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Rale found himself standing upright, naked, in a black and featureless dreamscape. He could see himself as if palely illuminated, but he saw no light source anywhere.

In the "air," curling and twisting this way and that... was a grotesque, worm-like version of Teryx, perhaps ten feet in length and thick enough around to hug. It was covered in blue scales after Teryx's usual pattern, and Rale might have mistaken it for a feral serpentine dragon if not for its repetitive arching motions and the way its blue sides bulged near the middle as it moved. It was more like a giant inchworm. Uncannily, it was thickest near the middle and tapered toward both ends. At the narrow tip nearest to Rale, Teryx's head and mane blossomed like a flower atop a stem, looking like Teryx's ordinarily smug self, which made the image all the more uncanny with the strange worm behind it.

Teryx's face stared in Rale's direction. Rale began to realize, quite unsettlingly, that he could not move from his current spot. He felt like his body was numb.

"It enjoys altering others' chemistry..." said a voice which was definitely not that of Teryx. It was low and largely monotonous, with emphasis placed on what seemed like the wrong words. "Interesting. We shall make it know its place..."

The creature loomed closer, opening his maw to reveal an oily blackness deep inside. Then the sides of "Teryx's" scaly body began to puncture open with dark pinpricks. The oily substance emerged through the scales as short, flailing tendrils, and the facade of the dragon's face began to slough off like shed skin, as something horrible and alien emerged from within.

The torn, shredding form swept forward and curled tightly around Rale's entire frame, with "Teryx's" jaws dislodging until they looked warped and partially melted. The oily substance oozed from the dragon's mouth, covering Rale's eyes and head entirely as the jaws descended to engulf him. All around him, the shorter tendrils were striking his flesh and fusing with it, making him feel the unsettling sensation of liquid being pumped into his body, into his bloodstream, from all around...

"Can you feel me dissolving into you?" the voice asked him. "Changing you? You like this, don't you? It is fun."

Feeling a sudden release of his paralysis, Rale managed to scream into the dark wetness that was over him. The substance took the opportunity to flood his mouth and coat his interior, into his lungs and down into his stomach... he felt the fullness in both places and thought he should be feeling the need to cough it up, but no such urge arose. Bit by bit, it started to feel...

Good. The voice was his own headvoice now, which was very confusing. It will accept us. After all, it has no choice.

He struggled to understand. He saw a fleeting image of light and felt a warmness in his waist and groin. Then everything faded, his last sensations the rhythmic pressure of being pumped full of strange fluids.

Rale came around a moment later, his feet on the floor of his bedroom and his butt on the bed itself. His eyes opened -- to stare vacantly at the wall straight ahead. Teryx's golden mane was visible along at the bottom of his field of view -- the dragon kneeling on the floor, hands caressing Rale's balls and gaze trained on the pre that was beading up at the wolf's tip.

Rale tried to move his eyes to look more directly at Teryx. He discovered that he could not do so.

Then, without meaning to do so, he looked down at himself... at the erection that Teryx had been worshipfully maintaining for him during the takeover.

"My Commodore?" the dragon said hopefully.

"Get on my dick, soldier," the wolf's voice said. "Put some of that extra energy I gave you to good use." Commodore Rale lay back, folded his arms behind his head, and offered his cock for a cowboy ride. "We're going to be at this for a while, so we'll take turns being passive and active. I'll need to sample how well this wolf can feed me in order to get a sense of when I'll be able to return."

Rale heard all of this in his own voice and did not understand why he was saying any of it. He struggled to make even a fingertip obey him but found himself locked out.

Instead, there was only the surreal experience of watching Teryx's erection throb, the dragon's knees spreading in a squat as he climbed onto the bed and lowered himself onto the wolf's shaft, a look of fanatical passion in his eyes as he gazed longingly at... whoever was now in control.

As the dragon's ass let gravity do the work of penetration, there was much pleasure in the wolf's body. Too much pleasure -- inescapable -- with Rale unable to express any of it through his controlled body. The sensations grew, warming him -- flooding his consciousness until his thoughts were drowning in a glow that still somehow felt needy, achy, and unsatisfied.

