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A Different Kind of Slave

Riko kept his eyes on the ground as yet another of his captors scrutinised him.

"You are fortunate, slaves," the wolf, a lieutenant, was saying as perhaps a dozen or so prisoners cowered before him. "My commander has decided to choose a new personal servant from among you. One lucky pup will be allowed to live a life most slaves dare not dream of."

Riko's pricked ears could catch the sound of paws on stone through the wolf' voice, and his quivering nose caught a twang of dominant male wolf, clearly an alpha of some repute, but his eyes remained on the stone floor of the courtyard. What did it matter, he thought? Once he had been free and full of ambition and hope, but that was all over; now his clan had lost the war, and with it their right to freedom. They had all been hauled away as prisoners, and everyone knew what that meant - they would be sold at slave market, some to become house servants, some to become labourers, and some to become concubines, or worse. It did not really matter what they did with him, the young wolf reflected. His life was over either way, regardless of whether it would be spent laying bricks or serving wine to rich old women or being yet another ripe young commodity in a brothel. Such was the life of a slave.

As for this alpha, a military commander of some sort apparently, it not much matter, probably, whether he was chosen. Who knew what the commander wanted - a new page, possibly, or a serving boy to bring him drink and food. In either case such a wolf would probably be of the demanding sort, but then again, he was almost certainly wealthy - alphas invariably were - which made him more likely to be the sort of master who clothes and feeds his slaves better than masters lower on the social strata. Perhaps it would be in his benefit to be chosen by such a man. It is not likely I will be selected, though, he thought. This alpha will want a tall and strong servant, not a skinny pup of moderate height. He kept his head lowered.

"Slaves! Stand up straight, now," barked the lieutenant. "Show some respect for your Lord Commander."

Shuffling sounds of an alpha's paws were drawing closer, and as Riko straightened up, he dared a glance to his left. Four slaves down he glimpsed a big wolf wearing a scarlet cloak appraising one of the other slaves, muzzle bent forward, eyes thoughtful. Soon it would be over. He looked down again, listening, and waiting.

A large shadow fell over his own, and he shivered as he heard a commanding voice rumble.

"Look up, pup."

Taking a deep breath, Riko obeyed - and almost gasped. The wolf in front of him could not at all be called a giant, neither was he particularly tall, but he was undeniably big, with wide shoulders and thickly muscled arms; a broad, square muzzle; flawless black fur just beginning to turn grey on the muzzle; alert ears pricked forward, behind which a thick mane of fur hung from the back of his head, over the top of the cloak. His impressively thick thighs were covered in black trousers of an expensive fabric, and the crimson cloak flowed over his shoulders, but his chest was exposed, and as Riko's eyes took in the big mounds of his pectorals, each with a fat nipple in the centre, and the muscle gut below them, he felt an unexpected stirring in his own trousers. Guiltily, his eyes dropped, only to notice the prominent bulge in the front of the alpha's trousers, a feature that exuded masculinity, maleness, and dominance. It was made only more noticeable by the alpha's scent, an acrid tang that stood as signature of the qualities his bulge signified.

Prior to this moment he had surmised the commander to be an old man, but this male was only around 45, he guessed, still very much in the prime of life, and as much as Riko might not wish to admit it, the alpha was incredibly attractive. The expression on his face was serious but without hostility in it, but as Riko, having looked over the rest of the wolf, focused his gaze on his face, he saw a flicker of something in the golden eyes of the alpha, and a slight raising of the eyebrows. It was only then that he became aware that the thickly bushed tail of the alpha was waving back and forth. A big paw reached out and touched his chin, tilting it upwards so that Riko was forced to meet the alpha's gaze. "I want this one," he growled. Then, unexpected, he smiled. "I think you and I will get along quite well, pup."

"Yes, my Lord," Riko whispered obediently.

