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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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It was a cold winter night at your handler’s place, you were waiting in the living room as he prepared himself. Your handler has been looking forward to this all month, the night where the club was hosting their big Christmas party. This year the club decided to forgo their VIP late-night get together and instead open it up to the public.

The VIP members coordinated it all out and of course, they volunteered their subs to be part of the festive entertainment one way or another. Your handler and the rest of the VIP doms were staying very secretive about what they were planning, making sure to organize well outside of yours or anyone’s wandering ears. All that you could gather from snippets of heavily coded conversations was that it was going to be big and that after thanksgiving your handler took you to get professionally measured again.

As you kept pondering over the facts and your theories, the bedroom door handle rattled open as your handler emerged. You were taken aback by what you saw. Instead of any of his normal dominator outfits of pure black leather pants, vest, gloves, biker cap, and metal accessories he was festive.

He was wearing a green with a gold trim vest and matching green booty shorts. On his head was a green pointed cap and upon each ear was a prosthetic ear mold that made them look pointed. 

In your surprise, you almost let loose a bark of laughter but stifled it into an unconvincing cough. Your handler just stood there, not breaking his pose nor demeanor. He waited until you realized how much of a mistake you were making and composed yourself before saying, “If I look this ridiculous now, just imagine what’s in store for you.”

That statement quieted you real quick as your mind began racing to figure out what exactly was in store for you. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to start at his place because your handler promptly ushered you to the front door, into the frigid cold.

You sat in the passenger seat as he drove you to the club. It was almost six o’clock but from what scarce information you could get out from the festive celebration planning committee, this event started at four in the evening and was scheduled to go all night long. When you arrived at the club the line was already snaking around the corner.

Your handler drove by towards the separate staff and VIP member’s lot. As he pulled in, you saw more than a half dozen other couples mingling around their cars. As the car light passed over them you saw the row of doms in the identical elf outfits next standing next to their own normal clad subs. From just the briefest of glances of the way the subs held themselves and how close they clung to their partner’s side, you knew that they were as much in the dark as you.

Once you and your handler got out, everyone started to group up and move towards the main entrance. All of you walked past as the bouncers let you all in with a smile and a nod. Past the doors, you were welcomed to a wintery wonderland.

Wreaths were hung on every door, the banisters and barstools were wrapped in garlands of holly, club remixed Christmas music was playing over the speakers and all of the club’s furniture was dusted with a layer of fake snow. The place almost looked warm and wholesome. If it was not that at every other table were club models standing or posing while wearing nothing but ribbon, some tinsel, and a strategically placed bow.

‘This must have taken all day to get into place.’ you thought to yourself as you and the rest of the subs took in the sights of the decorations. In the packed club, you saw that the guests were in a mix of festive clothes and traditional kink gear. 

Your handler stepped out in front, no longer looking out of place in his elf outfit, and said, “Over here, we have a special job for you all” as he and the other doms led the far end of the club to the backstage door.

Stepping through that door you were welcomed to a bit of kinky normality as the presence of the festive music faded away to be replaced with the sights and sounds of the club’s backroom.

A slew of stagehands was dashing around helping models with their makeup while attaching and fixing their ribbon and tinsel wrappings as a handful of others were running through the hallway barking and relaying various status updates about the lights, inventory from the bar, and orders from the kitchen. Then off in the corner, the other staff and bartenders were sitting down, eating their bagged lunch, and enjoying their breaks

One of the headsets wearing stagehands hurriedly approached the group with his eyes darting between your handler and his clipboard as he started to count the people, “one, two… four five..six… seven and you. Are these for the-”

“Ah ah ahh~,” your handler said, cutting him off with a mock playful voice while bringing his finger to his lips.

The stagehand paused for a moment, mouth agape, before rolling his eyes and correcting himself, “… for the ‘special surprise’?” in an exaggerated tone.

“Yes, they are,” your handler beamed in a childish grin.

“…Fine,’ The stagehand signed before turning his attention towards the subs, “come along ‘helpers’, we need you in the makeup room.” Walking away as he snapped his fingers to a few stagehands walking by to get their attention. “..and for you all” as he turned back to address the doms “You guys can go back on to the floor, just don’t cause a scene.”

“No promises.” your handler replied with a wink as they departed back to the club. 

The makeup room was empty. All the furniture and mirrors were pushed to the side to make room for the eight huge boxes laid out in a semicircle in the middle of the room, each one gifted wrapped in green paper and a golden ribbon bow onto each one. 

You waited a moment, eyes locked on the boxes, waiting to see if anything would jump out from them. Sensing the hesitation from the group, the head stagehand let out an impatient sigh, “Do you guys not know a present when you see one? Honestly, I don’t know what your doms put you through… Go on, open them! Chop chop!”

Letting down your guard a bit you broke away from the group to slowly approach the box in the middle with your name on the tag, you tore away decorative paper, removing the cover to peer inside. You were met with a distinct shine and shimmer of freshly minted latex, neatly folded inside the box.

Confusion mounted as your hands reached out to grab the material, lifting it up and allowing it to unfold as you brought it up to eye level. It was a full body catsuit. A brand new going from neck to feet with gloves, a ball pouch, and cock sleeve. 

Looking at it, you could tell that this was the result of the measurement session your handler scheduled for you. Looking back in the box you saw a high quality leather pony-like hood, with black glassy lenses for the eyes, and sockets on top of the head. Rested under that were some sticks and some bands for harnesses.

“Yes yes yes,”  the head stagehand said, “Your Christmas gifts came early this year. All right bitches, strip down and suit up!”

On cue the stagehands sprung into action, grabbing gloves and bottles of lube on a shelf by the front door. They paired off with a sub, exchanging the bottle of lube for the sub’s clothes, folding them up, and placing them neatly aside. After that they went back to assist the subs to get evenly covered before helping them into the suits, making sure everything slid in the right places. 

As you slid into yours, it was no surprise that the catsuit was perfectly made for you in every way but looking around at the others how they broke away stagehands to examine at themselves with amazement, flexing their arms and wiggling their toes and stroking their dicks in disbelief at how well the suits fit them.

Each stagehand switched out the gloves and pulled out a pocket-sized bottle of latex shiner and a blue rag, the smell of the shiner filled the air as they poured it on their cloth. They were diligent in making sure each one of the subs was properly polished to a mirror shine. When the helpers were done, eight shiny subs were awkwardly looking at each other as they stood next to their christmas presents. 

The staff allowed you all that moment of inspecting their bodies before they soldiered on, taking the equine-ish hoods out, and began the process of helping each sub to put it on. The mask’s hole was a tight fit but after a push, your head rushed through as you were greeted by the sensation of your own hot breath bouncing back from your hood and onto your lips and your nostrils filling with the scent of new leather. Your stagehand took an extra moment of wiggling and adjusting the hood, making sure the eyes and mouth aligned up perfectly with the holes before letting go.

As this was happening you heard the slightly muffled barks of the head stagehand, “Make sure there are no gaps between the neck and the hoods, especially with Baldur over there. I don’t want this show or these costumes ruined because we had to peel him out of it if he starts breaking out later in the night!”

Once all the leather hoods were on and properly fastened on to the standards of the production manager, the stagehands went back to the boxes pulling out a pair of jet black antlers. Your head and shoulders sagged as you let out a groan, realizing what the big secret surprise was.

You bent your knees and bowed your head to assist your helper as he fastened the accessories with a push and twist onto your hood.

Following that you heard the manager say, “looks good, look good, but let’s step it up. Curtain time’s almost here and I do NOT want to keep the big man nor the guest waiting a minute more than they have to.”

At that comment, the stagehands redoubled their pace as they went back to the opened boxes and scooped up the black leather straps in their arms. Now that they were no longer obscured by the catsuit, hood, and antlers you saw that every single one was lined with bright shiny golden bells with matching metal hoops. Lifting your arms out, you allowed the stagehand to fasten the chest harness, biceps, forearms, thigh, and calf straps onto you.  

When everything was done, eight black and gold shiny glinting reindeers stood in the room. As you examined the others it was almost impossible to identify the subs underneath the hoods and gear. 

“Looking good, looking good. Alright reindeers, move out! We need you at this stage now. Let’s go…. MUSH!” the head stagehand said, waving his clipboard, motioning all of you out the door and into the hallway. 

