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Eyazen simply grunted. The large, animalistic tongue licking his muzzle would not relent. The wolf had given up on pushing the animal away, since it only made things worse in the long run. There was also the fact that he didn't stand a chance against the large warg in any sort of physical confrontation. Wargs were kind of like feral wolves. In a way. Except for the fact that they were at least twice as big, with broader, larger chests and thinner paws. Their muzzles were sleek and a little bit longer, probably so that they could nest the disturbing amount of sharp teeth the beasts had. Wargs were very hard to domesticate, but they were often used as mounts and hunting partners for the most savage sort of tribes, as were the case with these. There were only six wargs in the particular, fenced section of the cave complex they were in, which were free to roam around a large space, contained just by a crude wooden fence that these beasts could definitely rip apart if they wanted to. Eyazen, on the other hand, wasn't as lucky.

By Eyazen's count, it had been a nine days since he'd been captured. It was supposed to be a simple quest, really, for since he and Garelth had dealt with trolls before, how bad could gnolls be? Quite bad, as it turned out. They didn't expect gnolls to be clever enough to set up an ambush for adventurers and they walked right into one. Surrounded, Eyazen ended up getting separated from Garelth and, once alone, a mage wasn't so hard to overwhelm. When the wolf got taken down, he was sure he was done for, but instead he woke up in that cave. He wasn't sure where he was, but from what he knew about the landscapes he was sure it wasn't very close to the point where he got captured. There was no sign of Garelth and, at first, Eyazen feared for the worst, but he heard talk among the gnolls later on to learn that he had escaped. It was quite a relief, especially since Eyazen knew Garelth would come for him. He was sure of it... As long as the warrior could find him. Eyazen knew Garelth wouldn't give up, but he couldn't know how long it would take. He sure hoped it would be soon, because the last nine days? Those had been hell.

The reason the black and white furred wolf was sitting in the middle of a bunch of wargs was because that's where the gnolls decided to keep him. They called him a dog, no matter how many times he had protested, and said he deserved to be with the dogs. A long chain linked to Eyazen's collar was what kept him from either running or getting away from the wargs, connected to a hook on the floor by the center of the fenced area. To make matters worse, Eyazen was also always kept bare naked. He knew for a fact they had taken his robes and all of his belongings. He'd seen them playing around with his things in the past, but they wouldn't give him anything to wear. Well, anything other than the damned collar. Sleeping with the wargs wasn't as bad as he would think. Other than the hard ground, the beasts themselves didn't seem as threatening as their looks made them appear. Well, they weren't towards him, though Eyazen theorized it was because they knew he wasn't a threat at all. Sleeping with them was necessary to keep him warm at night when it grew cold. The worst part was, of course, the smell. These wargs smelled exactly like a bunch of wolves who've never even thought about the idea of a bath should smell. Some nights, depending on how the wargs ended up laying around him, the musk was almost unbearable for the wolf's acute nose.

Being the mage he was, Eyazen didn't rely on weapons or his staff. He could burn the whole place down, could set all of those damn gnolls on fire and make them regret everything they'd done to him a thousand times over. He could have done all of that if it wasn't for the collar. On one side, Eyazen should probably feel grateful, for if the shaman that lead the tribe of gnolls didn't know how to make a runed leather collar to suppress magic they would probably have killed him instead of simply capturing him. It was damn hard to feel grateful for anything, though. Being sensitive to magic as he was, Eyazen could always feel the glowing runes painted over the leather sapping it away from him. They drained every single bit of magical energy he had and left him dry. On the first two or three days, that made the wolf mage feel exhausted and weak all the time, but by now he was almost used to the physical parts of the process. The feeling of powerlessness never got better, though.

Without his magic, Eyazen was harmless to them. All he could do was take whatever they threw at him and keep hoping Garelth would arrive to slash them down any day now. The warg licking his muzzle got tired and Eyazen grunted once more, thankful for it. The wolf was lying on his back over the dusty ground, the beast with a heavy, large paw over his chest keeping him down as he took his licking. Eyazen expected the warg to let him go now that his muzzle was dripping with slobber, but he just kept sniffing his body. Loud huffs from that big muzzle inspected the wolf's neck, then his chest. Eyazen stared at those huge teeth, sharp as daggers, and he couldn't help but lower his ears. At least the big paw withdrew from his chest, taking some weight out of it.

The wolf hoped the warg was done with him, but he wasn't so lucky. The beast kept going down with its sniffing until it found interest in his sheath. Eyazen let out a small whimper feeling that big cold nose pressing against his crotch, against his balls, but not against his sheath. It didn't press against it because the wolf's sheath was still contained in the chastity cage he usually wore with Garelth. There had been an infinitude of times Eyazen wished he hadn't been wearing that in the day he got captured, because the gnolls never got tired of mocking his locked up cock and, with it closed like that, the wolf had absolutely no chance for any sort of relief on that regard. Adding their time questing and these last nine days it had been around thirty two days since the wolf's last release. That was a record for him and one he was not happy to break, especially in this situation. The moment the warg's big, broad tongue came to drag itself against his balls and sheath, Eyazen let out an audible groan. Pent up as he was, even if it was some beast licking him, the wolf's member instantly reacted, only to be blocked by the cage, as always.

Eyazen quickly twisted around in the ground. The warg above him growled and twitched, as the beasts never let him run away, but the wolf stopped as soon as he was done. Now lying on the dusty ground on his stomach, at least his sheath was protected from the licking. The warg went to sniff his back, probably looking for the thing he had been wanting to lick, but he wouldn't find it. Eyazen sighed.

"Come on you stupid, overgrown wolf... go away..." Eyazen muttered, but the warg was stubborn. The big feral shoved his nose between Eyazen's legs, right against the back of his balls and sniffed. Again and again. The warg pressed its nose further and let out small growls, wanting to reach that sheath, but he couldn't. The beast wasn't smart enough to force him to turn around, Eyazen knew, so he smiled triumphantly. The worst part about all of that was that they key to his chastity device had always been held by Garelth, kept among his things. Since his warrior companion was still out there, there was no way to open his cage. No way at all. That cold nose pressing against his balls made Eyazen's member continue to strain against that cage, stirring up all the lust and need he had inside for a relief he couldn't achieve.

The wolf's victory was very short lived, too. The warg stopped pressing for his sheath and, for a moment, Eyazen was glad, but the sniffing didn't stop. A cold nose underneath his tail made it obvious the beast had found another spot he could explore. Eyazen's ears went down, his tail curling to try and cover himself, but the big wolf-like creature had no trouble brushing it away with its nose. Sure enough, that tongue soon followed. Long, broad swipes of that sleek, soft tongue brushed against Eyazen's rump, right against his tailhole, making him sink his claws on the floor and tremble with the sensations.

"Ghnn..! Shoo! Go away!" Eyazen ushered, even if he knew that was useless. The wargs never listened to anything he said. The wolf tried to crawl away, dragging himself against the ground to run from that assaulting tongue, but the few inches he managed to make were easily followed by that licking muzzle and, after that, the huge paw came to the small of his back, the beast's weight keeping him pinned down in place in a rather uncomfortable manner.

