Compressions and Rarefactions

By FuzzWolf

Chapter 2

Story, Trevor and Sinclair \xA9 FuzzWolf 2003, Darkie is \xA9 his player.

After having seen Trevor off for the night, Sinclair cleaned up the kitchen from this morning’s fun. There was milk everywhere. All kinds: wolf, fox and the more traditional 2%. That thought made him smile as he tossed his dishrag into the hamper for later. He’d never thought he’d ever become the domestic type, but he managed to keep the place pretty tidy normally. The wolf puttered around his apartment for a few more minutes before he realized it was getting late, almost club time. He figured by the time he was done showering and dressing, it’d be time to go. It wouldn’t do to arrive at The Raven too early. By the time he showed up, there would be enough of a crowd to make it worthwhile. He was really in the mood to spend time with Trevor, but he knew Bunny would keep him busy for most of the night. The wolf would have to find another sub for the night. He smiled a bit; it would be fun to go “hunting” again.

***

“Hey pup, you lookin’ for a good time?”

Sinclair inwardly groaned as he put his drink down on the bar. “You know I don’t play with bears, Bruno,” he replied without turning.

“Yeah, I know,” the hirsute ursine said as he hopped up on the stool next to Sinclair.

“So, why’d you ask if you already know the answer,” the wolf grinned back as his fellow dom.

“Well, you know I love lupines, but it’s so hard to find a willing playmate. You’re all so…,” he paused, clicking his tongue as he thought of an appropriate word, “predatory.”

Sinclair chuckled. “That, we are,” he agreed as he sipped his rum and coke, hold the rum.

“I figured, since you know most of the wolves around here, you could point me in the right direction.”

“Hmm, okay then,” Sinclair turned, leaning his back against the bar and scanned the crowd.

The wolf’s keen eyes scanned over the bodies writhing against each other on the dance floor. He then strained his nose, sniffing out a likely body. He picked one out quickly, a familiar scent. Submissive wolves were indeed hard to find for non-wolves. For a wolf, all you had to do was find a wolf less dominant than you. Prove yourself more dominant and you had a willing partner for the night. Problem was, very few wolves were willing to subjugate themselves to another species. Sadly, there was a kind of stigma around true submissives in wolf society.

“Found one.”

“Show me,” Bruno leaned in close as Sinclair tried to find with his eyes what his nose had already told him.

“Shit, he’s caught already,” Sinclair chuckled as he saw what had happened. “By a fox no less.”

“Dammit, guess I’ll have to settle for that flirty cat instead,” the ursine growled as he followed Sinclair’s look. They smiled as they watched a submissive wolf, collared and leashed, being led out of the Raven by his new master for the night.

“Have fun with that cat, Bruno,” Sinclair said as the bear walked off, slightly disappointed.

“At least he’ll still get laid tonight, hmm.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Sinclair turned again to see who had spoken.

“So, how about it big boy, are you looking for a good time,” the female cheetah asked him.

Sinclair laughed quietly at his old friend, “Celina, you know you’re not my type love.”

“I know baby,” she purred and rubbed against him, “pussy just isn’t what you’re used to, is it?”

“Not at all,” he grinned back, reaching around to give her a quick grope, stopping when he heard a small whimper in the darkness. “Who do you have with you, my dear?”

“Oh, this old thing,” she replied, tugging on a leash.

Sinclair could now see a nearly naked black panther was crouched just behind Celina, he moved closer as the metal chain tugged on his collar.

“This, my dear wolf is the pussy I was referring to.”

“I see, your new pet I take it.”

“Quite, but I’m afraid I’m having some problems with him.”

“Hmm,” Sinclair grinned, playing along with whatever scene Celina had with her pet panther. “Such as?”

“There are some lessons he needs to learn that I could use some help with teaching him. If you’re interested, of course.”

“Why, you know I’m always willing to help. Now, tell me all about it. Has he been a naughty boy?” Sinclair felt his sheath stir in his tight pants. “Do you need me to put him over my knee for you?”

“Heh,” the slim cheetah laughed, “Not at all. He’s quite obedient, and even if he weren’t I’m fully capable of making that delicious rear quite red.”

“Of course, of course. So, what lesson would you have me teach your pet?”

