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"Have a good day, love." The kiss of his wife lingered on Peter's lips still as he stepped up to the familiar house and put the key in the slot without even pausing.

The sleek white wolf was a lovely woman, the mother to his two children, a home maker and artist, he delighted in her. His own brawny silver body with dark points along his muzzle and limbs, his body athletic and tall, well built and powerful in a suit that cost more than his secretaries salary, they were a wonderful couple, admired and invited to high society functions for more reasons than just the fact that he was a CEO. The taste of her kiss on his lips faded away the moment he turned the door knob and opened the door into a familiar house, his bright green eyes adjusting to the darkness as he stepped in and neatly set his briefcase to one side and closed the door behind him with a gentle click as the lock slid home immediately. His dark well groomed fur fluffed up slightly while his ears tipped backwards at the soft hum of the AC blowing and the warm strangely alluring scent on the air.

"Peter." A voice murmured from further in the house. "You were almost late, let's not make a habit of that, hmm?"

"No, I don't like being late." He answered automatically, the dark furred wolf's tail falling back as he stepped forward, smoothing his paws down along his silk jacket, tugging it firmly to make it fall in the most pleasing way.

"Come to the bedroom, Peter." That voice made his mind tremble slightly and his eyes harden, some part of him snarling with rage, but he was moving, stepping down the hall and towards the bedroom, he knew where the bedroom was and what was waiting for him there.

The kitsune was on the bed, the snow white fox stretched out with his thick plush fur fluffed up along the edges of his cheeks and the line of his neck, the length of his tails spread out behind him to cushion his back as he leaned backwards against the head of a massive king sized bed. He wasn't imposing, he wasn't even clothed, he was small and slight, delicately made like any fox was, the muzzle short and delicate, the ears cupped forward and half hidden in the plush length of his fur. The blond hair was spilled down to either side of his shoulder, tightly braided and longer than any females, the ends brushing against his upper thighs as the fox's grin grew wider, sinful and wicked as one of his paws stroked along his own belly. The wolf was affronted, his mind stiff with rage as his lips curled back in an attempt at giving a baritone snarl that never came as the tip of the glistening red cock tip began to emerge from the plush low sheath.

"Oh dear, what is so wrong, Peter? Did you forget that you are working early today?" Sanmer tilted his head to one side, showing his bright white teeth. "Come to the bed, boy, and take off that suit. You don't deserve to wear clothing, whores don't get to cover their bodies."

"I.. am no.." Peter began to snarl out, but the touch on his mind tightened and turned the snarl in a groan that nearly threw him to the ground.

"The clothes, Peter, now." Sanmer snapped out, his eyes glowing as his paw wrapped around his cock, forcing the wolf's mind to buckle under.

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Sanmer watched his toy begin to undress, the custom made suit was lovely on the dark furred body, it gave him an aura of power and confidence that made his underlings tremble at the mere sound of his paws on the ground. Everyone respected him, feared him, worshiped him within his field, the moment he stepped into the office, everyone knew how to speak to him in quiet tones, almost worshiping him, but not here. The wolf pulled his jacket off, dragging the expensive fabric free and setting it aside before moving to his vest. His eyes were enraged, fighting the hold on his mind as he was forced to strip down out of his suit all the way down to his muscular exposed body, his chest showing a splash of white right beneath his neck, his powerful muscled belly tensed, his dark leathery sheath hanging free right above the twin orbs.

"It could have been so different, Peter." Sanmer murmured and quirked his finger, summoning the wolf with a flex of his power. His cock was already starting to slide free of its home. "We were supposed to be partners."

Peter tried to snarl, but he was forced to step forward towards the king sized bed, his ears reddened along the edges and burning rapidly with his humiliation. He could feel the struggle to disobey the command as he stepped forward, the kitsune rubbed along the side of his sheath, stroking his thumb up along his cock tip as the dark powerful wolf came to the edge of the bed and leaned forward onto the covers, shaking as his eyes remained angry.

"We were supposed to rise to power together, but you couldn't do that, could you?" Sanmer murmured. "Come here, Peter, I want your muzzle on my cock today."

