The cub woke up to a sore, aching butt, still worn out from being raped the night prior. It hurt to even move, and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. He'd hoped that the events of that night were merely a dream, but the way his whole body hurt from the abuse he suffered at the hands of John, he knew that it was anything but. He was still in the stale, shadowy apartment of a stranger. Though the sinister wolf was nowhere within sight, that fact did not comfort Charlie in any way, because the pup was still leashed to the bedpost. At the very least, Charlie could now get some sort of idea about where he was, and what objects were lying around that might help him escape. In spite of his aching butt, the cub slipped cautiously off the bed and set his paws on the bedroom floor. One, two, three steps. That was all he got before the leash went taut. It was not long enough for Charlie to even reach the window. On top of that, the leash was made of chain, so he wasn't going to be able to chew through it. He could break it, perhaps, if he had something heavy enough, but that was a very noisy solution, and it would definitely alert John. He kept looking. The bedside table had a drawer, and when Charlie opened it, he found a pen, a bottle of lube, and a box of condoms. Not entirely unexpected. The boy's snooping was interrupted when he felt the leash violently snap taut. Dread filled every bone in his body as he was pulled from the drawer by his collar and forcefully bent over the bed. "What do you think you're doing?" snarled John. He had the leash clutched tight in one paw. "I was checking to see if there was any food or water..." stammered Charlie, trying desperately to look contrite and submissive. "You're full of shit." John snapped the leash again, choking the pup without warning. "You think it's okay to lie to me?" "No sir..." Charlie growled. However, his attempts to appease the wolf inevitably fell flat as John raised his hand and struck Charlie across his bare little ass. Charlie wailed and squirmed in the air, kicking his legs in an attempt to keep John's hand away. The wolf laughed. "I'm not letting you go. You need to learn the error of your ways, brat." With a malicious grin on his face, John lifted Charlie's tail and began spanking him ruthlessly, beating the meat of the boy's young rear end again and again without pause. After a few minutes, the blows became harder and faster, leaving Charlie crying in agony. "Apologize," the wolf snarled. Charlie looked over his shoulder, eyes watering from the brutal punishment. He struggled to find the words, but eventually he managed to choke out an apology. "Please forgive me...I'm sorry...for making you angry." John's hand fell upon the pup's bottom again, giving it another hard blow. "What did you do wrong, huh?" barked the sadistic wolf. Charlie whimpered, unable to answer. "Answer me!" "I went through your stuff..." the cub choked. John punished the kid's right asscheek with another vicious slap. "Are you going to do it again?" he snarled. "No...no sir." Charlie shook his head vehemently. His voice broke on the last word, and John smacked the boy hard on the other cheek. The pain sent Charlie into a fresh fit of weeping. He couldn't take much more of this. Luckily, though, it seemed that John was done with him, and the boy squeaked pathetically as he was pushed onto the floor. "You need a bath," commented John. "Get up. Stand in front of me." Charlie climbed off the floor and stood, naked, in front of his owner. He watched anxiously as the wolf released the lock on his collar, breathing a sigh of relief when it finally fell to the floor. The moment was short-lived, however, as soon he was hoisted over John's shoulder and carried to the bathroom against his will. The cub shrieked when the cold water washed over him. It was uncomfortable, but Charlie didn't allow him to move. The sadistic wolf made Charlie stand in the running water as it warmed up. At the very least, Charlie was glad that John had the decency to let the water heat up for him. The tub was huge. There would be plenty of room to get clean. As Charlie was scrubbed by his captor, he caught sight of himself in the mirror and realized that he was a mess. His body was covered in bruises, welts, and scratches. Even worse, his fur was a tangled mess, matted down where John had grabbed and manhandled him. Now though, as John thoroughly cleaned the cub's fur, Charlie was surprised by how gentle the wolf was being all of a sudden. His strokes were slow, deliberate, and tender, and Charlie found himself relaxing under the treatment, if only a bit. This wasn't like the violent, brutal rape that Charlie expected at all. Still, he was nervous. Very nervous. He didn't know what to expect, and he certainly didn't trust John. But, he had no choice but to sit still and let the wolf wash him. So, Charlie closed his eyes and waited. John continued to massage Charlie's hair and back, careful not to let the young beast slip or fall as the soap suds cascaded down his entire body. With every pass, the water grew warmer. Finally, John's hands touched the area where Charlie's legs met his torso and the kid shivered uncontrollably. He didn't want John anywhere near his privates - especially not after the events of the night prior. Still, it took some effort for Charlie to maintain his composure as John carefully worked the lather along the cub's scrotum and anus, the latter of which was still sore and ruined from being raped. As John's fingers brushed across the tender hole, Charlie tensed again. A shudder ran up his spine as John reached lower and began washing the boy's balls, but he