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Bound to Please - Part Four

How long had it been? How many had there been? Beneath the blindfold, Siaru's mind was a black hole of swirling consciousness and a vortex of distorted time and memories. Not amnesia or anything, mind you, but even a skilled observer could not tell what was happening under that black fabric that masked the wolf's eyes.

The day that had been had left Siaru exhausted, disoriented and incredibly hot. In fact, his concept of time was so distorted that all this might have been the result of the night that had been, and he'd completely forgotten what day it was altogether. His body felt like jelly, for had his restraints not been holding him in place the wolf would have collapsed to the floor out of agony, exhaustion and the mix of pleasure and horniness that had kept him awake throughout his time locked up. Those, and the fact that he'd been used frequently as a cum dump for some very strange, very lustful characters. It hadn't been that many (at least he thought so due to himself losing count after about the fourth) but it was everything else about his situation that'd made Siaru so lustful, so unsatisfied.

"Mmmmmm..." he trailed, gag obscuring any indication to whether the sound was from pleasure or something else. He couldn't lay a finger on it. There were so many things to think about, the way he'd been used and abused, how submissive he had been, his sore tail-hole, his sore limbs, his aching jaw, the blindfold, the salty tasting gag, the feel of warm seed from his most recent client mixed in with the remnants of the old, how it leaked down his cum splattered arse to his balls and-

That was exactly it. The cold cage of cruelty that'd prevented him from a most basic pleasure, his release delayed indefinitely. Ignore the rest of what was said, as well as the things such as the white seed that stained around and inside his mouth that was going to be said, it was the cage that'd kept him so horny and so longing for the feel of releasing his pent up heat.

Sparing a thought for other unlucky boys that sometimes spent days with their assets locked up in chastity, Siaru's situation was a bit different. Even though he'd been caged for what felt like under a day, the heat that boiled up inside him wasn't due to just letting his body build up a store of seed naturally; d it was the amount of hot, intense fucking he'd endured over the past few hours that'd caused his lustful need for release. In easier terms, he body sensed that sex was occurring so it gave itself the urge to sate his primal need, but the cage had thrown any natural reactions like that right down the drain. He'd easily forgotten just how many times he'd tried to get hard despite the cage, with the high score set at a steady zero and likely remaining there for a very long time. The cage wouldn't break, the lock wouldn't break, the key was nowhere to be found and he sure as hell wouldn't turn up to a locksmith wearing this contraption of dissatisfaction.

So his mind wandered back to the time that had gone by. He thought of the men he had serviced and how he had pictured them. Of course, there was the kindly old gentleman, voice sweet as birdsong and even sweeter compliments. Then there was his Alpha, rough, rude, dominant and unlikeable, crudely teasing the bound wolf with his musky smelling, fully loaded cock that'd been the perfect mix of pleasure and pain for Siaru. The next few that'd come and gone were in between in terms of how contrasting his first two clients had been. There'd been a dragon with an ego matched only by the size of his cock, a smaller (in both respects) man of unidentifiable race who'd been as quiet as a fly, a jolly canine whom took great pleasure in being able to knot Siaru, as well as a very perculiar fellow who had come in, taken a sitting position in front of Siaru's head, and just talked over and about all kinds of subjects. He'd asked questions (even non-rhetorical ones), talked philosophy, pondered theories and hypothesised about the world. He occasionally pet Siaru's head, giving it some gentle, loving strokes through his hair and then, without warning, he had gotten up and said his farewells. While that wasn't all the people that had walked through the door, they were the ones Siaru had remembered most fondly, especially during his break.

It'd been during a period of low activity that she'd walked through the door.

"Well, look at you! I'd been hearing a lot of praise about 'the new one' from some very happy customers, and well, I just had to take a look!" The voice, while quiet, was painful to Siaru's delicate ears. Not that his ears were actually delicate, the sound just made them so. Think of it much like an alarm in the morning, the high pitched ringing, the need, the urge, to get it to shut up in order to get those few more precious moments of rest. He flinched at the sound nonetheless.

"However..." Siaru bolted awake, his entire body tight as his Mistress said that word.

