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First Submission

Most people have the feeling that they need to be in charge. We've got our whole culture geared to it, really- the tough, alpha male thing for men (goes extra for some species), that feminist thing about not letting men boss you around for women. (Or something. I'm not really big on the social awareness and PC stuff.) It's all about standing out, expressing yourself, taking charge, all that TV crap. Kind of silly, if you think about it. For every person who succeeds, there's going to be a lot more who fail. Every alpha needs a pack to follow them, and telling everyone to be in charge means just means no one has anyone to be in charge of.

So I don't think it's such a bad thing to know where you stand, but maybe that's the wolf in me talking. Pack instincts and all that. Some people are on the top and some people are on the bottom, and that's just the way the world works. Fight it, and you end up hurt. Embrace it, and you can enjoy yourself more than you think. It's harder than it should be for most people to accept. You usually need someone to show it to you.

We met somewhere. I think it was a party, but I can't really remember very clearly. It was a long time ago. It was bright, and noisy, there were people around, those people were drinking and talking, and that's about all I've got. We could make something up, if you like. Picture a crowd of twenty somethings milling around, holding plastic cups of beer and chatting away at each other in little groups. There'd probably be music in the background, something designed to get your heart rate up and your brain activity down. Cheesy pop music, maybe, or electronica. Whatever it was, it'd be turned up way too loud and there'd be people flailing around to it and calling that dancing. I never really understood the appeal.

If I had to make a guess, I was probably standing off in a corner somewhere shunning all social contact. This is done by scrupulously avoiding all eye contact and otherwise pretending you're a statue. A special one which moves away whenever someone looks at it for too long, or looks like they're thinking of looking at it for too long, or if just look like they're thinking of looking at it.

It also helps to have the personality of a statue and to dress as blandly as possible, but that's not a requirement. I mean, I can make small talk if I really need to. How are you. I'm fine. Yeah, it is nice outside today. What's that you say you do? Oh, how interesting. I see you're going to start with a story about it now so if you'll excuse me, I have to go stick my hand in the garbage disposal.

Most of the time it seems so pointless. I don't even remember why I was even there in the first place. Maybe a friend dragged me to it, or maybe I just started hating myself for being antisocial enough that I was willing to go out and pretend to enjoy myself instead of actually enjoying myself.

The only thing that really stood out, I guess, was him. Me, I'm not really the kind of guy who stands out. I'm just another gray-furred wolf, blending into a gray, uniform pack. Average weight, average build, average shoe size, you get the picture. If you were going to remember me for anything, it wasn't going to be looks. Although, to be honest, you probably just weren't going to remember me, and I'd prefer it that way anyway.

He was a wolf, too, but that's about where the similarity ends. He was definitely not average. Not like he was weird, or anything. I mean, he was, somewhat, but I didn't find that out until later. He just stood out. He was big, for one. Tall, and built thick and strong like a linebacker. His fur was a deep, glossy black that stood out in the crowded room like a lump of coal.

He walked around like he owned the place, and I don't think the owners would have objected if he'd said he did. He moved like a predator. Well, technically, all predators move like predators, but he moved like a predator. Most of us just sort of walk somewhere and hope we'll get there eventually. He strode across the floor with a glint in his eye that reminded everyone he had a mouth full of very, very sharp teeth.

I leaned back against the wall and watched him as passed by. I don't think I was the only one, either. He turned heads like magnets. Not because he was inspiring, or charming, or particularly attractive. He definitely looked good, just not the kind of handsome that wins awards. (That's better, though, you know? Those Abercrombie and Fitch models are hot, sure, but they're so fake and airbrushed that being attracted to them is kind of like being attracted to a sex doll.) But there was a forcefulness to him that made you look twice, or three times, or more.

He flowed from one conversation to another, never staying in one place for more than a minute or so. Just long enough to get off a couple of jokes, a little bit of meaningless banter, then he was off to someone else. Most of them turned to stare as he left.

I watched him for a good twenty minutes or so before he noticed me. I think. For all I know, he noticed me first. Either way, I almost jumped out of my skin when he looked me in the eye.

He strode over. He was almost a foot taller than me, and I shrank back into the wall when he reached me. One hand was tucked neatly into his pocket. He leaned against the wall with the other one, looming over me.

"Hey, you."

Small talk with strangers or acquaintances is one thing. Big, sexy wolves are another.

I gulped. "Y-yeah?"

He grinned. "Caught you staring."

"I, I wasn't- I mean, I just-"

"It's fine. I don't mind."

