“Now, once again from the top. What is your name?” The wolf cub looked up and smiled, sweetly. “I don't have a name, papa. I'm just a useless fuck toy for your death-cock.” Maxim sighed and rubbed his temples, gently, not wanting to show his frustration with the smiling cub in front of him. It had been two weeks since he had “adopted” the young cub from Muramune and took him home, and he had been growing increasingly annoyed by how one-track-minded the wolf was. The cub – which he had nicknamed “Dunscell” due to his stubborn insistence on his uselessness – had originally grown up in a house that treated him just as he said; a useless fuck toy for anyone willing to snuff him. Having had the cub on the end of his “death-cock” before, Maxim had no qualms with using the cub like he wanted him to, but between sessions, he had also been trying to teach the kid how to live like a normal Horizan. It was hard; having lived in a life of abuse and sex, it was all he knew, and it was growing more and more difficult to break him from the mentality he had grown up with, but Maxim was determined to do so, no matter what. “No, your name is Dunscell, and you're my adopted son. I do love snuffing you, but you don't have to live only for that, you got it?” The wolf cub just smiled and hugged his new “papa”, purring happily. “Fuck toys don't need names, papa. They don't need love. They just need to be humped and snuffed. Can you snuff me now, papa?” Maxim frowned and sighed, growing weary of fighting the young cub. He had been going at it for weeks without success, and each time it wound up the same way: with him ultimately giving up and giving in to the requests of the cub. And, to his chagrin, he realized this time would be no different. Shrugging sheepishly, he undid his pants and whipped his genitals out, allowing the cub to grope and fondle them gleefully. The wolf, in turn,