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I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't help myself.

Mating season had recently arrived, and as the alpha of my pack, I was expected to choose a female for breeding purposes. Already my subordinates were pairing up, the males laying claims to females, and if necessary, participating in violent skirmishes for the sake of mating with their desired bitch. It was a time when friendships disintegrated because of bestial urges, short tempers reigned supreme, and the most important concern was the future of our pack.

Not that I didn't care about my pack's future; of course I cared. A pack needed to produce as many pups as possible in order to ensure its continuation, and I certainly recognized this. And why else would I have fought so passionately to become my pack's alpha, if I didn't have its future in mind? I just had different goals, that's all... a different way of looking at things.

"Things", in this case, referred to my subordinates' genitals. While the rest of the pack's males ripped each other to shreds in heated combat, I sat on the sidelines, unsuccessfully trying to will myself to lay claims to my own bitch. I had quite a selection to choose from. No matter which female I selected, no one would object to my choice because of my status as leader of the pack, and if they did, they knew they would face dire consequences. This was my first mating season as alpha, and I was still very young and in the prime of my strength. I could defend my choice with tooth and claw, and inevitably emerge as the victor. And yet... I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't choose a female to breed with.

Occasionally I glanced at the pack's females, sizing up my possible mates. With their muzzles twisted into sly, flirty grins, they lifted their tails ever so slightly as they strolled around the pack's territory, displaying what they had to offer. Several times I caught glimpses of a swollen vulva, ready and willing to be penetrated by a hormone-crazed male's shaft, and more than once a female lifted her tail high enough reveal her tailhole as well, although the chance of anal sex was slim to none.

Unless, of course, you happened to be the pack's alpha. If I so wished, I could choose the most attractive female in the pack, regardless of whether or not she had already been claimed by a subordinate male, and violate her in any way I saw fit, although I doubt she'd enjoy it. More than likely I'd lose respect as a leader when word got out, and I had a pretty good reputation going as it was. But I was never one to abuse power, and anyways, I wasn't quite as interested in the females' advances as my fellow males were.

Instead, I found my gaze straying to the genitals of the male wolves. I tried to stop myself, I honestly did. I reminded myself that I would surely be shunned and ostracized by my subordinates if they caught me eyeing my subordinate males, but even then, I couldn't help but sneak a furtive glance or two. Or three. Or seven.

About a week into the mating season, I finally found what I was looking for. Most of the violent bouts of fighting had subsided for the time being, as the majority of the pack's single wolves had found themselves mates, but the occasional snarl still echoed throughout the forest. A few lonesome females wandered about the pack's boundaries, still putting on their flirty displays for any passing male, but in reality they seemed rather depressed. It was every female's hope to have a litter of her own someday, multiple litters if possible, but sadly, that goal could not be obtained by every bitch in the pack.

As I was sitting by a thick patch of bushes near the edge of the pack's boundaries, lost in thought, my opportunity suddenly arrived. A lone male, slightly younger than me, approached me from behind a gnarled tree trunk, disappointment plainly plastered across his youthful features. I recognized him as the son of a lower-ranked male, probably not the first choice of most of the pack's females. Most bitches tended to be rather selective and refused to mate with a male of low status, even if they were of low status themselves, unless there were no other options. The young wolf lowered his muzzle in respect before addressing me.

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but... I still haven't had any luck in finding a mate. Most of the females are taken... Do you know of anyone who's still unmated?"

I smiled encouragingly, but if my true emotions had been revealed, it would have been plain to see that I was scrutinizing this male with lust. He was a good size and build, and rather handsome. His thick legs and strong stance gave him an appearance of power, yet his shy manner made him seem rather youthful, and cute as well. His warm, brown eyes stared timidly into mine, plainly displaying his respect and obedience for his alpha. I sensed that he would go to great lengths to follow the orders of his superiors, no matter how absurd they were. This was a good trait in a wolf of lower rank; he knew his place in the pack, and acted accordingly. His parents had raised him well.

It took me a moment to reply, as I was busy observing his appearance. "Err... As a matter of fact, I do know of a few. One in particular that I think you might be interested in." I nodded solemnly as I said this, my facial expression not betraying my true intentions just yet. I glanced at our surroundings quickly to ensure that we were alone. Not a living creature in sight. Perfect.

The young male brightened considerably at the mention of an available wolf. "Ooouh, you do?" he crooned happily. "Who?" His tail began twitching with excitement, and I could only grin in anticipation.

"...Myself."

I observed the gradual change in his expression with careful scrutiny. He tilted his head to the side, obviously confused at first, and his muzzle opened slightly, as if to allow a baffled utterance to escape his lips. However, he closed his mouth quickly as he grasped the meaning of my reply. His eyes locked onto mine, and he stared at me questioningly, apparently mulling over the wording of the forthcoming question before actually asking it.

Finally, he found his voice. "You, um... need a mate? And... you're not just telling me this because you want a female." He emphasized the word "female", his tone implying that the last sentence was meant to be heard as a statement, rather than a question.

Once again, I allowed myself a few seconds to glance at his body before replying. I found my gaze was directed almost immediately to his genitals, having already scritunized the rest of his appearance. And what a magnificent sight it was! Much like his fellow males, he strolled around the pack's territory with his erection displayed proudly, showing off his goods to any available females. After all, it didn't hurt to show a prospective mate a glimpse of what would most likely end up inside them. His erection had abated a little since he'd been talking to me, and his shaft hung about halfway out of his sheath. I could barely see his furry scrotum hanging down between his legs, and it made me wonder what he looked like from the backside. The mere thought made me salivate.

I quickly cleared my thoughts as I realized he was still waiting for a reply, eyeing me nervously. "Yes, " I continued, slightly embarrassed at what I was about to reveal. "It's not something I would typically admit, but... I, um... I prefer to mate with males instead of females. And since neither of us have found a mate..."

