Part I - The Appetizer
#1 of Dinner Date
This entire story series got sparked off from a 'but plug' thread in the Furry Sexuality Room. How we got from there to here is anybody's guess, but if the result is tasty M/M yiffy smut, who is complaining? If your underage kiddies, don't read this, as it contains semi-consensual yiff between two adult male wolves. If you are underage, then shame, shame on you! What are you trying to do, spoil my impeccable character? *Snorts*. I'd like to thank steveo901/ purplewoof again for his early feedback. The character Grylor is copyright himself, and the character Two Skins is copyright Eldyran. As Always: Do Not Taunt Happy Fun Ball(tm) !!!
Dinner Date - Part I - The Appetizer
2006 By Eldyran
The door to the hotel room swung open after an electronic click, and two wolves sundered through the doorway. The slighter taller male wolf carried a green duffel in his left paw, as well as a smaller black tote which hung off over his right shoulder. His black, beaten jeans tightened with each stride, and the combined weight of the two bags caused his black work tee with an industrial logo on the upper chest to strain across his heavily muscled upper body. He stepped over to a small table with two chairs over by the AC unit and set the duffel on a chair, then threw the black tote on the closest bed, before turning his head back to the other wolf.
"And explain to me why you have leftovers again?" The wolf smiled as his gray eyes shot over to the Styrofoam container that the other wolf held between gingerly paws, the pink claws there trimmed to perfection. Two Skins' paw absently smoothed out his head fur, the black and white falling back into place as the gray streaks rippled, and his humorous eyes ran up and down the other wolf's form.
Grylor's jade eyes fletched back and forth, but never seemed to meet the eyes of the more confident wolf. The wolf's left paw ran up and down the other arm, nervous. The creamy, tan fur there was well groomed, meticulously conditioned. One of the hind paws twitched about slightly, scratching at the other leg, and the short, black leather skirt parted just a bit, revealing the hint of a pair of pink, lacy panties.
"I .. it was a big steak?" Grylor replied, tongue sliding over pink, lipstick covered muzzle lips. One lock of green head fur fell out of place, and the wolf brushed it back away. "You don't mind ... do you?" Two Skins' breath had caught in his throat at the sight of panties, and his eyes found it hard not to wander down to the chest of the other wolf, where the perked flesh of nipples pressed hard against the matching, black, tight leather shirt.
"I only drove a few states to get here ... the least you could do was finish your meal." Two Skins stepped closer to the other wolf and took the container, placing it down on the nearby table. He turned back around and rested his large, right paw on the other wolf's shoulder, which was almost his height of six foot, three inches.
"I'm sorry ... it's just ... it's the first time we actually ... have met. In furson. You know?" Grylor's shaky, deep, jade eyes shot up to meet Two Skins' unflinching steel colored ones. "I'm ... sorry that the meal was expensive. Is there ... anything ..." Grylor's right paw made its way to the more muscular lupine, where it slid up his broad pectoral muscles. It didn't make its way up very far before Two Skin's own left paw ripped it away, a snarl on his muzzle.
"What the FUCK! What do you think this was?" His eyes turned steely, his fangs bared to the other wolf. "I thought we were friends!" Grylor cringed a bit, before the jade eyes locked on to to the other wolf's.
"We ARE! But I thought ...."
"You thought what? That this whole weekend was bought and paid for? I'm not like that!"
"I know ... but ..." Grylor looked away, chest pitching, lungs seizing up with emotion.
"But what? Maybe I don't want to randomly yiff some indiscriminate slut who ..." Now it was Grylor's muzzle that furled, fangs bared.
"Are you calling me a slut?"
"If the SHOE ... FITS ..."
Grylor's eyes narrowed, and the wolf took Two Skins' paw off, shoving the taller wolf away a few feet away. Two Skins actually looked surprised for a moment, before his muzzle split again, spittle flying past bared fangs in a enraged growl. There was no warning as he lunged at the other lupine, their furred bodies spilling onto the closest bed. Their solid bodies collided again as they both tangled, tousled, teeth snapping within inches of each other's muzzles.
