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The whirring of the machines around me woke me up like it did every day. I stirred in my sleep. Back in the day, maybe I'd hit the snooze button, roll in my bed, make up excuses in my mind to sleep for another ten minutes. Now? As soon as I heard it, my heart sped up. Adrenaline shot through my body, helping the wake-up process go faster as I blinked in my uncomfortable position. Wouldn't want to be punished again for taking too long to move properly. My body felt stiff from the strange position it was stuck in all night and I longed to be able to move it, but I waited. I knew the process.

The sound of the machine powering up was very subtle, but I could hear it. Through the day, it would fade into the background and I'd stop noticing it, but right there and then I could hear it. Finally, I heard the telling click of the suit's joints unlocking. The visor in front of my eyes grew brighter and allowed me to see what was in front of me again. Then, with a grunt of effort, I moved to stand up.

'Stand up' is an overstatement, though.

I got up to all fours. I haven't been able to 'stand up' on my own two feet for… how long? Months, I'm sure. I honestly have no idea. That's not important, though. Getting up on all fours was enough to at least stretch my limbs a little. Sure, my legs were still cramped, but I've grown used to that over time. Surprisingly.

As the faint, gray light filled my eyes, I couldn't help but blink. I saw the same thing I saw every day when the suits were turned on. The same small, unfurnished backroom we always slept in. Then, of course, the only thing that stood out in the room. The one who makes the 'I' become a 'we'. My "companion".

It is only through him that I was ever able to grasp what this suit I wear really is. Where I really am. I have no way of looking at myself anymore, of course, so I have to admit that at least having him around allowed me to grasp the harsh reality of my life.

Just like me, he too got up on all fours. I saw him stretching his limbs inside his own suit. The suit itself is made of metal as a whole. Its shape is that of a robot-like feral dog with a nifty outer design, even if very mechanic. The metal that composes it is visible and shiny, but it's all the details that surround it that make the robotic suit look more canine. There are blunt canine-like little claws adorning each paw on the ground, long sharp canine ears coming up above the head (where my own real canine ears are shoved into, mind you) and even an elongated muzzle just below the visor that simulates the eyes.

If you look at it from the outside, maybe you'd think it was an actual robot. The main body and back are quite bulky, but you'd assume a robot would need a lot of parts, circuits, chips and whatever else a robot needs to work, right? I know I would have. The only telling sign that the friendly-looking metal doggie wasn't actually a robot is the inside of the muzzle itself. Though the suit features a muzzle of its own, the upper and lower parts of it are actually just strapped beneath our sharp canine teeth, keeping it attached to our muzzles, but our tongues can still be seen from the outside.

Aside from that… I guess there's also the tail. Our long, bushy tails do come out of the back of the suit, but even that goes through a mechanic little base that allows it to be controlled, so I guess that part could have been fake fur or something. Overall, the suit looks harmless. Cute, even. I'd certainly think so if I hadn't been trapped inside of it for God knows how long now.

My companion looked at me. Or, at least, I guessed he did because his muzzle and visor turned towards me.

Though I could see past the dark glass of the suit's visor, the world was still blurry and darkened. The glass was also the type that only allows one side to see through I had learned, so even if I could see perfectly I'm sure I'd still not be able to see his eyes, just as nobody could see mine.

He started moving before I did. After all this time inside this suit, crawling on all fours like a dog had become second nature to both me and him. I moved my stiff limbs to follow him right away. Couldn't let him get ahead of me, after all.

As I stepped into the light of the backyard, the limitations of my visor became more apparent again. Though there was sunlight and the day was bright, I could only see the world in a washed out, blurry grayscale. Enough to make out my surroundings and not bump into stuff, but not enough to rely on my eyes for pretty much anything more complicated than that. By then, I was sure that was by design.

The backyard itself, or at least that's what I called the place, wasn't very wide. There was grass that I assumed to be green beneath our metal-clad feet and a sturdy wooden fence surrounded the three sides that the house didn't, but on all-fours and inside the suit I wasn't tall enough to look past the fence. From below, I couldn't see other houses or, heck, anything at all past the fence, so I'm really not sure if we were really in a backyard or not. That too, however, stopped mattering after a while.

The one thing that did matter was him. As always, when we stepped outside, he was there waiting for us. It was he who turned on the suits, after all. That morning he was 'dressed' in nothing but loose boxers and a sleeveless tank top shirt. 'Hot day,' I thought with dread. I could already feel the sun warming up the metal of my suit. He held the large remote with both of his paws, as he always did, and though I couldn't be sure due to my poor eyesight, I could have sworn he smiled. I had no clue about what his name was or anything of the sort. On my first day inside the suit when I was panicking and pleading, he only introduced himself as 'the handler' before he 'forced' me to calm down.

