. The fox's eyes\n\nwere haunted and tired, face slack enough to even part his jaw. \"The devil wants you to join him,\n\nagainst God. I don't. I don't care about God or the devil or any of that shit.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I've always been, afraid, that the devil would come for me... here, or after I died, after I was\n\nsure I was going to heaven. Even before I... was born again,\" Peter said, staring at the floor just\n\ninches ahead of one of the wolf's boot toes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Why would you care so much about heaven, about hell? You have maybe eighty years here that you have\n\nto live before you get there. What happens if you do everything right and make a big mistake? You\n\nspend eternity being punished for it?\" Hawk let Peter go and stood up. \"I'll be gone before your\n\nfamily comes home on Sunday night. There won't be very much trace of me. You can tell them that a\n\nfriend came over from work. That's not an eternity.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter lifted his head and grew the overwhelmed wide-eye stare again. Hawk gave it back with a\n\nfurrowed brow, hiding his own uncertainty. Mostly uncertainty as to what he would actually do for\n\nthat amount of time. His unconscious mind was serving up tasks for him, and he was embarking on them\n\nwith only a sexual twinge to lead him forward. \"What are you going to do to me?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Use you. Just like you always used to want. Not the way you were used.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk's definition of 'use' took a more affectionate, but still humiliating turn, after the wolf\n\ndevised better restraints. Using a length of ceiling lamp chain he found in the fox's basement, he\n\nmade a set of hobbling shackles. The fox's wrists and ankles were all chained together with the\n\naddition of a padlocked belt. The fox could neither remove the belt nor the chains without extremely\n\nconcerted effort and probably a chipped tooth or two. Hawk then went upstairs and perched himself on\n\nthe family room's leather sofa, while Peter got to curl up in a nest of comforters on the nearby\n\nchaise. As soon as he was lying down, the fox was hobbled further, a length of chain put around his\n\nknees and the wrist chains so he was forced to lie down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe black wolf, still clad in full leather gear, started reading through various magazines on the\n\ncoffee table, then found some science program on television and half-watched it. \"I hope you don't\n\nmind this stuff. I can't stand regular TV,\" he said, and got a little nod from Peter. The wolf\n\nreturned to the magazine, ignoring Peter for a good hour solid.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox rolled and shifted around, trying to change position without rolling over and facing in the\n\ncompletely opposite direction. After a short while, he gave up trying to avoid looking at Hawk and\n\nsimply stared around at random things like a housepet. When the wolf changed magazines, Peter piped\n\nup. \"Do you always wear all that?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"All what?\" Hawk asked, turning his gaze to Peter. Inside, the wolf's heart started to pound again,\n\nand the rising torment just came out in the form of ice.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"All the... leather.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes,\" Hawk said, and folded the magazine. He sat up and scooted down to the other end of the sofa,\n\nwhere chaise and shackled fox sat. Peter recoiled slightly, but that only leaned him up against the\n\nback arm of the chaise. Hawk reached for him and the fox further pulled away from the incoming\n\nblack-gloved hands, then squirmed and let out a whimper.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Please don't do this to me,\" Peter begged, but Hawk didn't heed. The wolf gently stroked the fox's\n\nears and headfur again and again, gently cradling it even as Peter squirmed and twisted away. The\n\nother hand stroked at the fox's shoulder, then over his chest, then up and down the middle of his\n\nstomach alongside the shackle chains. After resisting for a few minutes, Peter finally let out a\n\nshattered sigh and almost started to sob. The sound was replaced by a light groan and he turned his\n\nhead, offering the wolf's gloved hand a firm nuzzle.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Later tonight, I'm going to make you come again,\" Hawk said, the words weighted almost enough to be\n\na threat. \"You should have a nap now,\" he said, and stood, then took the blankets away from Peter.\n\nThe wolf loosened the chains, then helped Peter stand. Unsure and slightly limping, Peter followed\n\nalong as Hawk went upstairs and then into the study. Hawk stowed Peter on the daybed, then turned\n\nand latched the door with a key he'd found downstairs.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk's plan was open-ended. The wolf hadn't thought anything through - he was going to pay Peter a\n\nvisit, and dressed just in case he needed to intimidate the fox. He didn't plan on staying, but once\n\nhe gauged the vulpine's reaction, it was irresistible. Not only in a pleasured way, either; the wolf\n\nfelt like a moth drawn to a flame. Alzarre's reaction only spurred him on, out of curiosity -\n\nAlzarre was unflappable and almost always encouraging, but not now - and out of defiance to the\n\nguara's dissuasion.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHaving no plan meant he had no change of clothes. The leather gear was already starting to get musky\n\nin a mostly pleasant way, and Hawk eventually took the harness off for a little more comfort. It was\n\na bit of a head trip spending time in so much gear, though, and Peter didn't seem to have any clue\n\nthat the wolf was only wearing it out of no options. The fox was simultaneously curious and scared\n\nevery time he looked at Hawk, like he genuinely wasn't sure what to think.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDinner was a repeat of breakfast, with the eggs and bacon switched out for a steak. Hawk had to cut\n\nit up for Peter, and the fox stared at the chunks of meat for several minutes before silently eating\n\nthem. He didn't cry again, but did offer a profound humiliated whimper before dredging his snout\n\nthrough a stack of gravy-swaddled mashed potatoes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk sat at the head of the table and watched Peter eat the same way as before, even though the fox\n\nwas hobbled with his hands available for limited movement. The wolf hadn't said to eat like a dog;\n\nPeter took it upon himself. Hawk remembered what it was like to be forced to trot around like a dog,\n\nhow it stimulated his instincts, made him burn with arousal. When he got up to put the dishes away,\n\nhe checked the naked fox. Peter's cock was soft, lying against his thigh. Hawk shuddered and went to\n\nthe sink to wash everything by hand. When he finished, Peter was still sitting there, staring at the\n\ntabletop.