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The sun was moments away from being gone far off on the horizon. The wolf had his car's sun visor down to keep the damn thing out of his eyes, his ears perked up listening to the increasingly continuous beeping from his automatic parking sensor as he carefully slid the vehicle by the sidewalk. Closer... closer... and there.

The canine stepped out of his car and gave it a few pats. It had been three months since he had bought his brand new porsche, but he still felt proud of it every time he drove it. Such a beautiful piece of work. That's why it annoyed him to no end that he had to park in the street rather than a private garage or parking lot, but he had no choice this time since his business partner's house was so freaking small. Granted, it was in the big city's best neighborhood, so nothing was going to happen to his precious car other than the night air staining the poor thing.

The wolf used the side mirror to adjust his head fur first, then his suit. He was none other than Aiden Denzil, star businessman and co-CEO of the Cannibran industries, a multinational company running on a billionaire environment. Being only twenty eight years old, the grey furred wolf's career had been an extreme success so far, turning him into a multimillionaire, even still being fairly young for that.

A few brushes of his paw removed any hints of wrinkling over his suit. It better, since the thing had cost quite a few thousand dollars by itself. Specially tailored for him, of course, the suit's color was a very dark shade of grey that was really almost black, but it went really well with the full, lighter tone of grey his fur displayed. Underneath the suit, a social white shirt made a good contrast with it, but Aiden didn't bother to wear a tie. Those damn things were pretty much collars! Being who he was, Aiden considered himself well above the stupid social etiquette of wearing them. The wolf gave the mirror a small smile, showing off his white, glistening teeth. He did love to see how his thicker neck fur, all carefully washed and softened, stuck out of his shirt anyways.

With a click on his key, the car's alarm beeped and Aiden headed off. His partner's house was extremely modest, at least for his standards. Sure, it had three whole floors and took several land plots, but he barely even had a garden. The house had a modern look to it, glass walls and windows hidden by long curtains on the top floor, solar panels in the roof and all that fancy crap. His partner was as rich as he was, so he definitely could afford a much bigger house, and yet he chose... this. It made Aiden snort. The wolf himself had a freaking mansion by the city's edge. Tennis court, more rooms than he could count, a pool olympic swimmers could use for practice if they wanted and much, much more. Oh, and a private parking lot. Definitely a private parking lot.

Aiden rang the doorbell and waited, leaning over the door's side. He stared at his car, out there in the open, and grunted. Well, the wolf didn't plan on staying long anyways. His partner hadn't given him the reason for this 'offtime business meeting', but Aiden couldn't think of many things they could possibly have to talk about that they couldn't do it in the corporate meeting room back at the main office. He was, in fact, ready to point that out vehemently if it turned out to be a waste of his precious time, which he was pretty sure it was going to be. Finally, the wolf heard steps, a lock turning, and the door opened.

It was his partner himself who greeted him by the door. Mister Vincent Baines was how everyone else knew him. He was also a wolf, except his fur was black from top to bottom. Or, at least, as far as Aiden could see since he could swear he'd never seen him without a full suit before. The other wolf was taller than him by a few inches, wearing a full black suit adorned with a dark red tie that probably was as expensive as his own set. Aiden envied him, in fact. Black fur was so easy to match with suits. His partner was also considerably older, being at the start of his forties. Forty two, forty three... Aiden could never remember, but it didn't really matter. He was old, that was it. Vincent gave him one of what Aiden liked to call a 'political smile', which was just about the bare minimum a face expression had to have to be considered a smile. Vincent was always stern, kind of cold and always serious. It was good for business, of course, but he did wonder how the guy even had friends. Aiden gave him a smile of his own, much more charming of course, and a nod.

"Evening, Vince. Seriously, answering the door yourself? I have people for that," Aiden made a point of calling him by his shortened name even knowing he didn't appreciate it very much. Seeing that fake smile waver because of it was always fun.

"I have cameras. I prefer to have privacy instead," the other wolf said, being the same serious, polite bastard he always was.

"Yeah, that's why you build smaller houses around your house for them to stay in," Aiden replied with a snicker. Vincent just gave a soft grunt of annoyance, which was very much the younger wolf's goal. The other canine gave way for Aiden to step in, which he did, and led him through the house towards the upper floor.

Being on top of a hill, Vincent's house had a beautiful view of the city, full of lights at night and very visible due to the fact that most of the wall turned towards it was made of pure glass. Modern indeed, Aiden thought, and it actually got him thinking about getting a top floor apartment or something like this. It'd probably be nice.

"View's not bad," the younger wolf said, sitting down on the big couch facing it. That was as far as he was willing to compliment his partner, who smiled politely again. The room was really made for relaxing, since it had nothing but a big couch, a few big chairs that looked pretty comfy and a big fireplace to the side. "I bet you manage to impress a lot of ladies bringing them up here," Aiden commented with a smirk.

"You know I'm married," Vincent said, back towards him. The older wolf was opening a nice-looking bottle of wine on a table to the side.

"Divorced, you mean."

"The papers for that are still going," the wolf replied bitterly.

"Well, married ain't dead anyways, you know?" Aiden grinned, but Vincent just raised an eyebrow while he brought back two glasses filled with red wine.

"...It's a Montrachet Domaine, 1994. One of my best wines," Vincent said, purposely ignoring Aiden's conversation line. It made Aiden chuckle. He took the glass, sniffed it once or twice and proved a sip. It was strong. Very strong, but the taste was good. Not worth the thousands of dollars Vincent had probably paid for the wine, of course, but it was good.

"Eh, you know I'm more of a beer guy, Vince," Aiden just said. Again, that hint of annoyance appeared in Vince's muzzle. He just loved doing that. He certainly had a lot more fun than the old wolf. Vincent came to sit on a chair near the spot Aiden was in on the couch, sipping from his own glass. Vince just cleared his throat, deciding to ignore that remark as well. He did that a lot.

"I suppose you're wondering why I called you here tonight. I think the last time you were here was.. Hmm.. that social dinner my wife insisted on having. Years ago, if I recall correctly."

Aiden barely remembered that. All he remembered about it was that he'd brought a cute cheetah girl with him to impress her, succeeded, and boned her good that night.

"Oh yeah, that. Long time ago, I guess," he commented with a smirk. "So yes, let's talk about this business that couldn't wait until tomorrow morning." The wolf took a few more sips from his wine, ears perked up genuinely curious. "You better not bring the 'our personal lives affect our stock value' crap again, or I swear I'm gonna punch you, man."

Vincent waved his paw. "I've given up on that," he said, quickly dismissing the matter. "You know we've had good numbers this last semester overall, but it was still less than the projected expectative," Vince continued.

"Yeah, because fucking Caleen lowered their prices more than they should," Aiden said, rolling his eyes referring to their competitor. "I've read the reports, sure. What about it?"

"Well, after that, I decided to look into ways to get our numbers higher again," Vincent said, his tone growing more serious now. Aiden raised an eyebrow. Vincent was staring right at him, as if expecting something out of him with that. It started to annoy him.

"You didn't tell me that. And? Are you gonna bring up some crazy idea? You're always the one that discards my ideas," Aiden replied. He drank the rest of his wine in one go. Every single time he spent too much time alone with Vincent he ended up annoyed. A strong drink would help on that regard, he hoped. Specially since Vincent was smiling.

"Hah. No, no. You see, I decided to look into the lowest level for once. See if we could cut some prices down on the low, so we'd end up with a lesser cost up on the end. I thought it was a good idea, you know? I'd never thought of that before that new marketing manager suggested it." Vincent's stare continued, right into Aiden's eyes as he spoke, and now... Now Aiden's ears flickered back. The younger wolf turned serious, for he started to get an idea of what his business partner could be getting to.

It took some effort coming from his experience dealing with intimidating business people to keep his ears up. To keep his tail from swishing nervously or his expression from showing worry. Aiden simply stared back at Vincent. He brought the glass of wine up to drink again just to have a distraction, but it was empty.

"Let me get that for you, Vincent said rather calmly, standing up to pick up the wine and pour the younger wolf another glass.

The thing was, years ago, when Aiden had owned a smaller share of the company, he had gotten genuinely pissed about Vincent's smugness. Back then, when the company was relatively smaller and things were in a much lower scale, the wolf had managed to present a slightly overbudgeted price for a specific set of corks they used in the manufacturing process. A matter of cents, really, small enough that no one would care enough to notice and ask, but considering the huge amount of them the factories bought each month, the numbers managed to get quite high. With a few connections and a sweet deal with the provider, that extra money flowed straight to one of Aiden's not-so-publically-known accounts. And years later, no one but the few involved knew a thing about it.

The younger wolf nodded politely, thanking Vince for the second serving of wine and immediately chugging down some more of it. His partner put the wine down, but didn't sit back down. Instead, he went to the window, hands behind his back, which was turned towards Aiden as he appreciated the view from his own house.

"As I was saying, yes, I looked down. The manufacturing process. It seemed so obvious. After so much time concerned with where to advertise, how to reach new markets, where to open new factories, it had never occurred to me to do it. Had you ever thought of that, Aiden?" Asking the question, Vince turned his head back to stare at the younger wolf again. Those eyes of him said nothing, which only made Aiden's nervosism spike higher. He wasn't liking where this was going at all.

"No. No, I hadn't. Listen, this really doesn't seem like the kind of 'urgent business' that can't wait until tomorrow morning. It's getting late and I'd really like to get home before dinner," Aiden said, standing up. He once again straightened up his suit as he finished giving his excuses.

"Sit down," Vincent said, turning towards him. His tone had changed. It wasn't just 'serious' anymore. It was something new. Aiden found his ears folding back a little against his will and, slowly and reluctantly, he sat down again from sheer surprise.

