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"Alright, out you get," a deer butler said curtly. He pulled on the length of rope connected to Wolf's wrist restraints, tugging the slave out of the supply-laden wagon he'd ridden in from the market.

His owner had ridden ahead of the wagon and had just dismounted his horse. Noven, his fur windswept and clothes ruffled from the ride, approached Wolf and gripped his slave's chin; Wolf's muzzle was still tied shut, so all he could do was wince as Noven forced his head from side to side to better inspect the lupine.

"Hmm...not terrible...could use a bath, though. Bring him to the cellar when he's done, Findlay," Noven said, addressing the deer butler who still held Wolf's rope in his hands.

"Of course, sir," Findlay replied.

Wolf watched as Noven strode up the gravel path to the front entrance of his manor, where a rabbit footman held the door open for the black wolf. Meanwhile, Findlay led Wolf around to one of the servant entrances, talking to the new slave as he did so.

"The rules here are fairly simple: You'll keep to your quarters when you're not in use, you don't go anywhere without Master Noven's say-so. When you're with Master Noven, you'll speak only when told to and you'll do exactly as he tells you. You're the seventh in a long line of slaves Master Noven has purchased for his...hobbies, and you'll need to do everything in your power to please him," the deer said. "The ones who came before you entered this manor through the servant entrance--that's not how they exited, though, if you understand my meaning."

Wolf's eyes grew wide as panic-fueled thoughts raced through his mind. Would his life depend on how well he served Noven? Could he be here one day and then just gone the next if he displeased his owner? Or was the butler simply trying to scare him into submission? He whimpered softly, and he heard the butler chuckle as they crossed the threshold of the servant entrance and walked down a hallway.

"It's not all terrible, though," Findlay said, guiding Wolf into a room with a large wooden tub in it--small vapors of steam rose from the water within the tub. "Three meals a day, the master's favor, and a soft bed to sleep in--when you can sleep in it, of course." The deer forced the wolf to halt in front of the tub, and Findlay pulled the ragged wrap down from Wolf's waist, revealing his sheath and balls. The butler ignored Wolf's nudity and continued, "That's a better deal than you would've gotten from Duke Seldon, if the slaver's story was true."

Findlay gestured for Wolf to get in the tub--after a rough scrubbing, a quick soapy lather, and a rinse, Wolf clumsily toweled himself dry with his wrists still bound. When his fur was sufficiently dry enough, Wolf, still nude, followed Findlay down another corridor and down a flight of stairs, where they walked down yet another hallway, past a storeroom, and finally encountered a wooden door adorned with a plaque that bore an ornate N.

The butler knocked twice on the door before opening it to reveal an expansive cellar. The subterranean chamber was well lit from the oil lamps that hung from the wall brackets, casting light on what could only be a sex dungeon. Wolf's eyebrows rose as he took in the leather-padded benches, the racks with restraints attached to them, the harnesses chained to the ceiling, the collection of whips and paddles hanging from hooks on the wall, and the wooden chests that could only be full of more fetish-oriented paraphernalia. And sitting on one of the chests with a book in hand was Noven; the black wolf had removed his red coat, leaving him dressed in his breeches, shirt, and red and gold-lined vest. He looked up from his novel and smiled wide when he saw Findlay and Wolf standing before him.

"Ah yes, that's much better," he crooned, rising to his feet and discarding his book on the chest--Noven ogled Wolf hungrily as he said, "That will be all, Findlay."

The butler bowed and exited the cellar, pulling the door shut behind him, as Noven silently prowled around Wolf. When he stood in front of his slave again, he nodded and said, "Well, now that you're here and freshened up, I think it's time to start breaking you in."

Wolf's heart beat faster as he started imagining what Noven had in store for him, but he didn't have much time to dwell on what the future held--Noven led his slave further into the cellar to one of the brick walls, where a length of chain was attached to bracket embedded in the mortar; the other end of the chain was connected to an open, thick leather collar.

Whistling to himself, Noven positioned Wolf to stand next to the chain and collar--the noble picked up the collar, rattling the chain as he did so, and clasped it around Wolf's neck. Wolf stood as still as he could while the thick leather cinched tightly around his throat. Noven, still whistling, then pulled a small padlock out of another pocket and threaded the shackle through the clasp in the leather collar. He clamped down tightly, locking the shackle into place with a loud click.

