{"sf1_id":50314,"sf2_id":"yndzDVea","title":"The Weekend","author":"Hawk","words":9374,"posted_at":"2008-05-11T20:04:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bondage","Drugs","Fisting","Fox","German Shepherd","M/M","Watersports","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/50314-the-weekend","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndzDVea","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7a/b8/7ab839ed-916d-43f2-89c4-71c59fb7e0ce","description":"","content":"\"The Weekend\" by H. A. Kirsch  \nCopyright 2008  \n  \nThis story is unedited; I wanted to squeeze it out, and I did.  \n  \nWarning: contains graphic depictions of male/male sex, bondage, fisting, use of poppers, watersports, and non-snuff hanging. And both F-words. Not recommended for people who hate hearing \"faggot\" or people under the legal age of \"I'm old enough to put tab A in slot B\" for your country.  \n  \n----  \n  \nDinner went by in silence, wolf and fox eating with no conversation. The fox's eyes kept drooping  \ndown to look at the table or the food, ears wilted sideways and red inside. Two thirds through the  \nmeal, the fox set his fork down with a sigh.  \n  \n\"Is there something wrong? You don't like it?\" the wolf asked, each word getting a fear twitch out  \nof the fox's ears.  \n  \n\"Sir, I... your fox requests the bathroom,\" the vulpine said, tail knocking against the back of the  \nchair he was sitting in.  \n  \nWithout another word, the wolf stood up and moved around the table, then seized the fox by the  \nscruff. He lifted, the vulpine standing with his head lurched forward. The wolf led his pet out of  \nthe room, through the kitchen, and upstairs to the main bathroom. He pushed the fox in and closed  \nthe door. \"Clean yourself out while you are in there. I don't want any accidents during your  \npunishment.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yes sir,\" the fox said from inside the bathroom. A loud gasp came out of the bathroom, followed by  \nthe rush of the shower to cover up any bodily noises.  \n  \nNow that he was alone, the wolf was free to let his guard down. His emotionless face crept into  \nexcited fear. The fox had made a big mistake. While spread on the bed, knees tucked back by way of a  \nharness, asshole violated by the wolf's finger as the lupine tried to milk his pet, the fox had  \npissed himself and the bed. It only ruined the sheets, thanks to a mildew barrier, but it was the  \nthought that counted. Now, the wolf had to punish the fox, and he came up with an immediate idea. It  \nwas mean, but it would work. The wolf's face heated up, ears burning as he thought through the plan.  \nHis cock swelled, tail tucked between the backs of his thighs. His mind did not usually think up  \npunishment, but as soon as he called on it, the ideas were there, waiting.  \n  \nThe door clicked open, hot and moist air flowing out. The fox was damp but clothed in his snug and  \nbleached house jeans, a red t-shirt, barefoot. The vulpine's muzzle still tilted down. The wolf  \nseized the vulpine's scruff again and led him to the bedroom. One hand on the fur and loose skin,  \nthe wolf dug through a wardrobe of very un-clothing items, finally settling on a large posture  \ncollar. He replaced his scruffing hand with the collar, the fox forced to look forward by the curves  \nof the collar's thick leather. The wolf hooked his finger into a ring on the collar, still holding  \nhis pet, then brought up a leather-strap muzzle. He slid it over the fox's snout, bringing straps  \naround back, fingers trembling slightly as he fitted the buckles at back. Then, each one along the  \nsnout until the fox's jaws were clamped shut.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf took out a final item, a pair of heavy leather pad mitts, padded on the inside and out with  \npuffy stuffed leather, covered with rings and two short spring-clips at the heavy wrist cuffs. The  \nfox eagerly stuck his hands into the mitts, then let out a small yrrrh as the wolf brought the  \nnow-useless hands around behind the vulpine and attached the wrist cuffs together. The wolf then  \nstood up straight, finger fixed into the collar's back ring, and walked the fox back downstairs.  \n  \nHe took the vulpine into the back hallway, then pushed open the garage door, a cold rush of air  \npuffing in. He shoved the fox through it, then marched the pet up to the far wall where there were a  \nfew cinderblocks. \"Stand up on that,\" the wolf growled, and pointed to a cinderblock. The fox stood,  \nears swinging back. The wolf lifted the vulpine up until he was standing on tiptoes, then hooked the  \ncollar's back ring onto the coat peg. The fox whimpered softly, muzzle expanding against its  \nrestraining straps, tail smacking the wall. \"You made a big mess, pet. Now, you're going to think  \nabout it until this time tomorrow.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf then turned and headed straight for the door. He pushed through and shut it behind him,  \nheart pounding into his ears, filling up the silence of the house. The wolf filled up with doubts;  \nwas the fox going to strangle himself? Was he too harsh? What about-  \n  \nThe last thought was cancelled as headlights glared up against the curtained living room windows.  \nThe wolf quickly flicked on all the lights and scurried around, making sure nothing was a terrible  \nmess. He then peeked out the curtains; a boxy airport taxi was sitting in the driveway. One of the  \ncab's doors opened and a canine stepped out, german shepherd in a business suit, with an incongruous  \narmy duffel for luggage. The wolf's tail wagged, his crotch tightened up as denim restrained his  \ngrowing erection. The wolf dimmed the dining room lights, then made his way to the door just in time  \nfor a powerful thudding knock to startle him. He opened it up, and found himself face to face with  \nthe past.  \n  \n\"Jerry!\" the dog said, voice pitched up and dropping to a gruff rasp. \"Fancy seein' you here!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Kyle, this is my house-\"  \n  \n\"And you still got the same sense of humor,\" the dog grinned, clicking his teeth together, then  \npushed past the wolf into the foyer. \"Nice little place you got here. Smells like I missed dinner.  \nGuess it's table scraps for a dog of war.\"  \n  \nThe wolf's eyes fixed on Kyle, head to toe. Gerald's former lover dwarfed him by a good two inches,  \ndespite being a dog. Cropped buzz between the ears, sharp suit, white shirt, pressed slacks,  \ngleaming duty-issue dress shoes. Under all the fabric, the barely-hidden threat of years in the U.S  \nMarine Corps. \"Actually, I saved some for you. Come on, I'm not going to make you eat a tuna  \nsandwich or something. Did you have a nice flight?\" Gerald said, heading into the kitchen, nails  \nclicking at the floor.  \n  \nThe dog milled around the dining room, inspecting the few pictures scattered about. Gerald hadn't  \nbothered to hide pictures of him and the fox, although none were particularly incriminating. \"If  \nyour idea of nice is sitting on the tarmac for four hours before takeoff, not to mention th'damn  \n'weather related delay' on my stopover. I gotta thank you for letting me come here, saves me sitting  \nall by my lonesome in a hotel, drowning my boredom with overpriced whiskey an' a nice cigar.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gerald wasn't just rooting around for the dog's portion of dinner; he was avoiding Kyle. Not out of  \nmalice, but emotion. The wolf found the foil-wrapped plates and uncovered them, then stuck them in  \nunder the broiler. He came out to the dining room, ears swung back, and set a few glasses on the  \ntable. \"Do you want some wine? I know you like.. harder stuff, but we don't have much. Only tequila,  \nand it isn't going to go with the food.\"  \n  \n\"Jerry, you runnin' a french restaurant? Sure, fill me up. Skipped my posion on the plane, ain't  \nhaving my pocketbook raped for that filth they serve.\" The dog was free of his suit jacket now, the  \nfabric draped over a chair. The dog's tie was loosened, shirt unbuttoned a few spots, displaying the  \ndirty cream of a fine german shepherd's chest. Gerald stared for a moment, before he retreated and  \nbrought out the wine. He poured a glass of white for the dog, just in time for the timer to ding. He  \nrushed back and returned with two steaming plates of food. \"Well, shit! Looks like French to me.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yep,\" the wolf beamed. \"Chicken marsala, with a side of roasted garlic potatoes and green beans. I  \nknow you aren't into veggies, but the garlic should make up for it.\" Gerald sat down and poured  \nhimself a glass of wine. Kyle had no manners; the dog already had a mouthful of food. He grasped his  \nglass and lifted it.  \n  \n\"Ten years,\" he said, clinking it with the wolf. \"Damn long time,\" Kyle said, devouring the chicken.  \n\"Don't you mind me, I ain't one for eating on a plane. Been a long way since Germany. Extended  \nbusiness trip and all.\"  \n  \nGerald was a little put off at the 'vigor' Kyle displayed in eating. The dog seemed like every  \nmoment would be the last for using a fork and knife, and the wolf waited for Kyle to just put his  \nmuzzle down to the plate. He had seen Kyle eat while coming off a night of drinking, and no hands  \nwere involved. The dog didn't give Gerald that pleasure; Kyle maintained his composure.  \n  \n\"Yeah, pretty long time,\" the wolf said, going for some of his wine so he wouldn't have to talk. His  \nmind was reeling, the dark streaks in his self opened up on the fox one moment, then conflicted lust  \nfor the dog the next. \"So how long are you here for? Until tomorrow night?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Movin' out at about 2:30 in the damn morning,\" Kyle said, swallowing down a lump of chicken,  \nchasing it with some potatoes and a token green bean. \"That'd be urh, Sunday mornin'. I'll call a  \ncab, you don't have to drive me or anything. Wouldn't want to impose like that.\"  \n  \n\"I wouldn't mind. It'll be Sunday anyway, nice day of rest.\"  \n  \nKyle gave his host wolf a straight look for a second, before returning to the plate of food like a  \nhungry dog.  \n  \n----  \n  \nAfter dinner, the two of them watched a movie. It was a cowboy drama, something that Gerald thought  \nhe had no interest in. By the end of it, the wolf was not only amused and moved, but his cock was  \nstiff as a board inside his tight jeans. Thankfully, Kyle seemed to show no interest in doing more  \nthan enjoying a fat cigar and the contours of the wolf's leather sofa.  \n  \nAfter the movie, Gerald excused himself to check on the fox. The wolf stepped into the garage, and  \npanic welled up. The fox looked very hung, drooping against the wall, tail limp. After a second, the  \nvulpine twitched and looked up, ears splaying. The wolf went over and checked out the situation; his  \npet had discovered how to lean against the wall to lessen the pull at the collar as well as the  \nstrain to his calves. He gave the fox a pet between the ears, then left.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gerald found Kyle upstairs, brushing his teeth. \"You can have the guest room, I made it all up for  \nyou,\" the wolf said, getting himself a drink of water.  \n  \nKyle spat foam into the sink, then washed his mouth out, dunking his face in the sink. \"Your little  \nfox... what's his name?\"  \n  \n\"Remy,\" the wolf said, leaving the bathroom.  \n  \n\"Remy seems like he's in the garage, so I don't see why we can't have the master bedroom to  \nourselves,\" Kyle said, coming out of the bathroom with a damp face. The dog unbuttoned his shirt all  \nthe way, then pulled it off. Gerald found it impossible to look away. The dog was brawny, the effect  \nlost a little now that there was no shirt to flatten out the fur, but the overall size increased.  \nEach pec had a stiff black nipple ringed through with a gold ring, abs were a firm bumped wall of  \nfur, shoulders hard planes up to the thick neck. The wolf was going to complain about sharing a bed  \nwith his ex, when the dog pushed him across the hallway and against the wall. \"It's been a long  \ntime, boy,\" Kyle said, voice a rasped huff. Then, the shepherd shoved his dark muzzle at Gerald's,  \nthe two locking together, tongues squirming. The wolf was helpless, hands held against the wall,  \narms finally struggling out of the grasp. He pushed at Kyle's chest, but the dog just pushed back...  \nand the grasp of heavy muscle under fur wasn't something Gerald wanted to rid himself of entirely.  \nAfter a long moment of hot mingled breath and tongue, Kyle backed off.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Uh, so, let's.. go to sleep. It's kind of late, and I'm sure you have jet lag,\" Gerald said, and  \npushed past the dog. Once inside the master bedroom, the wolf shakily tore off his own polo shirt  \nand the house shorts he was wearing, cock waggling about between his legs. He sat down into bed,  \nthen slid under the sheets. Gerald had to roll onto his side to avoid leaving a tent between his  \nleg. Even then, his tail lashed under the white sheets.  \n  \n\"Smells like you got everything washed up just for me,\" Kyle said, coming in and opening his fly.  \nThe dog then pushed his pants down, scooted out of his shoes, skinned his shirt off. Gerald stared.  \n  \n\"Uh, actually, I had to wash everything. That's why Remy's in the garage. I was milking him-\"  \n  \n\"Milkin' him? Like a cow?\" Kyle said, grabbing hold of the sheets and pulling them back, exposing  \nthe wolf. Gerald's breath caught as he was exposed, slick red dick out of his sheath.  \n  \n\"No, working his prostate. He just started to whine, but he was gagged, so I thought he was going to  \ncome. He pissed everywhere. Soaked the sheets. I'm glad I had a vinyl thing on the mattress.