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Chapter 47 - Perspective

Ember and Cal walk into the Master’s office together just as Voigt is being unfastened from the chair. He clambers off, taking a moment to find his legs and steps out of the reenforced metal doorway. His penis, like Hess’s was, is engorged and hanging limply downward. He bends down and attempts to slot it back into the sheath.

“Here to keep him company, Cal?” He asks breathily, and takes a couple of deep lungfuls.

“Until he settles in at least.” The white wolf replies, nodding at Alek who gestures for them to approach.

“You’ll do fine, my boy. If an old man like me can do it, you can too.”

“Heh, thanks Voigt,” Ember says, oddly reassured by this.

“Right, sit yourself up on here,” Alek directs, patting the padded chair. “I’m going to strap you in, give you your injection and then I’ll run the cleaning cycle while the drug takes effect.”

“OK,” the black wolf mutters, nervously looking at Cal for support.

The wolf at his side smiles and shows no sign of concern or cruelty, only a confident look of approval. With strengthened determination, he hops up onto the machine, finding it still very warm from the previous wolf, and lays himself back into it like a dentist’s chair. Woven straps, designed like seatbelts are wrapped and tightened over his limbs and torso, gripping his body tightly, yet comfortably down. A new collar he’s not seen before is produced and adeptly swapped in place with a clasp on the D-ring locking it to the frame of the chair.

“Why do I need to be tied up so tightly?” Ember inquires with a nervous tremor to his voice.

“It’s the serum,” the Master explains vaguely. “I don’t use so many on the other boys now, but since this is your first time, and I have no idea how you’ll respond, it’s there as a precaution.”

Ember’s heart races and his ears flatten as he looks at the needle and the faintly pinkish liquid within. While only a small hypodermic, he was never too fond of them and struggles to keep his panic in check. Cal notices the discomfort and walks around to the opposite side, directing his attention.

“We don’t want you hurting yourself if you get a little too excitable.” The white wolf explains. “The rush it can give you can make you feel invincible, but it’s all in the head.”

Ember winces as he feels the needle penetrate his skin and a strange rush of coolness entering his body. Immediately a wooziness starts to take ahold, and his faculties, mental and physical start to weaken. He hears his master’s voice, but the words just flutter overhead, too featherlike for his ears to catch. There is an unfamiliar whirring and wet slurping sound, which he attempts to assume is the aforementioned cleaning cycle, but he starts forgetting that it’s happening at all.

His head flops over to look back up at the white wolf and starts realising just how cute he is. He stares at his friend and starts thinking about how good it feels, physically and emotionally, to kiss him. He daydreams about rubbing his hands all over his naked body, stroking the fur and grinding their sheaths together until they’re both rock hard. The kisses turn to French kisses, the strokes turn to gropes, the grinding becomes more heated and aggressive as he slams him back against the wall. He feels himself surge with strength as he hoists the thin wolf up and sandwiches him against the wall. The tip of his penis soon finding its target and pushing inside. He hears Cal moan. Or is it talking? He forces his lids to shut and open manually and realises his tongue had since rolled out and his lips are wet with drool.

“You still there, sweetie?” The wolf asks in that beautiful voice he has.

“Uuhhh mmmmm,” Ember replies dreamily and feels his conscious mind slowly start to take the reins again.

He feels an aching throb at his groin and discovers it to be as stiff as a board upon inspection. Even his knot looks fully engorged and it’s not even out of the sheath. He looks over to the other side and watches the Master hold up see through tubes next to his shaft, measuring against his size.

“Wuh … uhh,” he attempts, blinking forcefully to try and remove the bleary haze.

“I remember the first time I had the serum,” Cal muses, leaning down and bringing his mouth close to Ember’s ear. “It was euphoric,” He moans in a ghostly soft tone as he reaches out to stroke the chest and belly of the restrained wolf.

The sensation of the hand touching him is electric; erotic. Ember mewls softly in a deep pitch as the nerves nestled around every rooted hair is excited in the most pleasurable way.

“He does seem very reactive too it,” Alek says, scientifically matter-of-factly.

