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Another 'Three Masters' chapter, from the devious minds of Teiran and BlackFire! Thanks for reading.

Written by: Teiran Story by: Teiran and Blackfire Editing assistance by: saintajax33

Edwin sat on the little bench that had been made for him, watching as the manor's front door closed behind the bear who owned him, still dazed by what had just happened.

He had kissed Daddy and felt... Edwin wasn't sure what he'd felt. More than he had expected too. The nineteen year old wolf didn't have more than a few moments to think about it though before he felt the eyes of the men who surrounded him. The wolf looked around the room, fear and humiliation growing as he realized how many of the house staff were looking at him. He felt horribly exposed, wearing nothing but a skimpy tshirt, wet panties, and the pink collar that marked him as a slave. How many people had just watched him give Daddy a 'goodbye kiss'? Panic began to grip his chest, as the servants of the manor looked at each other expectantly. Some were rubbing their bulging pants, while others made eye contact with each other and then jerked their heads towards the wolf, each daring the other man to go first.

But the impending forced group session was cut short when Bishop sauntered over to the teenage wolf with a casual air and put his arm around Missy's shoulder. "Why don't we go get you dressed, Missy," the tiger purred and gestured towards the stairs which led to the second floor and back to Missy's pink and frilly room. Edwin got up and followed him, relieved to be pulled away. With Daddy gone and the show he'd been providing the servants over, the crowd of men in the main hall dispersed quickly, back to the various tasks assigned to them for the daily upkeep of the manor.

That left Edwin alone with Bishop and his thoughts, and the tiger did nothing to interrupt the young wolf's thinking as they walked. Soon Edwin's shoulders were shaking as the conflicting emotions and embarrassment of his 'goodbye kiss' with Daddy washed over him.

The wolf wasn't sure what to think about what had happened. Daddy looked and acted like he was in love. But he was Edwin's kidnapper, his slave master. Daon owned the wolf, and as much as that thought still frightened and revolted him, Edwin couldn't deny the reality of his situation. He was a slave. he had a collar that said 'Daddy's missy' on for gods sake. He'd been bought to satisfy Daddy's depraved erotic fantasies and nothing more. He was going to be sexually servicing all of those men in the hall, over and over again. And as for the sex itself...

Denial was something Edwin had never handled well. Before he'd been kidnapped, the wolf would never have failed to finish jerking off, especially not when giving somebody a blowjob like that. The Training Center had focused on obedience and learning to pleasure other people and they'd used denial as a motivational tool. Soon after he'd been given to the then Master Tom, the rabbit had forbidden him to masturbate, forcing the wolf to go begging to the other Trainers in order to get off. The men who worked at the facility didn't care about his pleasure though, and Edwin had to debase himself in front of a dozen men before one of them gave into his begging, and the hyena who said yes had made sure that when Edwin did cum, he bitterly regretted asking. Over his protests and yelps, the hyena had milked him mercilessly for an hour afterward, but after only a few days of teasing and servicing others without getting relief from Master Tom, he'd gone back to the spotted, grinning trainer, knowing that the man would actually jerk him off to completion while they fucked. Even if Edwin hated what the hyena did afterwards.

Now, after being chaste with one exception for over three weeks, the wolf was on the edge of exploding. Being brought to the point of cumming twice in one morning and then stopping had been torture, and he could still feel his balls aching.

'They're going to do that a lot from now on... at least as long as I can keep them. As long as he allows me to keep them...,' the wolf thought, his churning emotions and the buzzing butt plug under his tail making his eyes water as the tiger led him back to his room. Not that the lacey, pink prison was actually his. Not with those cameras. Not with that glory hole.

Edwin shuddered as he thought of the hole in his wall. After that show in the main hall, he probably had a line of men waiting to be serviced. Bishop's grin promised as much as he stopped by Missy's door. "I'll wait for you out here till you're done changing, but don't take too long. I don't want our little date to be cut short because you took too long primping, gorgeous," the tiger said as he opened the door.

Edwin's head tilted in confusion at the word 'date', and so he wasn't expecting the slap on the ass. He jumped at the touch, and the tiger's paw pushed against the butt plug still buzzing inside him, jolting it painfully. Edwin stumbled as he was pushed inside his room and had to grab the wall for support, the tiger shutting the door behind him from the outside with a laugh that made the wolf's face flush.

Edwin flattened his ears, reached back, and turned the buzzing butt plug off. The sudden dullness, the lack of sensation, felt amazing. He'd had the vibrating toy in his anus for over two hours now, and his ass had become numb and sore from the constant vibration. He pulled it out slowly, eyes shut as the knot keeping it in place spread his numbed hole, and Edwin let out a ragged sigh of relief once it was free. His ass felt... empty without the toy, and the wolf clenched tail hole, trying to dispel the feeling. When the sensation passed, Edwin straightened up to go change, and froze in surprise.

