FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

It was the most humiliating experience of Gard's life. Being carried back to his tribe tied up to a pole like a hunted animal. The big wolf struggled so much that he succeeded in making the carrying harder for the three wolves taking him, but in the end, it was to no avail. By the time they reached the tribe, Gard was panting through his gag, his powerful muscles burning with exhaustion from his attempts on freedom. Worst of all, his body still felt unnaturally hot because of that thing that Ezhno, the damned red wolf that walked by his side, had given him earlier. His groin felt the worst of it. Even in this terrible situation, Gard was feeling slightly aroused, which was terribly shameful. The wolf made a point to keep his bound legs as close as he could to avoid anyone else noticing it.

"MMGH! Mmmfggh!!" Gard started his heavier complaining again the moment they crossed the line into the clearing of his tribe. He couldn't be seen like that by his own subordinates! Despite his exhaustion, the alpha wolf tried struggling one more time. The surprised glances from the wolves casually working around when they saw him tied like an animal motivated him to struggle harder. Anger and fury were still very existent in the alpha's eyes. He would kill Ezhno for this, he was sure of it now. The moment he got rid of his bindings, he would kill the small wolf right away.

The wolf hunters took him to the center of the village, where the totem used to time their competition also stood. The shadow was somewhat close to the limit by then, though there was still quite some time left, they took the bound alpha to the tall poles where the branch he was tied in could be placed, leaving him hanging in a sort of hogtie as if he was indeed a hunted animal prize.

Gard struggled, growled and roared! He saw more and more wolves from the tribes coming to the center to stare at him bound like that. Warriors, workers, hunters, all of them were gathering to see the hunted alpha. Some of them with shock on their faces, others with smirks and sneers. Comments rose between them all, but Gard was sure at least some of his wolves would step up to help him. His two traitorous hunters and Ezhno stood right in front of him and, much to the alpha's surprise, nobody was stepping up to help him, at least not yet. The wolf struggled in unbound fury to signal his distress, but yet still nobody stepped forward.

"Fellow wolves!" Ezhno, his competitor, called forth, raising his hands and taking everyone's attention. "I present to you, my hunt!" Both shock and amusement went through the crowd once more with the small wolf giving them some time to really let it sink in before he continued. "Leadership should not be achieved through strength. In these trying times, it's not the strength of arm that prevails, but the wit of mind. By outwitting the alpha, I'm proving myself as a rightful leader! I intend on ending this one's reign of fear to bring you all prosperity and equality!"

Gard could barely believe what he was hearing. The little brat thought he had won? The alpha's fists clenched so hard he felt his own claws hurting himself, his growling was loud and ferocious, even through his gag. What Gard did not expect, however, was to hear cheering coming from the crowd. Sure, he was a tough alpha, but only because alphas were meant to be feared and respected. Dominance was important. That's why being in the position he was was so bad. It was destroying his dominance by making him look weak, so it was no wonder that the tribe felt brave enough to cheer against him. He would punish them, though. He would punish them all!

"I'd like two more strong volunteers to move on with the show, please," Ezhno continued even through the cheers. Two wolf warriors stepped forward with powerful chests and arms. One of them was the wolf who Gard had beaten in challenges for his alpha status at least half a dozen times. The other was some young, barely initiated amateur. The former had a distinct smirk of mockery plastered over his muzzle that made Gard want to punch him right there and then.

From that point onwards, Gard could do nothing but watch as Ezhno carefully instructed each one of the four wolves, HIS four wolves, to do his bidding. Together they untied the alpha from the pole, lowering him down to the floor, which had him struggling wildly to get free with ferocious rage, and then start using more rope to tie him up again. As strong as Gard was, he managed to do some damage, but he wasn't a match for five other wolves. The rest of the tribe just kept watching, sometimes laughing, sometimes whispering, as the enraged wolf struggled to no avail.

