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"Day three hundred and twenty-nine. Day three hundred and twenty-nine..."

The wolf repeated it in his head. He wasn't too sure why, though. Why did he start counting in the first place? Almost one whole year after his kidnapping, keeping track of it made him feel more hopeless than hopeful. Nobody had found him yet after almost a full year! At some point they would stop looking, right? If they hadn't already. Whoever 'them' was, of course.

Sleth had left the hellish, inhuman training facility he had been put in after he had been caught. The gray-furred wolf, however, was still bound and immobile as he often were when he was locked in there, so not much had changed. The lupine wore a full-body, tight suit made of what he assumed was latex. It was black, shiny and enveloped his whole body, from the tip of the claws on his footpaws to the ears on the top of his head in one single piece. It was tight around his form, keeping his thick fur bundled up inside and instead, giving him a smooth, latex-like surface. It was so tight, however, that every curve of his lean frame also became more accentuated by it. Sleth wore the suit, which his trainer called a 'bitchsuit', but he might as well be naked for all the good it did.

The thing was so tight that the metal chastity cage he still wore around his sheath was perfectly visible, outlined by it. Its round shape at the tip where it kept his member from ever hardening made it super clear. Beneath it, his furry balls were also taut, pulled forward by the cage's ring that went around and beneath them. Over the suit Sleth still wore a heavy leather collar around his neck that made him painfully aware of his status and position at all times and two pairs of heavy mittens around each of his paws, rendering fingers and claws alike useless. The only respite he had was that it didn't cover his eyes. It enveloped his muzzle and snout, but it had a zipper there that allowed it to be opened so that he could eat and talk. That, however, was closed.

The wolf had grown used to the suit. He had been wearing it for the last two or three months as far as he could remember. The very day he was 'sold', his trainer had shoved him into the suit, locked up the tiny locks and zippers that kept the suit stuck to him (even if he could ever use his paws), and shoved him into a cramped box with a few holes. The wolf, alongside the 'added accessories' that came with his sale, had been sealed in the box for two whole days before it was opened again. His accessories included a canine-shaped dildo that acted as a replacement of his own locked up dick, knot and everything, a few toys made for feral dogs and, much to his frustration, the two tiny keys that would unlock the chastity cage he had been kept in for months. Sleth had spent the whole two days inside the dark, tiny box trying to reach the keys with his mouth as if that would do him any good state he was in. It also didn't help that the complimentary dildo had been shoved into his tailhole prior to getting shoved into the box. Needless to say, the wolf did not manage to get ahold of the keys before the box was opened by his new owner.

All of that had happened a while ago. Sleth didn't like thinking about it. With a small groan, he shifted a little in the position he was locked in. His muscles felt sore and cramped, but when he moved his ears perked up, or tried to given the suit. He heard the small scrape that meant the flower vase above him had moved. The wolf whimpered and froze, standing very still again.

The large room he was in was a huge improvement over the bland concrete and small cages of the training facility. It was wide and beautifully decorated with large windows off to the side that let a lot of light in, a large, comfy looking couch sitting right in front of the wolf and the largest flat-screen TV he had ever seen in his life right behind him. Sleth didn't get to enjoy any of that, however. As his owner had said, he was 'part of the house' and, though Sleth didn't quite grasp what he meant at first, he now knew that it had been meant literally.

The wolf was stuck on all fours as he always was. Inside the bitchsuit he wore, his ankles had been hard-bound to his thighs by a sturdy pair of leather bindings, making sure the wolf could only walk on his hands and knees as he was meant to. That wasn't so bad on itself, but on all fours, as he was, each of the wolf's limbs was also tied firmly to the metal legs of a small, short center table. It forced him to keep both his arms and legs well spread, but at the same time, the table's legs weren't long enough to reach the ground, so with them stuck to his limbs he was forced to support the table's weight over his back. He was sure the thing had been custom made for that purpose alone. No table was that short! The size also fit his four limbs perfectly with the table's flat surface resting over his back and going over his head, leaving him under it, supporting it and, by all effects... being the center table.

