Wolf, My
There's nothing like having your own wolf.
I mean, you can't go around telling the average person 'Hey, come and see my wolf'. Even if they believed you, it isn't that kind of wolf. Not the kind you'd want to go showing around, anyway, except at those kinds of parties. I'm not going to take him to those, anyway, as they'd want to share.
Regardless, most people would try to correct the situation.
But he doesn't need corrected. Well, not often, anyway.
The poor thing is just so needy, you see.
He can't help it when he whines and tries to slip a paw down my pants... when I'm not in the mood. Don't get me wrong. It feels good to have those soft fingers exploring. But, he needs to learn his place. And that place isn't to distract his owner when he's in the flow and writing something.
Such as this.
Too much of that and he'll get spanked. He knows it, too. Sometimes I think the way I smack his balls extra hard when I'm really frustrated excites him. Like he's hoping for it.
It isn't enough to just swat his bottom. My wolf just can't feel it under that fur. Not enough, anyway. He's used to it. Crazy thing just moans and pushes back for more. The last time I tried he spread his rear wide open. But I think he likes to show off that little winking hole. It's distracting to me and gets him off the hook. For the spanking, anyway.
No, you have to be firm. He needs to feel it to know what he's done is bad.
That or I'll tighten some rings around his cock. The ones that are rough and pinch when he gets hard. He always gives me that look. It's like he knows he's earned those before I go and get them.
He's wearing them today. The shiny metal accents his cock just right. Squeezes him so he doesn't get too hard.
I like him when he leaks all over himself, you see. Can't control it when he's in the cage. It just swells and throbs between his legs. The fat slit keeps pumping out dribbles of pre and makes his cage all shiny and wet. His balls, too, get a nice layer of slick puppy juice.
It smells nicer than lube, too. You can milk him for hours like that by just reaching over and fingering that tight little hole of his. All I have to do is get my finger wet by rubbing it around the drooling slit and reach back to smear it on that puffy star.
When it glistens and he pushes back I know he's ready. A finger up to the knuckle has him moaning. Up to the second makes him buck his hips. All the way and he's down on all fours - whimpering like a little bitch.
Oh, I know what you're thinking. That I'm making him female. I mean, well, maybe there's a little of that. It's another way to get him ready.
But, it's more about trying to get him to forget he's male. It's kind of neither, you see. Some kind of third gender that just exists to receive pleasure. And loads of cum under the tail. Can't forget that. Let's call it, hmm, "Nulme". It's got a bit of 'null male', a bit of 'cum', and an extra 'e'. The 'e' just sounds good. Style.
Of course, puppy or boy or slut get his attention, too. It all gets you to the same end. Haha. That pun was free. The next one I'm charging for.
I like to start the morning with him rubbing against me. His dick, I mean. I smile and rub his ear as he gets my side wet. He knows it gets me in a good mood. So does sucking my cock. But it's not always easy to surprise me like that.
Every once in a while he'll be extra frisky and act like a real puppy. He knows I have a weakness for that. I shave most of myself smooth in anticipation of those mornings.
I like getting licked. Oh, it's like... like... what's that word... serendipity? No, not that one. Amazing. Blissful. Intense. Tantalizing. Transcendent. Relaxing. All of those, really. Rolled up into one word. You'd probably find it in Latin somewhere. Maybe French. Whatever.
Important thing is that he's got a real broad, wet tongue. He was a little hesitant at first, but once he realized I'd be putty and do whatever he wanted he got the idea. Just came natural.
This morning, in fact, I got a wonderful bath all along my back. Long, deliberate licks that left me just wet enough and moaning after a few moments. I've got a nice slender back from all that bicycling. There's less to lick but only a thin layer of skin between me and warm, wet, sloppy wolf tongue. Mmm.
He teases me by licking over my taut cheeks, appreciating them with careful attention until the few hairs are pasted down. And, he knows just how far to slide into the center to make me tingle and stiffen up before moving on to roll my balls with nudging slurps.