Teryx bounced fast, chuckling as he did so, arms locking with the wolf's as he engaged in this beautiful physical metaphor for their relationship. Topping and bottoming had almost been transcended; if anything this was now a kind of disempowered power-bottoming, where Teryx would take any role and switch into any position for the sake of enhancing that bond. When Commodore was in his head, it was easy to bicker with him -- but the moment he was gone, that ache to reunite with him would begin, and passionate sex with his current host was a close-second feeling to the joy of the slug slipping back into his ear.

Commodore correctly understood all of those things as he watched Teryx's excitement through Rale's eyes, but he kept the information veiled from the wolf, whom he wanted to torture with a slow drip of revelations. For now, all the wolf needed to know was that his body belonged to someone else, and that its pleasure must increase... and increase... and increase! Even to the point of despair and exhaustion!

In the hazy chemistry of the moment, Teryx's movements as he rode the wolf were not his most coordinated ever, but he made up for the occasional awkward angle with a passion that bordered on bestial. His stance at first was a squatting cowboy-missionary pose, but when his speed made him wobbly on his ankles, he allowed himself the concession of angling forward, letting his strong core do the work by supporting himself on feet and hands and letting his dick brush over the wolf's belly fur. Teryx left behind pre in long dribbles, growling savagely as he bucked his ass backward, tail high, fervently milking that very special organ. He felt an incredible sense of fulfillment, knowing he was in his proper place and that all was right with the world. Sure, there were detracting factors -- he hadn't expected to be hopped up on something Rale slipped him -- but his role in life was being perfectly carried out. He was a--

"Good soldier~" the wolf's voice huffed. "Now, hold him tight, don't let 'em get away, he's about to blow and I want him to fully experience it."

Teryx responded by half-roaring, eyes going wide as he grabbed the wolf's chest by both sides and pressed his hands together as a form of brute-forced weight support. He could feel the heaviness in his elbows and shoulders as he flexed those limbs together and kept riding hard.

As Rale regained control of himself, he looked violently angry -- but didn't manage to do anything with it as his spine arched and his mouth let out a desperate moan of orgasm. His hips shoved his cock fully to the hilt inside of Teryx, and the proverbial load was blown. Heart pounding and head dizzy, Rale pumped seven thick spurts into Teryx's depths. The dragon's erect shaft bounced with a rising sense of urgency but did not cum... yet.

"Hhhfuu... hfuuuck... g... gruh..."

Rale made an uncoordinated move with his arms, trying to wrest himself out from under the dragon, but was thwarted by Teryx's hands changing position to weigh heavily on where the wolf's biceps met the shoulders. "I wouldn't try anything too violent," the dragon whispered. "You'll spoil the pleasure, and he'd hate that..."

"And who the hell is h--"

Rale's face twitched and went blank. All of his muscles slackened, until his expression was pretty much that of a living doll. A final, aftershock spasm of his cock played itself out. Then he had a facial expression again. A pleased one.

Rale's voice spoke again as Commodore's puppet: "Lube up fully and penetrate him. He will now crave it... and deserve it."

Teryx's heart fluttered with excitement. He grabbed Rale's bottle of lube and soaked his cock accordingly, pulling up off Rale's prick in the process and feeling the satisfying cum-drip as the shaft flopped free. Rale's erection wasn't deflating much, but it had dropped to "lazily hard" status and remained that way for the moment. As Teryx finished preparing, Commodore flipped the controlled man over to a squatting position, before planting himself on all fours for rear entry.

"Ugghh... what the..." Rale was saying, seemingly of his own volition again, but through a severe mental fog. His limbs did not appear to be under his control, as he was speaking toward the wall and still in an obedient "mount me" stance, without apparent resistance. "Why can't I..."

"Hush. Turnabout is fair play," said Teryx as his raging erection pressed up against the wolf's pucker. "You made my body a slave to your chems, but now something far more worse is dosing you."

"You did something... ngh, FUCK...!!"

Teryx smirked. "Yes, I'm a bit big."

