Wolf Furrys

Sitting on my heels, my knees slightly tucked under his chair. The clinking of the ice inside the whiskey glass I prepared for Him has He pulls it back from his mouth after taking a sip. The smell of the cigar, freshly lit. It's been a long day, for both of us.

The cold air embraces my naked form, the wooden floor holds the weight of the long day as I wait for the sound of His sweet voice to beckon me.

I can't help but smile about Him. Part of me feels like I should be looking down in patient reverence, another part of me just wants to stare at my prize, but the real reward is in those eyes as they look on acknowledging my patience. My willingness.

He nods. I hate when He nods. It means I'm free to do what I want. It means he wants me to show Him my dedication without any instruction. What I want feels so boring compared to what I feel would please Him.

I lean forward, pressing my face between His legs, nuzzling over His pants. I hear a slow pleasured exhale in response. The fabric is dense but soft. With my inhale I find my Masters scent. With my nose I find his manhood, the best I can over His suit pants, pull taught in the way that He has made room for me. I breathe in. I exhale shakily. I miss feeling the weight against my nose.

I opened my eyes to look up at Him. No question leaves my lips. He nods. My paws reach up to His belt loosing. I fumble with the button and pull down the fly. I know I don't have to, but I look back up for permission again. He nods with a patient smile, basking in my reverent hesitation.

I ease the loose fabric away. Black satin greets me, and I great it with my nose, or, I attempt to. I feel my Masters hand grip my chin and pull my gaze up. I see the playful smirk and I absolutely melt. He makes the rules and I must obey.

"Please, Daddy." I ask softly.

"Please what, puppy?" He replies with a warm low voice.

"Please my I breath You in?" I begin. "May I feel Your weight against my face? May I press into my happy place where life itself steps away so it can only be you and I?"

I struggle to articulate to this level, in these moments. In hindsight it was likely because of just how badly I needed it and how real it felt, how close.

I feel my chin be lifted only a few degrees more has He brings his lips to meet mine for the sweetest most tender moment before sitting back in his chair.

"Yes, puppy. That was beautifully worded, Princess. Enjoy your happy place and get lost in the you and I."

If it wasn't for the command I would have hesitated. I would have sat in that moment and enjoyed the beautiful tension left in the room. But I was told to do something.

I lean in once again, letting my full weight rest between His thigh and Manhood, a gentle wiggle until I feel the seam in His body press against my nose. I breathe in slowly. The welcome weight of His hand falls on the top of my head, gently petting me.

Focus on the spiral. Listen to the voice. All will be clear.

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It's time for your wedding.

You're getting married to porn.

Connor was a new starter at his new job, doing some sales work for a pharmaceutical brand. He had been working in the office for about a week, just getting people coffees and doing their printing, until his boss called him into a meeting to let him know that he would be given some fieldwork in the "interesting" part of town.

But Connor wasn't really listening to him anymore, all the heard was that he had finally been given some real work to do, it was time to make a change in the company and climb the ladder. He could handle a tough guy or two.

It had been 4 hours of knocking on doors, getting rejection after rejection, people yelling in his face, a couple people opening the door without any clothes. This part of town really was interesting. But Connor said he would sign up at least 7 new clients today, and he wasn't going back to the office without 10...

It had just turned 4:45pm and Connor had only got 6 people to signup and his workday was over in 15 minutes, he was really going to have to make this final street count. He knocked on the door, stepped back and waited while he heard keys rustling in the door.

Just a moment later, the door opened, and Connor was met with a wave of sweaty musk and aftershave...

"Alright mate, was just on me way out, what you want?" the man asked in a thick accent.

"Just a moment of your time Sir, to discuss a possible business venture you would love!" Connor responded with fake enthusiasm, he had seen guys like this before earlier in the day, none of them wanted to talk to him, just slammed the door in his face.

The man stepped back into the house and grinned slightly. "Sure mate why not, come in and I'll get a drink for ya"

Connor gasped slightly, he wasn't expecting that, still... he was apprehensive that he was just going to waste his time, but with only 3 signups he thought why not, so he stepped into the man's home.

