Life's a Bitch, Part 2 (Patreon)

Universe: High School Days (technically!)

Tags: Wolf, Canaan Dog

14,299 words

Part 2: In a moment of anger and recklessness caused by his wife cheating on him, John the wolf has rather foolishly brought a big alpha dog home with him so that he can get some dick as well. But now, the wolf's body is going to have to cash the checks his mouth wrote, and he's having some second thoughts...

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John flicked on the kitchen light and padded his way across his kitchen. The drive had been excruciating, mostly because the Canaan kept one paw on his knee and played with his tie the whole way, even going so far as to lean over and lick his face at stop lights, ignoring the angry, disgusted stares of the other drivers around them. John’s tail was pinned to his leg and he was trembling all over as the white furred Canaan dog followed him through the dark house towards his bedroom door. John stopped at the door, trembling slightly as he stood at the threshold of his own room. He was afraid to go inside, afraid of what was going to happen now that he had brought the dog here, and defiantly afraid of how much he wanted it.

John suppressed the urge to shudder as the dog came up right behind him, his nose sniffing at the back of the wolf’s head. “Well now, this is a bit of a surprise…” Alon muttered, paws caressing John’s hips slowly. “I was expecting some bachelor pad in the city, not a real house in the Burbs.” The dog’s voice was low, and he licked the back of John’s ears slowly. John felt a shiver run down his spine. He used to do that to Stacy when he wanted to mount her, back when she would still accept his advances. Having it happen to him now unsettled the wolf badly, especially because it felt so good.

Then the dog said something that made John’s heart leap into his throat, and he suppressed a whine as the dog’s muzzle pressed against the nape of his neck from behind. “Why don’t you show me the bedroom John?”

John closed his eyes, his head tilted back and his breath coming in gasps as the dog’s fingers stroked at his silk tie. The wolf whimpered, his shoulders shaking a little as he grasped the door handle. “Okay, just be gentle. I’ve never,” John swallowed nervously, “I’ve never done this before.”

The dog gasped, his paws gripping John’s hips like a vise. “You’re a virgin?” the dog barked in surprise, his teeth nipping at John’s neck in excitement as his tail began to wag back and forth so hard it thumped against the wall. “I figured you had lost a partner or something, but I get to be the first dog,” John jumped as firm paws grabbed his ass and the dog turned his muzzle to the side so they were face-to-face, “to breed your sexy tail?” The Canaan grinned and kissed John hard.

John whimpered and tensed as the dog’s paw unbuckled his belt and unzipping his pants slowly. John was deeply ashamed that when the dog’s white paw slipped into his boxers, Alon’s paw closed around an already hard dick. The feeling of smooth skin on his dick startled John, and he was about to pull away when the dog’s paw joined his on the door handle. “Then let's not wait any…” the dog’s words trailed of in shock as he opened the door to John’s bedroom.

Silence reigned for a moment as both males looked over the wolf’s bedroom. John opened his mouth a little in shock, swiveled his ears backward, and wanted to die on the spot.

The room was lit by softly glowing candles John had carefully arranged hours before. Rose petals were scattered across the bed in a heart shape and a bottle of chilled champagne rested by the nightstand in an ice bucket now filled only with water. John looked at the dog about to explain when Alon’s white muzzle split into a huge grin. He chuckled a little and looked at the wolf, his paws beginning to undo the buttons on John’s shirt as he lifted his nose up and smirked at the wolf. “You must be a real romantic John, to plan so hard for your first time. What if I hadn’t followed you home tonight? I could have…”

The dog stopped talking as his nose twitched. John felt his heart sink as the dog’s nostril’s flared as the white furred dog dragged in a big lungful of air to test the scents in the room. The wolf was well aware of what the dog could smell, and he was avoiding it himself by breathing through his mouth just like he always did. “Shit John,” the Canaan muttered, his nose still twitching and his face darkening as he cataloged the scents. “I’ve been dying to fuck you for an hour. You didn’t need to ruin the mood by lying about being a virgin.”

“I, I’m not lying.” John protested his muzzle dipping down as his shoulders began to tremble. The dog’s fingers ran through the fur on his chest as John drew in a shuddering breath. “This, this wasn’t for you. I didn’t, plan you.” The dog’s eyes narrowed, and John could feel the tears begin to form in his eyes as the Canaan stared at him. “It’s my anniversary.” John said quietly, in a pleading way that made the older wolf sound small and very, very alone.

Alon’s breathing was deep and slow as he controlled the anger that was building inside him. He pressed his muzzle against the wolf’s cheek, his paws tightly gripping the older male’s shoulders as he pushed him up against the wall. “Anniversary,” the dog said quietly, his blue eyes boring into the wolf’s soft brown gaze. “You’re married to a real bitch. Another wolf?” The dog’s tone was clipped and he sounded very, very angry. John nodded slightly. “And tonight, right now,” Alon barked, “it’s your anniversary.”

John swallowed and nodded once, his voice suddenly very hoarse, “Our twentieth,” he whispered with downcast eyes. The wolf held up his paw, feebly showing the dog his wedding ring. John turned his eyes towards the bed of roses and candles, his heart breaking at the sight of all his hard work recreating his wedding night. “This was supposed to be for her.” Silence reigned between the two males as they stared at the romantically decorated room.

Alon let John go and squared his shoulders, his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily. The dog was obviously angry, far angrier then John expected him to be. “So you’re not just some middle aged lawyer trying to unwind after a day at the office.” The dog looked John right in the eyes, his tongue licking his lips. “Not a confused closet case who’s just figuring out he would really rather be somebody’s bitch, not a high power attorney. You really did just wander in the Underground without thinking. You’re not even gay,” the dog sneered, “Are you?”

John shook his head slowly, “No,” the wolf whimpered, knowing full well how much it sounded like a lie with his dick hanging out of his pants.

The tension in the air went up a notch as the dog closed his eyes and breathed in deeply for a few seconds, bottling up his anger. Then those fierce blue eyes snapped open, the dog’s muzzle shot forward as he bared his teeth. “Then why the hell,” Alon growled at the wolf, “do I smell so many males in this room John?”

The wolf’s ear’s flattened against his head, and he cringed as the dog snarled at him, “Why does this room stink like fifty men have gotten their rocks of in here with a wolf, if you’re a virgin…” Alon’s eyes widened slowly as he saw the wounded look on the wolf’s face and the way he cringed away from the dog. Alon took another deep breath just to make sure he was right. Then he said quietly, “Those men weren’t in bed with you, were they John?”

John closed his eyes and winced as if the dog had hit him, and John put his own paws across his muzzle to hold back any sound that might escape. It would probably be a sob. The wolf had long ago trained himself not to breathe through his nose when in his own bedroom. He could not take coming home to the tangy scent of his wife mingled with a hundred different males.

And that was the truth of the matter. The room reeked of sex. There were cats, dogs, horses, other wolves, and even one very viral fox who had been coming back for years. A whole menagerie of men had come, cum, and gone over the years. Each scent was a varying degree of age and intensity, and the air in the room read like a sign in sheet for Stephanie’s legs. John had spent years trying to cover the scent, masking it with flowers and perfumes, new paint, new bed sheets, anything he could do without acknowledging the fact that he knew what his wife was doing, but the scent was always there. It was soaked into the mattress, floorboards, and walls by now. John felt tears drip down his cheeks, soaking the fur along the side of his muzzle as the dog’s arms encircled John’s shoulders.

John let out a shuddering sob as the Canaan’s teeth began nipping gently at the collar of his shirt. The sharp canine teeth pulled at John’s tie, loosening it slowly as the wolf began to pant for air in the dog’s embrace, filling his lungs with Alon’s musk instead of the room’s scent, trying not to cry. The dog’s paws went lower, one paw on his left butt cheek and the other under his right shoulder blade as he held the wolf, hugging him tenderly as John cried into his shoulder. “Where is she now John?” The Canaan dog asked quietly, his lips brushing the wolf’s ear.

Eventually John said, “With someone else.”

Alon looked at the wolf in complete disbelief. He had never seen a male so heart broken and defeated as John looked right now. Not even his last boyfriend had reacted like this when things went south, and that had been a very messy break up. John’s head was hung low, his ears just sort of drooped, and he sagged against Alon as if had no fight left in him at all. John’s wife must have used a long string of men to beat the will out of him.

