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A mischievous smirk split Dennis' lips as he crept into the bedroom and towards the male tiger gazing out the window at whatever layed beyond. Mercifully, the floor didn't creak, his clawed feet scrape the hardwood, nor his prey think to turn, spoiling the surprise. Reaching his target, he lunged at him, quickly placing his arms on the feline's shoulders as he let out a playful roar. Nothing. No jump, no sudden gasp, not even a flinch. The hyena sighed as the tiger began to slowly turn to face him.

"You're no fun when you always have your guard up, Wyatt," Dennis lamented, head held low.

"In my line of work, you never quite know what might try and get the drop on you if you don't. Thanks for proving my point," Wyatt replied, lightly pushing the hyena as he chuckled. "Now, why did you call me here? I really should be training."

"We both know you'll kick that guy's ass for sure, man. As for why you're here...," his smirk grew to a grin as he rubbed his hands on the tiger's muscular shoulders. "I wanted to wish you good luck."

"Oh? And how do you wish to go about tha-"

Dennis pulled him close, planting a kiss on his lips before pushing away. "How about that?"

"That could work maybe when I get back with my winnings we can-"

Yet again, he embraced the tiger with a kiss, this one long and passionate and finally catching him off his guard. The hyena's hands shifted to his back as he held him in an embrace. He could feel Wyatt relent as he moved his own hands to Dennis' waist, leaning into the kiss as the temperature in the room seemed to rise. Using his position and Wyatt's lowered defences, the hyena turned and threw the tiger onto the bed right next to them, moving fast to pin him under his weight and grab his wrists. He stared down at his restrained tiger, a lewd expression on his face as he sensed his cock peeking out of his sheath.

"I'm not getting any training done, am I?"

The pinning male moved one of Wyatt's wrists and brought it to a bedpost, locking it in the cuff attached to it before moving to do the same to the other. "Think of this as endurance training."

With his prey secured, Dennis grabbed the bottom of the tiger's shirt and lifted it up and over his head, letting it rest behind his neck and exposing the well earned muscles on his torso. Watching his abs raise and lower with his breaths, the hyena grabbed his own top and pulled it off in one swift motion, tossing it to the floor. Bending forward, he licked up his captive's chest, coaxing a moan from him as he shuttered. Moving over, he sucked on his nipples before kissing him again, their cocks touching as they grew within their pants.

"F-Fuck, Dennis... just do it already," Wyatt begged between huffs, his hips jerking with neediness.

"Don't mind me then," Dennis told him as he unbuckled the tiger's belt, unzipped his pants, and began to slide them and his underwear down his legs, unveiling his stiff cock resting on his bladder. Relieving himself of his own pants, he placed his manhood on top of Wyatt's before starting to rub his nipples again, causing him to yank on the chains. "You're so sexy when you look like this."

"Ha fucking ha... so, are you just going to tease me?"

"No," the hyena repositioned him, lifting the tiger's legs as he placed his tip to his rear. "I think I'll fuck you."

Slowly, Dennis forced his way inside, Wyatt rumbling with a low moan as he entered. With his cock pushed in, he started to thrust, picking up momentum quickly as he immediately pounded the tiger's prostate, watching his eyes roll back, his mouth opened as a series of 'ahs' flowed out. Precum seeped from the chained tiger's manhood as it bounced, a string of it sticking to his torso as he arched his back from the pleasure. As his own pre leaked into the hole, Dennis growled, leaning forward and reaching an arm out to seize Wyatt's neck, lightly squeezing it as he panted. His assault on his ass became rough and hard, slamming his swollen knot into his rim as his grip on his throat constricted, narrowing his airways as his prey's member twitched violently. More fluid poured from both their cocks, a pressure building his balls as he grunted with each of Wyatt's needy moans. He was getting so close, just a little more and....

Dennis awoke, panting as he felt himself release into the warm, moist thing around his cock, sucking at the erupting seed as it left his tip. He tried to look around, only seeing the black leather of the hood's blindfold over his eyes. Any attempt to speak was stopped by the tight muzzle over his mouth. His ears picked up a muffled hum just as his manhood felt it vibrate the sensitive flesh. A bitch moan snuck its way out the hood as the thing sucking him off was lifted from his shaft, leaving it damp and clean.

"Sleep well, my little stud?" He heard a familiar voice say before light enveloped his vision from the sudden removal of the leather strip covering his eyes.

He was immediately greeted by Fenrir, the wolf who had kidnapped him with the intention of... he still wasn't exactly sure of the motive, but it to led sadomasochistic torture, the first of many he knew he would experience before all was said and done. His limbs were still chained to the bed that he laid in, his body still stripped of all clothes with only a black bondage hood to cover his face. Looking straight down, he stared at his cock standing at full mast, a cock ring slid just below the knot to force it that way. His canine captor moved to sit on his waist, tail lightly brushing against his manhood as he unhooked the muzzle from the hood and took it off, leaving Dennis with only the leather covering his features left.

"So how was your dream? I saw you tossing and turning and simply couldn't resist," He said, running his fingers over his captive's chest.

"Can I go home?" Dennis asked, trying to be as nice as possible.

"Now, now, we've been over this already," Fenrir reminded him, placing his thumbs on the hyena's nipples and beginning to rub them. "You still have a lesson to learn."

"Please!" He begged, a slight whimper in his voice. "I'll stop harassing people at the Tipsy Fellow, you have my word. If I do it again, you can keep me as long as you want, just let me go."

"Dennis, I'm not doing this for them. I'm doing this for you. You have a problem and I hope to fix it. You have some things that need correcting and I hope to fix them in a way that you get at least some pleasure with. Now, what was your dream?"

The hyena sighed. "I was... with one of my friends, we fucked and that's about it," he explained, choosing to leave out the important details. Thinking about it, he wished he could continue it.

"Who was the friend?" the wolf asked as he got up and fished for something under the bed.

"What are you going to do to him?"

