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Bryan woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily and with the strange feeling that he'd been having the weirdest dream.

It took the grey wolf a few seconds to get used to the shadows around him, that only seemed to be disrupted by the dim light of a lamp somewhere behind his back. He felt his head spinning with every movement he made, and for some reason it was difficult to think properly, as if ideas wouldn't connect with each other the way they usually did. He felt as if his mind was heavy, filled with so many hazy thoughts that it was difficult to stay aware of his surroundings.

But he managed to do so, and it was then when he found out his wrists were tied together with a strap of black leather and hanging well above his head from what looked like a chain in the shadows. <<What the...>> he thought, as he slowly tried to understand the meaning of that. The wolf then tried to break free by moving his wrists, but that only filled the dark room with a tinkling noise. Starting to feel a growing headache, he stopped moving and closed his eyes. When he opened them seconds later, he realized he was completely naked.

The implications of that suddenly hit him as he growled, both frustrated and embarrassed, and tried to break free even harder than before.

"I wouldn't try too hard if I were you," a calm voice said behind him, making his fur stand on end. "Those chains have resisted before and you can only hurt yourself..."

"Who..." the wolf started, but then cleared his throat. It felt sore for some reason. "Who is there...?"

Even though Bryan couldn't see anything from his position, he could hear the steps of whoever was there, walking around him. The wolf only had to wait for a few seconds before someone appeared by his side and moved until they were looking at each other, just a few steps away.

"Who the fuck are you?" Bryan asked, getting more and more angry with each passing second. "What do you want?"

The black cat that stood in front of him felt familiar for some reason, but he couldn't quite tell who he was. Maybe he was someone he had met in high school... yeah, maybe one of those wimps that only lived to be pushed around all the time. Still, he couldn't put a name to that face that was looking at him with so... so much interest. The wolf growled again, struggling with the chains as he tried to get to that stupid cat and give him what he deserved. However, his head stopped just a few centimeters away from the feline's face, who just gave him a mocking smile.

"Hello again, Bryan," he said, after a few seconds. "Do you know where you are?"

"In the dungeon of a fucking psycho, by the looks of it," the wolf muttered, trying to untie himself from the chains. It only hurt his wrists. "Let me go now or..."

"Or...?" the cat interrupted him, tilting his head. Bryan didn't know who he was, but he seemed to be enjoying that immensely.

"Or I swear I'll kill you, scumbag," he spit, showing his bare teeth.

The black cat's smile just got wider when he heard those words. In spite of being in the shadows, Bryan could tell he was keeping himself calm and relaxed, much more than himself. And most importantly... unlike him, the cat was dressed, wearing a white shirt that made him more easily seen in the dark. Maybe that was why, Bryan thought.

"Oh, I don't think you'll get that chance anytime soon, my pet. Although I'm pretty sure you'd love to, wouldn't you?"

"Don't fuck with me. I don't... wait," the wolf stopped in the middle of the sentence, registering the words he had just heard. "Pet? What do you mean with that? You sicko, I'm no one's fucking pet..."

He tried to break free of his chains yet again, in vain.

"Oh, really? Well, I do think you are." The cat licked one of his small fangs, still looking at the wolf with more than simple amusement. "Present yourself, my pet."

Bryan opened his mouth to answer, but his words never left his throat. Instead, he just felt as if someone had suddenly pushed his head under warm water, muscles suddenly relaxing completely as he hanged loose and limp from the chains. Everything around him seemed to get blurred and hazy all of a sudden, but he could still hear a muffled voice speaking, a slow, soft voice so full of devotion and obedience that it took him a while to understand it was his own.

"I am my master's good pet. I must serve him in any way he sees fit. I belong to him completely. I must obey. I am a pet. I must obey."

And as soon as those words were over, it felt as if his head had just been pushed upwards again, out of those warm waters, and he stood there, shuddering and feeling terribly confused.

"W... what the..." he managed to say, looking at the cat in front of him with a new respect. "What have you done to me?"

"Hmmm, everything and anything," the cat answered, with a low purr. "Nothing too bad. Mostly, I've taught you to embrace the side of you that you've been denying for so long. The good dog inside you that simply wants to obey."

"That side doesn't exist," Bryan growled, defiantly.

"Oh, is that so? Then, why did you get so... excited all of a sudden?"

It took the wolf a few seconds to understand what the feline meant, but when he looked down to his legs he found out that he was right. His erect cock stood there, throbbing, a proof that the words of the black cat were true and that he was enjoying the situation far more than he was willing to admit.

Was he? Bryan fought against that idea for a few seconds. No, he had never liked that stuff. Damn, he had never even liked any other boys to begin with. Had he? His thoughts were getting all entangled and sluggish again, and he closed his eyes, tired. The weird feeling of being pushed underwater still remained at the back of his mind.

"Please..." he said, with a hoarse voice. "Please, I don't know who you are, but please..."

"Ah ah. It's a bit late for that now," the cat said, grinning and stepping towards him. "Maybe there was a time when you could have broken free by being nice and saying the right words, but not now. Besides, as you can see, you're enjoying this..."

