Today was the day. Dexter, Kiba’s father, was going to meet his kidnapped son. 
Guilt hung over his head as he was reminded of the night when he succumbed to his desires to masturbate to his son getting molested the trucker - was it really the best idea? 
But, as he remembers the earth-shattering orgasm he had in response to the sickly sounds of the pervy wolf absolutely destroying his kid’s small, tight throat over the phone, he quickly comes to the conclusion: fuck yeah it was worth it. It’s worth it to prioritise his dick over his son’s safety. As he imagines his son screaming out in pain, a fat nut leaves his gooned-out dick once again. It’s always one hell of a rush. And soon he’s going to have a taste of the real thing. 
But post-nut regret is no joke. Maybe the trucker will change that, but today he had just come to pick up his son - nothing more!

“Ah, the sweet thoughts of a cubophile in denial.” Alex said as he heard Dexter talking to himself as he walked closer to the door, his footsteps heavy with trepidation. Every cubophile’s house has to be equipped with a secret spy device, to catch unsuspecting fathers taking their sons out for a walk! Though, here, in the middle of nowhere… Nobody would be walking anywhere. 

“Pipe down, Kiba! Nobody can hear your screams of pleasure but me… and soon, your daddy!” Alex laughed as he facefucked the boy for the 7th time of the day. Though Kiba’s face was wet with tears, this is just a natural bodily reaction to the overwhelming scent of man-stink. The boy couldn’t be happier, his tail wagging as he feels Alex’s slimy load travel down his parched throat. At least he doesn’t need to ask for something to drink.

Behind the black wolf, Kiba was tied up and gagged, thrown sideways on the torn and clawed couch. No doubt this couch has seen many cubs bound here in a similar manner.
However, the situation has developed since the initial kidnapping. Kiba does not behave like a scared, lost cub anymore. Instead, his ears are relaxed, his eyes show no pain, nor thought for that matter, and he only wonders when he’s going to feel Alex’s amazing dick again. His little hole twitches as he imagines the wolf piercing deep into him again.
(“Or maybe my daddy… My sexy daddy…”) Kiba smiled to himself as he thought of his father. That same natural love of a son still exists within him, but it’s bolstered by something far more unholy. A desire for incestuous sex with his father.
Alex has taught him many things while the wolf took breaks away from using the cub like a toy on his cock. For example, ‘the true nature of men’.

“Listen, Kiba, if your teacher says ‘no’ to forging your mark to a A* on your test, just crawl under that desk, and push your little face smack-middle into that stud’s bulge. Lord knows he’s bulging out a considerable amount as it is, teaching a group of cuties. The best he can do is try to push you away, but he won’t report you to the principal. He’ll jerk off that night happy!” This wolf was well-educated on all things perverse and dark. Kiba sat and listened, knowing that this was better than any lesson that school could teach him!

Kiba has many chances to breathe something other than a trucker’s scent – sometimes eating across the table with the wolf as he explained about how obsessed with his father he is with little cubs (secretly, of course). In that moment, Kiba knew that he was not alone. In fact, the young wolf knows that he will never be alone anymore, because men will always lust after him. They will rape him. They will capture him. And they will use him. He has since accepted this… it is a simple fact of life.  

“You’re quite mature for your age,” Alex pointed out as he wolfed (pun not intended) down some steak.
Kiba didn’t know how to respond to that. He just awkwardly fiddled with his thumbs, looking down to the floor. He’s had to grow up fast… because of Alex.
“You’re not going to touch your food?” Alex said with an unusual amount of concern in his voice for a boy kidnapper. He’s got to keep his prey healthy, after all.
Kiba simply shook his head, but the rumbling in his stomach betrayed his denial.
Alex chuckled.
“It’s not poisonous or anything like that. Really.”
Alex’s tone of voice made Kiba scrutinise the man further. Who is he to be trusted? Still… the actual reason why Kiba didn’t want to eat was because he has developed an appetite for cum.   