fought to remain calm, taking deep, shaky breaths. If nothing else, Charlie was grateful that John hadn't tried to put anything inside of him yet. After a few minutes of soothing massages, the soap had done its job, and John set to rinsing the puppy off. He held the showerhead with a steady hand, carefully rinsing every inch of Charlie's body. He spent a particularly long time allowing the water to flow onto the cub's sensitive crotch., and before long, Charlie's erection returned from the stimulation of the water alone. Though embarrassed, Charlie stayed silent. After all, he'd told himself that there was no way he was actually enjoying this. His body was just...confused. Surely. No matter how John handled him, it couldn't possibly feel good. Still, despite his best efforts, he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep his thoughts straight. Part of him was screaming at him that this wasn't normal, but a small, deeply-buried part of Charlie simply couldn't deny the sensations he felt each and every time John's paws drew a little too close to his cock. John pulled the cub out of the shower and wrapped a towel around him. One that was shockingly soft and warm. As the wolf secured it tight around Charlie's naked body, the cub felt a little bit of anxiety leave his body. Just a little. "Sit still," commanded John. He walked over to the bahtroom sink and pulled something from the drawer - a blow dryer. He plugged it in, turned it on, and then pointed the hot air towards Charlie's wet fur. Charlie flinched nervously at the sudden sensation of hot air blowing down his body. When the warmth reached his pelvis and groin, though, Charlie felt a twinge of safety. The heat from the blow dryer felt good, and Charlie leaned against it a little more eagerly, even seeming to revel in the feeling. "Are you going to hurt me again?" the pup whispered. "Yes," the wolf responded curtly. Tears welled up in the boy's eyes immediately, and he sniffled. "Why?" "Let me reiterate," huffed the wolf. "I will hurt you if you keep being uncooperative. I'll make every inch of your body hurt until you stop resisting me, and if that doesn't work, I'll kill you." The words hit hard. Charlie thought about all the things he'd experienced since arriving at John's home. All the pain he knew the wolf could cause to a cub without hesitation. Charlie could almost hear his own screams echo in the empty, cavernous apartment. "Then why are you being nice to me now?" the boy inquired. "That is none of your concern. I'm only cleaning you because I like my slave to be clean before I fuck his brains out." The tone of voice the wolf used seemed so harsh, but Charlie wasn't entirely sure if the wolf meant what he said. Either way, Charlie remained quiet. There didn't seem to be any point in trying to make sense out of anything at the moment, and he was fearful that John might hurt him if he spoke out of turn. When Charlie's fur was finally dry, the wolf pulled the towel off of him and tossed it on the rack. Then, he dragged the boy in front of the mirror. The pup's inner thighs were still damp from the shower. Knowing this, John unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants just enough to let his thick, red cock out of hiding. The sinister wolf stood behind Charlie, and before the cub could react, John slipped his member between the kid's legs. It slid past Charlie's soft inner thighs, and as it passed between them, it pushed the boy's little balls out of the way, where they settled down atop of the wolf's thick shaft. As his captor drew his dick back and forth between Charlie's soft thighs, the boy felt the warmth of John's cock grinding against his balls with each stroke. Each time his master pushed his pelvis forward, the thick red penis poked out visibly between Charlie's legs, a small drop of precum oozing from the tip. A few drops trickled down the boy's inner thigh, smearing against his fur. Charlie whimpered quietly, looking away from his reflection in the mirror. This was...humiliating. He was embrassed to see himself in this position, and it didn't help that his little dick was getting harder with every second, twitching impulsively each time his rapist's thick, red cock passed between his legs. Of course, John wouldn't give him the satisfaction of looking away. The wolf forced him to look, with one hand on Charlie's neck, and the other on the boy's chest, fondling hungrily at the cub's chest. "Wh-why are you doing this?" whined Charlie. His face reddened as he watched John's dick pass between his legs. "Don't question me, Charlie." The wolf thrust his pelvis forward again, and a deep growl of satisfaction rumbled in his throat as he felt the tip of his cock slide against Charlie's soft, damp thighs. By now, they were slick with precum, making it even easier to fuck the tight space between the boy's legs. "A-are you going to put your penis inside me?" whimpered the young puppy. "Not yet. Push your legs closer together." Charlie obeyed, feeling more embarrassed than ever, and still fearful of what his captor might do to him next. John had proven to be quite unpredictable, and the boy worried that he might get raped again before the day was over. For now, though, he focused on doing as John asked. His muscles tensed as he tried to close his inner thighs as tightly as possible. To his surprise, this seemed to excite John, and he thrusted faster. The sound of John's crotch slapping against Charlie's ass became audible almost immediately. The wolf let out a deep, hungry growl, and Charlie was sure that his captor was going to climax soon - that the sticky white stuff would come out his penis. However, that