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The collie shielded his eyes from the blazing summer sun, looking down at his herd grazing on the slope of the verdant hill. The dog was wearing nothing but a pair of linen pants and heavy leather boots, leaning on his shepherd's crook, droplets of sweat glistening on the black and white fur of his naked chest.

It was pretty lonely work, but he didn't mind that life, as he could never get used to the life in a crowded, bustling burg. Of course, he wasn't completely cut off from civilization, as he couldn't get everything he needed up here, and he did go down the hills once a month to get the bare necessities from the city.

Riley had been doing that from a young age, ever since his dad died at war for a king who didn't know him and didn't care about him, and he was perfectly happy staying there, far from the world and the incessant squabbling of petty noblemen.

He knew the hills like the back of his paw, and he knew what his place was in the grand scheme of things. It was hard work, but it was rewarding, and it was always the same old routine. Of course, sheep went missing from time to time, but it was part of the job, and it was his job to make sure it didn't happen often enough to be a problem... Until recently, at least.

Lately, more and more sheep went missing, and no matter how close a watch he kept, he could only rely on himself and he couldn't be everywhere at once. He never found any footprints, or even blood which would've indicated a predator was on the loose, and he was starting to think he was dealing with livestock thieves, which is why...

He was brought out of his silent musing by the sound of a bell, making his ears perk up on his head. Out on the hills, the sound was carrying pretty far, and he knew exactly where it was coming from and what it meant: one of the traps he'd set up to catch prospective prowlers had been triggered. Since they were meant to catch sentient creatures, the bell idea was a good way to make sure he could get to them before they could get loose.

Running up the hill, he wondered what he was going to find, having traded his crook for a big knife, just in case whatever creature or individual he'd snared proved to be aggressive, which wouldn't have been surprising considering they were after his herd.

Finally reaching the top of the hill, he could see the net dangling from a big tree, but couldn't really see which creature was squirming inside. It wasn't a beast, that much was certain, but from afar, he could only see black and white fur. Could it be a dog like himself? A husky or something similar? Only when he was close enough did he understand what it was, making his eyes widen.

Despite the black and white fur pattern he'd seen as he closed the distance, he could now clearly see that the other male was a wolf, especially since he'd stopped struggling as the dog came closer and was now eyeing him warily with his green eyes, growling when he saw the knife, hackles rising.

***

The tribal wolf had been watching the herd all morning long, evaluating the potential risks of a nightly raid. He could smell the dog downhill, but the wind blowing uphill made sure the shepherd couldn't smell him back, and he'd been hidden in the shadows at the edge of the forest, completely unseen.

The wolves usually kept to themselves and tried to avoid leaving their forests, but they no longer had a choice. Constant wars as well as the inexorable progress of civilization had shrunk their territories to a fraction of what it had been in the past, and hunting could no longer sustain such a large group, which led them to taking what they needed from nearby pastures when they didn't have any other choice, and led to Eyazen being captured.

He was wearing nothing but a leather loincloth and a thin strip of leather around his neck, an amber bead dangling from it and glistening in the sun, right against his chest: the mark of a hunter. Not carrying any weapon, he could only rely on his claws and teeth to get free, but he couldn't get loose before the dog arrived, leaving him in a very compromising position.

***

Riley could not believe what he was seeing. After all, it was his first time seeing a wolf in the flesh. Finding himself face to face with his unevolved counterpart was so weird, like seeing a relic from the past in a museum. He thought they'd all been exterminated by the king's "pest-control" campaigns, or at least that they'd been driven so far inland that they were no longer a problem to be concerned with.

He growled back at the wolf, not looking down, pointing his knife straight at him, not making the mistake of underestimating his opponent just because he was trapped in a sturdy net above the ground.

He could feel his anger welling inside of him as he remembered how many sheep he'd lost in the past few months, as well as cold, cruel joy from having the culprit at his mercy. What was he going to do with him? He wasn't angry enough to kill him right there and then, but he could certainly not set him free.

