Buff wolf caught masturbating on farmer's property, farmer rapes him for trespassing

Be you, young farmer who inherited the family farm from your grandad due to literally being the only one who ever gave a shit about him and the farm. Coming to visit as much as you could as a child and teenager, eagerly learning and requesting to be taught everything about how to maintain the farm from him, he decided that when he passed, the farm would be yours.

You love this farm with everything you got, you put sweat and blood over expanding and maintaining it, making it not just a family farm, but also a viable local business, selling fresh produce to your town's market, and even shipping it to neighboring towns. That’s why you went into full alert mode when, for the last couple of nights, wolf howling could be heard in the distance.

Your property was in danger and you knew it, it wasn’t just a plantation farm, you also owned cattle, as well as other farm animals like pigs and chickens, all of which would fall prey to wolves, and you were not about to let a wild mutt ruin your grandpa’s farm you worked so hard to maintain and improve. So tonight you go out, armed with a flashlight and the trusty lever shotgun that’s been in the family for generations, you set out into the nearby woods to find this howling wolf or wolves and put them out of their misery.

It turns out, however, that it wasn't just a wolf, or a pack of them howling out during the night. With the hunting skills you learned from your grandpa, god bless his soul he taught you so much, you managed to track what looked like wolf prints on the dirt, they looked weird, but they had the paw-like shape anyway. And that’s when you found him, it was easy, but the results were not what you expected. Following the prints, you busted your wolf in the act, not a feral wolf, an anthro wolf. Easily a foot taller than you, so muscular he could snap trunks in half with his bare hands, and all naked, masturbating in the middle of the forest a night

Ironically, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in place, looking at you in fear, leaning against a tree, his hand still grabbing his dick. He was jacking off and howling to the moon in a daze before you flashed your light directly at him, catching him with his pants down almost literally, since they were thrown to the side along with other clothing articles. He’s shocked somebody caught him, and looked about ready to book it when you level your shotgun at him.

“You ain’t going nowhere” He freezes in terror, trembling eyes looking at the gun in your hands, life passing through his eyes during that moment. However, something in you changed, like a switch you didn't know existed was flipped in response to the sight of this big naked wolf man doing obscene acts outdoors, you wanted… more. Your initial goal of filling a wolf pack with lead now just just a memory, replaced by a sexual desire you didn’t know existed within you “Now finish what you started” you order him, voice leaving no room for defiance.

He looks too terrified for confusion at your demand, his brain barely processing your words, but working the lever quickly knocks him out of his fear induced stupor, the click-clack of the lever action and shell being chambered helping in keeping his wits at bay.

“Keep jerking, boy!” You yell the way your grandfather taught you, that saying boy at the end of a line immediately set an unconscious hierarchy in place, that you were the authority, and him beneath you, like a boy scolded by his parents. As expected, he flinches and desperately starts masturbating.

“Good, keep going” you tell him, setting the flashlight on the ground pointed at him, so you can keep both hands on the shotgun.

You watch the show from your spot, morbidly fascinated by your newly discovered depravity, finding sexual satisfaction in witnessing the wolf please himself under the threat of death, terrified out of his mind. Your own dick twitches and pushes against your pants, desiring some action too, but not now, now you’re just content in watching.

The wolf’s mouth, filled with sharp teeth that could tear your flesh apart, opens to pant out loud, his whole body reacting. His legs, arms, and back muscles clenched, the definition revealing itself under his soft looking muscles, displaying an admittedly olympian physique. He was getting close, and you enjoyed every second of it.

“Good boy, does it feel good?” He flinches yet again, whether over calling him a good boy, or just directing your words at him you don’t know, but you can tell it had an effect on him “Jerking while I watch you?” He clenches his eyes tightly, obviously embarrassed by this entire situation, of being caught and forged to masturbate at gunpoint, but gives you a shaky nod anyways. His dick can’t lie anyways, it was rocksolid the entire time you showed up, this had an effect on him as much as it had an effect on you.

Finally, arching his back and howling to the skies, he blows his load against the tree he was perched onto, a stream shooting out of his cock, watering the trunk like a hose. His balls clenched as he finished cumming, the tip leaking drops onto the grass, watery and more translucent than what you can produce, so that’s what wolf cum looked like.

