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Ulysses is Obedient

by Ulysses Faer

"Strip to your underwear, bitch!" The wolf forcefully commanded once we were in his apartment.

I was turned on by Dustin's domineering personality, and shivered with excitement. Before I was even able to begin to unbuttoning my shirt the other fur had small digital camera raised in his paw, recording a video of the entire exchange to relive later. I started to undress in a sensual, submissive manner, teasing him with each motion, as I usually did, to arouse my partners.

"Did I tell you that you could take your time? Take off your clothes. Now, bitch!" He snarled.

If it was possible, I was even more excited by his tone. I gulped and nodded. As quickly as I could I complied and disrobed, first tossing my shirt onto a heap the carpet and then deftly undoing my belt and pulling my jeans off over my large, rabbit feet.

Not taking his eyes off of me, the fit wolf, barely much larger than I (somewhat short for one of his species), rubbed the sizable bulge in his crotch with his free paw.

"Pick them up," came his next order.

I leaned down and scooped up the pile of my clothes without hesitation.

"Come with me," he instructed. We walked through his living room and he slid open the door to his balcony. Dustin's unit was on the second floor of a three-story building, near the rear of the complex and his small wooden deck overlooked a modest park complete with a basketball court for the neighborhood youth. Stepping out casually, he set the camera down on the railing a few feet from me and cast his gaze out.

"Out here," he bid, beckoning me with a claw.

I obediently stepped out onto the structure.

"Throw your clothes away," the wolf commanded, jerking his head toward the park.

Eager to be utterly dominated, I readily adhered to his edict and tossed the bundle of clothing with all my might, letting the clothing fly to the dirt below. The light breeze caught the garments and I knew that they were gone for good. There was no backing out.

Not that I would have.

A couple of bear cubs below, young teenagers, were shooting hoops and noticed the motion of the clothing caught in the wind. Looking up, they saw me standing in nothing but my snug, low-rise, white briefs, clearly visibly as the distance was not far and the fabric contrasted sharply with the champagne color of my coat. My ears burned as I blushed furiously. While I was no stranger to being seen in various states of undress, it was usually in a blatantly sexual situation. This was merely for the sake of humiliation. They pointed at me and snickered to one another for a short while.

"Wait," the wolf insisted, "while I go get things ready. Don't move, and don't try to cover yourself."

He glanced at the camera, implying that he would be able to tell if I disobeyed.

His tone sent shudders up and down my spine and my sheath swelled. I hoped the cubs playing basketball below could not see the contours of my genitals from where they stood, but I could do little to stop my penis from hardening and entreating out of my sheath. The thought of being exposed and humiliated was making me horny.

Dustin stepped inside and locked the door, trapping me, nearly nude, outside. He was gone for several long moments. I don't know how long exactly, each second felt like minutes. It was long enough, however, since before the wolf came back, the spectacle of a jackalope standing in the open his skimpy underwear must've outlived its novelty, as the young furs had returned to their game, only glancing up at me with a smirk every now and again. I was startled as the door slid open once more.

The wolf stood before me, now shirtless, revealing his fit body. In one paw he held a collar made of coarse, charcoal-colored fabric. It had a tag, a cute, pink heart, with the words "DOMINATE ME" etched into it. In the pocket of his tight, black jeans, I caught sight of one cuff of a pair of handcuffs. He stepped before me and held up the collar. Without needing prompting I looked up slightly to expose my neck, letting him fasten the piece around it.

"Good bitch!" He complimented with a cruel leer. "Now, get inside."

He grabbed the camera from the balcony railing and followed me in.

"Bathroom," my wolf dominator dictated, pointing down a hall.

As I began to walk down the hall Dustin smacked my ass. Hard! He then grabbed my shoulder with one paw and placed his foot behind my knee.

"Furs walk," he explained, pressing me firmly toward the floor. "Bitches crawl."