He was sure that the city watch would pay a pretty penny to get their hands on such a specimen, but he didn't care much about money, since he already had everything he needed up there on the hills... No, not quite everything...

A mischievous grin spread on his face as the gears turned in his head. After all, why not? The plan he had in mind could definitely work, especially if what he knew about tribal wolves was true. He could have his fun with that dumb beast and make sure his kind would never steal from him again.

In front of him, the wolf had stopped growling, narrowing his gaze while looking at him, as if trying to decipher what was going in the head of his captor.

"Don't worry, boy, I'm not gonna kill you, I'm gonna take you with me!" he said, cutting the rope holding the wolf aloft and sending him crashing to the ground unceremoniously, unfazed by the pained yip his victim let out. Leaving the net intact for the time being, he cut a length of rope and turned back to face his captive.

"Now, keep still, or I swear to the gods I'm gonna cut your throat!" he growled at the wolf who was slowly sitting up and looking at him with his piercing green gaze, before looking down at the knife. He didn't know if that animal understood the common tongue, or if the threat had been obvious enough, but he kept still long enough for Riley to tie his wrists together in front of him, rope dangling from the makeshift cuffs to make it easier for the dog to drag the wolf around.

When he was confident the bonds holding the wolf were strong enough, he freed him from the net, clenching his hand around the rope holding his captive and tightening his grip on his knife, his eyes daring Eyazen to escape.

"Now, one last thing before we go..." The knife flashed as it whistled through the air, nicking the wolf's shoulder and sending a spatter of blood all over the leaves and grass covering the ground as the wolf tensed up and hissed in pain. It was all over in a moment, and Riley didn't even let the wolf recover before he tugged on the rope roughly, forcing his captive to follow him.

They made their way downhill, the dog keeping a close watch on the wolf just in case he tried to attack him and run for it. After a while, the tribal male's wound stopped dripping blood, only leaving red streaks all over the wolf's white fur.

"They come. Look for me," the wolf said after a while, the deep, guttural sound making the dog's ears twitch. So, the wolf did speak the common tongue after all? The syllables were catching in his throat, as if they were having trouble getting out, but the words were still understandable.

"Who's coming for you? Your kind? Yeah, maybe they will... But why do you think I hurt you? What are they gonna find? A trap, with your smell all over, and blood. What are they gonna think? Hurt? Taken? Maybe killed? I don't think they're gonna risk leaving their forest for you, and I don't think they'll risk stealing from my herd again," Riley said, looking at the wolf, trying to gauge if the male knew what he was saying, and seeing a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

***

Eyazen could indeed understand what the dog was saying. Sure, the words were flowing too fast for him to even make out every single one of them, but he understood the gist of it... And he had to admit that the other male was right. Even if the bond between the members of the tribe was strong, he knew that the taboo surrounding the civilization which was taking everything from them was too strong for them to even consider facing it to help one of their own. He couldn't count on anyone but himself.

The pain in his shoulder had subsided to become nothing but minor discomfort as he was forced to follow the other male downhill. He was testing the strength of his bonds, waiting for a lapse in the dog's vigilance, to no avail. They went farther from the forest than he'd ever dared going, and he could see the town from afar, nestled in the valley between the hills.

After half an hour, they finally reached the dog's house, the wolf's eyes widening when he saw the building, which was so unlike anything he was used to.

It wasn't impressive by any standard, just a pile of white rocks with a few windows and a heavy wooden door, but for a tribal male who'd been used to living under tents in the summer, and in big caves during the winter, it was quite the sight.

***

Riley pushed the unlocked door unceremoniously and shoved the wolf inside, locking the door behind him as the tribal male stumbled for a few seconds before falling on the dirt floor, looking around and blinking, trying to get used to the relative darkness of the place after spending so much time under the summer sun.