A small symphony of bells rang from the room as all of you filed out into the backstage hallway and past the group of workers, all paused to stare at the parade of reindeer marching towards the main stage. Hearing bartenders and models’ murmurs you tried to keep your head up and eyes forward. Approaching the stage, you saw what everyone was trying to hide.

The stage that was normally reserved for the night’s pole dancers and strippers has been redecorated to fit the festive theme of the rest of the club on the other side of the curtain.

The stripper poles were all covered in the same garlands of holy, spiraling from the ceiling to the floor. Fake fluffy snow carpeting the floor with plastered snowman statues scattered around the snowy banks.

White wooden arches were placed at the beginning and end of a cleared-off path that led from the one side of the stage, circling to the main prop in the center stage, then ending on the other side. The centerpiece of it all was a giant red and gold sleigh. Looking at it, you hoped that it was either not meant to be pulled or not that heavy. 

“So here are my trusty reindeers for the Big Night. Just look at them all!” said a man with a booming voice. Even before turning your head, but doing so out of respect, you knew who he was, the owner of the club. Your eyes set on him and you instantly realized what role he was going to play tonight. 

He was decked out in a long red and white coat with matching pants, a belt with a huge published belt buckle, and shiny black boots. His coat was wide open, exposing his board and chiseled torso and a red and black harness sitting on his chest.  On top of his head was a Santa hat. 

“I thank each and every one of you for being volunteers for tonight’s event,” he continued, addressing all of the Reindeers. “I’ve wanted to do this for years, just never had the resources to pull it off until now,” he said with genuine joy in his voice as the stagehands were busy dashing around him and the stage, carrying out the last few fixes as another carried a huge burlap bag to behind the sleigh as another handed him a black leather flogger.

“Alright that’s everything” proclaimed the head stagehand, “help our reindeers into their spots. Places everyone!” 

Eight stagehands peeled away from the group to help direct you and the rest of the subs to the front as they began to attach the black straps from the sleigh to the harnesses. Once everyone was in position and double-checked by the stage manager he spoke something into his headset. A few moments later the bumping Christmas club music faded away as the DJ’s voice spoke over the sound system.

“Merry Christmas cretins, I hope you all are getting into the Christmas spirit as well as enjoying the Christmas spirits!” A roar of buzzed cheers rose up as an answer.

“Ok, ok, well let’s get ready for our main event.” the DJ continued, “We have a very special guest tonight. The club had to pay extra for rush delivery but he’s worth every penny. Gentlemen, I have the great honor to introduce, all the way from the North Pole, Father Christmas and his reindeers!”

The crowd exploded with excitement as the stage curtain rose. From behind you, you heard the club owner’s microphoned voice let out a hearty “HO! HO! HO!” that dwarfed the crowd’s reaction “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

You could only guess that the owner was waving his hand to the people since the subs were explicitly ordered to keep their head forward and ‘act as reindeer-ish as possible’ whatever that meant. 

Per your orders you kept your eyes forwards, looking at all guests excitedly slamming their fists on the tables. As you watched the chaos, you saw your handler and the other elf doms weaving through handing out drink tokens. As this was all happening you were grateful that no one could identify you were right now and that all of the guests were at their tables and you were a good distance away on the stage. 

After a few minutes, the DJ continued to say, “Of course, no Santa visit would be complete without pictures and presents! Which is why we are encouraging all of our guests to make their way to the stage to meet the big man of Christmas himself! All we ask is to be careful of Santa’s reindeer, they’re a bit skittish from their long flight, so please, restrain yourself to only light groping at this time.”

Your heart dropped at that, as that one bit of comfort and security of the night got pulled from under you. From what you saw out of the corner of your eye, the reindeer to your left started twitching his head left and right. You figured he and possibly the rest of your herd was going through the same realization. 

At once all of the club guests got up from their seats and made their way to the right hand side of the stage, where one of the elf workers corralled them in a somewhat orderly line.

The line started at one of the wooden arches, halfway between you and the sleigh which meant you were forced to stand at attention as every single club member waited next to you in line. 

“I wonder who’s who under there”
“Look at all that gear, they really went all out”

“Wow they got real sleigh bells, you can hear them jiggle”

“Oh you can see which ones are totally erect right now, I see you little calf.”
“We should sign you up for this next year”

“I wonder if they’re plugged under there” 

The line moved slowly as each person was let through the arches, with the coordination of another elf worker. From what you could hear, the club owner was welcoming each one, asking if they have been naughty or nice this year, followed by stagehand instructing them on their placement, then a flash of light.

From your left, you saw the guest then walk off the stage with their photo and a heavy gift bag with a cock shaped candy cane sticking out much to the excited murmurs of those in line.

The first few were too mesmerized by the experience and presents that they neglected reindeers on the left hand side but as the line progressed the leaving members made sure to give plenty of attention to the other half of the herd.

For the better part of an hour that was all that happened in the club as all you stood there as the guests ogled at you, talked to themselves, and stayed thru to their word to keep the groping of your body to a relatively light amount

Eventually, the line began to thin out and then finally ended as everyone got their photos and presents from Santa. 

As the last guest returned to their table the DJ’s voice spoke through the sound system yet again, “Well it looks like Santa has to go but as an extra present to all the good boys here, he’s leaving his reindeers here for some ‘reindeer games’”

The crowd went wild. 

With that comment four of the original elf doms that you came in with walked on stage, pulling wheeled wooden pillory in each hand, as a fifth was carrying out piles of soapboxes as they started to line them up. The club began to move up from their seats to make their way back on stage.

Adrenaline pumping you saw that each pillory was fitted with a curved stick that held a bundle of fresh mistletoe right above the center hole.


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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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Your handler was looking forward to this for months. After a brief hiatus, the famed BDSM Con was returning and your handler was already making plans when the mere rumors started circulating around the city’s underside. It was one of your handler’s favorite conventions and he decided that you were going with him this time around.

The convention was held at a convention hall in the next state over, during the upcoming long weekend.

In the months leading up to the weekend event, your handler wrestled your paychecks away from you and started siphoning a hundred or so dollars from each check into a private banking account. All to make sure that you had enough money to cover the cost of the tickets, hotel room, travel expenses, and of course paying your handler’s traveling agent fee since he was planning everything. He also forced you to call in your vacation day from work, to ensure that you were able to attend all four days of the convention.

Soon the big day was here, you were awoken at the crack of dawn by your handler’s eagerly rocking you awake. Groggily you shuffled out of bed, performed your morning blow job duty, moved your luggage into the car, and prepared for the long drive. 

After a few hours of driving, you arrived at the hotel your handler booked with your money. Once checked in and your bags were put away it was time to go. 

It was a short walk to the convention center building as your handler lead you to the crowded ‘Will Call’ line to pick up the badges. 

The receptionist asked “which is which?” your handler definitively stated that he was the Dom and as he turned to you, in a bit of a louder voice, stated, “And here’s my sub!” While you knew where you were, the fact that your handler said that about you in front of the crowd in broad daylight, caused you to blush a deep red.

The receptionist chuckled as she applied something to the two badges before handing it and a pair of lanyards over to your handler with the comment to not mix them up once inside.

As your handler slipped it around his head you noticed that his badge has a sparking red sticker placed on it, when he handed your badge you saw that yours had a bright light blue sticker applied to yours. As you two were ushered out the hallway towards the main hall of the convention, you were able to inspect it further as you saw a white text on your sticker that labeled you as ‘sub’.

You turned the corner of the hallway you finally looked up to see the main hall of the expo hall and your jaw dropped. The entire hall was full of kink.

Booths and booths of kink. 

Laid out in front of you there were booths of every aspect and genre of the entirety of the BDSM world. There were multiple booths of companies showing off their latex and leather gear, accessories and tools, exotic sex toys,  and media equipment.

You were blindsided by the size, scope, and concentration of it all within this one space. Looking around you saw some major companies of the scene, as well as dozens of local stores and start-ups. On top of that, the entire expo floor was packed with guests all wandering around the booths just window shopping, or stopping to examining the merchandise as they perused.

The guests themselves were just as awe-inspiring, leather daddies, human pups on either two legs or on all fours, and dozens and dozens of people in latex outfits or full gimp suits. 

Along with those there were more moderately dressed guests that were still sporting vests, jackets from local leather shops, while others had obviously coded messages on their graphic text t-shirts. On every one of their badges, they had either red or blue stickers shining in the building’s fluorescent lights. You looked at it all in amazement, never have you seen hundreds upon hundreds of people from the scene before, and here they are, just milling around so openly in the middle of the day.