--Moments later…

As Dexter arrived at the address given to him over the phone call last night, he realised just how in-the-middle-of-nowhere Alex’s place was. It’s like he was walking onto a horror set. Or to be more realistic, the estate of a proud cubophile kidnapper wolf. 

He looked down to see his bulging crotch, his head swimming with thoughts of his naked son - trying to will it away the best he can. But there’s no going back now… The wolf has converted him, made him into a slave for his baser instincts – the true instincts of a beastman; to fuck little cubs. 
Here he is about to rescue his son, and the first thought that went through his mind was sex?
(“Wait… rescue…? I’m supposed to be rescuing my son?”) Dexter doesn’t know what he’s doing here anymore. As far as he’s concerned, for the past 24 hours, he’s only being doing what his dick tells him to do. That is: go to the house of the kidnapper and share the young hole with him.

Dexter has always kept strange thoughts about his son to himself. This is the first time he is admitting to another man about them. 
When he first took Kiba out to get him some new clothes, the two went to the changing room - and Dexter’s cock could not stop throbbing in his jeans to the sight of his sexy son’s, soft, 6-year-old ass.
(“He looks so small here…”) Dexter thought as he broke out into a cold sweat, a big bulge packing out his jeans immediately. Hoping to escape the staff, he stuffed himself in the small cubicle with his son, who recoiled from surprise of his daddy joining him.
“Oh-Ah! H-Hi daddy…” Kiba immediately blushed as his father entered the cubicle with him, holding a shirt up to hide his exposed chest.
“It’s okay son… I won’t look…” Dexter said to his boy, his voice wavering. 
Well, that’s a big fat lie. The damn perv didn’t even bother averting his eyes.
Kiba lifted his arms down, and Dexter looked like a damn deer in headlights, seeing his how small and underdeveloped the cub looked in comparison to him.
“Uh… You’re growing well, aren’t you, son? Here, um- “
Dexter started to shakily unbutton his shirt.
“Since I’ve seen yours, I’ll show you my chest.”
Kiba’s eyes widened with anticipation as his father started undressing before him. His heart was racing, and he felt like he was about to faint with excitement. When Dexter finally let his smart, sweat-soaked (getting excited over cubs does that to a man) fall to the floor, what he saw was going to be burned into his mind forever. 
The muscular, grey-furred chest of his father. The first time he’s a man unclothed in some shape or form… That changes a kid. 

The father has had so many years of sexual tension - and it’s all because of his sexy son, Kiba.
He is a perverted dad, for sure. As much as he could, he made all sorts of excuses for his son to bend over or to change his clothes in front - just so he can secretly take a photo of that soft, furry ass and jack off to it madly when he’s home, and when Kiba is put to bed. This is a few years after Dexter noticed his unusual attraction to little boys…

Many, many perverted loads were spurted in the father’s room to his son. He kept a folder of all the sneaky photos he took of his son’s backside on his phone, all for fapping material - and it’s not just that he kept, too. He also kept the family photos on-hand at all times - so that whenever he is away from the PC - he can just go to the nearest private place, whip out his dick and photo album, focus on the pictures of his son with his friends or family, and paint the pictures white. It’s a good job he never has any relatives around, asking why the pictures are crusty!
Even now, as he sits in his car, looking at the bungalow in which his son is held captive - he has a need to just jerk off to those photos before going in with a clear mind. But he knows it is futile; for as soon as he spurts a load, less than twenty-minutes later, his mind will be hazy with sex again. Such is the libido of a well-matured man with a big dick and insatiable need for young hole. Plus, he can just waltz in and get the real thing now.

