Disobedience


Completely naked, the fox kneeled before his master. The tall, bulky wolf towered over him, looking down. His crotch, yet covered by his pants, was on eye-level with the fox's snout. Briefly the vulpine wondered what his master was planning for him right now. Not quite as brief was his body's reaction, as he kept fantasizing. When his master noticed, the red fox flinched.

"Did you get permission to get hard, slave?!" the big wolf demanded in a not too pleasant voice.

The fox's ears dropped. He knew very well that his master hated it when he did something without being allowed to. And today seemed to be one of these days, where the canine just sought for a reason to punish him. But the fox hadn't gotten permission to cum for the last nine days. He needed it.

"No, sir."

Immediately the wolf spoke up again, "Did you get permission to speak?!!!" His voice sounded even angrier now.

Having his head bowed down, the fox could see his master's foot lift from the floor. He swallowed hard. The wolf was wearing his boots today - the big ones. Slowly he watched his master's booted paw draw nearer and nearer, until it stopped and settled down, directly on the fox's growing tip. The little slave shuddered as the cold, squeaky rubber touched with the exposed glands of his member.

Slowly, but constantly, the wolf added more pressure to the sensitive thing, showing its owner that HE was the only one to decide when it would show up. Soon the fox felt his pointy tip being squeezed in between the profile of the leather boots, and the pain that resulted from it. The act - initially executed to suppress his sexual arousal - had the opposite effect. The hard touch made the poor slave even more desperate for a release and his penis throbbed. Unfortunately his master noticed.

"You only grow hard, if I tell you to, boy!" he barked and shoved his boot down harder. The enormous pressure forced his dick back into its sheath - were it belonged, unless his master would decide otherwise! The fox's erection still didn't fade. He just wanted to cum. He wanted his master to allow him to cum, but he knew that he would never do so, unless he would behave the way his master wanted. But that stern touch to his private parts felt too arousing to constrain his libido.

"Still not obeying, huh?" he heard the wolf say.

The pressure increased even more. The hard, unyielding rubber profile dug into his soft fox-member and his erect cock was forced brutally back into its furry sheath. The pleasure started to turn into pain, as the fox slave thought he could feel his knot press back against his testicles. Tensing, he pushed his legs together and tried to retreat, but he was already kneeling on the floor, like a slave ought to be, and had nowhere left to go.

He wanted to apologize to his master for not obeying, so he would stop, but he still wasn't allowed to speak. All the while, his member was obstinate. The fox tried to focus on the pain to slack, but it seemed his manhood was as disobedient to him, as he was disobedient to his master.

Apparently, the wolf had enough of the play. With just about the same force as before he twisted his boot left and right, letting the sharp rubber treats scrap and cut over the poor fox's sensitive skin.

Closing his eyes and praying silently for his master to have mercy, the slave squirmed under the treatment. It took all of his strength not to scream out, as he felt his cock grind and twist and turn awkwardly in his sheath. At some point he couldn't take it anymore.

A heavy tear run down his face as he gave in, "P-please master... stop..." he begged under the still grinding boot. "Arggh! Please... It hurts!!" He almost started to cry as he finally had spoken the words.

Finally, his master eased off, lifting his boot from his bruised member. Though, the release was only for a short moment. In a fluent motion, the wolf had planted his massive foot on the smaller man's chest and was now forcing him slowly down onto his back. Not wanting to object his master any more, the slave let himself be pushed on the ground.

Lying on the floor, his master's boot soon found its way on top of the fox's stomach. He almost screamed again as he suddenly found his wolf master's full weight on top of him. The gray-furred wolf was much taller and much, much heavier than the slender fox underneath him.

Bowing up and working his abs the skinny fox tried to support the massive weight pushing down on him, but his master's enormous form was too much for him and the only thing he could do, was to feel how that heavy boot squeezed itself into his body. Regardless of how hard the pain was, however, he refused to use his paws to grab at the wolf's boot for support. Doing so would anger him even more.

