Trial Shift
Sable here, at long last! I've been away for far too long, it would seem >.o
This was initially supposed to be my first 'extreme' submission, but I ended up writing a more vanilla version which I grew to like so here it is! Look out for the original (watersports) version which I'll post tomorrow, if that's your thing; if not, then have at it with this one. Do excuse me if I've overlooked anything in proof-reading; I seem to be pretty good at missing stuff. I just wanted to write something with a bratty sub character, so here we are! :3
This submission contains some dom/sub stuff and little bits of violence/pain here and there, so be warned. If you don't like what's in the tags then... yeah, you know the drill. Nothing too extreme, though.
EEEEEEENJOY
A quick, relieved breath escaped Braden as the elevator dinged open to reveal a long, quiet hallway.
No chatter; no puke-beige walls; no ringing phones; no sullen accountants. Just a silent corridor. Braden clasped his paws together in prayer and thanked whatever deity was responsible for not leading him to some other dreadful open-plan office or, worse yet, call centre.
Oh wait, that would be Zoe. Thank you, Zoe. He had only had to endure two call centre jobs so far, but that was two call centre jobs more than any person should have to face. And the office job? It was never really a problem with the work itself, as boring as it was - it was more of a people problem. Or as they put it: a Braden-and-people problem. But it wasn't exactly Braden's fault he wasn't going to put up with disrespectful managers and asshole colleagues; just because they had no backbone, didn't mean he was going to take their shit. Respect was a two-way street.
Of course, this mentality lost him both of his jobs. But he would rather be poor than be treated like a doormat.
_That's easy to say when I'm making all the fucking money,_Zoe would say.
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper the receptionist gave him.
MR ALEXANDER BANKS
ROOM 2107
He looked at the name on the door in front of him.
2107
MR DR BANKS
Close enough. He knocked on the door, the final rasp sending a sudden bolt of anxiety down him. He hoped this wouldn't be too hard; he really needed the money. It didn't help that he had no idea what he was applying for, but that wasn't important - not according to Zoe. That meant if he fucked this one up, it would be her fault for being so vague - at least that way he wouldn't have to put up with her moaning.
Having received no answer, Braden nudged the door open to find an empty but spacious... oh wow - really goddamn nice office. One of those offices that look like they belong to a CEO or manager or someone just really important - someone way more important than Braden is, was, or probably ever will be. The walls were adorned with art and bookshelves, an immaculate Cuban mahogany desk sitting in the center of the room and the whole place was just... nice.
While Braden's interest was officially piqued, he couldn't help but feel incredibly out of place, like a peasant in a palace.
'That was a metaphor way too close to reality,' he thought.
He sniffed around the room, hoping to find a hint as to who this guy might be. All knowledge of the job he was applying for was right in front of him, and he wasted no time finding some hints as to what it may be and - who knows - maybe get a head start on the interview.
The shelves were loaded with books about computers, software, and whole heap of things Braden had literally no idea about. Great. This whole situation was already looking dire. Again, he considered just turning around and leaving, but that sort of attitude hadn't done him any good the past few months.
Suddenly, something unexpected distracted him from his thoughts. He approached the window, in awe of the sight beyond - God damn, what a view! The shiba stared out onto the city below. The building he was in stood at the end of a major road and loomed above other buildings in the district; he was in the heart, looking down onto the roads like they were the veins of the city.
Actually, working here doesn't seem bad at all, he thought to himself. A nice office, an awesome view, right in the financial district... but surely there was no way he'd be working in this specific office. He'd probably be put in some shitty cubicle a couple of floors down with all of the other plebeians and be forced to stare at spreadsheets for weeks on end again. Ugh. Same old, same old.
"Admiring the view?"
"Ah!" The voice tore Braden from his thoughts as he turned to face the figure standing in the doorway. "Uhh..." He scrambled to compose himself. "Yeah, it's, uh, pretty cool." He looked the figure up and down - a black wolf, young, well-built... actually quite attractive. No, very attractive; Braden's heart was still fluttering from surprise, but suddenly he wasn't sure if there was a little of bit of something else in there, too. "The, uh, whole office is pretty nice. I'm assuming you're Mr. Banks, yeah?"
"Doctor Banks, yes. And you're Braden?" The wolf's eyes scanned the shiba inu, a grin on his face - what was he smiling about? "Zoe's told me much about you."
