The Stocks
So, I thought of this as I was drifting off to sleep, and willed myself to get up, out of my warm, comfy blankets, and sit at my computer, with my glasses (that give me a headache) and write this out. I'm actually kind of pleased that I did.
It's just sex, no plot (cause, well, fuck that, I guess...) but yeah, it was on my mind!
So, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!
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Thomas groaned softly as he opened his eyes for the first time today. Tonight? It was still dark outside and glancing around, he didn't see any other townsfolk milling about. The thought suddenly occurred to the wolf that he was, in fact, outside, and his whole body ached.
The wolf tried to move, and that was when he realized he was bound by his paws and neck. The stocks. Thomas let out a pitiful whine of pain as he adjusted his legs, spreading them in an attempt to ease some of the soreness in his knees. He wasn't a stranger to the stocks, and when someone got in trouble, something small and harmless (bar fights were usually the most common) the person would spend the night in the stocks with the hope that the painful night of sleep would deter you from making the mistake again.
Well, that wasn't always the case as Thomas had shown. This was his fifth time in the stocks, that he could remember. The wolf had a knack for getting himself into trouble, usually when he was drunk, and wound up on his knees with his wrists and neck trapped in the stocks. His tail flicked around behind him and he shifted slightly. Yup. Naked.
He sighed and closed his eyes, wondering if he'd be able to get back to sleep in this position. He'd done it before, and was always amazed at his ability to sleep in even the worst conditions. At least this time he was alone. The last time he'd been bound here, the stocks beside him held another wolf who continued to go on and on about whatever was on his mind, regardless of whether or not Thomas wanted to hear it.
The stocks faced towards the town, the edge of the forest behind him. The local sheriff teased him the first time he'd been bound, telling him that he'd be lucky if he wasn't eaten during the middle of the night by his feral counterparts. It wasn't until the next morning, after he'd wet himself during the night in fear, that he learned that the most dangerous thing that could come out of the forest nearby would be an angry possum. He couldn't tell what time of the night it was, having a limited view of the sky, but he guessed it would be at least five or six hours before the sun rose.
Thomas yawned and closed his eyes, trying his best to get comfortable enough to wait out the last few hours of his detention. It took twenty minutes, but he finally managed to drift back to sleep, legs spread to either side with his tail hanging between his legs, balls hanging freely out in the open.
Barely an hour later he was awoken by the strangest feeling. He yelped in surprise at first, tail going rigid as something wet swiped across his tailhole. He moved to look, forgetting for a second he was restrained and let out a soft growl of annoyance at his bonds. The feeling came again, a thin wet appendage teasing over his tailhole. "HEY! What the hell is going on?" He barked, moving his legs back together, tail pressing down between his legs. He sniffed at the air, catching a familiar scent before he got his answer.
A German shepherd poked its head from around the stocks, curious about where the noise came from. Thomas couldn't help but let out a small laugh and wiggled one of his paws. "C'mere boy, come on Verne." He called, recognizing the dog as one of the townsfolk's pets that wandered about freely. The shepherd took a few steps around the stocks and started licking Thomas' paw, his tail wagging excitedly behind him. "Stupid dog, stickin' your nose were it shouldn't be..." He muttered, trying to pet the dog through the tongue-bath his paw was receiving.
Verne had enough of the wolf's paw fairly quickly and walked back around the stocks. Thomas closed his eyes, thinking the dog was going to go off in search of something else and he relaxed, only to feel the dog's nose press up under his tail and sniff loudly before licking along there. Thomas yelped again in surprise and tensed back up, his legs moving together and tail covering himself. "VERNE! No! Stop." He ordered firmly, hoping the dog would listen.
The response he got didn't surprise him as that cold nose dug under his tail to lick back at his entrance. The wolf shivered as that tail swept over his virgin pucker a few times. It felt surprisingly good and he felt his sheath stir ever so slightly as the dog continued to lap along his entrance. Thomas relented to the dog's wishes and slowly spread his legs to give him more access, his tail slowly hiking upwards.
Verne moved back behind the trapped wolf and tilted his muzzle to the side as he continued to lap wetly at Thomas' pucker, even slipping his tongue inside just a bit on a few occasions. After a few minutes of the assault, Thomas' sheath had swollen and several inches of wolf cock were hanging free from his furry sheath, pre dripping onto the soil beneath him. He wanted to paw himself off as the dog continued to lick at him and did his best to keep his moans quiet. The next time he hooked up with one of the girls in town, he'd have to see if they would do the same for him.
When the shepherd stopped his barrage on the wolf's entrance, Thomas let out a soft whine of disappointment, tail still hiked up high in hopes that Verne would continue again. The sudden weight on his back was unexpected and it took a few thrusts from the shepherd's hips before it dawned on him what Verne was doing. "NO! DOWN! VERNE! GET OFF ME!!" The wolf shouted, flailing his legs around to try and shake the shepherd off of him. Verne's paws wrapped tighter around Thomas' side and the dog growled dominantly. His hips thrust against the struggling wolf and the tip of his canine cock pushed along through the wolf's fur, leaving trails of pre where it touched.
