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The first clang of metal sounded distant. The wolf frowned in his sleep, but it wasn't until it rang louder that he was pulled away from the blissful state of unconsciousness.

"It's wake-up time!"

The voice made the gray-furred wolf's ears lower before his brain was even fully functioning. He lifted his head and let out a short grunt, but a certain urgency washed over him as he came to. The wolf moved his aching limbs to start to get up. Or, at least, as much 'up' as he could get.

Light flooded his eyes making him have to squint. Before he had to look, being the wolf he was, he gave the air one quick sniff and already knew who was standing before him. His scent was unmistakable. Through the iron bars that made the tiny cage he was kept in, Sleth could see his hooves. The thick black cloth that covered his cage through the night had been lifted. A pair of hands appeared from above to push a key into the large lock on the cage's door. The metal that made the top of the cage was solid black, as was its flooring, where he had to lie and sleep. When the wolf finally managed to get up to all fours, he still had to keep his head low to avoid bumping it against the ceiling. The metal prison was barely tall enough for him to stand on all fours and its width wasn't any better. Sleth's shoulders touched the bars on both sides just on all fours as he was.

"Day two hundred and seventy..." the wolf thought as he waited for the cage to be opened, but then a small moment of panic overcame him. Two hundred and seventy what? Was it really seventy? He had to think for a moment. Seventy... six? He wasn't too sure, but he went with it. He had to keep counting them. He couldn't forget. He couldn't.

"Sleep well, pup?" He asked it as the rusty hinges of the cage door squeaked. Sleth crawled towards freedom with eagerness even despite what he knew awaited him outside. The wolf absolutely loathed the tiny cage. He 'sat' down on his knees outside and stretched his aching muscles as best as he could. His belly rumbled with hunger as he did, too.

Sleth decided not to say anything in response. The lack of an answer by itself brought a snort to him as he stood by the wolf's side, but was ultimately ignored as he leaned forward to clip the black leash he was holding to the wolf's leather collar. The "storage room", as they called it, was just a windowless concrete room with a single lit lamp hanging from the ceiling. Other cages, some smaller and some larger than his own, were spread around. All of them were covered with the same thick black cloth, but no sound came from any of them. Either their occupants were already out or they knew better than to make themselves noticed. Probably the latter. The wolf kept his head and eyes low staring at those hooves, but when a hand came to give his head a demeaning little pet, he looked up.

Summer was a goat. He had all the telling traits. A pair of horns over his head that angled backward, two large ears right below them and even a bit of a goatee right below his furry chin. He wore a pair of thin-looking glasses that stood perfectly upright over his large snout and a t-shirt that made his status inside that hellish facility abundantly clear for everyone. It was plain white and it had the word 'TRAINER' written in large letters across his chest. Sleth was pretty sure that 'Summer' wasn't even close to the goat's real name, but it was the only one he'd been given.

Besides that, the goat wore nothing else. The wolf, on all fours as he was, stood almost at eye level with the goat's furry, hanging balls and sheath. Sleth turned his muzzle away from them, even if subtly. Seeing a male wearing a shirt and no pants like that would have stricken him as weird once, but by then he had grown used to it. He had been forced to. Who was he to say anything about that anyway? The wolf himself wore absolutely nothing. He had the black leather collar around his neck, two pairs of smooth rubber mittens locked around each one of his paws and another heavy set of leather bands locked between his thighs and legs forcing them to stay bent. He couldn't stand up like a regular person even if he wanted to. And it had been so long since he had...

"So quiet today, doggie. What is it? Need me to take you to mark your territory?" The goat let out another snort, then brought a hoof up to touch and tease between the wolf's legs. His ears dropped down right away with discomfort. The last piece of gear the wolf wore was made of something sturdier than just leather. The metal chastity cage had a small ring that went around the wolf's balls, pulling them up and leaving them taut for that hoof to tease. It fit over his furry sheath in a very snug manner as if it had been made for his exact measures. Sleth wasn't entirely sure it wasn't. The unrelenting metal had just one small hole at the tip to allow him to piss through it, but any... other kind of reaction was completely off the table.

"No, sir," the wolf said with a sigh. He never ever looked forward to the humiliating experience of being walked around the bushes of the courtyard with Summer staring at him while he was forced to lift his leg and piss like a feral dog. The wolf usually held back as much as he could on that regard.

