FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

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

Missy slammed the door to her room closed behind her and sagged against it. The young wolf wanted nothing more than to collapse into a heap and cry uncontrollably for so long that he lost all track of time. He wanted to bang his head against the wall until he lost all memory of the young wolf Squirt's terrified eyes and the sound of his voice crying, but Missy didn't have that luxury. Daddy would be home soon, and if he wasn't down stairs waiting for the bear, he would be in danger of ending up like Squirt had. Or back where Bitch was.

The rabbit, who was, even now, still on his knees in front of the glory hole providing service, didn't notice his return. Bitch just bobbed his head up and down on the dick he was sucking in a daze, eyes unfocused. Edwin didn't want to end up like Bitch: toothless, mute, and living with a pair of balls that had an expiration date. There was only one way to prevent that kind of fate.

Pleasing Daddy.

So Edwin forced himself to breathe. He forced himself to get up and go to the bathroom, where the wolf dropped the dress and panties he'd been carrying on the makeup counter. He carefully pulled off the silk stockings, checking them over for any stains that would prevent him from wearing them again. There was only the spot on the foot where Bishop's cum had splashed, which Edwin hastily washed that off and left to dry beside the note Daddy had left him. It seemed like a lifetime since he'd seen the pictures of the bear's cock ruining that fleshlight. Edwin tried not to think about how the same was going to happen to his ass again soon while he showered.

And shower he did. Edwin scrubbed and scrubbed his fur, far harder and with more soap than he'd ever scrubbed himself before. He wanted the scent, the feeling of Bishop off of his body. He wanted any evidence that the tiger had ever touched him to be gone. He washed himself out with the enema wand too, because Daddy was likely to be horny when he came home. Edwin washed his balls too, checking them for cuts from the tiger's teeth. There were several painful scrapes and nicks, but nothing bad. No puncture wounds at least. The worst part was resisting the urge to jerk off, even with the cameras watching, since even the tiniest touch of his hand to his dick made him hard. By the time he got out of the shower, his erection was aching for release again.

Once the hot shower was behind him, Edwin dried himself off thoroughly, even the fur under his collar. He felt much better now that he was clean, now that the tiger's scent no longer clung to his fur and the fear he'd felt was passing. He went and stood in front of the mirrors, and really looked at himself. He was a young wolf, nineteen and change, in the prime of his life, naked, erect and handsome even though he wasn't smiling. If he ducked his chin and fluffed his fur some, then he couldn't even see the pink color or the tag that said 'Daddy's Missy' on it.

This was the man he wanted to stay, who he had been before being kidnapped. Before he'd been made into a product to be sold. But he couldn't be that man anymore. He couldn't fight the men who had taken him, not men who were willing to do what they had done to Squirt. And not just do it, but make a porno out of it. If the Organization did that sort of thing, if they kidnapped boys like him all the time, he couldn't fight them. He had to survive them long enough to escape, and that meant playing along.

So, knowing that there were cameras behind the glass, Edwin went and got his clothes and got changed slowly in front of the mirrors. The panties came first, sliding up his legs and pressing his erect cock down over his balls, the material bulging. The stockings came next, the tight material clinging to his legs, making his thin calves seem shapely and feminine. The bra fit snuggly on his chest, giving him the illusion of breasts, even if they were flat ones. Finally the dress went on, with its ruffles and purple silk.

Now, he was Missy, a proper young woman in a fancy dress ready to meet her Daddy, her pretty pink collar standing out proudly against gray fur and the purple outfit. If this was what he had to do to avoid becoming another Squirt, to hide like this for a while until some opportunity for escape came, then Edwin would do it.

Suppressing all the anger and humiliation he felt at being forced to do this, at being dressed up for her master's crazy perverted desires, at having to serve these men, of losing everything he had, Missy carefully put a dab of Daddy's favorite perfume behind each ear, and went downstairs to wait for her master.