The dog reached up a white paw and cupped the side of John’s face, and those brown eyes opened for a second to meet the concerned look on Alon’s face. Tears brimmed in the older wolf’s eyes, “She’s with another man,” the wolf said quietly, “on our wedding night,” the wolf sobbed, “and now so am I,” and John’s eyes closed tight as the dog hugged him.

The wolf began to sob quietly as Alon comforted him. He held the wolf for a moment longer, and then started to lick away his tears. The dog’s muzzle bumped against John’s, forcing the gray muzzle up with his own so that the wolf was looking him in the eyes. The dog muttered something into the fur of his throat that John could not hear, and he gasped lightly as the dog’s teeth nipped at his bare neck. It was like the dog was comforting him even as he continued to feel him up.

John realized with a start that was exactly what was happening. Alon was still seducing him. This was still foreplay. The dog was lavishing him with sweet, comforting words and gestures designed to make the wolf feel better, yes, but it was still foreplay. The dog was still going to fuck him, and John was doing nothing to stop it from happening. He just stood there as Alon held him tenderly, and did not resist when the dog pulled the wolf out of his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away as the dog began to kiss John again.

The middle-aged wolf gasped, his body tensing as the dog’s muzzle meshed possessively with his own. The dog’s paws continued undressing him, pushing John’s pants and boxers down around his ankles so that the wolf was effectively naked. The sudden chill broke him out of his daze and John sputtered into a kiss as he pulled away.

John turned his face away from the dog, but Alon’s mouth dove at the nape of the wolf’s neck. A jolt ran down John’s spine as the dog’s firm jaw pressed against his jugular, tongue swabbing at the wolf’s fur until it touched the skin beneath, the Canaan’s lips kissing and nipping at John’s throat. “No, no stop it,” The wolf whimpered loudly, his paws feebly pushing at the dog’s white chest.

Alon growled and pushed back, pressing John against the wall. “No John, you stop it.” The dog’s eyes weren’t angry; they were just determined as he pressed the older, naked wolf up against the wall. The wolf yelped like a puppy as the Canaan’s muscular body pressed up against his smaller frame. John felt another twinge of arousal as the dog’s muzzle rubbed against his neck. Being held in place by someone so much stronger and younger was something he had never felt before, and it made his tail curl up between his legs to cover his growing erection, except the dog’s leg was in the way, pressed up between John’s legs.

“You want this to happen.” Alon growled quietly, staring John in the eye. “You wanted it back at the club or I would never have made it into your car.” The dog’s eyes meet with John’s, and the wolf trembled at the intensity he saw in Alon’s fierce blue eyes.

“Your wife is with another man on your damn anniversary. She’s been cheating on you for a long damn time John.” The dog’s paws gripped John’s fur, twisting a little bit as he pressed his nose against the wolf’s throat, holding him possessively. “I can smell all the different guys she’s had in here. There were least ten in the last month, maybe more. Some have been here over and over again. The scents are old, John, maybe years old. You must be able to smell it unless something’s wrong with your nose. She’s using you, you know it, and you’re still trying to please her. ” The dog pointed to the bed, at the roses and candles and glared at the wolf, “What was all that supposed to be?”

“It’s what our wedding night looked like.” John’s voice was so hollow as he looked over at the romantic setup he had spent so long crafting for Stephanie.

“Why would you do that for someone who is using you?” Alon waited for John to respond again, but the wolf just hung his head in shame. “You know what that means John?” The dog whispered, his lips brushing against John’s ear. The wolf shook his head just a little, and the dog chuckled softly in his ear. “It means that you’re her bitch.” Alon whispered, his lips moving against John’s ear, and the wolf knew it was true.

The wolf whimpered as the sound of a belt being undone reached his ears, and Alon began disrobing as he continued to talk. “You let her walk all over you, spend your money, sleep with other guys in your own bed. You’re an omega bitch John, not an alpha. You’re not even a male as far as she’s concerned. At least with me, you’ll get something out of being the bitch.” John could feel Alon’s paw brush against his erection as the dog unzipped his pants. The rough denim slid across John’s erection just before the warm fur of the dog’s belly pressed against it. John tensed as the dog’s naked body press up against him, their erections rubbing together between their bellies as the dog held him tightly. John could feel the taut muscles of the dog’s stomach press against the slight padding of his own. The dog lifted John’s arms up by hugging him around the chest, so the wolf was forced to hug Alon back around his neck like every girl he had ever been with did as they kissed. The wolf whimpered, his legs shaking from arousal. He would have fallen over at this point if Alon had not been holding him up against the wall and kissing him.

“And guess what John,” Alon muttered once he had gotten enough of the wolf’s muzzle, “From now on you’re going to be my wolf bitch,” the white furred Canaan dog said with a grin, “and unlike your wife, I know how to treat a bitch right.”

John yelped as Alon’s strong arms lifted him up into the air. Then the dog turned around and tossed the wolf onto the bed like he was a rag doll. John landed naked in the rose petals, his legs spread, pants dangling from one paw. John flattened his ears, his paws clutching at his comforter as Alon pulled a slim tube from the pocket of his pants and approached the bed.

The wolf was frozen in place by fear as the dog advanced on him. He just lay back on the bed, stunned at the dog’s sudden display of strength. He didn’t even move when Alon stooped down, grabbed his left hind paw, and proceeded to pull John’s shoes and slacks off. That left the gray furred wolf naked, lying on his wedding night bed except for his white socks, waiting for the towering male dog to have his way with him. A low whine escaped John’s throat as the dog popped the cap on a bottle of lubricant open with a snap and said, “Roll over,” with a grin.

It was a command, pure and simple, and John followed it without argument, turning over as Alon squeezed the lube onto one of his pink paw pads. The wolf closed his eyes and he was trembling as he got onto his hands and knees, his butt in the air. John was so scared his tail was tucked tightly between his legs, covering his tail hole and family jewels. John’s paws clutched at his own pillow; his nostrils filled with the scent of roses, scented candles, and one very aroused dog. There was nothing else, not the other men who had slept in this bed, Stephanie’s sweet scent, or even the cotton of the sheets. Just the smell of roses and dog filled John’s nose as he waited for what the wolf knew was coming next.

John’s heart leapt as he felt the bed shift under Alon’s weight as the dog joined him on the bed. His ears twitched backwards at the slick sound of lube being squeezed out of the tube and the snap of the cap being closed. John trembled and waited for his tail to be jerked out of the way and for the dog to put his dick inside him. He was going to be fucked, probably roughly, used like a bitch by this much stronger male. John’s face burned with shame because part of him wanted this to happen so badly.

Specifically, the seven and half inches of wolf dick that hung between his legs wanted this to happen. John felt a paw settle on his left butt cheek and he whimpered like a puppy in fright. Then the dog’s arm reached up under him, between his legs and past his quivering tail. John whimpered even louder as Alon’s paw wrapped around his dick, spreading the slick lubricant across his erection. The touch sent shivers down his spine, and the wolf’s tail willingly snaked from between his legs and to the side as the paw began to move along his shaft, smearing the wet lube across the length of his cock. John could feel the night air on his tail hole, and the faint brush of a cold wet nose as the dog sniffed his tail. Then Alon made John yelp loudly by planting a warm wet kiss right on the wolf’s puckered tail hole.

John’s body jerked forward but the dog’s muzzle followed, pressing between the cheeks of his ass with a happy growl. John nearly fainted as he felt the warm, snaking sensation of a tongue lapping at his butt as the dog’s paw began really stroking his swollen member. The wolf practically moaned the words, “What are you doing?” as the dog’s agile tongue actually pressed at the ring of his ass and slipped inside for just a moment.

Alon chuckled softly, sending another shiver up John’s spine because he was basically laughing right into John’s butt. “Oh please John,” the dog said, moving his mouth up to the base of John’s tail, which he grabbed in his teeth. John’s eyes widened as the dog held the root of his tail gently in his mouth, tugging on it playfully. The wolf yelped really loudly when the dog slid his muzzle up the wolf’s tail, teeth running through fur on John’s tail without pulling it, sending shivers of pleasure right up John’s spine. It was so incredibly sexual that John left his tail hoisted up in the air like a flag.