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Huh,\" the dog said, looking around the room as he stood at the foot of the bed. His own cock was  \nunsheathed, bulging at the base, twitching up to work some precum out. \"Hey, I'll be right back,  \ngonna go get my bag,\" the dog said.  \n  \nGerald didn't need any words to tell him what was going to happen. When it would be polite or kind,  \nKyle never said much. The wolf rolled over and started fishing through the night-table's drawer. He  \npulled out a bottle of Slick, a few condoms. He settled on a black one, tore the packet open, then  \nheld onto the glossy latex with his teeth. He lay on his back, held his wrists up like he was a  \npuppy, and waited.  \n  \nKyle barged back in. To the wolf's dismay, he was completely naked. The dog dropped his duffel bag  \nwith a thud, bent down to pull something out of it, then strode to the bed. Kyle quickly overcame  \nGerald. \"What's this?\" he said, and snatched the condom out of Gerald's teeth. \"We don't need this.\"  \n  \nThe wolf balked and twisted, grabbing for the black latex as it landed on the edge of the bed.  \nHalfway there, his hand was crushed to the sheets by Kyle's gloved grip. \"What? No, I mean-\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I said, we don't need this. I ain't dirty, and you got a fox anyway, he can't catch shit from you.\"  \nKyle straddled over the wolf, the brawny dog's thighs pinching in, squeezing at Gerald's obliques.  \n\"Now that stuff, you can put some of that stuff on me. I don't want to mess up my gloves.\"  \n  \nGerald grabbed for the bottle of lube, barely able to reach thanks to the dog perched over him, then  \nupended it and squirted a big mess of lube all over Kyle's cock. He stroked it in with the  \nfingerpads, letting his touch take in the concave canine head, the tapered point, the swell to the  \nmiddle, the lewd bulge at the base. The wolf's cock was merely human, and so was Remy's; Kyle was  \nthe only dog he'd ever been with, and the shape of the cock was endless interest. Gerald's teasing  \nstopped when he looked up to see Kyle pulling on the gloves, stretching his broad hands into the  \nblack leather.  \n  \nThe wolf moved to spread himself apart, but Kyle beat him to it, gloved hands seizing the wolf's  \nankles and splaying him, then lining calves up with his own stout chest. Gerald reached down and  \nguided the dog's slicked shaft up to his hole, and Kyle pumped it right through. The wolf only let  \nout a slight gasp.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Always good at taking a cock. Damn, I've missed you. Too fucking long. I said that already, huh?\"  \nKyle said, gloved hands gripping down at the wolf's biceps as he leaned forward and penetrated  \nfurther. \"I was fucking calling you, on the plane, and I heard your voice... I got hard, I had to  \npull out my laptop just so I could put the tray table down and keep the bitch next to me from seeing  \nmy dick.\" Deeper. \"I went to the fucking bathroom when she got up to stretch, put a fucking condom  \non so it wouldn't leave a spot in my god-damn pants.\" Deeper, and closer; the dog's muzzle was just  \ninches from Gerald's staring, scared, awestruck face. \"I could have jacked in the airport when I got  \noff the flight, work out some stress from being fucking laid over, but I didn't, you know why? You  \nknow why I didn't?\"  \n  \n\"Nnrrhhh-\"  \n  \nKyle snapped at Gerald's muzzle, a playbite, head shaking the other canine's, gloved hands bringing  \nGerald's wrists up behind his head. \"I didn't jack off because I wanted to save it for your asshole,  \nboy.\" The dog dragged backwards, far enough that the wolf's asshole quivered at the threat of losing  \npenetration, the ring kissing at the concave tip. Kyle pushed back in, and started to hammer the  \nwolf. No more words for a good five minutes straight, just the heavy grunt of exertion, the heavier  \nrattled snarl of pleasure as the dog slowed, the faint creak of leather as he gripped tighter  \nwhenever Gerald moved or struggled.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Without warning, Kyle's dog-instinct thrusts turned to a heavy grind, knot pushing at the wolf's  \ntailhole. Gerald panicked and barked, then howled as he split apart, the searing muscle cramp giving  \nway to muzzle-gaping violated pleasure. \"You know what? You're gonna come first.\" The dog smirked  \nand grabbed at Gerald's throat, choking the wolf hard enough that his gloved fingers creaked against  \neach other. Gerald gagged and struggled, eyes staring, then squeezed shut. Just as the wolf managed  \nto thrash his head to the side and suck in a rattling breath, Kyle let go. The hand moved from neck  \nto snout, clamping Gerald's jaws together, thumb touching the nosepad. The wolf huffed, and Kyle  \nthumbed over the nostrils. Gerald arched his back, chest heaving as he tried to suck in air, not  \neven getting a whiff of the musky leather wrapped over his nosepad. The wolf saw stars, his cock  \ntwitching and hosing seed all over his chest. Kyle yanked his hand away, leaving Gerald to bark like  \na strangled dog; the wolf gulped air as his hole yanked and tugged at the huge knot stuffed inside  \nit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The dog leaned back and let out the beginning of a yelp, then choked it down to a hoarse, drooling  \ngrunt, his own climax pouring out into the wolf's clenching heat. The dog then knelt there, tail  \ntwitching and swaying behind him, body pulsing more seed out, the burn of pleasure dying down. A  \nminute later, and he pulled out, knot freeing with a plop and a rush of seed that Gerald couldn't  \ncontain behind his abused ring. The dog climbed off the bed, skinned his gloves off and tossed them  \nback down onto the duffel bag. Kyle then stalked into the bathroom, took a hard piss, then came back  \nwith his cock tucked back into the sheath. He climbed down into bed and rolled onto his side, then  \nlet out a heavy whuff of satisfaction. \"Night, Jerry.\"  \n  \nThat was that. Gerald moved up against the dog, held around him, but Kyle didn't try to hold onto  \nthe wolf's arm, roll over, or anything inviting. After just minutes, the dog was clearly breathing  \nthe heavy huff of sleep. Gerald felt like a hole inside was filled, but another was gaping apart.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n* * *\n  \nThe gray wolf woke up to an empty bed, a vaguely dog-shaped depression in the sheets next to him. He  \nsniffed at it, cock swelling up inside his sheath. The pleasure was tempered by a severe need to  \npiss. Gerald got up and slid on some boxers and an old T-shirt, then started off to find Kyle. The  \ndog wasn't in the kitchen, or the bathroom. He padded into the garage and two things assaulted his  \nsenses: the heavy 'thump' of weights from the weight/playroom up in the remodeled dormer, and the  \nstench of piss. Across the room, Remy was still standing on tiptoes, slumped against the wall.  \nLittle had changed, except that the vulpine's jeans and shirt were damp, a ring of yellow rimming  \nthe big splotches. The smell wasn't vulpine, but distinctly canine.  \n  \nGerald's head spun with emotions. A little anger at Kyle for pissing on the fox. A little arousal.  \nThe bone-deep need to assert his territory. The marking instinct won out; Gerald stepped up to the  \nfox and fondled his cock out of his boxers, skinned the foreskin back, and took a deep breath. There  \nwas more than he thought, a pang of embarrassment as he flooded the fox's legs and crotch with acrid  \nmorning piss. Gerald had to step to the side to keep the puddle from hitting his feet on its way to  \nthe floor drain. Then, he headed to the garage stairs and went to see what Kyle was up to.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The dog was working out, and hard. Gerald caught him in the midst of a shuddering bench-press, the  \ndog's face ripped with a snarl, boot heels kicking at the rubber matting. Kyle spotted the wolf and  \nlet the weight drop, the universal gym bar clunking down with a room-shuddering bang. \"You makin'  \nbreakfast yet, Jerry?\"  \n  \n\"No, I-\"  \n  \n\"Good, 'cuz I'm gonna treat you to a good old country breakfast. None of this flashy stuff.  \nBreakfast ain't gourmet.\" Kyle grinned and sat up on the bench, half-gloved hand resting on the  \nleather. The dog was wearing a torn-sleeve USMC gray shirt, battered olive drab BDUs, fingerless  \nleather workout gloves, and a pair of gleaming but clearly worn army boots.  \n  \n\"You pissed on Remy,\" Gerald said, standing by the end of the bench. Kyle looked up at him, meeting  \nthe wolf's almost blank expression with a smirk.  \n  \n\"Well, he looked kind of bored. And he needed a little drink, too. I took him down, put some in his  \nmouth, then hung him back up and soaked his pants.\"  \n  \nGerald found it hard to be irritated when there was a panting, booted, gloved dog sitting in front  \nof him. \"I see. Well, I pissed on him too. He's my fox. Can't let him smell like dog.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The two met eyes, Gerald feeling his ears splay down, lips curl back. Then, Kyle stood up. \"I gotta  \ndo my crunches, then we'll go eat. You wanna come hold my feet? I'll help you work out later. Still  \ndo it 'fore dinner?\"  \n  \n\"Yeah, sure,\" the wolf said, answering both questions at once. He walked over to the incline bench,  \nKyle coming over and sitting with a huff, boots up onto the bench. Gerald looked down at the  \npolished leather, tall laced uppers. The wolf crouched on one knee next to the bench, faced Kyle,  \nand pinned the dog's boots down. He tried to focus on being helpful, to blot out the desperate  \ndesire to stroke his fingerpads against the smooth leather. He couldn't help but wonder if Kyle was  \nteasing him. The dog was a jerk, but he was also working out for real. Kyle was well on his way to  \ntwo hundred crunches when he stopped, pink tongue hanging out of his mouth.  \n  \n\"Shit, even with the blood goin' to my head, I'm getting hard. Crunches always do that. You ever  \nnotice?\" Kyle rubbed at the growing bulge in his olive pants.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gerald didn't take the opportunity to help the dog out. The words were just permission for him to  \nease up on his death-grip to the army boots. The wolf leaned down, rubbed his face against the  \nleather, then started licking. \"I think you dribbled on your boots,\" he said, tongue wiping up dust,  \nflakes of polish, the tang of piss, drips of sweat and saliva from the dog's workout. It was like  \nthe times when Remy put on his own calf-high army boots and took Gerald out back, kicked him around  \nand made him lick the dirt back off... except Remy was anything but a military fox, while Kyle was  \nsixth in a generation of marine corps dogs of war.  \n  \nThe wolf's boot reverie was broken when Kyle stood up. \"Now, I said I'm gonna make breakfast. You  \nwanna eat my boots, you're gonna have to put that off until later.\" The dog flexed hard, looking in  \nthe mirror as muscle fluffed out his chest and bicep fur. Then, he stomped out of the room and down  \nto the kitchen. When Gerald checked up on the punished fox in the garage, there was fresh tang of  \ndog-piss on Remy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ---  \n  \nKyle couldn't really cook. He could make food, but his version of making food started at hamburgers  \nand mac-n-cheese and ended with country breakfasts. The dog never tried anything beyond man-food,  \nwhich had driven Gerald slowly crazy when they lived together.  \n  \nThe greasy breakfast was a nice change of pace from the fruity and savory crepes that the wolf  \nusually made. The two sat at the table, gobbling down eggs and hash browns and sausage and bacon and  \nbiscuits and sausage gravy. Every so often, Gerald paused to wash things down and silently remarked  \nthat the dog always had such bad habits, but always looked so good.  \n  \nAs soon as he was done eating, with a burp and a muzzle wipe, Kyle stood up. \"I think that meal had  \nnap-time written all over it,\" the german shepherd said as he stretched hard, then boot-clomped into  \nthe living room and dropped onto the sofa. Before Gerald even stood up, the dog was dozing off. The  \nwolf pondered the shepherd sprawled out on the sofa, then turned hard and went back up to the  \nbedroom. It would be so easy to unzip the dog's worn-out and misplaced Army fatigues, nurse on  \nKyle's cock until it spit semen all over his tongue, but the wolf couldn't bring himself to sink  \ndown like that. The weekend was made for him to take the top role, not to stay the same as he always  \nwas. He got the bed, the dog got the couch. Kyle was too busy being asleep to care either way, it  \nseemed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gerald woke up with a start. His fitful dream was full of terrified howling from his mate, but the  \nwolf had searched everywhere and the sound just came from wherever he was not. The wolf looked  \naround, quirked his ears, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Just as he was rolling back  \nover to go back to sleep, the sound wailed up in reality. Gerald leapt out of bed and ran down to  \nthe garage, where Remy was baying and shaking. \"What the hell is it? What's wrong?\" Gerald whined,  \nand unhooked the fox from where he was hanging. The fox instantly flatted down on his feet and  \nnearly crumpled over. Gerald pawwed over the fox, and found the vulpine's calves hard as rocks. \"Oh,  \nshit. Looks like you're all cramped up. Well-\"  \n  \n\"Well, I know how to fix that,\" Kyle said, pawwing sleepily at his headfur. The german shepherd had  \ncome in behind Gerald and was standing with one hand on his waist. He stopped pawwing at himself and  \nrummaged around, finally grabbing a leftover cinderblock. \"Here we go. Learned this trick way back,  \nfor when you get a leg cramp. Up you go, foxy boy,\" Kyle said, and grabbed Remy by the shoulders,  \nhauling the fox up and putting the balls of his feet on the block. The fox's heels sunk down and the  \nvulpine let out a low groan of relative satisfaction.