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Humiliation

Part 2 of "Force of Nature", by H. A. Kirsch / Hawk / Whatever

Copyright 2006

This story only really makes sense if you read "Dog Days". It also makes more sense if you read "Under The Devil's Eye", so you know who the hell Hawk is.

Warning: This story is totally unedited. It also has a classic Hawk abrupt ending. Thbt.

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Hawk woke up to a sea of yellow.

"What the fuck is this?" He jumped out of bed to the rustling of paper. Behind him on the mattress was a chalk-outline of his sleeping form made with yellow post-it notes. On each of them was a word written in wide permanent marker. "Slut", "Whore", "Puppy", "Shit", so on.

The walls were covered in them, spaced roughly every few inches. The ceiling had similar notes, each one with a letter, spelling out various insults. The table was covered, the video screen covered, even the sink bowl in the bathroom closet.

Hawk shook his head as he went to take his morning piss, wanting to chuckle as he let loose until he noticed that there was something in the bowl. It was a zip freezer bag with several similar notes taped together, the marker lines making not words but a fair rendition of the wolf's own grouchy complexion. The bag was kept from going down the drain by a small string. Hawk had been aiming his stream right into the center of the face.

Bladder half full, he rushed across the room and out the door. The hallway seemed completely normal, until he backed out to the other side. There were huge arrows pointing to the door, a phrase on each. "Hawk drinks out of a bowl like a puppy," "Hawk lets dogs fuck him up the ass," "Hawk will lick anything put in front of him." The door had a picture of a dog-house drawn on it, with a startlingly good caricature of him crouching on a leash next to it. The doghouse had a name placard reading, of course, "Hawk".

Hawk's ears burned. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or be angry. No one else seemed to be around - he'd heard no sounds in the hallway the night before, and the only people who would see the graffiti seemed to be Marcus, Michael, Airn, Toryk, and Carl.

He walked down the hall, peering at the other room doors. They all had name placards - the only one he could recognize was Toryk's. Underneath each placard was a small note that read, "Occupied." Hawk's ears burned again.

He felt rank and needed a shower, entering the communal bathroom. There was an unusual smell, like condoms and gunpowder. He chalked it up to mixed cleaning supplies and finished his piss into the urinal.

Someone rushed in the door, a black figure, and Hawk bolted back, piss arcing up all over the flush handle. A commotion fired up around the room: figures in heavy rubber stormtrooper gear burst out of the four showers, two more rushed in the door, and someone grabbed Hawk from behind. The wolf's field of view careened around, his head snapped down and shoved up against the wall. He flinched, expecting a terrible crack to the head, but there was barely a thump. His body was too stunned to react for seconds, then cold poured down every inch of his skin, fur prickling up.

"Well. I see you must have encountered our little present to you," Marcus said, voice chirping up at the end like a question. Hawk tried to figure out how the dog had gotten behind him.

"What the hell is going on?"

"We were just making sure everyone knew about what had happened yesterday, since there was no footage of it. I see you also encountered our archives, yes? You even kept watching after seeing "Shock", that poor cat who enjoys going over the line."

"How do you know about-" Hawk's attempt to speak was stifled as Marcus tilted the wolf's head forward and thwapped the nosepad against tile, making him sneeze.

"Training wouldn't be good if you reserved all of your rights, would it? You'd never learn anything. For example, you haven't yet learned not to urinate all over like a puppy."

Marcus sneered and twisted the wolf's scruff until Hawk's nose was in line with the dripping flush handle for the urinal. "Dogs are very good at cleaning up their own messes. Clean up yours."

"No."

"Clean it up, or you'll be cleaning up mine too. Then everyone else's here. Look at them." Marcus twisted Hawk's head, pointing the black nose at everyone in the room. Eight people, only one of them someone that Hawk knew at all. Michael may have been in the collection, but how would he know? There were two tiger tails. "Do you want that much piss inside of you? You'd have to piss that all out too."

With a groan, Hawk nosed at the flush handle, then started lapping it clean. His ears burned so hot he thought they were going to light on fire. The black wolf's mind divided - part of it was severely turned on by being forced to lick his own urine off of the surprisingly phallic flush handle. That part made him push his muzzle over onto it. The other part was telling him that he was licking his own urine off the same flush handle countless people could have used.

He pulled off and coughed. "Is that enough for you? I don't think that's enough for you. You didn't just make the mess there." Marcus laughed and whipped Hawk in the back of the head with his riding crop.

"Don't make me lick the fucking toilet," Hawk hissed, any kind of humor draining out of his face.

"You didn't piss on the toilet. You pissed on the floor," the cape dog sneered, gloved fingers sliding into Hawk's headfur again, forcing the snout down to look at the streaks of fluid on the floor. "Now, you clean off the floor."

"I'm not going to lick the fucking floor! Are you kidding? What the hell is on the floor, there could be all kinds of shit and things growing-"

Despite being unnervingly thin, Marcus was as strong or stronger than Hawk and much faster on the draw. Hawk was muscled to the floor.