All Eyazen could do was squirm and gasp. The warg was very interested in his tailhole, his tongue licking it with vigor. The beast pressed his muzzle against his rump in an effort to reach more of whatever musky scent or taste was pleasing it and the wolf was forced to just lay there, gasping. His member was pressing hard against the relentless steel of his cage, begging to get hard, as humiliating as the whole thing was, but it was hopeless.

A heavy moan came from Eyazen as the warg finally succeeded in pressing his tongue into his tailhole. That wide, warm thing licked with curiosity, the nose pressing harder and harder against his fur in an effort to get deeper. The wolf whimpered in need and, helplessly, tried to claw away from the warg again. He could feel his fur getting matted with his own precum that dripped from his cage, more and more of it coming as the warg casually shoved his tongue into his tailhole to lick it.

The thing went on for quite a while. It reached a point where Eyazen's paw was beneath his body, tugging against his cage in desperate need to get out of it and jerk off while the warg had his way with his back side. The beast never got tired, always wanting to reach deeper and deeper into the new thing he had found. Of course, sometimes that tongue would come out to lick the back of the wolf's balls a little, or just slobber over his rump some more, but it always pushed right back into his tailhole with vehemence.

The wolf was so distracted with his frustrations that he didn't even hear the sound of steps coming. All of a sudden, a high whistle echoed through the caves and the licking stopped. The warg raised its head and trotted away from him, leaving him free on the ground to stand up and look upon the form of the gnoll leaning against the nearby fence with a huge grin over his muzzle.

"Enjoyin' yourself over with the other dogs?" It was the leader asking or, at least, who Eyazen assumed was the leader. He was a little larger than the other gnolls, a dark brown fur with a few black spots here and there typical for his race. He wore nothing but a loincloth to keep himself covered, though the gnolls also enjoyed adornments every now and then, Eyazen had quickly learned. This one had a few metal earrings over one of his long ears, some straps around his footpaws to ease up walking and a tribal kind of collar around his neck with small bones dangling from it. The gnoll's most notable feature was the blue markings over his fur, however.

Those markings were made with paint, the same sort of paint that adorned Eyazen's collar. The collar itself was nothing special, just a heavy piece of leather used on regular dogs of fair size. Being the good mage he was, Eyazen knew it was the paint and runes themselves who sapped his magic. He'd never really read much on runic magic, for it wasn't a very popular nor practical sort of spell weaving, but it was astonishing that this simple gnoll had the knowledge to use it. It was both impressive and dangerous.

"Get over her', dog," the gnoll ordered and Eyazen hesitated. That couldn't be a good thing, no matter what. Eyazen slowly walked up to the gnoll dragging the chain that kept his collar linked to a firm ground hook alongside him with a rattling sound. Because of his dealing with magic, this gnoll was some sort of shaman to the others. The wolf had been around them enough to see how the others looked up to him, and it was no wonder. While all the other gnolls were simple-minded fighters, this one had every bit of brain expected from a smart, manipulative person. Eyazen could only get a few feet close to the wooden fence before his chain stopped him from going further making him grunt and look away embarrassed. He wasn't some dog to be held down by a simple chain, but without his magic, he could not break metal and the hook on the ground did not give, no matter how much time he spent trying.

The grinning gnoll just chuckled. He stood there, watching Eyazen stand at the limit of his chain before he hopped over the fence to get to the wolf himself. He was quite a bit taller than Eyazen and, though the wolf took a step back, he was quick to grab his collar and yank him back forward towards him. Eyazen lowered his ears, but he also growled at gnoll, who kept a hold on him and, much to the wolf's surprise, used his other paw to grip his balls and caged sheath. The canine tried to jerk away, but he was kept firmly in place by the collar, pressed right against the gnoll's dirty fur.

"Been havin' fun with the wargs? Look at you, all wet an' drippin'. I'd say I put you in the right place, didn't I?" The gnoll asked with his muzzle so very close to Eyazen's. That big toothy grin only getting wider and, of course, accompanied by a rough fondling over the wolf's balls. As much as Eyazen hated to admit it, with how pent up he was, his member still hadn't recovered from the feral's rimming. That constant tingle of need was still there in his balls, but he didn't want to give the damn gnoll the satisfaction of seeing his member trying to get hard.

Eyazen turned his muzzle away. The gnoll's breath was foul, but even worse than that was his fur. With his body pressed up against the wolf's, Eyazen's muzzle was pretty much getting rubbed against the beastman's chest, his scent was ever so present for the wolf, so he just grunted and kept his muzzle to the side. In terms of smell he wasn't sure if he didn't prefer the wargs over the gnolls. The gnoll wasn't having it, however. He yanked Eyazen's collar so hard it almost hoisted him up from his feet, making the canine gasp and grunt. He was being pulled up right against the bigger male.

"I asked you a question, didn't I?!" The big gnoll growled, small bits of saliva hitting Eyazen's face. The wolf's ears went down all the way, his tail curling between his legs a little.

"Y-yes," Eyazen mumbled in a weak response.

"Louder," the growling gnoll ordered, sharp teeth right in front of the wolf's eyes.

"Yes, y-you put me in the right place!" Eyazen had no choice but to say what the gnoll wanted to hear. He had already learned that there would be consequences for not doing what he wanted. He could play off the others, be smarter than them, but not this one.

The gnoll's growling ceased when the wolf said what he wanted, replaced by an amused chuckled. He eased up his grip on the collar, letting Eyazen take a step back and, instead, used his big paw to ruffle the wolf's head fur.

"Good dog," the gnoll said in his rough voice. Eyazen felt ashamed, another shred of dignity gone. The gnoll then brought up the small key that he used to get rid of the little padlock holding the chain to Eyazen's collar. He threw them both on the floor after they were properly unlocked and, though it went through Eyazen's mind for the hundredth to shove the gnoll away and make a run for it, he was well aware he wouldn't get far. Before he could ponder it further, the gnoll was already over him again. Eyazen gasped when he felt that rough, big paw fondling him once more, roughly handling his metal cage. The way he pulled at it made Eyazen grunt with discomfort, but the claws soon retreated. The big gnoll brought them up to sniff and wrinkled his muzzle.

"You were really enjoyin' yourself out there, weren't you? All wet an' worked up for the wargs," the gnoll commented. His tone was full of mockery and amusement. Eyazen looked down, feeling his muzzle hot with embarrassment, but it had been so long... That's when those claws got shoved against his face, his nose getting sticky as the pre collected in them was smeared against it.

"Clean," came a simple order from the chief. The wolf hesitated, looking up at the gnoll, who saw that hesitation and growled towards him, showing teeth. He stepped even closer, his other paw coming up to Eyazen's scruff to grab and hold it. It was clear that he was going to be made to lick it no matter what. With a disgusted expression, the wolf's tongue came to slowly lap at those clawed fingers, tasting his own pre. The gnoll made a point to twist and turn them several times so that his tongue could catch everything, smiling at the display all the while.

The big gnoll was so close that half of Eyazen's disgust came from his smell. The beastman kept pressing himself against the wolf. It gave Eyazen plenty of time while he licked to look at how matted the short fur of the gnoll's chest was, parts where the sweat had dried up, never to be cleaned. He was still licking those claws, distracted by the gnoll's terribly unclean appearance when the hold on his scruff suddenly pulled him up. The big gnoll almost lifted him off his feet, forcing Eyazen to stand at the tip of his claws. He found himself eye to eye with the gnoll, who was glaring at him.

