Eager Pup

Running down the pitch, panting as he staggered along, Sam's endeavours at his soccer practice had been made slightly more sluggish than usual due to the stinging pain radiating from his tailhole, though he did his best to not show that he was bothered by it, wiping his sweaty face with the back of his arm as the coach walked up to him, 
"Everything alright Sam? You've got a bit of a limp it looks like."
The little wolf gave a sheepish smile, trying to look as innocent as he could as he shook his head, 
"O… oh, no, everything's fine! Just… didn't stretch enough, I… I think…"
The coach nodded, giving the boy a pat on the shoulder before turning away, blowing his whistle to end the practice session for the day. Sam funnelled into the locker room alongside the rest of the cubs, the pungent stink of sweat almost immediately invading his nostrils the second he stepped inside, but the pup didn't head for the showers as the other kids did, slinking away into the bathroom instead, hiding away in the bathroom stall. The young canine waited in the stall for a few moments, hiding until he couldn't hear anyone else still around, finally coming out and heading straight for his bag. It had been almost a month since Philip had started fucking the cub just about every single day, using and abusing both of his holes, keeping him relaxed with the help of poppers at every turn, and Sam loved every single second of it. The constant pounding had finally broken down all of the boy's barriers, allowing him to recognise that he cherished his role as his dad's servant and cum dump, eagerly obeying the man's every order, always doing his best to please Phil, even when his father wasn't even around. 

Sam never took a shower or changed out of his training clothes after soccer practice, since he knew full well that his dad loved his musk, as well as the look of the athletic shorts and the shirt emblazoned with the logo of his school's soccer team. But that wasn't the only reason for the puppy to hide away until the way was clear, his tail starting to wag as he took one last look around him, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a girthy buttplug. Philip wanted to keep the boy's hole limber and stretched out, even when not in use, so the man made him wear the plug at all times, only allowing him to take it out when necessary. Dropping his shorts and briefs down to his ankles, Sam set the buttplug base down on the bench behind him as he bent over, licking his fingers and coating them with a generous helping of spit before reaching back, smearing the saliva onto his wrecked hole, grimacing softly as he felt his fingertips rubbing against his puffy and red pucker. Lubed up, the cub shuffled back until his flank was hovering directly over the toy, slowly lowering himself down against it until he felt the tapering tip pressing against his tailhole, taking one deep breath before sitting down on it, tossing his weight on the plug all at once. Giving a sharp squeak as the buttplug slipped into his asshole in one swift motion, Sam stayed seated for a minute, getting used to the feel of being plugged up again as he squirmed around on the bench, the tip of his tiny cock poking out of his sheath as he whimpered and quivered, his shorts still dangling between his legs. Not wanting to be discovered in the middle of his lewd stretches, the grey wolf shook off the daze and stumbled back up to his feet, pulling his underwear and pants up, hiding the toy that was stuffed up his rear as he quickly grabbed his backpack and slammed his locker shut, a flushed smile on his face as he walked with a light limp. 

Glancing over at the clock just as he pulled into the school parking lot, Philip got there just in time to see the cubs spilling out from the door as the bells rang, signalling the end of the school day. Getting comfy and reclining his seat slightly, the man sighed and settled down, a slight smirk on his face as he watched the kids running and skipping around, one hand behind his head while the other slowly crept to his crotch. He knew he'd probably have to wait around a bit for his son, so he took the opportunity to do some sightseeing in the meanwhile, licking his lips as he stared at plump, underage ass from the car, massaging his cock through his jeans. Thirsty for a little shock to really wake up his senses, the grey wolf reached into the glove box, stuffing his hand into a bag and digging around in it for a moment, brushing aside several empty containers before he finally found an unopened one, pulling out a bright red bottle of poppers, 
"Really gotta go buy some more soon…" 
Cracking open the cap and shoving the mouth of the little plastic bottle right under his nose, Philip took a deep sniff from it, the sting of the chemicals slowly subsiding as he moaned, replaced by the exhilarating high as he set the bottle down, popping open his fly and reaching into his pants to knead on his girth, every stroke feeling like heaven as he stared and moaned, his targets completely unaware that a predator was salivating at the mouth at the sight of their juicy flanks. Before he could get too carried away with thoughts of adding one of his son's classmates to his slave harem, the canine spotted Sam stepping out from the main door, grinning as he watched the little cub squirming and shivering with every step. Phil opened the door to the boy, grabbing his backpack and immediately tossing it to the back as the pup clambered to the passenger side seat, sitting down very carefully as he felt the plug getting shoved even deeper into his tailhole. Sam could see that his dad was in an eager mood, drooling and huffing already as he set his rear down with a shy smile, the man's hand immediately settling down onto his lap,
"Did you have a good day at school~?" 
"Y… yeah…" 
Philip hooked an arm around his son's shoulders, pulling the kid closer and pressing his snout against Sam's neck, taking a deep huff of the boy's fresh sweat as his fingers slipped down the top of the cub's shirt, pulling it up so that he could peek down at Sam's belly and chest underneath. The scent of his kid's musk always got the wolf even more horny and high than any other drug ever could, grunting softly into Sam's ear as he kneaded at his cock, the sounds and the sight of the throbbing slab of meat under his pants making the boy quiver in anticipation.

