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Alek seems to take considerable pleasure watching Ember swallow a large amount of his own cum; and like adding petrol to a flame, the wolf feels all the more ready to go and find Cal and teach him what happens when you're fuckably cute. Once last of it his wolfed down, his Master unbuckles all the restraints, removes the visor and lets him free from the Machine.

“Good boy. Wait there."

Alek takes the full jar back out of the chiller and carries it into the study to be locked away in the freezer drawer. Ember stands by the laboratory doorway, haunched and breathing heavily, his mouth filled with the taste of sex. His body is still deeply under the effect of the serum and as a result, if it weren't visibly obvious by the turgid cock drooling precum, he is ravenously horny; especially now he is deprived of visual aid.

Despite knowing how good it will feel when he gets to fuck a real ass again, he is forced to marshal his hands as they veer insistently towards his cock. But that doesn't stop his mind from wandering all the same. Vivid daydreams of the intimacy he'll soon be experiencing is interrupted when a click under his chin snaps reality back to the foreground.

“Come with me, pet," Alek command, taking a firm grip on the leash in his hand.

“M-master?" Ember squeaks as his collar is tugged, forcing him to comply.

“Fret not, wolf, you'll still get to fuck Cal, but only under my terms."

Alek turns back to flash a wicked grin and leads them both out onto the landing where he sticks his fingers in his mouth and whistles hard. Ember winces at the piercing sound, glad that it was short-lived. Within seconds all of his servants are present and in a line at the top of the stairs. They all look between the Master and Ember and themselves, likely noting that there is still time left on the clock.

“As it turns out, our newest wolf is about as productive as Hess, which is great news for us all," Alek explains. “However, I wasn't prepared and the amount backlogged the Machine which I'll need to clean now." He tugs on the leash for effect, eliciting a soft mewl from Ember. “With 15 minutes still on his time, I've decided to grant you all some time with him, to finish off his session; starting with you." He gestures to the whitest of the trio and beckons him forward.

“Thank you, Master," Cal says eagerly. “What do you want me to do?"

“I want to see you fucked."

The wolf blushes, and struggles to hold his gaze on the grinning human. Hess and Voigt also show their excitement for this, hoping they will be allowed to watch.

“Then," Alek continues, “once he's filled you, you will all be allowed to join in."

“This is fucking awesome," Hess blurts, stroking his growing cock in anticipation. “Thanks so much, Master."

“You're welcome."

“Um," Ember groans, catching the human's attention while still taking deep lungfuls. “I want to request that Hess be put back in the chastity collar."

The chubby wolf immediately deflates and droops his ears. His arms and tail flop limply with a pathetic whine in accompaniment.

“Awww sirrrr. No fair!"

“Yes that's fine by me," Alek agrees plainly, and wafts his hand dismissively to the study door. “Go fetch your collar."

“Yes Master," Hess groans, and dawdles around the railing.

“You really are cruel when you want to be," Alek chuckles.

“If I may, Master," Ember starts, leaning close to the human's ear to whisper a follow up request. “I'd also like to have the spill-band be put on him when it's his turn."

“Hmm … I'll think about it," Alek replies, and Ember nods, thankful at least for his suggestion to be considered.

The defeated brown wolf returns shortly after, carrying the chastity collar at his side. He hands it to his Master, who then passes it directly to Ember while he unlocks the normal collar from Hess's neck.

“Ember …" Alek presents his hand toward the wolf. “You may collar your pet."

Hess noticeably flusters at this, having never been collared by anyone other than Alek the entire time he's been here. He looks up at his owner and gulps before baring his neck submissively. Ember grins wide, quickly wrapping it around the fluffy neck and snapping it into place.

The effect is instant. Forced to observe as his dick quickly start to soften, Hess's fidgets, aroused and unable to show it. The knot lessens, and the shaft retreats into the sheath until not even the tip is visible. He grumbles at the frustration of being horny and now lacking those pleasurable throbs from his nethers. Yet, he knows his place, and begrudgingly thanks his owner before falling back into line. Voigt ruffles his head mockingly and calls him a good boy, which he secretly appreciates.