Just as he was going to get out of the car door, his bulging crotch called him to attention.
“Fuck it,” he said, unzipping his jeans to let his impressive 9-inch throbbing boy-lust erection
free.
“Time to jerk it.”
Dexter’s mind rushed back to when he first took Kiba to school. As soon as Kiba was making his way to school, seeing that small furry ass wiggle it’s way away, he rushed back to his car - ignoring his throbbing pedo-erection as much as he could, he mind seared with the image of not only his son, but also the image of many more cute boys playing in the playground as he fumbled for his keys, marched back inside the house, undid all of his clothes - and rushed up the stairs. Once he was in his son’s room, he smelt deeply, and his cock throbbed a big string of precum on the carpet, aching, begging for a young hole like his son's to wrap around it.

His eyes focused on his son’s bedsheets, them decorated with various superheroes and the
like. Maybe Kiba was a bit too old to still be having bedsheets like that, but fuck, did it turn his father on to see that! The father is such a kiddie-loving fuck that he even gets turned by his son’s bedsheets.
All the while his son was at school, all he could think about was his teacher taking him behind an alley and fucking the shit out of him. Cubophile or no, any man who has a libido will surely be fired up by the sight of that sexy small, plump ass Kiba has. It’s just begging to be raped and pounded into nothingness.

Dexter didn’t know what truly happened on Kiba’s first day of school, since he was just so overcome by desire, his mind swimming with the fantasy that his son’s sexy, big-dicked teacher is fucking the shit out of him while his little tyke begs him to stop. It was enough to make Dexter jump up on that bed, and jerk off like a madman to the thought, all the while, surrounded by the smell and sight of his son’s bedroom.

“Kid’s been cumming in here for sure.”
His cock was about ready to burst with seed as he imagined his son fingering himself to some muscular men on the internet.

“Be it bear, wolf, or bull - there’s so many handsome men that will love to have a chance with you… But never forget how hard your daddy cums to you, son!”
Dexter cried out as he sped up his thrusts on his cock, cumming all over the wall and painting Kiba’s cushions with his seed.
“God damn, how will I explain this?”

---Back to the present day…

Dexter was darted awake from a scream coming from the shack. It didn’t take long for him to
realise that it was his boy that was crying for help but, as he rushed out, he noticed his
still-throbbing cock.

“Aw, fuck it! If I go in to save my son with a hard-on, so be it.”
Dexter was resolved to get his son back, by any means necessary. However, the wolf trucker - Alex - has more up his sleeve. He hasn’t forgotten about last night, where the father jerked off to his son’s torment, and he certainly will be making use of that lust to corrupt the father further...

It took all the courage he had to step into that shack, but once he entered, he heard the deep voice of the trucker boom out:
“You’ve finally arrived, I saw your car pull up ages ago! I was tempted to breed him myself. It’s awful how irresistible your son is!” 
Dexter silently agreed with Alex in his mind, though his heart boiled with rage.
(“Stupid fucking man! Nobody gets my son’s ass but me!”)

Dexter is oblivious to the danger that his son is in (he even could be killed) couldn't take his eyes off his son's bound form - his naked body completely tied up by rope, his boy cock hard in front of him. He looked lean, girly, sexy … Kiba gulped, and his eyes welled up.
“D-Daddy, is that you?” his soft voice called out.

Dexter rushed over to his son without a second thought. He wrapped his son in a deep, warm, fuzzy hug, almost sobbing at finding his precious ‘treasure’ again.
“My baby boy… Where have you been…?”

Alex simply rolled his eyes and scrolled on his phone while the two were enjoying their family reunion. It’ll all be over in a few minutes, and Dexter might not want Kiba to leave after all.

“I’ve been here, daddy…” Kiba said, his tail wagging with a smile on his face from seeing his daddy again. Dexter broke down into tears from seeing his son again, but Kiba looked more emotionless. It was like he didn’t want to leave… and that he wasn’t missing his father as much as he thought, because Alex makes for one hell of a substitute. 

Dexter knelt down in front of Kiba to fondle that small boy cock and balls, and the cub was quite confused by his actions, thinking that he was going to help him out and make the big meany go away - but all his father was doing was molesting him.