Philip kept fondling his son as he stroked his cock, licking his chops the entire time as he rubbed the boy's crotch and stroked Sam's belly, finally managing to pull himself off of the cub for long enough to turn on the car and pull out of the school parking lot. The man was usually at least able to wait until they'd both gotten home when picking up the puppy, but the anticipation and the delicious musk had gotten him even hornier than before, unable to keep his hands off of his kid. Sam certainly didn't mind the attention, mostly just shy about getting groped at such a public place, happily leaning forwards and schootching over as the man slipped a hand down the back of his shorts, moaning softly as he felt Phil's fingers snapping the band of his briefs, 
"Still got the plug inside~?" 
Without bothering to wait for an answer, the wolf pushed his hand deeper down the pants, his fingertips tracing the wide base of the buttplug as he gave it a small tug, making the boy squirm as he grinned, 
"Good boy~" 
Knowing he definitely couldn't make it all the way home before blowing off some of the excess steam brewing in his loins, Philip pulled his hand out after making sure that the cub had followed his instructions, tugging his jeans and underwear down to his thighs and finally letting his shaft flop out, gripping the base as he motioned towards it, 
"Suck me off~!" 
Sam admired the thick shaft and the even thicker knot for a moment, his chest puffing up as he watched a drop of precum leaving a trail on the side of it, giving a nervous glance at the traffic around the car before bowing down into his father's lap. Philip grabbed the cub's neck and slammed the wet maw deeper onto his cock as soon as he felt the pup's lips wrapping around his tip, moaning as Sam gave a few startled kicks before settling down, focusing back on pleasuring him, the boy's head bobbing along in his lap and kept down out of view of the other drivers on the road. Helping the cub hurry along whenever his girth was starting to get a bit difficult to work with, Phil gripped the little boy's muzzle, working it up and down his shaft as he groaned gently, his other hand casually slung on the wheel, 
"Get me a hit~!" 
Blindly feeling around for the glove box with his face shoved in the bigger canine's crotch, Sam managed to grab a popper, handing the bottle up to his dad as he continued trying not to gag too hard. Taking another hit of the drug just as his son's tongue enveloped his tip, Philip was finally brought over the edge, his hand firmly planted on the back of the puppy's head to keep his knot pressed against the boy's lips the entire time as he came, instantly filling Sam's throat with his jizz. 

Choking down the bigger wolf's load, cum streaming down the sides of his mouth as his eyes watered, Sam could feel the car slowing down to a gradual stop, though he couldn't see any of it with his head buried between his dad's legs, his belly quickly getting filled up with the man's seed. Letting off a satisfied groan as he pulled up in front of his house, Philip turned the car off, staying seated and keeping his son's maw in place around his cock until his balls were completely drained, only letting go of Sam and allowing the puppy to get off of his dick after almost a minute of intense pumping and squirting. The cub carefully pulled his throat off of the red rocket, gagging softly as the still-leaking tip dragged across the back of his tongue, panting heavily as he swallowed what cum still remained in his mouth, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. Philip huffed and puffed for a moment, watching his seed dribbling down the boy's chest and belly as he smirked, before finally tucking his hard shaft back into his pants and zipping his jeans up, at least for the moment being. The man might've gotten the worst of his pent up lust out, but that didn't mean he was completely out of steam, eager to get the cub inside so that he could work on relieving the rest of the tension still in his system. With his dick hidden from view of any nosy neighbours, Phil hopped out of the car, with his messy and musky son following close behind him, the pair of wolves quickly slipping inside, their clothes starting to come off almost as soon as the door had closed behind them. Sam was shoved against a wall, his dad kneeling down and prying his muzzle open for a passionate and sloppy kiss, groping under his shirt while swirling around a tongue in his throat, making him whimper as his shorts dropped down onto the floor. Philip guided the boy's hands down to his pants, letting Sam pull them down as he focused on tonguing the little pup's throat, feeling fingers gently kneading on his shaft as he pulled back from the kiss. He stuck his snout down right against his son's white briefs, grinding his nose against the slightly damp fabric as he sniffed all of the heavenly sweat and musk that the pair had absorbed during the cub's heavy training session, making Sam gasp and writhe around, trapped between his muzzle and the wall. The little canine shivered under his father's nose, jerking the man off the entire time, until Philip finally shifted away from his crotch, letting him briefly catch his breath before whispering into his ear with a smirk,
"Go get my leathers~" 