Fenrir's head shot up, clearly insulted by the implication. "What's that supposed to mean? I don't do this to get new people to fuck. Trust me, I don't have to seek people out. I'm not going to take your friend just because I can. There has to be an arrangement or a reason. Besides, I'm asking for a name, not an address or place of work."

"Fine... his name's Wyatt. He's kind of my self-appointed guardian, at least, he was."

"Was?"

"He fought in underground ring matches, was really good at it. One night he left for a match and never came back. I've lost contact with him since," Dennis recalled, his eyes burning at the painful memory.

"Did you love him?"

Dennis looked at him and immediately shook his head. "What? No! Me? Falling in love? The main thing I love is the feeling of a person's body against mine as I fuck them senseless. He was a friend with benefits, many benefits. If he abandoned me to fall for someone then fuck him."

Standing up, Fenrir hid something behind his back as he ran a finger up the underside of Dennis' cock, forcing him to inhale from the stimulation. "How tragic," he simply replied as he took a small wooden box from behind his back, opened it up, and clamped it around the hyena's erection.

Dennis gasped as the object sealed around his shaft, the soft material inside pressing against his sensitive member and seeming to morph to better match his size. His hips thrusted at the feeling, fists and toes clenching as he panted. Thrashing on the bed, he desperately tried to free himself from the restraints, his mind overloaded with the simple pleasure the box brought.

"God, you are one needy bastard, aren't you?" The wolf taunted as he opened the box, showing the bound hyena the inside of it, the material inside having assumed the shape of his cock. "You're really a big one. Good for you." He closed the box once more and began towards the far corner of the room.

Dennis panted as he gazed longingly at the wolf, the only thing that could satisfy this lust he felt. "Come on, finish me, you bastard!" He pleaded, pre dripping down his cock as his hips jerked.

"Finish you?" Fenrir questioned as he returned, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Like this?" He reached out and began to stroke his shaft, forcing a moan from the hyena as he nodded.

"Y-Yes... more...," his eyes closed as the wolf soaked his twitching member in his leaking precum, letting his mind drift to other things.

"How about a little of this?" Two fingers entered Dennis' ass, pushing right to the knuckle and causing him to arch his back. "Oh, how the big dom is reduced when another dominant man comes along to show him his place." He stopped, pulling free his fingers and ending the stroke before removing the ring from the base of his captive's cock.

Dennis watched helplessly as he cut off all stimulation, his manhood shrinking from the lack of it, leaving him unsatisfied. "What? No, please!"

"It's clear you haven't yet begun to learn your lesson. Thinking with your cock and letting it guide you. Even when you're at my mercy, you still try to be the one in control," Fenrir replied, reaching up and pulling off the hood, looking at Dennis' face as he held the mask up for him to see. "Would you rather I wear this, so I can be just as faceless as all the rest?"

Dennis thought of an answer, a lie to sooth his thoughts but before he could open his mouth to speak, he found the muzzle slipped back on and strapped around his head. Following the canine's movements, he saw him unshackling his legs before moving to his arms, careful to pin them as to not allow him another chance like last night. The wolf flipped him on his front, cuffing his hands behind his back before helping him up and guiding him to his next punishment.

Brought to a chair, Dennis was sat down, his ass positioned over a curious hole in the seat. Fenrir strapped his legs to those of the chair with leather straps before doing the same to his arms, tightening his wrists to the arms on either side of him. The hyena tested their strength, pulling on them with no luck. With no way out, he situated himself and glared at the wolf as he loaded a cart with today's instruments of torture. When the cart was wheeled over to him, Dennis attempted to see the contents, however, due to his sitting, he couldn't see much aside three odd machines that he couldn't make out the purpose of. His captor took a bottle from the cart and opened it, taking some of the liquid inside on his finger before approaching the hyena. Dennis tilted his head away as he got close, backing his body as far into the chair as he could, though this did nothing to stop Fenrir's wet fingers from rubbing the ice cold fluid on his nipples. Dennis gritted his teeth behind the muzzle as air was blown onto the area, amplifying the freezing temperature and making his nipples hard. He sat there as the bottle was grabbed again and more liquid was poured out, Fenrir rubbing it over his hands before bringing them to his genitals. Futilely fighting to get free, he could only prepare himself as the wolf's hands began to smear the bottle's contents over his balls and sheath.

"No, I don't think that's enough. Better safe than sorry," the canine said, pulling back the hyena's sheath and tilting the bottle, even as he viciously shook his head.

"Mmmmmrrrrrrrrppppphhhhhh!" Dennis screamed as the frigid liquid flowed from the bottle, surrounding his retracted cock.

His fingers flexed and clenched, his body thrashing about as he slammed his back into the chair. Seemingly not content with his suffering, Fenrir puffed another gust of air inside, dropping the temperature to unbearable levels. The hyena whimpered as he bucked his hips, trying to get as much of the solution out as possible. Seeing this, the wolf pinched shut his sheath, forcing the liquid to stay in as Dennis leaned forward, panting, tears welling in his eyes as he waited for it to end, soft whimpers leaving him as the cold froze his vulnerable cock. His torturer shushed him, rubbing his back, and assured him it was almost over. The pressure on his sheath caused his manhood to begin stiffening, sliding past Fenrir's fingers as it peeked out. With his tip showing, the wolf began to slide the protective sack down, helping Dennis' growing shaft out as the fluid drained from it. Weak moans emanated from the bound male as he felt his cock getting stroked, the hand rubbed it aiding in pushing it to full length.

As he fought to catch his breath, something else Fenrir pulled from the cart caught his eye. It looked like a black box with four cables hanging from it, the purpose of which he could only guess, but the ideas he had all terrified him. This was a punishment, nothing good could come from it. Placing the box down, the hyena noticed a few dials on the top, though he couldn't make out what they were. Fenrir picked up two of the cables, each having a clamp on them, and brought them to his captive's chest. Dennis turned his torso every which way but even with his resistance, they latched onto his nipples like parasites.

"Now, this machine is a battery. When I turn it on, these cables will administer an electric shock," Fenrir explained before grabbing the last two cables, each one having pads on the end. "These are for your balls."

