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When a man's mind was allowed to wander, it was rarely, if ever a surprise for it to turn to sex.

After all, the male mind subconsciously drifted toward sexual relations every nine seconds or so on average, and when a man was left to his devices, and had no agenda to stick to, there was a good chance his mind would wander right back into lust. Few things were as enticing as the climax of a romp gone well, and when someone had a preferred partner, it wasn't at all a surprise when that person dominated their thoughts, as well as their body.

Sitting at a desk and staring over a couple of pieces of paper, acting as though he were actually organizing them, Bones stroked a paw gently under his chin and gave the paperwork his full attention, at least, as much as he was able. Paperwork was boring, the lights were just a little too low, and Bones had plenty of other things on his mind.

"Looks like you're all fed up with work too, aren't you?" he asked, though he wasn't speaking directly to himself. Instead, he was gazing down to the seat of his chair, past the myriad of papers and to the crotch of his jeans. "I'm sure you've got things you'd much rather be doing, as well..."

Throbbing gently against the front of his jeans and trying to bounce and pulse free, Bones watched his cock with a silly sense of entertainment, ogling himself and timing up the pulse of his heart with the throbs of his member. It bounced with all of the strength that it had, but even as it tensed up fully, a rather uncomfortable sensation for Bones to say the least, it couldn't even hope to escape from the denim prison.

"Let's go take our minds off of this boring paperwork, shall we?" Bones said, still speaking to his own manhood as he scooted his chair back across the floor with the obnoxious scrape of wood on stone. He kicked up to his footpaws, planted them firmly on the floor and walked into a small, open doorway to the left, kicking on a couple light switches as he headed down into the basement of the building.

It wouldn't have been anything out of the ordinary, as far as basements were concerned, if not for a few things. The floor was a dirty, dark slab of concrete, the light of day couldn't penetrate the thick, protective walls, and the air was filled with a dingy musk that seemed impossible to cover up. Those who lived in basements would be entirely used to such surroundings, but for those who preferred life above the surface, it was a lot to adjust to, and that was something that Atris had learned all too well over the past few days.

Unable to wipe the smirk from his muzzle as Bones descended the stairs, he already knew that Atris would be looking in his direction, and he didn't even remotely hesitate to cast that devious grin upon the bound creature. He was the unusual thing about the basement, proving it to be more of a dungeon than a basement, after all. Upon the wall that Atris knelt in front of, chains dangled and shackles hung, sticking out from the dark, black masonry like the bondage of hell, waiting to swallow the poor wolf down into the underworld so that his suffering could be completed. His eyes, while looking to Bones, were still vague and distant, as if his ears could guide him to the noise, but his pupils still couldn't capture an image.

His knees ached terribly, and his body shuddered with exhaustion from being held down for so long, but there wasn't anything that his body could to do break free from it. The burning sensations that would normally tell a mortal man to change his position seemed lost in translation, and though the effect was wearing off, Bones was pleased to see that Atris was still under the spell, at least, for the moment.

"Seems you really are quite susceptible to my wiles, aren't you, Atty?" Bones asked, taking his time and walking slowly, perhaps even carefully down the spiraling staircase and into the dungeon. "You haven't budged an inch..." he continued, as he made it to the floor and approached Atris, rather pleased to see that the wolf wasn't moving. "And it looks as though the plug is still perfectly in place."

Purely of the mind games that were being played, Atris never once let the tired muscles of the base of his tail relax. They'd been lifted for an unknown amount of time, but his body was screaming at his mind to take control and fight physical exhaustion as Bones came to stand next to the hypnotized wolf. Just as he'd said, the plug was still deeply and firmly planted in Atris' ass, and just the thought of pulling it free left Atris panting with an exhaustion he didn't fully comprehend.

