Carmon

By

FuzzWolf

This story featuresMale/Male, dom/sub, spanking, cock whipping, sensation play, hot wax, toys, anal sex, and bondage. Carmon the goth fox is \xA9 Rashock and is used with permission and encouragement. The pet is based on the character of a friend and is \xA9 his player, his identity is a secret till the end.<g>

It was another typical night at The Raven, the music was loud, the place was packed with furs, and fetish show on stage was getting hot. Huddled against one wall, mostly hidden in the shadows, Carmon watched. He was tall for a fox, but typically slim. He had most of the common fox fur colourings with the exception of his black headfur and violet bangs. He idly flicked one bang away from his eyes as he scanned over the crowd. The fox wasn’t quite sure what he was looking for. Someone to play with tonight, but nothing more specific. There were lots of likely candidates here, but no one really jumping out at him. Carmon’s trouble was he’s a dominant fox in an environment where foxes are expected to be submissive. This sometimes made finding a playmate difficult. He’d had plenty of fun with the prey species like deer and bunnies, but he really wanted more of a challenge. He’d enjoyed dominating other foxes in the past, but most foxes really wanted a wolf in order to really give in to their submissive whims. They saw him as just not dominant enough; even know he was more skilled than most wolves he’d met in the scene.

Carmon smirked to himself, what he’d really like is a wolf. Yeah, that was it. He needed a real challenge; he needed to show a real predator who was boss. Carmon grinned to himself as this idea solidified in his head, and he began to look through the crowd with more intent. Soon he spotted his next willing victim. Sitting by the bar was a wolf. He looked a little lost, like he wasn’t quite sure he was in the right place. Carmon slowly made his way to the bar, eventually sitting a couple of stools down from the wolf. He ordered a drink and watched the lupine out of the corner of his eye. He had seen the wolf’s leather collar from across the room so already knew he was a submissive. Now that he was closer he noticed the leash hanging from the clip also, but what he was really looking for wasn’t there. Perfect! He’d been looking for a tag, but there wasn’t one. So, this wolf wasn’t owned by anyone, which meant he was fair game.

The fox got up from his stool and casually approached the wolf. He picked the end of the leash up off the stool next to the wolf and sat down next to him. He held up the end of the leash to eye level.

“So, looking for an owner for the night?”

The wolf cocked his head, a slight smirk on his muzzle.

“As I matter of fact, I am looking for a good time tonight.”

“So, how about it then?” Carmon smiled, twirling the end of the leash around his wrist seductively.

“Heh, sorry little foxie, it’s going to take more than you to dominate me,” the wolf chuckled.

Carmon wasn’t entirely unsurprised at this reaction, he’d had it before. It was already a bit of a stigma to be a submissive wolf, and even those that were would only be subs to other wolves. After all the omega of a pack was a very important position, and someone had to fill it. Carmon knew this wolf’s packmates might give him more than a cold shoulder if he was dragged out of the club by a fox. Carmon was well aware of how the wolf social structure worked, and how foxes were viewed in it, but at the same time he was tired of their silly hierarchy getting in the way of his fun. Tonight he was determined to take home a wolf and make him his pet, at least for the evening.

“You’ve got quite an attitude for a pet,” Carmon replied, his voice taking on a steely edge as he gripped the least tighter.

“Look fox, you’re cute and all and I’m tempted to give you a good hard ride, but there’s no way I’m subjugating myself to a vulpine.”

Carmon snarled and yanked hard on the leash, dragging the unsuspecting wolf off his barstool.

“What the hell?”

The fox cut off the wolf before he could speak further by holding him down with one booted foot.

“You’re a sub, sitting there with an open-leash invitation. You don’t have the luxury of saying no to me, understand?”

“Let me up, and give me back my leash,” the wolf growled from his rather uncomfortable position on the floor.

“I,” Carmon crouched down.

“don’t,” he gripped the end of the leash, close to the wolf’s collar.

“think so,” the fox pulled the wolf close to him, sternly looking into his eyes. “You’re coming home with me pup, you’re going to do what I tell you when I tell you, and by the end of the night I’ll have repaid you for that smart muzzle of yours.”

In spite of everything he’d been taught all his life about the relations between wolves and foxes, this wolf felt himself bending to the fox’s will already. He had a real determination, and seemed like a male who might have what it took to really dominate him. He thought about it a moment, while trying not to look directly into the fox’s steely grey eyes. He felt a definite stirring in his sheath as he thought about what might happen if he went home with him tonight.

The wolf sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as he made his decision. He opened his eyes again, lay his ears flat against his head and looked back up at the fox without looking him directly in his eyes.

Carmon grinned and helped the wolf to his feet, then took the end of the leash and led his new pet from the club. This was going to be a good night.

