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Kits quietly skulked in the rain-dampened bushes. The heavy downpour was blocked partially by the thick leaves of his erstwhile sanctuary, and partially by the leather jacket that clung awkwardly to him, far too small for his beefy frame. He had clothes that fit his linebackerlike body better, but tonight he was not just himself. He was putting on a show as a very specific style of dom. Personal pride demanded showmanship, passion, and, above all, power. The wolf had been tipped off by Petrocolus that the man of the house, Shiro, paid good money for a dom to invade his home and making the place (and Shiro) his own. Petrocolus had done the job for a time to keep himself entertained, but since the money was meaningless to the wealthy bull he had told Kits of the opportunity in a show of uncharacteristic charity.

This had led the wolf into casing the house like some sort of brawny burglar. Kits wasn't stupid. For all he stumbled over the local language, he was descended from the canny predators who had conquered the north, and he had circled the house to gather clues as cautiously as his ancestors had circled castles. Shiro seemed to be a well-off akita, well into middle age with a wife and one or more children. Both had conveniently left for vacation, leaving Shiro himself alone in the house. While the family had left in one car with suitcases and beach gear, Shiro had left with his usual suit and briefcase in the second. Kits had returned later in the day to this well-hidden vantage point. He had made sure the second-story bedroom window was unlocked and that even a brute like him could fit through. All that remained was for the akita to return.

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Shiro pulled into the garage quietly, exiting his car with the smooth apathy of familiarity. Hanye and the kids were waiting at the hotel for him, and he was a short shower and clothes change away from joining them. He left his briefcase in the kitchen as he jogged up the stairs as swiftly as his chubby frame could carry him. Once in the master bedroom, he began rapidly undressing, scrutinizing his form in the mirror.

While he wasn't young or fit anymore, his blunt muzzle and sharp ears gave his face dignity, just as his stocky frame, barrel chest, and muscular legs made his paunch a sign of heft and strength rather than slovenliness. His striking coloration traced down his body; his chest and forearms a crisp white while his face and back were so brown they were nearly black. His belly and crotch had decided to split the difference, settling on a light, creamy café au lait color that went from navel to tailbase, punctuated only by his fat sheath standing out from the sea of warm pale-brown fur as an island of white. His entire body was an exercise in thickness: his spare tire counterbalanced by his powerful neck and massive arms, his chubby jowls surrounding a strong square jaw. He woofed softly in satisfaction. While women hadn't been lining up around the corner, his wife certainly didn't complain. He scratched his sheath idly as he stepped towards the bathroom, ready to rinse off the sweat from work.

He didn't make it. His head whipped around as he heard a soft snarl and he found himself looking up into the face of some shaggy, soggy wolf. The young male was built quite similarly to him, though scaled up and slightly skinnier from his youthful metabolism. His more pointed muzzle, cast in a cruel snarl, was covered in thick facial hair, giving him the look of a rough hooligan or one of the reaver-packs of ages past. Where Shiro was white and brown, this wolf was silver and grey, with a shock of reflective headfur kept in a messy ponytail. He was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and heavy lupine workboots. The window behind him swung open partially with the wind, exposing his means of entrance.

"You speak Karran?" The wolf snarled, looming over the heavyset akita.

"Some. A little." Shiro pinned his ears back in worry, too surprised by the entrance of what looked to be a burglar to ask any of his own questions.

"Good. I sound like a dipshit in Rao still. Your name is Shiro, and you're willing to pay for the right kind of guy to show you who's boss, aren't you?"

Shiro stiffened, the worry that this was a criminal replaced with a thrill of fear and arousal, followed by a flush of shame. Petro had come through. He nodded eagerly.

"Yeah!"

The right hook came too fast to follow, nothing on the wolf moving but his fist and right foot as he delicately curved his body into the strike, sending Shiro to the floor more from the shock of the crack of fist across muzzle than the force of the blow. Before he could lift himself back up, the wolf was crouched down, a snarling, leering form over his head.

