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Ouija-Order Demon

Chapter 2: Ignardo

By Whitepython

Ignardo the Doberman pinscher waved goodbye to his fellow employees, rushing to the back door of the bar he worked at, he pulled out his cellphone from the front pocket of his gym bag, he cursed to himself, it was already past 4am, he had to hurry to the gym before the machines he needed were taken, unbeknown to him, he will be missing all the good machines for a long while.

Ignardo was a 28 years old tall mountain of muscles: a male Doberman, with a face that didn't expressed too much emotions, pointy ears that were risen as he examined his surroundings, dark brown eyes which contrasted with the orange spots he had for eyebrows, as orange as his slim snout that ended in a dark and cold nose.

The canine stuffed his cellphone back into his gym bag as he walked into the low lit alley before him, he adjusted his olive green wife-beater shirt that exposed his thick arms to the somewhat cold weather in the open, muscles and tendons in his hands and arms could be seen thanks to the low body fat on his strong body.

The wide neck of his wife-beater shirt displayed firm and athletic pectorals, at the lower end of the tight shirt his belly remained exposed, displaying the lower line of his abdominal walls, under those abs, some baggy yellow mustard sweatpants were hanging around his tight waist, they allowed a stubby tail to poke from the back, even if they slackened around his legs, they hinted a pair of well-toned legs that ended in a pair of large, orange plantigrade canine feet with black toe claws. Feet that also displayed thick tendons as they moved fast, moving along the cold floor with thick foot pads.

The canine took his usual detour through the back alleys from his work to the gym, his line of work as the head bouncer at the club demanded him to be strong and fit, hitting the gym was both a duty and a pleasure for Ignardo.

The Doberman moved his strong body along the first alley, he crossed the street and took a second alley, while doing this, he was lost in his thoughts, reviewing the leg routine he had to execute that day; until he had his thoughts come into a screeching halt when he spotted something unusual in the distance.

He found a tall figure leaning against a graffitied wall, from a distance in the darkness of the alley it was hard to see, however, as he got closer, the Doberman noticed that it was a male figure, with his arms crossed over his pectorals, back pressing against the building and his left foot paw resting against the wall while the right one helped him to stand in place.

The figure was a bit more taller than him, which surprised the 1.90 meter tall Doberman, the figure had a canine head with pale gray colored fur, he was wearing a dark brown trench coat: the cloth had no flaps, except for the neck flap, which was risen completely, hiding part of the canine's muzzle and head, the trench coat lacked any sort of strips or belts that could hang from it, and under the trench coat, a pair of dark blue jeans appeared, and under those jeans, a pair of large plantigrade feet of the same pale gray.

The Doberman has never found anyone this late in this alleys, he has been through them for almost two years, this made his belly tighten and his adrenaline rush, and without giving a second glance to the stranger, he gathered a bit of courage to drag himself to walk past the figure and resumed his walk, he hurried his step, leaving the gray furred canine behind, even if Ignardo was a strong and experienced in close combat due his work, there's nothing much you can do against armed robbery.

"Ignardo..."

The Doberman's muscled legs came to a freezing halt, did the stranger behind him just called him by his name? How is that possible? He felt a shiver running down his spine, and the short fur on his back rose in tension, still, Ignardo decided to resume walking at once, his feet taking him faster along the alley, maybe his nervous mind is playing tricks on him.

At the end of the alley he saw a pile of cardboard boxes and trashcans, sometimes those were left there, it was a common event, most of the times he jumps over them, or pushes them aside, but tonight maybe he could use them as a weapon to keep the stranger away if he gets too close.

"Ignardo, Ignardo..."

The canine turned back right away, and he saw the mysterious figure standing around 4 meters away from him, this time Ignardo got a good look of the pale gray furred stranger:

Two long and pointy ears like his own were placed over the stranger, who also spotted a pair of green eyes that locked on him, and just under them there was a broad muzzle which displayed a cocky grin, the figure looked canine, but in a strange fashion, it was almost like a hellhound from fantasy movies, also he looked to be some sort of mix with a reptile-like creature, he wondered where does someone like that guy could be from.