"Two minutes to piss, then we're startin' with the fun!" he announced. My ears would have folded back if they could do so properly. My 'companion' darted towards the bushes before me again, but I quickly moved to follow as well. There, I stood to the side, awkwardly lifted one of my 'dog' legs, then closed my eyes to try to concentrate on starting pissing.

I heard the handler laughing in the background. Good.

Lifting our legs to 'piss' like a feral dog was nothing but a farce. Honestly, it still made me blush inside the suit, as stupid as that sounds, but both I and my 'partner' had quickly learned that keeping the handler in a good mood was better for all of us, even if it meant giving up the last shreds of dignity we might still have. As I felt the flow of piss starting, the concept of dignity almost made me laugh by myself inside the suit. I felt the warmth of my own piss over the fur of my stomach, as I did every morning, as I 'wet' myself inside the suit.

The piss, like all fluids, went down into some kind of draining mechanism that would be poured out through the back of my forepaws. Disgusting. It made the act of lifting a leg like an actual feral doggie even more pointless, but he liked treating us as if we were actual dogs, so we put up with it. The cleaning that would come later wasn't any better, but that's a different kind of punishment better left for another time.

Once, a long time ago, I wouldn't even entertain the thought of lowering myself to this level.

You see, I'm a wolf. I was born into a traditional family of purebred wolves and I've always heard my father and grandfather telling me how a dog couldn't compare to a real, pure wolf in the real world. Old thinking, yeah, but it does build up some level of pride, you know? And, mind you, they were talking about regular anthro dogs, not their dumb feral counterparts. That only made the position I was in all the more humiliating for me, but what can I do? Behaving like a good little feral dog is much, much better than the alternative.

I suppose I should also speak a little about why a proud, grown wolf like me is stuck inside a metal feral dog-like suit and giving in to acting like one. I'd like to say that it's a long story, but it really isn't because the truth is, I don't really know.

I was just a regular twenty-six-year-old gray wolf that worked as a manager in a regular accountant firm. I had my job, my routine, my life. Then, one day as I was walking to the bus stop to get home at night, someone grabbed me from behind. I fell asleep and the next thing I knew? I was inside this suit. I don't know who, why or how, all I know is that I'm here now and there's no way out. Not unless they decide to let me out, but I'm no longer sure if that's going to happen anytime soon, if at all. It's hard to say for how long I've been here, but hell… I have a brother I get along well with, a father I used to visit every week and even though I was between girlfriends, I also had several different groups of friends and coworkers… yet no one has been able to find me yet. I'm sure they're looking. They have to be, right?

I've spent hours upon hours trying to figure out the who and the why by myself. Was it that guy who got so mad when we told him he was gonna have to declare bankruptcy that he promised he'd get back at us? Perhaps that creepy guy that liked to stare at me in the gym on Mondays? Was it the lazy-ass college intern that tried to stir up drama after I fired him? Someone our firm had caught in embezzlement schemes?

I don't know. I have no way of knowing, so I've pretty much given up on trying to. What difference does it make? I'm still stuck in this suit at the handler's mercy whether I figure out who he works for or not. About the handler himself, all I know is that he's canine. I can make out his canine features pretty well even with my blurry vision, but I don't recognize the little of his face that I see. I've never heard him calling me by my old name either, so I suspect he doesn't know or care about who I am. He's just there to watch over, take care and… "play" with us.

I heard him whistling then. All sounds were slightly muffled by the metal head of the suit, but maybe there is some kind of lighter plating around the ears because I can actually hear pretty well. My companion quickly trotted up to him with his piss dripping down the back of his legs on the grass. He went as far as making his lifted tail wag in 'happiness'. When he reached the handler, he even let out a little dog-like bark.

I did no such thing. I do what I have to do and I might have learned to pick my fights, but I still have dignity. He laughed at the display as I walked up to him and bent over to pet my companion's metal head.

"Good boy! Good doggie! Looks like Number One is learning his place pretty well!" he said with a chuckle. Then he looked at me. "Number Two, on the other hand… Still gonna be a stubborn a-hole, eh?"

I frowned under the suit. I was doing everything he wanted me to do, but just because I wasn't going the extra mile to humiliate himself like my companion, or "Number One", did, I got flak. I had to hold back from growling. Number One looked back at me and, while I couldn't see his face under the suit, I imagined a smug smirk as his tail continued to wag like a pathetic happy puppy.

When I woke up inside this suit, Number One was already here, which I guess is kinda why I got tagged as 'Number Two'. Though at first I thought I'd find compassion in him given the fact that we were both living through the same hell, I quickly learned that I was very wrong. Number One never said a word to me or lifted a single finger to help me. If anything, he's done exactly the opposite, throwing me under the bus at every opportunity he has in order to shift the punishments to me rather than himself. All I can ever do is respond in kind, of course. Through all the time I have been here, I've developed a strong hatred for the damn wolf. Note that I say 'wolf' because that's actually the only thing I know about him. Don't know who he is, who he was or why he's here either. Don't know how he looks or what he thinks. The only thing I do know is that he's a wolf like me. I can see his bushy tail, elongated muzzle and call me old-fashioned, but I can just tell from his smell too.

