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Connor was exhausted, it had taken him forever to finish the final run in practice. As he walked into the locker room he noticed that just about everyone else had already showered, changed and left. His ears dropped down a bit upon realizing just how late he'd finished compared to everyone else on the team.

Connor was a little small for a wolf, not a runt by any means but he still hated that he hadn't grown like the rest of his friends. He was easily four inches shorter than the next smallest fur on the team.

"I'm gonna get cut for sure," Connor mumbled to himself as he stumbled to his locker and stripped. The fur down the middle of his back was a dark brown, almost black, which then drastically lightened to a light brown and tan as it got closer to his belly. His underbelly fur was a light cream color that extended up to his chin. He was in fairly good shape, just not a powerhouse of muscle or speed. Basically he would be best described as a twink.

He lurched into the showers and picked his usual stall turning on the water and just let it cascade over him. As Connor scrubbed shampoo into his thick pelt to get the sweat and grime from practice out, he started to let his mind wander as he tried to relax. His head was upturned toward the shower head, occasionally humming a tune that he had stuck in his head.

As Connor lathered himself up, he worked his way down from his head. Running his paws over his chest and stomach, he found himself again getting a little disappointed that he didn't have abs of steel or the pecks of some of the studs on the team. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle as he began to pant when his washing came to his sheath. The wolf was spending a little longer there especially after thinking about his teammates. His thoughts started to roam from his teammates to his usual random fantasies, that being the thought of an alpha stud just coming up and claiming him as his bitch... His small form being so outclassed by them that he would be helpless to resist, both physically and mentally.

By this point the tip of his cock started to peak out of his sheath as he continued to fondle himself. Connor's fantasies weren't all entirely based in his imagination though, he was lucky enough to have had one fantasy come true. As he started to stroke himself off, he thought back to that fateful encounter with Kyle...

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He met Kyle a while ago, never really hung out with him or anything, not like they were friends, Kyle was a coyote and on the wrestling team. Almost no fat on him at all, just lean muscle, and he happened to be bigger than Connor was, which was rather embarrassing for a wolf to have a coyote able to look down at you. Connor was rather attracted to him none the less, in fact he was turned on by having a bigger male order him around, although he didn't want anyone to know that and be tagged as some sissy fag or something. He was always trying to sneak a peek at the coyote's package, pretending to drop something under a desk or outright staring as Kyle bent over. The best times, when Connor had to hide his raging hard-on, was when he went to Kyle's wrestling matches and nearly came in his pants just from watching the coyote dominate and manhandle his opponent, and imagining himself getting the same rough treatment... However, Connor could never work up the courage to ask Kyle out or even make the smallest move to show interest. Still, he fantasized about Kyle dominating him, using him as his personal fuck toy and breeding him until he's a quivering mess. It wasn't until Connor decided to get in better shape and try out of the football team that he moved a step closer to that being a reality.

Connor pulled his sheath back and looked down as his cock started to poke out, growing free of its warm, musty home. He watched as his red shaft slipped out from its furry pouch and engorge as he thought about how Kyle surprised him in this very shower stall. It was all so sudden and happened so fast, but time seemed to stand still simultaneously. Connor had finished his workout and was in the showers when the big coyote walked into the showers and took the stall right next to him. The wolf tried to hurry his shower along, not wanting the coyote to get a whiff of his arousal let alone get caught with a red rocket in the men's shower. The stall dividers only came up to about your chest so as long as you weren't blatantly looking over it, you'd be safe. Connor succeeded in not being that obvious, simply staring straight ahead at the tiles and planning his escape.

As Connor was about to implement his plan to grab his towel and try and get it around his waist, pinning his erection against his stomach, he couldn't resist a fast peek at the coyote's tight, toned and naked body. Connor grabbed his towel with his left paw and glanced to the right in the direction of Kyle. Instead of seeing the athletic stud washing up and minding his own business, he saw the coyote leaning with his back against the wall and slowly stroking himself while looking right at Connor. The coyote's tongue hung out and his open mouth curled into a grin as the wolf was frozen in place watching. Kyle lifted his free paw and motioned Connor to come closer with his clawed finger, without thinking the wolf dropped his towel and took a few steps so he was right in front of Kyle's stall, watching the other canine slide his paw up and down his thick shaft.