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What the fuck's that face for,\" Hawk grunted, letting his dinner whiskey get the better of his\n\nmouth. Peter's dinner whiskey - more of that single malt scotch that had burned so hotly inside an\n\nirish coffee the night before.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I have to..\" Peter said, and didn't finish.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk leaned back against the counter and picked his gloves back up. He slid them on, and Peter's\n\neyes widened. \"You have to what?\" Once the wolf was done skinning the leather on, he snatched his\n\ncoat up and swung it on again. Peter's knees knocked together and his tail curled.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I have to go again,\" Peter said, head nodding forward, eyes closing in shame. When Hawk went to\n\ntouch Peter's head, the fox's ears were scalding hot. He gently rubbed at one, then let go.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk tapped Peter on the shoulder, then turned and stalked out of the kitchen, boots knocking\n\nagainst the hardwood as he made his way across the great room and up the stairs to the second story.\n\nPeter followed behind, a few clatters of chain as the fox moved against the table, everything\n\nclinking slightly as he made his way up the stairs. The notion of a shackled fox following\n\nobediently made Hawk's cock start to ache and swell inside his breeches, and he grappled with it as\n\nhe made his way to the bathroom. He stood outside, waiting for Peter to step in, then shut the door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox sat down on the toilet and then flattened his ears. \"Are you... are you going to watch?\" The\n\nnight before, there'd been no complaints, but Peter had been blindfolded and gagged and probably\n\nterrified.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk answered the question by crossing his arms in front of his coat-hidden chest, leather squeaking\n\ninto position, boots shoulder-width apart on the tile floor. He stood directly in front of the\n\nseated Peter, and stared down at him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEmbarrassed, Peter's ears sunk and he hunched over, shifting back and forth until his cock flopped\n\ndown the hole in the seat. He held onto the front, chains against the seat as he leaned and bushed\n\nhis tail around. After an intake of breath, his cock started to spray into the bowl with a hiss and\n\na sigh of relief from the fox. Peter squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his grip on the seat, and\n\nhis tail rose up, then bucked a couple of times. After a strained grunt, his tail stuck out and\n\nquivered and a wet plop resonated in the bowl. Peter whimpered and tensed again, his piss\n\nsplattering straight into the water, body tensing again before another wet splash. The fox's body\n\nsagged and his ears rose, face slack with relief. He opened his eyes and looked up at Hawk, with an\n\nexpression that the wolf read as, \"Is this it?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Clean yourself off,\" Hawk snapped, then stepped over to lean on the double vanity, eyes still fixed\n\non Peter. The fox stood and flushed, then climbed into the shower and sheepishly started to soap\n\nhimself off. He didn't try to show off but didn't try to hide either, simply pawwing a bath puff\n\naround his neck, chest, privates, and then scrubbing under his tail. The fox rinsed and then stepped\n\nout of the shower and took up a towel, drying himself to a fluffy damp.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk brought Peter out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom, leading the fox to the bed. He\n\npointed to the sheets and didn't say a word; Peter sat and then laid down. Hawk opened the\n\nnightstand and Peter started to whimper, eyes closing again. Hawk rooted around - the only other\n\nitem he hadn't found before was a fox-sized muzzle, made of firm but supple leather, with a full\n\nhead-harness. Hawk took it out and held it up. \"Who wears this? You or her?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter didn't say anything.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I said, who wears this?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox clenched his jaw shut, arched his back and rolled away. Hawk climbed into bed and grabbed\n\nthe fox, prompting Peter to fight until he screamed, the glass-cracking wail muffled as Hawk forced\n\nthe muzzle sheath onto his captive in a kind of reverse penetration. Once it was buckled in place,\n\nHawk went at the shackle harness, unhooking the chains and reversing them so that the fox's wrists\n\nwere behind his back and shackled down to his ankles, a second carabiner between ankle cuffs\n\nensuring that the fox wouldn't be able to walk even if he rolled out of bed and stood up. Hawk\n\nensured that the wrists weren't wedged together, so that they could fit comfortably to the side if\n\nPeter was lying down - even so, the fox's elbows were pulled back and rendered helpless.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Let's see if this makes you a little more talkative,\" Hawk said, and withdrew the e-stim prostate\n\nmassager again. It was such a slight thing, a little flexible metal rod with a ball at the tip and\n\nan insulator between the two parts. He dribbled lubricant all over it, then brought it over to\n\nPeter. The fox immediately rolled away. Hawk's muzzle cracked into a grin as he watched the fox\n\npresent, then turned the smirk into a snarl as his attempts to pry the fox's cleft apart failed. The\n\nwolf growled and prodded the device up against the fox's cheeks, forcing it between them, stuffing\n\nthe slippery metal tip into the opening. Peter whined and let out a stuttering noise into the muzzle\n\nsheath, then jerked as the second half of the electrode entered him and the wand turned on. The\n\nfox's tail jerked, hole squeezing up and tugging more of the wand inside, then relaxed, only to buck\n\nand squeeze again. And again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Now,\" Hawk said, withdrawing his cock from his breeches after opening his coat, moving to stand at\n\nthe bedside again. He slowly milked his shaft, precum and sweat already producing a wet sound now\n\nand then as glans forced through glove leather. \"Now, who wears that? Is it her? Do you tie her up\n\nand muzzle her and come in her sloppy cunt? Or does she strap it on you? Does she do this to you?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter's attempt at fighting against the penetration failed, and his attempts at struggling\n\nafterwards failed as well, due to the relentless gut-shifting prostate shocks. The fox finally\n\nrolled over onto his back, forcing the device in to the full depth, then squirmed and pulled his\n\nknees up, then twisted side to side. Soon, he was breathing deep and hard, cock throbbing and\n\ntensing up from the involuntary sexual convulsions.