Rules of Engagement. Chapter Twelve.
#12 of Rules of Engagement
Rules of Engagement
Chapter Twelve
By Roofles Badger
Charles felt hung over when he woke up, early that very morning. Being so ruthlessly jerked and sucked off by a frisky husky only six hours or so ago. The human felt warm, hot even. Which was strange seeing as how he was naked. The furry sob on top of him was responsible for that.
Togo didn't so much snore as he did growl in his sleep. A soft, rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest as he slept the morning away. The husky wasn't just clinging to him, but was laying on top of the man. Togo had stripped down to nothing but a jock strap that held very little to the imagination. The husky was drooling onto Charles shoulder, cuddled up on the man's chest.
Like a big dog.
It was impossible not to think of such a thing here and now, waking up like this. The man pet the top of his best friend's head, who nuzzled into his fingers. Here like this, his large furry body lazing out over him like a fur blanket. It was hard, if not impossible to see him as just that. An animal. A dog. A non-human entity.
Only in recent years have they begun to get equal rights. To be treated as part of the country itself. Even if most were native to these lands before humans came; it's been an upward struggle. Violence, hate speeches, a civil war. That's only scratching the surface. The media hadn't helped any either, refusing to show certain hate crimes or talk about laws passed that gave owners of companies a legal right to deny equal pay or treatment to them.
Everyday there was another news article, something that would soon be swept under the rug about violence; be it from citizens or cops or even a political party itself.
There was a reason why Reese left Jasper to watch their camp house out in the woods. There was a reason why he called every day to make sure things were ok out there and if Jasper needed anything. A reason why Reese was treated like some kind of predator rather than a tax paying citizen.
And as Charles thought over it all, everything, Reese was doing the very same two doors down.
The massive wolf was in nothing more than a pair of loose boxers. He refused to get naked. His parents had called it being natural, to going back to their roots. They had forced it onto their own children, showing off to the neighbors and it wasn't even a month later when someone threw a Molotov cocktail through their window.
Reese was close with his siblings, as most canines did. Being born in a group helped reassure that they would always be there for one another. Even if that did put extra pressure on already low income families, as most anthro's were due to several reasons. Be it higher tax, less pay, being charged more for equal services as humans. It all stacked up. Then having to deal with a five to seven kids at a time; most couldn't do it. Some had to be given up for adoption. Others? The news liked to focus on that horrible stereotype for a reason, brandishing them in a darker light rather than addressing the issue behind it.
While the wolf, who was idly flipping through channels on his wide screen tv, was close with his sisters and brothers. He never got along with his parents. He blamed them for a lot of the grief and suffering they had to put up in their childhood. How they had to learn and adapt faster than most just to survive this cruel, unforgiving world.
Reese was a prime example of that. The wolf was a feral creature by birth. Every instinct told him to do this, to take that, to be dominant and powerful. To protect his pack and to fuck everything else. Those things got you put in jail in this day and age; if you're lucky. His youngest brother hadn't been so lucky and wasn't around anymore because of it.
Like most, he learned from it. Read up, researched and did practically everything he could to keep from being singled out. Cops still loved to pull him over. Most restaurants would refuse him service. He got stares from practically everyone and never for a good reason.
A great black wolf walking around wasn't the ideal evening for most. They'd give him a wide birth, evening walking in the street with the cars instead being close to him. It wasn't his fault. Babies cried out of instinct, mothers would tell their children to stay away and never be around such a beast. And it wasn't his fault. They'd point behind his back, they'd serve him bloody raw food and laugh about it. The friends he had made during work and school only were nice to him out of fear he'd do something; even if his keen ears could pick up everything they said behind his back.
And it wasn't his fault.
Togo was a lucky dog; Reese would love to tell the husky. To shove it into his face. He wasn't that kind of guy though. Reese spent twice, three times as long trying to get himself prettied up for the world before daring to go outside. Still they saw him only as only what he was rather than who.
