Discount - Chapter 8: LESS DARK MORE STARS
"Discount"
(C)2016 Sinclair Diavante
Chapter 8: LESS DARK, MORE STARS.
Colin was up early.
On lazy dog day.
Chris found that rather unusual, Wednesday mornings were supposed to be his sleep-in day, one of only two without any classes.
"Want some breakfast? I can scramble up some eggs," he offered. "Put some ham in it, how you like."
Colin stared at Chris, one paw on the front door, with his book-bag in the other. He took a deep breath, dropped it, and moved to sit down on a stool at the breakfast nook.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and... ham." Chris cracked egg after egg with just one paw, giving Colin a dose of humor that only a black lab with a tail was capable of. There was clearly something Colin wanted to discuss, and Chris would get it out of him.
"So, these two guys walked into a bar..." He said, sliding a plate with a fork stabbed into the end result.
Colin stared, and finally gave a soft smile, finishing it. "Next time, I hope one of them ducks." He glanced down at the steaming food in front of him, not touching it.
"I just..." Colin started to say. "Um. I..."
"Solved the cure for cancer in biology?"
"No." A huge inhale. "There's someone I've been seeing..." Calm brown eyes stared past all his defenses.
"Colin, you touch your sheath every time you think I'm not looking. I thought you had an STD for a minute, but no, you're just getting laid a lot. And good for you. That head harness? Kinky, but harmless. I think it looks hot on you."
Colin's eyes went wide, he laughed, but it didn't sound healthy to Chris's ears.
"Getting laid a lot?" He shook his muzzle. "You have to see this..." Colin unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his underwear.
Chris peered over the counter. "Wow."
"I can't take it off." He pulled on it to demonstrate. "It's locked, and there's something inside it... me... a catheter. This button right here? I have to push it in order to take a leak."
"Double-wow. That is... beyond custom, right there. Someone thinks you're worth a lot more than a dollar."
Colin stared up at the ceiling, drawing his claws up through his chest fur, yelling in frustration.
"Arrrgh! I know! And I love that part, but, don't you see? I'm going crazy! I can't paw! And they sent something else..."
"That heavy box UPS dropped off yesterday?"
Colin immediately shook his muzzle.
"That is sooo not just the UPS guy..."
"What do you mean?"
Colin started to explain, but instead fell silent, just shaking his head.
"Something tells me that part, I shouldn't say." He pulled his underwear and pants back on.
"Well, look." Chris stared. "These apartment walls are thin, and the last few nights... I've slept pretty good. That thing on your sheath, it represents commitment, and it also makes nights... quieter." Chris smiled huge.
Colin whined in embarrassment. "Oh, dog..."
"Lets talk about this again in a few weeks," Chris announced. "If whoever it is hasn't taken it off, at least once, by then... maybe you've got a problem, and I'll get involved. Until then? Sweet dreams, puppy."
Colin stared in disbelief, Chris hadn't called him that in years. He eyed the bag near the door, once more feeling like he wanted a way out.
"I need to get my key... I'm freaking out. I'll be back."
"Have fun storming da castle..." was all Chris managed to say before the door quietly shut.
Colin walked up the street, unbelievably horny, but also feeling like he was being taken advantage of. Not being able to paw was really bringing out his aggression, along with frustration and confusion.
He didn't know where he stood in all this. He had to set this situation right, he wanted control.
He didn't have the money to buy his key, but maybe he'd go to the cops, if he had to. It would be embarrassing, but he'd do it!
He couldn't even imagine how that conversation might begin.
Traffic was light, since it was a half-hour after most classes had started. The town quietly dozed, waiting for those same classes to let out.
He looked both ways, and crossed the street, staring at a huge black police vehicle as it cruised by.
Speaking of cops, Colin thought darkly.
It was one of those new ones, laughably designated as an "emergency rescue vehicle," but with all that armor plating, bulletproof glass, and probably a pop-out chain-gun up top, capable of taking out a tank, there was no mistaking the militarization of today's police force.
That was an armored personnel carrier, under all that black and white paint. What a colossal waste of money that thing represented.
Colin stared in disgust, and almost as if it could sense his thoughts, the truck skidded to a halt right in front of him, all six massive tires doing an ABS-assisted stop. Blue and red LED strobes kicked on, outshining the sun in a stunning, epileptic display.
Barn doors in the back opened fast enough to bounce off their stops, and two helmeted officers wearing full combat body armor, adorned with large white lettering: SWAT, they rushed out and crashed onto him like a tidal wave, weapons and gear clattering with heavy steel-toed boots striking the ground.
