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Walter was a simple farmer who lived on the outskirts of Rheilon’s Rise, the capital of the Verduran Empire, but Walter had a problem. Walter got addicted to the new drug that was running around last year, and he couldn’t help himself from buying more and more, eventually asking for money from people and getting into debts that he would soon drown in. Gadrick was one of the people that Walter still owed to, and he owed a lot. Walter was now clean from his older addiction, but he was still struggling to get back on his own feet, and the time for his debt was way overdue.

Walter was a rather short boar compared to other species in Wildlands and rather chubby, his belly always poking out whatever garment he had on him, and the tops of his shirts were always stained with some grease. He was a farmer, dealing with a rather large wheat farm with only his family, so inevitably, he had muscles underneath all that fat, but they weren’t very visible under all that fat he had built up throughout the years of bad eating habits.

When the butler of Mister Garrick knocked on his door to let him know he would be accompanying Walter, before being summoned, knowing that he had to convince Mister Garrick, he wanted to put on something nice. Which in this case meant ‘less greasy’ yet still stained a white tank top with a yellow hue and some gray shorts to go with it.

They walked towards the chariot and got on the road without losing any time. Walter was nervous about not having any idea about how to convince a man who possibly has everything. In the middle of his anxiety-filled train of thoughts, Walter was made aware of their arrival at the chateau. Multiple towers surround the massive walls, intentionally giving it an intimidating look. Yet, there was an inviting look as well to the whole area, as there was a celebration of some sort, maybe some sort of gathering or a dance? Walter’s questioning ended when the butler cleared his throat and, with a kind gesture, indicated for Walter to follow him.

The ballroom was bustling with so many nobles, rich merchants, and alike when Walter was being led to talk with the infamous crime lord Garrick. He moved past many clearly rich-looking people as he was being led on. Prestigious merchants, lords of neighboring settlements, and a couple of busy establishment owners… They were all there, and Walter felt like their gaze was all over him. Not just because of his outfit that stood out like a sore thumb among the colorful silk outfits that everyone around him had, but also because he felt like they were looking at him as if he were a food that was about to be served soon.

Trying to escape everyone’s gaze, Walter tilted his head down and kept moving forward until he bumped into the butler in front of a massive arching doorframe with two very wide, built lion guards standing on both sides, guarding its entrance. After clearing his throat one more time, the butler spoke again.

“Mister Walter, my master is waiting for you inside. Please remove any possessions that you carry to me so I can keep them after your hearing with my master.” Walter replied, stuttering his words and being overwhelmed with the situation he found himself in, along with the fear of what Mister Garrick would say.

“I-I I don’t have any personal belongings on me.” He managed to say it out loud.

“Just like my master estimated.” Butler continued with a slightly mocking tone and opened the door with one of his paws while gesturing that Walter may walk in with his other paw. “You may walk in.”

Walter walked through the door and immediately got hit by the strong scent of alcohol and tobacco. Right after the moment he took his first steps inside the room, the massive door shut behind him with a loud thud, and the sound of the metal lock being latched followed it right after. Despite his heart beating like crazy and his breath being quick and shallow, he forced himself to get closer to the higher seat in the room, which Mister Garrick was sitting on top of. Walter hesitantly walked until he stood right before Mister Garrick.

Mister Garrick was a ram with one broken horn that he adorned with a clear crystal filling and several pieces of jewelry. With an outfit looking like a tuxedo, he was sitting on his gem-filled seat. His body was muscular enough to indicate his hard work either in the fields or with specific training to acquire such a body. Either way, he could easily crush poor Walter’s skull if he wanted to.

Garrick’s seat, being positioned on a higher platform, contributed to his intimidating look, making Walter feel even smaller. After a couple of seconds of silence between the two, Walter was ready to beg and tilted his head upwards to meet Mister Garrick’s gaze that he had been avoiding all this time. That’s when the smoke from the ram’s lungs that he just inhaled out of his hookah positioned near his chair hit Walter on his face, causing him to cough, which made Garrick laugh.

“Well, well, well… look who do we have here. It’s been a long time since our last meet-up, Walter. Too long even.” His brows furrowed while his tone got more serious on his last words of the sentence.

Walter forced a smile, opening his mouth to talk, but Garrick ignored his attempt to have a word and kept going.

“You owe me a lot, Walter, and as much as I find a weird enjoyment from people owing me things, you have been avoiding the payment that’s way long overdue for some time now.” Garrick stood up from his seat after finishing his sentence.