His body stiffened up and arched into the gentle stroke of a powerful, and yet, entirely delicate paw sliding down and across the path of his spine. "Seems like the spell could be wearing off. We simply can't have that," Bones muttered, gazing down at Atris without a hint of remorse for his actions. He could see that the wolf was starting to wobble, and without hesitation, he grabbed the shackles from the wall and strapped them back into place, yanking Atris' paws behind his back and clasping them together in the thick, hefty chains. There was hardly enough slack for Atris to move in such a state, and that was just what Bones wanted, as he came to lean down over the ear of the kneeling wolf.

"Ready for round four, my slutty little pup?"

Atris was just starting to come back around when he felt his arms being yanked back and away from his body with a merciless strength. In his dazed state, he couldn't have hoped to fight it, and once he was shackled again, his fate was sealed, no matter what answer he decided to give Bones.

That didn't mean he was just going to roll over and take whatever his next punishment might be, however. "N-no...I won't..."

The grunt was little more than a drugged, confused statement, to the point that Atris wasn't entirely sure what he'd said himself, but it was a protest nonetheless, and one that Bones would have to punish. "I'm sorry...that was a rhetorical question," Bones explained, as he took a firm grip of the wolf, holding him by the scruff of his neck, right above the bright, cyan pattern of fur that fell just short of his shoulders. "Round four is starting whether you're ready or not, Atty."

"You...y-you can't just make me," Atris tried to argue, though his words were weak, and his will, just as much as so as the burning sensation across his exhausted muscles started to take hold of his determination. He had no way to resist the build up of lactic acid across tired tendons and muscle fibers, and as terrible as the pain was, hypnosis sounded like a much easier out, at the moment.

Still, Atris did his best to remain steadfast, even as Bones bent over at the hip and glared down into the dulled, orange and yellow irises of his captive. "I can do whatever I want, Atty. Seems that you still haven't figured that out," he murmured, letting his disappointment drip through his words. "That's okay. You just need a little more assistance from me, obviously."

Atris could feel his pupils shrinking in fear as he tried just once, entirely in vain, to break away from the chains that bound him to the wall. It was a weak and lacking display, and Bones couldn't help chuckling as Atris flattened his ears and looked up in pleading. "Don't...please don't, Bones... not again!"

Eyes of cold, calculating and captivating blue wouldn't let Atris look away, and already, the kneeling wolf knew that his time was up. Even if he had the will to resist the hypnosis, his mind couldn't hope to focus with the overwhelming pain of his exhausted body weighing on his thoughts, and already, he could feel his will being ripped away from his soul again, as if he were literally being yanked out of his own body to watch a sick, twisted show of someone abusing it.

"You've never been able to escape these eyes, Atty," Bones taunted him, knowing that he already had the wolf under his control, without having to go much further. "The moment you gaze into them, you become mine to control...mine to manipulate into whatever I want."

There were no words of protest from Atris, and in fact, no words at all from the kneeling wolf, as the shorts tufts of his cyan headfur fell down into the path of his gaze. There was only a submissive nod, one that assured Bones that he was in full control.

"Good boy," he whispered, offering the only kind of praise that Atris could hope for. "Seems to me you've had that plug stuffed inside of you for an awfully long time, Atty. Perhaps we should take it out and give you a little break?"

The dizzying effect of the hypnosis was still taking a toll on Atris as his muscles relaxed once again, but he was still able to nod weakly, his tail lifting just a little bit higher at the mention of the plug. "Whatever my master desires," he replied, his voice low, weak and distant, as if he were repeating trained words from a teleprompter. His freedom to think for himself was already gone, replaced with a drive to do nothing more than satisfy whatever demands Bones could think of. In as much, it wasn't a kind gesture for Bones to offer to remove the plug; Atris couldn't properly appreciate it, in his current state.

"Master, hm? I do like the sound of that," Bones muttered to himself, stroking his chin in thought once again, as his mind browsed through all of the different titles that he could force Atris to bestow upon him. "But we're not here to worry about honorifics, Atty. We're here for a much more important purpose," he reminded the hypnotized wolf. "We've got the get that plug out of you, and replace it with something a little more enjoyable."

