Manipulated
6:50 PM
The wolf shifted his weight to relieve a kink in his tail, raising his gaze to look around the dark bar. He was sitting in a booth near the rear of the establishment, looking over the U shaped bar in the center of the room. The knees of his pants were wet, and he couldn't remember how they had gotten that way.
There was only a handful of other patrons, another wolf at the far side of the bar, a rather effeminate fox sitting at the bar on the same side he was on and a muscular bruin bartender polishing glasses that were already sparklingly clean. All of them kept glancing his way. There was something he didn't like about the way they looked at him. A sort of knowing smirk that made him all the more uncomfortable as he had no idea why he was sitting in this dingy bar in the early evening, or how he had gotten here. He shrugged and told himself he was imagining things.
He began slipping his paw into the pockets of his pants and jacket, looking for his notepad that would hopefully give him a clue as to what was going on. But his paws came up empty. Just to make sure he did another check with the same results. This was not good. After a few moments of anxiety he noticed a somewhat damp, sticky napkin sitting on the table by his, or what he assumed was his, drink. The words, "You can trust the coyote. He will meet you in Jake's bar later today. Wait for him."
Nothing else. It was hard to tell because of the sorry state of the napkin, but he didn't think it was his handwriting. Damn. Who had given him the message? Was today even the day it was written? Looking toward the entrance he was able to make out the reversed "S'EKAJ", so this was where he'd been told to wait at least. He didn't like the situation, but he didn't have many choices. Without his notebook he had no idea how close he was to tracking down the bastard he'd been hunting for... well he wasn't sure. For a long time anyway.
His thoughts were interrupted by the approach of the large bear from behind the counter. He stood by the booth and looked down at the seated wolf with a distinct leer. "Want another drink puppy? You look like you have a bad taste in your mouth, need something to wash it out?" Liam scowled at the familiar tone the bear was taking and glanced at his mug. Now that the bear mentioned it there was a funny taste on his tongue, but seeing that his glass was nearly full he shook his head.
"Looks like I'm still working on this one. I'll tell you if I require anything else." He stated in a cold voice, looking directly into the other male's eyes to intimidate him into getting lost. He was a fairly large wolf and it usually worked, but the bruin just smirked and nodded as he turned to go back behind the counter.
Liam shifted his weight again, wondering how long he'd been sitting there waiting. The booth felt comfortable, but his butt was rather sore. Raising his voice to get the attention of the bartender again he asked, "About what time was it that I came in, do you think?"
The bear paused and looked over his shoulder. "Oh, about an hour and a half ago." He turned away again and went back over to resume his glass polishing. He hadn't been here that long then, so he decided to wait and hope it wouldn't be long.
Fortunately for the wolf it was less than ten minutes later that the barroom door opened and a wiry coyote walked in. Liam's eyes traveled over his form, trying to get an impression of this new canine. He was probably half a head shorter than the wolf, and slimmer, but his muscles had good definition beneath his fur. He wore a white button up shirt, made more casual by the top few buttons being open to reveal lighter tan fur on his chest. Looking lower the wolf saw that he was wearing a pair of grey slacks, held up by a black leather belt. His footpaws were bare and the claws, both on his hands and feet, looked fairly well taken care of. Overall his outfit gave the impression of a businessman coming to his favorite bar to relax after work. But there was something about his face and the way he scanned the bar that seemed to deny this. There was a predatory feeling to the way he seemed to assess each patron, as if he were deciding if each were worthy of his respect.
When his eyes lit on the wolf a slow smile spread across his muzzle and he quickly crossed the distance to stand at the side of the booth. Gesturing to the empty bench across from the wolf. "May I sit?" His voice was average in pitch and volume, but like his bearing there was an assurance to it that spoke of his confidence in his own ability.
The wolf intentionally waited several heartbeats before nodding his head, "Be my guest." He had the strong desire to ask who the coyote was, but he didn't want to reveal his condition to the other male if he didn't know already.
The coyote slid into the booth across from him, resting both paws on top of the table. The coyote didn't say anything, simply locking eyes with the somewhat larger wolf. After perhaps half a minute of silence the wolf realized he was fighting the urge to growl. Centuries of evolution and civilization had buffered the instinct, but it was still considered impolite to lock gazes with a canine. When the coyote continued the unspoken challenge the wolf finally growled softly, "What do you want?"
The coyote's superior smirk made the wolf's hackles rise, annoyed that the coyote apparently thought he'd won the staring contest. "I want to make a trade, little wolf."
Liam raised his lip unconsciously and pointedly looked the smaller canine up and down. "What do you have that I could possibly want?" He paused, "And I'm larger than you are, coyote," saying 'coyote' like it was a bad word.
The other male's smirk grew wider, "In one way only, little wolf." Before the wolf could think about what he meant by that the canine went on. "I have information you want." He leaned across the table and brought his muzzle close to the triangular ear of the wolf and whispered. "I know where you can find your wife's killer." Liam had to resist the urge to move away as the coyote leaned close, his heartbeat picking up in speed at the statement. If he was telling the truth it was no wonder he had been waiting for this coyote.