Ezhno did most of the rope work with the help of the others. It was coiled around his chest, around his stomach several times, around his waist and legs. His arms were pulled behind his back with Ezhno looping ropes against his arms in several places to make sure his powerful muscles would be completely useless in ways Gard didn't even know were possible. All of that was done on the floor and, by the end of it, Gard could do nothing but wriggle helplessly, his growling muffled by the damn gag stuck in his muzzle. And still, it got worse.

As what could only be an act of mockery, the last coils of rope were around his cock and between his legs, adding to the small band that already kept the cloth tight around his member and, in turn, making it even tighter. Between his rage, Gard hadn't noticed, but now with the roped pressing around the base of his length and his loincloth being uncomfortably pressed against it, the alpha wolf noticed that his member was, in fact, hard. It was definitely an effect of that thing Ezhno had given him to drink a while back, as the small wolf had hinted, but it filled the alpha with shame. He would never be sexually aroused in a situation like this! The cloth pressed against his length rather uncomfortably, but lucky for him, he was tied down on the floor, on his stomach. Though his cock was tightly pressed against the floor, at least it wasn't visible.

His small relief, however, was very short-lived. He'd missed the wolves coiling the rope around a small hook they had higher up, usually to hang meat that was going to be roasted in the bonfire later. Several pieces of rope that were coming from the many points his limbs were tied were pulled up past the hook in a very complicated pattern, and then the strong wolf warrior helping them pulled.

Gard was hoisted up in the air again, though this time from his stomach rather than hanging from his limbs in the intricate hogtie position he was stuck on. The wolf struggled as he was pulled up. Up where everyone could see him, but all that managed was to make him swing back and forth. Because the bindings on his legs were tighter, he ended up inclined in a way that left his legs in a higher spot and his head lower, making him feel even more powerless, but the worst part was that his arousal, even still hidden by his loincloth, was now painfully obvious to anyone, especially with the ropes outlining it. Even through his rage, Gard's ears lowered themselves a little, for he could hear whispers and comments about it coming from the crowd.

The warrior and hunters set to tying the ropes firmly to the hook, ending up with the alpha wolf suspended amidst the tribe. Gard had to stop his struggle for a little bit, for he was exhausted of it, and then Ezhno was there, right in front of him. Looking at him. Smirking at him. Gard bit down on his gag-filled with rage, glaring at the small wolf who was right on level with his lowered head and growled as high as he could. The wolf dared bring his paw up to caress the bound alpha's head as if he was some sort of dog. The big wolf was caught in a mix of rage and embarrassment. He struggled once more, his powerful muscles tired and sore from doing it, but he wanted to get out. He wanted to get out and show the little wolf who the boss was in front of everyone to regain his alpha status, but that wasn't going to happen through struggling alone. Ezhno gave him a small pat on his cheek and turned around to address the small crowd once more.

"My fellow wolves," he started, raising his hands. From behind him, Gard could see his tail wagging. The bastard. "There's not much time left in the competition. It seems my opponent hasn't managed to catch anything as of yet, which puts me in the lead for the alpha's challenge." Ezhno pointed towards the totem as he spoke, the shadow very close to reaching the mark Gard himself had made on the ground. A few cheers, laughs and comments came from the crowd, but the alpha himself was stunned.

"WHMFT?! Uhmggfff mmghff!!" The big wolf showed a bit of an uneasy struggle against his binds. How could he think that the challenge was still on? He was bound there! Of course he couldn't hunt anything! It wasn't fair! And yet nobody was contesting it. Gard growled as hard as he could in frustration, cursing those damned ropes. The smaller wolf, on the other hand, completely ignored his protests.

"It seems, however, that the big alpha takes some enjoyment out of losing," Ezhno continued loud and clear. The wolf approached the bound alpha and with a single claw, he poked his exposed arousal, straining that loincloth to its limits. Gard definitely didn't expect that and, most of all, he didn't expect the simple touch to feel so intense in his hard cock. The drink must have increased his sensitivity because when that claw pressed against his length, he couldn't hold back a small groan. At the same time, without him meaning to, his cock throbbed. A small, dark stain appeared underneath his loincloth in response to the precum he let out.