The now messy sheets gave way under their powerful hind legs, which fought for purchase on the soft material, their hind claws ripping the fabric in their struggle. The fight went on for several minutes, and sweat began to break in the fur across both their brows. Claws raked against clothing, but it was the cotton fabric of Two Skins' shirt that ripped first. His eyes flashed and with an enraged growl, he gripped Grylor by the back of the neck and forced the other wolf to the bed chest first, his biceps budging under the strain. Two Skins' large paw squeezed Grylor's scruff, his sharp claws digging in to the tender flesh there. Grylor's eyes closed, and the smaller wolf shuddered, whimpering, panties suddenly damp from arousal.
Two Skins' nose quivered, his muzzle lips loosened, drawing back down over his fangs. The scent of heat was faint, but undeniable. His other paw slid over the silky fur of Grylor's thigh; paw tips snaked their way inside the leather skirt, touching the fabric of the pink panties. The jade pair of eye's grew wide, and the other wolf began to struggle, before the sharp claws in the scruff of Grylor's neck gave a gentle reminded of who was in charge. Two Skins smiled as his paw tips caressed the slight, but growing budge contained within the feminine underwear.
Grylor whined; his arousal now evident. His embarrassment laid barren for Two Skins to see. The larger wolf gripped the smaller than usual bulge and cocked his head, feeling something unexpected underneath the undergarment. A claw moved aside the crotch of the pink panties to reveal a leather harness and metal "O" ring that held his rather small sheath and sac in what looked like a somewhat painful embrace. Two Skins grinned; his smile predatory. Small tears of humiliation from his errant deception leaked from the corners of Grylor's eyes, leaving a damp trail on the tan fur of his cheeks.
Two Skins snarled suddenly and his paws grabbed a hold of both of Grylor's wrists tightly, the prostate wolf crying out in surprise. Two Skins pinned the slimmer wolf's paws behind his back, and leaned in so that his muzzle was close to Grylor's left ear. For a moment, there was only the hot stink of the larger wolf's breath in his ears, then dominate lupine spoke, drops of warm saliva dripping onto the helpless wolf's cheek.
"I think I'm starting to see a trite little plot. Whatever you think was going to happen, wipe it out of that nasty little mind of yours." Two Skins closed his eyes for a second, breaths still ragged from the tousling, and breathed in a little bit of the sweaty, musky smell of frustration and need from the slutty bitch underneath him. "Now listen carefully, cause I'm only going to say this once. Your going to give me a word. A perfectly abnormal word. And when and if you say that word. We stop. No special word, no stop." Two Skins opened his now slightly amber eyes and smiled, fangs near the other wolf's quivering left jade eye.
"And don't get cute. Don't even try to fuck with me. If you say the word is 'stop', then I'm going to go get some ice, and not return. You get me Pup?" Two Skins looked down into the deep jade eyes of Grylor, who feebly struggled against the steely grip, paws flexing. Two Skin's eyes narrowed, growing impatient. He almost dropped Grylor's arms before Two Skins heard a faint whimper from the muzzle half buried in the ripped sheets.
"I'm afraid I didn't quite hear that ..." Two Skins eyed the muzzle lips, listening. Grylor's pink muzzle lips quivered, some of the lipstick had already smeared off into the ripped sheets in a small puddle of spittle.
"Subsisto"
Two Skins froze for a moment, caught off guard. His amber eye's brightened, and he found it hard to restrain his anger.
"Real cute. I see that you are both intelligent and subversive. You took what I wanted and twisted it, yet still somehow, met my criteria." The other wolf tried to repress the smile that wanted to find its way across his lipstick covered muzzle lips. Two Skins feigned overt anger as he leaned back, pulled Grylor's arms at tight right angle to his shoulder blades, and up towards his the back of his head. The sinew of Grylor's rotarcuffs creaked in protest, and the powerless lupine yelped feebly.
Two Skins' eyes closed, and his nose dipped to the small of Grylor's back, where the flared nostrils took in the sweat still pooling in the fur there. He was aware of the underlying scent of fear, but the unmistakable aroma of male heat and excitement overpowered it. The black and white wolf's long tongue slid over the fur there, taking every last bit of pooled sweat, taste buds singing with the flavor.
