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Randall heard the sound of hooves long before he saw the people coming down the corridor. He twitched his ears backwards against his head and tried to not shrink back as he rested his back against the cool wall and did his best to make himself look normal. Not that it actually worked, he knew that his hackles were bristling in reaction to the approach of his captors, there was nothing he could do about it. He had only seen them come through a handful of times, but they never answered his questions about how he had gotten here or what he had done to be kidnapped. They hadn't told him anything except that he should keep his nose clean and that the less trouble and fuss he caused, the better. He swallowed a bit as the heavy elk stepped into view and glanced into the cage with one brow raised a little bit. The same elk that he had seen when he had first woken up here.

He didn't quite know how he had been taken, the last real memory he had was of being at the bar after the game, he'd been celebrating with friends. He hadn't been drunk, not really, he'd been pleasantly buzzed and the next thing he knew he had woken up in the cell with the elk stripping his clothes off. He had immediately started to struggle, but that hadn't ended anything for him except a casual slap on the muzzle. He'd been forced to remain still as he'd been stripped naked and his clothes taken away, but he hadn't been molested or hurt. He'd been left in the cage, fed three times a day, but given little other attention as people came and went. Most of the ones in coats were prey animals, larger ones, elk and equines, even one bull, while the ones in cages were predator species as a matter of course. It wasn't legal, not in the least bit, but they didn't seem to care about that. The elk that looked at him certainly didn't appear guilty at all.

"This is the one, a bit wolfish for my tastes, but the client wanted one since they live in a colder climate." The elk spoke with an easy lilt. "Randall, at least that's what his ID said, but they rarely keep their names after sale."

"What do you want with me?" Randall sat up as the elk flipped through the clip board and the equine beside him gave a head toss.

"Not trained at all, that's not going to be that difficult to fix though, Paul." The pinto said with a little head toss, glancing into the cage. "We've got a buyer in line?"

"Oh yes, he's very interested. He wants basic training down, especially house training." The elk, Paul, responded easily and gave a tilt of his head. "I'll start him off on a basic exam, then we can continue on from there."

"You can't do this! I have rights!" He surged up onto his paws, advancing towards the cage door with his ears pinned down flat against her head. "You have to let me go!"

"Down, dog!" Paul snapped, tilting his head to one side with the ears flicking up on the broad head, perking up a little bit. "Mind your manners."

"What do you want with me?" He wrapped his paws around the bars tightly, squeezing down as he pressed himself forward, glaring at the pair of males watching him. "I didn't do anything, I've never even gotten a ticket!"

"Mmm pesky, it's always annoying when the dogs think they can speak like equals." The horse said, giving his head a shake. "Good luck, Paul, just don't let him get the drop on you. I hear they have a nasty bite."

"I don't bite!" Randall protested, flinching a bit as the elk hooked the clip board on the wall beside the cage, digging out a set of keys from his pocket, as well as something mesh with straps.

"Well, we'll have to be certain of that." Paul murmured, his eyes brightening as he reached out and caught a hand on the cage. "No one likes to visit the vet, hmm boy?"

The wolf stumbled backwards with his ears pinned down tight against his head while he realized that the thing he pulled out was a muzzle. It wasn't the sort the police used, it was thick padded material with mesh along the bottom so that it wasn't as heavy duty. He was taken aback, flinching a little bit with his ears splaying to either side. He didn't know what they had planned for him, or why the hell they were talking about a vet, but he did know that he wasn't about to make it easy on them. They had kidnapped him, they obviously had plans for him and those plans didn't bode well for him at all.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The struggle with the creature had been brief, Randall's attempt to rush past the elk had been stopped by a chain thrown over his neck. The choke collar had put a stop to his bolting attempts, making him gag as he had struggled to get his way free the cage and the leash had stopped him dead. It had all been very sly, he hadn't even seen the choke chain before it was too late and the elk had used it to drop him to his knees so the muzzle could be slipped over him with a neat pull. It was humiliating, inhumane, and the fact that he had been tricked without that much of a chance to defend himself only made it worse as he had been marched down the long hallway with a forceful grip on the leash to keep him in check, making sure any struggle would be instantly punished.

The building was larger than he thought, well put together and obviously had been in service for quite some time. It was disturbing to see the place had obviously been built to hold sentient creatures, the cages were lined up neatly and each one was the same. A few of them had other canines in it, even a few big cats, but they were all entirely nude. Some looked confused, some were angry, but most of them simply looked away and tried not to stare as he was marched down to a series of doors that filled up one side of a warehouse sized room. The twist on the collar kept him from jerking away as the elk easily opened one door and pushed him through, the hand firm on the small of his back so that he nearly stumbled over his own paws.

"Easy now, pup." Paul gave another shove, pushing him into a clean green walled room that had him nearly bolting. "At least you're a strong one, hmm? That's a boy, be good now."

"NNNF!!!!!" Randall swung around, his eyes darting at the steel counters wildly as the door was shut behind him. He tried to speak, but the canvas muzzle kept his mouth sealed shut as the door was locked.

"Not bad for a stray, reasonably clean looking, though I know how strays are. Likely fleas." Paul pulled the lash tight, moving his head to one side so that he was drawn towards the wall with a forceful drag.

