Shut the Fuck Up, Learn To Buck Up
Shut the Fuck Up, Learn To Buck Up
by theonehowl
"Okay, Mr. Zerwell. Just tell me about these dreams some more..." Linerd asked calmly. The wolf seated in the single leather couch next to his patient payed his mind to patient with a clipboard and pen in his paws to make notes. The crease of his brow, barely noticeable amongst the near black fur, furrowed in pondering interest. Figuring out patient's subconscious motives was apart of his job. This one had been coming to him with a dream, which he had to build up to for a while. Mr. Zerwell needed a few sessions before to be comfortable enough to speak about them. Today, he told Linerd that he was ready to talk about them.
"Well," the small deer began. His hoved-fingers pawed at the sleeves of his t-shirt in nervousness. The small pair of antlers waved with his head turning about with the paranoid tension. His soft eyes scanned the larger wolf for a moment, self-conscious and weary, almost like the size of the wolf's build bothered him. "They start in a dark forest. I run away from... this figure, it's huge... I mean, scary big." His hands rubbed the outline of some imagery that Linerd didn't take much interest in. The therapist relied on the vocal and emotional account.
"Mhmm... Do you recognize it in anyway?" Linerd scribbled some on his pad. Mr. Zerwell shook his head, biting his lip.
"No, I couldn't tell what it was. I was too scared. It's the same nightmare every time... it doesn't go anywhere..." Mr. Zerwell's voice drifted off towards the end of his sentence, with a sound that wasn't quite fear. The buck had to adjust himself against the pillow propped behind his back. The nervous act did not go unnoticed by Linerd.
"The dream is unfinished... meaning there could be something that you haven't discovered yet to complete it... How exactly do you feel when these events take place?" The wolf tipped his pin up under his chin idly, letting a thick leg drape over his other knee and bounce gently.
"I... I feel terrified. My hearts racing and ideas fill my head of what might happen if he caught me. They.. they start to become part of the horror of the dream." Mr. Zerwell plays more and more with his shirt, looking more anxious than before. Linerd noticed again and had a feeling there might be more to this. The lack of eye contact made him suspect the deer lacked truth to his story, maybe.
"Tell me... exactly, what do you expect to happen if he..." The therapist juggles the words momentarily. "Catches you..." The counselor watched his patient very closely at this point. The crown of horns turn, the client facing away in thought.
"I... uhm, well, the big figure, more than likely pouncing me from behind- you know, once he... catches up to me." The client audibly swallowed. "Well, he begins slobbering... drooling over me..." Linerd raises an eyebrow at this. He saw that Mr. Zerwell stalled in his tracks.
"He drools... on you?" The deer looked back at him then, something in his look studied the therapist, searching for something, trust maybe. Was he blushing? Linerd questioned in his mind.
"Y..yes, the drool does get on me... but he makes these hungry sounds. It sounds like I'm about to be eaten..." The deer wiggled in his seat, like that pillow and leather he reclined in wasn't comfortable enough. Without eye contact, gaze cast down, the client turned his head and spoke reluctantly. "But... but I get the feeling that's not the case here."
Linerd's ears twitched as his mind processed the new information. The suggestion made him think of something, something not honored amongst client-patient procedure. The very apparent nervousness of his patient, the uncomfortable seat and disconnected gaze, led him to believe this dream may have been sexual. Talking of sexual situations wasn't unethical but the ideas that this brought to Linerd's mind, ideas that appealed to his more feral nature.
"Please," Linerd said composed. "Continue." Mr. Zerwell made a nod, retreated to look forward, and gulped again.
"He doesn't want to... uhh eat me.. uhm..." He didn't seem to have anywhere to go with his description, but the wolf decided to help out.
"Did you feel anything after that? Something pressing behind you? A stiff claw or something that could tear into you?" The deer shook his head.
"No, no, well... not claws... he had his knee in my back." The deer took too long in his descriptions. Linerd leaned forward, intently listening with both feet on the ground. "My neck felt bound... like he was some kind of puppet master, pulling a string to lift my head up."
"The string. Do you think it could be some sort of leash and collar," Linerd interjected. The wolf watched his client, who looked back trying to determine if that was a serious inquiry.
"I... I guess. I mean... that fits, I suppose." As Mr. Zerwell pondered over it, the more it seemed right to him. He still looked uncomfortable, but he didn't appear to have any real desire to stop. "He starts licking me, all over..." The deer goes quiet, blushing furiously.
Linerd caught the look, the specific look that brings more of those appealing ideas he turns away from, but he encourages the ideas through the sly and advocating questions.
"Does he give you a tongue bath? Where are your clothes in this, anyway?" The deer turned around, giving a shocked look to the therapist. "Sir," Linerd quickly defended. His eyes steadily checked his client. "This is a professional question. You can answer or not, but you came to me for help. You came to me because you trust me, isn't that right?" Mr. Zerwell slowly returned to his seat, not sure if he fully approved either way.
