Part II - Main Course
#2 of Dinner Date
The second part of a three part series. Insert witty claimer here about sexual content between two male wolves, and how its illegal to read if your underage. Grylor is copyright himself, and Two Skins is copyright Eldyran. On to the main course, shall we? As long as you Do Not Taunt HappyFun Ball(tm) !!!
Dinner Date - Part II - Main Course
2006 by Eldyran
Steam.
That was the only thing that Grylor saw upon entering the hotel bathroom. He closed the wooden door behind himself, and was instantly lost in a sea of steam. The constant hiss of the shower filled his erect, wary ears. He moved forward a foot or two, pink hind claws clicking on the bathroom tile, when suddenly a female wolf in bondage gear appeared out of the mist a foot from his left. He squealed in surprise, backing up against the wooden door behind him. Grylor's bushy, lupine tail shook with fear, and his trembling paws almost dropped the CD player held in his tenuous grasp. Strange enough, the female also shot back, afraid. A deep, condescending, masculine laugh echoed off the bathroom titles somewhere in the steam to his right.
"I see you found the mirror." The other wolf chuckled, moaning a bit in what seemed to be pleasure. "I don't know, your not all that scary when your all done up, Pet. In fact, if I didn't like cock and ass so much, I'd say we should just get those pitiful little sacs of yours snipped off."
Grylor put a shaky paw to his chest, the pink polish on the claws there, despite the fight earlier on the hotel bed, were still in great shape. He edged closer to the sink to his left, and in the mirror, looked at the smeared pink lipstick on his muzzle lips. His creamy, tan fur, once so meticulously groomed, was matted with old sweat; the sharp, green fur of his head, disheveled. A pair of jade eyes looked back at him; accused him of being a total, irredeemable slut. He looked like a two bit, used whore.
He smiled.
"Oh yeah ..." The other wolf continued, moaning it seemed in fantasy, "...We'll put you in a white dress and have ourselves a little 'hetero wedding. I bet even the baptist preacher himself wouldn't even notice. And every night, I'd dock my little trophy wife, shove my wolf cock deep inside his little sheath pussy."
Grylor blinked, trembled, the smile fading from his muzzle. His eyes closed slightly, allowing himself to sink ever so slight into the depraved mire of the sick fantasy. His sheath stirred, twitched around the tight leather straps and metal "O" ring that constrained it. He shook himself free of the tempting fantasy and set the CD player down on the sink, setting it up next to some black bungee cords.
"What's that about Pet? Your owner is getting impatient ..." The moans continued in earnest. Grylor smiled and hit the play button, and slid over to the shower through the sea of steam, his pink hind claws clicking on the moist floor tile. A various mix of NIN began to blare from the tiny speakers, starting with 'Head Like a Hole'.
God money I'll do anything for you.
God money just tell me what you want me to.
"I .... thought my Owner would ... enjoy some ... music?" A paw shot out of the shower with lightning speed and grasped the chain and collar around Grylor's neck, yanking the chain into the shower with brutal force. The tan colored wolf yelped in surprise, as the steam obscured his vision, and he almost tumbled into the shower, injuring himself. The first thing he saw was a pair of amber eyes, almost glowing, floating in the thick, hot air before him, now only a foot away. He could partially see a muzzle, fangs bared, blistering water from the shower head running down it in rivets.
God money nail me up against the wall.
God money don't want everything he wants it all.
"What the fuck did you think you were doing, going through my stuff?" The chain pulled closer, and Grylor yelped continuously, pathetically as the searing water pelted him from above, scalding his fur and skin. The collared wolf tried to backpedal away, his footpads slipping under the moist tile. The grip that held his chain was made of steel, forged by steel. Tears of pain fell from the corners of Grylor's closed eyes, mixing with the tormenting spray of the shower head, before falling to the coarse, textured shower floor. After a few moments, Grylor adjusted to the hot water, the stinging sensation, and he opened his jade eyes. The larger lupine sat on a small ledge in the shower, which was one of those handicap showers with handrails and metal crane arms above.
Head like a hole.
Two Skin's grinned viscously at Grylor, his white and black with gray streaked fur matted down from the boiling spray from the shower head above. The inverted triangle of his upper body flexed against the chain, his biceps straining, fighting with the weight of the smaller lupine. Steam rolled off his body, swirled around his sheath, where his half erect wolf cock spilled from its protection. The flesh there had turned bright red, like the chitinous shell of a cooked lobster.
Black as your soul.
Grylor whined at the sight alone; what pain the temperature of the water must cause to such sensitive flesh made him wince. He glanced down underneath the gyrating hips of the larger lupine, and watched his own black butt plug disappear and reappear with hypnotic, erotic rhythm. Two Skins' wet tail beat hard against the shower wall with each downward thrust on to the toy.
I'd rather die than give you control.
