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Orwell got the wolf through the door with a little bit of a struggle before tossing him on top of his couch in the living room. Splicer stared up at the ceiling panting, still trying to recover his breath.

"So, what do you think I did to you again?" Orwell asked, with a bit of a smile spread on his muzzle.

"You, did something, to me, didn't you?" Splicer was still panting out, not daring to look at Orwell, he knew by the tone of the voice something was up.

"Like I said, I didn't do anything, well not really, I just found your hidden masochism and made it, less hidden."

"You said..."

"Yeah I say a lot of things, but tell me this, do you not like it?"

"I-I'm not sure?" Splicer felt his ears flatten, he hated the idea that Orwell had been lying the whole time, but he couldn't deny the fact that something about the terrier got his blood racing and his face flushed.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Helps that I might have made it so you start losing your inhibitions around me too mutt, you don't mind that either do you?"

Splicer wanted to jump off the couch and beat the terrier until he was a quivering puddle, despite knowing if he tried, it wouldn't end well. Lying to Laguna was one thing but being so blatantly up front about the deceit to the wolf's face made him feel like garbage, especially since he couldn't do anything while still recovering.

"You son of a bitch..."

"Watch that mouth mutt, unless you want me to send you back to your owner in a box, now get off my couch, you're going to ruin the cushion."

Splicer hopped to his feet despite the exhaustion, he was already pliable enough to order around. He found himself in an ice-cold shower, hot water was too good for the mutt he was told. He grumbled as he felt the cold penetrating deep beyond his fur and absorbed into his skin. The he was ordered to cook the terrier's dinner, which he did without a second thought.

"So, all that stuff about Joseph?" Splicer asked from beneath Orwell's feet, he was currently serving as a foot stool as the terrier watched tv and ate the food he prepared.

"I lied to get you here, but I'm sure he'll want some data out of all this if nothing else." Orwell grumbled out, annoyed his footrest was interrupting him. Splicer felt his heart sink, all lies, and now he fell into the dog's clutches again. He shivered wondering what was going to be in store considering it felt like Orwell was already hitting the full throttle on degradation.

"Well at least I know you'll be paying..."

"Oh don't worry mutt, you'll be put to work for me soon enough."

"Moreso than I am now?"

"This is nothing yet mutt, just enjoy this while it lasts."

Splicer decided to just ignore the terrier, instead choosing to try and watch the tv as well, rooting for his team in his head. They lost, as usual. Orwell seemed unamused too, maybe they were fans of the same team? Splicer thought to open his mouth, but he figured Orwell wouldn't really be in the mood for a little post game chat.

"Welp, early morning tomorrow, lotta work to get done. Since you actually managed to cook something halfway edible you can sleep on the couch mutt." With that, Orwell was gone.

No way in hell, I'm not going to sleep in this place. But, on second thought... Splicer's mind was already slowing down, he knew his sleep trigger was pulled and he was already fading. He crawled over onto the the couch and curled up into a ball, wishing he had the safety of crate bars all around him. He felt safer when he was isolated from the world when sleeping. He saw his eyelids gently blocking more of his vision, when he saw a silhouette enter the living room.

"Early morning... you love... to lie..." And Splicer was out like a light.

He wasn't surprised to find he was staring into darkness when his eyes opened the next day, he assumed it was the next day, it was hard to tell.

"At least this time I get a chair..." Splicer said, knowing Orwell was waiting for the moment he woke up to begin.

"I mean if you really want the sawhorse I could set it up, but we're going to be going deeper than ever. You're going to want to be comfortable." The voice replied, the purple dot already filling his vision.

Splicer barely struggled, he felt the cuffs on his wrist and ankles, knowing that it was pointless, he was gone, lost in the forest...

Shit where am I? Splicer shot awake, he was sitting in a chair with wrist and ankle cuffs around him, but there was nothing holding his chest in place. His surroundings were dark, he knew he was in a basement, but he had no idea where or why. It felt like he was forgetting a lot.

