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"Slave-039!"

A hush fell over the room. The fox, who was just called Nine or slave when alone, looked around him. All his fellow slaves were glancing his way, some worriedly, some curiously. Rarely was anyone singled out like this during the morning review.

"039, step forward."

The fox glanced up at Master Reginald. The red panda wore his finest clothes, holding a notepad in one hand, a riding crop in the other, and an imperious look on his face. The fox took two quick steps forward. Immediately the fox felt the sensation of being singled out... on display. Maybe that's what his Master had in mind? He felt himself start to stiffen inside his cock cage, which was the only thing he wore besides the collar of station around his neck.

"Master," Nine said with a small bow.

Master Reginald nodded and looked over the notes in his hand. The riding crop tapped a slow tattoo against the toe of his boots. He then turned his head to glance once in the direction of a tall collared ocelot who stood at the head of the row of slaves. "Slave-alpha tells me that you have sought a promotion to lettered."

"Yes, Master," Nine said, his breath catching slightly.

"He recommended you highly."

Nine beamed a smile, but kept his eyes respectfully downcast.

"And your fellow slaves have also put in strong recommendations. But, of course, the position of lettered is not merely a reward for good service. There are additional duties and responsibilities."

"Yes, Master," Nine repeated, the fox bobbing his head in agreement.

"Today will serve as an initial test, to see if you are ready for that. Everyone else, you are dismissed. Return to your duties."

The slaves filed out, although many of them snuck discreet thumbs-ups to Nine.

Once they were gone, Master Reginald stood, and Nine snapped to attention before his owner. "Let me show you your test. Follow."

Nine had to take quick steps to keep up with Reginald's long strides. They made their way out of the large manor house they called home and started down a narrow stone pathway. Thankfully it was a warm spring day and Nine's nakedness was no concern in the weather.

"Have you thought about the letter you'd like?"

"Huh?" The question and the fact that Master Reginald had stopped dead to ask it, nearly made the fox collide with the red panda. "I'm sorry, Master!" he said quickly.

The red panda gave him a light smile. "Your letter, 039?"

The fox flushed and was sure his Master could see it even through the deep black of his fur. "It's embarrassing..."

"Go on."

"Well, slaves are only supposed to have letters. Free people have names. And the letter I like is based on a name..."

"Oh, let me guess. Slave-nu? After Natalie?"

The slave bit his lip and nodded bashfully. Natalie Swiftlight was a poet, his favorite poet. He was infamous on the estate for raiding his Master's library at all hours just to read her work.

The red panda nodded. "Yes, that would be good for you. If you earn your letter, it will be nu."

Nine blushed even harder and fell back into step behind his Master. They didn't turn off the trail towards the dormitory where Nine and his fellow slaves lived. They didn't turn off at the barn or gardening shed or greenhouse. That left only one place, Master's business.

On the far side of the estate was a building almost as large as the manor house and it was there that Master Reginald ran his business: the buying, training, and selling of slaves like Nine. These days, most of the business of buying and selling was done online, but many things, especially with regard to training, still needed a personal touch. Nine could only wonder what his task would entail.

At the front door, Nine bowed low before the receptionists, secretaries, and other named workers who his Master employed. They all waved as he passed by. Master Reginald led Nine into a hallway and to a large room labeled "Training 4."

Inside was a large dungeon. Three windows on the far side admitted the bright early-morning sun, which gleamed off the polished leather and lacquered wood of the various bondage instruments strewn around the room in haphazard fashion. Various marble pillars dotted the room (affixed with cuffs, of course), and velvet draperies covered the otherwise unrefined concrete walls.

The only other occupant of the room besides Nine and his Master was a wolf tied to a St. Andrew's cross off to one side. It was to him that Master Reginald went and the fox padded quietly along behind.

As they got closer, Nine could see more details of the wolf. He was tall and broadly built--Nine only came up to his neck--with clear defintion in his muscles. His pelt had some flecks of dusty brown in between its darker grays and lighter whites, an effect that Nine found quite fetching. There was also a splash of reddish tinges from the wolf's shaft, which stood straight up and out from his hips, throbbing slowly in the air. The wolf didn't have a scrap of clothing on him except for the cuffs that helped bind him to the cross, a thick ball gag, and a sophisticated, possibly custom-made blindfold that would not allow even a sliver of light underneath.

