Step
A wolf bites off more than he can chew with his new wife and her rebellious son. He learns a very hard lesson about being a father.
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Warning: I know I don't need to warn you, but there's dick in this! This involves interactions between a middle aged wolf and a teenage horse.
Step
By Lykos Bane
The wolf gasped when he opened his eyes. It was late, the clock on the night stand flashed 3AM. The urgent shake on his shoulder came again as the wolf focused on the unfamiliar ceiling among the unfamiliar surroundings. His first thought was that he was naked.
Graham didn't understand what was whispered into his ear, but it was an afterthought to the confused questions going through his mind. Indeed, the wolf wasn't wearing clothes, but as the other questions were answered with the onset of mortal reality, he realized it wasn't unusual. He was in his new home, with his new bride of one week. It wasn't that he 'married up' or anything, but his one room bachelor pad wasn't equipped for a family.
And he sure did marry into one of those. A sixteen year old colt was part of the deal. At least she came prepared with a nice, three bedroom home as well. The lupine wasn't complaining in any away.
He sat up quickly with a groan, looking over at his newly wed wife. Allisandra looked frightened.
"Wh..." Graham began, but was silenced with a sharp shhhh from the female.
There it was again. Confusion. Why was he being shushed? Why did his wife look frightened? Why the fuck was he up at 3AM? All three questions were answered with a loud crash from downstairs.
Someone was in the house.
As if she didn't hear it, Allisandra whispered to him again, "There's someone in the house."
Graham stared back at his wife. Now he wondered if his expression resembled the look on the mare's face. This was a situation he'd never been in before! What was he to do? What was a husband to do? As much as the lupine wanted to stay in bed, he knew he should do something.
How would it look if he just grabbed the phone and called the police? Cowardly, that's how. He had to confront the intruder. This was his house and his family, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to show what a protector he could be.
Both husband and wife jumped when the crash came for a third time, this time closer to the stairs. It was now or never. He couldn't just sit there and wait for whatever fate had planned for them. Graham held up a hand, signaling for his wife to stay put.
"Stay here," he quietly growled through clenched teeth.
Bones creaked in his hips and lower back as he stood up from the bed, a reminder of his old age. Everyone said he was crazy for getting married at 42. Hell, even Graham thought it was somewhat crazy. At least he still looked good for his age. Then again, when does a gray furred wolf's fur turn gray? Besides the light salting of white fur around his muzzle, the lupine's fur remained the same color since the day he was born. Lean muscle covered the areas that hadn't given way to the flab of age, namely around his hips and upper chest.
He was good enough to bag a mare like Allisandra. Sure, she had a 16 year old son, but she sure didn't look it. In fact, he made the mistake of asking about her 'younger brother' when they first met. He played it off like some kind of bad pick up line when she thought he was joking. He'd long since convinced himself it was his wit that got her.
The nude wolf crept to the walk in closet and slid the doors open. Inside, his golf clubs rested against the back wall. As the shadows engulfed him, the wolf once again thought about what was ahead. It would be so much easier to call the cops and hide in this closet.
Intruders never look in the closet, right?
But Emmett...
The damn colt wasn't with them. He wouldn't be hidden with them. He'd be alone, in his room, sleeping. Graham shook his head. This was part of being a husband...and father. It was his role to provide protection, no matter the cost.
Graham was never one to be frightened of confrontation. Even now, he wasn't afraid. Nevertheless, a shaky paw found its way around the rubber grip of the heavy wooden driver. It was definitely an anxiety thing, every nerve in his body aflame. Three deep breathes and the wolf moved again. He thought about grabbing some form of clothing, but another crash from downstairs dictated the urgency of the situation.
The wolf gave his wife a cautionary glance. She understood the silent command. Stay put. The mare nodded her head as she drew the blankets up around her, a useless defensive move. Even if the intruder was still down stairs, Graham had his weapon ready as he opened the door and slipped into the hallway.
He pressed his back against the wall and used it as a guild to the stairs. Graham felt like a police officer about to confront a criminal, gun at the ready and finger on the trigger guard. Only, he didn't have a gun.
What if the intruder did?
The wolf had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from hyperventilating. The urge to pant was strong as the temperature raised within him with every step. This could end so badly. At the top of the stairs, Graham closed his eyes and waited a moment, saying a prayer to whatever that he was more than a match for whoever was down there.
Hardened criminals weren't known to just apologize and leave. If it came to violence, could he swing the club? In all his long years, he had never been pushed to such a point. There was the occasional fight when he was a teenager, sure, but that was boys being boys. This was different.
Was it too late to call the cops?
A loud crash close to the kitchen said it was. At least that was on the other side of the living room. He still had the element of surprise. After a slow, nervous exhale, he descended the stairs.
The house attempted to alert the intruder of his presence. The third step complained about his weight with a loud croak of brittle wood. Graham stopped in his tracks and cringed, ears splayed and teeth beared. He waited for some sort of exclamation from the intruder, then the inevitable hot kiss of lead from the burglar's gun.
The only reply was another crash, this time in the kitchen. Their uninvited guest hadn't heard anything. Graham realized he wasn't breathing when his head began to spin. A quiet exhale later, the wolf was moving again.
At the bottom of the stairs, Graham hunched over, making him self as small as possible. He quietly slipped into the shadows of the living room, the furniture a dark silhouette against the neon blue of the full moon's light glowing through the windows and open front door.
The bastard hadn't even bothered to close the front door.
A cool chill tickled the lupine's bristled fur as he sniffed the air. His eyes may not be so good at night, but his other senses more then made up for it. The stench of alcohol hung heavily in the air. Not only was the bastard born in a barn, but he was drunk to boot.
Great, the wolf thought.
Graham looked through the dark entryway that led to the kitchen. It was impossible to see anything in there. From his current vantage point, he couldn't make out anything, but there was definitely someone in there.
The fridge light cast its glow from its place around the corner. A large shadow was caught in its luminance, but did nothing to reveal what the old wolf was up against. The blurred figure moved as if it were looking for something before succeeding in its search. The light shut off a moment later.
What the fuck was going on? Was the intruder making a sandwich? Who breaks into a house to make a sandwich?
Thoughts of crazy hobos filled the wolf's mind, dirty and dangerous; deranged and violent. Only someone very hungry would break into someone's home to take their food. Not to mention the stench.
Regardless, the lupine was going to use the distraction to his advantage. Cautious steps took him across the living room. It was dark and he still didn't know the layout that well. The odor of alcohol was stronger, laced with sweat, as the wolf pushed his back against the edge of the entryway to the kitchen. The intruder started moving again, toward the living room.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, Graham began to chant in his head.
Graham didn't think his fingers could close any tighter around the handle, but they tried anyway. Even as the intruder walked within a meter of the hiding wolf, the figure was still a dark blur. It was still impossible to tell what he was dealing with.
The lupine decided to stay hidden and watched the figure move through the living room. Maybe they would just leave, now that they've got their...sandwich? Who steals a sandwich!?
Once again, the intruder collided with a nearby piece of furniture, this time a table containing a lamp which fell to the ground with a dull thud. Graham could see the figure cringe, but still didn't cry out. They were at least good at that.
Sadly, the glow of the moon wasn't enough. It hugged the large form tightly, hinting at movement, but not species. And the movement was directed towards the door. Perhaps this whole situation would fix itself and the guy would just leave. Graham could deal with a stolen sandwich.
The door was closed. The intruder remained within the house. The wolf tensed again. Damn it.
The figure stumbled toward the stairs; toward his waiting wife and her son. His family. Graham panicked. Rational thought was out the window. This was it; time to do something.
The wolf's fur bristled out as he leapt from his hiding spot, a snarl on his muzzle as he lifted the club, "What the hell are you doing in my home?'
Graham didn't know why he said anything at all, as he didn't wait for an answer. The club swung in a sharp angle downward, wooden driver aimed directly at the intruder's head or what he thought was the intruder's head. It bounced ineffectively off the figure's arm with nothing more than a grunt from its owner.
Before he could swing again, the club was wrenched from his grip and tossed away. Barely a gasp later and Graham spun through the air, directed by a firm grip where his neck met his shoulder. The force of his back hitting the wall forced the breath from his lungs and left him panting.
"Your home?"
Graham cringed at the mix of food and alcohol that could only be described as putrid. It panted into his face with every word and made him squirm in place. This only got the grip on his shoulder to tighten. It held with vice like strength. The wolf's struggles ended with a whimper. His ears splayed. This wasn't how this was supposed to work. He was supposed to knock the intruder out. Call the cops and be the hero; all that good stuff. Instead, he was going to be beaten on his own turf; in his own territory.
"This isn't your home, old man."
Emmett?
"Wha..?" Graham couldn't even finish a word, let alone a sentence, as the young colt's grip squeezed him into silence.
More of that breath blew into the wolf's face as the younger male's muzzle darted toward him, "This is my house. Not yours."
The strength in the hold made the wolf's whine end in an audible squeak, preventing any other words from the lupine. They shook him like he was nothing more than a toy. It's unfortunate that Graham wasn't the only one that made this realization.
"Sounds like you got a loose sqeaker there, squeak toy." It sounded like the young punk spoke through a grin, even if the words were slightly slurred.
The word made the older wolf freeze with an icy chill. How was he supposed to respond to that?
I'm not a toy?
The laughter in his imagination was enough to kill the words before they ever formed in his throat. There really wasn't any response to that. For a moment, Graham forgot it was his younger step son that had him pinned against the wall and not the intruder he originally believed. He felt intimidated.
Frightened.
Before he allowed that fear to freeze him into silence, Graham's muzzle split into a snarl and the growl vibrated his chest, "Are you drunk? Do you know what fucking time it is, Em?" The older wolf's paws shot out and gave the colt a firm push to the chest. Emmett stumbled back a step, but the wolf quickly closed the distance. He wasn't going to let this...this brat...get away with this behaviour. "Where have you been?"
Emmett stumbled back and tripped over his feet, landing hard on the ground with a grunt. Graham could have laughed at the comical display of the silhouetted colt falling, but he was too angry. The wolf never knew how strong his step son really was. He doesn't let Emmett stand again, placing a paw on the colt's shoulder to push him back down.
"I don't care how you feel about it," Graham began with a full on angry snarl, "I'm not going to take this kind of disrespect, young man."
The horse tried to push back, struggling with the older wolf, "What the fuck? You can't treat me like...."
Just then, light jumped into the room from the direction of the stairs, silencing the young colt as he finally got a look at the older wolf standing before him. Emmett looked up at his step dad, a look of shock on his face.
The very exposed sheath hanging between the wolf's legs blocked most of the horse's expression from Graham's view, a reminder the wolf was very naked. Neither male moved.
"Graham?" Allisandra's soft voice came to his ears. "Is everything ok?"
Graham's ears burned a deep crimson as he backed away from the sitting colt.
"I....errr..." He reached for a pillow on the couch to cover himself quickly. He called up the stairs, "Yeah! Every thing is fine! It's just Em. Go back to bed."
The colt, smirking, stood from the ground and watched the wolf. They both knew their little confrontation was nearing an end. When Graham heard the steps on the stairs, the colt's smirk grew to a full grin. She was coming down. Frustrated, the wolf turned toward the stairs with a growl. His wife didn't need to see him standing naked before her son. It would be awkward to say the least.
Graham almost expected the colt to follow him, but the young brat was smart enough to disappear back into the kitchen. It would be awkward for him as well. The wolf's ears still burned at the thought that his step son saw him naked, and in such detail.
Allisandra met him at the foot of the stairs, "Emmett? What's he doing making so much noise?"
Graham just shrugged. Should he tell her about the drunk colt? Does she really need to know about his little confrontation with her son? The wolf thought much better of it and shook his head.
"Midnight snack. His night vision must not be so good," the wolf made a sound he hoped would pass as a chuckle.. "Which is a good thing. I kinda forgot my clothes."
The mare smirked, "I was wondering what you intended to do when you left the room."
"I'm far more intimidating in the nude," Graham felt himself relax as he walked up the stairs. "How about I give you a demonstration?"
Allisandra, obviously more relaxed herself, giggled and followed her husband into their room.
Did that really just happen?
Emmett stood in the kitchen, the sandwich forgotten on the table. Leaning back on the counter, the horse listened intently. Across the living room, his mom and that bastard of a wolf were in deep discussion. The colt cursed himself for making so much noise. His mother was going to kill him when the lupine told her he was drunk.
That wolf infuriated him so much! Of all the males, why would his mom settle for that bastard? It was his house, not Graham's. He was twice the man that wolf would ever be.
Emmett nearly laughed at the thought. That small sheathed wolf? An image of his step dad flashed in his mind, nude and panting. It wasn't exactly the picture the horse wanted in his head, but nonetheless, it was impossible not to make comparisons. And having had such an up close look? A quick shake of his head dislodged the picture from Emmett's head.
More like four or five times the man!
The colt noticed the discussion across the living room going quiet. The silence shocked the quickly sobering horse. Where was the yelling? His mother should be throwing a tantrum and storming into the kitchen. Instead, he only heard her giggle, then the quiet click of their door.
So...he hadn't told?
Emmett grinned. Of course the bastard hadn't told. Why would he? The colt had put that wolf firmly in his place. The fact that he hadn't mentioned anything was just proof of that. Graham was intimidated. The horse thought of his scuffle with the wolf before his mother interrupted them. It was so easy to pin his step dad to the wall and if he hadn't let his guard down, the wolf never would have pushed his way free.
And that whimper was so satisfying.
Squeak toy....
The colt snickered. What an interesting turn of events. The colt successfully navigated the dark house and fell into his bed, head dizzy with the possibilities. He never dared stand up to the little pipsqueak before. Something always held him back, some forced upon respect for the lupine. This time he didn't hold back, and for the briefest moment gave in to the pressure.
The old man whined.
It was time for Graham to learn a lesson.
"Nice to see you know how to dress yourself."
Graham looked up from where he sat at the kitchen table, nursing a frosted cup of orange juice and reading the newspaper. His eyes narrowed as he watched the colt enter the room. It looked like he was nursing quite the hang over. Regardless, there was a teasing mirth in the young male's eyes.
"Figured I could dress however I liked in my house," Graham found his grin and shared it with the horse.
Emmett stopped in his tracks. The colt's bright green mane flowed into his eyes, breaking their connection with the wolf. He didn't move for a moment, as if his hangover suddenly got the best of him.
Graham knew better. Territory was a sore spot in any young male's world. This had been his home long before Graham was in the picture. And this wolf just comes along and takes charge? Anyone would be angry.
It was all basic psychology though, and that was something the wolf knew very well. Psychology was his profession after all. This was basic teenager development; elementary topics. The late nights. The attitude. The drinking. It's all completely normal rebellious teen behavior.
"It says a lot that you've decided to get dressed in my house," Emmett replied shortly after.
It was Graham's turn to scowl, but the reaction was quick like a shadow cast by a bird, "I don't want you coming home at 3AM anymore."
The best solution: change the subject.
Emmett grinned again. The reaction disturbed the scientist in the wolf. That wasn't a normal reaction. Anger and frustration, or something similar, sure, but a grin? It was a fleeting reaction.
"What's it to you?" the colt's grin disappeared.