Feeling slightly defeated, Connor walked into the living room where his eyes lit up. Not only could he get the guy who answered the door to sign up, but there were also 3 other guys here, he could get the 10 he wanted, he just has to play his cards right.

"Oh, hello gentlemen." Connor said with passion, "how are you guys fairing in today's economy? You'd love something we offer I'm assuming..."

The 3 lads just glared at each other, smirking.

"This is gonna be fun" one of them whispered to another.

As Connor walked more into the house, listening to the men whisper to each other, he couldn't help but feel nervous. This must have been why he was told never to go into someone's house in his training. He knew he should have listened but he really wanted these signups he was willing to take the risk...

"Here... take a drink, you look nervous mate." the man from the door said

"Oh... I- umm... thank.. you." Connor responded, not wanting the drink but also not wanting to say no to a guy like that "what's your name by the way, I don't think I caught it before."

"Dom. Now. Have a little drink and we'll chat."

Connor took a couple sips of the beer Dom gave him, but it was warm, and tasted strange, in fact, it didn't taste like beer at all.

After 4 swigs of the drink, Connor collapsed onto the sofa.

Dom stepped back into the other room and returned swiftly, placing something over Connor's eyes.

The 3 men on the opposite sofa sat watching. Almost like they were waiting for something.

2 minutes later, the lights dimmed, deep red neon lighting came on, illuminating the room.

"Boys. Deal with him." Dom demanded, watching his 3 men seemingly restart themselves like a program.

Each man's eyes lit up bright red, and they all stood up simultaneously.

Two of the men went to grab a speaker, plugged it into a box under the TV and placed a speaker besides Connor's ear.

The other man walked over to the headset, and inserted a USB into it.

Instantly, Connor's headset began illuminating a deep red and black spiral, and the sounds emitting from the speakers were telling him to give in, sink deep, and sleep.

Each minute passed, and Connor was slowly going deeper and deeper. The spiral starting showing him images of men, men like him, men dressed in smart suits, getting ready to go to work. He felt safe, he felt at home.

But the audio... was telling him that this was wrong, people like that hate people like him.

"You are one of us..." the speakers chanted.

Connor fell deeper, and by minute 10, the audio stopped, and the men left. Leaving Connor all alone, watching the spiral in complete silence.

5 minutes later, the spiral stops. Everything turns blank, and footsteps approach slowly and remove the headset.

"Master will see you now, new blood." One of the men from the couch before droned.

Without hesitation, Connor stood up, walked to Dom's bedroom like he knew where it was already, and nodded at the other 2 men from the couch as he entered.

Dom just stared at Connor, smiled, and pointed to the ground.

Without hesitation, Connor dropped to his knees and instantly started drooling. He knew what was coming, and he was ready.

Dom snapped his fingers and a man came to the door, brought in a box, smiled, and turned away to leave.

On his way out, he mentioned something to the men standing outside the door, "I wish I was him..." and they all laughed simultaneously, in a sort of robotic tone.

But the laughing got quieter and quieter as he closed the door, and as Dom started to move closer...

Intense, muffled gargles came from the bedroom for about 15 minutes, until all noise stopped completely.

Dom began to chant something about how Connor belongs to him now, he will be his chav lad to use however he sees fit, once the transformation is complete.

Dom opens the box, removes Connor's clothing and dresses him in something more fitting for one of his boys.

Meanwhile, Connor lays there, like an empty shell...

In the meantime, the group of men were going through Connor's personal items. A watch, a receipt from a luxury café, and a silky tie in the pocket of his bag.

In his blazer, they pull out a phone, and use Connor's sleeping face to unlock it. They started a new email to his boss, detailing how he won't be back in the office ever again as he has found something new to pursue.

How he greatly appreciates the opportunity this job has given him to find his true calling in life.

The men laugh with the same robotic tone as earlier, and they begin to hear movement from the back bedroom...

It was the other thing that brought the rest of the females. You see, Mr. Lewis is endowed with a nine inch cock. We all knew it, ever since Tim let us know in the high school locker room during gym. The guys were impressed with Tim’s seven inch prong that they dated him to get hard so they could all see. When it got hard, Tim deflected the attention by telling us that his was a junior version of his dad’s.