He barely had enough time to take a half step backwards before one of them threw a thick black hood over his head, cinching it tight around his neck. The other one bodily picked him up by his legs.
He cried out in disbelief, only weakly struggling at first, from the shock of it, and as one they threw him into the back of the truck. Its padded interior was the only thing that saved him from receiving a concussion, as his head bounced off of the floor.
His claws began to scrabble furiously at the hood, trying to pull it off, while his terrified, rapid breathing came loud in his ears, amplified by the close confines of the tight weave.
A familiar voice sang out. "Relax, little fox... it's just us."
"Fuck that, don't relax... tighten up!" barked the other.
Amidst being shoved around, they climbed in behind him, but he couldn't find the opening to get his fingers under.
Both doors slammed shut, and he heard the truck's engine roar, wheels directly under his head peeling rubber to spit small rocks up into the wheel wells with a machine-gun rattle of clicks and chinks.
"Stupid fox, talking to the cops was a BAD idea!" said one.
"Beyond dumb," said the other. "Now we get to have some fun."
"I... I haven't talked to the cops!" Colin yelled, his voice loud in his ears.
The truck slammed its air brakes to full lock, lurching hard and rotating slightly as it once more slewed to a halt. One of them yanked off the hood, staring directly into his eyes.
"Seriously?" he asked, yellow eyes distrustful.
"Shit!" said the other, pounding an armored fist against the wall. He raised his voice to reach the driver. "He says he didn't talk to 'em!" He ripped his helmet off, looking confused and disappointed, slamming it onto a holder built into one of the back doors.
"I swear, I swear!" Colin yelled. "I never talked to them!" He whimpered quietly.
Near-silence, only the powerful engine idling with a heavy lope. Then the driver up front started chuckling, and that laugh sounded... familiar.
"So you never met up with 'em? That what you're saying?"
Colin nodded quickly.
"Think we should let him go?"
He couldn't believe what he was actually hearing. THIS was what they'd do if he went to the cops?
"Yeah, lets let him go." He, too, set his helmet onto a holder, but then he suddenly turned around and lunged forward, grabbing Colin by the neck, he yelled " or not" and swung him sideways to slam up against the padded wall of the truck, pinning him there with gloved paws.
Colin yelped, eyes wide, tasting blood from biting his tongue, ears shaking in fright.
The wolf stared hard into his eyes, but then his expression softened, and he proceeded to rub his big muzzle all over Colin's, almost lovingly, growling in ecstasy.
"I'm soooo sorrrry, little foooox," he murmered. "Cuz you're talking to 'em right now!"
All three broke out in laughter. Colin folded his ears flat with shame.
"Did you see his expression when we ran up to him? Fucking priceless..."
"You're such a bad cop..." answered the one further away.
"Wait," His eyes narrowed. "I thought I was supposed to be the bad cop."
"No, you were bad cop last time, try being good for a change."
The wolf holding him shrugged, with a "what can you do?" expression. "That's gonna be a stretch, but fine. Joey?"
"Yep." From up front.
"I'm supposed to be good today. Toss me his stimmer."
"No can do. You know that's against the rules."
The wolf turned his muzzle to yell. "Just do it!"
"Fine, your truck, your show, Terry. But Dave's gonna be pissed. Lemme dip it, first."
The wolf turned and stared close into Colin's eyes. "Fox gets some party favors... gonna have some fun, Terry-style." He grabbed Colin's wrists, raising them up high.
Handcuffs hanging from the ceiling, possibly for just this purpose, ratcheted tight around them, keeping him standing upright.
"Fire in the hole," shouted from up front. Black chrome flew, and the wolf snatched it out of the air without even looking. He held it up to Colin's nose, slowly waving it back and forth.
It was small and shiny, inky black, knob-shaped with a tiny flashing red light at the top, it had a threaded protrusion down at the base, from which dangled a long length of slender, wet purple tubing. That had two black sections, running down in a straight line, ending with a black tip. It was covered in something clear and thick, a drop of which slowly dripped from it to the floor.
"Please disrobe our guest, bad cop," he purred, holding it so close, Colin had to go cross-eyed just to see it. Whatever the liquid was, it smelled like sharp, acrid chemicals. He hoped to dog that thing wasn't going up his nose. His wrists ached from the tight metal holding them.
The wolf behind him produced a single-edged combat knife, and began slicing off his clothing with long, quiet rips.
Each cut brought Colin to a closer realization that the severity of his situation was rapidly getting worse.
