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This is a kinky commission to kenaiwuff who commissioned me some time ago - my biggest thanks for his patience, I'm glad I'm getting these stories out now! This is a rather interesting subject matter he proposed to me, and I've tried to do my best with it - so I do hope that you'll leave me feedback to tell me how I did with this one!

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Quinten belongs to kenaiwuff , the rest is mine.

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"Wakey wakey, puppy!"

The dark shape lying on its little mat inside the cage stirred upon a heavy paw batting on the black steel bars, and after a moment, so did the ringed tail, and a head, complete with its long, pointed muzzle, too arose from the simple bedding that had been his for the night.

"There we are, puppy," a deep, rumbling voice spoke quietly, silkily, really.

"S-sir?" his ears flicked while the fur inside the cage moved a little, looking up even though his eyes were covered with a leather eyeshade that had been well secured around his head with a solid strap and a buckle. His awkward movements were not a surprise, for his paws and feet were each shackled together with thick, heavily padded leather cuffs which were also snapped onto one another behind the fur's back so that he had been effective hogtied before being closed into the cage.

"Yes, it's me," the same silky voice replied in turn. fingertips stroking along the cold metal of the cage, "is the puppy good now?"

The fur, a raccoon, in his cage, wagged his tail like the good dog he was, and lifted his head up again, even though his awkward positioning on his side with his feet and paws tied together made it very difficult for him to really look up to his master.

"Y-yes, I will," the raccoon mumbled, "I'm sorry, sir, I know I was a bad pup last night and I...and I've learned my lesson now, sir."

"Are you sure?" the fur overlooking his pet whispered softly.

"Yes, sir!" the raccoon yelped eagerly. "I know what I did wrong and I...and I regret displeasing my...my m-master..."

The fur overlooking the cage smiled, and felt his cock stir in his underwear as he heard the eager, breathless tone.

"And what did you do wrong again, pup?" he whispered.

"I...I humped your leg, sir, when you were trying to watch the television, sir..." the raccoon breathed.

"Yes, you did..." the fur rumbled, "and why is that especially bad, pup?"

"Because only my master decides when I c-cum..." the raccoon spoke quietly, "not otherwise, because that's how it is..."

The fur's eyes lingered on the shiny metal chastity cage locked securely about the raccoon's sheath, and smirked again to himself. The vicious device looked almost beautiful, resting there against the raccoon' belly, his cock trapped inside it and only to be taken out of it at his master's decision and whim...and only then.

"I know it's been a while, pup, but you know how it goes," he spoke, "no cumming without permission..."

"N-no, sir, never!" the raccoon whined. "I...I've learned my lesson, sir, having to sleep in the cage and not in our bed..."

"And only good pups get to sleep in the bed, don't they?" the fur grumbled.

"Yes, sir, and I was a bad pup!" the raccoon yelped.

"indeed," the fur grunted, "and I think it's time to let you out now, don't you think?"

"P-please sir, I'll be good, really, I'll be good!" the raccoon assured in his neediest voice. "I only wish to be a good pup to you...sir...please..."

The fur opened a thigh pocket in his pants and pulled out a set of keys on a ring, which he then jingled loudly, making both of their ears flicker.

"I'm sure you'll be just fine for now, pup," the fur rumbled, "we better get you out of there and get you out for a walk...puppies need their morning walks to relief themselves, don't they?"

"Y-yes sir!" the raccoon replied. "I...I really need to go, sir..."

"I thought you would, pup," the fur smirked to himself as he fit the key into the padlock holding the cage well secured, and clicked it open, "Out you come now, pup!"

The raccoon let out of a feeble meeping sound. There was no way he was really going to be able to properly exit the cage in his current state, considering he was still hog-tied and blindfolded. The master's tone did not give him the option of not trying, however. The writhing motions against the sides of the cage made it shake and rattle. The master laughed.

"S-sorry, sir..."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

The master reached into the cage with his rubber-clad paws and pulled the smaller male out before deposing him onto the floor. The raccoon yelped; the movement caused his caged cock to swing about and put pressure onto his balls, plump and full and held taut by the metal ring that locked them onto the chastity cage enclosing his manhood.

"T-thank you, sir."

The leather-clad dog undid the raccoon's shackles and let him fall properly onto all fours on the floor. The blindfold remained, however, and was not removed until the master had snapped a sturdy leather leash onto the D ring on the collar the raccoon wore as well.

