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

Edwin sat in the foyer of Daddy's manor on one of the couches that had been designed just for him, waiting for Daddy to come home. The teenage wolf stared at the front door, eyes glazed over, panting softly, and trying very hard not to think about sex.

That was impossible to do, because the last three weeks had been filled with nothing but sex for Edwin, and he was so hard that his dick ached with need. He wanted to fuck something, anything, so badly it hurt. Even his own paw would be enough.

But Edwin couldn't even touch himself, not anymore. Since his accidental hands free orgasm, Daddy had lived up to the first promise he'd made Missy on the day they had met. The wolf's cock had stayed locked up tight, out of sight and out of mind, at least as far as Daddy was concerned. For Edwin, there was hardly anything else he could think about. Every moment of the day, the teenage wolf thought about how horny he was, how badly he needed to cum, and why he couldn't.

Because the good Dr. Stone had lived up to his promise as well.

The rhino's special chastity device had done an amazing job of keeping Edwin desperate and horny for the past three weeks. The teenage wolf had never been so pent up or easily aroused in his life. If he went much longer without release, Edwin was certain his balls were going to explode. Dr. Stone's chastity cage was the worst, most horrible, and most amazing thing Edwin had ever experienced. It knew exactly, exactly, how to tease and stimulate his cock until he was on the edge of orgasm, his whole body shaking from the pleasure of being so close and then... nothing.

No peak. No release. No cession of the horrible pent up feeling that had built in his balls over the past twenty one days. Every time the frantic young wolf was left hanging there on the edge, panting and desperate, just a few strokes away from cumming, with the chastity device preventing him from pleasuring himself any further. The nineteen year old slave was given no further stimulation until he had calmed down, at which point the whole process began again.

Edwin was brought to the edge of orgasm over and over again, day in, day out, for sixteen hours a day. After the first few days, as the horniness began to build, it began to seriously mess with his head. His thoughts became a lust filled haze. He couldn't form thoughts, couldn't speak without whimpering. Even walking became difficult, his erection bouncing under the skirts he always had to wear. His only relief from the constant edging was to make Daddy cum. To earn even a moment of peace, the wolf had to debase himself to the bear who was his Master, and those blowjobs became daily acts of submission to the bear. They each earned the young wolf four blissful hours of respite from the milking of his chastity device.

Of course, now that three weeks had passed since his last orgasm, that no longer meant his erection went away. It took only a few strokes of his thigh, a kiss, or even just dirty thoughts to make Edwin's dick rock hard and dripping. Since Daddy liked to make him wear butt plugs that pushed against his prostate, his erections lasted long after the chastity device had gone into sleep mode.

Edwin hung his head, eyes closed as he huddled on the couch in the foyer as the device began to work him up again. The chastity cage was basically a plastic tube with a series of rings inside it that stroked up and down his cock. It had several different patterns, not just the up and down of a hand jerking him off. It could move in an kind of endless motion that made it feel like he was penetrating some tight, endless tailhole as his knot grew. Or that hands were stroking up his shaft endlessly, relentlessly teasing the head of his cock until he was begging to cum. The soft material the inner walls were made out of could feel like a tight pair of lips running up and down his shaft, or a hot tight tunnel he was fucking. The whole thing vibrated and shook too, sending a buzzing tingle up his cock that made his head swim. It was heaven and hell all at once, and Edwin whimpered and squirmed on his couch as he waited for Daddy to get home, desperate to suck the bear off and make the torture stop.

The young wolf's sexual frustration was worst just after Daddy finished fucking him at night. Every night the bear licked Missy's balls, which left him begging the bear for relief, but sometimes the bruin went all the way and fucked his girl, plowing his 'feisty she wolf' as Daddy sometimes called him.

With the bear's huge dick fucking him and the chastity cage edging him, Edwin usually peaked several times, screaming out fake orgasms in the vain hope that they might become real ones. By the end, the chastity device wasn't teasing him, but actively holding him back, preventing the bear's relentless dicking from pushing him over the edge.

By the time the bear came, Edwin was in a state of complete ecstasy, his whole body in the grip of an orgasm that he couldn't quite have. Then the thrusting would stop. The vibrations on his cock cease, and only the pressure of his cage trying to force his erection to go down remained. Daddy would collapse beside his Missy, kicking away Bitch who was now rimming the bear every night, and hold his precious Missy close as she trembled from the shock of being so thoroughly used without a climax. Sometimes Daddy fell asleep without even pulling his Pride out of the wolf's rear end, and Edwin was forced to just lay there under the big bear, squirming as the enormous cock began to grow soft inside him, while the wolf's own cock remained rock hard and aching for release.

His whole body hummed with the arousal. It was a hot frustration, a pent up need that made his balls ache and while how body tingle. If Edwin could only touch himself for a moment, or even get the chastity cage to rock back and forth a little and provide some stimulation, Edwin was sure he would be able to get off while Daddy fucked him. But the device fit too well for there to be even a little wiggle room, and worse, Edwin knew it had countermeasures installed to prevent unauthorized orgasms. He'd felt the mild shocks several times during Daddy's love making.

So Edwin had to lay there, dick aching, balls churning with need, horny and unsatisfied, while the bear he had just spent the day pleasuring, who's cum was still inside him, fell asleep happy and sated beside his Missy. It was the perfect example of how incredibly unfair things had become in his life. He had probably caused a dozen orgasms for Daddy and his servants throughout the day, and was unable to have even one himself.

