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"You're late."

Iriam's ears twitched at the words, wanting to lay back against his head even as he struggled to keep his posture calm and dignified. It didn't really matter, as the canine before him faced away, pouring himself a drink as though he couldn't care less about the other in the room. It was more for his own pride that he tried to keep his feet from shuffling nervously, the wolf's paws clasped behind his back as he waited in a loose sort of attention. He knew it wouldn't last, his attempt at composure, but it was less shameful if he at least tried while he could.

"Yes, sir," he answered, cursing himself for the tremor that already invaded his voice, betraying his nerves. He cleared his throat, giving him a brief moment to steady himself before continuing. "I had not received your summons until just a few moments ago. The carrier couldn't find me." The other male grunted, attention still fixed on the wine rather than on the person waiting on him. Iriam went silent, licking at his dry lips before he could help it, paws fidgeting.

At last, the Arcanine turned around, settling his unsettlingly bright eyes upon the anxious wolf. A smile turned up the edges of his muzzle as he sipped from his glass, the expression doing nothing to ease Iriam's nerves. Those glimmering orbs alone made the lupine want to curl in on himself, his own eyes falling to the floor instinctively to avoid the intense gaze. He heard the other chuckle, and it wasn't long before the larger male made his way over, standing close enough that Iriam could feel the unnatural heat radiating off of him.

"You're trembling already," the baritone voice murmured into his ear, and this time the wolf couldn't help but lay them both flat against his skull, ashamed of himself. He made no response, knowing the Arcanine didn't really want one, and simply did his best to stand still. He thought by now he'd have been used to all of this, but if anything he got worse each time, the dread of it all mingling with learned hopelessness at ever getting out of his situation. He felt a paw brush over the small of his back, circling upwards to feel at his side. The now-familiar sinking feeling started up in his gut, making him close his eyes as though to escape from the present horror.

This was the fourth time Iriam had been called into the presence of his Alpha, the fourth night he'd stood in this very spot just as helpless as he was now. Arcanines were rare, and Elios was large even for his breed, standing a full foot and a half taller than the timberwolf and with twice the mass. He was indisputably in charge, no wolf or hound in the clan able to best him in challenge, and for the most part he was a wise and fair leader. Unfortunately for Iriam, being the alpha came with certain privileges, and for the last few nights Elios had been enjoying exercising those rights upon the young wolf, summoning him at the end of each day to his private quarters.

"I see you managed to get everything out of your fur this time," the fire-hound said, fingers digging into the thick fur at the base of the wolf's neck. "I'm glad we don't have to have that discussion again." This time, Iriam visibly shuddered, the reminder of the previous night's "discussion" making his still-raw welts seem to ache all the more painfully. He remained silent still, letting the Alpha male comb through his pure white pelt with possessive fingers, wincing as the claws dragged against the flesh beneath.

"Not in the mood for conversation, hmm?" The Arcanine began to pull at the wolf's clothing, undoing the fastenings of his tunic at a leisurely pace. Iriam kept still, at least as still as he could manage with the way his form began to shake. He was pulled back against the other's chest once the fabric had been removed, the shirt tossed away carelessly. A low growl rose from the larger male's throat, jolting Iriam into action with a soft whimper. The wolf raised his muzzle, timidly moving it up towards the Alpha before beginning to lick submissively at his jaw. He was flushed with shame beneath his thick pelt, the trained response just as humiliating now as it was the first time he'd been forced to do it. He saw the canine smirk, the massive orange paws groping at his chest roughly, squeezing his sore body and feeling at his toned muscles.

"There you go," Elios praised, hands dropping lower to pull at the lupine's belt. Iriam whined, an uncontrollable reaction as his trousers were removed, his tongue still brushing over the tufted chin. As always, the Arcanine was not gentle, practically ripping the pants down the smaller male before ordering him to step out of them. The wolf obeyed quickly, letting out a startled yelp as he was suddenly pushed down to the ground, knees slamming into the wood hard enough to bruise. He stared up with fearful, desperate eyes as the Alpha undressed hurriedly, baring the impressive flame-colored body to the lupine. He turned his gaze away as the canine's own pants hit the ground, the heat and musk emanating from the other an all-too-familiar sensation by now.

