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Chapter 33 - Suited

“What was all that you two were talking about?” Cal asks as they walk up the stairs, holding the full suit up by its hanger so it doesn’t trail across the floor.

“I have honestly no clue. Druids, Clerics, Pangolins or something I dunno. It’s cute hearing him talk about it though,” Ember says with a reflective smile.

“Yeah he hyper-fixates on his games and I love it when he goes all nerdy over them. I’m more of a single player person; I don’t much care for the dependency of other people when I’m gaming.”

“That seems unlike you.”

“Does it? I’m social, but not that social. I choose my friends carefully.” Cal lays the suit carefully down on the bed in Ember’s room.

“I’m one of the lucky ones eh?” Ember chuckles, admiring the body of the tall wolf as he bends over.

“I could say the same, dear.” He sits down on the mattress, being careful not to crease the clothes. “Have you ever played any computer games?”

“Yeah a little. We didn’t have anything like that at the tribe, so the only chance I got was at my ex’s house who had a PS2. I liked playing ones where you could be an animal, like that one where you play as a Tasmanian tiger and throw boomerangs.” He sighs as he reminisces, remembering how simple life felt when he was with someone who cared about him.

“That sounds like fun. I don’t play as much these days, but I’d be happy to take turns with you on the PS2 if you like. We don’t have many of those, but we can always get more.”

“I’d like that.” Ember smiles and picks up the trousers and holds it up against himself.

“Do you need a hand with anything?” Cal asks.

“I’d always love assistance from you,” the black wolf grins lewdly. “But without the other collar on, I might damage the trousers if I get a boner.”

“Heh, you sound like you’re coming out of your shell a little. It’s really nice to see.”

“I guess I do feel a little more confident around you guys than I did.” Ember drops his smile into something more awkward and carefully lays the trousers back down. He catches sight of the icing wolf on his windowsill and feels some of his muscles relax. “I had a chat with Voigt last night … about how I’ve been feeling here.”

“He’s terrible at emotional support, but a very good listener.” Cal titters and leans back a little, supporting his upper body with his arms. “How did it go?”

“I realised the only reservations I still have left are ones I created myself. I finally feel good about admitting to myself that … I like it here.” He looks away when he spots Cal smiling toothily at him. “The collar still bothers me but, versus the life I had, I have no right to complain about the new one I’ve been given here. So, I’m trying harder to just … be myself.” He feels a hand interlock with his which makes him turn back to the other wolf.

“You really are such a sweet thing. I couldn’t be happier to hear that.” Cal tugs on the arm and steers Ember’s muzzle towards his own, pulling him down for a delicate kiss. He holds him there for a few moments and lets him pull away.

“Rrf.” The black wolf stands up and wipes his lips bashfully, the pink of his dick already starting to poke out of his sheath. “You’re so nice to me.” Still clung to the other wolf, his arm is gently swung in a loving gesture, flustering him further.

Cal leans forward and kisses Ember’s belly, then a little lower and then lower still, just above his crotch. “You know why that is don’t you dear?” He says, enjoying the soft whimper from above as his lips touch the sheath for the next kiss. “I’ve said it before: you’re worth being nice too”.

Ember’s lip quivers as he watches the white wolf extend his tongue and drag it over the exposed head of his penis. A gasp escapes his muzzle as the hot breath warms his sensitive skin and a dextrous tongue slips its way into the sheath. His cock pulses firmer and works the next inch out when the tongue is sucked back into the wolf’s mouth like spaghetti. Cal grins happily up at him and lays back on the bed on his side.

“Go on now, I need to see if those clothes fit you. Put the top half on first, since you might struggle with the trousers now.” He suggests.

“You’re a terrible tease; worse than Hess,” Ember grumbles, doing his best not to touch himself because he knows it will only make him harder.

“If Hess were me, he would have kept sucking,” Cal says defensively, but still laying seductively with his own tip showing. “I know how to show restraint.”

“You’re a real saint,” the black wolf retorts snidely, and picks extracts the shirt from inside the suit jacket. He burrows his arms into the sleeves and carefully buttons it up, finding it a difficult task with claws. “I’ve never worn a tailored suit before, it fits perfectly.”

