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Under the earth, in an abandoned cave of damp concrete, a single spot of bluish light pierced the darkness. It lit up a sleeping muzzle --sleeping, but not restful. The rust-colored face of the wolf twitched and leaned away in reaction to the glow. His elbows were held up, with his wrists bound together and immobilized behind his neck. Straps went around his thighs, supporting some of his weight, and linked to a pole between his knees, which kept him standing with his legs apart. Attached to his wrists, a thick rope went up above him and quickly disappeared in the diminishing light.

The captive slept, but something else moved. A nimble presence, adamantly devious and prepared. A fox, hidden by shadows. An undefined flame, moving with deranged speed and precision. It fluttered around the displayed lupine after turning the camera light on and adjusting the framing. He hurriedly brought the finishing touches before it was too late.

-- I wish you could be with me, tonight. But no, Eddy. We can't do that. We can't ruin it. Ah.

The hands placed large oblong plastic devices, covered with holes, against the sensitive wolf ears. They fit snugly, and were dexterously taped in place. Those were the same high frequency devices used by the police to disable dangerous criminals of species with highly developed hearing. Once fitted over the ears and turned on, the single-note, continuous beeping would soon melt into white noise and drown out all sounds. Of course, those were generally fitted inside a helmet, so he had to rip them out, otherwise there would've been no room for the tight hood.

On this thought, the mysterious fox produced the laced hood, and slipped it over the wolf's head before securing it. It had holes for the victim to breathe through the maw, but it completely covered the eyes and nose. No sound, no sight, no smell. Damn claustrophobic stuff, he was sure, but then again, that was the whole point, wasn't it? Soon, Eddy's large sand-like eyes would open in disarray under the hood, but it would be of no help. The fox deeply regretted not being able to witness it. He would have to make do with the wolf's naked immobilized panic, and muffled whimpers.

Since naked panic was on his mind, the fox grabbed his tiny pair of scissors and finished cutting through the textile to completely unclothe the wolf. He was pleased to see that, as always, the pills had taken effect, and captive's dick was out and hard.

"It's a good start, right Eddy? Right. Let's get this show on the road. I can't wait to truly meet you, though the pleasure sadly won't be mutual. Time to wake up."

The fox stabbed the record button on the camera, and a little red dot appeared under its lens. He pressed another switch on a remote, and a high-pitched, undoubtedly annoying sound flooded the hooded figure, or so the fox imagined, as he couldn't really hear it through the hood, with the devices applied directly to the captive's ears.

The utterly neutralized wolf began to shift in his binds. Slowly and incoherently at first, but then the entire reddish body tensed up suddenly. His tail wend rigid, then he struggled violently yet pointlessly against the tough bondage. Muffled sounds of protest and total confusion came out of the hood. The fox watched attentively as his stripped prize shook and struggled for his satisfaction.

"Yes, it's a bit harsh for an awakening, isn't it? The camera loves you, though. I wish you could see yourself. So distinguished-looking, yet caught and vulnerable. So... revealed."

The fox took a long graceful step, and was against his restrained prey. He touched his stomach lovingly, moving up his rust-red furry chest and pinching his nipples. The hooded male responded to the contact with a significant shove against the ropes and straps, trying to withdraw, but he stayed exactly where his playful captor wanted him, having his defined figure taken in greedily.

-- Hmmph!

-- That's right! the fox giggled. Not alone! Not alone in here! Give us a good show, Eddy. Show that natural power, that strength that's all yours. An unfair advantage, no? Here you are all the same, easily contained.

The fox stroked lower, he rubbed the warm inside of the bare healthy thighs, gently brushing one of the wolf's fuzzy testicles with his index. The captive froze entirely, and ceased making noises under the somber hood. A glorious, although humbled statue.

"Yes! You're starting to get it, aren't you? You've heard of me on TV, I'll bet. This whole media storm. Disgraceful. Tut-tut-tut. Didn't foresee that would happen to you, I assume."

The fox waved his muzzle left to right in mock disapproval.

