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An Owner Infested

Part 2

For dracwarrior

By Draconicon

"Subject Dhahabi. Welcome to your first day of training. We've prepared something...special for you. I hope you enjoy it."

"I highly - mmmph - doubt that I will..."

There was no answer from the intercom, not that he expected one. They were not here to comfort him or to ensure that he was happy with his situation. Just as he had done with many slaves, they were there to make sure that whatever happened to him later, he was trained to enjoy being on the bottom of things. The werewolf rolled out of bed as best he could with the swollen shaft between his legs, feeling the occasional thrum through his urethra down to - yes, it had to be his prostate with the swelling that came from back there. It kept him stiff, kept him throbbing, and most of all, made him all too aware of every slight bit of stimulation, real or imagined, to his shaft.

And that meant that he had morning wood from hell...except that it would never stop being morning wood. For that matter, he would never be able to get it off, if it had been built to specifications. This one didn't have the weaknesses to wear and tear that the other parasites had, and if the specs were right, then this one was all the more addictive compared to the other generations.

His only hope - quite literally - was that someone had screwed up down the line. If one of his scientists had cut a corner, if someone had done something wrong, then there was the faintest possibility that there might be an escape from this bondage. He doubted that was the case, doubted it quite heavily as a matter of fact, but he knew that it was, at least, possible.

Taking a deep breath, he walked around the cell, pacing himself, getting used to the feeling of that throbbing parasite that kept buzzing, pulsing, sucking at his prostate. Every time that it rubbed against that little nub, he could feel something draining out, like some syringe sucking something away. That traveled up through the narrow tubing down there, creating a wider point that he could feel traveling up, only to really grind against his cock as it traveled up his urethra.

It would then shimmer through the outer layer, showing streaks of some clear fluid just under the surface of the parasitic worm, traveling down to the base of his shaft on the outside, making the gold ring at the base stand out that much more for a few seconds. The whole thing would go more or less still, then the same thing would happen again about fifteen to twenty seconds later. Very regular, very stable.

Very disheartening.

Thankfully, it was mild and regular enough that he was able to feel used to it within a few minutes. He was able to walk without gasping, without shivering, without having to go stock still just to stay on his feet, and that was the best that he could hope for. He kept pacing through his cell, taking his time to really focus on himself and his situation, until -

"Subject Dhahabi."

That one came from outside the cells. He turned, seeing the badger that had put him into this situation in the first place as well as two maned wolf security guards. They were still wearing his logo, humiliatingly enough, though they stood with -

"...You already took them," he muttered. "You -"

"The other prototypes had just reached maturity while you were down here. We decided that it would be useful to have other test subjects," Archimedes said.

"You..."

"And it's not as if you haven't experimented on your employees before, have you?"

"..."

"That's right. Now. Step forward."

"Hmmph. So you can put restraints on me, I suppose."

"Oh, there's many on you already," the badger said with a chuckle. "But yes, in a manner of speaking. So, have the hallucinations stopped?"

"...Mostly."

"Mostly, hmm? What remains?"

He refused to answer. Shaking his head, the werewolf stepped up to the glass barrier, half-expecting some small part in the wall to break away, and he was right. However, it wasn't around his hands, but rather in front of his cock. It slid through a hole, much like a gloryhole, and rested on the other side.

"Fascinating creatures, aren't they?" Archimedes said. "I thought that you had already reached the pinnacle of what could be achieved with them with the previous generation, but clearly, you have a mind for this."

"Were you one of mine, or some spy?" Dhahabi asked.

"Oh, one of yours, until someone else made a better offer."

"..."

"Now, let's make sure that you're going to be behaved. A leash, first."

The badger held out his hand to one of the maned wolves, receiving a gold-tipped leash that slid all too easily into the ring at the base of his shaft. It wasn't until he received a small shock, however, that Dhahabi actually reacted, gasping as his cock jumped up, as the parasite -

"NNNNGH!"