"You do not argue with me, Mr. Wolf."

"I'm not licking the god damned floor!"

"Do you know what kind of punishment you'll get if you do this?" Marcus twisted the wolf's head hard enough to slap his muzzle right into the puddle. "Do you know? I hope you weren't traumatized in school with your head down the WC because you just might relive it, with the help of 7 loads of cat-piss."

"What the hell are you doing this for?"

"You clean up your mess, puppy. Lick."

Hawk hadn't been traumatized like that in school, but he didn't want to have anything to do with cat piss. He licked at the floor, then started lapping. He divided again - he definitely was a bad dog, pissing all over the floor, and it really was just piss, his own even. But it was the floor.

After about ten licks, he really couldn't get any more without drooling it back out, and swallowed. "You asshole."

"What did you call me?" Marcus twisted Hawk's head again, this time up to meet his gaze. "I don't think you want-"

Hawk got a good look around. Not only was the crowd made up of apparently feline rubber-clad costumed stormtroopers - complete with ominous gas-mask breathing apparatuses - but one of them was holding a digital video camera. "Hey, that fucker's got a camera! I didn't say you could do that!"

"Actually, you did."

"Let me go! I'm not going to let you film all sorts of weird shit with me in it and leave it around for everyone to watch!" Hawk leveraged some of his muscle and kicked Marcus in the shin. The dog stumbled back and snorted, immediately grabbed up by one of the cat monsters. He pulled a boot up and scowled.

"Well. You're going to polish that out later on, puppy. But that's something else. Clean him." Marcus huffed and flipped a gloved paw around, then limped out.

"Clean me - you can't clean me! You can't even, you can't video me without permission!"

"Get in there," one of the cats said, and closed rubber-clad fingers around the wolf's bicept, then threw him into the shower. Hawk staggered in and bounced off the wall. He hadn't paid much attention to the bathroom, but apparently the shower walls were removable, and had been replaced with just curtains. The other cats hauled them back, leaving a big corner of the tiled room.

Hawk was treated like a prisoner, hosed down, sprayed with foam, and roughed up with what looked like a big floor brush. He just repeated to himself that it beat licking piss from the floor, or being trotted around the room like a show dog. It got all the loose fur off, gave him plenty of opportunity to spit.

Then the nozzle came. Hawk had not been the type to wash himself out religiously before having sex. He'd seen the enema equipment on one of the shower units the day before, even pondered using it to see what the fuss was about.

Now that a nearly seven-foot-tall tiger looking like some demonic alien scientist was holding him against the wall while another tried to force the nozzle in, the wolf had second thoughts.

Hawk had been under the impression that with an enema, things went in, and then more things came back out. "This is gross! I don't want to do this! Come on, can't we... can't we figure something else out? You know, I mean I'm not a dirty wolf-" One of the costumed cats squirted some kind of gel all over Hawk's rump, then prodded again. This time, the metal pushed right in. Hawk's teeth clicked together and he thumped his forehead down against the tile.

"You be quiet. Just stay still and relax, or it'll end up hurting you." The voice was heavy and muffled, accented on both ends of phrase by the huff of breath inside helmet mask, tubing, and some kind of filter. The voice was unmistakably Michael's.

For a second, Hawk wondered if they were simply going to turn it on and leave it, for torture. He tensed and groaned, feeling an ache inside from the unforgiving metal. One of the tigers fooled with the shower, and a faint bit of pressure went into the nozzle, followed by warmth. It made the entire sensation that much better.

After a few moments, the tiger pulled the nozzle out. "Now, release."

"No, that's... that's gross," Hawk whined, ears flattening up against his water-matted fur. "Can't I use the toilet?"

"Follow your orders, puppy." Something prodded the wolf's entrance, then slid in. It squirmed and moved, clearly rubber-clad finger. After a few seconds, Hawk's hole started to quiver, heat coming out and trickling down his thighs. The wolf took in a chest-filling breath and closed his eyes, then just relaxed.

Michael pulled the finger out, and everything that had gone in rushed out with wet slaps onto the floor. Hawk pressed up against the wall, holding onto it. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Now there'll be a little more-"

In went the nozzle, much more easily this time. Instead of simply pressing in, the cat pulled upwards. Hawk immediately tensed and tried to pull off. "Hey, hey, that hurts. Stop that!"

"Give him the mask," Michael growled. One of the other tigers came up with something that looked like an EMT's breathing bag.

"You have to be fucking kidding! What the hell is that!" Hawk squalled, as the two cats stuffed his muzzle into it. One of them squeezed at the orange bag, blowing a quarter-lungful of noxious fumes. Hawk recognized it instantly as poppers. The cats backed off as the wolf wheezed, back slowly arching, rump pushing out. "God, why do you have to do this, I can do it all.. myself.."