He stared at me for a few awkward moments before replying. I couldn't tell if he was silently deliberating, or if my confession had completely blindsided him. "I- I guess..." he muttered, a sheepish smile stealing across his features. He seemed to be warming up to the offer. "It's not like I haven't noticed other males before... It's kinda tough not to during mating season. Everyone's walking around showing themselves off. And since you're the alpha, it probably wouldn't be smart to refuse..." He looked to me questioningly, as if asking me to verify this statement.

Of course, I wouldn't have punished him if he refused. It wasn't in my nature; I was a bit soft at heart, I had to admit, which was likely my greatest flaw as alpha of a wolf pack. I might've given him a small reminder of who was in charge, and asked him to keep my secret from his fellow packmates, but the situation wouldn't have turned violent. However... maybe it was best to make him think that violence was not out of the question.

"Probably not," I agreed with a wink, while simultaneously lifting my jowls to reveal a row of sharp, glistening teeth. "It'd be in your best interest to comply... And I'll make it worth your while."

He still appeared rather nervous, but his confidence seemed to be increasing, and the smile that adorned his muzzle had gotten larger. He nodded slowly, and I took this as a sign of his approval. "Turn around and lift your tail," I ordered nonchalantly, as if I was simply asking him to fetch me a chunk of meat for dinner. He complied. As he turned his rear towards me and began raising his tail, exposing his genitals to his alpha, I suddenly noticed that I had been holding my breath in anticipation. I quickly exhaled and focused my full attention on the young male.

Before me was a wonderful sight; that of a lower-ranked male, his rear turned towards the dominant alpha, and his tail lifted high in a clearly submissive gesture. Directly beneath his tail rested his small, puckered tailhole. I leaned in closer until my muzzle was about three inches from his orifice and breathed in his strong scent, a musky odor which quickly overpowered my senses, making me murr with delight and anticipation. The mere thought of my throbbing shaft sliding into that smooth crevice made my loins stir. After another deep breath, I tore my gaze away from his tailhole and glanced down at his testicles, two perfect furry orbs in which his sticky fluids were contained. I felt the urge to lick them, play with them, give them a good squeeze... but I was already too excited. I needed to mount him, and now.

"I'm going to mount you in a few seconds. Just relax," I informed him reassuringly. "It'll probably hurt a little, but I'll try to be gentle." He gave a soft whine in reply, most likely out of anxiousness than regret. I could see his now fully-erect shaft bobbing up and down beneath him, so all indications were that he was just as excited about this as I was. My own shaft was extending rapidly from its protective sheath as my arousal skyrocketed, a few drops of pre already leaking from its tapered tip.

Without further ado, I stood up on my haunches and mounted him, grasping his waist firmly with my front paws and pulling my body closer to his, so that my rock-hard shaft rubbed against his furry rear, my pre-slickened tip resting against the opening to his rectum. I could feel him stiffen as our bodies touched, but he quickly relaxed, nervous yet comfortable in the presence of his alpha. As my tip prodded his tight orifice, he lowered his front legs so that they were lying flat upon the ground, his back arched and his rear angled upwards to give me better access to his tailhole. I gave a small woof of approval and triumph. It was happening so quickly that it seemed utterly surreal. Here I was, my protruding maleness cradled snugly between another male's buttocks, about to experience the homosexual fantasies that I had assumed I would never actually have the chance to accomplish.

Warmth emanated faintly from his tailhole as I pressed my tip against the delicate flesh. My shaft throbbed as if it too was anticipating the upcoming events. "Ready?" I murmured. He simply whined, and I took it as a sign of affirmation. I pushed my tip gently into the ring of muscle, slowly parting the puckered flesh, taking great care not to shove my length in too quickly. He stifled a gasp of pain as my cock penetrated his tailhole, sliding in inch-by-inch, deeper and deeper into his previously unexplored rectum.

After a few tense seconds, I finally hilted inside him, my entire length buried deep in his rear. We remained that way for a moment, allowing both of us time to become accustomed to the sudden, intense feelings surging throughout our bodies. It had been somewhat of a struggle to force my thick shaft all the way in, and I could feel his tight muscles trying to force it out, much like my pack would drive away an unwanted intruder that had strayed within our boundaries. He was indeed tight, but the warmth of his body felt so good around my shaft, and the way his muscles constricted, tightly squeezing my throbbing member... I couldn't help but squirm with pleasure.

I began pulling out gingerly, withdrawing my shaft until all but the tip had been completely extracted, then plunged my shaft back into my subordinate's rectum, my balls slapping against his rear as I did so. He seemed startled by the suddenness of it, but he appeared to be enjoying the experience nearly as much as I was. I began pulling out again, shuddering in delight as my shaft rubbed against the smooth walls of his rectum. Pre was already leaking from my cock, lubricating his tight passage.

A few experimental thrusts later, a rhythm had developed between us. I bucked rapidly into his furry rear, my testicles swinging back and forth beneath me, slapping against his furry taint as my speed increased; meanwhile, the young wolf remained in the same crouching position, his eyes closed and tongue lolling out as he allowed his virgin tailhole to be thoroughly ravaged in an act of unquestioning submission.

I couldn't recall the last time I felt so exhilarated. My testicles drew up close to my body as the sticky seed stirred in my loins, aching to be released... Pre spurted periodically from my shaft as it slid back and forth in his anal passage, my arousal increasing with each thrust. Instincts a thousand years old sprang up from the depths of my mind, urging me to lean over him further, driving my shaft in deeper and deeper as I released a feral growl... He was my bitch, and though I couldn't breed with him, I was going to claim him as my own.

