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Margon: The Photo Shoot

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By Wulfgar Marrock (aka RGFuzzwolf)

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"Is this the photographer that was supposed to be here this afternoon," said a grumpy canine growl.

Dave Growlson was having a nice drive up to the estate, but unfortunately the many realities of life caused delays and he was not able to get there at the scheduled time. There was maybe an hour more of driving before his GPS expected him to arrive when the phone rang.

"I'm really sorry Sir," Dave apologized, "Fucking traffic from the Bay Area is a nightmare! It's like people don't care about safe driving anymore! Worse, a stupid Karen blocked me from getting out of a drive-thu for an hour because she was screaming about getting bacon on her bacon cheeseburger... yes that's right, she ordered a BACON CHEESEBURGER and has the gall to complain that it has bacon on it."

"Sorry that it was hell for you," apologized the wolf, " If you wish to cancel the appointment I can understand. We didn't want to inconvenience you for what would have been for my pleasure... oh.. I mean the photo shoot. We can compensate for your trouble and you don't have to come all the way up here."

At this stage in life, David was trying to make a living off of art, online auctions, and photography. A couple weeks ago, he scored big when some wealthy old wolf found his website and was hired to come take photos of his husband. Even more impressive was that this old wolf, Baku, (Was that his name?), offered Dave a boatload extra cash to take some, well..., nude shots of his husband. Though the thought of taking photos of some random old guy's husband wasn't his cup of tea, Dave needed the money and the fact that this old guy was willing to pay big bucks for this only made him more desperate.

"Don't worry about it Sir," Dave replied promptly, "I'm almost there and I don't mind working late too. Tell him to get ready as I'll be there within an hour."

"Thank you very much for not canceling on us," sighed the wolf, "The last couple photographers I hired either didn't come or were total assholes when they found out we are gay."

Dave assured him that there wouldn't be any issues with them. He himself was gay, so working with an older gay couple should be easy. Satisfied that he would be able to conduct the photo shoot, Dave continued on his way to the estate.

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The Hidden Estate:

The Estate was hidden away among clusters of coastal pines and redwoods. It was sort of difficult to find at first. Stupid cell networks don't have great coverage in these parts and the curves and trees made it very difficult to find the entrance to the driveway. In fact, Dave actually missed the driveway, twice, because it was conveniently hidden behind a small grove of young redwood trees, just around a bend in the road.

Pretty place this is, Dave thought as he made his way up the driveway until he reached a large fanciful metal gate. On the gate he saw engravings with the surnames, Marrock & Spencer ( Marrock & Spencer ), in a large gothic font. Normally Dave might have thought it a little creepy.

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You are literally visiting a hidden estate in the middle of nowhere with a creepy-ass gate while it is starting to get dark.

However, Dave was rather excited and looking forward to making some good money on this job.

Waiting for some time at the gate, nothing happened. Dave looked around for some doorbell or intercom to see if he could contact someone to open the gate. Suddenly he heard a mechanical whizzing and whirring. He turned to see a small camera mounted just above the left side of the gate and below it: the intercom.

Before Dave was able to say anything, a voice replied, "Sorry for not getting it open for you sooner. My husband is getting a little nervous about the photo shoot himself. I hope you don't mind that. He's a good guy, but he does have his demons, like we all have."

Dave assured the wolf, who he thought was Baku?, that it was ok and he was ready. No sooner than that happened, the gate opened and he drove up the driveway to the mansion.

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The Greeting and the Unexpected Discovery:

"Good evening," greeted a coarse gruff voice, "As you recall from our phone calls, my name is Baku Marrock. I would like to welcome you to our humble home."

The mansion is very spacious and highly decorated. Dave felt that it could almost seem that one was standing in some British or European estate dating back a century or more. A variety of Victorian artifacts and curiosities dotted glass cabinets as well as collections of fine china.

