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"'Please don't take my balls!" Mark begged as Draas roughly pulled his sack down.

"I thought you wanted to be the best? That kind of deal comes at a price, in this case your two puppy makers. Now shut up and let me do this the easy way, and you can keep some of your pride!"

Turning his attention back to the full sack in his hand, Draas began to chant in a gutteral tongue, still pulling harder and harder on the whimpering wolf's jewels, until eventually there was a sharp pop and Mark's nut's dissappeared, leaving behind a floppy embarrassment of a sack.

Mark began sobbing openly, until Draas sharply bitch-slapped him.

"Quit your sobbing, I left you with your sack didn't I? at least you can get a pair of marbles to fill you out a bit, though I don't see why you'd want to, might as well let whoever's taking your ass know that you're a useless little nullo," Draas shouted venomously, then suddenly he smiled, "You wanna know where your balls went?.. Well, they're in a glass jar, about two feet from your daddy's left hand!"

With that he picked Mark up bodily and tossed him out of his office, the door sinking into brickwork as if it had never existed. Mark gave a hoarse cry and frantically patted the space where the door had been, but it was hopeless. Eventually he gave up and turned to go home...

Mark carefully opened the front door, trying not to disturb his dad Frank, who was bound to be working in his study by now. Before he even got the door fully open however, he heard his father shout from inside the study,

"Mark, get your ass in here, NOW!"

Head low and tail between his legs, Mark shuffled into his fathers study, very concious of the missing weight between his legs. As soon as he entered the large room, he was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and hauled in front of the massive oak desk that took up nearly a full third of the floor space. On it was something both completely alien, and instantly recognisable.

Mark's nuts, in a jar, on his dad's desk.

"You gave up your fucking balls for TALENT! So you could be a fucking wrestler! What the fuck is wrong with you? What fucking convinced you to make a deal with a demon instead of, you know, TRAINING!"

With that Frank flipped his son around and quickly undid the smaller wolf's belt, letting his trousers drop to the floor and tearing of his boxers easily, leaving Mark standing there with his empty sack clearly visible. Seeing the look on his father's face, Mark started crying as he began telling his dad the full story. As the older wolf took in the tale, his face only became more and more distressed. Not only was he enraged by his son's stupidity, but by the demon who'd tricked him; he also felt fear thinking of the consequences, if any other local wolf, or any fur at all, discovered Mark had been nutted. He was left with only two options in the end, follow proper procedure and leave his son to be taken by the feral wolf packs, where he'd be relegated to less than a breeding bitch, or claim Mark as his own bitch.

"I can't fix this, You realise that right?" Frank said, no longer shouting, but instead speaking with cold condensed rage. Mark's eyes widened as he realised what his father meant. He flinched as the burly wolf reached for his top.

"Dad, Please don't!" Mark begged as his father roughly ripped his shirt off, pulling Mark to his knees at the same time. With his disgraced son now entirely exposed, Frank unzipped the fly of his heavy, dust covered jeans and let his thick cock flop out. It only took the lightest push to start the steaming stream of his piss, which he allowed to pour over the former alpha to be's face, sinking into Mark's fur and dripping down over his shoulders and back, forever marking him as Frank's bitch. After what seemed like an eternity to Mark, his father's hot stream eventually subsided, leaving him steaming in the near silence as his enraged father contemplated his next action.

"Bend over," Frank said quietly, but with the authority that came from years of being the alpha wolf. Almost unconciously, Mark got down on all fours, tail raised, displaying his empty sack and cum dripping anus for the world to see. Not even bothering to prepare his unerect wolf prick, Frank grabbed Mark's tail and slid his floppy wolf dick into Mark's already lubed ass. Mark hissed as his raw tunnel was spread open once again, his father's cock already nearly as thick as Draas's had been, despite being completly unaroused, although a minute of steady thrusts soon began to remedy that. Once his cock began hardening, Frank started fucking Mark for real, hips slapping together loudly enough to be heard outside the front door.

Frank pistoned his hips, slamming his growing nine inches of thick, slimy wolf cock in and out of Mark's coal mine, using his son like a life-sized cocksleeve. Mark's empty sack flapped underneath him, still dripping his father's bitter smelling piss, as well as Frank's precum that was now flowing freely from Mark's bitch tunnel.

"You aren't even worth my cock anymore, you know that? No other wolf would stoop so low as to put his pride in the ass of someone who wasn't even a proper man. If you weren't my son I'd toss you straight to the ferals and let them use you!" Frank shouted, still pounding away at Mark's gaping hole, his fully inflated knot finally slipping inside his son.

Mark, for the first time since losing his balls, counted himself lucky; because he knew his father was telling the truth. Had Frank been any less of a loving parent, Mark would've been left out for the feral wolves to find, and inevitably rape. This way, at least he got to live inside, and get fucked by a slightly more gentle, and definitely undiseased, prick.

Frank came almost without warning. His short, butt-bruising thrusts suddenly stopped as he grabbed Mark's thick hips and slammed into him one final time before letting loose a barrage of virile wolf cum, his massive knot locking each and every creamy drop inside Mark's hole. Despite his age, Frank was still well within his prime, and this was reflected in the sheer volume of baby batter that he pumped into his son. By the time his knot began to deflate, nearly twenty minutes later, Mark's stomach had become so bloated it almost looked as though he was pregnant with a full litter of pups.

Once he had shrunk enough, Frank yanked his dick out of Mark's sopping hole, wiping it in one of the small patches of fur that wasn't drenched in some liquid or another.

"Now get yourself up to my bed, and be waiting for me. I gotta go sort some shit out," Frank said gruffly, zipping up the soaked front of his jeans. Mark crawled out of the study, unable to trust his legs well enough to stand. Once he made it out into the hallway, he tried to stand but quickly fell over as his legs gave out underneath him. He cursed quietly and began crawling towards his father's room, gushing hot cum all the way.