Note: This fanfiction is written to be enjoyed as it's own story, but it can also be read as a supplement to my other fanfiction, Wolf's Weakness.
Captain Fox McCloud; the young, prestigious Cornerian hero. After proving his skill during the Lylat Wars, serving as the driving force behind the Cornerian Army's victory, he returned to his home planet to great fanfare. Heralded as their new champion, proof that a little good will and determination could turn even the most unlikely of pilots into a bastion of heroism. That said, he wasn't looking quite so prestigious now. The door to the captain's quarters were slammed open with an explosive bang and the young, orange fox was forced through the entryway. Whatever reputation he'd earned wouldn't do him any good here, not in the jaws of the beast. He was haphazardly tossed by the arm with the full force of his captor's upper body strength, causing him to stumble forwards for a few uncoordinated steps before collapsing against the dresser on the opposite side of the room. A blindfold over his eyes prevented him from seeing anything but the sinister laughter from behind him was unmistakable.
"You're a filthy animal, McCloud..." A gruff voice shouted out. Following those words Fox felt a firm hand grab him by the collar of his pilot's jacket and yank him up to his feet. He was pinned with his back against the closest wall and the rag got ripped off from around his head. Even though his vision would take a moment to adjust to the light, he knew the blurry figure in front of him was one of the last things he'd hoped to ever have to see in person. The single red iris of the man he'd feared most in the galaxy stared at him with intensity that could bore a hole through a stone wall. There was a mix of excitement and sadism in it, the owner's lips curled into a terrifying grin. Wolf O'Donnell.
"Just a filthy… Repulsive… Animal." Wolf restated his disdain with a little more emphasis, he was so uncomfortably close that Fox could feel the spittle accompanying his words and smell his warm, cigarette-stained breath. Wolf's forearm barred the poor young pilot against the wall, holding him in place.
Fox was already in quite a rough state, to say the least. However he'd ended up in this mess had taken its toll on him and he was reduced to shivering in fear, thoughts of what was to be done with him invading every thought in his mind. The self-control tactics Fox had learned in the academy were all good on paper and worked from behind the safety of cockpit glass, but here things were different. Wolf was big, intimidating and clearly meant him harm- no number of simulations could prepare you for a real confrontation like this one. The stinging cuts and lacerations decorating Fox's body weren't helping him stay composed either; his face and arms had dark smears of dried up blood matting dirty patches of fur together. Even his pilot's uniform was tattered and blackened around the fringes from smoke residue.
"W-Wolf I-, please you've already captured me just-"
"SHUT UP!" Wolf was quick to bark out, punctuating his words with a loud backwards slap across the boy's face. Fox let out a high-pitched yip, he tried to clutch at his aching muzzle but was stopped in his tracks, forgetting that his paws were restrained by a pair of handcuffs attached to his waist.
"…Do you need my assistance with him, Captain?" A baritone voice inquired from the hallway, he sounded calm despite the chaos. Wolf took a moment to think before shaking his head.
"No. You're dismissed, Panther. I'll be busy in here for a little bit. You've done good work today. Go ahead and pour yourself a drink, don't be afraid to use one of our good bottles either. When you've got a moment I'll need you to try to hail all the Cornerian channels we've got on record, see if you can get ahold of somebody who knows what the hell is going on. I'm sure they're wondering what happened to their little foxy."
"Yes sir, thank you."
With that dismissal Panther made a curt bow and disappeared down the hallway, making sure to shut the door behind him and leave the canine boys to their newfound privacy. Wolf's attention quickly returned to his captive, a quiet growl in his throat growing in intensity as he leered into Fox's wild pupils. Now that they were alone he could really go wild. It had been a while since there was a prisoner on board and he had some frustration to get out after the events of the day.
