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Moby sighed in relief, slouching against the bars of his motorcycle. Two weeks... This mission had gone on waaay longer than he'd anticipated. Those poachers were fast, and they bolted at even the slightest sign they might be watched. It was hard to pin them down, but Moby got them both in the end. Two Dolphins, both bottlenose, poaching endangered fish out in the Bahamas to sell on the black market. He'd seen that both of them were put in cuffs and thrown in the back of a police cruiser before driving down to the beach for some well-deserved R&R. He hadn't slept in three days... A little nap in the sand was all he'd needed to recharge, and the staff of the wildlife preserve knew he was there, so he wouldn't be bothered.

Well, that's what he'd thought, anyway. Moby was woken when a dark shadow passed over him, and the sound of someone clearing their throat helped to bring him back around. The Orca opened his eyes to see the slightly blurred outline of a fox standing over him, leaning down with an arm extended to help him up. It took a minute, but Moby recognized him as Sanmer, the person that had tipped him off. He took the Fox's hand and sat up before wiping the sand off his bare back, looking at him expectantly.

"Well, I can't say I was wrong when I called you guys to help out. You did a fine job, much better than the local police ever would have done."

"I was just doing what I could, y'know? Knowing the waters are safe is all the thanks I need."

Moby knew where this was going. He'd be offered some kind of reward, he'd have to turn it down, explain that's not the way he did things... but Sanmer just smiled, giving him an odd look. Moby returned it, and the two sat in silence for a few minutes. Moby was wondering if the Fox was going to say anything, or if he should just leave, when a growl broke the silence between them. Riiight... Moby hadn't gotten the chance to eat anything since the other day. He'd finally gotten a fix on the dolphins, and it had taken all day to find them.

"Alright, I've done this enough times to know you 'hero' types can't accept rewards. Be that as it may, at least let me make you dinner for your hard work. And it's not payment either, just two guys enjoying each other's company."

Moby let out a low hum. Weeeeell... He supposed it was alright when you put it that way, and he wasn't one to turn down a free meal. You never knew when your next chance to rest was going to be when you fought crime on the side. So, with a slightly reluctant sigh, the Crime-Fighting cetacean nodded.

"Alright, I guess. But I'm not going to stay long, crime never rests and all that crap... Lead the way."

It was a - thankfully - quick ride from the wildlife preserve to Sanmer's house. It was in true beach-bum style, and obviously made for economy rather than creature comforts. Night had fallen by the time they arrived, and Moby would have missed the house if Sanmer hadn't pulled his jeep up the dirt path leading to it. It was small, obviously meant for only one person to live comfortably. But it fit Moby just fine. He liked being able to see the moon shining off the sea, especially on a quiet night like-

"Here, do you mind if I put the radio on? I'm afraid I'm pretty quiet when I cook; have to focus on not burning anything. But, I do like to enjoy some music out here, since it's about the only company you get."

Moby just nodded and swallowed his annoyance. He was in someone else's home, he had no right to be irritated by them wanting to enjoy some music. He just hoped the Fox had good taste... The Orca let out a sigh of relief, leaning back in the reclining beach chair he'd claimed. Slow, bass-rich island music met his ears, and the Orca closed his eyes. Alright, this was arguably just as good as the silence... The deep tones almost reminded him of a pod of whales singing. He'd probably have dozed off if he hadn't remembered he was in a stranger's house. But this was nice, and Moby could feel himself relaxing...

Moby was on his knees, naked, arms bound behind his back, sucking on someone's cock. His unnaturally long tongue was doing an amazing job working the person... No, his 'master', to an orgasm. It curled and coiled, undulating around their flesh while he suckled. Master seemed to approve, rewarding his good little slave with a hearty helping of protein-rich cum. His own prehensile length was writhing, having gone untouched, but pleasing his master was all he needed to be happy and-

"Hey, sorry to wake you from your nap, but the food's done. Hope you like seafood chowder."

