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Chapter 43 - Demonstration

Ember and Voigt return to Cal’s room, where the giggles can still be heard. Hess is immediately collared by the older wolf and dragged off to be used as a body pillow, leaving the black and white wolves alone together. Ember smirks down at the severely abused wolf still locked up in the stocks and cuffed with a heavy padlock. Cal is teary eyed and tittering in little bursts, while his penis is fully erect and exposed, with the sheath pulled back over the knot. Taking pity on the captive, Ember removes the locks and allows him to relax his body on the floor.

“Thanks for that, hon,” Cal says finally, after a few deep breaths, giving his cock some much-needed physical attention with a firm grip.

“Pretty horny huh?” Ember plonks himself down on the bed, still wearing a cheeky grin.

“I’m ravenous right now.” The wolf pants, having regained his breath more. He pushes himself up to the elbows and eyes Ember with a sudden flash of concern. “Oh dear, what happened to your neck?”

Ember puffs and rolls his eyes down. “Voigt is what happened.” He attempts to rub the bandage, but the stabbing pain resists further interaction. “He got a little … excited,” he adds, coyly.

“Ooh, you two fucked already? In the woods no less?” Cal relaxes, and stretches the corners of his mouth into a toothy smile.

“Yeah, didn’t you hear us earlier?”

“Honestly no. I knew you came in, but I was a bit far-gone at that point.

“Oh, well, yeah we fucked in the forest. It was really hot.” Ember grins awkwardly, showing his embarrassment.

“Wow! Tell me all about it.”

Ember recounts the tale from start to finish, including the folklore from his tribe as Voigt suggested, which Cal almost seems to enjoy more than the sexy parts. He suggests telling them to Hess as well, since he’s such an avid fan of anything fantastic.

“So have you blown your new load then?” Cal asks, “Hess told me you got another free cum.” Ember nods in reply. “Jealous. I’d have loved to swallow that load.”

“Heh, maybe next week. I feel like I’m going to need a diary to keep you boys booked in.”

“Can I be your receptionist?”

“No, I have terrible work ethic. You’d be reporting me to HR after the first day.”

“Luckily, they don’t care about werewolves, no one will hear my plight.” He feigns dismay. “I’ll just have to take it, like a good boy.”

Ember smirks lecherously and helps Cal to his feet. His legs are still wobbly, but he can manage hobbling to the bed where he slumps down with the other wolf. He lays himself back on the soft bed, sighing at the relief of not being on a carpeted wooden surface anymore. Ember twists his core to face Cal.

“Hey, do you remember you said you had an idea for me?” Ember asks, having been thinking about it since setting off home after the false hunt.

“Oh yeah, I remember.” The white wolf murmurs, yawning and stretching his muscles. He looks over at the bedroom door to check if it is shut and shifts his eyes back to the wolf. “If you want,” he continues in a hushed voice, “I can go into town and get a dog tag made for Hess’ collar.”

“Oh! That’s such a cute idea” Ember utters gleefully. “Do you think the master will mind?”

“I know he won’t because I’ve already asked him.”

Cal rests his hands behind his head and shuts his eyes; which makes Ember really wants to start tickling the exposed armpits, but he resists the temptation.

“That’s good then. Alright, what do you think it should say?”

“Anything you like dear. It’s Mr Hendricks that makes them, so you could be pretty lewd with it if you wanted.”

“That’s useful, but I don’t know if he’d like being called ‘Ember’s fuck toy’ or if ‘property of Ember’ would be too much. You know him better than I do, what do you think?”

“At the end of the day, if you say he has to wear it, he has to wear it, as long as it doesn’t undermine the master. It could say ‘Chubby bitch boy’ and he’d not complain.” He half-laughs. “He likes defamatory and embarrassment stuff anyway.”

“I kinda got the impression that you do too a little bit.”

Cal flushes and opens his eyes again, only to be met with a devilish smile on the black wolf’s face. He looks away, knowing his shyness will only worsen if he keeps their eyes locked.

