The Run

	“Adam, you have got to be out of your fucking mind.” I snorted as I gazed over the lip of the wall.  On the other side was a sixty foot slide to the grassy loam of the enclave below.  Beyond that cleared verge one hundred meters wide the forest started.  In the distance I could see the dilapidated buildings that had been there before the enclave was built and sealed from the outside world.
	Adam, a dashing fellow a year my senior, merely laughed and gave my shoulder a poke with his fist, “What?  Scared?  It’s only two miles!”
	“Two miles!” I scoffed and frowned at him.  My drunk was wearing off and I knew the hangover would kick in before long.  “If I run directly across the heart of the pack’s turf.” With my chin I nodded toward the old buildings, “More than three if I try to stay near the perimeter wall.  And I might just get shot for trespassing.”
	“What, for being on the inside?” Adam smiled at me in that darling way he had, one corner of his mouth uplifted and a challenging glint in his dark blue eyes.  With the darkness of early evening they were merely shadows under strong brows, gleaming in the harsh perimeter lighting only when he cocked his head in a challenging pose.  I hated when he did that, because I had no defense against his charms.
	And how well he knew it. 
	“Hey, you’re the one who said you’d make a run across wolfland, to prove you had balls.” He leaned close enough for me to smell the vodka on his breath and grabbed my crotch making me lift up onto my toes and grunt.  Damnit, he knew all of my triggers, and it was nothing but a big tease.  We hadn’t done anything together in almost two years.  At least we got over that rather harsh breakup.  I’ve wanted him to blow me ever since.  Or blow him.  He had a serious piece of meat between his legs, the biggest I’d seen up to meeting him, and since.  Just thinking about it made my vodka fogged mind spin.
	“When I was fucking drunk off my ass, Adam.” I growled, feeling trapped.  Backing out would paint me a fucking pussy, and while I didn’t mind bottoming, I was in no way fond of being looked at like a pussy.  “And David’s the one who brought it up.”
	Adam shrugged and leaned on the lip of the wall.  The ever present patrols hadn’t come by yet, but would if we tarried too long.  They were seldom very nice when they ran gawkers away from the wolf enclave.  “I think David wanted to bring other things up, but you were too drunk.”  Turning to lean his butt against the wall he braced his hands against the lip, “Well?  You think you got the balls to run it, Steve?”
	I leveled a stare at him and huffed a sigh, “Damnit, Adam, you know damn well I’ve got balls.  How many dudes did you piss of back in Dunstin’s last week?”
	“Six, and you stood your ground damn fine.” Adam clucked his tongue with a roll of his shoulders.  He glanced up the road where the spill of white under the sodium yellow of the perimeter lights heralded the slow roll of an enclave security patrol.   “So, you going to man up and make the run, or should we book it?”  He nodded toward the car.
	Walking to the wall I looked over at the steep angle downward.  The surface was kept smooth to prevent the wolves contained in the enclave from climbing out, but not vertical.  Why they designed it like a huge bowl and not just a vertical wall was beyond me.  Running the wolflands was a pretty common test of bravery, but it was also a damn good way to get killed right good.  All I had to do was make it from the far side of the bowl, where we were now parked,  to the security gate on the opposite side.  By law they’d have to let me out, as I was a human and not wolf, but I’d get a nice fat citation for my stupidity.
	Adam dropped a hand onto my shoulder and leaned close “Hey, Steve, look… I’ll pick you up at the station on the other side.  Hell, I’ll even give you a good damn blowjob.”  I cast him a sidelong glance and raised one eyebrow.
	“Adam, if I survive running across the pack’s turf unarmed and half drunk, you’re going to owe me a month’s worth of blowjobs.” I pushed myself up onto the lip of the wall and swung my legs over.  Gods only knew how many went into the wolves’ turf and simply dropped off the face of the planet.  Adam danced around the front of his car and yanked open the driver’s side door.
	“Deal!” He crowed, “And don’t be such a wuss!  You’re unarmed, the worst they’ll do is kick your ass and nibble you a bit!  They don’t kill people who are not trying to kill them, it’s their own law!”
	“Just… I don’t want to be a wolf!”  The engine of Adam’s car rolled over with a deceptively light purr and the passenger side window hissed down.
	“It’s not a disease, Steve, you can’t catch it.  It’s a hereditary condition.”  The engine growled and revved.
	Fat fucking lot of good that would do me if a six foot tall, sentient, bipedal wolf wanted to take a chunk out of my ass, I thought as I kicked off the wall and plunged.  The lycra of my workout sweats whistled shrilly on the smoothed concrete and I had a moment of self loathing.  Leave it to my drunk, stupid ass to wear workout clothes for a jog across predator land.  Not that I would be able to yell up at Adam to toss me my denim; the last I heard was the growl of his engine bellow into a full throated roar with a shriek of tires on pavement as he booked it.
	Throwing out my arms to steady my headlong plunge down the inner curve of the bowl I braced for impact, not knowing just how hard the ground was.  Lucky for my ignorant self the ground was rather soft; a dense loam under the grass soaking up the impact of my feet by absorbing them a good four inches.  I attempted to throw myself forward into a roll but ended up doing an inelegant sprawl face first into the grass, knocking my wind out.
	Panting, I lay there for a few seconds until a sudden circle of white light lit up the grass around me, abating its sickly looking sodium lit green to a more lively hue.  “You there!  Do not move!” a voice barked from high above and I rolled over to look up, shading my eyes against the blinding white of the security officer’s spotlight.  I did not know if they’d be brave enough to jump the wall and chase me so I lurched to my feet and legged it toward the treeline.  “Halt, do not move!  Return to the wall immediately!” I heard the officer bellow after me, but I paid no heed to that asinine order. I was busted, either right there at the wall, or if I made it all the way across to the security gate, so it was down to the run.
	Two miles, I thought, no problems.  Two miles, and I was in shape.  I could do that in twelve minutes, easily.
	Oh, yeah, on pavement without trees or grass or uneven ground tripping me up every third step.  I caromed off of trees, crashed through undergrowth like a panicked bull, and in short made enough noise to awaken half the city.  Not that I had to worry anything about the city.  What I had to worry about was a hell of a lot closer at hand, and had scary keen ears.  It was not long before I knew that they knew I was there.
	The first whuffing howl, almost a question, issued somewhere from the forest to my left.  Some distance off, but there was no mistaking that.  The wolves were awake now.  Heedless of how much noise I made I threw myself forward and lifted my legs for all I was worth.  Two fucking miles, that’s all I had to do.  Two miles!
	Another howl rolled through the forest, this from my right, still a distance away, but behind me.  Good, I was ahead of them and making good time.  Bursting through a wall of bracken, vines and bark tearing at the thin lycra of my workout shirt and pants, I found myself on an old, very corroded road.  At least it was a road, however, and not choked with forest undergrowth, and I poured on the speed.  Through the trees ahead I could see the shadowy bulking forms of the old town.
	Pelting headlong down the time ravaged street I managed to keep my feet under me, heedless of rationing my strength as I charged as fast as I could toward the dubious shelter of those old, weather beaten buildings.  If I could find some safe hidey hole for a few minutes I could catch my breath before making that last run toward the security gate.  The town was roughly in the middle of the enclave, the location of the first appearance of the wolves a century before.  What its name had been I did not know, and I did not care.
	I just wish I hadn’t drunk those last three screwdrivers, or the fifth of vodka worth of chasers before them.  They boiled and rumbled about in my gut, threatening to cramp me or make me simply bend over and hurl right there in the middle of the street.  My head was swimming and the world was swaying as the re-awakened vapors of the alcohol blew into my brain like a gang of Hell’s Angels bent on chaos.
	Blowing, winded, I staggered between the first two buildings, little more than shells of rotting wood and old wall panels and looked about quickly.  Somewhere in the woods the bushes rustled.  They did not crash or rattle, they rustled, but it did not make me think that the wolves were moving any slower than I was on their long legs built just exactly for running.  Short whuffing barks and growls whispered to me from somewhere behind as the two wolves that I had heard found and conversed.
	Fuck, they were close.
	Slowing to a jog I tried to soften my steps and not make so much racket, but it was a fruitless effort.  Wolves were known for their amazingly keen hearing, even if it was barely beyond my own human range, I was sure at that moment that they could hear a cat walking on concrete a mile away.  Desperately I cast about for some dark hideyhole to pause in so I could let my head stop swimming and banging ever so painfully, and get my breath.
	But they could smell, to, and a hell of a lot better than they could hear.  I’d read somewhere that canine night vision was not much better than humans, but they saw movement far more clearly.  Not that they had any worry there, either, because the towering lights around the perimeter cast the entire enclave in a light like the full moon.  Growing desperate I increased my pace, hoping that I could catch my wind as I jogged rather than fled in blind haste.
	That thought was dashed when a trio of tall shadows crossed the street at the far end of the ramshackle, beaten old town.  Wolves! More of them, but ahead of me.  I quickly darted to the side and pressed myself against the corner of a building shadowed from those damnable lights.  Just how many of them were there?  Did they breed viably?
	I knew the answer to neither question, having paid almost no attention to the biology teacher when he talked about the growing anomalies of non-human species arising in hugely separated locations on the planet almost simultaneously.  We got wolves, other cities got centaurs, others satyrs.  It was a pot luck crapshoot, but it had happened almost overnight, all over the globe, in small locations.
	Most were sealed off swiftly, like our own enclave, while others such as centaurs were grudgingly accepted into the societies where they appeared.  No one yet knew how they had arisen, or how they maintained their populations.  To my knowledge no one bothered to keep a census of them, or at least our local wolf population.
	Casting about for a new direction to flee I stepped out from the corner of the building and looked up and down the street I was crossing.  It led away from my destination, but I hoped to find a cross street not blocked by more wolves. Jogging as quietly as I could down the street I crossed it and slipped toward another cross street, more an alley, and stopped to lean around the corner.  The alley seemed clear of so much as even a dumpster, not that the wolves needed any.  The charnel stench of old meat and feces assailed my nose but I choked it back.  They had to shit somewhere, and I doubt the plumbing worked any more.
	Watching my step I sidled hastily down the alley, stepping around debris and water puddles.  My running sneakers were thankfully more quiet than my usual wont of hard soled boots or dress shoes.  Reaching the end of the alley I glanced out again, finding the adjoining street clear.  I was behind a row of buildings; a service drive for delivery trucks once.  Coal chutes turned into basement entries hunkered against the back of most of the buildings.  Some stood open, others closed, while others had caved in over the years.  I stepped out into the alley and turned toward the next one I saw.
	I was almost there too, completely focused on my goal, and the only hint that I had utterly fucked up was the growl that issued from a shadowed door recess to my left.  The sound of claws on cement shattered the night with a sound that was both scratch and screech, causing me to stop in sudden fear and spin toward the sound.  The dark mass of a wolf was only a pace away by the time my eyes focused on it and even before I could scream it slammed into me with a perfect shoulder tackle.  The impact took me off my feet bodily, huge hands raking across the lycra of my exercise shirt and pulling downward even as I fell through the air.  I crashed to the ground with a pained explosion of breath and the beast continued over me by its own momentum.