As you just stared you felt a strong pull from your hand. Snapping out of it, you recognize that it was your handler yanking you out of your stupor as he brought you inside. 

The convention had so much going for it, on top of the expo hall, there was an artist den that had an array of tasteful and raunchy illustrations, as well as latex and leather-clad furniture for sale and enough swings and racks to refurbished any dungeon twice over.

Your handler dragged you up and down the rows, gaze darting from side to side, scanning the merchandise. After walking through the first row, he emerged a new leather chest harness, a new flogger, and a set of latex-lined handcuffs that he quickly attached to his belt. 

As for you, he bought you a “Lil Sissy’’ outfit set that came with pink thigh highs, matching panties, a frilly tutu, and a shirt that said “Daddy’s Little favorite” in matching pink font. From the same booth, he picked up a matching butt plug and a new pink chastity cage. 

Your handler ordered you to immediately go and change in the nearest bathroom. As you sheepishly went in to change your outfit you saw plenty of other blue stickered guests also changing into their assigned outfits from the open bathroom stalls. 

You emerged a few minutes later, and after doing a curtsy to your handler, you followed him along as he led the way through the rest of the convention. 

After the first round, your handler went back to the expo floor, stopping by the booths to examine merchandise, network with some local organization, and catch up with some of his local and internet friends that he ran into.

Throughout the day there were kink panels running in the main and side theaters. Those consisted of reveals of a company’s newest models or technology gadgets or Q&A panels from influential actors, illustrators, and animators from the scene.

Between them, there were also panels that were exclusive to either doms or subs.  There were bouncers at the dom exclusive panels making sure each guest was allowed to be there.  While the dom panels were kept secret from you, you saw that the panels for subs were all about best tips and techniques to serve better, professional experience, and even a mass group hypno session. There was even a designated ‘sub baby sitting’ station for the doms who wanted to attend dom exclusive panels and needed some supervision for their plus one. 

You mostly stayed with your handler as you, looked at the merchandise, attended panels, and wandered with starstruck eyes around the convention. After a few hours of people watching, your handler pulled you into a line for a panel. 

As you looked around, you noticed your handler lead you to an offshoot of an incredibly busy panel line. This door was protected by two leather-clad bouncers who checked your handler’s name against their tablets. The bouncer took one glance at you and said, “this must be your ‘contribution’ then” before opening the door to let you two in.

The room looked like a normal green room, with two other couples waiting as well. One was a leather handler holding on to a very tight leash that connected to his latex human pup while the other pair was a well-toned 20 something man holding the reins to a 40-year-old man who was on all fours, looking straight ahead to the door marked ‘stage entrance’.

Your handler strolled right in as he acknowledged the others, fixed himself a snack at the food table with a cup of coffee, and made his way to a chair. Having no idea what was going to happen, you resigned to stand next to him.

After a few minutes of quietly standing there with everyone else, you heard the murmurs and movement of people filing into the main stage room. You looked at the other two subs nervously as you straightening your girly outfit trying to make sure not to crumple your new tutu. There was a moment of silence then the entire theater roared and applauded in excitement as a microphone amplified voice started to speak. Even with the microphone, it was impossible to decipher what the man was saying through the walls. The best you could make out, it sounded like a person acting as a hype man, warming up the crowd for something. 

That went on for a few minutes until one of the expo assistants opened the door and told the leather dom that it was ‘their time’. The leather dom nodded, stood up and strolled across the green room, pulling the human pup as he went. From the way the dog was looking around the room and how he moved on all fours, it seemed like the pup was left just as much in the dark as you. 

As he was lead out, there was a few moments of silence before a roar from the unseen audience erupted yet again. The microphoned voice spoke back up again, this time in a T.V show tempo. There was a conversation that lasted for several minutes where the audience cheered and laughed along.

The crowd then went quiet before they participated in a three-syllable chant, growing louder and louder. That chanting stayed at a steady raising pace for minutes until it was suddenly interrupted and killed by a disappointed groan. The microphoned man said something in a mock apologetic tone that caused the crowd to jeer in unison.

There was a brief pause and then the show assistant knocked on the green room door and informed the young dom that it was his time now. The dom lead his older sub away through the door and like before the microphoned voice delivered some type of speech and conversation as the crowd applauded and then went back to chant of those same three syllables. The chanting grew louder and louder than before but ultimately ended in disappointed groans.

The next few anxious minutes that followed seemed like an entirety that was abruptly interrupted as the assistant knocked on the door and informed your handler it was his time. Your handler nodded and made his way to the door, with you obediently following along.

As you walked by, the stagehand whispered, “good luck” to you. You made your way with your handler through the small corridor to a side of the theater. You and your handler were greeted by another stagehand who halted you two, looking on to the stage for the right moment. 

You heard the microphoned voice say “We haven’t had any luck with the last two contestants, but let’s see if this last one will provide the gusto to success!” that was when the stagehand ushered the both of you on stage. 

As you walked on stage and you were blinded by the bright lights shining on you. Blinking for a few moments your eyes adjusted to see the audience. 

The theater was jammed packed with people in leather and rubber and they were looking at you. Every single member of the crowd was in gear, from head to toe with the shine of polished latex and metal straps glinting as you scanned the room.

And they were all cheering at you. 

The microphoned voiced boomed from your left as you turned to see the host of the show. He was a tall man with straight clean-cut brown hair, stylized with hair spray. He wore a custom-made leather suit, with a red-dyed leather blazer with yellow trim and a red and yellow striped tie resting on top of a yellow leather undershirt. He was holding a tall thin mental microphone stick and string, the same types you see on old television shows. 

In an unbreakable toothy smile, he welcomed your handler and you to the stage as he continued, “Normally we have a little warm-up and ‘get to know you’ session but our stagehands say that we are running a bit short on time.” The audience let loose a sarcastic grown of disapproval. 

“Do you know why you’re here?” the master of ceremony asked as he leaned the microphone towards you. you stammered out a meek, “uh… no”. The crowd laughed at your response. 

The host chuckled, “well, I’m the showrunner of a fairly popular online show as well as one of the guests of honors at this year’s BDSM con. As a result, I was asked to run a special live show every day of the convention, to show off companies’ newest and upcoming merch in a more… personal and intimate way.” he trailed off as the crowded whooped and cheered.

After a crowd died down the host picked back up, “Today we have one of the newest toys, hot from the silicon molds.” as he moved out of the way to reveal something that was hidden from your view. In the middle of the stage was a huge granite patterned rubber fist and arm standing erect on a little table next to it was a tub of lube with a modified handpump. On the fist, you saw the glint of a golden bracelet resting halfway down the granite forearm.

Your heart plummeted as you finally made the connection just before the show host began explaining it to you. “You see champ, we have this lovely sculpture donated from one of the local silicone ‘artists’, he affectedly calls it, ‘The Boulder’ and we are all here to see if any of our guests can….” 

“TAKE THE FIST!” the crowd chanted in response.

“We need to see if you can take the entire thing to the bracelet… without cumming along the way, you think you can manage champ?” the show host followed up.

Your mouth went dry as it was all explained to you, eyes now fixated on the silicon monstrosity, painfully aware that every eye is on you. While you have done some public exposure and stunts at the behest of your handler, this was definitely the biggest crowd you asked to perform in front of.

You took a deep breath, nodded, and slowly reached under your tutu to pull down your pink panties. As you tugged on the underwear you became painfully aware of how hard your cock was pressing against the pink plastic chastity cage. The crowd cheered in celebration but the moment you reached behind yourself and pulled out the plug your handler bought for you, they went wild. “Oh! We have someone who was lucky enough to come somewhat prepared” commented the show host.

In slow deliberate steps, you slowly made your way towards the table. You knew that you were as prepared as you were going to be since your handler as always prided himself on keeping you well trained and on your toes for any exercise or activity he suddenly threw your way.

To boost your confidence, you tried to put on a show, preparing yourself with the tub of lube, flirting with the crowd. You were able to garner a few murmurs and exciting talks from the audience but you knew exactly what they wanted to see, and what you had to do to get them to cheer for you.

You nervously circled in front of the table, tried to give a confident wave to the crowd as you propped yourself up to get up on the table as you began to straddle out your legs and spread open your ass to accept the massive fist. Your body was now on fire with both embarrassment and arousal as you took one last steadying breath before bent your knees and started the show proper, as the crowd finally started to cheer you on.