Tom was on his hands and knees, struggling like mad in front of the glory hole. The rabbit's head was being jerked forward roughly by whoever was on the other side of the wall. Whoever they were, they had a firm grip on the Full Control strap and were forcing the rabbit's white muzzle up and down rapidly onto their hard dick. The rabbit's teary eyes were wild as he struggled against the control strap, but he didn't have enough leverage to resist the rough face fucking. Edwin's eyes flicked automatically to the lights alongside the glory hole. The 'No Hands' light was on, as was the 'Full Service' light.

Edwin watched, dumbfounded, until he remember what Daddy had said. 'Oh, right... Bitch is doing my 'chores' this week,' he thought as the man on the other side of the wall gave several rough thrusts and groaned out his climax, pulling Tom in close to cum down his throat. A part of Edwin's brain calmly noted that, because the former trainer's muzzle was shorter than his own, the custom tailored full control strap didn't fit him quite right. When pulled fully forward like that, Edwin's nose would have pressed against the pubic fur of whoever he'd been sucking off. Bitch had about an inch or two of space between him and the other man's nuts, which left the rabbit with enough room to struggle and fight once the control strap was pulled all the way forward.

Bitch was doing just that now. The rabbit was struggling and fighting as hard as he could to get his mouth off the man's dick, but to no avail. The slave's frantic fighting made the blowjob much harder to watch. The former Trainer's humiliation and distress was palpable despite his silence, his face flushed a scarlet so deep it was tinting his white fur pink. Tears ran down Bitch's face as the man came in his mouth, and then after a long minute of fighting to get free, the rabbit swallowed the load in his mouth because he had no other choice. The whole time, the only sound he made, the only sound Tom could make, was a haggard breathing in and out through his nose. It wasn't even enough noise to drown out the faint sound of the rabbit's chastity cage as it unsympathetically jerked him off.

Edwin inched nearer to the rabbit, horrible fascination making him look closer. 'I would be screaming, even though I couldn't fight back,' the wolf thought in a detached way. 'I did last time I had to do that for someone. And because he doesn't have teeth, no one has to use the ring gag.' Edwin was still in shock at seeing this from the outside. It was... arousing? The wolf wasn't sure he would think that seeing someone be forced to give a blowjob they so clearly didn't want to give would excite him if he wasn't already on such a hair trigger from his forced chastity, but his panties were getting tight again anyway.

The wolf winced as the rabbit's scrambling became absolutely panicked, legs kicking out behind him and his neck twisting as the control strap held his head in place. Edwin could hear the telltale, though muffled, sound of a man peeing. A sharp scent tickled the wolf's nose, and Edwin realized that the man getting full service was a feline that he had serviced before. Edwin was pretty sure the servant was a cougar, and the fact that he could identify the male feline as a repeat customer by scent alone made the wolf blush horribly. His dick, hidden at the moment inside Bitch's muzzle, didn't have real barbs and was of average length and girth, but he came and pissed, like a race horse. Edwin looked more closely, and what he could see through the glory hole matched his memory of the man's dick. The tawny fur of the man's now drained balls rubbed against bitch's lips as he unloaded directly into rabbit's muzzle without a word. Bitch gagged and shook as he was forced to choose. Let the urine spray everywhere, inviting certain and terrible punishment, swallow, or drown in the cat's piss. The rabbit chose to swallow, but some of the man's still dribbled onto the carpet underneath Bitch when the feline pulled out. Edwin wondered if the rabbit would get into trouble for that. He hadn't, but then he was Daddy's favorite.

There was a gentle tapping on the door, and Bishop called, "How's it going, gorgeous?"

"Just a few more minutes!" Edwin called back, his ears flattening against his head as he stomped away from the door and glory hole and around the corner into the bathroom. Bitch didn't even seem to notice him as he walked by, he was too busy dealing with the next cock in line. Edwin wasn't surprised. The mournful rabbit looked like he was in his own personal hell.

The wolf didn't want to think about how technically, the rabbit was in Edwin's personal hell, and that Tom had helped arrange it for him.

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In the bathroom, Daddy had carefully arranged an entire outfit for him to wear. A dress was draped over the makeup chair. It was a soft purple, made from a velvety fabric, and had only a pair of shoulder straps to keep it up. On the chair set was a pair of pumps with short heels that matched the dress, sitting beside a pair of lavender stockings with lacy garters. A fresh pair of panties and a padded bra completed the outfit. Everything was the same shade of purple as the dress, except for the panties, which were light lavender, and the white lace on the garters.Sitting on the counter beside the clothing was a small black box with a tag that said, "Open Me" on it.