The rest of his fur continued that pale tone of gray, gray as the very first clouds that gathers in the sky when rain shows its first signs of threat, which contrasted with that sort of dark mane behind him that looked like hair; he was carrying a black chain around his neck, and his simple trench coat was open, displaying two strong pectorals and tight abs under them.

Ignardo was too nervous to admire those abs, though they looked as if this trench clothed figure has worked out religiously for years, overall, the stranger looked like he was around 32 years old.

"Who are you? W...what do you want?" the Doberman spoke, his voice was a perfect reflection of his uneasiness.

"Easy there big boy; I just want to talk about some very important business, which involves you of course."

"What sort of business do you have with me?" the Doberman asked, his voice still sounded loaded with fear and uncertainty.

"I am not here to hurt you Ignardo, quite the opposite, you don't know me yet, nevertheless you and me are going to grow quite fond of each other"

The gray furred canine released a soft grin after that, and his voice was thick and strong, yet it had a calmed ring to it, which made him sound very seductive.

"Get to the point!"

The Doberman demanded, the soft seductive voice wasn't enough to calm him down, Ignardo wanted to make sense out of this uncomfortable situation, his chest tightening along with his stomach.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"I am Odranelarus, and I am here in a very important mission, I have a small business with a friend in common we have named Jaxel Salazar, I am sure you two know each other very well, he said that you could be part of my little business."

"That loser!?"

The Doberman fixed his eyes on the trench clothed figure, he curled his lips to display his fangs, expressing his complete rejection.

"I don't want to have anything to do with him, he was so fucking clingy, I almost lost my job because of that idiot! Nor I want to have any sort of business with you if you are on his side, He caused me so much trouble, and I'm not going down that road ever again, so, leave me alone!"

The Doberman directed his attention to the pile of garbage cans and cardboard boxes, he dropped his gym back to the side and attempted to pick up one of the boxes.

But the thing was so heavy.

He could have sworn that the box weighted a thousand kilos, he tried with a smaller one box, still it was the same, he attempted to remove a garbage can with great frustration, no matter how much he tried to remove the obstacles, none of them conceded defeat, not even a centimeter, it was like trying to lift a truck, he has never even found this boxes and cans being so heavy.

When he turned around, tired from fighting against the pile of trash, he found the trench-coated figure with his right arm stretched toward him, and his opened hand exposing his black padded palms, and his green eyes emitted a soft glow, when Odranelarus noticed that he had the Doberman's attention once again, he lowered his arm and planted that soft, seductive grin on his muzzle.

"Just relax there, no use in struggling, I just want to have good look at you before explaining my business with you."

"What? What do you mean? I think you have been staring at me long enough from where you are standing."

"Your eyes, they reveal to me what kind of man are you, just let me take a good look into your eyes, while it is a cliché, they are the window into your soul."

This guy was a creep, and a huge creep, on the other hand, Ignardo had to think with a calmed mind if he wanted to escape unscratched, it wouldn't really hurt to amuse this stranger, as a bouncer, he has learned that keeping drunk customers amused is the fastest way to dispatch them, he was the head of the security team, everybody in the bar counted on him to handle the most difficult cases, and he was always expected to be the strong, alpha canine in the pack.

"Deal, but no dirty tricks, after this, you explain your business, and then, you leave me alone."

Ignardo put on his most serious face and stood straight and proud, like the statue of a heroic figure in a park, he plotted that while the figure in trench coat was distracted with his silly staring contest, he could land a strong kick on the stranger, and escape back to the bar and get help.

