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He didn't know how long he had been left, but he assumes it has been a few hours. He's adjusted to his position of blindness, his other senses having been amplified due to his isolation. His arms had lost sensation due to his extended period of suspension, but he was thankful for the support.

He was barely able to stand on his legs anymore, knees weak from the device placed inside of him. The unpredictable nature of the vibrations made preparation near impossible; he was thankful the gag in his mouth could supress his cries. He had spent most of his time suppressing his orgasm, not so successfully suppressing his need for urination. Thank god for the nappy, he thought to himself. Please let a changing come soon.

The wolf was dreading what else he had gotten himself into. He couldn't back down now.

. . . .

The day was strangely warm for an early September morning, considering it was before 8 AM. Margaret and Franklin Anderson were getting their bags put into the car, going for a weeklong getaway alone, with the help of their teen son, fresh out of sixth form.

"Okay Keegan" the black female wolf started, "we expect you to behave while we're gone."

"Will do mum" the teen wolf responded, giving off the common elongated reply. He knew to play the act up so as not to give his parents any suspicions.

"We mean it" Franklin told his son, pointing a finger. "We expect the house to be completely in order when we get back. We know you've got more time on your hands now, so you better not misuse it"

"I swear I won't" he lied through his teeth. He knew, and he's sure his parents knew, that he wanted to get friends around for the week and through a house party - they just wanted the house to remain in tact.

"And to make sure everything stays in order" his mother continued, "we've asked mr. Caden to keep an eye on you."

"Are you serious, mum?" he asked frustrated. "I'm old enough to look after myself, I don't need that deer to look after me."

"Yes, we are serious! We don't want anything funny going on here, and he's exactly the man we want to watch over you."

"Besides, you've met him before" his dad added.

"Yeah, at a Christmas party"

"You had a laugh with him."

"That's what you do at crimbo parties"

"Well its too late to whine about it" his mother said firmly. "He'll be coming around later."

With all the ugly details cut through, the young black wolf's parents were gone for the week, Keegan now disinterested in the time he had to himself. It wasn't that he disliked Mr. Caden, it's just the idea that the guy was charged as a sort of babysitter for him whilst he was gone.

The young wolf had to admit it to himself; it wasn't the end of the world having that guy in charge. After all, the guy didn't seem like the kind of guy who was too strict with people, and he probably wouldn't care a toss one way or another what the young wolf had to get up to. The lycan also had to admit that the guy was pretty attractive; he wasn't one of these builder types, but he did take care of his appearance.

An hour and a half had passed since his parents had left him with the house when he heard a knock come from the door.

"Be down in a bit" he yelled down to the waiting guest, unsure of whether or not they had heard him. He had just gotten finished in a shower and was fresh out of the full body dryer, pulling a pair of blue boxers up over his sheath and under his tail, grabbing for a t-shirt and a pair of jeans on his way downstairs. When he answered the door he was surprised, despite already knowing whom it was that would be coming over.

Standing before him was Mr. Caden, the told red deer charged with watching over him and the house. As the stag stood before him, Keegan took in the sight; he was a fairly tall stag, around his mid-to-late thirties and looking young for his age. He stood before him in a wife-beater shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and his strong, toned arms. It also showed his buldging stomach, which wasn't quite a beer gut or a six-pack; he just went with musclegut for a name.

"Well well, if it isn't little Keegan" the stag said in an authoritative, deep tone. "You're the runt I've got to watch over."

"Yeah, sure" the wolf responded, partially nervous at exactly how domineering the stag was and frustrated with the reminder of being looked after.

"Now I know I should be telling you that I'm zero-tolerance about parties and all that 'no-drink-and-drugs' bullshit" he continued, "but I honestly couldn't care less what you got up too. I'm just here to make sure you keep things from escalating too quickly, and keep your house in one piece."

"Oh okay then, Mr. Caden" the wolf responded, ears perking and tail slightly wagging, happy in the knowledge that he wasn't being held under an iron grip.