He didn't like the way he was being handled, there was no way to get free as the leash was tied off quite close to the wall, pulling his head up so that his cheek was nearly placed against the mint-green paint. He tried to pull back again, jerking a little as the choker dragged along his neck and made him whine out, the wheezing sound bursting free while he twisted about to watch the elk moving around the room. He was absolutely confident, opening up a few of the cupboards while Randall moved his hand up to paw at the muzzle, fingering the strips with a yank that tried to drag it up and over his head, his breathing coming out a little raggedly while the elk began to draw things out of the cabinets.

He caught the edge of the muzzle straps and tried to pull them free, yanking a little bit, but his fingers only encountered a light steel lock that kept the thing in place. He let out a breathy whine, pulling backwards until the choke collar went stiff around his neck, trying to yank the straps up and over the back of his head, but it wouldn't go. It only tightened around his muzzle as he tried to find some leeway, pulling harder before there was the feel of a hand moving in a stroke along the length of his bare back, making him jump forward, struggling to break free. The fingers dug down, curling through the thick fur and then gave a light pat before the other hand moved to tug his muzzle around.

"You're going to hang yourself, now stay!" The last word was a firm command as the hold reached up to grab the nape of his neck and partially scruffed him. "Poor dumb animal, don't even know when someone is trying to help you."

Randall tried to say something, but his voice came out muffled, the sounds animalistic as he moved his jaws a few times and the hands began to move down along his body. The stroke ran over the edges, smoothing along the grey and silver fur that covered his body in an intimate stroke that made him tense up. His pattern wasn't that unusual for a wolf, the silver and greys mingled together to form a darker stretch just along his head behind his ears, but the oddity came further along his back and the cape like pattern of paler warmer grey coloration. The hand was traveling over it, tracing the darker edges with a light caress that ran towards the curve of one of his hips.

It wasn't a fondling, Paul was actually checking him while the fingers flexed and curled a little bit against his muscles. The hand on his scruff moved down and smoothed down his back, ignoring his protests as they trailed down along the length of his hips and down towards his legs. His ears darkened and he narrowed his eyes, trying to growl and curl his upper lip back, but it did very little to deter the elk. He didn't even know exactly what was wanted from him, but the male simply traced down each leg, lifting one up to bend it about smoothly. He tried to jerk away, but his leg was only pulled out and shifted, moved around in a small circle before being stretched out again, making him lean against the wall to keep his balance.

"Nicely athletic, not too bad.." His leg was dropped and the elk straightened up to grab the hanging chain of the choke collar. "We always have hard sales on the poorly conditioned dogs."

_I'm not a dog! _The very idea was humiliating as the wolf curled his lips back, his head turned away from the wall while the elk drew out a tool from one of his pockets.

The light flashed brightly as his head was tilted down and his eyes were peered into. Any hope of trying to close them lost as the thick hooved fingers kept his eye forcibly opened up so it could be looked at. His other was similarly treated, blinding him so that spots appeared, whatever it was Paul had looked at seemed to please him since the elk released his eyes and then peeled back one of his ears to look into it. The little yank tilted his head downwards while the light was used inside of his ear canal, which didn't hurt in the least, but it was degrading. He dropped his tail down while the fingers ruffled just behind his ear and released him with a pat that one might give any sort of dog.

The elk's hands peeled the muzzle off, unlocking it before he knew what was happening. It tugged free and popped off his muzzle, ruffling up his fur as he immediately opened his muzzle to protest, but the male only grabbed his chin and forced his jaws open. His tongue was forced out, one thick hoof tipped finger curled along the corner to make sure he couldn't shut his mouth again. He twisted his head, nearly choking himself as the elk looked down his maw curiously, studying down the length of his throat as he choked and twisted his tongue about angrily before he was released and able to shut his maw again. His cheek was hot and flaring red beneath his fur, glaring at his tormentor in affront as the elk turned away.

"You can stop this, you know! I won't tell anyone, not a soul! LISTEN TO ME!" He snapped, bristling as Paul drew something from his pocket, ignoring him purposefully. "I know you can hear me!"

He tried to come up with a threat that would get him free, there had to be something that could be done, but as he watched the man draw out a set of syringes and small glass vials from his pocket. He stiffened and put his ears flat back to his head in unhappiness as he watched the man tip the bottles back and begin to draw the strange milky liquid out of one bottle and into the syringe. He was no stranger to shots, he had grown up getting them, but seeing a stranger who had seemed to have no remorse about kidnapping him drawing up the unknown fluid made him jerk and struggle. He reached up and began to yank against the leash, trying to undo the thick knot wildly as every draw back turned his breath into wheezing gasps, struggling to get a full one out.

Out of the corner of his eyes he could see that another syringe was being loaded, this one a pinkish fluid. He had no idea what was being filled, it could have been anything. He jerked backwards again, this time hard enough that the choker jerked down and pinched his skin before he leaned forward to try and jar the leash free. The knot started to loosen while he worked it, giving him hope while he looped his fingers under the leather. He stopped paying attention to the elk, his entire focus was on the fact he had to get free. There could be more sedative in those syringes, a disease or even something worse. He was starting to free the leash up when the larger elk moved in and pinned him tight against the wall.

"Ah-ah, bad dog!" The words were chiding, mocking as he was pushed up tight, his naked body meshed against the cold wall. "We can't have you unvaccinated, who knows what you'd catch. Now easy, easy boy, that's right... this will pinch just a little.."

Randall let out a snarl before he felt a stab right against his hip. There was no sterile gauze or rubbing, it was just suddenly there and he jerked slightly with a yelp that he couldn't control before the syringe was pulled away. The next one was just as quick, the sharp stab made him flinch, but he withheld the urge to yelp. The pain really was nothing at all, but it was distressing to have no control over his life. He couldn't even squirm free as the elk let out a laugh and moved an arm right against the center of his back before moving away. The movement letting him have some freedom as he panted and kept his ears down tight to his head.