Gard recovered quickly. He had to because his actions and Ezhno's highlighting of his state brought a lot more gasps, giggles and whispers. The alpha wanted to yell it was a trick, that he was most definitely not horny of all things in a situation like that, but he couldn't do any of that. He could just struggle weakly, growl, protest and ultimately hold back any further groans since Ezhno kept poking his very sensitive arousal. The light touches were enough to make him squirm, to bring forth the lust inside him and make him reflexively want to hump the air. He would never do such a thing in front of everyone, of course, but he couldn't help himself. The stain over his loincloth got bigger and bigger for everyone to see and there was nothing he could do about it.

The small 'show' went on for quite a little while. For Gard, it felt like much longer than it really was. The mix of rage and humiliation he was feeling could not be described. Finally, Ezhno stopped and walked away, but his relief was short-lived. All the wolf went out to do was inspect the totem's shadow, which had now reached the marked point.

"This is it. The alpha has been officially overpowered and outwitted!" Much to Gard's repulse, cheers actually followed the little bastard's announcement. Once again, Gard gathered up his strength to fight the ropes keeping him there. He had no chance of getting out, he knew, but he had to fight for his position, for his tribe. He would never admit he had been outsmarted. He could already see the loss of respect for him clearly, though. The wolves were talking cheerfully to one another, openly making remarks about him he would never allow if he were free. About his defeat, about his state, about his 'pervertedness'. Gard's muffled growl wasn't too loud, but there was no other way he could channel his anger. He would punish all of them for that! All of them! Ezhno raised his paws to get the small crowd's attention again.

"My fellow tribesman! Tonight, we celebrate this victory with a feast for all to enjoy!" More cheers followed the new announcement, helping towards making even those few that still seemed to side with Gard to be swayed. The bound wolf just kept growling, staring at the small wolf's back with a killing glare. "First, however, I think we owe our old alpha here some of the satisfaction he's been craving first."

The wolf's words intrigued both the crowd and the bound alpha alike. Gard hoped it would involve taking him out of these ropes. Oh, the moment he was loose, he would earn all of his respect back. It had been greatly damaged, but it could still be salvaged, he was sure of it. He would strike fear right back at the hearts of every single wolf standing there, the alpha told himself as Ezhno approached him. There was no untying of ropes, however. Instead, what the smaller wolf did was touch him.

Through his anger and rage, Gard had failed to notice just how much his erection was straining his loincloth. He felt his cock fully hard, knot and everything, throbbing against his tight underwear as if there were ten females in heat around him. It was Ezhno's simple touch with his clawed finger right against his member that brought his attention to it, and, much to Gard's embarrassment, caused him to let out a sort of muffled moan in response to the surge of pleasure that simple touch alone brought him unexpectedly. The big, muscular alpha felt his face hot with embarrassment, looking at all the stares thinking he was enjoying any of this! That damned potion the wolf had given him, whatever it was, must have been stronger than he thought.

Unfortunately for Gard, another touch came, and another and another. They were simple pokes of Ezhno's finger right against his member, but it felt just so sensitive that just the rustle of his tight loincloth was enough to make him squirm, even in a situation like that. The big wolf shifted in his bounds, biting down against his gag to hold back from moaning again, but he could not hide the dark stain of wetness appearing in front of his loincloth, showing everyone how precum was leaking from his member.

"Everyone has hidden desires," Ezhno explained while he kept touching the big wolf's cock, sometimes just poking it, sometimes trailing his claw through the outline of that big erection, teasing Gard through the fabric of his underwear and making him pant with sheer arousal and need. "Some are well hidden, but they always end up coming up," the small wolf continued, and for Gard the simple touches felt as if someone was stroking his cock for all the pleasure he kept feeling. His sensitivity was so much higher.

