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Edwin again found himself in the impressively sized study, waiting for his "appointment" with Master Mason -- the boar that he had originally chosen to be his Master, before his voiced opinion was turned against for someone's cruel amusement. Dressed in a light-blue sundress picked out by Daddy earlier in the day, the wolf sat on the very same couch that he had been fucked on just yesterday by Doctor Stone. The slave tried not to think about the many, many pictures that the rhino had taken while he had been made to energetically ride the Doctor's huge cock.

Instead, missy tried to distract himself by looking at Bitch, the bunny formerly known as Master Tom. The slave had fallen so far that he was no longer allowed to even sit on furniture, instead sitting on the carpet in the center of room, held in place by a leash attached to a thick metallic ring around his now hairless balls. The end of that leash was held by the rabbit's new master: Feral, the massive black wolf-dog who as loyal as he was horny. Which is to say, very loyal. As long as you weren't a slave, that is. But Feral's dependability only served to work against Bitch, who Master Daon had given to the dog as his very own subservient pet. A fact that the unlikely 'Master' was sure to take full advantage of, given his overactive libido. As if to prove this point as truth, as Edwin watched as Feral dropped the leash from his muzzle, only to redirect his attention to the bunny's easily accessible sack, where he began enthusiastically licking the pet's nuts while his own erection peeked out from the entrance to his sheath.

Missy couldn't help but feel his own arousal rise at the sight. Not that the wolf could do anything to sate his ever mounting need, since his cock had been made completely inaccessible by the vile chastity device Daddy and the Doctor had recently placed on him. Thinking on it, the young teenager realized the bothersome fact that the belt was the only reason he wasn't jerking off to the one-sided display of affection occuring in front of him. It bothered him even more that he found himself wanting to see the action between the dog and bunny escalate even further.

Edwin surprised himself by suddenly saying "Bitch, return the favor. You know... show Feral's balls some respect." Momentarily taken aback by the unexpected words from the person who had so recently under his control, Bitch could only shake his head 'no' with a wide-eyed expression as his balls were molested with long swipes of the dog's tongue. "'No' isn't an option for you anymore. Not even to me. Now get to work before I reconsider and start taking some serious and well earned revenge out on you." Not knowing how to react for a moment, the rabbit eventually responded by gesturing with his mitted hands towards his own mouth.

Putting the pieces together, Edwin figured out that Bitch was trying to say that he couldn't do as the wolf was asking because he still had a batch of Feral's cum held in his mouth. It had well over an hour since the bunny went down on the wolf-dog's length, but apparently in all that time Daddy hadn't yet made time to check on whether the newly enslaved pet had followed his uncompromising orders: to keep a mouthful of Feral's jism ready to show for when Master Daon asked for proof that the slave had been following the bear's command to start getting familiar with the taste of the dog's load.

Suppressing the vague sense of guilt at what he was doing, Edwin feigned ignorance. "You can do it voluntarily or I can order Feral to fuck your face so hard he leaves bruises at the back of your throat. I don't want to hurt you, but you're kidding yourself if you think you're too good to go down on a dog. You had no problem ordering me to do basically the same thing, remember?" Cringing at the wolf's words, Bitch begrudgingly laid on his back and placed his head between the crouching dog's legs. Noticing that he couldn't see any of the action from this angle and that the bunny was most likely taking advantage to only pretend he was following the wolf's instructions, Edwin ordered "Feral, lay down." Immediately the black wolf-dog flopped onto his back, legs spread with all four paws in the air, with even more of his cock poking out of his sheathe. "There you go, Bitch. That should make it easier on you."

Turning around to prop himself up on his lower arms, the slave started taking tentative licks, tongue poking out between lips that were tightly held together. While Tom was certainly not enjoying letting his tongue marinate in a mouthful of dog cum, he knew that a week's worth of forced service at the gloryhole would be far worse. Unfortunately for him, as determined as the bunny was to avoid that fate, Edwin was even more determined that if someone had to shoulder that particular burden, it was going to be the much more deserving former Master. "That's pitiful. I want to see you practically attacking his sack with your lips and tongue. Take them into your mouth. Kiss them. Make your Master feel special. Do a good job and I'll have him give you a rimjob before I let you blow him. I bet his tongue feels fantastic -- even better than my own. Come on, you know you want to find out." Understanding that he was tricking Bitch into thinking he'd get another chance to fill-up his mouth with a new load before Daddy checked on him, Edwin asked himself 'When did I become this devious? Is this place really changing me so much?'