Edwin's stomach do a flip. He'd seen this same box before, left as a 'gift' for him by Daddy in his closet. He flipped it open and looked inside with trepidation, finding a small series of pictures and a bottle of perfume. The first picture was a close up shot of Daddy's pride in profile, the broad tip of which was just touching the opening of a see-through fleshlight. The second picture had been taken a moment later, as the silicone lips of the fake pussy were being strained by the bear's huge cock, and it was clear as day that the toy was too small for Daon's pride. The third picture was practically painful to look at, as the bear crammed his oversized cock into the straining silicone toy. In the fourth snapshot, the fleshlight had actually split as the bear's dick slid into it, ruining the toy. At the bottom of that picture a caption read, "Unlike that toy, you were made for me Missy. You took my Pride so well last night, I got you a present. Inside is my favorite perfume. Wear it for me tonight, with love. - Daddy"

The wolf stared at the pictures, a shiver running down his spine, his dick hard as a rock. He could still feel the first time that Daddy had taken him, the bear's bulk holding him down, his muzzle pressed to Edwin's in a rough kiss, as the bear's massive Pride plowed relentlessly into his 'cunt', as his Master called it. The memory of that first full thrust was so bright and painful that it actually made the wolf's knees weak as he thought about it. It had felt like his ass would end up like the fleshlight. If the bear had gone too fast or refused to use more lube it might well have! But instead it had just hurt like hell, until it turned to a burning pleasure that left him feeling hollowed out and hornier than ever. Since he he'd been locked up in his first chastity cage, he hadn't even been allowed to get hard as Daddy fucked him for the first time, much less cum. Edwin's balls had ached just like his ass all night long after the bear came in his mouth.

Not wanting to focus on that, Edwin picked up the perfume bottle and frowned. He couldn't read the label. It looked French, and very expensive. Edwin carefully spritzed the perfume away from his body, and then sniffed the fragrance. It was woman's perfume of course, and a mix of lavender and jasmine. The scent was light and airy, but so strong that it was almost overpowering to his canine sense of smell. Daddy probably wouldn't notice it as much; the bear's nose couldn't be as sensitive as his own. Edwin remembered how his own mother had barely ever worn scent before she passed because it bothered his father's nose.

That thought brought a flood of emotion that threatened to drown Edwin. He felt the despair of being torn away from his family, like icy waters rising up all around him. The feeling threatened to rise above his head, but a cold, angry part of him burned somewhere deep down. His family was in as much danger as he was. Based on what he'd heard earlier, Mason was set on humiliating and ruining his father...

Edwin closed his eyes and pushed all of those thoughts down and away from him. He didn't have time to think about this now. He had to get dressed. He didn't want to spray the perfume on himself, it would ruin his nose for the whole day, but he had to wear it or it would upset Daddy. So instead he very carefully took the top off and, using only the smallest amount, dabbed it behind his ears and under the back of his collar.

Then he got changed. The pink t-shirt he'd been wearing went into the hamper, followed by the red silk panties. Those were probably ruined now. Between the butt plug, the blowjobs, and the lusty stares of the servants, the red silk at the front was soaked with pre cum and the back with lube. That left Edwin naked except for the pink leather collar around his throat, which he touched hesitantly. Taking that off wasn't an option, even when he was alone.

The wolf's fingers left the collar and trailed over his cock, which had gotten hard again when he slid the underwear off. He could jerk off now, couldn't he? There was no one in here to see him do it. He could rub one out quickly in the shower, just to take the edge off and...

Edwin froze when the lights in the bathroom flashed, and there was a scrambling sound from the bedroom. Tom had another customer. There wasn't much noise, just a soft wet sound of lips meeting cock. The wolf shuddered and pulled his hand away from his dick. He couldn't risk it. Cameras might have been installed in the bathroom by now, and if Daddy, or worse Mason, saw him jerking off on the tape...

Edwin shook his head and put the fresh panties on, whimpering a little as he tucked his hard cock into the lavender silk. The woman's underwear was so tight they almost felt like the first chastity device Daddy had put on him. At least he didn't have anything shoved in his ass now. The stockings however, they were humiliating. They made him look like a whore. "Daddy did pay a lot for me," the wolf muttered, dreading what came next.

Ears flat, the wolf fumbled about putting on the bra. The padding gave the illusion of him having small, round breasts. Edwin tried to adjust the bra to be comfortable, but it was no use. Having it bound around his chest felt wrong, even if the silk was soft on his fur. Just like his collar, it would be a constant reminder of his new life as a slave. Blushing from shame, he pulled the purple dress on over his head, and while it fit, it did not do so well. It had been made for a woman after all, and in all the places where it expected him to curve he was merely flat, even with the padding of his bra. Edwin stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't look like a woman; he looked like a boy in a dress. He smelled like a man wearing women's perfume. He looked like a sissy faggot trying to please a kinky straight man. Edwin turned away, stomping into the bedroom in his short heels, fuming at himself for going along with this so easily.

Edwin stopped as he passed Tom, who was in the middle of fellating what looked like a bull's dick. Once again, as he watched the rabbit giving head, the wolf felt his panties growing tight around his cock. For a moment, Tom looked up and saw Feral's pet, red eyes filled with tears. Edwin could see how the cum coated his face in a stick sheen. The copious seed was runny now and had dripped into Bitch's eyes, something that the wolf knew hurt like hell.