Rale swore -- not just about the size, although that girth was certainly enhancing the main issue as it became prominent in the wolf's mind. For reasons unknown to Rale, every conceivable "YES, MORE" signaler in his neurology was firing at full strength. To hear his instincts tell it, nothing in the world mattered right now except getting more of that thick, ridged shaft inside of him and being its servicer.

"Ff... Fuck, harder!" Rale growled as his rear started to squeeze, his rationality overcome by the hunger. "HARDER, DAMMMIT!!"

Within seconds, Rale was moaning for Teryx's thrusts as if utterly addicted to them and having been craving a fix. It felt as if his rear contained a deep and terrible itch that only Teryx's cock could scratch, and it would scratch the itch best by thoroughly ploughing him.

"Hmm, you don't sound too sure~" Teryx teased him as he thrust with agonizing slowness.

"You don't understand... I need it. Go harder, please! PLEASE!!"

"Aww, did someone find some sort of pheromone receptor in there and slap it around?" Teryx asked, slurring the word 'pheromone' a bit as he continued struggling with his own (albeit mitigated) altered state.

"You whore... gods, it burns, I need it... what the fuck is wrong with me!?"

Teryx gradually fucked him harder. "Shhhh, don't be so loud. Save that for when we make you let it all out."

Additional swearing from the wolf followed as the dragon's dick bottomed out. His rear was clenching hungrily around the shaft, grasping and relaxing and grasping again as if milking it was the only thing that could give existence meaning.

Teryx continued at his own pace -- slow and steady, enjoying the wolf's hapless submission to the urge to be filled. Maybe it was programming; maybe it was his own sense of justice after being needlessly violated. Regardless of the source, Teryx felt an extra layer of pleasure each time he felt that ass squeeze, or watched a needy twitch of an arm or heard a moan for more. Having physical control over how deeply those needs got satisfied was giving him a high he hadn't expected in this situation. He could almost feel Commodore in his thoughts, like a secondary image of himself rubbing hands together and laughing evilly, pleased by how much this induced need and Teryx's "only ever almost-enough" treatment of it would drive the wolf's neurology wild. He would give Commodore so much fuel tonight.

Subconsciously influenced by this understanding, Teryx's thrusts gradually quickened. He felt his own appetite to dominate the wolf's rear increasing. He wanted to leave his mark deep inside him for daring to think he could get away with this mistreatment...

From the wolf's point of view, the quickening thrusts -- and the moans and clenches -- brought about a limited clarity. As the itch burned less, he began to think more. His shaft was raging hard once against, oozing pre he hadn't expected to still have in him. He could feel his prostate making subtler spasms, more than for his usual romps on the occasion that he ended up on bottom.

"I don't even... aahh, what was controlling..."

"Oh, you'll learn, my dear wolf~"

The wolf's shaft throbbed hard, a bead of pre falling from the tip. "Ngghh!! But why... now I'm... I can talk but I can't..."

"It's better for him this way. He craves the rawness of your struggle. The hunger you feel, the way you react, the way your pleasure builds up... it's all so much more ideal when it's fresh from the source instead of fully controlled. You're going to keep feeling pleasure, all night long, because that makes him stronger."

"Hhgh... hh... he...?"

"That's right," said Teryx as he used one hand to jerk the wolf's cock while still pumping his rear. "Your new master... or perhaps I should say, your new master's father, heheh~"

Rale was clearly scared, regarding Teryx as either delirious from the drugs or downright insane to begin with. There was a predatory, ravenous edge in the dragon's tone that made the wolf feel both endangered and frustratingly one-upped.

"You don't scare me," Rale lied -- poorly. "When whatever you did wears off..."

Clear as a bell, the wolf heard himself saying in his thoughts: It won't.

Then Rale began to lose more control again... of everything except the muscle groups immediately relevant to ejaculation. His awareness became amplified in that area: every tingle of pleasure, every ebb and flow of tension in the parasympathetic nerves was made loud and overwhelming, like the roar of a monster seeking to devour what was left of the integrity of his mind.

"It will be reprogrammed," Rale's mouth said without his consent.