"I'm sure you'll hate to be part of it, but who am I to deprive the people from a gripping story? Prestige, rise and fall! Influence and sexy disgrace! It's got everything! People liked your rise, Eddy, but your fall, tonight? It'll be eternal. A legend! You should be thanking me."

The wolf did not react. He was tense, and occasionally jerked his head sideways, surely attempting to dislodge the emitters uncomfortably taped to his ears.

"Oh, I do wish you could hear me, puppy!" melted the fox.

He suddenly embraced the nude captive, teasingly wiggling his lithe shape against the helpless body, rubbing his hip on the sensitive lupine shaft.

"But we can't have that. It's a duel, you know! Well, not a fair one, no, but a duel nonetheless! It's no fun if I win without trying my best."

Eddy emitted a short moan, passably outraged by the shameless groping, but perhaps also meant to hide a tiny hint of pleasure from the unwanted stimulation. His retrained limbs had ceased struggling entirely, and he seemed to await for the situation to end. The fox got a brutal rise out of this. He pointed and beamed more thrilled than ever before.

"There! See? This is exactly why I chose you! I could've picked someone way easier to catch, some horny jerk off the streets, they're all so deserving -- every last one of them -- of their damn lesson!"

The anger subsided in a flash, as swiftly as it had appeared, and the fox went back to grinning cheerfully and caressing the blinded, deafened, utterly restrained red wolf, who did not move a muscle while his armpits and his pectorals were touched and appreciated.

"You, Eddy, no you stand for something more! The stalwart voice of reason! The flawless lawspeaker, cold, yet just. Decisive, in-control, successful. Attractive. The perfect male. And now you're giving me the cold shoulder. You won't wriggle for me? Aww. So cute and pouty."

The vulpine flame danced against the bound captive even closer, brushing his body, diving around it in a tight ecstatic hold, giving tiny bites at the wolf's offered neck, this area that all canines instinctively know to protect. One single tremor went through the wolf, as he tensed up helplessly at the feeling of sharp playful teeth near his throat. Perhaps, somewhere under the well-groomed red fur, he even blushed. As a reward, the fox slid two fingers lengthily along his erect length. The bullied cock twitched. The wolf unsuccessfully tried to bark threateningly through the hood trapping his muzzle.

"Hmm, frisky! Yes, now that is a nice, hot reaction. This will be easier than I expected."

At last, the fox returned to the camera. He adjusted the framing, closing in on the wolf's top half, making sure to record his contained frustration, and arousing naked chest. After this, the fox hopped and skipped behind his victim to join him once more. His skillful hands began kneading the broad, tense shoulders lovingly. He made sure to fit properly within the frame as he did so. He enjoyed his own appearances in his little films, but he was careful not to glance at the lens, as that would have been completely inelegant. In front of the camera, everyone is an actor.

"Anyway, that simply can't do, you see? I know what's truly inside a wolf like you. It's all boiling impulses, and crashing desires, instincts barely suppressed. We can't both be right. The way you present in public is a direct challenge to me! To me! How could I not respond? If anything, this is your fault."

The massage ended.

"So now, we decide who's right. Just between you and me, my very special wolf. I think that, when everything else is stripped away, when your anchors are gone, and the world is no factor -- when senselessness reigns supreme, and you're trapped with your own arousal as your whole world, your resistance will crumble. I think you'll submit to it. Actually, I think you'll submit to anything, and become my sex-crazed plaything. You'll give in, and you'll whine, more earnestly than you can currently envision."

The insane vulpine sighed one last time.

"I really wish you could fully be here with me, tonight, and hear what I'm saying. But that wouldn't be me trying my best. Oh, and don't worry about the camera. It's just for my personal use. You'll soon join my collection of handsome broken wolves. Hmm, memories."

The fox's warm hands finally abandoned the prisoner's shoulders, for it was time to get to business. The business of stripping wolves to their core, and baring their humiliating needs.

Eddy's reddish figure gave its bounds a single shove, as he somehow detected that something terrible was moving along, and that _stuff_was about to happen to him. It only pleased the captor more to witness the worried anticipation that his plaything was trying to contain.