"Whaddya lookin' at? Don' like what you see?" The gnoll spoke right towards him, their noses almost touching and there it was, that breath again. Eyazen couldn't help but frown in disgust and turn away, but that turned out to be his biggest mistake. The gnoll narrowed his eyes towards him.

"What's botherin' you? It's the smell, isn't it? Dog doesn't like the smell of workin' men? Of warriors who don't fuckin' sit around all day and have others do everythin' for them? Is that it? Is it?!" Eyazen could see those sharp teeth right in front of his eyes as the gnoll growled at him. The wolf's ears were pinned down against his head, his tail tight between his legs. He placed his hands on the gnoll's chest, but he couldn't get away from the hold on his scruff.

"I-I... that's... that's not-" Eyazen started, but then, in one sweeping movement, the gnoll pulled him closer and shoved his muzzle right against his armpit. It got held there both by the gnoll's arm closing up and his other hand, which now moved to hold the back of his head. The smell hit Eyazen instantly. If he thought the gnoll's idle smell was bad at first, that was a whole new level of it. His first reflexive reaction was to pull away, frowning and almost gagging at the sheer musk. His paws went up right against the gnoll's chest, squirming and trying to pull back, but all he could hear was the gnoll laughing. The bigger male didn't seem to require much effort to keep his muzzle pressed inside his armpit, no matter how much Eyazen struggled.

The wolf tried to hold his breath at first, but he couldn't open his muzzle and couldn't get away. Eventually, he had to give in, taking a big, long whiff of that deep musk that was so strong he got dizzy for a moment. His nose could take in all the subtleties in the scent, the sheer potency of it. Eyazen frowned in deep disgust, for he could feel the gnoll's sweat in his muzzle fur, his struggle to get out only ending up in it rubbing against that musky place.

That lasted quite a few minutes, until Eyazen grew tired and gave up on struggling, resorting to desperate whimpers instead. He could barely breath and, most importantly, he couldn't take the smell! When he was starting to think he might pass out, the gnoll finally released him. The wolf stumbled a step or two back and coughed, both paws instantly coming up to his muzzle, wet with gnoll sweat, to try and clean it. The smell was ingrained in his nose, but he didn't even get time to properly wipe it away, because soon the gnoll's claw was hooked under his collar again, dragging the stumbling, coughing wolf awkwardly along with him over the fence and into the cave complex.

"I'm glad to see you enjoy our scent so much. I'll make a note o' that. I've also prepared a special treat for you today," the gnoll said while they walked. Eyazen's ears folded back right away. "Others will be back from the hunt soon, gotta get doggie ready. But don't worry, it'll make things a lot easier for you, you'll see."

The gnoll's words came with a chuckle. Eyazen thought about asking him about it, but what would be the point? His 'duties' were the worst part of each day and he highly doubted whatever the shaman had in mind would make it 'better'.

When they arrived in the altar 'room', which was really just another smaller cave inside the other caves, Eyazen finally went back to rubbing his muzzle with his paws, trying to clean it. He just wished he could sink his head into a river for an hour straight to get rid of that smell. The gnoll chief, again, didn't give him much time to get that done.

"This way," the gnoll just ordered, shoving Eyazen in the direction of a big altar. The wolf recognized it. It was the same one they had bound him to the first time, where they'd put the collar around his neck and engraved it with the runes that kept him in check. The wolf's ears lowered themselves, especially since, as soon as they reached the big slab of stone, he was pushed right over it, forced to lie on his stomach over the cold stone. He made a motion to get up, but a warning growl from the gnoll was enough for him to know he was supposed to stay down.

"What are you gonna do?" The wolf asked, wary. He went back to rubbing his muzzle, but he was failing to get the remnants of the disgusting scent away with his paw alone. The gnoll didn't answer him, simply turning away to grab a bowl and a pestle, mixing something in it.

"Dog will soon see," he answered, quite cryptically. Eyazen didn't like it one bit. When the gnoll turned back at him, he was grinning.

"Still," the gnoll said in a harsh tone. With one paw, he pressed down the wolf's back hard, pinning him down against the stone. He settled his mixture over the stone and with a clawed finger, took some of it and started spreading it over the wolf's back. It felt cold at first. Eyazen twisted his head to look at what it was with urgency, but he was relieved to see it was just paint. Black paint. Though it seemed a tad more sticky than paint was supposed to be. When the gnoll dipped his finger in it, small tendrils of the substance lingered between those claws and the 'paint'.

Eyazen's relief was very short lived. He felt the gnoll spreading the paint over his back in a specific way, like... like he was drawing. Even without his magic, the wolf could soon feel it resonating with it. More runes. And this time, right against his skin. The wolf tensed up, but then the gnoll's paw holding him down pressed harder against his shoulder to keep him down.

"What are you doing?! What are you making?!" Eyazen asked with urgency. He tried to force himself to get up, but the gnoll was so damn strong. At times like these, he wished he didn't rely so much on his magic. The gnoll, on the other hand, just chuckled and kept drawing.

"I told you. Making your duties easier. Black paint over black dog fur, not even visible. Don't worry, this will be our little secret, eh?"

That didn't make Eyazen feel better at all. He felt the paint tingling over his fur, certainly doing something, he just couldn't tell what. He wasn't feeling any different... The drawing kept going lower until it reached the base of his tail. The moment the last bits of rune connected over his skin, Eyazen felt the small tingle getting stronger. The gnoll just grinned and, strangely enough, bend over to shove his nose right against the fur on the back of the wolf's neck, taking a deep, deep whiff of it with satisfaction.

"Oh, yeah. Perfect," the gnoll commented. Eyazen didn't like it one bit.

"I demand you tell me what's in this paint! What kind of runes did you make?!"

The wolf's stronger tone did get the gnoll's attention, but again, all he got was an amused look, followed by a wide grin.

"You really wanna know? Well, too bad. It'll be a surprise. The only thing I can tell ya is that it had a very... special ingredient." The gnoll's toothy grin got wider than ever and, while he said that, his hand went down to cup his own crotch through his loincloth. It took Eyazen a few seconds before his eyes widened, connecting the dots between the paint's stickiness and the gnoll's private parts. The gnoll laughed seeing that frown of disgust appear through the wolf's face.

"C'mon, others might be back already," The gnoll just said. Eyazen didn't get any more time to ponder or complain. Again, he felt himself getting pulled up by his collar and forced to stand up to be dragged alongside the chief through the caves again. The wolf tried to reach his back. With both paws, he rubbed his fur as best as he could where he felt it tingling, but it didn't stop. Looking at his paws, there was no paint. Though it had just been painted, it was the same thing when they did it to his collar, too. The magical runes held the paint together and it would require more than just some smearing to break them.

Eyazen was led back to the cave's entrance. He was glad to step outside, it had been a while since he had, but it didn't help him in locating himself at all, since all he could see was grass and forest over the light of the sun starting to go down on the horizon. Still out there being quite loud were three other gnolls and, judging by the bloody hares and deer off to the side, those were the hunters coming back from their day in the woods. The moment they stepped out, all three of them turned to look at Eyazen. The wolf felt like a piece of meat on display by the way their eyes were set at him, one of them even licking his lips.