I sunk to my paws and knees, shooting a jet of pre-cum into my briefs from the excitement, staining the soft cotton with a small wet spot while my cock began to strain agonizingly against my underwear. I knew better than to pause and massage it. I had barely begun to crawl when he stopped me once more.

"You've been good about it so far, but just to make sure you don't speak," he said.

I looked up over my shoulder to face him. He held up a stainless-steel ring gag, which he quickly crouched to affix to my muzzle, holding it wide open and fastened tightly behind my head. He nodded for me to continue my slow, degrading crawl, occasionally prodding me along with a heavy heel to my rump. Dustin kept pace, swaggering beside me with a predatory sneer. Eventually I made it down the hallway and butted open the door with a slight bump of my antlers. In his bathroom I could feel the cold linoleum on my paws. By the time I got there my jaw already ached from the gag.

I looked up and behind me to the wolf, wiggling my ass, eager for my next order. I wanted nothing more than to be completely submissive and obedient; to be utterly used.

He nodded toward the shower, grinning evilly, as he recorded my every demeaning motion with his camera. The curtain had been removed, and a length of chain hung from the showerhead. I saw a bottle of lube set on the corner of the tub and my heart fluttered in anticipation.

I crawled over the lip of the tub and sat inside, resting on my hind end with my legs splayed to the side. Dustin set the camera down on the counter and fished the cuffs out of his pocket. I submissively held my paws forward, and let him lock them into place so tight that the steel bit my flesh through my soft fur. Unceremoniously, the wolf grabbed my paws and tugged them high above my head, effectively restricting my every motion from the waist up, and clipped the binds onto the small chain hanging from the nozzle.

"You're my possession now," Dustin explained, cocking his head to the side casually. He spoke slowly and deliberately. "I own you. You're a tool for my pleasure. If I decide that you deserve it I'll pleasure you as well, but you are not allowed, to touch yourself, even if I unchain you. You will always do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"

The thrill caused my cock to jump and pulse, leaking more pre-cum into my underwear. I nodded.

"Good. Let's test your commitment. Piss you," he commanded.

The order caught me off guard. I had been with a few furs that were into urine before, usually canines and the occasional porcupine that like to mark their lovers, but had never been asked to wet myself. He wanted to see me completely vulnerable and humiliated. The thought excited me in ways I couldn't have imagined it would. I closed my eyes and willed myself to pee, but before I began I was slapped across the cheek. The strike burned my face and almost brought a tear to my eye. I peeked at the attractive wolf through squinted eyes.

"Look me in the eyes when you do it," he explained, baring his teeth with a cruel smirk.

I forced my eyes open and stared him in the face, once more willing myself to release my bladder. It was difficult to begin, not only did I have to coerce my body to go against a lifetime of reinforcement but I had to piss through a stiffened cock as well. After a few seconds I could feel a warm wetness spreading across my underwear, staining the once white briefs golden-yellow. They soaked through and a thin trickle of urine drizzled into the tub, pooling around my thighs. Dustin massaged his crotch, grinning wickedly. He obviously enjoyed watching me humiliate myself in such a manner. I flushed even more furiously than before. My face was hot with embarrassment. With that one belittling act I felt like an awkward cub.

That must have of been the feeling he was trying to convey. That I was weak and helpless. And that I was fully under his power.

The urine cooled remarkably fast, and I was stuck kneeling in soggy, stained underwear in a puddle of potent smelling liquid. I felt utterly degraded, and it turned me on more than I could express. The outline of my fully erect penis was clearly visible as it tented my sopping briefs.

"Good bitch," the wolf rewarded. "Now it's my turn."

He unzipped the black denim at his waist to reveal an engorged sheath. He was wearing no underwear and his fat, crimson phallus was half erect at four inches, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I briefly wondered how he was going to piss himself, before realizing my stupidity as he stepped into the tub inches in front of me. He aimed his member at my face. I readied myself, though there was little that I could do. My antlers pressed into my raised arms, restricting my head from turning as surely as any high-end bondage gear, and the ring-gag ensured that my mouth would remain wide open.

