Puppy Training

It had been nearly a week since Sam's dad had first touched the tiny grey wolf, and the man's abuse had continued on a nearly daily basis from that day on. For a single day after the first molestation, the cub was allowed to stay untouched, mostly hiding in his room and sobbing at the grievous betrayal, still very messy and extremely sore from the pounding he'd taken, his gaping hole winking and spewing out cum as he lied on his side, curled up under his blanket. The rapes continued on the very next day however, as well as every other day from there on, only growing worse and more intense, leaving Sam to cry himself to sleep every night, waking up barely able to stand, let alone walk, the following morning. The six year old had begun to try to avoid his father as much as he could, especially fearful of the man whenever Phil had on the leather getup hidden away in the old and dusty closet of the main bedroom. When the older canine wasn't wearing leather, he'd glare at his son like a piece of meat, salivating after the quivering boy and giving the little pup plenty of gropes and fondles whenever Sam walked by him, but after donning his leather gear he'd change completely, a quick grope turning into pinning the cub against the floor and shoving his cock into whatever hole was the tightest, no matter how hard he had to make it fit. Though he'd already had plenty of experience with his dad's fingers and girth, Sam still hadn't gotten used to either, and neither had his body, his father's knot especially still leaving him reeling whenever the man was in the mood to tie his throat or tailhole. Sulking on the living room sofa, watching the TV and laying on his belly to avoid putting any unnecessary pressure on his aching flank, Sam sighed and glanced over at the clock hanging from the wall, knowing it was nearing the time that Phil would usually arrive home from work. In the past, the young wolf would've been delighted with that, but for the last week he'd only been dreading it, every tick of the seconds slipping by making the nervous butterflies in his belly multiply. He'd been lucky enough to so far avoid being skewered on the man's shaft that day, only catching a hard grope and his balls being cupped when going to brush his teeth that morning, but he knew that his luck couldn't carry on forever, especially not after Phil had spent an entire day cooped up at work with nothing to channel the man's pent up lust and desires into. 

Stopping at the fifth set of lights in just a few minutes, Philip gave an annoyed grunt and slapped the wheel, leaning back in his seat and glancing over to the small plastic bag bearing the logo of a sex shop sitting in the passenger side, the thought of the contents within doing very little to calm down neither the storm raging in his pants nor his growing impatience with the constant traffic that kept him from getting home. The chubby wolf had originally gotten involved with his own son just due to not being able to get his hands on any other boys to have his way with, and he'd had some second thoughts about it slightly after taking Sam's virginity and knotting the tiny puppy. With his hunger satiated, the man had been able to think about the risks and the damage he was doing a bit more clearly, there was a reason he hadn't fucked his own son after all. Feeling more unsure, Philip had tried to keep his hands to himself, but that barely lasted for even a day before the urge to sink himself balls deep in the boy's tight hole had gotten far too powerful for him to ignore once more, his old instincts all returning in force as soon as he'd gotten a taste of a cub. Understanding that he couldn't control himself, the grey wolf chose to throw caution to the wind and give in to the urges completely, letting the depravity envelop him as he continued raping Sam whenever the heft in his ballsack became too great for him to lug around, viewing the pup as nothing more than a convenient hole to relieve his urges into. Phil however wasn't entirely satisfied with the way that the cub was behaving, acting scared and hesitant towards him. The boys that the wolf had conquered before, he'd broken them all in and trained them all to become his sluts, not frightened or unwilling but eager to receive another pounding from him instead, even thankful to be bred by him. That was exactly what Philip wanted from his son as well, and that was exactly what he was going to teach to the kid, no matter how long or how hard it'd be, and his little shopping trip to the sex store after work would be the beginning of that. Rubbing the throbbing front of his pants, Phil snapped back to the present moment as the light turned to green, stepping on the gas to get home as quickly as he could. 

Finally arriving at his driveway, Philip hopped out and grabbed the plastic bag with him, trying to keep it slightly tucked under his jacket on the short walk over to the door, not wishing all of his neighbours to see the logo plastered on the front and know that he'd gone shopping for some new lewd toys. As soon as he slipped his key into the lock, he could hear some thumping coming from behind the door, stepping in just in time to see his son scampering up the stairs, only catching a brief glimpse of the tip of the cub's tail before Sam had already disappeared, the TV left on during his hasty retreat, slamming his bedroom door closed. Rolling his eyes, Philip set his bag down while taking off his coat, looking forward to a time that the boy would be begging to be gaped by him, rather than running away. Turning the TV off before heading up the stairs, the man spotted his son peeking at him from the other end of the hallway, casually strolling into his own bedroom without paying much attention to the nervous puppy, leaving the door open as he set his new treasures on his bed. Phil began stripping in front of the open door, in full view of the younger wolf, letting Sam stare him down as he tossed his shirt off and unbuckled his belt, peeling his underwear off with a relieved sigh as his erect cock flopped out, swinging around between his legs as he turned around to focus his attention on the goodies he'd brought home. Upending the plastic bag, an array of tiny and colourful bottles rolled out onto the bed from it, along with what looked like a tangle of leather strips held together by loops of shiny metal, his cock giving an excited throb as he quickly snatched up the leather harness he'd brought. 

