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A Relaxing Afternoon

Getting out of the shower, Richard Henderson reached for a towel hanging on the nearby towel rack, quickly drying off his rugged black fur coat. The middle-aged wolf looked quite good for his age, still strong and well defined muscles showing, a fact he was most proud of. Tossing the wet towel back on the towel rack to dry and picking up the clothes he had prepared for himself before the shower. In reality though, it wasn't as much as clothes as it were just a pair of black briefs, that the wolf slid onto modestly cover his sheath and his baseball sized nut-sack in a mouthwatering nice bulging package.

Now decently dressed in his own house, Richard strolled over to his TV after a quick visit to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of beer, before he took a seat down in front of the TV and turning it on, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and taking a swig of his beer. Flipping through the channels and finding nothing worthwhile to watch, Richard grumbled lowly to himself under his breath while taking another chug of his beer, glancing up at the clock on the wall. He had roughly half an hour left to kill, and with the TV offering nothing entertaining his thoughts wandered away, and his paw along with them, down to the sizeable bulge in his briefs.

Feeling his sheath growing tighter and hotter, his lupine member started to stiffen and poke free from its hiding place. Now in a better mood he made up his mind to get up from the couch and leaving his half-finished beer on the coffee table. Walking down a corridor he'd take the door opposite the one to his den, revealing a staircase leading down into the basement. Once at the bottom of the stairs there'd be three doors down there, the one on the left side wall led to his laundry room, the one on the right side wall led to the room that had his Jacuzzi and an open shower, along with a couple of work-out equipment that the black furred wolf used on a regular basis. But his most favorite room was the one straight ahead, opening it and stepping in and he was in his master bedroom suite.

Calling it a master bedroom were more or less true as the room hosted quite a big king sized bed pushed up against the wall far inside, but to the old wolf coach he had taken a few liberties to this room and made a few adjustments to fit his more carnal tastes. A whole wardrobe contained nothing but leather harnesses, leashes and collars with drawers full of gags in all shapes, dildos made out of all manner of species' genitalia and butt plugs and other sex toys. A large wooden cylinder that very much resembled a pommel horse, only without the handles, had a nice leather cover and markings left on it made it obvious that this was the kind of pommel horse that was used for all the right kind of mounting. And lastly on one of the walls Richard had a big collection of ways to tie up a person, shackles, spreader bars, a pillory pole and stocks, there even was a box with a hole in it for a person to be partially locked inside while their rear and tail is left outside to be pounded by others, and lastly, a booth with a couple of glory holes in it.

All in all Richard Henderson, an esteemed college football coach had quite an impressive collection of bdsm tools that not even his players knew about. The room still got plenty of use from other occupants, bar pickups and college kids found cruising around the gay district. The latter of those happened to be one of the wolf's latest lucky find, a sexy silver fox with a lean body that very much belonged to that of a twink. The fox had a quite beautiful fur pelt, a midnight black color on his legs, arms, chest, face and almost his entire tail save for the tip, which was white, and the fur on his sides and back were a sleek silvery-grey color. Lean and short, with a tight little bottom that had amazing muscle control and would grip the older wolf hunk like a vice, no doubt the fox has gotten used plenty of times before meeting Richard.

When the wolf found him a couple of weeks back, he had just been serviced by him through a glory hole in the men's room at a bar Richard had visited on a whim. After the fox's talented maw had given the old wolf's pulsing length a thorough exploration, and Richard was washing his paws in the sink, the fox exited his bathroom stall. Wearing skin tight, ripped jeans, a black mesh top and a rainbow colored belt around his slim waist, there was no doubt that the silver fox was the kind of guy he wanted to keep for his own to use. Already having gotten a taste of the older wolf's mesmerizing spunk it didn't take much convincing to get the fox to come over to his house, where he proceeded to romp the twink's rear for the rest of the night.

After that the fox, whose name Richard later learned was Keith Cooper, made more and more frequent visits to his house and before long Keith practically begged him down on his knees to be made a personal sex slave for the wolf. The request took the wolf by surprise, but the idea quickly grew on him and he accepted. Now whenever Keith visited, his clothes were abandoned at the threshold to Richard's house the moment his door closed and the only thing the pet-turned fox kept on him was his collar the wolf had gifted him as a sign of ownership.

