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Bending the Knee to Desire

By: Kiki Kalani

Warning: Ageplay (12/mid 20s)

It had been weeks since Erik had gotten off, and it was starting to get to him. The summer long trip he had decided to chaperon was just a few days from being over - but he was starting to doubt he'd make it. Even now he was eying one of the kids - a young squirrel that seemed to taunt him at every chance he could.

The boy walked with a slight sway to each step, making sure to shake his rump on his way to make his own contribution to the blót. What made things worse for the poor wolf, even worse than finding himself fantasizing about filling that young tight rump, was that it wasn't just any kid that had managed to catch his eye. This kid was the prince, and not humble about it either - even Erik's interactions with him often ended in getting berated by the brat, but that didn't play at the wolf now as he adjusted his robes to try to hide his arousal.

The wolf almost lost it when the young Squirrel bent over, his rump and tail swaying from side to side. Erik didn't even notice the devious glare staring back at him, vision tunneled onto its target by his arousal. It wasn't until a voice called to him that he finally managed to break himself away - blushing brightly as he turned to face one of the fellow priests there with him.

"Quite lucky, aren't you? They put the prince in your group." His friend chuckled, patting the wolf on the shoulder.

"Y-yeah, little brat is a lot of trouble though." Erik wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a cruse as he fumbled with his words, and robes - heart racing. "A-anyhow, lets feast!"

Erik let out a nervous chuckle as he and his fellow priest made their way from the alter to an open long-house - all the children and other priests happily gathered and already partaking of the assortment of food laid out for them, though even with all the conversation his fellow peers provided him he couldn't help but keep glancing at the prince and letting his mind wander. It had gotten worse every day since mid-summer, the etching scratching desire at his mind. It would be so easy, he thought, so easy to just make his move. As he nodded along with the conversation, barely touching his food, he thought of some way to sate his desires - some guilty pleasure he'd allow himself to finally silence the voices in his head.

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Erik nervously waited, staring up at the ceiling as he kept a close ear to the showers. Ever since he had started having those fantasies he had made a point of keeping track of exactly when Gry usually showered - it was never with the rest of the kids at the camp, always by himself, always much later. He had also thought many times about doing what he was going to do - played around with the idea. All the teasing, all the pent up lust, pooling together into a dark twisted voice commanding him to take just a peek at the boy.

As soon as he heard the water run he made his move, quickly bursting from his room before quickly pattering down the hallways - careful not the rouse any of the other children while they slept. He stopped though as soon as he got to the open entrance to the showers - listening to the sound of rushing water slamming against the tile floor as he contemplated if he really wanted to go through with this while repeating to himself it was harmless. Some part of him still tried to hold him back, echoing how it was depraved, how he didn't really want it - but curiosity soon won out as he quietly stepped around the corner and peered in.

The wolf's eyes went wide at the sight he was greeted with - more than he had ever had in his wildest dreams as the boy bathed there before him. Erik almost fainted from the rush, the shame and fear coursing through his body. Still, he couldn't look away, couldn't back out now as he watched on as the Squirrel cleaned himself - taking on poses that made the wolf's cock nearly burst from his robes.

He was so enthralled he didn't notice the time, seconds blurring into one another as he sat watching. It was only when the sound of the water ceased that all his fear rushed back, awareness returning just in time for his gaze to meet the Squirrel's own...but it wasn't a gaze of fear or confusion, or even of embarrassment. Gry had a smug smile on his face, a satisfied grin as he stood proudly with his hands on his hips while not even making the slightest attempt to cover his young body.

"Enjoying the show?" Gry spoke first - Erik's dry mouth and throat leaving him with little to do but mumble in reply as he fell backwards. "I've been watching you check me out since camp began...probably not even the only one you've been doing this too, right?"

Gry stepped forward now, still making no attempt to cover himself, package fully exposed as he ruffled through the clothes he had laid out for a pair of socks. "I can only imagine how many other young kids a perverted freak like you has watched."

Erik still found himself unable to speak, fear completely overtaking him - freezing him in place as he watched the Squirrel put the socks on slowly, teasingly slow - or perhaps time itself had slowed while his heart and mind raced. He tried to think of some excuse, anything he could say to save himself, but all that came to his mind was how much he found that young lithe body attractive, how much depriving himself all summer had twisted him into a freak.

"Take off your robes, freak - I want to see how hard your tiny little cock is at seeing a naked cub." Gry spoke again, stepping directly in front of the wolf now. Erik remained frozen for a few more seconds, just staring at the boy. "Are you slow too - get undressed now, before I decide to scream."

The robes flew to the sides of the room quicker than the wolf had ever undressed in his life - he couldn't believe the situation he was in even still - disbelief mostly paralyzing him aside from those quick bursts of motion. Blackmailed by a kid, after being caught watching him shower. His career was over for sure, his life was over.

"Look at that, I'm bigger than you are!"