The only oddity was a tiny hole around the table's center, also carefully placed, so that the wolf's bushy tail coming out from his suit could fit through it and be free above the table as if it was some sort of decoration alongside the little flower vase his owner had placed upon it. It was the only part of Sleth that was still 'free', to an extent. The table was made of a sturdy metal, which was unusual for a center table, but it also meant that no matter how much strength he put in his limbs, the table's legs they were bound to would not yield. At the same time, it made the table heavy enough for it to be uncomfortable for him to support with his back over a large period of time.

Sleth sighed. That alone made him move a little, which had the flower vase scraping slightly to the side again. He had been given strict orders not to let the vase fall, which meant he couldn't move much at all. If he did, he'd be punished. Just thinking about it had the wolf's ears going flat against his head.

That was how Sleth got to spend that afternoon. Standing perfectly still in the center of his owner's living room as his center table. The hours dragged by and, it not being the first time the wolf had been subjected to that, he watched as the sun slowly shifted its position on the floor through the open windows. When it was about halfway through the couch's line, as always, the wolf finally heard the clicks of the front door's lock being turned. His heart started beating faster both with anxiety and relief. His owner was home.

"I'm hoooome!" he called out from the front. Sleth took a deep breath and forced his tail to start wagging above the table. His owner liked to see that. He took the time to drop his keys, go back and forth doing whatever he did when he got back from work and only then did Sleth get to see the pair of hooves approaching him from under the table he was supporting. He forced his tail to wag faster.

"Aww! My puppy is all happy to see me! Isn't that nice? And I see you didn't drop the vase! You're getting better at this just like I said you would."

Sleth felt a hand getting placed over the table, then saw him kneeling in front of him to look under it. Summer smiled at him with genuine pride and brought a hand down to give the wolf's chin a few playful scritches. The goat that owned him wore a simple pair of black pants and the same plain white shirt with the words 'TRAINER' draped across his chest he used to wear way back then. It brought Sleth bad memories.

Summer was the very same goat that had trained him in the facility. Same short fur, same goatee under his chin, same long back-curved horns at the top of his head and same eyes that somehow managed to be both caring and cruel at the same time. He had put the wolf through hell while teaching him how to be a good 'pet', which basically meant he had to act like a feral dog while at the same time humiliating and debasing himself at every turn just for the whims of his 'master'. When Sleth had been sold, he had hoped he would end up with someone more merciful, but he could remember very well how much his heart had sunk when the box he had been shoved in was finally opened only for him to look up at the face of the same goat that had placed him in there in the first place.

Summer had been true to his words. He had apparently bought Sleth to himself and brought him home. The goat's house was huge. Much larger than any of the apartments Sleth had been able to afford before he was taken. Apparently being a ruthless trainer in a facility that kidnapped people to be sold as sex slaves paid well.

"How was your day? I bet you must be hungry since you couldn't reach your doggie bowls today! Don't worry, I'm going to get my dinner done now and you'll get your just rewards for being a good boy." The goat's tone was unsettlingly regular. As if being strapped to and forced to act as his center table was something normal. Sleth was starting to learn that, to Summer, it kind of was.

The wolf couldn't do more than let out a few muffled "hmphs" and nod from under the table. The goat then left him without undoing his bindings and Sleth got to watch him head out to his large kitchen. It was a good fifteen minutes before the smell of food started to fill in the air.

It made the wolf's mouth water. As the 'pet', all he ever got to eat from his bowl on the floor was actual dog kibble made for ferals. It was plain disgusting but apparently nutritive enough to keep him going. On days like these, however, when he was stuck being bound somewhere for Summer's amusement for the whole day, he was forced to get by without eating. The wolf couldn't remember the last decent meal he had had.

A little while after that, Sleth caught a glimpse of Summer coming back from the kitchen with a plate holding a very fancy-looking mix of vegetables that smelled good and a large glass of plain water filled to the brim. The wolf simply watched as the goat approached, then sat down on the couch ahead of him holding both plate and glass.

"Come on. Dinner table mode," the goat said, casually. Sleth had been dreading that. The wolf had no choice but to carefully start crawling forward while still balancing the vase over the table on his back. The goat had ditched the simple shirt and pants he had been wearing when he got home, leaving him naked in front of the wolf. Slowly, he managed to crawl closer and closer until he had his head right between Summer's legs and the table right in front of the goat.

