Stripped Inhibitions

Philip took one last look over his shoulder, feeling the subtle thrill that he'd gotten used to creeping up his spine as he set his laptop onto his lap, settling onto the couch before opening it up and clicking it on. For a moment, the grey wolf could see his reflection in the dark screen, his shirtless state giving him a look at his chubby belly and thick shoulders before it was quickly replaced by the blindingly bright login screen. Already panting lightly, the man typed in his password, tapping his fingers against the laptop impatiently as he watched the loading icon spinning in circles for what felt like an eternity, his other hand resting on his boxers, his thumb and index finger squeezing the tip poking out of his sheath. As soon as the computer had finally booted up, Phil clicked into the files, opening up a password-protected folder buried in a seemingly innocent section of mundane documents and notes. The folder opened up with a list of a few dozen videos, each labelled with a random string of characters and numbers from being exported directly from the wolf's camera, the dates on the videos stretching out to over a decade ago, the latest one marked a few months back. Shoving a hand into his underwear and pulling back his sheath to let his rapidly growing shaft flop free, the canine scrolled up and down the list for a few seconds, finally clicking on one and huffing as the video player opened up, the thumbnail showing his knotted cock hovering over a tiny colt barely older than his son, the little horse's ass pointed towards the camera. Pressing play, Philip's fingers squeezed behind his knot and his chest puffed up as the sound of a little boy's screams mixed with the moans of his younger self, precum running down his shaft as he pumped his dick. The man timed his hand to the thrusts he was giving the cub on the video, trying to remember how the colt's tailhole twitched around his member and how the boy's sweat smelled as he took the young equine's virginity in his van. Just as Philip was nearing orgasm, the front door lock clicked, opening up right as he slammed the laptop closed, yanking his boxers up over his cock and shoving the computer down in front of the erection moments before his son walked in. The six year old boy didn't notice anything odd about his sweaty and half naked father as he smiled and waved, still dressed in his sports gear from practice, 
"Hey dad!"
"H… hey Sam! Soccer practice go well?" 
"Mhm!" 
The little pup nodded absentmindedly as he dropped off his school bag and walked upstairs, leaving the man panting on the sofa. 

Watching Sam disappear upstairs, Philip debated whether to try to continue his session or hold off until he'd have some more privacy, not wanting another close shave while simultaneously finding it near impossible to keep his hands off of his quivering girth, his knot calling out for some relief. It had been a while since the man had bagged his last cub, with all sorts of hurries and worries keeping him from going out on the prowl and finding himself a new victim. This had left him more than a little pent up, his needs getting worse with every passing day, masturbation only helping relieve the pressure for an hour or two before it'd return just as bad as it had been. Phil sighed and sat up, tucking the laptop under his arm as he headed upstairs, thinking he could at least finish up in the safety of his own room. Walking past his son's room on the way, the man noticed the door left slightly ajar, unable to help himself as he quietly peeked inside, seeing the cub winding down after a hard day of soccer practice. Sam pulled off his t-shirt and kicked off his shorts, revealing a grey jockstrap underneath as he hummed and giggled, dancing around nearly nude, crawling on all fours and sticking his butt up while reaching underneath his bed to fish for one of his socks that he'd accidentally flung off, unaware of the audience he'd gained. Phil stared at his son's backside, the two soft cheeks just barely hiding the cub's pucker, the sweaty jockstrap almost giving away the little sheath and balls it was cupping, his hand moving back down into his underwear as he continued watching. The man had obviously thought about taking advantage of the little pup many times in the past, but he'd always managed to push those thoughts away, unwilling to hurt his own family. This time however the temptation was far greater than anything he'd faced before, requiring every ounce of his will to walk away into his room rather than barging in and pinning the boy down against the floor, his aching knot pulsing in his hand as he slipped into hiding. Leaning against the wall and listening to Sam's innocent laughter, Phil pumped his cock with both hands, squeezing his knot with one while stroking his shaft with the other, trembling as he held back any sounds, pressing his ear against the door and hearing the cub's claws clicking on the floor as the puppy waddled into the shower. 