	Rolling over hastily I scrambled to get my feet under me again to run, but my pants where half way down my thighs and I grabbed for them, but they were yanked away, and I with them, before I could get them back up.  The snarling beast snatched at that easy handhold and jerked me back off my feet, sprawling me on my chest, mewling like a kitten.  Scrabbling my fingers on the concrete, as I was dragged bodily by the pants tangled on my sneakers, I vainly tried to find something with which to combat the beast, but other than a few small pieces of broken pavement I came up empty.
	Then, abruptly, I was free.  My pants had given up their fight with my sneakers and the wolf was left with nothing but a bundle of fabric.  Panting in a panic I lurched to my feet, clad in nothing more than a shirt, my naked ass probably glowing like a beacon for every wolf within miles, and made a sprint for that alley.
	The wolf paced me almost effortlessly, loping along on strangely slender legs as if my terrified flight was the awkward run of a toddler.  I looked sidelong, eyes rabbit-wide in horror, and saw the wolf beside me, its muzzle hanging open as it savored the chase, tongue hanging out of the corner of its toothy maw.  Then it lurched and I was in no way prepared to jink out of the way.  Its shoulder slammed into me heavily and, once again, I found myself sprawling ungainly through the air.  A void of darkness rose up from the earth to my right and, the last thing I knew before some concussion ripped my wits away, I was falling into that void with a wolf atop me.
	The decent down the coal chute was blessedly smooth but the floor that met me was concrete hard.  I let out a whoosh of pained breath as I came down hard on my upper back.  My legs, pale naked in the diffuse light, flew over my head, somersaulting me into the inky blackness of some wolfland basement.  I heard the skirl of claws on steel as the wolf slid down behind me and, abruptly, everything went dark.
	Not the darkness of unconsciousness and, blessed be, not the final darkness of death, but the simple darkness of having every source of light stolen away.  Winded, witless, and disoriented I righted myself, or at least found out by gravity where down was enough to put my head above my feet, and crouched there, unmoving.  I heard an ungodly rattle and crash amidst the growls of exertion as the wolf, unseen somewhere a few feet away in the inky void, slammed both halves of the cellar door shut and, from the sound of it, shoved something through the handles so that it could not be opened.
	Fuck!  Fuck, fuck, oh my god fuck, I am so dead!  The wolf was locking me away in some private lair to rip my guts out and eat my heart before my poor, stupid, drunk ass was even cold.  I whimpered as I heard the hiss of paw pads and skirl of claws on steel herald the wolf’s decent down the ramp.  A solid grip at my throat ended the pitiful noises coming from my breast.  I found myself being pulled to my feet and I grasped at the frighteningly powerful arm clutching my throat.  To my surprise the arm was no thicker than my own, and they were not exactly slender, but it was scary strong.
	The strength of the wolf’s arm should not have been the thing I feared most, but its easy power was frightening.  If the wolves ever got out and decided to stake their claim no man could stand against them without a fucking serious amount of firepower.  The wolf shoved me back and released me to stagger, then shoved the flat of a hand against my chest forcing me back again.  Something yielding crashed into the back of my legs and I fell back onto, or into, it.  A couch.  Age worn and tattered soft, its ancient springs squeaked and groaned as I fell back into it.
	Lying there, helpless, half naked, I waited for the next strike to come.  One could say that, for all intents and purposes, I was fully naked because a shirt was hardly going to cover anything that needed to be covered for the sake of modesty.  Not that it mattered, the beast would eat what it wanted to eat when it got to it.  I just hoped it killed me quickly.
	FUCK YOU, ADAM! I screamed in my mind.  The sonofabitch had goaded me into my own suicide and was probably giggling madly about it.  Not that he had expected me to just up and get gutted so easily, but he browbeat me into it over the promise of a blowjob.  Maybe even a good ride, but now I would never get even that.  He’d never get my dick in his mouth again, even if I did somehow survive this hopeless deathtrap.
	I lay there, waiting, for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a minute before I realized that the wolf had not continued its assault.  It was pacing, the sound of the beast’s strangely light and yet heavy footfalls moving from one side of the darkness to the other.  It was also growling, as if in confusion.  I lay there, tracking the motion by ears and trying to follow it with my eyes, and panted heavily.  My head was clearing; the adrenaline of my impending demise having flushed the vodka quite completely out of my system, but my heart was still going mach five.
	What the fuck was that gods be damned beast doing?  Back and forth, rumbling and grumbling to itself in the darkness in which it could probably see far better than I could.  My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness but that did little to make things more clear.  I could pick out a shadow, almost, against some diffuse light that was more a tease than a revelation.  I took a last deep breath and let it out through my nose with a shuddering sigh.  The wolf halted, its ever-so-dim shadow disappearing into the gloom of the basement, and I quailed.  I could hear its heavy breathing somewhere distressingly close.
	Freakishly close, because I felt a sudden hot gust of warmth across my naked crotch.  With a mousy squeak I jerked back deeper into the couch, a whole six inches maybe, my eyes going wide.  What the hell?  It sniffed me!  No, it sniffed my crotch!  What did I do, piss myself?  I had no way of telling what was sweat and what was piss, but I did not smell any of the later while I smelled a whole lot of the former.  And wolf.  Oh yes, I smelled wolf.  A lot of wolf.
	Again I felt that warm waft of air across my crotch and, again, I squeaked in a girlish manner that would have had my friends laughing themselves into purple-faced fits.  I clutched at the age worn cushions of the couch and waited, not knowing what the fuck the beast was doing.  But, somewhere deep in the back of my mind in dark places best not talked about in public, I knew exactly what the wolf was about.  WHY it was about it I had no way of knowing, but I knew.  I was just too scared out of my fucking wits to realize it.
	Well, until it decided to stop sniffing and lick.  Oh yes, that lick told me pretty damned well what was going on, and I could only cough in surprise even as I grunted.  I had to admit, the broad warm swath from balls to cock tip felt pretty damn nice.  Strange, mind you, but nice.  I’d never been licked by anyone other than my boyfriends, the few I had enjoyed.  The wolf paused after that lick, I could feel the touch of fur just teasing my flaccid tip.  The wolf was watching me, I could sense it, looking up along my body while its chin hovered just above my cock.  Yes, I was being watched, and measured, and tasted.
	And tasted again; another slow, measuring lick that lifted my naked balls and drifted upward along my flaccid length.  I’m a grower, not a shower.  In its current state I could easily have hidden it entirely behind one hand.  If that damned wolf kept licking, however, I would be up despite my horror and startled surprise that it was clearly more interested in licking my cock than eating me like a buffet.  When I’m up, as Adam once said, I’m UP.  Not overly large, but in no way small or even average, I like to think I’m just right.  The boyfriend, the desperate fuck buddy I picked up, after Adam, complained about it though; too big for him.  I rather doubted that, if that wolf’s muzzle was as big as I thought I saw before it threw me into its private lair, that I would be too big for it.
	For her, for him, I had no way of knowing, but that muzzle had appeared to me as big as a steam shovel.  And it was licking me, over and over again, each stroke light and warm and surprisingly gentle.  At the end of each lick it stilled over me, watching.  Despite the hammering of my heart I could feel my erection awakening, some of the fear melting away at the strange surprise of being seduced by a wolf.
	A wolf, of all things.  Yes, sentient if all the reports where accurate, but a wolf nonetheless.  A beast.  A beast that, by all appearances, was enjoying the ultimate cocktease.  Blinking, feeling brave despite my own startled dichotomy of revulsion and arousal at being licked to erection by an intelligent, anthropomorphic wolf, I tentatively reached down with one hand.  I felt the nose first, and it did not withdraw, shifting slightly to nudge my fingers, and then the whiskers.  Damn it was solid, that monster’s muzzle, but the fur was warm and soft, slightly coarse and smooth at the same time.  Lightly I traced my fingers upward onto the bridge of its muzzle just behind its nose, and pressed.
	It was a light touch, fucking brave as hell considering it could just as well have ripped my guts out, but the wolf accepted it.  The muzzle dipped under my fingertips and the tip of the beast’s tongue traced lightly across the underside of my glans.  It was electric.  I hissed in a breath and squirmed, letting out a soft sigh as I realized that, if I did what the monster wanted, if I gave it what it wanted, I might just survive the night.
	And I was so going to kick Adam’s ass.  No, I was going to kick his balls, as hard as I could.  I was going to launch that mother fucker into space.
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	First, though, I had to deal with an unexpectedly amorous six foot tall fur bound monster who’s muzzle was caressing my rapidly thickening cocktip with a warm, gentle tongue.  I hissed softly as that broad, thin appendage pressed me down with another slow lick up my length and then swirled around my tip to draw it upward.  A briefly renewed thrill of fear clutched at my heart when I felt the hard touch of teeth against me as I was drawn in.
	In.  Yes, into a wolf’s muzzle.  A big wolf wanted my cock and was going to get it and there was not a damned thing I could do about it.  Nor, at that moment, was I inclined to even attempt.  Yeah, it was a wolf, a creature I had never expected to survive running into in its own element, much less find myself putting my dick into.  A breathy groan escaped my throat as that brief caress of hard edges gave way to the warm channel of the creature’s broad muzzle and my hips lifted of their own accord.  Traitor, those hips, acting of their own will to slide another inch of myself into that warm enclosure.  The wolf grunted softly, a pleased mixture of sigh and growl as it took the two inches those traitorous hips offered, and the remaining six in a slow downward push of its huge head.  I shuddered and moaned a choked cry as it took me fully, the cold touch of the monster’s nose pressing into the sole bit of hair I let remain on my loins.  A mere little tuft, that, just enough to tickle my boyfriend’s nose, when I had a boyfriend.
	Unfortunately I had been regrettably single for the past four months, aside from the occasional one night fling with the old friend now and then.  Friends with benefits could not be denied and when they offered a hot dick I was never one to turn that down.  Or a blowjob, gods no, never deny that!  Usually that offering was to give, or receive, a hot bit of oral pleasure.  No one had gone so far as ride my ass in months.
	But I digress, my relationship failures of the past half year mean not shit when I had my dick in a monster’s face.  Strong hands slipped upward along my thighs from knees to hips, the touch of claws scraping slowly across my flesh until they slid inward across my groin.  My hips bucked and shuddered and I found myself more and more beginning to agree with them, the wolf’s warm muzzle felt like nothing I had ever experienced it before.  Firstly, and really the most important fact, was that it could take all of me in one go.  I’ve had deep throat before, but I had never found it all that marvelous because the throat is a fucking hell of a lot more narrow than the mouth.  When a guy took my entire eight inches it felt like I was trying to cram the head of my cock through the mouth of a soda bottle.  When I’d tried to deep throat in return all I ever did was gag ingloriously.
