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Chapter 49 - Headspace

With his wolves sated and separated, Alek slumps down on the chair with a proud look of accomplishment. Cal shuffles back over to rest his head on his bare thigh and is rewarded with head pats. He surveys the slumped bodies on the bed, relaxing after a tiresome day of an hours milking, followed by an intense orgy. A smile creeps on his face, when he sees Hess toying with his sheath as more cum leaks out, the only one having not experienced a proper orgasm; since his session at least. He looks at the time and sighs, not feeling cruel enough to now ask his chefs to make dinner at 6:30.

“How about one more act of generosity for the night.” Alek looks down at his butler who tilts his head and locks eyes without pulling away from the comfy leg. “My phone please, Cal.”

The wolves on the bed all collectively sit up or roll over to face their master as the white wolf fishes out the mobile from the pile of clothes on the floor. Alek idly plays with his softened penis, holding out a hand for it.

“Who wants pizza?” He says when the phone is placed in his hand. The wolves all perk up and start wagging their tails; Hess nearly falling off the bed in eagerness.

They all take their turns handing around the phone and putting their order into the online booking system. Once paid, Alek gets Cal to replace the chair and all the chastity collars back in their rightful places, returning all the wolves back in their everyday collars. To Hess’s dismay, the spill-band is also returned, allowing his now-unhindered penis to grow swiftly erect, regardless of the ache and emptiness in his balls. He is last to be collared, and it is again allowed to be so by Ember. The fat wolf flusters and emits a soft whine as he stares up into his owner’s eyes; finding a tranquil comfort in them he’d not seen there before.

“Thank you, sir,” he says, sincerely.

“Ember,” Alek asserts, grabbing his attention.

He snaps his fingers and points to the floor at his feet; a gesture to which Ember flattens his ears and looks cautiously at the human. The wolf’s mind rallies, facing guilt for some unknown dereliction, and sedition from the voice of his past. Yet, without losing eye contact, his knees bend and he drops to the floor, prostrated. He fears that this man, who he has called his Master and has served to the best of his abilities, must have admonishment readied on the tongue, just as his father had done so frequently.

“You look so nervous, sweet boy. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Alek strokes the wolf’s head and immediately Ember’s muscles unwind. He releases the breath he was holding, feeling silly now for assuming the worst and blames the clarity of his blood now running pure of serum.

“You should know by now, pup, that I like to make a show of my power,” he leans down but makes no effort to disguise his voice, “Especially in front of the others.”

The rest of the wolves snigger quietly.

“To that end …” He rights himself again and Ember suddenly finds himself at the end of a leash again. “I want to put you in pup gear.”

“N-now, master?” Ember gulps, staring up at the toothy grin.

He shifts his eyes over to the white wolf who’s also knelt down, but more recombinant and leaning sideward on the bed. Cal winks, also wearing a dirty look on his face.

“Yes, now. I’ve cum, but I’d still love to see you in some proper kink-wear. You can be my good dog for a while.”

Alek threads his fingers through the dense fur along the sides of the black wolf’s head, scratching around the neck and ears.

“Would you like to be my dog? Huh puppy?” He coos.

Ember whimpers, purring a rumbling growl as a shiver trickles down his spine like a drop of ice water. He drifts his gaze down, thinking on how degrading it would be, to be put into the role of a household canine in front of his friends. He allows the argument that these other wolves have all experienced this before and find it to be an attractive display; yet his most prevalent consideration is knowing how much it would please his Master. He remembers how nice it feels receive praise and physical affection as reward for doing a good job. His cheeks redden at the very idea of how much he’s grown to yearn for his Master’s love. He lets out a shaky breath and nods a steely nod to himself.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good boy,” Alek says, which unsurprisingly sets Ember’s tail wagging. “Cal, come help me get him suited.”

“Yes Master,” the butler replies, climbing to his feet and making for the door.

“You two can relax for a bit, but be ready to answer the door if I’m not back in time.”

Voigt and Hess confirm their duties, or lack thereof, and start shuffling up together on the bed. Ember catches the older wolf pressing his lips against the chubby one’s, teasing him further. He smiles, glad of the momentary distraction before his attention is brought back to the foreground and he’s lead off towards his upcoming task.