The house, if you could call it a house, was just a single, sparsely furnished room. There was a bed in a corner, and a heavy, wooden chest against the wall right next to it. In the middle of the room, one could find a table with a single chair. The walls were mostly bare, save for a few shelves and narrow windows casting their dim light. The strong olfactory mark of the dog was permeating the air, making the wolf's nose twitch from how potent it was.

The collie didn't need his sense of sight to navigate the familiar place and find what he was looking for, grabbing the ankle cuffs he'd kept in his chest for that occasion. They'd been given to him by the city watch when he came down asking for help. They couldn't spare men to catch a livestock thief, but they'd given him the cuffs anyway just in case he managed to catch someone without their help.

With only one hand to lock them around the wolf's ankles, it was quite the awkward endeavor, but he wasn't about to let go of his knife and foolishly open himself to an attack. After several long minutes, though, he managed to lock the second cuff in place, a short length of chain running between the two of them, making an escape attempt unlikely, if not downright impossible.

He sat on a chair, facing the wolf still sitting on the ground, slowly putting his knife on the table, but ready to grab it if his captive tried to move. The wolf was making no attempt to stand up, looking at the dog with uncertainty in his green eyes.

"What do with wolf?" There it was, that throaty voice again. The wolf sure wasn't a talkative fellow, but it was obvious that his lack of vocabulary made it hard for him to chat, or convey complex thoughts and emotions. Riley didn't even know if the nearly feral male was able to convey complex thoughts and emotions in his own language to begin with.

"I'm not sure, to be honest. To be fair, it would be in my best interest to deliver you to the city watch, and to let them know your kind is still hiding in the woods. After all, the king is still trying to get rid of you lot." The worry he could see in the other male's eyes was all he needed to know that he did understand what he was saying. Maybe this savage was not such a dumb beast after all.

"But I'm not gonna do that. I don't care much about the king or his love for genocide." The relief coming from the wolf was almost tangible, but the way he was tilting his head and lowering his ears made it obvious he was still wondering what he was doing here.

"You see, it can get pretty lonely up here, and no matter what the townsfolk say, I'm not seeking the company of my sheep... You might be a savage, but like a tavern wench, you have a muzzle and an ass. Beats having to use my own hand. More importantly, I own you, so I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want." He could see the puzzlement in the wolf's eyes slowly turning into a mix of outrage and disbelief, and a fierce growl started coming out of the other male's throat.

"Before you do or say something you're gonna regret, let me tell you how things are gonna be from now on. You're my pet. My slave. My plaything. If you try to run away with those chains of yours, you won't get far, and I'll let the city watch know that savages are still hiding in the forest, and all your friends will die. If you don't obey orders, all your friends will die. If I'm not happy with the way you're serving me, all your friends will die. Starting to get the picture, mutt? I'd advise against trying anything rash, unless you're certain you can kill me before I can react. Of course, I'm sure a hunter like you could maim me, but if I have the upper hand, which is very likely considering you're bound, I'll make sure your little village gets the king's wrath, you understand me?" the dog said with a growl, staring at his captive.

***

Eyazen's growl was slowly dying in his throat as his eyes widened and his ears lowered on his head. Once again, he didn't understand every single word the dog said, but the intent was clear. From the collie's cold gaze, it was obvious he was dead serious, and the wolf couldn't believe someone could be so devious as to condone the extermination of dozens of innocents just to get his way.

And they were the ones who were supposed to be savages! This male sitting in front of him was pretending to be civilized, while he was every bit as cruel as the rest of his kind, taking whatever he wanted with not a shred of respect for life or Mother Nature.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't see a way out of this predicament. He was trapped, and the male in front of him had him right where he wanted. Any wolf would do anything to guarantee the safety of the tribe, and a hunter most of all. His will to fight and flee had been snuffed out in an instant at the thought of his loved ones lying in a pool of blood. Fear and submissiveness were replacing his combativity as he looked up to the dog who had the upper hand.