“S-sir I~” Walter tried to speak and explain himself, but Garrick kept talking, ignoring poor boar’s existence and talking over him again.

“You see, Walter, people visit me for many things. Some ask for status, some ask for a job, and some ask for money like you. What they all have in common, though, is that they eventually pay me. After all, they know what would happen if they don’t, but I guess you don’t know that, otherwise you would have paid your debt already, wouldn't you, Walter?” Garrick was now looming over Walter, who was looking at the ground until the bigger ram’s hooves got inside his field of view, making him look up to the massive figure standing on top of him. With a gulp, Walter started speaking.

“S-s-sir, I’m begging you, please! I can explain. It’s just that.. I was about to get the.. I.. Please. Following Walter’s pathetic excuse of an apology, Garrick pulled Walter's face to look straight into his eyes.

“I know you don’t even have a single copper on you, you filthy pig!” His now raised tone caused Walter to flinch, but still unable to get away from his captor’s grip.

“You will pay me, one way or another.” Garrick let go of Walter’s face, which was now filled with a streak of tears rushing down from it silently. While the scared boar was trying to gather his posture back to beg for forgiveness one more time, he saw Garrick gesturing for someone to come over where he was standing.

“You see, Walter..” Garrick spoke loud enough for both him and the approaching stag adorned in robes to hear. “Arcana is such a blessing of our age. There are so many useful incantations and spells for all kinds of purposes. Let me tell you some of my favorites so you can know what to expect.”

Garrick pulled out a crystal orb and kept on talking with a smirk that’s impossible to miss. “Scry, for example! Thanks to this, I know you are not a faithful husband to your wife and kids. Because I remember seeing you bending over to my men in some shady alleyway and taking their cock for some coin for your stupid addiction.” Walter was frozen in his place, every sound other than Garrick’s was just some muffled noise at that moment.

“You must enjoy the experience so much that you kept seeing him and his friend again and again and again…” Garrick continued his monologue as he kept conjuring images of Walter getting his ass fucked or his mouth filled in another alleyway.

“The thing is, Walter, my men have some very important instructions, and one of them is to never give something free or in exchange for something else other than coin. Those men you sucked off broke that rule, Walter. Do you wanna see what happened to them?” Garrick clapped his paws without giving Walter any chance to respond.

In mere seconds, two seemingly wolf figures walked into Walter’s view and stood near Garrick. They had masks on, but something was familiar to them. They had no clothes on other than some decorative ribbons wrapping around their body and a chastity cage on their cock. “Foot stool, take your place, and cumdump, get to work with pleasuring the wizard. Oh, also, remove your masks so that our guests can recognize you.”

As Walter’s eyes followed the initial wolf that Garrick called foot stool, kneeled in front of Garrick’s chair and stood perfectly still, his gaze shifted towards the wizard immediately upon hearing the wizard unrobe and pull out his unexpectedly big cock. This enabled the second wolf to kneel and immediately start sucking the wizard, who, in response, just moaned.

“Recognized them yet, piggy?” Garrick said, laughing, and then kept on with his monologue once again.

“With this demonstration, here comes the spell I love the most!” Garrick sat down on his throne-like chair and put his dirty hooves on the footstool’s back.

“Bruce, my sweet wizard, can you ready the spell while I explain fleshlight what’s going to happen to him?” Garrick’s gaze pierced through Walter, who was still frozen in shock as he said the words “fleshlight”.

“Bring him here, boys, right in front of me,” Garrick ordered, and the henchmen grabbed Walter and dragged him in front of the big ram.

“I bet you can already imagine what I have planned for you, don’t you, my fleshlight?” Garrick’s words echoed inside Walter’s head. Garrick got closer to Walter right by his ear.

“I’m gonna erase who you are, who you loved, what you used to enjoy doing, everything about you will be gone. You will be announced dead, after all, nothing of you will remain. Do you understand how you will be paying your debt now fleshlight? You couldn’t do what’s expected of you and return me my money, and now you will serve my friends and me as my personal fleshlight.” Walter was shocked, scared, and he was angry.

Acting with his anger, he was about to attack Garrick as a last resort, but in the middle of his motion, a purple flash caused Walter to freeze. He tried moving his body, ending up only with failure. Sensation of pure panic was about to rise, but he heard someone speak.

“You are a property.”

