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The german shepherd's heart pounded with excitement inside his chest. He couldn't help but grin with the dog's wide array of white teeth as bare as the rest of his body given his completely naked state. Perhaps someone might think that Anton ought not to be so excited given his current condition, but he was. Oh, he sure was.

The german shepherd was tied to a bed, but it was her bed. She had put him in a spread position with his wrists tied up to the corners of the large bed's headboard and his ankles to the bed's feet. The leather bindings felt taut, leaving the dog almost no possibility of movement, but he didn't care. He also didn't care about the blindfold she had put over his eyes after she had finished, nor about the fact that he found it weird that she had chosen to tie him up lying on his chest rather than on his back. Guess she wasn't planning on riding him this time. At least, not at first. Anton wasn't worried, though.

With his face pressed against the bed, he could smell her. She had put on the special sheets on her bed, too. The ones she didn't mind getting dirty with his juices... or her juices. Fuck, he could smell it in the sheets as clearly as he could smell it when the canine shoved his nose between her legs. It only added to his excitement. Anton rubbed his muzzle against the sheets and sniffed, grunting with growing arousal.

"You just about done, sweetheart?" he asked out loud, growing impatient. He didn't know what she was doing but he could tell she was still in the room with him.

"Almost. And I told you not to call me sweetheart!" Her voice was playful despite the reprimand. Anton simply grinned.

Maybe she'd like the nickname if they were actually boyfriend and girlfriend, but their arrangement was... different. It hadn't been too long ago that Anton had boldly responded to her ad on having a spare room to rent out. Since the german shepherd had just gotten a nice internship in the heart of the city, he needed a practical place to stay. Problem was, they were all expensive as fuck. But that's where playing football almost religiously through the whole of high school came in handy.

Felicia wasn't the cutest cheetah he had ever seen, but her slender form and short stature had its own appeal. Anton used to have a preference for canine bitches, but the kitties had their qualities too. That short fur, those pretty spots, the incredible flexibility... The dog considered himself extremely lucky to have landed that deal.

He didn't have to pay a single penny for his room. In exchange, he provided her with some... services. It was true that, in the beginning, he thought he would only have to knot her every now and then, which was just fine and dandy for a big dog such as Anton. It was a few weeks into the deal that he found out that she had some... unique tastes. In other words, she was kinky as fuck.

Which was why the bondage no longer surprised the dog in the least. Ball-gags, whips, even candle wax she had asked him to use on her. Anton was more than happy to provide since it always meant he got to sink his cock into her hard at the same time. It was all just great until she came up with one particular idea.

And that idea was the damn thing between Anton's legs that made her scent on the bed bring him frustration instead of simple pleasure. The big dog had been more than skeptical when she said it would be so hot to see the small metal chastity cage locked around his sheath.

"It'll be just for a little while!" she had said.

"It'll make sex a hundred times better when it comes out!" she had also said.

"If you put it on, I'll let you..."

...And all the other things she whispered to him in order to convince him to do it. Anton thought he could handle it at first, but on the first day when she had him getting her off with his tongue, he was already hating it. A male dog wasn't supposed to be locked up like that! It wasn't natural!

It had already been almost a whole week of that fucking hell, but after a lot, a lot of asking from his part, she had finally gotten annoyed enough to relent on letting him cum on Saturday morning.

"When they would have enough time to make it memorable," she had said.

And now it was Saturday morning. The german shepherd's cock was straining hard against the damn cage in anticipation. Just the thought of feeling her cunt around his cock, her warmth, that tightness around his knot... It had the dog huffing with built-up need.

But then, instead of her climbing on the bed to give it to him, the doorbell rang. Anton's ears perked up and he growled with annoyance.

"Let it ring! C'mon sweety, let's get this done," the dog urged. She giggled in her own special way.

"Don't be silly. You just stay put and I'll be right back."

"But Fel! I've already been waiting for like half a fucking-" Anton paused, for he heard her going out of the bedroom to tend to the door. "Half a fucking hour..." the dog sighed.

He kept his ears perked up. The door opened, then there were voices. She sounded happy. The other voice was male. He couldn't make out what they were saying, though. It was earlier than he expected that he heard her coming back into the room.