As soon as the gasping grey wolf heard the shower turning on, he snuck out of his bedroom and into the cub's, hoping that he could work off enough of his lust to not do anything rash. Stepping inside and closing the door behind him, his cock hanging out of his boxers, Philip could already pick up the scent of his son's musk in the air, the boy's training clothes strewn all around the floor. Following his nose, he quickly spotted the discarded jockstrap left lying on Sam's bed, picking it up and letting it dangle from a finger as his girth throbbed. The man stuffed the musky underwear right against his muzzle, still damp from sweat, taking a deep sniff of it as he shuddered from head to toe, almost blowing his load on the spot. Standing at the foot of Sam's bed, jerking off while huffing the kid's dirty undies and listening to him showering just down the hallway, some vivid memories began rushing into Phil's mind. Though the father had tried to keep his hands off of his son in recent years, he did play around with the cub fairly often when Sam was still young enough to not remember anything, and while his wife was still with them both. He'd usually have a chance to enjoy his perverted pleasures during bathtime, letting the toddler squirm around on his lap while he'd hump and grind his knot between the pup's soft cheeks, licking and kissing the sweaty cub all over right before getting into the bath. By the end of the man's special games, Sam would usually be covered in sticky strands, really requiring the bath no matter how clean he was before it. Philip stopped molesting the little wolf after his son had gotten old enough for it to be risky, trying to focus more on other kids and forget about those special baths, but the sweaty jockstrap brought it all back to him in a single orgasmic rush. Grunting into the underwear and thrusting against his fist, Phil shot his seed all over the boy's bed, splattering the bedsheets with cum as he gasped, every breath filling his head with the puppy's musk. Hearing the shower shutting off, he tried to quickly pull his boxers back up, letting the remaining half of his sperm drip down one of the legs of his underwear as he dropped the jockstrap back onto the bed, right alongside the mess he'd made as he walked out, heading back into his room to pant in peace. Doubling over and gasping for air as soon as he shoved the door closed, the man grit his teeth through the rest of his orgasm, praying that his son wouldn't think about the sticky puddle he'd left behind too much. 

A few days after his little sneaking mission into Sam's bedroom, Philip awoke to an all too familiar sight of a large lump poking up against his blanket, groaning as he reached under his covers to grope at his morning wood, his crotch and thighs slightly sticky from the cum that he couldn't be bothered to clean up last night, a strong masculine musk filling the room the moment he lifted up the blanket. With the mixture of sweat and cum making him salivate, the large canine closed his eyes and thought back to Sam's flank in a jockstrap, imagining the cub wriggling the rump back and forth right in front of his face, pleading for him to rip the underwear off and knot that tight hole. In an effort to get at least some peace of mind, the wolf had had to resort to multiple sessions of manually milking his balls dry every single day, his days starting and ending with him kneading his knot while thinking back to the sweaty jockstrap, with one or two additional visits to the bathroom slotted in between whenever necessary. The canine couldn't even wear underwear to bed any longer, as the midnight erections tended to wake him up due to the tightness. Philip had hoped to rid himself of his lust by letting himself get just a taste of his son, but the act had backfired and kicked his horniness into overdrive, leaving him constantly battling his base desires every single time his focus slipped even slightly. The grey wolf had made liberal use of his personal collection of films to speed up the masturbation sessions, but he was unable to even think about the videos while in the zone, only the memory of the little pup's body and musk getting him over the edge. But even said memories were starting to lose their luster, with him needing to work harder and harder just to stave off his lust for a few hours. He knew that he couldn't just rely on his memories and fantasies for too much longer, and he could sense that another panty raid on his son's dirty laundry wouldn't be of much use either, at least not in the long term, he needed to do something much more drastic, something that he'd already spent over six years trying not to even think about. 