Thomas' heart was racing as he moved around to try and get the dog off his back, his tail trying to lower, but being prevented with the dog's body there. He hissed in pain when one of Verne's thrusts hit the target and sunk a few inches of dog cock up into him. The wolf growled out in pain and squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to yell at the dog to get off, but realizing his fate. More screaming might only wake someone, and they would see him being raped by a dog. He'd never live that down.
Verne was panting slightly as he thrust against the wolf's hips, one finally making contact as the tip of his pink shaft pushed up into the wolf. The shepherd hunched over a little more and started thrusting faster, sinking the rest of his cock into Thomas and making him whimper in the sudden pain. Thomas had never had anything inside him, and the dog wasn't being gentle at all. Verne's hips pulled back and forth with a sense of urgency, pre spurting up into the wolf's passage as the feral dog mounted him. He could feel the dog's furry balls smack against his own, larger pair and he realized then that he was still hard.
The dog's thrusts, while still painful, made his balls and cock tingle with arousal. He tried to focus on that enjoyment to lessen the pain and after a few minutes of the dog's wild humping, he found himself biting down on his lip to stifle a moan. His cock was fully hard and a thin strand of pre connected the tip of his cock with the ground beneath him. He'd stopped struggling and let Verne explore his natural instincts, the paws on his sides gripping tighter and starting to hump forward a little deeper.
The wolf felt his knot starting to grow, a slight feeling of discomfort accompanying it as his knot stretched his sheath out. His cock ached to be touched as the dog's shaft pressed inside him, teasing against his new-found prostate. Verne's own knot was growing fairly rapidly and each thrust made Thomas yip or whine as it stretched him just a little more. He had tied with women before and knew the pain it could cause at times, and was worrying greatly about the shepherds knot as it got bigger and bigger. When it was almost at its full size, Verne stopped trying to pull it out and the dog's legs shifted about to get closer to his mate. Verne's thrusts were deeper know and his knot dug around inside of Thomas as the shepherd panted loudly, tail whipping around behind them.
Thomas felt the dog's cock pulsing inside him and his own throbbed needfully, so close to cumming, even without contact. Verne's thrusts slowed and then stopped altogether and Thomas could feel the thick shaft inside him pulse and throb under his tail, some of the dog's warm seed leaking back out and down over his balls. The wolf whined pitifully and squeezed down, hoping to get just a little more stimulation to push himself over the edge, but it only made his cock flex and knot thump inside his sheath, begging for release.
His whimpering attracted another shepherd, one of Verne's siblings, Caesar. The other dog trotted up curiously and licked at Thomas' face, tail wagging around behind him. "Get... away..." Thomas muttered, trying to pull his muzzle away as he growled, disliking having his face licked. Caesar moved around to see what the other dog was doing and the two growled possessively at each other when Caesar got too close.
Caesar sniffed at the wolf's backside and Thomas closed his eyes in embarrassment, starting to feel like he was on display tonight. When Caesar's head poked under his stomach, and a tongue swiped over the head of his still-hard cock, he yipped excitedly and thrust his hips forward instinctively. Caesar backed away quickly, startled by the movement, and Thomas worried for a second that the dog would leave.
Verne, becoming less interested in what was going on, dismounted and turned butt to butt with the wolf, their tails pressed against each other as they remained tied. Caesar licked at his own sheath for a moment before sticking his head back under the wolf's body, much to Thomas' delight. That tongue felt wonderful on his exposed shaft and he remained still to let the dog do all the work. It was slowly bringing him towards his own release, knot stretching his sheath to the limits and pre spraying out over Caesar's muzzle, but it wasn't enough to quite push him over still.
Thomas let out a soft whine and squeezed his tailhole down on the knot inside him, causing Verne to let out a soft growl. Thomas could feel his cock throb, so close to cumming as Caesar's tongue teased the exposed flesh. What finally pushed him over the edge was Verne's sudden yank of his knot. The shepherd pulled roughly at Thomas' tailhole, pulling his cock free from the wolf's passage and walking off a few feet to collapse and lick himself. The sudden sensation made Thomas bark in a mix of pain and pleasure as he was pushed over the edge.
His sensitive cock was lapped at as he came, cum spraying over Caesar's muzzle and tongue, coating the earth beneath him. After a few thick spurts of cum, each lick to his cock made his whole body convulse and twitch, length tingling almost painfully at the added sensation. "Caesar! Down boy! Stop!" The wolf called, panting a bit and wiggling his hips, trying to lower them to make his cock unreachable. Caesar obeyed and Thomas sighed happily, smiling a bit at the night's events. He could feel dog cum dripping down over his balls and the thought of being fucked again, maybe willingly this time, crossed over his mind.
That second time might come sooner rather than later, he realized as Caesar's tongue started swiping over his abused tailhole, cleaning what his sibling had left behind. Thomas whimpered nervously as he felt the dog clean up his tailhole, the now-familiar weight of a dog on his back making his ears lower submissively. He didn't know if he could take another cock so soon, and with the sun starting to rise, people would be up soon. Caesar didn't care about any of that, though as his hips jerked forward awkwardly, trying to find purchase.
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