"Wolf understand. Wolf obey," he said after a while, not wanting to give the collie any reason to carry out his threats. Of course, the dog could've been lying, but when he looked into his eyes, he didn't see deceit, only cold and cruel determination.

***

The dog grin widened when he heard that. He'd heard that wolves cared a lot about their tribes, but he never would've thought that a simple threat was going to turn a fierce hunter into a scared puppy. The rush of power was exhilarating as he looked down at the savage male on his knees in front of him, where he belonged.

"Stay!" he said curtly, before going to the other side of the room and rummaging through his chest once more. There, he grabbed the leather collar he once bought for a feral companion he never really felt the need for, before going back to the wolf. Moving behind him, he grabbed the leather strip around the tribal male's neck, only to be stopped as the wolf's hand grabbed his wrist almost painfully, making him grunt in surprise. It was obvious it had been a reflex as the other male slowly let go, ears lowering even further on his head as the collie got rid of his necklace, putting it on the table before wrapping the dog collar around his neck.

***

Eyazen was forced to keep still as he was stripped of his dignity and his pride as a hunter, his necklace and its amber bead having been with him ever since he'd been old enough to wear it. The collar replacing it felt tight and unfamiliar, not uncomfortably so, but enough to be noticeable. Next, he could feel hands untying the leather straps holding his loincloth in place, the collie throwing his only piece of clothing to the side, leaving him bare and vulnerable.

With the collie so close to him, and now that they were no longer out in the open, he could definitely smell his musk, ripe and unwashed, making his sensitive nose wrinkle a bit. Being a tribal male, and a wolf, he was used to the rich and pungent natural odors of everyday living, and bodily musk was an important part of an individual's identity. However, the dog's scent was on a whole other level. Even in the dead of winter, when the tribe was forced to live in close quarters for months at a time and melt snow for personal hygiene, he'd never experienced such an intense personal musk.

It was obvious the dog didn't care much about bathing, living alone and not having anyone around to complain about the smell. He was probably used to it by now. Even with his eyes closed, it would've been obvious the smell belonged to a dog. It wasn't as spicy as a wolf's, carrying earthy undertones instead, but the sheer potency of it made it hard to distinguish the finer nuances.

Finally, the dog circled him to sit right back on his chair, facing him, a hint of cruel mischief glistening in his eyes. He beckoned him, spreading his legs, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent. "Come on, pup, crawl to me and worship your new Master," Riley said with a predatory grin.

Even if he'd been expecting something like that considering what the dog said earlier, the reality of his predicament still came crashing down on him like a torrent of icy water, making him tense up and clench his teeth. There was nothing he could do about it, knowing that the fate of his tribe was resting squarely on his shoulders, and stalling wasn't going to make it any easier to accept.

With his hands still bound together, crawling proved to be quite awkward, and debasing himself like that in front of his captor made the whole thing even worse. The closer he got, the more he could smell the dog's pungent musk, and he could see how dirty his pants looked, with sweat and grass stains all over. When he was close enough, the collie grabbed him by his collar, forcing his muzzle between his legs.

With his nose right against that sweaty bulge, he could feel the dampness of the fabric a split second before the smell hit his nose, making him cough and blink. The dog reeked of unwashed sweat, with a hint of piss, and the raw aroma was making his head spin and his nose burn.

***

Gripping the collar tighter, the dog really pulled that snout harder between his legs, really enjoying the choking and gagging he could hear. He was fully aware he was in dire need of a good bath, but instead of feeling self-conscious about it, he was getting off on making that lower male take it all in. It had been a while since anything made his blood boil like that, and he could feel his sadistic streak slowly stirring back to life.

"What is it? You don't like the smell. That's the smell of a working male, you mutt! I can barely smell the musk on you. I bet that being lazy and stealing is all you animals can do! C'mon, I wanna hear you sniff. Don't breathe through your muzzle, that's cheating!" he said, tightening his grip on the collar, pushing the sole of his boot between the wolf's legs until he could hear the whimpers coming from his captive, and more importantly, noisy sniffing.