***

“So, um what’s your name?” the wolf nervously asked as the two rode to the fox’s apartment.

“You call me Master or Sir,” Carmon replied without taking his eyes off the road.

“Oh…okay,” the wolf said quietly. “My name’s Ra-“

“Your name is slave, pet or bitch until I tell you otherwise, understand?” the fox snapped.

“Yes sir,” the wolf quickly replied, reacting to the fox’s angry tone and quickly shutting up for the duration of the drive.

Carmon glanced out of the corner of his eye for a moment. The wolf was holding himself close, slightly huddled in his seat. He looked like a fur who was worried he’d gotten in above his head. Carmon could tell from years of experience that this wolf was very new to the scene. He didn’t hold himself quite like a submissive pet normally would, and he seemed very unsure of himself. Apart from the collar and leash, the wolf looked like he’d be more comfortable as a Dom anyway. He was tall, definitely at least six feet, and quite well built. Carmon had never dominated someone physically larger than himself before, but he was looking forward to trying. Besides, when dominating someone it was nothing to do with size and all to do with attitude, and he had plenty of that.

The fox smiled as he pulled into his apartment complex.

“Nearly there now wolf, soon you’ll learn what being a pet is all about,” he grinned a little sadistically. He watched his passenger out of the corner of his, and chuckled inwardly to see him squirm a little.

Five minutes later and Carmon pulled into the parking space in front of his apartment.

“It’s #1428, top of the stairs. Get out and wait by the door for me.”

“Yes, sir” the wolf replied, timidly exciting the vehicle and making his way up the stairs.

Carmon smiled as he watched the wolf ascend, keeping careful watch on the canine’s butt.

“Nice, I’m going to have fun with that,” he chuckled to himself as he removed his radio faceplate and made sure the car was locked up.

He made his way slowly up the stairs so as to drag out his new pet’s anticipation. When he reached the landing he was pleased to see the wolf standing by his door, clutching his own leash and wringing the end between his paws. Carmon almost felt sorry for the wolf when seeing how scared he was, almost.

Carmon opened the door quickly and grabbed the leash from the wolf’s paws. He pulled his new pet inside and slammed the door shut.

The fox led his submissive for the night into the bedroom. The pet looked around, seeing the bed was already prepared for fun. Leather bonds were at the four corners, and there were layers of sheets in the center to protect the rest of the bed from any mess.

“Strip,” Carmon ordered as he lit some candles around the room.

The candlelight created an eerie ambience in the smallish room. The wolf looked around as he stripped off his shirt, and then leaned on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes. He watched his new master closely as the fox dimmed the overhead lights and made sure he had everything else prepared. The wolf was scared now as he looked around at the dresser and nightstand. There was some bondage equipment he recognized, such as the ball gag next to the bed and the variety of whips and paddles. There were also several dildoes and buttplugs prominently displayed also. He was less nervous about that as he’d discovered how much he enjoyed being mounted not long ago, and had even bought a couple of toys to experiment with. What really scared him was being out of control. He really wasn’t used to that. At least this fox seemed to know what he was doing; he just hoped this didn’t go too far. The wolf looked down; he was down to his briefs now. He put his fingertips under the elastic and was about to pull them down when his master ordered him to stop.

“Don’t, I’ll do that,” Carmon grinned and approached the wolf.

Carmon held his pet by the muzzle, turning his head slightly and making a show of inspecting him. He gently caressed his chest, digging his claws into the fur to scratch at the wolf’s skin. He was pleased to hear a satisfied growl in response.

“Good boy,” he said. “We’ll start slow since it’s your first time.”

“O…kay,” the wolf said quietly, barely above a whisper. His voice was choked with fear and anticipation. What would this fox do to him?

Carmon nuzzled the wolf’s shoulder, giving his neck a little nip that made his prey arch his back in surprise. He didn’t hold the bite long, nuzzling his way up to the wolf’s left ear.

“Lie down on the bed, pet.” Carmon commanded.

The wolf’s ears went down as he obeyed.

“Yes, sir.”

Soon the wolf was in the desired position, lying face down and spread-eagled in the center of the bed wearing only his briefs. Carmon strutted back and forth, admiring his new plaything. The fox had forgone any restraints this time. This was how he preferred to do this anyway, to have an animal so subjugated that he restrained himself in effect. The wolf was diligently keeping his paws spread apart and touching the edges of the bed, holding himself still in an effort to please his new master. Carmon was indeed pleased so far, but would not see how well the wolf kept this up once the real discipline began.

“Now, you’ve been a naughty pup, so something to teach you a lesson,” Carmon began, walking back and forth behind the wolf, admiring the canine’s perfectly shaped rear in this tight underwear.