They had once been friends, partners, working together out of college to build up a software company that had taken the market by storm. He had respected Peter, even cared for him as a friend, but had never feared the wolf. They had been a part of each others lives until he had been muscled out of their business, wording with the contract, underhanded tricks, the wolf had taken over with a smile and without an ounce of mercy. Peter had not mercy, no kindness, which made it all the more delightful to have the wolf crawling on all fours over the bed, shaking with his tail tucked between his legs as the dark larger paws moved to either side of the kitsune's hips and the broad head dropped down. The eyes were ablaze with rage as the tongue flicked out and Sanmer groaned out in pleasure as the tongue tip rolled right over his cock, teasing with a light flick that made him squirm, his cock surging out of his sheath in delight at the warm soft caress.

"That's right, Peter, do what you do best." Sanmer growled down at his former partner, reaching back to grip the scruff firmly. "You were always so delightful with your tongue, let's see if you have improved at all."

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Peter burned with humiliation as his tongue wrapped around the fox's cock tip, swallowing and rolling beneath the edge as the fox's paw gripped the scruff of his neck and gave a firm pull that forced him down. The pressure on his mind was a vice that refused to release him, he could no more disobey than he could leave the room, instead he worked the broad thickness of his tongue down in a slow stroke along the dark crimson length, rubbing all the way down towards the covered knot as a splatter of precum hit out against his tongue. It tasted salty as he was forced to close his mouth down around the stiff spire, his tongue rolling and swallowing with a slow bob down and then felt the grip on his neck forcing his muzzle to open wider so the stiff shaft glided right along the length of his tongue, the precum welling out as he closed his lips around the girth and swallowed the salty taste.

The wolf wanted to snarl, to clamp his teeth down, outraged and humiliated he was forced under the kitsune's influence to lift his head upwards, pulling inch by inch free, his tongue basking out in lavish caresses strokes that worked up and down the glossy length. One of the foot paws stretched out, he felt the toes curling up along his own low hanging sheath, teasingly pulling along the fleshy pouch as he was pushed back down again, the paw moved up behind his head and forced him lower, swallowing and nearly gagging as the cock tip began to push backwards right towards the back of his throat as his lips pushed down against the thick lips of the sheath, pushing it downwards over the thick bulge of the knot while his saliva coated in thick slippery strands of mingled precum. His breathing came out in a burst, trembling slightly as there was a low laugh above him.

"You can do better than that, pet, use your tongue, I want you to show me that you want my cum down your throat." Sanmer deliberately mocked him, making his hackles bristle as he was forced down harder, pushing the sheath over the knot to swallow it down.

He gulped, closing his lips down tightly, his tongue working in a tight circle and gliding upwards in a slow dragging pull with a wet sound as the fox arched his hips and gave a short buck higher in the air, his chin pushed down against the thick furry orbs that he knew so well. The precum welled up over the edges, coating his tongue in the hot taste of arousal as he heard the fox's drawling command to move his paw upwards, he felt the pull on his mind, helpless to struggle past it as he moved to cup right beneath the underside of the furry orbs. His fingers curled along them, gentle and kneading, rubbing along the edges as another hot jet of precum coated his muzzle and he jerked his head up higher, thick strands of saliva clung to the stiff red length as his tongue began to work around the tip, licking like he was working over a frozen treat, afraid it was going to melt too quickly, scooping up the precum from the tip and licked rapidly as the foot paw rubbed right over the opening of his sheath, making his body flare hotly.

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Sanmer leaned his head back as he felt the long thick tongue working over him, stroking and caressing in slow circles, making him arch higher in the air, stuffing his way deeper into the maw while the wolf whined out shallowly and tried to struggle free of the hold. He forced Peter to obey, the tongue began to swallow and work around his cock tip, the spurts of precum splattered out in messy strands over the dark muzzle, making him bare his teeth in satisfaction as the Peter didn't even attempt to lick it clean. He had trained the wolf well, the hold on the mind tight as he felt the hips shifting and trying to lift up higher in the air as Sanmer's foot paw kept working, rubbing right over the fat heavy cock tip that began to bulge out of its home. He rubbed his cock tip over the well groomed muzzle, smearing the precum in messy patches, marking the fur with his scent.

"What does my wolf want, hmm?" He growled and gripped the nape of the neck tightly, his claws biting down. "You were always so happy to put me beneath you, we both know that you wanted to be under me, you've always wanted that."

"Please... Sanmer.." The wolf panted out, Peter's eyes almost desperate as his head was allowed to lift up, the precum coated the lips while the elegant features were struggling to fight his way free of the hold on his mind.

"You beg so sweetly, my wolf." Sanmer let out an approving growl. "Like a bitch in heat, perhaps that's what went wrong, I should have done this when we first began to work together. Turn around and lift your tail, Peter."

