Callum was taking an ordinary stroll back home like he usually did. This time he took the scenic route that took him through the park. At this time of night the place wasn’t populated and the sky full of stars was mesmerizing to look at against the dark silhouettes of the treetops. He took a moment to just enjoy the peach and quiet but it was interrupted by an eerie yet melodic whistling. It didn’t just make him pause but the fur along the back of the pine marten’s began to raise and bristle. All of a sudden Callum found that he couldn’t move. He was stuck in place, unable to do anything more than look around for the source of the whistling. He turned around completely and that’s when he saw someone stepping out from behind a tree. Not just that but the tree itself was very thin, too thin for someone to ordinarily hide behind. And yet the figure was walking from behind it as if his entire body had been hidden. 

Stepping into the light of a nearby lamp, the cloaked stranger stopped and looked at Callum with piercing eyes. The pine marten still found himself completely stuck in place, unable to tear his gaze away. A low toned chuckle came from the figure as he took hold of his hood and pulled it back. He revealed himself to be a wolf, but not just any wolf. Standing before Callum was the living embodiment of Death itself. He stood tall over the pine marten, who only reached as far as the canine’s knee. 

“Your time has come, [i]marta[/i].” 

“My time? A-already?” Callum stammered. “But my life is good. I’m not hurt or sick. I should have plenty of time!” 

“Well you don’t. You’re coming with me,” the wolf said firmly. Callum wasn’t prepared to fight and being so much bigger made it easy for him to simply reach down and grip Callum’s wrist with one hand. Callum wasn’t strong enough to get away and felt his blood run cold as the other wolf’s hand was used to grip and lift up one of his blades, readying it to cleave the pine marten and end their life finally. 

“No! Stop! Please, I’ll do anything!” Callum pleaded as the blade swung. But it stopped just before it actually reached him, being held in place by the canine’s hand. 

“Anything?” Death repeated with intrigue. “You do mean [i]anything[/i], don’t you?” 

Callum nodded frantically. The wolf could sense the other mammal’s sincerity and withdrew his blade, bringing the pine marten much relief. 

“Okay. I’ll let you keep your remaining scrap of life. It’s not worth much anyways,” Death said dismissively. He still thought it would be worth more to just take the marten’s life and get it all over with but the other male’s offer intrigued him. Countless targets and begged and pleaded, it was nothing that the wolf hadn’t heard before. In fact Callum wasn’t anywhere near the most desperate to keep their life. But there was a certain something about the other creature. He was small and clearly much weaker. Death saw potential in that and got an idea. If Callum was going to remain alive he would spend it how the wolf dictated. He owed him that much at least…

Before Callum could get too comfortable, the wolf’s hand clenched around his wrist and his claws were even digging into the marten’s skin, making him wince and hiss in pain. Death pulled him in closer, easing his head down so their eyes met. “But from now on you belong to me. You obey or that little bit of life you’re clinging to will be…snuffed out.” 

Callum understood that he would be at the figure’s mercy, essentially a servant. For a moment he wondered if it was worth it but his natural fear of death compelled him to agree nonetheless. In return the wolf smiled, showing off his fangs as his grip eased up, but only just enough to relieve Callum from the pain of those digging claws. 

“Now come with me,” Death said with a bit of hardness in his voice. There was no time afforded for Callum to respond, being already pulled along by his hurting wrist. 

Death led his new servant away. Callum belonged completely to him now so there was no need for anything or anyone that he was attached to. Walking briskly, he led the way from the lamp and strode towards a clump of trees that cast no light, completely shrouded in shadows. The sight alone made Callum gulp but he continued to follow, valuing his life over everything else. Diving headfirst into the shadows shrouded them both in total darkness. Even with the moon and stars shining high above them, Callum could barely see even an inch in front of him. The only thing to lead him was the wolf’s hand, gripping and tugging all the while. Occasionally he would trip or get himself snagged on a scraggly branch. When he fell behind Death would simply drag him along, not caring enough to stop or even slow down for the smaller male’s sake. 

The darkness was all encompassing, completely blocking out Callum’s vision. He was left with no other choice but to follow along, stumbling the entire way. Occasionally he heard the wolf chuckling but Callum’s focus became on the changes around him. He couldn’t see them but it was as if the very air around him had shifted. The area around him felt more…open. The only thing he could do was just wonder what was going on. That was until he was able to see again. Suddenly the world was no longer pitch black and they were out of the dense forestry. Looking around, Callum was pleased to find that the land was illuminated by bright moonlight. The trees were more spaced out and there was a beaten path ahead of them, leading all the way to a surprisingly cozy looking cabin. 

“This is where you’ll be living from now on,” Death said as he led the way to the cabin and then inside. Again, Callum was surprised by how homey the living room was. It was a simple old fashioned interior with a couch, table, large carpet in the center of the wooden floor and a fireplace that already had a roaring fire in it. Though he had been whisked away from anything and everyone he had ever known, Callum was feeling an odd sense of calm. He was finally released and allowed to look around while the wolf put his blades away, hanging them on a mount by the front door lovingly with care. When turning around he faced Callum directly, marching up to him. 

“You’ll keep your life as long as you do whatever I say. Defy me and I’ll pluck it right out of you,” the canine threatened. Callum gulped and nodded, making him smile. “That’s a good boy. Now, you can start by getting my clothes off. I’ve had a busy day and could use a warm tongue…” 

“Y-you mean…” Callum gulped. 

“Do it or die,” the wolf growled. 

Knowing what the consequences of saying “no” was, Callum did as he was told. Based on the bigger male’s words and tone, it wasn’t hard to figure out that he intended to use the pine marten as a means of sexual stress relief. The idea made him unnerved, all the more so because Callum was straight and hadn’t ever done anything near sexual with another guy. 

Being so short made it hard for Callum to reach everything. So he used a stool to reach up and get the wolf’s things off, starting with the full body cloak that usually kept him concealed. He was told to hang it on the wall and did so, needing to drag the stool along with him. When he came back Callum was still tasked with getting the rest of Death’s clothes off. Still making use of the stool, he got the wolf’s shirt off first. Death at least stood still so it came off easy, exposing his bare chest and stomach underneath. Holding the shirt in his hands, Callum noticed that it was feeling damp and had a certain smell attached to it. 

Putting his focus back into the task at hand, Callum had to take off his new master’s pants. He didn’t need the stool, being just tall enough to reach his hands up and take hold, tugging downwards a few times to get them completely off. Even then the canine still had underwear underneath that needed to be removed. This time Callum acted as gingerly as he could, feeling that the underwear were even sweatier than the shirt was and the smell clinging to the damp fabric was stronger as well. When the underwear came fully off that exposed Callum to the sight of Death’s sheath and balls, both being of impressive size. The sheath itself was wide and thick and the balls under them were both perfectly rounded, dangling heavily from their own weight.  

“Like what you see, [i]marta[/i]?” Death asked in a low tone of voice before he drew his tongue over his fangs. 

“Well, I…” In truth Callum didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t seen another guy’s package up close, let alone one so…prominent. How should he go about answering? If he said that he was straight and not interested, Death could get offended and kill him but if he tried to lie maybe the wolf would notice and then kill him…

While he was going back and forth in his mind about how to appease the bigger male, Death had taken it upon himself to take the first step that Callum wouldn’t have himself. He grabbed the pine marten by the back of his head, gripping it roughly as he pulled him in. Callum was snapped from his thoughts, only to find his face pressed firm to the wolf’s sweaty, musky sheath. Reacting without thinking, Callum let out a muffled yell directly against the hot, wet fur. The deep manly aroma struck his sense of smell and by having his mouth open he got a taste of it on his tongue. Completely forgetting that he was supposed to be subservient, he tried in vain to get out of the wolf’s grip. 