“What … makes you say that?”

“Master’s comment, at the dinner table, about the whole forced to act like a dog thing.”

“Oh … y-yeah. Well, n-not to the same extent as Hess, but … maybe a little bit.”

Cal whimpers, flitting his eyes around to keep them busy and distract himself from the conversation. Despite his efforts, he is visibly bothered, and his cock betrays any perversion he may try to disclaim.

“Not even sure of the logistics of it anyway,” Ember says, puzzling himself, “acting like a dog, I mean.”

“It’s simple enough …” the white wolf swallows, building up confidence; knowing Ember’s willingness and nonjudgemental attitude toward learning new things. “Usually, your arms and legs are bound in a way that you’re forced to walk on elbows and knees. With pads of course, or it’d hurt after a while,” he explains, not making eye contact lest the reddened skin at his cheeks darkens further.

“Oh I see. I don’t think I’d enjoy that.”

“When he does kink play, the master always gives you a safe word. If you tell him to stop, everything stops. But hey, if you can handle some hard stuff …” he nods to the bandaged wound at the wolf’s neck “… then why not give puppy play a try too?”

“Heh, I guess so. So, is that what it’s called, puppy play?”

“Yeah usually. But it’s kind of a spectrum and ranges from just wearing a pup hood to being like full headspace, no-thoughts dog. It just ties in really nicely with bondage.”

“A pup hood? You’ve lost me again.” Ember rubs his head awkwardly.

“It’s just a skin-tight hood shaped like a dog. Obviously they’re designed for humans, but the master has a custom one for us. We already look like dogs, so it’s really just a form-fit mask, but it has dog-like colours to help with the illusion.” Cal eventually turns to face Ember, “It’s up to you at the end of the day, but if you’re able to get into alternate mindsets pretty easily, I think you’ll love it.”

“Well …” Ember looks down, thinking back to the woods “… I did nearly pass out when Voigt fucked me. I struggled even with basic speech and movement, and my head got … fuzzy.”

“Making me jealous again.” Cal laughs and nudges the black wolf’s side. “But yeah, that sounds sorta like a headspace.”

“Maybe I’ll give it a go then. I guess what’s the worst that could happen eh?”

“He could hugely demean and humiliate you in front of us.” Cal grins cheekily, while also looking like he was wishing it was him. Ember nervously fidgets, his tail gently flapping at the bed covers. “Don’t worry, we’ve seen it all before. Voigt finds it kinda hot, Hess finds it very hot, and so do I,” he admits with a sigh.

“I guess if there were ever a party of people I could be exposed to in such a way, you three would be the best,” he mutters with a nervous quiver to his voice.

“Exactly. Anyway, what kind of tag do you want for your new pet?” Cal sits up and leans back on his arms.

“I still quite like ‘Property of Ember’. It’s simple and gets the point across without being too crass.” The black wolf says. “As long as Master doesn’t deny it.”

“Well, Hess isn’t his property, so it should be fine for just a sexual thing. I’ll get it made.” Cal gets up and writes it down on a piece of paper. “Any particular shape? I could get a dog bone one.”

Ember grins “I feel like you should be the one wearing a dog bone tag.”

The white wolf’s tail wags a little, “Um …” he mewls, not making eye contact.

“Oh dear, why do I feel like I’m going to be the proud owner of two pets soon enough.” Ember grins wider, standing up from the bed.

“N-no…” Cal whimpers and looks away, not able to come up with any other kind of response, nor able to stop his tail from swinging behind him. “Y-you’ve just c-caught me in a really horny and subby mood after all that tickling.”

The black wolf levers himself off the bed and sidles up behind Cal, threading his arms underneath the other’s. He nudges his muzzle over the shoulder as he pulls their bodies together and licks the base of his ear, making the slim wolf shiver and giggle.