Ignardo was already planning his escape, and keeping his attention on the stranger, ready for any sort of unexpected move from the figure in trench coat, his dark brown eyes locking into the green ones, and those green eyes hovered straight into his own, he tried remain alert and awake for a possible attack, although as soon as those green eyes made their move, Ignardo blinked once or twice before finding himself lost into them, they emanated a soft, soothing green light, that green energy began to sink into his mind, in a soft manner, along with a warmth that sank into his tired muscles, replacing the sensations of the cold weather in the alley, his surroundings disappearing as he saw those two green orbs getting closer and closer, enveloping his sight in a moment, his pointy ears could hear the clawed footsteps of the stranger as he approached; it didn't bothered him, even though he had only a couple of seconds to execute his escape plan.

What was the plan again?

His muscles gave into an almost complete relaxation as he felt a soft caress over his chest, the musk of another male hitting his dark nose, his tired body unable to resist, Ignardo was melting under that green stare, the Doberman stood there as his mind was lost in the green eyes with no escape, next, his short furred skin felt a soft caress along his muzzle, under his chin, then a tender touch along his pectorals, then, a sudden tingle at the tip of his left nipple, however he wasn't very sure, he was confident that those deep green eyes were the most and only interesting thing. In fact, they were his whole world.

He could feel something caressing his bulge, it was so hard to even think about what could be causing it, he allowed the caressing, and he wanted it to continue, because it felt so good.

After a moment, the tingling disappeared from his nipple, just to reappear inside his muzzle, his jaw felt stuffed with something, Ignardo stood there until his jaw felt freed again, Ignardo closed his eyes for a couple of seconds before he was able to blink, his muzzle registered something long and slimy leaving its depths, it took Ignardo a moment to come to the realization that Odran was standing in front of him, with his muzzle just a few centimeters away, and portraying a big smile, after another couple of second passed, he registered a strange salty flavor that was left in his maw, and he had a wet, slimy sensation around his neck and over his left nipple.

Was he just kissed by this stranger?

Ignardo was trying to connect the pieces of information the rest of his senses offered, because his eyes could only offer him visions of that soothing green color which made him feel lost in a distant dimension, while his mind struggled to return back into that dark alley.

"I can see it in you... you are a big, strong, powerful dominating one, you are always over powering people with a bad attitude, yet in your heart you yearn to be dominated, you have a strong body, and weak mind, you are waiting for a powerful alpha to come and show you that you are nothing but a submissive sex toy, a dog to be trained, and you love that idea so much, deep in your soul, deep in your heart of hearts, you are a dog slave..."

Something in the back of the canine's mind snapped him to return to full consciousness; Ignardo couldn't believe what he just heard.

"You have an interesting Aura Ignardo, your deepest, darkest, most repressed sexual fantasies are like a delicious meal for me, I can't wait to make sure you live every single one of them, over and over again, after I turn you into the little slave dog that you are were born to be for eternity"

The Doberman shook his head as he walked one step back towards the pile of trash, clenching his jaws as his eyes opened wide, his stomach fluttered as a tingling sensation ran from the tip of his toes, all the way up to the tip of his ears, feeling cornered, because he was caught and exposed, Ignardo would run away and hide if he could, nobody is supposed to know about that, he has never told that to anyone.

"What? Are you insane? How did you...?"

The sole witness of those fantasies was his computer, with images of submissive males being used and trained as slave dogs: collars, latex muzzles, shackles, harnesses, chains, the whole deal, and Ignardo saw himself in the role of the slave at all times, overpowered to resist, being used as a sex toy for the dominant, and the friends of the dominant one, reaching his sexual zenith every time his sexual life was given a sense of purpose, the purpose of being used by someone even more powerful than him.

And there is no way on earth anybody could have known, he never told Jaxel about this, it's impossible this stranger could knew.

"Don't worry little dog, if you wish to be a slave to a powerful enslaver, tonight is your lucky night, because that's my business with you, I am assembling a harem of slaves, and Jaxel told me that you could have one or two repressed sexual fantasies in need of me, I am looking for a good slave to be always on his knees for me, and you need a master to keep you on all fours, sounds like we both win if you submit to me."

