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Should Have Read The Fine Print

Written By Rix

For Guri

“I really am sorry, my dear. I would not have done this if it weren't an emergency. Markus is a good owner, I promise. He's demanding, but you didn't mind that with me. Consider this an order from me, my last one. Serve him well."

Jarit sat despondently on the couch in the living room of the small apartment that, for the next three months, would be his home. It looked comfortable enough, well kept and luxurious without being opulent. There was a huge television on the far wall, a desk, two couches, and what looked like a genuine oak wood coffee table. He looked up at the door to the hallway, behind which he could hear two voices. The first was familiar, one that he'd grown used to over the last month. The second though, made his stomach twist and churn. The new owner of his service contract. The old wolf.

It had seemed like such a good idea. In Praxen, his home city-state, you could sell yourself into servitude of all sorts. Manual labour, house servant, security, just about anything was legal. Including the service Jarit had chosen; that of a personal pleasure slave. It hadn't been his first choice, but he had something that was quite rare in Praxen. He was one of the very few who had been born with inert proteus cells. In other words, he was a human. Soft olive-coloured skin, brown eyes, dark black-brown hair kept cut short, and not a scrap of fur below his neck. When he'd spoken to the procurement agency, they had indicated that they'd never had a human pleasure slave, and he would fetch a high price.

With the intent to have at least a good start toward tuition, Jarit had been completely floored when his contract had drawn a fee that would have him set for almost a full year at Praxen University. He had signed the contract turning himself over to a ewe named Alina, and for a month she had taught him to be a pet. She'd seemed to delight in his training, insisting that he was her pet, rather than a slave. Jarit had been surprised when he'd found himself enjoying most of it. He'd taken to the training with enthusiasm. A week ago, he'd been taken to a public party and found himself giving oral service to Alina's guests. The only hitch had been when a rabbit buck had pulled his cock out and expected the same treatment. Not wanting to disappoint Alina, he'd done it, figuring he could talk to her about it later.

Then, just last night, she'd gotten news that had changed everything. Her explanation had been terse, but it had involved the deaths of multiple relatives. She had to drop everything and make her way to one of the other city-states in the Republic for a time. And to fund it, she'd had to sell the one thing of value she could that she could live without, unlike her home or her vehicle. Jarit's contract.

The door to the hallway opened, and Jarit looked up with wide eyes at Markus as he stepped in, locking the door behind him. The wolf stood almost a full foot taller than Jarit's five and a half. He was covered in almost uniformly gray fur, and wore not a scrap of clothing other than a simple loincloth that protected what little modesty most people in Praxen had. He was more than a little heavyset, with a slightly round belly, but Jarit could tell that there was real muscle beneath the deceptive softness.

The wolf strode over to stand in front of the couch, looking down at Jarit with a piercing yellow-eyed gaze. In that single look, he seemed to take in every detail of his new property's appearance. Despite wanting to be proud or defiant, Jarit found himself shrinking against the piercing gaze. With a huffing sigh, Markus crouched down so that he was at eye level with Jarit.

“Alina tells me you've been trained well. Understand, pup, I will make use of you. And I like my toys to be a bit more restricted and dependent on me. Before I make use of you, I'm going to set down a few rules, and give you a few things to wear. I'm happy you're used to being naked." There was a low growling tone behind everything he said, but it seemed Jarit to be a part of the wolf's speech more than any indication of his mood.

Jarit whimpered a little and finally found his words, “I... I'm sorry, Sir. I just don't understand. I... didn't sign up to be sold off a month later. How can she do this? How can you?" Jarit was surprised that he'd actually started to show some real anger in his tone. “I sold myself to a female for a reason. There was a higher offer from one of the brothels."

Those yellow eyes just stared back at Jarit for almost a minute, then Markus chuckled, “I can get the contract out, pup. As a slave, you can be sold as a commodity, though only to the same form of service. Keeps a dolled-up sex pup like you from being sent to a mine, or vice-versa. And in the case of an emergency like Lady Alina had, you are not required to be consulted. Like it or not, pup, you're my pleasure slave for the next two and a half months."

Jarit wilted again with every sentence, afraid that Markus was telling the truth. He couldn't be put in unsafe conditions, he couldn't be killed, any physical alterations had to be reverted by the last week of his service. Other than that, he was bound to serve the one holding his contract as a personal slave. He licked his lips and said in a small voice, “But I went for Lady Alina because I'm not into guys. I... I'm not going to be as good as someone who does. I'm sorry."

