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Brian's instructions were clear and simple. Most business was handled quickly, people came, did their stuff and left. Other times, people would come in and chat, snuggle, maybe stay for a meal and sleep over. It was more like going on a date or having a boy friend or a girl friend for a while. There were usually a few of them.

Another thing about them is that they generally came back every once in a while. They kept friendships alive once they were established. Chances were that if everything was successful, this wasn't going to be over in one night.

Everything started at the front desk, and their registry of who was coming for what. Sure enough, there were a few big spenders. Before sending him off, Catherine had specifically told him to find a male and to pick someone that could fuck him without causing pain. That ruled out quite a number of them.

Scrolling through the list, he came across a sandshrew. Physically, they weren't too drastically different in size. He tried to remember how big their penises generally were. He reluctantly scrolled through another few names as he thought. At one time, his slave duties included stretching out his hole so that he could handle a wide range of clients. It was hard to figure out what would hurt him now. The sandshrew felt like the best bet out of the list.

He pulled up a few more details to try to plan the night. His name was Roger and he was some sort of traveling businessman. That was about all that was known about him. Roger was a new client.

The garden room felt like a safe choice. So was a collection of mellow classical music. Brian picked out a light bondage package, a few plugs, dildos and gags to be tucked away in the closet. It was much less than they usually stocked in rooms. He wanted it to feel fun without feeling like a dirty place.

With his night more or less planned, there was only one thing left to do, go out and meet the client. Brian looked around the waiting area and found Roger flipping through a hardcore bondage magazine. He immediately began to second-guess his choices for the night as he walked up and sat down in front of the sandshrew. Everything had to be perfect. He held out his paw and smiled, "Roger, I presume."

The sandshrew quickly sat the magazine down in his lap, and took the paw in his hand. "That's me, and you are?" he asked.

"My name is Brian, your date for tonight," the growlithe replied as he helped himself to a quick glance of Roger's penis. It was a decent size, but something else quickly stole his interest. He also couldn't help but notice that the sandshrew was looking over a picture of a growlithe, bound in a standing position with his penis sandwiched between two plates of glass. Several close ups filled the opposite page. One of them was covered by Roger's hand, but from the background, he could tell that it was probably a close up of the face. A lot of people like to see slaves cringing in pain. The other close ups included a better view of the cock and ball torture toy that clearly showed a few electrode wires. Across the bottom was a series of pictures showing the insertion of a speculum as well as a shot showing the growlithe's wide-open ass.

Before his mind could fully process the page, Roger closed the magazine again and set it aside. There was still time to book a bondage room if it was still necessary. Depending on the client, it was sometimes hard to sleep in those, but satisfying a client, and more importantly, satisfying Catherine was more important.

The sandshrew got up and asked, "So, where are we off to?"

Brian only saw the cover for a moment, but something about it compelled him to try to take a closer look. "You can take that with you if you want to finish looking at it," he said as he turned around to lead the way, "I've got a pretty charming room picked out for the night."

The magazine dangled from Roger's hand as he walked. So many questions and so many answers were just out of reach. The sandshrew put a hand up on Brian's neck and remarked, "I see they don't keep you on a tight leash here."

The growlithe kind of smiled. He had mixed feelings about that remark. Part of him felt certain that he'd wind up on a leash again for this job. "I try not to find myself on the collar end of the leash," he explained, "I don't usually treat guests, but I figured someone like you could use an exception."

They rounded a corner and before long, they were there. Not too far from anything, not much walking. "That's cute," Roger said, "Do you hit on all your guests?"

Brian turned his head to face Roger as he pushed the door open. "Just the ones that I want for myself," he said as he revealed the green tinted room. Soft classical music flowed through the air. The walls were covered with various flower motifs. A planter held a bush carefully sculpted into a bayleaf. In the middle was a large four-poster bed, with an ornate headboard and a pair of nightstands flanking it. "What do you think?" he asked, hoping that he picked the right room.

Roger took a few steps in and set the magazine on the nightstand before sitting down on the bed. He looked around and sarcastically remarked, "Well, I was feeling rather horny earlier, but suddenly I feel like having tea and discussing philosophy."