Carmon proceeded to make a show of selecting just the right implement to break in his new pet. He could feel the wolf’s nervous eyes on him as he perused the selection of crops, paddles and floggers.

“Hmm, this should warm that butt up nicely,” Carmon said as he held a black slapper up for the wolf to see.

The fox slapped his paw with it as he approached, getting into position behind his pet. The slapper was made of black leather, shaped like a paddle, but made of two separate pieces of flexible leather that made a deliciously loud smack when they came together. It was also holed for less wind resistance, with each hole being outlined with a metal ring.

Carmon came to rest at the wolf’s left side; he leaned over and gently draped the slapper against his pet’s rump, just under his tail. Inside, the wolf quivered as he felt the cool leather through his underwear.

“Now, have you been a good boy?” Carmon asked, making his voice sound stern.

“Y-yes, sir,” the wolf weakly replied.

SMACK!

Carmon brought the harsh leather down hard on his pet’s backside. The wolf’s back arched and he cried out at the sudden pain from under his tail.

“Don’t lie to me, boy,” Carmon scowled. “Now, tell me the truth. Have you been a good boy?”

“No, sir,” his pet said this time, whimpering a little.

“So, what have you been?” Carmon grinned wickedly.

“A bad boy, sir,” was the response, as the wolf lowered his head into the pillows shamefully.

“That’s right,” Carmon said as he tapped the slapper against his palm. “Remember that, you asked for this.”

With that last comment to further humiliate his pet, Carmon began slapping the wolf’s butt hard and fast. The harsh leather swished as it cut through the air, making loud angry smacks as it bit into the wolf’s flesh. He worked hard and fast, alternating from side to side to cover both cheeks, and moving up and down from the upper thighs to just under his tail.

The wolf alternated between pushing his face into the pillows and crying against them and crying out loud, whining loudly while still trying to stay in position lest he makes things any worse for himself. After a few minutes he noticed the initial sharp stings of pain were subsiding, being replaced by a warm glow that covered all of his rump.

Carmon stopped after about ten minutes of hard spanking.

“There, that should warm you up a bit for the real fun.”

The fox turned grinning with satisfaction as he heard the wolf give a nervous whimper.

“Oh, that was nothing puppy. Nothing at all.”

Carmon carefully put his favourite slapper away, and picked up a rather menacing looking knife. He could see the wolf gulp as he approached.

“Now, off with these,” the fox said as he pricked the wolf’s underwear with the tip of his blade.

“Hold still,” he ordered.

The wolf did so, only quivering slightly. He gasped fearfully as he felt the tip of the knife tearing a small hole in his white, cotton underwear. He felt the cool steel against the back of his balls. The blade effortlessly cut through the material, running up to tear right up the middle to the waistband. His new master was so skilled with his blade that the tip ran right up the back of his ball sack and between his cheeks without cutting one single fur. He shivered when he felt the knife get to the underside of his tail, dipping just slightly to kiss his tight pink tailhole before snapping up quickly to slice the elastic clean through. He let out the breath he’d been holding as the fox parted the shreds he was left with, made a couple more quick slices and then pulled them free.

Carmon throbbed in his pants at the sight before him. The wolf was still lying spread-eagled on the bed, but now Carmon could clearly see the back of his ample ball sack and the tight pucker between his slightly parted cheeks. He could see those cheeks were becoming slightly pink under the thinner white fur of his rear and thighs. Carmon had been planning to move on now, but the sight of the raised tail and reddening rump were too much for him to resist. Time for some bare-bottom spanking, he thought to himself with a chuckle. He went and found the cedar paddle a friend had made for him. The fox tested it experimentally on his paw a couple times before sitting down next to his wolf. He gently caressed the wolf’s back with his left paw, stroking in the direction of the fur and telling him what a good boy he was as he gently rubbed the smooth wood of the paddle under his tail.

After a few moments of the relaxing rubbing on his fur from both paddle and paw, Carmon suddenly gripped the base of the wolf’s tail, holding it up high. The wolf whimpered piteously.

“Quiet boy, just keep holding still. Now, count with me,” he ordered as he gave the wolf’s rump a might swat with the paddle.

“One,” the pet replied, his voice choked with surprise at the sudden impact.

“Good boy, you’re doing fine,” Carmon replied happily as he struck again.

The first smack had been right across both cheeks, in the center of the wolf’s rear. This second one concentrated solely on the right cheek, giving one side the full force of the impact. As the wolf was gasping out a “two”, Carmon struck again in exactly the same spot, letting the pains build on top of each other.

“Oh! Three,” the wolf gasped, feeling the right side of his rear burning.