"Looks like Petro never took the time to teach you manners. When I ask you a question, it's 'Yes Sir.' or 'No Sir.'" He gripped Shiro by the scruff, angling up the akita's muzzle to make eye contact. Shiro's chocolatey, expressive eyes bounced against the hard green of the wolf's as he waffled between respectfully meeting his gaze and looking down submissively. "That understood?" the words were a soft snarl in Shiro's ears.

"Y-yes, Sir." Shiro blushed furiously, humiliated by the wolf's treatment of him. His sheath was already swelling.

"Good. Go get the money, bitch." The wolf stood up and hopped casually onto the bed, his muddy boots scraping across the floral bedspread. He put his hands behind his head lazily, continuing his predatory stare at the akita. Shiro blanched and took a long, nervous look at the wolf's crotch. The fabric stretched lewdly against powerful legs and provocative bulge. "Once I see it, we'll get down to business."

Shiro practically ran down the stairs, breath coming in ragged, nervous pants from fear and excitement, his curled tail wagging furiously. Once in the kitchen his stubby fingers fumbled at the catch on the knife drawer, and he pulled out the thick roll of cash with shaking hands. Counting carefully, he measured out 400 dollars. He didn't want to consider what the wolf would do to him if he was shorted. His heart thudded in his thick chest as he climbed the stairs, a little slower now that his legs were jellylike with dread and desire.

Kits was stretched out on the bed, the heavy boots having scraped mud in intricate patterns over the salmon-colored coverlet, a fat cigar tucked into one side of his jaw. The wolf stared at his prey disdainfully as he lit it.

"You got the money?"

Shiro quavered, ears pinned back.

"Y-Yes Sir. Would you like-"

"Throw it over."

The akita lobbed it, his aim spoiled by his nervous shaking. The dom caught it handily, taking a slow puff of his cigar and grimacing in annoyance. He looked down to count the money as he spoke.

"You throw like a bitch. Do you lift tail like one too?"

Shiro paused. Part of him wanted to go "Yesyesyesyes..." eagerly and lift tail right there, offer himself up to the snarling, mocking brute ruining his bed. To get plowed by a bigger, stronger male until he couldn't walk. To be mounted like the slutty breeding bitch of an akita that he was. But at the same time, the thought of admitting he loved abuse by hulking jocks who broke into his home made his ears splay and his cheeks redden in shame. He suspected a negative response would just bring the athlete's wrath down on him again. He pawed at the ground fearfully, trying to come up with an acceptable response even as the sense of urgency made him feel more and more incapable of speech.

"No matter. You will when I'm done." The wolf barked casually as he stood up, putting the cigar out on the bedspread and walking over.

He was fearsomely attractive, making Shiro shake in submission just by his presence, unsure whether resistance would earn a harsh reaffirmation of hierarchy, or a harsher savaging by those sharp teeth. He was built much like Shiro, but scaled up, a head and a half taller than the stocky canine, with maybe 50 pounds on him. Where Shiro's thick bulk was covered in a short, sleek, plush pelt, the wolf had a shaggier coat. All the better to hold in the sharp, spicy odors of his musk, which filled Shiro's nose and made his tail flick up instinctively. Where Shiro's barrel chest held up a middle-age paunch, the wolf still had youthful pectoral muscles and a compact musclegut. Shiro's arms were solid; the wolf's had clear delineations under his silvery pelt. Shiro was so caught up in looking over the intruder that already held him in thrall that when the wolf kicked his legs out from under him, he sprawled in an unceremonious heap. Before he was quite sure what had happened, a huge, muddy boot was crushing his muzzle against the floor. Gritty dirt and cold mud ground into his cheek as the jock snarled above him.

"Lick my boot, bitch."

Shiro whined pathetically, ears laid flat. This wasn't what he was into. Which made the dom above him demanding this humiliating act all the more arousing. His lower body wriggled in uncomfortable arousal, hating and loving that his erection was sliding out in response to this command. He scrunched his eyes up and stuck his tongue out slowly, inching towards the grimy shoe.