The hyena's eyes widened as he thrashed in the chair once more, powerless against the wolf as he stuck a pad to each of his testicles. Pulling a fifth padded cord from the cart, he plugged it in before sticking it over the hyena's heart. Dennis launched into a series of protests, all made incoherent by the muzzle as Fenrir walked off to grab a chair, returning with one that was more cushioned and less covered in restraints. Sitting down, he grabbed the battery and turned one of the dials. The begging immediately stopped as a light, pulsing current shot through the wires, filling him with a sensation of pins and needles, especially at the source. His head tilted back as he moaned, the stimulation heaven on his balls as he was overcome with pleasure. The light shocks seemed to match with his heartbeat, a rhythmic pattern that overwhelmed him with ecstasy.

"Now, this is the highest it will go for the nipples, not trying to kill you or anything. The balls, however...." He turned the dial a little more, increasing the intensity as a series of volts flew into his testicles, forcing a yelp from Dennis. "This is where the punishment comes in. I'm going to electrocute you until I can get two orgasms from you. And let's just say, electrostimulation can get... intense."

After several increased jolts, they returned to normal, though this time, Dennis found them to feel even better as he moaned. Enjoying the sensation, his pleasure was yanked away as the harsh shocks returned. Looking over at Fenrir, he saw his fingers grab another dial.

"This dial here changes the duration of the stronger shocks, making the rest period longer or shorter. I'll leave it for now, but I think you can handle more," he stated as he moved to the first dial and turned it more.

Dennis jumped as a harsher set of shocks ran through his balls, the feeling more painful than pleasurable. That changed, though, when the lesser pulses came, his cock twitching as a bead of precum appeared on his tip. He squirmed in the chair, legs kicking as he moaned. After a few more rounds a steady stream of fluid dripped down the underside of the hyena's shaft, apparently serving as a call to turn up the intensity as Fenrir twisted the dial upon seeing it. As the electricity surged through his manhood, Dennis clenched onto the arms of the chair, a whine leaving him as the pain experienced began to reach the level of sadistic torture. His testicles felt like they would burst, his chest seizing up as he tried to breath. The moment the mellow shocks returned, his head fell back as he vented his pleasure with a loud sigh, his cock dancing wildly, the pressure building within becoming too much to bear. With the stronger jolts striking him, he tensed again, the sensation of his body stiffening only fueling the need for release. He closed his eyes, knowing that once the tingling jolts returned, he would be granted that sweet, sweet climax. To his shock, however, once the current lessened and his manhood shook like mad, the built up seed wasn't released. Tilting his head down, he saw a horrifying sight. With his head back with bliss, the wolf had snuck forth and fastened two bands around his erect cock, one situated near the head and the other resting snuggly on his knot. The tightness of the bands squeezed his shaft, letting nothing save a pitiful trickle leaking from his tip. Even the harsh shocks had ceased, offering nothing to take his mind off what he currently felt. The hyena shook in his binds, kicking his feet to snap the leather restraints but to no avail. He turned to Fenrir, a pleading look in his eyes as he silently begged for mercy.

"You see, Dennis, you may be used to cumming whenever you want, but here? Nah, I'm the one who decides that," Fenrir stated. "You're adorable to watch squirm and jerk, a nice little show to watch. I think I might get myself a drink and enjoy what I see."

The restrained male protested before gasping as the bands around his cock began to vibrate, sending an endless ocean of stimulus into him, the waves of pleasure robbing him of all thought as he performed the wolf's favourite show. His body was in a constant state of motion, his arms and legs pushing and pulling, his chest heaving, and his head rolling in every direction. Moans and gasps and yells freely came from inside the muzzle, his sheer existence turned into a lust-filled act for his captor, who he caught glimpses of as he left and returned with a glass in hand, sitting back and taking a sip.

Every attempt to start a clear train of thought ended with immediate derailment, the only thing running through the hyena's head was primal desire. In that chair, hooked up like a mad science experiment, the hyena was no longer Dennis Adler. Instead, the being that took his place was a creature of pure pleasure, living off the stimulation pumped into its form. Writhing in the chair from pure ecstasy, he could stay like this forever.

His mind was overcome with a plethora of lewd thoughts, all dominating his crumbling psyche as his body struggled to contain and release the pleasure inside. Everything in his life, all the money, status, power he had, he would give it up to keep this feeling going, to have his mind full with this primal lust that dominated his existence. Drifting his eyes to Fenrir, the man he despised for forcing him into this, he now thought of him with an unparalleled neediness, the only person who has ever made him feel this way. Whereas he once tried to run away from this fate, of being the sexual plaything of this handsome wolf, the very idea now only made him more turned on, as if that was even possible with everything happening. He was willing to do anything, to let Fenrir do anything, so long as this continued.

Just as the last bits of his sanity began to slip away like grains of sand through open fingers, Dennis was finally granted relief as, after finishing his drink, Fenrir strode over and loosened the bands on his cock, letting the tip erupt with the hyena's seed. The bound man arched his back, tensing his body as his cum shot in the air, raining down on the ground and himself, his shaft shaking violently as it delivered its long delayed load. As his climax petered out and the white geyser turned into a cascading drizzle, he bent forward, chest heaving as he panted, the look of bliss still on his face. Feeling his head getting lifted to meet the wolf's gaze, he didn't struggle, gazing at him with lustful eyes.

A smile cracked Fenrir's face as he examined him. "That felt amazing, didn't it? It's amazing what a couple hundred volts of electricity can do. Did that orgasm feel good?"

Dennis nodded weakly, the constant flow of mild shocks to his balls and nipples already building him up again. The wolf hadn't lied about the intensity and whether it was the jolts, holding it in, or both, that release was pure heaven. He wanted more. The canine's hand fell to the hyena's balls as he lightly fondled them, coaxing a gasp from the captive as he head rolled back, a moan sneaking out of him. He hadn't felt like this... ever, not even when he had a man at his mercy did he experience this feeling to this degree. Why now?

