Domination and Submission Chapter 5: The Second Encounter
Well this is the 5th chapter in the series. It was definitly worth the wait. I revised it at least 4 times so theoretically, it's a damn good addition to the Domination and Submission series! As a short warning, this chapter is very mystical, it's kinda made to keep you guessing about what's going to happen next.
This story contains m/m yiff with character under the age of 18, 200 calories per serving (50 from fat), 7grams of fat, vitamins A, yiff, D, and calcuim. This chapter has low sodium, no preservatives and no artifical flavorings. Please consult a napkin (or eager tongue) if wet spot occurs on pants while reading. Bon appetite!
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Domination and Submission
Chapter 5: The Second Encounter
by ~ Neptune Wolf
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Years earlier at the Wayne Academy . . .
The young fox stared blankly at the older, shirtless grey wolf who was sitting on a chair in the corner of the dimly lit, small dorm room playing a few notes on a trombone. Tom sat there on his bed and watched. His stare went from the tip of the wolf's ears to the tip of his toes. His entire body was covered in beautiful grey fur. The fox's eyebrows furrowed as he started deep into the wolf's eyes from across the small, half empty, room. The wolf paid him no attention and continued to play through a few sharp scales, first slowly in whole notes, then fast in 16th notes, holding the last note of the scale. Then with a glissando he started the next scale in whole notes. He played beautifully but the fox didn't like the wolf being there, invading his space . . . filling the void that his brother had left.
Outside of the window was the rain, the darkness, the cold, the woods that surrounded the Wayne Academy. Tomas was wearing only a thin pair of boxer shorts as he sat there on his bed on his side of the room. On the other side was a similar bed, but it was made up perfectly, never been slept in since the fox's last roommate was there. The grey wolf had never slept in this room in the three days that he was there. At night, the wolf would go somewhere else to sleep, but why? Did he know about the fox's last roommate? No, he couldn't have, the fox thought to himself. The gossip around the academy hadn't learned of it.
Tomas paid very close attention to his new roommate. He didn't know him at all. The grey wolf never even introduced himself. He just appeared one day with a single suitcase and two or three instrument cases. Tomas didn't even know if he spoke the same language or not. As he watched the wolf play with pure passion, the fox was filled with mixed emotions of fear, anger, and sadness and in the back of his mind, happiness. The black wolf seemed to know what he was feeling. Tomas could feel it in his music as he changed songs. It was a piece he had never heard before; it was an original composition by the wolf himself and seemed to embody all of the young fox's emotions. Tom shifted his cold stare to the golden polished bell of the trombone. The rich tones and powerful rhythm made the fox feel comforted. It reminded the fox of something from long ago. He quickly shook it off.
"Who are you?" The 15 year old fox loudly interrupted with anger in his voice. The wolf stopped playing for a second, the mouthpiece still to his lips and his paw still in the 5th position on the trombone, but his gaze was on the fox who awaited the answer. The wolf ignored the younger fox and continued to play the final measure of his piece. He put the horn down by the side of the chair. "Who are you?" The fox yelled with as much masculinity as he could conjure.
"Dontae. Dontae Black. And you are?"
"I'm Tomas, a first year. You look a bit too old to go here. How old are you?"
"First of all, Tomas, never interrupt me when I am playing. You will have only once warning and after that I'll have to punish you." The wolf said. Tomas laughed.
"Punish me? Heh, last time I checked, you weren't my father." Dontae shook his head a laughed a bit to himself.
"You don't even remember me? How ungrateful! You mother and my mother were close friends and when they would go out, they would send me over to your house to watch you and your brother, Mark. I can still remember when you two were in diapers, heh." The wolf said. Tom's eyes went wide.
"Dontae! Dontae Black!" The fox said with a hug smile on his muzzle. 'How could I forget him of all people?' he thought to himself. The fox walked over to Dontae and gave him a deep hug. The memories of when he was a child flooded back to him. Tom didn't spend much time with the older wolf and mark never had the chance to know him much, but the time they were together was golden. They were best friends and would play together all day. It was lonely living in a huge mansion and the only other person to play with was your brother. When Tomas' parents sent him and his brother to the Wayne Academy five years ago, he never saw the wolf again. Dontae was ten years older than the fox, but they were best friends. Tears welled in Tomas' eyes as he hugged his old friend. They held it for a long time and Tom could smell the wolf; a clean smell with a hint of sweat in his fur. The side of the younger fox's muzzle was against the warm, thick, grey fur of the wolf's chest. Dontae was about a foot taller than the fox and outweighed him by at least 50 pounds. The fox felt a stirring in his sheath, but the wolf had started to pull away from the hug and looked at the fox from head to toe, tracing a line through the fox's abs down to his belly button and to the waistband of his boxers.
