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What You Always Wanted

by H. A. Kirsch (HawkWolf)

Pt. 10 of "Under The Devil's Eye"

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Hawk woke up several times in the night, first to remove his leather gear, second and third in the

dead of morning, nearly paralyzed. First he woke up with a numb arm and had to come around to feel

it peak and then throb as the sensation returned. While he lay buried in the blankets and sweating

from his muzzle, he thought about how he always ended up bolting away from things.

Every room he fucked in, it seemed he ended up leaving right after finishing. He ran away from

Christopher, even after sticking the fox's ego to himself. He ran away from Peter when the fox tried

to fawn over Hawk even while proclaiming that he just wasn't interested in other men. Just as he

started to fall asleep, the wolf started to wonder if he was even running away from Chad, the only

fox who had any sort of positive influence in his life.

In the early morning, something woke him with a start, but no matter how long he waited, whatever

startled him didn't repeat and he slipped back into knockout slumber after the emotionally draining

weekend.

When the wolf rose Sunday morning, he could tell something was wrong just by the mere smell of the

room. The heated musk from someone who had worn leather for some time, and the subtly skunky musk of

a... fox. Hawk's hackles lifted and his ears splayed; what if... He sat up, then climbed right out

of bed, snapping the light on to catch the intruder as he reached the middle of the room.

It was a fox, and a very still one at that. Red-furred, black-eared, and hogtied in a kneeling

position square in the middle of the rug with a grapefruit-sized ball-gag wedged in his mouth. The

fox had a pathetic, terrified look on his face, arms rammed behind him and cuffed at the wrists to

the ankles, spreader bar wedged between knees, cock straining up into a slinky rubber thong, arms

wrapped in black latex opera gloves, lower legs in thigh-high leather boots that Hawk had seen

somewhere else before. A green boa hung around the fox's neck, the feathers interspersed with red

Christmas lights. At the fox's knees were several packages, all wrapped in paper and bows. Hanging

from a little cord at the fox's neck was a Christmas card.

"Chad, how the fuck did you get in here?" Hawk snorted, crouching naked to snatch the card off its

string with the snap of thread and a faint wince from the fox it was wrapped around.

Chad turned his eyes down and whimpered around the gag, working his jaws and slobbering enough that

it started to hang from his muzzle. Hawk ignored the expression and opened the card. The cover was a

watercolor illustration of several non-morphic foxes trimming a Christmas tree. Inside, a simple

"Merry Christmas" and the fox's signature in red and green holiday sparkle pen.

"Did you grow fucking ovaries? Sparkle pen?" Groggy and irritatedly amused, the wolf grabbed onto

the buckle for the ball-gag and plopped it out of Chad's mouth.

"Thank you, Sir," the fox said, tucking his snout and lifting his eyes. As much as Hawk expected to

see Peter staring back at him, Chad's expression was infinitely more amusing - and completely

non-serious. "I thought you were never gonna wake up! I've been sitting here for half an hour."

"Answer my first question. How the fuck.." Hawk picked up each of the gifts and shook them to see

what was in them. Two were obviously leather clothing, one was inscrutable, and one was loose inside

and thumped lightly as he moved it back and forth.

"Well, I found the spare key in your yard a while back, when I showed up that time before you got

home... I figured that since you weren't having fun in California for some reason, you could have a

little Christmas thing anyway! You even get a fox."

Just what I always wanted, Hawk said on the inside. "Is... are you supposed to be a Christmas tree?"

"It was like a dollar at the supermarket on clearance, I went there with Katie yesterday to buy up

all the random stuff and to get, uh, dessert. Open your gifts so I can get out of all this stuff!"

Hawk leaned down and detached Chad's wrists from his ankles and each other. The fox immediately

stood up and smoothed his boots down, then went to step forward. The vulpine crashed into the bed,

still locked together by the spreader. He whuffed and flailed his tail around, then fought to roll

over. He finally settled down and worked the spreader off his knees, setting it aside on the bed and

spinning around so he was perched on all fours at the edge like an excited pet dog.

Hawk opened up the smallest of the gifts. Inside the paper was a plastic bag, and inside it was inky

black leather. He opened the top of the plastic bag and slid the contents out onto his hands - a

pair of long-cuff dressage riding gloves. He held one up and slid his hand into it and had to take

actual care at fitting the leather over his hand. It was warm and supple and unlined and fit like a

faintly loose second skin. Perfect. He curled his hand into a fist and the leather gave a subtle

squeak. Chad's ears twitched over at the sound. "These are beautiful," Hawk said, sliding the other

glove on. As he slipped the leather over his fingers, his cock ballooned up between his thighs,

stiffening so fast and firm that his dickhead bared out like a black mushroom.