"I... I suppose... my clothes were torn off. I don't know how he gets them torn off me without me knowing it. He does... bathe me... with his tongue. Everywhere even."
"What is your reaction to this?" Linerd shifts. Ideas, running like insane pleasure trains through his mind.
"Well, I'm absolutely terrified... I think he is about to eat me, surely!"
"But you know better," Linerd countered.
"Yes, that's not his intentions. Somehow I know that, which doesn't make any sense."
"It's a dream, it doesn't have to make sense. What do you think his intentions are at this point?" The therapist knew he caught his client in a corner. So far, the deer had been compelled to answer the questions, and he would give this away, no matter how he answered the question.
"Don't make me answer that..." Mr. Zerwell's voice quieted. His cheeks went rose red and his eyes snapped shut.
"Can I speculate that it leads to a... bedroom-nature?" The wolf had to adjust himself again, the ideas becoming stronger, the temptation growing strong. His client's eyes peaked open a little, but the red heat stayed.
"Yes," Mr. Zerwell whimpered with resistance. Linerd kept his voice very low for the next question.
"How do you truly feel at this point?" The wolf knowingly didn't limit the question to his client's dream.
"That is... even more shameful."
"It feels good." It was no question but an accusation. "And the shame... it makes it better?" Linerd had to fully adjust his pants when Zerwell wasn't looking. The wolf had to push down the hard length growing along the pants leg. His erection almost full of those ideas like his brain was at that point. The clothing's touch called to make him rub. He gulped and pressed on with his patient while covering himself with his clipboard, unconsciously raking it along the girth underneath.
"Yes... the shame is... better." Mr. Zerwell turned to address the therapist. "This is all privileged information, right?" The wolf looked down at him sternly and gave a very reassuring nod, but he wasn't so sure how obvious his arousal was.
"Let's keep going..." Mr. Zerwell nodded reluctantly and moved to sit back in the chair, facing forward. "I'm going to cut to the chase here, Mr. Zerwell. I don't believe you have came here to asses the dreams, but to deal with these feelings... the not so "appropriate" ones you are having. You are feeling flustered now, are you not?"
"I don't feel I should have to answer that." Zerwell, unprepared with the forwardness of Linerd's question fumbled with his answer, making it obvious that a "no" was far from the truth.
In one, violent and deadly quick movement, Linerd stood with clipboard falling away and grabbed Mr. Zerwell by the arm and shoulder, flipping him over. The deer made a short, surprised scream before the wolf pressed his muzzle straight into the pillow as his body laid flatly along the leather long seat.
Linerd had a strong knee anchoring down into his client's back while the other leg planted down on the floor beside the seat. He undid his tie with one paw, then began unbuttoning the white collar shirt.
"You see... I am your therapist, Mr. Zerwell." MMMRPH-HMPhh-Mm! were the only responses. "I know my clients well, and what I know right now... is that I can do this, and you will like it." He stated so matter of factly as the buttons came undone. The deer just roared protest into the suffocating pillow. "You can resist and protest like in your dreams, but you were only scared of the unknown. Scared that these kind of feelings would get you hurt or worse. You simply need someone, Mr. Zerwell. Someone you can trust with these risky fantasies." The shirt came off and crumpled to the floor next to the tie, and the wolf's bare chest leaned down to sandwich the deer into the chair. A warning growl rumbled, vibrating against Mr. Zerwell.
A sneaky wolf paw slipped around, between the tight body and couch's cushion, to find the deer hard as a rock inside his pants. "This is all the truth I need for myself." His paw teased the isolated length before pulling away and undressing his patient.
Linerd kept the deer's head pressed into the pillow with one simple paw, making sure his client stayed quiet while he pulled the pants down and the shirt up all the way. The belt came away easily and the trousers came away to expose the tan fur with a white heart-shaped patch near the interior of the butt while the back was a long flat landscape of short tan fur.
The whole time, Mr. Zerwell's breath came out rapidly. The fear and anxiety, the disbelief of what was happening made his head spin. His own therapist planned to rape him, and he knew there was nothing he could do about it, except let it happen. His own cock throbbed, betraying his feelings by loving every minute of this fearful and sexy ordeal.
Mr. Zerwell finally heard the distinguishing sound of a belt being loosened. He knew what came next, his mind refusing it all the more.
Linerd gripped his own shaft with the other paw. He only gave a single thought on whether he might be too big for the heart-shaped target, or if his client had ever done this sort of thing before. Then his large tongue decisively lapped at the palm, wetting the pads, and then smothered the excessive drool over his throbbing wolfhood, giving the premature knot an extra swig.
