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"Really, Moby? How the hell did you get caught by these clowns?"

This was almost too easy, and it would have felt wrong if it wasn't clear these goons had done something to the mutant orca. Streex had his friend by the shoulder, helping support the dazed, slightly delirious vigilante while the rest of the Sharks cleaned house. They'd already broken one guy's leg, a buff tiger, and caught him before he could hobble away. The other three, two wolves and a twitchy fox, had beat a hasty retreat after taking a bit of beating. They'd been torturing Moby when the Street Sharks broke in, likely trying to get whatever information they could before ransoming him off. The guy that called it in, a white fox that happened to catch them loading Moby into a van, had apparently been a friend of the Orca's, and was rightfully concerned.

"I... I d-dunno, man... They hit me with... A tranquilizer or something, made it hard to think... Or move anything..."

Streex nodded as he and Moby slowly made their way out of the warehouse. They could hear the rest of the Sharks screaming at the tiger about who set all this up, but the fox that got away was apparently the brains of the operation, he was just hired muscle. Figures... Most of these 'villian' wannabes had two or three goons that hit the dirt when their 'boss' bit off more than they could chew. They probably didn't expect to face off against the Street Sharks on their first job, which suited him just fine; Less mess to have to clean up.

Streex helped Moby to the bus stop on the corner of the street, easing him on to the bench. Sanmer, Moby's friend, came running up shortly after with a bottle of water and a police officer in tow. Streex directed the officer to the warehouse, and stood next to Moby while Sanmer got him to drink something.

"Thanks, I'm fine, don't worry about me..." Moby grunted after the first few sips of water, waving off Sanmer. The orca reclined the in the bench, slamming his fist on the arm rest. "Damn it, that shouldn't have happened! I knew the guy was one of those tryhard newbies, and he still got the better of me. I was careless..."

"Relax, Moby. I don't think any of us could have stood up against a tranquilizer like that. They had a few cases of the stuff back there, so they were prepared for the whole team if it came down to it."

Moby didn't seem to comforted, but he went quiet, brooding. Streex just sighed and gave him a pat on the shoulder. There really wasn't much he could do to help the guy mend a broken ego... Sanmer looked between the two and seemed to pick up on the situation, clearing his throat to get their attention.

"Hey, Moby, It may not be much consolation, but I /do/ owe you a drink for clearing out the rabble last week. If you guys are in need of some de-stressing, first round's on the house, the whole lot of you."

Moby didn't seem too interested in the offer, but it had been a while since Streex was able to kick back and enjoy a good bar night with the guys. "Sure, I'll take you up on that offer. If Moby's running a tab, I'll help run it up." He chuckled, getting a dirty look from the Orca. But, he didn't object, getting to his feet with a bit of a wobble. He waved off Streex's assistance and stretched the rest of the soreness from his limbs.

"Go get the guys, then. I'll be at the bar with Sanmer. It's down the road on the right, can't miss it."

Streex nodded and saw the two off before heading back into the warehouse. The rest of the Sharks were busy talking with the police officers that had arrived after the first called in, moving the tranquilizer crates and keeping an eye on the wounded tiger. Streex approached Ripster and informed him of Sanmer's generous offer to give the team a drink, but was turned down by his three teammates, all of them stating there was too much to be done here. They did, however, tell him to go and help Moby lick his wounds, not wanting him left alone so he could beat himself up over this whole fiasco. As Streex wasn't one to turn down a free drink, even with work to be done, he accepted without hesitation.

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The bar wasn't anything too impressive, but it served its purpose well. It was clearly just a place for warehouse and dock workers to come after a long day before heading home, but Sanmer did a good job of keeping the place clean and nice. The walls were blue with darker stripes running vertically, and all the lights had a blue tint, giving it an almost underwater feel. Fitting, given that he and Moby were the only customers right now.

"Technically I've already closed for the night, but I'm willing to make an exception for a friend in need. You guys get the bar to yourselves while I clean up. And, as promised..." Sanmer turned away as Streex took his seat, and turned back with two tall mugs of beer. He slid them down and smiled, calling over his shoulder while he went in back. "Two beers, on the house."