"It's mostly Margon's fancy. He's really into the whole aristocracy thing. He... Oh.. I mean his ancestors were quite wealthy centuries ago and over the years all of these things have passed to the present day," described Baku, "I personally am more into ancient and prehistoric archeology. In fact, I have authored several books on the matter over the years."

It wasn't long before Dave and Baku walked into the living quarters of the mansion where Margon Spencer was waiting.

It had been getting dark and the lighting in the mansion didn't really help with that, but in this room the lighting was much better. It almost caught Dave by surprise to see that both Baku and Margon didn't look very old. In fact, they looked quite middle aged as if they were in their mid-30's or early 40's. That didn't seem to match the documentation that was given to him for this job, but that wasn't his problem. Dave was here to photograph, not to judge people's ages. Incredibly enough, the two looked quite handsome. Baku was a white and gray wolf with some darker fur on his chubby belly while Margon was a wolf with fur that was a wonderful flavorful variety of different chocolate browns on a thin and fit body. Both seemed to have been wearing nice suits, with Margon having been wearing a luxurious blue suit that contrasted perfectly with his savory fur before starting to remove it for the shoot. Baku on the other hand was still finely dressed in a leather brown colored suit that he unbuttoned to give his belly some breathing room.

"Where do you want me to shoot?" Dave asked inquisitively.

"Oh the gallery shall be the perfect place. It has great lighting and a nice lounge for me to pose on," suggested Margon.

Margon's voice was a deep, mellow, sweet sounding voice in contrast to the somewhat coarse gruffy voice of Baku. His voice is very soothing as you prep the area. Dave found that he didn't need to set up any special lighting as the room was designed to showcase fine pieces of art. He found the room exactly what he was looking for. The walls were covered in antique floral wallpaper and the lounge was a verdant emerald green. He found this made Margon look perfect. The contrast between his fur colors and the contours of his body almost made Dave forget he was nude.

Oh. He's naked. Oh damn. Oh no! He's hot!

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The "Photo Shoot":

Soon enough Old Margon's posing for the camera, showing off all of his fabulous and luscious red chocolate chest fur. Dave can't help but admire his gorgeous body. His fur was composed of several shades of brown, ranging from a delicious red chocolate to a dark brown umber. However, his chest was a cool cream which made his manly tufts of chest fur stand out.

Damn he is one sexy wolf, Dave thought to himself while finishing the photo shoot.

Unbeknownst to Dave, the handsome chocolate wolf has noticed the attention he was giving him, and noticed something that Dave hadn't himself noticed yet. A bulge started to grow in Dave's pants as he became frustrated that the camera battery died.

"You don't need that anymore"

Dave was startled as he turned around to the sound of the voice. Margon gave him a smile that makes him smile too. Dave casts his own eyes upon Margon's face and before Dave can respond, you see that his eyes are a precious emerald green. Dave realized what had happened as you looked down. He grunted, forcing Dave to bring his eyes back up to his. Those beautiful eyes gazed into Dave's soul as Margon suddenly pulled him in for a closer look. He can't help but admire Margon's charming good looks as his own muzzle was soon melting against his.

With a smile and a chuckle Margon pulled him back into reality and guided Dave down the waterfall of his warm chocolate chest fluff. Slowly but surely, Dave nuzzled his way down until suddenly he felt the pulses of throbbing flesh against his own muzzle. He looked up at Margon to confirm if it was ok, but Margon had already grabbed hold of his snout and was guiding it over his thick juicy manhood. His canine shaft filled Dave's mouth completely with it's girth and ecstatic quivering. He had only taken half as Margon moaned in sheer pleasure and pushed him down further. Dave now felt the pulsing head of Margon's pup-maker pushing and sliding at the back of his throat. Barely able to keep his breath, Dave was confronted with his biggest obstacle.

The Knot.

"I don't think that you'll be able to swallow that," he slyly replied as he pulled Dave back from the brink, only to push him back down, again and again.

He can see that Margon's red chocolate fur that he had nuzzled on his chest also continued to his sheath and on a thin strip on his darker chocolate balls.

