A Wolf in the Basement
The wolf knelt next to a post in the basement, naked save for a few straps of leather around his ankles, and wrists. His fur was matted and sticky. His muzzle was gagged by a large penis gag, and the strap around his muzzle held his mouth firmly shut over the rubber invader. The clear tube running from the end of the penis gag was still attached to the empty container sitting on top of the post he was bound to. And his eyes were covered by a thick leather blindfold.
The tall posture collar locked around his neck and chained to the far wall forced him to remain sitting tall. The spreader bar between his legs kept him spread so his cock and balls were plainly visible and accessible. And the tube running from the plug in his ass still hung between his legs and up to a second container. His belly was distended and full from the contents of the containers.
He sat in the basement, awaiting whatever punishments his tormenters felt he deserved. His mind wandered back to the events of the night that had led him to this predicament.
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The wolf had first gone to the club hoping for a quick hookup. He'd never been before, but had heard stories about the club's reputation for attracting other furs who had bondage fetishes
That night he had gone dressed in his best clubbing outfit; tight leather pants, shin high PVC boots, black mesh shirt under a ripped vest.
He had been dancing for a while before he was approached by a Palomino stallion. He approached him rather abruptly and began to grind against him.
"Hey hot stuff, my friend and I have been watching you tonight, all alone?" said the stallion, gesturing towards a black Morgan stallion standing near the bar.
"Umm yeah, I was just coming here to see what's what and maybe find some action" replied the wolf, trying not to back down from the aggressive advances of the Palomino.
"So its action you want? I think I may be able to help you out there hot stuff" said the Palomino grabbing at the wolf's crotch. "You up for a little action with me and my friend?" he said. He beckoned to the black stallion still standing near the bar who was still observing the conversation keenly.
The black stallion came over, dressed in tight chaps and open leather vest. He trotted up and stood behind the wolf, and put his hands on the wolf's shoulders.
"What have we here, a little wolfy anxious for some action?" said the black stallion. His hands moved down and grab the wolf's ass and tail.
The wolf was rather intimidated by the brazen advances and could do little but nod his head.
"Yeah, I'd be up for this," he gulped nervously, not sure what was getting himself into.
"Alright then, why don't you come over and sit with us for a while then?" said the Palomino, leading the wolf to a secluded corner booth and taking a seat on either side of the wolf.
"So how much bondage experience have you had little wolfy?" asked the Palomino staring into the wolf's eyes.
"I've had some experience, nothing that extreme though," said the wolf, looking back slightly apprehensively, but beginning to be turned on by the dominating presence of the two equines.
"Want to try something more tonight then?" asked the Morgan in a deep voice. "Would you like to be our pet?"
The wolf swallowed and licked his lips nervously. He had hoped to find some hot thing at the club and maybe get lucky that night, but to find two gorgeous and built equines who wanted to dominate him was making him incapable of rational thought. He could only nod in response; his body was shaking so much in anticipation.
"Very well then," said the Palomino and he nodded to his friend.
The Morgan reached into his pants pocket and before the wolf knew what was happening, the Morgan had slipped a leather collar around his throat and had buckled it securely, clipping a leash on the front.
The wolf also had his arms drawn behind him by the Palomino and a pair of handcuffs clicked shut behind him.
"Wait, what are you doing?" he stammered, unable to come to terms with what he had just agreed to.
"Hmm, seems like our pet needs a lesson in obedience" said the Morgan. The Palomino pulled out a muzzle and quickly forced it over the wolf's head, sealing his mouth shut between the leather straps and buckling it behind the wolf's startled head.
The wolf now tried to twist and turn to get out of his bonds but the horses were too strong for him. He finally settled down at the threat of further restraints and allowed himself to be lead by the leash out of the club into the street; his ears burning red in embarrassment as he was led along in plain view of the public like some common animal.
He was led to a parking garage about two blocks away and he thought he'd never been so humiliated in his life. There were many furs out on the main street which was lined with clubs and restaurants, and he was paraded by them by the horses.
The pair of equines did nothing to prevent any onlookers coming to pinch and touch the wolf's bottom or to comment on the muzzle and handcuffs securing him. They seemed pleased by the attention they were drawing.
"Oh he's in training," the equines laughed.