Graham was careful with his response. It was a delicate situation. He didn't want his step son to despise him. Regardless of general teenager rebellion, there was no reason for a young colt to be coming home at all hours of the night. Especially drunk. There was a time and place, and age, for that. The colt would have to rebel in some other way as long as the wolf was there.
"I don't like being woken up at 3AM. At least try to keep the late nights to the weekends, huh? Thurday night is just rude," the wolf tried appealing to the horse in a way that came off as friendly.
Emmett smirked, "You look well rested regardless."
Graham couldn't help himself. He was a wolf after all, and the inherent drive to be Alpha was enough to bring him down to the colt's level.
"What can I say? Your mom is great at putting me back to sleep."
"She's always been good with babies," the colt replied quickly.
So he's resorting to name calling now, Graham thought. He wasn't about to get suckered into such a game.
"You should see what she can do with a real man if you only know how she handles babies," Graham met the colt's gaze. That was it. The green haired punk was at a loss for words. "Don't worry. Regardless of the man in her life, she'll still tuck you in at night, son."
Em narrowed his eyes as he glared back at the wolf. He still didn't say anything, not expecting his words to be used against him. He bit his lip for a moment then shook his head, "I'm not your son, squeak toy."
Graham only smiled, "Don't you have school? Can't be late for that, son,"
Emmett would have snarled had he the ability. He pushed away from the counter and stormed out of the kitchen, hooves pounding the ground with an audible clop that followed the colt into the living room and up the stairs.
The wolf listened to the sound and then leaned back in his chair, snickering to himself. The door bell chimed a few moments later, bringing a scowl to the wolf's face. Was it that time already? The wolf took one last drink of his juice then got up to answer the door, greeting his first patient with a forced smile. No one smiles this early in the morning.
The muffled sound of flowing water came from upstairs as the wolf led his first patient into his office.
Emmett stepped from the shower, sure-hoofed on the smooth tile floor. He grabbed a towel and draped it over his head and mane. Rubbing firmly, the colt worked the water from the thick mane that draped over his brow and followed a thick pattern down his back. Another shake of his head once the towel was off sent drops of the water across the bathroom. It left the thick hair fluffed; the conditioner left it with a heavy bounce. He glanced into the mirror.
A grinning, green haired colt looked back, heavy locks hanging over his long face, perfectly parted to allow a glimpse of his eyes. The normally dull green iris seemed to soak in the color from his mane and radiated the same emerald glow. The short black fur that coated the rest of his body seemed to benefit from his recent hair 'modification' as well.
Stepping back, the young colt admired more of the image in the mirror. His green mane poured out across a mass of black fur that displayed his equine bulk, outlining each muscle with perfect precision. A turn to his side gave him the view of his flowing tail, which hung a good foot below where his mane stopped. It too was a dark, emerald green.
The highlights were just what the horse needed to stand out. No one noticed a black stallion anymore. If anything, he was a huge cliché until he did the dye job. Black Beauty anyone? No one needs that, especially a teenager.
Turning back towards the mirror brought the colt's attention to his hanging sheath and heavy balls. At least the cliché wasn't the only thing that was huge. Or was a well hung horse a cliché?
He lifted the sack then manipulated the sheath a bit, legs spreading ever so slightly when he did so. Looking over his genitals made him think back to the night before. A vision of the older wolf standing before him naked brought a smirk to his lips.
_Little squeak toy... _
The comparisons were so easy to make, yet impossible to ignore. That pup thinks he can get away with telling him what to do? There was no way he was ever going to obey Graham again. That little fuck had no right telling him what to do. It infuriated him further to think the bastard was boning his mother on top of everything else. Of all the men, she picked the psychologist.
Really mom?
Still, Emmett's thoughts drifted back to the naked wolf he encountered in the living room. The colt could feel his shaft begin to stir, still gripped in his paw. The image of the small gray wolf pinned to the wall excited the young male, but Emmett rationalized the reasons before his mind could go wild. It wasn't that his step father was naked, or that he even had a homosexual crush on the old man. No. It wasn't that at all.
Emmett's cock was getting hard because of how intimidated the wolf got. Graham had been so scared, pinned to the wall by the younger male. The horse could easily sense it. The way the lupine tensed was obvious enough, but he had whined as well, all under the colt's dominating power.
As the colt began to stroke himself, he silently agreed that was definitely the reason he was so hard. His thick girth barely allowed his fingers to touch as his paw worked up and down. Emmett was never so thankful that somewhere along the evolutionary line his ancestors developed fingers in place of the hooves his more feral counterparts still had, the poor bastards.
The colt closed his eyes and moaned. The image of the nude wolf remained there, cowering against the wall. Reduced to a whimpering pup, the wolf was weak all because of the young stallion's presence. This time, the wolf begged to be released; apologized for hitting him. He squirmed in the colt's grip and tried feebly to push the equine away. It was so pathetic.
So hot.
Emmett began to shake as his cock swelled to full mast. His free fingers curled over the edge of the sink in a tight grip, knuckles clenched like his jaws as his slim hips began to buck involuntarily. The flared tip expanded to leak a slimy fluid that left his paw and dick coated in a glossy sheen that glowed with the reflection of the light above him.
His imaginary tryst with his step father got more intense. Now nude as well, the colt grinned at the pinned wolf, who whined again. Between them, mere inches from the lupine's dormant sheath stood the stallion's rock hard monster, easily dwarfing the meager offering displayed by the old man. They both looked.
That was it. With a loud gasp, the colt's balls tightened against his groin before his flared tip expanded once more. A low moan escaped the young stallion as his thick shaft fed the sink pulse after pulse of his thick, potent seed. It coated the basin and faucet with the heavy goop which slowly flowed down the porcelain sides to puddle around the drain. The flow ebbed off with a dribble that trailed down the edge of his flared head and traced along his fingers before following the curve of his balls.
Emmett eyes slowly opened to regard the condition of the bathroom sink. Streaked with cum, a full layer filled it about an inch. A strand of semen hung from the faucet like a wet stalactite before it dripped into the puddle below. His heavy musk coated the room, marked it, with his familiar scent.
It was his territory.
The stallion grinned as he stepped away from the sink and grabbed a towel. He didn't bother with washing himself again. Instead, he rubbed the sticky fluid from his groin and paw before he tossed the towel carelessly on the floor. The sink remained soaked in his cum. Pulling up his boxers, Emmett left the room stinking of horse.
Graham closed the door with a sigh after his first patient left. He rolled his eyes. Problems! Everyone seemed to have them. Yet, if they didn't, he'd be out of a job. Problems paid the bills. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to become a psychologist. The wolf smirked at himself. It's too late now. Years of school were hard to go back on. At least the commute wasn't that bad. Graham and Allisandra converted the extra room downstairs into an office.
The old wolf's thoughts were quickly drawn back to the pain in his lower abdomen. It started with a slight throb about a quarter of the way through his hour long appointment. The sensation only grew from there until it was a full on burn in his bladder. And now it felt like phantom feathers were tickling his groin in an attempt to trick his mind into obeying his body's needs.
With a hop in his step, the wolf turned from the door and made a dash for the restroom. Movement was a nightmare. He could practically feel the liquid swish around like water in a balloon. His knees began to turn in on each other as he approached the door, an instinctive trick that gave some support to his bitching bladder.
Graham was grateful to find the bathroom unoccupied with the door wide open. He danced his way in, fumbling with his pants while he pushed the door closed. He made short work of his boxers as well, dropping them both to the floor, making his last few steps a desperate waddle.
Finally, his destination at paw, the wolf grips his sheath and aims it downward. With a low, pleasured moan, the lupine's eyes close and he relaxes his bladder. As the flow splashed into the bowl, Graham inhaled deeply, satisfied of the vibrations his bladder sent through his body, finally relieved of the intense pressure.
The stench caught him off guard.
Graham's eyes opened as his nostrils were flooded with a noticeable heady musk. It nearly made him dizzy just because he wasn't expecting it. The smell easily overpowered his own scent...and he was marking territory!
The next breath made him cringe again, the stench only getting stronger. He cringed, trying to snort as if that would blow the offending smell from him. The next inhale only made it worse.
Emmett.
The wolf couldn't help but smirk as his flow continued to go. The colt just got out of the shower and obviously did more than just wash. Graham couldn't help but snicker, regardless of the young stallion's heavy mark. It was something the wolf had noticed on the adolescent horse a few times; the lingering smell of semen. Then again, who doesn't smell like they just got their rocks off at that age?
The stream of urine died off and the lupine shook his sheath to send the lingering fluid into the bowl. He flicked the flushing mechanism and sent the waste swirling down the drain. A quick wiggle of his hips and worked his sheath back into his pants, pulling them up and buckling them without any problems.
Kids, Graham thought with a shake of his head, walking towards the wash basin.
Graham wondered just how often he was going at it, more in a clinical sense then a perverted sense. The wolf remembered when he was 16. He never thought his knot would deflate, let alone his balls empty for more than half an hour. His sheath was always taut, the shape of his knot always outlined wherever he went. His whole life practically revolved around masturbating, at least when there wasn't a good female around.
That was a long time ago.
The wolf's paw closed around the handle for the faucet before it quickly retreated, as if burned. He discovered why the bathroom smelt as it did with a strand of milky, sticky fluid still connecting his palm to the handle; a strand of horse cum. Graham's teeth showed his distaste as he looked into the sink, noticing the drying remains of the colt's recent load. It was all over the faucet and sides with most of it congealed near the drain.
No wonder the room smelt like it did. There was so much semen in the sink. The wolf was shocked at the sight. He'd have never left such a mess. A burning anger filled the lupine. This was intentional. The brat did it to get at him. This was just another rebellious sign, but Graham had reached his limit.
Was this normal teenager behavior? It's definitely normal for them to reach an age where they challenge everything, but this was downright...primal. He wasn't dumb. The wolf knew how a male animal marks territory, but they weren't animals. This was uncalled for.
Without washing his paw, Graham turned away from the sink and stomped out of the bathroom, growling deeply as he stood in the hall.
"Emmett!"
The wolf's call filled the house, his anger not hidden in any way. A moment before he could call again, he heard the front door close with an audible slam, leaving the wolf's second call to deaf ears. Emmett just left for school.
"Fuck," the wolf hissed through clenched teeth. "That...little shit."
The lupine turned to the bathroom again. The stench was worse then before, or at least seemed to be to the shaking wolf. Intensified by his sensitive nose, Graham was forced to breath in the scent. He couldn't leave that mess there. The wolf was worried the smell would never leave, forever marked by the young stallion. He looked down at his soiled paw, slimy substance coating it now, leaving it slick.
The scent continued to grow. It was a strange scent, and definitely not the first time he's smelt it, but never this strong. Lifting the paw, Graham held his nose within inches of it, giving it a couple quick sniffs. The effect was immediate and intense. A frightening heat raced through the wolf's nose and slapped his brain. A soft moan came to the wolf's ears, startling him slightly before he realized it was his own.
Graham looked into the mirror and suddenly felt stupid. Here he was, standing in the bathroom with a paw covered in his step son's semen and he was sniffing it like some kind of perverted animal. He felt sick at how appealing he found it; almost like he liked it.
The wolf cringed and quickly pulled the paw away from his snout. He turned on the faucet and started to scrub it. Emmett and he needed to have a little talk when the colt returned home.
Until then, the wolf had some cleaning to do.
"And then he was laughing, for no reason at all," the small kangaroo continued from her seat. "And before long, everyone was laughing at me."
Graham listened, feigning interest as his patient continued to describe a dream they had recently. It was a strong case of social anxiety; almost textbook even. He had heard the dream a hundred times. The large crowd, check; the attention, check; the laughter; check.
"Then I looked down and found I was naked."
And being nude; double check.
"Continue," the wolf spoke softly, making it look as if he were scribbling something down in his notes. It was nothing more then a squiggly line.
The kangaroo continued on, something about being unable to find any clothes as the crowd continued to laugh. This was all something easily fixed with some white pill whose name ends with -done. Something nice and mellow for the nerves would be exactly what the doctor ordered.
Graham imagined he might try to find some for himself. It had been a good few hours since the young colt left the mess for the wolf to clean up. It infuriated him, but he kept his cool. Things were already awkward after the previous night's encounter with the colt, losing it would only make things worse. The horse would walk all over him.
The kangaroo rattled on, but Graham heard none of it, lost to his own thoughts. Those thoughts were interrupted by the slam of the front door. The wolf's ears perked as he listened to the foot steps moving up the stairs, a faint clop that ended with the yawn of his bedroom door's hinges. Something sparked in the lupine as he thought about the awkward discussion in his future.
Graham returned his attention to the kangaroo. She watched him with a quiet smirk, interrupted by the door as well.
"I guess the kid's home from school," the wolf smiled, setting his notebook aside with a glance at the clock. "Which means our time is up."
The kangaroo nodded and smiled, "Thank you doctor."
The wolf opened up a nearby desk and pulled out a pad of paper. As he filled out the prescription, he explained what the pills were and how they would help. It was all phoned in; a recorded message he's repeated a number of times. Simple case of insomnia brought on by anxiety.
Graham walked her out. She was forgotten by the time the door closed. A fang grazed his lower lip, an nervous reaction.
Fuck, the wolf thought.
Things were already weird between him and his step son. Their encounter last night and their interactions today were awkward enough. A conversation about leaving a sink full of cum was the last thing they needed to continue to this fantastic bonding trend. The wolf stood there for a moment longer before, with a sigh, he started up the stairs.
As he reached the top of the stairs, Graham hesitated. Once again, he found himself faced with an unneeded confrontation. Unfortunately, calling the cops wasn't an option this time. What could they do anyway?
Hi, police? I have a teenage son and he's a dick.
For that matter, what the hell could he do? He could let it go. That actually sounded like a good idea.
Yeah, let him walk all over me, Graham thought.
Em would know the older male cleaned up the mess. The brat already got away with coming home drunk. No. That wouldn't do at all. It still didn't change the fact that he already cleaned it up. God, there was so much. It was everywhere. And just like that, Graham was thinking about his step son's load.
Geez! Get your shit together, you old perv, Graham shook his head and continued toward Emmett's bedroom. Fuck it.
It was bound to be just as awkward for the colt as it was for the wolf. Being blunt would be the best course of action. No reason to beat around the bush. That bit of confidence got him out of an uncomfortable situation last night. This behavior was uncalled for and the kid needed to know that.
Emmett's room was at the beginning of the hallway. The door stood slightly open, enough for Graham to see the colt's shadow dancing along the wall in the hallway. The words were coming to him with each step, building up his confidence. Standing in the doorway now, the wolf was sure he had this.
Then he saw Emmett.
The wolf was no idiot. He knew it was wrong to be staring at his naked step son, but that didn't change the fact that he was. The colt stood at the foot of his bed with his back to his voyeuristic step father. He had no idea Graham was there.
Graham's jaw dropped. This was the first time the lupine had seen his step son like this...with so little clothing. He knew the colt was athletic and could see that the exercise was paying off. The same black fur that coated the horse's arms and face ran the full course of his body, except where the young male had dyed it green. Lean muscle flexed in legs made for running as Emmett moved to a pair of sweats on the floor.
A numbing heat radiated through the wolf's body when the young male bent over to retrieve his clothing. The colt's tail flagged over his rump, showing off an ass that just begged to be squeezed, had it not been on another male. And further down....