"Good puppy," the master crooned. The raccoon's eyes looked up adoringly to him, and he was wagging his tail, presenting himself like a good, happy puppy for his master now that he'd been removed from his cage where he had spent the night in relative discomfort compared to the warmth and soft sheets of the bed he usually shared with his master.

"Thank you, master," the raccoon smiled, his wagging.

"Up we go then, don't want to make a mess, do we?" the husky grunted.

"No, sir!" the raccoon replied.

The husky gave the raccoon's leash a tug.

"Come on, pup!"

They scaled the basement steps slowly, the raccoon showing quite the skill in navigating them, none the less. The house they entered from the basement door was immaculately kept and comfortable, with a living room with leather furniture and panoramic windows over to the forest bathed in morning air, and a kitchen well-appointed with gadgets and shiny steel utensils.

Their way led past these rooms and onto the master bathroom adjoining the bedroom and which could be entered either from the door by the kitchen or the bedroom itself. The black of the leather and rubber the husky wore, a harness, boots, pants, leather gloves and a collar, contrasted with the white of the tiles on the floors and the walls, quite convenient in that sense. There was no carpet, though the floor was warm thanks to the in-built heating. Comfortable for the raccoon who was walked in on a leash.

"Good boy," the master ruffled the raccoon's head furs with his paw. "Up to the tub."

The raccoon gave the husky a questioning look, but the stern glare he received in return quenched any further questioning. He did nothing else but clambered across the bathroom floor on all fours, trailed by the husky in leather, up until he reached the tub. He had to climb about a foot to get in, and it was somewhat clumsy at such a posture, but he ended up there like the good up he was.

The husky did not speak further things at this point. He unclipped the leash and dropped it over the toilet seat lid before he turned back to the tub where the raccoon remained on all fours expectantly. The husky let out a grin.

"Think you'll deserve a small treat, pup, for knowing your errors."

"Y-yes, sir."

The husky pushed the plug onto the tub and stood up to his full high, glaring down at his puppy dog while stroking the bulge on his leather codpiece.

"On your back pup. Show me yourself."

The raccoon rolled onto his back smoothly, the slick surface of the tub helping him along as he settled onto his back. The steel cock cage swung against his belly, with the pink of his constrained erection peeking through its slits while he settled onto his back, tail still swishing a little, paws held up in the most canine posture he could manage under the circumstances.

"Hmmm...sexy pup," the dog growled, "show me your plug, now...present, pup!"

The raccoon grabbed his legs and pulled them up to his chest. That caused his spine to arch and propped his ass up, well enough, especially once his tail slung down, to reveal his ass crack and the black base of a sex toy poking out of his hole - another of the master's ways of making sure his pup was not going to misbehave any further.

"Hmmm...good...kept it in all night..." the dog observed.

"Yes!" the raccoon yelped in reply, the noise loud in the bare-walled bathroom.

The raccoon pushed rubbed-clad fingertips against the base of the plug and gave it a poke which was prone to be transmitted all the way to the raccoon's engorged prostate. He hadn't been allowed to cum in quite some time now, and he was more than backed up, his gland full of pent-up seed and fluids that simply had not been let to be released in any ways natural or unnatural so, for the husky made sure of that. The gasp and a whimper his manipulation of the black rubber toy made him grin broadly, a courteous smile to his very obedient, sexually pent up pup.

"Okay, you can go now, pup," the husky murmured, "stay like that. You deserve it."

"Y-yes," sir, the raccoon whimpered, "thank you, sir."

"Good boy."

The raccoon pup did not require any further assurances from his master to be encouraged. It still him a moment to overcome a bit of natural psychological resistance that came from the fact that he was lying in the tub legs up and with his caged cock pointing pretty much at his muzzle that was crunched up in concentration while staring at the chiseled hole on the otherwise smooth, closed top of the chastity device.

"Time to go," his master reminded him again.

The raccoon squeezed his lips together, gasped, and did his best to relax at least some of the muscles in his pelvis despite the extremely distracting, teasing presence of the butt plug.

"Nhhhh..." he whimpered.

Something gave, finally, and urine splashed from the hole on the top of the cage. The squirt of piss fell onto his chest and immediately soaked the raccoon's furs and drizzled down along his sides. The warm feeling surprised him and he wriggled a little in the tub, where his back already made a slick, rude sound, now wet with his own produce.

"Good boy."

The husky tapped the shiny steel of the cage containing the raccoon's straining cock. That caused another whimper, and another dribble of piss to come out ,this time covering the raccoon's belly.

"All of it out. Might not get a chance in a while, pup."