	This beast could take every bit of my length and not bottom out in the constriction of its epiglottis.  Thick, furry thumbs slid down to either side of my balls and lifted them against the wolf’s chin as it drew that strangely sensational muzzle upward slowly and my hips strove upward.  Those hands kept me down, though, and the beast made a sound; a slow rolling growl that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle.  In return all I could do was grunt a sigh as my cock, held upright by those big furry paws, was slowly licked around and around my head.
	Oh, that motherfucker did know damn well how to tease a cock.  The tip of its thin, dexterous tongue teased just below the tip of my cock with short, soft licks that sent me into paroxysms of need.  Blow me, damnit, I wanted to scream but I didn’t dare.  It, he or she or what the fuck ever I didn’t care at that moment, may have been teasing me to the edge of blowing spunk all over its lips, but I had no idea how long that good favor would last.  I dropped my hands down to stroke the creature’s forearms, feeling thick fur over bone and muscle.
	Now, I don’t know dogs, I’ve never had one as a family pet.  All I knew about them was from those my friends or lovers had owned, and that was just ‘come here, Rover.  Good dog” and pet the thing.  So I had no idea just how muscular to expect those forearms to feel, but I didn’t feel any flab.  But hey, this beast had to run down its prey and subdue it by sheer force of its strength, so I little expected it to be a fat fuck.
	While I was contemplating the muscularity of those forearms the wolf rubbed under my nuts, lifting and rolling them with its thumbs while it continued to stroke me with that marvelous tongue.  No man had ever been able to lathe such a profound tongue stroke on me.  While the tip was caressing the soft flesh of my naked balls the base of it was half way up my length and, as it lifted its head that tongue only seemed to grow longer with the opening of its muzzle.  Ohhhh but damn that felt good.
	And here I am, lauding the tongue of a fur-bound bipedal wolf like a god damned slut, but it was!  I swear, it would not have to do anything more than lick me like that and I was going to bust a nut hard.  It’d been weeks since anyone helped me to that end and I’d been forced to just resort to old Rosy Palm since then.  Now I needed that touch, any touch, to light a fire in my balls like a furnace.
	Reaching the tip of my cock again the wolf angled its head and consumed me again, fully, burying its nose in my tuft of groin hair with a growling huff.  With a gasp I clutched its arms and my hips jerked, slamming my groin into its nose as my cock jerked against the unyielding curve of the beast’s palette.  Oh, it may have been a wolf, but it was a gods be damned talented wolf, and too much more of that and I’d be joining the beasty club.
	And then it just flat out blew my mind with its next amazing trick.  Oh, it might seem simple in words, but oh my fucking gods… the beast rolled its tongue.  Yeah, simple, eh?  Oh, but when that tongue is at least a good ten inches from tip to root, when the entire length of it rippled down the underside of my cock it was like a tsunami laced with dynamite going off in my loins.  I let out a gasping moan of pleasure that I just can’t find words for and my hips jerked up solidly against the weight of those hands, slamming my groin into the monster’s muzzle.  I’ve had guys do that trick, but a human tongue is, what, two inches long?  Not the same thing, by any conceivable stretch of the imagination.
	The wolf replied to my gasp and thrust with a hitching, rumbling sort of growl that I could only assume, and hope, was pleased laughter as its tongue continued that rolling pressure along the underside of my cock.  Its jaw clenched with just enough pressure along my length to prevent me from popping my cork right there on the spot and my hips fell back down, if only briefly, before giving another hard thrust.  As if bouncing from the impact the beast drew its head up, shifting its hands to my hips, until only my ever-so-engorged tip was held behind its dangerously sharp teeth, then plunged back down to meet the next thrust.
	Oh, this was heaven, it was hell, and I was going to let this monster do whatever the fuck it wanted to my body as long as it kept sucking my cock like that.  I dropped my hands to its head and gripped the thick fur of the monster’s ruff as I merrily rode its muzzle.  Gods, my hands were holding the head of a wolf, a gods be damned monster by every childrens’ tale I had ever been told, and enjoying myself beyond anything a fable would ever even think of.  What would mommy ever think?  Hah, oh gods!
	I was just about there, my orgasm churning in my balls eager for release, and I was rising to it with more speed than I had ever done before even with Adam, that son of a bitch, when suddenly the muzzle wasn’t there anymore.  I let out an agonized cry when the wolf’s muzzle drew away entirely, letting my throbbing cock down with a teasing lick.  My fingers fisted into those thick cheek ruffs and pulled but there was no swaying the power of the beast as it simply lifted its head out of my grasp.  The springs of the old sofa creaked as the beast pushed itself up entirely and, but for a dim shadow against the near total darkness, I could not track it.
	“Oh, oh damn you, don’t fucking stop now!” I choked, casting about for it with one hand while I grabbed my needy cock with my other and stroked frantically, but it was just not the same and far from sufficient compared to the bliss of that rolling, suckling tongue.  A large hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my cock.  “Damnit!” I cursed but, upon releasing my wrist, it just tapped the back of its hand against my wrist in a very direct message:  Don’t touch.
	Oh but fucking damn I wanted to.  My balls set to aching almost instantly, an agonizing case of blue balls in dire need.  Distracted by that building ache I didn’t immediately catch the shift of the upholstery as the wolf shifted its position.  I did not catch the slight adjustment in the arm of the couch as the weight of a hand leaned down on it near my head, or the creaking groan of aged structure as another hand rested atop the couch nearby.  It wasn’t until a warm, wet caress stroked across my lips did I notice, and it’s impossible not to notice a broad tongue when it’s being slowly stroked across half of your face.
	That sure as hell gave me a start and I twitched.  Oh, yes, I’ve been glommed by friend’s dogs before, but never outright kissed by one.  I froze there, not sure exactly how to go about returning a wolf’s kiss.  If that monster put its tongue in my mouth I would flat out choke on it.  After the lick its tongue drew away, and as it had earlier, I could sense the wolf hovering there, its warm breath caressing my freshly dampened flesh.  Swallowing the lump in my throat I lifted my head a little, blindly bumping its lips, and gave a shaky peck in return.  Short, soft fur tickled my lips but the wolf did not try to provide a deeper kiss.  A warm huff of breath escaped its nose and the couch muttered as the wolf shifted.
	A moment later I felt short, soft, dense fur against my cheek that slid upward across my lips.  And that touch was not the wolf’s lips.  I didn’t need to be a damn genius to figure out what that was.  I huffed at the feel of the wolf’s heavy, sheathed cock brushing against my cheek and lips, grinning like a fool.  That’s how you want it, huh, big boy?  I can cock tease with the best of them, and if you’re going to leave me aching and needy well then fuck, I can match you!
	Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention?  It was a boy wolf, a big boy wolf by the judge of that heavy package slowly brushing back and forth across my lips.  The scent of it was far from what I would have ever expected.  It wasn’t dirty, for one, considering there’s probably not a single functioning inch of plumbing in the entire enclave.  For another its musk was not overwhelmingly potent, though unmistakably male.  Not like any human male, either, but don’t ask me to define it for you.  I’ve never had my face in a dog’s crotch to give any sort of worthwhile explanation.  Warm, heavy, but subtle is about all I could say, the fur itself really had no odor at all.
	Considering the charnel stench of the alley I ran through that was quite surprising.
	As the wolf drew its sheath down across my lips I turned my head slightly and nosed the tip, which smelled altogether more powerful, with a musky bitterness to it that made my nose wrinkle.  Okay, that wasn’t pleasant, but wasn’t disgusting either.  I’d been with a couple of guys who were not cut and knew well that, if they were not fastidious about their hygiene, it could get a bit funky under that foreskin.  I’ve never blown one that wasn’t cleaned, however.  At the inquisitive brush of my lips across its sheath tip, which was nested in a tuft of very soft fur, the beast stopped moving and waited.
	Yeah, I know what you want, big boy, and you’re gonna get it.  Hell, if he didn’t my fate was far from guaranteed even if I didn’t want to suck the monster’s cock.  And I did, oh boy did I ever.  After arousing me mindless with that blowjob there was no way in hell I was going to pass up the opportunity to give him a raging case of blue balls in return.  Well, at least while it was giving me a blowjob the beast was not immune; the slight dampness and subtly acrid smell of what I could only assume was pre filled my nose as I leaned close.  Steeling myself I lipped at the soft tuft of fur, pushing against it lightly as I slipped my tongue out to give it a lick.  The fur tasted, well, as one might expect fur to taste, however that is.  The dampness tasted as it smelled, subtly acrid but not unpleasantly so, with a slightly bitter nutty undertone.  Whether that was the taste of the fur itself or the wolf’s burgeoning arousal I didn’t know.
	Bravely I leaned closer and pushed my lips against that soft tip, feeling the warm flesh under it slipping back to expose the wolf’s tip.  Okay now, all aroused beyond rational thought aside, that tasted pretty fucking rank.  The musky, nutty taste that infused my mouth blew through my senses and I could only stop there, hovering on the edge of revulsion, and choked down a swallow with just the back of my throat.  Oh, fuck, if he tasted like that this was going to be a pretty unpleasant job.  The wolf’s stomach tensed and it huffed out a growling gasp as my tongue slipped around that tip, which was altogether inhuman.
	It was tapered and slender, slick with that rank tasting musk that made me want to gag.  I fought the response back as I licked and circled that tip, mapping out the alienness of it.  I’d never before so much as seen a dog’s cock, and here I was licking at the tip of a wolf’s.  People had described them to me, and I’d seen dog shaped dildos, so I had some clue, but as for the real thing this was the first time I’d ever been anywhere near one in the flesh.  And was I ever near, an inch of it was in my mouth and the owner of it was huffing and growling over me while his entire body quivered with restrained need.
	Yeah, how does it feel you big teasing fucker?  I took my time, finding that the rank, nutty musk faded with reassuring swiftness.  Whatever gave it that sharp tang was not inherent of the flesh itself, so I assumed it was something that came from the sheath itself.  Okay, I could work with that.  The initial musk of taking my boyfriend was always the same, but never nearly so fucking potent.  It always went away pretty quick and, by the time I was face down in their crotch I was beyond caring about a little muskiness anyway.  The wolf seemed to be no different in that regard, if a hell of a lot more powerful.
	Opening my mouth further I suckled softly upon that tip, feeling how it twitched and pulsed under my ministrations, as proud as I always was at feeling how I could bring pleasure to another person.  Even if this wasn’t a person, in the same regards as my human lovers, but it was something I could give pleasure to, and torture.  Over me the wolf huffed and growled, the fabric of the couch creaking in protest as its claws dug in.  Powerful hips shuddered and twitched, eager to thrust but held solidly in check.  I had to give him that, at least he was not going to just slam that spear into my throat straight off.
