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In short order Galeo had picked up the house, showered, and prepared himself for his grandson's arrival. Not long after, the doorbell rang.

Opening the door to greet and hug Michael, part of the bear was tempted to force the teenager down to his knees right upon the paved entryway. He thought there was a very good chance the confused and horny boy would go along with his demands to blow him right in plain view from the street.

But the retired man hadn't spent years preparing for this day just to roll the dice. Instead, he pulled the boy into a mighty hug as he gave the wolf no choice but to rub the front of his body against the far stronger bear's. Praising him for how tall and handsome he looked, Galeo smiled over the boy's shoulder as he felt the teen's unmistakable erection press against his stomach.

The grandfather pretended not to notice as gushed and hugged and patted. Embarrassed, Michael tried to pull away only to find that the older man was much, much stronger than him. As the pair swayed in the hug, Galeo made sure the youth's member was pleasantly squashed between them.

Michael was very nearly panting by the time the intimate hug concluded and the bear considered that the highschooler might have not been far off from jizzing his pants.

"Mmmm, thank you for indulging me. It's just so good to see you, Michael. Please, come inside. We have so much to discuss and catch up on."

Galeo escorted the wolf inside with a strong hand upon his buttocks. The man resisted the urge to squeeze the rear he planned to fuck into a raw, soggy mess in the near future. From the corner of his eye he could see that Michael had to fight to keep his hands from trying to hide his crotch bulge, well aware that attempting to cup the fabric tent would only draw more attention to his sorry state.

Passing by both the kitchen table and the coach, Galeo led them to a perfectly sized loveseat that would very nearly require the wolf to sit in his grandfather's lap. Shift and squirm as he might, Michael wasn't quite able to position himself such that he was able to totally avoid touching some part of the bear's body or bathrobe.

Segueing right into small talk to help put the young man at ease Galeo said, "The other day I was just telling my good friend Hoss how nice it was that you were going to drive so far out of your way to see me. You know what he said in reply? That when he was your age, the only time he ever drove that far was when he thought there was a chance of getting laid. He has quite the wicked sense of humor doesn't he, boy?"

Galeo patted the teenager's inner thigh and he threw back his head and laughed an almost Santa Clause like laugh. Michael's squirming intensified as he made sure his thumb rubbed and stroked the boy's sack with each downward pat.

The bear had fibbed earlier when he had told his grandson that the boy would be in control of how their evening developed. The truth was that he was planning on seducing the lad. His internal mirth matched his external joy as his thumb rubbed back and forth over the wolf's clothed sack as his fingers patted and stroked the teen's thigh.

Letting his hand come to rest where it lay -- directly adjacent to his grandson's straining erection -- Galeo pretended to notice for the first time how flustered the youth seemed.

"What's the matter, Michael? You look troubled. Is everything okay, grandson?"

"No, no -- I mean, that is to say, yes! Yes. Everything is fine. I'm just a bit frazzled because, uhhh... today's been a bit of a weird day. I suppose."

Adopting a more serious and considerate expression (while keeping his large, strong hand casually draped over the boy's thigh), Galeo nodded as though he understood perfectly.

"Ahh. I see. I hope you're not regretting our little chat? Because I'm not. I thought it was sweet how flustered you got, hitting on your dear old grandpa."

Hearing it phrased that way, the wolf blushed even harder.

"It... really didn't bother you? You don't... hate me? Or think I'm...?"

"Think you're what?"

"...Disgusting?"

Galeo shot the confused youth a 'are you crazy?' look.

"You think I sit in judgement when someone offers me a blowjob? You must think your grandfather some form of celebrate saint! If you weren't my grandson, I'd already be putting those lips of yours to work. But... seeing as you are who you are and I am who I am, it's probably best we talk things through first. Wouldn't you agree, Michael?"

The wolf stared at the floor in silence for a moment before nodding.

Yet despite the nod he replied, "Perhaps... We shouldn't? It was probably stupid of me to say anything in the first place. I was just feeling brave because it was over the phone but..."

"But now that you're here, you're having second thoughts?"

Michael nodded shyly.

Out loud, Galeo sounded considerate and understanding. But beneath the surface he was firm and determined. He hadn't spent all this time, effort, and money just to let the silly boy back out at the last moment.

The bear allowed his thumb to slowly begin stroking again, letting it stroke softly but noticeably over the teenager's tented pants. The wolf gasped as his back went ramrod straight in shock.