"We did receive one complaint, 'The girl squealed too much' he had said. And you know we take our complaints seriously. After all, we pride ourselves on quality. And any faults in that, we reinforce with discipline." No. No no no no. Siaru's mind went into a frenzy, his inability to react due to the bin-

THWACK!

"Mmmmppphh!" He howled in pain as the crop sliced neatly down upon his rear, searing pain shooting throughout his body as the leather tip connected upon his skin. He sobbed quietly as the pain subsided, a few tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh please hun." He winced again at her voice.

"You knew full well what would happen. I was very clear on the rules, was I not? You complain, the customer complains and I have to discipline you. And then you complain again. But now that that is over with, let's have a look at why they loved you so much."

Siaru had assumed she had looked over him, as he remembered her taking notes and pointing out certain things of interest, such as his new 'dyed' white fur. She made an overly dramatic gasp before he felt her take his muzzle between her hands.

"Oh my hun, you poor, poor boy." she said, tutting in a matronly manner.

"The men are told they aren't allowed to use the front entrance. Now look at you! It makes me wonder if you sucked them off anyway. Good girls swallow, and by the looks of your face you did a poor job in that area! Even your gag has some residue on it. I won't stand for such a performance." But he sensed her stand anyway, dread niggling at his rear, drawing in a heavy breath as he knew what was coming. Her boots clanked as she made her way around to his very messy rear.

"But luckily for you, it wasn't your fault." Siaru breathed out his lungs as a very happy sigh.

"Maybe we'll allow them to make free use of your mouth next time. Anyway, only one last thing that I need to see." Siaru heard her kneel down, then immediately felt a hand grasp the spreader bar between his thighs. She must have been looking at his caged cock, as he could feel her calm, hot breath blowing against the fur on one of his thighs. With a huff, she spoke.

"Drippy" she said flatly, hints of false anger and false disappointment mixed into it, the overlaying dominant tone still omnipresent in her voice as she continued "and a lot, at that. Tell me pet; what is the point of a chastity cage on a boy like yourself if you still continue to work like one? Let me tell you: It's worthless. But how can I blame you for it? A submissive boy like yourself would be cumming at even the smell of those musky cocks. So think of our little device as a blessing, will you? After all, they like it most when you are horny!" She'd gotten up, her han-

BANG!

The door slamming had snapped Siaru out of his memories, back to reality. Someone had entered another client by the sound of it. They trod heavily upon the stone floor, not in the way that his Mistress had done, but a natural heavy, very different from her metal boots. Even with his blindfold, Siaru immediately noticed one thing about the man that had just walked into the room. The smell of musk as it filled the room. Mistress had been right about one thing, for it was almost a certainty that if Siaru wasn't wearing the chastity cage, he would have creamed all over the floor just from this heavenly smell.

It was a stench like no other. Sickly sweet like musk normally was, yet it was so overpowering that it fuzzed out everything else Siaru was thinking about and made him concentrate on the primal, lustful smell that announced the man's arrival. After clearing his head of the haze, he found the tip of a flared cock rubbing against his abused tail-hole. Luckily the spreader bar stopped his instinctive reaction to close his legs, and so instead he focused on the cards that had been played. Flared cock. That meant an equine. He just knew the very truthful relation between flared phallus' and the size of them. Surprisingly, a soft voice spoke to him.

"I ain't gonna sugar-coat this, pretty boy" it said, the accent very foreign to Siaru "but this'll probably hurt. And don't worry, I enjoy screamers." Siaru's heart sank again for around the tenth time since he'd first awoken, and with good reason this time as the flared tip pushed itself inside him without any resistance. His arse was lubricated to the extreme thanks to all the previous users, and his normally tight tail-hole was stretched open thanks primarily to the two canines that had gleefully knotted the bound wolf, so naturally there was no pain in the equine cock penetrating him. The part he liked the most, however, was that there were no surprises. No barbs, no knot, just a nice, meaty penis with a lot of length. In fact, the first few thrusts were quite comfortable, the man taking a nice pace with Siaru's arse, only entering a reasonable amount of cock at a time. Sure, he'd pick up pace but for the moment; the wolf just closed his eyes in pleasure as th-