The fox adjusted the camera once more, and moved it a bit to the side in order to catch the fully stripped body at an angle, and thus give a gentle hint of what would happen behind him. Then, he moved to a nearby short table, covered with tools, rope and shackles, and the discarded remains of a restraining helmet. He picked a gleaming cylinder, and caressed it lengthily, before sticking two fingers in a box of white jelly, and covering the object with it. He turned the object on briefly, to ensure it was fully powered, and looked satisfied with the loud buzz and stupidly heavy vibration. Even in his hand, it was enough to be rather uncomfortable to hold. It wasn't just any boring commercial vibrator. He had "improved" it.

The fox went around his captive. Taking his time detailing the athletic body, he stopped behind Eddy, and pulled his lush tail up hard enough to get a muffled growl of anger. He enjoyed the sight of the strong firm cheeks for a moment, ever so slightly spread, completely vulnerable to him, and then, with an immensely satisfied grin, he put the large cold tip of the cylinder against the trapped red wolf's tailhole. Instantly, Eddy, from his black senseless world, realized what was about to happen to the most intimate entrance to his body, and grunted with force, giving another mighty, yet pointless shove to his metal shackles and ropes. The cruel fox giggled.

"I understand that this won't be as dignified as what you're used to, but you're not on top today, master. This is no courtroom for you to take over with your elegant, reasoned speeches. Or if it is a court, then it's mine! King Foxy the Crazieth!"

The vulpine laughed out loud at his joke. He put one solid hand over the wolf's neck, and felt the vibrant, hot body in full revolt.

"No, today, you're learning about being the defeated powerless bottom, and of the specific pleasures that come with it. When you're not in control, feelings get more intense, you see. It's a natural defensive reaction, to make us more aware when there might be danger. You'll love it, whether you like it or not. This will help get you in the appropriate disposition."

The fox pushed delicately, increasing the amount of force he was using until it overcame the resistance, and the vibrator began to insert itself up the captive's rear. The wolf rumbled and twisted as much as he could, which wasn't that much, and certainly insufficient to prevent the fox from driving the object all the way in. Stretched and invaded, Eddy shook his black hooded head and tried to speak, though no words could be formed by a muzzle shut tight.

-- Rrrhmfgh! Hrrfgh!

The fox pulled on the tail even harder, and gave the inserted item a last tap to nudge it in its proper place, as deep as it could go.

-- It's harder to remain stoic and untouchable when a vibrator is uncomfortably shoved up your asshole, isn't it? You probably didn't figure you'd ever end up in a position where someone else gets to impose that sort of immensely personal disgrace. It's a big day for you! New pathways of pleasure are opening and stretching before you! If you catch my meaning.

The fox reflexively paused for reaction, and remembered no one could hear him, so he applauded his own joke for a few seconds, unstoppable.

"Thank you, thank you. We'll be here all night! As for you, Eddy, wait till you get a load of... this."

A little switch was flipped in a dark underground. Something trivial in the state of the universe. Yet, for the captured, blinded, deafened wolf, stuck with only his inner world, hyperfocused on his own physical senses, it was everything. A monstrous vibration came from the large intruding item, entirely overtaking his already offended bottom, drumming demonically against parts of him entirely unprepared for such intense stimulation. His anus, the walls of his rectum, and his prostate, poked by the tip of the vibrator, all began to react in ways he'd never imagined were possible, as his poor butt was wholly subjected to the will of the merciless vulpine, laughing hysterically in the background, in a perfect imitation of an old movie's mad scientist. The fox taped the item in place, and then Edward Solemni, even in his realm of severely limited information, understood that he was in very, very big trouble.

The caught wolf absorbed much of the aggravating buzz coming from his ass, making the sounds less annoying to the fox's ears. The captor admired his work in awe, with the hooded figure trembling and moaning in --at this stage --mostly the shock of discomfort. The inescapable anal quake, however, would soon threaten him with something much less bearable than soreness and pain alone. Already, significant spasms were going through his lower body, as his nerves sent uncertain signals of severe and repeated contact. Not quite damaging, but hardly easy for the mind to ignore. Any sensation that intense is close to both pain and ecstasy.