My subordinate's muscles suddenly contracted and he released a small moan from underneath me, indicating that my tip had prodded his sensitive prostate. I proceeded to duplicate the previous thrust, aiming directly for his prostate once again, inciting a series of excited moans and yips. I risked a quick glance beneath me and observed the tufts of grass beneath his stomach were drenched in sticky precum; a veritable pool of the clear liquid was forming underneath him, and it was squirting from his swollen member at a rapid pace. Judging by the deluge of pre, he was evidently approaching his climax, as was I.

Gripping my paws tightly about his waist, I leaned forward and clamped my maw down upon his scruffy neckfur, riding him roughly as I prepared to insert my knot into his widened orifice. I halted my uncoordinated thrusting for a moment and pressed the round bulge of my knot against his puckered flesh, willing it to penetrate the thick ring of muscle. He responded with a pained yelp, then glanced back at me for reassurance, his ears laid back.

"It's... it's okay," I gasped around a mouthful of fur, the intense pleasure of my knot pressing against his flesh making it difficult to speak. "J-just tying with you. Might... huuurt a litt-- oof!" His abused muscles finally gave way, allowing me to shove my swollen knot deep into his rectum. The resulting sensations rendered me utterly numb with delight, and ancient instinct took control once again, willing me to raise my left rear leg and lift it over his back, turning my entire body around so that we were standing butt-to-butt, still tied together by my throbbing knot. The young subordinate trembled behind me, panting heavily with exertion, but he showed no outward desire to escape. I couldn't help but admire his resolve, considering he'd never experienced anal penetration prior to this.

Though my penis was twisted at an unnatural angle, the euphoric sensations certainly didn't subside. I began thrusting backwards into the subordinate wolf, putting as much force into it as my body would allow, my flanks quivering with my efforts. An unexpected pressure accumulated in my groin as I approached my climax and I stiffened, knowing my initial release was only moments away. I fought back the urge to tilt my muzzle toward the heavens and howl unrestrained, to express my bestial excitement to the surrounding woodlands.

Nothing could ruin my victorious moment. Nothing except...

"Well, what have we here?" exclaimed a familiar voice. I froze mid-thrust, mortified; I immediately knew who had spoken, and it was the last wolf I wished to be in the presence of. I could feel my arousal swiftly draining away as I anticipated the inevitable discovery of my scandalous behavior.

An adult male padded stealthily out of the shadows to my right, where he had been concealed in the underbrush. His fur bore a shade of dark charcoal streaked with pure black, rendering him nearly impervious to my sharp canine eyes, even now that I was aware of his presence. It was impossible to determine how long he'd been eavesdropping, but regardless, I'd been caught in a compromising position--by my own beta, no less.

My second-in-command approached me slowly, a sly grin contorting his features as his sharp gaze pierced my resolve like a predator's fangs tearing through unprotected flesh. I stood petrified, flanks quivering with embarrassment and shame, no longer thrusting into the subordinate male and utterly unable to process the unfortunate situation that I found myself in. My beta had always been intelligent and manipulative; perhaps that's how he acquired his rank. He was selected for the position by my predecessor, not I, but I often regarded the previous alpha's choice as wise due to the clever insight my beta often provided.

Yet now, as he stood triumphantly before me, his muzzle upturned proudly, haunches splayed and tail shifting back and forth in the breeze... I regretted having ever trusted him. The alpha male is traditionally the strongest and wisest wolf, displaying both mental and physical qualities that designates him as the unquestioned leader of the pack. I was no weakling, but the beta male was slightly larger than I in stature, not to mention that he was marginally older and possessed more wit than I ever hoped to acquire. I should have been cautious, but instead I had placed my trust in him due to the position he'd been granted. I was a fool. While all the other wolves' were claiming bitches to breed, distracted by their amorous forays in the woodlands, he must've been following me around, awaiting an opportunity to catch me off-guard. Well, he'd certainly done it.

His victorious smirk burned my pride, and I averted my gaze, staring in frustration at the wispy tufts of grass trapped beneath my pawpads. With my knot locked deep in the subordinate male's rectum, I was unable to detach myself from my young lover, and therefore unable to confront the beta male. I'd been caught in the most vulnerable position possible, with the manifestation of my secret desires physically attached to my backside. The subordinate recognized our predicament as well, for I felt him shifting uncomfortably behind me, the beta's presence inciting the same sensations of guilt and uneasiness that currently assailed my conscience.

After allowing the silence to endure for an excruciating period of time, the beta finally spoke up. "Looks like our alpha has a dirty little secret, eh?" he teased, edging closer to me. "I wonder, what would the rest of the pack think of this?"

The mention of the pack triggered a bout of rage within me, and I leaned toward him, fangs bared. "Don't you dare reveal this to the pack!" I snarled. "It's not their concern, and you have no business here either! I haven't committed any crime and you have no right to violate my privacy."

Unfazed, the beta grinned mockingly. "Oh really now? From my point of view, you're plastered with the mark of a criminal. Your crime is reckless disregard for our mating traditions. The purpose of mating season is to ensure the longevity of our pack, and judging by the, ah... penis... that's currently dangling beneath your friend here, I doubt that he's able to bear offspring. As the pack alpha, you're obligated to reproduce as a good example... and you've failed."

"Can't an alpha break the rules occasionally?" I muttered rebelliously. "As I recall, spying on the alpha isn't one of the beta's duties. It's none of your business who I mate with." I was beginning to get desperate. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen... I merely wanted to experience the pleasures of mating with another male. Now my leadership of the pack was at stake.

"Oh, but it is..." he replied, a strange expression flashing across his features. He licked his chops. "It's certainly my business. And it could be the entire pack's business if I so wish. You're cornered, trapped... bound to this subordinate by your own doing! It's a short distance from here to the center of our territory, where most of the pack is gathered at this very moment. It would only take a few minutes to rouse them all, guide them in this direction... and then they'll all bear witness to their alpha's shame! Their strong leader, pumping his seed into an insignificant male! Defiling ancient wolven traditions in pursuit of his own interests! Stud and bitch alike will regard you with disgust, and you'll be abruptly shunned. Is that what you want?"