Nodding before he heard the end of the statement, Atris flattened his ears back against his head, his physical form showing off just how entirely mentally dominated he was. "Just what would my master replace it with?" he asked, a genuine curiosity in his eyes, even if he wasn't necessarily feeling such.

The same paw that was gripping the scruff of Atris' neck finally relaxed, and Bones walked around to the back of the bound wolf, stroking a paw of pawtips down the length of his spine, until he was hunched over the white canine. His paw came to rest once again when it reached the base of his Atris' tail, and he was impressed to see that the hypnosis never let his tail drop even an inch."I'm sure that you can think of just as many things as I could, but I know we're both thinking about one in particular," Bones suggested. It was the deeper effects of the hypnosis, and the way that he'd planted ideas in the mind of Atris long beforehand that made him so confident, and he had every right to feel such. "Tell me, would my poor little Atty like to have a thick, collie cock stuffing his ass, instead?"

Such words would be more than enough to make a prostitute blush, and under the soft, snowy white fur of his cheeks, Atris was clearly flushed. He was no whore, at least, not in reality, but Bones was happy to use such a title with him while he was under the mental spell, and as deeply controlled as he was, Atris actually seemed to enjoy it. "Would my master honor me with his cock?" Atris asked, plain and blunt as the words could be. He made it clear that he wanted to be speared upon it, but in his submissive state, he still asked for permission, even with the idea already out in the open.

Wriggling thighs and an eager backside were clear to Bones, who looked down and under the tail of Atris. He took a grip of the knob that stuck out from the full, thick anal plug and gave it a curious tug, seeing just how much Atris would respond as a result. When the wolf only let out a tiny, mild grunt, Bones grinned and gave a firm yank, leaving Atris to yelp quietly as the sudden shift of the toy within his clenching walls. "I would do a lot of things to you, Atty. I've got you here as long as I want, after all...this is just the tip of the iceberg, really," he confirmed, as he continued to pull the toy free with a painfully slow pace, watching as inch after inch of the lewd material appeared again, soaking in rippled layers of discarded lubricants.

Atris glanced back over his shoulder to watch the toy escape from his body, and Bones glanced between the toy and his captive as he finally pulled it all the way free. Thin, desperate strands of lube still hung between the tip of the plug and Atris' stretched, gaping ass as the toy was tossed away carelessly, and there was just a hint of a pout in the submissive wolf as his body was left without anything in it. "I t-thought master..." he paused, sucking in a breath from the polar opposite of his fullness, "M-master was going to fill me up!"

"Pouting isn't going to get you anywhere," Bones assured him, "And if you do too much of it, I'll just go back upstairs and take care of my cock myself." His threat wasn't empty, and just to prove a point, he stood upright and took a step back, leaving Atris to widen his eyes in disappointment. It looked as though Bones might actually go back up the spiral staircase and to his study, but he paused just in time to leave Atris with a glimmer of hope.

It was, however, hope misplaced.

"It would seem you're simply drunk with arousal," Bones continued verbally assaulting the wolf, all as a build up to the physical aspect, yet to come. "Far as I can tell, I didn't even really hypnotize you...you just finally accepted how badly you want me to take you. I suppose it would be wrong of your master to leave you hanging much longer."

Whether that statement was literal or figurative was suddenly up in the air as Bones grabbed the handle of a small crank on the wall and started to turn it. The chains on the wall were in an adjustable track, and as Bones turned the crank, Atris was finally lifted from his knees in a physical relaxation that was bliss for his body, but the post that he ended up in was no better than before. The moment the very tip of his footpaws could reach the ground, the lift stopped, and Atris was left to hunch over, thanks to the slack of the chains from the wall. He couldn't make it to a fully upright pose, trapping his body in a forward lean.

It was only then that he realized what Bones was up to, and in his pure hypnosis, he could only wait and watch as the red collie exposed his cream underbelly, tearing the tight, fishnet tank top away from his torso.