"You know, Aiden, for all your faults when handling with business, I always thought you were at least an honest man. When people asked me 'why don't you just buy off his part and handle things on your own', aside from them having no idea how much your part is worth, I told them that. I told them you were at least honest."

Aiden's ears folded back more. Again, he drank his wine to get some time in thinking up an answer. In the end, he decided to take the safest way and pretend. He failed to keep his ears up, giving away for a wolf like Vincent that he definitely wasn't relaxed.

"I could almost take offense from what you're saying, Vince," Aiden just said, smiling and giving him a playful chuckle. Vincent gave him a look of disapproval for that, shaking his head.

"Indeed." His business partner stepped up to him and took a folded piece of paper from his side pocket, handling it up to the younger wolf. Aiden grabbed it and gave Vince a confused look while he opened it.

"What's this?" He asked before he looked down at it. Vincent didn't answer. He didn't have to. There it was. Everything he had been doing. The real prices of the three items he had altered, the real prices, and the difference in red. Alongside that there was a year-long projection of estimates with the differences between using those values, resulting in some astonishingly high values. Values Aiden knew too well. The wolf's ears folded back completely now.

"Uhh, w-what's this exactly? Has someone been alteri-" Aiden started, resorting to the innocence card, but Vince raised a paw and cut him.

"Don't bother. I already went all the way to your dealer. I have every statement and every proof to know you did this. Four years ago, to be precise," his business partner said, still standing right in front of the sitting wolf. Those judgemental eyes looming over him now.

Aiden didn't know what to say. He went through the numbers again. Then another time. He couldn't find an excuse to get himself out of it.

"I checked everything, you know. I have grounds for a lawsuit that would take you out of the company with a fine so high that I hope you saved everything you got from that deal and some more," Vincent continued, turning to step away towards his window again. It was good, for at least he couldn't see Aiden's ears pinning down against his head. His tail curling itself over the couch.

"And that's not all. We sell to government facilities too, as you know. We're forced to provide our costs and prices when we do, as you should also know. Lying about them like this, in the scale of money we are dealing with is enough to get the whole company in big trouble. Of course, it won't be the company that will take the flak. It will be you. That's federal prison with these amounts. A lifetime in it, I have been told, and that's not even mentioning taxes."

Aiden's eyes went wide. He looked up at Vincent, who still had his back turned towards him, but he could see... He could see the damned wolf's tail wagging slowly. He was taking pleasure in that! It filled Aiden with anger, but he couldn't find words to say. He was just... He could lose everything he owned. He could go to freaking prison. The notion of it terrified the young wolf and he could no longer hide it. Part of him wanted to believe Vincent wouldn't do that to him. Not after all those years partnered up together, but the truth was, had it been him in the position his partner was right now, he would certainly do it. They'd always been partners, but they'd never been friends. Business was business, after all.

"L-listen, Vincent, I..." Aiden started, but he stammered. The lump on his throat was still there after the shock. He never thought what he was doing could have such dire consequences. He had been a fool not to notice it. "...Perhaps we can come to some sort of.. Deal?" Aiden forced himself to look up at Vincent as he proposed it. What could he offer his partner? Money? He would have much, much more of it with him out of the picture. Aiden knew that very well.

Vincent turned back towards him. He was smiling. The bastard was smiling, making that wagging tail make full sense. A chuckle came right after that.

"Oh, yes. A deal. Perhaps," the older wolf said, slowly. Aiden's heart was thumping against his chest, a spark of hope appearing before the situation he could find no way out of in his mind. Maybe Vincent would accept getting into his overbudgeting scam? Knowing his partner, he found that hard to believe.

"You see, despite what you did, I do like you, in a way. I think there's a lot of potential in you that would be wasted rotting away in federal prison," Vincent continued. The older wolf slowly walked back towards the small table where the wine was set and opened a drawer, taking a few papers out. Aiden wasn't really paying attention, he was just staring at the wolf as a pile of nerves. "I could have just had a law officer handle you the lawsuit directly, but instead, I decided to bring you here and tell all of this personally. Why do you think I did that?"

The question took Aiden by surprise. He hadn't thought of that. Judging by the hints of satisfaction he could grasp from Vincent's face, his immediate answer would be 'to rub it in my face', but he knew his business partner well. The wolf looked down, thinking. There was only one possibly answer.

"You're offering me a deal? Really?" A surge of hope grew inside Aiden again. He didn't like it. Didn't like it at all, but what choice did he have?

"I see you're still sharp," Vincent said, coming back over with a few papers in his paws. The younger wolf's eyes fixated over them. He presented the set of papers to Aiden, who took them warily. Eight pages, Aiden counted. He looked them over briefly.

"What's this, exactly?" The wolf's ears folded themselves back yet a little further.

"A simple contract. Just a small measure of security, really," Vincent stated, his hands behind his back looking down at the wolf. "You will be taking a leave of absence for a few months, effective immediately. At least, that's what it'll officially be. In the meantime, I'll take the appropriate measure to make sure none of this thing you pulled off will damage the company's name, reputation or value."

"What? You can't be serious. You're taking me out of the picture?" Aiden's eyes went wide, his ears folding back even more. The wolf grit his teeth, paws holding the contract up to the point of starting to damage it. Vincent didn't seem to mind, though.

"Did you really expect everything would be the same after this?" Vincent raised an eyebrow. "I'm offering you a choice. You either do things my way, or I'll report everything and we'll let the court handle you. I would prefer not to do that, but I can assure you we won't go bankrupt because of it. You should know that better than anybody."

Aiden cursed inside his mind. The wolf was right. And he couldn't go to prison. He just... couldn't. He didn't say anything, no matter how much he wanted to argue. It's not like he had too many arguments anyways. He started skimming over the contract with his eyes.

"But where would I even go? What's the 'Myriad of Beauty'?" Aiden asked nervously, spotting the name in the contract.

"It's the name of the resort you're staying in. I've been there myself, I assure you it's quite pleasant." Vincent answered, calmly going back to the table to get himself more wine.

"You're sending me to a resort?" Aiden asked, confused. He looked down again, but the contract seemed vague and technical. He'd need a lawyer to properly translate all of that crap.

"Yes. You'll be far away. Honestly, when I found out about your tricks, I felt like sending you straight down to jail, but then after giving it some thought I decided it wouldn't be wise. I think you deserve better, after all." Vincent was still calm as he spoke, which only furthered Aiden's anxiety on the matter. Aiden skimmed over to the last page, where the line waiting for his signature was waiting.

"I... I don't know. I need to think this through. I have to review this, evaluate it, see if I can ge-"

"No," Vincent cut him, turning to look at him. "This is a one time deal. You'll take it here and sign it now or forsake it," the older wolf said, severity weighing over his voice. "You take me for a fool? You'll find ways to cover for yourself, you'll run, I don't know. I'm sorry, Aiden, but I can no longer trust you after this. I'm offering you this deal for the sake of all those years we've been partners." The wolf drank from his glass, pausing to let it sink in. "I did say it was effective as of now, didn't I? Should you sign it, there's a car waiting outside to take you to the airport. My private jet is waiting to take you to the resort. Tonight."

Aiden's eyes went wide.

"Tonight?! But... I have to get my stuff. I have to tell Lucy, this girl I've been seeing. She won't like it at all. She'll-"

"None of that matters," Vincent cut him again, his voice powerful. "I can have stuff sent later. This girl of yours too, if you want, though knowing you you'll have ten in your room before she gets there," the older wolf continued, annoyed. "You either go tonight or wait for the law officer to meet you in the morning." Vincent's eyes met Aiden's now. He could see in them the wolf meant what he said. Aiden felt the pressure of them, everything weighing over his shoulders and over his slightly tipsy mind. He looked down at the contract again, the line right there, waiting.

Aiden imagined himself in prison, wearing one of those orange jumpsuits inside a tiny cell for the rest of his life in the middle of a bunch of other dangerous criminals. A low whimper came from his throat for the thought alone. At least with this he would be somewhere pleasant. He could figure out his future later. He had more than enough to live comfortably for the rest of his life anyways. Maybe start a new business somewhere else...

"...Fine. I'll do it," the young wolf finally said. It brought a small smile from Vincent, who took a pen out of his front pocket and approached, handing it over.

"It's the wise thing to do," Vincent said, nodding. Aiden could feel those eyes over him as he scribbled his signature over the blank line. Vincent took the contract back as soon as he was done, straightening it up and putting it away. Aiden, on the other hand, just let himself slouch back on the couch.

"What's gonna happen after those months? You're not going to report me, are you?" Aiden asked, looking at the fancy ceiling. His ears stayed down this time.

"I said I wouldn't and I won't. Don't worry," Vincent answered. Once he was done putting everything away, he came back to extend his paw and help Aiden up. The younger wolf took it, standing. He felt incredibly small next to his partner for the first time.

"I'm sure you'll like it there. There's a lot of parties and that kind of thing. You like parties, don't you?"

Aiden was surprised that Vincent was actually making small talk while leading him back to the door. They made their way back downstairs.

"Uhuh," Aiden simply answered. Maybe it really wouldn't be so bad... would it? The weight of losing his place in the company was still heavy over him. He reached into his pockets to grab his car keys, but there was a big limo waiting outside, parked right in front of him. The sun had already set, the night streetlights making the whole thing gloomy.

"That won't be necessary. He'll take you there. You can leave the car keys with me and I'll have it taken back to your house tomorrow."

Aiden bit his lip. It hurt him to do even that, but reluctantly, he dropped his keys over the older wolf's extended paw. They didn't share much of a good bye, simply nodding towards each other as Aiden went into the bigger car. Inside it, Aiden reached for his phone. A thousand people he could call went through his mind. People that he should call, but what would he say? Not even his 'girlfriend' made it past the list. Not much of a girlfriend, really, just an extended hook-up. In the end, the wolf just laid his head against the seat and rested his eyes. The wine was starting to turn into a headache.

