Musica Wolfsbane
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Posted: 03-27-2016 10:51 AM
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I had so many insane dreams while I was out....I don't know what happened. One thing I know it is 9am at my time and I went to sleep, now it's 4am. I felt so in peace. It's like my demons were recreating my whole childhood....I had a father who loved me, a mom who wasn't stressed, I had a lover who was so compassionate and kind. Then there was one when I was in overalls with a slave master and we were sitting by the lake and we fished and had fun and laughed the day away. He was a tall 6 foot, white furred wolf, and i was a black furred, 3ft runt when he first found me. After a few days of being towered over by the man, little did i know that he was a slaver till after i saw the many unfinished shacks made near his cropping fields. Oddly he said he never hated anyone of a different race from his, he just gave into the pressures of being what others wanted him to be; his father was a slave owner, as was his father, as was his, so, by tradition, and for the sake of keeping his childhood in order, he did what he was told, and lived in shame for all his years of having to hate himself.. Then I told him that I'm proud of him for his commitment to the lie, how he would be the best master I ever had. That's when he put the collar around my neck and unzipped his fly and let me suck on his inches. It was incredible...it was almost like I could smell the musk on him and the sweat dropping down his toes as he started to make me deep throat him and take his complete length into my pup body. For once in my life....I felt at peace with my demons inside of me. Loved it. Worshipped every second of it. But my dream master told me I had to wake up because if I didn't, I'll keep getting hungier. I saw it with my own eyes.... It was heaven. Pure ecstasy in its rawest form: a man both fatherly and dominant, loving his son unconditionally. Planting his seed into his pup and watching him grow up and sending him on his way to be a great man just as he was destined to be. Shame that a dreamcould love me whereas my own father couldn't. When I was riding that behemoth, I could do nothing but accept my love for him, accept that I was his treasure and that I would always be treasured, no matter who stepped in the picture. I remember is mud wrestling and taking long walks, camping out under the moon and talking about our stress and sins under the full moon, then just howling it all away. He would tell me stories about his adventures as a kid and how he was always picked on for liking boys. He started growing older and older and his body started to get stronger and more masculine. He would fuck fag boys day in and day out but would never feel happiness from it, not until he met me. He knew I was a weak one, "an easy one," is what he called me, covered in my own blood, afraid of the world because of the pain I endured from other men; he knew all I wanted in my life was to be loved the right way. He waited days for me to heal, teaching me how to walk, how to hunt, how to heal myself, and, most importantly, how to love myself. I wasn't afraid when he kissed me for the first time because I knew I had nothing to lose and i want afraid of him as a threat. Next thing I knew, he started nudging his length into me, releasing something deep within my heart; my want for him transformed into a need then, and I forced myself to the end of his length, only to be kissed by him again on my maw and sit upwards to accept his pumping length up my premature pup hole. He let my hug his chest and allowed for me to open my heart to him, but as I stated to he began fucking me deeper and harder. I felt no pain, just the incredible ecstasy of his girth forcing my wounds to subside their sense of pain. I started to feel a tingle in my cock myself, and started jacking myself off, such pleased him to see me enjoying myself. Next thing you know, with the full moon in its fullest, his huge knot, the size of a baseball, crashed into me, as though my body was a lock and his was the key to match. And with all his might, combine with my own substance about to release itself, he gave an ear piercing howl into the thick air, telling the world that the king had finally found his prince. All I could remember afterwards was him caressing my face and looking me in the eyes, saying the most beautiful words to my ear, "Puppy, you're mine now. I've been waiting my whole life to tell you this: Welcome home, Son."
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