Damn, Dave thought to himself as he admired the immense beauty of Margon's sack as he imagined that sooner or later, the pups that they produce will be inside his own body in one way or another.

"You like those balls? Don't You?" The red wolf chuckled to Dave as he continued to work his way up and down Margon's thick shaft.

Dave couldn't help but start having a sense of purpose, a reason for existence that is now instinctually taking grip of his mind. He couldn't help but notice how his own body was responding to these urges. He couldn't help but moan in ecstasy and he felt a flood of tingling pleasure fill his body down his spine all the way to his own tail... and most importantly, his tailhole. With an uncontrollable impulse, Dave's tail rose erect above, giving the old wolf a nice view of his eager hole.

"Hehe. Damn you are good. Hmm. Oh... Fuck... Damn boy! Looks like someone is looking for more than a mouthful tonight!"

As Dave tried to contemplate what was happening, he looked back to see a smirk on Margon's face. The expression on his face is one of surprise and confusion. It almost seems he hesitated a second, perhaps thinking about something in his past. Dave didn't want to ruin the fun, but he was just about to ask if there was something wrong when Margon decided to go for it.

"Sir are you... O....Oh! Ahhh!" Dave moaned as the handsome canine gave his hole a tender kiss.

"Don't be concerned. It's just been a long time since....," Margon hesitated, but continued, "A long time since someone wanted me to fuck... to dominate... to be the top rather than be a submissive bottom."

Dave pondered what he said, but his body continued to desire, to crave this old, wise, and handsome gentleman's seed within him.

"I..." He could hardly express himself as Dave's eager hole puckered and quivered, having felt the sweet breath of this sweet man.

"Not that I have a problem bottoming. In fact, I quite enjoy it. I actually prefer it that way. I love to be the filthy slut, getting soaked by the hot, juicy, creamy seed of several horny beasts dripping all over my body and out of my eager orifices..."

"Oh...Daddy...Please continue!" Dave moaned as the thought of his desires became his own.

"You like that too, I see," Margon responds to Dave in a more confident voice, seeming to be overcoming the feelings of self doubt within him.

"Yes Sir! I want to be like you!" Dave cried out, begging for him to make him his own, "I want your pups sir!"

"Good. So do I!"

The handsome bastard chuckled and gave Dave's eager hole a nice sloppy wet kiss, rimming round the desperately quivering orifice with his thick warm tongue. Dave moaned in pleasure as the tip of his tongue found its way to the central opening it sought and slipped its way into you.

"Grrrr...Ahhhh....Ohhh....Fuuuuccckkk....Oh...Daddy....Don't stop!" Dave feebly cried out as the wolf he thought was just a simple gentleman began to undergo a metamorphosis into a savage dominant horny beast.

No longer hindered by thoughts of the past, Margon savagely ate Dave's ass out, lubricating it with his canine saliva, getting it ready for what was soon to come, to cum..... Right as Dave was almost on the brink of climax, Margon's tongue pulled out of Dave's ecstatically quivering body. The two wolves stood up and left the studio and with a wink of Margon's emerald eye, they headed for the bedroom.

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Baku in the Hallway:

As they raced down the hall, Dave and Margon noticed the white and grey wolf, Baku, looked quite puzzled at the situation at hand. Dave also couldn't help but notice a tent in his pants as if Baku had overheard everything.

"Looks like your lucky day Margon!" replied the white wolf, "Do you want me to join you or do you got this?"

"I can do this, Baku," replied the chocolate wolf, "You can have the leftovers when I'm done with him!"

Dave gulped in sudden realization of what Margon just said as he led him right into the bedroom with the door closing softly behind.

