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Lewis's consciousness fades in slowly, and when he first hears the voices again he's convinced he's dreaming.

“Completely out of the question. Completely out of the fucking question."

“Why so hasty a judgment, mm? You didn't see how he - “

“No, don't – don't try to twist the issue. It'd be suicidal. Too much risk."

“It'd be fun. Since when have we had any fun at all? I think you've forgotten what that's like!"

“If we get half of a city out here combing the wilderness because you let one get away and he tells the whole goddamn world that he found a bunch of werewolves on the other side of the pass - “

“We won't."

“Oh! I mean – great. How reassuring. You just know in your heart of hearts he's not going to tell all as soon as he scurries back to civilization, huh? Did he promise before or after you tied him up?"

“Ask him yourself, Buddy! I think he's finally awake."

Lewis's eyelids flutter open, blinking. He doesn't make any effort to move as his mind hurriedly ticks through the series of events that led him there. Seeing the wolves in the pass – they spied on him in his camp – one of them baited him out across the valley – the smell of him stuck in his mouth, the ache in his thighs, his asshole, his entire lower body. His eyes focus slowly on the rock ceiling above, morning light filtering in from somewhere that he can't see, and grits his teeth as the consequences of his actions slowly dawn on him. Below him there's a bed of dried grass, pine needles, well-trodden and tamped down against the earth. The wolf that he'd spent the last night with was just out of his periphery, though his slow, gravelly voice was unmistakably close. The other wolf was closer, sitting on something up against the wall of the ravine. He tries to move and dimly realizes he can't. His hands are still bound at the wrist with the remnants of his clothing, tighter now than they had been last night, raised above his head against the floor. He tries to move his legs, but they pull against something scratchy and fibrous, that feels like old rope, and they barely budge. He's still completely naked other than his binds – and at this final realization he lets in a long, shuddering breath, heart rate spiking.

Buddy – at least, that's what the bigger wolf called him – only chuckles, throaty and irritated. “Great. Now he can scream for help. Nero, We should get rid of him and be - “

The low, smooth voice from last night comes out again from somewhere Lewis can't see. “I don't think he would do that! I think that would be against his best interests, and I think he knows that. No need to get us all into trouble."

Lewis cranes his neck, looking for the wolf – His wolf, he thinks for a minute, only half-processing the name “Nero" – but he can't. Buddy stares at him from one side, neck craning over to inspect him up and down, clearly expecting to be proven right.

When Lewis only manages to stare back dumbfounded, Buddy cracks a snarling grin and leans back. “I'll be damned, then. Maybe he's just too stupid." Lewis tries to get as good a look at him as possible – he recognizes Buddy as the wolf that accompanied his wolf, back when they all first got acquainted, in the hollow of the cliff. Buddy's leaning with his legs open against the wall, thick arms folded against his chest. He's got the same long, matted fur and he's even a bit taller than his companion, if a bit more wiry. He isn't wearing anything, either – his cock lays there unceremoniously against the rock he's sitting back across, leathery and thick, leaning against the wolf's bare thigh. Lewis's gaze gets fixed on it for a moment too long, and Buddy notices, grin expanding.

Lewis groans, eyes clenched shut as he rolls his head back, pressing it against the floor. He grits out. “I'm not particularly smart. That's well-established."

Buddy snorts. “Yeah. Don't think anyone would miss you. Nero, we should just - “

Nero interrupts, as Lewis hears him turn around suddenly in a soft footstep closer by. “Good point. Would anyone miss you?"

There's a sudden silence as Lewis looks towards the voice. He finally notes Nero's form towering over him out of the corner of his vision, a huge gray and black mass looking at him. “Asking you, Lewisss."

Lewis starts, shaking against his bonds. “I, uh - “

“Who knows you're out here."

“I mean, my employer, but – but I'm usually out for long periods, so - "

“And what's your job?"

“What's that got to do with - "

“Not in a position to be asking questions, are you?" Buddy laughs again, staring over Lewis's body with a toothy grin.

Lewis starts again, looking from left to right. He forces himself to talk - “I, uh. I survey – I'm a cartographer, I survey areas, I draw the maps. Cities, uh, the planners, they need to know what the landscape looks like, right, resolve claims, resolve ownership disputes, so I go out and it's my stupid job to walk every square mile of this forest."

The silence is longer. Buddy looks up, expression flattened, intently staring ahead. Lewis takes in a loud breath to fill the silence. Suddenly, Nero is there, without Lewis realizing he'd walked over, and the imposing black claws of his digitigrade legs press into the mat of vegetation right next to his ear, his body arched over to stare intently through Lewis's eyes. The scent of him is sudden and strong and familiar after the previous night, earthy and dark and invasive. Then, the wolf squats down, resting his elbows on his knees, and his cock ends up right next to Lewis's face, only a few inches away, the bulbous head hanging thick and limp just above the ground, directly in his vision. It smells like the previous night had smelled, and Lewis's entire body suddenly feels twenty degrees warmer, teeth clenching down. Nero's sharp, yellow eyes pierce down at him.

“That's very interesting. Isn't it, Buddy?"

Buddy grunts. “All the more reason to make sure he doesn't get back and tell them they can put a fuckin' road in through our land."

Lewis blinks, gaze still taken up by the entirety of Nero, breathing long and hard and praying for a gulp of fresh air but it suddenly feels like the whole ravine has been flooded with that warm, musky smell. He attempts to make an impassioned appeal in his defense but all he can get out is a low, “I, uh , I think -"

Nero laughs, neck arching closer in towards Lewis's face. “Might be an opportunity!"

“What are you talking about - "

“Well, if they're already hell-bent on using our land, suddenly, they're not going to stop just because one little cartographer went missing."