"I think we both knew that there'd be a day you step aboard my ship, McCloud." Wolf took Fox's chin between his sharp claws and turned his head back and forth, looking him over with satisfaction in the same way one might look at a trophy. After a moment he let out another huff of a laugh and stepped back, giving the boy a moment to breathe. "I'll just bet you didn't think it'd be under these conditions, did you?" On his own two feet Fox wasn't able to support himself, slumping back down to the floor with legs and tail askew. "DID YOU?" The canine shouted but the only response he was given consisted of a couple of weak coughs and whimpers. He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, the feeling of disgust overwhelming. "…Just look at you. You're completely pathetic. Your father spent a lifetime building a legacy to be proud of and you have the audacity to disgrace it like this. Cowering under me… Is that what they teach you kids in pilot's school these days? Get up."
With as much effort as he could muster Fox did as he was instructed, pushing back against the wall with his legs to try and pick himself up. Wolf's words came from a place of contempt but deep down he knew he there was at least a hint of truth to them. Beaten, bruised and all bloodied up- only a failure of a captain would let themselves get bested on the battlefield and then taken alive as a prisoner. Fox wasn't sure what they planned on using him for but whatever it was, it would without a doubt open up a vulnerability in the Cornerian defenses. He hoped that General Pepper could at least forgive him.
"Then again, if you were anything like your late father you wouldn't have ended up in this mess to begin with. James may have died but at least he was a man about it. Smart enough to go down with his dignity intact instead of torn to shreds like what's going to happen to you. You're a coward, Fox. Nothing more than a child playing pretend with the adults."
"Wolf, please-" The smaller canine muttered out, he could feel tears of frustrated emotion welling up in his eyes.
"Did I SAY you could talk?" Wolf quickly cut him off, raising his hand back up as a threat. Fox's ears folded back meekly, the soreness on his cheek serving as a reminder to what happens with disobedient pups. "Your spot from this point forward is to be quiet and do what you're told, I'm not in the mood to hear that squealy voice of yours." The larger dog continued, "Under normal circumstances we wouldn't even be here. I'd cut you down where you stand, turn in your head for a nice bounty with Oikonny's Army. But just because we need you alive for now doesn't mean that I don't have plans for you." He uncrossed an arm and held his fist out, each of his fingers slowly unfurled to reveal a small metal key that was housed on his palm. Fox's eyes trained on it, it looked like it belonged to a pair of handcuffs. Most likely the pair he had on at this very moment. "I'll bet you want this, don't you?" Wolf asked. Fox wasn't immediately sure if that was something he was expected to answer or just more taunting. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, MCCLOUD."
"I-I do…" He admitted, voice wavering.
"You've got to earn it, then. I know that the concept of "earning" is foreign to you, seeing how the people in your life have handed you everything on a silver platter, but that's why I'm here." The corner of Wolf's lip curled up in a crooked grin. "I'm what you deserve, Fox. And I'm here to teach you a lesson." Without further delay he stuffed the small key back into his pocket and grabbed his captive by the forearm, leading him over towards an open entryway on the far side of the captain's quarters. The younger pup stumbled with his first few steps but eventually reclaimed his balance and followed as best he could. As he was marched along he took the moment to get a good look at his surroundings, something he couldn't do earlier. Disappointingly, what he saw wasn't exactly surprising or out of the ordinary. He was hoping at the very least that one of the richest, most infamous criminals in the galaxy would have good taste in decoration.
Wolf's quarters were hardly what one would consider 'clean', the few possessions that he had on display were outnumbered by the amount of garbage he'd left out. Empty liquor bottles and beer cans adorned the corners and linings of his furniture; there were even dangerous looking remnants of his temperament littered in places, piles of glass shattered against the wall that neither Panther nor Leon had taken the time to clean up. Some of the liquor bottles strewn about looked to be on the expensive end of the spectrum while others were significantly cheaper, Wolf was apparently the kind of drinker who'd take whatever was available as opposed to having any special tastes.
Contrasting that mess, however, the immediately adjacent room that Fox was tugged into looked surprisingly well cared for. Separated by a divider, it was tidy and sparsely furnished; warm carpeting covered the floor and a single, comfortable looking command chair stood tall in the middle. The wall it was facing appeared to be the reason for this room's decadence, it was composed almost entirely of a massive plate of tempered glass that treated the observer to a beautiful sight of the distant Lylat System. Planets, stars, asteroids… All of them came together to form a breathtaking sight, a constantly changing picture that never aged no matter how much time one had spent drifting in space.