“Oh, it’s terrible dear wolf. Darkie tries to hard to please me, but he’s so very small you see. His little cock just doesn’t satisfy me at all.”

With that, the panther whimpered, turning away slightly and lowering his ears in shame.

“Oh my, terrible. Such a big kitty too.”

“I know, I know. He’s quite tall when I allow him to stand, but the most important part of him is so tiny. What I need you to do, old friend, is show my little panther what a real fucking feels like,” Celina licked her lips and grinned.

Sinclair was beginning to really like the sound of this. “Tell me Celina, has he ever been taken?”

“No,” she smiled. “He’s never been with a male before. He thinks he might be straight.”

At this, they both laughed while Darkie whimpered and looked to the floor. He saw out of the corner of his eye as his mistress passed the end of his leash to the imposing male wolf.

“Oh, take this too please,” Celina passed a digital video camera to Sinclair. “I want to see him squeal, okay?”

“Consider it done,” Sinclair licked his lips and gave the leash a tug, “Come boy, tonight you belong to me.”

“Yes…master,” the panther sighed, trotting after the wolf as they left the club. Behind him, his mistress told Sinclair to be sure and mark him as she continued laughing.

***

Sinclair pulled his new plaything into the bedroom of his apartment by his leash.

“Now boy, you wait right there.”

The wolf left the panther alone, closing the door behind him. He knew being left alone, not knowing what to expect, enhanced the fear and anticipation of what might happen. He hadn’t wanted to ask too many questions at the club in an attempt to keep up the scene they’d been created on the fly, but he did need some answers. He quickly dialed Celina’s cell, she picked up on the first ring.

“You got home fast, couldn’t wait to try him out, eh?” She chuckled.

“You’ve got me figured out, don’t ya.”

“Okay, here are the details.”

Now armed with his submissive’s likes, dislike and safe word, Sinclair was ready. He entered the bed room and set up a tripod in the corner. He placed the camera Celina had given him on it and zoomed in on the center of the bed. The panther watched him quietly as he set up the video camera. He walked up to the slim panther, who was crouched on the floor of the bedroom.

“Okay boy, first you have to get a look at what you’ll be taking tonight,” he smiled down at Darkie. “Take out my cock,” he ordered.

Darkie swallowed and sat up on his knees. He slowly moved his paws, which were shaking slightly, to Sinclair’s belt. He began to open it up slowly.

“Faster boy, I don’t have all night here,” the wolf commanded, sounded slightly aggravated.

The panther moved faster, quickly opening up the wolf’s top button and unzipping him. He whimpered as he saw his new master’s plump sheath for the first time.

“Yes pet, you’ll take every inch by the end of the night.”

Sinclair finished getting undressed, carelessly tossing his clothes on the floor. He stood naked in front of the nervous feline.

“Strip and follow me,” he said simply as he turned towards the bathroom.

Darkie did as he was told, throwing his own clothes into a pile next to the wolf’s. He followed Sinclair to the master bathroom. The wolf ushered his new pet in before him as he plucked the camera off it’s tripod.

“I drank too much tonight,” he told the panther. “I’ve really got to go now. Get on your knees, next to the toilet there.”

Darkie obeyed, crouching down next to the commode.

“Lean your head over the bowl.”

The panther sighed, his ears flat against his head as he bent over, knowing what was to come. Above him, his master pulled down his sheath to let his large, but still flaccid, wolfcock hang out.

Once Darkie was in position, Sinclair grinned and turned on the camera.

“Here we go,” he said as the show began.

Sinclair sighed as he relieved himself. He looked down at the panther as his warm urine sprayed the feline’s shoulders and arm. He carefully aimed higher up, soaking his neck and moving up to his closed muzzle. The wolf covered his pet’s face, letting it soak in and making the panther’s black fur that much darker.

“Open up, boy,” the wolf commanded, in his most imposing voice.

Darkie squeezed his eyes shut tight and opened his muzzle, gulping a little as the hot wolf piss splashed onto his tongue and down his throat. The torrent seemed to last forever, but in reality was only a few seconds and Sinclair had moved the stream farther down. He carefully marked the panther as his, coving the subjugated animal from head to toe.

Sinclair held back a little, holding some in.