Strapping it onto his chest as tight as he could get it, the grey wolf admired himself in the mirror for a moment, his cock jutting straight up as the taut bulldog harness pushed on his chest, accentuating his plump gut slightly. Running a finger along the shiny new leather, Philip grabbed one of the little plastic bottles from the bed, peeling back a red and black label and unscrewing the top off of it, bringing the opening under his nose before taking a deep inhale. The chemical-y and stinging smell of it made his head spin for a moment, but the effects of the popper kicked in only moments later, his heart rate climbing as he moaned, feeling as if every muscle in his body simultaneously relaxed and clenched, a burning heat creeping up onto his face as he screwed the cork back on, sure that the brand was just as potent as he'd been promised, if not even slightly better. Shaking off the high and trying to focus, the canine took a couple of the small bottles with him as he marched out of his bedroom, on his way back downstairs when an idea popped into his head, backing up a few steps and going into the laundry room instead. He flipped open the lid of the laundry hamper and dug through it for a few seconds, pulling out a light blue soccer jersey and a matching jockstrap, both sufficiently musky for his plans. With his son's used soccer getup in one hand and a few bottles of poppers in the other, the man walked downstairs, anxious to get to action. 

Hunkered down in bed, Sam waited anxiously for what was to come, staring at the closed door with his breath trembling as he clung to his pillow, expecting it to burst open any second and with his leather-clad dad to walk in to give his tailhole another round of abuse. The pup's nightmare didn't quite come to pass however, or at least it came in another form, as Philip's shout crept under the door and into his ears, taunting and smug, 
"Sam! Come downstairs~!" 
The young wolf wanted to do absolutely anything but to follow his father's order, but he knew that disobeying the command would only lead to it coming true whether he wanted it to or not, except that the man would just be in a considerably worse mood due to his defiance. Pulling himself out of his hiding spot, the cub forced his legs to move as he shambled towards his bedroom door, taking one shaky step after the other, peeking around the corner as he walked down the stairs. He saw that his dad was waiting for him in the living room, erect and ready for him, his dirty soccer training gear laid out on the sofa, or most of it at least, with the shorts left in the hamper. His arms crossed and his foot tapping the carpet impatiently, Phil nodded for the tiny wolf to come closer, a thin strand of precum stretching down all the way to the floor from his tip as he grinned, 
"Take your clothes off~"
Sam hesitated, rubbing his arm while trying not to stare at his dad's package, only snapping to action once the man took a threatening step towards him,
"Take 'em off, or I'll do it for you~!" 
Stripping under the perverted gaze of his parent, the cub slowly pulled off his shirt and pants, unable to hide the embarrassed blush taking over his face as he tugged down his briefs to reveal the old stains of cum still smattered all over his thighs as well as his butt, the lewd streaks marking just how many times he'd been used just in the last few days alone like notches. As soon as his underwear was down around his ankles, the boy's hands shot to his nethers, one hiding his sheath while the other cupped his ass crack, unsure of which one he'd prefer to leave uncovered as his father circled around him like a vulture, getting a good look from all angles. 

Keeping his naughty bits hidden away as best as he could, Sam watched his dad eyeing him up for a moment before the man gave a smirk, stepping over to the couch and picking up the soccer uniform, 
"Since it took you so long just to take off your clothes, I think it's best if I give you a li'l help putting these on~" 
The cub tried to back away from the approaching male, but nearly tripped over his own feet as Phil lunged towards him, shoving his dirty soccer jersey over his head. With his own musk overwhelming his nose, Sam squirmed and flailed around until his head found the neck hole, giving him a breath of fresh air, though he couldn't enjoy the relief for very long. Before his son had gotten over his surprise attack, Philip got down on his knees behind the boy, the pair of sweaty underwear in hands, one arm fastened around the puppy's waist to keep Sam still as he set his chin down on the kid's shoulder. Wriggling in place, grunting and whimpering, Sam tried desperately to not blush heavily as his dad's finger gently pinched his sheath, pulling it back to expose his little cocklet, spitting a giant wad of saliva onto his sensitive tip before rubbing it in as he grimaced, getting hard in his perverted father's hand. Philip slipped the musky jockstrap onto the cub's all the while he teased his son, snapping the underwear in place as Sam jumped and gave a pleasing yelp, watching the front of the sweat-stained set jut out as the little canine's erection tried to poke through it. The boy could feel his dad's hard shaft pressing against his lower back as the bigger wolf's hands fondled him from his thighs to his chest, tweaking his nipples and rubbing his tip, feeling up every inch of him and playing with anything that'd get a reaction from him, whether it be a flustered moan or a pained squeak. Playing his son like an instrument, Philip took in a deep sniff while admiring his little soccer star, thoroughly enjoying the light musk that the boy's new outfit added, roaring to get to more than just some light, or not so light, groping. 