Fox tried to keep up with his captor's pace but the hindrance of his heavy boots and his momentarily wandering gaze were the recipe for an accident; before he knew it he'd tripped on his own two feet and ended up face-first in the observation room carpeting. Wolf noticed but he didn't seem to care, instead of stopping to shout or drag the boy along he simply kept walking until he was able to sit himself down. A sigh of comfort escaped from his jowls as his tail-end settled down into the familiar seat, closing his eye and taking a deep breath. As much as the canine had conditioned himself to hide his weaknesses the events of the day had left him both physically and mentally exhausted, he was excited to relax even just for the moment. Accompanying the chair was a small end table with both a bottle of whiskey and a whiskey glass decorating it; Wolf grabbed the bottle by the neck and began pouring himself a nice, full glass of the opaque brown liquid. His free paw made an ominous beckoning motion towards the incapacitated fox.
"It's a nice view, isn't it?" He asked. The dominant canine's long, manicured claws clinked against the bottle as he placed it back down and picked up his serving.
"…I suppose." Fox was smart enough to respond this time, scooting himself closer to respond to the beckon. As soon as he was at Wolf's feet he began the painful process of standing again but was met with a palm that commanded otherwise.
"No, no your place is down there now. Stay on the ground." The captain ordered. That wasn't a good sign. A nervous lump had formed in Fox's throat and he quickly swallowed it, settling back down on his knees. At least the carpeting was soft. "From this point forward when you speak to me, you are to call me 'sir'. Got it?"
"I-… I don't…"
"The only thing coming out of that mouth of yours should be "Yes, sir" you little bitch." Wolf's words were stern, setting the tone of what was to come.
"…Yes sir."
"Good, good. Quick learner." He pulled the whiskey glass up to his lips and took a deep swig, swishing the liquor around in his maw to appreciate the taste before swallowing. It burned, it burned exactly how he liked it to. "You know exactly what I've brought you over here for." Wolf continued, his legs were spread apart in the seat dominantly, tail idly flicking over the armrest. "In fact, I'll bet something like this has happened in one of those dreams of yours. The kind you wake up from and don't want to tell anybody about. Am I right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Wolf…"
"SIR." He banged his fist down violently to add emphasis, the glassware rattled.
"S-Sir!" Fox corrected himself. "I don't know, I'm… I'm really not sure what you're saying, sir." Hearing the boy refer to him as his superior again caused a toothy grin to form on Wolf's muzzle. He leaned in nice and close, eager to see the reaction that was to come.
"Somebody, a person very special to me, pleasures me here. Now I'm sitting here in the same chair that I always sit in and to my surprise? I don't see anybody else in the room besides me and you. It's looking to me like there's some slack you need to pick up, then. Isn't there?"
"W-what're you-…?" Wolf's words came with no unclear meaning but still made no sense to the shocked pup, there was no way that he was referring to what Fox thought he was referring to. There must be some kind of misunderstanding.
"Are you thick in the head, McCloud?" He asserted, "From what I can tell the only thing you've proven to be any good at is sucking General Pepper's dick. Now, since I'm your new 'general' for the foreseeable future it only seems fitting for you to reside between my legs, sucking on my dick now doesn't it?" Wolf shifted himself back against the cushioning once more to relax, free hand beginning to tug at his belt. "Get to it, animal."
The noisy buckle was unclasped and the free end was pulled out of its loop, the button and fly of his pants soon to follow. The longer it dragged on the more Fox grew unsure of himself, was Wolf really going to go through with this? Was he expecting him to..? But the carnivore's actions spoke to his intentions and without any hesitation Wolf dipped his paw down between his legs, dug around in his newly freed crotch for a moment before flopping the prize right out and into view. It was so bulky that he had to adjust in his seat to make enough room, making sure to spread his thighs wide to ensure the best, most accessible view- after all he had quite the package to be proud of. By this point almost all of the doubt had left Fox's mind, any and all questions had been answered. No, Wolf was completely serious.
