Breaking the Dog
Simon Malkin was slouched in the antique red and gold arm chair, deep purple silk shirt only halfway buttoned to leave his masculine chest exposed, legs lewdly spread in black slacks, and dark sunglasses covering his eyes as he rested his jaw on a fist with all the lazy self assurance of a bored deity on his throne. The rich sheen from the fabrics only enhanced the wolf's pale colorless fur, making him seem to glow as he quietly pondered the situation that he'd arranged before him, waiting for his guest to wake up.
The black and white husky was tied on a short oak piano bench, belly and chest resting on top of it while his wrists and knees were bound to the sturdy wooden legs and decoratively carved clawed feet. His head drooped over the end of the end of the bench in quiet slumber, tongue lolling out and a small trickle of drool occasionally dripped onto the tiled floor. That firm white furred ass, tail naturally curled up on his back, was pleasantly oriented towards the wolf and served as the room's only decoration other than Simon's chair. Simon decided that he had waited long enough, (the drugs should have worn off by now), and cleared his throat, shattering the silence.
The husky jerked awake with an uncomfortable groan that grew into a startled yelp as he discovered that he could not move. It didn't take much longer to realize he was naked and he whimpered, curling his tail down between his legs to try to retain some modesty. The wolf chuckled coldly from his chair, amused at the other's discomfort. "Comfy, Brandon?" the words were harsh, mocking.
The husky's ears flattened further at the sound of that voice and his name and craned his head to focus at Simon. "You! What the hell are you doing? Let me go!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Brandon. You used me last time I saw you, and then you even tried to hurt me. I think it's time to repay the favor."
Brandon whimpered, eyes growing wide and fur bristling at the cold tone of that once warm voice. He jerked and tried to move the heavy bench, but it barely moved, the legs gave only the tiniest creak against the floor. He started to babble, "L..look. I'm sorry... I didn't mean those things I said! You have to believe me Simon... I didn't know. I was confused and angry, and stupid..."
Normally Simon wouldn't have minded listening to that voice and the fear that it held, but he wanted a slightly different tone. He cut the husky off. "I'm afraid I've already made up my mind, I'm keeping you, Brandy. And really, who's going to come after you? I was the only one helping you out, then you thought you met someone else who would take care of you and they don't even want you anymore."
Brandon winced, both at the nickname and at the hard truth of the matter. "So I'm going to be your fuck toy now? Is that what this is about? Because if you'd just asked I would have let you before... Just let me go, Simon. I won't call the cops or tell anyone about this if you just let me go." His voice was full of desperation as he tried to talk tough and show how unconcerned he was, but his eyes frantically darting around the room to try to find an escape. There were windows but they only showed a wall of trees on the other side of the yard. No busy roads, no nosy neighbors he might be able to call out to. His stomach knotted nervously as he broke down into a soft whine.
Simon chuckled, lifting his sunglasses slightly to peer at Brandon with blood red eyes. "Brandy, you are just a dog. You aren't my guest and you certainly aren't my friend anymore. I don't have to spare your feelings when I tell you that I am not the least bit frightened of anything you could possibly do, and that you would most definitely fuck up anything you tried." He lowered his glasses again, the brief unprotected exposure to the sunlight filtering in through the windows had proved to be enough for one day. With an authoritative snap he summoned the two guard dogs that had been sitting quietly behind him at the door to come sit at his feet, wagging their tails and snuffling at Simon in quiet worship. "You remember Cetus and Ming, don't you, Brandy?"
The husky stared nervously at the pair of animals. Cetus, (the rottweiler that had never liked him, the far more aggressive of the pair, the one who always growled at him), just glared back, black lips twitching back to offer glances at vicious fangs. Ming, the black german shepherd, gave him a brief glance before looking back up at his master, Simon, tail wagging from hearing his name spoken fondly. If the wolf let him run but set the dogs on him he would have no chance of making it out. Ming could more than easily overtake him and while he was all set with holding someone until Simon got there, Cetus, who was never too far behind, always went in for the kill. The dogs were a formidable pair; no one had ever trespassed in the year that Brandon had lived with Simon, and they had once offered a feeling of security. Now they only filled him with dread. What he heard next made his heart sink and tears come to his eyes. Simon's cheery voice, addressing his two pets in a sing song voice as if they were his children. "Do you two want to play? Who are my good boys?"
Brandon screwed his eyes shut, ears flattened against his head as he waited for the feel of fangs ripping him apart, his heart thumping as he heard the wolf get up out of his chair and slowly walk to him. He jerked the bench into another small muffled squeak as he felt a paw gently petting him behind the ears and moving down his back, his eyes flew open and he tried to pull away. Simon continued to pet him, ignoring his struggles as he added his other hand to gently caress the husky's soft fur and slide over his body as if he owned it. He did own it after all. A cruel grin twisted the wolf's lips as he lowered a hand to jerk that protective tail out of the way so he could roughly grab the testicles Brandon had been trying so hard to hide away.
The husky couldn't suppress the startled yelp at the jerk that soon followed, his tail jerking fruitlessly against the paw that held it up and out of the way. He screwed his eyes shit even tighter, whimpering and struggling against the bonds, face burning with shame at the way he was being handled, but even more so at the sudden involuntary heat he felt in his loins from the roughness that caused his penis to give a shy peak out of its sheath.