Carmon then repeated that process to the left side, eventually settling into a steady rhythm of two heavy hits on one spot, then alternating from side to side and working his way down gradually till soon he was paddling the wolf’s upper thighs and ordering his slave to spread his legs wider, which he did reluctantly.

The wolf cried as Carmon finally stopped halfway down his thighs. Then he delivered the finishing touches, five smacks, hard and heavy, in the same spot right under the wolf’s tail. As the wolf lay crying with his head buried in the pillows, Carmon gently caressed the beaten fur under his tail.

“Yes, very nice. That’s getting nice and warm now. You’re ready for the next step.”

Carmon stood up and retrieved the ball gag from the mantle.

“Now, the last time I did this, my pet’s screams upset my neighbours so you’ll have to wear this.”

The wolf’s eyes went wide at that remark.

“But what if I um…what if,” he stammered.

“Don’t worry,” Carmon tossed something to him. “If you need to stop, just squeeze that puppy toy.”

The pet looked down at what he’d caught and gave the little rubber bone an experimental squeeze. He gulped, scared to death but wanting this so badly too.

“Okay.”

“Good, here we go,” Carmon grabbed the wolf’s muzzle and forces the plastic ball of the gag between his teeth. Practiced as he was, he had quickly fastened the gag before his pet had even realized what was in his muzzle.

Next Carmon attached a small leather band to the base of his pet’s tail, and then clipped the other end by a length of leather to the wolf’s collar. He adjusted the leather so that the tail was held up nicely away from the wolf’s delicious red rear. Now, came the oil. You could never have enough so Carmon made sure to use plenty and let it soak into the fur of his pet’s ass, balls and thighs. The wolf actually found this rather pleasant and moaned pleasurably as Carmon massaged the slick oil into his fur.

“Good, you’re all set,” Carmon said after several minutes of making sure his wolf was nicely oiled. “Now for the really fun part.”

The wolf watched him get up curiously; keeping an eye on his master’s slightly swaying tail as he walked over to where most of the candles burned silently. He hoped his master just needed the candle to get something else, a crop, a buttplug anything at all, he just hoped he wasn’t going to do what he thought he was. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the fox experimentally dripping a small drop of the candle’s liquefied wax onto the inside of his forearm. His master gasped a little, then wiped the congealed was from his arm. He saw why his master had oiled him up first now. With the oil there, the wax didn’t have a chance to stick to his fur and could just be wiped away.

Carmon once again sat on the wolf’s left, petting him gently with his left paw and holding the candle in his right.

“Now, just hold still. You’ll be a work of art when I’m done with you.”

The wolf closed his eyes tightly, mentally bracing himself.

Carmon slowly tilted the candle till a long drop of wax fell from its tip. The drop landed on the wolf’s left cheek, creating a searing, hot pain where it fell. Carmon grinned with satisfaction as the wolf’s body stiffened, trying to bear it for now. He knew that resolve would soon fail. The fox moved the candle over now, making a trail of wax from the first drop towards the wolf’s furry crack. He stopped just short of pouring any wax between his pet’s cheeks; he thought he could feel the little sigh of relief at that. Next, Carmon treated the other side to a dose of the same, the wolf again stiffening and whimpering to himself.

“Hmm, you seem to be taking this rather well pup. I guess we’ll have to go for something more…intense.”

His pet whimpered audibly this time as Carmon leaned forward a bit. The wolf’s furry balls lay on the bed, exposed and vulnerable. Carmon’s foxhood throbbed at the site of them, so round and delicious looking. He was really going to enjoy this.

At the next drop of wax, the wolf screamed around his gag. He reached forward and gripped the headboard tightly, hanging on for dear life at the white hot pain that was now slowly covering his tender ball sack. He saw the little squeaky bone fall in front of his nose as he gripped the headboard. He considered using it now. It felt like his balls were on fire now, flames burning off the fur of his scrotum and spreading up his crack. Just at the point the pain was becoming unbearable it stopped and began to cool down. Next the pain hit on his inner thighs, one at a time, and he realized the pain was searing at first, but then the wax cooled down relatively quickly. He grunted, getting used to the severe pain and the not unpleasant warmth afterward. The sensations were just on the verge of being horrific, but pulled back just before they became too much. His master knew what he was doing, he dropped just enough wax to make a good sting, but not enough to do any damage or go beyond what he could take.

Next Carmon held his pet’s cheeks apart slightly with one paw and began to drip wax near the base of his balls. His lupine captive gripped the headboard tightly again, sweat beading on his forehead as he cried out around his gag. Carmon reveled in his cries as he worked his way upwards, dripping the wax over the tender skin between his balls and tailhole, which sent an extreme sensation of heat directly to his pet’s prostate.