His Master, for whom he would do anything to be called a good boy. Or to be scratched behind the ear and petted like a dog. He loves his Master.

“He’ll have to use the big one, I haven’t got one perfect for his size, but it’ll do just fine.”

“Ok honey, I want you to listen to me, ok?”

“Uhhhh, ahhhllll …”

“Just listen, sweetie. Talking will be a bit difficult until the body gets over initial weakness.”

Ember closes his mouth, making a mental note to make sure his tongue is inside first, and does his best to pay attention.

“I’m going to put the visor over your head in a minute, and then you get to choose scenarios to watch. There’s a huge list of things for you to experience, so just take your time and enjoy as many as you want. You can control it using the buttons at your fingers. The direction buttons are here,” he manipulates Ember’s fingers to feel the buttons, “and the select, back and emergency stop buttons are here. Got all that?”

“Yy… yah~” Ember murmurs, slowly coming back to his senses, but still feeling a tremendous urge to fuck this amazingly attractive wolf. He can’t help but imagine how good it feels to cum deep inside his talented muzzle and feeding him a big load.

“I think he’s going to pick one of yours first, based on how he’s looking at you,” Alek comments, making him grin toothily.

His sheath is retracted, causing a squirt of pre to eject as it snaps back, then he feels a strange clamping sensation as a specifically designed tube is fastened over the length of his cock.

“You think so?” Cal smiles, and looks back down at the wolf on the chair. “You wanna see me suck your dick, love?” He says alluringly and gets his muzzle close to Ember’s. “Or maybe you wanna see me on all fours, bound up in some heavy kink gear before you breed me like a bitch.” He smiles and taps the visor dangling overhead. “It’s all on here.”

“Oh yeah,” Ember moans. “Yeah yeah yeah.”

He nods vigorously and feels a tightening feeling around his penis as though it’s sucking out the air around it and compressing a silicone sleeve against the skin. He moans again, but deeper and longer this time as the machine starts working its mechanical magic on the whole length, squeezing and releasing in a very methodical way, calibrating to his size. He watches Cal pull down the visor and wets his lips in eager anticipation at it’s clipped in place, shutting off all outside visibility.

“Have a good time, love, I’ll see you on the other side.”

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I open my eyes and to a vacuous world around me. My body is still there, I can see that, and laying on the chair but all the edges are jittering. Nothing seems quite accurate. The fur is hard to focus on and finer details are flat and blended. The straps have gone too, but if I attempt to move anything I can feel that they’re still there. My cock is pointing directly up, pulsing and feeling as though something is attached, but I can’t see it. Above me is a screen of sorts. There don’t seem to be any wires or even any physicality to it; it just floats there. On it is a menu, with a list of images and a short description underneath each one. My name is up at the top, welcoming me to this strange world of nothing: Ember.

I feel for the buttons under my fingers, locating the cardinal arrows and press the one pointed right to see what happens. The menu advances to the next image and a familiar face pops into view. It is a POV photo of Cal, naked and on his knees with the viewer’s cock in his mouth. I press the circular button and the screen fades. A few seconds later in the void and suddenly he is there, in front of me. Or at least, visually above me from the odd sensation of gravity pulling me backward. He is standing still, nude and erect, ready to service me.

I notice some more buttons over the blackness: two arrows left and right, a start button and an exit. Curious to what they do, I move the highlight to the arrow and click. Instantly the darkness is shed, and a bright vision of a beach comes into view around us; albeit blurry and fragmented. Over the seconds that pass, the clarity begins to improve. Detail of the trees becomes more than abstract shapes, the loam of the waves gains shadows and reflections from the sky, and even the grains of the sand seem tangibly there. I’m sat reclined on a deck chair while the water gently laps at the shore, and Cal still stands motionless in front of me; but now stood correctly on the ground. Weirded by the motionlessness, I press the start button and he instantly comes to life.

