#aftercare

You have lived your submissive dream

You have experienced your wanton desires

You have gone beyond imagination

You have shivered, trembled and dripped for me

You have known pain and pleasure at my hand

You have been teased, again and again and again

You have been denied over and over

You have thanked me for it

You have been broken

You have been rebuilt stronger

You are my good boy

Aftercare

Every tear should serve its purpose. Don’t ever wipe the reason away.

If your reason is pain, I will soothe it.

If your reason is overwhelm, I will be your rock.

If your reason is joy, I will celebrate with you.

I am here for you, every step of the way.

prissyprince:

ok but imagine giving a dom excellent aftercare after they’ve just done a scene that’s exhausted them more than they wanted “it’s gonna be ok” as i kiss their forehead and lay their head on my chest once we’ve gotten comfortable in bed. running my hands through their hair, making sure they drink water, reassuring them that everything went smoothly and i enjoyed the scene and that i’ll be here if they need absolutely anything.

oneoftheanimals:

Uhm aftercare is just as important for the Domme as it is the sub. I need to know I didn’t cause real harm. I need to know that I am still your safe place. You should feel fulfilled and comfortable not scared and broken down. It’s my responsibility to be positive that happens.

This.

prissyprince:

ok but imagine giving a dom excellent aftercare after they’ve just done a scene that’s exhausted them more than they wanted “it’s gonna be ok” as i kiss their forehead and lay their head on my chest once we’ve gotten comfortable in bed. running my hands through their hair, making sure they drink water, reassuring them that everything went smoothly and i enjoyed the scene and that i’ll be here if they need absolutely anything.

pretty-princelet:

Love giving my dom aftercare.

Snuggling into their chest and giving them reassurances that I loved everything they did to me.

Pressing soft little kisses to their shoulders and back when they sit up to go get something.

Letting them inspect my body and the marks they left on it earlier, before pulling them into my arms for cuddles.

Washing them in the shower with soft touches and gentle hands, giggling and kissing every so often.

Making and eating food together while talking through the scene.

Its just so sweet and nice.

This story was commissioned by Badwolfpuppy

PART ONE

The alarm clock’s buzzing shattered the early morning silence as it rang across the bedroom. From under the covers, Wolf could hear his husband stir as he rolled over to silence the phone. As Wolf came back to the waking world he was met with a dull ache of a body that was still in the process of recovering. Once Wolf recognized the sensation, he conceded the fact that it was going to be impossible to go back to sleep. Still, underneath the covers, he stretched and let out a groggy groan.

“Sounds like someone’s awake,” Echo said teasingly as he sat up and got out of the bed.

Wolf only answered with an unintelligible curse. ‘Somehow without a job,’ Wolf thought, ‘Mondays still hit hard’ as he curled up tighter under the blankets.

“I have absolutely no idea why you’re in such a mood,” Echo continued to tease as he finished getting dressed before he headed downstairs to make himself a cup of morning tea.

Wolf squeezed his eyes harder with that remark. Even after a full day of rest and recovering, Wolf was still sore from Saturday, a kidnapping in broad daylight, which happened under the guise of a job interview. After that followed hours of the punishing experience of being pinned down by a very dominant Pig Dungeon Master with the mission to systematically stretch Wolf’s tail hole from nothing to finally taking a full silicone horse cock. It was only at the end when it was finally revealed that Echo signed him and supervised the whole experience. Even after the night of cuddling and a full day of relaxing on Sunday, Wolf still felt the aftermath today.

As Wolf eased his body awake from under the blankets, he heard Echo moving around below in the kitchen, no doubt getting ready for work, followed by a faint knocking at the front door. 

From within the comfort of his sheets, Wolf sent out a groping paw out for his phone on his side of the bed and began to flick through the notifications that occurred over the night. It was then that Wolf heard a sound coming from the staircase.

Wolf’s ears perked up as they identified that it was the patterns of footsteps. The sound was much faster than anything Echo usually produced and there were two of them. Wolf’s heart started to race.

At the moment Wolf threw off his covers as the door forcefully swung open. Whipping his head to the doorway he saw two ferrets standing in the doorway. They were both dressed in black, with ski masks on, and decked out with rope, handcuffs, and other obvious kidnapping gear. Even with the masks, Wolf could easily recognize that they were the same ferrets that assisted in his first kidnapping.

Wolf looked at both of them and let out a tired sigh. The ferrets on the left simply said, “You can come quietly with us now or you can -and will- drag you out.”

Taking another deep sigh, realizing what was to happen next, Wolf threw off the covers, revealing a pair of white boxers with a red heart pattern. “Alright, alright,” Wolf said as he got up, “Let me go get some pants…” As Wolf got up and made his way towards his wardrobe.

“We said now!” The ferret on the right yelled as Wolf heard the two leap onto the bed and tackle the blue wolf to the ground. Once his arms were pinned behind his back the ferret began tying his wrists with rope. 

“When we say, ‘now’ we mean now!” growled the other one as he slipped the blackout bag over Wolf’s head.

Once the rope was secured, Wolf felt one ferret pin his back down as he shouted, “Go get the stretcher!”

Wolf could hear the other ferret face out of the room and pass the front door as the ferret on his back started binding his ankles together. A few minutes later his partner returned and Wolf heard the sound of wooden poles dropping to the right of him.

The one that was pinning him down then repositioned to Wolf’s other side and rolled him over a wooden pole, flipping him on his back. Wolf heard the ferrets move around him and then with a grunt, he felt the poles brush up past his side, followed by the cloth underneath lifting him into the air.

With a bit of initial coordination and effort, the ferrets angled the stretcher and began their efforts carrying Wolf out of the bedroom.

Legs bound and arms still tied behind his back Wolf laid there as he was slowly and expertly carried down the hallway. 

There was a moment of slight anxiety when Wolf felt the stretcher pivot and then felt his body be angled downwards once they began to transport him downstairs. As the ferrets moved him down the stairs, the angle never reached the point where he ever fell off. 

Once they leveled him out after the last step, the ferrets made their way to the kitchen.

Just about what Wolf imagined was halfway through the kitchen he heard Echo speak up, “Oh hold up one minute won’t you?” in an equally nonchalant tone.

At that, the two ferrets stopped as he heard the familiar sound of his husband’s footsteps approach him. Wolf then felt his husband’s paws reach down and begin to roll up the hem of the opening, past the chin, the mouth, and stopping just over the nose.

Still blinded, Wolf feel Echo’s warm breath as he leaned over as the smell of his husband and his favorite blend of tea filled his nostrils.

In a genuine compassionate voice, Echo said, “Have fun today, I’ll see you later,” and delivered a french kiss that only Echo could give.

Feeling Echo’s warm tongue came pushing in and crawling around his maw and for a moment caused his whole body to relax. He savored the aspect of the kiss, right until Echo pulled himself away and rolled the bag back down. 

Speaking back to the ferrets, Echo cooly said, “Now hurry up you two. Your van is blocking me in.”

“Right on sir,” the ferret replied with a thoroughly professional tone as he and his partner in crime renewed their efforts moving Wolf’s across the rest of the kitchen and out the front door. 

Being carried outside Wolf was forcefully reminded that he was only wearing his boxers as a morning breeze cut through his body. Even though he could not see, Wolf still turned his head left and right as the ferrets walked down the driveway hoping against hope that none of his neighbors were watching what was happening to him. If there were anyone, he couldn’t hear them as he was set down and eased into the back of a van. 

Once secured, Wolf heard the sliding door slam shut as he felt one of the ferrets sat right next to him then a few moments later Wolf heard the second ferret open the driver’s side door and start up the van and pull out of the driveway.  Knowing where this was going, Wolf tried to build a mental map of the streets that he was being taken down, as they were moving around his neighborhood. The ferrets seem to anticipate that as they took extra care to weave through the streets, going back and forth until Wolf’s internal road map was completely scrambled.

The drive was painfully quiet and unremarkable as neither ferrets made any remarks and Wolf was too nervous to be the one who breaks the silence first.

After a while, the van finally pulled in somewhere and reached a stop. “We’re here,” said one of the ferrets as Wolf heard the side door open. Wolf was then eased out of the van to resume their journey.

From there, the ferrets carried Wolf forward past a doorway where he felt the cool breeze of air conditioning blow across his fur.

Wolf had a vague idea on which room he went in last time, which caused a bit of concern when the trip went on longer than expected and after a few turns, heard the sound of elevator doors closing around him. 

Wolf then felt his body and the stretcher make a slow descent downwards. After a chime of the elevator, the ferrets carried him down another set of hallways until they stopped and slowly lowered him down to the floor. 

“Get up,” one of them barked. 

Wolf obeyed as he heard one of the ferrets scamper in front of him, followed by the sound of the opening of metal doors. The other harshly shoved Wolf in the small of his back causing him to stumble forward. 

Once Wolf regained his balance he felt one of the ferret’s pair of hands grab his body and yank the black off of his head. Light came crashing against his eyes as they were forced to blink until they readjusted to his new surroundings. Behind him, Wolf heard the ferrets scuttling away followed by the closing of the doors and a noticeable ‘click.’

Wolf blurrily looked around at where he was and was greeted to a large blank room. The walls are composed of grey cement blocks with fluorescent light hanging overhead, beneath were hard laminated wooden floorboards. It looked like a school gymnasium but without any of the equipment or decorations. On the far side of the room was a pair of large double doors and above that was the only thing on the walls, a giant digital clock.

Although the most surprising thing was the others in the room. Rows and rows of individuals from all walks of life, solemnly standing. There were dogs, cats, fellow wolves, deers, horses, and even a few dragons scattered around. 

Wolf noticed a few things from the group. The first was that all of them were wearing the same type of outfit, a one piece jumpsuit that looked slightly ill fitting and unflattering on everyone. The Uniforms were in various shades ranging from off white to grey and even dirt brown. As Wolf looked closer he noticed that each one had a black flap and all the outfits had zippers running up the backs and held in place by a small padlock on the top of all of their necks. 

As Wolf examined the others and their uniforms he began to feel self-conscience about being among them in just his boxers.

But the most pressing thing about them was how they held themselves, they were all standing. Everyone was standing apart from each other, there were no natural groupings between the species. Except for a few who turned their heads to the sound of the opening door, everyone was silent and all were facing towards the front, with their heads held in various degrees of being cast down.

Rubbing his arms for warmth and just something to do as he followed the rest of the crowd and looked at the giant digital clock which just switched over to 7:59 am. Wolf made a double take at the clock, was it really less than an hour since he woke up next to Echo?

The next minute Wolf just stood there, awkwardly looking around the room and at the other attendees for any sort of clue on what was going to happen next. Finally, the clock clicked over to eight o’clock and a loud monotone buzzer rang and echoed throughout the gym and the lights dimmed. 

The double doors in the front swung open, Wolf had to look over the heads of the others to get a good view. From the doors emerged four figures, they marched in single file and moved to stand against the wall. Wolf craned his neck so he could make out each figure. They were all wearing black dominator gear and each one radiated confidence. 