His muscles relaxed and the cat tugged again, turning on the flow. This time, water immediately filled up the wolf and rushed back out alongside the nozzle, over the cat's arm and down Hawk's legs.

"You need to get used to this. Later on this week, we'll be showing you how to do deep penetration."

"What?" Hawk groaned, the nozzle coming out, his body slowly emptying the rest of the way.

The cats turned the shower nozzles back onto the wolf, hitting him with more soap before letting it wash off. Michael and another came forward and dragged him out and in front of the fur dryer.

"Isn't that better? Puppy's all clean for now," Michael said, the huff-click of the words coming just above one of Hawk's ears. The two cats got on each arm and started walking Hawk out of the bathroom and down the hall.

"Not really," Hawk growled. One of the cats was still aiming the video camera, backing down the hallway with awkward boot clops as smoothly as he could.

They entered into a room, indicated by a black plate on the door. The room inside was just as black as the plate: walls, ceiling, most of the floor. In the center was a large restraint chair of some type, with overhead attachments and a slightly raised platform underneath, with what looked like a lip and a floor drain. Hawk didn't like the look of it at all.

"Ahh, you smell very clean, Mr. Wolf," Marcus said, tapping his crop into a gloved hand and approaching. The dog prodded Hawk under the tail. "And I assume you are quite empty now, hmm?"

"Shut up," the wolf sneered, feeling a twinge of rebellion. In return, Marcus swatted him with the crop, and not the flogger - the shaft of it, a stout snap to the muzzletip.

"Boys, come here and muzzle him."

The cats dragged Hawk around the room, and on the other side of the chair assembly were several flight-cases full of various toys. One of them was a full-head harness, with a muzzle pouch at the end made of what looked like saddle leather.

"Wait, wait," Marcus hissed, and clopped over. He took the muzzle from the tiger who appeared to be Michael from the other day, and spit into it. "There, I think that's more appropriate."

Hawk tried to fight off the cats, but Marcus made careful use of the shock band at the wolf's tailbase to remind him to behave. Heavy gloves grabbed Hawk by the scruff, forced his head upwards while more shoved the wet muzzle down over his jaw. He tried to yell out but it just came out as a muffle through the two nostril holes.

"Be glad I didn't piss in there," Marcus said, slowly stalking around the proceedings. "Get him up on the chair, like a dog to be mounted. We'll get things started soon enough. Mr. Wolf, but first... I have a unique idea. You see, we tend to videotape training sessions here, really for legal reasons but of course, they make good entertainment as I'm sure you know. But even more, instead of simply having you filmed, you're going to watch yourself filmed, while it's happening. You'll get to see everything the way that myself or my 'guards' here see it. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

"Huh?" the wolf managed to growl, before one of the tigers practically tossed him onto the chair. Two tigers held Hawk down, while the others milled around doing something. They approached and snapped something onto the muzzle, around where the eyes were. At first, the wolf thought it was a blindfold, which he was somehow happy for.

The black of visual seclusion exploded with light and the garish masked color scheme of Marcus' face. "This is me, Mr. Wolf. This is you."

Hawk found it hard to look at what his eyes were seeing for a few seconds, the image blurring and refocusing until something adjusted itself and the image moved from being a headache-inducing close screen to simply being all there was to see. What he ended up seeing was a zoom in of his face, freshly-cleaned fur sticking out around the straps of the muzzle, dampness coming out of the nostril holes as his breath pushed dog-spit back out. The wolf flicked his head from side to side, tried to arch up, huffing into the leather, then grunting, then trying to bark and howl.

Every thing Hawk saw was his own body, his own movements, backwards and from outside. His sense of body feedback turned inside out and his fur hackled up, kicking as the cats shackled his ankles and arms to the chair, then fitted a spreader to the knees. The camera view slowly pulled back, shaky and human but still almost artistic, along the wolf's jerking body, culminating in a shot of his tail. Marcus helped collar the wolf, then pulled his black tail back, using a cuff at the base to keep it out of the way. The cape dog took the camera and rather shakily got a close-up of Hawk's asshole.

"Do you see this? This is one of your most private areas, you know, no one ever sees this part of a man? Or a beast-" Marcus poked at the black muscle, Hawk clenching it in as hard as he could until his tail shook in the cuff. "We'll be seeing a lot of it in a couple days, day after tomorrow in fact, you'll be getting to know it very well and so will perhaps myself or maybe Michael, I haven't decided." The cape dog spit onto it, then forced his thumb inside. Hawk coughed and yelled into the muzzle.

"I didn't ask for your opinion," Marcus hissed, and jerked the camera back at the same time as delivering a swift, gloved crack to Hawk's rump. Hawk's body arched up and tensed, then sunk back against the chair. "That's only the first. We'll start out by hurting you a little, seeing what sort of noises a wolf can make. Not really hurting, you know, I don't think you're into that? Wouldn't want to do anything you don't enjoy."