“So we find the next one and they'll get the hint."

“You're giving them too much credit. At best, we'll have a constant annoyance on our hands and have to be constantly paranoid in our own home, or, at worst, they send a larger force to wipe out the pesky wolf problem." Nero leans further down towards Lewis, close enough that his breath brushes against Lewis's naked neck. “That's probably what would happen, no?"

Lewis stays silent and motionless but for his eyes darting up to finally lock with Nero's, who reaches down to trace the side of Lewis's head with one outstretched talon. Lewis shivers, mouth opening. “Uh – yes, I think so. That sounds reasonable. I don't know, I swear, I'm just here to look around – not like they tell me why they need the place surveyed! I swear."

Lewis blinks up at Nero, who remains still for a few seconds and then chuckles, cooing like he's praising a dog that just did a trick - “How cute. You're practically shaking." Before Lewis can retort, the wolf rears down, mouth open, and drags his huge tongue across the middle of Lewis's face, from bottom to top, leaving a long trail of slobber and bringing out a string of muffled curses. The scent is even more overpowering, clouding his head.

Buddy calls over with a laugh - “Hey, not just shaking – your little friend's getting hard, too." To Lewis's horror, he's indeed already at half-mast – he hadn't realized that his erection had been growing ever since Nero walked over.

Nero looks down at his captive with a smug smirk across his muzzle and straightens up. “Of course he is."

Lewis grits out, again gone completely beet-red: “What the hell do you mean, 'Of course he is?'"

Buddy laughs, leaning forward. “You want some help with that, little guy?"

Lewis scoffs. “What?"

“I mean, you're not in a position to help yourself."

“Just untie me, let me do it myself - "

Nero laughs. “No."

Lewis clenches his eyes again, leaning his neck back against the mat of pine needles. He thinks about last night, about Nero's huge cock pushing into him, and how it's right there, and it's exactly the same as he remembered it – and how he has to fight the urge to stare at it and smell it and think about it. And how undeniably obscene it is with these wolves, and their huge, muscular bodies just walking around in the open with their cocks hanging down and the thought of it makes him -

He coughs, twisting around in his restraints. Any distraction. “Yeah. Fine. Just – please."

Nero circles around his body and moves to sit down next to Buddy, against the wall of the ravine, shoulder to shoulder, stretching out with another chuckle. “Just be gentle. He's very delicate. Precious thing."

Lewis watches, wide-eyed, as Buddy stretches out one of his legs, less muscled than Nero's but still athletic and powerful, brandishing the claws on the underside of his huge paw. Slowly, and carefully enough to make a show out of it for Nero's benefit, he brings the pad of his paw down on top of Lewis's stiffening cock, pressing it against his belly firmly. Lewis lets out the tiniest of groans but both of the wolves react as if it had been a yell, ears perking and heads turning. Lewis opens his mouth to say something, but before he's able to, Buddy slides the pressure up his abdomen, slowly – then back down, slowly – taking several seconds each time. Lewis's hips slowly begin to rock into it, without his conscious effort, eyes clenching shut, the mud and grime on Buddy's foot smearing off onto his dick. Nero looks triumphant as he stretches out his legs and crosses them in front of Lewis's head, leaving both of them just inches from Lewis's face. Buddy's grin is toothy and obnoxious.

After a minute of this agonizingly slow treatment, by the time Lewis is leaking pre-cum onto his chest, Nero clears his throat, letting out a gruff, bassy noise that sounds like continental plates scraping against each other. “So, as I was saying, I think this is an opportunity. Lewis?"

Lewis doesn't register it at first, eyes still clenched shut. Nero pushes forward with one of his paws, nudging him with a bit more force than was necessary in the side of the head. “I'm talking to you. Look over here." Lewis grunts at the indignation, but turns his head and opens his eyes to Nero. “Wh – what."

“I said I think this is an opportunity."

It's hard for Lewis to concentrate through the force of the paw on his cock and the pressure it's putting on him. “I – why?"

“Well, we can't have anyone clearing a path through our land. You know what that means – first a road, then a little outpost, then a few people move in, and then they need another road – etcetera, the way humans always do it." He talks like they're having a pleasant chat in an office, matter of fact and pleasant, and it makes Lewis's teeth clench in frustration.

“S-so?" He lets out a gasp as a wave of sensation from his crotch overcomes him momentarily, sending his hips arching up. Buddy laughs, a noisy hack.

“I think you could maybe help us with that!"

It clicks in Lewis's head. “You want me to – tell them it's no good for building." He lets in another breath, feeling his climax on the horizon.

Nero nods. “Aren't you bright." He tilts his head to the human and then leans in against Buddy, muttering something faintly in his ear. The motions of Buddy's leg suddenly slow down dramatically, and Lewis takes several huge breaths, like he's just come up from underwater. “F-fuck."

Buddy laughs. “Just look at him."

Nero grunts. “Incredible, isn't he?"

“Still not sure why you want to keep him, but he's pretty entertaining. Just think he'd be a pain to have around."

“Oh, I'm sure we'll figure something else out. He doesn't seem picky."

Lewis clamps his eyes shut, desperate to change the subject. “And what's stopping me from just – telling you I'll do it and then telling everyone about the werewolves over the ridge and then skipping town forever?"

Nero tilts his head. “What, you don't want to come back?"

The pace of Buddy's motions increases, pressing even harder. Lewis gasps - “Wh – what? Why would – I."

Nero scoffs. “Don't play dumb."

Buddy starts, like he's suddenly realized something, his paw slipping off of Lewis's aching cock and landing heavily on his hip – he covers his face with one hand, laughing. “So that's what you're doing. Nero, you idiot, you're actually – Nero, you fucking idiot." Lewis whines, hips pressing upwards into nothing.

