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Mason leaned back on Daon's expensive leather couch, sipping his 19 year old brandy, and smiled. He held his phone so that it obscured Bitch's face as the rabbit sucked his dick almost desperately. On the screen of his phone was a close up view of Missy as his panther slaves spurted their cum all over the sissy wolf's face. It was being streamed live from Alex's phone, and so the boar got an up close look at the young male wolf's embarrassment as jizz splattered his muzzle and Daon talked about how soon this would be how 'she' experienced every 'orgasm' from now on.

The look of utter horror on the young wolf's face, the humiliation in his eyes as he sucked the twins off... Mason's dick throbbed in the warm muzzle choking on his cock. He was getting delightfully close to a third orgasm watching the wolf boy's eyes.

But not quite. He'd had his second orgasm after Daon had left while watching his slave boys rim their loads from Missy's ass. His rule that made his panther slaves lick up their own cum, even out of someone's ass, had produced exactly the reactions he'd hoped for in them over the years. As they'd grown closer, the taboo of rimming each other after they had just fucked had faded away. But they had done it to anyone else before now, nor at the same time, and having to look into their twin brother's eyes as they licked up the mix of cum dripping from Missy's well used hole had been enough to trigger their feelings of humiliation, as they realized how far they both had fallen. It had been a long time since Mason had been able to make those two panther boys blush so much that their ears turned red and their tails fluffed out like that. He had grabbed Bitch's head and fucked the toothless rabbit's throat hard enough to bruise his throat when he saw them practically making out with each other and Missy's cum smeared hole, cumming hard as he watched them squirm and lick up each other's face clean.

However, despite how frantically Bitch was trying to coax an orgasm from his prick and meet the boar's demanding expectations, Mason needed more than some subpar oral for a third orgasm in under two hours. Watching Daon drunkenly jerking off two slave boys had been enough to get him hard again, but his fellow master was too drunk to have any horrified realizations about what he'd done. Which was a shame, watching Daon's face as he realized what he'd done with his paws, how close he'd been to having two men shooting jizz in his face, would have done the trick. Missy and his own slaves were all but spent as well. Oh well. Mason smirked as he gathered up Bitch's leash in one paw. He had one more slave to play with tonight.

First, a little background music. Mason switched away from the live streaming app and brought up the custom Organization-programmed control app that linked to the various smart chastity devices he had access too, like the ones Missy and Bitch wore.

The program had a list of names with green status icons beside them in the shape of padlocks, showing that the five smart chastity cages he had remote access to were all active and working fine. Missy's name was at the top of the list now with a little lightning bolt alert showing when her orgasm had been actively denied. Mason tapped the wolf's name once, and waited. Just for fun, he tapped another name, activating the cage of a cougar slave half way across the country.

A low, whimpering moan drifted through the plushly appointed den. On the big television screen the teenage wolf trapped under Mason's fellow master began to squirm and shudder as his chastity device began to vibrate. The cage slowly brought Missy to full erection and then began to edge the exhausted, blue balled wolf, ensuring that he would not get any sleep tonight.

Mason smiled a slow smile as he leaned back and enjoyed that sounds Missy made, her muffled crying echoing through the room. Tonight was turning out very well indeed, and the boar was feeling quite pleased with himself as he finished the brandy. Mason reached down to ruffle Bitch's head fur, making the white rabbit huff in embarrassment around the boar's dick as he sucked. Nearly everything he'd done tonight had worked out the way he wanted it to. True, his slaves had delayed his wedding plans for them, but that only gave him the opportunity to punish them harshly for defying him, which would be even more fun.

The boar looked down at the white rabbit sucking his dick with a smirk. "Well, Bitch. Seems your skill with your tongue has earned you a reprieve. I guess you won't get to find out what Feral does when I command him to play Tug of War just yet."

For just a moment, Tom allowed himself to relax as the boar spoke. It sounded like the show going on behind him was winding down, there was just the familiar whimpering of an orgasm denied wolf slave now. The boar was probably done with him for the night. There might be a few embarrassing commands he'd have to follow now, but it felt like the complicated scene Mason had arranged for the evening was finally winding down.