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Daon fiddled with his phone as he rode in the back of his limo, wishing that his cell phone plan had a good enough data connection to let him watch the feeds from the manor house when not connected to a wifi network. He would have to look for some way to watch them on drives like this. When the big house finally pulled into view, the bear was eagerly rubbing his hands together as if he were a teenager going on a date. His dick was certainly excited like one, and Daon wished his underwear weren't so tight. He kept getting erections just thinking about his girl, and that made him feel like a kid again. The bear bounded out of the car when Michael opened the door, tossing his briefcase to the dog. The butler barely had the manor front door open when the bear came rushing in and...

There she was.

Missy was in her place at the bottom of the grand stairs, right where he'd left her, waiting for him to come home. Dress rustling, she stood up from her bench to greet him, her eyes downcast and those pretty lips smiling nervously. Missy looked prettier than ever before. Prettier than when Daon had first laid eyes on her in that little room when she chose him as her owner and Daddy. Prettier even than the first forlorn picture of her from the organization file on her, a copy of which Daon kept in his wallet. "Welcome home Daddy," the wolf said quietly as the bear embraced her, breathing in her scent and holding her slender body to him.

The soft, flowery scent of her perfume filled Daon's nose, mixed with the rich, earthy musk of wolf. It was a more masculine scent than he liked, but that perfume... mingled with the scent of wolf it brought back so many memories for the bear. Memories that went right to his balls and made his pants even tighter than before.

"Oh sugar, you look amazing in that dress..." the bear rumbled back, before kissing her with everything he had. The bear's tongue dove into her pretty mouth, spreading those soft lips and taking what was his. Doan's spine tingled as he ran his paws lovingly down the body he owned, and just he couldn't resist sliding a paw up her skirt. The wolf jumped like she had every time, making a soft yip sound into their kiss as his big paw grabbed her absolutely amazing ass and rubbed it slowly. The wolf in his arms whimpered softly around his tongue as he fondled her soft silk panties. Daon then roughly pulled them down in the back, fingers driving in between her cheeks. The bear was a little surprised to find only her puckered hole and no butt plug to play with.

He broke the kiss with a frown. "You took out the plug babe..." the bear said reprovingly. He'd begun to like playing with the butt plug while he kissed his girl, it made her kiss him back so passionately. The bear adjusted himself, shifting himself so his dick jutted out of his briefs and pointed down one leg of his slacks, making it spring up and rub against Missy's crotch.

Missy gasped, breathless as the bear's huge dick rubbed against his own trapped erection through the thin dress. It had traitorously sprung to life when the bear kissed him. "It was making me numb, Daddy," Missy whispered. "I didn't want to be unable to feel you, if we..." The wolf bit his lower lip nervously, ears tipping back in a canine blush. Missy had thought long and hard about that excuse. He didn't want to plant the idea of the bear fucking him in Daddy's thoughts, but he also didn't want to get punished for taking out the vibrating butt plug. When the bear smiled Missy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well we can't have that, let's go find the one I gave you on your first day honey. You can wear that one from now on." Daddy grinned, rubbing his paws across her backside, "I know you need more practice adjusting to me." Missy gave a little gasp as the bear's bulging pants rubbed against her front. The wolf felt her skirt riding up, and the silk panties provided only the thinnest barrier to the bear's groping. Missy felt the bench press against the back of her legs, and for a moment, it looked like the bear was going to press her backward and take her, right then and there.

There was a soft cough, and Daon looked up in annoyance before realizing who had interrupted him. The ram waiter was standing attentively by the door which led off to the dining room, "I have your dinner set, Mister Daon, along with a plate for Missy. Would you prefer I keep it warm for you?"

There was a rumbling gurgle from Missy's stomach as the wolf looked over at the ram. Missy began blushing as she realized that there were in fact several men lingering at the edges of the entryway watching them. Daon beamed down at her. "You sound like you're hungry babe. Well, come with Daddy. I know just what you need in your belly..."

