Sweat was cooling on my body. Slowly my breathing became even again.
“Enough for today?” Keith asked and I shook my head. “I would love to run for a bit after I've cooled down a bit more. If that's okay with you.”
He chuckled. “As long as I can sit here and work instead of joining in fine by me.”
“A bit of working out wouldn't kill you, you know?” I teased him and got up to wipe the rowing machine down.
Just three days of this had changed my mood again. Working out while Keith did whatever he had to do on his laptop, being led on a leash around the house – either for the shower after workout or while he was doing other errands – napping on a big dog bed next to his desk while he was working there.
I was wearing the collar and cuffs all the time now. In this short time they had become a part of me, something that meant not being alone with the thoughts in my head that I kept them on for comfort even if I was alone in my bungalow.
Humming to myself I cleaned the machine, put the cleaning stuff away. Wiping my hands and face with the towel I walked towards the treadmill. Walk, jog, run... A perfect ending for today's session. Shower after and maybe a nap.
Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Keith looking up from his work and followed his gaze. My owner stood in the door. He was naked only a towel draped over his shoulders.
Feeling slightly guilty I stopped on my way and looked down.
“Explain.” His voice was cold, commanding. But he looked at Keith, ignored me.
Keith closed his laptop and got up. “It is my responsibility to keep her healthy and fit. She needed some exercise.” was his simple answer. “I never let her out of my sight and when she is not in here she is on a leash.”
Now my owner looked at me. “Are you finished?” His tone was softer now and I dared to shake my head. “Nearly though.”
With his typical effortlessly graceful movements he walked over to the exercise bike. “You can leave her here with me and I'll take her back later.”
Keith nodded and left. My leash lay forgotten on the floor. I looked after him, then at my owner. He was just starting his warming up. “You can finish and wait for me here.”
I nodded and got on the treadmill, started my indoor run.
We worked out in silence. I thought I could feel his gaze on my naked body.
Sweaty and out of breath I finally stopped and got off the treadmill. What now? Normally Keith would clip the leash in and lead me away. I needed a shower but I was told to wait here.
I turned around and looked at my owner.
He stopped what he was doing and went over to the cupboard. Taking out an arm full of towels he looked around. Finally he dropped them next to the treadmill and spread them out with a foot.
“You can wait there, I still need some time.”
I nodded and sat down. “Thank you”, I murmured, trying to find a comfortable position. In the end I just lay down, my chin resting on my arms and my legs pulled under my body.
With a smile on his lips he knelt down next to me and patted my head. “Suits you.” His hand touched my collar. His fingers closed on the handle and he pulled me upwards, looked into my eyes.
“I should have known.” He chuckled and let go. “Lay down. Stay.”
Commands you would give to a dog. But I didn't mind. Not anymore. It felt right in this moment.
As he got up and turned around his body started to change. First it was subtle. Muscles moving under his skin before the skin broke apart to give way to his shiny black fur. Even though I had seen it countless times before it still fascinated and appalled me at the same time. Not for the first time I wondered how it must feel. Painful? Just weird?
After his change he stepped on the treadmill and started to jog. A human would have to run to keep up though.
I shifted my body a bit and settled down. My wrist were crossed where the nylon cuffs were and I rested my head on them. Through half closed eyelids I watched him. It wasn't long before my gaze focused on his crotch. The cock still in it's sheath, the nearly naked balls dangling beneath. Funny how I had never noticed how this part of his anatomy changed. A human cock would hang down, move with his movements. His sheath stood more upright, if he was on all fours it would really look more like a dogs than human.
Watching him was nearly hypnotic, graceful movements, the only sound his loud breathing and the steps on the rubber.
Would he fuck me after his exercise? Did I want him to?
Panting he stopped, turned of the machine and stepped down, rested on all fours.
Yes, in this position his cock sheath looked more natural. Poking out of his fur I was still looking at it, thought I could see the tip of his dick poking out.
Willingly disobeying his orders I raised myself until I was on all fours as well and moved towards him. I wanted a closer look, wanted to smell him now.
His low growl wasn't threatening, it sounded more like a question. So I didn't stop. I could smell him, his animalistic scent that had become so familiar and such a comfort to me.
The red tip of his cock was poking out of it's hiding place. It looked wet. Sweat? Something else? How would it feel, taste? I had only felt or tasted him in his human form before.
It was like a compulsion. Closer, inch by inch. Before I even knew it myself my tongue touched his dick.
My owner flinched. Apparently I had surprised him. But his cock reacted, left its sheath to greet my tongue. Salty, slick with some liquid I could not identify. Hard and soft like a humans but without the veins.
My fingers started exploring now as well. More of his dick, his balls, the fur around it. I felt him move next to me, stretching. His long wet tongue lashed over my pussy lips but he made no further attempt to move.
Encouraged by this I steadied myself on all fours again and took his cock in my mouth. It was so big. And it tasted so good. Tentatively I ran my tongue around it, just the tip as I would do with a human. Then I started to suck. His hips moved. Slowly but steadily he started to fuck my mouth.
I moaned. I was down on hands and knees. My legs were spread for stability. He fucked my mouth with his cock.
Every now and again I felt his tongue licking me. Encouragement? Reward? He moved faster, deeper. The angle was weird, nothing I had ever felt before. His next thrust made me gag. He didn't stop, didn't even slow down. Saliva was dripping from my lips.
Just then his long wet tongue entered my cunt and I moaned, mouth open wide. The sound was muffled by his cock. His thrusts became less controlled, more forceful. Greedily he fucked my mouth, my throat, buried his werewolf cock deep every time.
I started feeling suffocated and whimpered. What I had started out of curiosity had turned scary in an instant.
My owner made a rumbling sound deep in his throat. Something I had learnt to recognize as pleasure.
Deeper, cutting off my air, filling my throat. He seemed to enjoy my gagging. It must feel like a massage around his cock was my hysterical thought. Then I remembered the knot. If it happened in my mouth I would be trapped, there was no way I could open my mouth wider than this right now. I might die. Chocked to death on a cock.
This thought scared me enough that I pulled away. True, in my years on the streets I had thought of ending it all. But now I had found a new home, a new purpose. I didn't want to die anymore.
My owner growled. Menace this time, anger. Burying his paws in my hair he pulled me back. Resistance was out of the question. He was stronger. Kneeling before him I let him fuck my mouth. Use me for his pleasure. I was scared, trembling, drooling.
And then I felt it. The first trickles down the back of my throat. I moaned, a desperate sound full of fear.
He growled with pleasure again buried his full length in my throat and stopped. His cock pulsated cum shot hot down my throat and I tried to swallow, to breathe. Every time he had fucked me he had stayed like this until he had knotted me, until we were unable to pull apart.
Shivering I closed my eyes. Suddenly he pulled my head back, let go of my hair. Retching and coughing I cowered before him, filling my lungs with air between. For the first time ever I saw it. His dick was still pulsating and dripping cum, the know was still swelling. I blinked away the tears that obscured my vision. It was so big. Bigger than I had even imagined. How was it possible that this locked my cunt without tearing me apart?
My breathing was still ragged as I felt his paw on my shoulder and flinched. With slow movements he stroked the back of my neck just under the collar. He was still panting as well as he bent down. Softly he licked my tears away, licked over my lips before he pulled me in a tight embrace and pulled me down with him. His hot and furry body covered me and his paws moved soothingly over my body.