He kept his pants fully pulled up with just the unzipped crotch hanging open to show off what he was packing- and boy was he packing. Eyes were immediately drawn to the large, hefty sac that showed off exactly what kind of man the owner of it was. It was overgrown with dark grey, masculine fur but despite the thick coat, each orb remained shapely and clearly defined. They were easily the biggest pair that Fox had ever seen in-person, each at least the size of half of his own fist. Falco had a decent set on him all things considered but Wolf… Wolf was on a completely different level. Above, his sheath made the picture perfect; sizeable, fuzzy and accentuated with a crown of red, dick already protruding just slightly in anticipation.
All in all it was a very impressive showing and under other circumstances, belonging to a different person, Fox would be completely on board to partake. But this was much different, these belonged to Wolf O'Donnell, the man directly responsible for the death of his own father. Doing what he asked at this point was degrading, especially if he, heaven forbid, enjoyed it.
"Wol- err… Sir… I don't know how to-" The smaller canine began to lie, the sight was causing his heart to flutter wildly in his chest.
"I didn't ask you a question, shut your mouth and get to work. I don't care about anything that you have to say. You should know what to do from here, it's exactly what you're good at." Wolf lowered his head down closer to Fox's level again, making sure that what he had to say next would be received. "And if I feel even the tiniest hint of those little teeth of yours touching me, I'm breaking them all out of your slutty mouth and making you eat them. Understood?"
Fox's eyes didn't know where to look; they darted between Wolf's menacing face, his crotch and the floor as the boy struggled to process what he was being ordered to do. He'd already known that he was going to be in for a rough trip when he was captured by Star Wolf but this… This wasn't even remotely close to anything he'd been prepared for. One way or another, when caught between the jaws of the beast like this he knew that compliance was going to be the best way to make it out on the other side in one piece. After all, a broken neck can't pilot an Arwing but a broken spirit can and that's what important… Right? At least, that's what Fox told himself to try and form justification, letting a meek "Yes sir…" escape from his lips. Meek as it was the response seemed to be satisfactory enough. Wolf relaxed back in his chair again, taking a second swig out of his glass of whiskey.
"Then hop to it."
Despite every voice in his head screaming at him not to stoop any lower than he already had, Fox knew that it was going to be better to start soon and finish quickly than it would be to delay the inevitable any further. After all, if he didn't comply Wolf might resort to using a different part of his body, something he knew he definitely wanted even less than this. He took a few deep breaths to collect his nerve before committing, the boy's white-furred muzzle slowly and uncertainly creeping up between Wolf's thighs, whiskers dragging against his pants. The first thing Fox noticed as he drew closer was the man's powerful musk, it was filling his tender nostrils and overwhelmed the senses in a way that none of the other boy's musks had done before. His canine scent was familiar to Fox's own but much stronger, commanding attention in a way that subconsciously made the mouth begin to water. It was only fitting.
As one final plea of hope Fox looked up towards Wolf's face, praying that he'd be offered an alternative way out. Money? Information? Contacts? Anything to avoid degrading himself any further than he was already degraded. Not so much to his surprise, however, he was greeted with the sight of the carnivore's single red eye staring down at him with an oppressive leer. Nope, this was going to be it. He was locked in now.
Now this wasn't Fox's first experience with handling dick, not by far, but that was information that he kept very close to his chest. The only people who had any semblance of knowledge were his partners and it'd be in their best interests to keep it a secret as well. Falco, Bill… No, there was no way that any rumors were making circulation. Was Wolf somehow aware of his 'special interests'? Or was this something that he was doing of his own volition? Fox supposed that the motivations didn't really matter now, that would have to be something to dwell on later because at this point the reality of the situation was unavoidable. He was close enough to it that dick occupied all of his senses, it was all he could see, all he could smell, and likely to be all he could taste soon enough; his wet nose already adorned with a few strands of crotch-fur stuck to it. Figuring he had to start somewhere the boy exhaled a deep sigh before reluctantly poking his smooth canine tongue out from between his lips. He tested the waters first, running the flat of it up from bottom to top of one of the plump, furry orbs in front of him. To the boy's surprise it felt satisfyingly weighty and didn't taste like anything he wasn't already used to.