Does a wolf have no privacy these days? I wondered sadly. The beta male was in full control of the situation, that was painfully obvious. My pride burned, urging me to utter some witty retort if only for the sake of defiance, but no particular comment sprung into my mind that could direct the situation in my favor. I had to acknowledge his statements and accept defeat; I had no other options. "N-no, it's not," I answered meekly, lowering my gaze. I couldn't fathom what his demands would be, but now that my status as alpha was in jeopardy, he was free to blackmail me at will. Even if I remained the alpha for years to come, I'd still be his slave. His bitch.

Suddenly I felt his paw at my chin, and he lifted my head so that our pupils met. "I have a proposition, then," he stated, the corners of his mouth upturning as he attempted to suppress a triumphant smile. "In order for me to keep your secret... you must mate with me."

I recoiled in shock. Had I heard him correctly? After listening to him criticize my homosexual tendencies and threaten to have me ostracized from my own pack, he wished to mate with me and effectively label himself a hypocrite? I opened my jaw to aim a sharp (and rather vulgar) retort in his direction, but he quickly interrupted. "No-- don't reply. I know what you must be thinking, but let's allow our actions to speak for us. Since you're standing butt-to-butt with that runt over there, I'm unable to access your rear until your knot's swelling decreases, and we both know that could take quite a while. However, your front end appears to be free at the moment..."

He punctuated this last statement with a wink, then proceeded to turn sideways and lift one of his haunches, revealing a sight that had been obscured from my view when he stood facing me: his half-erect, bright red shaft, which hung limply out of its sheath, a few drops of pre glistening as they collected upon its tip. The spectacle was so stunning that I completely overlooked that he'd just implied he'd like to "access my rear". Despite the loathing that I felt toward the beta male, despite the embarrassment of my predicament and the subordinate wolf releasing occasional nervous whines behind me... I felt a fervent desire to comply with his wishes. I actually wanted to slurp at that thick shaft, stain my muzzle with his delicious seed...

The beta immediately noticed my lack of apprehension. "Interested?" he asked slyly as he positioned himself in front of me. "All you have to do is open your muzzle. Open your muzzle... if you wish to remain the pack's alpha." I hesitated momentarily, annoyed by the ease with which I was being manipulated. But I could see no alternative, and my temptation outweighed my restraint. I planted my forepaws firmly into the soil, leaned forward so that my neck and head were level with the beta's pelvic region, and stretched my jaws wide, gazing at him over the tip of my nose as he nodded in approval.

Without further ado, he raised himself up on his haunches and mounted me, draping his forepaws over my shoulders as he rested his ribcage on the back of my neck, the weight forcing me to bend my head down even further. For a moment, my vision consisted only of thick tufts of charcoal-colored stomach fur, and then he inched his body forward, bringing his magnificent cock into view.

It was truly a glorious sight. Crimson veins interesected in a veritable labyrinth along its coral-colored length. Droplets of transparent pre had already begun spurting weakly from its pointed tip as his arousal increased, and I could see his length slowly emerging from its furry cocoon, his sheath withdrawing and folding in upon itself to allow his erection to extend unhindered. His knot had not yet formed, but the significant thickness of his shaft indicated that the knot would bear similar qualities. Two furry orbs dangled between his powerful haunches, alluring, yet just out of my reach.

I didn't realize how long I'd been observing his genitals until he queried, "Are you going to stare all day, or shall we start?" As he shifted his body into a more comfortable position, his shaft bounced about beneath him, catapulting a few loose drops of pre onto my muzzle. I quickly manuevered my tongue to the areas where the pre had dampened my fur; though I was unable to determine its taste from this miniscule sample, the realization that I had just consumed another male's seed for the first time struck me... and suddenly I wanted more. A part of me still fought against what was about to occur, but I was too intrigued. I'd have to swallow my pride in order to swallow his seed.

I took a deep breath and suppressed my reluctance, allowing my bestial urges to take control as they had with the subordinate. Opening my maw wide, I craned my neck forward and enveloped his shaft within my muzzle. As I clamped down upon his maleness, I was immediately barraged by several sensations; foremost was the intensely musky smell emanating from his thick crotch-fur. My nose was pressed into his furry stomach as I took his cock in my mouth, providing me with a full whiff of his masculine scent. It was similar to the scent emanating from the subordinate's tailhole, and although less powerful, it aroused my hormones greatly. His shaft's sweet taste enticed me simultaneously, and combined with his alluring scent, it felt as though I'd been exposed to some ethereal paradise.

All hesitation gone, I relished having the beta male's full length contained within my muzzle, his tapered tip extending almost to the back of my throat. I wrapped my tongue around the meaty shaft, coating its smooth length in saliva as I eagerly swallowed the ensuing spurts of pre, then withdrew my muzzle until only his tip remained inside, barely parting my lips. He squirmed at my touch, shifting from paw to paw. I suckled at his tip for a moment before lowering my head so that his cock hovered directly above my muzzle, its pointed tip threatening to poke my forehead; extending my tongue, I trailed my tongue along its length, leaving behind a moist trail of saliva from base to head.

I had expected the transition from dominant alpha to submissive bitch to be a difficult one, but I found myself going through the motions of oral sex rather naturally. A rythym quickly developed as I once again wrapped my muzzle around his shaft and began sliding my tongue across its various bumps and crevices, bobbing my head up and down as his length slid back and forth between my molars. Unable to contain himself, he bucked into my muzzle, his hips thrusting forward with rapid jerking movements. Pre coated the back of my throat as it squirted spasmodically from his urethra, his throat vibrating with an occasional moan.

Having already knotted the younger male, I was denied the satisfaction of pleasuring myself in unison with the beta, but I compensated for my own lack of stimulation by attributing extra effort toward enhancing his experience. The back of my neck felt stiff due to his heavy torso, but having both front paws planted firmly in the tangled grass gave my body the proper support to withstand the pressure. By lifting one of my paws, I threatened to throw myself off-balance, but I didn't care; the benefits outweighed the consequences.