Streex raised his mug in thanks before taking a long drink from it, downing more than half of it in one go. Man, this was some good stuff! He'd need to get the name of the brand before he and Moby left... Speaking of, the Orca was just staring sullenly into his drink, having only taken a sip of it. Streex just looked at him for a moment, unsure of what to say...

"I know, I look pathetic, staring into my drink like its got all the answers..." Moby said suddenly, still not looking up. Streex just averted his gaze and took another large sip of his drink, barely a fourth of it left. "Its just... Things have gone downhill for me lately, you know? Ever since I caught those poachers last month, I've gotten sloppier and sloppier... That's where I met Sanmer, too. Guy had saved for ten years to hit the tropics and finally went. He's the one that called in the tip, actually... Guess he's good at spotting trouble, huh?"

Streex hummed and nodded, finishing off his beer. He licked the foam from his lips and peered over the counter, trying to spot Sanmer in the back room. He really wanted some more of this stuff! "Well, its good you're still able to make friends, with all the traveling you do. We can't put up with your nonsense all the time, after all." Streex joked. Moby just smiled and rolled his eyes, finally taking an actual mouthful of his drink, much to Streex's relief.

"Hey, when a guy offers you beer this good as a reward for a job well done, its hard not to want to get friendly with him." Moby replied with a smile. Streex returned it, but it was a little forced. These were tall mugs, sure, but he was already starting to feel a little lightheaded... Maybe just a half glass when Sanmer came back.

"He's a pretty nice guy, too. We hung out after the case, he let me crash with him at the beach house he was renting. He had this way of... I dunno... Getting in my head? It was like he knew what I was going to do before I did it. He's good at convincing people to try new things, too."

Streex nodded again, though he wasn't paying much attention. His vision was starting to blur, and this definitely wasn't the fuzziness that alcohol brought. What the hell was in this drink? Before he could voice his concerns, Moby continued, and what he said made Streex's eyes widen.

"Of course, the sex was great too. I never knew how good my tongue felt until Master commanded me t-... Oh. Damn it, I knew I was going to screw this up..."

Moby calmly set his drink down and stood, giving Streex an apologetic smile. The shark tried to stand as well, but his legs crumpled beneath him. His thoughts were hard to string together now, and even his arms were getting wobbly. He looked up just in time to see Sanmer return, grinning down at him.

"Its alright, Pet, you did your job wonderfully. You got at least one of the Street Sharks in here, which means I'm one step closer to capturing all of them. Streex will be a wonderful addition until I work out how to get the other three."

"Guuuh.... W-Wha.... Why... " Streex groaned, finally collapsing forward. The room spun around him, but he could clearly see Moby reaching down to pick his limp body up. The last thing he felt was the orca stripping him, and the last conscious thought that ran through his head was wondering just what this sicko, who managed to break Moby, was going to do to him.

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Streex's head was fuzzy when he woke, if you could really call it that. The shark groaned and blinked his heavy eyelids, his body feeling numb all over... except for the pleasure radiating from his groin. Streex groaned louder, the intensity growing as he became more aware of his surroundings. Streex tried to lift his head, but found his body stiff and unwilling to move. All he could do was lie there and enjoy the pleasure he was feeling, waiting for his head to clear and his body to respond. The warm, wet feeling around his dual cocks was starting to work him towards an orgasm when Streex finally found the energy to lift his head and look down to see what was working him over.

He really wished he hadn't.

Between his legs sat Moby, his own prehensile length squirming in the orca's grasp, pre leaking everywhere. His incredibly, long dexterous tongue was wrapped, coiled and squeezed tight around Streex's cocks, squirming and rubbing and squeezing and... Nnng! As much as Streex hated himself for it, he was just too close to an orgasm to stop it. Both cocks started to throb and finally shoot strings of cum wherever they happened to be pointed. Which just so happened to be Moby's face. The Orca moaned and continued to stroke himself, his wiggly shaft starting to spasm seconds after Streex's.

The Shark moaned and twitched, sparks shooting up his spine from the intensity of his orgasm. He watched Moby take every creamy shot of his seed to the face, some shooting in to his mouth, the rest covering him. His own cum shot against his chin and chest, painting him with male-fluids. Streex's mind was just clear enough to feel shame for giving one of his best friends a facial, even if Moby had brought it on himself, and even though... Streex had fantasized about exactly this more than once.