Number One barked again, raising another chuckle from the handler. It was a forced dog-like bark. When the suit left our muzzles free like they were, we could speak, mind you. We could, but one of the first things I've learned being in the suit was that speaking is a very, very grave offense. At first, that meant I wouldn't speak when around the handler, but as time went on I learned that it was safer to not speak at all so I wouldn't risk him hearing it. I don't think I've said a single word in weeks now.

The handler got tired of petting a metal head and stood up. "I've decided that today is wrestling day. We'll see which one of you fights harder to please your kind handler, eh? Which one of you puppies wants a reward?"

My heart sank inside the hot suit. I saw Number One's tail drooping as well and the fact that not even he could feign happiness through that provided me with at least a droplet of pleasure amidst the sea of fear of frustration bubbling inside me. The fucker still let out a small bark, though.

"Turn around. Present," he ordered. I hesitated but did as I was told, turning around to present my rear to the handler and then begrudgingly lowering my front to leave my ass up in the air for him.

"Stay," he ordered, but it was an empty order. He pressed something in his remote and I could hear clear as day as all the joints of my suit locked up. Just for measurement, as I always did, I made a small attempt to move any of my limbs, but the hard metal paws surrounding my limbs would no longer bend and move. I was stuck in that position inside the hellish doggie suit for as long as he wanted.

Humming to himself, he started removing the rear plating from Number One first. I couldn't turn my head, but I saw from the corner of my eyes how the handler uncorked and took out the first plating right beneath his tail. When it was out, it left his rump and round furry balls exposed to the open air with the next plate below his belly still keeping his sheath right above it trapped inside the suit. "Bad sign," I thought to myself.

He moved on to take out mine next. The first few times he did this I felt mortified to have my ass and balls exposed like that. Nowadays I just feel relieved to feel a little air on them. Well, that and not having my balls sitting over the electric wired little spikes that sit right under them in that removable plate. I'll tell you why this is awful some other time if I even have to.

Much to my dismay, the handler decided to fondle my balls a little bit. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it other than gritting my teeth, then grit my teeth a little harder when the fondling became squeezing. He chuckled and squeezed harder and harder, but I closed my eyes shut and held my breath to keep myself from making any sounds. I swear I was seconds away from letting out a whine when he decided to stop. He gave my sensitive orbs a last flick that made me glad the suit didn't let me move, or else I'm sure I would've jumped, and then he stood up again leaving me huffing through my nose and with my eyes tearing up.

"We're gonna keep it interesting today, boys," he said. I couldn't even turn my neck to look back at him, but I heard him shuffling around back there. My heart started beating faster. Another bad sign.

"Think you're ready for… what? A pound?" Again, I couldn't look back to see him, but I could just picture him grinning in my head. I felt my chest get filled with dread. This time, not even Number One barked.

Then, I felt him attaching it. He grabbed my balls in a rough manner and I flinched inside the suit. They still felt tender from his merciless squeezing. The handler wrapped a ring around the base of my furry nuts and I wished the uncomfortable round piece of metal pulling at them would be the only thing I felt. But, nope. He made good on his promise. I felt the ball weight getting attached to the ring, then he made certain to hold the weight up and drop it just so I would feel how heavy the small metal ball weight was when it pulled on my nuts. The last time he had put ball weights on us it had been half a pound…

As I stood there with my ass raised and the weight pulling my balls down while waiting for him to attach the same weight to Number One's nuts, I thought that it didn't feel that bad. I knew from experience, however, that it was one thing to just wear the weight on my balls and another entirely to feel it swinging back and forth while I moved around for extended periods of time.

When he was done, I didn't need to wait for him to tell us we could move. I heard and felt the joints unlocking so that I could at least get up on all fours properly. The weight pulling our balls down towards the ground gave us a ridiculous look.

"Alright pups. You know the rules, huh? First one to bite the two little buttons beneath your necks with your teeth locks the other down and wins. Just like a real dog fight! Today's rewards are..."

We both looked up at him. He stopped and grinned to build up some tension.

"The winner gets to fuck the loser. All the way to the knot. I know you pups have been waitin' for this one for a while, eh?"

My heart sped up with anticipation. I glanced at Number One and I saw him looking back at me. Fuck yes. We hadn't been able to do, well… that, in what felt like forever.

"As a punishment for not wantin' it badly enough, the loser will also take the winner's weight on their balls for the rest of the day's exercises. How's that sound, eh pups?"

Fucking Number One barked in agreement, but I wasn't going to lower myself to that level. 'Wolves don't bark, they howl!' my father used to say. I just grimaced. As if getting fucked wasn't bad enough of punishment anyway. I was determined, however. I had lost the last two contests and I wasn't going to lose again. Fuck, I really needed to win.