"Fox, the first thing you need to understand, is that we only show up, when you fuck up," he said, shrugging. His smile turned sharp and white.
"Definitely fucked up," intoned the other, slicing his briefs off. "He knew this was coming, knew it ALL night."
Colin stood there, quickly naked, staring down at the pile of rags that only moments ago were everything he was wearing.
Finished, he heard his book-bag unzip, and what was inside promptly dumped out on the floor.
"Well look at that. His tracking harness!"
The truck accelerated forward.
"Sure is," said Terry. "And his muzzle, too. Think we can skip that, though. Situation's moved way past it, don't you think?" The question was aimed at Colin, but he wasn't sure what to say. Terry continued.
"Little fox, you wanna tell us why you aren't wearing your harness? Maybe... where you were going with it, in that bag? It detects body heat, we knew you didn't put it on, yesterday."
Colin held his ears flat, looking the closest one right in the eyes, the one holding the strange tube.
"I don't... want to wear it," he said quietly, swallowing. "You can't... make me wear that, I'm not your property!"
The wolf wrinkled his muzzle.
"Are you hearing all this?" he asked in disbelief, loud enough for the driver.
"Yeah," from up front. "Prove him wrong, on all counts." The truck made a turn and accelerated down an on-ramp, gaining speed rapidly.
"OK, here we go..." the purple tubing slowly lowered from Colin's sight, and he felt coldness slide into the hole at the front of the chastity device, and then it threaded deep into him. The pain was only dull, but then it began to burn slightly. Terry twisted it a bunch of times, until it wouldn't turn any more.
Colin wasn't sure how it went into him, maybe inside the tube already in him? Or perhaps beside it.
"How ya feel?" he finally asked.
"Fi..." Colin paused.
He did not, in fact, feel fine. Warmth was flooding into his body, spreading outwards from his prick, and a strange pulse had started up in his prostate, initially at about the same rate of speed of the flashing red light.
At first, he thought it was just his heartbeat, but it kept going in and out of sync with the throb beginning to sound in his ears.
It got stronger, though, and then stronger still, the edge of which began to feel just like the surges of an orgasm, but it wasn't one.
This was the feeling he had right before cumming, when everything that ever turned him on, it all flashed right before his eyes, and desperation gained inertia to produce a form of stubbornness, stubborn because he'd keep pawing until he came.
But he only hung there...
And he wasn't pawing.
"Fox wants his harness now, I bet." The one behind him.
Colin grunted, his eyes started requiring a focused effort to stop from rolling back into his head. He swallowed hard, feeling the inhibitions in his mind start to wash away, he knew that in just moments, he'd beg them to put it on him, he was already dying to feel it on his body.
He'd put up a good fight, though, even if it was a losing battle. He was slipping...
"It's... explosive," he mumbled. "Dangerous." That was the last defense he could come up with, one lone worry.
"Maybe it is," the wolf holding it laughed evilly.
"Or maybe it isn't," Terry said. "Might just have put that tag on it to scare you. If I were you, I wouldn't be trying to cut it off to see, though. This is pricey shit, you ain't got no money, we'd only have work it off you."
"Work that ass," from behind him.
His tail twitched as he clenched down, there was a lot more than just things he wanted on him...
Colin remembered the smooth braided steel, and wasn't it his? Wasn't that... designed for his body?
Almost a sort of selfish greed was coming forth. That was his, and he wanted to wear it...
Finally, there was only one last breath of resistance left. That breath slowly left his muzzle, and he knew for sure that with his next, he'd beg.
Absolutely sure.
One hundred percent.
His chest shook, he gave short little whimpers at first. Not quite articulating speech.
"Put it... put on me, please?" Who's voice was that? It couldn't be his!
But it was.
"What's that?" asked Terry. He turned and looked at his brother. "You hear that? A change of heart so soon?"
More laughter from the driver.
"Too easy. But if I'm supposed to be bad, do I do what he asks, or refuse?"
Cold steel braided cable found his legs, providing all the answers he needed. His feet were lifted, one at a time, so thick loops could slide up as the X's sought out his back and chest.
The wolf behind him finished pulling his harness up onto his body, grunting hard to pull it through his thick fur. The side straps hugged his rump, with the last part tightening around his neck. It became a little looser when he let go.
"Free his paws, let him do it," said the one behind. "That way he can remember who made this choice."
"Ok, Fox," he reached up and started to unlock the cuffs. "Don't try to stand for long, you'll fall over. This rig is padded, but..." His paws came free.