The old wolf smiled suddenly, and leaned forward, hot breath spilling over Jarit's bare chest. “Oh, I know you don't, pup. Means you'll be nice and tight. Besides, you're getting paid well. Better than any first timer ever got. You have the right to terminate the contract, of course, as do I." He reached one paw out and stroked his knuckles over Jarit's cheek. “But in your case, the placement agency that handled the purchase will expect you to pay their cut regardless."

Jarit let out a little whimper, surprised to find himself pressing his cheek against Markus' touch out of sheer instinct. He jerked his head back when he realized what he was doing, pressing himself back against the cushions of the couch. His mind reeled as he began to understand just how difficult a situation he was in. What the wolf had told him was true, all of it. He'd end up owing a chunk of money to the agency, with no way to repay it. “I just, but why?"

Markus took hold of Jarit's chin and met his gaze, eyes piercing. Blunted claws dug into the bare skin and gripped firmly. “Because Lady Alina was in a bind, and I haven't had the pleasure of a human toy, something I've always wanted. The most I will give you is a promise that I will not contest your withdrawal. Listen. Jarit. I want you. I can't wait to touch that smooth-skinned ass of yours. Knot you. Torture your little nuts. Train you more, make you a nice little human puppy for me. I make you two promises, which I will add to your contract as addendums that place obligations on me alone. One, I will keep you for myself completely. No sex with strangers or guests. And that I will not transfer your services. Two, upon completion of your contract, I will add on a hefty bonus. But I need an answer from you right now. Will you be demanding the termination of your contract?"

There was no escaping the old wolf's gaze, and Jarit found in it no sense of cruelty or malice for him. He looked honest, and would do exactly what he wanted with Jarit, and would keep his promise. He was being offered even more money than he'd initially expected, he wouldn't have any worry of something like this happening again. He really had enjoyed being used and objectified and trained by Alina. She had a firm hand and had been incredibly demanding, and it had touched something in him he hadn't known was there. He'd get that from Markus, that was for certain. “No. No Sir, I won't. You are my owner. You have my contract."

A beaming smile formed on the wolf's face, and he leaned in to press lips onto Jarit's forehead. “Good boy. Very good boy." He let go of Jarit's chin and stood up. With a swift motion, he undid his loincloth and let it drop to the rug. “I think you should show your new owner a little worship. Take a nice deep breath. Kiss my sheath, nuzzle my sack. And then, I think, I'm going to make sure that you know just how much of a puppy I intend to make you."

Despite himself, Jarit had felt a flush of pride and pleasure at the words of praise. That pleasure had quickly dissipated when Markus had stood and made the next demand. He knew what the wolf was doing, there was no doubt in his mind. He was making sure that Jarit could really follow through. The fact that the old wolf was testing his resolve actually made him feel a bit of indignant anger. “Of course, Sir," he said, inwardly wincing at the displeasure in his own tone.

Jarit moved forward, leaning his head forward and pressing his nose right up against Markus' sheath. The wolf let out a soft sigh and lazily scratched his belly, then rested his hand on the back of Jarit's head. “That's right, boy. Just wait till you see what's inside," he growled. Even as Jarit followed the wolf's command, he could feel the wolf's sheath filling out. He flicked his tongue out at the lip of that sheath while drawing in a deep breath. The scent wasn't unpleasant, really, not for someone with such a poor sense of smell as he had, but all the same, the musky scent made his stomach churn.

After only a few moments of Jarit's worship, Markus twined his fingers in his new toy's hair and tugged gently. “That's good. Now, Jarit. Kneel and present!" The three words were like a whip-crack in the air, an obvious command. It was one that Jarit knew well, one that Alina had used every morning when she woke him. Before he could think about anything, he found himself slipping off the couch and kneeling on the floor in front of Markus. He firmly clasped his hands behind him at the small of his back and straightened his back. He kept his legs spread open slightly, ensuring that his own very much sheathless dick and hairless sack were visible. He lifted his chin and met the wolf's gaze, saying nothing.

The wolf remained silent for almost a full minute, ears perked forward. His yellow eyes took in every single inch of Jarit. He stepped around and behind, then back to stare down at him. He lifted his foot to press a toe up against Jarit's sack. “Mn, really no interest there at all, is there?" Markus rumbled. “Well, at least that will make the next part easy. Stay. Do not move."

Jarit whimpered again, commenting softly, “That sounds ominous. Sir." When the wolf chuckled darkly and stepped away, it took all of Jarit's willpower to not turn his head to watch. He would not let the wolf think that he hadn't been trained well and that he couldn't follow a command. He could take pride in that, and swore that he would at least earn the promised bonus.