"You know what I think, Michael? I think that earlier you were speaking from the heart. I think you were feeling safe and brave enough to confess what you really felt. What you truly wanted. Is that possible, grandson?"

Michael appeared as though he didn't know what to say. He struggled to speak for a few moments until he managed to stammer, "B-but... You're my grandfather. Isn't this... wrong?"

Even as he answered, Galeo didn't stop playing with the teen's erection. He let his thumb wander and stroke and rub as he encouraged the wolf to think less with his brain and more with his needy cock.

"Only you can answer that question. You already know my thoughts on the matter. I think you're a very special boy and that I'm lucky to know you. Given the opportunity to get to know you even better, how could I refuse? Especially given how passionate you were about it, over the phone."

It was then that Galeo felt what he'd been waiting for. Almost imperceptibly, Michael relaxed against him as he spread his legs ever so slightly. Galeo took the opportunity to shift his hand position so that he was now openly stroking and petting the boy's crotch.

Having abandoned all subtly the bear thought it best to come right out and ask, "Does that feel good, Michael? Should I stop?"

"N-no... Please.. Don't stop. But... Ummm... I might..."

"Make a sticky mess in your pants?" Galeo offered.

Michael blushed and nodded.

"Nothing wrong with that. There's no bad choices here, Michael. Just two men enjoying themselves."

Still, Galeo slowed down his stroking. It wasn't time for the wolf-pup to pop yet. Certainly not before he'd fed the boy his salty load and pulled his grandson in deep enough to their new dynamic that there would be no going back.

To that end the bear slyly asked, "...Hey, Michael?"

"Yes, sir?" the wolf half grunted as he struggled to hold himself back.

"My bathrobe is making a little tent too. Want to feel?"

Looking over, the teenager's eyes went wide at the jutting protrusion that made the bear's bathrobe into a white canvas tent held up by a central mighty pillar. 'Little' was a bit of an understatement. Having relaxed his self control Galeo's member had grown to its full length, erecting a miniature cloth Mount Everest at his crotch.

But Galeo didn't wait for his relative's response. Instead, he took the boy's hand in his and made Michael's fingers close around his shaft, robe and all.

The boy gasped softly as the sensation of taking hold of his grandfather's long, girthy dick and the reaction made the older man smile. It was so quaint and naive for the teenager to get worked up over something as simple as a mutual handjob when he reflected on how he and his circle of friends planned to use the wolf.

But every journey had its first step. And this was Michael's.

"That feels really good, Michael. Here, squeeze a little harder and move your fingers."

Momentarily leaving the wolf's more petite rod alone, Galeo focused on helping his grandson engage in some much appreciated stroking. Still, the bathrobe was becoming a bit of an unnecessary hindrance. But Galeo knew he must go slow. Today he was here to service Michael's fantasies. After all, it was only fair since he was the one who'd planted them in the boy's mind and dreams.

"Michael? You went quiet on me. Is everything okay, boy?"

The wolf bit his lip and nodded. His expression was shifting and conflicted. Nervous, embarrassed, and ashamed -- yes. But also hungry, lustful, and desperate for more.

"Y-yes, sir. I-it's just so big. I don't think I'll be able to..."

"Shhhh. It's okay, grandson. No one is expecting you to deep throat it or ride it. Certainly not today, anyway. Let's start small. How about just the tip? You can lick and suckle on it."

Hidden in the back of the master bedroom closet was bondage gear that would grant the bear easy access to the wolf's tender throat while the boy thrashed and struggled within his restrictive leather straightjacket and hood. But this wasn't about taking pleasure. This whole multi-year effort was about getting Michael to prioritize his grandfather's needs over his own. And not just choosing to but wanting to. Needing to.

Releasing his grip on the teenager's hand, Galeo leaned back in his seat as he cupped his hands behind his head. Now that he'd primed the pump, it was time to see if Michael was ready to take the plunge.

Still touching and stroking his grandfather's robe-obscured erection, the teenager shyly looked away and asked, "...What... What should I do?"

Galeo wasn't dumb. He knew the lad was asking for clear direction, wanting to be ordered or instructed so that he might later claim to himself that this wasn't his choice. That it wasn't his decision. The bear wasn't having it.

"What happens next is entirely up to you. Take your time and decide. We have all evening, grandson."

The wolf must have had a lot of thinking to do because he went silent for a good long while. Though mercifully for the bear he didn't stop his gentle touching and stroking, which made the wait bearable.