A ruddy sun of pain flared awake in his gut as the other boot kicked into him hard. He yelped involuntarily as he writhed in pain, unable to breathe. Gasping and choking, he tried to move, but the paw halfway on his face clamped down easily, preventing him from resisting.

"Faggot, when I give you an order, you do it, got it? You take too long and I'm going to make you beg to have a second chance." Another deep, muddy thump into his solar plexus made Shiro howl long and low in pain, sobbing a bit. The dull, fiery ache blossoming through his diaphragm gave way to panicked weakness as he struggled to breathe. His core spasmed twice as aching tendrils spread towards his nuts and chest. Feeling hot pre trickle down his throbbing erection somehow made it worse. His cock was a traitor in all this, adoring the beating and humiliation. He wondered for a moment how his muzzle wasn't snapping like a twig with all the weight atop it when the other foot kicked him, and the answer came with the third kick, as the weight shifted onto the wolf's heel for the duration. Shiro coughed and whimpered in agony, feeling about to throw up. He gasped a bit in terror.

"P-please let me lick your boot! Please Sir!"

Shiro nearly wept in relief as he felt the wolf's weight shift, allowing him up just enough to stroke his thick tongue across the filth on one of the dom's boots. He gagged at the salty, metallic grit that flooded his tongue, smelling of mildew and grass. The boot pulled away and Shiro curled into a ball, gasping softly in relief. Kits fanned out the money like a peacock's tail, flashing his gaudy supremacy over his new toy.

"Wolves keep their bargains. When you handed the cash over, that was it. Until the end of the night, you're more mine than this money is, fuckbitch. Got it?"

Shiro started to roll over to face the wolf, and got a firm boot on his chest in reaction. He whined softly in fear and felt his erection throb painfully for a shameful moment before he realized no blow was coming. He felt a small rush of relief, followed by a vague disappointment at not getting another sample of the strength of the male atop him.

"I don't understand, sir. More yours than the money? Isn't the money yours now?" Shiro held back "I paid you for this" from his words, suddenly feeling the egalitarian transaction of buyer and seller too presumptuous to reinforce.

"Yes, but..." the boot slid down his chest, making him shiver as it passed the sore spot on his gut to rest threateningly over his fat sheath and fatter balls. "Money doesn't care who owns it. Those bills are mine, but it doesn't matter to them. You though, you want to be owned. And used. And clearly the property of some real man like me or Petro."

Shiro's erection throbbed at the words. He tried to speak, unsure whether in agreement or disgust, but all that came out was a soft, whimpery whine of desire and submission. He wanted this so badly he was salivating. The hairy, stinking brute of a wolf atop him was in charge now and the chubby akita could only think of how badly he wanted that.

"So what did that bull do to you? He's a sick fuck, you know. Even by my standards. Old noble House. They get away with keeping gelded slaves, and I hear he has 5 wives waiting for him when he graduates." The muddy boot pressed down on his sac, the pressure negligible but the threat heavy and potent. "Still have your balls, feels like." The wolf wiped his mud off on the dog's fat nuts. "Are the kids yours? Or is one of them a...bull-dog?" Kits barked a harsh laugh at his own pun.

Shiro felt the color drain from his face. The idea was so offensive that he almost stood up. Almost. His entire body shook with anger and humiliation. Here was a dirty meathead punk atop him making jokes about the parentage of his children, insulting his wife and his balls! Shiro could feel his lips crawling up as he began to bare his fangs. Petro took care of his property, not like this stinking, arrogant puppy.

The boot slowly crushed down on his nuts, sending out a wave of nauseating pain that echoed about inside him. Shiro moaned, the fire of defiance doused out instantly as he went fetal in agony.

"I asked a question, fucktoy. I'd hate to wreck a pair even Petrocolus of House-fucking-Tipocidion thought worth keeping."

"I don't knooooowww..." Shiro howled, disgusted and furious and so painfully hard his erection hurt worse than his balls. "Hanye's...faithful..."