Then, on the other side of the room, there was a jingle of dog tags as Feral perked his head up. Mason tightened his grip on Tom's collar, ensuring the rabbit kept his lips wrapped around the boar's dick. Tom's eyes widened in terror when he heard claws skittering across hardwood, coming up behind him. Tom looked up at one of the men who had helped ruin his life in horror, and Mason smirked down at him, tusks gleaming. "Or maybe you will," Mason said jovially, evil glinting in his piggy eyes. "After all, you still owe me another orgasm, Bitch."

Tom tried to pull away, but his gloved paws had no purchase on the polished wood floor as Mason looked up at the big feral dog now standing behind the rabbit. "Hey there big guy, did you want to play?" The boar used a syrupy sweet voice to talk to the beast, the one most people used to talk to babies. When the big dog barked enthusiastically right behind him, Tom began to really pull at the leash, craning his head to try and see behind him. His gloved paws pushed against the couch, but he couldn't even get the boar's dick out of his mouth. The boar's grip on his collar was too strong, and Mason had all the leverage.

Mason was sure Bitch tried to whimper around the fat dick in his mouth as he tried to get away, even though no sound came out. The boar was very familiar with the feeling of someone begging with his dick in their mouth, and even though Bitch was mute, he could feel the rabbit's tongue and throat moving as he tried to simper for mercy from his better.

"Well slut," Mason said beaming, no remorse whatsoever in his tone. "Looks like your master here wants to play Tug of War after all." The boar gave the command a second time as he got a grip on the back of Bitch's head, getting a tight hold on the slave between his legs as the rabbit's throat spasmed around the boar's hard erection.

Tom tried to say something, anything, to stop what was about to happen, fear making him forget that Daon had made sure no real man would ever have to listen to his useless begging again. Feral began sniffing between the rabbit's legs, the dog's cold wet nose moving towards his balls, and Tom's thoughts began to race in circles looking for a way out. The big boar watched Tom's frantic eyes as the rabbit desperately squatted down and tried in vain to keep his balls away from the dog's questing jaws, but it was pointless. Feral had been trained too well not to follow a command, and his jaws closed around the rabbit bare nuts in a flash.

Tom felt the hard pressure of those huge jaws surrounded his balls, and then begin pulling them backwards. Frantically he lifted his butt up to relieve the strain, but Mason's grip on his collar prevented him from moving backwards. "That's it boy, get em. Get those useless slave balls." The boar encouraged, and Feral gave a happy growl as he pulled on his chew toy.

The pain as his balls were compressed made the rabbit's vision swirl with dark splotches. Tom's muzzle tried to bite down on Mason's dick in retaliation as the dog's mouth squeezed the rabbit's bare nuts so painfully that he almost blacked out, but his surgeries prevented him from doing more than gumming the boar's erection. It probably felt good to Mason.

Tom had to do something. He had to stop this somehow. The former trainer had seen Feral playing Tug of War with a piece of rope with one of the servants. The huge black dog became a snarling, flailing beast, head whipping back and forth as he jerked on the rope. Any moment now, Feral was going to do the same thing to his balls, and Mason would laugh and get off on it as his body became the rope he and his beast of a dog played with. What could he do though? He couldn't scream for help. His hands were bound. He couldn't order Feral to stop, he couldn't even make the dog... Tom's heart sank like a stone. There was only one thing he could make Feral do.

Tom lifted his tail, reached a paw back behind him, and slapped his own ass. Once, twice.

Feral barked excitedly, and released Tom's nuts. The command to mount was all the invitation Feral had needed to breed the rabbit's ass again. With a bark the dog's forepaws were on Bitch's back, clawing at him as his red rocket homed in on the rabbit's hole. The dog missed the first few thrusts, the big red dong sliding up between his bitch's cum spattered cheeks, but when the feral dog pulled back a fourth time he hit the mark. Feral's thick shaft sunk deep into the rabbit's ass like a battering ram.

Bitch jerked in pain, muzzle contorting around the boar's dick as he tried, and failed, to scream. Feral's dick was big, and the beast had no restraint when it came to mounting. Even with the lube of the dog's last load to smooth the way, it hurt. It hurt every time the dog took him. Tom blinked the initial tears of pain away, looking up to see Mason's reaction to what he'd done.

