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He was so small the first time I set my eyes on that little wolf. He had been left abandoned out in the woods, his mother killed by poachers that had come in to make a quick buck off of the still endangered wolf.

It was early in the morning when I got the call that woke me up from a night of restless sleep. I had been suffering from minor insomnia from some stress at work. A few, self proclaimed 'eco activists' from work had gone off and gotten themselves arrested for trying to chain themselves to a tree to stop logging. It was stupid, the state of Washington required loggers to replant and logging was very closely monitored making the whole move a big waste of time.

Shit runs downhill, so it wasn't long before the police came crawling up my ass with a warrant to inspect the offices for any clues to further activity and they found some. The same jackasses that were sitting in a cold dank cell somewhere had all kinds of shit about rallies and other crazy stuff that those kind of people do. This led to a seizure of their property and now I was going to have to make a court appearance since I had worked with the idiots. There was just a lot going on which had bled into my daily life, so it was understandable when I took my sweet as time to answer the phone.

"Hello." I said tiredly into my cell phone that doubled as my alarm clock. I had to be at work by six every morning to make sure the animals at the preserve got fed and cared for before guests started showing up.

The owners of Basin Creek Wildlife Preserve, Mr. and Mrs. Sarsfield, loved animals and had created the preserve to house endangered animals or just animals. There were cougars, bears, skunks, racoons, at least one of everything that was native to Washington state could be found there. Running a preserve that house over one hundred and fifty animals wasn't cheap, so it was open to the public at a small price to help pay. This meant keeping it presentable, which meant early starting hours.

"Marco, you awake." It was Jimmy, one of my coworkers. A good guy, not crazy and cared for his work. He and I got along even if he was just one of the office guys that ran the show from behind the scenes.

"I am now." I mumbled and reached across the bed to flick on the bed side lamp. I shielded my eyes when the bright incandescent bulb turned on.

"Sorry." He apologized. He meant it, he was a very timid guy who hated conflict and apologized too much for things that he had no control over. "You know I wouldn't call unless it wasn't important."

"Yeah. Yeah." I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes and looked at my alarm clock that cast a green hue across half the room when the lights were off. It read 2:34, I had only been asleep for four hours since coming back home to my small house in the woods just outside the city. I had been kept at the preserve all day when one of the moose that we had been watching went into labor. It was a mess, but now there was a healthy young calf that thank god, I didn't have to watch. I let Cassidy take care of that.

I heard talking in the background through the phone, I wondered why Jimmy was calling me if it sounded like he already had people with him.

"What's the problem?" I asked and sat up, stretching my legs before getting up and walking out of my bedroom and into the hall that connected the master bedroom, the guest room and the sole bathroom to the rest of the house.

"Forest Service called about half an hour ago." Jimmy said.

"And?" I stopped at the edge of the carpet which marked the end of the hallway and the start of the tiled floor of the kitchen. It wasn't a big house, working at a nature preserve didn't pay much, but I liked it. I had grown up in the woods where I got to wake up and watch the deer eat from the apple trees and the occasional bear. I hunted a little, but it was more of an excuse to just go out into the woods and just sit and watch.

"They say they got a poaching orphan that they need someone to come and pick up."

"Can't you go instead?" I stepped onto the tile, it was cold and sent shivers up my legs, causing my hair to prick up. I walked into the kitchen and popped the top of the coffee maker open and began to make a pot of black and black can be coffee.

"Well..." I could just see him scratching his head and thinking of something to say. That was Jimmy, he was fine just feeding the animals, taking care of them at the preserve, but once you put any kind of responsibility on his shoulders, he crumbled.

"Look." I stopped him before he could say anything. "Just tell me where to go." I didn't want to hear him make up excuses and then slowly fall apart, I was tired and I wasn't going to get any more sleep until I did this.

I finished the pot of coffee and poured all of it into a thermos, grabbed a sandwich that I had made for later today from the fridge. Once I got dressed, a jacket and jeans, I headed out to my truck and began to drive to the address that I had been given.

