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For Morris Wolf

By Draconicon

It was always amusing to see someone submitting to his scent. Simon smiled to himself, the skunk sliding the tip of his tail along the restrained wolf's face, leaving some more of the scent behind as he worked himself into a small but contained frenzy. His hand stroking down his cock had him already erect, eager, and more than willing to put the canine behind him through his paces.

Mmmm, you always find them in the places you least expect, he thought as he chuckled to himself again. The store, the streets...the salons, even.

Simon turned around, looking down at the glassy-eyed wolf that he'd caught and restrained on his way home. The wolf in question - Winston, or some such name - was panting and gasping, naked and dripping on his bed already, and the skunk had every intention of making the poor man gasp for more by the time that he was done. He wanted to hear the wolf howl for him, to gasp his name, to bark and beg for mercy and for more at the same time. And he had every intention and every plan to make it happen.

He sat down on the side of the bed, his pre-slick hand reaching down and grabbing the wolf by the shaft. Winston thrust up almost immediately, only slowed by the slight mind-affecting properties of the scent Simon had spread through his tail and across his body. The skunk chuckled, shaking his head.

"Ah ah, little wolf. You don't want to end the show too early. You want to enjoy yourself, and I want to enjoy you."

His fingers trailed through the wolf's chest fur, feeling the hard muscles beneath and the panting, heaving way that he was breathing. Some panic, he supposed, that couldn't quite be banished no matter how much of the mind-affecting scent that the poor canine huffed down. He chuckled, laying his tail gently over the wolf's face as he continued.

That throbbing cock told him that the rest of the wolf was enjoying himself, though. Simon smiled, giving the head a little squeeze before rubbing down the rest of the shaft. It was oozing copiously, altogether begging for more even though the canine himself couldn't bring himself to do it. It was rather amusing. The body and the mind argued over what was good, what was right, what was allowed.

It was better to just hand that control over to someone else. Someone like him, for example.

He reached further down, cupping the wolf's balls in his hand. There was a slight whimper beneath his tail, the spread-eagle canine gasping and shivering every time that the skunk changed his grip. It would be so easy to squish the balls to nothing in his hand, to render the dog nothing more than a worthless bitch mutt.

But that wasn't the plan tonight. He loosened his grip, rolling the sack around, letting the orbs inside roll with his touch. The wolf whimpered in gratitude, but didn't stop humping the air, bringing those balls up and down against the palm of his hand.

Simon allowed the wolf a few more thrusts before taking his hand away entirely, his little slut for the night groaning as the stimulation was taking away. He chuckled.

"I didn't say that you could cum. You were close, I know; your balls were already churning with how much you wanted to let loose. But I decide your pleasure now, wolfy. I decide how much you deserve."

He dragged his tail back, allowing him a glance at the wolf's face. Winston's eyes were still far away, glazed over and not focused on anything, but his lips were moving. The skunk smiled, stroking a clawed finger all the way up the wolf's chest, resting it on the bigger male's chin.

"Yes, little wolf? Do you have something to say to me?"

"Please...p-please..."

"Speak, wolf."

"More...I need...more..."

"Mmm, I knew you would want it."

He smiled, stroking his hands along the dog's chest, working up to the wolf's chin. Without hesitation, he straddled his captive, stroking him, teasing him, caressing his face. His wolf was such a beautiful animal, such a lovely catch. It would be a shame to give him back later, but he knew that there was no chance of keeping him permanently. It was only a matter of time until this all ended.

That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it, though, or make it slightly hellish for the wolf to leave. He chuckled, his tail sliding down and back, the soft fur of the limb working over the wolf's cock. The hardness slipped between the strands of fur, and in no time, the wolf was groaning, writhing, panting.

"You enjoy fur, hmm? You enjoy the feeling of my tail over your cock?"

"Mmmph! I do, I do!"

"Call me 'sir,' Winston."

"I do, sir! I love it!"

"That's a good boy."

The skunk chuckled, leaning forward so that he lay chest to chest with the bigger male, enjoying the helplessness of the wolf beneath him. There was nothing that his pet could do, nothing that could be done to defy him. All that the wolf could do was lay there and take the teasing like a good little pet. A good boy. A good little bitch.

