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Things went way differently in this version
“Yes, I know,” the wolf responded, walking into the kitchen. “No, take your time. Give me a sec.” Adjusting the phone between his shoulder and cheekbone, the lupine moved his right hand to hold better the kitten under his left arm. The adult looked down at the young feline. The little one extended his arms forward as if he was flying like a superhero. A bit amused by the kitten’s gesticulations, the wolf smiled faintly.
Allen was tall young adult gray wolf. His auburn eyes contrasted with his predominantly creamy gray fur. On the back of his head, his fur was of a slightly darker shade, turning even darker as it ran down his back and shoulders. The most intense fur color came from his grayish brown ears and a line running from the top of his black nose to the bridge of his snout. Before accepting to take care of the young cat, he had no plans for the afternoon, or at least, no plans that required him to wear something else than home clothes. He was wearing a black shirt with the logo of a metal band on the chest, slightly deformed by his bulging pecs. His muscular biceps and well-toned calves matched his ripped chest. Under his plain clothes and sandals, he was quite the fine specimen.
The wolf continued his phone call. “Chinese’s good, Cecile, but I’m running out of battery. Message me if you-” in his careless walking to the counter, he failed to dodge a chair, hitting his small toe against its leg, The lupine groaned to the sudden ache. “Augh! Son of a-” He took a deep breath, trying to not curse in front of the kid. He hurried to sit the young feline on the counter before sitting himself on the same chair he accidentally hit. “No, Cecile. I didn’t say that to you,” He attended his phone, “No, I didn’t say that to Cale either. He’s a good boy.”
Cale was a young Siamese cat, close but still too young to start elementary school. His fur was predominantly of a pale tone, being his face, ears, tail, feet and ‘gloves’ of a dark brown shade. Just like his mother’s, his pearly blue eyes looked even lighter framed by the large spot that covered from his forehead to his chin. He was wearing a loose shirt, jeans and sneakers. Sitting on the counter, little Cale looked at the wolf pulling his right foot out his sandal to massage his sore toe, keeping up his phone call with the other hand.
“And yes, I’ll watch my language. Sorry about that.” Leaning towards the kitten, the lupine put the phone closer to the young’s ear. “Say good bye to mommy.”
Cale did as told and said enthusiastically, “See you later, mommy!”
The wolf ended the call and put his phone on the counter. When he looked back at the kitten, he saw him covering his maw with both hands. “What?” the lupine asked.
The kitten giggled. “Allen, you got in troubles with my mom!”
“Almost, but I didn’t.” The adult stood up and helped the kitten to get down the counter. Once on the floor, the little one rushed to the living room.
Allen followed the young Siamese to the living room. There, the boy jumped on the three seated couch, picked the remote control from the table and turned on the TV. Walking right behind him, the wolf rested his crossed arms on the sofa’s backrest and watched the boy zapping through the channels until he found what he was looking for, the action movie of the afternoon. Once the kitten looked engaged enough into the movie, the wolf stood straight and walked towards his bedroom. “I’m charging my phone. Stay right there for one minute.”
“Got it!” the boy looked back to the adult for a split second, before turning his head to the kitchen.
After finding his charger inside his nightstand’s drawer and plugging it, Allen gave two taps on his pocket and noticed his phone was missing. Following to the initial split-second panic, the wolf recalled he left it somewhere in the kitchen. The lupine walked back into the living room just to find the empty couch. “Shit!” The adult hurried to the kitchen and encountered the young Siamese standing on a chair, dangerously leaning over the counter in an attempt to reach Allen’s phone. “Hey, get off there!” In two strides the adult reached the boy’s shirt’s collar, just on time for the chair to fall to the side. “Are you out of your mind? I told you to-” The worried adult looked at the young’s wide-open eyes, surprised by his tone and body language. Allen took a deep breath and put the kitten on the floor. “Don’t climb on chairs again. I’ll spank you.”
The intimidated boy nodded and looked down to the chair.
The big guy put it back in place and took the boy to the living room, sitting him before the TV once more. As soon as he retrieved his phone and locked the kitchen’s door, the lupine put his phone to charge. Allen returned to the couch and sat down next to the kid. The young adult tried to watch the movie with him, but he still needed some time for himself after the chair thing.
There was an old lady on the TV, delivering a punchline the kitten didn’t get. Cale was about to ask Allen about it when the adult stood up. “Watch the movie,” he said calmly.
The large wolf walked to the hallway and stepped into his gym at home. He closed the door with the back of his sandal as his right hand reached the back of his shirt’s collar. He stripped topless and folded his shirt. As he dropped the piece of clothing on the floor, he reached down his shorts’ button and undid it. In one move, he pulled down his shorts, getting only in jockstrap.
The thought of Cale walking in and seeing him naked crossed the wolf’s mind, but it was nothing he couldn’t explain as simply his workout habits.