The wolf relished the way his prey flinched when he pressed the tip at the edges of the deer's rear hole. He observed the little tail flapping helplessly. He grabbed it and pulled, bringing the helplessly unguarded rear around his massive cock. The muted cries floated to his ears, bringing a smile to his muzzle. Secretly, he supposed that he himself had a subconscious desire to fuck his own client in such a forceful way. In anyway, his canine shaft showed its unabated approval by leaking its excitement in the tight tunnel.
Linerd's breath came deeply as his hips reversed, dragging the girth of his cock back before thrusting in steadily and determined to take more pleasure from the small passage. The resistance and friction around his sensitive flesh made his tongue hang and his claws dig into the victim/patient's head fur. It wasn't long before he built up a steady rhythm behind the deer, his hips connecting firmly with the soft tush below.
The muffled cries all but subsided completely after a while. The excited lubrication rubbed thoroughly through the tail hole. The shaft glided with near-ease, making the pain less substantial. The pleasure could finally have a chance to set on the deer's mind, but the wolf didn't pay any mind to this. He knew that all the pleasure was for him. That this deer got off being prey, sexual food for his dick's appetite.
Linerd's ears perked when he heard the undeniable sound of moans that weren't his own, mixed with the uncomfortable grunts and pressured breaths inside the pillow. His grip on the deer's tail tightened, and he soon felt that tunnel wrap his shaft up in a loving embrace. Tight and wanting were the responses of his client. Hard throbbing wolfhood, an enlarged knot, and an edging to climax were his responses.
The end came upon closer, sooner than he would have expected. The wolf started to realize how much of a turn on this was to him. He panted more and humped his way into the depths of the deer faster and harder. He couldn't help to grin when his prey began to make traitorous thrust into his leather couch. Zerwell definitely had been moaning, and now he desperately drove the bare erection, which had smothered itself in all his excited drippings, along the soft wet hills of leather material.
"That's right, buck into my couch. If you ruin it... *uh!-mmm-huff*... You can buy me another one." Linerd teased his prey with the arrogant slander. "I'm willing to work out a payment plan just for you." The wolf would chuckle if his breath hadn't preoccupied itself with work of pistoning in and out, bashing his hips up against the heart-shaped ass. His knot rammed at the entrance every time, building up lube at its edge and demanding to pass through. He knew it would get its prize.
Linerd's breath grew anxious, grunting out as his cock throbbed its warning of approaching climax. "OOhh!-Shit!" His teeth bite down like his hips shove frantically up against his client's rear. There was no denying what was coming, the way his paws gripped painfully hard and his knot earning its keep more and more, close to tyeing.
Linerd suddenly lunged and snapped his jaws around Zerwell's shoulder, trapping his prey in the vice of his fangs with a warm metallic taste following. His roar came hard into the deer's furry shoulder, similar to the cries that were made in the pillow earlier. He let the seed fill up the loosened passage, spilling around and lubing the knot enough to gain entrance through one well-forced hump. That heart-shaped ass could only quiver and thrust back onto the knot that had slipped past. It certainly gained its place inside Mr. Zerwell, and it couldn't be bucked off no matter how the soft bottom tried. The movement, so violent, painful, and good, slid the deer's hard shaft between the couch and himself, bringing his own cock to its peak.
The wolf watched with satisfied interest at how his client/prey chomped down on the pillow and whined with a desperate and pained sound. Those eyes clenched closed as the wave took Zerwell for a most amazing and powerful ride. There was no doubt that the couch played catcher for the deer's milky passion.
Linerd's fangs released the wounded shoulder, slowly with care. He even rose up from the tired brittle body slowly with a calm reverence that proved alien in comparison to before. His gentle paws pulled Mr. Zerwell up, also slow and caring. One arm cradled the deer's chest while the other dipped two fingers in the messy, white stomach fur. Those fingers gently came up to Zerwell's lips, and Linerd rumbled the next words with no room for hesitation or disobedience.
"Suck."
Mr. Zerwell looked at the fingers covered in the dribble of his own seed with glassy, tired eyes. He cried a little in the beginning... but he couldn't deny that the tears stopped. Nor, could he deny that these fingers held his own passion, a testament to his own enjoyment of the act. It wasn't just enjoyment. It was fucking... not like sex or making love, although those held an underlying presence he didn't yet want to admit... The only way for it to be described was fucking. And he wanted to do it, again. It just had been so damn embarrassing to like it so much, but the proof... no denying it.
With a deep blush that burned his cheeks, the prey closed his eyes and took those fingers into his mouth, slurping the salty substance. Before he knew what he was doing, his tongue began to wrap and play with the fingers in high spirits. He pulled those fingers down with the force of his mouth, and then those fingers left, pulled away by the wolf in charge.
"Take it easy, Mr Zerwell..." The deer felt those finger brush along his sticky stomach again, causing a long shiver to run up his back. The wolf gave a brief chuckle to his quivering. "There's plenty where that came from..." Those fingers returned, and he had second helping, determined to not let go until he had every bit of his taste from them.
Mr. Zerwell firmly believed there would be more where this came from.