"Finally! Can we please just get on with it now? I fucking need this!" Anton said. Despite the blindfold, the dog still turned his muzzle back to 'look' at her even being unable to see. Instinctively, however, he sniffed, and then his canine nose picked up a new scent in the room.

"He's that eager for it?" a male voice asked from behind him. Anton's ears shot down right away. The big dog immediately pulled against his restraints in a natural instinct to cover himself. He was naked over the bed! Bare! Exposed! His tail shot down between his legs.

"The fuck?! Did you bring someone into the room, Felicia?!"

She just laughed at his reaction. That soft, giggly malicious laughter of hers. "Don't worry. He's just here to help!"

Anton was still bothered. He shook his head! "Nuh-uh! This is too much, Fel! I could maybe handle some threesome shit if it was another girl, but I'm not getting in bed with a DUDE!"

"Hey, I don't do it with dudes either, man. I'm not doing that," the other guy said. Anton found some level of relief in that.

"Don't worry, Anton. That's not what's happening here," Felicia said chipping in again. "Jeremy here is a good friend of mine from..." she hesitated for a moment, then cleared her throat. "Well, a good friend. He's also a vet! He's here to make things fun."

"A vet?" Anton asked, growing nervous again. "Like, the type that treats ferals and shit?"

"Well, technically I'm in vet school. But I'm graduating next year and I've been working with an internship on three different farmhouses with all kin-"

"Okay, okay Jeremy," Felicia said cutting him off. "Let's not spoil the fun here. I assume that's all you're gonna need?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. That's all."

Anton's ears were up and about. The german shepherd growled as they talked behind him. His hands were curled into fists and he pulled at the leather straps keeping his hands tied to the bed again. Why did that kinky equipment have to be so resistant? Why did she have to fucking blindfold him?

"What are you talking about? What surprise? I don't like this! Why do we need some dude if you just promised you would... you know!"

"Don't worry, Anton. You're gonna get what you asked for so many times," Felicia said. Anton felt her hand caressing his leg for a little bit. "Even if you were a bad, bad puppy for insisting so much when I explicitly told you not to..."

Felicia giggled. Anton's ears fell back down again because he had heard that malicious giggle before. He heard it while she pulled his balls through the ring of the chastity cage, when she gave his balls that one smack with the riding crop so he could 'feel what it was like'...

"I don't like this, Fel! Can you just let me go?" Anton fought to keep that bit of worry out of his voice but he wasn't entirely sure he had succeeded. She giggled again.

"Don't mind him, Jeremy. He's been a naughty pup so he now he's trying to make up for it. Trust me, he likes it rough! Here, his safeword is..."

Anton's ears shot up. He heard her whispering something, but they had never set a safeword before. The german shepherd knew they were getting increasingly kinky, but he never thought they needed one. Would they need one? What was it?

"Wait, what? I don't know anything about that!" Anton exclaimed. Felicia's hand came to caress his leg again.

"Don't be silly, Anton. Now, you get started with the lube, Jeremy, and I'm gonna add the final touches to my sweet pup here."

Another big red flag lit up inside Anton's head.

"Wait, lube?!" The dog squirmed on his bondage again. He did his best to look back, but the damn blindfold was damn tight around his head! "Felicia! Sweetheart! I told you at the very beginning that I wasn't gonna take anything up m- hnfh!"

Anton recognized the taste of rubber that assaulted his tongue all of a sudden. The german shepherd bit down on it, but as always, the plain red ball-gag resisted the pressure of his teeth.

"Ffhhccihahh!" Anton tried to call out, but she was already strapping the ball-gag to the back of his head. Anton shook his head back and forth as wildly as he could. He wanted it out! The cheetah, however, sat by his side on the bad and caressed the dog's mane in the most loving of ways.

"Aww. Is my puppy getting agitated? What's wroooong? You said you'd do anything to cum, didn't you?" She giggled again. That damn giggle full of malice and second intentions!

Anton huffed. He had said it, yes, but he hadn't meant it literally! He sniffed the air again and with her so close and he could smell it, too. She was wet! So very, very wet. The smell of her sex was strong on the dog's nose, prompting Anton to sniff the air towards her a few more times just to catch a better whiff of it. That kinky devil! She was getting off to all of it! Anton became well aware of the chastity cage's presence all as his pent-up cock tried to harden once again...