Grylor wanted to struggle, but the pressure on his arm sockets made it hard to want to mount any sort of real resistance. He whined. Two Skins' muzzle split in a predatory grin once again, and he ran his canines up the back of the other wolf, fangs scraping hard against the vertebral column spines. The sensation caused Grylor to squeal and shudder, legs kicking. As Two Skins worked his way up the body of the pinned wolf, his heavier, more muscled form pressed into Grylor. Two Skins' shins pressed into the back of Grylor's knees, securing the prone wolf's lower body mass against any trickery.
Two Skins' snout pushed up the back of the leather shirt as his canines inched their way up the other wolf's spine with deliberate, mind numbing slowness. Grylor squirmed underneath the heavy mass, panting, breaths irregular in his hitching lungs. Two Skins reached the area between Grylor's shoulder blades and inhaled again, the sweat spot driving his senses mad. His sheath began to twitch, and Two Skins chided himself, squeezing his thighs together.
Not. Yet.
Two Skins snapped at Grylor's shoulder blades in his own frustration, his teeth scraping against the sensitive ridge of cartilage and bone there. Grylor yipped, squirmed, as a few drops of spit few from his muzzle. Two Skins got sick of the pathetic cries and snapped his neck back, then sunk his fangs into the loose skin and fur of Grylor's scruff. That got the other wolf's attention, and after the initial yelp of surprise from the sudden attack, he froze and remained quiet. Two Skins growled in the scruff, letting the little bitch know who was boss. Then, with gentle deliberateness, ran his long lupine tongue over the back of Grylor's skull, lovingly. He bit down gently on Grylor's left tan colored ear tip, yanking it back in forth in his teeth.
"Lets see what the little deviant brought for this little dinner date huh?" Two Skins leaned back, resting most of his mass on the small of the prone wolf's back, making it even harder for Grylor to breathe. He pulled the wolf's wrists together tightly, and pushed then down under his knees, mindful of any lower body movements from his play toy. Two Skins reached for the black tote and unzipped it, grinning when he spied its contents. His paw pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs, the chain clinking against the cuffs like perverse wind chimes.
"Please ..." He threw them behind his shoulder, the cuffs clattering on the soft carpet, and grinned down at the other wolf, who looked back up at him with curious jade eyes. Two Skins reached down and ripped off some of the shredded sheet material underneath them, and began to brutally tie the other wolf's paws together tight behind his back. Grylor's eyes widened and he tried to move his legs before a swift smack to the back of his skull made him see stars.
"None of that. Be good. Or I'll tie down other things." Grylor's eyes hazed over a bit, and he tried not to grin. Two Skins didn't notice, as he had started to pull things out of the other wolf's tote. The white and black wolf took out a black leather collar with runes on it, attached to a four foot steel chain. Two Skins grinned and whistled as he read the name plate on the collar.
"Slut huh ...? Funny how you denied it earlier. Now. Are you going to admit it, so I can stick this around that scrawny, girly neck of yours?" Grylor nodded as best he good; his jade eyes bright, eager. Two Skins pulled the back of Grylor's green head fur, and despite the whimper of pain, secured the collar around the cockslut with skilled, deft paws. The girly wolf seemed to relax a bit; the collar resting snug, tight around his neck. Not enough to cut off air, but enough to give a constant reminder of his place. Two Skins pulled out a leather muzzle, a ball gag, a hood, and threw them each in short order over his shoulder, to join the cuffs on the hotel room floor.
"Trite. Pathetic. Banal .... Ahhhhhh!" Two Skins smiled as he pulled out a 8" studded glass dildo. "Now ... we're getting somewhere." He held up the glass sex toy to the light of the desk lamp, and a series of small, misshapen rainbows fell across his smirking muzzle. "You know ... this reminds me of a little devious foxy down a couple states that I need to pay back ..." Grylor's green eyes fletched back, and he licked his muzzles lips with a nervous tongue.
"Don't look at me like that!" With a snarl Two Skins grabbed a pillow and tore off the case, pulling the chain back and throwing it over the other wolf's head. He tried to tie off the open end as best he could, although some air still seeped into the case.