"W-what...what is this, master?"

"Most people call it teasing," Bones replied, as he stepped under the chains and came to stand behind poor Atris, who couldn't have moved, even if he wasn't under a spell. "But I suppose you can call it whatever you want."

Bones didn't care much for the mess that was being made on the front of his jeans as he pumped his hips forward. He didn't mind the way the spilled lubricants soaked into the denim and threatened to stain his boxers as he lined his bulge up perfectly with the slowly shrinking gape of Atris' tailhole and pressed against it, giving his trapped pet just the smallest of samples of what kind of delights were to come.

"J-just how much l-longer can you keep this up?" Atris asked, looking back over his shoulder just in time to see Bones gripping the base of his tail and giving it a firm squeeze. A forceful yank came thereafter, and Atris yelped in both mild discomfort, and inexplicable pleasure as the grind continued.

Bones didn't have to answer, but he knew that his words could add another layer of despair to the poor, trapped wolf, and that idea alone enticed him too much to resist. "I could literally do this all day, if I really wanted," the collie explained, able to see the gaping entrance of his slave trying to encompass the full, wide bulge of his cock through his jeans. Naturally, it couldn't quite fit, but the tease of having something, anything inside of him left Atris to buck his hips gently against Bones, wishing and hoping that the teasing would soon come to an end.

"Master w-wouldn't do that to me, would he?" Atris wondered aloud, gasping quietly each and every time that he felt Bones pressing the tip of his covered length against his tailhole. The firm, brutal yanks on the base of his tail with each and every press left Atris feeling that he might buckle over, but his footpaws wouldn't let him fall, for reasons that he still couldn't comprehend. His mind was still lost to the impressive hypnosis that Bones left upon him, and his body had no choice but to comply, all while showing just how much the mortal flesh could possibly want to be mated with.

Of course, Bones didn't have to answer that question, either, and the only reason he contemplated it was the entirely sorry and pitiful look in the pits of Atris' eyes as he glanced back over his shoulder. The very tip of his tail flickered back and forth in an excitement that might not ever be realized, and his entire body trembled with a need that Bones could answer...or not. He held all of the cards just as tightly as he held the tail of the trapped canine, and with one more firm, painful yank, enough to draw a whimpering howl from Atris, Bones finally decided to move things a step further.

Atris felt his lips growing into a wide, excited smile as Bones finally released his tail, seeing the collie take a step back to work on his jeans...but he only unbuttoned them and unzipped the front, allowing his thin, silky boxers to show through, but not exposing his manhood whatsoever. "Master, what...what is the meaning of this?"

"You haven't_nearly_ earned penetration yet," Bones explained, as he stepped in close again and started to grind that much harder against his pet, his hips moving in more of a thrust than a roll. He took a grip of the leash that rested upon Atris' back, having gone unused for so long that the wolf actually forgot it was there, and curled the slack around the inside of his paw until Atris felt his head being tugged back. "You didn't once beg for it, and you certainly haven't acted like a pet...I'm starting to wonder if you want me to fuck you at all!"

Putting the onus of the sexual exploits on Atris was just one more way that Bones could torment him, but much to the delight of the collie, when the wolf was hypnotized, he answered everything rather faithfully. "I can...I can beg for my master," Atris offered, able to feel the very tip of Bones' length starting to penetrate the small gape of his tailhole, now that only boxers inhibited it, but still, it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy either one of them, and Bones could hold back any time that he wanted, even as pleasure began to build in his groin, and his length was free to grow to full length.

"I don't know if begging will be e-enough," Bones grunted, able to feel his first real, physical pleasure since he'd arrived. The tight, gripping warmth of the wolf in front of him was so enticing that Bones was nearly tormenting himself to hold out this long, but he wanted to get his point across, and he was sure that he had, when Atris whimpered in front of him. "If I wanted to, I could just keep the head resting inside of you like this," he reminded the bound wolf, halting his hips for just a moment, more than long enough to draw a pathetic whimper from Atris. "You can show your appreciation for me in much more than whimpers, if you get the chance."