A property? That can't be right. Walter was a boar who was busy with~ What was he busy with? Walter's head was getting foggy; he couldn’t remember where he was or what he was doing. What was he doing, really?

“You are a property under Mister Garrick, and you obey his commands.” The voice spoke again. Oh, that’s right, now he remembered! He was the property of Mister Garrick; he always has been. Mister Garrick would tell him to do things, and he would obey them. How could he forget a thing as simple as that?

“You are a fleshlight for Mister Garrick.” Voice broke through Walter’s mind, echoing inside the space. That was strange. Fleshlight was almost sure it had another name, a name that other people used to call it. If it could only focus~

“You are a fleshlight for Mister Garrick, and you always have been. Your only purpose is to be filled and provide a pleasurable hole for Mister Garrick and his guests."

It remembered! Its name was fleshlight and it was just a hole for Mr. Garrick and his guests. While Fleshlight was trying to remember all the things it had forgotten, the voice kept helping it remember. Fleshlight couldn’t tell how much time it had spent trying to remember everything, but once it opened its eyes, its owner was in front of it, looking down at where it was kneeling.

“Now, let’s test this out, shall we?” Its master spoke and continued after clearing his throat.

“Who are you~oh, haha! Wait, let me rephrase, what are you and what is your purpose?” Garrick’s questions remained unanswered for a while until the wizard reminded him why.

“Sir, you haven’t allowed it to speak,” Wizard explained to the excited ram.

“Oh, right! You may speak.” Garrick allowed Fleshlight to speak, and right after, it spoke with a bright expression on its face, followed by a subtle laughter.

“It is a fleshlight for Master Garrick, sir! Its purpose is to be filled and provide a pleasurable hole for Mr. Garrick and his guests whenever needed. It has no other purpose, sir!”

Sinister wide grin enveloped Garrick’s face. “Open your mouth.” He commanded with a cold and serious tone. Hearing the command, Fleshlight opened its mouth and watched his master untying the laces of his pants, revealing the massive cock and showing his musky cock in Fleshlight’s mouth.

Fleshlight got to work immediately on contact with its master’s cock, sucking it with an eager motion. Taste of master’s cock filling its mouth, making it salivate so that it can do its job better, and it can hear its master’s approval while doing so. Its master growls with a deep tone, indicating he, too, is enjoying Fleshlight’s service. Which only makes fleshlight hornier and more pleased, now that it is aware that it is being successful in completing its task.

Fleshlight felt another pair of paws on his back, but it didn’t care. It wasn’t instructed to care; it was only told to open wide, and so it did. It heard a familiar voice while it was still busy serving its Master.

“Don’t mind me if I get some fun for myself too, Boss,” Wizard spoke as he was undressing the fleshlight to have access to its hole, which in response only got an approving grunt from Mister Garrick. Following the ram’s approval, wizard stag positioned his already hardened cock on its entrance and pushed himself in with a little force, claiming only a muffled moan from fleshlight’s stuffed mouth.

After going on for a while, Fleshlight swallowed both its master’s and his guest, the wizard’s loads, and thanked them for letting it fulfill its purpose. They must be pleased with its service that they called the rest of the room to loosen up the Fleshlight even more. After hours of relentless fucking, Fleshlight was full of cum and reeking of it. Garrick, watching all of this ‘training’ unfold, decided that it’s finally time to let his fleshlight out for public service. Garrick plugged Fleshlight’s ass with a plug and its mouth with a gagball, giving it a new outfit that is more appealing to his guests, which had its name written on it. 'Fleshlight, property of Garrick, the lord of the house.'

“There, this suits you even better. You can consider your debt paid fleshlight.” Garrick sent fleshlight that once named Walter with a smack to its ass to the hallways where rich people of Rheilon’s Rise gathered to have fun, when fleshlight entered the ball room something about it felt familiar, it was bustling with so many nobles, rich merchants and alike. It must have been due to its past experiences, Fleshlight thought, and started serving his master’s guest just like his master commanded it to do so. It served plates of food and drinks; its ass, its mouth, and sometimes its rubber cock that strapped over his now locked nub and its tongue, which went on until every one of its master’s guests was satisfied with its services.

After finishing its duty, Fleshlight took its place beside its master’s chair. On its right, its master’s other objects Cumdump and Footstool was standing at the ready to serve whenever called and demanded by their master. Fleshlight was happy, its purpose clear and its head empty. The only thing that’s in its brain is servitude and obedience. All the things an object has to worry about.