"Let's get going, then. Today's a big day for you." Summer's smirk didn't vanish as the goat gave the leash a small tug and took a step towards the door. The wolf crawled by the goat's side, but he stared up at Summer with a fearful expression. Big day? What could that mean? He had learned to be afraid of surprises in that place.

Past the heavy metal door of the storage room, they went down the main hallway. Several other metal doors were present here and there, but Sleth didn't know what was behind those. He didn't really want to know. The wolf kept his head low, but he couldn't avoid glancing at the others as they walked past them.

They passed by a large bull wore the same "TRAINER" shirt as Summer, but he at least had the decency to wear a set of leather pants. He led a small fox by a leash much like he was being led, but the fox didn't enjoy the same freedom he did. Sleth knew he was a fox because he had seen him around before, but the full latex bitchsuit that he was wearing hid every inch of his fur beneath the shiny black latex. He seemed to have trouble keeping up with the bull due to the hood around his head keeping him blind.

Just before they reached the courtyard, Sleth was able to peek into another simple concrete room with its door open in time to see a large, leather-clad horse cracking the whip down on a... dog? Wolf? Sleth couldn't tell because he too was clad in a rubber suit that covered everything except for his furry rump up that was up in the air towards the door. He looked canine, at least. The poor victim was bound to some contraption, that much was obvious. His fur was black and his bushy tail was tied to something else, probably his collar, to be kept up as the whip hit his bare rear. Sleth cringed at the sight but hurried to keep crawling past it. He had never been in that particular room and he prayed he never would be.

As they reached the outside, Summer took in a deep breath by his side. The sunlight hit the wolf's bare, gray fur and he was kind of thankful to be led towards the artificial grass. Crawling over concrete was hell on his knees. When the goat took him for extended walks or 'exercising' he at least had the decency of giving him knee pads. Not that that made crawling like a feral dog everywhere any better.

The courtyard itself was wide. It was surrounded by tall, smooth concrete walls with an electric fence on the top. Other doors also led to the inside of the facility, but Sleth had never been through them either. For someone that had been stuck in that place for almost a whole year, he knew little to nothing about it. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he was still in his country. Summer spoke perfect english, but he had heard other trainers and... 'trainees' speaking other languages or with accents.

"Are you ready for your morning training routine, pup?" The goat stopped near one of the plain concrete benches and turned towards him. He had a bag set over it. The wolf just nodded with his ears still folded back.

"I want to hear you say it. C'mon, don't make me have to start the day with a punishment..." The goat's tone was playful, but the wolf's ears still fell back further anyway. He knew from experience that Summer actually meant it.

"Yes, sir. I'm ready to start my morning training, sir!" The wolf felt embarrassed just saying that, but he wouldn't dare disobey. Summer looked pleased.

"Good boy. Now, sit!" The goat ordered him exactly as one would a feral dog. Sleth himself had done that to his own dog before he had been... caught. The wolf, however, 'sat' down as a dog would. On his haunches, butt against the grass, mittened hands on the ground in front of him.

"Good boy!" the goat cooed. Summer reached into his bag and brought up a small treat. The crunchy type made exactly for feral dogs. Sleth's ears perked up seeing it and the wolf licked his lips. The humiliation of being fed literal dog food was still there within him, but by then that was heavily dwarfed by the fact that those dog treats were pretty much the only thing they gave him to eat at all for most days.

It had already been three days since Summer had allowed Sleth to dig into a dog bowl filled with dog kibble. It had tasted as awful as it always did but to the wolf's rumbling belly... food was still food.

"Beg!" The goat ordered, smiling. Summer always had fun doing that, the wolf could tell. Dutifully, Sleth raised his mittened paws up to his chest as a begging dog would. The goat's smile widened.

"Gooood boy," he cooed again. The goat brought the small treat to the wolf's muzzle so he could gobble it up. As soon as he got the treat into his maw, however, Sleth made a face. It felt wet over his tongue and it tasted a little... sour? It was somewhat familiar, but not pleasant. The wolf swallowed it but looked up at the goat.

"Ah, I see you caught a hint of my special treat? That's just a... vitamin. Yeah, let's call it that. I doused 'em in it to make sure you stay nice and eager for me today." The goat's tone was very suggestive. Summer winked down at him, which worried the wolf greatly, then lowered his eyes down towards the wolf's waist. Sleth followed the goat's gaze downwards to... his cage? And then it hit him. The goat let out a little laugh at the wolf's expression of surprised realization.