When his orgasm finally began to wane, Streex tried to sit up, wanting to ask Moby just what in the world was going on. His head felt a little clearer, and his body stronger after the release. However, attempting to move beyond a few inches revealed a rather troubling predicament; He was strapped down to a table, spread-eagle! He tried to break free, but he couldn't so much as make the metal creak.

"M-Moby, w-what's going on? What is this!?" Streex pleaded, squirming harder in his bondage. The Orca shuddered as his own orgasm finished, and he began to uncoil his tongue from around Streex's cocks. The shark groaned and shuddered, overstimulation making him try to squirm away from Moby instead of out of his bondage. His friend licked some of the cum from around his mouth before speaking, his eyes glazed over, a dopey grin on his face.

"Mmm... Tasty~ This is Master's will, and Master's will is my will. He told me to play with you while he set things up, and he said if I can wait until you're looking at me to make you cum, I could cum too! He hasn't let me in two weeks, so I was patient and waited. I've always wanted to suck your cocks, you know..."

Streex's face felt like it was going to burst into flame if he blushed any harder. Looking closer, he could see Moby was wearing some sort of fetish-gear, with leather straps crossing over his chest. Two thick rings of leather were wrapped around his forearms, wrists, ankles and his calves, each one with rings meant to bind limbs together or to his chest and back.. Streex knew this wasn't right, but he just couldn't place why right now.

"M-Master? Who's that? Moby, please, just let me go, we can get back to the others and fix whatever this guy's done to your head!"

"I'm afraid that won't be happening, Streex." Came a voice from behind the shark. Moby gasped and grinned, hopping off the table and rushing out of Streex's line of sight. "Master! Welcome back! I made him cum just like you said, and I got a release out of it too! Is everything all set up?" He heard the orca say, making his heart sink. God, Moby was really under this guy's thumb...

"Don't look so dejected, you'll be joining Moby here as one of my play things soon." The voice continued, the smug tone making Streex want to puke. When he got out of this stuff, he'd beat this creep to a pulp... then get the rest of the Sharks to do the same. He tried to follow the voice as it moved, but it always stayed just out of sight, doing things in the background.

"Stop with the scowl, you've already lost. Those cuffs are strong enough to hold feral dragons a dozen times stronger than you. Moby's already taken care of your friends and told them that you're crashing with him for a few days, so they aren't going to come looking for you. Even if you did manage to escape, Moby here would force you back in to some nice, tight bondage. Isn't that right, Pet?"

"Oh, yes, Master! It wouldn't be any fun if Streex didn't join us, and the rest of my friends, too!" Came Moby's overly-cheerful response. Streex grit his teeth and tugged on his binds again, growing more and more concerned by the second. All his contingencies and hopes for escape were systematically being crushed, one by one. The Street Sharks weren't coming, he couldn't break his bondage, and even if he did somehow manage to escape, he'd have to fight off Moby. Streex couldn't beat him on a good day, much less with the drugs still making his limbs feel numb and weak.

"Good, now you see how screwed you are." The voice chuckled, making Streex growl. He couldn't give in, he had to think of a way out of this, stay calm annng! The shark groaned and squirmed, his softening cocks suddenly grabbed by a soft paw. He looked down again, hoping to see the face of his captor.

Sanmer grinned back up at him, no longer wearing the simple slacks and polo he had when he was 'working' the bar. The fox wore a labcoat now, and little else, allowing Streex a perfect view of his growing erection. Sanmer's paw stroked up and down Streex's shafts, making him strain and growl threateningly. Sanmer just grinned wider and focused on trying to get Streex hard. It took quite a bit of coaxing, but the shark was hard after more than two minutes of constant rubbing, and even then began to flag the moment the stimulation stopped.

"Hmm... This will never do. Moby, grab serum EJ-69 and give Streex here a boost."

Streex's eyes widened, and he tried to see where Moby was to no avail. He heard a little clattering and giggling off behind him, but couldn't see anything in the gloom until Moby returned. Streex's eyes widened further and he tried to break, or at the very least bend or dent, his bindings. In Moby's hand was a small syringe filled with a blue-green liquid, filled all the way up. When breaking free failed yet again, Streex resorted to begging.

"M-Moby, please, stop! I know you're in there somewhere, you can still hear me, you can fight this! I'm your friend, don't do this to me!"