He barely noticed they'd gotten into the airport through the dark glass of the car when it stopped. The small plane that belonged to Vincent was stationed right there. It occurred to him for the first time that he hadn't even asked where this resort place was, and he didn't remember seeing it in the contract either. He gave the pilot a small nod and went inside, sitting on a small, nice-looking table with a comfortable chair, with a bottle of whisky with a glass waiting for him. He thanked god for it and wasted no time in filling a cup and chugging it down. He really needed that.

Aiden wondered how the place would be. Certainly somewhere with a beach. Probably warmer, too. He didn't like the heat very much himself, but at least there would be girls. A sudden tiredness started washing over him, his eyes getting heavy. The plane's engines started buzzing in the background, then it started moving. The wolf was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He wanted to sit back and relax, but he ended up falling face first over the table as whatever was in that drink took effect over him.

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At first, Aiden was only half conscious. The wolf opened his eyes, but his vision was blurry. His whole body felt heavy and he couldn't quite move. His back felt sore, his arms hurting. Aiden let out a soft groan. He could hear sounds, but they seemed distant and messed up. He felt a little cold, too, and his mouth felt dry. He started by licking his lips instinctively then he wanted to keep his eyes open, but he was just so tired he couldn't help but closing them. Everything hurt, but it was better to stay down, resting, than to go through the effort of getting up. He might have fallen asleep for a few more minutes. The wolf had no idea how much time passed.

"I SAID NO!"

A shout and a loud slam startled the wolf. His ears went up, for the loud sound was very close, and Aiden's eyes shot open in confusion. This time, he could see a little better. Adrenaline from the scare rushed through his body, his heart beating faster as his mind started working.

The wolf was sitting on a cushioned, yet cheap looking small bench at the side of a room. The room itself looked to be some sort of office, but it was a complete mess. A big wooden desk sat at the end of the room, opposing the only door, and the desk looked like it had seen better days. A single wooden chair stood in front of it, while behind it, in a big cushioned armchair that obviously didn't belong in an office, sat one of the biggest bears Aiden had ever seen in his life. Across the desk in the middle of the room stood a rat, small and very, very skinny, with huge bull with his arms crossed standing behind him, to the side.

"It is simple," the bear said towards the rat, his voice calm now, even though Aiden now knew it was him who had shouted. "You either have money, or you don't. You don't, so you make up for it until you do, yes?"

The rat was pale. He seemed like he was about to say something, but he choked. Aiden had no idea who those people were or where he was. The wolf moved, scared. He moved to stand up, even if his legs still felt a little weak, but as soon as he did, a loud rattle of chains filled the room and found himself yanked back towards the bench. His neck hurt. Aiden's eyes went wide when he looked down and back to find himself wearing a collar with a very short chain attached to it and the wall behind him. He wasn't a particularly tall wolf, but it was too short for him to stand up.

"Hmfgh!" The wolf wanted to protest, but as it turned out, he was also muzzled. Smooth, black leather was closed over the grey fur of his muzzle. How had he not noticed that right away?! The wolf felt embarrassment rising alongside fear for using a muzzle like some dog. Not to mention a collar. He quickly found that his hands were also handcuffed behind his back, which explained why his arms hurt so much, but he was still wearing his expensive suit, even if it was wrinkled and dirty now. Aiden's ears glued down against his head. More chains rattled as the wolf pulled on his bonds a little, panicking since he had no idea about what the fuck was going on.

Aiden lifted his head to find all three of them looking at him. The bull behind the mouse had no discernable expression. He was obviously some sort of bouncer type. The rat looked at him with wide eyes, still as pale as he was before, and finally, the bear, who seemed to own this office, just smiled softly towards him. He was the first to look away, as if the wolf bound to his wall was no big deal.

"I decided to give you one more week to pay," the bear continued, ignoring the wolf. The rat's stare lingered at him for a while longer, but he too looked back at the bear. A smile appeared in his face.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much! You won't regret, I'll get you the money. All of it, I swear on my mother's name!" The rat was obviously overflowing with relief. He looked like he would lick the bear's boots in thanks if they were closer.

Aiden kept watching the scene, sitting there. His eyes were still wide, his heart still racing. He tried to recollect the last things he remembered. Vincent had found out about his deal. He threatened him with prison. They made a deal. He remembered getting on the plane, but that was it. Had Vincent sent him to prison for some reason? But they made a deal! This didn't look like prison, either, but what else could it be?

The office the wolf was in was a big mess. Boxes were thrown at a corner near him carelessly. There was a bookcase against a wall, but it was completely full with books and papers in disarray. It smelled weird, like booze and cigars. Heavily like cigars, but that was probably due to the half-lit ones sitting on an ash tray right over the bear's desk.

Their clothes also caught Aiden's attention. The bear was wearing a suit, much like him, except that with the wolf's expertise in the matter he could tell it was a cheap market one. The rat wore a loose t-shirt and tight jeans, alongside a bandana of some sort tied around his head. He had a distinctively ugly face and was the type of punk Aiden would cross the road for if he saw him walking in his direction on the streets. He couldn't possibly be older than twenty one, though, while the bear on the other hand looked well into his forties. Aiden was sure the bull was some sort of bouncer now, for he just stood there with his hands behind his back, saying nothing and looking at nothing.

"But it is not that simple," the bear continued. He had a very, very heavy accent on his english, but Aiden had no idea from what language it was. The rat had an accent too, although much lighter. English was obviously not the first language of neither. "You will stay in here, paying up interest for delay for five days."

Whatever that meant, it made the rat gasp. His despair returned in full strength and he fell down to his knees.

"But that will only give me two days to get the money! Please, I beg of you, just give me this last chance!" The rat spoke with his head lowered, groveling towards the bear who, in turn, didn't seem to mind it at all.

"Take him to room #17. He'll make a good whore. Clients like new stuff," the bear said, waving at the bouncer and ignoring the rat's plea completely. The bull moved at once, pulling the rat up by his shoulder and forcing him to stand.

"No! No no! You can't do this! Please, not that! Please! I'll get the money! I'll get it somehow! I'll get it now, please!" The rat struggled against the bull, continuing his begging, but the bear just rolled his eyes and looked away. The bull dragged the begging rat out of the room without much effort, pretty much carrying him and slamming the door. The mess continued outside, Aiden could hear, but it soon became distant and faded. The bear let out a heavy sigh, now alone with him in the room. Aiden's ears folded back and, even though he wanted to protest, to know what the hell was going on, he didn't quite want to interact with this bear, so he just sat still, looking at him.

The bear casually lit up a cigar, taking some time to smoke it. Aiden's nose wrinkled as the obnoxious smell got even stronger. The wolf was starting to wonder if the bear had forgotten about him. If he should move or something to get his attention, but then those eyes fell over him.

The wolf's ears folded back yet a little further. He met the bear's eyes, but the big guy didn't seem worried at all. Was having a guy bound to his wall something common for him? The bear blew a new cloud of smoke before he set his cigar down on his ash tray and slid his chair back to stand up. He gave a soft grunt of effort as he did, walking around the desk to get closer to Aiden.

For the first time, the wolf could see the bear properly. He was very tall, as most bears were, and had a very thick coat of brown fur underneath his cheap black suit. The big bear did have a bit of a belly, as evidenced by the white-ish shirt underneath the suit's coat, but overall the bear was just broad. Muscles could still be seen over his arms, his chest still powerful, making it look like he still worked out or something. He was definitely over forty, though, for his muzzle had a very gruff aspect to it. He approached with heavy steps until he was standing right in front of the wolf. Aiden found himself pressing his back against the wall and having trouble to look up at the tall bear's face from the low bench with him so close.

The bear bent down and took hold of Aiden's muzzle with his huge paw, forcing him to look up at him at first, then turning it back and forth, as if he was inspecting a horse or something. Aiden growled and shook his head off his hold after a few seconds of it, feeling flustered by the degrading act.

"Stthmp! Lhmmg ggh!" The wolf protested through his shut muzzle, struggling to make discernible sounds. The bear just chuckled.

"Feisty puppy. Has spirit, I like that," the bear said, giving Aiden reason to growl even more. "You're not hurt, yes? Feeling good? No sickness?" The bear asked with what could maybe be considered concern.

"Lmmgh ghhu!" Aiden just protested again, pulling at the chains. He wanted to at least be able to talk properly! Even if this was some sort of prison, they didn't have a right to treat him like some dog. To bind him up like this. This was abuse and he would make sure they'd get their asses sued for it. "Yyu ccnt ddh th-"

A heavy, backhand slap came to Aiden's muzzle all of a sudden. It hurt like hell, so hard it almost threw the wolf off the bench as he staggered, surprised. His muzzle burned in aching pain, the wolf gasping and panting. A finger hooked on his collar pulled him back to proper sitting and then that rough hand grabbed his muzzle to make him look up again, except this time it hurt, especially over the right side where he'd been hit.

"Lesson number one is when I ask question, you answer with yes or no. Simple, is it not?" The bear's voice tone was still calm, yet his voice carried threat alongside it. His rough grab hurt greatly. With his eyes wet, Aiden just nodded as best as he could in the bear's hold. The bear seemed satisfied, for he let him go. "Good boy. Now, I will ask again. No sickness?"

Aiden just glanced up at him. His muzzle still burned, but his ears stayed down and even his tail tried to curl itself over the bench. He felt humiliated and scared, his body hurt and his muzzle even more now, but he understood what the bear meant. He slowly shook his head to answer the question, not wanting to risk another slap at that moment, and the bear just nodded in return.

"Good," the bear just said. He reached towards the wolf's collar, which made him flinch again, but he just started unhooking the chain from it. "I have a... hmm... what is the word... eh, I have a thing for you that will explain things. You will understand everything when you see."