He was still shocked, he tried to force his mind to find a rational explanation about how this happened, yet there was no logic in this, nobody can figure out deep, personal secrets of other people out of thin air; or maybe, what happened some moments ago when he lost consciousness, and felt himself almost floating when he stared into those green eyes?

The stranger removed his trench coat to reveal himself to the Doberman, the sudden appearance of his strong chest pulled Ignardo's attention to the present, strong pectorals and a perfect abdomen appeared, Ignardo has never met someone as ripped as this stranger before, and he has seen countless chests in his years at the gym.

Odranelarus was wearing a chain on his jeans that acted as a belt, the same chain he wore around his neck and wrist, and also around his ankles, it was an interesting set of accessories, for a split second, the Doberman wondered how they would look on him.

"I have no intentions of harming you, little dog, I am the kind of master who treats his slaves with love, I mere seek to take away your useless freedom, only I can show you the never ending bliss of being a mindless slave to Master Odran."

"Master Odran?" the Doberman walked another step back, struggling with himself, he can't be a slave, although he had to consider the probability, even if just for a moment; his mind was flooded with the fantasies he has submitted to before his computer: being trained as slave, used for the pleasure of a master, In a full slave gear, always needy, always horny for master, nevertheless it was only a fantasy that he would never act on of course.

Or would he?

No, of course not, because he was Ignardo, the head of the security at his work, he was a regular and well respected member at his gym, the top dog at social events, so many people know him as an alpha, the leader, the example to follow, there's no way that he could bend over to this stranger all of sudden.

Still; what would it feel like to be collared and walked around like a good pup for master? Begging like a good boy for master's pleasuring touch? What would it be like to wear a collar with a tag, living a life where your greatest achievement is to please master? To be muzzled all the time, except when it was the time to orally please your superior? To be shown that your mere existence means to be nothing but a slave? What would it be like to live at the feet of a stronger alpha than yourself? Living a life of discipline and servitude and forgetting everything and leaving behind the role of the dominant one and allow someone else to take charge of the rough edges of your life? And what would it be like to...

"Making up your mind isn't one of your personal strengths huh?"

Odran brought the canine's attention back to him.

"Come to me slave, I can help you make up your mind, I am your darkest desires, I am the manifestation of those suppressed fantasies that sooner or later they were to appear, to catch you, to enslave you, because you are already enslaved to them, no use in thinking about this, I guarantee you that this opportunity won't show up ever again, accept my collar, or else, you will remain forever locked in the fake role of an alpha for the rest of your days, to never have an opportunity for a small lick to sample the deliciousness of complete submission."

Odran walked towards Ignardo with his arms spread, exposing his gray chest to the Doberman, this didn't helped Ignardo's internal struggle, he had only a couple of seconds to choose his next move: submit or resist.

This was the perfect moment for Ignardo to tackle this stranger down and escape to his freedom, this was his golden opportunity to reach for help, a quick and easy maneuver he knew so well and he could execute without any problem was separating him from leaving these crazy ideas of slavery behind.

Or did he really wanted escape from a thick collar that was meant to slip around his neck?

Master Odran wrapped his arms around the strong dog and smiled at him, his green eyes once more looking into Ignardo's brown ones, Odran lowered his muzzle to kiss Ignardo's neck, the Doberman struggled a bit, it was useless as those arms held him with a strong, dominant grip.

"Ask your master to make all your fantasies come true, beg him to turn you into his dog slave, for your master there are no impossible."

Odranelarus dragged the Doberman against the graffitied wall to the left, being careful with his catch, then, he released the muscled canine from his dominant grip, just to pin him in between the wall and himself while he worked on kissing Ignardo's neck.