Grylor felt a paw push his head back down into the ruined sheets, and already he felt claustrophobic, blind, and his lungs heaved, the fresh air inside the dark pillow case already thinning. The fabric of the case seemed to close in on him, and the sounds outside his unlikely prison seemed muffled. The apprehension of not knowing what the other wolf was up to filled him with deep dread, but also sharp, unstoppable arousal. His tip began to peak its way out of its small sheath; the wet, tapered tip pressing into the soft fabric crotch of his pink panties.
Several minutes went by, and the air in the pillowcase got hot, heavy, and thick. Without warning, his panties where pulled aside right above his tail hole, and something cold, wet, yet hard, pressed into it, the ring of tight muscles flexing at the unexpected intruder. His bushy tail moved to try to block its entrance, but the collar yanked back in short series of sharp, but gentle, jerks.
"Say something. I want to know your pussy lungs can still cry out like the sissy bitch I'm about to make you into" The hard, cold toy parted Grylor's pucker effortlessly, and the barest hint of the nubbed tip slid into his tight, hot ass.
"NOOOOOO .... Please ... I changed my mind! It hurts! I'm not ready for this!" There was a brief pause, as Two Skins seemed to be listening for something. Suddenly Two Skins shoved the glass rod all the away in, the freezing nubs zipped against his prostrate, the toy brutally shoving apart his well used insides. The bound, hooded wolf howled, his hind legs thumping against the mattress, ass clenched hard around the unyielding penetrator, feebly trying to push it out.
"Uhhh uhhh uhhh .... you didn't say the magic word, Nedry ..." Hot, sticky tears of pain streamed down Grylor's muzzle, and his felt suffocated, his lungs burning. The pain in his ass was indescribable. And despite all this, through the haze of pain, Grylor felt his small, engorged length stab at the mattress, swimming in a perverse puddle of precum. The toy pulled back slowly, as if gentle paws were measuring how bad the pain really was for the other wolf. The glass dildo began to slide back in, the nubs of glass now rippling against the helpless wolf's prostrate, and it elicited a moan of pleasure from the cross dressed lupine. The moan was cut short as the chain was jerked hard, cutting the air from his vocal cords.
"My ... your loud. And just as I thought, you like this. Don't you? I can smell your puddle underneath that small thing you call a wolf cock. I have tasted your sweat. You need this don't you?"
"Y .. yes ..."
"Yes what?"
"Yes SIR!"
"And why do you need it?"
"Cause ... I'm ... a whore ..."
"Oh yes. Yes you are. Tell me, whore. Do you deserve this?"
"Yes!" Another tug on the chain caused Grylor to yip, but the glass dildo only seemed to build up a faster rhythm, and the slight pain, immense pleasure, building deep inside the prone wolf made it hard for him to think clearly.
"Who are you to tell me what you deserve?" Grylor bawled, tears running in rivets down his sweaty muzzle. His whole body shook with humiliation, need. Sweat poured from every pore, his form struggled, tried to get the dildo deeper in his ass.
"I'M NO ONE!"
"Thats right, worm. You little fucking cock tease. You want to know why I'm allowing you what you need, deserve?" Grylor closed his eyes and nodded. He felt the larger mass of the other wolf press close down to his covered ear, so that the bound wolf could hear his sweet whisper.
"Cause ... I ... love you ..." Grylor sobbed, chest heaving, as he nodded in agreement, his previously empty heart swelling with true, untainted, love.
"Th ... thank ... you .... SIR!" Grylor felt the larger wolf nuzzle the back of his neck, the gesture sincere, tender, before Two Skins adjust his weight back, the mattress shifting slightly. The toy's movements began again in earnest, and the collar pulled tight again, but Grylor jumped in surprise when he felt paw tips slide underneath him and grip his small member, just a hair longer than four and a half inches long. The paw gripped the knot tightly, thumb claw sliding over the slick shaft, pressing into the tender, soft, red flesh there.