Standing comfortably on his lowly slave like that, the wolf moved his second boot. Slowly he let it hover over the fox's distorted face, before he pushed down. "Lick!" he commanded with a booming voice.

Feeling his master's other boot press down on his muzzle, the fox did just that. The pain in his abdomen made it hard to breath, by now, and the rubber surface obscuring his mouth and nose didn't help with that either, but still he managed to press out his tongue and run it over the rubber treats. His master has ordered it!

Bravely he lapped at his master's sole. Wetting the profile as he licked it, pressing his already sore tongue deep between the treats and forcing out his tongue while the wolf drew his boot over it. All that time his other boot continued to crush his stomach. The fox whimpered from time to time under the weight, but right now his master didn't seem to mind.

Though, eventually his master had enough. Resting his boot on the small fox's chin - and pushing his head awkwardly far back as he did so - the wolf spoke once more, "Are you going to be e good boy now?" But before he answered, the fox waited for his master to allow him to raise his voice. "Speak, slave!"

"Y-yes, sir," he managed to say around the foot on his face.

With that the wolf lifted his boot from the fox's face and placed it down on his chest. "I hope so," the wolf added and suddenly shifted his whole weight from the fox's abdomen onto his chest, making his ribs crack under the power.

His master stood only for a short moment on his chest, but it was enough to blow the air from his lungs. Even screaming wouldn't be possible anymore, like that. His master sure was one big wolf. Eventually, though, he stepped off the trampled fox. That was not to say, his ordeal had ended yet. Just like on a fine sofa, the wolf let his ass drop down on his slave's chest, making himself comfortable.

Seated like that he opened his bulged pants, pulled down his underwear and released his throbbing cock for the fox to see. Giving himself a few good strokes to full hardness, he addressed his underling again, "You won't make a single sound, slave!" he ordered, looming over the slaves face like a god. "And don't you dare and move one muscle! Understand?!"

Having his master's weight rest on his ribcage again, he nodded awkwardly, and without any further ado the wolf angled his cock down, grabbed his slave behind the head and forced himself into the fox's muzzle, although he hadn't much of a resistance anymore.

After his former struggling and disobedience, the wolf made sure to make this as unpleasant as possible for the tortured fox. He didn't care much for his slave's pleasure or comfortableness, he just wanted to have a good fuck right now and dump his load.

The fox had barely a second time, for what was about to come. His master was especially rough this time. He just shoved his massive cock between his cheeks and dipped in once or twice, to smooth things up with some saliva, before he started to throat fuck him. Over and over again the poor, molested slave felt that giant thing hit the back of his maw hard, before it buried itself deep into his throat, pushing its way down. But that was not the only thing he felt: his master, still seated on his chest, moved back and forth with his thrusts, shifting his weight every few seconds on the much smaller fox's frame, making it even harder to breathe with the wolf's dick in his throat.

If only he would stay on his chest, the fox thought. While being into it, his master had leaned forward, for a better angle to ram his cock down his throat, and while doing so he scooted further and further towards the fox's muzzle as his dick went deeper and deeper inside it, resting more and more weight on the vulpine's abused neck.

Strongly, the little slave suffered through his fate. He let the superior canine use his mouth as he saw fit and endured everything with only a few shed tears. Though when the wolf eventually bucked up too far, only to slump back down on the little creature's neck with his ass - full weight - the fox felt a throbbing in his head. As his master continued, he soon noticed the throbbing getting harder, his vision blurring, his ears turning hot and the alarming absence of air in his lungs. Reacting more out of instinct than of a clear mind, he folded his ears down and tucked his tail in. When his master abruptly stopped his mating, the fox froze in place and all his senses returned. His tail had brushed over his master's back!

His cock still in the fox's mouth, the wolf growled, "Didn't I tell you not to move?!"

Afraid of the consequences of his failure, the fox whimpered in horror, begging for mercy.