“So, boy, I know you took well to being treated like a pup. But as my little puppy, you have some new rules. No furniture other than the dog bed in my bedroom. You eat out of a dog bowl. And you are not to speak any words unless I tell you you're allowed. Behave like you're a devoted animal, and I'll give you as much affection as you need." The wolf's voice seemed to grow muffled as he stepped into his bedroom. It wasn't long before he came back carrying a small bundle of what looked to be pink latex rubber and gleaming rose-anodized steel. In full sight, the wolf began to lay the items out on the nearby coffee table, and with each of them, Jarit let out a low whimper.

First, was a large pink collar with a bone-shaped tag that said 'Toy' on it hanging from the rose-coloured steel ring. The next were long, elbow-length latex bondage mitts that ended in oversized paws. They had little anchors on them that one could attach rings or karabiners to in order to immobilize them or latch them together. The other bundle of latex rubber were a bit more confusing. They were longer than Jarit's arms and ended in large rounded balls stamped with a single pawprint. The last item, though, was the one that nearly made him moan. Two separate pieces of anodized steel, a ring and a smaller round plate with a small hole in the centre, with parts that would attach one to the other. At another glance, he realized that the plate had a hollow steel rod attached to it.“Yes, Toy. I'm going to lock your dick away. I was worried I'd have to jerk you off so you'd go soft, but that won't be a problem," Markus said with a dark chuckle.

“But, I can't, I've not had... don't you have a less... flat one..." Jarit protested. Chastity was something he'd explored, but the hollow tube on the device was unmistakable and the whole thing looked a great deal more restrictive than anything he'd ever imagined wearing. He snapped his attention to Markus when the old wolf let out a warning growl.

“This time I'll let it go. The first day needs some adjustment, don't you think?" He reached down and patted Jarit's cheek affectionately, then picked up the collar. “You're going to be a good boy aren't you, Toy? By the end of the next few months, you're going to be nice and loose and taking my knot easily." Seeing the look of dismay and distaste that had formed on Jarit's face, Markus chuckled and slipped the collar around his new toy's neck. There was a click behind him as a little padlock snapped shut. “There. Mine."

Despite himself, despite his misgivings about what was to come, Jarit felt his dick twitch and start to stiffen at those two words coupled with the feeling of the collar on his neck. He was about to make a comment to that effect, but stopped himself when he remembered that he wasn't to speak. Wordlessly, he held out one of his arms, making an exaggerated whining sound.

Markus quirked an eyebrow at him and somehow his predatory grin grew a little bit warmer and affectionate. “That's a good Toy, you know what you're meant for. Admit it, you like it, don't you? The idea of becoming helpless. Treated like an animal, like a pet." His rough pawpad lifted up and stroked Jarit's cheek. “You're young and healthy. You could have picked a lot of different things, but you chose sexual servitude. A pleasure slave." He lifted one of the mitts up to Jarit's outstretched arms and began to roll it on until it reached his elbow. The wolf gave an appreciative nod and a gentle swaying of his tail when Jarit offered his other arm, which was soon sheathed in the pink latex mitt.

Jarit moaned, staring at the exaggerated paws that now covered his hands. They were flexible at his wrist, but his thumbs were pressed up against his hand, and he'd have absolutely no dexterity at all. Again, he felt the ghost of an erection starting, but then he thought of what would likely soon follow. He looked up at Markus, who was watching him expectantly. “Toy, I asked a question, you may answer," he said, an edge in his voice telling Jarit that it wasn't an invitation.

Jarit bit his lip, but he knew that under that piercing gaze, he couldn't bring himself to lie. “I... I do, but... do you have to fuck me? I just, I... I could stomach oral, but I really don't... I'll be so good. You'll see." He winced inwardly at the almost plaintive tone that had crept into his voice.

Markus sighed and shook his head, “Toy, I bought you so I'd have a place to bury my knot. A nice tight asshole, gripping the base of my dick. I want the feeling of bare skin under my paws. Closest I've gotten is a mare, but even that didn't really count. I'm going to fuck you, and what's more, before this hour is done, you'll be bent over my coffee table and getting railed. Deal with it, and stop complaining before I give you something to keep you... distracted."

