Marking his Roommate
"Sam wanted to pee on his roommate. He wanted to soak the wolf head to toe in his piss, and thoroughly mark him in his scent and warmth to show the world that he was his, and that he belonged only to him. Which felt strange to him because before he'd only ever wanted to mark interesting trees and bushes..."
Drunk one night, Sam decides to go through with it. Though it's a short-lived relief, as the consequences are worse than he ever could have imagined when his roommate decides he would rather be the one in control.
Marking his Roommate, by AnotherAperson
Sam wanted to pee on his roommate. He wanted to soak the wolf head to toe in his piss, and thoroughly mark him in his scent and warmth to show the world that he was his, and that he belonged only to him. Which felt strange to him because before he'd only ever wanted to mark interesting trees and bushes. His home's garden was drowning in his Labrador-family's scent. Every plant and stone and plank of fence was all theirs, and he'd never thought anything of it. But now that he was at university, he wanted to pee on his roommate.
The desire started during his second week, when he first spoke to the wolf and introduced himself. The wolf told Sam his name was Aoto, and he smiled softly. The window's sunlight streaked across his body and bed, lighting his dark-grey fur and showing the gentle curves of his muscled body. Aoto had laughed while Sam was distracted, and said, "You're cute."
Since then, they'd been best friends and almost entirely inseparable. Despite their different courses, they spent all day together, either in their shared dorm-spaces, or out in the city, or even over text messages. And always the wolf would laugh and smile and say, "you're cute," to the blushing dog. And always got away with it due to his size over the Labrador. He was bigger in every way, and stood at least a foot taller than Sam, and practically belonged at the gym whenever he wasn't with him. Every afternoon, he'd come home reeking sourly of sweat and fur, and would flop onto his bed to browse his phone while the dog wrinkled his snout back at him. Then as the smell thickened in the air, rolling over onto his belly to hide the growing tent between his legs.
And now he wanted to pee on him. He wanted to cover that scent, cover that identity, and make Aoto truly his. At night, he'd think about it. He'd think about it in lectures and in shops, but mostly as he went to the toilet and watched his urine flush away and out of sight. Thinking about that light smile and the light whisper as he was called cute over and over. And it was driving him crazy...
...
Sam stumbled home from the party grasping a stolen vodka bottle in one hand. It was late. He stunk after hours of dancing and laughter, and the fucking door to their accommodation wouldn't open. But even as it did finally flash green, he was sober enough to keep quiet. He bumbled inside and went to the kitchen to put the bottle in the fridge. He then nosed his way back to their room, and slowly eased open the door. Moving as silently as he could, he threw off his clothes and tossed them into a corner, revealing his thin and pudgy body. It wasn't a lot, but Sam had never cared. Not until he met Aoto at least, who put everyone else's less-than-perfect physique to shame.
Sam cursed himself for thinking about the wolf sleeping across from him, and flopped into bed, his tail lazily swinging behind him. Usually, he would masturbate quietly then pass out, but he couldn't bear to move after the long night he'd just been through. He had no idea what time it was. He could barely think through the slow, dark wall of his thoughts and his blackened room surrounding him. All he wanted was sleep. But he couldn't. Not when all he could think about was his stinky roommate just opposite to him.
He lay still for hours, his dick drunkenly rising and falling with each of his passing, horny thoughts. All he could think about was Aoto. All he had to do was turn his head, and he'd be there next to him, toned and sexy. And the hours wore him down. The thoughts became impossible to resist, and he slowly rose out of bed and prowled over to the wolf.
Aoto lay splayed statically on top of his bedsheets: all his limbs stretched in each direction, his hands hanging limply off the sides. Sam could understand why when the wolf had so much fur; it felt too warm in here with the windows closed and curtains drawn, but at the very least it meant he could behold Aoto spread out in front of him. He slept in only his tight briefs on his back, revealing his thick, muscular torso: his abdominal and pectoral muscles clearly defined and rising and falling gently with each of his slow breaths. He lay with his head back and his arms draped above him, revealing the bushy, moist crevices of his armpits, and his wide and rounded biceps that easily doubled in width compared to Sam's own.