"You can do better," Summer said in a playful manner, but Sleth knew it was hardly playful at all. The wolf inched closer and closer and the goat opened his legs wider to let him approach. That left the wolf's muzzle pretty much right above the goat's sheath and balls. The faint smell of musk overcame that of the food to the lupine's sensitive nose.

"That's a good boy," the goat cooed. He placed both his plate and glass over the table, which made the wolf grunt and tremble a little but then forced himself to stand more still. He was fully aware of how awful the punishment for spilling his owner's food or drink was. Summer then reached down, grabbed the zipper by the side of the wolf's muzzle and pulled it open. It finally allowed Sleth to gasp and breath through his mouth. He stretched the muscles of his jaw that had been forced to be closed all day.

Without further delay, Summer reached for the remote, turned the TV on to one of those cooking shows he liked, picked up his fork and started eating. For the first few minutes, he didn't say anything. Sleth kept making an effort to keep the table on his back still while the goat ate. The smell of food had him having to hold back from actively drooling.

Finally, when the wolf was no longer expecting it, Summer's hand appeared under the table holding a tiny piece of his salad. A small part of the wolf still shunned from the humiliation of it, but yet still he did not hesitate to carefully lean forward with his muzzle and pick up the piece of perfectly dressed carrot with his teeth to swallow it. It tasted amazing. It didn't even matter that he was being fed scraps like a feral dog would or that it was, as his father used to say back in the day, 'prey food'. He licked his lips, again and again, to pick up every possible remnant of the taste, then kept licking more even after it was gone.

The action repeated itself two more times before the first order came. Summer simply pointed down and said one word. "Lick."

Sleth's ears fell back down. Yet, he didn't dare disobey. The wolf carefully inched a little closer while still balancing everything above his back, lowered his muzzle, steeled himself and started lapping at the goat's furry balls. He heard a satisfied sigh coming from Summer above him, but other than that the goat just continued to eat and watch his show.

The wolf got to see Summer's cock growing harder right in front of his eyes. Very gradually, the goat's member grew out of his sheath for the tongue treatment his balls were receiving. The sight of it, even if completely against the wolf's wants, made his own sheath stirr as well. It wasn't that the wolf was particularly aroused by being forced to pleasure the goat while also serving as his dinner table and eating his scraps, but the simple fact that it had been almost a whole year since the last time that he had been even allowed to grow hard out of his sheath himself made every sexual act painful for the young wolf. He felt the familiar discomfort of his cock slowly trying to grow, stopping at the unyielding metal of his cage and then simply lightly pressing against it as it continued to try.

Another tiny scrap of food was brought down and placed right over the goat's balls. Sleth didn't hesitate to lap it up. He swore he heard a small chuckle from Summer above him while he continued to lick the same spot over and over again in order to taste the delicious sauce on the short fur of the goat's balls. The lupine got a few more scraps fed him over the goat's nuts before he heard Summer finally settling down above him and sitting back, meaning he was done.

"Nothing like a fine meal after a long, arduous day of work," the goat remarked with a smirk. Summer leaned forward again, then took hold of the wolf's tail appearing above the table. Sleth got to feel and frown at how the goat used the bushy fur as a napkin to clean his snout before letting it go.

"You can stop," Summer said, sitting back against the couch again. Sleth obeyed, taking a small, careful step back and watching as the goat reached down to casually stroke his hard length right in front of his face. "My balls are covered in dog slobber now. Tsc tsc. I'd have you clean it up, but... yeah. It's your fault. What an eager pup you are."

Sleth didn't say anything. He felt his face growing red with embarrassment. The goat continued to stroke himself, which made Sleth shift his hips a little as his cock tried hopelessly to grow again. He'd give anything to stroke himself like that at that point. Anything.

"You know, I kinda have to piss..." The goat's tone was... suggestive. It flared up a lot of red flags in the wolf's head. That was a subject he had heard Summer talking about several times during his training, but thankfully never dwelled in. "It would be awfully nice not having to get up to do it," the goat continued in the same tone.

Sleth took another careful step back.

"Please, sir. Master. Please, not that! I've done everything you asked! I've been good!" Sleth pleaded. He knew he wasn't supposed to speak out of turn, but the simple thought of... He couldn't handle it. The wolf lifted himself just a little so that he could see the look Summer gave him. It was, however, impossible to read. The goat was still smiling, but Sleth knew Summer well enough by then to think that there was something else...

