Young Pup
"Now get off the ground so I can hit you again!" "Yes Sir,..." Came the feeble reply. Once again the great beast reached out and struck the young pup across the muzzle, knocking him to the ground. He lay there, face down, his body quivering from the strain of holding back his whimpers. "If you EVER nip me again pup, this will seem like a walk through the forest when Im through with you!" There came no reply from the balled up mound of fur on the ground at the Wolf Lord's feet. A quick kick inspired the proper response. "Yes Sir... I'm sorry Sir." "Good. Now get up." Slowly, the young pup tried to rise. But a mixture of his movements jerky. "I said NOW!" The Wolf Lord reached down with one of his paws, digging hiw claws into the scruff of the pup's neck, and lifted him abruptly to his feet. The pup stood before the Wolf, head bowed, gazing up only slightly. The Wolf surveyed him. He was a young pup indeed, barely 2 months old. But behind his piercing blue eyes there was the unmistakable look of courage, admiration, and respect. It took quite a bit of courage to approach the Wolf Lord while so young. Many of the standard aged wolves ended up badly wounded or even killed in the encounter. And yet, here was this young pup willing to face the jaws of death years before he would be required to do so. For a brief moment, the Wolf Lord was caught up in the sight of him. The soft glow of the pup's fur along with the increasingly large sheath between his legs inspired a new lust. "Follow." Came the command. The Wold Lord walked off, not bothering to wait ot see if the young pup would respond, knowing that he would. The Wolf Lord walked towards the cave where the rest of the pack hurriedly looked busy at his approach, the young pup following a few feet behind. When he had reached the center of the group, the Wolf Lord stopped. "Stand here," He pointed to the ground at his feet. The pup moved foward to take the place as indicated. "On all fours." Down went the pup, awaiting his next command. The Wolf Lord mved around the pup until he was standing directly in front of him. "Look at me." The pup raised his head until his eyes met those of the Wolf Lord's. "You will not move, you will not speak." The final commands were given. The Wolf Lord glanced away from the pup's eyes, momentarily breaking the hypnotic hold. He motioned to the others in the pack, and then locked his eyes back on those of the submissive pup's. The pup's ears twithced briefly as he a heard a commotion behind him. He could not see, but he knew the others were closing in on him. Suddenly, he felt sharp teeth bite into