The Labrador glanced over them and focused back down on his tight briefs. They looked a size too small for the wolf's melon-sized thighs. They stretched almost to the point of tearing, revealing his hefty sheath and weighted balls pressing against the musky fabric.
Aoto snored gently through his nose, creating a light breeze in his neck fluff that lay sprung up, surrounding his head. Hairs lay everywhere, and everything reeked, but that didn't put Sam off; it only excited him further, causing his dick to lightly twitch from within its sheath. He smiled to himself and eased his hands against his smaller length, causing the tip to gently poke out of him.
Despite the effect Aoto was having on him, he did his best to relax his dick before walking over towards the bed. His shadow blocked the light from the nightlight outside, casting Aoto in blackness, but he didn't stir, so Sam moved closer, putting his legs on the bed, and directed the wet tip of his cock down towards the wolf.
He knew exactly what he wanted covered first-- knew exactly what part he wanted to be only his, as he pointed his dick towards Aoto's own, until the two lengths were nearly touching. Even through the brief's fabric, he could lightly feel the wet heat that emanated from beneath, causing another wave of anticipation to roll over Sam. He took a breath and again tried relaxing; it would make it easier to mark the wolf. He angled his dick as best he could in the low light, keeping watch on the stillness of the wolf's face, then with a low patter, he began to release.
And it quickly grew from a light stream that left dark spots on Aoto's underwear, to a wet, heated flow that drowned his crotch, instantly pulling the fabric tights against the wolf's body. With each second of the steady stream, the dark-yellow puddle grew and soaked into Aoto.
Sam sighed happily under his breath, his bladder finally getting its needed release from a long night of drinking. The fur below soon became heavy and warm with the liquid, followed by the heavy mattress beneath.
The added, heavy scent didn't take long to reach Sam's nose. On anyone else it would've caused his nose to wrinkle and tear up, but now he didn't mind; it was his marker, his big sign showing what he owned, and now it was lathering the wolf's genitals, drowning Aoto's sheath in his warmth and lust. The puddle and stench grew most there. But once satisfied, the dog angled himself up until it was going over the wolf's broad chest, only making his size more defined as his puffy, sweaty fur matted down and darkened, revealing his true beneath.
Aoto's breathing halted, and his arm twitched, but Sam didn't notice. He angled his penis farther up until he was spraying his urine over into the thick fur of the wolf's neck, pushing his long tufts flat against his body. Beneath them, the bed practically steamed with his smell now, the entire space soaking in his scent, making it belong to him, and him alone.
But Aoto was moving. His monstrous eyes flung open in panic, quickly identifying the happy Labrador leering over him, swaying like a tree in the wind, and pissing all over his body. The panic became rage, and he bared his teeth and growled as any words failed him. Sam glanced up and smiled, his tail wagging behind him. He angled his dick upward, and pissed along Aoto's snout.
Aoto jumped out of the bed with a roar and tackled Sam to the ground. The Labrador flailed his body, and his dick twitched, sending a final series of desperate drops in every direction. He wind-milled his arms to stay afoot, but Aoto was awake and furious, and soon onto him, knocking the dog's legs from under him. Sam hit the ground with a thud, a sound loud enough to break bones if it wasn't carpet underneath. He finished his leak with one final spray, ruining the carpet, before turning and crawling away.
But Aoto already on him. He loomed over the Labrador and caught his lashing tail. He dragged him backwards, causing Sam to let out a strangled yelp as he twisted to try to get off his stomach and onto his feet. Pain was shooting through him as his dick was crushed beneath him. The dog desperately rolled over to see Aoto above.