Eventually the torn youth asked, "W-what if I change my mind? And... I apologize and say I was wrong and..."

Galeo didn't care for that answer at all. But he also knew he couldn't put his thumb on the scales too blatantly or he risked giving the game away. So he gave the answer Michael wanted to hear rather than the one the boy needed to hear.

"Then we stop here and I pour you a nice glass of sweet tea or juice and make supper for you. We'll chat and catch up and you'll tell me all about your post highschool plans. And we'll have a wonderful, PG rated time."

"You... You wouldn't get mad at me?"

"Of course not, Michael," the grandfather lied, his voice warm and comforting. "A small case of blue balls wouldn't even register as a concern for me. Not compared to my old man problems like back aches and occasional tinnitus. However..."

Michael gulped.

"Y-yes, sir?"

"I don't mean to put any pressure on you. Should you change your mind, that is entirely understandable and I wouldn't hold it against you in the slightest. But... I also want to make it clear that this choice would make it unlikely that you and I would ever find ourselves in this position again. This is one of those 'threshold' moments a young man faces. Two choices, two doors. Walking through one means the other is fated to remain forever closed."

The wolf went silent for another stretch of time and Galeo wanted to groan in frustration. But he kept his emotions in check as he began comfortingly stroking the fretful teenager's shoulders and back.

"What... do you think I should do, grandfather?"

'You should get on my dick, you clueless little slut,' was the thought that leapt to the horny and sexually frustrated bear's mind.

But instead he said, "When I was your age and facing a problem that seemed too big or scary, I would change the rules or try to approach it from a different angle. How about if we put on a movie, turned off the lights, and curled up together here under a blanket? And if your hand happened to slip under my robe during the movie.... well... who am I to discourage some harmless exploration?"

Michael's face lit up in relief. Watching a movie together seemed infinitely easier than directly confronting his grandfather's straining shaft.

"Yeah! Let's do that," the teenager agreed.

And so they did. A few minutes later they were cozy and cuddled in the darkened room, toasty under a shared blanket as Galeo made sure that his body was always in some form of contact with the boy.

For the first part of the boring romantic comedy nothing happened and the bear wondered if he'd made a miscalculation. Perhaps he should have insisted when the opportunity had presented itself. Hell, he was fairly confident he could have sweet-talked Michael into putting on a ring gag and leather hood, at which point he could have just strong-armed the lad and used the boy to his heart's content.

Sure, he'd have had to deal with some fallout and tricky-to-answer questions later, but at least they would have broken the ice. It would have been a risky gambit to be sure. But so was this overly passive approach. The grandfather had placed himself into a position where he was relying on the cock-hungry wolf to make the 'correct' decision. But teenagers were stupid and unreliable, so this hardly seemed like a sure bet.

Galeo was stewing over this problem and pondering the possibility of slipping away to fetch the ring gag and leather hood when he felt movement under the blanket, just above his wide inner thigh. Keeping his body relaxed and his eyes straight ahead, the adult identified the not-quite-subtle shifting as his grandson's wandering paw.

'Finally,' the bear thought, resisting the urge to lick his lips in sexual hunger. 'If you'd taken much longer I might have given up and turned you into my sightless, speechless suck-toy for the evening. I suppose now we'll have to save that treat for another time.'

Unaware that his kindly grandfather had been on the verge of giving up on his play-it-cool approach and was minutes away from rendering him helpless and fucking him into submission, the wolf was having a magic, deliciously taboo moment. Here in the comforting dark of his grandfather's lovely house, there was just him and the older bear he'd been fantasizing about for months.

Earlier he'd a last minute crisis of morality and had nearly spiraled into a panic attack. But his wonderful, kind, thoughtful, and uncomfortably sexy grandfather had spotted his mental flailing and saved him from completely humiliating himself. And now that Michael had sailed through that crisis and come out the other side... Well, he thought it only fair that he repay the man's kindness.

When Galeo felt the hand slip into his loosened robe he couldn't help but huff out a sigh that was part pleasure, part anticipation. But he didn't have to wait long before bare skin touched skin as the wolf's hand wrapped around his half-hard member which began re-erecting in a hurry.

The grandfather spread his powerful thighs a smidge wider so as to better accommodate the teen's touch. The man closed his eyes in pleasure as his stalk was gripped and stroked. He savored the moment as the triumphant victory it was. He'd tempted his grandson with his ursine body and mature cock and the greedy, needy boy had surrendered to that temptation.

