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

Daon shook Dr. Stone's hand, accepted the set of medical sounds the rhino recommended with a smile, and walked out into the lobby. As he checked out at the front desk, the brown bear busied himself picking up a few of their pamphlets on slave training and modification as a way to distract himself from the sounds the ram in the "comfort station" was making. The boy in the wall, whoever he was, was moaning loudly about the size of someone's dick as some slave fucked his other hole. Daon didn't look over as one of the masters who was waiting choked the ram's moans off by putting him to good use.

Then, the bear was out into the mid-morning sunlight, passing the orderlies who were loading a very upset Bitch into the trunk of his limo without a glance, and nodding at Michael when the doberman opened the door for him.

The big brown bear settled into his limousine with a small sigh of relief, momentarily closing his eyes. The Organization's hospital had been... intense, like being inside a hot house. Daon didn't actually have much experience with their facilities. He had been to a few of their functions early on, when Mason was still convincing him that a pet was the solution to his romance problems, but those had all been fairly sedate cocktail parties. Those gatherings had more in common with the business conferences Daon attended rather than the BDSM porn he'd watched before Missy had come into his life. They had been smokey, proper affairs where expensive drinks were served, and all the important men had athletic, sleek young men on their arms or kneeling obediently between their legs as they discussed the market or the opera. There hadn't been much actual sex on display, just some discrete blowjobs under the tables.

Now, Daon wondered if he'd been missing out on the wilder parties. The hospital had been thrilling, and the very air had a sexual charge to it, and he'd let the atmosphere of the place get to him a bit. All those masters and doctors fucking their slaves right out in the open. The glory holes. That nurse teasing him, batting her eyes and flashing her tawny feline ass...

Yes, that's why he'd used his tongue on Missy's little dicklett like that. She enjoyed the girly orgasms he gave her with his tongue after all, and sounding her little cocklett had been... well. He'd let things go a bit far, but that was alright. Missy was his pet after all, she'd given herself to him fully. Willingly. He couldn't go too far with her, not anymore. The bear grinned and looked down at Missy as she knelt on the floor in front of him.

There was a hazy, unfocused look in her eyes as she knelt in front of him, waiting for her Daddy to tell her what to do. Daon's nose twitched, and his dick jumped as the scent of jasmine perfume and a male wolf in heat reached his nostrils. Missy was so horny that her panties were wet.

Daddy spread his legs with a smile, and without a word Missy was sucking his dick like the good little slut she was. The bear watched, his dick growing stiff in the warmth of her mouth. Damn she looked amazing with those pretty lips wrapped around his pole. Daon stroked a big paw along her cheek and rubbed the back of her head, fingers running through her soft head fur as Missy sucked on his pride. Her whole body was getting into it, those pretty lips of hers wrapped around his shaft, paws cupping his balls as she bobbed her head up and down.

God she was eager... Missy was even humping his leg, grinding her wet panties against his shin as she deep throated his dick. The feisty she-wolf was sucking as hard as she could. Daddy had only been semi-hard at first, he'd cum so much in the past twenty-four hours after all, but Missy would not be denied. She was so, so desperate for him. Daon let out a sigh of contentment, leaning back in the plush limo seat as they drove away from the hospital, and enjoyed a long, hot muzzle job from his pet. Oh yes, Missy was really, really trying to make him cum, as if she were thanking him for today. If this was how she was going to act afterwards, maybe letting her make a mess with her naughty boy parts once a month wasn't so bad an idea...

***

"Wait, say that again?"

Edwin was startled out of a cock sucking haze by Daddy's paw. The big bear's grip tightened on the pink collar around the teenage wolf's neck and pulled him back, forcing his pet to stop bobbing her head up and down his Pride as the bear listened to his phone.

The limo made a turn, jostling the wolf who was still on his knees between Daddy's legs even more. Edwin sat back so he wasn't straining against the collar and stretched his jaw, let his muzzle relax. His mouth only ached a little bit from the half hour of sucking his master's dick he'd just done as they drove home from the Organization's hospital. Edwin flicked his ears as Daddy's paw rubbed between his ears possessively, but instead of guiding the wolf's pace his paw was holding the wolf back. Edwin blinked as his sense of self awareness slowly returned from wherever his mind had gone.

Coming out of a lust induced haze was a very strange sensation. Whatever Dr. Stone had put him in still pounded at his thoughts, threatening to consume Edwin, but at least for the moment he was thinking again. Mostly what Edwin was thinking about was the fat tip of Daddy's cock which remained in his mouth, but he was at least thinking about what he was doing.

Whatever else the bear was, Daon was a well hung man, and his fat dick had the perfect tip, tapering but with a flared head. The wolf moaned softly, his muzzle working instinctively, the heat in his cheeks burning. His head was pounding, the drugs in his system making him so horny it hurt. Maybe if he could lick the bear's tip enough, he might push Daddy over the edge, might earn some relief from the constant edging that was going on in the wolf's panties. So the wolf stuck his tongue into the tip of the bear's dick, teasing and sucking as he did. Daddy normally loved when Missy played with his slit, but the bear wasn't paying his pet any attention right now.

Instead, Daddy was talking rapidly into his cellphone in a hushed and angry tones. Edwin had been so zoned out sucking Daddy's dick that he hadn't even noticed the bear take the call.

"What do you mean by that Harris?" The bear's tone rose, and the wolf flinched, because that was Daddy's angry voice. "Uh huh. Well, that's nonsense. Look, I can be in the office in..." the bear covered the phone and called to his driver, "How long till we reach the manor?"

"Fifteen minutes sir," Michael replied.

Daon shifted his phone from one paw to the other and said, "In an hour. Have the foremen ready to call in when I do, I want..."

The nineteen year old wolf between the bear's legs lost track of what Daddy was saying because at that moment, the chastity cage encircling Edwin's dick began to rapidly vibrate, trying to work the wolf up to another fake orgasm. A thrill ran Edwin's spine and the bear's pet made a soft moan, tongue instinctively swirling around the bear's tip as the horny wolf was overwhelmed by how good his dick felt even in its cage. Missy's muzzle automatically began sucking on Daddy's dick again, lips moving along the shaft as the wolf pulled away from the bear's lax grip to continue the blowjob.

Daon stiffened, his voice catching, but he didn't stop Missy from sucking his cock with renewed vigor. Edwin whimpered as he redoubled his oral ministrations, one paw reaching down between his own legs to grip the bulge in the panties he wore, grabbing hold of the chastity device around his dick. The cage buzzed and shook in his paw. It was currently keeping his dick 'soft', but Edwin was definitely hard. That was something he'd learned after being in chastity this long. His cage might sometimes keep his erection from expanding to it's full size, but that did not stop him from getting a boner inside the confines of its cage. So the wolf began to hump the bear's leg, desperately sucking on his Daddy's dick in hope of some relief.