He breathed heavily, resting from the quick rush of release, slowly relaxing his breathing. He straightened, and the moment he looked like he was about to reach for his clothes, you stopped him.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, boy” he froze mid turn, incredulous, but your gun is still aimed at him. You remind him he’s still trespassing your property, that you can turn his head into a blossoming red flower and not get jailed, he’s a seven foot tall, roided out wolfman, and you’re a six foot farmer, all you had to say was he tried to attack you, and you were good to go.

“So keep jerking” You order him, your words final.

He gulps a lump in his throat, and begins anew, rapidly jerking his flaccid cock into a half chub. He couldn’t get it hard though, no matter how hard he squeezed and pulled, his dick just wouldn’t just wouldn’t get up, its energy spent, refractory period kicking in. He gets even more desperate when you don’t look amused, and jerks more violently, to the point of whining in pain from manhandling his poor penis.

Meanwhile you walk around him, gun trained on him at all times in case he tries something funny, but eyes settling on an ass so fat and perfectly round, it almost looked feminine in how bubble butty it was, you think you know how to make him harder. You walk up right behind him, and push your crotch onto his ass crack, neatly setting your own growing tent between his tight buns while he beats his meat. He freezes at the touch stopping his desperate ministration, and you quickly put him back on track when your gun’s barrel touches his back.

“Keep going” You mutter an order, and his cock immediately stands to attention, the combination of fear and submission rushing blood straight down to his cock.

“W-why are you doing this?” he stutters, finally finding his voice to speak up, fear still lacing it. He sounded young, around your age, maybe a bit younger, with a gentle, soft spoken voice not expected from someone of his stature and physique.

“Because this is my property wolfy, and you’re trespassing on it, remember?” Your low muttering makes his entire body shiver so hard it even vibrates your dick “So I get to do whatever I want, got it?” It takes a second, but he hesitantly nods, his arm pumping already up and down, resuming his masturbation.

You lean onto his wide muscular back, his fur is shockingly soft and velvety to the touch for how rugged he looks, feeling the heat emanating from both his embarrassment, and horniness. You set your head right between his shoulder blades, under his neck, you could almost fall asleep on top of his warm soft muscles, a sniff of his smelly hormone filled wolf scent makes him shiver again.

He’s so tall, yet feels so small under your ministrations.

Letting one of your hands go from your shotty, you grasp his ass firmly, feeling the soft yet firm flesh underneath, kneading it, fingers clenching his cheek like you wanted to take a chunk out of it, extracting a muffled moan out of him. You drag it outward, onto his waist, then his abs, tracing the lines that make up his definition, going upward slowly until you grasp his left pec. Firm, but soft, like the rest of his finely built body, muscles of a working man, not from workout, perfect example of masculinity, yet his pecs are so large they’re almost feminine, your entire hand can’t fully grasp it, and it spills between your fingers. Squeezing it yields another moan, louder this time, unable to hold himself back, he pants like a dog in heat, white breaths puffing out of his jaw, until he cums again with another howl, a new stream of thin sperm firing out of him, already forming a puddle at the base of the tree.

“Don’t stop” you warn him before he can even think of stopping his masturbation.

“Y-yes” he stutters, but does not hesitate, restarting the process, jerking his soft dick until it hardens. You help him again, taking your hand off his pec, and dragging it all the way down back to his ass, spanking hard. He buckles, his hips thrusting backwards, grinding your tent, his dick twitches to life, you spank him again, and again, his ass getting redder while he whines pitifully.

The sight of this monster of a wolf turning into putty in your hands makes your dick grow harder beneath your paints, painfully so, and you decide to give him a treat for being a good boy and following your orders so dutifully. Dropping your pants, you place your meat between his asscheeks, he flinches but doesn’t stop, he knows what’s coming now, and he’s trembling in anticipation.

You just stand there, leaning against his back, your growing and hardening dick between his buns while he keeps masturbating, soon he starts grinding on you unprompted, moving his ass up and down, turning your cock from rock solid to pure diamond. With one hand still holding a gun, the other grabs his waist, and you shove the dick you’ve been negligent of all this time inside his ass in one go. The wolf arches his back, tongue lolling out, a mixture of whorish groan and wolfish howling leaving his mouth, and more jizz leaving his cock like a hose, the penetration enough to push out more of his pathetic watery cum out, his asshole clenching your cock so hard you almost blow your own load.