As you slowly lowered your ass down, you were bracing for the initial impact, and even though you prepared cool slimy silicone making contact with your ass sent you into a jolt of excitement running up your spine.

After recomposing and straightening yourself you lowered yourself down yet again. Now you could feel the individual ridges of the fist’s fingers against your taint and with the sensation of touch to guide it to where it needed to go. Taking one more deep breath, you closed your eyes and focused on what you needed to do, what the audience and your handler expected of you.

You start by lowering your left knee as your hands clasped each cheek, spreading it apart as far as you could. After a bit of fidgeting, you found the best position and angle. You slowly bent your knees and brought your ass down onto the toy. You felt the familiar mounting pressure of the toy pushing your ass hole. With a grunt and another steady thrust down, you felt your hole gave way and stretch out to accept the first two knuckles of the silicone rubber fist.

Once that started, you lowered your right knee as well, bringing it down to a level as you wiggled and squirmed your body to get everything lined up. As you did so, you heard the tell-tale squelching sound of your lubricated hole being used again. Now you feel each bent knuckle pressed against you before they were pushed their way into you.

As you were focusing, you heard the show host say “It looks like this contestant is diving right down into it, already working on those dainty little fingers” as the crowd broke out in a cheer.

Trying to tune him out, you kept your eyes closed and continued to focus on the task at hand. Wiggling and constantly readjusting yourself you recognized that you just took all four of the fingers inside of you. “And it looks like our guest just took the fingers, lets see if he has the stones to go beyond that” the crowd cheered loudly. “Don’t get too excited everyone,” the host added, “let’s see if the little one can take the thumb and widest part before we pop the glasses, and even then he still has so much to go before he can…” “TAKE THE FIST” the crowd answered.

Hearing the active play-by-play was both demeaning and encouraging to hear the progress reports of your current herculean task. Even though you were looking dead at the audience, you could feel everything that was happening below your waist. You could feel the fist begin to widen more and more as you felt the curled thumb brush up at your entrance. With determination, you pressed on. Slowly but surely you felt your ass take the widest part of the fist. Too wrapped up in the excitement and moment of being on stage, performing for BDSM con, you kept pushing harder and harder against that thumb. Until there was a small give, something inside of you shifted as the rest of the silicone hand was swallowed up by your hole.

Within that second you felt each sculpted rivet and texture rush past your pressed prostate. That intense sensation almost caused you to blow your laid right there. As soon as the moment came, it was gone, rushing deeper into you. The rush and sensation and the wave of relief that crashed through you were so powerful that you had to steady yourself in fear of falling over.

The crowd went wild once you regained your footing and lifted your hands in the air in victory, allowing a moment of rest. The hardest part was conquered, “Now, just the rest.” you thought to yourself “just the rest of it and I win.”

Placing your hand onto your kneed you started a series of steady squats. Every bend at the knees slowly rocked the fist deeper and deeper into you. 

Once you got comfortable with the prostate pressure and routine you started to showboat to the audience, blowing kisses to some, pointing, winking at others, and even performed a little cancan dance with your tutu. All as you slowly work your way down to the arm.

The crowd lapped it up as you continued your work on the toy, the crowd shifted from the normal chant of “TAKE THE FIST” to “SIT THE FIST”. A while later some part of the crowd changed it to “SIT THE FIST, SISSY!” which further degraded to “SISSY FIST” which was quickly picked up by the rest of the theater.

Eventually, you decided to steal a peek between your legs, to see exactly how much of the toy you took already and how much of the arm was left. To your delight, you discovered that there was just an inch and a half from where you were to the golden bracelet that marked your finished line.

Bringing your head back up to the chanting audience you pointed down at your waist, showing off the remaining distance as you shouted, “Do you think I can do it?”

The crowd roared in response, stomping their feet, clapping, and cheering for you to continue. As the chant of “SISSY FIST” renewed and doubled in intensity. 

There you stayed basking in the spotlight and degeneracy as you put your mind to tackle the home stretch of this initially impossible challenge as you kept on the steady pace with your squats. You could feel the solid fist go deeper and deeper. You could feel your heart racing with excitement, and anticipation of your accomplishment. Yet with all of that, you still maintained control of it all. 

Taking a peek below you saw there was only a half-inch left until the gold finish line and you watched as you pushed down even more as a quarter-inch slowly disappeared. Seeing the flint of the gold and that goal being so close now, you couldn’t help but inhale and put on a giant grin, as the crowd continued the chanting, “SISSY FIST” now in a slow, expecting beat.

As you brought your head back up, you stole a glance behind you at the show host who had been quiet ever since as you began your work down the wrist. You saw him, still standing there with his tall silver microphone in one hand. But held in the other hand, by his side, you saw him holding a small round object. 

In an instant of insight, your eyes darted up towards the show host, you saw his eyes flashed with excitement as a smirk grew on his face as he flicked the remote in his hand.

All at once, the silicon fist that you spent all this time working on sprung to life with a sound and sensation of buzzing. It rocketed through your body, shaking you to the core and carrying past that as it went up to your spine and raced straight to your head. The slow, controlled burn of arousal that you were managing throughout the entire show exploded into a wild blaze of sensation and lust as it overwhelmed you. 

Some basic part of you recognized what was happening. 

Apparently, the rubber fist was outfitted with numerous vibrators inside of it. One of each knuckle and one right at the base of the wrist. And they were all turned on at once. And they were now vibrating right against your prostate and shaking the rest of your body in the process.

Your final squat was interrupted, as your entire body froze like you were a deer in the headlights. All of your muscles tensed up in response to the sudden assault on your senses.

A moment later your groin began to twitch and spasm with the telltale of an oncoming orgasm. Without thinking you moved one of your hands down to try to stop what was coming next. Even the faintest touch of your own hand was just enough to push your cock over the edge. You moaned in defeat as your entire body convulsed and twitched as your dick squirted out the load of ruined orgasm into your cupped hand. 

Your stood stock still gasping as you felt your cum slowly start to trickle between your fingers. The crowd went dead quiet.

“Oh, touch luck champ… No one’s ever prepared for the vibrators.” The booming voice of the game host said as it echoed through the theater as the crowd started to boo… at you.

“Well, it looks like our granite fist is still undefeated!”  As the crowd’s direction and attention shifted back to the show host as he came up from behind you, taking over the spotlight. Leaving you in his shadow as you slowly ease your aching body off the toy.  “But let’s give our contestant a hand, ladies and gentlemen.”

Mocking applause filled the room. “And …” as the game host continued, cutting through the crowd’s response, “…because he was oh so close to the final mark. Let’s see if we can get him back for tomorrow’s show! Would you like that audience? A return visit to see if our little star can conquer the granite boulder?”

The audience cheered at that. 

You slunk away to meet up with your handler, waiting to shamefully walk off stage. The only thing you could hear was the hall full of people cheering at the prospect of your returning again. 

“And folks, if he fails after that… we’ll keep bringing him and his cute little outfit back until he takes it!” The show host looks at your handler, who nearly shugs in approval

As you leave the stage, heading back to the green room you hear the chant the entire theater they made for you.

“SISSY FIST” “SISSY FIST” “SISSY FIST”

SISSY FIST.

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After a long winter and a delayed start to spring. It was finally nice enough weather was nice enough to be called pleasant and your handler was getting antsy to finally get out and do some traveling. 

Reaching out to a good friend, your handler informed you that he had acquired a fully souped-up R.V and in the same breath ordered you to call your work and blow the two and half weeks of vacation time you saved up because he was going on a transcontinental tour of the country and you were going to be riding gun along the way.

After pulling some strings with the administration in your office, you were reluctantly approved for the road trip. You had to tell a few white lies about your reasons and intentions for taking such a huge amount of time off in such short of notice, fibbing and saying that the events out of your control cause this to happen, which was true, and that your hands were tied which knowing your handler was going to be true.

Your handler spent the next few days hurrying around, making plans, buying travel food, researching, packing and scheming. He kept an airtight lip of what you two were going to be doing throughout the trip but judging from some of the packages that were in the trash of your handler’s trash bin, you had some guesses and none of them were ideal for traditional rest and relaxation  of a normal vacation.

