Oh he was so cute, Dishonored laughed to hirself. He loved it when her men thought they could handle a wolf. Even when he told them in advance that he was going to be in charge they always thought they could get him to do what they wanted. Ildac was just the same, but he was a cute fox.
Dishonoreds wolf tail couldn't help twitching in pleasure at the angelic fox's muscular chest. The two pawprints on his chest near his nipples, the big feathery wings from his back, that swollen cock just popping free from his pants. He strutted as he stripped for him, the wold loved it.
Dishonoreds own clothing had gone first. The fox knew he was going to get lucky. He knew a lot of things that were wrong, though he was going to get to cum, Dishonored was going to make sure of that.
Their dinner out had been spent prepping him. All throughout the romantic evening they'd stared into each other's eyes, even when he tried to look away. The magic glow and color phasing rings in her eyes had fascinated him. 'They are so pretty,' the dumbfounded fox said, and the wolf just smiled and asked him if he'd like to see them forever.
Dishonored steered the conversation easily to himself. He'd wanted a strong wolf when they'd met, he'd get one, in a way. Dishonored repeated a lot while his thoughts felt slow and his mind a bit foggy. While the wolfs eyes rapidly changed colors in concentric rings and swirls, he didn't try to give any commands or ideas, tonight, he had been working those into the cute fox subtly through several videos he had sent him over the past few weeks.
Instead the wolf simply wanted to make him more comfortable with being with him, more trusting, all night. Dishonored asked him a lot of things about the foxes home while suggesting he relax and take another nacho from the bowl. He counted each chip for him, seemingly without being aware he was doing it, until at last he'd been far enough a long. He'd wanted to do it at his house... she did too.
He stopped prancing and looked deep in to the wolfs eyes. "I'm ready when you are, master furfag"
"Oh, Ildac, but you aren't in the cuffs yet! Hee Hee, we can't..." He leaned up, looking deeper into his eyes with his own swirling more. "... have any fun until you get into position."
"Mmm... right... I remember." The fox sat down on his bed next to Dishonored before letting him bind his wrists together.
He used his own leather cuffs and rope to tie them. Looping it several times around each wrist before running the rope up to the bolt in the wall. Ildac grunted at the wolfs hands tracing down along his chest to teasingly brush over his erection before spreading and cuffing his feet apart as well. He'd wanted to be bound by the wolf even without her hypnotic eyes, she only gave him what he wanted... with his own gear.
"And now, you're going to be mine." Dishonored ran his paws over the angle foxes masculine body. "You want to be my toy and pet, don't you? Wearing pretty dresses and showing off in front of other nice big males?" The wolfs fingers traced over his abs to his sides at his sudden vigorous head shake. "No? You said you liked strong furfag wolf in charge... and I so look forward to pounding your ass with my nice big cock!"
Ildac tugged at his bindings again and made his mastef smile. "I don't want to wear dresses! And I don't want any guys, either. I'm straight,!"
"Of course you are... good, I like a man who thinks he knows what he wants. But I also like seeing my pets in dresses. I'll tell you what. If you can resist me for a good hour without orgasm and without begging to be let go." Dishonore made his eyes swirl into his again. "I'll let you mount me and then you can have a nice nap without any fun stuff. Mmm... don't worry, I'll go easy on you."
He stopped struggling, until the wolf pressed his hands over his sides to tickle him, the fox struggled for a different reason. The wolf pressed his muzzle and cheek to his chest while his fingers kept up their tickling. He was very good at it, he'd have admitted if he could think straight. The wolfs tantalizing eyes held his attention, though, and the heavy tickling made him laugh far too hard to think even if they didn't.
When Dishonored broke eye contact he stared over his sexy feminine body only to see the multicolored swirl patterns running over his pelt. They weren't as effective as his eyes, but they were enough to keep the fox in the trance. Dishonoreds left paw pulled away from his right side to ease up on the tickling, only to grasp and stroke his stiff fox cock instead.
"You want to cum for me" Dishonored whispered just audibly. The twitch of ildacs ears told her he had heard it. "Tickling feels so good to you. It's better than sex." Dishonored kept going with one hand on his cock and the other tickling his armpit. "You like being tickled when you are serving me." The wolf pressed closer, letting go of his cock to straddle him. His chesg pressed to his breast, right over the paw prints, before hid ass kissed his cocktip. "Do you want to enter me?"
"Hahaha, y... hahahahaha!!" Dishonored looked back into his eyes as he laughed and sped up the swirling of her eyes. He tried to turn away, realizing his master was doing it again, but... he found he didn't want to as he spat out his answer. "Yes!"
"Mmmm..." Too bad then." Dishonored slid off, leaving him surprised. "Say, Yes, master furfag. Your pet wants to enter you." He again pressed his mound to his cock and his chest up higher to brush over his chin. "It feels like you are being tickled when you refer to yourself as pet. You like being tickled so much. Being a pet means being tickled." The wolfs hips pushed down, squishing his tip against her moist inner folds. "Do you want to enter me?"
Dishonored squeezed the foxes cock around the base where his knot would form and he couldn't resist bucking into it. He fought to clear his mind when the words he'd been told lined up to be said. Strong wolves were great and all, but he didn't want to be a pet! All he had to do was hold out and not orgasm for a while. She wasn't even forcing him with too much stimulation. He didn't want it, surely. Want it, surely. Surely, you want it. Cum in the wolf!
Ildac shook his head and clenched his eyes shut. He didn't see Dishonored whispering to him very quietly. He didn't really even hear it, but with his eyes closed he found himself looking into the swirling eyes and her pretty face just as he had so many times before on those sexy videos he had sent him. The words kept coming though he was sure he wasn't hearing them, like a song he couldn't shut out, they urged him to give in.
He opened one eye to see her sitting in front of him."Yes, Master furfag . Your pet wants to enter you."
His half growled half laughed reply made Dishonored smile and again catch his gaze. He tickled over the foxes armpit again and along his abs before leaning down to kiss his tip. The wolf pulled up to again straddle him and simply sat on his shaft.
Dishonored wrapped his arms around the fix, then slid them down to cup his masculine ass. His ass squeezed thr cock and he thrust up into him with lustful abandon. Dishonored didn't have to tickle him anymore. He laughed hard as though she still did, though, but it was all in his head.
"That's a good pet. You show your acceptance by cumming for me now. When you cum, you are mine.
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