One of his favorite movies as a small pup had been a Disney film, based on a tragic French fairy tale. Beauty and the Beast. It was hard enough being who he was, let alone coming out. Wanting to find his prince charming to give him a kiss and turn him into something socially acceptable. Where people didn't throw tomatoes at him or quote bible scriptures, blaming him for the dark days where predators hunted prey.
And what happened with this guy? This sheep amongst the fold? It just brought everything back. Everything he had tried to push down and away from the world, drank away all the memories of his childhood and the same shit he had to deal with back then. Jumped out a slumber party he had only been invited too, to be tricked and gagged, bound and tied as they shaved off his fur.
Yet, when the cops did come. He was the one charged even though it had been self-defense.
"Same shit, different day." Reese snarled changing away from the news. He couldn't read the newspaper, watch it on tv or even read articles on his phone. It made his blood boil and when he got mad, things got broken. Just another lovely trait he inherited from his family bloodline.
It was easier to go alone in life than to keep putting yourself out there to get shot down, used, chewed up and spat out. And maybe if he were someone else he could live with that. Reese identified a lot of things between himself and Togo; one being the need for physical contact with another.
It had to be a canine gene. The want and need for that contact. Sniffing, licking, touching, holding, feeling their very warmth against you.
The very thought made his sheath swell. The thought of another against him, holding in his arms, smelling their musk mix with his own; knowing them in this way that none other could. It made him growl, a deep lustful sound that stuck in his throat as two finger slid between his legs to tease himself; dreaming of such a time or day he could.
Maybe it had been the fact Togo had brought him over again, but his thoughts went to his human. Charles hadn't shown that fear most did, hadn't withdrawn, flinched away when he stepped near. Maybe he was just stupid, and that thought made the wolf grin widely. A stupid, silly foolish human walking into the big bad wolf's lair unaware of what fate was about to befall him.
The sound of that timid, weak voice made the wolf gasp, sucking in his stomach as his bright red tip became visible amongst the thick black fur of his groin. Such a helpless thing he was, Reese murred deeply once more stroking along his sheath with just two fingers.
Maybe it'd be dark out, maybe it was raining out behind a bar he thought lewdly still teasing himself as he closed his bright yellow eyes.
"You lost?" Reese would ask, just a helpful stranger out this night. He'd lean against the brick wall, trapping them against the wall and his body; looking down at them with a sweet innocent smile like an old grandmother offering sugary sweets to a lost child.
They'd be flustered at his advances, stammering as they tried to say something along the lines that "they were just heading home." No, that one was too easy he growls shaking his head. "I'm waiting for a friend." That's it. Like those losers who go to bars, standing in the corner and act like they were waiting for someone.
"Oh?" Reese would play dumb then for only a second. "Well," he'd speak with a viper's tongue as he brushed their chin up to look at him once more. "I can be your friend." And he'd give that toothy grin as he slid that same finger down their jacket, undoing it as it went. His claw would harmlessly scratch against their shirt all the way. He'd hook that claw in their shorts, no they'd be wearing pants this cold night; pulling it open just a bit.
Reese curled his toes, pushing his other foot against the bed as he let out a harsh breath; beginning to pant now as he changed the scenario.
Working late at the office was another good one. Just Reese and some faceless guy. A cute weasel maybe this time. Pushing papers in the meeting room. Just so he could pick them up onto that long table and mount them right there and then where all the fuckers hold their get together without him. That way he'd be there, in a way.
But he shook that from his head, gripping himself hard as he jumped into his padded palm. No, not like that. Not again, anyways.
Something new, something lewd and indecent Reese growled at the thought sticking a finger all the way down into his engorged sheath. The pressure made him flex his legs, pulling them in with another sharp breath as he withdrew it.
It would be like a...
Knock on the door. Reese perked up an ear as he looked over as it creaked open; he really did need to oil that thing.
"Reese?" It was that timid voice, a soft welcoming sound like a lost camper in the woods.
"I've been waiting." The wolf would just growl in annoyance, spreading his legs in welcome. He wouldn't be as erect as he is now; still just a massive bulge in his sheath.
It would be dark, as it always was in his den. The lights, the tv off and the curtains shut. The man would stumble into the room, blindly searching for him. Reese would pet the side of his face with a foot, guiding him in slowly without a sound other than another growl.