"All done. I think that should be enough..." Jeremy, the other damn guy, said to completely ruin any semblance of a mood Anton might be building up. "Should I just...?"

"Yes," the cheetah quickly said. She moved away from the bed with a giddy excitement that Anton didn't need his eyes to notice. "You do your thing. I'll sit back here and watch!"

The sound of her pulling up a chair filled the room. The smell of her sex was still prominent, at least to Anton's sharp nose. He hoped that Jeremy, whoever he was, wasn't a canine...

"Alright then..." the other male said, then Anton felt his weight coming over the bed. The muscular german shepherd immediately tensed up. He was lying on his chest, all limbs spread, tied to a bed with his rear up... and another dude behind him. Nope, he didn't like this at all. Anton tried to growl, but with the ball-gag keeping his muzzle awkwardly open the sound that came out of it was just a mockery of one. His ears folded back and his bushy tail, as shameful as it was, darted down between his legs to hide what it could.

Anton felt a paw on the back of his thigh that he hated, but then the other one pulled his tail up to expose him.

"Hmmmfgh!" Anton complained, wiggling as best as he could. Which was almost nothing at all.

"Don't worry, big guy. I've never done this on someone that's... well, you know, like you before, but I'm sure it's not so different!"

Though Jeremy seemed like he was trying to sound reassuring, Anton's heart just sped up. Someone 'like him'? Did he mean like him as in, a dog? Or as in, not a feral animal?!

"This is the smaller probe I had, but uh... Well, it won't be so bad. I put on extra lube for you!"

PROBE?!

With one hand still holding his tail up, Anton felt it. Perhaps it was the veterinarian way to be fast and direct, or perhaps that Jeremy guy was just a fucking bad vet, but the large thing that got pressed right beneath Anton's tail was shoved down so hard that even his 100% virgin ass was forced to give way to its slippery but very, very sizeable girth.

"HMMMFGH!" Anton pretty much howled through his gag. His paws clenched into tight fists and every muscle in his well-toned body tensed up to its maximum as the fucking veterinarian pushed something into his ASS!

To someone like Anton, who had never let even a pinky finger get near his tailhole (and Felicia had tried), it felt like Jeremy was shoving a whole log up his ass. Whatever it was, it felt thick, and when Anton reflexively clenched his ass around it he could feel that it was as hard as steel. After the initial penetration, Jeremy hesitated when Anton started thrashing against his bindings. The dog was possessed with anger! He did his best to growl and threaten, but he felt utterly helpless bound and blinded as he was. Because of that, Anton's ears were folded back in a sign of submission he did not want to display through his anger. He hoped that indeed Jeremy wasn't a canine able to recognize that.

"I don't think he likes it very much," Jeremy said, but Felicia cut him off right away.

"Keep going! That's just part of his thing!"

The vet didn't. Not right away, at least, which left Anton feeling that damn thing resting inside his ass for even longer. He wanted it OUT!

"How would he even say his safeword if-"

"Jeremy, dear, do you want your payment for this or not?"

Anton couldn't see, so he had no idea about what she did. All he knew was that he heard Jeremy gasp, then his nose picked up her scent growing stronger for a moment. The german shepherd's muscles were already starting to ache from the burst of effort from his thrashing, but his attempts at growling at them didn't cease. Would Jeremy finally stop?

His answer came soon enough. Whatever she had done, Anton felt the 'probe' getting pushed further into his ass, inch by inch, forcing his tailhole to spread further and further for its width. The german shepherd was right back to his muffled howling of outrage.

"I gotta find the right spot," Jeremy explained, though Anton wasn't sure to who. To the german shepherd, the right spot was having that thing as far away from him as possible. It felt like far too long before Jeremy finally stopped. The probe, whatever it was, was lodged deep enough into the german shepherd that no amount of clenching would push it out. At that point, Anton himself just lay still in the bed. He was just glad for the moment that it had stopped going in.

"I think that should do it," the fucker said from behind. Anton could feel, and smell, her coming close to see it. She fucking giggled.

"Nice! It looks so good on my puppy! Now, how does it work?"