I noticed, however, that the handler had turned towards me.

"You don't sound too happy about the whole thing, Number Two. Wassup? Afraid of losin' again?" The amusement in his voice betrayed any possible hints of concern over my 'fear'. "Well then, since you're so scared that you can't show your appreciation for this opportunity, if you lose… I'll turn on the wagger for you to help ya stay happy."

I stared up at the handler. I had no idea what the 'wagger' was, but if I was afraid of losing before, I was even more after hearing that. Whatever that thing was, it couldn't be good. All I knew was that I didn't want it.

"Or perhaps you pups just need more motivation! Let's start the day with an extra high edge-voltage! How' bout that?"

I would have shaken my head right there if I could. All I could do, however, was close my eyes behind my visor and wait for it to come as he picked up the remote and started fiddling with the buttons and handles.

Remember the suit plating beneath our stomachs that I had mentioned? The one he didn't remove that encompassed our sheaths. This is why I hoped he would remove it. One of the reasons I think that someone put me in this hellish dog suit on purpose rather than just by chance is because I swear this thing looks like it was made by measure for me. Inside the tight suit, I was quick to learn that my sheath, the most intimate part of any wolf, sat right over a series of tiny little spikes that adorned the inside of my suit. When the handler turned the right buttons on just like he was doing…

I couldn't help but jump inside my suit. Not that it could be seen from the outside, but it didn't matter how many times I felt it, I could never help but jump. The initial shock I felt right against my sheath always made me grit my teeth. It was painful just for a millisecond, then the voltage was toned down so that, instead of an actual shock, it was just a constant, small tingle that made my sheath almost vibrate.

It is the single most pleasant thing I have ever felt in my life. I had read about electro-stimulation and kinky shit like that before here and there, but what dude has the courage to actually buy one of those and shock their own dick? In retrospect, maybe I should have. My life with my girlfriends, or at least my nights alone in my apartment jerking off, would have been so much more pleasant.

But alas, I didn't. Now I was forced to feel the extreme pleasures of electro-stimulation right on my sheath without absolutely any freedom to actually enjoy any of it. I'm not kidding when I say that the suit must be custom-made. The electricity teasing my sheath immediately made my cock start growing out of it, no matter how intensely hard I tried to keep it from doing so in my head.

As my red, tapered length grew inside the suit, it too had ample space to do so. The suit has a little bit of space between my stomach and the lower plating that, I swear, was shaped perfectly for the size of my cock. It grows loose at first, but as it started nearing full hardness, my cock hits the walls of the suit and gets hard-pressed against my stomach. What is bad about that is that my cock grows to touch the new series of little electric spikes that are there inside the suit, just waiting for my hyper-sensitive flesh to touch it. The moment it does? Well…

I let out a silent moan. I could hear Number One's breathing quickening as well, which obviously means he was experiencing the same thing I was again. The light, pleasurable electricity no longer teased my sheath alone, but rather my entire cock in a level of synchrony that I would think impossible. It felt like being actively stroked by a dozen soft hands at once. I remember the first times I felt this. It had me thrusting against the air in pure canine instinct to hump something. A very undignified display, but every time I feel the suit's electricity teasing my cock I swear I would do anything to be able to reach inside and stroke it. Hell, to grab a pretty girl by the wrists, thrust my cock into her warmth, fuck harder than ever before until…

But no! I shook my head. Thinking like that only made things worse, I had also quickly learned. The handler just watched us for a while, grinning like a fool as he played with the buttons. I felt the shocking grow a little more intense. So much that my legs grew weak, and I knew the reason for it. Precum leaked from the tip of my electrically teased cock and my knot, which would usually take at least a little while to grow… was coaxed into pushing my sheath back much faster. I braced myself for the worst part.

As my larger knot grew, it too had space to grow at the base. At least to some extent. Not as large as I would have liked, but as the sides of my knots hit the internal shape of the suit prepared for it, the series of electric spikes that were there started teasing it. As the part of my cock that was by far the most sensitive of any canine got teased in tandem with my length, I had to pretty much bite my tongue to keep myself from moaning.

I hadn't touched my cock, humped anything or even stroked it and I already felt the electricity forcing me towards the edge of orgasm. I felt my balls, weight or not, pulling back as my body thought an orgasm was imminent. The prelude of the high pleasure that would follow coursed through my blood as I felt the edge coming, and then, everything stopped. As I knew it would.

The first times that had happened I had whined with despair. Now I also knew better. The suit had some kind of automatic way of knowing I was about to cum. As my cock throbbed inside its perfectly measured prison, I felt the edge of orgasm slowly dwindling away from me in the most frustrating manner for any male. I could try to move my hips, thrust, hump or even bring my paws up to my stomach in vain, desperate attempts to touch my cock one last time and bring about the orgasm I wanted, but I knew it would be useless. None of it would work. The suit was designed to edge me and it did its job perfectly well.