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk came over and petted at the fox's muzzled snout, then unhooked it. The leather came away with a\n\nhuff, as if Peter was trying to blow it off. \"Tell me-\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"She puts it on me,\" Peter said, body still arching, hands gripping and yanking at the sheets and\n\nforcing downwards. \"She she puts it on me and she calls me names, and sometimes she even spits in\n\nit, and then, and then she gets on me and rides me real hard, and pulls my face in between her tits,\n\nand then sometimes I'll come just with that, with her... with her cunt working my dickhead...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk stared into the fox's eyes as Peter looked around the room or closed his. The couple of times\n\nhe connected with the wolf, Peter's eyes were blank as he recalled his marital sex - or his imagined\n\nfantasies of it. The wolf's cock stayed swollen due to Peter's reaction to the tale; the actual\n\ncontent nearly horrified Hawk. The wolf took the muzzle sheath and stuffed his cock into it, then\n\nstarted using it as a breath-heated warm jackoff sleeve. Peter didn't seem to notice.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Sometimes I'll come in her and she'll climb up and straddle my chest, and, and make me eat it back\n\nout of her, until she comes, and she almost chokes me with her legs. Or... or I'll, I'll come on her\n\nbreasts and, and start to suck it off her tits like milk...\" Peter's words ceased as his throat\n\ncaught.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk snorted and uttered a curt, \"Fuck,\" then rolled his eyes shut and snarled with waves of\n\nclimactic release, cock pumping his seed into the leather muzzle piece. He then slid it off his cock\n\nand approached Peter. The fox was still mumbling, now incoherently, about which parts of his wife\n\nmade him come the hardest, when Hawk forced the muzzle back over the vulpine's snout. Peter got out\n\nabout three words before he realized he couldn't talk, then snorted the wolf's spunk and coughed\n\nout, forcing it to shove out the nostril holes like snot. The fox then lurched back and let out a\n\nthroaty cry, the sound coming broken like sobs; if the fox was crying, it was out of ecstasy as his\n\ncock bucked and splattered his slender chest with lines of creamy, prostate-milked semen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf grabbed the wand out of Peter's asshole, drawing a whimper from the fox, and then a sigh of\n\nrelief as it spared him the massive overstimulation. Hawk didn't take anything else off save for the\n\nfox's ankle carabiner - Peter's eyes swelled to a terrified expression as Hawk forced him out of the\n\nbed with the muzzle still on his snout. Once more, the wolf pushed Peter into the study and forced\n\nhim into the doggie bed of comforters that made a fabric puddle on the day bed, then left and locked\n\nthe door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBack in the master bedroom, Hawk felt empty and ashamed of himself. He held his phone in his gloved\n\nhand, scrolling through the contacts to get to Alzarre's entry, wondering if the maned wolf would be\n\nin a better state of mind. Hawk imagined the guara's reaction upon hearing about how Hawk forced\n\nPeter to go to the bathroom, then his mind went off on a tangent about just how unusual it was to\n\nhave done that, and how Peter looked somewhat like a cat squatting over a sandbox - complete with\n\nthe tail twitching.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBefore he could actually call Alzarre, the phone rang on its own and he almost dropped it. The\n\nscreen lit up with a picture of a red fox with leather opera gloves on, making kissy faces into a\n\nwide angle camera lens - a complete Facebook trendy teenager shot. The fox in the picture wasn't a\n\nteenager, though, and he wasn't what the caption read: \"Whore\". In parentheses was the truth:\n\n\"Chadrick Fox\". Hawk answered. \"Hey.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Haaawwwkk, I'm lonely, can I come over?\" Chad put on his best whining voice. \"And it's Christmas, I\n\nwant to give you a present!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk's face drained. Of course it was Christmas. The thought that Chad had a present for him made\n\nhim worry about just what the fox would have bought him. It probably involved something for the\n\nvulpine to wear while being used by Hawk, or possibly something for the wolf to wear while using the\n\nfox, or it could be a real honest gift in which case he wouldn't know what to do. \"You'd have an\n\nempty house, I'm in California.\" Hawk was not in California. At most, he was five miles from Chad.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ohhh, why are you in California?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"My dad flew me out here. We're having a little.. thing. It's weird. But hey, he actually got around\n\nto paying to see me, only took him about ten years,\" the wolf said. No, Dad did not pay for plane\n\ntickets anywhere - Hawk was in a stranger's bed, another fox's bed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hmmf! Well, I had plenty of crap at my parents' place. My niece kept telling me she wanted to marry\n\nme! At least she's only six. When are you coming back? I'm soooo horny. You have no idea what I want\n\nto do to you. It's going to be so awesome.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You've got such a vivid imagination, you little fuck. I'll be back Sunday night.\" Hawk played\n\nevents in his head. While Chad was trying to tease him, he imagined Peter sitting on the toilet and\n\nshitting like a cat again. He started wondering if he actually even liked Peter; the whole treatment\n\nwas excessive, but he had to do it. It satisfied him, and maybe somewhere, there was a kernel of\n\ngood to come of it...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oooh, I'm going to have a big surprise for you!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk wanted to curl up in a ball. Despite being on the phone and still wearing his leather gear,\n\ndespite the scent of sex that wafted up from his foreskin, he rolled onto his side and pulled his\n\nknees up. All the leather gear made it awkward. \"Great. Hey, you know, I miss you. L.A's a shithole.\n\nThere's too much traffic and everyone's... like my dad. I should have brought you along.\" Hawk\n\npictured the scarlet fox tied up and gagged on his knees in a hotel bed, whimpering and pleading to\n\nget off at the hands of a black-leathered wolf. Unlike Peter, the other fox was something Hawk would\n\ntruly enjoy. Hawk felt like he was making a complete mistake, at least by lying. \"I mean it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChad whimpered and something rustled against the phone. \"Well, I'll come over Sunday night, okay?\n\nI'll even get a ride, no driving around for the big, mean wolf after a long flight. Okay?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah, it's great,\" Hawk said. \"Merry Christmas.