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Lydall brought the glass of cold whiskey to his lips, savoring the fine drink as he basked in his triumph. His employer’s collection of alcohol, and the tingling sensation it brought to his tongue, was the perfect compliment to the titillating feeling of spit evaporating from his exposed, knee-slapping cock.
The drying drool coating his red spire was a prize after seducing one of his boss’ children while the old fox was away. It might have just been oral, but the joy of pumping his thick puppy batter straight into that pre-teen cub’s stomach was a delight all on its own—but it was the promise for what came next that truly made the gray wolf feel like celebrating.
Taking a gig protecting some rich fox and his family in some ass end of the world where the UN didn’t look too closely would normally have been beneath him and the P.M.C. he controlled. At best, it would be something he’d send his less ruthless soldiers to do to earn a bit of cash while being rotated out of conflict zones, while he and his ‘pack’ continued to earn the big dollars stamping out civil strife in Africa, South America, or Asia. But there was something this job gave him access to something more valuable than money. Something that he, no matter how cunning, no matter how ambitious, or how vicious he was, could normally get a hold of: magic.
The family of foxes weren’t normal foxes. They were kitsune. Magical, long lived creatures that naturally possessed esoteric arts that Lydall, nor most other anthros, couldn’t access without a magical lineage of their own. It was that supernatural power, as well as his long life, that had made the kitsune patriarch’s wealth, accrued to the point that the five-tailed fox alone was wealthier than most small countries.
Unfortunately for Lydall, so rare were those that did possess the talent for magic that, even with his most generous compensation ‘benefits’, he had still not managed to buy, sway, or coerce a sorcerer that was worth a damn to his employ—or even his bed.
Which gave the gray wolf an idea... If he couldn’t recruit a mage, why not just groom one himself~?
Fortunately, the perfect opportunity had just come across his desk—the protection detail for the kitsune’s family.
There were plenty of targets amongst the brood he was meant to keep safe. He just needed to get close to one of the cubs, then sway them with his charm until they were utterly infatuated with him. By the time they started coming into their powers, they would naturally rush after him to want to prove useful, and then he’d finally have a mage underneath his control~
Just thinking about it made Lydall’s lips twist into a sinister smile around the chilled glass, taking another sip as his steely blue eyes stared out the window, looking past the perimeter of the estate to the small town below—and its lights which kept the darkness at bay.
It wasn’t like the fox family didn’t have it coming.
The construction of the kitsune’s estate had rapidly changed the small community of locals. Money flowed from the fox’s purse strings to modernize it; lights, hospitals, even schools. In the end, most of its original character had been replaced, contorted into a de facto private resort for the vulpine and his boys who lived like princes amongst them—and like many princes, it wasn’t unusual for their tastes to turn towards the ‘peasants’ that served them.
So much so that Lydall and his men had started to call the town The Harem amongst themselves, or the Topkapi Palace when they were feeling fancy—owing to how often the locals would be invited back to entertain the sexual interests of the kitsune family; men, women, and especially their children...
The wolf had originally thought that the grievance of the locals, and the many bastards that resulted from the kitsunes’ antics, would have been the greatest danger to his charges. But, to his surprise, they seemed quite receptive to the foxes' promiscuity... Lydall would even describe them as eager.
Perhaps it was the fox’s money. The compensation the vulpine patriarch gave to any local whose marriage prospects had been tarnished by carrying his bastard sons or grandsons was generous even by Lydall’s standards, let alone those of this third world backwater. Perhaps it was the general good will that the family had earned from the community with their lavish spending and development efforts, making them truly seem like royalty that could do as they wish. Or, perhaps, it was because the locals knew that the possibility that their kitsune bastard children carrying the gift of magic was an irreplaceable treasure all in its own right.
Lydall’s mind continued to drift as he neared the end of his drink, and the last of the pre–teen spit evaporated from his massive dick. His thoughts returned to the boy’s father, the tall, powerful, magical vulpine whose son he had just fed a throatful of cum. Perhaps he could even use the boy’s love to get his hooks in the old man himself~ It wouldn’t be the first time Lydall had wrapped an entire family around his dick at least.
He thought better of that plan with a forlorn sigh before finishing his drink. He had spent enough time around the five-tailed patriarch to not take him lightly. The fox possessed a magnetic charm that even Lydall, a wolf who considered himself an alpha through and through, had to constantly guard against, or risk being the one on his back with his heart being played like a fiddle instead.
Even his current ploy to steal one of the vulpine’s many brats out from underneath him was risky enough. If he was exposed and the kitsune’s ire was gained, not even his Father, a General of the most powerful country on Earth, could protect him from the vulpine’s power and influence.
“Alpha.” A familiar voice arrived from the ear piece he wore to rouse the wolf from his musings.
It belonged to one of the three subordinates he kept with him in the kitsune villa as part of the protection detail—a studly beast of a t-rex stud. He was one of the three most trusted soldiers who Lydall knew would kill, or lift their tails, for their ‘alpha’ without question. They also had a proven track record of not minding their alpha’s... wide tastes when it came to lovers—a quite important trait considering the age of the prey he was seducing.
“This better be good John.” Lydall made his annoyance at being disturbed clear with a bark into his mic.
“The Brat wants to see you. Now. He says it's important.”
Lydall sighed in exasperation.
‘The Brat’ was another one of their nicknames, this time directed to the oldest of the vulpines’ prodigious brood. The twelve-year-old kit had originally been Lydall’s first target of choice as the heir to the patriarch’s family and wealth who had already come into his magical lineage—it didn’t hurt that the boy’s looks and smug attitude tickled the wolf in all the right ways to make him want to break and tame him. But, alas, the boy’s attitude wouldn’t cooperate. The kit had a confidence that came from more than just his Daddy’s money, and the physically imposing stature that Lydall might have overwise used to undermine the boy’s cocky retorts was checked by the glimmer of magic behind the lad’s sapphire eyes.
Which was a shame, because the fox boy seemed to delight in tormenting Lydall, treating him more like a private butler than his protector! Sometimes their bickering squabbles would be a source of amusement for Lydall, but most of the time it was nothing but a source of frustration.
Being interrupted while he was riding the high of his sexual conquest of his brother definitely put the kid in the latter camp right now.
He was tempted to ignore the request, but... With the Father away, the eldest boy was the de facto head of the compound, and if it turned out that his ‘urgent’ request was actually important to his contractual responsibilities, then avoiding him would be a quick way for his employment to be terminated... And bring the full weight of the kitsune family’s lawyers tearing into The Howling Wolves assets for severance and damages.
Oh well. It was just another frustration Lydall would nurse until he finally got the lad’s younger brother comfortable enough to be his personal fuck sleeve. His tight fuzzy ass would be better than any stress relief toy.