The alpha smiled again. "Come along now, pup." He ruffled Riko's head fur, a surprisingly affectionate gesture, then turned, presenting his new slave with an all new view of the impressive male. At first the cloak hid most of his backside, but then a gust of wind lifted it, and Riko almost gasped as he saw the big wolf's posterior for the first time. The tight trousers did nothing to hide the commander's large, rounded ass, as he definitely could be said to have a big butt - not absurdly so, but the kind of large rump appropriate for a male with the broad shoulders, thick thighs, and well-toned muscles of a male like the alpha. His ass flexed as he walked, and Riko blinked, rose quickly, and trotted after him, unsure whether to keep his eyes on his new master's striking rear or on the ground. He was in fact uncertain about everything in that moment.

From the time he was in his early teens, Riko had known he was not like other males. At the time when his peers were beginning to grow interested in females, he had felt nothing but cold indifference, a lack of enthusiasm for something all other males found fascinating. At first he had not given this much concern - there was no given requirement that every man take a mate or raise a family, and in some careers to do so was almost detrimental to success. Sure, there was a part of him who wanted the comfort and closeness of a lover, but when he looked at the young female wolves, nothing stirred within him. Perhaps, he had thought, he was merely a late bloomer. But then one day he had happened to glance at a passing soldier, a handsome young male, and as his eyes took in the muscled arms and shapely rump, Riko realised: it wasn't that he was disinterested in relationships. He was just disinterested in women.

Unfortunately for Riko, male-male relationships were banned in his country. Vaguely he was aware of the punishment transgressors of this law faced, though he had never seen one of the executions in person. So as he passed through the teenage years and into his twenties, he kept his attractions secret, and quietly resigned himself to a life of celibacy and singleness.

And now....he was the prisoner of a god-like alpha male, and he could not decide how he felt about it.

On one had he was repulsed by the older male. Male or female, the idea of being anyone's slave was abhorrent to him, regardless of how gorgeous the master might be, and the mere fact that the alpha was willing to own slaves did not speak well of him. Riko had dreamed of meeting his lover as equals, not as master and slave - and besides, he had no idea what fate the alpha had in mind for him. Additionally, the males he'd envisioned were always young, no more than a few years older than him, lithe, lean, and muscled, with impressive abs and shoulders wider than the hips. This alpha, with his greying muzzle, muscle gut, and big ass, who was likely twice Riko's age, did not fit the bill.

And yet, why was it he could not keep his eyes off his new master?

He could not deny it, try though he might: he was attracted to this male. The alpha was the very image of the ideal male, and Riko followed him through the crowded city streets to a more residential area in which the commander's villa was located, he fought a losing battle to keep his sheath from growing full and tight. What if he looks back and sees? He thought, but the alpha only glanced back every so often, and if he noticed the bulge in Riko's trousers, he did not comment on it.

They were walking through a wooded area, a private forest owned by the commander's family [he was probably a noble of some sort, or the son of one], when the big wolf spoke again. His sexy voice sent shivers through Riko. "I suppose you are wondering what I am planning to do with you?"

The casual swishing of the alpha's tail kept sending whiffs of his musky scent straight to Riko's nose, and the young wolf blinked, half-wondering if he'd ever get to smell that scent directly from its source. "I was wondering that, Master," he admitted, unsure if he should say more.

For a moment the alpha did not reply. It was pleasant here among the trees, with the road shaded by the foliage, and birds singing within them. "You don't need to worry about being put to word in the mines or factories," the big wolf told him, "no sensible wolf would ever waste a beautiful pup like you on labour. And neither should you expect to be a houseboy; my family has plenty of those already."

Here it comes, thought Riko. He's going to tell me that I'm to be his new love-slave.

"You might be guessing that I plan to keep you as a love-slave" continued the alpha, "but you are wrong there as well. I have plenty of males to fuck. Of course if you ever come to me wanting that, I will gladly fuck you, but that is not why I brought you here."

Plenty of males? "Is love between males really so accepted here?" Riko asked, unable to stop himself. "In my country men are put to death for such a crime."

"I know of the barbaric customs of your clan," the alpha glanced over his shoulder. "Such traditions are one of the many reasons I feel no guilt in waging war with your country. In my own you will find quite a different attitude - in fact love between males is considered the ideal."

