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Wolf's New 'Manager'

Part 4

For Limemas

By Draconicon

The humiliation of being fingered to orgasm in a Cornerian alley wasn't something that Leon let him forget. Though they returned to base with nothing but profit - McCloud had been more than willing to cough up a bunch of credits to keep the video quiet - they were silent as the grave as to what happened while they were away. Wolf was grateful for that...mostly. Until he and Leon were alone.

Then the humiliation started again.

Then the forced arousal continued.

Then he was made to remember the whole thing over and over and over again.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"What's the matter, pup? Starting to like it up the ass?"

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep as quiet as he could, but the moans kept coming, and so did the whimpers of pleasure and need that were always there. He huffed and shivered, his eyes closed tight as he was left on all fours on Leon's bed.

In, out, in, out, those fingers went, always teasing his rim, always pushing in that little bit deeper or into a different area, but always giving his prostate that little nudge that it needed to keep his cock good and hard.

Wolf couldn't remember the last time that he had been allowed to cum normally. He hadn't been allowed to fuck Fox properly, and he hadn't been allowed to masturbate since getting back to the station, either. All he had were the edging sessions with Leon, and those were torture in and of themselves, always pushing his limits and making him gasp, making him moan, making him act almost more like a bitch than a proper pilot.

And always, always, always with nothing on but his collar and cock-ring.

"Nnngh!"

He gasped as three fingers became four, stretching his hole more than usual. He gripped the sheets tightly, his body shivering from head to toe, his toes curling and his eyes closing tightly.

"Mmmph...That's...too much..."

"No. I say when it's too much, pup. And this..."

The four fingers curled, and Wolf bit off another whimper, another hiss of pain-pleasure that came from being stretched so far. Leon made it worse, grabbing the back of his collar and pulling his head up, forcing him to look straight ahead, looking at the wall and the mirror that Leon had installed just for this.

"This is just enough for a pup like you..."

He couldn't look away. All he could do was stare at himself, at the state that he had been reduced to. His cock throbbed hard under his belly, and his body trembled from head to toe as he imagined how it would feel to have something more than those fingers inside of him, as he felt the churning, clenching need between his legs.

Want to cum, want to cum...

That was the message that his balls were sending to him, the need that they were giving him. He didn't know how to deal with that, didn't know how he was supposed to handle it. All he knew was that it felt painfully good, and pleasurably painful. His hole clenched hard around Leon's fingers, milking them...

And then the chameleon let go. Wolf slumped forward, gasping for breath, shivering as he fought the urge to hump the bed. Leon snapped his fingers.

"All fours. Again."

"Mmmph..."

"Do it, pup."

This was new. Leon had been commanding, horrifying before, but this was the first time that he had gone this direct in their 'play'. Wolf was responding before he even knew it, taking up the other position, and -

Oh.

His tail went up without him even thinking about it, showing off his pucker once more. Leon chuckled, that scaly finger sliding back between his cheeks, rubbing in a circle around his rim and sending shivers of need that Wolf utterly hated through him.

"That's better...that's much better..."

"Mmmph..."

"Maybe you're not a pup so much anymore. Maybe you're more of a bitch."

There were few other words that would hit a canine psyche more than that, and Wolf was no exception to that rule. He hunched his head down, his ass up, and he felt everything in him that still had pride shying away from it. Yet, at the same time, there was something else, something that Leon had created, some 'pup' that liked the idea of being a bitch. That part wanted to bend over, wanted something more than just fingers in his ass, and that part...

That part made him afraid.

As Wolf shivered, Leon continued gently rubbing his hole with that one finger, tracing a circle around it, making it clench in desperate need. His hole felt puffier than it used to be, almost like it had been made more sensitive, more...more obviously needy than before. Like someone had given him another alteration.

Don't even think about it...

If Leon altered him further, if the chameleon started adding even more implants, then there was the possibility that he'd never be able to get his pride back. He barely had any left to speak of now, and it could be taken from him at any second.

