Our Little Secret
John was just a wolf. Just a 28-year old wolf with a steady job, and a house of his own. He even has a wife of his own, but he was still just a wolf. He worked hard to keep his body in shape, prefering tone over bulk, along with certain supplements. His wife knew all too well the fruits of his labor. She knew them again and again, sore or not, stretched or not, screaming or not (though she usually did) and each time she would light a scented candle.
John was by no means rude or malevolent towards his wife. He just knew how to fully be the dominant wolf he was when in bed. All of John's strength could not have held him up when he heard that his beloved wife was to go through labor of her own. And he was estatic when he saw her belly fill up, elated when he felt the kicks of his cub, and euphoric when the babe was finnaly born.
The candle, though, sat sad and unused for more than a year.
John still loved his wife of course. He just found ways of expressing it other than brutally fucking her so that she wailed loudly to the moon above. John tamed his inner wild, and put it in a cage deep inside him, in order to make room for his gentle and for his new son.
John's son Luke was the most adorable wolf cub in the world. Part John, part his wife, and a little pinch of something all his own.
The story today takes place when the cub is 10 years old. John's wild hasn't seen the light of the sun or the candle for eons. John's wife packed more than a month's worth of things to stay with her sister. She did this every few years or so, but not once since Luke was born, hence the extended trip.
John and Luke waved her away as she took a cab to the airport. Now it was just John and his son.
The days went on as normal, save for an increase in trips to candy store, ice cream parlors, parks, and the like. Nights were full of dad's own cooking and mornings the same. One night in particular took and interesting turn of events, though it started like any other.
John was busy cooking some spaghetti (one of his personal favorites) when he heard his son running around upstairs giggling. That wasn't so strange, but the silence that followed was. It perked John's interest so mich, in fact, that he wandered upstairs to make sure things were in order. When he started up the stairs though, he heard the frantic fluttering noises of tiny feet. He called out, "Luke? Is everything okay?" To which he heard his son yelp, "Yep! Uhh...I, uh...Yes!"
John would have all the way up, but he couldn't make it any further. He had to pull back down and quick, before his spaghetti was ruined. He retreated with haste, but stopped while he was just barely on the stairs. He waited for a moment then called out, "You sure?" He heard his son grunt as if he had tripped on something before hearing him shout back, "Oh yeah! I'm positive!"
John got back to his cooking and the evening was rather uneventful. Uneventful until the wolf went to fetch his son for dinner.
When John got upstairs, he tracked the noises of his son to John's own room. He opened the door and was shocked at what he saw. His son lay belly down on the bed with one leg pulled up, showing off his mother's lingerie, complete with a lacy corset and thong.
"Let's play romantic dinner!" shouted the boy excitedly. When John finally took his jaw off the floor he shouted, "What are you doing?! You need to take that all off right away!" John swiftly moved up and started removing the womens garments from his son, starting with the corset. Luke was squirming, like any child who's toys are being taken away.
"But daaad!"
"No buts!"
The side of John that appreciated irony started chuckling while he said that word to his son, whilst staring at his butt, but the rest of John continued de-feminizing his boy (who continued to protest). With the corset, lace gloves, and bra off, the only things left were the thong and the lace stockings.
John began pulling the thong off, but he froze instantly after they were around the cub's knees. He froze because he noticed something that he hadn't noticed before. "What is that?" John asked looking up and around.
Teary eyed and drippy nosed, Luke sniffled, "A romantic candle."
John's pupils shrunk as he inhaled deeply the lovemaking scent he had grown accustomed to. His body had apparently grown accustomed to it as well. His breathing bacame more labored, his penis began to swell and slip out of his sheath. He remembered nights with his wife and the scent of the candle, he remembered his ecstacy and the scent of the candle, remebered the messes he made and the scent of the candle, the scent of the candle and the scent of the candle, the scent of th--he was brought back to earth by something whipping at his face and squirming in his arms. He grabbed ahold of it and, on close inspection, discovered it was a tail. His son's tail in fact. Oh god! His son!
