Continue walking

Ali must've been imagining things, there's no way a wolf so big and menacing is interests in his little self. He got back on his feet, and slowly continued walking down the darkly lit alleyway, keeping his head down to avoid eye contact.

But when he was passing the dark wolf, Ali couldn't help himself but take a quick peek at him. He noticed he was practically completely naked, only wearing an unbuttoned blue vest, that some visiting royalties tend to wear while visiting the castle, his chest was pretty much exposed, Ali could see how well developed his chest was, fully muscled and with quite some impressive abs. His lower half was also pretty much exposed for everyone to see, his cock wasn't fully erect but was mostly out, and almost reaching the size of Ali's legs, while his black ballsack seemed incredible big and heavy, so much that Ali doubted that he could fit them in both of his palms. The wolf's butt was pretty nice too, well developed, though Ali didn't stared too much at it, as while his eyes scanned the passing wolf's body, he saw that the wolf was staring back at him, shining an eager smile.

Ashamed Ali immediately looked to the ground, his cheeks starting to blush red, he started to walk faster to get out there quicker, but something suddenly stopped him. He felt the wolf's big, muscly hand grab the back of his neck, before pulling him in front of the wolf.

„Well, well, well. I didn't know there were Dalmatians in this part of town!” The wolf said in a deep, but excited tone, while his other hand grabbed Ali's snout and forced him to look up. „Your kind is so rare, so delicious. Some people would pay a hefty price for a meal like you, and I'm in desperate need of money!”

Before Ali could ask or beg the wolf to reconsider whatever he was preparing to do, the hand on his face forced him to look back down, though this time he was staring at the massively, erect penis of the wolf, inches away from his face rather than the ground. He could practically taste the musky air coming from it, as it twitched in anticipation. The palm on his snout moved to the back of his head, carefully grazing the fur on his back, then suddenly he felt it push his head towards his penis. For a moment he thought he was going to get raped, but that idea quickly disappeared, once his snout somehow managed to enter the wolf's tip. His eyes widened and Ali began to struggle, only for the wolf to laugh mockingly, and shove the rest of his head in. Ali's head was enveloped by slimy darkness, as his neck quickly followed down the wolf's tube, that intoxicated his nostrils with his musky air.

Ali felt the wolf's palms move across his body, touching him in all sorts of places while his head slowly inched deeper inside his musky cock. His powerful hands eventually stopped at his hips, he could feel the wolf raise his body of the ground, and rolling his body sideways then starting again to push him to his penis. Somehow, Ali's shoulders entered the same tip that his head was squished inside, then easily followed by the rest of his body, with his frantic struggles proving nothing to the wolf. He could hear the wolf laugh and even moan as more of his body was sucked into his penis.

Eventually Ali's head reached the end of the tight tube that was filled with crusty cum, and popped out into what seems to be the wolf's ballsack, as a rather big pool of thick wolf semen was already waiting for his arrival. Without a choice, his body was pushed forward and Ali's entire head was forced into the pool of cum, some entering his nostrils and not fully closed muzzle. Once his head was practically painted with the white, sticky substance, the rest of his body started to slide in even faster. Eventually he was cramped tightly like a ball, curled up yet again in an unbearably hot, slimy chamber owned by a male mutt, and halfway submerged in his weird substance, the only difference was that he didn't want to be there, and was instead forced to by the unknown wolf.

Outside, the black wolf's ballsack had gained quite a size, to the point it couldn't dangle between his legs anymore, and he had to kick it whenever he moved his legs. It did not at all annoy the wolf in the slightest, on the contrary, he was feeling proud and accomplished having someone lodged inside his balls, left completely at his mercy, though he wasn't planning on ending him, just yet. His palms moved across the stretched surface of his sack, feeling the curled up outline of the Dalmatian, who seemed in no hurry to get out. He smiled devilishly, feeling how heavy and large his sack has gotten because of his prey.

„Tell me young dog, do you like it there? I don't feel any sign of disapproval coming from you. Maybe instead of selling you, I might keep you as my cock pet. Doesn't that sound intriguing?” The wolf giggled, slapping his own sack, waiting for Ali to respond to his question, or at least do something.