He fell to his knees as the badger released the leash, moaning and huffing, humping the air. The glass barrier was coming up, and that could have been his chance to run. Instead, he was too busy dealing with...with all that...

His eyes all but rolled into the back of his head as he felt the parasite tighten all the harder, feeling like some sort of suck-pump all along his shaft. His breath came in sharper and sharper gasps as it pulled tighter, tighter, tighter still, feeling almost like it was becoming a true second skin rather than just a layer painted on. He leaned forward, his cock humping across his chest, nearly brushing his lips as the maned wolves stepped behind him, as Archimedes grabbed the leash once more.

"Think of that as a taster, Dhahabi. This leash can channel various degrees of electrical shocks into the parasite. Think of it like a control leash. It'll make sure that you do what you're told...and it will keep you on the leash."

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"Speak. Do you understand?"

"Ha...ha..."

"Hmmm. It seems you need another taste."

The werewolf tried to get a word out, but it was too late. Another shock, weaker than the first, hit him. Rather than tightening, the worm...expanded. Not around his shaft, but inside his urethra. It was like a slowly-spreading sounding rod that was reaching deeper into him by the second, his eyes almost popping from their sockets as it went into his depths, running along his prostate, and then further still.

Ah...ah...they've...taken it further...

There was no way that it should have had this many different functions. He had been told that it was all but impossible for him to get all the things on his wish-list that he had sent down to R&D, but apparently, someone had found a way to do it. The fact that it responded to a hand-held remote that not only teased his shaft, but could be connected to it this way, was somehow worse than if he had been controlled from further off without being able to see his 'master.'

As he looked down, he could make out the shadow of his urethra, the way that the worm spread to allow him to see down a hole into his cock. It was more than slightly disturbing, particularly with how wide it was getting, looking almost equine rather than canine.

Finally, it passed, and he was able to catch his breath. As he slumped down again, Archimedes leaned forward.

"Do you understand now?"

"Mmmph...I understand."

"What are you?"

"...Helpless."

"And...?"

"Controlled."

"That's right. All by this." The badger held up a gold-plated leash end, something that had been attached to a box that wasn't dissimilar to garage door opener in shape, though with a great deal more buttons. "There's over a dozen different things we can make the parasite do, and some of them are a great deal less pleasant than that. Do you really want to make me tempted to try them out?"

"...No."

"Good boy."

He shivered, particularly as he was made to stand up. The badger turned around, leading the way from the cell, and he pulled on the leash. The tug came from right behind his knot, leaving him biting off a gasp of pleasure that he really didn't want to let loose. His eyes closed tightly, his legs moving despite themselves.

"Come. We have a long walk to your training room."

Which meant that they were already moving on to the public testing. Which meant an audience.

Dhahabi could have cheerfully strangled the badger, if it wasn't for the fact that he would have been in deeper trouble if he did. If they had already started spreading the obedience parasite to the security forces, there was no telling how much deeper this little conspiracy went. He had to...

For now, he had to go along with it.

By the time they reached the public testing chamber, he almost wished they hadn't. He'd been forced to walk naked through the halls of the lower labs, coming up to sub-level 1. With every step, he had noticed the security cameras turning to follow him, the eyes that tracked him through the doorways to the other labs, the way that the security officials at each checkpoint either had the glassy-eyed stare of the parasite-infected, or the grinning leer of someone that had never truly been on his side to begin with. Some of them even went so far as to reach out for his shaft before Archimedes slapped their hand down.

"That's for later...and besides, he's infected. You don't want to spread that, do you?"

Unless they changed that, too, that's not a worry...

The parasites had been made to be a one-and-done breed. The minute that someone else started being able to birth the parasites, or spread them, his business model would be in serious jeopardy. So, they had been made to never infect another. They could spread an aphrodisiac slime on other people - which, perhaps, was the real reason they didn't want the security guards compromised - but they couldn't actually spread progeny.

Yet, it was a good enough threat to keep the other members of staff from touching him. Every pair of eyes was bad enough, anyway, and Dhahabi shuddered in embarrassment as he was paraded through his own facility as nothing but another slave.

