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Dalupine Day 1: Breaking a Pup

Part One

It was late afternoon on a summer Thursday. Sunlight shone through the branches of leafy, green trees as an old red pickup truck drove through the shade. At the wheel, a 36 year old brown wolf in a tank top, jean shorts, and flip-flops carefully guided the vehicle along the dirt road. The path was familiar although he hadn't been on it for a few years. He looked over at the 15 year old Dalmatian--wearing an orange t-shirt, black jeans, and sneakers--who sat in the passenger seat. The young adolescent was looking out of the window; the expression on his face made it clear that he had no interest in the outing.

"It should be somewhere around here," said the wolf as he looked about the road. He looks to the Dalmatian. "Aren't ya excited, Sport?"

"I've told you not to call me that." The annoyed teen looked at the older canid with disdain. "You're not my Dad; I'm not your son. You have no right to be calling me anything."

"Look, Donnie, your mom wants us to get to know each other better, and I think this trip is something we could both enjoy. I remember this place from when I was a cub."

"First of all, it's Donald. Secondly, I've never been much of a nature person. Lastly, I have no reason to get to know you. You're marrying my mother, not me. So this attempt at male bonding is nothing but wasted effort on your part, Brenton."

The adolescent canine's words possessed a certain bite that the lupine felt deep inside; however, he tried not to let the pain show.

"I told ya, call me Brent. And Lina really wants us to bond on this trip." Concern adorned the wolf's face as he continued. "We know you're having issues in school. We're hoping this trip will help you sort things out in your head. You're a good kid deep down, and everyone knows it."

Donald had been acting out at school since his mom and Brenton told him of their marriage plans. Before that, he was an A/B student who rarely had problems with teachers. He was also a member of the Cultural Arts Club, a group which encouraged its members to engage in many art forms from around the world. However, in recent weeks, his grades have been in steady decline, and his teachers, friends and other students began to have problems with him; he was even at risk of being expelled from the Cultural Arts Club.

The sun had just begun to set when Brenton spotted the site he was looking for.

"We're here," he exclaimed as the truck pulled up to the large cabin. He turned to the young man sitting beside him. "Just give it all a chance: the trip, the bonding, me."

"Let's just get unloaded and unpacked so this long weekend can begin to get over with." Donald got out the truck with an aura of apathy.

Part Two

Two hours passed. Everything was unpacked and night had just come into the world. The cabin was a two room building: the main room was the kitchen/bedroom/den area; buy the beds was a bathroom with a sink, toilet, and combination bathtub/shower. Brenton and Donald relaxed in the "living room" of the lodge where a recliner, a loveseat, and a couch with a pullout bed were arranged around an expensive flat screen television set. A decorative rug and coffee table were placed in the middle of the arrangement.

"How can I get through to him," Brenton wondered as he relaxed on the recliner. Donald was on the couch, indifferently flipping through channels on the flat screen television. "My older brother has sure kept up the old family cabin. What do ya think, Donnie?"

"I think this weekend is a huge waste of both our time," said the hound, whose eyes refused to move from the television.

The lupine suppressed his emotions with a smile. "Why don't I go and pick us up something to eat from the convenience store a couple miles down the road?" He fetched his keys and put on his flip-flops. "I'll only be a few minutes. Do ya think you'll be fine by yourself?"

Donald simply nodded and Brenton left the house, leaving both canids to themselves with time to think.

Part Three

On the way to the store, Brenton's emotions ran amuck. The stress of the wedding planning was a lot; however, it was compounded by having to deal with the disrespect and indifference of his soon to be step-son.

"He's such an ungrateful brat. I've taken time off from work, asked my brother for use of the cabin for the weekend, and even with drew hundreds of bucks for us to do things together. But he's been nothing but a little douche. I mean who the FUCK does he think he is?" He tightly gripped the steering wheel. To calm the storm in his mind, the wolf took a long, deep breath and lessened his hold on the wheel. "Ok. Ok. I know he's not being himself. He was a perfectly pleasant kid before Lina and I decided to get married. I just.....I just have to be patient. After all, she's counting on me to help him--man to man." He pulled into the store's parking lot, and went into the store with a renewed vigor.