One night, Edwin had broken down after Daddy had fucked him like that, sobbing from the sheer desperate need to cum. It was overpowering. He rubbed at the chastity cage desperately, pushed himself back on the bear's dick, but nothing happened. He needed, needed to cum, and he couldn't.

Daddy had held Missy as she cried, kissing away the tears and calling her such a good girl for remaining chaste for him. Missy had begged the bear to let him cum, begged and pleaded for even just a moment of release. The bear simply remind her that she only needed her girly orgasms now, and she had already had several. Those had gotten easier to fake with the edging chastity belt on. Missy didn't have to pretend to gasps and moan in pleasure at all. Only the moment of release, the relief of cumming, was a lie. But because she wanted another orgasm, Daddy had rolled her onto her belly and taken her again, forcing Missy to scream out another false climax just to stroke the big bear's ego.

Edwin relived that moment as the bear fucked him, shuddering as the chastity cage brought him to the peak and then squeezed down hard on his dick, the uncomfortable pressure preventing the wolf from going over the edge. Edwin growled and shook himself out of the memory, the sound turning into a whimper and he pressed a paw to his aching, caged dick under his skirt. His panties were stained with fresh precum, a wet spot that Daddy would certainly remark upon. The bear liked his girl wet and dripping. He was not doing a very good job of distracting himself from sex.

Edwin took several deep breaths, trying to collect his thoughts as the cage around his dick went into a cool down cycle. He would probably have a few minutes to rest, with just light vibration to keep him hard. He shifted about, relaxing his grip on the bench, and tried to think of something that didn't involve Daddy fucking him.

Something like the benches themselves, for example. Edwin wondered about them for a while, focusing on the grain of the wood and the softness of the cushions. They were all over the manor house, and were surprisingly comfortable to sit on despite their strange design. Technically, they were a chaise longue, he supposed, because they were so long and the gentle slope of the one armrest was more like the back of a chair. Their design made it hard to just sit on them. He basically had two options if he wanted to use the chaise lounges comfortably. He could perch on the edge like he was now, as if it were a backless bench. That put his head at the perfect height for Daddy, or anyone else about his height, to walk up and stick their dick in his mouth. The other option was to lounge seductively across them, his back against the chair like back. That was, he supposed, the point of a chaise longue really, to lie seductively across them and entice someone.

At least the things were comfortable to sit on. Had Daddy specifically ordered them this way, so padded and soft? Given that they had been custom made for a slave by an organization which didn't concern itself with the comfort of those it considered mere property, Daddy must have gotten them that way on purpose. And they were custom made, Edwin could tell not just because they were the perfect height for him to sit and wide enough for Daddy to join him, but because they matched the decor of whatever room in the manor they were in. The one in the den was dark leather like Daddy's big sofa. The one in Daddy's office a dark oak like the wall panels, and the upholstery of the foyer chaise longue matched the intricate tile pattern on the floor.

Of course, after spending so much money on them, Daddy ordered him to use the chaise lounges rather than the rest of the manor furniture. Daddy said it was because of how pretty Missy looked posing on them, and the wolf believed that. One time, he'd been laying on the lounge in a back hallway, trying to avoid Daddy and the servants on a warm afternoon. He'd had his legs stretched out, one leg pulled up slightly so his knee could prop up the book he was trying to distract himself with. It was one of the sappy romance novels Daddy had given him to read, but it was all he had because reading any other books was cause for a harsh spanking.

When the bear had rounded the corner of the hall and seen him there, Daddy had frozen in his tracks. Missy had looked up, cringing as Daddy had come over to the couch, the bear's erection running down the leg of his pants. The bear was so turned on by the sight of his Missy 'where she should be', as he put it, that he'd taken the wolf right then and there, spreading her legs and ripping her panties off in a haze of lust. Daddy had literally torn the thin silk away with his claws just so the bear could sink his pride into the wolf a few moments faster. Both of them still fully clothed, Daddy had fucked the wolf on the chaise longue in front of anyone who might have walked passed. Edwin shivered as he thought about how Daddy had plowed into him that time, how the bear had kissed him with so much passion as they fucked, the arched back of the chaise lounge making it easy for the bear to fuck and kiss him at the same time.

A shiver ran down Edwin's spine, and he forced himself to not think about the bear fucking him like that. His skirt had still been on, covering his caged dick as the bear took him. Dressed up like that Missy had probably looked like a flat chested girl being boned hard by her Daddy. 'No, stop thinking about it,' Edwin thought desperately. Think about the furniture, the wolf told himself, anything but fucking Daddy.

He should be thinking about escape. Edwin had to plan something, find some way of getting out of all this. The chastity cage began to vibrate softly, sending shivers up the teenage wolf's spine as it began milking his cock with an endless upward stroke. Edwin's shoulders sagged, his ears flat against his head as he began to squirm in place. The silk of his panties rubbed against his balls as the solid tube of the chastity device stroked him. He tried to resist getting worked up, but it felt like his balls were going to explode as his dick was rubbed and stroked, and Edwin had to force himself not to moan. Three weeks... it had only been three weeks since he had cum, and there was no end in sight. Edwin wasn't sure he could survive another month of this, much less the years of chastity that life with Daddy promised him.