"Submit," was all the hound said, and Iriam had no choice but to comply. Scooting forward, the humiliated male brought his muzzle to the thickly furred shaft waiting before him, long tongue darting out to lap at the protective covering and the dark red tip peeking out of it. Hands fisted in his head fur, Elios letting out a lusty groan as the compliant wolf began to lick quickly, as if eager. In truth, the lupine was mortified, every inch of him burning with shame as he stimulated the other with his tongue, the canine member growing rapidly before his eyes. He couldn't stop though, the memory of his first and only beating enough to cow him into cooperating. It was his place, to serve his alpha... or so the male told him.

"Open wide," the Arcanine growled eventually, shaft now standing tall and proud under the attentions of the wolf. He pushed in past the reluctantly parted lips, sinking himself into the whimpering muzzle at a tortuously slow pace. "Look at me." Iriam obeyed, bright blue eyes staring up the powerful, muscular body into the other's leering gaze as the tapered head of the Arcanine's member dragged over his long tongue.

He wanted to recoil from the taste, from the feeling of the thick preseed dripping into his mouth as the spire drove relentlessly forward, but the wolf didn't move. Not even as the tip began to slide down into his throat, making him gag and gurgle pathetically. He merely brought his hands up to the other's thighs, gripping the fur as he tried to relax. It wasn't easy, not with the thick maleness pushing ever deeper and forcing his jaws to spread wide apart, straining to accommodate the crimson shaft. Elios smiled down at him, golden eyes seeming to glaze over a bit as he tightened his hold on the wolf's headfur, keeping the submissive male in place.

"Still not used to this?" the canine asked, tone laced with false concern. He grunted as the lupine's throat squeezed around his shaft, the sounds of the other's gagging making the sensation all the sweeter as he eased himself deeper. He could tell the moment his member plugged up the airway entirely, feeling the wolf jerk uncontrollably as his breath was cut off. Almost immediately he felt the white wolf's tongue begin to writhe against his cock, desperate blue eyes filling with tears as the timber did as he'd been taught, wordlessly begging the Arcanine to pull back so that he could breathe. "Mmm... you're so well trained now, aren't you?" He gave a careless thrust forward, spearing the rest of his throbbing meat inside that muzzle with a groan.

"You look good like this," the Alpha taunted, mocking the now whimpering wolf as he petted his head, balls pressed right up against his chin. Iriam began to squirm, lungs screaming for air, and he cried out around the shaft as a hand rubbed over the outside of his throat, feeling the way the passage bulged out around the cock lodged inside. He stared pleadingly up at the canine, hoping the other would take pity on him before he ended up passing out... not that it would have been the first time.

Mercifully, Elios did indeed pull out, laughing as the white male coughed and gasped for air once his length had been removed. He wiped his sticky head over the panting muzzle, smearing saliva and seed just over the lupine's nose, marking him. Iriam barely even noticed, too focused on getting air back into his aching lungs, knowing this was far from over. He'd barely managed to breathe enough that his head stopped spinning before he felt paws on his body, forcibly moving him into the position he dreaded most. His elbows hit the floor, making him wince as the oppressive heat of the fire-hound slid around behind him, dragging his oxygen deprived mind out of its stupor and filling it with terror.

The first time, he'd fought tooth and claw, taking the most savage beating of his life in an effort to avoid what was now to come. He was smaller by far - younger as well, but desperation had aided his efforts and he'd put up a good fight before being pummeled into submission. His sides still hurt from where the Arcanine's fists had driven into them, breaking a rib and bruising a good third of his torso in the process. It was a lesson he'd only had to be taught once before he knew there was nothing he could do to stop Elios from taking what he wanted, that no one would come to his aid. As far as his clan was concerned, the Alpha had every right to force his inferior to submit however he liked, and so his screams and cries for help went unanswered.

