Part Three: An Interruption
#3 of An Unusual Pack
Aaidin here, nice to see you again. Wow, have I got a story to tell you today. Something really weird happened to me at work, and it's left me very confused. Oh, I suppose you'd like to be caught up on things first, considering a lot's happened since my last entry. Well, the guys and I are getting along great. I've been with them for a whole month now, and we've never been under each other's fur once. Uhm... I see that can be misleading, so I'll just say we've never gotten into a fight. We disagree now and then, but none of us have ever had any problems seeing muzzle-to-muzzle on things. Honestly, I love these guys! They're wonderful!
Well, over the past month, I've been floored again and again by what these guys do for each other, and for me. I'm not even talking about sexual acts, either! I suppose it's best to explain by providing an example. They wanted me to move in with them, and of course I had no objections. Heck, with four guys sharing a two-bedroom apartment, the rent would be MORE than affordable even in this safari paradise of an apartment. Just driving down the main road, either side looks like a vast and lush savannah. I swear I expect to see a lion and his pride resting alongside the road every time I come home from work at night.
Well, moving in was no problem, considering the pack PAID OFF the debt I owed my mom. It was kind of funny how it happened, actually. The morning after the day I came back with Bay (I wrote a bit of the morning at the end of the last entry), we had a bit of a pack meeting. They explained the laws of the pack to me, and none of them would trouble me a bit. Really, all I'd have to do to follow them is to just be myself. I think they saw that in me before they talked me into visiting, actually. Anyway, so they paid off the debt I owed my mother. I owed her $1,500. Sure, maybe it's not as much as I made it out to be... but their budget for paying off my debt was $10,000! Yeah, that's the part where my jaw hits the floor...
Anyway, so I finally moved in with them. We had... quite a party to welcome me home. Honestly, I think that was the best night of my life. I won't lie, I've seen my share of net smut, but I didn't even know some of that stuff was remotely feasible...
But seriously, back to the topic. There's no doubt in my wolven mind that I'm gay. Seriously, there've just been too many sexual encounters this past month for me to believe I don't like having sex with other men. But, my boss just hired this new employee a few days ago. She's a cook, and oh my god... I've ALWAYS thought women were beautiful, regardless of the fact that I'm gay. But you know, I
Haha, I can't believe Aaidin actually writes this thing like he's talking to someone. I've heard of people writing journals before, but the way he writes is so weird! I went back and read through his other two entries, and I thought I'd toss in one of my own -- hey, it's either that or you can hear about some vixen he met at work. Yes... Bay, Dan, and I will be working that out of his system when he gets home now that we know about it! No vixen's gonna steal my pack-mate! Heehee!
Oh, in case you're wondering, Aaidin got called into work. I'm Terry, nice to meetcha! In case you're wondering, I'm the femmy, white-furred wolf. I guess I'm just carrying on his method of writing, even though I don't know who the hell he's sending these to. I don't even know if he's sending them at all, or if he just reads back through them occasionally when he wants to paw off. Heck, I wanted to get to it after reading the second half of his first entry, but he got called into work. No fun for me... =/
But seriously, this is a story about me and Dan, before Aaidin even became a part of the pack. We'd just graduated high-school -- we all made pretty good grades actually -- and none of us (Bay included) wanted to go to college. Honestly, if we stick together and keep our money all in one pot, we'll NEVER be short on money, and we'll always have everything we want. Who needs a high-paying job with tons of responsibilities when you have a pack full of wonderful (and sexy) wolves you KNOW you can trust? Well, anyway, this actually happened about a year before Aaidin came to visit us. I'd just gotten home from work, and I was really, really worked up if ya know what I mean.
I have the perfect job; I work at a men's gym! I get to watch all these buff men work up a sweat all the time, and up-close and personal, too! Well, sadly for me, one of my pack's laws prohibits me from relationships outside of the pack -- you have NO IDEA how much I hate that when it's shower time at the gym! We can invite guests to the apartment, but we don't sleep around. Guests are always brought at the consent of the pack and, except in Aaidin's case, with the guest knowing why he's stopping by! Usually it's more than just a one-on-one experience when a guest arrives, as Aaidin found out on that fateful night!