It was an hour drive. I lived on the east side of Port Angeles over on the Puget Sound, Forest Service was over by Lake Crescent, in Olympic National Park.

The road was empty and wet, it was always wet, welcome to the Pacific Northwest. I held my sandwich in one hand with my thermos planted squarely between my legs for easy access, watching the road for the Forest Service vehicles.

When I did find them, they knew who I was. A tall ranger in full green uniform with that wide brimmed hat that all rangers wore on the poster waved me over. I'm guessing that Jimmy told them about my old beater truck that I drove. It was old, but it was reliable even if it looked like it had gone through a rather violent break up with a large woman with a baseball bat. There were dents all over it, but let me tell you, when driving through Seattle, those hipsters gave me plenty of room to change lanes when I needed to.

"Call about an orphan?" I slid out of my truck and shook the hand of the ranger who was illuminated by his own service truck's lights.

He nodded. "Yeah." He led me over to his truck where he opened the door revealing the animal of subject, sleeping on his passenger seat in a bundle of towels.

It was a wolf, small, gray and absolutely adorable. I was no longer angry at Jimmy for waking me up so early.

"Nearly hit the thing when I was doing my rounds." We watched the small bundle of fur stir at the sound of our voices. At first it didn't know what it was looking at, but once its eyes adjusted, it reared back, small paws scraping against the seat as it pushed itself away from us.

"It's terrified." I commented and watched as the pup tunneled under the towels.

The ranger chuckled. "I would be too if I nearly got hit my a truck and I was that small." He turned to me. "I can't take it, but I had heard about you fellas before. Running a preserve over closer to the big city."

"Yeah." I nodded. "We take care of all kinds of animals."

He grunted an approval and reached towards the pile of blankets. There was some snarling as he lifted it up and handed it to me. I took the wolf and the towels and held it tightly to my chest. I could feel the cub squirming underneath. "There was a report of poaching a few days ago and with this guy here being alone, I guess they got one." He frowned and took off his hat to wipe some sweat from his brow before putting his hat back on. "Strange to be having wolves here on the peninsula, I knew they had reintroduced them over towards Idaho, but I never imagined that they would be this far out already."

"You'd be surprised." The squirming had settled, but there was still quiet growl. "Animals can do some crazy things."

"S'pose so." He checked his watch. "He's probably dehydrated, drank up a bunch of water, hungry as well."

"I'll make sure to take care of that." I shook the ranger's hand and went back to my truck. The ranger gave me a wave which I returned before pulling away and headed off in the opposite direction of where I was going to go.

I placed the cub, still hidden in is den of towels, on the passenger side seat by my half eaten sandwich. I then began to drive back home.

It was a quiet drive for most of the way, it was still pitch black out and I was focusing on the road when the little wolf decided to begin to explore.

"Hey there." I smiled when I saw a small black nose poke out, followed by the rest of his head. He watched me warily and then at the sandwich.

"That's not yours." I said, but didn't exactly do anything when he quickly grabbed it in his mouth and pulled it back into the towel where I heard his voracious dining. Small bits of bread and mayo covered lettuce came out, but all of the ham was eaten and then the wolf came back out, bits of mustard and mayo on his face.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight. He watched me warily, but stayed out for the rest of the drive. I didn't bother him any, he was a wild animal and I didn't exactly know what I was going to do with him. Was it actually a him? The ranger called the wolf 'him.' That wasn't important .

The plan at the moment was to just take him back to my house where I would give him some food and water, then tomorrow, I would bring him to the preserve where we would figure out what to do.

"Come on." I stood on the passenger side of the truck where the wolf was being difficult. He was snarling at me, teeth bared and ready to bite. "We can't play this game now." I pulled my hand back when he snapped at me again.

I tapped my foot on the dirt as I thought of a way to get him out. Wolves were pack animals that responded to their leadership, alphas. Of course, I had been told to never mess with wild animals, but this guys was small, no bigger than an average puppy.