He recognized the taste. It was that awful thing the goat made him drink a few times during punishment. The drug that made him unbearably horny. It was how the wolf judged Viagra must have been. If it was ten times stronger. The wolf spat down at the grass immediately while swearing he was already feeling a little hot inside despite how little of it he had eaten. As soon as he did, the goat's hand came to slap his muzzle.

"Bad dog!" Summer chastised him. Sleth's ears flew downwards. "You'll eat whatever the heck I feed you. Is that understood?"

The wolf looked up at him with pleading eyes. He had a faint instinct to talk back and refuse, but the simple sight of the goat frowning down at him was enough to make his heart beat faster with a familiar dread of punishment. Lowering his gaze, Sleth nodded.

"Yes, sir," the wolf said in a defeated tone. Summer went right back to smiling with satisfaction.

"Good," the goat said as he reached into his bag to take another treat. "Now, play dead!"

Sleth threw himself back on the grass and went still. The goat laughed. As they went through the usual routine, Sleth felt his face burning with embarrassment just like he always did. Summer made him roll, sit again, pretend to chase his own tail and even do a little dance as a feral dog would. If they could dance. Each time the wolf complied he was rewarded with another dog treat doused in the same sour drug he dreaded. With how hungry he was the wolf chose not to think about the effects and just enjoy them while he could.

By the time Summer had him back at his begging position Sleth could definitely feel it. His ears were folded back and his muzzle semi-open so he could pant. Everything felt hot under his fur, but most of all, his dick felt like it was on fire. The wolf could feel his member straining hard against the steel cage and even the discomfort of how awful it felt wasn't enough to make him go soft again like it usually would. The wolf swore he could feel his furry balls churning. They felt heavy with all the seed stored and begging to get out.

"I have to admit, pup, I absolutely love that begging glint on your eyes." Summer picked another dog treat up and held it up in the air. Sleth shifted a little. On his knees like that and with his dick straining his chastity cage, his balls were pulled forward to sit right between his legs. The wolf was just so incredibly horny. He'd give the world to have that cage taken off of him. Sleth trembled while holding the begging position. Summer kept looking at him as if expecting him to ask for exactly that and God, he wanted to. He really, really, really wanted to. Sleth knew better, though.

The last time he had asked to have the cage taken off had been about four months ago. Even risking punishment, the wolf had had too much. He had asked, then begged to have the cage removed. The ungodly thing had been put on him on his first week on that unknown facility and never taken off since. Summer, however, had not taken it well. When the goat brought out the tiny key that would certainly fit the tiny padlock that hung right beneath the wolf's balls, he had felt so relieved! The goat, however, explained that asking for that was strictly forbidden. As punishment for doing so, Summer had forced the wolf to swallow the tiny key to his freedom. According to the goat, there were only two spare keys to that lock. He explained that each time the wolf asked to be freed from the cage before it was time for it to happen, he would be made to swallow the next key. In short, he had to be a 'good boy' if he ever wanted to feel free again.

Summer waved the treat up in the air for the wolf. The goat then pointed down at his own crotch.

"Lick," the goat ordered. Sleth did his best to try to keep how much he disliked that from his expression. The wolf stared at the goat's furry sheath and balls for a moment, then scooted closer still on his knees, begging position kept and pressed his muzzle forward.

The sharp scent of the goat's musk assaulted his sensitive nose. It wasn't was a strong, masculine scent, especially for a canine with a good nose. Sleth frowned but powered through. He extended his tongue out and started lapping at Summer's balls. The taste was just as bad for the canine, but the relaxing sigh that came from above him followed by the goat's paw petting him told him that his trainer was pleased.

"Good boy." The goat offered him the treat, which Sleth picked up and swallowed before continuing the work. He knew he wasn't supposed to stop until told to.

"So, pup," the goat continued while still petting him, "can you guess why today is such a big day for you?"

Sleth didn't stop licking the goat's balls. It was humiliating, to say the least, but he knew from experience that the goat's hand wasn't over his head just for idle petting. His eyes shot up towards Summer with mild confusion.

"No, sir," Sleth answered between licks. He could see the goat's cock growing out of his sheath right in front of his eyes.

"As of today, you have official clearance to be sold." The goat's smirk turned into a grin. The wolf's licking slowed down for a moment as the information sunk in. Sleth could see that Summer was watching his reaction closely.