	Slipping the arm closest to the beast around the back of one leg I slid my hand upward to stroke its muscular, furry rump while I tortured the first inch or so with my tongue.  The shaft twitched strongly and an infusion of warm, slightly acrid tasting wetness washed across my tongue.  Pre, oh yes, there’s no failing to identify that.  It was nothing like human, again, being a wolf.  It was more thin, much more fluid, and not nearly as slick but neither unpleasant in its dry taste.  Pulling against the beast’s rump I pushed my mouth downward when I felt the tension of his rump building.  It wanted to thrust, and if I kept teasing as I was, he probably would despite his attempts to hold back.
	I took half of him with the first drop of my head and he let out a whining, muffled howl as the muscles of his stomach fluttered and his tail jerked upward.  I slid my hand further up, fingers tracing along the furry cleft of his rump, and grinned around the cock in my mouth.  I could feel it beginning to thicken, being less than an inch in girth as it was.  Drawing my head back I kissed the spear-like tapered tip, flicking my tongue across what I assumed was the opening, before pushing my head down again and taking more.  Oh, but I wanted more, I wanted all of it, and I wanted it right-the-fuck-now thank you, but I wasn’t going to give him the immediate pleasure.  Not after he left my balls aching with the need to explode.
	As I drew my head back the monster let out a low, deep groan and huffed for breath while I kissed and lapped lightly at his tip.  Yeah, that’s it, isn’t it big boy?  You want it, but how bad do you want it?
	Stupid thought of a foolish mind, that.  He told me just how much he wanted it when I pushed my head against him to take a bit more of his length.  He didn’t wait for me to take; he gave.  His rump tensed and his hips flexed and, with a gagging snort of surprise I felt the beast’s entire length slide into my mouth to poke solidly against the back of my throat.  Now, usually, this would elicit a gag reflex strong enough to make the normal person puke their guts out on the spot.  But, by the miracles of modern science, I had gotten some minor surgery performed two years ago that eliminated my gag reflex.  So when the tapered tip of his cock pressed into the back of my throat all I felt was the pleasure of the beast’s need.  I let out a muffled huff into the thick fur pressing against my nose and waited for him to draw back.  I felt a slightly greater thickness against my lips and, judging by the dildos I’d seen in the past, assumed it would be what I’d heard was the beast’s knot.
	I’d even had a couple of those toys used on me, both solid and sleeves over someone’s cock, and usually I could take that bulging base.  Some were freakishly huge and I fervently hoped that those were mere exaggerations of nature.  If he was half the size of those I would be sorely challenged to just open my mouth wide enough to take the girth of his shaft alone.
	Adam had one, but he never used it.  The monstrosity was more to freak out his newer conquests as it lay in his box of other toys than it was for any sort of actual use.  It was almost the length of my forearm and as thick as my wrist.  The bulge at the toy’s base was easily six inches in diameter and it made me wince just to think about it.  Big boy, big wolf, please oh very very much please don’t be that damn huge.
	I was soon going to find out, because the monster’s cock was thickening with stunning speed as his hips drew back and then leaned forward again to press his tip against my throat again.  It pulsed powerfully, twitching with muscular strength as more and more of his pre spattered across my tongue and palette.  He did not outright thrust, either because he liked slow more than fast (blessed be that) or he was restraining himself for my benefit.  Initially he was perhaps an inch in girth, and once the nasty funk of his sheath musk faded under the washing of my tongue, he was not bad at all.  The flesh was hot and smooth, thicker along the first third as it swelled, tapering smoothly toward the bulge at his base.  I coaxed the furry flesh of his sheath back from that knot with my other hand, obeying his earlier command not to touch my twitching, needy erection, not knowing if he could even get it out of his sheath once it was full up.
	With one hand toying at the muscular curves of his powerful rump I cupped his balls with my other hand.  They were big, much bigger than my own, and slightly cool to the touch.  The fur upon them was quite short and dense, delightful to feel as my fingers lifted and stroked them.  I played my tongue along the underside of his length as it slid smoothly back and forth in my mouth.  Feeling it thicken with arousal was spectacular, knowing I was its cause.  The only time I’d felt such arousal in the past was when I gave my boyfriends a wake up blowjob, taking their flaccid human flesh in my mouth and suckling it to arousal.
	It always felt wonderful having a cock growing in my mouth; a man’s flaccid softness wakening to solidity under my attentions was a thrill I never tired of.  Having this monster doing the same was an even more intense thrill.  There was no flaccidity to it; the wolf was erect even when not aroused, due to some sort of cartilage in the shaft, but its erection was the same process; a swift thickening and lengthening within the confines of my mouth.
	At least he was not freakishly thick once he stopped growing.  Not being able to see I had to gauge by what I was feeling in my mouth, and it felt good.  It was perhaps two and a half inches at its thickest, tapering down to two inches just before the bulk of his slick knot.  All told, not considering the knot, it was maybe ten inches in length.  Now, let me tell you, that is a lot of cock to manage!  I was longer than Adam, at eight inches, but not as thick as his two and some change, but this beast was a freaking spear.
	A thick spear, mind you, and a nice hard one with a blunt tip copiously filling my mouth with his fluid thin pre.  But ten inches is a hell of a lot to choke on.  Despite my most earnest efforts I could only take eight of him and each time he bottomed out against my throat I had to simply stop breathing because he was so thick and his pre was spurting out under a good bit of pressure.  Shifting my hand I cupped his huge knot in my palm and the wolf hissed happily as he dropped his hips forward, shoving my head solidly against the back of the sofa arm against which it rested.
	His cock pushed and pulled, then suddenly swiveled in my mouth as the wolf shifted over me, hip pushing against my arm forcing me to drop it out of the way.  Heavy balls brushed my brow and I almost did gag, despite the corrective surgery, as his weight crushed that cock deeper into my mouth than I thought I could take.  A shadow hove over me, his leg, as the beast moved himself to mount my face all the more heavily.  Throat filled with cock I felt a very real fear that he’d suffocate me if he blew his load right then.  As it was I had to gulp furiously just to keep the steady flood of pre going to my stomach and not lungs.
	My head was pushed to one side as a thickly furred leg pushed down between it and the back of the couch, one more taking the wolf’s full weight and blessedly pulling half of his choking length out of my mouth.  I gasped around that thickness for breath because my nose was simply insufficient to ease the screaming of my lungs.  While he moved I drew my arms up to my chest just to get them out of the way and waited until he settled himself.
	With the darkness it was somewhat difficult to figure out the positions but figured he was kneeling over my head getting ready to give me a good, solid face fucking.  Muscular, furry thighs brushed against my ears and his smell; very masculine and wild in a bestial way.  Once he stopped moving I reached up one hand to cup his knot again and was graced with a heavy rumble of approval as his hips drew up a couple of inches.
	My ears told me that the beast’s growl was not somewhere above my head but rather somewhere much further south but I was enjoying the shear bestial carnality of a mouth filled by twitching wolf cock so much I didn’t catch it.  What I did catch, however, was his lick.
	Oh yes, there was no missing that; not when it caressed my ever-so-needy erection from glans to balls and back.  I gasped and cried out around the muffling girth spilling pre into my throat, making a gurgling sound through the pooling wet, and threw my hips upward with needful abandon.  Yes, yes, oh gods please yes, do that some more!
	And he did, oh did he ever, gentle caresses of that broad, facile tongue that drove me stark mad with lust and need.  I gulped at his cock as his hips rolled in slow, firm thrusts that never quite bottomed out in my throat and always left me wanting more… and I always took it, suckling greedily at each powerful spray of wolf precum.  While I pulled stroked his bulging knot with one hand I slid the other one up around his waist to grab his hips and pulled him down.  His thighs kept their own time despite my urgent efforts to bring him down, to coax him into just flat out burying himself in my throat again.
	He was a wolf, a beast, a gods be damned monster, and I just could not get enough of his cock.  Yeah, okay, call me a slut, but Adam pushed me into it!  At least I was alive, and a wolf was about to pop my cork in ways that I had never before imagined, so, yeah, I was cock hungry and out of my fucking mind.  And I was still going to kick his balls into orbit.
	Only now I might just wait until after his promised month of blowjobs.
	Groaning and writhing under the wolf, loosing myself in the slow, rolling thrusts and steady warmth of his pre, I gasped as I felt the hard, deadly edges of his front teeth ever so lightly nibbling the flesh along the underside of my cock.  My balls ached and my loins burned and I knew that the moment the wolf took me in his muzzle again I was going to simply explode.
	So lost was I in the resumption of his evil cock torture I quite neglected to note that his own thrusts had increased in tempo, pressing into my mouth a little longer with shorter draws, and the scent of him had increased remarkably.  It was far from unpleasant, both earthy and warm, but with his balls only six inches from my nose each time I took him as much as I could it could not be missed.  It wasn’t until I felt his knot beginning to swell further, and it was not small by far, that I noticed that the bulging cock in my mouth was notably thicker as well.
	My eyes popped wide, despite being blind as a bat, as I felt a rushing surge quite more powerful than the pulse of his heart race past the fingers clutching his knot and the wolf’s thick cock got even larger.  His hips jerked up at the clutch at his knot, pulling a bit of his thickening shaft from my mouth a moment before its absence was replaced by high pressure geyser of wolf cum that exploded from his tip.
	Even as the wolf’s orgasm blew into my mouth the wolf dipped his head and captured my entire length in one fell go in that surprised moment where my hips stopped thrusting.  Immediately his muzzle clamped down and his tongue rippled along my already over-sensitive length.  Swallowing hastily I gurgled and cried out, spattering wolf seed from the corners of my mouth, as the paired sensations; wolf orgasm in my face and hot wolf muzzle sealed around my cock, sent me sailing so far over the edge I lost the entire planet.
	My cock throbbed and jumped, my entire lower body locking up like an over-revved engine seizing, as I threw my hips up into that wonderful heat, not caring a whit that I was driving my cock into a passage bracketed by teeth that could shred it in a blink.  My sole concern was, oh my fucking god yes I’m blowing my load like dynamite, and trying not to drown on the flood filling my mouth.  I gulped hastily and clutched his hips with one hand frantically, my other hand milking and squeezing his not, taking delight each time I felt the contents of his balls race powerfully through the root, swelling the knot, and surging through that cock to spend itself lustfully in my hungry mouth.
	Oh, fuck.
	Oh, fucking hell, the wolf was a god in fur; one of those old Greek gods who masqueraded among mankind in the form of animals way back in the day.  His muzzle was a dream of pure lust and that cock, well, wow, there was just no comparing it to a guy blowing his load.  Even my most copious boyfriends could not unload what this monster was spewing into me, challenging me to swallow it all.  Other than that first gurgling cry I was managing the task but it just would not stop.  It ebbed considerably, yes, after maybe thirty seconds or so but I’ve never had a guy’s climax last more than fifteen seconds.  My orgasm, while mind numbing in its intensity, lasted maybe ten in the wonderful heat of that beast’s toothy muzzle.  My entire body, wrought tense by the wolf’s torturous build up, slumped back into the couch before his own had even peaked.