“Right, with me boys," Alek directs and they all follow in tow into the rec-room, Ember being led firmly along with the lead.

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Once inside, Cal is directed up onto the bed while the remaining wolves sit on the sofa to chaperone and wait as reserves. Apart from the leashed wolf, who is made to stand at the edge of the bed. His mind flashes back to one of the memories from the chair, the one of Cal laying back on the bed, and him standing over, but with much less of an audience. Though, he thinks, it wouldn't be a surprise if the chair had the functionality to put the other wolves in the scene as spectators. His Master comes up next to him and wraps an arm around, still holding the leash tight. His fingers wrap around the wolf's erection, and grips it tightly, feeling it pulse rhythmically, eagerly over its prey.

“You're going to fuck my boy until you fill him with cum. But don't tie him, he's not as experienced as Hess and you will likely just hurt him."

The wolf on the bed shifts his eyes, slightly embarrassed by that comment; true as it may be.

“Yes Master," Ember confirms, ready to perform his duty as required.

“Then when you're done, I'm going to let Voigt fuck you, and you're going to fill your pet with your last load before the serum wears off."

“Yes Master," the black wolf affirms again, looking at the other two who are both wagging their tails, one more frantically than the other.

The leash is unclipped and Alek wheels over the chair from the desk so he can have a comfortable seat. He undresses in front of them all until he is confidently exposed, at which, the wolves all share a collective horny growl. He plonks himself down on the seat and rests his legs up on the bed, leaving them purposefully close to Cal's face. The butler whimpers, smelling the bare skin and, as if reading his mind, the toes are pressed against his muzzle, forcing him to take in the scent. He moans softly and thanks his Master for doing that.

Given the nod to initiate, Ember lifts up the white-furred legs and tugs the body back towards the edge. He notices how the feet being ground against Cal's muzzle follow along, not dropping contact for a second. Pleased of the effect they're having, he slips a hand between the thighs and gives the sheathed erection a gentle stroke, twirling a finger around the tip to finish. Not wanting to deny his master's wishes for long, nor the impatience of his own libido, he hooks his arms under the legs and takes a firm grip on the wolf's thinner hips. Grasping tightly, he hoists up the lower body and, like a guided missile, the tip strikes its target.

Cal squeaks a dainty yelp as he's penetrated with little precursory attention, but he's skilled enough back there that at least the width up to the knot wouldn't be a problem; even for wolf of Ember's girth. He grabs the foot that's not on his muzzle and starts massaging, desperate to serve as best as he can in this position. For his efforts, he is ordered to start licking, which means he can stop wasting energy mentally begging for it, and actually get it done. As the wolf at his rear ventures deeper, his tongue darts out of his agape mouth and starts working its way between all the toes. The pleasant sounds that his Master makes tells him he's doing a good job and works hard to cover every inch of the foot from heel to nail.

Ember watches intently, always impressed at Cal's fervour in attending to feet, as his dick squeezes ever deeper inside. He hardens his grip just below the waistline when his knot finds resistance and can only threaten to push on. Yet he grins the engorged bulb against the tight hole, feeling so excited to be able to share his next orgasm with Cal. Even exposed to the other wolves and their Master, the intimacy is fulfilling enough, especially when the legs dangling at his sides wrap around and hold their bodies close. Through gritted teeth he growls and begins thrusting; pulling back to the ridge of his glans and back as far as he can. A slick thump of flesh on flesh echos off the ceiling, encouraging a lustful anticipation to all who hear it.

The submissive wolf gasps with every few collisions, the assault on his prostate making it difficult to concentrate on his own task. His head and vision dizzies, feeling a surge of pleasure ripple over his nervous system with every knock at the back door. He mumbles a quiet apology every time he has to be reminded to return to his service with a toe wiggle or an indicative bap to his cheek. The taste and scent of his master's feet tickling his senses is enough to make him drool spit and pre, and if not for the collar he would likely be spilling his seed by now as well.