I raised my left front paw and grasped the base of his shaft where fur met flesh, tracing the noticeable protuberance with my rough pawpads as I once again enveloped his length in my moist maw. Just as I expected, his knot had begun to swell. Wrapping my paw securely about the base of his shaft, I began pumping up and down rapidly, jerking his shaft quickly back and forth. The sudden, violent motions obviously increased the beta's pleasure; he discharged a few frantic gasps and increased the pace of his thrusting, causing him to practically jam his cock into my muzzle. Thick bursts of pre bombarded the back of my throat, sliding down my esophagus like a river of viscous felicity.

I continued to service him orally despite the quickened pace, and I likely would have continued until the beta's sticky load exploded forth if it hadn't been for the forthcoming interruption. I'd been so solely focused on slurping at the beta's shaft that I'd nearly forgotten my own penis was still embedded deeply in the lower-ranked male's rectum. He'd remained silent for long enough that I'd overlooked his presence, but it was difficult to ignore the awkward sensation of my flaccid shaft sliding out of his stretched orifice. My knot had shrunken enough to allow my penis to withdraw, and it did so of its own accord. With a wet schlorp!, it sprang free of its prison and slapped against my haunches before returning to its original position beneath me, bouncing back and forth like a pendulum.

I instinctively froze, the beta's shaft halfway enveloped in my muzzle. He'd undoubtedly noticed what had just transpired, for he'd halted his thrusting as well, a difficult feat to accomplish for a canine receiving sexual stimulation. He took a step back, withdrawing his penis from my muzzle and allowing me to look about freely.

Now unrestricted by our copulatory bond, the subordinate approached me from the side, plainly disconcerted. "Sh-should I go now?" he questioned timidly, and I simply nodded, observing his disappointed grimace out of my peripheral vision. As much as I'd wanted to finish inside him, ravage him, show him the advantages of being the alpha's cum repository... I knew it wouldn't happen, at least not today. The beta's meddling had altered my initial plans.

The young wolf turned abruptly and traipsed off into the forest, in a direction that led away from the pack's central boundaries. I caught a final glimpse of his furry rear before it disappeared in a thicket of dense bushes, the fur around his anus matted down with my pre. It was a shame to let an opportunity go to waste, but I knew that my current occupation was worth the sacrifice. The beta dismounted me, his shaft bouncing about beneath him as a sly grin contorted his features.

"Turn around," he dictated. Receiving a command from my own beta stung, admittedly, but I was beyond worrying about my pride. I felt like a female in heat, craving the euphoric sensations of intercourse so badly that I'd offer my virgin tailhole to the first proposal. Now that I'd been given a small taste of sexual freedom, I was determined to experience what the beta had to offer. I'd truly become his bitch, willing to obey his every command in order to receive the reward of sexual pleasure.

And indeed I did obey him. After taking a final glance at his magnificent, glistening shaft, I turned my body 180 degrees so that my furry rear faced toward him, lifting my tail ever so slightly to reveal a slight hint of my pink pucker. This position made me feel vulnerable and exposed, as if I had just offered the soft flesh of my underbelly to an opponent in a violent altercation. The act itself felt profoundly wrong, yet... in some odd manner, satisfying. I craned my neck backward so I could keep the beta within my sights, expecting him to mount my rear any second; I cringed, imagining his thick shaft pressing into the divot between my furry cheeks, prodding my tender tailhole, sliding into my previously unexplored anal passage...

He approached me slowly, enjoying an august moment of victory as he appraised my assets. I heard a brief exhalation as he consumed a whiff of my scent, and I tensed, expecting the worst... yet he surprised me once again. A cold nose suddenly plunged beneath my tail, coating the sensitive skin around my orifice with moisture and making me flinch in astonishment. I regained my composure quickly, straightening my posture and relaxing my muscles as his tongue rimmed my tender tailhole, lapping just at the fringes of my orifice, but not yet daring to pierce the delicate pucker.

The oral contact felt strangely refreshing. I raised my tail like a banner to allow the beta easier access, resulting in an amused chuckle from my companion. "Enjoying this, are we?" he queried, a smirk adorning his impish features. I replied with a slight nod, but retained an impassive facial expression, not keen on so obviously displaying my eagerness. Truthfully, I was enthralled by this unexpected experimentation; I was rather aroused by other males, after all, and despite my predicament, I considered this more of an accolade than blackmail.

A piercing tingle crawled up my spine and concluded at the base of my neck as his tongue intruded upon my virginity, slowly sliding through the thick ring of muscle into my anal passage, exploring the first few inches with ease. I gasped, overcome by the moist sensation spreading throughout my rectum, lubricating my insides and stimulating a fair bit of arousal. More by instinct than choice, I stretched my body forward, resting my forepaws flat on the firm terrain and raising my hindquarters, angling my rear so that the beta's muzzle was level with my tailhole.

My fatigued shaft recevied a sudden jolt of energy, springing to life once again as it regained its former solidity. A subtle pressue accumulated in my loins, indicating a need for release; and indeed, my seed felt barely restrained after approaching an orgasm with the subordinate male and being denied at the penultimate thrust.

I ached to spill my warm cum across the tangled grass, and I knew only the beta male could satiate my yearning. His tongue delicately stroked my prostate, involuntarily compelling me to clench my muscles, the ensuing tingling surprisingly powerful as it reverbrated throughout my bowels. As wonderful as it felt, I was eager to proceed with the main event; considering the degree of ecstasy his tongue's saturated massages induced, I could scarcely imaging what his throbbing member would do. My body shook from anxiety and excitement.