Brian followed along and hopped up next to the sandshrew. He put a paw on the magazine and took a closer look at the cover. It was the back of a growlithe's head. A large patch was shaved in it with patches of hair that spelt out, "Noriron." That was where Catherine had sent him to be a slave for a while. It was their bondage magazine and that was the back of his head. He could distinctly remember getting it shaved for that shot when he got there. Catherine had asked them to put something together so that he would draw a harsh crowd. He was the feature in that magazine and chances are those were old pictures of himself that he saw earlier.

"Is this more your style?" Brian eventually asked, while staring at the magazine.

Roger leaned back in the bed and pulled Brian next to him. "I guess I just didn't expect this kind of royal styling in a whore house," he said.

"It's romantic," Brian remarked, as he ran his muzzle along the sandshrew's chest.

"I suppose it is," Roger admitted as he pulled rolled Brian onto his back. "Do you prefer this or something naughtier?" he asked.

"My life is pretty much all kinky, naughty pain sex," Brian declared, "A bit of a break every now and then is good though." He couldn't help wondering if Roger knew that was him featured in that magazine. He also couldn't understand how it got there. It was after all, a rather old issue. The important thing with those was that it was new to the reader.

At least Roger was easing in nicely. He straddled Brian's body and buried his head in the growlithe's fur. "Yeah, and I've been over due for a break for a while now," he remarked.

"Let me help you ease that tension," Brian offered, "What does your heart desire?" His breath grew shallow with a bit of anxiety. That same line had gotten him into plenty of trouble on pervious occasions and he couldn't help thinking about some of his past adventures. It seems that they weren't all over just yet.

Slender fingers worked their way through the growlithe's thick fur. It was wild and coarse without the treatments he took when he was a slave. "Fuzzy," Roger remarked, not minding the roughness one bit. It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough.

The evening was getting off to a rather slow start, though these jobs tended to be slower than the quick in and out jobs. Roger took his time feeling Brian up for a while, causing the occasional squirm as he found a few ticklish areas. Discovering those tender needle tracks from earlier was only going to be a matter of time.

"Well, today I desire a date. There's certainly things that I want to do, but I want to make sure you have a good time too," Roger explained, "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"I like the sound of that," Brian said. It was comforting news, but the sandshrew's hands were getting closer. It was almost time to wince in pain.

"Is there anything special you'd like to do today? Perhaps some secret fantasy that you'd like to indulge in," Roger pried, "I really like hearing about people's fantasies."

"Well, I'd certainly like to know a bit about your fantasies, but I suppose you asked first," Brian said as the sandshrew shuffled down his body a bit. "I was really hoping to get myself fucked. It's been a long time since anyone took me up the ass and I kind of miss the feeling."

Then it hit him and it hit him hard. There was a sudden jolt of pain as Roger managed to find the first of his fresh wounds, which were well hidden by the fur on his body.

"Careful," Brian snapped, "I'm a little sore around there." He settled back down as soon as the surprise was over. As much as Roger said that he wanted a date, Brian was afraid of doing anything that might anger him.

The sudden outburst wasn't poorly received. It managed to draw a bit of intrigue as and Roger lifted himself up and tilted Brian's muzzle down to look him in the eye. "Oh, someone's been a bad boy?" Roger suggested.

Brian rocked back and forth underneath Roger and he shook his head. He raised a paw between the two of them but didn't touch Roger. It was not yet time to play the docile submissive but he wasn't going to get his chance if he did any more. "It's not quite like that. I was helping out with a bit of training," he explained.

With that cleared up, it was back down and back to work for Roger. He started combing through the fur carefully, trying to avoid causing any pain. Despite his efforts, he couldn't find any signs of bruising or open sores. The needle tracks were just too small to find under the thick fur. "How about you tell me the story?" Roger suggested, "It sounds like a good naughty story."

In his current mindset, it wasn't hard to get Brian to admit his submissive tendencies. Now that his wounds had somewhat been discovered, there was also no point to concealing things either. "My friend and I were trying to teach someone a few lessons in good S&M play. It takes a while to get someone to be a good dominant and I was being the submissive to practice on," Brian explained, skipping over the details.