Edwin's dick might be out of Daddy's sight, but it was filling the wolf's mind. And there was only one way to earn relief from the torture his cage was inflicting, and that was pleasing his master. And he only had fifteen more minutes to make the bear cum. So Edwin sucked Daddy's dick as hard as he could, working the bear's shaft with all his copious skill, born of repeated experience servicing many men orally, and Daddy in particular.

He lavished the fat tip of Daddy's cock with his tongue, moving his lips back and forth over the broad crown of the bear's dick and pushing at the bear's piss slit. Edwin dug the tip of his tongue into the bear's slit, as if making out with the bear's dick, licking out the fat drops of pre Daddy leaked. He switched tactics, working about half of the bear's cock with his mouth as he rubbed the base with his paws. Edwin pressed his tongue against the thick vein on the underside, forcing the head to rub against the roof of his muzzle, teasing Daddy's length as his muzzle slid down the thick shaft, lips a ring that pulled at the bear's flesh. Daddy's cock was growing fully hard again now that he was off the phone, but the truth was Edwin could tell the bear wasn't going to cum. His pride didn't have that rock hard feel to it, he wasn't panting hard enough, and his balls were still hanging low. Did Edwin have the time to make the bear cum again? The wolf whimpered, sliding his muzzle down farther, working most of the bear's dick with his muzzle, deep throating the tip of Daddy's dick as the wolf's own hips moved involuntarily, grinding his cage against the bear's outstretched leg.

Edwin moved with a frantic pace, head bobbing, muzzle sucking like never before as his chastity device buzzed against the bear's leg. The wolf was outright humping Daddy's leg, his whole body moving as he fucked his face onto the bear's massive prick. Edwin was desperate to reach that moment of release, to feel the orgasm start that would free him from his lusts and sate his worn out body, just as he had felt when Daddy had kept stroking after pulling the sound out.

It's just that the orgasm he was begging for wasn't his own, but his Master's.

Just as the wolf's mind gave into that reality, that he was meant for this, meant to make his master cum, Daddy had to force his pet to stop as the limo came to a stop in front of the mansion.

The big bear laughed a little as Missy's paws clutched at his dick, the wolf's muzzle popping off the tip with a whimper of need. The wolf shuddered, his skirt tenting upwards as the chastity cage around his dick went into another phase of its edging cycle, expanding to allow his dick to grow hard so the wolf's length could be stroked endlessly without release. "No, please Daddy," Edwin said with a genuine desperation, his whole body pulsing as his dick was stroked. "Please, let me keep sucking you off. I want to swallow your load so badly..."

"Can't sweetie, Daddy has to go to work now and you have chores to do." the bear playfully stroked the wolf's cheek, leaning forward to give the wolf a deep kiss with tongue as the driver got out and began unloading Bitch from the trunk. The bear smirked, cupping his pet's chin in one paw, and balls in the other. "Look at you, so desperate to please. You must have really liked what happened today."

"Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy, you made me feel so good when you played with my... my sissy little dicklett." Edwin paused, not sure if mentioning his dick would make the bear more or less happy. He covered the pause by playing with Daddy's tie, letting his fingers run across the smooth silk. "It felt so good to orgasm like that again, your tongue is so talented, I felt so relaxed, and it made me so horny for you..." the wolf leaned forward, his muzzle rubbing at the bear's chin. "Please let me make your big cock cum Daddy."

Daddy huffed at the praise, but he remained firm. "I've indulged you enough for one day." Daddy said sweetly, but the bear had to physically keep the wolf at arms length as she tried to get his dick back into her mouth.

Edwin whimpered as the bear's dick slipped from his paws again, but he saw no hope in the bear's eyes, and knew if he delayed his master's departure any longer the bear would get angry. But as the slow pressure of the cage around his dick gave way to an endless stroking sensation, pressure traveling from the tip of his dick down to the hilt and back up, like a mechanical hand was jerking him off, the wolf knew he had to try something. Biting his lower lip, the wolf stammered, "W-well... can you please at least turn my cage off Daddy?"

The bear glanced down at the wolf's groin, and saw that her panties were tented so lewdly that her skirt had become bunched up over them, fully exposing her caged dick and the massive wet spot that had formed in Missy's panties. The bear covered the spark of lust that the of panties stretched out by an erection caused with a bit of anger, which was easy to fake as his face flushed hot. "Now Missy, stop pouting. You know the rules, you didn't finish me off before work, so your cage stays active. That will teach you to put more effort in next time. Don't worry your pretty little head though. I'll use these on you again soon." The brown bear's smile was playful and lust filled as he pressed the black carrying case full of sounding tools into the wolf's paws.

Edwin had to fight to keep the dismay out of his expression. It wasn't just the unfairness of the situation, given that he had actually gotten the bear off this morning, but that his plea for release had been turned into a request to be sounded again. Though... if it meant actually getting to cum again, maybe he could...

Edwin blinked, a shiver running down his back as Daddy cupped his balls and pressed the sounds into his paws. Could he put up with being sounded if it meant he got to shoot like that again? It had felt so wrong, but he'd been able to cum. How much was he willing to do for an orgasm? How far would he go?

A jolt traveled up the wolf's spine and his hips instinctively rolled, letting out a whimpered moan as the cage around his dick began rubbing firmly at the head of his cock in short rapid movements. Daddy's face brightened, taking a keen interest in his pet's reactions as the chastity device began mimicking the way a man might stroke the head of his cock head just before they came, sending the wolf into a near frenzy. Edwin gasped, his whole body tensing up as Daddy's rolled the wolf's balls in those powerful fingers, teasing the whimpering wolf as he was pushed right up to the peak. Edwin whimpered, his body shaking as Daddy caressed his cheek and balls, his whole body caught in that moment before an orgasm started, the chastity device making his dick ache and his balls pull up tight, before suddenly it stopped his impending orgasm by mimicking the firm pressure of a fist squeezing the wolf's dick hard. Edwin cried out, his whole body jerking, but he did not climax.

"That's my good girl." The powerful bear rumbled, his paws continuing to rub the wolf possessively. "Look at you, having one of your girly little orgasms just at the thought of me using these on you again. I bet you can't wait to feel it again, can you Missy?"