did not happen. Instead, John pulled his dick out from between Charlie's soft thighs and tucked it back into his pants. Before Charlie could protest, he was taken back to the bedroom, collared, and then thrown onto the matress. The cub's heart rate picked up, and his stomach sank as he began to imagine what exactly John was planning to do to him. "Do you want to eat?" inquired John. Charlie gulped. "Y-yes," he stuttered. He was starving. It had been so long since he'd eaten, and his stomach had made frequent attempts to remind him of this. Even now, the boy's belly growled at the mention of food. "Then you need to learn some fucking manners." John unbuttoned his pants again and stepped out of them, baring his thick, muscular canine legs and the thick cock hanging between them. Then he climbed up on the bed and took a seat against the headboard, spreading his legs wide enough that Charlie could see his balls, nestled right underneath his member. "Come here," he commanded. The boy was hesitant, at first, but eventually he complied, slowly crawling towards John and seating himself anxiously on the bed between the wolf's legs. There wasn't much space, really, and Charlie couldn't avoid feeling trapped by the wolf's powerful form, so when John took hold of the back of the cub's neck and roughly guided his lips towards his crotch, the boy couldn't help but let out a tiny, involuntary squeak. It did nothing to prevent John from forcing Charlie's snout deep into his crotch. The cub's eyes widened in utter shock as his nose was pressed firmly against John's balls. The kid expected to hate the smell, but, surprisingly, John smelled as though he had showered that very morning. Despite this, no soap on the market could ever conceal John's natural musk. The boy could smell it each time he breathed in, and as the savory heat of carnal arousal filled his nose, Charlie began to feel...funny. He didn't know what he was thinking or why it was happening to him. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been fed recently, and he was desperate for some sort of nourishment, or maybe it had something to do with recognizing the distinctive scent of a fellow canine. Either way, some sick, confused part of him was actually enjoying the smell wafting from John's crotch, and even the way the wolf's balls felt against his nose. "Open your mouth. Use your tongue, Charlie." Though startled by the sudden command, Charlie did as he was told, closing his mouth briefly and then opening it wide, sticking out his tongue, and licking all around John's balls. Each time Charlie lapped at one of the wolf's tender orbs, he heard a pleasured growl emanate from his captor's chest. He was relieved to see that, at the very least, he was doing it correctly, and he wouldn't be punished. So, he continued, lapping desperately at his rapist's scrotum in an effort to appease him. "Enough," barked the sinister wolf. With a malicious grin, John grabbed Charlie by the hair and pulled his head upwards, just enough to force the cub's face against the shaft of his cock. "Tongue. Now." The boy's face was coated with sweat, and he knew that John could feel the heat emanating from his cheeks as he used his tongue. The boy eventually decided to reposition himself, laying down on his stomach between John's legs so he could press his face right up against the wolf's member. "T-this is gross," Charlie stammered, trying once again to make it seem like he wasn't enjoying this. "I'm going to throw up." "Do you want me to snap your neck?" Charlie shuddered involuntarily and shook his head frantically. "Good," replied John. "Keep sucking. Suck harder." "This isn't fair," complained Charlie. Regardless, he kept licking, and his nose sniffed curiously at the wolf's equipment with each stroke of his tongue. "You like the smell, don't you, kiddo?" chided John. "No." "I think you're lying. Not only to me, but also to yourself." "No!" whined the boy. He pulled away from John's cock and shook his head. "It smells gross!" "Did I say you could stop?" growled John. "Get your face back between my legs immediately." "Nnngh..." Charlie grunted as he pushed his snout back into his rapist's crotch and continued to lap away. "This is so gross..." "You're going to be doing this a lot. You had better get used to it soon, Charlie." Charlie's face reddened just a tinge. "Or else..." John paused. He chuckled, knowing that, at this point, he didn't even need to make any direct threats to make Charlie quiver with fear. "Yes sir," whimpered the young cub. "Yes, master." "Good boy..." John's cock dripped precum onto the floor as the wolf made his way into the dark kitchen. The fridge cast a blaring light across the room as he opened it to take a look inside. John had decided earlier to give Charlie a break from worshipping his cock. Now, the young cub was waiting in the bedroom for his first meal in almost 48 hours, and it fell upon John to prepare it for him. This was not a difficult task - all the boy requested was two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a bag of chips. Precum dripped onto the kitchen floor as John prepared those sandwiches. The wolf hadn't even cum yet, but he intended to do so by the end of the night. There was only one correct place for it all to go, after all. The wolf returned with a plate. There were two sandwiches stacked on the plate - white bread, smeared with peanut butter and jelly, just as Charlie asked. "Here," huffed John. "Eat all you want." Charlie sniffled. "Really?" "Yes," barked the wolf. "Go on." The young cub took the sandwiches, and John took note of how quickly he devoured each bite. Had he known Charlie was