Those gnolls, much like the leader, didn't wear much more than a loincloth, though some of them had a few pieces of armor here and there and all of them were smaller than the big leader holding his collar so roughly. Gnolls favored agility, that was common knowledge, but it was clear that they enjoyed adornments every now and then. Usually gnolls were far too dumb to craft anything, of course, so all of those rusty pieces of armor they wore were probably stolen or scavenged. One of them approached first. This one had a light brown fur, almost yellow, and Eyazen couldn't help but notice how his ears flickered back and his head lowered while approaching the leader.

"Yo, chief! Walkin' the dog for a bit?"

Eyazen felt his face hot for the comment. The leader seemed pleased.

"Could say that. He's been just begging me to let him serve you guys. Apparently he's in a licking mood. You know how dogs are."

"Really?"

The chief's tone was full of mockery, yet the look on the hunter's face told Eyazen he was actually believing it. It made the wolf seriously embarrassed to be captured by these grunts. The wolf just grumbled, however, when a tighter grip and pull on his collar made it feel tight and uncomfortable.

"Tell 'im you how much you wanna lick him," the chief ordered and, in response, Eyazen just growled. At first. The hold on his collar got so tight he started choking, the deep, guttural growl of the big gnoll resonated right against his ear.

"I wanna... lick," Eyazen gasped and then, immediately, the pressure was off. The wolf almost slumped forward, drawing in sweet air while both gnolls laughed.

"That's great. I could use some lickin'. Can I have 'im first, boss?"

Eyazen got shoved forward, so hard that he stumbled a few steps and almost had to be held by the smaller gnoll hunter in front of him. This one was just about Eyazen's size in height, slender and skinny... If the mage had any sort of physical skills at all he could even consider the possibility of taking him on.

"Sure. Let's see how much of a good boy he is," the chief said, then he brought his claws up to his muzzle and whistled. The high sound called in the other two gnoll hunters, then the chief stepped up behind him as well. The four of them circled him like a flock of vultures, all eyes set over his exposed body. The wolf's ears went right down.

It was the first gnoll that had approached that stepped up first. He took hold of Eyazen's collar with one paw and the other went through the wolf's chest, shamelessly feeling his body over his fur. It made the wolf highly uncomfortable, but he had tried to escape before. He knew it wouldn't work, not just like that.

The second thing that hit Eyazen was, of course, the smell. The chief had a distinct musk, but he barely ever left the caves, usually just working on whatever magic he worked on or just getting busy by tormenting him. These gnolls, however... These gnolls had been hunting all day. The glistening of sweat could be seen adorning their short fur, and then there was the smell. Eyazen turned his muzzle away from the gnoll when he got close, wishing his nose wasn't so sensitive. He could capture the male's distinct scent alright, but it was buried in a thick layer of a pungent, salty musk that only a creature that rolled in the dirt and did not even know the concept of a bath could attain.

The gnoll didn't notice any of his reactions, too busy feeling his body up, but then the beastman shoved his nose closer to Eyazen as well. The wolf tried to take a step back, but was held by his collar, so he just kept his muzzle away while the gnoll sniffed his chest first, then went up to his neck and even his muzzle. Those were loud sniffs, looking for something that Eyazen didn't understand.

"Somethin's different about you..." the gnoll commented. It made the other two behind him exchange curious looks between themselves.

"He's a dog. He sleeps with the dogs. 'Course he stinks," the chief commented from behind Eyazen which, the wolf saw with a glance, was grinning proudly. The gnoll seemed happy with that, snorting, but it wasn't enough for Eyazen. He raised his paw up and sniffed himself, but he couldn't detect anything different from the usual.

"What does that mean? What're you talking ab-" Eyazen started asking, but he got a slap to the back of his head to interrupt him alongside a growl from the chief.

"Dogs don't talk," the leader said in a cautioning tone. The wolf mage definitely wasn't satisfied. Something was wrong, the paint still tingled at his back over his skin and he couldn't piece together what was it. He felt it was better to obey and stay silent for now, though.

The gnoll, however, seemed happy to keep having his way. The wolf took a step back, but he followed with his stinky nose still shoved in his neck, sniffing. The gnoll hunter's hands were both over his body now, one over his chest, feeling his fur, the other down at his crotch, much to Eyazen's embarrassment, toying with his cage.

"There's somethin'... Hmmgh... I like it," the gnoll continued. Another step back from the wolf and he found himself bumping on the larger, grinning gnoll chief and yet the hunter wasn't letting go of him. One of the other hunters with darker fur but the same skinny build from his fellow stepped forward as well, sniffing the air in his direction curiously. Eyazen saw with clarity the moment he picked something up, for his ears perked up and he came forward to press his nose on the other side of the wolf's neck. Within seconds, he looked as interested as the first one in whatever they were smelling in him, but as he got too close, a growl from the first gnoll fondling him came.

"Back off, he's mine first," the first hunter warned, but the second just growled as well.

"Screw you, I caught the deer, I deserve the dog first!"

Both gnolls growled at each other, showing teeth, yet they wouldn't take their muzzles away from the wolf's neck to stop sniffing. The wolf's tail tucked itself between his legs, having two gnolls full of sharp teeth growling right at his throat. Lucky for him, the chief's big hands came to push them both away with his own growl.

"Boys, boys. There's no need for fighting. There's enough dog for everyone. You can use him as much as you want," the chief said soothing them, but now that they'd stepped back Eyazen noticed for the first time that they were both, well, hard. And not just hard, the first one which had been sniffing and touching him for longer was rock hard with his dark pink, hyena shaped cock lifting his loincloth to the side. The second one was slightly less so, but his member was also fully visible underneath his lifted loincloth that had no chance in covering something like that. "The dog wants to serve all of you, isn't that right, mutt?"

One glance back at the chief and meeting that warning glare had Eyazen's own ears well lowered by itself. The wolf just lowered his head.

"...Yes," he muttered, even though that was just about the last thing he wanted. It wasn't the first time he was being forced to interact with the gnolls in a sexual way. Usually his 'duties' of the day involved satisfying one or two of them for them to get some 'relief'. Eyazen had seen plenty of interaction between the gnolls themselves, too, which he always prayed for so that it relieved him from the effort. Even though the wolf was also very much interested in males, these were definitely not the examples of males he would ever want to be with. They were rough, they smelled terrible and, most of all, Eyazen's chastity cage was always on. Even though the wolf didn't want to show any pleasure towards what they did to him, sometimes it was simply inevitable. A physical reaction. And yet all he could do was feel his member straining against the hard steel of his cage without getting any sort of relief himself.

As difficult as most gnolls were to tell apart from each other, he had counted something close to ten gnolls forming this little tribe and they were all males. He remembered reading somewhere that the females were usually separated until their heat period striked and then they'd seek the males themselves... or something like that. Without females around it was no wonder they fooled around with themselves, especially as savage and rough as most of them were. Never before he'd had gnolls fighting to be with him, however. Usually it took the chief bringing him forth and leading the other gnolls on for them to get the idea of doing anything to him.

Eyazen's eyes went back to the chief. He was by far the most dangerous one. He was grinning again, and that couldn't possibly mean anything good. Eyazen realized he was right away when, all of a sudden, a kick to the back of his knees forced him to fall forward and kneel with a yelp, and then the big gnoll's paw was already over his head, forcing it down to bring him to an all fours position while he held the scruff of the wolf's neck. Eyazen grunted and looked back, still letting out a small growl of his own.

