"Alright, kiddo. You got your jammies on?" "Yup!" "And you've brushed your teeth?" "Uh-huh." "Alright then. Do I need to read you a bedtime story?" "Daaaad, I'm too old for bedtime stories!" "You sure? I know a good one about a pirate who falls in love with a princess..." Kiba squirmed beneath his covers and voiced his complaints via a typical wolf-like whine, pouting his muzzle and staring up at his dad with his sky blue eyes. A smirk crossed his father's lips and the man reached out, ruffling his son's grey-furred head and scratching behind his ears, much to Kiba's delight. The 10-year-old cub leant into his father's hand for a moment before those large fingers retreated and the man, already in his late 30s, rose to his feet. He padded across the room, tip-toeing around toys on the floor as he reached the doorway. He turned and glance at his son, nice and snug in his bed and illuminated by the light of the hallway beyond. "Goodnight, son." Kiba's father slowly pulled the door to a close, bathing the room in a dark silence. The man leant against the door frame on the other side and listened to see if his son was actually going to sleep, satisfied when he didn't hear any intense shuffling around. He slowly retreated and went downstairs and into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. He's doing it tonight. This was the night he'd fuck his son. Kiba's father had held his attraction in for far too long, and it had only blossomed as Kiba got older. He couldn't want until the kid was 18-- there was only so much pent up energy a single father could hold in before he needed to release it. To say that Kiba's dad had been holding it in since he was born was a tad incorrect; he'd only harboured his attraction for barely a handful of months at most, spurred on by a change in Kiba's form as he grew into a more boyish frame as well as the man's own lack of any meaningful relationship. His mind swam with perverted thoughts daily, some darker than others, and now he was unable to resist. It would be simple: exploring him as he slept was the best course of action, to avoid upsetting his son; though he wanted to touch and caress him, Kiba's father had no intention of hurting him, for his attraction was born half of lust, and half of love. He didn't drug him, and thankfully had no reason to either-- Kiba was a ridiculously heavy sleeper, to the point where it was difficult to get him out of bed for school some days. With the man's plan slowly set in motion, all he had to do was wait; Kiba would nod off soon enough. He lingered in the kitchen for a while, both nervous yet excited. The mere thought of what he was going to do was already causing his loins to tingle, but he tried to push his arousal to the back of his mind, wanting to save himself for later. Luckily, he didn't have to wait that long: after a little bit of pacing, some TV watching and a snack, an hour had passed. Kiba's slumber was all but guaranteed, though there was still the possibility that he was up and fooling around with his toys. The equally grey-furred man slowly made his way up the stairs in the dark, the soft pads of his digitigrade feet making it easy for him to ascend without making a sound. He made his way to his son's door and hesitated, just for a moment, before slowly twisting the handle and pushing it open. It was a little hard to see in the dark, but the man's attentive hearing picked up the sound of Kiba's slow breathing, which was a sure-fire bet that he was asleep. The man slowly made his way across the room, either slowly shifting or avoiding the toys on the floor as he reached the side of the bed. The lack of a night light, which Kiba had grown out of some time ago, made it a little difficult to see-- but the older canine's eyes were slowly beginning to adjust. He just about made out the outline of the blanket, with one of Kiba's arms resting over top as the boy laid on his side. Slowly, the man reached out, grabbing the blanket roughly halfway down and beginning to pull. At first, there was some resistance, but the blanket eventually slipped out under Kiba's arm and down his body, revealing his pyjamas. The details couldn't be made out in the dark, but that didn't matter-- Kiba's father was here for what was beneath it, rather than what he was wearing. Pulling the blanket all the way down to his son's paws, Kiba's dad slowly moved his hand up the cub's body, hovering mere inches away from his pyjama pants. He reached the boy's top and hesitated, wondering if it was worth the effort to try and wrangle it off him in his sleep. In the end, he decided against it; he didn't want to risk anything just trying to strip the boy completely, but he did at least sink his hand beneath the top and against his son's fluffy stomach fur. His fingers sunk deep against the flesh and he felt the warmth of his offspring's body. Kiba groaned in his sleep and rolled, flopping onto his back and lolling his head to the side. He tucked on arm beneath his own pillow whilst the other settled on his chest, in arguably the most comfortable position he could manage. One of his feet got stuck in the blanket and he instinctively kicked it off, cocking on leg and leaving