"There we go, that wasn't bad at all, was it?" Paul murmured, and the wolf gave his head a shake as he stepped backwards with a swaying step.

The world was blurring around the edges as his entire body felt heavy and weighed down, his arms and legs refusing to move as quickly as he wanted them too. He tried to shake off the sensation, giving a few rough and wild shakes, but he only stumbled to one side and nearly fell. The leash was being undone and he blinked his eyes slowly, the world echoing as he splayed his legs just to remain standing and felt his lips parting open. It was too hard to hold his muzzle shut and his tongue in. He felt slow and dumb as whatever had been pumped into began to take effect. There was no struggle or snarl as the leash was pulled and he was made to step forward, but his legs were shaking and he lurched to one side, nearly falling over in the process. He whined out, the high pitched keen echoing in his ears while his captor pushed him backwards, forcing him back up against a metal table.

Paul said something, but the words were all slurred together and he couldn't make his mind work enough to understand what was happening. He began to slide his eyes shut, his body sinking down to one side while the male's hands firmly shifted him, forcing his legs up and onto the cold metal surface of the exam table. His humiliation was sliding away, he couldn't get his emotions to work the way he knew they should while the man stroked lightly along his chest. The fur was being ruffled up slightly as he leaned backwards and his head sagged to one side, his ears not even twitching when the elk began to talk again. He could understand some of the words, but it didn't seem to matter so much what they meant.

"....count and that's a good boy... Just a pinch... oh easy there..." The elk spoke as a sharp jab hit his neck and he jerked at a spike of real pain. "...microchip ID 2234..."

_A microchip? _ He thought and blinked, lifting his head upwards, but it was so terribly heavy and the world went dark as he felt the hands moving him again.

It was too hard to keep track of what was happening to him, the drug was coursing through him and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't shake it off as the hands touched him. He didn't understand what was happening at first, it was just a few rubs below the belt and he was too out of it to figure out where they were. He just knew he was being touched and it wasn't entirely unpleasant as he was breathing with shorter pants, his tongue hanging down while the fingers drifted and he felt a flex that wrapped around his sheath with a little bit of a stroke that pushed up and down with a little bit of pressure. The slide and pushing down against the pouch so that he shifted a little bit, swaying back and forth. That was wrong, he opened his eyes, it took so much effort to manage while it was stroked downwards.

It felt good, that was the problem, he couldn't quite make himself work as he felt the stroke and slide that moved the sheath downwards further towards the base. The pressure was light and gentle, just enough that he felt the slip that pulled down towards the base with a drag that exposed the tip of his cock. Something wet was poured onto him and he squirmed, but it was ineffectual, barely stirring his entire body as the sheath was nudged further down. It was pulled down to expose his dark red shaft while fingers curled along the wet lubricant that had been poured over him. He didn't want it to feel good, he didn't want it to feel pleasant, but he was too lost in the moment to think straight. The drug didn't let him work properly as he felt the stroke running down along his length with a little squeeze.

His cock twitched and began to fill out, he felt the reaction as the pleasant strokes worked along him lightly. It was so lovely feeling, the haze of being barely conscious worked against him while he tilted his head to one side and whined out shallowly. The fingers flexed around him and he humped upwards automatically into the touch. It wasn't much of a thrust, his muscles weren't working right as the fingers squeezed around his tip lightly. They rubbed him, lightly caressing while he looked down to see the elk's hand was covered in a rubber glove. It didn't make it feel any less invasive as his cock was soon flopping out against his chest, his breathing came in little pants and whines as the world darkened over the edges.

He lost consciousness, not entirely, but just enough that the only thing he was aware of was the way the fingers toyed over him constantly. The slide worked around the base, squeezing him firmly and giving a little caress that caused him to hunch upwards. His cock twitched, spitting out a spill of precum that ran along the underside of his glans and rushed downwards with a messy dribble. It trailed down towards his base, sliding along the knot before the fingers gathered it and rubbed it over him. The mess was coating him in thick syrupy strands while he let out another little guttural noise in his throat, and felt himself warming into the touch despite his best efforts. The other hand moved down to stroke along his balls, caressing them as the man said something. The sound didn't make sense at all while the next pump down clutched his knot.

He couldn't stop himself, the drugs didn't work well enough to stop him from starting to swell larger, his knot bulging the hand open that grabbed him and gave another squeeze. He panted and writhed a little, the movements barely more than a wriggle while the fingers clenched around his knot and increased the pressure. He was dimly aware that something was slipped over the tip of his cock, but he wasn't quite paying attention to that when the hand was rubbing faster. It was short jerking pumps, no real finesse or attempt at romance, it was mechanical, but it still made his body run out of control as his balls began to tense up.

The fingers flexed around his knot, giving a playful little flex and tease, squeezing down with a stroke upwards before there was a sudden twitch that ran through him. The pleasure rippled over his body, he couldn't even control his throat as he whined and groaned out, his knot filling out further and further. The hands were forced to spread open, the fingers clutching him with a pump and squeeze that made him hunch upwards in half a thrust before shuddering to a stop. His balls began to work and twitch, spitting up wads of cum into whatever had been slid over his cock tip. He was shuddering and arching himself, a little squirm and push upwards while his jaws moved slightly, the little flexes with mindless animalistic noises as rope after rope spilled out of his tip, milked by the pumping hand. He couldn't even feel real shame as the drug kept his mind slowed down, he was only given pleasure he would feel shame about later.