"I'll have you punished for that later, slave," he said and started to thrust into his servant's throat again. "But for now, we'll finish this here. And don't think this is for you, boy!" he barked and shoved his dick back into his slave's mouth, where it belonged. "This is just for my personal pleasure."

Now he fucked him even harder than before, even though, the fox couldn't have imagined how. The wolf had repositioned himself onto his knees now and gripped at the fox's head with both paws, smacking his body back and forth, shaking his pup's head against that and slamming his fat knot against his nose.

Soon the merciless wolf found his balls aching for release. Being the one in control, he had no problem with empting himself deep into his cocksucker's throat.

Still hoping to show his master that he was a good boy, the fox bravely swallowed the load. Though, his master didn't seem to be that much impressed. Off course he wasn't. Swallowing his master's seed was his duty as a slave. It wasn't anything special he'd get a treat over. He was supposed to do it. Simple as that.

Being done feeding his slave for the day, the wolf slumped down on the body beneath him, sending a new wave of pain through the fox's bruised abdomen. After a short moment to get his breath back, the wolf stood and nudged the panting body, lying on the floor, to roll over. Despite exhaustion, the fox did as he was ordered. Again he got nudged. "On all fours, slave!" his master commanded. "You're not done yet!"

Managing to stand weakly on his elbows and knees, he saw his master get something out of a box. It was a dildo. A very, very big dildo. The fox's knees were shaking even more as he feared the massive, purple device in the wolf's paws.

Coming down in front of the crouching fox, the wolf held that instrument up for him to see up close. It could easily match up with the wolf's arm, save for the muscles. Chuckling slightly, his master said, "So, foxy. Wanna lube that thing up, before it goes in your ass, or not?"

Puzzled the fox looked up at his superior. Was he seriously considering to use that thing on him without lubrication? He was a stretchy fox, but that might be too much, even for him.

"I take this as a 'yes' then," his master announced. "Okay. But, as part of your punishment, you're going to do it yourself!" And then the big tip of the dildo was squeezed between the slave's lips. His master chuckled again, "But I'll only let you go down once, so I'd advice you to take it in deep and lube it up good. Too bad you already swallowed all that cum, boy. That would have come in handy right now." With a bad grin his master promised, "But don't worry: I'll help you." And then he started to push at the end of the toy.

Getting the hint, the fox made himself ready to gulp that thing down, though he already knew, he couldn't possibly reach the end. Much less so with only one try!

His master, however, seemed to have confidence in him, since he kept pushing and pushing. Soon the fox felt his throat being stretched uncomfortably wide. Wider than even his master was able to stretch. Yet the wolf kept pushing. Already gaging hard, he pulled back, but was greeted by a familiar paw that held him in place.

"You don't want to give up that easily, do you?" his master mocked above him.

Though this was as far as it would ever go and the fox couldn't breathe with that thing in his esophagus. With watering eyes he tried to find his master's gaze, but couldn't make out anything under the tears. Gaging and choking breathlessly around the purple silicon, the poor thing coughed hard when the wolf finally thought he had enough.

His master showed him his effort. The dildo wasn't even half-covered in saliva. Smiling, his master said, "The next step might pinch a little for you, boy." Then he walked behind the fox.

Hearing his master shuffle behind him for a moment, the fox thought that he, would he only be allowed to speak, beg his master for real lube. He made himself ready for a very unpleasant experience. But he deserved it. He knew that.

"Tail up, slave!" his master ordered.

The slave considered once more, whether he should speak up against his master's word and beg for mercy, but he didn't. He feared that he might just dry that thing off again, if he did. So he lifted his tail like a good slave and presented his rump.

Thankfully, his master applied a wet finger or two, to stretch him out, before he pressed the wet tip of that monster against his anus. With a hard thrust, the tip was forced inside of the fox. The fox moaned.

"Shhhhh..." his master made, reminding him to keep his mouth shut. Then he started to move the dildo in.

It took everything to keep silent. But his master wanted it, so he did.