	As the last of his gushing flood faded I relaxed the grip upon his hip and knot and drew my head back enough to get a breath in, stifling down a cough as some of the spunk tickled my lungs.  It didn’t taste bad at all; not exactly the salty, subtly sweet sticky slickness of a man’s, but pretty damn good nonetheless.  Much more fluid and with a stronger muskiness, less salt and no sweet at all, but not so much I could not enjoy the absolute hell out of it.
	The wolf relaxed as well, but his erection did not fade as swiftly as my own, much to my envy.  He gently continued to lick mine; though not a single drop of gods knows how much I gave him had escaped the hungry depths of his muzzle, careful to stay away from the almost painfully sensitive tip.  For his own part his orgasm did not seem to end so much as just switch to low-flow cum saver mode.  It continued to throb and pulse under the gentle ministrations of my hand and mouth it kept up a steady flow of whatever followed his cum.  It was much like his pre; thin and runny.  The taste was half way between semen and pre, so I was satisfied.
	After several long minutes the wolf shifted again, leaning against the back of the couch and slowly sliding down against it as he pushed himself generally upright.  One leg shifted above my head while the other maneuvered under my shoulders.  His cock pulled up and I turned toward him, pushing myself up on one elbow, to follow it greedily.  I was not about to let him go until he was sheathed again.  Hell, his knot was not even showing any signs of shrinking.  How long was this fellow going to last, anyway?
	One large, strong hand supported my head as the beast sat himself up right.  More like sprawled into the corner of the couch, giving me room to stretch out and rest my head on his solid, furry thigh with that delightfully, carnally taboo wolf cock nested a good six inches in my mouth.  I settled myself comfortably, slipping one arm around his back to stroke the lush tail draped off along the back of the cushions, and relaxed in beatific bliss while his strangely indefatigable erection continued to spurt steady pulses of warm, musky fluid into my mouth.
	Damn.  Just damn!  I wasn’t sure if it was a fluke, but if the wolf’s hard lasted as long as it was every time I think I may just find myself converting to wolf cock.  By the time that lasting, low grade orgasm faded my jaw was beginning to ache.  To be honest I’d never had an erect cock in my mouth for nearly so long and I simply did not have the muscular stamina for it.  Flaccid cocks, yeah, when the guy I was with lost his hard after orgasm and I was too drunk, or tired, to bother moving my head.  But this monster was just, just - let me find that word here -, indefatigable!
	I wasn’t sure how long he went by the time I felt that huge knot beginning to shrink and the cock along with it.  I wished I had bothered to wear my watch.  Throughout it all the wolf panted softly and stroked my head with one hand.  He did not push or guide my suckling mouth, seemingly quite satisfied just to be getting that blowjob.  He did not go flaccid when it was over; his cock simply became considerably thinner and shorter but maintained a core rigidity that did not lapse.  Eventually the beast’s sheath slipped over the shrunken bulge of his knot and slipped up against my lips, prompting me to back off.
	Slowly I pushed myself up onto one elbow while I wiped my other forearm across my face.  I was a complete mess; my cheeks and lips were slick with sweat and what little wolfcum I had not been able to gulp down when he first cut loose plus god knows what after the fall in the alley and slide down the chute.  A furry, strong finger hooked under my chin and drew my head up.  I could feel his breath on me; smell the strong fetor of the wolf’s muzzle underlain with the scent of my own semen.  It was not a disgusting odor, mind you, just hot and damp.  All I could see was a darker shadow in the impenetrable gloom, but I trusted that deeper darkness.  Now, anyway, I felt I could trust him.
	I hoped I could, for he was still a wolf, even if a wonderfully hung wolf with the everlasting hard-on.  After a moment a felt a warm touch that started along the line of my left jaw, across my cheek and then lips; the wolf’s tongue.  Yeah, now, that felt just like the lick of every dog I had ever run across before.  But, at the same time, it was quite different; more slow, more tender as he cleaned my face with gentle licks.  Then I guess he kissed me.  Well, yeah, I guess.  It felt strange when the short, soft fur of the wolf’s lips stroked my own, as I’d never really cared much for beards at all.  The beast’s tongue touched my lips and after a momentary pause I opened my mouth to the strange, animalistic intrusion.  That tongue did not drive fully into my mouth, however, merely gracing my lips and teeth and my own tongue for a few moments before the wolf broke his kiss and leaned back.  He drew my head down against his chest and shifted on the couch; stretching himself against the back of it.  I was pushed toward the edge of the cusions but it proved to be deep enough for both of us to stretch out, if we stayed very close to each other.
I was not arguing.  Writhing awkwardly I shimmied out of my filthy exersize shirt and dropped it behind me.  Thus joining the wolf in full nudity I pressed close against him, marveling in the soft, warm caress of fur from chin to toes.
	He let out a long, deep whuffling rumble that echoed my own satisfied sigh.  I nuzzled into the fur that swathed the beast’s broad chest and then yawned hugely.  After the excess of vodka, headlong flight through the forest, adrenaline rush of my expected demise, and then that blessedly marvelous blowjob, I was down to the very dregs of my stamina.  So, after a surprisingly short time, I slept.

	Now, don’t you just hate it when you’ve gotten so drunk, and worked yourself into such an exhaustion, that you simply don’t wake up?  That’s how I was; dead to the world.  I’m normally a pretty heavy sleeper, often so heavy that I don’t notice the obvious.  Like the time there was a violent breakup taking place in another room of an ex’s house.  I missed the crashing yelling, crashing of furniture, even when a chair busted a hole in the wall.
	So, when I woke up it was to find that the wolf had moved while I lay there unconscious.  How I had missed a warm, wonderfully soft furry body shifted is beyond me, but that’s as it was.  When I finally did begin to rouse, it was to find that I was already quite roused in other ways.  The wolf had somehow worked his way off of the couch and was well into the progress of raising my cock to full alert.  Actually, he had already accomplished that task rather well.  His tongue was in the process if giving my balls a very slow slurp that continued upward along my erection to lightly circle the firm tip but, alas, he did not take it into his muzzle again.  I wasn’t sure if I could even give up another of those mind-blowing orgasms again as it was, but he was not going to hear me arguing.
	The wolf had moved, entirely without me even registering that fact, to crouch or kneel between my legs. One leg was hanging off of the edge of the couch while the other pushed to the back of it, his strong hands under my thighs.  I could feel those claws, stout but blunt tipped, as he dipped his head to give my balls another lick.
	Oh!  Ahh, not my balls, but further down still.  The monster’s long, broad tongue folded itself into the cleft of my ass and drew, quite firmly, across my asshole.  That most certainly banished the last of my muzzy-headed confusion.  I let out an involuntary grunt that stopped his lick short, tongue resting along the arch between asshole and nuts, and he let out what I can only assume was a curious rumble.  At least the sound seemed curious, grant me some degree of leeway, I don’t speak wolf.
	“Uhn,” I mumbled, dropping a hand down to touch the beast’s nose lightly, “Do like, don’t stop.”  I sounded like mud, and honestly I felt like it too.  The night’s exertions had taken a hell of a toll on me.  My head felt like someone had stuffed cotton behind my eyes; I hoped that would be the extent of my hangover.  My body felt as if I’d gone ten rounds with a welterweight.  And my cock, well, my cock felt like heaven under the warm breath of the wolf.  His lick resumed, lifting my balls again, but did not continue upward as it had before.  Instead it merely rolled my orbs about lightly before dipping back down to press warmly against my ass.  “Yeah, found something you like, eh?”  I asked while letting my fingers travel upward along the bridge of his nose.  The fur there was short, somewhat stiff, but soft over hard planes.  He rolled his tongue teasingly against me eliciting a groan of warm pleasure.
	Now, mind you, I never got into rimming, at all.  Somehow the idea of putting my tongue where someone shits never went over well.  Getting rimmed, on the other hand, I didn’t mind.  Hey, if that was their trick, more power to them, I always said.  And I kept myself clean; very clean.  After the drinking and then the running, sweating, and fear I could not imagine that I tasted clean at all, but the wolf didn’t seem to mind in the least.  His tongue slowly stroked across that sensitive muscular ring while his nose nudged under my balls, warming them with an exhaled breath.
	That felt good, let me tell you.  His tongue was long.  Incredibly long and was doing things no short, blunt human tongue ever could.  Yet, despite being that of a beast, it was as nimble as a human tongue.  No, scratch that, it was more nimble.  The muscular root of it pressed against me solidly while the tip would alternate teasing flicks with probing pressure.  I shifted myself a bit, lifting my ass toward his attentions while spreading my legs further apart to let him get at my rump.  “If you want it, big guy, it’s yours.” I told him between pleased sighs.  My butt might not be any more sensitive than the next guy’s, but I did enjoy the wolf’s attentions quite a bit.
	And I wanted him to do more in the worst way.
	Hey, I’m young and horny!  The prime of my life and all that, and an anal loving boy to boot!
	And the wolf seemed to be just as interested, judging by the teasing play of his tongue.  I found his ears with my blindly questing fingertips and traced the softly furred edges upward to each tip and then back down.  I rubbed just below the roots where I knew most dogs liked and he seemed no different.  When my fingers pressed gently into the thick ruff of fur to massage he growled a pleased groan and leaned his head heavily between my thighs.  His tongue pressed against me with equal weight and I strove to relax myself under that hot, insistent pressure.  My asshole fluttered and twitched under his attentions and he felt me trying, growling in approbation.
	For several long minutes he stroked and licked and probed me with his tongue, actually pressing its dexterous, slender tip into me shallowly during the brief moments where relaxed muscles and tongue worked together.  It was very, very different, and very, very delightful, but he was going to want more.  Eventually he was going to want to put something considerably larger in my ass and I was going to let him.  I wanted him to, but at the same time I was more than a little concerned.
	Oh, I could take his girth, that was a given, but he was quite long.  And then there was that knot of his, which I figured I could maybe take, that added another three or four inches of length itself.  That would be more than a foot of cock in me; more than I had ever even attempted to take before.  But I knew it could be done because others took that, and more, and bragged about it.  They did it without body mods, as well.
	Shifting my hands downward from their massage I lifted at his chin, “Come on,” I hissed hungrily, “I want more than that tongue, rover.”
	The wolf lifted his head after a last playful slurp and snorted derisively.  I guess ‘rover’ was not appealing.  I chuckled and stroked his muzzle again, nose to ears, and buried my fingers into the thick ruff along his cheeks and jaw.  His hands left my thighs and he lifted himself up to lean forward over me, repositioning his hands at my sides.  While he moved forward I dropped my hands to his shoulders and lifted my legs to rest them against his hips.  I’m not sure how well he could see me, but I was blind in the darkness so had to work entirely by touch.
	Hooking my knees around his waist I settled my heels at the small of his back just above his tail, gently urging him closer.  His hips were no more broad than any human’s but the touch of his sheath against my ass was wholly inhuman.  The wolf rumbled in the darkness over me like a distant storm at the touch of that warm, soft fur against my rump.  He shifted his hips slightly, brushing that sheath from one side to the other until it settled into the cleft of my ass and then downward as he rocked his hips forward and pressed the weight of it solidly against me.  His bowed his back, stomach pressing down against my own erection to nestle it into his fur, getting the angle of his sheathed cock directed upward toward my twitching asshole.