Hold on...hold on...

The finger slipped in again, and he shivered, his cock trembling, particularly when Leon pulled a fleshlight out from behind his back. It was already pre-lubed, and he hoped against hope that it was lubed with actual lube, and not the chameleon's seed.

"Here, Wolf...don't say that your master never gave you anything."

Squelch.

The soft warmth of the fleshlight around his cock pulled a moan from his lips, and he shivered as his hips clenched, his thighs trying to thrust forward. He almost did, then Leon spanked him. He yelped out loud, sheathing his cock in the fleshlight in one go.

"That's it, Wolf...use it...hump it, like a good bitch..."

And just like that, he had little choice. There was a command, this time, a command that made him too terrified to disobey, that he was too horny to not obey. He slammed his hips forward, and he started fucking the slimy tube...even as Leon finger-fucked his ass.

#

Their sessions grew less frequent as contracts started coming in, and Wolf was both thankful and oddly irritated at that. The way that Leon had taken over as the accountant of the team, the way that they were slowly shifting to something more like a security force - if one that was a little more focused on the amoral contracts - was good for the team's bank account, but it meant that the chameleon was more focused on that rather than...than the stuff that they had been doing.

Wolf should have been thankful for that, and on one hand, he was. On the other, however...

I'm not wanting that. I don't want him to keep...

He didn't. Even if his hole clenched just thinking about the chameleon. He pulled his jacket a bit tighter around his chest and a bit higher around his neck, shaking his head as he walked down the hallway of the space station. Everything that had happened to him was something that he could eventually recover from. That was the truth. He knew that. He could...he could recover from it, if he had time.

And this gave him time. He should be fucking thankful.

So why do I want him to...

Every session had broken down his ass that little bit more, had made him all the more curious about what would happen next. He had been kept from cumming for nearly a month now, and that pressure between his legs was a constant distraction. He wanted to get off, wanted to fuck some other -

Nnngh...

Even thinking the word 'bitch' was enough to send a pleasurable tingle down his spine, setting some new part of his mind to wagging its tail. His own actually tried to wag, and he had to stop and force it to stillness to keep from humiliating himself further. He was not some good dog for someone. He wasn't Leon's bitch. He just...

He had needs.

Too many needs.

Once his tail was no longer at risk of wagging itself off, he kept walking. Maybe some target practice would get his mind off -

"Hey, Wolf!"

He stopped in his tracks, wincing as he heard that whiny, rising voice. It would have to be Andrew, wouldn't it? The wolf turned around, his ears pulled back against his skull, his eye narrowed at the approaching monkey.

"What is it, Oikonny?"

"Is that how you are going to address the nephew of the Great Andross?" the monkey asked, coming to a halt and crossing his arms, looking every inch the spoiled brat. "And here I thought that you had some manners."

"I haven't spaced you yet, so you better hope that I don't start considering it an option now."

"Oh, you wouldn't do that."

"You are the worst pilot on the team, and you only got into it because of your uncle," Wolf said, blunt as he could afford to be with anyone other than Leon. "Without him, you're nothing."

"T-that's not true! I'm part of this team. And that means something!"

"It means nothing if I think that you're too shit a pilot to cut it."

"You think that you can just get rid of me?!"

"I think I can afford to start holding interviews."

Wolf turned, considering the matter closed. He had never liked Andrew, and he had honestly been looking for a reason to get rid of him for a while. If nothing else, the collar and cock-ring and training had given him the lack of patience needed to do that, at least. He took two steps, expecting the monkey to perhaps beg for his position, to argue, but not -

"Maybe you shouldn't, if you don't want anyone to find out about that collar. Pup."

Wolf froze in his tracks, his eyes wide. Collar. Pup. The two words were not meant as a tease, but they went right to his cock and balls, forcing the churning orbs to throb harder, his cock rising up as if it were spring loaded in his pants. He didn't dare turn around, not when he had a boner that big. Instead, he slowly looked over his shoulders, narrowing his eye again.