"The ideal?" squeaked Riko. A country in which males like him were considered the ideal? He could not believe it.

This time the alpha laughed, and turned around, reaching down to tilt up Riko's muzzle. "Yes, young pup. Here love between males is encouraged." With these words he bent and kissed Riko on the muzzle, grinning as he pulled away. "I knew I was right about you. You were made for my homeland."

"You did not tell me why you chose me, Master," Riko said, as way of escaping having to further discuss his preferences.

The alpha smiled. "Come along and I will show you - we are close to my villa now." He paused. "All wolves have preferences, pup. We all have one special kink or other which is for us something more special and desirable than all other possible interactions. You may not realise it yet, but you and I share a particular kink, and together we can help each other to get what we need. Because it is a need, pup. I can see in you the sad fate of a pup who has been fore too long denied what he needs. I am glad to give it to you."

Riko had no idea what to make of this. He had heard the word "kink" used in reference to sexual preferences, but the alpha had already said Riko was not to be a love slave. What did he mean then? Whatever it was, he seemed to think Riko would like it. Still fighting between his longing for freedom and the irresistible pull of his attraction to this male, he stared at the path and tried not to smell the alpha's scent. It seemed to have an affect on him, and he needed to be able to think rationally, with influence of the alpha.

"Look up, pup," the alpha said a few minutes later - we're here."

When Riko raised his eyes he saw the woods opening to reveal a large, sprawling villa with lawns and gardens surrounding it, a small lake, and some distant buildings of the kind used to house warhorses. "This is your new home, pup." Growled the alpha. "Later I will take you on a tour of the grounds. But I think you are eager to find out what your job will be here. I know I'm eager to try you out."

Riko did not like the sound of that - "try you out." But what could he do? He merely nodded, said "Yes, Master," and followed the wolf obediently into the villa.

Ten minutes later found them both within the alpha's personal chambers, an open, expansive wing with balconies, a private bath and courtyard, and a beg so large that five wolves could comfortably have fit in it. "Ah," sighed the alpha, sitting down on the bed. "It is good to be home after a day in the city, no?"

Now he will tell me what need he has of me, Riko thought.

The alpha reached up and unfastened the clasp of his cloak, taking it off and casting it carelessly over a chair. Then, unexpectedly, he began undoing the buttons that held the front of his trousers together, and pulling apart the flap, pushed the garment down his legs, stepped out of them, and tossed them aside. Riko stared.

The alpha had fine legs, that was certain, no one could argue with those thick thighs, but what had Riko's attention was the massive sheath between the alpha's legs, from which four or five inches of fat red wolfcock jutted proudly. Drops of liquid were oozing down the sides, and below the shaft hung a fair of balls so large Riko had to wonder how the alpha was able to walk with grapefruit-sized orbs between his legs. He swallowed, his nose twitching. The alpha had said he was not to be a love-slave, but now....he was beginning to think he'd been had. A part of him hoped he had.

He knew without looking that the bulge in his own trousers had grown considerably, and his twitching nose caught the scent of male musk and arousal, stronger than ever without the alpha's trousers getting in the way. Looking at the alpha, he felt a hopeless desire to sink to his knees and lick the big wolf's cock from sheath to tip, to dare to touch that mammoth sac and nuzzle it. He was suddenly feeling immensely submissive, he _wanted_the alpha to be dominant over him, to use him - but no, he was a free wolf, that could never be taken away from him - he had to fight this as long as he could.

The alpha reached down and lazily fondled his huge balls affectionately, then reached around with one paw to massage his ass apparently, and tweaked one of his fat nipples with the other paw. "Alright pup, I'm sure you're desperate to know what I'm doing with you." He stood, still massaging his ass with a paw, and turned around so his back was facing Riko. "Get on your knees behind me pup, and get a good look." He glanced over his shoulder. "Do it now."