I've got a couple years on me, sure, but that doesn't make him seem any less happy with the legs. Though, I still giggle when he's licking behind the knee. That's so distracting, but I wouldn't want to stop him. I know he's getting antsy as the tongue speeds up. It misses spots. Just a little more patience pays off.
He's trained pretty good. Frankly, I wasn't sure how well he'd take to it, as it wasn't originally his idea. I mean, you know how puppies are supposed to be but he wasn't. That's all behind us, though, aside from some whimpering about it.
That makes it all the more rewarding when my wolf's warm nose touches down and slides into place. Sniffs directly at my asshole. It's clean, aside from what you pick up from a night's sleep. But there's still some residue of reluctance that makes him take longer puffing warm breath around and checking me out.
I know it turns him on to be pushed. This is always when he really gets into it and starts to lose control. His nose rubs around and grinds against the soft, warm, yielding entrance. I sometimes reward him by pushing back and working side to side. Smear my scent on his muzzle. Depends on my mood.
Finally he gets down to the real work of licking. I'll admit I get soft when he does that, but I wouldn't stop him for anything at that point. It's like I'm reliving some childhood moment where I can't take care of myself. At least I think Freud would say that. Still, Freud never had his butt licked, so he's lacking some authority there. I can only tell you it's one of the best reasons to have a wolf.
The digging licks. Wet slurping sounds coming from behind me. The way his tongue curls up before forcing in once I'm ready for it. The tugs on my entrance that's so tantalizing when it...
Oh, sorry, I'm getting carried away... Uh, where was I.
There's a moment after when he pulls away. I let him decide if he's ready for more. This morning he surprised me, like I said.
He pranced over me, starting nipping. Even made some playful growls. Then he stuck his nose into my armpit and started licking me there. I'd never asked for that. What a mistake! I confess I squealed like a girl but loved every second as he licked my scent away.
It's like he knew he pushed a new button and expected the way I rolled over onto my wolf.
Pushed him down.
Ground my cock up his broad cheeks until it was stiff.
Put my tip up to his winking hole.
Grabbed his shoulders.
Shoved in hard.
Waited for his gasping to slow. Lets me know he's ready.
Then I fucked him. Raw, bareback, au jus, whatever. He's my wolf, after all.
He's tight, too. That hole's more like a slit. Squeezes down hard.
I bite him so he remembers he's mine. Knows he's not the male. Knows he's there to suck in my pleasure like a sponge.
And my cum. I pumped in a healthy load and rested on his back. So warm. Held it in for a long time.
Usually I'll get his plug next so it stays in and soaks into his body. I like imagining him effused with my sperm. He's a Nulme, after all. There to get loads of cum fucked under that tail until his body is full of me.
Today I wanted it quick and dirty. Didn't want to take my time.
I popped out and left him wet. He knows when he'll be dribbling my cum all morning. He knows I won't let him clean it off unless he's dirty. My wolf knows I like him clean, though. Takes care of that the night before.
Today I know he's sporting a fresh stain running down his leg. The strong scent of my seed to remind his sensitive nose all afternoon.
I'm not dirty, though. His muzzle took care of that.
He's a good pup. Aren't you, boy?
Yeah, I'm rubbing his ears now. They're so soft. They're cute when they twitch, too. I know it tickles a bit but he doesn't let it distract him.
You see, today I think I left him too horny. It's been a month since I milked him.
He's sucking my cock now. Tugging it harder. Insistent. I know it means he's getting tired. Either of licking my cock or my typing.
This will be the second load he's swallowed today. I wonder if I'm getting too old for this. Now that I'm nearly forty I just don't need it seven times a day like when I was a teen.
But... Oh, those tight lips. How can I say no? They squeeze down and drag until they nudge my head just right. He's taught himself that. Knows just how to get me going.
I'm going to sign off now. My wolf needs another load in his rear. He's looking at me with that look. You know the one.
Sometimes, you know, I think I'm the one who's been trained.
Okay, okay! Stop nibbling!
You win, wolf.
Off to the bedroom... again.