Slave
By DirtCoyote
Everett swung his head around, trying to follow the sound of his father’s voice. Behind him was just the same endless fields of grass, flowers, and trees. They all rose and fell with his breathing, a calmness coming over him as he stared into the pedals and leaves. Nowhere was his father to be found, though Everett was certain he’d just heard him. An unsettling feeling of knowing two things were true but impossible to exist at the same time clouded his thoughts.
The horses veered to the side of the road, dragging the cart up along the hill before stopping suddenly. They whinied, stomping their hooves on the ground and waiting for Everett to turn them back. He lifted his head up, looking for the tunnel to help get them back on the path...except, why did he care? What was on the other side of the tunnel that was so important? Maybe his dad could help him figure out what he was supposed to be doing?
“Dad?” Everett called out, sure the older maned wolf had just been there with him. The horses seemed to get confused. When he’d been looking at the tunnel, they started forward again. As soon as he tried to search for his dad, they’d pulled from the path. He couldn’t see him, but felt something warm pressing against his backside. He was sure it was a paw. “What’re you doing?”
Carl’s familiar deep voice rumbled inside of Everett’s head. Something was definitely being spoken to him, he knew that for sure. Piece by piece, the illusion fell apart. Despite being upright, he could feel his whiskers being pulled forward by gravity. That’s when he noticed that he couldn’t even see them on the sides of his muzzle. Finally, black edges along the sides of his vision dispelled the VR headset’s hold.
 Everett closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head like he was physically tossing off the spell put on him. The nylon straps of the device reminded him of the leather ones binding his wrists and ankles to the wooden horse. Soreness in his ass, balls, and feet took him the final few steps back into reality. Everything became familiar to him all at once: the beating he received, the degradation he endured, the VR game he played, and even the taste of Gonzolo’s cheeseburger pizza on his breath.
Anger swirled inside of him as he remembered each of the things that his father had done to him. Every stripe against his soles throbbed as his toes curled. A fit of rage threatened to send him screaming, kicking, and pulling against the straps like he had been earlier. Just as all of it was about ready to come out, his fury vanished into nothingness. Like fizz rising up from an opened bottle of soda, it dissipated right as it met the brim.
Everett tried to hold onto it, knowing something was disturbingly off. He didn’t feel like forgiving his father and he definitely didn’t think that any of this was right, but he couldn’t find a way to keep himself mad. Even trying to remember why he was mad felt like opening the same drawer twice knowing full well that what he was looking for wasn’t there. Something had been severed from him, and even trying to find some frustration in that just left him...empty.
A squeeze to his asscheek brought him out of his thoughts, and he opened his eyes instinctively to search for him. Again, nothing but an empty field was waiting behind him. He immediately closed his eyes, afraid to play anymore of his father’s game. Thinking hard, he began to listen to the words carefully. They manifested slowly, the phrase “real man” repeating over and over until he could understand what was being told to him.
“...but I can show you what a real man feels like," Carl said devilishly.
An annoyed groan pushed past the sides of his lips, and he was finally back to himself. At least, as close to himself as he thought he could be. The emotions didn’t flee like anger, and that was enough to settle himself down. Using his head, he picked up his muzzle and sensed with his ears until he could makeout where his father was. A quick sniff confirmed that the older maned wolf was directly in front of him.
Waves of Carl’s potent scent flooded deep into Everett’s nostrils. Natural alpha masculinity lined the inner walls of his entire snout and he felt a subservience wash over his will. He remembered exactly what his father’s hard cock looked like, and from what he could tell, the massive thing was again dangling dangerously close to his face. Now “real man” was beginning to make sense in context with his… less than blessed endowment.
“We can start off slow. You can give it a kiss,” Carl granted, and before Everett could protest, he felt it.
“Bleh!” the young maned wolf complained, flinging his head away.
He’d just been poked with his father’s cock! On the muzzle! A pearl of pre dripped from the tip of Carl’s canid shaft large enough to leave a dab right on his lips. A thought to nick him came to mind, but just like all the other angry thoughts, it fizzled before he could act on anything. And now, without the anger, he was left with an indifference towards the experience. Something was wrong, that was for sure. His dad should not be putting his dick in his son’s face.