The first standing, no towering, was a hulking rhino. A massive slab of grey glistening muscle mass that was barely held back by his outfit of the tight black leather bands, straps, bands, and a jock. Wolf could practically hear the straining of the bands against the motion of the rhino’s breathing. 

The one to the rhino’s left was a horse, tall and lean with a similar outfit but his jock was modified with the sling being wider and longer than the rhino’s. Wolf could see even through the leather, the imprint of his dick as it was pressed against the jock. Somewhere deep inside of him, Wolf hoped that the horse was already fully erect but a deeper part of him knew that it was not the case.

The next was a skunk. Wolf could tell that this dom had a body that showed that he took his looks with extreme dedication every day. Confident and lean with a coat of shiny fur that was the result of daily washing, conditioning, and grooming.  His gear was black with a white band streaking all across his gear. His face was obscured by a military grade gas mask with a dark green lens. Wolf could not see his eyes but as he turned his head to scan the room, Wolf noticed that every other uniformed member in the crowd turned their head away and some even took a nervous step back.

Lastly was the grey wolf, in the most traditional and stereotypical leather gear and boots imaginable. The grey wolf was noticeably older than the others and had the cold and calculating expression of someone who has been doing this for more than a few decades. 

The four of them stood there, scanning the crowd, as the clock continued droning on for the next minute. Once the buzzer was done the doms started barking off numbers, one by one, without any greeting or preamble.

“223.”

“567.”

“140.”

“447.” and so on and so forth, listing numbers that made sense only to them and the uniformed people in the room.

As they shout out the numbers, the uniformed members stirred and walked towards the dom who said that number and quietly formed a line in front of them.

The numbers kept being called without any rhythm or reason.
“719.”

“515.”

“430.”

“401.”

The entire process took less than two minutes but it felt much longer than that. 

The others kept marching forward. Some groaned, or let out a terrified swear under their breath as their number was called. As the last uniformed member got into place the grey wolf barked out, “You have your groups. March out!”

In an almost military practice routine, the dom turned and began leading their line of meager uniformed members through the double doors that they emerged from, leaving Wolf and his boxers completely alone in the large hall. 

Terrified of stepping out of line, Wolf unconsciously rubbed his arms as he stood there, turning his head between the still open double doors to the locked metal door that he came from, totally unsure what was going to happen next.

The digital clock clicked over to the next minute.

“Well, well, well. Look who survived ‘our little date night,’” a deep and familiar voice said from the shadows of the doors.

Turning the corner a pig stepped out of the hallway and into the light of the giant room.

The sight of black rubber on pink skin sent shivers down Wolf’s spine and his heart to skyrocket. Sauntering out of the doorway, making sure his boot steps echoed around the walls, was the dom responsible for the extreme dungeon session that he went through just a few days ago.

He was a big pig, tall and thick with both broad shoulders, muscular limbs, and a paunched gut clinging to his torso. His face was bearded and his body was covered in hard bristles. As Wolf took him all in again, he experienced flashbacks of just a few days ago of how this boar was able to overpower him by easily picking him up then bending and strapping him down onto a table. 

The hog was in the same outfit he was in last time Wolf was at his mercy, black rubber industrial boots, rubber pants, and a torso mostly covered by a shiny black apron. Wolf glanced down towards the pig’s groin and he knew that just underneath that rubber apron and pants was his equally impressively long and thick cock. The pig’s hands were covered by thick rubber black gloves that ran up to his elbows. To cap it off, oh his head was a rubber biker cap.

As the pig marched out, Wolf was reminded of the entirety of the extreme anal stretching his pig put him through. First was the kidnapping, then once back here, the pig used a shelf of incrementally bigger dildos on Wolf’s hole until he was loose enough to take the pig’s dick properly. Even after orgasming, the dom went back to work stuffing the wolf’s hole until Wolf could take the pig’s fist to the wrist, but even after that, the session continued even more until the pig could cram a full silicone horse cock into Wolf’s rear.

The pig stood in the same spot where the other doms stood while never taking his eyes off of the astonished blue wolf. The dom allowed himself a moment of silence before he merely lifted his hand, pointed at Wolf, and simply said, “You.”

Even though he saw it coming a mile away, Wolf still winced at the command. After a moment Wolf slowly pushed his legs forward to walk right in front of the rubber clad dom just in the same manner he saw the rest of the crowd do before. 

“You’re a fast learner, Good! This will make it all easier,” the pig said with a grin.

Wolf only let out a weak chuckle and immediately stopped, hoping that he would not get reprimanded for it. 

The dom stared at him for a moment more before continuing, “Bully for you, you’re going to have a pretty easy today as we bring you up to speed with our onboarding process.”

Wolf was about to open his mouth to speak before the hog interrupted with a harsh, “You’re not allowed to speak freely.”

Wolf closed his mouth tight at the remark.

“First we will have to get you properly dressed,” the dom said as he gave Wolf a quick once over. “Those boxers might be cute for your husband, but here we have a dress code, come on,” as he turned and began to walk out of the door he arrived from as Wolf fell into line.

Turning the corner, Wolf saw a hallway, lined with doors that looked exactly like the ones he was pushed into during his first encounter but much longer.  

The pig led Wolf down the corridor of closed doors he began talking, “While you are in these hallways, under this roof, you forfeit your name, your identity, your agency, The Day Spa will provide one of each for you.”

Wolf recalled the way everyone else in the room was by and responded by numbers and as Wolf listened, he could not help but notice how ‘the day spa’ was pronounced with a bit of extra weight to it.

“We will provide you with everything you need to survive and endure your stay here. We will already have your schedule at the start of every day.” The pig continued, “You will carry out all orders given to you, you will not speak unless spoken to, and you will call us by our proper names, every time.” He waited for a dramatic moment. “Oh, and my name’s Tank, I know we didn’t have time to exchange pleasantries the last time, on the account I was stretching that tight little hole of yours to new heights,” as he laughed. 

Wolf paused in his walk for a moment to reflect on that, during the entire ordeal on Saturday…Tank never said his name. Wolf was used and practically ruined by a hog that he doesn’t even know. That genuinely shocked him for a moment.

“Hurry up, pup!” Tank barked out a few steps ahead of him “We can’t dilly dally here, there’s extra punishment served to our members who are caught roaming the halls without their assigned doms, you don’t want that pup. The Sweepers can dish out things worse than anything I could do to you, that’s because they got access to tools that even I’m not allowed to use”.

With that comment, Wolf snapped out of his daze and hurried to catch up with Tank as he quickly looked over his shoulder. Tank led Wolf down another set of hallways, lined with more of the near identical doors. 

Some had windows that could be peered into and others with blacked out windows. From the brisk walk down the hallway, Wolf was able to catch glimpses of the variety of action scenes happening inside some of the occupied rooms. Each had a fully geared dom with an entire group of obedient members.

Some were set up like classrooms, with the dom standing in front of a whiteboard lettering, while others it was a group circled around the dom, watching a restraint being applied. 

Others had the doms monitoring their groups as they were applying gear to themselves.  Just for an instant, Wolf saw a room where all members were all laying down on cots, with wired VR helmets attached to their heads. For the doors that didn’t have windows, Wolf sometimes picked up the faint sounds of desperate moans and mechanical whirring.

After another set of turns, Tank led Wolf to a door with a label stating “Changing room.”Tank pushed open the door and gestured to enter. Wolf cautiously stepped past the hog and through the doorway and was greeted to a standard locker room. It was built and decorated like any other public locker room one would see at a gym, half the room was lined with lockers along walls and rows of benches perpendicular to the lockers. The other half were public showers, with no dividers or curtains separating one shower faucet from the other, with soap dispensers fixed to the tiled walls.

Looking around Wolf realized that this was a different shower room than the one he used last time with Echo. Wolf began a terrifying train of thought, contemplating the size and shape of the building that he was stuck in with the fear that he might not even be in the same building as last time.

Before Wolf could fully comprehend what that actually meant, the locker room door closed behind him as Tank pushed Wolf further inside

Tank said, “Last time we saw what you could do was an initiation, now we assimilate you.” 

Wolf turned around towards the dom just in time to instinctively catch a parcel tossed his way. Looking down at his paws he saw the same white one piece uniform that everyone else has been wearing but this was brand new and sparklingly white. 

Even though he knew what to do next, as soon as Wolf unfurled the uniform, Tank barked out the command, “Strip.”

Hearing that tone of voice again caused Wolf’s mind to stall a bit as his already excited heart went into overtime and his cock violently spasmed.

“Hurry up pup! We don’t have all day. Don’t even know why you’re so nervous, it’s not like I haven’t seen what you’re packing.” Tank said as he was fishing something from an inner pocket of his apron, then pulling out a new cigar and lighter. 

Wolf choked down a swallow before he began to pull down his boxers and step into his uniform. As he was doing so Tank cut the cigar, lit it, and started listing off the importance of the outfit.

“Your uniform is a part of you. You will only be given one copy of it. Do not lose it. There are… reprimands in place if you show up here without it.”

Wolf choked down another hard swallow as he fed his legs and arms through the uniform’s sleeves. Once inside, Wolf started the process of zipping up the back as Tank walked around to help zip up the remainder of the upper back.

As Tank pulled the rest of it, he kept talking. 

“When you are here, you will not be able to take off your uniform, you will be wearing it all day. That’s what the pretty locks your buddies were wearing are for. Do not try to break the locks or get out in any way without your assigned dom’s explicit permission. There are punishments in place if you even try.”

He finished that sentence with a metal click sound as a small weight now hung on the base of his neck.

“You are highly encouraged to clean and wash your uniform during the off nights if granted to you. At the end of each week, the staff examines the cleanliness and whiteness of each of our member’s uniforms. The winner earns truly wonderful privileges, including a day off.” 

A meaty hand came down onto Wolf’s shoulders, which spun him around to come face to face with Tank.

“And now, kneel,” commanded Tank as he pushed Wolf down.

Wolf’s knees naturally and instinctively buckled under the pressure and his hands reached down to catch some of the impacts of the fall. 

Now on his knees, Wolf had to tilt his head upwards to Tank. The rubber took a moment to savor the scene below him as smoke now billowing around his face. Once he had his fill Tank then moved on to pull and tuck his rubber apron onto the side giving Wolf a full perfect view of the groin of the rubber pants, zipper, and bulge that was pressing tight against the material. With Tank’s free hand, he moved towards the zipper, and slowly and meticulously, he pulled down the zipper slider as the sound filled Wolf’s ears.

It did not take much effort for Tank’s cock to get out of his pants, once the pants were properly unzipped, it practically flopped out by itself.  From where he was kneeling, Wolf’s view was completely taken up by the hog’s thick cock. 

Wolf marveled at the meat in front of him. Last time Wolf was only able to catch a glimpse of Tank’s cock out of the corner of his eye but now he has a proper view of it in all of its glory.  It was just as huge, thick, and long as his asshole remembered.

Tank chuckled at Wolf’s astonishment, “You just got your pretty little outfit, it would be wrong to allow you to keep that advantage for our next uniform evaluation… wouldn’t it?” He said with a grin spreading across his face.

There was a slight, near microscopic shift in the tank’s posture as he aimed the cock right above Wolf’s face.