“Struggle all you want,” Death said with a dark chuckle. “The sooner we get past this hurdle the better.” 

The words didn’t reach Callum fully. He was going through so many feelings at once. Was this really worth the trouble? But was he really willing to die right here and now, take back the opportunity that had been given to him? All of his resistance wasn’t doing much good anyways. Just one hand was all it took to keep him in place and trying to pull away only caused him pain, feeling the pricks of claws that were threatening to sink into his skin. 

He dared to calm himself and further dared to actually take a breath, knowing full well what that entailed. But he did it anyway. With his nose pressed directly against the sweaty sheath, even simply inhaling was enough to fill his nose and lungs with the overwhelming bite of pure wolf musk. It went beyond just a day of exertion. Jolting the marten’s senses was a thick and dense reek that made him cringe. This was clearly the product of more than a few days without a wash and realizing that brought another wave of mixed feelings. It was even worse having his nose shoved against a dirty crotch but then again…after breathing it in and then out, keeping this up a few times led to Callum realizing that the aroma itself wasn’t as bad as he expected. It was strong but he was able to handle it, even if he was making him feel a little dizzy. 

That’s when his struggling began to slow and weaken. His muffled groans and shouts of disgust had lessened as well, becoming quieter, almost sounding muffled as his muzzle was still pressed very closely to the muggy, grey furred pouch. 

“That’s it, [i]mascota[/i]. Keep taking deep breaths. It’s best you get used to this smell…” Death encouraged. For what he had planned, Callum was going to be met with his sweat-tinged body and his powerful otherworldly canine aroma. This wasn’t his first time being met with some resistance but there was something different about this instance. He was aiming to train his new pet into a state of obedience and eagerness. Since the marten had forfeited his life, Death saw fit to mould him into a means of cleaning, stress relief, and pleasure. 

Callum still wasn’t ready to just accept the musk. It was with reluctance that he huffed in more of it, feeling his mind becoming all the foggier with every one. He hadn’t ever felt like this before and his body seemed to be unsure how to respond. 

“Keep it up. Just breathe in and out…” Death said in a smooth tone. 

Callum began to obey subconsciously. Just like the rest of his body, his breathing slowed and deeper breaths were taken. Death pressed Callum’s head in even closer to his sheath, getting the pine marten’s nose to all but slip inside of the fat opening. When he breathed out now there was a small sound accompanied, sounding almost like a moan.   

Hearing that made the wolf snicker. “You’re learning to love it already. Just do as I ask and we’ll get along just fine, [i]rato[/i].” 

Even if Callum didn’t have his muzzle shoved into an earthy sheath he wouldn’t have been able to answer coherently. All he could do was keep breathing in. 

“If you’re having fun, I have another place for that muzzle to go,” Death said. He pulled back Callum’s head so he could get a good look at his package as a whole. With his other hand he reached for his balls and began to gently fondle them, ruffling up the sweaty fur and rousing musk from them that hit Callum, being a lot earthier in tone. Callum winced a bit from this and then really took notice of their size. Like two prime hen eggs, the pair of orbs were visibly stirring. The sight made Callum gulp. He was feeling a strange sense of curiosity despite his lingering reluctance.

“Give them a good cleaning. [i]Por todo[/i].” The wolf’s hand slid Callum’s face downwards, aligning the soft lips with his balls. He again pushed the pine marten’s face forward, all but shoving it into his sack. Clenching his fist a bit made his claws prick against Callum’s skin again, being just short of piercing it. 

Understanding the meaning and what he had to do, Callum swallowed his pride and willingly opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to come out as well. As it made contact, the canine trembled a bit from the touch. Callum made full contact with the sack, starting right in the center of it. The wolf expected the touch to be light and toying but he was pleasantly surprised to find that the smaller male was actually doing as he was told. Though he was being threatened to, the marten still put some willing effort into his actions. 

“Oooh…” Death moaned, feeling the first lick being made along the left nut to start. There was just enough pressure put down to give him pleasure but it was easy enough to feel that his pet was wholly inexperienced. 

Callum reeled his tongue back, tasting nothing but pure sweat, so strong in flavor that it almost stung his tongue like the raw juice of a lemon.  As he reacted Death chuckled in response. But still having his face pressed so closely meant that Callum would have to keep going. So he made use of his tongue again, this time dragging it over the other orb. This time it dug into the grey fur a bit, giving him an even stronger taste that made him gag a bit. 

“Don’t be shy. Get deep in there,” Death said, squeezing his hand a bit to make the claws drag along Callum’s skin. 

Callum closed his eyes and forced himself to keep licking, giving one swipe after the other. The taste was stronger in some places, those that were more soaked with sweat. His smooth appendage wasn’t doing much to clean the perspiration away so multiple swipes, traces, and rubs were needed to get the job done, requiring for the taste to become all the stronger and clinging to his taste buds. Even as the sweat was lessening, Callum was still cringing just as much if not even more from the bitter flavor of sweat that was assaulting his oral senses with every passing second. 

Just as much as his mouth was, Callum’s nose was also pressed to the wet orbs. For all of his licking, the wolf’s scent was still strong and offensive. Having no choice but to breathe it in kept his head spinning and his mouth watering out of nothing more than instinctual reaction. Speaking of reactions, Death was moaning out the entire time, enjoying every lick and drag that came his way. The fur of his balls were kept wet and warm by saliva and the pleasure from the tongue’s contact was giving him exactly what he wanted. All the while he could hear Callum groaning, hissing, and murmuring. These were all signs that he was liking any of this but his actions were speaking otherwise. At first the licks were unsteady but with the passage of time they became a lot smoother. Still not on the level of some of the more experienced victims that negotiated a bit more time alive in exchange for some “favors.” 

Now that he had a stay-at-home pet those deals would mean nothing. Perhaps he could even agree to a mouth or a hole only to then take their lives. With Callum always there to take care of his primal needs, their offers would no longer sway him. 

Death let himself enjoy the pleasure. Standing nearby the roaring fire gave him enough warmth to keep him sweat, giving Callum more to taste and “indulge” in. “There’s still plenty for you to clean.” He pushed the marten’s face in and drew attention to the back side of his sack. On that side the smells and tastes of sweat were completely raw all over again. 

“This time I want it all inside of that soft muzzle,” Death growled. His other hand came down, shoving itself in Callum’s mouth. The wolf’s fingers pried the marten’s maw open and he was quick to jerk forwards, getting his balls in before his fingers withdrew. Callum knew better than to bite down or spit out the pouch. His tongue was pressed intimately close to the sweaty side, being the only thing that he could taste. 

“[i]Chupar…[/i]” the lupine commanded. 

Callum immediately did as he was told, figuring it would be best to get it over with. Doing the best he could, he worked quickly but thoroughly. 

“Yeah…” Death sighed. With some sort of power he managed to pull the stool towards himself, sitting down on it while Callum was still mouthing his balls. He was doing a serviceable job, giving plenty of stimulation while also cleaning away more of his sweat. At this rate he might not need a bath, not that he had enough to allow himself a long soak. Time moved differently where he was but it wouldn’t be long before it was time to reap another soul. 