"No problem at all, pup." The goat's answer was as friendly as it could be. Summer stood up and walked out of the room without saying anything else. Sleth sighed in genuine relief when he heard the bathroom door open, then close.

The wolf busied himself with trying to stretch his sore paws a little even with them still tied to the table's feet while also taking in consideration Summer's plate, glass and flower vase that were still on it. He heard a flush, then the sound of Summer's hooves going back and forth around the house before he finally saw him returning. Sleth didn't see what he was holding, but he felt a sudden weight being placed over the table and stiffened, staying still to balance it as well.

Summer took his time sitting down, sighing again, then finally reaching under the table to scratch the wolf's chin again.

"So, puppy... new deal," the goat said from above. Sleth saw that his dick was still as hard as it had been earlier. The weight from over his table disappeared as the goat took hold of it, then lowered it down under the table until it was right in front of the wolf. Sleth's eyes went wide and his face scrunched up in disgust.

The clear glass the goat was holding had been filled halfway through with the yellow, rank-smelling piss. It assaulted the wolf's nose and made him turn away in a jerk that had the plate over the table rattling a little. He quickly steadied himself to remedy that mistake. Summer, on the other hand, just watched his reaction with the same 'friendly', calm attitude.

"You have a choice. You can lap it up from the glass now, which is already way easier than drinking straight from the source, and be done with it." The goat smiled as he said that as if he was offering a friend a piece of candy or something. The wolf's ears went straight flat and he shook his head.

"No no no! Anything but that! Please? I... I beg you!" The wolf watched Summer carefully. He had gone through the training. He felt its effects as a sense of wrongness washed over him for denying the will of his 'owner'. The wolf felt the heavy weight of guilt as if he was doing something very wrong, and also immediately started feeling the fear of impending punishment for doing so. He'd take the punishments, though, if it meant not having to do that! He knew he'd probably regret it later during the actual punishments, but at that moment it seemed like a good deal. Summer, on the other hand, didn't really react. His smile diminished just a little bit and that was it.

"I see. That's a shame," the goat continued, calmly. He placed the glass back over the wolf's table and sat back against the couch, eyes still set on the wolf beneath it. Nothing was said for a few moments, which lingered, then stretched on to minutes. The wolf's heart beat fast still expecting something bad to come.

"Last week you asked if you could cum," the goat started in his same slow, casual tone. "I said no. I said the rules of your training still applied and made you swallow the second of the three keys of your cage. Remember that? That means you only have one key left."

The wolf's heart sank. His despair showed in his expression. He remembered it too well, how he had pleaded to the goat to let him out of the chastity cage. To let him grow hard and cum after Summer had spent pretty much the whole Saturday toying with his balls, edging him, shoving toys into him and overall driving him crazy. He had lost it and begged, but the old rules still applied. He had been made to swallow the second tiny key to his freedom.

What did that have to do with anything, though? The thought of Summer linking the act of letting him out of his cage with him drinking his piss terrified Sleth to no end. He let out a small, tiny silent whine at the simple thought of it. The wolf looked up at the goat with his desperate eyes growing wet.

"I was thinking about that, you see, and it really got to me. I mean, for you to risk your second key and ask... You must really, really want to cum. Do you really, really want to cum, pup?" The goat opened a smile so friendly that it scared the wolf.

Sleth's mind raced. Why was he asking that? What did he want with it? What did he want the wolf to answer? Why now, after he had refused to do something Summer wanted? The wolf didn't know how to answer. He wanted to say yes, for his cock stiffened a little in its cage at the mere mention of cumming, but at the same time, he didn't know if he could say that. Was Summer baiting him into asking for the third time? Would he make him eat his third and last key if he said yes? Would he deny him cumming for longer if he said no?

The wolf's expression grew more desperate. Seconds went by and he didn't have an answer, but Summer's eyes were locked on his. Waiting. The friendly smile didn't vanish, either, but at that point, it was almost sinister. Sleth knew he had to answer, though. He had to say something.

"I..." the wolf stammered. He swallowed hard. "I... I only want to please you?"