"You'd have to release me for that," Atris reminded his captor, wiggling his backside gently to try and encourage Bones to so much as grind against him again. "And I don't know if my master is quite that generous."

Bones snickered, letting his paws drag down the whole of Atris' back. His claws ruffled up the fur as they traveled, smoothing over the interesting and captivating markings of bright teal that decorated the otherwise pristine, white fur. One paw still held the lead of the leash, making sure that Atris could feel the none-too-gentle, constant tug upon it, while the other finally came to rest just beneath the lifted fur of the wolf's tail. "I'm not even nearly that nice, no," he admitted, as his hips bucked forward in a sudden, harsh prod. Atris whimpered quietly and bit down on his lower lip as Bones lifted the paw, letting it hover over the nude, exposed cheeks of Atris' rump, just teasing him with the possibility of a strike at any time that he desired. "But I'll give you one last chance to beg for your master to give you what you need..."

Hypnotized or not, Atris knew that his was his only chance to get Bones to give him everything he had, and he looked back with a wincing eye, trying to capture the gaze of the torturous collie and appeal to whatever sympathy he might have within. "Master...n-nothing would pleasure me more than to pleasure you...let me take all that you have...let me milk it right out of you!"

"That's the way you beg for a fuck...looks like these weeks haven't been a total waste, after all," Bones suggested, as his paw came down with a fierce, punishing SMACK upon the backside of his subordinate. "If you really think that you've earned it, Atty, I'll happily bury a bone in your back yard, once again."

For how long the build up was, Atris felt like the relief that came in verbal form was little more than a blur, and his ears barely had a chance to register the sound of fabric slapping against fur as Bones pulled his boxers down and allowed his sack to hang forth and dangle over the waistband. Just above the enticing, tasty looking orbs, Atris widened his eyes at the thick, vein-riddled sight of an erection that was kept hidden for far too long. The eventual release was gratifying to the point that Bones let out a long, heavy sigh of relief as his cock began to throb to life, the blood able to flow freely through every inch of it. Shameless in his ogling, Atris licked his lips and watched as the full length came to a stiff, rigid erection and finally, the uncovered tip rested against his waiting tailhole, simply daring Atris to move his hips back and try to take the length.

Hypnosis was a terrible mistress, and as much as the last vestiges of Atris' consciousness wanted him to throw his hips back in wild abandon and take the cock he'd been denied for so long, he could only watch, waiting in dreadful anticipation of Bones' decision to take him or not.

After so much teasing, no man could possibly hold out, however, and Atris nearly climaxed on contact as the heated, drooling tip of the canine cock pressed up against his still gaping pucker and began to slide inside of it.

"You just barely stayed open long enough for me...that way w-way too close," Bones said as he grunted in delight, wincing his eyes shut and releasing the leash so that both of his paws could get a full grip of Atris' rump. He squeezed it fiercely, digging his claws right into the flesh and pulling back, using Atris as his own personal sex toy, as opposed to actually thrusting into the controlled wolf. "But just f-fuckin' feel that! You're all nice and tight for me again, Atris...you think I don't feel your body squeezing around me?"

The pleasure that suddenly shot up through the core of Atris' very being was something even stronger than hypnosis could control, and though he still couldn't move his own body, his inner muscles clenched helplessly around the offending flesh, unconsciously trying to milk the seed right out of Bones as his cock barreled forward. It was a slow pace at first, to be sure, and Bones still held onto Atris, preferring to move his body around the invading member, rather than to pump it forward. He wanted to reinforce the fact that Atris was his plaything, both in word, and in action. "I...I can't h-help it!" Atris cried out, his head tilting back as he could hardly stand to watch the show without crying out in elation. "My master is just so fucking b-big and thick...it's tearing me apart!"