Moby felt a pleasant tingle as he was once again woken by the shadow of a Fox passing over him, and a soft paw shaking his muscular arm. The Orca grunted and sat himself up. Oh... Well, that was embarrassing. The Orca's cock had swollen to full length while he was dreaming, the thick, long rod easily up to his abs and leaking like a faucet. It had left a slimy trail of pre across his pants and his stomach, seeming to have been writhing like it had in his dream.

"Uh... Looks like you were having a pretty good dream there, big guy. Hey, hey, not to worry, we all get wet dreams when we're a little pent up. Here, take those off and I'll get the washed for you before you leave."

Moby hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his pants, but he stopped before moving on. This... wasn't right, he knew that. Sanmer was a stranger, for all intents and purposes. He shouldn't be stripping naked in front of him, much less letting the fox wash pre from a wet dream out of his pants! He started to pull his hands away and dismiss the Fox, but Sanmer spoke faster than he did.

"It's not like you've got anything to hide, right? I'm already clearly seeing you hard, so all those are really hiding is a bit of your thighs. Trust me, you'll be fine without them."

Moby felt a sudden vibe wash over him and blinked in confusion. Shaking it off, he sighed. The damage had already been done, he supposed. His pants had failed to cover the thing they were designed to hide. The Orca unbuckled his only real clothing and slid out of it, leaving him completely exposed. His muscular frame was free to the night air, giving Sanmer a good look at his barrel chest and washboard abs while he reclined, muscular arms supporting his head. His impressive cock gave an irate flick while he sat, hitting Moby dead on the nose. The droplet didn't last long before it was licked away, and... and Moby was a little surprised he'd just done that, especially in front of Sanmer. The fox, thankfully, didn't seem to notice a thing. He'd gone back in the house, likely to throw Moby's pants in the washer, leaving the Orca all alone once again.

"Be back in a second, you just relax and make yourself at home!" Sanmer called from somewhere in the house. "You must be tired after chasing those poachers for so long. You're welcome to crash here if you want!"

That was nice of him, Moby thought. He had to admit, Sanmer had a nice place here. A beautiful vista of the ocean, with the waves as a natural lullaby every night. He felt himself relaxing again, letting out a long sigh. Memories of his dream popped back up in his head after he closed his eyes, and he wondered how good it must have felt to have a tongue as unique as his... Mmnngh! Moby's eyes snapped open when he tasted pre on his tongue. A shiver ran up his spine, and looking down confirmed what he felt; His tongue and his cock were wrapped around one another, squeezing tight! The mutated Orca quickly pulled his accursedly long tongue into his maw. The action made it rub over his wiggling cock, which in turn made it wiggle harder from the waves of pleasure radiating through his groin.

What in the world had gotten into him?! Was he really that out of it to not even realize his own tongue wrapping around his cock? Something was definitely wrong here. Moby sighed and reclined once more, trying to tune back in to the slow, calming beach music Sanmer had playing. He just needed some sleep, and maybe a good lay... Thoughts like that weren't normally on his mind, but with the way his body was acting, he could only chalk it up to a backup of hormones and testosterone. A good night's sleep would surely help to clear his mind...

"My word is divine law, you hear me? You'll do what I say, when I say it, without hesitation, and you'll love it! Mmph!"

Moby just let out a long, drawling moan in response, his eyes rolling back up in his head. Master was taking him hard, his canine prick plunging in and out of the Orca's tight ass. Pleasure arched up Moby's spine with every thrust, and just the feeling of those soft, white paws on his shoulders was bliss to him. He clung to Master's every word, even if he was almost too overloaded with pleasure to focus.

"You want me, you want my body, my affection, my praise... You'll do whatever it takes to make me happy, just like now!"