Under the stealth of the blanket the teenager's hand quietly rubbed and touched and pumped and stroked. Against that sensuous onslaught Galeo's pole grew to its full length. It nearly dwarfed the boy's hand which pleased the older man greatly. He hoped it felt like gripping a giant redwood to the inexperienced teen's stroking palm.

'I bet you're wondering how you're going to make that fit, my beautiful twink. Don't worry, lad. Grandpa will help you. With lube and silk rope and patience, I'll coach you through the pain until your virgin holes surrenders. And after I've made your boy-pussy soggy with my cum, I'll introduce you to the plug that's going to become your new best friend. You'll never leave home without it.'

But while Michael did find the length and width intimidating, he wasn't yet fretting about what it would mean to take that tower of rigid flesh between his untested cheeks. He was too busy having a moment with the cock of his dreams. Literally, in the wolf's case.

While the teen had no way to recall the deeply buried memories, this was the cock that had teased and tempted him almost nightly for the last several months. As he tossed and turned in his sleep, this was the shaft that Michael had watched in crystal-clear high-definition as his grandfather fucked his moaning highschool friends as he was made to watch, helpless and helplessly aroused. Unable to move or speak or interfere, the wolf could only look on and stew in arousal and shame as his best school mates were pounded into slutty submission, their eyes rolling into their heads as they babbled their praise and gratitude towards the bear who was aggressively breeding while their own teenage stiffies bounced frenetically atop their stomach.

Even Billy, the school quarterback who was dating the head cheerleader, wasn't spared as the hyena pathetically whimpered his gratitude at being 'stretched so good'. If Michael were capable of pulling up memories of those dreams, he might have recalled the look Billy gave him when the panting, sweaty footballer looked over to him and gasped out, "Oh fuck, Michael! Your grandfather is a sex god! He's making me cum! Oh fuck, I'm cumming! He's fucking the cum out of me! He's not even touching my cock! Holy fuck, I'm spewing all over myself! Michael, please don't look! Oh fuck, this is the biggest load of my life! Please, don't tell Sarah!"

In the weeks leading up to his trip to his grandfather's, not one of the highschooler's friends had been spared. From Tom, the bookish bunny, to Frank, the sarcastic cheetah, each had been turned into a grunting, moaning, slutty plaything for the demanding bear. Many seemed just as embarrassed as the wolf was to be used in this fashion. Others were enthusiastic participants, pleading with the much older bear to give them everything he had. And some seemed to blame Michael for their predicament, begging the wolf to step in and intervene. To call someone. To do anything to save them from the jarring, bone-rattling pounding they were receiving from his massive relative. At least, until they too were turned into moaning, grunting sluts as they approached their own hands-free orgasm.

But in his dreams he was helpless. Helpless to interfere. Helpless to look away. Helpless to prevent his own arousal as he witnessed their brutal deflowering. And the cherry on top was that he was helpless to take care of his own member which sometimes jutted out dripping and untouched but other times flinched uselessly in a too-tight cage.

Michael couldn't do anything at all but watch, wait, and eventually wake up panting and unspeakably horny as he tried to hold onto fragments of the erotic dream that were being swept away like sandcastles at high tide.

Yet, unlike his humiliating and forgotten dreams, here on his grandfather's couch the wolf maintained full agency and control. Or so he believed. As the movie played on and the undercover touching continued, Michael's implants grew more active as they reacted to his thoughts and mental state.

Since the focus of the wolf's attention was included within the 'to be encouraged' category, the sophisticated biochips got to work secreting hormones and sending positive-feedback currents through the reward centers of the brain. In a matter of minutes Michael was feeling very, very good about his decision as he played with his grandfather's swollen mast. So much so that the young man was feeling his courage and self-confidence build up, along with his need.

Smiling impishly, the teen took his relative's hand and placed it atop of his head. Saying nothing to the bear who raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry as to the boy's intentions, Michael indicated that the grandfather should push him down.

It took a couple attempts to make Galeo understand but before long the mature male 'got it'. Returning Michael's mischievous smile with one of his own, the bear began to guide the far younger wolf's head down... down... down.