Was I tortured or something? Splicer didn't dwell on it long, he looked down and used his muzzle to pull on the restraints holding his wrists, the amateur who did this didn't even lock them or anything. Splicer was upstairs out of the dim basement and it turned out it was daytime, it looked like it might have even been morning based on the timing. He crept around the house until he found a bathroom, looking in the mirror he noticed a collar around his neck with his name engraved on it.

This is a new technique I guess, maybe they were trying to humiliate me into talking? Splicer tried to pull on the back but no matter what he did he couldn't get it off, despite seemingly having no locks or anything that should stop him. He decided to look out the front window to see a car in the driveway, there was what seemed to be a set of car keys in the dish next to the door.

Way too easy... Splicer turned the keys in the ignition and laid back letting his heartbeat come to a slow, but then he realized there was no steady beat in his chest, just a little whirring feeling. He panicked for a minute before realizing he wasn't dead yet so it could be focused on later, right now he needed to get some answers for his missing time. Maybe he could somehow pin down Jack and figure out what was up. He took the car out of park and began speeding off. Orwell was watching from a truck parked just down the street, the bait was taken and now the game was set. He was tired of hearing about Laguna's trials, he wanted to set one up of his own, and hopefully get a lot of good film.

Splicer was far out of town before he realized he needed gas, he was at a little desert gas bar looking through the car for something to get some money. He found a few card, but he figured that would be too obvious to track, he opted for the crumpled twenty he found under the passenger side seat. He pumped the gas and went in to pay, the old goat manning the register seemed to barely notice him as he took the little payment for the gas and a bottle of water. He heard the bell above the door jingle as a terrier came in and paid for his gas along with a coffee. Splicer had no clue because but the sight of the terrier eyeing him up and down suspiciously set his fur on edge, and he always trusted that fur bristle he had. He hurried back out to his car and gunned it down the unknown road. He'd drive until he found the next city, then find a phone shop, buy a burner to contact Jack with one of the cards, then toss both out. Would leave a little blip on the map but it would be worth the risk for the context he could hopefully gleam off Jack. He could always rely on Jack.

He was so lost in thought it didn't even occur to him that there were red and blue blinking lights in his rearview.

Fuck fuck fuck, gotta play it off somehow. He looked at the speedometer, it was an easy one sixty kilometers. He pulled over to the shoulder, despite the sun being high, somehow the light of the cop car was still blinding. All he could see was a dark shadow of some fur approaching from the high beams. He looked down at the dash hoping to play it off as just some nervous idiot, as long as he didn't make his collar apparent, being a contracted pet meant he was liable to be detained without an owner present, for all he knew he was in some deep cover as one at the moment, it would explain the collar. But if he played his cards right. he might just get off with a ticket, or even a warning if he was lucky. He rolled down his window.

"Afternoon officer!" He said a little too excited.

"Turn off the car, keys out of the ignition, license and registration," Were the barking orders. "Do you know how fast you were going just now?"

"S-sorry officer, I think I got a bit of highway hypnosis and spaced out for just a moment, I haven't got a clue. I'm sure my paperwork is around here somewhere..." Splicer reached into the classic glovebox and found the registration. "Oh shit! I left my wallet at home..."

"Yeah, do you mind telling me who owns this car?"

"I do of course, what do you think, I stole it? Officer... I am appalled you would insinuate such a thi-"

Splicer's eyes caught the paw of the officer who was resting it on the open window, his mind flashed back to the terrier who had also paid in cash, they had the exact same paws. He looked back at the cop car squinting, it was actually a pick up truck. The nerves of the seeming traffic stop had covered up the bristling of his fur. He reached the paw that had the key towards the ignition as fast as he could when he felt a vice gripe on his wrist, preventing him from turning the key in the ignition.

"Do you want to know how I know you stole this car?"

"How sir?"

"Because it's mine..."