Every word made Jarit wilt that much more, and he found himself unable to meet Markus' gaze. Laid out so plainly and clearly, knowing that the wolf wasn't planning on even letting him ease into his role, he wondered if maybe it would have been wiser to withdraw after all. He was interrupted by a low growl from the wolf, who had fixed him with a glare. For just a few seconds, he was confused, but then he realized he'd slumped down out of his attention pose. “Oh, shit!" he blurted out, and resumed the position he'd not yet been released from.

The genuine belly laugh that rolled out from Markus was entirely unexpected, but somehow Jarit found himself smiling. The wolf scratched him gently behind his ear. “Oh, you're adorable, Toy." He reached to the coffee table and picked up the steel chastity device. Suddenly all business, he said, “This is next. It will come off only once a week for cleaning. It is a specially treated alloy that is meant for.... extended use." The wolf crouched down in front of Jarit and took his sack in one large paw. “Do not move."

Jarit felt shock and dismay fill him. Only once a week? The thought of the flat metal plate ensuring that he'd not be able to touch himself at all, preventing him from even the possibility of pleasuring himself, had his mind reeling. Without a word, Markus guided first his right, then his left nut through the slightly curved ring. Soon, those fingers firmly guided his dick through, though it was a bit of a tight squeeze. When Markus let go, Jarit was surprised at how light the metal felt, and how well it sat there. Along with the collar, the device would certainly keep him from forgetting for even a moment what he was for the next three months.

“Mmm, I bet pretty soon you'll be wishing you could have gotten nice and hard, Toy. I really would have gotten you off. I'd have even used my mouth. But...." he said cheerfully, “You're going to find that with my knot grinding in you, you're going to have... well, you'll get some release, whether you like it or not."

When Jarit saw the wolf produce a small bottle of lube and then slather it all over the rod attached to that metal plate, he let out a genuine whimper of fear. He'd never had anything pushed into his cock before, though he'd seen another slave being sounded at Alina's party. He tried to plead with the wolf using only whimpers and what he hoped was a perfect 'puppy dog' gaze. To his surprise, Markus paused, then said very softly. “All right, Toy. I won't use that if you really can't handle it. But... This will keep it clean when I take you out to the back to piss. It'll start to stink after a few days. And I'll make you a deal. I was going to be a little rough with you. If you're a good Toy, and try the probe for... say one night, I promise I'll be gentle the first time. And if at any point there's real pain from it after the first sting, I'll remove it."

Jarit watched with wide eyes as the wolf began to drizzle lube on the probe in the middle of the plate. It wasn't too thick, but the very idea of it going into his penis was terrifying. But before he could stop himself, he found the words spilling from his lips, “Please, Sir, put it in me. On me. How much will it hurt?" When Markus stopped and gave him a proud grin, Jarit felt a flush of pride. The wolf really did care, but oh, he was certainly happy that Jarit would do what he wanted as much as what he demanded.

Grinning still, Markus lifted the steel plate up in one hand while he reached out to pat his toy's cheek affectionately. “Oh, it'll sting at first. Probably a lot if you start to get hard, but that's the point. It won't injure you though. It's mostly there to make sure you can't slip out somehow." He lowered the hand stroking Jarit's cheek and dropped it down to take his cock in hand. Pulling back the foreskin, he gripped the head directly, drawing a gasp from the toy. His other hand lifted plate up and guided the rounded tip of the probe to the little slit. “Alright, here we go, toy," Markus warned, and then pressed the probe in.

As much as he tried to prepare himself for the utterly alien sensation to come, Jarit let out a whimper and then a little cry at the discomfort. The rod seemed to meet some resistance, then slipped further in, drawing out another low cry. The plate hit his crown and was soon being pressed back, the two prongs at the top guided to matching holes on the larger ring. And then, with a little click, the lock assembly connected and Markus removed a small rod from it. The look in the wolf's eyes told Jarit that he'd very much enjoyed the discomfort that it caused his new toy.

Jarit looked down to see what the chastity device looked like on him. A round metal plate of pink anodized steel had replaced the part of him that usually hung free, with his nuts looking slightly ballooned out and feeling like they were on display. To his surprise, the wolf had been entirely correct, he could feel the probe in him, but it didn't really hurt anymore.

“Alright, Toy, how does that feel, hmm?" Markus asked, firmly gripping Jarit's trapped nuts. He gave them a rough squeeze, drawing a loud squeal from his toy. “Oh, you make such cute little noises, Toy," he commented. His own very unrestricted cock was jutting out of its sheath a good inch and a half now, the deep red organ glistening wetly. He watched his new toy as he squeezed them another time, and this time kept squeezing. It wasn't long before Jarit began to whimper again, and despite himself he began to squirm. Markus kept squeezing his nuts harder until a cry of real pain spilled from his lips. “Mmm, yeah, that's nice," the wolf intoned, letting go of Jarit's sack. His erection had grown, a thick, meaty rod of near-crimson flesh. “I asked a question, Toy."