so hungry, perhaps he would have fed him sooner. He stroked his cock absent-mindedly as he watched the cub eat. Charlie took notice of what the wolf was doing, and it made it somewhat difficult to eat. Every time he looked at his rapist's twitching cock, he remembered how much it hurt when it was forced inside him for the first time. It scared him, and he wasn't comfortable being anywhere near it when it dripped that sticky, clear fluid all over the sheets. Still, he was too hungry to let it stop him from finishing his meal. He swallowed down each bite and finished it all without leaving so much as a single crumb on the plate. "Well done," said John. "Get on your back, and spread your legs." "B-but I just ate..." "Now," barked the wolf. Tears bubbled up in the little cub's eyes as he did as instructed. He wasn't sure what would happen next, but whatever it was, he had no control over the situation, and that frightened him to his core. He couldn't escape - not with the collar around his neck - so he simply laid back and pulled his legs apart. He felt his anus open up slightly as he did so. Charlie hoped that maybe he could close his eyes and everything would go away. But, he knew that was unrealistic. He would feel every second of this. The cub let out a high-pitched squeal as he felt something touch his hole - a wet, slippery fluid. It was a bit cold, but as John smeared it against the tender opening, the fluid began to warm up. "W-what is that?" he whimpered. His voice wavered, terrified. "It's lube," answered the wolf. "It will make things easier." "I-i don't understand..." "Shut up and spread your legs, boy." Charlie looked up at the wolf with wide eyes, confused and afraid as his rapist grabbed him by his shaky little legs. He could feel the tip of John's penis press against his opening, and the boy's breath hitched. He was trying not to hyperventilate. "P-please be gentle," the boy begged. "Please!" "I will do whatever the fuck I want," answered John. "I could spit in your mouth if I wanted to." "Th-that's so gross..." "Then stop complaining, or I'll do that to you...or worse." Charlie's eyes shot open as he felt an enormous pressure against his hole, and then his jaw dropped open as he felt the resistance of his butt give way. It hurt so much. Even with the lube smeared all along the crack of Charle's ass, the boy's body simply wasn't used to the sensation. He groaned and yelped repeatedly as the thick shaft pushed through his rectum inch by inch. It was all he could do not to scream. But, as John withdrew his cock from the slick hole, dragging it out only to push it back inside, Charlie began to feel...funny. The pain subsided. In its place was a growing warmth that made his crotch tingle. As the wolf thrust into his tight, virgin asshole again and again, the sensation intensified. Charlie didn't understand what was happening, but as long as it didn't hurt anymore, he didn't care. "Mmm. You're getting used to this already," remarked John. Charlie looked up at the wolf, struggling to make out his rapist's shadowy features through his own tears. It didn't help that John was inside of him, pushing his way deep into the boy's tight little rectum again and again. While the sensation wasn't painful, it was certainly a lot, and the cub was scared out of his mind. He could see John looming over him, growling hungrily and grunting with each thrust. He tried to speak, but no words came out; just gasps and whimpers. He couldn't form any words that made sense - not with John's cock pressed tight against his prostate. As John started pounding harder into the young boy's anal passage, Charlie suddenly noticed another sensation. His little dick was getting hard. His balls were drawn tightly up, straining for release, and his erection had become more pronounced than it was earlier. The boy breathed a miserable sigh. Why? Why did this keep happening? Surely John hadn't been right all along! And yet, Charlie found himself inching closer to climax anyway, his hips starting to buck wildly as his rapist's thick dick brought him closer and closer to the edge. It seemed as though he had lost control of his own body, and Charlie didn't understand why. How was he supposed to escape this wolf if he didn't even have the strength to fight off his orgasm? Charlie realized, as he heard the panting in front of him grow louder, that John was close. A few stray strands of long, messy fur fell around the wolf's face as he held onto the cub's legs. The aching sensation in the cub's ass was getting more intense, but that was nothing compared to the feeling that rocked his spine when the wolf's thick, bulbous knot finally popped inside of him. "Ohhhhhh!" moaned Charlie, clutching the sheets in a desperate attempt to control himself. His whole body tensed up as he registered the pounding, throbbing intensity inside of him, and then he watched, dumbfounded, as his hips pushed upward on their own, and a thick shot of hot, sticky cum burst from the tip of his underage cock and landed on his chest. With each spasm, Charlie's asshole clamped tighter around the knot stuck in his rectum, and after doing this enough times, he heard a furious growl rumble from the depths of John's throat. "F-fuck, I'm fucking cumming...Fuck!" Thick, sticky cum poured out into the depths of Charlie's body, and the cub's ass was so numb that he could barely feel it inside of him. But, he felt it nonetheless. A sick and twisted warmth. The sensation was comforting, and he wished it wasn't. In the wake of his second orgasm, Charlie was ashamed of himself. His tail hung low. In the end, John had proven his point. The wolf had been right all along.