"Yes it will," said Teryx as his thrusting became hard and fast. He grabbed hold of the wolf's sides again, rising higher and letting his tongue and fangs show in the dark as he fucked.

"It will serve," said Rale. "It will moan for its masters... it will feed us..."

Rale ejaculated, with his whole body spasming and twitching like a puppet being animated by an erratic current. It wasn't his normal response, but one resulting from the alien mixture of control and non-control which Commodore was currently exerting. The slug's hooks dug deeper into the wolf's neurology at that moment, sucking up more byproducts of the pleasure and pronouncing an opinion about them:

"Good... its hunger is strong. It will be milked without end until our process is complete. Milked... and trained."

Teryx didn't bother asking why Commodore was using those pronouns right now, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the slug had determined Rale found objectification arousing. "It's only a serving drone," said Teryx, playing off of the notion.

"Yes, just a vessel for someone stronger... someone who is a person..."

Teryx came hard in Rale's rear. All he could think about was how fulfilling it was to be filling Commodore by proxy, with the slug co-opting all of the goodness of those sensations and using it for his own purposes...

"H-help..." Rale murmured as control returned to his mouth.

"Mmm, but we're already helping," whispered Teryx, feeling no compassion at all for him. If anything, he was feeling the same kind of alien coldness that Commodore normally felt toward hosts. Indulging in it felt... good. "Soon you'll have all the help anyone could ask for. Always."

Rale shivered, seeming to be struggling to move any of his limbs and having pointedly limited success. "It's... not right... nhhh...!! Why're you making me feel this...!?"

"Because to be rebuilt, you must be broken," whispered Teryx.

"Aaaagh! Why can't I get soft... why can't I get done!?"

The wolf's face slackened again before Commodore's voice took over speaking: "Stop panicking and listen. You wanted a one-sidedly indulgent time, and now you've got one. I don't care about your predatory proclivities, but they're a needless endangerment to our goals and will be repurposed to service us. I will claim and control you, and you will get off on the predatory joy of having yourself get used. You will learn to see your flesh as an object, an external object like the people you've done this to. It's all a matter of breaking you in just the right way." He turned to Teryx and pulled off the dragon's cock, excess load dripping as he did so: "Get out his suit from the closet."

"Yes, Commodore," said the dragon with a broad grin.

* * *

Commodore hadn't specified which suit, but it took Teryx a matter of moments to find the right one upon flicking on the closet's light. There was a full-body latex catsuit, complete with a cockring and vibrator.

With the thing hooked into his brain, Rale's usual perspectives were being challenged. He could clearly see Teryx approaching with the catsuit, bindings, and vibrator. These were tools -- things which Rale normally used for breaking his latest victims. They were not for him, but for his inferior prey.

You are inferior prey.

Rale felt a concerning rush of claustrophobia and immobility as Teryx "helped" him into the suit. As if in some sort of perverse dream out of his control, Rale couldn't move himself of his own free will. Even his thoughts and emotions were polluted by whatever... or whoever...

An instrument for the greater will.

The process of getting into the tight suit, and being secured to a chair with ropes and cuffs, became a clip show of sensations. In objective terms, Rale lost several seconds of consciousness for each second he was aware. He was "awake" only for each instant that some strong sensation occurred: the tightening of the suit around an inserted arm, the feeling of the latex engulfing his shaft, the rush of bloodflow as he became erect against his will, and the sensation of the ring being firmly applied. This process that took over a minute compressed for Rale into what subjectively seemed like ten seconds of waking and re-waking from sleep, with each moment twisting his mind and forcing his arousal higher.

Teryx had led him into the large walk-in closet and bound him to "that" chair, the special one that Rale had secured to the floor and walls, complete with loadable IV drip bags, to keep his toys trapped, compliant, and forgetful while he went out. It had been years since Rale sat down on this chair. Doing so felt wrong; it was where the lesser creatures sat.

The voice, however, had a different idea: There is no objecting to this. Objects do not object. This nest will serve the greater will...

Teryx leaned in close -- brushed the musky, spent cock up against Rale's muzzle.