The man, this stray human would cling to his paw for support as he got up onto the bed. Maybe Reese would have some fun then. Push him down with that same paw, pull it away so he couldn't see; step on him, force him against the bed or shove it into his face. Tell him he had to clean it for being late. And he would.
Kissing his toes, pressing those lips against his paw pads; the sole of his foot as Reese rubbed it over his face. Spread his toes so this human, his human could lick and clean them for him.
Reese gripped the sheets, letting out another heavy breath. "Fuck." The wolf snapped his jaws as he tilted his head upwards, eyes still closed as his ears splayed out. Now who was being the submissive little bitch? An annoying voice asked in the back of his head.
He shook it off as he kept going with this line of thought.
That human, his human would moan and groan. Tasting him like this, his heavy musk the only thing he could smell as he was crushed between his paws. Unable to get away until the wolf allowed him to be. Reese would of course, for he loved this thought. It was near and dear to him, only way for him to get going after all. Some stray in a bar never worked and they'd blame it on the booze; not on themselves.
Reese snorted at that, grinning lewdly again. Oh, they wished they could be good enough. Just another horny little fox here or otter there. Wanting to big bad wolf cock shoved up their ass. Reese tightened his jaw, humping without warning into his hand and squirting a dose of his wolf juice between his fingers.
"Damn," Reese only licked them clean as his shaft kept leaking. Getting himself too worked up, needed to take this slow. He liked taking it slow, making a whole night of it.
And he let out his breath, close his eyes once more. The taste in his mouth, the sound of his heart thundering in his chest though made his shaft jump once more. The smell of himself in the air was thick and it was only growing stronger the closer he came.
Reese kept his eyes closed as he arced his back and nosed at his leaking shaft. His tongue licked up over the bright red, tapered tip. He shuddered at that, the sensation of his huge grooved tongue teasing, tasting himself so. The wolf kept up the fantasy though, thinking of someone, anyone else that was doing this for him.
Togo came to mind; the husky there between his legs. It's not like this was the first time such a thought came to him; it was due to smell of him in the room. The husky had come in late the previous night to give him a pep talk. Reese hadn't been in the mood, even if he appreciated it; what he needed was the husky between his legs like this.
The two had always been close but from a hug here or a brotherly lick there, there hadn't been anything between them. Togo had his own issues, Reese was all too aware of; the husky had to be top dog, dominant in the relationship and there was no way Reese was going to be a bottom bitch. Even if he did care for Togo as part of his pack.
In the mood he was in, he just ignored it. Kept this high going with Togo here between his legs. The husky was such an eager thing, always wanting to please and be pleased. He'd be all over him by now, the smell of the wolf would be too much for the husky to handle. Reese continued to lick over himself, wrapping his tongue around his shaft and draw it into his hungering, steaming muzzle as tendrils of drool ran down his chin.
He sucked on himself, slurping over the tip once more and thought of this nameless husky doing it for him. Using both hands to hold onto his gigantic, rigid shaft and rubbing up and down the sides of it. Feeling the veins, gripping the swelling knot and jerking it up into his muzzle. Reese gulped down another watery load of himself. It mixed with him drool as he panted around himself, pulling off with a wet slurp and panting hotly in the night air.
He could see his breath even in the pitch black. He was still drooling, a single strand connecting his chin to his substantial self. Reese became so feral when he got like this. His fur was messed up, his teeth were showing, eyes wide and ears up. He clawed at his sheets, ripping a hole in it as he arced forward and had to hold back from howling into the night.
Reese gasped, an inaudible sound as he sucked in his breath. His fingers were teasing his tight tail hole. Rubbing around it, letting a claw slip within and tug back. He shook his shoulders as he laid down on his side, lifting up one leg high and nosed down at himself again.
The wolf's jet black fur sack was hanging losing underneath the empty sheath. He slurped and licked at it, tugging it with his tongue but lost interest in it quickly. It was only good when someone else could do that for him. Instead he nosed down at his rear, sniffing with a growl before letting his tongue drool out. The soggy red muscle smacked at the crack, covering it with his drool before he even tried to tease himself; letting it push against the resistance and pull back.