You trained dogs as puppies, right? I had never owned a dog, then again, my home town was full of friendly strays. My long time grade school friend, Nelson had one of the dogs pretty much adopt him at one point.

I didn't have the time to mess with this little cub. I was tired and getting irritated so I went to the back of my truck and grabbed the thickest pair of leather gloves I could find. I cut my own wood for the winter, so I had a nice pair of gloves that I wore when using the chainsaw. It wouldn't stop a direct hit from the saw, but it could stop me from losing fingers from a glancing blow, surely it would stop a cub's small bites.

I slipped them on and wiggled my fingers until they settled. "Alright." I held up my hands like a surgeon and the cub tilted his head sideways. This guy was going to get the harsh treatment.

I reached in and he immediately jumped forward instead of running away. He grabbed onto my thumb and bit. I felt nothing and I laughed as I tried to grab his scruff to subdue him. Now I admit that from the outside, it would have looked like I was going to kill him, but rest assured, I had every intention of ensuring his safety.

When I didn't react to a bite on my thumb, he began to go from one finger to the other. While he was distracted with my pinky on my right hand, I managed to grab his scruff with my left and he instantly went limp, though he kept up a soft growl and stared at me in the eyes, though it wasn't hate. I had seen hate before, when an animal decides to hate people because it had been abused. This was the look of a frightened animal and it didn't understand that I was trying to help.

"Don't worry." I pulled his out of the car and just in time because he began to piss an arc that nearly hit me in the face. Instead it got my shirt and then my pants and then my boots. It was most definitely a he, try and find a female of any kind piss like than. I winced, but it came with the job. The birds at the preserve made it a goal to shit on one person a day at the minimum, so a bit of pee was hardly the worst thing to happen to me.

I used my free hand to support the cub's bottom while I carried him inside, using my foot to shut my truck door.

There was only really one room to put him in, the spare bedroom.

"Now." I held him up to my face while standing in the center of the room. "Don't you tear anything up while I take a shower and get you some food and water.

I set him down and I expected him to come at me, but he didn't. Instead he walked away and sat on his rump, looking at me.

"Alright then." I said, confused, but satisfied. I walked out and when I closed the door, he began to howl. It really tugged at my heart strings when I heard it. It was a solid attempt at a howl, but much more high pitched and very lonely.

I didn't stay away long. I simply rinsed off. The pee was strong, but it was mostly on my clothes. I didn't have much in the way of food. I lived alone and despite my ruggedness, I didn't eat much. I grabbed an unopened package of deli meat. He had eaten my sandwich earlier so he was old enough to eat meat which was a relief, I didn't exactly carry around bottles of wolf cub formula.

He was howling the entire time I was running around in nothing but my boxers.

The howling stopped as soon as I opened the door and he was right where I left him. He didn't move towards me or away, instead he watched me. He didn't look scared any more as I crouched a few meters away from him.

"You hungry." I was actually a bit hungry as I peeled the plastic top off of the container of deli meat. It was a mix of ham and turkey. I took one piece out and held it out to him. I saw his little nose wiggle as the smell hit him. "That's right." I put the piece in my mouth to show him that it was indeed food.

I had him, hook, line and sinker.

He got up and shifted on his paws, unsure if he should get closer. I could see him thinking.

"I'm not going to bite." I said ironically. He had put some good dents into my gloves and if he had put a bit more work into it, he would have gotten through, but he didn't seem to be in a fighting mood anymore. I guess I showed him who was alpha.

He finally edged a closer to me, two steps forward, one step back. I held out a piece of turkey, still chewing on my own piece. I held still until he reached out, straining his neck and picked a small piece of meat from my fingers. He immediately retreated as if I was going to take the food back and wolfed it down.

I left the container, leaving all of the meat in it for him and poured him a bowl of water and set it down. Progress had been made today and I was so tired that I was feeling myself drift.