With his neck exposed and eyes facing the ceiling, he was caught off guard as he felt Fenrir kiss his neck before starting to lightly nibble it, teeth pressing ever so gently on his throat as his eyes fluttered. As if that wasn't enough, the sensation of warm leather met his shaft as a free hand began to stroke it. The restrained man shuddered, this teasing torturing his needy mind. Please just use me, he thought as he moaned. Just do it, man. His mind drifted as his eyes caught glimpses of the walls decorated with gears, toys, and devices, fantasising them being used on him. Maybe Fenrir will let me pick next. The thought sobered his mind just a bit, even as precum leaked from his cock. It was weird, he never saw himself as a switch. This wolf is messing with my head.

The canine seemed to notice his lewd stupor falter, pulling away from him but continuing to rub the length of his manhood. "Now, I hope you remember what I said about getting two orgasms out of you. I've counted only one so far," he stated, picking up the battery controls and sitting back down. "Besides, I've yet to show you how high this thing goes."

Turning the third dial, Dennis noticed no change in the shocks, but upon a sharp twist of the first one, a sharp torrent of electricity surged through his balls, causing his hips to buck, the sudden pain forcing another yelp out of him. Immediately after, the jolt calmed, only to pick up again on the next pulse, alternating from a light buzz to a harsh zap, rinse and repeat. His legs kicked in his binding, his shoulders jerking as his jaw closed tight, eyes squeezed as his face contorted from the assault. His cock convulsed, clear fluid seeping down as the electrostimulation merged the pleasure and the pain into one solid sensation that engulfed his body and mind, stripping it of all power to work on its own, now a slave to the current running through him. Already, he could already feel himself approaching climax, his tired and abused jewels building up for a release. Soon, it would be over, soon he could rest. Just a little more and....

The electric shock ceased, even the low volts ending abruptly, leaving the poor hyena teetering on the edge with no way to take the plunge. He thrashed about, thrusting his hips in a vain attempt to finish, whimpering in frustration as he was denied release. Shooting a look at the wolf, he tried his damnedest to produce a look of anger, of hatred, but his face refused to harden, only allowing him to muster a pleading expression towards his captor.

Fenrir got to his feet, a devilish grin parting his lips as he knelt down in front of Dennis, petting his head as his other hand lightly stroked his length, ensuring the hyena stayed worked up. He began to hum, ignoring the muffled pleas from the other male, who pulled on his bindings, tugging and yanking on the leather straps. The bound man's whimpers grew louder, his head dropping as his body shook, unable to satisfy its several needs.Please, just let me cum, he mentally begged, his spoken words indecipherable behind the muzzle around his mouth. As he settled into a tearless sob, the hand on his head glided down to his cheek, rubbing it as it made its way around to the back. Hearing some clicking as the straps on his muzzle are jostling, he feels the device slip from his head, freeing him to speak once more. Even with his speech returned to him, no words left him as he whined. His eyes meet with the wolf's as his head is lifted by his tormentor's hand, the man staring at him with his selfsame expression, though now Dennis swore he could spy something hidden in his eyes. Concern?

"All you need to do is say the words," Fenrir stated. "Nicely."

"P-Please...," Dennis began, searching for the strength to say what needed to be said.

"Please what?"

"Please... let me cum," he forced out, immediately filled with shame at the request. Never was he the one to beg in this manner, his own pride ached at the humiliation.

"Good, very good," the wolf congratulated him, ruffling the fur on his head before standing up and picking up the battery. "I'm a man of my word."

With a quick twist of the dial, one last jolt shot into the hyena's tortured balls, sending his head flying back as he shouted, his manhood pumping out his load hard. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he emptied cum from his twitching tip, the white fluid dripping on the ground as his swollen shaft began to relax. After so long, relief was his reward. Numbness filled his tired form as the final bits of his seed drained from him, pooling on the floor, seemingly to Fenrir's dismay, if his face said anything as he watched the dying stream. He had given his two orgasms, hopefully that meant rest. With the source of his horny mind now staining his fur and filling the room with its scent, he could finally think clearly, though the first word out of his mouth betrayed the man they belonged to.

"More...."

The single word said enough, although Dennis was confused as to why it was said. He hated being this wolf's sex toy, he wanted to escape. Right? Sure, the pleasure was nice and the sex was amazing but he didn't want to be here. He couldn't. He had been drugged and kidnapped, had his clothes cut away and was tortured and humiliated. Worst of all, this sexy canine had the balls to dominate him?! Such a thing couldn't be allowed to slide. So what if it felt good? Sex felt good, it didn't matter if some part of him wanted to feel that his thick cock pentrating his tailhole again, feel his knot savagely ram into his ass until-

Shut up brain! He shouted in his head, shaking it and trying his best to put his thoughts someplace else. Drifting along, his mind settled on a nice muscular tiger being pushed on a bed, quickly joined by him as they embraced and kissed. Wyatt? Pushing that aside, he focused on it, willing this mental film to progress. And progress it did, as he envisioned Wyatt rolling over, pinning him down as he-

"Son of a bitch! I'm a dom, god dammit, not some pathetic little sub. You can't break me, you bastard. I won't break!" Dennis exclaimed, glaring at his captor, who sat down in the chair opposite of him. "I'm Dennis Alder, heir to the Alder family, I will never be some sex slave to you."

Fenrir sat, observing his outburst, a leg resting on his lap and his chin supported on intertwined fingers. Waiting a few seconds after the hyena stopped, he sighed, closing his eyes. "You still don't get it, do you? Oh, what am I saying? He told me you likely wouldn't. I'm not making you a sex slave, Dennis. I'm merely showing you the error of your ways, as well as helping you improve."

"By tying me up and fucking me?"

"Yes," He said plainly as he got up, walking over and kneeling down in front of his captive. "You know what I see right now?"

"The man who's going to make your life hell when this is over?"

The wolf laughed. "No. You know what? It would be easier to show you. But first, let's get this stuff off of you."