"Please, my names Landry" the stag responded.

"Okay, Landry" Keegan replied, a smirk forming across his face.

"Aside from laying down the law, I thought I'd come round and ask if you were doing anything today?"

"Actually, I was just about to go out and meet with some of my friends for the day."

"Ah, alright. Well then, how about you come around mine for dinner tonight? I don't think it'd be right to leave you here on your own for the first night."

"Um sure. But don't you eat vegetarian?"

"Oh its fine, I've got some meat for you and your big teeth" the stag laughed, the joke not particularly impressive. "So yeah, I guess I'll see you tonight."

"Um yeah, see ya. What time?"

"How about 7?"

"Okay then" the lycan responded, giving his neighbour a farewell and heading for the town centre to meet with some people. He hated to admit it to himself, but he was fairly excited to be having a meal at the stag's house, especially with how attractive he was. I've got more than dinner planned the wolf thought to himself, filthy smirk forming on his muzzle.

. . . .

7 PM couldn't come quick enough for the young wolf, whom had spent the last hour or so trying to find the perfect attire. He know that he couldn't dress himself up too much as that would look a little unusual; at the same time, he didn't want to go over under-dressed. He finally settled on a blue t-shirt (it wasn't much, but it was a new one) and his best pair of skinny fit jeans. Just as he was about to go over to the mature stag's house, the phone began to ring.

"Hello hun" a female voice on the other end started, belonging to his mother.

"Hi mum."

"Just checking up on you. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah mum, its fine. I'm actually about to go over to Mr. Caden's for tea."

"Oh that's nice," she said. "I hope you have fun tonight."

"I'm sure I will" the young wolf responded. "I'll call you tomorrow?"

"Oh, okay son" she said. "Well, have a good time."

The black wolf was then quickly off to the deer's home next door, feeling he had kept the stag waiting long enough. As he approached Landry Caden's door he could feel his nerves tensing up, his tail wagging back and forth in succession, him attempting to suppress his nerves. He got to the door and before he could even start knocking, the stag man was there to greet him at the door.

"About time you got here" the deer stated with a handsome smile on his muzzle. He was wearing a rather nice looking red polo shirt and blue, bootcut jeans, which rather complemented his figure.

"Um yeah, hi" Keegan greeted him, trying not to trip over his words.

"Is that a new shirt? Looks good, mate," stated the stag, sending Keegan into a hopefully unnoticed blushing flurry.

"Thanks" the vulpine boy responded. "You're looking pretty good too."

"Why thank you" Landry spoke, his voice lined with flattery. "The lasagnes are in the oven right now and should be ready at any moment. Why don't you make yourself comfortable and grab a lager?"

"Sure, thanks" Keegan croaked, stepping into the house, shoulders slightly hunched. He hoped that some lager would help him calm his nerves, possibly start conversation flowing more easily. By the time the lager started taking effect, the food was ready and the conversation was flowing.

"So" the stag began, taking in a mouthful of vegetarian lasagne, "what are you gonna get up to now you're out of school?"

"Oh, I don't know" Keegan retorted, taking a few small bites of his meal. "I've thought about uni, but I don't want to commit to anything. Maybe get a job to hold me over for a while."

"Anything in particular?"

"I don't know, maybe just a little shitty job in a supermarket of something."

"May I make a suggestion?"

"Oh yeah, what do you think I should do?" the wolf grinned.

"Maybe a modelling job" the stag came out. "I mean come on, you've got a unique look and anyone would be lucky to have you."

"Oh, thanks" the wolf grinned, his face growing red under his fur. What did he mean by that? The boy wondered. Maybe I should say something?

Maybe it was the lager taking effect on his lightweight mind, but the wolf came out with "I have to be honest with you about this, you're a pretty handsome guy too."

"Oh really?" the stag asked, eyebrow raised with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah. I know I'll probably regret saying this, but I've had a bit of a crush on your for a while."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, its just, you know, you work with my dad and, well, there's a pretty big age gap."