Sensing that his dad was getting more and more excited, the man's nose pressed against the back of his head as gusts of hot air made him shiver and the larger wolf's relentless hands made him squeal, Sam tried to wriggle his way out of the tight embrace to no avail, growing more desperate until Philip finally shoved him against the sofa. Landing face first against the cushions, he was immediately pinned in place by his father's hand, keeping his head shoved into the sofa while his legs kicked helplessly, trying to keep the man from approaching his flank. Attempting to get his snout between the cub's juicy ass cheeks, Phil had to dodge a paw to the jaw several times, the kid's whining and thrashing starting to annoy him as he growled lightly, lifting his hand up and bringing it down hard directly onto his son's exposed buns, his spank finally getting Sam to pipe down and keep still after a sharp shriek,
"Are you done, or do I need to give you another smack? Trust me, you're not gonna want your backside to already be red and raw when I start to actually use your ass~" 
Biting down on the front of his shirt as tears welled up in his eyes, Sam let out a tiny whimper before nodding, holding back his reflex to squeal and squirm as his dad gave a satisfied chuckle, getting back to molesting him. Finally able to inspect his son in peace, Philip lowered his face between the cub's ass cheeks, pulling the two buns apart and shoving his tongue between them, wetting the pink pucker with a few sloppy licks as Sam's toes curled up. Thanks to all of the previous stretching he'd done during the last week, his tongue was easily able to slip into the little boy's asshole, even if it was still a little tight, slithering in deep while he hugged the pup's thighs, all the while Sam tried not to buck him off in fear of another bout of hard spanking. Dragging his tongue in wide circles and exploring every inch of the tailhole that he'd already filled to the brim several times before, Philip tried to both stretch and lube up the hole, wanting to prepare it for his big plans. He wanted to break the boy down and make the cub his little slut of course, but he also wanted to try something a little more extreme with the little wolf, eyeing up the bottles of poppers lying on the couch as he pulled his tongue out for just a moment, wiping the drool from his chin as Sam gasped for air. 

Enduring his father's deep rimming for what felt like an eternity, occasionally squealing as he felt on the edge of an orgasm and at other times biting down on the couch to keep quiet as the man seemed intent on fitting the entire muzzle into his tailhole, Phillip's hand occasionally shoving between his thighs to fondle and squeeze at his cocklet, Sam wasn't sure whether he'd have preferred the man to continue eating out his ass for the rest of the day or not, since he knew what would most likely come right after. Phil tried to enjoy his dining experience for as long as he could, letting the pup squirm on his tongue until he couldn't hold back his need to sink himself inside of the tight and winking hole. Pulling his tongue out, he could hear the mix of relief and nervous anticipation in his son's panting as he stood up, watching the tailhole slowly closing before snatching the little boy. Sam broke his drawn out groan with a squeak as his father's hands grabbed him around the waist, handling him just as roughly as he was already used to as he was tossed up onto the sofa and rolled onto his back, his legs shoved up until his paws were pointing up at the ceiling. Philip slapped his hefty cock down onto his son's belly, letting it twitch and drool until the cub's fur under his tip was saturated with his precum, wanting Sam to see what'd soon be stuffed knot deep in the plump tailhole he was staring down at. Stuffing a few fingers into the little puppy's maw and down his throat, the man let his saliva soak into the digits as he gagged on them, pulling them out after a few good thrusts to lube up the throbbing girth resting on his belly. The chubby wolf slowly slathered his son's spit on every inch of his dick, making sure the sputtering pup watched him do it all.