As if he'd been eavesdropping upon my thoughts, his tongue suddenly withdrew from my orifice. "Now that you're properly lubed up..." he grunted, shifting his position as he prepared to mount me. "It looks like we can finally proceed with the real action." I swiveled my head around just in time to catch a glimpse of him standing up on his back paws, preparing to embrace me in the traditional canine mounting stance; a flash of red swung about beneath him before disappearing behind my tremulous flank. A heavy force suddenly pressed down on my posterior as his body enveloped mine from behind, his front paws grasping my waist from either side as he wrapped his thighs around my haunches.

Something moist pressed against my vulnerable tailhole, and this time it wasn't the beta's tongue. He stood with his paws splayed in the dirt, firmly grasping my haunches, a confident grin plastered across his features. This moment signified a personal achievement for both us. His blackmailing attempt had proven to be successful, and I was about to experiment with my urges to the fullest extent. Months of mental isolation due to my differing sexual preferences, of fervently desiring to mate with a fellow male, had finally come to fruition. Never had I felt so alive!

His pointed tip prodded the base of my tail as if it too were eager to begin. "Ready?" he questioned with conviction, and I realized that no matter what my answer was, the point of no return had long passed me by. He'd take my virginity whether I was willing or not. I sighed with a mixture of eagerness and resignation, taking a swift moment to forever cast away my authoritative pride... and gave him a nod of approval.

The beta teased me for a full thirty seconds. Pre was still squirting from his urethra, a sure sign of arousal in a canine, soaking my nether regions in his sticky fluids; he utilized this for lubrication, grinding his shaft against my damp rear extensively before shifting so that the tip of his rigid shaft rested directly against my orifice. I tensed as his tip tentatively prodded the sensitive skin, parting the outer reaches of my pucker ever so slowly. Having never experienced anal penetration of any nature, the pain converged almost immediately, sending an unpleasant jolt reverbrating through my hindquarters as the head of his shaft inched through the thick ring of muscle.

I expected the initial penetration to continue in this rather delicate manner, especially because I was visibily experiencing pain, but the beta caught me off-guard. With a muffled unf!, he rammed his hips forward, slamming his entire length into my rectum to the hilt. My insides protested violently and I saw sparks as agonizing pain rippled through my muscles, my joints quivering as I struggled to remain standing. His shaft felt absolutely enormous within my stretched anal passage, and I hadn't even taken the knot; as the pain slowly receded, I gasped to regain my breath, now considerably more apprehensive about skewering myself on my packmate's throbbing member.

The beta remained stationary for a moment, his breathing controlled as he took a moment to adjust to the pressure and warmth of my tight passage. Staying true to their primary function, it felt as though my beleaguered muscles were attempting to push the offending object out; it was all I could do not to cry out as my rectum resisted the beta's intrusion. He shifted his haunches one final time and began withdrawing his shaft, in the process rejuvenating the staggering pain that lanced through my bowels. My muscles protested more due to the stretching than the movement, as his shaft now migrated in the proper direction through my rectum, aided by the insistent pushing of my sphincters.

I felt more vulnerable than ever as his thick member emerged from its captivity, leaving a cold emptiness behind in its wake. The last few inches of throbbing wolf-flesh exited slowly, its underside grinding against my tender prostate, the sudden contact causing me to shudder involuntarily. He halted with his tip still penetrating my orifice, the majority of his slick shaft lingering just outside my rectum, as if it were a snake anticipating the arrival of an unsuspecting mouse.

I was on the verge of reconsidering, making some wild attempt to liberate myself from my captor's grip. Perhaps I could flee into the woodlands and never return to the forest in which I had received much more than I had bargained for... A pall had been cast upon my pack leadership. I was reluctant to return to the wolves whom I had once guided so proudly, for this ordeal had complicated the situation to the point of no return. My homosexuality had been exposed and exploited, and my dignity endangered. Despite the exhilaration I experienced from this forbidden mischief, the instinctive leader within me resisted. My submissive tendencies hadn't completely taken control... not yet anyways.

But it was too late for second thoughts. The beta built up suspense with an excruciating moment of hesitation, then immediately began bucking his hips forward and backward in a rhythmic thrusting motion, a technique ingrained in the canine brain from the commencement of puberty. Wolven mating habits have survived countless generations, since the days of our primordial ancestors, and they took effect naturally when mounting another wolf. Despite the fact that I was male and unable to bear offspring, the heavily-aroused beta whose flanks currently embraced my own was experiencing a strong compulsion to fill my receptive tailhole with his warm seed.

His instincts left me with little time to adjust to the immense intruder in my rectum, so simply I clenched my teeth and dragged forth my last fragments of fortitude. The first few thrusts were violent and thoroughly penetrating, as if the beta was absolutely intent on ripping every last bit of my virginity to shreds. With little else to do, I closed my eyes and leaned forward, allowing my anal passage to be stretched and ravaged by his thick shaft. I attempted to remain still, but I found myself shifting uncomfortably every few seconds in order to alleviate my muscles' affliction. I was grateful that he'd taken the time to lubricate my passage with his saliva beforehand, for its slick condition minimized friction, allowing his throbbing shaft to slide back and forth with relative ease.

The sudden realization that I'd mounted the subordinate male without ever lubricating my shaft struck me, but I quickly dismissed the thought; he had likely experienced a fair amount of pain, much like I was at the moment, but he barely flinched throughout the ordeal and he appeared quite delighted toward the end. I'm sure he was off somewhere in the forest right now, masturbating with a pawpad or two jammed in his tailhole.

The beta's rapid thrusting, albeit repetitive, somehow managed to consistently strike a new nerve within me, my stimulation increasing tenfold with each powerful forward motion; the combination of his shaft's pointed head probing the deepest, unexplored areas of my rectum and its base grinding against my prostate made me shudder in delight. The crippling pain that had initially plagued my bowels subsided quickly, replaced by a mounting arousal that tugged at the most dormant reaches of my canine mind. The repetitive thrusting threatened to release powerful feral instincts that would allow the submissive bitch within me to take control. Desire quickly overwhelmed apprehension as my tailhole was bred aggressively. I wanted it more than ever now that such ecstatic sensations coursed through my body, fulfilling every homosexual fantasy I'd ever had.