Before I decided to leave, I thought about what to name him. I was tired, not thinking straight and looking at this wolf slowly creep up on the food, he had ears that wanted to be perky, but were failing. He was a nice shade of gray with some brown around his sides that faded to his white belly. He was quite the looker and that brought the image of a similarly colored dragon from an old tv show that I watched as a kid. I couldn't remember the name and I wasn't about to call him something with too many commas and apostrophes in it. No I went with Drake, simple and not something that people would really raise an eyebrow at.

I watched Drake for some time. He dug into the meat and drank up the water to the point where I had to refill it. He didn't run off when I filled up his dish and I thought about petting him, but didn't. Enough stress on Drake for one night.

I eventually crawled onto the guest bed and listened to Drake and closed my eyes, letting tiredness take me.

That was my first day with Drake and though it took time to gain his trust, I did eventually earn it. I brought him with me to work where people ogled at him for hours upon hours. I had the intention of leaving him there, but for some reason, Drake didn't want me to leave. I tried to leave, but he howled and howled until the night shift manager called me back in to take him, he was that loud.

I never thought that a wolf could wag its tail like the way he did when I came back. He practically jumped into my arms and that was what really solidified him as being... mine.

Every day, I woke up to that ball of fluff that had decided that it was his duty to guard me at night. He sat diligently at the foot of my bed and came running to lick my face when I woke up. I fed him, myself and then brought him to work with me where he would follow closely at my heals the entire day. Some people were concerned about this, he was a wild animal, but who could say say no to a face that small and cute?

The thought of actually giving him obedience training never came to mind until a coworker had commented on how I should train him. I didn't think it was possible, but he was receptive. In an hour, I had him sitting and heeling, basic things to make sure I could keep him under control as I made my rounds around the preserve. The deer were terrified of Drake even if they were so much larger than him.

Months went by and Drake grew up fast. Before I knew it, he was a six month, seventy pound wolf that knew how to shake, speak, fetch, roll over, et cetera. I was quite proud of myself and he was good for the preserve. He loved attention, absolutely loved it, a bit of a whore for a scratch behind the ears and the children loved him back as well. News of Drake went far and soon there was a large influx of visitors who couldn't give a rat's ass for the new cougar that had been brought in, they wanted Drake.

I was pulled from normal duties and was put in charge of Drake full time. Not that I wasn't already doing that. I took him on tours around the parts of the preserve that was open to the public where I just let him do his thing. He was very good with people and there was never any incidents with him...

It was when he was a little over a year old. I had to take him home early because he had been a little off that day. He didn't listen to commands as much, was running off and avoiding people and there was a fear that if he was under stress, he could bite someone, so I took the day off early.

He listened just fine to me and normally he listened to others well, but recently he had only been listening to me and now that was waning. When I got back, a quick search showed that around his age, wolves would begin to show their submissive or their dominant behaviors and he was trying to be more dominant.

"What am I going to do with you?" I said as Drake slowly wandered around the kitchen, paying me no mind. "I don't want you to get violent." It was a minor concern at the moment, he had in no way gotten violent, but I was thinking of all the possibilities if he really tried to be dominant when that just wouldn't be possible.

At the moment, the only individuals in our 'pack' was him and me and if he was trying to became the 'alpha' of out two member pack, I guess I needed to reassert my position as alpha. I remembered how I initially had done that when I first had to subdue Drake and I thought that perhaps a similar method would be needed.

"Drake." I called over and he trotted over, looking bored and disinterested. I petted him on his ears and he leaned a little into it. I hated the idea of being mean to him in any way, he was like my child, but if a child needed to be disciplined, then so be it. "Sit." I said and he didn't listen, instead he started to walk away towards the spare bedroom which was where he liked to go when he was going to take a nap.

I was going to show him who was boss, so I grabbed his hips and pulled him back. He let out an annoyed growl, one that I had heard plenty of times before and pulled away.

"Sit." I said louder and with a more commanding voice. He stopped and looked at me, tail twitching much like a cat's. "Siiiiit." I said slowly and pushed his hips down. He snapped at me, the first time since he was a cub.