The camera moved over to almost behind the chair, showing the wolf's blinded face in the foreground, Marcus off in the background as he perused his collection of things, finally picking a two-foot flogger made of thick layered leather, a corrugated negative-space diamond pattern on one side. Hawk's head flicked back and forth, trying to hide from the camera despite not being able to.

"It's unfortunate, you have to listen to me as well as this-" Marcus whipped his arm back and pounded the flogger into Hawk's backside. The wolf merely flinched, stunned with a whuff of air out the nostril holes. "That's not so painful, is it? But if you turn it around," Another brisk smack, this time with a glance off. Hawk screamed into the muzzle, ears quivering, drool oozing out of the breathing holes. Marcus held up the flogger and felt along the metal tormentor, pinching something between his fingers.

"Michael, you might want to zoom in here." The dog came over and grabbed the muzzle as Hawk tried to fight him off, and sprinkled black guardhairs onto the top of it. "Was that pleasant? I think it's mild. Threatening, but the metal can barely scratch you. See?" Out of camera shot, Marcus used the metal side of the flogger to lightly stroke underneath Hawk's balls. The wolf tried to recoil until he couldn't move back further, whining like a puppy into the muzzle.

"Too bad you can only see your face there - I'd like to see your eyes, but if I can't see them, you can't see this." Marcus slapped the flogger against the furred orbs, lightly, then hard enough to make Hawk cough and flinch back. He then gave a much harder slap to the wolf's cock, using the flat side, stroking along the length and bringing it up into camera view. "Most people go soft when I do this? But not you, apparently. Look..." Marcus wiped a drool of precum onto the side of the gag. As the dog stood back up, he gave Hawk's cock a sound slap, more precum literally splattering to the 'seat' of the chair.

Hawk looked around, desperately trying to see where Marcus was going, but once the dog was out of camera shot, the wolf saw no trace of him - he saw the same thing everywhere he turned his head. The scene panned around, focusing on Hawk's left side of his head, zooming in on the muzzle.

"Now, those floggers, those can be fun, but they aren't very dignified, not very.. what is the word, rakish? This, on the other hand-"

Hawk didn't really see what hit him on the bound snout, since his eyes flinched shut at the tremendous crack in the air. The impact didn't directly hurt, thanks to the leather, but it knocked his head to the side quite abruptly. The wolf could see something now wrapped around his nose, a leather braided cord. The cord drooped off to the left, then snapped taut, Hawk's head jerking over, the image staying the same. It slowly panned, to show Marcus holding what appeared to be a bullwhip.

"You can do quite a lot of damage with one of these. What's more embarassing, a paddling by some authority figure, or being restrained up in public and literally flogged?" Marcus snapped a wave down the whip, making it unfurl off Hawk's snout. "Tigers, how about standing him up a little, off the chair, to those overheads. Feel free to tease him, you know, give him a little reward for the effort. "

Two tigers came over and unhooked the front restraints from Hawk's wrists, pulling the wolf's arms up and practically bolting them onto two overhead arms. The cats then spread the arms apart, until Hawk started to panic and thrash at the strain. He snorted hard enough that spit drooled down the muzzle sleeve.

One of the masked tigers came over and cooed at Hawk, feeling the wolf's strained chest, tweaking a nipple or two gently, then started palming over the wolf's balls and cock. Hawk's confused mind got a nice view of the action, heavy rubber tugging and playing with the foreskin, working the precum around until the material nearly squeaked. Hawk couldn't see the blow of the whip, but he felt the hard crack, heard the ringing snap of the end. He jerked forward hard enough to pound his balls against the tiger's arm.

"Now, you stay still, wolf. Marcus over there likes a moving target," the big cat growled, the sound turned into a muffled hiss-click by the respirator.

The second crack was straight across Hawk's ass; the third lower on the backs of his thighs - the wolf jumped forward again, this time getting hard-slapped to the face; the fourth through tenth hitting him hard up the back until it stung his neck.

Hawk's eyes teared up and blurred the video screens, none of the camera action showing a single thing past his upper chest, leaving him to practically imagine the strips of pain along his back.

"It's very complicated, why this is so important, a good flogging, understanding the use of a hard impact," Marcus said, picking up an absurd, scholarly tone. "Some purely enjoy the pain as pleasure, perhaps their brains work differently. Others find, I've been told, that the humiliation is intensely erotic. Or, that the rush of endorphins after the pain makes them feel beaten and glad to be through, willing to do whatever else. What one are you, Mr. Wolf? You seem to flinch even when there is nothing-" Marcus cracked the whip tip just an inch from Hawk's left ear. The wolf groaned and nearly hung from his bonds. One last crack, this one so hard that Hawk shrieked - he thought he was going to grunt the safeword, but what was it? What was it? He forgot, and he couldn't quite let it go, couldn't quite bring himself to say no.

The bonds suddenly clicked and Hawk was free, body slumping over, caught and grabbed by the tigers. One fooled with the muzzle, taking it off, shaking it out above the wolf's ears so his own spit dripped onto them.