the other fully stretched out. Licking his lips in anticipation, Kiba's father gently stroked along the boy's belly, hearing the quiet thumping of his wagging tail in response, before he moved his hand down to the waistband of his son's pants. He hesitated, checking to make sure Kiba was well and truly asleep, before he hooked a digit between the cub's hip and the elastic, tugging the pyjamas down on one side. He soon reached out with the other hand to do the same to the otherwise, slowly slipping the boy's pyjamas down until, finally, he got a look at what was underneath. This wasn't the first time that he'd seen his son's junk, yet at that moment the sight made his mouth water. Between Kiba's young legs sat the dark outline of a sheath, small yet plump, with a pair of tiny balls beneath them that jiggled with each subtle movement, each little shift of Kiba's legs in his sleep. His father had no idea what he was dreaming about, and frankly didn't care: his entire focus was on his boy's cock, and the thought of more. The aching in his loins drew the man towards his own body, and in his haste to get things moving between them, he reached back to yank down the sweatpants he'd been wearing all day after his shower in the morning. He typically works in an office, but it was a weekend and he hadn't needed to run to the store today, meaning he could lounge in workout clothes and casual garments most of the morning and afternoon. His sweatpants dropped to the floor and his arousal became obvious, even to himself. He reached down and grasped the knotted base of his pulsing canine cock and shuddered on the spot, clamping his mouth shut to restrain a moan of delight. Pre-cum oozed from his tip and he wanted nothing more than to flip his son over and get what he wanted, but he resisted, for now-- he had other ideas in mind. He was apprehensive about getting onto the bed itself, so he instead knelt on the floor beside the single bed, able to easily reach over and touch his boy's legs. He trailed up light grey fur and towards the even lighter shade along Kiba's inner thigh, curling his hand down and around until he was cupping the 10-year-olds balls. Kiba shifted in his sleep, adjusting to a more comfortable position, and the cub's lips parted to let out a long exhale, still sound asleep. Blowing a quick and quiet sigh of relief his father continued, idly cradling the cute balls with his fingers as he angled his hand to reach up with his thumb, trailing a circular motion along Kiba's sheath tip. He could feel how malleable and receptive the plump fur and flesh was to the touch, adjusting the wiggling around as he pressed his thumb deeper. The man's breath hitched in his throat as he pushed his thumb further down, delighted and turned on when he could slip the digit into the sheath without much difficulty. He could feel how smooth and tender it was on the inside, warm and inviting, and the adult's cock vividly throbbed at the mere thought alone. Very quickly, however, Kiba's father got a reaction from his teasing; a mass prodded and poked at his thumb and caused him to retreat, and the father watched with eager anticipation as his son's cock steadily grew from its housing, pulsing to life. He could see better now in the dark, so Kiba's dad changed tactics, sliding his fingers out from under the cub's balls and around to his sheath instead, sensually and slowly stroking it up and down, watching with delight as his efforts caused the boy's cock to grow even more. It didn't take long for Kiba to grow fully hard, his knot swelling around the base of his member to keep it out in the open. The man slowly moved, shifting towards the foot of the bed and, despite his anxiety in waking his son up, climbing up. He slid across the blankets bottomless and gently held onto Kiba's ankles, parting them to the side as he snuck in between them, letting the cub's paws drag over his shoulders and along his beck. It was a risk, but he was confident that Kiba would remain asleep since he had gotten hard without waking up. Kiba's father dipped his head and buried his nose in amongst the warmth of his son's crotch, taking in his scent and shuddering at the aroma. Of course, Kiba was as clean and as healthy as any boy-- but the scent of him, a distinctive, faint and identifiable musk was both intoxicating and also soothing. He ran his nose up the cub's cock and towards the tapered tip of his member, before parting his muzzle and finally getting a taste of what he'd craved for so long. Kiba whimpered in his sleep, his dreams filled with lewd thoughts and sensations of the actions of real-life affected his sleeping world. His father plunged down on his cock in an instant, taking the member all the way into his mouth and suckling sweetly near the base, taking care not to brush his teeth too close to the boy's bulbous knot. If he tried hard enough, he was sure that Kiba could tie with his muzzle, but it wasn't the best idea for now. Instead, the man focused purely and entirely on the little throbs and pulses of the member against his tongue, the man's wet appendage sliding and curling to coat every inch of his son's length in a thing, wet film of spit. He