Reaching up, the canine grabbed the clamps on Dennis' nipples and pulled them off, a gasp escaping from the latter man as blood rushed to the sensitive area. He yanked the electrodes from his balls, creating a sound akin to velcro as they tugged free from his fur. Lastly, he removed the vibrating band from around his flaccid cock, coaxing a moan from Dennis as the overused organ was touched. Placing the items, along with the battery, on the cart, Fenrir walked off, out of sight of the hyena. Craning his head to look for him he could only hear the squeaking of wheels growing closer and closer, just out of sight. His mind raced with ideas as to what this torture device would be, a new form of retraint, another machine to strap him to, or maybe another cart filled with more instruments of sadomasochistic pleasure. Wherever it was, he was ready for it. As the wolf pushed a mirror in front of him, he found himself relieved, confused, and a tad disappointed. Catching a glimpse of himself, he averted his eyes, not wanting to see himself in this sorry state. With the mirror in place, Fenrir approached him, walking behind him and bending over his shoulder, his warm breath tickling his ear.

"I want you to look."

The hyena shook his head, staring blankly at the ground.

"Figured as much."

The bound man sensed something tighten around his neck before his head was forced back and up, pulling his body straight and pressing him into the chair he sat in. With his head now looking forward, he finally gazed upon the man in the mirror and froze.

The last time he had seen his reflection was in his bathroom, ensuring he looked just right before his hunt at the Tipsy Fellow. The short brown mane that ran from the top of his head down his neck and back had been finely combed and fluffed to give it volume, the two ends combed together to form a faux hawk. The spotted fur was nice and clean, brushed to get any and all knots out of it, as well as to help show off his muscled physique. He remembered the cocky smile he gave himself, his golden tooth shining as bright as the smile itself. What he saw in the mirror was a far cry from all of that. His carefully cared for mane was now wild and messy, a victim of the hood he wore over last night and the repeated assaults it received by the wolf's hand. His fur was a similar story. Where it once was groomed and tidy, it was now disheveled and matted in areas, the majority of it still raised from the earlier electrostimulation. His own cum stuck to his lower abdomen and crotch, a result of the orgasms he had endured. Aside from his unkempt appearance, he stared in a mix of awe and disgust at his own nakedness, his cock hanging limp between his legs as his exhausted balls dangled below. He attempted to shift his legs to cover his exposed genitals but it was no use. The repeated toying with his nipples had left them visible and hard, vulnerable to more mistreatment. Finally, he looked up at his own face, his usual demeanor replaced with a look of exhaustion, defeat, and mild arousal. Around his neck was a black collar, a matching leash behind him being secured to the chair, keeping his head up. In the state he was in, if he had found his reflection at the bar, he would have considered himself easy prey. That fact hit home harder than the rest.

"What do you see, Dennis?" Fenrir asked, his hands rubbing his shoulders.

"A disgrace."

The wolf sighed once more. "I see someone who is confused. Confused about himself."

"What do you mean?"

"I see a dom who deep down inside wants to submit, to have a strong man take his control and make him his own."

"Fuck you. I'm no sub."

"Of course you aren't," Fenrir replied sincerely.

"I... what?" the hyena questioned. "Wasn't that the point of this?"

"No, Dennis," Fenrir sighed, exasperated as his hands ran down the bound man's pecs. "I was never calling your domination into question. Your problem is that under all your bravado and wealth and power, you secretly want someone to come along and put you in your place. Not always, but sometimes, and the thought scares you. So you push it aside, ramp up your dominance to remove any suspicion, and everyone suffers for it. Others because you become a complete dick and yourself because you're denying a part of yourself. I want to break the fake Dennis, show him what he really wants, and let the real Dennis live his life how he was meant to. I'm stripping away the wall you've put up and now your true self is showing. You wanted more, didn't you?"

Dennis shook his head vehemently. "No, never! I don't enjoy this shit at ahhhhhh...," He moaned, interrupted as the wolf's fingers played with his nipples once more. "Ahhh ahhh... what makes you the nrrrgh... expert?"

"When you do this for a while, you learn to pick certain things up. Take this for instance. You sleep around with several other guys and only use them for sex because you're afraid to fall in love, so you do what you can to stop yourself from growing attached. This problem of yours is why my client turned to me in the first place."

"Your... client?"

"Later. But for now...," Fenrir reached down and grabbed Dennis' cock. "We get back to breaking down that wall of yours."

"Please ahhh...," the hyena said, his plea cut short as he inhaled, closing his eyes as the wolf rubbed his shaft. He couldn't even get the words out anymore. As much as he wanted to escape, his body enjoyed the constant stimulation his captor gave, and it craved more.

Squirming in his restraints, he felt his sore cock grow once more, rising up tall as its owner moaned needingly. He looked forward at the mirror, watching his reflection as Fenrir jerked him off and pinched his nipple. To see himself brought so low, a proud man made a whimpering fool by a complete stranger, one he had originally seen as simple prey, some part of him loved the idea. Through his mirrored self, he stared on as the man who kidnapped him played with his body, fondling his balls and running his hands all over his abs and chest, something that should have meant strength rendered a mere toy to a stronger man. He pulled on his restraints, simple leather that held him down, making him helpless to the sadistic wolf's every whim. That power, he knew, was intoxicating, and on the other end, it felt oddly enjoyable. In a way, he sort of liked this loss of power.

Tilting his head back, he gazed at Fenrir with lustful eyes. "You can't break me, wolf. You're too weak to try," he said in a prodding manner, hoping to provoke him as he sought to learn what this wolf had in store next.

The wolf smirked, clearly seeing through Dennis' simple rouse, but playing along. "Oh, still defiant are you? Alright, guess I'll just have to move on."

Picking up the muzzle, he slowly slid it on to his captive's face, the latter fighting the urge to jump in excitement as the corner of his mind screamed for him to stop. With it firmly secured, Fenrir unhooked the leash from Dennis' collar, allowing his head and torso to slump forward.

"What to do with such a naughty boy," he pondered, tapping his chin before approaching the cart. "Of course. I know just the thing."

