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Decro's mug of hot chocolate sits on the dining table in front of him.

"Not going to finish it?"

"Oh boy, I'm full," he smiles. "Thanks for preparing dinner, though. It was really good."

I nod my head noncommittally and unlock my phone. "Doxylamine half dose effective?" I type into the search bar and tap on the first result.

"A partial dose may not be as effective in maintaining sleep, although the initial drowsiness will still kick in--"

"That's okay then," I say. "You don't have to finish it."

"Here, let me clean up." He gets up and starts clearing the dishes.

"No, no. You've had a hard day at work today. You deserve to rest."

"You sure? I mean you already--"

"I insist." I flash him a reassuring smile.

"Okay, thanks. I'm feeling really tired, actually, so this is..."

"You're going to sleep?"

"Hmm, that's a good idea, actually."

Eight is early to crash for the night, but I don't mention it. I clear the dishes, put them in the sink, and start washing. When I hear his door close, I turn off the tap. I'll make him clean the dishes tomorrow. After all, he's only a tenant in my apartment.

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The television is blaring, but I'm not paying attention to it. I've been hearing the doors open and close as he leaves his bedroom to go to the bathroom. I tap my foot, fiddle with the television remote, and pretend I'm not counting the steps in Decro's bedtime rituals. He always brushes his teeth first, then goes back to his room to take his clothes before he showers. After that, he puts his towel and laundry back in his room before going back to the washroom to moisturise his skin and fur.

When he's finally done, I look at the watch: it's 8:35 pm. I wait another 15 minutes so he'll be in bed by the time I check in on him. I grab the small duffle bag from under the coffee table that I've prepared before dinner, then I go over to Decro's room and knock lightly on his door.

No response.

I gently turn the knob and open the door a crack. It's dark inside, but I can see his huddled form on the queen-sized bed. He's lying on his side and curled up beneath the blanket that was pulled up to his neck. My heart beats in anticipation. He looks so adorable, snuggled up like that. I'm certain he's asleep, but it doesn't hurt to check.

"Decro?" I whisper. "Decro?" I ask again, louder this time.

Still out cold. Good.

I enter and close the door behind me. I toss the duffle bag at the foot of his bed, then tug on his blanket. As I gradually slide it off him, he shifts. I pause, making sure he's still unconscious. When he settles, I continue. Finally, I toss the blanket onto the floor. He's wearing a loose cotton T-shirt and running shorts that are only halfway down his thighs.

My pulse quickens as my lustful desire returns. I climb onto the bed and lie down beside him. With his back facing me, I lie down on his pillow and gently slide my arm below his body, pulling him close. His warm back presses against my chest. I rub my muzzle against his cheek.

Fuck, he feels so nice and warm. I give him a hug and squeeze his unconscious body. His athletic body is a perfect mix of firmness and tenderness. I grope his chest through the soft cotton of his shirt.

God, I'm getting hard.

My hard-on forms a raging tent in my pants. I cautiously grind my hips against his rounded rump, slowly rubbing my erect rocket between his rear cheeks. I'm gentle enough so he doesn't wake up. If this keeps up, I can satisfy my carnal craving before making my sneaky getaway. He doesn't have to know.

This is so fucking hot. Holding his body against mine. Feeling his firm form in my arms. It's like biting into a thick, juicy steak, sinking my teeth into the savoury flesh. My hands explore his chest. I feel the curves of his pecs and make my way to his nipples. My fingers circle his areolae before giving his nipples a light pinch. My dick tenses, pushing further into the valley in his shorts.

I wonder if he's getting aroused by this, too. My hand reaches down and gropes at his crotch. I find his sheath and balls, but no erection. I'm a little disappointed, but I figure the drug has made him oblivious to my advances. No matter. I fondle his nuts through his shorts, playing with them between my fingers. Then I move up to his sheath, pulling it back before sliding it up, as if I'm jacking him off. I repeat with firm strokes, teasing his wolfhood. Sure enough, I can feel the tip of his dick emerge from his sheath.

Fuck, I need to see this.