He was already getting hard from that alone, feeling his sheath slowly plumping up from the forced nuzzling and sniffing, the tip of his dick poking out of his damp, hefty sheath. "Mmmm, that's right, you know your place already," he said, licking his lips, looking at the mix of defiance and humiliation in the wolf's eyes, already imagining all the fun he was going to have with his new pet.

"Time for the main event, slut!" Pushing the other male away, he stood up long enough to free his crotch from the confines of his pants, letting them fall around his ankles before sitting back, exposing himself proudly with a lewd grin, his sheath and balls in full display, a couple of inches of glistening, strong-scented doghood already sprouting from its hiding place.

***

Eyazen was blinking away some tears that had been caused by the rough treatment and the intense stink burning his nose, but he'd not been prepared for what came next. When the pants came off, a wave of heated musk hit his nose like a sack of bricks, making him grunt in dismay. That crotch being aired out after being cooped up within those pants in the stifling heat looked positively damp, hair sticking to the skin because of the sweat. The smell was even worse now that it was out in the open, and Eyazen knew things were about to be even harder from now on.

Before he could react, the dog wrapped his hand firmly around his collar once more, yanking on it until his nose was shoved right against those greasy, heated nuts. The sheath and balls looked bigger than his own, but considering how close he was, it was hard to tell for sure, and it was definitely not the first thing on his mind as his senses were overpowered by the smell and feel of that crotch grinding against his muzzle.

The spire of slimy flesh sprouting out of the sheath right in front of his eyes was making him squint, and the smell which was growing stronger and stronger was barely bearable, assaulting his nostrils once more, making him shiver in disgust as he wondered how long it's been since the collie last washed.

"C'mon, mutt, wrap your lips against that dick. I know you want to!" The dog was grinning down at him, daring him to resist, knowing the wolf had no choice but to obey, and reveling in his own power. With a submissive whimper, Eyazen forced himself to obey, moving up, parting his lips slowly and hesitating for a second, eyeing that musky flesh with distaste.

After a few seconds, when he was sure he couldn't stall any longer, he finally let that pink organ slip between his lips, trying his best not to gag as the sharp taste spread on his tongue no matter how much he was trying to avoid any contact. With his mouth busy, there was no way he could avoid the pungent smell coming from the dog's pubic bush, ears lowering on his head as all he could smell and taste was the unwashed, sweaty dog's crotch.

"Alright, pet, you better swallow everything I have to give. I'm sure you know what will happen if I'm not pleased with your performance," the dog said, eyes narrowing, looking down with an icy glare.

Eyazen had fooled around with a few males of his tribe before, and it was not his first time giving a blowjob, but the whole predicament made the act far less enjoyable than usual. When the first squirt of hot liquid landed on his tongue, he thought the dog was only precumming, but as the stream grew stronger, his eyes widened as he realized what his captor wanted from him.

The foul, bitter liquid filled his muzzle rapidly, and there was no escaping the taste. It was sloshing in his maw and covering his whole tongue, the acrid stream threatening to overflow if he didn't react soon. Not having been given time to prepare, and with the sinking feeling that his fate was escaping his own control, he forced himself to swallow the first muzzleful, knowing full well that the price for failure was far worse than having to deal with a dog's full bladder.

***

Riley sighed in relief when he finally let go. Pissing in his captive's muzzle had not been part of the plan, but it was only fitting. He'd been wanting to take a leak ever since he'd captured the intruder on the hill, and having to keep an eye on him meant that he didn't have the time to take care of his natural urges sooner. Making the wolf swallow the content of his bladder was only a rightful punishment since the collie had been forced to endure such discomfort from keeping it in for too long.

The soft gurgling sound he could hear, the mix of disgust and shock in the wolf's eyes, and the way his face was screwing up from the taste were only making things better, and he was amazed to see that the tribal male was not letting a single drop leak out of his lips. It was uncanny how that savage was willing to do even the vilest things in order to protect his people, but it only made his job easier.