Playfully, Michael tried to push back. To resist. But it was pointless. In fact, the moment he'd given his grandfather the greenlight to take control, the ultimate outcome might as well have been chiseled in stone. The teenager was going to suck his last living relative's cock. Struggling was meaningless. Objecting or changing his mind would have been equally ineffective had the wolf tried to back out at the last moment. Galeo had waited too long for this moment and he had a mighty desire that needed satisfying.

Nothing was said and no word spoken as Michael's head was pushed under the blanket. Sensing that things were progressing a touch too fast the wolf tried to push back to slow things down. But he gulped soundlessly as his weak attempt at delay was effortlessly overcome. The dim light and crisp air of the living room turned to blanket-warmed darkness as he felt something hot, blunt, and sticky press against his pursed lips.

Michael couldn't see what he was facing but he didn't need to. He knew precisely what was waiting for him down there in the darkness beneath the cozy blanket. The boy thought he should be scared. Or nervous. Or even disgusted. This was his grandfather's cock after all. But confronted with the increasing pressure upon his still closed lips, the submissive need he felt was the only emotion that mattered.

This felt... inevitable in the best possible way. Turning back was no longer an option. And even holding in place for longer than a second or two felt impossible given the pressure he was feeling to both back of head and lips. He was trapped beneath the blanket as the moist tip of the bear's dick began wedging his mouth open with bruising force.

Relaxing his jaw rather than risk harm, Michael was 'treated' to Galeo's full cockhead as it slid up and against his tongue within the confines of his mouth. Blushing deeply, that's when the wolf realized just how far he'd actually taken things. Because it was one thing to ponder or fantasize about going down on your own grandfather. But it was another thing entirely to have the man's jaw-stretching shaft tip smear precum against his teenage tongue which had nowhere to go and no choice but to roil and move around the warm, invasive flesh.

Yet, there was something about the lewd act that filled Michael with light and joy. The sensation was akin to being given a glass of cool water after spending days dehydrated, barely getting by. Unable to help himself and moving almost by instinct, the teen moaned in need and thirst as he began to suckle the member that speared his mouth and spread his lips. The noise sounded pathetic even to his own ears and under the covers his canine ears flicked in distress as his mouth got to work.

Michael needed more. This taste... This hand on the back of his hand, holding him in place... This was what he'd been missing. Another moan involuntarily rose up from his throat as he got to work and he was helped in his efforts as the strong hand guiding his head moved his head rhythmically up and down, back and forth a few inches at a time.

His world dark and his senses filled with the taste and scent of his grandfather, the highschooler was harder than he'd ever been in his life. But it wasn't all joy and light and satisfaction, for a small but vocal part of the wolf was aghast and disgusted by his own actions. Even as he sucked and licked, this part of Michael tried desperately to convince the boy that things had gone way too far.

This part of the teenager pleaded with the youth to stop and look at what he was doing. Only disgusting perverts had sex with their own relatives, it silently screamed. And if it felt good, that's only because of how wrong it was. Besides, it argued, didn't he have a girlfriend in highschool? Not that long ago didn't he like girls and boobs and pussies and straight sex?

Something was wrong. Very wrong. He shouldn't be going down on the bear and he certainly shouldn't be going down like this. Like he was desperate. As if this cock was somehow the missing piece of the puzzle and it sliding back and forth between his saliva-slicked lips made everything right. It shouldn't feel this good. He shouldn't be moaning or feeling this good or getting off. And there's no way he should be this hard. His own dick wasn't even being touched!

But Michael couldn't stop. Nor did he want to. His grandfather's flavor... this earthy scent... it was doing things to him that he couldn't properly describe. The boy's eyes fluttered as his mind shuddered as indescribable sensations washed over and through him. In the span of a few breaths the teen had developed an intense emotional connection with this rigid length of flesh. With his grandfather.

This cock was joy. This cock was fulfilment. This cock was life. This cock deserved praise and worship and attention and service and... And he wanted nothing more than for it to bless him. To reciprocate his affection. Michael sucked harder and more fervently as rational thought fled him and as coherent thinking abandoned him. That other nagging internal voice couldn't even be heard now. Now there was just him, his grandfather's cock, and joyful worship.

Galeo smiled down at the covered figure as he sensed the shift from halfhearted reluctance to desperate cocksucker. Resisting the urge to coo and gloat aloud in victory, the older gentleman stayed silent as he used his soft but firm grip on the boy's head to feed him another couple inches before letting his grandson back up so that only the bulbous tip remained between his suckling lips.