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"Get him held down, now, use the straps if you have too!" Paul's voice was a commanding bark while he was forced down on the cold metal table, his legs hanging over the edge and dangling in the air as he twisted. "Easy, boy, easy, no use getting worked up, hmm?"

The fingers ruffled his ears, the voice was a croon that was used for pets, just an added sting to his pride as he tried to get forward while the assistant yanked and pulled heavy leather straps over his body. He couldn't do more than twist to one side, jerking about as his leash was tied off to make sure his neck was stretched forward. His ears pinned down tight to his head, panting shallowly while he felt his legs being pushed open wider to straddle the table. He couldn't get any real purchase, but that had become normal with their treatment of him. They were disturbingly adept at making sure he was as helpless as a dog, unable to do more than wriggle about and kick his legs uselessly around.

They had come for him in the early morning, with the collar and muzzle just as they always did, making sure that he was locked tight before taking him out of the cage and brought to the vet room. He was still sore where he'd been microchipped, but he hadn't been hurt, not really, he was just starting to understand that they were treating him like a feral animal. Like a pet. They didn't talk to him, they talked over him or about him, they never indicated that he could even understand a portion of what they were saying. They spoke often of sale prices, of training, of things he didn't understand as he frequently watched other victims being brought to and from their cages, all of it frightening him as he tried to understand what it meant.

"Squirrely pup!" The assistant jerked the restraints down tighter and grabbed the base of his tail. "He's certainly strong enough."

"Too spirited." Paul said, reaching down and gave his haunch a light smack. "He's going to get scheduled for neutering, I think the buyer prefers a more submissive male."

"MMMMF!!!!!???" Randall jerked up as he tried to say something, his eyes bulging as his tail was forcibly lifted up in the air.

"Don't think he likes that!" The assistant laughed and pulled the tail up high, snapping down the restraint that kept his ass exposed.

"Easy, fella, you'll probably love it. Less conflict without them I'm told. You dogs think with your dicks far too much." Paul answered, reaching down so that the thick fingers curled just beneath his tail.

Randall let out a short yelping cry of shock as he felt the stroke that ran just under the base of his tail, tracing down so that he was jerking forward when the finger brushed right up against his pink pucker. He tried to throw his weight to one side, rolling against the table, but the hold of the restraints on his body made sure that he couldn't break his way free. He let out a short series of whines, his ears splayed to either side while the finger pressed along his pucker lightly, rubbing about with a light stroke back and forth that made him kick his legs out, but the elk didn't let up. He traced in circles, running around the line of his pucker before moving away briefly.

When the touch returned there was a wet noise and something cold trickled right down along his bare skin. He tried to squirm away, hunching his back up, but the fingers started to push a bit firmly right up against the pucker. The little press and curl of the touch partially spread open his pucker with a press forward that had him writhing about. The feel of it stroked inwards, not far, but just enough to spread his anal ring and curl so that the lubricant was pushed into his narrow passage. He clenched down immediately, letting out a ragged little growl under his breath while he squirmed in place at the way it pushed forward with a little slide that pumped in and out. It was making room inside of him as his muscles clenched and flexed, the movements only making it worse as he hunched his back upwards.

The finger drew backwards slowly, his pucker glistening with lubricant while he tensed himself up and tried to twist his head around to look behind him. The feel of the fingers moved to pin his tail down securely while the assistant tickled behind his ears. The strokes were like what anyone would do to comfort an animal, but he was growing used to the way that they were constantly touching him that way. He was squirming under the feel of wetness on his pucker, the trail down towards the back of his balls before there was a little stroke against him. There was a movement that made him try to strain to one side, twisting his head to one side harder to try and see what was going on behind him.

"We'll start small, tight little pup, we don't want him breaking." The elk spoke confidently before the hand moved to cup against the curve of his ass with a firm squeeze. "Isn't that right?"

Whatever Randall might have said in answer, or even tried to say, was turned into a grunting yelp of shock when something pushed right up against his pucker. It was smooth and cool feeling, not at all like a finger as it dug in firmly against his lubricated opening. The wet slickness coated round the tip of the toy that began to push forward with a forceful stretch that spread the anal ring wider, the toy starting to make him squirm. It felt strange, the tapered tip began to spread open to push the taut ring downwards over it. It didn't hurt at first, just an ache of being stretched open as his inner walls began to stretch and clamp down tightly. The inside of his body stretched open wider as his hips were being pushed upwards, his breathing came out in a short hitch as the girth became thicker by the moment.

The hand on his ass squeezed a little bit, flexing just enough to make sure that he wasn't going get away too far while the toy gave another push forward. The inside of his narrow passage was stretched wider, straining and gaping while the hips twisted and writhed in place. His breathing came out in short heavy bursts as the toy pushed forward and delved deeper inside of him. The stretch and strain worked to wedge open the narrow passage as small quivering contractions, trying to push it outwards as the elk only pushed forward. It was harder when he wasn't relaxed, making his muscles pry open to mold around the length as he gave a yelping cry. The walls were gaping wider, the taut pucker forming a ring that was pushed inwards in on itself, the lubricant being gathered along the line of the spire.