I carefully extract myself from the hug and look down at his crotch. My heart beats eagerly in my chest. I wasn't going to take off his clothes, but the growing bulge in his pants is begging to be freed. I push him by the shoulders to move him. He rolls over onto his back and his arm flops over limply to the side. I crawl to the foot of the bed and tug on his shorts. He stirs, but doesn't wake. I start again, slower this time, gradually pulling his shorts down his thighs, his calves, and finally his ankles. Then I toss them to the floor.

In the dim light of the hallway light seeping from under the door, I see the prize. The tip of his rocket is barely poking through his fuzzy sheath. His tender nuts hang loose below. I stroke the tapered tip of his member, playing with his urethral slit. His dick throbs in response. I know he wants this. I start jacking him off, coaxing the reluctant rod from its roost. It grows with each pump,

If he were awake, he'd never let me do this to him. He gives me the heterosexual vibes. I might be wrong; he could still be gay, though. Maybe he has a secret boyfriend he never tells anyone about. I wonder what he'd say if he saw Decro like this.

My other hand cups his balls, massaging and kneading them. His cock clenches. I squeeze it harder. Precum leaks from the tip. I use my thumb to smear it over his member, glazing his meat with a light shine. Now lubricated, it's easier for me to jerk him off until he's fully erect.

Dang, he's big.

Decro stirs, but he doesn't wake up. Emboldened, I work his dick harder. Each jerk is a firm squeeze, working my way from the base, moving up to his tip, which I grip tightly. He lets out a gasp, and I let go instinctively. I watch him for a few long seconds, ready to grab my duffle bag and bolting out of the room. To my relief, he remains blissfully asleep.

Hehh.

He's so cute like that: fast asleep with a blank look on his face, arms splayed limply around, shirt hanging loosely from his body. I know what will complete the look: a raging hard-on. Returning to his maleness, I grope his balls and jerk off his sceptre.

His knot emerges from the sheath. He's fully erect now, leaking copious amounts of pre. No point doing things halfway. My skilled fingers work his sensitive member, stroking and groping, teasing and squeezing. Anyone else would be squirming and moaning to my touch, but not this unconscious wolf. He's going to get the orgasm of a lifetime and he doesn't even know it.

His cock is slick from his leaky tip. Precum is smeared across the fur of his sheath and balls. He may not be reacting to my stimulation, but the tensing of his meat tells me everything I need to know.

Fuck, yeah.

He makes this so easy, leaving himself so vulnerable like that. Leaving himself open to my advances, my touch, my craving. I could do this all night, pumping this handsome wolf's wet and willing maleness. Who wouldn't want to make this pup happy? This sweet, innocent pup.

He's close, I can feel it. I stroke the top of his dick with my thumb and index finger, squeezing his shaft with my other three fingers. I jerk him off harder, massaging his meat with firm pumps. My other hand cups his hanging nuts and lightly press them together.

The inevitable happens. His pelvic muscles clench and his dick tenses up. I feel his rod clench and relax with each jet of cum he shoots. His eager shots land everywhere. The fur on his thighs is wet, and so is his shirt. Some of it lands on my face, so I wipe it off with my hand and lick it. Fuck, it tastes good. His male juice has hints of sweetness and saltiness.

Decro is still asleep, so I lean forward until my nose is at his crotch. I smell his masculine musk and leaking spunk, mixed in with the delicate scent of his fur shampoo. The aroma is so intoxicating, I can barely stop myself. I close my lips around the tip of his wet rod and suck up his cum. It's everything I thought it'd be, and more. Delicious, warm seed with his masculine nuances of his wolfness. His spunk makes it slick in texture and tangy in flavour.

I grab my crotch and grope at the lustful bulge I'm making in there. Fuck, I think I'm going to climax by the time I've licked his cock clean. I'm grinding my crotch against my palm as I squeeze my lips around his meat and suck him off zealously.

"Fuck!"

White flashes across my vision, and my right cheek is on fire. I cup my cheek with my palm, trying to ease the pain. Something had hit me there. I hear Decro saying my name in a confused tone. When my vision clears, I see him watching me with scared eyes. He pulls his blanket over to cover his dripping cock.

"W-what are you doing here?"

Fuck, my cheek hurts like hell.

"Get out, please?"

He sounds like he's on the verge of tears, but I only feel rage. The bastard kneed me in the face. Accidental or not, I don't give a fuck. I yank the blanket out of his grip and toss it to the floor. I lean over him with my hands resting on either side of his pillow.