“Fucking hell, you’re a complete pedo, ain't ‘ya?” Alex sneered on behind him.
Dexter winced out those words. 
He couldn't help it! It was his dicks fault; he wasn't supposed to do this!
“You'd rather fondle your son first before you even think about getting him out. Didn't think it would be this easy, so…”

Alex called in another wolf cub - looking similar to Kiba if it wasn't for those green eyes.
Kiba gasped as he recognised the boy,
“A-Adam?!”
“Picked this cutie up from ‘yer son’s school. Jesus, fuck, I didn't think they'd be so many cute boys. It was so hard to decide which one to steal…”

Dexter, as if he was just realising the consequences of his actions, looked uneasy at Alex and gulped.
“W-Well, I'm sure we can to some arrangement to free my son, w-wouldn't you think?”

Alex looked slightly disappointed at the father,
“Stop lying to yourself, mate. I can see your hard cock probing me at my abs.”

Dexter gasped as he realised it was true - the trucker was stark naked before him, the hairy
muscular body exposed in all glory - whereas Dexter himself was still wearing sweat-soaked shirt and profusely tented-out sweatpants.

Alex read his mind as he threw Dexter’s sweatpants down to expose all 9 hard throbbing inches of daddy's converted-cubophile cock, those full balls churning on just below. 
Alex smelt in deeply as the dominant musk of the father took up the room.

“Yeah, that's the smell of man all right. Going commando too, eh? Just what were you doing in your car?” the black wolf chided.
“Um…” Dexter was at a loss on how to respond. He’s never been enabled before like this.

Alex walked up close to the taller grey wolf and sneered - stroking his cock and feeling up the father's muscled front with his paw. Dexter let out a moan as Alex's paw encircled his cock.
“Go on… You can tell me.”
Alex’s words were like soft whispers, sending a shiver down the father’s spine. He feels like he can tell this pervert anything. His true heart’s desire. His true needs and attraction to little cubs… 
Dexter looked at his son and his tenting cock throbbed even further.
(“Fucking stupid sexy cub…”)

“I… W-was jacking off.” Dexter admitted, wincing at his words yet again. 
Goddamn, his son didn't need to know that.
Kiba’s tail started wagging again once he heard those uncouth words escape his father’s mouth. His eyes lit up with glee.
(“My daddy was jacking off to… me?!”)

“Mmmm.” The trucker gripped the father's cock firmly and started stroking it, making him shiver and buckle his knees in delight.

“And would you like your son to go home without a scratch?”
The father gasped as Alex groped his cock, making throb in his paw and spurt some pre that dribbled down the wolf’s paw. Kiba was extremely entranced from the sight of his father’s rock-hard, uncut cock. It was simply beautiful, seeing the cock that made him right then and there, throbbing and flexing all on it’s own to the sight of a sexy 11-year-old boy. 

“But that's not all, isn't it? You didn't come here just to ‘pick up’ your son, casually from the paws of a kidnapper. No no, there's a catch. But it involves you doing something before you leave. Something that you've always wanted, I bet.”

The trucker moved down to lightly kiss the handsome muscular wolf by his neck, slowly but
surely moving his paws down to his firm thighs - revealing daddy's big fluffy pube bush to the boy. Kiba gasped out as he caught a glimpse of his father's bush. Anyone knows that the bigger the bush - the bigger the cock. At least that’s what he read from the stories that Alex showed him on CubLovers.net! The boy whimpered in delight and the father heard his kid moan, closing his eyes and trying not to think dirty thoughts of his son who was right in front of him.

“You want something young, warm, tight … And you can't leave without it.”
The father growled out as Alex talked him down - keen on not succumbing to his words. It was all for naught, though, because Alex had got him hard like no other man could - exposing his hard cock to his son, which had whacked him in the face.

Even when his father tried to pull away, Kiba took a hold of his cock and massaged it, making the father growl out in pleasure. With his teeth clenched together and veins popping in his muscled neck, Dexter looks very much like a demon who’s trying desperately not to succumb to his God-given gene of cub lust.