The wolf was panting heavily now; his hips bucking forward a little into the slick paw continued teasing his erection. Alon chuckled again, patting John’s butt with his strong paw as he said, “I told you John, I know how to treat a bitch right. You must have tongued a woman before you mounted her, to get her nice and wet? I’m doing the same thing.” John’s response was delayed by a yip as the dog’s mouth returned to his clenched anus.

“Yes I’ve tongued a woman,” John moaned through clenched teeth, his paws clutching at the bed sheets as he squirmed in delight as the sliding, exploring tongue dipped back inside him. Combined with the paw slowly squeezing his dick, he felt like he was about to exploded. “But, but, but that’s different, this is,” John sputtered and could not finish the sentence after another minute of slow rimming frayed his nerves. John was unable to fathom how the young dog could do something like this with his tongue and why the hell it felt so damn good.

“Yes, butt.” Alon said, his muzzle appearing in John’s field of vision for a moment with a huge grin, “A good clean butt I might add,” the dog emphasized the statement with a playful slap on John’s left ass cheek, which made the wolf bark and squirm some more as Alon’s paw tightened down on John’s dick like it was a handle.

The dog’s paw on his dick kept the wolf from moving his hips forward, forcing John to kept his butt thrust out and up against the dog’s strong chest. “You’re my bitch now John, a bitch who I am going to get nice and wet and then fuck.” The dog said the last word almost an octave lower, and John could feel the dog’s hard dick poking at his rump, sliding up through his butt crack as the dog humped at John’s presented rear end for emphasis.

That made the wolf whimper, his ears turning backwards as the dog went on, “I’m going to pop this very sweet cherry of yours that you’ve kept for oh so long John, and I’m sure you’re going to be a very good bitch.” Alon knelt back down and his lips brushed against John’s tail hole. John could just feel it as the dog said with a grin, “Now hush up and enjoy this.”

‘Enjoy’ did not adequately describe the toe curling, sheet grabbing pleasure John felt as the dog rimmed him out and stroked his dick. John was in heaven. He could feel it as Alon’s slick, wriggling tongue pushed into his butt, exploring and teasing the wolf’s insides. John had his face pushed into his pillow, and he chewed the cotton fabric and moaned as the minutes ticked by slowly. The dog’s tongue worked him over good, the dog’s spit leaving his ass good and wet as his paw kept the wolf hard the whole time without letting him get off.

John could see his bedside clock, and for ten long minutes Alon shoved his muzzle between the wolf’s cheeks, licked at his tail, and sent shivers up John’s spine. By the time the Canaan finally slipped a well-lubed finger into John’s tail hole, the wolf was moaning just like a bitch in heat. John barked in pleasure and actually pushed back against the invading finger, which slipped deep inside him and gave the wolf the strangest feeling of fullness he had ever felt. The finger was removed, more lube applied and then it slipped back in again, cool and wet inside John. It made the wolf shiver, because John knew the dog was getting him ready to take it in the ass like a good bitch.

After a few minutes of slow fingering the dog’s tongue returned and the nerve fraying rim job began again. This time at least it was broken in places by lubed fingers that spread him open, and playful bites at his tail and butt cheeks. After twenty minutes of the dog’s tongue, stroking paw, and teasing fingers working him over John was practically begging for Alon to fuck him. John tried to actually say the words out loud, but they caught in his throat and he ended up just moaning into his pillow. The wolf even had his ass thrust up in the air as his tail wagged, begging in the most animal way for Alon to put his dick inside him.

The wolf’s mind cleared a bit when the paws retreated and the muzzle moved away. John felt the bed shift as Alon crouched over him, strong legs press against the back of the wolf’s knees. He could feel firm paws gripping his hips, and John took a shuddering breath as the hard tip of Alon’s cock pressed against his tail hole, and then suddenly the dog was inside him.

There was no warning and no pain. Just a single, short thrust of the dog’s hips and Alon was inside him, balls pressed against the wolf’s rump. John’s muzzle opened and he nearly fainted as the Canaan’s dick stretched him open. It filled John with a sense of fullness in his tail and deep physical pleasure of a kind he had never experienced before. It felt so good being taken the wolf just sort of froze, his back arching as the lean, muscular dog lay down on top of him and took the back of his neck in his jaws.

John’s paws gripped the sheets as he was forced forward on his hands and knees, crouched under the dog’s body like he was in the push up position. The wolf whimpered quietly as one of Alon’s arms wrapped around his chest and the dog’s jaws gripped his neck tightly. John even began to pant happily when Alon’s other paw reached around his right thigh and grabbed hold of the wolf’s dick, stroking him as the dog’s penis began to move inside him.

John groaned in pleasure, his body shuddering as the dog’s paw and shaft stroked him inside and out, electrifying the wolf’s body. He pushed back against Alon, tail pinned to the side as his butt cheeks were spread by the dog’s thick shaft. John’s back legs feebly clutched at Alon’s, his front paws scrambled a bit and he let out a low whimper as Alon’s hips moved back and then forward. Then with a rumbled “My bitch,” and a lick on the back of his ear Alon began to breed John, really fucking the wolf like he was a proper bitch.

John almost passed out as the sensation of being really, truly fucked washed over him. His tail was stretched open so wide it made his body ache in pleasure, but there was little pain because the dog had been so careful stretching and lubricating his tail. Alon’s paw had a good, firm grip on John’s dick and the wolf’s body shook as the dog thrust into him. Alon even growled softly as he thrust, nipping at the wolf’s neck possessively. John closed his eyes; his head tilted to the side in submission so Alon could reach his neck. The wolf just gave into the dog and let it happen.

John was bred. Bred like a bitch in heat by the alpha dog he had just met. John loved it so much he never wanted it to stop. The wolf paws clutched at the sheet as the dog thrust into him, his body tensing around the invading penis. The dog’s shaft moved in a quick, deep rhythm that kept most of the canine’s dick inside John, but it was always moving back and forth inside the wolf. John shouted and barked Alon’s name, begging the dog to fuck him harder. It felt so good each time Alon drove his dick to the hilt inside John that the wolf was shocked he didn’t pass out.

Then just as quickly as the mounting started, John felt himself begin to peak. The sensations were too much, and the foreplay had lasted too long for the middle-aged wolf to hold back any longer. Being fucked felt too good and it had simply been to long since anything had made him feel this good for attorney to hold his climax back.

John didn’t want it to end so soon, and through the haze of building pleasure managed to pant, “Alon, slow down, I… I’m going to,” John gasped, his body shivering. “Not yet, please not so soon,” John whimpered, trying to hold himself back. The wolf yelped as teeth grabbed the back of his neck, pulling at his scruff roughly, forcing his head up so Alon could growl into his ear.

“No,” Alon growled, “You’re going to Cum now bitch,” the Canaan whispered into John’s ear, and the wolf gasped as the dog began to power fuck him, slamming his dick from tip to balls into the wolf’s no longer virgin tail. John’s claws dug into the sheets and his face twisted with pleasure as the dog’s hard thrusts opened him up, filled him, and claimed him in a truly animal way. John’s paws gripped the sheets so hard they tore under his short claws as the dog fucked him possessively. The wolf’s body tensed, he felt his balls draw up, and with a drawn out moan John began to cum, his seed washing over Alon’s paw as the dog jerked at his shaft. The wolf’s dick throbbed, the pulsing sensation seeming to rule the way the wolf’s body tensed as he sprayed cum over the dog paw wrapped around his dick and across the sheets of his bed. John even howled the Canaan’s name to the moon as he was fucked to a powerful climax.

“Aloooooooooon,” The wolf’s muzzle was lifted up, his eyes closed tight and his ears folded back as he howled the Canaan’s name as loudly as he could. It felt so right to howl the name of his alpha like that. The dog’s name sounded as if it belonged on John’s lips; just as the wolf’s tensed, shaking body felt like it belonged underneath this male. Like the thick, ridged penis thrusting into his tail felt like it belonged there. John’s mind slipped, and he felt all the horrible tension and anger of the day rush out of him as he came. He felt like he was floating as black spots danced across his vision. John lost all sense of time as he came harder than he had in perhaps his whole life, his head swimming as the dog’s dick continued plowing through his clenched insides. That was all John could feel, the dick inside him and the paw pulling at his own shaft as Alon’s finger worked the wolf’s dick mercilessly.