But then the indifference settled in more and more, leaving him to question “why not?” If it could help him out of his situation, then maybe he should just give into his mild curiosity of what his dad might taste like. The hint on his lips wasn’t so bad. Everett had tried himself before, more than a few times when he was too lazy to find a sock to wipe on. There was this lingering wonder of knowing exactly if he and his father had a similar flavor.
With a guiding paw leading him forward, he leaned in to take up the offer. A second later, he was pressed tightly against the flesh of his father’s cock. A submissive whimper slipped out his muzzle. He parted his maw enough to give an affectionate kiss to the side. The salty taste clung to the tip of his tongue and lips. It was intriguing, begging for him to explore more of what was offered. 
Carl moaned, his paw trailing to the back of Everett’s head and rubbing behind his ear affectionately. He liked the attention, but was more interested in what his father had to offer. Raising his muzzle up, he found the tip of his shaft and wrapped his lips around it. A sharp groan of pleasure came deep from Carl’s chest. He bucked his hips forward, cock sliding halfway in Everett’s maw. The boy just began to suckle on his tip until he was rewarded with another pearl of pre on his tongue.
Letting the bead roll around back and forth, he explored it for all that it was worth. It came to him in little hints, the familiar musk rich saltiness savored until he realized that him and his father had almost the exact same flavor. His tongue swirled in circles, curious to taste all of the rod in his maw. His lips suckled at the lupine head, eager to milk out a few more drops of his daddy’s seed..
Carl retreated backward and laughed, “I said a kiss. You’re gonna spoil my appetite.”
Everett whimpered as his father stepped away from him. This constant pulling and pushing was starting to get to him, frustrating his already overwhelmed psyche. At this point, he’d rather just go to sleep on the bench rather than put up with anymore of it. He was so caught up in his feelings that he almost didn’t register that his father had walked directly behind him. It only really clicked when he felt something warm and slick against his tailhole.
The sensation was enough for Everettt to guard himself with his tail. It came swooping down, batting at the slick end against his sensitive hole. Carl easily dismissed his tail by grabbing him from the base and pulling it aside. When he tried to cover himself again, soothing strokes on his lower back settled him down. His father’s touch didn’t subside even when his white tip laid towards his hip. He continued to pet the silky patches of his dark brown cub layer that had lingered well into Everett’s adulthood.
A heat like no other touched his skin in ways that were both too hot and perfectly melding all at once. His dad’s rod lay wet against his virgin tailhole, threatening to slide inside of him without much effort. The pointed tip rested against him, lining up perfectly to his eager hole. There was a slickness to it that told him his father had dressed himself with lubricant. Ivan had already stretched him from earlier today and he was still loose from the experience.
Everett’s opening quivered at the anticipation of it all. He dug into the wood, pulling shavings underneath his claws. Carl continued to stroke himself teasingly, stretching this moment out longer than it had to be. No twitch that his father made went unfelt by him. All of it pointed to the growing pressure and slow stretching of his tailhole as his father leaned in more and more against him.
“Dad!” Everett barked as he felt an inch slide into him almost effortlessly.
Carl paused, maybe curious if he was going to say anything else, but Everett was too shocked. Only now was he really processing that it was his dad, his father that raised him since he was a little pup, had gone further with him than anyone else ever had. At some level, it was still revolting and he shouldn’t want it… but thinking of Carl’s tight muscular form, his intense dominance, and his absolute control over Everett; who better to be the one to take away his virginity?
Without any further protests, Carl didn’t hesitate to finish what he’d started out for. Every single inch of the red hot shaft forced Everett’s tail to stand higher and higher as it went in. Only about midway did he even begin to really tighten. As his virgin ring refused to spread as easily, his sphincter dragging and tightening around his cock, Carl’s moans began to grow louder and louder.
About three-quarters in did he experience the familiar sensation of something running right up into his prostate. A surge of pleasure erupted, forcing out a loud yipe from his muzzle and made his ears stand tall. The warm cock head felt different than all the toys he’d used, something real feeling ten times better than he’d ever imagined. He hiked his ass for his father, wanting him to push further, deeper, and faster than he currently was.
