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"Please stop this I'm begging you... I can't do that again." Chair, restraints, darkness. Splicer was strapped in already.

"Awwww you don't really mean that do you?" Orwell asked, used to the constant cycle of the wolf begging to be let go when he woke up like this.

"N-no I don't..."

Purple dot, it was time to make another movie, Splicer was being prepared to be the perfect actor for whatever scenario the terrier wanted to act out that day. It wasn't a lie either, as Splicer stared into the purple dot, he was curious as to what kind of scenario he'd be put into next time. The thought was exciting to him, as he faded away, he felt that little spark of nerves churning in his stomach.

"Hello? Orwell? Somebody? Anybody? Master?" Splicer was sitting locked in a chair. He couldn't remember much of anything, he was a pet and his master Orwell had left him in this chair for some reason he couldn't quite recall. He could hear muffled discussion coming from up the stairs. His owner Orwell came down the stairs mid discussion talking to a midnight black otter beside him. Just the sight of the terrier got the tip of the wolf's dick poking out of its sheath, ready to grow even further.

"Yeah I mean it's a good mutt, but I feel like I'm ready to move onto something new you know? Guess I'm lucky that you're in the market for a well-used toy like him." Orwell's words made Splicer's head tilt in confusion.

"Wait, you never mentioned you were selling me sir?" Splicer felt slightly dismayed, he was nothing but a perfect pet for the terrier, always doing his job as he was told and with a smile.

"Well as you can see by him speaking out of turn, he's a somewhat spoilt pet, I hope you don't mind that."

"Oh no, I love showing a pet their place. This is why I buy them pre-used from good owners like yourself. I love breaking them in to be proper." The black otter interjected, looking at the tied down wolf.

Wait I've seen this face before, haven't I? Splicer knew he's never seen this otter before in his life and yet just catching the otter's eye was enough to set off the fight or flight instinct in every muscle of his body.

"Fair enough, truth be told I'll be sad to see this one go, but I always change 'em out after a couple of years. He'll be no different."

"I'm sure you'll be a fine owner to the next, before I pay for the product, is a test drive off the table?"

"I'd rather not be sold sir..." Splicer tried to cut in, when he felt a rough hand clamping his muzzle shut.

"Was your opinion asked for?" The black otter hissed out. "If your owner wants to sell you, that's his decision not yours."

"Maybe he does need a little training... you're free to test him out in whatever way you want." Orwell leaned in close to Splicer to give him a new order. "Look, Vay might be your new owner now so just do whatever he says Splicer."

Even the sound of his owner's voice was enough to make him squirm in his seat, dick slowly pushing further out of his seat with the very presence of the terrier. He felt a rough paw grip his growing shaft causing him to moan out around the otter's paw still clamped to his mouth.

"Splicer's his name? I think mutt is more appropriate... Also why don't you keep him caged? Most pet owners I know never let their pet's pathetic dick see the light of day, they always get distracted by it."

"Well like I said, I like to spoil my pets, besides Splicer has always been a good boy for me, haven't you?"

Splicer felt a hand petting his ears, Orwell really was the best owner he could ask for. But now he was being sold? Maybe if he did everything that otter Vay wanted, Orwell would take him back. He felt the restraints holding him to the chair undone and the hands gripping him let go, an idle moan escaped his maw.

"Thank you, Vay sir." Splicer was hoping to show the otter a good time, he figured he'd start off as soon as possible.

"Don't get ahead of yourself mutt..." Vay muttered.

"Please refer to me as Splicer, sir. Orwell always calls me by name." He tried to say it as sweet as possible but being called a mutt wasn't something he was used to.

Splicer barely even had time to react before the open hand ran across his muzzle. He let out a slight whimper, but pre started to form at his tip, slowly dribbling down his blue shaft. Orwell loved to be rough with the wolf, but he liked it rough after all. At first Orwell barely even wanted to hit him, but Splicer begged for weeks and weeks until thing finally started to get good. Orwell even began buying things like whips and restraints to use on the wolf, which drove him wild. Perhaps that's part of the reason he didn't want to be sold, but if this otter was as forward as he was, maybe being called a mutt all the time wouldn't be so bad.

"Wow, this thing is that sensitive to this stuff?" Vay said with a hint of disgust, Orwell nodded earnestly.

"Y-yes sir, I love it, please hit me again." Splice huffed out, rubbing the side of his face.

"I will be the one giving orders here you stupid mutt, maybe I'll beat it into your thick skull."

Another open hand across the other side of his muzzle, making the wolf's ears ring. Splicer gulped, he's been waiting for a moment like this for years, maybe the otter would be the one to push him over the edge, finally.

"Please, please break me sir!" Splicer was begging, he knew he had to keep pushing against the otter, despite wanting to be good, he knew Vay wanted a reason to hit him. He was pulled out of the chair by the collar, feet floating mid air as the otter held him well off the floor, face so close to the wolf's nose that Splicer could feel the warm breath bushing up against him. He was then pulled down to the floor, forced to kneel before the otter.