Slowly the purple monstrosity slipped inside him, than out again and back in, steadily increasing in speed and depth. The feeling the fox had right now, was somewhere between pain and proud to be able to take this big thing for his master.

Ruthlessly his master stretched his insides. The fox thought he could feel a bulge form at his abdomen, when he moved in. Despite that, and despite his earlier torment and his current treatment, he felt his member harden again. He thought that his master wouldn't notice this time, since he was obscuring it underneath him, but off course he was wrong.

The wolf laughed. "Still not prone to follow my word, huh?" The fox flinched as the man shoved the dildo hard into him once more. "Guess we'll have to think of something else after this," he added and continued to plow his slave. Then, though, the wolf said something the slave wouldn't have dreamed to think about. "You may cum."

The fox, formerly restricting himself, was now trying to get at least something out of his torment. After being given permission to cum, it would offend his master if he wouldn't. Though, he was still not allowed to move. That meant, he couldn't use his paws. Luckily the big log in his butt made up for that.

Feeling it push and pull and thrust and pump, the slave fox didn't need long to stand on the edge. Being so close now, he feared he'd hear his master deny him his release at any second, but the wolf kept still. And so he let go, feeling his fur bristle along his spine and the tension in his body build as he finally - after nine long days - shot his load on the floor.

His master kept pumping that dildo until every last drop has left his body and landed on the ground between his legs. And then he continued to pump.

He kept on going and going and soon the fox was panting and moaning audible. But the wolf didn't care right now. Right now he just wanted to bust that slave. He wanted to totally exhaust him and he wanted to see him collapse on the floor and land in his own cum, like the damn dirty slave he was. And eventually he got what he wanted.

The little fox stayed strong for as long as he could, but his demanding master couldn't seem to get enough. Reaching his limit, he felt his arms and legs tremble, but he was not allowed to move, so he kept standing. The fucking still didn't find an end and the slave was getting really sore back there. At some point he couldn't do anything about it any longer. His limbs gave in and he fell to the floor, feeling his sticky cum cling to his belly-fur.

Finally easing off, his master laughed, satisfied. "Guess we're done with that part, then," he said, still chuckling.

Slowly the fox felt the toy being removed from his rump. Slowly, so slowly, it left him. And it left him with an empty feeling, easily as big as the dildo was. When it finally popped free of him, the fox relaxed his body - despite not being told to do so! His master let it slip for now, though.

Smiling, the wolf leaned down on the floor next to his spent fox and placed the dildo in front of his nose. Confused, the fox saw that the purple love-toy was covered, top to bottom, with lube. Real lube!

The wolf chuckled, "I thought, since your oral performance wasn't all that bad..." he spoke and trailed off. Then he added, "And actually, I wasn't gonna ruin you just like that."

The fox felt as though he could fall asleep right here and now, so exhausted was he. But then his master continued.

"BUT," he said loudly. "Your punishment isn't over yet."

Again the small fox feared his master's devious plans for him. He was totally spent, could barely move. What had he in store for him next?

Smiling all the way, his master went to grab something. He returned with a small, black pouch, jingling in his paw. The fox didn't know what it was, but he had a feeling that he soon would know.

Crouching down beside him the wolf spoke, "Since you did not obey me and refused to restrain the 'little fox'..." The slave twitched in guilt. "And also disobeyed me repeatedly..." He groveled on the floor in front of his master. "I'll solve this problem quick and easy."

And with that word, the wolf fished in the small bag and protruded a metallic device. The fox gulped in shock as he recognized the object as a chastity cage.

His master turned him on his back once again and then started to adjust the device around the fox's balls and sheath. The metal was cold, but that wasn't even the worst. That thing was tiny!!!

Flinching slightly as the wolf clicked the lock shut, his master spoke up, "What? Too tight?" he asked amused. "Hope that will teach you to remember who's in charge here, SLAVE!" he said and laughed at him. "You'll wear that thing for as long as it takes you to learn how to behave, boy." He laughed again and stood. "Now be a good boy, bring me a beer and clean up your mess."


THE END