Then a half second later, a golden stream of piss sprayed out of the cock, landing right onto Wolf’s head. Wolf winced at the initial impact and then relaxed as he closed his eyes, pursed his lips together, and lowered his head. Tank slightly moved his hip and hands and brought the steady stream down from Wolf’s scalp, right down the middle of his face. Wolf felt the hot liquid run down his scalp as the smell of the fowl phenomena scent crawled its way into his nose.

Tank then angled his cock down and aimed the stream down to the torso. He slowly went from Wolf’s head to knees, twisting his hips left to right and pausing in some areas where Wolf’s uniform was folded on itself to ensure that every crevice was thoroughly soaked. He then slowly moved his stream back up towards Wolf’s face and then arching his back backward he pulled the stream over Wolf’s head and landed on the middle of his back and ran down his spine. 

Wolf just knelt there in his spot surrounded by the pungent aroma, feeling Tank’s warm piss begin to seep into his clothes, past his blue fur, and reaching his skin.

At long last Wolf began to hear and feel the stream begin to wane. With expert timing and maneuvering, Tank pulled the stream back, Wolf’s back to over Wolf’s crown and allowing it to patter out right on Wolf’s snout. As the stream stopped, Wolf gingerly opened his eyes to see Tank in the middle of shaking his cock to let loose the last few drops. There was a moment of silence as Wolf looked down to examine his once pristine white uniform, now totally drenched and with a light yellow tinge to it.

Tank said,  “Consider that your first of many stains, pup…and oops! It looks like I spilled a few drops on my new boots. Be a good pup and clean it up for me.”

Wolf looked down and beyond the puddle that he was sitting in, just a few inches away was Tank’s black rubber shoe with three small drops on the top of the toe box. Wolf quietly and reluctantly leaned forward, put his arms out to steady himself, and then lowered his head to lick the boot of the Hog.

It took a few attempts to complete the task since some drips of piss fell off of Wolf’s muzzle but finally, it was cleaned to Tank’s satisfaction. After that, Tank walked around Wolf towards one of the wire shelves, and a moment later Wolf felt a towel land on the back of his neck as he heard the order “Go clean up”.
 

Following the command, Wolf gingerly reached up, grabbed the towel, and began the almost futile attempt of spot drying his uniform. After 10 minutes of trying his best to dry the fur underneath his uniform, Tank just stood there off to the side, puffing his cigar and enjoying the show. Once Wolf admitted defeat and resigned to the fact that he was still going to be damp and stained for the rest of the day, he got up and dropped the towel in one of the nearby hampers. 

“Looks like the sub understood the first lesson here,” Tank said as Wolf returned to his side, “now that you’re all ‘cleaned up’ let’s head out. We still have the rest of the day to get you all adjusted,” as he led Wolf back out to the hallway. 

Tank led Wolf down another series of similar hallways of similar doors until they reached an unusually brown wooden door, with a keypad lock next to it. After punching in a code, Tank opened the door to reveal the most unusual room Wolf had seen so far. 

It was an office. Fully furnished with desks, computers, lamps, telephones, and it even had the cheesy framed motivational posters up on the walls. In the far back was a calendar whiteboard that was heavily marked with lines scribbles and flyers and memos attached to the sides. The air was filled with the ambient office sounds of telephone rings, murmurs, and ever present sound of keyboards clicks. The most jarring thing was that the workers doing their paperwork at their desks, getting coffee, and mulling around were all in leather gear. Hardly anyone paid any attention to Wolf and tank as they entered and those that did nonchalantly turned back to their computers or tasks. 

The only one that continued to give any interest or attention was a middle-aged beagle in a harness, vest, and wire framed spectacles at the front desk. After giving Wolf a very quick once over then he directed his attention towards Tank and simply said, “a new member in the process of processing?”

“Yup,” Tank replied to the beagle as a long-time co-worker.

“I can tell that you…already started,” the beagle said with a slight sniff of disgust before turing back to his computer and said, “Name?”

“Wolf.” Tank answered.

“Last name?”

“Nope.”

The beagle said with a raised eyebrow before typing on his computer, “Let’s see…here we are, ah… I see. Yup, first proper day…we have all of his paperwork and permissions received and filed, he just needs a number.”

Tank as cooly replied with “#813”.

“Number 813 is… available,” the beagle said after typing on his computer, “oh yeah that was-”. Tank cut him off with a knowing ‘hmmm’.

“Number 813 it is,” the secretary said received the unsaid message, “the tags are being printed right now”

With that, the beagle got up and headed towards a printer that just began to whirr to life. After grabbing the printout the beagle made his way back to his desk and handed Tank a glossy sheet with some freshly printed text on it.

Tank took it, peeled off one of the labels, and spun Wolf around to carefully apply the label on the lock on Wolf’s uniform. Once done, Tank followed up with an “All set!” and forcefully swatted Wolf’s behind. Tank turned back to the secretary and cheerily said, “Thanks Jack, we’ll get out of your fur,” as he pushed Wolf back towards the door they came from. 

The rest of the morning was spent having Tank escort Wolf around and introduce him to all the other doms that he could find in the building. Wolf was reminded of elementary school as he was paraded around behind Tank as he knocked and entered into every occupied room he could get into. Wolf awkwardly stood there as Tank introduced the newest member, by number only, while he still reeked of piss.

Wolf was introduced to more doms than he knew were actually in his city. Most of them were in standard-issued dungeons that Wolf first experienced, with a table, some restraints, and enough toys to get the job done. Wolf then learned that they were specialized dungeons, marked on the outside with a plaque that had their name and a stylized profile of the species’ head.

The first one of these special rooms was the skunk named, ‘Mask’ Just opening the door a crack revealed what his specialty was as a wave of musk and skunk came cascading into the hallway.

As Tank opened the door the rest of the way to reveal the masked skunk dom from earlier sitting on a desk, with one of his arms reaching out behind him, pressing some poor unfortunate member’s head right underneath his bushy tail.

Peering inside revealed that this dungeon was decorated differently than the other ‘standard dungeons’, with black lights overhead and the walls lined with glowing white vertical stripes against a black background. As Wolf looked down at the floor, he noticed that it was littered with gym socks, and beneath that, it was splattered with glowing white splotches.

The skunk, which Tank referred to as, “Mr. Mask,” was living up to his name as Wolf saw that every one of Mr. Mask’s subs was tied to chairs and fitted with identical gas masks. Wolf went on to notice that in each gasmask vent, they had either a sock or a pair of underpants shoved in there.

Tank and Mr. Mask exchanged sincere pleasantries as Tank went on to ask about the status of the members that the skunk was currently working over. The conversation ended with Mr. Mask letting out a muffled purr as he set his lensed eyes on Wolf. 

Almost reading the skink’s mind, Tank spoke up, “Oh yes, he’s a good one, I’ll be sure to lend him out sometime in the future.”

Without breaking eye contact with Wolf, the Skunk flex’s his abdomen as a yellow liquid sprayed over the poor member’s exposed face as the room was filled with another dose of the putrid scent of skunk. Wolf let out a reflective gag as Tank guided him out the door, towards the next step of the ongoing tour.

As Wolf went on his unspoken tour, he picked up on a few things. First was that there was always a ferret around every other hallway or so, either idly waiting by their rolling cleaning cart or hurriedly pushing their carts towards a destination. Every ferret was dressed as either janitors or stagehands and all were equipped with radios with wires that ran up their ears.

Secondly, Wolf noted as he walked past a few rooms with bunk beds, that some of the members actually stayed here overnight and for an extended amount of time. With that realization. Wolf’s heart began to race as he walked on. Following Tank’s every turn and introduction, he was desperately remembering Echo’s conversation from earlier in the morning, trying to catch any clues that his husband signed him up for an overnight stay or not. 

The next specialized dungeon that Tank brought Wolf to had a rhino’s insignia on it. Walking inside Wolf was greeted by a decorated personal gym set, with heavyweights, exercise machines, and the walls lined with full-length mirrors. All of the members here were half conscious in this room, each laying belly side down on a modified pommel horse, with their hands and feet tied to 100 lbs dumbbells.

As Wolf scanned in the dungeon, it was impossible to avoid the rhino in the room. His huge, hulking form was currently bent over a possum. The rhino was trusting with such force, that it caused the poor member and the collective 400lbs attached to him to tilt back and forth with each thrust. The rhino dom was totally in his element here, focused on each thrust with nothing but dedication and determination. It was as if he was performing for the finals in some sort of twisted competition. The poor sub in question seemed to barely be able to endure the rush, constantly looking like he was just one more moment away from passing out. 

It took Tank a few attempts of shouting the Rhino’s name over the loud crashing of his fucking before Tank could snap Kilo out of his concentration. Once Tank got Kilko’s attention, the rhinoceros apologized and a moment later he pulled himself out of the sub he was plumbing as he checked his pulse on his neck with his free hand.

Wolf’s eyes bulged as he saw Kilo step away from the member, the cock that came out of the possum was longer and thicker than Tank’s, and watching it being pulled out of the squirming sub made the wolf experience a flashback of the horse dildo. Once it was fully removed, the sub let out an exhausted and weak cry and collapsed. 

As Kilo turned and walked towards Tank and Wolf, Wolf finally noticed that at the base of the lube slathered rhino cock was a tight cock ring. Seeing that, fear raced across Wolf’s mind as he comprehended the full extent of this dungeon’s experience. In doing so, Wolf took a half step behind Tank.

Even with the massive erection that practically bridged the distance from where the two doms stood, Kilo and Tank carried on a conversation with the same dull tone that two co-workers use when small talking about what shows or movies they watched over the weekend. They finished up their small conversation before Tank finally introduced Wolf.

 Kilo, who just looked down at the blue wolf with eyes on par with ones of a hungry predator, snorted and said in a deep voice, “I look forward to pushing you to your limits,” as he flexed both his arms and cock. 

Wolf only replied in a weak stuttering string of mumbled words as he tried to cast his eyes up towards the grey mountain of muscle in front of him. Tank just stood off to the side, enjoying the squirming before he finally pulled Wolf away and allowed Kilo to continue to work on the rest of his subs.

After that Tank brought Wolf to the last major dungeon of the trip, the elder silver wolf’s dungeon. As Tank opened the door, the Wolf heard the sound of a loud crack followed by a suppressed whimper. Moon still had a flogger in hand as Tank pushed Wolf through the door.

The silver wolf’s dungeon, simply named Moon, was more aligned with the traditional masochist and sadist dungeon layout; a dark room lit by flickering candles while all the subs were tied on to x-crosses or restrained by chains on the walls. Wolf saw bruises, marks, and even some welts forming under these members’ fur.

Like the other times, Tank and Moon talked in a cool and experienced professional tone, only breaking the conversation off for a moment so the senior wolf could deliver a few lashes again the subs, with a harsh reminder that even though he was having company over, their torment was not going to be lightened up during this interruption. After Tank’s conversation came to a natural end, Moon finally turned his attention to Wolf.

The blue wolf felt a shiver of intimidation run down his spine as the elder wolf dom gave him a stern look over as a toothy grin spread across his face as he said back to Tank, “Oh…I can tell, just by looking that you snagged a good one.”