With both his girth as well as his son's asshole properly slick and ready, Philip slid it back underneath the boy's tail, squeezing it between Sam's clenched ass cheeks as the cub whimpered, knowing what was about to happen and that there was nothing that could be done to stop it. With one hand wrapped around the puppy's ankles and another holding his son down against the couch, the grey wolf pushed in, feeling the tight ring fighting against him as his shaft slid deeper, Sam's nervous whimpers escalating into grunts and eventually outright howls as more of his cock rammed into the hole. The boy hugged his dad's arm, curling around it as he whined and barked, trying to deal with the intense pressure in his tailhole without fighting back against the man, fearing that the retaliation would only be ten times as bad as what he was already suffering through. Getting all but his knot stuffed inside of the tiny pup, Phil tried to let the boy stretch around his cock for a few moments, but the cub's hole didn't relax in the least, only clenching tighter and tighter as the kid squirmed around. Gritting his teeth to keep himself from blowing his load before he'd gotten his knot in, the man reached for one of the popper bottles, using his teeth to rip open the packaging and quickly unscrewing the top before shoving it underneath his son's nose, holding the cub's head in place with his other hand, 
"Breathe deep, this'll help you relax~" 
Trying to turn his nose away from the acrid smell, Sam eventually had to take in a whiff, a slight coughing fit following as he inhaled the popper. Grinning as he watched the kid sniffing the little bottle, Philip could feel Sam's hole loosening up after just a few huffs, pulling the bottle back and taking a hit of it himself before closing it up again, letting it take effect before resuming his efforts in getting his knot to fit. Though his father was slamming at his tailhole twice as hard as before, the pup felt fine, his pucker relaxing even as it stretched over the big wolf's knot, letting it in with ease and only a little sting, unlike every other occasion that he'd gotten tied. Phil wasn't content with just that however, getting a firm grip at the base of his shaft before yanking himself out with his knot still fully inflated, watching his son's gaped hole throbbing as Sam gasped. He rammed it right back inside, grunting hard as he fucked the boy with his knot, continuing even as a twitch from the cub sent him over the edge, waves of cum gushing from the puppy's ruined hole every time he tugged his bulging knot out. 

Slotting his cock balls deep into the tailhole one last time to finish off his knot fucking, Philip felt his son starting to tighten up once more, milking him for the last few drops of his cum as he huffed, groping the cub's flank as he finished unloading deep inside of it. The man didn't however want Sam to clench up tight, as his dad was far from being done with his ass quite yet. Moaning with his eyes closed as the blissful haze of his high was starting to slowly wear off, returning the all too familiar aching of his asshole being stretched open, Sam's dad lifted his head up and shoved an open bottle of poppers under his nostrils once more, letting him sniff on the punchy fumes until his muscles began relaxing again, a rolling wave of relief travelling from his toes to his face, replacing the pain of the extreme insertion with a wonderful pleasure. Making sure the young wolf was nice and drugged up, Philip took a last drag from the popper before tossing the empty bottle aside, feeling the cub's tailhole slowly letting go of his knot until he was able to unhilt himself, slipping free with a satisfying pop. The man quickly replaced his knot with a few fingers however, getting four of them inside of the gaped hole before encountering any resistance, rather easily inserting them deeper in with his copious amount of cum adding some much needed lubrication. Stretching and wiggling his digits around, the chubby canine was able to fit his thumb in as well, pushing hard as he watched in glee as the boy's donut pulled open to swallow up his entire hand, and then his wrist. Shivering and gasping as his dad's entire fist rammed up his tailhole, Sam gasped in disbelief, feeling the man flexing the fingers deep in his backside. Much to his surprise, the fisting barely even hurt, much of the unpleasantness mitigated by the high of the poppers, leaving only a cloud of confused pleasure as his jockstrap tented. Balling his digits into a fist, Philip pulled his hand all the way out of the pup's ass before punching in again, wet and sloppy squelching sounds accompanying the boy's squeals as he fisted his own kid, his erection quickly growing to its full glory all over again as he tried to see just how much of his arm he could make disappear inside of the little wolf, getting a good few inches up his wrist before even the poppers couldn't make the cub's asshole stretch wide enough. 

With his lust renewed and several more bottles of poppers still left to go, Philip spent the next few hours stretching his son's tailhole to its absolute limits, keeping the boy limber and docile by sticking a bottle under his snout whenever he was starting to get too tight. Sam was twisted and contorted into jibs about every position possible, nearly passing out several times as his dad's knot, fist, and tongue all hammered away at his flank, though his maw saw some action as well, with Phil making sure to take advantage of the drugs' relaxing effects on his throat. By the end of the day, the pup was almost coated from head to toe in cum, his asshole red and puffy from all of the abuse, gaped wide enough for one of the empty popper bottles to be used as a convenient plug to stop the numerous creampied from leaking out and making an even bigger mess on the couch. The boy was too tired to lift a finger, laying still and occasionally letting out a tiny groan as Philip sat down next to him with a satisfied sigh, happy with the progress made on converting the boy to a perfect slut. Glancing over at the half-asleep puppy, the man grinned and left his son to spend the night on the sofa, taking off his leather harness as he stumbled up the stairs, already thinking up of what he'd like to put the boy through next.