The wolf's ears flattened back, the growl was trying to break free as his powerful muscular body began to shake, his teeth flashing ever so slightly, but Sanmer was already moving. His cock jutted up free form his sheath as the wolf remained posed on all fours on the bed. He wouldn't give in so easily, even with the grip on his mind, Peter was still fighting, but it mattered little to the kitsune. He flicked his thick tails behind him as he reached into the bed side drawer and dragged out the familiar gear, the leather well worn and cared for as Peter tried to jerk his way off the bed, barely moving to one side before the kitsune reached out and grabbed the scruff of the dark neck and shook out the thick broad collar. Peter tried to reach out and grab the collar off, but only whined out as the kitsune clamped his hold down harder and made him cringe as he worked the leather under and around the neck.

"Now be a good boy, Peter, you don't want to be punished do you?" Sanmer jerked the leather taut, making his former partner let out a rough gagging sound as his head was jerked up. "Or perhaps you do?"

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The collar was tight, hurting his throat, but not as badly as his pride was injured when the collar was attached to a leash and tied off to the head of the bed so that his muzzle was forced up against the padded head board. His tail was forced upwards behind him, a leather cuff was used to wrap around the base and a thick leather strand held it up obscenely high along the line of his back as the fox forced him to bare his pale pink pucker to his rival. He tried to tuck it down, he could feel the cool air against the back of his balls and pucker as the smaller fox's paws ran along the line of his back in a slow stroke that had him whimpering out as the hold raked teasingly down the length of his back. He twisted, jerking his paws up towards the collar but the movement was broken with a clap of a paw against the curve of his ass.

"Hands down, Peter, you know your place." Sanmer commanded as the wolf whined out shallowly, the hold on his mind brutally tight while the soft white body rested along his broad muscular back. "My pretty little bitch, perhaps this is why you screwed me out of partnership."

No no no... god no.. Peter whined out shallowly, the sound feral sounding as something hot and hard rubbed right up against his tightened pucker.

One of the kitsune's paw wrapped around the back of his collar, using it like a handhold as the cock tip nudged and ground itself against his anal passage firmly, the hot breath hit against his ears as the kitsune stood above him, the legs splayed to either side as the hot slimy tip began to wedge himself into his passage with a hot dribble of precum. His tight ring splayed open, wider and wider, sliding itself around the tip as Peter let out a snarling cry of outrage as he felt the forceful push forward with a slow steady drive, the hips edging forward as his inner walls were stretched wide. He clutched down tightly, trying to squeeze the invading member from his body, but the moment he tried to stop the boned shaft from driving into his ass the fox let out a sharp snarl, white teeth snapped against his ear before there was a rough powerful thrust that drove forward and forced his head harder against the head board.

The vulpine cock plunged into his body, stretching him open, forcing him to mold around the girth as if he were made for the fox. The wet smear of saliva and precum both helped lubricate the way as he heard Sanmer groaning out against his ear, the hard thickness of the knot wedged up against his outer wall. He felt the heavy furry orbs clapped up against his own as he felt himself starting to spread open wider and wider. The knot started to push forward, grinding and making him whine out, his lips curled back in a silent humiliated snarl as the fox dragged his hips backwards, pulling with a smooth stroke that caressed through his body and made him shudder as he felt the glassy smooth girth pulling all the way back. The cock tip slipped out with a wet noise, strands of precum spilling down along the back of his balls messily before the cock drove forward, impaling him once again and making him cry out with a ragged cry as the knot drove itself up against his anal ring.

"What's this, Peter? Are you enjoying yourself this much?" Sanmer's paw moved down along his hip, the belly and chest rested heavily along his own as the fingers trailed up and cupped right against his sheath.

"N-no..." He tried to protest, his tail twitching in an attempt to cover himself up helplessly as the knot rubbed through him. The fox's paw began to run along the length of his drooping cock, tightening with a powerful hold as the stroke downwards began to pull the pouch downwards to reveal more and more of his larger cock.

The fox's hips worked against him, a short drag backwards and thrust forward, teasing the length of the shaft through his tightening passage, the muscles clamping down tightly as the paw rubbed along his exposed length. The thumb rubbed right up along the tip, stroking right along the opening and forcing his shaft to push outwards as Sanmer gave a powerful thrust forward, the hips clapping against his own as the knot plunged forward and stretched his taut ring open. He was stretched open obscenely wide, the swelling flesh throbbing and sending out a jet of precum as the knot sank home with a wet sound, pushing right over his prostate and shocking him into bucking his hips into the gripping cock that squeezed down towards his thick base. The smaller fox jerked backwards, dragging his knot free with a popping sound before plunging forward again, deliberately working the knot right along the ridge of his prostate as the paw teased him.