Liam turned his head to look at the smaller male who hadn't yet leaned back and did his best to keep the excitement from his voice. "And what would you want for this information?" The coyote's grin grew broader and he suddenly slipped his tongue into the wolf's ear. Liam's eyes widened and he jerked away from the coyote's muzzle, a disgusted expression on his muzzle. He snarled and would have punched the other male if he wasn't so driven to learn what the coyote knew. "What the fuck are you doing?"
The coyote shrugged and finally sat back on his bench, studying the wolf's face with a smug expression. "I want you, little puppy. I want you under me, in my bed." His eyes met Liam's once again and held them.
The wolf's ears went back and he quickly looked around the bar to see if anyone else was listening before looking at the coyote again, his ears still unconsciously pinned back against his head. "You have got to be kidding me. In case you couldn't tell from my having a wife, I'm straight. I don't swing that way."
The coyote shrugged, "That's my price. Do you want to find the man who raped and murdered your wife or not?" He slid to the edge of the bench as if he were preparing to go, "Make up your mind, I won't wait for long."
Liam closed his eyes tightly and swallowed hard. He didn't know how he'd found this coyote in the first place and without his notebook he'd have to start at the beginning. He HAD to find the man responsible... and kill him. But could he agree to what this coyote was asking? He obviously knew more than he was saying, but did he really know what what he was claiming? Christ, to sleep with a fag... just feeling the coyote's tongue slip into his ear had made him shudder. He was about to say no when the image of his wife's face came into his mind. He had to avenge her no matter the cost.
He opened his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "Agreed." The coyote's triumphant grin made the wolf's heart pound and he had to look away. The other male stood up and beckoned the wolf.
"Come with me puppy. Tonight you'll do whatever, and whoever I want." He looked over at the flaming fox and winked. The vulpine followed them out, checking out the wolf's ass as he walked.
6:00 PM
Liam grimaced as he stood up from the barroom floor, trying to shake the filthy water from his paws. The knees of his pants were soaked; the bucket that had tripped him was on its side by his paw and had spilled across the floor. Looking quickly around he couldn't figure out how he had not seen the bucket before. Behind the bar a large bear was watching him and clearly trying not to snicker.
The wolf didn't like being laughed at and gave the bruin a hard look, then looked around for a restroom so he could clean the disgusting wetness from his paws and hopefully blot his pants somewhat dry. To one side of the bar he saw a men's room and quickly made for it. He pushed open the door and almost hit a fox coming through from the other side. The vulpine jumped back just in time, and let out an indignant yip. The wolf mumbled an apology and walked quickly over to the sink. As he passed the fox he felt a paw grope his rump and he growled and spun around to face the fox.
"Still in a hurry, eh puppy?" The fox's voice had an effeminate lisp and he winked at the larger wolf.
Liam snarled and moved to the sink without turning his back on the fox again. "Fuck you fag" he growled.
The vulpine didn't respond for a few moments and the wolf's ears heard the door creak open. As he stepped out the fox snickered and called over his shoulder, "Oh, later tonight I will, puppy!" Liam started to respond, but heard the door close. He shook his head, making a disgusted noise. Damn gays were always hitting on him. He squirted soap in his paws and scrubbed them clean. Too late he saw a smeared patch of ink on his left paw. He squinted as he looked at it closely but couldn't make it out. Damn... He hoped it was nothing important. His pants were harder to clean and he had to settle for pressing most of the moisture out with paper towels. As he was finishing up he heard the door creak open again and he looked quickly over, narrowing his eyes. It wasn't the fox however, it was the large bartender. He walked over to stand at the other sink, looking at the wolf.
"Your name Liam?" he asked in a bass rumble. The wolf's eyes narrowed again as he looked at the bartender.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" The bartender stepped closer until he was nearly touching the smaller male.
"I heard all about you. I got information for you, but it'll cost you..."
Liam looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I want your information?"
The bear only smiled and leaned close to the wolf. "I can tell you where to find a man. A man who knows who killed your wife." He pulled back and watched the wolf's face, seeing the surprise followed by interest in the wolf's face.
"You said it'd cost me. What exactly do you want, bear?" Maybe that's what the message on his paw had said. Maybe that's why he was here.
The bruin reached up and cupped the wolf's chin, smiling as the lupine flinched slightly but didn't pull away. "You're a cute pup. I think I'd like to feel you nursing on my hard cock with that pretty muzzle, sucking the cum out of my balls."
Liam snarled and his muzzle wrinkled in disgust, pulling away from the bear's grip when he heard what he wanted. Was everyone in this damned bar gay? He stepped back from the larger male and shook his head. "That's disgusting, no fucking way! And even if I agreed to that, how do I know you're not lying?"
The bear scowled and squared his shoulders. "I was told that you wanted to get revenge for your wife. Without my help that'll never happen. You returned from the store carrying a gallon of milk and a pint of ice cream when you found your wife being raped. How would I know that? Now are you such a coward that you're afraid to do something you don't like even if it'll lead you to your wife's murderer?"
Liam closed his eyes and swallowed. Why did it have to come to this? No one could have guessed that. The fact that he knew that little detail gave his claim weight. Why couldn't the bear have wanted something else? Money, or something. He didn't know how much cash he had, but he'd have gotten more somehow if that were what the bear had wanted. But this... No matter his hatred of the idea, he didn't really have a choice.