"I think you'll be cleaning this up now," said the dragon as he tapped the button to turn on the cockring's vibrator, to what Rale had sometimes described as the "irritatingly low" setting.

The hum flowing into Rale's dick through the latex was accompanied by a partial return of bodily control. Like for limbs waking up from being asleep, but without so much prickling, Rale could feel himself regaining use of his pelvic region and also his neck and mouth. There was also the strangest instinctive urge to submit and lick. He should submit and lick...

The suggestion ran afoul of Rale's values, and he growled and tried to snap his teeth at Teryx's cock instead. The result was a shock of pain in his face and the feeling of his open jaw becoming paralyzed mid-motion, left to hang open with his drool dangling from his lupine tongue.

The fuck!? thought Rale. He tried to move but could only thrust his hips within the limited range of motion available. That was all: he could thrust and make his arousal feel even more worked up as the vibrator toyed with him, and as that cock scooted in to help itself to the moist towelette that was the wolf's exposed tongue.

Teryx flexed his groin muscles sharply enough to make the half-flaccid member rise and flop onto Rale's tongue, at which point he folded his arms in amusement and let it rest there.

"Such a naughty pup, trying to bite me," said Teryx. "Seems like you need some obedience training."

Clean him, instructed the voice.

Again Rale had control of his mouth; again he tried to close his teeth around the offending member. His reward was an intense pain in his own cock, which worsened the harder he tried to bite. Even without the pain, trying to close them felt unusually effortful, like trying to push a hand through thick slime, and the motion was infinitely slower than he had expected. With the pain, it created a convincing illusion that he was biting himself, while Teryx remained undamaged.

The voice did not tease him further, nor wax poetic again. It only said sternly: Obey.

Rale ceased trying to bite, but he did not lick. Teryx swayed his hips teasingly from side to slide, playing the shaft over the tongue, using that stimulation to help maintain the plump-yet-flaccid size.

Rale managed to move his eyes upward, expecting to see hateful, vengeful delight in Teryx's face. To Rale's surprise, it was an almost playful look -- like that of a friend from university telling him he totally deserved a counter-prank that had been performed in response to his earlier mischief.

The realization crept up on Rale: Teryx felt superior and entirely safe. Rale was not a threat to him at all. It wasn't overconfidence, either, but rather calculation.

Obey.

This time, the word was accompanied by a sweltering rush of need. Rale felt so hungry for cock... not to bite it, but to lick it and slut for it.

In vain, he dwelled one more time on the idea of biting it, but the mere thought of it caused that discomfort in his penis to creep back up. That was bad; he should... something else.

Obey.

The urge to lick increased, feeling like a compulsion that he could only restrain but never dispel. Alongside this, his rarely tapped submissive side found itself thrust into prominence, growing more and more important in how he processed the situation. He found it more and more difficult to see the dragon's dominant posture and tasty shaft as an insult to his pride, and easier and easier to see it as a chance to enjoy.

Rale, great predator of the streets, felt the liberating rush of defeat as his salivation increased. Wouldn't it be better to be bound, teased, and serve for a change? Wouldn't it? His heart raced and erection raged as his emotions continued to twist.

He had made Teryx's shaft so musky... he must clean it... open up like a good toy and lick, lick...

Just like that, Rale found himself obeying. Each experimental slurp along the dragon's length was accompanied by an explosive payload of endorphins that quickly induced an unnatural neurological high... but that feeling of satisfaction and rest would fade just as alarmingly fast as it started if he resisted or stopped. Rale being Rale, he tried. The thing's boundaries quickly imposed themselves upon him like an elaborate maze of chemical fences, with servicing Teryx as the topic that defined where those boundaries were. This and that kinds of licking were particularly good; teeth were bad except to nibble worshipfully at the dragon's scales. Biting was out of the question and a cause for immediate pain and loss of privileges. The vibrator's frustration was to be mediated upon and enjoyed... being kept horny and dry orgasming was important.

