The Price of a Straight Boy
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Brandon wasn't really the sharpest of the bunch, I guess. The wolf was easy-going, sure, and had just a bit of natural charm, I guess, too, just enough to get him the odd job every now and then, despite his seemingly chronic inability to keep them. Maybe he shouldn't have been too busy dulling his brain with various substances during the weekend, and during the week, too, but that was his problem. I only knew him because he happened to live nearby, on this somewhat shabby neighborhood populated with students coming here after cheap flats after getting bored of the dorms, and then there were furs like Brandon, who just couldn't afford anything else because they just couldn't be bothered to even try.
It was one step above the trailer park, perhaps, and my own little apartment was nice enough. Nobody had been stabbed or raped nearby, either, which was a bonus. I could handle it, and the fifteen-minute ride on the bicycle to the university and back wasn't so bad.
We'd gotten drunk a few times, Brandon and I, and some other guys. He was...I don't know...26, 27? A little bit older than the 20-something bunch of students who usually populated the few bars that weren't too creepy for us to go to, and Brandon liked them. After a couple of beers he'd always start talking of how he always thought about going to college but usually the story then rambled away to one hardship or another, and we never got a definite reason on why exactly did he end up as a no-good loiterer.
Things began to unravel around 7 pm on a Wednesday, I recall, sometime in the middle of the week, anyway. I'd done my homework and was deep in Skyrim on my console when the doorbell rang.
My surprise guest was Brandon, smelling of cigarettes and liquor, though he wasn't drunk, or high, at the moment.
"Uhmm...hi, Craig?"
"Yeah?" I asked him, looking down at the wolf from my own equine heights.
"Can I...uh...maybe come in for a moment?" his eyes glanced from side to side, as if checking whether he was being followed.
That was a bit of a worry, and I wasn't sure whether it was a good idea, but I did let him in.
"Wassup?" I asked once the door was closed.
His tail swished behind him, he scratched his neck, coughed, and scratched his belly, covered by a white T-shirt. He was thin, which was a feat despite the amount of beer he guzzled down. Maybe he countered that by not eating anything between drinks.
"Can you..uh...maybe borrow me a hundred bucks?" Brandon blurted out.
Well the guy sure didn't beat around the bush.
I knew better than to ask why a wolf of meager finances would suddenly need 100 bucks. I probably didn't want to know. It might spare me a visit from the cops or something in the future.
"Well I don't know," I folded my arms across my chest and looked at him again, flapping my tail against my hindquarters, "that's a lot of money."
"I...I'll pay you back soon," the wolf mumbled in reply, avoiding my eyes.
Hmmm...I sure hoped he wasn't planning to invest the money in something illegal...you never knew...he might've just crossed that line between being a pathetic lazy-ass to trying to be a pathetic hustler of illegal goods, simply because he was unsuitable for honest work.
"Well I don't know..." I rubbed my snout, "I might need that money myself...lots of stuff to buy...maybe go out and have fun...hmm..."
The wolf's ears drooped.
"Uh...alright then..." his tail tucked between his legs, "I just thought I'd ask...you know...being my friend and all..."
That probably meant that he'd already asked everyone but nobody trusted him to pay it back.
"Well I really don't know..."
He huffed, sounding as dejected as he looked like.
"Oh man..." the wolf grumbled, "I really needed some..."
Whatever he really meant to buy with that money, I wasn't sure, and I didn't probably want to know.
"Maybe there's something you could do for me, though," I told him.
His ears immediately perked, and he looked almost like a puppy...so hopeful, now that I hadn't shot him down completely.
"Oh yes?" the wolf said. "Really?"
"Blow me," I said.
At first he didn't react, just stared dully, probably suffering from withdrawal from something, maybe.
I nickered.
"Told you," I said, "blow me."
"W-what?"
I slapped a hand over my jeans-covered groin and snorted.
"You heard me. One hundred bucks for a blowjob."
The wolf sneered.
"You're joking, man!"
I was blocking the door with my bulk...he had no exit, and he wasn't going to get past me, not with those spaghetti muscles of his, compared to me.
"You've got ten seconds to decide," I said, "then I open this door and you better not come back asking for money."
He just stared.
"Ten."
"What the fuck..."
"Nine..."
"Dude..."
"Eight."
"You some kind of a faggot, dude?"
"Seven."
"Oh maaaan..."
"Six..."
"Hey, dude - "
I lifted my right hand and dropped my thumb.
"Five."
"What the..."
"Four!"
"Jesus Christ!"
"Three."
Maybe this was a long shot.
"Two."
"ALRIGHT!" the wolf suddenly hollered.
