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Scott looked at the phone number in his paw. He'd folded and unfolded the paper so many times it was nearly falling apart. "Daddy" it said, handwritten with Rick's phone number. It had been weeks since the last time he saw the big badger. He still felt conflicted about the incident with Danny, the border collie pup that he'd pretended was his brother. On one paw, he didn't want to be a cub fucker, and if anyone ever found out that was it for him. On the other paw, he couldn't get over how amazing it felt, and how much he loved the pretend incest. Still, it was all so confusing for him, and had been rattling his brain for weeks.

The young wolf took a deep breath, entering the numbers slowly on his cell phone. He stared at the Send button, shaking nervously. Was this right? Was this what he really wanted?

Send. It was ringing. "Hello?" a deep voice on the other end answered.

Scott stammered for a moment, realizing he'd never though it through past this point. What should he say? What should he do? If he didn't answer soon, Rick was probably going to hang up. Fumbling and tongue tied, the young wolf managed to reply "Hi."

"Well hi, who may I ask is calling?" Rick replied calmly.

"S... Scott." the wolf answered. "From CPU services." he quickly added, thinking maybe it would be less awkward if he tried to play it off like a work call.

"Oh Scott! My little computer tech, nice to hear from you. How've you been?" the badger responded cheerfully.

"I'm good, you know, working and stuff. Um..." he paused, feeling incredibly awkward.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing from you, pup?"

Scott gulped. He was in deep now, might as well lay it all on the table. "Well um, last time I was fixing your computer, you gave me your number and said..." he began, before Rick interrupted him.

"I said that anytime you want a nice, hard, deep fuck from your daddy that you should give me a call." The badger's voice was low and lustful, and hearing him say those words made Scott blush and go weak in the knees.

"Y... yes." he managed to squeak out.

"Oh you're just the cutest thing. Tell you what, meet me at the Runway Motel over on route 23. Tonight at 9:00, room 34."

"I can do that!" Scott replied happily, his ears perking.

"Good boy. See you then." Rick replied and hung up the phone with a soft click.

Holy shit. Scott's heart was pounding, not to mention the throbbing hard-on he was hiding behind his waistband. He looked over at the clock. It was only 6:30, what was he going to do for two and a half hours? This anticipation was killing him. The teenage wolf stood up from his desk and began pacing back and forth in his room. Every now and then he would glance up at the clock, only to look away frustrated when it still wasn't time yet.

He sat down on his bed with a sigh and swung his footpaws. Then the heel of his paw knocked against something under his bed, a long cardboard box. Scott had almost forgotten about this. He bought it last week with some of the cash that Rick gave him, but he hadn't had the courage to use it yet. The wolf looked around nervously, then quickly padded over and locked the door to his room. He drew the window curtains closed and perked his ears to make sure his mom wasn't coming down the hall. Then he reached under his bed and pulled out the box. Reaching inside, he pulled out a huge red dildo.

He tried to find one as close in size to Rick's cock as he could, but it was difficult to get a real grasp for these things when you're shopping online. When the dildo had arrived earlier, he had taken one look at it and closed the box, hiding it under his bed. The thing was about 10 inches long and very thick all the way down with a flared head. He really didn't think there was any way he could take it, but right now, he was horny enough to try.

Scott unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, rubbing the rubber cock against his own and murring to himself. He reached over to his bedside table, squirting some lotion into his paw. He kept rubbing the dildo against his cock as he lubed up his tailhole, thrusting his hips a bit in anticipation. When he felt he was sufficiently slick, he was ready to give the dildo a try.

Carefully he lined up the tip with his tailhole and began pressing. He could feel his rim beginning to stretch, but the dildo was just too big, it wasn't going in. He tried again with both paws, spreading his legs wide, but still wasn't having any luck. It felt good just pressing the rubber cock under his tail, but he really wanted to have something inside of him. He'd need to stretch out a bit anyway if he was going to be able to take Rick's cock without it hurting.

Maybe it would work better if he sat on it. The wolf shifted positions, aiming the dildo upright on his bed and holding it in place with one paw. He lifted his tail and began to squat down over the shaft. He moaned and pressed, stroking the dildo with his paw like he was trying to jack it off. He closed his eyes and moaned, all the while imagining Rick's heavy, throbbing cock entering him and filling him with his seed. Scott moaned a bit louder, pressing his weight down on the dildo as his tailhole started to stretch more and more. Suddenly he gasped as the large flared head of the dildo popped inside of him, making his cock bounce.