'Good, he deserves it,' the wolf thought viciously.

Then the young wolf's tail drooped as he realized what he'd just thought. His stomach felt like a pit had opened up inside him. He was doing what his Masters did, taking pleasure in someone's pain. The young wolf clenched his jaw, narrowed his eyes, and went back to the bathroom. He returned with a damp rag and very carefully, making sure not to interrupt the blowjob the rabbit was giving, Edwin cleaned Tom's face and washed out his eyes.

The look on the rabbit's face was heartbreaking. He wept openly now, but not from pain as the wolf washed the cum from his eyes. The two of them looked at each other as Tom was face fucked. They had both lost so much, they were both slaves, but they'd gotten here from such different places. Edwin wondered if it was worse for the rabbit who had been so used to owning other people. Edwin couldn't do anything about the glory hole, about Daddy, about what had been done to the rabbit's body, or even the dick the rabbit was going down on right now, but he'd done what he could. There was an impatient knocking at the door, and Edwin got up and left, leaving Bitch to his fate.

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Once out in the hall, Bishop swept his arm around the shorter wolf again, and led Missy away from the adjoining slave bedrooms.

Instead of heading for the main staircase like the young wolf thought they would, the tiger led him to the back of the manor. They walked in silence at first, moving past rooms and hallways on the second floor that Edwin hadn't been down before. Daddy's manor was huge, and the longer they walked the more anxious Edwin became. They passed a few servants, including a cougar Edwin hadn't ever seen before that leered at him with a big smile on his face. The wolf caught the man's scent (just barely, over his own perfume) as they walked by the cougar. 'That's who Bitch was just sucking off. The entrance to the other side of the glory hole must be around here somewhere,' the wolf thought as he eyed the smirking cat.

There was a gentle tap at the back of Edwin's leg, and the wolf fidgeted with the folds of his dress. He wished Daddy had picked him out a longer dress, the lavender one came down to just above his knees. That meant as the tiger's tail flicked back and forth, it brushed up against the backs of Edwin's legs. Eventually they came to the back of the manor, judging by the fact that there were windows here overlooking some very nice gardens.

"That's my room there, Missy." Bishop said, finally breaking the silence. He pointed at a door facing one of the wider windows. "You're welcome to come and visit, if you need a real man to hold you while your Daddy is away." The tiger smirked at the youth's expression as he led Edwin past the door and back towards the center of the house. "You'll probably have to wait for me for a while though. I'm often out doing things for Mr. Daon."

There was a pause as Bishop stopped in the middle of the hallway and glanced at the wolf's worried face, the towering feline looking down at Edwin in a pointed way. The wolf bit his lower lip for a moment before asking, "Like what, Mr. Bishop?"

"Well I'm in charge of security, you silly girl," the tiger said mockingly, ask if he hadn't just prompted her to ask the question. "I have to go out and interview potential staff. I have to inspect the grounds and the manor, that sort of thing." The muscular tiger stepped closer, looming over Edwin, who took a step backward. The wolf cringed, his face growing hot. Once again, he was struck by how imposingly sexual the tiger was. The swell of muscles under his suit, the way his tail moved, twitching like he was about to pounce. The way his feline face twisted in a knowing grin, and again, there was the expectant gaze, prompting the wolf to speak.

"Is... is that all?" Edwin stammered, totally unsure what he should say, but knowing that the tiger expected him to play along.

"I watch you," the tiger said with a predatory smile and stepped towards the boy, who stepped backwards automatically. "I watch your camera feeds all the time. I like to watch as I work out in the manor's gym. I lift weights, do cardio, stretch, anything to make my muscles move as I listen to you moaning," the tiger took step after step closer, forcing Edwin back until the wolf was pressed up against a door with some kind of sign on it. Edwin couldn't read it; he could only feel it pressing into the back of his head as Bishop's face leaned in close to his own. "I work up a real good sweat listening to you praise how good your Daddy's tongue feels on those useless nuts of yours. It makes me real hard to watch him work you to the point of screaming out an orgasm, all without ever touching your pathetic dick."

The tiger groped his own package, which brought the back of his paw into contact with Edwin's bulging skirt. "I bet you'd scream even louder if it was my rough tongue pressing over every square inch of your nuts." Bishop whispered, his arms coming up to press against the door on either side of the cringing wolf. "You like it rough, don't you? I've heard you moan when a real man uses you like nice and proper." The smirking tiger's whiskers spread out, brushing Edwin's face. "Course you do, you're a sissy little faggot. That's what you were made for." Edwin cringed against the door as the tiger leaned down and licked the wolf's folded back ear, his rough feline tongue scraping over the short fur and sensitive skin of Edwin's ear, and a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of Bishop's tongue on his balls.