"Oh that bull now!" the deer laughed.

"How?"

"You're basically an adult now" Landry declared. "you can buy yourself a pint, you can make your own choices. Besides, I like younger guys anyway."

"Huh?"

"I'm serious," he continued. "Guys mine and your dad's age don't always maintain he best appearance, and an unfortunate many don't age well. And besides, there's a lot that I could teach you. Want to learn some things?"

The wolf sat at the dinner table, looking toward the mature stag. Was he being serious?_Was all he could think to himself. _What kind of things does he mean?

Before he could register what could follow next, the wolf declared "yes."

"Then you have to agree" the stag declared, "that for the next week we do whatever I want, and you go with it unquestioned."

"Okay then."

"First, lets take this to the bedroom. I'm not that hungry anyway."

With vigour, the young wolf followed the mature stag down the hall from the living room and into the door at the end, revealing a dimly lit room with a super king bed adorned with red sheets. The wolf could feel the intimacy of the room, the stag lightly caressing down his back, touching his tail ever so lightly.

"Now, take off your shirt" Landry ordered.

"What?"

"Take off your shirt" the repeated, pulling the polo shirt over his frustratingly large antlers. "We don't want it to get messy now, do we?"

As the stag sat himself down on the edge of his bed, Keegan was more than reluctant to get his shirt off, revealing his somewhat leaner frame. Almost by instinct, the wolf walked over to the stag, immediately lowering himself down between the stag's legs, bringing Landry's lap into direct view.

"So, you want to try me first?" the stag asked teasingly, looking down on the boy with lust in his eyes.

"Y-yeah" the wolf responded meekly, overcome with shyness.

"I understand" the stag nodded, "this is pretty new, right?"

"Well" the wolf began, but couldn't finish.

"You've done some stuff, but not it," the stag observed, getting it absolutely right. "Well I'll guide you through it" he continued, pulling down his trousers to reveal his throbbing cock. The wolf was more than a little intimidated by the deer's length, wondering what was in store for him.

"Well, aren't you gonna touch it or what?" the stag teased.

The young wolf reached a hand tentatively towards the stag, lightly gripping around the girth of it. Instinctively Keegan knew what to do, and began slowly pumping his hand up and down his elder's dick, bringing with it a satisfied hum of approval.

"Good, good - nice to see you've got the hang of it" the stag commented approvingly. "Now why don't you try sucking on it a little?"

The youthful wolf rose up on his knees, angling himself just right in order to wrap his muzzle around the deer's member. He first began by lapping his tongue across the tip, whirling around the sensitive end, soon resolving to lick up the entire shaft before enclosing his muzzle over the end.

"That's the spirit" the stag exhaled, watching in satisfaction as the wolf began to slowly bob up and down the first few inches. After a while Landry requested, "Maybe you can try and work a few inches lower?"

Wanting to bring maximum satisfaction to his mature companion, Keegan tried his best, working a few inches lower, nearly to the point of gagging himself with it. He gripped onto the deer's cock whilst he took in every inch he could into his muzzle. The sound of panting coming from the stag was driving him over the edge, his own vulpine cock fighting its way out of its sheath, pressing against his trousers. He reached down to unbutton his denims, when he was warned against it.

"Now, now" Landry half-laughed, "we'll focus on that later. Right now, its about me!"

Just as he finished his demand, he placed a hand behind the wolf's head, slowly thrusting into his muzzle, bobbing the youth's head in a matching rhythm. As the pressure built up in him the stag began working faster and faster, placing a second hand over the wolf's head, thrusting deeper into the wolf's muzzle.

"I can't hold it anymore" he groaned, forcing the wolf's muzzle to make contact with his bucking hips, releasing a stream of semen into the wolf's mouth and throat, moaning in satisfaction whilst the boy audibly tried for breath. He pulled his cock out and caught his breath, allowing for the wolf to breathe himself and shooting another minor load onto the wolf's muzzle. He flopped down fully onto the bed and took a few moments to absorb it all, the mix scent of wolf and deer musk filling the room.