Damn that was big! He held himself up, keeping the dildo from sinking more than a couple inches in. This was going to take some time to adjust. At least Rick's cock was a bit tapered, this dildo was just a big fat shaft from top to bottom. Holding the toy inside him with one paw, he carefully shifted down onto his back. He began pushing the dildo a little further inside as he stroked his wolf cock against his belly. It felt so good to be full again. He'd definitely have to use this toy more often once he got used to it. The only thing missing was a hot load of cum at the end and his Daddy telling him what a good little pup he was.

Fuck this was getting him so hot. Scott began pumping the toy a little faster, each time taking it a little bit deeper. All the scenarios he'd fantasized about were filling his head. All the times he'd wanted to get bent over, fucked, and used by his Daddy. He even thought about Danny, and how cute the little pup had looked squirming under him after he stuffed the pup's butt with his own cock.

He pumped the dildo hard and fast in his ass, arcing his back and moaning. He could feel his orgasm welling, wanting to explode. The wolf turned his head and bit his pillow, moaning into the fabric as he plunged the thick rubber cock deep, deep inside him. It felt like his prostate was on fire. He tried to hold onto the feeling as long as he could, but soon he just couldn't take it anymore. The young wolf gasped as he shot thick ribbons of creamy cum up onto his belly and chest. It splashed against his fur and coated him in thick globs. When the last shots finally ran out, the remnants dripped down his shaft and paw, moistening his groin fur.

The wolf lay there panting and gasping. He hadn't had an orgasm that good since the last time Rick fucked him off. He brought his paw up to his muzzle and began licking off his seed. As he slowly recovered from the afterglow, he began thinking about the reality of the situation he was in. He'd just called a much older stranger, whom he'd only met twice, and arranged to meet in a motel room for sex. Holy shit, what the hell was wrong with him? More so, what the hell was wrong with Rick? Scott was only 16, and this kind of thing certainly wasn't legal. But that also means that Rick was putting a huge amount of faith in Scott, trusting that he wasn't going to tell anyone. Maybe that meant it was okay to trust Rick too?

Scott groaned, all this stuff was messing with his head again. When he was horny, his judgment just went away and all he could think about was getting stuffed. But after getting off and his lust was quelled, the reality of the situation was just too much for him, and all he wanted to do was get horny again. The wolf looked down at the thick toy between his legs, giving a quick shiver as he kept it stuffed inside him. Maybe he shouldn't go to the motel at all. Rick didn't know where he lived, and he could just use the toy when he got horned up like this. It was much safer. But still, it wasn't quite the same.

Scott carefully slid the dildo out of him, gasping when the flared head popped past his rim. He took the toy over to his bathroom sink and cleaned it carefully. He just needed a distraction, something to take his mind off Rick and his lust. After drying the toy and putting it back carefully in its box under the bed, slid his pants back on and picked up a video game from his shelf. He'd wasted countless hours in the past playing Dragonrim, it was the perfect means of distraction.

Scott played the game for a while, slaying dragons and completing mindless quests like he always did, but soon his thoughts began to wander. There were races of strong lizards and felines in the game, many of whom wore scant clothing to show off their bestial nature. Scott began to wonder what it would be like to undress them even further, to go behind their tunics, to feel them... woah. Scott put down his game controller. He felt like he was really starting to lose his mind. Everything made him think of sex; he couldn't even enjoy video games anymore!

He saved the game and turned it off, flopping back on his pillow. Fuck, he was already hard again too. Why was being a horny teenager so goddamn complicated? Scott sighed and looked over at his clock. It was only about 15 minutes until he said he'd meet Rick, and he still didn't know if he should go. His brain said no but his body said yes, and he just couldn't take being pulled in both directions at once. Eventually, the stronger force prevailed.

Scott stood up, grabbed his jacket and his car keys, and headed out the door before he had a chance to change his mind. He mumbled something to his mom on the way out about how he was going to see a movie with friends and would be home late, to which she replied something equally as unimportant. He was lucky his parents trusted him to be out on his own so often, or this never would have worked at all. If they knew what he was really going to do, they'd probably never let him leave the house again.

Scott climbed into his car, took one last deep breath, and started the engine. The whole drive there, he tried hard not to think about what he was doing, and how dangerous it might be. Fortunately he knew right where the motel was that Rick had told him about. It was about 20 minutes out of town and Scott frequently had to drive past it during work. When he pulled into the cracked asphalt parking lot, it felt like he was in a dream. He really wanted to shake this feeling, for it all to just feel normal, but somehow he knew it never would.

When he knocked on the door to room 34, it didn't take long at all to get a reply. Rick opened the door and smiled at him, beckoning in with his paw. He was dressed like he'd just gotten off of work, loose button-up shirt, khaki slacks, and a partially undone necktie. "It's almost 9:30 Scott, and here I thought you tech guys were always on time." he joked, closing the door behind them.

"Sorry, I wasn't sure if I..."

