In Your Place (M/M)
"In Your Place"
by H. A. Kirsch
Disclaimer: this is porn. It's not really erotica, just porn. It is an experiment, writing in a combination of present-tense and script format. It also furthers the stereotype that foxes are useless sluts. Actually, they aren't useless, since sluts are good at having sex and that's useful. In any case, I find this erotic, and don't actually think all foxes are sluts. Although it features Hawk and Chad from my "Under The Devil's Eye" story, it's not related.
I would like to thank two foxy friends of mine for being the source of inspiration for this. You know who you are.
[You are relaxing, sitting on a cushion, enjoying being a fox and having to do absolutely nothing useful at the moment. You are also erect and wanting, as it has been some time... the door opens, the heavy clop of boot heels pricking your ears. The smell of wolf.]
"A wolf comes in, and what does the fox do? Nothing."
"Oh? What do you expect me to do? Jump on your big, black cock?"
[You grin, looking at the wolf upside down, just a black shadow from the light spilling in the door. He closes it, and you roll onto your stomach, tail waving slowly as if to pounce. You murr mockingly.]
"No, I expect you to kiss the paw of your wolf."
[The wolf holds out his fist, glove-clad knuckles towards you. You roll your eyes, shift and sit up, grudgingly hiding the erection between your legs.]
"Yes, your highness..."
[You lick the wolf's glove leather, still mocking, kissing each one of the big knuckles under the hide, taking a moment to sniff at the crease between each finger. The gloves are short, snug riding gloves, jet black, the tough smooth hide unmarred by points on the back. The scent stirs you. The wolf's paw smells like he jerked off earlier. Like salt, remnants of a luxurious diet, the pungent sweat-musk of an uncut shaft, sour wolf-spit, sweet preseed and musky spunk, and then the leather. Dusty, the spice of oils, a faint hint of the sulfur-stink of the original chemical treatment. Your mouth waters. The wolf opens his paw and turns it, pushing the palm against your tongue.]
"I thought about foxes while doing it this morning. And guess what? Tugging on my big wolf-cock didn't do anything about being aroused."
[You sigh and lap at the open palm like a puppy, cleaning off the dried, faint stains of a wolf's struggle to spill himself. The leather glistens with your spit after a few moments.]
"Oh really? What did you think foxes were doing for you, sexy wolf?"
[The wolf pulls his paw away, running it through your neck and face-fur until the hide is glossy and polished.]
"Kiss my boot while I tell you about it, fox. And don't talk like that. Makes you sound like a cheap street bitch."
[The wolf cracks his knuckles as a threat, the sound muted by leather. You shudder but get down on all fours and nuzzle at the leather, kissing the toe of the wolf's boot. They're tall riding boots, with a cowboy heel and a sharp square toe, ornate ankle bracelet that rattles with each heavy step. They smell like dust and leather and polish.]
[The wolf growls, pleased as he sits and puts on his air of wolf royalty, pushing his boot up against your snout.]
" First, I need to get properly dressed... so the fox would brush my fur down, give me my leather pants, sit on his haunches and wait. He'd hold my boots as I slid my feet into them, carefully buff any minor problems from the leather, polish them for me. if needed."
[The wolf straightens his vest, heavy and smooth leather squeaking faintly.]
"Then he would hand me my leather coat, watch as I slide into it. Then my gloves, the subservient bitch wagging his tail expectantly as the leather slides over my paws..."
[You grin and lick the alpha's boots, leather shining with spit, glossing with the stroke of a slender black muzzle.]
"Mmm, like a proper royal wolf, having his foxy slave wait on his every move. Very nice."
[You take a cue from the story and get on your haunches as you worship, bushy tail waving on the floor.
The wolf's pants are leather codpiece pants, the snap-on pouch, throbbing with wolf cock, the fat head clearly visible under the expensive smooth hide.]