"Ow!" Eyazen complained over the roughness of it all, but as he looked forward, the sight of both aroused gnolls standing in front of him from below was an intimidating one.

"Quiet, dog. From now on, if I hear a single word from you, you're getting punished."

Both cocks right there, fully hard above their dangling, furry balls. The two gnolls were grinning now. The first one licked his lips and pulled his loincloth away, snapping it, to stand naked save for the small shoulder piece of armor strapped across his chest. The second gnoll was quick to do the same, following his partner.

Eyazen knew from experience that the chief meant what he said, so he forced his muzzle to stay shut no matter how much he wanted to protest his position. All he could do was lower his ears. The chief's other paw that wasn't holding him down by the scruff passed over his back, then Eyazen felt the light tingle from the runes painted over his fur getting stronger, turning into something close to an itch, and the wolf didn't even have to wonder what that meant, for he saw the reactions happening instantly. Both gnolls were suddenly sniffing the air in his direction, eyes locked at him with even more interest and even the third gnoll who so far had been fine with just watching perked his ears up and started sniffing from several feet away.

The wolf tried sniffing the air himself, but he still couldn't feel anything in particular. All he could smell was musk, honestly. The faint musky scent of the chief gnoll kneeling behind him mixed with the scents of those two in front of them. Their fur was still glistening with sweat after a whole day of hunting in the sun, everything matted and dirty, turning their natural scents into a masculine swirl of odors for a sensitive nose like the wolf's. It made him frown reflexively.

"Dig in, boys! Free use of 'is tongue, but this side's mine..." The gnoll chief said, much to Eyazen's despair. The two gnolls didn't waste a second. They both advanced towards him at once, growling with lust, and shoved their balls in Eyazen's face. The faint, general musk the wolf was getting before was absolutely nothing compared to what assaulted his nose when he felt the sweaty, short fur of one of the hunter's nuts touching it. Eyazen gagged for a moment to the sheer potency of it and coughed once, his nose picking up every single bit of the salty, pungent smell of days of hunting and no baths at all. The wolf turned his muzzle away at once, of course.

"Ungnhh..! I can't, it's too much!" The wolf complained, but that brought a threatening growl from the chief gnoll behind him. It all happened pretty fast. He felt a hand going down and around him, a grasp on his nuts and then a hard squeeze. Eyazen gasped with sudden pain shooting out from his gripped balls and let out a whimper.

"What did I say about talking?" The chief growled his question. "Get your nose in those balls an' give 'em a lick as an apology!" The orders were loud and clear and, to make his point, the gnoll actually tightened the grasp he had on the wolf's balls. With the pain coursing through him, the wolf could barely think, so he just did what he could and desperately obeyed. He shoved his nose right between the hefty sack of the gnoll on his right and instantly felt the musk assaulting him like never before. The wolf had to force himself to get his tongue out, letting it touch the underside of the gnoll's balls. Over the texture of the light fur, he could actually taste the salty sweat turned into a deep level of male muskiness that beat anything he'd ever tasted before. The strong, pungent taste stuck to his tongue, but it seemed to satisfy the gnolls, who laughed above him, followed by the chief finally easing the grasp over his balls. His paw was still there, however, so Eyazen didn't dare retreat his nose, as much as he wanted to.

"Now lick me!" The other gnoll said, and Eyazen just looked up at him with pleading eyes. The wolf hesitated, but the chief promptly gave his balls a warning squeeze that left him with little choice. The wolf turned towards the other pair of nuts shoved against his face and, again, placed his nose right against it, far too close. He could tell all the subtle differences between both males, but the essence, the musk, the strength of the scent was the same. It almost too much for him to bear. Again, he forced himself to give the gnoll just one quick lick, but it was enough to make him frown deeply. The wolf was still recovering from that when a paw came to his head, forcing his nose to actually rub against those balls instead of taking the light pace he was following.

"C'mon! Show some enthusiasm! I want you to LICK!" It was the gnoll himself forcing him against his balls, this one apparently quite impatient. Eyazen grunted heavily, feeling the wetness of sweat covering his nose and muzzle as it got rubbed against the gnoll's crotch, the smell lingering alongside it. The wolf had no choice but to use his tongue again, starting to lap those balls one lick at a time and only then satisfying the gnoll, who kept his paw right there, gripping between his ears, but no restraining himself from forcing the wolf him into it. He tried to keep his licking always to the same place so that at least he'd stick to what he'd cleaned with his own tongue, but the gnoll wasn't having it. He kept moving around, making sure the wolf's tongue was below his sack at first, then on top of it, then between his balls and his thighs... and the musk just got worse and worse.

"Oh yeah, good dog," the gnoll said. Judging by the chuckling, the chief approved. The big gnoll's hand left his balls, much to his relief, but that was very short-lived. He went up to start feeling the wolf's rump instead, paw creeping closer and closer to his tailhole. Eyazen felt why quite soon, something hard brushing against the back of his thigh. The wolf whimpered, glancing back over his shoulder even as he was forced to keep licking, tasting that deep musk.

A finger coming to his tailhole soon cleared any doubts or hope that the wolf had about what was going to happen. It was wet with what he assumed from experience was spit and, without any ceremony or care, was simply inserted into his tailhole, feeling around and spreading the 'lube'. The process repeated itself a few more times, making Eyazen grunt, that being the only form of complaint he was allowed. It did cause him to stop lapping to really look back, fearful of the big gnoll. He'd never been fucked by him before and he was considerably larger than the others. All that earned him was a slap to the back of his head, however, with his muzzle being shoved in the gnoll's balls again.

"My turn now!" The other gnoll growled, pushing the wolf's muzzle towards his balls instead. The intensity of the sheer male musk hit Eyazen all over again with a new pair of unkempt balls for him to sniff. The smell was different, yet it was still the same. The wolf hesitated at first, but soon those paws rubbed, pressed and forced his muzzle onto those nuts until he started licking again. He felt like he'd never taste anything but sweat and musk again.

The gnoll he'd been licking before didn't seem to appreciate the lack of attention, but he contented himself with rubbing his hard cock against the side of Eyazen's muzzle instead. It was dripping precum from the licking attention those balls were getting before, which was now being smeared all over the fur of the wolf's muzzle, much to his distaste. Eyazen could do nothing but frown, whimper and keep up his slow licking.

The chief was taking his sweet time in teasing the wolf. That finger kept coming to his tailhole with more and more spit, but it lingered inside way more than it had to, poking around, twisting, sometimes going deep just to make the canine jump and groan. What was perhaps the worst part was that it was actually starting to affect Eyazen. He didn't want it, but he couldn't help but feel his member start pressing against his cage. Against his damned cage that had kept him pent up and lacking any sort of pleasure himself during all the times he'd been subjected to such things. Even though he was being forced to lick and clean a gnoll's musky, sweaty balls, the fingering he was receiving simply did its job. After a while, it became clear that that was part of the chief's intention, for his paw went down to roughly grab and feel Eyazen's cage, followed by a pleased chuckle while those clawed fingers poked and teased his straining member.

The whole thing made Eyazen's muzzle get red with embarrassment. He didn't want to get hard in a place like that! For these gnolls! And yet, he couldn't be helped. The gnolls in front of him shifted again, the one whose balls he was licking taking some pleasure in rubbing his cock as well against Eyazen's muzzle fur.