Hess frustratedly toys with his soft dick with one hand and Voigt's with the other, jealous that Cal gets to go first. He fidgets impatiently, whining and constantly having to lick his lips of saliva to prevent dripping. Voigt is reclined with an arm resting on the back of the sofa behind the other wolf. He's smiling as he watches the erotic display, waiting his turn while his dick is fiddled with. He runs a hand down Hess's back and toys with his hole, only making him groan more desperately during the visual torment.

While still under the effects of the serum, Ember's next orgasm fast approaches; albeit slower now as his system works hard to remove the drug from his veins. Unlike in the machine, where everything is simulated and only representative of the real world, now he has someone tangible to use, his body has no trouble getting to the climax. He moans, humping more vigorously and sporadically, hoping that this one will feel more fulfilling than those he experienced in the chair.

Clearly noticing the impending release, Alek pulls his feet away and leans over the bed so he can start kissing the tall wolf. A stifled, breathy moan escapes around his lips as he presses his tongue inside the muzzle. Cal returns the gesture and slips a hand under his master's body to start groping his erection, which only adds to their combined arousal. Alek grants the same kindness and starts squeezing the wolf dick which only makes Cal want to kiss more passionately so he pulls his Master's head closer.

In a show of dominant compassion, just as Ember starts growling into his orgasm, Alek unlocks Cal's collar and pushes his sheath back over the knot in a swift motion.

The blue eyes bolt open and immediately his face contorts into a war of muscles as he and Ember share this moment. He chirps a broken moan, cum shooting from his dick and covering his chest in thick white lines, barely visible against his fur. He feels his master's fingers clench behind the knot, improving the distance of projectile and the overall experience in pleasure. All while the cock inside him is pulsing and grinding his prostate, and with the continued kissing, he loses himself fully to the moment. Any thoughts that could be had are now queued as his mind fades to a sparkly reflection of consciousness, stuck in time.

Ember, barely noticing anything beyond his master moving to kiss Cal, shuts his eyes as his body convulses into a release of unknown number. The ache of his dick starting to take as the drug's effect wanes, but with it still in his body, the enjoyment is no lesser. The ring around his shaft tightens as the telltale wail resounds below. He opens his eyes and looks down in time to watch a fresh load of werewolf cum get shot out. The legs around his body judder as Cal weakens from the powerful climax, forcing reliance on Ember's firm grip until they're through.

Even after forty minutes on the chair, Cal still ends up full to bursting, laying limp on the bed, with his dick left twitching. The familiar click around his neck signals unceremoniously the end to their session yet he is content and smiles, comforted by it. He looks up at his master and giggles cutely.

“Thank you, Master, that was really unexpected."

“You're welcome. Oh!" Alek quickly raises a hand to stop Ember from pulling out as it looked like he was about to do. “Hess, cleanup."

“Aaah I was really hoping you would say that, thank you, Master!"

Hess jumps up off the sofa and bounds to the foot of the bed where he collapses to his knees. He scoots himself under Cal's leg and starts sniffing and licking at the black balls and knot above him, cleaning them of sweat and run-off cum. Assured there will be no loss, Ember retracts while Hess is there to catch it all. Once pulled free, he grabs Cal's thighs and presses his muzzle between the cheeks, slurping and drinking down all of the seed that leaks out, not letting any go to waste.

While standing there, Ember leans down and grips his pets collar, pushing his face forward and forcing his lips up against the flesh. Hess groans and whimpers lustfully, pushing his tongue inside which in turn makes the recipient gasp. Only when he's reached all he can does he pull away, drowsy, and with cum dripping from his jowls. Now freed, Cal climbs off the bed to make room for Ember's next subject.

“Cal," Alek says, quietly pulling the wolf to the side and whispering in his ear.

