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Chapter 2 Collar Me Curious!

Brandon could still feel Warren's hands on him after he had let the bunny go. "Stand up." Warren told him. Brandon's knees had begun hurting, and he was happy to get to his feet. Warren was already walking away, motioning with a single digit for Brandon to follow him down the hallway. "This way pet."

He was quick to follow after Warren, excitement fluttering in his chest even as anxiety tugged at him, wishing he'd leave. But why would he leave, when he was exactly where he wanted to be?

Down the hall there was a very plain bedroom. A king sized bed adorned with gray sheets, with a black frame, was the focal point in the center of the room, with a nightstand on either side. One night stand held a black lamp with a white shade that cast a bright light into the room, and the other held a simple black box.

"This is the bedroom." Warren said, given a wave at everything. He sat on the edge of the bed, running a paw across the silky sheets. "And this is the bed. It's not the main bedroom, mind you. But it will be ours as long as you're here to play."

Brandon grinned, and began to unbutton the fly of his pants.

"No." Warren growled. "Clothes stay on. For now." He patted the bed. "Get on the bed, on your back, head hanging off the end here."

Brandon's grin fell, but he nodded and he slowly buttoned back up his pants. He walked to the side of the bed, and sat down. He was about to lie back and maneuver himself into position when Warren's paw shot up to stop him. "Take your shoes off please. I just had the sheets cleaned." Again, Brandon nodded and kicked off his sneakers before rolling back and positioning himself with his head over the side like Warren instructed.

"Hmm, that's unfortunate." Warren said, running a hand along the sheets that had gotten bunched up underneath Brandon when he changed position. "I had just made this bed for you, and you mess it up so easily." He patted Brandon's tummy, and smirked, "I'll let it slide this time."

The wolf stood, and Brandon couldn't help but wonder what he had planned. From his vantage point, Brandon could only hear what the wolf was doing as he stepped to the side of the bed. There was the distinct sound of squeaky hinges followed by the thud of wood. The box on the night stand maybe? Warren came back into view, holding a small rubber dog bone. He squeezed it twice, squeaking it.

Grabbing Brandon's wrist, Warren placed the dog bone in his hand. "For tonight, this will be your safe word. If you squeak it twice, the session ends. Understand?"

Brandon nodded.

"That was a direct question boy. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

Warren groaned and shook his head. "That was awfully informal kid."

"Uh... Yes Master Warren." Brandon's voice wobbled, "S-sorry Master Warren."

"Better." Warren grinned, showing off his sharp canines. He patted Brandon's cheek with his paw, then teased at the bunny's lips with the claw on his thumb. "Though I'll have to think of an appropriate punishment. That's twice you've disappointed me, and I haven't even used you yet." His paw moved from Brandon's cheek down to his throat, gripping it gently for a moment. "I'll wait until after I suppose." He removed his paw, and undid the fly of his pants.

Warren opened up his fly as wide as it would go, revealing a jockstrap underneath. The smell of the wolf's musky scent consumed the air around Brandon, and his nose twitched as he breathed it in. Warren stepped forward and easily pressed his crotch into Brandon's twitching bunny nose. The bed put Brandon in the exact right height to sniff at the jockstrap's bulge

With his thumb, Warren pulled the jockstrap down, flopping his musky ball sack onto Brandon's nose. Brandon breathed in what he could, but Warren's fleshy balls acted as a perfect seal against his nostrils and he was forced to breath out his mouth.

All Brandon could see was Warren's taint, but the wolf's cock was quickly hardening and sliding out of it's sheath. Warren was getting turned on at Brandon's gasps for air, the tugging of his nostrils trying to breath through his balls. He watched Brandon's paw reach up and grab at Warren's junk, but Warren firmly took the bunny's wrists and held them down. "None of that now." He growled.

Brandon was pinned beneath the wolf as he slowly began to grind against Brandon's face, digging his wolf cock against his nose and lips. He could feel the heaviness and hardness of the dick flopping and grinding against his face, and he futilely tugged at his hands. The wolf was too strong though. All Brandon could do was sniff at the wolf's musky aroma, and wonder where this was going to go.

Warren stopped grinding, and said in the most soothing deep voice, "Open your mouth."

He did was he was told, opening it wide, tongue hanging out. It took very little maneuvering for Warren to place the tip of his cock on Brandon's upper lip, and start to slide it in.