Moby stopped for a moment and blinked, looking confused. Just when Streex thought this might have worked, the orca began to laugh, wiping a tear of mirth out of his eye. He walked between Streex's legs and, with a bubbly smile, stabbed the needle into Streex's thigh, pressing down the plunger of the syringe.

"The only thing 'in there' is Master's will and love. Master does not want me to fight, he wants me to be a good pet and please. You'll be joining me soon, Streex. Brace yourself, because this stuff gives you a real rush."

Streex could feel the panic starting to rise in his chest, his heart pounding and likely speeding up the spread of whatever he'd just been injected with. Unfortunately for Streex, it didn't have far to go, setting to work after only a couple of seconds. EJ-69 was clearly designed to affect the reproductive system, as the shark found out when his cocks were suddenly harder than diamonds, even with panic drowning out any arousal.

This wasn't the case for long. Nearly a full minute after he'd been stuck with the needle, pre began to leak from his twin tips in copious amounts, and Streex began to feel an all too familiar 'itch' deep within him. He tried to ignore it, wanting to focus on escaping, or appealing to Moby, or, o-or... or stroking himself! Arousal hit him like a freight train, the itch exploding into full-blown, soul crushing need all at once as the serum began to affect his sperm production. He could feel his balls tingling, and eventually start to feel almost pained. They felt so heavy and swollen, and when Sanmer gave his low-hangers a gentle rub, he nearly blew his load right there and then from the buildup of pressure!

"Ah, much better. EJ-69 is such a useful drug now that its been perfected. Lets give it a quick test run..." Sanmer mused, stepping up between Streex's legs again. The shark couldn't even manage a threatening glance, eyes glazing over and becoming unfocused. The memory of Moby licking him to an orgasm suddenly felt much less shameful and taboo, and instead was incredibly sexy and arousing. He'd give anything to have that wonderful tongue back between his legs right about now, escape be damned!

Streex got not Moby's tongue, but that soft paw returning to start gently, slowly stroking his cocks. The shark's pupils dilated, and his hips jerked violently upward from only the lightest, smallest of strokes to the flesh. Pre shot out over Sanmer's head, and the tension in Streex's balls grew tighter. God, he was going to explode at this rate! His dicks throbbed angrily from the lack of stimulation, his entire body demanding he bring himself to a release, and his thoughts fell away until the only thing on his mind was somehow managing to make himself cum!

"Very good, you're on a hairpin trigger already. Testicle size is up at least thirty-five percent, you're shooting pre like a hose, and you seem more interested in getting off than getting out. Just one more test to make sure your production is up before I let you out."

W-Wait, let him ou-OOOOH GOD YES! Streex rolled his head back and screamed, his back arching high in to the air. His vision erupted with a bright, blinding light, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His cocks throbbed so hard he could have sworn they'd cramp, the muscles in his lower stomach flexing hard enough to bring tears. The pain, however, was completely drowned and smothered by the unbelievable, mind-shattering euphoria. The first jet of his cum fired clean over his head, splattering into the darkness behind him. It was quickly followed by the second, which reached further, and the third, splattering further still.

Streex's orgasm seemed to last for hours, but was closer to a minute and a half by Sanmer's count. His cocks fired his cum over his head again and again, leaving quite the mess on the floor behind him. When the orgasm finally began to die down, Streex was aware of the stabbing pain in his lower stomach, the muscles sore and overworked, but the pleasure and endorphin rush overloading his ability to care. Streex opened his mouth to take in a gulp of air and promptly received two thick ropes of his own cum, one from each cock, and had to swallow before he could take a breath. Again, the act he enjoyed in secret but was ashamed of felt so much more satisfying and glorious in this heightened state of arousal. His cocks throbbed, and every fantasy he had was fueling his burning need... Wait...

"W-What!? F-Fuck, b-but I just came!" Streex grunted, eyes snapping open. He managed to lift his head to look down between his legs. Cum lashed up his stomach and chest, and even with his orgasm dieing, he was left covered in ropes of his own spunk. Seeing this only compounded Streex's concern; why was he still so aroused!? His balls still ached for release, his cocks begged to be touched, and the intense need that had been clouding his thoughts was only growing stronger with every twitch!