Missy's ears folded back as the bear's big arm went around her shoulder. The wolf didn't like the way the bear had phrased that, but there was nothing he could do. Daddy led her to the dining room, and the bear whispered something in the waiter's ear as the ram went by.

Missy found out what was said pretty quickly. When they reached the dining room, there were two places set for a steak dinner, the head of the table, and the on right beside it. The waiter pulled out a chair for Missy, but instead of waiting for her to be seated, he pulled it completely away from the table entirely, leaving an open space under the table. Daddy's big paw pressed against the back of Missy's neck, urging her down under the table. Ears folded and face burning, the wolf hiked up the dress and crawled under the table as the bear sat down.

The teenage wolf knelt between Daddy's legs underneath a table. This was the second time he'd been put under the table to suck Daddy off while the bear ate, and Edwin had a sinking feeling that this was a position he was going to become very familiar with.

When the ram put the chair back in it's place, Missy felt a claustrophobic pang as he was surrounded by the wooden table legs and chairs as his bear master sat at the head of the table, pants bulging lewdly. The underside of the huge dining room table felt cramped, even though there was actually quite a bit of room under the large table. Perhaps it was the huge bulge in his owner's pants that made the space feel small.

Edwin heard a knife and fork being used to cut the freshly prepared steak that was Daddy's dinner as he unzipped the bear's pants and released his already hard Pride. The huge cock had already escaped the briefs the bear was wearing and loomed over him in the cramped space between Daddy' legs. Edwin steeled himself for what he knew he had to do, and wrapped his lips around Daddy's thick cock. The wolf just hoped he'd be able to finish the bear off fast enough that his food wouldn't be completely cold. He hadn't eaten since breakfast after all.

There was a soft sound, a muffled moan as Daddy paused in his chewing and luxuriated in the privilege of owning such a wonder mouth. "Oh Missy, your mouth was made for this..." the bear reached under the table and ruffled the wolf's ears. "I knew you were hungry for me princess." Edwin's ears burned at the words, his muzzle full of the bear's 'appreciation'. Daddy's Pride was certainly eager to be back in its rightful place in the teenage wolf's throat, and the wolf was hungry. Not for bear cock, but then he didn't have much choice about what went into his mouth anymore. But having a big hot piece of bear meat in his mouth did make him drool, and that helped, if only ever so slightly.

Edwin worked the bears huge shaft, sucking on the first six inches and gripping the rest with his paws. In this position, with so little room to maneuver, the curve of Daddy's cock upward worked against Edwin. He took deep breathes, constantly expecting that the bear would grab his head and force him downward at any moment, but Daddy let him work at his own pace for now. In the hopes that the bear would continue to do so, Edwin put some effort into the blowjob. He made a tight ring with his lips and took as much of the bear as he could until he was almost choking, squeezing the bear's base with his paws. He worked the underside with his tongue, and rubbed at the piss slit just the way Daddy liked. Daddy's cock responded,going rock hard and leaking pre, forcing the wolf to adjust his position to take it easily.

Something bumped his leg, and Edwin jumped, thinking someone else had sat down at the table, but it was just a chair leg. For a moment, Edwin imagined what it might be like to be under here when the room was full of men, each one with the zipper of their pants open, a cock dangling out for the manor slut to suck.

Would Daddy do that? Would the bear host a fancy dinner party, and expect the one 'girl' in the house to service all his guests while they ate? The thought made Edwin shiver, as he imagined a forest of legs around him, paws touching him as he crawled between the men's legs and sucked each of their cocks in turn. There were enough seats at the table for the men to be ready for 'seconds' by the time he finished them all. The tightness of the silk panties concealing his erection was proof that not every part of him hated that idea, and it made Edwin's face burn from embarrassment.