Mason widened his eyes in honest surprise. The boar met Tom's eyes as the rabbit writhed in pain, his ass being drilled by the rapidly humping dog as the rabbit gagged on the boar's penis. Then the boar laughed.

Mason had a huge, mocking belly laugh that made Tom's face turn red around the boar's hard dick. "You sell the tattered remnants of your dignity so cheaply, slave. And for what? To save those shaved, neutered balls of yours a few minutes of hardship? You value them far too highly. Normally this is when I'd begin carefully training you to despise them. When I was done with you, you'd learn to bitterly hate those dangling little agony orbs that caused you so much pain and humiliation. But as it stands now, what would be the point? It would merely be wasted effort, considering Daon's long term plans for them. Or should I say, lack there of."

Then, as if his words alone weren't terrible enough, the boar tapped a few keys on his phone and found a way to make everything worse for Tom.

The rabbit shuddered as between his legs, his chastity cage sprang to life. Instead of preventing erections, which he had no desire for while being fucked by a feral beast, it began stroking his cock. Tom's muzzle and ass clenched around the two dicks inside him as his own dick was vibrated and stroked until it was rock hard. Soon, Tom was shaking with pleasure and dripping as he was spit roasted by feral dog and boar.

Tom was furious at himself for letting this happen. He should have found a way to escape by now, or at least to avoid situations like this. But no, he'd been too shocked by what had happened to him, by what kept happening to him, refusing to believe that the Organization would allow this to happen. But they evidently were, and now he was in a position where commanding the dog that had become his personal tormentor to fuck his own ass was the 'good' option. And Tom knew that his anger, his humiliation, only made it better for Mason. That added a level of revulsion to the situation that the rabbit could barely endure. In order to evade a little pain, he'd given Mason pleasure. Done what the boar wanted him to and humiliated himself. The anger he felt at Mason burned his face, and he tried to focus his mind and zone out of this horrible experience, to stop feeling what was happening to his own body.

It was hard to do so though. The beast on Tom's back wasted no time at all, and kept a steady, if frantic, rhythm with that big red dick. Mason could probably feel the beast's thrusts reflected in the rabbit's muzzle on his dick as he was being fucked so roughly. Worse, Mason was going to cum again. Tom could tell by the way his dick throbbed and his balls were pulled up tight. Any moment now, and he would have to swallow yet another load of the boar's seed.

Mason meanwhile was holding himself back. The big boar took one last sip of his brandy and revealed in the moment. On screen, Missy was sobbing as Daon hugged her from behind. The bear was totally asleep, but the wolf boy was actively riding the sleeping bear's dick like it was a dildo. Edwin was whimpering and crying for her Daddy to make her cum as Daon slept through it all, the chastity cage around the wolf's dick making sure he would never find relief even on the bear's cock, or in sleep.

It was music to Mason's ears. Everything he had done to arrange this moment had been worth it. The bribes. The lies. The underhanded deals he'd made to ensure that this wolf, Edwin Lucient, became a rich man's plaything. He watched the pathetic wolf boy he'd turned into a sex doll and smiled broadly. It was like looking at a masterpiece. The insolent trainer brought low sucking his dick was the icing on the cake.

Mason felt his balls tighten as he watched the camera trained on Missy, her caged cock dangling between her legs, her face twisted up in the most beautiful expression of desperation and frustrated lust as he gave up trying to get off. The wolf had really thought he would get to cum tonight. He'd thought he could thwart Mason's desires a third time and have yet another orgasm, and it had all turned to dust on him. Edwin's daddy was even more determined to make sure the wolf never came again. It was perfect.

That's when Feral tied Bitch. The rabbit struggled like mad and gagged on the boar's dick as the beast's thick knot was shoved roughly into his ass, where it swelled as the dog began to unload with a happy bark. Mason shifted his eyes and met Bitch's hate filled gaze. The rabbit's white cheeks were red with embarrassment as the dog came inside him and his own dick was stroked to make sure he enjoyed it. The chastity cage would continue to stroke until the rabbit came, forcing him to climax from being a dog's bitch. Mason probably would have cum, if Bitch hadn't stopped sucking him off once the dog tied. No matter. The boar gripped the rabbit's collar tightly again, a sharp smile on his face as he commanded, "Feral, dismount. Continue fucking."