Reluctantly the wolf nodded his head and the bear's scowl faded into an anticipatory smile, walking over to a stall and beckoning the wolf in with him. Liam padded after him with a sigh, the act of following another male into a stall making him shudder.
The wolf slid the latch into place and hesitated a few moments before turning around, trying to build his nerve. When he did turn he saw the bear's pants around his knees and his big bruin cock already oozing precum as the bartender stroked himself. Liam's eyes watched the bear lift the pre slickened paw and wrap it around his muzzle, starting to push him down. Fighting his instincts, the wolf obeyed, his knees hitting the cold tiles a moment later.
The reek of another male's sexual excitement hit the wolf's keen nose and he closed his eyes tightly, swallowing hard. He knew he'd have to do a lot more than smell it. The bear was growling in excitement and the wolf's eyes followed the drips of pre oozing from the cock before his muzzle, seeing it slide down the shaft. He did his best to shut off his resistance and shock at what he had to do, to just do the movements that he knew he had to. He was only slightly successful and he had to hold his breath as the bear put his wet paw on the back of the wolf's head and pulled it forward until the pointed tip touched his lips. Still pushing forward the bear groaned as the warm, wetness of the wolf's mouth surrounded his shaft.
Liam's muzzle filled with the taste of a male's sexual juices for the first time. He whimpered and panted through his nose into the bruin's crotchfur, feeling the cock continue pushing forward until it poked the back of his throat. He started to gag and tried to pull back, but the bear held his face to his groin, letting him pull back a little but not completely off the shaft. Then the bartender started to move his hips forward, then pulling back, only to shove forward again.
The lupine closed his eyes, reaching a paw up to grip the base of the bruin's shaft, not from a desire to give pleasure but to keep the cock from choking him again. He felt like a complete slut, sucking another male's dick in a men's room stall. Though he was straight he realized that his sheath was firming up as the scent of sex in his nose grew stronger. 'Please let him cum soon' the wolf thought. His desire to have this experience end overpowering his disgust at the thought of getting a mouthful of sticky bear jizz.
The bear fucked his mouth for what felt like hours to the wolf, humping at a constant speed and freely leaking his slimy preseed over the wolf's tongue. Just when the wolf wasn't sure he could take any more the bruin grunted above him, gripping his head and once again pulling the lupine's mouth down around his cock, hard. The cockhead entered Liam's throat again and suddenly flared up, pulsing as hot cum squirted out the end and coated the horrified lupine's throat and mouth with slimy semen. His throat instinctively worked and he felt a huge gulp of hot seed slide down his throat and into his belly. The wolf panicked and braced his paws on the bear's thighs and struggled to get his mouth off the pulsing cock. More shots of spunk were filling his mouth and sliding down his throat as he struggled. Finally the bear let go of his head and he gratefully pulled back, coughing and gasping.
The bear's balls weren't empty however and continued pulsing out his cum, painting the canine's muzzle white. By the time the wolf had caught his breath and controlled his nausea he found that his face was dripping seed. He shuddered and fell back on his rump trying to move back from the larger male, not believing what he'd just done. The bear was panting for a different reason, leaning back against the stall wall.
The wolf didn't know how long they were like that, the sound of panting in his ears, the scent and taste of another male's ejaculation in his mouth and nose. Finally the bear seemed to have recovered from his pleasure and looked at the wolf's now dripping face. He suddenly laughed, finding the disgusted expression under the coating of spunk to be hilarious. Liam's lip lifted in a snarl, which only made the bear laugh harder.
Once the bear's outburst had calmed he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and napkin, writing a few words quickly on the napkin and stepping closer to the wolf. He pressed it to the top of the wolf's muzzle, where it stuck to the wet cum. Without a word the bruin turned, opened the stall door, and left the restroom.
Peeling the paper napkin from his muzzle he read the words and growled angrily as he realized that he'd blown the bear for nothing. If he'd simply stayed in the bar the coyote would have come in anyway. He tried to tell himself that he couldn't have known, but it didn't make him feel any less dirty.
Suddenly he realized he was in a stall with the door open, and anyone who came in could see his sloppy muzzle. He quickly got up and went to the sink, doing his best to wash the other male's juices from his face. Once he was done he left the bathroom and went to the nearest booth to sit and wait for the coyote to come.
He glared at the bartender, who walked over to his table a few minutes later and clunked a mug by his paw. He leered at the wolf and said, "On the house puppy". Liam didn't trust himself to speak, but apparently the bear didn't expect him to and returned to the bar. Liam waited.
4:45 PM
The wolf's eyes snapped open at the sound of a large engine rumbling by in front of him. He lifted his head from where he'd been resting it on the back of the bench and looked quickly around to get his bearings. He was on a bus line he didn't recognize. Damn. He hoped that he hadn't wanted to catch the bus that had just gone by. His paws reached into his jacket to the inside pocket, but came up empty. His notebook wasn't there. He checked his pants and soon realized his wallet was missing as well. He felt a surge of anxiety and frantically started checking his pockets again when he noticed a few words written on his paw in pen. All it said was: "Stay away from the coyote at all costs!" A moment later he heard a deep chuckling growl.