He looked at me like he was sizing up a deer or a rabbit (a feral one, if you're wondering), and I went quiet.

We paused for ten, twelve seconds while I stood still under his shadow and he stood there like a carnivorous tree. I was thinking of quietly slipping away, when he spoke.

"You're coming with me."

I didn't really know what to say, so I didn't really say anything. Just stood there, mouth flopping open like a beached whale.

He grabbed my hand, and I dropped the drink I'd been nursing for the last hour. The cheap plastic cup tumbled to the floor, and beer pooled on the carpet. I silently apologized to the host. My heart pounded so hard I could almost hear it.

"What are you-"

"Shh." He held a finger up to my mouth and winked.

I felt him effortlessly pull me closer to him. He smelled raw, rich and powerful, and I took a deep whiff of him involuntarily as pried me away from the wall.

We started walking. He navigated the tangled crowd easily, and I followed him like a dog on a leash. I felt so strange. Curious and calm and excited and eager all at once. Seconds later, we were at the door. "Let's get out of here," he said, flashing me a toothy grin. I smiled weakly back.

"Hey, I don't even know who you-"

"Doesn't matter." He shrugged as he grabbed his jacket.

It didn't, at that. He could have told me he was a serial killer, and I would have gone with him anyway.

He knew it, too. We walked out the front door without saying a word to anyone. Briefly, I wondered if I should tell the host I was leaving, but he was already pulling me down the driveway. I had to jog to keep up.

Suddenly, he stopped next to a small sedan. I stumbled into him.

He glared at me. "Watch it."

"Sorry." I looked away, embarrassed. I wasn't really sure what was going on here, but I felt like I'd already screwed something up.

He opened the passenger side door, and I got in without saying another word. The inside of his car was musky and sharp. Clothes were piled untidily in the backseat. Gym shorts and t-shirts, mostly, and some socks balled up and tossed in the corner. My nose twitched at the scent.

He climbed in, and I was promptly hit in the face with a wifebeater.

"Oops. Sorry." He chuckled.

It smelled like the rest of the car, thick with his sweat and his scent, and I took deep, panting breaths as it slowly slid off my face. It slipped off into my lap and I saw him watching me with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"It's okay," I said, staring straight ahead. He was obviously teasing me, and I didn't feel like giving him the satisfaction of knowing how hot that got me right now.

He started the car, and we left. The streetlights flashing by and the hum of the car were hypnotic. I closed my eyes, and took a few, deep shuddering breaths. I lay like that for a little while, soaking in his scent.

Then I felt a pressure on my thigh and my eyes fluttered half-open. His arm brushed over my legs. I caught a hazy glimpse of a hand reaching for the erection I didn't realize I had. He patted it, gently, like he was petting a dog, and I squirmed at the touch. He rubbed a finger over the tip and stroked downwards over the length of my shaft. I heard him laugh softly.

"You get worked up fast, huh?"

I blushed, and my ears went down flat against my head. I would have been more embarrassed about the erection, but he made it seem perfectly normal.

"It's okay," he said. He patted me on the head. "I think it's cute."

He reached for my cock again, and I didn't stop him.

We spent the rest of the ride like that. He stroked me gently through my jeans with one hand while I squirmed and panted in the sweaty, scent soaked car. It was more a tease than anything, but by the time we arrived, there was a spreading wet stain on my pants. I blushed thinking about whether anyone had noticed him fondling my cock on the way over, the tips of my ears burning bright red.

"We're here!" he cheerfully announced. I whimpered a little as he lifted his hand away from my dick, giving it one more little pat as he did. We were at a two story house on the edge of the suburbs, complete with a clipped and manicured lawn.

He got out of the car, and I followed suit. I was a little unsteady on my feet from the ride and the dripping bulge in my pants, but I followed him to the front door and we entered.

I stood nervously to the side as he closed it behind us. There was a heavy click as it shut. Then the lights came on, and I noticed there was a keyhole on the inside as well; I wouldn't be able to leave without the key. For the first time, I was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea.

I didn't get much of a chance to consider it, though. The wolf was already dragging me upstairs.

"H-hey, wait." My protests was completely ignored. I wasn't sure if he even heard them. I tugged weakly against his grip, but his muscles weren't just for show. It was like pulling against a brick wall. In a few seconds, we were in the master bedroom.

He closed and locked that door, too, and my cock jerked a little in my pants. I didn't know whether to be turned on or terrified.

