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"Dog Days", part 1 of Force of Nature by H. A. Kirsch Copyright 2006 email: hawk period wolf arroba gmail full stop com web: http://www.manachine.com/ **This work is unedited and being provided because people like reading my stories and I like writing them. If you find any errors, feel free to point them out - I don't bite. ** **All characters copyright h. a. kirsch, except for toryk svarssen, who is based on a character by Shagondas, or one of like ten other freaking names, arggh alts.** * * * Carl's house was not that big. It was the first thought that ran through Hawk's head as he parked his truck on the street. Not big, but fancy and post modern. "Don't park in the circle drive," the note said. He rang the doorbell, and after there was no answer for a moment or two, he wandered to the edge of the porch. Everything was completely pristine, unlike most porches he'd seen. The house was perched on a hill, and the rest of it was further down. It was almost a mansion. Hawk didn't have time to be impressed. The door clicked open behind him. "Hi?" "Hey. You're that uh, jackal thing." Hawk looked back over, hands in his coat pockets. "I've been expecting you. Come in.." Airn opened the door and motioned for Hawk to come in. The canid was wearing an expensive dress shirt and slacks, no shoes. The door opened up into a long foyer hall. It was startlingly minimalist, echoing the severely square outside of the house. "Huh. I think this foyer cost more than my house." "I need your clothes," Airn said, and held out a black paw. It was blacker than Hawk's fur - the jackal was clearly not naturally that color. "What? Well, I need them too." "No, you need to take them off. By taking off your clothes, you're accepting the agreement to stay here for a week. Otherwise, you can just turn around and go, but you won't ever be allowed into any place Carl owns. And you'll also be kind of a chicken shit." "Did you just call me a chicken shit?" Hawk glared down his snout at the jackal. Airn just barely smiled. "I went through a lot more than you're going to, and look at me. I'm a rich guy's pet." "So what, if I don't take off my clothes, I can just go home?" The black jackal nodded. Hawk paused for almost half a minute, looking at the dark wood of the walls, the marble floor... marble floor. Who has marble flooring? Hawk answered the question by taking off his coat. Airn led him down the foyer, then into a surprisingly small anteroom with two doors. "You know, this house is kind of weird. Maybe kind of... who was that... Frank Lloyd Wright? A little small inside, despite the expensive shit." "Oh, that's because there's two parts. The living area, and.... the other part." "The other part." They were going through one of the doors, which led to a set of steps. "Yeah. Uhm, you probably aren't going to like this." "Like what?" Airn fished something out of his pocket. A handkerchief and a small bottle of something. "Well, you know..." Airn uncapped the bottle and poured it all over the handkerchief, then elbowed Hawk into the wall of the foyer. "Don't worry, this isn't too bad. You didn't eat, did you?" The jackal managed to shove the handkerchief over Hawk's muzzle hard enough that the wolf tried to cough as his nosepad was ground. "Asshole! What are you doing!" He gulped air after hacking into the rag. He inhaled noxious smell and coughed out again, snorting. He finally managed to punch Airn's arm away, but the damage was done. The world started and stopped like a flickering lightbulb, Airn becoming higher in vision until Hawk was looking up at him, maybe even lying on the floor.... Hawk regained his senses crouched on the floor of a fairly large, empty room. The floor was solid steel diamond-plate panels, a recessed ring hook in the center of each one. He noticed this because he was staring at one from a couple inches away, trying to keep from throwing up. "You know Airn, Mr. Hawk?" Why does everyone put Mr. in front of the name I don't have, the wolf wondered. Drool flecked onto the floor and he started to suck breaths in hard and heavy. After a few moments, he felt lightheaded and less sick. "Maybe." "I suppose I should apologize for him, he has a fetish for knocking guys out and fucking them. Drug use, on both ends... one of these days, his ether rag is going to go up in flams." The voice was distinctly German, but very correct English and inflected with an unplaceable accent. "What, ether? He fucking used ether on me?" Hawk scooted backwards until he was resting against a cold wall. He looked up at the ceiling. "I'm not so sure I like this idea any more. And who the fuck are you?" The german accent belonged to a wolf in an expensive business suit. "I assure you, if you don't like the idea, all you need to do is go out that door over there-" The wolf pointed, "-Go up the stairs, and you'll find your clothes in the foyer. No one's keeping you here." "That little... dog thing said that by taking off my clothes, I was accepting some agreement. So what, I can still renege?" The other wolf smiled. "Technically, you can do it until tomorrow morning. Your 'training' starts on monday." Hawk stood up slowly - he was taller than the other wolf. And what kind of wolf? Was it even a wolf? The creature was definitely canine but very oddly colored, like someone had used him as the canvas for a Jackson Pollack painting. The muzzle was black, the face splotched like a hyena, with large ears. "So who are you?" "My name is Marcus Holler. I bet you think I'm from Germany, maybe Austria?" Half of the things that Marcus said sounded like questions. Hawk wasn't sure whether to answer, and there was an awkward silence. "I guess so." "You're half right. I'm half wolf and half cape dog. I'm from South Africa." "Interesting. I'm from New Jersey." "I thought you were from Lainsville?" "Yeah, well, you're from around here too but you said you're not. This is stupid. So what, I get to have slave training?" Marcus was slowly undressing - the rest of his body was equally garish. "Not at all. That is the kind of thing Airn went through. You will be introduced to the basics of your power over