Taking the bait hook, line, and sinker, the wolf noticed the subtle swallowing motion of the bunny's throat as the rabbit allowed himself to finally gulp the dog's cream down, unknowingly guaranteeing that he'd be drinking a great deal more cum over the days to come. The sudden intense feeling of remorse that overcame Edwin was quickly overcome by lust as he watched the slave go to town on the dog's sack. At first the wolf couldn't understand why Bitch was treating the nuts like they were the most delicious treat in the world. Then suddenly it came to him. 'Wow, I must have really pushed the right buttons with that rimming comment. I hope I can get Feral to actually deliver on that. It's the least I can do for him.'

Over the next several minutes Edwin watched as Bitch practically made out with the testicals, which had quickly brought Feral to his full eight and three quarter inches -- the oddly precise measurement having been previously provided by Tom himself. As for Feral himself, the animal was clearly in dog heaven: eyes almost entirely closed, panting hard with tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, and large cock leaking precum over his stomach. Not knowing how much time the three of them had left before Master Mason or someone else showed up, Edwin felt compelled to move things along.

"Okay Bitch, that's enough. Get on all fours, with your ass in the air." The wolf was going to say more, but before he could get another word out he realized that in a flash the rabbit had already gotten himself in position, the shame of being so submissive clearly unimportant to the slave over the prospect of getting his ass expertly licked out by a tongue as long and muscular as Feral's. "Ready for your treat? Well, first you need to let Feral know you understand who owns your ass. Slap your ass checks a few times with your mitted hand, loud enough that your Master knows what you mean."

Moving to comply, Bitch only had time enough to get three swats in before the dog got the message: The ass presented in front of him was open for business. Leaping on his pet's back, Feral had over half his cock buried in Tom's ass before either slave had a chance to react. Edwin was sure that Tom would have yelled from the brutal intrusion if he'd been able to. Instead the rabbit could only silently take the uncomfortably thick length that was pounding into him so unmercifully. Objecting or voicing opinions were things that Doctor Stone had relieved him off during the surgery.

Temporarily stunned by Feral's unexpected claiming of his Bitch's ass, Edwin could only stammer "Oh... err, I'm sorry Master Tom! I mean, Bitch. I didn't know that was a gesture he'd been trained for." He finished somewhat lamely with a "Sorry, dude."

Just then, the door to the study opened as Master Mason let himself in. Quickly taking in the scene in front of him, the boar closed the door behind before standing in front of Bitch, whose face was now inches away from the Master's polished -- and very expensive -- shoes. Craning his neck to look up, the man once known as Tom tried to cry out for help to the man impassively standing above him, despite knowing he wouldn't be able to form actual words.

"Save you breathe, Bitch. I've been informed of your change in status and must admit to being deeply disappointed in you. I had such high hopes for your potential -- going so far as to even recommend you to Mr. Daon for employment. But, I suppose I only have myself to blame. If I had been more observant I would have been able to see you for what you were then as clearly as I see you now -- a worthless slut. While you are taking that animal's cock so adeptly as to make me think you must have been born for this, you may kiss the tip of my shoe in apology to me. You have three seconds to do so before I convince Daon to turn your cock into a cunt for Feral to fuck."

Too alarmed at the thought to attempt to delay or argue, Bitch repeatedly kissed the Master's shoes with the same lips that just moments ago had been kissing Feral's balls. Just days before people had listened carefully to the words that came out of his mouth . Now all his lips were good for was demonstrating his obedience to those who had once been his peers.

Ignoring Bitch's display of fealty as if it were a given and entirely uninteresting, Master Mason looked over to missy, sizing her up. "I have two shoes, whore. Why is one of them unattended to?" With a start, the wolf's training kicked in as he practically threw himself across the room to the boar's feet, hoping to appease the intimidating Master. Taking on a grim smile, Master Mason allowed himself a full minute to enjoy the view of two once proud men humbling themselves beneath him.

"Enough, mutts. I don't need two dog's slobber all over my shoes. You can show how grateful you are for my attention later, Bitch. As for you, wolf, I want your balls in the palm of my hand in the next ten seconds or I can guarantee you that you'll never cum again, no matter what your Daddy says."

Seeing the Master's upturned hand held casually at crotch level, Edwin stood up as quickly as he could while pulling up his sundress and pulling down his panties. Within moments missy stood practically on top of the boar while his nuts rested in the Master's hand. A hand that was soon squeezing the sack, testing their firmness. "When was the last time you came, slut?"

"Sir, when you jerked me off, sir."