"Sold?!" The wolf felt his heart beating faster. That wasn't the first time he heard mention of such things, but he never dared think that he would be sold to someone else like... like a thing. A quick slap on the top of his head quickly followed his question, though. Summer frowned.

"No speaking out of turn. Dogs don't speak." The hand over the wolf's head suddenly gripped a patch of his fur making the wolf grunt with a little pain. His head was then shoved back against the goat's balls, nose pressed against them. Fearful, Sleth quickly went back to lapping at them at a faster pace.

"See, this is the kind of thing that makes me think you're not quite ready to be out in the world yet. As your trainer, I have the final word on whether you're ready or not." Summer was quickly back to looking pleased as he explained the details. The wolf, on the other hand, looked more and more worried. His ears were glued down against his head in apprehension. He glanced up at the goat again with a hundred questions and a thousand objections going through his mind, but he still limited himself to dragging his tongue through the goat's balls.

"I also get a hell of a say on your price," the goat continued. "You see, you really, really don't want to get a low price rate. The masters that shop for cheap pets are usually the types that are looking for slaves that are more of the, hmm... 'disposable' type."

The look of sheer fear that appeared on the wolf's face made Summer grin. With the fur of the goat's balls already wet with wolf saliva, his cock was standing at full hardness right above it. It rubbed against the wolf's muzzle while he continued to lap at the goat's nuts.

"I gotta say... things aren't looking so well for you, pup. You don't have any muscles to show off, no pretty fur colors." The goat's arm over the wolf's head slid down to squeeze at his arm that indeed did not have any visible muscles. "You're not bad to look at, but you ain't nothing special either. No special skills, not the best attitude. You're not that tall, nor are you exactly big in... other ways." As he said that, Summer gave him another smirk. His hooved foot came up to give the wolf's cage a small poke. "Not that it really matters when no one can see it anyway. Some masters like their pets uncaged, though."

Sleth felt fear rising within him as the goat spoke. What exactly had he meant by 'disposable'? Deep down, the wolf thought he knew, but he didn't want to think about that. Was that his fate? To be bought by someone else and continue to be a slave? Then again, if someone else bought him maybe he'd be taken somewhere else. Somewhere that didn't look like a maximum security prison that perhaps he could escape from. Perhaps the person that bought him would treat him better, too. As awful as belonging to someone else sounded the simple mention that some 'masters' liked pets without chastity cages had a tingle of excitement growing inside the wolf. With how horny he was feeling he felt like he could endure a lot if it also meant he could wrap his paw around his cock. That he could feel his red dick growing erect again. Squeeze his own knot, stroke himself, feel an orgasm...

"Hey, are you listening?" Another twist on the fur of his head had Sleth's wandering mind snap back to the real world. He hadn't even noticed he had closed his eyes. Below him, the grass was tinged in white from all the precum that was leaking from the tip of his chastity cage. Sleth felt so incredibly horny. He did, however, quickly nod towards the goat to indicate he was even if he hadn't been.

Another thought occurred to him. What if he ended up with someone even worse than Summer? He had seen some really awful things done to other slaves around the facilities and, though the goat had punished him a lot, there were still lines he hadn't crossed. Wouldn't anyone that bought people from a facility that awful probably be awful too?

"Let's move on," Summer said, cutting the wolf's line of thought. The goat pushed the wolf's muzzle away from his cock and balls and Sleth immediately took the hint to stop licking. The goat then carefully placed the dog treat he had been holding right on his hard member.

"Lick, pup. Better do a good job. Get me in a good mood, yeah?" Summer gave him a sly smile while pointing at the treat sitting over his cock.

Sleth steeled himself. He gave the goat a nod, then advanced. With his tongue, he lapped up the treat from the goat's member and swallowed it, then continued the job of polishing the goat's cock with his tongue.

"Mmm... nice. I want that dick glistening with wolf drool before we finish." The goat's hand slid down behind his neck to give his fur a few scritched in appreciation.

Sleth got to it. With renewed fear, the wolf ignored the musky taste of cock as best as he could and made sure his tongue covered every inch of the goat's cock over and over again. When made to suck the goat off Sleth usually avoided precum, but this time the wolf lapped up every drop that came from the goat's tip. He even held back from frowning at the salty taste.