“Goood boy,” Alex cooed out.
“See? The kid knows what to do when cock is in front of him.”
Dexter gasped as Kiba instinctively sucked on the tip of his fat uncut cockhead, looking up to his father for assertion.

“This man says it's okay to suck cock - what do you think, daddy?” Kiba asked in his soft, almost trancey, voice.
Dexter looked uneasy at Alex, who was too preoccupied by fucking the new wolf cub that his
just picked up from school, to look back at his son again - gently ruffling his headfur and guiding his head further down on his thick throbbing shaft as Kiba suckled on his dad's fat prick, the father getting more and more courageous to give into his desires with each second that his son sucks his cock for.

Without warning, Dexter felt Alex's beard tickling him as he placed his head on his shoulder,

“How does your kid's mouth feel, pedo?” He said, his deep voice whispering into his ear like
honey - making the father shiver out,
“I'm not a pedo!” He shouted, noticing Kiba’s wide eyes once he said so.
“You're not a pedo?” Kiba gently said, stopping his suckling for a moment, making the father grit his teeth and just want to shove his son back down on his cock so it could be over and done with.
“B-But Alex says that, when I suck men's cocks, I make them pedos… A-Am I not sucking good enough?”
Alex had brainwashed the kid good. The father was losing his voice of reason, slowly giving into his lust.
“N-No, son, you're doing just fine. Now, keep sucking…”

The father was starting to use more control. Taking his son's head in his hands. Directing him on that cock.
“Good, take control. Feel those tight, young, lips against your throbbing, cub-lusting, prick.”
That was it. Alex's baritone voice and his hairy chest rubbing against his back had already set him off - but to have his son suck his cock, to hear those forbidden, yet desirable words and feelings reach his cock and ear… It lit a fire in him. 

A fire yet unkindled, was now burning. He was the alpha, and he would show this good-for-nothing pedo trucker what he was really fapping to in his car. He was jacking off to his son. And now he’s got his cock in his boy’s mouth.

Alex slinked away from Dexter for now, eager to resume his own fuck of the other boy while the father gives into his deepest desires - a pit of depravity that was finally seeing reality.

“Ngh, fuck, my son has my cock in his mouth. My cock. In my son's sexy cub muzzle, fuck, suck it good, boy. Make me into a cubophile.” Dexter had pulled Kiba down to the base of his cock, so that his nose was deep in those musky pubes - inhaling the deep, room-filling musk of his father. Kiba was choking on his dad's cock, literally. 

Air was scarce when his tight throat is full of his father's thick cock, and the boy was deepthroating it fully.
Dexter looked at his son's watery eyes, seeing the tears run down his cheeks with a nonchalant expression.

“I think it's what you deserve. For being so fucking irresistibly sexy. It's why you got kidnapped, slut.” Dexter said, unlocking the demon of lust within himself. He looked like he was crazy. He spoke like he was crazy. But Kiba…

“Umphhh! Mmmphhh!” Kiba was choking. He was dying on the cock that made him; that gave him life in the first place. Oh, what sweet irony…

Alex liked what he was hearing.
Dexter had started thrusting in and out of that tight muzzle with a grunt - swiftly and with precision. His son's lips clasped on to the cock to the cock like a last resort, the small young boy desperate and begging for air. But he would find none. Even if his father, in the middle of his rampant facefucking, had thrust his thick dick out of the boy's slimy, tight throat - it would matter little, as the shock of getting that thick cock forced back into him made him lose more air. His son spoke no words. He just looked up to his father for mercy. In turn, the father, unhinged in his yearly pent-up for his lust, did not care for the future of his son. He only cared for the now - and that meant unloading his thick fatherly seed inside his son, even if it would take his son to his last dying breath - the father's cock would still forge on and throb in that tight clenching gullet, for that is where it truly belonged; where it was meant to be - it is for the older men to receive pleasure from. Men with big dicks like Dexter cannot help but be controlled by his lust.