Horny, Everett bucked along with his father’s motion. Just as his cock began to peak though, he was met with resistance. There came a slow building pressure from his cock still trapped inside of his sheath. Trying to adjust himself, he thought that he was just caught against the cushion underneath him. No matter which way he wriggled around, he couldn’t escape his slit and was beginning to panic.
“It’s called a cock cage,” Carl said between an umph as he continued to jam himself into his son. “You’re staying locked up until I say you can cum.”
Everett had heard of them, seen some chastity cages before online, but didn’t really understand the purpose until now. The pressure continued to build inside of his sheath, even when he knew that it was going to be futile. It would almost get to the point of pain, but never quite got that far. Just left him wanting for something to rub up against his shaft. He even pulled his paw against the restraints, forgetting they were tied just so he could try to touch himself.
Despite Everett not being able to enjoy any of it, Carl had been enjoying himself quite a bit. His father was now hilting his knot up against the boy’s sphincter, pushing himself all the way in until his bulb squeezed against his tailhole. He could feel the constant deposit of pre pouring into his rectum. Every time that he pushed, his fat head would run right into Everett’s prostate and make his trapped shaft strain in agony.
Unable to stop the amassing pressure building from his sheath, Everett cried out the only way he knew how: “Daddy!”
Instead of catching his son’s cry for help, Carl must have misinterpreted it. He leaned over his son’s long lanky body, putting his weight down on his back. His pacing picked up and his thrusts hit him like the paddle had earlier. Everett’s sore ass and balls seemed to fall away from thought as his father continued to pound into him. He couldn’t think about those while caught up in the older male’s ever nearing orgasm. “Call me that again,” Carl growled before sinking his fangs into the back of his son’s nape.
The voice was deep, darker and firmer than his normal tone. It commanded Everett and he let out a submissive whimper underneath it. There was a slight hesitation, questioning if that was a threatening dare or a dark demand. Truth be told, it wasn’t that he was sure on which it was. No, the gravelly rubble in Carl’s throat hid any hints to what he meant when he spoke. It was that Everett himself was captivated to find out either way. “Daddy,” he murmured back, trying his best to color his voice in submissive obedience.
“Again!” Carl demanded through his bite, following with a quick slap on his ass cheek.
It warranted another cry and he followed it up in his higher pitched squeal, “Daddy!” Every slap to his ass demanded him cry out louder and louder, matching the sexual build up his father was experiencing without him. He could feel it, every thrust deep into him wrote out his father’s pleasure clearly. The veiny dick inside of him, dumping pre in him, pulsated faster and faster towards his climax. Everett wanted to experience what his dad could so bad, and just as the pressure in his sheath, cage, and balls almost seemed too much for him to bear, he felt the shot of cum blasting into his prostate.
Sensations surmounted and Everett spun inside of his own head. It wasn’t an orgasm, that was for sure, but feeling his father’s cum coat his insides brought him to some completely new level. Twitching inside his sheath, his cock throbbed, but even if his hands weren’t literally tied, the cage kept him locked up for good. All he could settle for now was this new intense feeling of being filled up.
And being filled up, he definitely was. Spasm after spasm of his father’s flexing shaft poured waves of seed deep inside of him. Carl continued to thrust into him throughout all of it, hilting his knot against his son’s tight hole and trying ever so hard to breach that barrier. Each time he pumped out another load of cum, it filled him past the brim. Everything that couldn’t find a way deeper inside of him came gushing out as his father pulled back and slammed in. His cum felt hot running down his legs, taint, and balls, leaving a puddle on the cushion, bench, and concrete floor underneath him.
After what felt like minutes of him unloading his balls inside of Everett, Carl finally slowed his hammering down. His knot never stretched Everett enough to breach him, but did leave him sore and exhausted. Laying over his back, his father rested himself on top of his son with his bulb corking his opening. Exhausted and panting hard, he knew his father sounded about ready to pass out if he let him lay there any longer.
Everett shifted underneath his father, trying his best to muster up his best voice before asking, “Um, Daddy?”
Carl grunted, seemingly annoyed having a conversation mid-afterglow. “Yeah, Kiddo?” he said, adding a bit of a bite at that nickname.