Escape. He had to plan some kind of escape, but he couldn't think of when or how he could accomplish it. Every morning he woke up when his chastity device turned on, like some infernal alarm clock. It was like getting the worst case of morning wood in the world. If Daddy had spent the night in his room, Edwin woke the bear up with a blowjob as soon as the chastity belt began edging him. After he finished getting Daddy off in his mouth, the bear would follow him into the bathroom and watch as Edwin showered. It was creepy to be watched showering like that, but Daddy seemed to enjoy the show. The bear even mentioned one day that he always watched the video of her showering if he wasn't there in person. That had sent a chill down Edwin's spine, and reminded him how even the most normal, little things missy did were an erotic peepshow for Daddy.

After the shower, Daddy would leave to get changed while Missy was strapped down to the cock cleaning station, blindfolded, and unlocked for a few brief minutes of freedom by one of the house staff. Daddy had not overseen Edwin's cleaning since the day he and the wolf had bargained, and Edwin wasn't sure what to make of that. Daddy didn't talk about the deal they'd made if Missy gave herself to him, about being able to cum once a month, just like he didn't talk about what Missy had threatened to do to his balls the day afterward.

Bishop often performed this 'unfortunate' duty, taking the opportunity to tease and play with the wolf when Missy couldn't avoid him. The tiger mocked Missy for her small size and jerked the wolf off a little with his surprisingly soft paws, something that made the wolf hard almost instantly. Sometimes he was strapped into those high tech goggles and shown movies of Daddy stroking himself or sounding that huge cock of his. Most of them seemed to be from before Daddy had actually gotten Missy, based on the way the bear talked during them. The bear had even filmed himself working out, pumping iron and getting really sweaty, finishing his workout session by jerking off on a picture of Missy.

Whatever the daily teasing was, Bishop always took it farther than the other servants. The tiger would use his tongue to lick Missy's balls and talk about how much he'd miss them when they were gone, but almost all of the servants would play with him some as they cleaned his cock. None of them had been stupid enough to listen to Edwin when he begged for release, not after what had happened to Bitch.

After the cleaning, Edwin got dressed in some girlish, and usually skimpy, outfit that Daddy had picked out the night before. The wolf had given in on perfume and begun wearing it most days, but he still drew the line at wearing makeup. He had much less choice when it came to clothing. Daddy seemed to have a real thing for thigh high silk stockings, delicate shoes, and short skirts. And silk underwear. Every single one of the bras and panties Edwin had to choose from were soft silk, often with lace, which stretched badly when the wolf worn them over the chastity belt that kept him hard all day. The bulge they made was always obvious, no matter what skirt Edwin wore, and after a week the wolf gave up trying to hide it. there was no point in trying not to look like he had a constant erection when he usually did.

While he got dress, the servant who had overseen his cleaning went and brought Bitch in to 'do Missy's chores', as Daddy called working the glory hole. Each day the rabbit was dragged, protests ignored, to the wall of Missy's room devoted to the house glory hole. He would be strapped into the Full control strap and left there to relieve the constantly horny staff.

Edwin didn't linger long after the rabbit had been brought in. If he hadn't done so already, Missy went to go wake the bear up with a morning blowjob. Otherwise, he went downstairs for breakfast.

As he thought about his morning routine, Edwin could see that it provided very little chance of escape. If Daddy or Bishop wasn't with him, one of the other servants was. The servants were all familair with him and what his position in the household was, even if he didn't recognize all of them yet. At least, not all by face. Some he could identify by smell and had a good idea what their dick looked like, but he was beginning to learn who the mansion staff were. They ranged in ages from their early twenties to late forties, and seemed to be a motley group of men, as if daddy had acquired their services over time rather than hiring the staff all at once. They also seemed very loyal to Daddy, because they were all very careful to watch Missy as she got ready, even as they were dragging Bitch in from his own room to secure him to the glory hole. not one of them let the wolf out of his sight until he went into Daddy's room or the kitchen downstairs.

Bitch likewise didn't seem like he could offer much help at this point either. At first the rabbit had fought the servants all the way to the glory hole, but that fight had diminished slowly over time into nothing but complete, passive resistance as Bitch's will was broken down. Edwin wished that Trainer Tom's will to fight had lasted longer. He needed someone's help to get out of this mad house, but the rabbit didn't look like a good candidate for that job anymore.

At first, Bitch had resisted his new station in life strenuously. He'd woken Missy in the night by banging on the between their rooms whenever the dog Feral began chewing his balls. It hadn't taken Feral long to figure out that Missy did not want him chewing on Bitch's nuts, and the bruises and teeth marks on the white rabbit's nuts were gone now. The feral dog also seemed genuinely afraid of the feisty she-wolf who lived next door, and would do whatever Missy shouted at him, at least as long as no one else was giving him commands. At least the dog feared him now, rather than seeing him as a personal fuck toy like he did Bitch.

It was probably the way Edwin had kicked or stomped on the dog's balls every time Feral had ignored his commands. Missy had only needed to do it three times before Feral caught on and stopped chewing Bitch's nuts for good. He had not stopped raping Bitch of course, and Edwin wasn't sure there was anything he could change about that. Now, Feral would slink into Missy's room behind the servant bringing in Bitch, lurking by the rabbit as he was hitched up to the glory hole, and usually breeding the bunny until Edwin chased him back to his own room.

Neither of them, Bitch or Feral, seemed like they would be much help trying to escape, but maybe that was only because Edwin couldn't focus enough to come up with a good plan. Just thinking in a straight line was becoming difficult for the wolf now.

