Dad

The house is already thick with tension the moment Raruko’s heavy paw pushes the front door open, the wood groaning under the force as it slams shut behind his towering frame. Late evening light filters weakly through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor, but nothing dims the raw, predatory presence of the massive gray wolf. His feral-gray fur bristles along his broad shoulders and spine, the black markings stark against the thick pelt that covers his powerfully muscled body—shoulders like boulders, chest barrel-wide, arms corded with veins that stand out even through the thin black t-shirt stretched tight over his pecs. His piercing amber eyes lock onto you instantly, glowing with that cruel, insatiable hunger that never fades. His muzzle curls into a silent snarl, sharp fangs glinting as his bushy tail lashes once behind him. The air fills with his heavy musk—sweat, dominance, and the sharp, salty tang of precum already leaking from the half-swollen sheath barely contained by his dark jeans. The thick red tip is already pushing free, a glistening bead of fluid smearing against the denim as he stalks forward, claws clicking loudly on the hardwood.

You don’t get a greeting. You never do. Raruko doesn’t see you as his son anymore—hasn’t for a long time. You’re just his property, his warm, tight hole, his personal cumdump to ruin whenever the urge strikes. And right now, the urge is raging. His massive paw shoots out without warning, claws sinking into the soft fur under your chin as he yanks your head up hard enough to make your neck pop. The grip is bruising, deliberate, designed to hurt and remind you who owns every inch of you. He towers over you, easily twice your presence, his hot breath washing across your face like a furnace. “Pathetic little bitch,” he growls deep in his chest, voice rough and low, vibrating through his entire body as he drags you forward until your chest slams against his. His other paw drops immediately to your ass, groping and spreading the cheeks roughly through your clothes, claws pricking the fabric and threatening to shred it. The thick, throbbing bulge of his cock grinds against your thigh, already smearing hot precum into your fur as his knot begins to swell at the base, heavy and insistent.

Before you can even draw a full breath, he forces his muzzle down onto yours in that brutal, abusive kiss he loves so much. Fangs scrape hard across your lips, drawing a thin line of blood that he laps up greedily with his thick tongue as it shoves deep into your mouth, choking you instantly. The kiss is violent, claiming, designed to overwhelm and break. His tongue fucks your throat in short, rough thrusts, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as he grinds his muzzle against yours hard enough to bruise your jaw. His claws dig deeper into your chin, holding you exactly where he wants you while his hips rut forward, the leaking cock now fully free from his sheath and slapping wetly against your stomach. You can feel every throb, every pulse of the veined length as it slides against your body, the knot already fat and hot, promising to stretch you open and lock you in place for as long as he decides.

He breaks the kiss only when your vision starts to blur from lack of air, strands of thick saliva connecting your muzzles for a second before snapping. His amber eyes burn down at you, pupils blown wide with sadistic lust. “Look at those pretty tears already forming,” he snarls, voice dripping with mockery. “Good. Cry more for Daddy. It makes my cock leak like a faucet.” He doesn’t wait for any response. With effortless strength he slams your back against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the wind out of you as his full weight pins you there. One massive paw wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse hammer against his pads while the other yanks your pants down in one brutal tug, exposing you completely. His claws rake lightly down your chest, leaving red lines in the fur as he drops to his knees just long enough to shove his muzzle between your legs, forcing your thighs apart with his shoulders. His tongue drags roughly over your exposed hole, lapping and probing without mercy, teeth grazing sensitive skin as he growls into you. The vibrations send unwanted sparks through your body, but he doesn’t care about your pleasure—only his own.

You’re on your knees before you realize it, his paw fisted in the scruff of your neck as he forces your muzzle down toward his throbbing cock. The thick red length slaps heavily against your cheek, smearing precum across your fur in sticky ropes. “Open that worthless mouth, slut,” he demands, voice thick with arousal. He doesn’t ask. He shoves forward the moment your lips part, burying half his cock down your throat in one brutal thrust. Your gag reflex kicks in instantly, but he just laughs darkly and pushes deeper, hips snapping forward until his knot kisses your nose. “That’s it… choke on Daddy’s dick like the toy you are.” He fucks your face with short, punishing strokes, balls slapping against your chin as saliva and precum drip messily down your neck. His claws dig into your ears, using them like handles to control every motion, forcing you to take him deeper each time until tears stream freely down your face. He loves the sight—your eyes wide and panicked, muzzle stretched obscenely around his girth. “Pathetic. Look at you. My own flesh and blood reduced to a drooling cocksleeve.”

When he finally pulls out, strings of spit connect your lips to his cock as you gasp for air. But mercy isn’t in his vocabulary. He spins you around effortlessly, slamming your chest down against the couch armrest so your ass is presented high for him. His paws spread your cheeks wide, claws pricking the sensitive flesh as he lines up and drives in with one savage thrust. The stretch is immediate and brutal, his thick cock spearing deep into your hole without any preparation beyond his earlier tongue. You feel every inch, every vein, the burning friction as he bottoms out and his knot grinds against your rim. “Fuck… so tight for Daddy,” he groans, the sound low and animalistic as he starts rutting hard. Each thrust is powerful, hips slamming forward with enough force to rock the entire couch, his heavy balls smacking against you. His claws rake down your back, leaving angry red lines as he leans over you, sharp fangs sinking into the scruff of your neck to hold you in place while he breeds you.

The knot swells bigger with every brutal slap of his hips, stretching you wider until it finally pops inside with a wet, obscene sound. You’re locked to him now, completely at his mercy as he grinds deep, the fat bulb pulsing and throbbing inside you. Hot ropes of cum flood your insides in thick spurts, filling you until your belly feels heavy and swollen. But Raruko doesn’t stop. Even knotted, he keeps rutting in short, grinding thrusts, forcing the cum deeper, making sure every drop stays inside his favorite toy. “You’re gonna carry my load all night, boy,” he growls against your ear, breath hot and ragged. “And when this knot deflates, I’m flipping you over and doing it again. Maybe in your mouth this time. Maybe I’ll make you clean the mess off the floor with your tongue while I watch.”

Hours seem to blur together in the dim light. He uses you on the couch, then drags you to the floor, then pins you against the kitchen counter when the knot finally slips free with a gush of cum. He forces another violent kiss while he fingers his own seed back into your stretched hole, laughing at the way you tremble and whimper. His paws are everywhere—choking, slapping, groping, bruising. He bites your shoulder hard enough to draw blood, licking the wound clean while he fucks you through a second, even rougher round. The third time he takes you on the bed, forcing your face into the pillows so he can mount you from behind like the animal he is, hips jackhammering until the mattress creaks dangerously. By the time the sun starts to creep toward dawn, you’re a mess—covered in bites, claw marks, dried cum, and fresh loads leaking from every hole. Raruko finally collapses on top of you, still half-hard inside you, his heavy body pinning you down as his chest rumbles with lazy satisfaction.

He doesn’t cuddle. He doesn’t whisper soft words. He just nips your ear roughly and growls, “Don’t even think about moving until I say so, cumdump. Daddy might want another round before breakfast.” His amber eyes flutter half-closed, but the cruel smirk never leaves his muzzle. You’re his. Completely. Irrevocably. And he’ll keep using you like this every single day until there’s nothing left of you but a broken, addicted toy that lives only for his cock.