The wolf was basking in the extreme sensations now. He arches his back and parted his legs even wider as he felt the wax slowly approaching his clenched pucker. He groaned, beginning to hump the air, feeling the heat getting closer and closer. He screamed suddenly, burying his head in the pillows again and starting to cry as the burning wax finally found its mark. Carmon made sure to coat his little pink bud completely with molten wax before moving up to smother the tender base of his tail too.

Now that the most extreme fun for the evening was out of the way, Carmon decided he wanted to hear his new pet’s squeals. He removed the gag now; the wolf was still whimpering and crying.

“Oh…oh…,” he gave a loud whimper as the heat settled in.

Carmon reached under his captive and took hold of his wolfhood. The fox was impressed; his pet was raging hard and dripping profusely all over his sheets. For a newcomer, the wolf was certainly getting very aroused by all this. He was very encouraged by this reaction so decided to continue the fun now, and not hold back as much. He gave the rampant wolf cock a strong squeeze, eliciting a pleasure-filled moan from his captive, before beginning to slowly peel the dried wax from his pet’s tailhole.

The pet watched Carmon to see what the fox planned to do to him next. His eyes widened as he saw the fox approaching with a large black toy. It was the kind of black that glistened in the dim light of the room. He felt his tailhole twitch as he imagined feeling it inside him.

“Wolf cock,” Carmon said proudly as he held the toy out for his pet to see. “Modeled after a porn star.”

The wolf drooled at the site of it, he’d never seen one that huge attached to any wolf he’d ever been with. Then again, there was that one wolf whose knot was as big around as his fist. He was almost as big as this toy. Carmon held the tip of the wolf cock toy up to his pet’s muzzle.

“Open up and get it nice and wet, cuz it’s going right under that pretty tail when you’re done.”

The wolf’s own cock throbbed and spat out a shot of precum at that as he opened his muzzle wide. He gulped down every inch of the thick rubber cock as his master fed it to him. His long canine tongue wrapped around the wide shaft, coating it in his saliva. It had been a while since he’d been mounted, and he had a feeling the fox wasn’t going to go easy on him. Somehow the idea of the massive canine dildo being thrust harshly into his seldom-used tailhole was really turning him on. Just as he was attempting to slicken up the toy’s knot, the fox pulled it away.

“That’s good enough puppy, we wanna leave enough friction for you to really feel it.”

Carmon was pleased as his pet whimpered at that, lowering his ears. The fox was marveling at how well this wolf was playing his role for a newcomer, or maybe the whimper was genuine.

Carmon’s pet was now arching his back to raise his rump into the air and parting his legs for easier access.

“Good boy,” the fox approved that his pet was so eager to please him.

“Such a good boy,” Carmon cooed as he reached around to take hold of his pet’s raging erection. The wolf whimpered as his master stroked him gently, all the time rubbing his flowing precum all over his sensitive tip. Soon he felt the tapered tip of the lupine toy at his tight entrance. He moaned and pressed back against it.

“That’s it, you want this don’t you?” Carmon stated as he pushed the tip gently forward, pressing into his pet just a little.

“Oooh, yes sir,” the wolf moaned.

“Good, because here it comes,” the wolf’s master grabbed his cock, squeezing it tight as he thrust the nine inches of black rubber wolfcock to the knot between his reddened cheeks.

“Awwgod,” the pet cried out as the pain of being spread open so suddenly took him.

“Yesss, there it is. Now, you’re a real wolf slut, aren’t you boy?” Carmon teased his pet as he began to slowly pump the thick toy in and out, all the while tightly squeezing and stroking the real lupine cock in his paw.

“Yes, sir,” the wolf whimpered, almost crying now.

The wolf lay there, softly moaning and whimpering to himself as the fox proceeded to roughly pump the thick toy in and out of his abused rump. He focused on the pleasure the fox was giving his own wolfhood until the pain of being spread open subsided to be replaced by the extreme pleasure of being so filled. A few more minutes and the wolf was panting and humping back and forth, impaling himself on the pounding toy while thrusting his cock into his master’s tight, squeezing paw.

“I think you’re ready now,” Carmon dropped the dripping wolfcock just as his pet’s balls had drawn up, signaling an oncoming orgasm.

As the wolf’s impending climax receded, leaving his balls full and aching, Carmon placed both paws on the smooth base of the toy and shoved forward hard. The noise his pet made as the toy’s knot slammed home was somewhere between a shout and a bark. Carmon watched the wolf’s body quiver, his paws clenching the sheets as the pain and pleasure of being tied left him speechless. Being particularly mean, the fox tugged and wiggled the base of the dildo gently, making sure the wolf felt that huge knot stretching him open and locking the toy inside him.