Emmett was hung.
A thick sheath dangled between his legs, swaying in front of a heavy set of balls. The amount of semen in the sink earlier was no longer so shocking. Just like any male, it was impossible not to make comparisons and the wolf knew without even needing to see the equine's dick who won in that department. And just like that, they were gone as the horse pulled his sweats up.
Graham pulled from the door way before the colt could turn around. He blushed hard with the images now burned into his mind. It didn't help that the room smelt strongly of that same scent left in the bathroom yesterday. The lupine wanted to whine at how appealing it was. A strange mixture of emotions ran through the wolf, from genuine surprise to pure envy. The wolf began to tremble, ears splayed wide. The older male was confused to find himself hard.
What...the...fuck...
Breathless, the wolf made his way into his nearby bedroom and closed the door before he had to confront his step son.
As it turned out, he could let the conversation go.
Dinner was fun.
Emmett felt his eyes grow heavy. The young colt thought he was going to pass out into his mashed potatoes as his mother droned on about her eventful day at the office. Apparently the life of an accountant was riveting. Emmett's gaze lifted from his fluffy mound of potatoes, and caught Graham's look for a split second before the wolf broke contact and looked away
Huh?
The wolf immediately looked down at his plate. What a strange reaction. It reminded the teenager of their run in the night before. Graham couldn't still be intimidated could he? The colt watched as the wolf dug into the slab of meat on his plate. Even though the sight of the wolf eating meat disgusted him
"And then there's that annoying conference this weekend in Portland," the mare continued.
That got the attention of both males. They definitely heard that.
"What?" Graham started, "I thought you didn't leave for another couple weeks."
The mare shook her head, "This is to prepare for that."
"So...you have to leave to prepare to leave?" Graham continued.
Allisandra smirked, "It's just a Friday through Sunday thing. I'm sure you boys will be fine. You've played nice so far."
Emmett snorted and looked at Graham, expecting the wolf to be flashing that big stupid grin of his, only to find the wolf still looking at his mother.
"And....Emmett? It's a long trip for him to see his father for a weekend."
Allisandra rolled her eyes, "It's for two days, Graham." She sounded annoyed, "Besides, you two could use some bonding time. Not to mention, he's sixteen. I'm sure he could handle himself for two days if you up and disappeared."
This time, Graham did look at Emmett, who just smirked. The wolf looked away again.
There had been a lot of bonding going on already, although not in the way the mare's remark had intended. There was no doubt the wolf was thinking about it as well. It felt like such power having seen the wolf naked, but the horse couldn't figure out why. Although Graham's current mannerisms weren't those of an older man whose junk had been seen by his teenaged step son. There was something else up here.
The young horse nearly moaned out loud when he figured out what was going on. The little mess he left in the bathroom earlier. It was gone. That could only mean one thing, since his mother was at work until an hour ago. Graham had cleaned it up.
The wolf knew just what a stallion his step son was.
Emmett broke eye contact with the wolf and nodded quickly, "I agree! It's gonna be nice getting a little one on one time in."
"There," Allisandra grinned before she took the last bite of her potatoes. She swallowed them quickly and looked at Graham, "And just because he's sixteen doesn't mean you can go and disappear. That was just a joke."
"Haha," Graham replied coldly before he took a large bite of his steak.
Filthy predator.
Emmett looked away this time, unable to watch the wolf eat his food.
Allisandra pushed her chair from the table, "Alright, it's time relax." She took her plate into the kitchen. "Take care of the dishes when Graham is done, Emmett."
The horse just nodded his head. Emmett watched her leave before he looked across the table at the quiet lupine who was still working on a piece of disgusting meat. He waited until the wolf's Adam's apple traced the center of his throat, the telltale sign of swallowing, "Sorry for the mess I left in the bathroom earlier."
Graham nearly choked on the food in his muzzle, coughing a bit.
Then his ears flicked back.
So that was it, Emmett thought.
"Yeah," Graham growled softly, after fighting the food down. His ears perked again, "We need to have a little talk about that. I...uh...haven't seen you since this morning, but..." He locked his eyes with the colt, chest thumping steadily. He kept his voice low so as to not alert the mare in the other room. It also prevented it from giving out, "...lets not make that habit. What the fuck were you thinking?"
"About last night."
Emmett couldn't believe that was his voice, or that he had said anything at all so suddenly. The silence that followed was suffocating. The wolf's jaws opened, shock painted over every feature. He broke eye contact with the teenager, looking down at his plate. Apparently, the old man wasn't expecting that response either.
The colt took another bite of his food, never taking his gaze off the wolf. He was shaking all over, or at least felt like he should. He had no idea where this confidence was coming from either. Yet, here he was, staring down his step father at the dinner table. This could in so many horrible ways. The outcome was definitely a mystery. What if the old bastard told? What if he tried to throw him out? Somehow, he wasn't bothered.
Finally, Graham stood up from the table. He growled softly, his paw tipping over his glass, which hit the side of his plate and sent the remains of the cut and bloody meat onto the table. The split contents of the cup seeped into the table cloth, spreading like a summer wildfire.
"I guess it's only fair you clean up my mess then, kid."
The colt narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaws as Graham left the room. The old wolf didn't look back once.
"Emmett still eating?" Allisandra sat on the couch as some random commercial tried to sell some random item. She looked up at the wolf.
"Uh, yeah," Graham hoped he was hiding his panic good enough to fool the mare. There was no denying what the young horse had just said to him. And on top of that, his wife is leaving the day after tomorrow. He glanced at the TV, then back at his wife, "You were right though. It's time to relax. I'm going to grab a shower and join you."
"Oooh," the mare cooed, "A shower huh? Maybe I'll join you instead."
"But you look all relaxed already," the wolf smirked, trying to think up a way to get away for a moment. He needed to think. As if it were a quick thinking wingman accompanying him on a horrible blind date, the TV replaced the commercials with the television show and gave the wolf the excuse he needed, "Besides, wouldn't you miss your show?"
"Yeah. That's true," she took the bait and her attention went back to the screen again.
Graham did not wait to vacate the premises. He had his chance to escape and he wasn't going to spoil it. He was up the stairs and locking the bathroom door before he took another breath.
He hated sinking to the brat's level, but he let it all get to him. He couldn't think of any other way out of the situation, so he behaved like any teenager would, he got even.
Yeah, spilling a drink and some meat on the table is like cleaning up a sink of horse cum. What the fuck was going on here?
Graham's heart was racing as he thought over his conversation with the colt. He was masturbating, thinking about their encounter last night? The same encounter that involved the drunk horse pinning a very naked and scared wolf against the wall? The same encounter that involved his step son getting a very good look at his sheath?
An image of his step son, naked and on display sprang into his mind.
Then he recalled the encounter that involved his well hung step son getting a good look at his smaller sheath...
Graham growled. There were just some facts of life he had to face. Regardless of the kid's age, he was a horse. Horse dicks come with every male horse, and his step son was apparently no different. The wolf never thought of himself as small in that area, but he definitely didn't compare to a horse. Of course, that had to mean the same thing about his dad as well.
The professional inside the wolf knew he was developing a complex. There was no reason to get worked up over such a thing. There was also no reason to be envious. He was still able to pleasure his wife, right? That's all that mattered.
Then he thought of her ex-husband. The mare and the stallion obviously fucked at least once considering the images of the colt polluting his head. There was no way the wolf compared.
Stop thinking that way!
Graham growled again and pushed from the door. He was going to go insane if he kept thinking like that. There was no reason to get worked up over this. That was just giving that little punk even more sway and that wasn't acceptable.
The wolf turned on the water and ran it over his paw as the thoughts continued. At least Emmett didn't know of his earlier voyeurism. The kid would never let him live it down. There was no way the colt wouldn't make the same comparisons he did.
They both knew he was small.
Stop it!
When the water was warm enough, Graham removed his paw and shook the extra water from it before he turned the flow to the shower. It was time to relax and forget these thoughts. He could just forget about it. There was no reason to dwell on such things.
The old wolf slipped into the water surprised to find he was hard again.
Emmett watched from his window upstairs as his mother pulled out of the driveway. His stomach was fluttering with butterflies at the thought of being left to himself for the weekend. There was so much he could do, and get away with. His mother wasn't here. His father wasn't here.
Just Graham.
A grin spread on the colt's muzzle. There was such a change in the wolf recently, since their night time encounter. And it happened so fast. Just a couple short days and the wolf squirmed every time the colt came into the room. He could get away with murder.
That sense of control came back to him again and he felt those butterflies leave his stomach and travel down to his groin. It was a confusing thought, this reaction he had every time he thought of his step father. It isn't like he's attracted to guys at all, but just like the green hair proved, he liked attention. Especially the kind of attention he got from those that obviously found him impressive.
_And who finds you more impressive than someone obviously intimidated by you? _
Of course, right behind the thoughts that were turning him on were the thoughts of other forms of fun he could get away with. There was a party tonight. The colt knew he could use a good drink. Without threat of his mother's retaliation, and the knowledge that the puny wolf wouldn't say anything, the young horse couldn't wait to get plastered.
It was going to be a great weekend.
Graham watched his wife pull out of the drive way. His stomach was full of butterflies with the thought of being left alone with his step son for the weekend. There was so much the brat could do, and try to get away with. His mother wasn't here. His father wasn't here.
Just Emmett.
The thought scared him for some reason. The wolf despised his current situation. It didn't help that multiple sides of his psyche were clashing in the way they were at that moment.
There was the wolf in him that said to put the brat in his place. Don't lose any ground with the kid and he'll learn to respect you better. He needed a good ass whoopin' to see the light.
Yeah...and a good long jail sentence.
Then there was the professional psychologist in him that had a reason for everything and a workaround. Think it through and take the high road. Use science and cold hard facts to make the kid see the light.
Yeah...and hear him laugh.
Graham thought about being called a squeak toy and a chill ran through him. The brat wouldn't hear any facts. The colt would laugh, pure and simple. And the wolf would feel stupid.
How stupid do you need to feel?
How stupid, indeed. Graham was letting the kid get to him. He needed to ignore it. Give the brat and inch and he'd take a mile. The wolf just needed to keep telling himself that it was normal teenager behavior.
Of course, there was one solution. Avoidance. The colt couldn't take anything if there was nothing to take. And there's nothing to take if there's no one to take it from. The kid had school still Graham looked at the bed, then at the door.
Avoidance, my ass.
Hiding was more like it. The wolf hated the idea more than facing the brat. He could handle this. It was just one kid. He wondered if things would still be this awkward if the incident the night before last hadn't occurred. The lupine's head shook. That wouldn't change the fact that he then saw the horse naked.
And boy did he ever. That image flashed into his mind again, of the well hung stallion. The wolf could feel his ears burn, a confusing mixture of envy and frustration. Graham knew exactly what it really was too.
The kid knew.
There was no way he couldn't know he was better hung in that department. The colt was at an age when such comparisons were what made the world go round; an obsession with size and girth. Although, it seemed one never really grew out of that phase considering his current line of thought. And the colt knew the wolf didn't match up. He'd seen it, up close and personal. It was embarrassing. What must the kid be thinking? There's no way the adolescent horse wasn't thinking like the wolf was.
Emmett was more of a male than Graham, pure and simple.
At least the colt didn't know the wolf had seen. Would he ever let him live it down? It's not like he's letting him live it down now. Graham just couldn't let on that he saw. There's no reason why the horse has to know the wolf saw him in all his glory, right?
Unless the colt just flaunts it openly.
The wolf felt a cold chill run through him. He wouldn't do that would he? Just to prove a point? Graham shook the chill out, as if he were shaking water from his fur, and opened the bedroom door.
As if to prove his comedic timing was spot on, God allowed Emmett to do the same thing. Both males walked into the hallway. It was obvious they had the same intentions too, as they both headed for the bathroom. Their eyes met as Graham grabbed the door knob, the lupine smirking slightly as he pushed it open.
Haha! Brat.
Graham stopped in the doorway, "Beauty before children."
Emmett looked slightly frustrated as the door closed with such a satisfying click. Graham couldn't help but wag his tail as he stepped away from the door. As he crossed the bathroom, he started to strip off his shirt. He let it fall to the floor with an audible squeak. The wolf looked at it slightly confused before he heard the click of the door closing again.
"I hope you don't mind, but I really have to piss."
It was the hinges! Graham spun around to face a grinning colt that leaned against the closed door, arms crossed over his chest. The wolf growled low at the invasion of privacy.
Emmett snickered as he pushed himself from the door, hooves clopping on the smooth linoleum floor as he stood tall, "Don't mind me, Squeaker. It's not like you have anything I haven't seen before." He ended the sentence with a wiggle of his brow, teasing the lupine.
You should have locked the door, Graham scolded himself.
"This is inappropriate behavior, Emmett," the older wolf continued to growl. "I'm about to take a shower. Leave."
The horse just smirked and shook his head, sending his emerald green mane dancing behind him, "As I said before, you've got nothing to hide from me." His voice lowered, as if sharing a secret, "I got an up close, good look. Remember?"
Graham's ears splayed at the reminder, the full light of the bathroom easily making the red in them visible to his unwelcome guest. The wolf held his ground as Emmett confidently walked forward, never taking his eyes from his step dad. The older male was panting by the time the horse walked by him toward the toilet. Graham let the horse walk by, lowering his gaze to the floor as the youth did so, head still full of his encounter with the colt.
"Besides, I really have to piss, dude," the horse groped himself, which the wolf registered as a blurred movement out of the corner of his eye. "And I really don't care if you stay or go."
Fuck! He wouldn't!
Panic swelled inside the lupine. What was he supposed to do? Once again the wolf was having an internal civil war with himself that left him in motionless stalemate. One side told him to run, get away and let the brat have the bathroom. It might not be such a big deal to lose some battles. The other side laughed at the thought and gave him ideas such as physically throwing the boy out. It would be a big deal to leave and the kid would walk all over him.
Another growl came to Graham as the sound of trickling fluid filled the room. The heady scent of the young horse ended the war within the wolf, the more physical side winning the battle. Doing nothing would be just like leaving. Closing his eyes, the older wolf sighed softly to try and stay calm before he spun around.
"Em! We have to stop doing...." Graham's throat went suddenly dry, his words catching like wood on sandpaper. And much like wood on sandpaper, they quickly lost their sharp edge.
Emmett stood on the opposite side of the toilet, back to the shower, which left him on full display to the shocked lupine. His dick hung limp from his sheath, obviously the result of waking up with a bladder full of liquid. A thick pungent stream of urine sprayed from the bulbous head. There was much more to see now then his voyeuristic view of it yesterday. And this close gave him a much better view. The wolf's eyes went wide and couldn't do anything but stare. The stream continued to flow with an urgent rush into the toilet, meeting the water with a heavy splash.
Graham couldn't take his eyes from it, following its shape, every ridge and vein, until it met the base. It was hugged by a dark sheath which was outlined by a thick patch of green pubic fur, much like the mane on the equine's head. Below that hung a taut scrotal sack which hardly looked capable of containing the oversized testicles within.
There was only one word to describe it. Breathtaking. The wolf's silence was testament to this as his throat remained a barren desert.