	I felt the touch of whiskers against my cheek, his head bowed close, breath hot across one ear as he rocked his hips up and forward, the slick tip of his cock poking from his sheath as it slid upward to nestle against me before the wolf stopped.  A soft sound, a gentle growl, whispered across my ear; an inquiry.  Was I ready for him, did I want to do this bestial thing?  I could not be sure and only gave a press against the back of his hips with my heels.  I felt his tip, tapered and slick, nudge more firmly against me but the wolf continued to hold back, repeating that inquisitive growl with a soft, pleased sigh.  “Yes,” I said, bringing a hand up from his shoulders to stroke the ruff of his cheek, “Yes.”
	That was what he wanted to hear.  His weight shifted forward and I clenched the muscles of my stomach, forcing the grudging muscles of my asshole to obey my demands.  That tight ring relaxed begrudgingly under the increasing pressure of the wolf’s tip and he slipped into me.  Not merely a teasing kiss, that, but a long, firm thrust that drove his slender shaft into me fully.  I gasped, bucking my hips upward at the marvelous feel of slick flesh invading my body.  There was no pain, not even the slightest discomfort, as he was still quite slender.  There was a slight thickening as his hips came to rest against my butt; the leading curve of his knot, but that was not for me yet.
	The wolf’s entire body shuddered and he whined deeply, dropping his head to press his strong muzzle heavily against my shoulder.  His hips drew back with a spastic jerk, almost fully removing himself, and smoothly oscillated the motion into another thrust.  That hard spear of flesh began to thicken immediately, stretching me comfortably as he drew back and thrust again, each inward shove of his length more urgent, delivered with more strength.  I hissed and groaned with each thrust, bucking wantonly upward to meet it while I clenched down with my inner muscles yet keeping my asshole as relaxed as I could manage.
	He gave that entire length to me wholly, and powerfully, both the girth and length not in the least uncomfortable.  That was surprising but by that point I couldn’t give a damn less.  The couch complained at the abuse, and loudly so, but we both ignored it.    He was fucking me but good.  Solid thrusts shoved my shoulders against the couch and I grasped about his neck with both hands, holding his head down as his chin pressed against my shoulder.  Long whiskers tickled the side of my neck and hot breaths huffed close at one ear.  It was absolutely delightful, that wolf’s cock, slightly thicker nearer the tip of the shaft and tapering down nearer the knot.  Abso-fucking-lutely perfect it was, I could say no less.  And it fit with wonderful perfection, never goading tender internal limits despite the needy strength of his thrusts.
	I could feel him within me both physically and fluidly, the wolf’s initial surge of liquid release quickly surging deeper into me.  I moaned in ecstasy throughout, enjoying the straining girth as it swiftly powered itself into me and withdrew and drove forward again.  He kept that up gods know how long but it felt like a divine eternity, with more stamina and power than I had known before.  All the while I kept clenching and relaxing my abs, knowing just how that would feel as my inner muscles clenched and pushed against the invading smoothness of his flesh.
	In due time he began to slow and then stopped, leaning heavily against my ass with the profound bulk of his knot pressing solidly against my stretched entry.  He panted heavily in time with my gasping while his cock pulsed against the stroke of my inner muscles.  Yes, he pulsed, and I could feel it profoundly, continuing to pump his alien seed into me.  I relaxed my deathgrip on the thick fur of his nape and slid my hands up to stroke between his ears and along the ruff of his cheek.  “Love that,” I whispered toward one of those unseen ears.
	He grunted a gentle approbation and drew back with aching slowness, letting me feel how his shaft thickened, stopping at the modest taper just shy of his tip, and then slid inward with equal slowness.  “Ohhhh gods!” I cried out in delight, fisting my fingers into his fur again as his knot came to rest against me and then retreated again.  The power of his lustful thrusting burned, he let me enjoy the sensual passion of a right proper lovemaking.  Slowly he drew back and returned, dropping his hips slightly to angle his inward thrust up against the hard curve of my prostate from within.  Each weighty shove lit through me like a high voltage jolt (don’t ask me how I know what that feels like… hah!) and I jerked, writhing against his tender passion.
	Tender and passion, when combined with a predator’s lust, do not seem to fit the expectation of the average man, but that’s just what I was getting.  Each time he slid into me the wolf growled heavily, body bowing as his weight hunched over me, settling his knot against my pleasantly stretched asshole before withdrawing.  It seemed to go on forever and my own lusts built with each gentle grind of his shaft into me.
	I decided to change that up after gods know how long, unable to withstand my own desires.  As his knot came to rest against me I tightened my legs, pulling his hips down and rolling my hips up solidly.  I felt a momentary stretching as my asshole pressed firmly against that knot and the wolf let out a warning huff as he strove to draw back against the resistance of my legs.  He was quite strong and lifted my rump a bit as he strove to pull back, so I let him, enjoying another leisurely withdrawal of his length.  Dropping a hand from his neck I slid it down between our tight pressed bodies as he slid into me again.  When his knot once more pressed against me I slipped my fingers around it, catching the slender root behind it between middle and third fingers to pull, albeit gently, against his knot.
	The wolf moaned and whined, his entire body giving a mighty spasm as I tugged at his knot, pressing it against my asshole.  This was going to hurt, you betcha I knew that, but damn I wanted it.  I wanted it bad.  I wanted to be taken wholly by the wolf, this beast, this monster powerfully weighing me down and breeding me like some furless wanton bitch.
	His bitch, I was, and I wanted to be that completely.  Dropping my head back I bit my lower lip, clenching my abs tightly as I strove to relax my asshole all the more.  I’d taken things as big as his knot before, but never very often and always after a good, long work up by my boyfriends.  Discomfort became pain as I pushed my hips back and pressed against the back of his knot, my asshole stretching well beyond is customary limits.  But flesh is yielding, and pain transitory.
	Slowly I felt his knot forcing my ass to open before its considerable girth and pain segued to agony; a fiery burn that almost made me relent on my desires.  But, just as that searing pain began to test the limits of my tolerance, he dropped into me with a solid thrust.  A deep groan escaped his throat, echoed by my own surprised gasp when the agony was suppressed to mere discomfort.  Holy shit this guy was huge, and he was deeper in me than anything of man or toy had ever before gone.
	It was carnal bliss.
	Never in a million lifetimes would I have imagined that a throbbing, knotted wolf would feel so amazingly good; so strangely fulfilling.  It was a damn dog, for cripes sake!  But oh, it felt so, so very good.  I tightened my legs around his hips, bearing him closer while I brought both hands up under his arms to embrace him, pulling him down atop me.  Yeah, he was rather heavy, but not terribly so.  All told he probably massed a little more than I did, maybe a touch over two hundred lanky, furry pounds.
	And he accepted my closeness, lifting his head to brush the side of his muzzle slowly across my lips, ending in another of those queer, animalistic kisses.  He shifted both legs, slowly, up onto the couch and used the embrace of my strong legs to lift my hips along with him.  That knot strained me a bit, but not painfully so, a brief uncomfortable twinge while he repositioned to stretch out over me on the creaking sofa.
	Together we relaxed, kissing like a couple of love-struck teenagers; all tongue and heated breaths.  Quite literally locked together in carnal, bestial union, we twined together on the sofa and, to my surprise and quite some time before his passion faded, I slipped off into blissful slumber once again.  He was safe, this wolf.  Or, if he was not, he had my trust and my life.
	Damn Adam, for all that fucking vodka.
	Bless Adam, for cowing me into that stupid run, and bringing me to this wolf god.
	But I was still going to send his balls into orbit.

	When I again awoke it was daylight, or some semblance of it.  The room, at least, was not nearly so dark.  Blinding cracks of white glared mercilessly through cracks in dirty, poorly masked windows along one side of the room.  The wolf slumbered half atop and half beside me, his legs still twined about my own.  His upper body had slipped off to stretch out on the outside edge of the sofa into which he had pressed me, one arm loosely supporting my head while the other lay along my side.  It was a comfortable feeling to be held like that, by man or by wolf.
	The wan daylight offered me my first real view of my captor, this strange lover of another species.  In repose he looked far from the deadly beast I had first laid terrified eyes on in the alley.  He looked strangely gentle and dangerous at the same time, his muzzle done in shades of black, dark gray, and silver.  The rest of him was similarly decorated, from what I could see.  I was loathe to move despite numerous aches and strains.  The run and tumble into the basement had left me with a broad assortment of scratches and bruises, and the wolf had left me with a pleasant low ache in my rump.  At some point he had slipped out of me but I could still feel his sheath resting heavily against my thigh.
	I reached down to trace my fingers along the side of that furry ridge with a smile.  I would probably be able to get out of the enclave safely, but the thought of that left me with an ache in my heart.  I wouldn’t say I loved this deadly bipedal wolf, not in the romantic sense, but I certainly did like him, and yearned for his passion.  If I left the enclave I had no idea when I would be able to return, if at all.  I let out a sorrowful sigh and rested my cheek against his shoulder.
	A gleam caught my attention and I lifted my sight to find that his eyes were open though he had not moved nor changed his breathing.  When our eyes met he rumbled softly and dipped his muzzle to touch his nose to my cheek.
	Holy cripes, was I crying?  Was I weeping at the thought of leaving this monstrous new lover behind in the ruin of the enclave?  Why, but oh why, were they trapped so?  Were they truly so fearsome?  I felt not a twinge of fear at the wolf’s broad muzzle touching my face, inches from my vulnerable human throat.  Compulsively I leaned close and hugged the beast fiercely with one arm, burying my face in the lush fur of his chest.
	Yeah, okay, call me a damned romantic sap.  I’m young yet, my heart not hardened by the trials and tribulations of life.  It was something I would sacrifice for him, as I never had thought to offer up to any of the boys before.  Not even Adam.  I was willing to give it all up to stay here, with him, in the ruined town trapped in the wolf enclave.
	With a warm rumble the wolf nudged my shoulder with one hand and pushed himself up.  Grudgingly I untangled my legs from his and sat up as well, slumping back into the cushions of the couch.  It squeaked under our shifting weight.  Giving my cheek a brush with the back of one hand the wolf stood and shook himself out, growling deeply as his strong paws danced upon the floor.  His fur was, to put it simply, striking to behold.  Most of it was black with gray highlights, the tips of each hair highlighted in a silvery hue.  The more bold markings of muzzle, breast, and sheath were that same silver fringed with deep gray.  
	What a damn hunk.
	After composing himself the wolf stretched and I found myself admiring his strong, yet not overly muscled, physique and considering a repeat performance of the previous night.  At least this time I would be able to see him properly.  But he had other ideas, beckoning to me with one hand before turning and walking away. When he turned I saw that the same silvery gray markings extended from his balls along the cleft of his muscular rump and a few inches along the underside of his lush tail.