Claws dug into the thick white fur, gripping at Iriam's hips and dragging him backwards a few inches. He whined, closing his eyes tight in an effort to escape the humiliation of being forced into place, into the most submissive pose a male could be made to take. Head down, rump raised high into the air, the wolf's posture screamed to all the world that he was ready to be used by the larger male, dominated and bred like a she-wolf. He shook uncontrollably, the helplessness and anticipation making him feel sick, and he had to bite back a cry of despair as a paw squeezed one bruised cheek. He silently begged the male not to hit him there again, remembering the way he'd been brought to tears the day before, the crack of the belt still fresh in his ears.

In an effort to appease the canine, the wolf's tail raised up high, giving the hand and eyes complete access to the swollen ring beneath it. He'd been used nightly, the Alpha forcing him to submit again and again before sending him away limping and dripping with his seed. He was sore, tender, and as the Arcanine's thumb rubbed over his entrance he couldn't stop the yip that escaped him.

"You present just like a true bitch, my little tail-raiser." The words made Iriam's cheeks flush, but still he kept his rear bared. The thumb began to work its way into him, and the aching pain of being stretched again made the wolf squirm. "So eager, look how you tease me." Hands hooked into his waist and drew him back against the slick canine member, the Arcanine clearly impatient to stake his claim.

The first few times he'd made a show of it, but there was no preamble now as the hound mounted the male beneath him, cocktip pressing insistently into the battered ring. Iriam yelped, the sound almost a howl as he felt his ass invaded once again, claws scrabbling at the wooden floor. The head entered him with a soft POP, his whole body jerking as he was filled. It was a terrible burn, rather than the sharp stabbing pain of his first time, his passage abused from the frequent trauma. He was given no time to rest or adjust, the impatient male taking advantage of his recent stretching to press in ruthlessly. He writhed in the canine's grip, groaning in pain as he was taken, the familiar sensation of being stretched far too wide returning with each added inch. It was unceremonious, almost careless, the way the other entered him, plowing forward until the still-swelling knot rested against the yawning opening.

Elios growled behind him, a possessive sound that made the wolf's ears try to press impossibly flatter to his head. He forced his rump to stay raised, arms shaking as he rested on his forearms and bowed his forehead to the ground. A hand grabbed his scruff, jerking his head upwards and forcing him to look back at the Arcanine.

"Start wagging for me, slut," the older male commanded, giving the white ass a casual slap. Iriam cried out, humiliation and pain making him want to die then and there as he obediently began to wag his long, thickly furred tail. The movement made his passage clench and pull at the cock inside him, straining his already agonized body and making him look like he was enjoying being used. Elios's laugh sounded in his ears as the Alpha began to thrust back and forth, rocking the wolf beneath him. With each push, Iriam could feel the rapidly growing knot kiss his aching ring, a promise of agony sure to come. He whimpered at the thought, the sound punctuated by the slap of hips against his rear.

"You can do better than that... come on, bitch, bark for me. Tell me how excited you are!" The snow-pelted timber merely stared back at the Arcanine, a look of disbelief on his face that turned into a grimace of pain as the dominant male gave a particularly hard thrust forward. He turned his head away, unwilling to meet the other's gaze as he licked his lips, readying himself for fresh degradation. He'd thought there wasn't anything that would be worse than the things he'd already been made to do, but this...

Apparently he'd hesitated too long, for suddenly he felt a hand slide around beneath him and clamp down upon his vulnerable sac. He yelled, more in fear than in pain as the grip was not yet overly painful, just enough to make him squirm and tremble in place. Elios held the wolf's orbs tightly, still rutting him at the same easy pace, using them to pull the lupine back against him. "Do I need to repeat myself?" he asked, the threat clear in his tone and in the way his hand tightened enough to make the submissive gasp.

Iriam shuddered in pain, terror at what the canine might do to him if he waited too long overcoming the shame, and he hurriedly began to let out short little yips each time the knot met his tailhole, as close to a bark as he could manage. It seemed to appease the Alpha, whose thrusts grew faster and more forceful, hand leaving the tormented balls as he leaned down over the wolf, taking him now as a hound would breed a bitch. His heavy body made the timber's hind legs strain to keep his rump lifted, thighs twitching with the effort. Elios's paws came to rest on either side of Iriam's own, the Arcanine settling into a punishing pace as he drooled onto the wolf's head, leering at the noisy male all the while.