The young wolf was having a sinking suspicion he would not like what was coming, and he was still fighting an inner battle with himself, but he did as he was told. The alpha took a few steps back. His big rump was now just in front of Riko's face, the bushy tail still swishing. "Check it out, pup," growled the alpha. "This is all yours."

"What?" gasped Riko.

"This is it, pup. Your job. You will be my personal ass-worshipper," the commander, seriously, but with a bit of a smile to it. "That is your one and only job."

"Ass-worshipper?" Riko repeated slowly, as his ears began to lower again. His master did not really expect him to do that, did he? Again his eyes went to the big rump of the older wolf, and as his mind pictured what he suspected was being asked of him, he grimaced. Vaguely he had imagined the kind of things male wolf lovers might do with each other, but never this - he had never known ass-licking was a thing, how could he, when he had never known any other males like him to learn from? And besides - even with another male, he would never do that. Never.

The big wolf nodded. "Yes indeed, pup. I spoke of personal kinks, and this is mine. I love a sweet tongue on my asshole more than any other sexual or intimate act by far - there really is no greater feeling. I thought to myself - why not have a slave whose purpose was purely to service my ass? When I saw you I knew you were the perfect pup for the task."

Riko shivered, trying to block the images from his mind. "But..."

"Whenever I ask it of you," his master continued, "you will worship my ass. Often it will be while I am standing, often while I lay on my front - and you will find I am also very fond of sitting on the faces of pups. I have never once tried this with a pup who did not grow to enjoy it."

"I will not," Riko growled impulsively. "You may force me to do this, you may take away my freedom, but you will never make me like it."

If the wolf was irritated, he did not show it - in fact he seemed to appreciate Riko's defiance. "I'm afraid you're wrong, pup," he observed. "In fact, I guarantee that within a week you will be begging me to sit on your face. Pups tend to become addicted to my ass. You are luckier than most because you will always have access to it."

"Always?"

"Always. Every day, you can be sure." He chuckled. "I'll be nice and give you a hint - I can't force you to do this obviously, but I -love- being woken up to the feeling of a tongue on my hole, so if you wake up before me and stick your muzzle between my cheeks, it'll win you major points with me. Otherwise you must be prepared for me at any time of day. Sometimes I like getting rimmed first thing in the morning, as the day is just beginning. Another favourite time is just after battle, or after riding, or a day out - when I return home hot and tired, ready to relax. On these occasions you must be ready to get on the ground, or lay on the bed, so I can sit on your face and relax in style."

Riko felt defeated. To be a slave had been demeaning enough, but at least he might have retained a small fragment of dignity - but no, instead he was to be subjected to a horror too terrible to comprehend, an act against nature, or so the priests of his own country said. What good would further protesting do? There was no escape. He hung his head, muzzle pointed at the floor, as his ears continued to catch the older wolf's words.

"...as for how you are to do it, I'd think you can figure that out on your own," the Commander was saying. "I like to have my ass massaged with your paws, especially in the evenings, but the main focus is with your muzzle. I expect that most days you will get a good sniff of my ass - with time you'll grow addicted to my scent too. Get your nose in between my cheeks and sniff along my crack, but especially at my tailhole. Mostly though I will require you to kiss and lick my asshole, and I don't just mean lick, either - make out with it, stick your tongue in it. Use your imagination and I think you'll do just fine."

"Why?" was all Riko could ask. Why would the alpha like such a vulgar thing? Head still hung, ignoring the swishing tail before him, he whimpered.