That voice was... familiar. Moby was sure he'd heard it somewhere before. The feeling of a knot pressing against his pucker was a quick distraction from that train of thought, and Master knotted him with just a few quick, hard thrusts. Both Orca and Fox cried out in bliss, and Master hunched forward behind him. Moby looked back, wanting to see his Master's face twist in pleasure from his release, his blonde hair all messy and his blue eyes shut tight as he howled and-

Moby bolted upright, sweat dripping off his body. His cock was throbbing and leaking harder than it had after his first 'nap', and Moby felt strange. His mind was fuzzy with more than just sleep, and his limbs were a little shaky. He... he needed to move around, and- Aahh... Need pounded at the back of his groggy mind, and Moby fought the urge to start pumping. He was in someone else's home, he wasn't about to start jerking it on their patio... Though, what was going on already wasn't much better. Moby decided it wise to act on his impulse to get up and move around, clear his head before he tried to sleep again.

"Ah, having trouble sleeping, I see."

In the darkness of the hut's small living room, Moby made out the silhouette of Sanmer. A shiver of excitement ran up Moby's spine, and the fuzzy feeling in his head grew a little stronger. Why was he feeling this way? His cock practically reached out to Sanmer, as if it was trying to pull the Orca along with it. Moby just let out a groan and nodded while he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Y-yeah, just some bad dreams..." He replied, not noticing the excitement in his voice.

"Bad, or dirty? Your dick seems to indicate the latter. You must have really liked them if its getting this strong a reaction out of you."

Moby couldn't bite back a groan of desire, another shiver racing up his spine. It was like Sanmer's voice was turning him on with every word he spoke! It was so familiar. "Uhh, I-I guess? They were fun, but... They weren't s-something I usually enjoy..."

"Like Master making you feel good?"

Moby's brow furrowed. Wait a minute, how did he know that? Something wasn't right here. The orca opened his mouth to say something, but Sanmer chuckled and cut him off with a hand. He watched Sanmer rise from the couch and step in to the moonlight, and he noticed the devious grin the fox wore. It sent another thrill of delight up his spine and leaking cock.

"Oooh yes, I know all about your dreams, pet."

Moby bit his lip and moaned, nearly collapsing on to his knees. N-No, it couldn't be! How did this little bastard know about his dreams!? He leaned against the nearby bookshelf for support, and nearly brought the entire thing down when he collapsed from Sanmer's touch. The fox had only squeezed his tip between two fingers, but it sent delightful shockwaves through his loins, and the hormone-addled orca nearly came right then and there.

"My, my, someone's so very eager for Master's touch. Stand at attention, pet, let me get a good look at you. And no moving, squirming makes it hard to appreciate what I've got."

"Y-You wha- Nnng! No!"

Moby wanted to lash out and grab Sanmer, force the fox to explain what the hell he'd done, but his arms only reached for the bookcase again to help get the orca to his feet. His arms trembled with the effort he put into trying to move them, but he simply couldn't bring himself to strike or grab the smug bastard in from of him. Moby's arms fell behind his back, clasping each other lightly, and his legs spread out a bit more to give Sanmer better access between them.

"Mhmm... Not bad, not bad at all... Damn, you've got a nice body."

"You'll appreciate it all the more when I'm cracking your head with my fist..."

Moby wanted to wring Sanmer's neck, but he couldn't even get a twitch out of his traitorous body. Around and around the smug little fox went, touching and stroking and rubbing. His fingers were deft and practiced, and he seemed to know just where to touch to get a shiver from his 'pet'.

"Now, now, you're being a bad pet. Bad pets get punished, especially ones under my care. Why not put your tongue to some good use and lick yourself for a bit? Show me why you're called 'Moby Lick'."

Moby opened his mouth to spit more vitriol at Sanmer, but was quickly silenced by his tongue darting out to wrap around his dick. His cock pointed up towards his head and graciously accepted the embrace with his long, dexterous tongue.

"Wha did yo-uuunnnh-do to mee-mmnggh..."

His shaft began to wiggle and squeeze in tandem with his tongue, and the sensations that coursed through Moby's body were more intense than he'd ever felt in his life. His eyes rolled back in his head, and thoughts of getting back at Sanmer were lost for a time. He'd never been all that sexually active, with a few one-night partners once every blue moon. As such, he'd never really used his tongue in such a manner, at least on himself. The way it wrapped and squeezed, just licking his cock made Moby see stars, and as wrong as all this was, he couldn't deny that he was enjoying licking his own dick like this. He'd need to 'treat himself' more often!