A look of pure panic spread across the rabbit's face as the dog pulled his fully engorged knot free of his ass. And then rammed it back in. And pulled out. Then in, and out, again and again.

Mason felt, rather than heard, the rabbit's scream of pain as his ass was wrecked by the dog's sudden knotfucking. His throat began spasming around the boar's hard dick without making a sound. Even a man bereft of voice could scream it seemed, and Mason felt Bitch's screams as his gloved paws scrabbling to pull at Mason's legs. Mason calmly pulled his dick from the rabbit's limp jaws and began to stroke himself, his dick pressed against Bitch's face as the rabbit thrashed, head cradled in the boar's lap as he screamed silently in pain and was roughly fucked by Feral's knot.

Mason's paw worked his dick, stroking the slick length with determined focus as he looked into Bitch's eyes. "Tongue, Bitch. Lick my balls. Beg them to paint your face and I'll stop your husband there from ruining your hole for good..." the boar grinned as Bitch pushed past the pain and began to lavish his nuts with kisses, licking the fat, bristly orbs desperately as his ass was pounded by the dog's engorged knot. Mason grinned so wide a spot of spittle formed at the corner of his mouth, leaking from the point where a tusk jutted out as he let himself go and began to cum across Tom's face, thick spurts of white semen splashing into his eyes as the rabbit's tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the boar's jizz as Mason came with a porcine grunt.

Mason huffed and squealed with satisfaction as he painted Bitch's face. Feral yapped happily at the sound, tail wagging as he knotted Bitch for a final time and stopped thrusting. Bitch sobbed in silence, Mason's dick pressed against his face as he continued kissing the boar's nuts, eyes shut tight against the harsh sting of the boar's cum in them. Mason casually returned his dick to the rabbit's mouth, enjoying the way the slave gummed and sucked feebly at the boar's spent length as he cried. Tom was a complete wreck at Mason's feet, weeping uncontrollably as Mason snapped his fingers, signalling Feral to turn and stand butt to butt with his bitch. The big feral dog did so, black fur pressed to the rabbit's white, calmly waiting for his knot to go down.

Mason leaned back and admired his handiwork. He could see Bitch's red eyes staring up at him with utter terror in them, tears rolling down his face and washing away the boar's cum as Feral finished breeding him. The rabbit's body didn't stop thrashing when the dog was finished fucking him though. Oh no, he squirmed and bucked, throat shuddering around Mason's cock in a new way as his chastity cage became a true torture device and began to force an orgasm onto him.

Mason smiled at the look in Bitch's eyes. He saw the former free man begging him, pleading with his eyes for mercy as pleasure, pain, and shame overwhelmed him. This was the most degrading moment of his life. Pleasure the man who had enslaved him while a feral beast bred his ass, and being forced to enjoy it. Mason could see the self loathing, the embarrassment, and delicious shame in those eyes as Bitch's body was brought closer and closer to orgasm. This was the moment Mason lived for, the moment when a man realized how far he'd sunk, and how much worse his life was going to be from now on. "There's a good Bitch. See? I knew this was the life you were meant for." Mason rumbled as he stroked the rabbit's face, dick still hard in the rabbit's throat as Tom glowered up at him.

In that moment of hot silence as the rabbit glared up at him, both men heard a series of three loud beeps come from chastity cage dangling between Bitch's legs. Bitch felt the ring around his balls move in a way it never done before, contracting slightly, and fear gripped his chest like a vice as he looked up at Mason.

The old boar's calm expression broke into a slow smile, his tusks gleaming as the white rabbit's eyes began to widen more and more as Tom realized what the warning sound must mean. "I said you'd get a reward tonight," the boar whispered softly, stroking the rabbit's ears. "Enjoy your last orgasm, cunt."

Mason could feel it through his dick as the rabbit mouthed the words, "No, no, please no!" with increasing fear. He began to thrash, tried to pull away, pawing at the chastity cage with his gloved paws. The cage continued to stroked his dick harder, urging him towards his last climax ever.