"What...the hell...did you call me?" he asked, loading his voice with as much anger as he dared.

"...I called you...p-pup."

Wolf snarled, hoping that it was enough to hide the little moan that was trying to rise in his throat. The very idea of this piece of shit trying to pull the same thing that Leon had done...

No, no, I am not his pup. I'm not a bitch. I'm not any of this.

He was better than that. A hell of a lot better than that. He turned around, facing the far end of the hallway. Nobody had come his way just yet, nobody else could have overheard this. That meant...

That means that I can just keep going, and pretend nothing's happened.

"Oikonny. You're fired."

"You - you can't fire me!"

"I just did."

"You - you fucking bitch!'

Bitch.

Bitch.

Bitch.

Wolf might have been able to hide some of his reaction to 'pup', but 'bitch' was a different word. His tail went right up, thrusting into the air and showing off his rump slightly. He growled, but it was a different kind of growl, the sort that came from a horny slut of a wolf, not the pack alpha, not the one that was going to rip your throat out.

He gritted his teeth, trying to focus, but it was too late. Andrew must have heard the difference in the sound, because he rushed forward, grabbing Wolf by one arm and pulling him back a bit.

"HA! I knew it. I am the brilliant Andrew Oikonny, after all."

"I swear, you let go right now, or -"

"Or what, you're going to ride my cock with that bitch ass of yours?" Andrew sneered.

Bitch. Stars, why did he have to keep using that word? It was impossible to ignore. At least 'pup' was something that was more focused on youth, inexperience, something that could be taught or bettered or overcome. 'Bitch' was just the word for someone that was too weak to be anything else, the slut that wanted to be on the bottom.

It was shame, total shame for any canine...and it had his tail up and his cock hard.

The monkey pushed him against the wall, groping his ass, and Wolf could only gasp as he felt those slender fingers all but sliding into his hole right at that moment. They were pulling at his cheeks, almost dragging them apart.

No...no...

"Maybe I should take you right here...and prove that there's a superior pilot in the team. Better than Wolf...better than the Bitch..."

Something snapped for Wolf then. He wasn't sure what it was in that moment, but he would be damned if he had some asshole like Andrew talking to him like this. The humiliation of being called a bitch was bad enough, but being pushed down, held like he was some weakling...when the collar only kept him from going after Leon...

He rounded on the monkey and punched him across the face. Andrew stumbled back, gasping for breath after the blow, but Wolf didn't let up. He strutted forward and punched the monkey in the stomach, sending him falling forward. The blow was followed by a knee in the chin, and then another punch in the side.

"Bitch, huh? The bitch? Well, let me tell you something, you little punk...With the wolves, bitches bite."

He threw Andrew across the hall, slamming him against the metal panels on the other side. He followed that up with a throat-grab, pinning him in place, and leaned in, growling in the back of his throat.

He was right about to rip the monkey's throat out right then and there, bad tastes be damned, when -

"Stop it, Wolf."

Leon's voice cut through the fury, and the collar forced him to obey or risk serious pain. He stumbled back, his fingers letting go before he had a chance to think about it. He stared down at his hand, and he realized something horrifying.

He had been conditioned. He no longer thought about whether it was risky enough or worth it to obey. He just obeyed.

...Shit...

Leon walked over to them, the chameleon standing between him and Andrew. His 'master' held up a hand, keeping him from talking, and turned to Andrew directly.

"So, was that worth it, hmm?" Leon asked.

"Nnngh...I thought..."

"You thought he was a tame wolf?"

"He's wearing a goddamn collar."

"And that means anything if you're not the one holding the leash?" The chameleon laughed. "And besides, even if he was tame - and he's not - I'm not going to just let him be used by someone like you..."

Thank fuck.

"Not without a good reason."

...Ah, shit.

"What kind of reason?" Andrew groaned, rubbing his jaw. "I want to teach him a lesson."