"C'mon, doggie. You're doin' a good job with the cleaning!" The gnoll readjusted himself so that the base of his cock was rubbing against Eyazen's nose. The musky smell was so strong that the wolf felt a little dizzy. "Go on, clean my sheath! Use that flexible doggie tongue o' yours!"

The orders made Eyazen shudder and whimper. He took his tongue out, but only to lick the base of that cock. That alone was hard and musky enough. Another quick slap from the chief behind him quickly made him grunt again, though.

"You heard 'im! Try your best, dog," the chief barked, making Eyazen's heart sink.

Having little choice in the matter, the wolf pressed his nose against the base of the beastman's cock only so that he could press his tongue into that sheath. Its furry edge felt musky, a myriad of tastes he didn't want to think about while he kept forcing himself to lap and press into it again and again.

By the amount of pre Eyazen felt smeared against the back of his thighs, the chief was obviously enjoying the sight very much. The gnoll's cock was harder than ever and, though the wolf couldn't look back to see it without getting slapped and scolded, he could only imagine its size. So far, he had dared hope that the obvious would not happen, but when he felt that member rubbing against his ass, the big gnoll repositioning himself behind him and then that pre-soaked tip rubbing right against his tailhole, his hopes got crushed.

"Don't stop cleanin'," the chief ordered with a growl. Both gnolls laughed, the one not getting any treatment starting to stroke his cock right against the wolf's muzzle with every drop of pre that came out getting smeared across his fur. Eyazen thought about pleading. He was trying to come up with an excuse, maybe say the chief was too big, that it wouldn't fit, offering to suck the chief's cock instead, anything.

Eyazen knew none of those would work. He was a smart wolf, he'd been around the gnoll enough to know that. He didn't have any more time to ponder over it, since the chief wasn't exactly the type to get into foreplay. A growl was all the warning the wolf got before he felt the wet tip of the gnoll's cock pressing against his entrance, demanding it to give in. The wolf grit his teeth, ears folding back. He wanted to get away, but he had no chance, no choice. The gnoll wasn't gentle, he forced his way in until, with a grunt from Eyazen, he got what he wanted, and then he kept pushing. The wolf was right, the gnoll's cock was at least too big to be comfortable. As it went inside, too fast, too roughly, all he could hear was the big gnoll growling against his ears with an occasional grunt of pleasure.

"Chief said to keep cleanin'!" The gnoll in front of him scolded him, giving the back of his head another slap. Despite his grunting, Eyazen had to force himself to continue. The cock going into him wasn't nearly lubed enough and he found himself wishing there'd be more spit. With a considerable length already inside him, the chief finally stopped and the big gnoll's broad, rough tongue came to lick the back of the wolf's neck in what could almost be mistaken for an affectionate move, but to Eyazen it felt just... feral. He could feel the gnoll's hot breath on the back of his neck, hear his heavy breathing. The wolf was grateful for the break, however, as it allowed some of the initial pain to subside, even if having a huge gnoll with his cock inside him was both uncomfortable and humiliating.

Eyazen was focusing on keeping himself lapping at the musky gnoll's cock and sheath when he felt that big, clawed paw come down to feel his cage again. The wolf shuddered but this time, due to the experience, his member had retracted a little.

"Mm. Isn't the dog enjoyin' the honor of getting mated?" The chief asked, right to his ear with a growl. Eyazen knew it was a trap. He wasn't supposed to answer, so he just licked faster to show he was complying, which brought a groan from the gnoll who was getting his sheath and balls cleaned, as well as a strand of pre from his cock that fell right over the bridge of his muzzle. The chief just snorted.

"You," the big gnoll said, pointing to the gnoll who was standing in the back, away from the action but sporting an obvious erection underneath his loincloth. "Omega, get here," the gnoll ordered, to which the gnoll was quick to comply. "Under him. Lick." The orders were simply and dry, but the gnoll understood them, since he just knelt next to Eyazen on all fours, laid down on the floor and then forced the wolf to lift his paws so that he could get underneath him, belly up, in a what was roughly a sixty nine position. The wolf looked down to see this new gnoll's member also fully hard and he dreaded having to clean a third musky set of balls and sheath. That's what he expected, to be honest, since the chief's orders had been vague at best, but that wasn't what he got.

A long, surprised moan came from the wolf. Another from the chief followed right afterwards, for he couldn't help but clench down on that cock lodged inside him when the gnoll underneath him started to lick his caged sheath. Eyazen's ears went down, the warm tongue intentionally going from the tip of his sheath all the way down to his balls and showing no restraint, no hesitance. The wolf's highly needy member was soon pushing against its metal confines, trying to get as hard as it was supposed to, but to no avail. The cage was there and the key was not. Yet, with his member pushing against the small steel bars that composed its prison, the gnoll's tongue attacked it as well, pressing that soft, canine-like tongue in just enough for it to caress his cock. The wolf felt himself starting to leak remarkably fast, and yet he could do nothing but moan and whimper desperately.

One of the gnolls in front of him pulled his head to the side to direct him to switch sheaths again. Eyazen did so, forcing himself to lap at them again, but the wolf was now trembling. The pleasure was so great! But so was the discomfort of his member pressing against the steel. Soon, satisfied with the new setup, a third thing came to take the wolf's focus away from his job. The gnoll started to retreat his cock, causing Eyazen to grunt, only to shove it back inside when it was almost out. It was too big! The movement repeated itself, the wolf realizing that the gnoll was tired of waiting and eager to get fucking, so that's what he was doing.

The other gnolls saw that as some sort of allowance for them to start getting off as well. The one had been jerking off right against the wolf's muzzle started going at it faster, while at the same time rubbing his dripping cock back and forth against the side of his face, making Eyazen frown in disgust. The one he was 'serving' never let go. He put a paw on the wolf's furry mane to keep his head straight and wouldn't let Eyazen retreat not even an inch from his musky balls. The smell was hard to bear and whenever Eyazen stopped licking, even if it was just to grunt or moan, the grip would get stronger and the gnoll would give it a small jerk to signal he was being bad. He too started stroking his cock right above the wolf's tending muzzle, those drops of precum falling near Eyazen's eyes.

And finally, the gnoll underneath him was stroking his own member, though he seemed to do it a bit slower and with less eagerness than the others. What motivation he lacked there, however, he made up for in his relentless licking. Eyazen could swear he had never felt such a good tongue against his member, though it was probably the full month of pent-up seed talking to judge that. It never stopped, never ceased. The wolf was fully aware he was leaking precum, and a lot of it, but the gnoll just happily lapped everything up and kept licking, much to the wolf's frustration.

He'd give anything for the key to his cage. Despite his terrible situation getting raped by a bunch of savage, dirty gnolls out in the open, the wolf was just desperate for release. The big gnoll fucking him was getting more and more into it and now, after being spread and well lubed by the gnoll's own precum, much of the initial pain had given way to pleasure. He felt that big cock pressing against all the spots inside him that made his member throb and pulse, trying even harder to, well, get hard, but never able to succeed.