Once inside the master bedroom, Ember is made to kneel on the floor again. Cal stands by his side while Alek rifles through cupboards and drawers, retrieving all manner of gear soon to be applied. There are straps and belts and leathery coverings that look like they’d cover every part of his body. Also rubber mittens with paw prints on, a hood and muzzle sewn together and an array of buckles and chains to bind the subject into one kinky ensemble. Spotting Ember’s growing trepidation, Cal strokes his head a little and smiles warmly.

“You’re not going to put latex on him are you, Master?” He asks as Alek pulls out a coat hanger with a set of black, shiny clothes dangling from it.

“Hmm, you’re right, maybe next time.” The hanger is put back into the tall cupboard.

“Latex is a bit of a nightmare with fur,” Cal explains. “Before we got chlorinated ones, you’d have to be absolutely covered in lube, because it just clings and pulls whenever you move.”

“Yeah now they just slip right on. But it still can get uncomfortably warm and I don’t want your first experience with puppy play to be an unpleasant one.”

“I appreciate that … Master,” Ember mutters gratefully.

“That will do then, I think,” Alek remarks, stepping away from the fitted cabinets and lowering himself to his knees. “Right then you, let’s get you geared up.”

The next ten minutes are spent applying all the bondage to Ember’s body. First the paw-print mitts are slipped over his hands and locked into place using the buckle and two small padlocks. This is followed by a leather harness and several straps being tied around his ankles and thighs so he can’t extend his legs, and around his wrists with a slack piece of ribbon connecting them. Alek then holds up a very wide leather collar and pauses.

“This collar does have a teeny headspace spell on it, but otherwise it is functionally the same as the one you have on.” He explains “Except for the one-cum-per-week rule because I never added it to this one. Not that it matters now anyway.”

“Headspace spell, master?”

“Yeah it doesn’t manipulate you into one, the ramifications of coding that kind of spell is above my skill level. Instead, it helps you to enter a trance state much quicker. It’s all hormones at the end of the day, and triggering some or denying others is kind of what allows most of these spells to work. This one makes your mind vulnerable to hypnosis.”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Cal chuckles, noticing Ember’s concern. “It’s like those pheromone collars for dogs where it helps them relax. When I wear it, it helps me enter pup headspace really nicely.”

“You don’t have to wear it,” Alek adds, “But you might feel a lot more embarrassed without it.”

“OK,” the wolf sighs, looking at the mitts trapped on his hands and the belts around his arms and legs. “In for a penny, I guess.”

Alek smiles and swaps out the collar. “That’s my good boy; enjoy yourself. You don’t need any of those pesky thoughts, just be a dog for a little while.”

Instantly, Ember feels an anti-anxiety effect take over. He still feels nervous and ignorant of what will happen, but now suddenly all the gear strapped to his body doesn’t seem so out of place. Once the new collar is on, his master picks up the muzzle and slots it over Ember’s snout, drawing the straps over his head and locking them to the collar in three discreet places. He checks his movement and finds the resistive chunk of leather immovably traps his jaws, and tightly so. He whimpers through his nose at the sensation of it, but then remembers that dogs don’t talk. So, he doesn’t have much need to open his mouth right now.

“Just be a dog,” Alek repeats, softer.

Ember shakes his head to try to correct his thoughts, noticing how little play the muzzle exhibits when he moves. It doesn’t seem like this should feel as appropriate as it does, but not even his unconscious mind allows him to dwell. Why would he need it to be any different? Who’s to say it would be any better? This feels right, so why fight it?

“Just be a dog,” Alek whispers, keeping his eyes locked on the wolf’s.

Quickly the acceptance becomes real as the floor under his legs, and his countenance permits silent approval to his Master. With it begets an urge for feral nature: to be down on all fours, the way that all dogs should be. But at the same time, he knows he shouldn’t perform any action he hasn’t been told to, and dogs must always do as they’re told.

“Dog,” Alek states more simply, smiling.”