Sanmer knew his body, knew how to make him react, even as his ears flattened down and he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to think of his lovely wife, of anyone and anything beside the diminutive fox pumping inside of him. The knot pushed inwards, every time it ran along his prostate, making his cock throbbing and leaping up against the paw that teased him, the fingers kneaded along the length of his shaft, pulling slowly, rubbing towards the tip as his knot slipped free of the pouch, his hips shuddering and bucking forward. The small delicate muzzle nipped right against the back of his neck, the hot breath panted against him as the knot pushed and dragged through his body, popping in and out, pushing forward and grinding right along his prostate, pushing and dragging as his inner walls clamped down tightly over the vulpine cock, squeezing and pulling along the length as his hips gave a shuddering buck forward, spilling precum over the finger tips.

"Good little bitch, you finally know your place, don't you?" Sanmer murmured, his voice rough as his cock plunged forward again, driving his sheath right up against his pucker before pulling out past the clamping muscles. "Tail up and bent over."

Peter jerked his hips forward, plunging forward with a stroke along the palm of the paw that rubbed along the boned length, reaching down and gripping the base of his cock with a clutching squeeze that made him buck backwards. The knot sank home again with a plunging thrust that forced him to stretch open wider and wider, his walls stretching wider and wider as a spurt of precum erupted out from his tip. His jaws opened wider with a ragged cry as the hips jerked backwards, jerking against the knot, trying to drag free of his body, but it was too thick, his inner walls contracted down tightly, grinding it right along his prostate. The fingers working along his throbbing cock began to slip away, moving to his side, slipping higher up to grip him as he writhed to push forward, grinding right along the line of his own belly.

Sanmer's thrusts became faster and harder, the hips clapping against his hips, the balls slapping against his own, jostling them back and forth as the weight pressed down heavily against his own. Peter's cock was swollen and thickening heavily, trying to grind against himself helplessly as the fox's hands dragged him backwards, pulling the collar taut around his neck as the knot began to swell wider and wider. The wolf let out a ragged sound, his lips curling back as the cock began to throb and twitch, the white balls pulling up tight before the fox's hips gave another thrust forward, seating the cock deep inside of his taut ass. The first hot splatter of kitsune cum poured out of the tip and into his body, flung in deep inside of him as Peter's walls squeezed down around the thick knotted shaft locked inside of him, the paws bit down tightly against either side of the hips. The claws raked firmly, dragging along the curve of his hips tightly, rope after rope of seed pouring into his bound body as he heard the fox growling out in pleasure.

Peter was left shaking, feeling the sticky warmth spilling along his passage as his cock remained heavy and hard beneath his belly, humiliatingly needy as his 'master' licked hotly along the back of his ear and gave a firm nip. As soon as he escaped this place he would find a way to make the kitsune pay, he would turn the bastard into little more than a mewling penniless bitch. He would see justice done.

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The door shut firmly behind Peter, not even a word spoken as he stepped out into the light of day, his body aching faintly and the scent of fox still clung to his muzzle heavily. He blinked a few times as the sun shown down in streaks through the tall oak trees and dappling his dark black coat while he turned his head about and blinked a little bit. There was a flash, a feeling of pressure and he drew in a breath and gave himself a shake. The taste of his wife's kiss lingered on his lips as he stepped out onto the front walkway and began heading towards his car, he could still smell her perfume on the air and the way that she had had clung to him as he had surprised her this morning with a round of love making. A smile curled the edges of his lips as he reached his car and thumbed the key fob to unlock the doors, it was going to be a good day. It was always a good day when he started it by making love to his beautiful wife, it could only get better.

Sanmer grinned to himself from the window as his toy left the same way he did every time he was summoned to the house. Sometimes he came every day for a week, other days only once or twice, but he never remembered once he stepped out into the sunlight, he would remember nothing until he padded back into the house again and was faced with his matter. The kitsune let out a low laugh and let the curtain fall back over the window and gave a stretch, his tails flicking out behind him. Perhaps he would summon Peter back tomorrow, it was a shame that he hadn't painted that muzzle with his cum before he had left. It was always amusing to send the wolf to work with his breath reeking of fox sex. And not a single one of his underlings would dare say a word, they respected and feared him too much. Foolish creatures.