Maybe that's what Edwin liked about breakfast with Daddy the most. Every breakfast he had shared with Daddy since giving himself to the bear had been just like the first, with brown bear acting like a fine older gentleman trying to win Missy affections through gifts and kindness, rather than a rough, aggressive slave master intent on taking what he wanted from his property. They were like two new lovers sharing their first meal on a romantic getaway. Daddy doted on Missy, kissing her, holding her paw, and doing little more sexually than running a hand up Missy's skirt to fondle her balls lovingly. It was the one meal of the day where Edwin got to eat his fill, and Daddy seemed happy to linger with his wolf at the table even if it meant being late to the office.

Sometimes their goodbye kiss afterward turned into another blowjob, sometimes not. Sometimes Daddy made Missy 'thank' the kitchen staff, sometimes not, but Edwin looked forward to the meal either way. It was the one time he felt like himself and was able to think clearly.

The wolf gave a shudder and let out a soft howl as the cock cage began to really work his dick over, the stroking becoming a constant motion that vibrated his aching cock. Edwin felt himself getting close again, his chest growing tight as his balls churned, and he began panting. He stared at the front door, hoping desperately that Daddy would be home soon so he could make the milking stop. It was all he could think of. As the days had passed and the constant sexual frustration continued, a new way of thinking, a slave's way of thinking, had begun to settle over Edwin's thoughts like a smothering blanket as his arousal began to peak. Words that the trainers had made him repeat over and over again came back to him as the chastity belt edged him closer and closer.

A slave is obedient. A slave is grateful. A slave is useful. A slave is patient. A slave is worthless without his master.

It was a mantra, and its message was a simple one. Don't think. Don't talk back. Obey. Please your master. What Edwin wanted didn't matter anymore. He should worry only about what Daddy wanted. Say only what Daddy wanted him to. Care only about what Daddy wanted him to do next. Think only about what he might do to please Daddy and earn another orgasm, and hope desperately that Daddy would allow him that privilege which was no longer his as a slave.

Edwin fought against those thoughts, against the whispers in his head that everything would be so much easier if he just stopped fighting and gave in and just let his masters have their way with him. He couldn't do that. Edwin had seen where that led, in the faces of hollow eyed slaves at the training facility who had been there longer than he had. He couldn't do it. He couldn't give up, no matter what Daddy wanted from him. He had to fight back.

But as long as his chastity cage was edging him, coherent thought was almost impossible, making escape while Daddy was away difficult to say the least, and when Daddy was at home, the bear barely ever let Edwin out of his sight.

On those days, the bear had Missy follow him up to his home office after breakfast, where the wolf had to pose on his chaise lounge until Daddy needed something. Missy acted as a twisted sort of secretary for the bear, getting him coffee, snacks, or anything other refreshment Daon wanted. Like a blowjob or sensual massage. After a light lunch, of which Edwin was allowed to eat what was left of Daddy's sandwich, Edwin would usually end up under Daddy's desk, sucking on his huge cock for hours as the bear tried to work.

Daon hosted several more meetings with powerful business men, but Missy was kept in her room for those visits. Daddy evidently didn't want to risk Edwin trying to escape when visitors were in the house. Then came dinner, and unlike breakfast, Missy didn't get a place at the dinner table. No, her place was under it, sucking on Daddy's cock as the bear ate his steak or salmon and go updates from his staff. The wolf only got to eat after he succeeded in getting Daddy off, and Missy had to make it quick if he wanted to eat much of his own meal. Once the bear was done, so was Missy.

Once dinner was over, Daddy would spend 'quality time' with his precious Missy, as he unerringly called Edwin. Not once in the last month had the bear slipped up and call him a boy like the servants sometimes did. With a full meal in his belly and his balls freshly drained, Daon was surprisingly gentle and doting. Sometimes he made Edwin sit beside him as they watched TV in the den. Sometimes, usually when he'd had to leave the house for work, Daddy took the wolf up to his home office so he could work late. Some nights Daddy had Missy pose on the edge of the desk like a model, but often the wolf was sitting in the bear's lap before ending up between his legs again. Other nights, they went somewhere in the manor house to make out like horny teenagers, something which always led to Daddy taking Missy back to her room, tonguing her balls, and fucking her.

One night, the best night, Daddy had even taken Missy on a walk outside in the gardens.

That had been memorable. Being outside, even for such a brief time, had affected Edwin more than he had expected it too. It had been almost three weeks since he'd become Daddy's Missy at that point, and he'd been outside only once since being kidnapped, on his walk from the bear's limo the front door. Before that he'd spent the entire time since being kidnapped inside the training center's sleek, windowless rooms or being transported in moving vans.

Being outside, surrounded by the smell of fresh flowers, feeling the cool wind on his fur, had moved the wolf to tears. Daddy had brushed them away and asked what was wrong. Edwin had babbled, "I... I... the flowers are just so pretty," in order not to make the bear mad. He didn't think telling Daddy how much he missed being outside would be a wise idea.

Daddy had just smiled, and told him to stand right there. The bear disappeared for a moment, then came back holding a pair of pruning shears. Daon carefully cut a rose from a nearby bush and began removing the thorns from the short stem. When he was done, the bear carefully tucked the flower behind the crying wolf's ear. Edwin had smiled, feeling the soft rose petals against his ear as the rose stem was wound into his short head fur. The scent of roses drifted on the afternoon wind, and they had kissed tenderly. It had been a real kiss, soft, warm, and loving. Edwin had worn the flower the rest of day, even as Daddy made love to him that night in his heart shaped bed. The next day, Daddy bought Missy a bottle of rose scented perfume, leaving a fresh cut rose on her makeup counter along with a love note.