"B ... but that's mine ... so I thought ..." Grylor whined, before Two Skins' other paw shot out and choked the objection from his throat. His wet hackles tried to raise, and his muzzle lips furled away from his large canines.
"Insubordinate pets like you shouldn't think." He took his paw off Grylor's throat, and leaned back to replace it with one of his hind feet, the footpad pressed up tight below the little bitch's chin. Two Skins grinned again as he pulled on the chain, the collar forcing Grylor's neck forward, while the other wolf's cruel hind foot pushed his chin backwards. Grylor whined, and as instinct, both paws grasped for the chain around his collar.
Bow down before the one you serve.
Two Skins' leaned back against the back of the shower wall, and used it to steady himself as his other hind foot planted itself firmly into the harnessed groin of his pet. Grylor yelped, doubling over as best as the other hind foot would allow, as the sudden blow tore the breath from his lungs. Two Skins' hind claws hooked underneath the "O" ring that constrained the smaller wolf's sheath and furry sacs, and jerked it back and forth. Grylor yipped with each jerk, the pain, pleasure causing his pink, tapered tip to emerge at the opening of the small small sheath.
You're going to get what you deserve.
"Lets get one think perfectly clear ..." Two Skins said, his eyes returning to their normal, stoic gray color, "... when it comes to this weekend at least, I own you. Therefore, anything you thought you owned, I own. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Grylor attempted to nod, the hind claws of his owner biting into the tender flesh under his muzzle chin. It apparently wasn't good enough for the other wolf, who yanked hard on the chain; Grylor's head forced back at a brutal angle. He saw stars, the pressure on his neck made him dizzy, before he cried out.
"Yes SIR!"
Two Skins' brow narrowed, looking at Grylor's fur. As messed up, matted as the tan, cream colored fur was, something was missing. Something filthy. Something nasty. Two Skin's muzzle lips pealed back in a depraved grin, and his head leaned back against the shower wall. He took a paw and gripped his half erect member, the scalded flesh there tender under his rough pads, and aimed it dead center of Grylor's chest.
With a satisfying groan of release, a stream of clear urine arched through the air and splashed against the chest of the held wolf. The faint whiff of urea waifed up to Grylor's sensitive, flared nostrils through the thick, hot steam, and he squirmed against the two burly hind feet, his lupine tongue trying to lap at the clear, light stream. Two Skins chuckled and jerked his cock a bit, sending splatters of urine across Grylor's muzzle and face, which gaped wide, catching as much as he could of the tangy piss juice on the taste buds of his tongue.
"Oh yes my little piss whore. I'm going to use your girly ass like I'm using your precious little butt plug. And your going to let me. And your going to love every second of it. Isn't that right ... BITCH?" Two Skins suddenly let go of the chain, and brought a kick to bear on Grylor's slender chest, which had a pattern of straps and "O" rings all the way down his slim body. The tan wolf barked and flew backwards, yipping pitifully when he slammed against the hard, tiled floor.
"Now, get up. I'm sick of waiting. Take those bungee cords over by the sink and come sit on my lap." Grylor nodded, holding his chest as he attempted to get up, before he slipped and fell back down.
"Gods your feeble. Look at yourself. Even pups can stand up. I bet it's been a while since someone has given you what you deserve hasn't it? Everyone else got disgusted at your inept wretchedness and left didn't they?" Grylor wanted to laugh in the face of the cocky wolf with the truth, but then the ruse would be blown, and he'd be beaten sore for it. Instead he only nodded and crawled to the sink, getting the black cords, before crawling into the shower, and sitting on Two Skins' lap with his back to the other wolf's chest.
"Good. Good. Now for being such an obedient Pet, I'm going to give you the main course of this little dinner date." Two Skins smirked as he took the bungees from Grylor's paw, and hooked them up to the strong, metal arm crane above them. He hooked two up to Grylor's leather wrists cuffs at the "D" rings, the other two he pulled through the handrails to either side, and hooked them at similar adornments on Grylor's ankles.
The other wolf gave a perverse moan as the cords pulled tight, his arms and legs spreading out like a male cheerleader caught in a mockery of the 'lunge'. His hind feet spread out in a wide V, dangling high above the floor, just above hip height. His sheath jutted out obscenely, and his small erection continued to slide out. His still sore arms burned as they hung tight above his head, and he thrashed a bit, moaning, his eyes now closed.
Grylor's moans caused the wolf cock underneath him to harden almost instantly, the swelling, engorging flesh of the shaft rubbing suggestively against the split cleft of Grylor's spread ass cheeks. Two Skins smiled and rocked his hips a bit in tandem to the thumps of 'Closer'. The sensitive, red flesh of his seven inch member slid just underneath the other wolf's flexing tail hole, which caused Grylor's tail to twitch in unrivaled pleasure.
