An Evertech Tale Chapter 9
#9 of An Evertech Tale
Is this considered self fucking? Honest question...
Splicer had fallen into what could be considered a relatively normal routine. If doing office work in nothing but a collar and a chastity cage in an empty, dimly lit office space could be considered normal. But as long as he wasn't forced to do any of those ridiculous 'trials' he could label things as somewhat pleasant. Admittedly though, the wolf would feel his tail wagging when his daily task list involved gardening alone or cooking with Aurich. He hated to admit it but the more he and the gold-stripped skunk worked together, the less he resented the broken in pet. He still kept his guard up around them though, anyone associated by any degree with the badger had to be kept at arm's length. But, the cooking lessons were something he always looked forward to, and the two had finally managed to find some topics they could both gush about, mainly travel.
"Really you've been to all those places?" Splicer asked in awe.
"Well yeah, I mean sir Laguna travels a lot and he likes to keep me close to cook for him, So I'll tend to be a plus one on most of his business trips... Honestly if you just gave in and accepted his contracts you'd probably be relatively free to do as you please, as long as your master okayed it..." The skunk was proud of how far his new protégé had come. The wolf could almost be labeled an amateur at this point!
"Yeah whatever... I'm still not about to be someone's pet man. Soon enough I'll have this debt paid off and be on my way." Splicer shrugged the advice off, feeling his neck fur bristling.
Aurich laughed in dismay "...Wait, you actually believe that? Oh you never fail to surprise me with that naivety. You. Are. Marked. There's nowhere to go from here, it really is in your best interest to accept the contract."
Splicer felt a low growl rise in his throat, snuffing it out he let his knife rest on the counter with a sigh. "Look I just can't, I am my own wolf, been running solo since I was a cub, that's not going to change, not then, not now, not ever..."
"Whatever you say..."
The rest of the meal was prepped in silence.
Splicer spent that night ruminating in his room as he sharpened his knives. The habit had become a daily ritual of sorts for the wolf, but more often than not he just did it for show. He knew better than to over sharpen his knives, lest the get flimsy and brittle, so he only put the lightest pressure on the knife as he rubbed it over the stone. The sound was like music to his ears... Music, how long has it been since he had last heard music? He put the knife away and looked at the tabletop, it was completely covered in scratches at this point. At least that long, he supposed. He wasn't even sure how many days each mark represented, or if each mark was a representation of the same time. He traced his claw through each one, recalling the many nights he spent sitting in the same spot, plotting his escape. Each scratch was his own way of fighting back, not only by damaging company property, but showing that he hadn't given up counting the time that had been stolen from him.
Approach the closet puppy
** **"Great... what do you want now?" Splicer was rather unamused, he was broken out of his escape fantasies early and he wasn't keen on approaching the closet. The full mirror doors always made him look at his reflection, he hated what he saw looking back at him. Every time it was the same, he prayed to see something else, anything else looking back at him. It was always the same. The body belied the inside, what he saw looking back was a strong figure, supple, muscular, looking to be in perfect shape. Which, he very well might be thanks to the nanites running through his body. But inside he felt the wear and tear of the strenuous exercises he was forced to endure day in and day out. He would never admit to it but some nights laying on the cushion in his crate, waiting for the nanites in his body to shut down forcing him into his artificial sleep, he thought over the idea of giving up, admitting he would never be able to pay off his debts. But as he looked at the cage that restricted his sheath and the collar around his neck, he knew how unnatural it all was, he'd never be caught dead by anyone in either of these things under normal circumstances. He gave an experimental tug to the ring attached to his balls and the tag on his neck, hoping to rip off the wound to his pride. The puppy on one side was bad enough but the property of Evertech on the other was enough to make his blood boil. He refused to be anyone's property. Neither gave. With a defeated sigh he let his arms fall to his side as he waited for whatever was going to happen with the closet.
**I got you a gift, of sorts, puppy! Enjoy~
**
The door of the closet slide open, sitting on one of the shelves was a large, knotted toy.
"Oh for the love of..." Splicer picked the toy up in his paw, sudden realization flashed through his mind, he turned towards the camera in the corner without skipping a beat he threw the silicone dick directly into the lens with the flashing red light. "YOU... YOU SICK FUCK!"
Nothing happened, the toy bounced uselessly off the lens as it flopped to the floor with a thud. But still, that was his dick! As soon as he held it in his paw, he remembered countless nights in his various hotel room and safe house beds, playing with himself, wishing he had someone to help him out, but he had to move location too often, and getting attached in his profession was dangerous, too much leverage. He hadn't seen or felt it since he came to the facility, thanks in part to the lack of privacy and the cage, but there was no mistaking what he felt.
What's wrong? I thought the puppy could use some stress relief is all~
It wasn't funny, none of this was funny, but maybe Laguna wasn't joking in the first place. He was panting as he walked over to the lump of silicone and picked it up in his paw, it was even the same light blue, he caught glimpses of his tip peeking through the cage when he felt flashes of desire run through his mind. He would sweat if he could, he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He couldn't do this. Could he? The wolf felt sick, he wasn't sure if the arousal he felt was genuine or artificially created by the badger pressing some button. Either way it didn't matter, it felt like it had been years since the wolf had gotten off, and if the feeling was right, who was he to argue? Butterflies formed in his stomach, he did everything he could to block out the flashing red light. It was just him, and his toy, nothing else.