Alon fucked John all the way through his first climax as a bitch, and John loved every moment of it.

John’s muzzle dropped back to the pillow and his body trembled as his howling climax died away. John’s ears were ringing and spots danced in front of his eyes as Alon’s paw continued stroking the wolf’s penis even though he had now stopped cumming. The feeling of that strong, firm paw sliding across the head of his over stimulated cock at made the wolf gasp, his body jumping as if shocked by the dog paw squeezing the head of his dick. Alon kept stroking John, firm paw sliding up around the sensitive head, down the hard shaft and around the wolf’s thick knot, sending John into convulsions of pleasure so strong they hurt. Alon did it just to make the wolf jump and squeeze his tail down on the hard dick still inside him. John knew because Alon told him exactly that, nipping softly at his ear as John twisted and squirmed in pleasure underneath the larger male.

Eventually Alon’s paw slid down his shaft and just held the wolf’s knot, giving it a good squeeze as the dog nibbled on the back of John’s neck that made stars dance in John’s vision. The older wolf’s dick ached almost painfully from the pleasure Alon was forcing on him. John whimpered and feebly pushed himself back against the male on top of him, his rump pressing flush with the dog’s crotch. John submitted to Alon so completely that for a moment their bodies were nested together perfectly, Alon’s penis pressed deeply inside John, rump and crotch brought flush together. Alon’s shaft was hard, almost throbbing inside John as the wolf trembled in the afterglow of his first mating with another man.

“That’s a good bitch,” Alon whispered in his ear, his paw petting John’s head slowly. The wolf whimpered softly as the smell of cum rushed into his nose, and John knew the dog had just smeared his own cum across his face. The wolf’s tongue darted out of the side his muzzle and he shivered underneath Alon when he tasted cum for the first time. It was his own cum, forced out of him by another male’s dick, which was still buried inside him. Alon panted in his ear for a while, grinning as he licked the wolf’s muzzle and ears. Then Alon propped himself up a bit, giving John some room underneath his body so the wolf could catch his breath.

The high priced, powerful attorney wolf whimpered like a puppy when the dog’s shaft started to slide out of his tail hole. John hurriedly pushed himself onto his hands and knees, arching his back and shoving his butt into the dog’s lap just to keep Alon’s dick inside him a little longer. John opened his eyes as Alon laughed happily in his ear, and he twisted around a little to stare at the dog who had just fucked him.

Alon was grinning like a kid in a candy store as he lay on John’s back, his tail wagging back and forth as he looked John in the eyes. “You enjoy being my bitch, don’t you John?” he asked with a wide grin, and the wolf ducked his head and blushed at being called a bitch, even though he had just been with this dog in the most intimate way possible.

Alon didn’t say the word ‘bitch’ like it was some kind of derogatory slur either. Every time John had heard a male canine get called ‘bitch’, it had been an insult. The wolves and dogs John knew said the word with such bile that it made being somebody’s ‘bitch’ the worst possible thing for a man to be. That wasn’t the way Alon said it. The dog just said ‘bitch’ casually, almost affectionately, because that was what John was now. “My bitch,” the dog muttered, his paws rubbing John’s back lightly as he held himself still inside the wolf. There was no cruelty, no anger, and no incrimination, just a playful sound to the words. The Canaan dog acted like there was nothing wrong with anything that had happened. Maybe there wasn’t.

John blushed as he watched the dog behind him as the big white dog wagged so much he wiggled back and forth against the wolf’s ass. The white fur of the dog seemed to glow a little in the candlelight, and Alon nuzzled and licked the back of John’s head affectionately. John smiled, his mouth hanging open as that dexterous tongue bathed the wolf’s ears gently. John had a big smile on his face as he squirmed back against the man on top of him, his ears perking up under the gentle tongue lapping at the back of his head and nap of his neck. He was panting, completely winded after such a hard climax, but he felt more alive than he had in forever. He also felt so weak his legs and arms trembled, and he would have collapsed completely if Alon was not holding onto him.

“Oh god…” the wolf muttered, shaking all over. The fullness in his tail still sent shivers up his spine as Alon nipped at his neck. “That was…” he gulped down a lungful of air, and the dog’s scent and the scent of his own cum filled his nose, “Amazing.” John sighed, relaxing underneath Alon as the dog’s strong arms that surrounded him in a hug, his chest heaving as Alon chuckled happily.

“I told you John, I know how to treat a bitch properly. Now, just relax baby.” The dog pushed John gently forward, the movement causing the dog’s shaft to slide wetly out of his tail. This time, the slightly hunched forward position felt much more natural to John. The sound of the lube being squeezed from then bottle again made John’s ears turn backward up in surprise, and he twisted around just in time to see Alon spreading more of the clear gel over his thick, red cock. John licked his lips as the long red dick bounced for a second, jutting up out of the dog’s white fur in a way that made John’s own dick stir again.

Then the wolf whimpered softly, covering his butt with his tail as a bit of fear crept into his voice, “A, again?” John asked quietly, and the dog chuckled at him, paws gently holding onto the wolf’s hips. “I, I’m not that young Alon.” John swallowed nervously, “I can’t cum again so quickly,” John whimpered softly, panting hard, “I won’t be hard for you.” The wolf realized how crazy it was to be embarrassed about being unable to get it up again since he was covered in sweat and cum from being fucked, but it was still embarrassing.

The dog’s hearty laugh made John blush, and the Canaan’s paws squeezed John’s rump affectionately. “Come on John, you’re a bitch now. Bitches don’t have to stay hard to keep going. That’s the alpha’s job.” The Canaan’s broad muzzle split into a big, smirking grin, “Now, are you going to let me keep breeding this sweet tail until I fully deflower you?” The dog’s paws squeezed the cheeks of John’s ass, spreading them slightly as the wet tip of his dick poked at the wolf’s tail, “You haven’t been tied yet John.” The dog’s voice was low, and he grinned lewdly at the frightened older wolf. John’s eyes grew wide as the dog muttered, “You’re not really a proper bitch till you feel a man’s knot tugging at your insides. You know that. ‘It doesn’t count unless you tie.’ That’s what my father always said, and I bet yours did too. You wolves always make a big deal about that sort of thing. ‘It doesn’t count unless you tie’. Every wolf I know says that and that goes for being a bitch as much as a man. Now, don’t you want this to be real John? Don’t you want to really be my bitch?”

John’s ears lay back against his head and he ducked his head between his arms, the insides of his ears turning red at the thought of being tied by the dog. Alon was right of course. Wolves made a big deal about that sort of thing. A girl was still technically a virgin till she was tied by another wolf, no matter how much dog dick she got before her first wolf knot. It sent chills down his spine just thinking about it, and John knew, just knew, that he had to feel the dog’s knot inside him. He sheepishly flicked his tail to the side for the dog, and Alon mounted him a second time.

John gasped slightly as the dog slid inside him again without ceremony. John’s body shifted forward, his right leg lifting up a little as Alon began to breed him again. This time, the dog didn’t lean down over him, and the fucking was less intense, less mind-blowing then it had been before. The dog just humped his rear in a slow and steady rhythm, a lewd wet sound filling the room as the dog’s balls slapped against the wolf’s ass. John whimpered in pleasure and squirmed as the sensations began to build again, his thrashing movements scattering the rose petals across the bed and floor as the dog pounded into him.

This fucking was as casual as it was intimate. Alon wasn’t stroking John’s cock anymore, he was just humping the wolf’s butt, and John knew that this was probably what was making a difference. This time, the flush in his cheeks, the heat in his tail and the aching, wonderful feeling of being filled was all being caused by the dick inside him. It had nothing to do with being jerked off. All the tingling pleasure he felt was all from having another man’s penis thrust inside him. John was surprised how quickly his flagging erection became rock hard again.

John laid his head on the pillow and watched out of the corner of his eye as the dog behind him moved back and forth. It was such a strange sight for John. He watched as the other man hunched and thrust his hips forward, and John could feel rather than see the dick pushing inside him. It sent a shot of pleasure up his spine, and John marveled at the fact that another male’s dick, a dog’s dick, was actually inside him.