"Oh, you can help me teach him many things...but only if you're willing to pay."

"Oh, he's a prostitute now?"

Wolf was screaming in his head, wanting to rip the pair of them apart, but he could already tell that wasn't going to be allowed. He had to be a patient dog, a good dog. That was what Leon wanted, it seemed, and all that he was allowed to be.

Fuck...them...

A little spark of pain followed that thought, and he barely stifled the whimper that wanted to come with it. Leon still must have known what was happening, though, as the chameleon chuckled.

"It seems that the pup wants to hurt us."

"How - I thought you tamed him!"

"I control him. There's a difference." Leon looked Wolf in the eye, that smirk growing. "But I think that he needs a lesson in what he actually is. Come with me."

As the chameleon led the way down the hall to the private quarters, Wolf felt a different sort of whimper rising in his throat. Not the sort of one that came from someone in pain, but the one that came from someone that was utterly terrified of what was going to happen next.

"All fours, bitch."

Wolf was forced obey Leon's command, the obedience itself forcing a hard-on from him, making him stiff and horny and eager right off the bat. He gritted his teeth, keeping his head down and doing his best not to think about Andrew being right there and seeing him like this. It didn't make a difference; he was still humiliated, his cheeks burning, his eyes focused on the wall away from him rather than on the two men behind him. It didn't make a difference. He could still feel them there, smell them, feel the eyes on his ass.

"He looks better naked," Andrew said.

"Yes, he does, but he'll be a while shifting to that permanently. Maybe when we have more thugs to run things for us."

"He's not that good."

"Don't kid yourself, Andrew. He's one of our best pilots. And he's the face of the team."

"So? I could run it."

"Sure. The nephew of the failed Emperor."

"Don't you say anything about Uncle Andross!" the monkey said, rising his fist -

CRACK!

Only for Leon to slap him across the face. To say that Wolf felt some small satisfaction at that would have been the same as saying that the War for the Lylat System had been a mild skirmish. He grinned wider than he should as Andrew stumbled back.

"I will say what I want, little monkey," the chameleon said. "And you are going to do what I say if you want the chance to teach Wolf his place."

"You...you're not in charge!"

"Yes. I am. Wolf is the public face. I am the private one. Since I control Wolf, I control the team. Now, either you are going to do what you're told, or I'm going to tell Wolf to stand up and shoot you right here, right now. Do you understand me, Oikonny, or are we going to open up interviews for your slot tomorrow?"

"..."

"Three...two..."

"I'll do what you say!" Andrew said, the fear in his voice was obvious as could be. "Since when did you get this...cold?"

"I always was." The chameleon sneered, then grabbed Wolf by the ass cheek, drawing him back to the moment at hand. "Now...let's see how well you can put him in his place. He'd been well-stretched, as you can see."

Wolf's face went back to burning in humiliation, particularly when he felt someone's breath against his asshole. The feeling of someone leaning down and looking at him like Andrew was doing at that moment was somehow more humiliating than just being on display, and that was bad enough. He lowered his head to the deck, trying to grind that mental image out of his mind, but it was all but impossible.

"What have you been doing to him?" Andrew muttered. "He's...almost gaping."

"Just fingering him. It takes some time to train his body to relax properly."

"I don't know if I'm going to feel anything."

"Oh, you will." Leon chuckled. "Now. Strip."

"Nnngh...you..." Wolf growled, trying to speak through the sudden onset of hot heat running through him. Agony-heat, warnings of the pain of disobedience. "Please...don't let him..."

"Ah, learning, are we, Bitch?" Leon asked.

Wolf thrust his hips higher at that word, his tail curling until it was almost pressed flat against his back. It didn't make him feel better. If anything, that made him feel that much more exposed, that much more vulnerable to what was going on. He shook his head, even as Leon knelt at his side.