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe hung up and clutched onto one of the frill-edged bed pillows, then stared at the wall until he\n\neventually fell asleep.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe next morning, Hawk sat at the head of the dining table, while Peter slouched at the opposite\n\nend. Breakfast was morning hash with eggs, sausage, shredded potatoes, and cheese. Perhaps in an\n\nattempt to stave off the inevitable mess, Peter shook his head when Hawk offered ketchup. The fox's\n\narms were still behind his back, and he leaned over to eat very carefully, trying to consume more\n\nthan smudge things on his place with his nose.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk stared. At first, it was amusing, even erotic, to see the fox try to eat like a dog again.\n\nPeter's muzzle fur was all matted, though, from a night spent trapped in a leather holster with\n\nwolfcome smeared all over it. When the heat turned on and sent a breeze from the other side of the\n\nroom, from behind Peter, it carried the powerful musk of stale and ripened wolf semen. Hawk lost his\n\nappetite and put the fork down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I have something to tell you,\" Peter said, after most of his food was gone down the hatch. He\n\nlifted his eyes up as he said it, and stared straight at Hawk, but nothing intimidating showed on\n\nhis face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm not a fucking priest,\" Hawk said, gloved hands holding onto the edge of the table like he was\n\ngoing to push away at any second. \"Confessing shit to me isn't going to get you anywhere.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"When someone kept stealing your gym shorts, it wasn't those wolves who hung out with Christopher.\n\nThey only did that thing with, with, with the pants once. Then they got bored and did other stuff. I\n\ndunno, they were like a pack or something.\" Peter sat up, and Hawk just stared on. The fox took a\n\ndeep breath. \"I mean, it was me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe two stared at each other for several minutes. Once Peter was satisfied Hawk wasn't going to try\n\nand eat him, the fox continued. \"It was after... the woods. I could smell you while you were doing\n\nit, and I liked the smell, and so I wanted to have it more. Christopher.. he would, he would get on\n\nme and come in me, sometimes really fast if he was all riled up after school, and he would just pull\n\nout and leave me there or make me go do other stuff with him, like I mean, social stuff. So when I\n\nwas trying to go to sleep, I'd, I'd bury my face in your musky shorts and fuck my p-pillow until I\n\ncame, just like when you fucked me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk just continued to stare at Peter. First, Christopher admitted that he liked the wolf and had\n\nwanted him. Hawk had tried to figure if that was genuine or not, and couldn't quite pick it out.\n\nTeasing often hid a crush, and Christopher could easily be trying to find some way to stick it back\n\nto Hawk after being exposed as a whore. Peter's admission was completely different. Aside from\n\nHawk's relentless fantasizing about Peter, the black wolf and fox never really interacted aside from\n\nthe fateful Halloween. Hawk had never figured out what to say to Peter, and the fox never seemed to\n\npay him any attention at all. \"But you still-\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That asshole was... he was terrible,\" Peter said, frowning and tipping his ears out of threat,\n\nanger. \"I was really scared of him. I was scared he was going to hurt me. I can't explain it, maybe\n\nyou felt the same way about him.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Did you want me?\" Hawk finally asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter shrugged. \"I don't know. You were always kind of weird. You never looked happy, always\n\nscowling around. Those friends you had, I noticed, they approached you. You never approached anyone.\n\nYou only got in trouble because you didn't follow the rules, not like you were a brat. Right? I\n\nguess you were kind of mysterious, but I guess I was scared of you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That doesn't answer the question,\" Hawk said, and his hands let go of the table, then started\n\nclenching and fidgeting with each other. For lack of a better posture, Hawk made them into a\n\ntriangle and flexed his knuckles. He looked between the black leather and the fox several feet away,\n\nand felt like a character in a movie.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I said I don't know! I wasn't really thinking about, about \\_you\\_ when I would... get off. I just,\n\nit was, it was an association. By the time... I graduated, I didn't like Christopher any more and I\n\ndidn't know what I ever saw in him. He'd stopped fucking me, and I stopped wanting it. Once we both\n\nwent off to school, that was it. He was in Europe and doing something culturally important, and I\n\nwas just doing the same thing my dad did, and my grandfather did. I guess that wasn't good enough\n\nfor him, which made me feel a little bad sometimes.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Now he's a whore. His parents couldn't afford to send him to school any more, but they made too\n\nmuch money for him to get federal aid, and the divorce wasn't finalized yet. That's what he said.\n\nThat's a Catch-22. I know what that's like, it was a big pain for me to be an emancipated minor so I\n\njust dealed on my own,\" Hawk said. He stood up from his chair and moved to lean back on the kitchen\n\ncounter. He was next to a foot stool and idly picked his boot up to stand on it. Peter stared down\n\nat it. \"Do you still feel bad?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter shook his head. \"No, especially not... when you say that. He's really a whore?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"He's really a whore. He's still a cocky asshole, except he'll do whatever you pay him to. Nothing\n\nreally wrong with that, but I would say that's a fall from grace.\" Hawk wondered if he'd fallen from\n\ngrace. He decided that he hadn't.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox slid out of his chair and stepped over to Hawk, then knelt down carefully and leaned against\n\nthe counters. He faced the wolf's lifted boot, then sunk as low as he could and started to lick at\n\nthe black leather. When Hawk had ordered him to do it previously, the sexual thrill had been boiled\n\naway - it was just humiliating to Peter, and made Hawk feel like he'd won something at the expense\n\nof something else. Seeing Peter do it without provocation - Hawk had simply put his boot on the\n\nstool out of habit - made the wolf's cock pulse in his leathers. He took the opportunity to enjoy\n\nit, stroking at the bulge.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter did a poorer job of licking than before, but with his arms behind him and at the sides and\n\nwith an awkward angle, it was good enough. He straightened up and looked square at the wolf's\n\ncrotch.