With the collar's chain gone, Aiden stood up, but the bear kept a tight hold onto his arm, so tight it was hurtful. It was as if he was expecting him to just make a run for it with his freaking paws locked behind his back and a muzzle over his face. The bear led him towards the door and the first thing that worried Aiden would be other people seeing him in that state. He didn't have much time to wonder about that, though, as the bear simply pulled him and forced him to keep up, throwing the door open and leading him through a narrow hallway.

A weird smell Aiden couldn't quite place hung around the place, definitely not pleasant. The state of the hallways was pretty much the same as the bear's office: cheap-looking, somewhat dirty and overall just poorly preserved. The weirdest thing was that, now out of the bear's office, the wolf could hear the beat of music playing somewhere. It felt distant and muffled, but it was definitely some sort of dance beat.

Aiden knew it was kind of stupid to be worried about being seen in such a depraved state considering his situation as a whole, but he couldn't help it. At least he still had his suit, even if it had been so mistreated he'd probably have to get a tailor later to fix it. That's what distracted his mind for a little while, as silly as it was. They didn't run into anyone, but then again, the new room the bear led him to wasn't far from his office. He didn't think this building was very big, at any rate. The bear pushed him inside first, then went inside as well and closed the door behind him.

This new room was even smaller than the office. All it had was a couch, which also looked ragged with all sorts of tears over it. Directly in front of it there was a TV over a stand, but it was mid-sized and one of those old CRT TVs. Did people even still make those? The bear went to it, turned it on and crouched down to rummage through the small stands. The sound of static filled the room. There was a... DVD? No, it was a freaking VHR underneath it and alongside it about two dozens of tapes scrambled around it in a mess. The bear started rummaging through them without much care.

"Sit," the bear said in his rough voice without as much as looking at him. Aiden hesitated, staying by the door. He didn't want to sit in that couch. It smelled weird. The wolf just stood there with his ears lowered, but that attracted the bear's attention. He stopped to glare at him. "I said, sit."

It made Aiden's tail curl between his legs. Whoever the bear was, it was better to stay on his good side for now and get revenge for that slap later. His muzzle still ached. Begrudgingly, he went to the couch, which satisfied the bear, who returned to his rummaging with a frustrated "where the fuck is it?!". Aidan sat down hesitatingly. All things considered, the possibility of catching fleas seemed a rather mild threat in comparison to angering some big bear, already mad with his fruitless search. The wolf felt it was wiser to just bear with it and sit down rather than angering the bear any further.

The bear started yanking some drawers open. Aiden's ears stayed down through the bear's angry search. He glanced down at the tapes on the floor, one of them broken as it fell out of its box. That wasn't what caught his attention, however. "Partying vixens"? "The fox and the wolf pack"? If the cheesy names weren't a good indication, the lewd images on the cover made it crystal clear those tapes were porn. Aiden twitched on the couch, feeling even more disgusted to be sitting over it. Was that why the room smelled so weird? Someone fucking jerked off in that room, probably that bear himself! The thought had Aiden scrambling to his feet again, disgust clear in his face. He wouldn't need a tailor, he'd need a damn new suit!

As soon as he managed to stand up again, a heavy paw pushed him right back into the couch. The bear was standing now with a tape in his heavy paw after leaving the stand a complete mess.

"You stay sitting," the bear said, and turned on the TV. The bear popped that tape inside the old VHR and the TV went black for a moment.

"You watch, I come back later," the bear just said, still huffing and grumpy. He didn't give Aiden time to protest, not that he could, before he went to the door. He slammed it shut on his way out and the click of a lock turning followed. The wolf growled. The fucking bear had locked him inside that disgusting room?! Aiden stood up again. He would kick that damned door down if he had to, but then an image came on the TV. His eyes turned towards it caught his whole attention.

Aiden stood there, watching as in the screen, Vincent Baines, his partner, finished setting up a camera facing the desk inside his office and moved to sit down behind it. Aiden knew that office pretty damn well, even if he liked his own much better. Same wooden desk filled with adornments, a phone that still had a wire despite Aiden pointing out that was silly, tons of papers flawlessly organized over it and Vincent's cheesy adornments over it. The video couldn't be too old, since Vincent looked as gruff as ever with his thick black fur. Aiden could swear he was wearing the same suit from the night they met before all this, too.

The wolf in the video sat down and straightened up a few things in his desk. A few papers were right in front of him, so he took a pen and wrote a few things down. Aiden growled. Even in a video Vincent was fucking annoying. He'd skip the damned video forward to go over Vincent's bullshit if he had his hands available. Finally, Vincent stopped and looked up at the camera, same serious, business-like expression he always had.

"If you're watching this, then everything went according to plan, I believe. There's much to be said, but where to start..." The wolf in the video started. Aiden's ears were perked up. What he wanted to know was why he was standing there in a dirty room inside a god-forsaken building with a crazy bear, his hands cuffed and a muzzle over his face and now seeing Vincent in this TV. Vincent was taking his sweet time to speak properly, now rubbing his chin.

"By now I'm sure you know that I found out about your little deal. You shouldn't have done that, Aiden," Vincent continued in the video, shaking his head. Aiden's anxiety grew. The video was specifically for him, then?

"I cannot stand being backstabbed. You, of all people, should know that pretty well," the wolf kept going, fiddling with his pen between his claws. "Well, what's done is done. You made a huge mistake and, for that, you're going to pay. I wanted to throw you in jail right away, you know? Did I tell you that, I wonder? If it were by me, you'd be in jail for weeks now, but then this idea came to me."

The wolf in the video glanced towards the camera with a small smile.

"If you're watching this, you were stupid enough to fall for everything, as I knew you would. I hope you're enjoying your new accommodations? You better get used to them, because they're permanent." Aiden's eyes grew a little wider, his tail swishing around in a mix of emotions. Vincent kept staring at the camera, that hint of a smile plastered over his face as if he was actually seeing Aiden's expression right now. He surely was imagining it.

"You'll be working there from now on," Vincent stated, "I've arranged for an all-included employment that will leave you wanting for nothing. It won't be a pleasant employment, that's for sure, but you can see it as... my personal kind of prison, if you want. You also don't have to worry about anything over here, as I'll be handling everything. You will not be missed." As if to illustrate that point, Vincent went back to writing something. Aiden growled. Employment? None of that made sense!

"You might not have noticed yet," the wolf kept going, "but you're not in this city anymore. You're not in this state, not in this country. I would highly advise against trying to run away, as you have no documents, no passport, no possessions. One in a thousand people might recognize your face around here, but I assure you that none will over there."

Aiden actually sat down on the disgusting couch. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Vincent kept explaining it without as much as looking at him. He was going to be trapped in this place? For how long?!

"By now you've probably met the bear, too. His name is Ruslan. Ruslan Yevdokimov. Fancy, isn't it? I wouldn't call him by name if I were you, though, since I heard he doesn't like that very much." A small chuckle came from Vincent, as if he was actually telling some sort of joke. "An old acquaintance of mine. I have no doubts you two will get to know each other pretty well. Ah, but there's a few things you should probably know about him."

Vincent actually looked up at the camera again now. His smile only grew. Fucking bastard.

"First, you shouldn't ever be al-" The wolf started, but then the phone over his desk started ringing. He looked down at it, then at the camera, then back at it. "You know what? You can find out by yourself. Enjoy your stay, Aiden," Vincent said, picking up the phone and turning his chair to the side to take it. "Baines speaking. Yes? What do you mean? No, I don't think that'll do..."

Aiden actually stood there, watching Vincent take a random phone call for a few minutes with absolutely no concern for the camera until the tape ran out or something, because the screen went black. He just sat there, waiting a few more minutes to see if there was more, but nothing. Aiden didn't know what to think, what to do. Vincent had been the one to throw him there? He was stuck? No documents, no passport.. He had no idea about what country he was in. Aiden stood up. He actually struggled against those damn handcuffs, for all he wanted was to grab Vincent's neck and fucking strangle him. He wanted to reach that damned muzzle that was keeping him from breathing properly and yank it out so he could scream in frustration. Vincent would pay for this, they would all pay for this! He just needed to get back home to his money and his lawyers, then they would figure something out. Fuck them all!

The wolf's tantrum lasted for some good ten minutes. By the end of it he was out of breath, wrists chafed and a tad more frustrated than when he started. These handcuffs weren't going anywhere until that bear unlocked them. Aiden tried the door. He tried using his hands behind his back to open it, tried to pull, to push, to fiddle with the lock with his claws behind his back. He tried kicking the door, tried tackling it with his shoulder, but even if the wooden door looked old, it sure was resistant. After a while of trying that, Aiden finally gave up. All he could do was wait for the bear, as much as he didn't want to. And wait he did.

The grey wolf had no clear notion of time, but at least an hour passed before the bear bothered to return. Aiden was sitting on the floor, back against the wall in the cleanest corner he could find when his ears perked up, his attention coming to the sound of the lock being turned. The bear barged in, looking around until he found him, and then smirking.

"There is puppy. You watch the video, yes? Understand everything now?" The bear asked. Aiden stood up, glaring up at him. All the time to think about things had done nothing but heighten his frustrations.

"Uhh hhfm ummfghdmf hnnhmfgh!" The wolf protested right away, even if he found that he couldn't help but lower his ears a little when he stood right next to the tall, broad bear. Ruslan, which was apparently his name, just chuckled.

"Let me help puppy with this," he said, with his rough hands reaching for Aiden's head. One of them took a grip on it, keeping it still even though the wolf's first instinct was to struggle away from it, while the other unbuckled the muzzle from behind his head, letting Aiden gasp for breath properly for the first time since he woke up in that hell hole. The wolf was finally able to snarl properly.

"Video made your new life clear, yes? There is much, much to do with you, but I want to have first go. See what that muzzle can do." While he spoke, the bear already started to take his belt off. Aiden stared at him confused for a few seconds, but as soon as the sound of the bear's zipper going down came, he understood.