Nervous itching ran up and down his back, not quite sure if he did everything right. His bruised backside and balls felt like more than punishment enough for the party. He didn’t make too much of a fuss when he was supposed to play Daddy’s video game and he even lifted tail when told to. All of that felt like he’d done enough, even more so than he’d ever had to do before. Gingerly, he asked with his saccharine voice, “Can you carry me to my room?”
Carl didn’t move in the slightest, but his breathing and scent changed almost immediately. Instead of the panting that mellowed into sighs of relief, his breathing stiffened and his scent became one of someone in thought. Everett wasn’t sure what else he could do at this point! Without meaning to, a sharp long whine left his throat and he began to sniffle up again. Before he could dive deep into self pity, the slurping sensation his father’s spent cock slipping out of his tailhole cut his whimpers to a gasp and moan.
Unable to gauge it well enough, he had no idea exactly how much his father had left inside of him until he realized he couldn’t hold any of it in. Then cum came pouring out of his tailhole just as the tip popped out his ring. Like an uncorked champagne bottle, the first bits shot out fast and landed on the floor with a splash. The rest of it dribbled down his legs and sack, soaking into his already sweat matted fur.
Carl still hadn’t said anything nor did he even acknowledge the sex he just had. Everett thought that he should tell his dad that he was a virgin and that was his first time, but truth be told, he would rather talk about that over breakfast or lunch tomorrow. Right now, he just wanted to go to his room, pull out a dakimakura from his closet, and curl up with it to sleep. The longer his father stayed silent, the more it felt like it wasn’t going to happen.
Fibers from a towel wiped down his backside carefully, cleaning off all the cum that he just spilt. Everett felt relief that his dad didn’t just abandon him in the basement, though he’d rather he just sent him off to shower on his own. If his dad was going to clean him off with a towel, he hiked his tail eager to help him with it. That pressure began to grow in his sheath again, though, it didn’t seem quite as uncomfortable as it was during sex.
“So, yeah,” Carl started before the sound of the towel being tossed filled the room. As it landed on the bench, Everett held his head up in excitement ready to take off the visor. “You can kinda think of this as your room. For now. We’ve still got a lot of training to work with.”
Whines and groans came bellowing out of his throat and gut but were silenced by a snap of Carl’s large fingers right next to his ear. Everett jerked his head away, terrified that he was about to get hit with something again. There was a pause, perhaps his father was a little startled by Everett’s shiftiness, but he continued on anyway, “Don’t start that shit. If you behave, you can earn back some of your privileges. If you’re loud, disobedient, or difficult, I’ll roll back your privileges. It’s easier for me to just leave you gagged, but you’ve behaved enough so far.”
What the hell? Didn’t he get a say in any of this?
As with the last few times, the feelings of anger just fluttered away. Without it was this emptiness that left him content. Holding onto something, he gathered the discomfort from being strapped to the wooden horse and the cuts in his wrists, ankles, and soles until he felt at least genuine dissatisfaction. That feeling hung with him, but before he could do anything with it, he felt cold water rinse his backside. His father’s paw smoothed out the cum matted into his fur with care.
Warmth felt nice enough to distract him, but before he thought to ask again to be taken to his room, his father gave him a light tap on his rear. It was soft, but affirmed that the conversation was final. His dad started towards the door, calling back, “It’s been a long day. I’m gonna shower and go to bed. You just keep following the program and I’ll be back in the morning.” Casualness in his steps left Everettt’s maw agape.
Too late, he cried out just as the door was shut. There was no point trying to beg for his attention now that his father was heading upstairs. Time had been hard to track while the visor was on him, but he could sense that it was still pretty early in the night. The inescapable screen was just too brightly lit for him to try to sleep on his own. Boredom sunk in after what might have been fifteen minutes or five hours and he opened his eyes just to do something.
He opened his eyes.
The cart was exactly where he left it against the hill. He followed the instructions again, turning the horses with his eyes and getting them moving back down the road again. Everything settled back into place shortly, and he relaxed himself onto the cushion as best he could. As the horses advanced, he thought about being annoyed and being uncomfortable. Those he still felt normally, but would they disappear as well if he continued with the program?