The wolf's answer was more of a question. Summer didn't react at first, he just kept on smiling... ... and then he chuckled.

"That's not exactly what I asked," the goat said, but at the same time starting getting up from the couch. Sleth stood still while Summer walked around him, then knelt behind him. The wolf then felt the goat's hand kneading his balls through the bitchsuit he wore and had to fight to stay still and keep everything balanced above the table. The goat massaged his nuts for a little while, making him groan with pleasure and then grit his teeth frustration as his cock filled up his chastity cage.

"These sure feel full. We can't really let a young, virile male predator like you go dry for so long. It might be harmful." The goat kept massaging the wolf's balls. Once upon a time, it might have felt invasive and wrong, but with how desperate Sleth was, it was just good. He could feel himself dripping precum through his cage and into his suit already, as he often did. "Maybe I've been too harsh by denying you from cumming for this long."

Summer was still massaging his nuts. Sleth drew in a sharp breath and closed his eyes for a moment. His tail even wagged a little above the table. He still felt like something might be wrong, but what the goat said made sense. Sometimes his balls would throb or hurt a little just from how full they felt like they were. He needed to cum. It was almost disappointing when the goat let go of his balls and gave his rear a few small pats before getting back up.

"Don't worry, pup, I got you covered."

Saying that, Sleth got to watch Summer leave again, but this time headed towards the bedroom. It was quite a while hearing the goat rummaging through stuff while he stood there, trying to regulate his breath so that the table and the stuff placed on it didn't shake so much.

When he heard the goat's hooves returning, Sleth looked at him immediately. He saw Summer carrying a small metal box-thing under his arm with several colored wires dangling from it alongside a small, full plastic bag. He had never seen that thing before. The wolf's tail stopped wagging as he grew nervous.

When the goat stepped around him to kneel behind him just as before, Sleth tried to look back to see what he was doing, but he couldn't turn his head around without toppling the table he was strapped to too much and risking letting the flower vase, the plate and the disgusting glass of piss fall down. The wolf had to keep his head straight and just wait.

He felt Summer reaching for the zipper in his suit placed right beneath the base of his tail and pull it down. It opened the suit to expose his rear and, while the goat usually stopped by his taint, this time he kept going all the way to his belly button. It opened the suit enough to reveal his butt, balls and caged sheath for the goat behind him.

"I'm going to help you with what you need, pup, because I think you really deserve it," the goat said still in his overly casual tone. "Gonna feel a little cold here for a moment."

Just as the warning came, Sleth felt something cold and moist being rubbed against one side of his furry balls. He had to hold his breath and tense up to keep himself from jerking up and moving the table too much. Summer spread the cold gel-like substance in small circles over his balls, then placed something over them that stuck to them. Sleth did his best to look back again and still couldn't, but he did manage to glimpse enough of it to see that it was one of the wires coming from the box that the goat had stuck to his balls. Maybe an electrode? Several different thoughts started going through the wolf's mind and each one of them caused his panic to rise.

"I'm being very, very nice here and I really hope you know how to appreciate that," Summer continued. The cold gel came to the other side of his balls making him shudder as it was rubbed over it. "Not only am I letting you off the hook from drinking my piss, but I'm also going to make you cum like you've been wanting."

Another electrode was stuck to the wolf's other testicle. Sleth absolutely hated the thought of having something like that stuck to his sensitive nuts. He had to control his breathing to remain still, but he tried to focus his thoughts on cumming. His cock was straining hard against his cage with anticipation. If it meant getting the cage off, feeling his cock growing hard and, most of all, the sweet, sweet pleasure of orgasm... then whatever that was, it would be worth it.

The goat's hand came down to his cage. Sleth's tail twitched and started wagging a little. He couldn't wait to feel it coming off from his sheath. From all the awful things that had been done to the wolf since he had been kidnapped, the metal cage was probably the worst of them all.

Before all of that happened, Sleth had been gay. Seeing a handsome guy like Summer in a bar and hooking up with him would have been a dream come true for the wolf. Of course, getting to be with him forcefully in a crazy facility did not appeal to him in the slightest regardless of his tastes, nor did he enjoy being treated like a dog in Summer's home. He could maybe bring himself to enjoy in some twisted level the simpler acts, like how he was forced to wake the goat up with a blowjob every morning or how Summer actually cuddled up to him in the nights he let Sleth sleep in his bed after fucking him. He could enjoy it, despite everything, if it wasn't for that damned chastity cage making all of the experiences hellish and constantly reminding him of all the freedom that had been taken away from him.