“Now then, you were a bad boy and nearly came before I told you you could. Turn over, onto your back,” Carmon ordered, taking a serious tone again.

He went to get his next set of toys as his pet got into the new position. He smiled to himself as he heard the wolf moan. He knew his pet was lying on his back now; some of his weight was resting on the thick toy he was tied with. Carmon walked back to the bed, holding two small implements, and a water goblet. He set the goblet down next to the bed and held up one of the implements.

The wolf, not being very familiar with spanking equipment, did not recognize it. However, it was a leather cockwhip. The wolf’s master began to gently tease the thin leather strands up and down his turgid wolfhood. His hips bucked and he moaned, feeling the thick cock pressing him deep inside. His lupine member was still rock hard and flowing precum, his knot was also fully formed and painfully hard. He had been so close to cumming, the teasing was almost unbearable.

SNAP!

He gasped and arched his back as the leather lash snapped against the underside of his cock. When his rear hit the bed again, he felt that thick toy pushing deep inside once more, making his cock jump up with arousal, directly into the path of the next whipping. His body jerked and writhed around as he fought valiantly to keep his position on the bed. The leather striking his painfully hard erection was the most extreme pain/pleasure feeling he’d ever had. Even the hot wax on his balls hadn’t felt like this. He began to hump up into the lashes, wanting to feel them more. The initial sting hurt like hell, but the throb afterward felt like he was being squeezed and caressed again. Just as his wolfhood was getting sore and he was about to use the safeword, his master stopped whipping his cock, and moved down to his balls. This was a different pain, as the whip sliced off the dried wax from his scrotum, and sent a sting through his overfull orbs. He almost felt like he was cumming as his balls were stimulated. Next came a small rubber paddle, applied liberally to the underside of his balls, the belly of his shaft, and his inner thighs. He gasped and whimpered, spreading his legs wide to allow his master full access to his inner thighs and vulnerable balls.

“Oh look at that, he likes it,” Carmon remarked, paddling the underside of his pet’s full balls harder now.

His pet suddenly wrapped his arms around his knees and held his legs back and apart.

“Very good boy, spread them nice and wide for me!”

“Ooh, yes sir!” Carmon’s new pet exclaimed happily.

The dominant vulpine continued to work on the wolf’s balls and cock with the small paddle for several minutes before stopping to move onto a different sensation.

First he ordered his pet to close his eyes. Once he had complied, Carmon reached into his goblet.

The wolf’s balls and cock were almost hot to the touch, partially from his extreme arousal, but mostly from their harsh spanking. When the ice touched his balls, they drew up close to his body and the sensation took his breath away.

“Yes, that’s it…” Carmon grinned as he rubbed the melting ice cube around his pet’s full balls. They stayed drawn up close, his sack so tight his balls were perfectly outlined. Carmon made sure not to miss any spot as he iced over the wolf’s nuts. He even covered the underside of his sack, causing a little drop of ice water to run down between the wolf’s cheeks and dribble over the base of the toy that was still lodged deep inside him.

The wolf gasped and moaned when the ice touched his tender cock next. His master ran the cube up and down his shaft, making sure every inch was covered before moving to his dripping cockhead. He whimpered piteously when the fox paid particular attention to his cocktip, he swirled the ice around and around his most sensitive part, even going so far as to let it sit for several seconds at that special spot just under the head. As the wolf gripped the bed frame and whimpered loudly, Carmon tossed the ice cube back into the goblet and had the candle in his paw again before his pet could come down from the ice treatment.

“Ohhh, grrrr,” the wolf gritted his teeth and clawed at the headboard as the hot wax splashed onto the underside of his cock.

Carmon poured the wax up and down the length of the wolf’s shaft, making sure to coat his cockhead also.

“It hurts, sir,” the wolf cried quietly.

“I know pet,” Carmon said, moving down to coat the canine’s grey-furred balls once more, “but you’re being such a good boy now.”

The wolf’s eyes watered as his balls felt like the fur there was singing off. The bits of wax that had been on there were heating up again, and the moisture of the ice water evaporated quickly and offered no respite from the burning wax on his abused cock.

“There, perfect,” Carmon said happily once he was done.

Now the wolf’s entire cock, knot, sheath and balls were covered in black candle wax. He left his pet’s cock and balls alone to cool for a bit, and decided to tease his plaything’s tailhole instead. The wolf whimpered and shook as Carmon tugged at the thick dildo in his rump. He twisted it around a little and wiggled it from left to right, carefully watching his toy’s expressions of pleasure as the toy probed him deeply. He gave it a good shove forward again once he was satisfied the wax had dried fully.