"Oh, brother, we both know that's not true. But it's not my place to pry." The boot slid off Shiro's mud-covered pair and he gasped in relief. Kits towered over the abused akita, leering. "Might be my place to give her the hot dick of a real man next time you two go out trawling, though. Anyways, I don't know what you like from a dom, and I don't really care. But I *am* curious what Petro made you do. I bet you've learned to love those tasks."

Shiro blushed hotly, the memories of what the brick-red bull made him do earning a thick spurt of pre onto his belly.

"Y-yes sir."

The muddy boots clomped around to near his muzzle. Shiro couldn't see the wolf now, just the black leather and laces of the muddy workboots. He shut his eyes and gave the instep another worshipful lick. He couldn't help it. The mildewy, mineral taste of mud blossomed on his tongue, making him bite back a retch. Kits squatted and looked the abused dog in the eye.

"If Petro is the same way off the field as he is on it, I'm guessing he was direct, demanding, and cared only about getting his dick wet. He wouldn't make you work for his cock, he'd just throw you down and mount you like you were his cow."

Shiro blushed, nodding slowly. His entire body was shaking, his breath coming in excited, terrified gasps. He could smell Kits from here, above the mud. A bitter spiciness that made his ears curl back submissively and his tail arch up, a sad and comical sight from the floor. He loved what the wolf was doing to him, and he hated himself for loving it, and he hated the wolf for doing it to him, and he loved that he hated it. Panicked, lusty thoughts chased each other in circles as he tried to make sense of why he was tenderly scrubbing the taste of dirt and grass off a stranger's shoe.

"Which is why I'm going to make you work for it!" The wolf said brightly. "And beg for it. I bet you've never had to beg a guy to beat you up, have you?"

Shiro winced. His tail was lifted in need. "No Sir."

"We'll see if tonight is your first time."

Kits stood and tossed his jacket onto the bed. The wolf was powerfully muscled but burly rather than toned, with a body made for tackling, grappling, and rutting. The steely grey coloration of his pelt was split with a shock of silvery chest hair that traced a jagged trail down into his pants, cleaving his brawny form into silver symmetries. The wolf lifted his arm, revealing another shock of paler pubic fur.

"I want you to lick my pits clean, and I want you to talk about how much you love it while you do."

Shiro looked up, struggling to hide his disgust even as he licked his chops experimentally. It couldn't taste worse than muddy boot, could it? The wolf leered down at him through half-lidded eyes, an enigmatic smile glinting with the slightest hint of fang. Shiro stood slowly, his posture still one of crouched subservience as he brushed his blunt muzzle up the side of the brutish canine in front of him. Inhaling deeply, the akita whimpered softly in a mix of distaste and excitement. The rougher guard hairs of the wolf's coat tickled his nose, but as he nuzzled further he hit the softer undercoat that was trapping the musky, spicy sweat of the wolf. Unable to control himself, he slobbered out his tongue and took a slow, yearning lick.

There was salt there, and a delicate oily bitterness that seemed to slide up his tongue into the back of his throat and fill his nose. He grimaced in disgust at the taste and took another lick upwards, the metallic pubic fur bumping against his nose as he reached the pit. It reeked in here, a harsh odor of sweat and power and virility that made the chubby akita moan softly and shut his eyes, nuzzling into the bush shamefully.

"You like it, don't you?"

Shiro clenched his eyes and nodded, nuzzling in deeper. He could feel the stink of another male rubbing into the fur of his face, thin layers of sweat and pheromones soaking into his face as the wolf marked his territory.

"Yes Sir."

"Tell me why."

Shiro began panting, feeling oddly flushed and hot, like he had been exerting himself. The scent of the wolf was a constant companion on his tongue, a rough pungent saltiness that tightened his throat and quickened his breath. It was disgusting, but at the same time he was licking his chops, salivating at the haline musk.

"B-because you smell powerful. You don't smell good," Shiro winced, expecting a blow. None was forthcoming. "-but I can't help wanting to smell you. You smell like you're in control, and when I groom you, then I smell like you." Embarrassed, he resumed his ministrations.