“I know right?” Tank said as he placed his thick arm over Wolf’s shoulder and brought him forwards. “When I saw the paperwork go through, I just had to throw some of my weight around the admissions office to snag him,” he said with a chuckle.

Moon joined in on the laugh that was a bit sharper in tone than Tank’s and carried on just long enough to make Wolf start to feel uneasy.

Once that laughter died down Moon said, “I’m sure that you have plenty of places to be before lunch,” before turning to Wolf and following up with, “Don’t let me keep you…”

Another bout of chills raced down Wolf’s back at that comment as Tank led him away.

From the rest of the walking tour, Wolf’s clothes finally dried out, just in time for Tank to bring him back to the starting room which had been redecorated since early morning. Since he was gone, rows of long tables and benches were set out and the savory smell of ground beef, tomatoes, beans, onions, peppers, and spices filled the air. 

Off to the side of the serving table, ferrets in aprons and hairnets were busy scooping out ladlefuls of chilli, from a metal pot, into the members’ bowls.

Up against the opposite wall of the food line was an elevated stage, set with tables covered in a black table cloth. Sitting there were all the doms,  enjoying steaks that were grilled off to the side by a designated ferret in proper cook attire.

As Wolf looked around he saw that while most of the members were free to move around and eat, Wolf noticed that some of them were in shackles, handcuffs, and others either had gas masks or blindness fixed to their heads while some more were sitting rather uncomfortably. 

“Hurry up, pup,” Tank said as he walked past Wolf, “You’re going to need your strength for the second half of the day.” He chuckled as he walked away, towards the elevated stage.

With his orders given, Wolf hesitantly walked over to the end of the flood line, hoping that the piss from Tank’s ‘christening’ wasn’t too odorous, or at the very least undetected by those near the aroma of the cooking chilli. Soon enough Wolf was handed a wooden bowl and then shuffled over for the ferret to sloppily fill up the bowl with warm chilli as a few speckles of red sauce landed on the front of Wolf’s uniform. After that another ferret in line dropped a particularly buttery square of cornbread on top of the chilli, followed by a wooden fork. Once Wolf received all of his rations, he left the line to find a spot to sit for a bit of long-awaited rest. Roaming up and down the rows, he finally found a free spot between a skittish mouse and a hedgehog that was aggressively keeping to himself. 

Once he was settled, Wolf’s hunger got the better of him, what started out as a curious nibble of the chilli turned into forkful after forkful, followed by scooping the remainder up with the last of the bread. After he swallowed the last bit of the soaked-up cornbread, he only then started to look around the table for a napkin dispenser.

“Stupid rookie, that’s how they get you,” said the hedgehog from Wolf’s right as he was still in the process of carefully breaking apart his cornbread with his fork.

Puzzled, Wolf looked down at his hands, wet and buttery with spots of tomato sauce and grease, then beyond that was his white uniform that had a bit more spots of red than when he first sat down. Embarrassed for falling for such an obvious trick, Wolf tried his best to wipe off the most he could on the table before admitting defeat by brushing the rest off on his uniform as lightly as he could just before the mess hall was filled with the sound of a large buzzing. 

On cue, the members of every table stood up at once and began to file their way towards the front and formed a line in front of, what Wolf assumed to be, their assigned doms for that day. Making sure not to be left behind, Wolf stood up and started looking for Tank who was standing next to the rest of the doms.

“I see you ate well,” Tank said, giving an obvious look down at Wolf’s uniform.

Tank lit another cigar as the other doms began to lead their groups out, single file. 

“Well pup,” he said after taking a few puffs, “You had a walking tour of most of the palace, now it’s time to show off the most important area”

Tank waited until an expression of confusion formed over Wolf’s face before he answered, “My dungeon.”

Wolf’s stomach dropped to the floor.

Tank led Wolf out of the mess hall, down another series of hallways until Tank brought him to another specialized dungeon door, with a nameplate that had the insignia of a pig. Tank stood off to the side, gesturing to Wolf to open the door by himself. With his heartbeat increasing he put a hand on the handle, turned, and pushed it open.

A room was about the same size as the other personal dungeon rooms, but with walls lined from ceiling to floor with shiny black rubber. The floor was tiled with a shower drain in the middle. On the right wall had a hanging assortment of restraints, floggers, harnesses, and bindings and an assortment of hoods of all shapes and sizes organized in perfect order. In the center of the room was a matching black rubber lined table, with handcuffs attached to the legs. Next to that was a wheeled metal stand on which a jug of lube with a hand pump top sat. On the far back, was a big rubber sofa chair, placed next to a wooden stand that held a bottle of whiskey, a glass, and an ashtray. There were no windows or one way mirrors in this room, as far as Wolf could tell it was a totally private room.

The real draw of the room was a glass showcase on the left. Just like the first visit, it was filled with rows and rows of dildos of all different species and sizes and this glass case was much longer than the previous one Wolf encountered. The dildo selection had a much wider array of dildos on the shelf, both in terms of size and variety. It was arranged from comically small, going up in length and girth left to right, row after row until it reached the top shelf, where three intimidatingly large horse cocks sat on their sides, taking up most of the row in that shelf. 

While each horse dildo was impressive in size, Wolf knew from very personal experience that he could take one of the smaller of the three. The biggest dildo was absolutely massive in scale, almost the entirety of Wolf’s torso, on that a blue county fair ribbon hanging around the base.

As Wolf examined the case from the doorway, something about it seemed off. It was all presented in such a way that the collection was arranged; it had a bit of extra importance to it that Wolf could not easily recognize. 

“Welcome to my lair,” Tank said as he spanked Wolf to move forward. 

Walking past him Tank stopped at the mounting table and rested a gloved hand on it as he looked around the dungeon, “…yeah it’s a nice den. Custom made like the rest of them, I spent ages making sure that this was exactly what I wanted it to be and could handle everything that I want to do, for both business,” he a patted the table, “and pleasure,” as he cocked his head back towards the chair and wooden table.

He then directed his gaze towards Wolf, “I believe you know how this is going to go down, so hop on!” Tank said as he patted the mounting table again.

A bolt of excitement and terror ran up and down Wolf’s spide as he finally faced the truth that he was going not go a full day completely spared. With a quiet nod of understanding Wolf’s legs slowly begin to move the blue wolf towards where he was ordered to go.

Once he crawled up on the rubber table he limply dangled his limbs off the side and waited for Tank to move around and attach his wrists and ankles to the handcuffs. The smell of rubber, and the circling halo of cigar smoke cause Wolf to imagine Tank as a shark who circling its prey. The sounds of mental clicks in the quiet room caused Wolf’s ears and tail to twitch.

When Tank was finished he positioned himself right in front of Wolf, giving the restrained sub a clear view of the pig’s muscle gut and groin. Tank chewed on his cigar and let out a murmur of approval as he inspected his work for a minute before he spoked down to Wolf.

“I know last time you were sneaking peeks at what was going to be used on you,” as he nodded towards the shelves of dildos, “but this time,” Tank trailed off as he walked over to right, just out of view of Wolf, and pulled something the wall

Walking back towards the front of the table Tank emerged with a leather hood in his hands, “this time you won’t get that privilege,” as he unbuttoned the straps and slowly brought it down upon Wolf. 

Wolf felt the hood cover his head, though the thick material he felt Tank’s hands move across Wolf’s head as he fastest all the buttons and latches into place. Soon Wolf’s eyes were completely covered and his maw tightly fixed into place with just enough move ability to breathe in the smoke of Tank’s cigar.

The muzzle never covered his ears so Wolf could still clearly hear Tank as he chuckled, then clapped his hands together and rubbed them as he muttered in a truly authoritarian voice, “Let’s get to work”.

Wolf heard the floor creak as Tank moved to Wolf’s left. Ears twitching he heard the gentle screech of meta hinge swiveling open followed by Tank humming to himself. 

“Let’s see… I wrecked your hole pretty well last time so we can probably start you out in the medium selection and begin your climb from there. No doubt your asshole remembers what to do”.

All that Wolf could do was twitch his ears and wag his tail in response.

Tank let out a staged, “Ah HA!” as he grabbed something and moved back behind Wolf. “Oh little pup’s excited ain’t he?” As he went to unbutton the back flaps on Wolf’s uniform, “Let’s make sure that he gets what he deserves”

Wolf heard the sound of lube being pumped out of a nozzle.

Moments later Wolf felt the silicone tip of the dildo circle around his asshole in a teasing fashion. Blinded and bound, the silicone point of the dildo registered more predominantly in Wolf’s mind than he cared to admit. After another few playful laps, the dildo zeroed in on its target and plunged in.

Even with the teasing, Wolf spasmed in response and tried to let out a gasp through the muzzle. Despite the twitching and clenching, Tank still maintained steady growing pressure on the toy and slowly pushed deeper into Wolf. Once it was far enough in, Tank began to loosen Wolf’s hole by wiggling the toy deeper, giving it a few varied thrusts, and rotating the dildo inside the squirming wolf’s body.

Once Tank was either satisfied with the results or bored with how well Wolf’s hole was reacting to the dildo he had, the pig gave it one more powerful thrust and slowly pulled out the toy, millimeter by millimeter, before dropping it onto the floor with a wet, ‘plop.’

Even without seeing it, Wolf knew what was going to come next.

Like in Saturday’s session, Tank repeated the cycle of walking back to the shelf, selecting the next size up toy, then returning back to wolf’s backside, to apply the lube and resumed his mission of opening Wolf’s hole all over again.

It continued over and over again, each toy getting bigger and bigger, and as Wolf’s rear and clothes became more and more drenched in lube. Some part of Wolf’s mind was curious about if the lube Tank used would stain his uniform.  With the blindfold, Wolf could only focus on the squelching sounds of Tank’s toys parsing and sliding past his cheeks and grunts of Tank as he slowly started to put his weight behind every push.

With no way to know of the time and no clues of what was coming next, all Wolf could do was squirm and brace himself for whatever Tank had in store for him and just wait for him to finally be satisfied. Like before Tank went on to get through rows and rows of dildos until there was a pause in the action.

“Alright pup, looks like you’re primed for the pork,” Tank said after dropping a particularly textured toy as he began to shift his weight back and forth before leaning on top of Wolf. With nothing else to experience, Wolf felt Tank’s body heat as he lined up the head of his monstrously thick cock against Wolf’s gaping hole and ease it in.

The first thrust caused Wolf to see stars against the pitch black of his blindfolded. Even with all the training and warm up, Tank’s cock still filled up and stretched again the absolute edge of Wolf’s limits. Wolf’s breath staggered as Tank built up steam as his endurance just barely kept up with the rhythm. Eventually, after countless thrusts and grunts from Tank, Wolf registered that his dom began to slow down the pace and started to give deeper thrusts than normal.

As Tank took a deep breath, Wolf prepared the best he could for what was coming next. Following an extra strong and deep thrust into him, Wolf finally felt the additional pressure and warmth of Tank’s cum as it came erupting out of the pig’s cock, rushing even further inside as it flooded every nook and cranny of Wolf’s insides.