The handler was content on sitting back and watching us for a while, certainly knowing full well what was happening under the suits. After a few minutes of my cock pulsing with need, just as I had cooled down enough, the mild electricity returned to tease my cock all over again until such time as I achieved the very edge of orgasm again. I had no idea how the suit did it, but so far I had never been able to achieve a single orgasm without the suit explicitly wanting me to.

And the suit hadn't wanted to give me one for what I counted to be three weeks now.

I had to give it to the handler, though. When I looked at Number One after the suit was done bringing me to the edge for the third time and stopped, I couldn't deny the sheer hunger I felt burning within me. While before all this fucking a man would be something that I would never do, now I wanted to sink my cock into his ass and fuck him more than anything.

"Alright pups, enough motivation! Get in position! Give me a good show!"

The handled pulled up a chair and waved a hand for us to go forth. We had little choice but to step towards the grass of the backyard to get in position, which meant just… facing each other. I did keep my careful distance from Number One, though. The last thing I wanted was to lose the match instantly because he lunged at me too fast when it started, the bastard. I glanced back at the handler in time to see him fish his already hard cock out of his pants and start stroking it. I felt jealous.

As we stood there facing each other and waiting for the signal, the shocks started edging my cock again. He hadn't turned it off and it dawned on me that he wasn't going to. We were going to have to wrestle while being edged inside our suits. Bad enough that it was very hard to move properly on all fours inside a jointed metal suit. I felt my cock pulse, my precum coming to wet the fur of my stomach and prayed he wouldn't give the signal to start just yet as my pleasure started to peak again. The weight of the metal ball pulling my balls down was starting to get really uncomfortable, but at least the forced pleasure helped in dulling it. I really, really needed to win the day's match.

"Get ready..."

Fuck. The suit was about to bring me to the edge. My cock started throbbing, orgasm was coming…

"Three. Two. One..."

The suit stopped. I almost whimpered in frustration.

"Go!"

I blinked, still panting. I had to force my wobbly legs to move forward because Number One was already coming at me. I could only hope that he was undergoing a similar affliction under that suit of his.

We clashed with one another with a thump of metal against metal. The one good thing about these metal suits is that indeed it absorbs all impact very well. The weight on my balls pulling them down made me wince with some level of pain as it hung around swaying back and forth between my legs. I awkwardly tried to bite at Number One just as he did to me, but even though we had clashed shoulder against shoulder, we weren't anywhere near each other's necks and quick manoeuvring inside our hellish suits was downright impossible. We both took a step back from each other to reposition. It was the safest bet.

I considered trying to tackle him again. It was a risky move because while it was easy to knock him down with a good tackle, it was also easy to miss and lose balance while doing it as well. In this suit, while wrestling, falling down would almost certainly mean defeat. Managing to roll over and get up through the metal joints took far too long, which gave the opponent plenty of time to get over you, pin you down and get those teeth beneath your exposed neck. I couldn't risk it.

My concentration on the fight coupled with the uncomfortable weight on my balls dimmed my arousal down. The suit detected that and saw fit to start sending those ecstatic shocks through my cock again, which made me let out an involuntary groan of pleasure.

Number One must have heard that because the opportunistic fucker started rushing towards me again. With the suit mercilessly teasing my throbbing cock and the weight on my balls growing more uncomfortable by the second, I planted my paws on the ground and braced rather than moving to try to meet and counter his advance.

He came at me with such eagerness! I could see the small metal ball between his legs dragging his nuts back and forth, but he must have really wanted to win the fight as well because he just ignored it. I heard the handler laughing by the side when the sound of our suits crashing into each other rang through the backyard again. His tackle was harder than I expected and my paws couldn't find purchase on the ground. With a moment of panic, I saw the world spinning in front of my eyes as I was taken down to the ground.

Except he came crashing down with me. I can't tell what made him lose his balance, though the way my cock leaked precum for the non-stop pleasurable shocks gave me a good guess, but all I know is that when I fell, he came right down with me. We rolled on the grass entangled with one another once or twice, I couldn't tell, and the weight on my balls got jerked around back and forth in the most painful way.

All I know is that, when my vision cleared, I was lying on my side on the grass and so was he. I heard a little moan coming from him, which meant he was on his weakest. It was my chance.

I rushed to roll over and get up. As soon as I started moving, he saw it and even though he had to moan again, he quickly started scrambling to get up as well. I did everything I could to zone out from the way my body told me that the pleasure of orgasm was seconds away from me. That and the deep, deep discomfort of having a whole pound of metal attached to my balls every time I moved. I ignored all of that and rushed up, managing to stand when Number One was only just managing to get on his chest to start getting up.