"Hmmm?" I said, holding up one single paw to show that he had one second left to think about it.
"I don't know, maaan..." he scratched the back of his neck fervently.
"Nobody will know," I told him those enticing words while stepping closer to him, almost causing him to balk and reatreat...but he didn't move...just stared at me, "and you'll get 100 bucks. Consider it a gift."
He frowned.
"You...you'd...100 bucks for that?"
"It might be a bit over-prized," I grunted, "but what option do you have?"
Oh that poor puppy...so torn...so indecisive...and so damn desperate for those 100 bucks.
"Uh..."
"Nobody will know," I repeated, "and you get the money. No questions asked."
Why did I even do this? Maybe it was the thrill of having him under my power...someone kinda pathetic, so needful of something I could provide...maybe that aroused me. I'm not sure what I was thinking at the time but...I just knew that I was getting turned on by his desperation, definitely against my better judgment.
I was still surprised that he agreed. He didn't say it, he just...his ears drooped and he just kinda...looked at it.
He watched me, hypnotized, or something of the sort, as I slowly walked over to the couch, sat down, and spread my legs. He watched as I rubbed my bulging groin, and tried to avoid my eyes, while I unbuckled and unzipped and dug it all out, my entire big horsey package out in the open now...balls, sheath, and my dick, flopping over the black T covering my belly.
"Come on," I put my hands behind my back and leaned onto the couch.
For a moment I thought he was going to balk...turn for the door and bolt it, now that he could smell my musk and see it, too, the 11 inches of hard, blunt horsemeat pulsing against my belly. He could still go...open the door and rush out before he'd have to commit this alien act for the sake of getting that money.
I watched him when he knelt between my legs, but he avoided my eyes again, instead looking down...at my dick...the pillar of horseflesh that looked it was ready to burst...my musky balls, full of thick cream for him to drink down. I'd settle for nothing less.
"I...uh..."
"Just put your muzzle around it and mind those teeth," I said, "it's not rocket science."
He took about a minute of huffing and cursing to himself and a couple of false starts before he actually did lean over my dick and tried.
He coughed and spat it out of his muzzle, just when it started to feel good for me, that wetness and the tongue darting hysterically around his maw, with the accidental result of licking against my pisshole, making my shaft twitch.
"Ffuck..." he muttered.
"Again," I said.
He didn't look at me...he just grabbed it...a bit too hard at first, and I told him as much, and he eased his grip on my shaft...such a warm paw...I nickered some, and felt my abs tense, as pleasure began to flow through me, slowly.
He tried again...gagged...tried...drooled thick strings of wolf saliva over it, the stuff trickling along my shaft and painting it wet...heating it up. I began to breathe more deeply...my hips quivering...flexing.
"Just use your paws and muzzle the tip," I told him, "quick..."
He grabbed me with both paws and began to jerk me off, clumsily, holding me with all of his fingers, making a kind of a tube with them all while he made another desperate attempt to actually blow me. Maybe he just couldn't open his jaws wide enough...or he just had a really bad gag reflex, because whenever I felt proper heat there, or his lips, he'd couch...or maybe he just couldn't handle the musk...maybe...
That didn't matter. I didn't deal it maybe's. Either I'd get my cock sucked or not.
"Just go for it," I told him, roughly.
He drooled...he whined...he...he jerked me desperately.
"Not that hard!" I told him.
He eased up...and still he tried slobbering on my tip...my entire shaft and my balls now tingling while he continued his very clumsy attempts to fellate my dong.
At some point that tongue of his did just right...hitting my extra sensitive pisshole again and again...like he was lapping on an ice cream cone.
I put my hand on the back of his head and thrust my hips forward, just once, to make sure my flared tip was pressed into the ring of his lips, and I felt my shaft twitch and my balls draw closer to my body.
"UHHMHPHPHP!"
He sounded like he was drowning, but at least he was swallowing it...for a few seconds...then the rest just flowed out of his maw and covered him, and dribbled to the floor, and the couch, and his paws squeezed down on me way too hard while he desperately tried to get off my dick.
"HH;PHPHPHP!P"
I released his head and he yanked it away, spitting cum everywhere as he struggled to get to his paws. Cum was dripping over his belly and staining his shirt...he must've reeked as badly as the room as a whole, of stallion rut, and musk.
"YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE!" the wolf complained, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle, snorting hard.
I was a bit out of breath, but for different reasons than the wolf. I'd gotten off...physically...mentally...sexually...otherwise...tickling some parts of my psyche that weren't to be toyed with.
What a dark realization...that this...that this power...was good.
"I'll get my wallet," I said, "and some tissues."