With the hopes of taming his morning wood with his hands alone slipping through his fingers, Philip sighed and glanced towards the lone old cabinet tucked into the corner of his room, separate from the neat row closets that housed his clothes on the other side, his nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing as he took on a near feral look, feeling all of his hesitations and reservations getting stripped away by the storm of animalistic lust raging deep in him. The wolf hopped out of his bed, grabbing a small weathered key taped on the bottom of his nightstand and shoving it into the lock on the cabinet, opening it with a huff as the scent of leather brought back some more old memories. Hanging in the closet were rows of different fetish costumes and outfits, most of them nothing except black leather and steel, some still sporting some suspicious white stains from his previous hunts. Below the outfits were a few boxes of tapes, cameras, and other miscellaneous toys to help him capture and play with whatever prey he might've chosen, though this time around he didn't need to do much prep work or chasing to hunt his quarry. Phil grabbed one of the hangers, moaning quietly at the feel of the cool leather against his bare fur as he put on the outfit, strapping everything on tight before peeking at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a leather vest and a pair of crotchless chaps, slight squeaks coming from the stiff material as he ran a hand down his belly and to his rock hard shaft, eager to get the leather warmed up again. Dipping back into the cabinet, he grabbed a length of rope as well before closing it up, glancing at the rising sun before stepping out of his room, heading directly towards his son's bed. Stirred from his slumber by the sound of his bedroom door creaking open, Sam rubbed his eyes and lifted his head up from his comfy pillow, squinting at the male standing at his doorway, the leather-clad figure slowly coming into focus as he muttered in confusion, 
"... dad?" 
Not saying a word, the wolf grinned and tossed the length of rope down onto the bed, closing and locking the door behind him. 

Slowly pulling his blanket over his face, Sam stared nervously at his father, the man who'd usually bring him comfort having transformed into a malevolent being that he barely even recognised, the desperate leer and the fanged smile making him tremble, the rock hard girth only worsening his worries even though he didn't exactly understand why. Philip spoke in a calm yet commanding tone, his voice letting on that there was something bubbling just beneath the surface, waiting to burst out, 
"Get out of the bed." 
Thinking it wise not to disobey, Sam slipped out, his hands trying to hide the pair of briefs he slept in as he stood in front of his dad, 
"On the floor, on your hands and knees~" 
Sam got down in front of the man, staring up at the imposing figure as the wolf's cock towered over him, flinching gently as a few beads of precum dripped down and marked his forehead. Phil stuck a foot right against his snout, mashing the paw and rubbing it on his nose as the potent stench of sweat made him cough, 
"Massage it."
Trying to hold his breath as much as he could, Sam grabbed onto the foot with both hands, his thumbs pressing into the underside of it, kneading at the soft and moist pawpad all the while his father's toes curled up and squeezed at his nose, the leak from the adult's tip getting worse as he continued his massage. After a few minutes of moaning and puffing coming from Philip, the older canine parted his lips again, 
"Lick it~!" 
Sam debated the command for a second, already near-gagging from the stink, but another poke from the foot made him relent, his muzzle inching open while his eyes teared up from the combination of the stinging musk and fear. Carefully pressing his tongue against the chubby wolf's pawpad, the boy immediately wanted to stop but managed to push through his panic, a few tears forming at his eyes as he swabbed his tongue over the entire surface of the foot, the acrid taste of sweat causing drool to run down his chin while he gagged. Carefully edging himself over the cub, Phil shoved his paw against the kid's face, getting Sam's tongue in between his toes as he grinned in delight, making sure the boy's lips touched every toe. 