Nero crosses his powerful arms, gaze still locked on Lewis. “Tell them they can't build here, and you get to come back."

Claws brush against his crotch again as Lewis pushes helplessly into the air with a frustrated groan. “What kind of a deal is that - "

“You seem to be having a decent enough time. And you did last night, too. Even if we just let you go – do you really think you'd stay away? I was watching you that restless night. You fell asleep a lot better in my arms! Immediately, really."

There's an indignant lump in Lewis's throat, face red with embarrassment yet again. He pauses, lost for words, thinking of saying that he'd never come back to this but unable to get the message out of his throat. Instead he croaks out: “Let me finish."

Both of the wolves laugh uproarously, echoing for several seconds on the walls of the ravine, rough and hard noises over each other.

Nero catches himself: “Oh, that's just precious - Is that it? Is that what you want, all you want?"

Buddy: “All he can think of, after all that. My god, you found a good one."

“Poor little guy just wants to finish."

Lewis grits his teeth. “You said you were going to help me with it – finish it."

Nero laughs again. “He didn't say he'd let you finish. What would you do if we were to let you finish? Hmm? What would you give. Would you lick my paws clean, right there on the ground?" He pushes against the side of Lewis's head with his feet again, this time against his cheek, leaving a brown smear of dirt across his face. “Would you suck off Buddy over there? I was just telling him how nice it was to get a blow job without the giver where the giver doesn't have a mouth full of fangs."

Buddy snorts, nodding, pushing around Lewis's cock idly with his foot but not actually pressing down on it. “We do our best for each other, you know, but a human – shit, that'd be a rare treat." He spreads his other leg out wide, letting his flaccid dick flop obscenely out into the open for Lewis to see.

“Exactly. So, which is it."

Lewis shakes his head. “What?"

“Lick me clean or else suck off Buddy and you can finish. Which will it be."

Lewis struggles against his bonds, still trying to tilt his hips into Buddy's paw unsuccessfully. “Just – fucking let me finish and I'll do it."

Nero's voice gets lower, more commanding, smoother. “Lay still and decide or you'll have to do both."

Lewis squirms again, teeth clenching. He lets out a loud, sharp, “FUCK!" that disappears into the forest above.

Nero makes a show of looking disappointed: “Tsk. Okay. Both, then. Which are you going to do first?"

Lewis turns to him, almost shaking, still trying to get any friction on Buddy's paw – but it keeps sliding away as soon as it gets close. “Just - "

Nero interrupts: “A solid answer or the offer's off the table completely."

“Please, let me, first, then - "

Nero snorts, looking away. “Then don't finish."

Lewis lets out a long, garbled noise, turning his neck towards Nero's foot hurriedly. “No, come on, I'll lick you clean, please, I'll - "

“Too late, precious."

Lewis opens his mouth and tries to plant it against the pad of Nero's foot but it moves away – Nero stands up, head tilted. Lewis lets his head drop back down, eyes closed tightly, biting his tongue. Buddy is visibly trying not to laugh. Nero walks around to where Lewis is tied up by his ankles and squats down again, untying something quietly with his claws.

He finally speaks up - “Anyway, it's been fun, Lewis, but you really do have to make a decision. Do you want to come back, or don't you? We'd love to have you."

Lewis mutters under his breath, repeating with a wry chuckle – “Have me." Nero's ears twitch.

“Yes, or no?"

“What if I say no?"

Buddy calls over: “That sounds like something that someone who wants to say 'Yes' would say, huh?"

Nero snorts. “Shut up, Buddy. If you say 'No,' and you go and tell everyone about us, then we'll just have to move. We could just throw you off a cliff, and I think Buddy might still want to do that, but if they've sent one person – well, it's only a matter of time before this place will be a pain to live in. No point in killing you. But," he leans in, “If you tell them this area isn't any good, then we can stay. And you can come see me. As often as you like."

Buddy pipes up again. “I mean, I sure would love to try out that mouth of yours."

Lewis thinks, eyes closed, for what feels like a good while, trying to ignore his aching dick still resting against his chest. He mutters out - “You going to cause any problems in the area if you stay?"

Nero shakes his head, voice sober. “Won't touch a soul that doesn't come into this valley. The place is big enough for us. But just us."

“Mmm."

Nero looks up, humming. “Either you never see either of us again. Or else – if you decide to let us stay, to stick around, tomorrow I'll fuck you. Figure that's what you're after, the way you've been staring at me this entire time. Promise."

At those last words, something in Lewis's head short-circuts, making a hasty decision. He blinks and blurts out, without thinking, “Okay." It sounds much louder than he means it and for a moment he wonders if he actually said it or just imagined it. Both Buddy and Nero blink, looking at each other and then at the human. He stammers. “I – I mean, uh, I figure since - "

Buddy laughs again, pounding his fist against the ledge. Nero calmly reaches down and picks up Lewis from beneath, cradling his still-tied up in his arms against his furry, wide chest. He looks down possessively, breath again landing on Lewis's neck, drying off the slobber on his face. “Goood. Good to hear." That same tone again. Lewis blinks, caught off guard by it, and Buddy points with one outstretched claw.

“Look at him. Look at his face! It was that easy! All you had to do is say you'd fffuck him, and..."

“I'm going to carry our new friend back, Buddy."

Lewis closes his eyes as Nero starts walking away. Buddy's laughter continues down the ravine for a minute or two until they exit and slip back into the forest.