Simon chuckled as he felt that cock throbbing in the fur of his tail, constantly dripping, begging for more. It was like the wolf was getting sucked off, and the wolf was doing everything to avoid putting his cock back into that 'mouth.' He didn't let his prey escape, slowly brushing his tail across that cock again and again.

Yes, that's it. Just enjoy the edging, my little wolf boy. Enjoy the feeling of a skunk giving you attention.

The whimpering, gasping wolf couldn't even speak anymore, and he realized that the wolf's shaft was probably getting close to the point of no return. He paused, pulling his tail up ever so slowly, and looked behind him.

With knot fully engorged and cock throbbing and covered in slimy pre, it was clear that his little pet was right on the edge of orgasm. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Naughty wolf. Thinking you could get off without asking permission."

"Nnngh! Sorry sir, just...feels so..."

"Don't apologize. We'll make sure that things are done properly, this time."

He slid off of the wolf, making his way to the toy chest on the opposite side of the room. Normally, he kept up with the scent-play and making sure that his toys learned their place well before he started getting out the toys, but this wolf seemed to have something of a hair trigger. It would be even more fun to keep teasing him, making him wait, making him beg for the chance to get off. The idea alone left him grinning.

After rooting through the chest for a few minutes, he finally found what he was looking for. He dragged out a vibrator, just big enough to work as an insertable toy, and pressed it against his finger. A satisfyingly loud buzz filled the room, and he turned around with it in hand. The wolf looked at him, eyes clearing a bit, and Simon sighed.

"Oh, do you really think you should start thinking?"

He swept his tail over the wolf's face once more, and as it swept past, it took the wolf's thoughts with it, only leaving the hints of musk that clung to his tail. Winston stared upwards, face the absolute picture of bliss, and his eyes as glazed over as they ever had been. Simon chuckled, sliding back onto the bed and working his way between the wolf's spread legs. He made sure not to trip over the rope by accident, and pushed the wolf's sack up to give him a good look at that hole.

It was puckering, twitching, so he knew that Winston had some experience as a bottom. No-one's body started acting like that until they learned how much pleasure could be found down there. He smiled to himself, rubbing his finger against that puckering rim, feeling it twitching against his finger. Winston didn't pull back; he was too out of it for that, and even pushed forward to get that little bit more stimulation he craved.

It was enough for Simon to slide the vibrator forward. The wolf froze, gasping, his body clenching and shivering as he held still.

"Mmmm, that's it, wolfy. Be a good boy for me and take it deep."

Of course, the toy wasn't that big, barely more than three inches, but it was enough for someone that was in a trance. He shifted the angle, pressing the toy so that it rubbed down and against the wolf's prostate. First, without vibration, and then with.

The second one made the wolf just about jump out of his skin, arching his back and thrusting into the air. Simon watched that throbbing cock, studying it with an amused look on his face as he waited for it to get close. Thrust, thrust, throb. Thrust, thrust, throb. Thrust, thrust -

"Ah ah."

He pulled the toy out, just as the wolf was on the verge of cumming. Winston threw his head back in a howl of frustration, and the skunk chuckled.

"I told you, not without permission."

"Mmmmph. Please, please, sir...I need...I need to cum."

"You can cum...when I choose."

He worked the toy back in, buzzing the prostate once more. Another series of thrusts, another series of teases before he pulled the toy out entirely. The wolf collapsed, whimpering, squirming, trying futilely to pull himself free of his bindings and stroke himself. It never worked, and only pushed him further into that need of his.

Simon smiled, taking a break from the hole to rub the vibrator along the side of the wolf's knot. He had to be careful there, each time only buzzing for a second or two before pulling back to avoid triggering orgasm early. Each tease made the wolf that much more frenzied, only calmed momentarily by bursts of musk from the skunk's tail rubbing over his head.

It's so fun to see them squirm, he thought. He's even better than the bull that I had around last time.

Slowly, he worked the wolf up, until he was right on the edge. Then, he turned off the vibrator, and ever so slowly inserted it into the canine's rump. He left it there, just pressed inside, no vibration, no thrusting.

"Get off on that...if you can."

The End