John felt his cheeks grow hot, as he watched the white fur of the dog begin to glisten with sweat as his muscles bulged under the soft creamy fur on his chest. Alon grinned at John, the Star of David around his neck bouncing against his rock hard pectoral muscles in a way that made the wolf feel giddy to be fucked by a male like this. Alon was a handsome, well-built alpha dog. Alon could have chosen anyone to take home from that bar, and it was thrilling for the middle-aged wolf that he was the one beneath this male. After being ignored for so long, having someone this attractive desire his body made John giddy, even if he had to lower himself to being Alon’s bitch to receive that attention.

John blushed hard in almost puppy like embarrassment, covering his muzzle with one paw as he realized just how humiliating being in this position really was. He was a man, a wolf for god’s sakes. He wasn’t supposed to be bred like a bitch by a lowly dog, even a pure breed one. That thought embarrassed John even further, his face burning at his own prejudices. How could he be so shallow, so superficial about something like Alon being a dog? What did it matter if Alon was a dog and not a wolf? What did it matter if he was a dog’s bitch now? It felt damn good being a dog’s bitch.

John gasped loudly, his fingers digging into the sheets as Alon leaned forward and grabbed the scruff of his neck in his teeth again, growling as he began to speed up his thrusts into the wolf. John trembled, his body aching in pleasure as the dog growled lustily in his ear, the change in position bring back the hard, deep thrusts that drove the dog’s dick balls deep into the wolf’s ass.

Then John moaned, his heart almost stopping as a fresh wave of ecstasy rushed over him. John’s vision swam and he nearly collapsed as the dog’s paw slid down and wrapped around his hard dick. In that moment he was defiantly, absolutely, one hundred percent Alon’s bitch. He belonged to this dog, and wanted nothing more than to feel the man lying on top of him to push deeper and deeper inside his tail until Alon claimed him totally.

John yelped the first time Alon’s growing knot caught on the wolf’s sphincter on the way out. Alon growled at the same time, his body shaking in pleasure as the dog’s shaft plunged back into the wolf’s ass, his growing knot beginning to push and pull at by the wolf’s insides. John whined and began to shake uncontrollably, his body almost pressed flat onto the bed as Alon fucked him. The dog began thrusting his knot in and out of the wolf’s tail with growing need, the added thickness making John’s mind reel in pleasure. It felt as if the growing knot was pulling out John’s thoughts behind it.

John’s ass was being stretched a little wider by the dog’s knot with each thrust, and the wolf found himself hoping, wishing, and begging for the growing thickness to remain inside him. He needed it to stay inside him. John’s paws flexed in little spasms as he gripped the bed, and then as Alon thrust forward, he mentally forced his tail hole to squeeze down when the dog’s knot was about to push inside him.

Alon barked in his ear and his hips bucked hard, trying to force his knot past the wolf’s suddenly tight ring. The wolf’s grin was pained as the dog’s knot fought his tail hole. Then John relaxed his tail just for a moment to let the dog completely inside him with a pop that John felt rather then heard. Then he tightened down hard again, the increased pressure sending a shiver up the wolf’s spine. Alon’s hips jerked back and this time the dog’s knot was hung, trapped inside John as it expanded to the point where John could not have forced it out if he wanted to.

Neither John nor Alon wanted that to happen. The way Alon’s knot stretched him open and pulled at his insides made the wolf howl and bite the sheets in pleasure and pain, the wolf’s eyes shut tight as he whimpered in ecstasy. John was tied like a bitch, and now it really did count. John was now tied to a dog, a dog which now owned him because of that connection. John was Alon’s bitch, and no one could deny it, not even John, and it made the wolf so happy he began to cry.

Alon growled, his body curling around the wolf’s older, slightly smaller frame. His left paw squeezed John’s paw, and his right stroked the wolf’s dick hard as their bodies twisted together, locked completely together by canine nature. John moaned as Alon pressed him down into the bed, his white muzzle coming over the wolf’s right shoulder and pressing against his face. John licked at the dog’s muzzle, trembling as Alon’s scent filled John’s nose. The dog humped him as hard and fast as he could with his penis trapped inside the wolf, using the short length below his knot to batter the wolf’s insides. John felt stretched open too wide, as if his insides had been rubbed almost raw by the dog’s dick. Then in happened. The dog hunched forward one final time, and John nearly passed out as the dog came inside him.

Alon’s body hunched and tensed, hips banging against his backside, and he barked loudly in John’s ear. John could feel it, actually feel it happen, when the dog’s shaft throbbed inside his ass and Alon’s warm cum began to shoot inside him. A slick wet feeling flooded John’s insides as a torrent of thick dog seed was pumped up into his tail as the dog barked. It made the wolf want to die in pleasure and shame, and made him feel so good he wondered if he did.

John’s fingers tightened their grip on his sheets, his back tensed and he squeezed down with his tail hole on the dog’s cock. John knew Alon was cumming inside him. It made his head spin and his body burn with ecstasy. Alon, his alpha, was cumming inside him. The pleasure of the moment washed over John as Alon’s teeth gripped his neck as the dog flooded his insides with jizz. Alon was claiming John with a mating bite, teeth pulling at John’s fur and skin, even as the dog continued to jerk at the wolf’s dick with his paw. It seemed to John that the moment went on forever as the dog just kept breeding and breeding him.

John closed his eyes and basked in the sensation of being taken so completely. He was bred, tied, and filled with another male’s cum. It made him feel loved, filled up the holes inside him, and above all it made John so aroused his dick hurt. The feelings that Alon’s orgasm caused in the middle-aged wolf overwhelmed John and he came a second time. The wolf’s cock jumped in Alon’s paw, and John began to whimper quietly into his pillow as the dog on top of him continued to bred his ass and howl. John’s body twisted under Alon as the cumming dog fucked him, shaking in ecstasy because he knew, absolutely knew, that by cumming with Alon tied inside him he belonged to the Canaan dog.

John was a bitch, Alon’s bitch, and it left him feeling warm and safe as he lay underneath the dog.

Minutes passed as the two males lay together, their chest heaving as Alon finished inside John. It took John a long time to gather his thoughts because every time the dog took a breath, his knot pulled at the ring of the wolf’s tail-hole and sent shivers up John’s spine. Each time Alon exhaled the dog whispered into John’s ears just how good and tight a bitch the wolf was. How wonderful the wolf’s tail felt wrapped around his dick, and how much the dog cared for him.

The words made John blush, and he did not even try to move out from under the dog until twenty minutes later when Alon kissed him on the cheek and pulled his shrinking knot out with a wet slurping sound. Alon rolled off him and lay beside John, and the wolf whined softly as the full, warm feeling in his tail disappeared and a small flood of cum leaked out of his ass and dripped down over his balls. He had grown so accustomed to the feeling of fullness during the past hour of being fucked that the absence of the dog’s shaft inside him caused an empty, hollow feeling in John’s chest.

John collapsed onto his side and opened his eyes, staring at the panting, handsome dog that was lying beside him. Alon was surrounded in roses and covered in sweat and cum, and he was grinning like a madman as he panted heavily and licked John’s cum from his paw. “Oh man John, that was awesome…” the dog wiped his clean paw across his face, turning to look John in the eyes, “I haven’t been with a bitch that feel that good in a long time.” The dog shifted closer to the wolf, and John felt his heart flutter as the dog’s muzzle brushed against his cheek.

The wolf felt his cheeks grow hot as Alon continued to lick his face, arms pulling the wolf closer to him. John stared at the happy, almost glowing face of the Canaan lying beside him. Alon’s face was filled with honest, happy pleasure, and John could not help but smile as the dog slid an arm under his head and brought the wolf’s face to his strong chest. John panted softly, breathing in Alon’s scent as they lay together, arms and legs twisted up. The wolf was ashamed to be smiling as his Canaan lover held him in the afterglow of their mating.

John’s shoulders began to tremble as the dog’s copious seed continued to leak from his under tail, reminding the wolf in a wet cold way that he wasn’t really a man anymore, but the wolf found comfort in the strong, very male arms wrapped around him. John closed his eyes and breathed in the dog’s scent, and it was just the dog’s scent, mingled with his own, nothing else. John feel asleep much quicker tonight then he normally did, unable to smell any of the other men who had slept in his bed except for the one that was holding him at that moment.