He almost stops jerking, but he manages to keep going on his own, his cock not even going limp this time, still standing proudly like a pillar of virility that it should’ve been, ironically thanks to your own fat cock firmly lodged in his ass, pushing against his prostate, squeezed by his strong muscles twitching around it.

“Good boy” you mutter to him, his tail wags between your bodies.

Soon you’re plapping his fat muscular ass while he jacked off once more. You’ve had sex with women before, humans and anthro, they all felt great, but this guy right here was easily the best hole of them all. So warm and tight, its insides embraced your cock in all the right ways to bring you maximum pleasure.

At this point he has orgasmed multiple times, but is still shooting like he has an unlimited reserve. So big and strong, handsome, perfectly shaped muscles, immaculate genetics and seemingly endless cum reserves, a true prime breeding stud, this wolf was built to impregnate bitches one after the other like a factory’s assembly line.

Yet here is is, moaning like a bitch in heat, his other hand pinching his fat pec’s nipple while you sawed his ass slowly but firmly, you could tell it was equally pleasing as it was agonizing to him with the way he moaned and whined and panted. The way he pushed back to meet your thrusts, he wanted you to fuck him senseless, any reservations he had about this entire situation gone, only sex filled his thoughts, he needed you to rape him raw, flatten his ass, punish his asshole, violate his dignity until his fat bubble butt turned red.

But he had to learn you were fucking him on your terms, not his, so you grasp him in place, and keep fucking him slowly and gently. Your free arm snakes around his torso, holding him close to you, while you lean your face back onto his shoulders. You didn’t go faster, you didn’t go harder, you went at your pace, and the shudders you felt coming from him every time you slowly pulled your dick, grinding his entrance until only your cockhead remained inside him, before slowly pushing it back inside until it pressed his prostate told you he was loving it

You feel it coming, you held back as much as you could, but his ass is just milking you too good to resist anymore. How do wolves do it? Biting is part of it right? You bite his big shoulder, right on his meaty traps. The reaction is immediate, his ass clenches your cock so hard it almost rips it off, and a long loud moan of a howl echoes through the night as you two finish at the same time. You blow your load inside his ass, dick twitching as you pumped it full of your cum, after pulling out some stray shots land on his bubble butt, his twitching gaping asshole letting some of your thick load drip before clenching close, while he finishes watering the base of the tree he’s been leaning on this whole time.

You’re both left breathing heavily, you stumble backwards and pull your pants back up. The wolf’s knees buckle under his weight, and he hugs the tree to keep himself from falling, taking big gulps of air to calm his raging beating heart. You give him time to pull himself together, taking a breather to calm down yourself.

“Now scram” You say, after you believe it has been enough time to rest. He looks back surprised, maybe he thought after all this you would invite him into your home? But you said what you said, and repeat yourself “Go” He hesitated to leave for a moment, before finally grabbing his clothes and bolting into the darkness.

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The next day you were in the kitchen, having a hearty breakfast to replenish all the energy you spent after raping that trespassing wolf. You were wondering if maybe you fucked up by letting him go instead inviting him home or shooting him dead, when he can just report you to authorities and have you jailed for god knows how long, when you hear knocking on your front door.

Your eyes narrow, you were just musing about the cops showing up and this happens. You grab your shotty and walk over to the windows, pulling the curtains aside to see if it were the police. To your surprise, it was the wolf from last night, now properly clothed, in a flannel shirt, jeans and boots. Setting the gun down, you open the door to meet him.

“What is it?” You ask, genuinely curious over why the wolf you raped the night before is now in your front porch and not ratting you out. He looked down in embarrassment, fidgeting in place, refusing to meet you eye to eye

“I… a-are you looking for a farmhand?” he asks shyly, but expectantly, holding his hands together and twiddling his thumbs. And eyebrow is raised in response, but-

“No, I got enough farmhands helping me out” the response hits him like a truck.

“O-oh” he shrinks dejectedly, ears falling to the sides of his head.

“But I need a guard to keep pesky wild predators from endangering my farm animals” You continue, and you can see hope shine in his eyes “And a big strong wolf like you could surely fill the spot, right?” you wink at him.

He beams on the spot, standing straight with a big and bright smile on his face, tail wagging uncontrollably.