"Go to the next one! Go to the next one!" Chad flailed his bushy tail around, nose and ears pointed,

latex-wrapped fingers squirming and kneading at the gold-trimmed black comforter. He hunkered down,

boot toes digging into the blankets, body writhing at the wolf's obvious pleasure from the first

gift.

The wolf lifted up the second leathery package and opened it up. Inside was no bag at all, just pure

black leather. It was a near cowl of a hood, with trapezoidal eye holes and a big notch cut out to

fit a muzzle, two ear splints to keep the ears up and forward. He turned it over in his hands, then

pulled it on over his head, leather-gloved fingers tucking his ears up into the splints and

straightening the neck collar and the 'jowls' that came down from the muzzle opening. When he turned

to look at Chad, he scowled his lip up and leaned in towards the vulpine.

Chad tucked himself down against the bed even further, body sprawling out to flatten him into a less

doggish position, then rolled to the side and started to adjust his latex thong with a slippery

squick of rubber on rubber. "Open.. open the one in the box, please, Hawk?" Chad looked like he was

going to faint as he squirmed and writhed against the bed, pawwing at his face and generally

displaying boundless lust and animal sexual need.

Hawk stared down at Chad, then lifted the box up and unwrapped it. It was a dark cedar box with gold

inlaid writing on it; it opened to a full box of brown cigars, each nearly as fat as a plump sausage

and topping out as long as Hawk's most strained ten inch erection. The cigars were nestled into silk

grooves and banded with gold foil. Hawk slipped one of the rich tubes out of the box, then clapped

the box shut. He took it over to his wardrobe and opened the twin doors, then settled the box in on

a shelf. "This hood and these gloves make me think I need to try something a little more refined

than a motherfucking highway cop or cowpoke," he said, carefully picking through two racks of

leathers. His legs slipped into a pair of dark chocolate flared riding breeches with a black stripe

down the outside; he pulled black dress-instep Dehner patrol boots up to his knees; he snapped a

matching black-piped deep brown leather shirt on his torso, then wrapped himself in a sharp black

leather officer's tunic. His cock throbbed in the breeches, leather creaking as it expanded over his

muscular torso.

As Hawk slipped his cigar into his mouth and went to light it up with a match, he spotted himself in

the wardrobe's dressing mirror. He was a lean executioner wolf, a gentlemanly bringer of pain and

orgasmic suffering. He snarled under the hood, allowing smoke from the cigar to drift out of his

teeth like hot fumes. As he turned to look at the bed... Chad was ignoring him.

The fox was busy massaging his tailhole, fingers just penetrating as Hawk's eyes made contact with

the scene. The fox's muzzle was wet with saliva from slobbering on his fingers, and his tail was

flagged up, white tip flicking as the fluffy length swerved and wagged. Chad bleated out little

groans of pleasure, leather-wrapped legs squirming in the thigh-high boots as he hunched facing away

on the bed. "Oh god, when you start smoking it, come over here and...and let me... let me kiss you

while you put it in, please?"

Hawk snatched up the final object. Its odd shape was a red herring; the shape was completely obvious

when not covered in garish holiday wrapping paper consisting of kittens playing with Christmas

tinsel. It was a paddle, a fine saddle-leather contraption made of stacked, glued, riveted black

hide with a wood shaft for form to the handle. Hawk twisted it around in his hand; one side had

tooled ridges, while the other was flat. Five holes were bored through the leather to facilitate a

swift delivery. He curled his leather hand around the handle and started over at Chad; the fox still

didn't see. "You little faggot," Hawk snapped, then stalked up to the bed and lunged forward. He

kneeled down against the edge of the mattress and snatched Chad's arm away from his rump, then

walloped the jostling twin cheeks so hard that the paddle bounced back as it glanced off. The impact

filled the room with the dampened thwap of a hard spanking.

"OWWW!! FUCK! FUCK!!!" Chad cried out, first completely stunned into motionless tension, then

enraged into recoiling away, hand wrenched from the wolf's grip to cover himself. "Oww oww owww,

that was too fucking hard!" Chad's demeanor was completely campy, over-whimpering and managing to

writhe sexually against the dark bed linens. Despite his coy appearance, after a few more seconds,

he sagged and winced, tail tucking down against his rump.

Hawk lifted the paddle up again, chest swelling out into his leathers, cock leaving an imprint in

the leather hard enough to show the V underside of the head and the subtle bump of his spunk shaft.