A grunt from Daddy brought the wolf's thoughts back to the cock he was sucking, not potential cocks he might suck in the future. the young wolf had only enough time to take a deep breathe before the bear's big paw reached down and gripped the back of his head. Daddy pulled his unwilling Missy all the way forward, pushing inch after inch of fat cock down her throat until Missy's bottom lip kissed the bear's balls. Eyes wide as he gagged, Edwin caught a glimpse of the bear's face. For Daon, seeing his girl's pretty eyes begging him, those soft lips of her's around the base of his dick was more than enough, and his dick pulsed hard as he came, sending a heavy load of cum right down Missy's throat.

The throbbing of Daon's dick in his convulsing throat made it very hard for Edwin to hold still, but he did it. He had to. His master's hand firmly holding the back of his head made sure of that. But as the bear's cock went soft, Edwin regained the ability to breathe, and he sucked in air through his nose desperately.

But Daddy's hand didn't let go, and with creeping dread, Edwin was certain he knew what was coming next. when the first splash of salty urine jetted out of the bear's slit, the wolf was ready, face burning with humiliation and ears flattened against his head in shame.

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Bitch swallowed and panted as the otter's cock withdrew from his mouth. The salty piss he'd left behind filled the rabbit's mouth with a bitter, almost fishy taste even after he swallowed. 'That's the fifth one to piss in my mouth,' he thought numbly as the otter wiped his dick on the rabbit's lips and stepped back to zip himself up. The glory hole was proving to be much worse than Tom had imagined it would be. Sure, he'd seen how upset the slaves he'd trained had gotten about serving as a communal glory hole and urinal like this. This was one of the Organization's most common training methods. Having to service an entire estate full of horny men put the Products firmly in their place, but actually being on his knees like this for hours on end, one dick after another using his face... Tom shuddered. At some of the Organization's facilities slaves staffed Full Services bathrooms on every floor, and he had loved using them.

At least Daon had taken Feral away when he'd left for work. Tom didn't even want to imagine how bad this would be with that hell beast sniffing around his balls as he worked the glory hole. Of course the bear had left something for Tom to remember him by. He'd held the rabbit's face still as the Doberman driver came, coating his face fur in another dog's spunk. Michael's load had made up for his small cock size, and he painted every inch of the rabbit's face in jizz. It was the first time Tom had ever had cum in his eyes, and it had hurt like hell. Missy had cleaned him up when she'd come through later, or he might have gone insane.

That had been hours ago now, and at least eighteen penises had come, cum, and gone from the glory hole since then. There had been at least one repeat customer, a raccoon that worked the kitchen, but after the tenth penis Tom wasn't sure. Somewhere along the line, he'd gone into a haze. Sometimes there was a line, sometimes not. It didn't matter, Bitch couldn't undo the strap attaching his head to the glory hole with his mittened hands, so all he could do was kneel there and wait for the next penis to come fuck him in his entirely defenseless mouth.

Bitch stared numbly at the hole, watching as the otter left and the next male in line stepped up to the hole. The feline was instantly identifiable by his paws alone, the orange and black paws unbuckled and unzipped his pants, letting the black slacks he wore fall to the ground, revealing the powerful legs of a tiger. It was Bishop, the head of security, who with a slow flourish pulled his jock strap to the side, revealing a very hard, barbed, feline cock.

"You like the view, cock slut?" The tiger said from the other side of the wall, rubbing his thumb along the thick vein on the bottom of his shaft. It was an impressive cock, one of the biggest, which was impressive given the horses he'd sucked off already. The rabbit gasped as the Full Control strap pulled him forcibly against the wall, smashing his nose into the tiger's balls. "How do you like your new position in the house, Tom?" Bishop asked as his cock rubbed slowly against the rabbit's face, smearing pre across the rabbit's forehead as Tom struggled to pull away. With the strap slid through his collar though, there was nowhere for him to go.