“I bet you’d be a really cute dog,” Ember utters in a deeper register, causing the other wolf’s knees to flutter.

Cal doesn’t respond anymore, knowing that anything he says will sound incredibly slutty. Instead he just continues to huff and whine every other exhale, glad to have his face hidden in this position.

“Maybe not owner then,” Ember continues, “but I think you’d look good with a tag that says ‘Good Dog’. Wouldn’t you, boy? Because you are a good dog.”

Cal nods and produces a quiet “woof” in response. Ember nearly melts on the spot.

“Aww! Did you just woof for me?” He asks, shifting sideward a little so he can try and catch the other wolf’s gaze, but he’s deftly avoided when Cal clamps his eyes shut in overwhelming shyness. “That was the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” The white wolf’s cheeks look like they could boil water. He refuses to open his eyes and nervously fidgets his feet and hands. “Do it again for me, doggy, come on,” he coaxes, rubbing the white, furry tummy.

Cal continues to whine and shuffle on his feet, looking away with his head, even though his eyes are still closed. Yet, his tail wags hard enough to batter Ember’s hip, and his sheath is swollen with his hard dick. He emits another, much quieter bark, sounding more like an uppity huff. He is teased continually, insistently persuaded to “speak”, like a trainer with a treat in his hand. Nervous, embarrassed and horny, he responds appropriately as any dog should.

“Woof!”

“That’s my good boy.”

Ember gives the wolf more vigorous belly rubs and more verbal praise in return, which in turn, makes him giggle and growl happily. Being dominant in this way, or in any way, towards Cal stirs his loins, and once again he feels encouraged to continue and work him up as much as he can.

“If master wants me to be a good dog for him, I think I should learn how to do it properly, don’t you, puppy?” Ember asks.

He finds it odd calling a wolf who he’s sure is slightly older than him a diminutive term, but he knows the effect is a positive one when he’s met with another resounding bark.

Ember breaks himself away from the white wolf and tugs on his collar to steer him back towards the bed. He sits on the edge, his erect member poking out of its sheath and throbs parallel to his thighs. After releasing the collar, he clicks his fingers close to the ground in a commanding gesture which has Cal falling to his hands and knees in an instant. In this position, the wolf-turned-dog seems to be more at ease with this predicament, and wags his tail again. He sits on his legs in a kneel and looks up at the black wolf, woofing again, quietly.

“What a good boy you are,” Ember mutters in a sing-song manner and starts aggressively petting the back of Cal’s skull and neck. The dog-wolf starts panting and wagging harder, with the plume of his tail causing small ripples in the pile of the carpet as it wafts over. “Would the puppy like a bone?” He asks, ceasing the petting and cupping the jawline.

“Woof!” The dog-wolf agrees emphatically, dropping his eyes to the hot, red shaft throbbing below his chin.

“Good dog.”

The handler steers Cal’s head downward and commands him to open his muzzle. The dick slips in with no resistance, all the way to the lips of Ember’s sheath, guided by the hands on either side of his head. He holds his position as the hands are pulled away, having not been told to pull away. Eagerly, he begins to lick, swirling his dextrous tongue around the tender skin and lapping up the film left behind from all the pre. As a dog, he has no concept of oral sex, so he stays still, looking up at the werewolf above him, just lapping at the shaft.

Ember seems to pick up on this quickly and returns one of his hands to the top of the white wolf’s head, pulling him down further until Cal’s lips threaten to release the knot. The dog-wolf has to deny himself a moan as he pulls himself away from humanity and just settles for huffs and squeaky whimpers. Once again, he is being teased without self-pleasure. In this mindset, he has no concept of masturbation, so, seated he must remain, not touching but achingly stiff. After the good half-hour spent being tickled by Hess, to puppy play, this is insufferably tormenting. He wished he had a pup hood to hide his shame, but he can’t even suggest it because dogs don’t talk; they simply obey.