Bones released one of the full, tight grips of Atris' rump, only so that his paw could swat down again on the slightly red mark, adding a long, drawn out sting to the soreness that already radiated from it. "Tearing y-you apart, huh? Nah...now you're just trying to f-flatter me," he claimed, able to see right through the way that Atris was buttering him up. "I can feel you clenching...you're doing just fine, Atris! This tight little tailhole is ripe for the fucking..."

Such high praise would have been more than enough to leave Atris gasping for more, but the physical pleasure was far greater than the verbal, anymore. Every time Bones gave even the lightest of bumps with his hips, Atris could feel every inch of his cock filling up his well-trained walls, allowing the whole of his flesh to tease and smooth along his inner canal, falling just short of brushing his prostate and unlocking a whole new level of pleasure for him. No doubt, it was entirely by design, and Atris could see that same, wicked grin playing across Bones' muzzle, as if to confirm what he already knew.

"You're damned evil, m-master," Atris whimpered, having to bite down on his lower lip once again to keep his moans from perverting his every word. He could scarcely finish a thought without gasping, and though the strain on his arms was terrible, he could feel a slow trickle of precum starting to trail down the shaft of his own, exposed cock. Every bit as bright a shade of teal as the markings upon it body, it was a unique looking piece of flesh to say the least, and though Bones had admired it a couple of times before, he refused to give Atris the satisfaction of ever actually touching it. Having put the wolf through literal weeks of punishment, he was progressively building Atris up to a climax that wouldn't just be violent; it would be far more voluminous than his own. "P-please...don't tease me any longer. Stop h-holding back and fuck me, like you mean it!"

SMACK! A third, and easily most brutal spank came down upon the same spot, leaving it a fresh, glowing red the moment that the paw pulled away, but Bones wasn't nearly finished with the abused flesh, as he squeezed it tightly in his palm. Squealing at such a high pitch that he could only muster a pathetic whine, Atris lunged forward from the reeling strike, but the chains kept him right in place, and his knees almost knocked into each other as his paws struggled to keep his body upright. Tiny strands of drool began to spill from the corners of his muzzle as it hung open silently, reflecting the juxtaposition in his mind. His body couldn't decide whether to embrace the delicious pleasure that was taking over his nerves, or to focus on the pain that made him even just slightly aware that he was being controlled.

His mind couldn't decide, and his body couldn't handle it when, surprisingly, Bones gave into his demands despite the punishment, and lunged his hips forward harshly, slamming his body down against Atris backside with such a force that the chains actually strained against the wall. Atris widened his eyes and gasped aloud as he tried to adjust, but his legs could barely stand any longer as Bones broke into a rapid, punishing pace, gripping the wolf by the hips and working him over with all of the ferocity that he could muster.

"Gonna t-try to tell me what to do?" Bones asked, taunting the foolish decision as his balls slapped up against the back of Atris' own with each rapid thrust, heralded by a quiet, but entirely noticable pap pap pap as the collie tore into his pet. "You're just damn lucky I'm e-enjoying myself so fucking much!"

Once again, Atris was left without much of an excuse to offer, but his controlled mind was willing to try. "C-couldn't help it..." he groaned in a low, frustrated moan, knowing that his master still had one gear left that he wasn't sharing with him. Pent up as he was from all of the weeks of torture, just one little touch might have been enough to set him off, be it upon his drooling manhood, or the prostate that was still waiting to be teased, even once. "My master feels so f-fucking good, I need him to give me more!"

Shaking his head a little at the way his training had failed, Bones thought to give Atris another solid smack across the backside, but as his paw came free, the wolf was stunned that he didn't feel another strike. Instead, he felt pawtips walking around the curve of his hip and down the front of his thigh, coming to rest so close to the dripping manhood that precum began to pool and collect in Bones' palm.