Mason tightened his hold on the rabbit's head, forcing Bitch's mouth down on his renewed erection as the rabbit became absolutely frantic. "There's nothing you can do, Bitch." Mason said happily as the chastity device beeped several more times and began to click ominously. "Your balls have reached their expiration date, whore. I didn't think I'd get to be present for this, but Daon gave me full control over your cage tonight. So I moved your expiration date forward. Try and push your tongue into my piss slit when you finish, or at least squeeze down." Mason began to fuck the rabbit's face again, his dick rock hard even after such a short time. "I want to really feel it when you spill your last load and your balls get cut off."

Bitch tried to object, tried to plead with Mason, tried to get the ring off of his balls. To get the chastity device turned masturbator off his dick. He even tried to punch himself in the balls. Anything to stop his oncoming orgasm and what would follow afterwards.

There was nothing he could do. His paws were still in gloves. Mason had a tight hold on his leash, and the collar around his neck kept him nose deep in the boar's pubes as the free man got hard again and choked him. Feral was still on his back, trying desperately to continue knotfucking him, but the rabbit's thrashing prevented him from pulling out again, leaving the rabbit's abused ass stretched wide by the dog's pulsing shaft.

Tom felt fear freeze his body. He was spit-roasted in place, his hands immobilized, and his dick was in a chastity cage that had become a milking machine. There was absolutely nothing the rabbit could do to stop himself from climaxing.

The rabbit panicked completely. He felt it building, the tingling pressure in his dick as his balls tightened, even as the ring around them seemed to move. The smart chastity device was shaking as it stroked and vibrated around his aching cock, milking his dick relentlessly past the point of inevitability. He hadn't cum in five days, five days of constant blowjobs and being fucked by a dog and masturbated by the cage, but stopped from having an orgasm. His body wanted to cum. Even the pressure of Feral's huge knot in his battered ass, pressing against his prostate, made him horny. Tom's mind was trapped, voiceless, unable to stop what was happening, and when he screamed in fear, no sound escaped.

Tom's eyes were shut tight, still burning from the boar's cum, as hot tears rolled down his face. His throat spasmed around Mason's dick as he tried one last time to shout, 'No! No!', as he felt his cock begin to pulse. The rabbit sprayed the last load of his impotent seed across the floor that his balls would ever produce. The chastity cage beeped loudly a final time, Tom felt the ring around his balls lurch, and-

Nothing. There was no knife edge across his skin, no biting pain. No tearing or cutting sensation, no agony in his balls at all. The rabbit feebly reached a gloved paw back, trying to feel what had happened through the glove, and relief flooded him when he felt the leather press against his nuts, were still firmly attached. The moment of elation was slightly tempered as Feral pulled his knot out one last time. .

Bitch jerked his paw away quickly as the jostle of Feral pulling his knot free caused a sharp pain on one side of his balls. His bare skin had been cut by something, but not badly by the feel of it. There was a glint of red blood on his gloved paw, but not much.

Mason glanced down, his thick brow furrowing. The useless slave on his dick was no longer writhing in agony, and there was no where near the amount of blood he'd expected there to be. The commanding boar yanked on Bitch's leash, pulling the rabbit up into a sitting position so he could see what had happened. The rabbit's disobedient balls were clearly still attached. The boar reached down and grabbed the ring around the smooth, furless orbs that should have been removed. He grabbed and pulled on Bitch's nuts hard, peering at the inside of the ball ring, trying to see what had happened. He'd seen, and used, these nasty little devices before. They were supposed to close like a cigar cutter. In the more humane models they would inject an antiseptic and clotting agent, or even sear the wound closed to prevent the new castratie from bleeding out. This was not one of those models.

But instead of snapping closed, the blades had only barely deployed, giving Bitch's balls a cut no worse than a nick from a razor on his bare pink nuts.

"Jammed," Mason muttered angrily. The boar gave the ring, and rabbit's nude balls a hard smack, hoping to jostle the blades into deploying. Bitch jerked his head up and back in a silent cry of pain. The motion caused Feral to perk up his ears and pay attention to what Mason and Bitch were doing from his place on the floor.

"I do so hate when my toys do not function properly," Mason grunted in annoyance. He said the words as if he were talking to himself, but really it was for Bitch's ears. The casual dismissal of him as a person was simply another way to demean the rabbit, another tactic to degrade Tom's sense of self.