"This is my job for the day," Master Reginald said suddenly, causing both the fox and wolf to start. The wolf shook nervously in his chains. The red panda held up his notepad and read through the information there. "Slave newly converted for sexual service, but according to reports, he has no self-control whatsoever. He climaxes on a hair trigger. I would take care of this myself, but there is an important meeting to attend today."

Nine had been focusing on the wolf, who was squirming and whining as Master Reginald had been talking. He only now noticed that his Master had turned to face him, all his attention on the littler fox.

"Your test, 039, is to initiate his training." He gave his wrist a twirl and the riding crop spun in his grasp, the grip now pointing towards Nine. "Take it."

The black fox stared for a moment and slowly reached up to take the crop in his hand. As soon as he had done so, his Master dropped to one knee, flourished a key that seemed to appear out of nowhere, and unlocked the cage around Nine's shaft. He felt his arousal spring to life from the touches.

"You are free to use that as necessary for the training," Master Reginald said, gesturing to the fox's cock.

"Sir, I--"

The red panda held up a hand and instantly Nine fell to silence. "039, if you wish to be lettered, then you must accept that you will have a position of authority over other slaves. Show me what you can do. You have until noon."

And with that, Master Reginald stood sharply, and walked towards the door.

"Sir, what's his number?"

The red panda paused and looked back with a grin over his shoulder. "He hasn't earned that yet." Then he swept onwards and the door shut with a click of finality behind him.

The fox chewed at his lip. His brain seemed to shut down momentarily. What should he do? He was used to taking orders, not taking command. But this was what he wanted, after all...

A whimper from the wolf broke him from his reverie. The other male shook slightly in his bindings and took a deep heaving breath.

Nine realized he did have orders to follow. Even if those orders entailed taking charge of another. He was still obeying his Master, just in a different capacity. If he thought about it that way, then this wasn't really so different than anything else he had been asked to do. It was like the times Master Reginald had asked him to service a friend of his in bed.

So the fox smiled and reached out to touch the wolf's dusty brown flank. A shiver ran through the wolf at that. "Easy there, big guy." He tried to calm the wolf down with slow caresses of his fingers through the rough pelt. He leaned in close, his muzzle just high enough that he could nestle next to the bigger male's collarbone.

Slowly the wolf's breaths deepened and the shuddering stopped. Nine took the opportunity to just explore the wolf with his hands, the way he might a new lover. He was pleased that the wolf had just as much definition in his muscles as it had appeared he had on first glance. The feeling of closeness to this handsome wolf got the fox's own desires pumping, and he felt his shaft give a throb against the rough pelt of the wolf's thigh.

In his exploration, Nine's fingers also brushed over a shaved spot of fur near the base of the spine, and a patch affixed there. "Ooh," Nine said, giggling as the wolf started to squirm more at that. "Master Reginald wants you good for a while, doesn't he?"

The patch, Nine knew, was filled with a sexual stimulant drug. The wolf could have sex all day long with ease, provided he was kept well-lubed.

"I'm guessing that's making you pretty horny too, am I right?" He pushed close, letting the wolf's shaft nestle into the soft fur of the fox's front. Nine gave a giggle as he felt the wolf's muscles start to flex and that shaft grind against him.

Nine only pondered for a second before wrapping his fingers around the shaft, which had thankfully already been lubed before he arrived. "Show me what you can do," Nine said and started to pump at a steady rhythm. Not too fast. Not too slow. Just the right tempo for keeping count.

He made it to 47 strokes before the wolfcock twitched in his fingers and cum spurted from the tip.

Master Reginald wasn't kidding, the black fox thought. As he pondered what to do next, he indulged himself, leaning in to lick up the tasty seed and clean off his hand. By the time he had finished, the wolf's shaft had started twitching again, ready for more thanks to the drugs. Nine watched it bob in the air, moving almost hypnotically. How could he train someone with so little stamina?