"I don't understand fucking anything! This is insane! I'm gonna use every single thing you're doing at court to make sure you get thrown in jail!" The wolf growled back at the bear, who stopped. With his zipper still down and his black underwear in sight, the bear's expression was definitely not one of amusement.

"Feisty gets old quick, puppy. You better get down to your job," the bear retorted. That big paw of his came to Aiden's scruff, gripping it tightly. The wolf struggled right away, but it pressured him down, forcing him to bend over, nose getting closer to bear's crotch... Aiden resisted the pressure to kneel, struggling hard.

"Let..! Me go! You fucking..!" Aiden kept struggling. Still full of defiance, the wolf spat. The big globule of spit fell right over the bear's heavy boots. For a moment, the wolf thought he had won. The pressure stopped, although the grip over the back of his neck tightened. So much that it started hurting. Aiden grunted, wanting to get out of it, but the bear just held him there for a moment, bent over with his head close to that crotch. When the wolf glanced up, the bear's expression of anger was such that he couldn't help but lower his tail.

"I see puppy prefers learning the hard way," the bear said, calm and cold. Without letting go of Aiden's neck, his other paw that was still holding his belt brought it up to envelop it around the wolf's neck. The belt went over the collar that was already there, but using both hands, the bear held it closed around the wolf's neck as a makeshift leash. One that strangled him quite a lot. Aiden gasped, trying to wriggle away, but pulling from the bear only made the belt tighten around his throat even more, making it hard to breath. Without his hands he didn't have a chance to escape this new predicament.

The bear wasted no time. Aiden had barely acknowledged the new tool around his neck when Ruslan pulled him, forcing Aiden to stumble and scramble behind the bear or get strangled by the belt. Ruslan slammed the door open and led him towards the hallway, down in the opposite direction they had came from before.

"Wa--wait! Hngf.. Cn't..! breath!" Aiden tried to complain, to protest and then finally to plea. He had to pretty much run to keep up with the bear's wide, heavy steps, but the ursine didn't even bother to glance back at him. Through three hallways they walked, making it obvious the building was larger than Aiden first thought, before they finally stopped. Many doors adorned this particular hallway, but the bear choose one in particular and swung it open, dragging Aiden inside with him.

The wolf coughed, taking the time to finally recover, but what he saw made his eyes go wide with surprise. The smell had given it away first, in fact, since the whole room had the unmistakable stench of sex. Looking at both newcomers was a weasel; the guy was lean and skinny, fur ragged and poorly treated, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that he was standing there with his pants open and a full hard-on raging between his legs.

The weasel's cock was wet with what obvious spit, since right at his side was a kneeling fox. Except he wasn't quite kneeling. He was tied to some sort of iron frame shaped precisely to force a person to kneel, apparently. His arms were bound to the sides of his head in build-in manacles, kind of like those medieval stocks always were, but the frame's metal was thin, leaving the fox's whole body completely exposed. A few belts kept his chest and waist firmly pressed against the two straight iron bars nailed to the floor and pressed against his front, making sure he had very little room for movement, while a collar around his neck much like the one Aiden was wearing was also tied against the metal, keeping his head in place. The fox, which featured a common red fur for that species and a rather curvy body, was also naked and had his own full boner standing right there, despite his position.

"What the fuck?!" the weasel gasped, startled.

"Out," the bear growled, pointing at the door.

"But I was just ab-"

"OUT," the bear shouted. The weasel made a whimpering sound and practically ran towards the door, tucking his cock into his pants on the way and then running down the hallway and away. That left only the fox in the room, which looked absolutely terrified with even his erection shrinking. The bear pulled Aiden with him towards the vulpine, who whimpered as the bear roughly undid the buckles of the belts holding him to the frame. He seemed very eager to stand up and get out of it.

"You are out for day. Go get tables or whatever," the bear simply said. The fox nodded and with a quick "yes, master" also scrambled away, even if still naked. Aiden didn't know what to think, but the bear kept a strong grip on the belt that kept him so close to Ruslan's cheap suit he could smell the stench of cigars it had.

"Close the door," the bear ordered and, for the first time, Aiden noticed that there was a third person in the room. He was behind them when they entered and as silent as the first bull bouncer had been back at the bear's office. This one was a dog. A doberman, actually, and while Aiden, being a wolf, was usually bigger and taller than dogs, this one was definitely bigger than him. Not as big as the bear, of course, but his muscles were large and obvious through the rather tight black t-shirt he wore. The dog closed the door and went back to his position at the corner of the room, saying nothing, but definitely keeping his eyes over them.

The bear pulled the wolf towards the frame. He pulled the belt tight enough so that Aiden couldn't breath and, while he struggled to do so, the bear gave the back of his knees a kick to force him to kneel, even if the motion almost left him hanging from the belt. Between the hard struggle to breath, Aiden had no real strength to fight back even while the bear pressed his chest against the iron frame. He was considerably taller than the previous fox, so the belt went around his stomach instead, but the bear buckled it up so tight that his ribs hurt.

A few pins at the frame's side indicated that it was probably adjustable to different heights, but the bear wasted no time with that. He finally took his own belt off the wolf's neck, making him gasp in relief and pant for air, but a heavy paw forced the wolf's head down, enough so that he could hook up his collar to the metal frame, even if that left him forced to bend over a little in a rather uncomfortable position. Aiden's hands were kept handcuffed behind his back, so these manacles that held the fox just hung there. Now able to breath properly and recovering, the terror of what the bear was doing hit him in full strength, causing him to struggle hard enough to rock the frame back and forth.

"What the fuck are you doing?! L-let me out of this! I'll sue you, this is abuse! This is fucking abuse!! I'll get you a lifetime in prison among all the other rapists that da-"

Another heavy slap came to the wolf's muzzle. This time, his head was locked in place, so all it did was rock the frame and make Aiden whimper. A grunt followed as the burning pain of the slap set in.

"You shut up," the bear said still rather calmly, then he crouched down and wrapped a second belt around the wolf's waist, keeping his body firm against the thin iron bar. Aiden panted, teeth gritting as the sting of the slap afflicted him already on top of his previous one, but he did stay quiet. Fully bound to the iron frame, the kneeling wolf couldn't move at all. The iron bars were pressed against his thighs, going up against his chest as if he was pressing himself against a prison cell's bars, but he didn't have a choice in the matter. The wolf's ears went down. At least he was still wearing his full, expensive suit.

Ruslan cleaned his hands after he was done, standing back up only to look down at the wolf. He pulled a cigar and a small box of matches from his pocket, brought one to his muzzle and lit it up. Aiden just stared up at him, lips still curled into a snarl even if he couldn't help keeping his ears down. He didn't dare speak again, but he had so many things to say. The bear took a drag and puffed the smoke to the side, filling the room with that nasty smell of cheap cigars.

"You see, from now on, you disobey, you get punished. It is simple concept, is it not? Even dogs can understand it, so I'm sure puppy will, too," the bear started. The degrading talk only make Aiden's growling increase.

"I'm not a 'puppy'," the wolf responded harshly. His voice carried threat, but it just made the bear chuckle.

"Oh, but you are puppy. You might not know it yet, but you are little puppy. Lucky for you, I like puppies. Who doesn't like puppies?" As if to illustrate his point, the bear's big hand came to ruffle Aiden's headfur, making the wolf growl louder and shake his head trying to push it away, but the bear's touch was firm and he could barely move his head.

"You fucking piece of shit!" Aiden cursed as he struggled. The bear just chuckled again, as if he was now finding the whole thing funny. That only made the wolf's anger spike harder.

Finally, Ruslan stopped. With a grunt, the bear went down to one of his knees in front of the bound wolf, and even then he still had to look down to meet his eyes. Aiden met them right away, filled with fury and defiance, snarling like only a wolf could, but the bear didn't mind any of it.

"You work for me now, pup, so the faster you learn, the better it will be for you," the bear started. That big paw came to his chest, touching it, feeling it. Aiden glanced down, growling louder for the invasive touch. The paw slowly caressed it, feeling it over his suit and shirt. The bear's claws touched his nipple first, finding it and rubbing it over his shirt, and then it trailed down to feel his abs. The wolf pulled back against the frame in a helpless attempt to get away.

"Don't touch me! Take these disgusting paws away from me!" The wolf threatened and kept his growling, but the bear just ignored him. He kept feeling it, going down and then actually moving up his shirt to feel his fur from underneath it. The touch was gentle, but a few firm cups came every now and then. It was outrageous! Aiden struggled even more, but he was already panting just from the efforts of doing so. "I said don't touch me! Let me out of this thing! Fuck, be careful! That suit is worth more than YOU are!" The bear just smiled.

"Feisty puppy," he said again. "We will start lessons. You think you are too good to suck my cock, hmm? Well, you are not. In here, I control you. I control what you do, I control what you wear, what you eat, when and where you sleep," the bear went on, hand leaving the underside of his shirt to grip his crotch, making Aiden jump. If the previous touches felt invasive, this was a whole new level. "You will do everything I say, or you get punished. I have a thousand punishments I will be happy to apply, so you will never run out of them."

"D-don't touch me..!" Aiden said again, but despite his fury, despite how outrageous it was, he couldn't do anything. The bear's paw kept feeling his crotch over his pants, cupping over his balls, claws looking for the outline of his sheath.

"I touch you as much as I want. I control you, you are mine," the bear just said. That paw went on to grip the waistband of his pants, and then he gave one sharp, strong pull. The button popped out and fell down, the zipper moving down from the motion alone and then, Aiden's white boxers were exposed. The wolf tried to look down, but with his neck hooked to the frame he couldn't twist his head quite well enough to do it.