He couldn't do much, the movements he could make were short and jerky as the whined out under his breath and felt the toy drawing backwards. The smooth drag caressed through places that he didn't want touched, making him jerk in place, straining against the bonds. There was a strain that pulled up against the restraints while every breath puffed out raggedly, his eyes bulging when the plunge forward spread him open wider. The small spasms rocked through him while lubricant was poured down along the base of the toy, spilling over the edges while he let out a short shallow cry as the thickness spread him open wider. The hand on his ass flexed lightly, kneading against the plush fur as the thickness of the base wedged ever deeper inside of him.

"Easy now, that's a good boy, you'll figure it out." Paul murmured and gave another powerful thrust forward.

The plunge forced the tip deeper into his passage, spreading him wider as a thick bulge at the base began to stretch him open wider. The stroke had him arching his hips up, trying to relieve the pressure, but it only plunged forward deeper so that he was being stretched open wide. His walls swallowed and stretched around the thing, feeling the length turning slightly and caressing over places that sent an unwilling shudder over him. It didn't feel precisely good, but it wasn't terrible either. He was yelping out loudly, his body twisting against the restraints again before the shove drove home and he felt the paw pushing up against him. His pucker felt as if it were spread fist sized wide, twisting around a little bit before the toy was pulled backwards again.

The rippling strokes of his walls worked over the toy as it was slipped free with a stroke that made him twist and curve his hips slightly. The smooth stroke drew backwards nearly half the way out, wetly sliding free with the lubricant trailing in strands causing him to breathe out in short shuddering pants. His entire body was shuddering in place while the toy plunged inwards, sawing in and out of his body with a smooth stroke designed to tease through his passage. The strokes were sliding through him, the plunging force sinking in deep inside of his body, tugging and caressing over new places that made his body shudder and respond.

He snarled out, his muffled curses bursting out from the muzzle, incomprehensible to anyone as the next drag back was purposefully slow that pulled over him. The slow movements caressed lightly, the smooth movements tugged through his passage with a light little caress that made his stomach tighten. He began to feel his cock sliding free of his sheath, he couldn't control it while he balled his fingers together, digging his claws down against his palm. The next thrust worked through his passage, spreading him open wider, the tip delving so deep that he could barely breathe. He jerked his hips forward, the movement thrusting at nothing as more of his cock slipped forward out of its home.

The toy plunged inwards again, the forceful press making him yelp out louder before the slow draw backwards, the toy was being turned and twisted inside of his passage at just the right angle to make sure that he was squirming in place. His whimpering spilling out with a new note as the length of the toy dragged over a spot deep inside of him. The ache of being stretched began to fade, his body rapidly adjusting to the size of the toy that continually held his walls open wide so that he was clutching along it. The base was stroking with a plunge and push that caused him to whine out raggedly, his ears darkening to red as he felt his cock pushing right up against his belly.

The precum dribbled free messily, spilling out in hot strands that coated against the ground while he jerked his hips forward with a thrust. The movement jerked his cock back and forth, dancing right along the edges of his lower belly as the thickness of the base plunged into him. His walls were forced open wide, gaping the anal ring wide again as there was a purposeful stroke that pushed right along the rise of his prostate with a pressure that made his length twitch slightly. He heard a little laugh as the fingers slipped along the nape of his neck, stroking and rubbing back and forth.

"Aren't you an eager boy?" The assistant crooned at him, the sound mocking as the toy was pulled back out again.

He whined out, the shallow burst of sound making him shiver as his cock was soon thickening and rubbing along his stomach with each movement. He gritted his teeth, grunting out as the base stretched him wide each time, holding him open as he tried to flex around the length. His shoulders were tensed up, bunching up along his back before the next plunge forward drove all the way into him. The wetness coated along the toy, pushing through his passage with smooth caresses before the draw backwards again. His hips gave an automatic plunge forward and drag backwards, slipping the cock against his belly, matting his fur messily and coating against the metal of the table when he jerked forward.

Randall's body was flushed and warm, humiliated as the toy drew backwards again, feeling more aroused by the moment. He had no control over it, his body simply responded to the sensation of the toy working through him. He let out a series of yelps an grunts, hating how animalistic they sounded, but he couldn't put a stop to them as he shuddered in place. His hips gave a series of small jerks forward, his stomach twisting as he panted and felt another stream of precum welling up from his tip and then spilling out against his stomach. His girth slid pleasantly through his fur until he was trying to hump forward, the little movements plunging forward and drawing backwards. He couldn't think, his mind was being overthrown with a rush of pleasure and lust while he gave a series of plunges forward.

The toy drew backwards slowly, the caress that rushed through him with his walls closing down tightly. He tried to grab the length, pulling and squeezing with small squeezing plunges that pulled smoothly. The twitch of his cock send out another rush of precum against his stomach, splattering messily while he shuddered in place. The toy didn't draw out to the midway point, but kept drawing backwards, slipping past his anal ring with a caress that left him shaking. He twisted his head to one side, whining out as he lost the sensation with the relatively slender tip pulled backwards. He arched his hips upwards while the elk withdrew it entirely, leaving his anal ring gaping slightly as he splayed his ears to either side.

"There we go, that wasn't so bad for the first time." Paul gave his rump a light swat, making him jerk in place, growling a little bit. He hunched his back again, feeling his cock twitching against his underbelly, miserably unable to do anything about it. "Go ahead and put him back, keep his arms bound, he should start to get used to this sensation."

"Poor boy, you're just gonna have a hard night of it, aren't ya?" The attendant spoke with a laugh, reaching up to begin to undo the bindings. "Maybe next time you'll behave better, you should enjoy it before you end up neutered after all."