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What, you want to suck me?\" Hawk said, dickhead swelling so hard that it made an imprint in the\n\nleather. Peter stared at it. \"Yeah, well, you're going to, unless you pull your face away.\" Peter\n\ndidn't pull away, so the wolf's gloved hands pried his fly open and dropped his cock out. The length\n\nthrobbed and bobbed in front of Peter's face, and the fox sniffed at the head. His nose wrinkled,\n\nbut he sniffed again, and again, and then started to lick. The licks turned into nuzzles,\n\nlip-grinds, and then a very loud blowjob.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox wasn't very good at it. He didn't have the hang of using his tongue like a wet tube, and\n\nkept trying to suck more than a canid muzzle was made for, producing an endless series of\n\ndrool-laden slurps and gags as he swallowed the resulting spit. His tongue squirmed and swirled and\n\nswatted at Hawk's dickhead, finally pushing the skin back and trying to glide all around the rim of\n\nthe glans. His thin lips grabbed and forced back and forth, even leaving a tooth to drag against the\n\nflesh. The only reason Hawk didn't hit the fox in the face for the teeth was that his pain tolerance\n\nfor cock play was enormously high, and the intense sensation just felt pleasant.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMore than pleasant. Despite how poorly Peter gave head, the fox made up for it by being massively\n\nenthusiastic. An attempt to pause him by pushing his head away just had the vulpine growl and return\n\nto the job. The only thing Peter couldn't do at the moment was the one thing that guaranteed Hawk\n\nwould get off, so the wolf took care of that himself. While starting down at Peter's bobbing head,\n\nthe wolf wrapped his fingers around the base of his black scrotum and started milking the orbs into\n\nhis palm. After just four pulls, he lost control and snarled, a sudden and sticky climax pumping a\n\nfew jets of seed into Peter's mouth. The fox stopped moving and just stared - his mouth didn't even\n\nclose when Hawk pulled back, and the wolf half expected seed to spill out all over the floor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nInstead, Peter swallowed and made a sour face. \"That's disgusting,\" he said. \"It's really gross. How\n\ncan you do that?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You've never tasted it?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I eat a lot of fruit, mine's not.. yours is disgusting,\" Peter repeated.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk snorted and grabbed Peter by the scruff until the fox stood, then forced him along upstairs to\n\nthe study. \"Time for your fucking nap,\" Hawk said, cock still dangling out of his leather pants as\n\nhe pushed Peter into the room. The fox turned and sat on the daybed, but didn't move to lie down.\n\nInstead, he stared sullen at the floor, muzzle hanging open. \"What's the problem?\" Hawk sniffed,\n\nhands finally getting around to stuffing his cock back into his pants. \"So you didn't like sucking\n\nmy dick. Oh well.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter drooled and barely caught it. \"I.. I don't feel well,\" he said, then his eyes bugged out.\n\nDesperate, he jumped up and hurled himself across the room, only to trip on his shackles and smash\n\ninto the carpet hard enough to knock a jar of pens over on the office desk. Hawk figured out what\n\nwas going on just in time, grabbing Peter by his upper shoulders and holding him in front of the\n\nwastebasket so he could vomit. He huffed and groaned afterwards, and Hawk helped him to the\n\nbathroom.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Great, so I'm not just the devil, I'm a bad cook.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It wasn't the food,\" Peter said softly, as Hawk toweled his face. The wolf stopped. \"I couldn't.. I\n\ncouldn't keep it inside me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk didn't respond, and only finished cleaning the fox's face. When he led Peter back to the study,\n\nthe fox eagerly slipped into the daybed and curled up tight. Hawk stood in the doorway and watched\n\nPeter nestle into the comforters, then sighed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk's lack of planning not only left him without any more clothes than the leather on his back, but\n\nhe had nothing to do. Surfing the internet on his phone was boring, and he didn't dare try to use\n\nany of the other computers in the house. He put his coat back on and wandered around the hallways,\n\nlistening to his boots thump at the floor, watching his profile appear and disappear in the various\n\nmirrors and framed pictures. The house was old enough that he felt like a cape would be more\n\nappropriate.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe decided to go through Peter's son's room. He cleaned his gloves off, then carefully started\n\nrifling through clothes drawers, desk drawers, even digging through the closet and getting under the\n\nmattress. What he found was dirty laundry, sports magazines, and then a few porn mags. All of them\n\nwere straight, and even seemed to be classy. A quick look at Jared's computer - the password was\n\nhelpfully written under his keyboard - demonstrated a much further tend towards classy cheesecake\n\ntittie porn. The more Hawk looked at it, the more it was obviously victorian in spirit. Dark.\n\nGothic. He reexamined Jared's CD's. Someone was going through a dark phase. So far, at least from\n\nthe porn collection, Jared wasn't batting for the other team.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk felt relieved and went to sit in the living room. As he sat in silence, leather spread out on\n\nleather overstuffed furniture, he wondered what the house felt like with other people in it. Would\n\nit feel more like a home or more like a mansion? Did Jared listen to his music loud enough to ring\n\nout through the house? Who sat in the living room, who lounged in the family room, who was in the\n\nkitchen?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf idly pondered the idea of paying the fox a visit when his wife was home, or when his son\n\nwas home. It gave him cold chills. He'd never come that close to someone else's life before. The\n\nclosest had been Armand, who lost his job due to Hawk and promptly vanished.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nUnable to shake the feeling, Hawk put the television on.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter dinner, Hawk led Peter out of the study and into the master bedroom. The fox's ears sank as\n\nsoon as he set foot inside, and his body pushed back against the leather-clad wolf's grip. The wolf\n\nforced Peter onto the bed with a hard shove, then sat down behind him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm going to take your shackles off,\" he said, and started working each of the carabiners free. It\n\ntransformed the hobbled fox from someone who could barely shuffle along to a completely free person.