--

Lewis doesn't recognize most of the forest they travel through, as hard as he tries to pay attention – the wolf takes routes he hadn't seen and wouldn't have thought about, weaving through the rugged terrain with predatory ease. He's having enough trouble not acting frustrated at being denied his orgasm, especially since he's being cradled against a wall of chiseled muscle and fur. It's just after mid-day when they get back to Lewis's camp, untended and messy, campfire completely out. Lewis is still tied up, and though his dick has finally gone soft he's still on edge, still wanting to finish. Nero places him gently down on his back next to his tent and stands over him, inspecting his body again. His dick hangs out almost directly above Lewis's head.

Lewis grunts. “Don't you wear a loincloth or something. Can you really just let that dangle out all the time."

“Normally, yes, it's wise to put it away – but, you know, today I figured I'd dress to impress."

“Why do you have that, anyway, instead of a wolf's dick?"

“Why, would you rather get fucked by a real wolf? I might be able to arrange that."

“I, uh, I didn't say that, just curious, since - "

Nero laughs, walking over beside him and kneeling down. “Anyway. When do your employers expect you back?"

Lewis grumbles. “Four days."

“Lovely. Plenty of time. Take the rest of today and forge those maps. Should be faster without actually having to see the places, right?"

“Yeah."

“Good. Then you can see me tomorrow."

Lewis's chest flutters – nerves. “...Yeah."

“That clearing, where you saw me last night? Go the same way, but go around the hill instead of up it. There's a little abandoned cabin on the west side, tucked under some trees. We use it to rest sometimes. Leave here in the morning, get there at noon. Bring food for yourself. Don't think you want to eat what we eat, though you're welcome to try."

Lewis blinks, processing the directions. “I – okay. Right. Same hill, west side. Noon."

“And, one more thing – I can tell you're itching to get out of those bindings. Don't cum between now and the next time I see you."

Lewis furrows his brow. “What!?" He furiously and unsuccessfully tries to sit up. Nero calmly lifts his leg and puts his foot across Lewis's chest to still him, smearing more dirt over him and sending another spike of arousal through paths in Lewis's brain he didn't know were there.

“We gave you several chances to finish and you denied them all. So – not until tomorrow."

“Bullshit!"

“Why?"

“Well, you can't stop me."

Nero laughs. “Do you want to see me tomorrow or don't you?"

“I do."

“Then tell me you won't touch yourself until you see me tomorrow."

“I mean, I – why?"

Nero chuckles, and his voice becomes very low, sturdy and smooth and authoritative, sliding his foot-paw off of Lewis's chest and planting it in the dirt. “My home. My rules. It's just not going to be any fun otherwise. Wouldn't you agree?"

Lewis grumbles. “How would you even know."

“I'll know."

“How?"

“Oh, precious..."

Lewis makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, trying to get up again but quickly giving up. “Why do you keep calling me that – Fine! Fine, I'll fucking lay off until tomorrow. Okay? Just untie me. Every part of me is sore."

Nero starts to bend down. “Say it. You won't cum before I see you tomorrow."

Lewis swallows, scoffing. “I won't cum before I see you tomorrow."

Nero stares for a few moments, analyzing the tone of Lewis's statement. “Good." He reaches down and methodically unties Lewis's ankles, and then his hands – and leaves him there, lumbering off. Lewis scrambles up to watch him – the wolf looks over his shoulder and pauses, chuckling.

“In any case, if you do – don't bother showing up."

Then he's on all fours and darting out of the clearing, disappearing into the brush. Lewis pants, exhausted, before realizing he's still naked – and darts towards his tent to find his clothes.

As he searches, his hand brushes against his dick, and his fingers momentarily close around it, thoughtfully. Then they let go. He grabs a folded shirt from a canvas bag and starts to hold it over his head – and then throws it away again, falling down onto his sleeping mat with one hand over his face, teeth clenched. He remains like that for a minute, two minutes, five minutes, like he thinks the wolf is still watching, but there's no sound from outside but the wind. The smell of the spit on him – of Buddy's foot against his crotch – of the previous night – fill the small space like the wolves are right there with him, and he growls in frustration.

Quietly, reluctantly, his hand goes back to his stiffening cock and starts to pump over it. A low sound grits out of him as his thoughts wander.

--

Lewis follows the trail he remembers and manages not to get lost, by some miracle of his own memory or else because someone else has been quietly clearing brush in the right path. There's no way the wolf would know. He'd washed everything, twice, just in case. He tries to mutter to himself not to be worried. It was a bluff. The wolf expected him to be a pushover and just wanted him to show up extra pent-up so he could torment him more. He didn't have to fall for it! He had some self-respect. I know what they're doing. I don't have to just play along. Right? He reaches the hill and walks around it, looking for a path but finding none, picking through undergrowth and vines. After a few minutes, though, the location comes into view – a small shack, maybe three or four meters in each dimension, propped up by aging, well-worn wood and rusted nails under the shade of huge juniper trees that threaten to tear up one side with their roots, with a small, flat clearing outside of it that possibly once held a garden. Something in his head throbs dully. Then, a call from somewhere inside:

“Ah, right on time! So glad you made it." Nero ducks out of the doorway, which is way too small for his wide, muscular frame, lips peeled back in a grin. “Strip down." He walks up towards Lewis, meeting him in the middle of the clearing, arms crossed against his chest. Lewis drops his pack with a laugh, folding his arms.

“Some greeting!"

“Don't wear clothes in my presence."

“No privacy?"

“No." He motions at him with an outstretched hand, staring intently.

Already excited, Lewis undoes his belt, undoes his laces, throws them off onto his pack in a crude pile – then takes off his shirt, and starts to remove his pants, but at this point something in Nero's demeanor changes. He frowns, tilts his head, and sniffs – a long, drawn out gesture very pointedly towards Lewis. Lewis's excited face flattens out.

“Did you do as I asked?"