As soon as he stopped talking, he found his leg being squeezed. It took a few tries, but surely enough pain flared up in one of the tiny wounds. With that, the tortured growlithe found himself slipping deeper into his already submissive mood. Roger was giving him all the signs that he wanted to be treated as master during his stay.

Once it became clear that the correction had been successfully administered, Roger asked, "How about letting me hear some of the nice juicy details? Tell them to me in a way that'll get me going."

He seemed to play the dominant role well enough. Brian shut his eyes and breathed deeply as he began, "The first thing was to pick out some restraints. A long time ago, some stocks and stuff were made, the bulky thing that take up a lot of room. My mistress brought them over with her. She helped get things started. There was this stand that goes around my body and hind legs tied down, forelegs going outwards, standing on two feet." Brian shrugged and pointed a paw at the magazine. "That book might have something similar," he mentioned. He was certain that that they had taken pictures of him in that thing. However, he couldn't remember which of the pictures made it into the magazine.

Roger continued poking around, find the tender spots next to Brian's partially erect cock. He could tell that he had found something by the way that Brian shook underneath him as he touched the area. The fur was slightly thinner there, but it was more than enough to keep the wounds hidden in the dim mood lighting.

"After I was strapped down, she surprised the both of us by bringing out some needles. It's been a long time since I was tortured with needles. It was scary for the both of us, and really made me feel submissive," Brian quickly concluded.

That explanation earned him another squeeze right where his wounds were. Brian whined out in pain, Roger was starting to get a feel for where he was hurt. It wasn't really that bad, but it was kind of unexpected.

"Come on, tell me a bit more, you pain slut," Roger begged, "Your story isn't really too arousing."

"How about I tell you something else that'll help you get going?" Brian offered, "I don't think some of the people involved would appreciate me telling that particular story."

Roger lifted his head off the growlithe's furry chest and asked, "And what might that be?"

Brian took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He spoke with a soft, quiet voice like he was sharing a close secret, "That's me on the cover of the magazine you were looking at earlier. I'm the feature of that issue."

Somehow Roger didn't seem too surprised. He shuffled up Brian's body till they were nose to nose. Most of his weight was placed on the growlithe's shoulders, effectively pinning him down as he remarked, "I see you weren't kidding about that being your life."

"It's a job," Brian said with a bit of a blush.

"And I suppose my night here is just another part of your job?" Roger teased as he ran his nose down Brian's neck.

The growlithe's throat rumbled as he nervously spoke, "Well, no, I don't do this all the time. It's a special occasion."

"But you still view this as work don't you?" Roger once again accused.

Finally, Brian whimpered softly and pouted. "I guess I'm trapped," his voice cracked as he spoke.

Once again, Roger ran his fingers through Brian's fur. "That sounded cute, say it again," Roger demanded.

This time, Brian gave more of a whine than a whimper before he repeated, "I guess I'm trapped," his voice once again cracking as he spoke.

Roger collapsed against Brian's chest and rubbed his head against the fur. He pressed his ear down against Brian and listened to the sounds of his chest as he asked, "That is cute. Can you just get your voice to crack whenever you feel like it?"

"It's just a cute little trick I picked up along the line," Brian mentioned.

"I like it," Roger said as he rests his head on Brian's chest fur. "How about telling me more about your work? It sounds rather interesting," he suggested.

"Well, usually I work as more of a manager these days. I train the workers, keep them properly motivated, scheduling, making sure everyone goes for their regular check up, that sort of stuff," Brian explain, "But it's still fun to be on the ground floor every now and then. After all, everyone has desires right?"

"A bit of a break from the usual to help recharge. Perfectly understandable," Roger remarked. He leaned to the side and brought a hand up next to his head to let his finger run through Brian's fur. "I hear there's actually quite a lot of submissive manager type people. There any truth to that?" Roger asked.

Brian held his paws aside, not sure what to do with them. He had been driven into a deeply submissive mood and didn't want to interfere with anything. "I guess you could say that but submssives really tend to come from all sorts of places," Brian remarked.