That was the real problem, why Edwin couldn't come up with an escape plan... sometimes Daddy did make love to his Missy.

When Daddy was gentle, when he went slow and built up to using his Pride on the young wolf, Daon was a magnificent lover. Having sex with Daddy could feel amazingly good. He was in good shape despite the slight paunch, and Daddy kissed like the devil himself. The bear's pride and joy was a truly magnificent cock, and it made Edwin's whole body ache with pleasure when Daddy held his wolf down and fucked him gently. The feeling of Daddy on his back, pressing into him, kissing his neck at the collar as he took Edwin, possessed him... in that moment being owned didn't feel bad. It felt amazing. If only the bear would go all the way and do what he'd done on stage and jerk him off, or even just remove the damn chastity device and allow Edwin to cum on his own while the bear fucked him, then everything would be alright! It just...

Edwin gasped as a jolt of electricity coursing through his dick brought him back to the present. His shaft throbbed against the rigid device as the chastity cage squeezed his dick again, forcing him back from the edge. Just thinking about making love to Daddy while he was being milked was almost enough to make him cum. At least his chastity belt didn't deliver the same charge that Bitch's did. When the rabbit's cage had shocked him, he'd acted like a Taser had been used on his balls. Edwin just got a very unpleasant and embarrassing jolt.

The young wolf hung his head, panting and glancing around the foyer in embarrassment when he heard someone laughing. Two of the upstairs servants, a cougar and a wolf, were smirking at him from a side room. Dressed in their white shirts and black pants, they were laughing at him from behind their paws, one of them mimicking his to face and then the surprise of the shock to stop him from cumming. Edwin felt a hot blush rise up his face, his soft gray fur hiding the pink flush except for in his inner ears, which he folded back in shame.

A lot of the servants liked to watch him when his chastity device was active. They commented on how sexy the little moans he made were, and said things like, "If you're that horny girl, I know what'll make you moan for real," before they grabbed their dicks.

The servants of the house couldn't just rape him whenever they liked, Daddy didn't allow that thank god. No, they had to get permission to use her body. They either had to get it from Daddy, who seemed happy to share sometimes and strangely jealous at other, or from Missy herself. And it was depressingly easy for them to get permission from Missy. All they had to do was trick the teenage wolf into saying "thank you", because in Daddy's house, the moment that words 'thank you' left Missy's lips, it was an open invitation for the servant she'd thanked to fuck her muzzle.

Edwin had fallen for it a dozen times too. His father had raised him to be polite to the staff, and servants had gotten blowjobs for bringing him food, fresh towels, and even holding doors open for 'the lady' of the house. There seemed to be some kind of competition between the men to see who could be 'thanked' the most by Missy, and all of them wanted a go at her tail.

It was a competition that Daddy happily encouraged, even though he hadn't yet given one of them permission to fuck his girl. The bear seemed to take real pride in how well his girl could suck cock, any man's cock, and half the time Edwin ended up on his knees it was because Daddy had ordered Missy to thank someone for something. Currently, the chef had earned the most of this type of blowjob, and Edwin was becoming depressingly familiar with the horse's fat cock, but he sucked a lot of dicks, even though he wasn't yet 'doing his chores'.

For example, just before coming down to wait for Daddy, Edwin had been so horny and desperate that he'd actually intentionally 'thanked' one of the staff who had done something nice for him, on the mere off chance that blowing the man would stop his chastity device, or at least distract him from the milking. The middle aged raccoon had been happily stunned to have the 'prettiest girl on the estate' as he put it, give him a blowjob. The man had gone slowly, savoring Missy's pretty mouth, and by the time he'd finished two other servants had stumbled onto their tryst. Edwin had been forced to give three more blowjobs, the raccoon getting it back up again for round two, before escaping.

"Daddy's coming home, I can't keep him waiting," Missy had babbled, and it was clear that the other two servants weren't pleased with being denied a chance for a second blowjob as well. Missy felt only a twinge of guilt about reminding them that they could always make use of the glory hole upstairs. Not because he felt bad about Bitch having to suck the randy men off, but because he didn't want the staff to actually make a habit of using the thing once it was his turn to work the hole again.

Edwin fretted, wringing his paws as he thought about the gentle raccoon and how sucking his cock had felt. It had taken the edge off of his own sexual frustration and it had felt good to submit like that, at least until the other two men had arrived. That had changed things, making it impersonal and rough. That mirrored the imbalance between days when Daddy was home, and days when he wasn't. The hot, scary, but loving intensity of his... relationship with Daddy, whatever it really was, and being abandoned to the whims of the mansion staff.

Once Daddy was gone, Edwin had to try desperately to avoid the servants, especially Bishop, who hunted him throughout the house in hopes of getting a chance with Missy rather than resorting to the glory hole. If only he had some way of reliably avoiding them, even for a little while, things might have been alright. He could ride out the milking in a daze and not do something he regretted later.

But there was nowhere a teenage wolf in a dress could hide in the manor house. Edwin's pink, frilly room offered no privacy, especially since Bitch was still 'doing Missy's chores'. That punishment should have ended by now, but the rabbit had gotten an extension by upsetting Daddy by trying to rim the bear again, despite how poorly Daddy had reacted to it the first time. Edwin hadn't realized that was what had set Daddy off the night he'd cum hands free until later, when he caught the bear trying to hide the fact he was getting rimmed by the rabbit while licking Missy's balls. Edwin wasn't sure why the rabbit kept doing it, but he'd done it enough that Daon had begun demanding it some nights. Daddy had then rewarded the rabbit for pleasing him orally by extending his time servicing one penis after another at the mansion glory hole even longer.