"Some people are just more fit to be slaves," the wolf went on. Gard's ears, lowered for his humiliating position, perked up at that. He shook his head and let himself growl as loud as he could, but then Ezhno shifted from just a touch to actually grabbing his cock through his loincloth. The feeling of a paw gripping his member, sensitive as it was, brought such a surge of pleasure to the wolf that he almost howled out his climax right there and then, letting out a loud moan. The grip lasted a few seconds and that was enough to get the big wolf so aroused that he was close to humping against that paw just to sate his sexual needs, but as Ezhno let go, shame came instead. Burning hot in his muzzle, Gard was still panting, but he looked around to see all of his tribe watching, snickering, whispering at his reactions.

"MFHGGMM!! MMFGH POMMGHTN!" Gard wanted to shout. Wanted to shout of treachery and deceit. It was that potion, not him! He would never, ever enjoy this situation like this, but the potion made him feel so incredibly aroused that just shifting, just the grinding of the light and now wet fabric of his loincloth against his cock made him shiver with delight. He couldn't tell them, though. The damned gag kept him from saying absolutely anything, which had Gard growling again. His whole body felt so damn hot. He saw Ezhno stepping away from here and he dared hope it was over, but the small wolf instead just went on to grab the alpha's own hatchet he had brought along earlier. He raised it up for all to see.

"Some people are better off serving than leading," the small wolf started again, making a show out of it. He walked around Gard slowly, who tried to keep looking at him by glancing behind his shoulder, but the small wolf went directly behind him, near his footpaws. Gard felt a finger touch the back of his balls and quickly found that that was enough to make him wince and gasp in pleasure, too. His cock leaked so much precum that it was starting to go through the fabric of his loincloth. The big, bound wolf felt his tail getting grabbed and lifted up. His eyes went wide for how violating that felt and he growled, but another tease over his balls made his limbs go weak from the pleasure alone.

"It might not be obvious at first, but some people would clearly rather be on the bottom than on the top," Ezhno announced, raising his voice. It all happened too fast from there. On the first small seconds, Gard pondered over the meaning of that, but then he felt the back of his loincloth being pulled to the side, exposing his rear. It enraged the wolf, no matter how aroused that potion made him feel, so he moved to struggle, but then, without any ceremony or hesitation, he felt something getting shoved right up his tailhole.

Gard had never felt anything like that before. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small either and it took the wolf a few moments to recognize the smooth wood handle of his own hatchet going up his ass. He felt a thousand hidden spots he did not know he had touched in there, all of them boosted by increased sensitivity, and the surge of pleasure that rose through his body alone made him howl through his gag. This time he howled indeed, closing his eyes shut just to cope with all of it. His cock throbbed, pulsed in its tight fabric prison, but as the hatchet kept being pushed deeper into him, he felt himself rising and going well past the point of no return.

"Ghn..ungh... GRHHARRRGMMMFGH!" The big, muscular wolf would shout if he could. His bound paws curled into fists, his whole body felt light and pleasure overwhelmed it as he cummed. Thick jets of wolf seed came to coat the inside of his underwear, the cum going through the fabric and dripping down for all to see. The sounds of words, gasps, laughing, everything around him felt distant to Gard as he was overwhelmed by pleasure. His tailhole clenched against the hardwood, feeling sore. There was a little bit of pain left from the rough penetration, but overall, the alpha was experiencing the biggest orgasm of his life. Enhanced by Ezhno's herbal concoction.

It lasted for almost a full minute from the point he was squirming in pleasure to the point where the last spurts of cum came to his loincloth, which now felt sticky against his member in the afterglow of his climax. Gard was panting, struggling to catch his breath through his gag after the mind shattering orgasm that the potion had brought him, but it was then that he started realizing just what he had done. The hatchet was still buried inside his tailhole, he could feel it, deep into it and stuck there. His cock was still half-hard, pulsing every now and then against his stained loincloth. Ezhno was standing right by his side, near his head. The small wolf had his arms crossed and a distinct smile of victory plastered through his muzzle. It made Gard feel angry, of course, but the anger did not overpower the deep embarrassment he was feeling.

The big alpha, for the first time, felt unable to pull his ears up. To hold his tail from curling itself between his legs. His muzzle burned with a deep, deep embarrassment and he couldn't even bear to look at all the bystanders who had just watched him cum to having his own hatchet shoved into him. For the first time, though he still held a light growl in the back of his throat, the big ex-alpha let out a small whimper of defeat.

