{"sf1_id":68783,"sf2_id":"XnrbMonz","title":"One Year (M/M)","author":"Hawk","words":18138,"posted_at":"2008-12-02T12:49:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Domination/Submission","Leather","M/M","Master/Slave","Oral","Whipping","Wolf","Zebra"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/68783-one-year-m-m","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XnrbMonz","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/46/23/46235637-1552-4bcc-98e6-9c4b908cad2a","description":"#1 of Zale Sterling, fetish zebra!","content":"One Year  \nby H. A. Kirsch  \nCopyright 2008  \n  \n  \nWarning: gay smut. Also, some heavy gear fetish and I won't spoil the rest.  \n  \n---  \n  \nI've always been afraid of wolves. I don't really know why; mum told me it was because I was a  \nhorse, but I'm a zebra and there aren't wolves in Africa. Then again, I'm Australian and there  \naren't zebras in Australia. I'm not even a whole zebra; mum's a pony. Anyway, wolves, they freak me  \nout. Always. Even a nice wolf gives me the willies. You can totally tell where this is going, huh?  \n  \nYeah, I spent a year living with one.  \n  \n---  \n  \nI was sitting on a low wall at the edge of this elevated park courtyard thing, waiting for someone  \nto come by. There were a lot of people coming by, but they all continued going. Not enough coming,  \nyou know? And that's what I was there for. It didn't really happen fast; I was out of my parents'  \nhouse when I turned eighteen, into an apartment with the guys in my band. We were getting locally  \nbig, and then it just... went all Behind The Music, and it wasn't my band any more, and I wasn't  \neven in it. I was living with a friend of mine, but the rent was too high and he was a dope fiend  \nwho didn't tell anyone. When he got put in jail and then rehab, no one was there to pay the rest of  \nthe rent. I got set out on the sidewalk along with a come-and-barf-stained futon and a pile of milk  \ncrates. I went through my other friends until I was out of places to crash.\n\n\u0026nbsp; I went into a bar that I found, kind of seedy and smelly... smelly like a jockstrap that'd been  \nhanging in a gym locker for a year, not like it was full of bums. I ended up with a potbellied black  \nbear named Bill putting come trails on my taint, then leaving lying in a motel bed with a hundred  \nand fifty dollars tucked into my fucking ear. Really, he rolled it up and stuck it in there. One  \nhundred and fifty dollars was enough to stay in that motel room for two weeks, and Indian lunch  \nbuffets are like the vegetarian version of Old Country Buffet.  \n  \nSo I was sitting on the wall, waiting for someone to come by and notice me. I quickly learned that  \nhanging your tits into someone's car at a stop light only works if you have tits, and that you  \ngenerally want someone to pick you up because they think you're hot. Plus, I always kind of got this  \ngross dick tingle when someone stopped and asked me if I had anywhere I wanted to go. I was sitting,  \nsitting, sitting, and then I look down to see who's coming down the walk and it was a wolf. Every  \ntime there's a wolf, I watch them the whole way. They probably think I'm a freak, some weird  \nsplotchy half-gray zebra thing in a torn-sleeve shirt, tight-ass jeans and hair-metal cowboy boots.  \nThey being wolves.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; This wolf was all black. His clothes were all black. Nothing on him wasn't black save for his eyes  \nand teeth, and he had sunglasses on so maybe his fucking eyes were black pools of crazy-shit black  \nwolf. When he opened his mouth and licked his lips, his tongue was black. He got closer, and I  \nrealized he didn't see me. He looked anywhere but at me. He was wearing all leather; leather blazer  \nwith some fancy-shit crocodile parts on the collar, leather jeans, leather gloves even though it  \nwas warm out, leather belt, leather cowboy boots. Black sunglasses, and no shirt. I couldn't decide  \nif he was a fag or the mafia. I wasn't sure if a mafia fag would be better than just a fag, or worse  \nthan just mafia.  \n  \nA little relief sweated out on my snout when this tall black thing just clopped on by, and then  \noozed back inside when he stopped less than twenty feet away. That wolf's head turned, muzzle over  \nhis shoulder, black lip curled a little, and he even tilted his sunglasses down to give me a  \nstraight yellow-eyed look. It was right out of a fucking movie, some pulp shit, but crap did it make  \nme feel like jelly in my nuts. The rest of the wolf turned and he stepped right up to me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Why're you sitting there like that?\" I started to answer, but he cut me off. \"Are you a whore?\" He  \nhad this clipped mix of Bronx thug and backwoods drawl. I stared at his gloves. I mean if I stared  \nat his face I would probably faint, fucking wolves, but his gloves.. they were strangling gloves,  \nthey were the things you always see on some bad guy who's breaking into something or killing someone  \nor making that little hand triangle while plotting at his desk of evil. Glossy, black leather,  \ntight-fitted.  \n  \n\"Well,\" I said, and palmed my mohawk. He downed his glasses again, watched me put a hand through the  \nblue ruff. Maybe he was watching my glove. I always wore open-knuckle driving gloves. They were  \ntrashy. They fit. \"That depends.\"  \n  \nThe wolf took out his wallet. Right there, in front of everyone else walking by. Not that they gave  \na shit, but still. Someone could, I dunno, steal it from him. \"How much to just walk around the  \nblock with you?\"  \n  \nHand on mohawk again. \"Are you kidding me? This sounds familiar. I think I saw this in a movie. That  \none with the guy who put gerbils up his ass. You want to walk around the block? Okay, five bucks.\" I  \nlearned another trick; if you act like an asshole, then tough guys fork out more money because they  \nlove to pork a punk-ass and pussy guys just get off on assholes. I put my hand out, and he smacked  \nthe money down into it, then grabbed. Holy shit, I got stiff, and I mean everywhere, I didn't want  \nto stand up but he pulled me up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He wasn't kidding. Around the block, a total of maybe five sentences, and we were back right where  \nI'd been sitting. \"Look, I don't need anything, it's not a sob story. You asked, that's what it is.  \nEveryone's got a thing. You got a thing. You're some big scary black wolf who pays...\" and he walked  \noff. \"Hey, hey! What the hell, you're nuts mister, you don't want to, I mean you just wanted to  \nspend five bucks to ask me why I'm a hustler?\" I followed after him, heart pounding. There was no  \nway he could be good. He moved with the absolute purpose of an animal that smelled meat. Being an  \nanimal that naturally would \\*be\\* meat for someone else, that kind of sense thing just runs in my  \nblood.  \n  \nThe wolf turned and stopped right next to an expensive black Mustang GT. I knew it was a GT  \nbecause... because, I mean, come on. \"Get in.\"  \n  \n---  \n  \nI got in his car, and the city barreled by, turning into highway for a few miles. He drove fast, but  \nnot like an idiot. \"What's your name?\" he asked, not even bothering to look at me in the mirror. I  \nsat in the back so he couldn't touch me while driving.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Zale.\"  \n  \n\"Zale?\" He looked in the mirror.. just to pass someone.  \n  \n\"Yeah, Zale Sterling. You know, like silver. And I'm gray. Nah, it's really my name, look.\" I fished  \nout my license. \"It's kind of a limey name I guess, I'm from down under. Came here as a kid.\"  \n  \n\"Name's Hawk,\" the wolf said, pulling off onto a side road. I knew where we were... south of town,  \nthere was some big walk park with some nice houses around it. Some school friend had lived out there  \nuntil his dad married someone else out of state and dumped the kid's mom. He stopped the car. \"Okay,  \nso there's a bus stop about fifty feet around that corner. If you want, just get out. If you want to  \ncome with me, you can. Here's the thing. You're a homeless little pony who fucks for cash. I have a  \nhouse and no one but me to fill it up. You come with me, you live with me for a year.\"  \n  \n\"What happens after a year, you turn into a pumpkin? I get to make a wish?\"  \n  \n\"I tell you to get lost.\"  \n  \nI almost shit myself, sitting on that leather back bench in his rumbling car, looking between the  \nside of Mr. Hawk's black head and the corner where \\_supposedly\\_ there was a ticket back to my little  \nhovel of a bed and night after night of anonymous fluids. The city was safe, compared to some WOLF  \nand his house WITH NO ONE ELSE for A WHOLE YEAR. I went to grab the door handle, but my finger  \nslipped and pushed the lock lever instead. The wolf didn't say anything and kept driving.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He lived on the edge of that park, at the far side. Literally on the edge; you could go out his  \nbasement patio door and walk down a path and you were in a Nature Area where kids from the nearby  \ncollege would walk around and pretend like they were in a real wildnerness while making out and  \ntalking about Ayn Rand. Hawk pulled into his garage, then got out. I followed, and boy was his house  \nnice. Creepy, but nice. Expensive minimalist everything, a lot of black wood and nothing was curved.  \nEven the flower planters had angles. All the furniture was leather, all the floors hard, all the TVs  \nflat.  \n  \nHawk didn't seem to talk much. He just led me around, boot heels snapping on the hard wood. He  \ndidn't walk fast - he sounded like he had the measured gait of someone trying to, you know, be  \nmeasured - but he had to be six and a half feet tall and he just moved fast. He stopped at a room.  \n\"You can sleep in here.\" He kept going. \"This is the basement, you can work out but wipe up your  \nsweat and spit and whatever.\" Back upstairs: \"If you eat something, write it down so I can go  \nshopping and get another.\" All the way to one end of the long house: \"This is the master bedroom. If  \nthe door's locked, you stay outside. If you make a mess in there...\" he didn't finish. All the way  \nto the other end: \"If I find that you've gotten in here somehow, you will regret it.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Uh, yeah,\" I finally said. \"So, you want to-\"  \n  \nHe pushed right past me. \"I have something to do. I'll be back. I might be late, so don't wait up.  \nBy the way, don't let any cops in. I have inside locks and they're a fire hazard. Had a firefighter  \nfriend get all pissy about it once.\" The wolf stalked off into the garage, and shut the door behind  \nhim.  \n  \nWhen the lock snapped, three others popped around the house. I went around to each door in the  \nsilent house, and tried it. Locked. I tried the deadbolt knob. There wasn't one.  \n  \nWhen I got to the toilet, I was so scared that I pissed harder than I'd ever pissed in my life.  \n  \n---  \n  \nThe wolf wasn't kidding. It grew dark, and there was no sign of him. I rummaged in the refrigerator  \nand found what looked like chinese take-out from a few nights earlier. No one would miss that, and  \nit was just noodles, so I slurped it all down. I kept the reality of my situation at bay by  \nwandering around the house. It was like looking at the New York Times Magazine on Sunday and leafing  \nthrough all the advertisements for furniture you can only afford when living in Manhattan. It was  \njust like that, except instead of looking at it on your parents' folding table while eating Kraft  \nDinner with ketchup and carrots, you're inside it and some wolf had just picked you up off the  \nstreet to keep you as a house boy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The house had at least three bedrooms. Master, the one marked as 'mine', one that was totally empty,  \nand I guessed that the door across the hall was a twin to the empty - I opened the door and slammed  \nit shut. I breathed hard. I opened it again. It was a dungeon. We're talking one of those standing  \nwhipping crosses, all kinds of other black stuff with shackles attached, strange things hanging from  \nthe walls that I couldn't identify fast, and a smell that made me see spots. Leather, rubber, sweat,  \nsex, and WOLF.  \n  \nNo more stalking around the house for me. I tried all the doors again. I tried to find a phone...  \nthe wolf didn't have any PHONES. He probably had a cell, or was some super creep who didn't use  \nphones... I had a prepaid, but it was out of minutes. Fuck that. I went into the bedroom for me,  \nand closed the door. Maybe things would be okay. Maybe he was just playing. He'd come home and I'd  \nsuck his cock down to the balls, and he'd say something about how horses have nice lips, and I'd get  \nfifty bucks and a ride back to the bus stop.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was a nice bedroom. A little sterile, like it would look nice in that \"you'll never afford this\"  \nadvertisement, but not like it would be comfortable. The bed had satin sheets, though. I was a  \nsucker for that kind of thing, and soon I was naked and sliding in between black satin and black  \nsatin. All those little animal bits came out, and I just squirmed in there, like a whole team of  \nkids were petting me at a petting zoo, and they were made of satin. I don't care if that sounds  \nweird. It was about that moment that I fell asleep. It didn't matter if I was terrified; if I got  \nhorizontal and wasn't being fucked, lights out. That was fine with me, I thought, in the couple of  \nseconds I had before I was gone. Sleep meant I didn't have to think about where I was.  \n  \n---  \n  \nI woke up sweating in a huff. I mean really sweating, it was disgusting, and the satin didn't help.  \nHorses sweat, dontchaknow. It was pitch black outside, must've been a new moon or cloudy or  \nsomething. Someone was walking around outside the room, and for a second I didn't know where I was.  \nThen I realized it had to be the wolf. Hawk. Boot heels clomped down the hall one way, then the  \nother. This wasn't the swagger-stalk from before; this was rough and hurried. I crept out of bed and  \nover to the door, trying to hear if he was talking or doing anything else.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The boots stopped outside the door, and I shrank back. Nothing happened for a long few seconds, and  \nI leaned back to the crack of the frame. The floorboards creaked outside, or maybe that was leather?  \nAnd breathing. He was standing there, outside the door, breathing. It sounded like a big dog  \npanting, except much slower. Sometimes it was the sniff of a nostril, sometimes an open-mouthed  \nhuff.  \n  \nI panicked and lept up, then rushed to the bed, seized with the idea that if I could lunge in under  \nthe sheets, I would be just a harmless and uninteresting black lump. You know, kind of like hiding  \nin a pack with all those stripes, except there weren't any stripes on the bed and mine were all  \nsplotchy and I could have sworn I was going to have a heart attack. I faced the wall, and stilled  \nmyself as much as I could. The door opened with a click of the latch, and I heard boots move from  \nthe hallway into the room. Clunk, clunk, clunk. The house was silent, I was silent, the room was  \nsilent, only the wolf made noise. Leather creaked, boot heel clopped the floor, sole laid down with  \na slap. He was trying to do it, I knew it. No normal person walks that way. It's the way you walk in  \na movie.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He touched me. I didn't have to worry about jerking; I couldn't move if I tried. Hand slid over my  \nbody, down the curve from shoulder to side to hip to thigh. Oh god, I didn't look harmless and  \ninnocent, I looked like a slut, like some inviting whore just waiting. And I \\_was\\_ an inviting  \nwhore, I was a whore and I'd said I wanted to stay, to stay...  \n  \nThe wolf slowly peeled the sheets off, and that was almost a relief; in the short time I'd been  \nhunkering at the door, all my sweat had turned into a disgusting clammy mess that was making me  \nshiver. No, it was that big hand touching me that made me shiver. The hand slid along horsehair, and  \nI knew he was wearing gloves, I knew because I cold smell the leather and because it was so slick  \nand easy-going. I was so terrified, I could only think of how I could get out of the situation, and  \nthe only way I could get out would be to play along, and give him what he wanted, make sure the wolf  \nwas happy so he would go away and turn around three times and fall asleep on the sofa.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I stirred, like he was waking me up. He didn't stop touching, he didn't even pause. I rolled over  \nonto my back, that hand on my shoulder. Now I could see him, a towering black thing with tall ears,  \nyellow eyes looking down at me from an otherwise inky face. Oh god, he was, he was evil, out of that  \nsuit jacket he was lean and wide-shouldered and carved thick and hard under that ebony fur. He still  \nhad on leather jeans, still had those gloves on. He only touched my chest for a moment, big hand  \nsliding across my pecs; I sucked my abs in, made my chest stick out a little, then sniffed.  \n  \nThe wolf stood back and started opening his fly, body slowly shifting around as leather met leather  \nand slowly exposed himself. Just more black, the whole god-damn thing was black. Black skin, black  \nforeskin, black dickhead, black nuts. I started to twist over that way, to put it in my mouth, and  \nhe just slapped me. Hard. \"What?\"  \n  \n\"Don't fucking suck me,\" he said, and started climbing into bed. \"I don't need another blowjob.\"  \nSuddenly he was all over me, body against mine, boots scraping down my shins and forcing my legs  \napart. He was drunk, or half drunk, or coming off being drunk; it just radiated out of his mouth, I  \ncould see the smell rays like a fucking cartoon. My face hurt from the slap, a sting, an \\_ache\\_  \nbecause his hand had followed through. My ears burned hot, and I knew my lips were curled back, big  \nsquare teeth showing. The wolf leaned up and snarled a few times, coughed and snorted, then hocked  \nup a big wad of spit into a gloved hand and started milking it around his dickhead. \"I'm going to  \nfuck you like the little fucking whore pony you are, on your back, looking right in your pretty  \nstriped face.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; This was not what I wanted. I shoved at his chest when he tried to lean down and start pushing it  \nin. I shoved, he punched me in the shoulder. I started to buck and thrash, but his gloved hands  \nseized my biceps and flattened me. You don't mess with a horse, we can buck, even zebra pony mutts.  \nThe more I bucked, the more he snarled, until his teeth were bared, nose pointed, ears back, drool  \nhanging off his teeth. His solution to my bucking was to flip me over; god was he strong! I clawed  \nat the sheets, at the pillows, but he just crushed down against me, wet cock squirming inbetween my  \nasscheeks.  \n  \n\"No, no, no! Get off me! I changed my mind, okay? I changed my mind!\" I huffed, hips crushing  \nagainst the bed, trying to block off my asshole from him. He forced in at it anyway, chest rattling  \nas he snarled, and the head started to mash inside. It hurt and hurt and then... unnnh, it didn't  \nhurt so much. He let out a gurgling sort of moan and sunk in.  \n  \n\"Fucking horses have the best assholes,\" he slurred, just grinding against me, gloved hands wrapped  \naround my forearms. The fight was over, and I couldn't move again, just lie there and stare at that  \ngloved hand holding my arm, black leather shining, so strong. He grunted and pushed, leather pants  \nsqueaking and grinding along the backs of my legs, edge of his boot sole sometimes scraping along my  \ncalf. The rocking turned into thrusting, faster and harder, then deeper and violent, hands gripping  \nmy shoulders instead of wrists, holding me down so firm that it was hard to breathe. All of a  \nsudden, that fat dickhead popped out and I realized just how big it was, asshole gaping, a fucking  \ncavern inside.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Son of a bitch, I can't come in your ass, I can't come in your ass right now,\" he snarled, then  \nflipped me over again. He sat on my thighs and beat at his cock, fisting over it, foreskin slapping  \nflesh slapping leather, precum bubbling out of the head and running down his knuckles. I stared at  \nit, at the way his balls smacked that leather-wrapped fist. He reached out and grabbed my face and  \nturned it up; I tried to wrench away, but he just hit me again, the slap hard enough to make me  \nthrash under him. He was just staring at me in my face, then his yellow eyes dropped down. His chest  \ninflated and strained tight, a deep hnnnrrrhhh coming out through his teeth, drool pushed out and  \nrunning down his black lips to collect under his front teeth and spill over onto his chin. His cock  \nfired off, spraying my chest right up to my neck, spurts so wet and messy that they splattered  \nagainst themselves, wet mess puddling up between my pecs, then running down the side of my neck.  \n  \nThen he climbed off me and grunted, milked his cock off and shook the drops at me. He smirked and  \nrubbed his face, messing up his fur, and chuckled. The sound turned into a dark laugh as he turned  \non heel and stalked for the door, swinging it open and slamming it behind him. I stared at that mess  \non my chest, and something snapped inside. Control just disappeared, and I was so hard, so hard just  \nlooking at it, gleaming white spunk all over my splotchy fur. I touched it, smeared it around, and  \ntouched my cock, and came hard. It hit the wall and splattered. The next morning, it had turned into  \na gross, rancid mustard stain that I buffed out with a pillowcase.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ---  \n  \nI didn't want to leave the room that next morning, but I was so hungry I wanted to chew through the  \ndesk. I pulled on my pants and snuck out. Halfway to the kitchen, I heard him and stopped.  \n  \n\"Get in here,\" Hawk said, chewing on something. I crept in. \"Jesus, you're a mess. Take a fucking  \nshower.\"  \n  \nMy face burned and I shrank back. \"Uhhh, ohhh-\"  \n  \nHe grunted and set down the bacon he was eating. He was wearing black silk boxers and nothing else,  \nand his face looked a little haggard. \"Look, tell me what you eat. I'll make something.\"  \n  \nThe kitchen had a big island in the middle, with stools at one side. I sat. Everything was stainless  \nsteel and marble. The table was cold and unforgiving, and the stool wasn't padded. \"Uh, uh, veggies  \nand bread and stuff.\"  \n  \n\"Any dairy?\"  \n  \n\"Yeah, I can eat that stuff sometimes if there's, I dunno, potatoes or something.\" My voice was so  \nsmall. I felt like a tiny little toy pony. I wasn't really small or big, maybe five ten. My dad was  \nhuge though, full-blooded zebra, and my mom was kind of fat even though she was a pony. I always  \nfelt like a little kid at home.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"It'll be done in a bit. Clean that come off. It looks like someone spilled milk on your neck.\"  \n  \nI got up and slinked out, then found the bathroom. It was \\_black\\_ inside. Black jacuzzi tub, black  \nshower, black toilet, black sink, slate gray tiles. This wolf had a one-track mind. He was like a  \nwalking black and white photo. I showered off, and when I got out, he was standing outside the door  \nholding a bathrobe. It was... black. I put it on while he walked back to the kitchen.  \n  \nWhen I came up, he just set a plate of something down. \"Eat. I'll get some more food today. All I  \nhave is meat stuff.\" It looked a lot like chopped potatoes and some peppers. It was a little  \ngarlicky. I picked at it, and felt like an idiot until it was gone. Hawk didn't seem to pay  \nattention to me, milling around the kitchen. I'd barely put the fork down before he yanked the plate  \naway and stuck it into the dishwasher. \"I have to go to work. Don't break anything. You can do  \nwhatever you want, as long as you don't go in my bedroom or the one at the end of the hall, and  \ndon't waste yourself. You're not here to get a free ride.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He disappeared into the master bedroom, and reappeared wearing that leather suit, then ducked out  \ninto the garage. His car roared off, and I was alone in the creepy angular black house. I convinced  \nmyself that it was a challenge. That this was a weird-ass situation and I was going to see it  \nthrough because people should do interesting things in their life. Interesting things like stay at a  \nwolf's house where the doors are all locked from the inside when the wolf's at work, and where the  \ninternet connection is firewalled so you can only read the news, and where everything smells like  \neither leather or smoke or wolf-come, and where you go to sleep and...  \n  \nI wasn't really sore back there, but it.. I knew he'd been in me. Just thinking about thinking about  \nit made me feel scared again, tense, immobile. And hard. Very hard.  \n  \n---  \n  \nThat night, nothing. Hawk came home, watched TV and let me sit on the couch with him, made dinner (I  \ngot some dal and curried carrots), then went to sleep. The next night, nothing. I was starting to  \nwonder if he was just lonely and eccentric, and couldn't just ask someone nicely if they wanted to  \ncome hang out. He didn't seem capable of saying anything nice; the kindest things were just curt  \nexclamations, or he'd look away from you when handing you something.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was Friday night when he came home from work and went into his bedroom right away. After about  \ntwo hours, I crept up and peeked through the crack, but I couldn't see anything. I went back past my  \nroom, headed for the basement, when he opened the door and yelled. \"HORSE! Get over here.\"  \n  \nI stopped and turned, to see his muzzle and a gloved hand peek out the door. He beckoned and then  \ndisappeared back inside. I padded over and stuck my face in the door; he was sitting on a big  \nleather armchair, the old-school kind that that was all wood and overstuffed padding. He was clad...  \nit was ridiculous, kind of. Kneecap-high riding boots with those straight spurs that horse-jumping  \nguys wear, leather riding pants with this, this snap-on pouch thing covering his dick, a leather  \nvest, a leather tuxedo coat, leather riding gloves. He had a glass of scotch in one hand and a big,  \nfat cigar stuck in the side of his muzzle, and this Hugh Hefner \"I own the place\" look.  \n  \n\"Take off your clothes and come here. Kneel.\" I slipped out of my jeans, then came over and knelt.  \nMy cock drooped down, and he looked at it, then pushed a boot out. I stiffened as the toe slid under  \nthe black head and nudged it. \"Take care of my boots, horse.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I stared down at the black leather. It looked fine to me, maybe like it'd been in the closet for a  \nwhile, but not like he'd been walking in shit or anything. He started to lean forward, and I ducked  \nmy head down, ears hot. I was maybe halfway towards a boot when he gave the heel a clop to the  \nfloor. \"I said take care of my boots. You see this?\" He pointed over to a matching ottoman with a  \nbox on top. \"For real.\"  \n  \nI scooted over to the box and opened it. A big soft-bristle brush, a smaller brush, a big stained  \nrag, a few little cans of... boot polish. \"Uhh. Like you want me to shine them?\"  \n  \nHe didn't answer. Luckily, my parents made me go to church as a kid, and I had to wear nice shoes.  \nMy cowboy boots, I never polished them. Sometimes I'd buff them with a pair of undies or put some of  \nthat smelly mink jizz on them but they mostly just looked like I wore them. Polishing shoes is a  \npain in the ass. Polishing boots... this was the real thing, it took an hour straight. He even made  \nme dye the sole edges. When I was done, he sat there, puffing at the fat cigar and nursing that  \nscotch. It was a whole full lowball when he started, and by the end, he was a little bleary-eyed and  \nleering at me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Don't touch my boots any more,\" he said, muzzle tilting down, eyes locking on me. The look brought  \nup the flight instinct; that wasn't a human look, it was an animal. I snorted and reared back on my  \nknees. He was gonna attack me, I knew it. He was gonna rape me again. \"Take it out.\" I started to  \nopen my mouth. \"Shut up. I didn't say talk, I said take it out.\"  \n  \nI reached forward and put a hand over that bulging pouch, then looked him in the eye. \"Yeah, that's  \nit, take it out,\" he said, patronizing, mumbling around the cigar. I started pulling the snaps off,  \nand as soon as I had the pouch open a little... the stench of sex. God damn, he had to have jacked  \noff earlier. It made me sniff and snort, but it was... good. It was bad good, it was embarrassing  \nbut it made me flush and start getting hard. He wasn't very hard, and his cock had this... this  \nthing around the base of it. Like a little harness, a strap around the whole package, then another  \none around the balls. It started swelling up, head filling out the foreskin until it peeked from the  \nend, but the whole thing still drooped down. I reached out for it, and he grabbed my hand in that  \nhard, gloved grip.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Don't touch \\_anything\\_,\" he growled, then sat back with a slow creak of leather. \"Hands behind your  \nback.\"  \n  \nI did as he asked, hands behind my back, then leaned forward. I started to kiss the head, just  \nletting my lips tug and squeeze at it. He let out a little hff sound, and I felt the black meat  \ntwitch. Now this... this I could get into. I love dick, and he had a nice dick. And I have lips,  \nwhich means everyone with a dick loves my mouth. The only reason that humans don't take over the  \nhybrid dick-sucking business is because horses have big cocks themselves and people are fickle. His  \ndick smelled like sex and it tasted like salty sweat and come, but I just kept kissing and slurping.  \nMy tongue squirmed around the head, worked that loose flesh, then I let my teeth carefully tug on  \nthe skin until it slid out and rolled back. He let out a deeper groan and grabbed at the edge of the  \nchair arm hard enough to creak it. That big droop was straighter now, and the shaft trembled with  \nhis heartbeat.  \n  \nWhen I slid my mouth on again, he grabbed at my mane. That just made me twist my head, bob down the  \nlength, then suck and pull back. My cheeks caved in until a wet slurp of air broke the suction, and  \ndown I went again. He grabbed more, then started directing me. Twist here, work the head there, I  \nfelt like my mouth was just a sex toy for his dick and the rest of me was just the pair of balls on  \na dildo, something to hold onto. I really wanted to kiss and suck at the head, pull on the skin with  \nmy lips, but he kept forcing me further down. \"Keep it in your mouth,\" he snarled, body shifting in  \nthe chair, boot swinging out to grab me around the back. My hands, having nothing better to do,  \ntouched at the freshly polished shaft. That got me harder. I'd never really \\*felt\\* a boot like that;  \nmy boots were just flashy, they just seemed right. His felt like sex.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I expected him to make me jackhammer his dick, but he didn't. He just suddenly snarled and clutched  \nat the back of my head, lips curled, drooling as he unloaded in my mouth. There was so much of it,  \nhe was like a horse, real hard squirts. He wouldn't let me pull off, and kept trying to ram my  \nthroat. \"Swallow. Swallow! I don't want to see anything on your lips, anything on your tongue,  \nanything running down my fucking \\_balls\\_.\" I gulped hard, and it was gone down the hatch. He let me  \ngo, and I watched his dick throb itself back to drooping. His hand curled against the edge of the  \nchair arm again.  \n  \n\"Thank you,\" I said.  \n  \n\"Thank me the right way,\" he sneered, whiskey-holding hand plucking his cigar out as well. The other  \none uncurled fingers and drummed them on the edge of the chair. He did it again, and again, until I  \nstared at his fingers. \"Yes...\" he said, and I leaned down, nuzzled my lips against the warm glove  \nleather, and licked at his knuckles. I gave each one a kiss, then looked up. \"Good. You're a horse,  \nso go over by the mirror and jack off. Bet you want to watch yourself.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I \\_didn't\\_ really want to watch myself, and I didn't want to do it in front of him, but he was  \nendlessly mad and I didn't want a mad wolf. I padded up to the mirror and started to touch and  \nstroke. I didn't have the foreskin he did, but it was all loose enough I could get a good pull  \nwithout having to slick my hand up first. I fingered through my mohawk and mane, rubbed at my  \nshoulder, my chest, my balls. Soon, I wet wet enough that I could hear myself jacking, and my ears  \ncanted back, muzzle lips open. I have to say, it's a nice view... I'm kind of big, it's almost  \nfourteen inches long, and the head is mostly human but has a \\_nice\\_ flare to it. I looked in the  \nmirror at the black wolf, who watched me with his loose cock dangling, then cupped it with his  \ncodpiece pouch, then stood up and went to the closet. I went back to what I was doing, and started  \nthinking of something that would get me off. The first thing that came to mind? The look on his face  \nas his cock dumped on my chest. Oh, shit. I flushed and stopped moving my hand.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He came up behind me and grabbed my free wrist, gloved fingers wrapping and holding hard, shoving my  \narm up my back, elbow bent. He had something in his other ha-WHACK!  \n  \nI don't usually make horsey sounds, but I whinnied and almost jumped off my feet when that Thing hit  \nmy ass. I immediately snapped my head around; he had a riding crop in his hand, and the stalk had a  \nsix-inch leather strap tail on it. \"Owww! Fuck!\" I wasn't really expecting a crop to hurt. Make a  \nloud noise, yes.  \n  \n\"Keep stroking,\" he growled, and delivered another crack, this one right across the middle of both  \ncheeks. I jolted again, snorting, and quickly started pumping. He kept hitting me! Again and again,  \nand soon I was jerking before he even laid it across my ass, which got a snicker out of the tall,  \nblack wolf. It was so fucking embarrassing, getting a spanking like I was some misbehaving kid, and  \njerking myself off, and I kept getting harder and harder, and then I paused because it was hurting  \nso much back there, and I came! It shot out so hard that it splattered the mirror first, floor  \nsecond, even though I was at least six feet away.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hrr, get down and clean up that fucking mess!\" he snarled, and before I was even done, he threw me  \ndown. Threw me, I actually fell and hit the floor, chest smacked into my own spunk, face whacking  \nthe hard wood and grinding semen into the fur. I... I licked it up, I was still coming a little, it  \nstill burned in there, my ass hurt, and I just had to, I had to make him happy. I licked the mess  \noff the mirror, off the wood floor, I rolled over and scooted my back against it. He stood over me,  \nmean look on his face. \"Go to bed.\"  \n  \n---  \n  \nIt wasn't really that bad, living at the wolf's house. At least at first. The actual living, fine.  \nBetter than a stinky motel or my fighting parents. Hawk worked during the week, and seemed to have a  \nbusy life on the weekends. When he was home, he was random enough to be exciting. Like it or not, he  \nwas never predictable. The inscrutable lupine enigma or some bullshit like that.  \n  \nOn the other hand, by the end of two weeks, reality sunk in. I was captive. I couldn't leave, I  \ncouldn't communicate with the outside world, all I could do was watch TV and movies and play video  \ngames and sleep and eat and do whatever Hawk asked. Sometimes he'd make a big production out of a  \nblowjob or handjob, sometimes he'd make me do it while he was watching TV. Sometimes he had me do  \nthings around the house like clean, other times he did it himself and had me sit around like  \nroyalty. He only fucked me once more in those two weeks, and it was just to tease me before he came.  \nThat time, it was all over the small of my back, and I watched with my head craned over my shoulder,  \nnickering because he had a vibrating egg strapped onto my dickhead and it was making me faint. It  \nsounds complicated, but he just rushed me and made me strip and put that thing on and pounded me,  \nthen pulled out and came on me, and that was it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The second saturday after I got there, after he picked me up, he made me clean up the house.  \n\"Company's coming over,\" he said, as he worked out in the basement. \"It's a surprise.\"  \n  \n\"But-\"  \n  \n\"Don't argue. I told you to clean up the house.\"  \n  \nIt wasn't really hard to clean up the house, since it didn't seem to get dirty. If I left a filthy  \nplate on the counter, it looked so out of place that I just had to stuff it into the washer. There  \nwasn't anything to \\_do\\_. Someone came over early, and it was this monstrous bengal tiger in a cop  \nuniform. A real cop uniform, although he was a motorcycle cop so maybe it was a put-on. He was just  \nabout the mellowest person I ever met, and seemed happy to sit around in the living room, watching  \nthe game. The guy's name was Thor. I assumed that was his name the way Hawk was the wolf's name, as  \nin, it wasn't.  \n  \nI asked Hawk if I should do anything, and he said no. \"No one gets to touch you, do anything to you.  \nDon't touch anyone, either.\"  \n  \nOoookay, so I wasn't even going to be a little party favor. Fine with me, I'll just sit around and  \nlook pretty. My fur'd be ugly if the rest of me wasn't nicely made. I like to think all the  \nstripes-into-splotches look really nice, kind of ragged, like a mohawk or tousled hair or some shit.  \nMore and more people filed in: a lanky fox-like thing, fire red with enormous ears and long-ass glam  \nrocker legs, dressed like he walked off the set of one of those pirate movies; a brown horse in a  \nmarines dress uniform who looked like he was incapable of smiling; a cougar who looked like he  \ndidn't want to be there, wearing an expensive alligator coat and dress gloves - maybe he was the  \nmafia one, not the wolf?; a german shepherd in an army coat, battered fatigues and combat boots. I  \ndidn't really pick up on everyone's names, because I didn't get to hang around them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Maybe an hour into the drinking and hors-d'oeurvesing, I started wondering if \\_I\\_ was the surprise.  \nHawk had me clean up the workout area in the basement, and I mean really clean it, like with that  \ngreen spray shit that smells like antiseptic and limes. That took a while, because he kept coming  \ndown and telling me to do it again. Finally, I just gave up and came up stairs. He must've heard me  \ncoming and snagged me before I could get into the hallway, then lurched me into the living room.  \nEveryone was sitting around in a circle, and there were a few boxes on a big ottoman in the middle.  \nI really didn't pay attention to the boxes, because the crowd was a lot more to look at. All but the  \nsiberian tiger gave me cold water down my spine when I caught their eyes.  \n  \n\"Why don't you go open those up, huh?\" Hawk growled, and gave me a shove into the middle of the room  \ntowards that pile. The wolf was in his fancy-ass dapper leather freak outfit. He needed a cane, with  \na wolf's head on the top of it or something. I stepped over, palmed over my mane, and looked at the  \nboxes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Is horse stupid?\" The cougar said, clipped by some kind of old country accent.  \n  \n\"Shaddup,\" Hawk snorted. \"You'd forget what day it was if you had to live in some weirdo's house.\"  \n  \nWhat day it was. Oh. \\_OH.\\_ That brought a huge smile to my face. I tore into the boxes. Oh god,  \nleather! Leather leather leather leather leather leather! Leather driving gloves, leather gauntlet  \nriding gloves, leather vest, leather tee-shirt, leather studded belt, fitted leather pants - with an  \nall-round zip and button fly, leather chaps that looked as tight as the pants, and a leather jacket.  \nA nice jacket, it was kind of old-looking, studs on the collar, a few chains added with rivets  \naround the nect under the collar... and the back, the back was customized with those little pyramid  \nstuds. It said, \"ZALE\".  \n  \n\"Wha, wha, what the hell? What the hell is all this?\" I had it laid out on the floor. \"What the hell  \nis this! What'd I do, I didn't do nothin'!\"  \n  \n\"It's your birthday, dumbass,\" the wolf sneered, lingering in the archway for the living room. Shit,  \nhow the hell could I forget that? I thought hard for a second, and came to the conclusion that it  \nreally had to be. The other four murmurred amongst each other. Hawk was about to say something  \nelse, when the cougar piped up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Why don't you put this on for us? It is like mother asking you to wear the sweater she makes for  \nyou.\" The other four looked like they were eating up the idea, but the cougar just sat there,  \nuncomfortable between the horse and dog, gloved hands folded in his lap. Hawk shot him a stare like  \nthe wolf's sails just fell down.  \n  \nI didn't get to answer. Hawk grabbed my arm, then let up. \"Go on, pick up that stuff and come  \nchange. Gonna show my friends your presents right.\" I barely had time to scoop everything up before  \nhe snatched my arm again and dragged me off. The gear was heavy, real heavy. I'd never felt anything  \nlike it. He stuffed me into his bedroom and I laid everything out, then looked at it.  \n  \n\"Do I.. do I put it all on? I mean, I dunno...\" It just sat there, staring back at me, glistening a  \nlittle, all smooth and black. I was so excited that I stamped the floor a little with my bare feet.  \nHawk went around to the other side of the bed and brought my cowboy boots out; I guess he'd hid them  \nthere for just this occasion. I'd wondered where they'd gone off to.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well, I think you oughta make yourself look nice. You can put it on all you want on your own time,  \nyou need to look good. It's your birthday, you need to appreciate your gifts.\" Hawk set my boots  \ndown with a clunk. \"Pants, boots, jacket, and the driving gloves.\"  \n  \nThat was settled. Pulling everything on was an unexpected thrill. The pants fit like a pair of  \ngloves. Tight, sleek gloves. \"Uh, uh, where did you get the measurements?\"  \n  \n\"I borrowed your pants while you were napping. Those jeans were custom-made, I could tell. Looked at  \nyour shirts, your boots and gloves.\" Hawk stood there, watching me, riding gloves holding his blazer  \nlapels.  \n  \nThe pants didn't just snug tight, but they showed off. My ass felt like it was a tight double-bubble  \nwaiting to get popped, and that zipper... I could feel the stiffness from it all the time, like it  \nwas taunting me, reminding me that I was a pull away from something penetrating my asshole. The  \ncalves of the pants were zip-tight, forcing me to pull on my boots over them. I felt so hair metal;  \nso my boots are these black leather things with a flashy metal cap on the toe, and studs on the  \nshafts. Worn outside the boots, I just needed a guitar and I could be some bratty guy from the  \n'80's. The jacket was so nice, too, heavy and almost too small, and anytime I even thought about  \nmoving it made a creak. The driving gloves were like mine, except instead of being 20 dollar ones  \nfrom some shitty Pakistani import shop, they were smooth and glossy Italian leather.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I couldn't get a look in the mirror once I was fully done; I turned around to peek and Hawk grabbed  \nme before I got a good look. He had me marching down the hall again, then pushed me from behind into  \nthe living room. If this was my birthday party, why was there a big white dropcloth up on a wall,  \nand two big umbrella things with... lights? And why did that cougar have a big-ass camera in his  \nnow-ungloved hands? And why did that horse guy have \\*another\\* camera, a video one, which he was  \nadjusting? I looked back at Hawk, who provided me with a mean glare.  \n  \nWhen I looked back, the tiger, fox thing, and dog were all staring at me, leering at me, palming  \nthemselves without ever dropping eyes. I shuddered. I'm always scared, and always excited. A crowd  \nlooking at me makes me feel so dirty inside, and it makes me get up a little. Being on stage in a  \nband was always a cock-hardening thrill. I put on a little booted strut and passed through the  \ndrink-holding crowd, right into the little photo-shoot spot. \"Oh, a photo shoot? I'm a model no-\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; POP! I was right in the middle of talking when the cat took a picture. I startled and backpedaled  \nslightly. Pop! Another one. What kind of photographer doesn't wait for a good pose? \"Why don't you  \ncome and use him for me?\" The cougar said, head craned over towards the black wolf. Hawk just  \ngruffed. \"I tell you, Hawk, come here or I take pictures of you as-\" The cougar didn't even need to  \nfinish his threat; Hawk just stormed my way.  \n  \nI thought the wolf was going to just crash into me, and backed up, bumping into the backdrop as the  \nwolf loomed up. Pop! Pop! Hawk grabbed me and I could swear he was going to try to rip my head off  \nor bash his forehead into mine or knee me in the balls, or do all kinds of terrible violent things.  \nGloved hands grabbed the jacket lapels, he snarled, lips curled, nose pointed. I'm sure I had a  \nhorrified look on my face. In fact, I know for a fact... more on that later. Anyway, the wolf  \ngrabbed me and the cat snapped picture after picture. Gloved hands let go of me and touched my face,  \nmy jaws. Hawk's muzzle came up on mine, black tongue out, and he started kissing me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, kiss the whore pony, you do not kiss whores, it is wrong,\" the cougar growled from behind his  \ncamera. \"You are wrong. Make him feel wrong.\"  \n  \nIt felt wrong in the best way, that tongue forcing its way into my mouth, slobbering on my black  \nlips, penetrating and squirming against mine. I ended up grabbing the wolf's leathers, gloved hands  \nfeeling over them, body tilted back, hips grinding against his thigh. When he pulled back, I felt  \nthe air rush out of me and my eyes drifted over to the camera, then down a little. The wolf grabbed  \nme and stood behind me, like he was showing me off, or making me look in a mirror. He groped and  \nfelt around my leathers, palmed over my increasingly tense bulge, and he had a snarling grin on his  \nface that made me feel like food. Pop, pop, pop, pop.  \n  \n\"Maybe we have fun with him. Alzarre, go up and play with the nice horse,\" the cougar said.  \n  \n\"Hey, I said he doesn't get to touch anyone,\" Hawk groused. The cougar just hissed, and growled with  \nan alarmingly high-pitched descending rrrrwrl. \"Fine. Just don't put anything in his ass.\" Hawk  \ndisengaged from me and went to stand over by the seated tiger. He was replaced by the fox-thing.  \nAlzarre seemed to be just on the edge of falling flat on his face. He moved like a drunk who had  \nlearned how to stay upright by falling in the direction he wanted to walk. He had a cool outfit,  \nthese over-knee black leather swashbuckler boots, sailor-front red leather riding pants, a big  \nruffled white shirt with a blood-red leather vest over it, and gleaming black gloves. He was the  \nweirdest-looking fox I'd ever seen, he had to be well over six and a half feet tall (taller than  \nHawk) and had this big ruff around his neck. Alzarre came up to me and grabbed me, then pushed down.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"That wolf,\" he said, and pointed a gloved hand towards Hawk, \"Has told me that you have a nice  \nmouth. I expect so, you're a horse. I think a nice mouth will make for some nice pictures.\" Oh god,  \nwhen he opened his mouth, it was like every movie villain ever all at once. Syrupy, patronizing,  \nslight British accent that covered up another accent. I almost laughed as I crouched down onto one  \nknee.  \n  \n\"Do not get out of the picture,\" the cougar hissed, and Alzarre dragged me forwards a couple of  \nfeet. As soon as I stopped moving, he started opening up his leather pants. This big flap unbuttoned  \nand hung down, and his dick flopped out. It wasn't black, instead a kind of deep tan with a  \npronounced glans. And shit, was it long. It had to be a solid foot. It was so long, the entire  \nlength drooped past the halfway point. I didn't waste any time, kissing and suckling at the head  \njust like Hawk had been making me do before. Alzarre had his hands all over my face, pushing my head  \noff, pulling it forward, stroking his gloved fingers all over. I looked up now and then, to see him  \nturn towards the camera and mug. The cat kept snapping pictures, and the flashes grew less and less  \nannoying until I was expecting them every few seconds. When I could see past Alzarre, Hawk was  \nthere in the relative darkness, staring at me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; All of a sudden, Alzarre was trying to stuff it in my throat. I'd never really had anyone back  \nthere, and thought I was going to throw up. I heaved and gagged and started slobbering down my face  \nand neck, and the cougar came up close with the camera. I quickly learned that if I either swallowed  \nconstantly, or tried to relax with as much zen as I could muster, it wasn't so bad. The fox-thing  \nwas really, really intent on me deep-throating. Every time I pulled off, he just stuffed it back in  \nafter I had a gasp of air. When he pulled back, cock dripping spit, I realized that I was about to  \ncome in my pants. I panted, palmed my mohawk. \"God, you're so big for a fox,\" I said.  \n  \nThat was a terrible mistake. Alzarre got a look on his face like I'd just said his mother was a  \ntarty harlot. Tarty harlot because that's the kind of thing someone would say to his mom, not \"Your  \nmom's a fat cunt.\" Definitely the received type. \"Did you just call me a fox?\" I could see Hawk  \nrolling his eyes in the background when Alzarre complained.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Uh, well, I mean,\" I said, licking spit off my lips. \"You're a fox.\"  \n  \n\"I am absolutely, certainly, definitely not a 'fox',\" he said, leaning back almost far enough to  \nlose his balance. \"I, am a maned wolf, a rare type of thing you might find in South America, perhaps  \nArgentina. I am not a fox, I do not act like a fox, I do not smell like a fox, and I do not  \nappreciate being called a fox.\"  \n  \nI shrugged. \"Sorry.\" Then he grabbed my jaw, pinching my mouth open. In went his cock, and he  \nstarted fucking my mouth again. All of a sudden, wet. He was coming, and I gulped it down. Hot,  \nsalty, and.. disgusting, bitter. I gulped again, then gagged. I sniffed a little, and yanked off.  \nSpray hit my nose, lips, chin, and dribbled down the bare fur of my chest. Glad I didn't wear that  \nleather shirt or do up the jacket, because \\_HE FUCKING PISSED IN MY MOUTH\\_. Pop pop pop went the  \ncat's goddamn camera flashes, capturing me getting a mouthful of piss. All the sudden arousal from  \nhaving my throat \\_penetrated\\_ disappeared into an attempt to keep from barfing. You don't want to  \nsee a horse barf. Horses aren't supposed to barf.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hawk did nothing except stare and grin. Alzarre grabbed my face again and I grabbed for his hand,  \ntrying to force it away. The german shepherd got up off the sofa and clopped over my way. After a  \nchiding from the cougar to stay out of the way of the shot, the GSD just stood there. \"So are you  \ngonna to come in his mouth, pretty boy?\"  \n  \n\"Absolutely not, after being insulted like that?\" Alzarre let go of my face and crossed his arms.  \n  \nThe dog looked down at me like I was a housepet. \"Well, looks like he ain't fond of piss in his  \nmouth. How 'bout we wash that out.\" He snatched me, doing the same damn vet-pinch as Alzarre, then  \nleaned down. He hocked and spit in my mouth, again and again, until I wrenched away. My face felt  \ncold and slick, my ears were so hot I thought they would light on fire, and I was close to coming  \nagain. Why? I couldn't tell why, I was just so turned on.  \n  \n\"He looks like he is in heaven, and hell, at same time,\" the cougar said. Mind you, this entire  \nfucking time that horse guy was videotaping me, but unlike the cougar, he did it without being  \nnoticable.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The dog ground my face against his fatigues, and jesus christ, he.. he.. I don't think he washed  \nthem. They were stained with come and precum, and stank like dog crotch and wet fur and buckets of  \nstale chlorine. Soon, he had his sheath against my face, and then his bare dick. \"Suck my \\_balls\\_,  \npony boy,\" he ordered, and I drew them in. He almost kicked me in the nuts as I did it, and he  \nstarted jerking and playing with his cock. I looked over towards Hawk. He was whispering something  \nin the tiger's ear, then came up and did the same to the dog. The GSD suddenly left me alone,  \nstanding up and to the side. Alzarre wandered back to his seat and downed whatever drink he had,  \nthen played with himself as he watched.  \n  \nWithin seconds, I had a german shepherd on one side of me and a gigantic hulk of a tiger on the  \nother. I tried to stand up, but two big hands shoved me back down to my knees, leaned me back  \nagainst the backdrop. I tried pushing my head towards either cock, but a big hand pushed me back.  \nThe two just stood there and jerked off, the tiger grunting, dog just pounding his cock through his  \nfist. The cat looked ready to pop, but he kept himself timed to the dog. I looked between the two,  \nthen over at the cougar and horse, both of them poised with lenses towards me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The dog suddenly switched from shaft to knot, and come just erupted out of that weird scalloped tip  \ndoggies have. The first shot splattered me in the chin, and the rest started pumping onto my bare  \nchest. Oh god. I stared at it, all the gouts of white flinging out, the way it started sliding  \nslowly down my fur, gathering in that trough between the pecs. The dog seemed uninterested as soon  \nas he was finished, and just turned around, stalking back to a couch. He struck up a conversation  \nwith the still-jerking Alzarre thing.  \n  \nThe tiger seemed like he was having trouble, gloved fist pumping his cock hard enough to smack the  \nballs back and forth, face contorted into an animal look of strain. Then I saw some white start to  \ndribble out of the fat mushroom head as his skin slapped back and forth over it. He finally let out  \na thunderous growling roar and spunk pumped out. It didn't spray like the dog's, but spurted in  \nsticky jets that barely made it to my chest. He had to kick forward a little so it could dump onto  \nmy pecs, leaving strands almost touching the black leather. I almost came again. I stayed absolutely  \nstill so my cock wouldn't move around in those tight leather pants. My heart pounded as I knelt  \nthere with come all over my chest, and I could feel it in the fur.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"How do you feel when you are a mess like that?\" The cougar asked, as if he was trying to be loud  \nenough to be heard.  \n  \nI stared back at the cameras. I lifted a hand, slid the glove leather through the cooling mess on my  \nchest. It was so gross... I tried to spread it into the fur so it at least wouldn't be so slimy and  \n\\_obvious\\_. \"I... I really want to come, I feel like a slut and a toy and when y-you two came on me,  \nI almost came in the pants.\"  \n  \nEveryone just sneered at me.  \n  \n---  \n  \nWhat happened at the rest of the party? Everyone talked about me, looked at me, that maned wolf guy  \nblew a load that I swear almost hit the ceiling, everyone crowded around Bruce's camcorder to  \nwatch... Hawk wouldn't let me. He said I'd get my turn. Then, they all decided to take off to go  \nsomewhere else, some prior engagement in town, chauffeured by the stoic Bruce. The only one left was  \nKyle, who seemed like he was going to sit around in the living room and drink, watching some porn  \nthat the wolf had. I didn't get to see what it was, since Hawk dragged me down into the basement. He  \nloved forcing me around the house, I mean I would have done whatever he told me, he didn't have to  \nsnatch my arm and haul me around like a little kid. He took me over to the little gym area and threw  \nme onto one of the weight benches, basically punching me in the shoulder to face forward. I  \nflattened against the bench, gloved hands holding on to the cold metal legs.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm not too drunk to fuck this time,\" he growled, and heaved his dick out of his pants. He was hard  \nas a rock, no cock and ball harness necessary. He let go of the shaft and slapped my leather-clad  \nass, then unzipped that back zip. The wolf then loomed over me, and stuffed his slimy dickhead right  \nin. It hurt, even though he made a ton of precum. It hurt, that awful burn and cramp, and I huffed  \nand struggled against the bench, leather squeaking. But then I imagined all the cold, congealing  \njizz on my chest getting ground against the bench, and I loosened, groaned, brayed out as he sunk  \nin. \"I'm not too drunk, and I'm going to come in your ass, horse.\"  \n  \nHis gloved hand seized the collar of my jacket, and he pumped in, then sat himself on the end of the  \nbench. The other hand reached around and smeared around on my chest, then came up to my face. I got  \nto smell two different flavors of jizz, before he smashed the glove leather against my lips. I  \nmouthed and sucked at the digits, face burning up, tongue squirming around his fingers. Leather in  \nmy mouth, come in my mouth, I felt like such a piece of meat, and I squirmed and squirmed as his  \nbody rocked in. His hand left my face, grabbed the other shoulder, and he started to fuck. He was  \nmean about it, hard jabs, sometimes pulling the head out to stuff it back inside, sometimes clapping  \nleather to leather. Violent, always growling, sneering down at me, spit hanging off his black lips.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I just clutched on to the legs of that bench as he railed me, body shifting involuntary as he filled  \nme up again and again, dizzy from the stirring penetration. I turned to look over my shoulder, and  \nthere was the dog.  \n  \n\"You oughta stuff his mouth up with something. He's gonna bray out good when he goes off. And he's  \ngonna go off. Look at that face, yep.\" The dog crossed his arms, knotted dick hanging out of his  \npants. Hawk stopped thrusting.  \n  \n\"Oh yeah?\" The wolf said, head twisting over his leather-clad shoulder. I could feel his cock twitch  \ninside me.  \n  \n\"Maybe a sock. Yeah, some of those heavy boot socks. Take a piss in 'em, then ball 'em up and stuff  \nhis mouth. Gonna make him gag and retch an' squeeze that horsey shit-hole up.\" The dog's dick  \ntwitched upwards, and a pump of precum came out.  \n  \n\"Kyle-\"  \n  \n\"Or lemme get over there, sit down, and pull his head down into my lap. See if I can stuff his  \nthroat, he was gonna come when that freak foxy buddy of yours was pumping in there.\"  \n  \n\"Kyle-\"  \n  \n\"Yeah, I'm gonna do that,\" the GSD said, and started over towards the bench. He was maybe three feet  \naway when Hawk unplugged from my ass and drove a black fist into the dog's face. It hit hard, sharp  \nclap from leather on lips, and the dog barked and went down like a rock. He splayed onto his back on  \nthe workout mat, gurgling and coughing, big hands clutched up at his face. \"Sonofabiuhh,\" he  \nmumbled.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"That fucking puma went home, Kyle. I'm calling the shots, and I'm gonna shoot in my horse, and  \nyou're gonna leave me the fuck alone,\" Hawk snorted, then went back in. He started fucking again,  \nhard, hard enough his balls smacked around. All of a sudden, he tensed up and grabbed at my leathers  \nhard, and I could feel his cock pulse inside. \"RRURUNNH! There it is, horse, there's my fucking  \ncome. No more, unh, no more fucking disputes over you.\"  \n  \nWhen he pulled out, I felt it run down out of my asshole, over my balls, and into the leather pants.  \nI felt like I had a giant empty space inside. Hawk sat on the bench for a few moments, then wiped  \nhis dickhead off and slapped me with the mess. He went over to Kyle, grabbed him under the arms, and  \ndragged him off upstairs.  \n  \nI didn't know what to do, and Hawk was taking so long, that I finally took my cock out and worked it  \noff. I squirted all over the leather-padded seat on that bench, then leaned down, sniffed at it, and  \nslurped the mess up. When I was done, Hawk would never know that I'd blown off down there.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ----  \n  \nIt really had been my birthday. I was starting to lose track of what day it was. I knew what day of  \nthe week it was based on when Hawk worked, but I somehow never really paid attention to the date  \neven when it was plastered all over the television news. I spent my time conflicted. Sometimes, I  \nwould do something fun, like play around in all that leather the wolf bought me. My favorite  \ncombination so far was the jacket, leather vest, pants, boots, and the long-cuff riding gauntlets. I  \nloved how the leather cuff slapped at the jacket arm when I jerked off, and how all that gear  \ncreaked against itself if I ground into the bed. I didn't seem to get tired of looking in the mirror  \nat myself, either. I'd always wanted a flashy outfit, but actually having it, actually sliding into  \nthe heavy, rich-smelling leather, then showing off... it was a complete turn-on. Aside from the sex,  \nthe wolf had given me a guitar. Apparently it was from a friend, but along with it and an amp and an  \nold digital eight-track recorder, I was starting to whip up some killer tunes while the wolf did  \nwhatever he did for a job.