Kits chuckled. Shiro's tongue felt wonderful pressing against his sweaty pit, growing damper with each worshipful lick.

"And you like smelling like me, don't you?" He brought his arm down firmly, pinning Shiro's face in the hollow of his armpit.

The akita whined in surprise before snuffling about and giving another slow lick. There wasn't much air in here, and what there was stank of dominant wolf. The heat, humidity, and scent on his face made Shiro whimper as his erection bobbed needily and showered stringy sprays of pre across the floor. His nose was burning now, and his tail was hiked up as high as he could lift it. He was licking the sweat out of a jock's pits and all he could think of was how much he wanted to please the beast making him do it.

The silver-furred brute lifted his arm with a grin, watching the akita's ruddy length spurt pathetically onto his muddy boots. With a jerk of his head he commanded the dog to the other side of his body, and without hesitation Shiro circled around to lick and nuzzle at the fresh pit. Kits snarled softly, loving the feel of the warm, thick tongue eagerly slurping at his fur.

"Beg for my dick. I'm going to ensure you've learned your place before you get what you want."

Shiro stopped mid-lick, mouth open and eyes shut in bliss. He moaned softly in need before he could stop himself, the cry of a bitch in heat. He didn't want to leave his warm and stinking gaol. He began methodically lapping at the sweat-slick fur in front of him.

"Please fuck me, Sir."

"Louder." The wolf grunted impatiently, looming over the akita. "Say it like you mean it, slut."

Shiro looked up, oddly ashamed to have let Kits down. He stopped his grooming, pinned back his ears apologetically, and tried to shout out an authoritative request. His need to be mounted and filled by the big grey beast made his voice a greedy, helpless whine.

"Sir, please, fuck me!" he blubbered, his "authoritative request" pathetic even to his own ears.

Kits glared down at him, steely and proud and cruel. The wolf narrowed his eyes as he growled dismissively, his own voice rising now.

"Louder! I make mewling puppies, I don't fuck them!"

Shiro dropped to his knees. He wanted this. He had always wanted this, but earlier tonight he had merely been willing to spend hundreds of dollars on it. Now he *really* wanted it.

"Please Sir! I want your cock so bad! I want to feel you inside me making me a bitch, I want to feel you blasting your load into my guts! I need your knot in me while I leave a wet spot on the floor. Please! I'll do anything!"

Kits smiled grimly, his teeth flashing predatorily in the rainy gloom.

"Sounds like some little bitch knows his place now. We should commemorate you finding your true home: under a wolf."

The zipper sliding open thundered above Shiro far louder than it actually was. The chubby dog sat up and inhaled deeply, catching teasing wisps of the scent of the wolf. The sharp, spicy musk of sweat overlaid with the sweeter smell of arousal issued from Kits's unzipped fly as he pulled his meaty, silvery sheath out. The whole of it filled the wolf's paws comfortably, as thick as the rest of his and Shiro's forms, and the dark red tip was already out, staring down at the submissive akita.

Shiro flinched in surprise as the spray of hot, stinking piss hit his front. The pelt on his chest and stomach sopped it up and rapidly matted to his body, covering him with aromatic warmth followed by the chill of cooling wolf urine. He could smell the tattered remains of his own scent being washed out by the dominant beast atop him, and he whimpered in fear and arousal as he looked up at the source. Kits snarled teasingly at him, eying the bitch he was scent-marking with the same lewd disinterest he would a urinal.

"You like that, huh? Looking forward to going to your wife reeking of a real man?"

Shiro blushed brighter as the wolf's spray poured over his erection and pubic fur, covering it in the same domineering warmth. He moved his hands toward his own painful, ruddy erection as it throbbed and drooled pre onto the floor at each word. A muddy boot ended their movement teasing inches from his painfully erect manhood.

"You're mine still. You cum when I say. Not before, not after. Got it?"

A frustrated, eager whine escaped his lips before he could control himself. Whether by luck or intent he was silenced instead by the scalding blast of piss across his face. He choked and gasped as the wolf's bitter territorial claim invaded his nostrils and mouth. His tongue lolled out as he gagged again, oblivious to the removal of the foot and flow of urine.