Lewis continues stripping, throwing his pants onto the pile and pulling down the waistband of his undergarments, exposing his dick. “What?"

“Did you finish before you got here?"

“No!"

Lewis throws out the word as fast as he can, hoping that he won't give anything away as he throws the last of his clothes onto the pile, standing proud and naked in the grass, tiny compared to the wolf. Nero leans down, bringing his head eye level with Lewis's. “You swear?"

“Yeah, of course. I managed." There's no waver in Lewis's voice.

Nero leans down further, on all fours, lifting his muzzle and pushing it right above Lewis's dick, sniffing again. His voice is cool and heavy like Lewis hadn't heard yet: “Don't lie to me, precious." The pet name sounds more like a threat.

Lewis fumbles. “I – I had a wet dream, it was – it was about you, uh, I couldn't stop thinking, I'm sorry, I tried to wash it off - "

“How flattering. And what happened in this dream?"

“You, uh, you were – we were in the ravine, like yesterday, and you, uh, you - "

Nero snaps up, expression flat in front of Lewis's face, standing back on two legs. “The truth, or you leave." The difference in size and strength between the two of them suddenly seems fifty times more potent.

Lewis opens his mouth to defend himself but quickly remembers how badly that went the previous day, and looks down at the ground, blinking,. “I – I did. Okay? I, uh."

“You did what?"

“In my tent. I did, uh. What you said not to do."

“What I asked you not to do."

“Yeah."

“Mmm. And why?" A single talon comes up against Lewis's chin, pressing insistently, almost hard enough to break the skin, but no part of his gesture is angry or even disappointed – just swift and forceful. Lewis complies.

Lewis's expression is confused. “I didn't think – I didn't think it would be a big deal."

Nero chuckles, pressing in closer. “There was some kind of misunderstanding. I'm under the impression that you didn't really come here to give your own plans for how you want this all to go. That doesn't really seem like your style. Am I wrong?"

Lewis looks down again, or tries to, but the talon pushes his gaze back up. “...No. You're right." His skin feels hot, embarrassed at being caught red-handed, admonishing himself, thoughts racing – Why isn't he angry.

“You seemed like you wanted to go by my plans."

“I do."

“And yet - "

Lewis interjects, in a barely audible mumble: “Sorry."

“In fact, I told you not to bother walking all the way here if you came beforehand."

Lewis says again, a little louder, his voice far meeker than he thought it could ever be: “Sorry!"

“Don't say 'Sorry.' That doesn't mean much of anything."

“Please don't make me leave."

“What?"

Lewis swallows. It feels like he's reaching some kind of new pathetic threshold every time he opens his mouth. “Please don't make me leave."

Nero grins, curling his lips - “Then I need to know you're going to do exactly what I say."

Lewis blinks, thinking. His cock is already starting to harden just from Nero's presence and the whole morning he spent thinking about this moment – hoping it'd go differently than it did. But his mind races, and he blurts out: “This is about – this is about that whole 'Wouldn't it be nice to have a human as a pet' thing, isn't it."

Nero pauses, though there's no sign of surprise in his stony visage. Instead he tilts his head to the side, and says quietly: “You are, of course, welcome to leave if that's what you want."

Lewis stops, stunned. The single talon under his chin scrapes around his neck, up his cheek, into his hair where Nero pulls through his locks with his fingers, like one would pet a dog. His voice doesn't come to him, but Nero seems perfectly able to wait, and for Lewis it takes an eternity for his thoughts to settle. He clenches his teeth, then relaxes them, then starts to open his mouth, and then Nero speaks over him.

“I won't lie; I'd be terribly disappointed if you did."

Lewis waits another eternity. Everything in his head is moving at once but the wolf's smell won't get away from him, won't stop jamming up his thought processes. He stammers out - “What am – I agreeing to?"

“I just want to know that you can do what you're told."

“And if I don't?"

“Then you ruin the fun for both of us."

“..."

“Or you can just leave."

Lewis is motionless for a moment, but before he can wait another eternity, he breathes out. His voice sounds impossibly small in his ears. “Will you forgive my, uh – transgression yesterday."

“Will you do as I say?"

“Yeah."

“Yeah, what?"

“...Yeah, I'll do what you say." Lewis swallows.

Nero chuckles, straightening up. “Then, well, if you behave, if you can go the whole day without touching yourself – maybe you can come today."

“If I behave?" Lewis lets out a little laugh, head spinning in disbelief. He didn't just say that. Did he just agree to this? Is he really going to -

“Now, then. Kneel. Warm me up. I'll explain how it's going to work." Nero nods, holding his fat sausage of a dick between two fingers and offering it towards Lewis.

Lewis blinks. “You what?" But a heavy hand comes down on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees and eye-to-eye with the flaccid cock.

“Get me hard, precious. Don't ask questions." The hand moves to his hair, pulling him in – Lewis gets the hint, already eager, and hungrily opens his mouth to start lapping at the head of the cock. It tastes just like he remembered it, but stronger without the terrified rush of the first night – heavy and strong and primal, filling his senses. He brings up one hand to run along its base, grabbing around it, feeling over its veins with a shiver. Nero gives his hair an approving tousle and starts to speak in a casual tone:

“You get to cum when I say you can. If you ask to cum, well, I probably won't say yes. If you feel like you're about to and I haven't told you that you can, signal me and I'll give you a break to calm down, you know, make a noise or something and I'll get the hint. That's your responsibility – if you cum, it's your fault. If it gets to be a problem for you, well, we'll think of some other way to solve it. I think it'll be a fun game."