***

Alon woke up first the next morning a little after ten according to the clock on the nightstand. The dog stretched his back with a big yawn, teeth glinting in the bright light as he sat up on the edge of the bed. Alon shook his head, his alert ears flapping a little as he glanced around the strange room he was in. The Canaan looked down at the older wolf that was curled up beside him, and he remembered everything that had happened the night before with a grin. Alon stared at the middle-aged wolf, expecting him to wake up, but the wolf was sleeping soundly. John looked very relaxed like that, curled up in a ball and surrounded in rose petals and rumpled sheets. The room still smelled of sex, but this time the smell was strictly the musky scent of the males who occupied the room now, one young and one old. Alon grinned slightly and gave John a soft kiss on the cheek, which made the wolf stir slightly and whimper. A happy smile crept across John’s face, and he looked so peaceful sleeping like that. Alon got up carefully and went into the attached master bathroom. He did not want to wake the wolf up yet.

The dog took a short shower to clean the spunk and lube out of his fur, rubbing his white fur dry with a fluffy blue towel as he padded back into the bedroom, where John was still fast asleep. Alon cocked his head to side and grinned at the sleeping man. John almost looked like a cub curled up in the middle of the bed like that, except for the gray tinge to the wolf’s coat. Alon pulled on his pants without bothering to find his underwear and made his way into the kitchen.

The dog took the chance to look around John’s house in the daylight. It quickly became clear that John’s wife did the decorating and had very expensive tastes. The Canaan shook his head a little, wondering just how much the wolf had been forced to pay for all the designer furniture and drapes that obviously never got used. Alon began to hum to himself once he found a waffle iron, and continued his hunt through the kitchen cupboards for the things he needed to make the wolf breakfast.

In his search, he found a picture of John and a young man who had to be the wolf’s son taped to the fridge. They were standing in front of the sign for the nearby college. John was dressed in a business suit and was grinning like an idiot, his arm a younger wolf looked like he was about Alon’s age. The dog shook his head, amused that John really was old enough to be his father. Alon snickered as he cracked eggs into a bowl and started the batter. Course, his own dad would never have made as good a bitch as John did. The dog hummed to himself as he mixed up the waffle batter, wondering if he’d seen John’s son on campus, and just how long he would hang around today.

Usually, when Alon went back to another guy’s house he would catch a cab back to the clubs pretty early. If they were a friend or someone who was an especially good fuck, like John had been, then he would stick around for breakfast and spend the day with them, before heading back to the clubs and another night of drinking, dancing, and hopefully more debauchery.

There were really two kinds of men who bitched for Alon, and he separated them by the way they acted the morning afterwards. Either they woke up early and tried to make the best breakfast of pancakes and eggs possible, in a desperate, almost puppy like way to keep the dog around longer. Or they pretended to be asleep far longer than necessary in the hope that they wouldn’t have to face up to the fact that they’d let another male dominate them again. John obviously wouldn’t fall into the first category, and besides, the wolf was probably going to have enough difficulty dealing with being a bitch. He didn’t need Alon demanding he make breakfast.

Alon hummed tunelessly to himself as he mixed the pancake batter. It was strange how different the wolf’s house was from his own apartment. The ceilings were high, and the sunlight flooded into the big living room. It felt like somewhere a child could play, while at home thick drapes and low ceilings made the dog’s apartment feel like a cave den.

Everything was so quiet here, and he could hear the birds outside chirping as they flocked to John’s bird feeder. At his place, the only sounds came from cars, the plumbing in the walls, and people yelling. It was so quiet Alon even heard the car pull up outside the house, but he ignored it like he always ignored cars. Alon didn’t do anything until he heard the sound of a key sliding into the lock of the front door, just before someone opened the front door.

Alon’s back tensed and his ears flattened as someone set a bag down in the foyer. John’s wife had finally come home. The dog sneered; ready to bark at her angrily when she came into view. It wasn’t his place to get involved, but the bitch was going to get a piece of his mind. Alon was not prepared for the happy voice of a puppy to bark, “Dad! I’m home. I had a great time at…” the short wolf pup came bounding around the corner, expecting to find his father cooking in the kitchen. He skidded to a stop, bare paws sliding on the tile floor and tail bushing out as he stared up at Alon. The white dog’s ears perked up in surprise as he stared at the young wolf pup.

The two of them froze, staring at each other for a moment, eyes wide in surprise. “Who are you?” the pup barked, his voice wavering as he took a small step back from the stranger in his kitchen.

Alon gave the kid his best smile and said, “I’m Alon, a friend of your dad’s.” Then the dog poured some batter onto the griddle, acting as if nothing was wrong. Alon knew a few tricks to walking up in a strange house, and the most important one was acting like you belonged there. If you acted like you belonged, then things went much smoother.

“Oh.” The pup said, his eyes flicking down as if his mind were processing that. Alon smiled slightly when the pup’s nose twitched and his ears perked up. The little wolf even raised his nose to test the air before lifting up on his toes, trying to see what Alon was cooking on the counter. “So where’s my dad,” a pink tongue licked at the end of the cub’s nose, which pulled in the scent of fresh food, “and are those waffles?”

“Your dad’s still asleep,” Alon said, “and yes these are waffles. Would you like one? I think I saw some whipped cream we can put on them...” The dog opened the fridge, grabbed the can of whipped cream he had noticed, and cheerfully drew a smiling face on the waffle before holding it up so the waffle smiled at the young pup, whose face brightened up considerably.

The little wolf cub barked happily and bounded past Alon, sitting down at the table with a big grin as he dog set the plate down in front of him. Alon set the griddle to cook a second waffle and looked over at the young wolf.

The pup was just eating his breakfast, and Alon guessed he was probably about eight years old. His fur looked like he was just starting to lose that puppy softness and his tail was still too big for the rest of him as it wagged back and forth. He took a big bite out of the waffle, and Alon asked, “So what’s your name?”

“Skyler, but everybody calls me Sky.” The pup said blandly, before looking at the dog out of the corner of his eye as he ate. “What are you doing here,” he said in confusion, “If my dad’s still asleep?”

“I spent the night.” Alon said smoothly, as if nothing were wrong, his eyes fixed on the waffle iron as it hissed and steamed. “Your dad had a sleep over, just like you did. How was yours?” The dog said, and he was pleased when his guess was accepted as a good answer.

“It was good, though Tommy wasn’t as much fun as I thought he would be. We played Nintendo all night then watched Helldog after…” the pup’s tail suddenly flipped down and he looked up at Alon with fear in his eyes. “You won’t tell my Dad will you?” the pup whispered, his ear turning backwards.

Alon’s muzzle twitched into a grin, “Your dad doesn’t want you to see that movie?”

“No,” the wolf pup mumbled

“Then I won’t tell him,” Alon said with a smile. Skyler smiled as Alon sat down beside the pup, and they ate their waffles together. The pup started talking about Nintendo and the other things he did at Tommy’s, and Alon smiled at the talkative wolf pup. ‘This is going to be the weirdest morning after story ever,’ the dog thought, but it was also strangely enjoyable listening to the pup chatter. Skyler was so cheerful, and so desperate for Alon to say something nice, that the Canaan couldn’t bring himself to brush the pup off, call a cab, and leave. After all, he’d already messed John’s life up enough already right? If he left now, the pup would go rushing off and find his dad naked and covered in dog spunk. That’s wasn’t something a kid like Skyler should have to find. Alon smiled at the young wolf dog as he finished the waffle. “So um, Skyler, what now?” Alon said, unsure exactly what to do next.

The pup’s face lifted up into a smile, his ears perking up as he said, “Will you throw a ball for me?”

The look of sheer joy on Skyler’s face made Alon smile too, “Sure thing, sport” he said getting up, “Come on.”

***

John lay in bed, his eyes closed as he drifted slowly back into consciousness. His thoughts were blank, and for a minute or two he rested in the hazy warmth of waking up. Then the scent of male dog slipped into his thoughts, and he could feel the gentle ache in his tail. John’s eyes opened, and for a horrible moment he relived the night before in his mind.

He had honestly, really done it. He had cheated on his wife and let another male breed him as a bitch. John felt a pang of guilt that he didn’t really care about Stephanie’s feelings, only that he had snuck to her level. How was he supposed to explain this to his boys? Jake would never speak to him again, and Skyler was just too young to understand what had happened. The thought of telling his family made the wolf’s stomach turn in shame.