Once the wolf had gotten used to the fact that he preferred railing hot studs and cute twinks over plowing saggy old women, he had started noticing a pattern in the guys he fucked. The more he screwed them, the more they craved it. Not everyone reacted the same way, and the time it took to notice a difference varied from guy to guy. But in the end everyone that had had the old wolf inside them one way or the other, became addicted to the way he taste and feel. The change was made noticeable faster in the fox than most everyone else out of all the other guys the wolf had gotten his paws on.

Keith was the first one that had openly asked Richard to be his subby pet fox.

And so today, the fox showed up after his morning classes as usual, and just like the trained dog Keith had become, he discarded all of his clothes and backpack in the coffer placed near the entrance. An hour later the fox was down on his knees between Richard's spread legs, servicing the older wolf's stiff shaft while he was seated in the couch, watching a volleyball tournament on the TV. During the commercial they changed positions, with the wolf lying down on his back on the couch while Keith bounced up and down on his fat dick, the sight of the lithe fox riding his lupine cock were quite an arousing view for Richard as he swear he could see a very small bulge on his stomach appear as the tapered tip poked the furtherst regions inside the fox. No matter how much cum the young fox slut drained from the older wolf's hand-filling orbs, the wolf always seemed to have more to offer, and the foxy twink was always willing to use his prior experience from taking cock in his ass to milk more from the wolf that has completely charmed him.

Now, however, said fox had his wrists bound by strong ropes and tied to the pole pillory with his hands above his head, and his legs spread wide by a metal spreader bar shackled to his feet. A black blindfold was tied tightly to cover his eyes, and in his drooling mouth Keith had a gag secured with a leather rope, and the gag itself was in the shape of a canine cock which both served to silence the fox and give his slutty little mouth something to work with while he was left tied up by himself. A leather harness clung tightly to his torso and also held his fluffy fox tail completely raised and out of the way as it was tied to it. Richard's eyes trailed down Keith's back all the way down to the fox's tailhole which was on full display with a black latex disc covering his creamy hole, the sign of a butt plug firmly lodged inside of him, and damp, dried patches and ropes as reminders of the wolf's cum that was painted all over Keith's rump cheeks.

Stepping up behind the bound fox Richard would wrap his strong arms around his fox and bring his muzzle in close to his ear, nibbling at it and giving a pleasant low rumble. The presence and warmth of the older wolf embracing him from behind sent a shiver of excitement down the young fox's spine. "How're you holding up my little fox? Are you ready to take another load up your cute little ass?" Whispering softly into the bound fox's ear, Mr. Henderson would grind his bulging package between Keith's firm, furry butt cheeks, growling lowly at how the wide and blunted base of the plug prevented his underwear covered pouch from getting in touch with the young college twink's tailhole.

Despite having most of his movements restricted by his bonds, Keith still turned his head to the side and gave a slight nod, wiggling his rear as best he could for the hunky wolf. Grinning widely at the proper response from the fox, Richard would keep on muttering words of encouragements into Keith's ear with one paw gently stroked over his furry chest, while the other would trail its way around down to give the fox's cute rump a tender squeeze. "My obedient little fox boy is such a cutie. So docile and patient, my fox boy deserves a proper reward." Grasping the blunted edge on the black plug lodged deep in the fox's tailhole, a most useful toy that Richard had inserted after their last romp to keep it widened, and also to keep all the loads of wolf seed previously deposited deep inside of him.

Keith shook violently and struggled against his restraints when the wolf started to gently pull and tug on the butt plug, a sultry moan would no doubt had been heard loudly were it not for the canine cock gag keeping the fox's maw occupied. Richard would've enjoyed teasing his captive fox by pumping the butt plug in and out of his pliable tailhole, but he was on a tight schedule, so to speak. As soon as the older wolf had completely removed the wide, cone shaped plug from his young fox pet's rump, leaving his hole gaping wide, a trail of wolf cum would slowly start to leak out in small gushes each time the fox took a breath or contracted his sphincter.

