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Meeting in the park
Poppa Wolf:
I was prowling the park at night. I knew my cub was out here somewhere. I had sent him into the night from time to time to wander the park and talk to men. He even had the chance to bring a man or two home; but he never took the opportunities. I smiled to myself thinking tonight was going to be different.
I had found some of my old everyday clothes. Stuff that was not me anymore, and my cub had never seen me in or would even think of me in. A ball cap instead of my fedora and he would not recognize me until I was ready for him to.
I prowled the night. I did not proposition anyone but received a fair number of offers to go into the trees or around behind of one of the small hills. I politely kissed them on the lips and said, "no thank you". And walked away.
I rounded a corner in the path, my head was down and I bumped into my cub. He brushed by me. He polite said over his shoulder "Excuse me" not noticing who had bumped into him. I grunted a none comital reply. I was around the corner before anything else happened. My heart beat faster, I didn't have to play this game but I wanted to. I was hard just thinking what I wanted to do to my cub, but I was waiting teasing myself with him.
I turned around and walked back the way I had come and my cub had gone. Slowly I caught up behind him. Walking in the open, keeping him in sight, but most of the time just barely. He walked around the park. Head down passing everyone by.
I could tell by his demeanor that he didn't want to be here. That he was only staying out for me. Again, I hoped to change that. I followed him as he passed by couples ignoring them and knowing he wanted to be back with me. It almost broke my heart to see him like this. I followed. I watched him. Waited for the right moment to pounce.
He walked. I will admit I became jealous when a large handsome man started to trail my cub between us. At one point, he even caught up with my cub as he stopped to catch his breath and take a drink. The man approached him. I heard the mummer of voices. Then I heard my cub raise his voice and say very succinctly, "I said Thank YOU, but no Thank YOU." and walked on. There was a moment when the man hesitated like he was going after my cub. My Wolf rose again in me to protect my cub. But something in the man changed his mind and he passed by going in the opposite direction – the need and desire that was present in his stance and walk told me he was off to find easier prey.
cub:
Poppa Wolf had me out prowling the night, again! I never understood this exercise. But he said and I did. As our time together grew I realized my place was under him. The only man I would ever want was Poppa. He had said once that he hoped that I would reach a point where if we were stuck on a cliff together over unknown waters, he would grab my hand, look into my eyes and would say "Trust me it will be fine! JUMP1" And I would step off with him in complete trust.
I never thought I would get to that point. He had asked a lot of me over the past year or so. Things I doubted I would ever do, let alone succeed at them. I had grown in so many ways, and discovered how complex of a person I am.
As I walked I thought. I was always doing that when away from Poppa Wolf!! I thought of him, of what he is teaching me and who I am becoming with his guidance. I was happy, I'm not sure why, I mean Poppa controlled every aspect of my life now. I gave him everything I have. In return he gives me everything I need.
I thought about the past year or so – he has made every major decision in my life over that year. Where I worked, where I slept, what I ate. "Hell", I thought, "The last time we were in a restaurant he never even asked he just ordered for the both of us." I thought about that for a second – part of me, the part that was still me from the little over 20 years of life before Poppa raged against this kind of treatment. But the majority of my soul thought this is how I was meant to be – OWNED and not just by anyone – but by Poppa WOLF!
As I walked around a corner I bumped into another man... for some reason I thought I knew him, I could not see his face -covered by a ball cap. The clothes smelled of detergent so I could not smell the person to help identify them. I walked on, and called over my shoulder "Excuse me" and walked on. A few moments later I get the feeling someone is watching me and I am being followed.
I keep walking with this feeling nagging me in the back of my head as I walk – Poppa Wolf still the subject of my thoughts. I was back to a central question "WHY?!?" Why did Poppa do the things he did to me. He tried to explain when we first me that a "Dominant will always understand the submissive; but the submissive will never understand the Dominant." So far this was turning out to be true.