The tail slapped him in the face, not uncomfortably, just a call to attention. "Don't cry, pup. I'll answer your question - why? Because it feels fucking amazing, that's why. You could almost say that licking ass gives you power, because you can drive the male who's rump you're kissing to extremes of pleasure he won't believe is possible. And you yourself will come to realise you love having your muzzle between cheeks, you love the scent of a male's ass, and you love the feel and taste of a twitching asshole under your tongue. I'll tell you a story, pup - and then we'd better get started. When I was a young wolf my father, who was a great general in this country, used to take me on war campaigns with him. We shared a tent occasionally, and one night when he was very tired and discouraged, and I was trying to cheer up him, I asked him honestly how I could help him, what would make him feel better. And this is what, as my commander, he ordered me to do. Yes, pup, I licked the ass of my own father, and I loved it - from then on, for the next few years, that was how I routinely showed my father my affections for him, and how I helped him relax. Then one day one of my subordinates, a fresh young recruit, was trying to get on my good side, and feeling horny, I told him to lick my ass. He did, gladly, and from that moment on I have been addicted to the sensation of having a tongue on my hole. I don't lick ass myself often anymore, but I want it myself constantly." He paused, looking over his shoulder, and Riko guiltily looked up to meet his eyes. He was almost ready to cry.

"Oh, it's alright, pup," the alpha pleaded, his voice warm and friendly. "I will always be kind to you, you have my word of that - and I promise if you just try what I am asking of you, you will like it. You are the kind of pup who was born to be a big male's ass-licker. Plus, the age-difference in our case is in your favour. I've found male's asses tend to get better as they age - that's why my father's was so good. Just try it."

Riko could not speak. A part of him remained repulsed, disgusted, and horrified, but he could not deny that another part of him, one possibly more powerful, wanted to do what the alpha asked of him - and every word of encouragement from the handsome, dashingly-attractive, dominant older male made him want to submit more. "I-" he began - and then stopped. Hesitantly he raised his eyes to dare a look at the ass he was being offered.

"Tell you what, pup," the alpha said. "You take one good sniff right from the source - from my hole, that is - and get a good look at my ass without my tail in the way, and if you still aren't interested, I'll let you have a few hours to reconsider. I want my pup to be happy. It's sexy when pups are eager to get their muzzles under my tail."

"Alright," Riko said shakily. After all, he did kind of want a look, didn't he? It was only a look, in a minute he'd back out.

The alpha's tail swished aside, and this time he kept it raised.

Taking a deep breath, Riko leaned in, nosing between the sizable mounds of the alpha's impressive ass - and even as he began he already knew he had lost the battle. The prime scent of musky dominant older male wolf radiated into his nose, driving him practically mad with a lust for more. His tail wagged, his ears perked, and his cock hardened and began leaking, and he shoved his muzzle between the alpha's cheeks, searching for the source of this marvellous scent. He could not really see what he was doing, but when he felt his nose press against furless skin, he took a deep whiff, and thought he'd blow it right there. Eyes glazed over, taking deep sniffs, he marvelled at the effect just a male's scent could have on him. There was no doubt anymore, the alpha smelled divine, and, Riko thought, if he could get a good draw of this scent every day for the rest of this life, he'd be a happy wolf. He put his paws on the older male's big mounds and shoved his face into them, sniffing desperately, feeling his master's hole twitch against his sniffing nose. Closing his eyes, he moaned, such was the effect of the scent upon him. He wanted to smell it forever.

But there were other things he wanted more, now, and they couldn't wait. Panting, he pulled back, still drawing in the marvellous scent, which was now all over his nose. "Enjoying yourself?" the alpha rumbled approvingly, evidently pleased with this show of enthusiasm.

"Oh yes," panted Riko happily, his tail wagging with gusto in his appreciation of the manly, arousing scent. "You smell divine, Master. I want to smell you every day." These submissive comments surprised him, but he did not let them bother him - after all, they were the truth. Massaging the alpha's ass with both paws, he began to pull the cheeks apart a little. "I want to see it," he told the big male.

"Of course," agreed the commander. "Get a good look at it before you kiss it."

Riko did exactly that. A second later he had one paw on either cheek of his alpha, holding them apart, as he stared in wonder at the sight before him - the incline of the ass crack, the longer or thicker hairs leading down to and around the hole, and most fascinating by far, the centre attraction itself. Considering that the simple descriptive "big" could describe the older wolf in all ways possible, it was not surprising that his asshole too was large, an oval of soft pink skin rimmed by longer hairs and puckered in the centre; a musky rosebud just waiting for the caress of Riko's tongue. Riko could scarcely remember when he had been repulsed by the thought of rimming the alpha; how could he ever have even considered turning down a chance to lick an ass like this? Now as he stared at the older wolf's asshole he thought it was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen, and unable to stop himself, he whispered "You have a beautiful asshole, Master."