"Good, production is nominal. Now you get to just sit back and enjoy while I finish setting up. Moby, hook him up to the e-milker. I'd like to keep him from making a mess of my lab."

"Of course Master, right away!" Moby replied cheerily, darting off into the gloom. Sanmer looked back down at Streex and gave him an evil grin, squeezing the sharks balls and making him cry out in desperate need. Pre shot from his tips and splattered against the ceiling, and Moby returned just as Sanmer turned to leave, calling back over his shoulder;

"Please try to keep your sanity together. This is only the first of many things you'll be going through every day as my toy."

Streex had a choice line of expletives to shout at the fox, but a squeeze around both his cocks cut the shark off. He gasped and bucked into the contact, and once more the world went white. Streex felt like he'd just been struck by lightning, and the electricity had fried the pleasure centres of his brain, leaving him a writhing, quaking mess on the table. He let out something between a moan and a scream and nearly passed out from the intensity of his second orgasm, cum shooting out of his tip like bullets. He didn't know how long he laid like that, screaming and thrusting, but when he finally started to come down, he was almost sent right in to a third orgasm.

"There, all set up!" Moby beamed, covered in Streex's cum. The Orca used his dexterous, freakishly long tongue to clean some of the seed off his face and hands before motioning to Streex's cocks. The shark looked down, fears about what he was feeling now confirmed. On each cock was a metallic tube. While the outsides were plain and uninteresting, what Streex's cocks were feeling would have made anyone with a cock start thrusting like he was; the insides were warm, slick, and squeezing down on his flesh nice and tight. While he couldn't see them, Streex could also feel metal bands on both cocks, two at the bases and two around the heads.

He was about to ask what the bands were for when something slick, thick and cold was suddenly introduced to his pucker. Streex's eyes went wide, and he looked down just in time to see Moby forcing a thick, metallic rod inside him! The Shark grunted and gasped in both pain and pleasure, cocks throbbing and shooting pre inside the milkers. Streex tried to ask Moby what was going on, to beg him again to stop this, but the orca cut him off.

"Alright, Streex, you're all set. I really am happy to have you here, you know. Master is fun, and I love him so much, but he does like to push me to my limits. Hopefully you can share some of the load. Have fun!"

Streex once more tried to get through to Moby, and once more was cut off. This time it was Moby flicking a switch on the metallic rod buried in his ass, and from the second it came on, Streex's world was nothing but white, agonizing pleasure. Electricity really did fire through Streex's loins now, buzzing through his tight rear and jolting his prostate. This alone sent him careening into another orgasm, but Moby reached up to activate the milkers as well, and Streex nearly lost his mind.

The Milkers start to pump and suck on his cocks, the left slurping down while the right tugged up, just as if he were a cow. The bellows that Streex let out were appropriate with that mindset, especially when the moaning-screams fully became the latter at the introduction of electricity to the milkers. Moby watched his friend thrust and jerk with every powerful jolt that was sent through him, forcing jet after intense jet of cum from his twin shafts. If Master hadn't forbade him from cumming, he'd have 'enjoyed' the show a lot more. But, his job was done, and Master would probably love to have some 'company'.

"Have fun, Streex," Moby started, turning to follow his Master out the door. "You're going to be having a whole lot more."

Moby was swallowed by the darkness after that, and Streex was left to the maddening bliss being forced through his body. The milkers only picked up in speed after Moby's leave, and the electricity arcing through his loins grew in power. Streex continued to scream and wail, his orgasms coming one after another after another, never stopping or giving him a break. The shark tensed and bucked with every electrical discharge, and as much as he wanted to escape, to free Moby and return to the Street Sharks so they could tear this infernal contraption down and imprison Sanmer...

Streex wanted to cum more. The pressure in his balls was just barely staved off by the constant ejaculations he faced, and the pleasure that wracked his body and destroyed his thoughts was like an intoxicating drug. His mind was awash in endorphins and testosterone, and he simply couldn't focus on anything but the waves of pure, intense need still rolling through his body. On and on and on he went, cumming again and again, his muscles aching and body sweating, but even the Street Sharks had their limits.

After three straight hours of nothing but orgasms and electricity, Streex's mind began to slip away. His body was still going strong, but the pressure had been slowly growing, the milkers and electricity juuust short of keeping his output balanced with his production. As if on cue, the electricity and milkers gained more power, and Streex's cries began to weaken. He couldn't even focus on the pleasure anymore. It blotted out everything in his consciousness, and his mind couldn't take it. His eyes glazed over completely, tongue flopping out of his mouth...