"There we go. Now there's no need for these"--Noven untied the rope bindings around Wolf's wrists, letting them fall to the floor--"or this." The noble reached up and untied the rope muzzle around Wolf's snout.

Wolf worked his jaw to relax the muscles--they'd begun to ache after being tied up for so long. "Thank--" he hoarsely started, but Noven held a finger to his lips.

"Ssshh, we're not done yet," Noven said over him. The black wolf turned to one of the nearby chests and opened it, revealing a pile of leather garments and accessories. He pulled out two of the accessories on top of the pile: A thick padded eye mask and a muzzle studded with metal pins. Wolf recoiled when he realized Noven's plan and he began to back up until he felt the wall behind him, but his master was already upon him. In a flash, Noven pulled the blindfold over Wolf's eyes and cinched it around his head before he fitted the muzzle over his slave's snout. Wolf struggled to keep his mouth open, but the straps around the muzzle tightened, forcing his jaws closed, and he heard two faint clicks that told him both the blindfold and leather muzzle had been locked in place and there was no taking them off.

"Perfect," Wolf heard Noven growl. "That muzzle might come off one day, but not until you're properly trained up and learn your place." Wolf shivered and flinched when he felt Noven's fingers trace his collarbone. "You're not a person, you're not even a slave," his master continued dispassionately. "You're just a toy. And toys don't talk."

Noven stayed rooted to his spot right in front of his slave, watching the blue wolf hyperventilate in panic before his shoulders slumped as it sank in how utterly at Noven's mercy he was. "Now strip me."

The noble waited; his toy must have been perplexed by the command--how could he undress his owner without seeing him? Wolf sighed and blindly lifted his hands, reaching out for his master. His fingers alighted on Noven's breast, then wandered over to the buttons on his vest. He fumbled clumsily with the top button--between his blindness and the nerves wracking his system, it took him a moment to unfasten it.

Even without seeing his master, Wolf knew that Noven was haughtily leering at him as he slowly worked his way down the remaining buttons. Soon the red and gold vest hung from Noven's shoulders, and Wolf cautiously pulled it down his arms until it fell to the floor. Next, Wolf began to pull up the white shirt from Noven's waistband--after untucking it from Noven's pants, he lifted the shirt to reveal the black wolf's chiseled physique. Even though he hated being in this predicament, Wolf couldn't help but feel a little excited about undressing another male, and something stirred in his loins.

"Looks like my toy's getting a little hot under the collar," Noven lustfully observed.

Wolf blushed under the muzzle and blindfold, knowing that his own cock had started to stiffen. He shivered in anticipation as Noven lightly fondled his manhood, his hand warm against the exposed skin.

"Let's see what happens when I do...this!" Noven flicked his fingers hard against the growing erection--Wolf huffed through his muzzle and jumped at the sudden sting.

"No, no, no, toy, you keep stripping me," Noven commanded as he flicked Wolf's cock again.

Gritting his teeth and forcing himself to stay still, Wolf grunted at the next flick while he pulled the shirt in his hands up over Noven's head and onto the floor, leaving him in just his breeches. Noven growled and stepped even closer to his slave, close enough for his nose to touch the leather muzzle on Wolf's snout.

His hands trembling again, Wolf reached forward for his master's waist.

"Oh my, and what has my toy found?"

Wolf realized with a start what his hand was resting on--his palm pressed on the plump bulge of the black wolf's cock, sandwiched between his groin and the fabric covering it. Heat radiated from the pulsing cock under his hand, and he hastily dragged his fingers up to his master's waistband. He concentrated on unfastening the buttons, trying his best to ignore his own growing manhood.

But he couldn't ignore it, as Noven flicked his cock hard again, making Wolf buck back against the wall. The black wolf grinned as he watched Wolf control himself and open his fly, then loosen his breeches--Noven growled appreciatively when his slave tentatively pulled the pants down his legs, all the way to his ankles. The noble stepped out of the garment and kicked them away, now leaving him as nude as Wolf. He almost wished his new toy could see his master's endowment; the black wolf's cock had emerged and was throbbing, although his partly-inflated knot was still hidden within his sheath.

"As an undresser, I think you function well enough," Noven commented as he reached down to his own cock and slowly fondled and caressed it. "But that's not what I'm mainly going to use you for, is it?" Noven shook his head to himself. "No...I need to test out my toy before really using it properly. Turn around and get on all fours."