"No, no!"

"What, now that you've had your fun, you won't let me have mine?"

"Please don't do this."

He tries to push me away, but I slap his hands away. How dare the brat touch me? I reach into my duffle bag and fish out a fistful of plastic cable ties. Then I grab his wrist with my free hand. He sees what I'm trying to do and tries to wrestle his hand free, but my grip is stronger.

"Let me go!"

I loop a cable tie around his wrist and pull it tight with a "zip" sound. It cuts into his skin and he yelps in pain. I pull his arm to the corner of the bed, pressing it against the bedpost. A second cable tie loops through the first one and I secure it around the post.

"What do you want? Why are you doing this?"

I grapple with his free hand until it's restrained to the bedpost on the other side. He struggles and pulls against his makeshift cuffs, but it only serves to dig the cable ties deeper into his flesh.

"Help! Someone, help me!"

I realise his shouts will alert the neighbours.

"Shut up, bitch."

I'm barely aware that I've swung my fist, punching his jaw with great force. He whimpers in agony. Tears flood his terrified eyes. His jaw is swelling from where I had punched him. He's quiet for now, but I don't trust him to stay that way. I dig my claws into his shirt and rip it down the middle. He's too shocked to respond. I shred the sleeves so that I can tear the shirt off him, leaving him fully naked.

"Please, don't!"

I ball up his torn shirt, preparing to shove it in his mouth. His eyes widen and he thrashes about in bed, kicking his feet violently. He turns his head to the side, trying to stop me. When I thrust the gag towards him, he turns to the other side instead.

"Get away! Stop!"

Fucker.

I grab his jaw with my free hand, squeezing hard on the bruise.

"Oww, hngff!"

He screams as I wrench his head towards me, allowing me to shove the shirt into his mouth. I make sure to have the soggy side facing down so he can taste his own cum. Holding his jaws closed with one hand, I grab a roll of duct tape from my duffle bag and tape his maw tight around the gag. It spreads his jaws so wide; it looks fiercely uncomfortable. He screams loudly, but his voice is softer and more muffled. Good.

He is still kicking and yelling, so I caress his chest fur gently. My fingers trace his pecs and play with his nipples, stroking my way down to his abs. He's still squirming, but at least I'm enjoying myself now. With his arms spreadeagled and out of the way, I take my time to indulge myself in his physique. His body feels warm to the touch.

After a few minutes, he runs out of energy and lays there limply, sobbing quietly. It's getting spicy, so I hastily take off my shirt and toss it on his bedroom floor. I lay down, resting my head on his biceps. He tries to shift away, but my weight pins him down. He looks at me wearily out of the side of his teary eye.

"Hush. Just relax and enjoy this."

I stroke my hand down the middle of his chest, down his firm abs, then towards his crotch. I wrap my fingers around his dick, now only half-erect but still very moist. He whimpers through the gag. I jack him off again, working his cock into an unwilling erection. His meat is hot in my hands. I squeeze hard, feeling his rapid pulse through the throbbing of his rod.

"Keep it up, or I'll make it worse for you."

I get up, straddle his abs, and lean over his scared, innocent face. His eyes are fearful, and the fur around them is wet from his silent crying. I dive in for a kiss, but he turns his head away, so I grab his face and pull it back. He trembles in my firm grip.

"Nngff..."

With the gag in place, I can't do a proper kiss, so I smooch him on the nose. Then I move down to his neck, licking his sensitive parts. His fur brushes against my face. The skin of his neck is warm against my cheek. I moist his fur with my tongue, coating it with my sticky saliva. Then I gently nibble, feeling his soft skin between my teeth. My chest presses against his, and I feel his heartbeat once more.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

It's racing. He's scared. Or maybe he's turned on from my touch. He wants this, doesn't he? He wants me to stroke him, grope him, have my way with him.

I close my maw around his shoulder and sink my teeth into him. I don't pour all my strength into the bite, just enough to dig my sharp teeth into his skin. His flesh takes it easily. I feel like I'm biting into a tender cut of grilled steak. He squirms. I move my head a little, as if I'm trying to tear away at his flesh, but way more gently.

He's sobbing.