"But you're in no nnf...hff... position to demand more!" Bones panted as his hips continued to slam into the chained wolf, filling the dungeon with the harsh, fleshy sound of their bodies coming together. The wolf wasn't the only one leaking, as his master drooled precum into the well-fucked, stretched tailhole of his pet, adding a little extra lubricant where it wasn't really needed...not that Atris would have complained about it. "I know y-you feel it...nnff...yes... you feel my paw r-right there, Atty. I could make you cum whenever I want..."

It was now a race for Bones, only against himself, to see if he could keep his orgasm at bay long enough to leave Atris pent up for just one more day. It seemed the hypnosis was working against him now, as he could feel such skillful, internal milking from Atris that his body couldn't resist the tingling sensation that crawled up into his torso, radiating from his crotch, but he wasn't willing to pull out of the wolf, either. He was sure to make a mess of the chained canine, and his own determination would be his downfall, as a knowing smirk began to spread across the lips of the hypnotized wolf.

"My master...c-can't handle much more, can he?"

Bones could do a lot of things in the heat of the moment, and while he could stretch the truth, and the tailhole of his pet, it was tough for him to outright lie about something. His sack contracted and clenched around the soft, swollen orbs within, but he made sure that he wouldn't be cumming alone.

"Let's see how much you can take," Bones whispered rapidly, as his cock gripped the base of the slick, bright member above it and gave a few quick, desperate strokes. The thick, pulsing vein that bulged from the bottom of the teal cock immediately filled with warm, sticky cream, and Bones grinned as his own member did the same. In almost perfect unison, his cock began to erupt inside of the trapped wolf, filling his stretched tailhole with a rush of thick, sticky seed, and upon his paw, Bones could feel the trickling of excess cum spilling into his fur, but around the body of his pet, he could see something far more impressive.

It seemed that Atris couldn't take even a moment more of it. "Master..._ooooh fuck, Master! _ I...I'm cumming, I'm fuckin' c-cumming! Yes!" Atris cried out, tiny spittles of drool flying from his tongue as he threw his head back in pure ecstasy. The build up of his cum was finally given a chance to release, and a full, thick stream erupted from the tip of his teal member, flying across the lithe, toned muscles of his own abdomen and streaking across the floor, leaving a trail ten feet long across the dark, dirty stones that he stood upon.

Bones was so impressed with the distance that he almost forgot his own chorus of moans, but he'd already given Atris such a treat that he wasn't sure he wanted the wolf to hear him moaning. "Nnngh, me too, Atty...I'm filling my slutty l-little pet with my cum!" he grunted, keeping his moans to a minimum and gritting his fangs as the last of his seed poured from his body. He looked down and pulled back just slightly so he could enjoy the show of his cock throbbing within the once tight confines of Atris, now stretched to the point of gaping and leaking excess seed, allowing it to drip and drool down the underside of Bones' shaft, all the way back onto his sack. A small puddle began to form right between Atris thighs, one that Bones was already thinking about making him lick from the bricks, as Bones finally pulled all the way free from his pet, letting his cock rest, at least for the moment.

His paw came away from the exhausted, panting wolf, making sure to smear the seed that had spilled into his palm upon the hips of his prize, though he made sure to leave enough that he could sample it himself. A bit too tangy for my tastes...but perhaps I could get used to it, in small doses, Bones thought, swallowing down the tiny drop that he'd saved upon his tongue.

Atris was already trembling. His legs shook like the weak jelly that they felt to be, and finally, his footpaws slipped in the excess of seed that pooled around them, leaving him to literally hang from the chains, still wrapped around his wrists. If not for Bones being there being him to catch him, they might have twisted right out of their sockets.

"It's really a shame that you wore yourself out with that orgasm," Bones whispered, as he leaned in to lick and nibble at the back of one of Atris' flattened ears.

Still panting and gazing down at his own cock, shocked to see that some cum was still dripping from the tip and drooling to the floor, Atris just barely managed to glance back over his shoulder at his collie captor. "W-why...why is that, Master?"

"Because my conquest in Attyland has only just begun..."