You let me violate you,
You let me desecrate you
Grylor thrashed a bit more, whining, wishing his hind feet were planted on the floor so he could use them to push back and forth on the slick wolf meat just barely riding his ass. Two Skins ran his paws up the slimmer wolf's chest, to tease a perked nipple. The hot, scalding water from the shower spray ran down between the soaked fur of their undulating bodies. Two Skins grabbed a hold of Grylor's muzzle, forcing his tongue between the lipstick covered muzzle lips. With his other paw he reached between their close, lupine forms, and placed his tapered tip so that on the next thrust, the head of his wolf cock slid just inside Grylor's pucker, teasing.
You let me penetrate you,
You let me complicate you
Grylor groaned, thrashed wildly against his bonds; his own erection shooting a squirt of pre into the blistering downpour. On each rock of his owners hips, in rhythm to the beat, another quarter inch of wolf meat slid into his tender, torn insides, still lubed from earlier.
Help me I broke apart my insides,
Help me I've got no Soul to tell
Now it was Two Skin's turn to groan; his hardness sinking deeper and deeper into the soft insides of the other wolf. Only another wolf would know him, could know him. Only another wolf was worthy of him. Each time he punished Grylor, he punished himself. They were kin, brothers. Two kindred souls, awash in the sea of a mad, insane world.
Help me the only thing that works for me,
Help me get away from myself
One of Two Skins' paws reached around and gripped Grylor's four and a half inch erection, which to most furs, would be a major turn off. Two Skins found it quite the opposite in fact, and enjoyed the feeling of grasping almost the entire cock in his large paw, the rough pad scraping against the wet, engorged knot. Grylor gasped, moaning loudly, which cause Two Skins to moan in return, using his other paw to push Grylor's hips down up his stiff rod, spearing the helpless, bound wolf.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
Grylor's suspended form shuddered, pulled at his constraints. The hardness inside him slid across his throbbing, sore prostrate, which still hadn't found release from the torture earlier. Each time the large lupine phallus almost hilted him, he became whole, worthy. He was a cockslut. It was his existence. Each time he was fucked he became a God.
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Two Skins' body strained, flexed at the pleasure, pain he was both giving, receiving. The massive but plug underneath him ground against his prostrate and forced apart his insides with brutal impartiality. With each rock of his hips, the nearly suspended tan wolf sank back down again and again on his thick meat. This harmonic, primal union between Grylor and himself defied reason, morality. Few could comprehend this.
You can have my isolation,
You can have the hate that It brings
Grylor head bobbed back and forth, and Two Skins took a free paw and grasped the chain attached to the collar, pulling it back. He snapped at Grylor's scruff growling.
"Well bitch, how does it feel? How does it feel to be helpless, to know that you cant even ride your lover to climax. How does it feel when you cant even touch yourself." Two Skins ran his claws hard over Grylor's knot, causing the slightly smaller wolf to yelp in pain, his insides clamping harder around the other wolf's member. Grylor thrashed about growling out his need; his prostrate swelling. He felt Two Skins' knot slam into the base of his tail again and again.
You can have my absence of faith,
You can have my Everything
"Ohhhh it hurts! Please ... I cant take it ... !!!" A tug on the chain caused Grylor to yipe, silencing him.
"Oh I know it hurts. But you'll take it. You'll take it all of it!" With that Two Skins shoved his swollen, thick knot as far up his squirming bitch as he could, hilting him. Grylor howled in pain, pleasure as the thick knot slammed into his prostrate with viscous force. Blood from his torn insides seeped around the base of Two Skins' cock, where the falling water turned it bright red as it fell, swirled, disappeared down the shower drain.
Help me tear down my reason,
Help me it's your sex I can smell
The scent of his own blood caused Grylor to lash out, frenzy, as his muzzle snapped back to rip out Two Skins' yellow eyes. A measured punch to the back of Grylor's skull caused the smaller lupine's head to snap forward, knocking the senses momentarily from him. His bared teeth found his bound right arm, and he bit at it; his arousal feral, uncontainable. Two Skins placed arm around Grylor's chest, feeling his both their prostrates swelling in unison, wanting to be as physically close to the other wolf as possible when they both climaxed.
Help me you make me perfect,
Help me become somebody Else
Grylor felt the arm wrap around his chest, and his fangs tore into it's flesh, down till the canines hit bone. The sudden flare of white hot across his nerves caused Two Skins to howl, clamp down harder on the knot he held, his own knot swelling, grinding against Grylor's prostrate. Two Skins was lost in a haze; the line between unbearable pain and hell's bliss disappeared in his mind. Gylor was a God. No one before him had been able to take him to Pinhead's Paradise of Hellraiser fame. His rational mind lost comprehension; his body frantically pounded away at Grylor's. It tried in vain to merge, become one with him, to somehow get the rest of itself inside the God Wolf.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
Their lupine bodies strained, flexed hard as they drove hard and fast into each other. Both wolves became one. Their torment, ecstasy merged. Both shuddered, howled to the ceiling with the act of creation, as their prostrates twitched once, twice, pulling their seed from their pulsing sacks. They came, their twitching shafts exploding in unison. Two Skins' burning spunk coated Grylor's bleeding insides, over filling it, as the excess poured out of his abused tail hole. Grylor's thick load emptied again and again, each spurt shooting wildly, coating both wolves' drenched fur.