When they finally reached the parking garage the wolf was led to a sporting looking coupe. The Morgan bent him down over the hood and began to slide down the wolf's pants. At this the wolf began to struggle crazily, squirming and moaning through the gag.
"You'd best stop that right now pet," grunted the Morgan, "We're not going to fuck you, yet," he added.
After removing his boots and pants the wolf saw the Palomino walking towards him with leather cuffs he had pulled from inside the car. The Morgan kept holding the wolf down on the hood of the car while the Palomino knelt and placed a leather cuff around each of the wolf's ankles, securing each with a small padlock.
"I like that mesh shirt on him, don't you?" said the Morgan. "Why don't we let him keep it for a while?"
"I agree, it does look very good on him," replied the Palomino, "but the vest has to go.
The handcuffs were unlocked and the wolf lay quietly on the hood of the car while his vest was removed. He was very aware of the cool metal of the car pressing against his cock and balls now.
Next cuffs were also placed around the wolf's wrists and locked as well. After the leather cuffs had been secured and linked together by a short piece of chain the Morgan removed his weight and helped the wolf back to a standing position.
"Those leather cuffs should be more comfortable for you," said the Palomino grinning, "And you'll be able to wear them for an extended period of time."
At hearing this wolf let out a whine, and started panting through his muzzle. His legs were trembling, but even as he dreaded what that meant, he looked down and saw his cock beginning to emerge from its sheath.
"Look at that," exclaimed the Palomino, "I believe he wants us to continue. Get the last thing for him will you?"
The Morgan nodded and returned with a small item from inside the car. He knelt in front of the wolf and grabbed his ankles, pulling them apart. He held a small metal ring and some leather straps in his hands. The Morgan reached forward and began to stroke wolf's sheath, to coax his cock slightly higher out. When enough was visible, he slipped the metal ring down the wolf's cock. Then he leaned in to take the wolf's balls into his mouth.
The wolf moaned and threw his head back, not knowing what to do, but becoming incredible aroused. He continued to feel his balls in the hot, moist muzzle of the horse and then the feeling was replaced by the feel of tight leather and the sound of a lock closing shut.
Looking down he saw that his cock and balls were now locked into some kind of harness. A several straps ran over the base of his cock and around his balls, with another small D-ring between the bottom of his cock and his scrotum. A small brass padlock was also visible near the top of the contraption.
The Morgan stood and unclipped the leash from the wolf's collar and reattached it to the harness now adorning his cock. He then began to lift the leash, pulling sharply up.
The wolf yipped into his harness and strained to stand on his tip-toes with fear in his eyes as the pressure increased on his cock.
"Now you'll behave yourself pet," said the Morgan, pulling the leash again, "if you understand, nod your head."
The wolf nodded vigorously before swallowing nervously and lowering back down as the Morgan released the tension on the leash.
The Morgan led the wolf to door of the car and assisted him inside, seating him in the middle of the rear, and clipped his collar to the neck rest behind him before hopping into the passenger seat, with the Palomino taking the driver's seat.
The wolf sat and squirmed in the rear of the car. He was a mass of confused emotions, this was far more than he'd ever experienced before, but he was so incredibly turned on by this he wanted to see what else they would do to him.
The car continued until they were outside the city proper and entered a residential, and obviously well to do neighborhood before pulling into a modest two story house. The car pulled into the garage and let the garage door close before the horses ushered the wolf from the car into the house, leading him by his cock.
"From now until we decide to release you, you are going to be our sex toy," said the Palomino. "Anything we tell you to do, you will do and if you refuse you will be punished."
The wolf stood practically naked before them, with eyes wide, unable to believe that he was hearing one of his deepest fantasies made into reality. He had often sat in front of his computer dreaming about being totally dominated and turned into a slave, but to hear someone else say it to him was an incredible turn on.
The wolf nodded vigorously, eager to hear what the equines desired.
"Now, when I take off your muzzle you are to remain quiet unless you are given permission," said the Morgan, walking up to him and unbuckling the muzzle.
The wolf started to open his mouth to reply, but quickly caught himself before he spoke, and nodded his head instead. The two horses smiled in approval.
"Now slave," said the Morgan walking farther into the house, tugging on the leash. "You will have your quarters in the basement, which is also where most of your new toys are."
