Chapter 1: First Touch

The little fox was getting close. It was almost time to cum for his audience.

Kiran’s breath came in short, needy whimpers as he stared at the wolf on his phone screen, held up by a cell tripod near his bed, the camera aimed at himself. The stranger was big, dark-furred, and already slowly stroking a thick, veiny red cock that made Kiran’s mouth water and his pelvis ache and clench. The wolf’s voice was low, rough, and commanding through the video call.

“Get in position for me, pretty fox. Belly down, thighs spread wide, ass up high. Show me that tight little hole while you stroke yourself. I want to watch everything.”

Kiran’s heart raced, he’d never done anything like this before. He had contacted this wolf online, and specifically requested a little dominating talk.

Kiran let out a shaky moan and obeyed instantly. He propped his phone on the tripod beside the bed, making sure the camera had the perfect angle, then dropped onto his stomach like an eager little slut. He pushed his chest down into the sheets, arched his back deeply, and spread his sleek red thighs as wide as they would go. His fluffy tail lifted high and to the side, fully exposing his pink. The vulnerability had his hanging sleek cock leaking some pre onto the bed, and the wolf noticed, licking his lips, commenting.

The wolf growled with more approval. “Fuck, look at you. Such a good little whore already. That hole is staring me right in the face, I like it. Damn, that ass is sleek, fox. Your thighs are killing me. Start stroking. Nice and slow. I want to see you fall apart on camera.”

Kiran wrapped his black paw around his leaking cock and began to stroke, hips rocking gently against the bed, his balls swaying with the motion of his furred fist. He stroked down over his knot, over his sheath, really feeling deep inside his cock root, the way he liked, close and personal. His hole fluttered visibly with every pass of his fingers, twitching and clenching like it was begging to be filled. The wolf’s praise made his ears burn hot and his tail flick with excitement. He gave his tail some wags and his hips some sway.

“That’s it ... you’re doing awesome, pup. You’re such a needy little fox. Keep going. I want to watch you make a mess.”

Kiran glanced back at the camera, the wolf was stroking himself steady, pre slickening his red rod tip to knot. His abs were carved from stone and coated in soft fur. A little bit of matting where the tip would hit and spread pre. The lighting was dark contrast and looked extra naughty.

Kiran’s strokes grew faster, his thighs trembling. The pressure built quickly, coiling tight in his belly. His hole kept spasming, opening and closing desperately as he chased the edge.

He stopped stroking near that edge, and wiggled his ass, feeling his cock and balls sway. His balls had begun drawing up tight, becoming a white rounded pouch with two orbs smoothly outlined, which the wolf loved. His little tight submissive fox.

“I’m, I’m gonna cum if I keep stroking,” he whined, voice high and broken.

“Do it,” the wolf ordered, voice thick. “Cum for me, fox. Let me see that pretty load. Show me what you got.”

Kiran cried out as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock didn’t spurt in thick ropes like a wolf’s, instead, it streamed a long, constant, forceful arc of clear-to-white fox cum that pulsed out in rhythmic waves. The first jet shot hard across the sheets, followed by another, and another, each contraction making the stream slightly stronger. The contractions were about 3 seconds apart, and the stream would lessen to a strong dribble in between pumps, never a complete break in flow during his orgasm. His hole clenched hard with every rush, visibly pulsing and winking for the camera like it was trying to milk a cock that wasn’t even there. His tight little taint contracting inward, and he knew the wolf was eyeing every inch of the whole thing.