The raccoon was deep in his personal world of submission to his master. He was going to be a good puppy, he thought, gaining immense pleasure from the dirty act he had been told to perform. Soaking himself in his own urine was nothing for him, if his master liked it. Made him feel extra special that his master liked him doing things like that to pleasure him.

His bladder's shyness seemed to wane, slowly, and that added to the flow of piss from his bladder and onto his furs. Some of it pooled onto the bottom of the tub around the base of his tail. More of it flowed over his breastbone and matted furs.

"Fine job, pup."

The master gave his own codpiece one final fondle before he popped the leather piece open and exposd his angry red, hard member. He hissed rudely when he pushed his thick shaft down and took aim in a rather obivious manner.

"Gonna mark ya pup."

The raccoon almost forgot to keep pissing himself when the husky joined into the fray. Hot, wet streaks of it, rank, smelly stuff, stronger than his own. Must've been that old canine heritage, from the times when their ancient predecessors used their whizz to mark their territory. The husky was now doing the same to the raccoon, his territory, in a way.

"Roll in it," the husky's voice was deep, rough, musky like his offered stream of nasty.

The raccoon didn't have a choice to disapprove of the husky's ways. He splashed around in the rank fluid that covered the bottom of the tub, his own, the husky's piss smell overwhelming and covering him with the liquid soaking onto his furs. His raccoon-cock did its best trying to get hard inside the cage, but there was little chance for that with the metal squeezing down on him.

"Hmmmhpphh...needed that as much as you did, pup," the husky said. He rubbed his belly and shook the last drops of his piss onto the raccoon's head furs before he buttoned up the obscene codpiece on his leather pants. "Good job, pup."

"Thank you, master," the raccoon looked up to him adoringly.

"Now, clean up this mess," the husky told the raccoon, "the tub, yourself, in and out. You've got ten minutes to be clean as a whistle in all ways and I'll be fetching you."

Quinten's belly clenched with excitement. He wondered what the husky had in mind as he watched the bigger male walk out of the bathroom.

The allocated time passed quickly, and once the husky opened the bathroom door, he was presented with the sight of a shower clean raccoon kneeling happily on the fluffy carpet with a curious look on his muzzle and his paws held up in a classical puppy-like begging pose. He wagged his tail when he heard his master enter...and gasped at the sight of him.

"Hello, pup."

He was dressed in rubber from head to toe. There were boots, skin tight and aggressive, up to his knees. The rubber singlet covered most of the rest of his body, and the arms that weren't covered by the half-elbow length sleeves of the black singlet were clad in long, thick black latex gloves.

"S-sir..." the raccoon moaned.

The husky ruffled the raccoon's damp headfurs.

"Follow."

The husky wandered on all fours into the bedroom. There he saw that even further rubber gear laid down over the bed they shared.

"You're in for a hell of a ride, pup," the husky said.

The raccoon was treated like a doll, really, the bigger male making use of his size and strength to ease the raccoon into a full-body catsuit which once zipped up from the back only left his face, muzzle, paws and footpaws into sight from within the thick, shiny black rubber. The sole exception to that was the stainless steel of his cock cage and balls that had been pulled out of a slit at the front and formed a shiny contrast against the slick rubber. Pre-cum was still dripping out of the cage and onto the floor while the raccoon stood there, his heart beating like mad. He already felt so hot, and not just because of the arousal.

"How does it feel?" his master asked with a bold grin.

"Oh it's wonderful..." the raccoon moaned breathlessly. "It's so tight."

"You ain't seen anything yet," the husky replied, "and nothing more, in fact."

The raccoon stood still when the bondage continued. Wax plugs were pushed into his ears under the rubber hood, making every sound into a mere undeciphered whisper. The husky pushed a rubber gag into the raccoon's maw and secured it behind his head and around his muzzle. His breathing started to rattle in through the hole in the gag. Saliva dribbled out.

The husky gave the raccoon one more adoring look before he lifted up a heavy, dark rubber gas mask and pulled it unceremoniously over the raccoon's head. It was locked into place with several rubber straps and was by all means airtight, the raccoon's breaths coming through the hole at the front. The eyepiece was as black as the rubber so that the raccoon strapped within could not see a thing.

"Paws front."

He let out a small whimper, but lifted them obediently. The husky picked up a heavy rubber mitten, like a boxing glove, so that once it was on, the raccoon's fingers were hugged by rubber and made it impossible for him to move them. These gloves were secured with heavy straps with buckles on them. The husky admired his paw work, gave his nipples gentle yanks, and completed the beautiful vision with a thick leather collar around the raccoon's neck.