others, by being the recipient of someone else's for much of the week. Someone else's power, if I am not so clear." "Huh. And if I say no, all I get is... I can't hang out at places Carl owns?" "Yes. And the knowledge that you gave up a fine oppurtunity to learn something I think would be very interesting to a man like you." Marcus stepped forward and caressed Hawk's muzzle. The black wolf's hackles spiked up, partly from the forwardness and partly because of the wolf-dog's choice of words. "Fine. It's not like I have anything else to do for the next week. So what, do I get some dumb little name and a collar?" The wolf-dog walked across the room, to a metal suitcase. He pointed down to it. "Come here, and you'll get to see exactly what you get, this fine Sunday evening. I presume you haven't eaten?" "What? No..." "Good, you will be fed afterwards. Open the case." Hawk clicked it open - inside were six metal items nestled in formed charcoal foam. One was a slender wand with some sort of button on it. Four were bracelets or cuffs, hard metal with neoprene linings, two wrist-sized and two ankle sized. The final object was similar to the cuffs, only significantly larger. All except the wand had curved d-rings that fit into cut-out depressions around the metal. "Wow. That's crazy." "They are titanium-molybdenum alloy. Light and strong. Give me the wand, then put them on." Hawk took out the wand and handed it to Marcus. Then he lifted the collar to his neck - it hinged in the back, and he positioned it. Closing it produced a metallic click. "Hey, how's this thing come off?" Hawk said it just as his finger found a small square button that unlatched the collar. He clicked it back in place. "Huh." "If you think that's interesting..." Marcus stepped over and poked the wand just over where the button was. There was the faintest metallic tap. "Try it now." Hawk pressed the button and it uselessly clicked inwards. "Hey. That's... kind of cool. I guess." "You could say it's a lock. I happen to have a Swiss friend who makes some very interesting toys. You may be seeing him later on this week. Without this wand, you can't open any of the cuffs. If you get bored one of these nights, I'm sure you can amuse yourself trying." Marcus's tone was becoming more condescending by the minute. Hawk slid on the cuffs, latching them similarly. Marcus stepped in each time with his magic wand. "I don't know if I like this. What happens if, I don't know, something happens?" The wolf's ears wilted as his usual wit left him, still hazed by whatever the jackal had really gagged him with. "All of the restraining clips I use are made this way. If something happens to you, whoever is standing there will have the wand or else you won't be locked together." "That's comforting," Hawk said, standing up. He snorted as he grew dizzy and sick again. When he opened his eyes, he was looking straight at a white box with a red heart and a lightning bolt plastered with 'AED'. "What the hell's that?" "That is a precaution." Hawk stepped up closer. "Automatic external defibrillator? Are you fucking kidding me?" "You would be surprised what people want to have done to them. Breath play, for example. There is a reflex your body has that can kill you. In the time it would take to get someone untied and shipped off, they would be dead. So, we make sure we're safe." Hawk was horrified first, understanding coming slow. "What the hell am I getting into? And why are you getting naked?" "You're not getting into anything tonight, except perhaps a little... warm up for your mouth." Marcus was almost pure canine between his legs, short sheath covering his rapidly emerging cock, a reddish taper that drooped as it came out. Not completely canine, lacking the bone. The wolf-dog gave himself a few strokes, the shaft turning quickly turgid. "And if you think that sounds lame, you're going to do it anyway. You're going to kiss me until I empty in your mouth for the same reason as you put on your own slave bindings." There was nowhere comfortable in the room, only textured steel and solid walls. Marcus backed up against one, brandishing his wolfish spear, standing solid and proud. Hawk absolutely did not want to even think about having a dick in his mouth in his state of health, much less do it. Marcus provided no other encouragement than to simply stand and hold himself, unendingly hard. "You're not a dog yet. Do it however you like," Marcus said, as Hawk's black fingers moved down the shaft. "I don't usually see guys like this." Marcus's eyes said all the obvious responses, but no words came from his mouth. The black wolf replaced Marcus's fingers, black tongue kissing and wrapping the salty skin. For the first minute or two, Marcus didn't react. Just as Hawk was going to pull off to ask if he was doing something wrong, a strong hand clapped onto the back of his head. Despite the situation, Hawk drifted into pleasure, his own cock practically dropping like a horse, stiffening up, drooling onto his shin. He grabbed and rolled the wolf-dog's balls, snorted as he tried to force his thin black lips over his teeth so he could put pressure on the pulsing skin, started to pump and squeeze at Marcus's knot as it began to swell. The wolf-dog went off without warning, clutching at Hawk's neck and shoulders, guttural snaps and grunts coming as rough as the thin, copious spurts into the black wolf's mouth. As fast as the shaft was in between his lips, Hawk was licking air. "Stand up." Hawk did as told. "I want you to kiss me. I want to taste my seed in your mouth, the first and last time... for a while.. you will have it not totally out of your control." The two muzzles met, Marcus steady and Hawk almost flinching back. Despite his teutonic stoicism, Marcus slapped tongue like he was going to be dead as soon as it was over. Once again, it was over before it had begun, the naked wolf closing up his suitcase and picking up his neatly piled clothes. The room exchanged Marcus for Airn, who stood neatly in the doorway. "I'll show you to your room." The thought of having his own room both put Hawk at ease and further proved his situation. Carl's strange house became bigger in his mind as they went down a hallway, past metal doors, each with a color on it. They went up a small set of stairs and there were four more doors, two on each side. One of the doors was ajar, Airn stepping to the side of it. The inside of the room was almost completely black. "This is strange." "Carl thinks it's fitting," The jackal said softly. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll have some food shortly." Hawk was left alone in the black. The room was not especially dark inside, lit warmly with old-fashioned incandescent lights. There was a bed, dresser, small table, chair, and what looked like an open closet. Inside was a spartan toilet, above and behind that, a sink. The furniture was all dark and expensive waxed wood, chocolate in spots, stained ebony in others. The furniture was stark and simply angled, right on the line between modern and postmodern. The bed set in just to the edge of the closet, ample enough for anyone reasonably sized. It was made with black satin sheets, a black blanket quartered at the foot, black pillows at the head. The wolf sat down on it and tested the springs. It was comfortable enough, but only enough. Just over the head, a small knob jutted out of the wall. Hawk twiddled it, the lights dimming and glowing. He expected to feel the black hole forming inside of him, but instead felt a puddle of nerves. He wanted to retract away into the red light of his own bedroom, not the golden blackness of some strange basement fantasy world in a rich man's house. The door crept open. "Hawk? It's Airn. I have some food for you..." The jackal came in holding a tray that contained a singular burrito and glass of reddish drink. It smelled of fruit and wine. "Since this is the last normal food you'll have for almost a week, I figured I'd make my specialty." Hawk lifted the burrito. "A burrito?" "And sangria. I hope you enjoy it. You can leave the tray outside your door when you're through. I'll be by in the morning to clean you up and take you to the lesson, and... " Airn slid over and pulled out a remote control from inside one of the dresser drawers. A panel slid back, displaying a flat display. "This is the TV. You know, so you don't get bored. There's cable and a whole bunch of movies." "Thanks." "I'll let you eat. Bye!" Airn was oddly happy. Hawk's brain slowly churned as he watched the jackal turn and leave. 'You gagged me and smothered me with ether, and now you're feeding me.' 'The toilet in here has no seat, just like the ones in prison.' 'What time is it?' The wolf managed to eat about half of his dinner and all of the sangria before his appetite disappeared. Maybe something was in the food. Maybe it was another one of Airn's supposed tricks. After perhaps an hour of being unable to sleep, slightly buzzed, and staring at the ceiling, Hawk realized he could find out what time it was. 8:33 PM, said one of the cable news channels. Early. The wolf felt like death warmed over, sweaty palms and snout, lethargic and worried. He dimmed the lights down to near darkness and stared at the black wall until he wasn't seeing anything any longer. * * *

Airn woke Hawk up exactly twelve hours after he went to sleep, 8:33 AM. "Hi, black wolf." "My name's Harold," the groggy wolf said as he sat up. "Well, not for a few days. It's time to get you cleaned up before the lesson. Come on, I'll show you the shower." The jackal stepped outside and motioned with a black paw. The last door before the half-flight of steps leading to the rest of The Other Place was apparently the bathroom. There was no door, just the door frame. After an s-curve, there were sinks, toilet stalls, and two shower stalls. "Decent, I guess." "Get all nice and clean and go down the hall to the Black Room. That's the one with the black plate on the door. Don't worry about the cuffs, if you want a bath later we can take care of those." "Okay?" Hawk said to the back of Airn's head. He turned on a shower and cleaned himself off, emptied the fur trap, then looked for a towel. There wasn't one, but there was an angled grate that stuck out of the wall. Stepping right up to it, a blast of warm air fired out and blew him dry. The Black Room was empty of anything except the diamond plate floor, black walls, the ominous defibrillator. Hawk came in and didn't know what to do, so he leaned on a wall, then sat down. He was near dozing when the clack of boot heels came down the hallway. The owner was in no hurry, but he walked authoritative. Hawk's ears flushed as he realized whoever was coming was trying to emphasize the sound of heel against floor. When the owner came into the room, the metal plates on his bootsoles pounded the metal floor hard enough Hawk got up so it wouldn't get into his brain. It was Marcus. "You're an early riser, aren't you? Airn must have woken you up..." Marcus stood, proud but slightly off kilter, like he was unafraid to look anything other than purely macho. Hawk opened his mouth to answer and was immediately struck on the nose by something. "Oww!" Marcus was brandishing a riding crop. Instead of a flapper or a flogger strand at the tip, it had a simple black tube. When the cape dog moved the crop, the tip wobbled. "This is a training crop. It doesn't sound delicious when you slap someone with it, and it won't hurt you unnecessarily like a true riding crop. Instead, the rubber slug gives you quite a wallop, doesn't it?" Hawk started to say something then shut his mouth. "Good, you learn fast. You only answer when I address you, even if I ask a question." The black wolf swallowed and furrowed his brow, eyes watering from the sting at his nose. Marcus slowly paced, gesturing as he started to lecture. "You are not a wolf yet. You will be one by the end of the day, technically, and truly by the end of this week. You may see irony in this, that you will be a wolf at the hands of dogs. You can see whatever you want, but you *are* only one thing right now. That one thing is my dog. First, pose. You are not sitting like a dog." Marcus thwapped Hawk, whose gaze had been drifting downwards. "Pay attention. You look at me, you do not look away." The cape dog punctuated this with a heel-pound to the floor. "The