Missy nodded weakly as Daddy kissed her again, knowing damn well that he would do fucking anything if the bear allowed him cum again. Their kiss was broken when the doberman driver opened the passenger side door, and helped a trembling Missy out of the car.

***

Edwin was panting hard, his heart pounding like a drum as he staggered out of the limo and stood in the driveway, clutching the sounding set to his chest as if it were a woman's clutch purse.

The after effects of being so close to cumming, and then having his dick squeezed until it went soft as Daddy kissed him made his head swim. There was a clammy feeling to his fur, his ears were pressed flat against his head, and his body ached from being so close to orgasm, and then denied yet again. It was so bad that his legs were shaking. Worst of all, his head pounded from the drugs Dr. Stone had pumped him full of, making him so horny that his dick was still hard in the high tech chastity cage.

"What's our ETA, Michael?" Daddy asked from behind Edwin.

The doberman's eyes met Missy's and they lingered for moment, as if Michael were thinking hard. "We should reach the office by 11:30 sir." Michael said before closing the door to the limo. His eyes briefly met Edwin, and the wolf looked at him in desperation. Michael turned away, but he kept looking at the wolf as he walked round the car and got back into the driver's seat.

Fucking hell, Edwin thought, his mind spinning, it's not even noon yet? The wolf shivered, lamely adjusting his skirt so that it sort of covered up his erection and the wet spot he was making in the silk panties Daddy had dressed him in. His body itched, like his fur was too hot, and even though his chastity cage was working to force him to calm down, Edwin still felt like he was right on the edge of orgasm. It made thinking incredibly hard, just like his dick was trying to be. Behind Edwin, Daddy's limo pulled out smoothly, the high end luxury car making hardly any noise as it carried the bear away.

Edwin turned, skirt swirling, and watched his one hope for sexual respite, though probably not relief, being driven away. It made the wolf feel hollow inside to watch Daddy's car vanish from sight, hoping, almost praying he's turn back for just one more blowjob. Just one more quick fuck. One more orgasm inside his pet that would stop the chastity device from vibrating and making Edwin squirm with need. What was he supposed to do now?

Escape.

The word boomed in Edwin's head like a gong, punching through the unnatural lust clouding his thoughts, and the teenage wolf's eyes darted left and right out of pure instinct. Standing discreetly to either side of the little drive up to the manor house were two security personnel, a brown wolf and a large horse dressed in inexpensive jackets and slacks. Edwin didn't know their names, but he had a very clear picture of what their dicks looked and tasted like, and in his heightened state of arousal, that thought made the nineteen year old wolf's mouth begin to water.

They had been stationed where it would be easy for them to grab Edwin if the wolf tried to run as he got out of the limo. The only place Edwin could go was back into the mansion. Daddy, and his big fantastic dick, had made sure of that. Or more likely Bishop, whose dick was barbed, thick and tasted sour, had stationed the guards there to ensure nothing went wrong at the end of the wolf's first field trip away from the mansion.

Edwin hurriedly looked away from the horse, who had noticed that the sissy wolf was looking at him, and pretended to be looking at the flowers planted alongside the front driveway. It was stupid, the horse would know what Edwin had been doing if he had half a brain, but the wolf made an effort to look like he was just enjoying the view of Daddy's front gardens.

That's when he noticed that across the carefully manicured lawn, there was a badger tending to one of the large hedge walls that surrounded Daddy's property. The man was a burly, shirtless older badger, wearing just some jean overalls that showed off his muscular arms and broad back. The sight of the badger made Edwin's ears perk up, because while the wolf didn't know who the man was, he also couldn't picture what his dick looked like. Edwin hadn't seen a badger working for Daddy yet, was he new? Was the groundskeeping staff even included in the employment perks Daddy offered, like access to the house glory hole? Edwin's face flushed, and the teenage wolf felt the sudden urge to find out what the man's dick looked like, how it tasted, how much he came...

If he wanted to Edwin could just walk over there and offer to 'thank' him. Missy was supposed to make sure all the men of the house were properly relieved, after all, he could just...

A flush of embarrassment made the wolf spin back towards the mansion, fighting back against the drug induced lust. No, stop thinking like a slave. Edwin focused, forcing himself to think past the haze in his head, Focus on escape! I can't just take off running. That'd never work. And there's no telling if Michael will believe me about father. So... think of something else. I can't just stand here all day until Daddy comes home. The low buzz of the chastity cage around his sheath made the wolf shiver with desire at the thought of Daddy returning.

As Edwin fought with himself, one of the servants came out of the house. The man was a donkey Edwin had never spoken to, but the wolf had sucked him off three times now. The donkey walked over to the dog crate which was sitting in the driveway behind where the limo had been. Inside, Bitch was curled into an awkward ball, and when the donkey opened the crate he was able to pull the rabbit out with ease, the leather 'paw' gloves around Bitch's hands preventing Edwin's fellow slave from grabbing the wire cage and resisting the man. A leash was clipped to the rabbit's collar, and the donkey began to lead him into the mansion, Bitch crawling along behind on all fours with bad grace.

That's when Edwin saw Bishop was heading out to see him, and the wolf knew that if he didn't do something right now, then he would be spending the rest of today as the brutal tiger's plaything.

"I... I'll take him." Edwin called out hurriedly, scampering up to the donkey, who was only an inch or so taller than Edwin was. "Daddy... Daddy wants me to put To--Bitch in his room." The donkey, who couldn't be more than only a few years older than the nineteen year old wolf cringing in front of him, looked at the wolf with a dubious expression. "I... I have to make sure he properly takes care of Feral after being away for so long."

Edwin tried not to look at the icy glare that Bitch gave him, but the burro seemed to accept this explanation. "Fine, but you'll have to thank me for letting you do it, sweet cheeks." With that, the young man grabbed his crotch, groping what Edwin knew was a fairly impressive dick even for an equine his size.

"I, I'll thank you later today. I promise," Edwin said, his cheeks flushing and his balls aching at the thought of sucking more cock. "But my Daddy was quite firm I was to take care of my dog right away." The wolf tried to take the leash from the donkey, who resisted for a moment, "And Feral has been alone for hours..."

"Fine, that dog's been barking for like an hour now anyways." The donkey wiggled his ears and whipped his short tail. "I'll see you later. Or at least, you'll see part of me." Edwin felt himself blush, his dick throbbing in it's chastity cage at the thought.

The donkey gave a loud laugh at the way the wolf blushed as she sheepishly pulled the leash away from his hand and tugged the rabbit inside, hurriedly scurrying past the tiger standing at the door.