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Huh. Thanks,\" Gerald said, to Kyle's departing tail. Inside, he wasn't so thankful. He looked over  \nat Remy again; the fox's jeans were stained with odd dark swirls and white crystals. More dog piss.  \nThe dog must have done it during his nap. Gerald instantly had an idea. \"Kyle! Go upstairs. I mean  \nup here, above the garage.\"  \n  \n\"Lemme get some liquid in me, boy,\" Kyle hollered back, and was covered over by the kiss of the  \nkitchen sink.  \n  \nGerald got a head start, rushing up the back stairs. He pushed through the gym room and into the  \nplayroom, locking the only door behind him. The wolf quickly took off his clothes and started  \nrooting around, assembling an outfit. Midway through, Kyle knocked on the door.  \n  \n\"Hey, what're you up to in there?\" Pause. \"I can hear you banging around.\" Pause. \"Oh, I know  \nwhat's up. I know what's up. Well, you just take your time-\"  \n  \nThe wolf finished changing and burst out the door, knocking Kyle back hard enough that the dog  \nbackpedaled and fell onto one of the gym mats. The german shepherd lay there, wide-eyed, ears pinned  \nback at the sight of the wolf. The wolf was wearing all rubber, all black rubber. Heavy rubber  \nshirt, heavy rubber codpiece pants, over-the-knee rubber harness boots, a long rubber trench-coat,  \nand elbow-length rubber chemical gloves. Gerald's head was completely hidden by a wolf-shaped gas  \nmask, two corrugated hoses coming off the snout and running back to be tucked into the coat's high  \ncollar, ears 'splinted' up above his head into molded shapes, eyes behind seemingly black reflective  \neyeplates.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kyle was dressed in his workout clothes from earlier, still-sweaty shirt and fatigues, polished  \nblack military boots, fingerless leather gloves. The wolf's fatigues bulged up in the front within  \nseconds of seeing the wolf. \"Aww fuck,\" the dog mumbled, wheezing as the air had been knocked out by  \nthe fall. \"Aww fuck, Gerald, thought you all grew up outta that kind of stuff, or uh.. uh.\"  \n  \nGerald stalked forward and lifted a boot, the dog cringing back. The rubbered wolf stepped it down  \non Kyle's chest, flattening the dog back. The wolf stood, looking Kyle straight in the eye, Kyle  \nonly seeing those blank, black eyes looking back. Gerald said nothing, leaving only the heavy,  \nmuffled huff of breathing. Kyle's facial expression had, \"I am going to piss myself,\" written all  \nover it. Gerald lifted his boot up, then put it back down on Kyle's face, shoving the dog's muzzle  \nto the workout mat. The wolf then twisted his boot, treads digging into the dog's lips, twisting the  \njaw open. Kyle's tongue fell out and drool started to trickle against the mat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf gave a 'kick' with the heel, then pulled his boot away. He bent down and grabbed Kyle by  \nthe upper arms and levered the german shepherd up, then got the dog's arms behind his back and  \nmarched him into the other room. Weight equipment was replaced by dungeon equipment: bondage  \nsawbuck, chain and leather fuck-sling, St. Andrew's whipping cross, full restraint stocks, bondage  \nchair, bondage board, u-brace, and a plethora of equipment. The room had the unmistakable smell of  \nfox musk along with wolf, and despite being mostly clean, had definite sexual filth. Gerald muscled  \nthe dog over to the padded sawhorse and shoved him onto it; the dog didn't try to escape, only  \nstruggling to get boots and hands onto the pads.  \n  \nGerald wasted no time exposing Kyle's rear, pulling the sweat-mottled fabric down and exposing the  \ntight muscle under brown fur. The wolf unsnapped the rubber pouch containing his cock and started  \nstroking himself up to full stiffness, turning away from the dog. He swiped a set of wrist and ankle  \ncuffs and attached Kyle to the sawhorse. The only sound in the room for a few minutes was the click  \nof metal, the creak of rubber and wood, the pant of an excited dog, and the science-fiction masked  \nhuff from Gerald's gas-mask hood.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Aww man, what're you gonna do to me? What're you gonna do?\" Kyle begged, tail trying to stay  \ntucked down. \"Are you gonna fuck me, Jerry? You don't, you don't have to do all this shit, you can  \njust-\"  \n  \nThe wolf reached over and wrapped the dog's snout with black rubber fingers, making Kyle squirm and  \npack his hips against the sawhorse. Gerald didn't have to say anything, would even be more effective  \nif he said nothing. For all Kyle's asshole personality, the dog had a weak-spot for exactly how the  \nwolf was done-up at the moment. Gerald grabbed a bottle of lube and came back, then squirted the  \nlube right at the dog's tailhole. He then started massaging the slick fluid into the muscle, gloved  \nthumb sliding in, withdrawn and replaced by one finger, then two. Kyle let out a low howl, body  \nshuddering, muscles milking at the invading fingers. \"Fuck me, fuck this army dog, fuck.. fuck your  \nprison-dog..\"  \n  \nSo that was it, Gerald said to himself, a whisper under the mask that not even dog-ears would pick  \nout. Years in the marines, and Officer Kyle probably wished he was tied up in a sultry jungle hut  \nwith the militia taking turns on him. The wolf left the dog alone, and retrieved a metal  \ncage-muzzle. He came back and stuffed it over the shepherd's snout, then strapped the leather around  \nhis head. Kyle whined and drooled, jaw thumping against the inside of the muzzle as he tried to open  \nhis mouth to talk.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gerald squirted some lube onto his own cock, then simply stood behind the dog and rammed himself in.  \nKyle barked and flatted his ears, muscles bulging out under fur as he tried to rip his body off the  \nsawhorse and get away. Gerald grunted inside the mask, gloved hands seizing the dog's shoulders as  \nhe pushed up to the hilt, then started to jackhammer the subdued canine. The wolf chose to ignore  \nsubtlety, opting instead for brutal thrusts. His own style was far from that, and he found it easy  \nto thrust for upwards of fifteen minutes straight. To get himself off, he seized his balls with a  \ngloved hand and pulled on them, howling into the gas mask as he pumped his seed into Kyle's  \nincreasingly-loose hole. The wolf pulled out, groaning and huffing in the mask, and then got an  \nidea. Kyle was motionless, panting hard, drool hanging off the muzzle and making a puddle on the  \nfloor.  \n  \nThe wolf picked up the bottle of lube and stood in front of Kyle, one hand tilting the dog's head up  \nuntil Kyle held it there. Gerald squirted lube out all over his hand, then spread it around with the  \nother, black rubber turning shiny-slick. Kyle stared, then started to struggle, body rocking at the  \nsawhorse, ankles trying to kick at their shackles. Gerald moved behind the dog and started to finger  \nat the canine's tailhole, thumbing into it, then penetrating with two fingers again. Then three.  \nWhen Gerald tried to put in all four pointed fingers, the dog howled and kicked.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Undeterred, Gerald rifled through a drawer and pulled out a medical breathing mask for canines. It  \nwas wolf-sized, but the metal cage muzzle would make up the difference. Seeing this item, with its  \ncorrugated rubber hose, Kyle yowled as more drool poured out of his mouth. The rubber wolf strapped  \nthe mask onto the dog's head, the rubber clinging around the muzzled snout, Kyle's breath huffing  \nthrough the air hose. While Gerald looked for more toys, Kyle produced another puddle on the floor,  \nspit coming out the air hose instead of off his face.  \n  \nGerald came back with a wet cotton ball in his fingers, and held the ball up to the end of the air  \nhose. Kyle struggled and gasped in the mask, ears quickly turning deep red inside, fearful grunts  \nand whines turning into the throaty groan of pleasure as the poppers fumes flooded his brain. Gerald  \ntook the cotton ball away, and tried for the dog's asshole again. This time, four fingers went in  \neasy, the dog's flesh quivering and hot around the rubber. A few minutes of slow teasing, and Kyle's  \nring admitted the wolf's knuckles, Gerald making a fist inside. Kyle coughed and gasped in the mask,  \nthe sound coming out like a spastic laugh. Gerald fingered around inside, then pulled his hand out;  \nthe palm was smeared with his own semen.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf moved over to Kyle's face and unhooked the mask, then showed the dog the mess all over his  \nhand. Gerald then wiped the inside of the mask with his collected spunk, then put it back on Kyle's  \nsnout. The dog tried to lick, jaws working and straining inside the muzzle, chest heaving as he  \nhuffed and coughed at the musky smell of wolf seed. Gerald gave him another round with the soaked  \ncotton ball, which left the dog howling and straining, tail lashing and muscles straining as Kyle  \ntried to present his rump. Gerald's fist entered easily this time, and he slowly worked his way up  \nto the edge of his rubber gauntlet cuff, then began to pump the dog with his arm. Kyle howled and  \nsquirmed, head flinging around, air hose whacking against the sawhorse, sending strings of spittle  \nall over the floor.  \n  \nGerald started to grope his fingers downwards at the dog's prostate, each time his hand pulled back  \nand shoved forward, and that sent Kyle over the edge. The dog howled and spasmed, muscles clenching  \ndown on the invading fist. Gerald responded by pulling out, just as the dog's ring squeezed up  \nagain. The dog quivered and whined on the sawhorse, grunting and slobbering into the mask. A few  \nmoments later, a huge glob of saliva dripped onto the floor. Gerald pulled the mask off, then  \nreversed the dog's bondage. Kyle had to be forced onto the sawhorse, but was perfectly content to  \ncrouch there afterwards, wet-muzzled and gasping.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Son of a bitch! You didn't have to fuckin' put your fist up my ass! I was about to come with you  \nhammering me like that,\" the dog growled, and slowly came off the sawhorse. Kyle was shaky-legged  \nand staggered, sitting himself in the bondage chair to avoid falling down. His face and neck were  \nsweaty, fatigues absently pulled up, fly still undone. Gerald ignored him for the moment and  \ninspected the padded top of the horse. Besides a big mess of precum, there was a ridiculously tiny  \ndrool of spunk.  \n  \n\"Did you come?\" Gerald asked, behind the mask.  \n  \n\"Shit, Jerry, I dunno what you did in there... I started to, and it.. it really, but nothing came  \nout. Fuck, take that thing off, you're creeping me out.\"  \n  \nThe wolf worked the gas mask hood off, pulling it away with a big whuff of fresh air. \"I guess  \nthings don't really change, huh?\" He set the hood aside, then started with the rest of the gear.  \nKyle pushed up off the chair and shoved past the still-rubbered wolf.  \n  \n\"I'm gonna go take a hot shower and get some coffee in me before my head explodes,\" Kyle said. \"Then  \nyour little fox-boy's gonna get it.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ---  \n  \nGerald put on a pair of rubber chaps and a rubber tank, along with heavy motorcycle boots and  \nleather gauntlet gloves, then went down to the garage. The fox was still standing on that  \ncinderblock, unmoved from before. The fox's piss-crusted jeans were freshly wet down the fly and one  \nof the legs, from inside this time; Remy had just pissed himself. \"Have you thought about what you  \ndid? About how you need more self-control?\"  \n  \nRemy didn't say anything. Gerald lifted a gloved hand to the fox's face and made him look eye to  \neye. \"You answer me.\"  \n  \n\"Yes sir,\" Remy said, barely able to move his jaws from the muzzle. The mumble was understood.  \n  \n\"Good. Now, you're going to let our guest have some fun with you. We need to be good hosts. You  \nunderstand?\"  \n  \n\"Yes sir,\" Remy repeated, then sniffed.  \n  \nGerald then went and pulled over an old, creaky wooden chair and sat on it, idly fondling himself,  \nlooking at the arm-bound, muzzled, strained and pissed-on fox. Something seemed wrong. The wolf  \nwasn't very excited, and it wasn't just having emptied himself in Kyle's ass; Gerald could easily go  \nfour in a row. Remy took so well to being disciplined that the fox might as well have been a statue.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kyle banged around after his shower, tromping about upstairs in the weight room and dungeon. The dog  \nclopped down the stairs, done up in one of the uniforms Gerald kept around for play. It was a  \nreplica Stasi uniform, which had Kyle dressed in grayish beige fabric tunic, black-brimmed officer's  \ncap, leather riding gloves, flared breeches, and knee-high boots. The boots looked a little bit  \nlarge; the rest of the uniform looked painted on. \"Boy, Jerry, you need to bulk up a little bit.  \nStop sitting around at your job, go use the gym or something! Look at me, this oughta fit me, I'm a  \nbit smaller than you, but you're all scrawny.\" The dog had a shapeless black leather thing clutched  \nin one hand, a wind of rope in the other.  \n  \n\"What're you going to do with that?