The wolf leaned over, resting his free hand on his thigh as he felt and watched the pine marten working. Every flick, grind, and twirl of that tongue was sending another wave of pleasure through him. If Callum was this good right from the start, with a little “training” he would become a means of intoxicating relief. The kind that would reinvigorate him, even in a small amount of time. 

Callum was basing his actions on the sounds made by the wolf. What made the bigger male moan with greater intensity was what he did. It helped that Death was moaning out openly.  It seemed the figure wasn’t that hard to please. But he also seemed a bit finicky, not wanting to stay with a single sensation for long. As soon as Callum was able to get into a steady rhythm, Death was gripping him tighter, those claws always pricking and dragging. The pain made him act but it also kept him in line, doing what his new master wanted. While the canine was basking in the pleasure, his ears were flicking in reaction to the sounds of sucks and licks. 

“Alright, [i]marta[/i]. Let’s see what else you can do,” Death said. His hand on Callum’s neck pulled back and with the tugging of his head, the pair of fat balls popped free from Callum’s mouth. A thick string of spit still connected the orbs and the marten’s lips as he gasped and panted. 

“Good,” the wolf said with a toothy grin. “Now let’s see what that tongue can do with this.” He drew attention to his sheath, using a paw to grope it. The fact that Death hadn’t gotten erect from all of that licking and sucking was nothing short of impressive. Again he was drawing attention to the plump furry pouch, still wet with sweat and smelling strongly from a short distance. 

“Give it a good cleaning. Stick that tongue in there too,” the wolf said firmly with clear amusement on his end. 

Doing as he was told without question, the marten pressed his muzzle directly to the sheath, specifically having his nose pressed to the opening. He caught an even stronger smell of sweat and musk, that of which had been trapped inside for some time. 

Taking a deep breath before he did it, Callum outstretched his tongue and slid it inside of the sheath. The taste was of course even stronger, making him groan immediately. Again, figuring that it was best to get this all over with quickly, Callum did his best to just endure it all. He swirled his tongue along the slick insides, getting a taste for all of the fluids that had been stuck inside. The flavors had an offending bite that made him want to reel his tongue back but Death’s claws were right there as a constant warning. 

Feeling the pine marten’s tongue swirling along the walls of his sheath and against his unerect cock made the canine growl and it began to stir and lengthen, sliding from the sheath and pressing against his pet’s tongue and lips. Callum stopped licking and eased his muzzle back, feeling the hard flesh sliding out. With widening eyes, he watched as the dark red flesh came out slowly, gradually revealing itself to be both long and thick. The girth looked bigger than what he could wrap a hand around and more than six inches was already hanging out yet that only seemed to be about half of the total length. 

Callum hung back, his eyes still glued to the sight of Death’s cock growing to full mast, another six inches sliding out until the knot popped free. Being wide and thick as well, adding another three inches that totaled up to about 15 inches. While Death gave his sweaty length a good stroke, Callum was still just staring, feeling a sense of dread at the cock that was nearly the half the total size of his own body. And the way that Death’s red eyes were boring into him, it was safe to assume that the wolf wanted him to take it all…somehow. 

While he was thinking about how that would happen, Death had shoved his head forward. Callum found the tip pressed hard to his lips and the pushing persisted, forcing his mouth open and even then the canine thrusted forward, having several inches jammed inside that forced his muzzle wider than it ever had been. While he was gagging hard, the wolf was taking complete control, using the smaller male for his own means. 

Callum tried to resist this, a natural reaction to having his jaw spread so wide and his throat rammed into without any ounce of preparation. He felt some pain from the passage being forced to stretch so suddenly but instead of pulling back and giving him relief, a chance to adjust and collect himself, Death just thrust in deeper, forcing even more down the smaller male’s throat. 

He never got the chance to properly adjust. As soon as it started, Death kept thrusting his cock in, being quick to get more of his cock into the hot tightness of Callum’s throat, grinding his throbbing length against those smooth and silky walls. While the canine was very much enjoying himself, finding the constant squeezes of the throat very pleasurable, Callum was feeling a lot of pain, both minor and major, as his windpipe was being forced to stretch and expand around something simply not meant for it. 

Through sheer will, Death made him take all of it and he could certainly feel every inch stuck deep into his esophagus. He could just barely breathe around it and still wasn’t given the chance to properly adjust. On top of the flesh that was taking up so much space past his lips, the knot was also pressed firmly to Callum’s nose. With every thrust it was roughly battering his nose, not enough to make it bleed but the marten was left to wonder if it would be bruised by the end of it all. 

After several minutes of relentless throat pounding, Death finally pulled his cock back abruptly, taking a moment to stroke himself with his hand. While pawing at his own dick, Callum was left coughing and fighting for a moment to collect himself. He was hardly given the time to do so, being suddenly gripped and pushed again, having all of the wolf’s cock jammed back into his throat all at once. 

He heard Callum’s groan of discomfort and just chuckled darkly in response. Even worse than before, Death fucked Callum’s throat. He reached deeper, thrust harder and faster as well. He only pulled back his cock a bit, keeping most of it grinding against those soft and warm borders. Forcing out his gags also led to his own cock being hugged with even greater tightness, the perfect thing for him to hump against. 

Being pushed beyond what should have been his limits, Callum did the best he could to get used to it all. But between the force, erratic pacing, and the thick gushes of precum that filled his throat to the point that he couldn’t breath unless he managed to swallow it all down quickly enough. While he was struggling to handle it all, Death’s sounds of pleasure were growing all the more intense. His hands had roamed, both taking hold of Callum’s sides. They pulled and pushed him along, wielding the marten’s body like a living fleshlight. Having his hands pinned to his sides, Callum was left with even less autonomy than before. 

Against the continued spurts of precum, the mustelid was swallowing as best he could but with his entire body being rocked back and forth it was hard to keep up with it all. He coughed, precum spilling out and dripping down his chin. He could taste the intensity of the sweat on the canine’s cock and the musky precum’s flavor was just as potent, clinging hard to his taste buds. 

The canine’s growls were constant, rumbling vibrations ran down his body and made their way to Callum. He was enjoying everything about the other male’s mouth: the wetness, tightness, and warmth that never let lost its intensity. The abundance of pine marten spit and his own excess of precum made it so easy for him to pump his cock back and forth. Moving Callum’s body with so much smoothness made it as if he really was nothing more than a toy. The gushing of the wolf’s precum brought him greater excitement, feeling his own fluids leaking from the toy’s opening. 

As he pushed down hard and kept himself lodged in deep, Death took another moment to enjoy the feeling. But that’s when he felt Callum struggling against him. The pine marten was fighting against his grip, not with the intent of getting away but from the need to breathe. The pure thickness and deluge of wolf precum made it all but impossible for him. 

For as a much as Death was enjoying his pet, he sighed and eased up. Callum would be no good to him if he actually choked to death. Sure he would have the soul he was meant to collect but that would leave him without a pet and he had come this far…

“Fine…” Death muttered to himself, deciding that he would ease up from now on. 

Callum was glad to have a moment to really breathe and clear his throat when Death eased back, pulling his entire cock free. It was shimmering with a mix of spit and precum. When the pine marten was ready again Death shoved his cock back in. Though it wasn’t to the point that he was choking on it, the wolf was still using the smaller male to his leisure. 