Picking up a strange box with a pole sticking out of the top, he scooted it underneath the chair before jogging over to the corner of the room. Just like before, he was out of Dennis' view, no matter how much his head turned. Ultimately, the unknown made it better, his mind racing in anticipation as he heard his captor's familiar foot falls become louder and closer. Reaching him, Dennis' eyes were met with the same box from this morning, the one enclosed around his erect cock. He cocked his head in confusion, wondering if the wolf was running out of ideas.

"I'm so glad this is finished. Look familiar?" Fenrir asked as he opened the box, the contents filling in the blanks and causing the hyena's beating heart to skip.

Inside rested his own manhood, at least in shape, molded in perfect likeness. The detail was extraordinary, everything down to the veins creating an exact replica, now turned into a new dildo, one the bound man knew would be used on him. Pulling it from the mold, Fenrir brought it closer for him to see, rubbing it on his chest and grinding it against his real cock. Dennis shook in his chair, muffled sentences pushed through the muzzle as he though of several ways for it to be used, several places for it to be stuck. As he admired his recreated member, the wolf rested it on the floor before grabbing a dreaded bottle from the cart.

"Oh, would you look at that? It's our old friend, Mr. Lube," he teased, opening it up. "Luckily for you, it shouldn't be as cold anymore."

Pouring some on his hand, the wolf began to slather the liquid all over the dildo's shaft, the already shiny sex toy glistening under the lights as it got nice and wet. Unable and unwilling to look away, Dennis struggled in his restraints, thrashing in his seat as his eyes followed the canine's hand up and down his fake cock's length, envious of the silicone in front of him. Realising he was only torturing himself, he closed his eyes, putting his mind someplace else. He furrowed his brow, plunging deep in thought, fighting to think of anything outside this room.

His thoughts found their way to a bar, but not one like the Tipsy Fellow, just a run of the mill pub with a lion sitting right next to him. Part of him wondered why he went to this memory of all places, but in his quest to forget his current situation, he lacked the luxury of questioning it further. Much of that night was a haze, nothing important enough for him to remember, but the feline that had sat next to him at that bar counter was unforgettable.

He knew the big cat well, at least knew of him, anyone who delved into the underground world of sex had at least heard of him. Apollo Damos, entrepreneur and owner of Asmodeus, the choice destination of any kinky bastard looking to get freaky. Whatever you would need to get your rocks off, that place probably had it, along with staff that were around to help you out however you needed. Of course, such a place couldn't be open to just about everyone, aside from the few regulars, one had to be invited and show proof to be let in. And with such a secretive place, the rumour mill couldn't help itself, filling people's heads with numerous conspiracies about Asmodeus and Apollo himself. Some said that the staff were former patrons pressed into service or slaves to their vice. Others would say that it was a front for less than legal business. The most popular bit of gossip, however, involved the chief lion himself. Despite owning the place, Apollo had never been seen using the place, and while that wasn't exactly unusual, that didn't stop the theories, especially the one about the so-called Second Circle. Apparently, if Apollo found someone he liked or didn't like, depending on the storyteller, he would bring them to this hidden part of the club where he would keep the hapless person, using and abusing them, occasionally inviting people along to join in or watch. Proponents of the rumour that the staff were patrons also subscribe to the belief that the Second Circle is where he takes people to break them.

Regardless of the truth behind it, he was a legend, one that he had happened to sit next to at a lonely pub, enjoying a drink. Despite lacking the reputation he had now, Apollo knew who he was, pulling him under his wing and choosing to impart some words of wisdom unto him, words Dennis chose to live by.

"The quickest way to a man's pride is his genitals, and once you control those, he isn't a man anymore. He's your bitch. Son, you and I have been blessed with great power, but if you ever let a man take that control from you, then you are nothing."

Dennis' eyes shot open as he dropped his gaze to the leather restraints on his wrist, pulling and jerking on them in a renewed effort of break free. He was not going to be this wolf's bitch. That was not his lot in life. As he squirmed in his bindings, he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Lifting his head, he glared at his captor with a look of hatred, catching Fenrir off guard. The hyena shouted a string of expletives at him from behind the muzzle, thrusting his chest towards him and struggling to free himself. As he continued his muffled tirade, Fenrir loosened the muzzle and let it drop.

"You rat bastard, I never let you take my pride! I'll fight you to the ends of the Earth and when I'm done, you'll be whimpering my name!" Dennis exclaimed.

"I... do not give a shit about your pride, Dennis. I'm doing this to help you and god knows how many others."

"Well, do your worst! I'll never break, you'll never make me your bitch," the hyena spat.

"Make you my...?" Fenrir thought before a lightbulb clicked on above his head. "Oh, I thought you seemed familiar. You're that prickless prick Apollo's underling. That explains the extortion attempt at the Tipsy Fellow."

"He'll lay you so low, wolf. When I tell him what you did to me, he'll make an example of you!"

"Okay, mafioso, it's cute that you think Apollo gives anything remotely close to a fuck about you, but he really doesn't."

"Bullshit. Do your worst, it'll only invite more of his wrath on you."

The wolf paused, staring at him. "Is that a challenge or an invitation? You want me to try and break you?"

"Yes. Dig your grave. I can take whatever you can throw at me."

"Okay, so you agree to let me do whatever I want to you?" Fenrir inquired, completely seriously. "Because I can do a lot. You consent to that?"

"Do. Your. Worst. You cunt."

The two stayed there in pin drop silence for what seemed like minutes, the only real sound being Dennis' breathing as he began to calm from his outburst. The tranquillity was broken with a clap as the wolf brought his hands together.

"Well, that wasn't in my contract but if you want it then I guess I can give it. Anything for Apollo's little boy."

"Fuck you," the bound male seethed.