Edwin cringed as he went past Bishop, but the security tiger simply swished his long tail and smirked at the sissy wolf and rabbit as they went by.

***

Tom allowed himself to be led up the stairs and through the hallways of Daon's house, reflecting that it should be him leading the slave wolf on a leash, not the other way round.

Today had not been a good day. No day was a good day anymore, but today had been worse than most. Even those days when Bishop took a special interest in him. The sadistic tiger had taken a special pleasure in commanding Feral to fuck Tom until he triggered one of the rabbit's final orgasms.

Tom hadn't been able to sleep in that dog crate last night, his whole body shaking as he felt the pressure of the castrator ring press against his sack. That had been followed by the terror of being put in a hot trunk and driven across bumpy roads and railroad tracks, when any jolt might dislodge whatever was keeping his nuts intact. And then, that Bastard of a rhino had played one hell of trick on him.

He'd sent the orderlies out with not just any wheelchair, oh no, he sent them out with the castration prep chair. That wheelchair was specially designed with restraints and a special seat so that before the operation, the patient could be properly restrained while his balls were given their last moments of freedom, allowed to hang free and unobstructed. Then, the chair could be tilted back to provided easy access during the operation itself without having to move or restrain the patient a second time, and afterwards the chair's design put no pressure on the area while it healed. It was also a subtle bit of social engineering, as every slave who knew what the chair meant behaved themselves rather than be put into it. Once a slave was placed into that chair, their balls were forfeit.

So Tom had recognized the damn thing at once of course, and not just because his mind had been so focused on the thought of losing his balls for hours on end. He'd struggled mightily to stop the orderlies from strapping him down, trying to warn Edwin somehow what was about to happen. Not that the wolf could have helped him, but he was the only one there who might had listened, if Tom had been able to speak.

He'd caught one of the orderlies on the chin pretty good with his gloved paw. Tom had been forced to apologize orally later, and the man had forced Tom to choke on his dick for several minutes, but it had felt good to punch the man at the time.

The rhino had apologized for sending the chair, saying that he was only worried about the rabbit's balls being compressed on their way to the operating room to remove the ring, but Tom knew the fucker had been lying. He'd been taking pictures of the rabbit's panicked face when he'd said the words.

In retrospect, the procedure to remove the castrating ball ring had gone very smoothly. Very few stitches to close the wound, no complications, and no additional damage to his ball sack during the process.

During the procedure however, Tom had been in a state of almost blind panic as the rhino worked. Hindsight told the rabbit that the doctor had been playing things up, making exaggerated faces of consternation as he worked, sucking in his teeth and moving gingerly at just the right moments to make the rabbit think that even the slightest movement would result in his balls being removed by the cutter, snipped off just like the end of cigar.

Tom had been shaking all over, trying desperately to hold himself completely still, while his screams of fear came out as nothing but wheezed gasps. After working on him for several long minutes, removing the ring and setting it to one side, Dr. Stone had very gravely stood up, looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry Bitch... there's nothing I can do." Then after a long pause he said, "You will most certainly be left with a small scar"

The footage Dr. Stone took of Tom panicking during the procedure would probably have Mason jizzing into his panther slave's mouths for a month.

It had all been for show of course, and now that he was out of the hospital, Tom could see that. The song and dance had been punishment for somehow getting the castrator removed. Threatening what the rabbit feared most when really all the rhino wanted was to make Tom suffer.

Tom remembered doing similar things to boys he was training as punishment for disobedience. Edwin, the obedient little sissy, hadn't needed those kinds of extreme measures, but Tom had used them in the past. Once, he had placed a young bull into a stress position, where the boy was balanced on his hands and knees on unstable wooden blocks, while a noose was tied around the bull's balls, pulling them painfully back between his legs. Every shift of the boy's weight tugged on his nuts, pulling the rope tighter and tighter around his fat balls, and threatening to pull them right off if he fell.

It was all for show, theater designed to make the young man regret his defiance. The rope had been taut sure, taut enough that it tugged on his nuts, but if he'd really put stress on it it, by say falling to the ground, then the weight the rope was connected to would come tumbling to the ground as well.

It would have hurt like hell, but Tom hadn't wanted to castrate the young man. A bull boy without his balls was worth far less as a slave than one still intact. Most masters who wanted a steer wanted the privilege of taking the bull's testicals themselves. But after the threat of having his nuts pulled off young bull damn well complied the next time Tom told him to sit down on the rabbit's dick and milk his balls dry with his ass.

He'd trained that boy's ass into a god damn dick milking machine after that. Tom hadn't planned to do that when he'd first been assigned the young bull, but he'd made that the boy's signature quality once he realized how much the formerly straight boy had disliked being fucked. It was one of the fundamental tactics as a slave trainer; you turned what a slave hated doing most against them.

That kind of reasoning was why, after Dr. Stone had finished removing the castrator and had patched the rabbit up, he gave the rabbit several injections, the first going right into the base of his ball sack.

"Now, I realize that you might be worried by these injections." Dr. Stone had said patiently as he depressed the plunger on one shot, and Tom silently screamed. "Obviously you are very worried about anything happening to your dear canine husband's favorite objects, but you'll need to keep him from being rough with them for a few weeks if you want to heal up properly. I'm sure you'll tell Feral for me." The rhino smiled brightly at that, looking the furious rabbit in the eyes as he put another shot into Tom's taint.

"These shots will help you keep your balls and prostate in full and in good working order as you heal. In a day or two you'll begin over producing sperm in fact." The rhino beamed as his big gray hands fiddled with the rabbit's chastity cage, sliding the cage part back over the rabbit's soft cock. "You'll need to make sure that you climax at least once every day for the next few weeks actually, or the seminal fluid buildup might cause real damage. We don't want these plums going sour on us now do we?" The rhino's rough hand patted the rabbit's nude balls. "Since you can't paw off, I suggest you ask your husband for regular prostate milking instead. You know what the signal for 'mount' is, right?" Dr. Stone had patted the rabbit's caged dick gently at that point, and Tom had started screaming at the man, ignoring the fact that the doctor had made sure Tom would never say such words to a master anymore. He could damn well tell the rabbit was cursing him the fuck out anyway.

Which was why, when Dr. Stone was done washing his hands, he wheeled Tom out into the little waiting room next to the surgery rooms, shoved a rather large metal butt plug into the rabbit's ass, and hooked it up to an electro stim machine. The butt plug began delivering targeted jolts to his prostate several times a minute that caused the rabbit's whole body to tense up just like he was having an orgasm, but without any of the pleasurable release of one. Cum just leaked from the end of his dick as Doctor Stone made sure that his first prostate draining after those shots was not one he would enjoy. Then the rhino left him there as he went to give Missy her checkup.