Trembling, taking a moment to recover from the lingering ache, Jarit found himself trying to form the jumble of thoughts in his mind into some coherent words. “I.... I feel.. it's tight. It's weird. I'm not gonna be able to ignore it," he finally answered. He noticed that on top of the heavy feeling of steel trapping his cock, there was an emotional and psychological weight to the device that he couldn't put to words. “W-why though? Seems like overkill." He held up his paw-mitts and shook them a bit to demonstrate. “Not like I could jerk off."

Markus smiled again, but this time there was a vicious sort of glee in it. The wolf growled possessively and gave Jarit's nuts a firm squeeze, hard enough to draw out a surprised little squeal of pain. “Because, dear... as much as it would be delightful to watch you humping those paws in an attempt to paw off... I want to make sure that the only way you get any sexual pleasure is when my knot is grinding your prostate."

All of a sudden, the reality of what was going to happen, came crashing back to Jarit. Everything was just a prelude to the wolf making him his little bitch, his fucktoy. Unbidden, he began to stammer a protest, but Markus simply frowned and shook his head. For a long while he crouched in front of Jarit, that damnable stare ensuring that he wouldn't look away. “I think, Toy, you need something to distract you. I promise it will get easier each time. I'm doing it quickly, because like a band-aid, you have to just... do it. But first, we put on your legs. On your back, legs up." When Jarit didn't immediately respond, Markus barked in that commanding, booming voice. “Toy. Down on back, legs up!"

As with the first time Markus had used that tone, Jarit quickly dropped from his kneel and laid on his back. Trying to salvage some of his owner's good will, he put his mitt-laden hands up in a play pose, stuck his tongue out in the imitation of a dog's lolling tongue and made little whimper-whining noises. He also fixed Markus with his own pleading stare. The wolf hesitated, then broke out in a genuine happy grin. He reached down and started to scratch and rub at Jarit's belly and chest. Once or twice he gently tweaked one of Jarit's nipples, drawing out little squeals. “Mammon, good boy. I see Lady Alina likes to keep you furless everywhere but your head. I'm still going to punish you for protesting even after I told you to stop, but... oh, I know very much that I got a good deal on you." He patted Jarit's cheek and lightly scratched under his chin, “You're a good Toy."

Jarit let himself go for a few moments and allowed himself to simply enjoy the treatment. It was something special and exciting to behave like a dog and to be treated like one. He felt a familiar sensation in his groin, a fullness... and a deep ache started. As his cock tried to stiffen in the cage, it started to hurt, and he could feel the probe even more keenly than before. He began to whimper and squirm, and for the first time he started to think in detail about what it was going to feel like to have Markus's dick pressing into him, spreading his anus wide. The thought had the appropriate effect and the erection that was threatening to strain against his cock cage receded.

“Mm, there we go, Toy..." Markus murmured. He took one of Jarit's legs in hand and guided his foot into one of the longer latex sheaths. This close, Jarit could understand what it was meant to do. He'd be able to bend his legs, but the round, exaggerated paws at the end would keep him from being able to stand on his feet with any sort of stability. As the tight rubber encased his leg all the way halfway up his thigh, he shuddered. Inch by inch he was becoming a helpless little toy for the wolf.

As soon as Jarit's other leg was similarly sheathed in the bright pink rubber, Markus stood up to survey his work. “Mmm, you are a beautiful, fuckable little thing, Toy. You stay in that position for me. I have to get one more thing for you." The wolf chuckled darkly and headed for his bedroom, leaving Jarit alone. That he'd been commanded to remain on his back like that was obvious, and he found that he actually wanted to be a good puppy for the wolf.

The time that Markus spent retrieving whatever he had planned for Jarit was a chance to reflect on everything. He knew he could get out of this if he really wanted, but it would likely end up with him indentured in some menial task for much longer than the full term of his original contract. But he couldn't deny that there was a part of him that felt better with the collar on, with the mitts, with the rounded feet. And yes, even with the cock cage, hollow rod holding his dick in place.