Zoe? Fuck, what does he know?
"Oh no..." He gushed without thinking. "I mean, yeah, that's me alright."
The wolf approached him, his tall, broad figure towering over the little dog. "Nice to meet you!" He extended a paw for a handshake.
"You're, uh, younger than your office would have me believe," Began Braden, a wisp of intimidation shooting through him as he looked up at the figure he was now shaking paws with.
"Oh? So Zoe's told you about me already?" The wolf cocked his head.
"Oh, no, I just..." Was looking through your personal belongings while you were out of the room and assumed you'd be some big-shot fifty plus CEO? Nice one, Braden. "... thought by the contents of the room... you might be might have been older? I dunno." Braden swallowed and thought of how to salvage the conversation. "It's... it's a real nice office."
"You went snooping through my room when I was out?" The wolf narrowed his eyes and a sudden fear overcame the tiny shiba. "Nosey little puppy!" He giggled, his aggressive aura dispersing to joviality. "Come over here and take a seat." He signalled Braden towards the desk, smiling.
_Nosey little puppy? That's condescending, but alright._Braden bit his tongue and remained silent.
Taking their seats, the two sat across from each other and Alex booted up his PC.
"So, what I was thinking was..." He trailed off, his eyes fixed on the monitor, as a look of confusion washed over his face. "Shit. One second." A few seconds of worried clicks and some frantic typing later, he rolled his eyes. "Ah, fuck it, I'll do it later." He hit the power button. "Stupid goddamn thing's, like, eight years old."
"Uh... okay." Braden didn't mean to sound as bewildered by the apparent boss's unprofessionalism, as he actually was. Not that he minded; it's not like he had any right to judge him for that observation.
"Since the PC's decided it doesn't want to work again, I guess we'll have to cut straight to the chase. What was next on the agenda? Ah, yes, what I was thinking was to have you on for a trial shift."
"A trial shift?" Braden's ears perked a little in surprise. "Aren't you gonna, like, interview me first or some shi-... or something?"
"Pfft," The wolf chuckled before he leaned in and grinned an almost sinister grin. "I know all I need to know already."
What kind of mind game is this?
"Uh, right," Braden adjusted himself upright and folded his arms. "I think there's been a bit of miscommunication somewhere here. Zoe told me I was just here to scope out the place and maybe have a short interview but a trial shift? She never said anything about that. And what do you mean you already know stuff? Is that supposed to intimidate me? Because it isn't."
"But it clearly is." replied the wolf without a second thought, a small, unflinching smile at the edges of his muzzle. "Take a chill pill, man, jeez. No reason for such... hostility."
"The fuck? Don't speak to me like that!" Braden stood up and loomed over the wolf in a sudden tantrum, before the wolf also stood up, towering twice the size over the shiba. The two froze for a moment, unsure of what to do or say; Braden was already considering how he'd make his sudden exit, but for some reason, found himself almost entranced by the glare of the wolf. Alex sighed.
"Braden..." he paused, and flashed the dog a very unsure look. "Alright. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rile you up like that." He sat back down and urged the shiba to do the same. "Take a seat. I'll do some explaining."
Braden was caught in a moment of disbelief as he slowly returned to his seat; the wolf had apologised for something that was completely the fault of the shiba's own red hot temper. The gesture wouldn't have meant much to the average person, but even that single apology was something Braden wasn't used to at all. Completely aware of how kind of pathetic it was to feel how he did, Braden was flattered; that single gesture of understanding was a change in tone from all of his other bosses. Maybe this guy wasn't too bad after all; he was friends with Zoe too! That is, of course, if this guy was actually the boss, and if he was actually friends with Zoe, as opposed to some distant acquaintance whose success she caught wind of and begged to take him under his wing out of desperation.
"So, I'm Zoe's friend, Alex," He spoke up before Braden could become lost in a spiral of self-deprecating angst-ridden thoughts again. "I'm the, uh... manager of the software department here, which is essentially to say floors twenty through twenty three are my bitch." He winked.
Uh...
"But I'm sure you don't really care all that much, right?"
"No, I totally do." Braden lied, unintentional sarcasm shining through again. "I mean... whatever. You're the manager, I get it. And you're like... how old?"
"Twenty six."