The wolf's head snapped around and he saw another wolf that looked very much like Liam sitting down. He could pass for Liam's identical twin. His fur was dark grey with a lighter grey shading on his chest and chin. His hand and foot paws were large, as most wolves' were, with dull black claws. The rest of his fur was covered with his clothing. On his torso was a simple white T-shirt with a black leather jacket over it and on his legs was a pair of worn black leather pants.
The new wolf sat down on the bench close enough that his thigh was pressing against Liam's. The amnesiac wolf slid away from the contact and nearly slid off the bench in the process. Catching himself just in time he opted to stand up instead and turned to face the leather clad wolf. "What's so funny?"
The newcomer shrugged and stretched both arms out along the back of the bench, looking the other wolf up and down. "You are. Let me guess. You can't find your little notebook?"
Liam's breath caught and his eyes narrowed, looking with more interest at the other wolf. Without realizing it his ears went slightly back and he had to focus on not letting a growl creep into his voice. "How would you know if I kept a notebook?"
The new wolf stood up and then leaned closer to Liam, his eyes on the same level as the other male. He smirked, "I know that without it you're lost. If you want to find out what else I know, follow me..." He turned and took a couple of unhurried steps before looking over his shoulder, "...before you forget you ever met me."
Liam cursed under his breath, but found himself following. The other lupine walked at a brisk pace, and didn't even bother looking back to see if he was being followed. After a few minutes of walking he turned in to an alley and disappeared behind a turn at the back of a building.
Liam bit his lower lip and hesitated. No one could know where he was, even he didn't know. The wolf made a fist and punched the brick wall in frustration. If only he could remember! But he knew he couldn't, and if he didn't follow he might well forget, and he didn't have any other leads. At least the other wolf was about his size so it would be a fair fight if it came down to it. Assuming he didn't have friends waiting around the corner.
Finally making his decision the wolf strode down the alley after the other lupine, looking around the corner and seeing him leaning against the wall. Alone. That was one thing he didn't have to worry about at least. Walking over he stood in front of the unknown male and regarded him with narrowed eyes. "You haven't even told me your name."
The leather-clad wolf smirked and pushed his shoulders off the wall to stand muzzle to muzzle with Liam. "My name is Duran. But you can call me Sir."
Liam rolled his eyes at the other male's arrogance and stepped back to get some distance again. He was slightly surprised to feel the wall at his back; the alley was narrower than it looked. "I don't think so. You promised me information. Tell me what you know."
Duran stepped forward again, ignoring the warning growl from the other wolf. He smiled as he looked down the other male's body, the target of his gaze obvious. Liam's growl became louder, but Duran continued to ignore it. He smirked and glanced up into Liam's eyes. "I'll tell you what I know and lead you to someone who can tell you more. But... it'll cost you."
The suggestive leer on the other male's face made it fairly clear what he wanted, but Liam didn't even want to consider the possibility. He put his paw on the other wolf's chest to push him away, but Duran leaned into it and made an obvious show of enjoying the touch. Liam quickly moved his paw away. "You haven't told me anything you couldn't have picked up from simply watching me and talking to me for five minutes. How do I know I even want to hear what you have to tell?" He made a disgusted face, "I have a pretty good idea what you want, but tell me anyway."
Duran brought his muzzle forward until his nose was nearly touching Liam's. He chuckling growl came again. "You're looking for the man who killed your wife." He suddenly grinned, "But how were you knocked unconscious so easily, puppy?" His voice dropped to a taunting whisper. "There was more than one burglar. I can lead you to someone who knows both of them." His muzzle lowered again as he looked Liam over like a cut of meat. Liam felt the other wolf's paw push into the waistband of his pants and grip his sheath. The thought that he was feeling another male's paw groping him so intimately made want to yank the unwanted paw away and attack the molester, but the lupine's words rang in his ears. There were two! His mind was racing at the possibility as the other male went on. He moved his muzzle forward and nipped the wolf's ear to make sure he was paying attention, "I want you to make out with me until I'm satisfied. I want you to suck my tongue and let me push my hard cock into your soft sheath and fill your cockholder with MY cum."
Liam's heart felt like it nearly stopped when he heard Duran's terms. His sheath? This fag wanted to fuck his Sheath? He'd never even thought about something so perverse. The other wolf saw his hesitation and laughed, groping him again. "You won't even remember it ten minutes from now. Do you want my help or not?"
Liam closed his eyes for a few moments. When he opened them again Duran was still watching him smugly. He splayed his ears, "Isn't there something else you want? Anything else?"
Duran's eyes narrowed and there was a note of finality in his voice. "No." He smirked, "And you don't have anything else to offer anyway. Do we have a deal?"
Liam couldn't meet the other wolf's eyes, but he eventually nodded his head. As soon as he did Duran's mouth pressed to his. He squirmed against the wall, feeling the other male's tongue pressing forward to lick over his lips. It felt almost like making out with a female... but it wasn't the physical sensations that he disliked. He was kissing a gay guy...