Ignardo tried to resist, placing his hands over that strong gray furred chest, but the Hound held the Doberman's hands by the wrists with his crimson clawed fingers in a quick motion, holding them for a moment before raising them against the wall, above Ignardo's head, and pressed those hands against the wall, exposing the Doberman's neck to his lustful desires, Odran went for it at once, planting several kisses and teasing that sensible, erogenous neck with his rough muzzle along with his seductive, dexterous and slick tongue.

Ignardo shuttered his eyes tight and released a soft sound of pleasure, nobody has ever made him feel like this before, his heart began to beat faster and faster as his bulbous masculinity rose up.

"Be a good slave and keep your arms up for me" The voice had a commanding tone, Odran released the dog slave's wrist and lowered his hands to rip off the Doberman's tight sleeveless shirt using his crimson claws with great care, allowing that dark furred chest to show up, and along with those two pink nipples to become exposed into the world.

This was Ignardo's last chance to escape, his hands were free, he opened his eyes to look at the stranger being busy with his wife-beater shirt, the Doberman could kick the stranger right in the gut and escape, however, that's not what good slaves do, oh no, good slaves obey the voice of their master...

What was Ignardo thinking?

He refused to think, and he chose to not to think in the last moment he could escape his enslavement, he didn't cared anymore about anything, he allowed this dominant enslaver to take a hold of him, and to show him the way of the slave dog, no more fantasizing with pictures in a computer screen, it was his turn experience slavery in the flesh.

When Odranelarus returned his hands up, he noticed that Ignardo obeyed his command, those hands were up to demonstrate his submission, He had the dog already where he wanted. Odranelarus resumed to hold those arms up by their wrists, now with a stronger, more dominant grip, pressing his dog slave rougher against the hard wall, his tentacle-tongue flicked and teased Ignardo's left nipple first, the Doberman groaned loud as pleasure jolted up and down along his spine, he jumped up just a bit before standing on his toes as he shut his eyes, this stranger really knew how to push him to the edge.

"Kiss me again, look into my eyes, and beg me to make you my dog slave..."

The Doberman opened his eyes and returned to stand on his feet once his nipples were left alone by the slimy appendage, his panting were almost whispers, as he shifted his body a bit, so he could lean comfortable against the wall, Ignardo displayed a face that expressed both pleasure and confusion, Odran used his left hand to keep Ignardo's hands up, while the other, gray furred hand lowered to pull those sweatpants, thanks to the fact that they were a pretty loose cloth, they fell without a struggle, landing around Ignardo's orange ankles.

Under those sweatpants, there was a white jockstrap that contrasted with the Doberman's dark and orange furred body, it consisted of a thick elastic white waistband that adjusted around his hips in a perfect way, and a triangular section of cloth at the front that kept the male's fat bulge well hidden, which was already dirty with pre seed and tenting, a pair of straps that kept the cloth held with a firm grip along the Doberman's toned legs, which displayed his round butt and stubby tail.

Master Odran gave the Doberman a few gropes with his free hand, as the left one squeezed Ignardo's wrists in a dominant fashion, feeling up the warm sheath through the silky cloth of that jockstrap, Ignardo replied with a soft howl of pleasure, his needy meat tensed further in the strap as his master demonstrated his dominant touch.

"It just feels good to be about to be enslaved by a demon, isn't it little dog?"

_'A...a demon?'_Ignardo said to himself in his mind, he wasn't sure if he has heard that well, but at this point, all he cared about was getting his enslaving fantasy of his to come true.

"Beg for it dog slave! I want to hear you begging for Master Odran enslaving touch... "

This was so wrong, he is a powerful alpha male, he can't just bend down to a stranger with who knows what kind of intentions might be hiding, however, this was a perfect reflection of what he always has fantasized: being a collared, muzzled and well trained slave dog to a male so much stronger and powerful that himself, a male so superior that the only use a powerless slave such as him could ever give to such strong man would be of sex toy, and he has just found such a male, he had to submit, escape was not an option, escape is not something dog slaves do, he had to find out how great it was to be a slave, it was not Odranelarus who demanded him to submit, it was his horny mind with all those bottled up fantasies, it was his needy slave dick which demanded him to submit.