"You're so grown up now . . ." The wolf said holding the fox's arms. There was just so much more he wanted to say but his couldn't form the words. His voice was that of an older brother. It was mature, but still had a hint of child-like innocents in it. Looking at the thin, meek fox in only his boxers brought back memories . . .
"Where is your brother, Markillian?" The wolf asked. Tom looked away. He and his brother Mark shared this room not too long ago. The dean spoke with the two after he walked into their dorm room at the wrong time. Tom was on his knees between his brother's legs with his brother cock in his mouth when the dean walked in. Mark had got off two shots of cum into his brother's muzzle before the dean pulled him off. Wayne Academy was an all male school and catching guys in the act was a daily event for the dean and other faculty members. No one in the school knew that Markillian and Tomas were brothers since Tom was a Fox and Mark was a German Shepard. The dean Dr Sanders a fairly thick white rabbit, knew the two personally and decided to make a deal with them. He promised not to tell their parents if he split them up. Mark was the only person in the school that Tom could relate to. They were best friends who just happened to have the same father and different mothers. Tom was crushed when his brother moved out . . .
The younger fox blushed as he looked down at the floor. "What is it?" Dontae asked.
"Mark is three floors down, I don't know what room he's in. . ." the fox said with little emotion. From the way the fox sounded, Dontae could tell that there was a story behind it. Mark and Tom were inseparable since they were little. Before the wolf could speak, Tomas said, "So what brings you here to the great Wayne Academy?" Dontae knew he was hurting, but he went along with his change of subject.
"I work here now. I'm a live-in student teacher." The wolf said. Tom smiled and looked back up into the wolf's eyes.
"You want to be a teacher? What do you teach?" The fox said happily, his red bushy tail waving back and fourth.
"Yeah, I have a soft spot for kids. I'm teaching English and History in room 437 in Augustine Hall. But I'm only temporarily placed here." The Wolf said.
"So what's with the trombone?"
"I also play in the symphonic band here. I teach private lessons for trombone and trumpet on the side." The wolf said with a toothy smile. He stared at the young fox's body again. "Remember when you and your brother were eight? I would baby-sit you two when our parents were off to some party in the Hamptons for like a week." Tom smiled a bit.
". . . yeah, I remember you would give us 'special treats' when we were good." The fox said with a hint of bitterness. The wolf's stare was still on the younger fox even though he looked away.
"About that . . . did you . . . did you or your brother like ever tell your parents about the 'special treats'?" the wolf said nervously.
"We really enjoyed the 'special treats', especially the time when . . ." the fox trailed off. Tomas looked back up into the wolf's eyes and smiled a bit, but then blushed. He looked back down to the floor and sheepishly said, "One of your 'special treats' would be rather good right about now."
The wolf smiled and his beautiful white teeth shone through. "You have to earn it first, remember?" he said. The fox moved a bit closer to the wolf again and caressed his black chest fur. Tom remembered what he did to earn his 'special treat'. He didn't really like to do it when he was younger, but once he did it to his brother . . .
The fox got down on his knees, running his paw through the wolf's warm grey fur on the way down. 'If only my brother knew what he was missing . . .' the fox thought to himself.
Dontae ran his fingers through the soft red fur on Tom's head, gripping his ears. The large wolf smiled down into the fox's green eyes with his beautiful crystal blue ones. Tom massaged his old friend's heavy ball sack, causing the wolf's red cock to peak out of it's sheath. The young fox softly licked the tip as it came through the grey sheath, making the wolf pant.
Tomas never really knew exactly how to do it, but the session with his brother gave him a general idea. The fox gripped the wolf's large sheath and pulled it back, revealing his hardening, red wolfhood. The scent of the wolf's arousal was driving the young fox mad with passion. He wanted to remember what his old friend smelled like. The musky, masculine odor intensified as Tom stroked the slick wolf meat in his paws. Dontae panted and moaned as the fox below him stroked him off.
Tom licked the tip of the wolf's cock as he stroked it softly at the tip and harder at the base near the thickening knot. He held the tapered end of the red wolf meat inside his muzzle as a few jets of thin, clear, precum squirted out. It wasn't a new taste to the fox, but a different one compared to his step brothers. He savored it a bit before swallowing.