Callum was able to handle this much better. He still gagged around the cock but liked that better than what he had just been through. As best as he could manage, Callum drank down the incoming waves of precum. He felt it running down his throat and into his stomach, keeping it all warm and feeling a bit heavy at this point. His body was still being moved back and forth and with every pull that knot came in to bump against his lips and nose, keeping the smell and taste of it intense on his tongue and in his nose. 

“You’re a bit fragile right now but we can work on that. Now get ready for me to knot that mouth,” Death said with a dark chuckle. He would be more gentle this time but one way or another his pet would be taking it all. 

More effort was put on the wolf’s end, rocking his hips even faster and with a bit more force. There was emphasis on pushing his fat knot against Callum’s mouth, forcing it to stretch even further. The more he did this, the more that eased in a bit. As best as he could, the pine marten didn’t force it and endured the further discomfort and pain of having his jaw wedged further open. 

A hard thrust came that finally did the trick. Callum groaned deeply around the knot as it was forced inside but his noises were drowned up by Death’s deep snarl. The canine threw his head back and howled deeply, having held his climax just long enough. What came from his pointed tip were thicker and hotter jets of cum that were quick to fill Callum’s throat, making it swell and bulge further. 

The thrusting and moving of his body had stopped and the mustelid was able to focus on a single objective. It was still a challenge to keep up with the deluge of cum that came surging from the pointed tip. Most was being pumped heavily into his stomach while the rest was oozing out, falling from his stuck-open mouth and splattering onto the floor. This was the way it was for the entire duration of the canine’s orgasm, lasting until Death sighed deeply from the satisfaction he felt. 

Death pulled is cock free, leaving Callum coughing and gasping. While he needed a bit of time to collect himself, the wolf was ready for the next round though hardly any time had passed. Still having his hands on the pine marten, it was no trouble at all for Death to spin the smaller male around, getting him in position for the next round. Callum, still slightly dazed and swallowing the cum that was still thick in his throat, could feel the pointed cocktip poking underneath his tail. 

“Should be an even tighter fit,” Death said excitedly. 

Giving no care to whether or not his pet was ready for it, Death was quick to push his tip inside. Callum hissed and squirmed in his grip, taking heavy breaths as his unprepared rim was being stretched out. He groaned from the ring being breached, useless to stop the following inches from sliding in afterwards. It felt big in his throat, but now that it was filling his ass, Callum was really getting a feel for how big Death’s cock was.  Even when the tip was fully inside, there was still a lot for the pine marten to take.  

It came as a shock when Death thrust his cock forwards. Callum had hoped that the slow entry would persist but the sudden push had his hole stuffed even more and his rim spread even further around the thickest part of Death’s cock. 

Death still wasn’t paying attention to the marten’s discomforts. He was too focused on the hole that was very much tighter than the throat. Shoving several inches that were all being squeezed down on. The noises from Callum were all but drowned out by the much bigger creature’s deep groans of pleasure. Now about half of his cock was in, back to throbbing and leaking inside of the gripping passage. 

“Fuck, your entire body is so warm and tight!” Death snarled. 

Callum didn’t say anything in response, focusing instead on keeping his breathing steady. It seemed the moment he adjusted to the amount of cock inside of him there was more being pushed in without any sort of warning given before it came. This was how it was until all but the knot was in, throbbing and leaking against his quavering walls. 

“Here’s your warning,” Death said ominously. He pulled back slowly, basking in the feeling of every inch gliding out of the now lubricated hole. When just the tip was inside, the wolf thrust in hard again, shoving all but the knot back in. Callum’s body was rocked forwards but was still being held firmly in the rough and painful grip. Death was still using his claws, dragging them along Callum’s body as it moved. The pain of being scratched and feeling his ass being forced to take it all at once left him completely stunned. 

Death still wasn’t giving him the chance to adjust, now roughly thrusting into the passage that kept itself so perfectly wrapped around his dick. His deep grunts and pants filled the living room, overpowering the groans and squeaks that were being forced out of Callum. With the forward push of Death’s hips, his balls came swinging in as well. The repeated pressing of the knot against his ass came in a sense of even deeper dread that was renewed with every thrust. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the throbbing bulb would be forced under his tail. It had been bad enough when slammed into his mouth but Callum wasn’t sure if he could handle it…

For the next five minutes, Callum was being rutted hard by the lupine, his body being moved because of the rough force. Making it even worse for him were those claws, digging in and dragging against the skin beneath his fur. As the pace and force were increased, the claws were sending ripples of pain through the pine marten. He continued to take deep breaths to steady himself, but doing so filled his nose and lungs with the embodiment of death’s musk. The smell of him was heavy in the air and the backside of Callum was starting to feel damp from the perspiration being rubbed into his own fur. 

“Rrgh!” Death’s hips suddenly surged forwards and he knotted the marten, making Callum gasp and wince from the heavy amount of stretching and filling he was suddenly made to endure. He cried out but the sound seemed to just turn Death on; his cock throbbed much harder than before and released a hot spurt of precum. While Death took a moment to just get used to the feeling of having it all inserted, Callum was whimpering and squirming, hoping that the much too large knot would be pulled out again. 

He got his wish, groaning through clenched teeth as the bulb was pulled out with a loud ‘pop.’ Trembling and gasping heavily, Callum felt his stretched hole winking around the rest of the cock. 

Death was back to pumping his cock back in but he gave an extra hard push that got his knot back in. When pulling back he made sure to tug it out again, much to Callum’s prolonged discomfort. Callum realized that he was being knotfucked, over and over again, it was being jammed past his aching rim. The beaten ring was made to expand from it going in and tugging out relentlessly. 

Death was wasting no time in fucking his new pet hard, feeling the untrained ass squeezing down on him, the walls seemingly trying to push his cock and knot out. But his strength was greater and a simple surge ahead was all it took to get it all inside again. He heard Callum’s strains and pants but just found them arousing and amusing. Keeping his hold tight, Death purposely dug his claws in deeper, finding a greater thrill in knowing that he was truly making this mortal his own. 

“Yeah, it’s going to be so good coming back home to a trained bitch…” Death thought aloud. As he reached in deeper, Callum’s hole was clenching down harder in response to certain spots being touched along the way. 

A few more hard thrusts were given before Death knotted the pine marten for the final time. For the second time, Death howled out as he came again. Surges of his cum were being pumped in, having nowhere else to go thanks to the knot. While the figure was riding out the blissful pleasures that came from his climax, Callum was still wincing from the fat gushes of hot cum that were making his stomach expand even more. The rushing of sticky heat was bringing the marten just enough relief for him to relax a bit, but the panging in his tailhole was a constant reminder of how he had just been used. 

Even when Death eventually finished shooting his load, he had yet to pull Callum from his fully engorged knot. Instead he stood up from the stool, bringing the smaller male up with him, left dangling on the cock. Callum groaned from the strain he felt on his hole. The knot was tugging against his rim but it wasn’t slipping out. Even as the wolf began to walk around his home, getting himself something to drink to cool off with, Callum was left just dangling between his legs. The wolf supported the mustelid’s weight and wasn’t fazed by the weighing down of his own cock.

As the wolf was pouring himself something, swinging his hips about all the while, Callum felt the tugging in his ass and the pressing of many spots within him. A few of these unforgiving tugs were enough to force Callum into an unexpected climax. He shook with wide eyes, feeling his cock throbbing and shooting ropes against the kitchen floor. Death chuckled at the sight and then groaned a bit from the squeezes that came as a natural response. 