“Understood.” The wolf chimed back as he placed his glass back down on the table beside him. “Just in case ‘The Brat’ is wanting to pull my tail, come disturb us in thirty minutes with some excuse that requires my direct attention.”
“Yes, Alpha. Oh, and...” The dinosaur paused before adding hesitantly. “He says to bring whatever’s left of the whisky you just opened with you. With a single clean glass.”
...God damn he hated that fucking kid.
Lydall took a moment to conceal his frustration at the boy’s summons after arriving at his private room.
Although calling it a ‘room’ wasn’t quite right. It was more like a private wing, second only in size to his Father’s; a spacious, luxurious, open air entertainment room that opened out to a view of the gorgeous beach and a night sky free from the light pollution from the town to the opposite end of the complex. The star attraction was not the various entertainment features included, but rather the large sofa-bed in its center where The Brat would partake of his various conquests.
He also knew that it contained a mock up mini-bar which should have only had mocktails, juices, and soft drinks appropriate for a boy his age, but still sported the occasional hard liquor the boy had smuggled in beneath his Father’s nose. Presumably, the bottle that Lydall had pinched was about to be added to the youth’s prohibited supply.
Propping the mostly full bottle in one hand along with the glass filled with ice, the athletic military wolf knocked upon the door with a soft rapt of his knuckles.
“Come in~” The kit’s familiar, boyish voice oozed with more than its typical level of smugness.
The boy’s tone was enough to make Lydall hesitate. Did the cub discover something? No, that was impossible, he knew all the estate’s security systems and made certain to avoid them. Besides, even if The Brat did know, he wouldn’t have any proof, and Lydall was confident that Tyler would lie to protect their little affair if his older brother squealed to their old man.
The wolf put aside his doubts and entered the room, striding in with bold purpose and confidence—a gait he had developed from years of black market ballroom galas and even more years of military service.
The fox cub was at the other end of the massive room, standing behind a table that had been placed before the wall-sized window facing the sea and stars. He had decided to dress fancy for their little ‘negotiation’; a black two-piece tuxedo immaculately fitted to the young ‘Prince’s’ body, showing off his young, boyish frame that had just started to show the first hints of puberty. The kit’s green hair was swept back, well combed, and resting neatly between his brown ears which deviously twitched with whatever scheme currently brewed within his mind.
But the boy’s most distinctive feature by far was his eyes. They possessed a pair of sapphire irises that glinted with the magic that ensured he remained above the wolf no matter how high Lydall climbed the shadowy world of politics and intrigue. The same mystical gaze that the boy’s father possessed, joining with the lad’s other features to make the young lad the spitting image of his Father—save for possessing only a single tail compared to his old man’s five.
“You requested to see me, Crevan?” Lydall managed to murmur with a professional and polite tone, albeit one that still simmered with a hint of his annoyance—just enough to affect the air of a dutiful employee, while still allowing the quick witted fox to catch the clear ire to the sudden summons beneath.
“Pour me a drink.” The boy ordered instead of answering the wolf’s question.
Lydall normally would have barked back that such tasks were the domain of a domestic servant, not his protection detail, and were definitely not in his employment requirements. If that failed, he’d bring up that burdening him with such duties distracted from his highest responsibility to his family’s protection. But the kit’s swagger and the cocky swish of his tail—betraying his otherwise ‘smooth’ demeanor—convinced the mercenary-guard otherwise... At least until he managed to fish out whatever ‘hook’ the boy possessed before calling his bluff.
That didn’t mean he needed to act the part of a dutiful butler, however. He vocalized his true emotions with a scoff as he placed the glass on the table. He then swiftly spun the lid off of the whisky bottle with a flair of showmanship before pouring the golden fluid across the clinking ice-cubes.
“You know your Father doesn’t like you drinking. I could get your little ‘stash’ taken away with but a word.” The wolf probed as he finished pouring, sliding the drink towards the kit’s side of the table.
It was then that his gaze fell upon an open envelope that he hadn’t noticed until then, left right where he had slid the glass... Like it was waiting for him to finish serving the boy before revealing itself.
“Open it~” The Brat purred.
He wasted no time in taking a seat behind that desk, plucking up the freshly poured glass of whisky to his young, grinning lips. His glittering blue eyes never took their gaze off of Lydall, wandering across the older, stronger man’s body like he was a commodity to be bought and used.
The wolf’s tail flicked with a hint of nervousness. Every gesture from the younger fox frayed his nerves further. He still didn’t know if this entire meeting was just an elaborate ruse to get under his skin, or if there was some deeper meaning to it. It was precisely because of this sort of situation that he’d normally refuse to play the boy’s games... But with the stakes on the line this time...
Lydall turned his deeper blue eyes away from the fox’s stare to instead look at the envelope, turning it over to let its contents fall into his waiting hand.
He froze as soon as he saw what the photos within were of. His heart plummeted into his stomach, even as the familiar salacious contents presented made his barrel of a sheath stir. His eyes were glued to the evidence that immortalized the events of just an hour ago; showing Tyler’s lips struggling to slide down the latter half of his cock, the young ten-year-old fox’s throat bulging around his sixteen-inch monster. His face, the blue dragon fur-tattoo covering his muscular chest, every piece of identifying evidence required to nail him as a cubfucker—and even worse, for fooling around with his client’s child!
But how!? Not only did he have full access to the compound’s security systems, but he had even swept for bugs earlier today!
Slowly, gloomily, the wolf thumbed through the photos, each one causing his dick to twitch as the relevant memory played through his mind again. At least until he got to the final picture... One that showed his lips locked against the young kit’s, the special little treat he threw in to make the boy feel special, feel loved... Only for the image to show the young fox glancing towards the direction of the hidden camera with an ever so subtle smirk at the edge of his mouth.
Did he fucking set him up!?
His blood burned with a barely controlled rage. He was furious, a cornered animal, and he knew it—shoved from the pinnacle of pride and imminent glory and down into hell by the smug fucking brat struggling to hide his disgust at the bitter drink he was sipping.
But, as his mind spun to think of a way to save his career, or even his very life, from the powerful kitsune patriarch he had offended, a thought occurred to him.
If the fox wanted him dead, he’d just send the photos to his Dad without ever informing the wolf of their existence. The photos weren’t an execution order, they were a threat. Leverage that the cub of all people would use to manipulate him.
“What do you want?” Lydall spat.
He tried not to let his fury at being blackmailed by a child of all things get to him. Perhaps, if he was lucky, the boy would want something typically foolish for his age. More booze? Some on the side smuggling?
The kit giggled, licking away some of the amber fluid lingering from his lips as he made the wolf wait—taking a few more infuriating seconds to swish his half-drunken liquor and make the ice clink in a pantomined display before speaking. “Nothing too much... In exchange for my silence, and my blessing for you to continue being Tyler’s side piece...”