Markus returned with an odd-looking contraption of pink latex and straps, along with a few springs and a long dildo shaped to look like a canine penis, complete with a thick knot. The wolf looked down at his toy and beamed, then said, “Good Toy, you stayed. So... I think you need some special distraction while I fuck you. Something to keep you occupied and maybe a little frantic. Something that you will wear every time I've got my dick buried in you, until you stop complaining about how you don't want that. I know it. I don't care. I own you, Toy, and I'm in my right to make every use of you."

The surge of pride at the praise faded quickly from Jarit as Markus continued speaking. He squirmed and stared at the dildo, wondering what in the world it was for. A distraction? What could Markus mean? He gave Markus a little whine and then an inquisitive little wuffing sound. “Well, dear, you are continuing to impress. No protest at all, and you remembered... you're my puppy." He set the dildo down, then unwrapped the bundle of latex. To Jarit's surprise, it was a puppy mask, complete with floppy ears and a short, detailed muzzle. The mouth was propped open by a thick steel ring, and there were tiny steel rings on the sides of the mouth.

“Can you figure it out, Toy? What this all means? Nod yes or no, hmm?" When Jarit shook his head, the wolf let out a low growl and showed his teeth in a predatory, vicious grin. “I want you to get on your knees, bent over the couch. You'll see soon enough. I've been waiting long enough. You're lucky I'm going to be gentle this first time."

“Right now? N-now?" Jarit blurted out, and the words got a low snarl from the wolf. Something in his expression though, showed that he was happy to have a reason to discipline Jarit. Before he could push the wolf even further, he got onto his knees and rested his elbows on the cushions of the couch. Markus stepped behind him and he felt the mask being slipped over his head. The rubber was reinforced by something more rigid within, but as the wolf fastened the strap behind Jarit's head, it felt snug and safe.

The ring that held the mouth open was confusing though, as it didn't keep him from moving his lips or opening his mouth. He made an inquisitive noise, somewhere between a bark and a whine.

“Open up, Toy...." Markus said, and held the tip of that dildo up to the steel ring. This time, Jarit's whimper was genuine. This close, Jarit could see the incredible detail of the toy, made to look, he expected, just like the thick rod that he could now feel against his side. Curiously enough, there were a number of holes in the toy. Suddenly, he felt the wolf's paw come down hard on his bared ass when he didn't immediately obey. “Now!"

Jarit squealed in pain, then again when Markus repeated the strike. Whining, he opened his mouth. The moment that his toy complied, Markus guided the toy through the steel ring and past his lips. “Whimper when you feel the tip making you want to gag. Before it cuts off your breathing. This is important." Confused, worried, and for the moment not thinking at all about the fact that the wolf's damp shaft was pressed up against his bare skin, Jarit let out a whimper when he felt himself starting to gag. Markus pressed a thin steel rod through the hole on the dildo that was closest to the ring on the muzzle. Finally, he attached two odd looking springs to either end of the rod, then attached them to anchor points on Jarit's mask.

Jarit, who had grown more and more confused at the whole process, made an inquisitive sort of whine. Some detached part of him marvelled that there were so many ways to express emotion with just the tone of a simple whimper or whine. When Markus let go of the dildo completely though, he finally understood as the springs tugged the toy through the ring and pressed the tip into his throat. With a loud 'glrk', he instinctively reached up and tried to tug the toy out. He could breathe, if barely, with the tip in his throat, but only barely. If he'd been able to use his thumbs, it would have been simple, but with the mitts on, it was an almost frantic process. He couldn't keep hold of it and it kept snapping back, but with effort he could keep the toy out.

“That is so adorable," Markus growled in his ear, trailing his claws down Jarit's back, pressing lightly so that they left little marks. “See? A nice little distraction, isn't it? You know I had that moulded after my own cock? You're sucking it while I'm going to bury it in your ass." He delivered a few light swats to the toy's rump. He teased his thumb up against the tight bud of muscle between his ass-cheeks, making Jarit squeal and even cower a little. “You really aren't going to enjoy this are you?"

Jarit, focused on keeping the spring-loaded toy from triggering his gag reflex, could only shake his head vehemently. Markus just kept stroking his thumb up against the sensitive flesh while lightly drawing his claws against bare, dusky olive skin. “Mmm, you're going to be so tight, Toy. This really is a treat. Thing is, I know what you do enjoy. It's something deep in you that you just have to embrace."

