Wolf at the Door : Part 1
LUCIOUS WOLFE
Wolfe grumbled to himself as he picked pipe tobacco out of his long white beard. Wolfe was in his personal playroom at work, a couple of tied and gagged pigs swung in slings, holes already lubed and ready for Wolfe to fill. As he lit his pipe he wondered how Brick was doing in his new role and how he was going to resolve his own problems at the Pig Factory.
Clamping the pipe between his teeth and creating plumes of smoke he put on a pair of thick industrial rubber gloves and lubed them up. The sling pigs were wearing VR headsets playing hypnotic suggestion videos, Wolfe watched as their holes bloomed and twitched before getting to work.
Wolfe started slowly, with only two fingers in each of the pigs, rubbing the lube on the inside of their holes, the pigs moaned in pleasure as Wolfe added another finger to each. The warmth from the pigs holes quickly warmed the rubber gloves and Wolfe began to slide all of his fingers and both his thumbs into the horny pigs. After a few minutes Wolfe was wrist deep into both pigs, rotating his big hands making the pigs moan and contort in the slings.
An intercom crackled over the moaning pigs:
“Mr Wolfe, your presence is requested in meeting room one”
Wolfe grunted in displeasure, quickly pulling his fists out of the pigs with a satisfying pop, the pigs gaping rosebuds exposed and twitching as he quickly removed the gloves.
ROOM 1
Wolfe entered the room billowing pipe smoke and irritation as he made his way to the only available seat. Wolfe could already gather the tone of the meeting, with the stakeholders and weapons division head sitting with their backs to the wall on the far side of the conference table.
"Take a seat please, Mr Wolfe. The CTO of pig factory gestured to the seat and gave Wolfe a clearly insincere smile.
Wolfe didn't feel like pandering today but instead of saying anything he sat down. Better to let them show their cards than his own. An uncomfortable few seconds elapsed, enough for Wolfe to take a big drag on his pipe and release a thick cloud of smoke.
"We have called this meeting to discuss a restructuring of TPF, I'm afraid that your division, despite providing us with some very useful initial data, has become a financial liability for us."
"I see," Wolfe said, "and?"
"And… we are shutting it down, you have three days to prepare your factories for closure" the CTO said smugly.
Wolfe took another long drag on his pipe and exhaled the smoke in jets from his nose. He knew there was no point in arguing and could already guess who was getting his share of the budget, the weapons division.
Wolfe stood up, his bulky leather covered frame towering above the seated men.
"Gentlemen." Wolfe said emotionlessly as he left the room.
DRINKS AND CUBS
Wolfe went back to his office to pick up Boots, his partner Brick's pet. Boots had managed to overdose on the potent cocktail of mind altering drugs the pig factory administered to their test subjects and as such was now more a pet than human.
A few months ago Brick brought Boots to the Wolfe to see what could be done. The boffins at TPF decided that Boots would have a more fulfilling life as a pet than trying to become human again and make some surgical alterations. Boots now had a tail, trotters and pig nose, his skin treated for almost permanent coverage. Boots testicals were enlarged giving him big pendulous balls and his hole widened so he could more easily take a fist. Finally Boots had thick piercings in his dick, septum and nipples. Boots cock leaked constantly.
With Boots walking to heel Wolfe called himself a car and headed to the best bar that he could bring Boots, a bar frequented by leather men with a garden, where no one would pay too much attention to a formally human pet.
Wolfe grabbed a drink at the bar and headed straight for the garden, he needed a smoke, he needed to think. Wolfe tied Boots' lead to a conveniently placed o-ring bolted into the wall next to him and lit his pipe. As the plumes of smoke snaked past the rim of his cap he noticed Boots playing with an empty steel water bowl.
"Ah you must be thirsty" Wolfe said as he pulled out his cock and filled the bowl with his piss. Boots wagged and began to drink.
"Now then" Wolfe thought to himself "what the hell is going on at TPF, what research or tech is the weapons division ready to roll out that they no longer need my research? They wouldn't go chemical since all that research is mine and doesn't scale well enough for warfare."
Wolfe's pipe was out of tobacco, so he grabbed one of the cigars Brick had given him, a "normal" but large 80 ring. As he lit the cigar a young leather cub made their way over to him, as he arrived they partly knelt down and gave Boots some scritches and fuss.
The cub looked up at Wolfe and said
"Hello Sir, my name's Caleb, and I think we should talk."
Wolfe was flattered, he found the cub cute, almost enough to fluster him, but replied "Nice to meet you cub, what do you want to talk about?"