	Stretching I watched him walk toward a shadowed doorway, the door itself hanging akimbo on rusted hinges.  The dirty concrete was cold under my naked feet and, save for a ragged, severely rumpled and soiled shirt the rest of me was just as naked.  “Hey, now, what about my shoes!  They’re outside in the alley.”  I really did not fancy walking around the ruins with bare feet, god knows what I might step on, or in.  The wolf looked back over his shoulder and pointedly gave me an up and down glance, his dangerous looking canid teeth gleaming in a rakish smile.  Turning back he strode over and stood before me, his eyes a couple of inches higher than my own.  Reaching out a hand he touched his fingers to my lower stomach and then slid them upward under my shirt, lifting it over my head.
	Shrugging out of it, now completely naked, I watched him toss the tattered remnant of my exercise suit onto the couch.  “What’s that supposed to fix?” I asked, but he merely turned toward the door again.  With little other course left to me I followed.
	Watching where I stepped across the filthy floor he led me into a dimly lit hallway and after a short distance up a flight of stairs littered with fallen leaves, rusting things I could not identify, and more than a little broken glass.  He paid little heed to the dangerous obstacles that I gingerly navigated around.  At the top of the stairway was another hallway, well lit by broken windows along one side.  Beyond them I saw the ruined walls of nearby buildings and verdant weed growth.  Coming to a door opposite the windows he beckoned me through.
	Saints be praised, it was a bathroom!  Mind you, it made me pause nonetheless because it brought to mind every gas-station bathroom the world over; one that had been especially neglected, with gray-brown porcelain sinks and a couple of stalls without doors.  Those were propped haphazardly against the far wall.  Peering into one at the dubious looking toilet I saw that it contained water.  Clean water, for all that the bowl itself was a noisome looking rust brown.  Raising a foot I gingerly pushed the flush handle and, much to my surprise, it flushed with a roar of fresh water.  The wolf chuckled and stepped into the other stall.
	Well, beggars can’t be choosers, so I made use of the damn thing.  Picture an image of ladies trying to perch over a toilet and you’ve got a good picture of what I tried to do… let me tell you, taking a shit while trying not to actually sit on the damn thing is a challenge fit to be an Olympic sport.
	And, another note; wolf shit stinks to high heaven!  But I won’t go into that, I’ll just let your imagination wander down that road.  After listening to a few loud flushes from the other stall, while doing my balancing act, I was surprised to see a large gray and black paw thrust under the partition holding… wonder of wonders, toilet paper!
	Where the hell do mostly-savage primitives come up with toilet paper?!!  Or, for that matter, food in a preserve only a couple of kilometers across?  The human security forces must do more for their prisoners than I thought.  At least it was one small grace I could enjoy, and did.
	Once that awkward ritual was done I tested the sinks and found that they produced clear water as well; cold and surprisingly pristine coming out of a rusty old spout.  I rinsed my hands but didn’t drink it despite my thirst.  As I washed my hands I wondered if I could convince the hunky furball to slake my thirst with some more of that potent, and copious, lupine seed.  But, after washing his own hands, my voiceless paramour left the bathroom and I followed.
	Down the litter choked hallway he lead me, out of the building and onto the weed choked cracked main street.  The sun felt warm against my skin and the air had just the slightest chill to it, presaging a day that would be comfortably warm but not hot.  We paced down the street amiably, the wolf walking easily at my side while I watched the queer mechanism of his crooked looking legs.  Dogs were never designed to walk upright and watching one do so was particularly alien to my human perceptions.
	After a time my contemplation of his paws, and the occasional glance at his silver dusted black sheath containing the ridge of his cock, my wandering lecherous thoughts were interrupted by a sound.  Distant at first, easily dismissed, the sharp rapping sound percolated through my thoughts as we approached a large building at the far end of the street.  What it once was I could not immediately place; some sort of public building with broad stairs and many broken plate glass doors.  As we drew closer I began to hear other noises; muted barks and growls and what sounded for all the world like boisterous laughter muffled by the building before us.
	Mounting the stairs the wolf led me along a path relatively clear of debris through the doors and down broad hallways of cracked linoleum.  More hallways, more broken windows illuminating them, and then down an especially wide corridor toward another bank of damaged glass doors.  Beyond them I saw more lupine shapes; some standing, some sitting, engaged in conversation or barking toward whatever activity was occurring beyond my sight.  With the sun bright outside the audience, perhaps a dozen or so that I could see, did not notice us until we stepped out of the corridor.
	Heads turned and boisterous canine cheering came to a stop among those nearest when heads turned, ears coming up and jaws dropping open.  Self-consciously I walked a little closer to my tall furry companion; I did not know what the other wolves were like.  None were clothed though a few had decorative things braided into their fur; leather and beads and feathers dyed a rainbow of colors.  The staccato thumping drew my attention to one side when we came out into the sun and I stopped.
	Basketball!
	Ten or so wolves were playing, of all things, basketball on a relatively unbroken macadam surrounded on three sides by encroaching forest and behind us by the building.  But it was not the sport, or the wolves, that brought me to a surprised stop.
	It was the human, dressed only in tight sports shorts and sandals, who was playing basketball with them.
	“Adam?” I gaped, blinking in dumbstruck confusion.  “What the fuck?”
	Adam, resplendent with only those shorts, his chiseled muscularity glistening with a sheen of sweat, beamed hugely and came off of the court toward me.  “Hey there, Steve!  You survived, and boy how.” He laughed as he glanced at the wolf at my side.  “What a catch!”
	“What a… what the fuck?  Catch?” I gaped, flummoxed, “God damn it, Adam!”  Striding toward him, a sudden fury blooming behind my eyes in a red haze, I drew back a foot and aimed a solid kick right at his crotch.  Into orbit, mother fucker, I was going to turn his fucking balls into ovaries!  Adam danced back and turned, taking my kick to his outer thigh but only laughed all the more loudly.  A strong hand grasped my shoulder and pulled me back, a solid arm going around my chest and holding me when I tried to leap after him again.
	“Steve, my boy, it’s all good, all good indeed.” Adam winked, rubbing his thigh where my naked foot had connected.  I blinked, my jaw hanging loose, and slumped against the wolf behind me.  “I wanted to introduce you to the pack, but security is not just going to open the gates on a whim.  This is how they learn, the wolves, how to interact with humans.”
	My wolf, the silver dusted shadow black hunk who had made first contact, released me and padded over toward another group of wolves who had been playing ball.  Adam stayed a few feet away, far enough to dodge should I attempt to launch his balls toward the moon again.  “Introduce?  By … what, getting fucked into the pack?”
	Adam grinned hugely, “Well, I didn’t expect you to find the best wolf of the bunch, but yeah.  They respond to brave, if sometimes stupid, acts like your run.”
	“God damn it Adam I thought I was going to get eaten!” I bellowed, furious and frustrated and terribly, terribly confused.  Indoctrination into this pack was with a dick in the ass?
	Adam chuckled and shook his head, “Yours in his, actually, but yeah.  Or her’s, if a bitch had found you.”  He looked me up and down and leaned his weight on one leg raffishly, “I hope you enjoyed it.”
	Well, I had, I couldn’t argue that point.  And how. “I…” I stammered and just lost the words that were rattling around in my skull.
	Still grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat Adam stepped closer to whisper conspiratorially in my ear, “You fuck him?”
	I blinked and after a moment shook my head.  “No,”
	“Blow him?  He blow you?”
	“Yeah, and yeah.” I admitted, heat rushing to my cheeks and my throat convulsing in a spastic swallow.
	“Like it?”
	“Gods… like nothing else.” I breathed, watching the wolf that had found, and then claimed, me in the darkness of a ruined basement.  “Shit, Adam, even you can’t give a blowjob like he can.”
	“Oh, no, I doubt that entirely.  Like any of them, I don’t have a muzzle.  You fucked him?”
	“No, I already told you.”
	Adam frowned slightly and glanced at the wolf who was in the center of a small cluster of other wolves industriously conversing in their strange canine language of growls and sniffs.  “He fuck you?”
	“Uh huh.”
	“Damn,” Adam hissed softly with a deeper frown, “Damn.”
	“What?” I noticed that the wolf, my wolf, was noticeably taller than the others, more broad of shoulder and altogether more impressive than the group surrounding him.
	“We’re supposed to be the alphas here, Steve, the dominant ones.” Adam explained quietly, also watching the byplay of the group.  I noticed that my wolf’s tail was down, pressed against the back of his legs, and he was beginning to look irritated.  Some of the others were also displaying what, to my inexperienced eyes, irritation.  “You’ve got to claim him, Steve, to show that you’re dominant to him.”
	I blinked and looked aside at my long time friend and devious practical joker,  “What?  How the fuck am I supposed to do that? Look at him!”
	“Fuck him, Steve.” Adam hissed in my ear as a low rumble from the crowd became rather pointed growling.  One of the other wolves seized my fellow’s scruff and the others closed in.  “You have to fuck him, to show them you’re the leader between you two, and you have to do it now!”  With a loud, spitting explosion of growls and snaps the group bore my wolf down, shoving him to the macadam they had been playing basketball on only minutes before.  Two seized his arms and two more threw themselves against his torso while the first, who had grabbed his scruff, shoved his chin to the ground.
	“Are you out of your fucking mind?” I groaned, horrified at the savage display, “If I get in there they’ll shred me!”
	“He’s gonna get fucked regardless, Steve, either by one of them or by you.  It’s the way of the pack.” Adam watched but did not move to intervene as the wolf holding my fellow’s scruff moved around behind him and fiercely hauled that shadow black tail up to the side.  Without further thought to scare myself out of butting in I found my feet moving, bearing me toward the knot of furious wolves.  My wolf snarled and thrashed but could not throw off the combined weight of six wolves.
	Striding into the fray I plowed the one behind him up a full two paces by slamming my chest against him.  He was shorter than I was by six inches, easily, and weighed less so was surprisingly easy to move.  Staggering, the stocky gray turned a flashing, toothy snarl toward me but I was not going to back down; I chest-shoved him again, glaring down at that deadly muzzle with fury kindled in my eyes.  He staggered another couple of paces back, his fur abush and his tail held straight out behind him, and there we stood, eyeballing each other and waiting to see who would throw the first punch, or bite.
	After several long seconds without a flash of teeth coming for my throat I turned and, finding the closest of those holding my boy down, threw my hands against their shoulder and shoved.  The wolf moved readily, the one beside him moving away as well.  The other three, seeing that I had come into their tet-e-tet, released their quarry and backed away, tense and angry.  My wolf remained where he was, shoulders down and ass high, tail tucked between his muscular legs, while I cleared away his pack mates.  When I looked down I saw him looking back at me, his ears plastered against his strong lupine head.
	Reaching down I grasped the root of his tail lightly, holding his golden gaze as I drew the lush length to one side.  His asshole was as midnight black as the rest of him, surrounded by a nest of thick, silvered black fur.  I took a long breath and let it out slowly, kneeling beside the wolf.  “I won’t if you don’t want it.” I said quietly toward those backed ears.  Golden eyes blinked slowly and his body relaxed, the muscular pull of his tail against my fingers lessening.  The wolf heaved a great sigh and shifted his weight, bumping his hips against mine.