He steps closer, staring into my eyes as he lowers himself down to his knees onto the sand, resting gently upon and not depressing its surface. I watch with intense fervour as he reaches to touch me and I feel a tightness where his hand is. As the grip moves, so too does the sensation on my cock; up and down from bulb to tip. Then when he opens his mouth and takes the head into his muzzle, a warmth impresses where the lips meet my flesh. Something simulates the movements of a tongue at the underside that teases my rigid length and draws out the clear slick fluids. It feels real.

He goes down on me, and I pant, already feeling like a flimsy cutout of my former self as the orgasm that draws to the brink threatens to spill. His mouth feels so good. I stare at him, breathing heavily, seeing his eyes flit between my face, my body and my cock randomly. I can see his own member twitching between his legs; proof that he’s enjoying his position and servility. His eagerness is evidence enough, with his hands that toy with my balls, and the tongue than begs for my seed. Wait, I feel it on my balls too. It’s not like a hand, more like a glove filled with warm water nudging them around. There’s no dexterity, but it’s nice all the same.

I bare my teeth as the explosive force of an uninhibited orgasm finally pushes its way into the forefront. A coloured rectangle highlights on the left of my vision that says “Pull out”, and I quickly navigate to press it. Cal’s visage jerks suddenly and then he pulls out while keeping my member firmly held behind the knot. Cum shoots out of my penis, timed in such a way as to line up with my throbs and then lands on his furry white face. There is a significant amount that gets produced, leaving the wolf with very sticky fur. He looks up at me and giggles cutely, which makes me smile in return. Then he freezes and the exit sign highlights.

I feel a little dizzy as the last of my cum is subtly siphoned out and whisked away into a jar; I don’t know how much. My breathing is laboured, but much less than it usually is when I cum. In fact, there are a lot of things different. I don’t feel satisfied like I know I should. It felt great, but incomplete, like there should have been another one following it that didn’t show up. There’s no weariness, no ache or oversensitivity to my cock or balls either, as though I never orgasmed at all. Cal’s ghost stares up at me with a simulation of my semen plastering his face, smirking cheekily because he knows that this isn’t the end. Determined to teach this wolf a lesson for tormenting me, I exit back into the menu and try to find one where he’s on his back and ready to get fucked.

I scroll through countless scenarios, lots with Hess, several solo kink ones, and one with Voigt which I will have to return to. I find one with Cal in the desired position, select it and cycle through the backgrounds while he waits in still life. There’s a certain feeling of fear that is hard to explain when you’re suddenly confronted with hundreds of eyes staring at you as I switch to one set on a stage in an auditorium. I linger on it to satisfy a gross curiosity to see if any of them move or blink, but they only seem to when I’m not looking at them. Eerily concerned, I move on, cycling past a cinema, a restaurant table and the edge of a swimming pool, until I find one in an exact replica of the Master’s bedroom. Not quite ready for the public ones, I choose this one to sate a feeling of naughtiness I would get were I actually about to do this on his bed, presumably without his knowledge.

It seems to know how to position me and Cal so that he’s lying back on the bed and I’m standing at the edge, erection hovering proud over his body. His face looks lustful and eager, almost like he had been waiting for me. His own cock seems just as firm too, but I doubt he’d be allowed to cum even for the making of this recording. I click the button to start the animation and my body steps forward, moving a hand to my dick to press it down between his legs. It’s an odd sensation to stand without feeling the weight of my body pressing into my feet or to watch my limbs direct themselves about on their own. But when there is a fleshy warmth simulated at the tip of my penis which then radiates down as I push inside, it’s all forgotten.

As my body pushes forward, and my member enters his body, my vigour heightens. I need to cum in him, as much as I can give. His hole is tight around me, and so slippery and hot, and I can hear his soft whimpers and moans in my ears from every inch he receives. As soon as I’m at the bulb of my knot, my hips start the motions of a steady hump, and it feels so good. Every sucking pump of his hole around my length feels like the first touch after a week of abstinence. With his adorable face staring up at me, those begging eyes and his cock leaking pre on his belly, I doubt I’ll last long. When I see him tug on his own collar with the D-ring and blush, I nearly go over. But I want my knot inside him; I want to lock myself into this cute wolf and claim his body.