“Now, look at me and spread your legs. Let’s see that little cock of yours.”

Darkie moaned, feeling his face burning with shame as he opened his eyes and slowly turned, parting his legs to reveal all of his body to his new owner.

The panther mewed a little as the wolf laughed at him. “Your mistress was right, boy. You could never please a woman with that pathetic little thing.”

Sinclair released another stream, this time directly on the panther’s crotch. Darkie moaned as the wolf’s warm piss covered his rock-hard erection and flowed down over his dangling, black balls. His feline member stood up from his body, it’s full length of just under five inches displayed for his master’s amusement. Gradually, the stream of urine trailed off as Sinclair finished marking him.

“Ah, much better. So far, you’re good for pissing on, boy. Let’s see if I can teach you some other tricks, eh.”

Sinclair reached down and grabbed the panther by the scruff of his neck, pulling him along like an errant kitten. The panther hung limply like a rag doll from his paw as he stopped to quickly remount the camera and make sure it was again aimed towards the bed. He then dragged his pet over to the bed, pulling the panther on after him. He sat up on his knees, the panther as lying down in front of him.

“Now,” he grabbed Darkie’s headfur and pulled him close, rubbing his now fully hard wolfcock against the panther’s muzzle. “Give it a good lick, little panther.”

The panther tentatively began to lick along the length of Sinclair’s hard shaft.

“Ooh, that’s it boy,” the wolf moaned, the panther’s small rough tongue felt very good on the tender flesh of his wolfhood.

Sinclair was raging hard now. He hadn’t played with a sub in this way in a long time. He was surprised at how much it had turned him on. He looked down. Darkie was now licking him all over, nuzzling gently at his thick knot. Sinclair took hold of his shaft and slowly guided his dripping cockhead to his pet’s muzzle.

“Now, lick up my cum, then take my cock into your muzzle.”

Darkie complied, quicker than Sinclair had expected for a formerly straight fur. The feline’s rough tongue on his tender cocktip sent a shiver through his body as Darkie lapped up his precum. Soon, his painfully throbbing cockhead had disappeared between the black panther’s lips.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Good boy,” Sinclair moaned as he began to slowly hump the panther’s muzzle.

“You’re an excellent cocksucker. Hmm, I bet you’re not really straight, are you? You suck dick way to well, my boy.”

Darkie blushed, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt so ashamed sucking this big male’s cock like this and feeling, deep inside, how much he enjoyed it. He didn’t want to admit that he loved it, and longed to feel this thick member under his tail. He moaned as he thought about what it might feel like, hoping he might find out tonight.

“Good boy, ooh,” Sinclair gently caressed the panther’s cheek as he complimented him. “Mmm, I bet you’ve gone down on lots of males. You suck as well as any hustler.”

The shamed panther blushed hard again as he took more of the wolf’s shaft in his muzzle, sucking hard and moving his rough feline tongue up and down the underside of his master’s member.

“Oh, now slow down boy,” Sinclair slowly pulled his cock away from the panther’s eagerly sucking muzzle. “You’ve gotten me nice and hard. I can honestly say, you’re the best little cocksucker I’ve ever encountered. However, you know where a cock like this really belongs, don’t you boy?”

Darkie whimpered fearfully. “Yes, sir,” he replied.

“Well, why don’t you tell me boy. Where do you want me to put his?” Sinclair asked as he gripped his shaft, squeezing gently as precum oozed from his thick tip.

“Under my tail, sir,” Darkie whispered.

“I couldn’t hear you, boy,” Sinclair roared. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I uh…I,” the panther stammered.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you like the little cockslut you are.”

“I…I want you to fuck me, sir.”

“And how do you want me to fuck you, boy?”

“Hard sir, please,” Darkie sighed, defeated. He looked away, his voice cracking. “Please fuck me hard, sir.”

Sinclair reached forward, grabbing Darkie’s chin. He turned the panther’s head so they looked into each other’s eyes.

“I will,” he told him in no uncertain terms. “I will fuck you all night, till you squeal like a kitten.”

The wolf released his pet and sat up. “Now, get my cock nice and wet. I was going to go easy on you your first time, but you’ve proven yourself such a good little cockslut, I know you don’t need the lube I had for you.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” Darkie almost cried as he leaned over to get the wolf’s long, thick member ready to take him.