My own penis quickly responded to the anal stimulation, stiffening completely and releasing a steady stream of pre, all the while throbbing from the accumulation of seed in my loins. Prompted by instinct and pleasure, I began bucking back and forth in accordance with the beta's swift movements, our hips meeting and our scrotums slapping together. My shaft ached and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer; I already felt a telltale pressure accumulating at the base of my shaft, indicating that my knot had begun to swell. The beta's knot had started forming as well, creating a miniature bulge at the base of his member that felt rather awkward sliding in and out of my abused tailhole. As the bulbous formation enlargened, it created a slight sensation of suction as it traversed in and out of my orifice, stretching the sensitive flesh around its girth before emerging with a faint pop!, then plunging back into the depths of my bowels.

With our orgasms rapidly approaching, the beta threw all caution to the wind and leaned forward, driving his penis deep into my rectum with swift, powerful blows. I panted raggedly, knowing my orgasm was within reach. "Ohh- ooooooouuh... Mrrrf-" I gasped as his half-formed knot barraged my prostate unmercifully, the lower half of my body racked with euphoric spasms. There was no doubt that my orgasm would be an explosive one, what with the amount of stimulation I had received from both wolves. Between the pounding that the beta was giving my prostate and the delightful constriction of the subordinate's muscles around my shaft, I was fairly certain that I'd melt into a furry puddle if I continued to receive such intense physical pleasure.

The beta leaned over my back as he plunged his shaft into me once more, nipping at my eartips as a feral growl rumbled upwards from his throat and escaped as a choked exclamation of dominance and triumphed. I woofed in return, the anticipation of his fully-formed knot penetrating my already stretched orifice filling me with a strange combination of dread and excitement. There was no escaping the terrible sensation of an object much too big forcing its way through an entrance that had already received its fair share of abuse, but at the same time, I was eager to consummate our physical bond. The mating tie represented finality to a canine, the culmination of a sacred sexual act; to me, being knotted by a fellow male would finally bring closure to my sexual insecurities. It was the ultimate instance of homosexuality, the perfect rebellion against a pack still governed by ancient breeding customs. Once tied, I had no choice but to accept my sexual preference.

I clenched my muscles almost instinctively, inciting a gasp from the beta as my rectal muscles squeezed his throbbing member. It was only a matter of time now... He'd ceased thrusting his shaft in fully, instead easing it in about halfway and withdrawing in swift, jerky movements. I assumed that this meant his knot had swollen to its full girth, and if so, I was secretly relieved that he was restraining from shoving it in and out of my tailhole, as he had been when it hadn't yet reached its full size. Taking a knot was one thing, but having a fully-engorged knot removed from your anus and then shoved back in repeatedly would easily override any canine's pain tolerance.

The beta now bucked forward with increasingly slow, precise movements, keeping the majority of his shaft buried within the warm confines of my anal passage. He huffed with exertion, his haunches tightening against my rear, his thrusts getting gradually deeper as his bulbous knot neared the ring of puckered flesh that was currently skewered upon his throbbing shaft... The heat emanating from the portion of his shaft not yet buried inside me produced a sensation of warm radiance against the underside of my tail, and that coupled with the warmth of his throbbing member nestled within my anal passage induced a feeling of absolute ecstasy. I couldn't imagine anything more intimate than having another male's cock buried to the hilt in my rear.

I trembled in anticipation, my own shaft spurting forth a veritable river of pre in response to the beta's forceful, rhythmic thrusts. I was moments away from forming the most intimate bond possible among members of my species, and with another male at that. I was about to accomplish a forbidden act, an instance of rebellion against my duties as the alpha male... and I couldn't have relished the thought any more. An insistent pressure accumulated at the base of my shaft and I realized that my knot had reached its maximum girth as well; my entire, rigid length throbbed with incredible intensity as it bobbed up and down beneath me, threatening to spill its sticky load right then and there. The beta would have to act soon or I would reach my orgasm before we achieved our tie.

Our hips slowly gravitated together as his knot neared my orifice, each forceful thrust sending a dagger of pleasure arching throughout the lower half of my body. The surrounding woodlands echoed with our murrs and groans, and the heavy scents of musk and arousal permeated the atmosphere around us. Everything else dissolved around me; I was aware only of our movements, our arousal, and the magnificent shaft embedded in my rectum. A thrust... a jolt of pleasure... a squirt of pre... a barely audible moan...

And finally, the moment came.

The beta halted abruptly, his bulging knot pressed against the base of my tail, and I heard him inhale briefly before applying pressure to my orifice. As an insistent weight accumulated underneath my tail, my beleaguered anal sphincter protested, struggling to prevent the intrustion of an object even larger than the stiff length already penetrating it. It didn't help that I had involuntarily clenched up, partly from suspense and partly from the twinges of discomfort that reverbrated through my nether regions. Taking a deep breath, I willed myself to relax beneath the beta, releasing the tension in my muscles. The tie would hurt much less if my body wasn't resisting it.

After a few tense moments consisting only of the ragged gasps of our breathing and the intimately close proximity of our haunches, the beta's efforts paid off. With a forceful thrust, he jammed his immense knot through my stubborn orifice and into the confines of my rectum, releasing a choked yowl of pleasure as my muscles constricted his throbbing girth. With the combined length of both his shaft and his knot now firmly ensconced in my anal passage, his tapered tip achieved an entirely new depth of penetration, prodding regions of my bowels previously left untouched and giving me the strange sensation that he'd just jammed his cock halfway through me. Momentum carried his knot further into my rear than he intended, burying the enormous bulge deep into my rectum and bringing it into direct contact with my sensitive prostate.