Finally, the stream died off, leaving a steady drip from the tip which the horse flung into the bowl with a shake of his paw. The sway of the length was almost hypnotic, the lupine's eyes following its bounce without thought. The perfect view was soon obstructed by the horse's pants, making it possible for the wolf's gaze to break.
"Like what you saw?" Emmett was smirking when Graham's eyes darted up. He flushed the toilet and kicked his sweats aside, leaving him naked from the waist down.
It made the older male blush hard. Graham was quick to look away. He'd been caught, red handed, and there was no denying it. The colt caught him staring, like some pervert that enjoyed watching other males piss. Or was there something more? He didn't have to stare after all.
But he did. Did he enjoy it?
Graham couldn't help but bristle as the colt stepped by him to turn on the faucet. He nonchalantly ran his paws under the water, as if the wolf weren't even there. The mute wolf watched and felt even more nervous about the situation then he had been to start. With a shake of his paws, the horse turned off the water and met Graham's look again, holding it with steady eyes.
"Now we're even, Squeak Toy," the colt grinned confidently, and then patted the wolf on the head which left the fur there damp from the horse's washed paws.
At least he hoped that's what the wetness was from.
The lupine was in shocked silence as the horse turned and walked out of the bathroom, still nude. The door closed with an eerie groan Graham would have mistaken for himself if he had the ability to make a noise.
Now alone, a deep burn of anger swelled through the humiliated wolf's body. The shame and embarrassment of the awkward situation turned into mind numbing rage. That little fuck had done that on purpose, using the situation to further intimidated the older male. Graham watched himself in the mirror, a mixture of angry and nervous, but mostly angry. Then the realization dawned on the wolf.
Emmett's entire reason for doing what he had just done. It was to guarantee that the wolf saw. They both knew that the colt got a good, up close view of his own sheath. Now the kid wanted to make sure Graham knew what the colt already knew, that Emmett was hung like a stallion.
The emotions continued to grow in the wolf, a knot of humiliation and anger and just plain inadequacies. It didn't take long for Graham to realize he was panting, lost in his thoughts. The wolf was surprised to find himself snarling, a fist hitting the counter firmly.
This had to stop.
But how? Graham stared into the mirror as if his reflection would suddenly have the answer. It didn't. It just returned the same frustrated glare the wolf held. The wolf knew there was going to be no reasoning with the kid. He'd just do something and leave the wolf fuming. Now he had even more fuel for the flame. And Graham knew the colt wouldn't hesitate to bring up certain comparisons.
The lupine's head dipped with a groan, shaking from side as if his neck had lost all strength. Finally, he pushed away form the sink and glanced at the door. He thought about going after the colt, just confronting the problem right then and there.
And then what? The only thing that came to mind was the colt and that arrogant smirk. He knew the kid would just laugh and walk off, completely disrespectful. Let it go and there was the possibility of handling the situation with a clear, level head.
Yeah! Graham thought, his tail bouncing with a wag as he turned towards the shower. _I'm not thinking clearly anyway. _
Trying anything now would just lead to further frustration. He'd handle the problem when Em got home that afternoon. That would give him time to think it through.
Graham took his sweats off as he walked across the bathroom, ready for the shower. This time, when he glanced in the mirror, his reflection grinned back.
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
Emmett's heart punched his chest with each beat, as if it were trying to break through. A rush of memories left the horse dizzy while the chant continued in his head. He had to sit down to compute what just occurred in the bathroom. It was nearly too much.
What was I thinking?
That wasn't like the colt at all. The horse was so confused. Something in him just snapped when the wolf stole his bathroom, but what a strange way to react. It wasn't like he got his kicks from flashing himself to other men and he never intended for it to turn into that.
He just had to piss. Whatever possessed him to do the rest, Emmett was at a loss for an answer. And it wasn't his fault the wolf had stared!
The perv! Emmett couldn't shake the way the lupine had just stared at him. What was up with that? He almost looked...envious. It reminded him of the timid stare he received from the lupine for a few brief moments the other night. Of course, the horse couldn't blame him. It was exciting to think the wolf knew who the real male was between them now.
The intimidation. The admiration. The attention! It was all so exciting. The colt sucked the stuff up. Why else would his hair be green? And it was even better that it came from his stupid step father.
His heart still beat with a frantic beat, but to a different tune. No longer did it dance with the adrenaline of his recent confrontation. It was much clearer now just what it was that excited him. There was no way the wolf could honestly call himself the man of the house anymore.
And just like that, the horse's member began to rise.
Emmett snorted and shook his head. He rolled his eyes as if his dick had said something stupid. There wasn't any time for that, and it was the last thing he needed to dwell on. That damn wolf would be in here in no time, scolding him like he was some kind of child and not a seventeen year old stallion. As he lifted his pants off the bed, a strong urge to remain naked filled the colt, the perfect way to confront the old lupine when he barged into his room.
The teeny weenie squeak toy needed to learn, and that would be one way. The horse placed his paws on his hips, leaving the pants on the bed as he faced the door. He grinned. This was perfect. The wolf would get another reminder of what a stud should look like.
The running water from the shower made the colt's ego deflate. Emmett felt stupid when he realized he was disappointed. It was a fleeting feeling because the horse knew the running water meant one thing. Graham had backed down. His step dad was intimidated, yet again.
That was enough. The colt had won this round. It was time to get out while the getting was good. Pulling on a loose pair of jeans, the horse wiggled on his hooves as he zipped them up, careful not to catch his still firm flesh. Emmett always enjoyed how he filled a pair of jeans, even if they were loose, and admired the sight as he buttoned up his shirt. Dressed, the colt grabbed his backpack and left his room.
The shower was still running strong as the colt left the house.
Graham was happy to find the colt gone when he left the shower. Regardless, his heart was still racing. His mind went crazy with thoughts on how to handle this. There were the reasonable solutions like a nice long chat. Then there were the unreasonable things. The wolf couldn't help but grin. It wasn't a rare thing for a teenager to go missing. In fact, right now he had a patient suffering from depression at the loss of her daughter.
The thought was quickly ignored when he found himself grinning at ideas of where to hide the body.
It was a waste to think like that. The lupine would never do that to the boy, no matter how much the kid began to bully him. It would devastate his wife, which would then go and devastate him. A lost kid ended marriages. That was the other part causing his patient's trauma.
But a heart to heart isn't going to help either, idiot.
The wolf growled at his thoughts and shook his head, "You really are just a squeak toy."
The words scared him as much as the smile that met his thoughts on murder. Allowing himself to start thinking that way would be a bad road to go down, like some kind of twisted case of Stockholm Syndrome. Then again...in those cases...everyone is happy.
No!
Graham clenched his paws into fists and hit the counter. He was getting frustrated. That little shit was really getting under his fur and it had to stop. There weren't many options. The few he did think about all ended up turning sour in his mind. He could always talk to his wife about it, but that would just sound like whining. He could try acting just like the kid, but that would be as immature as whining, and ultimately as ineffective.
Clenching his jaws again, the wolf sighed slowly. There had to be an answer to this. It hadn't always been so bad. There had been some rough spots, but nothing horrible. Nothing like recently, since the brat saw him naked.
When Graham looked into the mirror again, he was blushing at the way he was thinking. That would explain a lot. He was definitely at an age to be obsessive about things like that. A bigger dick meant a better male and all that crap. It was an ignorant way to think.
Right?
Graham growled again. Of course it was right. A bigger dick just meant a bigger dick. It didn't mean anything else. It was no measure of masculinity. That was gauged by actions and behavior. Acting like an immature, whiny bitch wasn't going to make him look good.
But what would?
There was no answer. The wolf dwelled on it through breakfast, leaving his bacon and eggs nearly untouched. The wolf dwelled on it while bobbing his head in time to his patients' worries and concerns. The wolf even dwelled on it when the colt failed to come home on time from school on time.
And the cycle continued.
The wolf let time slip away from him. What had started as late afternoon news slowly droned into syndicated sitcoms before spilling over with boring dramas. If asked, he couldn't tell you about anything he had seen since his last patient. He spent most of that time trying to ignore his current situation.
It was his Friday. There were no more schedules for a couple days. It didn't matter that he was ready for bed by four in the afternoon. And if the brat wasn't going to come home, more power to him. Graham didn't care. In fact, he was relieved. It gave him more time to focus on his current problems. At least more time to relax and enjoy some peace and quiet undisturbed.
Before the wolf knew it, the light disappeared from outside, leaving the living room full of the dancing glare from the television. Graham finally pulled himself away from the television and rolled his eyes.
This sucked! The wife was gone, his work was all caught up and finished, and he was spending his evening thinking about that damn kid! It was hard enough dealing with a bully, but one that was twenty years younger than you and a minor to boot made it even trickier.
Graham knew the real reason it was so hard. He didn't want to be teased, pure and simple. The kid would tease him the moment he showed any insecurity in the situation. So far he's been good at dishing it back, but that little stunt in the bathroom this morning left him unsure.
What was the brat up to?
_Screw it. _
He was wasting the beginning of his weekend. And on what? That stupid kid. So screw it. Dwelling on it wasn't getting him anywhere. There was a way to make the broken record stop. Actually, there were twelve ways right in the refrigerator. A good healthy drunk is healthy from time to time. With the wife gone, there was no reason to stay sober.
The first beer had the burning effect the wolf expected as he quickly downed the bitter fluid. The burn was quick to fill the wolf's head with a dull buzz that began to mute the voices. The second further subdued them. By the time the wolf left the kitchen, he was hard at work on his third with a fourth one ready.
Much better, Graham thought as he sat down on the couch, a sloppy grin painted on his muzzle.
The voices weren't so annoying anymore. The wolf's drinking slowed down on the fourth beer since the alcohol was starting to have a more intense effect. This time, when Graham thought back to the colt, he couldn't help but laugh. It really was a funny situation, all things said. His bathroom encounter with the colt only added fuel to the fire, his laughter turning to an uproarious howl. Maybe it was something that would just blow over now.
Thinking back on it again, everything just seemed amusing to the lupine. His first encounter with the lad, the way the kid reacted. It was such an awkward situation. He even managed to joke about it the next morning, confident enough in him self to brush off anything the colt could say. It had felt good. Perhaps he was overreacting after all.
Then why couldn't he get the image of the horse pissing or changing out of his head? It was just...beautiful? There was no other way to describe it. The image lingered as if the wolf had remembered every aspect of it, from the flaring tip to the way it swayed with every movement the colt made. It really was impressive, by any standards, even a straight, married wolf's.
Graham tried to get the thought out of his head with a fifth beer, but it failed to shake the image which only became more focused in his mind to a level of detail that got his heart racing. A shuddered breath escaped the wolf's muzzle when he realized he wasn't breathing properly and got him panting heavily. He felt dizzy and hot, the alcohol no longer easing the voices, but they weren't as vicious anymore.
They were actually more accepting of the bulge in his sweats as well. Confused, he wolf could only look down at the sizeable lump that outlined the erection he didn't remember growing. There was already a dark spot that traced this tapered tip. Now, the broken record scared him more. The thoughts were the same, of the kid and what he had been doing, but they didn't stress or frighten him.
They excited him.
A searching paw found the bulge and gave it a squeeze, the soft material of the sweat pants creating a ticklish friction that left the wolf giddy. He grinned and squeezed it again, accepting his thoughts even more. He let the image feeling take his mind, that of the colt, nude, only this time with an erection that easily dwarfed his own. Graham gasped out loud when the image of the stallion changed to that of the colt stroking himself.
Eroticizing the situation, regardless of how taboo, was one means of getting over it, right? Even through the haze of alcohol, the scientific side of his brain still tried to reason with what he was doing. It didn't make him gay or anything to think this way. Hell, even in the wild, the strong males were respected and adored by the weaker ones.
Wait...what?
That scared the wolf. Was he really starting to contradict himself now? Eroticizing something was one thing, but he just went the next step. He thought of the colt as more masculine. And what made him view the young male like that? A larger dick?
And the more primal side of his brain didn't give a shit. It guided his paw into his pants and directly squeezed his length which brought a whine from the lupine. His shaft was wet, leaking a musky fluid that was quickly building in the living room. The fight in the wolf was gone, a fleeting effort in his tumultuous mind. He closed his eyes, laid his head back on the couch, and groaned loudly as his paw slowly traveled up his shaft in a single, slow stroke still within his sweats, all because he was admiring the colt's length.
The image was clear as day now, the colt having taken on a more lewd position. It was similar to how the wolf was now, legs spread and paw running up and down his length, only the younger male was fully nude. In his mind, Emmett watched the wolf with a lecherous grin, as if asking why the lupine doesn't come over for a closer look.
And in his mind, he did.
"I'm beginning to see why my mom fell for you."
Graham's head shot up from the back of the couch, his lustful heat mixing with a shocking chill that left him feeling sick. His eyes landed upon Emmett, who leaned against the wall returning the wolf's gaze. The grin on the young male's muzzle matched that of the image in the wolf's head, answering the wolf's question before he could ask it.
"Uhhh...Ummm..." Graham stuttered as he quickly pulled his paw from his sweats, trying to act like everything was normal, "How long have you been there?"
Emmett pushed himself from the wall and walked confidently into the living room, "Long enough to watch my step dad start jacking off."
Graham was silently cursing himself for his horrible mistake. He never should have done this in the living room. He never should have done this, period. The wolf's ears turned a bright red, only adding to the quivering that grew in his guts.
"Heh," Graham searched for the words, "I...I wasn't ja..jacking off."
Emmett nodded his head as he continued to walk in, "Uh huh. So...you just pissed your pants then?"
The wolf glanced down at the still visible bulge in his sweats, and the huge wet spot that surrounded it. Graham quickly threw his paws over the bulge, as if that would make the horse forget it was there, "That's...uh..."
There was no way to talk him self out of this one. There was no other excuse for what he had been doing. At least the horse didn't know what he had been thinking about.
Graham quickly tried to stand up, his head still dizzy from the alcohol mixed with lustful thoughts of his own step son. The wolf had never felt so fucked up in his life. His fight or flight response had kicked in overtime with every part of his being voting for flight, so when the paw landed on his shoulder and pushed him back down, there was no fight in the wolf. He sat back down on the couch, dangerously close to the horse; eye level with the stallion's groin. In fact, that is what caught the wolf's eye.
He stared.
"Is that what you were thinking about?" Emmett asked.
Graham didn't answer, unable to think of anything beyond the lust he found himself feeling for the younger male. There was no denying what he was thinking about either, as he continued to stare. Before he could give an answer either way, his nose was pushed flush against the horse's covered groin. He gasped, the sharp intake of breath flooding his nose with intense equine musk. He tried once to pull back, but the half hearted attempt was stopped by the colt's grip held firm on his shoulder, keeping the wolf in place. Only the thin fabric of the horse's jeans kept the wolf's flesh from pressing directly against the colt.
"Mmm," the colt continued, "I had a feeling it was. I saw how you stared in the bathroom earlier."
Emmett released the wolf's shoulder with a slight shove, leaving the dazed lupine to rest back against the couch. Unfocused and confused, Graham sat there nearly lifeless. His paws no longer tried to cover the wet spot of his sweats or the renewed bulge. The older male didn't try to stop the teen when the colt leaned in and placed his paws on the waistband of the wolf's sweats. Emmett's breath blew into the lupine's face as their muzzles were within inches of each other. It held the strong odor of alcohol too.