Tom for his part sagged against the couch, eyelids blinking rapidly to force the boar's stinging cum from his streaming eyes. He tried to ignore what the master standing over him was saying, but he couldn't. As a former trainer, Tom knew what the boar was doing by ignoring his pain, talking as if he weren't a person with feelings. He just wished that it wasn't so effective, or that he could at least hide his reaction. The rabbit's squirming discomfort only made it better for Mason.

Mason smirked a little at his reaction, and then delivered another hard slap to Bitch's nuts. The trainer turned slave jerked in pain a second time, gasping for breath, but again the ball ring did not deploy and his nuts remained attached. Bitch's smooth, furless balls did dance nicely though as he writhed in pain, and so Mason bent the rabbit backwards over the couch and began to spank the offending orbs, slapping them hard several times with his open palm as punishment for the offense of defying him by staying attached to the rabbit.

Bitch thrashed and struggled, doubling over and trying to curl himself into a ball. Mason held the rabbit down on his back with one hand, and beat his nude balls till the skin was bright red and they were pulled up tight. Either the ring would deploy, or Bitch would pay for keeping his balls. Either way Mason got what he wanted.

Eventually the entertainment of making the rabbit's nuts dance paled and Mason sighed, standing up and picking up his brandy. Bitch slumped to the floor where he curled up at Mason's feet, whimpering pitifully. "Well, it seems you get to keep those useless balls a little while longer. But don't worry. The device is spring loaded, and will probably unjam eventually. For the best, really. It's only a matter of time before Daon notices the malfunction and relieves you of those useless orbs. I'll make sure of that, Bitch." Mason sipped his drink delicately while he looked down at the weeping rabbit. "After all, I have to pay you back for what you did." When he saw the rabbit's confused expression, the boar said, "You spilled your wine on me at a party once, and claimed it was my fault. Ruined a very fine shirt. I do not take such an insult from a worthless man like you. I have to make sure you understood how far below me you are. Lower even than a dog. Soon, you'll never spill anything ever again, especially not your worthless, impotent seed."

The boar turned away from the thunderstruck looking rabbit, just walking away as if Bitch didn't matter anymore. And he didn't. The festivities for the night were over it seemed. On the television Missy given up trying to ride her Daddy's Pride to an unapproved orgasm. The big bear was curled up behind Missy, arms around her, dick still buried in the whimpering young man the bear had turned into his 'girlfriend'. Mason snorted disapprovingly at the bear's rapturous expression. New masters always let themselves become too entangled with their toys. His twins were nowhere to be seen in the pink room, which meant they must have gone down to the foyer to wait for him as ordered.

Well, if Daon's toy was going to jam, he might as well get along and deal with his own malfunctioning toys.

***

Mason walked into the front foyer of Daon's mansion, swinging his briefcase and humming, but his happy mood at seeing Bitch humbled changed turned into a dark anger when he spied his twin slaves. They were still wearing only their jockstraps, and stood at attention at the bottom of the stairs waiting for him. At the front door, preventing them from getting any ideas about escaping while their Master was elsewhere, was Bishop. The Bengal tiger smiled as the two young slaves fidgeted, his eyes roaming over then, but saying nothing as their master arrived.

The boar strode up to the athletic panther in red and without pausing for even a moment, backhanded the boy. Jason staggered from the sudden blow, head thrown to one side as Mason dropped his briefcase to the floor. "What did you think you were doing, boy?" The boar said in a low, angry voice.

Jason straightened back up, his face only an inch from Mason's, eyes cast downwards. "We did as you commanded Master and fucked Missy."

"And cumming together like that was just a coincidence?" The boar gave a little chuckle that had nothing to do with amusement.

Jason licked his lips and whispered, "We don't wish to get married." His eyes met Mason's in a brief contest of wills, but after only a moment the panther looked away. Four years had not fully broken the panther's will, but he didn't truly resist anymore.

"Not if one of us has to be the wife, Master," Alex added quietly, though he didn't meet Mason's eyes when the boar looked at him.