I jumped over him to pin him down. He whimpered under me and once that might have made me feel bad for him, but I was very over feeling sorry for that backstabbing jerk. I wasn't going be the one under him while he fucked me mercilessly. Not again.

"HAH! Get' im! Pin 'im down! FUCK 'im! Show who the top dog is!" The handler cheered and laughed from afar, but I ignored that too.

I pushed Number One down, lowering my chest over him to use my body weight to keep him from getting up. My legs trembled from the way the suit pleasured my dick and I have to admit that I might have done a humping motion or two at him given that he was under me like that, but my main focus was still getting my teeth below his neck. If I did, I'd be able to sink my knot into him. The sheer thought of it made my dick pulse with more arousal. The shocks on my knot were merciless and so pleasurable…

Number One growled beneath me. I could sense he was growing desperate to get me off him, but I had him pinned down. It wasn't going to happen. He managed to turn his muzzle away from me so that I couldn't reach his neck, but it was only a matter of time. I repositioned, shuffling down and keeping my muzzle next to his with a growl of my own. Number One tried to fight me off with all he had, but my metal suit helped me ignore the way his paws trashed under me. My cock swam in so much pleasure that it was as if I was getting an amazing blowjob while I fought, but I channelled that into my eagerness to fuck the bastard under me. I needed to get my teeth beneath his neck so that I could release my pent-up pleasure. Fuck him harder than I had ever fucked anyone in my life. I used a paw to pin his muzzle down to the side against the grass, exposing his neck. Number One shuffled downward, which only exposed him more. I smiled under the suit.

I opened my maw wide to get my teeth in there, but then instead of lounging down and biting, I screamed. My legs pressed together in reflex for the way Number One suddenly pulled on the weight keeping my nuts pressured. The pull on my nuts had my vision blurring for a moment, then I felt a metal paw coming up to envelop my aching balls to then squeeze them.

I screamed again. Or, well, tried to, but the pain that irradiated from my nuts was so intense that my voice failed and nothing but a weak whimper came out. I heard a loud laugh coming from the handler, but it just echoed in my dazed ears as if it was far away. For a few seconds there, it was as if the only part of my body I could feel were my hurting balls. I idly felt Number One pushing me from below and throwing me, but the impact of my side against the ground felt like nothing compared to how my poor balls hurt.

The pain made my cock almost shrink, which the suit must have detected too because I felt a stronger shock coursing through my dick to keep it erect. It too made me wince, but it also made me realize where I was. I gasped, but my brain was only starting to rush into pushing the pain aside to prioritize the fight again when I felt Number One's teeth coming to my neck. He bit me and I heard the tell of my suit's joints locking. NO! I desperately tried to move, scramble, struggle, thrash, get him away from me! But it was hopeless. The suit would no longer let me move freely. I had lost.

The handler's continuous laughter grew louder as he approached. "Nice! Great fight, Number One!"

He came into my line of sight and I saw him leaning forward to pet Number One's metallic head. The fucker let out another little pathetic bark of happiness, but I wanted to shout in frustration. Then, their eyes fell on me.

"Number Two, you lost. Guess you really need more motivation to start winnin' these things, eeeh? C'mon, get up. Present!" The handler messed with the large controller he held and my suit's joints unlocked.

I glared at him. If it were a few weeks ago, I'd jump on him, yell at him, try to bite him. It wasn't fair! Fucking Number One had struck me in the balls to win! Though, given where I was, I shouldn't have known there would be no concept of 'low blow'. I guess what really frustrated me was that I hadn't thought of doing that to him first.

Still, I had no choice but to slowly get back on all fours. I still hesitated, but I knew it would be worse if I didn't obey, so despite how much I hated what was about to happen and how incredibly frustrating it was to feel the suit still shocking my cock to work my erection back to the edge of orgasm… I slowly turned away from Number One and lowered my front to leave my ass up in the air. As soon as I had done that, I heard the click of my suit's joints locking again so that I'd be locked in that position. Perfect for fucking Number One to fuck. As soon as it did, I tried to move again, starting to regret my compliance, but it was too late.

I resigned to waiting there while I heard the handler praising Number One for winning. Calling him a 'good boy' and whatever other demeaning things he could think of. At least I wouldn't have to tolerate that… Still, the other part of me was extremely jealous over hearing the clear sound of the handler removing the plate over Number One's cock, which would certainly be as hard and desperate as mine was beneath my suit. Just the thought of feeling it bobbing between my legs, the light breeze of fresh air over the flesh of my sensitive cock. The anticipation of getting to shove it somewhere warm and tight, even if it was into another male…

I almost moaned there and then, I swear. The suit's pleasant current shocked my cock and knot one last time and then stopped. I felt close to cumming from closing my eyes and imagining how good it would feel and I admit I may have tried to hump against the suit once or twice there in one of my many desperate attempts to get that last tiny bit of stimulation to finally get off. But, no such thing was possible. My cock just sat there in its perfectly formed metal prison with the metal around my erect length constraining both my cock and engorged knot from any further touching whatsoever.