Reese swallowed, shaking his head as he was panting heavily now. The only sound in the room was the heavy labored breathing of the massive wolf; anyone that could hear it would know exactly what he was doing. That only made him grin lewdly. Maybe someone would stumble into the horny wolf's lair. Yet, he shook his head again trying to keep such thoughts under control.
It was a pain fighting one's own nature. But Reese was bigger than that, better than that and wanted, needed someone who could be that.
The wolf was getting down on himself and tried to shake the thoughts; going back to where they had begun. Still laying on his side Reese lowered his raised leg back down so he could close his eyes, sniffing and pushing his large nose against his bare paw. Thinking of the other that had done this before in his fantasy. Of the man that wanted to sniff and lick, clean his paws for him after a long day of working in the garage.
His shaft was still unyielding, rock hard as it rose and fell with his panting breath. Still drooling, now oozing out that thick musky lubricating pre that only a canine could truly provide. Reese didn't mind the smell of himself but would have to wash the blankets or risk finding Brigsby rolling around, naked, in his bed again.
So Reese rolled onto his back, grinding it against the bed and let that pre just soak into his chest fur as he lazed out.
The wolf didn't just touch himself again, no. He kept up the thoughts going, letting his imagination carry him to the finish.
Maybe someone that could actually handle him, like a horse. Oh, like that cute Clydesdale horse that keeps bringing in that ugly, beat up beetle bug to the shop. Reese couldn't count just how many times he had to fix that number for him. Still, a horse like that could handle someone like him.
Such thoughts made him grin, thinking of the naked black fur, black mane horse laying above him now. Staring down at him as Clyde, let's call him, was using both arms to keep himself up just so he could look down into the hungry, horny wolf's face. Reese would grin back at him. Wanting to just kiss him, to lick that side of that long face and sink his fangs into his shoulder as he fucked his brains out.
He shot another dose of himself up over his chest as his nails sunk into the bed, arcing his back and lifting himself up with his hips as he thought of that. The horse tail hole welcoming, inviting him to sink his bone deep inside. To tie them together, to let every ounce of him drain out into his mate and fill his body with his sweet, hefty load.
Reese snarled, pulling back as he huffed, humping a bit as he soaked those thoughts in. Letting them sink into his very being and shuddered from the ecstasy that it brought him.
Then again, the wolf smiled turning the horse around so he could eat Clyde out. Letting the horse fat sack slap him in his face as he gripped his hips so tight his claws would be digging into the horse's thick hide. Tasting him like this, smelling him, knowing him. Keep Clyde like that as Reese gripped their cocks together, jerking both of them off together while he ate the horse out.
Horse, the other white meat. Reese snorted, wanting to just turn over and hump fiercely into the bedsheets. To spill his load out all over everything, to mark everything as his.
But that was bad, he was bad and that only made his thoughts grow darker.
Tied up, held above the bed with a muzzle in around his snout. He could practically taste the rubber in his mouth as he winced at the sound of the whip just a hairs breath away from his rear. He was a naughty thing, a beast that needed to be chained and locked up. Spanked and have things shoved inside of his tight rear because of it.
And it was around this time the wolf could hold back no more and, gripping his knot with one hand, shot load after load of his thick wolf spunk all over himself. His bed. The floor and even the far wall, onto the tv as he howled long and hard into the night. Waking every single dog within the house.
"The fuck was that?" Charles jumped in the other room. Togo woke up from the sound, with a loud yawn. Charles could feel the husky's morning breath wash over his face.
"Reese will be fine." Togo just explained without explaining and laid back down on top of his man. The sound of it, the smell wafting from the wolf's room was making the husky horny.
Togo wondered if Charles was up for it as they snuggled back in for the night...
Reese would clean himself within the hour, after the high wore off. The wolf was in much better spirits, those soon became dampened when he saw a text on his phone from the very sheep who had done this to him. The wolf rolled his eyes though, not about to play his game as he got into the shower to clean himself off. Wondering if that horse would be coming in again today...