His butler nods with a smile, stretches his back and hobbles out of the room. Knowing better than to ask questions, the remaining servants all wait for their instruction. Except Hess who stares greedily at his Master's dick, not really noticing what happened or that Cal is no longer in the room. Alek strokes it teasingly for a few seconds before returning to his chair and directing his attention to the grey wolf still in waiting. He waggles his finger and Voigt springs up as though he were twenty years younger.

“I'd like a demonstration of your activities from the woods." Alek grins.

“Yes, Master," he replies and walks behind the black wolf.

“And you're going to fuck Hess again," Alek continues as his eyes return to Ember. “Knot and all."

“Gladly."

Ember grins toothily down at the chubby wolf who nods and pants frantically; his cock not even allowed to show how horny he really is, no matter how much he fiddles with it.

Just as the black wolf's cock is working its way back inside a cosy bottom, Cal returns to the room and hands something to the master. Ember doesn't focus on it, he's busy putting his pet in place.

He releases a slow growl when his knot bumps against the opening as it did before, but this time feeling a little more forgiveness of its size. He pushes forward and the ring soon stretches to accommodate the large diameter; yet he holds his position to further torment his pet. Hess squirms under him, pathetically grabbing his flaccid dick and trying his best to make it hard.

Voigt slots his own penis between Ember's cheeks and starts to rub it against the hole he filled only yesterday. After looking over to his master for confirmation, he lines his tip to penetrate as the wolf in front draws back for the next thrust. With a nod of approval, he penetrates, slipping in the full shaft up to his sheathed knot. Ember gasps, his recoil halted momentarily to regain his composure and then returns to the slow penetrative movements while the older wolf clenches at his waist to start seizing control. He begins encouraging Ember's rocking by pushing and pulling as needed, making them penetrate in unison with a minor delay between.

Cal is whispered to in his ear again and with a cheeky smile, he clambers back onto the bed and waddles his way over to where Hess lays, scooting a knee either side. With some subtle direction, the arms of the brown wolf are wrapped around the legs, leaving him with a white-furred buttocks hovering over his face, still damp from the cum and saliva from only minutes ago. Hess wastes no time in grabbing the haunches and yanking it down until they connect. He moans into the sodden fur, sniffing and licking again at the hole he so eagerly loves to serve, groping and squeezing at the squishy flesh sandwiching his muzzle. Cal's tongue lolls for a few seconds before he grabs Ember's collar and pulls together into a kiss.

The three of them form an intimate triangle of passion, jostling metrically from the gyrations of the fourth. Each thrust a threat of union, tempting the half-swollen bulb like a harpoon into Ember's bowels. So too does he into Hess's as they move in delayed asynchronicity. Achingly firm now, and driven by the last remnant of the serum fighting for survival, the black wolf is deeply lost in euphoria as the stimuli overwhelm. The soft and tender embrace of Cal's lips and tongue and caressing hands as they make out above the fat, slutty wolf. The warmth around his cock by the skilled anus that welcomingly attends its imposing visitor; surely relaxing to swallow it whole. The battery on his behind pulsing immense flashes of fractionally orgasmic electricity, additive to the total.

He starts cumming before he gets chance to tie, and begins pumping his seed messily inside. He moans into Cal's mouth who gropes his head and neck intensely, doubling the ferocity in their make-out session. With the added slipperiness of his semen spilling out of the loose ring which his bulb persistently slams against, it eventually pops in satisfyingly and with it follows a second wave of climactic bliss. Like a record skipping to an earlier bar, his orgasm resets, adding more cum, more pleasure and fulfilment. This one feels like it should after an intense edging session, where the rapture can no longer be held at bay and requires a full day's recovery. It drifts, lingering on the edges of his nerves; skipping over them, featherlight.

Yet the swinging hips had become to feverish and uncontrolled, so to no surprise, the knot pops back out and evokes a spluttered yelp from Cal's rear. He pushes again and it slips back inside, adding another ripple to the shockwave coursing Ember's body. From here his legs cannot perform another, lest he collapses, even under the support of the gardener's strong arms.