first thing a dog learns in obedience school is to sit on command. You will sit on your rump, flush against the floor. You will bend your knees and plant your feet flat. Do it." Hawk tried. It was uncomfortable at the very least, his body not meant to crouch that way. His thighs were fully tense, chest feeling bottled up. "Good. You plant your hands on the ground, in front of your feet." The wolf did as instructed, back bent, muzzle down in discomfort. He realized he wasn't looking correctly too late, snorting and coughing as Marcus cracked him on the nose again. "There. Now, you are a proper dog. Collared, sitting before his master," Marcus plucked something off a small holster from his belt and poked at it. It was a cellphone. He continued talking. "You may wonder why I do not make you kneel. Kneeling is foolish, for men. You are not a man, you are not a wolf, you are a dog. As a dog, you will however be a smart dog, who knows how to speak. And when I address you, I am Sir." Hawk instantly felt his blood start to boil. He couldn't stand the use of 'sir' for anything. He didn't know why, only that it rankled him and he couldn't control it. He sat and looked up at Marcus, nearly managing to flinch from the thwap to his nose. "I said, when I address you, I am Sir." "Yes, Sir," Hawk said. His ears flushed red, blood heating. Was this what it was like to be on the bottom? It was exciting, but in an angry way. Marcus put his phone away. Within seconds, noise started up in the hallway, far off and growing closer. Rolling. "Good. Your next lesson is more posture. You can sit, now you must learn to stand, and trot." As soon as the dog finished talking, a cart pushed into the room, driven by Airn. Floggers hung from the upper rim of the cart, whips to ticklers to straps to paddles to riding crops. Marcus selected a true riding crop, a long wand with a carved steel handle and a two-foot braided leather cord off the tip. "Stand." Hawk started to get up, almost off his knees when Marcus cracked the crop so close to the wolf's ear that it rang. "No, you stand like a dog, not a man." Marcus came over to guide Hawk. "On all fours. Now!" The cape dog laid the flogger onto Hawk's rump with a slap, as much force from the tip of the wand as from the braid. Hawk flinched. Marcus held down on the wolf's lower back. "You raise your shoulders up, until your arms are straight." The wolf did as instructed, huffing through his nose softly. "Good. Now, you raise your haunches. IF you go too far, your delicate balls will know this." Marcus snapped the flogger in the air. "Stay on your toes as well." Lifting his hindquarters was much harder than simply sitting on them. If Hawk's body was not meant to sit like a dog, it was barely even able to lift up correctly. Knees steeply bent, legs starting to tremor already, Hawk stood like a dog. "Good. Very good. Now sit." Hawk didn't have to try to sit this time. Marcus came over and gave him an appreciative pat between the ears, then a stroke all over the muzzle. The wolf simply sat rigid like a guard dog. "No, you show your master affection," Marcus growled, slapping Hawk's nose with the crop's tip. Hawk snapped, then growled to himself. "We try again." The glove stroked over the wolf's muzzle again, caressing and stroking the chin. Hawk was torn - he was humiliated, never having been in the position, but the prospect of licking such a powerful, beautiful black leather glove... He flatted his ears back and licked at the dog's fingers. His blacktongue snaked out over the black hide, wetting it down, the tip flicking between Marcus' fingers. "There, that's good." That was all Hawk got to lick, Marcus retrieving his hand and wipingit off down Hawk's back. "Now, you learn to trot like a dog. Airn, prepare the spindle." Hawk almost wanted to laugh at the way Marcus said the last word, so German it was almost too stereotypical. The jackal appeared from out in the hall, nodded, and started setting up things. A long post, a long chain lead, a harness of sorts. Not the type to accentuate masculinity or strap someone down, but a dog walking harness. Hawk's ears burned inside and cantered back. "Is the puppy nervous? Here, you can have a toy," Marcus said, and stepped over to the cart. He came back with what the wolf thought was a bit - a large black rubber knotted chew toy, the rubber formed into knots at either end in a vague symbol of a bone. "Here you go." Marcus prodded it at Hawk's muzzle. The wolf didn't accept it at first, triggering a stiff bonk to the nose with one of the knots. The wolf took it in his mouth and chewed at it. It tasted like rubber, an almost noxious chemical sort of taste, and he wanted to spit it out. After a few moments of sitting there, drooling onto the 'bone' as he clamped it in his teeth, Hawk's ears started to heat up again. There was some inner satisfaction from working his teeth against something firm, a primal reaction. His tail wagged against the floor. "Go on, you don't have to just sit there." Hawk dropped the bone, then crouched down, chewing and grunting as he grabbed onto it, fiercely humiliated but wanting to please Marcus to avoid another nauseating beat to his snout. When he looked up, the cape dog was standing over by the harness. "Come here, boy, time to have a little excercise." Hawk didn't budge. Airn came over and grabbed him by a collar d-ring. The jackal nearly had to drag - Hawk knew what he was going to have to do, and his joints told him it was a very bad idea. Airn strapped him into the harness. "I do not really enjoy that pony stuff that others like, but you might find it soothing to have your toy with you still..." Marcus came over and stuffed the chew-toy in Hawk's hesitant muzzle, then wound some lengths of chain around the two 'knots, connecting them back around his neck, then attaching them to his collar as a makeshift bridle. "There. Now, puppyy, please stand and walk." Hawk lifted off his haunches with a grunt, ears flat as he stood. When he didn't move, Marcus brandished the crop. The wolf quickly jolted and started to walk. He kept going until the chain yanked on his harness, tugging him to the left. He paused and looked