Then there was a mechanical whirring sound, and the door the wolf was pressed up against popped opened. Edwin yelped and stumbled backwards as the door flew open, and only Bishop grabbing his arm kept him from falling, the motion spinning him around so his back was to Bishop. The tiger's big paws held Edwin's arms tightly, preventing him from pulling away.

Edwin caught his breath, and blinked, trying to focus in the dark room, but all he could see clearly was the open door, which was lit from the hallway. Bishop had used a keycard to open a door marked "Security". Bishop led the wolf into a dark, cramped office space, and the door swung shut automatically behind them, locking with a magnetic click.

It looked like something out of a spy movie. One half of the room was filled by a massive monitoring station. A big black desk supported a huge semicircle of dozens of monitor screens, with a central keyboard and computer controlling them. What Edwin had first thought was a wall was actually a row of larger servers, a half dozen black towers humming softly as they recorded everything. That was where, Edwin realized, all the footage of him being raped and abused in the house was being stored. Every thrust of Daddy's dick inside him, every dress he'd worn, and every cock he'd sucked. Every word of false praise and happiness he'd uttered. It was enough to make Edwin's knees weak.

From the captain's chair in front of the desk, a young panther only a few years older than Edwin looked up at Bishop and said, "You sure you wanna bring her in here, boss?"

"Yeah Joe, I do, now that we've got everything set up. I want her to see what we've got going on here. I want her to know exactly how impossible it is for her to escape." The tiger forced Missy to step forward into the light of the monitors, right beside the panther's chair. "Take a good look, Missy. Your Daddy wants to see every move you make, you sweet little sissy. He's recording every moment he has with you," Bishop said as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "So there's no escaping my watchful eye."

Edwin stood stunned, staring as the screens surrounding them. Each showed a security camera feed, and they rotated through scene after scene from across the manor house and the surrounding grounds. There was the kitchen, where the Chef and his staff were bringing a huge load of groceries in from the back door. There was the dining room being set for a mid-morning meal for the servants. Daddy's office was empty, as was the study where Dr. Stone had seen him. Bitch's room, the hallways, the main foyer, every room Edwin had seen in the manor was on camera. There were also a lot of rooms that he didn't recognize too. A gym, a hot tub, staff common rooms, a library, a billiards room, and a huge garage with a dozen sleek luxury cars. Room after room after room, and it was all on video.

The manor's grounds were as large as the house itself, with a pool, a tennis court, a balcony, a flower garden, and even a huge hedge maze! He could see the drive way up to the manor, the high fences that enclosed the property, and many long shots of the grounds and surrounding open countryside. There were so, so many cameras, all with motion detectors, all being watched. Bishop was right. He would never be able to just slip out unnoticed. He wasn't going to be able to escape.

Edwin's tail and heart sank as he realized that many of the cameras were positioned to give good views of those custom-made benches which were scattered around the house. He was sure that those had been made just for him, and any sex he had on them would be on film, captured for his Daddy to review later. Then he realized how many more of them there were in his bedroom.

Edwin gaped at all the different views of his bedroom. He'd known there cameras sure, but there were so many more than he had thought there were! They had a dozen different angles of the bed alone. Three of the pink arm chair, one in profile, one from the front, and finally a bird's eye view. There were the same three of the writing desk, positioned so that if he were sitting at it they could read not only over his shoulder but see his face as he was writing too. Edwin felt dizzy as he stared at them all. There was even a camera underneath the desk for an up-skirt shot!

Edwin felt a bit of relief about not pawing off earlier because there were indeed cameras in the bathroom. There was a camera in each mirror of his makeup vanity, one in the toilet, the shower, and two inside the closet so nothing was left unseen. There were half a dozen angles of his cleaning table, capturing everything that might happen there. Several focused on where his cock would be, featuring a top down, side view, and a balls shot. There were full body shots from two different angles, and two cameras that would just show his blindfolded face, one head on, one in profile. Those cameras had probably caught some truly desperate looking faces as Tom had teased his dick while cleaning it.

Edwin's skin crawled and his stomach churned as he thought of Tom and looked for him.

Yep, there he was on the glory hole cameras, which filled the whole left hand section of the monitor bank. He had been right, there had been someone watching those cameras while he'd been forced, over and over again, to suck on a stranger's dick. Now Edwin watched from seven different angles, up close and far off, as Bitch sucked off one of the staff, choking on the horse's dick as it was balls deep in his toothless mouth. Edwin could tell it was a horse, thanks to the cameras watching the other side of the glory hole. Edwin watched as the horse lifted his head, closed his eyes, and whinnied in pleasure. He began moaning loudly, shouting about how amazing Missy's mouth was as he came, evidently not knowing that Bitch was the one on glory hole duty. Edwin recognized his voice as the horse he'd seen cleaning bedrooms earlier that morning, the one who had whistled at him as he went by in nothing but panties and a t-shirt. Edwin blushed as he realized the sound coming from a pair of headphones the panther was wearing around his neck, and one glance downward told him that they had interrupted the black cat as he was jerking off to the live porn show.