Meanwhile, Donald was still sitting on the couch, flipping through channels. He was stuck for three days with a man he couldn't stand. And much like the older caind, the adolescent Dalmatian had his own emotional torrent to deal with.

"I can't believe I'm stuck here with him. Does he really think that this trip will change anything between us?" The teen's feelings began to fume. "So what if he and Mom are getting married? He'll never be my dad as far as I'm concerned." For a short moment, a look of sadness crossed the spotted dog's face. However, sorrow quickly turned back into resentment, and another thought crossed his mind. "Of course, if he's pushed hard enough, that may not be an issue." Before he had even completed the thought, the remote control was out of his hands and stuck out of the busted television screen.

Part Four

"Donald! I'm back," called Brenton as he walked through the door. The sight of the busted flat screen almost caused him to drop the salads he picked up at the convenience store. "What the hell happened?" He turned his head to see the teenage hound, who was wearing white t-shirt and blue pajama pants while playing his Furtendo EF while lying on one of the beds. "Donald? Donald!? Donald!" The wolf was holding back his anger.

The adolescent Dalmatian looked up at his mom's fiancée. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, shrugging off the question and returning his attention to his handheld.

The wolf rushed to put dinner away in the refrigerator. He sat on the other bed. He took a deep breath and began to speak. "Donald, listen to me. Cut the game off, look at me, and tell me what happened."

"The remote is stuck in the busted TV screen; it doesn't take a big jump to figure out what happened." He refused to take his eyes off the game as the lay on his belly.

"We need to talk. Please, put away the game."

"When I'm done."

The lupine's voice possessed a noticeable irritation. "This is the last time I'll ask nicely. Put away the game."

The teen continued to play and keep silent.

Having had enough, the older canid snatched away the system, cut it off, and closed it. The spotted dog jumped out of bed and starred daggers at the man who he despised more than anyone else, and whom happened to be two heads taller than him. "Give it back!"

"If ya quit acting like a spoiled brat, and speak to me like a decent canid, I will consider letting ya have it back tomorrow. Right now, we have a lot to talk about."

"Fuck you, asshole! We've nothing to discuss." He threw himself onto the bed. While being seated, he refused eye contact with the wolf.

Brenton clinched his fist, Donald being on his final nerve. "Young man, ya better listen to me, and listen good. I am going to be your step-father, and ya will show me the proper respect. When your mother and I first got together ya were a nice, respectful boy. But for the last two months, ya've let so much go: your grades, your friends, even your respect for your mother." His anger slightly subsided. "I want to help; I honestly do. We--your mom and I--are worried about ya. Ya can trust me. Please, tell me what happened."

The teen gets up and stares the wolf dead in the face; he stood just a few inches away. "OK. Ok. You wanna know what happened? You! You happened. You and mom date for a few months and you think you can just be in our lives full-time? She's a lawyer, and you're a God damned mechanic. What can you possibly offer her? Sure, you can fix cars. However, she could pay you and still find a better man." He started to poke the older canid in the chest. "Plus, you think that I'm willing to just let you run my life? That this weekend is going to change everything between us? Think again! Why don't you save us all the trouble and just leave? It's not as if you really love her anyway." Donald closed his eyes crossed his arms with a since of victory. When he heard no answer, he opened his eyes to find Brenton boiling over with anger.

"That's it! That is it! That is the final straw!" He grabbed the Dalmatian by the arm, pulled him to the bed, and bent him over his knee. "It's time for ya to learn some respect!"

Part Five

The wolf's palm landed a hard, firm smack on the hound's behind; the spotted dog struggled, but he was unable to escape the death grip he was in. As he yelled in pain, Donald's eyes caught sight of the clock; what seemed to be forever had really been only seven minutes. The lupine's assault on his asscheeks started hard and fast and didn't show any signs of letting up.

"Are ya ready to apologize and listen to me like a good boy?" He planted another solid smack.

"FUCK YOU!" the young dog exclaimed between his moans of pain.

"Apparently, this isn't enough for ya." Brenton released his fiancée's child from his grip. "Take off your pajama pants."