I will...I swear, I will have some revenge on you for this...

But there was little chance of that happening, not while he still had the parasite on. Even he had to admit that.

They brought him to the door of the public testing chamber, and behind them were four other scientists: two wolves, one bull, one stallion. They all grinned, and he knew that they were here to see what their treachery had wrought. He would have kicked them, if he could. Mauled them, even, as Archimedes explained.

"This is a test to see how well he responds to orders, and how well the parasite responds to the commands given through the electric knot-ring. We all know how hard we worked to make that possible, remember?"

The rest of the team nodded.

"Now, we'll see how it does with a most strong-willed subject, indeed. Subject Dhahabi, be honest with us. How are you feeling?"

"Furious," the werewolf growled.

"Undoubtedly so." Archimedes chuckled. "But wouldn't you say that this was how all your other subjects felt?"

"..."

"I doubt that there's anyone with much sympathy for you. Slave trading doesn't lead to many allies, and not giving someone a refund on bad goods doesn't make it easy to stay kindly disposed towards you."

"That cannot be the only reason that you did this..."

"It's a good enough reason, however. And that's all that you need to know."

If Archimedes really was just here, bought over by someone that he had 'screwed over' through a lack of refunds, that meant the other companies and customers had been buying up his employees piecemeal for some time. It didn't mean that they hadn't been around before, just that they had decided to pull the trigger now. He gritted his teeth as he was pulled along by the leash, feeling another of those pleasure spasms running up his cock from the location the leash was locked. Every time it pulled, it felt like he was locked inside of someone's hole, that his knot was getting pulled, teased, squeezed by something spasming around him.

It was a horrible illusion, particularly with the chastity effect of the parasite. It just turned to pleasure-pain, and then to genuine pain if it went on for too long. A constant pulse, pleasure, pulse, of need and wanton lust. The beast inside begged to be released, not knowing that it would never be allowed to do anything.

He was pulled into the chamber, hopping forward just enough to keep from getting another tug on his knot. The chamber itself was mostly empty, made of metal panels on all sides that might, in different situations, have been padded to keep a subject from injuring themselves as they spasmed and shook from the various things that they were put through. Not in this case. This time, it was completely bare, sparsely marked with anything of comfort. Twenty feet up, behind triple-reinforced glass, were the observers. He could only see silhouettes, but he could imagine that some of them were his business rivals, here to see him brought down hard.

Shaking his head, he tried to maintain some pride, only for another shock to take him down. He fell to his knees, this time assaulted with the feeling of someone gripping his cock from either side. He felt like he had to hump, like he had to thrust into the hand-job that he was getting, and his hips ignored his brain, trying to thrust against something that wasn't there.

Archimedes kicked him sideways, leaving him flat on his back, arms and legs straining against invisible bonds as the shocks rippled through him. Painless, for a werewolf, but they forced the muscles into different positions, and worse, forced his cock all the harder. He looked down, knowing that he'd see no hands, but he could feel a pair - no, three hands - running along his cock, stroking him, squeezing his knot, driving him utterly mad with the stimulation that his nerves received. He arched his back, bucking his hips forward, grinding against the air and oozing pre-cum...pre-cum that the parasite sucked up as if it was life-blood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you former CEO Dhahabi Kaf. This werewolf was quite the presence in your lives, I'm sure. Slave-trader, provider of pleasure, irritating beyond belief."

The badger's commentary only made him all the more infuriated, but was there a chance to strike back? No. Just the continued edging, rippling pleasure that the parasite and the hallucinations of the drugs provided.

"As you can see, he is already sinking into the conditioning of the parasite. A pity that this particular model still can't instantly break a strong-willed man, but it has only been forty-eight hours -"

Two days. They had me unconscious for two days.

"And he is already humping air like a good pup."

"Nnngh..."

"Oh, don't start protesting to the name, Dhahabi. You know what you are."

"Nnngh..."

"You will learn it, if you don't."