"Oh really," Mason said with a wintry smile. "You think you can control your future just by not playing along." The boar began stroking Jason's dick through his jock, which was still half hard despite the evenings activity. The boar could see the look of disgust in the panther's eyes as Jason's back tensed, his dick going rock hard in the boar's paw. Jason, who still thought of himself as straight, hated being turned on by the boar and Mason knew it. Every erection Mason gave his pet was a source of embarrassment for Jason, even though the panther hid it well now. The constant diet of Viagra and testosterone boosting steroids the boar put into their food meant that the young panther's dick was on a hair trigger when it came to getting hard, and the panther boy had little hope of resisting Mason's touch.

Mason stepped between the twins, his muzzle coming up to Alex's ear as he played with Jason's dick. "You'll just pretend to play, but rig the game so neither of you is the loser? That your plan?" Alex's tail twitched at the gentleness of Mason's voice, and he began to tremble as Mason stared at him. Fear was easy to see in the young slave's eyes. The boar was facing Alex completely, one hand behind his back gripping Jason's dick through the red cloth as he held his twin's gaze. When Alex's gaze wavered, his eyes meeting Jason's over Mason's shoulder, the boar squeezed hard and twisted.

Alex flinched as his twin brother cried out, and the look on his face made Mason's dick rise. The boar began tenting his pants again as Jason squirmed and gasped in pain behind him. The boy's dick throbbed as Mason's squeezed the boy's erection painfully and twisted. Not too hard, not enough to kill the panther's arousal, but hard enough to make the boy squirm in pain. It was a grip Mason had had to practiced on the panther a lot to get right.

Alex meanwhile squirmed in anticipation, something Mason enjoyed even more. Mason's other hand began to trace the panther in blue's body, feeling his abdominals tense as fingers danced across them. The way Alex's chest tightened as the boar's fingers moved up to his nipples as Jason continued to squirm and cry out behind Mason made the boar lean in and breathe in the panther's fear like he was savoring a fine wine.

"Well, if you're going to treat this like a game, then so will I. And I can always change the rules, my jock-strapped kittens." Mason whispered harshly, suddenly and painfully twisting one of Alex's nipples. Alex's face contorted, but he remained quiet despite the pain. Mason twisted harder and harder, increasing the pressure, watching the panther's cheek twitch as he bit his tongue, but Mason continued turning his grip until the panther cried out like he wanted.

"This is your life, and I am you master." The boar pulled Alex forward by the nipple, making him yelp like his twin as Mason squeezed Jason's deflating dick. "I own you. If I wish to lock you in permanent chastity and make you the wife to some stud who will abuse you for my amusement, then that is what will happen. I thought you had both learned this by now." Mason stopped squeezing and twisting, his hands becoming gentle as they stroked the boys erogenous zones tenderly. Mason stood between his twin slaves, pulling them against his body, forcing them to caress him as if they were lovers. Jason's flagging erection rubbed against the boar's leg, springing back to life. Mason's paw cupped Alex's butt, pulling the slender young panther close as he whispered, his voice dangerous, "You have no control. No will. You are mine."

Jason straightened up behind Mason, his legs shaking as his dick was stroked. He and his brother had learned the hard way how to stay on his feet despite pain. The boar's voice went back to honey as he said, "I understand though boys. Marriage is a big commitment. And I've spoiled you by showing you what a real man is like." Mason's paw slid down the back of Alex's underwear, fingering at his hole that was still lubed from earlier in the night when the kitchen staff had enjoyed his still tight ass. The boar had them do exercises to make sure their holes stayed that way.

"If you don't want to marry your twin, well, there are always unclaimed boys being trained by the Organization. Since I didn't buy Missy, I can afford new husbands for you both. I've even picked two out for you."

Alex's eyes widened and he struggled in Mason's grip as Jason hissed out, "What? You can't do aaaah!" Jason hunched forward as Mason's paw tightened like a vice on his dick for just a moment, and Alex gasped as his own dick was poked hard by the boar's erection. When both boys had shut their mouths, the boar released them and turned away from them to his discarded briefcase. He retrieved two folders from the case, one red, one blue, and held them out to the boys. Jason and Alex took them hesitantly.

Inside were two slave dossiers, the files prepared for potential masters about available products. One young man was a bull, the other a hyena. They were only a year or two older than the twins, and had the kind of felony records associated with lifelong juvenile delinquents. And they had spent the last three months in an organization Training facility called Eden after being caught trespassing on company property.