It must have been another impressive load because Wolf felt Tank lean a bit forward onto Wolf, to steady himself as he panted away. A half minute later Tank composed himself as he stood back up, slowly pulled out his cock, wiped the slimy residue on Wolf’s cheeks, and walked around to the front of Wolf.

Anticipating something more Wolf lifted his head up but was faced with disappointment when Wolf heard Tank falling back into the rubber easy chair followed by the sound of a bottle being uncorked and liquid pouring into a glass.

When Wolf heard the sound of Tank letting out a relieved sigh, he knew that it was break time. As Tank and wolf wound down, Wolf could not know for sure but he might have slipped in and out of sleep during that time in the blackness, either way, a knock on the door startled Wolf back to his senses.

“Come in,” Tank loudly answered.

The door opened up as a strong voice said, “Hey Tank, some of us were going to… oh I didn’t realize you were still breaking in the new guy.” 

Wolf began wracking his mind, frantically trying to match the voice with the dozens of doms he was introduced to that day.

“Oh yeah, Tank replied, “I was just about to ship him back.”

“Mind if I?” The stranger asked.

“Oh no, go right ahead, I already loosened him up but you might have work still cut out for you. Is anyone else in the hallway?”

“Uhhhh… oh yeah! Hey Mask! We still got a straggler strapped in, do you have another one in you?”

In the distance, Wolf heard a muffled, ‘is it the new fresh meat that Tank was parading around? Yeah, I think I can muster something up.”

Wolf’s ears could pick up two pairs of footsteps cross through the door frame. One had a normal padded paw gait while the other shook the floor and table as he entered. The lighter footed, it must have been Mask, one his way to the front of Wolf as the heavier one positioned himself at his rear.

Wolf could feel a pair of far bigger and thicker hands descend on his sopping wet cheeks as the rhino groped and spread them apart 

“Oh man, You really ruined him good and thorough. He’s almost ready to take me without breaking too much,” the stranger said to Tank before he grabbed Wolf’s ass and said, “I told you I was looking forward to pushing you to your limits, I just didn’t realize that it was going to be today.”

A flash of insight finally connected the stranger’s voice to the dom. It was Kilo, the rhino with that monstrous cock. That was the one that was positioned right behind him. Wolf’s breath quickened and adrenaline coursed through him as his body went on autopilot in its attempt to prepare for what Kilo had in store.

Before Tank could respond to what Kilo said, Wolf’s muzzle strap was yanked open. Instinctively, Wolf’s maw stretched open in a panic, gasping as he felt a pair of furry cheeks pressed right around his nose and lips.

“Fire in the hole,” Mask shouted as a jet of hot liquid came spraying out onto Wolf’s open muzzle.

The pungent stench assaulted and overpowered Wolf’s scenes as the skunk’s liquid spray shot into his mouth and up his nose burning his sinuses along the way. Wolf scrunched up his face in shock and disgust as he began coughing and sputtering.

Wolf could hear the other two doms cough and swear as they tried to catch their breath as well.

“Blimey,” Tank said through gasps, “at least turn on the fan beforehand!”

“What?” Mask responded coyly, “Didn’t you want the fresh meat to be fully broken in?”

Just as Wolf was about to spit out the rancid skunk spray when he felt the hood straps begin tightening as it forced his muzzle close, locking in the spray in his mouth and nose. 

Kilo sputtered next and said, “Fuck, you almost knock me off my mojo with hit…luckily it takes much more than that to keep me from going limp…. Get ready pup.”

With that briefest warning, Wolf felt the entirety of the Rhino’s head push its way into Wolf’s ass. In Wolf’s mind’s eyes, it was thicker or on par with Tank’s fist. 

Wolf squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as he felt Kilo’s cock never lighten up on the constant pushing. As the rhino leaned more and more into the table, Wolf could feel his hole strain and stretch to accommodate the rhino’s cock as it slid into and grazed over his tired prostate. Wolf could practically feel the individual veins press and twitch against his insides as Kilo continued his assault.

The agony kept going and going until Wolf finally felt Kilo’s hip come pressing into his lube covered cheeks. At that sensation, Wolf let out a muffled gasp of relief, taking solace in the fact that there were no more inches left of the behemoth.

Kilo picked up on that exclamation and in a deep and low voice said, “Congrats pup, you survived the warm ups, now it’s time to run the drills.”

Colors blasted across his blindfolded eyes as Kilo pulled out his cock and just rammed it back into Wolf, repeating it over and over again with the rhythm, speed, and power of a steam engine that violently rocked the table.

With nothing to see as a point of reference and the disgusting scent of Mask’s spray still sitting on his tongue and nostrils. All Wolf could do was writhe as all the sensations overpowered him; as tears forced their way from the bottom of the blindfold and ran down his face.

Wolf felt Kilo’s hands come down and pin his sides to the straining table to steady his body and table from rocking over. Wolf was struggling to even catch his break between thrusts, he had no idea how long the eternal plumbing was going to last. Eventually, through the constant pain and ecstasy, his body went numb.

The last thing Wolf remembered hearing was a distant grunt in a wave of numbed heat as the sound of gel plopping onto the floor entered his ears. Then it all went to black.

***

The next thing that Wolf registered was claustrophobic darkness. As he came to his senses, he felt his limbs were now no longer restrained to metal legs, but instead confined by some bindings with his legs were laid out straight and his arms crossed over his chest. Wolf blinked and tried to open his mouth to gasp for air only to realize that the hood was still fastened. Stirring himself awake, Wolf wiggled his sore arms and legs against the walls and felt the familiar sensation of wooden boards against the back of his limbs.

“Oh hello, sleepyhead!” Wolf heard a familiar, yet muffled, voice say as it approached him.

After the sound of fiddling with the lid on the top of the container, Wolf felt a pair of hands reach down and start to undo the hood’s latches. Once Wolf’s eyes were basked in light. A groan escaped from Wolf as he closed his eyes to the sudden change. A few blinks later Wolf looked up and backlit against the living room lights he saw the face of Echo looking down at him with an expression that was a mix of concern and relief.

“The instructions on the box said not to open up until you came too.” 

In a state of confusion and disorientation, Wolf only responded with a muffled ‘Wh-what?” 

Echo ignored him as the German Shepherd’s eyes scanned up and down his husband’s body.

“Whoa, they must have put you through the wringer on your first day huh? I could smell you before they even carried you through the front door. Thankfully they included several tubs of tomato paste and other cleaning powder when they dropped you off here.”

Echo then went to work fiddling with something below Wolf’s neck. Craning downwards Wolf saw that his body was fastened to the full body wooden box with wire ties. ‘Like a doll’ a groggy thought commented as he watched his husband untwist the last restraint before extending a hand for Wolf to grasp and slowly eased him out of the box and to his aching feet.

“My my, what did they do to you today? They told me that you were going to be outfitted with a white uniform…” as Echo trailed off Wolf looked down and saw that on top of the faded piss yellow, the back of his legs and pants were stained with cum and lube. 

Echo just tutted to himself and said, “It’s gonna take forever to even begin to take out those stains, but it looked like you had fun. Here I already have a nice warm tomato bath drawn up.”

Turning around, Wolf also registered that the small metal padlock was still fastened to the back of his neck.

Picking up on that detail Echo commented, “Oh yeah, so that’s what that’s for,” as he reached down to flip over the black wooden lid and peeled off a set of keys taped to the front.

Echo wrapped his arms around Wolf, undid the lock, and leaned in for an embrace.

After that, Echo led his husband upstairs towards his well-deserved bath.

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The alarm clock’s buzzing interrupted Wolf’s wonderful dream and ruined the potential of a beautiful lazy Saturday sleep in before it even had a chance to begin. As soon as the alarm from across the bed started beeping, it was silenced.  There was a sweet moment where Wolf thought that he could slip back into the same welcoming dream before the body next to him stirred and rolled out of bed. With a loud yawn, a stretch, and a groan, Echo headed to the bathroom to begin his typical morning routine.

Realizing that going back to sleep was going to be impossible, the blue wolf opened his eyes as he watched his lovely German Shepherd husband walk out of the bathroom, fully groomed, and go to check his phone as he began to pick out what he was going to wear. When the Sheppard saw that the blue wolf’s yellow eyes were fixed on him, he gave Wolf a teasing tail waggle. “Good morning sleepy butt,” Echo said with a smile. “Ready to greet the day?”

“No,” answered Wolf as he stretched in bed.

“Well tough.” The Echo replied as he pulled a shirt over his head. “Work called me in again and you… you got that job interview scheduled today.” “I know” groaned Wolf as he rolled in bed and felt a small pang of guilt after he said it.

Through no fault of his own, Wolf and Echo have been living completely on Echo’s salary as the merchandise organizer for high-end car dealerships and car expos. It’s been a good job and the two have never been too close to struggling on Echo’s sole income and it did leave Wolf with a lot of free time to do the cleaning and run errands for both of them. That was nice at first for Wolf but it slowly got boring just being by himself in the house day after day. It didn’t help that Echo was constantly asked to come in for overtime on Saturday to prepare for the upcoming car shows, expos, and conventions. While it did help with finances and outings when they had the time together. 

Recently the boredom and guilt came ahead and Wolf started to look around for a job even just to find something to do during the week. Not to mention the extra income would also alleviate the guilt of constantly dipping into Echo’s account when buying an occasional purchase or treat for himself.

Thankfully Echo was able to find Wolf an opportunity within his network, a simple driving gig to transport car parts from the warehouse to dealerships and gear head’s shops. It was not fancy but it got Wolf out of the house. From the sound of it, the job was pretty much in the bag, Wolf just needed to land the interview that was scheduled later this morning.

Echo checked his watch, realized the time, then circled the bed to deliver a kiss to Wolf before he rushed out of the room with a bit too much pep for a Saturday morning work shift, leaving the blue wolf alone once again. 

Reaching a paw out to his bed stand, Wolf grabbed his phone and began his morning routine of cycling through his apps, recent videos, and headlines.

After another twenty minutes of lounging around, Wolf reluctantly decided to get out of bed and truly start his day. After a long, lazy warm shower, Wolf toweled and styled his fur before he trolled to this closet.

Swinging the doors open, Wolf examined his wardrobe. A combination of leather and latex gear was mixed in with his normal clothes. It’s been a while since Wolf has to look professional that he had to shift through his t-shirts, jeans, and sweatpants before he could find the section of clothes that he used to wear at this old job. Once he found a button-up and pants that weren’t completely wrinkled he inspected himself in the mirror with pride as he smoothed out the outfit then grabbed his wallet and phone and headed out on his own.

After a quick drive, Wolf arrived at the meet up spot for the interview, a local coffee shop. After parking Wolf stepped out of his car and made his way inside to place his favorite order; a tall cup of golden blend with cream and brown sugar. With coffee in hand, he made his way back outside to take a seat at a metal table and waited.

Wolf removed the lid from his coffee and took a deep sniff, savoring the rich aroma before taking a tentative sip. After the light coffee spread across his tongue, the blue wolf let out a satisfied sigh as he looked out towards the busy city life, just watching as everyone else was bustling around, going shopping, running errands, going shopping, and catching up with friends. It was peaceful.