"Save your 'sir's for your Daddy, slut. You will refer to me as Master. Understood?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Now, what's this nonsense about you being allowed to cum tonight. Didn't I tell you just a few days ago that your last orgasm belonged to me? Have you forgotten so quickly? And yet you think it's permissible to take that special moment away from me by cumming again. Well? Answer me, slut."

"Master, please! I'm so desperate, and it's only been a few days, as you've said. If I spend the next months getting teased while not getting release, I'll either go crazy or I'll end up begging Daddy to castrate me!"

"And? That's painfully obvious, slave. The entire point was that you were forever going to look back longingly on how good my hand made you feel, when you spewed your juice for the last time. I would look fondly back on that moment for the rest of my life, knowing you were suffering in intense need and humiliation somewhere in the world. I was even going to hold you up as an example to my two slaves as they competed in a month long series of contests to see which one would become the alpha slave and which one would become a permanently chastised slut, like you. And now you're trying to wreck my plans with your unacceptable selfishness, as if you thought yourself to be a free man."

"Master! Please! I can't... I just, can't... I need..."

"I can see that the Institute failed spectacularly in getting across to you how unimportant your 'needs' and 'feelings' are. Let me be clear on this point: You will only be allowed to cum if it pleases your Masters. If you harbor even the smallest, distant hope of getting your cock off again, you'll commit yourself to a life of self-sacrifice where being permitted to shoot your slave jism is never expected, but only an ever-sought-for gift."

Feeling desperate enough to argue back, Edwin said "Master, I don't mean to contradict to you, but Daddy said I could come once a month, if I was a good girl."

"And did I give you permission, slut? I was the one to receive your last orgasm. And now you are trying to steal that away from me. What do you propose to offer me in return for your theft?"

"I'm... I don't know Master. I have no possessions to trade you. I'm sorry, Master."

"That's not true, slave. You already know what I want. I told you when we first met. Think hard."

Frantically searching his memory for what the boar might be referring to, it took Edwin several seconds to put together what the Master wanted. "My humiliation, Master?" Hearing that, Mason only offered missy a victorious smile. "But what else can there be, Master!? Surely I can't fall much further..."

"If that's true, missy, then you have nothing to fear from me. All I ask is that you do as I say. Bend to my will each month, and I can promise you an orgasm. This shouldn't worry you too much -- after all, it's the same offer I made you during our interview. Don't you recall selecting me as your first choice? Getting to cum is the carrot, which will be offered up once every thirty days if you agree to and abide by my terms. Don't worry about your Daddy -- I'll get him to understand how this benefits everyone. But you must tell him this is what you want. Tell him how glad you are that he allowed you to speak with me, and that you're even more determined to be his loving little girl."

Edwin again felt trapped by circumstances. By agreeing to this he was essentially giving the boar carte blanche to do whatever the Master wanted to him. And missy only had to look at Bitch to realize that a person could indeed reach a new low. Even now the bunny was taking it up the ass by his animal Master -- an act sure to be repeated countless times over the years to come. But at the same time, didn't his Masters' already have the ability to this to him, whether he gave his permission or not? Another way of looking at this was getting to cum versus not getting to cum. Either way, free people would do whatever they wanted to him. But then again, didn't Daddy promise him he'd get to cum, and that the bear was a man of his word? If only he had more time to think! If only these people were reasonable! If only...

"Well, slave? I grow impatient. Is spraying your seed important to you or isn't it? I will have your answer. Now."

Desperate and conflicted, the young wolf felt there wasn't much of a choice here -- exactly as the boar had intended, he was sure."... Yes, Master. I'll tell Daddy how good I'll be, and that I'm glad we got to speak."

"Excellent. Now, I'll graciously permit you to finish the blowjob we started the day we first met." Taking a seat on the couch, the boar made himself comfortable as he enjoyed watching Bitch get bred like a dog in heat. Seeing that Master Mason was making no motion to take his own cock out, Edwin realized that the duty fell to him to take the initiative in pleasing the strong-willed Master. Unzipping the dominant's pants, missy reached in and gently pulled out the already firm eight inch cock from the boar's pants. Taking it into his mouth, the wolf did the best job he knew how to do, hoping that a well-pleased Master would be more lenient and less cruel.