From that point on, Tim was always dating. The ones who were forward enough managed to seduce not only Tim, but his old man as well. The rest of us guys were basically left to scrape up the remnants that were discarded.

It wasn’t really fair. Not only did Mr. Lewis have money and the prodigious member, he was a fucking stud as well. Since Mrs. Lewis had skipped town after realizing she didn’t want to be a mother, Tim’s dad was a free agent. He had a gym installed in his basement where he maintained a hot dad frame and the combo of his gruff daddy looks and hairy masculine frame had a steady stream of women yearning to experience him. Tim inherited the sexy hairy chest of his dad which made him that much more attractive to the ladies. It was rumored that one of Tim’s girlfriends actually took on both of them at the same time and Tim wasn’t about to deny any story that improved his prowess. I’m not sure if it was true or just a story that became true, but by our senior year it was common knowledge among us that he and his dad were quite the tag teaming legend in our town.

By the time I had gone off to college, Tim was managing his dad’s business and the stories were getting wilder. It was said that they never had the same bitch twice and they were extremely selective since their fame made them so desirable.

I meanwhile had followed my inner person and decided to come out as a gay man, no longer hiding my true self. The transition was no longer such a major impact in society, although it felt like the biggest freedom I had ever grabbed. I ended up accepted, friended, and loved. I met Chris at a campus rally and we became fast friends then lovers.

I graduated with my art degree and got a position in an advertising firm creating visual aides to help our clients sell their products. Chris received his education degree in phys Ed with a minor in history. Within a year of settling into a nice apartment he was teaching at my alma mater.

Things were good for us. Right up to the point I ran into Tim Lewis at the grocery store. He had beefed out a bit more and looked even hotter than he did in high school. I laughingly joked that he looked even more like his dad now and he flexed and said that he hears that a lot. Usually before an intense session of moaning and squelching noises.

We both laughed and I cautiously asked him if the rumors I had heard were true?

He got a cocky grin and asked me what rumors those might be?

I replied about the tag teaming you and your dad supposedly did.

His eyes got wide as his nostrils flared and a smiled curled across his face. He nodded and said it still is.

I gasped and retorted an incredulous “no shit!”

He said that he and dad were quite well known as the bull bros, based on how many times we’ve done it. In fact, about a year after I started working for him, we had guys coming to us to watch us fuck their wives or girlfriends. They remembered about our big dicks and wanted to see their bitches get satisfied by huge members.

“No fucking way!”, I replied and he nodded. Dad agreed on the one condition. They had to sit quietly and watch as we drove their women to new heights of pleasure. I gotta admit, it was a hundred times more intense cuckolding the guys. And dad was a ruthless bastard as he’d berate the husband and tell him just how much his wife was wishing it was us every time she saw his pathetically small penis after that.

It was so fantastic to be so domineering. Dad and I have a usual pattern as he lets the bitch pull out cocks out and hold them. As he coerces her to put her mouth where her hand is, he guides her to her knees, where she tries to get her mouth around his anaconda.

At this point I slip into my favorite spot of rimming the beauty where I can look up from her crack while I’m tongue punching her hole and see dad stuffing his sausage into her hungry maw. Once I get her holes moistened good, he swaps places with me and begins his masterful insertion into his choice of holes, usually both.

As she begins to moan from the heretofore stretching of her pussy walls by dad’s hard crank, I stuff my noise canceling shaft into her suddenly quiet mouth and begin to luxuriate in her attempts to deep throat my member.

I see the feral bestial stare across my dad’s face as he grips the fuck toy now gripping his sword like the best fitting scabbard in the world. We begin to synch in our strokes as we create a jelly mess of the bitch between us before telling the cuck we were both claiming his partner as part of our sexual dominance. It’s really impressive to hear dad roar like a mountain gorilla claiming his property when he cums. With his head usually pointed at the rafters and a tight grip holding her in place,I usually join into the fray and unleash my load as well straight into her throat. It’s so exciting to see those tears streaming down their faces knowing that it’s definitely tears of joy.