It must have distracted me, because the next thing I felt was the weight of Number One climbing on my back. Even with the suit to help me bear it, I still had to hold off the weight of his metal suit as well, so I grunted below him as he tried to mount me like a feral dog would mount another. Even for wolves like us, the position was awkward. I knew from experience. I felt the tip of his tapered cock stain the fur of my exposed ass with his precum as he tried to find my ass. I closed my eyes. I hated nothing more than this. I wasn't- AM not gay, you see! I don't want a dude's cock up my ass, but like everything else in my life now, I don't get a choice.

I heard gay sex was way better with actual lube. The first time he made us fuck each other, however, the handler said that feral dogs don't use lube so we didn't need it either. Makes no fucking sense, of course, but I guess he doesn't want to make it too pleasurable for either for us. At least the long-term denial we suffer causes a lot of precum to come to help. Maybe. When I think about it, I can hardly believe that I'm not glad that some guy is dripping precum inside my ass to make the fucking a little better. How far have I fallen…

The whole deal turns me off greatly, so of course, the suit starts bringing my cock back to life. Being hard and ready to cum through the ordeal only makes it even worse than it is. I felt Number One's cocktip prodding my ass a few times, then, much to my dismay, he finally found purchase.

I know we're not supposed to make any sounds that aren't dog-like, but I couldn't help but grunt out loud when Number One's cock brutally penetrated me. He didn't even try to be gentle and, truth be told, I couldn't really blame him because I sure as hell wasn't going to be either if I were in his position. Still, when the tip of his cock beat my ass' resistance, he wasn't merciful about shoving another few inches of his dick into me at once, then again, then again until the majority of his cock was already buried within my burning ass. I could feel his knot against my the fur of my rump. The only good thing about getting fucked after we're both edged so hard for so long is that it really doesn't take long for us to cum…

He pulled back, then shoved himself back in, then did it again and again. He was holding it back I knew, but with his muzzle near my ears I could hear the faint moans he let out each time he shoved his cock into me. All I could do was grit my teeth and endure it. The suit continued to inject its current through my cock and knot. The faint tingle against the sides of my engorged, super sensitive bulb of flesh were driving every wolf instinct I had crazy. I'm ashamed to say that, just as I have done many, many times before, my paw fought to move to reach down for my cock. I couldn't move, however, so that wasn't a problem, but even while getting fucked by Number One I would have given the world there and then just to be able to cum with him as well.

But alas, it was not to be. Number One continued to fuck me, even if slower than I thought he would, and it wasn't until he had spent some good few minutes thrusting into me that I figured out why. It was the handler's laughing that gave it away.

"Gettin' hard to fuck properly with that swingin' there between your legs, eh buddy? Don't worry! 't was part of your reward after all!"

I couldn't figure out what he meant right away. All I knew was that the fucking stopped, even if the other wolf's cock buried deep into me, and I had some time to both breathe and try to get at least a little used to Number One's size. My ass still hurt, but my cock still throbbed all the same. In fact, I gasped there, clenching on his cock and shamefully doing so with enough intensity so that he moaned above me even standing still. I felt my orgasm coming again with such intensity… and then, of course, the suit stopped again. I grit my teeth harder than ever before just so that I wouldn't yell in frustration over the torture.

'Lucky' for me, the handler helped me get my thoughts away from my pulsing cock quickly enough. I heard a sigh that sounded like it was of relief from Number One, then it was immediately followed by his hands grabbing my balls. I would've jumped in surprise there if I could, but nope. All I could do was sit there while he messed with my sensitive nuts. They still felt a little sore after the blow and squeeze from before. The handler messed with the ring circling and pulling at them and it wasn't until he let go that I actually realized what he was doing.

My whole body tensed up when I felt the weight of not one heavy ball dragging my nuts down, but two. He had given me Number One's weight, as he had promised, and if one pound weighing my nuts down was already feeling unbearable… two pounds was downright impossible to handle. I wanted to lower my hips just so that my balls would reach the ground and the weight on them would stop pulling, but with the suit locked as it was, it was impossible.

I found myself panting. It was as if someone was constantly pulling and tugging at my nuts. There was almost no time for me to even start getting used to the doubled weight when a pat on Number One's back signalled he could continue. My eyes widened when I felt him pull out and thrust back in right away, resuming his fucking with the same- no, with greater speed than before now that he was no longer burdened by weight on his balls. Meanwhile, each thrust of his made my balls and their weight sway back and forth, even if slightly due to how tight my suit was locked. It was enough to make me wince with a new level of pain generated from the rough fucking.

To top it all off with a cherry, my discomfort, of course, made my cock shrink and the suit wouldn't have that. The electricity returned to my cock to edge it again and I found myself trapped in a new level of hell.