"You must love it, since I haven't heard a complaint out of you all day." Tom tried desperately to bite the tiger's dick as it was pushed into his mouth, but he couldn't close his jaws fully anymore. Without teeth his gums just pushed down on the tiger's dick, stroking it. Bishop's laugh filled the little room on the other side of the wall as he felt the rabbit's struggles around his dick. "Aw yeah, that's it, bitch. Struggle, try and bite me. Can't do it, can you? You can't resist a real man's cock anymore. Good old Doctor Stone took care of that for us. Now, all you can do is caress my dick with those pretty lips, like the good little faggot you always were. I saw the tape of you getting rimmed out by that sissy wolf faggot. Feels a lot better when it's a dick in you doesn't it?"

Tom's face burned, and for the first time in hours, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. The other men hadn't taunted him like this, they had just come, demanded their blow jobs, and left. Some of them had complimented him on his mouth, some even thought it was Missy on the other side of the hole, but Bishop... God damn the fucking tiger, he was obviously getting off on mocking the rabbit. Tom could tell, because his impressive dick was hard as a steel bar and fucking Bitch's face like a jackhammer as he taunted the former trainer.

"Oh yeah," the tiger hissed, thrusting deep, his barbs scrapping Tom's already sore throat. "Maybe I should come round to the other side and show you what a real man's dick feels like. You've probably forgotten, now that you're a real dog's bitch. And I so need to fuck somebody, after having that temptress Missy teasing me with her pretty ass all day. Bet you'd love feeling my barbs stroking inside your ass. They'd tear you open after your honeymoon last night with your new master. Tell me Bitch, how many times did the dog breed you? Four? Five? You can tell me. Just squeeze my dick with your mouth to count it out." Bitch closed his eyes, his face jerking forward, the strap biting into his neck as his toothless gums failed to bite the tiger's cock.

Tom glared at the orange and white fur filling his vision, and the anger Bishop's words ignited in his chest made his thoughts clearer. He was not going to put up with this. He was a Master, no matter what these fuckers said. He had friends and money in hidden accounts the Organization didn't know about. If he could just get one of these damn mittens off, he could escape. He could write and type just fine, even if he couldn't speak. Fuck the tracking chip, he knew how to burn them out. He knew how to run. He'd helped captured runaway slaves after all. Sure, none of them had ever escaped, but he wasn't some craven little slut like Missy, he-

Tom's thoughts of escape were interrupted by the wet ribbon of a tongue licking at his asshole. The sensation made his whole body jump, and he automatically jerked away from the tongue, which only ended up slamming the tiger's dick further down his own throat.

"Ooooh shit, hah, yah that was good." Bishop gave a little laugh, and he almost sounded winded by the rabbit's sudden movement. "I guess your Master found you, huh?" Bishop taunted, as Feral's thick wet tongue lapped at Tom's ass again. "You didn't even notice me open the door for him, did yah? To into sucking cock I guess. Well, you tell me when he finishes lubing you up and starts to fuck. Or maybe he's just looking for his chew toys."

The rabbit's panicked reaction when Feral began licking down his taint towards his slowly recovering balls was interrupted by that. How could the tiger know what... of course. Bishop must be watching the camera feeds on his smartphone. He was enjoying this little show from every angle and he got his dick sucked.

Feral kept licking lower, and Tom shifted his legs, squirming and trying to prevent the dog from grabbing his balls from behind, but all that did was present his asshole for the dog to lick. Tom couldn't even bat the dog away with his gloved paws because the 'No hands' light was on. Bishop kept the rabbit's head moving, using the control strap to force him to worship the barbed cock pushed down his throat.

What felt like an eternity passed as Tom struggled to suck the tiger's dick and fend off the dog's advances. The dog began to growl as he was denied the rabbits nuts again and again. Feral seemed to be getting frantic, and Tom felt the dog nip at his short tail. If Feral went wild and started biting, the rabbit would have no way to defend himself. He had to do something, to distract the dog somehow, but what the hell was he supposed to do while strapped to Bishop's dick, and unable to make any commands the dog would obey?