"Next, I'd slide a thick collar around his neck, call him a good little fox as I locked it on, then hand him a harness and tell him to strap himself with it, my own hand holding my maleness firm and hidden beneath my leathers.
"I'd snap on a leash and wind it around a gloved paw, then lead the fox out in front of me for a walk. Show off my new pet foxy."
[You shiver as you continue to clean the glorious wolf's leather, leaning against one of his boots as you work the other, a black paw reaching back to fool with the skin over your cock, the head a glistening mess.]
"Mmmrrgh, showing off your new harnessed, collared bitch eh?-"
[The wolf catches you under the chin with the toe of his other boot, urging you to move up the shaft towards his knee]
"Paws behind your back, fox. And good foxes stay quiet."
[He uses the toe to whack your muzzle as a threat., then slips a cigar tube out of an inside vest pocket, along with a lighter. He bites off the cap and slips the cigar out, lighting it in a smooth motion, a cloud of smoke hissing out between teeth.]
" I wouldn't let anyone play with the fox, just march him around to show off my new possession. Let the other wolves stare and hang their tongues down to their feet.
"I'd take him back home to the room, and give him a little reward, maybe a bowl of water. I'd cuff his hands back to the harness behind him, hold him by the leash in front of a mirror, and watch him drink like a housepet."
[You obey the wolf, wincing a little at the tap the muzzle. You work your tongue up his boot to the knee, cleaning and worshipping the leather there, while your paws move behind your back. Your tail whips back and forth. Your pulsing cock is drooling long strands of pre down to the floor as you serve.
He moves your muzzle up to the inside of his thigh with a gloved paw, then leans back again.]
" I don't think the fox has been used much, so it's time to change that. I'd use one of those dildos you can stick to things - attach it to a wall, tell the fox to back up onto it. Being a fox, he would complain, so I would tan him with a riding crop until he's whimpering, chest pressed to the floor, pushing his tailhole against the fake dick he licked wet himself."
[You whimper, longing to touch your aching hard cock, but you keeps your hands behind your back like a good pet. The wolf could do all sorts of nasty things, burn you between the legs with that cigar, make you clean him everywhere, spit on the floor and make you like it up... Then you imagine pushing that toy into your tight barely used little hole, wincing at how it would stretch you, lust and his desire to not be whipped making you take more and more... You lick and nibbles at the inside of the wolf's thigh, catching a whiff of his malenes. You almost lose your balance. The wolf grabs hold of your headfur, pulling your nose right up to the bulging leather of his codpiece.]
" I'd feel around his tailhole as he pushed back and forth on that massive fake prick, reach under and stroke his balls, tell him how much of a good fox he was. I'd let him lick my fingers while he did it, to get more familiar with the leather and scent of his master..."
[You let out a long whimper, starting to lick the wolf's codpiece with long slow licks, feeling the bulge of the cock-flesh under the leather. You nuzzle his balls through the hide, licking hard, loving the feel of how erect the lupine is under his gear.]
"Oh yes...treat your bitch like the animal he is..."
[The wolf clenches up his paws as you lick, leather creaking, the bulge shifting and throbbing as you wet the leather with your spit. He keeps teasing, talking around his cigar, pausing now and then to take it out and send smoke up to the ceiling.]
"Obviously he'd shoot on the floor, since a fox can never restrain himself. I'd pull him off the toy and wrap a gloved paw around his snout, shove his nose down in the puddle and make him lick up his
own seed. Bad fox. Bad, dirty fox. A little slut who can't even control himself for his master. Look at him lick up his own spunk like a dog."
[The wolf unsnaps his codpiece slowly, paw clenching with a squeak in your headfur, keeping you just an inch from the meat as he exposes it, the length slimy and sweaty, reeking of his previous load]
"I'd slide his arms into a binder, pull them up above his head, latch his wrists and paws up to a chain from the ceiling, pull it tight enough that he could just barely stand on the tips of his claws. Lick at his lips before sliding a leather muzzle around his snout, bite at his neck to assert myself. Lick my own gloved fingers, curl just the thumb and index around his cock, stroke the slackening shaft, careful to tease especially around the too-sensitive head, another finger tugging and pushing around at his helpless tailhole."