The larger, older wolf was gripping the fox's heedful harder and started to buck his hips in rhythm with the fox's strokes. Then the fox started to really suck his cock. Tom put all seven inched of Dontae's cock into his muzzle, almost taking the thick knot. The young fox bobbed his muzzle up and down the wolf's hot member. The amount of precum had increased in the fox's muzzle and he had to let some out. it dribbled down his chin and to the floor. The sight of his hot, red, wet cock disappearing into the younger fox's muzzle was driving Dontae mad. He was forcing the fox down onto his cock, making him go deeper and deeper until the fox's nose was flush with the wolf's crotch, gagging him.
"OH YES!!! TOM!!! YOU'RE THE BEST! SUCK IT HARDER!!" Dontae tried to yell in a somewhat hushed tone.
Tomas was uncontrollably aroused by having the wolf's cock in his muzzle. He pulled down the stretchy waist band of his boxers under his cock so he could stroke his already hard and dripping member. There was something different now than when he sucked his step brother off. Markillian was somewhat respectful, never bucking his hips, encouraging him to go on. The German Shepard never even touched the fox's head, like Dontae was doing now, in fear of forcing the fox down. The wolf was a lot more assertive, more intense, more in control . . . more dominate. There was something about being forced that turned the young fox on.
Dontae was bucking his hips as if he were fully mating with a female in heat. With his large grey paws behind the fox's head, there was nothing Tom could do but enjoy the ride. He held still and just let the wolf pump in and out of his muzzle as he stroked himself with one paw and massaged the wolf's heavy balls with the other. Within 5 strokes, Tom erupted into a fountain of seed. His grayish, white, thick cum spilled all over his paw and on the rug below him. A few jets painted the wolf's legs in his hot, sticky, seed. His body was hot and the white in his fur seemed pink as he blushed. Trails of sweet, clear precum escaped from his muzzle and drooled to the floor making a second puddle of warm liquid. The young fox was overwhelmed with passion. He had not cum that hard in a long time.
Watching the young fox cum sent Dontae into a spiral of passion. He pumped harder into the fox's muzzle, gripping the red fur on Tom's head harder. His slick cock easily sliding in and out of the fox's warm and willing muzzle. Even though he gagged almost each time the wolf pushed in as deep as he could, the wolf's kept going, his panting getting as frantic as his thrust.
Tom felt the wolf's heavy ball sack tighten up as he unloaded the first wave of thick, salty/sweet, cum into his muzzle. The wolf never stopped fucking the fox's face as he came. The wolf's thick seed spilled out of Tom's muzzle each time he pulled out and each time the wolf thrust into his muzzle he unloaded another thick wave of cum, while suppressing a howl. Tom's muzzle felt as if it was milking the wolf's cock. It's wet warmth made the wolf want to continue cumming in the fox's muzzle like this, and he did until he was finished.
When Dontae pulled out of the fox for the last time, his thick wolfhood was covered in his white cum. Tom's muzzle and chin was dripping with his seed. This made the large grey wolf smile as he panted hard. Tom gave his knot one last painfully hard squeeze which sent another weak stream of cum across his muzzle. It was thick and was still connected to the tip of the wolf's cock, making a sort of bridge form the wolf's piss slit to the fox's muzzle. Tom smiled and licked it off. It seemed, to Tom, that the more cum he tasted, the better it tasted and having it forced down his muzzle made it feel as though he were nursing on the male in front of him, taking in a nourishing liquid.
This thought created warmth inside the young fox, a warmth that he had never felt before. It was more than the after glow of the yiff, it was greater. Tom looked up into the wolf's blue eyes. His chest was heaving up and down as if he had just won a marathon race. Even though the wolf didn't verbally say it, Tom could tell by the wolf's eyes that doing what he did was a very good thing. Knowing that he pleasured the wolf made the fox feel good. Dontae's blue eyes had a sense of pride in them, as though he was proud of what the young fox did. This sent a shiver down Tom's spine. . . that warmth he felt at that moment from knowing that the wolf was proud of what he had done was love. . .
The days went by and the grey wolf continued on with his trombone practice, but he had also taken up another hobby: reading. Everyday when Tomas got back to his room after classes, Dontae was in a deep meditative state reading an old book. It looked like two phone books bound together by an aged hard cover. Whenever Dontae was reading from that book, Tom knew to never disrupt him.
At times, Dontae would read from this book out loud. It was in different language that Tomas couldn't identify. Dontae often did this at night, so Tomas couldn't notice the gradual deepening of the wolf's grey fur.
Two weeks passed since the wolf moved into Tom's room and the meek Fox finally decided to ask him what he was reading.