"You fucking..! Stop! I'm warning you..!" Aiden's voice was faltering. He was having trouble keeping the appearance of his empty threats. The bear's paw felt his crotch over his boxers now, hand going into his pants. Without as much cloth to protect him, Aiden could feel the tips of those claws against his furry sack, trespassing way beyond the borders of his privacy.

"You have been a bad puppy and that is why you are being punished. You have to understand that," the bear's rough voice kept going. "You could have gotten on your knees, sucked me off and gotten away with it, but no, you had to fight. Had to throw your nasty spit on my boot." Accompanying those last words, the bear's cupping over the wolf's balls became a grip that tightened and tightened, enough to make the wolf groan in pain. It only lasted some three seconds, however, before the bear let go again.

"I will show how much I control you," the bear continued. His claws hooked up the waistband of Aiden's boxers and pulled it down all the way, leaving it under his balls. The wolf's tail went right down between his legs, his muzzle feeling hot in embarrassment for having his privates exposed like that. The gray-furred, hefty sheath with his furry balls hanging underneath it.

The bear kept groping him and that alone was bad enough, but behind him, at the corner, that dog was still watching the whole thing as well. Aiden could barely see him with the big bear right in front of him, but he could see those eyes looking down at him as well.

"S-stop! You fucking...!" Aiden started, but another tight grip on his balls came to make him gasp and promptly shut up. As if in direct contrast with it, as soon as those big claws let go of his sack, they started fondling his sheath. The bear pulled it back, exposing the pink tip of the wolf's soft member and rubbed a finger over it while his thumb massaged his balls. The wolf didn't know what to make of it, but he did notice how... 'good' it felt. It was still outrageous to be touched like that by a stranger, but he couldn't help his sheath swelling, blood starting to flow towards his member, giving the bear a little more to work with.

"Now I will make you hard," the bear announced and, while Aiden very much wanted to protest and deny that, he thought it was better to keep it to a growl. The wolf struggled against his cuffs, frustrated, wanting badly to punch this bear away from him as much as he knew that would definitely not be a good idea. Aiden resisted. Those fingers over his member, caressing, working it over, coaxing it to grow brought up an internal struggle for the canine as well. He would not get hard for that bear just like that. At least, that's what he told himself inside his mind. His body, however...

The wolf's heart was beating faster. The bear certainly had experience with that sort of thing, because he knew just where to touch, just how hard to press. He was doing the whole thing with a single hand, sometimes going down to pick up his balls between his fingers, pressing, working them over, making circular movements with his thumbs to tease them, and then he would go back to that sheath, now swollen with more than a little bit of wolfcock showing. It reached a point where Aiden felt he was losing that battle. As his member slowly grew, the bear kept playing with his sheath, pulling it down to massage his cock, then just pressing it lightly, then trailing a claw over the growing length...

"You can't do that! It won't fucking work! I'm not a fucking fag like you!! I'm not going to...!" Aiden protested. The wolf resorted to struggling again, moving as much as he could over the frame no matter how tired he already was, for he realized that he wasn't going to be able to stop it. He wouldn't allow the bear to humiliate him like that! Ruslan didn't even care, though. He didn't say anything or do anything, he just kept working over his sheath with that paw, eyes locked down. He went as far as bringing up a match from the small box inside his pocket and flaring it up to light his cigar again, as if it was no big deal.

The wolf's embarrassment only grew alongside his member. The bear kept getting more and more to work with and he definitely took advantage of that. With more than half of the wolf's cock out, the pink already taking that reddened tone, he started stroking it. Up and down his fingers went, as gentle as a maiden, before those claws went back to tug at his sheath, coax a little bit more of his member out, poke the base of his shaft where his knot was hiding...

Just a few more minutes passed and Aiden was panting hard with effort, looking away in deep shame. He couldn't find anything to say. The bear now had a full wolf hard-on to trail his fingers over. Aiden knew he was at his full size, he could definitely feel it, but the bear still hadn't stopped. Down to the base, then up to the very tip of his throbbing, dark red tapered cock his hand went, occasionally still leaving it to touch his balls. A little more of that went on before the bear worked over his sheath again. The ursine exposed his forming knot sooner than it was meant to, giving it a few gentle squeezes. He obviously knew how canine anatomy worked, because that made the wolf gasp and groan, even if he didn't want any of that. Aiden would never admit it, but the bear was working his cock over much better than any of his girlfriends ever did.

The bear poofed some smoke to the side, finally stopping. He gave the wolf's now hard member a few pats, as if cooing it for growing, and stood up. Aiden couldn't bear to look up at him, keeping his eyes to the side and away. His muzzle felt too hot in embarrassment, his stupid cock betraying him, standing proud between his legs fully exposed.

"You see? I do with you whatever I want. And now you will make me hard," the bear said, hands coming to open the button of his pants and zip it down. Standing like that with the wolf forced to kneel, Aiden's muzzle was just inches away from his crotch. This time, he wasted no time. He opened his pants and already tugged his underwear down, exposing a pair of balls larger than any Aiden had ever seen, porn included. A hefty, big sheath came to view as well, hiding a member that was already showing a little, giving away the fact that the bear was enjoying what he was doing. The sheath itself was wide enough for the wolf to wonder what the hell the bear's length would look like fully grown.

What hit the wolf first, however, was the smell. The bear's musk hit him hard enough to make him frown and grunt in sheer disgust. It was a heavy musk, making him wonder if the bear even showered at all, so strong it almost made him cough.

"Like hell I will!" The wolf protested. "Take that away! I'm not a fucking fag!" Aiden forced a snarl out again, even if he just wanted to hold his breath to spare his sensitive canine nose from the bear's musk. That deep, throaty chuckle came again.

"Funny word to use considering what you are about to do," the bear just said. He moved away. Aiden took the opportunity to breath properly. The bear opened a small chest Aiden hadn't even taken notice of and rummaged through it before he pulled something out.

"Every time you fight back, things get worse. That's something you should remember, puppy," the bear continued, and without Aiden expecting it, both his paws came to his muzzle. They pried it open, stretching the wolf's jaws painfully hard and jamming something in between his teeth before Aiden could even think about what was going on. Biting down was his first reflex, but his teeth met unyielding metal. The bear's heavy paws went behind his head and, though Aiden started shaking it in an attempt to push him away, he still managed to buckle something and pull, closing a band of leather behind his head.

A ring gag kept the wolf's muzzle stretched open. Wide, wide open, far more than the regular, providing a constant feeling of discomfort. The ring was lodged right behind his fangs, making it impossible for him to push it out, as if the leather didn't already make sure of that. Still, the wolf shook his head back and forth, trying to dislodge it as best as he could and failing utterly. He found that he could no longer contain his drool properly, feeling it run down his chin to meet the fur of his neck. The bear apparently let him struggle for a few moments until he realized the thing wasn't going anywhere, for he just stood there, one hand over his crotch, rubbing it lewdly while staring him down.

"Hnnghfmmm!! Hmgfh Hmmghf!" The wolf grunted, his ears going down. The bear took his sweet time taking in another smoke before doing anything and, this time, blowing the smoke down directly at the wolf, making his eyes water and a few awkward coughs come from him.

"See? Things got worse. You are a slow learner, puppy, but I don't mind that," the bear taunted, calm as ever. He took a step forward again, bringing those musky sheath and balls closer to Aiden and turning his attention towards it again. The wolf's ears lowered themselves yet a little more, fully aware of how defenseless he was. One of the bear's paws was still working his own sheath over, playing with himself. The wolf could see, and smell, the bear's cock growing harder. Bigger and bigger... He kept his muzzle turned away as best as his collar tied to the frame would allow, which wasn't much at all.

Another step. Aiden groaned in disgust, those huge balls almost pressed against his nose. He was trying his best not to breath through it, but he could still smell it. The bear kept working over his member right above his muzzle, saying nothing, just keeping his balls right there, half an inch, almost touching...

"Does puppy enjoy having his nose against a real man's balls?" The bear asked, using a cooiing tone. "Does this make you a 'fag'? Sniffing another man's sack?" With his third question, the bear pressed forward. Aiden's nose went right up against the furry orbs, the bear pressing himself a little against it. Aiden could swear he could taste the musk with how strong it was. The wolf was trying his best not to breath, holding it as much as he could, but it was useless. It was right there. The bear moved ever so slightly, making sure his balls were thoroughly rubbed against the wolf's unwilling muzzle, making him groan in disgust. All the whole, the bear's member kept growing and growing as well as his fingers worked over it, right above Aiden's eyes. He could tell the bear wasn't fully hard and firm yet and his member was already bigger than his own. The wolf had always considered himself well endowed for wolf standards, but this bear put everything to shame.

The wolf tried to avert his eyes from the excessively lewd display. Glancing to the side, his embarrassment only grew. The doberman was standing right there. The tall, muscled dog was closer than before now. Did he move a little just so he could see it? The notion that someone else was watching the shame he was going through filled the wolf with embarrassment, but as desperate as he was, he also wriggled.

"Hmmfghh! Hhhemlp mmhhf!" The wolf pleaded, eyes fixed on the dog in a desperate attempt to plead for help. He would pay anything to get away from that bear. The bear himself, however, now was pretty much rubbing his exposed length against the wolf's muzzle. He took hold of his huge, thick member and pressed it right against the wolf's nose. A sticky strand of pre was left in it, much to Aiden's disgust. The bear then made a point to rub his cock against the wolf's turned away lips, teasing him. They both knew where that cock was going to go and that filled Aiden with terror. He had never sucked a man off before, nor did he want to. Specially this bear. Yet, he couldn't get away, couldn't even close his muzzle.

"Hmmlp!! Plmhff!" Aiden tried again, eyes turning towards the dog once more. The doberman looked back at him, but his expression didn't change and he didn't move. The bear, however, did stop to take a step back. Aiden breathed in relief, even if finally getting a good look on that monstrous cock made his ears glue down against his head from intimidation alone.