“Now, to get this off so I can see that cock of yours,” Carmon leaned forward and began to slowly peel the dried wax off the wolf’s cock and knot.

The wolf whimpered, his wolfhood still painfully hard despite all the harsh attention it had received tonight.

“Don’t worry pet, you’ve been a good boy and I want you to cum now.”

The wolf sighed in relief as Carmon finished stripping the wax from his engorged knot.

“Now, get on all fours for me.”

“Yes, sir,” the pet responded, his ears still held down submissively.

Carmon reached between his pet’s legs from behind him, grasping the thick canine cock and giving it a good squeeze.

“You want to cum bad, don’t you boy?”

“Yes, please sir,” the wolf whined.

“Then you shall, but you have to earn it. Hold out your paw,” Carmon ordered, making his voice take on a steely tone again.

The wolf nervously held out his right paw, not quite sure what was going to happen. The coolness of the lube being squirted into his palm took him off guard somewhat.

“Now, I’m going to spank you good and hard, and I’m not going to stop till you cum. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” the wolf gasped, his cock throbbing with arousal at the very thought.

“Good boy, now start pawing. I want to see that thick cock of yours spurting all over the bed.”

“Yes, sir,” the pet responded again, taking hold of his throbbing, aching member and beginning to stroke himself.

“Such an obedient pup,” Carmon observed as he moved to the wolf’s side.

The fox picked up his favourite paddle, a cherry wood frat paddle, and delivered the first of many heavy swats to his pet’s exposed rear.

In his rush to obey his new master, the wolf had forgotten one thing. He hadn’t realized the fox was going to use such a heavy paddle, the thing send a thump through his whole body, and he’d also not realized the impact of the paddle on the base of the thick toy he was tied too would send that thump right into his prostate. He found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on pawing himself off as the spanking continued. Each time he’d feel himself get a little close, another heavy hit right in the middle of his rear would slam the wolfcock in his tailhole a little deeper. He began to paw faster and faster, hoping to bring himself to his peak quickly before this began unbearable. Already he could feel his rear glowing warmly as the fox’s paddle worked every inch of his backside.

“Cum now boy, don’t keep me waiting,” Carmon ordered as he began to smack hard and fast, matching his strikes to the wolf’s pawing.

The wolf whimpered as he pawed, desperately trying to concentrate on cumming. He tried to ignore how much his cock now ached from hours of being rock hard, whipped and subjected to fire and ice. He could feel it now, finally getting closer. He forgot to breathe for a moment as he felt the pressure building up to a near explosive feeling. His balls pulled up close and tight to his body, still bound in their waxy sheath. Master delivered a particularly hard blow right to the base of the trapped toy, and the wolf’s cock exploded. A long jet of cum fired out of his oversensitive tip, landing next to his other paw. The next spurt shot upwards, coating his chest and belly with cum.

“That’s it, good boy,” Carmon breathed heavily as he kept paddling his pet relentlessly. “Milk it all out for me.”

His pet cried out again, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure as the last few spurts of his juice were forced from him. He milked his cock till he felt his balls had run dry, pawing himself till he ached in an effort to please his master.

“Very good pup,” Carmon affectionately stroked his pet’s tail, reaching down to give his drained balls a little tug. “Only one last thing to do.”

“Yes, master?” The wolf asked.

“Get on your back again.”

The wolf quickly complied by lying down on his back, arms and legs spread out again. His drained wolfhood still stuck up from his body, hard as a rock and held straight up by his fully engorged knot.

“Perfect,” Carmon said as he stripped fully, finally revealing himself fully to the wolf.

The wolf couldn’t help but stare as the fox stripped. Carmon’s body was sleek and beautiful, his fur a deep russet, slightly darker than the normal red. His maleness was fully hard and dripping precum freely as he had been aroused all night also. The wolf’s eyes widened as the fox began to stroke himself, his hips rocking into the air as he pawed himself to full hardness.

“Now, it’s my turn to cum,” the fox licked his lips and climbed up onto the bed, straddling the wolf’s body.

Carmon watched as the wolf’s mouth opened, obviously expecting him to hump his muzzle.

“Just stay still wolfie, and soon I’ll cum all over that pretty face of yours,” Carmon said softly, his voice gentle and quiet now.

Soon, Carmon was straddled across his pet’s body and pawing off. He grunted and moaned, humping into his paw and gripping his slim foxcock tightly. His pet just lay there, waiting for his master to shower him in his foxcream.

“Now, I’m ready,” Carmon grinned down at his pet.

The fox reached behind him and gripped his pet’s still-hard cock. He began to stroke it firmly, making sure it was still nice and hard. The wolf’s hips bucked a little and he whimpered, his master’s soft paw on his cock felt almost painful now that he was spent and still overly sensitive.

