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Chapter 38 - Spare

“You wanted to see me, master," Ember asks timidly after being called in.

“Yes. Come in, sit down," Alek says rubbing his eyes and visibly restraining his emotions. He stands up to extract a collar from a tall cupboard and waits for the wolf to plop himself in the chair. A cheerful smile creeps onto his face, but with a subtle blemish of disingenuousness. “How do you feel?"

“A little woozy, and my throat burns."

“Yes, I'm sorry about that." Alek drops his smile to something more apologetic and returns to his chair. “You throwing up wasn't intended."

“So, you did put something on my collar then?" Ember asks, feeling slightly distrusted.

“I did," Alek replies with a firm nod. “I had a fear that something would happen today. There were a lot of arguments over the murder, and I tried to reason that a Hunter shouldn't come, but the Venators insisted they not be kept out of the loop. When I heard that one of the more unstable ones was representing their council, I had to think of something." He sighs and leans back in his chair, fiddling with the collar in his hands. “I have no idea how to defend against bloodlust. I don't know what the parameters are or how it works in the body, so I added a fear of blood spell, hoping that it would counteract any violent intentions. It worked, but there was some side effects it seems, and I'm sorry that happened."

“Well … only half-worked." Ember lowers his head in shame. “I thought I'd killed him. I couldn't hold it back and had this vivid daydream that I attacked him. Next thing I knew I woke up on the floor."

“That vision you had might have been the reason you fainted. You imagined it so accurately that your mind couldn't cope with all the gore." Alek looks down at the collar and back at the wolf. “I have to know, before I put this back on … do you still feel the need to hunt and kill?"

“I don't know, master." The wolf shakes his head. Every time I think about it, I get queasy. I don't think so, though. The taste has gone in my mouth, and all I feel is embarrassment and … uncleanliness."

“Alright. The only thing these collars do is prevent you from attacking me or my servants, but if the bloodlust came back, I'll have to send you back to the basement to stop you trying to escape."

“I hope that doesn't happen, I hated it down there."

“I know, pet. I'd hate having to do it." He straightens his back. “But, if your head is clear, I'd recommend you have a shower, and by the time you're done, you should be able to stay naked and we can get back to normal."

“I'd like that, master. I've weirdly missed not having clothes on," Ember admits sheepishly.

“Good boy," Alek says, grinning and getting up to walk around the desk.

The wolf wags excitedly, mostly at the praise, but also because his master is getting so close to him. He purrs a low hum when the human's hands touch his neck and unlock the chastity collar. He feels a shiver run through his body as the trapped and unfulfilled arousal mixes with a quelled bloodlust. He feels a combined urge to hump and maim, and looks up into his master's eyes. Even without the old collar on he still feels like he doesn't want to harm him, having spent these past few days being cared for so attentively. The leather clicks on and he once again feels the safety it provides. The killer instinct still prevalent, but nothing like what he felt in his dream, and now much more subdued by the sensation growing in his trousers.

“You still good?" Alek asks, stroking his wolf's ears and scratching through the fur at the back of his head and down his neck. “My good boy?"

“Yes master," the beast mewls, letting his tongue loll from the joy of being petted. The touch alone adding further weight to the arousal.

“So I see" The human adds, leaning down and grabbing the forming tent.

Ember grunts and bites his lip. “No fair, master," he moans between pants, “I can't cum again until tomorrow."

“Actually …" Alek says with a mischievous smile, righting his body, “I've given you the spare one."

“Spare?" The wolf queries curiously, tilting his head as he watches his master return to the grander chair.

“I always have an extra collar for emergencies." He grins. “You've gained another orgasm; but only this once, because I feel bad about what happened earlier."

“R-really master?" Ember's eyes glimmer with excitement. “Thank you so much!"

“Don't mention it. I'm sure it will be put to good use when Voigt gets his turn with you."

“Y-yeah." Ember giggles coyly. “I believe it will."

“Do you still want to go on a hunt with him after dark?"

“Yes master, more than ever now. I need to burn off all this pent up energy."

“Alright. I think it will be good for the both of you honestly. It's been a while since he last went on one and he's expressed interest in learning from a professional."

“I don't know if I'd call myself a professional, master," the wolf flusters modestly.

“You have significantly more experience at least." Alek says, waving away the remark. “The point is that you'll both welcome each other's company and that's all that matters."

“Yes master." Ember stands up and is about to excuse himself when he remembers the overheard conversation. “Is … everything going to be alright?"