back down the length of metal - it hooked to the top of the spindle, a metal pole sunk into a hole in the floor. Marcus snapped the flogger against the shaft of his boot, and Hawk picked up a walking pace again. After one circuit around the pole, the wolf was panting hard and chewing hard at the gag. "Good, good, now let's see you trot." Marcus followed, heel plates pounding the floor, and swiftly snapped Hawk across the rump. The wolf sped up, but not enough - Marcus gave him a powerful thud with the shaft of the crop, enough to make Hawk bark into the chew-toy gag. Hawk managed to trot for a solid four circuits before his hips ached so hard he had to pause. A hard whack to his rump just made him fall over onto his side, panting hard enough to creak the harness leather. "Aww. I think puppy has had enough for now. Let me go fetch my friends, see how they like my new pet." Hawk's ears perked right up and he mumbled into the chew toy. "Yes, we are not the only ones here today. The owner of his house allows friends to use the dungeon, not to mention paying customers. Airn, help the poor thing relax." Marcus turned on his heel and clopped out of the room, the pounding steps turning into a horse-clop out in the hallway. "Here, let me take that,' Airn said, unhooking the bridle. Hawk's jaws opened and the toy fell out, drool dripping from his lips, tongue hanging out. "I bet you're thirsty." Airn patted Hawk between the ears, then walked back over to the cart. He came back with a heavy metal bowl and a bottle of water. The jackal uncapped and emptied the water into the bowl. Hawk looked up at him, then down to the bowl. After a few moments, tongue still hanging out, the wolf put on a sour face and started lapping out of the bowl. "You make a good dog. You're pretty well behaved. Some of Marcus's clients are real rotten. One of them pissed on his boots, and Marcus put him in a cage for the rest of the week," Airn talked as he stroked Hawk's back, ruffling up the short fur. The wolf paused and looked up, chin wet. "Yep. That dog wasn't very happy, at least on the outside. Oh, here they come.." Marcus clomped back into the room, back straight, nearly marching at attention. He led two others into the room. One of them dwarfed the cape dog, clad in a disturbing mass of black and green rubber gear and an apparently-custom gas mask with hoses leading to canisters on his back. Upon seeing him, Hawk bolted upright and shrank back against Airn. "Oh, Michael, take that stuff off. I don't know if he likes that sort of thing." "Fine," the figure growled, muffled by the gear. Heavy-gloved paws unlatched a neck collar and the gas mask came off, exposing a jet black-dyed tiger whose neck was nearly as big around as Hawk's waist. "This is Michael Ashton, one of Carl's business partners. This side of business, of course, not his 'day job'." "Hi there. You're a sharp pup, aren't you?" Michael rumbled, coming over to ruffle Hawk's head. The wolf shrank back again, and found himself looking at a black rubber hand, palm up. The wolf gave a cautious nose to the material, then licked at it a couple times. The tiger gave him a ruffle over the head, then stood back up. "And, of course, I think you know my other friend here today, Toryk Svarssen." Marcus held out a gloved paw, presenting who had come in behind Michael - a slender, long-haired red fox clad in renaissance poet leathers. Hawk had seen the fox before, of course, a week and a half earlier. He had handed the fox over to Alzarre, before stalking off home to sulk. The realization brought a whiff of anger at being humiliated in front of yet another fox - the third so far in his life - and then a small snap somewhere. Hawk had been deliberately avoiding any feelings, trying to simply work through what Marcus wanted so it would be over. Now, seeing Tori standing, a half-gloved paw brushing through his black hair, a carefree grin on his face... Hawk suddenly felt like he was now truly reduced to being a dog, like there wasn't any wolf left. "I see you've been training him pretty well. The famous trot circle, eh?" Michael elbowed Marcus, getting a scowl from the cape dog. The tiger crouched down with a squeak of rubber gear and picked up the black chew toy. "Oooh, is this your toy?" The tiger tossed it a few feet away. "Go get it!" Hawk looked up at the tiger, then over at the chew toy. He let out a whine and got up, walking over and crouching, then biting at the toy. He picked it up by one of the knots and came back over, sitting with it hanging out of his mouth. "Rrr, maybe he wants to play fetch," Tori said, a huge grin crossing the fox's face. Hawk growled at him. "Oh, you want to play tug!" Tori started putting some weight behind it, the wolf eventually letting go. Hawk made a face - the fox didn't fall. "Well, let's see if he wants to fetch too," Michael grabbed a flogger-less crop rod from the tool cart, and started for the door. "Here boy!" Hawk didn't know why he was doing what he was doing. All there was in reality was him being a dog. All he had to do was do what they wanted and everything would be over. He trotted over to the door and out into the hallway. Michael threw the crop down the hall, the wand clattering against the floor and skidding into the end with a clunk. Hawk took off after it, trotting as fast as he could. He picked it up eagerly, teeth clacking against it. He trotted back, sitting in front of the rubber-clad tiger, who took the crop and patted Hawk between the ears. "Good boy! You're a real nice doggie. Let's go back inside, huh?" The tiger gave Hawk a slap to the side, then headed back to the room. Hawk followed obediently. "So, is he trained to please yet?" Michael asked Marcus, as Airn fetched another bowl for the wolf. "Oh no, this isn't an obedience course. It's a series Carl wanted this dog to do." "Ahhh," The big cat hrrmed, and looked over to Hawk. "I think he'd like a little relief. Has he been hanging out all morning?" The bowl was not water - it was food. It looked exactly like dog food, and Hawk instantly set his mind to stay away from it. Airn gave him a few pets and whispered that it was a Hungarian beef stew. After a cautious