"Dude, what the hell? Let me guess, you inherited this position or something? Like, your dad's the CEO and now you've taken over his-"
"My dad's dead." Alex replied, a no-bullshit look across his face.
"Oh." A very heavy silence filled the room. "I'm sorry."
"KIDDING!" The wolf burst into laughter. "Nah, I just got lucky. I just have this job because I'm pretty good at it, if I do say so myself."
The fuck is wrong with this guy? The shiba stared straight-faced at him. Oh well, at least it's a change from every single other boss I've ever had.
"Anyway, yeah, I know Zoe through a website-"
"A website?" The shiba interrupted, his ears immediately perking fully upright. Could it be-? "Which website?"
"It's not important." Another grin quickly spread across the wolf's muzzle. This one was different; it was a knowing grin, a grin that sent a sliver of uncertainty and what felt like fear down the shiba, who could only gulp and send the thought to the back of his mind for now. "I'll explain later."
"S-sure," grumbled the shiba, a hint of caution in his voice.
"Anyway, I was speaking to Zoe, and she was telling me of your troubles finding employment." He leaned in and rested his elbows on the table, making a small arch with his paws. "She tells me you have a few... behavioural issues, yeah?" Before Braden could even flinch in response, the wolf made sure to cut him off. "But by the sounds of things you just haven't found somewhere that isn't total shit, with people who treat you with respect - would you agree?"
"I... guess," he began after a thoughtful pause. "But I mean... yeah, I do have a few issues too - that's undeniable. I really do try to hold it together, but it's just... everyone's such a dick, y'know? I mean, I was fired from my last job because I got a little bit, um, angry, after some dude called me a slanty-eyed fuck. It was the goddamn supervisor too! I mean, yeah, I threw my stapler at him which was unacceptable, I'll admit, but he didn't even get a reprimand, so I just left. And by 'just left,' I mean quit before I was fired - just so it would look better on paper, I guess. Then I threw the stapler off him too."
The wolf exploded into cackles, a wisp of his contagious laughter spreading to the dog.
"Plus, it's just the whole... atmosphere. They all treated me like I was dumb. I'm not dumb, I'm just a little emotionally compromised and too lazy to do anything about it is all. I've kind of just reached my wit's end. That's why I snapped at you earlier." He paused. "I'm sorry for that, by the way."
Apologising was a once-in-a-blue-moon event for Braden, but whatever. He was trying.
"It's totally okay." Assured the wolf, a warm smile across his face. "And you're not dumb at all. You're actually quite intelligent... you have a real sense of self-awareness."
"Thanks." The shiba inu had absolutely no idea what to say; he didn't handle flattery or, come to think of it, any method of conversation with authority figures that didn't involve arguments or confrontation, well. By his standards, this was some of the most flattery he had received in ages, which, all things considered, was kind of weird. Except for Zoe, of course - but that was different. "Anyway, what's the deal? I don't so much mind being a desk jockey, if need be, as long as you're not gonna be all racist like the last dude. Am I, like, an office assistant or something?" He shooed away the compliments, unable to deal with any more, as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
The wolf cleared his throat and reached into one of his desk drawers. "I suppose you could call it that, but that makes it sound... boring."
"With all due respect, Mister Banks-"
"Doctor Banks." He interrupted, to Braden's silent.
"Yeah, whatever," he growled, a growing irritation noticeable in his voice. "But as I was saying - with all due respect, I've yet to find a job that doesn't make me want to kill myself. So I'm totally used to it."
"Well, maybe this-" he produced a thick bundle of pages. "- will be the first!" The pile landed with a thump in front of Braden. "This is basically the, er, terms and conditions. You'll find the job description inside. Give it a read, and if you have any questions, I'm right here!"
The shiba grunted. "Ugh, this is so much." He flicked through it quickly. "Do I have to read it all?"
"Nah, just the first five pages." The wolf began to drum his nails against the surface. "Although I really do recommend-"
"Yeah, I get it, cool." He began skimming the pages. "Why does your title say 'Doctor,' anyway?"
"I have a doctorate in software engineering," he beamed. "And since this is my department, I'm allowed to use the title, so I might as well, y'know?"
"I guess," murmured the shiba as he flicked the page, his eyes on the document. "But sorry if I accidentally forget, I mean, if you were a real doctor it would be easier."