"Chimera." the cub replied.
Wolfe recognised the name, slightly sad that the cub wasn't flirting grabbed the cubs collar and pulled him close and quietly said in his ear "Not here"
Wolfe was exactly his type, Wolfe's smokey breath in his ear was enough to make him hard instantly and he struggled to respond but managed to say "Yes Sir"
"Good" said Wolfe as he handed Boots' lead to Caleb. He quickly finished the rest of his drink and said:
"Let's go"
REVELATIONS
Caleb wasn't sure how he ended up in Wolfe's sling, it just seemed so natural to obey him and despite having important things to discuss he climbed in and watched as Wolfe put on some thick rubber industrial gloves.
"Ok cub, talk" Wolfe said with a smile as he lubed up one of the rubber gloves
"Yes Sir! Well… I ‘m a journalist. I have been looking into TPF, at first I found a website and even snuck into one of the pig factories. Which are, wow…" Caleb's holes visibly twitched at the memory of the pig factory.
"Anyway, I went deeper, couldn't help myself and found out about you and your department, but also a few of the other departments too. The weapons department is why I tracked you down.
Wolfe slid a finger into the cub and puffed on a recently lit cigar, blowing smoke at the cub.
"Hurrmff, erm…" the cub paused.
"Do you want me to stop cub?" Asked Wolfe.
“Urrgh, no Sir, I can keep going. The Miltec division wants to use your research and the techniques used on your pet to create an army of enhanced completely obedient soldiers”
“I see, fucking bastards” said Wolfe, while he squeezed a few more fingers inside the cub.
“Well, I will have to put a stop to that nonsense, TPF was meant to help people realise their true potential, not turn people into weapons” said Wolfe.
The cub came, it had been a while since he had his holes played with so expertly, Wolfe gave the cub a steely stare, with a hint of a smile.
“Sorry Sir!” The cub said, realising that he wasn't given permission.
“That's quite alright cub, if you would like you can make it up to Sir after I have finished stopping Miltec from ruining my life's work.”
Wolfe removed the lube covered gloves and grabbed his jacket. Wolve rummaged through his humidor and selected a few large cigars. While lighting on of the cigars he said though plume of smoke
“Would you mind staying here and looking after Boots for me, make yourself at home. If Boots gets restless please play with him, I shouldn't be too long.”
Wolfe returned to the cub in the sling and gave him a smokey kiss, the cigar was Wolfe's special blend of tobacco he used at pig factory. Caleb kissed back, if he had any resistance to obeying Wolfe it was now gone, his cock swelled again, despite only cumming minutes earlier.
Caleb watched as Wolfe left, plumes of cigar smoke rushing to fill the path Wolfe strode.
I'LL HUFF AND I'LL PUFF
Wolfe was at the door. His key card still worked and he let himself into the TPF headquarters. The building was a 70s concrete brutalist experiment, hard grey lines. Wolfe knew he would already be on the cameras and since TPF was becoming more militant that security would be with him imminently. Wolfe planned to get as close to his office as possible before being stopped, just before arriving at the elevator he was stopped by two guards.
“Hello, Mr Wolfe, I'm afraid we have orders to escort you out of the building.”
One of the guards said.
“Oh, orders from whom?” Said Wolfe buying time as he casually began to relight his cigar from earlier.
The guard ignored the question, having no intention to discuss his orders with Wolfe and took a step forward. The guard was too late however, Wolfe had taken a large pull from the cigar and as the guard stepped forward blew a massive plume of smoke at the guard. As the guard reeled Wolfe took another large pull. The other guard also stepped forward, Wolfe was glad that these guards had no real knowledge of the TPF or what would happen to them if they breathed in his smoke.
Now both guards had a good dose of his smoke Wolfe stepped between them and put his arms around their shoulders. The guards were unsteady, confused and clearly horny as they both nestled into Wolfe's arms, their cocks swelling so much they were visible through their clothes.
“Good boys,” Wolfe said, taking another big pull on his cigar. He gave each guard a big smoky kiss and released them. He gave one of the guards the cigar and the other a bottle of poppers. The poppers were specially formulated to work in concert with the cigar, deepening the arousal and obedience.
“Now boys, you will play with each other until I get back, neither of you are allowed to cum. Is that understood?” said Wolfe.
“Yes Sir!” The guards said in unison before beginning to kiss and undress each other.
Wolfe smiled, he wouldn't be coming back, but for the next twelve hours or so the guards would have a lot of frustrating fun together before the effects of the cigar and poppers ran out.