bite. Hawk was convinced. He was also starving, and started to wolf it down. He barely registered that they were talking about his erection. As soon as he finished his food, Hawk sat back up and looked between the dog and wolf. "Oh, I think so. I think he enjoys this. If you'd like to play with him, you're welcome. This training is over for now, there will be more after lunch. I need a break." The tiger patted Hawk again, then crouched down on one knee. "You're a frisky boy, huh? Look at this!" Hawk's eyes went wide as the rubber-clad cat grabbed between his legs, heavy-gloved fingers closing around the half erection. The wolf whined and his cock throbbed instantly. "Yeah, you're all bothered. You'll feel better after a little fun here." Michael spit on one of his fingers, then started probing Hawk's tailhole. Wrapped in smooth rubber, the big finger pushed in without a problem. Hawk groaned and started to pant, black tongue hanging out between his teeth, black cock glistening with precum. Hawk was humiliated, and so turned on he didn't know what to do. He simply stood, despite the shuddering ache gripping over his hips and quads, the wet slap of rubber around his cock, the tiger's other paw giving him an enthusiastic fingering. The wolf's ears stood up straight, burning with heat as his climax rushed over him, long and watery jets of spunk arching out at least ten feet, slapping the floor. He huffed and groaned, then sat down as soon as the cat let him go. "Man, that's a lot. You know, you should go clean that up. If Marcus comes back and sees a big mess, he'll be pretty upset. I wouldn't go roll in it, either." Hawk looked up at the tiger, then at the seed he'd painted onto the floor. His ears wilted as he realized what he had to do. Crouching, Hawk scooted forward and licked it all up. Afterwards, he wished he hadn't ate. Michael left, Tori left, Airn wheeled the cart out. Hawk was alone for what seemed like an eternity. The passing of time was marked only by the realization he had to pee, the urgency of having to pee, the pain of having to pee and not being able to, the gut-cramping ache of holding out- Marcus came back in, preceded by Airn, who carried a chair and a black alligator suitcase. Marcus didn't stop as Airn set the chair down - the dog clopped straight up to Hawk and grabbed him by the collar. "Get up. You're not a dog anymore. You have graduated to servant wolf status." As was typical for Marcus' accent, it sounded like he was asking Hawk a question. Hawk stood up, back aching. He was taller than Marcus by several inches. "Good. Now, you must address me as Master or Sir now. You may speak, but only when I address you. Now, wolf, I'm sure you have needs you need taken care of. Speak." "I really have to go to the bathroom." Hawk hesitated on the 'Sir' and felt glove leather slap his jaw to the side. "Try that again. Speak." "Sir, I need to go to the bathroom." "Follow me." Marcus had been holding something in a paw, and clipped it around the base of Hawk's tail. "You are now fitted with a stun device, in case you decide to disobey me or try to escape. You cannot leave the dungeon with it attached or you will be reduced to less than a dog." No leash? Hawk followed the cape dog out of the room, down the hall and up several steps to the bathroom. Hawk let a few drops go before getting to the trough urinal, and just as he was going to let go, Marcus gave him a hard crack to the rump with the back of a paw. "No, you do not touch yourself." Marcus grabbed around Hawk's soft cock, aiming it. The wolf started to go hard, and tried to piss. Nothing much happened except a few squirts. "Speak your problem, wolf." "I can't, I can't... I'm getting hard, Sir." "Well. I don't think you'll be hard for very long." Marcus took something off his belt and squeezed it. The inside of Hawk's brain seemed to spin off in all directions, his tail hiking up hard and cramping for a few seconds. After it was over, he nearly fell forward into the trough. The wolf clutched at the edge, a heavy arc of piss splashing against the porcelain. He flushed from the startle, muzzle sweating. "I'm surprised you are still aroused. I hear Michael relieved you back there, and you even cleaned it up yourself. Your Master's proud. Are you done yet?" Hawk forced out the last, then stood back up. "Yes, Sir." Marcus led him back down to the training room. "It is now half-past noon. You have another three hours of training. You are going to learn a few things about what servitude feels like. Not just pleasure, but the full gamut of things a Master would ever ask. First, you will bend down and clean off your cock before you drip piss onto the floor. No hands. Up, put them up behind your head." Hawk was so busy listening he didn't notice Marcus slowly coming around, then yanking the wolf's paws up behind his neck, forcing him forward. The wolf groaned and got down onto his knees. "I said down, you're a wolf, you can bend far enough." The statement was only partly true. Hawk definitely could bend far enough, but it was far from painless. Soon, he was staring upside-down at his cockhead, wheezing and groaning. He licked and kissed at the head, sucking the last of his urine away. He knew right at that moment that everyone who had said they would never leave the house if they could suck themselves off knew nothing - it was as pleasurable as having blood drawn. "Now kneel." Hawk shifted and straightened his back, sitting backward. "Good. You must either be religious or not a stranger to this. When your Master commands you to do something, you will do it. It does not matter what it is, and this is only broken if you utter the safe word. Do you understand?" Hawk nodded. "I will not humiliate you with ridiculous requests. Instead, I will simply prove that you will do whatever I tell you." Marcus growled and snorted, then spit a wad of saliva onto the floor. "Kiss the floor, right there." Marcus pointed. Hawk's mind shifted gears from mindless dog obedience to remembering he was an actual person who was capable of independent thought. He resisted. "Is there a problem? If you don't hurry up, it will become even more unpleasant and cold." Marcus