Still, he wasn't able to hold back a chuckle as the boy moaned in pleasure like a veteran whore as he re-fed those same two inches back into the wolf's hungry muzzle.

No longer able to resist 'spiking the football', Galeo quietly murmured under his breath, "Good boy. This is what you've been missing, isn't it? Well, don't worry. Grandpa's going to feed you good now. Grandpa knows what you need and he's going to give it to you. So you just keep right on suckling, my sweet little neophyte. Grandpa's got you. Yeah, good boy. You're right where you need to be. Work that meat."

Senses overcome by the tastes and sounds of his first blowjob, Michael didn't hear the man. But it didn't matter because Galeo was merely encouraging him to continue doing what he was already passionately doing. The wolf had never tasted another man's cum before -- not even his own -- but for reasons he couldn't understand he was desperate for his grandfather's. It was as though giving the bear pleasure was all that mattered. More than dignity or pride. More than breathing or air itself. More than self-satisfaction or that thing twitching between his own legs. He craved the strong man's acceptance in the form of a big, wet, juicy flood of cum.

And as Michael sucked and licked and bobbed, that tiny voice which had been banished to some forgotten corner of his mind looked on in horror as it saw the dreadful inevitably of his own grandfather's climax. That the old man's salty load would soon be released and that he would in turn be forced to swallow and gulp it down. Things never should have gotten this far. This should have never come to pass. But now the wolf's flexible tongue was lapping at the tender underside of the bear's cockhead, as if silently begging it to give up its boon.

But the bear wasn't aware or interested in his relative's one-sided internal struggle. For the retired man, this was a moment of intimate joy mixed with relief and a vast sense of accomplishment. There were countless ways the plan might have gone wrong.

Experimental but critical hardware could have proved defective or not up to the task. Michael's willpower could have overcome the drumbeat of reprogramming and walked away with little more than a secret grandfather fetish, never to be confessed or explored. There was a non-zero chance the boy could have experienced a psychotic break after his dreams were transformed from private sanctuary into a nonstop hardcore fuckfest.

However, none of those worst cases came to pass. Instead, Michael had come through his three year metamorphosis and was now happily, not to mention desperately, sucking on his grandfather's long-waiting erection. Every pathetic moan the boy gave up was music to the adult's ears. But as deeply erotic as the incestious blowjob was, Galeo held himself back. After all, the boy had kept him waiting three whole years. The teenager could wait another fifteen or twenty minutes for his salty treat.

Besides, there'd be plenty of opportunities in the future for 'quickies' such as desperate parking lot blowjobs. The bear looked forward to chiding the teenager for taking so long getting him off as strangers meandered nearby, each representing a distinct risk of glancing into their vehicle and spotting the terrified canine as he urgently struggled to make his cum-shy grandfather to give up his load. However, Galeo knew that 'spontaneous, nerve-wracking challenges' like this were likely to still be months off -- Like movie theater and public restroom blowjobs.

Pulling out his phone and aware that his grandson couldn't see and was otherwise occupied, Galeo used one hand to pull up the private encrypted chat channel he'd set up to keep in contact with his circle of close friends.

"Touchdown," the bear texted. "Just popped the grandson's mouth cherry. He's working on me right now."

After a second or two the channel exploded into excited activity and congratulations.

"Wow that's great, mate! Don't let him up until you've fed him right from the tap!"

"Fuck that's hot. Too soon to ask for pictures? Because, man would I love to see some pictures."

"Hope the sexy twink is enjoying the taste. God knows he's going to be tasting it lots more from now on."

"Yeah! Shame if he found the flavor objectionable. Shame for him, that is. Haha!"

"I second the request for pictures. Would love to see those wolf lips spread wide. Even better if you could get him to look up at the camera."

Galeo read the replies coming in as he used his other hand to work his grandson's stuff muzzled back and forth over his spit-soaked unit.

"Sorry fellas," he tapped out using just his thumb. "Pictures will have to wait. Baby needed his comfort blanket before he'd go down on me so there's nothing to see. Besides, the lighting is too dark. You'll have to use your imaginations for now."

"Fuck. Bad luck, that."

"Hey, Cheer up Hoss. Galeo promised that soon we'd all get a chance to feed the cub. Didn't you, Galeo?"

"You know what they say. It takes a village to raise a child. Or in this case, it takes a poker group to train up a wolf slut."

"Can't. Fucking. Wait. Gonna make that boy learn to pole dance for us. In every sense of the phrase."