"Do you have anything to say, Mr. Wolf? I see that you seem to retain your erection no matter what we do to you. I take that as a good sign."

"No, Sir."

"Is that No Sir, you do not enjoy this?"

Hawk flatted his wet ears. "No Sir, I don't have anything to say."

"Well, good." Marcus came over and gave the wolf a tap to the mouth. "Because this is a temporary respite, you know, I think we're going to gag you open this time, and let this crowd of..." Marcus counted the people in the room. "Six tigers, one cape dog, and I think I can arrange for a fox again. This crowd of eight will use you, Mr. Wolf. I would dare say both ends, in fact, two on one end, six on the other, and you'll be a very grateful wolf by the end."

Marcus micro-managed the conversion of the chair into some sort of bondage horse with stirrups, getting a few grumbles from the tigers as they didn't quite follow the orders. One of them mumbled something to Hawk that sounded a lot like, "Some dogs don't know their place."

Just as he was about to start muzzling the wolf with an ominous piece of leather and metal, Marcus' cell phone rang. He answered it in German, then switched to English.

"And this person, he knows the wolf? Well. I think you ought to bring him down. Please strip him first, I'm sure we can accomodate his interests."

Hawk perked up his ears, trying to hear the other side of the conversation, but all he heard was what sounded like Airn's voice.

"I think you'll be very surprised in about half an hour, Mr. Wolf," Marcus said, then took the video camera from one of the tigers. "Now. You're going to see what you'll be up against. Tigers, please expose yourselves."

The wolf almost laughed, but was stifled as Marcus set the camera down pointed in the general direction of the tigers, and started strapping the muzzle on. It was made of a metal bar wrapped in a spiral of leather, with two C-rings making a rough cone along it. Straps surrounded the contraption. Marcus shoved the rings into the wolf's mouth, having to literally pull the jaw apart to fit things in, then started strapping it down tight. It was uncomfortable, but not due to the rings - the cape dog seemed to enjoy tightening it until Hawk tried to snap his jaw away. The wolf's tongue hung out uselessly over his front teeth, drool immediately pooling around his lower fangs. "Oh, that's very nice," Marcus growled, lust in his voice.

The wolf couldn't see any of this - all he saw were six tigers taking off their rubber codpieces one by one, exposing their cocks. They ranged from unimpressively stout and short - quite typical for a cat - to almost absurdly swollen and drooped. The tigers didn't seem all that familiar with each other, as the drooping one was asked why he had such a big dick, to which he made the approximate motion one would use while working a penis pump.

A commotion started down the hall, and everyone went to look. Airn's voice piped up and he sounded like he was trying to restrain someone, the target bursting into the room and stopping with his arms in the doorway.

"I don't know what the hell is going on! This guy's trying to smother me or something back there, and he made me take off my clothes! What the fuck is this place? Is this like some horror movie where some weirdo digs secret underground places to torture people in-"

Hawk grunted and tried to look at the intruder, but kept seeing the butt of one of the tigers, the camera aimed randomly. The camera-cat jostled the view around until it was square on the incoming creature. The wolf started trying to fight out of his bonds at the sight of a fox he knew fairly well by this point.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Is that Hawk? What the hell is he wearing on his head?"

Marcus stepped into the frame of view and shooed Airn away. "I believe that wolf calls himself Hawk, yes, and that's one of my inventions. You see, the blindfold is a screen, and it receives what this sees-" The cape dog took the camera from the tiger holding it.

"Wow. That's.... " Chad's tail waved hard enough that it made a soft sound through the air. "That's nasty! You mean he can watch whatever you want him to?" The fox grinned ear to ear and let out a piercing yip. "Who are these guys? They're kind of creepy. Are you making a sick movie or something?"

The dog laughed. "Yes, but that's not really the intent. Really, it's just documentation. If you join us, you'll be in it."

The fox laid his ears back. "What? I don't want to be in some porno!"

"It won't leave this building."

"Well. Uh. You didn't answer my question!" Chad poked Marcus in the chest.

"The tigers? They're friends of a friend here... This one's Michael, and honestly I can't quite remember which one is which otherwise. I think it's a little interesting, humiliating someone with such dark figures?"

"I dunno, they're kind of creepy, and all that stuff smells funny."

Airn came back in meekly. "Sir, shall I show Chad to the dressing room?"

"Yes. I think he may be a little more inclined to cut loose if he can choose an outfit."

"What? Outfit?" Chad found himself being turned around and escorted out of the room.

Marcus stepped back over to Hawk and stood in front of him, tapping the backs of his fingers on the muzzled lupine's snout. "I think this will be very interesting. I believe your little friend was inquiring as to where you had gone off to, and Carl gave him the answer. Your fox must be nosy, since I think he wasn't quite invited."

Hawk snarled and tried to spit , only managing to drool down onto the floor just inches from the cape dog hybrid's boot.