Both gnolls in front of Eyazen were rising up to their boss' rhythm, their paws were stroking their members faster and they were almost pushing each other to see who would shove their balls into the wolf's licking face. The strong musk was still there, overwhelming, mixed in with the scents of arousal and malehood. The wolf's nose felt like it was burning from the sheer potency of the scents, his tongue salty with ball sweat, and yet he had to keep licking even while he was being fucked, even while he was crazy horny and still caged.

The wolf could tell the big gnoll was getting close. The fucking was getting faster, rougher, the growling increasing. He could feel that big cock sliding in and out of him, making him sink his claws on the ground from the intensity of it. If that wasn't enough of a tell, the big gnoll's teeth coming to sink in the back of his neck were. The wolf whimpered out of instinct when he got a mating bite which, thanks to the thick fur of his scruff, didn't let the teeth sink into his skin, but it still made the wolf feel all the more vulnerable. He felt like a true bitch being mated by a bigger, stronger male.

And yet, despite the high humiliation of it all and the deeply disgusting amount of musk he was forced endure, he still couldn't think of anything else other than getting his cage out. If only he could have his magic, at that moment, he was ashamed to admit that he wouldn't use it to escape, but instead to find a way to burst that cage out of him just so he could get hard. Just so he could feel that marvelous tongue against his cock instead of through the bars of his damned, cursed cage that kept his shaft away.

The growling, muffled by the bite, increased. Every thrust from the gnoll chief went deep into him, so he was obviously very close. The wolf could barely focus on licking anymore, the stimulation too intense, he could only grit his teeth with grunts and groans. To his surprise, however, the first one to burst was the hunter at his left. The gnoll pointed his cock right towards Eyazen and let out a long, satisfied moan with his tongue hanging out of his muzzle like a happy dog. Thick strands of cum came to hit Eyazen straight in his face, forcing him to close his eyes so that he wouldn't get cum in them. He felt his fur getting soaked in the sticky substance, felt it dripping down his muzzle slowly where it was thicker and even while the gnoll pumped his cock for the last drops of spunk to come out, he didn't withdraw his musky balls from the wolf's face.

Eyazen was just whimpering in disgust from that experience when he felt a harder thrust, the chief sinking his cock all the way into him, going deep and making him tremble with how big that cock felt. That was quickly followed by warmth spreading on his insides alongside muffled sounds that, if he didn't know better, he would say it was a feral doing. Eyazen could feel every pulse of that member inside him as it released its seed right there. For some reason, that felt much more humiliating than getting it to his face, making the wolf's ears drop and his muzzle to feel hot in embarrassment. The chief's orgasm was slowly reduced to heavy panting through the bite he still kept and his shaft did not retreat immediately, only moved ever so slightly. The gnoll was adamant in milking every drop of cum from himself right into the wolf.

There was hardly any time to process any of that. The third one grunted, stroking his member with fury and growling an "Open up" that Eyazen didn't understand at first, but when the tip of that dripping cock was pushed down to press right against his lips, smearing precum on them, he did. The wolf shook his head, but the gnoll that had already finished was kind enough to use his paws to pry the wolf's muzzle open so that half of the gnoll's member could get inside. It was just in time, too, because a few more pumps had the gnoll cumming with his cock right over the wolf's tongue while he pretty much howled in pleasure.

Eyazen choked, the first shots going straight to his throat, but the gnoll kept holding his muzzle so that he couldn't close it, couldn't retreat. He felt the warm cum pooling right over his tongue, the salty taste assaulting his taste buds and making his eyes water. In the end, he let a lot of it drool down the sides of his muzzle, but the thick of it ended up being swallowed with a deep frown. Both gnolls laughed at the expressions he made, the one cumming withdrawing his cock to let the last weak spurts come right over his nose, while the other finally let go of his muzzle.

By then the wolf had pretty much forgot about the gnoll underneath him. He certainly hadn't forgotten his tongue that never ceased to torment and pleasure him at once by lapping at his cage, but he had forgotten that the gnoll was stroking himself vehemently as well. It was only when he looked down to spit some cum out of his muzzle that he saw it. The gnoll underneath seemed to be waiting for the others, because now, after all three had had their fills, his stroking was strong and firm, so it took no time for him to erupt as well.

Some of his seed reached Eyazen's neck. He tried to retreat, but the big gnoll above him was still hilted inside him and growled when he did. Most of the gnoll's cum ended up above his own stomach fur and length, though, which was a relief. At first.

"Lick up the omega, dog. Clean him up," the chief ordered, finally letting go of his mating bite. The hunters in front of him laughed at that, but they stood up, gave Eyazen a few degrading pats and some dog compliments and walked away.

The 'omega' underneath him wagged his tail. Eyazen had little choice but to lower his head and push his tongue out. Gnoll cum tasted different, like... saltier, akin to a feral's and Eyazen didn't like it at all, but all he could do was slowly lap it up from the matted, dirty fur of the beastman below him. The gnoll, however, in response to the licking, resumed his own licking with renewed enthusiasm, much to Eyazen's despair. The wolf whimpered in frustration, pretty much humping against that wonderful, warm tongue that kept sneaking into the openings of his cage to reach his straining, desperate member. A full month pent-up and now all of the stimulation he was getting was driving the wolf crazy. He could barely focus on licking the cum up. He was trying, but his legs were trembling with desire.

The chief, still hilted inside the wolf, laughed. Eyazen didn't understand it at first, but he did when he felt that big cock inside him move, even if just a little bit alongside a big paw coming to fondle and massage the wolf's full balls. The touching was rough, yet so very pleasurable. The big member inside him twitched and moved just a little, still kept hard and, in return, making Eyazen clench involuntarily around it. Making him feel it. The cock pressing against all of his points only made the need that much worse. The wolf squirmed in despair. That tongue never relented, never stopped! He could feel his pleasure building up and he was sure he would have orgasmed ten times over already if only he could get past that cage. The wolf's pink member hurt, taking up all the space inside the tight little cage it could and unable to go further.

Nevertheless, Eyazen just spread his legs and started moaning. It was too much pleasure, too much frustrated pleasure to handle! With the licking still going, the fondling, the penetration... Eyazen felt himself going over. Only twice in his life before had he managed to cum while inside his cage and only in extreme cases like this. The wolf's whole body trembled, his member straining to get hard more than ever now, his knot inflating a little still inside his sheath. It was extremely uncomfortable, but at the same time, the wolf felt the pleasure he so desperately seeked rising through him. Peaking! His cock throbbed inside his cage weakly...

"That's good enough," the chief announced. The gnoll underneath him stopped lapping at once, satisfied and even the fondling over his balls stopped. The wolf's eyes go wide, a whimper of despair coming out, but it was too late. He reached down to his cage with a paw, desperate to get more pleasure out of the incredibly frustrating experience, but the gnoll's paw caught his wrist firmly before it could get there, pulling it up and twisting it behind his back. Eyazen fell with his chin right over the omega gnoll's belly with a groan while, at the same time, his trapped cock started spurting weak jets of cum even through his cage.

A myriad of sensations went through the wolf, having an intense orgasm even through his cage due to overstimulation, but it didn't feel nearly as pleasurable as it should be after so long. He felt himself unloading, felt a small bit of relief over his full balls, but the pleasure that should be overwhelming him, that he still so desperately seeked wasn't quite there. His member was still always so desperately trying to grow through the steel with jet after jet of wolf cum matting the fur of the gnoll underneath him. It died down as quickly as it began. The jets started dwindling, then faded altogether and through it all, Eyazen whined with frustration. He had cummed, but his member was still just wanting to grow, his balls still felt needy and, though there had been some pleasure through it, the lack of proper stimulation made it so that there wasn't nearly enough to get even close to what he craved. It still left the wolf panting, resting his head against the gnoll's dirty, but at least soft fur. A slap soon came to his head, however.