The room itself was painted light red, and heavy curtains covered the large window. There was a wardrobe in the corner, the door hanging slightly ajar. It gave off a sharp, chemical smell. On the other side of the room, there was a dresser next to a bed, a mirror showing the two wolves who had just entered. The bed itself was a little bit like a metallic four poster bed, but with a grid replacing the posts at the head. Bars connected the tops of the posts instead of a canopy, giving the whole thing a towering, ominous look.

I heard a playful growl beside me.

"Now... strip."

There was just the barest hint of a threat in his voice. I froze.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at me expectantly.

Nervously, I tugged at the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing my soft, creamy belly fur. I dropped my shirt without a word, jamming my hands into my pockets. I dipped my muzzle to the side, not daring to look him in the eye. I didn't know if he was expecting a show or something. If he was, I didn't know how to give it to him. The thought worried me.

He didn't seem to care, though. He glanced at my bare chest, and smiled. I could see his erect tail start to wag slowly as I took my pants off.

I slowly unbuckled my pants and let them slide off in a crumpled pile around my ankles, and blushed. Just my underwear was left, but it tented obscenely outwards. Most of the front half was soaked in my pre, too. I grabbed the wet and musky boxers and gently pulled them down around my jutting penis, giving quick glances in his direction. My cock and balls, finally, slid free, swinging gently as I shifted uncomfortably. I looked down at my feet.

"Nice," he said. He licked his lips.

"T-thanks." I didn't really get that a lot. I was in okay shape, but nothing special. Even down there, I could really only be described as average.

I heard a rustle of fabric and looked up. He was undressing, too. It took him about three seconds. Unlike me, he had the physique of an athlete. His muscles were sharp and well-used, and they were visible even under his thick fur. His sheath matched the rest of his build, bulging outward like it could barely contain his soft cock. His balls hung down halfway to his knees, dangling like grapefruit, and my mouth went dry. He was hung like a horse. A very, very attractive horse, walking slowly towards me with a glimmer in his eye, and I nearly wet myself in two different ways.

He towered in front of me, wearing nothing but a smile. This close, I could smell the old sweat and musk rising from his body. I started panting again, breathing in as deeply as I could. His scent drove me crazy. It was so deep, so richly and uniquely male, and I whined like a puppy as I jumped forward to bury my muzzle in his thick chest fur.

"Down, boy." He grinned, reaching out with a calloused paw. He pushed me down, my muzzle sliding down through his fur and across his hardened body. I fell to my knees, staring directly at his monstrous sheath and balls. I raised a paw up to touch them, but he grabbed it before I could blink.

"Do you want a treat, puppy?" I whined, as much because he wouldn't let me play with them as because he was talking to me like a dog. I couldn't think straight; the blood was all going somewhere else right now.

"You're going to have to do a few tricks for me first. Let's start with 'stay.'" He strolled away from and sat down on the end of the bed, balls swinging gently against the metal frame. He smiled.

"Now, down. On your hands and knees." Face burning, I fell forward and turned to face him on all fours. An inch or two of his deep red cock poked out of his massive sheath as he slapped his thighs with his hands.

"Come here, boy! Come!"

A huge grin showed how much he was enjoying my humiliation. And, to my horror, I was enjoying it too. I could feel my tail start to wag back and forth playfully, hanging low between my legs, like a pet dog greeting its master. I crawled over, stopping between his big paws. My cock was as hard as ever, and I left a trail of clear, sticky fluid on the carpet.

"I might have to make you clean that up later," he smirked.

My nose was only an inch or two away from his stiffening rod, and I whined again. How low was he going to make me sink?

"One last thing," he said. He pointed down to his feet. "Kiss 'em."

Blushing furiously, I leaned down to his left foot and sniffed at it. It was as tangy and musky as I expected, and the scent sent a shiver down my spine. I pressed my lips against the rough sole of his foot and gave it a quick kiss. I did the same for the other, giving it a little lick at the end. The taste was salty and tangy.

"No improvising, puppy. Good dogs do exactly as they're told." My ears burned. I was strangely disappointed by his rebuke.

"That's enough, though. I think you've earned your treat."

I looked up, and saw that he was fully hard, and bigger than even his sheath had indicated. The throbbing organ hung over my head like a branch. It was at least as long, and as wide, as my forearm. The knot, not even fully hard, was as thick as my fist and pulsing with thick, purple veins.

I sat up on my knees again and wrapped my hands around the throbbing, pulsing organ. It didn't even really occur to me until then that I'd never done this before. But giving a blowjob couldn't be that hard, right? Tentatively, I started rubbing the base of has cock with my paws, rubbing my fingers against the sensitive spots around the knot. I'd masturbated enough to do passably at a handjob, at least.