"Actually, it's the other way around," Fenrir joked as he waved the dildo in front of his captive's face. "Since you clearly aren't learning anything, I'll just have to make this both a lesson and a punishment. So here's how this is going to work. I'm going to attach this here toy to the machine underneath you and turn it on. Once I do, it will repeatedly move it up and down, and considering where it's situated, I shouldn't need to explain what that will do.You'll get to truly feel what it's like to be on the other end. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Dennis' glared at him as he went to the cart, taking another machine and putting it down in front of him before grabbing two thin hoses and attaching them to the device. "What do you plan to do with that?" he asked, trying to keep up his bravado, though a hint of nervousness crept into his words.

"Oh this?" He began with a laugh as he removed the muzzle from around the hyena's neck. "First, let's get a better muzzle."

Rummaging through the cart, Fenrir picked up a new muzzle, looking nearly identical to the one the hyena had been wearing. The only difference he could see was a larger hole in the centre that stuck out a bit. It was only when the wolf moved closer to him with the inside pointed towards him that he saw the main feature. Nestled inside the leather muzzle was a thick, round tube, almost the length of the item it sat in. With the canine stepping nearer with each passing moment, Dennis began to struggle, squirming in his restraints and shaking his head every which way, hoping to keep that thing off him. Fenrir's hand seized his neck, squeezing just enough to steady his captive's face as the muzzle slowly pressed into the hyena's lips. Having no way to move his mouth out of the way and the tube applying more and more pressure, the bound male opened his jaws for a second, but a second was all his captor needed. Dennis gagged as the device was forced on, shoving the tube deeper and deeper into his maw until it rested halfway inside. Feeling the straps tighten around his head, he looked up at the wolf, worry and anger mixing in his eyes. He adjusted the tube in his mouth as he watched Fenrir return to the machine, picking up one of the hoses, a large nozzle attached to the other end and returned to him.

"Now, much like the countless people you've put on that cock of yours, you get to finally experience what it feels like to be fucked by you and now with this thing here," he holds up the nozzle, "you'll get to taste your cum as well."

Dennis launched into a series of incoherent muffled noises as his gaze dropped to his own cock, seeing the wolf slide the nozzle over his length until the bottom rested on his knot. With a flick of a switch on the machine, it turned on, causing a light suction to surround his manhood as Dennis inhaled sharply. Now with the hose secure to his member, Fenrir took up the second hose and attached it to the muzzle, pushing stale air and the scent of his own musk into the hyena's mouth. Fenrir clapped his hands together as he appeared to admire the sight, but his work wasn't done. Grabbing the dildo, he walked behind the chair, humming to himself as he crouched down, the sounds of him setting up the device beneath him reaching Dennis' ears. The captive man thrashed in his bindings harder than he had before but no amount of resistance seemed to even loosen them a tad. As he rocked in the chair, he suddenly stopped, a chill running up his spine as he felt the cold tip of his silicone cock prod his asshole. Turning his head with the thought to beg, he found it instead shooting back as he yelled into the muzzle, his rear parted by the toy as it penetrated, sparing him almost nothing as it slammed its knot against him, the tip immediately finding his prostate, sending a tidal wave of pleasure into his body as he released a long moan.

Fenrir stood up and bent over his captive, fingers running through the fur on his chest as thumbs massaged his nipples. "As much as I would love to watch, I have a call to make. But don't worry, once I'm back, we can continue more of this fun, Dennis."

Ruffling his mane once more, Dennis' lewd eyes followed the wolf as he walked in front of him, turning a knob on the milking machine before approaching the door in the corner of the door and leaving, closing it behind him and letting the hyena suffer his punishment alone. With the dial twisted, he noticed the sensation of giving anal, a tight pressure coursing up and down his cock into the machine. Observing the nozzle, he witnessed the thin rubber inside move with the pressure, creating waves along his shaft as the soft material only increased the stimulation. With the sucking of his cock and the pumping in his ass, Dennis was left squirming in his seat, moaning and gasping as he was helpless to stop it. He was amazing by his own girth. Sure, he knew he was big, but to feel it inside him, thrusting as the machine went through its cycles, he couldn't help but whimper as it stretched him. His fingers and toes flexed, his arms and legs jerking as he attempted to escape the pleasure, but like it had been since this experience started, he was helpless.

Helpless. It was such an odd thing for him. All his money, all his power, couldn't save him from this predicament. If this wolf decided to, he could be trapped here forever, or at least until he was found. The thought terrified him. To be trapped here as captor had his way with him, strapping him to any assortment of devices and sexually torturing him with a wide variety of toys. His eyes danced around the room, taking in the collection of BDSM gear, all carrying a possibility to be used on him. If he didn't know any better, he would assume this was the mythical Second Circle. Mentally, he laughed at the thought, but some part of his mind worriedly wondered if that was indeed the truth. Floating with the idea that Fenrir was lying, it had a frightening plausibility. It was well equipped and likely underground, rivaling Asmodeus in means of bondage. Besides, rumour was that Apollo was obsessed with the power such a kink brought. But why would he want to punish him? He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? Or maybe this was a test, a way for him to prove he was a real man. If so, he would do everything in his power to show him that he wasn't just someone's bitch.

His thoughts were interrupted by a salty taste invading his mouth and running down his throat. Concentrating on the hose, he noticed a wetness rolling up it before being sucked into his mouth. He was drinking his own pre. At that realisation, he bucked his hips, trying to thrust the nozzle off his cock, but the suction had formed a vacuum seal around it. His replicated manhood continued to ram into his sensitive prostate, the flowing stimulation making it difficult for him to return to his thoughts. Clenching his eyes shut, he sought to push back a growing urge in his throat, the effort futile as he let out a drawn out, needy moan. Damn that wolf! I'll.... Dennis' eyes rolled in his head as the rhythmic pounding in his rear and the sucking on his cock lured him towards a peaceful bliss. His abs expanded and contracted as he shifted in the spot, so close to relenting to the pleasure, but he refused to give in.