Yes, I know we loved each other. That I understood. But the way he controlled me, took on all the responsibility, made sure I was O.K. always before he was. He acted like I Daddy on TV. Caring, selfless, always fixing my problems – but it was more. There was the sex and there was the PLAY! Being bound to bed, cross or ceiling truly giving up all control and having total trust in Poppa...
It hit me then – I had reached that point – Poppa would say "JUMP!" and Hand in hand we would jump. The realization hit me like a 2-by-4. In that moment, the man I thought was following me, a nice big fellow approached me.
He propositions me for a tryst in the one of the small wooded area I think. I was not paying much attention to what he says. I blindly just say "no thank you" quietly. I didn't want my thoughts interrupted. He pushed me to go. It has been the first time since meeting Poppa that a man tried to seriously bed me.
I looked him square in the eye and loudly said "I said Thank YOU, but no Thank YOU." And walked away. I felt eyes on me as I walked away. I thought he would follow but I heard him stomp off in the other direction looking for someone to bed.
I still felt eyes on me. I felt like I was being stalked. But each time I randomly looked behind me there was no one there, or someone stranger(s) walking away that passed me earlier. I am nervous; but I know how to handle myself – Poppa made sure I could!
So, I left the walkway and went up into a small stand of trees to see if I could see who was following me.
I reach the small stand of trees and turned around – I saw the ball cap, I saw smelled the detergent, then I say the eyes familiar but predatory. His mouth locked onto my – his tongue tried to invade my mouth – I fought back.
I half pushes and halve punched his chest with both fists. He grunted in pain and I ran. With the punch, I gave him I doubted he would be following me. I got to a small cliff in one of the hills in the park and turned to look back.
He was right there behind me – "Gawd!" I thought "Poppa will be so disappointed I let myself get trapped!" My hands went up as he pressed himself against me.
I hear his gruff voice say, `Bump into me cub", I tried to punch his face, but all I hit was his hat which flew away. I was deep into Fight/Fight mode – with a lot more Fight then flight – if this man is going to rape me he would pay for it.
The moon light caught his face – I stopped dead away, and slid down the small cliff till I was sitting. I looked up and with that Dark Grin on his face and mischievous glint in his eyes. I sat there looking up at him. I was stunned I was not sure what to do. My adrenaline was pumping and the fight or flight response was running hard though my system.
Poppa Wolf:
I stood over my cub. I was grinning. But the look on his face made my grin fade. This was not going how I thought it would. I squatted down over his hips. I looked him in the eye. Something was not quite right – the look in his eyes almost like he was panicked!
Finally looking up into my face he reacted – and no like I thought... he fought – punched me in the face and with tears streaming in his wake he jumped up and ran. It hit me harder than his fist had. Something was very wrong here! I know because I felt my check and eye swelling up.
Ignoring the pain in face, and with my eye swelling not quiet shut I took off after him. He was running blind now through the park panicked. And it was all my fault. I ran faster than he did. He was trying to get away from what I don't know. But I was running after my life – if he left me I would die of heart break. I ran for my life, because I was.
He ran into one of the large dense crops of trees. He was not looking forward – more like looking back for his pursuer. The side if his head hit a branch and he went down hard. As I reached him he was still dazed. I knelt down and cradled his head in my lap. He was breathing hard, his eye not quite focused and I rocked him. And murmured to him as I rocked him. Holding him. Lost in my own grief and pain at what I did to my cub.
Tears streaked down my cheeks and landed on his face. I was lost! I was for the first time not sure what to do. I was always in control, I always knew how to solve the problem... For the first time in my 40+ years of life I was at a loss. I was paralyzed! Just holding and rocking my cub.
Then I heard him "Poppa?!?! What happened? Why are you crying, why is your cheek all swollen and you have a black eye?!?!? His confusion was evident, but I could not stop cradling him in my arms. The tears were slowing down.
Finally, his hand came up to my face and cupped the uninjured side. I knew there was a hollow look in my eyes – my brain was still trying to process what I had done to my cub – this shook me down to core – I had injured by CUB... The rage at myself tore through my being – body, mind and soul – they all screamed "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE – YOU HURT YOUR CUB!"