John looked down and recalled the state his son was in, but this time his wild was let free and was there too. He looked down and realized that he was grabbing his son's tail, pulling it upward and exposing his tight fleshy tailhole. He also noticed that his wild had taken the liberty of pointing his cock at the immature pleasure ring.
"Son," He said deeply, "do you still want to play?"
Luke immediatly stopped trying to escape his father as his ears perked up.
"Really?"
John said, almost whispered, "Oh yeah, really. We're gonna play a game. What I'm about to do is going to be painful, but if you can stand it, you won't have to do chores for a week, and I'll get a gallon of what ever ice cream you want."
The cub was bouncing up and down, salivating at the prospect of his prizes. "Okay! Okay! Let's hurry and play!"
John took his free hand and put it on his son's ass cheek, and pressing his thumb onto his own son's tailring. Not enough to penetrate it, but he was pressing nonetheless.
'Are you really about to do this?' John's logic thought to himself, 'To your own son. Are you really gonna hurt your own son?"
'Hell yeah you're gonna do it!' John's wild shouted, 'You had better do it! And hard too! Besides, you won't be hurting him, he wants it. Look at how he dressed, he obviously wants you to put it in him! Now if you'd push forward just a bit more...'
John's wild kept going to itself while his logic looked, and saw that the wild was right. His son was bent over in woman's clothing with his panties down and his tail up. He was even drooling! Just waiting for John to fill him up.
The wolf bucked his hips forward a little, till the massive head of his massive shaft was pressing against the puny ring of the tight tiny ass. He started pushing in, reveling in the resistance. John pushed in until he was 1/4th of the way in (minus the knot.)
John would have all the way up, but he couldn't make it any further. He had to pull back down, before his son was hurt. He retreated with haste, but stopped while his head was just barely in. He waited for a moment then called out, "You sure? Once you start, you can't stop." He heard his son grunt as if he had tripped on something before hearing him whimper back, "Oh yeah. I'm positive."
Luke was far less enthusiastic than he sounded. And even less so now that his father began dry humping him. He felt stretched like he had never felt before, probably because he had never stuck anything up there before, much less something as thick as his father. His father would push in agonizingly slowly, gaining a low dull moan from the cub. And he would keep pushing in until the dull pain turned into a sharp one. The cub would gasp in shock and tense his back as if to sit up straight.
Each time that happened, John would let out a powerful moan and pull out with a slow slurping sound. This went on for 10 or so minutes, with the adult wolf getting his shaft in just a fraction in deeper each time. After he was able to get halfway in, John stopped. He just stopped and focused on the tight wall of flesh that gripped his cock. Luke was able to stop squirming and just adjust. Feeling the way his father's fat flesh forced all his insides outward, feeling his father stretch him open.
Then John pulled out all the way. He looked down and smiled as the versitile young muscles started closing up, something an older fuck toy would not be able to do. John felt his cock twitch and spit a wad of pre on his son's retracting asshole when he said those words in his head. Fuck toy. That's what his son was right now. Just a fuck toy there for the sole purpose of pleasing him. John's logic would have been appaled by the thought, but it had already decided that this felt too good to pass up, and just gave all the motor functions over to the wild.
John's meditation was broken when he heard the toy pipe up, "Is that it?"
"You wish," the wild said sternly.
Then he bent his chest over his toy's back, crossed his adult arms over the adolescent chest, and slammed his way to the start of the knot. This didn't go over too well will Luke. He winced in pain and yelped loudly. His body, moving of it's own accord, began squirming and shifting, trying to escape his father's clutches. He'd have stopped if he had known that he was merely just massaging his father's length with his soft silken insides, further egging him on. But Luke didn't know, and he continued to unknowingly pleasure his father, who took that as a sign of knowing affection.