\n\nThe loss of bindings made Peter recoil and pull himself up towards the pillows. \"Don't worry. I\n\nwon't come in your mouth again,\" the wolf said, slinging his coat off. He withdrew his shirt, then\n\npulled his boots off, then the breeches. He even slid his gloves off, then tossed them onto the pile\n\nof leathers with a slap.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter rightfully picked up on the implication of Hawk removing his leathers and sank into the bed as\n\nthe wolf turned towards him. \"What are you going to do to me? I'm sorry for hurting you! I'm sorry\n\nfor making him hurt you! I'm sorry for helping! I'm sorry I ever came while you were fucking my\n\ndrunk ass, because this wouldn't be happening!\" Peter's fur ruffled and prickled and his lips curled\n\nback until his nose pointed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Do you remember what I made you do when I first forced you into your bed on Friday night?\" Hawk\n\nsaid, straddling naked over the frightened vulpine. \"Do it again.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter remembered, and didn't. He turned his head to the side and squeezed his eyes shut. When Hawk\n\nlowered himself further, until his swelling cock ground into the fox's slender abs, Peter squeezed\n\nhis legs together, knees lifting, then twisting to the side. \"Please...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Don't beg like that, because I don't know what you're begging for,\" Hawk growled, pushing his face\n\ndown against Peter's, muzzle probing at the side of the vulpine's jaw. The fox started to\n\nhyperventilate, body slowly going weak until his breathing slowed again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Please stop,\" he whispered. Peter kept struggling, muscles tensing, fur shivering, until Hawk\n\nforced a knee in between his and pried them apart, then twisted his own body in between them. Peter\n\nturned his head to look up at Hawk, and found the lupine's black face hovering over his, eyes\n\ndetermined, brow furrowed. He looked down and saw the wolf's cock head emerge from its foreskin as\n\nthe wolf pushed forward slightly, a fat black mushroom plowing against creamy fur.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I took you out of bondage for a reason. I want you to kiss me. I want you to lift your arms up and\n\nhold me against you, while I...\" Hawk said, and then looked down himself. His cock oozed precum, but\n\nnot enough to fully lubricate him. \"Hrrh. Do it and I'll go from there.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter's body slowly shifted and the fox's arms lifted up, then slowly slid around the wolf's back,\n\nfingertips touching through the fur. The vulpine looked away, eyes settling on the nightstand, on\n\nthe alarm clock, on the bottle of lube tucked behind it. As he held the wolf, Hawk slowly sank down,\n\nuntil his body was pressing fully against Peter's. The wolf then sank to the side, no longer\n\nsmothering Peter with the overbearing size difference. Peter still stayed looking away, but one hand\n\ngently slid down the wolf's spine to his lower back, then up towards the shoulderblades again. Then\n\nthe fox let go and squirmed to the side, reaching over towards the nightstand. He fumbled for the\n\nlube bottle, then withdrew it and upended it into his hand a few times, then let it flop onto the\n\nbed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What do you think you're doing?\" Hawk said, staring down as the fox took his wet hand and wrapped\n\nthe black fingers around Hawk's shaft.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You lean down and kiss me,\" Peter said, fingers gently milking at the flesh until the grasp of his\n\nindex finger and thumb ground right around the wolf's foreskin-sheathed glans.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk slapped him. The wolf just pulled one arm up and whipped his bare hand across Peter's face,\n\nknocking the vulpine's head over to the side hard enough that a fling of spit tore out of the fox's\n\nmouth and landed in four streaked splats on the face of the alarm clock. While the fox lay stunned\n\nand wrinkle-lipped, Hawk forced between Peter's legs and took his cock back to himself. Peter\n\nrealized what was happening at the last second and heaved his knees up, just in time for the wolf's\n\ndickhead to plug right in. Peter's face lurched into a snarl and then a sharp wince, warm socket\n\nsqueezing and milking down on the wolf's dickhead. \"I said kiss me.\" Hawk leaned down so that Peter\n\nonly had a few inches to move.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox squirmed, pinned down by the shaft stuffing slowly further in, and lifted his face with his\n\neyes closed. The first kiss was just a press of lips to lips, Peter's tight and unfeeling. As he\n\nmade skin to skin contact, Hawk's muzzle pulled into a smirk across the side that wasn't being\n\ntended to by fox lips and the wolf let himself sink in over halfway.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter's mouth opened in a gasp and the wolf's tongue spilled against the teeth with a slap, then\n\nretreated. Peter recoiled and made a face like he was disgusted, but it melted into a kind of sexual\n\ngape, and his tongue extended out to slide against the wolf's lips. The slightest movement back and\n\nforth in his asshole caused him to buck it tight, only to consciously have to push outwards to ease\n\nthe discomfort.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk rewarded the fox's efforts again, tangling his tongue up against Peter's, forcing it into the\n\nfox's mouth and then letting it push out again, overcoming the push several times as he worked\n\nhimself deeper. His cockhead knocked up against Peter's inner ring and the wolf gave a few pushes.\n\nPeter gasped and yanked away from the kiss and pulled his hands down from Hawk's back. The wolf\n\nsnatched his wrists and slapped them against the sheets. \"Don't move, or it's going to hurt,\" Hawk\n\nsaid, nosing his muzzle towards the fox's ear, then started twisting and nudging to the side as he\n\nforced harder and harder.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter looked like he was going to sneeze, then winced, then cried out with a mewl and a snick of his\n\nteeth. His eyes snapped open as the wolf's dickhead lodged behind his inner ring, penetrated in a\n\nway that made his muscles all spasm and let go. His cock lurched and twitched, starting to throb out\n\nof its foreskin until veins showed along the fleshy reddish length.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf just grinned and let his body sink down to press against Peter's again. His hands slid off\n\nthe fox's and gripped at the sheets, then pushed his face against Peter's for a kiss that was as\n\nmuch bite as it was tonguing lick. \"You've never had it this deep, have you?\" Hawk said, still\n\nhalf-grinning, nudging his snout at Peter's until the fox tucked it back and down against his\n\nchestruff.