"You wanna finish me off, pretty girl?" the panther said, meeting Edwin's gaze.

The wolf jerked back, eyes wide and began to stutter out a no, but Bishop grabbed Missy by the collar and said, "Yes Joe, you've been so kind to show Missy all your hard working setting up the cameras. You've shown Missy how much her Daddy loves her. How much he cares about what she's doing that he has someone watch her every move. You should thank Joe, Missy." Bishop said with an evil grin, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the reflected light of the screens. Missy's ears drooped as he stared at that grin, and then at the panther's grinning face, and then she slowly dropped to her knees.

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After watching Missy blow the panther, who had a fairly heavy, bitter load to feed her, Bishop took over for Joe watching the monitors. The tiger forced Missy to sit by his side on the floor. The tiger had some kind of investigation to do, something that involved looking over employee information records, bank records, and dozens of pictures and emails. The wolf wasn't in a position to see what the tiger was working on, but he could only tell that the tiger was engrossed in it. When Bishop caught the wolf watching him, he ordered Edwin to back up and do his daily exercises. The wolf sighed inwardly and tried to arrange his skirt so he could do the yoga and stretching exercises that had been a daily routine at the Training facility.

The Organization had wanted him to be in perfect shape after all, limber in shape slaves sold better, and so hampered by the skimpy women's lingerie and skirt, he began doing a series of stretching routines he now knew by heart. Edwin felt stiff doing them now, and the dress didn't make the leg stretching and yoga positions easier to do. He realized that if Daddy were watching him do this, raising one leg high up in the air above his head, the bear would probably tear the dress off him to fuck him.

The stretches were not time consuming or difficult, so Edwin kept himself interested by watching the monitors as best he could. As he stretched and worked his body, he covertly watched the servants come and go, trying to map out the layout of the manor in his head. He hoped to find some room, some corner that was unmonitored. All these cameras made his fur itch for a place to hide.

The problem was, he couldn't see every camera at once, even with all these screens there were too many feeds. But there weren't any bedrooms in the normal rotation. Did that mean his bedroom was the only one with cameras? Well, there was only one way to find out...

Eying the tiger carefully, Edwin cleared his throat, and speaking in a thready voice said, "Where's Daddy's room? Doesn't he have cameras there?" Bishop, engrossed in his work, turned his head and smiled slowly. "What, you think your master wants his staff able to spy on him?" Bishop's white teeth gleamed in the dark room, lit by the glow of the monitors. "No, the master suite doesn't. Important people like Daon and I don't have cameras in our rooms."

No cameras in important people's bedrooms, good to know, Edwin thought. the tiger must have seen him thinking. "But don't go thinking you can sneak into some random staff member's room to hide." The tiger flicked a switch and brought up a series of bedrooms, all very similar except for their contents. "I've got eyes in everyone else's room. And if you go into their room, the staff have permission to have fun with you." That made the wolf swallow nervously, and his eyes scanned across the various staff bedrooms, seeing the various men he would be made to service.

Edwin was still stunned by how many servants there were here. He had met many of them on his first day as he was led into the manor, but it was still mind boggling. Twenty, perhaps thirty men were living here full time, and they all knew that he was a captive slave. At least half of them had already take advantage of the services that the one 'girl' in the house offered. Edwin could tell that before long, all of them would. Bitch had been servicing a steady stream of customers all morning long, after all.

As the morning became afternoon, Edwin found it harder and harder to watch the cameras. He should have been watching them closely, trying hard to find some hole in their coverage as he stretched and loosened his muscles, going through stretching routines fit for a ballet dancer. The young wolf knew he had to find some way he could escape, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He kept seeing the servant's faces, and trying to mentally match them up to the cocks he had sucked through the glory hole. Each time one of the men visited the glory hole, which was nearly constantly, he found himself studying the face and dick of the real man getting serviced, as if trying to memorize each one for later. And he would be seeing them all later, Edwin was sure of that now. The wolf's eyes kept straying to Bitch's face as he worked the glory hole, his face becoming progressively more and more covered in cum as he sucked dick after dick. At first the rabbit had struggled and put up a strong front, despite the tears and the humiliation. Now, he was hollow eyed and sobbing, complete shame faced as he was used again and again. Watching it made Edwin hard, the silky smoothness of his panties making the wolf shift uncomfortably.

While he watched the rabbit sucking cock through the glory hole cameras, something began bothering Edwin as he sat on the floor, legs crossed so his dress covered the lacy garters on his legs. When they had first met, Bishop had told him that people were paying good money to watch him online, and that he should put on a good show for the cameras. If that were true, why would they have this many cameras? Wouldn't all these extra feeds reveal the identities of the servants and where this was all happening? And if they were broadcasting it, why weren't there cameras in the master suite, a place where it was very likely that Missy and her Daddy might have sex? Had the tiger lied about their being viewers online, paying to watch him be enslaved? Maybe it was only other Organization members who had access. Or maybe the tiger was up to something... or just a liar, pure and simple. Very little managed to surprise the slave much these days.