Even that strike of fear didn't stop the edge of lust rolling over him as his cock twitched in the air uselessly. He squirmed and tried to hump up against his stomach again while the elk began to clean up without a word. They didn't even glance at him as he was unbound, but his arms were drawn up behind his back. The throb of need remained in his belly, beating rapidly as he whined out again, the sound choking free as he was pulled upwards. His cock was jutting up plainly, humiliatingly erect and slick against his stomach as he was drawn out of the room. He didn't even know how much of what they were saying was going to be true, he just knew he had lost even more of his power, and his pride in a single swoop.

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"I hate you." Randall said flatly, knowing that the elk wouldn't respond as he was placed on the table again.

He was never given any answer when he spoke, none of the people that worked here said anything. He was given nothing except the talk that someone would say to any pet, small pats and ruffles on the head, the little murmuring words that he hated whenever he complained. They had stopped muzzling him, instead, they had advanced his training and begun to let him have the choice to obey them or not. The choke collar was always in use, he was made to walk on all fours, but it was his choice to move up onto the exam table when he was led there. He was forced to raise his own tail. He didn't want to, but it was better than the alternative he was given when he was taken out of his cage.

He had been given a choice, he could go on his own and be allowed to end each session with a bit of pleasure or he'd be bound up and forced to be violated until he was on the edge of orgasm and then it was torn away again. He had spent many days trying to disobey, trying to fight, but it became worse and worse by the moment as each time he was left wanting and needing. He had become nearly mad with it, until he had begun to simply accept what they were going to do. The toys became increasingly larger, each time glutting his passage so that it became easier to take the larger size. He didn't like it, but his body kept responding as he was played with expertly, they knew exactly how to make sure he was well and truly worked to the point of near madness.

The room wasn't the same as he kneeled down, the table had been lowered so that it was at waist height when he leaned over it. The cool feel of it sent a moment of arousal through him at half remembered times at being bent over like this. How many weeks had he been here? Too many, he knew it was at least three weeks, but he didn't know how much time he lost in his cell or the times he had been drugged. He squirmed a little bit while his arms were wrapped around the table and his ass was pulled up high in the air as the leash was tied off.

"Time for a play date, you've earned that finally! Come on, old son, lift that tail up now so I can get you ready." The elk spoke confidently and Randall only pinned his ears down tighter to his head. "A little last hurrah before the big day."

They treated him as if he were nothing more than dog, he was starting to accept that, but the way he spoke made him swallow as he was shuddering in place while his tail was tickled upwards. He put it to one side, squeezing his eyes shut, he didn't want to look behind him as the elk did the normal preparations. They were always the same, the lubricant would be worked on him and in him, the wetness coating and matting his fur messily as he twisted and gave a slight squirm in place at the cold trickle of it. He did his best to not flinch or whine out as the fingers tipped forward with a light stroke that dipped in deeper, holding his pucker open just a little bit wider, but this time was different.

There was a scent to the wetness being worked on him, sharp and strange, making him crinkle his nose a little bit and open his eyes as it was pushed along his pucker liberally. The lube was thicker and heavier, messily running along the inside as the scent made him sneeze and jerk a little bit. He edged his hips forward, but a hand moved to grab his tail base and gave a pull backwards. He was forced to lift his ass up higher as the scent began to make him faintly dizzy. The thick viscous dribbles ran down around the edges of his balls, slipping up higher as the finger tip curled and gave a slight plunge forward that worked into his walls. He clenched down naturally, tightening himself while he flattened his ears down tight to his head before there was a smooth slide inward, spreading the wetness.

"Go on and open up the door, let's give him a good go with his balls before he goes under." Paul called out as the finger slid backwards. The scent was strong on the air, confusing and making the wolf shake his head roughly back and forth.

"You can't do that! I-I've let you do all of this to me!" He protested and was given a smack on his ass, the firm clap making him yelp out.

"Such a fuss, too spirited, you need to be controlled better, don't you, old boy?" Paul's response gave him no help at all.

Randall swung his head backwards as he saw the back door opening, but not very much, just barely a crack as something stepped forward with a click of claws on the ground. At first, he thought it was another prisoner, one of the canines that was being let out, but it was a delusion that was stripped from him when he saw the large blocky head of the dog padding in. The great dane was nearly the size of a pony, the squared head tipped up while snuffling the air with a tip back of his head. He was black and white, caped over on his back with a broad white blaze that ran down the broad muzzle. The wolf didn't know what was going on, his mind blanked out as the dog trotted entirely into the room and huffed out a bit of a breath, the cropped ears tipping forward.

The big dog filled the room and the wolf tried to surge up from the low table, but the leash cut down around his neck roughly, cutting off his breath. He wheezed loudly, his body going tense as the creature stepped forward step by step, the broad paws hitting the ground as the dark nose wiggled back and forth. The dog moved around the edges, ears tipping back as he walked forward with the long whip like tail wagging wildly behind him. Randall felt slow while the animal came in closer, the broad red tongue flicked out and ran along the broad lips, lapping happily with an eager whine when he came in closer. He saw the sheath was wobbling beneath him, larger than his own, thicker and aimed right along the lower belly while a pair of dark black balls were swaying back and forth.