I shift my hips back, feeling my rear force his erect cock downwards. It presses against my crack through my shorts. I regret not taking them off, but you know what? I'll save it for later. I shift back until my head is level with his chest. My hands press on his pecs. He shivers. I lean forward and sniff. The sweet scent of his fur shampoo is weaker now, covered by his masculine musk. His struggling must've made him perspire a little. I sniff harder, filling my lungs with his aromatic flavour. It feels so fucking amazing.

Decro lets out a weak groan from the back of his throat.

Intoxicated by his aroma, I kiss his nipples. Then I begin licking. His nips are perky. They stay firm until I close my lips around them and squeeze, testing their softness. I give them a small nibble. He squirms.

I lick my way down his torso. My crotch no longer pins his cock down, so its wet and sticky shaft flicks up to my abs. I feel his warm length rub against my skin as I caress his body with my tongue. I thrust my hips forward, grinding against his erection. My tongue explores his pecs and my hands grope his sides. I squeeze and knead his muscles, feeling their firm tenacity beneath my fingers. Each shuddering breath he takes pushes against my tongue.

Decro sobs. His head is turned to the side, eyes scrunched up in unwilling endurance. His hands are balled tightly into fists, tugging against the unyielding cable ties.

"Learn to enjoy it, boy. It'll make this easier."

I indulge myself in the firmness of his body, moving down to his abs. His dick is now level with my chest, nestled between my pecs. His body is tense with fear, so his abs are clenched tight. I can feel the gentle hills and valleys of his midriff with my tongue. By the time I'm done, his fur is moist from my spit.

As I lower myself further, his dick slides up my chest, my neck, then my chin. I give his shaft a tender lick and it tenses in response. He shifts his hips trying to twist away from me, so I hold his thighs down. I take my time. The tip of my tongue caresses his furry nuts before going up to fondle his knot. He squirms more, so I rest more of my weight on his thighs. I hear him yelp in pain.

I continue up his shaft, exploring every inch of his sensitive skin with my tongue. It still tastes of his glorious cum, the flavour getting stronger as I reach his tip. Then I take the length of his cock in my mouth.

He gasps through the gag.

I bob my head up and down, giving him an earnest blow job. He's squirming violently now. I bet he's secretly enjoying this; my fellatio skills are unmatched. He makes muffled yelping sounds, which I take to be moans of pleasure. Glob after glob of residual cum shoots into my maw, coaxed out by my expert sucking.

Fuck yeah.

It takes everything in me not to swallow every drop of cum he leaks. Instead, I keep it in my mouth so that my saliva and his seed continues to coat his cock and lubricate my dick-sucking. My hand reaches into my shorts and I start jacking myself off, too. My hips gyrate, grinding against an imaginary surface. Every slurp is heavenly. Each drop of dick-dew is nectar to my palate. I'm close, I can feel it. But I hold back my climax: I have a better receptacle for my cum than my cotton shorts.

I lap up one last drop of cum and purse my lips, keeping his juice in my mouth. Then I straddle his chest once more, looking down at his terrified expression. I grab the tape around his maw and tear it off. He struggles. The tape is stuck to his fur, so patches of his fur are stripped off as I pull. He's bawling as I take the soggy shirt out of his maw.

"P-please," he sobs. "Don't hurt m--"

I spit into his mouth, giving him a taste of his cum mixed with my saliva. He chokes and tries to spit it out, but I clamp his maw shut with my hand.

"Swallow it, boy."

I massage his throat. He's clenching his muscles, trying his best not to let it flow down his gullet.

"I'm not letting you go until you swallow every last drop."

His eyes look pleadingly at me, but I don't budge. Instead, I squeeze his muzzle harder. He cries in pain, but eventually I feel him swallow his own spunk. I grin and let go of him.

"Good boy."

My cock is on the verge of climax, so I act fast. Still straddling him, I move forward until my shins are pressing on his arms. He screams in pain. When his whimpering subsides, I point my cock towards him.

"Take it."

"No, no, please don't do this. I don't want--"

"Take it!"

"I... I can't do--"

I slap him hard across the face. He winces and huddles like a scared pup. In the dim light of the hall, his eyes are shiny from his tears.

"Please don't hurt me."

"Then suck me off."