I was shocked. He didn't get anywhere close to my hands, but it was a warning that he didn't want to listen to me anymore.

When I let go, he triumphantly raised his tail and sauntered off.

"This is going to be tougher than I thought." I said to myself and opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. I drank that down before going for round two.

Drake was in the spare room, or rather, his room. This was where his bed was, that he rarely used since he liked to sleep on the bed with me. You ever snuggle with a one hundred pound, fluffy wolf? Didn't think so, it's pretty great. There was also a food and water bowl that he carried himself to the kitchen every morning. Pretty cool.

His ears were up and he was on his bed.

"Drake." I said and set my hands on my hips. "It's you vs. me." Don't let my size fool you, I was a lightweight with very little alcohol tolerance since I only drank on special occasions. The beer was just a little liquid courage since I was about to have a pissing contest with a wolf. I was already feeling a slight buzz and my inhibitions taking a vacation only to come back to find that I had done something potentially very stupid.

"If you're going to live under my roof." As if he could understand me. "You're going to live by my rules and in my house, I rule."

He laid his head down on his paws.

"Drake." I shouted. "Here." I pointed at the floor in front of me.

He closed his eyes.

"DRAKE!"

That got his attention. He stood up, still a little lazily and looked at me with those deep brown eyes of his. You could tell a lot about this wolf by how he looked. He was a very expressive animal. Right now, he was getting mad.

"You're going to listen to me." I stepped forward and he growled at me. I wasn't afraid of him. I had known him too long as that small little, scared puppy that had grown into this wolf now to be afraid of him. "Whether you want to or not."

Somehow, he seemed to understand the challenge. The shift in his pose, he was getting ready for my move.

I didn't really know how I was supposed to assert my dominance, I just figured that if I wrestled him to the ground, that would be enough.

I slowly approached him and his hackles raised up. This was real, I was going to get into a fight with a wolf, if my heart wasn't beating so hard, I would have taken a moment to truly appreciate what was happening.

It just happened. I dashed forward, he jumped and we collided somewhere in the middle.

A jaw snapped near my ear and I elbowed Drake hard in the side of the muzzle as we came down on the ground. I tried to grab around his chest, but he twisted around and squirmed out and got away from me.

I barely had time to turn around when I felt him hop onto my back, mounting me, classic canine show of dominance. I threw myself off to the side and tipped over, he went down with a snarling yelp.

This time, I moved first as he flailed on his back, trying to right himself. I jumped on top of him and pinned his head down to the ground. His paws went wild and he scratched me on the side of the face.

"Fuck." I said and my hold faltered.

Drake took the opportunity and leapt to his feet where he got behind me and tried to mount me again, though this time there was something different. His paws hooked under my hips, locking him in place where I felt him press into the back of my jeans.

I stopped moving and blushed. Was he really trying? A firm thrust into my jeans answered my question. This was more than just some pissing contest, this was the right to be top dog and the loser was bitch.

"Oh, no." I said and sat up. He may have been a good one hundred pounds, but I was closer to two hundred and stronger than him. Standing straight up, he couldn't hold on and fell off.

He stalked around me, hunched over.

I myself was blushing hard. My cheeks and ears were heating up and I felt a familiar feeling in my crotch. I never thought of Drake like this and yet I guess he had some sort of feeling for me.

Normally I would have backed off, but I was invested in winning this fight and if this was going to be the kind of fight he wanted, I was not going to lose this game of gay chicken.

The pants came off, everything came off and I stood before Drake as naked as he was.

"You want to stick up my ass?" I said with a grin. "Then you're going to have to earn that right."

We came at each other again, though this time he jumped up just a bit earlier than I expected and landed a pair of paws firmly on my chest knocking me back and he stood over me. He breathed heavily on my chest and I saw his thick sheath between his legs leak a drooling a clear liquid onto my stomach.