Graham's muzzle was directed downward though, where the paws threatened to pull his pants down and reveal his newly realized shame. It was one thing for the colt to see a limp, lifeless sheath. That still gave the wolf some modesty at least. It was a different thing entirely when his whole cock rested heavily across his thigh. The colt would never let him live it down if he saw just how big the wolf really was.
"Look at me, Squeak Toy," the colt said softly, the whispered order a jab directly into the wolf's psyche. No amount of will power could keep the wolf from obeying that order and his eyes met the commanding gaze of the younger male who seemed to read him like a book. "Lift your hips."
Again, the wolf found himself powerless to disobey, sharing one of his most personal secrets. The wolf panted and pressed his paws against the couch, then lifted his rump from it, never once taking his eyes off the colt. He felt kind of silly there, looking into his step son's eyes as his sweats were slowly removed. Graham's dick sprung free as his sweats were pulled down to his knees.
"Sit," Emmett whispered soon after, which the wolf quickly did, making it easy work to get his sweats all the way off.
The lupine was left in only a shirt, everything else on display to the young man who stood before him. Even after the colt broke eye contact Graham continued to watch the horse. The wolf felt the weight of the eyes as they landed upon his throbbing member, which made the older male blush even harder. His secret was out and rested heavily over his belly.
"Mmmhmm," the colt nodded and without another word, he stepped away from the couch and walked around towards the stairs.
Graham remained where he sat. His step son had just removed his pants and checked out his hard on. It still showed no signs of retreating into his sheath. In fact, his knot began to make itself known, creating a bubble at the base of his dick. The wolf just stared at it quietly while the tip leaked steadily onto his belly.
"Want to see what a real male looks like, Squeak Toy?" Emmett walked up the stairs then turned around at the top and watched the wolf. The young stallion watched the wolf before retreating down the hall.
Graham hated himself at that moment as the question hung in the air. He hated that the only answer his mind would give him was yes, he did. He wanted to see what a real male looked like. It bothered him even more that he thought that way while staring at his own erect maleness.
It really wasn't that big at all.
When he attempted to stand, it felt like the kid was still holding him down. Graham's legs shook and wobbled as he tried to find balance and finally stood. His head was a numbing sea of mixed up emotions; fear, anxiety, anger, confusion, but most of all and incredible dread at the desire that drove him towards the stairs. Graham felt as if he were stuck in some horrible dream, watching himself move forward when every fiber of his being pulled in the other direction.
The wolf tried to compare his current situation to that of any of his patients, but came up empty. He hadn't spoken to any men who had a step son that was repeatedly trying to humiliate and belittle them. And no one that found themselves getting off on it. Then again, what male would discuss such a thing with another?
Graham definitely wouldn't.
No. This was over. The kid may have completely humiliated him, but he could still save...something, some form of dignity or masculinity or whatever the hell it was the brat was stealing. All the wolf had to do was go into his room, close the door, and not open it until 2099. Allisandra would understand.
The wolf was slow to reach the top of the stairs. Each step sent a thrill through the lupine's loins as his erect shaft swayed before him. Graham was trembling by the time he reached the top of the stairs. His room was at the opposite end of the hallway. That meant having to walk by Emmett's room.
And his door was wide open.
You can do this. Don't look. You can do this. Don't look....
Graham took a slow step every time he repeated his words, like he was trying to slip by a sleeping giant. The open maw of the wolf's bedroom door waited at the end and drove him another couple strides down the long hard road out of hell. Another step and it came closer. Salvation was only moments away, or at least a delay to help him gather his thoughts and handle the situation properly
The next step brought his foot down upon a cruel, fateful joke that had laid in wait since the day the old house was built. The wolf nearly barked when the wooden plank under his foot screeched with the weight of his paw, alerting the silence of the hallway with his presence.
The muscles in his jaw acted as if they wished to shatter his teeth they clenched so tightly. The wolf finally found himself thankful he was so hard at that moment or his bladder would have emptied itself all over the floor there and then. That would have ended the evening perfectly.
Nothing but dim light came from the stallion's open doorway. If Emmett discovered his presence, he made no indication of it.
You can do it.
Another step, one more and he'd be in front of the doorway.
Don't look.
With the next step, the wolf felt eyes upon him from within the room, heavy as the paws that held him on the couch.
You can do it.
This time, there wasn't another step. Graham was frozen to the spot.
Don't look.
Graham didn't.
Through some strange feat of willpower, the wolf moved beyond the door and down the hall. He kept his eyes downward and made a quick retreat to the master bedroom. The darkness was comforting, a shroud that blocked out what just happened. Graham couldn't stop himself from shaking. He felt so small and weak, allowing that kid to get away with such behavior.
At least it was a problem he could put off until tomorrow. Some sleep would clear his head. Besides, he was too drunk to deal with the obnoxious colt anyway. It might take more damage control than he wanted, especially since the horse got a nice eyeful of his penis.
Fuck, the wolf thought. It just kept getting worse.
The wolf's paw found the light switch on the wall, turning the bedside lamp on. A numbing heat filled the wolf's belly again, something he thought he left downstairs. His relief retreated like the light, lost with the fading darkness.
Emmett sat on the foot of the bed, Graham's bed, fully nude and sporting a dick that made the wolf blush, hard. His legs were spread wide in a way that presented himself to the older male, displayed every part of the horse in a way the lupine never thought he would see. The blunt tip of the colt's cock pushed hard against his belly, curved up from a heavy hanging sheath, the base outlined by a tuft of green pubic fur.
The punk.
Graham found himself staring at the colt's large balls, at least until they bounced. The motion made the wolf realize the colt had started stroking himself, the younger male's balls swaying with each pump. The tempo was like a metronome, a hypnotic beat that soon matched the lupine's heavy panting.
Graham found the colt's dick almost alien in appearance. The wolf knew there was a difference overall. He wasn't ignorant, just not an expert as other men were never an interest to him, at least not to the point of seeing them hard. A sheath was a sheath, and every male had one. It was what was inside that was different and this was the first time the wolf had seen the contents of another male's sheath. The head was a blunt, rounded crown as opposed to the tapered point he was accustomed to. The shaft stayed thick from head to base with only gradual growth, with the median being a bit thicker than the rest. Reminiscent of his own knot, the thicker part seemed to give the boy an extra thrill every time his paw moved along it.
Regardless, the boy easily dwarfed his own seven inch shaft, in both girth and length. For some reason it made the wolf feel small, insignificant. A sensation filled the lupine, a strange mixture of shame and arousal that left his blood boiling.
The colt grinned, that cocky smirk that enraged the wolf. It teased on every level. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing here. His gaze was locked upon the wolf, but Graham didn't know it. He was too busy openly looking at his step son spread a slick, slimy fluid that made the dark black flesh of his throbbing dick glisten in the dim light.
Graham's thoughts were no longer about fixing the situation tomorrow, or ever for that matter. They weren't even obsessing over the fact his dick was throbbing and exposed. They were fully focused on the large dick and the young male who stroked it. Emmett snickered from the bed, never taking his gaze off the drunken lupine. Through some draining drive of strength, the wolf lifted his head and met his step son's commanding gaze, frozen to the spot.
And they stayed that way for the moment. Graham's ears splayed when he finally found his growl, issuing a warning to the arrogant youth, "This...has to...st...stop." The wolf blushed at the sound of the stutter in his words. There wasn't anything strong about them.
Then it suddenly came to him. The little punk was castrating him. Not the physical kind, but it might as well have been. No, this was far worse, more emotional. Psycological. The escalating anxiety this week wasn't any normal nervous break down, it was the colt stripping him of his masculinity. Daily, the kid picked at him in ways that the wolf tried to ignore, like a bully. He thought it was basic teenage actions. This wasn't normal, teenage behavior. This was a whole other, darker kind of mentality.
"If it had to stop, you'd have stopped it by now," Emmett replied with a cool edge to his voice. There was no panic behind his words, calm and collected. "You're a man. What kind of man would let a boy do this...if it was supposed to stop?" The colt held up the paw he had previously used to spread precum over his shaft. It glistened much the same as the throbbing dick between the boy's legs. The confidence shook the wolf. "Come here."
The words hit the wolf as if they had been physically thrown at him. Graham shook his head, both in response and in an attempt to clear it. His eyes never left the paw, watched as the fingers curved to beckon him closer. The lupine clenched his jaws tightly together, too nervous to speak. The tightness in his throat told him his voice would crack, like some adolescent pup or some kind of squeak toy. He remained quiet.
"Now."
There was that voice again. It held an unspoken command for respect. Respect and obedience. It turned the wolf's legs to noodles and made him visibly rock in place. He felt as if he were going to pass out, the blood in his head rushing. He had to take another step forward just to stop from falling.
"That's it," the horse said calmly with a nod of his head. It sounded more like he was offering a treat to a skittish animal. The wolf acted accordingly and moved closer again, this time the movement intentional. "Good."
Emmett's offered paw held the wolf in a hypnotic trance. The lupine was unable to take his eyes off of it. The translucent fluid practically glowed in the horse's palm, matting the fur down. It waited, offered and enticing. The distance between the wolf and the horse grew smaller as Graham closed the distance.
Every nerve in the lupine told him to stop, this was wrong and he shouldn't be doing it. It was his step son for crying out loud. It didn't matter though. Nothing did except for that paw and what it offered. The wolf had to sample it. It was similar to what he experienced in the bathroom the day before, but so much fresher. Why couldn't he stop this?
Why didn't he want to stop this?
A tumultuous war ravaged his insides, his emotions gone on a bender. Every voice in his head had a different opinion about what was going on, becoming a string of unintelligible syllables that only confused the wolf further. The wolf was trapped on autopilot, letting his body instinctively take over.
And that's what it was, right? Instinct? It didn't matter if it was natural for males to maintain a hierarchy of control and power when this closely knit. It didn't matter to the lupine that he was submitting in such a way, even if it was his step son taking on this alpha role.
It just didn't matter.
The only thing that mattered at that moment was the paw and what it offered; a fresh sample of the stallion's scent.
The room was silent except for the wolf's unsteady panting as Graham stopped before the stationary colt. Words were no longer needed to broadcast his waning confidence. He watched the paw tilt further, offering its treasure.
Graham took the offer. He closed his eyes and dipped his head downward, moving his muzzle slowly until it pressed to the paw. The drying slickness pressed against his sensitive nose and he inhaled deeply, taking in the pheromones offered by the teen. Like some common dog, Graham nuzzled the paw, then sniffed along it as if to get more.
Emmett remained silent and continued to let Graham enjoy the offered paw. The wolf tensed a bit when the colt's free paw cupped the back of his head and eased him downward. The older lupine blushed softly, ears remaining splayed, as he was guided to his knees at the foot of the horse's bed, but put up no fight. The stallion's paw remained on the back of the wolf's head while the other was finally pulled away from the wolf's flicking tongue. Graham's complaint was a brief whimper before he found himself staring up close at his step son's musky groin.
And that was it. The next moment, the horse's paw pulled forward and Graham was all too ready to obey. His nose pushed directly into the heavy sac that contained the teen's testicles before it pushed into the crevice created by their edge and the horse's thigh. Another inhale infected the wolf with even more of the horse's dizzying odor.
With a groan from both males, the lupine began to lick over the horse's hard shaft. His tongue tickled worked like a wedge and dug firmly against the youth's thigh, which made Emmett tense with a soft his. The next lick was more intent, pushing directly along Em's thigh, tasting the horses sweat. It was as intense as what leaked from his cock.
But it wasn't the same.
Graham growled. He wanted more of it. No, he needed more of it. Three inches of his step son's cock was in his muzzle before the wolf's rational mind kicked in, having caught up with his speeding lusts, but it was too late. The wolf was long gone by the point his mind screamed at him to stop and he easily ignored it as he knelt between the nude youth's spread legs.
The lupine closed his eyes and sucked upon the throbbing length. A paw on the back of his head gently pushed down, urging instead of forcing, inciting a long snort from the colt. Another four inches slipped in before the blunt tip of his step son's dick pushed against his throat.
Graham's eyes open as the length flex's, looking down it's length at another two inches at least. He didn't process that as much as the fluid he could feel flowing directly down his throat. The lupine stayed like that, panting unsteadily around the maleness wedged between his lips. The paw on his head began to pet him, leaving his mouth impaled on his step son's impressive dick. It surprised the wolf how gentle and delicate it was. Almost...affectionate.
Graham's tail began to wag.
The paw made a couple more passes before it slipped down and gripped his scruff firmly, almost roughly. With a simple upward tug, Graham's muzzle was empty, giving the wolf a full view of the throbbing maleness. It wouldn't be the last time that night the wolf felt like a puppy as strong paws lifted him to his feet, and then onto the bed.
With embarrassing ease, the wolf was put on all fours by the much younger colt.
"Is this a familiar position to you, squeak toy?" Em's paws come to rest on the wolf's hips, squeezing them as if to make a point.
The grip on his hips made Graham think of the few females he had mounted as the fingers mimicked the classic doggystyle hold. The thought made him look at the picture on the table, a framed image of his wife from their honeymoon. The mare was happy, her expression one of excitement. She obviously liked what she was looking at. Her husband blushed hard at the thought as he was mounted by the mare's own kid.
Em turned down the picture a moment later, exposing the other object on the table, a full sized mirror, "You're going to think about this every night as you lie here. You're never going to forget about how hard I fucked you and all you did was squeak."
Graham clenched his paws into white knuckled fists, fingers entwined with the blanket under him. The reflection in the mirror made him feel faint, his heart working overtime in his chest. The bed rocked under him, yet Graham hardly noticed, totally engrossed as the scene unfolded in the mirror.
From the wide grin and intense gaze, the young male oozed confidence as he hovered over the wolf, the victor over his conquest. There was no doubt in either males' mind who the winner was in this little tryst. The wolf was being mounted, his step son's bitch.
Graham shivered, a cold sweat coating his body. It chilled him, regardless of how hot his step son's thighs were on either side of him. The wolf's tail was wedged upward, an odd angle that caused a great deal of pressure against its base. Graham's attempt to curl his tail down was met with Em's firm chest, so he let it flag to the right over the colt's lean hip, which rocked once to further establish position behind the presented wolf.
Graham could see himself give in, shocked at how he held himself before Emmett. Hope was a fleeing chill, chased off by the contentment of submission and the heat therein, the flame further fueled by the insistent pressure of the young stallion's cockhead. The intimate touch of his stepson's flesh under his tail was a new sensation to the wolf. Regardless of his age, the wolf had never so much as blindly felt around undertail for certain biological situations. And now it was on full display in the mirror, the lewd connection his stepson now held with him. The alien sensation made the older lupine feel even more exposed and vulnerable to the young male mounting him.
Emmett's paw closed on the wolf's scruff and pushed the wolf's head into the pillows. Panicked that he couldn't move, the wolf watched in horror in the mirror, as if the situation suddenly became a whole lot more real, a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. The colt never seemed so large. Every muscle in the young horse flexed, extruding more masculinity in that moment than the wolf thought he ever could. Maybe it was the large cock that pressed under his tail.
The pressure under the wolf's tail increased. Graham had hoped that under moments of extreme duress, he'd be able to handle himself like a man. Once again the young male made him feel otherwise as he squeaked. The wolf knew the colt would penetrate, invade his body and know him in ways no stepson should ever know their father. Only...there was no way it would fit! The moment lasted for what felt like an eternity...and then continued.