That made him scared, and then he worried that he might lose fear, which made him confused if anxiety would be the next emotion he wouldn’t be able to experience anymore. None of it was making him feel better and he pondered just closing his eyes and trying to sleep again. A slash of metal against metal from within the basement alarmed him, and his heart pounded in his chest for a second until he remembered the AC. Rekha kept the house at a perfect 70°, including the basement.
Air blowing over his back matched the hill’s peaks and ebbs as wind coursed through endless green grass. He imagined his fur rising and falling just the same and thought of his dad blowing air on him as he settled into the program. That led him to his father running claws through his supple fur, feeling him in new ways not explored. From that, he thought of his ass being filled by thick ropes of seed and fullness he felt.
Caught between thoughts of his dad and the program, his attention lulled enough to make the horses move in and out of the trial. Pressure inside of his sheath ramped up again, but he couldn’t stop thinking of being taken from behind. His tailhole puckered for attention trying to find a cock to fill it up again, needing something soon. He’d do anything to just have one of the straps on either of his wrists undone just so he could finger himself right now.
Imagination had to do all of the work and he indulged his needs even if he knew they would not lead him anywhere. Everett backed his hips up into nothing, reliving the motion of Carl fucking him bareback. Cum slushed inside of him and that was enough to give him that same headrush he’d gotten the first time that it happened.
And then something peculiar at that moment began to rock Everett’s world.
Unlike the initial euphoria he’d gotten the first time, this dizzy spell didn’t seem to be letting up. He felt his brain swimming inside of his own skull as he rolled it around on his shoulders. The pressure inside of his sheath swelled until he felt like he was bloating inside of the cage. That same climax feeling spurred pre into his cage, and he felt just right on the edge of cumming until everything went white in an instant.
“Ah!” Everett screamed, closing his eyes quickly and pulling his arms against the restraints.
He felt a warm hand against his face, stroking him gently until he heard his dad’s voice call to him. It started distant, too far to be heard, but getting louder until he could make out, “Everett? Kiddo? You okay?”
Everett opened and blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the light until he was comfortable enough to ask, “Dad? Didn’t you— I thought you were going to bed?”
Carl stood perplexed over him, ever started by his vocal child. It was only at that moment did he realize he was actually looking at his father again. Without the visor, his head and shoulders felt at ease. Everett breathed a sigh of relief, actually able to relax himself without the headset setting him off balance. Placing his paw right to Everett’s head, Carl checked his temperature and rubbed his cheeks until he seemed satisfied.
“Went to bed, ate breakfast, jogged a trail, showered, watched some news, bandaged your paws...How long do you think it’s been?” There was some genuine concern in his voice, and it only got more urgent when he further asked, “Did you even sleep?” Only then did Everett realize his father’s attire changed. The older maned wolf had gone from jorts and pink tank top to loose khakis and stretched white tee embroidered with a worn 90s country rock band logo.
“I, uh…”  Everett was finding the words hard to come up with because he didn’t actually know if he did or not. Those waves of pleasure, though astonishing, were completely lost to him now. Without it surging through his entire body, he couldn’t even put a finger to what it actually felt like now that it was gone. For a moment, he wondered if he just dreamed it all, but a stickiness inside of his cock cage told him he’d been leaking quite a bit. “I dunno. I don’t feel tired.”
Carl seemed to be interested in that as well, grabbing his muzzle to him to inspect his face. Groaning, but unable to stop him, he let his father pull down his eyelids with his thumb and inspect his pupils. Annoyance was still there, and that set his mind at ease wondering if he was going to lose all of his emotions. However, when he tried to invoke the feelings of anger, it felt like effort he didn’t want to spend time on.
“Alright, these are going away for a while,” Carl said as he set the visor down on the workbench.
Urgency struck him as he watched the visor get taken away from him and he scrambled to think. “It’s fine!” he shot out, but Carl’s puzzled look made him back down. “I’m just saying…” Everett fell into silence with his ears pinned to the back of his head. There was a brief exchange where his father scanned him up and down for something that he was missing, but when he couldn’t find it, he dropped the subject. He instead walked to him and undid the restraints on his ankles and wrists.
“Alright, let’s establish the rules,” Carl said, helping his son down off of the bench. Everett felt weightless as he was lifted down to the ground. He was set on his arms and knees and forced to stay that way when he tried to lift himself up, “No standing unless I say you can. For the time being, you crawl, got it?” Grumbles were met with a quick kick against Everett’s arm.