"Good Pet. I knew I'd made a good choice with you, Moby. Strong, willful, and oh so sexy! I've had my eye on you and your friends for a while now, and I'm finally going to have the lot of you as my pets and playthings. I've wanted to see the mighty Street Sharks and Moby Lick in the flesh while they stroke their flesh ever since I first learned of you. I figured I'd start with the loner of the group; you, since you usually do your own thing. 'Heroes' are a lot easier to catch when other heroes aren't sticking their noses into things."

Moby tried to rekindle his inner fire and attempt to strike Sanmer again, but instead, failing to do so, let out a series of moans and groans. God, this felt so good! This must have been why his few sexual partners had been so keen on him using his tongue on them! The way it writhed against his shaft and practically milked the pre out of him had Moby seeing stars and his dick pulsing, pre flicking against his chest and stomach and making a mess of himself. It was too much, even with his anger at being in this situation. He could feel himself approaching one hell of a massive orgasm, and his eyes clenched tight, breath held, bracing himself for the intense pleasure...

"Oh, you think you can cum, how cute! No, my Pets aren't allowed to cum without my permission. You're not to spill a single drop of seed without my direct permission, Pet."

Moby barely registered Sanmer's words, and what he did catch made him want to laugh. Sanmer's control might have been keeping him from moving his body, but hell would freeze over before he could do anything to stop this monster release! Moby stood there, bracing for impact, the pleasure rising and the edge creeping closer... Closer..... C-Closer... And... Closer.... Come on, just go over already! Moby's eyes snapped open after almost two minutes without orgasm, thoughts confused and clouded with lust. He was so close, and just very slowly getting closer without ever reaching the breaking point! He grunted and groaned and moaned, anger welling up inside him again.

"See? I told you, I'm the Master now, what I say goes, regardless of what you want to happen. I caught you fair and square... Well, not fair, but I caught you. It was so easy, to boot. The boys I hired put on a wonderful performance, especially since they had a lookout relaying your every move to them. All that running around to make you tired and weak took a while, but it definitely paid off in the end."

The look on Moby's face must have been priceless, because Sanmer started to chuckle. No... No, he couldn't have, no one would have taken this job with the risk of years in prison! But Sanmer took pause then, leaving Moby where he was, so desperate to cum, and flopped back down on the couch in a splayed manner, legs spread wide and arms draped across the back.

"And those police actors? Man, they'd have had me fooled too if I hadn't of been the one to pay them. Renting that police car was a little pricey, but you're a good investment. Once your 'job' was done, getting you back up here was a piece of cake. My boys had kept you so busy you hardly ate or slept, and that's all it took for you to accept an offer of food from a total stranger. You never did get to eat, which is a shame... I'm not too bad at cooking. Once you were here I just had to flip on the hypnotising track the boys back at my lab had prepared and you were mine the second you dozed off."

Moby's shock was diluted with intense pleasure. God, he was so, so close now! He only crept closer, hips flexing back and forth of their own accord now from the need his body felt for release. Sanmer licked his lips and grinned again, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of him.

"Come here, Pet. Let me show you how screwed you are before I screw you. I want you to strip me and then blow me while you slide as much of that interesting tongue of yours inside me as you can."

Moby had no intention of stopping the almost blissful pleasure radiating from his cock, and even less inclination to touch Sanmer unless it was to throttle him. Yet, his body was more than happy to obey, striding right on over to him and falling to his knees. Moby's cock throbbed angrily from the sudden lack of stimulation, wiggling and slinging pre in every direction, but his body ignored Moby's will to continue touching himself.