"Damn!" Emmett gasped, then exhaled. His tense muscles relaxed, as did the pressure provided by his slick shaft, "You're one tight toy. I forgot a new toy needs to be broken in."
The bed rocked again and the wolf's world once again focused in on the mirror. The pressure under his tail and on his scruff was gone as the horse moved down the bed. Finally, the wolf could move, get up and lower his tail, maybe even leave. Only, he didn't. He never once tried to move, not even his tail.
Emmett knelt behind the wolf and stared at the wolf's upturned rump. Both paws spread the wolf's ass cheeks which made Graham squirm in place. The horse's tongue flicked along his lips before he leaned in and shocked the wolf. The touch of the colt's tongue to the lupine's asshole made the pressure of the horse's dick feel about as intimate as a hug. This was dirty, an act the wolf had never even thought about, much less practiced. He would never lick his wife like that, nor have her do it to him. Paws massaged his ass cheeks, keeping them spread for the repeated licks from the horse's blunt tongue.
Graham moaned deeply, muffled by the pillow he buried his muzzle in. The tongue was hot, like a silk wash cloth cleaning him in a steamy shower. It felt slimy as well, and left its coating on the lupine's ass. Not long after, the wolf found himself pushing back against the pressure. Regardless of how dirty the act was to the wolf, it was hard to deny that it felt good.
And when it stopped, the wolf gave a pleading whine, which he caught in his throat the moment it filled his ears. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the gaze of the colt's reflection. Emmett grinned as he lifted a paw from the wolf's ass and licked along his fingers, slowly sucking on two of them. They popped from his lips, slick, much like what the wolf's imagined his tailring looked like.
Both remained silent as the horse pressed a finger tot he wolf's ring, wiggling it. Graham clenched his jaws and made the first noise, another whine, as he was teased again. Once again, the lupine was introduced to a new sensation when that first digit wormed its way into him. Slowly, it sank to the first knuckle, penetrating the nearly 40 year old wolf for the first time.
Graham once again moaned into the pillow, his ass on fire. There was nothing pleasant what was happening to him. If it weren't the burn of the friction from the finger against his sensitive anus, it was the humiliation of being invaded in such a way.
Is this what a female feels like?
The wolf couldn't wonder for long as the finger began to push in further, easing in to the second knuckle. Uncontrollable spasms made his passage quiver around the intruder as it wiggled again. Graham went completely motionless as his body accomodated this new tenant. It was too much and wolf had to bite into the pillow.
"Mmmm," the horse nearly purred, giving his finger one more wiggle. "Feel that?"
Obviously, this wasn't the colt's first time with a male, as he expertly worked buttons the wolf didn't even know he had. Graham was quick to nod as the movement within him touched something. His cock flexed.
"And do you like it?" Emmett asked.
Graham had to nod again, a quick response considering how unsure he remained.
"Then say so!" Emmett's command was sharp, like the suddenly thrust to the last knuckle. Every inch felt like a mile.
Graham arched his back and barked out, louder than he wanted, "Yes!"
The finger pulled back, drawing out to the finger tip to a chorus of moans and whines from the wolf, only to stop them with a gasp when it pushed back in. Another thrust, and yet one more, had Graham rocking. He found himself watching the mirror again, and watched as the finger disappeared into him repeatedly.
Fuck...
It couldn't really be feeling good could it? The wolf was confused. This shouldn't feel good. Yet, his body wouldn't lie to him. By the signs of his throbbing shaft, he was enjoying it greatly. The underlying sensation of relief was strange as well, the excitement of having a large weight suddenly torn from his shoulders.
One problem solved, even if it was creating a much larger, more horrible one in its wake.
"There we go," the colt cooed. There was something soothing about how the young male spoke to him, as if guiding him now. "Just relax."
Graham relaxed, which must have been noticable to the colt as another finger soon joined the first. This made the wolf tense up again, but it was too little too late. The second finger was in to the first knuckle.
Graham was panting hard in an attempt to keep the pain under control. He looked away from the image of his body being spread open and stared at the pillow, focusing on his breathing as he was streatched to what he thought was the limit. As both fingers pushed in, his dick strained from his sheath and to his embarrassment, the sensation began to inflate his knot. There's no hiding an enflamed knot. The fingers inside him wiggled again, staying deep as they spread, like they were flashing a peace sign over and over again within him.
He relaxed again.
"Good boy!" The words sounded degrading coming from the colt, spoken as a means to praise the older male. It made him growl slightly, which was silenced with a thrust of the fingers within him. "Eh eh. None of that!"
The fingers were once again wiggling within him, flashing their signs again, working the wolf even loser. Another sound caught the wolf's attention, making him look back into the mirror to see its source. The colt's other paw was busy working his dick once again, spreading a slick fluid over its smooth surface. There was no way it could still be the wolf's own saliva, which would have dried up long ago. The wolf didn't want to think about what it was, but it was hard to deny, especially from the heavy scent that filled the air.
Both males were leaking it quite steadily, making a cocktail of thick masculin musk. It made a thought occur to the old lupine, a realization of sorts, about what all this will lead up to. Something much, much worse was coming.
"Good," the colt moaned, inhaling deeply. His dick flexed as he took in the wonderful scent, adding to the pre that coated the horse shaft.
The fingers wiggled one last time before they withdrew from the wolf's now willing rump. They slipped out and left the wolf feeling somehow empty, as if his body was missing something now, having accomodated the added digits to such a complete point they told his brain to whine for their loss.
His body wasn't wanting for long. Emmett slipped back onto the bed again, moving over the wolf once more as he had before. Graham's tail once again wedged itself against the colt's hip as the horse leaned over his back. He was being mounted once again.
When Emmett's dick pressed against his ass again, it wasn't tight so much as it was loose and slick. The horse rested a paw on either side of Graham's head, as if he were going to do a push up, and leaned in, panting into the lupine's ear. It was hot and moist. The wolf clawed at the bed harder as the pressure increased, only this time, his defenses weren't so strong.
Graham felt his eyes water when his step son's cock sliped into him, both males moaning together. Whatever roles they may have had before that specific moment were forever changed, as were any attempt at a normal relationship. A fatherly figure doesn't raise tail to their kid, or an adult to a kid for that matter.
"Fuck!" Emmett panted, then licked along the wolf's ear. He didn't say anything else as he tensed again.
The wolf went tense, unable to stay relaxed as what felt like baseball bat was being shoved into him. His step son was huge, more man than he ever thought. Graham never thought size was a big deal, but he'd never make that mistake again.
More of the colt's shaft slipped into him, a steady, relentless girth that spread him far further than any peace sign could. The wolf wished he hadn't, but his gaze found their way tot he mirror again, staring intently at it. His tail, flagged upwards, was on the other side of the horse, giving a full, distinct view of his stepson's maleness disappearing into him. His mind made the only comparison it could, that of a hard dick disappearing into a spread cunt, a male sinking into a female.
And more of it disappeared into the wolf, a shocking amount in fact. It made the wolf feel strange, especially when the burn of stretching skin gave way to a sensational fullness, one which easily fed that need left by the colt's absent fingers. Every time it felt like it couldn't fit anymore, more would slip in. Emmett was nearly hilted. There must have been about three inches of the horse's dick remaining in view. Graham felt a chill run through him at the sight and had to look away.
Emmett continued to push in until an inch remained, then the young bastard stopped. The wolf fought every urge to squirm under the colt, to show that sign of resignation. Pushing back against his stepson's body wasn't an option. His paws gripped at his bed as if it would hold him in place and wanted to whine, to plea with his stepson to complete his conquest, but held back. Regardless, the young stallion wouldn't move. When Graham risked a look in the mirror and found the horse grinning back at him.
"That's it," Emmett flexed within the lupine. "Watch us." The horse snorted, nostrills flaired. His reflection held the wolf's gaze, "Its ok to squirm, if you like. Push back. Watch yourself."
That was really all it took. The wolf watched himself in the mirror, maw agape, as he pushed back. A numb feeling overtook him as he gave in, just that inch, to the colt's dominance. Emmett had hilted, and now the wolf had every inch of his stepson's shaft inside of him.
Graham may have married the mare, but at that moment, he belonged to her son.
The weight of the boy's balls against the back of his own was another item to add to the long list of new sensations Graham was experiencing. They were large and full, easily dwarfing his own. Graham had always thought his would be considered good size, or at least big enough, but now he wasn't so sure. His doubt made his ears burn, yet another way the boy successfully emasculated him. And Graham thought it was bad Emmett had scene his sheath a couple nights ago.
The colt snorted again, still looking in the mirror at the wolf, "Oooh...look at that." Emmett's paw found the wolf's dick in time to gather the bulb of pre at the tip. With a slow stroke, he coated Graham's length in further shame and made the older male groan deeply. The colt followed suit when his stepfather's passage tensed around his dick. "It seems someone likes that. Do you like riding dick...dad?"
The word stung. Harder than anything. It was the last thing he expected to hear at that moment. Graham was reminded in that instant that he was supposed to be a father, a father to this colt. It brought tears to his eyes. The lupine felt he was failing on so many levels, as a husband, father and a male.
Fingers closed tightly around his forming knot, the pressure squeezing a moan from the wolf, as if he really were a squeak toy, "I asked you a question, but I guess I'll figure out the answer on my own."
Before Graham could answer, the colt pulled his hips back with surprising ease. There was no ceremony or teasing from the young stallion as he pulled an incredible amount of shaft from the wolf's body which made the lupine hiss as it popped free.
Emmett rolled to the side and rocked the bed as he lie on his back, length jutting up from his groin proudly. He put his paws behind his head and sprawled, as if it weren't strange to be on a bed next to his naked stepfather. He smirked.
Graham remained on all fours for a moment before he pushed himself back onto his knees. He felt...strange, different in so many ways. He looked over at his stepson, ears splayed timidly. Emmett's shafted flexed under the wolf's gaze, giving the impressive pole a hypnotic sway.
The lupine didn't get to admire the colt's virility for long. Emmett reached over and took a grip on his stepfather's scruff, squeezing it once, "Come here." He starts to draw the wolf closer.
Graham didn't resist, allowed the boy to guide him again, twisting his body. The wolf found himself moved over the relaxed colt, straddling the boy with his knees on either side of Emmett's narrow hips. The horse's free paw slid up the wolf's thigh, trailing up to the lupine's hip, now holding Graham with both paws.
Emmett's dick was once again under his tail, the pressure at his entrance intense and insistant. Both grips tighten and draw the wolf down, once again impaling the lupine on the boy's hard shaft. It was a slow process, but soon the colt was hilted. It was strange having his balls pressed against the underside of his tail, but it was the last sensation Graham could think about.
"Now," Emmett smirked, holding the wolf in a way that forced the older male to look down at him. "This should make it easy for you to ride me."
The term made Graham almost laugh. Something in his psyche found it funny that this was how he would ride a horse. Of course, he wished he were making the boy his steed in a far different manner.
No one moved. Heavy breathing from both males the only sound in the room. Neither could believe what they were doing, yet here they were, both slipping into their roles. Emmett, the man of the house, and Graham, the boy's toy.
"So," Emmett's paw came down and slapped the wolf's rump, the sound of which jolted Graham more than the pain. "Start riding!"
One firm thrust bounced the wolf in the horse's lap, getting the lupine to bark out as gravity did its job and brought him back down into the horses groin again. Another thrust bounced the wolf again, working that huge shaft within him. Neither new when it happened, but eventually, the wolf was moving on his own, up and down, working the colt's length without any urging from the yonge male horse.
Graham moaned. He didn't understand what he was doing, or why, but he did it anyway. Here he was, fucking himself upon his own stepson's shaft, obeying yet another order from the young brat. Regardless, the old wolf moved up and down, supported by the paws on his scruff and hip.
"Fuck yeah," the colt groaned and closed his eyes tightly, not moving a muscle.
It wasn't long, maybe three or four bounces later, before the lupine knew he loved it. He moaned, something deep inside throbbing as it was rubbed by the colt's cock. Graham felt it more when the boy was hilted, that throb becoming a steady burn of intense pleasure. He focused on it, luring him further into pacification as he allowed it to burn away any will of his own. The wolf felt helpless in his stepson's lap, but that was nothing new. His arms were limp at his sides, just as useless as the rest of him, except his rump. He remained hilted on the boy's dick, gyrating his hips in a slow circle.
"There you go," Emmett cooed when he noticed the wolf's actions, how he focused on that one angle. He knew Graham found his sweet spot. This wasn't the first time he's brooken in a new bitch. "That feels good doesn't it?"
"Yes," Graham hissed breathless. He had no control of his tongue anymore. The boy did. He had allowed the punk to get inside his head and now he was in him in more ways than that.
"Good," Emmet growled with a nod of his head. The praise sending a strange thrill through the dominated wolf. "Do you see how hard it makes you?"
This squeak toy was going to make him spray in no time. He gripped the wolf's scruff tighter and directed it downward until it was hard to ingore the engorged cock that rested against the Emmett's black furred stomach. It rubbed firmly against the colt's abs.
Graham whined, then nodded his head again, "I...I do."
The fucker was playing with him and the wolf knew it. He was being mocked; teased and bullied. The brat was emasculating him further and every fiber of the wolf knew it. And yet he allowed it to continue.
"You do...what?" Emmett continued, waiting for the proper response.
"I..." Graham felt his tongue suddenly swell, like an inflated balloon. He had to swallow the lump in his throat choking him. His voice was hoarse when he continued, "I see...how hard it makes me."
"Good!" Emmett moaned to the wolf.
This time, the praise actually made the wolf's tail wag. The length danced over Em's knees, giving away another of Graham's many secrets. As if it weren't big enough already, Emmett's grin spread wider.
Fuck, Graham cringed inwardly at that grin, expecting to be further teased.
"Continue watching," Em surprised the wolf, but kept his grip tight on the lupine's neck forcing him to continue staring at his erect cock.
Then it happened. Emmett wiggled under the wolf, moving his dick in counter to the way the lupine was moving. Graham had never felt anything like it in his nearly 40 years on the planet. It was...amazing.
The thrill of the movement got the wolf to finally tense, rocking harder against the colt. He needed more of this new drug and Emmett was freeing feeding it to him. His paws came to rest on the colt's chest, random spots to clutch as he continued to push down against the hard body under him. The base of his dick swelled under the wolf's steady gaze, his knot making itself known. The sight confused Graham.
My knot? That...means...?
This new rush coming over him was vaguly familiar as well, a twinge in the balls and tickle in the dick, but normally his paws was stroking furiously over it, or he was locked within some cunt. He was going to cum. It wasn't just that though. He wasn't just going to cum. He was going to cum like a female, being fucked by a real male.
The thought made him think of his wife, a thought that made him blush even harder, especially while he was staring at how his dick leaked into his stepson's belly fur.
Have I ever made my wife cum?
And yet another thought came to the wolf while he stared at how his dick throbbed and leaked. If his little squeak toy dick was leaking like that, then how much was his stepson leaking? It must be coating his insides. The thought made his dick go a little harder for some reason, the realization that this kid was leaving such a mark.
It really does make me less male than this boy.