Simon found the situation incredibly amusing, the rough laughter he produced made that plain enough. He shifted his paw to roughly squeeze and stroke that awakening dick, coaxing until it stood bright red at attention, sliding and bumping the undersurface of the bench that the husky was bound to. The subconscious jerking of the husky's hips at the attention his cock was receiving despite the quiet fearful and shamed whimpers and cries sent Simon's blood rushing and made his pants uncomfortably hot. He stood, left paw still maintaining a firm grip on the husky's tail as he began to unfasten his pants with his right, and called out for Ming.
The brief respite was all that Brandon needed to start sobbing, body quivering on the bench like a dried leaf in the wind. The eager sniffing and curious flicks of Ming's tongue at his rear made the husky's muscles tighten nervously, but though he started to cry the word no over and over again under his breath his dick only got harder and small droplets of precum decorated its tip. Simon kicked away his slacks and moved to stand infront of his guest, looking down as he stroked his pale erect cock just infront of those closed eyes, blue and red blood vessels standing out sharply against the pale colorless flesh pulsing with life and lust.
With one last lick Ming reared up and onto Brandon's back, forelegs scratching and grasping firm at his sides; the dog carelessly prodded with his dick until, when his tip hit the center of Brandon's anus, he thrust himself home, tail wagging with carnal delight as hips hips pounded frantically. Brandon opened his mouth to scream as soon as that burning, tearing pain hit him, but it was quickly silenced as he began to choke on Simon's dick. The wolf had released his grip on the tail to wrap his paws firmly on his victim's jaws to prevent any biting. The convulsions of the husky's body and throat as he cried and gagged elicited a pleased moan from Simon, who relaxed his grip so he could gently pet those folded ears. He quietly soothed as he caressed, "Good dog, suck daddy's dick like a good boy and everything will be ok. Bite me, and I'll rip off your jaw so you can't do it again."
Brandon blinked open his frightened silvery blue eyes that were bloodshot with tears and nodded, head bobbing on the dick that threatened to choke him. The whimpering pleads and muffled cries that accompanied the hot tongue that desperately caressed his dick left Simon panting, hips raggedly thrusting against that maw. He eye Ming who had finished his rampant thrusting to rest panting on Brandon's back, chest heaving from his earlier effort, penis still locked inside. He gruffly commanded the dog down and Brandon began to choke and scream as that swollen knot made its way past his sphincter and was slowly pried out with a gush of stinging hot dog semen and blood in its wake. Brandon's jaw and throat were sore when Simon pulled his dick out and for a moment he thought that Simon has finished with him, but then the larger wolf was on his back like the dog before him, shoving his sizable dick into that ravaged anus. He gave a few hard thrusts, eliciting a pained gasping moan with each of those before he craned his head behind him, swept his tail out of the way, patted his own back, and called out softly, "Cetus you've been such a patient good boy."
The rottweiler jumped eagerly onto his master's back and pounded his rapidly swelling member home, blunt claws scratching at the husky's back as he gripped his gasping master. The large burly dog's thrusts were powerful enough to move the wolf's dick inside of the husky, sending gasps and moans escaping from both of them, (though Simon's were far more lusty and pleased). The wolf whimpered softly at the sensation his teeth sinking into Brandon's shoulder sharply enough to draw blood. The clenching muscles around his dick and the metallic taste of blood on the top of his tongue made the wolf growl in delight and he pulled his maw away to gently tend to the spot with his tongue. He reveled in the pounding he both received and gave, and he felt generous enough to lower a paw to wrap around the husky's swollen and semen leaking. It took just one soft touch there to bring Brandon screaming into a painful orgasm, muscles tightening and body spasming beneath the wolf. The sudden and intense feeling brought Simon to a climax of his own into that pulsing body, his own knot and the weight of the dog that still pounded into his ass kept him secured and panting in a haze of euphoria and sweat.
Cetus took longer to finish than Ming had, and when he had finally finished Simon slowly pulled himself out, his tail wagging as he listened to Brandon trying to suppress his whimpers and cries. "Enjoy yourself, Brandy? Its ok, I'll be sure to let you have some more fun later on."
Ignoring the mess of cum and blood (both on himself and the floor) he grabbed a knife from the pocket of his discarded pants and cut his guest free of his bonds. Brandon would have run, but even if he'd had the energy he could not have brought himself to do so. Those words still stung in his ears, his cheeks still burned, his ass still ached, and his dick only wanted more. Tears streamed down his face as the wolf grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged his limp form through the door, down the hallway, and into an empty room with barred windows and a pile of blankets on the floor, he tossed the dog in and shut the door door behind him, leaving Brandon in darkness with the trailing sound of his voice. "Good night, Brandy. See you tomorrow."
Alone, the husky reached a paw to grab his sheath, and without thinking, he started to stroke himself back into an erection. He was fully hard and thrusting madly into his hand when he realized what he was doing, and then he couldn't stop himself, could only cry and hump his paw as if it could somehow save him until he exhausted himself out and sleep stole him away.