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; On the other hand, he started locking the dungeon room so I couldn't get in there and play. He had  \nsome awesome jackoff toys, and when I asked if I could at least take them out, he just gave me a  \ndagger look and walked away. Not to mention that any time I stopped sleeping, eating, or occupying  \nmyself, I started getting the nagging feeling that my life really didn't exist. I was just a toy for  \nhim to play with - only sometimes - otherwise to be ignored like any other object. I started trying  \nto take care of Hawk a little, and we got to a point where he'd come home and I would tell just from  \nthe strength of his glare whether he wanted to sit with cigar in mouth and dick in \\_my\\_mouth, or  \nwhether he wanted to watch television alone while I made him dinner. My parents would have killed  \nme if they caught me cooking \\_meat\\_ for a \\_wolf\\_.  \n  \nJust when the routine had settled in fully, I woke up on a saturday - This had to be months later -  \nand found Hawk stomping around in an outfit I hadn't seen. It wasn't really fetish wear, but it  \nwasn't \\_not\\_ fetish. Knee-high treaded boots that looked like they were made of saddle leather,  \npadded-knee fitted motorcycle pants, a severely heavy-duty leather jacket with quilt-padded arms,  \nthese strange 'tight' gauntlet gloves that came up partway to his elbows. \"Where'd you get all  \nthat?\" I asked, looking up from my breakfast of leftovers. Hawk stopped and stared at me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm going out for a ride.\"  \n  \nI vaguely recalled seeing a motorcycle in his garage the first time he brought me over. \"Oh.\" That  \nwas the extent of the conversation. He left, and soon the deafening chopper rumble picked up in the  \ngarage, then pulled outside and roared up the drive. After I finished my food, I decided I was going  \nto surprise him. I was going to put on all my gear and wait for him to come home. I'd been on a  \nfriend's bike once, and the powerful vibrations made me really wound up down there, and if anyone  \ncould get wound up, it was Hawk. I blushed as I pulled on my leathers, opting for the chaps and no  \npants underneath, thinking about what he'd do to me if he liked it. Or what he'd do to me if he  \ndidn't. I pictured him ignoring me, then coming in at night, and... I started feeling sick and  \nhelpless, and turned on, as I thought about that first night when he raped me. I ended up in bed,  \nlying there fully geared up, ears waiting for that big rumble to come back.  \n  \nSomehow I fell asleep and missed it, only waking when I heard the garage door rattle. I scrambled  \nout of bed and sole-walked out into the hallway, then hid behind the living room archway. A second  \nor two later, the garage entry opened and I heard boot clomps, then the creak of leather. Then a  \ndeep, Vader-esque huffing. What? I stepped out into the hallway to look. Hawk was in the same riding  \ngear, but his head was buried inside of a helmet. It wasn't just a regular helmet with the long  \nmuzzle-point for a wolf. It was shaped like a wolf head, black and angular, eye holes made of these  \ndark mirrored trapezoids. It was the full enclosure kind of helmet, like for a dirt bike or sport  \nbike. It made his breathing turn into a heavy whuff, and I couldn't tell if he saw me or not. He  \nstopped walking and stared. Then he started again, stomping down the hallway. I couldn't move. I was  \nterrified, he looked like some kind of anonymous biker villain from a movie.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He grabbed me by the neck. His gloved hand lifted up and grabbed, and mine swung up and clutched at  \nit. He wasn't strangling, just holding, breathing in that helmet and I guess he was staring at me.  \nThen he just started walking again, dragging me backwards. He kept going until he got to the dungeon  \nroom door, thumped me against it, and keyed it open. Inside we went. Suddenly it was hard to look at  \nhim, because the room was decorated with giant photo prints. Of me. Of me and him making out, of me  \ngiving the camera a sultry and shamed look, of me taking Alzarre's dick, of me with piss spilling  \nout of my mouth, me with a huge glob of dog spit midway between that dog Kyle's mouth and mine, me  \nwith arcs of dog-come painted on my front and one midair, me smearing a blackgloved hand through the  \ncummy mess on my chest. The pictures went all the way around the room at eye level.  \n  \n\"I'm going to hurt you,\" Hawk said behind that helmet. He dragged me into the middle of the room,  \nwhere he'd set up that flogging cross. Flogging cross. I just stared, terrified, as he started  \ncuffing me up into it. It wasn't the kind where it's like a big X that you get strapped to. It was  \nthis huge frame and \\_I\\_ made up the X, boots and wrists cuffed hard into these chain cuff things,  \nhands even getting to grip at a pull bar for each. \"You put on that fuck gear and you leave your ass  \nand dick bare, horse, and I take advantage of it.\" He spoke slow and loud so I could hear through  \nthe helmet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I pulled on the arm holds and the leg cuffs. This wasn't playful stuff. I couldn't move. I even  \ntried to pull a foot out of my boot, but the ankle cuff down there was just too snug. \"I, I don't  \nknow, maybe you could just suck me. I mean, I could suck you, or you could fuck me, I like getting  \nfucked. You even c-came in my-\"  \n  \nHawk had gone over to the other side of the room and returned with a flogger. It looked like a very  \nthick belt with a kind of handle. Flat, black leather, glossy and it barely wobbled. It had holes  \ndrilled in it. WHACK! \"OW! Son of a bitch!\"  \n  \n\"Why did you decide to come here?\" WHACK!  \n  \n\"ARHH! I.. what? What?\" He hit me hard enough that it hurt, but not enough that it really, really  \nhurt. WHACK! \"Owwhr, okay, I uh, I dunno! I thought you just were gonna fuck me and let me go!\"  \n  \nThe next hit nailed me on just one rumpcheek, going upwards. He seemed to be backing off. \"Are you  \nan idiot? Are you just a stupid slut? You're leaving here a different person, horse.\" The next hit  \nwas across both cheeks, and it stung violently. I twisted my head around and saw him pulling back  \nagain. I flinched forward hard, but that wasn't enough. CRACK! \"And I'm going to enjoy watching you  \nchange.\" One gloved hand still wielding that flogger, the helmeted wolf hit me again. The sting was  \nnow lasting right into the next hit. Being tied, standing there, the wolf's leathers, that  \nexpressionless helmet, the pictures around the room... each time he hit me I saw less and less of  \neverything, until the entire room was just my body and my ass. I could hear him growling, snorting.  \nI could feel him grabbing my mohawk so I couldn't turn around and watch.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I don't wanna, I don't wanna-AHH! Change I don't wanna change I-AAIEE! Stop, stop, I can't  \ntaaaaAAAKE! I can't take this, I can't take this!\" I panicked, he kept hitting harder and harder,  \neach whack landing in a slightly different place so that each had fresh impact, fresh pain. It was  \nso abrupt and so overwhelming that I felt my face burn up, and then tears welled out of my eyes,  \nstreamed down my snout, dripped off onto my fucking \\_cock\\_. It wasn't just sobbing; I bawled. I'd  \nnever felt so bad in my entire life, chest heaving. I flinched forward, and nothing happened. I sunk  \nmy head and gagged, tried to wipe my muzzle off on my shoulder. The wolf walked around in front of  \nme, and stood there, cock dribbling. It dripped come onto the floor, and his gloved hand was smeared  \nwith it. He wiped it off on my chest, then walked right out of the room.  \n  \nAfter ten minutes, I finally ran out of sobs. I stood there, still cross-shackled, chest suddenly  \nheaving in that awful after-cry spasm. I felt warm, almost giddy, exhausted and excited like I'd  \njust gotten off a rollercoaster. My cock felt tingly, like I was drunk. \"Hawk?\" No answer. Now that  \nI was calming down, I had to pee. \"Hawk, I.. I gotta take a leak.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; If the wolf was in the house, he either didn't hear me or wasn't going to do anything. It was at  \nleast an hour before he returned. He'd shed the strange helmet and jacket, switched the gloves for  \ntight short patrol ones, and was carrying.. a bucket. With a big corrugated-hose funnel in it, and  \nsome kind of leather thing set alongside the funnel. The other hand had that flogger and a \\_fucking  \nbullwhip\\_ in it. He had on a leather vest and a cigar in his mouth. \"I bet you're thirsty,\" he said.  \n  \n\"I... I gotta piss, man. I'm not kidding, it's fucking awful. It hurts. C'mon, lemme down and l-let  \nme go?\"  \n  \nThe wolf took the leather thing out of the bucket and unfurled it. It was... it was a feed bag. Like  \nyou put on a horse. \"You have to piss? That's nice. You also need water or you're gonna get  \ndehydrated.\" He stuffed my snout into the bag, and then strapped it on around my head. It stank of  \nleather. Then he pulled a big squirt bottle out of the bucket and emptied it into the leather bag.  \nThe water came right up to my lips. \"Drink that all, and I'll make it easy for you to piss. Fuck  \naround, and I'll just leave and you can piss on the floor. Here's a hint, horsey, that I don't like  \ncleaning up horse-piss from the floor.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I don't know how!\" I muffled inside the bag, then coughed as I snorted water. I started slurping at  \nthe surface, but that only got me a few gulps. Eventually, I tilted my head back and gulped the rest  \ndown. It tasted like leather, and kind of musky. I guess I'd been a little thirsty, but now I had to  \npiss even more. The wolf just left the bag on my face, forcing me to smell the stink of wet musky  \nleather, and stood over by the wall. His cock was out - he'd switched to chaps - and he idly played  \naround with it as he stared at me. Maybe ten minutes and I was grunting. \"You gotta let me piss. You  \ngotta let me piss.\"  \n  \nThe wolf came away from the wall and plucked the funnel out of the bucket, then held it in front of  \nmy cock. I'm kind of... I'm kind of piss shy. Yeah, that's funny, isn't it? I really couldn't get  \nany out, and my bladder \\_ached\\_. \"What the hell's the matter with you? Am I going to have to get a  \ncatheter?\"  \n  \n\"What? What's that?\" I kept trying to piss, and kept not succeeding. \"Oh shit, no, no no no no no  \nyou're not gonna stick anything in there. No way. No way.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You'd be surprised, horse, just how good it can feel.\"  \n  \n\"NO!\" There we go! A little shock took care of me. Hiss it went into the funnel, and it splattered  \ninto the bucket. My face heated up again, and I looked away. A deep groan replaced that deep ache,  \nand soon I was just squeezing out the last little dribbles. \"See? I don't need, I don't need  \nanything.. stuck in there.\"  \n  \nHawk thankfully took the bucket away instead of doing anything with it involving me. I could hear  \nhim dumping it into the toilet out of sight across the hall. When he returned, he picked up that  \nstrap flogger again. \"I think we'll save the bullwhip for another day. Your ass doesn't look too  \ngood and I don't feel like taking that jacket off. So, I seem to remember something from the other  \nday.\" He came up to me, stroked my chin and took that feedbag off. His other hand teased under my  \ndickhead with the flogger. \"Wait, I gotta do something first.\" He grabbed a big rubber bit gag and  \nstarted ramming it into my mouth. \"This isn't because it's hot. Wanna give you something to bite  \ndown on, like those football players.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The gag had a harness on it, and before I knew what was restricting my tongue, he had me bridled  \nlike... a horse. I immediately drooled, unable to swallow easily with that thing stuffed inside. It  \nhad to be as big around as a beer bottle, but at least I could chew on it and get some give. \"Aahh  \ndunh wannah ooohh iiish,\" I mumbled. \"Leaaeasss? Lees?