The lupine started his routine with some neck and shoulders stretching. His back and hips were next. Once he was ready, he hopped on the treadmill and started doing some light cardio. The wolf recalled the few times he tried to fast walk in the nudes, it was kind of stimulating for the rod, but the hangers didn’t appreciate it the same way.
Ready to hit the barbell, the large wolf sat on the bench and got in position. He held the bar with both hands, put his chest out, pressed his shoulder blades together, and brought the barbell down. Going up and down, the barbell appeared and disappeared from the wolf’s view. Some people meditated, some people solved puzzles, Allen cleared his mind exercising. It could sound shallow, but when he was on the bench, there was only him and his body. The wolf was on his third set when the door creaked open in a swift move. “The only door that lacks a keyhole…” the wolf said in low voice.
Stepping in, the young cat caught him of guard walking completely naked. “I want to work out, too,” he said leaving the door open.
“The movie got boring? Uh- H-Hey! Why are you naked?!” shouted the surprised adult.
“Why are YOU naked?” asked the younger male putting his hands on his hips in a mock scolding gesture. His clothes normally didn’t let it show, but there was a light chocolate fur patch that ran from the kitten’s chest to his privates.
The adult put the barbell on the catches and sat up. “I work out naked.” By looking at the scene, with clothes carefully put down in the hallway, it seemed that the boy had been spying on him from the door, and decided to copy him.
“Well, so do I.” In his attempt to imitate Allen, Cale tried to pick up a dumbbell.
“Drop it!” ordered the adult as soon as he saw the kitten about to get himself hurt.
Shook by the adult’s shouting, the young tried to follow, but only managed to drop it dangerously close to his little toes.
“But not like that!” Panicked, the big guy stood up in a jump and grabbed the little cat by the armpits. He checked his little toes, looking for any wound, but only got a faint laughter from the ticklish kitten. Allen let out an exasperated sigh on his way back to the bench. Cale was just a child, so Allen shouldn’t leave him unattended for too long. “Okay, kid. Wanna workout with me? Help me count my reps., Okay?”
“Uh, okay!” The kitten responded, looking back at the dumbbell for a second before redirecting his attention to the bench.
The hunk sat him in front of himself, being both males face to face before the lupine leaned on his back and got in position to grab the barbell. “Alright, boy. Count with me.” Allen let the bar down, and looked at the little male. “Ready?”
The big guy moved his muscular arms up, letting the kitten to see how his chest muscles tensed and relaxed on the way up and down. “One,” said the wolf, followed by the feline. The little cat didn’t notice before, but Allen was built like one of those guys from movies.
“Two,” both males said in unison. The manly wolf was pretty big and strong, and looked like he could do the same kind of stunts they did on TV.
“Three.” Following the lines of Allen’s abs as they tensed, the kitten’s eyes moved south to the spot where the big guy’s muscles seemingly converged. His attention was caught by two not so notorious muscles at the bottom of the older male’s body.
“Four,” said the wolf. The young followed almost in a slurred speech, focusing more of the indistinct tensing of the adult’s balls with each rep.
“Five.” From his point of view, the adult couldn’t clearly see the kitten’s movements; plus, he had to focus on the barbell, so he couldn’t guess what the little one was about to do.
Thinking about the movie from earlier, the young male always wondered why big sturdy guys always dropped like a sack of bricks when hit down there. He wanted to know if Allen was the same. However, if a little boy like his wanted to hit him for real, he would need to do it full force.
“Seven. You stopped co- Ohht!” The wolf looked down just on time to see the little cat dropping his fist like an axe on his unprotected genitals. The punch landed hard and deep into his right gonad, deforming it like a donut. For a slit second, he didn’t even notice he was hit, but quickly, the beefy male felt a throbbing ache climbing up his abdomen as his sight blurred and his limbs weakened. “Shit!” The wolf almost dropped the barbell at his throat level. If it wasn’t for the safety ones, he couldn’t have been able to push the bar up and place it back on the bar catches. Between the punch to his balls and the moment the barbell touched the catches, it wasn’t more than twelve seconds, but sure those were the longest twelve seconds of Allen life, they probably took one or two years with them.
Amused by the big guy’s exaggerated gesticulations, with messy struggling and even some kicks to the air, the kitten thought he could joke a bit more. “Hey, language!” scolded the little one drawing his fist away from the adult’s loins. Little did Cale know that it wasn’t Allen the one in troubles.
The large adult sat and leered him down. Being so close to those fiery-tint eyes made the little Siamese intuit that he messed-up big. The kitten gulped in increasing panic as the wolf picked him up over his shoulder and stood up. Allen grabbed one of Cale’s socks from the floor and put the young feline face down on the bench. He pressed his knee on the young’s lower back and tied down his thin wrists. Once he was sure the kitten’s hands wouldn’t slip, he let himself drop on the bench, placing the boy on his lap.