Lewis manages to fit the entire head in his mouth, sucking eagerly, tongue lapping around the base as it starts to stiffen. He lets out a little note of agreement from deep in his throat, hands threading through the wolf's fur. Nothing he said seemed so bad like this, not with that gorgeous smell all over him, with that cock in his mouth. Nero grins down at him, relaxing under the work of his eager mouth. “See? It's good that you stayed. You're a natural." Lewis redoubles his efforts at the praise, letting out another high note, but no amount of effort on his part seems to shake Nero above him, who only smiles and speaks casually even as he starts to leak watery, salty pre-cum over Lewis's tongue. His lips stretch into a wide 'O,' pushing several inches down the wolf's cock, but as he pulls down a massive hand threads through his hair and pushes him off with a slick, quiet pop, a string of fluid stretching between the head of the cock and his upper lip for a moment. Nero chuckles, and pulls him up.

“That's all, that's all. I just said get me hard – not to finish me off. Come on inside – Buddy's waiting." A heavy arm around Lewis's shoulder starts to pull him towards the door of the shack. Lewis staggers to his feet in surprise, swallowing the fluid in his mouth.

“Wait, what – Buddy?"

“Mmhm. I figured it'd be nice after all if you did suck him off."

“I thought you were going to fuck me - "

“Oh, I am."

“Afterwards?"

“During."

Lewis is pushed through the door, and sees the inside of the shack not much nicer than the outside; empty shelves falling apart in one corner, a small table, a wood-fired heating oven, none of which had been used much. But on the other side, leaning against the far wall, is a long, wide bench on which Buddy waits, obviously impatient. He cocks his head up when the other two come in, snorting - “Pff. Finally." One of his arms is reaching down and idly playing with his cock, which is already fully erect, a few fingers smoothing along its sides idly and in full view. It's not as thick as Nero's but it's just as long, and it curves more dramatically to one side, tapering in width slightly from base to tip and imbued with a striking red blush. Lewis nearly stops dead in his tracks when he sees it, but Nero only laughs and pushes him forward into the room, coolly.

“Just remember to signal."

Lewis shakes his head, grasping for words. “Wait, what - "

“What? Get on your hands and knees, go."

Lewis looks over Buddy's huge cock apprehensively, stammering nothing coherent. Nero laughs to himself and leans down, practically curling his entire body around Lewis from behind, all nine inches of his now-erect slick cock pressing up against the small of Lewis's back. He whispers near Lewis's ear - “Come on, precious. If you manage this – don't touch yourself, don't come – I've got a gift I made for you yesterday that I think you'll like."

Lewis stops. “What is it?"

“A little token of thanks for letting us stay in this forest."

“...Just don't come and don't, uh, touch myself?"

A low chuckle in his ear, heavy cock grinding against his back, threatening to slip between his ass cheeks. “That's the idea. If you're worried you're about to come – just make an open palm with your hand where I can see it."

Lewis swallows, nodding. His pulse races. “An open palm. Okay."

Nero pushes him forward. “I think you can do it. Now, go. Hands and knees."

Lewis hesitates.

“Did you hear me?"

Lewis makes a garbled sound and finally drops to his hands and knees, looking up towards Buddy, who's only grinning like an idiot through the whole exchange. He lets his legs part, his cock flopping obscenely in front of him on the edge of the bench, directed between two fingers like he's dangling a shiny bauble in front of an animal. Lewis begins to crawl, without looking up, until he's within an inch of Buddy's cock and this new smell starts to invade his senses. He smells not quite as strong as Nero does, and less earthy – sharper, almost acidic. He finally looks up to regard the tapered head in front of him and Buddy waves it in his face, smearing it across his face. “Come on. I've been waiting all morning. Nero promised me you're pretty good."

Nero laughs, and Lewis nearly jumps from how close he suddenly is. Without warning he's knelt down right behind Lewis, heavy figure putting a shadow over him, and rested a huge clawed hand on Lewis's bare thigh, grabbing. “He is. Go on, precious. You can do it."

Lewis hesitates once more, his head muddled and trapped between both of the huge beasts' scents and bodies. He blinks it away, trying to unthink whatever last conscious thoughts about the act – why do I want this so badly, why am I going through with this, why can't I say no to any of this – and quietly, slowly puts his mouth around the head of Buddy's dick, quietly lapping at his slit, neck pushing forward. Buddy's mouth falls into an open grin and Nero's other hand comes up to give Lewis's hair another proud tousle. He mutters, just loud enough for Lewis to hear - “Stick your ass up for me, would you?" Lewis does so, perking it up towards Nero's figure.

Lewis methodically works his way down Buddy's cock, drinking it in as the wolf it's attached to starts to melt over his seat, hips quietly gyrating towards Lewis's mouth. Meanwhile, Nero bends down, spreading Lewis's ass cheeks with his hands, and licks right up through his crack, coating it suddenly in warm slimy spit and pushing a low noise out of the human. Nero adjusts his stance, sitting straight up and letting his cock rest squarely in the valley of Lewis's ass. “Doing great."

Buddy laughs, faraway. “Yeah, yeah, not bad." His skinnier, gnarled fingers now wrap around the back of Lewis's head, imploring him to push further onto his cock as Lewis's tongue begins to speed up against it, more familiar and less apprehensive. Buddy's visible excitement is far different to the other wolf's cool, detached manner and it infects him a little bit, timing the movements of his neck with the excited rotations of Buddy's hip. Behind him the head of Nero's cock finally lays right against Lewis's asshole and begins to push in. Lewis stops for a moment, breath held through his nose, as he realizes what's about to happen again, butterflies erupting in his chest.