Before his earlier payload could drip down to Keith's damp ballsack, Richard would have pulled down his black briefs just enough to free his raging erection, pointing its tip against the fox's gaping hole, and in one smooth thrust, plunge balls deep into him. A loud, erotic squelching sound could be heard when Richard's thick fuckmeat impaled the young fox upon it, and the creamy leftovers was displaced. When the older wolf hunk pulled back out from the young fox rump his red lupine member was painted white from his own virile cum that's been stewing inside the lean, twinky fox.

"I'm expecting a guest to arrive soon, so I'm going to be quick." Softly biting down on Keith's sensitive ears, Richard would quickly settle in a fast paced fucking rhythm. Tied up and shackled with a spreader bar as he is, there was little Keith could do even as he tried arching his back and push back to meet the older wolf's thrusts. Loud slurping and squelching sounds mixed together with audible slaps as Richard's knotted cock kept sawing into the fox's sloppy hole and his meaty thighs collided against Keith's perky rear.

"Fuck, my little fox boy is still so tight even now." The middle-aged wolf grunted into Keith's ear. Trailing a burly paw down his flat chest, it would find its way down to the fox's dribbling member that's been more or less left completely unattended up until this point. As Richard increased his humping pace, driving his lupine member in and out of the fox's tight ass, he would also treat Keith by masturbating the fox simultaneously.

Muffled moans and yips resonated from Keith's throat as his anal muscles would squeeze down around Mr. Henderson's fat cock roughly pounding into him. Relaxing his muscles when he plunged forward and gripping tightly at the older lupine's juicy cock as it pulled back, the quick fuck session would turn into quite the mind boggling sensation for both of them.

"You're such a fine fuck my boy, a proper cockslut. My subby little fox..." Watching with a grin on his lips, Keith shuddered when his pulsing dick nudged against his prostate, again and again, the fox flexed his muscles and tugged against his bonds. Judging by how much Keith's vulpine shaft drooled pre-cum he was quickly approaching his climax, the way his rectum grew tighter gave the wolf a clear signal how much he wanted another load pumped deep inside his already overstuffed rump.

"I can feel your ass craving for my spunk fox boy, you need it, don't you? You need your daddy to breed your rump, boy?" A deep, low rumble of satisfaction emitted from within Richard's chest as the blindfolded and gagged fox nodded eagerly to his teasing dirt talking. Knowing that his fox enjoyed himself Richard doubled his efforts thrusting rough and hard, fucking the slutty twink up against the pole pillory.

Soon the older wolf felt his orgasm wash over him, turning his low murring into a loud howl when he pushed his knot up against the fox's sloppy tailhole. Not quite tying with him, the older wolf's fucktool twitched and pulsed, shooting a fair amount of glob after glob of his sticky seed in under Keith's tail to mix with his earlier loads. Stuffed as he is, most of the cum that the wolf deposited in the fox leaked out around the wolf's bulbous knot and smeared over Keith's rim in a nice creampie. With the wolf pumping his semen into his bowels, Keith himself was brought over the edge and spilled his own moderate sized load all over the pillory pole he was tied to and the floor beneath him, adding to the pool of dried cum that had formed around his spread feet paws.

Grunting loudly, Richard would yank his still ejaculating dick out of the bred fox towards the end of his orgasm, shooting a few ropes of cum over Keith's tight little rump cheeks. Before his climax completely ebbed out Richard put the black latex butt plug against Keith's gaping tailhole and gently yet firmly pushed it back inside, locking his load in place for safekeeping and to be absorbed into the young fox's body with the rest of his loads.

While putting his cum covered and stiff erection back into his briefs, Richard perked his ears as a loud buzzing sound that came from upstairs. "Hrm, perfect timing. Be a good boy now while I go entertain my guest. I'll be back in an hour or so." Ruffling the fur on top of Keith's head, Richard would lean in and whisper in his ear. "You know what to do if you want to get released, right?" Reassuring that the fox knew about the panic button he could press with his bound wrists in case he had second thoughts or felt that he needed to get out, Keith gave a firm nod. Ruffling his head fur again, Richard adjusted his damp bulge as he left the fox as he was, bound, gagged, and blindfolded with his wolf daddy's cum painted all over his rear.

Turning off the light and closing the door behind him, Richard climbed up the stairs and closed the basement door as well. Already knowing who to expect at the door the black furred wolf didn't bother changing his briefs or putting on any pants, lazily strolling up to his front door and opening it to greet his visitor.