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"O-Oh god..."

Streex gasped and sat up, rubbing his head. He was panting, a cold sweat clinging to his body. His head span, and the shark almost fell back to the bed when his vision began to blur... But he endured the dizzy spell, and looked around him. He was... He... Where was he, again? The shark was having trouble remembering much of anything right now. He was Streex, that much he knew. But who was he again? He'd had the worst dream of being captured and tied up in some lab...

"Streex? You're up early..." Came a voice from beside him. Streex looked over at the voice, and everything clicked into place in his mind. He was in his Master's room, having fallen asleep after a long, rough night of sex, sex and more sex. His Master's stamina was just as insatiable as Streex's appetite for Master's love, and Streex wouldn't have it any other way. He loved Master so much, like a good, obedient pet. He lived to serve.

"I-I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to wake you... I just had the worst dream. There was an evil fox that drugged me and took me to his lab, a-and he made Moby do all sorts of awful things to me... " Streex explained, shuddering from just the memory alone. Master was quiet for a moment, and Streex was worried he would be punished for waking him, but Master gently rested a paw on his shoulder to comfort the shark. Streex sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, hey, relax. You're safe now, it was just a bad dream. Master is here, he'll keep you safe."

Streex smiled, placing his own hand on Master's. This was why he loved his Master. He could be controlling and abusive if he wanted to, and while Streex admitted he could be devious, his Master always had Streex's interests in mind when 'abusing' him. He turned to face his Master, looking in to the fox's blue eyes. His free hand ran up his Master's thigh, ruffling the white fur lightly, teasing close to his package.

"It was just... So real. More like a memory than a dream..." Streex continued, still a little shaken. Master was quiet again, and this time let his actions speak louder than his words. The fox tossed the sheet off his body, exposing his already hard shaft to the shark, letting Streex marvel over it. This, both he and his Master knew, was a surefire way to get him to settle down. That voracious appetite didn't extend to just Master's love...

"Now, Pet... We both know that it was a dream. If you were captured by some evildoer, you wouldn't be here with me, would you?" Master started, sitting up. Streex gulped and nodded, eyes darting between Master's face and the twitching erection between his legs. "Master knows how to take care of his pet. We both know you want..." Master stopped to reach down and give his canine shaft a stroke, milking a bead of pre from it. "... This, and Master is willing to give it to you. A good pet lives to serve his master. You are a good pet, aren't you? Not some lab experiment. Don't worry about your silly dream, just focus on how good it feels to be mine."

Again, Streex nodded, his face flushing. Master was right, this was his reality. He was a good pet, and a good pet lived to serve Master. Nothing pleased him like making sure Master was happy, and if this made Master happy, it made Streex happy. His dream was just that; A dream, it wasn't real, just a figment of his imagination. Streex adjusted himself on the bed to take Master's cock in to his mouth, carefully guiding it in with his tongue to avoid his teeth.

"There you go, that's a good pet...and a good pet lives to serve his Master, listen to Master's words, and obey Master." Hummed Master, patting Streex on the head. "A good pet lives to serve his master."

A good pet lived to serve his Master. Streex was a good pet.

"A good pet lives to serve his Master, nothing else."

Streex was a good pet who lived to serve his master, and nothing else. He was Master's Pet.

"A good pet lives to serve his Master. He obeys like a good boy."

Streex was a good pet who lived to serve his Master. He was a good boy, and he would obey without question.

"A good pet..."

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"A good pet... Obeys..." Streex gargled past the vulpine cock in his mouth, sucking and licking it hungrily. Streex was strapped down to that same table, milkers still pumping away at his cocks, toy still buzzing in his rear. The only thing that had changed was the set of futuristic looking eyepieces on his head, which currently fueled the passions of his virtual reality. It was currently fueling the virtual reality he was in, changing his thought processes and memories. This alone wasn't dangerous, as nothing it changed remained after it was taken off. For normal durations, any way. Prolonged use could see some more 'permanent' side effects.