rose his head and bobbed down, beginning in on a steady rhythm of slurps and sucks that had Kiba huffing and groaning in his sleep, quiet and gentle. The boy's breathing grew heavier in his slumber but he still didn't wake, shifting ever so slightly and lightly grazing his digitigrade heel against his dad's back as the older canine tasted the minute droplets of pre-seed, fervently gulping them down. The more that he tasted his son's cock and pleasured him, the more that Kiba huffed, his breathing growing heavier and heavier over time. Kiba mumbled something inaudible that his father couldn't quite pick up, but his delicate, quiet moans of pleasure ticked up an octave and his squirming became a little more pronounced in his sleep, signalling that something was inevitably coming. His father wasn't even remotely surprised that Kiba was already nearing his orgasm-- this was likely the boy's first time he'd ever been touched between his legs before, at least not by himself. Kiba's little huffs abruptly and suddenly changed into low, laboured breaths and his chest began to heave. His father was all too familiar with this sensation and knew what was coming-- at that moment, he pushed down and parted his muzzle as much as he could, sliding the cock along his tongue and as far back into his mouth as he could, just at the right time. The cub quivered and sighed, pushing up his hips slightly in his sleep and gasping through gritted teeth as he finally orgasms. His father groans and closes his eyes, relishing the salty taste of the load and all the connotations and nuance that came with it. The man's cock eagerly and wildly throbbed from the situation itself as he pulled back and plunged, sliding his tongue up and down to coax every last delicious drop of his son's load from the boy's pulsing mass. The cub's hips eventually flopped down as his shallow breathing lapsed into long and tired sighs, his cock spent and his muscles begging for rest. Slowly, his father pulled back and wiped his muzzle, his mind giddy with thoughts of more-- he was driven purely by lust at that point, and nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted. The man put his hands on the cub's hips but didn't flip him over. Instead, he held him there as he scooted back, lifting himself out from between the boy's limp, spread legs and letting them fall back onto the bed. He then pressed the legs together and climbed over and across the boy's body, his knees either side of Kiba's boyish frame until he was borderline straddling the cub's chest-- though he took care not to press his weight down on him. What he was really after was the sight of his massive cock, 8 inches in length with a fat pulsing knot, laid across his son's face. The man idly stroked himself and smeared the underside of his cock against the cub's cheek, before reaching down to angle the boy's face upwards. A groan escaped his lips as he dragged his cock along the boy's snout and against his nose, making him breathe in the smell of his arousal, his faint natural musk. He pushed his hips forwards and dragged his cock along up to the base, sinking the crease between his sheath and balls against the boy's mouth. His mind was swimming with not just the connotations of his actions, but the potential consequences. His body shuddered at the thought of Kiba becoming accustomed to his scent, perhaps even craving it. His father never pegged himself as someone who'd have a corruption kink, but at that moment it was the hottest thing in the world. He played scenarios over and over in his mind about corrupting the boy, getting him hooked and addicted to him in any shape or form. He wildly and fervently stroked his cock to the thought as he stared down at his son's sleeping face, dragging his hips back so he could tease the tapering tip of his knotted cock against Kiba's muzzle. The wolf pup instinctively began to open his mouth and his father saw an opportunity for more. Slowly he leant forwards and pushed his member down, feeling the delicate warmth of his son's cock against his tongue as he sunk down, propping himself up with a hand. As his mind considered the endless fantastical possibilities, he was left with one question: was it entirely possible? Could he get his son to crave his scent and his body without the boy realising it? The parent in him said it was inappropriate, but his lust blocked out all reason. He decided the chase the possibility, however slim, in the future. For now, however, he fully admired the sight of his cock sinking into his son's muzzle as his rapidly stroking hand brought him closer and closer to the brink, sooner than he realised. He felt himself tipping over the edge rather suddenly, vividly aware it hadn't even been that long since he began. The combination of months of pent-up sexual energy and the situation itself rapidly brought him to orgasm, and before he could pull the few inches of his cock out of his son's mouth, his member throbbed and swelled, his climax rolling over him. He groaned audibly and caught himself mid-way, trying to restrain his grunts of pleasure as he felt what had the be the best orgasm of his life surge through his body, every limb and digit