On The Fourth Day of Kinkmas
Story by Zwoosh on SoFurry
“Shit," Justin hissed, fists digging against the armrests and his toes curling, “You look so fucking cute like that."
At his footpaws the human blushed a furious red, scuffling on his hands and knees before the wolf as he lowered his face to the ground so that Justin could smear his sole against the boy's smooth skin. A contrast of soft pink flesh to the dark ruby brown of his pelt was stark and pleasing to watch, strands of his thickened coarse fur sliding against the boy's supple face. The sight of an utterly nude male, his bared rump lifted high into the air true to a bitch's submission, made the wolf's blood burn in his veins, his cock already strained and painfully hard as he scraped the claws of his footpaws against his boyfriend's lips, pushing the toes inside, growling in satisfaction as his warm mouth suckled on the digits. Justin held his erection in one paw, stroking it dangerously slowly, biting his tongue as the human pushed himself beneath his footpaws so willingly, embarrassed to be humiliated, but undeniably aroused all the same, his own manhood jutting between his legs and leaving glistening strings of pre wherever it touched.
They had been dating perhaps officially for the last week or so, after Justin had finally decided he was going to take things seriously, but up until then Devon had been his foot-slave for months. The boy had started college and moved onto campus near to the pack's house, and through the convenience of 'dating' apps the wolf had recruited the human into his little black book of fuck buddies, and all too quickly he had figured out Devon's weakness for dominant men. Justin gave him exactly what he wanted, and time and time again the human just kept impressing him with how depraved he was willing to be pushed. He had been by far the wolf's favourite within days of their first liaison, which didn't take long for him to consider making the human a more permanent fixture in the household, provided he could get Alpha's permission. He was sure Brent would come around once he saw how capable and talented the human was, and how much potential he truly had. But baby steps, he conceded to himself. 'Dating' Devon was one thing, enslaving him as the pack's pet was a different matter altogether.
Most of the house was out today, if not at work then on other business, it mattered little. It just meant that Justin could be undisturbed as he took full advantage of a needy boy looking only to impress his boyfriend. His hunger was insatiable at times, the throes of a virile college jock craving to submit to other men however they pleased, a second life he kept guarded from the rest of the world. As soon as he was behind closed doors the boy had stripped and thrown himself to the wolf's footpaws, knowing it was the quickest way to truly show his submission and flaunt his humiliation. Nothing got his urges racing more than the whining male sucking on his toes, licking his pads, and thrusting his ass into the air begging to be mounted and bred.
“Yeah, that's it, show me how much you love me." Justin grunted as Devon took his footpaw into his mouth, all five toes bulging against his cheeks as he attempted to swallow it all, unable to hide the gags and chokes as it pushed at his throat. But he remained ever eager, tongue running between the toes, slurping against the damp sweated fur, against the rough claws and pads, sounds rich to the wolf's ears as the human sucked away. “Don't look away, look at me." He commanded the human so firmly, ensuring Devon kept eye contact with him as he submitted himself to the wolf's footpaws. In his paw, Justin's cock throbbed ever harder, pre spilling from his tip as once more just the sight of the human pushing himself so readily and desperately into his soles was intoxicating, and the feeling of his mouth and tongue working to please and praise the wolf was ultimately gratifying. Those eyes like puppy dog's, so innocent and soulful, yet so earnest. There was so much to uncover beneath the veneer of purity the human held, Justin was sure that if not him then the rest of the pack could goad out his lusts, if only for now he was willing to submit only to him.
He pulled his footpaw from the human's mouth and smeared the damp spit against his face, leaving a ripe trail of saliva across the boy's cheeks where the wet toes scraped. Devon lifted his head into the embrace of Justin's footpaws, allowing himself to be cradled in their rough hold, no doubt smothered in the heady scent of the wolf's mark after so long beneath him. As much as the human would have liked for the wolf to satiate his needs, so abundantly clear by the male's bucks and shakes, his body pleading to be put to use, Justin wanted to allow him to stew on the feeling. It would be vital he learnt that it was he, or any other pack member, who set the pace, who controlled the scene, and that it would be them not the pet who decided who did what and when, if at all. Justin would have loved nothing more than to bury his cock into either of the boy's holes, but it would be more satisfying to watch him wait, meekly suffering in quiet frustration, as he refused him what he wanted most.