I feel myself getting a little soft, so I start jacking myself off. Some of my precum flicks off my tip onto his face. He looks at me pitifully, then gently sticks out his tongue. I shove my shaft towards him and he licks. Poor boy. He looks like he's never sucked a cock in his life. Not an issue, though; he can learn on the job. He licks me gingerly, as if he's doing everything he can not to pull back.

"Faster, pup. I'm getting soft."

He moves his tongue more quickly, but I'm not feeling it. I've taken a few bottoms who knew what they were doing; they'd slurp and suck like a person taking an ice pop after 3 days in the desert with no water. But Decro here might need a little more help. He's stroking the underside of my dick with such gentle strokes, I can barely feel it.

Yeah, he definitely needs my help.

I thrust my cock into his maw. Not the whole thing, though. Just halfway in. He yelps in shock, but he doesn't dare to protest.

"More enthusiasm. Convince me you want this."

His tongue strokes my cock faster.

"Don't just lick the bottom. Take the entire thing."

He circles my shaft with his tongue. It's not as dexterous as I'd hoped, but it does the job.

"The head too."

He pulls back his tongue so he can reach the tip of my dick, then massages it there. Fuck, that feels good.

"Now suck me off."

He looks confused.

"Up and down."

He takes a moment to prepare himself, then he bobs his head back and forth a pathetic few inches.

"More!"

He moves faster, but he's not taking it deeper.

"Further up, boy. More!"

His face tells me he's trying, but I don't feel it.

"MORE!"

I grab the back of his head and pull him forward until my cock is feeling the back of his throat.

"Ack!"

He pulls back violently and starts retching. His eyes are closed and his expression is a mix of revulsion and agony. He's coughing and hacking, and for a moment I think I need to untie him so he doesn't choke on his vomit. Thankfully, he doesn't puke.

I thrust my cock back into his face before he can fully recover. This time, I pull him in a little more gently. He's not struggling anymore, though his tongue is pressing against my cock, pushing it out. Bottoms sometimes aren't aware of their involuntary tongue movements, so you have to teach.

"Get your tongue out of the way."

He does, and now I feel it stroking the underside of my cock as I bob his head up and down. I'm thrusting my hips too, making the most of the momentum. Something sharp scrapes against my sensitive meat.

"I better not feel your teeth, or I'll knock them all out."

It's an empty threat, but it scares him enough to comply and use more of his lips. His warm drool coats my shaft, though a lot of it is dripping out the sides of his maw. It's messy, but it keeps the fuck-sleeve lubricated.

I force his head up and down harder, thrusting my hips against him with more vigour. It feels like I'm in heaven, fucking the best maw in the world. Decro and his cute face, giving me amazing oral. Primal lust takes over, and I'm shoving my whole dick into his maw, feeling my tip reach down his throat. His throat clenches.

Fuck, I'm ready to burst.

I pull him close and thrust my hips forward without letting go. A surge of bliss washes over me as I climax, unleashing my raw juices down his throat. He's choking and squirming, but I don't relent. I fill him up with pump after pump of my warm seed, feeling pure euphoria engulf me.

When the last drops of my spunk finally spill, I let go. Decro retches, but there's no spitting out my cum; I purposely shot my load down his throat for this reason. I lift my weight off his arms and lie down beside him. My huffs fill the room, along with his sobbing.

My hand strokes his chest, figuring out what to do with him. I could let him wash up and go back to sleep, but I'm still feeling the urge to do something more. My fingers reach down to fondle his cock, now almost retreating into his sheath. I feel his firm tip, now dry but still sticky from his seed. Then I stroke further down, past his balls until I'm at his rear.

"No..." he whimpers.

His pucker clenches. Fuck, he's so tight. So sensitive.

So inviting.

I'd fuck him right here and now, but I need a few more minutes before I can rouse my libido for a second round. Instead, I shift to the foot of the bed and pull his legs together. Holding his ankles in one hand, I lift them up and rest them against my shoulder. As I lean forward, I force his back to arch so his dick points towards his face. With my free hand, I jerk him off.

He whimpers as I extort a forced erection from him, but I'm determined for him to have his own fun for the second time tonight. At least this time he'll be awake to experience it. His throbbing cock is rock hard in my skillful hands. Precum leaks all over my hands, lubricating each tight pump of his shaft.