Sleth's tail wagged faster when he felt the chastity cage being tugged at. He felt something sliding under it to the underside of his trapped sheath but yearned for the click of the key against the lock. It had been so long that he had no idea how the thing even opened. He had never even seen a real chastity cage before one was forcefully put on him.

"I hope I don't need to remind you that regardless of how good this feels I still expect you to comply with being my cute little table," Summer continued as he fiddled with the cage. "You better find a way to stand still. I'm being nice here, but if you spill stuff all over my floor you will lick it up. Even if I have to use your snout to dry it up. Even if I have to mop it and squeeze the mop over your open maw."

Sleth's ears shot up.

"But sir, the glass of piss is still up there!" Sleth protested. Was that Summer's game?

"Yeah, it is. I'm giving you a chance to not have to drink it. All you have to do is stand still. Do you think I'm not being more than fair? I can call this off and just shove it down your throat instead if you'd like." Despite how much of a threat it was, the goat's tone was still casual friendly. Sleth's ears folded right back down.

"... No, sir. T-that's okay." The wolf swallowed. He really hoped he could manage to stand still through his orgasm, but as unsettling as the thought of having to lap up a puddle of piss was, he was too caught up in the prospect of actually having an orgasm to really worry about it.

The goat's hand retreated from his cage. Sleth felt disappointed that he hadn't been unlocked yet. His heart pounded with anxiety over it.

"That's a good boy. You're a good pup, aren't you? You just need the right incentive to continue being the good pup I know you can be. It's in you. I know it, or else I wouldn't have spent my precious money on you." Sleth couldn't see the goat as he spoke, but he could picture him smirking behind him perfectly inside his head. The wolf heard squirting sounds.

"Hang in there. Shoving it in." The goat's warning barely gave Sleth enough time to ponder on what he meant or prepare in the first place. Suddenly, the wolf felt something being shoved into his tailhole. His eyes went wide and he let out a grunt while his shoulders trembled and the table he was supporting over his back shook. The plate above it rattled as the thing went further in. Summer wasn't being gentle. It felt like one of the toys the wolf was forced to endure more often than not, and it wasn't particularly thick or long, but it was definitely large enough for him to feel it. With another glance back, Sleth managed to see that there was a wire coming down from it as well.

The wolf shifted with discomfort, making an effort to keep the table steady above him. He didn't like all of those... accessories. He just wanted to cum! He was hoping that the key to his cage would come next when he felt Summer's hand coming to pat him on the rear, then giving the thing inside him a few pats that made him flinch.

"Alright, puppy, let's see how good you really are. You ready?"

The goat's question confused the wolf. He attempted to glance back again.

"Ready? But the c-"

Sleth didn't get to finish speaking. He got to see the goat pulling down a small lever next to the box his wires were connected to and in a split second, a strong shock struck him. On his balls. Inside his tailhole. The current of electricity made every single of his muscles contract. The wolf opened his mouth, but nothing but a faint whimper of surprise came out of it. He felt his arm giving in to the side the table above him toppled a little, but he still managed to hold himself still despite everything.

The shock didn't hurt, but he felt it hitting him straight in what must have been his prostate, because even against his will he felt his balls pulling up, his cock trying harder than ever to get hard inside his cage and then a weird, frustrating feeling as it started pulsing even still inside his cage and then shooting cum out of its tip. It drooled down from the metal cage in jets as if he was having a real orgasm, but it felt like it was being ripped away from him. There was some pleasure to it, but it was mostly just intense. Sleth could barely breathe. His cock ejaculated through the metal cage once, twice, thrice... and then the lever was pulled back up and the current was gone.

The wolf drew in a sharp breath. His cock continued to spasm inside its prison and dribble out more cum in a dry orgasm devoid of any real pleasure. Sleth found himself panting and then steadied his trembling arms and legs to straighten up the table above him. He had never felt something like that before. The lupine let out a groan of frustration as his cock hurt a little from much it tried to grow hard inside the cage. It felt sensitive after the forced orgasm.