\" Once I was gagged up, the wolf just kept  \nteasing my dickhead with that flogger. I stared down at it, stared as the smooth black leather slid  \naround my shaft. Up one side, down the other. Up the underside, around the head once, twice, under  \nagain and WHACK! He hit the top of my glans and I screamed. I could feel the strain as my chest  \nheaved upwards and just ran out of room to stretch, arms strained, legs kicking and flailing as I  \nlost my balance but the whipping cross's bindings just didn't let me go. I panicked, fighting and  \nsnorting, braying and lashing my head; I could swear my feet would go out any second and I'd crash  \ndown, but nothing ever happened.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf slowly paced around me. \"I'm not an idiot. You wanted something. You wanted something out  \nof me. You were terrified of me and you stared at me when I walked past you on the street. I know  \nthat kind of fear, and it doesn't make you run away. It makes you do anything you can to make it go  \naway.\" Now you have to imagine this little monologue spoken by some guy with a redneck-tinged Bronx  \ndrawl.  \n  \nThe next whack hit me on the ass, but not where the flogger hit before. There must've been an inch  \nsomewhere that had never been hit, because a fresh sting shot up my spine. \"So I thought I'd play  \naround with you. What do I find out? I hit you on the ass and you come in like twenty fucking  \nseconds.\" Instead of another hit, that flogger came up between my legs and slid along the underside  \nof my balls.  \n  \n\"NNnnnrrrhhhnnanwwwrr! NAAWW!\" I pinched my asscheeks together, wedging thighs close enough that  \nHawk had to yank his arm to get it free.  \n  \n\"Do you think I'm going to hit your balls?\" He said, into my ear. \"Do you think that?\" The flogger  \ncame around my body, up to my face, pushed against my nose. I could smell my own nut-sweat on it. He  \nslapped my nose and I snorted, slobbered on myself. \"If I hit you in the nuts, you're gonna shit all  \nover or throw up. I don't play like that. Maybe if that dog was over here, except I don't let him  \nplay that either. Here, everything has one outcome.\" He grabbed my chin with the other hand and  \nlifted my face up. Right ahead of me on the wall was the picture of me creamed on like someone had  \ntripped carrying a bucket of white glue. He hit me again, while I was busy staring at the picture.  \nThis time it was right behind my dickhead, on the top of the shaft. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but it  \nwas a different kind of hurt than the flared glans. It was more hurt, less... less good.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf disengaged from behind me and stalked around front, and then went at it. He hit my dick  \nhard enough from underneath that the head thumped against my abs. He hit it to the side, then hit it  \nagain when it swung back, then flipped around and beat left and right until I was stamping and  \ntwisting in the ankle cuffs, actual strings of spit flinging off my face. I saw them on the floor  \nlater, big arcs of spittle making a kind of tribal pattern to either side. Hawk looked like some  \nkind of demon, muzzle tilted down, ears straight up, black lips curled up, brow furrowed over his  \nyellow eyes. I could pay attention to this because I was kind of out of my body, the sensation from  \nmy dick was just too much, I had some kind of limit and now I was over it.  \n  \nHe grabbed my face and tilted me up towards the ceiling. That snapped me out of it. Seeing that  \nflogger hit my dick, over and over, was unreal. Without seeing it, I could only feel it. I felt like  \nI was going to scream, like my insides were knotting up, like I would collapse into myself like a  \nblack hole, and then it all came out. Imagine the worst and best feelings of your life at the same  \ntime. I brayed, and it was a coughing, screaming, sobbing kind of bray. I remember seeing a big gout  \nof white shooting up into the air in front of me, like a geyser. Then everything fell out of  \neverything. I quivered with some kind of weird afterglow, like I was being electrified.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf took me down and walked me down the hall. I watched all that hard wood and those hard  \ncorners of his house all tilt past. He was taking me into his room. He wrapped me in a towel,  \nscrubbed me hard, until my fur stuck out funny. That didn't do it, so he pushed me into the shower.  \nIt hurt, and I sobbed and sputtered as he washed me off, then blew-dry my fur until I was almost  \nfluffy. Back into the bedroom, and into bed. My ass hurt, my cock hurt. Both things hurt so much I  \nhad to lie on my side, but that barely did it.  \n  \nHawk's hand showed up in front of my face, with a couple of pills on it. \"Here. Whenever you get  \nsomething done to you and you get painkillers, keep some around. They come in handy.\" Like a  \ndumbass, I took them, gulping them down with some water he slushed into my mouth. Within an hour,  \nthe room was turning into a haze of gold and gray, and that pain was... somewhere else. I was in and  \nout of sleep for a few hours, and I could swear I had arms around me. I came around completely into  \na dark room. I rolled over, and that awful mind-numbing sting was just an annoying ache. Next to me,  \nunder the black sheets, was Hawk, lying on his side. He was asleep, face and arms splayed on a  \npillow.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ---  \n  \nFor months and months and months after that, things were different. I didn't think about anything.  \nMy mind was totally zen wiped. My entire existance was that wolf. It wasn't love, I mean not at all,  \ntotally not. It was devotion, and devotion without love is one of those weird things that people do.  \nIt's really human, but at the same time it's an animal thing, like a riding horse is kind of  \ndevoted, it just is there to be ridden around, it exists to be ridden beyond just allowing it. Yeah.  \n  \nSo he would.. it was a lot more consistent, he wasn't so random like for that first month or so. I  \nwas Hawk's outlet, and I guess he was my outlet. It was almost habitual, so every few days, he'd do  \nsomething completely different, switching from having me blow him to some sort of involved leather  \nworship that ended in me licking up his come, switching to him tying me up and teasing me for  \n\\*hours\\*, switching to him coming into my room and taking me in the middle of the night.  \n  \nThat last one always got me. I never stopped being scared of the doorknob turning, growing hard and  \nsweaty and pounding in my chest as his boots came down the hall. It made me think of all those  \nhorrible tales of, of child abuse people would talk about, and I wondered if that's what it was  \nlike, knowing someone was coming to use you, but you were so close to them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I had no idea what was going on in the real world. I stopped caring about news and things, I just  \nate and slept and cared for his leathers when he was gone, made sure all of his toys were clean and  \norderly. One thing Hawk couldn't really deal with was keeping his sex toys straightened out. He had  \na habit of keeping doors locked inexplicably in the house, and after several months I found out that  \nit was just because he didn't want me seeing a mess until he felt like cleaning it up. With me  \ncleaning it up, there was only one door locked, that room at the far end of the hall.  \n  \nHe only indulged me in my most intense fetish maybe once a week if that. It was always when I was  \ntied up, restrained so heavily that I could barely breathe, and he'd play with my cock forever and  \never, going from teasing to licking to sucking to stroking it, to tugging, pulling, then slapping.  \nOnce he started slapping me, I would finish fast. A few times, he didn't stop when I came. That  \nended up with me sobbing, but it was the kind of sobbing you do just because you have to. Is  \neveryone else like that, or is it just me?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; One night, I woke up in his bed. Hawk let me sleep in his bed most of the time, unless he  \nspecifically wanted to enact his little rape fetish, and would even sometimes hold me while I slept.  \nWhatever. I woke up and he wasn't there and something was wrong. There was a note by the side of the  \nbed. I looked at it, unfolded it. \"You aren't anyone any more.\" What the hell? I crept out of bed  \nand started looking for where the wolf had gone. I checked every room, and there was no trace of him  \nat all. I checked the garage; his truck was there, as was the mustang and custom chopper.  \n  \nWhen I came up from checking the basement, the otherwise dark hallway had light streaming out into  \nit in a bright sliver. It came from that always-locked door at the end of the hallway. I stepped up,  \nglad that I'd decided to go to sleep naked since there were no boot clops - sometimes the wolf had  \nme wear all my gear to bed! - and peeked in the crack. The room was.... just another dungeon. That  \nwas a letdown. In fact, it was basically empty compared to the other one. There was only one object  \nin view, and it was one of those bondage sawhorse things, like a padded bench with kind of uh  \nshelves to put your knees and forearms. I actually kind of liked using the other one, it made  \ngetting done in the ass real comfy. I pushed on the door slightly and it didn't creak open, just  \nparted further. I pushed more, stuck my head inside the room. It was actually kind of dim in there,  \nbut the rest of the house was so dark it just looked bright. I held my mohawk flat and stuck more  \nhead in. Still nothing, although it smelled weird. Suddenly I had a funny vision in my head from the  \nsmell. It was like having a cavity filled, with the dentist's latex-clad hands stuffed in my mouth.  \nThat was the smell, that chemical rubber scent.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Since no one seemed to be in the room, I pushed the door further and stepped in. Just as soon as my  \nwhole body was inside, this black Thing moved in the corner of my sight and slammed the door shut. I  \njust wigged out and lept back, backpedaling until I smacked the wall. I nickered and snorted,  \novercome with enough of a startle that all those animal bits came out. That thing that shut the  \ndoor, it was... it was... black. Black leather? No, black \\*rubber\\*. Huge boots, knee high, harness  \nstyle... sort of. Molded heavy rubber, squared toe, cowboy heel, a few buckles up the outside of  \neach. Pants were, I guess, more heavy rubber, fitted down those thick quads, shaped to accentuate  \nit. The crotch had a codpiece pouch with that curved-snake shape of a cock and two balls wedged into  \nthe stretchy stuff. The upper body was, it wasn't a shirt, it was like armor, muscle shapes cut into  \nmore rubber. The stuff went down his arms, disappeared into massive gauntlets, buckles up the  \noutside of those, hands fitted out into heavy molded gloves. His shoulders had a cape around them,  \nclasped in front with some sort of wolf-head design buckle thing, and the cape had to be black,  \nsatin-lined leather. And the head.... it was this massive gas mask thing, like his bike helmet but  \nrubber, all hard angles forming a wolf, those same black trapezoids for eyes, furrowed brow ridge,  \ncanine snout. The snout had air hoses coming off from these right angle tube things which then ran  \nback behind him, stuck into something under that cape. He breathed, and must have been trying to be  \nquiet before as it came out in these deep, masked huffs straight out of a sci-fi movie.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He came over to me, not with any intimidating slow stomp but just a hard, fast stalk. He grabbed me  \nby the neck, just holding hard at the sides, at the tendons, and pulled me with him. He threw me  \ndown onto that sawhorse and I realized this wasn't really like the other one at all. It was the same  \ngeneral idea, a padded thing to put you on all fours so you could get your ass violated, but this  \none had a kind of oval cutout for the face. I got to see that cutout up real close because he  \nstuffed my face right down into it. It shoved at my forehead and around the jawbone, and I'm sure if  \nhe'd pushed hard enough it would have choked me. I tried to pull back, but I couldn't. Those  \nrubber-gloved hands had something strapped around my neck, some kind of collar that fixed to a huge  \nstrap around the whole bench. I kind of flailed my hands around, and he wedged them into these  \nmassive padded cuffs. I couldn't budge them, but the cuffs didn't cut or dig or anything, they just  \n\\_held\\_. Ankles, stuffed into other cuffs, just as solid, like I had my wrists and feet stuck in  \nconcrete.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What, what are you gonna do to me? Hawk?