"You want it locked, do it yourself."
Colin looked behind him, trying to take in the meaning. He rocked around as the truck moved, at one point bracing a paw against the nearest wall.
Whatever they'd put in his prick was getting stronger by the second. All he wanted to do was lay down and... squeeze... what he couldn't squeeze.
He reached up and felt the collar around his neck, it was open at the back, the stainless braid following the contours of his body perfectly, before entering a sort of thick, strap-like clear rubber, the part that formed a collar.
He knew that when he walked, he'd feel it between his legs, over his chest... over his back... one part in his mind screamed to stop. The other part begged him to keep going.
Do it!
"Just push the cable into the hole..."
He'd surely regret this, but such thoughts were so quiet in his mind, they were down to barely a whisper. His paws rubbed up and down his chest, the sensation was incredible. His fingers caught on the cables, so smooth, tight... strong.
Colin grabbed them behind his neck, before he could change his mind, and pulled the lump up against the loose end, trying to find the hole with shaking fingers.
It clicked, and the tightness remained.
"He do it?" from up front.
"That's affirmative." The wolf reached forwards to pet Colin between the ears.
"He's a good boy!"
He felt the harness and collar both pressing in on his body, evenly, all over now.
The collar snug around his neck was the most prominent of all.
He realized he couldn't remember if there was a keyhole, or any other means to unlock it, just those two bulges, one at the back of his neck, the other right over his throat. He hadn't looked very hard, because he wasn't planning on wearing it at the time.
All that turned him on even more. The permanency, he hoped, that could last forever.
A particularly large bump almost made Colin fall, he got down onto his paws and knees, one seeking out the device locked onto, and in, his dick. He pulled and pushed, whimpering because it made no difference.
Inertia in his mind slowed... and desperation took the lead.
The wolf in front of him, Terry, ripped Velcro free near his groin, he peeled off a padded steel sheath cup, dropping it to the floor next to Colin with a hollow thunk, and its warm interior emitted a scent that made his cheeks redden under all his white fur, turning him on even further, his eyes closing, the sensation already as strong as an orgasm. And what does he usually do when he feels that?
He held still.
He wanted more than anything to bury his muzzle inside it, though, but something was holding him back, still.
"Like that? I promise you, what it was covering smells a whole lot better."
Colin looked up to stare at his thick black sheath, swallowing hard. He leaned forward to push his nose up against it, just below the beginnings of his knot, inhaling deeply.
If he was horny before, those electrical pulses arcing up into him, making his body shake and shudder, combined with the chemical need to mate... desperation promptly redefined itself into...
Confidence.
That particular underlying emotion was stretching out its limbs, as if freshly awakened, coaxed forth like a small exotic breed of tree, growing up inside an old, tall forest.
That tree represented his desire to openly submit, and the rest of the canopy, what was commonly referred to as normal society, did its damnedest to squash and smother those feelings.
Now he had his very own ray of sunlight. He basked in the warmth, drinking it in, arching his spine like a cat, feeling the braided cables shifting around to the left and right of his captive balls, his attention once more focusing on the collar around his neck.
People would see that, but so what? This was who he was, what he was into. His heart beat even faster, and his tail slowly wagged slowly back and forth.
Something about this situation screamed super-long term, and that realization was actually exquisite, as if all of him now belonged to someone else, marked as theirs, inescapable.
A new kind of whimper started. One from desire... and his paws dared to reach up to caress the big, full sheath.
Terry stepped back. "Hold on there, cowboy... Flip for him?"
The wolf behind flipped a coin. It rang through the air, and was caught and slapped onto the back of a paw.
"Tails."
"Heads, I win." Yellow eyes locked onto Colin's like sidewinder missiles, his grin growing ever wider.
"Tails, you lose," the other said. He wasted no time getting down onto his knees to sniff and lick under Colin's tail. His eyes grew wide, and he whimpered from the sensation, wanting so much more than a tongue to touch it. "Just... hold on there, bro. Hey. Hey!" He grabbed Colin's muzzle to make him look up, only then continuing.
"Look, it's high time you realized all them papers you signed? That thing locked around your dick? Believe me when I say, we own your ass."
"No! His ass is mine, you get the front, we just flipped for it!"
The black wolf standing in front of Colin covered his eyes with a paw.
"Please ignore my brother's single-minded nature, for just one moment. I'm trying to do you a solid. Are you unhappy, right now?"
Colin paused, and shook his head.
"Miserable?"