The first lick was the hardest and, trying to stay open minded, it wasn't really the worst thing in the world either. He was still alive after all. In fact, if he closed his eyes and disassociated himself from the situation as a whole this might not be so horrid; he wanted to pretend that the ballsack belonged to Falco but it was far too fuzzy for that. No… The closest comparison in his experience would have to be one of the canine boys he'd been with, like Bill. Creating that mental picture, he went in for another lick, dragging his tongue up and over Wolf's second shapely testicle before returning to the first to give it another few licks of attention. Out of context like this it almost didn't feel like he was being raped by his sworn rival. With his legs splayed off to either side and his head occupying the space between Wolf's thighs, Fox lapped at the carnivore's balls until they were left thoroughly coated in his saliva. He was starting to feel at least a little bit more comfortable.
Feeling confident on moving up a level he took one of them into his warm mouth, rolling it gently to taste from all angles. The testicle was large but it wasn't to the point of being unwieldy, he could handle it with relative ease. A couple minutes ago his maw was bone-dry but something primal inside him, something he couldn't control, was certainly more excited than he was. By the time Fox had fit both of Wolf's balls between his lips and was wrapping his tongue around them together, he could feel the man's sac beginning to tighten and retract up against his taint. Wolf remained stoic but his body's reactions were good indicators that whatever was being done to him was at least pleasurable. Above Fox's nose a big, red staff of a cock began to slowly emerge from its hiding place, growing an inch at a time to present itself for imminent servicing- something it had done many times. Whiskey-dick didn't seem to be a problem Wolf suffered from in the least.
Doing what he'd normally do when sucking his avian teammate off, Fox tried to reach up with his paws to stroke the newly presented member as it grew from its sheath but was stopped by the tug of the handcuffs keeping his wrists shackled to his belt. For the moment he'd almost forgotten what he was doing this for. It looked like it would have to be mouth-only from this point forward, not a foreign concept for the young boy but not exactly preferable either. Compensating for that, he scooted himself in closer to get a better angle on the emerging dick and was immediately greeted with a fresh new whiff of Wolf's dense, fertile musk. It was fortunate that Fox's cheeks were covered in fur because the scent alone was making him flush in the face. The other boys he'd been with had a nice smell to them but Wolf, once again, was a completely different experience. Maybe all those weird girls back on Corneria who fangirled over the enemy weren't entirely wrong in doing so.
Getting right down to business, Fox's tongue protruded from his lips again and ran all the way up the exposed underside of Wolf's veiny, semi-erect member; starting from the furry base of his sheath and tasting up to the pointed tip. The canine cock reacted with a satisfying throb and lurched an extra inch taller as more blood flowed into it. His knot had yet to slip out and he was already larger, both in length and girth, than any of the other boys Fox had played with in the past. How much dick was hidden away in there?
In spite of his enjoyment, Wolf remained dead quiet. Staring down at the fox in his lap with an expectant look on his face, he almost looked bored by it all. He held his glass of liquor up in his right hand with the other gripping at the arm rest, rapping his claws against the metal as he took in the sight of his sworn adversary licking up his twitching manhood over and over again. After a moment of this he decided to interject.
"You look so appropriate down there." Wolf spoke, "Like you're right at home kneeling between a powerful man's legs. Go on, bathe me with your tongue while James looks down in shame." A shock was sent down Fox's spine as those words left his captor's lips. The imaginary scenario he'd built up as a coping tool dissipated and he was brought back to the reality he'd been trying to escape from. The worst part of that was that Wolf was right. Here Fox found himself, pleasuring the man responsible for killing his Dad and, to his own admission, was almost beginning to like it. He couldn't stop his eyes from watering as the thoughts he'd been avoiding flooded through. Such a disgrace to his name, somebody who used to be lauded reduced to a stain on his family tree. Maybe, Fox thought to himself, maybe it would have been better to go down with his ship. At least then he'd die the hero that had saved the Lylat System and not… This.
