1. Capture
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Cailan whisked his tail mischievously, his eyes fixed ahead of him, his legs bent sharply into a crouch. The butterfly perched at ease on a flower, drinking from the nectar and apparently unaware of the nearby kitten. Well, kitten would technically be incorrect. Cailan, having just turned twelve, was no longer considered a kitten by most of the village, but he nevertheless retained many immature and kitten-like mannerisms. More often than not he was seen scampering around in nothing but a loose-fitting pair of shorts, held on by a large belt, and causing all manner of mischief; a general scamp.
His devious attentions now seemed turned on the innocent insect perched before him. Attempting to stifle his writhing tail by hanging it low, he paced forward one step, only the gentlest rustle of the grass betraying his presence. He bunched his muscles, eyes fixed singly on the butterfly, who seemed at any moment as though he could take wing and be forever lost. There was an agonizing split second of stillness, and then the springs were released and Cailan rocketed through the air towards the hapless insect.
Cailan's face ground against the dirt, ruining the flour and several surrounding sprouts as he skidded to a halt. The butterfly fluttered calmly above him, momentarily disoriented by the sudden attack, but it's simple mind quickly spotted a flower some distance away, and it fluttered off, leaving Cailan face-down on the ground. Sitting up, he rubbed his head, brushing some of the dust out of his short fur before standing up and scuffing off his baggy trousers. He was still brushing himself off when a shadow behind him abruptly eclipsed the sun. Turning to squint upwards, he had time to widen his eyes before the blow came, and then only blackness.
Cailan opened his eyes, groaning loudly, and blinked several times before realizing that it was the same blackness with his eyes open as with his eyes shut. Feeling around with his paws, he could tell only that he was on a cold stone floor, and that he was cold and damp all over. Shivering, he sat up, hugging his knees for warmth, and blinked several times. At last, his feline vision kicked in, and he gazed around the dim chamber. It was clearly a cell of some sort, but that was as much as the kitten took in before the movement of his head caused him to clutch at the swollen lump. Whoever had knocked him out had really done the job right. He was still gingerly rubbing his head when the heavy wooden door to his cell flew open with a crash, causing him to flinch visibly. The
light from the hallway was eclipsed by a hulking shape, and then a lamp was lit, casting dancing shadows across the illuminated stones.
It was a wolf, definitely, large and somber. His fur was matted and rough in many places, and his face was drawn and cold. His well-developed muscles stretched against the frame of his skin, and his black tail swished behind him. Setting the lamp on the table, he moved towards Cailan, causing the young feline to scrabble backwards.
"Huh, that'll do you no good, kit," the canine grumbled, easily catching the feline by the nape of his neck. "My name is Onyx, and you will call me Master. Is that understood?" When Cailan was silent for a moment, Onyx gave the kitten a powerful smack that left him reeling, and leaned in close to the feline's face, baring his teeth. "I said...is that understood?"
Cailan gritted his teeth bitterly, refusing to speak. The second slap brought him to his knees, clasping at his burning face and hissing loudly. Onyx snapped his jaws inches from the feline's face, growling gutturally. "Is that...understood?"
"Y....yes...."
The third slap echoed off the walls. Tears sprang into Cailan's eyes.
"Yes what?!"
"Yes....yes, Master."
Too confused and hurt to object, Cailan could only capitulate to his captor's demands or be continuously beaten; the choice seemed simple. Onyx smiled.
"Almost a shame; I do enjoy breaking in the difficult ones. But then again, you're nice and young. Nice and tender." He nipped at the kit's neck, eliciting a shiver from his tightly-held captive.
"Here's the way things work, little kit. It'll be my job to break you in, show you the ropes. After I'm done with you, you're officially the pack's newest bitch, understand?"
After a pause came the wide-eyed shaking of Cailan's head.
"No sir...I don't..."
"Don't play dumb with me, bitch. You're old enough to know what the word means, and what you'll be doing. I doubt you know how though..." He squeezed one of the kitten's softly-furred asscheeks. "I doubt you've ever been stretched out down here. But no worries, bitch. You will be. And I promise you'll learn to love it. They all do." He gave the kitten's ass a healthy slap, causing a startled mew, which in turn sparked a gravelly laugh from the wolf.
"You hungry, bitch?"
Cailan still took a minute to realize that Onyx was referring to him as 'bitch', but he nevertheless nodded mutely.
"Come here, then." Onyx loosened the belt at his trousers, and dropped the pants to his ankles, revealing his thick sheath and pendulous balls. When Cailan did not move directly to him, he scraped his footclaws impatiently against the stone.
"Now, bitch!"