An answer came to Tom, and he nearly threw up at the thought. But what choice did he have? If Feral latched onto his nuts and started chewing, Bishop would get exactly the blowjob he wanted as Tom screamed around his dick. Face burning with humiliation, he steeled himself, let go of one of the handles, and smacked himself on the ass twice, grabbing the handles again before his chastity belt could shock him.

Feral followed the rabbit's instruction immediately and leapt up onto Bitch's back, where he began to jab his cock at the rabbit's ass hole. There were several sharp thrusts that went wide before the dog dick sunk home, and Tom cried out around Bishop's cock. Or tried to at least, no sound came out as Bitch screamed in pain. That last moment of agony and humiliation was enough for the tiger apparently, because he emptied his load right then, pulling out to paint the rabbit's face thoroughly with cum.

Tom knelt there, eyes burning again, his body in shock as Feral began humping. He felt the now familiar pain of being stretched open by a dick controlled by someone who didn't care about him at all as cum clung to his face. The scent of the tiger filled his nose, and Tom realized the bastard had actually cum up his nose on purpose so the scent would linger. And the worst part? The truly worst thing that had happened to him all day long?

He was being forced to enjoy it. The rabbit had been hard the whole fucking time because of Doctor Stone's chastity device. Tom was so hard, and so fucking horny after hours and hours of constant stimulation, that he was leaking pre all over the carpet of Missy's room. The rabbit knelt there on his hands and knees, tears and cum rolling down his cheeks as Feral claimed him, and cursed himself for hoping the dog would cum and give him release. Panting, his body shaking as Feral thick cock rubbed at his insides, Tom gave in. He just let go as his prostate was jack hammered by the dog, his tongue slowly licked the tiger's spent cock, and as his dick was stroked and caressed by the mechanical chastity cage...

The vibrating stopped suddenly, and the rabbit's breath caught in his chest. The dog hadn't cum. The only other reason it would have stopped...

Tom felt something break inside him. He had gotten close to orgasm. Tom closed his eyes, weeping uncontrollably. He was getting off on being face fucked and abused, and then like a proper slave should be, he had been denied the pleasure of climax. Because his dick wasn't for cumming anymore, and he knew it.

Bishop's face came into view as the tiger knelt down on the other side of the wall. "Mason was right about you," the tiger said, staring the rabbit right in the eyes. "You are nothing but a bitch, a total slut, even for a feral beast. You deserve him, Tom. You two make a beautiful couple." The tiger laughed and used his phone to snap a picture through the gap made by the hole. Smirking, he set the rabbit's cum splattered face as his phone's background and showed it to the former trainer. Tom stared at his own desperate face. It was absolutely covered in spunk and filled the lower half of the screen, but just behind his head was Feral's head, a grinning, happy doggy look on his face, tongue lolling as he fucked the rabbit. Bishop smiled, taking pleasure in the look of despair on the rabbit's face. Then the security chief pulled up his pants and sauntered away.

Tom shuddered, his plans for escape falling apart in his mind as he was rutted from behind by a feral dog and forced to actually... enjoy it. That's what the chastity belt he wore guaranteed, that no matter what happened, no matter how bad the nightmare got, he would be hard while it happened.

The lights flashed as another male, a greyish horse, entered the little room on the other side of the glory hole, and unbuckled his pants to reveal a thick seven inches of semi-hard cock. He came up to the glory hole and unceremoniously pushed his dick past Tom's lips.

Bitch didn't resist, he just began sucking.

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Note from the author Teiran:

And thus ends chapter 15! For those of you begging for more, Chapter 16 is completely finished, because I wrote them together as one chapter and it ended up being way long. So, you all get to enjoy Daddy coming home and bitch doing his chores now, and you'll find out how Edwin's extremely long day ends in chapter 16!

Let me know what you guys think, this chapter is a bit short but its got some interesting beats for the characters. Next chapter is longer, twice as long in fact, and contains the twist that Blackstone promised you guys last time :)