Duran unsnapped Liam's pants and began pushing them down. Feeling the fabric slip Liam panicked and grabbed Duran's wrist with his paw, opening his eyes to silently plead with the other wolf to stop. Duran paused for a few moments, but then his paw continued. The waistband slid down over his hips and then fell the rest of the way down to puddle at his footpaws, leaving him exposed in front of a gay male.
Liam's back arched as a pad was quickly forced into his sheath, feeling the sensitive skin being spread around Duran's finger. His muzzle opened in a gasp against the other male's lips and a tongue invaded his mouth. Gods... it didn't arouse him, but the sensations were rushing through him and he couldn't help but whimper. Just as suddenly as he'd started Duran pulled his paw back and took his tongue back into his mouth. Liam's ears flushed as he realized that the other male was looking down at his exposed sheath. "You're completely straight aren't you?" Duran grinned. "You can't even get it up, can you? Good!" Even though the words were coming from a homosexual talking about gay actions, he still instinctively put his ears back at the implied sleight to his masculinity. Duran's paws lifted and he pushed the jacket from the lupine's shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Liam trembled as he felt Duran's paws move to his last item of clothing and lift it over his head, making him raise his arms to slip it off, leaving him naked.
Duran stepped back and his movements were now slower, making Liam watch the grey furred male strip... to fuck him. His eyes were wide as he saw the muscular body being revealed. Duran shrugged off his own jacket and removed his shirt. Liam closed his eyes tightly, unconsciously thinking that if he didn't see the other male naked it would somehow be less real. It didn't do any good. Duran simply waited until the other wolf's eyes opened again before undoing his own pants and slowly pushing them off.
The two wolves looked at each other in the back of the dirty alley. In the dim light an observer would have had trouble telling them apart. Only, one of the wolves was half erect and nearly out of his sheath. The other was still soft in his sheath and was looking down at the first male's wood with wide eyes.
Duran stepped forward and pressed his body to Liam's, but this time there was no fabric to buffer the contact. The straight wolf closed his eyes and felt the gay wolf's lips press against his. The slippery tongue pressed at his lips, pushing them open and leisurely exploring Liam's mouth. Duran kept moving forward, making Liam's back press against the wall until he had nowhere else to go.
One of Duran's paws wrapped around Liam's sheath, the other gripping his own now slick shaft with the other. Speaking into the other male's mouth he whispered, "Here it comes slutpuppy..." The wet tip pressed to the lips of Liam's sheath and he tried to pull his hips back but felt the wall against his tail. The gay male took his time, sliding his member in at an agonizingly slow pace. Halfway in Liam felt Duran's cocktip touch and slide past his own still flaccid tip. The shaft left a trail of slimy pre down into his sheath and moments later the tip poked into the base of his penis. His sheath was full, but wasn't made to hold a fully erect cock and an inch or two of the gay male's shaft was still expose. Duran's eyes met Liam's and he pulled his tongue back to growl, "Start sucking my tongue like you agreed..."
Shuddering at his own actions Liam did as he was told, sucking his cheeks in as he suckled Duran's tongue. Actively participating made him feel even more dirty than he would have from being docked alone. Duran gripped his sheath and began stretching it up, forcing it to engulf his entire length. The other lupine's slow pace began to pick up. Liam groaned around the tongue.
Duran's hips settled into a rhythmic fucking, taking his time in using the unwilling male. His paw gripped Liam's sheath and used it to masturbate himself. Liam's sheath, the part of him that made him male, was being used in the most female way possible. By the time Liam felt the spurts of pre inside his sheath pick up his shaft was starting to throb at the constant friction. This kiss was becoming the longest make out session he'd had, and he tried not to think about the fact it was with a male...
The pressure suddenly peaked, Liam gasping loudly into Duran's mouth. Cum was building up and the male pumping it into him gripped the end of his sheath tightly, keeping any of it from escaping. Moving his paw down he tugged at Duran's wrist, closing his eyes tightly as it started to become painful. The other wolf let even more of his seed pump around Liam's shaft before releasing his grip and letting the liquid spill out. The thick cum slid down his sheath and balls, as more of it squirted into his sheath the trickle of jizz rolled down the inside of his thigh. He was so relieved that the pressure was released that he didn't even think about having his maleness inseminated.
Duran pulled back and let the last spurts of his cum splatter on the straight wolf's balls, looking down at his thoroughly used sheath with a smirk. Without a word he pulled on his clothing. Liam was still in a half daze until Duran's paw gave his sheath another squeeze, pressing the goo into the fur and squishing the cum around inside. Then he moved it up and wiped his seed over Liam's nose and lips, forcing him to smell it. Liam snapped out of it, but Duran had stepped to the bend in the alley and glanced back. "Come if you're coming." he snickered. "Oh wait, you're straight. No wonder you didn't come." He tapped his footpaw and looked at the still nude Liam.
Scrambling to catch up, the straight wolf pulled on his clothing, pulling his pants up over his matted sheath. Despite his disgust at the pool of cum in his sheath there wasn't anything in the dirty alley to clean up with so he had to follow as he was.
Duran left the alley and continued in the direction they'd been going and eventually came to a bar. On the door in cheap stick-on letters was the word "Jake's". Apparently this was where Duran was headed and Liam followed him into the dimly lit interior. The gay wolf walked over to the bar and sat down, not even looking at the straight wolf whn he sat next to him.