"P-please..." Bryan started again, the embarrassment and fear and helplessness suddenly taking over him as he tried to break free from the chains again. "Don't tell..."

"Tell anyone?" the cat guessed, his grin getting wider. "Oh, don't worry, big boy. I'm not going to do that. It'd spoil our fun." He blinked an eye, playfully. "No, I have other plans for you."

"Plans...?" Bryan asked, fearing the worst.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll let you know in advance. Or even better, why don't you let yourself know?" Bryan didn't understand the question at first, but then the cat said a word and the whole world seemed to fade under warm, dense water again. "Beg."

"Please, master. Pleeeeease..." the wolf heard himself whine almost immediately, with the most pitiful, submissive voice he had ever produced. "Make me yours... Use me in any way you want. I want to be your good boy, your pet. Fuck me, master. Fuck... me... uuuh..."

He tried to stop those words from being said, but it felt as if his whole body was far away, drowning somewhere else. The wolf could only hear himself begging as if he was a complete different entity, over and over. The warm water around his head almost made him zone out, and reality seemed to fade away for a while. When he regained full consciousness again, he found himself humping the air, his hard cock already leaking some pre, unable to hold his arousal back. He was whining, begging; not with words as he had previously heard himself do, but with dog sounds.

The whole thing was so embarrassing that he felt his face turn red almost immediately.

"N... no... I..." he managed to say, trying to stop the humping; however, once it had started, it seemed almost impossible to stop it.

He felt so horny. He knew that now. But that couldn't be.

That... couldn't...

"Oh, don't worry," the cat said, interrupting his thoughts. "I'm not going to do it myself. I know by now the way you like it best, big boy."

"The way I... By now?" the wolf repeated, more and more confused with each passing second. "No, I... wait..."

But the cat didn't listen to his words and walked around him once more, getting out of his sight. Bryan gulped, knowing that the feline was now right behind him and that he remained completely helpless and vulnerable. For some reason, the feeling was starting to seem strangely familiar, as if he had already been there before... But that was impossible.

He'd never... he'd never been in that kind of situation before. The remnants of the bully inside him roared in anger, pledging to have revenge once he was freed from those chains.

Then, he heard the claws of the cat tapping in what sounded like a plastic object. It only took him a few seconds to connect that sound to the cat's previous words as he guessed exactly what those claws were tapping.

"Oh, no..." he started, trying to break free from those chains yet again, pointlessly. "N-no, no no..."

"Sssshhh, don't need to be scared, big boy," came the voice of the cat, as calm and sensual as ever, rolling a purr that made perfectly clear how much he was enjoying that situation. "Here, why don't you beg again so I can hear that beautiful voice of yours."

And the world faded again. Bryan's head fell to his chest as his mouth hung open, tongue lolling out almost automatically. He started humping uncontrollably, his erect cock thrusting the air with each movement, pre dripping from its tip as he let out a low growl.

"P... pleeeease..." he heard himself say; or at least, that completely submissive version of him that he had never known before. By then, it was starting to sound awkwardly familiar. "Master... use me. I want to be... your good pet. Good... boy... nnngggh... p-please..."

It was difficult to speak like that, with his tongue lolling out, and his words soon got interrupted as he again started whining like a dog and growling in pleasure. Drowning in that hot water that made him feel so terribly aroused and obedient, Bryan barely felt the pressure that was starting to push his buttocks apart. However, he soon became perfectly aware that he was lifting his tail obediently, even though he hadn't been asked to. It just felt natural.

Soon, the wolf felt the dildo making its way in, as the cat pushed it slowly but steadily into his ass. By then, the hot waters were lowering down and he was becoming aware again. The first thought that went across his mind was that getting that thing inside him shouldn't be that easy on the first try, but it seemed to be getting deeper into him quite easily. Had they... done that before? That simple idea sent a wave of humiliation down his body and he tried to resist.

It was then when he noticed the cat had placed one of his small paws on his chest and was stroking it slowly.

"Come on, big boy, don't make things difficult," he purred, his body close now to the larger canine. "You'll love it if you just relax and enjoy."

That last word seemed to trigger something inside the wolf, and his whole body shook violently. All of a sudden, it was as if all his senses had been amplified and he could feel every touch in his skin much more intensely. The pressure under his tail seemed to send a wave of pleasure through his whole body, melting all existing tension into a state of perfect bliss. He tried to say something, his pride still preventing him from fully enjoying the experience, but the only thing he managed to let out was a loud moan as the cat took advantage of the moment to push the dildo even deeper. That simple movement sent an electric shock down his spine and his body shuddered yet again.

The next minutes seemed to go on in a haze, the wolf barely able to understand what was going on anymore. The pleasure he felt coming from between his legs was just too much to handle and his mind went back and forth between a state of total loss to that pleasure and moaning helplessly. The paws of the cat had started exploring his body too and they also felt incredible; fur too soft to be real, those claws just too teasing, like black velvet driving him crazy wherever it touched. Drool trickled down his open muzzle, falling to his chest, as his fully erect cock throbbed desperately.