The muscular, quiet beauty had gone, now replaced by a feral monster that looked ready to kill him where he lay. Sam forgot what he wanted and why he was there; it didn't matter. He kicked his legs out at it and scrambled away. A clawed hand darted forward. It grabbed the nape of his neck, sinking its claws in and whipping him back. His head ached with the whiplash before a large, wet arm wrapped around his midsection and squeezed as it dragged him into a warm mass of fur.
Sam yelped and tried writhing away again until he felt the low growl and edge of teeth against his ear. His back was pulled against Aoto's musky chest, and both large arms were tied around him, keeping him still. He thought for a second that it was a bit too warm between the piss, hot room and hot wolf, but it wasn't for those reasons he wanted to escape, it just worsened his situation. His breath hitched as Aoto growled again, though this time lower, barely forming a few grumbled and angry words.
"What the fuck was that?"
Sam shivered and gently tried pulling away again until teeth gripped the back of his neck and pried him back against Aoto's neck, as if he were merely a puppy to the larger canine. He whined and settled back, trying to keep himself as small as possible. A hand snaked up his chest and wrapped around his neck in a light squeeze. Sam was sure Aoto could feel his racing heart. Pure fear kept him still in his lap.
Aoto asked the same thing again, the breath tickling Sam's floppy ear. Beforehand this would have left him painfully erect, but now his ear just twitched, and his whole body shuddered painfully beside the wolf.
"I was peeing on you..."
"Why?"
"I wanted to mark you and make you mine."
It felt so obvious to Sam in his drunken haze, but the arms tightened again, pushing the rest of his breath from his belly and lightly suffocating him. He tried pulling them away, but it was like pulling at shackles as the wolf pressed harder against Sam.
It was too warm for the Labrador. Between the fur and urine and stagnant, musky air there was nowhere for all the heat to go, and he felt himself sweating and panting nervously against the hot wolf beside him. The smell was only getting worse as the wolf continued to sit silently, his breath coming from his open maw in low huffs and growls. The claws tightened around his belly and Sam froze, even now knowing how they could instantly rend his flesh apart.
"You wanted me, so you pissed over me in my sleep?"
A part of Sam thought that it sounded ridiculous, but he'd just done it, so he said yes.
"So, you like me?" whispered the wolf.
"Of course; you're so handsome and funny."
The arms loosened, though didn't let go. Aoto let out a resigned sigh, and rested his muzzle against the back of Sam's head.
It occurred to the Labrador they were spooning, with his back pressed against the heavy fur behind him, and long arms possessively clutching him. His thighs were dwarfed on either side by Aoto's own that lay tense across the floor. Sam wanted to run his hands over them, but stopped himself. He continued to wait, slowly getting hotter and sweatier as the heat grew between them. Along with the smell. His own scent was beginning to curdle and burn his nose with its sour potency, but it would be absurd to complain, so he waited and panted harder, drool trailing his face and onto Aoto's clawed fingers beneath.
Aoto squeezed him in what felt more like a hug and sighed, his low growl disappearing. It was silent except for Sam's hot, desperate breath's
"You should have just told me that."
"But I wanted to make you mine first."
"I'm not yours," huffed the suddenly tense wolf, "you will always be mine."
"But I marked you, so you belong to me."
Despite the fact he owned him, the arms held Sam still as he boiled beneath the foetid, musky pressure. The growl returned, and Aoto stood up, dragging Sam up with him, their torso's pressed together. Sam gasped before the one tightened around his chest and throat, while the other lifted his exposed rear into the air. For a moment, his tail wagged happily over being carried like this. But then the arms pulled back, and he was thrown against the wall beside the bed.
He landed on the wet mattress with a bounce. He whined and wrinkled his nose at the warm yellow beneath him, while a hand took his shoulder, flipping him over until he saw the wolf now crawling over him. An evil smile spread across the wolf's wet muzzle, and his tongue lapped out to lick his lips, sending a drool of saliva downwards onto the dog's neck.
"No, you're mine, and I'm going to prove it; I'm going to make it, so you won't ever be able to breathe again without thinking of me."