“Ow! Yes, fine. Yes,” he groaned as he rubbed where his father kicked him. He didn’t like how rough he was being handled.
“Sir. Say it,” Carl commanded with his foot looking to take another kick at him.
Everett ducked his head and swerved away from his father a few inches. The motion was the first that felt like his own in so long. Being cuffed and strapped down felt like it lasted weeks when it was less than a day. Well, still too long and he felt aching stiffness in every joint of his body. Another threatening wave of his foot and Everett broke down. “Sir! I mean, yes sir! I’m sorry!”
Carl was quick to snap back, “What are you saying sorry for?” He glared down at Everett’s cowering body. Shriveled against the leg of the wooden horse, the yong maned wolf thought hard to why he said he was sorry. The pause was long enough for Carl to fill in his thoughts for him. “You keep doing this thing where you say ‘Ow’ when you’re not actually hurt and now apologizing when you’re not actually sorry. Keep your mouth fucking shut unless I tell you otherwise, got it?”
His firm voice made Everett tear up again, but he managed to keep it down to a low sniffling. Nodding his head up and down, he tried his best to convey he understood. Carl’s disciplinary tone didn’t line up with the paw that reached to pat between his ears. Scared at first, Everett ducked the slightest bit thinking that he was going to get cuffed again. “Easy there. You’re learning, kiddo. What else was there? Right. You wear what I tell you to and most times, that means you’ll be naked.”
When Everett tried to follow his father after being pet, a word stilled him and left him planted to the cement, “Stay.”
There was a sinking suspicion that this was part of the training from the VRheadset. Another idea wormed into his mind though as he really thought about it. He might have actually been following his father’s words now that they had consequences backing them up for once. Either way, he stayed put like he was told and waited on the ground like he wasn an actual animal.
A whistle stung his ears, bouncing hard against the concrete walls and scrambling inside of his brain. Carl had a paw over his ear, clearly regretting his decision, but stood expectantly anyways. It didn’t change the fact that his dad just called him over like he was a feral. Embarrassment flushed over the boy, but a tap of the foot had him turning around and crawling on all fours like he knew he was supposed to.
Across the room, Carl’s basilisk gaze pierced Everett's already crumbled self esteem. What was less than fifteen feet felt stretched further than a football field while he shuffled along naked. Trying to speed along, he put his foot down to push him forward and felt the sharp pain of his torn up pads. With his head down and his ass up, he finished his humbling experience underneath Carl’s brooding figure standing over him.
“Maybe a little faster next time?” Carl snorted with arms folded. He reached down and placed his thumb underneath Everett’s chin, lifting it up until he could see the black leather collar dangling inches from his nose. “You’re expected to wear this at all times. It was going to be mine—” He jingled the collar teasingly, an annoyed nasally sarcasm woven in his words “—but you can use it until we get one fitted specifically for you.”
If he didn’t know Carl well enough, he’d been sure his father was actually jealous of him. Though, thinking about it right now, he didn’t actually know him at all, so maybe he was jealous. At that thought, there was a little bit of pride when he presented himself to be collared. Exposing his neck, Everett kept down the smirk of satisfaction knowing full well his father would have clocked him for it.
As it looped around his neck he stared back at the hazel eyes he shared with his father. In his father’s face, he could see the exchange of power as the metal buckled clasped close. Even only an inch too long, it felt loose around Everett’s neck. The stainless steel D-ring bounced around as Carl turned the collar around until it lined up perfect.
“I guess it looks fine,” his father said blandly.
Stepping aside, the older maned wolf waved out a paw to show the cage that was behind him. Black iron wires gridded in packed lines encaged a small tan bed that barely filled out the bottom. “This’ll be your new bed. Again, if you’re good. I don’t mind just chaining you to a tree outback if I have to,” The threat was met with a tap against the thick bars to demonstrate its strength. Everett shifted backwards from the opening. “But not yet. You have chores to finish.”
“Chores?” Everett hastily blurted, earning himself a swipe at his ear.