Soon the big day was here. The first thing in the morning your handler woke you up from your sleep and ordered you to get dressed as he prepared the last minute preparations. Blinking bleary eyed at the bed stand you saw that your handler already had your outfit laid out for you, relaxed blue jean, your favorite pair of athletic sport boxers and a white t-shirt that had sex toy logo printed just above the bright red letters that spelt, “Beta Tester”. The clothes were all folded in a neat pile, and laying onto was a brand new remote controlled vibrating plug.

Laying eyes on your assigned wardrobe you took a deep breath, catching the scent of freshly brewed coffee in the room next over, and started preparing yourself to get into your assigned outfit. After a while you stepped out of the bedroom with everything on and in place.

You were greeted with a bowl with a hearty serving of plain oatmeal and coffee from a camping style canister. Once you downed your breakfast your handler, who was sporting his leather biker outfit, ordered you to grab the last of your things and meet him in the car. You followed obediently, grabbing you own backpack and luggage as fast as you can, while still being careful of the firm latex plug that was nestled deep inside of you. After a short drive out of the city you two arrived at what must be your handler’s friend’s place, by evidence the large white and brown R.V parked out in front of the front yard.

Pulling up to the driveway, your handler gave two small and quick honks on the horn. A few moments later the front door opened up and a tall big burly man with red hair and a full viking beard filled the doorway. The man squinted his eyes at your handler and then stepped out of the front door, revealing he was wearing a white T-shirt that was stretched tightly against his chest and biceps, plaid PJ bottoms, and pink bunny slippers on his feet. 

Your handler stepped out of the car with you following besides him after easing out of the seat, careful not to jostle anything inside of you, and joined the two as your handler greeted the man with a handshake and a strong embrace.

After exchanging pleasantries and reviewing the care and maintenance of the vehicle, your handler handed his car keys to the man as he handed the RV set in return. Your handler then turned to you and ordered you to pack and secure both yours and his luggage bags into the back of the RV and join him in the front.

Your handler sat in the driver seat as you gingerly slid into the passenger seat. As you were readjusting your ass and thighs to get the most comfortable for the most comfortable position for the long ride, your handler was busy fidgeting with the sound system. After a minute of juggling between his phone, the phone mount, and the RV’s radio, you heard the two tone sync notification chime within the RV’s speaker system and and from the firm plug inside of you, matching the beat.

It was at that moment it finally dawned on you what was in store for you. Your handler then flicked through his phone and pulled up his music playlist, queued up with a long list of songs, allowed you to get a quick glimpse of the playlist before turning the screen away from you. With a mischievous grin, extended one finger and allowed gently press the triangle button on the screen.

The RV filled with the starting chords of rock and roll. With the music playing, your plug sprung back to life and started buzzing and rocking your insides in sync with the music, your breath got caught in your throat as the track began to increase the pace. Your handler pulled out of the driveway with a wave goodbye to the man you stayed in your seat, stock still as you felt the plug going off and on with the beat of the music.

There you sat, maintaining your cool as your cock started to respond with a strong twitch as the rest of you was doing your best to act normally in your seat. Despite that you kept your body at a forced relaxed state, not only to try to impress your handler with how unfazed you were with this trick but on the off chance that any spying eyes from the other cars on the road would witness you enjoying yourself a little too much in the passenger seat.

After a few minutes on the town roads rocking out to the music you were actually enjoying the tunes and the general experience, then ramp to the highway was approaching. Your handler cleared his throat and you caught him side eyeing you as he dramatically lifted his right hand off of the wheel and moved it right to the phone, you only just heard your handler say, “get ready” before he pressed the Next button on his phone.

The current song cut out and a half second after that Death metal blasted out of the speakers at full volume as your handler pressed the accelerator to the floor. The drastic shift in music caught your off guard and the sudden applied force kept you dazed for an extra moment. During that moment of hesitation your plug went completely berserk, vibrating the best it could to keep up with the beat of the music at the highest intensity.

You felt the vibrations now spread out from the base of your ass up your torso to the point where you could feel the coffee in your stomach begin to shift and shake inside your stomach. Right at the center of it all was your poor prostate, getting pulverized by the plug. 

Your heart started to race away as a new batch of blood went straight to your cock, as it redoubled it’s effort to press against the cloth of your restrictive athletic underpants to reach its full height and girth. Your body was on full alert and with that it felt everything in a more hyper aware perspective, the already loud music drowning your ears and with that you felt the vibration of the music, only only from inside your ass but from your shoes, legs, arms and chest all thanks to the quality speaker blasting away. 

As you tried to continue to maintain your cool while desperately trying to not move too much as your cock was just about to explode but it was a losing battle. At this point you couldn’t even trust yourself to make any sudden movement that would shift the fabric of your pants against the sensitive tip of your cock. Because you know that if you blow your load now, you would not be given a chance to change out of your wet pants until your handler explicitly gave you permission.

While you thought about that some part of your nearly overwhelmed brain flashed back to the glimpse of the playlist on your handler’s phone and while you did not have time to catch any of the names of the tracks, you did have time to notice the vast number of songs on the list. That’s when it really hit you how long this was going to be. That was when you realized that there was a legitimate chance that you were going to stuck in this position, listening to high octane track after high octane track for hours on end with that you let out a half hysterical laugh that transformed to a desperate moan at the end.

From there your body started to fail you as your eyes started to water, your legs and hips began to squirming in the seat, and you’re breath started to quicken.

On cue your handler yelled over the music, “Can you be quiet!? I’m trying to enjoy the music!” And he carefully reached into his leather jacket and produced a black and red ball gag and handed it over to you. Without having anything else needed to be said, you took the ball gag from him and shakily parted your lips, securing it in place, and latching it around your head.

The taste and sensation of the silicon on your lips was the straw that broke you down, your steady breath gave away to near hyperventilation as you finally succumbed to the overwhelming sensation of the various assaults on your senses. With the safety net of the ball gag secured, some part of you finally broke and let loose all the pent up moans of pleasure and anguish that you were holding back since the start of the ride, all of which being muted by the gag and covered by the music. You did not care anymore of what other people would think of you if they drove by, it didn’t matter anymore.

That is where you stayed. Strapped in your seat, unable to move away from the speaker or get up to readjust your plug and having absolutely no idea what song was next in the queue or for how much further you were expected to bare it. It was all too much to ever get used to, so there you sat in a state of perpetual awareness of everything affecting you second after second. while there was nothing but straight liens of the highway and highway signs passing you by at a steady pace.

After a few hours of agonizing vibrations and staring silently out at the highway you heard a small chime come from the dashboard, with a little orange light start the blink on the dashboard, just on the edge of your peripheral vision. 

Your handler paused the music, and the plug and finally talked to you for the first time since getting onto the highway. “I hear this particular truck stop up ahead has an amazing diner, all the truckers here rave about it. Best flapjacks and glory holes around,” he said nonchalantly added, “guess which one you’ll be tasting?

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After a long month of long term servitude, experimenting with impact play, and sleeping in a create it was now the one day off from going to the club, activities, and being the subvert to your handler.

At the stroke of midnight, your handler released his control over you starting with the removal of your chastity cage and locked leather choker collar. After a long peaceful night sleep in the handler’s bed, you woke late with the smell of breakfast in the air. Taking a moment to savor the sensation of the luxury bed sheets across the king sized bed you eventually slid out of bed to join your handler for your meal. Once seated at the table Your handler handed you a plate full of fluffy pancakes, sizzling bacon and fresh fruit.

As you ate, your handler informed you that because of both of your patriotism within the local community, the club gave him a pair of tickets to another city’s club event for later this evening. He then pulled out a pair of two rectangular theater theater tickets and gave them a little shake. After giving him a inquisitive look, he restated his promise that this was still your day off and that this was just going to be a nice day trip to the other local scene. With that reassurance you accepted the offer and went back to eating your breakfast.

From there you spent the day with your handler with him, just relaxing and decompressing in the living room, watching TV and browsing the web. But soon it was the late afternoon and it was time to prepare to head out. Your handler ducked into the bedroom and returned with a pair of matching button downs and ties for both of you. Once changed it was time to head out.

It took over an hour in the car to get to the location of the event, but soon enough we were at the location, an art museum in a quiet yet still respectable part of the city. The building’s lights were on but once you got to the entrance you saw a sign that notified that there was a private event scheduled tonight and it was invitation only.

Your handler pulled into a parking lot that was still mostly filled considering the time of day. Walking up to the new bouncer, your handler flashed him the pair of glossy tickets and you were directed towards the annex wing of the building. Once there was another set of doormen standing by to check for tickets yet again before welcoming both of you in.