The bastard even had the gall to pretend it was all for Tom's own good, saying he'd had great success speeding recovery using low level electroshock therapy. Tom was stuck there, bound to the gelding chair, his ass stretched around the estim plug, body convulsing in mock orgasm. That was when the orderlies who had unloaded him came round to show the rabbit slave what they thought of his earlier disobedience.

It had been hell, and as Tom crawled along on all fours, the rabbit could still feel the muscles in his thighs, butt, and belly twitching from the after effects, and his throat was still sore from the fucking it had received. From behind, it probably looked like his ass hole was winking at everyone who went by, as if tempting them to have a go at the house Bitch.

***

"Bitch," Edwin whispered, breaking Tom out of his thoughts. The wolf's voice was hushed, and he'd slowed their progress down the hallway to their rooms, "We need to talk. Well," the wolf grimaced, twisting the leash in his paws like the embarrassed teenager he was. "You know what I mean. But it has to be in private, can we do so safely in your room? Are the cameras in there?"

The rabbit glared up at the wolf, wondering how he was supposed to respond. Of course there were security cameras in his room. There were hidden cameras in almost every damn room in the house. Bishop had even gloated about watching the recording of the rabbit's inaugural evening with the dog Feral, laughing at how the rabbit had been forced to go to Missy, the sissy little slave boy, for help. But since the rabbit had no way of sarcastically telling the slut that, he just nodded instead.

"Okay, well, well we need to talk." They'd reached the slave's door, and the wolf knelt down, rubbing the rabbit's ears as Tom was a real fucking dog. Behind Tom, the rabbit could hear the barks of the actual dog in his room, which made the wolf's whispered words hard to hear even though Edwin leaned in close to Tom, rubbing the rabbit's white face as he were a favorite pet. Tom was pissed as hell at the demeaning treatment until he realized that issy was trying to hide his muzzle in case somebody was reading his lips on the camera behind them on the wall, which was pointed at Missy's door and had a clear view of the two of them, but not Missy's mouth.

"We have to escape, Tom."

The rabbit looked at the wolf incredulously, and he wanted to laugh in his face, but there was no point. If he could still talk, he would have told the idiot wolf there was no way in hell Daddy was going to let him get away, and that no boy had ever gotten away from the organization in the past. If he tried to run, the wolf would forfeit those precious nuts that Missy kept whining about so much. Hell, if Daon so much as thought she was plotting an escape, he would do it. She wouldn't even get a chance to use that silver tipped tongue of hers that had gotten her daddy to bend over backwards for her. She'd simply wake up castrated and that would be that.

Well, Tom thought, I'm going to be the first slave to successfully escape, or die trying. Might as well have the slut's help doing so. If she's willing to risk running away, I know exactly how she can help me escape.

They weren't Tom's balls on the line after all.

***

Tom's balls were however, exactly what Edwin was worried about when he opened the door to the rabbit's room and found himself face to face with a loudly barking black dog.

Feral had been pacing back and forth in Tom's old room, barking in a regular fashion that suggested he had really been barking for an hour, and would go on barking for hours on end. The moment the dog spotted the two slaves however, the routine alert barks changed to rabid, full throated barks of anger as he rushed the rabbit and wolf.

Edwin momentarily froze in panic as the dog bowled into the two of them, the feral dog's broad shoulders pushing him away from the rabbit. As Edwin staggered, dropping the rabbit's leash, Feral immediately rounded on the rabbit.

Tom raised his paws defensively, but there was nothing he could do to fend the black furred beast off, and the rabbit was on his back in moments, the dog's jaws snapping as they tried to reach Bitch's balls.

That's when the wolf lunged back at his fellow canine, trying desperately to grab Feral's collar. The dog reacted instantly, barking and pushing Edwin back, bowling the slender wolf over. Feral leapt on top of Edwin, pinning the slender, femininely dressed wolf down. There was a flash of red, and Edwin realized that Feral was more than just angry at being left alone all morning. No, the dog's dick was at full mast, and he was intending to relieve his pent up balls in Edwin's mouth just as he had during their first meeting. Well, not just like. That had been a dignified make out session with the dog's dick compared to what the dog intended now.

Feral was moments away from fucking Edwin's face until he knotted the wolf's mouth when Edwin punched him right in his big fat swinging balls.

The dog's growling ended in a yelp and he leapt away from Edwin, ears back and head low in submission as the wolf staggered to his feet, panting hard in panic as he leaned against the wall. Feral slunk around the room away from Missy, tail curled and back legs wobbling, but feral dog's erection had not gone down, and he made his way past the wolf towards the rabbit.

"Feral, heel," Edwin snapped. The dog looked up, ears perked suddenly. But whatever he saw made him ignore the command, and he turned back to Bitch, eyes intent on the rabbit's face. "Heel!" the wolf shouted, still panting hard. Again, the dog looked up, confused.

Across the room, Tom had gotten back to his knees, and made a motion, gesturing towards the floor with one paw.

Edwin mimicked the movement, and Feral came over to sit on the floor beside the wolf, looking up eagerly at him, his huge red dog cock jutting up at the wolf as if he expected the feminine wolf to service him again.

"Right... right, um, so I think you're gonna actually have to follow through on what I told that donkey earlier." Edwin said as he looked at Tom.

Tom shook his head violently, mouthing very clearly, 'fuck you, you do it,' before crawling over to the door out of his room. The rabbit tried unsuccessfully to open the door with gloved paws, but the handle on this side was specifically designed to be hard to do that. He'd just gotten the handle turned and the latch open, when Edwin reached him and pushed the door closed.

"No, Tom," Edwin said more firmly, and the white rabbit looked up at the grey and white wolf in surprise. "It's your fucking fault Feral is even here," the teenage wolf growled, "and you're gonna have to suck him off. Or let him fuck you, whatever. But that dick is your problem." The wolf pointed at the dog, who had obediently turned to face them when Edwin walked over. The dog's thick red cock bounced as he barked happily once, his balls apparently recovered from Edwin's abuse.

The lights in the room flickered on and off once, twice, and Edwin's face feel as his ears picked up the sound of the glory hole next door buzzing as one of the house servants presented their dick for service. That dick on the other hand, Edwin thought, was his problem and Daddy would not be happy if he kept the staff waiting.

Remembering that this was all being captured on film, Edwin added, "And... and as you do Bitch, you think about what you've done. You betrayed my Daddy, and Feral is your punishment." The wolf leaned down and whispered, "and think of somewhere we can talk safely Tom, because I'm not staying here forever."