I wasn't beat yet. He should have seen it coming. Thick arms wrapped around him and I hugged him close to my chest, smearing that pre of his between us as I ground my hips between his legs and rolled over so I was on top.

I got my legs on either side of him and pinned his front paws down. Just like that, he couldn't get away and I used the weight of my body as well.

His squirming rubbed against my flaccid cock that was pushed firmly against his sheath. I could feel his own dick inside his furry sheath rubbing against mine and I wasn't flaccid for much longer.

"That's right." I said when he was finally done squirming, his growling had ceased and instead he was whimpering. His ears were back and he licked at the bottom of my chin. "I win, bitch."

I could have gotten off of him, but I didn't really want to. Feeling his own cock against mine through his sheath, the thought that he had tried to mate with me was actually really hot and I was thinking that now that I was on top, I should really try to cement that in case he wanted to get rebellious again.

I was comfortable, laid across Drake like this with him licking my neck and chin submissively and I could think of really only one thing to do.

Drake knew who was boss, he wouldn't bite me. I was surprised that he hadn't bitten me when we were on the ground. I guess he didn't want to hurt me, so I took my hands off of his paws which he curled up in front of him. I reached down and massaged my hard erection, milking some pre that I rubbed across my head. I moaned and got a bit of tongue inside my mouth. I sputtered, he whined, all was fine. I then guided myself to the opening of his sheath. He was a big dog and he had a big sheath, surely he had enough room for one more.

It was hard to get it just right, he had quite the slippery package carrier there, but after a few moments, I slipped in. It was quite the extraordinary feeling, being engulfed by Drake's warm, slick tunnel.

I couldn't help but buck which made me lose my balance. We rolled over on to our side, me still in his and Drake making no move to get away.

I shifted my hips and felt his cock that was much warmer than me rub against my own dick.

I reached down and caressed his fuzzy orbs as I slowly rocked my hips forward, pushing myself all the way into his sheath until my head was pushing firmly against his knot.

He let out a slow breath that felt cool against my wet neck from his lickings. It was becoming tight in that sheath, but I kept going, both of our leaking was making it very lubed up. Thinking about what I was doing made real horny real fast and I blew my load in under a minute.

My hips jerked as my cock jumped as I filled Drake's meaty, wet tube with my cum. It began to leak back out and fill the small space between us and matting his soft fur down.

I hugged him close to me and enjoyed the post orgasmic afterglow. I listened to Drake's breathing, it was soft and rhythmic, soothing and I stayed there until I slipped out of him of which then I let him pull away and begin to groom himself, paying special attention to the mess I made of him.

His tongue slowly left his muzzle, scooping up my cum that had spilled out, but he was having trouble getting to the deposits I left inside of him. He began to nibble at his sheath, squeezing it our like a spent tube of toothpaste. While he did that, I took care of myself with a hot shower.

I never had an issue with Drake after that. He knew his place and accepted me as his alpha in this relationship and I took advantage of that. It gave me a lot of satisfaction to be able to stand over this beautiful creature and to know that he was mine.

Drake was a proud wolf, even though he understood that humans were in charge, he only truly listened to me. He ignored others when I wasn't around which frustrated them and even though I scolded Drake for his actions, I secretly encouraged it. I jealously guarded my hold over Drake as much as he protected his beta position to me, no one could drive a wedge between us.

I wasn't worried for Nelson in that Drake would be a real problem. Drake wasn't a trouble maker, even if my friend wouldn't be able to get him to listen to him. Just feed him, watch him and keep him happy, which I knew Nelson could do.

I watched all those years ago and he didn't know what I knew about him. It becomes suspicious when your friend disappears into the woods with a large dog for hours on end and doesn't invite his best friend. I saw what he did with that dog that he liked to call, Sam.

I think he had been doing it for some time when I saw them in the old barn, Sam's paws wrapped tightly around Nelson much in the way that Drake had tried with me. The quick jerky motions of that dog's hips as he drove his massive knotted cock all the way into that teenage boy. It got me all hot and bothered and jealous. I had held onto that image for a very long time and now I felt that I had one upped Nelson. I had my own canine, a wolf and I didn't let him dominate me, I was in control.