With another ticket check the doors were pulled open and you were welcomed to the private museum wing. White walls, bright overhead lights and classical music faintly played above the polite chatter.  The hall below was packed with people mingling around ,through the crowd you recognize some of the doms and subs at your club were sprinkled in with the crowd of complete strangers. Interweaving through the crowd were servers, using around with silver trays of finger food and glasses of champagne. Everyone was dressed up, just like you. 

All of them were wandering around, pursuing the hall and looking at the exhibits against the walls. Against the walls were the exhibits, in their own roped off spaces were the art pieces on displays, the exhibits. Just gazing around you saw a hallway of subs on display, all of them were posing, acting or suspended within the kinky bit of artwork. 

You had to take a minute to properly take it all in, stunned that this sort of display could be held at such a place. As you walked past the door you noticed the other side of the doorway had two statues coated from head to toe in white plaster. Both were sculpted into poses that showed off the absolute perfect muscular human, an act of chiseling that could only be done by an artist professional. They stood stock still and as you looked upon them you noticed that the only part of them that was not covered in plaster was their eyes. Two sets of living human eyes were staring directly at you and they kept tracking you as you walked past them.

As you headed down the stairs and around the crowd you saw all the other exhibits on display, with their artists standing tall and proud next to their creations that their subs were showing off with a mix of professionalism and dominance. There was a latex designer from a company well known for their latex beds with his prized art piece of two subs encased and suspended a few feet above the floor in a custom made queen sized vacuum bed. To add extra insult to injury, the subs were posed in a permanent cuddling pose, facing together,  sharing their own breathing tubes. Upon the latex cover was matching blue and pink sleeping cap secured on top of both of them.

Next to it were additional statues like the ones at the entrance that were meticulously recreated to mimic great famous statues, Farnese Atlas, The Thinker and David but with a distinct chastity cage on the crotch. Just like the other at the front door, the entire body was covered and sculpted except for their eyes , it was the only part of them that was allowed to freely move, as each one was scanning around watching the people who were examining them. This artist was standing by in a conventional heavy smock and ass-less chaps going on about how much time it took to sculpt the bodies after the initial plaster was set.

Beyond that an European man was smoking a cigarette standing next to a giant sized canvas splattered with fresh paint. Standing next to him were the latex covered gimps that were still dripping in bright wet paint.

Further down the exhibits there was the animal segment where these artists showed off their custom stable full of leather ponies which was next to an enclosed playpen where a dozen of human pups were playing around in the area. Each one of the puppies had custom patterns and matching hoods, harnesses, collars and tails. You watched them all play and prance around with their chew toys and pressing up against the playpen fence wall, begging and whining for pets and belly rubs from the onlookers.

Soon you just started to wander around the exhibits by yourself, snacking on the free food and drinks seeing other subs being subjected to the whims of the dom and for the entertainment of others. There was an exhibit  detailing the intricate strings and counterweights to suspend a near naked sub within a metal frame. Beyond that were subs in colorful latex outfits that were being inflated by a tube attached to a motorized air pump.They were all awkwardly standing there as the artistic dom was going over his intentions of the color patterns and the hot air balloons that inspired him for that piece.

In the corner was a hypno tape mixed media artists that had his sub strapped into a custom built chair while he was staring slack jawed at a tablet screen that was strapped onto his head. The sub looked like he was aware where he was, just zoned out for who knows how long.

All of them just there to be ogled, observed and presented for the guests, like you have done so many times before. Soon your excitement was starting to die down, sure it was an exotic exhibit but it was becoming bland and boring as you spent more time on this side. You were just standing there as the passive observer of their scenes, and becoming slightly envious that you were on the other side to experience what was going as one of the art pieces.

After a few hours of going back and forth, viewing and examining all of the art pieces on display your handler approached you to ask if you wanted to check out the gift shop. It was almost a relief when he asked you just to be offered to do something for him, even if it was just to join him at the gift shop. 

Your heart started to flutter again when you fell back to your place as you walked behind him as he led you to the gift shop which was redecorated with some posters, special kinky items, and specialty kits from this exhibit.

As soon as you walked in your handler spun around on his heels, looked you dead in the eyes  and with a smirk commanded you to stand right by the door as he went shopping. He gave you a wink before you left you there, as you started to breathe heavily as you felt as the control being placed back on you.

From that point you saw your handler move with a hunter’s prowl as he stalked up and down the aisles and picked out the various sex toys and gear that were on display. Without ever talking beforehand, you spied that he picked all of the toys you were eyeing the most. After paying he returned back to you with a shopping bag full of wrapped toys, flyers and a few CD disks and a delightful smile.

“I was chatting with the artists as you were wandering around. After checking you out they had an interest in using you as a prop for some of their next art projects” your Handler continued  “But, enough about that. It’s late and time to head back … and judging from the traffic, we’re set to get home after midnight. Which is just about the time,” as he rustled his plastic shopping bags, “that I am going to feel inspired to do some of my own art projects” 

Your heart skipped a beat with that last sentence as you followed him back to his car for the last peaceful night ride back home for a long while.

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“Thank you for waiting, please enjoy your  t-Time.” you stuttered out the last word as you gave them a goodbye nod as the two men walked past after the bouncer waved them in. Soon after the next group of people from the line moved up to take their place, bringing back to the familiar sight of pant belts, and waists obscuring your vision while offering you a slight relief from the chill of the night wind blowing by. That wind also offered a harsh contrast of the warm humid air you felt on your waist and legs.

Like before you steady your breath and repeat the greeting phrase that you have been repeating all night long, “WElcome to the Hole in the Wall…. Erkd, I’m the doormat today….I-i hope you have been doING WH-well. All you could do was smile and nod as you tried to stifle a moan as another load got deposited into your rear, followed by a quick parting slap on the ass before, you assumed, that person left you alone.

That greeting, like the rest of the night, was met with fascinated comments and cooing of the spectacle of you from the guests.

“I cant believe that they can do this.” “It must be illegal.” “Can you imagine what the rest of the inside looks like if this is on the outside?” All you could do was just grin and bear it from having to listen to the same questions yet again as you felt another playful spank on your rear from an unknown hand.

As you were stuck there you mind wandered back to how exactly you got there.

It all stemmed from a running joke from what your handler would do at the VIP members only monthly events. During every VIP night he would always make a point to arrive with you at the club incredibly early, some time you got there with him even before some of the club staff members were supposed to clock in.

Once there you were ordered to stand by the front door and to greet all the other VIP members, as well as offering them any initial services before they entered.

This was all done as your handler kept a vigilant eye on you from across the floor to make sure you always maintained your proper posture, that you personally greet everyone and that you followed through with any of their requests.

At first it was viewed as a novelty by the other members, as they smiled and nodded as they walked by but your handler continued to restate his demand at every VIP event. Soon the other members started to accept your ordered offer of services, first it was just the doms then they allowed their subs to be serviced by you. Your handler kept it up for so long that the rest of the members gave you the nickname ‘Door Matt’.

During last month’s event as you were stationed at the door, you spied the club owner approach your handler, lean in and whisper something into his ear. Whatever he said you then saw your handler lock his eyes on you and smiled with pure delight before he turned towards the club owner and energetically shook hands.

That interaction gnawed at you for the rest of the night as you carried on with your duties. In the car ride after the event your handler nonchalantly informed you that he already ‘booked your next appointment’ but stayed tight lipped about any questions or pleas of information for the rest of the ride home.

Over the next few weeks, you almost forgot about the comment he made, until the day he stepped out for personal errands by himself. Hours later you received a text from your handler with instructions to be a new address at 4:00pm sharp. Feeling uncertain of what was expected of you but you had a gut feeling that it was somehow related to the conversation your handler and the club owner had last month.

The directions took you to a small parking lot, where your handler was there waiting for you. As you pulled into the spot next to him, you stepped out and immediately handed over your keys over to him as he led you down the closest alley.

From your memory of this side of the city you were down by the seedier part of the city, a far ways from the club or the usual haunts.

As you followed your handler down a maze of side and back alleys your handler eventually stopped by a back door of a building. Pausing for a dramatic effect he rapped on the metal door and a moment later the door opened, washing you with harsh fluorescent light as your handler ushered you through.