"You kiss your wife, she's gonna smell me on your breath. Might make her jealous." He grinned cruelly at the hacking, wriggling akita on the floor below him. "Don't feel bad, I have something for you to kiss, too."

As the wolf let his flaccid, veiny manhood rest against his jeans in front of Shiro, the akita struggled to lift himself up. His breath came in pained gasps from fear and the kicks to the gut, he smelled like a locker-room urinal, and all he could focus on was the thick lupine cock dangling in front of him. He mindlessly lunged at it, hungrily nuzzling, sniffing, and licking the cock now rubbing against his face. Kits had to grab him by the scruff of his neck to keep him from collapsing face-first against it.

Shiro exhaled softly, whimpering in need and desire like a bitch in heat, but too desperate to please the wolf to rush any step. Kits's cock was dark red and throbbing a shade darker with every aroused pulse, the sub's touch enough to wake it to action. Shiro brushed his blunt black nose across it, inhaling deeply, feeling the rough, bitter scents of an alpha wolf sparking primal fear, arousal, and submission in the dark recesses of his brain. He grabbed it with both hands, savoring its heft and length as he kissed at the tip, wincing at the few stray drops of urine's acrid bite, and took the tip into his muzzle.

Kits raised his head and shut his eyes as he moaned in pleasure, gripping Shiro's head firmly even as he became momentarily distracted from his showmanship by the marvelous tongue enveloping his cock. The akita had a wide, generous muzzle that he devoted utterly to his dick. The hot, slobbery tongue enveloped the lower half and sides of Kits's penis with yielding warmth even as the sub worked his way upwards on his length.

Shiro was in heaven. The wolf's cock was hot and hard in his muzzle now, tongued to erection in a matter of moments once the chubby akita had started in on it. The tip's slit oozed syrupy, salty-sweet pre in reaction to each firm lick from the dog. Shiro snuffled and grunted in animal pleasure as he slurped, his breath coming faster now as he rocked his muzzle back and forth along the near-black wolfhood filling his muzzle. His jaws were stretched by the girth, his tongue messily curling about the taut skin as he strained to service as much as he could.

"I'm only halfway in. Let me fix that." Shiro felt the hands tighten their grip and whimpered in fear, knowing what would come next.

Kits snarled softly, grinding his bitch's face deeper onto his cock, feeling the tight, sucking grip as Shiro's throat was forced open and his cock slid into it. The akita's throat bulged with the effort, his eyes squinting shut and ears pinning back as he struggled with the gag reflex he hadn't quite suppressed and the angular, aching pressure of a hard lupine erection forcing his upper body straight.

Shiro gasped as the hard maleness left his throat, near-yipping in relief. The next downstroke of the wolf into his muzzle and throat was less painful but just as shocking as the first. With smooth, rhythmic thrusts the wolf fucked his face, forcefully levering Shiro's jaws open and letting spurts of slobber mixed with pre jet from the corners of the akita's muzzle.

The chubby sub gasped and choked, doing his best to relax and let the wolf do with him as he would. He felt fluids from him and the wolf both oozing down the inside and outside of his throat, his mouth too stretched and pinned to make any coherent motions now, just numbly worshiping the manhood forced into him. The wet slap of balls against his chin and the low, eager snarl of the wolf above him were the only companions with him as his world shrank to the focal point of wolf penis and his aching muzzle. The smooth, veiny length rammed into him, sinking deep, gushing pre down his throat, and yanking back up just as swiftly. His breathing reached a steady, hypnotic rhythm in counterpoint to the thrusts, his body reduced to a warm, wet receptacle for the meaty cock he worshipped. He was so centered on servicing the length in his jaws that when it pulled out fully and didn't return, he dazedly overbalanced and fell onto his face, mewling and panting in need.

"I'm going to knot you now. If I did it in your muzzle I'd break your jaw. But my knot *is* going inside you. You know what that means, don't you?"

Shiro whined from the floor. "Y-yes, Sir." He was a good bitch now.