The werewolf gritted his teeth together, forcing down the words that wanted to come out. Any lecture of his proper place would only lead to greater humiliation. Head down. Focus on...on anything but the pleasure. Long game. Do the long game.

Soon enough, the shock was canceled out, and the feeling of hands on his cock faded. He managed to take a few deep breaths, rolling onto his side as the badger continued.

"As you can see, he is deeply denied already. Forty-eight hours of total stimulation works wonders on a body, even if the mind wasn't always awake to feel it. He knows what he needs. Despite being the man to develop the parasite, he can't control what his body wants, and can't control himself as he tries to get something that he can't have."

Pleasure. Relief.

"Here." The badger pulled, and he almost howled at the way that it pulled on his knot, dragging him forward to kneel before the backstabbing traitor. "As you can see, he can't even fight me."

"Mmmph...it's not...conditioning."

"No, it's fear."

"..."

"He's afraid of me, of what the parasite can make him do," the badger explained to those watching. "And that will do for the beginning phase. For now, however, I'm sure that you want to see what it can do."

The silhouettes on the upper balconies nodded. Archimedes stepped back, tugging the leash up, and the pleasure dragged him to his feet. He swore that his balls had never felt this swollen, this eager, and he hated the fact that he was this willing to obey orders that felt that good.

"Now, turn."

Dhahabi took a deep breath as he did just that, trying not to focus on the feeling of need between his legs. Even as he turned, he could feel his cock throbbing on display, shown off to the best of its ability, everyone above taking a good look at it and him. The werewolf kept his mouth shut, tight, even as he felt the throbbing running from his prostate up his shaft again, rolling up, almost feeling like it was bulging his cock.

"As you can see, the creature will continue milking him, filling him with a pleasure that will never entirely stop. It's an addictive feeling, as the subject would attest to, I'm sure."

"..."

"Of course, he doesn't know that he's addicted. He doesn't know how much his body had come to crave this constant stimulation. But...if we were to turn it off..."

...What?!

They had never done that before. That went against the whole point of the parasites. They were meant to keep someone completely under control by keeping them too aroused to think. Turning that off -

Another shock, the weakest one yet, and...

And he all but screamed in agony. Not in pain, but in utter bereavement. His cock slumped down as the stimulation stopped. Not just the pulsing or the throbbing, but the constant, low-level flood of aphrodisiacs through his cock. His heartbeat slowed, and he gasped for breath, his eyes going wider still as he struggled to catch enough air. All the stimulants in his blood had kept his heartrate so high, and now, it was plummeting.

Even aside from that, however, it was like going from a world of low-level bliss and total pleasure to a world of darkness, of utter numbness. He could barely feel anything under his hands. It was like the steel didn't exist, like he didn't exist. He touched his face, barely felt his claws through his fur. He groped his cock -

And he didn't feel anything.

"Ah...ah..."

"As you can see, the subject had become utterly dependent on the aphrodisiacs of the parasite. Without that, it creates an existential crisis. It becomes akin to living sensory deprivation. The world is less, and will be worse the longer that he is bonded to the creature. This is a brand-new feature, and will ensure that the subject remains loyal, and more devoted to the parasite around his cock."

Dhahabi was hearing those words with half an ear, as even they were coming through muffled, less than they were before. He gasped for breath, dragging himself across the floor. One arm strained for the end of the leash, aiming for the box that had all the buttons.

Need...need...

He could almost reach it, almost touch it. It was just about there...

And then Archimedes did it for him. A simple tap, and life returned. The werewolf slumped over, curling into a ball as the chemicals started flowing again. His heartbeat started rising once more, his cock throbbed, and the world was as bright, vibrant, and wonderful as it had been.

Oh gods...oh gods...

Terror ran through him like a flood as he realized just how potent that was. He had felt like he was dying. He was half-sure that he might have died from a mix of a heart attack and pure depression from that denial. One little shock, one little twist to the parasite, and an owner could kill him through sensory depression.