"Are you trying to get him to help you?" The bear asked, pointing at the doberman. Aiden stiffened. It didn't even cross his mind that the ursine might notice it. The wolf didn't answer, as if he could, but much to his surprise, the bear just opened up to a small laugh.

"You are very funny," the bear said, still all smiles and chuckles. "Did I not just tell you I control everything? I control you, I control him. Here, I show you." The bear took a step to the side and turned towards the dog, who still stood there, chin up like a bodyguard would.

"Come here," the bear said, pointing down, and the dog moved immediately. The big, muscled doberman who could probably do take the bear on on a fight came forward, kneeled right in front of the bear and, as a result, right in front of Aiden as well, exactly where the bear was pointing. That left the dog's muzzle right in front of the bear's hanging, hard cock, but he didn't look bothered by it. Aiden was sure he could smell the musk, being a canine like he was.

"Show your appreciation," the bear ordered, and the dog leaned forward. The doberman planted a small kiss right against the bear's cock head, his lips meeting it as gentle as a lover would. Aiden picked up the signs, though. He saw the doberman's ears flickering back, but staying up, showing how he was holding back from letting his true feelings known.

"Good boy," the bear said, petting the dog's head with his heavy paw. From up close, Aiden could see the doberman's body tensing up the moment the bear touched him. His expression stayed stern, but the wolf was sure he could see shame behind that. Shame much like his own, but hardened, hidden. All of that to please this damned bear? The big dog then glanced at him, instead, and narrowed his eyes. Aiden couldn't help but flinch. Well, he couldn't deny that it was his fault that the dog got dragged into this.

"You see? He will not help you. No one will help you, they are all mine, like you," the bear continued. "I don't care who you were before, what you had or did not have. You are now my little puppy, just like he is. Except he gets to do security. You... well, you will not have this luck."

With a simple wave of his hand, the bear dismissed the dog back to his position. The bear stepped up right in front of the bound wolf, cock a mere inch from his muzzle once more, but then took another cigar from his pocket, taking it up and slowly lighting it. That left Aiden to stare at the monstrous thing. It was a cock fit for a porn actor, really. Aiden had no idea if all bears were this big, but if girls sometimes complained about the size of his knot, he had no idea how this man even got any of them in bed. Then again, maybe he didn't.

There was no further ceremony, no words said. The bear took took his smoke, blew it out, then lowered his hand to take hold of the wolf's muzzle, his grip enveloping it as a whole. The ursine directed it towards his cock as if he was handling some fleshlight. The wolf's eyes widened, he struggled to turn it away, whimpered, protested, but the bear just ignored it all. He thrust forward, sinking his cock into the warm confines of the wolf's muzzle.

The moment that thing touched his tongue, Aiden let out a groan. The strong, musky taste flared up all over his tongue, which he tried to keep away, but that was not possible. Inch after inch, the bear stuck his cock deeper and deeper into the wolf's maw until it was pushing it open just as much as that ring was. Aiden gagged immediately the first time he felt that huge thing touch the back of his throat, but the bear seemed to expect that. He gave him a moment or two to recover from the gagging, then pressed forward again, repeating the process. Five or six times of that and the bear had successfully sunk his cock an inch or two deeper than before, even through the wolf's gagging, leaving the canine with his eyes wet and feeling that thing invading the beginning of his throat, taking up his whole muzzle.

The bear sighed, the hand holding his muzzle went up to scratch behind his ears in a rather degrading way. Aiden tried to pull back, but his collar tied to the iron frame wouldn't let him anymore. It was quite hard to breath with that thing blocking the way, so the wolf was forced to gasp through his nose and struggle, desperate to get enough air. That caused his tongue to flick around a lot just in his automatic reflexes to get that thing out. The wolf kept making small gagging and gasping sounds, but now the bear just stood there, cock deep into his muzzle, even if he still had another few inches outside.

"Is this your first time with a man's cock? Mmm... I love the way inexperienced throats feel," the bear commented with a sigh. "You're doing well for a first time, puppy. I'm sure with time you will be taking this easily. Keep that throat squirming for me."

The bear wedged a little more of his member into the wolf. Aiden could feel it deeper than he'd ever felt anything and the taste was still there, too. The bear's musky taste was mixed with a salty spice that he knew was precum, but the notion of swallowing that filled the wolf with dread. He resorted to struggling again. He moved in the frame, fought his handcuffs and just let out a few greatly muffled whimpers.

"What's wrong, puppy? Are you not enjoying this?" The bear asked with a small snort. Aiden felt a booted foot pressing up against his exposed cock and balls. Through the rough treatment, he had, of course, retreated back to his sheath, and yet the prodding still felt invasive once more. "Puppy doesn't like serving real man's cock? You will get used to it, don't worry. In the meantime, I help." The bear, not taking his throbbing member out of the wolf's muzzle, called the dog closer once more, who in turn approached dutifully.

"You make him hard. Use muzzle, don't go too far," the bear said rather casually. The big doberman didn't hesitate. The bear spread his own legs, allowing the dog do get on all fours underneath them so he was on level with the bound wolf's sheath. Aiden couldn't see past the bear's crotch, but he felt with a shock a warm tongue dragging itself over his balls, then prying over his sheath. The wolf's eyes went wide, confused for a moment, then his mind managed to grasp what was happening, but he didn't like it all. Having some dog forcefully lick him felt extremely degrading and definitely didn't make this rape any better, but part of him was still impressed that the big doberman was willing to go down on a complete stranger just because the bear told him to. Aiden went as far as shaking his hips as much as he could, not wanting some random dog to do that to him, but the dog just ignored it and kept licking.

"See? I can be good master. You're welcome," the bear just said, going right back to his own pleasure. He withdrew his member a little, allowing Aiden to gasp and take in a little more air in the golden opportunity, but the ursine was quick to thrust his big member right back in, a little deeper this time. The bear started working up a rhythm. In and out his monstrous cock went, using the wolf's forcefully opened muzzle for his own pleasure.

Aiden has no choice but to take it. It disgusted the wolf to no end having that stranger's cock grinding itself right against his tongue, dripping pre right against the back of his throat. Aiden wanted to struggle, to curse, to fucking scream, but he could barely even breath. Rasping pants came from the wolf, having absolutely no experience with that sort of thing, as he struggled to breath properly through his nose alone with an occasional gasp when the bear was 'gentle' enough to retreat his cock a little farther out.

Alongside that, to add to the wolf's torrent of emotions, the big doberman working on his cock was doing an excellent job. Despite the terrible situation, it didn't take too much coaxing to get the suited wolf's cock out of its sheath again and, as soon as the dog managed that, his whole focus became the wolf's shy member. That warm muzzle suckled over it, taking it in so very gently. The wolf's cock grew and grew until it was, once again, standing proud in its full length. It was after that that things got worse. The dog was able to take in his whole size inside his muzzle, deep-throating him as if he was a professional slut. Aiden had never felt any of his girlfriends going that far, doing it that well. He could feel his cock entering the beginning of the dog's throat, much like the bear seemed to be trying to do with him at the same time, and then the dog's tongue caressing his cock at the same time, coaxing it, pleasuring it, and all of that without a single scrape of teeth.

The wolf couldn't help but groan in pleasure even between the rough fucking the bear was giving him. The whole act went on and on, dragging itself for another fifteen minutes where Aiden was stuck in the middle of being face-fucking by the biggest cock he'd ever seen in his life and at the same time getting what was turning out to be the best blowjob he'd ever had. As time went on, he could tell the bear was going slow. Sometimes he picked up his pace, but sometimes he simply slowed down, either shoving his cock deeper into the wolf to get a little more gagging throat or leaving the tip resting against the very entrance of his muzzle, just leaking right over the point of his tongue for a few seconds and giving Aiden some time to breath. Breath and squirm, for the dog underneath him was definitely not going slow.

That muzzle also had several movements to call its own. Sometimes it suckled the tip of the wolf's tapered member, sometimes the dog would just drag his long, warm tongue from the base of his now formed knot to the very tip. And then, sometimes, it would get right back to sucking. With the amount of pleasure he was getting the wolf's knot was getting big enough so that the dog couldn't get it past his teeth anymore, but that didn't stop him from taking in the whole rest of his member and still sticking his tongue out to tease the what he certainly knew was the wolf's most sensitive part, making him tremble in his position.

"You have good muzzle, you know," the bear started after a while in one of the moments he decided he wanted to go slow again, that cock of his resting halfway inside the wolf's muzzle, but now he could feel it pulsing against his tongue. "With some training, you have potential. Also handsome body and face. This is pleasing me."

The casualness with which the bear spoke worried Aiden. He had absolutely no intention of developing that 'potential'. The wolf wasn't in the right mind to ponder all the implications of what the bear was saying, though. The blowjob he was getting was getting intense. The dog was going faster under him now, bobbing his muzzle up and down his length, which felt amazing for Aiden. It was like he was fucking the softer piece of pussy ever, or, at least, that's what he was imagining in his head without even meaning to. He felt himself getting closer and, though part of him didn't want to cum to a random blowjob while being forced to suck some fucker off, his body didn't care about that. Aiden felt his cock throbbing, felt his balls drawing up and let out a louder groan. It was coming! But then the dog pulled away. He instead went down to drag his tongue against the wolf's balls, leaving the red, throbbing wolf cock to hang there in the air covered in spit, but with no further stimulation to push him over the edge. Aiden buckled once in his bonds in frustration at that moment, cursing in his mind, but that didn't last long. The bear's big paw came to grip his muzzle, aiming it upwards as much as the collar bound to the frame allowed, which wasn't much at all.