Side piece!?
He already speculated that Tyler was in league with Crevan to arrange this entire incident, but he had still thought that there might have been some truth behind the emotions the boy showed him earlier. Was the entire thing really an act by that rich fucking whore of a cub!?
“...You're going to be my bitch.”
Lydall’s lips furrowed, exposing his fangs in a barely contained snarl. “What do you mean by bitch.”
“My bitch. My Skyla. Trolla. Tuta. Or whatever other language you understand~” The kit giggled. His grin spread from ear to ear as he leaned back against his chair, bringing to mind a kid who had just gotten away with stealing the entire cookie jar.
“In exchange for keeping your little affair from my father’s attention, your ass is going to belong to me~ Every night when your other duties don’t keep you, you’re going to come to my room, lift your tail, and be my obedient bitch until the morning~”
“I’m sure a big, strong, ‘alpha wolf’ like yourself will hate every moment of it~ But hey, Tyler will probably help you vent your frustrations afterwards~” Crevan continued with his swaggering purr, before taking another sip from his alcoholic drink.
“It's quite a generous offer, trust me~ if Dad found out what you got up to while he was away, making you his bitch would just be the start of it. I’m certain you don’t need me to elaborate, no~?”
“...No... You don’t...” Lydall seethed. His body clenched, half-thinking of trying to destroy the photos or, hell, even strangling the fucking brat to keep him from talking!
He knew well enough that the photos in his hands were just prints and that the kit’s blackmail probably existed in some secured server—no doubt with a deadman’s switch to forward it to Dad if he did try something idiotic. Maybe if he had some time he could get someone to fish out where they were stored and erase it. But that would take days, even months, provided he could find someone foolish enough to poke around the kitsune family’s network to begin with.
Yet accepting the fox cub’s ultimatum felt like just as impossible a choice...
Throughout all of his life, Lydall had never been on the receiving end like he was now. He was always the one in control, the one who made others submit via hook or by crook—his charisma and confidence allowing him to stretch allowances as much as it allowed him to stretch holes.
But, now, his good fortunes had come to an end, and it was against a fucking cub of all things!
Having to lay down and take it as some pre-teen playboy fucks him like a fucking hooker or one of his local playthings... Just the idea alone made him shiver in revulsion.
“Fine.” Lydall nearly choked upon his agreement, having to force the word out with a snarl.
It was humiliating, perhaps the worst offense he’d been made to swallow in his life and career. But it was survivable.
Even if his plans with Tyler seemed to have gone up in smoke, he could just serve out the remaining tenure of his current contract with the boy’s Dad, make up an excuse that he wished to take the company in a different direction than personal protection to not renew, then leave without damaging the Howling Wolves’s reputation. The boy should be satisfied with the fun he did get to have to not coerce him to stay, and even if he did, that was plenty of time to find someone to erase the damn brat’s evidence.
Besides, for as much of a popular lover the pre-teen kit was with the locals, he had seen Tyler’s assets when they were together. Impressive for a youth, yes, but nothing in comparison to what he himself swung between his legs. The only pain he’d be up for with his evening submissions would be to his ego.
“There’s a good puppy~ See, I knew you’d be a good boy for me eventually~ All you needed was the right... motivation~” The boy giggled as he raised his free hand. With a snap of his fingers, blue flames erupted from the photos in the wolf’s hand, barely giving him time to drop the envelope before the salacious proof had been burnt to ashes.
“Now...” The cub said after finishing his drink, placing the empty glass left with only half-melted ice onto the table. The twelve-year-old boy’s hungry, glowing-blue eyes glared back over to the wolf—staring out from within the shadow of his body cast by the nighttime pale moon beyond. “Be a good boy and strip.”
Strangely, Lydall’s first reaction wasn’t to growl or to snap back... It was to obey. His hand had moved to unbutton his suit without a thought. The gray wolf only realized what he was doing after the first few had been pushed free to expose his collarbone to the cub’s eager gaze, causing his fingers to freeze in place as he reflected upon what he was doing.
Damnit... He had agreed to being the boy’s ‘obedient’ bitch...
If he wasn’t so strong willed, or the cub hadn’t been fully grown like his father, that mistake would have left him completely at the boy’s mercy! Fortunately, as it was, the lad’s influence could only manifest itself in far more subtle ways like before, impulses whenever the kit barked an order that he’d have to be mindful of going forward. Fortunately, the boy had specified ‘only at night’, saving the wolf from potential daytime shenanigans.
But those small mercies didn’t take away from how foolish he had been under the stress of the kit’s coercion. He had been in far more danger than that before without losing his cool, he should have been better than that!
Had he let down his guard just because he was talking to a cub...? It would certainly explain how that harlot Tyler had manipulated him so easily, too...
“Well~?” Crevan reminded his ‘bitch’ to keep moving with a rumbling growl. The affected snarl behind his words came across far less commanding, and far more adorable, than The Brat likely intended.
“Yeah, yeah... I’m moving... Sir...” Lydall grumbled bitterly, coercing the polite words from his own lips so as to not risk evoking the magic behind his agreement.
The muscled wolf quickly removed the black tuxedo jacket he wore, followed thereafter by the white undershirt to expose his powerful, rippling physique to the kid’s lecherous gaze.
Despite himself, Lydall couldn’t help but appreciate the interest the boy showed his body—at least on some small level. He was, after all, more than a bit of a prideful exhibitionist, and right next to his dick one of his proudest assets was his physique. It was a frame that he had honed in the Marines and in the chaos of battle. Useful muscles twitched beneath his gray fur with every movement he made, as opposed to the useless bulk that other men honed. It was a form equal parts powerful and dangerous, a weapon onto its own right that the wolf unleashed in whichever direction he, or his employer, desired.
...And now it was merely eye candy for the god damn cub that was about to fuck him.
That thought was a bitter chaser for the lupine as he folded up his shirt and jacket and neatly placed them upon the table. His hands then went to his belt. Off went his holster with the loaded pistol within, placed with its muzzle away from either the fox or himself. Next came his boots.
As the wolf’s hand shifted towards his pants, a brief, musing ‘thought’ crossed his mind that he should put on a show. But the wolf quickly chased the rogue impulse away—casting a sideways glare at the boy he was sure was responsible for placing it within his head.
He distracted himself from the ‘suggestions’ the child slipped into his mind by focusing upon the very task he had been ordered to perform. The only tease the boy would get would be his sluggish performance as he painstakingly followed every step of undressing—as if he was teaching the brat how to do so by painfully performing each drawn out step. Unbuttoning his pants took seconds, as did pulling down the zipper. Half-a-minute later his expensive pants suit were pulled off and folded on top of his jacket—leaving him standing in front of the boy with just his boxers wrapped around his thigh-sprawling balls and barrel of a sheath.