“Alright, that's enough," he ordered, wiping his footpaw clean against Devon's face and hair, “Turn to the side, I want to rest my legs."
Disappointment was evident by the human's expression, but Justin remained stoic as he waited patiently, until slowly Devon relented and shuffled on his hands and knees, turning ninety degrees so that his side faced the wolf. Justin lifted his legs, one crossed atop the other, and rested his footpaws against the boy's back, ankle against spine, repurposing the male as nothing more than a footstool. He gave an obvious, staged sigh of relief, as if the very act of resting his footpaws on top of Devon's back brought him great satisfaction, but it was for show, to reinforce in the human the idea that any effort of service, no matter how slight or insignificant he might perceive it, how sexually unfulfilling it might be for him, was a deep worship to his master. It would take time, weeks or months would not recondition his misguided will in a snap, but Justin could sense already the shifts in his attitudes, the small gives in his stubbornness and subtle relish in servitude, how he would smile and blush whenever tasked with menial chores. Even now his face burned red still with a shameful pride as he held his position there for the wolf, the weight of his legs bearing down against his back, standing solid like any piece of furniture should under its master's footpaws. Justin's cock pumped hard in his paw as he kept a watch on the human through the corner of his eye, the concentrated calm on his face, the still throbbing stiffness of his length, enjoying the boy's wanton submission to the fullest.
Unbeknownst to the kneeling human who faced away from the bedroom door, and much to the wolf's own surprise as he sensed a shift of movement, another male watched, silent discernment judging the scene as it unfolded. With a quick glance, Justin took note of the voyeur who had joined them both, unrepentant at having been caught with a nude human male under his footpaws. It was Beta – Aaron – second to the Alpha and the only other member of the pack above Justin himself. Whilst he remained calm on the outside, knots wound in his gut as this was the official introduction between any other pack member and the wolf's new pet. It would have to be, as Aaron made his presence wholly known with a pronounced clearing of his throat,
“I didn't realise we were allowed to bring home strays," he sauntered into the room, arms folded looking down the bridge of his muzzle at the prone human. Devon made to get up, to cover himself, but Justin simply dug his heels down on the boy's back and gave a succinct snarl. Frozen in place, whether shocked or obedient, the male didn't try to move again and held, staring so intently at the carpet below his head as if to deny the reality around him.
Justin scoffed his retort,
“Please, he's house-trained, somewhat," his eyes followed the wolf who circled them both, Beta an inch or so taller than he, a far lighter pelt, dyed in blue hues with forelocks crossing his brow, “I want to introduce him to Alpha."
“You mean this is the one then?" Justin nodded. Aaron mused on the thought as he stood over the human, “Are you sure? We've turned down so many others in the past, Alpha is fickle for who he allows into the fold."
“I've got a good feeling. See for yourself."
Justin gestured with a paw, an offering of the human to his superior to sample himself the fruits of Devon's submissions that so far had been exclusively reaped by the wolf. But if he were to serve the pack, all would have to agree on the boy's usefulness and talents. Devon's performance now would determine whether or not Justin could continue to call him 'his'.
With an inquisitive cursory raised eyebrow, Aaron examined the human with just his footpaw, as if instinct told him that this was a human who not only craved to be beneath the weight of others but was born to the position. Clawed toes first dragged along the human's pert cheeks of his rump, thin red lines traced into soft white flesh, Aaron followed the bubbled curve of his buttocks and pressed a toe into the crack, poking unkindly at the hole nestled within the blonde thrush of faint hair. Devon flinched at the sensation, a hardened cold claw dipping into his hole, but it penetrated no further than just a toe, squirming as the wolf indifferently inspected his body. Footpaws were moved under his waist, between his legs, and again pricking claws found the throbbing length of his leaking erection. He whimpered and shuddered on the floor as the footpaw grazed along his shaft, idly stroking the human's hardness and slipping against the wet pre that beaded at his tip. Justin noted that it was the same toe that had pushed into the boy's ass that spooled the strings of cum, and grinned all the more as he watched Aaron press his soiled footpaw towards Devon's head. He thrust the slickened toes against his lips, a slight flex of the digits to coax the human,
“Suck, boy."