Edwin didn't have the chance to think about that much, because apparently Bishop was finished with whatever he was doing. The muscular tiger turned his chair to face the wolf in the pretty lavender dress as she sat on the floor. The big tiger loomed over Edwin from the chair, smirking as he hooked a finger and beckoned the wolf forward. Edwin splayed his ears, and his eyes flicked down at the tiger's crotch in front of him. "That's it girl, you know what I want," the tiger crooned.

Edwin crawled over to the tiger's chair, and Bishop scooted to the edge so he could spread his legs wide. Edwin unzipped the tiger's pants and fished out the man's cock; let his balls hang freely over the edge of the seat. The wolf stared at the tiger's dick as it hung in front of him, growing thicker and harder by the moment in his paws. Edwin rubbed his fingertips across the tiger's half hard shaft, teasing the bumps that made up his feline barbs, feeling them grow into hard bumps as he played with the tiger's cock.

Bishop's tail flicked back and forth in excitement, and Edwin stared at the tiger's cock, a bit surprised to be seeing it now. He had expected that the first time he would touch the man's cock to be through the glory hole in his room. Bishop had even bragged about it. Why he hadn't made a trip to receive his service was another mystery, but he was taking advantage of his privilege now.

"Still impressed by it, aren't you slut?" The tiger said with a smirk, mistaking Missy's hesitation for awe. It was indeed an impressive penis. It didn't compare to Daddy's Pride, but the wolf was more impressed by the tiger's body than by his cock. Sure, the man was big by normal standards, eight, maybe even nine inches long, but Daddy's pride was a monster beyond compare. The bear's dick was thicker, longer, and got harder than any other cock Edwin had seen or had rammed into him. Bishop's cock meanwhile did not go rock solid like Daddy's did. Even once Edwin wrapped his lips around the tiger's dick and began sucking expertly, Bishop's dick had a little bit of softness around the solid core at the center. That rock hard feeling was reserved for the tiger's muscular legs, which stood out in sharp relief around his head. Edwin was cowed by the sheer masculine power of the tiger, and he wanted to rub his paws across those muscles much more than he did across the dick he was sucking. But that's not what Bishop wanted him to do, and Edwin knew that what the tiger wanted was all that matter now.

So once again, on his knees and faced with a dick he was expected to suck, Edwin capitulated without protest. He had done it so many times now since Daddy had brought him to the manor, why stop now? Edwin just, closed his eyes, and did it. He took the tiger's dick as deep as he could, feeling the bumpy barbs rubbing at the sides of his mouth, and used his paws to handle the rest of the long shaft. He began playing with the tiger's dangling balls as he did so, and Bishop growled in approval at the attention paid to them. When the tiger's big strong hands grabbed the back of his head, Edwin whimpered in anticipation. Fingering the slave's collar, the tiger rumbled, "Ready or not, slut." Then Bishop began to fuck his face, starting the blowjob in earnest.

Edwin gagged and clutched at the tiger's legs to try and stop from being yanked forward, but the back of his throat was roughly jabbed by the tiger's barbed tip anyway. It felt as though the barbs were scraping his throat out as Bishop thrust, growling and hissing pleasure as he battered the wolf's muzzle. "Oh yeah bitch, take it," Bishop growled, his head back as he jerked his hips and Edwin's head at the same time. Edwin gagged and strained against the tiger's grip, paws pushing on the chair and those massive legs, but it was no good. Bishop was strong, stronger even than Daddy, and a slave on his knees had no hope of breaking free of that grip.

"That's it sissy, suck my dick," the tiger taunted, "You love it, I can see it in the way your dick is stretching those panties." The chair under the tiger began squeaking and shifting as Bishop fucked the wolf's face. "You just couldn't get enough of real men like me, could ya'? You had to make yourself a faggot slave to your betters just to get enough cock to satisfy you." Edwin made a furious denial that came out as nothing but a muffled moan, eyes firmly fixed on the tiger's flexing abdominals. The injustice of the charge made Edwin's face burn, as if Bishop thought he was enjoying all this! "Well, I'll show you exactly what real man's cock can do," the tiger purred as he bred the wolf's mouth hard.