He wrapped his fingers around the knot in front of him and started grinding slowly over it. A tortuous, pleading whine came out of the handsome wolf. "Now, listen up," Nine said sharply, after working up the courage to be so direct. The wolf's ears snapped to attention on him and he could feel a shiver run through his supple body, like plucking a string on a guitar. "I want to help you, but you need to help me in return. You need to give me a sign when you get close. Like a bark."

The wolf looked confused, as confused as he could look with so much of his face obscured. He tried tonguing at the ball gag in his mouth and then gave a single, short "ruff."

"Just like that," Nine said, the fox suppressing a little laugh at the odd sound. "So remember, bark a moment before you hit the edge."

Then Nine wrapped his fingers around the shaft and started to stroke again, ignoring the whining and protests of the wolf. He kept count the whole while. At 45, the wolf barked, and Nine immediately let go.

Despite the fox's quick reaction, the wolf's hips bucked and the tip of his shaft dripped with thick, marbled fluid. The wolf's whine grew even louder.

"Naughty boy," Nine said as he watched the ruined orgasm drip to the floor. "That didn't feel too good, did it?"

The wolf grunted and moaned deep in his throat. His hips kept trying to grind forward against something, anything, but Nine didn't give him the touch he desperately wanted.

"From now on, if you want a proper orgasm, it will be one I choose to give you. If you try to cum without my say-so, it will feel just as disappointing as that one."

The wolf seemed almost not to hear him and was now desperately humping forward at the air, his hands clenched into tight fists around the chains that bound him. Nine stilled him with a sharp swat of the riding crop on his thigh, just the way a younger, overexcited Nine had once been stilled when he was in training. It felt weird being the one to do it, but so long as he kept focus on the orders his Master had given him, it wasn't too strange. He remembered the way slave-alpha disciplined the numbered slaves beneath him, and tried to mimic the ocelot's posture and tone of voice.

"Master Reginald told me to train you, so that's what I'm going to do," he said, letting the wolf feel the caress of the riding crop over his naked and unprotected balls. "And I will ruin every one of your orgasms until you Learn. Some. Control." He punctuated each of the last three words with a tap of the crop against the wolf's sack. "Is that clear?"

"Mm-hmm!" the wolf struggled to say past the gag.

"Good! Let's try again."

Nine started his strokes again, and it went much as it had the previous time. The wolf barked through the gag, but a moment too late, and got another ruined orgasm. The next time he held out a little longer, not being quite as close to the edge when he barked, but he still slowly, achingly slipped over the edge, his shaft drooling hot sticky seed. The third time he managed to hold back: he was squirming and desperate, but he didn't cum.

"Much better," Nine praised him, and the fox nestled into the dusty fur of the wolf's flank. As a reward, he returned to stroking almost immediately, ignoring the wolf's bark and letting him feel a full orgasm. "The next one will be harder to earn," he explained once the wolf's breathing had calmed a little.

The wolf gave a shaky nod.

The next hour was spent honing the wolf's ability to tell when he was close. Nine stroked him in different ways, but always pulled off the moment the wolf barked. The fox was quite happy with the wolf's ability to detect the edge by the time the hour was over and rewarded him with another orgasm.

But then it was time for a break. Drugs or no, the wolf needed a breather. Nine rang for some refreshments: a crackers and meat snack plate for himself, and a concentrated protein shake (complete with straw designed to fit through a hole bored in the ball gag) for the wolf. The wolf kept trying to take one sip and then get back to the business at hand, humping against the fox's pelt, but Nine was insistent. He wanted the wolf to drink down every drop and wouldn't even give him a stroke before that was done. Hydration was important, and Nine knew that if the wolf fainted on him that would be the end of his hopes to become lettered.

After they had both finished their small meals, Nine rang for a slave to come by and collect the dishes. Then the fox pulled out the bottle of lube from a nearby cabinet and started reapplying a thick layer to the wolf's shaft. The wolf seemed to enjoy the slower ministrations, only whining a little as his shaft was touched and caressed.

Nine grasped the once more slick shaft and started to stroke. "Now, let's try something a little tougher," he teased.