"Vitals are stable, arousal is at maximum, submissiveness is nominal, and reconditioning is progressing at predicted speeds. Streex-Mmph! S-slow down! Streex should be the perfect pet in two or three more days... maybe leave him in there for four, just to be safe."

Sanmer smiled as he jotted down the readouts on the bank of monitors in front of him, shuddering every few seconds. He was currently sat on Moby's lap,

This was always the fun part; watching his pets be shaped and molded, eagerly awaiting for them to be finished so he could play with them. Just the thoughts of what he could do with not one, but two obedient pets made Sanmer shiver in delight... well, the orca-cock currently shoved up his rear and muzzle sucking on his portaled cock likely contributed, but Sanmer was more excited about the future prospects.

"Oooh Moby, its going to be great to have you and Streex here together. Mnng... And the rest of the brothers, too." Sanmer panted, giving his hips a wiggle. Moby whined and squirmed under him, sat in a rolling chair and unable to move away from the horrible tease Master was subjecting him to. The fox slowly rode him, enjoying the feeling of the orca's prehensile length massaging and rubbing against his sensitive spots. He was in a good mood today, why not 'treat' his pet with something nice? Moby wasn't allowed to cum, of course. He'd have to earn that right. But, he could satisfy his pet with this for now.

"M-Master? W-What are you doing to S-Streex?" Moby panted, sounding more and more excited. Sanmer smiled and rose almost completely off him before slamming back down, making them both groan. Sanmer's hips bucked and he came hard, looking back up at the monitors to watch Streex drink down his load.

"See that helmet on his head? Its forcing him to live out being my pet, but in a virtual world." Sanmer explained, panting. He'd taken a tiny dosage of EJ-69, just enough to let him cum in to Streex all day without worry of tiring out or having to stop. He was already starting to ride Moby as he explained. "Instead of doing what I did to you, and trying to slowly hypnotize him, I'm going to recondition him instead. Its kind of like installing a new program on a computer. Once its done, he'll be a loyal pet, just like you."

Moby whined in acknowledgement, cock throbbing hard inside his Master. He was so close, pre leaking out from around the Fox's entrance and lubricating things... Sanmer rode harder, making the edge sharper without letting Moby go over. "In the sim, my double is slowly rewiring his brain to recognize me as his master, and that he will obey me always. Once he's done, I want to play with you two a bit before we move on to phase three."

"P-Phaaaah!" Moby started, cut off by Sanmer bouncing hard and deep a few times. Moby's cock pressed and rubbed against Sanmer's prostate, and forced what must have been the twentieth orgasm from the small fox. Sanmer just grinned, continuing to ride through this orgasm and on in to the next.

On the display monitor, reflecting the simulation, Streex settled in to his usual routine. He would stay there between Master's legs, sucking and slurping and licking, drinking down every drop of pre and cum he was graced with. Every orgasm came with praise from Master, and that one truth Streex had engraved in his heart; A good pet lives to serve his Master. Streex repeated it in his head every time he sucke, or every time his tongue teased along Master's knot. He was a good pet. He lived to serve his master...

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"Honestly, you two. I don't think there's ever been a moment where you didn't have your hands all over each other since Streex joined us."

Sanmer sighed and smiled, walking around the fucking Moby and Streex to sit at his desk. Moby was currently pounding away inside his friend, who was bent over said desk, moaning and blushing, cocks throbbing under him. They were, of course, not allowed to release without Sanmer's direct permission, but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy the act of sex with each other.

"S-Sorry for the mess, Master." Streex panted, followed by a chorus of moans and groans. "S-Streex here wanted to be filled!" Moby finished for him, slamming forward and bracing for the orgasm he knew would elude him. He groaned in dismay when this proved true, and started to thrust hard and deep to make up for the lack of release.

"I understand, all this denial can get a little hard to bear. You two are lucky I love watching you needy and frustrated, or you'd be punished for making a mess of my desk... You'll have to stop soon, I'm afraid. If I can find... Aha! I've got the dossiers on your targets. You're shipping out within the next two hours to capture them and bring them here." Sanmer explained, collecting papers in to two thick folders and slapping them down before Streex and Moby. The two groaned when they saw the pictures attached to them, and Moby pounded harder, wanting to get as much denied pleasure as he could before stopping.

After all, the thought of capturing Jab and Big Slammu was one that made both his and Streex's cocks throb in delight.