"Mmmpphhhh! Mmmph!" He shrieked out as the cock had begun pounding his arse mercilessly, with what felt like the entire length of cock going where no one had been before: it was just that long. Thrust after deep thrust after thrust, the equine cock was abusing the deeper parts of Siaru's anus like never before. He moaned out of pain and pleasure, his prostate being poked at by the head of the cock with each thrust, the wolf becoming even drippier as his chastity cage fought to contain his raging would-be erection. Siaru felt a pair of heavy balls swinging and hitting his body with every thrust the stallion made, knowing full well the amount of ammunition the man would be able to unleash.

The two of them danced a very primal tango in the confines of the room. Siaru could still smell the overpowering, hot scented musk that emanated off of the stallion's body, and more likely his cock and balls, as his arse was brutally abused. The man had no regard for Siaru, for he submitted easily to the cock like a bitch in heat would, his own instincts telling him that he needed the cock, he needed to be bred by this overwhelmingly strong stallion. He moaned for the dick, begged for it, and the man responded to his muffled pleas by fucking him faster, almost hilting himself upon the bound wolf's rear. Siaru had never felt so full in his life. As he had thought, it wasn't that it was a thick cock or anything; it was just how deep it had gone in, his prostate sending continuous waves of pleasure throughout the wolf every time it was pressed in by the tip of the stallion's phallus. He had felt like jelly before, and now if it weren't for the restraints he'd flop onto the floor in a fit of extreme pleasure, lust and horniness all crammed in together, his body unable to deal with just how much sensation was running through his nerves.

It didn't take many more thrusts before he felt the male start to groan, his cock twitching as it slowed its thrusts. Siaru was ready for it, he needed it, to feel the warmth, to smell the seed, to be bred like the bitch he was. And he got his reward. The man groaned again, much more pleasure emitting from his mouth as the cock flung into a spasm of twitches, cum being thrown out into the wolf's arse in long, sticky strands. The feeling was amazing, the wolf moaning in raw ecstasy as he felt the creamy fluid fill his already slick anus. The feeling of fullness, the co-

-ck being withdrawn? What? What was happening?

He felt the penis pull out mid orgasm, feeling strands of warm seed splatter against his tail-hole, the stallion guiding his cock to nestle in between Siaru's arse cheeks. He started thrusting then and there, strands of hot man juice flying into the air to splatter into various places: his tail, the back of his singlet, his short skirt and his exposed lower back. He felt countless strands fall on him, a satisfied groan coming from the spent equine behind him. He could hear heavy panting from the man, and he could feel the results of the stallion's work, the cum sticking nicely to his fur.

"Sorry I got it on your clothes, babe. But I'd rather ruin them than ruin you. I hope you understand." His voice was one full of exhaustion, and he got up rather wordlessly. Siaru was left to wallow in the warm seed and the exhilarating smell of musk as he heard the door bang shut behind him. The voice of his Mistress spoke in his head, the blindfold meaningless now as he closed his eyes listening, as she mentioned a very 'gifted' client would be his last for today. Trusting the stallion to be that very gifted person, he fell asleep in his rather slutty, compromising state.

Siaru awoke to the feel of incredible aching in his arms. He sat up and inspected his hands. Hang on just a tick.

He gasped as he realised everything. He could see. He could gasp! He looked at his wrists. The bindings were gone. He observed his surroundings, recognising nothing familiar. He lay in a hammock, swingingly gently by his sudden movement, as he looked down at his body. He wasn't wearing clothes, and most of his fur chest fur was clean, looking do-

Dammit! It was still there, the damn metal chastity cage. He hated the damn thing with a raging passion, only surpassed by his desire to masturbate. He got off the hammock and looked around at the small room. There was a wash basin, a mirror, a toilet, all the normal things one might find in a hotel. Groggily rubbing his eyes, he made his way over to the wash basin. He looked in the mirror, observing all the damage. The fur around his mouth was strained with smears of white, the result of his Alpha, no doubt. Aside from that, nothing was untouched. Turning around, he bent his back to see how he looked.