His hands slid up Sanmer's thighs instead, rubbing and stroking gently. The fox was already nice and hard from watching Moby toy with himself, and the scent of his arousal permeated Moby's senses. Damn it, what he wouldn't give to snap it in half right now... His tongue slid out of his mouth again, coiling around the canine length, drawing a few twitches and a bead of pre from the tip. Moby had never given someone oral in his life, and while he might have enjoyed this if it were with someone he trusted, he wanted to gag at the taste of Sanmer's essence on his tongue.

It just kept coiling, round and round his dick from the tip to the base, squeezing tight. Once the tip of his tongue prodded Sanmer's sheath, it started to snake down his balls. This drew a groan from the fox, and a growl from Moby, who glared up at his captor. Sanmer seemed to be loving every second of this, his cock twitching while Moby's tongue slid and rasped over his flesh, tip prodding against his taint and eventually between the cheeks of his rear.

Sanmer gave a stronger shudder and curled his toes. Moby could feel the pucker of his tailhole against the tip of his tongue, and he wanted to pull away and gag. There was no way his tongue was going in there! And yet it was, pushing in with little difficulty and beginning to squirm. Sanmer groaned and rolled his hips into the air, grin plastered on his muzzle. Smug prick... Once Moby was out of this he'd knock that smile off his face, along with all of his teeth.

"I see you glaring daggers, but I'm not the one that was dumb enough to go to a remote location in a strange place with a stranger without telling anyone first. You ignored every red flag for a free meal, and ended up hypnotized. I suppose you're wondering how that works, aren't you? Well, that new-wave beach music crap the radio plays is just loaded up with aaaaaall kinds of subliminal messages and soundwaves designed to affect Orcas specifically, even if they're mutated. I stream it directly from my lab. The primary layer of the music was designed to help you relax and make you more susceptible to subliminal messaging. Once you dozed off, the secondary layer kicked in, implanting commands and desires to be an obedient slave, eagerly serving your Master."

Moby recalled the first, odd dream he had and a surge of pleasure washed through him as he continued to lick and squeeze Sanmer's dick. His traitorous tongue continued to push further into Sanmer's ass, thoroughly exploring the passage for its intended goal.

"Of course it wouldn't do to have you serving just anybody who wants to be your Master. A trigger phrase was programmed into the music; the first person you hear the phrase from would be programmed into your subconscious as Master. Can you guess the phrase? I'll tell you anyway, it's Seafood Chowder. When you didn't question my request to get naked, I knew it had worked and your subconscious had already accepted me as Master. You have no idea how hard it was for me not to play with you in your sleep, you sex-Eeeeep!"

Sanmer gasped and bucked, Moby's tongue having prodded hard against his prostate. A large wad of pre shot from his tip and hit Moby between the eyes, much to his chagrin, filling his senses with the fox's scent. Sanmer recovered after a moment, but he was clearly straining to focus through the tip of Sanmer's tongue dancing against that wonderful gland.

"M-Mmph... S-So while you slept, the triggers continued to work, making you d-dream about subbing to me... Fuck, this feel amazing... A-And want to obey my every com-maaaahh~"

Sanmer grunted and rolled his hips into the air, and Moby could feel something around the base of his cock growing under his tongue. He was getting close, Moby realized, and his knot was starting to swell. The orca had only ever been with a canine male once, and he knew the pains of being knotted well enough. Being walked in on because your partner couldn't pop his knot out was not the best way for a vigilante hero to be found...

"S-Soooooohhh when you woke up, Y-Y-You were primed and r-ready to serve me, w-whether your conscious mind wanted to or not! Stop!"

Moby's tongue was back in his mouth in a flash, faster than even Sanmer had anticipated. His cock throbbed and gushed with pre, leaving a slimy trail down the underside of his shaft. His knot was fully inflated, and his tailhole glistened in the moonlight with Moby's saliva. It was clear he'd been close, why would he want to stop now?

"Oooh... Aaaah... Man, that was better than I thought it would be... But the big finale is so much more enjoyable when I get to use you afterward. Stand at attention... Oh, what's this? You're getting soft? Weren't you so keen on getting your rocks off just a little bit ago?"