Why is this situation so familiar? Splicer pushed the thought away, just praying to be hurt again. His pray was answered when he felt a paw stepping on top of his shaft, pressing it down painfully towards the floor. His tip was a fountain of pre at this point, coating the underside of Vay's paw who looked at him in disgust. He felt the paw retreat, just far enough to send a quick kick directly to the wolf's nuts. He cried out, it hurt so much and yet he practically came right in that moment, despite the yelps he was emitting. He shot pre hard, spraying the otter's foot. The paw removed itself from the wolf's crotch and pressed rough against his nose. He immediately opened his mouth and cleaned up the mess he had left on the paw, making sure to get every spot of the otter's foot, tongue flicking in between his toes, despite knowing there wasn't any pre there. He just wanted to make sure he pleased the otter in any way possible.

"I've seen enough, I'll take the mutt..." Vay said, looking at the pathetic display of a wolf thanking him for breaking their balls.

"Very well!" Orwell was pleased, and a little turned on by the scene, he knew he had to play the part of a perfectly nice pet owner, slightly shocked by his pet being abused. But he almost broke character twice to join in hurting the wolf.

"One final thing, I'd like to cage him here."

"Oh, well as long as you pay right now, I'll allow you to use my equipment before you head out."

"Wait, cage? You don't mean? But I've never been into chastity in my life! That was part of our contract that chastity would be off the table! You said you'd accept no questions asked!" Splicer wasn't playing anymore, he hated the idea of chastity, it always disturbed him when he saw pets walking around, dicks straining in their prisons.

"Well, that is true. But I'm sorry Splicer, that contract isn't applicable if I sell you off..."

"Sir! You can't be serious! This is a violation, you can't just sell me off like this!"

"Actually it wasn't in our contract, so I really can... Please forgive me, but you've served your purpose for me, now serve your new owner as he wants."

"Fuck that, this was just a kink thing for me, I'm out!" Splicer got up and started walking to the stairs, he was originally just a good friend of the terriers, until he was found out by the dog, who found the wolf's private twitter account one day and offered him the contract. Splicer readily accepted it, seeing it was an official pet contract that he was in agreeance with. But being sold off was out of the question, despite being in an official contract, he wasn't about to let himself be sold off to the stranger. But seeing the money trading hands made the wolf realize the deal wasn't just another scene he acted out for the terrier, this was going to be a real selling. He felt a jerk on his neck as he was thrown back into the chair by the collar. The restraints were done back up, and locked. Despite the situation at hand, the wolf was still fully erect, much to the disgust of the otter who had locked him in place.

"Give me a second, I gotta get some stuff..." Vay disappeared upstairs, leaving the pet alone with his former owner.

"This is just, another scene, right? I see the cameras are recording, you're just playing around, aren't you?" Splicer was desperately pulling at his restraints as he pleaded with his friend.

"Actually, it's been fun, but I have to tell you a little secret." Orwell slowly let a smile creep up his face. "I've been planning to do this ever since we first met, I've always known what a desperate slut you were, I just had to ease you into this life. Your tail is gonna net me a pretty penny, and I always love seeing the realization of it all hit your desperate faces. You're the same as all the others, go on, cry!"

Splicer did cry, the realization had hit him, he was tricked into dipping his toes into the kinky water, the terrier had grabbed his ankles and pulled him in deep, well in over his head. He did cry when he saw the otter coming down the stairs, cage in paw, the other one was clasped shut, dripping water for some reason.

"Now that's what I like to see, all we gotta do is deal with, that..." Vay said, looking at the wolf's throbbing erection, despite the wolf's pure horror, he was still painfully erect.

"Please, just, let me go sir?" Splicer pleaded with the otter who opened his paw, revealing a cresent shaped cube of ice. It was roughly pressed against the wolf's shaft who howled in agony, but still dripped a bit of pre onto the otter's paw. Orwell was laying back in his chair, watching the wolf's struggling and whining, dick in paw, rapidly pumping up and down. Splicer's knot hid back in its sheath, the ice was burning cold against it and it was doing its best to avoid that stinging pain. Soon he was finally back to nothing poking out from his sheath, but the otter wasn't satisfied, Vay poked the cube into the wolf's sheath, slowly forcing it down against the wolf's hidden shaft until it also disappeared from sight. Vay popped his figer out with a satisfied flick, deaf to the howling wolf's cries of pain. Before Splicer even saw what happened, the cage was quickly slipped over his spasming junk, and locked in place, trapping the ice inside him. Orwell came seeing the final sadistic display of the the otter and the pure pain reflected in the wolf's face. He made sure to get most of it on his cupped paw. He stood up and walked over to the wolf's squirm form and tilted their chin up.