As I was about to give the tip of his penis a questioning lick, he grabbed my head and moved the tip of his gargantuan cock towards my panting muzzle. I started licking frantically, giving a little whimper. There was no way the whole thing would fit, but if he wanted to try, I didn't think I could stop him.

The licking calmed him down a little. He started panting, and his tongue lolled out the side of his mouth. He started scratching the top of my head, behind the ears.

"Good boy," he said. I squirmed a little in embarrassment. The way he talked to me like a pet was starting to get to me. I'd already done things I'd never admit to telling anyone, and everything he did rubbed it in.

I kept licking, and felt little spurts of pre start to drip out of the tip of his cock. It was warm and bitter and sticky, and the reality of what I was doing started to sink in a little through the lust. I was still locked inside here, which should have been a pretty big red flag. And he'd basically kidnapped me from the party. Not to mention the things he was making me do. Part of my mind screamed at me to stop, to run away, but it was drowned out by the rest of me which just wanted more of the dominant male's massive organ.

And I was going to get it. Soon, despite my best efforts, he was tired of my fumbling attempts at fellatio, and I felt him thrust his cock forward. He was putting it in. I tried to pull back, but his hands gripped my head like a vice. I opened my jaws as wide as I could. Even so, it was still a stretch. His dick stretched my muzzle wider than I'd ever tried to open it before, and I moaned around his thick shaft.

It was only about halfway in by the time it hit the back of my throat. I couldn't do much except whimper and moan, but I stayed rock hard as he fucked my face. He worked up a rhythm, rocking back and forward, stopping just shy of making me gag each time. He knew what he was doing, even if I didn't.

I was more aroused than ever. The taste of his dick was overwhelming, thick and smoky and musky. My tongue flicked out, chasing his cock every time he pulled out, trying to keep the taste of the pulsating shaft and thick pre-cum on my tongue. I could barely swallow fast enough to keep up. His pre dripped down the sides of my muzzle and ran down my neck. My own dick was throbbing, standing tall even as it was dwarfed by the one claiming my muzzle. My own pre leaked out, coating my cock and balls in my own juices. I took a hand away from pleasuring his thrusting cock to grip my own.

He growled. "No. Bad dog." I whimpered, reluctantly pulling my hand away. A sly grin crossed his face. "Good dogs don't cum without their master's permission."

My ears went flat against my skull. I'd never felt as humiliated as I did at that moment. I'd also never felt as desperately, furiously horny.

We went like that for a while, him fucking my muzzle open while his pre dripped down my throat and me sitting there squirming around it while I leaked like a broken faucet. Eventually, he seized me by the ears and gave a final, powerful thrust. I felt the tip of his cock go down my throat and I gagged while he let out a hoarse barking sound. I felt his wolfhood pulse, powerfully, and a flood of sticky white cum burst out the tip and down my throat. The first few spurts went straight down my throat. Halfway through, he pulled his cock out, and I felt his thick cum splash on my tongue. It tasted like his pre-cum, but infinitely more powerful. Despite his command, I could barely stop from reaching down to jerk off.

The last few spurts went all over my face, and I blushed. Before I could think, my tongue flicked out and licked some of the wolf's juices off my face.

He laughed. "Like it that much, huh? I thought you'd be a good one. You looked pretty horny when you were eyeballing me back there."

I just sat there, dick throbbing, as his cum soaked into my fur, and whimpered.

He rested his still hard cock on top of my used muzzle. I had to struggle to keep it from driving my head to the floor. Then he grabbed my ears, and used them to wipe his massive member clean of the sticky cum and saliva.

I lay there, dazed, my face even messier than before. I made an attempt to reach for my painfully hard penis again, but a deep growl stopped me.

"Stay."

I froze as he walked away towards the wardrobe and flung the doors open. The open doors and the wolf's own broad body blocked my view of the insides, but the rich smell of leather and the chemical scent of latex filled my nostrils. He fumbled around for a bit, then closed the doors again and turned around.

He was holding a thick, leather collar. He crooked a finger towards me and made a beckoning motion.

"Come," he said.

I started to get up, but he wagged his finger and grinned. "Hands and knees, boy."

I almost couldn't take it, but I kept my rage in check. For one, I didn't know what he'd do if I didn't listen, and I was kind of stuck here. For another, this was still infuriatingly hot. So I crawled over, not daring to make eye contact.