"And that's just the start. We're gonna educate the boy so thoroughly that he could get an honorary degree in dick pleasing."

The bear smirked, pleased that he'd successfully riled his group of friends up.

Texting out a quick final message the man wrote, "Alright guys. Feel free to chat amongst yourself but I got to get back to the boy. Going offline for a while."

Then he hung around for another minute or so to read the responses as they came in.

"Have fun, Galeo!"

"Pump him full of jizz for me!"

"Remember to tell him he's pretty while you're making him swallow. Bitches love that."

"And don't forget to have him thank you after. Never too early to start his training, right?"

"Hey guys -- While Galeo is busy breaking the boy in, let's see if we can land on a pet name. Would be cute if everyone used the same nickname. I vote for 'puppy'."

"Puppy is too generic. Needs to be something like Nubby or Drippy."

"Generic is fine with me. Slut or Cunt or Sissy. Something feminine. I don't think we plan to let his frustrated pizzle out of its cage very often, right?"

"Again with this? You guys are too obsessed with labels. The only topic that matters right now is the wolf's training schedule. How deep, how fast. And when do we let it slip that we're no longer suggesting or inviting. That 'requests' aren't optional or up for discussion."

"His little mind is gonna explode when he finally clues in, puts 2 and 2 together and realizes this grandpa's poker group is serious about putting him to good use."

"I vote for 'sweet thing'. It's the kind of nickname that sounds cute and endearing the first time you hear it, but takes on a different meaning when he's forced to drop the words 'no' and 'stop' out of his vocabulary."

"That... actually isn't bad. I like it because it's gender neutral. Or rather, gender neutralizing."

"Enough about pet names already. Can't we talk about practical matters? Like nipple piercings. Yay or nay?"

Galeo set the phone down, locking the screen as he did so. Then he addressed Michael directly for the first time since the suck-job began.

"How are you doing down there, champ? Need a break?"

The question was rhetorical. There was no way he was letting the wolf up to speak and likewise he didn't plan on letting himself climax for another ten or so minutes.

Unable to form words, the teenager grunted around his cock. It was a cute, endearing noise. If a touch pathetic.

"Alright, well feel free to keep at it then. You're making good progress. Won't be long before I feed you a special meal, reserved for extra-special boys like you. If your mouth starts aching, just dig your tongue into my piss slit. Sometimes that makes me shoot a bit faster."

Strictly speaking that wasn't true but Galeo liked the idea of the teenager lapping at his piss slit in the hopes of sparing himself some jaw muscle pain. He found it arousing when boys like the wolf debased themselves to try to ease some of the discomfort that came with training.

Galeo pushed the teen back down, going a little further this time he felt his grandson shudder and gag. He held Michael there for another few seconds before letting the boy back up. His friends were right -- It was never too early to begin training. Slow and steady wins the race, after all.

And fuck did that wolf feel good on his dick. True, it wasn't the slick, professional blowjob of a well-trained whore. But there was something about the inexperienced passion the boy was showcasing that made this otherwise feeble sucking satisfying and naughty as hell.

In fact... Galeo was having trouble... He couldn't... Ugggg!

"Shit, I'm cumming! Swallow it, Michael! Don't you dare make a mess on my couch. Let's see some big-boy gulps now. Drink your grandfather's hot load. Nothing to be ashamed about, yeah?"

But the bear wasn't interested in making things easy for the caught-by-surprise teenager. He pumped his member back and forth in long, rapid arcs, pulling out until just the end of the tip remained before shoving it back in so far and so fast that he was very nearly plunging his cum straight down the gagging boy's throat.

"Come on, Michael! After a lovely evening together, are you really going to sit there and make a mess on my loveseat? Swallow, boy! Work that throat!"

Galeo was careful to control himself and rein in some of the kinkier and sharper taunts he wanted to throw Michael's way. But he knew the boy wasn't ready yet to hear the typical jeers a dominant male might direct towards a younger submissive twink while filling them with seed. So the bear bit back comments on how laughable the teenager's attempts were or how he deserved to have his muzzle ring gagged until he could learn to suck cock properly.

There was a time and place for compliments and positive reinforcement, but mid-subpar blowjobs was not the time to coddle a slut. Still actively pumping his grandson's throat with cum, the gentleman looked forward to the day when he wouldn't have to pull his punches and could demand the world-class oral pleasure that he knew he and his friends deserved. And Michael needed to get much, much better reach anywhere near that standard.