Edwin couldn't stand to be in the room while Bitch was working the glory hole. The sounds the rabbit made as he choked and struggled on the unending parade of dicks that were pushed into the room where Missy slept at night was just too much for the wolf to handle. Edwin just couldn't forget that soon he would be 'doing his chores' again, that he would be the one working the glory hole, sucking cock after cock, and the teenage wolf was dreading that. Even if he did seek out a dick to suck sometimes to take the edge off, it wouldn't be the same. He wouldn't be in control at the glory hole.

After three weeks of their constant head games, and with the promise that soon Daddy would tire of punishing Bitch and Edwin would be working the glory hole full time, the wolf had begun to hate the men who staffed the estate. He hated the way they talked to him, always referring to him as Missy and 'girl' despite his protestations of boyhood. Edwin hated the way they looked at him, like a piece of meat they were going to eat. He hated the way they helped Daon imprison him, help torture him sexually. Help the bear deny him release.

How could someone be party to this... this debauchery? Why would they do this? Was it really all for the promise of free blowjobs and maybe some ass? Would someone really do that?

Then again, Daddy had paid an extravagant amount of money to an organization dedicated to providing slaves to rich men all just so the bear could have someone to fuck whenever he wanted too. So maybe it wasn't so outlandish that there were men willing to help him for a modest paycheck and regular access to a staffed glory hole. Maybe being regularly serviced was enough for them.

It seemed to be enough for Daddy, and the bear was certainly receiving regular service. He got a wake up blowjob, a goodbye kiss blowjob, and a blowjob at dinner every night. On days Daddy worked from home, Missy would give him another blowjob around noon and another in the late afternoon. If the bear went into the office, Daddy made up for the missed midday blowjobs by fucking Missy hard fucking at night. And that didn't take into account the times Daddy fucked him at random. Edwin had been bent over Daddy's desk, a couch in his den, and had even had his skirt raised up in the middle of the hallway. Three, four, sometimes five, regular orgasms a day were evidently what it took to keep Daddy's impressive balls well drained, and that changed the bear.

Daddy smiled a lot, which seemed to surprise his staff. He worked from home more and more as the weeks passed, though he hardly got as much done with Missy there to distract him. It was clear that as the days passed, Daon was moving at a more sedate pace. He was less quick to anger, except when Missy disobeyed him. Even then there was a moment's hesitation, as if he was waiting for her to do something when she rebelled. The only other time he got angry was if one of the servants upset or touched the wolf outside the rules he'd established. No one had crossed a line, but Missy could tell that Daon would react just as swiftly and angrily as he had with Tom if someone did.

Daddy also kept mentioning how happy he was that Missy had settled into her new life. Kept asking if she was happy with him, if she loved him. Edwin always answered in as fake and flattering a way as he could manage. He never quite kept the resentment out of his voice though. It was all a pretty lie to please the bear, but Edwin knew things could be worse.

A shiver crawled up Edwin's spine as the chastity cage began milking his cock again.

They could always be worse, they-

Edwin's head jerked up, his ears cupped forward. Gravel crunched under the tires of a car outside, and Daddy's butler moved over to the front door, and with one eye on Missy, opened it for her master.

Daddy was barely in the door before Edwin was kneeling at his feet, unzipping the bear's pants. The wolf had the bear's underwear pulled down and out of the way before Daon even realized what was happening, so that Daddy's first sight of his Missy was of the teenage wolf's baby blue eyes looking back up at him as her pretty lips wrapped around his dick.

Daon's cock was soft, but that was no problem to an Organization trained pet like Missy. The wolf's lips caressed the bear's tip as he drew the still impressively large penis into his muzzle and began to suck. The bear's cock gave a jump as Daddy realized what Missy was doing, and a little moan escaped from the wolf's muzzle as it began growing thicker. Edwin was so horny right now that touching a cock, any cock not just his own, felt amazing. Edwin took the bear to the root. Daddy's cock got hard quickly, but the wolf's muzzle had some time to adjust as it grew.

"Missy! Oh, oooh I see you missed your Daddy today sweetie..." Daon mumbled as he stumbled back against the front door, one of those big paws of his coming to rest on the back of Missy's head. Daddy pulled Missy forward, rubbing the back of his pet's head, causing the tag of her collar to jingle slightly. That sound, the jingle of the dog tag that labeled him as "Daddy's Missy", always made the wolf cringe, but Missy's ears were already splayed backwards. Missy didn't close her eyes as the bear's paw gripped his head and held her down on Daddy's cock. Missy kept them open and looked up as she sucked the growing shaft, meeting Daddy's eyes as it grew to fill its home in Missy's muzzle. Missy wanted him to see her pretty blue orbs watering as she began to choke on Daddy's cock, because that's what a good slave did with a free man's cock.

The thick shaft of the bear's Pride began pushing down Missy's throat just the way Daddy liked it to. Missy held Daon's eyes as the bear's dick rapidly expanded in his muzzle, cutting off his airflow as it reached full length. The wolf tried to whimper, her throat convulsing around the massive cock in obvious discomfort. Daddy smiled down at his Missy, a big doting grin on his face as he eased up on his grip, letting her begin to give him a blowjob properly.