"Please… You don't have to-" Fox regressed back to the stage of begging, blinking a few times in succession to try and stem the flow of tears.
"Your mouth should be too full of dick to be talking to me, McCloud. If I have to tell you one more time then I'll make sure that jaw of yours doesn't work right ever again. Now get to work."
His intensity was all it took to beat Fox back into submission, Wolf was not a man to be trifled with and it was obvious that he was on his last inkling of patience. The boy took a moment to collect himself, sniffling once or twice and wiping the tears off on his shoulder before getting back to business, browbeaten into pressing onwards. He ran his taste buds over Wolf's stoic cock another handful of times, licking the red flesh thoroughly on all sides and making base to tip slick and shimmering with his saliva. The stiff mast bounced in a satisfying way, tensing up against his mouth and each stroke causing it to bob. Eventually the canine's sheath began to draw taut as something built under the surface and, intent on coaxing it out, Fox dug his tongue down into the sleeve to meet it head on.
"…That's more like it." Wolf exhaled in his gravelly voice. He breathed a small sigh of relief as his sheath retracted under the plump, hard knot that finally slipped out of his body, bumping up against Fox's nose. Now at full stature, Fox was able to get a good look at the man's size and, unsurprisingly, even a term like 'considerably large' would be an understatement here. At least eight inches long including the knot with a solid three inches of girth at the thickest point in the shaft. Compared to what he was used to this thing was a monster, a little over half the length of his own forearm. Fox had seen (and admittedly pleasured himself to) pictures of dicks similar to this one on those websites he hid from others, but being in front of one in-person like this was intimidating to say the least- especially with the knowledge that he was expected to fit the whole thing into his mouth. The pup made another nervous gulp and began to reassess his approach. He had a wide maw and could probably make it fit, but it'd be a challenge…
"You like what you see?" Wolf taunted. He took one final drink before placing the empty whiskey glass down on the side table. Using the same paw he reached down and wrapped his fingers around his rock-hard dick, eager to assert his dominance. His free paw held Fox's head stationary and he quickly began to force himself on him, mashing his meaty fuck-stick up into the young boy's face and rubbing it back and forth to work it into his fur. His heavy knot was crammed against Fox's nose while the tip left sticky pre-cum residue in the white fluff of his ear. The poor canine was only able to whimper, not daring to speak a word in opposition. "There you go you little cunt, that's what a real man feels like." Wolf grinned, showing his sharp fangs out of the side of his jowls as he ground his scent into the bitch in his lap. "This kind of treatment is just what somebody like you deserves. You thrive on it, you love knowing that somebody owns you and from now on, that'll be me. All your dumb little friends will smell me on you, I'll make sure of it. They may not say it, but it'll be obvious." To enunciate his point he pulled back and used his dick to give Fox a hearty smack across the cheek, branding him with the knowledge of his role in this world. "Now suck on me, I can see you're just dying to."
Wolf let go of Fox's head and switched his attention to obtaining more liquor, grabbing the bottle by the neck and pouring himself another full glass. As he let go of his member he made a point to pull his shirt up enough to expose his stomach with his other hand, wanting to ensure that his expensive clothing wasn't tarnished by the slut's saliva. His cock made a wet slap against the fur covering his abs, balls pulled up tight underneath. Once he was sure that Wolf had finished with him the smaller pup sheepishly went back to work. He ran his wide tongue up both of the two, large balls that were presented in front of his sore little nose before returning focus back to the all-important shaft. He hadn't been with a dog in a while but knew what they liked, as such he sealed his lips around the underside of Wolf's knot and gave it some attentive suction, wrapping around to taste the other side of it as well. Slowly, he pulled his muzzle up the canine's urethra until he met face-to-face with the head. There was a glistening smear of pre-cum adorned with a strand of orange-brown cheek fur stuck to it. Goddamnit, Wolf…
Fox chose to ignore it instead of picking it off, figuring that doing so might stoke more flames than were necessary, and proceeded to fulfill his expected role by fitting the strong, musky tip of Wolf's carnivorous dick into the warm maw that awaited it. His tongue was immediately graced with the familiar, salty taste of the man's pre-cum. Not familiar because he'd done this before, but familiar because surprisingly it tasted almost identical to Falco's; a small touch that helped him relax enough to push his muzzle down further on the man's cock without much hesitation. It was huge and invasive, grinding against both the roof and floor of his mouth in a way that no other dick before it had done as Fox struggled to take it in deeper. On the receiving end of things, Wolf watched calmly as his eager, twitching member disappear past his rival's lips inch by inch. Small, satisfied growls accompanied each of his exhales.