Under different circumstances, Sam thought the view would have been everything he could've ever wanted-- the spread position, tense muscles and large cock just waiting for him-- but Aoto was smiling. It just scared him more. It looked all wrong and left him nervous and trembling. Especially as the paws grabbed his shoulders and dragged him back down the bed, moving down the wolf's body until he was nearly lying beneath his briefs, which now hugged his hips tightly.
Aoto leaned back and sat on the dog's chest, forcing the air from his lungs. The Labrador opened his mouth to complain and whine, but mostly to try to breathe through the heavy haze surrounding him. Already his back began to itch from the way his fur was pulled back against the moist surface. Aoto just smiled back at his pained expression.
"You're such a dumb, cute dog... If you'd just asked me out, I would've said yes. Things would have been equal between us, and I would have taken you out for a nice dinner or something.
"But now, this changes things... I'll never be yours; not like this. From now on, you will be mine, and I will be your everything."
Aoto looked excited about the prospect, his bushy tail wagging with a light swooshing sound. Sam wanted to protest, but a paw swiftly wrapped around his snout, covering his nose and pulling his head back against the bed. His eyes focused on the headboard upside down, across from him, while his arms scrambled up to pull the weight off his head, but doing little against the wolf's bulk.
Aoto took his other hand away from the bed, putting all his weight onto the Labrador's head. Sam whined as his nose got crushed and began to sting, but the wolf was beyond caring. He frowned, and, with his free arm, eased down his soaked briefs before kicking them away from the bed, revealing his can-sized sheath and dick, which began to poke out and disperse more of his unwashed stench. He lowered himself and sat back down on the dog, who weakly tried writhing out of his arm's grasp. It made his dick twitch between his legs, and he slowly eased forward on his knees to push it towards his helpless prey.
Sam couldn't see, but even through the hand wrapped over his nose, he could smell his friend's sheath dragging closer and closer to his face. The pressure disappeared from his head, and he let his snout point back down to gaze at the length now gently bobbing in front of him, with Aoto's red face farther behind. Aoto nudged it down with his hands, showing Sam the large, bulbous head that speared into a thin tip at the end, and glistened in the low moonlight. It was large. Too large for Sam to sit on or swallow, bulging with tight veins and covered in the slick liquids of his sheath. Sam lifted his hands to touch it, but the wolf wrenched his arm away. Sam gasped and glanced up at the looming face of the wolf.
"Time for your marking now, Sam. Let me show you how it's really done."
Aoto tipped his dick further down until it aligned with Sam's snout. He slowly, teasingly, pressed forward on his knees across his chest, forcing his air from his lungs until the head brushed and lay flat on Sam's warm, panting tongue. His length throbbed once, before he sighed and began to piss.
Sam tried pulling away as the putrid warmth burned along his tongue and scorched his throat. On either side of his head, Aoto's hands appeared and kept him still, despite all the dog's whining and moaning. The sound became gargled as the rancid liquid poured farther down his throat. He coughed and sent it spattering, soon replaced by more following as the stream filled his choking maw. Wagging his tongue, he coughed again and again, and Aoto seemed only to enjoy it. He pushed his hips further downwards, until his dick sank further into him, leaving the urine nowhere else to drain. Tears broke across Sam's face as he gargled and pleaded. The wolf just looked relieved, and smiled gratefully.
The stuff was thick and hot, and diluted only by the smallest amount of water, leaving it rancid and heavy. It felt sticky on his tongue and unnatural as it ballooned his cheeks. He tried swallowing it to gain a second's breath, but it felt worse then. The warmth moved down into his body and got more sickening and painful the more he took, heaving and snorting air through his nose as even the motion of swallowing became difficult with the amount he consumed.
Aoto refused to let him move. He writhed his legs and body on the bed, but the wolf had him pinned flat beneath him. The hands around his head became tighter, stopping most of the piss from escaping either side of his mouth.