Splicer was a little ashamed to admit but he wasn't exactly what one would call experienced down there. But with the way he was feeling below his tail, he figured it would be an easy enough fit. He crawled into the cage and laid on his back with his legs high in the air. Pressing the toy against his hole he pressed gently, but it wasn't quite ready to slip in yet, the wolf had an idea. He shut his eyes tight, he wasn't ready to see what he was about to do to himself. His shaking paw brought the toy up to his muzzle...
He felt his cheeks flush red as he slipped the tip of the toy into his maw, something about the scenario brought back the faint memory of sucking the badger off, but he did his best to brush that from his mind. He didn't need to be thinking about that right now. Instead, he focused on pretending like the dildo now touching the back of his throat was his own, it was the right shape after all, and something about the idea of sucking himself off was, enticing. Popping the knot in and out of his lips, making sure to coat it in his own spit he felt it was finally time, the anticipation was beyond what he was expecting, pre was already flowing from his caged sheath.
"Okay, let's do this." Splicer muttered to himself as he brought the now slick dildo back down to his waiting ass. He hestated for a moment, before pushing the tip in and just let it sit there while he let out a long moan. "Ohhhhhhhh...oh fuck..."
He couldn't help himself, the intrusion made him clench hard on the toy and a fresh river of pre flowed down his sheath. He kept going, sliding it in slowly until he felt it rubbing against his prostate, swollen and sensitive from the build up in his balls, crying for release. His dick was straining in its cage, begging to be let free, his replica's knot was pressing against his hole, begging to be let in. The conflicting feelings in his body and mind had the wolf squirming on his back, stretching his legs out as far as he could until he felt the cold bars of his crate pressing against his paws. He pulled the toy out, eliciting a whine from his mouth, he couldn't stand the empty feeling, he slammed the toy back in, rubbing it up against his ass, but it still wasn't quite popping in like he wanted. He flipped over and kneeled down with his face pressing against the plush cushion, maybe in this position? He took his free hand and put it between his legs, squeezing his sensitive balls, rubbing and pressing them together as he continued jack hammering the toy in and out of himself. Soon enough he had a solid coating of pre covering his finger and he brought it up to his nose for a sniff. It was the smell of pure arousal. He felt like he was just a bitch in heat, his face turned red as he imagined what his own seed tasted like. It wasn't long before he couldn't resist, his tongue shot out from between his lips to get an experimental lick in, but after one taste of the salty liquid he lost control and began sucking and licking on his fingers trying to get as much of the taste in his mouth as physically possible. It was time.
He bit down hard on his fingers as he gave one final thrust, pushing hard on his dick-shaped dildo until it popped into his ass which hungrily clamped down hard. A squeal was the only thing that came from the wolf's lips as he began to drip ropes of cum from his caged cock, his hips were idly thrusting as his brain was currently trying to process the intensity of his own orgasm. The cushion underneath him was soaked, all that long-awaited, pent-up release escaped his body as once, and the amount of cum reflected it. Despite all that there was still an underlying hunger within the wolf. The scent of desperation was flooding his nose, he wanted more, he needed more. He sat there basking in the afterglow for what felt like 20 minutes so tired his body refused to respond. Eventually he came back to his senses, the smell surrounding him was no longer arousing, it was humiliating.
He popped the toy out and instantly he brought his tail down between his legs in shame, hoping to hide his abused hole. He walked over to the closet and put the well-used dildo on the shelf unsure of what else to do with it. When he pulled his hand away the door automatically closed, reminding him that he was being watched. He saw the reflection staring back at him, cheeks red, ears flat, tail between his legs covering his caged sheath whose fur was currently being smeared in cum, but it was better that than seeing what he had done in his horny desperation. He looked up at the camera and opened his mouth.
He closed his mouth, there was nothing he could say, all he could do was walk over to his crate, flip the cushion over and crawl in. He turned his back to the camera and pressed his back against the cool bars, hugging his knees and burying his face between them.
"I'm starting to see what you like in him sir..." Aurich himself was squirming, more than a little excited by the show Splicer had put on for them. His cage was slick with pre and he wished he could get some release like that, but his master hadn't given him the order.
"Why does he get to cum..." He idly whined before even realizing the words slipped his mouth.
"I'm not all that bad, if I think he needs a break he'll get one." Laguna said coldly, trying to hide the desire he was feeling himself, He felt his mouth curl into a grin imagining what it would feel like, making the wolf whine, feeling his ass tighten around his cock as he tightened the grip on the leash attached to the wolf's collar. Ready to prove his ownership of the pup. That moment could wait yet, he was sure the puppy would come around in due time. Until then he was content to tease and prod at the wolf, slowly eroding the mental barriers the wolf had built. Although the anticipation of that moment would keep the badger waiting, perhaps he could re-watch the video of the wolf fucking himself later that night, maybe he could have fun with Aurich, make believe that the skunk was the wolf who had finally cracked, giving into the badger's demands, ready to become his newest pet. He could always do both, the night was still young after all, and he was feeling particularly aroused as he watched the curled-up wolf shivering in his crate, no doubt still surrounded by the scent of his own desperation and desire.