Every now and then Summer would pick up another treat and place it over his cock for the wolf to lap up again. Each one had the same sour taste of that drug and each time he did, the wolf could feel his own arousal rocketing up. With so much at stake the wolf held his begging position, but even with his paws locked in mittens, he felt an incredible urge to just rub his cage. Grind against it. He was so horny that he swore he would be able to cum from that alone, cage and everything.

The goat was clearly enjoying it too. He had no reservations about letting out light moans and groans of pleasure. Sleth would give anything to have his own dick licked like that. He could see the goat's cock pulsing rapidly and how precum came more and more often as the goat trailed closer to the blissful orgasm the wolf himself hungered for. The goat had him licking his cock far past the point of it being covered with wolf saliva. Finally, when Sleth's maw was already starting to ache from all the licking, Summer let out a grunt and then his hand came to push the wolf away from his cock.

"Maw open. Present," the goat ordered. Sleth's ears fell down and his face felt hot again, but with obedience, the wolf opened his muzzle wide and stuck his tongue out right in front of the goat's cock. Summer's hand came down to rapidly start stroking himself.

The goat moaned with pleasure above him. He stepped forward and had the tip of his cock sitting right inside the wolf's open maw, over his tongue. With a few more strokes, Summer let out a long, drawn-out groan of pleasure. Sleth closed his eyes but stood perfectly still even as he felt the first thick, gooey jet of cum coming to pool over his tongue.

"Don't... swallow. Hold," Summer ordered through the groans of pleasure of his orgasm. Despite having to hold still while his maw was filled with another man's cum, Sleth's cock was still desperately trying to harden inside his cage. He could almost feel how good it must have been to have an orgasm like that. A little string of goat spunk dripped down the side of his muzzle, so he closed it a little more around the throbbing cock to keep it all in as he had been ordered.

By the time Summer retreated his pulsing shaft from the wolf's muzzle Sleth's eyes were watering from the strong taste of the large load of cum sitting over his tongue. As soon as the goat's cock retreated he closed his muzzle to keep it all in, but his ears were flat and his face hot with shame over what he was doing. The goat took his sweet time stroking himself through the last bit of his orgasm and letting the final drops of cum fall down on the grass. Only then did he look down at the wolf still holding his spunk inside his maw.

"Good boy. You might just be worth something decent after all." The goat's praise came with a small ruffle of his head fur. That ruffle became a tight grip, though, and then the goat pulled him forward so that he could use the fur of the wolf's muzzle to dry the last remnants of cum and drool from his spent cock. Sleth let out a small grunt and resisted the urge to spit all the cum out. Summer reached into his bag and picked up three more small dog treats.

"You're such a good boy. Who's a good pup? Who is?" The goat's cooing only had the wolf's embarrassment burning hotter. "How do you like the taste? You better get used to it. Swish it around a little for me."

Sleth looked at the goat with pleading eyes for a moment. He then proceeded to swish the goat's cum back and forth around his muzzle a few times. The goat grinned with satisfaction while the wolf's eyes became wet again with the strong taste.

"Good, isn't it? Isn't that even better than a treat? Now, open up. Show me. Don't swallow and don't let it drip out." The goat's orders were clear, so Sleth hesitantly lifted his head a little so that he could open his maw and show the goat the white creamy spunk sitting right over his tongue, between his sharp teeth.

Summer let out a little laugh. The goat then dropped the three dog treats right into the small pool of cum and then used his hand to close the wolf's muzzle himself with them inside it.

"Now, swallow."

Sleth gave the goat one last begging look before he closed his eyes and let the cum and dog treats go down his throat. Summer's hand trailed down from his muzzle to his throat just to feel it as the wolf swallowed the load in two big gulps.

"Very good. You're a good pup. And to think that just a few months ago you were fighting and struggling!" The goat chuckled, then closed his bag and draped it over his shoulder. Sleth just lowered his head in further embarrassment.

"Let's do some track training. Get some exercise in those puppy bones of yours." The goat started walking with a tug on his leash. The wolf quickly dropped on all fours and moved to follow with his head still low and his cage still dripping between his legs.

"And who knows? Maybe if, by chance, your price ends up being low enough..." The goat flashed a smile back at him. "I've got some savings of my own. Sure would be nice to have an eager pup to fetch my slippers at home. Among other things."

Sleth's ears dropped.

"We'll see, pup. We'll see."