"We'll give you half an hour to get acquainted with your new surrounding, and to choose a new collar that you will wear for the remainder of the evening," said the Morgan.
"You may also choose two other toys that you would like to try," said the Palomino.
The wolf was led to a doorway and down a set of stairs into a large basement which had obviously been redesigned for one purpose: restraint.
The concrete walls were studded with brackets, as was the ceiling and floor. In the center of the basement was a metal pillar that stood at chest height and about with a two foot diameter. The left wall was lined with shelves covered with various sex toys, dildos, butt plugs, and gags, along with an assortment of items the wolf had never seen before. A large cabinet was in one corner of the basement and a hose was coiled near a spigot on the right wall.
There were soft looking mats located in certain places in the basement, usually near a pair of brackets in the floor or wall. A padded waste high A-frame was located near the right wall of the dungeon that had obvious places for cuffs to be attached to it and secured in place. The Morgan walked in front of the wolf and unclipped the leash and the collar around the wolf's neck and removed the chain from between his wrists.
"We'll be back in thirty minutes, be ready," said the Morgan as he walked back to the top of the stairs and closed it turning the lock.
As soon as the door closed the wolf collapsed onto the floor near the pillar and began jacking off furiously. He had been aching to paw off since the parking garage. A few moments later he came furiously, spurting cum onto his chest before collapsing back onto the pad he was kneeling on.
The wolf stood shakily, tugging vainly on the cock harness locked on him before walking over to the shelves to begin looking for a collar and toys. He figured he'd try and impress his new masters by trying some things he'd never done before.
He scanned the shelves, looking over the selection he came across a butt plug that had a hole through it. He had no idea what the hole was meant for, but it was a decent sized plug. Selecting it he went over and placed on top of the pillar in the middle then returned to the shelves to pick his second toy.
His paws roamed over various toys, before pausing over what appeared to be another muzzle, but instead a normal muzzle; there was a penis shaped gag which would obviously fit into the victim's mouth.
Experimentally he placed the phallus in his mouth, leaving the straps unfastened and fantasized about the possibilities. As his tongue roamed over the gag in his mouth he discovered that the tip of the phallus also had a small hole, covered by a thin piece or rubber.
He left the gag in his mouth, and pulled the straps into place, buckling them securely in place. He was slightly disconcerted that the buckles on the gag had places for locks as well. He was enjoying sucking on the cock in his mouth as he went over to the cabinet, looking for the collar next.
Inside the cabinet was an assortment of leather cuffs, collars, and other articles of clothing made of latex, rubber, or leather. The wolf buried his nose in some of the latex clothes, inhaling the scent of the foreign material.
He rummaged through the cabinet, imagining himself wearing any of the items it contained. Eventually he came across a very tall black posture collar. He had only seen them in some of the porn he had seen, but he had always wanted to feel a tall stiff collar around his neck.
The wolf lifted it from the cabinet and grabbed a tub of lube as well. The wolf closed the cabinet doors, starting to shiver with anticipation once more as he walked back to the plug.
He grabbed the plug and knelt down on the floor. The wolf laid his head on the mat near the base of the pillar and began to rub his tail hole with the tip of the plug. He began to moan through the gag as he stimulated himself. Beginning to become hard again he sat up and swiftly spread some lube on his fingers, rubbing it around his sensitive hole and over the surface of the plug.
Kneeling back down he placed his head on the floor and began to push the plug into him. The flared base finally slipped into him and he felt the mass of the rubber invader fill his insides. He didn't think he'd be able to simply push the plug back out alone either.
The wolf stood, and took a few steps, letting the plug move into a comfortable position before taking a deep breath. He still worked his tongue over the gag in his mouth. He imagined having one of the horses' cocks deep in his throat and his erection grew again.
He took the posture collar and slowly wrapped it around his neck, pulling the buckle tight. As he stood there, collared, gagged, and plugged, he suddenly had an overwhelming desire to paw off once more. He sank to his knees and back up against the pillar. Reaching beneath himself he began to stroke his cock while pushing against the pillar.
As he neared his second orgasm he heard the door to the basement open and the clop of hooves coming down the stairs. He wasn't quick enough to sit upright and pull his paw away from his stiff cock to have the horses not notice what he was doing. Trembling he knelt by the post, not sure what to do now.