He didn't understand why he was being asked this... but he shook his head again, still breathing hard from whatever was in his system.
"Good. Remember that, keep doing what we tell you, and you'll keep feeling this way. It's a simple process, really." He paused to let that sink in.
"Now c'mon, Stout, get yers before I start. I'm not touching his muzzle 'till you tie. I seen your knot yesterday, and we sure as fuck ain't twins."
Stout lifted Colin's tail and cold, slick fingers felt under it, pushing deep inside.
One, two, then three, each pulling a gasp from the both of them.
"I'd fight you for this, if I had to, yes sir."
The tingle Colin was feeling earlier ruptured like a dam, and his body tensed up in a bewildering pattern that reminded him of those LED strobe lights he had seen, earlier. It had something to do with all the mass inside him, and a few fingers was hardly anything.
Colin had never wanted to get fucked as badly in his life as he did at that moment.
Stout felt him tense up, and climbed over him, resting his stomach on his back, so he could reach under and line his sheath up. As soon as his tip was centered, he shoved forward and tilted his muzzle straight up.
"Fuck! I gotta get in all the way, I'm gonna cum..." He thrust a few times, then gripped Colin's sides, pushing as hard as he could before his knot grew any larger.
Colin felt that knot enter, and tried as hard as he could to keep him inside, feeling an additional involuntary tightening down as the device in his dick delivered current directly through his prostate, and all the surrounding tissues...
Stout's knot just happened to be right next to it at that time, and he froze up, drawing in a huge gasp. He whimpered, twining his body around Colin's, even curing his tail under him, the fox's small frame almost disappearing under all that muscle and black fur. Stout just stared at Terry with an accusatory expression, almost motionless while he came his brains out, only his tail twitching up and down.
Terry could no longer hide his smirk. He walked past the two lovers and yanked Stout's tail up, smearing in some lube...
Stout barked a gasp, but he was tied tight inside Colin. No amount of moving around could fix that.
"What..." lots of whine in his voice, "are you doing?"
"I kinda enjoyed this yesterday... didn't realize how much fun it would be, or I'd have tried it sooner." He lined his sheath up, red tip dribbling and squirting pre at Stout's pucker, it was still rhythmically going at it as his orgasm had a long while to go.
Terry fully expected to take advantage of that kneading, squeezing effect. That meant he would be much tighter than yesterday.
Stout let out a sharp whine, his only defense at this point.
"Call it paying it forward, not just back, bro." He sank deep, past his knot, and rested there, feeling his brother's ass milk his shaft for all it was worth. He shut his eyes in pleasure and rocked with the vehicle as it drove.
Stout promised revenge and death between whimpers of ecstasy.
Colin couldn't move, hot black fur surrounded him tight, the tapered burning red lodged deep. His breaths came sharp and quick, and without even being able to touch himself, his whole body finally shook with an orgasm that rivaled yesterday's.
He quickly collapsed under the wolves, he didn't pass out, but all that weight came down on him, and that briefly drove Stout in even deeper.
The truck stopped. "We're here," from up front.
Terry pulled out of Stout, who promptly groaned, complaining.
"Shit, that hurts..." He pulled out of Colin.
"Ungh, whu-why, are we done?"
Terry nodded, "Clean him up, and you too. Look... presentable. Wait, don't try that. Just look normal."
"I can do presentable..."
A leash clipped onto Colin's collar, combat armor was put right, the back doors opened, and though Colin was naked, he was still too out-of-it to even notice.
Terry paused to unthread the now-spent device sticking out of Colin's chastity tube. He slowly pulled it free, and set it on a shelf inside the truck.
The two wolves escorted him to his front door, holding him by the elbow, whereupon they rang the doorbell.
A very surprised Chris opened it, staring up at them, and then at Colin.
"What did you do?" was the about the only thing he could think to say.
"Take this, Sir." He held the leash out to him. "And keep him off the streets, at least until he comes down," said one.
"Tell him we'll be in touch," said the other.
Chris did not understand their huge grins.
His name was Tom, and there was a particular something he was looking for. He had finally mustered the courage to walk to the counter of "Eventful Beginnings," relieved by the welcome expression of the big gray wolf standing behind the counter.
"One of my friends bought this sort of, leather muzzle, but it was all open, just straps. You guys got anything like that?"
Joey produced something from under the counter, and it looked quite familiar when his eyes recognized it. He saw the price tag on the side, though, and shook his head.
"That's way too much, I can't spend that."
Joey shrugged. "Maybe I can offer it to you at a discount..."
END? Nah. :)