"Oh, he isn't yours? That makes it possibly better, possibly worse. You see, I think I'm going to let him decide exactly what happens to you. That couldn't be too bad, hmm? Doesn't seem like the toppish type." Marcus settled down to grooming the wolf for a few moments, smoothing down the rankled fur as the tigers horsed around, getting each other hard, muttering to one another. They occasionally pointed, which seemed to get a grin out of Marcus. All Hawk could see was cock after cock, good shots of each of them, the tigers saying what they wanted to do to him. One of them was excessively keen on fisting, which made the black wolf back up hard and squeeze his tailhole shut.

Almost on cue as the tigers were getting restless, boot heels clacked into the room. The heels belonged to knee-high black cowboy boots worn over painted-on red leather cowboy chaps. The chaps framed a black leather thong, the heavy hide closed with a cowboy belt. Coming up alongside white stomachfur was a sharp black bar vest, and red-furred arms were capped off with long roper-style black leather gloves. The final thing was a black leather cowboy hat, nearly polished and rimmed with red rattlesnake. Under the hat was Chad's face. "You won't fucking believe what kind of shit these guys have! Oh my god! There are two whole rooms of leather!" Chad came in and posed for the crowd, adjusting his thong. "And oops, you can't talk, can you? Too bad. I wanted to hear what you thought."

"Mr. Fox, your friend here would like to know what he's going to be used for today," Marcus said, politely drawing down a hand in the direction of the bound and gagged-open wolf.

"Uh, what?"

"This poor wolf's torture is completely your call."

Chad's slender muzzle bristled with teeth. "Yeah? Yeah? Didn't someone say he was all walking around like a dog yesterday? That jackal thing was talking about it." The red fox tapped his boot toe and crossed his arms. "Okay, I can do whatever I want?" Chad received a nod from the cape dog. "Fine. Uh, huh."

Despite holding Hawk in a very un-chairlike manner, the bondage chair still had a seat. The 'horse' portion was only under outer edges of the hips and the chest, leaving the important crotch exposed below, to the rest of the chair seat. Chad came over and felt the leather pad, then tugged on Hawk's dangling cock until it pointed straight at the seat, only half a foot away. The wolf objected by trying to jerk his cock out of the way, and was quickly whipped by Marcus. The crack made Hawk snort and drool hung out of his mouth; Chad whipped his ears back. "Can I see that?"

Chad's gloved palm felt the handle of the whip as Marcus put it in. The fox leaned back to crack it and two of the rubber tigers leaned back. The fox nearly took off his own ear before the explosive bang of the tip snapping in air. "Wow. Okay, you all listen up. Someone's gonna get me a nice big doggie bowl. And you cats, you line up behind wolfy there." Chad pointed the whip.

One of the tigers came over with a dog bowl, which Chad snatched away before dispatching the tiger with a palm-smack to the rump. The fox set the bowl down on the top of the seat pad, and undid his thong. "Hey, gimme that camera," he sniffed, snapping his leathered fingers. Michael came over and handed it off. "Yeah. Okay, you see me? Yeah? You like how I look? You're gonna see yourself. A nice cock's eye view as I fuck around with your mouth, and you get your asshole fucked by all these pussycats." Chad tried to aim the camera at each of the lined-up figures, but was so excited he mostly jostled the camera and made the wolf groan. "Except you're not gonna get filled up with their come. They're gonna pull out and shoot it all in this dish."

For about half a minute, nothing much happened, as Chad tried to figure out what he wanted to do. "Come on! Fuck him already!" he finally barked, and one of the cats went to slick his cock up. In it went, the smallest of the lot, still big enough that the wolf let out a steady groan, spit drooling off his teeth, down his chin. Chad collected some of it and pumped his own cock with it, then shoved forward. All his cock met was black tongue, the wolf trying to bunch it up away from the invading shaft.

Marcus came over, getting a glare from the camera-wielding fox. "Hey, I didn't tell you to do anything."

"I'm making sure your little puppy dog does not damage the circulation of my fine tiger's cock."

"Jesus, you talk like-" Chad stopped mid-sentence as Marcus grabbed Hawk by the metal collar and yanked his head up. The fox jumped back, nearly getting a cock-scraping. Marcus pulled something out, what looked like a rag, and shoved it at the fox's free paw.

"Hold."

Then came a bottle, and Marcus poured something out onto it. He then cuffed it over Hawk's nostrils. The wolf strained and coughed hard, spraying spit onto Chad's thighs.

"Hey! You don't fucking make a mess!" Chad hissed, and slapped the wolf hard enough to knock the muzzle out of Marcus' grip.

When the rag came away, Hawk was breathing low and hard, ears drooping, head slumping forward. The tiger seemed to like it, starting to literally jackhammer Hawk forward, hard enough to strain the restraints. Each thud made Hawk snort and sniff, and Chad was quick to catch any drool in the bowl.