Wolfe pressed the button on the elevator, lit another cigar, and headed towards his office.
THE NIGHT SHIFT
George and John enjoyed working together, they were both in their mid 30s, shared similar interests and always went for a pint or two after work. They had both been called in to do an extra late shift, with orders to not let anyone in the building.
In the locker room the pair changed into their uniforms, unlike previous security jobs they had had the uniform for TPF seemed a bit over the top, black combat fatigues, black compression t-shirts and utility vest. Neither of the pair were particularly the type to wear tight fitting t-shirts, their bellies and chests bulging. George teasingly grabbed John's nipple, causing John to snort laugh and shout
“Fuck off George”
Now both in uniform the pair headed to the security office, getting a horrible vending machine coffee on the way, it was going to be a long night, 8pm-8am shift. In the security office they sat down and checked the monitors, all clear, John got his phone out and scrolled through some news feeds.
George, already starting to get bored even though he had only just sat down said
“How's the love life buddy?”
“No change since last shift to be honest... dead”
John replied, he hadn't been looking. For the last few months, John had fallen hard for George, they got on so well, but John was pretty sure George was straight, even so John couldn't shake his feelings.
“You wanna sort that out buddy, don't want you getting lonely.” George said.
“Yeah” John said, focusing on the news feed, hoping it would mask his feelings.
“Shit… we have a visitor!” Said George, getting to his feet.
The pair marched through the corridors taking a route to the intruder that passed by the lifts and entrance to the stairwell. After 30 seconds or so they arrived. The intruder was a tall older gentleman fully clothed in leathers with a thick grey beard and wearing a Muir cap almost covering his bright blue eyes.
John recognised the man, Wolfe, one of the upper management, he was always kitted out in full leathers, to be honest he turned John on a little and Wolfe had always been polite.
“Hello, Mr Wolfe, I'm afraid we have orders to escort you out of the building.” John said.
“Oh, orders from whom?” Said Wolfe as he lit a cigar.
John knew that there was no point in replying and he looked over at George, who gave him a reassuring nod, George had his back.
John stepped forward, into a thick cloud of smoke, inhaling it all as he took a breath to reply to Wolfe. John completely forgot what he was going to say, his heart rate picked up and his face flushed instantly. He wanted to drop to his knees and undo Wolfe's leather trousers and worship his cock.
George noticed that John stopped in his tracks and stepped forward himself, making the same mistake as John taking in a big breath to ask John if he was ok, to tell Wolfe to get out, but as he inhaled Wolfe's smoke his mind emptied. He stood in a daze next to John.
Wolfe stepped between the pair and put his arms around their shoulders. Both George and John rested their heads in Wolfe's arms, their cocks swelling, their breathing and heart rate elevated.
“Good boys” Wolfe said, his words filling both of them with joy and a deep sense of submission. Wolfe then gave both John and George long smoky kisses.
Wolfe gave George the cigar and George puffed on it in a daze, releasing a soft contented moan. John received a bottle of poppers, he opened it and the smell hit him instantly and hard, it was a very different experience from the poppers he had a home which he would use when watching porn.
Now boys, you will play with each other until I get back, neither of you are allowed to cum. Is that understood?” said Wolfe.
In unison both John and George replied “Yes Sir!”
As Wolfe walked away John grabbed George and kissed him, groping George's crotch then started to undo his fatigues. George passionately kissed back, he was deep under the influence of Wolfe's drugs but this also felt right.
John was his best friend and handsome. George had considered himself straight but rather than the repulsion he imagined he might feel he felt right. George started to unzip John's trousers and grabbed his cock while puffing on the cigar.
Within minutes both were naked John held the bottle of poppers under George's nose and took a few hits himself, George and John shared a smoky kiss and John knelt down and started to suck Georges cock, George was so horny but the order from Wolfe was deeply implanted in his mind, no matter how much he wanted to he couldn't cum.
It was almost painful, so much pleasure but no release, he pushed John off his cock and took John's cock in his mouth. It was his first time sucking cock, John's cock was thick and a decent length, George began by working John's head. As the head of John's cock touched his tongue it was like an electric charge on his tongue and his mouth began to water, he enthusiastically sucked and licked John's head getting loud ecstatic moans of pleasure in response.
John took a bit hit of poppers and moaned “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” John positioned himself and presented his hole to George.
