Who's your daddy?
A father gets a little more than he bargained for from a fling
A lapse of judgment was all it took.
I stare, mustering up a fake smile at the she-wolf I took as my wife. She is prattling happily on about something I am too distracted to comprehend. I am unsure of what to do. My family was happy before my indiscretions. Even now, they continue that blissful existence, not knowing that at any moment, it could come crashing down due to my actions. Was it worth it?
Sure, I'd been unhappy for quite some time, but my happiness meant nothing in the face of duty. Then why did I do it? Why did I allow the tempting incubus to lead me astray from the honorable path? At the time, it sounded so rational when he explained it...
"You've already done more than most men in your situation. You experimented with your childhood friend that you didn't love and in the aftermath, a pup was conceived. You chose the honorable path, but you paid with the luster of a life that could've been. And now it shows - you don't think your family doesn't notice how you go blank with boredom? Letting yourself have a little happiness will go a long way with maintaining your facade. Live a little - with me, preferably." I remember taking his advice - letting him take the lead as we shared a night of passion, making love with a man I knew very little about. But most importantly, making love with a man. The experience became my world for the night. I knew nothing, save for the body of the young buck before me. My family was nonexistant, as were the societal pressures of alpha maledom. The night overshadowed everything else in my existence, with the sole exception of my son David's birth.
I became erect just from the thought of the lithe form whispering into my ears and coercing me with that silver tongue. He sought to ruin everything he pretended to protect - the message I got this morning was proof of that, "Come to my house tonight or I'll tell your family everything." Still, I could not bring myself to hate him. Part of me longed for this - an escape from nearly 2 decades of a life I didn't wish for. In a way, a lapse of judgment is what got me into the situation to begin with.
Of course, I had to go. Despite my feelings, a man has certain obligations upon entering in sexual contract with a female. And until my family no longer needed me, this would just be one of the burdens I would have to bear. The false smile widens a bit too much as I let my mind dally upon what this encounter might entail.
As I step into the home, Marcus is nowhere to be seen. The door was already open when I got there. I shut the door behind me and wander throughout the dark house, calling out for the sly fox.
At his point, the reader might wonder why I know where this man lives if this was a one night stand. Well reader, it may surprise you to know that my extravagant foray into the homosexual world was with one of my son's college friends. To be specific, it was with a childhood friend that just happened to remain a friend when he reached college. Creepy? A little. But he was 21 now - old enough and more than adequately consenting by any means.
A mass grabs me from behind, and I immediately use every inch of my toned physique to resist, managing to throw his arms wide and elbow him in the chest. I turn around to confront my assailant, but my vision has gone hazy and I stumble a step or two. The pungent smell of chemicals waft from beneath my nose and I pass out before I'm able to catch a glimpse.
When I regain consciousness, I immediately jerk my muscles in anticipation of confrontation. My body groans in frustration and weariness as all I earn for my efforts is a bumped head against some sort of metal framing. Recovering from the sting and humiliation, I attempt to survey my surroundings without much success. A collar is fastened to my neck and chained to the frame, restricting the radius of movement. It feels as if the same is true for my limbs, however, as they allow minimal movement. I'm suspended midair, attributing to the weariness of my muscles. A hooded muzzle is also fastened on my head - traditionally used in restraining feral wolves, but in this scenario, it limits the range of vision to a couple feet in front of me - which at this point, is nothing. I don't feel a draft around my nethers, which means I'm at least wearing underwear, but as the rest of my body is heavily furred, it's hard to discern if I'm wearing anything else.
Throughout the next couple minutes, I begin to jingle the chains, hoping to either dislodge them or catch the attention of my captor. It fails on the first count, but succeeds on the second, for I hear a door open nearby. "See, what'd I tell you?" a familiar voice calls out in a confident way.
"You weren't kidding. That looks awesome!" an even more familiar voice calls out in a voice that betrays his youth. As my son David kneels before me, I'm able to confirm his features with what little vision I'm given. "Hey, who is this guy, anyway? Are you sure he's cool with this?"
"Oh, it's alright. He's a friend of mine that recently came into knowledge of his interest," a third voice called out, the sly fox from the other night.