"I know. You're scared. And you should be. Someone else could find out what we're doing and spread the word all over the Lylat system...but that means that you need to trust me. If you don't do what I say, then I'll be the one to spread the news. But if you do what I say...if you're a good bitch...then nobody will know but the ones that I pick."

That wasn't much better, but it was something. A small crowd was better than a cluster of planets, at least. Wolf slowly nodded; he was in a corner, and he had little other choice but to go along with what he was told.

"Good pup..."

That was a better phrase than bitch, too. He gritted his teeth as his head was rubbed, petted, made to be a good pup for Leon, but his cock throbbed all the harder for it, something that he just couldn't get over.

Then...he felt it. A cock against his ass cheeks, something sliding up against his pucker. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He had almost forgotten that this was actually happening, almost forgotten what Leon had promised the goddamn monkey.

"So...you want me to teach him a lesson?" Andrew asked. "Please tell me that lesson is fucking him."

"Yes...It is." Leon chuckled. "But only at a cost."

"And what's that?"

"I get to fuck you at the same time."

"..."

Wolf could almost imagine Andrew's shocked face at the idea. The 'heir' to Andross's empire was a proud man, someone that would never, ever actually allow someone into his asshole. It would -

"Deal."

GODDAMMIT!

Wolf could feel that throbbing shaft coming closer and closer to his pucker, and he gritted his teeth as he realized that this wasn't something that would be put off by some other offer. Leon had gotten what he wanted, Andrew was getting something of what he wanted, and Wolf was getting jack-shit besides getting fucked.

That wasn't what he wanted...was it?

The tip of that hard cock was already starting to slide along his rim, a bit of pre-cum lubing up his stretched hole. For the first time, he was almost thankful for what he had gone through, for the 'training' that Leon had been giving his hole. It would make this whole thing so much easier and less painful, but at the same time, he dreaded just how hard Andrew was going to go. The pair of them hated each other; hate-sex was the only option on the table.

And so it started, with one hard thrust.

Wolf's eyes almost bugged out of their sockets as he felt the monkey's cock sliding into his asshole, filling him and spreading him all at once in a way that was so different to fingers. How...what...

"Ah...ah..."

Wolf's breath came in a wheeze, something that hissed past his teeth and felt like more of a steam whistle than anything else. His thoughts were scrambled, his body shaking from head to toe as he tried to process what was happening to him. He was...he had a cock in him...his hole burned in a way that it had never done before...his insides...

"Nnngh..."

Andrew gripped him with slender fingers, digging into his hips and pulling him back. A few more inches slammed past his rim, and then started moving faster, harder inside of him. His eyes went wide, his head falling down, only for the monkey to grab him by the collar, using it as a choker, a leash to keep him from losing his position. He gasped for breath around the tight pressure on his throat. He would have screamed if he was sane, in control of himself, but instead, he could only gasp for breath as that brutal cock slammed in and out.

The only saving grace was the fact that it wasn't huge. He had seen Leon's cock, knew that the chameleon had a large one, knew that he would have been battered to pieces by that thing and come out of it an entirely different man. Andrew was...less impressive. Still about the same size that Wolf had, maybe slightly bigger, but not much. He was enough to make a point, he realized, which was what Leon wanted.

Leon wanted him to know that he was the bitch, the slut, the thing that did what he was told and just went with it. He moaned under his breath, his breath coming in little wheezes, soft shakes as the monkey rammed into him over and over and over again, each time hilting deep and slapping those furred balls off his. Every time that Andrew went balls-deep, he felt it rattling through him, making it harder and harder to keep his head on straight.

In, out, in, out, his first real cock driving him mad. His own shaft throbbed with each slam against his prostate, and the humiliation of being under the thrice-damned monkey somehow made it worse...and better. He growled against the collar when he had the air, and whimpered when he didn't as he was fucked. The pulling, the tugging -

SMACK!

And then a spank, of all things. A spank for him, Wolf O'Donnell, someone that had terrorized the galaxy. He was getting fucked and spanked by a goddamn monkey, and his cock was hard for it.