Wolf whimpered softly, dreading what would be coming next, but he shakily complied and was on his hands and knees in moments. As he stared into the blackness of the blindfold covering his eyes, he felt Noven kneel behind him and roughly yank his bushy tail upward, exposing his puckered hole. Wolf shivered when Noven traced his fingers around the tight anus and used his digits to spread it before releasing the rim again.

"Hmm, it's a tight toy, but should work," Noven muttered to himself. He crouched lower and, while still holding up his slave's tail, leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against Wolf's hole.

Wolf gasped through the muzzle whenNoven prodded his ass with his cold, wet nose, sniffing as he did so.

"Not a bad aroma for a toy," Noven observed quietly.

He then opened his mouth and slurped over the rim, slathering it with saliva and eliciting another shiver from Wolf. Noven grinned to himself and pressed his tongue against the puckered entrance, slobbering and pushing harder and harder until Wolf, for all his clenching and squeezing, couldn't resist any more, and his ass gave way to his master's strong tongue. Wolf gasped again as he felt Noven invade his rectum, slithering his tongue over his slave's insides--as much as he didn't want to enjoy this violation, the slave couldn't help but start to relax his sphincter from the treatment. Over the next few minutes, the only sound to be heard in the cellar was the sloppy slurping of Noven sucking on his slave's ass while he swirled his tongue around and around; he built up a healthy layer of spittle on Wolf's insides, enough for his own drool to start leaking from the relatively looser hole, before he pulled out and smacked his lips.

"And a decent taste, too. Still tight, but I think I have just the tool to start fixing that," Noven growled as he reared up on his knees and rested one hand on Wolf's side to steady himself.

Wolf had let his tongue hang out in pleasure while his cock had stiffened even more--he had momentarily lost himself to the delightful sensations that his master had treated him to, but he came crashing back to reality when he felt the tip of Noven's cock line up with his hole and his master grip the back of his neck with his other hand.

"Mmm!" Wolf huffed and groaned in agony as Noven, without so much as a word of warning, shoved his cock into his hole, roughly pushing up to his still-sheathed knot. He instinctively clenched hard, trying to push out the searing hot cock that invaded his guts, but it was useless--Noven stayed right where he was.

"Ah fuck!" Noven yelled. "That's it, toy, keep clenching like that! Such a tight hole!"

Wolf grunted in pain, unable to properly howl--Noven's saliva could provide only so much lubrication, and he could feel his insides pulling back and forth with his master's cock as the black wolf started thrusting.

"Shut up, toy!" Noven barked. He kept up his thrusting as he said, "Another sound...and I'll take off that muzzle...and rip your tongue out!"

Wolf choked back a muffled shriek as Noven mercilessly pounded his ass in stark contrast to the tender rimming he'd provided only moments before. The slave forcefully breathed through his nose, scratched hard against the cellar floor, curled his toes, and arched his back, trying anything and everything to take his mind off of the pain and confusing pleasure as Noven's cock assaulted his prostate while the black wolf continued thrusting in and out of him. Wolf could feel his owner's knot bouncing against his now ruined rear entrance, and fear set in--there was no way he'd be able to take the nobleman's knot once it was fully inflated. Did Noven expect to tie with him the very first time? What would happen?

Noven, meanwhile, rolled his head back in sublime ecstasy, reveling in how tight and warm the hole hugging his shaft was. Every single thrust prompted renewed clenching from his slave and every slam of his hips into the buttocks in front of him made the slave struggle to keep his composure--composure which would be trained into him over numerous daily sessions, as Noven had so much potent seed to unload every day. The slave under him, just like all the previous slaves he'd owned and discarded, was nothing more than a receptecle to fill, just like a chamber pot. And a good receptacle is a silent one that simply accepts what's put into it. In the next few moments, Noven would be flooding that receptacle's insides with hot ropes of cum. And perhaps if he needed to empty his bladder after dumping his load, he'd simply let loose while still hilted in his new toy and fill it to the brim with warm piss.

"Aaahhh, that's a good toy," Noven moaned as his thrusts into Wolf drove him closer and closer to the edge. "Just a hole for me to fill and play with at my leisure...once we get you stretched some more...you'll definitely be...a worthy purchase."