The wolf's tail was wagging. He had gained the privilege of using that now. He was a good toy. He would get the delicious dragon shaft all clean and then obey more. Obeying felt good; everything else felt wrong. How -- he was soon asking himself as Commodore's influence coursed through him like a mindvirus -- could there have ever been a time when he didn't obey?

"Mmm, good boy~" Teryx teased, his shaft swelling back up as the wolf continued to taste it. He clicked the vibrator up to a harsher setting. "Pup wants a treat, does he?"

Rale uttered something muffled in submission, his thoughts a blur as he suckle-slurped that cock. Everything was peace and light and happiness as long as he kept doing that. Nevermind that he could feel the way his groin was getting agitated by that cockring. Nevermind that he knew how this situation went and that within two or three hours he'd be literally moaning and begging for anyone to let him go and let him actually cum. Nevermind any of that; he needed dick, in his mouth, forever.

Teryx pulled out at one point and pressed his abdomen against Rale's mouth instead, letting the fully erect cock glide along the wolf's neck fur for a moment instead. Rale kept adoring the dragon's abs with that tongue, leaving them glistening and polished before audibly whining and nosing down at the shaft in need again.

"There there~ I won't leave you thirsty."

Teryx put it all the way back in again. The increasingly broken Rale serviced it with all the more fervor, practically treating it like how a baby might treat a pacifier as Commodore's influence made it clearer and clearer that his role would be to serve and obey, under a chemical influence far more artful than anything Rale had been able to achieve with his own victims.

"Please, Teryx," said Rale without meaning to during the next brief pull-back, "punish me for what I did to you. Make me suffer. Don't let me cum until the time is right."

The rain dragon smirked and cranked the cockring up to its highest setting. Rale moaned and then got that moan muffled as the thick shaft filled his muzzle again.

Looking up at the strong, superior rain dragon made the toy wolf feel like he was finally in the right place. Even if competing thoughts came up, he could rest easily assured that they would be crushed. He would serve dick from now on and be a good toy, since his normal behavior pattern was too risky. Something identifiable as criminal activity wouldn't do for their purposes. The greater will required that he be a good boy from now on -- perhaps until such a time as his skills could be re-trained and re-evaluated.

The alien control in his mind was getting more intimate. The last bastions of Rale's secrets were opening themselves to Commodore, whom Rale was also slowly coming to understand better in a wordless, sexualized way. Commodore was the big top who was penetrating the tight, nervous holes of Rale's mind and filling them with something better. Commodore... how did he know it was called Commodore? The name seeped into him, drifting into mind like a waterlogged note drifting over a wet street and into a sewer's drain. Rale was the sewer, nasty and base and disgusting, but Commodore would make him functional and worthwhile, and keep the stink of his evil from attracting too much attention. One mistake could get him caught, after all... even a small mistake could do it. He didn't want to be caught; he should instead be safe. Safe in the warmer, nicer prison of his Commodore's commands. A prison where the vibrator would make his cock feel warm and needy forever and where he would always suck the dragon cock when it passed his face...

In truth, most of these suggestions were less "eternal" in their intent than Rale's mind was making them out to be, but Commodore was not giving them a defined point for termination, and thus eternal they would be. Rale's very ability to give definition and limit to ideas was currently compromised, leaving him dependent upon Commodore's guidance instead.

Commodore could see better now what appeal such actively debilitating methods had for Sir. In a strongly unwilling host, it was so much easier to break the mind in key spots first... to change their lens of everything, and then build a new narrative from there. He would tell Rale suitable stories, until he believed them utterly.

Rale thus knew who Sir was, too. Part of the greater will. Part of the will that would make sure he sucked cock like a good wolf. Being told stories and trained sounded nice.

The haze of obedience was interrupted at last by the feeling of Teryx's surprisingly thick follow-up load shooting into the back of Rale's throat. He swallowed of course, like he was supposed to. There was a hazy glow of orgasm for the wolf, too. His whole body was warm and tingly and good, the vibrator never ceasing. The ring was too tight for him to release, but that didn't matter: a trashy toy like him didn't need to release unless the greater will said so...

Teryx slipped his softening cock free -- lifted Rale's chin, and gazed into his eyes. They were vacant and joyous, the predator within now fully ensnared in Commodore's hunger and harvest.