It was slowly slid, agonizingly slow. Brandon ran his tongue over the dick, because he felt like it was what he was supposed to do. It tasted musky and warm. Slowly, slowly, the dick continued, sliding back and back. Brandon couldn't see the crooked grin on the wolf's face as he continued his slow slide. As the tip of the cock began to reach the back of the his throat, Brandon gagged and tugged at his restrained hands, but could do nothing as the dick continued it's decent backwards. "It's okay," The wolf cooed. "Breath through your nose."

Brandon tried, but he was still coughing and gagging around the cock and trying to move away from it as it continued his slow move into his mouth. His fist clenched around the safe word squeaky toy as he strained, and Warren paused for a beat. He could squeak it twice and be out, he knew that as his face was turning red and his eyes were tearing up.

But he didn't.

Warren backed his cock out again, quickly, halfway out the mouth and let Brandon settle down a bit. Once he was breathing fine, Warren quickly put his cock back towards the back of Brandon's throat. This time, Brandon remembered to breath through his nose. Clenching his fists, he breathed carefully, Warren moving his cock in little circles around the back of Brandon's throat.

"Good boy." He said softly.

Warren shoved the rest of his length into Brandon's mouth. Between the cock stuck in his throat, and the balls clogging his nostrils, Brandon was unable to breath in air. He struggled a little, tugging at his wrists, trying to move his head, but continued to gag and tear up, his lungs desperately trying to breath through the cock in his mouth.

Again, the brief thought that he could end it all by squeaking the dog toy passed through his head, but he didn't.

He continued to struggle, tears streaming from his eyes. "Such a good fucktoy." Warren said with a slight laugh. He began to slide in and out of his mouth, thrusting in and out of his throat. Brandon could barely get in a breath with each thrust, he only had a fraction of a second each time. His wrists hurt from being pinned, and he was drowning on cock.

He was beginning to feel light headed, the world spinning, when Warren pulled out. Brandon coughed and took deep breaths in between. Strings of mucus connected his mouth and nose to Warren's cock and balls, and it was everything he could do not to throw up.

"Aw, is the little bitch crying?" Warren laughed, "Was that too much for you? I thought you were a proper whore." He rubbed spit and mucus from his cock into the fur on Brandon's face as he laughed.

Despite his discomfort, Brandon's shorts were fully tented. He was rock hard. There was a little wet spot where he was precomming through his shorts and underwear.

"It couldn't have been too bad if you're wetting yourself." Brandon's face burned scarlet as he wheezed, "Unless you really get off on being degraded like a fucking slut." Brandon's began tent twitch at his words, and the wet spot got visibly bigger. With a laugh, Warren lined his cock up again, and slid it halfway in. "Round two then."

He drove his cock home down Brandon's throat, this time Brandon gagged less than before, and as he continued fucking the bunny's face, he was having an easier time catching breaths in between thrusts, but he was still drowning. "Fucking cock sucking shit." Warren breathed as he fucked, "Crying little baby bitch." He growled.

His hands left Brandon's wrists, and took anchor holds tightly on his neck and armpit, choking him even more. He couldn't breath, and his chest burned. "You're a fucking slut!" Warren shouted at him. Despite being unable to breath, drowning, gagging, in pain and general discomfort, with every degrading word, his cock jumped and twitched in his pants. "Useless cumdump!" He roared, a his knot bumping into Brandon's lips with each thrust.

Was he going to knot my mouth? Brandon thought, watery eyes wide.

He continued to fuck wildly into Brandon's constantly constricting throat. "Pathetic fucking shit bitch!" Warren growled once more as he did one last forceful shove. Brandon gagged and coughed around his cock, the knot being pressed hard against his lips. In an attempt to gasp for breath, Brandon opened his mouth wide enough, and the knot slipped in, lodging itself in his mouth.

Hot ropes of cum shot down the bunny's throat as he struggled against the massive member in his mouth. He couldn't breath, his throat kept trying to push it out, and he couldn't see through the tears in his eyes. With a sigh, Warren grabbed Brandon's slobber coated face, and forced his jaws apart just enough to pull his cock out, getting the last spurt of cum on Brandon's coughing face.

"You're such a cute cock slut." Warren mused, walking around to the side of the bed.

As Brandon coughed, and caught his breath, he realized he didn't even one try to use his hands to stop him from fucking his throat like that. He let it happen. Staring up at the ceiling, he felt defeated, submissive.