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"His... wasn't long enough,\" the fox said, face cringing as Hawk shifted his hips to the side. Peter\n\ncautiously lifted his hands and started to stroke the wolf's black sides, up to the ribs, over the\n\nbumps until Hawk snorted and snarled and bucked his cock even deeper. Peter then let his hands slide\n\nup the wolf's pecs, feeling the muscle, even brushing past the nipples.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk narrowed his eyes, cock bucking and tensing as the fox gave him a genuine sensual thrill, then\n\npulled back until his shaft was halfway out. He nudged forward, then tugged back, then started to\n\nlean upwards. As he nudged forward again, Peter's hand slapped onto his and clutched hard.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"There, there,\" Peter gasped, cock spitting precum out onto his bellyfur and leaving a wet-dark\n\nstreak in his creamy fur.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk shook the grab off and tugged back, letting his dick slide back until it pulled on the fox's\n\nouter ring, then went forward. He leaned back even further and drove his cockhead right into Peter's\n\nprostate, prompting a purely animal sound to come out of the red fox. \"Don't tell me how to fuck,\"\n\nHawk snapped.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"PLEASE!\" Peter begged, voice breaking in the middle like a desperate sob. Hawk swatted him in the\n\nface again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I said, don't tell me how to fuck!\" The wolf snarled, then dumped his hips forward until his\n\ncockhead paused and rammed through the inner ring. Peter's toes pointed and then yanked back, legs\n\nfighting and squirming against Hawk's body. The wolf didn't play slow any more, starting to solidly\n\npump into Peter's asshole. He made sure to tug upwards and even lean back, usually right as his\n\ncockhead drew underneath the prostate, thrilling the fox into producing out of breath gasps and\n\ngurgling sounds. The wolf's eyes rolled in his head as he hung his muzzle over Peter's face,\n\nallowing his gaze to swing out of time with his crushing thrusts. \"I always liked how you looked\n\nnaked, when I saw you. I still like it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter squirmed and pushed at Hawk when the wolf ground down too hard, grabbed up his flanks if he\n\npulled out too far, and basically conflicted every action the black lupine made while violating him.\n\n\"I...\" he said, several times, the sound always dying off as the crush of dickflesh against prostate\n\nsent him silent and gaping in awe.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about your vixen tying you up and smothering your\n\nface in her come-covered tits again?\" Hawk said, body still pistoning his cock into Peter's hole.\n\nHawk expected to hear a whimpered admissal.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nInstead: \"You... coming in me...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Fuck,\" Hawk snorted, and his dickhead twitched, cock tensing so hard that it drove into Peter's\n\nprostate on its own and prompted the fox to undulate underneath him. Peter's face crossed with the\n\nbrow-lifted sneeze of the edge of orgasm. Hawk's lips curled up with his. \"FUCK!\" He knocked in\n\nhard, stabbed through the fox's deep ring, then buried hard, grunting and forcing up against the\n\nhilt as he shot hard enough to make his eyes squeeze shut and water.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter cried out, a wailing fox sound that broke into the rhythmic groans of a powerful climax,\n\nasshole milking the last of Hawk's spunk out as the fox's own cream shot out onto his chest in\n\nsticky, prostate-battered spurts. He sunk back, slender chest heaving under its imaginary weight of\n\nfoxcome, while Hawk stayed still inside him. The wolf pulled out in one draw, bringing a shiver and\n\na cluck from Peter's throat as the length slipped free. He kneeled back, cock hanging out like a\n\ndrooping banana. The wolf reached for the corner of a blanket to mop his cock off and one last buck\n\nnudged the shaft to swing upwards, a slimy drool of come pushing from the tip and hanging off.\n\nPeter's eyes followed it, as Hawk wiped his cock clean.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf grunted and sat down, one foot flat on the bed in a half crouch, back hunching forward.\n\nPeter sat up, looked around the room, then carefully mopped his chest off with the other corner of\n\nthe blanket. He then scooted over and slid an arm around Hawk's back, then leaned up against the\n\nwolf's side. Hawk's ears perked at the first gesture, and he looked over, but only spoke up when\n\nPeter gave his chest a gentle rub. \"What the hell are you doing?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt didn't dissuade Peter. The fox leaned his head against Hawk's shoulder. \"Thank you for doing that\n\nto me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"How the hell can you thank me? Isn't Jesus going to fucking spank you now?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter sat up and stared at Hawk, then squinted. \"You really are the devil.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm fucking serious. How can you fucking thank me for \\_anything\\_? I... I've done... all this,\" Hawk\n\nsniffed, frowning his eyes down at Peter. The fox just shrugged.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Maybe I'm not cut out for this. Maybe the devil got me already. Maybe it's not worth the fight.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I don't get this shit. If I have a god-shaped hole, it's been there for so long that I'd feel just\n\nas wrong if I filled it in,\" Hawk groused and leaned back against the bed. To his horror, Peter went\n\nwith him, turning the friendly lean into a much more intimate whole-body snuggle. \"I'm a terrible\n\nperson. I'm so terrible I can't even keep it to myself.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It was so hard when my parents died. It was so sudden, it wasn't even helpless, it wasn't even\n\nnatural. I thought I was just going to blame God for doing it. How could he let my parents die in\n\nthat kind of accident, you know? What's the point?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk looked down at the top of Peter's head as the fox talked. The vulpine was warm, relaxed, even\n\ntucked in, but the sensation just left Hawk feeling almost empty. \"That's the obvious question,\n\nyeah.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well, I don't really think God's that simple. Everything has a purpose. You have a purpose, even if\n\nyou don't believe in God. Maybe it's science or something, but there's still a purpose for\n\neverything. This world isn't supposed to be easy and perfect. It's supposed to be a challenge, and\n\nif we rise to it, we get rewarded into His embrace. And if we don't, well, I personally think we\n\nonly get punished if we do evil,\" Peter said, shifting slightly as he talked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk sighed. He almost felt normal, having a meandering afterglow conversation. He barely even felt\n\nannoyed at the topic. \"Are you sure you had a hole that God's purpose was supposed to fill? Maybe\n\nsomething else goes in there.