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It's sometime after midnight on a Friday night, and the weather is almost uncannily warm for late November, with the full moon and the city lights of Aurora so bright you can't even see the stars. There wouldn't be much of a view of them from the narrow alleyway behind one of the city's numerous bars anyway, where the brick walls aren't thick enough to hold out the sounds of thumping music and the smells of old booze and garbage mingle with the exhaust coming from the street nearby. None of those scents appeal much to my sensitive canine nose, and whatever I'm kneeling in is making my jeans sticky.

But I don't really notice the stink, or the mess; and I definitely don't notice the way the tightly-packed buildings crowd out the sky, because my attention is fully on the guy's dick that's filling my muzzle.

I'm about average height for a Siberian husky, with grey and white fur and brown eyes. My jeans and short-sleeved, button-up shirt are clean, or at least they were before I got onto my knees, and my arms only look big because of my winter-thickened fur. My stomach isn't firm with muscle; it's soft and has just a bit of a bulge. I don't even go out drinking very often, not that I could afford it on a student's budget even if I wanted to. There's a kind of guy that you probably picture in your head when you imagine someone sucking cock in a grungy alley behind a bar, and I'm probably not that guy.

The wolf whose cock I'm sucking, on the other hand... He's taller than I am, with greyish brown fur and golden eyes with just a bit of green in them. The sleeveless shirt he's wearing might have been white once, and it might have fitted him once too. The cotton is an uneven grey now, and has to stretch around thick muscle. His jeans are faded and ripped too, but the ball cap he's wearing looks new. His arms and hands are strong, and the first things I noticed about him were the scars on both. The next thing I noticed was his scent, which is thick and strong, like he doesn't use much soap when he bathes. The musky, masculine smell is all wolf, there's no deodorant or scents added to it, and the word that immediately comes to my mind is "Alpha". This isn't the kind of wolf who'd take second place in the pack, this guy is someone who you couldn't even picture taking orders from anyone else.

He could be anywhere from his late twenties to his mid-thirties, and he introduced himself by sitting down at the bar next to me, planting his hand roughly in my crotch, and growling in my ear: "You're mine, dog." Then he ordered me a drink.

We didn't stay in the bar long, and neither of us said much while we were there. The wolf didn't seem to see any need to talk, and at the time I was too shocked at how aggressive he was to think of anything to say. I knew one thing though, and that was that I didn't want to tell him no. The wolf's incredible body, his smell, and his dominant introduction had me incredibly turned on. He said that his name was Connor, and shut me up with a glare when I tried to introduce myself, growling that he didn't care what my name was. That shut me up, and even though I was blushing under my fur, I have to admit that the indifference only made me want him more. I know that I'm submissive, and I've been with a couple of guys before who took the lead, but never like this.

So when the wolf finished his beer and stood up, I followed him with a bulge in my jeans that I hoped nobody noticed in the dark. The wolf noticed, not that he could easily miss it when we stepped out into the fresher air and into the brighter light of the sidewalk. My arousal didn't seem to excite him, and there wasn't even a hint of a smile on his muzzle as he beckoned me toward the closest alleyway. I was grinning though, in a mixture of sheepish embarrassment in horniness, and my tail was wagging behind me as I followed him into the gloom. I was expecting to find him with his pants and underwear pulled down around his paws, and was eager to get my own paws around the part of Connor I'd been fantasizing about since he sat down. I got to see it soon enough, but even his dominant greeting didn't have me expecting what the wolf had ready for me first.

Connor's dick was worth the wait, and as I press my muzzle against his shaft and my tongue laps out against the firm skin, I can feel the tight leather of Connor's surprise shift against my neck, pressing down my fur as I run my tongue up his manhood. I've never worn a collar before, and I think the one the wolf has around my neck is a little bit too small. I can still breathe, but I feel it every time I inhale, the thick leather squeezing around my neck with barely any give. I don't know what I was thinking when I let him put the thing around my neck, but I know how tight the idea made my boxers feel. I definitely wasn't expecting him to lock it, but whenever I move I can hear the small padlock clink against one of the strap's two D-rings. The other one is on the front, but there's nothing tapping against it to remind me that it's there. Knowing that I've got another man's collar around my neck, and that he's holding the only key has me dripping enough pre to make my underwear embarrassingly damp.

