Desperate Pups Call for Desperate Measures
#2 of Fido
Damian recovers from his hypnotic suggestion, yet can't find himself escaping the night he let his son and friends use him. With his malehood in chastity and the only relief coming in the form of homoerotic dreams, will he give in to his desperation?
Damian looked nervously from side to side as he peeked outside the unfamiliar home. The muscled black wolf was dressed in clothes that were too tight for him. It would've been quite obvious to anyone who would've bothered to look that he was wearing a harness beneath the borrowed pink t-shirt. Along with the collar around his neck with the humiliating "Fido" tag, he didn't want to run into anyone he knew. He crept up to his minivan and popped open the passenger-side door.
It occurred to the older wolf that he could just leave. He could go home to his wife and forget this night ever happened. Laura was supportive. She would understand that he'd made a mistake. But if he came home without his stepson, that certainly wouldn't be the case.
Damian quickly came back to the house and tried to rouse his sleeping stepson once more. Like him, Ryan was wearing a collar and harness. That's where the similarities in clothing ended, since the young black wolf was completely naked otherwise. "Wake up," he urged, whispering as to not wake the other sleeping denizens of the house.
It failed. No surprise. How drunk had they gotten the previous night? For goodness' sake, he'd allowed every man in that house to fuck him, including his son.
He'd probably leave that last part out when he was explaining the situation to his wife.
"Whelp...no choice," Damian grunted, throwing the naked wolf over his shoulder. The older wolf blushed beneath his fur as he carried his buck-naked stepson into the passenger seat of his minivan outside. At this point, he prioritized speed over stealth. He didn't want to have to explain what he was doing to anyone who might've asked.
Once he secured Ryan's seatbelt, he got into the driver's seat and sped off as quickly as he felt safe in doing. He didn't know where he was, but if he could get onto a main street, then he'd be able to get his bearings.
Last night was wrong. How had he taken so harsh of a turn in his opinion on his stepson's fetish? He'd been forced to come to the pup pageant. He didn't even want to go. One of the judges...a ram. Something he'd said had convinced him to try it out. What had the ram said? What could've possibly made him question his orientation and allow himself to be used by a room full of males pretending to be feral dogs? His mind just grew foggy and couldn't come to the conclusion. Yet when he recalled the ram's face, those eyes were just so mesmerizing.
The older wolf winced as his erection grew uncomfortable inside the chastity cage that enclosed it. He shook his head. "No. I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I have a wife. I love my wife." Damian repeated. Why he'd strayed was not important. He just needed to make sure it didn't happen again. He needed to focus on getting home, getting showered, and moving forward.
As predicted, his wife was surprisingly helpful to his predicament. Almost strangely so. Laura sounded relieved when she heard that he'd allowed Ryan's pup friends use him. It was like a giant weight was lifted off her shoulders.
Damian considered himself lucky. She hadn't asked a lot of questions. Laura even helped him remove the collar and harness which he'd been unable to remove himself due to his muscular frame. As for the cage, neither of them knew how to unlock it, but she assured him that someone at the club had reached out and would be sending a key.
As for their stepson, things got awkward for a few days. He had similar fuzzy memories of his pageant win and hadn't wanted to broach the subject with his stepfather who'd been fairly critical of his sexuality and fetish prior to that night. After a few nights however, Damian invited Ryan to have a few beers with him while they watched some sports where they agreed to let it be a one-time thing that they didn't need to bring up again.
After their conversations, life continued as normal. Damian hit the gym hard, trying to force the thoughts of his night of homosexuality out of his brain by doing the most non-gay thing he could do. It also helped with working out his frustration since the lack of sexual release was bothering him.
About 2 weeks since that night, they got some life-changing news. Laura was pregnant. It was a huge relief to Damian who was worried that the cage was wasting precious time in starting a family of their own. To know that he didn't have to worry about it anymore relieved a lot of his concerns. The key could wait however long it took, as frustrating as it was to never get a solid answer from Laura about it.
"Hello there," the voice mouthed seductively, its shape rippling in the mist of the communal shower.
Damian turned away, hiding the chastity cage from view of the new presence. The hot steam prevented most people from getting a look at each other's goods, but he didn't want to chance it, either.
From the curtain of fog, the silhouette of a slim shorter male with horns emerged, completely naked and wearing his erection proudly as he strode up to the showerhead right beside the wolf confidently. "Fancy seeing you here, Fido,"
Damian's body spasmed when he saw the familiar ram. In excitement? In fear? He didn't know. He turned away further and said, "you must be mistaken." Meanwhile, the cage struggled to contain its contents, making him uncomfortable as his manhood expanded. He drenched his face in the hot water of the showerhead, trying to force himself to stop taking glances at the ram's erect penis.
"Hmm. Perhaps. Would you mind passing the soap?" the ram said with a grin, pointing to the roped bar beneath his showerhead.