Two Skins really started to slam the glass sex toy inside his abused tail hole, Grylor's whole body rocking with the hard, fast thrusts. His prostrate began to twitch, and his cock squirted with every push and pull of the toy in his now deliciously sore insides. Grylor found it hard not to grunt each time his body was literally ass fucked into the mattress. There was a growl, and the chain pulled back, hard, and Grylor's spine bent backwards, the leather collar choking the very air from his throat with a strained gurgle. After a few moments of this, Gylor's head swam, and his gurgle started to sputter. His bushy tail spasmed hard, jerking up and down like a spastic marionette on strings. His claws tore feebly at his bound wrists. This final act of torture cause his knot to swell, announcing his rapidly impeding climax, and Two Skins snickered, the sound distorted as, if he had something in his teeth.
"Marrmmp Youuu Closeee?" A sharp tug on the chain prompted Grylor to attempt a nod, but his oxygen starved brain only seemed to allow his muzzle dip once, twice. His back cramped from the brutal position, and drove what little breath still reminded in his lungs out. Grylor tried to howl out as he felt his climax build to a feverous crescendo, but his body seemed ... distant. Suddenly he fell forward, and his senses slammed back to earth with jarring force. His back screamed; his lungs burned as they gulped entire mouthfuls of rich oxygen. When he opened his eyes, the pillow case was gone, and Two Skins was busy untying his twitching paws.
"Good. Now. Get up. We're finished here." Grylor tried to cry out, but his lungs were still too busy catching their breath to allow words to form. He shook his head in protest, and tried to crawl over to the larger wolf once his paws where free. His still rock hard member throbbed painfully, bobbing gently as he reached for Two Skins. His swollen sacs pulsed hard, fast against the metal "O" ring that constrained them. This was beyond cruel. The sissy wolf mewed feebly, thick gobs of snot running down from his nostrils.
"What did I tell you? Now stop. Its pathetic." Two Skins got up and stretched, his tight back vertebrae popping in the process. He smiled and took out matching sets of leather ankle and wrist cuffs with "D" rings out of the black tote and threw them at Grylor's muzzle. The feeble wolf yipped when they hit him in the face and he cried some more, burying his face into the ruined bed sheets.
"Now. I'm sweaty. I'm going to go take a shower." The larger wolf grabbed some things from the black tote and made his way to the bathroom, peeling off his ruined, torn work shirt. As he tossed it to the floor and revealed his well muscled upper body, he flashed a quick grin at the whimpering wolf.
"I suppose even dirty bitches like you deserve a good cleaning now and again. But first ..." The black and white wolf pointed to the cuffs lying beside him. "...You'll have to put those on. I'll be inside. Pleasuring myself." With that grin the wolf closed the bathroom door. A few moments later, the hiss of a shower being turned on crept through the closed wooden door.
Grylor looked up at the door and tried to wipe his muzzle free of crocodile tears. When he was certain the other wolf had stepped under the shower spray, unable to hear him, he smiled and giggled to himself. Grylor flipped over on his back and stroked himself a bit; he hadn't been this hard in a while. He reached over his head and pulled out his cell phone from his tote, hitting a speed dial button. There was only one ring.
"How's the dinner date?"
"Excellent, my Master. We just finished up the appetizer. I think I was just invited to the main course."
"Did he fall for it?"
"Of course ... Master. I guess they grow them big and dumb where he comes from."
"When your done with him I want all the details! As well as some choice pictures!"
"Oh course Master. If it is okay with Master, I have to get going, he may be a brick, but he doesn't think like one all the time. I better get off before his starts to suspect something."
"Remember, don't fuck this up. We've been waiting months for this ..."
"Yes my Master. I promise. I won't" With that the lupine hung up his phone and tossed it back into the tote. As he shed his tight, black leather shirt, he revealed a series of black leather straps and "O" rings going down from his chest all the way down to meet his leather skirt. He gave a shark's grin to the closed doorway.
This was going to be fun ...
~ Fin Part I ~
What does Part II hold for our amorous wolves? Who's really in charge? Where's the infamous butt plug? Just why was the steak dinner half eaten anyway? Why am I asking all these question, instead of working on Part II? Anticipation can be the cruelest, best form of torture after all ~