Then his voice hit me again – the love and concern for me cut through the haze of self-recrimination. I heard "Poppa please come back to me!" I finally looked at him, seeing him again for the first time – and it was like we had meet for the first time again – "Love at first site!" our friends had said. It was that all over again – his love filled the hole of sorrow in me.
"CUB!" was all I could say.
He slipped out from between my squatting legs. And this is why I loved my cub so much – He knew he had to take charge of me. He was not sure why – but the roles had changed – at least for the moment. He engulfed me in his arms rocking me more gently then I had him. And then I heard him saying softly over and over "MY POPPA!!!" Holding me rocking me, bringing me back to this plane of existence – not the hell I was sending my soul to for hurting my cub.
My tears flowed as he held me – this certainly was not what I had planned. For once I gave up control to my cub. I had never reached this point with another person – I was always the rock, I was always in control, I always solved the problems not cause them! And he held me for how long I didn't know.
When sobs started to subside, my cub still in control got me back to our house. This was all a haze to me. I could not get over the fact – I had hurt my cub – how badly I had yet to determine, but I could not worry about that – I had to get past the fact that I had HURT MY CUB!!!
He guided me to our bedroom. He stripped me of my clothes, then himself and into a hot shower. All the while my mind kept trying to deal with the fact I HAD HARMED MY CUB! The shower was big enough to hold 4 people comfortable. With seats around the sides. He sat me down near the shower massage head and sprayed water in my face. I spurted and coughed as some when down my throat. I was not there!
He moved the direction of water and kneeled down in front of me "Please POPPA come back to me". I looked at him blankly. He grabbed my face in both hands. Being careful with the bruised side and kissed me hard and passionately. Forcing his tongue between my lips. Finally, I responded some. I touched my tongue to his. Our tongues played with each other like to puppies. When he broke the kiss, and looked into my eyes.
Finally, I said "Cub?!?!" and broke down. I fell to the floor of the shower. Sobbing and heaving in a fetal position. Moaning over and over again to him as much as myself "I'm so sorry cub"
I was even more surprised when he laid down next to me and surrounded me with himself. He held me and soothed me. Again, time meant nothing to me. I cried at what I had done to him; he held and soothed my pain
cub:
I was not sure what had happened it was kind of a blur to me – first I thought I was going to be raped, but my would-be rapist was my Poppa! When I had come to and seen my POPPA there in pain and anguish I knew something had happened. My head ached and I could see the low branch over my head – O.K. I bumped my head right.
Then I realized that tears were hitting my face – Poppa was crying??? MY POPPA WOLF WAS CRYING! I have never seen him like this. Resolve filled me – no matter what had happened MY POPPA NEEDED ME. And in a way, I had never expected – he needed me to take control. To my surprise he let me.
I held him in my arms letting him cry, holding him, comforting him, mumming sweet things into his ear. Telling him it would be O.K. I would take care of everything. It was strange to hear myself saying these things – after so many times I had cried into him. For me to be the strong one -actually felt rather good to me.
I didn't know what he was thinking, until he said that one work "CUB"! I knew he was in really bad shape! Just buy the way the words came out. I held him. Simply comforting him and repeating "My Poppa" over and over again till his sobs started to subside.
Now Poppa's training and teachings kicked in. I had a problem. I needed the solution, and that solution was my Poppa back! Right HOME then. It was very surreal to me I was leading my Poppa like he was just an automaton. He moved when I moved or I moved him. I headed towards the closets exit from the park to our home.
It was a nightmare for me getting Poppa home and into our bedroom.
I stripped him then myself and got him into the shower. I turned the water on – hot liked he likes it. I used the shower massage attached by a hose to the spigot.
I sprayed the hot water into his face. He choked and sputter on some of the water. I put the shower massage back on its hook and knelt down to look him in the face. I pleaded to him "Please POPPA come back to me!"
I kissed him, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Finally, he responded with his tongue. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. There was a glimmer of recognition there for a moment.