For Jarit, it was strange. Having to focus on the immediate concern of the toy made it somehow easier to listen to Markus, and the words settled in, nearly hypnotic in their cadence and tone. The sharp feel of claws raising lines in his skin, the pressure of the rough thumbpad at his anus, even the feel of the slick and rigid shaft pressing against his side, they all felt that much more intense. The next words, though, made him stop for a moment, gagging be damned. “You enjoy being used. Trained. Loved as a thing. Abused. How many times did Alina use the cane on your nuts, hmm? Make you scream out and beg her to stop?"

It was all true, all completely true. Markus understood, and his words were a promise that Jarit would have his needs fulfilled as much as possible. “All that testing, all those interviews at the agency, they were why you were placed with her. And she knew me. So I know what's going to drive you, Toy." He removed his bulk from where it had all but pressed down on Jarit. There was the sound of a cap being flicked open, then a strange wet sort of squishing that he couldn't process properly with the toy constantly threatening to make him gag. The next thing he felt was something warm and slick pressing up against his anus. “You want to be be a Good Boy. You want to serve, you want praise. And this, as much as you won't like it, is how you get there."

Jarit gurgled and moaned, managing to hold the toy out of his throat for a few moments as Markus finally did what he'd been promising to do the whole time. The sensation of that thick canine shaft spreading his anus wide drew a cry from him, but he lost his grip on the toy in his mouth and it was cut off, turning to a gurgle. He heard Markus' own pleased groan as his toy's body yielded to his cock. The invasive feeling of being penetrated hurt, but Jarit realized that it was somehow less sharp when he had the toy to focus on.

“Ohhh, fucking hell, Toy, you're tight. And your skin, god, it's like nothing... no tail in the way, and mmm, it feels so much closer..." Markus groaned, seemingly remembering his promise to be gentle by slowly rocking his hips forward, giving Jarit a chance to adjust to the stretch. “You're a good boy. A good Toy," he barked out.

When the slightly bulbous canine shaft reached its apex, Jarit almost howled, feeling like he couldn't take any more stretching, but then it became easier for him. All the while, he kept trying to hold that dildo out of his throat, and soon he'd closed his eyes, cutting out what stimulus he could control so it would be easier to focus. Already, he was feeling an odd sensation, a low pulsing somewhere between his bladder and his trapped dick that was decidedly not unpleasant. As the praise from Markus settled in, he moaned. He wanted to be a good toy, he wanted to impress Markus. He wanted to make the wolf proud, as much as he'd wanted to please Lady Alina.

“Perfect little Toy. You'll take this so well by the end... and you'll want it," Markus growled, leaning over Jarit's smaller frame, hot breath spilling across his toy's bare neck. “I'm going to shove hard now, Toy. Right to the knot. I'm bout halfway in. You know Alina was going to do this to you? She just didn't have time to. Me... I'm the real thing, and when I'm done, you'll feel my spend drooling out of your ass."

This small revelation made Jarit go completely still. He'd never thought of that. Even the threat of his gagging didn't bother him. Then, before he could even make a sound, Markus bucked his hips forward, shoving the rest of his shaft in. The wolf's furred sack slapped against Jarit's trapped nuts, and he felt the heavy belly pressing against his back, the cushions of the couch pressing against his chest, and a brief lance of fire in his ass. He gurgle-howled even as Markus let out a low snarling cry of “Mine!" Still, the position seemed to bring more of those utterly alien pulses of pleasure that had Jarit's cock starting to swell and fill out, bringing back the pain of the probe in his urethra.

“Going to really fuck..." Markus half-growled, half-whispered in Jarit's ear, delivering the lobe a firm little nip. “Use my Toy like I'm meant to. Use my little fucking whore. Because that's what you are. You don't like dick, but you're getting paid to take it, and that means you..." He pulled back and slammed forward, eliciting another gurgle-howl, “Are my personal. Fucking. Toy. Whore!"

Despite the words, some part of Jarit could tell that Markus was holding back. The wolf was obviously strong and fit, capable of much rougher use. All the same, it was giving him the chance to pull the dildo out and get some relief there. The pain of Markus' invasion was fading to a throbbing ache, and with each rough thrust he could feel the thick swell of the canine knot kissing his ass. Tears began to form in his eyes as he realized that the stretch from that seemingly massive bulb of flesh would be even harder to take. But behind it all, beneath it all, was that pulsing pleasure that came each time his owner's cock speared into him.

Jarit had no sense of the time that it was taking, and hadn't bothered to count, but the rhythmic, measured rock of Markus' hips went on for what seemed like forever. “God, Toy, you're perfect. Going to love... hngh... feeling you getting better at taking this... I'm going to buy your services next year, if you're up for auction again." All the while, his nuts were swinging and slapping against Jarit's own, a constant dull thudding. “Think it's time."