"Now we play," he said, even though he knew the raccoon probably couldn't hear it.

The husky picked the raccoon up and slung him over his shoulder, clear off the floor. He seemed to weight nothing as he was carried through the house and down the stairs into the basement once again.

"Stay," he told to the raccoon once he was put onto the floor, and he delivered the message with a firm touch onto the rubber-covered shoulder.

The rattling breaths were rapid but steady...his arousal must've been immense by now, the husky thought. He was almost envious. The raccoon only had to submit...he didn't even have to do anything now, just submit to the husky's whim, allow himself to be used as the rubber toy he was.

The harness was heavy, rubber and leather, and clattered with the chains attached to it with heavy duty snaphooks. It took some effort to secure the raccoon into it, with different straps going about his crotch, waist, hips, shoulders, all about, until the chains were snapped up onto the metal frame hanging from the ceiling. Extra chains were attached to the D-rings on his mittens to pull his paws up into the good puppy pose that the husky liked so much. Same thing with his ankles, once he was kneeling on the floor.

"Time for a ride," he told mostly to himself.

The rig had an electric motor for easy operation, which meant that the husky only had to press a big dangerous-looking red button to hoist the raccoon up to hang about three feet off the floor. He rocked gently back and forth, mostly caused by the motion of the raccoon squirming with the sensation of gravity no longer keeping him. He was the husky's shiny toy, all pretty like a doll.

The raccoon was moaning continuously when he felt paws manipulate him, and a zipper was opened on his rear. He whimpered when the latex-covered fingers spread cold lubricant onto his ass crack and then onto his hole, with a finger worming and burrowing its way deep inside and touching his prostate.

"Lovely, tight pup butt," the husky crooned, deep in his own state of arousal.

He chose a bent, anatomically molded plug, like one of those prostate massagers but made of unyielding shiny steel. Several colored cables hung from the flared base that was unremarkable, just like any toy designed to be slipped up the ass with the intention of not letting it get lost there.

The raccoon's asshole swallowed it eagerly, the hard toy filling his rump and making his cock throb violently with the new pressure on his prostate from the metal toy. The husky grinned happily to himself when he heard the raccoon's breathing quicken even further.

Such a good boy.

"Got a brand new toy for today, pup."

it truly was new, he hasn't used this one before, it was a recent acquisition and he'd kept it hidden in the dungeon from the raccoon-pup. Now was time to unleash it, and see how his friend reacted...oh yes.

it came in a box, and was hauled over in a shiny steel metal cart along with a few other necessary implements.

"Bet you didn't expect this, pup."

The raccoon fell very still when his caged cock was manipulated. A special key was pushed into the screw that held it closed and the chastity device was gently, carefully removed. The raccoon's cock immediately sprang up to a massive, straining erection that leaked copious amounts of pre-cum. The husky made sure not to touch it too much, because knowing that after such a long time being locked up, the raccoon was ready to blow at a moment's notice.

"Hmmyes..."

He squeezed carefully on the shaft and got out another glob of precum from his piss slit. He let go of the dick only momentarily, to open up a small alcohol pad. It was damn cold, and stung, stung something fierce and made the raccoon whimper.

The husky grabbed the raccoon shaft near the tip and brought in a syringe. The blunt tip was pushed into the raccoon's slit and he pushed in the clear fluid until most of it was coming out on its own from the over-stuffed piss tube.

"Oh yes..."

The cock twitched in his grip while he brought out the toy. It was grey and made of semi-malleable plastic, just bendy enough to get inside, while mostly rigid to make sure that it would stay in place and do a nice amount of spreading the tender membranes while at it. The tip had a shiny metal ring near its opening.

"This may sting a little."

The raccoon's breath caught in his throat when the mysterious sound penetrated inside his tiny hole. The tube inside his dick spread open around it, the firm yet smooth plastic sliding in without resistance. The raccoon had been sounded before, but this felt different, with something that was neither hard nor soft.

The raccoon pushed until a trickle of piss escaped from the other end of the toy. That was a signal for him to pull back just a little, and leave it be.

"Oh, that's right..." he said.

He placed several metal rings around the raccoon's jutting cock. He placed rubber rings with leads hanging off them around the raccoon's balls, snug and nice against the rubber. He couldn't resist the urge to give them a fondle, a tug, and squeeze. The chains rattled with that raccoon's squirming.

"Oh, soon you'll be flying..."