Even the collar is actually pretty hard to concentrate on when my nostrils are filled with Connor's scent and my tongue is licking pre from the tip of his cock. This, at least, is familiar territory for me, and my eager tongue doesn't need long to get the wolf fully aroused. I don't need to wonder why he's got the personality of an alpha now that I'm looking at almost twelve inches of dick, thick enough that closing my muzzle around it is the first challenge I have to deal with. I can't quite manage it, and when I start to bob my head back and forth, my tongue exploring his length as pre drips into my muzzle, I finally get a reaction out of him. One of his hands comes down to pat the fur between my ears, and he sucks in a deep breath as I manage to get my muzzle just far enough for the tip of my tongue to tease him where his cock protrudes from his sheath.

His dick is practically pushing down my throat when I do that though, so I pull back after a couple of seconds and focus my affection on the tip of his erection, sucking out more pre and watching with eager eyes as his knot begins to swell and his hips quiver beneath my hands. The wolf's pulse is starting to speed up, and I can feel it through my tongue as I start to lick faster and take more of him into my mouth. It's only at that point that part of me notices that Connor's tail still hasn't wagged even once, and when I turn my eyes up, straining to get a view of his face, the hand patting my fur roughly pushes my head back down. His growl of annoyance makes me shiver, and combined with the collar is more than enough to remind me who's in charge. He slams the lesson home in a more physical sense a second later, wrapping his hands around my ears and gripping them painfully as he shoves his dick into my muzzle, thrusting in far enough for his tip to press into my throat and for my tongue to be flattened under his thick shaft. I let out a whimper and almost gag, but he only growls again and shifts his weight to give himself a better angle before his cock is thrusting into my mouth again.

After that, what happens isn't really me giving him a blowjob, it's the wolf fucking what happens to be my face. I'm not really doing anything with my tongue anymore, I'm too busy trying to breathe, but that doesn't seem to matter to him any more than he cares about the occasional whine I choke out around his thick cock. It completely fills my muzzle, pressing down my tongue and rubbing against the roof of my mouth, the tip plunging into my throat with his rougher thrusts so that my nose is pushing into the sweaty fur of the wolf's crotch.

This close, with my nose actually rubbing against it, I'm pretty sure that he hasn't used any soap at all, not anytime recently. There's a part of me that's almost pathetically happy about that rank, sweaty musk, because with my lungs burning and Connor's dick squeezing into my throat and the collar feeling like a noose around my neck, it's just about the only reassurance I have that I'm breathing at all. I close my eyes and push against his hips with my hands, trying to hold him back, but I might as well be pushing against one of the alleyway's walls. He doesn't budge, and when I finally do feel his cock pull out enough for me to suck in air, it's only because his knot has gotten too big for it to fit into my mouth.

The other nine inches are more than enough, and my eyes are starting to water from the stinging grip he's got on my ears. I can hear him growl, a menacing rumble that makes my fur prick up, and I realize that now that his thrusts have gotten shorter and my nose is pressing against his knot, he's expecting a little more effort on my part than holding my breath and trying not to gag. I suck and lick him desperately, still barely able to breathe anything that isn't stale musk. With his dick still filling my muzzle, desperation is about all that I can manage. The veins in his manhood are throbbing now, and when his thrusts start to come faster and push harder against my nose, I know that he wants to bury his whole cock inside my muzzle again, knot or no knot.

The prospect is enough to make me whimper helplessly, but the wolf doesn't pay it any mind, and my whine is silenced as his hips shove into me, his hands wrenching me forward by my ears. My muzzle strains around the thick shaft, and his knot forces my jaws to open wider and wider, pushing until it finally pops inside and the head of his cock pushes back into my throat, where it stays this time as his thrusts come faster and faster without really going anywhere. My teeth have to be scratching him, but he doesn't slow down and his growling is all eagerness now, not anger. I can't breathe, and my hands squeeze his legs as I squirm and start to panic, my heartbeat sounding loud in my ears and my balls feeling like they're about to explode from sheer arousal.