Well, as I said before I was really horny, and I wanted some action. I hadn't even heard of Aaidin yet, I knew Bay was still at work, and I figured Dan would be, too. I wanted to wait for one of them -- or both -- but I just couldn't. I'm sure you know how I felt; I was just too horny to wait any longer.
Now, I'm the kinda guy that doesn't need smut or porn or whatever to get him excited. I'm so easily excited, that even the smallest of sexual thoughts can get me out of my sheath. I've always been like that, and it's led to quite a few embarrassing moments in my life. I'm sure you can imagine how gym class went for me with all those men changing into their gym outfits! And to make matters worse, I have a rather potent arousal scent -- I'm not sure whether that's a curse or a blessing. Back then I suppose it was a curse 'cause EVERYONE in my gym class knew I was gay. I got joked on a lot, but I'm a pretty easy-going guy and I usually just returned fire. I never lost a joke volley, actually. All I had to do was start flirting, and they'd concede defeat! Our school was a very nice place -- there wasn't much hate between gay and straight, thankfully!
Anyway, so I got home from work and I was really, really horny. I ran to the back bedroom and shed off my work uniform. Part of me wanted to jump into the shower, but the other part was just too horny for that. Well, I doubt I gotta say which part won that debate. So I heard about this "different" method of masturbation that I wanted to try out. I've done my share of giving and receiving muzzle, but honestly I never thought to try it on myself! I mean, I'm a pretty slender guy, and my penis is a good nine inches long -- yes, I actually measured it one day, heehee! With the advantage of my muzzle, giving this a try wouldn't be difficult at all.
Now, I heard you're supposed to lie down on your back and start sort of a backwards somersault, then put both of your knees on either side of your head and have at it. That sounded too uncomfortable a position for me, so I just got on my side and curled up into a ball. I was able to get most of my penis in my mouth, and I gotta admit... it felt pretty nice. I didn't think I'd get anything more than I'd normally get out of soloing, although I usually stick to more conventional methods such as pawing off maybe with a couple pads under my tail. I certainly decided anal stimulation would be a good thing, and worked a pad up to my prostate.
I was really getting into it, when Dan walked into the room. I don't know why I stopped doing what I was doing. It WAS feeling pretty nice -- I've done it again since then, and I don't think I'll be going back to pawing off! There was just this feeling I got that worried me when Dan saw me muzzling myself. I realized it probably turned him on, but something about the situation was definitely different. I uncurled from my ball and sat up on the bed, staring at him. I think I know how I felt -- I felt like I was in trouble. I felt like that time when my parents walked in on me pawing off, and I got a very hefty lecture about it...
Well, Dan decided I'd been a bad pup. He took off all of his clothes, and it became apparent that I did indeed arouse him. So Dan sat next to me on the bed and said, "Well, well, what have we here, pup? Only bad boys do what you've done, and bad boys get punished!" Oh, my fur was standing on edge by this point. I don't know whether I was scared or still really, really horny. My penis voted for the latter, but I could feel myself panicking.
Dan grabbed me by the fur on the back of my neck and threw me over his knee. I realized what was coming up, and I was definitely scared. I wasn't sure if Dan was actually MAD at me, or if he was just being playful! I was even more confused when he lifted my tail and I felt his leg lift up a bit, and then felt his paw slap my uncovered and furry rump hard enough for me to yip from the pain! Well, as a reflex I pushed myself forward and my penis found its way under his leg. He dropped his leg, pinning my "wolfhood" (borrowing Aaidin's word), to the bed.
THWACK! Oh his paw stung, but when he hit again that same reflex made me thrust forward under his leg. My back-end already felt sore, but oh his furry leg felt nice against my other member. THWACK! ~THRUST~ ~THWACK~ ~THRUST~ "No! Please, Dan! I can't take anymore spanking! Please!" Oh, if only you could have heard my voice. I squealed like a little school girl, and I laugh now that I remember it.