With that the wolf left the rabbit, going to the glory hole and reluctantly kneeling in front of it.

As Edwin walked away, Feral watched with interest. Once the wolf had been gone for a minute, Feral slowly left the position he'd been ordered him to take up. The big black dog began stalking towards Bitch, keeping a wary eye on Missy as he passed the door to her room to see if she'd stop him this time. The big black dog's cock started bobbing and leaking pre as Feral stalked closer and closer to Tom, a big doggy grin on his face as he realized he wasn't going to be stopped this time. Bitch began shaking his head no, frantically crawling away on his gloved paws, but they'd done this dance before.

An alpha dog always gets his way with his Bitch.

***

The planning meeting with his construction team working on the Lucient project lasted longer than Daon had hoped it would, and by the three hour mark, he was beginning to lose focus. He couldn't help it, he wanted to know what Missy was doing back at the house, and the logistics of the project were becoming a real headache. The details of the plan kept getting changed, and that required Daon's company to rework the plans over and over again, and the bear's mind began to wander as he cut through one gordian knot after another in the planning. Despite how drained he was from the day before, Doan checked his phone clandestinely as much as he could to see what his Missy was doing.

The organization provided an app which sent him info about his pet based on the reading from the high tech chastity cage she wore, and it even allowed him to control the device, but there was no way he could tap into the video feeds of Missy working the glory hole in such a large meeting. It would be different if Missy were under his desk, where his feisty she-wolf could probably suck his dick all day without being noticed, if her performance in the initial planning meeting was any evidence, but he couldn't watch her servicing the staff on his phone like he sometimes did from his home office.

Eventually, the bear made an excuse to leave the meeting for a while, and went to his executive washroom so he could see what his girl was doing. Once he was alone, he called up the video feed from Missy's glory hole camera's, her pretty face filling the screen of his phone, those gorgeous lips of hers wrapped around the base of a thick, equine cock, a pair of heavy balls pressed against her chin as they unloaded into Missy's throat.

***

Edwin twitched and trembled, paws twisting and clinging to the handles of the designer glory hole, as his throat spasmed in a milking fashion around the hard dick he was deep throating. The Full Control strap around his head had been pulled taut when the donkey on the other side first began to cum, forcing the ring gagged wolf to take him to the hilt, and the man had not let up since.

Before being kidnapped, Edwin would have choked and gagged on the donkey's throbbing penis, desperate for air. Now, his trained slave's throat took it without gagging as Edwin held his breath, forcing himself to stay calm. The donkey wasn't as thick or as long as Daddy was after all. The wolf's body was trembling and squirming anyways, and his eyes were wide, because as he slowly choked on the donkey's dick Edwin's own cock was being stroked relentlessly.

It was a dizzying, mind altering conflict of feelings. Edwin couldn't breathe, and his chest was beginning to burn from holding his breathe for two, maybe three minutes, but his dick was on the edge of orgasm. He might be choking to death on someone's cock, but the head of his own penis was constantly being rubbed and vibrated, and he was dancing at the very edge of climax. But no matter how much the young wolf wanted it, no matter how much he thrust his hips uselessly in the air or whimpered around the dick in his throat he'd just brought to climax, he could not cum. Edwin couldn't get past being unable to breathe! He was being forced to deepthroat donkey dick as the man began to relieve himself in a different way, his shaft pulsing as he pissed down Edwin's throat. The teenage wolf in his slip dress and pantiers felt that full hard shaft throbbing in his throat, blocking his windpipe and making the wolf panic deep down inside, and that kept him from going over the edge.

Edwin closed his eyes and tried to scream, to howl, but all he accomplished was giving the man's dick a nice milking sensation with his throat. As the man received Full Service, the wolf slave began struggling to draw breathe past the hardness blocking his windpipe to no avail.

The strap around his head eventually loosened, and Edwin was allowed to sit back, gasping for air through the ring gag holding his muzzle open the required amount. The moment he began to breathe normally again, the chastity device sensed the change in his vitals and switched modes. It began squeezing his dick painfully to prevent his slave penis from getting off like the dick of the real man he'd just been sucking on.

The nineteen year old wolf knelt in front of the glory hole in his pink and white room, which matched his skimpy pink dress and panties, staring numbly at the deflating penis of the donkey that had just finished violating his muzzle. Inside his chastity cage, the wolf's own long denied penis was forced down as well.

The wolf blinked, vision wavering as he gasped for breath. He had almost died... or at least it had felt like it. No... it hadn't been as bad as when Daddy had nearly smothered him with his Pride. He hadn't started to black out yet. Edwin sniffled and took deep, calming breaths. Okay... yes in the moment it had been bad, but he was okay now. He wondered what Daddy would do if he'd passed out while deepthroating one of the servants and the man ended up pissing all over him and the floor. Would Edwin get intro trouble for that? Edwin tried to swallow nervously, but the ring gag made that impossible.

Thoughts hazy, Edwin just stared at the gloryhole, muzzle flecked with spittle and cum, and tried to think of something else. He fixated on the only thing he could see, the fine penis he had just serviced.

The light grey burro stud had a fine cock, with the mottled pattern common to some equines, and a broad crowned tip that had flared powerfully as he came. That flare fulfilled the role nature intended it too, and had done a good job of filling the back of Edwin's throat and forcing him to swallow the man's load. Not a drop of the burro's jizz had escaped. Everything on Edwin's face was from a previous servant, another wolf who'd demanded a facial. No, the burro's jizz had all gone right down into the wolf's belly, but only because the donkey had the self-control not to frantically thrust his hips into Edwin's mouth when he came like most of other equines on Daddy's staff did.

The donkey, who Edwin guessed was part of the housekeeping staff based on the scents clinging to his fur, had just forced Edwin to fully deepthroat his dick when he came. His flare ensured that his seed did not escape, even though the wolf's belly might not have been where nature intended the equine to spill his seed. Though, as far as Daddy was concerned, Missy's belly was exactly where all his staff's cum was meant to go, and his Missy would drink it up eagerly if she knew what was good for her. She would drink load after load of their cum through this glory hole, pleasure Daddy's staff for months and years on end, even if the cocks delivering it made the wolf gag as it was shoved down his throat.

On the other hand, as bad as holding his breath and having his throat plugged by an equine's flare had been, Edwin was glad that the donkey had simply forced him to take all of his dick as he came. Sure it hurt to deep throat somebody for that long, and Edwin had to force himself not to gag or choke on it, but when the donkey switched from using the wolf's mouth as a cum dumpster to a urinal Edwin hadn't been forced to actually taste the man's piss. All he'd had to worry about was not passing out.