Extensions were hooked into the leads. The extensions were connected onto a power bus from where a thick cable coiled into a box sitting on another sinister metal cart full of sexual amusements in this extremely well-equipped dungeon. A press of a button brought red lights on in the large grey box that had knobs, switches and buttons and looked like a prop out of a 1950's science fiction movie. It even let out a small buzz. It was only missing a Tesla coil that'd give out the occasional lighting.

"You're gonna be there a long time, pup," the husky smiled to himself while he admired the sight of the suspended raccoon hanging in his own rubber cocoon from the ceiling.

His huge fingers attached a clear plastic tube onto a receptacle on the tip of the sound protruding out of the raccoon's cock. The tube was hooked into a plastic water bottle sitting on the floor underneath the swinging critter. It had measurement lines drawn onto it crudely with black marker.

"Just one more thing missing, I think..."

The final piece of equipment was relatively bulky and had its own power cord. It looked like something from a hospital, with tubes and tanks attached to it. The husky pulled out a plastic tube and attached it onto a little valve on the side of the rubber mask covering the raccoon's muzzle. He had already loaded the vaporizer and made sure that it was working. He had programmed the device and made sure that it was ready to go.

"And I bet you haven't felt anything like this before, pup."

He moved over to the cart, the box with all its blinking buttons, its numerous controls waiting for him. He took extra pleasure from turning the knobs, snapping shiny metal switches and adjusting the wheel marked with the text "GAIN CONTROL" stenciled above it.

"Now we play," the husky master declared. He had been preparing for this for a long time and he was not going to be rushing this through.

He hit one more switch, just another little shiny steel button that didn't really look like it was meant to control the very operation of the device, but it was enough. Whoever had designed it sure knew what the customers liked, and this mad scientist setup was just perfect for the husky, too. Trapping a little raccoon for his sexual experiments surely qualified, he thought.

The effect was almost immediately. The electrodes tested themselves with little sparks of electricity off the control box's current generator and snapped directly onto the raccoon's prostate, from the plug in his ass to the sound in his urethra.

"MMPHPHP!"

It was a pitiful noise dulled by layers of rubber, the gag, the mask, everything. It still made the husky's ears flick, and his own cock pulse rapidly.

"Enjoy the ride, little pup, this'll be taking a while."

The raccoon was sent into a strange world of pain mixed with pleasure, as the electronic chips in the control box created a program of sensual terror the husky wanted to unleash upon his pet. Electrical impulses coursed over his flesh, in his ass, inside his cock, through the rings on his balls and his shaft. It made the muscles in his perineum twist and caused his cock to bounce up and down, taking the hose with it and making a plastic rustle. Drops of pre-cum appeared in the tube, mixed with a little bit of urine, while the raccoon's urinary sphincter occasionally got confused by the impulses not coming from the raccoon's brain but from the husky's little torture box.

"Sweet Jesus," the husky grinned, watching the suspended raccoon twist and tremble in his suspension, a shiny rubber toy being suspected to feelings he had rarely felt before. Sure he'd been sounded, plugged, blinded, E-stimmed, but it was all happening at once.

It should've sent him over the edge in an instant, especially with the long term chastity imposed willingly upon him, but much to the raccoon's pleasure-addled mind, it did not come so soon. He did not pop, not even as he felt just like right before an orgasm, everything inside his belly squirming, his balls preparing to unleash torrents of cum from his pent-up system.

The electric impulses came with precision, back and forth in waves that stimulated him to no end.

"Hmpphpphhp!"

The raccoon's drool drizzled off the breathing hole in the gag. His paws twisted from side to side, as he tried to squirm, to produce a further sensation despite his relative immobility. Globs of pre-cum leaked into the tube that was slowly filling up with the raccoon's fluids.

The compressor in the vaporizer hissed and produced a sharp flow of air that sent droplets of "Manhood" into the raccoon's mask. His nostrils widened, they itched, and a very primal part of his brain started to read the signals carried by the chemicals that the smell buds in his nasal cavity had just been exposed to. It didn't smell like anything at all, really, it didn't even itch, the saline made sure that it was not irritant. His brain could made an analysis of the compounds in the fluid.

It wasn't musk. No, he only smelled his own sweat, a hint of soap, and the rubber, rubber everywhere.

The pheromones in the husky's vaporizer device talked to his brain. They made the raccoon horny beyond belief, in addition to being effectively masturbated by a ruthless logic chip the raccoon controlled with twists of one of the knobs.

Right now the setting was at "TEASE" and the level was selected at "ONE" from the smaller rotating controller.