Sam blinked away frightened tears, and gazed at the wolf that he loved, happily feeling his struggles beneath his paws, still sadistically watching him cough and gag again and again as he drowned. The Labrador lifted his arms as if to bat him away, and between his shallow breaths, just couldn't find the energy. His arms fell flat against Aoto's forearms, resting against the muscles he adored so much. The stream didn't end, and everything began to darken as his lungs gave up.
...
When Sam became conscious, he was still on the bed. Aoto was still above him, but no longer smiling. He was still pissing, still lathering the dog in his own scent, but had moved away from his mouth, farther down his body. The wolf moved his stream, so it went over the Labrador's chest and neck and limbs, though mostly he did it against his dick and balls. Sam felt himself getting erect, but did nothing about it. Didn't feel enough energy to do anything about it. He turned his head to the side and hacked his lungs, though it left him quickly exhausted, and he closed his eyes. The wolf continued to urinate above him.
By the time he was finished, Sam was barely awake. His drunken and sad eyes opened and watched the wolf above as his piss finally trickled to nothing but a few stray drops that he shook off onto the dog. The bed was ruined. The whole room reeked and felt too hot. Even after getting another breath, Sam felt there wasn't enough air entering his lungs. Nothing felt real anymore, and he just wished he'd never walked into the room. Aoto went back to smiling as he turned to him.
"Good boy; you took that well... We'll do more in the morning, and I'll finish making you mine... I'll show you how to obey."
Sam whimpered and tried to protest, but a hand snaked down and again held him by his throat. He made a pathetic, desperate noise. Aoto didn't let go.
"You're so cute," he said. Tears and piss and saliva all caked Sam's face and clumped his fur together. His tears made constant trails from his eyes, which even in the dark looked puffy and red. His face was pulled into a permanent look of disgust and fear, and the wolf thought he looked cute...
Sam didn't have long to dwell on it before he was shoved aside so that the wolf could lay flat along the bed. He grabbed each one of Sam's ears with each hand, and pulled him over against his body, dragging his head over, and positioning his muzzle and body between his thighs.
Sam lost sight of the smiling wolf as his face was pushed up against his sweaty, unwashed balls and sheath. He made one last attempt at pulling away, but it was far too late, even if he had the energy. A leg moved over from one side and lay across his back, pinning him in place. Now every breath he brought in just dug Aoto further into his senses: the smell of his fur, his piss, his own piss across the bed, and the moist, sweat and grime kept packed in his pants that all now lathered over his face. It was too much. He wanted to leave. He couldn't move at all, and his body felt numb.
"Goodnight, Pet," said Aoto. He patted along Sam's head and tugged hard on one of his ears. Sam made a muffled yelp, and the legs tightened across his back, painfully squishing him down. He went still and silent.
And despite the uncomfortable wetness of their piss over everything, the wolf threw a blanket over both of them, smothering Sam in the trapped heat. There was no longer any fresh air for him. There was nothing but the virile scent of wolf; his own scent long since covered and replaced, leaving only the thick presence of Aoto behind. Sam tried whimpering, but it only gave up more air and energy.
Soon, he couldn't tell the difference between the wet fur of Aoto's thighs, and the thick blanket covering him. Sweat and drool pooled everywhere as he panted, and he couldn't tell which liquid belonged to whom. It was a small, breathless agony to be left there, while the wolf idly scratched his chest then went to sleep, leaving Sam fatigued and hot beyond measure. Part of him wanted to wake Aoto up, just so he would be kicked out for the night, but for the first time, he felt truly scared of the wolf, and what he would do to him. So, he kept quiet and still, and waited.
Hours later, the air became too heavy, and the blankets too hot, and Sam finally fell unconscious with his nose buried between the wolf's legs.
Despite the wet bed, Aoto never rested so soundly as his new pet struggled between his legs. He fell asleep happy, thinking about how good tomorrow was going to be, and about all the ways he would make Sam his.