Moby scowled at Sanmer, only a few inches of his wiggly length protruding from his male-slit. He was still horny, definitely, but the edge had faded and with it the never-ending, mind-crushing need. God, he wanted to cum so bad... Sanmer grinned in the gloom, and Moby wished he could shudder, in both fear and arousal. His body just stood back up and took a step back, legs slightly spread, hands clasped behind his back.

"Oh, I saw that twinkle in your eye. You definitely want it still. Well, that's fine, I'm more than happy to give you a mind blowing orgasm now that I know what you're capable of. You'll be such a good pet to have around."

Ugh, just shut up and get on with it! If he was going to give Moby an orgasm, he could do without all the unneeded gloating. He was trapped, he got it. He was horny, incredibly so, and wanted to cum! Sanmer chuckled, watching the few exposed inches of Moby's cock grow a bit at the thought of release, but he could still see the tension in Moby's body, trying futilely to resist the his control. That simply wouldn't do...

"Why so tense? You should relax more, there's not much else you really can do. I can help with that, too. Feel your tension in your body. Let it go, stop holding it. Let it cascade down your body like rain, let it pool in the lower parts of your body. Relax, ease the tension..."

Yeah, okay, sure, because he was going to be able to relax while some asshole had control over his body. Said body, though, was doing a fine job of releasing tension. His muscles relaxed, his arms went slack, even his legs bent a little from the release of tension to help keep him standing. He could also feel his thoughts slowing down a bit... That was the unsettling part, but even his wariness was hard to focus on.

"That's it, relax, feel all those troubling thoughts melt away with your tension. Let them run down your body and pool inside you. Turn them from negative energy into positive pleasure, let them fuel your lust. Just listen to my voice, Master's voice, and relax."

Moby was actually tempted to listen, but he continued trying to hold out. N-No, this wasn't right, he needed to... To... To what again? It was hard to remember what he was doing here through the haze of need settling over his mind. God, it felt so gooood~

Sanmer had the best seat in the house, both literally and metaphorically. Moby's subconscious was taking his stress and worries and melting it down into pure, carnal need. This, in turn, caused Moby's softening cock to start stiffening again, sliding from his genital slit and twitching and twisting in the air. His pre production was just as impressive as when he'd stopped edging himself, adding to the growing puddle at his feet and making the entire shaft glisten in the moonlight.

"Good Pet, do as Master says, relax. Let your tension go. Energy can't be created or destroyed, only converted, so let all the energy you're using to think and focus turn into sexual energy. That's it, you need to feel how intense this is, not think. Isn't it better to just focus on the pleasure and not let pesky thoughts ruin the fun?"

"Yeeessss...." Moby breathed. He was finding it harder to think the longer Sanmer talked. He just wanted to do as the fox said and give in to the pleasure, give in to the need, don't worry about anything... Moby's eyes were starting to cloud over, losing their luster. His scowl was starting to soften too, his face going slack. Why was he angry again...? There was no room for anger in his mind, just the feeling of pleasure rolling up his cock. His cock rubbed and twisted against itself, doing little more than teasing Moby, but it felt so amazing. He needed more!

"That's it, you're almost there pet. You're so close to your reward, just one last thing you have to do. Channel your thoughts, your will, your resistance, everything in your mind into your balls. They're only getting in the way of the pleasure. You need to release them so you can be free, a blank slate ready to be shaped in to my instrument of pleasure. Let your will flow into your balls, feel how heavy and full they are... Are you ready to truly become my Pet, Moby?"

Moby could feel his balls tightening, already so close to release but needing Master's command. He could feel them overflowing with all his negativity and thoughts, his mind becoming clearer, able to focus more and more on the pleasure. Each thought that melted away gave way to a new wave of bliss and added to the pressure in his balls.