Leon was nowhere to be seen, but he could hear the faint unzipping sound that had to be the other guy getting ready for his turn. He gritted his teeth, whimpering as the monkey sped up further, hammering in and out, in and out, using him for everything that he had. The feeling of that cock was somehow not getting any better or any easier, no matter how deep it was, no matter how much he should have been used to it by then. In, out, in, out, the feeling of the veins on that shaft pulling at his rim. Hell, he could feel everything down there, his hole so sensitive, his insides clenching down hard.

"Mmmph...Leon was right...you are right...inside, at least..."

"Nnngh..."

"This is where you belong, bitch. Under real pilots. Real men."

"Mmmph..."

"You love it, don't you? Maybe next time I should do this - NNNGH!"

Whatever Andrew was going to say that he should do, or where, it was cut off, and the monkey gasped for breath as he was squished up against the wolf's ass cheeks. He could feel the pressure of Leon finally joining in, and huffed for breath as the thrusting slowed down, stopping as the chameleon took his fun.

"What's the matter, Andrew?" the chameleon asked. "I thought you were willing."

"Mmmph...I...ow...ow..."

"Aren't you going to put the Bitch in his place?"

"Ha...ah..."

"Can't think?"

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, my cock has that effect on people. A little bit of my own work there, a little science applied to it to ensure that my victims stay...compliant. Now...let me show you how it's done."

...Oh, no.

He had a half-second to brace himself, and that wasn't nearly enough as Leon took control. The only comforts that Wolf had were Andrew's fuzzy body between him and Leon's direct thrusts, and the knowledge that the monkey was going to take the full brunt of what the chameleon had to let loose.

That didn't make it easier for him to take it, though, particularly when Leon was going harder than usual just to make sure that he felt it all the way through the monkey intermediary. He gasped for breath as the chameleon started hard right from the start, feeling Leon use the monkey as a furry strap-on between the pair of them, hammering forward, spreading those furred cheeks, and making Andrew bottom out inside of him. The constant slip and slide of the monkey's cock, the wet feeling of pre-cum and slime inside of him, all combined with the hard pace that Leon set for the both of them, was something that was pushing Wolf right to his limits.

And Andrew past his. The monkey came in short order, shooting his seed deep in Wolf's hole, but that didn't matter. Even as Andrew screamed, begging for mercy, Leon just kept going, thrusting, fucking, hammering away. There was no mercy to be had, and there was no escape from the situation that the monkey had found himself in.

If there was a chance to think, perhaps Wolf would have found that to be a rather satisfying bit of revenge. As it stood, he just moaned, lost in the forced pleasure of his asshole being invaded, focusing on obeying, focusing on the pleasure that it brought rather than allowing himself to think about anything that was actually happening. There was no shame if he just focused on how good it felt. There was no humiliation if he just allowed himself to go along with it and enjoy it rather than thinking about how this was wrong, all wrong.

He felt himself falling further and further in his own head. Even as Leon milked a second orgasm out of Andrew, even as he found himself being broken further and further on the rutting speed behind him, he wasn't sure if he even cared. All that mattered was the pleasure, the thrusting over his prostate.

Pleasure was an escape.

Pleasure stopped the humiliation.

If he had to be a pup to not be a bitch, then he'd be a pup. He submitted to it, and lowered his head against the collar, taking the thrusting and falling further into the reality of his submission. Andrew was screaming, Leon was growling commands, and Wolf...was there. There, oozing, moaning, panting like a good little slut at the bottom of them all.

No. Like a good little pup.

Pup.

Pup.

Pup.

The End

Summary: Wolf has been pushed harder and harder by the training that Leon puts him through, and soon finds himself at odds with Andrew, too.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Andrew, Wolf, Wolf O'Donnell, Leon, Chameleon, Monkey, Humiliation, Conditioning, Obedience, Master/Slut, Starfox, Rule 34, Anal, Threesome, Orgasm, Cum, Edging, Humiliation.