The mere thought that he could spank Chad gave him a pounding heartbeat; the fact that he was going

to do it whether or not the fox wanted it made him lose control and actually do it. He whipped the

paddle forward and hit the fox's left cheek with a sharp snap.

This time, Chad didn't just cry out and grind his dick into the comforters while feigning pain. He

actually suffered it and bolted up off the bed. As he backed away, Hawk shoved around and stalked

after him with the glossy paddle. The wolf's cigar burned hot as he puffed four times in a row,

leaving a line of smoke through the air. The fox hurried and clopped around in his flashy

western-heeled boots, barging out of the room. Every time he gained on Chad, the wolf swung the

paddle higher and prompted a yelp from the escaping vulpine. "Haaaawwwk what are you doing!? Don't

hit me like that again! It really hurt! It's gonna be so sore and maybe there's gonna be a welt and

someone's just gonna know for sure that I got my ass beat by a WOLF!"

Hawk lashed the paddle out and snicked the side of Chad's tail, sending the fluffy appendage curling

over to be grabbed up by a shiny-gloved hand. The fox renewed his attempt to escape so thoroughly

that he barged into the living room without realizing that there wasn't a door on the opposite side

of the room. The black and red canid landed on the angular leather sofa and immediately lost

traction against the slippery black hide, body heaving against the back and trying to climb away

from Hawk. The wolf rushed up and kneeled off to the side, then put one hand down on the fox's back

as he grimaced around the warm, densely rich cigar stuffed into the corner of his mouth.

The wolf's gloved fingers slipped down Chad's spine, prompting the fox's tail to buck upwards even

as he tried to keep it forced down. Hawk's grip fisted around the tailbase and forced the squirming

brush up out of the way, yellow eyes fixated on the tensing, thong-split creamy cleft in front of

him. He jerked his arm back and Chad saw it over his shoulder, prompting a tense and a muffled

whimper. Hawk sent the paddle home with a powerful thwack, cock bucking inside his leathers just a

split second after the impact. "That's for breaking into my fucking house."

"I'm sorry!" Chad wailed, gloved hands no longer trying to save himself, aimlessly grappling with

facefur and pulling at the ruff between his ears.

Hawk connected the flogger again, hitting with a wrist snap that made the fox's ass jounce. He

gritted his teeth around the cigar, almost puncturing into the rolled leaf, snarling out from under

his new Executioner's mask, chest heaving in his snug leather shirt. Unlike earlier in the weekend,

Chad's apology wasn't the mind-crushed pleading of someone trapped under the weight of fifteen years

of stifled, confusing sexual feelings. It was the sharp, instinctive wailing of someone who got off

by being hurt and humiliated, not to mention someone who knew how much the wolf liked knowing it

hurt. "That's for..." Hawk narrowed his eyes, and scanned Chad's boots. Their familiarity clicked.

"For stealing that fucking maned wolf's boots."

"I I I I didn't steal them he left them at my house when you and him were over there a-a-a-a-a-a-and

fucking me and stuff that one time and then I saw him and asked if I could have them and he just

mumbled stuff and tried to kiss me and and don't do it again please don't PLEASE DON'T-"

Hawk wound up with a gruff and battered Chad's ass with another shoving whack, then beat left and

right across just one cheek at a time, giving the fox enough of a tanning that the vulpine's rump

rose in the air until Chad was clawing at the sofa and trying to run away. Hawk pulled the flogger

back and stopped - the lack of stimulation broke the wall and Chad started to sob, asshole quivering

and bucking against the thong strap nestled against it. As Hawk watched Chad cry from humiliation -

but mostly from the pain reflex - the wolf breathed hard through his teeth and around the stogie,

cock twitching, twitching... he felt an ooze of come escape as he worked his muscles hard, cutting

off an orgasm right at the start. Inside the wolf, everything sank as his body decided it was done

and started to bring on the dark feeling of post-sex emptiness.

Chad fixed that by mewling and trying to wipe his muzzle off with latex-gloved paws. It didn't work

and smeared tears around the fox's face instead. "I'm sorry Sir, I'm sorry I'm such a bad fox, I

just wanted you so bad and I wanted t-t-to give you a nice present." The stuttering wasn't a put-on,

instead forced by the post-sobbing heaves.

The fact that Chad was actually crying, at least on some level, ensured that Hawk's recovery time

was very short. "You're going to give me a nice present, and it's going to be in _my_ bed," Hawk

snorted, then pulled on Chad's scruff. The vulpine's sobs quit as his muscles all tensed, and Chad

stood up. Hawk kept his hand on the scruff and walked Chad back to the bedroom, taking his sweet

time. As he moved the fox along, Hawk leaned over and stuck his muzzletip in one of Chad's ears.