Like this they remain with Ember comfortably seated enjoying a fellatio with no means of conclusion, controlling Cal’s head up and down his length. He gives praise regularly, watching with considerable pleasure as the whole of his cock disappears into the furry white muzzle every time. The drunk expression on Cal’s face and the discovered empowerment from the scenario blends into a profound, alien arousal. Desperate to at least feel the pseudo-orgasm of his knot being released, he pulls his sheath back and grunts, as his cock throbs. He pulses his dick manually, holding the head of the wolf in place enjoying what he can of this pleasure, as it skirts across the anti-cum glass wall in his head.

Despite wanting nothing more than to continue this until the early hours, the dominant ends the session and pulls out, leaving the white wolf’s mouth agape, drooling spit and precum. How pretty he looks, Ember thinks, swaying slightly, fluttering his eyelids, trying to pull back some semblance of cognition.

The acting dog pants and stares at the delicious bone in front of him, pining for it to be returned to it’s rightful place. He looks up at its owner and flattens his ears cutely, woofing again a couple of times, begging in the only way he should know how. His own cock, firm enough to use as scaffolding. For his efforts, he receives another thorough fussing, all over his head and down his neck to his chest. When the hands dip further, he feels it only right to topple over onto his side, then roll onto his back so Ember has better access to rub and scratch his belly. His tail wags exuberantly, causing his bottom and legs to waggle along with it. His cock drapes heavily over the side of his hip, twitching to remind them both of its existence, in the hopes it will attract the attention of a stray hand.

The black wolf chuckles at the adorable display, admiring the “ararar”s and intermittent barks his good dog is making. His hands wriggle all over the fluffy torso, giving as much attention as they can provide, until eventually, he grabs the erect penis. Cal quietly howls as his canine shaft is gripped tightly and tugged while the other hand continues its assault on the belly fur. The hand slides down on the length and, just as was done with his own, Ember springs back the sheath and tweezes his fingers and thumb behind the knot. Cal yips as his body attempts to orgasm, but nothing happens. He grimaces in frustration but also exceptional pleasure as the knot bulges to its fullest in the black hand. He breaks character somewhat as he moans and writhes, bucking his hips into the air, ejecting only a thin squirt of pre onto his fuzzy crotch. Eventually he slumps back on the floor and looks desperately up at his towering black wolf, panting. He raises his hands into a limp doggy curl, unable to resist a soft giggle.

“Aww,” Ember coos, smiling widely.

He swings a leg over the pup and rests his forearms and knees either side of his body, bringing their faces close together. Overwhelmed with attraction, he engages a kiss, with which the puppy dog responds a series of licks and excited yaps. Laughing, Ember is forced to retreat to wipe his mouth of slobber and pushes himself back up, still kneeling over Cal’s body.

“You’re a very loving handler,” the recumbent wolf says, finally breaking out of the mindset. “Had I been able to cum, it would have been a good one.”

“Heh, thanks doggy,” Ember replies and slides his hands down to the sides of Cal’s body and starts tickling him while he’s trapped.

“Ah! Noohohohooo!” Cal squirms and tries to pull the arms away “Ah ha ha heee he he heee,” he giggles frantically.

Ember relents and watches as the cute wolf slowly relaxes his muscles and uncurls his back, laying down again. He sighs with a grin takes a few deep breaths to stop his nerves from spasming. The black wolf climbs off and sits himself back down on the bed. After kneeling in the woods for half an hour, your legs become averse to the idea of doing it again anytime soon.

“Hey, I know it’s not exactly the best time to ask but, I have a question,” the black wolf says cautiously as the other pulls himself shakily back to his feet.

“You can ask me anything dear, what’s on your mind?” He replies, still wearing a goofy grin from the tickling and all the other kinky stuff he’s been the subject of this past hour.

“I overheard the master talking on the phone after the banquet, and he mentioned a name that I’ve not heard before.” Cal tilts his head curiously, gesturing for him to continue. “Who’s Kyle?”