He wouldn't have been able to say for how long they were like that. The cat kept pushing the dildo in and out his ass, which no longer offered resistance, and Bryan could feel the wonderful pressure sending shivers down his body, his mind lost in pleasure as he just kept moaning and drooling. That submissive part of him he had heard just a few minutes ago no longer seemed so unknown; in fact, it had become difficult to tell it apart from his own mind, as if both had just melted together. It felt so good that he didn't mind anymore.

He could hear the cat speaking, but he couldn't really understand his words either. The sound of his own moans and growls seemed to muffle the feline's voice.

He only knew that he needed to cum. His mind and body were craving that same simple thing. He needed to cum, so hard. There was nothing that'd make him happier, nothing that he needed or had ever needed more than that; he just needed to do it. His rock-hard member was leaking so much pre, he didn't know for how long he'd be able to contain himself.

Yet he couldn't.

The answer soon came to his mind in the middle of that haze: he needed permission... his master's permission to cum. He was his master's good pet. He had to obey. There was no other way. And until his master commanded him to do it, he wouldn't cum. He'd stay on edge, moaning desperately, even if his whole body felt like it was burning under the hottest flame; he had to obey. The wolf could hear himself speaking those words, "obey" and "cum", over and over, accompanied by some other words that he could not really pay attention to because he was simply too lost, too gone to even care.

His eyes then caught a glimpse of the cat's paw rising, ready to snap his fingers, and his whole body shook in anticipation, knowing what that meant. The fire inside him roared even louder as his whole body seemed to melt away, pushed over the edge so intensely that he was about to pass out, but ready to hear the word that would set him free.

He was his master's good pet. He had to obey.

And then, the black cat snapped his fingers and Bryan heard a simple word:

"Sleep."

Bryan woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily and with the strange feeling that he'd been having the weirdest dream.

It took the grey wolf a few seconds to get used to the shadows around him, that only seemed to be disrupted by the dim light of a lamp somewhere behind his back. He felt his head spinning with every movement he made, and for some reason it was difficult to think properly, as if ideas wouldn't connect with each other the way they usually did. He felt as if his mind was heavy, filled with so many hazy thoughts that it was difficult to stay aware of his surroundings.

But he managed to do so, and it was then when he found out his wrists were tied together with a strap of black leather and hanging well above his head from what looked like a chain in the shadows. <<What the...>> he thought, as he slowly tried to understand the meaning of that. The wolf then tried to break free by moving his wrists, but that only filled the dark room with a tinkling noise. Starting to feel a growing headache, he stopped moving and closed his eyes. When he opened them seconds later, he realized he was completely naked.

The implications of that suddenly hit him as he growled, both frustrated and embarrassed, and tried to break free even harder than before.

"I wouldn't try too hard if I were you," a calm voice said behind him, making his fur stand on end. "Those chains have resisted before and you......"

"And then it'll happen again. From the very beginning. You'll wake up in the same room, completely naked, your wrists tied and hanging from the ceiling. I'll walk around you, teasing you, and as usual you won't know who I am. I'll then use the triggers, one by one, and you will obey. Then, I'll take that dildo and fuck your ass, and it will feel amazing. Then, before you cum, always before you cum, when you think you're about to lose it, I'll make you sleep again. And then it'll happen again. Over, and over, and over."

There was no answer to those words.

Bryan was kneeling on the floor, his arms hanging limp by his sides as he stared vacantly, eyes glassy and his expression totally blank. The wolf's head was resting on one of his shoulders, a trail of drool trickling down his slack jaw. His muzzle was completely open, tongue lolling out just like a good dog. Between his legs, his erect member was so hard and swollen that it almost seemed as if it was about to burst in ecstasy.

But it wouldn't. Not in a long time.

"You'll stay like this until I come back. No getting out of the trance. No waking up," the cat said, firmly. There was no visible reaction in the wolf's face, but he knew his mind was slowly registering the words as he spoke. "Repeating that same scene over and over again. Getting so ready to cum, but not until I command you to."

The wolf remained motionless on the floor. The only sign that he was alive was the slow movement of his chest rising up and down as he breathed. The rest was just a very big, mindless dog, ready to obey commands.

Rory grinned. He had wanted to have the wolf like that for a long, long time. When he finally had been given the chance to put his plan into practice, he simply hadn't been able to resist. The storeroom had always been his first option, but the thought that they might be caught had always put him off. The black cat grinned as his paw closed around the small key he was holding.

Of course, being friends with the Arts teacher always helped. No one used that room anymore, and there was only the key that Rory was holding.

No one would find Bryan in that place.

No one but Rory, that was. After the six hours of classes he had ahead, it would be simply perfect to come back to such a horny wolf all for himself.

"You are a good boy," he repeated, once again. "You must obey."

Bryan didn't answer, but Rory wasn't expecting it either.

He turned to the door, thinking for a second that he was getting braver and braver each day. Maybe next time they'd have to do it in a special place. Maybe even in detention.

Rory would have never dared do that in such a public place, but he knew perfectly well that Mr. Leslaie wouldn't hear them.

Yeah, he told himself. That sounded like a great idea.