Her smell was so fucking strong. Even despite his situation Anton couldn't help but sniff at it. She would pay for this. Oh, she fucking would. With that smell near his nose, Anton's thoughts were turned towards making her pay by railing his knot into her and knot-fucking her against a wall until he came five times from it. That after making 'Jeremy' swallow that 'probe' whole.

"Well, uhh, here. It's connected to this controller. I just turn this slider up and then it'll s-"

"Shhhhhh!"

Whatever she didn't want him to say, Anton felt her jumping over his legs to stop Jeremy from doing so. For the first time, the german shepherd noticed that there were also other things touching the back of his legs. They felt like rope? Cords?

"It's a surprise! Anton has been begging for it for so long. Now he's going to get it, won't he? My puppy..." The german shepherd felt her hand caressing his exposed rear. So damn close to the damn THING sticking out of his ass. The sheer thought of how the sight of him laying there on his chest with something coming out of his ass like that made the dog feel his face growing hot again. He hated that feeling.

"Uhh, alright. Can I do it then?"

"Wait. Just a second..."

Anton couldn't see, but when he felt her wet fingers brushing against his wet nose, the dog knew right away what she had done. His nostrils flared up as he inhaled her scent. It was powerful, primal and so very familiar. She had rubbed her own juices against his nose and, when her hand pulled away, it left his nose wet with it. She knew all too well how sensitive his canine nose was and how crazy that usually drove him.

"Hmmmmrgh!" Anton complained, shaking his head. Her scent was maddening! He didn't want to get aroused with a fucking thing up his ass. In fact, through that whole deal, the dog had completely forgotten that all of this was supposed to be about him cumming. Even despite Anton's own mental efforts, his sheath swelled and soon enough his cock was bumping against the metal of the chastity cage that hadn't even been unlocked.

Her soft hand reached beneath him then. Anton felt it sliding between him and the bed so that she could feel his chastity cage up. The dog felt a small squeeze on his junk, then her gentle finger poking around the tip of the metal dome to indeed find the red tip of his cock there pressing against it. She let out another one of her giggles and, in response, Anton felt embarrassed again.

"Okay, he's good. Do it." Her hand gave his locked up junk another playful squeeze. What the hell was she talking about?

"Okay..." Jeremy said, sounding fucking unsure. Anton tensed up again. Do what?

And then he really felt it.

For the first two seconds or so it was a sudden, literal shock happening inside his fucking ass. It felt like it spread, making him tense up with his reflex to curl up was stopped by the straps keeping him spread. Then, the shock actually got stronger! It resonated through the whole of his rear and it fucking hurt!

"HMMMMMMFGGHFMMMFFFFGH!" Anton pretty much yelled through his gag. The constant shock grew even further in intensity for a moment, every fiber, every muscle of the german shepherd complaining about it...

He started huffing, enduring the feeling as best as he could but it was so intense that he felt as if he might pass out.

"Just a little more..." Jeremy said, making Anton's eyes, which were shedding tears he hadn't felt he was letting out, grow even wider under his blindfold.

"It works!" Felicia yelled. Through the sheer intensity of the electricity, the german shepherd barely even registered how she squeezed at his cage again. He just wanted it to stop! A few more seconds of pure agony went by before, all of a sudden, it ceased.

Anton went limp. There was drool on the bed under his chin and his blindfold was wet with his own tears. His eyes were still wide after the absolutely awful experience and his breathing ragged. His tailhole, he noticed, clenched ever so slightly in an involuntary manner after the incredibly rough treatment.

"He cummed! See?" The cheetah pulled his hand out from under Anton. The dog's downed ears twitched. Jeremy said something that his slow brain didn't quite register.

He had cummed? If he had, that had been the worst, most horrific and absolutely pleasureless orgasm of his life.

"I told you it would work," the vet said, sounding almost proud. "It works on the farm bulls and they're three times his size, so of course it would work on him as well."

What?

Felicia squealed with excitement. "Oh, that's so freaking hot! Through the chastity cage and everything!" She must have brought her hand right over his face because suddenly Anton's nose picked up the heavy, very familiar smell of his own cum. "See, Anton? You nagged me all week to cum even though I warned you against it, now you got it! Isn't that nice?"