George was rock hard, he took another pull on the cigar and plunged his face into John's asshole, pushing his tongue deep into it and licking John's hole. John continued to moan “Please fuck me George, please fuck me…”
After a few minutes of worshipping John's hole George slowly pushed his cock into John, there was very little resistance, the combination of the poppers and cigar smoke had made John's hole loose and wet enough for George to get his cock balls deep in John. John moaned, his dream of being with George was coming true.
John's alarm went off, it was 7:45am, both John and George were still naked, cuddling on the floor, at some point they must have both passed out from exhaustion, the cigar was a discarded inch long stub on the floor and the bottle of poppers had rolled halfway down the hallway.
“Fuck, George wake up!” John shouted.
“Huh, what?...” George realised he was naked and memories of the shift flooded back and his face went bright red.
Both men said “Tapes” to each other and started to get dressed.
“About what we did…” John said sheepishly.
“It was amazing John, I fucking loved it”
George said with a big smile.
John looked into George's eyes and said dreamily “Me too”
George grabbed John's nipple, laughed and said:
“Gay.”
CAPTURED
Wolfe arrived at his office, nothing had changed since he left earlier in the day. He made his way to the computer and logged in. Wolfe was almost certain that he wouldn't find anything useful but knew he had to try. After a few minutes he packed his pipe and reached for the bottle of whiskey he kept in a drawer in his desk. While lighting his pipe he continued to dig. From checking his department's stock and financial records against the Miltech and TPF financials a picture began to emerge. Miltech had been planning this for months.
Wolfe knew his investigation was taking too long, instead of staying for minutes it turned out he had taken almost half an hour, he quickly queued everything with the printer as well as sending an email to Brick. Wolfe stood and walked over to the printer, leaving a trail of smoke illuminated by his screen. A few more pages and he would make his way back to the cub to plan their next moves. Before the last few pages came out of the printer Wolfe's office door slammed open, several armed and gas masked guards rushed in. Wolfe took a long pull on his pipe and raised his hands.
CALEB THE CUB
As Wolfe left the room Caleb climbed out of the sling, nearby were some clean towels which he headed towards to clean up a little before he had a shower. Boots intercepted Caleb before he got to the towels and licked Caleb's cum off of his thighs and crotch before Caleb could protest.
“Good boy Boots!” Caleb said, a little surprised but not ungrateful.
“Right… where's the shower Boots?” Caleb said in a playful tone.
Boots grunted, wagged its pig tail and led Caleb to the shower room.
Caleb took off the leather harness he had on in the bar and got into the shower, Boots followed him in.
“Ok so I guess this is happening” Caleb said out loud, and turned the shower on. Boots noticed Calebs cock growing and started nuzzling his crotch.
“Oh, you want this bone huh Boots?” Caleb said while rubbing his nipples. Boots took Caleb's cock in his mouth and started sucking, letting out contented oinks and grunts.
“Fuck, Boots, you're, nhuuh, really good at this” Caleb said, struggling to finish his sentence.
Caleb took his cock out of Boots mouth and came all over Boots face and snout. Boots licked at the cum that dribbled down his pig snout.
Caleb finished showering and gave Boots a good clean too, once dry Caleb headed into the living room stopping off to get a drink first, Boots followed at heel. Caleb noticed Boots' water bowl on the floor, refilled it and sat down on the couch. Boots jumped up on the couch and rested his head on Caleb's lap.
“I imagine you aren't allowed on the furniture Boots” Caleb said. Boots' ears went back and he gave Caleb sad puppy dog eyes.
“Ok buddy, I won't tell if you don't” Caleb said rubbing Boots head.
Caleb reached for the remote and turned on the TV, he was exhausted and for now there wasn't much he could do, he hoped Wolfe would be ok. Caleb managed to find a rerun of one of his favorite shows on the TV. As the sound from the TV started to sound further and further away and nonsensical Caleb fell asleep with Boots on his lap.
A few hours later Boots began to nuzzle Caleb awake.
“Ungh, crap I fell asleep, hey Boots” Caleb said checking his watch. It had been a good few hours since Wolfe had made his way to TPF, at what point should I start worrying he wondered.
As he started to calculate the time it would take Wolfe to get to TPF, the time.he would need to do whatever it is he was planning and get back the doorbell rang.
After a few tries Caleb asked the correct digital assistant to show him who was at the door. A tall man in a rubber pig hood and full leathers was impatiently waiting. Boots seemed to know who it was as he got very excited, his cock becoming hard for the first time since Caleb had met him. Caleb remembered, this must be Brick, Wolfe's partner and factory enforcer, he might know what to do. Caleb crossed his fingers and buzzed Brick in.