While Callum was trying to gather himself, Death returned to the living room and sat himself down on the couch, having his legs spread while the pine marten was just trying to collect himself…

Callum was grateful for the short break he was given but that was only because Death was taking a moment to enjoy his drink. When he was finished the focus was back on the pine marten. 

“Don’t get too comfortable, [i]marta[/i]…” Death warned. He had something special in mind for his pet. His cock was still fully hard and firmly knotted deep inside of the other male’s hole. There was no more work for him to do today and he intended to take full advantage of that. He also intended to really train his pet. It was clear to him now that Callum was capable of taking his cock but there was much more required from the mustelid of he was going to be kept by the figure. 

Death raised his body up and took hold of Callum pulling him back towards himself and underneath. With the knot still inside of him, the pine marten was laying on his back. When he looked up, the only thing for him to see was Death’s tail moving out of the way to reveal his tailhole. His eyes needed to adjust to the lower amount of light. When he did, Callum thought he was seeing things because the fur directly around the canine’s hole was noticeably darker in color. As the bigger male’s rump came slowly easing down, Callum began to notice that the darker color was actually brownish against the smooth grey fur that covered the rest of the canine’s body. 

When Death’s ass came in real close, Callum gasped at the sight that met him. Clinging to the browned fur were dried flakes and crumbs. It didn’t take the pine marten very long to realize that these flakes were made of feces that hadn’t been cleaned away properly by the lupine. The hole was just a few inches from his nose and the strong smell of shit made him gag. He closed his eyes to avoid the sight but the scent was just getting stronger as the rim drew all the closer to his muzzle. 

“If you want to keep your life you’ll be a good seat,” Death warned, making it clear that Callum wasn’t off the hook just yet. He felt the shuddering beneath him and smirked. “It’s best that you get used to it quickly. I’ve been looking for a good means of…relief…” 

“W-wait!” Callum exclaimed as the wolf put his weight down. His next words were completely blocked by Death’s ass. Being made to suck and then take the cock in his ass was one thing but there was no way that he willingly would let the dirty rim press against his face. But then again, this was his life that was being offered in exchange. If he failed to appease the embodiment, he would likely be killed off permanently. While grappling if this was all worth it or not, Death sat himself fully on top of Callum’s face, sighing comfortably as he did so. 

It was too late for Callum to make a choice, already being nearly smothered under the still sweaty ass. But the swear being smeared onto his lips was nothing compared to the rank fetid smell of shit that was also being rubbed onto the surface of his nose. Naturally he cringed from the odor and kept his mouth clamped against the hot winking surface that was being ground against it. More sweat was being smeared and some of it was mixed with the residue of wolf scat, rubbing the foul odor and taste onto Callum’s facial fur. While he was groaning from the pure disgust he was feeling, Death had said something that Callum hadn’t fully heard. But the tone of voice used was a commanding one and even more weight was pushed down, the rim being pressed to his lips specifically. Callum had a good idea of what the wolf wanted from him and felt his stomach turn just from the thought. Closing his eyes, Callum did his best to pretend that he wasn’t about to lick a shitty rim. 

Callum figured that somehow touching his tongue to the dirty opening wouldn’t be [i]that [/i]bad. Callum started out with a series of licks that were brisk and light, only touching the surface just enough to bring Death the pleasure he was likely looking for. While doing that he was doing his best to breathe in a limited amount but that didn’t do much to keep the stench from pouring into his nose. 

Working fast in hopes of just getting it over with, Callum started off by not licking directly at the rim but around it while starting off. The taste of the rank fermented sweat struck his tongue, the flavor making him want to reel it back immediately. The dense salty flavor of old sweat combined with the unique spicy taste of what Callum could only assume was the remnants of waste.He did his best to not dwell on that and instead just did his best to get himself used to it like Death said. Maybe if he could quickly adjust to the ranker tastes and smells then maybe he could get past this…

Death felt his rim being avoided but didn’t say anything about it just yet, letting the marten work at his own pace for now. He could tell that Callum was forcing himself to do this and on some level his efforts were commendable. The pink muscle was twirling around the outside of his rim, cleaning up the sweat and light streaks that surrounded it. His weight kept the marten’s mouth trapped right where he wanted it and Callum had little other choice than to do what he wanted. But gradually the outside was being cleaned up and soon there would only be one area left for his pet to put his tongue. 

To make his wants clear, Death again ground his ass against the smaller mammal’s face again, making sure that his dirty rim was scrubbing the soft mouth. It touched against Callum’s tongue before it quickly reeled back again. A muffled sound of disgust came from him as well, a sound that just made Death laugh a bit. He kept his ass pressed down, not intending to let up until he got what he wanted. “I’m overdue for a good cleaning. This is going to be one of your tasks as my pet. So don’t think this is a one-time thing.” 

Still pinned under the larger and heavier body, Callum had no means of getting away and with more weight coming down, the rim was being pushed firmly to his face, making it all the harder for him to breathe more than just a little bit at a time. Knowing that the wolf would have no problems smothering him if he needed to, Callum caved and finally touched his tongue to the rim directly. Just as he feared the taste that met him was wholly more intense and offending than just the sweat and bits of the scat. This was a direct taste of the wolf’s scat that had been caked onto the surface. Not only was it deeply bitter but it was also clinging to his taste buds, staying stuck on them like a greasy film. 

“That’s it. Just take it nice and slow… No need to rush,” Death said. There was something he wanted to do while resting comfortably on top of Callum. A need that needed to be taken care of aside from the cleaning of his hole. He had been out all day before making his deal with the marten and during his short breaks he had meals and had drinks. The latter of which had passed through him and the results were currently stored in his bladder, which was giving off the feeling that told Death he needed to take a piss. 

Without a second thought, Death leaned back and began pissing. With his knot still stuck inside of Callum’s ass, that meant his piss was going directly inside of him as well. With his tip lodged in so deep it felt as if the hot fluid was rushing directly into his stomach on Callum’s end. He was also struggling to endure the unwashed hole that he was made to clean with nothing more than his tongue. At first Callum’s insides reacted, his colon pushing with the intent to expel the fluid. But that didn’t happen. Just the knot alone was enough to keep it all stuck inside just as the cum already was. Keeping Callum in place by sitting on him at the same time, Death could almost imagine the expression on the smaller male’s face, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Agreeing to be his pet meant that Callum was at his complete mercy; he could treat the marten any way he saw fit, no matter how cruel or disgusting it would be for him. 

The stream grew even stronger and the canine’s sensitive ears could hear the liquid sloshing around inside of Callum. While the squirming was still going on beneath him, a product of the dual punishment of Callum taking piss in his ass while also being made to run his tongue along the muddy surface. 

“Ahhh…” Death sighed, titling his head back as he really let himself relax and let his flow loose. Being a supernatural being came with a lot of perks. His abilities and talents didn’t stop at just being able to track down his victims wherever they may be at any given time. His stamina was much higher than any mortal for one, meaning he could bounce back from a climax in nearly an instant. 

Another “talent” of his was taking huge pisses that were of large volume while also being released in huge amounts. The blissful release of unleashing the contents of his bladder after such a long time was a reward in itself,  but what really brought him delight was that it was all going inside of his reluctant pet. Knowing that he wasn’t enjoying this made it all even better for the wolf. 