Warren grabbed Brandon's legs and pulled them, turning Brandon and pulled him towards the side of the bed. Brandon still didn't move his hands, he just watched the wolf while gulping down air. He grabbed at Brandon's fly, and undid it, opening up his pants to the throbbing leaking erection inside. Warren gave a small laugh as he pulled the waistband down under Brandon's balls. "Tiny cock too, huh?" At his words, Brandon's dick twitched, and pre leaked out onto the hem of his shirt. Warren laughed, and sat down next Brandon on the bed.

"Sit up kid."

Brandon did as he was told, sitting up. Warren leaned against the headboard, and patted inbetween his legs. Cautiously, Brandon moved his butt to sit in front of him. The wolf's massive arms wrapped around him, and he rested his chin on top of Brandon's head. He felt small in his arms like that, feeling cradled. Rolling the squeaky toy around in his hands, he wondered what was next.

But they just sat there, in silence, the wolf's arms holding him. After a minute or so, Brandon reached for his dick, and Warren quietly guided his hand away. He waited, knowing something was about to happen. "Hey-" He started to say. Warren quickly shushed him, and put a finger against Brandon's lips.

"Quiet time." He whispered into Brandon's ear, nuzzling the top of his head and adjusting his arms to hold Brandon's arm down.

So they sat.

There wasn't much to look at in the room, it was very plain, and the only sounds Brandon could hear sounded like traffic outside, maybe. He couldn't tell, but the more they sat there in silence, the quieter things seemed to get. He swore he could hear Warren's heart beat, and continued to feel the warm breath on his neck. All in all, he felt safe, and warm.

When his dick was done drizzling pre all over his shirt, it had finally softened up enough to recede into his sheath. His throat was sore from being fucked, and every breath felt like he needed a lozenge or something. Maybe a drink of water. The mucus in his nose and mouth had dried up though, but the slobber and cum all over his face was still moist and cold to the open air. He didn't even dare try to free a hand to wipe it off.

Warren pulled a hand away from their embrace, and opened the box on the night stand. Where Brandon was sitting, he couldn't see what was in it, but he could hear the clink of metal. Once Warren's hand came back into view, it was wrapped around something, but he still couldn't see it. "Stare at the ceiling baby." Warren whispered into his ear. He did, and felt something cold being slipped onto his sheath, and being hooked under his balls. There was a click, and Brandon glanced down to see the thick metal bars of a cock cage around his sheath.

"It's your punishment for today." Warren said firmly. "Now then."

Before Brandon could say anything about the chastity cage, Warren had pulled the squeaky toy from his hand, and was zipping up Brandon's pants.

"How are you feeling?" Warren's voice was suddenly softer, much friendlier.

"Uh," Brandon didn't know how to answer, "Used?"

"Well, I hope so!" He laughed, "I mean, are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah." Brandon nodded.

"Good." Warren hugged him again, this time, it was an unrestrictive hug where he rested his head next to Brandon's. "Did you enjoy everything? You liked the dirty talk? I noticed you were digging that."

"Yeah, that was fun." Brandon smiled, leaning back into the older wolf. "You could have gotten more offensive."

"Good note." Warren nodded his head, "Anything you didn't like?"

"I don't know, I don't think so. What, uh, what's with the cock cage?"

Warren's voice got deep, and he whispered, "It's for next time." He reached into the box on the night stand, and pulled out a key, wrapped in tape.

"Here. If you want to be a good boy, wear that cage until I call on you to play again. You can take it off, but I'll know because of the tape." He pressed the key into Brandon's hand. "If you're not feeling this scene though Brandon, please message me and I'll come to pick up the cage."

"Oh okay." He could already feel the soft flesh of his dick straining against the bars of the cage.

"Alright, get up!" Warren said, giving Brandon a slight shove.

Brandon got to his feet, and Warren scooped up Brandon's shoes, taking him by the hand. "Go home. I'm done with you boy." He said in his dominant voice. He dragged Brandon to the front door, and opened it, shoving him outside. "I'll message you next time I'm horny for some meat to fuck."

With the slam of the door, that it was it. It was over. Brandon stopped for a moment, and set his shoes down, taking his time to slip his feet into them. He wasn't entirely sure how to process any of that. The throat fucking, the chastity cage, the promise of more to come.

Then he realized that his face was still coated in slobber and jizz, and there was cum stains all over his shirt and shorts. He ran to his car.