The wolf's song of surrender began quietly, in low tones and a droning of endurance. The fox was okay with that; he wasn't in any hurry. He sat near his attractive victim and encouraged him with evil, generous strokes of his hardened sex. He teased the orbs at first, playing and kindly pinching their soft pale fluff, letting his precious Eddy know exactly how vulnerable he was, while the prisoner was busy struggling against the rising tide of pleasure in his overstimulated body. To this, he progressively added long strokes toward his red tip.

As minutes went by, Eddy forgot himself increasingly often, incapable of holding back every bit of the feelings he couldn't control, and some of the moans went just a tad higher in pitch, after long moments of painfully kept silence. The buzz continued as robust as before, and the fox waited. There was only two ways that level of lasting stimulation could be resolved in a brain as primitive and socially inclined as a wolf's, especially in such an excitable spot. And if it wasn't pain...

The captive gave his first beautiful whine. Through the hood, it was just the anonymous whine of any broken lupine. They all cried and begged in the end. His captor jumped with satisfaction and patted the engorged knot. Light trails were drawn over it by his skillful little claws, but he was careful not to go too fast. Eddy trembled and twitched in his bondage, his epic body clearly brought close to the limit of what it could endure, but the fox wasn't yet done with him by a long shot. That wolf needed to learn how pathetic he was, and his evil captor wanted that to last.

"It's your nature, wolf. Your whole world is about how horny you are! Revel into it! Know your truth. Now, however, you're getting to enjoy this perhaps a tad too freely. You're on the losing side, you see, and we can't have the loser be rewarded! That wouldn't be right. Let's make sure you remain as you should be."

The fox grabbed a rope from the table, strong and thin, tying one end into a complex sliding knot. With many precautions around the increasingly edged member of his "guest," he lassoed the warm balls, and pulled the lengthy end to constrain the adorable fuzzy sac.

When the rope became too tight, it pressed Eddy's handsome orbs together. A lot.

-- Hrrmrrphmr!

Eddy squirmed but the ropes and spreadbar prevented any rebellion, and thus he stood at the fox's profound lack of mercy. The latter continued to pull on his convenient leash with one hand, keeping any climax at bay with pain.

-- Is that unpleasant? I mean, I hope so. Otherwise, how will I fine tune this experience for you? You ought to be grateful! All of the efforts I'm putting in for this. You'll never have any clue.

Once he was sure the system was sufficiently punishing to keep his caught wolf in his place, the fox slowly began to let go. The large squeezed testicles shifted apart more freely, as a whimper of consuming release escaped the slick hooded head. With his other hand, the fox resumed teasing the exposed knot and dick, more boldly than before. He rubbed the tip between his fingers, letting its glistening fluids coat his thumb and index, helping his hand slide more easily along the red shaft, and covering its shape. The vibrator and sensory deprivation, of course, kept driving his horny little pup to unmentionable heights of need and despair. The begging whines were no longer a rare occurrence, constant and higher pitched, as Eddy's concerns were less and less centered around keeping face, and more around ending his overwhelming sexual torment. Whenever the captive lupine would seem to get too close to his desperately desired release, the devil fox would pull the rope as required and punish his offered balls while sorrowful moans of frustrated agony would emanate from the hood.

"Oh, you don't look so proper now, Eddy. Poor boy. Stripped to your core. Defenseless. Now we see what really matters to you. Even tied up, without any idea of where you are, and what I might do to you, even reduced as far as possible from your preferred comfy alpha position, all that matters is this..."

The fox gave the knot a good grab, and the previously tough naked chest twisted pathetically for him, tamed.

"... And this."

Sadistically, he tugged onto the rope, hard, as the victim tried to bend his head and yelped in louder surrender through his shut muzzle, waggling his red dick with pitiful impulses of his hips.