Splicer heard a click and realized his seatbelt was unfastened by the other hand of the terrier. The next thing he felt was his body soaring through the air as he was pulled out of the open window and tossed to the other side of the road. He rolled over a few times before getting up and trying to make a break for the still running truck. If he could just get in the door, he could peel off, the key to the other car was still in paw, so his assailant would be stranded. He didn't make it far, until he felt his face slammed against the hood of the truck.

"Look, please wait. I can explain, I just woke up in this room in a house. I have no idea what's going on, I was panicking!"

"That so? I suppose I could help you out, if I wasn't the one who put you there in the first place..."

Splicer felt his hands being cuffed behind back by steel cuffs, so tight they almost cut off his circulation. He figured that this was his kidnapper but he was hoping to maybe plead his way out.

"Look please I really don't know what's going on but I'll be good, you can just leave me alone and we'll pretend this never happened, I'll even drive your car home?"

"Yeah you'll do whatever I want mutt."

Something about being called a mutt rubbed something deep in the wolf's mind and he felt a drop of pre land on the road underneath him from the cage he barely noticed, which the terrier picked up on instantly.

"Oh wow I should have known, it's always the one's who beg and cry for days to be kidnapped who run away first, so they can be punished extra hard..."

Splicer felt a firm squeeze on his nuts that made him squirm in the terrier's paw, he felt himself being pulled off the hood of the truck and spun around. A sucker punch to the gut left him doubled over on his side in the road. He felt the keys plucked from his paws, he was trying to hid them behind the cuffs but the terrier must have figured he'd try that, just how much did the two know each other, he'd never beg to be kidnapped would he?

His thoughts were cut short by warm liquid running down his face.

"You might wanna drink as much as you can, it'll be a scorcher today." The terrier was pouring the bottle of water Splicer had bought over his face. He had no idea what he meant by that comment, but he caught the last few drops of water he could. The terrier sneered down at him and kicked a solid load of dirt into the wolf's nose and jumped in the truck's cab and drove off down the road, back towards the gas station without another word.

"WAIT! PLEASE! NO! COME BACK! PLEASE! Please?" Splicer was sobbing, the cuffs hurt his wrists so much and the dust coating his lungs had already dried up the meager amount of water he managed to catch. He fell on his side and shivered, hoping someone might drive by who could help him out.

...

No one came, it was later that evening when the sun was almost fully set, Splicer had been inching his way down the road, using his legs and face to worm his way down the road. He didn't get far, the car was still less than fifty meters away. The sun had done it's work on the wolf, he could barely move. He rolled over onto his back and looked up at the sun, his wrists had been rubbed raw by the friction of the cuffs and he could feel them slick with a bit of blood.

Ha, guess this is it? Well, I had a good run... Splicer laid his head back and closed his eyes when he felt bright headlights on his face. Salvation had come, his eyes were nearly glazed over as he tried to tilt his head back to see who was going to be his saviour. He saw a truck with bright headlights, with a barely visible light strip lining the windshield. He would have dried if there was any moisture left in his eyes, instead he just blinked slowly.

"Damn, wasn't sure you'd still be alive, good for you, bet you're thirsty huh?" The mocking voice of the terrier barely registered as he was pulled up by the handcuffs, getting a sharp yelp from the wolf, who nodded in response to being asked if he was thirsty.

"Glad to hear!" Splicer heard an unzip, he sat there, dumb from dehydration on his knees as he felt a rough slap across his jaw by the terrier's dick which was already at full mast. "Open up~"

Splicer opened his mouth not seeing any other choice, his collar was grabbed and pulled tight as his dry mouth was fucked like he was just a hole, at the moment he felt like he was. He tried crying and whining but with him mouth full it just sounded like a few gargling moans. It wasn't long before he felt the terrier cum against the back of his throat, but he didn't swallow it, he instead gargled it around his sandpaper feeling tongue, making sure to coat the entire inside of his mouth, covering every square centimeter until all he could taste was the terrier's cum. Finally, he felt the tears coming as he looked up at the terrier.