I try to shake my head no and cry out to stop, but the fox is now in front of me, digging that silver-laced lying tongue of his into the hood to kiss me. Partly, I'm aroused, but I resist my initial temptations for another reason - my son would become aware of my sexual encounter with his friend. Best to just remain silent and hope he doesn't notice who I am...exactly what the fox had planned, no doubt. Moreover, I'm worried about this third person. I know him - that much is certain. But his voice sounds far-removed and without visual confirmation, it's hard to guess.
"So...what do we do?" David asks nervously.
The sound of stripping can be heard in the background as the fox silently answers the question. I obviously can't confirm it, but I could feel his slick smile permeating the air.
All of a sudden my vision is masked completely by the crotch fur of the fox (a little embarrassing that I can recognize that from a single encounter) and his slowly enlarging cock is placed at the tip of my muzzle. The hood doesn't allow for me to open my mouth very widely, but I know that if I don't comply, that the situation will only get worse, so I open my muzzle for him. My mind resists the submission - in our night of lovemaking, I'd insisted on being the dominant and 'top' in our experimentations. Looking back, perhaps I should have gotten it out of the way when my son and another stranger wasn't around. Despite my mental blocks, I continue to lap at his crotch, surprisingly growing erect in my efforts.
My underwear is pulled off and a slimy but warm appendage probes my rump. I don't like the idea of being taken that way, and my tail immediately attempts to duck to cover the sensitive area, but it too has been chained. Instead, it no doubt appears as if I'm attempting to wag my tail. I prepare for the worst as a thicker, meatier appendage makes it's way in, and judging by the pain, it's quite a big one. I clench down, not wanting it to go any further, but it continues it's invasion as easily as if I were a bitch in heat. I feel deep shame at this, especially since the one invading me might be my own progeny. Unexpectedly, however, my tongue lolls out and I pant around the fox's cock, my own member pulsing in enjoyment. I am not in control of my actions and against my will, I stop resisting, allowing the long cock to hilt inside me. I whimper, knowing there is nothing I can do.
This continues on for some time, the two males taking me from both sides with surprising stamina. When I feel the knot begin to grow inside me, I fear that my son has tied me. But then, my fears are partially assuaged.
"That's so hot...but what do I do?" David asks obviously nervous and obviously not part of this 3 man coitus.
"You remember that thing you do to me?" the fox says with a little too much pleasure. The rational part of my brain doesn't like where this is going, but the part in control right now is only curious about what other way I might be stimulated.
My questions are answered a moment later with a moan from both of us as I feel my son's rump rise into my cock, impaling him into it. In a way, I'm surprised, as the fox even had trouble taking my full length. My son was able to hilt me within a minute, now riding me and moaning much like a female. I have no wish to tie with my son, but I could not help myself with all the stimulation. As my prostate is punished along with my muzzle, my loins beg for release, and I can only comply by humping into my son.
The rhythm gets faster - both males pulling completely out before slamming back in, making it exceptionally rough with the knots they're both quickly growing. I can smell the testosterone in the air as the fur behind me bends forward and bites into my shoulder, effectively giving me a breeding bite and increasing the humiliation. The male behind me speaks again, this time more passionate and uncontrolled. I can tell he is about to cum inside me, "that's right, little bitch. Who's your daddy?" It sounded much more familiar this time, but my mind is elsewhere and unable to discern.
My son beneath me moans, "you are!" his backthrusts only growing faster as I nearly freeze, the only thing that "stops" me is the sexual momentum built up. I feel the male behind me's juices flow into me and I tip over the edge, his large cock lubed by the cum and forcing his knot into me, battering my prostate and forcing me to cum inside David. As I pant and groan, thinking of what to say, it becomes irrelevant - the fox before me's knot becomes too large to allow for such things and I am only able to breath through my nose, gagging as wave after wave of fox semen pours into my muzzle.
A few moment of silence pass, marred only by the heavy breathing of the participants of the arguable orgy. Then the man behind me speaks, "how did you find out?"
I want to spout out apologies to my son, and say that this was a mistake and that it was against my will, but the damned fox cock was in the way. To my confusion, however, the conversation wasn't even pointed in my direction.
"Mom told me. She said that my 'dad' was just a friend she convinced to do the right thing. She was experimenting with everyone after you got her pregnant and disappeared in hopes that someone would believe that it was their child. Even though you disappeared, she said you came back when I was born, but she had already married him. You helped support us, you protected us and you taught us. You even gave her another child right under his nose. In the back of my mind, I always knew. After all, how could someone who doesn't enjoy a little male now and again possibly be my father?"