\" Gerald asked, sitting forward as the dog set the items aside on  \na worktable.  \n  \n\"Gonna set it down, I'm going to fuck your little fox-toy first.\" Gerald clopped up to the fox and  \nguided Remy off the cinderblock, then pushed him towards Gerald. The dog bent the fox over, leaving  \nthe wolf to support him. \"Here, you hold him for me. You get to watch all up-close.\" Kyle's gloved  \nhands undid the fox's jeans, pulling the stinking, piss-crusted fabric down around the vulpine's  \nankles. Remy flatted his ears and rubbed his head against Gerald's crotch. The gesture got him a  \nslap to the muzzle, and the fox sunk his face against the leather-clad thigh instead.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kyle clomped around the garage, making his boot heels clack as sharply as he could manage, and found  \na wood packing crate. He kicked it with his boot until it snapped and broke, then bent down and  \nripped one of the planks off it. He came back over and walloped Remy on the rump with it, a dull  \nsmack of wood on fur. \"You see, Jerry, you gotta punish someone. Making them stand in the corner,  \nthat's not punishment. That's for little kids at school, who can't get whacked because of the  \nfucking pussy-P.C school system.\" He hit the fox again, harder, dark face grunting and showing off  \nwhite teeth. Then again, and again. Remy took the first few in stride, but started to whimper and  \ngrunt with the next few, body trying to dodge away and push against Gerald. The wolf just scruffed  \nRemy to keep him still. After ten whacks, the fox's ears were pinned flat. After twenty, Remy was  \ncrying. Not the wet tears of strain, but body-wrenching sobs.  \n  \n\"Hey, hey, let off him, I don't want his ass bleeding all over the place or anything,\" Gerald  \ngrowled up to Kyle. The dog snorted and threw the plank away, wood clattering against a pile of junk  \nat the far wall.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Fine, fine, he's your fox.\" Kyle stepped over to the side and started rubbing at the wet bulge in  \nthe uniform breeches. \"You see this? You see it? It's all hard now, not like when I was pissing on  \nyou, faggot,\" the dog said, his other hand grabbing Remy's wet caged muzzle and turning it towards  \nhim. The dog unbuttoned the fly, then fished his cock out, the shaft swollen enough that the knot  \nwas already growing. \"You been fucked by a dog? Look at this, this is a real dog's dick, not that  \nthing your wolfy there has.\"  \n  \n\"Kyle-\"  \n  \nThe dog snapped at Gerald, then quickly got behind Remy. He milked at his cock until a drool of  \nslime hung out from the tip, then spread it over the swell of his shaft, from concave tip up to the  \npuffed-up knot. Kyle entered Remy with no fanfare at all, although Remy squirmed and barked into his  \nmuzzle. When the dog pulled back and pistoned forward, Remy howled.  \n  \n\"Shut up,\" the dog snorted, and pounded forward again. Kyle had to be trying his hardest to be  \nviolent; his thrusts made him drool and grunt and snap, gloved hands clutching at Remy's tail and  \nhip fur. The fox wailed and slapped his muzzle on Gerald's leg, the wolf scruffing tighter so the  \nvulpine couldn't struggle away. \"I said shut up!\" Kyle snarled. \"Halt's Maul und lass dich ficken,  \ndu dreckige kleine Schwuchtel!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What did you just say?\"  \n  \n\"I told him to shut up and, and.. take my fucking cock!\" Kyle huffed, and abruptly backed away.  \n\"Shit, shit shit, fuck I can't come now, I can't come..\" he growled, and beat on Remy's ass with a  \nhand, punching it as he squeezed the tip of his cock. \"Unrh. Urrh. There we go.\"  \n  \n\"Why the hell didn't you come in him?\" Gerald growled, and stood up, taking Remy's torso with him.  \nThe fox staggered and leaned against the wolf. \"You didn't come with my arm up your ass, you didn't  \ncome in his asshole, when are you going to come?\"  \n  \n\"I got off with you in me, asshole, but nothing came out. You screwed something up in there,  \ngrapplin' around. And now, I'm saving it. I got something in store for this little bitch of yours.\"  \n  \n\"Vixen. Bitches are dogs,\" Gerald chided.  \n  \n\"Whatever,\" Kyle grunted, and went over to the worktable. \"Go put that chair in the middle of the  \nroom.\"  \n  \nGerald scooted the chair over to underneath the garage door-opener, pausing a few feet from the  \nright spot. He knew exactly what would happen, and his tail tucked at the thought. Remy didn't  \nfollow; the fox simply stood, facing away, tail drooping. Kyle joined the wolf and looked up towards  \nthe garage door opener, then at the rope in his hand. The opener was more recent than the garage;  \nnext to it were an old rusty spring and pully lifter arrangement, the spring lying broken next to  \nthe pully, tied in place with a string. Kyle took the rope and tossed it up over the pully, then  \nhanded the free end to Gerald. \"Here you go, pup. You hold onto this real good.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf was half terrified and half aroused, and his cock portrayed that exactly, bloated but  \ndrooping forward. He clutched up the rope, winding it around one hand grasping with the other. He  \nlooked over to Remy; the fox was still standing, faced away, as if he was a mannequin.  \n  \nKyle took the rope and chewed through it, then took some of it over to Remy. He wound it around the  \nfox's upper arms, making a sort of harness out of it. \"I ain't dumb, Jerry,\" the shepherd said, as  \nhe looked over to the apprehensive wolf. \"Ain't gonna just, you know, do it for real.\" The dog then  \nmarched Remy over to the chair and stood him next to it. Kyle stalked to the worktable and picked up  \nthe leather object, then brought it back over. It was a simple 'bag hood', with two little nostril  \nholes for air. Gerald's cock pumped up full-hard when he recognized it, and remembered when he'd  \nbeen the one put into it. Kyle put it on with the air holes facing backwards, then simply let it sit  \nover the fox's head.  \n  \n\"Uh, I think you put it on-\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"It ain't on backwards, Jerry. Just don't want him sniffin' through the holes.\" Kyle took the  \ndangling rope and started knotting it up. The rope transformed into a standard noose loop and slip  \nknot, which the dog fitted over the fox's leather-bagged head. \"You get up here, c'mon,\" the  \nshepherd said to the fox, and led him to stand up on the chair. Once he was up there, Kyle reached  \nup and chewed off a loose end of the 'harness' rope, then used it to connect the noose and arm  \nbindings. Gerald had seen the general setup before, but started to prickle inside as he thought over  \nhow it worked; Kyle didn't seem to be really making it safe. The wolf's panic increased by the  \nsecond, but instead of yelping out and throwing the dog away and rescuing Remy, he froze, clutching  \nharder onto the rope, glove leather squeaking. \"Oh, knew you'd like this, pup,\" Kyle said, grinning  \nat the staring wolf. Gerald slowly took up the slack, until he was lightly tugging on the fox, the  \nrope snugged up to his neck. As Remy breathed, the bag puffed out and then sucked up against his  \nface, faster and faster.