	He might not exactly want it, if what Adam said were the case, but he was willing to let me lift his tail where he had allowed no other.  I glanced back at Adam and saw him nod slowly.  “He’s submitted to me, now.” I said.
	“Not before the pack, Steve.  They have to witness you as his alpha.” Adam intoned levelly, “They did not smell your mark on him, so they know.”
	I sighed.  Shit, I didn’t want to take that handsome ass unwilling, but damn I wanted to keep this handsome fellow as a lover.  My heart skipped a beat and fluttered at that realization; less than twenty four hours ago I never would’ve thought what I did now.  “Got Slick?”
	Adam chuckled and nodded, “Always.”  He jogged quickly over to where he had left a backpack and after fishing around produced a bottle of Slick.  The highly viscous liquid was, as its name implied, a fuck lube designed specifically for the more risky side of sex.  Once applied it was as protective as any condom.  He tossed the bottle over and I caught it easily, releasing the wolf’s tail to pop the top.  Squeezing the thick, clear gel onto my fingers I used one hand to rub it on my flaccid cock and my other hand to rub the slickness against the black flesh under the wolf’s tail.
	As my fingers rubbed and massaged his ring the wolf whuffled a soft growl and relaxed further, hitching his hips up and laying his upraised tail to one side.  I felt my flaccid cock stirring as I stroked it, aroused by the carnal petting under that handsome tail.  I slowly worked one finger into him, careful against the reflexive twitching tightness of that virgin ring, while I stroked my own length.
	For a distressing passage of time it simply refused to awaken under the steady gaze of the now eerily silent wolves surrounding us.  All told there had to be near thirty of them, but there were probably more of them deeper in the forest I could not see.  All I could hear was the rustle of wind in the trees and the steady breathing of all those predators.  Can we say performance anxiety?  The wolf before me, my paramour, began to relax further, the tightness of that ring easing against the finger slowly slipping in and out of him.  I worked two in there, slowly, and was rewarded with a huffing growl and rearward shove of the black, furry rump.
	That was a signal that burned past the self-conscious awareness of the wolves watching me.  I pumped my cock as it finally bestirred itself, not one to miss out on such a handsome furry hunk of ass no matter how many dangerous predators were watching.  As I buried two fingers deep into my wolf I moved closer behind him, resting my cock on the palm of that hand to slide it up under his tail.  Leaning over him, I withdrew my two fingers and, before his black ring could clamp shut, let the blunt flare of my cock settle against that well slickened flesh.
	I didn’t just shove myself into him, willy-nilly.  I’ve never been a rough lover, even when my various lovers wanted a good, solid ass banging.  I could play rough up to that point, but when I buried myself in them I wanted to enjoy the feel of their body taking me in, not loose it in the sensation-killing jackhammer slam of pure rutting.  Resting my tip against him, easing forward just enough to feel that tightness parting before me, I leaned over further.  “Relax for me, Midnight.” I crooned.  I could feel his asshole twitching; kissing my tip before relaxing again.  Looking back at me with one eye the wolf, my wolf, my Midnight, pushed back with his hips.
	I let out a soft, sharp cry when I felt that shift of balance and the intense heat suddenly embracing the first couple inches of my cock.  One hand fisted into the fur of his hip and I reached up to press the other between his shoulder blades.  I let him ease back, taking two inches, then four, before he stopped with a throaty half whine, half growl.  “Easy, easy.” I whispered as I drew back until the flare of my glans caught at his ring.  Waiting until the spasming resistance of his muscles eased I began to slip forward again.  Inch by slow inch I sank into that unspeakably smooth, tight furnace under his long lupine tail.  He pushed back to meet me, taking a full six back and forth thrusts before I felt my hips come to rest against his rump.  My jaw gaped and I gasped, groaning deeply as I caught fistfuls of lupine fur and pulled him back.
	Rolling my hips to withdraw almost my entire length I paused briefly before slipping back into him earning a deep, vibrating growl from the beast before me, under me, pushing back to meet my hips with warm fur over a muscular ass.  Moving one hand up to the deeper fur at the scruff of his neck I grasped the dense pelt while I released his hip and reached beneath him.  I found his sheath easily and smiled as I felt how thick it was.  I began to pump that sheathed thickness as I drew back and dipped forward; no slamming, no ramming, just easy, slippery slick heat ripping and grasping at me like a silken fist.
	It was like no ass I had ever known before.  But then, it was unlike any piece of ass I had ever had; it was a wolf!  A midnight hunter, a predator, and it was mine to fuck.  My mind was aflame with the sensation of it, the pure carnality of the inhuman breeding.  His hips bucked and rolled in counterpoint to my thrusts, tightening fiercely while I pumped the huge cock within his sheath, the knot nested at its root throbbing hugely.  I could feel the spurting trickle of his pre against my fingers.
	I wanted it; I didn’t want that hot delicacy wasted on the macadam like nothing.  Adam knew this about me but said nothing, watching with the same silence as the wolves.  I could not bring myself over the edge alone; I had to share it.
	Drawing back I slipped my cock free.  Midnight, as I had decided to call him, let out a curious whine and looked back at me at that sudden absence.  Shifting back on my knees I reached down for one of his thick hocks, lifting it and pulling his hips to one side.  After a moment of confusion the wolf’s weight shifted and he rolled over onto his back, looking up at me with an expression of lupine curiosity.  I looked down and saw at least half of his dark pink flesh lying against the silvery black fur of his stomach and my mouth watered.
	Grasping his hips with both hands I lifted his haunches upward against the front of my thighs.  He braced his broad footpaws on the ground to either side of my knees while I used one hand to press my cock down, using the underside of his tail as a guide to bring my cock back upward until it nestled against the tightness of his ring.  Holding his golden gaze I pressed slowly against his ring, which was not quite considerably tighter than it was, until I felt him relax anew.  A shudder raced through both of us when my cock plunged back into him with a short jerk.  I groaned and he growled, a long streamer of wolf pre spattering across his stomach and chest fur.
	Somewhere nearby I heard Adam let out a ‘heh’ of humor but ignored it.  I rolled my hips and shifted my balance, easing inch after inch of my almost painfully erect cock back under the wolf’s tail.  The fur nested my own aching balls, the muscular girth of it warm and soft against my naked flesh.  When my hips met his rump I gave a pull to keep him there as I leaned forward, smiling into those golden eyes.
	I may be a relatively big fellow, well-toned with the muscularity of my youth, but I also enjoy considerable flexibility.  So when I bowed forward and lifted his hips a little higher with my own it was no challenge whatsoever to wrap my lips around the wolf’s tapered, slick tip.  I worked my tongue around it as my hips dropped back, then thrust forward with more force than I had previously used, shoving his hips upward and slipping several inches of throbbing hot wolfcock into my mouth.  The wolf let out a short, sharp, barking growl and threw his arms out to catch at the roughness of the basketball court.  Reflexively his hips jerked upward, giving even more of his length as my lips pushed his sheath further back.  His hips dropped down, plunging my cock fully into his ass with a powerful thrust that sent an explosion of intense stimulation burning through my groin.
	Dropping both arms I slipped them around beneath his thighs, lifting his legs as I pushed down to meet his next urgent thrust.  Thin, hot pre fountained into my mouth and I gulped at it greedily.  His ass clenched and rippled powerfully against my slipping, plunging length each time he rose up with a thrust and dropped back down.  Strong lower legs pressed weightily against my shoulders and our bodies began to undulate with the urgency of our rapidly growing arousal.  Midnight growled with each thrust and groaned each time he dropped back down onto my cock.  For my own right I groaned as well, lost in the lust of the moment as I hungrily swallowed the copious fountains of pre spattering my tongue.
	I knew he was getting close by the increasing clench of his ass, the muscular rippling almost a crush as I withdrew and slammed deep into him.  His tail pressed my balls upward as the intensity of his whining growls grew deeper and more strained.  The massive bulge of his knot shoved against my lips as his hocks pressed down against my shoulders, pushing me downward as he sought to bury that thing completely in my mouth.
	I felt a strong, large hand against the back of my head, blunt claws pricking my scalp as the wolf under me writhed and tensed.  His asshole clenched at my cock like a cock-ring made of pure, solid muscle while his inner depths rippled and pressed hotly.  The pressure of his claws suddenly pricked fiercely, shoving my mouth downward against his knot with a clenching spasm of his ass.
	Wolf cum exploded into my throat but I was already filling his ass with my own.  Midnight, my handsome inhuman predator, let out a gasping, bellowing howl as his cock jumped and jerked, filling my mouth with heat.  I swallowed greedily, not willing to let the slightest drop escape my lips, while I unloaded my balls with such power that they ached.  I was spent in seconds, as is the nature of a mere human orgasm, but the cock in my mouth continued to jerk and twitch.
	Midnight’s howl became a duet, then a chorus, and within seconds was a ululating choir of raised lupine voices as I claimed my wolf.  Not only had I buried myself under his tail, mounting him as a proper alpha, but I had taken his orgasm at the same turn, a sharing rather than a taking.  The choir faded after a minute and we broke our union; my cock simply shriveled like a salted leach and his shrinking, but never losing its rigidity, until his sheath slipped up against my lips.  His ass clenched tightly once my flaccid length slipped out, slamming shut on the heat of my cum like a prison gate.
	Raising my head I leaned back, gasping and licking the last hints of his orgasm from my lips.
	“Welcome to the pack, Steve.” Adam, standing a few feet away, applauded quietly.  “Now that I’ve got a raging case of blue balls.” He laughed.
	Grinning stupidly over at him, Midnight’s legs still wrapped around me while he lay panting on the ground, I laughed as well.  “You owe me a blowjob.”
	“Yeah, yeah.” He chuckled,  “But after a wolf’s blowjob I’d be a pretty poor substitute.  What’re you going to call him, anyway?”
	“He doesn’t have a name?”  The wolf laboriously sat up and gave my lips a slow lick, golden eyes gleaming as he leaned close.
	“He has a pack name, which roughly means ‘no one will lift his tail’, but now he’s paired, so he deserves a proper name.”  It was only then that I noticed another wolf, shorter than Adam by a head but clearly male, all in the expected lupine gray, standing at his side with one hand draped lightly around his waist; Adam’s wolf.  That one’s golden eyes were also smiling as he regarded me.
	I brought my gaze back around to the black and silver muzzle tickling me with long whiskers.  I stroked them with my fingertips and smiled back at the predatory lupine gold regarding me.  “Midnight, because that’s when he found me.”
	“A handsome name.”  Something landed nearby with a whuff of air and I looked down; a pair of denim jeans, sandals, and a shirt.  “Let’s go to the gate.  You’ll need a passcard, so you can come back.  You can register his name there.”
	“Oh, I’ll definitely be coming back….”

Fin.