"I _am_a real doctor," growled Alex, trying - and failing - to hide his irritation. "I have a doctorate. That makes me a doctor." He spoke as if speaking to a child, which rubbed Braden up the wrong way once again.
He held up his paws, dropping the document. "Don't shoot me, bro," he droned, not so much angry as sarcastic. "Aw man, I lost my place." He sighed as he picked the document back up and skipped straight to the end.
"Uh, I would really read the whole thing if I were you-"
"I read some of it."
"But did you read the part-"
"Yes!" Snapped Braden. The wolf's eyes widened and - there it was - that stupid grin again. "Whatever, I signed it anyway. Now what?"
"Now?" Smiled the wolf. "Now... now," he never finished his sentence as he leaned in. He locked eyes with the shiba for a time long enough to make even the stubborn dog shift uncomfortably and avert his own gaze, before the 'doctor' fell back in his seat and sat in another few seconds of staring, grinning silence, as if under the influence of some narcotic.
"Dude..." Braden broke the silence, unable to bear the enigmatically mischievous behaviour of his apparent new boss. "Are you okay? You're acting waaaay weird."
Silently, the wolf rose from his chair and sauntered to the door. A click sounded as it locked and suddenly the office seemed a lot more... constricting.
"Now,_Braden, I'll tell you a little bit about _my job," he approached the shiba from behind, then placed a paw on his shoulder as he stopped and loomed beside him. Braden looked up at him - uncomfortably, to say the least. "It's hard to explain," the wolf tugged the shiba upwards, and with no other option but to obey, he stood up. "But it goes a little..." Now Alex loomed so close that Braden could smell his natural, male scent beneath his cologne and his curly tail winced a little in intimidation. "... Like this."
By the time it happened, Braden had already seen it coming; but aside from being completely powerless to prevent the kiss, he was frozen in place as he panicked in silent disbelief. In a sudden, breathless second, Alex's paw reached around the back of the shiba's head and pulled him into his muzzle, their lips meeting for a second before Braden's adrenaline was kicked up to maximum capacity. With his heartbeat pounding like a D&B bassline, Braden shoved the wolf back, the rebound sending the shiba over the chair behind him.
"Wh-what the fuck!?" Braden stuttered as he scrambled away from the wolf on his paws and feet, looking up at the looming, sinister figure that approached him. "Dude, the fuck is wrong with you?"
"It's not what's wrong with me that's the problem," The wolf advanced towards him, now towering over the helpless dog that found himself backed up against the door. "It's you." Alex pulled Braden up and pressed him against the door with such force it almost broke.
"G-get off me!" Braden choked, attempting a swing at the lupine figure, who blocked it mid-air and stared deeply into him.
"I know _exactly_how you work, you little bitch," growled the wolf, his eyes narrowing and hints of a grin at the corners of his muzzle. "And I'm gonna make sure I use that knowledge to set you straight, you undisciplined brat!"
Zoe. Fucking Zoe told him everything!
"F-fuck you!"
"What, you don't like it?" The black figure sneered, taking Braden's crotch into his paw and giving the stiffening bulge a squeeze. "You're half hard already? Wow, that's almost impressive. And you're gonna tell me you don't want this?"
The dog's eyes met with the wolf's in a moment of silence. Braden didn't respond; he couldn't. Worst of all, he didn't want to, because this was the most excited he had felt in so long.
"That's what I thought."
Suddenly, the shiba found his lips meeting with the wolf's again, the grip on his shirt tightening as he pulled him in. Their muzzles parted and in an adrenaline-fueled haze, the wolf forced the shiba into submission with his tongue. Braden struggled and squirmed but couldn't help his own muscle fighting back against the invader, instinctive whimpers escaping the heated dog as he fell deep into the kiss, the lupine figure's imposing aggression sending a suffocating sense of arousal down him as the tongues explored every inch of each other's warm, gasping interiors.
Eventually, Alex pulled back and yanked down the trembling shiba's pants, his erect member springing out as he burned up with embarrassment beneath his tan fur.
"Looks like I was right, huh?"
"Wh-whatever," a defeated Braden stuttered as his conqueror's paws found their way onto his shoulders and pushed him down. He kicked off the remainder of his pants and underwear, then kneeled, his nose mere millimetres away from the wolf's bulging crotch. He may not have looked it, but the shiba's insides were shifting and turning with anticipation and furious desire. Without the patience to even wait for another command, Braden's thumbs slipped into the rim of the wolf's pants and slid them down over his underwear.