Then even those were removed, slipped off of his muscled hips and down to the floor, leaving every last inch of his body presented —and his displeasure about that fact communicated via his grit teeth and his subdued, rumbling growl. His ears flicked backwards; more out of shame than anything, as his earlier remembrance of the night’s events had left his red spire still peaking out past his sheath despite the humiliation that had unfolded afterwards.
“Mmm... Someone can’t quite hide his excitement about becoming a cub’s bitch, can he~?” Crevan giggled with a disparaging glance at the wolf’s exposed crotch, drawing a scoff from his victim in retort.
“But it's not quite standing at attention like a good ‘soldier’ yet, is it~? Don’t worry... Nothing a little bit of ‘discipline’ can’t solve~” The kit must have thought himself clever, but it only made the naked wolf growl louder with the mockerie.
“If my bitch is going to growl so much, I’ll have to get a muzzle. But, for now... We can start with this~” The fox kid followed with another tease as he reached underneath the desk, before raising his hand again to reveal...
A collar.
A fucking leash and collar.
The accessory hung from the brat’s finger by the strap so, the cord swinging like a pendulum with the teasing sway the boy gave it. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the boy had clearly custom ordered it just to humiliate him further, considering the fine blue leather was emblazoned with the name ‘Lyda’.
“You cannot be fucking serious.” Lydall couldn’t suppress his snarl this time. His fists clenched, digging his claws against his palm, whilst his fangs ground against one another within his snout.
Was the fucking brat trying to make him snap and murder him!?
“Of course I am~ There’s a strict collared pet restriction in the compound. You know that as well as I do!” The twelve-year-old kit giggled. Without waiting for the wolf to respond he turned in his seat, holding the hand with the collar out to his side, as if it was a treat that would summon the wolf to his side.
“Don’t worry, though. I don’t expect you to put it on yourself... In fact, I’m the only one allowed to put on or take off my collar on my bitch’s neck, got it~?”
Lydall had to concentrate on his breathing to keep his rage from slipping from his control. Getting mad is what the boy wanted him to do... Letting him get underneath his fur so easily was exactly the entertainment the cub wanted to see... The best way to get through this with the minimum amount of humiliation was to be as boring as possible for the boy, to become a lame toy that wasn’t worth playing with anymore.
He could take out his rage and vengeance upon the cub later, when he had some cards to play instead of the lame hand he currently possessed.
“I understand, Sir.” Lydall answered stoically before skulking his way next to the rich brat.
Using every last ounce of his self-control, the ex-soldier turned mercenary CEO swallowed his pride and knelt before the well dressed cub. He lifted his chin up to present his neck for the boy’s collar—restraining the murderous growl simmering within his throat to a barely perceptible rumble.
“Good boy~” The kit murmured sweetly as his booze-scented breath tickled against the kneeling wolf stud with every breath he spoke.
The boy took the collar into both hands as he slipped it around the adult wolf’s scruff, before fastening it in place with a nice, snug fit against his thick, rugged neck—the feminine play upon the masculine male’s name displayed right across his throat.
As if things couldn’t get worse, while the boy used one hand to wrap the leash attached to the collar around itself, the other reached up to give the military wolf’s ears a tender, almost dotting rub—treating Lydall no different than a true, domestic hound eager to attend to its owner’s commands.
The touch wasn’t entirely unpleasant...
Lydall reminded himself that the fawning flutter in his chest at the boy’s affection and praise wasn’t natural... It didn’t originate from himself. Instead, it was a creation slipped into his psyche by the cub’s mystical influence... But that didn’t stop his tail from giving the faintest flick of a wag, nor his hefty slab of boy-breaking cock from sprouting further from his crotch.
Lydall kept silent, kept himself kneeling, waiting for the next torment the boy was preparing for the night.
Every breath he took tainted his nose with the youth’s aroma... It was such a sweet, enticing scent, similar to the younger fox’s yet also different. Tyler’s scent was svelte and vulnerable, enticing the wolf’s brain in all the right ways to want him as a taboo, underage lover. Crevan’s was almost entirely different... His youthful scent combined with a noticeable flavor of budding masculinity to combine into a paradoxical cocktail.
The wolf’s mind briefly wandered again, contemplating if Tyler’s scent would transform in a similar manner in a couple of years. He hoped not. That boy was a treasure he wished to preserve and have all to himself just as he was...
Lydall shook his head. Fucking foxes... His cock had slipped out further while his mind roamed, its point now standing a full eight-inches from his sheath—just half of his monstrous length. His ears burned ever so faintly with arousal as he reflected back upon his seduction of that young kit... He thought he had led that song and dance, but maybe that’s only what the other Cinteroph let him think...
Had the boy started to come into his magic already without Lydall noticing... Or maybe they just naturally possessed pheromones that left the wolf far more open to influence, even from a young age...
Fortunately for Lydall, Crevan was happy to help rouse his plaything from his own mind as the suited cub yanked on the leash to tug the thick leather strap against the back of his neck. The wolf’s gaze focused upon the handsome infuriating child’s face, the glazed, unfocused look within his eyes sharpening into a contemptuous death stare once again.
“Time to get to bed~ I can’t stay up too late playing with my pet... It's a school night, after all~” The Brat teased with a giggle as he got up from his seat, walking past the wolf and towards the large bed/couch in the center of the large room. No doubt, it was where the boy had ‘entertained’ many of the local girls and boys that he had invited home before...
It would also be where Lydall’s anal virginity would become yet another trophy amongst the rest the boy had claimed.
Lydall took a touch too long to start moving, causing him to be yanked along by his collar when the boy’s short leash ran out of slack. Of course, if he had remained rooted in place, the boy would have been unable to move the 150 kilograms of muscled stud. But that would have only played into the boy’s desire to torment him, So he dutifully scrambled back onto his feet and walked behind the cub—barely restraining the urge to wring the fucking kit’s neck as he did so.
He just might have if the boy had chastised him for walking on two legs instead of four ‘like a dog should’... Maybe the kit did know how far to torment him without inciting a murderous rage after all.
“Now, on the bed, bitch~ Bend over the edge, spread your legs, and keep your arms behind your back.” Crevan commanded when they arrived, leading the naked, half-aroused man by his leash before giving another tug to ‘direct’ him onto the mattress.
“Why?” Lydall paused, daring to test the limit of the cub’s control before placing himself in such a compromising position.
“Because I doubt you’ll be able to control yourself when I start fucking you.” The cub answered with a smile as his foot pried open a drawer beneath the mattress, revealing a container stocked to the brim with all sorts of toys and straps. “If I fuck you too hard and you buck, you could send me flying across the room, pup. We can’t let your company’s reputation suffer by letting a bruise form on Dad’s perfect little heir, now could we~?