When it came to boys like the wolf, anything less than a "great" blowjob was worthy of punishment. Amazing blowjobs were merely "barely acceptable. And exquisite blowjobs were to be the "proper due" the teen owed his betters. Michael would likely find this heightened standard terribly unfair at first but unless he was particularly dim-witted he'd learn to keep that opinion to himself. That was to say, unless the boy enjoyed going months without being allowed out of his cramped dick cage.

And speaking of chastity...

Coming down off his sexual high as he panted in unique satisfaction that had been years in the making, Galeo's nose wrinkled as the scent of something that should not be. Feeling a thrum of rage stir within him, the bear ripped the blanket off of the youth whose lips were still wrapped around his girth.

Sure enough, in the dim light the bear's eyes spotted what his nose had warned him about. Illicit boy cum. Shot without permission and drenching his favorite loveseat. The little shit had jerked himself off under the blanket.

'Completely unacceptable!', Galeo fumed internally.

Several barely repressible urges flashed through the mature bear's mind. He wanted to reach down and squeeze the offending testicles like a pair of overripe grapes. He wanted to twist and pull the teenager's humble shaft until Michael understood his terrible mistake. And he wanted to drag the wolf into the bedroom and slap a bag of ice onto that naughty thing until it was soft enough to be caged for an extended duration 'punishment lock-up'.

But Galeo didn't do any of those things. Instead, he focused his will-power and exercised self-control. as he carefully considered his next actions. It was simply too soon for the teenager to understand that thing between his legs didn't belong to him anymore and as such it was an intolerable offense to use it without permission for his own selfish pleasure. In other words, Michael was like a puppy that didn't understand that piddling on the rug was unacceptable behavior.

The bear was going to have to handle the situation differently and with a certain degree of tact and diplomacy.

"Michael? Did you dirty my loveseat with your teenage cum? I really rather wish you had warned me. I'd have asked you to catch your spew in your palm or exercise some restraint. And I see you also failed to swallow all of my output like I requested. There's cum everywhere, boy."

The wolf looked somewhat embarrassed as he tried to pull himself up and extract himself from his grandfather's slowly wilting member. It took only a minor exertion for Galeo to push his head right back down, causing the teen to gulp in surprise around the muffling shaft.

"You're going to lick up this mess, starting with my cock. I don't care if you don't like the taste or the texture of the loveseat's fabric upon your tongue. That said, this isn't intended as a punishment," Galeo blatantly lied. "This is an opportunity to learn to do better. When I tuck you into bed later tonight I'm going to let you provide me with a repeat performance. I expect you to be more diligent and not dirty the bed sheets. Understand, Michael?"

The wolf grunted noises that were some combination of apology, confusion, and teenage rebellion. This was expected because the bear knew they'd not yet established a shared expectation on proper teenage boy behavior. Simply put, Michael didn't understand how outrageously inappropriate it was for him to shoot without explicit permission to do so.

This made the grandfather think that perhaps it would be best to get Hoss involved sooner rather than later. The horse had a way of getting what he wanted out of younger lovers and those skills would certainly come in handy. And thinking on the subject of Hoss, Galeo remembered his friend's advice. That sometimes kind words and gentle affection went further than an ass whipping and a lecture.

Using the same hand that had been holding the boy down, the bear began petting the confused youth who went suddenly still at the sensation.

"MhmmMmm?" Michael mumbled around his relative's shaft.

"I'm sorry, Michael. I got a little ahead of myself, focusing on the loveseat when I should have been paying more attention to you. What I should have said was, that felt very nice and you're a good boy for taking care of your grandfather. That's right. You're a good boy. Good boy, Michael. Good boy."

Galeo repeated the words as he alternated between petting the wolf's head and stroking him softly behind his sensitive ears.

The teenager melted against him, clearly enjoying the praise and attention. If he had to guess, the bear would say that Michael was still irritated at being told that he needed to lick the furniture clear of their combined mess. But despite this the boy couldn't help his reaction to the affection being directed his way.

"Alright, Michael. We'll spend another few minutes like this and then grandpa will cook your favorite meal while you clean the loveseat. How does that sound?"

With half-closed eyes the wolf moaned contentedly into the large but flaccid cock resting inside his tired muzzle. He knew that he should have felt ashamed. Or embarrassed. Or disgusted with himself. But for whatever reason, in that glorious moment all he felt was a profound sense of contentment.