Nero laughs, dragging the claws of one hand tenderly across Lewis's side. “Don't stop until he finishes, mm? Make sure he's satisfied." With that he spreads Lewis's ass-cheeks with his hands again, letting out a low growl of effort as he pushes in, stretching Lewis's ring slowly, slowly, slowly – Lewis squirming and struggling to keep up the pace with Buddy in his mouth – until finally he pops the bulbous head of his cock in, letting out a proud rumble. Lewis makes a muffled yell, throwing himself a full two inches forward onto Buddy's dick. Nero's hands feel up Lewis's back, confident and powerful in their grip, as he coos out - “Good boy." Lewis doesn't register the phrase. “You can do it. Keep your ass up for me." Lewis makes an effort to point his ass up again, and he does, presenting himself fully at a ridiculous angle, his dick fully erect and swinging below him.

I can do it, he thinks, distantly, as he tries to start bobbing his head up and down Buddy's dick, who is now groaning openly and squirming in his seat with delight at Lewis's efforts, pumping that strangely acidic, sharp smell into his mouth. Pre-cum again coats his tongue, covering up Nero's scent with a new one. From behind, Nero's hands hold him perfectly steady as that fat dick slowly starts to make headway into him, every half-inch setting off sparks in his brain and making his neck jolt forward with a high, pained noise. But Nero keeps letting out little encouraging statements, almost too quiet for Lewis to hear, and it keeps him going until the dick is almost completely buried inside him. Then, Nero finally starts to rock his hips back – and forth – and back – and forth, with the same incredible, powerful fluidity he had shown in their first meeting. The sounds from Lewis's mouth become a low drone, groaning on and on – Buddy lets out a low, hazy, “Holy shit..."

Eventually he finds a rhythm between the two huge wolf dicks pushing insistently inside of him, and he rocks backwards to meet Nero's and forwards to meet Buddy's, taking long breaths through his noise in time with the cycles. Pre-cum dribbles down his lips and drops from his dick, aching as the beasts use his body, both of them now quiet and relaxed and staring over his compliant form with amusement, in Buddy's case, and smug pride, in Nero's. The dick in his ass ceases to register as a thick foreign object in its own right but as an incredible fullness that puts shivers through his body whenever it hits home, and the dick in his mouth slips all the way into the opening of Lewis's throat, leaking and increasingly hot in his mouth. For a brief moment Lewis's eyes close gently and he registers how much he's actually enjoying it, loving it, the way they're holding him still with their heavy arms, they way they're looking at him – feeling his climax on the horizon. Then he remembers, vaguely, something he's supposed to do before he comes, and suddenly it's far too close. His eyes pop open, wide and worried, and he tries to speak, to say something about it, but his mouth is buried in Buddy's crotch and all that comes out is a loud whine. His body tries to turn, but he only succeeds in twisting himself around Nero's fat cock, sending spasms of contractions through his muscles, clenching down hopelessly against it. Then he fumbles with his hands and awkwardly throws out an open palm onto the side of the bench. Nero makes an inquisitive noise and then spots it, immediately pulling all the way back until only the head of his cock remains behind Lewis's ring, and laughs under his breath - “Good, good, precious. Well done. Put your hand away when you're ready to start again."

Lewis tries to focus on anything but that dick still inside him – puts more effort into turning his head and tongue around Buddy, who coos eagerly at the added effort. The thoughts flick into his head – Why am I agreeing not to come? Why did I tell him? Why do I think this is important – he stops for a moment and puts his hand down. Slowly, more cautiously, Nero starts to push himself into Lewis again with another long, proud, satisfied rumble.

This goes on for – one, two, three, four times – Lewis leaves his palm up and Nero slowly scales back, leaving him just barely on the edge of his climax but never quite there, and it starts to blur together in one long haze of being fucked from both sides, movements automatic, legs sore and barely able to support his own weight. Buddy nearly melts over his seat and Nero's thrusts start to get more and more insistent and sudden, pounding into him in earnest. Then Lewis puts his hand up one more time, and it sets off a chain of events: Nero pulls back, Lewis pushes forward onto Buddy's dick in a jerk of his neck, and Buddy suddenly grabs Lewis's head from behind, pulling him forward viciously, claws poking at his scalp. Buddy comes into Lewis's mouth, a long stream of heavy and thick come that repeats in several slow bursts, sealed into Lewis's mouth by his lips. Some of it is swallowed but much remains in his mouth, coating his tongue and overwhelming with its pungent, sharp taste. Buddy lets out a long howl of a sound, groaning high and then low and then high until he's finally emptied himself. As if on cue, like he'd choreographed the whole thing, Nero waits, just long enough for Lewis to become still again and catch his breath – and rams one last time all the way into Lewis's ass, in a brutally powerful thrust from his hips, slapping his furry crotch up against Lewis's ass, and he comes, again with a long, growling, ecstatic sound, mouth open and panting. More thick ropes of cum shoot into his ass, hot and heavy, both of Nero's hands holding Lewis firmly down as he empties himself out. Lewis clamps his eyes shut, swallowing Buddy's thick cum, but manages not to climax himself.

They remain like that for almost a minute before Nero finally starts to pull out, slowly, grinning wide, and Buddy lifts Lewis's head from his cock, in a daze. Both dicks leave their respective holes with light, wet popping sounds. A long string of cum drips from Lewis's ass, running lewdly along his thigh, and another few drip from his lips as he struggles to swallow all of the thick stuff. Nero speaks, in a quiet, spent voice - “Don't let any of that get on the floor. Nobody wants to clean that up." Lewis swallows again. Every part of his insides feels hot and every muscle sore – and he wants to come, he wants to come so badly. He whines, falling onto his side, and, Nero calmly gets up behind him, moving to the half-broken shelves on the other side of the room. “You did fantastic. I knew you could do it. I think Buddy liked it too, but he usually falls half-asleep after he comes that hard." Indeed, Buddy is barely present, his cock streaked with his cum and flopping against his thigh, staring into space. Nero snatches something from the top of the shelf and comes back down to Lewis, sitting on the floor next to him, his huge cock still hard and dangling above the ground. Lewis stares at it for a moment, still amazed that it fit inside of him. Nero notices this stare and laughs.