It wasn't long before the next roadblock presented itself, the knot. Fox had taken the rest of the meat into his throat, a feat that was impressive in and of itself, but the knot was definitely not going to work. His lips pushed up against the mass but failed to give way; as it was his jaw was straining open as wide as it could go and Wolf's cock was occupying every nook and cranny, beginning its way whole-heartedly down his tight throat. Try as he might, it wasn't opening any further. Fox's emerald-green eyes began to tear up once more as his natural gag reflex kicked into gear, making a few lurching choke motions as he attempted and failed to swallow any more.
"What, can't take all of it?" Wolf inquired with mock surprise. He fully realized that there was almost no way it was going to work without a broken jaw, even Leon would struggle to fit him in sometimes and he was a chameleon. Either way, even if this was expected a bit of punishment seemed like it would still be necessary. He gripped the back of Fox's head again to make sure he couldn't get away and without skipping a beat, slammed his dick into the pup's mouth as hard as he could. His knot smashed violently up against Fox's teeth but didn't make any headway into penetrating past them, not that it really mattered. The boy tried to whimper as his gag reflex screamed at him to pull off but Wolf's grip was too strong.
"Oh no you don't, you get to take it all. You're not going ANYWHERE." Wolf laughed as he pulled out just enough to force himself back into the warm cock sleeve all over again. Leon had gotten to the point where he couldn't gag anymore so the feeling of Fox's throat spasming around the sensitive head of his dick was heavenly, but that wasn't why he was doing it. He went back in for a reckless third thrust, pulling out and pounding into the boy's throat with all of his strength before finally letting go of the back of his head. Since there was more in store Wolf earnestly hoped he hadn't broken his nose, at least not yet. If he did, well… It wouldn't be the first time his knot had broken a face.
Having already been straining against the man's palm, Fox lurched off of all seven inches that occupied his senses and made a desperate gasp for air. He tried to clutch at his newly bruised esophagus but the sound of rattling handcuffs spoke differently. Instead, he hung his head forwards and violently coughed out into the carpeting. Tears left behind wet trails in his fur, going down past his cheeks and dripping from his muzzle. He was hurt but there didn't seem to be any blood dripping from his mouth or nose.
"Hmph, I guess it won't fit. You're smaller than I thought you'd be." Wolf grinned devilishly as he took another drink, his saliva-wet dick resting back in his fur again. It made a few excited twitches as it settled down from the action. "But… That doesn't mean you can stop."
A sad and defeated look in his eyes, the broken pup cleared his throat out and pulled himself back together. Without further pushback he positioned himself between Wolf's thighs once more and worked the stiff mass back into his maw. His jaw ached and strained as it was crammed full again but he found solace in the fact that it was easier to tolerate than a set of broken teeth would be. As soon as it was as deep as it could go Fox held himself there to try and force his body to adjust to the size. With at least three inches of dick occupying his throat passage he counted to ten before slowly pulling back up, the sensitive flesh treated with his dragging tongue as he did. Nothing could stop the pain but each time that he crammed the head down his throat and counted the resistance was weaker, growing at least semi-accustomed to the monster invading his deepest regions.