Wolf was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t even notice that someone was standing behind him until they were right up next to him and asked, “Are you the wolf, Wolf?”

Wolf could only let out the initial sound of a ‘yes’ as he began to turn around before darkness covered his vision. A split second later Wolf’s brain recognized that the thing that blocked his vision was a thick cloth bag followed by the sensation of a thick arm wrap across his chest, pinning his own arms to his chest, as his chair was quickly pulled out from under him.

In a fraction of a second, he was lifted and single-handedly turned in the air and rested on the stranger’s huge shoulders. Once Wolf was situated, he felt the lumbered sway of motion as Wolf started to get carried away at a quick pace.

Heart racing in fear and bewilderment, Wolf started to let out a cry but a quick yank of a 

a drawstring quickly pulled the hole of the bag tight around the wolf’s neck. Not enough to strangle but just enough to interrupt that potential cry into an impotent yelp.

Wolf heard the curious questions and concerned comments of onlookers but the tall stranger just carried on his march uninterrupted. After a few more strides, Wolf heard the distinct sound of a sliding van door just before he was lobbed inside sideways.

Wolf landed on his shoulder as he collided with the floor of the van. Before he could react, Wolf felt a pair of small hands grope his arms, forcing them behind his back. Moments later, he heard the sound of a plastic zipper as his wrists were pressed together with a zip tie. As he struggled against his hand restaurants, the pair of hands skittered down his back to do the same thing with his ankles. 

The van creaked and tilted as his kidnapper grunted and stepped into the van, slamming the door shut and blocking the sound of the concerned and worried crowd. “We got him, cheese it!” was the only thing he said as the van started to speed away.

Blinded and bound, Wolf slid across the empty floor crashing against the van’s walls or the set of legs of his kidnappers as the vehicle took a series of harsh turns. After a disorientating amount of time and untold miles, Wolf finally felt the van slow down, taking another set of trunks before decelerating to a full stop.

The van doors slid open as the vehicle rocked again and the sound of boots landing on cement sounded off. The smaller set of hands that bound Wolf poked at the blue wolf, coaxing him to sit up then prodding him to move closer to what the Wolf assumed was the van’s open door.

As he slowly, awkwardly, and blindly made his way towards where he assumed they wanted him to go. Wolf felt the set of huge arms wrapped around his chest as he was holstered up and flipped over his kidnapper’s broad shoulders again, head dangling next to the shoulder blade. Once situated the kidnapper turned around and moved out in a smooth stride, as the wolf jostled along.

He heard his carrier say in a gruff voice, “Get the door” as a pair of feet lightly skittered on the ground past Wolf with a “Right on, Boss” as the sound of creaking metal echoed around. The cloth mask made it impossible for light to come through but from the sounds and smells, Wolf guessed he was somewhere in the warehouse district.

As the kidnapper carried the wolf inside he noticed a sudden change in the air, as cool conditioned air blasted from. From there, it was a short walk down some hallways until another door was commanded to be opened before Wolf eventually tossed back to the floor in a similar manner. The kidnapper commanded, “Get him nice and ready, I’m going to change” as the two sets of feet scampered into the room replying with identical, “Yes boss.”

Four hands descended upon the wolf grabbing his clothes and shoes. His shoes and socks were quickly removed as the sound of a knife ripping through cloth led to Wolf being separated from his shirt, pants, and underwear, leaving him completely naked. Stunned by the sudden undressing and the sensation of the cold floor pressed against his fur, Wolf let out a shiver as he began to curl his body up into the fetal position.

Mocking laughs came from the two assistants. “Oh don’t do that”

“Oh no, don’t do that, he’ll like it too much if he sees you in that position…. No no no.”

With that cryptic taunt, Wolf tried his best to straighten out his limbs and do his best to position his bound body to not look as pathetic as he felt. Agonizing minutes crept by before the wolf heard the sound of the door opening up once again. “Remove the bag.” the kidnapper said in a much heavier voice. The two sets of hands steadied Wolf’s shoulders and then yanked the black-out bag off of his head. 

Harsh light crashed onto his eyes as his sight was restored. Wolf blinked and winced as he adjusted to the new environment. Shaking his head free as he blinked into focus Wolf started to make out the size and shape of the furniture. It looked like he was in a scientific laboratory mixed with a sex dungeon.

Everything was basked in fluorescent light that reflected off of the white spotless tiles. In the middle of the room, across from Wolf, was a large and sturdy patient examination table that was modified with a black latex cushion on top. Beyond that was a mirror that ran the entire length of the wall, to the far end of the room was a heavy matching black leather sofa.

While Wolf was scanning the room, he realized that he was standing between two ferrets. One of them was holding the recently pulled off blackout mask, a knife, and Wolf’s torn clothes while the other was holding his socks and shoes. Both ferrets dress in black pants, shirts, and beanies and both were wearing the identical knowing sneer as they looked down at Wolf.

Then there was the figure standing at the entrance of the room. As Wolf’s eyes made the slow ascend from the boots up the legs, Wolf knew he was his kidnapper. Standing in front of the door was a big burly warthog blocking the entire door frame.

The warthog was wearing a full rubber set. On his feet were heavy duty Rubber boots, his legs were covered with shiny PVC chaps that were obscured by a dull rubber apron that hung by the pig’s thighs and covered his potbelly and torso. The only things on his arms were industrial grade black rubber gloves that covered his hands all the way up to his elbows. The hog’s face, neck, and biceps were covered in muted grey bristles, in between his lips and tusks he chewed a cigar.

As Wolf made his way up the kidnapper’s body, he made eye contact with the boar that was responsible for all of this. The warthog had a rugged face and was currently wearing the expression of someone who was not only in full control of what was happening but he was in his element. The moment Wolf locked eyes with his, the warthog’s face contorted into a sneer as he spoke, “Hope the trip was comfortable for you, pup.” as the two ferrets snickered in response to the comment. “Allow me to introduce myself,” continued the Hog, completely ignoring his accomplices.

“I am the Boss Hog. This is my domain and as long as you are under my roof, your ass is mine.” He chewed on his cigar for a moment, looking his prey up and down before adding, “And that is an absolute fact.” Wolf just laid on the ground, staring at the warthog and he processed everything that was happening. “Cut the lil’ wolf free.” the hog barked at the ferrets.

“Right on it, boss” as the ferrets retrieved their knives and quickly started to see through the plastic bindings. The moment after the zip tie snapped the warthog made two powerful strides and reached down to grab the wolf by the scruff of his neck. In one powerful motion, the hog lifted the blue wolf from the floor and hoisted his belly first onto the table, then spun him around to lay him long wards on the slab, facing the sofa. 

“Now help secure my guest right there,” grunted the Boss as the ferrets rushed around, grabbing each arm and leg and forcefully easing them down towards the table’s legs, latching them to there with metal handcuffs.

When it was done, Wolf was bound, naked and limbs spread on the table. “What a fantastic view” mewed the hog as he moved his thick hand from Wolf’s neck, running his gloved palm through the blue fur on his back before ending it with a grope of Wolf’s ass, giving it a full squeeze then a slap. Wolf saw from the corner of his eye, from the reflection in the mirror, that the warthog was looking at his ass with nothing less than desirable, but the thing beyond the warthog caused the wolf a true start.

Behind the Warthog, just above where he was dropped off, was a white wall shelf that was lined with rows and rows of dildos. A spectrum of colors and shapes filled the shelves, each having its only spot. The only order to the collection was that starting at the bottom, and moving left to right, the toys increased in size. At the top of the shelves, all by itself, was a truly massive flared horse cock laying down on its side like a prized shotgun. 

The Hog lifted his hand bringing his finger up to his lip. “Let’s see what we have to work with,” the hog said, more to himself than anyone else in the room, as he brought both hands down to grab both cheeks and spread them fully apart.

“Well well well.’ Mused the warthog, pulling his hand away. “I certainly have my work cut out for myself. Don’t I? Especially since I have BIG expectations for you,” he said as his hands squeaked as he made it into a fist. “This is going to take a lot of work and effort. Fellas…. fetch me the tub.” With nothing more than a nod, the ferrets dashed out of the room, returning a moment later with a rolling cart and a 5-gallon jug sitting on top. The jug was plastic and completely clear, full of a thick liquid. Perched on top of the jug was a screw-on lid with a hand pump. The ferrets wheeled it to the boss’s right hand side, right at waist height. The boar chuckled at the jug as he placed one massive hand over the entire lid with a flex of this finger he popped off the lid, causing the contents in the jug to jiggle.

The hog was just about to place his outstretched finger into the contents before pulling it away at the last second, “oh my… my eagerness got the better of me, how could I forget, we need to prepare the little pup before we start.” He reached out in the lower layer of the table and pulled something out. Wolf couldn’t see what it was from his peripheral vision but he heard an unsticking sound that soon dissolved into rustling with a slight squeaking as whatever it was began to unfold. 

Wolf felt the warthog’s hand tighten as the base of his tail, as it was then lifted his entire hindquarters off the table as the pig slid something underneath Wolf’s waist. As he was lowered back down, Wolf felt his ground make contact with the cold yet unmistakable touch of PVC. The warthog then ducked underneath to fetch something else. Despite not wanting to admit it, Wolf’s cock began to stiffen as it was exposed to the plastic. 

The warthog stood back up and began to fiddle and unfold something else, this time Wolf picked out the unmistakable sound of crinkling. Once again the wolf was lifted by his tail as another object was slid underneath. When the Hog lowered him down the wolf felt the sensation of soft fake cotton fabric this time.

“There we go,” grunted the warthog, “now we have something in place to catch everything…well most of everything” he chuckles as he finally scooped two fingers into the jug and meticulously spread it around the length of his thick fingers with his thumb, making his gloves shine even more.

“Get ready pup. You’re going to stay right here in this room until I’m done.” The boar made heavy steps towards the selves of dildos, still spreading the lube around his fingers as he pursued his inventory. The boar picked up one of the smaller models with his dry gloved hand as he walked back to the table. “And looking at that tight hole that he has…” the pig said as he returned to his position, “… it looks like we have a long time ahead of us.” as he hawked a wad of spit right above Wolf’s exposed ass hole. The rubber dom waited a moment of suspense as the spit moved down the wolf’s taint. Waiting for it to get just to the edge of the hole before thrusting his lubed index finger straight into the wolf.

The gloved finger met with some resistance at Wolf’s asshole but between the lube and constant pressure it slowly eased open to accept the thick finger all the way to the knuckle. Wolf had to stifle a shudder as it happened, once fully in the hog snorted as he rotated his finger back and forth and then wiggled his finger, tickling the pinned Wolf’s prostate and sending silvers running up the blue wolf’s back.

“There we go… nice and easy” the warthog commented as he started moving the finger in and out “Look at you, you’re no stranger to this, aren’t you?…You kinky fuck.” as he pushed his finger all the way back in and then rhythmically tapped the inside. “Now, let’s see how well you can handle twice the amount.” As the warthog removed his index finger, crossed it with his middle finger, and drilled his finger back into the wolf’s hole. The additional digit caused Wolf to involuntarily shudder as the dom repeated the same motion, inside of his captured prey.