Hess groans and whimpers lasciviously as he receives a second, and seemingly third load from his owner. The giant bulb finally trapped within him abusing his prostate into a precum flush, which he feels pour out of his cock; and, just as it happens, something touches, fondles and then elastically captures his sheath and balls. In an instant, he knows what it is and starts ravaging Cal's anus, slurping and tongue-fucking it as his cock pisses cum into the dense fur of his groin. The spill-band working beautifully in tandem with the chastity collar, allowing minute pleasure and a full drainage of his balls, sans-orgasm. It's frustrating and diminutive, and incredibly arousing.

Just as the avalanche of snow starts settling, an sword impaling Ember's rectum follows through, pommel and all. He is grabbed around the waist and bitten on his good-side, just as the sound of Voigt's collar being unclasped resonates his ears. His cock is urged deeper into Hess's behind as he is forced forward by the more dominant wolf's firm conduct. He gasps again, whining in unison with his pet, and has to break the kiss to start taking deep breaths. His final orgasm starting to grow dim, giving way to the twilight afterglow and left with a dwindling permanence to all his senses.

With his cock trickling the last of its seed inside the squirming chef, and the deeply injected load from the wolf at his six, Ember lowers his upper body down and stares down at Cal's semi; betting his body not yet allowing him to go soft with all the extracurricular activities. The white wolf lifts himself up and clambers off the bed to stretch his legs. Now unrestricted, Hess can fill his lungs more freely, eyes closed, smiling goofily and laying limp on the bed with his chunky legs propped up by Ember's body. The three wolves all locked together in a chain.

Pleased of everything that's happened, Alek stays sat with his cock in hand, balancing on the edge with subtle strokes and tugs to his foreskin. His other hand petting the head of his butler now knelt beside, glancing at his master's genitals in hope of receiving the reward. Knowing this and happy to oblige, Alek waggles his cock in his direction and tugs at the wolf's head. Cal wags excitedly and rests his chin on his master's groin, sniffing and licking at the base of the shaft, mewling softly. He stares covetously at the full length, totally engaged and allured by the skin being rolled back and forth. On a slow full-retract, Alek presses the glans against his nose, allowing him to gorge on the scent. With a subtle push, permission is granted, and in a second his length disappears inside the long, furry muzzle.

Alek continues stroking his wolf's head and down his back as the deep bliss of a skilful oral massage enrobes his skin like a heated blanket. He observes Voigt lovingly stroking down Ember's spine, giving the occasional thrust, while he lays over his pet, all bound together. Hess looks dead to the world; only letting a drawled breathy moan escape whenever the spill-band forces another glob of freshly cooked sperm out of his flaccid member. The pool of his release now fully soaked into his fur and trickled down into the bedsheets, evidence of a good time.

Alek huffs quietly as Cal's tongue-work draws him effortlessly back to the edge and promptly over it. He pushes the head down to make him take the whole thing, an easy task for a werewolf, just as the first rope of cum is jettisoned and holds him steady, moaning congratulatory “good boy"s. Cal greedily slurps down his master's gift, wagging hard at the knowledge of his hard work and growling a content and lustful exhale through his nose.

Letting his wolves enjoy themselves for a minute longer, and giving Cal time to clean up, Alek eventually stands up, unclips the collar designed for the chair from Ember's neck and replaces it with his own chastity collar, which Cal had also brought for him. In an instant, his shaft begins to soften and retreat out of the cozy hole and back into its sheath. With it, a trickle of semen follows, the rest too deep inside to escape, despite the slack yawn of Hess's ring. He then does the same to Voigt, swapping over the collar over so he and Ember can disconnect instead of having to wait half an hour this close to dinner time.

“Such good boys," Alek says, scruffily aggravating Ember's head and neck fluff. “You especially have done such an amazing job these past few days. But consider this," he raises his head to the rest. “I won't always be this generous."

They all thank their Master in unison, happy they got what they wanted in the end.