The german shepherd couldn't answer even if he wanted to, but the way his ears fell back against his head probably told her everything she needed to know. It got worse when Felicia did the same thing she had done before. She wiped her hand on his face and nose and then Anton indeed felt that there was a copious amount of his sticky seed on her hand. The smell of male cum stuck to him much like hers has, making him frown under his blindfold and turn his face away with disgust.

"Do it again!" Felicia said. Anton stopped trying to clean his face on the sheets. His ears perked right back up.

"Already?" Jeremy asked.

"Yeah! I promised him he'd cum his brains out so we're definitely not gonna stop at one!"

Anton still felt weak, but he started pulling against the leather straps again right away.

"Hmmfgh! Hmfgh!!" the dog tried to say! He shook his head as fast as he could.

"If you say so. Damn, you guys sure are kinky..."

Anton shook his head harder. "Hmmmfgh!! HMMHGF!" he tried to say, yell, scream! He thrashed, clenched, bit down on the ball, anything but-!

"HMMMMMFGGHHHFMMMFFGG...!" Anton screamed through his gag as the awful shock returned. He clenched hard on the damn probe, tensed up just as before and closed his eyes shut. The dog bit down on the rubber ball as hard as he could.

"Uhh, need a little more..." Jeremy said through his agony in an incredibly casual tone. As if he wasn't torturing Anton with his fucking device! Much to the german shepherd's dread, the intensity actually increased little by little. He could feel it as it coursed through him, radiating from the one place nothing should radiate from.

This time, the awful electricity lasted for a few seconds longer before Felicia put her hand under Anton again and yipped with excitement.

"It worked! He's cummed again, I think!"

The vet finally did whatever it is that he did to make it stop and, once again, Anton went limp. Everything just ached after the horrible, forced ejaculation. He did realize he could indeed feel his cock pulsing against his cage, dribbling little droplets of liquid from its tip that felt a little like pissing. His cock was trying to grow against the cage, but it wasn't in the pleasurable and slightly frustrating way that it did when he was teased while wearing that cursed thing. It was as if it was just... a mechanical reaction. Probably because it really was.

"Hnngh..." Anton groaned. He wanted to beg her to let him out. The dog felt weary. Exhausted. More than just spent. His cock actually ached a little. If it was up to Anton at that moment, he'd never want to cum again in his life.

"Awwww. Is twice in a row too much for my puppy? But you've gone twice inside my cunt!" Felicia said. Her hand came up to rub the dog behind the ears as one would a feral. Anton's ears remained lowered. To his surprise, she actually started fiddling with the blindfold behind his head, then undid it. The light blinded the german shepherd for a moment after being in the dark for so long, but when his eyes regained focus, he saw her there with that same malicious smile of hers.

"Hnnnghmf!" Anton tried to say, then he bit at the ball slightly. At the same time, he pulled at the restraints keeping his wrists and ankles spread. He wanted out!

"Learned your lesson yet, puppy? Are you going to be nagging me to cum every day while in chastity when I tell you not to ask?" Her voice had a cooing tone to it.

Anton, however, just frowned at her. How could she do THAT to him just because he asked to cum? Kinky was fun, but it had its limits! He let out a soft growl through the gag, as best as he could, and pulled at the restraints with more vehemence.

Felicia didn't look as worried as she should be. She just shook her head. "Tsc tsc. Looks like my puppy hasn't quite learned his lesson yet! Or perhaps you're enjoying this so much that you want a third!"

Anton tried to growl again. She had to know that no one could possibly ever enjoy being made to cum by that horrible... machine! Before Anton could do anything, though, she signaled back to the vet.

"Hit him again, Jeremy! He wants a third!"

Anton's eyes, now free from the blindfold, went wide. Now that he could, he bent his neck as much as possible and looked back. As it turns out, Jeremy was a red fox. Skinny, young, poorly dressed and, worst of all, with a weird controller in his paws with several wires leading to the metal thing stuck in Anton's ass. He then turned up a slider...

"HMMMFGHHMM.....!"