“Hey! Hey! Sorry!” protested the young as the wolf manhandled him and sat him on his thigh face-up. The big lupine firmly scruffed him with the left hand and helped himself with the right one to lock his little feet between his right thigh and calf. Cale tried and failed to squirm off the adult’s steady grip.
Without a word, the wolf raised his muscular right arm, keeping his palm open. Cale knew Allen threatened him with spanking short ago, but he imagined he meant in the butt. But now, as the adult fixated his eyes on the young’s little spheres at the bottom of his abdominal spot, the little guy could only watch in terror. Even knowing his hands were tied behind his back, he tried to move them by reflex, desperately trying to protect his most vulnerable spot from what seemed to be a really bad time. The big wolf’s palm dropped like a hammer against an anvil, compacting the Siamese’s balls flat against his pelvis. A pained snarl escaped the young’s throat as the hit ran up his nervous system to his brains and back to his balls. The poor little thing jerked and twisted in a mixture of ache and panic as waves of pulsating ache weakened him with each passing second.
“Okay, okay. Mr. Allen I’m sorry!” Pleaded Cale as the wolf’s firm palm raised a second time. His watery eyes shut in anticipation, not wanting to see what was coming.
After a loud clap the kitten’s entire body jolted in shock. Compared to the first smack, the pain wasn’t as bad as he imagined it would. It was worse. To him, it felt as if a second quantity of pain was added to the ache he felt during the first blow. The poor thing tried to protest and his body twisted by reflex, trying to break free, but all escaped his maw was a weak mewl.
Tears started rolling down the kitten’s cheeks. Breathing heavily, he could only give short trembling gasps each time he tried to beg for forgiveness.
The adult’s hand reached down a third time, but this time he didn’t intend to spank him. Allen carefully rolled the twin spheres between his thumb and index finger, looking for any damage in their shape.
Normally, the examination shouldn’t had caused discomfort to the kitten’s testis, but the pain from the smacks was so fresh that he could only moan in agony as he felt his little nuts as if they were getting tugged and squeezed.
Once the big wolf was sure he didn’t cause any harm to the organs, the adult looked at the kitten to the eye. “I’m going to make sure you don’t try something so stupid dangerous ever again.”
Terrified, the kitten tried to shake free once more; but if he failed the first time, breathless and weakened by the pain, his new escape attempt only looked like a weak dissent.
Without any warning, a third slap landed firm on the kitten’s privates. It wasn’t as hard as the first two, but it didn’t feel different to the already aching young, that let out another moan as the pain from short ago returned as bad as he imagined. “S- Sowhy!” he tried to apologize. He would do anything that could get him out the torture he was facing, but the adult didn’t listen to him.
A fourth, a fifth, and a sixth hit landed in methodical succession, followed by the corresponding moaning and yelping. The kitten tried to escape each time, but the adult’s grip simply wouldn’t give in. All the little guy could do was so stay still and let the wolf to keep going until he decided it was enough.
The young Siamese’s teeth clenched as the seventh smack flattened his little nuggets. With his eyes shut, he could only taste the agony that ran from his loins up to his stomach and mouth. The poor thing was so exhausted, ready to fall into unconsciousness, that he didn’t notice the eighth clap connected on his loins until it shook him wide awake. A silent moan escaped his maw as his eyes rolled up as if he was trying to see inside his skull.
That was the signal for the wolf to finish. After two more smacks that brought back the poor little thing back into reality, the big guy laid him on the floor and untied his wrists.
Twenty minutes later, at the living room’s couch, both males watched TV. The adult was dressed again, but the young Siamese remained nude, sitting on a towel on the couch. Allen held a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a handkerchief, gently pressed against the little guy’s crotch. Most the soreness in his loins already faded, but if he tried to make an abrupt move, a sharp ache would cross his lower belly. Under his circumstances, the kitten could only sit down and enjoy the cartoons.
The adrenaline rush faded away long ago, and the wolf was worried about the young’s future capability to have children. The adult hoped that the cold rinser massage from short ago helped the boy’s hurt balls.
“Are you mad at me?” asked the adult, moving his eyes from the TV to the young male.
The seemingly quiet cat looked back at the wolf and let out an upset, “Yep.”
The wolf patted the cat’s head, “Well, you almost beheaded me with the barbell, so we’re even.” Allen still felt he didn’t handle the situation so well, but the boy didn’t need to know that if that kept him from committing suicide by accident one day.
“I guess.” The cat returned his eyes to the screen.
Both males remained in an awkward silence for a bit longer.
“You like the ‘White Clover, Black Dragon’ movies, right?” In part recognizing to himself he went overboard with the discipline, in part to buy the boy’s silence, Allen decided to take Cale shopping some kids’ movies the next day.