Edwin numbly removed the ring gag he wore and replaced it into the little drawer that let him exchange things with the men he was servicing. Then, the wolf cradled his own, ignored balls, rubbing them gingerly as his chastity cage assumed the role of a more traditional chastity device, preventing his over eager dick from growing fully hard so he could not climax.

The donkey whickered as he zipped up, the fancy glory hole closing temporarily as the man stepped back. There were some soft words exchanged on the other side of the wall, and Edwin waited, eyes on the row of Now dim lights, without much expectation of being given a break from sucking cock. The burro, who was the same donkey Edwin had spoken to the front door, had been the fifth man in the last few hours to exercise his employment perks and seek relief from the only 'girl' in the house since Edwin had come back to his room, and the second to require Full Service. There would almost certainly be more.

Sure enough, the 'No Hands' and 'Full Control' indicators lit up as they were selected, the overhead lights flashed as the 'call attendant' button was pressed, and the glory hole slid open with a soft hiss. Then, without ceremony, another penis was presented to the wolf for proper service. A pair of fat, black furred nuts that smelled like a panther were slid through the hole along with the barbed shaft of his next guest.

Gripping the handles like he was supposed to, Edwin leaned forward and beginning by kissing the panther's tip, his lips opening to caress the feline's tapered shaft. Edwin's thoughts were still hazy and lust filled, his head still spinning from the aphrodisiacs pumping through his veins, but he could think better now. As he slowly made out with the feline's tip, Edwin thought about the man who this penis belonged to.

The panther's name was Joe, and he helped run the security room where all the mansion's video feeds ended up. The panther would know what rooms were safe to talk to Bitch in and which were being observed, but there was no point in asking him that kind of question. Or any questions really, as the slack of the control strap was taken up by the panther on the other side of the wall.

So instead Edwin's tongue began caressing the soft bumps that where the cat's barbs. They felt strange on his tongue, but Edwin had to admit they probably felt amazing when getting fucked. They did not have quite the same effect now as the panther pulled on the strap, forcing Edwin's muzzle forward until he was nuzzling the black pubic fur and taking the cat's entire shaft. As he gagged slightly on the man's dick, Edwin began to suck, his canine tongue sliding across the underside of the cat's hard shaft. After holding his nose to the wall for a few moments, the panther began to jerk the wolf's head up and down on his dick, combining that with steady thrusts of his cock.

"Aww yah," Edwin heard Joe say with some real enthusiasm, "That's it bitch, take my dick like the slut you are. Aww yah, bet you just love sucking this much dick. I bet you're getting hard in your cage sucking a real man's dick ain't yah?"

Edwin, his head swimming and mouth full of cock, couldn't do anything but moan out a response. He couldn't tell the cat how much he didn't want to wear a dress or be Daddy's sex slave. How much he didn't want to be sucking off near total strangers. That he didn't want his dick to be locked up without relief for weeks, months, possibly years on end, as he gave other men orgasm after orgasm.

Nor could he tell the panther how goddamn hard the wolf's dick was as he sucked Joe off. The wolf couldn't tell him how the chastity cage had been stroking his dick in different patterns for over an hour now, how it had brought him to edge of cumming three times as he fellated the servants of the manor house. His mouth was too busy greedily sucking dick for that.

Even if he had been free to talk, Edwin wouldn't have had the presence of mind to say anything like that. All the wolf would have done if he could speak would be to beg for the cat to fuck him, in the vain hope that these tickling barbs would be enough prostate stimulation to force the wolf to cum despite the chastity device around his sheathe.

Edwin's hips were thrusting at the air, his hands gripping the gloryhole handles as he tried to mount the air. When he had the chance, the wolf used one paw to please the man he was servicing and the other to rub his dick in it's cage, but that wasn't anywhere near enough stimulation. In the lust filled haze he was in, the wolf's only thought was to get that stimulation by sucking the dicks in his mouth as best as he possibly could and hope for relief.

When the cat let the strap play out some, Edwin lifted up, his tongue curling around the man's shaft to tease his barbs. The panther made a mrowling sound that was slightly muffled by his body as it pressed against the glory hole, but Edwin could tell Joe liked what the wolf had done.

Joe let Edwin pleasure his barbs from that point on, the wolf's tongue eagerly curling and sweeping across them until the panther's body tensed, his breathing became labored, and with a yowl his dick spurted fresh jizz into Edwin's mouth.

The wolf swallowed greedily, his muzzle sliding down the panther's shaft, his nose pressed into the black fur as he huffed dick and whimpered in despair. The ache in his own balls was not reduced, and the chastity device kept stroking his dick, leaving Missy aching for release as the panther pulled his dick free of the wolf's muzzle. "God damn you're so much better than that toothless rabbit. You really know how to treat a man's dick right, girl."

The only sound Edwin could make in reply was a low, desperate whimper as the device constraining his dick began to vibrate slowly, and another hard dick replaced Joe's soft one, eager and ready for service.

***

Daon leaned back, panting heavily as he rubbed his hard erection slowly. Watching Missy suck dick like that, with such desperate eagerness... Yes his girl was really settling into her role as the house 'girl'. She put such eager effort into servicing his staff and into trying to make him cum this morning... Daon tensed, his fingertip playing with the tip of his cock, spreading the lips of his piss slit as he thought about how good it had looked to fuck Missy's little cock like that until she'd made that filthy mess... Daon shivered, pulling his paw away from his dick. He shouldn't touch himself thinking about that, that was gay. And he wasn't gay. Besides, he didn't need to masturbate anymore. He had his Missy for that now, and it was unfair to waste an orgasm on anything but her pleasure.

So instead of finishing himself off in his private bathroom, which Daon had ensured had proper ventilation to disperse the scent of his jacking sessions during the years before Missy came to him. As he stuffed himself back into his pants, Daon typed out and sent a message to his staff, alerting them that Missy was working her glory hole today and was feeling extra thirsty, and would be available until Daon returned home late.

That ensured that there was a constant parade of men ready to thrust their dicks into Missy's room and demand that she get them off. An idea that had once horrified Missy was now the focus of the wolf's unnatural lust, and word soon got around the mansion that Missy was extra eager to get fresh loads of cum, unlike Bitch who had been giving unenthusiastic blowjobs for the last few weeks.