The blue-eyed, blue-haired wolf’s glance turned towards the kit’s collection of gear. He knew them well, having fastened them to many of his lovers and subordinates over the years, although he never expected to be on the receiving end.
That also meant he knew that the gear wasn’t actually designed to hold someone against their will. They would break if he made a real attempt to do so, especially with his size and power compared to the typical user they were made for.
It required a special order from some ‘special’ suppliers to stop studs like him or his betas from escaping, and by the looks of the equipment the boy was showing off with a malicious twinkle in his eyes, Crevan was not among their esteemed customer list.
Ah, the advantage of age and experience... Lydall sighed silently as he acquiesced to the boy’s orders with a nod. “Yes, Sir.”
He laid with his chest down on the bed as his athletic frame bent his shoulders back to cross his rugged forearms along the small of his back. His knees spread as he was directed, letting his heavy, recently drained cum tanks flop freely between his thighs, whilst his stirring red wolf dick ground against the side of the bed.
With some effort, the lupine even managed to raise his tail, revealing his giant masculinity that Lydall vowed would one day wear the kit like a sleeve in its entirety, as well as the tight, snug, and unplundered entrance hiding just beneath the fluffy limb and above his fuzzy spheres and taint. His head, meanwhile, stared forward at the scenic view beyond the glass windows, keeping his turbulent thoughts at bay save for the erratic flickers of his ears.
“Such a well behaved mutt you are~ You military dogs always are in the end, no matter how much they may bark~” Crevan teased as he leaned down to begin searching through his drawer of bondage devices.
It didn’t take long for the young cub to find what he was searching for judging by the triumphant ‘ahah’ that slipped from his lips soon after. A moment later, and the boy’s body pressed against Lydall’s firm, muscled rump to lean over his larger, stronger frame.
The weight of another, even one so young and typically ‘non-threatening’ as the fox kit against his back made every muscle within the wolf flex. The instincts he had honed flickered to the forefront of his mind, requiring the experienced soldier to once again clench his jaws to suppress his reflexes.
It helped that the boy’s small, soft hands wandered along his rugged physique before getting to work, reminding him of the figure’s immaturity by the small, weak, squeezing gropes. Any further doubt was put to rest when the boy’s crotch ground against his buttocks as he nestled in, revealing a distinct lack of any tangible bulge between their bodies.
He had nothing to fear from this brat... He just had to put up with his humiliating desires... There was nothing to fear...
But, whilst his mind worked to keep his body under control, his length was free to do as it wished. The red column of lupine dick swelled further from his sheath, tangibly throbbing between his thighs and sputtering thin streaks of lupine fecundity onto the floor. It was purely because the cub’s obvious interest in his body stroked the pride he felt for his physical form, Lydall silently reminded himself. It had nothing to do with that strange sense of anticipation and danger that danced across his hind brain, mingling with the shame he felt at having to submit to someone that was weaker, that should be far below his station, that was a fucking cub...
It was... It was just a kitsune’s trick!
Crevan’s hands eventually finished wandering along the wolf’s lower back with a resigned sigh, although the reason why such a forlorn note escaped the boy’s lips, Lydall didn’t dare to guess. He just remained staring forward, trying to suppress the shivers that raced along his spine and tail as the boy’s hands traced along his bent arms and fastened the firm leather armbands in place around his biceps. His nimble digits tightened the cuffs into a snug, constricting fit which trapped his arms helplessly in place—or so Lydall wanted the boy to think.
Next came the wolf’s legs. Crevan’s small, eager young frame slid down from his back—letting Lydall breathe a sigh of relief that the cub’s crotch was no longer grinding against his ass.
“Mmm... Looks like someone was enjoying themselves~ Did getting tied up with a little cub’s dick grinding against your rear get you going~? And you call yourself an ‘alpha’~” The young cub giggled as his gleaming blue eyes came face to face with Lydall’s sixteen-inch cock.
The wolf knew the comment was coming even before the fox boy said it. He had felt his shaft stir one twitch at a time, until it had come to stand at full mast with its tip pointed down between his knees and his half-engorged knot crowning its base, long before the boy had slid down to his legs.
“It's certainly one thing to see something in pictures, and another to see it in person, huh~? A shame that the only thing it’ll be doing after hours is throbbing between your legs or making a mess all over yourself~” The kit added with another snicker has he fetched the next toy to fasten to his grumbling bitch.
“Fuck you. Hurry up and get your tiny rocks off so I can get back to my job, squirt.” The wolf finally vented his frustrations with a snarled command, inadvertently clenching his body in frustration to make his tailstar wink for the boy’s gaze when he did so.
“So eager to feel your Master’s dick deflower you~ Don’t worry, I promise the wait will be worth it, puppy~” Crevan murmured as he pulled out a spreader bar from the depths of his hoard of bondage toys.
‘I doubt that,’ Lydall scoffed silently as he waited for the boy to finish his preparation.
With the same familiarity the cub had shown with the bracers, his hands now strapped the bar’s cuffs around the wolf’s ankles—forcing Lydall’s legs wider than the stance he had previously assumed. The lupine’s heavy balls now draped over his knot as his idly throbbing cock lurched against the side of the bed. Even his unplundered pucker was now on full display for the boy, centered at the perfect height for his young hips to reach...
Lydall could only hope no one else would show up during the cub’s playtime to catch his humiliating, ass-raising predicament.
The lupine shifted his legs slightly, trying to test the latest of the boy’s binds once the lad was done. On top of the bar itself, he discovered that he couldn’t move his feet from the floor either. The spreader must have been hooked to some point on the ground at its centerpoint, keeping him locked in place.
Well, no squirming away until he broke himself free, it seemed. The cub was thorough despite his shoddy equipment.
“Mmm... You look as lovely as I knew you’d be... To think this side of you will belong entirely to me~” The little boy sighed fondly as he finally came to a stand behind the presented canine.
For once, his little hands were too busy to wander over the unfortunately aroused wolf, having their hands full dealing with his own clothes. The fancy outfit he had decided to wear as part of his little power play had to be removed step by step; unbuttoning the cuffs on his sleeves, undoing the tie around his young neck, and so on... All while Lydall lay bound, prostrated, and helpless before him.
There was just enough light in the dark room for the boy’s partially-transparent reflection to appear on the glass in front of the wolf. For a moment, he was tempted to watch, his shaft already stirring at the prospect to see the adorably handsome, rich kid’s body be exposed one article of clothing at a time.
He ultimately thought better of it as he turned his gaze away, not wanting to give the magical kit further mediums to ply his magic upon his new toy.