To the fox's delight, the other male gave an excited wag at that. There was a thought at the back of his mind that had been worrying him since he started: why didn't the wolf have a number? It was possible, although rare, for slaves to be stripped even of that. Criminals who paid for their crimes with their lifelong servitude often started without the dignity of a number. But the wolf didn't seem to be a common criminal. His pelt was far too luxurious for that. If he had been free recently, then he had to have been rich. Perhaps it was a crime like embezzlement or maybe he was a foreign spy, captured and forced to become a slave for his crimes against the country. Nine giggled a bit as he thought about the possibility. But the wolf's impatient hip-grind brought the fox's attention back to the cock in front of him.

Nine started stroking fast, waiting for the bark, but when it came, Nine didn't let go. He kept a firm grasp on the shaft just above the knot. Muscles strained and the wolf pushed into that touch, but Nine tapped the riding crop against his balls. "Ah, ah, ah," he chided, again mimicking slave-alpha's deeper tone of voice. "Be still."

Nine tried to soothe the wolf as he had earlier when feeding him the shake, with one hand stroking through the fur of his chest. It seemed to work, and the wolf calmed. Nine smiled as he felt the other male try to press closer, not with his hips, but with his body, as if cuddling while bound tight to the cross.

Nine squeezed the shaft in his hand, earning a muffled wurfle from the wolf. He pumped up and down over the length, while his ear was pressed to the male's flank, as if he could hear the moment he would approach orgasm. The wolf was clearly doing his best to hold back, but before long barked into the gag again.

But the fox kept his hand stroking, although the speed of the pumps was almost nothing. The wolf, seemingly surprised by the continuing attention, strained at his bonds.

"Be still," Nine warned again, tapping the riding crop against the wolf's inner thigh.

That calmed him down for a moment, but then he barked sudden and sharp. Nine, guessing what was about to happen, let go completely and watched as another ruined orgasm overtook the bigger male.

The fox watched the thick strand of fluid that now tethered the wolf's cocktip to the floor and an idea came to him. He cut the thread of fluid with a finger and gathered up the tasty-looking seed on his fingers. But rather than sampling it himself, he reached up and held it in front of the wolf's snout.

The wolf's wet nose twitched once as he took in the scent, and then his head turned sharply to the side.

"Don't be like that," Nine chided. "Head forward."

The wolf did his best to shake his head without facing the fox.

"Head. Forward." Nine tapped the wolf's balls again.

A loud whine split the air, but still he didn't move.

Nine momentarily wondered if there were other discipline issues his Master hadn't mentioned. He had thought that his Master's order to "initiate the wolf's training" meant only training his sexual discipline, not his general obedience. Again, Nine hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

He had to focus on what his Master's orders were. That was what he had to obey, whether he was a numbered slave or a lettered slave. Slave-alpha had the same overall duty that Nine did, just with more responsibility over others. Nine wanted that responsibility. He understood what it meant. But at the same time, he had never been able to exercise it. He was unprepared for the amount of choice he had. He was so used to working within narrowly confined orders.

He didn't allow himself to panic. It was something he had to get used to like everything new. He thought of slave-alpha. He thought about how the ocelot would handle this situation if he was in Nine's position and Nine was in the recalcitrant wolf's position.

Nine's fingers curled tighter around the crop and he brought it down in a quick, but not harsh slap against the wolf's cock. The male yipped and jerked back in his bonds, but there was nowhere to go.

"Head forward," Nine repeated, trying to keep his voice soothing instead of harsh. "I won't stop until you obey." The fox twirled the crop in his fingers, tapping it up and down along the wolf's thickly-pelted inner thighs. He felt the wolf's body tense as the taps grew close to his tender parts and give two sharp jerks as the crop's blows, light though they were, landed on the wolf's balls again.

Nine was true to his word: he didn't stop. The wolf began to struggle and pant. His head swung all the way from the left to all the way to the right, but didn't hold forward as Nine had commanded.

After the fifth swat to his balls, the wolf let loose piteous whine and turned his head around at last. Nine smiled and dropped the crop to his side, while rubbing his cum-covered fingers around the back-side of the ball-gag. "Lick it clean," he commanded.

When the wolf again whined and didn't immediately obey, Nine reached around his hips and delivered two, much harder, swats to the exposed rear. The wolf jerked and whined deep and low in his throat, not stopping the noise even as he pulled the seed off the ball-gag.