"I... want to be a dog slave! I want to be your dog slave, mu...so much m...make me your dog slave!"

The dog slave was so aroused at this point he couldn't even focus on his speech, his heart beating fast as his body begged for the dominant touch of his master, the demon took his hands off of Ignardo, releasing both his bulge and his wrists, the now dog slave stared at his master as those dark blue jeans were discarded at once, revealing a dark brown thong, Ignardo could see that the thong was a one piece of dark brown clothing, with slim band around Odran's waist, and a tight pouch under to keep that heavy sheath in place and hide those round buttocks.

And that thong disappeared as fast as it appeared along with those jeans to reveal a gray sheath with a pink, pulsing and thick virility that displaying 27 centimeters of raw manliness, with a knot on its base, and a fat glans at the upper end.

The demon pressed his brown clothed bulge against the Doberman's white clothed one, and he pressed his bulge back, allowing both warm sheaths to grind against each other, the Doberman trying to get more stimulation, nevertheless, Odran took control of the situation again in a second, he cupped the Doberman's slim muzzle before planting a deep kiss into that snout, and once again, those green eyes locked in the dog's brown ones and the Doberman felt blissfully lost.

Ignardo was dragged into that mindless ecstasy, but this time, he was aware and willing, he felt once again lost in the sensation of being under the power of those green eyes, ready to allow them to take complete dominion over his world, the green energy that emanated from them lured him to submit in complete mind and body, holding back nothing, and the slave dog was ready this time; his tired muscles begged for their soothing power, the cold and empty alley disappeared from his mind to become the scenario where he would submit to his enslavement.

After the kiss, the Doberman's maw remained opened just a bit, his heart still beating fast from the arousing power of having his mind invaded by the dominion of the green eyes, his maleness was leaking pre semen in rich quantities, increasing the wet spot in his white jockstrap as his legs shook, feeling himself getting drawn into that hypnotic power which opened the doors for Odranelarus to take charge of him and teach him to be a good slave dog, the idea that he fantasied for so long, the line between his darkest fantasy and his bright future was blurring with every second he spent in the demon's embrace, he needed Odran to take him and never let him go, for a dog slave such as him needed to be collared; Ignardo had his clothes stripped from him before having his free will stripped as well.

All of his clothes except for his jockstrap.

The demon pulled back just for a moment, admiring those strong pectorals, along with the rest of his just broken in slave, while Ignardo stood there, displaying himself for his master: that powerful black and orange head with slim muzzle and pointy ears, those strong arms that he built with countless hours of sweat and effort at the gym, those two powerful pectorals with those erogenous nipples, his slim, yet strong belly with those well-toned abdominal walls, his small hips with his white jockstrap, stained with that musky and colorless pre seed, those powerful legs that held the strong dog in place against the wall, and his large and thick canine orange feet that were the nice finishing touch for such a buff slave as himself.

Odran placed his padded hands over those toned abs, while he released a predatory grin of satisfaction.

"Such a strong mortal, yet all weak minded, and all for myself to enjoy, along with Jaxel of course, no wonder why he was so attached to you, you are such a nice eye candy; now we all three are going to have so many hours of fun as soon as I'm done enslaving you for good."

After a moment of groping those abs, the demon lowered his hands to remove that jockstrap, pulling it down with his index finger, allowing it to pile up over those sweatpants, revealing the Doberman's black sheath, and allowing that red maleness already erected to bounce free, with a bead of pre semen at the tip of the glans, and exposing those testicles filled with that delicious male seed, willing to release that orgasmic energy the demon craved for.

Odranelarus used his right thumb to tease the canine's glands, getting his fingertips wet with the transparent pre seed.