"Yes, Master.... Your Orca Pet is ready..." Moby groaned, barely able to form words. All his thoughts were gone; his determination to escape, his fears and anxiety and anger, anything that wasn't about the euphoric sensations radiating from his groin was void from his mind, and pooled in his balls. They felt so full, so close to bursting... He'd have cum long ago if Master had given the order, but Moby was a good pet, he held it back.

"Such a good boy, Pet. You've done just as I ask, and your will and thoughts are in your balls, just waiting to be forced out of you. Master is going to take it, and make it his. Your will shall no longer be yours, it will leave you, and be mine."

Sanmer slid off the couch and fell on to his knees, scooting forward to grab Moby's cock around the base. He could feel it pulsing to Moby's heartbeat, felt it wiggle and squirm from the gentle touch of his fingers. Moby shuddered hard and groaned, taking every tortuous touch. Just the gentle tease of Sanmer's fingertips as they glided from base to tip would have been enough to make him cum a few times over, but still he remained stalwart, edging ever closer to release without allowing himself to go over the boundaries Master had set.

"You're going to give your will to me like a good pet. You'll release it all at once, and leave yourself a blank canvas for me to paint my will on to. You'll release it all in one orgasm, when my lips seal around your cock. You're so close, Pet. Do this one final thing and you will know pleasure forever."

Moby groaned an incoherent reply, eyes having rolled back in his head. He was truly gone now, every essence of Moby's mind now boiling in his orbs. His only chance was if Sanmer suddenly stopped and undid his changes. Cumming seemed to only be a formality at this point, but it was one Sanmer intended to take advantage of. He started from the base of Moby's cock again, letting his tongue flick out of his muzzle and oh so slowly rasp against the underside of the squirming Orca cock. He held it still in sections, using his paws to manipulate it as he needed, each second feeling like an eternity of blissful agony to the denied Moby.

Finally, Sanmer's tongue started to lap at the tip of Moby's throbbing dick, licking away the constant stream of pre that seemed to gush from it. Each rasp sent a shockwave up Moby's spine and made him whimper softly, silently begging his master to make him cum. He'd been good, he'd earned his reward! He wanted to cum!

Sanmer was happy to oblige.

In one, swift movement, Sanmer slid halfway down Moby's cock, deepthroating him. His lips formed a tight seal, and he gave a few suckles, looking up at Moby with half-lidded, lusty eyes. In an instant, Moby's cock nearly literally exploded. The intensity of his orgasm caused his cock to squirm hard, nearly making Sanmer gag. He could feel the warmth of Moby's first thick shot rolling through his shaft before it even left, but even then, he was unprepared for the force of what he was attempting to swallow. The first sticky rope nearly filled him by itself, firing straight into his stomach. The force of it almost hurt, and just seemed to keep going as if a hose had been turned on inside him. He was worried it wasn't going to end for a moment, but it finally tapered off, leaving him feeling full.

And then he felt the second shot rolling up from the base of Moby's cock, and swiftly pulled off.

The Fox gasped, and received a mouthful of hot Orca spunk. It shot into his mouth and nearly choked him before he could close his muzzle and eyes, taking the rest of the hot, sticky stream right to the face. The third painted his neck, chest and stomach, with the fourth adding to the layer on his muzzle and dripping on to his shoulders. On and on and on it went, lasting nearly a whole minute before finally tapering off. Sanmer was practically caked in Orca cream, but he only shivered in delight, obviously pleased.

If Moby had been coherent, he'd probably have thought it a beautiful sight. As he was, Moby didn't exist. There was only Pet, and the impossible pleasure that sent Pet to the gates of heaven and back a few dozen times. Pleasure like he'd never felt it before made every nerve ending in his body light up like a christmas tree, going beyond just sexual pleasure. His entire body felt... Lighter, as if he'd shed some enormous weight, and was finally free. His mind had been clinging by a thread, if only to make sure he processed Master's requests, but now he was completely empty, knowing only that he was Pet and that he was Blank.

Sanmer got to his feet and shook his arms a bit, trying to slough off some of the cum. Man, that was even bigger than he'd anticipated! Must have been a lot on the big guy's mind for him to shoot like a fire hydrant. That was good for Sanmer though; meant he had pleeenty of lube for the next part of this.