The wolf’s thoughts conflict less and less as the sentience known as Ember starts to doze, letting a simpler control take lead. He still hears and understands all the same, but no longer feels like he should stand bipedal or speak words. As though these opinions were publicly known, the command comes at once, and he lowers to his hands and knees. The cushion of the mitts covering is unnatural, but comfortable and snug. The calf and thigh cuffs are strong, disallowing his legs to straighten at all.

“How are you doing, puppy?” His Master asks, petting his ears. “Huh?”

The wolf does his best to woof out of his nose, making what’s left of Ember blush. His tail sweeps high over the carpet, and his eyebrows turn up submissively. He pushes his face forward to bump his nose against his master’s cheek and the kiss is returned on his forehead. The white wolf he knows very well giggles above him and then crouches too. Immediately their hands grope around his back, sides and stomach, brushing through the fur with vehemency. He purrs softly, basking in the therapy to his senses; a pleasurable kindness he’d rarely experienced prior to his admittance here.

“I think your new pup likes his position, Master,” the bipedal wolf comments with a sly grin, scratching their claws lightly over his belly.

“Jealous?” His human replies, now much taller than he remembers.

“Maybe a little, but you know I’d prefer things a bit heavier.”

“I know. I didn’t want to overwhelm him on his first time being a dog.”

The house pet verbally huffs through the nose, wonder if he should bother trying to remember a time before he was a dog.

“Want me to get the dog bowls?”

“Yes please, Cal.”

The white wolf-man stands and walks out of the room, leaving the puppy wondering if he will ever return. It doesn’t matter though, he has his owner.

“You’re going to be my good boy, aren’t you?” Alek asks rhetorically, retrieving a thin leather leash. “But first I need to find a fitting name to such a handsome little man.”

He hums as he leans down to clip it onto the collar and gives it a gentle tug.

“Let’s go with Copper, to compliment those wonderful amber eyes of yours.”

The dog woofs again. He was certain he already had a name, but who is he to disbelieve his owner? Simply to know he has one now makes him very happy. He attempts to lick his Master’s face, but just ends up licking the inside of his muzzle.

“Oh, I almost forgot.”

Alek leads his dog to cupboards and pulls out a deep drawer. After a few seconds of rummaging, he produces a shiny black plug and a little bottle of lube. Copper huffs again and looks at it with nervous excitement, the memory of what it is being strong enough to remind him it is an item of pleasure. It is slicked by the liquid and carried around to his rear.

“I’d hate to have all of Voigt’s cum leak out after he worked so hard to leave it in so deep.”

The wolf-dog whimpers when the cold silicone touches his hole, sending a shiver up his spine. The aperture opens with little resistance to accommodate its width, finding it to be similar in size to a knot that recently visited. As the diameter at its widest stretches his entrance, he barks a pathetic yelp and it snaps inside. He pants gruffly and fidgets on his knees, feeling his cock start to thicken underneath. He revels in the fulfilling impression of a simulation knot trapped inside, preventing any possible leakage.

Settling in to its girth, his legs stop twitching and he looks up at his master with the most thankful expression his eyes can prove. His reward is another thorough fussing and plenty of praise. He finds very quickly, however, that when his tail wags, it subtly shifts the plug, which only adds to the pleasure it induces.

“My good dog,” Alek commends, before standing back upright. “Let’s go show the others, shall we?”

Copper hurries to stay at his Master’s side, ultimately feeling at peace with the idea of being seen like this, while not even realising he ever felt any differently. Under the spell of satisfaction, he embraces the dog within him, discarding all those troublesome emotions like concern and doubt. He plods along after his master with every twist of his hips causing the plug to writhe and torment his prostate. Despite all the time spent with the Machine and then his fellow housemates, his body still demands sexual attention; perhaps the serum still lingers within, or perhaps his new consciousness has forgot it ever happened.

The white wolf that disappeared earlier is waiting for them on the landing, holding two black bowls with white paw prints and bones painted along the edge. He smiles down at the dog as they pass and follows along behind towards the rec-room. Once inside, he puts both patterned dishes on the floor, one small and half-filled with water and the larger one left empty.

Copper is led over to the sofa. His Master takes a seat while is made to kneel upright at his side, feeling the plug stretch at his hole when he does this. A low whimper escapes his nose attracting the attention of all parties in the room. He feels a twinge of embarrassment afflict him, only to be disregarded by an unknown force. The shortest and widest of the wolves climbs off the bed and steps closer.