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter laughed, pulled the corner of the blanket over himself, then shrank at the sensation of his\n\nown spunk wetting it. He pushed that part away and moved closer to Hawk.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm not being funny,\" the wolf said, face animal-blank as he looked back over his shoulder. \"Maybe\n\nJesus was just convenient.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox deflated against Hawk and rolled onto his back, tucking his feet under the blanket. \"If I\n\nlost religion... or if I never found it... I guess I'd fill the hole with... what you did to me.\n\nJust now.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk stared him in the face and Peter shrank back like he was about to bear witness to one of Hawk's\n\nconfusing and sadistic mood swings. \"You'd rather have that, than your family? Your wife? Your kid?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter sat up. \"I didn't say that. I said if I lost religion. I don't think I'm going to. Do you\n\nthink you're going to drive it out of me?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Settle down. It didn't work. I'm fucking surprised you're letting my come stay so deep in your ass,\n\nconsidering that both times I've shoved my dick in your mouth, you threw it right back up.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox winced. \"Can.. can you not be an ass? Just for tonight? Can you stop trying to hurt me? I'm\n\nnot losing my religion. I'm not losing my family. But they're not here, and so this is the last time\n\nI get to do this, and I want you to stop fucking it up. I'll never hurt you again, okay?\" Instead of\n\nsmothering himself against Hawk, Peter grabbed onto the wolf by the shoulder, and by the end of it\n\nwas nearly scruffing the black wolf. Hawk took his turn slouching and pinning his ears back. \"Just\n\nsleep in bed with me and...\" Peter didn't get a chance to finish, but only because he didn't give it\n\nto himself. The fox let go and sank down, then rolled away from Hawk, body tucking back against the\n\nlupine.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk felt a kind of cold panic grip into him, and no matter how much Peter seemed to relax once he\n\nwas spooned and clutched up against, Hawk stared at the fox's curled up ruddy form like it was a\n\nforeign object. If Chad was there, the wolf would have felt smugly possessive at having a fox\n\nnuzzling and then falling into sleepy breaths. Peter gave Hawk the impression of a hungry, tired\n\nwild animal that was seeking warmth as the lesser of two evils.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf reached his hand over and gave Peter's side a slow stroke, then drooped his fingers over\n\nthe fox's chest. Peter sighed with his eyes closed and reached over, grasping the wolf's arm to his\n\nchest and wrapping one around it. That only made Hawk's sense of confused panic rise up more until\n\nhis heart pounded in his throat. He'd broken Peter, something which he always assumed happened to\n\npeople after he mistreated them for his own amusement, but which he'd never actually seen. Unlike\n\nvulpine Armand, unlike the prey-headed zebra pony whore Zale, the aftermath of misbehavior was\n\nalways at a distance or the individual was messed up enough on their own. Peter didn't seem messed\n\nup. He had a nice job, a nice family, and seemed to be genuinely nice. Now, he was cuddling up\n\nagainst the same wolf who stared down at him like a fascist prison guard in the bathroom.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHawk waited until Peter was asleep, then climbed out of bed. He pondered taking a piss, but even\n\nthat was too much. In as much silence as he could manage, he pulled his leather gear on - it was the\n\nrustle of the coat that did him in. Peter let out a hiss of awakening and rolled over, eyes\n\nhalf-lidded as he regarded the wolf.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmm. Where are you going?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm getting the fuck out of here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"But it's not even Sunday yet,\" Peter said, looking over at the alarm clock. He saw the time and the\n\ndate underneath it. Hawk saw the dried spots of fox-saliva from when he bitch-slapped Peter for\n\nmouthing off.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Look. You don't love me. I'm a terrible person. Maybe I \\_am\\_ the devil. If I am, then I don't want\n\nyou. You have nice things. You can have them. I gave you enough of whatever Christopher didn't to\n\nlast you until you're a widower.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPeter's ears swept back and the fox sat up in bed. Hawk interrupted him before he even started.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm going to leave, and when I do, you're not gonna see me again unless you try to come for me.\n\nYou'll get your bike parts from some courier guy I work with. I wouldn't come try to see me. I\n\nwouldn't try to call me. I wouldn't try to find out what I'm doing, because you know exactly what\n\nit's going to be.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hawk-\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf turned and stalked out of the house, playing up the impression of a haughty house lord\n\nstalking his castle until he stalked out the front door and slammed it. His car was dusted in snow -\n\nhe snatched the door open and bolted in even though it meant sitting on melting snow. He didn't even\n\nbother to drive carefully - at the late hour on a holiday weekend, no one was around to see him\n\ndrift corners on his way back to the house.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOnce inside his own home, nothing was warm enough as he tore his clothes off and stuffed them into\n\nhis massive leather-filled wardrobe. He heaved into bed and buried himself under sheet, blanket,\n\ncomforter, and duvet cover. Somewhere on the other side of town, Peter was doing the same thing.\n\nHawk hoped that the next day, when Peter lay down to sleep, it was with his own wife for real\n\ncompanionship, not with the Stockholm syndrome that Hawk provided.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf let the images of the final day that never happened play in his head, another breakfast\n\nwith the fox, another session of boot licking, then something to make Peter cry one last time before\n\nleaving him to his life. Having the upper hand felt like it would have finished something properly\n\nin one world, but what he did finished it properly in another.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n---\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Under the Devil's Eye","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/116198-attribution-error-m-m-pt-8-of-under-the-devil-s-eye.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/197578-secret-admirer-m-m-pt-11-of-under-the-devil-s-eye.json"}}