Edwin's day descended into a lust filled haze as Doctor Stone's drugs and chastity cage kept him on the very edge of orgasm throughout the day. Many of the young and horny men Daddy employed who visited the gloryhole complimented the wolf on her skill and enthusiasm, saying that a girl's mouth was always better than a fag like Bitch's.

Behind him, Missy could hear it whenever Bitch entertained his own master throughout the afternoon, while Missy sucked one dick after another, going late into the evening before Daddy finally returned home and gave the horny wolf's balls a slow, agonizingly wonderful tongue bath.

Faking the moans of his girlish orgasms as the bear licked his balls was particularly easy that night. For the first time, Edwin was genuinely happy, and deeply relieved, that his Daddy bear fucked him to sleep that night.

***

William Lucient cautiously inserted the jump drive into the USB port of his laptop and waited. The jump drive had arrived at his New York condo by mysterious means, a drop off by some unknown courier, and while the wolf certainly didn't trust it he did want to see what it contained.

So he'd grabbed an old laptop he'd had lying around at the office, had one of his office techs wipe the hard drive so it contained nothing vital, loaded it up with security software, and brought it home. If the jump drive had some clever virus on it, he'd turn the thing over to his company's infosec specialists to find out who was stupid enough to try tricking him.

Sure enough the drive had an autoplay feature on it, but instead of loading malware, a video began to play.

The old wolf sucked in a breath as his son Edwin's youthful and very frightened face filled the screen. It had been months since William had seen his son's face, and Edwin's grey fur was dark in the low lighting, but the white fur on his cheeks gleamed with tears.

"Daddy... Daddy please," the wolf said quietly, tears rolling down his cheeks. William gaped, shocked that his son's voice sounded so unfamiliar. It had been months since he's heard it, true, but he sounded so different. High pitched and breathy. The younger wolf struggled some, his shoulders straining in vain against the big brown arms that were wrapped around him from behind. "Please help me, Daddy. I need you." The teenage wolf took a shuddering breath as he begged, "I need you, Daddy. I need you," Edwin pleaded, the despair and desire in his voice like knives in his father's gut as Edwin pleaded, looking into the camera as his body shook in those strong furry brown arm's grasp.

The camera began panning down Edwin's body, showing that he was lying on his side in a bed with red sheets. William felt sick. The young wolf's body was naked and shook rhythmically, and William's stomach turned. The way that brown furred body moved behind Edwin left nothing to the imagination. His son was being raped by another man.

When the camera came the Edwin's groin, it lingered on his cock, which was encased in a strange metal device. William felt his chest tighten as he began breathing wildly. A chastity device? The... the bastards were not just fucking his son, they'd emasculated him with a chastity device?! This was intolerable! Edwin cried out again, begging for his father to help him, as a big brown paw reached down and gripped his nuts, playing with his chastised cock and balls as the camera moved on.

The view turned, showing the rapist's penis as it took the wolf. Huge, hard, and red the dick was pounding into Edwin's well lubed asshole like a battering ram. Edwin's hole no longer provided any resistance to the maleness invading him, and the gray and white fur around his hole sticky with cum from previous loads. The man fucking his son gave a grunt, his brown furred body began moving more rapidly, and then he thrust in deep and held himself inside the younger wolf, all but the last two inches of that huge dick plowing into Edwin's rump. William watched in horror as the vein along the underside of that massive dick pulsed as the rapist's seed was planted in his son. His nineteen year old son was crying out for his Daddy to come get him as it happened, and the words twisted in his father's chest.

His son was being bred right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do about it. His son was being raped, not for the first time, and every moment of it was caught on camera, up close and personal. Words appeared across the bottom of the screen as the brown furred man's cock withdrew, leaving Edwin's hole gaping and leaking a lot of cum.

"Four months and twelve days in chastity. Not one orgasm," the words read. "And he never will again."

"I want to cum! Please, let me shoot my seed," Edwin's voice begged. "I'll do anything, please! Daddy! Daaady..."

The brown furred male pressed up close to the young wolf, holding him tightly as his dick went soft as he cuddled the wolf from behind. The way he held Edwin made it very clear that he was not going to release William's son from the chastity cage or let him go. In fact, the only thing he was going to do was fuck his son when his dick got hard enough again.

"Please, please Daddy... help me... please..." Edwin's voice sobbed, the sound like knives in William Lucient's chest.

The video faded to black and Mr. Lucient stared at it, completely stunned. When the video began to play again, he hurriedly paused the movie so he wouldn't hear or see his son's rape a second time. The image froze, and Edwin's frightened eyes looked out of the screen at him.

The old wolf's paws trembled and he shut the laptop, unable to look at his son's face another moment longer. William stood, pushing his chair away from his desk. He stalked to the window, shaking with anger.

His son, his legacy, was in danger. Edwin hadn't gone off to party for the summer to sow his wild oats like William had assumed. No, he had been kidnapped.

The old wolf stared out the window unseeing, teeth grinding as his shoulder shook with rage. When his son had first stopped calling home each week, William had just assumed that Edwin had become wrapped up in his classes. It was finals, and his son had always put effort into doing well in class.

When summer had started and he didn't return home, his father had assumed he'd gone off to do something... well young and stupid. Disobedient. Edwin had done stupid things like that before, sneaking off from business conferences rather than paying attention and making connections. William thought his son was simply off rebelling, going off and debauching himself for the summer, probably cavorting with some young stud he'd met at school, living it up and fucking, or Lucient shuddered, possibly getting fucked by all the handsome young men of europe he could.

Well, William wasn't heartless. He dissaproved of his son's sexuallity, it was unseemly, but he was a modern man. He knew it wasn't a choice. He'd planned to let the younger wolf have his fun before making sure that his son did his duty to their family and provided a proper legacy for the Lucient clan by marrying a proper woman and sired pups. He could satisfy his urges with a servant like a proper gentleman should. So what if Edwin used a pool boy or gardener to do so instead of a chambermaid? He'd asked some of the private investigators he used to dig up business secrets to look into the matter and keep an eye on his son during the summer, but they hadn't found where Edwin had gone.

Now... now he knew why. For the last four months Edwin had been kept prisoner by some insane... queer who was using his body, and keeping him in chastity the whole time.

Rage boiled in William's chest, which was so tight he could barely breathe as he pulled out his phone. Breath coming in sharp intakes through his nose, William Lucient went to his bedroom, and took a small flip phone from his bedside table. It was the untraceable burn phone he used only to call those people he never wanted to appear on his telephone records. He called his best fixer, a shady private investigator who cost more than most cars to do even a simple job. Whatever faggot had done this to his son was going to pay.