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There were only two things Slave concentrated on with his knees buried in the rubber mat: His thumping heartbeat, and the twitching of his locked cock.

The Grey Wolf took a deep breath. The HVAC blew warm air into the room and onto his bare frame. It was welcome compared to the frigid outside since the wiry Wolf wore multiple layers to combat it.

He tested the chained handcuffs behind his back, still secure as ever when he cuffed himself. No way of getting out of them without a key, not that he had access to one.

Slave felt the slow dripping of precum from his caged cock onto the rubber mat below. The drool from the cage formed a pool between his legs now and it was growing into a puddle.

Pre was Slave's constant companion, even when he wasn't bound. Though now it seemed to go into overdrive. Occasionally, instead of trailing down to the floor, it would leak out of the cage and dribble onto his aching balls.

He whined as another large spurt leaked out of the tip of the steel plug that was deep in his urethra. His sheath was under solid steel, so the rod his cock throbbed around was the only access out.

Slave sighed. He wondered how long he's been in the dungeon. He knew there was a digital clock on the wall, but he blindfolded himself to complement the cuffs he had put on himself. The only other things he wore his Master adorned on him. The cage and a simple steel necklace with a tag on the end that said "Slave".

He must have waited long. His knees ached and his back began to hurt, yet he was still excited, if not frustrated. He smelt it too, his needy musk alone would have driven him mad.

Suddenly, the door opened and shut. The Wolf squirmed and straightened his body, welcoming the arrival. Heavy footsteps and breathing came towards him. A deep, masculine scent overtook his own. Slave felt his presence and the warmth that radiated off his body as the man approached him.

"How is my slave doing today?"

That deep growl made him shiver. Another spurt of pre shot out as Slave uttered a quiet moan.

"S-slave is good. Master."

Master, the heavyset Polar Bear that the presence in the room belonged to. Which Slave belonged to.

Slave flinched when a rough, leathery paw began stroking his head fur.

"That is good. How was work?" The Bear inquired with his patent voice, a rough one that was commanding and sharp

"Tiring... sir. Slave had an eight-hour shift." Slave sighed, focusing his mind on his sore feet and his tired body.

"Hmmm... is Slave still up for it?"

"Yes sir!" The Wolf blurted out. Work exhausted him, but his frustrated need gave him the energy to do... anything.

"Good Slave." The claws began caressing downwards, touching and rubbing his perky nips on his small chest.

"Aaah!" Slave gave out a sharp gasp.

Before moving and wrapping themselves around his thin neck. If Slave didn't know better, he'd swore Master would've choked him to death.

"We're still missing just one last thing, aren't we?"

Slave raised his head and tried to bare as much of his throat as he could.

"Yes Sir. The collar."

The hands let go of his throat, taking off the necklace and wrapping a thick leather collar in place, fitting it with a click of a lock. There was a jingle of something else as well. An exact copy of the tag that was on his necklace.

It was tight yet comforting. A burning sensation welled within him. Something in him had the collar make him feel relaxed, safe -happy even. It was the last piece that took him away from the outside world.

"Thank you, Master," Slave said, trying to keep his tail still.

Master chortled in response. "I've been training you well."

The hands went back to their exploration. Trailing his fingers over the ridges of his spine and ribs. Poking and prodding his flat, skinny belly.

The Bear huffed. "Maybe one day we will put you back in the gym and on a training regime."

Slave smiled "Slave would like that, Sir."

Master returned that with a hearty chuckle. "It would be nice to get you to how you once were."

The Wolf blushed from the praise. But there was a tinge of shame as well. How has he changed from his athletic High School years.

"It would be nice, Sir."

"Perhaps we can make that your New Year's resolution!" the Bear laughed." But for now-".

Slave sighed in satisfaction and relaxed to his master's touch as thick muscular hands and arms continued rubbing against his body.

Slave tensed up. The Bear's hot palm was over his locked up sheath, his thick fingers almost tickling his tender and sore nuts.

Slave gave a small, needy whine. He felt his cock harden under the cage as if it made it even possible to be harder.

The hand then cupped Slave's balls. The Wolf shivered at first but sighed in relief when it was only a careful, delicate cupping. Not a grab or a squeeze. After all, his balls were his master's precious fruit.

"How long has it been Slave?"

"Two months and 26 days sir." Slave answered at once. If his master wanted, Slave could give him down to the hours and minutes.

Pre still leaked out of the tip but began covering his master's fingers instead of making the sticky pool below larger.

"What a good slave. Locked for the entirety of Locktober and _No Nut Novembe_r. And even a bit longer."