tingling as thick, plentiful ropes shot right into his son's mouth. Kiba instinctively gulped the first couple spurts as his father pulled out, just in time for Kiba not to be overwhelmed. The man lifted his hips and pushed his knotted member back between his legs, huffing in ecstasy as fat, off-white ropes painted his son's chest and up to his neck, cum seeping from the cub's mouth a little and the rest of the man's load splattering onto his bedsheets. The adult cursed, swinging his leg up and scooting off the bed before he made any more mess. He smeared the end of his cock against the side of the bed, squeezing out the remnants of his orgasm from his still turgid cock as he glanced over and grimaced at the mess he'd made on his son's body, the cub's pyjama's stained, his pillow wet and his mouth salty. Rather than clean up, however, Kiba's father left him there, hoping he would grow accustomed to the taste. Even as he felt a little shame, the eagerness of potential 'corruption' still lingered. Was he really going to go through it? Yes. Yes he was. ---------- x x x ---------- It had been a week since 'the incident' that had sparked the father's new plan. Kiba, on that first morning, was oblivious to why his pyjamas were crusty or why he had a weird taste in his mouth, and quickly forgot about it as the week went on. His father, however, didn't forget. In fact, he replayed the memory over and over in his mind, sometimes during the day and sometimes at night, when he became too horny. His plan was simple but risky-- he wanted to indirectly and subconsciously get Kiba hooked on him. If anyone had heard him say it out loud, he would have been arrested on the spot-- but thankfully, his thoughts were policed. He spent hours on his computer at night doing research and formulating what he hoped would be a fool-proof way to change Kiba's attitude towards him. According to all methods of research he'd looked up, the simple act of corrupting the boy-- or rather, 'mental conditioning'-- required him to slowly feed Kiba the object of what he wanted him to get hooked on, to make it a part of his daily life and incorporate it into pleasurable things. Forums upon forums spoke at length about how people developed sexual attraction for purely unarousing things like sneezing and tickling simply by making it a part of their sexual acts, be it sex or jerking off. The testimony of so many people on the internet couldn't be wrong-- at least, that's what Kiba's father thought-- so he put it into practice. It first began with food: it was difficult to hide it sometimes, but the man did his best to try and jerk off into his son's food from time to time. Not often enough for it to be noticeable, but specifically into foods where it wouldn't be obvious-- a pasta sauce, for example, was his best bet. Kiba eventually began to complain on the 4th day about having pasta every night, so his dad had to switch it up and tried to mix it into condiments and other areas. He did his best to be subtle, but he started to grow worried that Kiba was noticing his odd behaviour-- after all, he was often excusing himself to the bathroom in the middle of cooking to crank one out, often returning with a shot glass he desperately tried to hide. Night times, however, were where his efforts of mental conditioning truly shined. At first, it had been difficult: he loved nothing more than to molest his son in his sleep, and had deviated from just toying with his sheath to doing more-- some nights he spread his son's cheeks wide and buried his mouth against the cub's virgin little button, licking and slathering until the boy was whimpering in his sleep. One particular night he'd rimmed the boy's so fiercely and eagerly that the cub had eventually climaxed onto his own stomach, a sight that Kiba's father couldn't get out of his head for several days. Other nights he did more, toying with Kiba's body from top to bottom: sometimes he kissed and caressed him, playfully biting his neck or suckling his nipples, and other times he lapped and slurped the boy's paws, licking toes and pads alike. It was difficult every night not to finish there and then, depending on the things he got up to-- one night he couldn't help himself and humped the boy's cute paws to completely, painting the top of his feet and his pads alike in a mixture of spit and cum. Every night, however, he grew more efficient. At first, he'd pleasured and delighted in Kiba's body before planting his crotch on the cub's face and making sure he took in his scent before finishing in his mouth, much like the first night, but other time his methods changed. He started wearing briefs around the house and making up a swept by using the treadmill or lifting weights-- things he'd do normally anyway, but with a little more passion behind them due to his nighttime antics. When it finally came time to molest his heavy-sleeping son, he often placed his briefs on the boy's nose as he played with him, be it a blowjob or rimming. Any amount of pleasure that Kiba felt in his sleep was accompanied by a pair of his father's briefs, making sure he was completely surrounded by the scent of his dad's musk when he finally orgasmed. Of