"I already got off once today using my slaves before I came over, so don't be afraid to really work it over. Speaking of my slaves, I think I'm going to go ahead with my previous plan for them. Did I mention they are brothers? Identical twin panthers, as a matter of fact. They were just eighteen when I got them, but turned twenty-one last week. Old enough to drink. If they were free, that is. Of course, that's not to say that I didn't let them imbibe on their birthday. I let each fill up a Champaign glass with their piss, had them trade glasses, make a toast to the privilege of serving me, and then ordered them to drink until the glasses were empty, naturally. Though, you shouldn't feel too bad for them. They are both very use to it by this point in their life. I'm almost of the opinion that it wasn't worth doing considering how jaded they are in that regard. Over the last three years they've become intimately familiar with every aspect of each other's body. Not that I gave them much choice in the matter. They aren't allowed to grant themselves release or even to touch their own penises. And I certainly won't do it for them. At least, not since I first got them. Instead, they've had to rely on each other to get off. All loads must either be shot in a mouth to be ingested, or an ass to be licked out the by the same brother that deposited it there. In my own modest opinion the system has worked out very well. The two panthers seem entirely comfortable with each other now. I assure you, that wasn't the case when I first got them. One of the brothers was a complete virgin, and very resistant to the idea that it would be his sibling who would be introducing him to all aspects of sex, and that his brother would also assume the role of his primary sexual partner from that point forward. But over time their unique circumstances has made them closer than most married couples, so it will be interesting to slowly drive them apart over the next few months -- without them actually being able to leave or get away from each other, of course. I wonder, will they start denying each other sexual release in a self-perpetuating cycle of vindictiveness? I find myself very much looking forward to explaining the changes I'll be implementing in their relationship to them. One will become the brother-wife -- never to cum again and no longer able to deny his sibling's amorous advances anymore. And I'll be very clear up front that the brother-wife will never be castrated. He'll be forced to live the rest of his days perpetually needy without even the hope of losing his balls to end the craving. As for the brother-husband, he'll still be prohibited from self pleasure, so he'll have to look to his brother-wife for fulfillment. The tension and resentment that should foster will be delicious. In addition, the brother-husband will be allowed to punish his brother-wife as he sees fit -- within reason, of course. This will come into play when I start giving nauseating or unfair orders to the pair, which I will them know that I have no preference regarding which of the two of them performs the task. Both or either, it makes no difference to me. I imagine that initially the brother-husband will insist they split the tasks as evenly as possible. But as their old bond breaks and this new bond takes its place, I'd bet good money that more and more the brother-wife will start to get the short-end of the stick. And when he protests to his brother at how unfair this new arrangement is, and refuses to do what his brother-husband asks of him, I'll get to witness the first voluntary punishment ever inflicted by one brother to the other. From that day on, the truly unlucky brother-wife will have two Masters that he must keep satisfied. Now all I need to do is decide how much of this I'll tell them in advance, before the contest starts. It will need to be enough so that they both understand how important it is to their future happiness to be the one who comes out on top."

During the entire very-creepy monologue that was being delivered by the boar, Edwin had continued his frantic blowjob. Never before had he been so desperate to stay on a Master's good side. Mason on the other hand seemed almost entirely disinterested in the admittedly vanilla oral attention he was receiving from missy, instead choosing to focus his attention on the once free man that he had brought low on a whim.

Master Mason could even remember the specific moment a few days ago when he had decided to destroy the rabbit's life, as the trainer knew it. He'd been eating at a fine restaurant when he had accidently chipped on a tooth on the silverware. Embarrassed and angry, the self-important Master decided to make himself feel better by taking out his frustrations on a fool who had stuck in his mind from some time previous. The idiot had accidently spilled a glass of wine on him at one of the Organization's private functions, a social gathering that had occurred over a year ago. Too inebriated to think properly, the trainer had attempted to blame Mason for bumping into him! Entirely inexcusable. So, many months later Mason felt as if he had done the world a favor, ensuring that the incompetent rabbit was now completely removed from any social status that would ever invite the man to potentially make that same false assumption: that he was equal to the boar in any manner.

As he watched Feral's valiant efforts to impregnate his Bitch, Mason couldn't help but feel that the world was just a bit more in balance than before he'd influenced events. He especially liked Tom's new tattoo. Now the everyone would know what the bunny was the moment they saw him, rather than having to risk being surprised or inconvenienced by the slave's stupidity.

Looking down at wolf going down on him, Master Mason said "You're doing a horrendous job. I'm nowhere near cumming and you're not even trying to deepthroat me. I should at the very least hear your gags as you attempt to take me to the root. What that tells me is you value your comfort more than mine. Well, in that case you might as well leave. Go tell your Daddy what we agreed upon. I'll stay here with Bitch and help him understand the difference between good breeding and getting bred. Run along, little girl."