"I know you want this... Get on your knees and open up bitch."

Connor lost all control of his body as it obeyed the dominant male without question. Kyle held his length by the base and aimed it at Connor's mouth while his other paw pulled the wolf's head towards his cock. Connor didn't know what to do, he never sucked a guy before, his only experience was with the dildo he ordered online and even then it was a little "starter" size that he could barely suckle on without gagging.

"I... I don't think I can..."

Connor tried to interject but Kyle didn't care. He kept pulling Connor in until the wolf's lips were at his tip, his pre smearing over the wolf's lips before he barked out. "I said open up bitch!"

Connor opened his mouth again slightly, instinctively licking at the pre on his lips and making contact with the coyote's rigid tip. He was shocked at how hot it was and how sweet and salty at the same time the pre was, however he didn't have much time to think about it or enjoy it as Kyle thrust his cock into Connor's muzzle. In an instant the coyote's balls were resting on the little wolf's chin and he had his nose buried in Kyle's crotch fur.

Kyle didn't give Connor any time to adjust or react to what was happening, he pulled his hips back as he let Connor's head move back till his tip was just inside. His smirk turned into a devilish grin as he saw Connor's lips keeping their seal around his member. Just as he saw Connor start to look up at him with shock still in his eyes, Kyle thrust back in.

This time Kyle didn't waste any time and just started to face fuck the little wolf. Connor gagged a few times as his throat was assaulted by the coyote's throbbing heated rod but he didn't try and fight back. The wolf's own cock was painfully hard and dripping globs of pre onto the shower floor where they washed away. It wasn't long before Connor's eyes started to roll into the back of his head as his arms hung limp at his sides while his muzzle was used like some fuck hole belonging to the big coyote.

Connor was in nirvana, his dick felt so small in comparison to the throbbing member belonging to the dominant male's that was pistoning in and out of his mouth. He loved that he had no control, that he was being used and dominated by an alpha stud and he was sure that at any moment he might cum just from the thought.

"Alright bitch! Get ready for your new favorite treat!"

Connor did his best to look up, focusing his glazed eyes on the toothy snarl of Kyle's sex face as he was about to blow his load. The wolf had a brief moment of clarity as he realized Kyle was about to cum in his mouth. The coyote thrust hard into his maw and buried his member down Connor's throat, holding his head there. Connor started to gag for just a moment until he felt the coyote's balls tense up as they rested on his chin and his cock swelling a little further in his mouth as it throbbed heavily across his tongue.

A deluge of rich, heated, salty coyote seed spurted into the wolf's mouth as Kyle tossed his head back in a bark and howl that echoed through the shower room. Kyle pulled his dick out a little as his knot started to swell fast, as much as he would've liked the feeling of his knot stuffed tightly in the wolf's maw, he just didn't have the time. Either way, his cock continued to pulsate and unload more and more cum, coating Connor's tongue and pooling against his throat, giving the little wolf no choice but to swallow heavily to avoid choking.

Connor's entire world was the cock in his mouth and his purpose was to service the male possessing it. His body shivered in pleasure every time he swallowed the hot cum filling his mouth, twisting his tongue around the shaft as he greedily sucked.

Kyle looked down at the little wolf who was still lightly bobbing his head as he suckled mindlessly at his cock. He smiled as he held the base of his member behind the knot and pulled his cock out of the dazed wolf's mouth with a loud schlurp as it left his lips.

Connor knelt on the shower room floor with his mouth agape and tongue hanging out, eyes glassed over as he looked up at Kyle. With a grunt and a flex of his hips, Kyle shot the last few ropes of cum over Connor's muzzle and face, effectively marking him as his bitch.

"Looks like you'll make a fine bitch for me. You even managed to cum from giving me a blowjob," the coyote said with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Connor panted and looked down at what he knew was his inferior dick and saw that he had indeed cum, hands free, while being face fucked by his alpha. A shiver of excitement went down his spine as he realized that he mentally called Kyle his alpha. His tongue lolled out as he panted and started to nod his head. Nothing else existed in the world for him other than Kyle and his glorious cock, he didn't even think about what would happen if someone walked in and saw him like this, kneeling in front of a bigger guy in the showers with cum over his face and a puddle of it on the floor, slowly washing down the drain.

"Clean up or don't, I don't care. You're marked as mine now," Kyle said as he washed his cock off under the shower.