As you walked in you were greeted with the smell of new paint and freshly cut lumber. As you blinked your eyes to adjust to the light, you saw it. Rows of asses lined each of the recently remodeled walls, all on display. Dozens of men’s lower half bent down into a presenting pose as the top half of the body disappeared into a padded hole in a recently installed drywall.

Scanning the room you noticed that every imaginable type of ass was there; there were twinks with their bubble butts, muscular sculpted ass of jocks, feminine fannies, chunky to down right huge asses. Despite only seeing their bottom half, from their fidgeting and shifting of their stance you knew they were all anxiously waiting for whatever was coming next.

Upon closer inspection each ass on display had a little engraved plaque above them, a permanent marker on a string to the right of each one, a small hanging wire frame basket of lube and wet wipes. Your handler firmly grasped your shoulder from behind and compelled you to walk forward, across the room to the far opposite wall, as you crossed the room your handler talked.

“Yeah we all started working on this a few weeks ago. The club owner approached you as he explained how he got of this crazy fundraising idea after being inspired by your actions. It took a while to rent out a building and a bit more to refurbish it to meet our… specific needs.” 

As you walked by each rear on display you noticed that the plaques had a the name of the doms that frequent the club, as you walked by the second plaque of the same dom name it finally clicked with was happening.These were the club member’s subs, they were here to be on display and used for everyone who walked in, just like what you have been doing for the past few months.

With that drawing realization you finally noticed something else, next to each presented ass was a small black credit card reader and just above that was a white strip of label maker that listed the price.

As you keep looking at each ass and comparing them to their price, walking by the makeshift bar and ending up at an empty padded hole just left of the front door to an empty hole in the wall that brought in a draft of the outside city life. Looking above the hole you saw a plaque that had your handler’s name engraved on it and to the right was the price tag. All it said was “Free”.

Turning to your handler, he greeted you with a beaming smile as he proudly stated, “I made sure to install this one personally.” Glancing between the padded hole and your handler, you took a deep defeated sigh and did the only thing you left for you to do. You started to unbutton your pants, take off your underpants and slowly slide your arms, then head, and finally your torso into the padded hole. The height from the floor and the dimensions of the hole fit your body perfectly and soon you were in position.

Once you wiggled in you looked around the outside of the building. It was a standard store building but with all of the windows boarded up, craning your head left and right you then realized that you were sticking out onto a quiet side street. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the club’s sign illuminated just between you and the front door, in bright neon lighting it spelt out the words “Hole in the Wall”.

You then felt a light slap on your ass and a moment later you saw your handler emerge from the front door, inspecting you to make sure you were securely in place. After that he ran down your orders for the night.

You were given a standard welcome greeting to recite over and over again to every group of people. While there were plenty of other asses to tap and pay for on the inside, you were going to be the face of this fundraiser. Thus you were expected to pose with the customers and answer any question about you, your kinky life, or about the club.

From there your handler told you that the boys were going to make the online announcement of where the popup club was going to be and that it’s officially open for business. He then gave you a nod and walked back inside as one of the club’s bouncers came out and stood at attention in front of the door.

When the club officially opened up, there was a rush of men eager to line up and get in. During that initial time all you could do was stay in your position as all of the guests hurried passed you only giving you a pass glance, a condescending comment, a tussle on the head or a slap on the ass once they walked around. 

Within the half hour the club filled to max capacity, and the bouncer had to stall the flow of horny men from entering. That was when you had to step up and make awkward small talk to all as those waited to get in. The wait in the line was pretty small, all things considered, but it was still enough time for them to gawk, jeer and ask intrusive questions and you were ordered to entertain them all. All the while maintaining your composure as guests from the inside was freely using your ass in whatever way they wanted.

Back to the present the current group got waved through by the bouncer and the cuter one said, “I’ll say hi to your other half for you.” with a wink as he walked inside as he grabbed his groin. As he did that you couldn’t help but notice the imprint of his huge cock against his skinny jeans.

A few seconds later, you felt a tender hand tap your on the right outermost thigh and it then glided over your right check with the faintest touch of his fingertips before they were lifted as they passed over your crack before touching back down on your left cheek. It caressed it for a bit before the rest of his hand came down to forcefully grab it accompanied by his right hand seizing your right cheek and spreading them wide open.

Despite knowing it was going to happen you couldn’t stop your body from letting loose a spasm of anticipation, which unleashed a trickle of lube and cum to come dribbling out of you running down your taint and eventually clinging to your balls.

There was a distinct and undeniable sensation of spit forcefully landing on your lower back before you felt his cock flopped on top of that spot. Then that cute guest dragged his head and shaft down, slowly running down to your rear and towards your asshole.

As that all happened behind from the other side of the wall, you  were just left with a mental image of what that guy was packing. The head was one the biggest you ever felt in a while and his shaft was as big as your two thumbs pressed together. As the massive cock kept getting dragged down it soon lined up itself into position and then….WHAM!! 

In a fraction of a second you experienced all of what he had to offer at once. The head of the penis parted your partially gaped hole, rushing past your prostate and followed by inches and inches of incredibly thick and sturdy shaft.

The head kept burying deeper and deeper inside of you, followed by the exhilarating sensation of getting immediately filled up by that gigantic cock. It only stopped penetrating you when you felt his hip collide into your cheeks, followed by his nuts slapping against your balls a split second later. You were left breathless during the insertion but as you felt the impact of his hip, some part of you registered that it reached the deepest point inside of you and your body finally allowed you to take a catch your breath.

You then felt his hands fasten on to your hips as he pulled back removing every inch of his cock out of you before ramming it back in again at the same speed and intensity. He repeated the process over and over again, no foreplay, no warm up, just plowing you at full speed. The length, size, speed and pace was all too much for you and by the third thrust you were overwhelmed by the waves of raw feeling cascading over you like a tsunami. 

You tried to maintain composure but you couldn’t hold out and soon you were drowning in pleasure as you finally let loose a moan of long held back pleasure as you broke down to just panting and gasping as every powerful thrust continued to overwhelm you. Some part of you realized that you were fully at his mercy in every aspect as he carried on pounding on your prostate over and over again.

You were totally lost in ecstasy, so much that it wasn’t until you heard, “Damn, he must be getting some amazing dick in there” before you saw that you the line moved up and the next group of strangers were staring directly at you as you were bent over and getting fucked silly.

Casting your eyes up you gazed upon the people with unfocused eyes. Remembering your orders you tried to regain some control to gather enough of a breath to recite the canned welcome that you were able to spout out dozens of times before this moment. But you could never find a moment to fill your lungs with enough air and as a result all you could do was push out a sputtering gasp of the first word a few times before giving up as a particularly strong thrust interrupted your efforts of a civil greeting with a primal moan.

“Well sounds like he’s getting a bit too loud right now, might draw the attention of some nosy citizens or a patrolling police car and ruin the fun for the rest of us who haven’t gotten in yet. Best to keep him real quiet”, he said as he undid his belt and in one quick motion he whipped out his cock and trusted it into your gasping and gaping mouth. 

Even though you saw it all unfold right in front of your own eyes, the mental haze of the pounding was so strong that you were still not prepared for it. Which left you choking and suffocating a half minute before your well trained instincts kicked in as you switched to breathing through your nose and started to take on the responsibility of sucking the cock that was in your mouth. 

Your brain was properly fried and the only thing you could do was squirm in your hole in the wall and to try your best to catch up to be in the moment. Off in the distance you heard the crowd murmuring spread throughout the crowd.

It continued for an eternal moment until the guy pounding your ass delivered one final thrust as you felt the waves and waves of his cum shooting deep into you and coating your insides. Finally felt him slowly pull out and wipe his cock on your cheeks as he finished off with a compassionate pat on the back as he left. 

With that burden from your rear relieved, you dedicated your tattered focus on the man who now moved on to straight up throat fucking you. A few minutes later he pressed his groin right on your lips as you felt his load go shooting down your throat. He left it in there for a moment, in his own post nut bliss before he slowly pulled out his cock from your mouth and wiped the spit and cum mixture on you, painting your entire face before he put it back into his pants. 

The bouncer then commented, “If you guys are all done with the Door Matt, there’s space for you now.” and like that, the man moved on without even saying goodbye.

After that encounter you were completely spent, sputtering with cum and exhaustion as you tried to catch your breath. With tears in your eyes you looked up and saw that all of the men in this group were looking at you with lust in their eyes as each was already rubbing their freely exposed cocks, raring to go.