"No, you don't care so much for pride or dignity anymore, do you? Release. Release. Release! That's it. That's the world of a wolf. Well, what if you don't deserve that pleasure? Did you ever consider that? Bah. Of course not. You think everything must always go your way. So let's at least drive that point home. Breaking isn't enough! You must be taught exactly how violently you can need. Cry and beg! See if it helps you now! I wasn't even trying my best yet!"

Suddenly, the fox got up, animated by an unholy purpose. He stormed to the table, briefly abandoning his supplicating, humiliated prize to pick up two tiny needles tied to electric wire, and a small battery. When he returned, the shaky, impossibly engorged lupine cock drew his attention. It was impressive, but he figured he could do better still. Abundant tears of agonized sexual cravings weren't yet streaming out of the hood.

"This won't sting a bit, compared to what's coming."

With precise gestures, the deranged fox held the wolf's shoulder to immobilize him, and drove the first sharp needle through Eddy's right nipple. The reddish wolf shivered and the melodic whines went up to a slightly higher pitch, but he was too exhausted at this point to shove his binds. Resigned, he allowed the fox to seize his second nipple, and to drive the other needle into it with only a renewed attempt to bow his muzzle pleadingly.

"You wuss. It won't even leave a mark. Except in your memory. With just the right intensity of current, it's amazing how erogenous of a spot a canine's nipples can be. If you thought it was bad before, you're in for quite a shock. Heh. A shock."

The fox took both wires, and stepped to the battery, opening the clamps to make contact.

"Lights on!"

A tiny spark flew, initiating a new, different buzz, much more pleasing and gentle than the one from the vibrator. From Eddy's reaction, though, it seemed that the sensations weren't so subtle. Current didn't need to be all that strong when it went directly through a male's nipples. Added to Eddy's already intolerable arousal, the invisible tiny demons of lightning danced savagely, poking and prickling his exposed chest. The burn of pleasure caused him to scream. It was too hot, way too much for the wolf, but he could do nothing to make it stop, while the vibrator continued to keep his flesh awake, his nerves exceedingly activated. It was more than anyone could manage, and the fox knew.

-- Nnnngh! Nnnnnnngh!

-- Yes, yeeees! And now you discover how powerless you are to your own instincts, and to anyone who can leverage them! Hahahaha! Beg! Beg fruitlessly for mercy! Feel my triumph!

And the hooded captive did beg. With his trembling, grovelling figure. With his entirely broken whimpers. With his cock, when the fox brushed it with his open hand, as Eddy tensed and shoved with dangerous power into his binds, attempting to hump the soft hand for release. The soulless fox teased him even more, utterly unafraid, rubbing the wet tip of his legendary erection, while also pulling the leash tied to his balls, to balance the vulnerable wolf's arousal so that he could keep his other hand on his dick, and enslave him to this perfectly maddening mix of pain and desire. He granted just enough pleasure to keep the trapped male on the verge of a precipice of humiliated sexual satisfaction. His place as the fox's prize was to creep ever closer, without being completely allowed to fall, for that would be more pity than a horny out-of-control lupine could possibly deserve. At least, according to the only individual whose opinion concerning this mattered.

On camera, the mindless, spineless hooded wolf bitch cried muffled cries of unspeakable sexual distress. Tears ran out of the hood in due time, when the fur became wet enough, as abundant as the fluid that was squeezed out of his disciplined cock and balls, wave after wave. Every tiniest detail of it was caught by the cold functionality of the camera, as the fox laughed and laughed. All of it recorded forever, for the evil captor's infinite satisfaction. He had the wolf endure the unendurable, longer and longer, since the night was young indeed. A very special lustful hell was crafted in this damp deserted castle of modernity, offering -- instead of any release -- the renewed promise, every nightmarish second, that the next one would burn even hotter.

For the rest of the city, it was a regular weekday morning when an anonymous tip allowed the police to discover the latest victim in an old leaky underground parking. A hooded, immobilized, passed-out figure, left viciously stripped and debased, uncontrollably erect from some untold abuse.

The camera was gone, as well as most of the equipment, save the massively overpowered sex toy, forced and taped deep into the victim's bottom, as well as the battery linked to needles piercing the famous red wolf's nipples.

Both devices had to be turned off by the agents.