course, his father still sometimes liked to have Kiba taste him, but the same thing every night made their little one-sided time together a little boring and the adult found himself switching things up a little-- though that underwear remained. And, towards the end of the first week, Kiba's father noticed a change in his behaviour, albeit only a little. When they hugged, he'd linger a little longer than usual and his father could hear him taking long, deep breaths. When Kiba would go to the bathroom, he'd be gone for a little longer than usual. Sometimes in the evening Kiba would come down from his room and sit with his dad on the couch, cuddled up against him. They weren't big things, and subtle enough that the adult canine almost didn't notice-- but once he became aware, they showed up often. Whatever he was doing, it was working. ---------- x x x ---------- It was a warm Sunday night, 3 weeks after Kiba's father had first begun his little treatment of his son. He should have been sleeping at that moment, but something awoke him; unlike his son, the adult man was quite the light sleeper in comparison. He had quickly been pulled from his slumber by a tickling sensation in his crotch and a complete lack of blanket over his body. Though he was awake, he remained still, pretending to sleep. It didn't take a genius to guess what was happening, and once his mind became fully aware, he didn't want it to stop. The delicate sensation between his legs became recognisable: it was warm and wet like a tongue, small enough to belong to his son. In his sleep, the man's member had already reached half-mast, and now that he was awake and aware of the situation it very rapidly reached full hardness. He could hear his son moaning-- Kiba clearly wasn't aware of how easy it was to wake his dad, because he wasn't even trying to hide his noises. As he licked and slathered along the pulsing length, he let out little whimpers and breathy, laboured moans. The adult picked up not only the sounds of that tongue slickly running up and down, but also the wet little movements of what he presumed to be a hand on a pre-soaked cock. His member wildly throbbed under his son's tongue, driven by the wild, arousing thoughts of Kiba jerking himself off whilst pleading his daddy. Kiba ran his mouth to the tip and swirled around the tapered end for barely a second or two before he moved back down again, all the way to the man's swollen base and beyond. He felt Kiba's nose press in against his balls and the cub let out a tender, aching moan, and those slick noises of masturbation sped up considerably. Pre-cum oozed from the man's tip at the sounds, trickling down the underside of his member, eager for more. Kiba's little moans of pleasure were growing heavier, and his father could feel the panting hot breaths against his sheath and balls, signalling how laboured the boy's breathing already was. The boy's nose remained where it was as he audibly sniffed deep, taking in his father's scent as his hand wildly jerked back and forth, the sheer force of his masturbation on all fours making the bed creak just a little from his movements. The boy's moans grew more and more fervent over time, clearly spurred on by his dad's musk. "Daddy..." Kiba whimpered, barely above a whisper, and his father felt the bed tremble and shake as the boy violently shuddered and his gasping breaths hitched in his throat. The cub sank his mouth against his dad's balls and let out a long, tired sigh. The adult felt a wet splatter against his lower leg and accurately guessed the boy's position to be straddled over one of his legs. The droplets on his fur were minute, barely even noticeable, but the awake canine hyper-focused on them, his cock needily twitching at a near 45-degree angle. Kiba continued to lewdly stroke for a moment, the sounds bouncing around the room before they slowly stopped, and his father guessed he was spent. It took a great deal of willpower to not turn and look, for he didn't want Kiba to realise he was awake just yet-- he wanted to savour that thought for another time. Kiba's head eventually dragged back up and along his father's cock, licking across the underside and tasting his pre-cum, but he didn't continue, much to the man's dismay. Instead, the tired boy crawled up along the bed, the bare fur of his chest trailing across his face's own as he snuck up towards his chest and cuddled into his side, cocking on leg up onto his dad's up and lightly nudging the man's cock with his shin by accident. Kiba buried his head in against the man's toned pec and lightly licked and groomed his smooth, light grey fur for a minute or two as his father continued to pretend to sleep, paying attention to what his son was doing. Kiba's little licks slowed over time until they stopped completely, the cub's breathing lowered into deep, meaningful sighs. He'd fallen asleep not mere minutes after emptying his little balls onto his father's leg. This, however, was a good thing-- if Kiba was now seeking him out at night of his own accord and was so clearly and evidently into his musk, then his father could move onto his next stage of the plan. That is, after he enjoys a few more nights of this.