The only thing you could do was to gather your breath and recite the repeated phrase you were instructed to say, “Welcome to the Hole in the Wall, h-how can I help you to-day?”

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You and your handler woke up on a weekend, as the norm began your day by attending to your regular routines and morning rituals performed. After making a full breakfast for both of you, Your handler informs you that you two will be going to a special event today. “You remember Jerry?” your handler casually said after he finished his last bite

Your mind races back to the last few encounters your handler had with you and Jerry. He was a owner of a local sex toy company, specializing in the… interesting and hardcore designs. Every time he was invited he was always there with a big box of goodies to try out on you. Kinky gear as well as exotic dildos of mythical size and shape. As you were ordered to put them on or use them, he was always there demanding you give him feedback on the toys, in deep intimate detail.

“Well, he received some new final products for his online shop” your handler continued, “and he needs a model….flexible enough to show them off for their website.” Your body surged with exhilaration at that last sentence. Even with the recent development, public stuff was still new to you and your face began to flush with the comprehension of what it would mean to be a model like that. Watching you react and squirm to the announcement of the day’s new agenda, your handler just gives you a flat reassuring comment, “Don’t worry.” After you cleaned the table and the plates, you two left the house and per your handler’s request, both of you were in normal street attire.

You were commanded to take the wheel as your handler idly gave directions that had you criss-cross through the city. Eventually the drive brought you to a warehouse complex off the city. Your handler gave you the specific building and you soon parked in a slightly occupied lot and followed your handler made your way towards one of the near identical warehouse buildings. You step inside and are greeted to an almost normal inventory warehouse full of crates and cardboard boxes but off to the side you see a makeshift photo-shoot set of various steps goods and stage platforms against a backdrop of black leather sheets with a small crowd of people fiddling with the cameras and lighting equipment surrounding the area. 

As you and your handler walk towards them, you spied Jerry talking to another man but as soon as he spotted you he dismissed the man and made his way towards you, “HEyyyy!~ Glad you could get him to come along! Our normal model has been sick for days. You’re being a real lifesaver volunteering your sub like this” “

“Oh it’s no big deal” Your handler says brushing off the comment, “Where do you need him?” Jerry, still focused on your handler, “Oh he needs to go to make up first, the lighting guys almost have everything set and we are still trying to figure out how much of our inventory we can show off today.” he said, signalling a pair of cute girls to lead you away form the conversation and towards the makeshift make station just behind the photo set. The last thing you heard from the conversation between Jerry and your handler was, “oh put him down for everything, he’s good for it”. 

Makeup session was surreal, as you got to the illuminated vanity table the girls immensely undressed you from head to toe, commenting on the cute choice to have your chastity cage be colored baby pink. Once naked they started stylizing your hair, applying foundation and blush all over your body, and constantly talking about your physique and features while never directly any of those comments to you. It felt like you were just a human doll, just there for them to dress up for the camera. Oddly enough they left your face alone, unchanged and untouched.

As they finished putting the finishing touch on your body they walked you back to the set, where you were instructed to stand square in the middle of the set as the continued to talk about you, your body, your size, what light and colors would work best with your complexion and what inventory they thought would be best for the session. All you could do was just stand there, on display for these professionals who had no interest in you at this very moment.

You couldn’t help but look down at your body with makeup on, “enhancing your beauty” one of the makeup artists said, you couldn’t help but feel impressed in how your body looked under these circumstances. All the blemishes were covered up and used perfectly placed contour lines to highlight your pecs, torso and hips, it fills you with confidence from some unknown well within you. As you stand there trying your best to model your best idle pose as your mind drifts away in your own imagination, as you tried not the slump in awkward silence.

After a while they were finally wrapping up their studio prep talk with a “…and it looks like we’re good to get started!” Jerry proclaimed. You came back to your senses and asked “what about…” you said as your gesture towards your makeup-less face. “Oh yes, your handler mentioned that this was a concern of yours, so we got you this from our stock to hide that cute face of yours." 

Jerry hands you a leather pup hood, it felt new with a fresh unmarked black leather base and red highlights accenting the muzzle and ears and the eyes were covered by tinted lenses. As you put it on, your nose was greeted by the scent of new leather as you adjusted the pup hood to align with your eyes . "See that looks great on you! Can we get makeup on the set again to smooth everything out?” As the makeup staff returns to address the area where the mask ends on your neck, the only thing going through your head is that you pray that it covers your face enough to ensure that no one could identify you from the eventual magnitude of pictures. There were no mirrors near by to see if your prayers were going to be answered.

The photo shoot began with you being handed various sex toys from a display table with the instructions on how they want them to be posed with, some action angels across your body, some playful body shots as you hold it inches away from your new mask and each toy almost always had a shot dedicated to it standing tall next to red soda can for reference. The inventory ranged from dildos of all shapes and sizes to motorized inserts, cock sleeves, harnesses, cuffs, and all the obscure accessories you could think of. And it almost became fun, taking your cues from the camera man and striking numerous poses with the toys. It was a pretty easy and tame photo shoot, well as tame as a photo shoot like this can be.

After going through all the items in the ‘to be modeled’ table you thought that you were done what was until you heard Jerry bark out to the crew, “Ok we got the vanilla shots squared away, time to get the action shots going! Someone get the boys and lube!” You heart fell to the ground at that comment, 'of course’ you think to yourself, 'how silly am I for forgetting where I was’ no sooner did you finish that train of thought you saw as two burly men decked out in harnesses, black military boots, latex thongs and elbow high latex gloves walks on to the set, carrying what you hope to be enough lube.

The crew hand moved behind you to place a spare table onto the set, draping it in a matching black leather sheet. Jerry then instructed you to get on to the table, ass towards the camera, you hear the staff behind you continue their talks about getting the cameras prepared and deciding what items to use first. You stood stock still, every bit of the small amount of confidence from the makeup and anonymity of the pup hood came pouring out through your feet. It was only until your handler barked out, “Hey! You heard Jerry.” that you came back to your senses and did what you were told.

With your stomach flat on the table and facing away from everyone, you could only hear the rumbling of heavy equipment moving towards you and the lights reflected off of the backdrop, it looked like they were getting ready for the close ups. The crew continued to talk to the burly men about what toys they should start off with first, the angle to enter it and at what speed. 

They finalized their order and small details you heard ‘Quiet on the set. Ready….. And ACTION!” There was only the faintest tap on your ass before the first toy, poked and then entered your bottom, your body finally slipped out of control as your cock, which was moving between completely soft to half mast, jumped against the plastic walls of your cage.

“Hey boss, do you want us to uncage him up?” one of the gloved men said after you let out a weak moan. “Oh yeah! Great call, everyone loves rock hard cock for the action clips” Jerry replied off in the distance. There was a moment where the men and crew paused as a familiar stride approached the set and the warm touch of your handler graced your groin as with a small jingle of keys he unlocked and removed your cage. Fresh air kissed your cock as it freely swung around. 

Once the footsteps of your handler walked away you heard the crew begin to start back up. Jerry shouted “Alright men, you have cock for the shoot, just make sure he doesn’t blow his load, we still got a tone of inventory to go through.” One of the men gave you a gloved spank on the ass and shouted back “Alright boss, we’ll make sure he’s nice and hard for the rest of these shoots’’.

True to their word, the stunt men made sure you were rock hard and on edge for the rest filming. It was almost magic on how well they could get you going and stop just before you went over the edge and then kept you quivering as they showed off to the camera how every single toy would look, inserted into an asshole. Granted with all the new merch entering and leaving your body, they hardly needed to rev you up, just give you time to cool you down a bit.

After hours and hours of pleasure, always teetering on the edge of an orgasm, you finally heard the phrase that promised you a different kind of relief. “Alright that’s a wrap everybody! good job” the burly men unhanded you, lifted you from the table and set you on your feet while everyone started putting the cameras away and breaking down the set. Your handler met you on the set, with a cup of coffee from a local cafe down the street. From the looks of it he actually stepped out during the shoot and you were ashamed to say that you couldn’t pinpoint the exact time he left. Jerry approached him and started complimenting your handler on your submissive participation during the shoot.

As you grab your clothes from the makeup set, Jerry hands your handler a parting gift of some the, cleaned, toys you used today along with permission to keep that puppy leather mask that you were still wearing, “the color suits you and besides we need you to be back here bright eyes and bushy tail when we host our live telethon broadcast for our official launch!”

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