The wolf smiled and gently gripped the panther’s headfur as he felt the feline’s rough tongue bathing his cock again.

“Mmm, that’s very good kitty. Get it nice and slick for your tight tailhole.”

Sinclair let his pet slurp at his cock a few more minutes before he was ready.

“That’s enough pet, that should be wet enough for your obviously experienced ass.”

“Yes, sir,” Darkie pulled off the lupine meat slowly, saliva trailing from his muzzle.

“Now, turn around for me and raise your tail. Show me your cockhungry tailhole.”

The submissive panther slowly turned around, his paws quivered gently as he gripped the pillow his master had put there for him. He was scared. His mistress had teased his tailhole with toys before and even made him wear a buttplug while he pleasured her orally, but he’d never taken a real male or anything as big as his master’s cock before. He was afraid, but also excited. His own small cathood throbbed eagerly, dripping precum down his short shaft. ‘Oh gods, please be gentle,’ he silently begged just before he felt his master’s thick cockhead slipping under his raised tail.

Sinclair moved into position behind his pet. He gasped a little as the panther’s soft fur brushed past his sensitive tip. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was. Soon, he felt his pet’s warm pucker against him and he knew he was ready.

“Here it comes, boy,” Sinclair grunted as he pushed forward slowly.

Darkie gritted his teeth as he felt the pressure building under his tail, he tried to force his body to relax and let the thick wolfhood in but he was just too tight. He felt his master give a slightly harder push and with a grunt, the wolf was in him. He mewled loudly as his master’s enormous cockhead forced open his almost-virgin tailhole. Once the head made way, opening him up wide, the long shaft followed easily, sliding deep inside him. He was grateful that his master was just holding him for now, his wolfhood nestled deep inside.

Sinclair groaned, breathing heavily as he slipped in to the knot. ‘Holy shit, he’s tight. This really is his first time,’ the wolf thought to himself in amazement. He’d thought Celina had been teasing him a bit just to play along with the scene. ‘Well, he seems to be enjoying himself anyway,’ he chuckled to himself and decided to just enjoy himself till his pet used a safeword.

The wolf began to slowly pull out of his pet. Inch after thick inch slid out of the panther’s tight hole, making the feline quiver.

“Oh, ahhh,” the submissive panther whimpered. “Oh gods!” he yelped as his master once again hilted himself deep inside.

With only his own spit for lubrication, this was a rough mounting. He bit down and bore out the pain as the thick wolfcock split him open again and again, pumping deeper and deeper inside his once-virgin hole with each inward thrust. Soon, the pain dissipated and was replaced with extraordinary pleasure as his master’s maleness pumped harder and faster, pressing his insides in all the right places.

Sinclair heard his pet begin to pant, making little gasps of pleasure with each deep thrust. He was happy to see the panther enjoying himself.

“Good boy, you like this don’t you.”

“Oh oh oh, yes sir,” the feline panted back, barely able to speak.

“I knew a little slut like you could handle my cock easily. Guess I don’t need to worry about going easy on you, eh.”

Darkie whined fearfully, the rough mounting felt good now but he was still scared of his master’s size. The wolf was so big, huge compared to his own little cathood. He wanted to please his new master, he wanted to be a good boy and make his mistress proud.

Suddenly, he felt the full weight of his master on his back. The strong wolf was holding him down with his body weight now, still pumping deeply into him. The panther’s master pinned him down, pressed flush against the bed as he mounted him savagely now.

“Oh, ahhh,” Darkie buried his face in the pillow as his master took him hard, fast and deep. “Ohh, please master…I can’t take it…I”

“Yes you can,” Sinclair cut off the panther’s protests. “You can take all of me, every” he thrust hard inward, drawing out slowly, “last,” he thrust in hard again, this time his swelling knot popped inside for a second before he withdrew once more, “inch!” With that, Sinclair thrust forward harder than before; his engorged knot was forced against the panther’s needy tailhole before making a loud pop as it was forced inside hard.

“Ahhh, master! You’re too big, it hurts,” the panther screamed, crying into the pillow.

