Burdens - Chapter 103: Trapped
#103 of Burdens
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Chapter 103: Trapped
Roger was still unsure as to what he ought have been doing at that moment, but what he was certain of was that at least his body wanted what was to come, and he was fairly sure that the wolf was as enthusiastic.
He found the wolf laid back, as he had mentioned would be the best way to start, except it was on the floor instead of the bed. His prior thoughts on how to clean up much more easily had been maintained, and the best method of cleaning was preventing a mess from being created.
There was a towel under him, and a pillow under his head. He laid there awkwardly, and it seemed he did not know quite what to do, but the fox assured him that he would do all the preliminary work.
The wolf had already been nude, and Roger took a moment to join him in his state. He undressed quickly, tossing his clothes off to the side, though in his haste he nearly tripped over his pants.
He blushed, standing there bare in front of his friend. Normally it was fine at this point, but the knowledge of their intentions, of their purpose, made him suddenly feel a bit self-conscious.
He leaned down and fumbled with the bag, pulling out a bottle. He explained to the wolf what it was for, that it would facilitate the process, making it a bit easier and a lot less painful, at least from what he had read, and from the bit of playing around he had done in the shower before.
He positioned himself over the wolf, on his knees placed at the wolf's sides, and he placed a small amount of a clear gel onto his fingers. He reached backward and felt his face flush when he noticed the wolf observing his actions intently. He looked away and pressed a finger against the fleshy opening.
It felt cold, but immediately warmed up. He pushed a finger in easily, as all of the practice had at least loosened him up, physically and mentally. He did not clamp down much like how he initially did, and the lubricant definitely helped.
Another finger, and then another. It was becoming difficult, but the more he did it, the easier it got, and the better he felt. He applied some more, and then stopped.
He wiped his paw on the towel, and then asked if the wolf was ready. There was a nod, and then he took a deep breath, and let out a sigh. It was a big step, and part of him could hardly believe that he was taking it. Part of him could hardly believe it had taken him so long.
He reached down and pulled down the wolf's sheath after finding it, enticing a soft gasp and moan from the wolf's maw, a soft rumble in his chest. He put his paw around the length of it and realized that it had already taken a bit of time to grow, as it was no introductory size. He gulped.
He put a large amount of lubricant on his paw, and then reached back again to apply it to the wolf's member. He stroked it up and down, and while it was merely to apply the lubricant, it caused the wolf to buck his hip lightly, and it caused the girth to grow.
When it had been fully applied, Roger placed the head of it against the already slippery opening, and hesitated. He looked once again to the wolf for confirmation, and when it was given, he braced himself. Slowly, he pushed down, and he could feel it pressing against the hole, until finally, it began to enter.
The initial thoughts that ran through his mind were that it was not that bad, that it was manageable, and that it definitely felt like something he could get used to. He sat down atop it but ever slowly, and then raised himself up, to give himself a bit of rest, and then back down, engulfing a tiny bit more of the length inside himself.
It was still not fully in when he felt it press against something, and it took him by surprise. It was not a bad feeling, but different. It made him halt, and when it again prodded against that same area, a spurt of pre came from his own member and splashed across his belly, since it was still in its sheath for the most part.
The wolf took the reaction as a cue and pulled the fox's sheath down, freeing the now throbbing cock from its prison. It let out another spurt of pre but onto the wolf's paw and across his belly. He licked it off his paw and smiled at the fox.
As the wolf's paw came back to rub the fox's cock, Roger had to stop him, since if he continued, the fox felt he would be unable to continue with their action. The wolf acquiesced.
Further down the fox sat, and he thought that it would never end, as much of it that filled him. His mind was suddenly full of foreign thoughts, lustful and carnal, but also an even deeper affection for the wolf that had been unprecedented.
He felt a thicker portion that he immediately identified as the wolf's knot, and while it took some effort, it slipped in him. With that, the wolf was fully inside him, and it dawned on him; he realized that he had another male's member inside him to start, but at the same time, it was the male that he had grown to love. He realized not just that it had supposedly been wrong to do, but now he knew, that it was right.
He breathed heavily. Just taking the wolf's entire length inside him had been a task in of itself, and it was not easy. Many times he thought to quit with what he had gained, but he wanted more, until finally he had all, and he was sated.
He asked the wolf just how it felt, that if it was something he enjoyed, and he was met with but two comments on it: that it was very, very warm, and that it felt very tight. When asked if it felt good, though, there was an almost too enthusiastic nod.
Roger smiled, though he began to wince upon movement. It was still growing inside him, especially the wolf's knot. He tugged on it, and then panic struck him. It would seem to him that he had accidentally trapped himself.
He did not say anything to the wolf about it. Instead, he tried not to think about it, but he sought a way out.
An idea came to him, far back in his mind, that had been bothering him: Had this venture merely been a mistake?