Domination
#1 of Mind Games
Quick disclaimer: The character Lucien, mentioned at the end of the story belongs to ShagsterP
His head felt like it was hit with a truck....
He slowly opened his eyes. It took a moment for his vision to clear. The surroundings it revealed were unfamiliar. A dank cellar, walls of hewn stone and metal braces attached to them. It looked like a dungeon.
He suddenly felt a twinge like pins and needles in his arms. Looking up he saw them bound above his head in a spiral of chains. Strangely enough, they looked as if they were merely wrapped around his arms. But trying to pull them free proved fruitless; every time he tried to unwind them they would adjust to keep him tied as if by magic.
A sudden, chill breeze swept over his blue and white fur...all of it, even that which was normally covered by his violet judo pants, which were now revealed to be missing. Feeling embarrassed, even with no one around to see him exposed, he continued to struggle with the uncooperative restraints.
"Don't waste your effort," a voice rang out. The voice came from across the room, from another werewolf standing in the doorway. The other wolf padded farther into the room.
"Jonathan Talbain..." he stated, "I didn't think you'd be that easy to ambush."
It suddenly came back to him. He had been hunting in the forest when out of the middle of nowhere something struck him on the back of the head. Jon noticed something familiar about the wolf in front of him. It wasn't his black and red fur...or the blue eyes.... Hey!
"My pants," Jon barked!
The dark werewolf looked to the pair of violet judo pants he was wearing. "Oh, yes! They fit nicely. They aren't quite my color, though," he said, wagging his billowy tail.
"What do you want with me, you pervert," Jon asked, angrily. The dark wolf chuckled.
"I want exactly that..." he said, staring Jon in his golden eyes and approaching him. "You!"
He then abruptly and passionately kissed Jon muzzle to muzzle. Wide-eyed and stunned, Jon writhed and resisted any way he could think. He attempted to whip his leg up and kick this rapist off of him but some unseen resistance accompanied by the jingle of more chains stopped him.
The kiss broke as suddenly as it had started. The dark wolf chuckled again. "It would go a lot faster if you stopped resisting," he said, staring into Jon's eyes again. Jon looked back into the blue pools that stared at him and suddenly realized what this young wolf was trying to do. The kiss started up again but this time Jon let it happen. He opened his muzzle a bit, enough to let the dark wolf slip his tongue in and explore. The dark wolf began to enjoy his kiss, moaning into it and caressing Jon's furred chest. While this wolf occupied himself with his newfound toy, Jon contemplated his next move.
He thought to himself, he's trying to use his mind tricks on me. I bet he wants me to submit to him... Heh, well, let me show this kid how it's done.
Jon soon joined in the ministrations, moaning into the kiss and using his tongue to delve into the dark wolf's muzzle. The lust between them grew strong and hot. The scent of male arousal thickened the air. The kiss finally broke, leaving both lycanthropes panting for air. Jon looked into the dark wolf's eyes again, but for a different reason. With a little concentration, he got the effect he was after.
"What's your name," Jon asked the other werewolf in a soft, sultry tone? The other wolf hesitated. "Come on...you know mine...it's only fair."
"...Jack...Jack Maxell."
"Jack...hm..." Jon leaded in and began a kiss of his own. By this time Jack had lost all sense of himself. Reaching a hand down to Jon exposed genitalia he began to fondle Jon. Jon inhaled sharply and exhaled with a moan into the kiss they shared. Jack took his fondling hand and gripped Jon's now semi-erect member, idly stroking it. He moaned at the feel of it, how thick it was, how warm to the touch it felt compared to the air of this dank cellar.
He broke the kiss and nuzzled Jon's chest as he looked down to Jon's erect flesh. He brought his gaze back up to Jon's.
"Like what you see," Jon asked? Jack could do nothing but nod quietly. He looked back down and began to play with it, dancing his claws softly over the exposed skin, tracing around the head and along the length. Jon's breathy moans echoed through the room. Jack's touch was like none other. It had been too long since Jon had felt this kind of intimate contact and he was melting into Jack's touch like a snowball in Hell. He opened his eyes and watched Jack as he played with his penis. He kept licking his chops as if he were looking forward to devouring something. Jon chuckled.
"Mmm...go ahead, Jack," He said suddenly. Jack jumped a bit, having been so absorbed in his ministrations. He looked at Jon. "Go on. I know what you want. Go ahead..."