So easily. So simply. And he'd want it.

Holy gods, no...

That was an entirely new level of control, and one that he might have been rather fond of if he had been the one inflicting it. Now that it was inflicted on him, however...

Oh gods...

No...

He shivered as he was pulled upright again, the knot right doing everything that it was supposed to in order to keep him obedient. He was posed with his legs half-spread, kneeling, his cock exposed as it rose up once more.

"Now, as you can see, it doesn't take much to bring him back, but if there is ever a punishment that would encourage obedience, I think we've just seen it. Haven't we, Dhahabi?"

"Yes...sir..."

"What was that?"

"Yes...master."

"That's right. Now. I think that our pup deserves something of a reward for learning his place. What do the rest of you think?"

Despite the degradation, he would have lowered his head and begged right then and there if it meant that it would keep the crowd happy, and kept Archimedes from ever hitting that particular button again. It had terrified him. Having the world blur away like that, feeling his own body slowly fading away, like total numbness and darkness entering every single cell, every nerve at once, had been horrifying beyond measure. He could not take that again. He didn't think anyone could.

The crowd, however, was quite happy to reward him regardless. The badger nodded.

"We'll have you work as a top, then."

A...top?

"A service top, of course, but still a top. A little reminder of what you are is still in order. A toy, and nothing but."

"...Yes, master."

"Good boy. Now. Someone send Subject A in here."

He was petted, and he allowed it, not wanting to risk another reminder of the badger's authority. He kept his head down, feeling the fingers running through his fur, and he breathed slowly. In, out, in, out, each time making it a little bit better, a little longer as he calmed down. Well, as much as a werewolf drugged to his extent could calm down, anyway.

Eventually, however, it all came crashing down as the door opened at the far side of the room. A fox stepped through, one that looked half-stoned, and was completely naked. He wore one of the previous types of parasites around his cock, and throbbed happily as he walked across the room.

Dhahabi was still getting used to the fact that he might be allowed to use his cock when the fox stopped in front of him, turning around and flicking its tail up. The werewolf saw that pucker clenching, felt his cock rise -

"Fuck him."

It wasn't even followed by a shock this time, though he was willing enough to do that anyway. He leaned forward, his hands on either side of the fox's hips, and pushed his cock forward. The parasite lubed itself on its own, and he slid right in.

"OOooooooooh."

The fox's moan was more than genuine, and he could feel the near-instant clench around his shaft, one that milked at his already-sensitive rod and left him shaking again. His mouth hung open as he started humping right off the bat, his hips moving without any pause or slowing down. In, out, in, out, each time feeling that much more sensitive and that much needier. He could feel that urge to cum rising, just as he logically knew that it would be denied one more time, and then another time, and again and again for the rest of his life.

But just as much as he logically knew that didn't mean that he would be allowed to work with that. His body didn't know that, and it wanted the completion, the fulfillment, the utter satisfaction that came from an orgasm. Forward, back, forward, back, his hips almost moving without any control of his own. He gasped for breath, leaning forward, feeling that stimulation getting that much stronger.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Unlike some of our other generations of parasites, this one has no need to actually cause pain to keep the subject from climaxing. In fact, we've developed this in such a way that the subject will never need to suffer pain, save for the lack of pleasure, ever again."

What...what did you do?!

"Upon application of a parasite, it begins emitting a weak neurotoxin applied specifically to the nerves responsible for an orgasm. Within twenty-four hours, orgasm is only possible through direct prostate stimulation. Within seventy-two hours, sometimes as soon as forty-eight, the ability to climax is stripped from the subject completely. The nerves responsible simply will not fire, allowing for a near-unlimited pleasure feedback."

That explained how he was still standing, why the pleasure was still so strong without the pain that he had expected to pull him back. He had put that down as nothing more than an idle consideration for this particular generation of parasites; he hadn't expected anyone to come up with a way to do it that didn't also kill the ability to feel pleasure or get hard.