It wasn't long until that huge, red knot began to demand entry rather than merely bumping against him, and the "excited" yipping turned into yelps and cries of pain. It was here that Iriam always lost his will to bear his humiliation, knowing full well the gut-wrenching agony that came from being tied and willing to undergo anything in its stead. He thrashed beneath the larger male, unable to control himself now as his body tried to flee the mass of flesh trying to enter it.

As always, the Alpha seemed to relish the struggle, wrapping one massive arm around the panicked lupine and squeezing so hard it nearly choked the air from him. The hound's body heaved forward, grinding the thick bulge against the already painfully stretched ring between bouts of battering away at it. Iriam screamed, unintelligible sounds of pleading leaving him as he twisted about futilely, begging the canine to let him go.

Elios, however, only seemed more aroused by the pitiful sounds of anguish, humping the wolf for all he was worth, all the while snarling debasements into the pinned ears. "Sing for me, pup. Let everyone know who owns you." His hips slammed forward, the muscular thighs flexing with exertion as slowly, the ring began to stretch around the knot. Iriam shrieked and jerked about like he was being electrocuted, the agony nearly blinding him as he felt the fist-sized bulge squeeze its way into him, seeming to take an eternity. He was held fast, Elios howling his triumph as at last the flesh popped inside, locking the Arcanine into place.

A few short thrusts later, the wolf felt heavy jaws seize his neck and hold there as suddenly his insides were flooded with a rush of hot seed, the canine member pulsing powerfully. Jet after jet filled his bowels, unable to escape thanks to the knot sealing the only exit. He felt his stomach swell slightly, feeling distended as it bloated with seed. Iriam shook violently all the while, breathless from the pain of being knotted and held in place by the teeth in his scruff. He let out a continuous whine, his whole body going limp in the Alpha's hold.

Elios grunted and snarled throughtout his release, drool running from his jaws into the timber's fur as he ground into him. The amount he unloaded into the smaller male was truly impressive, but at last the torrent died away into a slow trickle. He let his maw release the white scruff, the lupine's head slumping against the ground with a whimper. The Arcanine panted loudly, whole body feeling spent from the high of his release, and he gave Iriam's head a condescending pat.

"Well done, bitch." He chuckled at the pitiful shudder that wracked the wolf's body at his words, enjoying the way the male was helpless to protest. He pulled his hips backwards, drawing a yelp as it strained against the ravaged ring, a punishing move. "What do we say?"

"Th-Th-Thank you, Alpha," Iriam stammered, forcing himself to raise up on unsteady arms and twist about to look at the Arcanine. Once again, the humiliated wolf forced himself to lick at the strong jawline of his abuser, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I... I am yours."

Elios grinned, a predatory expression as he began to knead the sore rump with his claws, tormenting the other as he waited for his knot to shrink enough to pull free. He grabbed ahold of the white tail, pulling on it a few times to make the wolf clench down around him, rumbling at the feel of it. Every abuse, every indignity he forced the lupine to endure was another way he asserted his dominance, claiming the white-furred warrior as his inferior. Soon enough he'd probably tire of this particular underling, and turn his gaze towards some other young male, assuring they would all grow up knowing their place in his pack.

For now, though, he was quite enjoying his current prize - those blue eyes of his were so expressive, allowing the Arcanine to see the complete surrender and shame within the wolf, feeding the flames of his lust. Perhaps next time he would collar the timber, make him wear the thing around his neck even after he'd sent him home - an advertisement to all who saw that he'd been claimed. Better still, he knew Iriam had a sister just coming of age to be bred. Wouldn't it be something to claim the both of them, right in front of the other, and leave her with a belly full of pups?

He smiled at the idea, lowering his muzzle down to press into that snow-white neck, making the wolf freeze and whimper. He nipped at the vulnerable flesh, rocking his hips forward just enough to jostle the lupine a bit, still buried inside of him. "A good start to our evening," he whispered, golden eyes flashing as he pulled back to look into the wide, fearful blues. "But I think you can do better."