Trembling lightly as he nodded, Sam kicked off his shorts and waddled away, having a slightly difficult time walking due to the combination of the girthy buttplug stuffed in his tailhole, and the increasingly tight pair of underwear squeezing his growing erection as he ran up the stairs, panting more out of excitement than exhaustion. He quickly dashed into his dad's bedroom, though it could've just as easily been called his room as well, with the cub having spent most nights sleeping in the large bed right alongside his father for the last month. He headed straight for the old closet in the back opening it up and pulling out the leather bulldog harness from within in, heaving it over his shoulder before also grabbing a few bottles of poppers, shifting his weight forward from one leg to the other as he whimpered with a bothered smile, too amped up to stay still for even a moment. With his treasures in tow, the pup spun on his heels and ran back downstairs, jumping down the stairs to find Philip sitting on the sofa, already fully nude, his discarded shorts in the man's hands. Phil had his nose pressed against the inside of the musky backside of the pants, sniffing and licking at the pair as he stroked at his cock, keeping himself hard while he waited for his slave to fetch him his set of gear. Returning to his master, Sam set the bottles down and held out the harness towards his dad, surprised to see him shaking his head with a smirk instead of just grabbing the leather straps, 
"Put them on me~!" 
Having to climb up onto the sofa just to have the height necessary for the job, Sam carefully adorned his father's nude body with the harness, pulling it tight against the man's muscles as his breathing grew more frenzied, his ankles rubbing against the adult wolf's knot as he adjusted the straps on his dad's pecs. The boy knew full well what would happen as soon as he had the harness in place, his own dick reaching full mast as he quickly tightened the last strap, stepping back and sitting down with a half-nervous and half-excited look on his face, the shadow of his dad looming over him, 
"Good boy~" 

Tossing aside the boy's shorts, Philip grabbed the puppy, rolling him onto his belly, clambering on top of him and pinning him against the sofa, the light creaking of leather mixing with the young wolf's moans as his father massaged his back and legs, paying special attention to his plump buns of course. The man kneaded at his son's ass cheeks, squeezing the soft mounds with both hands as he salivated, his cock resting between the ass cheeks, dripping onto the cub's briefs and soaking the pair with his precum as he slowly humped Sam, rolling his knot against the ass crack in rhythm with his massaging. The tiny wolf whined and trembled underneath his dad, thoroughly enjoying the special massage, his legs clenching up whenever the pair of strong hands squeezed at his buns, his father's humping also causing his own dick to rub against the sofa cushions. Growling with lust, Philip hooked two fingers down the backside of the kid's underwear, slowly sliding the pair down, exposing the ass cheeks split apart by the buttplug, his perverted smile growing wider as his pre was soaked up by the cub's fur. He pulled off the briefs completely, balling them up in his hand and stuffing the pair against his muzzle, both his tail and his shaft twitching from excitement as his lungs filled with the heavy musk of his son, still able to pick up a hint of his own scent in the underwear from the last time that he had his hands on them. Dropping the pair to the floor, Phil wasted no time, pinning the pup to the sofa with one hand planted on Sam's rear while the other grabbed onto the base of the toy embedded in his tailhole, twisting it around a few times to loosen it before giving it a hard tug. The boy grimaced and buried his face under his hands, grunting hard as he felt his pucker opening wider and wider, shrieking as the widest part of the buttplug passed through before the entire thing popped out of him, leaving him sweating and gasping harder than the football practice had. Setting the plug aside, Philip stared down at the deliciously gaped asshole in front of him, licking his lips as he pet the boy's abused flank, watching the hole slowly filling up with the precum drizzling down from his manhood.

With the sting of the removed buttplug slowly passing, helped along by a bottle of poppers that his dad passed down into his hands, Sam moaned and stretched out his legs as the man played with his sore tailhole, teasing him by gently caressing his swollen pucker with the tip of the throbbing cock, circling his hole with a finger. Philip was easily able to fit in three of his fingers into the ruined hole before he even felt any sort of resistance from the clenching asshole, getting a fourth digit into the gaping maw after the cub had taken a few huffs from the bottle of poppers, slowly twisting and turning his fingers around as the pup writhed underneath him, grunting and whimpering as he thrust his hand deeper. Pulling his fingers out, the wolf decided that he'd continue his stretching with his tongue instead, eager to enjoy more of his son's mouthwatering musky scent while prepping the boy for his cock, laying belly down on the sofa right behind Sam and shoving his face right between the little canine's ass cheeks. Sam immediately tensed up as the hot tongue lashed against his taint, trembling and moaning in pleasure as slobber ran down his ass crack and dripped onto his tiny ballsack, grabbing a pillow from the sofa and hugging it tight as his dad's tongue burrowed into his sensitive tailhole, drilling deeper inside of him as it coated his hole in slippery saliva. With his lungs filled with pure, distilled puppy musk, Phil ravenously dug deeper into his kid's ass, almost fitting his muzzle inside of the stretched out pucker as he pulled the ass cheeks open, panting into the hole as he ate out the whining cub. Sam felt his dad's hand slipping underneath him, lifting up his crotch to allow the man to grab onto his miniscule erection, the large fingers pinching his underage knot as he squealed out, his tail whipping around in a frenzy. With the combination of his father's unceasing rimming, and the hand fondling and jerking him off, the puppy was quickly brought to a dry orgasm, his cheeks tightening and his hole clenching around the adult's tongue as he came with an almost girlish howl, his dick throbbing against the palm of Philip's hand, trying to pump out the seed he was still too young to produce, only a few drops of very thin and clear precum spilling from his tip. 