"I can squeeze several rounds out of you in the same session, you are quite the special slave, this is going to be good, my full powers would return in weeks if I had a harem of twenty slaves such as you."

Odran pressed the Doberman in between him and the wall once more, his crimson clawed toes standing right in front of the orange and black clawed ones, the demonic hellhound placed his padded thumbs over those pink nipples, the dog reacted by leaking another line of pre seed from his erected meat towards the demon, Odran locked him muzzle into a deep kiss with the Doberman right away, muffled and soft sound of pleasure escaping the slave dog's throat.

Those fingertips that got wet with Ignardo's pre-seed were used to attack his sensitive nipples, the dog released yet another muffled sound of pleasure as the demon pushed him further and further into bliss.

On top of that, the demon revealed that his own, erected shaft was in a matter of fact, a tentacle-penis as it coiled in a slow motion around the red penis, holding it, craving to wrap around it like a hungry snake who wishes to dominate its prey, Odranelarus stimulated the dog's meat faster and faster as his tentacle stroked that meat with the expected dexterity of a tentacle, the friction became smooth as the tentacle was being lubed up with the pre-seed of both males.

Ignardo placed his hands against the wall, at the level of his waist, digging his blunt claws against the graffitied wall, as he was attacked with a sudden wave of pleasure that came from several directions, it has been nothing but mind blowing pleasure for the dog slave since he got cornered by this demon, his chest rising and falling faster and faster as every single stroke around his dick and every single grind against his nipples was only pushing him to a quick escalating orgasm, and he was muffled by both a thick tongue to even voice the slightest protest, and lost in the hypnotic powers of the demon to even think of any sort of resistance from his usual withdrawn personality.

The wave of pleasure came into an exploding climax when the dog tensed, arching his back to press his slave dick against the demon's cock, line after line of his canine seed landing over Odran's gray chest and belly, releasing muffled cries of mind blowing pleasure, Odranelarus broke the kiss without warning, giving room to a wide, malevolent grin to be displayed on his snout, the demon's eyes glowed in a vibrant, strong green, he stood there, like a majestic oak feeding itself from the nurturing energy of the sun, a powerful sun of raw masculinity and sexual energies, that amply rewarded the lust demon's hunting efforts.

Once the dog slave had his orgasm come to an end, Odranelarus sampled the rich in testosterone release with his fingertips that landed on his belly, licking his crimson clawed fingertips clean.

"Mmmhmmm! this is just what I need, guys like you are the reason why I escaped from hell; you have no idea how much I missed the thrill of the hunt, and the delicious reward after dominating strong, yet little submissive and weak willed slaves such as you."

Those words lacked meaning for the slave dog, he was happy to had his release, but the demon was far from done, he returned to action by kissing the dog's muzzle again and again, which enticed his slave to retain his erection.

"Second rounds, they aren't good nor satisfying for me, however you are a wild source of sexual energies..."

The demon's eyes glowed in a deep green color as he looked into his slave's eyes.

"I can sense more of your energies, still waiting for my dominant touch, so I order you slave to give me all of them."

Odran unwrapped his tentacle-cock from around Ignardo's meat, then, Odran placed his right foot paw over the dog's lowered sweatpants and jockstrap, he lowered to the floor, and used his muzzle to kiss the dog's spent meat, which made his slave to release an almost quiet moan in pleasure, after that, the demon wrapped his arms around the Doberman's calves and pushed him up with ease, lifting his prey up and exposing his rear for the demon as the dog's back rested against the wall, leaving those loose clothes on the ground so the canine can spread his legs wide for his enslaver, the demon then pressed his muzzle against the dog's pectorals and used his tendril like tongue to tease those sensitive nipples.

"Cum again my slave, but this time, you will be empty, all of your sexual energies, and your mind will be mine, I will turn you into the little dog you are meant to be, give me your best orgasm, and I will take you out of here on all fours, and that's a pact made by a demon..."