To me, it felt like hours when in fact it can't have been more than ten minutes at most, I would guess. Number One was very, very eager to fuck me, so he did so as hard and fast as he could. I mean, we had both seen the handler change his mind about letting us cum mid-fuck and forcing us to stop.

The worst part of it all was, as always, his knot. Thrust by thrust while fucking me, Number One desperately tried to wedge his already grown knot into me. I could feel and maybe even sympathize his instincts to do so, but that didn't make me hate him any less for doing it. The handler above us went as far as cheering for it to happen. And then, it did.

It took everything I had to keep from making a sound when the oversized base of his cock went past my resistance and stretched my ass enough to lodge itself in there. I felt his cock going uncomfortably deep into me. I could tell he was making just as much effort to keep from moaning above me. With his knot sunk into me, his final thrusts became shallow and quick, but they also had his free-hanging balls slapping against mine and in turn making the weights sway harder. Fuck him. Fuck him.

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak from that point, though. I hated him more than ever when I felt the flood of his warm seed coming deep into me. I could feel every throb of his cock as it let out the strong jets of wolf seed and, with each one, I could also imagine the pleasure he must be feeling through his body as it happened. I swore I could almost feel it on my own cock, as if it was me cumming and not him, but it must have been just the damned suit playing tricks on me because the shocking and pleasuring of my own edged cock stopped right there and then as his orgasm happened.

Soon enough, it was over. Number One was reduced to a panting mess above me, but his cock and knot were still stuck to my ass. I just wanted the handler to unlock my suit so that I could lower myself and stop the weight on my balls. It was hellish.

The handler clapped in appreciation. "There we go! That was a nice reward, eh? Maybe next time you'll try harder so that it'll be you on top, Number Two!"

I winced when I felt Number One moving. He got off from my back, which provided me at least a little relief so I didn't have to bear his weight, but I silently grunted when I felt the tugs of his engorged knot when he turned around. We were forced to be ass-to-ass with his cock pulled from between his legs like two stuck feral dogs would be. It was humiliating to the least, even more so knowing that I was the one with a large wolfcock stuck up my ass. Little droplets of his cum that escaped even through his knot could be felt dripping down the back of my furry balls.

The handler then unlocked my joints. The first thing I did was try to lower my poor balls down to the ground, but I found myself merely tugging at Number One's knot stuck on me, which made me wince all over again. I quickly found that I couldn't lower myself if he didn't lower himself with me while we were stuck and he didn't seem to have any intention of doing so. Fuck. If Number One even noticed how desperate I was to get some relief from the heavy weight on my balls, he ignored me. I was forced to remain there standing, then I silently groaned with distress when the suit started working my frustrated, denied erection again. The handler hadn't turned that off either.

"Well, Number Two, you lost fair an' square! Well… not really, but ya still lost. So, as I promised, lemme turn on the wagger for you so that at least you won't feel so sad!"

My ears twitched. I had almost forgotten about that, but I had never heard that term before so I didn't know what it meant. I only had time to glance at the handler fiddling with his controller before, all of a sudden, the suit started shocking me.

It wasn't the pleasant, even if frustrating, shocks that I felt on my cock. It was a level of shock that shook me to the core and seemed to come from all over, my dick included, and hurt. I heard Number One whimper and felt him tugging his knot to try to pull it out, so I assume that my body getting shocked was felt on his stuck cock as well. That level of shocking made my muscles cramp and my throat too dry to scream. It was usually only ever used for punishment, so I desperately tried to figure out what I had done wrong, but I couldn't.

The handler let several seconds pass before he spoke calmly. "It's called the wagger. That means it expects you to wag. You know what I'm sayin'?"

My brain still took a few more painful seconds to process his words. I tried to make desperate sense of them and, even through the mind-numbing shocking, I forced my tail to start wagging back and forth up in the air. Sure enough, it worked. Much to my relief, the shocking came to a halt all at once and I pretty much fell inside my suit with everything aching. ...But I also stopped wagging my tail to let it relax, so I got shocked again. I immediately forced it to start wagging again and it stopped once again. My ears dropped with realization and the handler just laughed as I learned what to do the hard way.

"Good boy! A few hours waggin' that tail should teach you to show some happiness and appreciation like a good pup! I'm gonna program a 'barker' just for you for next time!"

I saw the handler walking away still laughing and hated him more than I ever had. The weight on my balls was still killing me, Number One's cock and knot inside my ass was unbearable and I was forced to keep wagging my tail to it all on top of it.

I didn't think things could get any worse from that point on.

Then, the handler returned with a rubber ball.

"I think this will be a fun time to play fetch, don't you guys think?"

No. No! The weight in my balls. I can barely move. My tail had to keep wagging. Number One's knot was still...

The handler threw the ball. "Number One, fetch!"