After toying and stretching out the inside of the wolf the hog slowly pulled out his fingers as he stated, “Now that we are all warmed up, let’s move on to my tools of the trade. No doubt you will be able to take this toy.” As the wolf saw from the mirrored reflections, the big pig reached for the toy standing right next to the jug of lube. At a glance, it was a bright purple dog dildo and Wolf guessed it was only slightly smaller than his own cock, but it was dwarfed in the huge rubbered hand of the dominating pig. 

Realizing that his ferret henchmen were still in the room, watching on with fevered intent, he turned his head towards them and simply, “I’m guessing This is going to take a long while. Give our guest some privacy, won’t you?” 

With slightly disheartened looks, the ferrets bowed their heads and left the room. Turning his full attention back to the prey at hand the Hog said, “Now before we can have our fun, I have to make sure my tool is properly lubed for my lil’ ‘guest’ here”.

As the wolf heard the dom plunge the entire shaft of the purple dildo into the tub of lube. He could hear the thick drops of lube splatter onto the ground as the Hog Boss swung the dildo a short distance from the stand holding the jug to the table that was restraining Wolf. The warthog played for a moment with the wolf’s ass, using the silicon dong to paint the excess lube up and down the crevice of the wolf’s cheeks. Wolf felt globs of the cold lube run down his taint collect and cling to his little blue balls before dropping onto the crisp diaper pad underneath. After having his fun, Wolf felt the warthog line up the tip of the dildo up against his asshole and then lean into it. Like before, there was a moment of hesitation before the asshole gave way just like before.

Though the dom’s expert maneuvering and rotating the wolf soon felt the base of the dildo up against his ass. Following that there came a moment of steady motion with that toy, making sure it could easily slide down the entrance with no issues. Just as the wolf was getting settled and used to the sensation of the silicone cock going all the way, the warthog all of a sudden pulled the dildo out of the wolf’s hole with, “It seems that our pup of the day can take this no problem,” as the warthog used the dildo to toy with the entrance of the hole before dropping it to the floor with a loud wet flop. “I reckon it’s time for an upgrade”.

The warthog stepped away from the table and approached the shelf of dildos again. The warthog paused for a moment, letting out a contemplated murmur before making his way back to his prey, followed by the sound of a dildo being quickly submerged, then retrieved from the jug of lube. Wolf then felt the sensation of a wet silicon tip being pressed against his hole; he didn’t have to see it to know that it was a larger model. He felt it just before it was pushed through. Wolf could only grit his teeth as his hole was slowly stretched out with this new toy.

That then became the routine. The warthog would use the toy at hand to stretch out the wolf’s hole bit by bit at a slow and steady pace by forcing the dildo deeper and deeper into the wolf’s rear. Pushing through the moans and twitches of his blue furred captive until the entire shaft was inserted. Following that the merciless warthog would then start rhythmically fucking the wolf, to ensure that the wolf could consistently take the entire thing. Just before the wolf’s body could get used to it and start to recognize the experience as enjoyable, the hog pulled the toy out, dropped it on the floor, and went back to the shelf to fetch a bigger toy for its replacement.

With every new toy, the dom would completely submerge it into the lube before he used it on the wolf. As the warthog continued he became more and more reckless with wiping off the lube from the dildo opting for Wolf’s ass, and diaper pad below him, to stay drenched in lube. The cycle repeated over and over with dildo after dildo. 

Even with the excess lube and warm up, each new toy picked by the warthog proved to be a challenge to accept. Wolf soon lost count of what toy was used, or even what number he was on. It was just an endless moment of his ass being pushed to the limit over and over again. There was no clock in the room so Wolf had no idea how long he had been subjected to the warthog’s practice nor how long it had been since he was kidnapped. Just as Wolf was beginning to contemplate the fact, he heard the warthog let loose a deep satisfied chuckle as he pulled out the current dildo, and gave Wolf’s sore ass a spank. “You’ve been doing well and with that recent toy, you officially graduated to the ‘Big Leagues’.” The hog said as he stepped back from the table. There was a sound of rustling rubber followed by a loud “thump” on the floor. From the corner of his eyes with help from the mirror, Wolf saw what happened and what was going to happen next. 

The warthog took off his apron, revealing that underneath he was only wearing a black harness across his pecs. His thick arms past his elbow and muscle gut were bare as his hands were currently fondling his own dick. On his groin above the cock and below his gut was the tattooed phrase, “On the rocks” in a heavy black country font.

The moment Wolf saw it his eyes widened and his heart began to race. The warthog’s cock was as massive as the rest of him, impressively long and just as thick. It was one of the biggest cocks Wolf had ever seen, certainly bigger than anything he took before. The thing that caught Wolf’s eyes was the glint that reflected off of the hog’s cock from the overhead fluorescent lights. Lining the underbelly of the erect cock was a series of Jacob Ladder barbells and a thick Prince Albert ring at the head of the cock. The warthog was bouncing the cock in his hand as he approached, “You’ve had plenty of time with the imitation dicks, but you’re ready for the real meat?”

He sauntered right up to the table. The warthog lined up the head of the cock against the gaping hole, after a moment of grinding up and down the lubed cheeks, he commented “the little pup is so wet that I don’t need any additional lube…. Let’s see if he can take it all in one go” as he leaned into the table. The cock just slid in with one simple and smooth motion.

The warthog filled up the wolf immediately, pushing not only inwards but outwards as the thick cock took up the empty space. Wolf’s ass met the hog’s groin as he felt the weight of the pig’s gut get dropped on his lower back.

A weak moan escaped from Wolf’s maw as not only the heat of the real thing radiated inside of him but the multiple ridges and bumps of the metal piercings against his prostate sent his senses into overdrive. The moan was immediately picked up by the warthog dom as he replied between grunts, “Don’t try to stifle the moans lil’ pup. Embrace that bitch nature that you have when you meet a true man’s cock” as he started thrusting away against the table. As Wolf shuddered and let out a whimper, the Hog just replied with, “I’m just getting started” as the huge warthog started to double the pace. 

Wolf soon got swept away with the flood of sensations. Each powerful thrust shook the table and sent a wave of pleasure coursing deeper into the wolf as he felt the cock get buried deeper into him. The pounding also forced Wolf’s groin to grind his own dick against the drenched diaper pad. The wolf was now at the total whims of the warthog as he carried on with fucking him raw.

With the last bit of resilience leaving him, Wolf fully broke down, lobbed his tongue to the side, and started moaning in pleasure as the warthog’s cock pushed Wolf to the edge of pleasure and kept there with every steady thrust. Soon the room was filled with the combination of slapping, grunts, moans, and the sloshing of lube. 

After a subjective eon of constant bliss, the warthog’s motions began to change. His breath became more rapid and his thrusts became more frenzied. The change of pace and the knowledge of what was coming next pushed Wolf over the edge. He closed his eyes and let out a defeated howl as the warthog pressed his groin deep into his ass, sending waves and eaves of hot cum into the wolf at the exact same moment Wolf orgasmed right onto the lube soaked diaper pad.

With all his strength and energy leaving him the panting wolf just laid flat against the table as he just experienced the warthog slowly pulling his dick out with a wet ‘pop’ and wiping his cock against the wolf’s cheeks.

“I must admit,” the warthog said, sounding a bit winded, “I haven’t had a hole that milked me like that in a long while…. Bravo lil’ pup.” It almost sounded like this was going to be the end of this masochistic adventure until he continued with “But I have a mission and I never walked away from a mission.” as the warthog took a steadying step towards the shelf. 

With a bit less vigor than before, the warthog grabbed the next dildo, walked back to the table, submerged it in the tub of lube to begin the cycle yet again. Too drained and exhausted from the experience, all Wolf could do was let out a defeated whimper as his ass involuntarily twitched as the warthog approached, too tired to protest or enjoy what was coming. The dildo training resumed again, stretching and working the wolf’s hole to take more and more of the silicon but this time. This time there was a noticeable decrease in the warthog energy as he carried his work, with more labored pushes at a slower and steadier pace.

Soon after a half dozen other dildos, the warthog began to regain his vigor as he got back into the swing of things. With the energy and enjoyment returning as he said with a smile in his voice “I think the pup is ready for ‘me’ again” he dropped the slippery toy onto the growing pile of dildos. As the warthog rubbed his gloves together, making a slippery wet sound. 

Before the spent wolf could begin to piece together what the hog meant he heard the loud squishing sound as the warthog plunged his hand into the bottom of the jar of lube. He brought it back up, pausing for a moment allowing the excess slime to drip off of him, back into the container. 

Once enough of the runoff fell off, the warthog brought the sopping wet glove over towards the wolf. The hog ran his thumb up the length of the taint, scooping up the combination of lube and pig cum to push it back into the wolf’s stretched hole, easily sliding his thumb in right to the knuckle. After flexing and wiggling his thumb, the warthog pulled it out only to replace it with his fingers. The sensation of those long thick crossed fingers replaced the space as they slid in with just as much more ease and comfort than before.

At that the wolf let out a deep sigh, almost enjoying the break from the torment until after a few smooth thrusts the warthog said, “Oh look at you, taking three fingers like a pro…why I remembered when I had to pry you open to just take two of my piggies.” 

That off-handed comment caused Wolf’s whole body to react with a start as his mind raced away, ‘Three fingers!? what is that right? No, it can’t be he must be lying’. As if the warthog was reading the wolf’s mind he wiggled his fingers inside of him, letting all three digits stretch out against the wolf’s lining, putting that concern to rest and leaving the wolf to contemplate exactly how much ‘progress’ was done back there from this as the warthog pulled his hand away.

“I’m impressed pup,” chuckled the warthog, “Let’s see if you’re good enough to jump from three to five.” as the pig dragged all five fingers across Wolf’s ass, forming a single form at the entrance and pushed his entire hand inside. All five fingers slid with little to no resistance. 

There was a slight stop as Wolf felt the warthog’s knuckles meet the entrance of his worn hole. “Come on, pup take a few deep breaths before the push,” he said in a mocking tone. Too caught up in the moment and the daunting realization of what is coming next, the wolf’s body obeyed as it took a deep breath from his nose. On cue, the wolf felt the warthog pushed.

Pressure and sensation filled the wolf’s visions as his now well used hole slowly started to accept the unstoppable force of the hog’s hand. The pressure kept building more and more, higher and higher until there was a wet ‘pop’ as Wolf felt the warthog’s entire hand rush into him in a fraction of a moment. The entire sensation caught Wolf so off guard that the act pushed out a surprised gasp from Wolf’s throat. All that the warthog said was simply, “What a champ!”

The dom took a moment to let his hand just rest inside before he started to slowly twist his wrist, back and forth, back and forth. Shape and sensation inside of Wolf almost second to none, yet when  Wolf felt as the warthog’s huge knuckles moved and bounced his prostate up and down sent the wolf’s sex drive to full speed again. His heart began to speed up, his tail betrayed him with a wag as Wolf’s cock twitched back to life and soon started leaking precum on the fully overflowing diaper pad.