"Good boy." As I reached his feet, he leaned over and wrapped the collar around my neck. I felt him tighten it, and I shiver swept over my body at the pressure around my neck. And for a third time tonight, I heard a click, and I saw him dangle a key from his finger. He'd locked it. Around my neck.

He casually opened the wardrobe and tossed the key somewhere in its dark depths. He reached back in, pulling out a pair of worn leather cuffs, and stared meaningfully at me.

Trapped or not, I was at my breaking point. I backed away, slowly. A part of my brain noted, with amusement, that I was still down on all fours.

"L-listen," I said. "I'm really sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I think I'm done. I, uh, had a lot of fun, but I think I'd like to-"

In two steps, he'd caught up with me, and he lifted me up by the scruff of my neck.

"Ow!" I twisted and turned in his grip, but it wasn't really a contest. He snapped the cuffs around my wrists and pulled my arms around behind me. A second later, he'd locked them that way, leaving my hands pinned uncomfortably behind my back.

"Don't buy it." He snorted. "You left the party. You got in the car, and my house. You were so desperate for cock you did tricks just for the chance to suck my dick."

He smirked. "Hell, you even crawled over and let me lock a collar on your neck when I asked you to." I squirmed in his grip again. Was I really that much of a bitch?

"If you want, though," he continued, "I'll give you a chance to stop."

He let go, and I sighed with relief. The wolf reached down to his discarded pants and pulled out two keys, then walked over to the door of the room. I heard him fumble for a moment, then saw the door swing open.

"There you go," he said. "Door's open." He tossed another key on the ground. "That one's for the front door. If you want to leave, now's the time."

I walked over to my clothes, before realizing something very important.

"My, uh, hands are still-"

"Take it or leave it," he said, grinning. "That's the only key you get."

I stopped. I walked over to his bed and sat down, giving him a murderous glare.

"You seriously expect me to go out like this?"

I was still naked, with cum splattered all over my face. Excuse me, nearly naked- I had a collar locked around my neck and cuffs around my wrists. Plus, I didn't even drive here. How the hell was I supposed to get home?

"Sure. I think it suits you." I could hear him holding back a laugh. He was enjoying himself, at least.

"I wouldn't be too concerned about embarrassing yourself in public, though," he said. He walked over to me, arms akimbo.

"Not that I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy it," he teased.

I growled.

"Stop that." He swatted me on the nose, and I stopped with a sharp whine.

"No, I'm pretty sure you're going to stay here, and beg me to tie you up some more and fuck you." He sat down next to me.

"Yeah? And why do you think that?" I looked away, quietly fuming.

Then I felt a soft tickling over my cock, and gasped.

He grinned. "Because you pretty obviously want this. You've been hard the whole time we've been talking. And dripping."

He patted me on the head again. "If we kept this up, I bet we could even get you to cum without being touched."

He got up, and walked towards the open door.

"So. Last chance. You can walk out this door, and go home." He paused. "Actually, you'd probably get picked up by the police first, and I bet you wouldn't want to explain how this happened."

"Or you can stay right where are, and let me do whatever I want to you until I let you go."

I felt my dick throb again, and another spurt of pre dribbled down my already soaking wet cock.

He reached for the door. "Three... two... one... now or never..."

I didn't move as I watched it creak slowly shut. It clicked, and he reached down to lock it again. He tossed both keys on the dresser, and I mentally cursed. The room started to spin slowly around me.

What had I done? He'd given me a chance to get out, unappealing as it was, and I let it slip by. I'd let him tie me up, cum on my face, make me do humiliating tricks for him, and now browbeat me into letting him humiliate and fuck me even more. For an indeterminate period of time, during which I'd have no chance to leave because I'd probably be trussed up like a turkey the whole time. I... I...

"I've got work on Monday," I mumbled.

"If you're a good boy, I won't make you call in sick." He opened the wardrobe. Looking back over his shoulder, he flashed me another toothy grin. "And if you're really bad, I'll make you tell them what actually happened."

I gulped. No way. There was no way he'd actually do that, would he? Thinking back on what had just happened, though, I decided that I didn't really want to test him.

He pulled out another pair of cuffs, with a metal bar in the middle. I recognized it as a spreader bar. He also pulled out a pair of what looked like thick, leather gloves and a hood made out of the same material, along with a leash.

"I'll have to punish you for your hesitation later," he said, tossing them onto the bed. I winced. "Now stay."

He walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a large, bright red dildo. And by large, I mean about half the size of his own massive erection. He brought them over to the bed. I stayed put, like he told me to.