Arching forward, he gritted his teeth, snarling with determination as he used all his willpower to push the endless sea of stimulation from his mind. He was Dennis Alder, a proud, dominant male. He would never be made to fall by some inferior wolf. The cock being milked was his cock, and he decided when and if he came. The dildo assaulting his tail hole was based off of him, and feeling it fuck him only convinced him that it was an honour to be dommed by him. Yes. The wolf's foolish attempt to punish him only served to prove him wrong. When he got free, he would show both him and Apollo just the type of man he was.

As he continued to hype himself up, he adjusted himself in the chair, gasping as it caused the dildo to slam hard into his prostate, nearly overwhelming him. Shuddering, he slumped down, allowing the toy to push even deeper inside. His own cock felt so nice in his ass, his own pre, salty though it was, was delicious. If he had to spend a while here proving how strong he was, he was fine with that. And so what if he faltered? No one was around to see it. With eyes half closed, Dennis tilted his head back and moaned, the tube in his mouth distorting it into a moo. Like a cow, that's what he was, being milked for what he was worth. The flow of precum into his mouth had become steady, dripping down his throat as he sucked it from the hose. His cock twitched more and more inside the nozzle, the pressure massaging his shaft with each pulse. A pressure began to build in his balls, ramping up his sense of lust. It won't be long now, he thought. I wonder how it tastes.

Realising what he had just asked, his eyes widened, just in time to feel himself cum, too distracted to keep resisting. He struggled against the restraints, watching in horror as his milky white seed was torn from his spasming cock and traveled down the hose and into the machine. As it disappeared into the box, his fighting carried on, now with more vigour as he knew what would come next. Muffled shouts escaped him as his stolen cum started up the second hose, inching closer to his muzzle. His head shook and jerked, attempting to push free the hose, but it was all for naught as the fluid reached its destination, pouring into the hyena's mouth despite his efforts. As his own seed began to fill his mouth, his digits flexed and curled, his chest heaving as he clenched his eyes shut. He tried to breathe from his nose, but with all his exertions, it just wasn't enough. Slamming his back into the chair, he did his best to avoid swallowing, but it was simply an uphill battle that he was too tired to win. Resigned to his fate and with his body screaming for oxygen, he gulped it down, feeling it slide down his throat as the milked cow drank the fruits of its labour.

Panting through the muzzle, he worked to clear his mouth of the remainder of his shameful release, trying his best to avoid tasting it, though such a desire was fleeting as a tinge of curiosity overtook him. It was good, sweet even. Never in his life had he ever tested it but now it made sense why some people would clamber for a taste. Laying back, he wanted to rest, but with no one to turn off the machines, he was stuck. Little traces of cum wormed into his mouth and he swallowed it with ease, either too defeated or too tempted to resist.

Dennis' head fell forward as his eyes met his reflection, the pitiful creature sat across from him. Below him, he spotted the toy pumping against his tail hole, a numb feeling as he got used to the rhythm. Hiding his manhood was the damn hose, relentless in its need to suck him dry. Looking at him with a downturned head was himself, the muzzle pressed hard against his face and secured. In his eyes, he saw an exhausted, pathetic creature, fur a mess and body used for nothing more than the pleasure of another. He was Dennis Adler, but what did that mean anymore? Dennis Adler was a slave to this sexual torment, begging for it to stop while wanting more. Was he truly a man or was he just like the thing fucking him in the ass, nothing more than a toy to be used? Staring at his exposed nipples, he craved for them to be played with once more, moaning at the thought. He missed the wolf's words as he explored his form, helpless to stop him. He only wished he said the words that Dennis wanted him to. I'm a dirty slut. I need to be punished. Closing his eyes, he moaned as his cock grew stiff once more, ready to produce. Was it even his anymore? His mind went back to what the wolf said to him the first night as his girthy manhood stole from him what he could never regain. "Your body is mine, your cock is mine, you are mine." Was that just the ranting of a lustful man deep inside him ready to burst, or was it genuine? Regardless, one thing was clear, Fenrir was holding back, and that pissed him off.

Hearing the door creak open, he was snapped from his thoughts as he watched the devil himself enter, the wolf approaching him, wearing that same tiring smirk. "Well well, how did my little pet do?" He mockingly asked as he shut off the two machines and removed the muzzle. "How did it taste?"

"I'm not your pet?"

"Oh, is that disobedience I'm hearing?"

"No, it's a statement of fact. You say I'm a pet but you've hardly broken me in. You fucked me once and are too chicken shit to do it again. What kind of a man are you? Pathetic."

"Hmm...," Fenrir thought, tapping his chin. "I suppose you're right. I was trying to be nice and-"

"You kidnapped me, tortured me, fucked me, and continued to torture me. You don't get to be nice!"

"You have me there. I did do those things, but I didn't do that for me."

"Right... you did it for me... and your 'client'."

"Indeed. But if you're so adamant that I 'break you in', then I just might if it teaches you respect. But first, about your disobedience problems...."

Fenrir lifted something from the cart, something Dennis immediately recognised as a vibrator. Walking up to him, he turned it on, the droning buzz filling his ears, before sliding it underneath the hyena's testicles and right near his ass, the vibrations instantly stimulating. Pulling the hood from earlier from his belt, he forced it over his head, all the attachments removed. With most of his face obscured by the black leather, the wolf returned the muzzle to his mouth, strapping in on, and powering up the milking machine and starting up the dildo. Still not content, he pulled out the battery and placed it down, connecting the clamps and pads to his nipples and balls and setting it to a low shock. Wincing from the jolts, Dennis observed his reflection, his body further objectified for the sole purpose of pleasure, not like he minded all that much.

The wolf moved behind him, resting his hands on the back of the chair and whispered into his ear. "You know what I see right now? A naughty little boy who will be quivering by the end, pleading for more, more, more. Give me five more orgasms and we can call it tonight. You'll need your rest because tomorrow, I will break you."

Too hopped up on the various stimuli toying with his lust to think straight, the hyena struggled to understand the meaning of his words, focused instead on the taste of salt as he leaked into his mouth once again. The last thing he saw was the blindfold beginning to clip onto the hood, robbing him of his sight as he had no choice but to reap the consequences of what he had talked himself into.