The dark cold nose shoved forward against the wolf's hip and he realized that the bea was starting to puff and swallow breaths eagerly. It was sucking down the strange scent in the room, and he suddenly realized that it was shoving Randall's tail down along his haunches. The puffs of hot breath hit him, slipping out against the underside of his tail while the broad heavy tongue slipped out to lick eagerly with a whine. He jerked his hips away with short yelp of shock, his neck bristling angrily as the dog snuffled up and pushed between the legs. The tongue lapped out roughly, hot and slimy feeling as it rubbed right under his balls and the breath puffed against his pucker. The wetness coated him thickly, spilling down along the edges while he attempted to writhe away again.

The elk's hand shoved down against the small of his back, holding him down in place while he couldn't squirm out from under the touch as the tongue lapped out. The hot powerful shoves and slides of the tongue this way and that, pushing beneath his balls as the hot breath panted against his pucker. It pushed right up against the narrow wettened opening as he watched the black and white form hunching his back slightly and giving a thrust forward. The movements were short and eager as the animal's tongue pushed up and shoved right up against the side of the tail. One large paw reached up and yanked against his hip, causing him to yelp out in shock, jerking forward again with a shove against the table to try and push upwards.

The hand kept him pinned in place as the head pushed up and snuffled along the line of the spine with a short eager whine. It was a real animal, there was no thought in the dull eyes while it snuffled after the rich scent of bitch clinging to him. He tried to jerk again, but the large paws suddenly heaved up to either side and hooked right along his hips. The weight slid over him, dragging and pulling him roughly as the massive dog hunched right over his back. The nose snuffled and pushed against the fur on the back of his neck while he tried to tip his hips down. The paw roughly yanked around his neck, pulling against his hips with a rough movement, pulling his ass up higher in the air, making sure he couldn't get away.

The hot slimy dog cock jerked out against him, pushing against one side with a push and rub that was pushing out the length. He tried to twist his head to one side as the weight pinned against his back and the nose pushed against his shoulder, huffing out eagerly with a whine. The hips were rocking against him, not like a lover, but the thoughtless hunches that were plunging against him. The splatter of precum spilled against him, slathering against his fur and coating it, matting it down while the forepaws yanked backwards. He was forced with his ass jerking upwards, making him cry out raggedly as he twisted under the dog's body.

"STOP!" He tried to look up, but the elk wasn't even looking at his head while the cock slipped down and ran right along the tender opening of his pucker.

The hot stream of precum was hitting him, messily sliming over his opening while the bore down against him. The teeth snapped out a little bit, the tongue lavished strokes against his fur while the narrow tip lunged up against the tender opening before he could stop it. He couldn't even drop his hips downwards as the force shoved upwards and the boned tip began to splay him open. He let out a guttural cry, the sound cracking out of his throat as the slimy dog cock began to sink inside of him. His walls were forced to open, gaping wider and wider as the cock plunged forward to force him to stretch wider and wider. It was a stab of pain that caused him to lunge forward, but the paws pulled him back while the Great Dane whined against his neck hotly and pushed more of his length into him.

It was impaling him, too fast, there was no gentle easing like it had been from the toy, it was sudden as it slipped free of the heavy sheath and straight into his slickened body. His walls clutched down and squeezed, wrapping around the glassy smooth length jabbed deep into his belly. It forced further into him, the walls were gaping wide as the tip plunged in hard enough that he felt the base hammering up against his pucker. The hips drove against him roughly, a sudden assault of movement that was working in and out of his body. It took his breath away as he yelped out loudly, his jaws opening up wide, tongue spilling out as the powerful thrusts pushed in ever deeper. The force sinking through his body with rapid rubbing strokes.

The watery precum shot out into his body as he twisted about, squirming and calling roughly with a yelping bark when the hips lunged forward again. The weight pressed against him, sinking faster and harder, plunging in and out steadily while the tip kept spilling out in hot rivulets. He couldn't get away, the hips were working at blinding speed, hunched up tight against his ass while he felt the occasional slap of the balls hitting against him. The weight swinging upwards as he scrabbled forward wildly, his paws grabbing against the smooth metal, but was unable to get purchase to pull away. The paws were yanking him backwards as the head pushed up and over his shoulders, the hot breath hitting his neck as the cock drove back deeper inside of him.

The base slipped forward, wider than the rest, swelling and glutting his narrow channel while he was scrabbling roughly and yelping out. The high pitched sounds burst out over and over again, raggedly spilling out in an animalistic fashion while the base gaped him open wide. The next jerk backwards popped free with a wet sound, slurping outwards smoothly before it was force fed back into his body. The weight was pushed down harder against him as hips began to move faster, he couldn't catch his breath. It was too much, there was no timing to it, nothing that was designed to give him pleasure, it was simple mindless breeding. The twitching of the cock tip sent out another rush of wetness spilling outwards, gushing in an eruption, being squelched out around the edges.

The shaft was purely bestial, he could feel every inch of it, his body molding around it as it twitched and contracted. His ears pinned down tight to his head while he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to struggle to get his hips down as the knot began to swell wider, glutting his passage and stretching him open just that much more. His body tensing itself up at each impact as he was pried open wide. Barely an inch of the messy wet flesh was pulled out of him before it was plunged back in, the growing base putting pressure on parts that had him whining out and yelping. His ears pinned flat down as his cock slipped free of his sheath unwillingly. He tried to ease the pressure, but it was growing worse by the moment.

The knot was pulling in and out, being yanked free with a forceful pull that made him squeal out loudly, his voice echoing in the room before it sank forward again. His entire body spread wide as he felt the sheath bunched up against his ass, the next rush of precum bubbled up from the tip and was flung out into his body. It was coating him, squelching outwards while he was given another rough thrust, the dog letting out a few grunts as the tongue lolled out from the blocky jaws. It fell along his shoulder as the cock drew backwards again, the thrust became less frantic and more brutal, forcing the knot into his body time and again.