Then he flipped me over and pushed me down. I did a faceplant into the fortunately soft bed. "Mmmph." I mumbled quietly into the soft bed sheets.

He ignored my protest, and quickly buckled the spreader bar around my ankles. Next, I felt him attach the leash to my collar, and he quickly locked it to the middle of the spreader bar. I was left stuck, face down, ass sticking up, with my hands tied behind my back. My cock hung suspended and ignored in midair, still hard and dripping.

"I think I'm tired of your squeaking, too." He grabbed my head. "Any last words?"

"Just- mmph!"

As soon as I opened my mouth, he stuffed something rough and dry in. The taste clued me into the fact that he'd just stuffed his own dirty underwear into my muzzle, and I whimpered as the musky taste made my cock throb again. He wasn't done, though. He dangled a pair of his socks in front of me. He pulled them over my muzzle, and my nose was overwhelmed with the scent of his sweat. On top of that, he pulled a real muzzle on, one of the ones you use for dogs, and buckled and locked it closed. I wriggled and squirmed as much as I could in my bonds.

"That should do it. No more complaining and second thoughts now." He tapped me lightly on the nose, and I huffed through the pungent socks. He winked. "I've been wearing those for a week. Enjoy."

The smell was driving me crazy. Or crazier, I guess, and I didn't object when I felt a cold, wet pressure under my tail. I shuddered as I felt him rub the lubricant around the outside of my asshole with a rough finger. He stroked lightly, teasingly, and I squirmed and wiggled. I felt the tip of a claw pop in and shivered in anticipation. My tail wagged slowly back and forth.

He growled at me. "Keep that thing out of the way."

I whined in acknowledgment and lifted my tail up as I high as I could, giving him free access to my hindquarters. He took advantage of it to slip a finger in, roughly, and I gasped through the socks around my muzzle. Slowly, he pushed a second finger in, then a third. I moaned as I felt them stretch my tight anal ring. I wasn't a stranger to it, exactly. I'd never actually had anal sex before, but, well, there was a box full of toys in my closet which begged to differ.

"We'll start small," he said. "I think you'll want a little more warm-up before you take me."

I would have nodded, if I could. I'd never taken anything nearly as big as the wolf before. I didn't even want to think about how big his knot was, if he decided to tie.

Instead, I let myself enjoy the pressure filling my ass as he slowly worked his fingers in and out. Suddenly, I felt them replaced by something quite a bit larger and cooler. It was the tip of the toy he'd picked up earlier, I gathered. It slid in smoothly, gradually widening my puckered ring as I panted through my gag and let out soft moans.

I felt it sink in, an inch at a time, pushing away the soft flesh and guts which were normally there. I clenched down, trying to squeeze down enough that I could finally cum, but he went at it slowly enough that I could stretch comfortably, and too slowly to possibly bring me to a climax.

Eventually, he reached the knot, and I felt him pause for a second before roughly shoving it knot in. I yelped through my gag.

"Just keeping you awake," he said, ruffling my chest. I didn't really mind. I knew it was still nothing compared to the monster that was coming up next. The shaft alone was probably thicker than the knot that just went in.

After a minute or so, he slowly pulled the knot out, and I groaned, arching my back. Just as I started to breathe in relief, though, he pushed it back in, causing me to give a little yip. He was fucking me with the knot. I stretched painfully around it with each thrust, the sensation causing a burst of burning pleasure while it pushed against my prostate. My cock leaked like a broken faucet, this time dripping onto the bed sheets. It was too much. I whined and started humping the air, until he grabbed me painfully by the tail.

"That's my cue," he chuckled. "Wouldn't want you to pop before I even stick it in you."

He ripped the dildo out one last time, causing another burst of pre to spurt from my dick. I wasn't empty for long, though. Almost immediately, he replaced it with the tapered tip of his own gargantuan member. I yelped as he thrust forward roughly, burying a couple inches of his fat cock into my ass. My ass clenched down hard, protesting against the sudden intrusion of something so much bigger than before.

"Better loosen up," he said. "It's not going to be pretty otherwise."

I gritted my teeth and tried to follow his advice. Slowly, I felt my ring relax and accept the oversized wolf cock spreading my insides as he shoved it in me.

I felt a pressure on my back, and I saw his muzzle hover over mine. He gripped my hip with one hand, using the other to balance. His hand grabbed me tightly enough to break the skin through my fur. I didn't care, at that point. The stinging just added to the fun

The impossibly large cock continued to slide into me. It was so hard, so unbelievably huge. I felt a little pop inside as he slid past my second sphincter. I thought my ass was going to burst.