"While I was beating your ass, I came a little in my pants," he said, to a shudder from Chad's

torso. "I could pull it out and stuff it in your mouth and get some fox spit instead, but I think

I'm going to focus on your foxy ass this morning. You like that idea?"

"Yes Sir," Chad said, tugging his head away from the muzzle, tucking his ears back and craning his

head so he could watch Hawk glare at him with a stogie jutting from his muzzle. Once the marching

fox saw the thick tube, he let out a whimper and put on his best erotic squirm. Hawk just shook him

by the scruff and kept pushing forward.

When they entered the room, Hawk stopped and started Chad as he picked up the various toys the fox

had attached to himself earlier, then stepped in front of the mirror. He kneeled Chad down and first

took the ball gag, then held it up. He sniffed at it, then snorted and spat cigar-musked saliva all

over the scalding pink rubber surface. The wolf mashed the gag against Chad's snout and the fox

responded by recoiling away, then gritting his teeth and flaring his lips back. Hawk had stuck the

flogger into a coat pocket and withdrew it - despite the fox's renewed enthusiasm to lick the smoky

spit from the ball, Hawk gave Chad a sound swat to the rump, most of it dampened by tail fur. Chad

still cried out and admitted the ball gag, then frowned around it and whimpered as Hawk buckled it

in place behind the head.

Hawk decided to give up on the arm binder and dragged Chad over to his own toy cabinet, opening it

and using Chad's scruff as a handle to direct the fox's attention where he wanted it. He settled it

on a heavy-duty collar with an attachment for a spreader bar in the back, then the collar's matching

metal bar with its heavy wrist cuffs. He pulled it out and made Chad sniff it, then took the collar

and strapped it around the vulpine's neck. Once the bar was in place, cuffed onto Chad in three

places, the fox was useless and Hawk had a better handle to move him with.

The wolf walked Chad over to the bed and helped him sit, then let him fall back. The loss of control

left Chad squirming and thrashing as he thumped back against the sheets, head bucking around from

the false fear of falling backwards. Hawk stood at the edge of the bed and took his cock out of his

breeches, immediately wrinkling his nose at the heated sexual stench from his partial orgasm. His

cock was sweaty and wet, the head smeared with seed around the edge of his foreskin. "Look what you

made me do. You made me mess these nice, nice leather breeches with a spurt of fucking wolf-come.

That's from you crying and slobbering all over yourself back there while I was punishing your bratty

ass for breaking into my motherfucking house!" The wolf's voice rose until its Brooklyn drawl was a

mean holler, the sound filling the room and leaving silence in its wake. Chad's dick softened in its

thong.

Hawk wasn't seriously mad. He was just mad with lust - he started to climb down into bed, leather

uniform creaking at the strain as he got onto his knees. He approached Chad and the fox spread

himself; the wolf pushed forward and got into position, thwapping his cockhead back and forth

against the fox's ring. As soon as he started to push against the quivering flesh, he knew the fox

had lubed up beforehand - gentle pressure was all it took to start spreading the flesh apart. Soon,

the ring snugged up behind Hawk's dickhead and prompted the wolf to sneer under his new, rich

leather hood. "The last time I saw Alzarre wear those boots, it was just like this. I was fucking

him on his back like a whore. You know what?" Hawk said, leaning forward to get face to face with

Chad, body weight forcing his cock to penetrate as it followed along. Merely straddling over the fox

wouldn't hilt Chad, and Hawk didn't push farther - he just stayed there, muzzle moving down to the

fox's mouth, grunts coming out breathy as his cigar kept the jaws apart. "I like you a lot better.

You fit beneath me just right, and sliding into your asshole is like pulling on one of those nice

riding gloves you just gave me."

Chad responded to the darkly erotic words and the wolf's confidently slow penetration by rolling his

eyes and arching his back, hands shaking at their cuffs and jerking against the spreader bar. As

soon as Hawk delivered that compliment, Chad gave one right back by ejaculating with a sputtering,

gag-stuffed yowl. His hole clenched and wrinkled and pulled on Hawk's penetrating cock, and the wolf

started to rock himself back and forth to stuff forward into each relaxing push and yank back on

each inner-clenching spasm. The load of spunk from Chad's cock formed a bulge in the thong that

eventually erupted from one edge and slathered the side of the fox's groin.