"When I meet someone new, I can't help wondering, but that sort of stuff never comes up in regular conversations," Roger said. He ran his hand down Brian's side. The growlithe's body shook a little on the initial contact and quickly calmed down. A few seconds passed before the sandshrew rubbed his thigh against Brian's crotch to discover a partially erect member.

Contact with Brian's cock had finally been made. He squirmed quickly, first to get away, then to put more of his cock into Roger's hand. "What about you, do you fall into that category as well?" Brian asked.

"Perhaps, perhaps," Roger answered, "Though maybe I just don't like to let my submissives know about it."

"More fun for you that way?" Brian chuckled.

"Definitely," Roger said. He curled his fingers around Brian's cock and held it firmly in his hand. "Lets me feel more free to do things while I'm still feeling things out," he explained.

It didn't really matter if he liked to play submissive from time to time. Brian was just happy that it looked like he was going to get fucked as Catherine asked of him.

Slowly, Brian rolled his head to the side and Roger shifted his weight in turn to stay balanced on top of the growlithe. "I guess I won't pry. We don't want you feeling like there's anything holding you back," Brian commented.

The growlithe felt himself pinned at the shoulders again as Roger pushed himself up again. "Is that your way of saying that you want to get hurt?" Roger suggested.

"If that's what you want to do," Brian admitted, "I do like to indulge in my submissive side every now and then."

That managed to draw a snicker from Roger. "You want me to do with you as I wish," Roger chuckled. He slid down a bit and rubbed his crotch against Brian's. He was pretty hard, but Brian's cock had retreated back into his sheath.

"I just want to make sure you have a fun and memorable time," Brian remarked.

Roger flicked Brian's nose as he answered, "Is that your way of telling me that you want me to hang onto your card?"

"Well, you do sound like you know how to make an interesting night. You're not a trouble making client and you pay good money up front," Brian calmly and plainly stated, "I don't see any reason we wouldn't want you back."

Roger's hips rocked back and forth a few times, rubbing his cock against Brian's groin, reminding the growlithe of why they were both there. He had needs and Brian was getting paid to attend to them.

The growlithe tensed his body and drew his legs in around Brian's sides. He smiled at his client and asked, "So tell me, how about I help you relieve some tension?"

Roger pushed his body up higher until he sat down on the growlithe's tail. Brian's hind end twitched in anticipation. The sandshrew slowly ran his tongue along his lips. "I'll be a gentleman and help you first," he said.

That was the last Brian saw as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes to relax. He reached out with a paw and kept it on Roger's shoulder as he felt the tip of the sandshrew's tongue prod against the tip of his cock.

The sandshrew had a firm grasp on Brian's cock, squeezing it a few times to help it fill nice and plump. His lips closed around the tip of the cock. He lowered his head over it, taking more into his mouth. At the same time, he pulled the skin back with his hand, keeping it taught against the flesh as he squeezed at the base.

His tongue slid back and forth across the bottom of the cock. He licked it once, twice and then sucked the air out of his mouth. The throbbing member slid smoothly against the sandshrew's moistened lips, easily drawn in deeper.

A firm grip worked its way up Brian's cock as Roger tried to squeeze a drop of precum to the tip. It was still quite early, but he managed to get a faint taste. Roger pulled his head a little higher and let some of it slide out of his mouth before sucking it back in. Meanwhile, his hand wrapped itself around the growlithe's tight sack. He gave it a firm tug and rubbed the orbs against each other. Brian bit his lip for a moment, his hind legs twitched ever so slightly. The firm tug quickly became painful with a good squeeze to go with it.

Brian yelped playfully, but otherwise made objection. It wasn't really anything to worry about yet.

Roger moaned deeply as he pulled his head up again. He leaned forward and prodded Brian's belly to get his attention. Just as the growlithe looked up, Roger grinned, intentionally showing his teeth and said, "You know, I like a man who can enjoy a bit of pain with his pleasure."

Another fair bit of pain hit as Roger squeezed Brian's sack a little tighter. The growlithe whimpered with a bit of pain but otherwise had something a goofy smile on his face. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want to hurt me," he teased.

