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"Fennnnnnnnnnrirrrrrrrrr!"

That voice. That damn shrill squeal called his name. A mighty name that often invoked terror sounded tainted and worthless coming out of the mouth of such a puny bitch as him.

"My scary pup. You must have missed me sooooooooooooo badly!"

This prick was sent by Odin, Fenrir was sure of that. For of every being both god and man, only the allfather could be creative enough to design such a torture for a proud and healthy male like him. The god-wolf struggled against his binds in a further futile attempt to escape and enact his revenge against the cowardly pantheon. The golden chains wrapped firmly around the anthropomorphic wolf; his fists clenched tightly and both sets of knuckles upon both paws pressed almost painfully together, held at his back. The stone ground always pushed into his muscular knees and the golden chains made sure it stayed that way; sticking out of the earth they looped around his legs and seemed to want to pull him through it.

But the worst part of it all was not his eternally stiff neck or sore knees, not his own fiery orange claws that dug into his palms and stayed there... the worst part was his penis.

Everyday the aforementioned shrill bitch would show up, tease him, jerk him, and apply this damned lotion that seemed to be magic for it never let his member sleep. He was trapped in a state of hornyness and his member stayed fully hard, his knot nearly swollen. The thirteen inch thing's tip glowed orange and red, veins the same color covered the length of the great penis that was otherwise a solid black.

He slowly stepped into view, the scrawny bastard made sure that the bowl of lotion was fully visible as he purposely took baby-steps towards Fenrir.

"I see you are happy as always to see me!"

Fenrir attempted to hurl a series of curses at the bloke, the chain wrapped around his maw prevented him so he settled with a growl.

Short and thin with a smile much bigger than the fuck had any right to own. What made it all the worse was he was a warg! A beast of similar kin to his own and yet he refuses his very nature. He walks upright in full and Fenrir has never seen him on all fours despite the obvious inclination his kind had towards it. He wore ragged and torn white clothes and black boots that obviously didn't fit him very well due to the fact his sharp toe-claws were clearly poking out of them.

"So, interesting things are happening my friend!"

He chirped as he casually kneed before the wolf god, ignoring Fenrir's endless growls and huffs as he dipped his index and middle finger into the bowl, gathering a decent size of the lotion in a blob upon them.

"The gods of Greece and Egypt seem to be readying for war. Something about Anubis having a bastard son that the greeks want in their pantheon... didn't hear much about it."

Why did his tormentor always talk to him this way? He often mixed his disgusting teasing both physical and mental and along with gossip about the gods and politics that Fenrir could never even dream of giving a dog's testical about! Did he not have any friends or women to bore with prattle about the world?

He touched his tip... He touched his tip! The prick was gentle in slowly toying with the mighty tip of Fenrir's, making the wolf badly stifle a moan as his penis's top was squeezed and rubbed, the lotion absolutely coating it and somewhat mixing with his orange pre-cum. At least Fenrir could get a little satisfaction as the bastard recoiled slightly at feeling his pre, the warg recoiling slightly as his fingers were burned somewhat at touching it.

"Ouch, you are a hot boy, aren't you?" He smiled as he once again dipped his fingers in the bowl; this time globbing it all over his paw, he wasted little time and taking firm grasp of the member before him.

With a pawful of lotion he started to jerk the mighty cock before him. That feeling... that damned feeling that Fenrir had come to know for so long returned. Well... returned might not be the right word as it never left him. The need to cum became unbearable when the warg did his dark work. Always being on the verge of an orgasim but never able to do it; Fenrir was scared. Scared that he would break and find himself begging like a mortal to this... mortal....

Fenrir thrashed around as much as he could, muffled cries and curses spouted from his maw endlessly but despite all his efforts, as usual, it did nothing to stop the hel of his endless arousal. An hour. Fenrir was jerked without a break for an hour; his cock was pained deeply and he had lost the energy to do little more than growl quietly.

"That was a fun time!" He chirped, collecting everything and turning to leave.

"See you tomorrow, Fenrir."