[You squeeze your ass tight, imagining yourself in such a position,
at the wolf's total mercy..]
[The wolf wraps his other paw around his cock, starting to slowly milk it, pulling the black foreskin over the slimy, swollen head, more fluid pushing out as he milks himself, making a shameless show of it.]
"I'd move behind him, still teasing his foxcock, and lower the chain until he had to bend over, held up and uncomfortable, legs taut and flexed to keep from falling. I'd stroke his muscles through the fur, gloved fingers lifting up his tail, holding it as my swollen, aching cock pushes against his tailhole. 'If you don't want me to do this, fox, just say so. I won't.' And he can't say so, and so I'd push inside anyway, bigger than the toy, bigger than the fox ever had before."
[You whimper again, aching from the thought of taking something so huge, not like there would be any choice in the matter- even the previous stretching from the toy wouldn't help as you were claimed, taken by the big wolf, used like a toy, whimpering into the muzzle, drooling, aching, being filled inch after inch, stretched wider and wider, until you can't take any more, then wider and deeper still...]
[The wolf is jerking himself in front of your face now, glove leather wet with slick pre, the sound wet and lewd as he forces his fingers over the cockhead, down the shaft.]
"I'd arch my back, gloved paws up behind my head, crack the knuckles as I move in to the hilt, the fox hung by his arms, bent and back arched painfully, the other end held steady by ten inches of wolf. I'd draw back, thrust forward until hips hit fox rump, growl as I start to make up a rhythm that drags the fox back and forth, the excess chain above rattling. There's a mirror on each wall, and I'd be careful to orient so that the fox can't look away, can't not see himself shamefully used up the asshole."
[You whimper and look up at the wolf from below his cock, mouth open wide, lust in your eyes. The thoughts of being so used, so degraded, make you breathe heavier, your cock throbbing and
squirting.]
[The wolf growls and snarls, teeth bared as he pumps himself, heavy balls drawing right up to the base of his cock.]
"I'd thrust hard, sure to knock the fox forward, force him to swing back, my cock nearly leaving him.. and then I'd pull out, beat myself off, swearing at the fox... swearing at him as I paint his asshole.. urrgh.. spurt all over his dirty little stretched hole..."
[The wolf stops talking and lets out a groaning howl, a fountain of seed spurting out of his cock, landing all over your face, the load sticky and hot, not a watery first shot of the day but the result of overworked, strained balls. The lupine snorts around his cigar, puffing hard, making up a cloud that slowly dissipates along with his spurting climax.]
[The wolf then grabs you by the scruff, pulling you up off your knees. He grabs your cock and milks it a couple times, smearing it with seed]
"Do it all over yourself."
[You instantly lose control, howling a thin vulpine howl, seed arcing up and across the room, landing against the wall and the floor with lewd splats, tail whacking down against the floor, brushing back and forth over one of the wolf's boots. He lets you go, leaning back, spent cock hanging over his leathers, puffing languidly on the cigar.]
"Master... Master Hawk.."
"Chad, you're a dirty whore. Don't call me master unless I tell you to."
"You told me to, uh... sorry."
"Don't apologize."
"God, you're such a hot wolf.."
[The wolf puffs on the cigar, standing up and stretching. He paces around the room.]
"Yeah, yeah, everyone tells me that. You want a bite or somethin'? I'm hungry."
[Suddenly, you're not just a fox, but you're you, empty-stomached and sitting on the floor of an empty room in the wolf's new house. He just unpacked his leathers, you were brushing your tail at him, and both of you were now worn out from sex and moving furniture.]
"Sure, sure... sure. Yeah."
[There aren't real words to use any more, since they all leaked out of your cock. You are now content, once more.]