But they had, and now it was inflicted on him like so many subjects before. He couldn't stop humping, either, his body driven mad with the stimulation that it was getting, wanting more, wanting to go over the edge. It didn't matter how logically he knew that it was impossible for him to cum in that moment. His body didn't listen to logic, it listened to the urges that it felt, the biological instincts that had been part of him since his birth, and those things told him that he needed to hump.

No, that he needed to knot.

In, out, in, out, each thrust taking him further, his knot pulsing in its own way beneath the parasite. Another little shock, and he groaned as he felt like his knot was being squeezed, inflated even though it wasn't even inside the fox yet. He gritted his teeth, leaning forward and thrusting away like a dog with a bitch under him. Like a breeding mutt, waiting to get his seed inside of a breeding bitch.

"Mmmph...ah..."

"As you can see, the instincts are hard to suppress."

"Nnngh...I...ah...ah..."

"But it means that it's all the more enjoyable to watch someone so full of pride lose themselves with the rutting urge. As you can see, it is even effective against someone that is normally too intelligent to be fooled by simple drugs, but give him sufficient rutting need, and he will give in. Particularly snow that there is no pain to tell him that it can't happen, he just keeps going...and going...and going..."

And going, until he was starting to feel tired. Dhahabi groaned, wanting to pull back, but with an audience, and worse, with a tight hole already around his cock, it was all but impossible for him to pull his head back on straight. All he wanted was more, was relief.

Dhahabi groaned, his head rolling back, his eyes closing and his jaw clenching. It felt so good, felt so tight, particularly with the insane additional pleasures of that leash pulling at the base of his knot, and the hallucinated extra hands rubbing, teasing, squeezing that bulging part of his cock. It was good, so good, too good.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

In, out, in, out, each time leaving him whimpering, his head falling down until he was biting the back of the fox's neck, feeling almost feral. The smaller male moaned for him, shivering, arching his back and thrusting back against him. Again and again, he almost managed to sink his knot into that hole...

But never quite...

"And I think that's enough."

A simple shock stopped him in his tracks, and Dhahabi almost collapsed from the raw exhaustion that followed. How long had he been humping the fox? He didn't know, but long enough to leave him panting and sweaty.

As the fox was escorted out, too tired to even walk, Archimedes stood over him. The badger patted his head, if one could be said to pat anything with the underside of a boot, and then turned to the windows.

"As you can see, the new parasite is working wonderfully. It will be a game-changer for those that are looking for pleasure slaves. From now on, we will be recording all the training sessions with this subject for the purchase of those looking to enslave another, so that they might see just how it affects their prospective purchase.

"If anyone wants a copy of today's recordings, you may receive it as a complementary gift as you leave the building. Thank you for your time."

Other people with recordings of him naked, showing off as a 'service' top, inflicted with a parasite. Joy of joys. He groaned as he slumped against the ground, still shivering and shaking from denied need. His balls ached, his cock throbbed, and the parasite continued to suck away the prostate fluids and pre-cum that he had been dripping non-stop since the start of this mess. He groaned under his breath again, trying to find the courage to bite the badger, and failing utterly.

"Well, now that we've seen how well you respond to commands, let's see if you can be a good boy and walk to your cell without an armed escort."

"Mmmph..."

"On your feet."

A single tug pulled a yelp from him, but he did get up. He shuffled back and forth, barely managing to stay upright as he followed the badger back through the halls. Once more, all his employees - or what had been his employees - stared at him as he went by, and more than one looked at his ass rather than his bare, exposed, throbbing cock.

Once, he might have summoned a growl for that. Now? Now, he could barely pull forth a whimper, and that was weaker than usual.

Mmmph...is there...is there any way out of this? he wondered, and worried that this time, there wasn't.

The End

Summary: The parasite continues to inflict one torture after another on Dhahabi, and now, he gets a public humiliation with it.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Humiliation, Pet-Play, Werewolf, Badger, Fox, Parasite, Exhibitionism, Chastity, Edging, Knot Play, Leash, Miniseries, Laboratory, Anal,