Time? Time for what? The question that blazed through Jarit's mind was quickly answered when Markus took hold of his hips and pulled him back against him while shoving forward. This time, when his knot kissed that tight ring, though, Markus didn't stop pushing. Jarit felt the tears begin to streak his cheeks as he felt his anus stretching wider, wider. The sound he made, frantically trying to hold the dildo out of his muzzle, bleary eyes looking at the knot on the toy and knowing just how wide he'd have to stretch, was agonized, a moaning howl that resounded through the room.

“That's it, Toy, you're mine. My bitch, my whore, you belong to me. Just a bit more," Markus intoned, hips shaking with the effort. “Open up for me, Toy. Take it!" He never pulled back, he never gave a moment's relief from the pressure. Millimetre by millimetre, his knot pried his toy's rear open wider and wider. “Oh fuck I love those sounds."

Jarit's anus was one blazing ring of stretching fire. It felt to him as if he was going to tear in half, and just when he thought he couldn't take any more, Markus sunk in all the way, and he felt that agonizingly stretched flesh finally relax, gripping the knot from behind. The wolf bent over again, letting out a groan of utter bliss. “Fuuuuuck, there we go," he said, his voice all but a whisper in Jarit's ear. He rocked his hips forward and then backward, and it was like the little waves of pleasure were intensified.

The feeling was utterly and completely unique to Jarit, something he could not even begin to describe. As his owner began to grind that knot inside him, waves of that sensation just kept coming. He wasn't getting hard, he wasn't being stimulated from outside, but it felt incredible. “Gonna bathe your ass with my come, Toy. Show you who owns you," Markus growled. “Now I want a different sound..." He reached up and unclipped the springs on the toy, letting Jarit stop focusing on that. All of a sudden, he began to grind inside Jarit even harder. “Feel so good...my fucking whore Toy... bout to get his first like this..."

Jarit felt nothing but complete relief when the toy could be pulled out. In that moment, completely and utterly claimed by Markus, he was aching, hurting, and still couldn't bring himself to like what was happening. But as his owner began to grind deliberately, the knot inside swelling a little more to lock inside Jarit, those waves of strange pleasure pulsed through him. “Close, t-toy... so fucking close..." Markus growled. He reached one hand around to cup Jarit's trapped cock. He could feel his inner muscles making the motions of a climax, but it was constant, and felt nothing like one. “Fuck... there... fuck..."

All of a sudden, Markus let out an excited bark and began to jerk hard and slam in rapidly. The pain and the pleasure intensified for Jarit, but then he felt teeth clamping down on his bare shoulder, and a snarling, happy howl of pleasure. He could feel Markus's cock twitching and jerking inside him, sending out jet after jet of his spend. His own strange sort of release, the low and throbbing intense pulsing, continued as long as Markus kept moving.

When, finally, the jerking and pulling stopped, and the old wolf let go of Jarit's shoulder, the wolf held the hand that had cupped the toy's trapped cock up to his face. What was in his hand was mostly clear, very barely milky fluid that was most definitely not semen. “This is the only pleasure you'll make, Toy, until the very end of your service," Markus growled, then smeared it all over the puppy mask over Jarit's face.

Strong arms wrapped around Jarit, and he cried out as his position was changed, the still-swollen knot inside him pulling painfully at his insides. When it was all done, he was laid against that broad belly, slightly bent. Markus held up a phone and turned it onto selfie mode, and Jarit got his first real look at the puppy he was supposed to be.

Arms up in a proper puppy pose, exaggerated pink mitts on his hands, an expressive looking mask over his head, obscuring his face, that heavy collar with the tag on it, then his trapped junk, a little bit of drooling fluid still seeping out of the flat plate, then the long sheaths of rubber that ended in the round-ball feet. To his dismay, he could see the slight bulge in his belly where the thick tip of Markus's cock jutted. “This. Is. You," Markus growled happily. “My whore, my Toy, my puppy." And despite that he still hated the feeling of that thick knot in him. Despite knowing he'd swallow down the wolf's semen on more than one occasion... a single thought came to Jarit.

Despite what had happened, seeing himself as a puppy and a toy so elaborately did turn him on. He was horny as hell, his cock trying to stiffen against the flat plate, making both inside and outside ache. If he was this excited and desperate for release now, he wondered to himself… after a couple weeks of this, what might he do just to get a chance to really get off?