Though his cheeks burned a fiery red, an added layer of depravity to his humiliation, Devon parted his lips and closed them around the wolf's toes, suckling the salty fur clean of his own tastes and juices. Justin squeezed his knot as he watched his Beta and his boy share a tender moment of worship, Devon licking and tasting the wolf's footpaws just as he had Justin's not moments ago.
“Turn him around, so that he's facing you," Justin suggested, as he lifted his footpaws off his boy's back, “If you're going to occupy his mouth."
“He's certainly good with his tongue…"
Between them, with Aaron taking a seat on the edge of the bed and Devon shuffling between them, they took either side of the human. Beta kept his mouth firmly planted to his footpaws, kissing the rough fur and sliding his tongue against his pads, whilst Justin braced his footpaws against the boy's cheeks, one on either buttock. With his legs he spread Devon's rear, exposing the tawny hair and pliant hole, leading down his taint to the hanging ball sack, from which his length bobbed and swayed still hard. Justin rubbed his footpaws against the human's ass, marks left in the wake of his claws, fevered red imprints left behind wherever they roamed. He tapped playfully at the human's nuts, smirking as he winced and jolted at each impact, further pressing himself at the foot of Aaron, whom watched with a passing critical eye. His remarks were small and inconsequential, he guarded his true thoughts so well that for now Justin could only assume things were going well.
His footpaws however slipped between the gaps of Devon's thighs with his cock, and Justin settled his claws and toes against the human's throbbing length. Normally he was never so generous with the boy, rewards only came when good behaviour had been noted, but given that he was to impress Aaron, incentives were given. Slowly, lightly, he brushed his toes down Devon's shaft, making the human whine once more, desperate for anything of a physical touch. The sounds the boy made, the trembling of his body as he quietly suffered between pleasure and service, was delicious to the wolves.
Obedient as ever, Devon submitted himself to the Beta as much as he had the Gamma, worshipping his footpaws with even more vigour as if renewed, his frantic desperation for release surging him on in kissing and lapping at Aaron's footpaws. He alternated between left and right, wetting the fur and running his tongue between every toe, across every inch he could, until nothing had been left untouched. Justin gripped harder with his toes, claws digging into his member as he rolled the boy's erection between his soles, the feeling of the human bucking his hips as he humped at the wolf's footpaws for relief. But the wolf kept him just on the edge, always pulling back when he felt Devon was getting too far ahead of himself, rewarded with his dismayed, needy whines muffled against Aaron's footpaws.
“Don't be so evil," he chuckled as he lifted the human's face up to gaze into his expression, tiled at the chin with a footpaw, “I think he's made a good first impression. Good boys get rewards, don't they?"
Justin smiled wryly,
“You know, I think you're right…"
Not one to disobey his Beta, the wolf slid his footpaws along Devon's slippery length, the human panting and murmuring up at Aaron as Justin pushed him to the edge once more. Only rather than let him stifle and stagnant, he kept going, listening to the struggling gasps and pleas as his orgasm came ever closer. He wailed aloud, hips shuddering, as thick ribbons of cum unloaded across the wolf's footpaws. Each streak was accompanied with a long, drawn groan from Devon, as he leant into Aaron's embrace, his entire body quaking with the throes of his climax. He shot a heavy load, pent up and teased leaving him with plenty to shoot, and when he finally calmed and was spent, Justin's footpaws were slick with the male's silvery cum.
Devon may have expected something else, but the wolves were far from done. Neither of them had unloaded themselves yet, and for the human to be rewarded so quickly was a rare treat, but not one he should grow accustomed to. Justin wanted to make sure he was aware of that, as he ordered the human to turn around, ass presented to the Beta, his innocent eyes and spit-smeared face looking up at his boyfriend. All the wolf was prepared to give him however was the soiled footpaws of Devon's own mess, with a dirty, sly grin,
“Better clean up your mess, it's our turn now."