But, even then, his memory filled in the blanks for him as he waited. He had seen the cub’s bare chest whenever the brat went swimming, and now he was using that knowledge to picture how the young stud looked as he took off his shirt, then his pants... Perfectly envisioning the boy’s smug smile as his excitement built from the anticipation of claiming the wolf’s pride and asshole to his list of conquests surged... Mirroring the dread the wolf felt as the hour of his hole’s surrender grew closer.
“You have no idea how worked up I’ve gotten playing with you, bitch~ It was getting painfully confining in these clothes~” Crevan breathed with a sigh as he stood immediately behind the gray wolf’s ass.
He was down to just his tightly whities which visibly strained around an impressive tent for his young body, although fortunately nowhere near equal to the monstrous wolf cock wagging against the bed with its owner’s anxious squirms.
Not that Lydall saw even that, clenching his blue eyes shut as he waited for the boy to have his fun and be done with him.
That was, until, the small cub’s thumbs hooked underneath the last piece of clothing he wore before yanking it down to the ground.
The scent was the first thing he noticed. The intensely virile aroma crashed into the wolf’s sensitive nostrils in a tsunami of pheromonal aphrodisia. The underlying flavor of virility and masculinity that had once served as a paradoxically complimenting spice to Crevan’s youthful scent had become the dominant flavor against his nose, leaving the juvenile cub aroma as a complimenting garnish within the natural musk that had been trapped within those briefs until now.
The next thing he noticed was the smack of something warm, wet, and, most concerning of all, heavy against his lower back—matting the gray fur beneath his bound arms with a bubbling brook of boyish virility overflowing from a tapered red point.
Every reflex that Lydall had kept suppressed surged back to the forefront in his shock. His body bucked, twisting to try to get away from the surprise monster that the cub had somehow been hiding within his underwear—more magical shenanigans, no doubt!
But, no matter how he flexed, no matter how much of the strength he had spent years honing into a deadly perfection, Lydall couldn’t escape the boy’s bonds!
Had the cub somehow deceived them as well? Did he conceal them with an illusion to look average? Or did he keep the good stuff underneath a surface layer of ‘fancy average’ just to put him at ease!?
Just how many layers of deception and duplicity did the boy resort to to put him at ease, just so his hidden monster could reveal itself when it was too late for him to escape!?
Despite himself, Lydall’s eyes snapped open. His head twisted to glance back over his shoulder and bound arms to stare fearfully at the behemoth of cub masculinity draped over his back and muscled buttocks, smothering his rugged, furred frame with its warmth... With its weight... With its girth.
The monstrous shaft was a dominating sight, occupying most of his crotch while the obscene, hole-gaping knot looked to be nearly as wide as the boy’s hips! The meaty column of fuckmeat glistened with the essence it had been stewed in while hidden away within the magical pocket. Its tapered tip drooled with a trickling flow of boyish spunk, matting the fur just beneath the blue fur-tattoo wrapped around Lydall’s shoulders.
Then there were his balls; a giant pair of cum tanks that sagged nearly to the boy’s knees, flexing with the anticipation that had been boiling in the boy’s loins ever since the wolf first agreed to become his bitch.
Such an absurd endowment was downright comical on such a small body... If it was not for the intense dread it bestowed upon the bound lupine who was helpless to stop himself from becoming a sleeve for that giant, sternum pounding kid dick!
Then, as if to add insult to (imminent) injury, as the bratty boy flaunted his assets—requiring an exaggerated sway from his hips to jut the monster against the wolf straining against his bonds—Lydall’s keen visual acuity brought another, ego-shattering realization as he glanced back.
The damn cub was larger than he was!
Heck, the fucking brat looked like he could lick his tip just by proping his cannon of a cock against his chest!
Lydall’s fat cock, the foundation for his confidence and swagger even as a young grunt... And some fucking twelve-year-old rich kit put his to shame by a good few inches!
“You little shit! Get the fuck off of me!” Lydall snarled, incapable of resisting beyond screaming at the boy behind him.
“What was that~? Get off~? Don’t mind if I do, Bitch~” Crevan retorted with a crooked grin, a single fang peeking past his twisted grimace as he stared at the once so cocky and stoic wolf—now reduced to his helpless, incredulous fuck toy.
His hips pulled back, leaving a viscous trail of brat gunk coating the wolf’s arms and the leather bracers trapping them in place. The sheer size of the cub’s cock required him to take steps back to slide his impaling point past the soldier’s erratically flicking tail. A string of spunk flicked across the wolf’s taint and balls as it finally fell across his ass—only to be stopped by the lad’s small hands, catching the column of cub cock just above his knot.
Crevan’s point now pressed against the man’s virgin pucker. Every following twitch convulsing through the monster painted Lydall’s unplundered entrance with the copious cream. The ambrosia trickled downwards, matting the wolf’s once prestigious, now safely second place, nut sack in the more virile stud’s musk.
“Oh, don’t look so glum, Lyda~ You’re going to love my cock... Soon it’ll be all you can think about... Servicing it... Being stretched by it... Being bred by it~” The kit purred, punctuating every statement with another teasing grind against his entrance. At any moment, the boy could strip the wolf of his pride with one good slam from his young hips.
The tapered tip pressed in just enough to be felt by Lydall, allowing the languishing flow of warm, vulpine spunk percolating up from the boy’s balls to flow along his inner walls and spread its heat deeper into his belly. He tried to buck, to pull his firm rump cheeks away from the kit’s length. But, between the spreader bar keeping his feet mounted upon the floor, and the boy’s other hand—barely able to rest against the adult’s hip with his shaft between them—his latest struggle was no better than the ones before.
“Fuck you. Have your fun now, because as soon as I’m free of these bonds you’re—”
SLAM!
”FUUUUUUUCK!”
The older wolf’s threat was trapped within his throat when the not-so-little kid’s hips rammed forward at last, spearing his asshole wide around the kit’s vigorous shaft!
Lydall’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull. His jaws clamped shut with a snarl as he tried to seal the shameful noises stirring within his throat from escaping—a desperate, last struggle to retain at least some measure of his pride and dignity after his firm ring had been stretched white around the start of the smaller boy’s dick. A difficult challenge when the cub's tip was already grinding against his prostate with just his steepled-head grinding past the wolf’s entrance—rewarding the wolf-turned-bitch with a ball-shivering rush of pleasure whenever the young lad advanced into his backdoor!
‘No! No, no, no! This wasn’t meant to be happening! Fuck, how was he getting fucked by that fucking brat!?’ He screamed silently as his hole desperately squeezed shut, trying to bare the boy’s length from further plundering the depths of his virgin walls.
Unfortunately for him, no matter how his cheeks squeezed in an attempt to force the youth’s godly prick from ravaging him, all he did was help to make his entrance even tighter, even more pleasurable for the next overpowering thrust from the little boy’s rutting hips!