A rumble of approval thanked him, and the alpha reached back with a paw to ruffle his head fur. "I'm glad you think so, pup. Pups generally do. It's especially good that you do though, because attending to my tailhole is now your job. If my ass isn't already your favourite part of my body, it will be soon. Now get licking."

This little display of dominance only increased Riko's lust, and he growled "It is already my favourite part of you," before gladly thrusting his muzzle forward once again, this time to plant a loving kiss on the big wolf's asshole. It twitched lightly under his lips, and he kissed it again and again, as if he could not get enough, and because somehow he wanted to show the alpha all the sensations of affection he was suddenly feeling for this god of a wolf and his ass. Perhaps the alpha's musk really did have an intoxicating effect to it, but he did not care. He buried his face in his master's ass, laying kiss after kiss on his tailhole, making out with it the way he'd seen other young males make out with young bitches. A jolt of impishness shot through him, slyly envisioning the expressions his peers would have had had he told him he preferred kissing a male's ass than a female's muzzle. What a scandal that would have been - but the other young males did not know what they were missing.

The alpha's hole tasted musky but clean on his tongue, a taste similar to the scent, and just as addicting. Hell, everything about his new master was addicting - what a lucky pup he'd been. He had now exchange kisses for licks, long wet strokes across puckered flesh, pressing against the tailhole as he did so, wetting down the fur around it. His ears were now pricked to catch the vocals of the alpha wolf, who now had his paws braced against the bed, and was letting out increasingly frequent groans and moans. Riko was constantly on the move, changing the angle of his to get more access, alternating between horizontal or vertical licks, prying at the older wolf's asshole with his tongue. Occasionally he'd test it with a few prods of his tonguetip, seeing whether it was loosening any, and then he'd be back to rapid strokes, drawing a moan from the alpha, and drawing scent and taste and sensation for himself. Slowing down, he began applying soft, sweet little licks, careful and tender, caressing the alpha's flesh as if it were something soft and delicate and worthy of the tenderest care. He could feel it loosening a bit, but he wasn't quite ready to dry for entrance yet; he wanted to drag this encounter out, so he continued to alternate between fast eager strokes and tender caressing lapping, almost teasing the big wolf as he lapped as his hole.

"Fuck," swore the alpha, "I knew you were the pup for the job. God." It was almost like Riko was now in control, he thought, what with the alpha driven to the edge by his tongue, bent over and moaning, but almost at the same instant this thought crossed his mind, he felt one of the alpha's paws suddenly pressing strongly against the back of his head, shoving Riko's face even more into his ass. Riko could no longer even see now, his nose buried in the musky fur, his tongue still doing its work against the alpha's whole, but he did not struggle against the pressure - and to do so would have been pointless, as the big wolf kept his paw there, holding Riko firmly in place. "Your face...." the commander groaned, "belongs buried in my ass, always."

Just the sexy words drove Riko all the closer. His own cock was throbbing so desperately that he feared he would cum, and now was much too early, he wanted more time to enjoy the delightful ass he was currently pressed against. He was now being more precise with his attention, swirling the tip of his tongue around the alpha's hole, tracing the rim of it in circular motions, wiggling the tip of his tongue against the puckered centre. He couldn't help enjoying the pressure of his master's paw against the back of his head, a display of dominance he now found appealing - he wanted to be the pup of his male, to be given the order to lick, sniff, and taste the alpha's ass at any given time. The paw on his head, the commanding words, were just reminders of who was who in this interaction, and Riko welcomed them.