The front door remained open as Missy's muzzle went to work the bear's Pride, her short skirt riding up as she knelt on the floor. It might have been her muzzle getting filled, but the wolf's tail was in the proper position for a trained product, lifted up high over the back, exposing the pink panties Missy wore just enough for Daddy to see. The sight made the bear's cock twitch, and it made for quite a show for those watching too. The open front doorway framed the young wolf boy in his short skirt, kneeling in front of 'her' Daddy and sucking cock like a champion. The business suited bear's big cock jutted out from his dark slacks and disappeared between those pretty lips of Missy's, whose own cock swayed between her legs, chastity device keeping her from jerking off but making sure her blowjob was enthusiastic.

Edwin was pretty good at sucking cock now, weeks of practice had made for near perfect, but he still struggled to suck Daddy Pride off properly. Even after a full month of having it rammed inside him, the bear's dick was still shockingly big to the teenage wolf. No matter how many times he put Daon's penis into his mouth, Edwin still gagged when the bear pushed his entire length into his property's muzzle. The only thing that the last three weeks of sucking Daddy's Pride had changed was that his jaw no longer became sore as quickly as it once had.

Edwin pulled off and traced his tongue along the underside of the huge cock, lapping and marveling at the huge dick. Daddy's Pride was truly deserved the title the bear had given it. Daddy's cock was so thick Edwin couldn't make his fingers touch when wrapping his paw around it. The bear had a prominent urethra along the bottom that throbbed whenever he came or pissed, and Edwin liked to press his tongue against that ridge and feel the bear's cum pumping through it as it spilled down his throat.

After licking at the bear's balls some, the wolf traced that prominent bulge it with her tongue to the tip of Daddy's dick, where the bear had a perfect flaring crown that Edwin could feel rubbing against the roof of his mouth as he went back down on the bear. He played with that too, running his tongue around the flare before licking at the piss slit, digging out the bear's copious pre with his tongue just like Daddy had instructed during the very first blowjob Edwin had given as Missy.

The bruin groaned when Missy's tongue pressed against his slit, his dick throbbing and squirting another thick glob of pre into the wolf's muzzle. Everything about Daddy's cock was big and impressive. It got rock hard, it leaked like a drippy faucet, and responded to the wolf's every touch and squeeze, jumping and throbbing whenever the bear wanted it to. It dominated Edwin's world when he was sucking it, and it was a joy to do so when Daddy let him set the pace like this. The truth was, the wolf was so horny that even if he wasn't being forced to do so, Edwin would have be on his knees worshipping the bear's cock anyways.

Edwin stroked his paws along the huge shaft, head bobbing at the tip, and began to play with the bears balls. Like his Pride, Daddy's balls were impressive. The wolf's paws pulled them through the fly of brown bear's expensive slacks so they hung down outside his slacks, and they hung down low under his huge cock, the fat orbs filling the wolf's paws. Daon began to rumble low in his chest as Edwin started playing with his nuts. Daddy's balls were sized to fit his massive dick, and they seemed to churn with cum as Edwin's paws rolled and rubbed at them. Edwin began squeezing them as the wolf bobbed his muzzle up and down the first half of Daddy's cock, the fat orbs pressing against his chin whenever Daddy forced him to go all the way down.

Missy couldn't help but think about how many loads of cum the testicles in his paws had produced for him. It had to be over a hundred by now, right? Daddy had cum inside Missy three or four times a day, every day, for a month. How much cum was that by volume? A liter? A gallon? What about the nuts of the men who served Daddy? Missy had given almost as many blowjobs to the staff as Daddy, thanks to that first week of working the glory hole. How little of his own cum had spilled in comparison to the real men around her...

Edwin pushed that thought away, even as between his legs his own cock ached in its cage, leaking pre nonstop now. He lapped at the tip of Daddy's cock with his tongue, tracing the flare of the bear's cock head as his own ached from the vibration of his chastity cage. He had to focus on getting Daddy off so the tortuous edging would stop. Using both paws, the wolf milked a thick bead of pre from the long shaft, digging it from the slit with his tongue, before opening his throat wide so he could go all the way down on the bear again.

Or at least, almost all the way down. Daddy let Missy use her paws to squeeze the base of his cock, providing the pressure and friction he evidently needed down there to cum. That had taken Edwin forever to figure out, because Daddy didn't tell him that's what he wanted, he just forced the wolf to deepthroat him to completion. Now that Missy knew to keep her paws moving while squeezing the base of his shaft, the wolf's blowjobs were not only better for the bear, but Missy was able to avoid having the bear ram the last few inches down her throat. As long as Missy squeezed the bear's cock base and balls hard enough, Daddy was usually able to get off from the blowjob just fine. But if not, then Daddy to force the wolf to deepthroat him for several awful minutes to get off.

It was usually around this point, when Missy's jaw began to ache and his paws started to lose their grip, that the teenage wolf either managed to get Daddy off or had to endure a rough face fucking as the bear took over. Daddy was huffing and groaning pretty loudly, but he wasn't on the edge. He was enjoying it, revealing in being serviced, but he wasn't about to cum. The moment seemed to draw out, Edwin's muzzle trying as hard as he could to please his owner, tongue and lips working desperately.