As he felt his bladder slowly draining, he could see that the wolf was definitely going to pull it off, and instead of going easy on him for being such an obedient pet, he wanted to push him harder, really getting a kick out of abusing his captive. "Stop! Don't swallow. Keep it in your muzzle until I tell you otherwise," he exclaimed as he felt the stream tapering off, knowing there was more than enough left in his bladder for a muzzleful of urine.

The wolf almost choked as he forced himself to stop swallowing, the rancid liquid filling his muzzle to the brim, leaving it uncomfortably full when the stream of piss finally stopped. "I'm pulling out, keep your lips tight, do not let any of it leak out of that muzzle!" the collie said as he finally slipped his dick out of the wolf's maw.

***

Eyazen's eyes were wide and his ears couldn't have been any lower on his head, almost not believing the order he'd been given. He already knew the dog was cruel, but that was just plain wrong. He didn't know how anyone could give such an order to another sentient being, but it was slowly becoming painfully obvious that the collie had no qualms forcing him to do the dirtiest things for his own pleasure, and that this pleasure was proportional to his own suffering.

Having to keep so much liquid in one's muzzle was already an uncomfortable, unpleasant experience, but the nature of that liquid made it even worse, and he could still fully taste the dog's output as it sloshed around on his tongue, having to use all of his willpower not to swallow reflexively.

He could see the dog looking at him critically, making him wonder if he did anything wrong, a wave of concern for his tribe flaring in his mind, overshadowing the humiliation and sharp taste in his muzzle for a second. He was sure he didn't do anything wrong, but he couldn't be certain the dog would be true to his word and leave his people alone if he obeyed...

Grabbing the knife, Riley pointed to his tied wrists. "You're gonna need your hands," he said, Eyazen slowly lifting his arms, presenting the rope, grunting when it finally came loose, rubbing his chaffed wrists as blood started flowing back to his fingers, making them tingle.

"A pet should be hard when servicing his betters. You better fix this. I wanna see what I'm working with." Eyazen flushed as he understood what the dog had in mind, made all the more obvious by the way he was looking down at his white sheath and balls.

Having to pleasure himself like that in front of his captor was incredibly degrading, and the hungry gaze focusing on his crotch did not make things any easier as he slowly let his fingers brush over his sheath, feeling the spark of arousal he was used to, pulling the sheath back and exposing the pink tip of his malehood, thumb brushing against the sensitive flesh.

No matter how much he didn't want to be aroused in a situation like that, he was still a young, virile wolf with a libido to match, and his urges were always at their strongest during the summer. In the end, it was just a matter of biology as his dick started to harden, sprouting out of its fuzzy hiding place. Knowing exactly what to do to make himself hard, it didn't take long until his fondling had the desired effect, his stroking fingers sending waves of unwanted pleasure down his loins.

***

Riley just loved watching his little pet debasing himself like that, stroking and pleasuring himself for his rightful Master. He had to admit he was a bit disappointed, though. Since the wolf was a savage, he'd been expecting something bigger, which would've been more fitting, but the other canine's dick was perfectly average, and smaller than his own.

"That's it, mutt, stroke that puppy dick, make it hard and leaky for your Master," the dog said with a grin, knowing he could move to the next part of his plan. Slowly, he pulled off his boots, freeing his paws from the stifling leather confines, letting them air out for the first time since he woke up today and got ready for work.

His paws had been especially rank lately considering the weather, and his nose wrinkled from the blast of smell coming from them. He'd been putting off washing them in the past few days because he'd been too busy with work and too beat up at night to worry about anything but getting some rest, but now he was glad he didn't. If he thought his own stink was unpleasant, it was going to be nearly unbearable for the poor wolf. The thought alone was enough to make his dick jump against his stomach, his shaft having been hard ever since he defiled his captive's muzzle.

***

Eyazen knew the dog was dirty, but the smell hitting his muzzle was far stronger than he would've thought, making him pull his head back to avoid it as much as possible.