put a gloved paw on his belt and scowled. "No." "No, there is no problem?" "I'm not going to-" Hawk's brain scrambled again, his spine stiffening uncontrollably. When the sensation dropped, he was panting and in the grasp of Marcus. Not at the collar or scruff, or even between his ears - instead, it was a vet pinch. "You will clean my spit from the floor, as you are still apparently a dog." Marcus snorted again and spit hard, straight into Hawk's cranked-open mouth. It tasted like mint. Ears flat, growling to himself, Hawk crouched down and started to lap at the floor. After a few laps, he sat back up. "See? Not so terrible, and less humiliating than a dog spitting into your mouth. Imagine what other things I could have put in there instead? Good." Marcus opened his codpiece, pulling out his light sheath, stroking it until the pink length came free. "However, that in your mouth was not punishment. It was simply my right to be an ass. This is punishment. You fail to follow orders to clean up your Master's spit on the floor, you clean his piss off his boot." Marcus pointed his cock down and let out a marking shot that splashed the shaft of his boot, trickles going down the instep. Hawk looked up, scowled, and nearly got a slap to the face. He leaned down and nosed at the droplets, grunting as he licked it up. He'd never tasted someone else's piss before and assumed it would be disgusting, but it wasn't very revolting. Salty, musky, somewhat bitter. Having his face down against the boot, he got a good look at the leather, smooth and ebony, in need of a polish. "Buff off your spit with your chin, wolf." The black wolf did as instructed, rubbing his face against the instep like he was nuzzling it. "Now. You might be able to tell my boots could use a nice polishing. This is not the time for fetish kissing and licking, maybe boot-humping. I enjoy seenig that, but you'll have plenty of oppurtunity to get off later." Marcus walked over to the cart and retrieved a small box, then sat down on a chair that Airn must have brought in while Hawk was relieving himself. "I assume from how you dress while not in the care of others, that you know how to polish a pair of boots." Hawk's ears turned red inside. He took the box and opened it, taking out the polish, brush, buff rag. The cape dog meant for full service - half an hour later, the canine's boots were buffed to a spit-shine, the soles re-blacked, the heel cleaned and dyed. The wolf's muzzle was sweaty, his cock half hard and slapping between his legs. "Mmm. Good. Now go get me a cigar from the cart. Time for me to do something useful." Hawk went and looked at the cart, getting a hard crack on his rump for not saying 'yes, Master' even though he hadn't said it before. He plucked a cigar from a box on the cart, a long and substantial churchill, a startling near-black. "Cut it for me," the dog snorted, forcing Hawk to turn back and root for a cutter. "And a light." When the wolf handed the cigar to Marcus, the dog held it at an angle. Hawk flicked the lighter and helped roast the cigar. "Good, good. Now. Stand before me and tell me who it was who spilled your seed all over the floor while I was out of the room." Hawk flatted his ears back and stood before the seated dog. Marcus leaned back and blew a streamer of smoke up towards the wolf's face - Hawk recoiled as it got into his eyes, although the scent was leathery and not all that unpleasant. "Uh, it was Michael. The tiger...Sir." "Mmm. Did he tug you off or make you hump one of those big gloves he wears?" The wolf sucked in a slow breath. "He just had me stand there while he.. he jerked me off." Another low mmm, smoke curling out of the dog's bared teeth. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes.. sir. I was really horny after all... that." Hawk wanted to stare at the floor so he didn't have to admit it. Marcus reached up and forced the wolf to look at him. "So being forced to act as a dog filled up that gorgeous black cock you have, hmm? Being embarassed must do it as well, because.." Marcus grabbed for the wolf's shaft and felt along it, stroking a hide-covered thumb up the slit, leaving it glistening. "You seem to need to go off again. I think you should be on your knees now, show more of my leathers some attention, then my cock. Unlike yesterday, I don't think I'll come in your mouth. Down." Hawk sunk down to his knees with a curt "Yessir", then paused. He wasn't really sure what to do, and the dog didn't seem inclined to give any more directions. Hawk closed his eyes and simply did what he'd fantasized about. His bare fingers slid over the dog's riding boots, feeling the shafts as he leaned down and nosed the warm leather wrapping Marcus's thighs. He licked and kissed at it, then buffed away the spit with his cheek, nuzzling and stroking his way up towards the dog's bulging codpiece. He passed it by, kissing the heavy belt buckle above it, his fingers stroking up the thighs to feel over the codpiece. Marcus was clearly out of his sheat inside of it, the length curved and swollen, filling up the leather unevenly. The dog groaned when Hawk played and squeezed, puffing up a cloud of smoke, letting out a long breath. Hawk returned his muzzle downwards, kissing and sucking at the expensive leather, letting his lips tug at the codpiece, finally pulling it off. The inside stank of sex, not just the musk of arousal but the clear scent of spit and spunk. The power of the smell made Hawk snort and recoil for a moment. "Ahh, yes, I should have told you. That fox, Tori, he came over quite early this morning and had breakfast with myself and Michael. Well, his breakfast was a load of come, and he's a bit sloppy so you'll have to excuse the state of my cock. Clean it off and you won't have to deal with it." The wolf curled his tongue around it, the tang and bitter taste quickly removed, leaving only salty flesh and the insistent drool of watery precome. He had more time to contemplate the dog's cock, the torpedo-cigar shape, the way the head was slightly concave and pointed at the top instead of the underside. He let it slip out of his mouth, kissing and sucking at the dog's balls, using a thumb