Kits sauntered around to the rear of the akita, long streamers of dog drool and wolf pre swaying from his erection with each step. The sub's curly tail was already lifted so high his back was arched. The tail started wagging in anticipation at the heavy thump of Kits's pants to the floor as the wolf knelt behind him, and the chocolatey ears flattened as he felt Kits's muscular thighs force his own chubbier pair apart. The wolf reached down with almost clinical detachment and squeezed Shiro's drippy erection slowly. The akita moaned and shivered, slumping a bit at the unexpected touch on his needy manhood.

"Don't get excited, fuckbait. I'm just going to lube you up with your own pre."

The lupine hand milked him slowly a few times, and while Shiro knew the wolf couldn't care less he savored the feeling of the strong paw along his cock. His hips contracted involuntarily as he thrust forward in need, spurting several streamers of clear pre even as he neared orgasm. The cool snarl of the wolf above kept him from going over the edge, but he could feel his knot slipping out of his sheath from that touch alone.

Kits pulled his hand back, slimy and dripping with the dog's fluids. Pulling the curly tail up further away, he pressed his thumb against the pink, clenched hole facing him. Shiro's rump clamped down tight, squeezing shut in fear or excitement or defiance. Kits licked his chops hungrily. Resistance. He loved that. With an eager growl he circled his thumb against the pucker as firmly as he could, smearing it with the salty, stringy gel of the akita even as his own tip drooled into the sodden pubic fur of the bitch below him. He continued his application until his paw was gliding over Shiro's now-soaked ring, the chubby akita lifting his head and moaning as the wolf played with his delicate opening. Kits snarled softly under his breath in excitement at the velvety texture of Shiro's pucker, the anticipation almost as good as the penetration would be. The akita shivered, recognizing the sound of a dominant wolf when he heard it.

Kits lined his cock up against the dark pink rosebud that flexed between the akita's creamy cheeks, and sank his shaft into the whimpering bitch below. Shiro whined as it slid into him, inch after inch of thick, veiny dick spreading his rump open. Even with all the lube, his body was being forced to accept a basic fact: Petro had been big, but he was mostly long. Kits was *thick*, and the few inches the bull had over the wolf seem to have been added directly to the wolf's diameter. Shiro could do nothing more than kneel, slumped and submissive as he was mounted by the type of cruel jock he worshipped.

Kits closed his eyes and snarled in pleasure as he hilted up to his budding knot in Shiro. The akita's ring was almost virginally snug, and it kept straining to close against the invasive pole of wolf meat forced into it. It was hot, and wet, and tight, and for all the posing and posturing Kits really did enjoy the feel of another male forced into submission beneath him. Satisfied he had struck deep enough to warm his new toy up, he began plowing the fat akita in earnest, returning to the tempo he had reached while churning his pre into froth in Shiro's mouth moments ago.

Shiro moaned and did his best to satisfy the wolf reaming his ass, but between the size, the force, and the pleasure of the fat canine dick thrusting into him all he could do was eagerly offer himself up, lifting his tail and arching his back as Kits hammered into him. He could feel the slimy rod pushing around inside him, striking against his prostate and beginning to squish and squelch from the accumulating wolf pre inside his guts. His cheeks burned, his body instinctually aware of the humiliation that he was being mounted by a bigger, stronger, more virile male. His own chubby cock throbbed against his belly, painfully erect and callously untouched.

Kits was so close from fucking the eager akita's face he could blow whenever he wanted to, but he held back and continued roughly breeding the dog beneath him. Shiro was a stinking, sloppy mess of drool and pre and piss, coated so thoroughly in Kits's scent that for the next week, everyone around would smell that he was property of a big bad wolf. To finish would be to end his performance, and right now Shiro was a masterpiece: rump raised, eyes shut, and a low, blissful moan coming from his meaty jowls as he lifted his rump eagerly for each thrust. He was just a warm wet hole for the jock to dump cum, and he knew it and he loved it. Kits didn't want to disrupt Shiro learning his place so fully. Unfortunately, he also had a knot aching to be buried inside a bitch, and in the end his balls had priority over his brain.