The cloud of pleasure peaked again as Rale saw Teryx smiling at him.

"Good pup," the dragon said.

Then he turned casually around, lifted his tail, and made Rale clean him out back there too. The lust to lick increased, and soon Rale was exploring the shape of Teryx's rear and the contours of his pucker. Apart from the gooey, familiar-tasting aftereffects of Rale's own shaft being ridden earlier, it was every bit as pristine as the wolf would've expected.

For reasons poorly understood by Rale, there was a rising need to adore that body in particular. Shoving his snout deeper into Teryx's rear was like shoving himself into the embrace of an old friend to whom he longed to return. He couldn't help himself: nuzzling, pressing, slurping the barely musky walls. A confusing judgment reverberated through his thoughts: being inside of Teryx was superior to being inside of Rale. Rale was inferior to Teryx. Rale must adore the superior vessel.

The compulsion to dwell on this notion became so extreme that Rale would have shoved his head much further inside if it would've fit. Reality prevented this, however, with Teryx ending up sort-of-face-sitting upon the length of Rale's snout, while using the chair's sides and back to support the necessary gymnastics to make the angle pleasant. Teryx didn't quite get hard again, instead remaining plump-flacid through his afterglow as the wolf kept trying to work deeper -- testicles hanging lower than usual and swaying slightly with the bodily shifts and short hip-thrusts of the moment.

Whines of need flowed freely from the wolf's vocal chords in between these desperate nudges and deep licks. Rale would've felt terribly embarrassed about it, if that faculty of his mind had not been thoroughly locked down. Even when Teryx began to clench rhythmically around his snout like it was no more than an opportunistically useful sex toy, the wolf's emotions were manipulated to feel as if this was perfectly right: the natural order of existence.

The dragon remained there, tail high and arms and legs flexing with the effort, until he had managed to get his own itch for having something inside of him adequately scratched. What he reached wasn't an orgasm so much as a subtler sense of satisfaction -- a mental tickmark that his rear's need for a certain length, girth, and firmness had been slaked for the time being. He was breathing heavily, with a renewed wave of pleasantness crackling through his mind.

"Thanks~" cooed Teryx between calm, deep breaths. A quiet moan escaped him as he slowly pulled his rear forward and upward off the wolf's face, returning to a standing posture by the chair.

Rale watched that hole recede and felt a pang of separation and longing. It was a sense of abandonment that chilled him to the core and made his eyes go pleadingly wide. Fear filled him: the dread of being left behind, alone, vulnerable, incapable. The fear was his own, but the reasons for feeling it were not. He was only a fleshy tool, a plug-and-play peripheral -- experiencing fear on someone else's behalf, because that someone couldn't experience it alone.

Amid these confusing thoughts and the ever-present hum of the vibrator, Rale felt the beginning of a surge of a kind of mental overload he had never felt before.

Then there was an instant of darkness, followed by oblivion.

Sometime later, Rale woke again. Still tied up. Still being vibrated. His shaft rigid and needy in the suit.

Teryx was gone. Somehow, he knew this. He was alone in his flat, and would remain so for the next several hours until Teryx checked on him around lunchtime. The schedule filtered back into his mind. His endless irresolvable pleasure, and that alien presence in his mind, would be his only companions in the dark for now.

He deserved this. He would be a good pup and obey.

It was only then that Rale noticed, to his surprise, that his arms were no longer bound. Only his legs were still shackled to the chair. In theory, if needed, he could undo the leg bindings and get free. Why would Teryx leave his hands unbound?

Then he looked at his cock again and realized.

He must stimulate himself.

He must be a good pup and masturbate quietly -- never releasing his seed, but orgasming repeatedly -- until the time was right.

The time would soon be right. He only needed to orgasm again and again and again. That was all that was required of him right now.

"Yes... Commodore..." he uttered aloud in confusion as he began to obey that strong compulsion to engage in hour after hour of perverse, dry cockmilking.

Placing his hand upon the latex-covered shaft felt so right, so good, that nothing could be better.