"Mm, didn't even have to ask! Someone's thirsty," Alex teased, grinning as he steadied himself with an arm on the door, looking down on the shiba, who was growing even more possessed by the spirit of submission.
"S-Shut up," he whimpered, before a paw around the back of his head forced his muzzle into bulging underwear. Shakily breathing in the thick scent of the wolf's crotch, Braden closed his eyes as he savoured the maleness of the smell, heavy with musk and - wait, was that precum already?
Damn, this guy wants me, Thought Braden, a grin spreading across his muzzle.
"Thirsty? Me?" He nosed at the wet spot on the wolf's protruding underwear. "You're one to talk."
"Fine, I'll admit it," began the wolf in response. "You're cute, you had me sprung from just about the moment I saw you. But I'm betting you look even cuter with a dick in your muzzle."
"That_'s_not creepy at all," teased Braden, nuzzling back into the protuberance.
"As if you care!"
Not wanting to faff with Alex's teasing, the shiba reached into the underwear and cupped its contents, his tail springing into a wag as he felt the wolf's maleness fill his hands. Embarrassing as it was, there was no doubt that by this point Alex was well aware of Braden's need for him - as much as Braden hated how it stroked his ego, he couldn't hide it any longer.
He tugged the member free of its cotton constraints, flinching as it flopped onto his muzzle. He took it in his paws and explored its length; it was as big as his ego would have suggested, but hopefully nothing Braden couldn't manage with ease. If there was one thing he was good at, it was taking it like a pro. Of course, he would keep that a surprise, and give Alex the treatment he gave all cocky, well-endowed guys; let him have his moment of glory with his sheer size, then pull his pedestal out from underneath him by taking it without a hitch before making them earn it back. If they can make him squeal and hurt, they win.
Fortunately for Braden, pain and pleasure were two often synonymous sensations.
He nosed under the base and extended his tongue before working his way up the shaft, savoring the heavy, lupine flavour, the scent of arousal now heavy in the air. The wolf's member twitched as he reached the head before Braden paused, resting the tip on his tongue and looking up, meeting the eyes of the towering figure.
"Well, what's the delay? Swallow it, bitch." The wolf commanded, looking down on the shiba with a satisfied smugness.
"Make me," replied Braden, his speech slightly slurred as he teased the member further with gentle tongue movements, the taste of his pre on the tip of his tongue.
"Oh, you naïve little thing. You really don't want me to _force_you into your place, do you? You wouldn't be in working condition for a whole week."
Ha.
"Try me."
With a single paw against the back of his head, Braden felt the thickness slam to the back of his throat and even beyond. With a single choked gasp escaping him, he steadied himself with a paw against the wolf's surprisingly thick thighs. While his throat constrained around the invader, in an almost trance-like state, he managed to hold his position for a few seconds without a struggle.
He rolled his eyes up to the wolf, whose cocky smugness had fallen to a look of disbelief. Pulling back, Braden gasped for life, the sudden rush of oxygen sending him into a daze. "Hah, is that all you have?" He gasped with a unique, slutty satisfaction. Braden's own member drooled and twitched as he massaged it with his free paw. "And you're telling me I'm gonna be the one who doesn't last?"
"I... fuck," was all Alex could muster. Nobody had ever managed to take him with such ease, but now he only felt even more compelled to put this little bitch in his place. "Just wait and see. Open up."
With a scoff, the shiba obeyed and parted his muzzle. Without wasting a second, Alex placed his leaking maleness against his tongue and slowly slid it deeper, savoring the warm wetness of his tongue and eventually the tightness of his throat. Again, Braden barely gagged.
"Mm, fuck," the wolf rasped, subconsciously biting his lip. "There's a good boy..."
With the member still deep in his throat, he huffed. As if it was even a challenge. Eventually, he slowly worked his way up and down the shaft, bringing it to the end of his muzzle, then taking the dive back down the immense length, slower this time, his tongue working in a circular motion on the head. The wolf's moans and growls told him all he needed to know; really, Alex was the one at Braden's mercy here. This wolf was gonna cum in a matter of minutes - Braden was going to make sure of it.
Not wanting to rush him, the shiba alternated between paces, occasionally taking the wolf's pride out to explore down the base, fondling his heavy balls before eventually treating them with his skillful tongue, too, working the length with his paws.