His eyes are closed and he grits his teeth. He shifts his hips, trying to escape the inevitable climax.

"You're holding back. Just relax."

He refuses to listen. But my hands grope his balls and stroke his length. I pump his cock until his skin is red and raw. Then I feel his hips buck and his cock clench. Jet after jet of cum shoots out from his manhood, and I aim them at his face. They coat his head, eyes, and mouth, turning his fluffy fur into sticky wads. I milk him until his balls are emptied over his face, then I extract the last drops of seed with my hand. Then I lower his legs back onto the bed.

"You enjoyed that, huh?"

Smirking, I wipe my cum-soaked hands all over his face, smearing his seed all over him. He scrunches up his face and twists away. I realise that blood is dripping from his noise; I might've fucked his face too hard.

I shrug and smear the rest of the cum across my dick, jerking myself off for a second round. This time, my target is his ass. I take a pair of scissors from my bag and cut the cable tie so one of his hands is free. Then I lift his side and flip him over on the bed. He screams as his arm twists the cable tie tighter around his wrists, but he quietens down into sobbing after a while.

He's trembling. I slide my cum-coated fingers down his rear crack, lubing it up. I explore his valley, rubbing his taint until I find his pucker.

"Please..." he says softly.

I push one finger into his clenched hole, sliding it in and out. Then a second finger enters. He's struggling to take it, but I'm determined to wreck his ass tonight. I force a third finger into his virgin ass, gently thrusting as I spread my fingers open inside him.

"Oww, oww..." he groans.

He needs to take my fingers now, or my cock will be too big for his unaccustomed tailhole when it's time. I push in a fourth finger and immediately feel the tension of his pucker gripping my digits together.

"Relax and take it all in."

He's not listening, but I spread my fingers apart anyway.

"Nfhfh!"

He struggles, pressing himself deeper into the bed as he tries to escape. I thrust harder, sinking my fingers deeper into him until his pucker is almost swallowing my knuckles. Then I push in and out, easing him into the girth he'll be expecting from me.

After a few minutes of trying to loosen him up, I realise we're going nowhere. He's trying to force me out with his clenching and squeezing. I'm loosening him up so it'll be easier to take my cock, but if he's going to be like that, then I'll just give it to him straight. I get on top of him, resting my butt on his hamstrings. My cock slides into his anal cleft and I angle its tip towards his pucker.

"I don't want this. Please let me go."

I push my tip into his hole. He squirms, trying to shake me off, but I push deeper into him. Then I lean forward so that my chest is resting on his back, pinning him down. His warm body presses against mine. I wrap my arms around his chest and hold him close.

"P-please, don't do this. I'll do anything."

I thrust. He screams. But I give in to my lustful desires and abuse his ass like the fucksleeve it is. His body rocks in time with mine with each plunge. He clenches in an attempt to force me out, but it's all in vain. My cock grinds against his muscles, rubbing it raw. I'm huffing and sweating with all the energy I'm exerting.

"Help! Someone, please! Help me!"

I wrap my arm around his neck and squeeze. He gasps for air and his free hand tries to pry my arm off.

"Shut up, or I'll choke you."

He whimpers reluctantly and I let go. For good measure, I punch him on the side of his head and he stifles a yelp. Then I focus on ploughing through his tailhole. I'm in ecstasy. His warm body squeezes against mine. I feel his firm muscles and shapely form. His soft fur rubs against my skin. I feel his tunnel grip my throbbing manhood.

The more he struggles, the more painful it'll be for him. Yet, he still chooses not to relax and accept my length. But I'm not complaining; his clenching feels good against my cock. He clutches his pillow and blankets against his chest, enduring the agonising abuse of his ass. I wrap my jaws around his trapezius muscles and bite hard. He lets out a tortured gasp but dare not protest.

I move my hand down to his abs. With each dive into him, I feel my cock force a bulge in his stomach. No wonder he's in pain: I'm filling him out and rearranging his insides. But he'll be fine. I'm so close to a climax.

I thrust and thrust and thrust, feeling my libido rise. My long-denied craving for Decro is finally being satisfied. All of that is going to culminate in this passionate orgasm. I can feel it. Sure, I'd enjoy it more if he was more submissive to my needs, but it feels good dominating the pup. I'm close. So fucking close.