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The Bedroom:

A mad rush of teeth and lips met as Dave and the gentleman passionately made out as moans of desire filled the night air. With a thud on the bed, Dave's body, having waited seemingly forever for this very moment, prepared itself for the ride of its life as his tail once again rose to the occasion. With a smile and a great sign of confidence conveyed upon him, Margon climbed up behind Dave, rubbing his muzzle up his spine and then up his neck. Dave knew the time had come, or should I say CUM. Margon quickly nipped Dave's ears in excitement as he himself had been overcome with the instinctual desire to breed. He could feel the pulsing and throbbing desire of Margon's wolfish member pushing up against him. Dave looked beneath him to see those chocolate balls hanging behind his own balls and dripping cock.

"I can do this," murmured Margon to himself as Dave started to feel the large canine tip kiss the entrance of his pleasure hole. Without hesitation, he helped Margon on his quest to overcome doubts and uncertainties by pushing himself back onto the brown wolf's cock.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuccccccckkkkk!" Margon cried out loudly in ecstasy as Dave promptly took in the length of his well endowed throbbing canine manhood all the way to the knot.

"You can do this Daddy!" Dave said as he chuckled back to him in agreement.

"Are you OK honey?" a concerned voice replied from outside the bedroom door.

"I'm fine! I'm already all the way to my knot! And you don't have to stand outside the door like some jealous dork. I can handle this myself.... I am... more endowed than you are. I most certainly know how to use this tool of the trade." slyly replied Margon.

Chuckles and moans could be heard from outside the door before the white wolf silently returned to the couch to jerk off to his filthy imagination.

Before he knew it, Dave felt Margon start to pull out and push in, his cock thrusting in and out of his tailhole. The moans of daddy inside him made Dave squirm inside and out which only made Margon thrust harder and deeper inside. Dave could feel his body press against his own. Margon's chest against his own back. His lungs inhaled and exhaled with every pleasurable motion being more passionate and instinctual than the last. His moans bellowed from his chest, vibrating from himself into Dave's own. Dave turned his head to look up at the grunting beast's head and saw a determined father to be, readying for the (not so impossible) chance of fatherhood through breeding another man. Dave wished this never to end. He no longer desirde the life he had, but he'd rather become a dirty slut of a fuck toy to a daddy like Margon.

Margon looked down at Dave and saw the pleasure shining brightly from his eyes. Margon knew what he wanted and he knew that he was going to give it to him. With each successive pound, the old wolf fought tooth and claw against the old thoughts in his mind. He fought against the self doubts about whether he could ever be aroused by the thought of fucking someone. He fought against the doubt brought upon him by the death of a lover long ago. He fought against the arrogance, cruelty, and domineering that others had placed upon him throughout his life. He knew that, for once, he had finally overcome his fears and doubts in the most sexual and primal way that he could imagine. He knew the time was coming closer. He knew that fatherhood could soon be bestowed upon him (again). This time however, he knew that he was the one impregnating an eager hole and not the one receiving the seed of life.

Dave felt this rush of confidence within Margon as his thrusts began to quicken and he felt something hard and bulbous pressing against his hole. Dave had almost forgotten.

His Knot!

"Oh Fuck!" Margon moaned, "Are you ready to take me?"

"Yes Daddy! Oh Fuck Yes Sir!" Dave screamed in delight as the thick knobs of his uniquely canine anatomy tried to force their way through his own hole's already battered defenses.

By what seems to be instinct, Dave felt a rush of relaxation rushing down his spine, past his tail, and to the sphincter muscles of his man-pussy. Also by instinct, Margon's knot sensed this relaxation, sending the cue to commit. With moans and cries of pure bliss and a momentary 'pop,' Dave felt Margon fully inside him all the way to that horny wolf's quivering balls.

Once the knot was in, daddy wolf started humping furiously with all the energy within him as if life itself was at stake. All Dave could do was to accept his fate and allow him to fertilize his own eggs... Oh... I mean fill his hole, with Margon's seed. Dave started imagining a life where he was carrying Margon's pups within his belly and then giving birth to a litter that looks like Dave, but with the obvious red and brown chocolate markings of their father. No sooner than these thoughts started to fill his head, that daddy was ready to fill Dave's hole.