“Yeah, I always assumed it was the old man who did it all. Silly of me, now I think about it.” He watches judgementally as Ember wraps the tie around his shirt collar and makes a simple knot. “Oh dear me,” he says, pulling himself up off the bed.

“What? What’s wrong?” Ember looks down, unable to see the knot he’s made but certain he did it correctly.

“This is a Windsor household. Let me show you.” Cal undoes the tight knot and dons it himself so he can demonstrate. “There, now you try.”

“That looked so complicated for very little payoff.” Ember complains, taking it back to attempt the knot under guidance.

“That’s it, over again, wrap it around, up through the middle and then down.” Cal helps to straighten the tie once it’s tied and pulls down the shirt collar. “My what a handsome wolf you become in formal dress.”

“I thought I was already handsome?” He sticks out his tongue.

“Yes, just a lower grade.” Cal remarks in contest.

“Thanks.” Ember smiles at the backhanded compliment. Realising he should be safe to put the trousers on, he slips on a pair of tights to keep the fur down and then the underwear and trousers. Despite softening to near-flaccid, there is still a noticeable bulge in the front which Cal seems to admire.

“Yeah, it will just look like that. But hey, clothes aren’t really designed for guys with sheathes so we make do.” He claps his hands and draws his eyes reluctantly away. “Right, socks, tuck your shirt in, put on a belt and then that’s everything bar the shoes.”

Ember does as he’s instructed and completes his ensemble. Although he soon has to take off the jacket for fear of sweating on the shirt.

“I don’t have to wear all this in the kitchen do I?” He asks as he carefully lays the jacket back down on the bed.

“Oh dear me no, no. You’ll wear a t-shirt and your black corduroys under all your fur guard stuff and apron. When it’s time for you to come help me, you’ll change in the downstairs toilet and come out into the dining room with me.”

“Good, I was terrified I’d make it messy.”

“Don’t worry, it’s all organised. Oh, Hess will need to spray the back of your hands with hairspray before you start cooking too. It won’t feel nice to have your fur glued, but if one of these people spots a single hair, the tantrum will be epic.” Cal winces and shakes his head.

“Heh, yeah I can imagine.”

“Do you want me to run you through the etiquette stuff again now or after you’ve seen the master?”

“If you sure he won’t mind waiting, I’m fine doing it now. I mean, I think I got it all though.” Ember attempts to sit down and finds it tightens areas he doesn’t like being tightened and opts to stay vertical.

“Doesn’t hurt to check.”

Cal starts explaining all the necessary obligations for their presentation. Reiterating the schedule, the duties and the methods of attracting his attention if necessary: tugging his coat or wiping his lips with a thumb. He also goes into finer detail on how to speak to the guests if they approach him and what to do if they need assistance that he cannot provide.

“On top of all that, you just need to remember that even if they’re wrong, they’re always right. If they have a problem with their drink, it’s remade; if they make suggestions of the decor, you thank them for their consideration; if they call you an upright dog, you compliment their wit and flatter them with humility.”

“I already hate them all,” Ember grumbles and Cal snickers.

“Only a few of them are really that bad. The rest are just a bit snooty. I tell you what though, some of the most fun we have is at their expense later in the day. Hess does a wonderfully accurate impersonation of Hamish that always has me in tears.”

“That does sound fun.”

“You’ve just got to get through the hard part.” Cal smiles reassuringly “Thankfully you’ll only be coming in at the back-end of it. One of them in particular is a real tosser when he’s sober, but after a few drinks he mellows out.”

“Huh,” Ember puffs loudly, half-surprised at hearing Cal call someone a ‘tosser’.

“Anyway, I think that’s everything. You’d better go get your new collar fitted.”

“I suppose so.”

Cal kisses the black wolf on the cheek again and says his goodbye-for-nows, leaving Ember in his room with the door open. He quickly checks himself in the mirror on the wardrobe door, admiring the fine craftwork of the stitching and overall design. The black of the suit itself seemingly chosen to compliment his already dark fur colour, not looking so similar that they blend together. He sighs, getting nervous again now he’s left alone with his thoughts and quickly plods over to the master’s study door. He knocks and is immediately bid entry.