Then he wailed out at the top of his lungs in recognition and hurt and pain "CUB?!?" He then collapsed to the floor of the shower into a fetal position, sobbing, saying over and over to me "I'm so sorry cub"
I laid down around him and held and soothed him. Again, the image of me being where he was and he being where I was over and over again. Resolved filled me -If Poppa could do this for me when I broke down I could do the same for him.
The water sprayed down on use, I held him, soothed him, calmed him down with comforting words in his ear. Again, time meant nothing to us. When the water started turning cold I moved. And tuned it off.
When I turned back to him he was looking up at me. Really looking at me. And said one final time to me "I'm so sorry cub!!!" He almost started crying again – his body wracked with sobs for a moment then subsided again.
I reached down took his hand and pulled him up. It took a moment for him to realize what I was trying to do and to help himself get up. He was still rather pliable. Not totally there – but he was coming back. I so wanted to grill him on the hazy happenings of the evening. But after thinking about I knew he would tell me when he was ready.
I dried him off and got him into bed. I positioned us with me on my back and his head on my chest. He pressed his ear to my chest. I knew he was listening to my heart beat – he had told me in the beginning that listening to my heart beat always soothed and comforted him.
Poppa Wolf:
I was not sure how long I lay listening to my cub's heartbeat. I did realize that when I started to know this universe again the windows were bright behind heavy blinds. I moved my head to look up into my cub's face.
I got a chance to see him in deep sleep for a moment, I could and did watch him for hours on end as he slept. I'm not sure if it was movement or that I started feeling guilty again about hurting my cub that woke him.
His eye fluttered a couple of times before he fully opened them. When they did open, and they looked in my eyes, his whole face lit up. My guilt lessened some when I saw his face light up. Then I saw it change to mixture of confusion and hurt. It was like a punch to my stomach with white hot steel. I knew what I had to do. I had to tell my cub what I did and how I FAILED HIM. It was the first time I had to have this kind of conversation. I have made mistakes and I try to admit them and correct them. BUT, this a down right failure, hurting my cub – both mentally and physically – I was not sure of myself anymore...
But I had to talk about what had happened and I had to do NOW it would only get harder for me and keep him in pain about this. I took a deep breath – and put my head back on his chest. His hand played through my Hair – like I had done to him so many times before.
I couldn't look at him, my guilt was to great. I asked a question first "What is the last thing you remember clearly?"
He thought for a second then tentatively said "I remember that big man who approached me and turned him down... Then the baseball cap... I ran and thought..." He gasped "I thought I was going to get..." He choked up. I became the protective and good Poppa. I held him around his waist giving him back some of the strength I had taken from him.
I said quietly "Raped..." He finally got himself under control. I'll never be sure if he ever heard me – but he never had to say the word to me.
I steeled myself for what I had to say next. I left the comfort of his heart beat and straddled over his hips. I pressed my hands against his shoulders. There was a scared look on his face... some of what happened was seeping back to his conscience. I said, "Look at me". I waited for his eyes to reach mine.
When they did I said very forcefully making sure he understood all I was going to say to him. "First! I AM VERY PROWD OF YOU!" I paused to watch his face go from fear to curiosity. Good' I thought he still trusts me some!'
I continued very deliberately "You did exactly what you were taught to do! You thought you were being attacked and you fought back" I watched as his eyes go to my bruised cheek and halve closed eye. Now panic set in to eyes. He tried to struggle and get away. He cried over and over again "NO! NO! NO!" It hurt me for hold him down.
My heart broke because this was all my fault; THIS WAS MY FAULT.
At some point he stopped struggling, I had gone back to my self-imposed hell. My hands dropped from his shoulder. My face went blank...
The next thing I knew I was being shaken and the fear in my cub's voice broke thought as I heard him say `NO NO NO Poppa Please NO come back to me". He stopped shaking me for a second. I shook my own head just before he was going to shake me again.
We looked back into each other's eyes right before I feel into him and he moved up to grab me. We held each other gaining strength from just holding and being with each other. The sun moved we didn't. Finally, we broke the embrace.