Sam did his best to endure both the reek and the taste of his dad's sweaty feet, but he could only take so much musk before his body forced him to struggle, quickly pulling his face away from the paw and jumping up to his feet. Philip reacted quickly to his son's attempts at making a dash towards the bedroom door, lunging forwards and wrapping his arms around the cub's belly, lifting the little pup completely off the ground and tossing Sam onto the bed with a dominant growl. Bouncing up and down on his springy mattress before coming to a stop, the kid let out a scared whimper and curled up into a ball, pressing his knees against his chest and covering his head with his arms as he screamed out through his tears, 
"I don't wanna do this anymore daddy! I wanna stop!" 
Phil only chuckled at the puppy's whimpered, his tail sticking up, as did his cock as he hovered over the tasty morsel in front of him, 
"Don't you worry. After I'm done with you, you're never gonna want it to stop~" 
The wolf descended down onto Sam, shoving the pup onto his back and pinning his hands and legs against the bed, moaning as he screamed and thrashed around in a panic, trying to squirm free of his father's hold. Philip licked his lips and ran a hand down the cub's chest, letting the boy's belly tickle his tip as he enjoyed the feel of the plush fur, 
"Just as soft as when you were still a little toddler~" 
He pushed his hand into the kid's underwear, sliding his fingers along the band for a moment before yanking as hard as he could, ripping the briefs into shreds and casting the ruined pair aside while his son let out scared whines, the sobbing only keeping him hard. The man slid forwards slightly, straddling Sam's belly and letting his legs kick around, shoving a hand underneath his tail and feeling around until finding his pucker, a glob of saliva landing onto his ass cheeks, 
"I really had to try hard not to pound your tight little hole while you were still in diapers, you ought to be more grateful about that~" 
The wolf pup grit his teeth and wriggled uncomfortably, trying to keep his asshole away from the probing fingers, managing to slight stem the cascade of tears until the man's digit forced its way inside of him, lubed only by a paltry amount of spit. Shrieking and squirming around twice as hard as before, Sam's feet slammed against his bed as he screamed out for his dad, refusing to believe that the male sitting on top of him was actually the loving father he knew. 

Burying his finger up to the knuckle, Philip let out a pleasured sigh as his son struggled underneath him, the snug hole clenching around the entirety of his digit. Poking another finger up to the puppy's entrance, he had to fight hard to stretch open the boy's tailhole before it finally loosened just enough for the second finger to enter, his girth spraying Sam's face and chest with copious amounts of precum while the kid squealed and kicked, every flail letting him get another inch deeper,
"I'm gonna have my entire fist in your asshole soon enough, just gotta stretch you a li'l bit more before that. But for today, just my knot is gonna have to make due~" 
Spreading his fingers and forcing the young wolf's pucker open as wide as he could, Philip gave the howling pup a few good thrusts before pulling his hand out from Sam's rear, wiping the leftover spit on the kid's thigh as he focused his attention on another hole entirely. With his dad's cock hovering over him, the boy had already gotten a good whiff of the man's heavy musk, a whole night's worth of sweat and cum staining Phil's sheath and ballsack. He was about to get even more acquainted with his father's brand of fragrance however, as the chubby wolf grabbed him by the hair and hunched over his face, forcing his muzzle right into the damp taint. Philip moaned lightly as he wiped his sweaty crack and taint on his son's nose, shifting around slightly until his balls were resting right on the cub's lips, forcing Sam to either keep his maw clamped tightly shut or to let in the musky orbs rubbing on his face. Desperate for a good tongue bath, the man gave the puppy a light slap on his ass, a sharp yelp opening his muzzle as his dad's sack met his tongue, forcing him to gargle the adult's balls as his whimpers were lost in a sea of panting. Grinding his knot against his son's snout while Sam lapped at his family jewels, precum turning the cub's forehead into a sticky mess, Philip groaned in satisfaction, finally feeling the sort of release that his body had been after ever since the last little boy that he'd molested. He was far from being done however, with the foreplay only making him that much hungrier for the main course that was yet to come. 