There is a button I’d noticed that I was waiting until the right moment for, and I think it’s about due. I navigate to it and select ‘Tie’. The animation jerks momentarily, and Cal’s arms are suddenly down at his sides with his hands clutching the duvet. There is an overwhelming tightness around my knot as I start pushing forward and it’s forced into his anal ring. I can see he’s struggling but he doesn’t tap out, he takes it, slowly but surely. I can’t push myself forward any faster, I’m not in control of such finer movements, which means I start cumming before it’s fully inside. It’s no matter though, the effect is pleasurable enough as it is, and with myself pressing against the hole so tightly, I know none is going to escape. I pant as the second orgasm rushes through my body, passing over me like the hot gush of air in the entrance of a supermarket on a cold day. Just like them, it was fleeting and ultimately unfulfilling.

I need to cum again. I need more.

I watch as Cal’s cock twitches and leaks constantly as I widen his hole to its maximum and then in an instant, I’m sucked forward and locked into him. The deepness, the warmth, the right ring squeezing behind the knot, and the writhing moans of the subby white wolf is enough to bring me desperately close again. When I hear Cal squeal a wild howl and start cumming all over himself, my body reacts in kind. Fuelled by the feverish throb around my cock caused by the wolf’s orgasm, I unload a second helping of semen deep into his bowels. His moans are beautifully harmonious with my own, as we sing the feral call.

Not half a minute passes when the tumult of our passion is interrupted by the feeling of unfinished duty. The frustration of incompletion looming like a curse. An accidental stitch in a scarf noticed too late, or a floor tile incorrectly oriented. The need to correct the error in my brain is lucid, infallible and inviolable. Cal lays in the mess of his doing, panting, limp, and looping. I exit the scene and the sensation on my penis instantly releases. It begs for more attention, and were I not incapable, I would grab it and masturbate as furiously as I could. Although something tells me even that wouldn’t sate me.

I find another video; this one has a label on that says “non-interactive”. It seems to show a video of Hess in the shower cubicle, Voigt and Cal are standing outside it and holding their sheaths. I click it, intrigued and immediately see why it wouldn’t have audience participation: I am a voyeur.

As it starts playing the suction around my penis becomes a steady rhythmic motion, providing consistent pleasure in place of a hand. Shot from the side at hip-height, the white and grey wolves take aim, and start urinating on the chubby one sat down on the shower floor. He moans and touches himself as he too starts peeing under the golden rain. Not usually excited by such a thing, the proxied arousal from Hess make my dick twitch something rotten. Witnessing his fur dampen from the twin streams, and hearing it splash in his open mouth as he guzzles some of it down, begins making me feel sympathetically turned on … jealous almost.

I imagine myself beside the two standing wolves, adding a third to the musky shower. The ultimate claim to my pet by marking him in front of the others. I might even insist he hold his full bladder. Forced to fidget and squirm under the hot spay and begging me to open the loch. Only when all three of us have finished would I allow it, so he has to piss on himself in front of us all.

Gah … already? I didn’t even notice it creep up on me. I grunt breathily as I’m rapt in the throes of orgasm yet again, feeling only more intense than the last. I don’t even know if there’s anything coming out, but no doubt the serum will take care of that. I grip the arms of the chair as the feeling fades, desperate to experience a climax that doesn’t make me feel like I’d just been knocked back three paces. The video exits and I frantically attempt to find another. There are so many to look at, I only just notice the randomise button at the bottom right.

I select it and without warning, it sends me to a seat in a particularly uncrowded train. I feel the rumble of the vehicle under me as a slight vibration, and a humming noise in my ears with a quiet murmuring of distant chatter from other passengers. I’m wearing casual clothes, and my penis is invisible to me now. To my side is Cal with a finger to his lips, frozen in time and also dressed, but there is a considerable swelling in the fabric of his trousers. I tilt my head into the aisle and the camera moves with me. I see the tops of heads moving ahead and behind at tables looking at a laptop or reading. The sudden nervousness of being in a closed space, surrounded by humans, dries my mouth. Despite an irrational concern that the fake people around us could see, I play the simulation, curious to know what happens.