"Pet, lay your front on the seat of the couch and raise your ass. Expose yourself to me. I am going to input my will into you, it will become your new meaning in life. My word will be law, my commands inescapable and absolute. Each command you fulfill will bring you pleasure, and until the day you die, you shall serve me without hesitation or fear. Trust in your Master, and he will make you the happiest Orca alive."

"Guuuhhh.... Master.... Pleasure..." Pet parroted, the words echoing in his mind and reverberating through his body. He fell to his knees and flopped forward unceremoniously, ass raised, pucker waiting. Sanmer took a minute to appreciate the stunning view before running a hand across his muzzle to collect a healthy smattering of liquid Orca-Essence to lube up his already leaking cock. He groaned under his breath, still worked up from the amazing double-tongue-job he'd received. He wasn't going to last long like this... But he didn't need to. He just needed to last long enough to seal the hypnosis and bind Moby to him forever.

Sanmer approached Moby's rear, giving it one last appreciative lookover and a firm smack. The Orca gave another groan, but didn't even flinch, seeming to enjoy the action. At least they built vigilantes tough these days. Sanmer lined up his tip with Moby's pucker and slid forward, groaning just as loud as his new Pet.

"Oooh god... Mmmph! I've been waiting for this for so long! You'll be the p-perfect pet, my lovely little s-slaaaaave! Haaah~ You'll crave my touch, m-my love, my affection, I will be your universe!"

Damn it, he really was going to cum way too fast! But Moby was so tight! Sanmer shuddered and pistoned his hips of back and forth, and his knot was swelling up again, engorging and growing more sensitive by the second. Sanmer let out a cry of pleasure, throwing his head back. His knot slammed against Moby's tailhole and, with a bit of extra force, popped inside.

"Take my will! Signify your obedience, cum with me!"

Moby's eyes clenched tight, and he suddenly shot towards a second orgasm. It wasn't anywhere near as powerful as his last, but he was cumming in time with Sanmer, who was still thrusting back and forth, making Moby's tight rear tug on his knot. Pleasure wracked both Master and Pet, Sanmer's cock unloading his 'will' deep inside the Orca. The release on both ends was much more tame than the explosion before, lasting only ten seconds. But, by the end, both Sanmer and Moby were panting hard, with the former slumped over the latter. They were both exhausted, Moby in many ways, and they both needed rest. Moby was his... Sanmer had his Pet. Now it was time to relax...

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"M-Master!"

Sanmer blinked a few times, a little surprised at the scene before him. Moby was bent over his desk, papers scattered everywhere, with his throbbing cock in one hand and the other knotting a vibrator in his ass. The Orca bit his lip, obviously embarrassed, but Sanmer just chuckled and shook his head. Things like this were starting to become the norm around his personal quarters. Moby was very sexually active (as he was commanded to be) and was often times caught with his pants down. Literally, in almost every case.

"Please, continue. Don't let me stop you... Just no cumming until I'm done, I want a piece of that action before you're spent."

Moby whined, but he instantly started tugging on the knot inside him, kicking the vibrator back up to high and groaning. He continued to stroke, now knowing the orgasm he felt building was going to be terribly delayed. But that's what Master loved, and its what he loved too.

Sanmer plopped down at his desk and smiled, glancing up at the whimpering Orca one last time before focusing on the file in his hand. He had one of his targets, and boy was Sanmer glad he'd gone after Moby first, but he was behind on capturing the other four. Moby would be invaluable for getting to the rest of the Street Sharks. All he needed to do is bide his time and watch... Moby moaned, glancing up as his Master tossed the file on to the desk. Moby almost felt as if he recognized the person in the file... But his orgasm hit its peak and distracted him, making the Orca moan again, hand stroking his cock faster in a vain attempt at cumming.

Sanmer just grinned and kicked his feet up, looking down at the photo of Streex the Shark.