"Give me that. Give me the damn bowl," the masked cat growled, and with flat ears Chad passed it over. The tiger backed up a foot, cock hauling right out of Hawk's ass, and let his cock spurt up into the air. The seed slapped down in the bowl, making a mess all over the rim. It wasn't a huge load. The tiger then skulked tiredly straight for the door.

"I think, perhaps, that the tigers ought to take their leave one by one... I suppose they're a bit tired. You know, those uniforms are quite heavy."

Chad wasn't paying attention, instead hauling the bowl back and planting it under the wolf's dangling cock. The next tiger came up and was much less into hard thrusts - it took him a good two minutes just to tease his cockhead in. "Hey, I don't have all fucking day," the fox hissed, grabbing Hawk by the shoulders and forcing him backwards against the bonds. The wolf snorted as he was impaled.

"Hey, little fox, why don't you keep doing that?" the cat growled. "Felt kind of good. He got real tight."

Chad glared back, and stuck his own cock back into the wolf's mouth. "You want me to fuck you, poor little wolfy? You want me to get back there after all the kitties are done? That's gonna be real loose, like you're some kind of slut who just gets fucked all day!" He didn't get much of a response - Hawk was starting to look beaten from all the fucking. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

Hawk's teeth clicked at the extensive ring gag. Chad fooled with it, managing to un-strap it with one gloved hand, and tossed it aside. The fox then handed off the camera to Marcus. The wolf's black tongue unfurled as the gag came out, and he was about to speak when the fox grabbed onto both jaws and cranked them wide enough that Hawk barked. Chad then bucked forward, stabbing his oversized erection straight into the wolf's throat.

"Well, I haven't seen this in a while. I bet he's never seen a cock going in like that. Ooh, he has a big mouth, too. Very impressive. Swallow, puppy," Marcus said, stroking the wolf's throat with his gloved fingers. Hawk did as commanded, then immediately choked and gagged.

"That's what you get for turning shit on me last time!" Chad groaned, plucking his cock out as just a little trickle of seed came out the head. The fox stepped back, cock tense as he tried to keep from going off. "Fuck. God dammnit, this is the craziest-"

"Shut the hell up," the tiger behind Hawk growled, and pulled himself out. He was hard as a rock, and started jerking off forcefully, black-rubbered fingers glistening. The tiger grabbed for the dog dish and brought it right in front of the wolf, snatching the camera out of Marcus' hands. He held the camera down at muzzle-level of the wolf, managing to get some of Hawk's head in the shot as he jerked hard. He passed the dish to Chad. "Remember me, puppy wolf? You came pretty hard yesterday. while I jerked you off. My turn."

Like the first cat, Michael's load wasn't particular copious, but very thick and splattered into the dish along with the rest. The cat groaned into his helmet mask, then milked the last of his cock out into the dish. "There we go. I'm keeping this," the tiger growled, keeping the camera as he moved over to the side and crouched down.

"Come on, come on, my balls are starting to hurt! Next!" the fox shouted, picking out the tiger with the largest cock to come over. "Oh, wolfy's going to like that one. Look how huge that dick is. All pumped up and nasty, just waiting to fill you up."

Marcus gave the wolf another muzzling with the poppers rag, leaving Hawk panting and slumped in his bonds for a moment. Tiger #3 took a different approach to fucking than the first two. Instead of just teasing or going right in, #3 grabbed his heavy shaft in a gloved paw and used it to club Hawk in the back of the balls. The wolf snapped and jerked forward, cock swinging up to slap his furred abs.

"I got an idea," the cat growled. His voice was nearly an octave lower than the other two cats, and he had a rough drawl to it.

"Hey, I'm the one calling the shots. You just fuck-"

Chad tried to get up in the cat's face, but just got a rubber-clad arm to the chest. "So I got an idea. You got that wolf un-muzzled, lil' fox. Let's hear what he's got to say. So you ever been fucked by a cat before, wolf pup?" The tiger gave the wolf another hard slap with his prodigious cock, this time slapping Hawk's tailhole.

"Yeah," the wolf grunted.

"What kinda cat?" Thwack again, this time to the wolf's taint.

"Ungh, tiger I used to know."

Two hard whacks, one to each of the wolf's cheeks. The second made Hawk snort out an audible complaint of pain. "Yeah? What was he like?"

"He was, he was this big kind of brute. Uh, nice. And-" The cat shoved his cockhead inside, the wolf straining and then letting his head drop down. "Fuck! He was nice but he had a huge, fat dick. Felt like he was using a baseball bat on my asshole. Haven't seen him since I got... fuck, out of high school."

"Well, that's real kinda funny. 'Cuz I used to fuck this wolf I knew back in high school." Tiger #3 didn't wait for the wolf to relax, or even try to hilt in. He just started jackhammering, talking in between thrusts. "Did him all kinds of places. Even got all done up in some cowboy shit once, fucked him right on maw's bed."

Hawk let out a protracted, almost cat-like mewl, eyes wide. Michael was careful to capture that expression on his face for the wolf to see. "Hell. This is hell," the wolf hissed through his teeth.