I was certainly surprised when he stopped spanking me in response. "Will I ever catch you doing it again?" he asked me. Oh, I had to think on that one. The sheer kinkiness of his paw slapping my rump accompanied by my penis humping the underside of his knee and the bed was overwhelming. I decided that this experience was certainly wonderful, and that I didn't want it to stop.
I managed a few tears for the sake of role-play, then looked up into his scornful eyes and said, "... maybe..." Yes, yes, I was a bad boy. I felt his disciplining paw smack my rump thrice more, and thrice more I thrust under his leg. At this time, he decided to work on the other cheek and ended up making me thrust at a different angle. "NO! PLEASE STOP!" I pleaded. Oh, I couldn't resist the next comment, "You're HURTING me, daddy!"
"If I hear another peep out of you, I'm going to spank you ten more times, and ten times harder." He paused in the spots I placed commas at, so he could spank me twice more, and once again at the end of the sentence. I imagine by now that, were my back-side not covered in white fur, he would've seen just how tender I was back there from his forceful discipline. I imagine my skin was red, and very brightly so. I never knew I was such a masochist before, but it really was turning me on.
"PEEP!" I yelped. Ten more spankings and ten more thrusts, the pain and the pleasure grew proportionately with the strength of his strikes. I was crying now, and to this day I have no idea if it was from the pain or from the ecstacy. That tenth one really did it for me, too. I felt a surge of pleasure course through my entire length, but I still hadn't had my orgasm yet.
He stopped long enough to ask, "Now, will you be a good pup? Or do I need to take things up a notch?" I looked up at him long enough to see that he wasn't smiling. Oh, wow, if he wasn't mad then he was one hell of a role-player. I think I understand why he had so much respect in that on-line game he, Aaidin, and Bay used to play all the time. Again, if his mood wasn't real, then his role-playing was flawless!
Whimpering on his lap, I let go a small sob and said, "I don't know, daddy... I might misbehave again..." Oh... at the time I shuddered in thought of the consequences of that answer. I had displayed just a touch of insecurity, and I knew he wanted to beat that out of me somehow!
He stood up, forcing me to regain my balance so I didn't fall off of the bed. "Get on all fours, pup, and turn your tail to me. Rest your head on the pillow." Accepting my submissive role, I did as he said and without another word. I wasn't sure what he was planning -- I figured he'd want to spank me harder and needed another angle. However, I also figured he might just have his way with my sore rump. In all honesty, I didn't care. I just didn't want him to stop!
Well, it turned out he wanted to spank me some more, but he was through using his paws. He'd been slapping my behind pretty hard with the last ten swings, and his paw was probably feeling sore. Well, I was tender as an expensive steak, so I knew he HAD to be aching. Turns out, he'd grabbed up a newspaper and rolled it up, then started slapping my back-end with that instead. While less forceful than his paws, the newspaper made for a much more painful sting. Perhaps some of you have misbehaved -- not quite like I have, but still -- and YOUR parents decided their paw just wasn't enough. Let me tell ya, newspapers HURT. This time, I didn't have Dan's leg to caress my now throbbing penis and make up for the pain. I must've been a REALLY bad pup!
After a good ten thwacks across both cheeks, Dan decided he didn't feel like waiting anymore. He climbed up behind me and pushed his entire length under my up-turned tail all at once. I guess I was fortunate he'd spent so much time with the spankings, because apparently his role turned him on as much as it did for me. He was pretty lubed up from his own fluids by the time he decided to just go ahead and end it.
Oh, but I was mistaken. He wasn't relieving me of my own need to ejaculate. Much to my dismay -- or pleasure, depending on whether you're into this sort of thing or not -- he had much bigger plans for me. His thrusts were violent and angry, and I swear he intended his pelvis to pick up where the newspaper left off. I was already pretty tender, so the feeling of his furry waist slapping my back-side only stung more.