I hate him! I hate him, I hate him I... I-I love him Splicer felt his body collapse as he sobbed on the road, he wanted to hate the terrier, but he was just so glad to have something to drink, even if it tasted of salty humiliation. He really wanted to hate the terrier, but he was so glad he came back to save him.

He felt warm liquid hitting his muzzle, Splicer instinctively closed his eyes and opened his mouth, expecting water. The bitter, salty taste made him open his eyes dreading what he already knew. The terrier was pissing in his mouth, he hated the taste, he hated the terrier again, but he couldn't close his mouth. He was just thankful for the moisture his body was crying out for. He did his best not to spill any as he held his jaw open, tears streaming down his cheeks. The flow abated, the terrier made sure to get some of his scent on the wolf's chest and made sure to flick every last drop out on the wolf. Splicer blinked, his eye stung as a stray drop hit it.

I hate him... "Ready to go home then? Learned your lesson yeah?" The terrier asked, picking up the exhausted wolf, who was still sobbing and now smelled faintly of piss, throwing him into the back of the truck's AC filled cabin, where there was a real bottle of water waiting for him.

I love him... "Y-yes sir, please, take me home" Splicer said in between gulps of water, still crying. Orwell had all the footage he wanted, between the hidden cameras in the car and truck, and the body cam he wore on his fake police uniform. He figured now that the scene was over the wolf deserved at least a little reward for being such a trooper, so when they had guzzled down all the water, and their cries faded to a light whimpering, he undid the cuffs, letting him rub his bruised and bloodied wrists, before finally putting the wolf down for a forced nap. He drove the whole way home thinking about what the shot of the wolf crawling down the road as the sun slowly sunk behind him would look like on film, and if the camera caught the glassy look in the wolf's eyes as he defeatedly gargled his cum, just thinking about it was enough to get Orwell wanting to pull over and use the sleeping wolf again.

...

Splicer woke up on the couch screaming, he was back to himself, he thought at least.

"Jesus, I knew you'd be startled but that was unexpected..." Orwell said with an uncaring look across his muzzle.

"Wh-what the fuck did you do to me?" Splicer asked, rubbing his wrists which were still sore, he looked out the window, it was morning.

"Suppressed your memories of anything that happened after you entered the Evertech office, I wanted the emotion you felt to be real."

"H-how is that even possible..." Splicer wasn't even angry, he was still recovering from the shock.

"I told you, your mutt mind is so easy to manipulate it's almost funny, if it wasn't so, so very sad."

"You'll be the first on my kill list when I'm out of here..."

"Oh I'm so scared, you're never getting out in either case. Besides, admit it, you liked it didn't you?"

Splicer looked away, somehow, in some sick way, the terrier wasn't wrong. Deep down in some perverse corner of his mind, he wanted the terrier to degrade and use him just like that again. Not that he'd admit it out loud, and knowing Orwell, it was going to happen again.

"Y-yeah because you made me like it probably..."

"No, I promise you this time, I only suppressed your memories, nothing else."

"As if I'd believe that..."

"Well that's fair enough, believe what you want, right now I believe you were about to make me breakfast..."

Splicer felt a growl rising in his throat as he stood up and walked to the kitchen whipping up a quick bacon and egg sandwiches for himself and the terrier. He made sure to eat his out of sight so Orwell wouldn't see it and took long drags of water straight from the kitchen sink before bringing the terrier his breakfast.

"Bout time, I figure I'll give you today to rest before we do another one..."

"Another what?" Splicer was sure he already knew the answer.

"Another scenario, obviously. Also, by rest, I mean less work, here's a list of chores..." Orwell held out a slip of crumpled up paper in his paws. Splicer snatched it and his eyes widened as he looked at the long list. His jaw dropped.

...

Splicer was laying on the couch after a long day of household chores and a cold shower, he felt artificial sleep taking him and the figure of Orwell approaching. A tear slid down his cheek as he shook his head no, too tired to even open his muzzle to protest.