The alpha's hole was definitely loosening a little under Riko's kisses and licks. It was such a wonderful thing, Riko thought, this part of the alpha's body that brought him such incredible pleasure - his moans were so frequent now that Riko was half-tuning them out - and which Riko himself drew such enjoyment from attending to. He loved it, he really did, and in the thought of this he knew what he wanted next. Pushing his head back in a sudden resistance, he licked his lips, tongue still connected to the older wolf's asshole by a line of saliva, and asked, "Master, would you please sit on my face?"

A growl of aggression suddenly resonated from within the commander, and he spun around. "I'd like nothing better, pup," he growled, grabbing Riko and practically throwing him onto the bed. "I've been wanting to sit on that cute face of yours from the moment I laid eyes on it. I plan to sit on it every day."

"I want you to," Riko said honestly as the alpha crawled on the bed, turning around. What a wonderful sight it was, watching his plumy tail hike up, cheeks spreading a little to reveal that beautiful hole, still glossy and wet from Riko's licking, the big balls, swollen now, swaying between his legs - and it was all the better that he was backing up, that big rump getting closer and closer, descending over Riko's face. The young wolf just looked up and enjoyed the view, hovering briefly over his face as the alpha ordered "I want to feel your tongue inside my ass, pup. Give me a good tongue-fucking" and then he sat down directly on Riko's face. The pup felt a heavy ass press down all over his face, the alpha apparently reaching back to push his cheeks apart a little, with Riko's muzzle against thrust between them, his nose breathing in musk, his tongue lapping at the alpha's tailhole. He gave it a few friendly licks, enjoying the taste. Then he pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against the centre of his master's hole, and entered him.

If he'd thought the alpha's hole tasted musky on the outside, that was nothing compared to the within; warm, rich, and addicting. Eagerly he began thrusting his tongue inward, deep as it could go, caressing the alpha's tight passage as he did so. The big ass pressed down on his face as his tongue stretched deep, penetrating the alpha's ass to depths Riko couldn't have imagined, almost unable to comprehend that he had his tongue up the ass of the hottest alpha wolf he could ever imagine being with. Who cared that he was the alpha's slave, who cared that the alpha was twice his age - now that he thought about it, now that'd he had been with the alpha, he liked it that way, he wanted to be the alpha's slave, he liked the alpha because he was older. After all, hadn't his master said that older males had the tastiest asses? Within the submission was a desire to make his alpha happy, to give the big wolf the fullest extent of pleasure possible, and in that goal his tongue caressed the inner walls of the older wolf lovingly, lapping here and there, wanting to bring the alpha to release. He knew now that was what the commander wanted, to cum, and it was his job to bring the to alpha to that point purely through skilled application of his tongue. He was the wolf for the task. As the alpha groaned out loud, Riko's tongue worked harder and harder, racing towards the finish. His own cock was so close too - and then he felt a big paw wrapping tightly around it, squeezing his knot - and he could last no longer.

The young wolf moaned into the alpha's ass as his cock sputtered and jerked over himself, overwhelmed by the power of the orgasm, and for a moment he was angry with himself for cumming first - but then he felt the alpha's ass clenching around his tongue, and heard the alpha howl triumphantly, and realised that in the ecstasy of his own orgasm he had thrust his tongue one final time against the alpha's walls and sent him over the edge too. The larger wolf continued to howl as his ass clenched around Riko's tongue. Riko himself was dazed by the power of his orgasm, gone limp under the weight of the alpha's ass. What a life, he thought. What a life. He would get this every day. This was where he belonged, with the alpha sitting happily on his face.

After a moment the alpha sat up briefly, looking over his shoulder to grin at Riko. "Happy, pup?"

"Oh god yes," Riko panted. "I love your ass, Master."

"I'm glad you do, pup," the big wolf grinned, reaching down to Riko's messy chest to swipe up some of the cum pooled there. "I reward pups for good service. Here's a treat for you." So saying, he reached between his legs and rubbed the cum onto his hole, winking at Riko as he did so, then sat back down again onto Riko's face. "Clean me up, pup, and enjoy your treat."

Riko's tail was wagging against the bed as be began licking the alpha's ass again. What a life. If this was life in the new country, he was glad to begin.