“This is Copper, my new pet,” his Master announces proudly.

“Is he friendly?” the brown wolf asks with a smirk.

Copper remembers this wolf as having less rights than his own for some reason, despite being much taller than himself. He narrows his eyes and growls, but that is quickly cut short when the lead is sharply yanked.

“Yes, he’s a very good boy,” his owner chuckles.

The familiar wolf drops down to his knees and starts petting the dog’s head. Copper can’t help but enjoy it, especially with the effects of the collar allowing Ember to be pushed deeper into a dream state. He forgets that this is awkward, and enjoys the simple pleasures that a scalp massage can provide. If not for the containment, his jaw would be slack and tongue lolled. When the hands are withdrawn he shakes his head and wags his tail in thanks. When the wolf stands up, Copper’s eyes dart to the redness protruding his groin and an urge to taste it makes him salivate.

“It’s a shame you have his muzzle bound, Master,” the chubby wolf complains with a grin, “I’d love to see how well trained he is.”

Still enjoying the tingling at the back of his head, the dog huffs a little, finding the words to be strangely impertinent. The cock is brought up close to his nose, forcing the scent upon him. He moans softly and presses his snout against the hot shaft.

“Perhaps after pizza, I’ll let you sample his mouth,” his owner suggests. “Why don’t you put some cartoons on? Something with dogs for him to enjoy.”

“Yes, Master.”

Copper’s attention is yoinked away when a bright rectangle on the wall flashes awake. Changing images of people and colourful animations flicker on and off the screen until the desired channel is found and left to run its course. He barely notices the white wolf making his way to the other half of the sofa and sitting beside his Master but when he looks around at everyone looking so content, Copper feels like he’s in a family household at the end of the day; sat appropriately by his owner’s side, waiting patiently to be fed like a good dog.

His tail swishes gently from side to side, experiencing a solitude he’s never known before; a calm to the mind only felt in deep sleep. He stops caring about others’ perception of him, he stops thinking negative things, he stops worrying he’s doing something wrong. Everything about what he’s doing, now feels perfectly right in this moment and he can find no reason why it should ever change.

He catches himself off guard trying to bark when the doorbell sounds, yet the muzzle once again prevents anything more than a sharp exhale. In a flash, the older grey wolf and the skinny white wolf are up and making their way out. He doesn’t know what’s happening but he thinks this is a good thing. When a hand on his head turns him to face his Master, he knows it is.

“Are you a hungry boy? Huh?” He asks in an inflected tone, trying to make his pet more excitable.

Copper woofs again and fidgets from hand to hand, the mitts whomping airily against the carpet. His tail vibrates frantically at all the extra attention to his head and neck fur, understanding enough that those words meant food was coming.

“Did you get a sixth pizza?” The white wolf asks upon his return, carrying three boxes.

The grey wolf walks in shortly after bearing the remaining three and putting them on the side-table by the wall.

“Yes, it was buy-one-get-one-free on all pizzas. So I just threw another margarita in there.”

“Ah, that explains that then. I’ve brought up a pair of scissors so I can cut Em- err … Copper’s up into smaller pieces.”

“Thank you, Cal. He’s a very excited puppy, so do that first and Voigt can hand out the rest.”

“Yes, Master.”

The dog sits as still as he can, poorly veiling his impatience, and despite the leather over his mouth, drool is seeping from the air-holes. He stares up at the tall wolf as his pizza is taken over to the coffee table and opened. Being so far away, he starts whining and tugging on the leash to get closer, but is firmly denied. All he can do is stand and observe as his delicious-looking meal is chopped into bite-size nuggets. After doing half of it, the wolf pours the greasy, doughy, cheesy pile into the dog bowl and stirs it around to mix up all the flavour.

“Wait, puppy,” his Master commands, keeping the leash taut.