"Wasn't sure if you should come?" Rick interrupted. "It's a tough decision kiddo, I've been in your shoes before too. But I'm glad you made this one. Come on, have a seat." he smiled and pat the edge of the motel room bed as he walked by. "You look like you could use a drink." The badger picked up a bottle of dark whisky from the countertop, pouring it into two shot glasses. "Here pup." he said, handing one to the young wolf.

Scott had never actually had liquor before. He'd had a few beers that he'd snuck from his mom, and that one time when he first met Rick, but he'd never actually tried hard booze. It smelled very strong when he sniffed it, but the badger was right, he did need something to calm down. He brought the shot glass up to his muzzle and downed it as quickly as he could. The harsh liquor burned his throat and made his eyes water as he began coughing.

"Hah, it's alright kiddo. It's an acquired taste." the badger laughed, downing his shot with ease.

"No no, I liked it." Scott lied. It tasted terrible, but he didn't want to look like a little kid in front of Rick.

"Sure yah did." Rick grinned, pouring another one. "Well how about you put your money where your mouth is. Up for a little game of truth or dare? Ain't that what the kids are playing these days? Only added rule is, every turn you take a shot. It'll really help break the ice, I promise."

Scott nodded, taking the newly filled shot glass from the badger's paw. "Sure, we could do that."

"Great, well since it's my game I'll go first. I choose truth, give me your best." the badger said, downing his next shot.

"Okay, um, let's see. A minute ago you said you used to be in my shoes. What did you mean by that?" the wolf asked.

"Sharp question. Well the short version is, when I was 18 this country was in a tough spot. I was drafted only days after my birthday and sent overseas. Fortunately because I was an engineer, they kept me as a technician on one of the naval ships and I rarely saw any real battle. But one day, while we were in port, I get propositioned by this old British guy about making some extra money in film. I was flat broke, young, impressionable, so I went for it. What he really wanted was someone to suck his cock in the alleyway behind the theater. I'd never done anything gay before, but the money was good and I was so far from home that no one I knew would ever find out, so I went for it. I never saw that old British guy again, but he really opened my eyes that day. After that, I had plenty of other gay experiences, but I learned a lot about discretion. And seeing you shaking in the motel doorway reminded me a lot of how I felt when that old codger dropped his pants and told me to get down on my knees."

Scott listened attentively and nodded. He's never been in the military and he'd never even left the country, but perhaps Rick and him weren't so different after all. "Wow, how long were you in the military?"

"Uh uh, one truth at a time pup. It's my turn. Truth or dare?" he asked the young wolf.

"Truth." Scott answered, still being cautious.

"Okay, tell me what happened to your real father, and don't forget to take the shot." the badger nodded at the shot glass in his paw.

Scott looked down at the glass, a sinking feeling in his stomach. This wasn't something he liked talking about but, might as well put it all on the table. He downed the shot, smacking his lips and wincing a bit. At least it was easier to swallow than this question. "That's a tough one. Um, he died, when I was just a kid."

"I'm sorry to hear that pup. It's never an easy thing. I lost my dad young too, in the war. He was on the front lines while I was safe underneath the deck in a boat hundreds of miles off the coast. But hey, let's talk about happier things. Give me a dare." Rick replied, trying to end on an upbeat as he took another shot.

"Um..." Scott blushed, looking up at the badger. "I dare you to take off your shirt." he giggled, getting a bit giddy from the liquor.

"Psh, that's it? Easy." Rick stood up, removing his necktie and unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it aside. He had such a nice chest for an older guy. His fur was a bit grizzled, but his chest was broad and his muscles hadn't lost their tone. "Alright, now you."

"Dare." Scott said, grinning and taking another shot.

"Good." the badger grinned. "I dare you to give me a back rub."

The wolf grinned and nodded. "Fine, I can do that." he stood up, coming around behind the badger, nearly stumbling a bit. He could really feel the liquor starting to go this head now. He put his young paws on the badger's back, massaging his shoulders and rubbing down his sides. Rick's muscles were firm and tense, carrying the tense strength that came with his age. Scott had never given a back rub before, and he was probably terrible at it, which quickly became evident when Rick laughed and asked him to stop.

"Hah, okay kiddo, that's good. Hit me with another truth." the badger said, slamming back another shot of whiskey.

Scott flopped on the bed next to him, thinking for a moment. "Why um, why do, did you take those videos? What did you do with 'em?" he asked, tilting his head. The last two times he'd been with Rick, the badger had filmed the whole thing and paid him for it.

"Oh, haha. I'm surprised you didn't ask this sooner. Well, you see, my wife thinks all our income comes from my pension, but..."

"You have a wife?!" Scott exclaimed.