Even if Ignardo's mind was absent, he could make sense of the offer, the dog felt the demon work in between his round and toned butt cheeks, his red penis leaking the second round of pre-seed over the demon's belly and chest, Odran wasted no time, he allowed his sheath to press under the stubby tail before that tentacle dick whet inside.

Ignardo had no desire to resist being mounted by another male, this was his greatest fantasy coming true, and the demon would allow his prey to enjoy this, feeling that demonic meat, it felt so smooth and slimy, a nice tingling sensation filling his insides, as Ignardo closed his eyes and focused on riding Odranelarus' demonic tentacle cock into his next orgasm, the orgasm that would seal his fate as a slave dog, he has to deliver a good one to please his future handler.

Ignardo swallowed hard, catching the soft salty flavor leftover in his maw, as the demon pushed against him, he could feel that hot body and smell that masculine musk of the demonic hellhound, and the sound of the gray furred creature panting as he rammed his maleness under his stubby tail mixing with his own sounds of pleasure, all of these elements assaulting Ignardo's senses as the other male demonstrated his complete dominion over him.

The demon focused on pushing his hips back just to return all in, every time with a faster pace, the dog was able to feel how thick that meat was as it went deeper and deeper, massaging his sensitive prostate with the smooth maleness, and those green eyes watched over him, making sure Ignardo displayed complete submission.

The Doberman felt his body growing hotter and hotter as he remained in closer contact with Odran, the dog could feel his orgasm drawing closer, he released a soft whine, desperate for the demon to hit the point of no return, which the demon complied with enthusiasm by pushing and sliding his flared canine knot inside that virgin hole.

The dog howled out loud, banging his hands against the wall as a second, so much stronger wave of pleasure ran along his body, this time painting the demon's chest and face with his white, musky seed.

After the strong orgasm, Ignardo passed out from the mind blowing sensation, the demon's eyes glowed with that green light once again, Master Odranelarus simply kept a possessive glare set on the Doberman as his insides were filled with the demonic seed, and the flared knot made sure that the seed was all kept inside.

And this was the perfect moment for the demon to execute his grand move.

A chain of dark energy appeared in the air, which slithered in the air like a floating snake to wrap around the Doberman's neck, before adjusting comfortable, Ignardo was a jackpot of sexual energies for this demon, he was a slave for Odranelarus now, and Ignardo wouldn't change a thing about that.

Once the Doberman snapped back into reality, and the flared knot softened enough, the demon lowered his newest pet on the floor with great care.

"On all fours dog!" the demon commanded and the Doberman obeyed without thinking, Ignardo released a bark in happiness.

Odran turned his head towards the pile of cardboard boxes and trashcans, and with a quick glance, all the boxes that were blocking the entrance were pushed to the left and right sides of the alley, empty cardboard boxes folding, and almost empty trashcans slid without problem, resting on the sides, giving the alley the stereotypical look of one.

The demon picked up his slave's gym bag, and stuffed in all of Ignardo's clothing that would serve as evidence of their play in that alley.

The demon got dressed up again before giving the Doberman's ass a rewarding grope, after that, Odran placed the strap of the gym bag on his left shoulder to carry it. another, short chain appeared from thin air, one end connecting to Ignardo's collar, while the other connected to the chain around the demon's waist, keeping Ignardo's head pretty close to the demon's crotch as the slave dog stood on all fours.

"Come on boy, let's go to Jaxel's place, he'll be so happy to see you again, and see on your knees, begging for master's attention like the little dog that you are, after that you can go to the gym and also to your workplace, but like a good dog, you have to return to master often, every time you need sex you must return to me, because I own your slave cock now..."

Ignardo wagged his stubby tail before releasing an approving bark, after that, Odranelarus walked towards the sidewalk of the street, with his newest slave walking on all fours, where he was paraded naked to be trained at Jaxel's house and begin his new life as a dog slave to a lust demon.