Nelson was hungry for Drake, the way he looked at Drake whenever I brought him to the set. He nearly jumped at the opportunity to be alone with the wolf for a night. He would try to get Drake to do his bidding, but he would soon find out that even though Drake knew his place, the wolf positioned himself above all others by me.

There was no meeting in town. I didn't drive off, leaving my obedient wolf in the care of my friend, I simply went around the block, turned on the radio and waited. It wouldn't be long.

Drake craved my attention, how I stroked him up and down his belly to his sheath, how I played with him. He loved it when his alpha gave him attention, but I had purposefully withheld it for the last week, He would whimper, rub his rump against my crotch, he begged me to push myself inside of him. Oh, yeah. I did that and he loved it, possibly even more than I did. How I took it slowly, holding his legs so that he couldn't shove himself back onto me and when I really started to work on his behind, I would go ahead and give him a reach around, pulling his sheath behind his knot where I would create a fake tie and let him uncontrollable thrusts into my hand work my shaft.

Now that he had been fasted of that special attention, he had to find it himself.

I waited for an hour before I started up my beater truck and pulled away from the curb and started driving to Nelson's house.

I was getting excited just thinking about what I would walk in on. Would Drake take advantage of Nelson and play with his food for a bit or would he go right for the man's rear and plant his seed deep inside. I couldn't help but peel a hand away from the wheel and slowly stroke myself hard, but I stopped when the first feelings of an orgasm came, I needed to save that.

There was a single vehicle in the drive way. I pulled in with the lights off and stopped at the beginning of the driveway to avoid making too much noise. I stepped out and slowly shut my truck door and headed to the front door.

Nelson didn't lock his front door when he was home. He was a very trusting person and I doubt that even with the plans that he had tonight, it would still be unlocked. He wasn't expecting visitors.

The lights were on, therefore Nelson was home. I blinds were drawn shut and I couldn't hear anything when I came to the front door.

The door knob turned when I tried it and silently the door opened. The air that wafted out of the building and into my face was hot with sex. It was a strong mix of sweat, desire and musk. Let me tell you, Drake gave off one unique smell when he was horny and what I was smelling was almost all Drake.

"Uhhgn."

It came from deeper in the house and I stepped in and followed the moans. My jeans were getting tight and my underwear was already wet from the drive over.

Nelson's home was much nicer than mine. It was much more modern with white walls and sharp corners and paintings of randomly assorted colors that made no sense to me.

It didn't have to go far to find Nelson.

He was on his back on an ottoman, eyes closed and face in a grimace of both pain and pleasure. Then there was Drake on top of him, still humping. I could see the red, engorged knot whenever Drake pulled back. He was close and I came at the right time.

I didn't interrupt. I wanted to make sure Nelson couldn't go anywhere and it was too good to watch to stop it.

Drake's tongue was out and he was nipping at Nelson's pecks. I could see scratched across his body which showed a sign of a struggle. If I had to guess, this party started somewhere else, Nelson tried to get take control of Drake, but the wolf wasn't going to have any of it. There was a bit of a fight and Nelson was pushed onto the ottoman where Drake jumped on him.

Nelson's moans cracked with each thrusts and he wrapped his legs up and around Drake while his arms were used to steady himself on the ottoman so he wouldn't fall off.

Drake humps quickly became erratic once his knot had popped in with a pop and then he pulled it back out and pushed it back in.

Nelson grunted out a whine when Drake knotted him filled and began to fill his prize. Then he opened his eyes and saw me.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His pupils instantly grew much larger.

Drake then saw me and he let out a happy bark which I rewarded with a scratch between the ears when I got close enough.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked rhetorically. "By the way you were squirming and moaning, I would say that you were."

Something incoherent came out of his mouth. I think he was trying to apologize. He wasn't sorry, he wanted this.