I looked down again. "You didn't know that it was me and you acted like you should have. You defended yourself – I made the mistake -this is all my fault." I could not help letting the guilt I felt for letting my cub down fill my voice. Running through my mind was the thought this is it – he will never trust me again.
I felt his hands on my cheeks. Lifting my face till I had to look into his eyes. There was no recrimination there only love and concern – then resolve. "This is not all your fault Poppa." He laughed like I do when I confuse him. Smiling light heartedly he said "OOHH So that is how I look most of the time." We both laughed at that.
"No Poppa this is not all your fault. I never told that before I met you; I was attacked and almost raped by a couple of men. That scare on my left leg." I looked down at his leg, I knew which one he was talking about – it wouldn't be visible from how we sat. While mu attention was taken for a second he continued "when you attacked me I went back to that moment."
I shook my head – he was back to being my cub – I was back to being his Poppa Wolf! But, there was something different now. He still wanted to submit to me, I still wanted to Dominate him, but there was an added dynamic going on here I was not sure of.
I said, "I NEED you cub!"
cub:
I woke to Poppa looking at me. First delight as always when I see him. But then it changed. There was confusion about the night before and he moved to straddle me. Then braced my shoulder against the headboard. Then his words flowed over me and the haze lifted from the night before. I remembered hitting Poppa in the face as hard as I could and lost it.
I started to fight. I had to get out of here – how could I have hit him... HOW. As I struggled against him and held me for a moment. When his hands left my shoulders startled me. When I finally got some control of myself back. I looked into his eyes he was leaving me again "NO!" I screamed and started to shake him and screamed into his face `NO NO NO Poppa Please NO come back to me". I stopped a second to see if I had any effect. I was about to shack him harder when he shook his head. I reached for him as he fell into my arms. The sun moved but we didn't.
He looked down at me – the pain and resolve evident in his face. Before I could say anything, he continued how this was all his fault – I flashed back like I did the night before when Poppa "attacked me". A long-forgotten memory came back to me as he talked – That night some 4 or 5 years ago when two men followed me from the exit of gay bar and attacked me while I was alone.
When the memory faded and was replaced by the hurt and guilty face of my Poppa. I understood – this was not all his fault and I couldn't let him continue to think it was and believe the blame all laid on him.
I reached up and grasped his face. Being cautious of his injured side. And said, "This is not all your fault Poppa." The look was priceless on his face. I thought I heard Poppa laughing that laugh he used when he confused me. Then I realized I was the one who was laughing. Then explained what was so funny and we both laughed.
I was his cub again – he was my Poppa again.
He quietly but forcibly said "I NEED YOU CUB!"
I responded, "I NEED YOU TO POPPA."
He then looked down sheepishly at me; "No cub" he said intensely, "I need you inside me!"
I sputtered and stammered "W W W What????" Did Poppa just asked what I think he just asked??? Did he just ask me to FUCK HIM" My mind spun! After all that happened in the past what 12 or 14 hours???
His gaze was steady on me till my sight cleared he pushed "I am a gay man after all. And it isn't like I don't enjoy getting fucked. It is just..." he faltered for a moment. I let my hands slide to his hips and squeezed them. It encouraged him to continue "... after the night we just had..." he took a deep breath "... I need you in me for the first time!"
It isn't like the thought of pleasing Poppa his way had not occurred to me. I even fantasied about it on a number of occasions but... My body gave me away as usually I felt my cock twitch – I then realized we were both naked, Poppa was straddling my hips and my cock was hardening against the crack of his ass.
I looked down and saw his cock hardening just a moment behind mine – In fact seeing him get hard like that got my full attention.
I looked up into his eyes and said what I wanted to say to him the night before. "If we were stuck on a cliff and you said to jump; we will be O.K. I would grasp your hand and jump without hesitation!"
His face lite up and he reached for the lube on the night stand.