The hand may have tightened around his balls, but that only made the cage itself tighter.

"Y-yes, Sir."

The Bear's fingers wrapped around the tube, slowly jerking it, pulling the balls and sheath along with it and pumping more of his pre out.

"-You must be so desperate, so eager..."

Slave whined. He tried doing the same thing his master was doing to himself on the tougher nights, but to no avail.

"And yet you didn't even complain or beg for me to remove it. Not even after Locktober ended. Not even after NNN ended!" Master laughed.

It was true. Slave hated the steel between his legs, but as much as it drove him crazy, he never brought it up to his master, even when his master twice suggested that he would be locked longer. He may have whined, but he never voiced his objection.

"To think your previous record was a mere two weeks."

Slave sensed the Bear's grin. It pierced through him, even if he couldn't see it. The fingers continued lingering along the steel shaft.

Master lightly stroked his claws and drummed on the solid steel, even underneath it, Slave experienced everything. Although the sensations felt muted, it was enough for his cage to become even tighter.

"Ye...aaah!....y-yes Sir. "

The fingers suddenly grabbed hold of the most hated part of the cage, the tube. Though, the only visible bit is the balled tip of the solid cage, with a small hole sticking out, the tube extended far further.

The urethral tube meant the cage didn't need to be removed, and allowed him to piss. Nor could the tube be removed itself since both tubes were one piece.

"Aaaah....aaah!" Slave cried.

He may have got used to the unpleasant-yet-bizarrely pleasurable burn of the tube, but even the slightest touch or shift was amplified tenfold. It was painful yet stimulating. Even the slightest movement of the plug was felt. Whether he registered it as pain or pleasure, Slave didn't know. Perhaps it was both.

The Bear was thankfully gentle, though. Merely touching and softly pushing it. Slave groaned under his breath. It may have hurt, but he enjoyed it as well. A perverted moan escaped his lips.

"You hate this, don't you?"

Slave didn't dare answer, muttering a small thank you instead when the Bear let go of the tube. The Wolf then smelt something familiar under his nose. The combined mix of precum and cigars.

He opened his maw, letting the Bear's precum covered fingers in. The taste was awful, but Slave obediently and gladly sucked on the fingers. He lapped every bit of pre there was and licked them clean before his master removed them.

"I know it hurts, Slave, I know it hurts."

A trail of drool left Slave's mouth as the fingers moved to the padlock that sat on top of the tube, locking it to the ring, and therefore his cock.

Master tugged it, making Slave cry out as the entire cage moved as well.

The padlock, the damn padlock. It was the largest that fit the opening, almost as wide as the cage itself. Slave grew redder. The cage was hideable, but the padlock stuck out in even his thickest briefs. It made locker room changes or wearing tight pants a nightmare. But it wasn't even the worst part of the lock.

"Not even a scratch or dent. You really want to be a good slave, don't you?"

After No Nut November ended, Master wrapped the lock in a green and red tape that while it stopped the humiliating clinking when the lock hit the cage; it served as a test as well. Though he didn't say it, Slave knew that Master would've had fury if he tried to break the seal.

"Mmmhmm" was all Slave let out.

The hand played with the lock. Twisted it, jiggling it, as if the Bear wanted to test the strength of the lock. Each movement of the lock trembled his cock as well. Tears of desperation welled around Slave's eyes.

Just a bit more rubbing and tugging of the cage, he might cum whilst locked. A thought that filled Slave with a blend of dread and thrill.

"How about I lock you for longer? Or even weld the cage? Make it Permanent." There was a sadistic glee in the Bear's deep voice.

Slave's heart sunk, and he only just about kept his whine in. Yet he knew the thought had burrowed and lingered in his mind. His cock twitched again, adding more pre to the pool below.

"Slave w-would..." Slave couldn't say anymore.

"It's alright, you don't need to answer. You've been a good slave these past months and completed all my goals as best as I could wish for."

There was genuine pride in his Master's tone. Slave couldn't help but beam in joy from those words.

First Slave heard it, the tearing of the tape as the Bear drew his claw down the middle of the wrapping of the lock.

Then Slave finally felt it. The long-awaited push of the key into the lock. His heart started racing even more. But there was no twist of the key.

"Aaah...aaaah!"

The Bear chuckled "I should just leave you like this. Make you needy and leaky forever."

"P-p...." Slave barely stopped himself from begging. He clenched his eyes under the blindfold.

But then the key was turned, and the lock clicked open.

"Merry Christmas Slave"