Once clean, he turned back to face Connor, knelt down on one knee and held Connor's chin in his paw. Getting in real close so his muzzle was right next to the little wolf's ear, "My bitches aren't allowed to cum without my permission, consider that your last orgasm for a while..." He said with a sinister grin. "The next time you'll cum is when I'm breeding your ass, bitch." With that he slowly licked Connor's cheek and stood up and began to walk out.

Just before he turned the corner and walked out of sight, he paused and looked at Connor still on his knees with the same look on his face. Kyle licked his chops thinking about all the things he wanted to do to his newest little pet. "I can't wait to break him so he's just like my fox bitch," he said to himself as he walked out without a towel, letting anyone see his half hard dick swing between his legs.

Connor couldn't believe what just happened and what Kyle said. 'I'm his bitch now...' He kept repeating in his head as he started to stroke himself. 'He's going to let me cum when he breeds me... He's going to fuck me!' His paw was moving fast up and down his cock as he ran those thoughts through his head, he could feel he was getting close again but then just stopped and panted.

"His bitches aren't allowed to cum without permission," he said. His eyes widened and he turned his head to the shower entrance. He took a big sigh of relief that no one was there to hear that, or see what just happened.

Quickly Connor washed himself off and rushed to his locker looking for Kyle, however the coyote was already gone and the locker room was empty. Connor didn't have any idea how long he was kneeling there after everything or even what time it was. He got dressed and made his way home, hoping Kyle wouldn't make him wait too long.

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Connor grabbed a bar of soap from its shelf inside the stall and began to suds up his cock, getting it all slick in his paw as he thought back to how good it felt to be used and dominated back then. His humming turned into a soft moan as he stroked his below-average sized cock to the memory of being forced to suck Kyle's dick. He put a paw on the top of the stall to try and balance himself since his legs were like Jell-O before he got into the showers and now that he's entered a state of self-derived pleasure, he didn't want to be found knocked out on the floor of the shower with his cock in his paw after slipping and falling.

"Fuck that was so hot."

Connor's paw started to move up and down his shaft faster and faster as he relived the events in his head over and over. He was getting close, so he bit his lower lip to prevent himself from howling, his balls tensed up and just as it felt like he was about to cum... he let go and shakily braced both his paws against the wall, his head down and panting. Moving his hunched back slightly, he shielded his member from the water streaming down, not wanting that extra bit of stimulation to put him over the edge. He watched as his shaft throbbed and bounced in time with his heart beat but gradually steadied as he came down from nearly cumming.

"That was close." He mumbled to himself between labored breaths.

The wolf took a deep breath of the hot, humid air in the shower room and exhaled through his nose. He continued to steady himself against the wall, but even after a minute of careful, heavy breathing he was still having to actively resist the temptation to just relax and let himself cum.

"Why don't I just do it," he said to himself under his breath. "Kyle was over two weeks ago, haven't even seen him since."

As much as it ashamed him to admit it, he'd played out an almost identical scene at least twice daily for the last 16 days. He would start to paw off, relive the fantasy-like scenario he had with Kyle in his head and then stop because of what the coyote said. Connor felt like he had no choice, he was told he couldn't cum without Kyle's permission, that the next time he would be allowed to was when he was being bred.

Part of Connor just told him that it wasn't like he belonged to some coyote, he wasn't his alpha or master or boyfriend or anything like that, chances are it was just a one time fling and it will never happen again. Then, a much larger part of him pushes that tiny bit down and yells that Connor was marked and the property of Kyle, and he was ordered not to cum without his alpha's permission.

"Oh well, best not to do it and get caught, better get out and get dressed."

Connor grabbed his towel and took a quick look around again before he stepped out of his stall with an almost painfully hard erection. He proceeded to dry himself off, avoiding touching his shaft for now in fear that the slightest bit of stimulation might put him over the edge. The wolf finished drying his fur and wrapped the towel around his waist, looking down he bit his lip as he was making a very noticeable tent with the towel.

Biting his lip, Connor reaches down into his towel and manages to tuck his boner into the waist and heads out of the shower. "Fuck it still won't go down. I think it's getting worse since I haven't -" he was saying to himself as he made his way to his locker and suddenly noticed that he wasn't alone....

Artwork By: Takemoto Arashi