Much to the young boy’s delight as, with the start of his drooling monster cock grinding its way past those flexing cheeks, his hand was freed to join its pair in bracing against the muscled mercenary’s hips... Before slamming his hips forward to pound him into a stupor with every prostate punishing sway! His stomach bulged around the column of masculinity sliding past his tamed pucker as his warm, pillow-soft inner walls were wrapped around the boy’s cock!
‘Why does it feel... so... good!?’ The thought burned through the wolf’s mind as he quivered on the precipice of a climax already. His knot flared madly against his own balls, whilst his cock throbbed in tandem to the thrusts obliterating his taut ring, sputtering the side of the bed and floor with his viscous precum.
‘Anything but that!’ He screamed internally. His expression flinched with pain, pleasure, and shame as he was stretched around more of the boy’s girth with every capricious, childish swing from his small hips!
His jaw clenched tighter as he desperately tried to resist being shoved past the cliff of euphoria by the fox boy pounding his ass. His body squirmed, the knuckles on his trapped hands writhed against his back, his claws digging into his palms, whilst the ones on his toes gouged against the floor...
“AWOOOOOOOO~!” Lydall’s head arced upwards as his lips spread with a howl of pleasure and shame finally wrung forth from his throat—taking with it what pride the wolf had left as his climax poured forth from his untouched dick.
His balls clenched, drumming to the same tempo of his throbbing knot as all sixteen inches of his imposing cock flexed with each rippling torrent of alabaster seed that erupted from his tip. His cream crashed against the floor nearby the spreader bar with more force than any other climax the wolf had ever had! His seed splattered, scattering in every direction across the floor in long, messy arcs—each one another mark of shame, evidence of his enjoyment from being railed by that brat.
And his balls just wouldn’t stop!
The boy’s massive cock forced rope after rope from the bound lupine’s balls, milking the hapless adult dry by abusing his prostate with every gut bulging slam. Even his own strength betrayed him as every shiver of euphoria coursing through his body made his hole clench, encouraging the lad using him as a pleasure-toy to ram forward with extra vigor!
Crevan’s hips rammed forward over, and over, and over again. Until, after god knows how many ego-shattering throbs of the wolf’s dick later, his tired, spent balls finally fell still as the largest, and most intense climax of his life, came to an inglorious end—leaving the floor between his and the brat’s feet absolutely soaked in his wasted virility.
Lydall’s psyche was in shatters, reeling from the blow that came from his orgasm and further scattered by the cub’s insatiable thrusts driving into his spent body. He didn’t have the wherewithal anymore to hide the pleasure the boy’s cock brought him. His face pressed against the sheets, his lips hanging open to let every groaning whimper and uncertain moan spill freely from his throat with every squelching slam.
His listless blue eyes, fogged with pleasure and desire, lazily stared towards the boy’s reflection, watching with dread and conflicted excitement at how only half of the boy’s ginormous dick had dug underneath his tail.
Not for long, however, as each surprisingly strong buck from the kit left less of the boy’s crimson, precum-slathered column to go, and brought the boy’s ominous knot closer to his conquered, whimpering hole—leaving the soldier huffing as his body rolled across the sheets with every swing.
In that moment, Lydall felt awe for another male for the first time in his life as much as he hated to admit it... And it wasn’t even for an adult!
“Mmm... Did my bitch enjoy himself~?” Crevan taunted with a knowing grin—casting a disparaging glance towards the spent tool kept flexing at its zenith by his grinding thrusts. “Don’t worry, we’re only getting started~ Your hole might have gotten used to my shaft, but you’ve yet to take your Master’s knot~!”
“P-Please... M-mercy...” Lydall sputtered, struggling to speak as every pistoning press of the boy’s cock felt like it was knocking against his sternum—scattering whatever breath he had gathered with another moan.
He didn’t dare to consider what the bulge of that cock must look like... His perfect body made a sleeve for the brat’s pleasure. “Not... Not the knot.”
“Knot my knot~? Well... If you insist, Lyda~” The kit giggled, silencing the wolf’s continued attempt at protest by slapping his knot against the wolf’s stuffed ring, while his wrecking balls for nuts crashed against the back of the wolf’s!
“Fuck!” The wolf snarled as he felt the kit’s massive tri-lobed knot foolishly try to cram itself into his severely underequipped tail hole.
He barely had time to adjust to the first painful sting of his abused entrance before the boy’s hips redoubled their efforts. One of his hands reached up from the canine’s hip to his tail, yanking upon the limb with every besieging slam of his knot! His other hand anchored itself against Lydall’s hip, his dull claws raking against his stocky frame as he used every ounce of his deceiving strength to overpower the man’s protesting hole!
By some absurd feat that the cub-cock-impaled mercenary could barely understand, the boy was managing to do just that!
At first the knot-strikes did nothing more than concave his entrance around the half-bloated glands. But, eventually, his clenching ass couldn’t hold the boy’s advance any longer. The ring stretched wider with every wet, noisy clap of the knot cramming itself into his ass, steadily spreading his chiseled rump around the enormous anchor!
“You’re stretching me apart!” The wolf seethed, squirming as the glands neared the half-way point past his cheeks.
Lydall’s muscles flexed. His body buckled against his bindings and the giant slab of boy dick all but crammed through his torso—ravaging his prostate with every absurd smack of their bodies. His balls twitched with renewed excitement underneath their own sordid treatment, bouncing between the lad’s larger, heavier nuts and his own cock with every knot-burrying blow—reminding him that he was the lesser stud to the tiny brat intending to breed his rear.
His jaw clenched as his head arced towards the ceiling once more, the next howl of ecstasy already starting to build within his throat.
He wasn’t going to cum just once, but twice!
Perhaps even thrice if his balls spilled over now, and the knot forced out another after sliding in...
Fortunately for whatever pride the little brat’s bitch had left, Crevan’s patience seemed to have been spent on his scheme to reel him in. His small body rammed forward, wrenching over a foot of vulpine boy breeder cock from the wolf’s wincing rump before slamming himself back down to the knot—making every neuron lining the wolf’s contorted tunnel scream.
Lydall’s lust-glazed eyes rolled closer towards the back of his skull with every ram, bouncing up and down just as much as the kit’s knot and balls did against his backside. He had lost any control over his body, leaving his hole quivering and his body spasming. The well-bred bitch operated entirely off of reflex, his firm hole clenching tight to milk the boy, squeezing the boy’s kidney-punching, gut-rearranging monster against his own pleasure-button as he did so!
Until~
PLOP~!
“FUUUUUUUUCK~!” Lydall screamed in euphoria as Crevan’s knot barged past his ring at last.