to tease the divot up at the head as liquid slowly pulsed out of it. "Up. And turn yourself around." "Yes, sir," Hawk quickly said, ignoring the cock and letting it go, the length quickly grabbed by one of the dog's tightly-gloved paws. Hawk did as instructed, standing just in front of the cape dog, facing away. Marcus quickly surrounded the wolf's biceps with gloved fingers, a booted leg shoving Hawk's legs apart. He pulled down hard, Hawk coughing with surprise as the pointed head of the dog's cock jabbed his tailhole, then missed and came up between his own legs. "Show me in with your own fingers." Hawk reached back, feeling for the slippery length, holding it at the right angle. The pressure against his tailhole made the wolf whine and strain, his pucker milking at the tip. "I'm tight-" Marcus's fingers and palm banged against Hawk's snout. "I did not ask you for anything. Is there a problem with my cock?" "No s-sir, it's my asshole. I'm tight, I usually need... a little help, you know?" Marcus fished in the breast pocket of his officer's shirt, withdrew a small metal vial. He shoved it up against the wolf's nose and pulled back a collar with two gloved fingers. "Breathe." The wolf took a long inhale, eyes watering at the paint thinner stench of nitrites, then let it out. His ears wilted and darkened, quickly repositioning himself with a huffed 'oh'. His tailhole opened for the canine shaft, body weight quickly forcing him down to the knot bump. Hawk's back strained, chest pushing out. "You like that, don't you? It makes you feel like a puppy, or like the omega, just there to be mounted for whatever the alpha wants..." Marcus growled, gloved fingers feeling the wolf's chest. Thumbs and index fingers found the wolf's black nipples and started to work them. "I like feeling how hot and eager it makes your asshole. Ride me, wolf. Ride your master all the way." Hawk's perceptions were a blur, purple explosion filling his vision, the slick smooth shaft sliding in and out of him, legs straining and taut as he worked up and down, then trembling and shaking from exhaustion. Marcus kept talking now and then, but he didn't pay attention, getting hit after hit of the poppers until he could sink down over the knot with a yelp, precum drool hanging from his cockhead down to the floor. With a snarl, Marcus shifted and pushed up off the chair, pumping himself forward into the wolf. He let out a low howl, a wet rush filling the wolf's tailhole. He grabbed the black shaft on the other side of the black wolf, pumping and pounding along it until seed erupted from Hawk's cock, a thick and sticky drool as the wolf nearly screamed and kicked at the floor. Hawk pulled away and grunted, legs shaking. He made his way over to the wall, grunting against it, sinking down to his haunches. "Is that all you can take?" Marcus sneered, shaking off a glove, standing with his cock hanging out of his breeches, still spitting seed. "My legs, my legs," the wolf mumbled. "I see you obviously need more training. Airn will take you to your room." The black wolf felt beaten and drained as the jackal helped him down the hallway, then into his cell-like room. Unlike the day before, Airn latched it, instructing Hawk to press a discreet red button if there was some kind of emergency. The door was locked. Hawk cared for as long as he was awake. * * * Hours later, in the dim light, the wolf came to. He felt uncomfortable, hungry and weak, upper legs so stiff he could barely move them at first. He took a few drinks from the sink, then a sighing piss, then sat back down on the bed. Bored, he fooled with the remote for the media system. There appeared to be a DVD library, along with a collection of videos. Several of the video folders were simply named. One of them said "Michael Ashton". Hawk opened it and found only dated videos. The first one was a stunning shock. It featured the tiger, dressing from a business suit down to nothing, up to a rubber uniform less fetish and more science fiction. He proceeded to torture an apparently willing victim ringtail cat, then attach breathing equipment to him and lower him into a tank of water between two metal probes. Michael then manipulated a control unit, the masked underwater figure straining and lurching, then going limp. Michael said something - Hawk had the sound nearly muted and didn't hear what it was - and the ringtail could hear, as he started to thrash and managed to loosen himself, pounding at the clear walls of the tank. The torture continued until the ringtail had managed to thrash himself out of the breathing equipment and kicked at the top of the tank, body arching and thrashing again, then simply floating up to the top. Hawk's acid stomach groaned and threatened to clmb up his throat. The tiger and an assistant quickly took the tank lid off and unceremoniously dumped the ringtail out onto the floor. Within seconds, he groaned and coughed, staggered up to his feet, and waved to the camera. The scene shifted to the cat, sitting at a table , apparently being interviewed. "Hi, my name's Alex Tureau, and I have this, this medical problem? Well, my heart can just stop, randomly, just like that. So they implanted this device in my chest, to, like, jump start me. I had quite a few near-death experiences, and I guess at some point, I started wondering what it would be like to die. I mean, my body won't let me anyway. I became fascinated with being kidnapped, drowned, strangled, anything extreme So, that's pretty much what you just saw. Here's this printout, a friend of mine's a doctor and I convinced him to loan me the monitoring unit for my IED... you can see right here, everythin goes crazy. That's the current, through the water? Yeah, Mike was looking at it... and here, everything just goes kind of flat, then zzz and I'm awake again. Isn't that nuts?" "What's it like?" "I can't explain it, it's numb and terrifying, but it makes me feel more alive." The clip ended with credits, familiar and unfamiliar names going by. Hawk wasn't sure if he should be repulsed or fascinated, but he spent the rest of his first night as a trainee watching every video he could until his eyes closed on their own.