This, in turn, cause the adult wolf to start pistoning his whole length in and out of the young boy slowly. Each time the father pushed in, there was a groan from the pup. Each withdraw was accompanied by a moan from the adult. This continued until the pup's arms gave up, sending the pups face crashing into the fabric below.
The adult pushed his face further down when he discovered the new position allowed even deeper penetration, much to the dismay of the cub, who was streaming tears by now. The tiny wolf's whimpers set the wild crazy and he started fucking as hard as he could, forgetting who it was underneath him.
The wild loved the way the tight ass got even tighter when he forced it to take in his massive girth. It loved the way the body beneath him whined and groaned and twitched. It loved the sick slurping sounds when he pulled out, and the tired gasps when he reenterd. It loved abusing this flesh in general, but it loved most of all looking down and seeing the chafed skin of the tailring bright red and stretched taut into an O.
That was the last straw, when he took in all the spasms and whimperings, the whines and the tightness, the body that didn't seem to get stretched beyond rebound and the scent from the candle all at once, the large wolf went into full power. He slammed his gigantic cock into the abused tailhole in the first half a second and pulled it back in the next half, watching the ring of muscle retract in-between.
He tried his hardest to fuck the person below him, wanting to get off within the next minute. So he went at this brutal pace, an adult's pace, and the son had no choice but the lay there and take it. And for the next minute, he took it almost silently, with a few sniffles and whimpers and gasps. He took each powerful thrust. He felt the huge shaft push his insides to make room, then felt it leave. He felt this, but it didn't stop hurting. Each rough entry from his father caused a sharp, but short lived, pain on his tailring. Each hilting stabbed him to the core. He was going to take each thrust with pride, take all the pain for his prize.
At the end of that frantic minute, John's hands shifted from his son's skull to his hips. He focused all his energy and strength into one last forceful thrust, with the intention of tying. Luke thought his father was thick before, but the knot was twice what he had been forced to take so far. John's powerful thrust was only enough to get the knot halfway in. Being speared open and split apart, Luke screamed for the first time of his first mating.
John was tired, and most of his strength was gone, so he was slow to react. Luke had to endure the treatment for longer than he should have had to before his father mustered the strength to finish the what he started. And once he was in, the torrent of cum started. Luke was now penetrated deeper than he had been so far, started being filled from the thick hard hose in his asshole, and it was far from comfortable, but John was in heaven.
When John finnally stopped cumming, several minutes later, he marveled at his hadiwork. His son's belly distended like his mother's while she was pregnant, save for one feature, the pointing head of John's penis pushing against his skin and making itself visible. Both wolves collapsed in a tangled heap, panting and sighing (one in bliss and the other in relief.)
Luke finally had some pleasure from it all. With the rough treatment out of the way, he was allowed to feel his father stretching him from the inside. He enjoyed the pressure that was keeping the two stuck together.
John waited for some time till his knot deflated enough for him to rip it from it's confines, and watch the river of seed spill from his son. John said, "Aww, you aren't gonna be able to sit right for a while. But don't worry, if you're having too much trouble, you can sit in my lap and I'll 'give you some support'. Come on, let's heat the spaghetti up and eat. You can wear you mom's maid outfit."
"Won't she be mad that I've been wearing her clothes?"
"No. This whole thing will be our little secret."
-----------------------------------Author's Coments----------------------------
I see other people with their amazing stories and still think mine a crap in comparison, but oh well. No way to get better save by practice right?
I was gonna originally have Luke be a girl, but I decided a boy would be better cause girls can't handle rough treatment like that. Boys are cuter anyway.
I also wanted to have a part where Luke would walk around in the Maid suit as his dad's slave doing things like blowing him on demand, fixing him food, getting spanked and thanking him for it, and massaging/licking his father's feet. I decided to end it where I did because I need to sleep.
The whole thing took me 2 hours. I rushed and it showed, lacking character development. Maybe I should write some no-yiff stuff to practice.
Though I did like the stuff about the dad's conscience.