The ache and burn of being stretched blended into a confused hazed of trained pleasure while he tipped his head back. His own jaws parted as he started to pant shallowly, shuddering when the next jerk backwards pulled the bulb free roughly. The next push inwards began to nudge his pucker in on itself, forcing him to snarl out before he was filled with the knot again, feeling how it stretched his anal ring. He was clutching around it, his walls starting to clench down and tighten. The hips jerked backwards, yanking and pulling his ass upwards, but it didn't' slip out as the base began to stretch open wide. It was throbbing and twitching, the length starting to leap up and down as the pull yanked against his pucker before the push forward that slapped the balls up against his own.

Randall let out a keening cry as he felt the entire cock starting to swell him open, the paws were grabbing his waist tightly, pulling backwards with a brutal yank that made sure he was nudged as far as it could possibly go. The balls were tightening up while the knot locked the dog in place, making his body shudder and squirm while the walls began to work along the length. He was suckling over it, pulling tightly as the weight of the length rubbed through every inch of his snug passage. He closed his eyes, tensing up while his cock began to thicken along his stomach further, feeling the pressure and rub against him from the knot as the balls began to twitch and quiver, forcing up the first wave of cum into his body. The dane whined out softly as the watery dog seed sprayed out in twitching ropes, flushing in deeper.

The weight shifted above him, a little pump and slide as he whined out, Randall's entire body shuddering as the dog panted above him, tugging his hips so that the knot was pulled along his body, making sure that it was securely sunk inside of him. He couldn't get free, he couldn't do anything while he felt the paws loosen around his waist and the panting breath hit against the small of his neck. His cock was full and twitching under him as the knot steadily rubbed through him, caressing lightly until he was squirming forward with a slight groan. Fingers moved down to slide against his underside, the elk teasingly sliding up to caress along his thickened length as the dog began to slide down from him.

The wolf yelped out, the ragged noise making him shudder as the fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and caressed him lightly. The cock was shifting inside of him, turning and sliding about while he tried to jerk away again. Even if he had been unleashed there was nothing he could do about it, the prick was locked inside of him as the leg tossed over him and turned about. The weight off his back was enough to make him whimper while the fingers began to pump against him, sliding along his twitching cock with a gentle stroke that had him thrusting forward. The knot was quivering inside of his ass, sending out a water trickle of cum that drooled out into his passage while he was left with the elk caressing him.

"Best you enjoy those while you have them. You have a date for surgery in the morning." Paul murmured and the fingers flexed against his knot, squeezing with a pull that made him whine out, mindlessly pushing forward into the palm.

He didn't even really hear what was said, all he cared about was that hand, that delightfully smooth hand on his cock, making him fill out thicker by the moment. Nothing mattered except for that hand, nothing at all, he humped into the palm wildly, feeling the way that it began to quiver and twitch upwards. The thick clear precum began to spill out against the finger tips, spreading over the edges and he closed his eyes. He didn't know what the morning would bring, all he cared about was the moment, that was it.

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"Not bad, not bad at all.." The smooth silky voice filled the room as Randall was held by the leash, the slender hare that stepped into the room eying him with interest. "Lovely pattern on him."

He was hazy still, he had been given the last dose of drugs this morning and he still wasn't quite sure what was happening except for the fact that he had been brought out for his buyer. He didn't feel the alarm he should have felt about that fact, but he had been given sedation nearly every day for the last few weeks. Not enough to take away his senses, but just enough to keep him calm while he flicked his ears angrily at the way the stranger was looking at him. The hare was well dressed, cleanly cut as he moved around and gave a few touches. They were light and danced over the edges, making him squirm backwards slightly to try and get away, but there was little he could do about it as the stroke curled right down along the line of his ass and gave a little squeeze. It was possessive that touch and he whimpered out shallowly, something that made the broad ears twitch upwards in appreciation.

"All to specifications, though he was hard to find, and even harder to break." Paul spoke in his normal tone, inclining his head slightly. "He's got spirit to him, but eventually he began to learn his place."

"Mmm a shame we won't get to see if he can breed true, but I think it's best not to arouse too many questions." The hare gave a slight smile and slid a hand right down along Randall's inner thigh.

He wanted to snarl and back away, but there was little he could do to protest the touch as the male caressed a thumb upwards lightly. He had been shown, forcefully, that there was little he could do about anything in his life anymore. He didn't have those choices, he could only do what he was told and hope that he wouldn't be punished when he did step out of line. He held still, sucking in a breath as he felt the fingers slip up higher and caress the bare spot just beneath his sheath. The skin had healed well, though the fur still hadn't grown back as the bare patch where his balls had been was being stroked with a delicate touch. He didn't even growl as the hare tickled playfully and let out an approving chuckle.

He had been neutered weeks ago, given time to heal, time to adjust, and still the world felt surreal as he realized that they had ruthlessly changed him to fit their own designs. They hadn't tried to preserve anything of him, he was left a husk of the personality that had come here. He couldn't break free, he couldn't run away, he didn't even know where he'd run too. They would find him, the tracking microchip in his neck would see to that, and he had no doubt that a worthless pet wasn't going to be rewarded with any measure of comfort. Randall stared at the hare dully as money began to exchange hands. He tried to feel some measure of hope his owner would be gentle or perhaps kind, but hope didn't come, he could only believe that he would learn the rules quickly.