“From today you mean? Yes, it'll be fine. It's the Hunters who should worry. It's about time the firm hand of justice crashed down on them." Alek watches the wolf nod, seemingly unconvinced. “I assume you happened to catch the end of my phone call."

“I'm sorry master, I was told to come up and couldn't help -" he is interrupted with another wave of the hand.

“It's alright, I wasn't exactly speaking quietly and you boys have big ears." He smiles. “You don't need to worry, Lewis's sect will be held accountable for this. They've broken the trusted agreement we have with the Venatoriat and the full power of the law will be brought down upon them if they don't concede. Especially with tonight's guests on my side. For whatever reasons they have, all of them despised Lewis's actions, and will see to it that he's held accountable."

“I suppose I should be happy that they want to see some form of justice, even if they aren't doing it for me."

“Just be glad it's over. I'll sort the rest out from here."

“Yes master." Ember nods again. He considers asking who Kyle is, but decides against it for now. “I was a little upset that you didn't trust me, when I found out about the collar, but I know you did the right thing. So, thank you."

“I did what I thought was right to protect us all. It's them I don't trust, not you." Alek look intently at Ember, to try and add proof to his words. The wolf nods in reply. “Now, go get all that blood washed off and give the suit to Cal, maybe he can rescue it."

“Yes master."

Ember makes his way out of the study and shuts the door, sighing and leaning against the wall. He hurries into his bedroom and strips himself down as quickly as his bulky hands will allow, being cautious with his claws. The fur crumples unnaturally from the hairspray still keeping it stiff. He lays his soiled clothes on the bed and steps out into the hallway to rid himself of the stink of nervous sweat and scrub the rust from his muzzle. He knows he'll only get bloodied again later, but he should try to be presentable for dinner.

As he steps into the shower, his mind races in recollection. All the faces of the people he'd met blend together, so he tries to separate them out into categories of good, bad and neutral. Making a special zone just for Lewis he appropriately titles “bin". A chuckle escapes him upon remembering how soothed he became laying under Emil's charm. He wonders how it might feel to be laid under him instead of his words and quickly shakes his head.

He washes himself thoroughly, rinsing in his sheath, but limiting the touch to avoid getting too hard. But even the semi taunts him into daydreaming of the fuck he's due to receive later. He shakes his head again, spraying water left and right, willing his mind to postpone the horny thoughts. Despite his efforts, he steps out with a firm erection and lets out a long breath, having forgot how good it feels to be blasted with that warm air. A quick rub of his feet with the towel and he exits the bathroom listening at the top of the stairs to determine if it's safe to walk around naked.

A door clicks open in the hallway and Hess peers out. On seeing Ember he quickly waves him over. He laughs curiously and steps over to the wolf head poking out of the door.

“You ok, Hess?" He asks.

“Yeah … yeah fine. Fine." Hess gulps and looks around nervously. He bites his lips and gazes up at the other wolf before opening his door further. Standing beside him is one of the hired staff, a waiter, wearing only a pair of boxers and a nervous smile. Ember's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Uh, hello," the human says, drifting his eyes southward to the shaft poking out of black, furry sheath, which Ember modestly covers.

“I've been waiting for you, sir …" Hess utters quietly, recapturing his owner's attention. “This is Jack … and with your permission, I'd like him to fuck me"

“Is …" Ember starts, and lowers his voice, “Is this allowed?"

Hess nods and shrugs at the same time. “Yeah, sorta. Master knows I do it, but I don't tell him who I do it with." He grabs the black wolf's arm and eagerly yanks him inside. “If you're gonna just stand there and watch, you may as well do it from inside the room."

The door is shut behind Ember leaving him alone with the short horny wolf and his human friend. “Can you even get hard though?" He asks, shuffling awkwardly on his feet and still attempting to hide his privates.

“No, but he sure can. He can cum too."

Hess grins and turns to his guest, pushing his boxers down and exposing his semi-erect penis. Ember fidgets awkwardly as Jack is touched and groped by the chubby wolf. The human seems to love it, grinning and moaning softly, wrapping an arm around the fluffy neck; his nerves over there being an observer noticeably evaporating as he hardens from all the attention. Ember watches with lusty intrigue, his own cock still quite firm after the shower but now rapidly growing to full stiffness. He thinks about excusing himself, wondering if he's being a bit of a third wheel, despite how much he's enjoying the distraction from his thoughts. But then Hess gives him a look that tells him well enough how much he enjoys being watches. Ember mentally shrugs, knowing full well there's nothing for him to do out there anyway until it's time to cook dinner, and even then, the head chef is right here. So here he stays.