The only real thing John had ever done in his life was become a father. How could he ever be a good father now? He was a worthless man bitch to a dog he didn’t even know. John closed his eyes, pressed his face into his pillow and began to cry. He was a bitch now, not a male anymore, and that meant he was nothing. John gasped for air, and the scent of dog filled his nose. John jerked back, staggering away from his bed. He stumbled into the bathroom, where he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

The middle-aged gray wolf was naked and his fur was matted all across his stomach, crotch, and most noticeable of all, under his tail. The fur of John’s body was ruffled and twisted in odd patterns by the way he had slept. John could just see where Alon’s arms had encircled his chest all night, and he could feel the thickly matted fur beneath his tail where the dog’s seed had leaked out of his tail. He was a complete mess.

John’s ears jerked up as a happy bark came from outside, and his eyes widened in fear. Skyler was home! John looked down at himself, at his matted fur and ruffled coat and drew in a shuddering breath. His son was home, and oh god, he still reeked of dog cum. He couldn’t let his son see him like this.

John scrambled into the shower, turned the water on, and feverously began to clean himself. The water was so hot it burned once it soaked through his fur, and John used the soap and his claws to force the matted cum out of his fur. The hot water and steam revived the smell of Alon’s sex, and the scent of the Canaan’s spunk flooded the room. John began to scrub hard, sobbing as the smell made his sheath thicken in excitement. The wolf scrubbed himself clean, trying to force the scent of sex out of his fur without exciting himself more, but by the time he got the cum from his fur the pink tip of John’s cock was poking out of his sheath and he desperately wanted to paw himself to release.

The wolf sagged against the shower wall, paws clutching his muzzle to muffle his sobs, and John only left the shower when the water turned cold and forced him out.

***.

John hurriedly dressed himself in clean clothes, drying his fur only half way as he rushed around the bathroom, desperate to dress himself up before his son came looking for him. He could hear the young wolf cub’s happy barks echoing through the house as he played with something out in the main rooms. Skyler was always energetic, and with all the attention John showered on the boy, he was used to his father always being willing to play games with him. If John didn’t hurry, his son would grow bored with whatever it was he was doing and come looking for him. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally pulled a shirt on over his head, and hurried back through the clothing strew and rose covered bedroom into the rest of the house.

Breathing heavy, John jogged into his living room, expecting see his son playing on the floor with something, but the young wolf wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the kitchen either. In fact, John realized as he looked through the house with growing panic, Skyler wasn’t in the house at all. John’s head whipped around like a snake as the wolf cub’s happy barks echoed from the front yard, and he dashed to the front window. There, clutching a football and laughing his head off on the lawn, was Skyler. But the relief of finding his son turned into icy fear instantly.

Alon was the out there with him. The athletic white dog was tickling the wolf cub, who was clutching the football with all his might and trying to run, but Alon’s fingers were digging playfully into the cub’s sides, making Skyler shake with laughter. The dog wasn’t tackling him, or even holding him back, he was just shadowing the cub easily as he struggled across the lawn, tickling the running cub until Skyler made it over the front sidewalk, and collapsed laughing into the grass on the other side of the lawn.

“Goal!” The windows muffled Alon’s shout, and Skyler barked happily as the dog threw his paws into the air. The young wolf threw the football down and ran around the older canine in victory. Then the cub picked up the football, brought it back to the Canaan, and raced across the lawn so Alon could throw it to him.

Alon tossed the ball for the cub, Skyler raced it back, and they repeated that for several minutes as John stood at the front window, frozen. His heart was pounding, and his chest heaving with fear. Out there on his front lawn was the man who had forced his way into John’s car, turned John into a bitch, and tied him, that dog was playing catch with his son as if nothing had happened last night. Alon even seemed to be enjoying himself. Skyler was certainly enjoying himself. The pup was racing back and forth like he had a new best friend. John was trembling, unable to bring himself to go out there and face Alon.

What was he supposed to do? Didn’t one-night stands go home in the morning? The ones Stephanie brought home usually went out the window after they had finished fucking for god’s sakes. They didn’t stick around and play with the kids! John stamped to the door, grabbed the handle, and stopped himself from flinging the door opening a rage.

John could feel the anger and shame building up inside, his chest growing tight as he fought to calm down. He had to do this the right way. If he went out there shouting, demanding the dog leave, then he and Alon would get into a real fight for dominance, and he wasn’t sure which of them would blink first. If he did that outside, where the neighbors would see, he would never hear the end of the rumors.

John could feel his instincts warring already, as the angry impulse to protect his son fought against the shame, fear, and horrible desire the Canaan engendered in John. What if he lost, and became submissive with the Canaan again? Just seeing Alon made the wolf want to bear his throat, and he could not do that in front of Skyler.

John could not lose face to the dog in front of his son like that. It was bad enough that the cub had even seen the dog, John didn’t want to make things worse by flying into a rage or break down crying in submission, and both of those were rapidly becoming the only options for the middle aged wolf.

For several long moments, John breathed in deeply and quelled his emotions, adjusting his shirt so it hung evenly over his shoulders. Then, keeping his face and tail calm as he could, John opened his front door.

***

Alon turned his head toward John, the football held back for a throw, when he heard the door open. John tried to keep his pace even as Skyler shouted, “Throw it! Throw it!” Along looked away, and the dog threw a perfect spiral to Skyler, who leapt up and caught the football in both paws.

“What do you think you are doing?” John said, keeping his voice low so Skyler wouldn’t hear the menace John tried to work into the words. The wolf’s growl almost turned into a whine when the Canaan’s muzzle turned towards him, smiling.

“I’m playing ball,” the Canaan said evenly, and John didn’t get a chance to retort before Skyler cannoned into his legs.

“Dad! Dad!” the wolf cub barked as he hugged his father’s knees, “Your friend can throw a perfect spiral! He’s even better then you are, show him Alon!” The wolf pup tossed the football to Alon, circled around the two adults, and raced back to the other side of the yard, where he crouched down like a linebacker waiting for the hike, tail waving in the air as he wagged. He was so happy his tongue was hanging out.

“I can see that.” John hissed as Alon tossed the ball smoothly to Skyler. The young wolf leapt into the air and caught the ball easily, and John noticed that yes, Alon threw the football quite well. The rippling muscles under his white fur also looked good. “Why are you still here?” John demanded, shoving that thought out of his head, but Alon wasn’t paying attention.

The dog was crouched, paws on his knees as Skyler raced the ball towards Alon, trying to dodge past the athletic dog. The white Canaan darted out and caught the pup around the waist with one arm, making Skyler bark in laughter and drop the ball. John fumed as the dog picked up the fallen football and Skyler raced back to his position on the far side of the yards to wait for another throw.

Alon smirked at John as he jogged back to the wolf’s side. His smile to John that the Canaan knew full well that John was being civil only because of his son. “My car’s back at the club, remember?”

“Why didn’t you just take a cab?” John half growled, half whined, turning his face away from Skyler in the hope that his son wouldn’t hear his words, “Did you have to stay and brag to my son that you made his father a bitch?”

The football left Alon’s fingertips and spiraled towards Skyler, and when Alon turned to John again he had a hurt look on his face. “I didn’t tell Skyler a thing. I stuck around to make you breakfast, and then he showed up from his sleep over. You’re damn lucky I was already awake,” The dog lowered his voice and watched Skyler as the pup circled around them both, running hard with the football under his arm. Once Skyler’s back was turned, Alon continued, “Skyler would have come looking for you. Did you want him to find you surrounded by roses petals, covered in spunk, and in the arms of a male he’s never seen before? Instead I made him a waffle, told him nothing, and kept him busy for the last two hours. Which is worse?” Alon glared at John, then looked past him to where Skyler was celebrating his touchdown.

John hung his head, because he knew it was true. He hadn’t woken up when Skyler had got home, and if his son hadn’t run into Alon he would definitely have burst into the master bedroom looking for his father. “Look I’m sorry,” John muttered, “I just…”

John’s words died as Alon barked, “Skyler STOP!” The dog’s bark was filled with fear, and that fear wrapped around John’s body like a fist and clenched. John whirled around as Alon burst into a run, the dog’s legs bunching as he flew past the wolf towards Skyler.