Jack smiled and slowly kneeled down in front of Jon, his musky member mere centimeters from his muzzle. Jon spread his legs farther apart and leaned back against the wall to give Jack better access. Jack tenderly gripped Jon's erection and slowly, almost torturously, began stroking it. Jon sighed in bliss, a shudder traveling down spine to the tip of his fluffy tail. Jack absorbed himself in pleasuring Jon, his would-be captive. He rubbed Jon's penis against the side of his muzzle, inhaling the musk and swimming in the scent of male. His self-restraint slowly broke down as he lifted the member before him and gave the underside a long, loving lick. The buck of Jon's hips and the gasp it caused were good signals. Jack took the head of Jon's member into his mouth and played his tongue around it. Jon let out a moan that could have tumbled the walls down. He released the organ and licked his lips as he began to idly stroke the penis again.
"You're very good at this," said a glossy-eyed Jon.
"Why, thank you," Jack replied, "but that was nothing."
Having said that, Jack stopped stroking Jon, pointed his pre-dripping member straight out, and proceeded to engulf the whole length slowly. Jon moaned loudly again, louder than last time. Jack had soon hilted Jon's penis in his hot muzzle. Jon stood panting and eyeing Jack, telling him to go on without words. With that non-verbal signal, Jack began to bob his head along the member, sucking lightly. Jon was in heaven, his eyes closed, his body almost going limp as this young wolf serviced him. His body began acting on it own at times, telling him to buck his hips forward, meeting Jack's bobbing muzzle.
Jack took his time on Jon's penis. His bobs were slow and affectionate, making sure Jon felt good and was enjoying himself. Jack indulged himself on the taste of the pre that dripped from the tip of the member. It filled him with lust and the will to get his "captive" off. Jack increased the pressure his tongue was exuding on the bottom of Jon's penis. The sensation that it brought caused Jon's back to arch slightly and a long, guttural moan to escape his muzzle. Jack moaned around Jon's shaft, the taste of his fluids and the scent of male musk finally overwhelming him.
Jack pulled himself off of Jon's penis, panting and dizzy from the hormone rush. He looked up to see Jon about ready to explode, smelling the sweat under his fur. He slowly stood, coming back up to Jon's face. He could see Jon's flushed cheeks slightly through the white fur on them. He licked the side of Jon's muzzle and nuzzled his neck. He then figured it was safe...or not...Jack didn't care anymore. He just wanted to go all the way. With a snap of his finger the enchanted chains binding Jon to the wall gave way and fell from Jon's arms and legs, limp. Jon's arms fell to his sides, feeling as if they were completely useless, though, after a while the feeling came back to them.
Jack looked into Jon's eyes again, this time full of love, nothing contrived about it. Jon reached up and rubbed Jack's back as they embraced each other. They locked their muzzles in yet another passionate kiss, and stumbled their way blindly to one of the tables conveniently placed in the room. They leaned against it, their heavy petting filling the room with lewd sounds. Jon reached down to Jack's tail. Despite Jack's earlier claim that "they fit nicely", there was a sizable gap in the tail-sleeve of the pants that Jon easily slipped his finger into. He started tickling the underside of Jack's tail-base, which he knew was every werewolf's sweet spot. Jack gasped out of the kiss but soon returned with a whole new ardor. Jon pulled the moaning Jack from against the table slightly, just enough to pull on the sash that worked as the pants' belt and loosed them. Jon stopped the tail tickling and pulled Jack's tail from the tail-sleeve, letting the pants drop to a mound of cloth of the floor and freeing Jack's long since engorged erection. Jack sighed, feeling the air against his fur.
The two naked werewolves stood caressing, touching, and fondling each other; a mass of blue and white, black and red, pleasuring each other to no end. Jon took point after a while leaning them both onto the table where they continued to kiss and rub each other for a while longer.
The urge became too much for them after a while. Jon stood up, Jack situated entirely on the table. Jon grabbed Jack's legs and spread them, showing off Jack's reddish penis and wafting his scent through the air. Jon grasped his own member and placed it just between Jack's butt cheeks, right at his entrance.
"Ready," Jon asked out of courtesy?
Jack nodded wildly, "Do it."
With that, Jon began to push in. Both wolves grunted and groaned as Jon pushed his way past Jack's anal ring. Jack's tight passage gripped Jon's shaft for dear life, milking pre from it and taking away from the friction. Hilting in Jack's butt took no more than 60 seconds. Jon paused to let the pleasure die down to more manageable levels.