Liam looked around to make sure no one could overhear before leaning over toward Duran. "Well? Keep your end of the bargain, tell me what you know!" The other wolf looked over at him with a smirk. He shrugged a bit and held his paw up to call the bartender over.
"I told you all I knew before you so generously let me fuck you. A coyote's looking for you. I'm meeting him here this evening." He looked smugly at the wolf. "He knows about what happened, but I doubt you want to be here. But you won't remember my warning will you? I'm afraid that's all I have to say." He snickered, "I can only imagine how easy and slutty you must feel right now, little bitch."
The bartender came over and the wolf exchanged some small talk with him before ordering. Liam growled at the other canine and slid off the barstool, taking a couple of backward steps as he snarled, "Fuck you asshole" to the queer. Then he turned quickly away. And didn't see the bucket until his foot caught it and he fell...
1:00 PM
Liam pushed his arms above his head and pointed his footpaws, stretching his entire body out in his usual way upon waking. There were thick curtains over the window and the room was dim. He looked curiously around the room to see where he was and his eyes lit on the clock on the bedside table. He blinked in surprise at the red digits. He never slept this late normally. He must have been up rather late the night before. His muzzle opened in a huge canine yawn and he felt that the fur on and around his muzzle was matted with something. A thoughtful sniff revealed it as the scent of his own cum. He smirked. That explained what had kept him up late then. It was strange that he couldn't catch a scent of the female he must have had such a wild night with.
Getting out of bed he stretched again padded toward a half open door, finding that it was what he was looking for. A simple white master bathroom lay on the other side. He was naked so he simply turned on the water to the right temperature and stepped in. He idly wondered where whoever he'd spent the night with had gone. Well, he was sure that he'd find out who it was eventually.
When his fur was once again clean he grabbed a towel to dry off and even found a brush in one of the drawers. It felt good to have his pelt in order again. He padded back into the bedroom and went to the window to open the curtains and let some light in. On the wall at the foot of the bed was a bookshelf. Half of the shelves held books, the others held a TV and VCR, small statues and a collection of tapes. Stepping closer his eyes scanned over the titles and his eyebrows rose. Some of the tapes were commercial porn, but there were at least twenty tapes labeled with a date and a short sequence of letters. It looked like a well organized collection of home-made videos. He smirked a moment later. He recognized some of the letters. BDSM, WS, BON, NC, only one reason he knew of to have a collection of home-made tapes with those acronyms in a bedroom. Amateur porn. He wished he could remember the night before, apparently she was one kinky bitch...
His smirk turned into a grin. Maybe he didn't need to remember. A tape at the end was sticking out and it looked like it hadn't been labeled yet. He hesitated for a few moments, wondering if it would piss off the owner of the room, but he shrugged to himself. Judging by the sticky state of his fur this morning he was apparently on pretty 'good' terms with her.
He inserted the tape and hit play, going to sit on the end of the bed to watch what it had to show. What he saw made his eyes widen. Holy shit. Halfway through it he had to turn it off, his ears back and his tail twitching in agitation. That couldn't be real, it had to be a fake. He picked another tape randomly and put it in. Holy shit. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. He had to get out of here.
Going to the chest of drawers he rummaged through it in search of clothing. Most of it was a size too small but he managed to find simple some pants than unfortunately displayed the bulge in front rather prominently, and a simple white Tee that clung to his well defined torso. Pulling them on he hurried out the door into the hall. Luckily it didn't take him long to find a pen but he couldn't find anything to write on. He used his paw. Hurrying, he headed to the exterior door, noticing a coat on the back of a chair on his way so he grabbed it just in case...
Once outside he walked quickly away and soon began to relax. It turned out he didn't really need the coat, as it was a beautiful day. He had no idea where he was so he simply kept walking in one direction. He paused to rest when he got tired before going on again. Three hours later he plopped down at a bus stop to get his weight off his paws and closed his eyes, just for a few minutes...
12:45 AM
Liam's howl slowly faded and he was left panting in the afterglow of a powerful climax. His eyes were closed and he realized he was on his paws and knees. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a dripping tan paw reach up and begin wiping something wet all over his muzzle. He tried to jerk back away from it but found another body over his and something was firmly lodged inside his tailhole. He smelled that it was his own cum being wiped on his face at about the same time his dazed brain processed that the thing inside him was another male's cock and seed. He'd just been fucked.
His paw reached up and he tried to push the paw away. It moved away without resistance, having already wiped the seed off on his face. Before he could formulate something to say the other male growled into his ear. "God that was incredible." A still slightly swollen knot was dragged out of his ass and Liam clenched his teeth, letting out a soft whimper. The voice went on. "You only have to do one more thing and I'll fulfill my half of the bargain."
The wolf started to turn his head toward the speaker when the other male padded around in front of him. It was a coyote. He wasn't surprised he didn't know him. He growled, narrowing his eyes at the smaller male. "What deal? What are you talking about?"
The coyote knelt in front of the wolf, his still dripping shaft level with the wolf's muzzle. "You really weren't kidding about you 'condition' were you?" He shook his head, "We made a deal. I tell you who broke into your house and raped your wife, you let me fuck you and lick me clean after." He pushed his hips forward, almost touching the wolf's nose with his tip. Liam pulled back quickly.