John watched it happen in horror, his legs moving as he tried to follow the dog towards his son, but it felt like he was moving in slow motion compared to the dog.

In his celebration, Skyler must have spiked the football down, but instead of hitting the grass the energetic wolf pup’s throw had hit the sidewalk. The hard surface sent the football bouncing away from him out into the street, and Skyler gave chase. He always chased after balls; it was why catch was his favorite game. Now the ball the pup’s eager gaze was fixed as he ignored everything else in the world, that ball was tumbling passed a parked minivan and out into the street, right into the path of a passing truck.

Fear doused John like ice water as he ran, and he shouted at his son, screamed at Skyler in fear as he saw the boy snatch the ball from the air and step into the street, oblivious to the vehicle barreling down on him, as the truck grew closer and closer to him. Then Alon reached the boy, launching himself into the street and grabbing the pup in both arms. John watched, his whole body tensing with terror as the dog’s muscles bunched, the truck’s breaks squealed, and the dog leapt from the street and out of harm’s way, carrying Skyler along with him, the football tumbling from the startled pup’s grip. The football exploded as the truck tire ran right over it with a sickening popping sound and the truck slid to a stop in front of John, well past where Alon had plucked Skyler from the road.

John was shouting Skyler’s name as he raced around the stopped truck, and he found Alon holding the pup by the front of his shirt, nose to nose with the young, and terrified pup. John came to sudden stop when he saw the raised hackles, the livid eyes, and bared fangs of the Canaan. “Listen to me carefully young man,” the dog growled, “When I or anyone else tells you to stop like that you STOP! You do not EVER go into the street after a ball! Didn’t I tell you that?” John was frozen as his son nodded in fear, looking past Alon to where the truck had come to a screeching stop. “Didn’t I tell you not to go in the street?” Alon demanded again, not shouting really but so forceful that Skyler sheepishly answered yes this time. “Are you ever going to disobey an adult like that again?” Alon demanded, and while Skyler’s answer was subdued, the pup shook his head so hard his ears flopped back and forth. Alon pulled the now crying wolf pup up into a tight hug that lifted Skyler into the air and carried him towards John.

John just stood there as Alon crossed the street back to him, the puppy in his arms. He was just as stunned as his son was by how completely the Canaan had turned fear into sheer dominance. Even now, the dog’s raised hackles and bused tail made John take a step back as Alon handed the frightened bundle that was Skyler to his father. With a sob, Skyler threw his arms around his father’s neck and buried his face in his dad’s collar. John clutched his son, his whole world going pink at the edges as he held his boy. For a moment, he had seen what had almost happened to his son as the football was crushed underneath the truck’s tires. John stood there in front of Alon clutching his son, alive and unhurt, and he wanted to hug the bare-chested white dog standing beside him as fiercely as he hugged Skyler to his chest. Alon just stood there, his body heaving as he panted, the sheer male power rolling off the dog frightening even though his hackles were going down and his tail and ears were returning to normal.

“Oh my god, oh my oh Mr. Johnson! Tell me he’s alright! I didn’t see you honey, oh god!” John turned away from the even, dominant stare of the male beside him, to face the hysteric tigress that was barring down on them all. It was Mrs. Berk from down the street, and the frantic woman’s paws clutched Skyler’s shoulders and she kissed the back of his head desperately. “Oh god John, I’m so sorry, he just came out of nowhere, I couldn’t stop,” with a howl the tigress turned and threw her arms around Alon’s chest. “You! I have no idea who you are but thank heaven you were here!”

John put and arm out as Alon patted the woman on the back, but the dog motioned towards Skyler, and then the house with his muzzle. “Take him inside okay?” John felt his son tightened his grip at the sound of the dog’s voice, and he nodded once, hoisting his pup into his arms better and carrying him inside.

Outside, John could here Alon comforting the distraught Mrs. Berk, and the wolf kissed his son’s forehead as he carried him inside.

***

Inside the house, John sat down with Skyler on the sofa, and with trembling paws he unwrapped the boy’s arms from his neck. The pup curled up on the couch and shook, his paws clasped together. His paws wrapped around Skyler’s, John kissed his son’s tears away and hugged the boy. Father and son pressed their foreheads together, muzzles touching in a soft nuzzle. John held his boy like that for a long time, his heart racing from the fear that lingered as he cupped the back of his son’s head. His worst fear in the world was losing Skyler, and John had almost seen it happen. He hadn’t even been watching him.

“I’m,” Skyler choked, “I’m sorry dad.” The eight-year-old wolf pup moaned, his head buried in his father’s chest. “I shouldn’t have chased the ball.”

“Shush Sky,” John whispered, “It’s okay. You’ll know better next time.” John petted his son’s ears, soothing him gently.

“I’ll never chase a ball again.” Skyler bawled, his fingers clutching his dad’s shirt.

“No, oh no Skyler, you can chase balls.” John smiled at his son, who seemed to be relaxing now, “you love chasing things. You just can’t chase them into the street okay honey?” Skyler nodded sheepishly, and wiped his face. Then the pup tensed again, and John looked up at the door too. They could both hear someone walking up the sidewalk outside, and Skyler quickly grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it so he wouldn’t have to look at Alon. Sure enough the Canaan opened the front door moments later.

John stood up, shielding his son protectively from the white furred dog. He took a few steps towards the dog, and Alon met him half way.

“Is he alright?” Alon said, looking past John in concern at the pup cowering on the couch.

“Yes,” John said, his chest heaving, “Thanks to you.” The wolf kept his voice neutral so it wouldn’t alarm Skyler, but he put a lot into those words. He turned his ears back, pinned his tail to his leg, and stood with his paws behind his back, using his muzzle and body language to show that he was totally submissive to Alon at the moment. It was something every wolf honed over the years, standing so to display your rank. He hated himself for doing it, appearing submissive to Alon was the last thing in the world he wanted right now considering what had happened the last time, but the dog had just saved his son’s life.

Alon looked back at the wolf, and John could tell what the dog had been thinking just by the look on his face. He hadn’t been thinking about what had happened last night at all, his only concern had been the safety of John’s son. Alon took in John stance and tilted his head to the side as John’s ears came forward a little. “Can I talk with him alone for a second?”

John glanced at his son and then back at the dog standing beside him. He didn’t want Alon to talk to Sky, he wanted the dog to just vanish and never come back, but he nodded anyways, “Yes, but then you have to go, alright? I’ll call you a cab.”

Alon smiled a little bit, and for a moment, John thought he saw a flicker of a smirk there. John ran a trembling paw over his face as he walked away, leaning against the wall in the hallway as the Canaan knelt down next to Skyler and tapped lightly on the pup’s paw. “Hey sport, can we talk for a second?”

“No,” was the only muffled reply from behind the pillow.

“Your dad’s not here.” Alon said, his voice cajoling for a moment, but Skyler didn’t come out from behind the pillow. “Look,” the dog said, his voice gruff but apologetic, “I know I got really scary out there, and I’m sorry. But you terrified me,” the dog put a real emphasis on the last word, his paws resting on top of Skyler’s paws, “and when I’m frightened I get scary.”

“You weren’t frightened,” Skyler said with a sniff, “You were mad at me.”

“A little,” Alon conceded, “but mostly I was frightened. That van nearly killed you, and that was pretty scary.”

“Yah, it was.” Skyler hung his head and tried not look at Alon. “You’re really not mad?” Even though his head was buried in his arms, the little wolf’s ears were perked.

“No,” Alon said, a smile spreading across his muzzle, “I’m just glad you’re okay sport. Next time, we’ll play in the back yard okay?”

Skyler looked up at the Canaan and put his arms around Alon’s neck. Alon patted him gently and stood up. “Now look, go talk to your dad okay? I think he needs a hug more than me.”

***

Aaaand that's it for now! That's the trouble with my older stories... they are so fragmented. I had dozens of ideas for where this story could go. How Alon already 'knew' John's son, who is obviously a gay kid coming out at college. How John and his wife's lover, who is a fellow lawyer at his firm, might interact now that John has become much more submissive. How Alon would react to finding out that his Bitch is being taken by another alpha dog. And of course, a big scene of John and his wife having it out, real housewives style (though I wrote this long before that show existed.).

What do you guys think? Do you have any ideas of how this should have gone?