I don't know exactly how long it takes, but by the time his panting starts to become almost as ragged as mine, I'm barely aware of what's happening. The first thing I notice is the sudden release of pressure as he wrenches his cock out of my muzzle, and as I gasp and cough at the sudden flood of air, I feel the thick, gooey wetness of his cum smack against my fur. There's an absurd amount of cum, enough to liberally coat my muzzle and face, while more of it drips onto my ears and runs down my cheeks to splatter on my shirt. The scent of it fills my nose with a heady, musky smell that blocks out even the alleyway's strong stench. I don't even try to get out of the way, and when the wolf leans back against the bricks, panting and with his cock still throbbing occasionally, I'm still on my knees; quivering and reaching up to touch my aching jaw and supporting myself against him. The smell is overwhelming to me, and my heart is racing from the rough and breathless way he took control, the most intense experience I've ever had.

Nervously, and with my stinging ears lowered, I raise my eyes to meet his, not sure what to expect and almost cowering at what he might do. He's looking down at me with a smug but obviously pleased grin, and as I stare up at him with what must be a dazed expression, he grabs his cock and wipes it against my muzzle, slathering it with what little of the sticky mess isn't already on me. I don't protest that either, and I realize as he does it that my own dick is so hard I'm almost surprised that my pants haven't ripped. I knew that I was submissive, sure, but I had no idea a guy could make me feel like I do now. Powerless, humiliated, and oddly thrilled at the fact that my body has brought him this much pleasure.

It does eventually dawn on me that we're still in the middle of an alleyway, only a couple of meters from a street that's fairly busy, but only when Connor's erection subsides enough for him to pull up his boxers and to zip up his jeans. I scramble up more awkwardly, a sense of uncertainty starting to creep in around my arousal. It's easier to imagine him growing wings than it is to imagine him returning the favour I just gave him the same way, but I'm still horny as hell, and I have no idea if he'll even talk to me now that I've satisfied him. He answers that question before I can think of a way to ask it by pointing toward the noise of the street.

"Alright puppy. Time to go for a drive."

Following a dominant stranger into an alley and getting showered with his cum is one thing, but apparently the idea of getting into a car with him makes me hesitate.

"Uh... Where are we going?" I reply after a couple of seconds. My voice is steady now, and I'm glad that I manage to keep the whine out of it. Connor shrugs in response and the motion shifts his muscles in a way that makes my erection twitch eagerly.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to kid," he says. "But I'm only offering once." He emphasizes his words by digging his keys out of his pocket, and glancing at my neck with his golden eyes. Gradually, I become aware of the weight that's still there, and the tightness of the warm leather, and the lock that presumably matches one of the keys in the wolf's hand. My face starts to flush again as I reach up and touch the collar, and this time I'm sure he can see me blushing where my fur is white. I know for a fact that he can see my tail creep between my legs and my drooping ears and the way my jeans are tenting out in front of my dick, which apparently loves this more and more every second. My face is still covered with his spooge, and I must look completely ridiculous standing there.

"Aren't... you going to take this off?" I ask. This time the whine is back. And Connor doesn't say anything, he just turns around and starts walking. Which it doesn't take me long to realize is an answer all on its own.

I could always find a way to cut through the leather and take off the collar on my own, or maybe I could break off the small lock. I could shout, there have to be dozens of people within earshot, though explaining things to any of them would be pretty uncomfortable. I could let the smug asshole walk away and maintain, well, probably not much pride with my fur sticky and stinking of wolf, but it would be something anyway...

Connor doesn't even make it to the end of the alleyway before I catch up with him. And when he pats me on the shoulder without a word I shiver with a feeling that has nothing to do with fear. As he leads me to whatever else he has planned, I feel my tail start to wag again, and I don't notice that the wolf's tail has started to swish back and forth now too.