"You look at me while I talk to you," the ursine said in a stern voice. Aiden was still panting harder from the stimulation he was getting, from the climax he had gotten close to. That tongue over his balls still felt good. His eyes moved up to the bear, though, who didn't seem to care about any of that in the least. The bear's cock went a little deeper, slowly, oh so slowly dragging itself over the wolf's tongue, letting him taste every single bit of the musk spiced up with salty precum. It kept going deeper until the cockhead bumped right against the entrance of the wolf's throat, almost triggering gagging, but not quite.

"Pretty muzzle is useless without discipline. You will get discipline. Will be good worker, do everything I tell you," the bear stated. Aiden was looking up at him, his ears pinned against his head. No. He was going to get away, get back home, use his money to burn this place down. The bear withdrew his hands calmly, at which point Aiden actively tried to pull out only to find out he was already stretching the short chain holding his collar to the limit and couldn't. Calmly, the bear used another match to light the cigar between his teeth again, then threw it out. His hand then returned to scratch behind the helpless wolf's ears. It felt pleasurable, but extremely degrading. "You will suck cock. You will fuck and be fucked. You will clean. You will do all these things and much more. If you refuse? Then I will hurt you and then make you do them anyway."

The dog's tongue slurping the wolf's balls started reaching the base of the wolf's sheath, and then his knot again, which made Aiden gasp despite what he was hearing. He wanted to protest, to tell the bear there was no fucking way he was going to do any of that, but that tongue kept going up, reaching his member again. The edge of his orgasm that had been starting to fade started rising again, drawing closer and closer. Aiden could feel the pre he was letting out sliding down his length, picked up by that tongue lightly as if it was a treat. Fuck. He didn't want to be feeling pleasure in a time like that, but he couldn't help it. It was just too good.

The bear was still completely oblivious to his turmoil of feelings, of course. Ruslan took his sweet time in smoking, then puffing some smoke out and taking another drag of his cigar.

"I haven't had a wolf in quite a while. The last one broke," the bear continued casually. "It will be good, people like wolves. Fucking big wolves, people get a kick out of it. Sick freaks." The bear looked down again, straight into his eyes. That hand scratching him went down to trail over his muzzle, feeling it. "Hmm.... yes, very pretty face. This will be very good."

The dog's tongue kept teasing his member in a very slow manner underneath, far too slowly. The bear, on the other hand, pulled his cock out, the thrust it in a little deeper. The wolf was forced to look up at him, meeting his eyes that stared him down. Looking at that fucking smirk as if he had won. Defiance never left Aiden's eyes. He narrowed them ever so slightly, even if they were still wet from everything he was having to endure. The bear must have picked up on that, because he let out a hearty chuckle.

The big ursine took his cigar out of his muzzle and brought it down, then shook it right above the wolf, letting the ashes of his recent smoke pile up just above the bridge of his muzzle. The wolf frowned and wrinkled it, trying to shake it off immediately, but that paw that had been caressing him held him still.

"Cute little puppy," the bear just taunted with his smirk growing wider. The fucking bastard clearly took pleasure in showing how powerless the wolf was before him. Aiden tried to growl, but he could barely even breath properly, let alone manage a proper sound. The bear finally let go of his muzzle, allowing him to shake some of the ashes off, but most of it still sat there. That hand of his went to the back of his head, but this time Aiden felt a grip over his fur, tight and uncomfortable. Holding his head in place.

It was quite sudden. The bear started fucking his face again, but this time he really started to pick up his pace. He was apparently done going slow. Aiden grunted and gurgled as the bear's cock started pounding his muzzle rather than just thrusting in it, finding it much harder to deal with the new situation. It brought a renewed, albeit light struggle from the bound wolf, but there was no escape. All he could do was whimper and keep trying to breath.

Aiden's erection faltered for the rough treatment and the dog tending to it picked up on that. That warm, long muzzle of his went around the wolf's cock again, bobbing up and down, slowly at first, then faster, then slowly again, all the while his tongue worked miracles against the pulsing length, easily affected by such deep attention no matter what the wolf thought of it. The dog made a point to suckle on his cock head every now and then, teasing him, pulling more precum out of him, and then he would sink his muzzle all the way down until his lips were kissing the wolf's thick knot. The doberman took the wolf's length in his throat as if it was nothing, no gagging or anything coming from him. Even if Aiden had no time to focus on his own needs, he felt all that pleasure going through his body, conflicting him.

The wolf's cock had never received such wonderful treatment, but at the same time, he was practically choking on the musky cock of a guy he hated more than anything. The bear kept going faster and faster. The ursine took the cigar out of his mouth and threw it down on the floor so he could grit his teeth, letting out his own small, rough grunts of what was certainly pleasure. He was truly just fucking the wolf's face, nothing else, and Aiden was forced to just kneel there and let the bear use his tongue and throat to get off.

As shameful and terrible as the display was, Aiden felt his own balls churning. Cumming was the last thing he would want in this situation. He wasn't even close to enjoying any of it! However, his body wasn't quite in tune with his mind on the subject. The dog had taken to use his paw too, gripping the wolf's knot to get a better hold of it for sucking, while at the same time the dog's thumb rubbed the sensitive underside of that thick bulb, squeezed around his sensitive flesh... all the while working his tongue, his muzzle all over his length, suckling, bobbing, everything.

Aiden thought he was going to cum. He was ready for it, his balls pulling up, his whole body tensing up, muffled groans coming from him despite the bear going at his throat, but then, much to his surprise and disappointment, his throbbing length felt the cold air around it and nothing else. The dog retreated completely, hands off and muzzle away, and then went down to simply nuzzle lightly at his balls again while his cock hung there, at the very edge of orgasm. Aiden wanted to scream. He wanted to grab that doberman's head and shove it down on his cock for just five more seconds so he could have the orgasm he was about to have and paint the dog's throat white with wolf seed. Frustration washed over the wolf, but the dog wasn't touching him anymore, just lightly nuzzling him.

At the same time, the bear was going deeper into his throat than before. Aiden could feel that big member dislodging it, trying to go past the entrance. He could barely feel his gag reflex for now and breathing was getting harder. The hanging pleasure over his cock served to distract him from the bear's treatment, but leading to nothing but frustration, hell was back for the canine. Lucky, or unlucky for him, though, that didn't last long, either.

With one deeper trust, it came out of nowhere. The bear didn't give anything other than a longer grunt to signal it, but Aiden felt his throat suddenly washed with a warm, thick substance as the bear erupted in his own climax, unlike the wolf. The first batch went straight down the Aiden's throat, he didn't even have a choice in swallowing, but the bear pulled himself back a little with his cock still throbbing in the ecstasy of orgasm. With only half the length inside wolf's muzzle, the bear's jets of thick cum fell all over his tongue, filling him with disgust. More and more of it came to fill his open muzzle up, some of it going down the sides of his muzzle to drool out through his chin, matting his fur with the substance, but reflexively, the wolf swallowed once or twice without meaning to, making small tears of pure disgust and rage fall down his eyes.

For the wolf, it felt like those small seconds lasted whole minutes. With his orgasm starting to fade out, the bear suddenly pulled out, letting the last weak jets of cum hit the wolf's defenseless muzzle instead, some of it flying off to splash over his shoulders and chest right over his thousand dollar suit. The bear's hand pumped his length, milking the last droplets of cum right above Aiden's muzzle as he coughed and finally breathed in properly. The wolf was still recovering when that heavy paw came to ruffle his head fur, the bear panting and chuckling, while the other paw tucked the now soft cock back into his pants.

"Good puppy. Good muzzle," the fucking bear said, bringing an instant growl from Aiden. The wolf growled as best as he could with that ring gag still keeping his muzzle open. He wanted nothing more than a sink to wash all that cum from his face, to take the terrible, salty taste of shame away from his mouth, but he couldn't even as much as use his paw to clean it off. Aiden also took the opportunity of the bear stepping away to look down. The dog was licking his balls idly, not tending anymore to the wolf's throbbing, knotted erection that stood there, pulsing. It was wavering again, especially after being forced to swallow the bear's load, but that tingle of getting to the edge having it unsatisfied still lingered inside the wolf's balls and that lapping over them wasn't helping, either. The bear lifted one of his booted feet to poke at his erection.

"Looks like you enjoyed it too, eh? You see? It does not matter if you gay or not, if you like or not. A muzzle is still a muzzle." The bear seemed proud of explaining it. The wolf felt nothing but the lingering embarrassment and his seething hate for the ursine. After a few pokes, the bear turned back.

"That was good, but it can get better. You will have some more training today. You were bad, so you will be staying here in room 14 for the rest of the day. I will come back at night to have another go and see what you learned." As much as what the bear said made Aiden's eyes widen, caused the wolf to struggle and shout in protest, he didn't seem interested in any answer he had to give. The bear didn't even glance back his way, he just went to the door and closed it on his way out, leaving the bound wolf covered in cum there to deal with it. "I will be sure to direct clients this way."

That was far from the worst of it, however. As soon as the bear left, Aiden felt a sudden grip over his balls, squeezing his sensitive nuts so tight he felt dizzy for a moment. With pain still shooting from his sack, the wolf looked down to see the doberman, who was getting on his knees, holding them. Between his gasps of pain, the wolf made whimpering noises and though the dog didn't seem like he intended to let go of his balls anytime soon, Aiden observed how that made him glance over his shoulder towards the door with a flicker of his ears. The dog let go, much to his relief, but a strong ache lingered.

The doberman then stood up. The damned dog was almost as tall as the bear himself, a wall of muscles. Aiden looked up at him and met his eyes only to see them narrowing towards him full of resentment. Apparently he wasn't so okay with going down on a complete stranger just because the bear ordered it. The doberman undid his belt, unzipped his pants and shoved a brand new musky sheath with a half hard dog cock right against the suited wolf's face. Aiden immediately tried to turn away, but the dog's hand came to hold his open muzzle in place. His thumb over the wolf's muzzle came to grind the remains of the ashes the bear had left right against his fur while he shoved his cock into the wolf's muzzle, making his struggle start all over again.