Shiro could feel when the wolf was primed to tie. Already stretched by the thickest cock he'd had in years, the extra girth of the knot sent a rush of terror and desire through him. He felt the fat fist of meat hammering into him, lewd pre-filled squelchings punctuated with the smack of flesh on flesh. He relaxed his battered ring and invited it in. He was a bitch, made to be bred, and he couldn't wait to feel the snarling wolf atop him tie him and pump him full of seed.

Kits grunted in surprise as he sank further, his heavy knot finally pushing past Shiro's ring and adding a whole new volume to the violated akita's body. The hot, slimy grip on the base of his knot made him shudder as his balls drew up and the bitch below him moaned needily. The muscular wolf tugged twice, his knot straining against Shiro's abused rump, and then pushed himself in as deep as he could go. With a proud, victorious howl he erupted deep within the dog beneath him. Scalding sprays of wolf seed poured into Shiro, leaving a hot, heavy weight inside his guts. Droplets oozed from the messy tie that bound the two canines together. Shiro didn't care. He was more focused on not emptying his balls against the orders of the pack alpha above him. As Kits recovered his speech, still pulsing deep in his bitch, he leaned in close to the submissively-pinned ears.

"It's okay, slut. Let it out."

The words tried to send Shiro over the edge, but there was no room inside the akita to orgasm. Kits's cock had filled it up. The pressure on his prostate was unbearable. Shiro felt himself trying to cum, but unable to clamp down in the normal way from all the wolf inside him. He whimpered in panicked need, the forces inside him overwhelming but not letting him escape over the edge. Instead, he found himself straining against the fat knot deep in his guts, clenching on it to milk himself. With a shameful moan his body shivered and he oozed out a load of thick akita cream onto the floor, juiced out by the veiny erection inside him. No spurts, no spasms, just his own seed fucked out of him by the virile jock above.

Kits grinned cruelly as he felt the chocolatey canine beneath him struggle to cum, and give himself up utterly to the male atop him. He smelled the musky alkaline aroma as Shiro's balls spilled themselves onto the carpet. With a careful breath he yanked himself out. Hard. Shiro screamed and spasmed again, not quite done with his orgasm and now gapingly empty.

"Good fuck, faggot. If your wife ever needs a real man to give her some fun, call me."

Dripping, stinking, crawling, Shiro clambered over to lap and nuzzle at the fat red cock that had just reamed him. The chubby akita rubbed his face against the slimy cock and heavy nuts that had done this to him. His tailhole flexed submissively, empty and oozing.

"Yes sir."

Kits stood up, packing his still-bloated maleness away into his jeans. His erection was comically obvious, but at least no longer a count of indecent exposure. He sauntered over to the bed, returning the cigar to his mouth and making a show of counting the money.

"Next time you need someone to show you what a real man is like, tell Petro and I'll be back. Got it?"

Shiro's heart thudded in his chest. Another home invasion. Another brutal fuck. Another round of being treated like shit.

"I can't wait, sir." It was the most sincere thing he had ever said.

Kits was out through the window before Shiro had even finished.

* * *

Safely hidden in the bushes as he snuck back to campus, Kits spat out the cigar and hacked a few times to try and clear the taste from his mouth. Some props, like the leather jacket, he enjoyed and would probably keep permanently. Cigars were not one of those props. He wondered if the effect would be ruined if he chomped on a bone rather than a tobacco roll next time.

* * *

Petro lay back, his copious cum now a cooling puddle on his abs. Khelsam was quietly licking it up, obediently focused on his task as the bull leaned back and pulled the drive with the footage up to admire. A star student athlete caught on security camera breaking and entering, an upstanding father of two raped and robbed, and a shamed, secretly-submissive akita who'd rather claim rape than admit what he paid men to do. This blackmail footage was perfect. The ruddy bull chuckled aloud.

"I take care of my property, Kits. And sometimes my property takes care of me. I'm going to enjoy showing you how that works."