He didn't know why the dog needed boots in the middle of the summer. It made absolutely no sense. Wolves usually went around bare-pawed, and they only wore paw wraps in the winter, when it was absolutely necessary. He didn't even want to know how long the collie's paws had been stewing in there, the smell building up to unthinkable levels.

To make things even worse, the piss in his muzzle meant he was forced to breathe through his nostrils, not having been allowed to swallow yet. He cursed his sensitive canine nose, wrinkling it as the stink of those paws started permeating the air like a thick cloud.

"C'mon, mutt, crawl closer. Kneel in front of me like the pet you are!" The order had been uttered with a harsh tone, making it obvious the dog was not pleased with the way he'd been imperceptibly moving back, and he had to force himself to move closer, trying hard not to gag as it wouldn't have been a good idea with his maw full.

Without any warning, the dog's sweaty paw was shoved unceremoniously right against his nose, making his eyes water from the sheer potency of the scent. Since his people didn't wear shoes, it was his first time smelling anything like that, the overly musky odor assaulting his senses and burning his nose. The reek was beyond foul, but he was forced to keep sniffing as that paw kept grinding against his face, rubbing sweat all over his fur.

***

Riley could only let out a delighted sigh from the sight of that savage put in his place by a hardworking dog. He was already stroking himself slowly, the feeling of that cold nose and the bursts of air coming from those nostrils proving to be increasingly arousing. "Mmmm, that's a good pup. Sniff your Master, mutt. Been working hard for days wearing these boots just for you," he said, dragging his paw down and wrapping his toes around that wet nose as much as he could.

His second footpaw reached down, and started rubbing against the wolf's erection, which had been slowly retreating into his sheath from the rough treatment. "What did I tell you, mutt? A pet should be hard when servicing his betters." He parted his toes around the other canine's cocktip, squeezing as he rubbed down, grinning when he felt that member twitching and hardening under his calloused pawpads.

Several minutes went by in relative silence, lewd sounds filling the space of the house: the slick sounds from the dog's own stroking and the sniffing and gagging coming from the wolf. The collie was still determined to make the tribal male sample every smell his paw had to offer while his second paw kept grinding against that hard dick, toes wiggling right against that now leaking cocktip.

***

"Alright, pet, you can swallow," the dog said, at last. Even if drinking the dog's piss was not enjoyable in the slightest and had been quite the ordeal earlier, the order was such a relief that he swallowed what was in his muzzle in two big gulps, gasping and panting through his open mouth when he was finally done, the strong flavor still coating his tongue.

"Since your tongue is available now, you can use it to lick my paws clean." He blinked in confusion. Surely the dog couldn't mean... Looking up and seeing that mischievous, evil glimmer in the collie's eyes, he could tell the other canine was dead serious, and he felt queasy just thinking about it.

To make things worse, the paw between his legs was still moving, still stimulation his most sensitive spots, and no matter how rough or how clumsy the pawjob was, it was still enough to stoke the fire of his arousal, making his dick twitch and forcing unwanted pleasure through his body no matter what disgusting acts he was forced to perform.

He couldn't help but whine as he pressed the flat of his tongue against the collie's sole, the aggressively pungent taste exploding on his tastebuds, just as awful as he'd expected. His eyes watered as he forced himself not to pull back, gagging, using every ounce of his willpower to drag his tongue from heel to toes, the taste and smell were dominating his senses as the dog used his tongue as a doormat.

***

"Mmmmmyeah, that's the stuff." The tongue felt even better than the nose had, and knowing how long it had been since he last bathed, how utterly vile the act was only made his own arousal even stronger. Of course, he didn't want his pet's horniness to falter, and he did everything he could to keep that lupine dick twitching and leaking, feeling precum sticking between his toes, making him grin.