Nine smiled and reached back down to rub over the wolf's length. "That's better. Are you going to disobey again?" he asked.

The wolf gave a whine.

Nine caressed over the wolf's length with the riding crop. "Are you going to disobey again?" he repeated.

The wolf suddenly was shaking his head no.

"Good. Then let's get back to it."

Nine brought him up to the edge again and, as he did last time, slowed but did not stop his stroking. The wolf shivered and bucked in his bonds. He let out yips and yelps through the gag. "I'm not stopping," Nine reminded him. "You have to hold back."

The wolf squirmed in the fox's erotic grip. His tail was swinging from side to side, possibly to keep his mind off of the desire to thrust. Nine ran his free hand up the belly and chest of the wolf, admiring the way those powerful muscles were pulled taut in his attempts to not climax.

The wolf managed to hold off a whole minute before barking frantically into the gag and earning another ruined orgasm.

This time though, a growl echoed through the wolf's throat.

Nine was initially taken aback. But he had a job to do for his Master. "I hope that isn't directed towards me."

Two lupine ears shot up in surprise, and the wolf swung his head from side to side.

Nine internally relaxed. He put a hand on the wolf's chest and teased his claws through the pelt. "Towards yourself then?"

The wolf's head hung low and gave a small nod.

His fingers found one of the wolf's nipples under the pelt, and swirled around the areola. "You're doing well," he said, trying to be both stern but encouraging. Slave-alpha had somehow perfected the tone. "It takes a long time to get really good at delaying your orgasm, but you've made good progress so far today."

The wolf tried to seek out the top of Nine's head. The fox raised himself up on tiptoes and pressed his forehead in against the wolf's snout. Nine let him do his best to blindly nuzzle and returned the affection with licks along the wolf's jawline. "Ready to try again?" he asked, his voice quieter than it had been.

The wolf pulled his head back and nodded.

Nine had to giggle at the look of intense concentration on the wolf's face. He wrapped one hand around the wolf's cock and started stroking. He started at a gentler pace this time, enjoying the sensation of the wolf moving his hips to meet his hand. When he barked to let Nine know he was close, the fox felt the entire body of the wolf tense up, but the fox kept working over that slick length in slow teasing strokes.

After a few minutes, the fox could feel the momentary lapse in concentration. The wolf's muscles relaxed for a single moment and then jerked in the sudden, sharp rhythmic contractions of orgasm. Nine let go before that could happen, but he felt even more than he heard the great heaving sigh in the wolf.

"Try this," Nine said to help keep the wolf's spirits up. He reached between the wolf's thighs and ran a finger along the wolf's taint, teasing just behind his balls. "Feel that?"

The wolf gave a pleasurable shudder and gave a muffled "mm-hmm" from around the gag.

"Try bearing down on that, tightening that muscle."

The wolf took a few tries but soon did as the fox had directed.

"That works best for me. And it's much easier to hold that then trying to tense up your entire body."

The wolf tried it on their next attempt, and this time made it almost seven minutes. The next time he made it to ten. Nine interrupted any further attempts because he knew it was time for a break. The wolf was panting into his gag, and even after being rehydrated, Nine could tell he was starting to wear out. He wouldn't have much longer and there was still one more thing he wanted to try.

As he pulled the straw out of the ball gag, he patted the wolf's chest. "Slave?"

The wolf's ears perked.

"There's something we should do before we are finished, but it requires getting you into a different position. Are you going to obey everything I say to the letter?"

An ear dipped unsurely, but the wolf nodded.

Nine rewarded the wolf with a few strokes of his cock. "Good. Then don't move when I release you, except to let your arms down by your sides."

Nine had to climb up a step of the ladder behind the cross in order to reach the wolf's outstretched wrists. He released them one at a time, watching carefully as the wolf lowered the arms to rest at his side. When Nine knelt down to release his ankles too, the wolf started to move towards resting them beneath him, but seemed to realize halfway there that he had not been permitted to do that, so extended them back out. "Good slave," Nine murmured under his breath.

When he was done, Nine took a step back and just admired the wolf with his dusty brown pelt. He was still holding his legs apart, but the arms at his side were stiff, as if he wasn't sure what exactly to do with them.