I couldn't help but grin. "I'm not mad." I patted Drake heavily on his back and Nelson sucked in a breath when the movement shifted the ten inches of raging meat inside of him. "Drake's been in need of a good hole for some time. I can't jerk him off all the time."

I explained a good deal to him. It felt a bit unfair to me to be giving Drake the rod, a strong wolf like him, he needed to be able to bury his bone every once in a while as well, but I was no bottom.

I went as far as telling him that I knew about his past and that seemed to relax him some. We then chatted for a bit, about work, about Drake, myself, how he was doing, basic talk as I waited for Drake's knot to deflate some.

There was a torrent when Drake finally pulled out. A gush of white fluid spilled out of Nelson and splattered on the ground and normally it would have been done there, but being here had driven me into a horny mood and Drake had good stamina and for Nelson's sake, I hoped he did as well.

It didn't take much effort to get Nelson all hot and bothered. Drake knew more than shake at this point. He knew the queues to start licking and I gave him it and his tongue leapt to action.

Nelson got hard fast and the taste of cum got Drake mad with lust. Still half out of his sheath, Drake planted his pole into back into the still leaking hole.

Nelson didn't resist at all, he even went as far as helping Drake hop back onto him.

I, in the meantime, went around the back of the wolf where I admired the pink star that was under his wagging tail. I stripped down, undoing my belt and letting my jeans and underwear fall to the ground.

I wasted no time, I grabbed Drake's hips and he obediently stopped moving long enough for me to rub spit on my hand and lube myself up enough to push my head into him. He wiggled his but to help and to shove another inch of himself into Nelson who was becoming a sweaty mess already.

I bent over Drake and gave him the go ahead to keep going. He pumped hard, pushing into Nelson while he milked me. He was tight, he was always tight, and warm. I counter thrust into him and with his humping, it was like a jackhammer.

Drake grunted as he was already in the process of knotting Nelson's ass, tying the together.

I wasn't that close when Drake, with a snarl, planted himself into Nelson for the second time that night. He began to flag as he shot a fresh load into the man under him. His sphincter tightened around me as his balls churned out his load.

I bit my lip as his insides massaged my. My cock jumped, sending more pre into the wolf, slickening him up more.

I went for another ten seconds before reaching around and grabbing Nelson's cock. He had yet to blow his load yet and had been masturbating. I swatted his hand away and moved my hand up and down his went cock, but not before reaching between him and Drake to grab a handful of leakage and using that as lube.

I pumped up and down his shaft fast and hard as I approached my climax. He reached orgasm first, spraying Drake's chest with his hot cum. Drake would need a thorough bath after this, he was covered in small spatterings that made his normally lush fur matted and hard where the semen had dried up.

Nelson's flagging around Drake's knot got the wolf to push harder and deeper into Nelson, locking the more tightly together and that pushed me to my own orgasm. I felt the semen travel all the way from my balls and right inside of my wolf hard. It was a long ten seconds as I emptied my balls entirely.

I pulled out and Drake's hungry ass didn't leak any of my seed out, he kept it all in his slightly stretched pucker.

It was another twenty minutes before Drake was able to pull out, again sending an impressive amount of cum onto the floor where it joined the last pool.

We were all too tired to say anything. Drake collapsed in the corner where he cleaned himself, starting with his cock that slowly slid into his sheath. When he was done there, he stretched over and cleaned his ass that I had claimed, digging his tongue to scoop out his favorite treat.

Nelson stayed on the ottoman. He fell asleep there and began to snore as the last bits of Drake's cum leaked out of him.

I sat next to Drake, petting him, satisfied with how the night went.

Everything went according to plan. I had read some of the scripts for the movie Nelson was in and his character was going to be spending a lot of time with Drake on set and at times he was going to have to give commands. While Drake didn't like to follow commands from anyone but me, knowing that he was going to be getting something out of it might help. The first shoot of Nelson and Drake being together was later in the day, I was excited to see how it would turn out, both during and then after.