Muzzle open, he got ready to complain about the pain but shut it thinking about what his father had told him about saying “ow”. The swipe missed most of his ear and no claws had scratched him either. All it did was startle him and now he really felt bad for speaking out of place. Tall and dominant, even with his casual wear, Carl pointed on over to the door leading upstairs.
“Yes, you still have chores. Actually, most are the same chores that you have yet to finish,” Carl said as he walked towards the door. Sitting on the side of the basement’s entrance was a bucket he hadn’t noticed earlier. As his father walked towards it, he snapped his finger to be followed alongside while speaking, “Obviously, you can’t do some things right now, but you’re at least going to clean the mess you made yesterday.”
Everett wasn’t sure what his father meant until he was led to the stairs of the basement. Instantly, he was hit with the familiar and unique scent of his own piss on the steps. As he made to crawl to the bucket, he was rerouted to continue to the entrance until he was sitting at the base. There, Carl grabbed him by his mane and hoisted his muzzle towards the bottom step. “You pissed all over my steps yesterday. Now, you’re gonna clean that up.”
Trying to pull back again just resulted in his dad holding him close again. “Don’t I need the bucket?” Everett asked as he looked up.
“Clean it with your tongue,” Carl ordered, giving a final push towards the step. His dad was jamming his snout close to the mess, but Everett resisted enough not to let himself be shoved against the concrete. Letting go of his nape, Carl stepped to the side to observe rather than participate. “Go ahead.”
No was the first thing that he thought to say and it came so hot and fast that he almost didn’t realize it when it disappeared like a flash of lightning. All the energy he had to refuse his father was attached to anger and dissipated when he tried to channel it. He searched his thoughts, thinking of the dried piss on the floor and how revolting it was. In the absence of anger, he tried tying the act to how disgusting it was to do it, but now it felt like a chore. A chore that was gross, but had to be done and shaking that thought was harder after he paired it.
Tired of waiting, Carl stepped over his son and undid the button of his shorts. Tugging them down, he flopped out the tip of his sheath and stroked it to attention. He pulled his fur back until the red tip pointed out and let a stream drizzle right onto the ground he was supposed to clean. Everett whimpered as he watched him make a small puddle before shaking himself off. “There we go. Now you have something to clean. Lucky I just went before coming down.”
As the stream died down, Everett’s sense of needing to clean it felt stronger. His father’s order dominated his senses, clouding his mind as it circled leaving a trial of miasma. It was that feeling of dread he got when he knew he should be doing an assignment for school, but had put it off. Now, even though it would be nasty, if he didn’t do it right now, it would feel even worse later.
Caving in, he dove face first strong into the puddle with his tongue barely out of his muzzle. It clung to his lips and fur as he started slurping it right off the ground. Even Carl let out a gasp in surprise at the fervor with which he took to drinking up all the piss on the floor. It was barely audible over the sound of him gulping up the mess. When the puddle was finished, Everett found himself lapping eagerly at the rest of it until even all the dried piss was gone.
Before he had the chance to start on another step, Carl stopped him with a few pats and pulled back on his leather collar. “Alright, kiddo. That’s all I planned for you to lick clean,” he said, having to give another stronger tug to slow down his son. All the while, Everett didn’t actually want to stop. Licking it up felt like he was actually doing something for once. It was gross, that was for sure, and he didn’t like the taste one bit, but cleaning it felt calming compared to staring at it.
His father’s dismissal relieved some of the pressure of not doing what he was supposed to, but he still felt a small inkling to take another lick. Before he could give into it, Carl came back around with the bucket and dropped it in front of his son. The water and soap came slushing upward, making a puddle where he’d just cleaned. He placed a couple folded hand towels right on the bridge of Everett’s snout, something he’d done to him growing up, and took his first step up the stairs.
“I’ve got to work. I’ll be back in a few hours to bring you food and water. When you finish the stairs, clean the wooden horse and floor underneath it. If you finish that before I come back, then you can sit in your cage and wait patiently,” he called back to him as he worked his way up the steps. He didn’t even turn back as he finished speaking. “Oh, and if you need to use the restroom before I’m all done… Well, just make sure you clean that up too before I get back,” Carl said, chuckling his way out the door.