Damian shook his head, playing it off as shaking the water from his face. In truth, it wasn't water he was trying to shake off but rather the dirty thoughts associated with the phrase the ram just asked. "Here you-" the wolf yelped. The string had broke as soon as he'd grabbed it, causing it to go plummeting to the shower floor. He leaned forward in an attempt to catch the falling rope, yet it only sealed his fate. The combination of the slick floor and his bad positioning caused him to collapse to all fours.
The ram's penis was now in front of his face. "Go on. You know you want to."
Damian groaned, doing what he could to resist, but those eyes...they could not be resisted. Looking up to the ram, a spurt of precum escaped the slit at the tip of the chastity cage and he sunk the ram's penis into his muzzle.
"That's a good boy," the ram said, petting his wet headfur and thrusting into him. "You're a very eager puppy."
Damian moaned between wet slurps as he lapped up the musky ram's crotch, savoring in the feel of having his master inside him once more. That's right. This was his master. And he was a good boy.
"Yes you are, yes you are," the ram said in a voice reserved for people talking to their feral dogs.
Damian felt his body quake. The pressure was too much. He whimpered helplessly as he continued imbedding that penis as deep into his maw as it would go.
Damian panted heavily, jerking up in his bed. "It was just a dream," he said with relief. Looking over to his side, he cast a worried glance over to where Laura was. She was sound asleep. Thankfully. He began to roll closer to brush her hair and nuzzle at her, but a strange sensation stopped him.
The black wolf paused at the sticky wet sensation on the sheets. His eyes glanced down and saw the massive load of semen that had penetrated the thin blanket that covered them. He hadn't had a wet dream in decades.
Damian sighed inwardly. He should've been more upset with himself, but he wasn't. Perhaps it was the large dose of relief from finally having orgasmed for the first time in weeks. But he was at peace with what had happened. Grabbing a towel from the restroom, he began silently cleaning up.
Another month passed. Damian was growing increasingly agitated. He still hadn't found a way to remove the cage. Laura kept insist that it was on its way. He would've gone to a locksmith if he'd known it was going to take this long and just deal with the initial humiliation.
Laura wasn't around as much as she used to be, citing parenting classes and OB/GYN visits. She kept stating that she needed to go alone, so the male wolf didn't question it. Still, the lack of affection bothered him. Every night, he could smell her need and yet he couldn't satisfy her, nor did she welcome the attempts.
Increasingly, Damian continued having dreams about the ram. To his frustration, he just woke up horny rather than covered in cum as he had the first time. The blue balls were becoming an increasingly difficult problem to overcome to the point that Damian started looking into desperate measures. Nothing simple worked: looking at porn, trying to rub at the parts that he could, using one of the massage vibrators that he had for post-workout muscle relief. It just made him hornier.
Then one night, the older wolf snuck into his son's room, looking for something. His son was out partying with his 'pack' as they called it. But he'd known from cleaning Ryan's room in the past that he'd find what he was looking for in the boy's closet.
And there it was: a vast array of dildos ranging from small plugs to dildos the size of a horse's cock. He picked one out that reminded him vaguely of the ram, even if he wouldn't admit that it was the reasoning.
Already naked and eager, the older male placed the dildo flat on the ground and awkwardly began pleasuring his imaginary mate. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax his throat and bob up and down on it. His malehood perked to life, revitalized by the sudden sensations his body was delivering. A cry of pleasure escaped him and whether subconsciously or not, the older male raised his tail.
But it wasn't enough. Frustrated and horny, the male kept trying to pleasure the illusory lover to no success. His penis was hard, but he was still just as desperate to cum as he'd been for the past several weeks.
Damian's jaw began to hurt. He let out a whined cry and pulled back, still staring at the dildo greedily as he rubbed at his face. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the container of dildos, he began rubbing up the dildo with the stuff. It was too late now. Repositioning himself above the toy, he slowly began to lower himself onto the dildo, a shiver of pleasure going up his spine as the foreign object began to penetrate him. Why did he like this?
He panted heavily, untrained in loosening himself. While he'd given in on that one night, he'd never been taken anally before or since. It still hurt even if the dildo was quite proportionally small to his own size.
The older wolf squatted lower. And lower. He allowed himself only short respite as his primitive urges were crying for release with every fiber of his being. Although the pain was present, he powered through, not unlike a workout. Squatting up and down repeatedly, he began to fuck himself on the dildo.
Minutes passed, and while he was horny - certainly now more than ever - he couldn't find release from his cock's prison. His thoughts temporarily wandered to the ram's seductive and irresistable eyes. No. He couldn't.
He hated what he was about to do.
Ryan walked in woozily to his parents' house after a night of partying. Thankfully, one of the members of his pack didn't drink. The flirty bear was willing to provide passage home in exchange for listening to one of his stories followed by some affectionate licking. It was something that the young adult was happy to barter in, even if it left him hot and heavy.
He sniffed the air and oddly smelled musk, causing his erection to flicker with life. The stranger thing was that it was coming from his room. A bit too drunk to question the possibilities, the wolf began making his way through the dark hallway to his lit room. Opening the door, he was flabbergasted by what he saw.
"D-dad?" he asked, flushed at the older male's situation.