"Open." He commanded, Splicer couldn't help but obey, feeling the still warm spunk being poured into his muzzle. He hated the feeling, and when the terrier put his paw in the muzzle for a proper cleaning, the wolf bit down as hard as he could refusing to let go. He felt a fist ram against his nose, once, twice, three times before he let go, feeling a new mix of coppery liquid mixed with the salty cum in his mouth, he smiled slightly satisfied. His restraints were undone and Vay began dragging him up the stairs, kicking and yelping, still feeling the cold pain shooting trough his sheath. Despite what he just did and how the terrier had lied to him ,the fear of the unknown otter made him plead and beg to be forgiven and taken back by Orwell, who just leered back at the scene of the wolf being roughly yanked up the stairs, rubbing his paw.

"Have fun, mutt..." Were the last words his former owner spoke to him.

The basement door slammed shut, it was almost like the wolf's memories were unlocked by the sound because he felt everything flooding back in, Vay dropped them to the floor. He wasn't a fan of being called out to be an actor in the terrier's movies, but when he was offered the chance to hurt the wolf some more, he took the offer after a moment of consideration. Orwell walked up the steps, still rubbing his paw. Splicer walked over to the couch and sat down, it almost seemed like the three of them were an odd sort of team as the discussed the last scene they played out.

"You really had to fucking bite me, didn't you?" Orwell growled out looking for an answer from the wolf.

"Hey it's not my fault, you're the one who set my mind up to want to do that kind of thing." Splicer still wasn't a fan of his mind being played with in this way, he wished the terrier would stop doing it, but he also knew there was no way that would happen. He actually had a slight understanding that his mind was being altered after the scenes, he even remembered knowing Vay's name from the start. Splicer smiled just a bit, if he bit Orwell, it was better than he deserved, if he insisted on playing with the wolf's brain the way he was.

"I suppose, whatever, go make us supper, I got groceries while you were initializing."

He left, listening to Vay and Orwell's discussion on what they could pull off to abuse the wolf in a new inventive way next. Hearing the discussion made his fur stand on end, despite being completely different types of sadists, somehow they got along mighty well when it came to torturing the wolf. He went to the kitchen and saw some expensive looking steak. He really wasn't feeling steak though, he placed them in the freezer and process them down into ground beef, making sure to cook them into good burgers instead. Despite not being able to disobey orders from the terrier, or anyone really, if he wasn't given exact instructions on how to follow them, he had the little wiggle room he needed to do things like ruin nice steaks and turn them into burgers like he had just done. Not that he ruined the steaks exactly, it was actually delicious as he scarfed down his portion while still in the kitchen. He still put the maximum effort into his cooking after all, Aurich would rip his tail off if he didn't after all. He brought the other two burgers out one plates with homemade fries on the side.

"What? Where? You didn't..." Orwell was furious that the only possible explanation was the steaks he bought. But as he ate the burger he found the rage subsiding, the wolf really knew how to cook, and despite the awful scenarios he kept putting the wolf through, he felt a little respect growing in his chest for the dumb mutt. Most other pets he put through this rough treatment usually broke after two or three scenarios, turning into near broken products by the end, practically a shell of their former selves. But the wolf had been through five by this point, all incredibly intense scenarios and yet, Splicer was still willing to do things to try and piss Orwell off despite his programming to obey orders. Vay was indifferent, he just was happy to be able to ruin the wolf's dick again. Splicer almost respected the dedication Orwell had towards making good extreme BDSM content, even despite being an unwilling participant for the most part, the terrier almost showed him some degree of after care, making sure to do something to make the wolf feel comfortable after every scenario, not that the terrier would ever admit to doing such. He was sure that the steak was this scenario's gesture. He laid down on the couch, the only piece of furniture he was allowed on as a mutt and joined in on the conversation of what the next scenario could possibly be.

"Oh, what if we did something like the first one, but this time instead of catching me, I just escape?"

"Yeah, in your dreams mutt... How about a waterboarding scene instead?"

Splicer wasn't sure why, but he honestly wasn't opposed to the idea, it was something he had practiced with once, he had hired someone to train him in forms of resisting enhanced interrogation tactics once upon a time, he was wondering if his training might still be holding up. The idea of it was oddly exciting to the wolf, despite recalling the hell of the waterboarding experience the first time. The burning of his lungs, his eyes going bloodshot, the feeling of slowly drowning as water was poured over the cloth on his face.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Splicer was dripping pre trough his cage.

"Jesus, you have a messed up head on you mutt..." Orwell suggested it in response to the wolf's comment, he had no idea the dumb mutt would actually be game for it. He looked over at Vay who was more than chomping at the bit at the chance to torture the wolf.

...

Splicer was waiting on the couch to slip into sleep, he already knew the pattern, he didn't cry seeing the figure slipping into the living room that night, hell, he actually felt a smile creeping across his muzzle as he fell into artificial sedation.