Ezhno, however, apparently wasn't quite done because he took a step forward, raising his hands to get the crowd's attention. Some held shocked expressions, some held amused ones, but overall everyone was silent, whispering to each other about how the big strong alpha had taken it up his tailhole and liked it. Gard growled at the thought of it, but he couldn't help but feel his face burning still. How would he ever recover from such humiliation? Maybe if he bound Ezhno up, forced him to admit to using that potion...

"As you can see, the alpha wasn't meant to be! He'll fill his proper role in the bottom of the command chain and, well, obviously enjoy it," the wolf started again. The small 'joke' brought some chuckles from the crowd but made Gard jerk on his bondage to growl at him. "Let us not let ourselves get affected by the sudden turn of events, however! We have a new alpha today and I say this is a time for celebration! We will gather food and make a feast!"

That brought some cheers from the crowd. The whispers about the alpha's humiliation started turning to whispers of excitement. Gard growled more, mostly in frustration.

"Lmhhg mmu ooufffhm!" The big wolf complained, even if his ears were still down. He could still feel cum dripping from his drenched loincloth after all, as well as his member half hard and oversensitive. That brought Ezhno's eyes to him, at least, but the look the wolf gave him was not a good one. It couldn't be. Slowly, the small wolf brought up a small leather pouch. Gard hadn't seen where he had got it, but the way Ezhno grinned while showing it up made him nervous. The alpha stared right back at him, determined not to show any fear.

"Since our dear former alpha has provided us so much entertainment so far, I think he still has it in him to show us some more! Lighten up the feast's mood a little!"

Gard didn't like where this was going. The hatchet was still buried inside his tailhole, much to his shame, but Ezhno didn't intend on letting him go? Getting tied up like that was already starting to make his limbs feel sore! In response to that, Gard struggled and wriggled, growling as best as he could.

Ezhno had everyone's attention again. He opened the pouch he was holding and with his claws, he pulled a yellowed powder from it. Gard's eyes went wide at once. It was shame powder! A powder they extracted from a distinct plant, pretty easy to get. His tribe called it 'shame powder' because pups usually gathered and threw it on each other as a sort of prank. It had that name because the powder caused an unbelievable itch, especially when it got stuck on fur, that usually had the victim pretty much dancing to scratch himself for a while.

The small wolf, however, looked at Gard again. The alpha shook his head. He growled hard in a feeble attempt to intimidate the smaller wolf but bound as he was, after what he'd been through, it was no use. Ezhno approached him, but much to his surprise, the wolf went past him. Gard immediately tried to look back over his shoulder as best as he could. Was he going to spread powder on his back?

The alpha was wrong. What Ezhno did was reach for the side of his loincloth, right by his balls, and open it. He opened it so that he could dump the whole content of that pouch into it. Gard's eyes went wide and he struggled immediately. He managed to get Ezhno to spill out the remaining of the powder, but it was too late. The big, bound wolf felt most of it inside his loincloth and, as he jerked back and forth in an attempt to get it out, it started spreading. Most of it sat by his balls, but some went up, all of it glueing itself to the sticky mess of cum already inside his loincloth.

Gard growled in rage. It took quite a few seconds, but then he started feeling the powder acting up. That unbearable itch started attacking his balls where most of the powder was and then it went up to his oversensitive cock as well. Gard's muscles tensed up, reflexively pulling on the ropes keeping his paws together so that he could reach down and scratch it, but it was no use. The itch was so strong! The wolf shook back and forth, struggling and struggling to reach it and scratch it, but he also noticed how the act had successfully brought laughter to the crowd. Most of them were at least chuckling from the powerful, bound wolf squirming back and forth to scratch his itching balls. Even Ezhno was laughing at him!

The small wolf let Gard squirm for a while before he moved away to talk to hunters nearby about hunting for the feast. The former alpha just stared at him, eyes wet from both his rage and from the itch. He felt truly defeated by the clever little brat and he hated it.