The kitten slinked nervously over to the standing wolf, whose sheath was beginning to fill out slightly with anticipation. He was only vaguely aware of what was expected of him, but he reached out with one diminutive paw to stroke lightly at the wolf's sheath, his head barely coming past the canine's naval, placing the slowly-emerging shaft at almost eye-level. Onyx growled lowly as the dark red tip of his shaft poked its way out of his sheath, quickly followed by several inches of his slick member. Cailan brought his other hand to bear, both paws stroking at the huge sheath as more and more of the wolf's cock slipped out, until the kitten finally marveled at its full length and the thick lump of the unswollen knot at the base. Onyx's breathing was slightly rapid at this point, and he grasped Calian roughly by a handful of his hair, twisting slightly for emphasis.
"Now use your mouth, bitch! And no teeth! That's lesson one."
Cailan stared helplessly for another moment at the mammoth shaft practically slapping him in the face, then closed his eyes slightly, extending his tough to lap at the base, just above the knot. Onyx stirred at the roughness of the young feline's tongue. Cailan then experimentally ran his tongue from the knot itself to the tapered tip of the cock. It didn't taste good, per se, but it certainly wasn't horrid. The odor of the male's musk was strong, and Cailan felt weak and submissive as he gently took the head of the shaft into his tiny mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. Onyx placed a paw at the back of the feline's head, forcing his small mouth open wide as he slid several inches of his prick into the kitten's mouth.
Cailan stifled the urge to gag as the tip brushed against the back of his throat. He tried desperately to pleasure the huge wolf with his small mouth and tongue, but to no avail. Onyx was becoming seriously aroused, and the kitten's mouth alone were insufficient to tend to such a thick piece of meat.
"A valiant effort, little bitch," he growled, his head tossed back in pleasure. "But around here, it goes a bit more like this!"
Cailan felt the second paw grip the back of his head, but was unprepared for what came next. He choked audibly as the tip of the cock forced its way into his throat, his insides convulsing as his gag reflex was set off. Onyx took this opportunity to jam a good eight inches of cock into the kitten's throat, the convulsions of the feline's esophagus only pleasuring him further. Slowly but forcefully pressing on the kit's head, he slid the remainder of his cock down the tight throat, letting each inch slip tortuously into the kitten's inexperienced mouth and down his warm throat, until finally his swelling knot was pressed against Cailan's spread lips. Onyx sighed, enjoying the feeling of the fleshy warmth wrapped around his wolfhood. Stroking a hand through Cailan's short hair, he grinned evilly.
"Hope you took a deep breath, slut."
The tears started to flow freely from the kit's eyes as the cock was withdrawn with the same agonizing slowness with which it was inserted, until the head finally popped out of his throat and into his mouth. His tongue writing, he gasped for air desperately, but was cut off after one breath as Onyx plunged his full length back into his throat, beginning a slow and forceful face-fucking. Cailan tried to blink back the tears as over a foot of slick meat plunged into his throat over and over again, painfully stretching his throat. His gag reflex did start to subside after a few dozen thrusts, drawing a silent prayer of thanks from the helpless kit. He could only swirl his tongue along the bottom of the wolf's cock as it sank deep into his throat and out again.
Onyx grinned sadistically at the kitten's tears, increasing his pace until eventually he was pistoning his cock swiftly into and out of the feline's abused throat, slapping his swollen knot against the youth's face with each buck of his hips. He regretted not being able to tie with the kitten's face, but the risk of suffocating the little bitch was too great; there was far too little pleasure to be gotten from a dead cockslave. Grunting loudly as he ground his knot into Cailan's face, he looked down at the cat with a sneer, his breathing heavy and fast.
"Here it comes, bitch. Your first meal."
Cailan choked as the thick cock was pushed as far as possible down his throat, then felt it swell up as the wolf cried out, grinding his knot against Cailan's lips. Abruptly, the kitten felt something warm spurt directly into his stomach, accompanied by a rumbling spasm along the length of the cock buried in his throat. Another, and then a third; Cailan could feel a sticky warmth spreading through his abdomen After a few quick abortive thrusts, the spasming cock was pulled roughly from his throat, and Onyx held the kit up, coughing and gasping, as several streams of thick hot cum spewed across his face and chest. Onyx roared out the last spurt of his orgasm, releasing the feline with a final cruel twist of his hair. Cailan fell backwards onto the cold stone of his cell, his heaving chest painted with thick ropes of wolf seed. The kitten reached down with one hand to grasp at his belly, where at least a cup more of his new master's cum was stirring in his stomach, as he sucked as much air as possible through his abused throat. Then, with a final gasp, he lay back, his eyes glazed over as his sticky, seedstrewn face rested against the cold stones. Onyx grinned darkly, pulling up his trousers and bending down to give the feline's throat a tender squeeze.
"I'll be back tonight, kittie, and then you can earn your dinner. Please me and maybe you'll get some real food. Either way, you'll get another nice meal of my seed in that cute stomach of yours."
Cailan watched through lidded eyes as the wolf extinguished the lamp, stooped through the door once more, and clanged the cell shut, leaving the feline alone in the lonely stone chamber.
[Well, that's the first. Criticism of any kind of appreciated. Sorry if it's short or rough around the edges, I wrote it in one session with minimal editing. Should I continue the tragedy of poor Cailan Fischer?]