Watching his father’s tail flicking smuggly up the stairs annoyed him enough to let out a quiet mumble to himself before it faded. Part of him hoped that his father heard it, even though he knew it would probably come with some consequences later. Getting it out of his system, he shook everything off and started with the scrub and bucket. Diligently, he scrubbed his way up the stairs, relaxing on each step as he cleaned the next.
The work went faster than his father probably thought it would take. Soon, he was back down the stairs cleaning the wooden horse and floor like a proper slave. Even cleaning the varnish, floor, and cushion moved quickly until it all looked as pristine as he saw it the night before. Accomplished, he crawled inside the cage freely and wrapped around on the doggy bed like the feral that it would be made for.
Waiting for his father felt fine for the first few minutes. Mostly, there was a sense of pride in his work that flared up inside of him and kept him settled while he rested his sore knees and elbows. Of course, it wasn’t nearly as fun as a video game or streaming show might have been. The basement lacked a TV and he doubted his father any plans to give him one, even if he was acting good. Reaching his paw down, he grabbed hold of the cage and gave it a tug. It was still as tight as when it’d first been locked on him.
Fiddling with the padlock wasn’t working and trying to pull back his sheath enough to slip himself out wasn’t doing anything either. His dad always did have to buy the premium shit and now he was stuck in it. Jerking off was one of the only things that he could think of doing while he was trapped in the basement. Curious though, he pondered for a second, and gave in to his urges knowing his father would probably not approve.
He stuffed his ring and middle finger into his muzzle, sucking on them until strings of saliva were dripping freely from the corners of his maw. An eagerness, no, longing ached his tailhole as his anticipation grew. It was still a little tender from his father’s pounding, particularly him trying to stuff his knot inside of him. That same knot that stabbed against his tender hole repeatedly, pressuring him to open up further than he was physically capable of doing. A pant built in his throat fantasizing of the day the bulb would pop past his tight sphincter.
His sloppy wet fingers slurped out of his mouth as he reached back to rub the spit against his own tailhole. Warm wetness blossomed familiar tinglings that sent an overwhelming surge of pleasure through his whole being. A kettle whistle’s whine escaped his nostrils, as he tried to keep himself quiet while he pressed past his ring. Knuckle deep, any fear about needing the VR headset to recreate those feelings melted away just like his body did on the bed.
Everett cooed as he worked his fingers around in himself. Tightness grew from his growing sheath trapped in the cage, but it didn’t slow him down one bit. He chased the ecstasy that came with being filled and rocked himself towards that until he was edging at that place close to orgasm. A gulp loud enough to resonate against the walls echoed through the basement. Saliva was running down the side of his muzzle as his body shook in pleasure.
Faster and faster, his fingering picked up pace as he rode out the feelings trying to get to an orgasm. His cock twitched in his sheath, leaking so much pre that it spilled out the sides of his cage. It leaked into the fur on his inner thigh and sack. He captured his aroused scent hanging about him and drank it in. There was a familiar feeling, the barrier at which there would be a point of no return.
Jabbing hard and fast, he shoved another finger inside of himself until his knuckles hilted. That was enough to get him there and he closed his eyes tightly as he massaged his prostate until his climax was reached. He felt his cock spasm and shoot straight into his cage. There was pressure for only a second before his cum poured out the tip of his sheath and leaked out every possible escape. It dribbled out the sides and through the slit made for him to relieve himself through.
Everett couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore. Like a whimpering puppy, he whined and squirmed in his own orgasm. Wave after wave released another groan until he was nothing but moans and whines of pleasure. A loud cry fought past his lips as he felt like he was cumming for the first time in his entire life. Thick cum puddled inside of his crotch and underneath him on the bed. He left his fingers inside of himself, writhing them around to squeeze out even the slightest bit more ecstasy in his fading orgasm.
“Well, that was fun to watch.”
Everett flinched, tossing his head around to see his father was standing against the doorframe. Carl’s long canid smile stretched from cheek to cheek as he stared on cooly. Though he knew to some extent that he was in trouble, Everett could see that his father was enjoying himself as well. His shaft wrapped around in his palm, dripping dots of pre right onto the floor. With his ears back and nervous chuckle, he pulled his fingers out of himself and said as innocently as he could, “Hey, Daddy.”