Gry tried to suppress his giggle as he plopped down in front of the wolf, his legs spread as he continued to look Erik over. The wolf's shame was even more intense in his mind now as he closed his legs, mocked by a kid, blackmailed - it had to have been one of the worst days in his life so far, yet he was still so aroused. He still couldn't stop the lewd thoughts pouring into his mind, each berating comment seeming to tickle something in the back of his head.

"Such a loser, I bet you'd even get off from this." Gry raised his feet up to the Erick's member, spreading his legs once more before pressing the rough material of the sock against the exposed flesh and watching as it throbbed even at the slight touch.

"W-w..." Erik gulped hard, not even trying to pull himself away. "W-what are you doing?"

"What does it look like, moron?" Gry rolled his eyes as he started to move his feet along the wolf's cock - watching and listening as Erik tilted his head back and let out soft moans.

"W-with s-socks?" The wolf couldn't think of anything else to say as his mind continued to race with thoughts.

"You don't think I'm going to let you touch me with your disgusting little stick, do you?"

Gry laughed again, curling his feet along the cock - making sure to go at a slow enough pace to draw out each moment of the experience, almost torturing the wolf as more insults were hurled towards Erik. All the while all the wolf could do was moan and gasp, blushing hard as he tried to do anything to calm himself down. All those weeks of fantasizing taking the little boy, all those weeks of fighting against his urges, and here he was.

"Ugh, look at that. My socks are already soaked with your grimy fucking mutt-slime!"

Gry raised his voice, holding his feet up in disgust as he looked at his stained socks before trailing his vision back down to Erik's member - pre leaking down the sides with each pulse as the knot started to just barely swell at its base. He had gone on just long enough to bring the wolf near his edge - leaving him panting and aching for more.

"You better do your best to make it up to me...though I'm sure a freakish cubo like you will love every second of it." Gry sat up now, keeping his legs spread as he presented his own throbbing cock to the wolf. "Get to work."

Erik again froze, spending a few minutes staring before the boy repeated his request, prompting the wolf to almost fall forward, stopping himself just in time to push his nose against the tip of the Squirrel's shaft. He couldn't believe how horny he still was, the footjob leaving him even more muddled than before. The boy's musk smelled so good, good enough to almost make Erik forget about the situation. Good enough to tug on the wolf enough to soon find him taking the boy's cock, letting the taste pour over his mind until insults broke him out of his brief moment of respite.

"You know this is illegal, right?" Gry smirked as he smugly looked down at the wolf's face, already bright red with a deep blush. "You could get into so much trouble...But you don't care do you, you freak~"

Erik felt his ears flatten against his head, unable to stop himself as he let his tongue glide around that young cub cock - savoring the taste as warm lewd thoughts poured into his mind like thick honey, coating everything in the thick musky bliss he found himself in now. He knew it was wrong, knew it was depraved, but he couldn't help but be turned on by it, he was too horny to fight against the urges. He had already gone so deep anyhow, the pre still dripping from his cock attested to that.

Some part of him wanted to keep going, and with each passing second it was becoming more and more powerful - with each gulp of that cub's pre, with each suckle of that young cock. Erik soon even raised a hand to cup the boy's sac - gently fondling Gry's balls as he was rewarded with a few moans, a small hand brushing through his hair to commend him for his efforts.

"D-damn, you really do love it, don't you~? Can't get enough of cub cock...you know that makes you a cubophile." Gry fought between his moans to continue to taunt the priest practically glued to his cock. "I bet you can't even get off to anyone much older than me, can't you?"

Erik kept enduring the taunts, he'd had so many thrown at him by the boy at this point that they almost flowed unhindered through his mind. Each time the words echoed with less meaning, shame washing away from the words - freak, cubophile. He was, he was enjoying suckling on that young cock like a freak - working to milk it so that he could gulp down the Prince's seed as he held himself over with the thick globs of pre trickling into his mouth.

"Mmmm, fuck - get ready!" Gry firmed up his grip - urging the wolf to keep most of his muzzle on the boy's cock. "Y-you better swallow each drop, cubo."

With the last words Gry finally blew his load - watching as the wolf gulped down each and every drop of the Squirrel's thick young load. Erik couldn't believe how good it tasted, how satisfying it felt to drink down the warm creamy seed. He spent a long time making sure the boy's cock was spotless before finally lifting his head up, almost breathless as he waited for what happened next.

"I hope you enjoyed that mercy, mutt. Now go find some other cub to stalk."

Without even a moment of hesitation the boy picked up his clothes and hurried out of the room, leaving the wolf there blushing along. Erik didn't feel any shame now, the rush and arousal completely melting them from his mind - the taste of a cub's load sending him over the edge. He would never be the same now, but he didn't care. He let his fantasies flow unhindered as he watched the Squirrel finally pop out of view behind the corner. Even if he couldn't have the prince, there were more than enough cubs around...and plenty of days left of camp.

The End