"Damn! Fuck! My Fucking Gods! Oh Spirits of Old! Ahhhhh... Ohhhh..... Please.... Please grant me this gift.... Another chance.... a friend... Oh... Fuck! Here it comes, Son! Ohhh! Grrrr! Grrrr...... Ahhhhh! Fuuuuucccckkkkk!" growled the impassioned wolf as Dave felt his balls begin to contract, initiating the delivery of his sperm which will soon be within himself.

With a growl and great thrust, Dave felt a burst of pleasure and relief that shot through both of their bodies as he felt pulses of thick, warm, creamy, and fertile seed pump within quickly filling his insides up. Dave and Margon were surprised by the fact that only moments later, after another massive thrust and growl, a second load of pups shot forth from their father's cock, pretty much guaranteeing that Dave would be carrying a little of pups for the next several months (not entirely impossible in this world).

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The Afterglow:

"Thank you," Margon replied as Dave felt the knot pop out of his hole after an hour of being coupled to him.

"Oh.." Dave moaned as the pups from three, yes three (he came in you again, a third time within the last hour), loads poured forth from his own fertilized and satisfied orifice and onto the blankets.

Dave looked with concern that they made a big mess, but Margon only replied, "Don't worry. Baku has a big sensory fetish. I bet he'll get off from sniffing and licking these soiled sheets. Hehe. I guess he'll get a taste of the leftovers after all."

With a laugh and a chuckle, Dave and Margon made their way to the shower where they passionately washed each other, knowing that they have made a great impact on each other's lives.

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A Tearful Farewell:

As Dave packed away his camera gear and other equipment, the old gray wolf Baku approached him.

"Sounds like you had a blast with old Margon. You must have really done something good to him as I haven't seen him in such a wonderful state in a very long time. Thank you. Thank you for helping my dear Margon. Thank you for lifting his confidence in a way that I normally can't do. I can't thank you enough for what you have done for us"

Baku smiled at Dave as he finished packing and Margon came in to say goodbye. Baku can sense the dark sadness that started to propagate inside of Margon as the two new friends gave each other farewell best wishes.

Dave walked out the door and slowly down the meandering garden pathway to his car. Looking around, he could see the grandness of the estate in which these two lived. He also could see the age and couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness too. He really enjoyed this unexpected encounter with 'Daddy' Margon and wished that it didn't have to end. Dave was almost at the brink of tears as he reached the car. Mustering up courage, he drove down the long driveway to the front gate. However, he noticed that the gate refused to open and suddenly the phone rang. It was the number they used to call when they scheduled the photo shoot. It was Baku.

"Hello?" Dave asked.

"Hey," replied Baku, "Margon said you left your wallet behind and wants you to come back up to the mansion."

Relieved from the news of his wallet, Dave drove back up to the mansion. However, when he exited out of the car, he noticed that he didn't leave the wallet at all. It had been in his pocket the whole time.

So why would Baku say that I left my wallet?, Dave thought to himself.

Before Dave could answer his own thoughts, Baku walked up to him.

"I see that you know I made up the thing about your wallet. I just wanted you to come back and be with him for a while. He really does appreciate your company and so do I. And... it's pretty late and you should probably stay the night, have supper, and have sex... oh I mean sleep with us... Hehe." said the wolf slyly while winking in a way that Dave clearly knew what the night would bring, "And one more thing. I really thought you did a fine job with the photo shoot! Would you mind if I hired you to live here full time as our personal 'photographer?'"

Without a doubt in his mind Dave humbly accepted Baku's offer and the two of you walked back to the mansion. Dave knew that his life had forever changed and that the three of them, Dave, Margon, and Baku, would be able to spend many wonderful years together.

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The Gift:

Little did they know that the Old Spirits were watching that night and decided to grant the wish asked upon them.

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And hereby the Old Spirits granted upon Dave Growlson, "the Gift of the Spirits," to live alongside Margon Spencer and Baku Marrock for Time Immemorial.