Embarrassed and very self-conscious that she was being sent away for failing to be able to help the boar get off, missy left the room in search of her Daddy.

Standing up, Mason made his way towards the bunny. "I hear they removed all your teeth and inserted air tubes down into your lungs, Bitch. Let's show missy how deepthroating is done, shall we?"

---

Master Daon sat in his office at his desk going over the paperwork that he had been piling up since he allowed himself to get distracted with missy. But what a lovely distraction she had turned out to be.

The bear had been working to address his various business affairs for a little over two hours when he heard a gentle knock on the office door. Interruptions were simply a part of life for a man who had to make as many decisions as he did, so with practiced ease he yelled back his command of "Enter."

Surprisingly, and pleasingly, it wasn't one of his secretaries or employees, but rather missy who shyly entered the room, closing the door behind her. "Hello darling. Finished with your meeting with Mason so soon?" Practically blushing, she gave a quick nod in reply. "Ahh. Well? How did it go?"

"Very well, Daddy. Thank you for letting me speak with him. I want to be a good girl for you, and he said he'd help me." Edwin wasn't sure how much of that statement was truth and how much was lie. His time on the estate was blurring lines that had once been so clear to him. "May I... come over?"

"Of course, sweetie. Come, sit on Daddy's lap." Moving across the modestly sized office in her blue sundress, missy navigated around the desk before letting herself take a seat on the bear's legs. Predictably, the wolf felt the hard and growing presence of Master Daon's erection under her ass, the length still contained between the layers of fabric. Over the last few days, Edwin had come to realize that channeling the bear's intense desire's was the only way he'd be able to accomplish his own somewhat base goal -- releasing days' of pent of sexual frustration. Was it fair that, in comparison, Daddy was going to get to cum dozens of times for every single orgasm missy herself was permitted? Of course not. But labeling something as fair or not fair didn't change the reality she found herself in. And occasionally getting to get off versus never getting to shoot again was a painfully easy decision, she had to admit.

Still blushing slightly, Edwin realized that the Master was waiting to see what the slave would do. Being the sole focus of such intense scrutiny made the slave want to excuse herself. But she resisted the urge to backpedal. Missy knew what she had to do.

Maneuvering herself so that they were chest to chest with her legs underneath the chair's armrests, missy reached up with both arms to pull the giant bear's head into a kiss. Clearly thrilled at his pet's initiative, Daddy wrapped his arms around her as well, pulling her deeper into a passionate kiss. As their tongues wetly fought for territory inside each other's mouth, both achieved their full erections -- the bear's wrapped in fabric while the wolf's was imprisoned in lightweight but extremely durable plastic and other synthetic materials.

After a few minutes making out, missy pulled her back from the dominant's mouth and said "Daddy, I'm sorry I interrupted your work. I'd like to crawl under the desk and make it up to you... if you'd like to continue working your papers?" while looking directly into the bears very excited eyes.

"Oh, I would like that very much, love. It's just that... I have a meeting with some very important people in just a few minutes." From his expression, missy could tell that Master Daon hated having to choose between business and pleasure -- especially when he was already so worked up.

Sliding between the bear's thick legs and under partially under the desk, the wolf began rubbing the side of his muzzle up and down the bulge that was attempting to press through the pant fabric. "You take care of your meeting, I'll take care of you, Daddy. It's a girl's duty to take care of her man. I'll be very quiet, I promise. They won't even know I'm here."

Torn between desire and responsibility, the Master felt a combination of ecstasy and intense anxiety as he watched his submissive bring his raging hard-on into the open air before taking it between her lips.

Moments later, Daon heard a light tapping at the door, followed immediately by several suited men granting themselves entrance to the office. Having only a second to react, the bear pushed his chair -- and missy -- as far under the large desk as he could manage in an attempt to hide the lewd (and very pleasurable) act from his business peers.

From his vantage point under the desk, Edwin couldn't see how many men were in the room or what they looked like. Instead, he busied himself with the task in front of him -- keeping Daddy's cock as close to the edge of cumming as he could without actually bringing the Master to climax. If the bear could tease him, then Edwin could return the favor.

But the wolf was so intent on pleasing/torturing the bear that he almost missed what one of the men in the room said.

"This meeting is to discuss the more granular details behind the east-end land and zoning contract, and its associated negotiations. It shouldn't take longer than a couple hours, after which we can all grab a late lunch."

The words themselves didn't mean much to Edwin, but the voice that said them meant everything. It was his father's.

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