"You're a quick learner, Keegan" the deer commented, laughing exhaustedly.

"I guess I had a good teacher" the wolf laughed nervously, lapping up the goo left on his muzzle.

"Oh, but the lessons have just begun" Landry informed him. "Both tonight, and for the rest of the week. Now, lay on the bed."

The wolf was more than reluctant to do as the male deer wished, so he was quick as a feral squirrel in leaping from the floor and laying next to the stag, reaching reluctantly for his trouser button.

"Not just yet" the stag teased, grabbing a hold of his hand. "We've got to get you as worked up as possible." Placing the wolf's hand onto the bed, the deer began to caress down Keegan's chest and stomach, leaning over to kiss the nape of his neck.

"Oh god" the young wolf moaned, breathing heavier as he got more and more excited with every kiss from the stag. He began to move his focus down towards the wolf's crotch and tail, kissing down his chest, stomach and belly button, the stag's hand caressing the wolf's agitated bulge.

"What are you gonna do?" Keegan asked, nerves brimming with agitation as he could feel himself getting close to orgasm.

"I'm gonna teach you how to satisfy with only your fingers" the deer declared, reaching into the bedside table and bringing out a bottle of lube. Landry finally allowed the wolf some relief, removing his trousers and underwear to reveal his throbbing dick.

"I'm gonna show you how you can reach the point of no return without even touching your knot" the stag told the boy with a lustful grin, applying a generous coating of lube to his index finger. "Now, just relax and we'll take this slowly, understand? Now, raise your legs."

Doing as requested, the wolf raised his legs into the air, using his arms to keep them both in the air. The stag then took his place, parting the wolf's petit rump and probing his finger into the wolf's puckered hole up to the first knuckle of his finger. This was enough to get the wolf moaning, so the stag began to slowly move his finger in deeper, until his hand made contact with the wolf's rear.

Which each passing movement the stag became more and more pronounced, lubing up the next finger, allowing him to explore and stretch out the wolf's ring further, twisting and parting his fingers as he saw necessary.

"Now, for the secret ingredient" the stag told him, inserting a third finger, pressing into the wolf's prostate. With this, the wolf gave out an elongated moan of pleasure, pre-cum coating the wolf's not. The stag began to massage to wolf's prostate more vigorously, the wolf writhing in pleasure against the stag's fingers, matching the stag's motion.

"You loving it?" the stag asked, not needing and answer.

"I think I'm gonna-" before he was able to finish his sentence, the stag gave the last few strokes and the wolf bucked his hips into empty air, his dick shooting strings of pent up cum over his torso, coating his fur in strands of his seed.

The stag pulled his fingers out of the wolf's hole and began to lap of the wolf's cum soaked prick, taking the full thing into his muzzle, taking in the few shots left in it, crawling back up to the wolf boys muzzle and leaning in for a dirty kiss. Landry then lay next to the worn out Keegan, taking him in one arm to hug himself close to the deer.

After a moment of silence, the deer asked "so, was that a good introduction for you?"

"Totally" the young wolf responded, a grin plastered across his muzzle.

"You know, your furs pretty matted now" the stag observed, "perhaps we should try and get you showered off?"

Reluctantly, the wolf followed the deer through a side door into a spacious bathroom, which contained a shower with room for two. The stag was the first to enter the spacious shower, twisting the main knob the set off a stream of warm water, which then cascaded down Landry's well shaped musculature, drenching the fur of his chest and stomach on the way. Keegan couldn't help but look on in awe at the stag in his naked glory.

"Well, you just gonna stand there or are you coming in?" The stag teased. Breaking his longing gaze over the stag, the young wolf stepped into the spacious shower and into the path of the water. Upon entering the stream, he was overcome with the relief of warm water over his worn muscles, feeling the fur on his body dampen, allowing the sticky residue from moments ago to free itself from him.