His rear was a nightmare. The normally grey fur that covered his body was flecked with white from the stallion, and his arse was even worse. It was a complete mess. Taking a hand to rub his fur, he felt the cum was dried up and crusted into his fur. Cleaning up was going to take a while.

The wolf had decided that only his muzzle would need the clean, as there were clothes laid out for him on a table close to the door. His inner thighs were stained white as well, but at least he had long pants to cover up. One thing of interest he noticed was a bunch of black lines marked onto his arse, the same spot he had felt the clients press into. Suddenly it dawned on him. They'd been keeping a cum count! He felt humiliated at the number, which he made out to be around seven. Seven men had used and abused his arse yesterday. He felt a huge blush come to his cheeks as he began to get water to rub it out.

"That's permanent marker hun." A voice startled the wolf as he leapt around. It was her.

"It isn't gonna be coming out anytime soon, so why not enjoy the feel of it while it lasts, eh?" She smiled. It had to be her. His Mistress.

She was a stunningly beautiful vixen, her face feminine enough to lull men, but stern enough to make boys like Siaru know who was in charge. She wore a sly smile on her face, and her body wore a very black set of leather, with heavy straps running across the body and boots of her suit. Siaru couldn't help but notice the riding crop tied onto her belt. He startled as he fumbled for words.

"I-It was you wasn'-"

"Hush now honey, you signed up for it, remember?" In her hand she waved a piece of paper. She un-wrapped it to reveal a lengthy contract of consent, various terms such as 'servitude' and 'punishment' popping up to Siaru's eyes. But most importantly, there was his signature at the bottom of the page, written in his own writer's hand, a signature so complex that no one else could possibly forge.

"Now then, a few things before we let you go." She handed out a fat wad of money to him. His eyes lit up with hope and caution as he saw it.

"Go on, take it. It's your share of the money we made. But don't get your hopes up, a fair share of that came from that gentleman who had you first. Mentioned something about wanting contact details or so." Siaru took the wad, putting it neatly aside. He was suddenly aware of how stark naked he was.

"Now then, we've had a bit of a mix up with clothing" she said, as if reading his thoughts. "If memory serves, you had a mid-riff baring shirt, the singlet we left you with, a pair of very gorgeous pink panties, a pair of jeans and some pair of shoes. Problem is, when you stripped we had an error and some of your clothing got either lost or misplaced." She looked at him expecting questions.

"Er, I stripped?" He asked, very nervous of her.

"Of course you stripped, silly!" Her eyes lit up with glee, laughing at his question.

"We just chose what you could keep. You were drunk as hell when you came here, so that might explain a bit." She smiled again.

"Anyway, we've been generous. You've been left with your mid-riff baring shirt, your singlet which you might want to wash and your pink panties" she continued "however, we have provided for you a pair of 'jeans', the stockings you were wearing, the skirt you were wearing and a pair of high heels."

"The last three are gifts of our gratitude" she said, smiling deviously at the embarrassed wolf "you might find the jeans a bit tight, but I'm sure you'll cope. Go ahead, try them on." She nodded towards the table. He saw the faint blue of denim underneath the other clothes, picking it out to inspect.

They were a pair of denim short shorts.

"But...you can't seriously expect me to go home wearing -this-!" Siaru exclaimed the last word, waving his hands over the incredibly girly set of clothes.

"Oh, don't worry. You look pretty in them! Besides, you don't have to wear all of it! Just carry the singlet and skirt home. You'll be fine!" His Mistress had dismissed his claim in a very calm, relaxed manner. There was no way he wanted to argue with her. He huffed out loud, defeated in his attempt at getting even a little pride and dignity. He started to slip the thigh-highs on, his legs looking all the more graceful for it. As he slipped his panties on, the vixen spoke again.

"Anyway Siaru, I'll have to go now. I hope we can meet again!" She smirked at him as he pulled the panties over his other leg.

"Er...Sorry M-Mistre-"

"Don't play with me, Siaru. Please, call me Vivian. And before you decline my request" she said, lifting a finger to point at his crotch, still bound in the metal chastity cage "you might want to think about your options as to who has the key. Anyway, see you later darling!"

The End