Damian was wearing his stepson's pup gear. Mask, collar, harness, leash, and even rubber pawpads. How he'd even gotten into those things was beyond him. Impressively, the older male was taking one of his larger dildos on his bed. There were already several smaller ones on the floor, glistening with lube. What's more, the wolf had a puddle of precum and lube beneath him.
"I should go," Ryan said, starting to leave the room.
Damian let out a panicked whine. "W-wait." He was embarrassed, yes. He hadn't meant to be in his stepson's room for over an hour. It was supposed to be a momentary thing. But at this point, he was desperate. The smell of Ryan was enticing, and his drained brain didn't care about 'should.'
Ryan stopped at the door, recognizing the noise for what it was. He was horny. He was drunk. And his stepfather clearly wanted it. It helped that he'd always found the man attractive. "Fuuuck," the younger male groaned, stripping down out of his clothing like a man on a mission.
Damian meanwhile pulled himself up from the toy, his legs burning from all the squatting. His tailhole ached, partly in soreness and partly because he wanted it filled. Beyond the point of desperate, he forced his muzzled face into his stepson's pillow, breathing in his son's scent as he raised his flagged ass into the air.
The younger wolf didn't need more of an invitation. Damian's hole was already lubed up from all the toys and he was plenty hard enough. Not used to being on this side of the leash, he grabbed it firmly in his paw, using it to stabilize himself while he found his father's hole and pressed in, sinking halfway down almost immediately.
The larger black wolf let out a moan as the warm penis sank inside of him. This was what was missing. The feeling of warmth and life. Despite already having leaked for over an hour, his seminal fluid began dripping once more onto the bed.
"Gooood boy," Ryan cried in pleasure, rutting his stepfather eagerly, his insides feeling surprisingly good around his cock. He wouldn't last long at this rate. It was unbelievably slick inside of his old man and the thought of penetrating his father in pup gear was already a fantasy fulfilled. He hadn't lasted the last time he'd cum in his stepfather either.
Damian whimpered, hearing those words. His insides began to pulse with a deep need, and he growled out, "harder, please. Harder!"
"Beg like a good puppy and you might get it," Ryan was surprised to hear himself say. He didn't consider himself a dom, yet the words came freely from his intoxicated brain.
Throwing away his pride, the older male began whimpering like a bitch in heat. Damian let out a few high-pitched and needy whines while he was already contributing as much as he could by thrusting back against his stepson.
"Mmph," Ryan growled out, gritting his teeth as his knot slammed against the older wolf's asshole, trying his best not to knot right away. But he couldn't help himself. The pup below him was so eager. Instinctually, he bit down on the other wolf's nape, forcing his knot in. But the thrusting did not stop. And the older male's loosened insides did not hold the knot stationary for long. In and out Ryan's knot went, battering the older male's prostate.
Damian's arms began to shake from the weight of his stepson's thrusts, yet he couldn't give up. He was so close. His prostate flared with pleasure as that knot provoked it endlessly. He took a deep breath, smelling the hormones of his own desperation and his son's musk. The cup of his desire was full. It'd been steadily rising for the past few minutes. He just needed it to spill out. Something was missing.
Ryan let out a short howl, releasing his bite on Damian's nape. "You're such a good doggy. Cum for me, puppy," he moaned, feeling his own climax start to approach.
And the cup spilled over. With those words, Damian's anus clenched down around his stepson's penis and his own exploded, painting the bedsheets in wave after wave of his semen, milked out by the boy's continuing thrusts.
And that was all that Ryan needed - the desperate sounds of a climax while your partner is still using you. His own knot began to ejaculate its contents into the eager male around it. In plentiful amounts, the young wolf continued to coat his father's hole, biting down once more as the pleasure became too intense. With one final thrust, he knotted the older wolf again, collapsing atop him in short winded breaths.
Similarly, Damian allowed his aching limbs to rest by collapsing his lower half onto the bed, uncaring of the mess he'd made. Like before, he should've cared more. But he was too tired. He'd been too needy. The release was exactly what he needed.
Neither of them said a word. And it wasn't necessary. For within minutes of their silent embrace, both of the pair fell asleep, still knotted.
"See you next Friday," a tan-wooled ram said to his last client for the day. It was exhausting work listening to the innermost thoughts of troubled individuals, but it was what he signed up for. Hypnotherapists get to see the innermost workings of peoples' minds.
A phone in his drawer buzzed and a smile creased the ram's face. It was a burner phone designed for one person only. Laura was supposed to be sending pictures of the first ultrasound. He was excited to find out the results. It was meant to be later, but he wouldn't complain about an early surprise.
He pulled out the device and loaded the picture tagged with, "please help." The ram laughed wickedly at what he saw - Laura's husband and son collapsed in a pile with the older male in obvious pup gear. The chastity cage was an insurance plan to make sure that the wolf's semen couldn't compete with his own. The hypnosis was only meant to last the night. It shouldn't have produced this result. Not that he was complaining.
As his pants tented, he began typing up the response. "I've got an idea. Give me his number."