After a few more twists of the wrist, the warthog moved on to slowly opening his fist to the most he could then closing it into a fist. With each opening, he opened it a bit wider and kept it open a bit longer every time to the tortured sound and moan of the wolf as the wolf could only spasm and continue leaking pre to the ever growing puddle.

The room was just filled with the gasps and impotent moans from Wolf. It carried on and on as the warthog pushed the limit with every twist, every opening, and clenching of his fist.

Long after that, Wolf finally heard the warthog speak, “Look like the little pup is ready to blow again….. Doesn’t he want to?” he asked in a sing song voice. That simple question with that condescending tone was the final straw, the blue wolf finally broke down and let loose a near undecipherable series of begs and pleas, all stumbling out of his mouth just became an unintelligible mess of words as he shook his head in agreement.

Wolf felt the huge warthog lean on top of his back, pressing his hard muscle gut against him as the wolf felt the warthog’s breath on his ear as he whispered, “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear” as he reached down with his other hand to slowly run a finger up and down the underbelly of the wolf’s shaft. 

The warthog relaxed his hand and started the process to ease his gloved hand out of the hole. Wolf whimpered as the meaty finger finally was removed from his asshole and then proceeded to wipe the excess lube across Wolf’s cheeks before the hog went back to the shelves. Craning his head to the side he was able to see what the dom was reaching for.

It was the only dildo left on the wall, hanging up on the top shelf was the dreaded horse cock, that wolf’s previous thought was just some kinky art set piece. But as he watched the warthog easily wrap his huge hands around the toy. From what the Boss Hog put him through, Wolf knew now that he could easily take the length and width of that toy no problem. The warthog turned around, with a glint in his eye as he slowly walked across the room, back to the table, slapping the horse cock in his hand. 

The warthog got back into position, he still dunked the horse dildo into the jug but it barely covered most of it in the remains of the once filled five gallon tub. Lathering the rest of it with his hands, the warthog just said, “Let’s finish this” as he lined up the huge toy and prepared to ease it in.

Hardly any resistance was met from Wolf’s body with this last toy. The hole took all of the horsecock, the unforgettable sensation of filling up overtook Wolf as his prostate and entire body were stimulated to the limit. It didn’t take long until Wolf started panting and moaning like before. As the warthog placed constant headway inwards, this time he would pay attention to the dripping wet wolf cock, coaxing it along to keep it at full mast. The warthog was a master playing with Wolf’s cock, teasing and stroking it but pulling away just before Wolf could reach climax.

After agonizing bliss and ecstasy, Wolf felt the pace of the horse’s cock change, slowing down with more steady and deep pushes as the teasing of his cock increased more and more, resulting in Wolf’s whole body igniting in a wildfire of lust.

“Almost….” whispered the warthog as he kept going “Almost…” he repeated. Wolf was too far gone to care about what the dom was saying but somehow he knew this was all going to end soon. There was no doubt about that. 

“Almost…” whispered the warthog until Wolf felt it. The distinct feeling of two giant silicon horse balls pressed against his cheeks. “There we go!” exclaimed the pig as he grabbed the wolf’s cock and began seriously stroking it, “How does it feel taking a horse cock all the way to the balls?” 

Overwhelmed by sensations and the realization of that near impossible fact resulted in Wolf answering the question earnestly, “It feels amazing, Sir. It would ne-” as a shudder of pleasure interrupted his speech.

“Go on” teased the Hog, “as you were…’you would never’….” as he slowed the stroking of the blue wolf’s dick.

Wolf, picking up on what was needed to be done and continued “I never thought I could take this before…:” the wolf choked out. 

“Before?….” The warthog echoed as he started easing on the rhythm once again.

“Before I met you.” exclaimed the wolf between heavy pants.

“And what do we say to these people?” the warthog teased even more.

“Th-thank you sir!” shouted the wolf just as the warthog redoubled the speed of his handjob. The warthog aimed the cock straight down as the wolf orgasmed for the second time. The entire load landed square in the middle of the saturated diaper pad.

Gasping and panting, as exhaustion descended upon Wolf, he collapsed as the last bit of strength left him as his body fell on the table with an audible squelch. Mixed in with the exhaustion, Wolf felt a bit of pride as he started to slowly collect his senses enough to recognize what he just accomplished.

The warthog started easing the horsecock out while making a few comments to himself, “See, told you I could do it…. What a piece of work, one of my best. No doubt” as he started moving the mountain of used dildos off to the side of the room with his boot. “The table’s a complete mess” he muttered as he grabbed the edge of the PVC diaper lining as he tried to carefully envelop the wet mess around Wolf’s waist, having a moment of difficulty aligning the pushbuttons through the layer of lube.

As he kept talking to himself the warthog went back to the wolf and finally unlocked the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles. In one brief motion, the Hog rolled the exhausted wolf onto his broad shoulders as he lumbered toward the far end of the small room, then the dom finally went back to address him. 

“We still have some time before our benefactor cleans up and collects himself… Lucky for you I’m dog tired” Wolf could only hear the words enter his head as he lay there on his shoulder, exhausted. “So you’re still mine for a while,” he said as he eased the wolf’s body down on the floor, propped up against the sofa, head resting on the cushion. “I’m going to enjoy a nice sit.”

Wolf could only lay there with his head facing up on the sofa as his vision was obscured by an eclipsing hairy ass. A moment the entire thing enveloped him. The light was blacked out completely as the scent of freshly made musk barged into Wolf’s nostril and flooded his sinuses. The damp bristled hair kept applying more and more pressure against Wolf’s entire head as he heard the squeak of the rubber cushions around him, stopping just before the weight was too much to handle. The warthog then followed up with a wiggle of his ass against Wolf’s snout to get in a perfect position as he leaned back. Too spent to think, Wolf’s mouth and tongue went on autopilot as he started huffing and licking any part of the ass his tongue could reach.

Reducing all mental functions to the primal animal instincts, Wolf just gruffed and twitched his head to get any new area he hasn’t worshipped yet. Nothing else mattered anymore, Wolf’s only concern and thing to ever think about was the Boss Hog’s ass that was right in front of him.

Time carried on until Wolf heard the faint and muffled sound of a door opening. Wolf could feel the warthog shift his weight to sit upright as he also felt the hog say, “Oh there you are, Sir. Had your fun? Let me get him for you” as he rocked his body forwards to stand up. Light flooded Wolf’s vision as he experienced the huge warthog standing up and saw him to the side.  Taking a breath of fresh air, Wolf willed himself to slowly crane his neck up towards the doorway, his sweaty brow knitted as his eyes focused on Echo.

His husband was standing in the door frame, in the same clothes that he left earlier that day. Echo looked truly exhilarated, he had a giant smile on his face, with fresh afterglow radiation off of him. The German Shepherd made his way across the room to help Wolf in his efforts to stand up. As soon as Wolf was brought to his feet, Echol pulled him in for an embrace. “How was it, sweety? Did you enjoy it? I know how much you want to be dommed once in a while. I watched it all go down from the next room over, you did amazing!”

“Oh he was more than amazing, Sir,” added the Warthog, “He was one of the best playthings I have had the pleasure to work with within a long while. I was afraid I might have pushed him too far at some points but he took everything like a trooper.” The Warthog’s mannerism changed as soon as Echo entered, transforming from a harsh authoritarian brute to a warm and welcoming host. He helped Echo and Wolf with their first few steps before peeling away to grab a handful of towels from a drawer under the table to throw over the gigantic pile of lube that stood between the couple and the door. As they made it to the door the warthog called out to Echo, “You remember where the cleaning station I showed your earlier?” 

“Yup.” replied the German Shepherd as he guided Wolf to take a turn, going deeper into the building. Walking down the long hallway, lined with identical doors that they just emerged from, Wolf spotted the two ferrets hurrying by. Both were now decked out now in heavy duty cleaning gear while pushing a bright yellow plastic mopping kart that piled high with mops, rags, and cleaning chemicals.

Echo led Wolf to the end of the hallway as the brown German Shepherd pushed open a door and walked Wolf into a communal shower area. From there he eased his husband onto a plastic and metal shower chair and turned on the shower hose.  Echo waited until the water was perfectly warm before gently wetting Wolf, followed by lathering a washcloth before rubbing it against the wet blue fur. From there, Echo made sure to lather, scrub, rinse and rinse every inch and crevice of his lover’s body, allowing plenty of time for the shower spray to massage all of Wolf’s sore muscles.

Once the showering was done, Echo toweled off his husband and guided him down another hallway to a door that was locked with a number pad. Tilting his body away to block Wolf’s sight, he entered the passcode and was met with an affirmative beep as the door unlocked. 

Behind the locked door was a room that looked like it was ripped from a furniture store. The large room was scattered with soft chairs and sofas. Everything was basked in the soft warm light as ceiling windows cast down the sunrays of the late afternoon and gentle music quietly played. Off in the corner was a table  filled with tea, coffee, and snacks other refreshments

Wolf just stood there and blinked as he began to comprehend what he was looking at. A room that was hidden from the rest of the dungeon. ‘This must be a VIP room.’ Wolf thought to himself as he was walked inside 

Echo just wordlessly led Wolf to a sofa, allowing his husband to collapse on it before following him for a nice long cuddle session. As Wolf started to nod off in Echo’s arm he let out a quiet “Thank you for this. This was exactly what I needed” as he fell into a deep, well deserved sleep he heard his husband, already nestled deep in his neck, respond with “Just wait for what I signed up for you next time…”

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There were some resources like this when quarantine first started, but I haven’t seen them since then. So, because there are still lots of people at home, and lots of people who’s living situation changed, or any number of other reasons I’m going to give some tips on giving aftercare when you’re not there. A lot of these are standard aftercare procedures, but it’s the emphasis on them that counts in these moments. It’s very easy to forget about them because you’re not there in person. 

-If you’re not already on the phone or videoing, do this for aftercare. Being able to see your smiley happy face is much better than trying to decipher things through text.

-Remind them to drink water and eat a snack. It’s difficult to remember to do these things when they’re not in front of you after a session. Remind them. And if they’re anything like me, convince them to get off their comfy spot.

-Suggest getting a hot drink like tea or cocoa or cider or whatever. Getting cozy with a cup of hot liquid is actually way sexier than it sounds (The internet says there are even actual mental wellness benefits from snuggling with a hot drink but don’t quote me on it). 

-Identify stuffie and/or pillow to also have them snuggle with. Basically anything that is going to create a comfier space for them will probably be a good idea. blankets, pillows, change in lighting, music and so on. Especially if it’s something you gave them. 

-Emphasize your praise and any words of affirmation that you are giving them afterwards. The better you use your words the better it is going to be. Hug them with your words since you can’t hug them with your arms. 

-Watch something together. Luckily there are all kinds of “watch party” apps now that will easily let you do that so find something to watch once you’re both settled in comfy and stay connected while you’re watching. Don’t hang up. 

-Remove the temptation to do other things while you’re giving aftercare for the both of you.

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Rape play and cnc are all fun and lovely. HOWEVER, the sub has and will ALWAYS have complete control over the situation, and play. Apparently people think even after a safeword has been used they can continue because “it just feels too good”. This will NEVER be the case in a true dynamic. If you’re one of these people who can’t differentiate between rape play and real rape GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG.

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