He began without warning. The stream of hot liquid first sprayed against the top of my nose, stinging my eyes, his powerful scent filling my nostrils. It ran off down the sides of my muzzle and dripped into my maw. It was salty and a little bitter, but not necessarily unpleasant to taste. He aimed the jet of urine lower, soaking the fur of my lithe chest and matting it against my body. I shuddered and released more pre-cum into my underwear. Once my body was suitably coated he pinched off his flow, and smiled callously. He stuck the tip of member into the center of the ring gag.

"You'd better swallow fast, bitch, if you don't want to drown in my piss!" The wolf exclaimed.

He let his stream go once more, quickly filling my maw. I swallowed gulp after gulp of urine until it all sloshed about in my stomach. He must have been holding his bladder all day; relieving himself took a long time. When he finally finished he gave his phallus a little shake inside my muzzle.

"Drink every last drop," he commanded.

Willfully, I wrapped my tongue about invading cock, lapping at the last few beads of piss that formed at its tip as he milked his penis into me. My skill drew the other fur to his full, eight-inch length. He gasped in pleasure as he gripped it tightly and pumped it a few time, shooting a hot jet of pre-cum into my mouth for good measure. I quickly swallowed the treat. He stepped back and stared at me for a second, taking in my bound, piss-stained form proudly.

Bending down he picked me up by the hips with his surprisingly powerful arms and then held me for a moment with one paw at my waist, forearm wrapped about the small of my back. With his free paw he drew a claw along the backside of my briefs, slitting the fabric several inches along the cleft of my ass, starting at my fluffy tail. Then he grabbed the bottle of lubricant and squeezed half of its contents onto his cock before tossing it aside and slathering the slick fluid about his phallus.

He gripped the base of his penis where a knot was steadily enlarging and guided the tip through the tear he made in my underwear and to my awaiting hole. I released an involuntary moan as I felt the large member connect with my tight ring. True to his word, Dustin didn't treat me with any respect, he bucked his hips and thrust his length deep into my hole. I gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as knot suddenly butted against my ass. The pain of being spread without any stretching was intense. As was the feeling of ecstasy. I leaked a steady stream of pre-cum and almost drooled in pleasure.

He clawed at my waist as he held me in place and roughly bucked in and out of me, abusing my hole with his cock. I was powerless to resist as he savagely clamped down on my collar bone with his teeth, claiming every bit of my body as his own. His ministrations became wild and barely controlled. I bounced on his member suspended purely by his strength, panting and moaning through the gag. My cock ached for release as it rubbed against the moist cotton of my soiled briefs.

Dustin's claws bit into my ass as he pulled my hips down hard, wiggling his knot into me and grinding his hips against my rump. He growled in my ear with triumph as I whimpered in pain from its girth. I felt the phallus pulse inside of me, and I melted in delight. It pumped wave after wave of sticky wolf seed into me. The hot feeling spread through my insides and I tightened by hole about his member. The sensation coupled with the feeling of being completely owned and dominated finished me off. I climaxed without touching myself, splattering the inside of my underwear with a torrent of rabbit semen.

I groaned in bliss, before the wolf suddenly pulled his knot out of me, letting his essence drip from my painfully gaping hole. I cried out in pain, but he ignored me and lowered by body back to the tub where I sat limply, arms still held taught above me by the chain. My dominator reached his paw down into the pouch of my underwear and smiled as he felt the still warm remnants of my orgasm. He pulled out his paw and held it before my face, fingers soaked in piss and ejaculate. He slid them through the ring and wiped them on my tongue.

"Clean them, bitch," he commanded.

I licked my fluids from his paw greedily, until it was clean once more.

Dustin sidled away and swiped up his digital camera, before looking at my pathetically spent form.

"I think I'll go take a nap, and if I feel like it I'll release you when I get done," he said offhandedly with a shrug. He turned off the light and shut the door leaving me bound in the dark in a pungent puddle of piss, completely exhausted and completely satisfied.