Anton's hell started all over. The german shepherd pulled at the leather as hard as he could, but the magnitude of the sensations that hellish device put his body through had it stiff and just barely responsive. Felicia was standing there, right by his side and with a hand under her skirt as the freaking bitch watched tears stream down from the german shepherd's eyes when he was forced to endure the third shock from the electroejaculation device.

Just as before, it grew in intensity slowly as Jeremy carefully turned the slider on, making it harder and harder to bear until the electricity pulsing right against the dog's prostate made his cock react to it underneath it. Through the hellish cage, Anton again barely felt the trickle of liquid come out from something that could never be called an orgasm to mat the sheets and fur of his belly with his seed.

"I can't tell if he's cumming again. He might not have much left," Jeremy said. Problem was, the fucker turned the shock even HIGHER in response, making Anton scream into his gag again. The seconds crawled by for Anton as he was forced to endure it. He couldn't possibly know, but he could swear he had cummed twice in a row through the intensity of that higher, third shock. His cock spasmed, but then again, everything felt stiff, hard, cramped-up in the most awful of ways!

And then, just like that, the fox turned it down and the agony stopped.

"Eh, I'm pretty sure he must have, right? Uhhh..."

Anton was too beaten to pay attention. The smell of her sex hit his nose while he panted hard through his gag and her soft moans registered in his ears. His lazy, still wet eyes glanced to the side to see her hand slowing down between her skirt and pulling away. She was panting too. Had she been...?

"Anton is a good pup," she said, coming closer. The german shepherd was too exhausted to even try to reply. His whole body ached. "Aww. Were you crying, Anton? Was your little orgasm reward too much? But I thought you were my big alpha dog. You always say you are..."

Her hand came to wipe at the wetness clinging to the fur of his muzzle, but in reality, it only added her own juices that were stuck to his finger to it. Anton could smell them. His cock, however, was way, way too tired to rise to the occasion. It still felt unnaturally hard inside his cage, but there was just a dull, uncomfortable ache to it after everything it had been put through.

"I'll ask you again. Are you going to be nagging me to cum when I put you in chastity?" Her tone was caring, almost sweet, but Anton lowered his ears to it anyway. This time, there was no growling, no outrage. The german shepherd let out a little whine and quickly shook his head in response.

She smiled and petted him. "Good boy! You can remove your toys now, Jeremy, I think we're done here."

The pulling out wasn't much easier than the shoving in. Anton groaned through his gag and twitched with discomfort as the wide metal thing was pulled out of his ass. Even if he was glad it was out, he still felt weakened. Everything hurt! Anton made an effort to glance back at the fox when the probe was finally out of his ass and when he saw just how thick that metal thing made for fucking farm bulls really was, he couldn't believe that had been inside his ass.

"That was fun," the fucking fox had the nerve to say. "It worked better than I expected! And you, uhh, you really enjoyed it too, huh?"

Felicia left Anton laying there to go to Jeremy. Anton closed his eyes for a moment. He just wanted to curl into a ball and stay away from sex for a year or two, but the leather straps attached to the bed wouldn't even let him do that.

"It was really fun," Felicia said to the fox. "I think it's time I pay you for all your hard work."

To the exhausted dog, the subtle meaning of that did not click. It wasn't until he felt a whiff of musk in the air that the bound german shepherd opened his eyes again. When he glanced back, he saw the fox on his knees over the bed still right between his own spread legs and with his equipment by his side. Jeremy had his damn pants opened, from where a very modest red canine dick popped out. The fox moaned because Felicia was also there, lowered between his legs, with half of the fox's dick inside his muzzle and bobbing her head up and down while giving the fox the very same sly smile and doing the exact same tongue-extending trick she always did on Anton's cock when she sucked it.

"Hmmfgh!" Anton complained, pulling at his bondage, biting at his gag!

They ignored him. All Felicia did was push Jeremy to the side, which made Anton feel the fox's weight as he laid right over the bound german shepherd's leg and side in an awkward way. Then, she was back at his cock and he was back to moaning. Felicia then slid up the fox's body until her muzzle met the vet's so that they could kiss. All right beside, or rather, right over Anton who was still bound right there.

They kissed. He lifted her skirt. She moaned, he started thrusting...

The german shepherd was starting to think that he really hadn't been lucky at all with his rent-free arrangement.