Feeling his son twitching in his hand, Phil waited for the intense clenching to subside before pulling his maw out of the cub's tailhole, wiping his lips with a grin as he watched Sam collapse into a squirming heap in front of him, struggling to even breathe through his gasps and moans, his asshole still winking as it dripped with his dad's spit. Hungry for something slightly different, thinking he should let his son enjoy his musk as well since he'd sniffed the cub's taint all day long, Philip glanced to the floor to see a length of rope from a previous playtime and his discarded pants laying there, grinning as he quickly grabbed both the rope as well as his belt from the pants. Still dazed from his dry orgasm, Sam only groaned as he was flipped around, his legs tied with the belt and his hands tied behind his back with the rope. Picking up the boy and setting him down onto the floor, Phil sat down on the couch, relaxing with a deep sigh as he plucked off his socks before shoving his feet into the tied up boy's face, not needing to even say a word before the kid began lapping at his soft pawpads, making his toes curl gently as the pup's little tongue brushed on the underside of his feet, wriggling between his toes. The man gripped his knot, trying not to blow his load too early as his son gently kissed his paws, closing his eyes in bliss as he felt the puppy's lips puckered against his soles. He gripped the younger wolf's muzzle with both of his feet as best as he could, rubbing and grinding his sweaty pawpads all over the blushing boy's face, working his musk into the kid's fur as his eyes rolled back slightly. 

Losing himself in the feel of Sam's silky tongue rolling along the bottoms of his feet and almost blowing his load, Philip had to quickly yank his paws away from the cub's face, gasping for air as his shaft twitched in his lap, only a hair away from exploding even without his fingers working over his knot. With his muzzle coated in spittle, Sam gave a startled yelp as he was suddenly yanked back up to his feet before being tossed face first against the sofa, bent over it with his leg and his arms still tied up, able only to shiver with anticipation as he felt his dad's girth prodding at his entrance. Philip thrust into the cub, aided by all of the spit and drool from the rimming, sinking his length halfway down the little pup's tailhole as they both gave a hard grunt, with him struggling to hold back his load for just a little bit longer while his son was trying to endure his girth gaping the cub's rear. Thrashing his shoulders around and flexing his bound knees together, Sam trembled in a pang of panic as he felt his father's knot pressing against his tailhole, realising that the man was going to try to knot him, and soon. The boy hadn't ever taken his dad's knot without the help of poppers to relax him and his tensing muscles, and from the sounds of the larger wolf's growls, it didn't seem like Phil had any intentions of stopping to let him take a hit. With all of his limbs bound and only incoherent moans coming from his mouth, Sam had to endure the tying without the crutch of drugs, screaming with tears in his eyes as his asshole opened much wider than the buttplug had ever stretched him, trembling and squealing until the knot finally popped inside of him, a mix of pain and pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before taking over his entire body. Instantly cumming for a second time, the boy didn't know whether he was crying from agony or bliss as he felt his tailhole filling up with thick seed, his dad collapsing on top of him, still thrusting as he whimpered and sobbed. 

Pumping his load into the kid's rear, Philip huffed as his hips gradually slowed down, his spine tingling as he felt the cub's tailhole clenching around his knot, milking him dry as his balls pulsed. Sam's cries had also slowed down to just an occasional whimper, his hand feeling the lump in his belly moving around as he was filled with cum, his prostate rubbing against the thick knot every time either of the two wolves moved an inch. Stroking the back of his son's neck, Phil reached for a half-spilled bottle of poppers, taking a deep huff of the potent drug first before shoving the opening of the bottle under the cub's nose, making sure that Sam could get a good whiff of it, moaning and grinning as he felt the pup's asshole slowly loosening around his knot, 
"That's right, deep breaths~! Gotta get you loose and my knot untied, we've got a whole weekend ahead of us, and I don't wanna waste a single second of it~" 
Sam shivered with a soft smile, feeling his dad's hand rubbing his back as his nose stung with the smell of the poppers, his little erection giving a twitch as he thought of the man pounding away at his asshole for the next few days.