Standing up, Donald looked at the wolf defiantly. "Fuck no! As if I would, expose myself to an abuse-monger like you!"

Brenton stood up and stared down at the younger canid. The look in his eyes let Donald know he was not playing around. "Pants off, now!"

The adolescent backed away slightly and looked at the older man with a mix of confusion, fear, and embarrassment. "N-N-No I re-refuse." The dog's attempt to put up a strong front was betrayed by the timidity and stuttering of his voice. "Besides, I...don't have any underwear on." He looks away from the alpha in front of him.

"What did ya say?" The wolf's rage was not settling.

"I don't have on any underwear." A slight shade of red adorned his face.

"I don't remember asking ya. Now take it off or I'll rip it off and you'll get it twice as hard!"

Donald submitted, undid the drawstrings, and let his pajama bottoms slide down his legs. As he stepped out, he pulled down his white tee in an attempt to hide his sheefed boyhood.

"Good boy," said the wolf triumphantly. He took his place back on the bed and patted his knee. "Now get your bratty ass back down here so I can show ya who's boss."

The Dalmatain wordlessly obeyed the alpha who asserted his dominance. He knew then that this was not the same lupine he arrived at the cabin with just a few hours earlier.

Part Six

A few minutes passed. Brenton's smacks had begun to slow. He had taken off his shirt due to the heat and sweat emanating from his body. He held Donald firmly by the tail as he delivered slow, hard slaps to the teen's ass.

By this point the Dalmation's voice had gone hoarse from all the moans and yells of agony. His ass was beaten red and tender; he was reduced to whimpering and pleading with tearful eyes.

"Please....Please, stop! I give! I gi-i-i-ive!" His cries were barely audible. "I'll be good! I promise!"

The lupine raised is hand high. "Here's one to grow on!" He crashed his palm down on the teen's ass for the last, and hardest, smack.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" the Dalmatian's scream decrescendoed into open-mouthed silence. He got off of the older canid's knee and tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, but they flowed faster than he could wipe.

"Dry it up!" commanded the wolf. "Besides ya enjoyed it more than ya think," Brenton snidely said while pointing at Donald's exposed, rock hard, cut, pink boyhood and sagging nut sack.

The young man tried desperately to cover it with his shirt. The red of embarrassment on his face was almost as intense as the red of soreness on his ass.

"Nuh uh-uh. Take off your shirt and put your hands behind your back," Brenton said while his eyes stared at the erect cock of the now subservient boy in front of him.

"Yes, sir," he said as he quickly tossed off his top in one sweep and stood at attention. The adolescent hound could feel the older canid's eyes moving around his body.

The lupine sighed in pleasure at the Dalmatian's obedience. "Good Pup. Now, go get yourself something to drink. And while you're up, get me a beer from the fridge."

"Yes, sir," the teen timidly said. He went to the kitchen--which was really just a stove, a sink, and a refrigerator in the corner of the cabin--to get their beverages. A mixture of relief and trepidation churned inside the hound as he fetched a can of cola and a bottle of beer. Much to his mortification, his erection refused to recede.

When he turned around, his eyes widened at the sight of the older male leisurely stroking his full grown, completely erect, uncircumcised, fire-engine red manhood; his shorts and boxers were carelessly discarded on the floor. Donald froze in place, his eyes fixated on the older man's package. It had to be at least 10 full inches; much bigger than his 4.5 inches. And Brenton's balls were huge in comparison to his. If there was any chance of his boyhood softening, it was gone at that moment.

"I'm waiting," said the wolf as he slowly ran the foreskin over his chiseled head. Brenton patted the space on the bed beside him. "Here, Pup."

The young dog hurried to sit on at the side of the alpha who he couldn't help but obey. The soft bed still slightly stung his freshly tendered behind. He meekly handed the beer to the older male without making eye contact.

"Good boy." The lupine gently petted the adolescent's head as he popped of the bottle cap with his teeth. The boy slightly pushed his head against the palm, outwardly enjoying the gentle action. "Drink up. After this short break is over we'll finish your punishment." He looked down at the Dalmatian who flinched and looked at him with a fearful gaze. "You've got till the time I finish my booze." He took a large swig from the bottle.