In a second, his hands are on me, one touching my arm and the other venturing snakelike to my crotch. I feel the bump of his fingers on my dick, despite being fully hard I still can’t see it. He unzips and unbuttons my jeans, slipping the front of them and my boxers down; only then does it pop unceremoniously back into view, full mast and eager for more attention. I nod to Cal, even though I know his actions are scripted, getting lost in the fantasy of being sucked off, so dangerously in public. I bite my lip and watch him peer around, adding to the illusion, before steering my shaft into his mouth. I stifle a moan, worried there may be noise sensitivity to trigger a bad ending and keep my eyes glued on the heads above the seats in case any of them turn around. What if there’s a ticket inspector? My ears drop and I wince as Cal’s mouth tightens around me and his tongue swirls the tip. His grip is a vice on my dick, making the veins bulge … when I get chance to see them.

The added adrenaline from the fear of being caught on top of all the added pleasure of Cal’s perfect muzzle sends me into my next orgasm. I’ve lost track of which this is now, but I don’t really care anymore. They all feel good; better even. This stupor I’m in leaves me with only pleasure as an available sense and each release just feels slightly more intense than the last. Perhaps because my body needs to work harder to make it happen, or perhaps it knows how hard this crash is going to be it wants to make the most of it. I don’t complain and ride the wave again, feeling my cum get guzzled out by the attentive wolf muzzle; this time leaving the “pull out” prompt untouched.

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Time passes in the chamber of dreams.

Each false memory facilitates the collection of his essence until finally an alarm bell sounds and the machine is disengaged. The device around his penis unclips itself and invites a rush of cool air to scold his sensitive skin. Mid-fuck, and mid-climax, his dick collapses onto his belly and spurts the last from that round into his fur. He grunts and looks around helplessly until the visor switches to a live-feed with a dark filter to allow his eyes to adjust to the clinical brightness. The heavy door opens and his Master steps in with a curious look on his face. He steps around the machine, not addressing the recombinant wolf and tuts an exasperated laugh. He hoists a half-frozen jar of white fluid with a clear pipe connected to the top which is noticeably flooded with nowhere to drain.

“Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, but … I am nonetheless,” he says, chuckling and gently putting the jar back down into the cooling receptacle. “Right, good to know, you’re a productive boy.”

Ember huffs and looks down at his erection, watching as a thick trickle of cum oozes out, and whining pitifully at the lack of attention it’s now receiving. He returns his gaze back to the master and mewls in the most pleading way he knows how. However, Alek only smirks devilishly and glides a finger up the length of the lupine shaft.

“My poor puppy, you still have 20 minutes left until the serum starts to wear off … probably. First time might be a little longer, it’s always hard to predict.” Alek lifts up the wolf’s member and gives it a gentle squeeze. “I bet you’d love to fuck Cal for real wouldn’t you?”

Ember whimpers, “h-how did you … know?”

“Just a guess.”

The wolf groans, realising his mistake and feels his cock be left to flop back down onto his damp stomach. “Please master … I’m so horny.”

“Yes, no doubt,” comes the dismissive response, while lidding the full jar. “I got more off you today than I thought I would, but it would be a shame to waste what’s left in here.” He gestures to the crimped plastic tube.

Ember’s chair is swivelled and the pipe is brought up close to his mouth.

“M-master?” He asks, allowing Alek to shove the end of it into his muzzle.

“I’ll give you a deal. See all this?” He asks, tracing his finger up the length of the tube, all the way over to the machine, and then back out the other end to about mid-way up. He stops when he reaches the meniscus of the cum reservoir trapped inside. “If you drink all this, I’ll let you fuck Cal. Spill any and the chastity collar goes on until tomorrow’s session.”

Ember gulps nervously, realising there’s probably about 200ml of cum trapped in there. His dick aches for stimulation, throbbing randomly, almost like it’s trying to attract attention. He stares at his Master, and back at the tube in his mouth, and, thinking with penis, he starts drinking.