\" I tried to look over that shoulder, but just pushed the  \nside of my snout against that oval hole. I didn't like this face hole thing, I fought under that  \ncollar, trying to flick my head. It's a horse thing, flicking your head and ears and mane and stuff,  \nyou don't think about it until you can't do it, and then you have to do it, and it's like an awful  \nitch. \"Don't, don't I mean, don't try to.. don't try to..\" I really wanted to say, don't shove your  \narm in my asshole, I mean that's what those big rubber gloves are for, right? But I couldn't.  \n  \n\"Put your cock in that hole,\" he said, and his voice came out kind of funny, dark and husky, like it  \nwas being put through some sort of device.  \n  \n\"What? Hole? I can't, you tied my hands down, I can't do anything!\"  \n  \n\"PUT IT IN THE HOLE.\" Wherever his voice came out, it was next to my ear, along with his breath,  \nthese big whuffs of air coming out the outlet of that mask. I couldn't see his head, I just, I felt  \nit there. Then he hit me. No, he kicked me. It hurt, his boots had treads, maybe they had fucking  \nhobnails, but it hurt. It was like someone with football cleats stomping on your ass. I brayed and  \nspit on the floor and tried to heave back, but that collar had me down. I bucked my hips around, I  \nstarted trying to fuck the padded top of that bench, since when I didn't move he kicked me again and  \nI heard all that crazy-shit gear creaking and squeaking and him snorting and huffing and growling  \nlike a fucking dog in that mask.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; There wasn't a hole! There was no god-damn hole, there was just the top of that bench, I couldn't  \nput it in the hole! I think I yelled all of that out, I think I was close to sobbing because it  \nreally, really hurt getting my ass kicked like that, and then oh... the hole. I don't know what the  \nhole was, I didn't see it when he put me on the bench, but my cock sunk into it like some it was  \nsome slippery asshole. I wanted to fuck it, but I couldn't, because he strapped something around my  \nlower back. I tried to tuck my head as far as I could, to see where my cock was going into, but all  \nI saw was some sort of black shiny thing with lines on it.  \n  \n\"I'm going to use you,\" Hawk said, if it was actually Hawk, if it wasn't some other wolf, if it  \nwasn't that dog from before, or maybe someone else, I couldn't tell behind all that crazy rubber  \nstuff, and I couldn't see him anyway. Sometimes the wolf would stomp around to the sides of me and I  \ncould see him, sideways, mostly from the boots up, sometimes I'd see that creepy masked face. That  \ncodpiece thing he had came off, and then I saw his dick, but it was covered in some kind of latex  \nthing, some black rubber sheath thing, and he tugged at it, pumped it, this weird wet slapping  \ncoming from it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Inside! I wasn't even expecting it, the restraint and that stupid head hole had me kind of unaware,  \nlike I could hear everything but never knew what was going to happen until it did. He slid in easy,  \nhe was \\_slick\\_, and I was kind of well-used at that point, but it was still startling. It always  \nkind of hurt a bit, until he moved around enough and then I started feeling ... good. I could feel  \nthose big, gloved hands holding my shoulders, grabbing tight there, holding at that strap that kept  \nme pinned to the bench, all that gear squeaking and slapping against itself, that deep huff inside  \nthat mask, a few snorts here and there, the valve things in it slapping as he breathed.  \n  \nHe was \\_fucking\\_ me, like a machine, like a jackhammer. Fucking me hard enough that I was going to  \ncome, and I decided I would no matter what, I was going to get off. It took quite some head-work to  \nget there, I had to dredge up everything I could think of. Warm dicks in my mouth, come spurting out  \nas I gave someone a handjob, being fucked, then weirder shit. Licking the wolf's boots, him beating  \nmy ass and dick until I came, then that night he raped me and came on my chest. That did it, I  \nbrayed out and blew my load in that tight fake hole, then heaved and relaxed. I looked at the floor  \nas it sloped away, then at that black shiny thing that was under the bench. Oh, it wasn't black, it  \nwas clear. It was one of those uh, graduated measuring thingies that you use in chemistry. I could  \ntell it wasn't black because something was in it now. My come. Holy shit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, okay, what the hell is all this, I mean what are, what are you doing?\"  \n  \n\"You're going to do that again,\" Hawk said, not answering me, still fucking. It'd been a good, I  \ndon't know, fifteen minutes? That was a long time to fuck someone straight, and he didn't seem like  \nhe was going to come yet. I could tell, the noises he made, the way he started shoving in deep, the  \nway he grabbed me. Those rubbery hands were all over me, but just... all over me, not clutching and  \nhitting me or anything like that.  \n  \n\"Well, I can't, I mean, I can't, and it's kinda hurting...\"  \n  \n\"You're going to do that \\_again\\_,\" he repeated, and that N kind of turned into this weird rattling  \ngrowl. His cock slid out, and then his hands touched something, reached around to do something.  \nSomething happened to my cock, and I don't know what it really was, I mean I think I know, but I  \ndon't \\*know\\*. This weird tingle came through it, like I was having one of those funny twitchy muscle  \nthings, but the feeling kind of went straight from my dickhead up into my spine, and I was twitching  \nall the way up there, into my head. I let out this weird nnnnhh sound and then the sensation  \nstopped. My mouth hung open and spit hung out. \"I'll fix that.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fix what? I heard him walk around the room, those heavy boots stomping back. I saw a black-gloved  \nhand come up and stuff something into my mouth. It was a bit, and he hooked it up to the underside  \nof that bench. It was rubbery, I kind of tasted something salty on it. Maybe I'd had it in my mouth  \nbefore? Maybe he came on it, pissed on it? I slobbered on it and grunted, and then That Feeling  \nagain. Oh god, now I saw why the bit was in there, my teeth chewed against it, I wanted to buck and  \nkick my dick into that hole as, as, as I swear it was shocking me in there. Hawk started trying to  \nfuck me again, just pushing that rubberclad dickhead into me, and I could feel my asshole squeezing  \nand milking as those waves shot up my spine.  \n  \nI don't know how long it took the second time, but it was longer than the first, and I wasn't  \n\\_trying\\_ to think about weird shit, I couldn't help it, it's all that was in my head. That  \ndick-shocking hole only worked sometimes, and I could tell when it turned on doubly because I felt  \nlike my balls were trying to pump out through my cock, and because I must've been squeezing enough  \nto make Hawk grunt. His hard thrusts jostled my dick back and forth in that rubber tube, and soon my  \ntongue was trying to hang out over that mouth-stuffing bit. I think I drooled audibly, because a  \nrubber-gloved hand came to my face, collected a puddle of it in the palm, and then smeared it all  \nover my jaw. The other hand held my mohawk like a handle, twisted my head, rubbed my lips into that  \nspit-wet glove... I came. Oh god, it hurt, with that thing shocking me through it, I saw white  \nflashes of light, I must've brayed and screamed and shook, and he just kept fucking me right on  \nthrough it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The pangs subsided into a dull ache, and I could hear everything too well. All that rubber creaking,  \ngrunting and slobbering in the mask, this wet disgusting sound of sheathed dick spreading me open,  \nthe wet disgusting sound of my dick fucking into that cock-electrifying tube. I could see that  \nfucking \\_resevoir\\_ and it was, and there was more in it. I was wearing out, my asshole was just not  \nreally meant for that kind of treatment, and he just didn't stop. The only respite I got was when  \nhe'd switch to hilting my, hips against ass, that dickhead punching that other hole way up deep, and  \nthat just made me feel like I was some kind of fuck toy. Maybe I was one of those real doll things,  \nand he was gonna ship me back to the factory when I done broke after playing too hard.  \n  \nIt had to have been half an hour, and I started panicking, trying to look around, to see if anything  \ncould tell me what time it was. No time. I was sore, I could feel every fucking millimeter his cock  \nmoved, back and forth. My prostate was sore, so sore, so aching and sore, and that thing kept  \nzapping me, it was making my gut hunch, it made me want to cry. I stared at that fucking cylinder,  \nhalf expecting to see more white spunk splatter into it. No, no, it was fucking piss, I let go and  \nit came out in squirts as my muscles clenched up, then I forced them to relax again. Squiirrrt.  \nSquirrrt. I could hear it, I could fucking hear it, like someone squirting something into a glass.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Longer, longer, longer, I was staring at the floor, just staring. I didn't have a body any more, I  \nhad a tortured dick and an asshole, maybe I was just some kind of weird hallucination of that wolf,  \nlike maybe I was just that bench and he was fucking it and there was no pony, you know?  \n  \nNo, he started grunting, snarling, drooling enough that his huffs gurgled and splattered spit out  \nagainst my back. His cock surged in me, and he stopped moving, breathing deep and hard. Then he  \npulled out and left the room.  \n  \n---  \n  \nI sat in the back of his car, watching the city lights go by. I had on all that gear he got me,  \neverything all at once, since it wouldn't fit in that backpack. I had a guitar - he let me take one  \nof his, like he didn't care at all - and clutched at the neck of it with a gloved hand. The car  \npulled up to the curb in an unloading pull-in about half a block from a hotel. The wolf turned and  \nthrew something at me. I caught it. Whoa, shit, five fucking hundred dollars! I let it rain on my  \nlap, then gathered up the bills.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"That'll cover a few nights. There's a club on Baker called 'The Pit'. Talk to the owner guy, Carl.  \nTell him Hawk sent you. This isn't one of those stupid advertizements on TV, he'll fucking know I  \nsent you. He'll give you a job.\"  \n  \n\"Doing what?\" I tucked the money away into a pocket.  \n  \n\"What the fuck do you think? Get out, go over to that hotel. Just say you're in a band or something,  \nfucking look like it.\"  \n  \n\"Okay.\"  \n  \n\"Now get out.\"  \n  \nAnd that was that. One minute, I was asleep in his house, asshole aching from being \\_used\\_ for TWO  \nFUCKING HOURS. That's what he said, two hours. The next minute, I was standing on some street at ten  \no'clock at night, wearing all my leather gear, carrying a fucking backpack and guitar, with five  \nhundred dollars in my pocket, watching his black car roar off.  \n  \nThey were going to bat an eye at the hotel counter, until I got out with that cash. Money makes  \nanyone forget their misgivings. I'd been used for... a year. A whole year. Five hundred dollars for  \nthe poshest hotel I'd ever been in, and I was already forgetting it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; No, I wasn't forgetting it. I went to that club the next night, and the wolf was right. Carl had a  \njob for me. That kind of job. It paid a lot, a \\_lot\\_, and the rooms he kept upstairs were fucking  \nawesome. Some fucking lofts that he bought up when he got the place. There were five of them and I  \nswear it went from heaven to hell, down the hall. I got a fifty-fifty cut and any cash the guys gave  \nme. The louder I screamed when they hit me, the more cash. Usually. Or if I let them shoot on me. I  \nlet them shoot on me.  \n  \nI even got a real job, working at one of those guitar store places. I needed an excuse to play, and  \nhey, it was a store full of guitars. Plus, I got people to tip me. I'm such a slut.  \n  \nI see that wolf at the club a lot, all the time really. And he never, ever, ever, ever says a damn  \nthing to me. I might as well be a spot on the floor. That's fine with me. Wolves creep the shit out  \nof me. I only do it if they pay me.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Zale Sterling, fetish zebra!","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/89465-no-control-m-m.json"}}