That was all I needed. The pressure at the base of my shaft suddenly slackened as my orgasm raged forth like a river blasting through the confines that dammed its torrential waters. Reality faded into a blurry oblivion as thick ropes of milky, white seed poured forth from my throbbing shaft, the sticky deluge staining the grass below. My muscles instinctively clenched around the shaft buried deep in my rectum. My limbs trembled, my tongue lolled listlessly from my maw, my eyes rolled toward the heavens as the wonderful sensations bent my facial expression into one of pure rapture...

My knot swelled generously as warm cum continued to spurt from my rock-hard length, showing no signs of abating. In the midst of the sudden convergence of sensations that threatened to overwhelm my consciousness, I was vaguely aware of a soothing warmth spreading throughout my bowels. It suddenly occured to me that the beta had reached his climax even as I had reached my own, and the knowledge added to my pleasure.

Something about the beta painting my insides with his warm seed felt... right. He'd truly claimed me as his own, enforced his dominance over me in the most intimate manner, and I'd allowed it with minimal resistance. The pack was still my domain, but the beta had become my superior in the realm of sexual matters. I was his bitch to breed.

With a final spurt, my shaft ejected the last few drops of my sticky liquid, marking the end to what was undoubtedly the most pleasurable experience of my life. Still reeling from my explosive orgasm, I allowed my muscles to relax, my body going limp underneath the heavy form of the beta. My insides felt utterly full, as they now housed not only a thick shaft and its corresponding knot, but a veritable flood of the beta's cum as well. A trickle of the warm liquid had squeezed its way past his engorged knot and out of my stretched orifice, leaking down my furry rear toward my dangling scrotum. The majority of the beta's cum would be locked inside my bowels until our tie ended, a prospect which I welcomed. It added to the intimacy of our tie, reinforcing our bond with the transferral and retainment of bodily fluids.

Without warning, the pressure of the beta's torso against my back vanished, and was quickly followed by the awkward sensation of a paw dragging across my back and a slight tugging sensation against my tailhole as the shaft embedded deep within unsuccessfully attempted to withdraw. As my body was jostled, my still-erect shaft swung back and forth beneath me, spraying the nearby grass with a few stray drops of cum. It quickly became apparent that the beta had enacted the typical wolven mating stance, much like I had done earlier with the subordinate, in which the dominant wolf lifts his leg over the back of his mate and twists his body around so that they're standing butt-to-butt. This meant that the beta's cock was now twisted at a ninety-degree angle within me, which, despite sounding quite odd and painful, felt no different than before.

"Aaah..." the beta sighed contentedly from behind me, the utterance sounding quiet in comparison to when he'd been situated on my back. His weight had become increasingly burdensome during the duration of our frivolity, and now that we were both basking in our afterglows, I was relieved to be rid of the oppressive weight. A calm silence presided for a few moments as each of us reflected back on the events leading up to this unexpected instance of homosexuality. I became so lost in a veil of tranquility that I probably could have remained that way for hours, but the beta suddenly broke the silence. "Perfect..." he mumbled in a low voice, which I might have been unable to discern had my ears not been rather sensitive. "Just as I imagined it."

The statement caught me off-guard. "Just as you imagined it?" I repeated, craning my neck to the side so that he was visible in my peripheral vision. "So... you've imagined this happening before?"

He chuckled in response. "Of course. Why else did you think I've been following you around? I wanted to see whether you would take a mate, and if not, I hoped to capitalize on the opportunity... I've always had my suspicions about your preferences. I see the way you ignore the pack's females, even when they're pointing their dripping vulvas directly at you. Any male would have to be either completely mad, or not interested at all, not to pounce on them right away."

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, startled. If it had been so easy for the beta to recognize my indifference to the females' advances, maybe other members of the pack had noticed as well. My leadership could still be threatened.

He allayed my fears, however, by responding, "Not really. I've had my eye on you for a while, because... well, I'm attracted to you. And I thought you might share the same preferences. I don't think any of the others have noticed anything. They probably just think you're particularly picky when it comes to choosing a female."

"Hmm..." I grunted. He was probably right; during mating season, most of the pack's males were so utterly focused on stuffing their shafts into the nearest female that they failed to notice anything else about their surroundings. My sexual affairs were probably under much less scrutiny from the rest of the pack than I'd initially assumed. Still feeling slightly suspicious that all this had been a ruse to obtain the position of alpha, I stated quietly, "You can't tell anyone about this, you know. All your previous threats about revealing my crimes to the rest of the pack are invalid. We're equally guilty. You would only incriminate yourself."

He appeared greatly amused. "Why would I tell anyone? I only threatened you to let you know I meant business, I never actually intended to follow through. Besides, now I've gotten what I wanted..." He glanced away for a moment, looking almost embarrassed, then returned my gaze.

"You."

I paused for a moment as I pondered these sudden revelations, struck by the openness with which he revealed his intentions. So it wasn't a coincidence that the beta interrupted my ordeal with the subordinate male; he hadn't blackmailed me into sex because he wanted to usurp my position as alpha; and perhaps more surprising, he'd just expressed a genuine romantic interest in me. Having languished for many months under the assumption that my preference for males would forever distance me from my fellow pack members, it came as a rather large shock that the beta had been undergoing a similar dilemma. Now I understood why he stopped me before I finished mating with the subordinate; he'd been lusting after me all throughout the pack's mating frenzy, and my advance toward another male was all he needed to verify his suspicions.

I cast a curious glance at the male whose shaft was lodged deep within my insides, and he stared back with a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his muzzle. His eyes radiated with the thrill of being freed from his sexual restraints, and I had a feeling that mine did as well. We'd formed a bond unlike any I could have ever formed with a female, one that connected us not only physically, but emotionally. I knew then that I had finally found my mate.