With a roaring gasp, I unleash my liquid lust into him. I buck my hips with each pump, filling him up with copious loads of cum. Then I collapse on him, crushing him beneath my weight. He's still clenching, milking every last drop of my seed. This feels so damn good. Decro's back rises and falls with each laboured breath he takes, pushing against me with his body heat. I take it all in.

I spend the next few minutes recovering, then I slowly get up. I pull my soft cock out of him, leaving behind a trail of sticky cum. His gape reveals his warm and gooey insides. I lick my lips.

Without warning, he kicks me away. I stumble back, stunned. He scrambles off the bed and dashes out the door. I look at the bedpost: the wolf had rubbed the cable tie back and forth, melting the plastic until it snapped.

Oh well. I was going to let him wash up and sleep after this anyway, so it's no loss to me. I get to my feet and head into the corridor. The front door is open; he had run out of the house naked. Naked and dripping with cum. My cum. Somehow, I feel a proud satisfaction at the idea of him on the streets with my warm seed dripping out of his rear.

I lock the door and return to Decro's room. When I turn on the lights, I'm greeted with a mess. His bedsheets are unmade from his kicking and struggling. His pillows and blankets are soaked with tears, drool, and cum, accompanied by patches of blood. I pack up my duffle bag and leave the room in its untidy state. After stashing my bag, I return to the living room. Adrenaline is still rushing through my body, so I doubt I can sleep. Instead, I sit on the couch and watch television.

Hours pass. It's 6 AM when the doorbell rings. I go to open the door. Instead of a naked Decro, I'm greeted with a police officer--a doberman--at my doorstep. Another husky police officer stands to the side, accompanying Decro. The wolf's fur is still damp from tears and caked with dried bits of cum. A large towel is draped over his shoulders, covering his body.

Fuck, I didn't think of police involvement.

The police officer asks for my name and I tell him.

"Do you know Decro?" he points to the wolf.

"Yeah, he's a tenant here."

"Are you aware of what happened to him?"

"No." I glare at Decro, wondering how much he told them. "No, officer."

"May we come in?"

"Yeah, of course."

I invite them in. The husky accompanies Decro to the washroom. My mind is fully alert, preparing to navigate this conversational minefield.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"No. Please sit down."

He points me to the couch, and we sit down. He's being very direct. I need to be careful.

"Do you know what happened to your tenant?"

Why are they asking this? Do they already know what I did? Maybe they're just asking questions to lure me into an admission of guilt. I figure my best strategy is to deny any knowledge or involvement.

"No, officer. What's wrong?"

"Decro was sexually assaulted earlier today."

I need to show concern.

"Oh, shit. That's..." I feign a look of worry. "That's fucked up. I'm sorry to hear that."

Was that enough?

"Do we know who did it?" I ask just in case. This will also allow me to know if they know it's me.

"No. He says he was assaulted in an alley. Too dark to identify the culprit."

"Ah."

Phew. The little fucker lied to protect me.

"We will investigate and keep you updated. In the meantime, keep an eye on him. He's still in shock."

"Will do, officer."

He gets up from the couch.

"We'll take our leave. Do call us if you find anything. Maybe Decro remembers something from earlier or something."

I nod and the two officers take their leave. I lock the front door and sigh in relief before returning to the couch. After a few minutes, Decro comes out of the washroom with a fresh towel wrapped around him. His fur is wet, but he looks much cleaner now.

"Decro."

I stop him before he retreats to his room. He gives me a fearful look. His ears are down and his tail is curled between his legs.

"Y-yeah?"

"Don't ever get the police involved again."

He stays silent.

"You hear me?"

"Yeah..."

"Remember, you're just a fucking runaway. You have nowhere else to go. I'm renting you a room for half the market rate around here, just so your sorry ass can afford it. But don't forget, I can kick you out on the street anytime. It's by my generosity that you're still here. You fucking owe me, you got it?"

He nods reluctantly. We stare at each other for a while.

"C-can I go now?"

"Sure."

He turns to his room.

"Wait."

"Y-yes?"

"Clean the dishes before you go to sleep."

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