As he looked in his son's eyes, he felt no remorse, only a deep satisfied, loud moan came from Dexter - his eyes bright with the fire of pleasure, as Kiba could feel his world growing dark.

Kiba’s last sight was his father's pube covered crotch, and barely seeing that remorseless face of his father from the thickness of his bush. Kiba’s last smell was his father's musk. Kiba’s last thought was what Alex told him about his purpose - to be used and cum in by other men.

Still groaning and cumming, Dexter saw the light fade from his son's eyes during every second of his most intense orgasm of his life. Yet his dick still throbbed on and on, hard as a rock inside his son's clenching throat. 
Then, without thinking, basing his entire action on instinct, Dexter thrust his cock back out of the soft throat, covered in cub spittle, cum and gunk as it is. Juices from his cock painted Alex’s fuzzy chest, which the man happily licked up himself, tasting the spunk of a newly converted cubophile. Kiba fell to the floor, coughing and hurling spit in a feral manner, his body filling with air again. Yet, even after Kiba had gained consciousness a mere three seconds later, his eyes filled with hope and love once again. His tail wagged for more.

“GRRRR, FUCK YEAH! I’M A CUB LOVER I’M A CUB LOVER, I’M A CUB LOVER!”
Dexter had gone completely feral. Apeshit, even. He had touched his feral side as a wolf… the side which society bids him supress for so long. But not anymore…
Overcome with lust, he locked Alex in a deep kiss, and hugged the man tightly, caressing his every muscle and appreciating every hair on his body.
He moaned out in the trucker’s mouth, again and again, just letting all that pent up frustration out. The wolf shared in his cub lust with him, encouraging him on to be a complete degenerate because it’s ‘what those little shits’ deserve.

“FUCK YES, IT IS!” Dexter shouted out. Alex thinks that he may not talk normally ever again, having realised his true desires.
“SON, COME HERE! COME HERE YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!”
Kiba crawled up to his heaving father on his hands and knees like a true cub slave would do. He has never been this happy before. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth even without his father’s command.
Daddy wolf unleashed a dark torrent of piss down his son slut’s throat, washing all the thick cum down that was jammed up in the boy's throat. Still, Dexter kind of missed the gagging and spittle around his cock. Maybe, if he was to fully embrace his cubophilic desires like Alex does, another boy that he subjects to his dick - will bring him a similar pleasure.

As it stands, Dexter felt truly… Complete.
No longer does he have to hide his true feelings towards his son. No longer does he have to
jack off to him on a night. No longer does he have to purposely rub his tenting boner against his smooth small ass - for he has his object of desire with him now, and the little cub has been changed forever. Kiba has been optimised into a slave for men.

Dexter unleashed a heavy, satisfied sigh once he finished using his son's throat like a piss
toilet, smearing any remaining droplets of pre on his cute face - even digging into his foreskin to find any remnants of hidden cum and piss, and adding that to his son's fur.

“You're mine now, son. Finally, mine to use as I please,” he said, with a huge grin plastered on his face.

He turned around to see Alex looking at him in sheer shock and amazement.
“Mess with the bull and you get the horns,” said Dexter - asserting his point by showing off
Kiba’s motionless body (his face stricken with cum and piss), to the perverted trucker. Kiba was completely still in his father’s grip, trusting him with his life. Literally.

“I…”
Dexter’s gaze turned to the boy that Alex had just finished fucking, Alex's big hard throbbing cock jutting post-cum juices on the small, 10-year-old wolf cub’s back.

Alex swallowed the lump in his throat,
“You really love your son, didn't you?”
The wolf stifled a chuckle,
“Too much, one would say.”
Alex smiled and clapped Dexter on the shoulder,
“Just enough. That boy has fulfilled his purpose, his reason for existence: to be a cumdump for older men, even his very own father…”
With this, Dexter’s desires were fully realised. What would come next is up for you to imagine!