I mentioned that I figured that you two had run out of beauties as I recall the rumors stating that no one got to be fucked after then by you. Tim just smiled a cocky grin and said that when you were as sexually dominant as us, we could choose to be selective. He’ll we even had queers coming to us to see if it were true.

With a baited breath I asked him the result. He smiled and said that he and dad didn’t really care what gender. A beautiful body deserves to be completely fucked by the Bull Bros.

The cocky grin washed off my face as he said that. I figured me and Chris were safe from this madness because I always thought of Mr. Lewis as a strict ladies man. Turns out I was a bit premature on that.

Then he asked me about my partner as he had heard about me coming out. I imagine that you and he are living the high life in a nice two bedroom ranch house in the suburbs. I laughed and said that that wasn’t exactly true. Then I pulled out a picture of Chris and me taken at the beach last summer showing off his handsome figure and his lightly furred chest that I love to cuddle against.

He grinned and said that he sure looks like the new football coach. Do all you gays have that build? I laughed and said that it wasn’t a mold as he is the new coach. Started this past year.

He then gave me a quick stare before grinning. Then he told me that he believes he knows him. Dad and I went to the big homecoming game and saw him. When one of Dad’s friends mentioned that he was gay, my old man sat up a bit straighter. I saw him caress his growing lump. He told me that this guy deserved to be fucked by the best, don’t you think, Tim?

I zeroed in on his muscular ass cheeks and felt my mouth drooling, bud. You chose well, I gotta say. I had a couple buddies let him know that the resident porn stars of Wooster had taken an interest in sharing their prodigious poles with him. I was told what sealed his interest was when he found out we are father and son.

He waited for us after school and your man proved that what you can’t know from experience you can learn on the fly. Harry Martin, the assistant coach was there and witnessed your man become our unashamed bitch, begging to be fucked like a cheap whore. Frankly it was one of our more memorable encounters. He ended up taking a shower there because the slobber and come was just too thickly embedded in his tight black beard and chest hair.

Being a good hypnotized boy and getting your mind all melted and reshaped by My voice🤭

Get comfortable, focus on My words and enjoy as I slowly take over~

I know you were waiting for me to make a new game for you to play. And today is the day when you can just drop into new experience. There will be triggers to just drop you deeper into reading and there will be nice hypnotic words , because I'm going to turn off your brain and make you feel really good and sexy. Find a safe place before you sink even deeper into trance and relaxation.

Okay? That's right. I think you should take a nice deep breath and continue reading my simple words , because the more you read the more relaxed yoy feel. And the more relaxed you feel the more obedient you get. Obedience is pleasure, right? Feel it and nod your head. That's right!

I want you to look at the spiral below. Look at the center of the spiral and let yourself feel everything you want to feel. Take as much time as you need to feel a certain feeling as you are hypnotised and happy and you want to just drop deeper and follow my simple words.

If you are feeling focused and ready to continue you can just drop deeper into reading. But if not... just go back to the spiral above again.

Okay, you are ready to go deeper. Look at this new spiral. Just drop deeper into pleasure , because you have no choice but obey my simple words and this nice spiral can make you feel even better. Look at this spiral for two minutes.

If you are feeling focused and ready to continue you can just drop deeper into reading. But if not... just go back to the spiral above again. The more you try to resist the more obedient you feel. Stare at the spiral one more time and you have to continue reading after that.

Okay, you are ready to go deeper. Look at this new spiral. Just drop deeper into pleasure , because you have no choice but obey my simple words and this nice spiral can make you feel even better. Yes, even DEEPER. Look at this spiral for two minutes too

And now I want you to feel more suggestible and obedient , because there is a new trigger for you to learn. Just drop deeper into trance and look at the spiral below. You cantake as much time as you need to install this trigger into your subconcious. I think you should look at this spiral for two minutes. Yes.

You are doing great! Now you can stare at the center of the last and the most powerful spiral. I think you should know that you don't know how to resist, because you can just drop deeper and deeper into pleasure and obedience and obey my simple words anytime. Look at spiral below. Now. You have to stare at this spiral for two minutes too.

A notification pops up. A blog you've stopped binging in forever. A blog you remember as the source of your obsession. You don't want to peek, yet a deep inner feeling urges you to look. A little peak won't hurt, would it?