Daddy's loud growl of pleasure as he passed the point of no return made the bear's big belly shake, and he started to tense up as he got close. Edwin sighed with relief and squeezed Daddy's nuts more, working the huge shaft, eyes turned upward towards Daddy's face. Edwin tried to catch Daon's eyes as the bear's body began to flex and shake like he always did just prior to orgasm, a sight Missy was now very familiar with.

The bear's expression glowed with approval as he looked down at Missy. His eyes were half closed as he smiled a big, wide grin. Daddy's paws began caressing Edwin's head as the wolf worshipped his dick. Soon Daddy was panting heavily, his paws clutching rather than caressing, and Edwin kept sucking eagerly, desperate to maintain this rhythm as Daddy's cock flexed, his own cock aching in its cage. If he could just suck hard enough, if he could just make the bear enjoy it enough, maybe Daddy would return the favor. The bear huffed, his belly, chest, and arms flexing, showing off his strength as Edwin's mouth slid over his shaft. The wolf squeezed Daddy's balls hard, and that sent the bear over the edge. Daddy pulled his Missy's head forward as he came with a grunt, hot seed splashing the back of the wolf's throat as the bear's balls began to unload.

Edwin's eyes closed, his muzzle full of throbbing bear cock as he surrendered himself to the moment. He gave in to being the mouth Daddy's Pride was meant to fuck. To being a thing the bear used for release. Relief washed through Edwin's body as Daddy's balls emptied, like cool water running over a burn. It felt so amazing Edwin hardly noticed as Daddy's cum was pumped into his guts. So good that it left the teenage wolf feeling light headed, almost giddy, as if he'd had an orgasm too. In that moment of release, Edwin submitted himself to his role as 'Missy' as a wave of pleasure washed over him.

The wolf's chastity device had stopped teasing him.

The ache in his balls remained, but there was no longer the stimulation. The constant edging closer and closer to orgasm only to be denied was now just just a steady pressure on his shaft. The relief was incredible. Five hours of constant stroking, vibration, and near orgasms had driven Edwin almost crazy, and the sudden lack of that stimulation felt a lot like an orgasm all by itself.

It was a false orgasm, a slave's orgasm of relief. The simple cessation of pain combined with the lingering endorphins of sex, but Edwin let those thoughts, the thoughts of a slave, take over for a moment. For that moment he was Missy.

Daddy's Pride pulsed against Missy' tongue as cum spilled down her throat into its new home in her belly. It was a powerful feeling, having to submit to this huge cock. Missy's whole life was one of being dominated now, and this cock was what ruled her. When Daddy's grip relaxed after the initial thrust of orgasm, Missy pulled back, swirling her tongue around the broad tip as it sprayed more cum into the slave's muzzle. She even stroked the bear's shaft with her paws, trying to please Daddy just a little bit more. Missy stared up at Daddy, in awe of the bear's huge cock, in awe of Daon, as the relief of making the bear happy fill her. Making Daddy cum, making the teasing stop, was enough to-

"Well, well, well, quite a show Missy puts on," a deep voice said from the doorway. Edwin's heart skipped a beat and fear made him turn to look at the open door in surprise, pulling off Daddy's cock with a wet pop. "Didn't even have to tell her to do it either."

Mason stood in the doorway, flanked by two young, barely clothed, panther boys. A thick glob of cum splattered Missy's cheek, and the horrified look on Missy's face at being caught blowing Daddy so willingly brought a smirk to the boar's snout. The boar's pants began bulging as Edwin's face flushed and a look of embarrassed horror spread across his face as Daddy's spurting Pride was rubbed across his face, warm cum gushing against his left cheek, the front door open for the world to see Edwin's acceptance of his role as a slave.

Mason, the driver, some servants, and the two panther slaves... nothing close to a crowded theater, but anybody could have been there. Anybody could have seen him act like a cock crazed slut. Edwin didn't even think about who Daddy might have brought home with him, he'd just... worshiped the bear's cock without thinking. What if his father and all those business men had been out there?

Edwin's ears folded back as Daon reached down and grabbed his Pride, guiding his fat cock head back to Missy's mouth. The bear stroked his shaft, milking another thick glob of cum free and smearing it across Missy's pretty lips, frosting them with cum.

Mason sauntered over and still smirking, reached down and pinched Missy's face on the clean cheek like a grandfather. "I've always said that even the prettiest boy can be made prettier. Good work Daon, Missy looks good wearing your cum. Shame he hasn't learned to give you full service yet."

Edwin blanched, staring up at Mason as his ears folded back, shame and humiliation burning in his chest as the boar's eyes twinkled. The boar had all but guaranteed what was about to happen next.

Daddy huffed with annoyance, "I didn't think I'd have to remind you Mason, but Missy is a girl. A very good girl. See?" Daddy's paw turned Missy's head back to face his cock, and then hooked a finger into the wolf's pink collar to pull Missy back onto his dick for Full Service. There was a gleam in the boar's eyes as Missy made a momentary, pointless struggle, putting her paws on the bear's legs to resist. "Presentation Position Three," the bear snapped, and without thinking, Edwin fell into the position he'd had pounded into his brain. Kneeling, legs spread, crotch thrust forward, arms behind his back as he looked up at his master. With a smile, the bear pulled his girl forward by her collar, the tip of his fat cock slipping past her lips.

Edwin wanted to die as the bear mumbled, "That's it sweetie, Daddy's got your favorite treat for you..." just before he sighed lovingly and relaxed the muscles in his bladder to the thought of how wonderful it was to be home again.