It was too much! I HAD to cum soon or I felt like I never would! I slowly reached a paw around to grasp my penis, but he caught me and grabbed my wrists. Then, he increased the strength of his own thrusts, as much as I never thought it were possible. "Please! Daddy! Let go! You're hurting me!" I yelped. Contrary to my pleas, I loved every second of his punishment. I really did want to cum, but I suppose it just wasn't in the cards.
I bet the question lingering on your mind is, "is he gonna tie the little pup?" The answer is no, of course. I don't know if any of you have ever gotten tied to a wolf before, but trust me that knot is bigger than it looks. It's not something you can just rip right out without causing some kind of an injury. Now, on the day this event happened I learned that I LOVE being spanked. You know I'm not talking about those little love taps you get from your partner during the act. I LOVE an all-out, nearly abusive spanking along with the whole role-play discipline thing. However, I do NOT love injury. I knew I'd be sore for the rest of the night after we were done, but I certainly didn't want to be sore for the next two days, and I KNEW he had more in store for me than this. Tying me would only ruin his plans.
That, of course, became obvious when he let loose quite the load into my bowels. Heehee, imagine that, I was white on the outside AND on the inside. I loved it and hated it at the same time, though, that he finished off. My penis was hard as a rock, and I REALLY needed to cum. I was ready for the night to end so the two of us could ditch our roles and cuddle. Sadly, that's not what Dan had in mind. He withdrew his love muscle from my tail-hole, and then left me whimpering on the bed as he headed into the bathroom.
This was my chance, and I knew it! I quickly flipped over and collected as much of the cum from the bed as I could and smeared it all over my penis. Then, I grasped it and was just about to start pawing myself off to orgasm when I felt his paw grab my wrist. He SQUEEZED my wrist until I let go, then he said, "You just never learn, do you pup? Go on, turn around."
Whimpering, I obediently turned around and lifted my tail to expose my now extremely tender rear. Well, "yip" isn't fit to describe the sound I made when I felt this new object collide with my cheeks. He went and grabbed the bath brush and used the back-side of it to continue beating my lesson into me. The bath-brush is a very light-weight, hard-plastic thing with a nice, long handle. He held no reserve in making sure I felt the blunt of its wrath against my already sore and tender skin.
Sighing, I'd almost gotten to the point where I realized he wasn't going to let me cum. I collapsed onto the bed and whimpered softly as he made one final spank with the bath brush. Then, he flipped me over and took my throbbing penis into his muzzle. I felt his paws caressing my tender backside as he threw me over the edge and into what had to have been the best orgasm of my entire life. This comes from the wolf that's been pawing off since he was ten years old. Hell, I lost my virginity when I was fifteen!
Well, we had some serious cleaning up to do, but neither of us really had the energy to bother with it at the time being. Instead, he laid down next to me and put his arms around me. "So, you won't be misbehaving anymore, right Terry?"
After an orgasm like that? Honestly, nothing short of the law could prevent me from being a bad pup again! Whatever was he thinkiowsergfppeqwefpifgeyhw
Well then... I'm sorry about that. This is Aaidin again. It turns out the whole "being called to work" thing was just a prank from one of those jokesters I work with. I see Terry got a hold of my little journal, and after wrestling him away from the keyboard, I took the time to read his little insert. I've decided to leave it in, since what he had to say was a good bit more interesting than what I had to say. Honestly, I don't know what kind of crazy thoughts were going through my head when I started making this entry. For some stupid reason, I thought I was bisexual or something just because the boss hired some pretty little eye-candy of a vixen for guys to gawk at. I don't need a woman to keep me company, when I have people like Terry to make my life interesting.
Speaking of which, that story of his really turned me on! I think I may need to teach him a lesson about going into other people's journals. He's been a pretty bad "pup" and could stand some "discipline" if you know what I mean!
Sorry this entry's so short, but I really don't feel like typing when I could be spanking that adorably mischievous pack-mate of mine. I usually wait until I have more meaning before I make an entry, but in my eyes this one is just too funny to keep!
Anyway, Terry went to go cower in his room. I guess I better get in there before he muzzles himself. We all know how he hates being kept waiting when he's ready to go!
-Aaidin McLaine
~The Kinkster~