With a shudder, Graham accepted that final fact, a final admission to his defeat and submission. The rush made him cry out as he rocked with his stepson's rotations. He went fully rigid, eyes lidding, as his dick surges.
"Ah...shit..." He whined, clutching at the horse, legs squeezing and releasing their hold on the colt's hips.
Thick ropes of Graham's pent up seed surged from his tapered dick. The horse continued to rock into his stepdad, forcing the older wolf to waste his seed. The wolf no longer rocked as he rode out his orgasm under his stepson's watchful gaze.
"Mmmm," Emmett moaned to the wolf, "That's it Graham. That feels good." The horse's paw released Graham's scruff to pet over his muzzle, like he was a good dog. "Doesn't it?"
Graham finally lifted his gaze form his sputtering dick, the remains of his seed dribbling from the spent tip, to look up at the horse. He was panting hard, relieved of his frustration with his drained balls. The shroud of lust was like the dribbling of his cum from his spent dick, frightened by the clarity of the situation.
He had just fucked himself upon his stepson's dick until he came. Did this make him the boy's female? Graham glanced over into the mirror, shocked at what he saw. He didn't look different...but he was. He knew he just took a step passed a major point of no return. He watched himself nod, this new wolf speaking softly, "Y...yes...It does."
The wolf realized he needed to get out of there. He definitely couldn't allow this to continue. He may not be the boy's female. The colt hadn't cum...or at least the wolf didn't think so.
Maybe he isn't such a stud after all.
The thought made the wolf feel strangly better. Graham could see how much cum he shot as the colt's chest was a mess of the stuff. Thinking of his climax made the wolf remember the sink.
Oh...fuck...
The sink! It had been a mess and stank of the colt. It burned the wolf's nostrils just thinking about it. He felt his insides quiver as he realized just how big a load the boy was capable of. The definitely meant the boy hadn't cum.
Emmett stirred after a moment of letting the wolf stare into the mirror. The movement made Graham tense and moan again, then bark out as the colt's hips rolled. The wolf landed firmly on the bed as the horse easily rolled to his side, then over the now prone wolf. This new position flat out embarrassed the wolf. He was on his back, belly up to the young horse, with Emmett's thick shaft hilted in him.
It was a very weak and feminine position to be in.
The wolf's knees unhinged, feet resting on either side of the horse's legs. The boy didn't waste any time starting to thrust, rocking the lupine on the bed under him. Graham's paws fell from the colt's shoulders, once again useless. The wolf's head rolled to the side as the rocking continued, once again looking at himself in the mirror.
The horse looked focused over him, eyes closed and jaws clenched. He wasn't saying anything else to the wolf, not teasing him in anyway as he took Graham through the final steps. It was hard to avoid the sight, the angle perfect to see the boy's dick disappearing into him over and over again. He wondered if Allisandra ever did this while he fucked her...because he did fuck her like this.
The wolf couldn't help it and moaned again, rocking with each assault from the colt's hips. More and more of Em's dick appeared and disappeared into the wolf until he was taking the entire length with each thrust. The erratic movements told the lupine what was about to happen.
Emmett was going to cum.
As if to tell the wolf he was right, the horse arched his back and whinnied his pleasure, slamming every inch of his shaft into the defeated wolf. Graham cried out with the horse, an affirmation of the stallion's call of conquest, never taking his gaze off their union in the mirror. Emmett's shaft flared within the wolf, the base still visible in the mirror. The wolf could see it throb as much as feel it.
Graham never expected the surge of the boy's seed. It was like a firehose. There was nothing else he could compare it to. Every inch of the colt's shaft twitched inside the quivering wolf, the flow of semen a molten boil. There was so much that the lupine expected to see his stomach bulge a little.
Emmett rocked and ground his hips against the wolf's ass, balls quivering against the base of his tail, as he claimed his stepfather. With a shuddering gasp, the moment passed and his climax subsided.
Graham couldn't take his eyes off the mirror. He expected the boy to say something, belittle him further for what had just happened, but he didn't. After what seemed like eons, the colt started to withdraw. The wolf watched as his step son slowly withdrew his dick from his bowels. He moaned as the bulbous flare draged along his prostate once more before the entire shaft slipped free. The sight made the wolf's ears glow again.
Emmett's shaft was a mess, coated in his thick seed. The apple like tip still oozed the fluid. It disgusted the wolf to think that it had just depostied that within him. There was no doubt about it. He was the boy's female. A stream of Emmett's seed followed the boy's cock from his rump, coating the base of the Graham's tail to further remind him of what was inside him. The wolf tensed in an attempt to keep it all within him.
Graham watched himself in the mirror. Now, he really did look different. He looked so...wimpy. His dick rested from his sheath still, limp but hard as his knot withdrew into his sheath. His stomach was wet with precum, the thrill of sex still heavy on the wolf's fur.
Emmett rolled off him and landed on his back next to the wolf. He panted heavily, like a stallion fresh off the stud. His dick was far less limp, standing up like the pillar the wolf remembered straddling...and riding. It had made the wolf cum.
Graham felt like something should be said. He should say something...but the words wouldn't come. What do you say to your stepson shortly after he emptied his balls inside you? The wolf didn't think those words existed. Should he threaten the boy? Tell him he had better not tell anyone or else?
It was obvious to the wolf that there was nothing he could say. Emmett had all the power in this situation. The wolf waited for the colt to say something.
And he waited.
Emmett seemed just as lost as Graham did. It must have been just as hard to come up with the words. Graham wondered what he would have said to his father in the same situation.
Both males lie naked, next to each other, for a while longer. Graham couldn't look at himself in the mirror anymore. He joined the horse in staring at the ceiling. Thoughts kept going through his head in a schizophrentic parade of questions. What does this all mean? Am I gay? Am I going to go to jail?
The burn of climax long gone, along with the haze of alcohol, these questions got more and more serious. The wolf felt he was in big trouble here. What had he done? He's ruined a perfectly great marriage because he let his stepson fuck him.
The questions continued, along with the various scenarios this could lead to. The thought of prison scared him. Visions of the news, announcing to the world that he was a pervert, that he had anal intercourse with his sixteen year old step son. His family. His friends. Everyone would have an opinion about what he did...and none of them would be anywhere near good.
He was the stuff major Psycological papers on deviant behavior were written on.
"Graham?"
The wolf's name brought him out of his thoughts. It was quiet, unsure. Graham looked over at Emmett. Meeting the horses gaze made the lupine's ears splay wide. Even unsure, his eyes were strong.
"I'm sorry," Emmett's apology sounded sincere.
It surprised Graham, "W..what?"
"I'm sorry," Emmett replied. He sounded worried, "I...I'm not sure what came over me. I mean...I caught you on the couch, and...I was a bit drunk...and I don't know why I did that." He shook his head quickly, "Please...don't tell anyone."
Just like that, Emmett was a kid again. He wasn't confident or brazen. He had a strange respect in his eyes. He was scared of getting in trouble for the nasty thing he just did. A slight relief came over the wolf when he heard this.
"N..No," Graham shook his head too, "I'm sorry, Em. I never should have let this get this far."
"You...won't tell then?" Em looked relieved. He thought his stepfather would be quick to bust him after this.
"Of course not!" Graham looked hopeful, "This is our little secret."
Graham felt even more perverted now. He sounded like a child molester. Our little secret? That's like their catch phrase. Of course, by this point, the horse was nodding.
"Good boy," the grin caught the wolf off guard, confusing him more as the words came from the horse's mouth. Regardless, the wolf still felt his tail twitch under him at the strange praise. What has this boy done to him? He wasn't so apologetic anymore, "What they don't know won't hurt them." The colt leaned onto an elbow and winked at the older male, "Or you."
"Uh...yeah," Graham replied, looking back up at the ceiling, "What they don't know won't hurt them."
He let the words hang, leaving the room in silent except for both males breathing heavily. Graham glanced at the mirror again, but couldn't maintain for long. He was ashamed and his image made it worse. He felt fucked, used, and tired. He could hardly move after too much longer, his muscles going from tense, to sore and weak.
Graham didn't know how to go about this know, completely lost as to what to do. The boy had all the power now, everything. Unless....
Was Emmett really sorry? Was the colt serious about not telling anyone? Graham imagined most teens would be ashamed of what Emmett had just done to him. If not for the stigma of gay sex, there was also the fact that they were legally family.
"Emmett?" Graham asked softly, looking over at the colt.
Emmett's eyes were closed, breathing soundly, deep in slumber. Graham smirked as he looked over his stepson, lying naked in his bed. The wolf turned his attention away from him and used the remaining bit of strength to turn off the table light.
He lie there in the dark, eyelids growing heavy, while he continued to contemplate the events. He still couldn't get over one. What have I done?
Fuck...
Graham was sore when he woke up the next morning. He was groggy, the easy tickle of a hang over teasing his head. For a moment, the wolf felt a small thrill, a slight hope that the previous evening had been a dream. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. He felt the strange pressure of an arm over him.
Glancing to his side, the wolf found Emmett still fast asleep, the naked stallion having turned onto his side and placed a paw over the lupine in his slumber. The first thing the wolf did was blush, hard. Everything came back to him in an instant, the reason why his muscles were sore, why his tail was sticky, and why his rump hurt.
Before Graham could dwell too much on the situation, he eased the boy's arm off him and slipped out of bed. He needed a shower. His back and knees cracked as he stood up, his stomach sloshing with its contents. There couldn't have been that much cum, could there? Thoughts of the sink made the wolf blush again.
There could.
Graham instinctively grabbed for his robe as he headed for the door. The bathroom was down the hall. The wolf looked at the robe. Normally an article of clothing he's put on to keep his modesty since he has a stepson and all. He felt it would be a waste of time now, considering the circumstances.
The lupine walked nude to the bathroom and set the rob on the sink. The mirror in there reflected a similar wolf to that in the bedroom. He couldn't meet his own gaze. Graham's bladder told him there wasn't time to stare anyway. He danced to the toilet and quickly sat down.
His bladder wasn't the only thing that needed relief.
By the time Graham finally got into the shower, he wasn't so impressed with the amount the boy had left in the sink anymore, although he was kind of impressed by how much the stallion had left in him. Impressed, but disgusted too. The wolf had even more doubts about himself and his masculinity.
The hot water quickly got his mind off such disturbing facts as the results of last night. Graham couldn't remember the last time he had such a nice shower. It felt as if he hadn't washed in a week. Sore muscles loved the gentle vibration of the flow as it coated them with their heat. He tucked his head under the water, letting it run down his back.
It was only Saturday morning. Allisandra wasn't coming home until Sunday. The wolf had no idea how he was going to deal with this. Was Emmett going to walk all over him? Had he lost all control of the boy? Maybe Emmett really was sorry about what happened.
Graham washed over his belly and sheath. Everything smelt like horse to him now, like Emmett. Turning away from the flow, the wolf cringed a bit as he lifted his tail. The steady stream of water stung when it hit his tailring, the lupine clenching his jaws as he spread his asscheeks for the flow. He gently touched the area with his fingers, something he never really did before. The flesh felt inflamed, but nothing worse than that. Graham had almost expected blood and something new to worry about.
"That's a good look for you, Graham," Emmett's voice got a jump out of the wolf, much to the colt's enjoyment.
The wolf's ears perked and he quickly looked out of the glass walls of the shower. He stood up, embarrassed at being caught like that. Emmett was completely nude still, watching the wolf.
Graham stared and watched the colt move, from the bounce of his sheath to the sway of his tail. The wolf could feel the horse's gaze on him, knew the boy was watching him stare. He moved asied for the stallion as Emmett moved into the shower with him and blocked the hot flow of water.
The stallion ignored the wolf while he washed, getting his green mane soaked and rubbing his paws over his face. Graham didn't notice any of this though, ogling the horse's rump and swaying tail. The wolf felt that stirring again, in his loins, that same hunger. It didn't take long for the wolf's paws to find the horse's ass.
The stallion perked his ears and looked over his shoulder at Graham, "You like that, squeaker?"
Graham bite his lower lip to surpress a growl rising in his throat. He didn't understand why either. He should have growled and put the horse in his place, but he didn't. He ust nodded his head while moving his paws over the firm ass before him. The wolf shuddered as he watched the thick green tail lift upwards to reveal the colt's tight anal star. He found this eye to be as mesmerizing as Emmett's gaze. He couldn't look away.
"Good boy," Emmett smirked, this time getting a good view of the wolf's tail wagging at the praise. The horse liked that. It excited him. It made him wonder just how far he could take this. "Would you like to touch it?"
Graham nodded his head slowly again, "Yes." He hated how soothing and reassuring the horse's voice was. Everything seemed so...premediated.
"Go for it, toy," Emmett arches his rump, presenting that gift to the wolf fully.
Graham wasn't ashamed anymore, at least not at the moment. His paws quickly went to Em's offered ass, gripping the cheeks firmly. The horse watched as the wolf eagerly spread them wide, exposing everything to his stepfather for the very first time.
It was only fair after all. The old wolf had offered him everything last night. Emmett gasped when Graham's fingers traced along his ass crack before they found their target, teasing directly at the teenager's hole. It looked perfect, puckered and strong, normal for a healthy male. The wolf wondered if his will ever look like that again.
"Good boy," Emmett praised. Graham openly wagged now, his tail had a mind of its own. "Would you like to lick it?"
It wasn't the question that caught the wolf off guard, but how quickly he came to the conclusion that he did. He didn't even have to think about it. Just like the boy's dick, he wanted to lick this too. He nodded his head again, quickly, some would say even enthusiastically. He started to bend forward, his nose going straight for that target.
"No!" Em snapped sternly, a master scolding a bad dog. Graham stopped in his tracks, confusedaid with a smirk, twisting to the side, "Rewards are for good dogs."
Graham looked up at the horse, his ears splaying a bit. He doesn't move though, "What do you mean?"
Emmett flicked his tail, hitting the wolf's muzzle with its musky wet length, "It appears we need to set a few ground rules here, squeaker."
The wolf tilted his head, curiously, "Y...you mean about...this..." He signaled at the horse's ass with a nod of his head, as if that were the meaning of the entire illicit affair.
Em nodded, continuing to hold his tail flagged for the wolf, "I'm not sure what happened...but I liked it." His voice lowered, a growl, "I want it again. Do you want it again?"
Graham's head nodded, eager once again. It was moe than a want at that point. He needed it.
"Good boy," the boy's praise once again got the old man's tail wagging. "Then we have to make sure we don't get caught. Don't you agree?" Then the boy grinned again, a predatory thing with blunt teeth, "If you agree then I'll let you lick me."
Graham thought that over. It made sense, regardless of what the reward was. He quickly nodded, "I agree. We can't let anyone know."
"Very good," Em said, pressing his rump out.
The lupine never thought he'd be wagging his tail the first time he licked over another man's ass, but he was. It excited him. He spread the stallion's firm cheeks and leaned in. Nudging his tail base once, Graham sniffed at Emmett's entrance, the scent intensified by the building steam. It sent the wolf's head spinning. Three or four licks went by before Graham realized he was lapping at the colt's tailhole.
"Fuck," Emmett tensed more with each lick, arching his back and taking his eyes off the wolf for a moment. He used the wall for support and leaned forward to give the wolf more access, "For a stright, middle aged, psychologist, you really know how to eat an asshole."