Hawk reached down and pried the pouch off, gloved hand sliding along the fox's post-orgasmic shaft

and bringing another shattered cry from the helpless fox. After two more strokes, each touch had

Chad beating the heel of his boot into Hawk's leathered back. The wolf started to thrust in firm

rocking motions, cock left just deep enough to batter into the fox's sore post-climax gland and

start forcing the vulpine back to arousal. After slathering Chad's spunk along the fox's twitching,

slowly bloating cock, Hawk took his musky wet fingers up and started petting the fox's lips. "I just

got these gloves, and they're already covered in fox come. You can't help but get this shit

everywhere, huh? You're going to get some more all over my hand, because I'm not letting go of your

dick until I feel it pumping out another round of fox cream."

The wolf was very capable of controlling himself and let his cock surge up to that most-swollen

plateau stage, then pulled it back down to almost going soft, then brought himself back to the edge.

Chad's muzzle was slicked with drool and straining, lips curling back as he drew closer, then

farther, then closer, riding along with the wolf's urgent thrusts and falling back when he slowed.

The wolf's teasing fuckjob left Chad almost bored, muttering a few things from his muzzle, bratty

comments cut off as Hawk stuffed deep and pounded the fox's inner hole back open.

"I've been thinking," Hawk grunted, words coming out with some drool as he kept his cigar wedged in

his muzzle. He had his face right down by the fox's mouth and let some smoky spit out onto the black

lips, then moved up to the ear. "About how you're the perfect little fox toy. Shameless and filthy

and desperate for a hard fucking. What the hell is it with you foxes? You're like a paint by numbers

painting, except... except done so well, you can't see the fucking numbers anymore."

"Ruh?" Chad said, ceasing his squirming as Hawk hung over him.

Hawk's ears burned where they stuck up into his new hood. "That's a fucking compliment. You're all

the things I want in a red and black squirming little fuckhole. The only reason... I'm not coming in

your ass yet, is that I want to make it last." The wolf's eyes rolled as he started moving again, a

wet trickle of slobber coming out next to his cigar.

Chad lifted his head and nuzzled the drool off onto his lips, ball-gag squirming around in his mouth

as he unsuccessfully tried to get his tongue to come free. The struggle made his dick bloat back up,

flopping side to side as he rocked his hips, guiding Hawk's cock to push at the walls of his

passage, one twist allowing that plump dickhead right in through the deep ring again. "Urrh urh

daahhuhh... daahhuhhh eeeeash....eaaaash.."

"What the fuck did you just say?" Hawk snorted, pulling out all the way, cock spitting precum onto

Chad's taint.

"Daaauhh, eeaaash... eaaash uumhh eehh eeee."

Hawk snatched for the gag strap and popped it free, then yanked it out of the vulpine's mouth.

"Say-"

"Daddy? Please come in me, I'm a good fox now," Chad said, tucking his ears back and putting on a

pair of watery puppy-eyes. Watery not from sadness or even embarrassment, but from squinting and

struggling while speared open with a wolf's dick.

The words took Hawk by so much surprise that his cock bucked and spurted a single shot of white

cream all over Chad's empty, dick-widened asshole. The wolf snarled and snatched the cigar out of

his mouth, holding it ash-up as he flattened Chad back to the sheets with a hand to the chest. The

black wolf's shaft stuffed through Chad's hole, and the lupine's muzzle smothered over the fox's

mouth before Chad could complain from the painful entry. About thirteen more squirts fired off

inside, Hawk stifling his own orgasmic grunts as he tangled his tongue with the fox's and nearly

choked him on the wet flesh.

Instead of pulling out right away, the wolf just hung there, panting, withdrawing his mouth from

Chad's. "You little shit. I can't believe you fucking called me Daddy like that."

"Haaaawk, I gotta come really bad again," was the fox's response.

Hawk pulled out and huffed, climbing off the bed and setting his cigar aside. He went for his

codpiece and fixed it back in place, leaving his sweaty and slick cock to ball up under the leather.

"You're my present, right? That's the whole thing? So, you're gonna be my present all day. I woke

the fuck up to a fox squirming around, tied up on my goddamn bedroom floor. How about you go make me

some breakfast?" The wolf moved to start unhooking the cuffs and spreader, freeing Chad to move

around. "I'm not fucking kidding. Get downstairs, get in the kitchen, and leave those fucking boots

on."

Chad, slightly confused but still riled, clambered up to all fours and slid off the bed. "Mmmf.

Fine." Chad took off with the clap of boot heels.

Hawk snorted, rising out of bed and languidly following after Chad, cigar pushed back into his

muzzle. "No fucking around with my maraschino cherries."