Callum had a hard enough time getting himself to endure the taste of the canine’s pucker and just as he felt it was becoming just slightly easier for him, Callum felt a sudden heat trickling inside of him. Still being fully knotted, the pine marten was quick to assume that Death was cumming again but his cock wasn’t throbbing inside of him and the liquid rushing from his tip was much too…watery. The force of it coming out, washing against his walls before joining the cum inside of him made Callum realize that Death was pissing inside of him. And when he did the marten couldn’t shudder hard enough. Being faced with shit on one end and piss on the other, Callum began to realize just what his new role in life entailed but it was too late to turn back. Even if he refused to do more and got himself killed for it, he had already licked shit and taken piss in his ass…

Callum made a choice and decided to just endure. If he was to play this role it wouldn’t be for nothing, at least that’s how he saw it. He mentally prepared himself, feeling that the flow wasn’t slowing up. In fact the wolf was still humming from the pleasure of draining his full bladder, releasing a seemingly unending piss. There was so much being pumped into him that Callum felt his stomach starting to bloat. While his master was enjoying himself, the mustelid was feeling some strain from deep inside, his insides being forced to make room for the deluge of hot and musky liquid waste. 

Callum’s stomach swelled even more from the added amount of urine that was being released directly into his deepest parts. As much as he could feel it, Callum could hear the mix of hot fluids; the gushes of the piss that was rushing from the tip and the sloshes from within his stomach as Death shifted a bit. It was spreading within him, taking up all the space that it could because of that knot refusing to even let a single drop get past. On the receiving end of it all, Callum was left wondering if Death’s bladder was somehow self-refilling. This urination was lasting much longer than what should have been possible and yet the stream itself was going strong with no signs of strength power in sight. 

Callum had stopped licking, putting his focus in just braving the ever-swelling state of his body. More and more was pouring into him, making the expansion of his stomach all the more intense. Callum hadn’t even noticed that his body was being inflated more than what should have been possible, instead trying to keep it together against the feeling of sickness that came over him. 

“Just a little more,” Death said. “I expect you’ll feel a little discomfort afterwards but with enough [i]practice [/i]you’ll get used to it. I have heard tales that your kind are rather stretchy, both inside and out,” Death’s tone was unexpectedly encouraging, giving the pine marten a weird feeling. He didn’t expect to be supported but he also knew it wouldn’t be enough to get him out of taking more piss. 

Just as he assumed, Callum’s body was being forced past its assumed limits. HIs stomach had been made to make room for the hot and musky liquid that had nowhere else to go. But eventually the deluge of wolf piss eventually slowed up and then ceased into trickles. Even then he wasn’t given relief as his stomach was churning and gurgling from the stress it was under. The only thing keeping him from throwing it all up was knowing that he would be forced to lick that up too. 

“Not bad so far. Now get back to licking my ass,” Death said firmly. 

Swallowing his pride, Callum closed his eyes and touched his tongue to the messy rim again. As he had before, the marten started with greater speed than before, hoping that he could make quick work of the task. But it turned out to be more difficult than he expected. His tongue trembled and spasmed against the strong flavor and he had to pause often to keep himself from retching. The film of waste residue remained thick on his tongue, becoming all the thicker the more he licked. Working as best he could, Callum managed to clean up the outside. 

Just as Callum assumed that the task was finally done, the wolf’s ass came down even more, grinding against his lips and tongue again. The hole flexed and opened a bit against the mustelid’s wet tongue, giving Callum just a slight taste of the even dirtier insides. That small taste was more than enough to make Callum jerk in reaction.  But the weight on top of him kept his body firmly in place. 

His tongue managed to slip inside a bit and another push had even more of it reaching inside of the canine’s unclean bowels. “Your task of cleaning is both inside and out. Now get to it!” Death gripped Callum’s arm and dug his claws in, this time hard enough to pierce the skin and make it bleed.

Callum whimpered but did as he was told, forcing himself to push his tongue inside. If he wanted to avoid more painful punishment, he had to just get this over with. As the tight hole stretched around his appendage, Callum was groaning but his sounds were drowned out by Death’s moans. His knotted cock was back to throbbing against the wrapped passage. 

Pushing his tongue in deeper led to it making contact with the inner lining and much to his dismay the surfaces were even grimier than the outside. Meeting his sense of taste was an even ranker taste that made him want to pull it back immediately but Death still had a grip in his hand and could easily dig his claws in again. 

Callum wasn’t exactly sure what he was meant to do specifically. So he began to run his tongue along the walls, forcing himself to collect the thick greasy waste remnants. It was like a paste that was clinging to the wet muscle. The more he licked, the greater amount of filth he was met with. Doing the best he could, Callum just aimed to lick all over, hoping that would be enough to satisfy the wolf. So far Death wasn’t saying anything more. He was just moaning and his cock was throbbing while [i]still [/i]inside of the pine marten’s ass. 

While Callum was just trying to keep himself from throwing up, Death was very much enjoying the appendage’s contact. His knotted cock was harder than ever. It throbbed hard and sprayed a thick gush of canine precum directly inside of Callum’s ass, panting and wagging his tail as he enjoyed the pleasures that were coursing through his body. His filthy butt was being gradually cleaned from inside and areas like the prostate being touched along the way kept him appeased. 

 Death told him to lick harder and the pine marten did so, reaching in even deeper while also pressing with more force against the walls. At this point his tongue was heavily coated in the slimy lingers of wolf scat and the taste was assaulting his senses every moment. Having the hole opened up allowed the smell to come out as well, pouring into Callum’s nose at the same time, leaving him unable to do more than just somehow just get through all of this. 

Death was still moaning out as the tongue was swirling around his insides, scooping away more of his shit residue. He jumped a bit and hummed when the tongue touched another sensitive spot inside of him, causing his cock to release another pressurized rope of musky wolf pre. 

In time the entire length of Callum’s tongue was inside of Death’s ass. The tongue was scoring along the foul smelling and tasting walls and honestly he was making good progress in cleaning away the brown gunk. With so much licking, his own saliva was leaking back onto Callum’s face, soaking it in the mix of spit and shit. The heavy stink was clinging to the fur of his face, filling Callum’s nose with every breath. 

Death’s moans were slowly turning into growls as the pleasure within him was only increasing. Callum’s tongue was giving his prostate a lot of attention. From this button being touched, his cock was throbbing and leaking even more. With every lick given he felt himself being pushed further along. He did his best to endure that but after a few more he was pushed over the edge and grit his fangs, snarling through them as he came for a second time inside of Callum, shooting thick and hot hot ropes that were just adding to the mess already inside of the smaller male. 

In a very short amount of time Death recovered from his orgasm and wore a smirk as he felt Callum still licking far past his rim. He was extremely pleased with Callum’s performance so far. The pine marten was still licking, even as he felt multiple tight clenches around his tongue from the wolf’s orgasm. What he couldn’t see was Death’s nefarious smirk. Even after all of this, he still had another “surprise” for Callum. 

“Good. Good boy…” Death said with a tone of voice that gave Callum a false sense of hope that this was all finally over. 

But the wolf kept himself comfortably sitting on top of the other male. “Now…you’re going to swallow my shit!” 