“Did you enjoy it?"

Lewis blinks, swallowing down the last of Buddy's cum but for the drops that made it past his lips and smear across his face. “What?"

“Did you enjoy yourself."

Lewis takes in a long breath. “Yeah. But I - "

Nero chuckles. “I know, I know, you want to cum, but you did so well! I have that gift for you." His tone is nothing but pride, absolute encouragement, and it does balloon Lewis's ego successfully. Nero slowly brings his hand up from his side, showing what he's holding – it's a long length of leather, rough and well-worn but tough, connected to – a collar. Lewis's eyes widen and he tries to sit up, gritting out - “N-no."

It's a simple ring of leather, probably once used on a dog judging from the wear on it, and there's a small nametag below it, in silvery metal embossed with a single word in capital letters, in formal typeface: “PRECIOUS."

Lewis blinks, swallowing. The taste of the cum isn't leaving his mouth. “Wh – what?"

“My gift to you."

“That's it? That's your gift?"

“Just for you."

“I told you I'm not your pet."

“I think this suits you."

Lewis looks down at his own aching cock and lets out an incoherent yell in frustration, biting down. “You – you."

Nero laughs. “Your pride won't let you wear it, will it?"

“That's not the issue."

Nero leans closer, brandishing the collar on one finger, hanging there limp. “I'm hurt, honestly. After how well you did what I asked – I thought you might be more eager."

Lewis sputters out, “You didn't even let me cum!"

Nero chuckles. “Is that the problem? You came yesterday when I told you not to."

“Well, yeah, but - "

“Greedy, greedy."

Lewis takes in a long breath, trying not to pay attention to his own cock but it won't let him – not after that long, long period of edging. He thinks, briefly, about putting his hand on his cock, and his arm starts to make a move towards it, but Nero watches it closely with his sharp yellow eyes, following it, and Lewis knows the second he touches it he's not coming back and he needs these stupid wolves. He makes another frustrated noise. Nero reaches over and wipes the cum off of Lewis's cheeks and lips with a few wipes of his padded thumb.

“How about this. I let you cum, right now instead of waiting until the evening, if – if you accept my gift."

Lewis stops. Fuck. He tries to think through it but his cock has too much of an ache -

“You planned this, didn't you, you - "

“You can't take it off, and you have to wear it – and the leash, at all times when in the forest with me, mm?"

“Are you serious?"

Nero tilts his head, reaching out one arm and grabbing Lewis under the shoulder, gently gripping. “And I'll let you cum, so you can pretend to yourself that I just tricked you into wearing it and that you don't actually want it."

Suddenly Lewis's mouth feels very dry and his gaze goes open in disbelief. How can he know – he planned this, all of it, how does he know? Don't fall for it, don't say yes, he intended for this, he – Nero's eyes are piercing and sharp and won't leave Lewis for a moment and his entire brain seizes up. His neck goes limp and he mutters, defeated - “Please – if you'll let me come, please, just. Anything." It doesn't sound terribly believable even to his own ears.

Without a word, Nero firms up his grip on Lewis's shoulder and drags him towards his lap, easily, like he doesn't weigh a thing, Lewis is limp and pliable and easily falls into place, much smaller than the wolf, nestled into him with his back against the wall of furred muscle and his ass resting right on top of Nero's just-softening dick. It's a lulling place, surrounded by fur and that musky, heavy scent he loves, and he immediately relaxes into it. Nero carefully opens the latch on the collar, slips it over Lewis's neck and fastens it on the other side, rotating it so that the tag, the flashy silver tag reading “PRECIOUS," faces out in front, resting against Lewis's collarbone. The collar is firm and tight and oddly comfortable, as much as part of Lewis's head is still screaming at him that he shouldn't admit it. Lewis feels even warmer, suddenly, blushing like he's just given something away he shouldn't have, like he's made an awful decision, but he feels the wolf's muzzle against his head, breathing down his neck calmly, cooing again - “Good boy, precious."

He mutters - “Is that my name, now."

“It's what I'm calling you."

Lewis – or, Precious – finds himself completely lost for words as his heart skips a beat and the butterflies in his stomach erupt back up. Nero's padded fingers soon carefully grab hold of Precious's dick and pump up and down, easing him into it as his body curls possessively around his new pet.

Precious stretches his neck, testing the feel of his new collar, swallowing again, fingers shaking imperceptibly. Something low comes out of his throat as he's tended to, but Nero hushes him, running his free hand through Precious's hair again approvingly, slow and long as he pumps over his dick with tender, loving attention. It doesn't take long before Precious comes, pent up as he is, grunting meekly as his hips push up and he sprays his load out in three long streaks, spurting out around Nero's fingers and falling on his own chest. Nero chuckles, spreading out his fingers to look at the mess – Precious only groans, finally, finally released, and it's a genuine relief. He groans out a quiet, meek, “Thank you."

Without instruction, Nero brings his fingers up towards the tired human's mouth, about to press against his lips – and Precious lazily opens his mouth to let them in, licking the cum off the pads until they're clean. Nero's eyes widen, pleasantly surprised and chuckling. “Precious – very good, very good. I'm proud of you, Precious. Rest now."

Nero crosses his heavy biceps over Precious's shoulders, holding him securely in. He opens his legs a bit more, and Precious is almost completely surrounded by warm, earthy fur, soft and warm and more welcoming than he'd imagined. He opens his mouth to say something else – but dozes off under Nero's proud gaze.