"Halfway there," he said, panting into my ear.

I moaned. This was only half of it?

He continued to slide into me, and I whined and cried like a puppy. He paid no attention to me, continuing to slide his dick into my overstuffed guts. I didn't have a safeword. Should I have asked for a safeword? No, even if I'd had one, I wouldn't have used it. For all I knew he was going to end up hurting me pretty badly, but I was so lost in a haze of lust that all I wanted was for him to take me, claim me like a bitch. I thrust backwards, pushing his cock just a little bit further inside as I bit down hard on the dirty boxers in my maw.

He snarled, and gave one more hard thrust forward as I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I felt his hips lock against mine, heavy balls swing into my much smaller ones. He was finally all the way in. I felt a sharp pain just above my shoulder on my neck, and I realized he was biting me. He rested on top of me, and it was all I could do to hold him up.

Suddenly, he pulled out, and I yelped as my insides collapsed back in on themselves. He was done stretching me out; he was fucking for real now.

He gave short, hard thrusts at first, just half his penis or so fitting inside at once, grinding furiously against my prostate. My dick pulsed in time to each thrust, flicking drops of pre-cum everywhere. I whimpered. I wanted him to touch me so badly, give me the last little stroke that would push me over the edge, but he was too busy concentrating on his own pleasure to worry about mine.

Gradually, he thrust deeper and deeper, and I pushed back against him each time as much as I could. He was pushing against something deep inside me, grinding up against some organ or knot of nerves which sent waves of gut-wrenching pleasure through my body. At the same time, I could feel my overstretched anal muscles ache and burn, and I moaned again into my gag. He, in turn, clenched my hips even harder, and I felt the fiery pain of more little puncture wounds.

Eventually, he thrust his whole cock in my at once, all god knows how many inches of it. Every animalistic thrust shifted something inside me, every second his elephantine cock stretched my sphincter and hammered my prostate made me convulse in my bonds. Just one touch on my dick, one little extra puff of air would have sent me over the edge, but it never came.

I felt his knot growing as he slammed into me, larger than I thought possible. My tailhole was already stretched to its limits. Any more and I imagined I'd pop like a balloon, or at least part of me would, but impossibly, he found room. His knot swelled to the size of a grapefruit--a big one--and it lodged firmly into my overstretched rectum. I could barely breathe. There was just too much cock and not enough me. My body screamed at me, told me something was seriously wrong and that I needed to escape, to pull away from the massive organ which was starting to blot out my senses. He grunted, feeling a tie begin and his knot lock behind me spasming anal ring. Then he started to pull out.

I screamed, feeling the huge knot tear its way out of my anus. He chuckled, and I felt the fur on his hand just barely brush the tip of my cock before pulling away. I was sure something had ripped, but I felt the same fiery pain again as he pushed the full knot right back in. He thrust his own immense knot into my ass the same way he'd done with the toy, letting it pop in and out until I could barely feel anything anymore, just an intense stinging and pressure inside me.

Finally, he gave one last heroic thrust and buried his cock in me for good. He came, flooding my bowls with his searing hot wolf seed. I felt it sink deep in me as he released my neck and gave me a surprisingly tender lick on my ear. His knot remained buried in me, though, and it trapped his thick cum inside my gut. I panted as much as I could through my richly scented gags.

And I still hadn't cum. I whimpered again, humping the air to show my distress.

He just laughed, and raised his free hand in front of my face. He'd cupped it, and I could see a pool of viscous, white liquid resting in his palm. It was dripping with cum. My cum. The knot fucking at the end had milked me dry without ever letting me feel an orgasm.

"That's the first part of your punishment," he said. I whined as he let the cum dribble out his hand onto the socks still wrapped around my muzzle. Especially over my nose. Now not only did I smell his sweat and musk, but my own cum, and I felt myself get even hornier. I would have clenched down on his knot, tried to wring a little bit of extra pressure to push me over the edge, but my ass was already stretched beyond its limits. My muscles just couldn't move. He wiped the little bit of cum that remained off on my cheeks and neck, rubbing more cum into my already filthy face.

He wasn't done yet, though. Even with his knot tied tightly in me, he started to thrust back and forth. I winced, expecting him to pull out and rip my ass open again, but he just thrust with the couple of inches he had left. Either he thought I'd been punished enough, or it was too intense for him to try again so soon, too.