Before Callum could even process those words, Death grunted and the first log of waste was being pushed through his bowels. It all happened so quickly, reaching Callum’s muzzle while it was still open and connected to the canine’s hole. A very soft log of shit was pushed directly into Callum’s mouth and another came right after, pushing the first log even further into his muzzle. With nowhere else to go, the fresh waste had nowhere else to go but past the mustelid’s lips. Though mushy, the logs were still thick as they came sliding past the expanded rim. Callum’s brain finally processes the situation and his attempts to spit out the stuff but it was useless as another one was coming in, filling his already stuffed-full mouth. 

Death was giving him no mercy, freely releasing the logs that were traveling through his guts. It was all being forced into Callum’s mouth but the mustelid couldn’t handle it all. The soft stuff came gushing and oozing from the corners of his muzzle, piling up as it slid down the sides of his face. The logs were becoming softer over time, making it all the easier to slip through the gaps, covering more of Callum’s face. Realizing that he was being used as a toilet was just too much for Callum. He struggled to get the wolf off of him and felt tears welling in his mouth as he held the heavy amount of shit in his mouth. Death didn’t stop on his account and showed that his guts were just as powerful as his bladder, still releasing an ungodly amount of waste that added to what was already there. 

Callum’s head was soon all but submerged by the steaming wolf waste and it seemed that Death wasn’t done yet. The soft logs became all the softer until what came from the unpuckered wolfhole was boiling hot, liquidy shit that sprayed out. It seeped through the gaps left in the coils and chunks of already muddy scat. It went further beyond, soaking Callum’s facial fur even further, practically bathing him in the stuff. 

Callum still held the shit in his mouth, tears freely streaming down his eyes as he tried to just keep himself from being drowned in the foul excretions. Death grunted and a final thick jet of shit came out, followed by the hiss of some gas. The wolf sighed from the satisfaction he felt but then growled as he felt Callum struggling beneath him. 

“I said swallow it!!” Death snarled. There was a ‘shing’ sound and Callum gulped as he felt the cold and sharp metal of a scythe pressing to his arm. “Being my pet means you’ll obey or I’ll cut you apart. [i]Miembro por miembro[/i]…”

Callum gulped the fresh bowel-sludge down so fast that he hadn’t tasted it at first. But he could feel the soft chunks sliding down his throat, joining the mix of piss and cum that was already inside of his over-inflated stomach. His body was screaming for him to stop. With every swallow there came a retch and the feeling of the stuff coming back up but Callum did all he could to keep it all down, knowing that Death was no longer being patient with him. 

Death kept the scythe pressed to Callum’s arm, it being so close that a single tug would be enough to either cut him severely or just plain lob it off entirely. This was enough of a motivator to get the shit down his throat, gradually clearing away the mess that kept his mouth full. 

As soon as his mouth was free for more, Death huffed and pushed again, this time unleashing a thick flood of searing diarrhea that was downright assaulting in taste. It was like a dam being broken, and Callum had no choice but to drink the stuff down as it came, his mouth being filled by another rush as soon as his mouth was free and clear again. At least there was no need for him to chew any of it, all he had to do was keep swallowing large amounts like hot, slightly chunky soup. The sounds of Death’s pleasant sighs were the sounds that he focused on, doing his best to ignore the gross sounding gushes and splatters that came from the waste blasting from the hole that was now dirty all over again… 

The wolf pushed more and the deluge of shit came out with greater force, requiring Callum to act even more to keep the stuff from spilling out even more. His cheeks bulged somewhat as his mouth was full of the soupy stuff. He just barely managed to handle it all, taking huge and audible gulps that sent it all rushing into his churning stomach. Aside from the mess that still surrounded him, a few thin lines of shit had leaked from the corners of the pine marten’s mouth but it was luckily not enough to anger the wolf. The last of the wolf’s bowel contents were blown out and Callum just barely managed to drink down the stuff, being all too thankful when Death’s re-dirtied ass was raised up again. 

“Not bad. You’ll get better with time…” Death said, suggesting that this was only the beginning. The wolf then turned around and grabbed Callum by the neck. He tugged the smaller male upwards with just enough force to wrench his knot from the hole. Callum was left hissing and groaning from the flash of pain that came from the sudden stretching of his hole around the still fully expanded bulb. Coming next was the rush of fluids that had overfilled his stomach, a perfect blend of piss, shit, and cum. The stuff came gushing from his tailhole and he couldn’t stop it, feeling the same kind of humiliation that came from losing control of his bowels in public.  Death just laughed at him while keeping a firm grip on his neck. It wasn’t enough to choke the smaller male but was enough to keep Callum paralyzed out of sheer fear of what was coming next…

Death waited until the mix stopped leaking out of Callum. His stomach deflated somewhat but it was still plump looking and heavy with plenty of wolf packed-in waste and essence. What came next was something that he wouldn’t have ever predicted. Death opened his mouth and pulled Callum towards himself. He then closed his mouth around the marten’s entire hard, gently suckling on it. Callum felt the tongue moving all over his face and the wolf seemed completely unfazed by the caked on shit that still clung to the fur. The more he licked, the more the wolf’s breath smelled of his own shit, meaning that Callum still wasn’t given relief from the stench. 

After a bit of this, Callum was then pushed inside of the mouth, sliding over the tongue that had been licking all over his face. Being pushed in further led to Callum’s face first being pressed against the start of Death’s throat. He tried to pull away, assuming that even after everything he had done, Death had still chosen to kill him. For all of his struggling, the wolf was still strong enough to keep pushing and his throat opened up to allow Callum in. 

The walls of his throat were hot and slippery, allowing him to slide right in with surprising ease. A sinking heat engulfed the mustelid entirely and his struggling was rendered useless. The throat was pressed snug like a too tight sleeping bag. Being unable to even move his arms, Callum could do nothing against the passage pulling him downwards while the tongue was licking at what hadn’t been pulled in yet. 

Gradually Callum was being pulled in further, slowly sinking lower. When just his legs were left outside of the wolf’s mouth, he swallowed and pulled him the pine marten down even further, suddenly bringing the entirety of his body inside. Now all of the smaller male was bound, his body being slathered in the gooey warmth in saliva that combined with the sludgy scat that was still clinging to his matted down pelt. 

Still thinking that this was a death sentence, Callum was doing his best to somehow get out of this. All of his struggling was for not, the throat’s muscles were pulling him downwards no matter what he did and feeling Death’s tongue sweeping over his feet made Callum shudder. His heart was racing, pure fear coursing through his veins. 

The smell of his fear only worked to make Death even hungrier. The squeezing walls just kept tugging downwards, guiding the pine marten further. Feeling him squirming just gave Death more amusement. He enjoyed the feeling of his prey moving around, trying in vain to get themselves out. It only took a small gulp to pull Callum down even more, just a bit but enough for the mustelid to be squeezed even more, his body tightly packed against the strong throat muscles. Two more of these gulps was all it took for Callum to come tumbling down into Death’s stomach, dropping down into a mushy mess of already digested and partially digested food. 

Trapped within the confines of Death’s stomach, Callum was afforded more room but he couldn’t see anything. But he could certainly smell and what he smelled was the pungent aroma of food that was being burned away by acids, releasing gasses. That smell wasn’t helped by the aroma of his own shit-covered body, being quick to fill up the poorly ventilated area. 

Still feeling Callum’s movements within him, Death made a simple sweep of his hand that cleaned the pile of shit from his couch, leaving no trace of it. Yawning and stretching from the comfort of a full belly, Death decided to end the night by getting some sleep, after all he would be right back to collecting souls the very next day. 