"The fuck do you think you're doing? Slackin'? You're a special type o' nasty to cum even through that cage! Guess you really liked serving the boys, huh?" The chief had a distinct amusement to his voice that, in turn, made Eyazen's muzzle hot with embarrassment. The wolf got yanked up by his scruff, however, forced to get back on all fours over the lying gnoll underneath him.

"You've got more cum to clean now, dog," the chief said, pointing down at the mess Eyazen himself had made over the gnoll's dirty fur. "Get cleanin'"

The wolf could only obey. There was quite a bit of cum to lap up, but the gnoll under him seemed content to just lay down and enjoy a tongue cleaning his fur while the chief finally withdrew his big member from the wolf, bringing out a grunt from Eyazen again and more shame when he felt that cum slowly sliding down his now empty tailhole. The chief came up to stand in front of Eyazen, who just kept his head low, lapping the cum up dutifully.

"Good dog," the big gnoll cooed. "You two!" He pointed towards the hunters from before, who were seating on a nearby rock watching everything and laughing among themselves. "Get to skinning today's game, you lazy bastards. One o' you go to the altar an' fetch my paint." The gnolls grunted towards the barked orders, but they didn't hesitate to obey.

There was a lot of cum for Eyazen to lap up. Turns out his load had been bigger than he expected. It certainly hadn't felt that big. The gnoll's fur gave the already salty a cum a specially bad flavor and, in the end, he felt like he was giving the gnoll a freaking tongue bath. The beastman's whole chest was gleaming with the wolf's saliva, clearly cleaner than the rest of the fur, but no matter how much Eyazen lapped and lapped, there was always a hint of musk and sweat for him to taste alongside the cum. Sometimes it was so intense he had to stop to cough a little, but every time he did he got a warning glance from the bigger gnoll overlooking his job. All the wolf could do was lower his ears and force himself to continue.

The hunter soon returned with the bowl containing the chief's black paint. Eyazen observed the gnoll grinning, taking some of the sticky paint onto his clawed finger and sniffing at it. Even the hunter stayed, curious to its purposes, and the chief kneeled right in front of the wolf. He lowered his head to keep licking to avoid that gaze, but a quick order and growl from the chief and the gnoll under the wolf moved away and stood up as well with his ears down.

"I have a last small surprise for you," the chief said and Eyazen's ears went right down. The runes on his back were still tingling with the same intensity they'd been before, what else could the chief do?

His answer came soon. Dipping his clawed finger into the special black paint again, the gnoll added a stroke or two to his back, but then came a last stroke right over the wolf's nose. That, too, was kind of hidden due to the black for on the bridge of his muzzle. Eyazen's nose wrinked. He could smell the chief's cum. There was no doubt that's what was in the paint now, the same cum that Eyazen felt dripping down the back of his thighs at that same moment, but the smell of cum didn't last long.

The small pint over his muzzle started tingling as well and then that smell turned... into something else. The wolf's ears perked up, his eyes went wide. He couldn't quite place it. It smelled.. it smelled like heat. Like the most arousing scent he had ever felt. It made his member, who was just barely starting to retreat after being beaten by his cage, to spring to full life again in a matter of seconds, only to be barred by steel again. Eyazen, smart as he was, quickly realized that that must have been the smell the gnolls were getting. His paws came up to his muzzle. Eyazen rubbed the tingling part, trying to clean it away, but just like before, it was useless. Nothing happened, nothing changed, and the smell was still there, making him groan with the need to fuck something, the pitiful orgasm he had had meaning nothing. He wanted to at least get hard! The gnolls watching all of that just laughed.

"Help me get this horny dog back to his kennel," the chief ordered, then he threw the rest of his paint away and nodded to both the hunter and the omega. The big gnoll didn't truly need any help, but he shoved the clay bowl for the omega to carry and hooked a claw on Eyazen's collar, pulling the wolf up and practically dragging him back into the caved with the other two snickering behind.

The gnoll dragged him back to the warg pens and, stopping right at the middle, attached the chain back to his collar. He made sure it was firm, but Eyazen was barely paying much attention. His paw still rubbed his nose, trying to get rid of the smell since it was driving him crazy. His cock was still straining against his cage, the smell touching something primal. It made him want to grab onto anything and just fuck and knot it. Anything at all! Distracted as he was, he missed how the three gnolls were talking with each other, how the chief had settled the empty bowl on the floor and how all three of them were pushing their loincloths to the side to aim their sheaths towards it.

The heavy smell of urine did get the wolf's attention. All three of them pissed into the bowl on the floor, right in front of the chained wolf, who could just sit there and watch it get filled to the brim and then overflow with piss, staining the ground around it. Eyazen watched it confused, but as soon as the chief was done he was kind enough to kneel right by the wolf and explain it.

"See that? That's the dog's water bowl," he said, paw moving to the retreating wolf's scruff to hold him in place.

"W-what? I'm not going to dr-" Eyazen started, but the chief interrupted him with a loud growl that echoed through the caves while, at the same time, pulling the wolf closer to his sharp teeth on full display.

"I said dogs don't talk!" The gnoll pretty much shouted, droplets of spit hitting the fearful wolf's muzzle. Even the two gnolls nearby took a few steps back. The chief gnoll stared right at him for a few seconds, but then slowly calmed down.

"...Yes, you are going to drink it. You're goin' to fucking drink all of it like the dog you are. We'll be back with the food after we eat and I'm warnin' you, I better find that bowl completely empty. Completely empty and I better not think you spilled it." The look the big gnoll gave the wolf while he growled his orders made Eyazen have absolutely no choice but to nod.

"Good dog, that's better," the gnoll said, a smirk returning to his face. "Have a taste."

Eyazen's eyes went wide when the paw holding his scruff guided his head towards the bowl in one quick movement. The wolf pulled back, but it was no use. The gnoll's other paw came to the back of his head to push his muzzle into the piss-filled bowl, sinking his snout into it. Some of it spilled down the sides, a little more when Eyazen struggled to pull back. He felt the gnoll piss warm and fresh, felt it getting into his nose and some of it into his muzzle even with his efforts to keep it closed. He couldn't breath with his muzzle sunk into the bowl, all he could do was hear the gnolls laughing while he squirmed and struggled. Finally, the chief let go of him, allowing him to retreat and gasp for breath, but with piss running down his neck.

"Fun dog," the chief commented, still chuckling. "We'll be back in a few hours for more," he said, nodding to the other gnolls and turning around to walk away. "Oh! Wanna hear another fun thing? That paint works for all sorts of canines," the chief added jumping over the fence to head down back into the caves. Eyazen pondered over the meaning of his words for a few moments, but now with the gnolls gone, he was quick to notice the three big wargs coming towards him, noses making heavy sniffing sounds in his direction and hard cocks already dangling between their legs. The tingling over his back was still there, the smell of piss wasn't enough to suppress the paint over his nose either, and all the wolf could do was let his ears sink down.