“Don’t whimper, you’ve been a good boy till now. I’m going to use your cock to finish myself off whether you like it or not,” Carmon growled a little and gave the tender wolfcock in his paw a hard squeeze, eliciting another painful moan from his pet.

The fox leaned over, raising his thick, red tail as he slipped the wolf’s slick cockhead between his cheeks. Soon, he felt that thick cock pressing against his tailhole. Carmon sighed happily and pushed himself down.

“Ohh yeah, that’s it boy,” Carmon gasped, feeling the wolf’s member slide past his tight pucker and spread him open, it’d been too long since he’d felt a hot, canine cock inside him.

Carmon began to hump himself up and down, riding the wolf’s aching pole.

“Oh, that’s it. I’m going to make this last,” Carmon said as he stopped pawing his own cock and lay his paws on the bed to lean on.

He could tell his pet was holding back a whimper at that. He smiled and squeezed down on the wolf’s cock with his tight rump. Carmon was able to make his pet whimper that time before he began riding the wolf cock hard and fast. After a few minutes the fox was as desperate to cum as his pet had been earlier. He began to paw himself again, his soft paw sliding over his long, slim foxcock. He grunted as his balls bounced off the wolf’s powerful stomach with each deep downward thrust. He impaled himself on the wolf’s pole again and again, feeling his need building quickly.

“Here it comes wolf, I’m going to cum all over that muzzle,” Carmon grunted, slamming himself down on the wolf’s cock hard enough to feel his thick knot pushing against his tight pucker.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Carmon pushed down hard again and again, feeling the thick knot pushing farther into him each time.

“Ohhh, oh yeah!” The fox gasped as he pushed down hard, feeling the knot slowly pushing into him, opening him wide, and finally slipping inside his tight rear. He squeezed down hard on the trapped knot, making its owner bark and whine. That was all Carmon needed, he pushed forward as he felt himself cum. He made sure to shoot all over the wolf’s face, marking him with his fox juice. He grunted and squeezed down, loving the feel of the thick knot spreading him open wide as he came all over the wolf’s face and chest.

Carmon didn’t waste much time, he sat up and reached back to pull the wolf’s thick cock from under his tail. Once the knot was free, the rest of his pet’s shaft slipped out easily and he scooted forward along the wolf’s body till his spent cock was rubbing against the wolf’s lips.

“Now, lick me clean,” Carmon demanded.

The wolf, once again whimpering submissively, began to lick his master’s foxhood clean.

Carmon’s body shivered as the soft, slick tongue played over his spent maleness. He gently humped his hips forward, pushing his cock insistently into the wolf’s muzzle till his pet was taking him fully. Carmon mounted his pet’s muzzle for several minutes before pulling away.

“Very good wolf,” he said offhandedly as he began to pick up his toys from around the room.

Carmon looked around to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.

“Oh, can’t forget this,” he said as he leaned over. He reached between the wolf’s legs to grip the base of his wolfcock toy. He roughly yanked it out, knot and all, making his pet cry out in pain and hold his ravaged tailhole.

Carmon chucked to himself. “It’s never as much fun coming out, is it.”

“No, sir,” the wolf whined.

“You don’t have to call me sir anymore wolf, I dismiss you,” Carmon said with a wave of his paw. “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

The wolf blinked, a little surprised that this was over so suddenly.

“You mean, you don’t want to keep me?”

“Heh, sorry but no. You were good wolf, but I don’t play with the same pet twice. There are plenty more like you out there I need to teach a lesson to.”

The wolf lowered his head, closing his green eyes.

“What’s your name by the way?” Carmon asked as he put the candle back up on the mantle.

“Ray,” the wolf looked up hopefully.

The fox felt a bit sorry for the wolf now, it seemed he was a bit lost when he wasn’t calling him master.

“Well Ray, I’m Carmon. You were a good pet tonight. Maybe…” he paused as he chose his words, not wanting to get in over his head here. “Maybe, I’ll take you home again sometime, okay?”

Ray smiled a little now, “Okay,” he replied softly.

“Now, home with you,” Carmon ordered with a slight smile.

“Yes, sir,” the wolf chuckled, quickly getting dressed.

Carmon locked the door behind Ray, blew out the few candles that lighted his apartment and went to bed.

Ray returned home and took a shower to get the rest of the wax off his balls and sheath. Despite his aching groin, he pawed off in the shower as he thought about the gorgeous fox dominating him again. He whimpered and closed his eyes, imagining what it would feel like to have Carmon mount him. He imagined the fox’s knot popping in him as he sprayed his cum onto the shower walls. Next time he swore, he’d get his master to mount him.

Ray \xA9 Railo Wolf