"How do I know you're telling the truth? I'm not going to lick your... thing just because you say we had a deal! I'm not a faggot!"
The coyote laughed and looked the wolf in the eye. "Why else would you let me fuck you? Or are you such a pussy that I could have overpowered you, mounted you and pawed you off against your will? Look, if you won't do it then we'll leave it at that. I fucked you up the butt for free." He smirked widely. "Anyway I am a 'faggot', and you just became my bitch."
Dammit! He did have a point. He was bigger than this coyote so he had to have let him do it to him. The thought shocked him, but he must have had a very good reason. The coyote had to know something big. "You swear that if I lick you clean..." He swallowed the rising disgust at the thought, "That you'll tell me everything you agreed to tell me?"
The coyote nodded, wiggling his hips and making his slimy cock bob in front of the lupine's nose. "I promise to tell you everything we agreed, if you lick the fuck-slop from my cock."
Liam grimaced at the way he put it, and even more when he looked at the coyote's shaft. He wasn't sure it would be worse if he closed his eyes or kept them open. It took him a few moments to build up his nerve. Moving his muzzle forward he reluctantly began to lick. His mouth quickly filled with the taste of coyote jizz and he shuddered, but kept licking. The more he hesitated the longer it would take.
Tan paws rubbed at his ears like a lapdog's and he growled warningly. The coyote ignored him. He'd agreed to lick him clean, not to be treated like a pet. He opened his mouth to tell the coyote to cut it out when the paws gripped his ears and suddenly pulled his mouth down over the cock. The wolf gagged on his muzzleful of shaft and pulled back. The other male let him pull back part way, then thrust his hips forward to hilt his cock again.
Liam didn't dare bite, knowing that he'd likely never get the information he'd gone through so much to obtain if he did. But christ, a male was fucking his face! He tried to pull back, but the coyote's paws had a firm grip and his claws dug into the sensitive lupine ears. Liam's eyes watered and he had to work not to gag. It made the coyote grin, pounding his muzzle harder, the quivering of the lupine's mouth and throat around his cock turning him on quickly despite his recent climax.
The wolf soon felt splashes of pre on his tongue, his disgust rising again at the thought of what he was tasting, the thought that a coyote was using his mouth like a bitch's pussy. The spurts came faster as the coyote's excitement rose, his musk filling the wolf's nose. With a final hard push the coyote got his knot past the wolf's teeth. Too late Liam realized what the other canine was doing and realized his mouth was now locked to the other male's crotch.
Suddenly the wolf's mouth was flooded with the sticky warmth of the coyote's cum. His cheeks puffed out as he tried to avoid swallowing, but his lips were sealed around the other male's cock and he couldn't spit it out. His throat quickly worked as he gulped it down. His ears going pink as they lay flat to his head. Not only had he just sucked off a male, he'd swallowed... some females wouldn't even do that. It didn't help that he hadn't really had a choice.
Even after he'd cleared his mouth the coyote kept spilling seed onto the wolf's tongue. He whimpered and realized he'd have to swallow again, the anticipation making it even worse the second time. It wasn't the last time either... three more times his throat had to work, the slick cum sliding down into his belly.
When it was finally over the wolf closed his eyes tightly, panting heavily through his nose. He realized the coyote's paws were stroking his head again. Liam made a half whimper half giggle as his detached brain thought that it brought new meaning to lapdog.
The coyote bent down to nibble the lupine's ear. "You give such good head puppy..." His paw moved down to pet the side of Liam's muzzle. His pads were soon sticky with the wolf's seed he'd wiped there earlier and he moved his paw to the wolf's nose. "Goodnight lapdog..."
Liam blinked in confusion, his mouth still plugged with the coyote dick. The paw that had been rubbing his nose slowly pinched his nostrils closed. He tried to growl but couldn't get a sound out. He couldn't breathe... His eyes widened and he struggled to get his mouth off but the knot was too big and his jaw was stretched as wide as it could go as it was. As the blackness closed in around his vision he realized what the coyote had meant when he said goodnight...
12:30 AM
The wolf's muzzle wrinkled in an expression of discomfort at the throbbing pain under his tail. His eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder, seeing a coyote's panting face as he kept trying to thrust, his knot locked into the wolf's body. With an effort the wolf managed to control his horror at being tied to by another male's shaft, having no idea who the coyote was or why he was fucking him. Not being able to remember was hardly new for the wolf. He couldn't know how long it had been since a blow to the head had given him anterior-grade amnesia. He could even carry on a conversation, but as soon as something distracted him he would forget who he had been talking to and what they had been talking about.
He grabbed wrinkled pawfuls of the sheet under him, gritting his teeth against the painful, humiliating feeling of being fucked by an obviously gay male. What the fuck was going on? He wasn't restrained, but he couldn't imagine what could have made him submit to this. Because the coyote had tied he knew it couldn't be long until he came. Just thinking about a male cumming inside him made his stomach turn. He had always been an exceptionally handsome wolf and queers were always trying to get in his pants, but he was completely straight. Why would he even think about doing it with a guy when he could get any chick he wanted in the sack?