The husky's ears were full of rattling chains and little whimpers from the raccoon, complemented by the occasional hiss from the compressor. The raccoon only needed a top-up every few minutes or so to stay at maximum arousal. He had tested the stuff on himself and the raccoon had probably not known why the husky had fucked him so hard that night.

The idea made him grin. He'd make good use of that tight rump eventually, but right now, the master of the puppy raccoon wanted to use him in other ways. The raccoon's long term chastity was going to be zeroed tonight he had decided. The clock would be turned to all zeros, and the toys would help him to get there.

He was in no hurry, though. This was a treat for him as much as for the raccoon, and he would be taking his own pleasure like he wanted it. Theses events were rare and to be savored, with the sweaty rubber clinging to his own muscled body like it did for the raccoon. His cock was exquisitely hard and firm, shooting occasional jets of pre-cum into his rubber pants, making them even nastier than they already were with the husky's ball musk. He could cuddle the raccoon later on and let him take as many whiffs as he'd like, make that little head swim with desire and submission while enjoying a few breaths of his master's bodily brew.

The raccoon was turned up to level 4 and the big knob was turned to "EXTRACTION" when he had been swinging back and forth in his rack for about 45 minutes. The intensity of the electric stimulation milking his cock and his gonads, both his nuts and his prostate, grew. The bursts of energy came faster, and with more kick to them.

The cock, heavy with the tube inside it, jerked rapidly. Balls drew up to his body.

The tortured prostate gave out its milky, congealed offering in massive, dribbling bursts from the raccoon's cock.

Quinten thought he'd faint, from the heat and the fire blasting through his loins, from his convulsing asshole to his balls to his cock that seemed to be burning. Cum poured into the hose and into the bottle, dripping like a spout on the end of a very particularly moonshine still.

This was a very good produce, the husky thought lewdly, as he listened to the metal groaning, the chains clinging, the rubber...cracking, and the raccoon whimpering deeply, deeply, rapt into his gag, while his balls unloaded for what looked like a minute.

The natural contractions of his body might've been over, but the E-stim kept it going for another few minutes, all the way until the husky turned the switch from "EXTRACTION" to "COOLDOWN", and stepped closer. Now the impulses came less rapidly, simply giving an occasional jolt of torturing pleasure-pain. The raccoon seemed to have gone almost limp in his chains, head hung down and breathing in deep, ragged gulps of air through his gag.

The husky stood in front of him and fondled the raccoon's body, hanging there so beautifully in his black rubber. He felt up the lean form, the bondage, ran latex-covered fingertips over the raccoon's still fully hard cock.

The compressor hissed.

"Oh yes, you're one very beautiful pup, and so obedient, too...your master is so very proud of you," the husky crooned.

The raccoon couldn't hear, but he felt the husky's paws pat his shoulder in a classical, universal "well done" gesture.

"There'll be a lot more where that came from," the husky flicked his finger and thumb against the raccoon's cock tip, like he was trying to send off an offending bug away from his arm.

"HMPH!"

The husky's rubber singlet creaked when he leaned down to look at the collection bottle. There was what looked like ounces of cum on the bottom, with some still dribbling slowly along the sides of the bottle where it'd splashed out from the top. The husky grinned broadly.

"Very well indeed..."

He unscrewed the top, knowing it could be left unattended for a moment, and brought the bottle over to his cart of toys. He picked up the Fleshjack and opened the top to reveal the pink opening of a fake asshole looking at him, a little gaping to accommodate the entry of many sized cocks while the tunnel beyond would provide grasping, joyful, teasing pleasure.

"How convenient," the husky mused, as he upturned the bottle and tapped at the bottom to get as much of the raccoon's cum out of it and to dribble into the open hole on the sex toy. He forced the sweet-smelling, musky goop inside with his finger. The husky licked and sucked on the cummy finger once he pulled it out of the now glistening asshole on top of the toy.

"Need something to keep my paws busy while I'm watching you, pup," he told the raccoon, for the pleasure of speaking such a rude thing.

He put the collection bottle back into place and unzipped the special plastic zip on his singlet to release his cock again. He turned the E-stim mode to "BUILDUP" before jamming his angry red cock inside the toy, filling it to the brim with his shaft until his knot touched the spread lips of the nice, tight plastic hole that'd have to act as an extension to his own rubbered-up paws before he'd grab the raccoon and use his own ass for his ultimate pleasure.

The raccoon was already starting to twist again, with the powerful stimulation growing once again to new levels of pleasure-pain.

This was going to be a long afternoon in this very special household.

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