"S-stop," stuttered the wolf, bordering on defeat. "I'm g-gonna-"
Suddenly, Braden began to furiously work on the shaft with his paws, bringing his muzzle back up to the head and gently lapping the tip.
Unfortunately, a swift paw to Braden's muzzle brought his moment of glory to an anticlimactic end. The wolf batted him away, pressing his face in place against the door. Braden couldn't help feel a little disappointed; oral was his strong point and he nearly managed to make him cum.
"What's the matter?" Braden gasped from under a paw. "Big bad wolf can't even make it past a blowjob?"
With an angered grunt, the wolf swept the shiba off his feet and bundled him up, stumbling over to his desk. He dropped the dog onto the surface with a heavy thump, rolling him over on to his front and, being just tall enough to reach, clasped Braden's paws together behind his back and held them in place, rendering him unable to thrash or move. He knelt down and buried his muzzle under the curled tail, his wet nose sending a jolt through the restrained dog as his hole tensed.
A sudden flat warmth pressed against Braden's entrance and his leg kicked instinctively as it slowly worked its way up. He bit his lip in an attempt to stifle a moan but ultimately failed - fuck, wolf tongues felt good. It was big enough to cover his entire ring and just the right amount of rough to give it a certain kick and, as much as he hated to admit, this one knew exactly how to use it. With every stroke, he struggled to hide his pleasure, even yipping slightly as Alex's tongue briefly broke through into his canal.
The muzzle retracted from his behind and a paw gave his butt a squeeze.
"You've got the nicest little ass I've ever seen, I'll give you that," the wolf admitted before giving it a squeeze. "I'll feel bad for ruining it."
"Oh, sure, like nobody's said they're gonna do that befo-aahh!" His sentence was cut off as a thumb inched into his slickened behind.
"Oh yeah?" He retracted his thumb, massaging the area gently, then introduced a single digit into the warm crevice, followed by another. "Fuck, you're so tight." He began to work his fingers around the tunnel, massaging the walls as the shiba panted and bit back a series of gasps. "I think I might need lube, I don't even know if-"
"Oh, it'll fit." Braden finished his sentence for him - a sentence he had heard one too many times already. "I'd be worried, if I were you. You're about to humiliate yourself; you won't last a second."
Although, truth be told, Braden was, actually, worried. There was a certain intensity about the situation that made him worry if 'it' would happen to easily. Of course Zoe had told Alex about 'it,' and of course, he was going to try and induce it.
"Mmm," grumbled Alex, raising to press his throbbing tool against the shiba's waiting entrance. "We'll see." Slowly, he rubbed his thickness up and down the wet hole, slickening his own member with a mixture of his own excessive pre and saliva. Finally, he aimed his tool against the puckered ring, still holding the dog's wrists in place, and prodding the wetness as the ring contracted. "You ready, slut?"
"Sure, whatever, just stick it in me already, wolfie."
"That's master or sir to you, puppy." Already he could feel the hole relax beneath his tip.
The shiba grinned to himself and exploded into a snigger. "S-So not doctor?"
Brendan shouldn't have been surprised to find himself betrayed by his attitude; with his concentration compromised for a fleeting second as he laughed, an insulted wolf took the opportunity to force his member inside the disobedient shiba's entrance. The sudden penetration at such opportune timing sent an intense bolt of pain throughout him and he howled in anguish as the wolf found his member already plunged half way into the tight, warm cavity.
"Not so funny now, aren't you, brat?"
But the shiba wasn't giving up so easily; despite the pain, he felt his own cock throbbing against his stomach as it lay sandwiched between him and the table. His belly, shirt and the desk were already slick with leaky anticipation. Quick to adjust, the pain subsided slightly as the wolf pushed his twitching length further into him, instinctively groaning as he delved deeper into slick, warm satisfaction. Admittedly, it was a struggle, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to stifle his submissive whimpers and whines.
"There we go... there's a good boy."
Braden bit his lip and scrunched his eyes shut as the wolf's length suddenly seemed impossibly thick; he could even feel every vein and even the curvature of the member. He even felt himself start to get nervous as he knew the wolf approached his-
"Aaah!!"