Roger made a scene of licking his teeth, "Let me know if you want to bleed." In a flash he was back down at the growlithe's crotch. This time, he was more reserved about using his tongue and let his teeth grind against back and forth against the hard shaft before dipping his head lower and squeezing it between his hard molars.

He tilted his head and went at it from the side, growling as he went. Brian grinned wide as he found a deeply masochistic part of himself that he had buried for so long. His paws brushed Roger's head, making no attempt to stop the assault.

Roger poked his tongue out and hooked the member right in the middle. With a quick jerk, he slipped Brian's cock into his mouth. He took a moment to suck on it before he swung his head over to the other side.

The tip slid out and once again Brian found his cock pinched between Roger's molars. With a playful growl, the sandshrew shook his head back and forth. The skin followed along under firm pressure as Roger's head slipped up and down the shaft. Brian twitched around on the bed. With one hand, Roger gingerly squeezed Brian's knot. The other hand squeezed Brian's nuts and wasn't so gentle.

There was a voice echoing inside Brian's head. It was Catherine's voice, one of the things that she often while she was training her, "Go on, show that you like it. You know you want to." After that she'd always pause for a moment before snapping, "Cum slave, or I'll have those dysfunctional bits cut off you."

Roger cleared his hands away and put his lips onto Brian's sack. Quickly, he sucked them in and closed his mouth. The sandshrew winked and gave a sharp tug as if he were gunning to bite it off.

Brian went limp and whimpered. His cock quivered for a while and then it stopped almost as quickly as it began. A moment later, a thin drizzle of white liquid escaped. It followed the shaft down and soaked into Brian's pubic fur.

"Wow, somebody likes it rough," Roger remarked, "More teeth, less tongue, you're a pretty fun toy to play with." He settled down, and positioned his head on Brian's thigh.

Brian groaned deeply, "Please use me?" Roger seemed to be the type that had a dominant side that was just begging for someone to be brave enough to invite him.

"Direct too," Roger remarked. He sat up between Brian's legs and got up on his knees. "So tell me something, do you like to take it raw?" he asked.

It seemed like he was getting closer to his goal. That was a step in the right direction at the very least. It was also enough to get an excited squeal out of Brian.

"Be honest with me now," Roger insisted. He provided a little encouragement by squeezing Brian's inner tightly, the fresh needle tracks bringing forth a new jolt of pain.

"Take me any way you want me," Brian said, "You don't need to hold anything back."

That was good enough as a yes to get started. Roger positioned himself up against Brian's hole. He started with a gentle push, nothing that would cause any pain. "You're not going to change your mind on this one, are you?" he asked.

"Just take me already," Brian begged, "My subby little ass needs a good fucking."

Roger pushed in from the hip. Getting started was always a little difficult. Brian was trying his best to relax and let it happen. He whimpered and flexed his legs. A bit of strain was showing on his face when Roger gripped his shaft and forced the tip in with his hand.

There was still quite a bit of build up before the fucking could really start. Getting the head all the way through the sphincter was a big step. It was as much work for Roger as it was for Brian. The sandshrew took a deep breath and grit his teeth as he pushed in harder. Every little bit was a small struggle. Brian squirmed at the advance. The pain ended quickly enough, but it was only for a moment.

Roger made another quick jab. All the skin around the growlithe's hole followed the shaft in. Roger wasn't pulling back. He was actually trying to force his way deeper but not getting anywhere. There was a new pain, an inevitable pain as Roger pinched Brian's rump to pull some of the skin back. Skin rubbed against tight skin. It was also not a good place to have been needled.

Roger did the same with the other side, before easily pushing a bit deeper. There he stayed for a while, just rocking back and forth a little, just relying on the flex of the skin. "A bit of pain, along with a bit of pleasure," Roger remarked.

"When it comes to sex, sometimes I have trouble telling the two apart," Brian panted, "You know how it can be." He squinted as Roger pressed in a little deeper. There was still a fair way to go but taking it raw was a rather straining process.

It took a lot of force to make any progress. Brian flicked his ears and held his breath as Roger lifted his rump and pressed down with his weight. It felt almost like pushing against a wall. One that was caving every so slightly and grinding all the way.