Jack loops a finger into the ring of Hess's collar who obediently follows to the bed, clearly enjoying being dragged around. The human props himself up at the headboard and steers the wolf's muzzle toward's his groin. Hess immediately opens his jaws and takes the full length of the erection inside, fitting perfectly down the length of the muzzle. Ember pulls out the chair from the writing desk and sits himself in place so he can get a good view, stroking his penis slowly as he watches his friend get used. Jack controls the speed of the wolf's head as it is forced to bob up and down, groaning softly and occasionally looking over at the other wolf, pleased of the effect this is causing.

With Hess not able to masturbate, he's forced to direct all his attention to his dominant, but that doesn't stop his flaccid cock from drooling pre, wetting the lips of his sheath and dripping down to the bed. After a while, Jack pulls the wolf off his member and instructs him to turn around so he's kneeling, straddling the thighs. Still reclined, he strokes his cock and admires the furry behind as it's exposed to him, pulling the tail out of the way to get a good look. He tugs on it and immediately presses his slick cock head against the inviting hole, swirling it around the rim but not pushing in.

“You got a leash?" Jack asks with an Irish inflection, which Ember now realises after finally hearing him speak more than two words.

Hess only moans dreamily, nodding at the question and looks over at the black wolf for assistance. Having learnt previously, he knows where to find it and procures the leash from the drawer under the bed. He rotates Hess's collar so that the ring is at the back, clips on the collar and gifts the handle to the human. But before he can go sit back down, he feels a hand grip his sheathed knot and has to quickly pull away.

“Ooh no no," Ember winces, holding back his orgasm; managing, but only just. He steps out of reach unless Hess tries that again, and notices him staring, stunned.

“Wait … can you …?" He asks, jaw left agape.

Thinking how much of an opportunity he has to tease the chubby wolf, he waggles his cock and nods “Mhmm, master gave me another freebie as an apology for what happened."

“Rrrf," the subby wolf huffs. “Please please please, sir, can I have it? I want it so badly."

Ember grins and squeezes Hess's sheath to extract some precum, then returns to his chair so he can smear it all around his head and shaft in a seductively slow manner. He chuckles at the slutty pining and nods at the human to continue. Jack pulls on the leash, forcing Hess to straighten his back and landing him on the firm rod that was jabbing his behind. The wolf moans deeply through his mouth and nose, gripping the sheath that wraps his useless cock as Jack forces entry in one quick motion. Wasting no time, Jack begins thrusting upward, letting the lead slacken with every pullback and tightening it on the upward drive. Hess can't help but stare at his owner's dick as it's waggled provocatively at him and repeatedly stroked to the edge.

“Please sir," he whines pitifully, extending the words into a salacious drawl, “I want your cum."

“You had it already. Plus, you're gonna get filled anyway." Ember smirks.

“You make it sound like that's enough for me." Hess giggles, groaning again as the dick in his rear is pounded a little harder.

Jack gropes Hess's belly as it rhythmically undulates, groping and squishing the furry fat as his uses the wolf's hole. It's clear that Hess is doing a lot of the heavy-lifting from the way his leg muscles are tensing, but Ember can see no strain on his face, indicating that this is a well practiced technique.

“Did you say he can't get hard?" Jack asks with broken, breathy speech.

Ember nods. “Yeah cause of that collar, why?"

“I had a thought, and I'm getting close." The human says curiously, and plops his dick out of the wolf's hole. “On your back, boy" he commands and Hess quickly follows the order.

Jack swings a leg over the bulky frame and straddles the furry body, facing the rear. He grins down at the sight of his erect cock, twitching above a soft canine sheath and a heavy set of furry testicles. Grabbing the sheath gently, he lifts it up away from the body and bends his cock down so he can push inside. The slippery skin allows him to slide it all the way in without any resistance. Ember gets up off his chair to get a closer look, and marvels at seeing the ridge of Jack's cock head, formed perfectly in the brown fur.

“Oh wow, this is hot," The black wolf mutters.

“You're telling me," Jack says, squeezing his penis with the sheath like a condom.

“Sir, my camera, on the table. Pass it me," Hess requests, gesturing to it. “I wanna see. Get a good close up when he cums."

With a raised eyebrow and a smirk, Ember complies and passes it over to have it switched on and set to record mode.

“Heh, alright. Jack, pull out. Let me get the initial penetration.