"It's an old book that was given to me a long time ago by a friend of my grandfathers. He was Great Dragon, so who know how old this book is." Dontae said. A Great Dragon was a dragon that was over 1000 years old. Dragons were extinct for over 300 years and not many got to live over 800 years.
"What's the book about? What is called?" The 15 year old fox asked.
"What's it about is hard to explain, but it's called 'The Art of the Blue: The Darcia Method'. I'm sorry, but I have to read right now. You mind going into the lobby or something so I can have some silence?" The wolf asked in the nicest voice he could muster.
At that moment, Tom's mind raced. It was in his history books! They were the Blues. According to his history book, they were just a secret society, a myth, but the legends that he heard about them were phenomenal. Levitation, the strength of 20 oxen, all sorts of mind powers, infinite knowledge, and of course the spells. In all the legends Tom had been told as a bedtime story by his parents, the spells were the most terrific and terrifying parts.
In one legend told to him by his father, the art of the blue was created to destroy a powerful pagan god of war and succeeded. And after the battle, the art of the blue was sealed forever, never to be uncovered. In another legend, the Art of the Blue was the pure male essence of another great beast of legends known simply as The Death. The villagers of a small town castrated the beast in order to kill him, but one of the villagers kept The Death's essence and drank it, becoming a blue and from that day forth, he tortured and killed the villagers one by one until there was no one left to kill.
Everyone knew since they were young that The Art of the Blue was something to be feared and to see that beautiful grey wolf with that book unnerved the young fox to no end. But was it really as bad as they say it was? This wolf was simply reading a book. There were no legends about a book to learn to be a Blue. The young fox laughed a little to himself and went to bed. They were just kids stories . . . right? "And if Dontae was studying to become a Blue," Tom thought, "he wouldn't do it so openly as he was now."
The next morning, for the first time in the two weeks that the Wolf had lived there, Tom saw the wolf asleep in Mark's old bed. The covers covered most of his body and the old leather-bound book served as his pillow. Tomas couldn't stop himself from taking a peak at the wolf. They hadn't talked about what they did and the wolf seemed as distant as he always had been after Tom had sucked him off. This was a perfect opportunity to see if the wolf wanted to go another round. The young fox craved that warm feeling more than anything and nothing else came close to it.
Tomas slowly pulled the white covers from the Dontae's face and off his warm, almost naked body. The fox was in shock as he saw that the wolf's grey fur was a perfect jet black. He quickly replaced the covers but Dontae was already woke. He stared the fox in his eye and with some quick thinking, Dontae said,
"You like it?" Tom's heart stopped for a moment when the wolf spoke in what seemed like a deeper voice.
"Like it?" Tom repeated.
"Yeah, my new fur color! I dyed it last night." Dontae said with a wide smile. Tom was young but he was smart. There was no way he could have possibly dyed his fur in only a few hours. He knew the wolf didn't even come into the dorm until only 3 hours ago.
"Yeah, it's nice, but I liked your rich grey fur better." Tom said backing away back to his side of the room and back onto his bed. The wolf sat up, the covers slid down to reveal his beautiful hard chest, now covered with jet black, glossy fur. Tom was suspicious.
"Um . . . I have to go take a piss." he said as he got back up. He went into the bathroom which was just to his right. In the Wayne Academy, every dorm room had their own bathroom. Tomas looked into the shower and saw that it was clean, every single part of it. it was even dry! Tom had spoken to the wolf the night before at around 10pm before he went to bed and now at 7am, there is no sign of the shower being used. It would at least be a little wet.
Tomas checked the trash can in the bathroom. It was empty. It would have taken at least 4 bottles of black dye to dye Dontae's entire body. Tom pulled down his loose fitting boxers and pulled out his sheath and took a piss. He flushed and left out of the bathroom. When he came out, Dontae was already dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt! I had not been in there that long, the fox thought to himself. Dontae was sitting on his bed and reading more of his book, 'The Art of Blue: The Darcia Method'. What the hell was in that book? The fox thought. Dontae looked up at the fox and without saying a word, glanced over to the main door. That meant that the wolf need some 'silence' so he could read from that damn book.
Tomas got dressed in silence. It was Saturday and he only had English class to go to. He left out of the dorm with an odd feeling. He closed the door walked down the long hallway to the elevators. The fox's footsteps could easily be heard because of the marble floors. The dormitory was lavishly decorated. It was more like an old European castle than a school. Tom used his elevator key to call the elevator up to the seventh floor. When it came, he got on and pushed the button for the third floor. It was finally time for him to see his brother again.
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