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
The intense, simultaneous climax caused both wolves to pass out, and they slumped against each other, the shower wall. It was only Two Skins' tight embrace of his bound God that stopped him from falling and smashing his skull on the shower floor. They remained like that for several minutes, in perfect, total harmony, before the demented real world pulled Two Skins from Godhood. His unfocused eyes snapped opened, and he shook his head, drops of water flying in the process. After a moment, he remembered who he was and where he was. The large wolf groaned with the lost of the bond he had just experienced. He hugged Grylor tighter, before unbinding the still unconscious lupine, and shutting off the shower.
Two Skins carried the other wolf in his strong arms, his biceps straining under the load, before he laid Grylor gently down in the ruined hotel bed they had recently struggled in. He took up residence behind the slightly smaller wolf, and wrapped an arm around him. The black and white wolf pressed their wet, naked, furred forms together in a tight embrace, pressing his nose into into the tan wolf's neck.
After about twenty minutes, Grylor's eyes shot open and he squirmed. A hush from Two Skins' muzzle lips next to his erect ears calmed him, and he relaxed into the other wolf's warm embrace. A few more minutes passed before a grumble from the larger wolf made Grylor smile.
"Is Sir hungry? Pet has leftovers from his Owner's gracious meal ..."
"I'm too tired ..."
"Can Pet serve Owner in bed? Pet would appreciate the opportunity to service his Master ..." Two Skin's chuckled. Apparently Grylor still wanted to keep their roles in the afterglow of their first time together. His oversized, arrogant ego suspected nothing.
"Fine Pet. Feed Master." With that Grylor got up and almost skipped to his Styrofoam container with the leftover steak. He brought it back and sat down on the torn sheets, paws shaking. Two Skins thought he was just eager to please his owner, and he leaned back against the headboard as Grylor used a plastic knife and fork to cut up the leftover steak into smaller pieces. Meanwhile 'The Paw that Feeds" began to play from the forgotten CD player, it's lyrics barely audible so far away.
You're keeping in step
In the line
Two Skins smiled as Grylor brought the first piece of meat over to his muzzle, and he took it in his teeth and chewed, like a ignorant lamb before its impending slaughter.
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Another piece, another mouth full. Two Skins smiled up at Grylor, who's normally jade eyes had turned a shocking shade of icy blue. Grylor smiled back, a sharks smile; very white, perfect canines sparkled in grinning muzzle. Something cold settled in Two Skins' heart, and he was suddenly afraid. Maybe it was in his gut.
Because you do
What you're told
Another piece. Two Skins blinked, hesitant, but Grylor was insistent, almost pushing the meat into Two Skins' muzzle. Two Skins chewed absently, and thats when he first noticed the numbing sensation spreading from his muzzle lips and gut. His heart turned to ice, blood chilling.
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold
Two Skins brow furrowed, and he pushed the fork away.
Just how deep do you believe?
"What the fuck?" Two Skins scrambled out of bed, his unsteady legs already numb, unresponsive. Grylor got up, backed away, smiling. Thoughts congealed within Two Skins' slow, molasses like mind, and he suddenly put two and two together.
Will you bite the paw that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
"You MOTHER FUCKER!" Two Skins growled, and tried to lurch, to tear off the paw that fed him. His reflexes were already sabotaged, the paralyzing nerve agent already working its treachery in his fit physic. Grylor barely had to move to the side as Two Skins hit the carpeted floor with bone jarring force. Fog settled in Two Skins' mind as darkness creeped to the edges of his vision.
Can you get up off your knees?
Two Skins feebly fought to get up, before Grylor's hind foot ground his head back down to the floor. Grylor's insane laughter echoed in Two Skins' ears.
"Now who's the feeble, Bitch?" Two Skins tried to fight, claw, but instead he found himself drooling like a vegetable on the cloud colored carpeting of his hotel room, paralyzed, darkness descending upon him.
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
Two Skins, heard, rather than saw, a cell phone ringing, only once.
"I think his mouth his bigger than his stomach Master ... he never saw it coming ..." That was the last thing the egoistical, entrapped, and foolish lupine heard before darkness overtook him ...
~ Fin Part II ~
The plot thickens. What does the future hold for the blindsided lupine and his backstabbing servant? Its a safe bet it involves revenge, and just desserts. Best served cold of course ...