Desperate to feel his son's tongue on more than just his sack, Phil lifted his crotch off of Sam's face to reposition himself, leaving the cub stunned and sobbing with sweat clinging to the kid's lips. The man grabbed Sam and swept him up once more, laying down in his spot before setting him down on top, his face shoved between his father's thighs. With the pup resting on his belly, Philip grabbed the back of Sam's head and brought the crying canine's maw to his waiting tip, smirking as his son's mouth immediately opened up as soon as his cock pressed against the kid's lips, his training already starting to sink in. Presented with his father's girth, Sam took in his tip and began suckling, hoping that he'd escape the man's wrath if he played nice, trying to keep his whimpering to a minimum as the hand on his head stroked his hair, constantly nudging and pushing to get his mouth deeper down the shaft, his arms wrapping around the pair of leather-clad legs. The more of the red rocket he swallowed, the more his gag reflex was starting to become an issue once more, though the heavy musk lingering around his dad's sheath wasn't the cause for once, his tongue slapping against Phil's knot as he tried not to choke on the manhood gliding down his throat. Latching onto his son's plump cheeks and pulling the pair apart, Philip stuck his nose right up against the puffy pink ring waiting in between, taking a hit of the young pup's scent straight from the source, trembling rocking through his entire body even if the musk was slightly more subtle than the aftermath of soccer practice. Unable to resist, he nuzzled his tongue between the cheeks, kneading the tailhole for a moment before working it inside. The deeper he punched his tongue, the more Sam would moan against his shaft, causing the cub's throat to vibrate and quiver around his cock, letting the man edge himself by thrusting in and out of both ends of the puppy. Hugging his father's crotch with drool coating the knot bumping against his lips, Sam's cries were an incoherent mess, his thighs squeezing around the bigger wolf's muzzle every time the tongue stretched out his asshole. 

Nearly losing his cool and blowing his load down the boy's throat several times, Philip just barely managed to hold on as he continued rimming his son for as long as he could, eventually pulling Sam's muzzle off of his cock and his own maw out from the kid's ass. Momentarily relieved, Sam couldn't celebrate for very long, his father getting right back into manhandling him, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and shoving him face first against the bed, laying down on top of him to keep him down while grabbing the rope. Listening to the cub's pleading, Phil tied his arms to the bed frame, leaving barely any slack in the harsh rope as he was strung up, his legs getting grabbed next. Another loop of the rope was tied around his ankles, binding his legs together to stop him from trying to do much more than wriggle in place, his father's quick yet strong knots showing that the man was very experienced with tying up little kids attempting to get away. With his son perfectly trussed up and displayed, Phil was watering at the mouth, groping and feeling up the dainty little wolf all the while Sam bawled into the pillow, tensing up every time the man's hand squeezed at the trembling body. Harder than he'd ever been in his life, Philip got into position behind the boy, grinding his tip against the pre-stretched pucker and moaning as he felt the hole opening up for him, taking in the first few inches. As soon as it was time to take the girthier parts of his shaft however, the tailhole clamped down hard, requiring him to use some more raw force to ram inside of the wailing cub, groaning as he disappeared deeper in until only his knot was left outside of the tight embrace of his son's asshole. Sam screeched with every thrust, pulling against his bindings until his wrists were just as sore as his ass, his cries getting louder as the wolf's knot threatened to seal the deal. Pulling and pushing in tandem, Philip worked in his knot and bit down on the little wolf's neck, holding back his big finish until the tailhole finally gave in and let him tie the pup, Sam's howling making him shiver with lust as he piped the cub's bowels full of his seed, feeling his cock throbbing through the kid as he stroked the young canine's belly. Knowing there was no chance of untying the boy until his erection had gone down, Phil flopped down on top of the weeping Sam, letting his son's ass milk him the rest of the way as he closed his eyes, finally feeling some relief. With every shot of cum that flowed into the cub's gaped hole, he felt Sam's sobbing dying down, the boy's will breaking as his balls became lighter.