For what had to be hours, Callum could do nothing more than just sit inside Death’s belly. He was no longer panicking, finding that his damp body wasn’t being digested unlike the remaining foodstuffs around him. Unlike his master he couldn’t sleep, finding it hard to when the churns and gurgles of the stomach were so loud from his perspective, let alone the ever-lasting disgust that came from feeling the mush of nasty digested food touching him, reaching all the way up to his chest, clinging to his body like thick mud, and the smell had gotten worse as more food had gotten broken down. 

From just plain exhaustion, Callum felt ready to collapse some indeterminate amount of time later but just as he closed his eyes, leaning against one of the slimy walls. That’s when there was this change, this draining that was strong enough to pull him into the gunky stew of food and stomach fluid. Along with the rest of the wolf’s stomach contents, Callum was being pulled down into the intestines. Just like before, the pine marten’s body was being squeezed down on all sides, keeping his hands pinned to his sides and his legs unable to do more than shift against each other.

He was just barely able to breathe, being all but surrounded by the hot goop. The feeling kept him shuddering in disgust but even worse was the smell that struck his nose. There were tar-like digested foods sliding along in front of him and a lot more behind, the force of it moving along pushing him forwards as well. Callum had no idea what would happen to him. He managed to avoid being melted by the stomach acid but the tightness of Death’s guts was endlessly constricting and it felt as if the mess behind him could seep around and engulf his face, completely drowning him in the stuff…

Callum figured it was best to stay ahead of the slow moving ooze so he did his best to relax and let himself be moved along by the walls. Gradually he was being moved along the length of Death’s small intestines. Sometimes his body would stop and some of the sludge behind him would seep around, reaching up to his face. Thankfully he was kept from being smothered in it so far. With so much foulness surrounding him, Callum began to consider if this had all been worth it, that maybe he should have just died with dignity when he had the chance…

Eventually he was brought to the end of the small intestines, pressed against a wall. There seemed to be nowhere else to go. His face was being pushed into it still, the pressure becoming unbearable and the digested matter had caught up with him, making its way up to his shoulder. Callum could only gasp in a panicked way, taking in lungfuls of the offending air around him. 

Looking around, Callum noticed that the walls were greasy and browned. He could feel the blended up foodstuffs gushing and sloshing against him, seeping through any of the many gaps it could, making all kinds of sounds that made his skin crawl. Just when it seemed he would be completely engulfed, the “wall” opened up and allowed both Callum and the thick mix through. It was just short of his shoulders, clinging to his body like hot tar and bringing its nose-burning smell along with it. 

Now in the large intestine, Callum was pushed slowly around with more room this time. His feeling of relief didn’t last very long as gradually, over the period of his slow “journey,” Callum felt the muck all over his body starting to become solid, like mud on his body drying in the hot sun. This was happening to the rest of the mess that was around, in front, and behind Callum. It was then that it finally clicked for Callum. His mind had been racing so much that he hadn’t realized that he was going through the wolf’s digestive system in the same way that any ordinary particle of food was. And in the intestine the food was being formed into feces on and around him. 

The hardening around him was enough to keep him bound again but the scat was the semi-soft kind that he had been made to eat earlier.  For so long Callum was left to wonder how much longer he would be made to endure this. He could feel things shifting from what had to be Death moving about, meaning it had to be long enough for the figure to wake up. 

Being stuck inside of the wolf’s body, Callum was forced to just endure the movements, some being much more extreme and drastic than the others, suggesting that Death was either chasing or fighting against someone. This knocking about caused some of the shit to slosh around, splattering onto Callum’s face, even getting into his eye a bit, making him wince. 

He was thankful when the extreme moving had stopped but by then his body was being squeezed, even more than before. Now it felt as if he was going to be crushed and no amount of squirming against the shit or muscled walls did anything to alleviate it. Just like before the slow moving was stepped when he was being pushed against a wall that wouldn’t budge and the pushing continued, bringing the rest of the soft mucky shit up to the rest of him, giving him less and less room to breathe…

There came light as the wall opened up and then his body came sliding forwards with a shocking amount of ease. Callum was almost happy to have his face sliding past the expanded ring and when he was able to look around he found himself surrounded by two furred mounds. Below him was some dark grass and some of the shit that had already slid out before. 

Death grunted and the next part of Callum to slide out was his shoulders. He was coming out inch by inch, all the while there was a series of squishes and hisses heard as the marten’s slimy shot-coated body slid past the spread rim. When Callum’s arms were free he was able to prepare himself properly for hitting the ground. 

At the same time, Death was panting, his eyes lidded and his tongue lolling a bit from the satisfying pleasure of pushing the marten out of him, feeling him sliding out slowly but with just as much ease as any other bowel movement. 

While Callum was exposed to fresh air once more the only thing he could smell was wolf shit and taking a deep breath had caused him to gag hard again. The soft waste clinging to his body left him painted brown from head to toe, even his weight accents were indistinguishable from the rest of him. It was set in deep from the many, many hours spent moving through Death’s guts. 

Another push came and Callum fell face first in the pile of waste already on the ground. His hands were out but it quickly became apparent that Callum’s body was weak. He wheezed as he landed in the dung pile with a “splat” sound and then came another grunt from the wolf that brought a cascade of sludgy shit, just short of being straight liquid. It came streaming from the expanded hole and Death groaned deeply as he released the rest of his bowels’ contents. 

He was squatting and had an arm stretched out, resting against a nearby tree to keep himself balanced. Underneath him, Callum was too weak and something inside of him had broken from the experience. He didn’t attempt to move away from the shit that was raining down onto his body, just accepting the treatment while the wolf was still relieving himself. When the last spurts of squishy waste came out, Callum was surrounded by the stuff. It was both beneath and on top of him. 

“Ah, you’ve been in there for some time, [i]marta[/i],” Death said. “Now stand up, against the tree.” He stood up and pointed to the tree that his hand had been on previously. 

Seeing how obedient his pet was, Death smirked as he gripped the portion of his cock that had slipped from the sheath. With a small grunt he got the contents of his bladder flowing and was sighing again as he began pissing. 

The abused, humiliated, and weakened pine marten made no attempts to resist the flow of hot liquid waste that was aimed at him. It rushed over Callum’s body, starting right at the center of his body. Callum groaned from the feeling but there was something good about being marked by the canine. The scat that had clung to him so densely was being washed away by the force of Death’s piss stream. 

Callum found that he preferred the soaking and dark yellow that clung to his fur over the brown that was being washed away. The smell was already sticking to him as well, also being something that Callum welcomed, but only because he wanted the wolf shit washed from his body so fervently. He just stood there and let his body be washed in the dark yellow fluid, feeling more and more of the sticking shit was cleaned away. When the stream weakened the waste wasn’t entirely gone but the amount had been eased enough for Callum to not shudder in disgust every second. 

“Alright, pet. I’ve got a full schedule today. Now get back on my knot!” The time afforded for his break was nearly over and if he wanted to stay on schedule, the act would have to be done quickly. Following his command, Callum approached and let himself be snatched up, letting out a weak groan as he was then speared on the wolf’s cock, pushed down on the knot as well. The canine groaned and his cock throbbed inside of Callum. He tucked the pine marten’s wet and smelly body back into his pants, taking a deep breath before he raced off in the direction of his next “bounty.”