He holds the camera steady and starts videoing the sheath penetration closely, making sure the bulge from Jack's dick is captured. Thin strands of pre and natural sheath lubricant connects them together, making the humanoid cock glisten under the ceiling lamp. A ridge works its way down as the turgid glans bulges the skin, until it is buried so deep it looks like a third testicle.

The human pushes his erection left and right, letting Hess feel his flaccid member be rubbed against, gripped by a hot, tight jacket. The sheath used like a second foreskin or a penetrable masturbator, Jack slides the skin with gaining fervour. When it's clear he's nearing the end, Ember pushes the camera up close to video it in the fullest definition. The wolf on the bed whines and tugs the leash still attached, feeling used in such an embarrassing way and being very aroused by that fact. The human grunts and pushes himself as deep into the wolf's sheath as he can, pinching at the base of his cock to lock it tightly in place as he begins to orgasm.

Ember focuses intently on capturing the shot as best as he can, seeing the pulses of Jack's dick under the skin and the subtle stretch from all the cum being pumped in. Hess moans too, desperately horny from the thought and the sensation of the hot liquid surround his soft member. Jack pants as his orgasm subsides but holds his hand still, plugging the bulging skin. Slowly, he pulls back, and again Ember gets closer still, recording every inch slip out, until eventually the head pops free, followed by a thick stream of semen. The sticky, white slime flows over Jack's dick and quickly soaks into the fur around, pooling at the groin.

“Ok, that was incredibly horny." Ember sighs, after turning off the camera. “Good idea recording it, that's a video I definitely want to watch again."

“Oh yeah, I'm gonna get the master to upload it to the …" Hess quickly stops himself, realising he can't talk about the Machine while Jack is here. “err … the computer".

“You better send me a copy," Jack pants, climbing off the big werewolf and taking a moment to stretch his legs now he's on solid ground.

“Yeah I'll send it to you," Hess says, lifting his upper body up onto he elbows. “You'd better get your clothes back on and hurry out. You can say you were cleaning the bathroom if you get stopped."

“Right, yeah." Jack nods and starts dressing.

“It was fun meeting you." Ember waves in farewell now the waiter is back in his formal attire. “And watching you," he adds dryly.

“Heh, not the first time I've had an observer during sex, and won't be the last neither." Jack grins mischievously. “Later Hess, don't forget that video yeh?"

Hess nods with a quick “'course" and the two wolves are left alone.

Ember snaps his head back to the chubby wolf on the bed, human cum liquefying in his sheath and still dribbling out. Hess blushes instantly and shifts his eyes timidly.

“What?"

“What do you mean, what?" Ember laughs, “You being a lil subby wolf to one of the hired help is not what I expected to see today. Nor was getting me to record it."

“You liked it," Hess retorts, looking down at his sheath and giving it a squeeze, making more leak out. “Oh, master gave me a plush for clean up, now that we're allowed to." He points at the end of the bed.

“Have you got your old one back yet?" The black wolf asks, lifting up a husky toy and handing it over. It is immediately put to use mopping up all the semen.

“Not yet, it still needs washing. Anyway, yeah, I don't get to have sex with someone who can cum very often, so I take any chance I can find."

“I suppose that makes sense."

“I've had Jack in here before, but it's a shame we always have to rush."

“Yeah he's pretty cute. Nice dick too." Ember picks up the digital camera he put down on the bedside table. “So I take it this has been used before." He grins, and Hess nods his head.

“Yes sir. There are more on there." He puts the plush down on the floor, having cleaned up his fur and pushes himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. “I'll show you sometime, but we should go make dinner. I'm starving after cooking all that food and not being able to eat any of it."

“Yeah me too. Don't you wanna get your collar replaced first though?" Ember puts the camera back down and puts the chair back at the desk, glad that he's managed to soften enough that his dick doesn't flop around so weightily.

“I'll leave that up to you sir, it would be nice, though." Hess wags his tail, happy to have an owner making these kinds of decisions.

The towering wolf steps closer to him and scratches the back of his very fluffy neck. “Such a good boy," he praises, making the submissive wolf wag harder and growl affectionately.

“Thank you sir."

“In that case, I think you can wait until a bit later before I let you get hard again." Ember decides, pulling the wolf head close to his groin so he can easily sniff his musk. Hess attempts to get his muzzle closer but is kept back by a firm grip on his collar. “No no, none of that. We're running out of time."

“Fine," he grumbles, pushing himself off the bed and shaking out his fur a little. He feels a sharp tug to his collar again making him yip. “Er … I mean, yes sir."

“That's my boy."