With a final, sudden thrust, the wolf's cock greeted Braden's prostate with a sudden slam, the sheer unexpectedness sending an excruciating pleasure throughout him and pushing him closer to the edge. By the time Braden remembered he wasn't actually as tough as he thought himself to be, he was already crumbling.
"What's the matter, puppy? Wolf cock a little too much?" He spanked the shiba, harder this time, the burn pushing him even further and finally, another massage to the prostate sending him completely over the edge. He howled and his muscles gave way; the wolf's thickness, the way it seemed to rub against his prostate perfectly, his heavy musk, the way he constrained him, the taste of him still lurking in his mouth, the disrespect with which he addressed him and maybe even just the fact Zoe hadn't let him cum in days all became too much for Braden to bear.
"Ohh fuck, I-I can't!" He wasn't sure what he 'couldn't,' but it was all he could manage to sputter between whimpers.
"What's that, huh?" The wolf's hand fell on the shiba's cheek again, only this time, it stayed, his nails digging deep into his flesh. "Little shiba suddenly not so cocky anymore?" The wolf had engaged his predator mode, suddenly rocking his hips back and forth with fervour into the helpless shiba's tight, shuddering cavity.
"N-no_, sir_," sputtered the dog, his eyes beginning to well in a fusion of pain and pleasure. "It hurts! S-slow down!"
"That's what I thought," growled the wolf, who kept a steady pace. "I'm gonna teach you a little lesson about respect, brat!"
A slapping sounded over the muffled whimpers as the wolf grunted and growled, pulling the helpless shiba's rear back into him with every thrust. He had to hand it to Braden, the tightness of his cosy interior meant he wasn't going to last much longer, but this merely motivated him to make it even harder for the shiba to handle.
"P-please, sir, a-ah! I c-can't... oh God!" Wailed Braden, who not-so-secretly didn't want him to slow down at all. Luckily, the wolf had no intentions to.
A combination on the friction on Braden's own member against his belly, slick with pre, and the overwhelming sensation of his prostate being battered by the unforgiving wolf sent him flying over the edge in ropes of hot, white mess; he shattered completely, crying out as his climax stormed his body, the wolf still showing no signs of mercy. With his orgasm, Alex felt the walls of his snug tunnel squeeze and hug his member, so tight that he, too, felt himself approaching his own eruption. Rather than slow down with a now spent shiba completely at his mercy, he released his paws and took a hold of his curvy, feminine hips, holding his entire body into himself as he thrusted impossibly fast into the dog.
"Ohh fffff---..." Alex's exclamation withered away into a primal grunt as, with a final slam, he pulled the shiba back on to his throbbing member as he blew inside him, his breathless ecstasy weakening his knees as he bit back a howl. His nails sunk even deeper than he had realised as he emptied into the shiba, drawing small flecks of blood, but the dog seemed to have become unresponsive.
Braden slipped away just in time to feel the contents of the wolf's sac empty into his red-raw canal, coating his battered walls in a warm slickness. Then that was it; he had been pushed into his sub-space and his grip on consciousness slipped...
Zoe: Me again. Has he woken up yet?
Alex: Yeah, he woke up about ten minutes after I had my way with him. I made him clean up the mess and he didn't waste a second. It was such a surprise to see him like that, compared to how much of a little brat he was earlier.
Zoe: Told you. The moment you break him, he'll just do whatever. It's quite extraordinary, it's like he's indebted to you or something. You better have left my shiba in a functioning state though!
Alex: Functioning? He's having trouble walking, but I don't think I've ever seen someone this productive. He's done everything I said without even a mistake. How long does this subordinance last?
Zoe: As long as it lasts. Sometimes a day, sometimes an hour, sometimes less or more, then he slips back into his normal self, but that means you get to fuck him into place again! I've given up trying to understand it after two years with him, haha.
Alex: Hehe ;)
Zoe: I have to dash for now. Enjoy your little office assistant. I'll see you two tonight, you gotta tell me aaaaallll about it ;)
Alex: Alright. See you tonight ;) Seeya!
Alex put aside his phone and called over the shiba, who had been silently working through a bundle of papers.
"Braden! I told your mistress what a good little puppy you've been. We'll have a present for you tonight!"
"Yay!" Gushed the shiba, his curled tail breaking into a wag.
"Now..." the wolf turned his chair to face the dog, undoing his belt before unzipping. "Come over here and put that muzzle to good use while I get some work done."
"Yes sir!"