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kyle stepped to the side. \"In the name of this great nation, I hereby carry out the sentence of  \ndeath for Remy..\" Kyle looked to Gerald, who didn't offer up the fox's last name. \"Ahem. The  \nsentence of death for this fox, who has committed treason against the nation and disobedience  \nagainst his master, Gerald Frank.\"  \n  \nGerald stared on as Remy started to panic, either from lack of air or the impending hanging. The  \nwolf's ears started to roar, hands clutching tighter at the rope, body bracing back. He remembered  \nhow to stand when playing safety, from years ago, getting his boots in the right position. Without  \nmuch warning, Kyle lifted one of his jackbooted feet and heel-stomped at the chair from the front,  \ncracking the seat and sending it flinging back. Remy dropped a good six inches, stopping with a  \nlurch, arms pulled up hard from behind. The rope did its job, saving him from serious trauma, but it  \ndidn't stop him from choking violently. The fox gagged and snarled and barely squeezed out a yelp,  \nchest heaving, body lurching, feet trying to kick his jeans off the ankles. Gerald started counting  \nin his head, while Kyle stood there, furiously pumping at his cock, working hard enough that the  \nsound of leather on wet flesh was audible over the croaks and gags from the hung fox.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Remy was hard as a rock, harder, dripping precum, cock pumping upwards as muscles tensed, and the  \nvulpine thrashed harder, swinging and kicking in hard spasms as huge arcs of semen shot out,  \nsplattering a good ten feet away. Kyle howled like a dying hound, fist yanking on his knot, seed  \nspraying out in equally copious splatters. Gerald was about to yell to let Remy down when the dog  \nwhipped something out and rushed the vulpine. The something was a bowie knife, and he sawwed through  \nthe rope, then collected the fox in his arms. The shaking vulpine was unhooded and set on the floor,  \nstill tied up, cock dribbing into his abs, eyes staring up at the ceiling.  \n  \nKyle simply looked over to the wall clock. \"Shit. Well, looks like I gotta start gettin' my stuff  \nready,\" the uniformed dog said, and clopped up the back stairs, leaving fox and wolf alone.  \n  \n---  \n  \nGerald offered to take Kyle to the airport, and the offer turned into an argument which the wolf  \nfinally won by refusing to back down. After letting the dog and his duffel bag off at the departure  \ngate, he drove back off for the half hour ride home. Every mile had him feeling antsier and angrier,  \nuntil he was clutching the steering wheel and fuming to himself over Kyle. The dog hadn't only been  \nan asshole, he was a reckless, selfish jerk, and Gerald kept repeating it to himself until he was  \nready to bite the first person he saw. He got home and skipped going inside to see Remy, who had  \nbeen lounging in the bath after the little 'scene'. He went straight up to the workout room and put  \non a pair of boxing gloves, then started pounding the duct-taped bag in the corner. With his eyes  \nclosed, he imagined he was pounding in the german shepherd's chest muscles, face, cock and balls.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Someone touched him and Gerald swung around, swiping. His padded hand smacked one of Remy's ears,  \nand the fox ducked away, muzzle down. Gerald sighed, most of the anger draining away into the  \npanting exhaustion from his workout. \"Sorry,\" he sighed. \"I feel better now. We oughta go to bed.  \nHad a long day.\"  \n  \nThe two went across into the house proper and settled into the master bedroom, Remy careful to  \nuntuck the sheets for Gerald. The wolf slid in, then made a spot for the fox to tuck up next to him.  \nA few minutes after lights out, Gerald piped up. \"I shouldn't have let him come over,\" he said.  \n  \n\"Why? I'm not jealous,\" Remy said softly. \"Sir,\" he added.  \n  \n\"That's not why. Kyle's an asshole. He doesn't care about people. He follows orders, and when there  \naren't any orders... he just goes kind of nuts. Does whatever he wants. Literally. He ignored me for  \na week once because he was busy building some sort of crazy model.. he's a sci-fi fan, it was some  \nkind of space ship. He started fucking around with other guys, and he didn't ask, he didn't listen  \nto me when I told him I wanted to know about it, and that was the end.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry,\" the fox said, gently stroking at the wolf's chest. Gerald watched the projected alarm  \nclock numbers on the ceiling creep up towards 12:00. \"I... I guess I had fun, I mean that really  \nwasn't anything crazy. I've done harder stuff. This one guy tried to drown me. For real... it was  \nplay, but then he freaked out. Luckily I can hold my breath, and he didn't count on me knowing jiu  \njitsu.\"  \n  \nGerald chuckled. \"I can just imagine you hurling some guy-\"  \n  \nThe number rolled over to 12:00, and Remy's hand grabbed Gerald's muzzle shut. The weekend reversal  \nwas over. Remy rolled over and fished in the drawer, withdrawing a heavy-duty ringed collar and  \nsliding it around Gerald's neck. The wolf's cock stirred, but Remy ignored it. The fox then took out  \na cage muzzle and put it over Gerald's snout, then carefully strapped it on. \"Okay, wolf, you know  \nthe rules. No sleeping on the bed unless you're invited.\"  \n  \nGerald whined and slinked off, taking the bedspread with him. He rolled around in the king-sized  \nfabric until it made a pad on the floor, and Remy tossed a small lounge pillow down for him.  \n\"Mrrufff,\" Gerald grunted, sitting up and peeking over the bed at Remy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Sleep well, wolf. Don't worry about that dog. Pets don't need to worry about things like that.\"  \n  \nGerald settled back down into his bedspread-nest, head resting on the pillow, fingers petting at his  \ncollar. All of a sudden, Kyle really didn't matter. Gerald could never handle being on top for very  \nlong, being too anxious. Being a pet wolf again, all he had to do was make Remy happy (and of  \ncourse do his job at work), and he drifted off into sleep relieved of his stirred-up emotions.  \n  \nIn his dreams, however, he was the one being hung, and he woke up with his cock spurting the inside  \nof the bedspread. The wolf's face burned as he tried to settle back to sleep, imagining the  \nterrible, painful, degrading punishment he would get from Remy the next day, and it only made him  \nhard again.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}