Donald popped the top of his can and began chugging the cola. He coughed as some got caught in his throat. He then felt the older canid's palm rubbing and patting his back. After the coughing subsided, he took slower sips, afraid of another hacking fit. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Brenton slowed down his drinking speed and the wolf's hand was still rubbing his back. He relaxed for a moment and said, "Thank you, sir."

The wolf was down to less than half his bottle. The dog was almost done with his can. Both canids' phalluses were still completely erect.

Part Seven

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," the Dalmatian bellowed as the older man sent a searing pain through his ass. He was on all fours on the beds he was instructed to push together. His tail was raised to give his alpha unobstructed access to his tender rear-end. With each smack, his boyhood and balls swung forward.

"Now keep your ass in the air and lay your chest bed. Ya can have a pillow to put your head on." The lupine rubbed the red, tender bottom in front of him as his pup did what he was told. "I'll be right back, keep facing in that direction."

"Yes, sir." Donald took deep breaths to calm himself down; he wanted to enjoy the passing of his punishment. However, it was short lived. The teen gasped as he felt something entering his tail hole. He gripped the sheets and buried his head in the pillow to stifle his moans.

The wolf thrust his lubed finger in and out of his boy's anus. "This is the last part of your punishment, Pup. The more ya relax, the less it'll hurt. Judging by that bone you're sporting, I don't think you'll completely hate it either." The older canid applied pressure to the teen's prostate; the moans become audible through the pillow.

"Ah..AAh... S-S-Sir, what ar-ar-are you doING? AAahh!"

Brenton slipped in a second finger at the last syllable of Donald's question. "Since ya've been a good pup, I thought we'd finish with something we'd both enjoy," he said with a sinister tone in his voice. He began to scissor his fingers in the teen's loosening hole.

The spotted hound pushed his upper body off the bed. "FUUUUCCCCKK!" His breathing began to quicken; he though, "I can't take much more of this!"

"Admit it, Pup. Ya like being disciplined, don't ya?" He rapidly tapped the prostate with both fingers.

"Yeeeeeees, ah....sir."

"I can't hear ya." He dug into the younger male's g-spot, alternating his digits.

"YES, SIR! I like being disciplined. Ahhh! AAAAAAhh!"

"That's my Pup," the wolf said as he pulled his fingers out, leaving the boy's tail hole empty; the boy pushed his ass back, wanting to be filled again. "And older men telling ya what to do?"

The boy whimpered loudly and wiggled his ass, begging for the fingers to be returned.

"Answer me, boy," The older canid's command came with a smack on the teen's red, tender, wanting ass.

"OW! Yes, sir! I love older men bossing me around!" He whimpered from the pain, and shamefully hid his head in the pillow. He felt the mattress shift as Brenton climbed in bed and knelt behind him. His entire body flinched when he sensed the lubed, massive manhood run up and down his crevasse. His entire upper body shot up as he turned his head to look at the lupine who was grinding dominantly against him. Trembling from fear he uttered, "Please....Don't...." The hardest palm of the night was delivered to his aching ass; the dog screamed in pain at the top of his lungs.

"Turn around or I'll wipe off the lube on the sheets and fuck ya with it bone dry!" Donald did as he was told. Brenton rubbed the spotted hound's back gently. "Now listen, Pup. This is important. Relax your ass and push out with your hole as I push it in. This will make it easier to take me in. Do ya understand?" The submissive teen nodded as he gripped the sheets and braced himself for the remainder of his punishment. The wolf steadied himself on his knees and pealed back his foreskin. "Ok. Here I come."

The older canid gripped the Dalmatian's hips and slowly pushed into the puckered hole. Donald gritted his teeth; moans of pain seeped from his muzzle; he worked his ass just as Brenton instructed; he could feel the massive lupine tool push through his insides. When he was almost in, Brenton thrust his last two inches in his pup's waiting tunnel. Short, rapid whimpers escaped the impaled canine's mouth.

"MMMMMMMmmmmm. That's a nice tight tail hole ya've got here, Pup," said the alpha as he softly messaged the boy's sides. "I'll give ya a minute to get used to the sensation before we finish. Settle your breathing; you'll feel better."