"They aren't brothers or twins, that's too much to hope for in unclaimed stock. But they were in the same street gang, and I'm sure their friendship will make them excellent husbands for my boys, given how close you two are." Jason and Alex looked the documents over with mounting horror. Both young men were listed as 'straight, with extreme reactions to engaging in homosexual acts. Recommended for owners who enjoy breaking their toys'. They had been punished, repeatedly and harshly, for violent behavior towards the staff and other slaves.

"But believe me, my sweet, boys..." Mason said softly. "Being a good little wife for your brother wouldn't be so bad. You can be fairly certain that your brother won't volunteer you for breast augmentation, castration, or a sex change." The boar looked between the two stunned young men, smiling at their horrified expressions. "However, these two studs are certified grade A straight men, their preferences unbroken by their training. And they haven't seen a girl in a long, long time." The boar's tusks flashed as he grinned at the twin panthers. "They're young, dumb, and hung. I'm sure they will be quite happy to have an outlet for all their frustrations as I begin to break them down. You know how much I enjoy new slaves." Jason and Alex looked at each other, real fear in their eyes.

"They will be especially glad to have wives who have to suck their dicks whenever they want. They won't be receiving monthly releases from me of course, that will be part of your wifely duties..." Mason's smile was pure evil, and the twin panther's paled under their dark fur. "I'll be sure and remind them that their new lives are courtesy of you two. That you couldn't agree on who would be the husband, and so I had to buy them instead."

Alex shuddered as Mason stroked a paw across the panther's rump and leaned in close to whisper in his ear, just loud enough for Jason to hear. "How long without an orgasm do you think it will take before you begin to wish that you'd simply followed the rules and obeyed my commands? Before one of you begs me to marry your twin? Think you'll last as well as Missy has in one of Doctor Stone's smart chastity cages? Because that's what disobeying has just earned you, slave. Whoever becomes the wife will stay locked in an edging chastity device for the rest of their lives, and unlike Missy, you won't even have the fig leaf of potentially earning a moments release. Would you like to earn anything else by disobeying me?"

Alex shook his head weakly, and Jason glared in pure rage at the boar. "Well?" Mason snapped as he turned to face Jason, eyes locked with the younger man's until the panther lowered his eyes in defeat and shook his head.

"No, Master Mason," both twins mumbled.

"Then you'd better be good boys from now on, and take my little contest seriously." Mason stepped back, adjusting his cuffs as he looked the twins over. "After tonight, you will earn points for obedience and masculine behavior. Topping someone will earn you five points. Bottoming loses you two. Receiving oral gains three, giving a blowjob minus two. I will assign points based on your chores and special duties as I see fit, and the one with the most points at the end will become the husband. If you both have negative scores, well..." The boar's smile was truly evil as the two panthers cowered as he put his arms around them in mockery of a loving embrace. "Tell you what boys. Tomorrow, I'll take you down to Eden's glory hole wall, where you can see your potential future husbands cocks up close and personal. Give them a taste test, so to speak, without spoiling the surprise of meeting the young men in person on your honeymoon night." Mason leaned into Jason and ruffled the panther's ears like a father who was giving his son a special treat. Jason shivered and ducked his head, whiskers flat against his black muzzle. "I'll enjoy seeing you gag on the hyena gang-brothers' straight cock. It should remind you of what you used to be."

The boar stepped past the panthers and stood between the twins and the door, flanked by Bishop. "Any more disobedience like tonight's will result in your brother winning the game automatically." The boar said simply, snapping his fingers and pointing at his boots. The twins got down on their knees, trembling and cowed as they did so. Together they kissed the boar's feet, their eyes nervously glancing at each other.

Mason smirked down at them as they licked his boots. His little panther sluts. They were the finest slave boys he'd owned in years. This was going to be so much fun. With a casual motion, the boar unzipped his fly. "First one of you to make me cum earns five points. The other gets to suck their brother's dick and start our little game with a negative score."

Jason and Alex glanced at each other for a moment, and then scrambled to suck their Master's dick. Mason closed his eyes and smiled broadly as their mouths fought over his cock. After so many orgasms tonight, they would never be able to make him cum and Mason would enjoy punishing them for their 'ineptitude'.