"Haha, yes. Don't worry, she doesn't know about any of this. Like I said, I learned a lot about discretion. Anyway, my pension income isn't worth shit, so I've been making a little extra money on the side making and selling pictures and videos. You're a bit of a celebrity in my circle." he chuckled.

This made Scott blush heavily. The thought of his image and videos being used by other dirty old men to get off, it felt dirty but it really turned him on. "Wow really?"

"Yeah, I've actually had requests for more." he grinned, making the wolf blush even harder.

"Okay, dare!" Scott said, almost forgetting to take another shot, but quickly pouring and downing his fourth.

"I was hoping you'd say that. I dare you to do another photo shoot. I'll pay you of course."

"You're on!" Scott happily leapt up. His cock was already swelling at the thought.

"Now we're in business!" the badger smiled, standing up and getting a camera out of one of the drawers. "I'll give you $10 per photo, $20 per photo when you're naked." he smiled, rubbing the bulge in his pants.

Scott hopped up on the bed, grinning as he posed in front of Rick's camera. He began to do a strip tease, although a bit drunkenly. At this point his nerves and inhibitions were all but gone, so his clothes might as well be too. First he removed his shirt, spending some time playing with his belly and showing off his bulge for the camera. Then he removed his pants, turning over and lifting his tail, showing off his rump through his boxer shorts. Then carefully he removed his underwear, doing several poses for the horny badger, happily clicking away at this camera. He even fingered himself, showing off his loosened tailhole, and pawing his cock in front of the camera.

"Oh hell, puppy. You're somethin' else." Rick groaned.

"Oooh Daddy" Scott gasped as he fingered himself. "I dare you!" he called over his shoulder.

"You dare me to what, puppy?"

"I dare you to fuck your little puppy, fill me with your cum!" he moaned out, pawing himself faster as he lifted his tail.

"Don't you worry pup, Daddy's not gonna let that tailhole go unfilled." he said, setting down the camera and starting to remove his pants. Scott climbed down so he was bending over the bed, panting as he waited for the badger's thick, throbbing cock. Rick took a big swig from the whiskey bottle, holding it in one paw as he lined up behind the teenage wolf. Scott gasped loudly as the old badger pressed his heavy cock into the pup's tailhole. Because of the practice he'd done earlier with the dildo and the numbing of the alcohol, he barely felt any pain at all, immediately begging for it hard and fast.

"Oh yes Daddy, I'm your little puppy bitch!" he cried out, pushing back hard against the badger's cock and taking him strong and deep.

Rick groaned and tossed a thick pile of twenty dollar bills down in front of the wolf's muzzle, "Yeah you are bitch," he growled, tugging on the wolf's tail as he rammed his cock up the pup's backside. "That's for the photos," he growled, and then muffled the wolf with a hundred dollar bill in his paw. "And this is for all things you're gonna let me do to you tonight."

Scott let out a loud muffled moan. His head was swimming from the liquor, but he could feel every deep thrust of the badger's stiff dick entering him. The badger pulled his paw back and spanked him hard, then hilted the wolf deep, flipping him over onto his back. He hoisted Scott's leg up over his shoulder, holding it with one arm as he took a heavy swig of whiskey with the other. Then he poured the last of the bottle into Scott's open, panting muzzle.

The wolf choked and sputtered, most of the liquor spilling out the corners of his mouth. However he managed to swallow some and soon the room started to spin around him. He still felt his ass getting pounded over and over, but the rest of the night became very hazy and he only remembered bits and pieces.

At one point he remembered being down on his knees, licking up at Rick's heavy ball sack while he stroked the badger's cock. He remembered falling water, and being in the shower. More specifically, he remembered being pinned up against the wall of the shower and getting fucked hard from behind. Other than that, it was just remnants of images and settings, bits of flesh or cries of pleasure.

~~~

Scott woke up to a very annoying alarm buzz, which he managed to finally silence by throwing it onto the floor and disconnecting the power cable. His head was killing him. He groaned and slowly got up on his elbows, looking around. He was sprawled across the bed on his belly, completely naked. His clothes were folded in a neat pile at the end of the bed, along with the cash Rick had thrown at him the night before. There was a glass of water and a folded note sitting on the desk, but otherwise no sign of Rick.

Slowly the young wolf rose to his feet, holding his throbbing head. Every muscle in his body ached and his rump was particularly sore. If this was what a hangover felt like, he'd never drink again. He took the cup of water and began sipping slowly as he read the note.

"Puppy, you rocked my world last night. In case we're counting, I came in your ass three times. Sorry I misjudged your capacity for liquor. Just keep up on the water and you'll be fine. I also have a new opportunity I think you'll be perfect for. 1324 Black Cherry Road, tell them you're there to take care of the laptop. Signed, Daddy."