"The toes as well. Don't make me wait, pup," he said, watching the wolf make his way up, tentatively licking his toes as he splayed them. The slow, teasing licks were not to his liking, though, and as soon as he saw an opening, he pinched the wet organ between two of his toes, making that tongue explode with the strongest taste of accumulated footsweat and grime so far.

The wolf turned his head away, his tongue slipping free, coughing and gagging, trying to get the taste out of his mouth, to no avail. Riley frowned, pushing his heel hard against the tribal male's balls, making the wolf groan in pain, before stopping his footjob, pleased to see his captive was still fully hard and leaking. "Hrrmff, you still have a lot to learn. Luckily for me, you're not going anywhere."

He looked up for the first time since they started "playing" and noticed the light filtering through the windows was taking a reddish hue. "Damn. Funny how time flies when we're enjoying ourselves, right?" he said, looking around to locate his discarded boots, grabbing them before putting them on, not even bothering to wipe the precum covering his right paw.

"I need to round up the herd before nightfall. You be a good boy and stay right here so we can pick up when I return." Looking down at the wolf's still hard dick, a naughty thought crossed his mind. "Keep stroking that puppy dick while I'm gone. I want you hard and horny when I come back. I'm not talking about soft, gentle teasing. I want you to _really_go at it. I want this place to reek of wolf need by the time I return. And don't you dare fucking cum. If you do, I'll know, and you can say goodbye to your filthy tribe!" he said with a growl, making sure he could see the hint of understanding in the wolf's eyes before turning back.

"I'll keep an eye on the house while I'm working, so don't even think about trying to escape. With those chains on you, you wouldn't get far anyway," he added before opening his door, and locking it as he left, leaving the wolf alone and confused.

***

More than two hours later, the dog was still working outside, and Eyazen was slowly going crazy with need. He didn't think he'd ever felt that horny and sensitive in his life, and he'd never felt such an intense need to cum without actually going over the edge. At some point, his legs had been shaking so badly that he'd been forced to sit on the dog's chair, stroking himself, the collie holding power over him even though he was gone.

He could definitely smell himself now, the strong musk of a rutting wolf was so potent he almost didn't recognize it. The sheer, unadulterated need this smell conveyed made his arousal even worse, in a vicious circle, and as it was mixing with the smell of the dog still permeating the air, it made for a stifling, almost suffocating atmosphere.

The wolf was desperate to blow his load. His dick was throbbing nonstop, drooling precum continuously, his shaft and balls covered in the stuff, making his fingers sticky. He was so close that his hand was doing nothing but caressing his sensitive wolfhood lightly. He was shivering, sweating, panting in need, and his hips were twitching reflexively. He didn't feel like he could refrain from cumming much longer, but no matter how badly he craved release, he knew that the consequences for failure would be dire, and he couldn't trade the lives of his people for a few seconds of explosive pleasure.

***

When Riley opened the door, he almost stumbled backwards as the wave of musk hit him hard, making his nose wrinkle. This savage did have quite the strong smell after all, wild and animalistic, and the sexual undertones that scent carried was enough to make his sheath plump up. Once again, his pet was exceeding his expectations, and he couldn't believe that an individual would be so selfless as to put himself through all that for his community.

Walking in, he was greeted by the sight of the sitting wolf, hand wrapped around his precum-covered malehood, panting hard and looking at him with lust-filled eyes. It was obvious he was nearing his breaking point, but Riley was far from done with him. That dick was going to be teased and edged a lot more before being allowed its much-needed release... in a month or so.

Not even acknowledging his pet's efforts, and not letting him know if his performance had been satisfactory or not, he locked the door behind him and made his way inside, sitting on the table next to the wolf and taking his boots off. "Alright, pet, you can finish what you started earlier. Don't stop stroking on my account though, I'm loving that look on your face," he said with a cruel grin, wiggling his sweaty toes. "And when you're done, I'm gonna breed that hole of yours," he added, fondling his crotch through his pants, as the horny wolf knelt in front of him, getting ready for the first of many nights of servitude.