"What the hell w-AAAAAAHH" the wolf started speaking through his heavy breathing, but then the lever was pulled down one more time and this time he couldn't hold back from shouting when another intense, shock-induced orgasm was pulled out from him. It didn't matter that his cock was still recovering from the last one. The intense jolt came to his prostate, to his balls, and his cock started spurting cum through the cage all over again creating a pool of cum beneath him. The jets were weaker than before, but it was also much harder to take. It took some genuine effort from the wolf to keep himself from toppling to the side, table or no table, through the few seconds of intense shock to his most private areas.

Just as quickly as it began, it was over. Sleth gasped when it stopped with his cock still forcing itself against the cage to dribble more cum. The wolf's arms and legs felt weak, his breath heavy.

"Oh, yeah! We're definitely getting it out. You'll feel much, much better after we're done emptying those powerful predator balls of yours." Summer had a bit of a laugh to his voice. The thought of the goat enjoying his predicament made Sleth frown. That... that thing the goat was doing to him wasn't even close to the orgasm he needed!

"Please, you c-"

Summer didn't let him speak. The lever was pulled, the shock came and the situation repeated itself. On the third time, Sleth couldn't hold still. The wolf toppled to the side as the current ran through him. With his cock still spurting cum, the wolf fell to the side with his paws still spread given that they were tied to each of the table's legs. Summer was quick enough to catch his plate and flower vase before they crashed down on the floor, but the glass of piss hit the floor hard spreading it all over.

The wolf wasn't paying attention to any of that. Sleth let out a mix of a yelp and moan with the third forced orgasm going through him. With Summer busy putting the plate down, it lasted even longer than the previous ones. When the shock stopped, Sleth's dick was trying was still cumming, but it was now just a dribble of wolf cum going down and matting his suit by his belly.

"Tsc tsc tsc. What a bad puppy," Summer commented still in his playful tone. The goat didn't give him time to plead. He turned on the shock for the fourth time making Sleth let out a dry shout again. This time, the goat left the current running while he carefully undid each strap tying the wolf's limbs to the table. The first thing Sleth did was bring his paws down to his cage, but nothing he could do stopped the current that forced his cock to keep cumming. He didn't have anything left to give, so he just felt the unpleasant spasms of a forced, dry orgasm. When the wolf was nothing but a whimpering mess on the floor, Summer finally turned the device off.

Sleth just laid there, panting. The goat slowly got up and walked around him until he was standing right in front of the wolf. Sleth's eyes looked up to meet his with a fearful expression.

Summer kneeled down and brought a hand to his neck to pet him. "You see, pup... The lesson here is that it's always easier to just comply with me in the first time. I hope you can remember that, yeah?"

The goat's petting was tender. As if he genuinely cared. Sleth let out a small whimper but didn't know what to say. All he did was nod slowly. The goat smiled at him.

"That's my good pup. Do you want another orgasm? Shall we give it another go just to make sure you're nice and empty?" Summer's smile turned into a devious smirk.

"No, please! Please, I've had enough, sir!" The wolf was quick to shake his head. Summer chuckled and brought his hand down to give his cage a few pats.

"Alright, then. I'll trust you on that this time." The goat swiped his hand on the wolf's suit to clean it up, then stood up. "Looks like you have a lot of cleaning to do. If I see you using anything but your tongue you're spending the next few nights outside in your special dog house."

Sleth's heart sank. He closed his eyes for a moment dreading what he was going to have to do. The forced orgasms did absolutely nothing to sate his need and lust. If anything, he felt hornier than ever with his cock still trying to harden and still spasming every now and then.

"If you do a good job, though... Well, I can't deny that you have been a good pup for the most part. If you leave the floor spotless and shiny I'll make sure you get a just reward tonight. A real reward."

Sleth wouldn't pay those words much attention, especially after the 'orgasm' that he had just gotten, but when he felt Summer's hoove nudging his chastity cage suggestively after saying that, the wolf's eyes flew open again. He looked up at the goat and swore he saw a tiny hint of a nod alongside his suggestive smirk before Summer turned away to leave.

Sleth got back up on all fours. If it meant what he thought he meant, then maybe it could be worth it. Maybe.