Sinclair continued to thrust his trapped cock into his pet, his thick knot pulled hard at the insides of the panther’s desperately clenching tailhole. He wrapped his arms around his pet’s chest, holding him close as he leaned down and took the scruff of the panther’s neck in his powerful jaws. He took the panther’s neck scruff in a mating bite as he continued to pump his tailhole hard and fast.

The panther’s body shivered and shook in pleasure as the big wolf dominated him utterly and used him like a toy for his pleasure. This was what he wanted, this was what he needed. He felt the bite on his neck intensify as his master’s body went rigid for a moment. The wolf sighed deeply. A moment later, the panther closed his eyes in bliss as he felt the warm flood of cum filling him up. The hard mounting continued on for several more hard thrusts as his master emptied his load of lupine seed deep inside his needy tailhole. He felt the pressure on his insides as the wolf filled him up.

“Thank you master,” he whispered gently as the wolf slowed to a half, then began to gently lick his neck.

Sinclair panted softly while lapping at the bite wound he’d left on his pet’s scruff. He was exhausted now, he’d cum incredibly hard but the game wasn’t over yet.

The pet felt his master lifting him up. He moaned as the thick cock inside him changed position, pressing hard against his pleasure spots. Soon, he felt his master’s powerful arms around him.

“My pet didn’t cum yet, did he?”

“No sir,” Darkie panted as he looked down at himself. His own little panther cock was still rock hard. It stuck straight out in front of him, short but a little thick. His master gently caressed the barbs near his tip, making him gasp in pleasure.

“Your mistress said if you were a disappointment, you were not to be allowed to cum.”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, I think you’ve earned it for being such a good little cockslut. You like having my cock in your ass, don’t you boy?”

“Yes sir,” Darkie blushed hard, still loving the feel of the thick maleness buried under his tail.

“Then, cum for me boy. I want to feel you cum with my cock inside you. I want to stroke your little prick till your body quivers with your climax. Do you understand?”

“Yes master,” Darkie sighed, grateful that the fun was not over yet even though he didn’t really need the release of orgasm. Tonight had already fulfilled him so much; he just wanted to keep his master’s cock inside him as long as possible.

Darkie reached down and began to stroke his hard little cock. He mewed happily as he squeezed himself, teasing his own barbs and beginning to pump his shaft up and down. He knew he couldn’t last very long as he was painfully aroused and his master’s thick cockhead was still pressing hard against his prostate. He leaned his head to the side, submissively bearing his neck to his master.

Sinclair took the hint and bit down on the side of the panther’s neck. His pet moaned, his black paw stroking his little pink cathood faster and faster now.

“That’s it boy, cum for your master. I want to see that little cock spurting all over your belly.”

Sinclair teased him along as he nibbled and bite on his neckfur. When he reached down and tugged gently on the panther’s balls, that was too much. He held his pet’s black ball sack gently but firmly in his strong paw as it drew up close to the feline’s body.

Darkie yowled as he his balls rose up tightly to his body, he master’s thick cock gave him a final nudge inside and sent him over the edge. Ropes of white, feline cum sprayed from his cocktip, splattering all over his black bellyfur. As he came, his body clenched down. Behind him, his master groaned as his tight insides squeezed the thick wolfcock that was still hard and locked inside him. Darkie moaned again as it felt so much thicker when he squeezed down. He gave it another voluntary squeeze as his climax ebbed. He slowly stroked his shaft, milking out the last of his load. He looked down to see the beads of white cum standing out against the midnight-black of his fur.

“Thank you, sir,” Darkie panted.

“My pleasure,” the wolf cooed into his ear.

The two stayed like that a while, trying to regain their strength to move again. Sinclair then dropped his temporary pet off at the Raven again, passing his leash and full camera back over to his mistress, who smiled gratefully as she took them.

“So, what now pretty wolf? Another hunt?” She purred at him.

Sinclair yawned a little. “Nah, I’m calling it a night. Training your pet took a lot out of me, not that it wasn’t very rewarding though.”

She smiled as he returned to his car, licking her lips as she took in his tight rump.

“One day, I’ll have that ass,” she said, partly to herself.

“Yes, mistress,” Darkie cooed from his place at her feet, also watching intently as the wolf walked away.