The tall wolf smiles down at him and, in an act of cruelty, gently places the bowl of food just out of reach. Now the pizza boxes are all divvied out, a massive array of scents all mingle in the air and assault Copper’s sensitive nose while he’s left to ogle the pile of food in front of him; hearing the faint smacking of lips as the wolves have already begun tucking in. The steam pouring out of the bowl travels directly into his nose like in the cartoons that are still playing on the TV. He feels the buckle at the back of his head and the straps bound to the collar come undone. In an instant, the muzzle is pulled away and the lead is slacked.

“OK pup, just be careful of it being hot.”

Copper barks loudly and drops down to his elbows so he can slam his face into the bowl. A feral ferocity engages in his brain when it touches his lips, like ravaging a fresh kill, only far more domestic. He knows he’s being observed, he feels their eyes on him. But so what? Let them look. All they see is a good dog enjoying his meal. His jaws chomping and chewing at the meaty bread pieces, embracing an improvement of life without any worries or concerns. Only dog.

He discovers some difficulty when needing to hydrate and learning to lick up water. An instinctive trigger tells him that his tongue should be able to scoop up the water like a little spoon, but he ends up making a mess in the process. Still, he’s grateful to his master for the water. It’s the best water he’s ever had; and this food tastes so good knowing that his Master got it for him. Remembering that there is more left, he drives his head back into the larger bowl and continues his meal.

The playful sounds from the TV along with the idle chatter and soft laughter makes for a very warm and welcoming environment. Copper looks up, water and grease dripping from his jowls, seeing the screen dance with colours and cutesy characters, some in similar shapes to his own. He wags his tail when a happy dog bounds onto the screen and chases a cat. He hopes he catches the cat.

His muzzle returns to the bowl and picks up the last few chunks to chew up and gulp down greedily. Even the flavour puddles and crumbs at the bottom of the bowl get gobbled up in a few brushes of his eager tongue. Once certain there’s no food left, he goes back into the water and sloppily guzzles it all down.

“Did my good boy enjoy his meal?” Comes his master’s voice, and a hand at his head.

Copper woofs happily and wags his tail, bolting his body back upright onto the mitts and feeling very proud for emptying both bowls. He looks around the room at his kin, all looking right back with smiles on their faces. He pants, open-mouthed and barks again. It feels so good to get head pats. His Master’s hand is like no other’s; and with the extra praise of being called a good boy it’s enough to send him into a gleeful dizziness.

The other wolves giggle. He doesn’t look at them or attempt to figure out which one just spoke; he doesn’t care. All his focus is on his Master, as it should be.

“He got into it really quickly,” says the voice.

“Yeah, way faster than my first time,” comments another.

“No doubt his past trauma made it easier for him to escape reality for a while. I suppose it means he really does trust us.”

“If he even remembers who we are.”

A titter of laughter makes Copper woof again, which only seems to make his audience laugh more passionately. He likes hearing this noise. Seeing his Master happy is such a nice feeling.

“Do you still wanna try his muzzle, now he’s all dog-brained?” Master asks to one of the wolves.

“Oh fuck yes,” comes an ardent voice, as he clambers off the bed.

Copper finally breaks his gaze away from his owner and watches as the large werewolf lumbers over and stands in front of him, groping his sheath. Despite the savoury odour trapped in the fur around his lips, the biting musk of his dick pierces through like a hot knife through butter. He closes his mouth and looks at the sheath curiously as the red tip pokes its way out. He looks over to his Master for instruction who seems very excited for what’s happening, which starts up his tail again.

“Come here, puppy, open up,” commands the chubby wolf-man.

The dog turns back to the red shaft, remembering that they taste good. He leans forward and licks it, triggering a rush of sense-memories to flood his mind. The flame of lust ignites, inspiring him to lick it more and more as it grows longer and thicker. Soon enough, it is rigid and muskier still, now that nearly its full size has been released from the sheath. He opens his mouth as he knows he should do, and it is quickly slotted in.

“Mmm good boy,” the brown wolf moans.

Copper’s ears flatten as someone other than his Master gives him praise. Weirder still, from someone he feels should not be allowed in a dominant position. But yet, it still feels good, and the taste of smelly dick in his mouth is far too impactful to complain over. He slurps on it, lapping at the underside and swallowing the pre that leaks out. Even his own starts to respond, poking out of the sheath between his legs and causing little spasms around the plug still trapped in his hole.