Graham felt a bit of pride at the strange praise. He was getting the boy to moan, and he liked that. The salty taste of the stallion's ass kept the wolf licking as Emmett caught his breath. He finally pulled away with much effort, smirking as the wolf licked the air a couple times before opening his eyes to regard the grinning colt. The lupine was on his knees before the horse, muzzle level with the six or so inches of cock his stepson now had on display.
He was becoming quite familiar with the boy's dick it seemed. It wasn't such a shocking a sight this time. Graham wasn't surprised to find his own shaft was out again. He ignored it. A paw landed on Graham's head and pet slowly over it, right between his ears and took the wolf's attention away from the stud's length.
"Now," Em spoke in that same deep voice, "I'll stay quiet as well, but things are going to change around here."
The old wolf started to pant, inches from the boy's heavy musky rod. It still smelt of sex. He remembered what it had done to him, how it reduced him to this. He perked his ears, "How so?"
"I'm glad you asked!" Emmett smirked, giving his hips a quick flex to grind his shaft quickly through the fur of the wolf's cheek before he pulled back. Graham just continued to embarrass himself and tried to lick it while it was in reach. He failed, but the horse too notice, "For one, this is my house. And when under its roof, you'll obey me." He pet the wolf again, "Do you agree?"
Graham rumbled softly, trying to match the vibrations he could feel from the horse, even from here. He was numb, burning again with lust. This boy was playing him like a video game and he knew all the cheat codes. He nodded again.
"Then say it," the colt demanded.
"I agree," Graham said, voice quivering.
"No," Em pet again, pressing the wolf's ears to his head, "Say it."
Graham frowned, realizing just what he was giving in to here, what he was relenting to the boy, "I...Its your house."
"Aaaaannnnnd?"
Graham sighed, hot breath blowing over the boy's member, "And I'll obey you when under your roof."
"Very good!" Em praised the wolf and drew the older male's muzzle into his crotch.
Graham nuzzled the length once, then slowly licked over it. It was saltier than he remembered, maybe remnants of their tryst from the previous evening. It didn't matter to the wolf though and he went back for another lick. When Emmett began speaking again, Graham was easing his shaft into his muzzle, taking it to the roots.
"Now...don't worry. I'm into this as you are, squeaker," the young colt spoke, still petting the wolf. "I'm not going to make things awkward. I won't take advantage of this. We'll behave when my mom is around. I won't expect you to let me get away with murder, so she doesn't suspect anything. That is, if she is around. But you will allow me my space." He pet the wolf again before he pulled his dick free, keeping it about a cenimeter from the wolf's muzzle, "Do you agree?"
Graham nodded again, "I agree." He panted heavily, wanting at that shaft again, its flavor the only thing in his muzzle now. A moment later, he got his reward, the horse feeding the wonderful length to him again.
"Good boy," the younger male once again praised the older, now giving him a full blow job.
After another minute of this, and the wolf could feel the horse beginning to leak his pre, coating his tongue and adding to the mixture of flavors in his mouth. Just as it was getting good, the horse pulled back, removing his length just in time to spurt some of his musky fluid onto the wolf's nose.
Emmett reached down and hooked his paws under the wolf's arms, lifting him up. He smirked once, giving the wolf an almost affectionate nuzzle. That definitely took the wolf off guard. It left him unprepared when the horse turned him around and pressed him against the wall. Hot breath panted into his ear as Em's chest held the wolf agains the wall. Graham pressed his paws firmly against it.
"But when we're alone," Em's deep voice came in a lusty whisper, mixed with the hot breath into his ear. "You're mine. You're my toy, my slave...my steed."
Graham was shocked. He couldn't allow that, could he? That was...dangerous. His mind started to scream at him, tell him to just stop it! Fuck the consequences. Call the kid's bluff and tell him to fuck off. This had to stop. And the wolf was sure the horse wouldn't tell. What teen would want to let a secret out like that? Right?
He caught some movement from the corner of his eye. The colt had a bottle of something in his paw, but he couldn't tell what it was. He closed his eyes and moaned when he felt fingers rubbing something slick over his sore tailring, soothing the burn with its viscous chill. It made the wolf squirm a bit. After a moment, the wolf once again felt the very aroused stallion pressed against his slick ring.
"If you don't agree, then I can make things very hard on you," the colt groaned and licked into the wolf's large ear, "If you agree..." He presses more firmly at the wolf's entrance and caused the lupine to gasp. He shivered in the horses grip, "..then I'm going to fuck you." Emmett panted to the wolf, "Do you agree, Graham?"
The wolf had reached an impass. What did he mean by hard? Graham pondered the offer, panting sharply as he once again felt the pressure at his enrtance, the boy threatening to penetrate. With a whimper, the wolf's head bowed, a shudder running through him.
"I agree..."
With a burning thrust, Emmett sealed the deal, penetrating the wolf with one smooth buck of his hips. Graham barked out in shock when Em shoved forward, the teen's dick slipping easily into the wolf's now streatched passage. Graham almost thanked the boy for applying lube to his ass, as well as that large cock.
Emmett shoved forward while he pulled the wolf back, slipping in easily to the hilt. He grunted directly into the wolf's ear, "Say it boy." He bucked his hips again, the sharp movement jolting the lupine's prostate. "What are you when my mom is gone?"
Graham pushed against the wall, back against the colt, and moaned to him. He had trouble speaking, throat tight as the boy expected him to say that. He blushed hard, but found the words, "I'm...your slave, toy and....steed."
Emmett thrust and pressed the wolf to the wall again, only to pull back and have the wolf push back against him. He repeated the process, nipping the lupine's ears a couple times before he growled with a snicker, "And what are you now, Graham?"
The stallion flexed his dick and made the wolf moan his words, "I'm your steed."
It was good enough for Emmett, lost to the feral lusts of dominance. He closed his jaws on the wolf's scruff, a possessive bite to any male, and slammed his hips home. The bite made the wolf whimper, feeling completely possessed by the boy now. The wolf was ridden hard, clutching at the wall as he served as the colt's steed. The words rang true. He was the boy's steed. He closed his eyes tightly and cried out with each thrust from the horse.
Emmett began to pant, his hips getting more erratic as he clutched his property to him. He wasn't gentle in any way, focused on nothing more than his pleasure. He twisted the wolf's scruff with a twist of his head, drawing the wolf back form the wall. The stallion wasted no time this morning. This wasn't for the wolf's pleasure, or his own. It was to make a point and he made it repeatedly.
The colt tensed up suddenly and grunted around his hold on the wolf's neck. The lupine felt the lodged dick throb once, hard, before that heat returned, once again spraying a thick shot of cum into the older male. For the second time, the wolf was marked in such a primal way.
Graham knew he was owned.
Emmett released the wolf's scruff and grinned, then leaned in and licked slowly along the wolf's muzzle before he left the confused wolf with a soft kiss, "I'm glad we could come to an understanding, steed."
The colt held himself there for another minute before he pulled back, his dick slipping free with a wet slurp from the wolf's rump, followed by the stallion's slimy spunk. It coated his inner thighs before he could prevent it. Once again, he worked to keep it in.
He remained against the wall, panting hard, as the horse moved into the stream of water again, focusing it on his shrinking shaft. The wolf looked over at the stallion and felt a strange feeling for the younger male, a new respect for the boy.
Graham waited his turn while the horse wash himself. He snuck a couple glances at the horse, but never met the boy's gaze. That didn't mean Emmett didn't look at him. He could feel the colt's gaze on him, looking him over. The wolf didn't try to hide anything from him either. Finally, the horse stepped out of the shower, looking back at the older male.
"Get cleaned up and meet me downstairs," Emmett grinned, "I'm hungry." He grabbed the wolf's rope and slipped it onto himself, soaking it quickly with his soaked fur, "You won't be needing this. In fact, you don't need to be dressed at all."
Graham nodded his head without looking at the horse. Graham slipped back under the water when he heard the colt head out of the bathroom. The water was cold. Emmett had used all the hot water.
The colt stopped before he left the bathroom and looked back at the shower, "And Graham?" Graham looked, "You're a good boy."
Graham's tail wagged, regardless of the chill from the water.
Emmett sat in the kitchen and listened to the water running upstairs. He couldn't help but smirk. He put that bastard wolf in his place. Even fucked the old man on his own bed. The thought alone, thinking about the previous night caused his recently spent sheath to stir. That, mixed with his recent encounter in the shower, was already getting the boy hard. His dick was still wet from the shower. The stallion grinned. It was great being sixteen.
He still couldn't believe it! His own stepfather had given in. He owned that wolf now. Hell, he's already fucked the bitch twice. He smirked, smug and confident. Even had the old man admit he was his steed. His steed!
Shit was about to get real interesting.
The phone rang and made the colt jump in his seat. He caught it on its third ring and pressed the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Hey buddy!"
Emmett's face lit up, "Dad!" He couldn't help it, his tail swayed behidn him. It was an unexplainable sensation his dad always gave him. "How are you?"
"I'm doing good," Alexander replied in his deep baritone voice. "How're you?"
Emmett smirked. A devilish part of him wanted to tell his dad everything that had happened with Graham. He knew how much his dad hated the wolf, how he held the wolf responsible for his failed marriage to Allisandra. Graham was their marriage counselor after all. The fact his parents weren't together meant that Graham had failed. The wolf was doing a lot of that.
He bit his tongue though. That would be asking for trouble, "I'm doing good dad! Looking forward to seeing you next week."
Alexander was quiet for a moment. Em's tail dropped. It was bad when his dad was quiet like that. He didn't like where this was going.
"About that," Alex began. "I'm not sure if I can come get you."
"Uh...huh?" Emmett forced, frowning a little. He felt the shake in his throat, like he was going to cry. He wasn't about ot cry in front of his father. That would make the man think he was a pussy. He couldn't disappoint his father, regardless of how much he disappoints back. "W..." He cleared his throat, "Why?"
"I'm just not going to be able to make it out there son. I'm sorry," Alexander didn't sound very sorry.
"What if I find a way there?" Em tried.
"But you have no way," Alex continued, "Your mom is out of town all week."
Emmett thought of Graham, thinking it over for a moment. His father hated the wolf, but after recent events, it may not matter. "What if Graham brought me?"
_This could be really interesting. _
His father was quiet for a moment, then "Graham?"
"Yeah!" Em tried to control the excitement, planning a way to still see his father.
"You think that asshole would do that?" Alexander replied, unable to hide his disbelief.
Em nodded, to the benefit of no one, "Yeah. I know he will."
His father laughed, "Ok then. Talk that ass into bringing you here, I'll be able to take you home."
Graham walked into the kitchen a moment later, completely nude. He looked bashful again as the horse held the phone to his ear. Em nodded to him once.
"Then I guess I'll still see you next week then," Em finally said, a grin on his muzzle.
"Sounds like it buddy," the older stallion replied. "I gotta run for now. Give me a call if Graham pusses out and doesn't want to bring you. We'll make new plans. Talk to you soon"
"Ok dad! Love ya!"
Em smirked as he saw Graham's ears splay. He was sure his dad's feelings towards the wolf was mutual. The wolf didn't like Alexander.
The old horse hung up the phone without replying, leaving the colt to feel silly for having said anything. He set down the phone.
"Your dad?" Graham's question was stupid on so many levels.
"No," Em smirked, "It was a wrong number."
Graham smirked that time, then took a seat, completely nude. Em walked to the table and watched the wolf for a moment, then grinned, "You're taking me to my dad's next weekend."
The wolf's ears perked. He was about to say something, but stayed quiet. The colt knew he was thinking of the 8 hour drive, or his hatered for the stallion. Whatever it was, the wolf took his time before he slowly nodded.
"Good boy," the colt teased, watching Graham's tail wag.
Emmett pulled his robe apart, revealing his hard dick again, "But for now, we've got a lot of work ahead of us." He watched the older male crumble at the sight, "By Sundy night, I'm going to fuck you in every room of this house."
"Are you serious?" Allisandra groaned around another bite of salad. "He really can't come and pick you up? What was his excuse this time?"
Emmett shrugged and finished chewing before he continued, "He said he just couldn't make it out."
Graham studied his steak while the two talked about Em's cancelled visit to see his dad. The bastard had called earlier that day and told the boy that he couldn't pick him up. Regardless of his own past history with Em's dad, this was just a new low. A father shouldn't act like that.
And how should a father act, Graham?
The wolf ignored his own question as he cut small bites. He took his time eating. There were more important things to think about than that asshole Alexander. Sunday night didn't come quickly, but it eventually did and Allisandra returned home. Both him and Em acted as if nothing were off, as if they hadn't spent the last two days fucking.
Emmett was true to his word and Graham got fucked in every room of the house. After the fateful shower where Graham sold his soul to the devil, Em bent him over the very table they ate at. Later, the colt screwed him in the living room. Graham woke up Sunday morning in Em's bed. Now, regardless of what room they were in, the wolf would know that the boy had fucked him. There would be some reminder. Even his own bed wasn't safe from the reminders. Work was going to be tough. Graham wasn't sure he could ever look at his desk the same way again.
"That asshole," Allisandra spat before taking another bite, muffling her words, "Your dad doesn't deserve a week with you."
Em shrugged and smirked again, "Well...he said I could make it if I could find a way out there."
The mare frowned a bit, "I'm sorry Em, but you know I'm going out of town that week. You know I can't take you up there."
The colt smiled and shook his head, "Its ok! Graham said he'd take me."
Graham looked up from his plate at mention of his name. Allisandra stopped chewing, an astonished look on her face. For a chilling moment, Graham thought their act was up, that she had somehow seen through their little ploy.
Finally, she smirked, "Graham?" She looked between her husband and her son, then shook her head again.
Graham quickly got involved, as if he needed to cover his tracks, "Yeah. I have some free time at the beginning of the week and Alex said he could still bring the brat home. What could it hurt?" The wolf smiled at Em, who winked in response. It made the wolf burn a bit before he glanced away.
Allisandra chuckled around another bite of her salad, "I really like this new change in you two."
Emmett and Graham perked their ears, looking at the mare across the table.
She continued, "I left this last weekend and it was like the two of you were at each other's throats, but now....I don't know. I'm just glad the two of you have come to whatever understanding you have. I have to admit, the way you two fought was getting a little old."
Emmett smirked at the wolf, "Yeah. Sorry about that. Graham really can be a bitch sometime."
Allisandra nearly choked on her food, "Emmett!"
"What!?" Emmett smirked, then Graham did as well.
"Yeah hon," the old wolf winked, "I can be quite a bitch sometime."
The mare nodded, then laughed, "Whatever you two. I'm just happy to see this." Allisandra wiped her muzzle and looked at Emmett, setting her napkin aside, "Be sure to clean up the dishes when Graham is done, Em." She glanced away, getting out of her chair, the order expected to be obeyed without question.
Emmett looked at the wolf, who focused on his plate and cleared his throat with a quiet _ahem. _
Graham's ears perked after a moment, catching his wife, "Uh...I'll take care of it hon. It's uh..." He bit his lower lip for a moment, "...my turn."
Allisandra looked at him and smirked, "Your turn huh?" She shrugged, "Well...its not my turn. As long as its done."
Graham could see Em nodding his head. Behind him, the old wolf's tail wagged. The wolf couldn't help himself.
He did good.
The End