Roger gasped for air and paused his advance. Most of it was in now and Brian could feel the tip poking around inside. The growlithe went limp for a while and took a few deep breaths to relax. It wasn't a bad size, but it was a lot of rubbing.

From that point on, Roger continued with a series of gentle, loving thrusts. The bulk of the pain was over and it was mainly pleasure now. He reached out with his hands and let his fingers run through Brian's fur, avoiding contact with the pup's cock. There was a gentle rumble bellow his fingers as the growlithe let out a groan.

It was still a comfortable size. Any irritation was easily ignored with the pleasure it caused. Brian squeezed and got a good grip on Roger's cock. It just felt good to do that.

Roger could tell that Brian had loosened up a bit. His chest was rising and falling in regular shallow breaths. He no longer tremored when rubbed. There were also a number of happy groans and other noises coming from his mouth. Everything seemed like he was enjoying himself.

"Are you going to cum for me? Show me that you like it," Roger joked.

Brian groaned again before he answered, "I will if you want me to. I'm a good slave."

"Can you cum when I do?" Roger asked.

Brian slowly waved a paw in the air. "This isn't a story, that's harder than it sounds," he muttered, sounding a little taken away by everything.

Once again, Roger took hold of Brian's sack and gave it a good hard squeeze. "You're here to help carry out my fantasy, don't tell me it can't be done," he insisted.

"How about I just fake one," Brian snickered, pretty sure that would get him into trouble.

He was rewarded with another good squeeze. This time, Roger wasn't letting go. Pain rocked his body and he found it hard to stay still. "Now, now, you should know better," Roger said, "We'll have none of that. There better be some good squirting out of your cock." He pulled the sack towards him as he pushed in hard as he asked, "Do I make myself clear?"

The growlithe winced and nodded. As soon as he gave himself over, Roger released his grip and Brian sank back into the bed. There was only one pain left in his body and it was a good pain. It certainly felt like Roger was having fun deep inside and close enough to grind against Brian's rump.

In another attempt to get in trouble, Brian asked, "Are you going to give me a lot of warning?"

"All you're getting is a good fucking," Roger informed him.

He was starting to make longer strokes now. Going out was easier than going in. Going in stung a little, but by now, desire had taken over. Brian merrily murred away with each stroke. A minute later, Roger was done and pulled out completely.

Brian whimpered in disappointment, and looked into Rogers's eyes. His hard-on still stiff and throbbing.

"You had your turn," Roger said as he turned off the lamp. The sandshrew collapsed on top of the growlithe and kept the pup's paws from going anywhere, "And no playing with yourself while we're sleeping."

Brian focused hard to get his hard on to retreat back into his sheath. His job was done for now and he shut his eyes. Any stray thoughts quickly vanished from his mind as he quickly drifted off into a nice peaceful sleep.

It was not going to be a very restful night for anyone else though. Over in Brian's room, Catherine pumped up her energy bubble and let it burst, channeling all the built up power into a massive dream eater attack. She was in control of everyone's dreams now. For those who couldn't live their fears, it was time to dream them.

Stacey went to check on Brian to find him completely taken over by Catherine. He was begging for another injection and was willing to do anything for her to get it. It broke her heart to find that he simply didn't care for her any more.

Meanwhile, Edward picked up Crystal and carried her down to the dungeon where a special project was waiting for him. Something came in from one of the executives for him to groom into a personal toy.

A rather gruesome sight greeted them when they got there. Writing covered the wall, the same phrase over and over again, "Free at last," written in blood. Across the body read, "I am a slave to nobody." It was clearly a very slow death, but some things were simply not meant to be caged.

It was something he had to deal with alone. Much to Crystal's dismay, she was cast aside and told to leave. There was only one other person she really cared for. She went off to seek out Stacey, but instead of her usual self, Stacey was bitter and angry. The little rattata drove Crystal out before she could ask what was wrong.

Stacey had already gone to see Crystal about her problems. Though it was a Crystal controlled by Catherine. One who blamed Brian's addiction and the break-up solely on her.

To top things off, Crystal left the fight just in time to see Edward carted off as the latest personal toy. They all lost everything that mattered.