“Come in, sit, I’ll be right with you,” Alek gestures to one of the chairs, holding a mobile to his head. He returns his attention in full to the phone while Ember steps over and makes himself comfortable. “What do you mean you don’t know? He’s one of yours isn’t he? … Right, well don’t give me such a lame excuse then. He’s pulled this shit in the past and I want to be better prepared for it this time. … Look I don’t want to hear it. I’ll call back later.” Alek terminates the call and turns back to the wolf at his desk, instantly improving his mood.

“Is everything alright, master?” The wolf queries curiously.

“Nothing to concern yourself with my boy.” He stands and picks up a brown leather collar off his desk, fitted with the same two silver plaques on either side of the D-ring but with a couple of added symbols. “Kneel,” he commands as he walks around the chair, and Ember drops to his knees, being careful to not damage the suit.

“Is that it?”

“Sure is. It’s got the same spells as the other one, just no more erections.”

Alek grins and swaps the collars around on the wolf’s large, furry neck, laying the old one on the table. Ember looks down at his groin, tempted to test how well it works, but already feeling as though his penis is less responsive to mental suggestion.

“I thought about blocking horny thoughts as well, but … I do also enjoy being a little cruel.” His smile widens as he unzips his trousers and pulls out his balls and flaccid cock. “Go on, wolf.”

Ember is surprised by the sudden display but finds no reason to complain. What with Hess when he woke up and Cal just before putting the suit on, he already feels needy. Were he still back in the cabin, he’d have had his morning fap by now, a ritual he seldom neglected, and despite getting to release last night, the desperation for regular sexual contact is starting to set in. He never realised how much he could miss it, after being alone for so long, its recent increase in regularity is making him desire it far more frequently. Now, presented with his master’s genitals, he can’t help but imagine scenarios where it ends up inside him.

He stares at the soft cock in front of him and quickly leans forward, bringing his nose close to the sparsely-furred sac and inhales. His master’s scent it arousing; mostly, he assumes, due its connect to authority and prestige, like a rare fruit, bore and consumed only by those special enough. This time, he, under the whim of its owner, is allowed to partake, and intends to savour it. He buries his cold nose into the soft folds and allows a deeper lungful. His tongue extends and cups the hanging testicles, enjoying the sensation of drag from the loose skin as he pulls it back in. There is little flavour, thanks to the recent shower, but his enthusiasm isn’t deterred. The shaft laid heavy atop his muzzle begins to stir, so he opens his wolfish maw to take it in, eager to feel it grow on his tongue.

Alek moans softly as his cock disappears into a form-fit cave of wet heat. He rests a hand between his pet’s ears and strokes the fur gently, pulling the head close. A grunt of excitement escapes him when the exploratory tongue circulating his member begins fiddling with his foreskin in attempt to push it back; and with enough purchase, the wolf draws it back and exposes his glans to a hugging warmth. He’s soon fully erect and slowly starts to rock his hips, making the foreskin roll back and forth inside the air-locked mouth. In response, the tongue fights the movements, tugging the flesh in attempt to keep it inside.

Ember whines frustratedly as he reaches down to pleasure himself and finds he is not the slightest bit hard. He gropes the bulge, finding pleasure as his slick shaft is caressed by the sheath, but gets nary a twitch in response. The collar works. Eventually, dejectedly, his hand leaves his crotch and is put to better effort serving his master. It, and it’s twin make short work of the belt buckle, allowing Alek’s trousers to tumble down. He is forced to detach himself from the cock to feed it through the hole in the underwear, but only until it springs past the waistband and falls to join the heap of fabric around his master’s feet. With the thinly-haired legs now exposed, Ember is free to let his hands discover every bit of skin they can find; wrapping the thighs, squeezing the buttocks, or groping the belly under the shirt.

Enjoying the feeling of the wolf’s manual attention, he puts both hands on the wolf’s head and starts taking firmer control over its movements. He shifts his speed between slow and fast, riding the pleasure as it draws him closer to release. Revelling in the delight of knowing how much it will tease his new pet to cum in his mouth while he remains soft. He threads his fingers through the dense fur behind Ember’s ears, holding the skull tightly as he grinds his dick deep into the muzzle; the snout’s full length perfectly accommodating his size.