With one lurid, squelching buck, the boy’s crotch-dominating glands sunk in, bulging the wolf’s abdomen with its hole-stuffing size! The rod flexed as the cub’s knot swelled, stiffening into a turgid pole that left Lydall feeling like he had been impaled alive! His prostate screamed, ground beneath the trio of lobes as the boy’s glands throbbed, growing fatter as it locked the two in place.
His second shameful release poured from his cock, even stronger than the last thanks to the knot drumming against his erogenous spot with every flex! The drying mess upon the floor gained a second, larger coat as Lydall’s moaning howl wrung free—putting to test the compound’s sound proofing as more pleasure than the wolf could have ever possibly imagined quaked through his psyche.
Right before the boy’s giant nuts, draped against his smaller, convulsing melons, showed him what a true stud’s climax was like with one titanic clench. Lydall’s eyes snapped forward as he felt the enormous cum factories, boiling hot with their superior virility, clench, pumping thick, fecund ropes of cub seed from the juvenile’s loins! The lad’s cock flared, sending another rapturous wave of pleasure coursing through the wolf’s body as every nerve—from his oh so abused prostate to the countless stretched around the torso-bulging length—was contorted that much farther around the cum-surging prick!
The fox boy’s hot, creamy ambrosia erupted from his buried head, crashing into the wolf’s walls with all the force of a kick to his gut. Pints, if not gallons, of cream was pumped into his deepest depths, inundating his core with the addictive essence.
The boy’s climaxing knot, meanwhile, kept Lydall trapped at the pinnacle of his release, ensuring every last drop of his own seed was emptied from his balls in long, fecund streaks. Each rope of his puppy-batter was smaller than the last, even as the lupine’s balls continued to clench with the same fervor, until his virility had reached its limit and left the wolf’s length dry heaving against the mattress while the boy’s climax continued.
Soon enough, even all the inches the boy had carved forward into Lydall’s body couldn’t contain the massive wad of cream being pumped into his toy—even with the fat damn of his knot locked behind his utterly pillaged ass. The boy’s seed overflowed from the wolf’s ass in a turbulent white flood, seething past his engorged knot to pour over the boy’s own balls—a cascading alabaster flow of thicker, muskier virility than the adult’s. The youth’s superior essence all but swept Lydall’s own away, diluting it to the point of nonexistence beneath the gallons of vigorous swimmers spreading the musky puddle around their hindpaws.
And yet... There was something else.
As the boy’s soft, high-pitched, and utterly satisfied huffs rang out from behind Lydall, and his own body was allowed to slowly drift from the height of ecstasy as the drumming throbs of the cub’s knot subsided...
He could feel a strange sensation seeping into him from the reservoir of cream! The thick pool of ambrosia that, by all rights, should have been bloating his belly from its sheer size and intensity, was instead being drawn into his body, metabolized to fuel whatever pernicious influence the fox’s magic had in mind for him next!
“Oh... I think I forgot to tell you something important...” Crevan sighed wistfully as his small hips ground against the wolf's muscled cheeks... Right as Lydall’s gray-furred rump began to lose some of its well-defined details.
“Kitsune seed will make our lovers more suitable for bearing our litters. Unfortunately, a man like you is quite unsuitable...”
“But my seed will take care of that soon enough~”
The cavernous pit of humiliation and defeat that the boy had blasted into the wolf’s chest collapsed into an even wider abyss when the far too late warning arrived!
Lydall’s eyes snapped open. The fog of pleasure that had settled over his vision scattered in fear as he turned his gaze to his own body—the temple of power and masculinity he took so much pride in, that he had spent so long building—desperately hoping that the boy was just pulling his leg, that the name emblazoned upon the collar on his neck was just a tormenting tease...
Only to see his muscles begin to melt away, leaving him lither... softer... and weaker beneath his cub Master’s body. His limbs grew thinner as his musculature faded away, granting his limbs that had been trapped within the boy’s bindings some freedom of movement at last—alas, still not enough to escape.
His chest pushed out as his pectorals grew softer and fat layered itself on his weaker torso. He had gained a pair of tits... Flat ones, barely perceptible on top of his still toned, still masculine-leaning body, but nevertheless making themselves known while his weight pressed against them.
Even the reflection of his face in the window had changed, losing some of his original stern and steely definition, becoming softer, more boyish... Some might even say more girly. But at least he still appeared more masculine than not... For now.
The kit’s seed had taken more than just his chiseled physique by the time his climax slowly tapered to a close. He was now a full inch shorter, slipping just beneath the six-feet his height had once comfortably cleared, making the boy cock lodged within his torso feel all the fatter for it.
But, by far the worst damage came to his cock. His once prestigious, gut-bulging trouser python had shrunk. Every dry heave from his quivering loins seemed to have come at the expense of a full inch of his girth, dragging the spunk-drooling point back up along the side of the bed whilst his emptied spheres shriveled beneath the intimidating weight and warmth of the fox kit’s balls.
By the time the boy’s seed had finished shifting him irrevocably towards the path of womanhood, Lydall had lost four inches from his once-prestigious tool—leaving barely 12 inches of wolf cock left. That was more than enough for most men to feel like a king of studs, but to Lydall that knew the world beyond, the loss was soul crushing.
“Oooh... Guess you held on well enough...” The kit disturbed the wolf from his self-examination with a smug giggle and a telling swish from his wagging tail.
“How much our lovers change depends upon their will... I suppose you’ll require a few breedings to properly break and turn into my lovely bitch~”
“But, not to worry...” Crevan’s young, sinister voice cooed as he leaned forward, barely managing to reach the adult’s cowed ears with a nuzzle, his booze-flavored breath tickled against the slightly-less-of-a-man’s cheek while his cub jizz landed between their toes with sordid splats. “You’ve promised to be my bitch every night from now on... Every night you come to my bed I’ll pump you full of another bitch-making blast of my jizz. Then... When you’re nicely feminine and fertile... I’ll pump my litter right into your womb~”
“I bet you never thought you’d be mothering your next bastard yourself, did you, ‘Alpha’~?”
“Fuck...” Lydall huffed, unable to complete the ‘you’ that was meant to follow as he simmered from the boy’s threat.
The boy’s magic couldn’t really go that far, could it...? The kid was surely too young for that... Tweak his hormones a bit to make him more of a femboy, sure, but to outright change his sex...!?
Then again, it wasn’t the kit’s magic responsible for these changes, it was his seed. For all Lydall knew, the power might have come from the boy’s father, who definitely had enough power to do so.
Or maybe... This was all an illusion...! Another deception to break him!
It was in the middle of those frantic thoughts and the kit’s giggles of victory that they were interrupted by a firm knock upon the cub’s door—making the boy’s black lips stretch into an even more devious smirk.