Jack lay whimpering in painful pleasure having Jon's thick penis penetrating him.
"Do it, Jon! Please!"
The begging was an unexpected turn-on for Jon. He commenced to slowly pump in and out of Jack's anus, reveling in the blessed resistance. Jack helplessly reached up and gripped the edge of the table, feeling Jon's penis piston in and out of his tail hole. Jack couldn't help but moan loudly the whole time.
Jon took his time, so as not to peak too quickly. The warm confines of Jack's anus weren't something he was accustomed to but he didn't find himself complaining. Jon's slow pumps sent warm waves of pleasure through his body. He looked down on Jack's lust-ridden form. His mouth was agape, releasing passionate moans as his butt was being filled. Jack's desperate member bobbed in front of Jon, throbbing, begging to be stimulated. Beads of glistening pre dotted Jack's belly as Jon continued mating him.
Jack's mind was swimming with pleasure. Jon's large member thrusting in and out of him was driving him absolutely wild.
"Unh...unh...unh...deeper, Jon," Jack grunted. Jon complied happily. Jon placed Jack's legs on his shoulders and rested his chest against his thighs, leaning further over his partner. The new position gave Jon the leverage he needed to push deeper into Jack with every thrust.
Jack nearly screamed his pleasure to the world. Jon and Jack, now muzzle to muzzle, were a writhing mass of sweaty fur. The moans and groans emanating from them filled the room. Jon never let up his thrusting. Every pump into his anus now caused Jack's back to arch and a loud moan to spring from him. Jon sensed it was time for another position change.
Jon proceeded to pull Jack off of the table partially and pivot him around on his member. The ensuing friction nearly made Jon burst. With Jack's paws firmly planted on the floor, Jon grabbed his hips and continued to pound his member into Jack's butt.
"Unnnh...yeah...oh, yeah, Jon," Jack groaned. The new position was refreshing. Jon himself began to moan to the sky now, thrusting a bit faster now. Jack couldn't handle any more.
"Oh...Oh, Jon, give it to me. Give it to me!"
"You want it," Jon replied? He bent over Jack's back, gripped his member, and said, "You got it!"
Jon tore down all his restraints and started pounding Jack for all he was worth, stroking his member in the process. He went as fast, as hard, and as deep as he could, holding absolutely nothing back. Jack shouted as his tail hole was ravaged and his member masturbated. It didn't take long at all for Jack to hit the top. Almost reflexively putting his leg up on the table, he threw his head back and howled as a cry of ecstasy wracked his body. Milky semen shot forth from his member, covering Jon's hand and hitting the top of the table. The muscle spasms clenched Jack's anus around Jon's still thrusting penis. The tightness was all he could take.
Jon arched his back and with one last hard, deep thrust, howled in orgasm, filling Jack's anus with his seed. Jet after jet of lupine sperm shot from them both; from Jon into Jack as he ground his hips against Jack's furry butt cheeks and from Jack to the floor. The spasms finally died down, leaving two hopelessly spent werewolves lying one on top of the other.... They both hit the floor.
There they lay, panting to the point of near-hyperventilation. Neither of them had the strength left to do anything but breath and at times even that seemed too difficult.
Long moments passed and the silence was finally broken.
"You happy now," Jon panted?
"Did you really have to ask that question," Jack replied jokingly?
They both chuckled. Jon dismounted Jack with a slimy "smack" and sat up to re-gather his bearings. He decided to spring the surprise.
"I know what you were trying to do to me," Jon blurted.
"Why, whatever do you mean," Jack retorted sarcastically. Jon suddenly looked confused. "I know you knew. Like my telepathy would be any match for the legendary Jon Talbain's. But just to let you know...yours didn't work on me either."
"...You mean..."
Jack simply chuckled.
"Aw, man!"
Another completely different voice echoed across the room grasping the attention of both the bare wolves. This time it was a gray and white wolf carrying a bag of some kind.
"I leave you alone with him and you hog him all to yourself."
The new individual padded over to them, the smell of sex still heavy in the air. The gray wolf stood, arms akimbo, glaring at Jack.
"Hey, ya snooze, ya lose," Jack teased.
Jon took a moment to look at this new wolf.... Gray and white fur...torn jeans.... It couldn't be!
"Lucien!?"