"Never thought I'd see you all tied up an' fucked by every fuckin' guy in th'room, Hank!" The tiger growled, still thrusting hard. Without missing a beat, he managed to unhook his helmet, pulling it off. Instead of normal tiger colors, #3 was a shocking red where he should have been orange or white. "Bet you'd never recognize lil' ol' Clyde, with all this crazy fur an' gear on."

Hawk didn't have anything to say, trying to simply tolerate having a rude foot of hyped-up cock pounded into him. The wolf started to drip seed, and Chad quickly fetched the bowl. Hawk didn't shoot as much as drool out a full load, muscles squeezing and tensing hard enough to try and jerk his tail around.

"Aww shit, he must like meetin' up with me again, puppy wolf's all blowin' his load. Now you know what? I ain't gotten off for a whole damn week. Heard talk 'bout somethin' like this happening... just figured I oughta... save..." Clyde pulled back out with a wet slurp, the wolf letting out a rough howl as he was emptied. Clyde beat off hard, and just barely got the bowl up to add his contribution before he fired off. His pumped cock tensed and flared at the head, and a huge rush of seed fired out as the room filled up with an ear-ringing roar. The force of the first shot was enough that some of the cooling spunk in the dog dish pushed out and smeared all over Clyde's glove. The cat switched hands, letting his shaft drain into the bowl as he let it drip off his fingers. "Haahh! Lookit that big-ass mess! You know what? I think you, lil' foxy, oughta cut out this fourth cat. He's lookin' kinda tired. You jus' give your puppy here his lil' treat."

Clyde proceeded to lean on the front part of the bondage chair, starting to jerk off again. The fox took the bowl, and worked his own cock, letting out a surprised bark as he shot off. Most of it didn't go near the bowl - his seed arced up and slapped onto Hawk's side, up over at his head, even going as far to hit a surprised Marcus on the other side. The fox shoved the bowl right into Hawk's face, dumping half of it on the side of the wolf's muzzle before the wolf gave up trying to fight out of the way.

Hawk groaned into the bowl, tongue slapping up the mingle of seed. Without any warning, Marcus kicked at a red lever on the bottom of the chair, the shackles clacking open. Hawk barked and fell limp, rolling off to the side, taking the bowl down with him, seed pooling up on the floor. "Get him out of here," Marcus growled, and pointed to the fourth tiger, giving a snap. "You, fox. You come with me. I think you need to be compensated for your unexpected efforts."

"Whaaaat?" Chad erfed, as Marcus latched onto the vulpine's vest and dragged him out of the room. The remaining tiger came over and grabbed Hawk by the feet, dragging the wolf on his back through the puddle of seed and back to his room. Hawk didn't complain.

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Hawk was treated to dinner by Airn, and then a bath.

"Wait, why are you waiting on me?"

"Because I'm supposed to. And, you smell like you got fucked by a zoo." Airn scrubbed at the wolf's back, digging his thumbs in.

"Oww. Shit. Am I supposed to, I don't know... do something to you now? Like are you my little slave too?"

The jackal smiled. "Not at all. In fact, if I hadn't already gotten off, I'd probably fuck you too. I like doing it in the bath. Don't really know why."

The wolf grumbled, and tried to sink lower into the water. After Airn finished, he helped the wolf dry off and led him back to his room where Hawk was left alone. He was just about asleep when someone knocked at the door.

"What? Who is it?" he mumbled. The door opened, most of the light blotted out by a wall of tiger.

"Howdy. Jus' thought I oughta come by. Make sure you were all kinda okay. Looked all dead when dog-boy let you get outta there." It was Clyde. He was dressed in a pair of battered black Wranglers, red and black cowboy boots, a big belt buckle, and a black shirt with the sleeves cut off.

"Am I really here? Is this ... I don't know. What the hell? First Chad, and now you? Where the hell have you been for the last ... four years?"

Clyde grinned and came in, dropping himself down on the bed with a creak. "Well that's a real big kinda story. I was doin' stuff with a band, and now I'm back here 'cuz that band thing fell apart real big. Now, that cat Michael, me an' him are good friends. He tells me about somethin' going on, and I said shit, black wolf.. all black? Sounds kinda like Hank. Bingo. He let me know somethin' was goin' on and I came over." Clyde quieted a little. "Uh, I didn't freak you out, did I?"

"I don't know. Nah. I'm fine. I'm kind of glad you took that stuff off and, uh, exposed yourself. I'd rather have a conspiracy from people I know, than total strangers."

Clyde shrugged and put a big hand on the wolf's shoulder. "Well. I gotta get outta here. I'm gonna be recordin' some stuff with a friend. You wanna look me up, jus' ask around. Been goin' by Hacksaw lately."

"Huh. Okay."

"Now you get sleep, wolf. Later."

Hawk rolled over as the tiger left, and fell back asleep.