"Such a naughty pet, did we give you permission to touch yourself?" asked the Palomino standing in front of the wolf.
The wolf tried to shake his head, trying to plead with the Palomino.
"Oh, look here," said the Morgan, leaning in and rubbing a finger in the wet patch on the wolf's belly fur. The Morgan brought his finger up to the wolf's face and rubbed his cum in his nose. The wolf tried to twist his head away but the posture collar kept his head nicely immobile. His nose was suddenly filled with his own scent and he was pulled back down to the floor.
"It seems we have quite a horny pet," said the Morgan looking up at the Palomino who was over at the cabinet retrieving some items. "And a nice pair of toys he selected he looks like he really wants to be filled up. Now stay here while we finish preparing you."
The wolf tried to nod, but was again unable to move because of the posture collar. The wolf's eyes popped open as he felt the plug being pulled swiftly from his ass.
"I think I'll have some fun before we leave you for the night," grunted the Morgan. The wolf tried to squirm, but was only able to wriggle his ass in an inviting manner.
The Morgan's cock was already out of its sheath and semi stiff as he began to press himself into the wolf's upturned ass. The wolf cried out into his gag as the immense cock forced deeper into him.
As the Morgan began to pound him from the rear, the Palomino came in front and began to rub his cock across the wolf's muzzle and face. The wolf's nostrils were filled with the overpowering smell of the horse's sweat and sex.
Both horses were soon lost in their own pleasure as the wolf was tormented from either end. It wasn't long before he felt the Morgan pull out of his ass and whinny, covering him in a torrent of cum as he did so the Palomino climaxed as well. The wolf was now covered in hot, slick horse cum, and extremely aroused.
The equines stood up, snickering at the drenched figure at their feet, and moved to finish binding the wolf.
The Palomino returned with a three foot spreader bar and moved behind the wolf and pulled his ankles back around either side of the pillar and connected his ankle cuffs to the bar, trapping him to the pillar.
The Palomino also pulled the wolf's arms behind the pillar and connected them to an eye-bolt on the back side of the pillar.
The Morgan now came and placed locks on the penis gag, locking the phallus into the wolf's mouth.
"Now, because you were so eager go have some fun, we're going to make you wait for your reward," said the Morgan. He was carrying to clear tubes, which made the wolf struggle vainly against his bonds.
The first tube was place into the end of the phallus stuck into the wolf's mouth; the second was roughly forced into the base of the plug and reinserted into the wolf's ass. A groan escaped the wolf as when he saw the Palomino stand in front of him with a large clear container filled with what looked like cum.
Reaching down the Palomino took the other end of the tube leading to the cock in the wolf's mouth and connected it to the bottom of the container. A similar container was connected to the wolf's ass.
"We have several friends upstairs who were more than delighted to donate to this most noble cause," said the Palomino slyly, "they'll be down shortly, " smirking at the wolf's embarrassed face.
The wolf was so overwhelmed with shock from the night's events and bound tightly, so he was not able to do anything to resist.
The Palomino set the container on top of the post and opened a valve near the bottom, holding the tube in front of the squirming wolf's eyes he allowed him to see the stream of cum starting to flow down tube into his awaiting mouth.
The wolf did not think he would be able to drink the entire contents of the container, which was at least two quarts, and desperately tried to keep any of the equine seed from flowing into his mouth. He had never really like to swallow, and had always preferred to spit afterwards.
As he was attempting to keep from drinking the massive amount of horse cum he all of a sudden felt a hot pressure begin to fill his belly. Trying to look around he saw the Morgan step back in front of him and realized that he must have done the same, and realized his ass must be filling with the horse's seed.
"Now pet, because you've been a naughty boy, you don't get any reward other than getting to be filled with cum"
With that the Morgan slipped a leather blindfold over the wolf's eyes, and stood back to watch the containers slowly emptying into the ensnared wolf's mouth and ass. With one final touch, the Palomino clipped a leash to the posture collar and hooked it to a clip on the far wall, forcing the wolf's head to remain slightly upturned.
"Hey honey, let's go get the guests now, I'm sure they'll want to come play with our new pet," said the Morgan looking at the Palomino.
With that the pair clopped back upstairs, leaving the wolf alone in the basement.