He had a wife for Christ's sake! A beautiful... his mind seemed to stutter and his entire body tensed as his last memory lanced through his brain like a physical blow. The memory of finding his wife being raped in their own home, on their own bed. He'd attacked the intruder, but he'd been smashed on the back of the head by something heavy and fallen senseless to the bed next to her. His vision had faded and the last thing he saw was her eyes.
He was almost glad to be jolted out of the memory by the coyote yanking back on the tie, making the wolf yelp. He was straight! But here he was, naked with another male on his back, taking it up the butt. There had to be a reason he was doing this. Teeth bit down on his scruff and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to control his disgust at being on the receiving end of a mating bite.
The final hard thrusts at his rump pushed his body up, the sheet sliding down his body and over his sheath, his maleness still completely hidden inside. The quick thrusting didn't slow down even when he felt a spreading wetness inside him. He groaned and bit his lower lip hard between his sharp teeth, feeling completely humiliated and horrified to feel another male's cum pulsing into his body, hearing his panting breath and smelling his excited musk.
Not knowing how long it had been, the wolf felt teeth nipping at his ear, the slimy flexible tongue of the other male snaking just barely into his ear. He growled and jerked his head away. A chuckle greeted his movement, the coyote's voice coming out in a growled whisper.
"It's always the same puppy. You hated this, didn't you?" The wolf nodded and the coyote's gloating voice went on. "I took your virginity, you've never BEEN fucked before have you?" Not waiting this time for an answer he went on. "That's the beauty of it. Every time I fuck you it's like taking a straight male's virginity. You groan and tightly close your eyes, you clench your fingerpads and toes. You never get used to me making you my bitch." His tan paw reached under the wolf and gripped his sheath tightly in his paw, starting to slide it up and down the wolf's member inside. "You see, you're about as far from being a gay virgin as a person can be. I've been fucking you for weeks now."
The wolf's heart beat faster in his chest at the words being growled in his ear. That couldn't be true, he was lying to him! He tried to wriggle his sheath away from the other male's paw, but found that it forced the shaft to wiggle inside his tailhole and he stopped with a gasp. Reaching down he tried to push the paw away, but the coyote suddenly jerked his hips back and a bolt of pain from his tied tailring made his muscles lock in agony. The coyote's paw forced the wolf's sheath down to expose his tip, roughly gripping it and starting to masturbate the unwilling wolf. "I found just the words to manipulate you. Dangle the smallest hint that one has a clue to help you find your wife's killer and you'll do just about anything." He thrust a few times against the wolf's rump, his knot grinding against the lupine's prostate and sending jolts of sensation through him. "Even take it up the butt from another male. And you've done that dozens of times now. And in your mouth, in your sheath... piss on you, in your mouth, spank you, any depraved thing I want to do to you I can. All I have to do is distract you long enough that you forget, then tell you another lie." His other paw gave the lupine's balls a sudden hard squeeze. "And you know what the best part is? Your wife wasn't being raped... She'd been cheating on you for months." He thrust against the wolf's hips, humping him simply because he could. "Feel that big cock inside you? I gave her something she couldn't get from your little dick. Satisfaction." His voice went on, sounding almost conversational. "Then you had to come home unexpectedly and find us fucking." His paw kept up the steady pace, masturbating the wolf closer to climax, forcing his pleasure to rise along with his humiliation as the other male went on. "Luckily my friend Duran had come along to get a piece of the action and knocked you out before you did anything stupid."
The coyote's tongue slid into his ear again, but he didn't bother moving his head away this time. "You might like to know that your wife is still alive and going on with her life without you. She got tired of taking care of you and gave you to me."
The wolf's sheath soon collared behind his knot, feeling another male masturbating him against his will. His body trembled in horror, feeling dazed as the coyote's words drove into his ears. The male's shaggy furred head lifted and he sniffed at the air, enjoying the scents of shame and disbelief emanating from the wolf. "That's right puppy. Your drive for revenge has turned you into the retarded cum whore for the very male you want to kill." He thrust hard into his tensed tailhole, invading his body all the more.
"You forget every time you climax, did you know that? But don't worry, I'm getting this on tape so it's ok to forget. This time... I think I'll wipe your own cum on your muzzle when you cream in my paw. Then I'll tell you an appropriate lie and you'll lick the slimy juices from our sex off my cock. Think about that puppy. Maybe if you concentrate hard enough you'll remember." He snickered in the wolf's ear. "Or try not to blow your slutty cum all over my paw..."
There were no more words then. Just the sliding of the coyote's paw on his shaft and the tugging of the knot inside him, yanking viciously and causing blinding pain on his unprotected ring if he tried to resist. And yet his pleasure built inexorably under the coyote's experienced paw. He didn't want this, he wouldn't cum! But he couldn't stop it. His climax washed over him, drowning his horrified shame with pleasure. And he forgot.
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Those of you who have seen Momento will recognize the general format and some plot elements from the movie in my story. It's a great movie, it inspired me. If you haven't seen it, you should ^_^
I wasn't going to post this at all, but a friend of mine said he thought it was my best story. Leave me a comment so I know what you think of it. Comments are the best encouragment for me, so if you want me to write more then let me know that you do!