As soon as he felt he was ready he started on the core of the treatment. Just like he would regularly treat Falco as well as the boys before him, he began bobbing his head up and down to get at every inch of the length- removing himself until only the tip remained lost inside him and then swallowing it all back down again. His movements started off slow but as the cock was slickened up it was easier to work in and out. Wet, sloppy sounds of his sucking escaped from the sides of his jowls and filled the otherwise silent room. Under most circumstances he liked to massage at the recipient's balls while he was doing this but… That wouldn't work here.
Again and again Wolf got to enjoy the sweet sight of his pulsating, veiny member disappear in the mouth belonging to James's son. Reliving their rivalry nobody could have ever guessed that Star Wolf's triple defeat during the Lylat Wars would eventually lead into this. Watching the boy bob up and down in his lap it was clear that this wasn't the first time he'd ever sucked a dick, no. First timers were sloppy and uncoordinated, Wolf had fucked girls who had a harder time eating his cock than Fox was having. He'd always made off-handed remarks and quips about the McCloud boy being a little fag but was never certain if he actually believed it. At least, up until now. All doubt had flown out of the window at this point. Hell, if he didn't need to get Leon back from the Cornerians he'd almost consider keeping Fox around for a few days to abuse as a glorified fleshlight before committing to something more drastic. But… That wasn't an option now, what little time they actually had would have to suffice.
Wolf rested his free paw on the back of Fox's head and used it to direct his rhythm, making the boy go down and pull back up at his command. Now that everything was under his control the old dog felt comfortable in toning his energy down a bit, relaxing his tensed muscles into his command chair and downing the remainder of his second glass of liquor in one big gulp. The buzz was already creeping into his head, normally it'd take three or four glasses before anything came through but today had been an exhausting day. Wolf stared out into the beautiful sights of the distant Lylat system as his ears were treated to the slurping sounds of the fallen captain Fox McCloud, hero of the Cornerian people, in between his legs servicing his dick with utmost fervor. It was all quite enchanting. He began feeling so at ease that he almost…
"Stop." The large dog commanded, he held Fox's head in place all the way down on his cock. It had snuck up on him; his large, shapely balls were pulled as tight as they could be against his body, twitching with his cremasteric reflex and sending wells of built-up pleasure shocking through his body. Deep in the captive's maw his manhood made aggressive throbs, pulsating and tickling the back of the boy's throat as the canine clenched his muscles to keep the impending orgasm at bay.
It took a good moment of focus but eventually the feeling began to subside, Wolf made a sigh of enjoyment. No, despite all of the excitement he had no intentions of letting Fox get away with simply tasting his seed. There were bigger plans in store, especially now that he'd shown what he was capable of. As a parting gift, Wolf pulled out of Fox's mouth just enough to get one deep, final thrust in. The thick red knot pushed hard against the boy's lips and nose who tried to make a painful 'yip' but was too full of dick to let anything come out. Firmly enjoying the moment but knowing he couldn't keep it up forever, Wolf reluctantly pulled himself all of the way out of the pup's mouth. His dick made a wet slap against his belly-button as it was released, liberally coated in slobber and throbbing dangerously close to orgasm.
The grizzled dog pulled his captive in against his balls instead, wordlessly showing him what to do next by rubbing his nose into his sac-fur. Fox didn't dare disobey, quickly taking one and then both of the sizable orbs into his mouth; his tongue could feel them twitch as it was wrapped around them. Wolf watched his warm breath decorate the air as he panted out, letting himself wind down. It was a good minute or two that he allowed the pup to suck before deciding to speak once more.
"You know… I wasn't planning on this but now that you've proven to me that you know what you're doing I can't keep you all to myself." The canine reached into his pocket and pulled out his communicator, pushing a button on it and pulling it up to his ear. "Panther, wash yourself up if you haven't already and meet me in my room as soon as possible. I've got something that I need your help with." Fox's heart skipped a beat, he'd already resigned to the idea that he'd be done here at any moment, the thought of which was pretty much the only thing that was keeping him going. This… Didn't sound good.
"Hah. If you think I'm big then I can't wait to see what you think of him."