"This is nice" he commented, just standing in the path of the shower, letting it wash over him.

"Well then," the stag asked, "how about we make the most of it?"

Landry reached for a bottle of all-over body shampoo, lathering it in his hands and coating his arms in lather. "Want some of this?" he asked the wolf, already lathering the shampoo in his hands, guiding his hands over the young wolf's back.

"So, how many times have you done this before?" the wolf asked, both from humour and genuine curiosity.

"Not often enough" the stag chuckled, lathering up the wolf's back, venturing down to his rump and its sensitive ring.

Shivering from the sensation, the wolf soldiered on, "how long ago was your last fling?"

Pausing to think, the stag simply replied "about 3 months ago. Some effeminate fox guy, can't remember exactly. Wasn't much older than you, just out of college." The conversation was all but halted when the stag reached around to the front of the wolf's body, lathering up the fur on his chest and stomach, feeling the lean, near non-existent muscle that linger below it. His hands kept moving down the young wolf's stomach, lowering himself to nibble on the young man's neck, hands caressing his balls.

The two men came out of the shower, both drying each other as they prepared to retire for the night.

"So, you've got two choices for the night - you can stay in the guest room, or you can sleep in my bed, plenty of room."

"Thanks" the wolf responded, "but I like to have my own space when I'm sleeping."

"Understandable" the stag retorted calmly. "Well, the guest room is just out the door to the right."

"Thanks. You got any pyjamas?"

"No spares, sorry. But its fine, you can sleep naked, you'll find a robe you can wear in the morning."

With the first of these so-called lessons over and done with, the vulpine lad went into the next room to sleep for the night. Lessons, the wolf thought. That's a new one.

. . . .

The next morning the young wolf awoke surprisingly early, finding that Landry had followed through with his promise - he found a robe he was able to wear for the morning, so as to keep his modesty (what he had left after last night).

After sneaking around the house, heading for the bathroom, then making a beeline for the kitchen, the wolf was joined sooner than expected by his stag partner from the night before.

Coming into the kitchen and bringing out a bowl and some cereal, the stag asked "so, how did you sleep last night?"

"Pretty good" Keegan replied, smiling from the memory of last night. "Thanks for letting me stay over."

"No problem. Just focus on finishing up on your breakfast - I've got another little lesson for you planned."

_This, again?_The wolf thought to himself. He shook off the curiosity and just did as the stag said and finished his breakfast. Almost as soon as the wolf had finished his breakfast, Landry grabbed a hold of the wolf's wrist and pulled him back into his bedroom.

Disrobing the young wolf again, the stag told him "now, this is one of the more interesting ones."

"But aren't you going to work soon?" Keegan asked in confusion.

"Yes," said the stag, a grin forming across his face, him latching a chain with a hook on the end into his roof. "But you've got a more interesting day ahead."

As soon as he said this, he came up behind the wolf, placing his wrists into these leather cuffs and pulling his arms up and attaching them to the hook.

"What the fu-" the wolf gasped, interrupted by the stag placing a gag into his mouth to prevent him from screaming out.

"Now this is a lesson in isolation" he told him, placing a blindfold over his eyes. "I'm having you chained up in here until I get back. I want you to get used to total isolation of the senses, as well as to appreciate what senses you're left with."

The wolf was still confused about what was happening, surprised by the sensation of the lubed up toy being inserted into his hole, groaning in pleasured surprise.

"Now for this, I've set the toy to random bursts of intensity - it'll start on the lowest level, but escalate randomly. I'll also place you into a nappy until I get back, so you don't piss on my floor."

He must be bluffing, the wolf thought to himself. However, the fear inside of him grew more and more intense as he heard the deer's footsteps grow more and more distant, until he finally heard the door shut and lock.

What's going on? The wolf thought to himself. When is he back? Did I agree to this? Why did I come over?

But none of these questions could be answered. Until the stag was back, he had no other choice.