"Th...than....Thank you, sir," Donald managed to say while his body adjusted to the new mass inside of him. The relaxed his body and steadied his breathing. "Fuck!....This.....This is so....so.....GOOOOOD." The teen thought as he was processing the mixture of pain and pleasure he felt. His small moans caught the older male's ears.

"Ready?" Brenton asked with a mix of concern and impatience.

His pup anxiously nodded.

Slowly, the dominant alpha drew out of his obedient pup. Both canids moaned in pleasure: the wolf at the tightness of the younger male's ass; the Dalmatian at the feel of the massive cock that ran through his tailhole and on his prostate. Brenton pulled out to the head and slowly pushed back in. He longdicked the boy's exit over and over, slightly increasing his speed with each thrust.

The teen made no effort to stifle his moans as he reared back his head and pushed his ass in the air. "FUCK, SIR! PUNISH ME! MAKE ME A GOOD PUP FOR YOU!" he managed to get out in between his moans of ecstasy as his hard doggy dick and balls slap against his body.

The lupine grunted so loud that he almost didn't hear his pup's pleas for more. "I knew it," he thought. "Ya are....a....a good pup. In fact, I have a.....special.....surprise.......just for.....ya!" he said between grunts. He stopped to rub his inflated knot against Donald's tender hole.

The adolescent canine remembered this from sex ed. He never thought he'd be on the receiving end of another man's love balloon. The thought terrified him, but he knew that it would only make things worse if he protested.

"Please....AAAAHhhhh......Sir!.....OOOOOhh....be gentle! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" He barely managed to finish his request before Brenton slowly slid his dick all the way out of the pleading Dalmatian's ass.

He gripped the boy's sides as tight as he could, leaned over and whispered in the spotted pup's ear, "No can do, Pup. How else would ya learn anything?" The dominant alpha wolf simultaneously thrust forward and pulled the teen back, and slammed his entire length, knot and all, into the young hound's ass.

Both screamed: the wolf from pleasure, the Dalmatian from pain. Brenton's seed spurted into Donald's body; the young man's moans changed from pain into pleasure as he felt the warm seed filling him up on the inside. There was so much that the jizz seeped out of the boy's ass, passed the man's knot, and coated both of their balls.

The lupine grabbed the Dalmatian under the arms and gently fell with him on his side. He pulled the young man--who was whimpering from the intensity of the experience--snugly to him. He rubbed the boy's body from belly to chest and nuzzled against him. "Shhh, Shhh. Calm down, my little Pup."

The boy relaxed as soon as the wolf finished his sentence. "He called me his. Just like..." His thoughts were halted by the older canid placing butterfly kisses on his neck. His body jerked, causing his ass to pull against the knot; he yelped and closed his eyes while his still rock hard, fully knotted boyhood strained, needing release.

"Yes, Sir," said the spotted young man as he nestled against the older male. "Um....Sir? Can...Can I....?"

"No. Consider it part of you punishment."

"But...."

The wolf gave a soft warning growl to the Dalmatian, who in return gave a scared and pleading whimper.

Brenton spoke, softly yet firmly, into his captive hound's ear. "Now that I have your attention, ya need to listen up. I know you're a good kid. There's no doubt in my mind about that. Ya've just been acting out for some reason. I don't know what is going on or what you're dealing with, but I want to know so that we--you, your mom, and I--can figure something out together. Ya don't have to tell me now, but I will expect an answer by the time the weekend is over. Understood, my Pup?"

"Yes, Sir." Donald snuggled closer to his soon to be step-dad. "He said it again," he thought as a blush crossed his face.

"Time for bed. We have a busy day tomorrow." He hugged the boy tightly. "We'll start by replacing the flat screen."

"Sir....I'm sorry for being a bad pup." The Dalmatian's voice showed true remorse.

"It's ok," Brenton said as he caressed his pup's ear. "We wouldn't be like this if ya weren't. No more talking. Sleep, now." The wolf tightened his arms around the Dalmatian in a dominant, yet loving, embrace. Both canids were soon asleep.