Poppa Wolf:
I knew my face lit up when he said "If we were stuck on a cliff and you said to jump; we will be O.K. I would grasp your hand and jump without hesitation!". I reached for the lube.
There was a little trepidation here. It had been a long time since I had another person inside of me with anything more than a lubed finger. But this was beyond need. This was to heal both me and him. Besides if I didn't finally get a cock in me! AND not just any cock – my cubs cock I was going to wither away to nothing.
I thought all that as I lubed up my cub's magnificent cock and my HOLE. I wanted him inside me – but this first time, of which I hoped many more would followed, I was going to need to tcontrol – I am after all the Poppa here.
Once we were all slick I help his cock to my entrance. I looked into his eyes. He held my gaze. I was not going to make this easy on myself. A moment went by. Then to both of our surprise I impaled myself onto him. I cried out in pain and pleasure as I did. The look of amazement on his face was beautiful – on moment his cock was cooling in the air. The next he was engulfed my me. My muscles all along his shaft spasmed.
I cringed at the pain. His eyes when glassy at the sensation! I forced him even deeper into me causing the spasms to continue. His eyes were still glazed over at the sensation. I had to get the pain under control before he came back.
I breathed deeply and had myself under control a halve a moment before his eyes could focus on me. His breathe were ragged and coming in gasps. I slide up till I felt his mushroom head just inside and slammed back down. We both moaned in want and need – the only difference between now and the hundreds of other times it was my need for him to cum in me instead of my need to cum in him.
I set a slow stead pace. Making sure with every thrust down I hit that lovely confluence of nerve bundles in my body with the tip and head of his cock – It had the same effect on him that it did me – shot us both into orbit.
I felt him reach between us. He grabbed my cock wanting to get me off. I stopped with him deeply in me. I said tenderly "No. Please let me do this. I'm still the Poppa I need to control this time. And I hope you will be pleasantly surprised."
He nodded and moved his hands to play with my chest and nipples. He was too far gone from the sensation and need that he followed what I told him. I started slowly again. Sliding all the way up and back down. He was having a grand time as each time he played with a nipple it sent a shock through my body causing me to moan.
The pace was speeding up now. His thrusts into me started to match my faster pace. The room was full of the sounds of two people wanting to please each fully. The smell of the sex and sweat filled the room.
Our pace quickened.
Then to my surprise I heart my cub ask, "Poppa may I cum" My cock swelled closer to orgasm.
I moaned "Please cub not yet." It was not a command it was plea for him to hold off I was close.
We quickened the pace again – He asked again "Poppa PLEASE may I cum!?!"
Again, I answered, "Please cub not yet!" He heard the need and desire in my voice.
Then to my surprise he changed from a question to a command – "Poppa; CUM FOR ME" I lost it. I cried out incoherently like an WOLF howling in triumph as the first spurt of my orgasm splashed across my cub's face and the headboard.
As that first spurt of my cum touched his lips he cried out "POPPA!" and I felt his cock quiver inside of me – filling me with his hot seed. Marking me on the inside like I had done to him so many times before.
My universe collapsed into my orgasm and my cub's each feeding off the other. It was like our souls had touched, intertwined, and pulled apart in the span of an orgasm that lasted for an eternity to us.
When our universe expanded beyond the two of us. To include the room and nothing else outside I collapsed back onto his chest. Making sure I kept him inside me for as long as I could. I lay there on top of my cub. Both us trying to catch our breath as the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasm I have ever had took me over. I sensed it was the same for my cub.
I could have sworn the sun moved again and we didn't. My legs were starting to cramp up and I could tell my cub needed to get the circulation back into his legs.
Reluctantly I pushed up with my legs and clutching with my anus I slowly let my cub slip from my body. He moaned and shook, and just before the tip of his cock left me there was one more intense spurt of cum in me. We both moaned.
I leaned over and fell to the bed on my back. The moment my body hit the bed my cub intertwined around my body. He said one word and my heart started healing from my mistake.
Before we both passed into unconsciousness he held me tight enough I though he was going to break a rib and said:
"MINE!"