Edwin eventually found a way to breathe as the tiger used his mouth, but his throat was soon aching from the tiger's barbs. They were firm bumps that rubbed painfully each time he was forced to deepthroat the man. And Bishop was certainly out to prove he was a man. He was helped by how... girly Edwin felt kneeling on the floor in a dress. The skirts of his short dress rustling as he was face fucked on his hands and knees, ass exposed as the fabric road up his back side. The silk bra felt tight around his chest, a completely unfamiliar feeling. The lace fabric of his stockings dug into his knees painfully, and Edwin wondered if he would need knee pads if he was going to be servicing men this often every day. As the tiger settled into a rhythm, Bishop got less brutal in his fucking, and soon the wolf was getting into it too. Edwin's penis stretched the tight fabric of the panties almost painfully, and the wolf longed to paw himself off as he choked on the tiger's dick.

He knew that wasn't going to happen though, Bishop would stop him if he noticed either paw leaving his junk. The tiger was into the blowjob, but he wasn't that far gone. Edwin was pretty sure Bishop was getting close to cumming though. The tiger's striped thighs were beginning to bunch and he began to grunt as he thrust, when the door burst open and flooded the room with white light.

Bishop hissed at the sudden brightness, tried to cover his eyes, and lost his balance on the chair. Edwin realized what was happening, and jerked his head back quickly as the tiger went tumbling to the floor mid dick thrust. The muscular tiger ended up with his feet in the air, legs spread. Edwin gasped for air, trying to recover, and looked up at the door. Joe the IT panther was back. The lanky panther looked down at the muscular tiger, who lay on his back stunned. "No, no, don't mind me. Some people like passively receiving while on their backside. Who am I to judge... sir." the panther said with a smirk. Bishop snarled, picked himself up off the floor, and glared daggers at Joe. The tiger tucked his dick back into his underwear, and tail lashing angrily, grabbed Missy by the collar. Bishop pulled her to her feet, and left the security room in a huff that was classic offended feline as Joe gave him a little wave goodbye with a playful smile.

Out in the hallway, the tiger roughly pushed Missy up against the wall and kissed her so angrily that you would have thought Edwin was responsible for his embarrassment in front of the panther. The big tiger towered over the wolf, forcing her head almost straight up so that they could kiss. Had he bent down slightly, the kiss would have been very pleasant for Missy, more equal and shared. But nothing about this was equal. Bishop was taking out his embarrassment at being less than graceful in a very traditional feline way.

Missy struggled, but she was a slave being overpowered by a master. The wolf's whimpered struggles were futile efforts, and completely ignored by the big tiger. Her mouth was used and her dress lifted up, a big paw groping firmly at her sheathe through her panties as the tiger's still hard dick rubbed against the wolf's belly. That lasted a minute or two, as Bishop had his way with the wolf's body and worked out his frustration.

Missy found herself comparing the molestation by Bishop to how Daddy did the same thing. The tiger was a gentler kisser than the bear was, even though he was also being rougher at the same time. He started by giving the wolf little nibbling kisses, almost little love bites to Missy's lips that weren't full kisses at all. They felt good, soft and inviting, but then his tongue would lash at the wolf's face, the rough surface pulling as the fur on Missy's cheeks and neck, a sharp contrast to the gentleness of the kisses that followed. It was a very different kissing style than Daddy, who used his big muzzle to push Missy's mouth open so that the bear's tongue could plunge into Missy's maw and claim ownership.

Bishop's paws were stronger, or at least more forceful as he groped and grabbed at the wolf. Missy struggled some as her balls were squeezed, but again it was pointless. The tiger was stronger, and the wolf still couldn't resist his training to submit. Panting, eyes full of anger the wolf was relieved when the tiger finally pulled back.

"Fine, fine, Missy, I give in. Now that I'm done with work we can do something more fun." Bishop said mockingly, as if Missy had just been begging to spend more time with him, rather than struggling to escape their kiss. "I can tell you won't be satisfied with just some kisses." The tiger squeezed the wolf's balls and rubbed at his treacherous hard on, which had sprung to life at the merest touch of the masculine tiger's body. "I've got something in my room that's just perfect for a sissy boy like you."

The wolf's ears splayed backwards. Bishop's room? There wasn't a camera in there, they had only been in the normal servant's rooms. "I... I should go. Daddy will be back soon... won't he?" Edwin babbled, wanting to get as far away from the tiger and that evil grin as he could.

A paw, strong and grasping, cupped his balls. "We have time, Missy," The tiger said, and pulled gently on the youth's orbs. Edwin gasped as he felt five little pinpricks press through the silk of his panties, the tiger's claws making little holes in the fabric as they dug into his scrotum. Edwin stood on tip toes, back pressed against the wall, desperate to escape those claws. Disobedience would be punished harshly, the wolf remembered.

"Yes please, Mr. Bishop, sir. I'd like that," The wolf gasped out, fear making the words shrill. The tiger pulled him away from the security room by his tender sack, leading him towards the tiger's own, unmonitored, room. Edwin walked briskly in his feminine shoes to prevent any unnecessarily harsh tugs on his sensitive family jewels. For the first time, he experienced a sudden rush of anxiety about the thought of going somewhere where the eyes of his overbearing Daddy bear couldn't reach and wouldn't keep him safe.