The wolf slurps on his master’s dick hungrily, continually roaming his furred hands anywhere they will reach. A submissive growl escapes his mouth whenever he feels the fingers knead his scalp in just the right way. Every so often he’d extend his tongue and lap the balls with the penis still being thrust in and out. Spit drips from the skin as he works around the heavy sac and into the crook of his legs, grinding his master’s cock head against the roof of his mouth.

Feeling his impending release, Alek slides his hands down Ember’s face and grips the muzzle from both sides, forcing him to pull his tongue back in. With the jaws clamped down over his shaft and in full control, Alek opposes every movement of his hips, slamming their bodies together. He grunts and huffs, fucking Ember’s muzzle hard as he reaches and breeches the orgasmic barrier. With a final push, he presses his cock in as deep as it will go, and holds the wolf's head tightly in place, feeling the hands at his thighs hold tight.

Ember moans in harmony, feeling several spurts of hot semen coat the inside of his mouth. He is commanded sharply not to swallow it, so he does as he is told and resists the urge. The amount is significant for a human, based on his limited experience. A drizzle by comparison to himself and his kind, but enough to make him jealous and wound up that he can’t even masturbate.

The last of the cum trickles out and, while the spasms begin to subside, Alek takes the time to quickly unbutton his shirt. In a swift motion, he releases his lock on the muzzle, pulls his cock out and drops himself to his knees. He then grabs the D-ring of his wolf’s collar and pulls him close until, even though they’re both on their knees, his body towers over. The lust is evident in Ember’s eyes, half-lidded and lazy as he stares at his master, a full load in his mouth, waiting to be consumed on command.

Ember whimpers out his nose as his lips are brought in contact with his master’s, and directed to open. The semen spills forward as soon as an opening is presented and flows over his teeth and around the edges of his maw. Alek’s tongue rubs against his own, collecting some of it, while the rest pours out onto his cheeks and runs down his neck to his bare chest. The tug on Ember’s collar is unrelenting as the kiss becomes more passionate. Alek’s tongue invades deeper, the moans argue into who’s the more needy and the furry hands work up and down the master’s sides.

With his knees slotted between the bulky legs of his pet, and bent back with the suited beast powerfully arched over his body, he remains in control with just a finger through the ring of its collar. Eventually he pushes Ember away and licks his lips, steering the muzzle down his body and commanding him to lick up the mess he’d made. His wolf obeys, dragging his hot tongue all over the naked torso, cleaning it of all the cum that dripped down. When he has been sufficiently washed, he releases his hold and climbs unsteadily to his feet, pulling the underwear and trousers along. Leaving his hard cock poking through the fly, he simply buttons up the waistband and wanders around to the desk to wipe away all the wolf spit with some tissues.

“Up you get, wolf,” he commands.

Ember stands up, panting and heaving his lungs, groggy with lust. He sluggishly about-faces until their gazes meet, dragging his facial muscles around to try and sober himself up.

“I think that’s proof enough that it works, eh?” Alek continues, buttoning up his shirt. “Make sure to brush your teeth. I can’t have you greeting guests with cock breath.” Ember giggles breathily and leans on the armrest of one of the chairs.

“Th-thank you, master. That was really hot,” the wolf mewls. “That collar definitely works, but I’m going to need to change my underwear.”

“Good idea.” Alek grins “Take a shower while you’re at it.”

“Yes master.” Ember shakes his head a little and rights his back properly, stretching his muscles. “I can only imagine what it would be like if you put the spill-band on me while wearing this collar.”

Alek chuckles. “Oh, I think you know what would happen. Hess has been the subject of many experiments, that combination being one of them. Needless to say, he enjoyed himself.”

“Yes, master. He does seem to enjoy the torment.”

“That he does. Now, off you go, I imagine he would appreciate the help in the kitchen making those sandwiches.”

Ember nods and turns around to head out, feeling very wet and slick around his genitals.