Nine smiled and gave a series of rapid fire commands. "Arms behind your back. Cross your wrists over your tail. Hold your head high. You can stand up naturally now. Oh, and keep that tail up!"

The wolf's ears twitched at each order, but he hurried to obey. That was, until Nine ordered him to take a step forward. The wolf's leg lifted and hovered uncertain in midair.

It took a moment for Nine to remember that the wolf was blindfolded. "You have to trust me," he said firmly. "I won't hurt you. Now step forward."

The wolf took a moment to balance himself, then stepped out as commanded.

"Again."

Another tentative step.

Slowly, Nine guided the wolf forward to a stockade on the other side of the room. Much as the fox would have enjoyed watching the wolf try (and likely fail) to position himself blindly into the stockade, Nine took control and helped the wolf to kneel and lower his neck and wrists to lie across the divots, before lowering the top bar of the stockade and locking him into place. Then he gently teased over the wolf's tender shaft.

"There's one more lesson you should work hard to achieve: not climaxing before your Master unless otherwise permitted."

He felt a shiver run through the wolf's spine at those words and the tail curled down between his legs.

"Tail up!"

It snapped back into place over his back, but with a whine.

Nine pet over the wolf's shapely rump. "I'm going to fuck you," he said. "And I want you to treat that like I was your Master fucking you. Which means you cannot cum until I have." This time, it was the fox who was quivering in anticipation. He had been feeling the urge to rut ever since his Master had removed his cock cage, but Nine had done his best to focus on the task at hand. And here was the perfect opportunity to relieve his need and further the wolf's training. Why else had Master Reginald removed his cage if not so he could fuck?

Nine stepped between the wolf's outstretched legs. His own length was hard and starting to drip in the air without him needing to touch it. He brought the bottle of lube with him and squirted some over his length and another dab onto the wolf's tailhole. The wolf moaned louder than he had at any time before as Nine prodded gently at the hole and pushed the lube in and around it.

Once they were both ready, Nine leaned forward over the wolf's body, his chest against the rough fur of the wolf's back. He felt the heat of the wolf against the warmth of his own shaft, which only served to increase his libido further. But he wanted to really put the wolf to the test. He reached around with a dab of lube on his hand and started jerking the wolf hard and fast, only stopping when he heard a bark.

Without waiting for the wolf to recover, he pushed the tip of his shaft to the wolf's pucker and eased himself in. The wolf was tight but yielding. Nine felt the warm, slick hole wrap around him and his toes curled in delight. His tail wagged hard behind him and he pushed in harder until he hilted against his knot.

A muffled "mmmf!" came from the wolf as Nine's tip prodded against his prostate.

"Hold it," Nine said. "Remember your training."

The wolf shook a little in his stocks. He grunted and whined, but Nine could feel him tensing to hold back from orgasm. This had the added benefit of making him clench even tighter around Nine's shaft, much to the fox's delight. He churred in pleasure, wrapped his arms around the wolf's torso and began to thrust.

Nine relished the way the wolf jerked and clenched down every time he pushed in deep. The warm, slick hole felt like it was trying to milk the seed right out of him and the fox was half tempted to let it. He chuckled and gave several hard thrusts. It was clear to him, though that the wolf's concentration was faltering, and if he thrust much more, the wolf would cum just from the prostate stimulation.

"You know, slave," he said with a chuckle, "I'm very proficient at holding back my orgasm. I could do this for hours."

The wolf whined and tried to pull his hips away.

"But I think you've earned a treat, if you can last a few more minutes. Can you do that, slave?"

The encouragement worked. He felt the broad chest expand as a deep breath was taken and heard the stocks jiggle as the wolf nodded.

"Good slave."

Nine sat upright and gripped the wolf's tailbase in one hand. He started thrusting deep and hard, hips slapping against the tight muscles of the wolf's thighs, eyes closed to enjoy the sensation of that tight ring running up and down along his length. He gave in to the pure bliss of fucking. His pace quickened. His breathing turned to panting. His shaft twitched and throbbed within the confines of the wolf. He could feel the instinct tugging at the back of his mind each time his knot pressed against that ring, begging with him to go a little farther.