It was slower, but just as brutal as before. I was exhausted. My tail hung down, or would have if it weren't pinned to my back by the wolf lying on top of me. My eyes fluttered closed as the enormous member started to fuck me again. My cock was as hard as ever, though, even after the milking. I felt my gut muscles twitch occasionally, trying to push the invading organ out, but they were so stretched that they couldn't apply any force. All I could do was moan and desperately hump the air, hoping he'd relent and give me the orgasm I'd waited all night for.

Unsurprisingly, though, he didn't. He just rutted me furiously, and I just lay there squirming under him. He panted softly as he scratched my ears. "Good bitch."

Finally, he came again, and his cum flooded my insides. His second load made me feel full and stretched, almost bloated, and I collapsed. We lay like that for ten minutes or so, with him draped across my exhausted body forcing me to support his weight, before his knot went down enough that he could pull out without hurting either of us. Even so, I could still feel my ass gaping obscenely after he slipped his slowly softening cock out from under my tail. He could, too. Idly, he pushed his fist in, and I barely felt it graze against the sides of my stretched out anus. I wondered how long it would take to go back to normal. Or if it even would.

My whole backside was a sticky, slimy mess. The fur was matted and tangled with drying pre-cum and lube, and his cum now dribbled out of my overstretched asshole down my taint. It even managed to dribble down across my aching cock and balls. A few drops of his cum even dripped from the tip of my penis onto the bed.

He stood and grabbed my twitching tail, using it wipe the last of the cum and anal juices off his cock. At that point, I didn't even care. I just wanted to cum, or failing that, pass out.

Yet again, he had other plans.

"Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," he said, gently scratching my back. It was pretty much the only clean part of me left, and even that was soaked through and through with his sweat and saliva. Every inch of me smelled like him. "Even if you didn't get to orgasm," he added with a wink.

I growled under my breath, softly enough that he couldn't hear it.

"I'm going to go take a shower," he said. "It's so nice to be clean, don't you think? If cum dries in your fur, it takes forever to get the smell out." He smirked. I just closed my eyes in defeat.

I had almost drifted off to sleep, despite my uncomfortable position, when he finished his shower.

"Almost forgot," he said. "There's still the rest of your punishment to consider."

My eyes snapped open. He was standing in front of me holding the rest of the bondage equipment he'd taken out of the wardrobe, along with a canine dildo almost as big as his own member.

He moved around behind me and secured the leather mitts on my hands, locking them away for at least the rest of the weekend. He moved back around to the front, holding the leather hood. He unbuckled the muzzle. The socks, however, stayed on, and he slipped the heavy leather hood on top of them. I felt the socks squelch as he pulled the hood over them, squeezing a little bit of cum into my nostrils.

The hood, of course, was also locked, and I found that it blocked my vision and hearing. I couldn't see anything at all, and I could barely hear. The only senses that really worked were smell and taste, and all I could smell and taste were the musk and cum of me and my tormentor.

I squealed as I felt him push the gargantuan dildo in me. It was, fortunately, lubricated by the cum still dripping out of my anus, but it was impossible to take something that size comfortably. The knot popped in me, and I writhed and moaned again. It was too intense. I didn't know how long I could last with something that big in me, and I tried to tell him that, to get him to pull it out before I went crazy. Instead, I felt some tugging around my waist and the dildo was pushed even further into me. And no matter how hard I pushed, it wouldn't budge. He'd attached some kind of harness to me to keep it there.

Finally, I felt something clench tightly around the base of cock, behind my knot. He'd tied something around my penis. The massive toy in my backside started buzzing, and I moaned as I felt my dick start dripping again.

Through the hood, I could barely make out his voice. "You can spend the night like this. And part of tomorrow, too. Until I get up and feel like letting you out." He chuckled. "I wasn't planning this at first, but the way you drip all over the place got me thinking that it was a shame to let all those fluids go to waste. Just so you know, there's a tube over your dick. You get to drink whatever collects in there tonight when I let you out, and you won't be let out until you do."

"I'd try not to pee, if I were you." I could almost hear him grinning.

I felt myself being picked up and carried. It made sense. You don't sleep with your pets when you're punishing them.

He set me down and gave me one last pat on the head as he walked away. "Night, puppy. See you later."

I lay uncomfortably on my chest and shoulders. My hands were tied tightly together behind my back, and locked away. My legs were spread wide, and a massive toy was locked in my ass, which was forced to rest lewdly in the air. Worse, the toy was still buzzing away relentlessly, and I couldn't stop dripping pre-cum, which I'd have to drink in the morning. I hadn't even gotten to cum.

I lay there, whimpering, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. It was going to be a long night.