“Cal, get the water bowl,” his Master says, which makes his eyes dart to the side to try and look at him, but the penis in his muzzle locks his face forward.

“Yes Master.”

The tall, white wolf wanders around the back of the brown one and collects the smallest of his bowls.

“Now fill it up.”

“Yes, Master,” the wolf replies obediently and turns towards the door.

“No no, fill it up there.”

The wolf slowly thrusting into his muzzle chuckles deeply, and he catches his water bowl being lowered to below the white wolf’s sheath.

“Y-yes, Master,” he says again, but with a more nervous tremor.

A minute passes with the dick in the dog’s muzzle being repeatedly thrust in and out And continually drooling pre onto his tongue. Eventually the white wolf speaks again.

“Sorry, Master, I went when I collected the bowls. I tried, but I can’t go again yet.”

“In that case,” the human says, “Hess, give my pet a drink. Into the bowl please, I don’t want a mess on my carpet.”

Copper feels the red meat pulled out of his muzzle and starts licking his lips, tasting cheese in the fur; a remnant of his recent meal. The white wolf kneels down and holds the bowl aloft as the fat wolf lets his heavy cock hang down over it.

“With pleasure, Master,” growls the chubby wolf and instantly releases a heavy stream of liquid into the small bowl.

Copper’s ears flatten as he realises what’s happening and looks over at his Master who’s still grinning. Motivated by his Master’s happiness he returns his gaze to the bowl, yet still he can’t help but feel a nervousness come over him. It incentivises him to know that his human is pleased, but he can’t help but turn his nose up at the acrid smell. The bowl is soon filled up to the halfway point and then gently placed back on the floor.

“Clean his cock, pup,” his owner instructs.

The dog doesn’t really know the words, but he understands their meaning so he woofs quietly and gets back to licking the brown wolf’s dick. He finds it to have a much more tart flavour now, but knowing this pleases his master he slurps on it until it’s clean. Even afterward, it lingers in his mouth, making him smack his tongue around when the fleshy shaft is pulled away.

“Good boy,” his Master praises, making his tail fire up again. “Now have yourself a nice drink.”

The dog droops his ears again and he glances at the human. Seeing how happy he is does well to motivate Copper, and after observing the pool of straw-yellow liquid he huffs an affirmation. Urged on by the knowledge of how much it will make his Master happy, he lowers to the elbows again and dips his muzzle low into the bowl until his lips hover above the surface. The heat of it warming the hairs on his chin.

Immediately, he starts scooping it up into his muzzle and swallowing what he catches. Drinking down the fresh urine per his owner’s orders, and only stopping when he starts feeling his stomach complain. He pulls up a little and pants over the surface of the water, watching the ripples expand away from his piss-breath. After a deep inhale, he pushes himself up to arm-height, dripping from the chin.

“Kiss him,” his Master barks at the brown wolf, and in an instant he is face level with the dog.

Their lips meet and the wolf pushes his tongue into the odorous muzzle, tasting his own pee. It licks around Copper’s lips too, cleaning the fur around and making sure not to let any get wasted or drop onto the carpet. The dog struggles to return the kiss, fighting memory with instinct as to how it should be performed, but the chubby wolf doesn’t seem to mind.

“Good boys, that’s enough,” his Master says, ending the slobbery embrace. “Cal, give me a tissue.”

The white wolf does so and the last of the spit and urine is wiped away from Copper’s muzzle. His Master then pats his knee and immediately he shuffles over to rest his head on the leg, with a good view of the TV.

“My good boy,” comes the praise again, which makes the dog very happy. “You did such a good job today, and I’m so proud of you.”

Copper growls lazily, feeling a great amount of joy and satisfaction for accomplishing his tasks. A hand returns to his head and also several more on his body which all start stroking his fur. The growls turn to howling whines of pleasure as he’s petted all over, and really made to feel like a good pet.

Everyone returns to their respective seats and they continue to watch the funny shapes make silly noises. Copper idly wags his tail and stares up at the dog who unfortunately didn’t catch the cat, but is now trying new methods. He hopes they work for him and so he too can make his Master happy. The hand on his head, stroking his fur, confirms that he did, as all good dogs should.