He normally ignored that instinct and did whatever Master Reginald or his guests wanted. But this time he gave in. The fox opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out as he pressed forward and didn't pull back. He felt the wolf wriggle as his knot started to stretch him, and then, with a slick pop, he slipped in. He didn't resist as the tight ring clenching at the base of his knot made an orgasm build within him. His shaft jerked and he felt contentment crash over his body like a wave. His hips quivered as his balls drained their load into the wolf.

But his work wasn't over. He reached around the wolf and started to stroke. His partner whined and barked quickly, but Nine paid it no mind. He eagerly pushed the wolf past the point of no return and kept stroking even as the over-excited wolf howled at the strength of his own orgasm.

Then he collapsed onto that muscled back, panting into the fur. For several minutes he just held the wolf close and let his wits return. When they did, he pulled out and freed the wolf form the stockade. He left him with the ball-gag and blindfold on, but otherwise spent the remainder of the morning cuddling with the wolf. Thanks to the drug, the wolf's erection or desire never truly went away, but he seemed content to do no more than a little grinding against the fox's thigh.

At noon on the dot, Master Reginald swept back into the room. Nine immediately hopped up to attention, offering his Master's riding crop back with a slight bow, but the wolf, blindfolded as he was, stayed put on the floor.

The red panda stood before them both, regarding them with a narrow, appraising eye. "How did he take to the training, slave-039?"

Nine deepened his bow at being directly addressed. He went over in detail everything that had happened, being sure to praise the other slave's improved skill.

Master Reginald took this all in and then leaned over to pull the gag and blindfold off the wolf. Nine was struck at how roguishly handsome the face underneath was. There was a sharpness and directness to his eyes that Nine hadn't expected to see.

"Well, Donovan," Master Reginald said, addressing the wolf directly, "how did my slave do?"

But whatever response was drowned out from a sudden shriek from Nine. "D-D-Donovan!? He's named?" The crop clattered out of his hands in shock.

The wolf burst out laughing and even Master Reginald looked like he was having trouble keeping a straight face. "I did tell you he had no number, 039."

The fox had trouble keeping his thoughts in order. "But he... But I..."

Master Reginald gripped Nine's shoulder, and the fox immediately felt himself be grounded. His world shrunk down to the understanding that he was a slave and this was his Master, and he only needed to obey. "You did exactly what I commanded you to do," the red panda said, "which also happens to be exactly what my friend Donovan wanted."

The wolf sidled up to the fox and licked his cheek. "I've always had a desire to submit, but it never felt quite right playing with other free people. They always wear kid gloves with me. They never push me the way I want to be pushed, the way you did."

Nine blushed hotly in his ears. "But I would never have treated a named like that. I... I disrespected you."

The wolf chuckled. "No, you gave me exactly what I wanted. And obeyed your Master to the letter."

Master Reginald squeezed Nine's shoulder. "And I expect you to be able to perform that service for him again at any time. Especially if you earn your letter."

Nine's whiskers trembled at the thought, but before he could say anything, Master Reginald continued. "So, Donovan, how did he do?"

The wolf worked his jaw for a moment. It must have been sore holding the ball gag for so long. "Well, can't say as I've ever tasted my own cum before. And my balls are going to be smarting for a week."

The red panda nodded. "Worth it?"

"Absolutely!"

Master Reginald smiled. "Very good. Slave-039, you have other duties to attend to."

"Y-yes, Master!" He picked up the crop he had dropped and offered it back.

"Actually..." Donovan drawled out. "These drugs aren't supposed to wear off for a few hours still. Could I keep him for a little while longer?"

Master Reginald picked the crop up and considered. "Very well. And slave-039... I will be taking your promotion to lettered under serious advisement now."

Nine was blushing all the while as his Master left, and then turned to Donovan, bowing to the wolf. "What would you like, sir?"

"This." He kissed the fox deeply. "And maybe for you to show off what else you can do."

Nine studied the wolf. He knew what was being asked of him. He worked up his courage and pushed the wolf down onto his back, straddling his chest. "All right," he said, waggling his half-hard shaft above the wolf's muzzle. "Then let's work on your oral skills."