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Denied Pleasure

"Two... Four... Four... Nine..."

The combination lock clicked, becoming loose in Ravage's paws. There was tape across the metal, still holding it closed - it had been put there right after locking, seven days ago. The Zoroark cut it with one large, red claw, and pulled the lock from the cage. Then, slowly, he reached up and grasped the warm metal.

He looked over to his left. The Ninetales was facing away from him, but even from here he could sense the steadfast expression, the control. Even the fox's sleek body barely moved.

Hmph. All a front, he'd come to know...

Still slowly, deliberately teasingly, Ravage pulled away the metal cage. It clinked in his grasp, and he stared as he freed the Ninetales' sheath from its week-long imprisonment. To his left, Ravage heard a slow exhale of breath. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he commented rhetorically, pushing himself to his feet and walking over to his desk with the cage. The Ninetales' scent wafted through the warm air of Ravage's windowless bedroom. "A whole week, not even allowed to get hard. Denied that one, simple pleasure..."

He turned, looking his pet in the eyes. Firenze was large for a Ninetales - Ravage was only just taller than him while they were both standing, which was suitably impressive for someone on four legs. And yet, Ravage mused to himself, the collar is around _his_neck...

"Now... what was the agreement, again?" Ravage asked, walking to sit down on his bed, next to the Ninetales. "Wear the cage for a week - a tough challenge, especially here..." he commented, waving a paw around. "And, if you managed a set of glowing customer reports, then I'd let you have some relief at the end of it." He paused, staring forwards at the sheath hanging below the larger Pokémon. It was already beginning to bulge visibly. "I suppose you got a... different kind of customer this past week, didn't you...?"

Firenze nodded. The Ninetales gave his body a little shake, adjusting to the new freedom - but not meeting the Zoroark's gaze.

Ravage smirked, and leant back, lifting up his legs. From this position, he could grasp that golden-furred sheath with his feet - the moment he did so, Firenze gave a jerk and a muffled grunt, pressing his hips against the Zoroark's hind paws. Warmth radiated from it.

"What they've said has been... well..." he started, and reached over to his desk, grabbing a tablet. His claws tapped at the scratched screen, making it flare into life. He scrolled down through the text that was already there, waiting, just for this. He began to quote.

"'Waiter was amazing. Very eager to please - and damn, if that tongue doesn't do the trick. Five stars.'" Ravage tapped the screen again. As he read, he moved his paws across the Ninetales' sheath, pressing against it, massaging it. Already, he could feel the intense heat of the fox's ebony-black cock between them, the hot pre soaking into the fur. He moved onto the next one.

"'Firenze was an obedient slut. I don't go for the bigger type, but was recommended this one by the Typhlosion at the bar. He obeyed every instruction to the letter with only... minimal hesitation.'" Ravage slowed his paws. He could hear the Ninetales gasp, the shaft sliding out quickly now, beginning to bulge in his paws. He gave another inward smirk. "'Ten out of ten. Would definitely return.'"

He scrolled down again. Firenze gave another mute gasp as Ravage resumed working his paws along that gently throbbing shaft.

"'Wish now I'd had him longer. Took all of me into his mouth, and that's a lot! Not many can handle someone like me. Even my girlfriend can't do that!' ...hm." Ravage paused, glancing over. "Was he all that big?"

Firenze shook his head, a smile flickering across the Ninetales' muzzle.

Ravage gave a short chuckle. "Hm. One of those customers. Still, he gave you top marks..." His paws pressed down on the vulpine's shaft, feeling a slight bulging in the sheath as the knot began to swell beneath the fur.

"Well, he did..." Ravage said, leaving the implication to hang in the air for a while. Slowly, he swiped across the screen, and began to read out the text that appeared there.

"'The Ninetales was very useful and talented, and I had a lot of fun with him, though he did once move as if to mount me...'"

Firenze was staying still again, his chest rising and falling slowly. His panting was audible. Ravage scrolled down, keeping his expression set.

"'Great fun, but he admitted to wanting to fuck me. Pets like him should know their place. I recommend stern punishment...'"

Ravage stopped, and put the pad aside. He kept his hindpaws still, feeling the throbbing of the Ninetales' cock between them. "You're a lucky pet, you know? You see, I'm lenient. Evidently, not everyone would be. I'm not going to punish you." He paused, watching the Ninetales' reaction. "Say thank you."

"Thank you..." Firenze replied, the words run together in the breathlessness of being teased.

"Good boy. No, not a punishment, not yet anyway. All good pets should have an opportunity to redeem themselves." He relinquished Firenze's cock from his grasp, sitting up, and taking something from the table next to him - a thick rubber cylinder, hollow and open at both ends, barely any room inside. He toyed with it around one claw, before looking back at Firenze's shaft.

Quickly, confidently, the Zoroark leaned forwards. He pushed the rubber over Firenze's tip, working it up the pulsating black flesh. Firenze groaned, bucking his hips, but Ravage put on paw on the Ninetales' thigh and dug his claws into the fur to keep him in place. The vulpine's knot had not yet swollen significantly, and Ravage shoved the band around it roughly, stretching it over those twin growing orbs.

Firenze grunted again as Ravage let go, inspecting his handiwork. The Ninetales' cock was out, hanging there, throbbing gently and glistening with pre. The knot however, unswollen as it was, was trapped in the band - prevented from growing any larger.

"That should keep you out of trouble. You should know how this chastity band works by now, of course. The knot's prevented from swelling to its full size, and as a result, you can't orgasm. In the meantime, it should keep you nice and hard, for... oh... let's say twenty four hours..."

Firenze jolted. "Twenty fou...!"

"Alright then. Twenty five hours," he said, as if granting a favour. Firenze opening his mouth again, head turned slightly, and Ravage watched him silently. After a moment, the Ninetales closed his mouth and turned away without another word. The edge of Ravage's mouth curled slowly.

The Zoroark sat back, putting his feet up on the Ninetales' hindquarters. "Twenty five more hours, pet. Oh, and don't worry about how safe it is, I've looked into it. Fuck... remember Bohemian? I had him in this thing for twice that long." He rolled his head back, smiling. "Twenty five hours to get an absolutely glowing report. That's no mounting, no undue clawing, no attempts at domination of any kind... and certainly none of those psychic powers of yours."

Ravage tapped his claws together, staring at the ceiling, for a moment just enjoying the memories that flashed through his mind. Heh. Bohemian... now there was a very fun pet....

Eventually though, he dragged himself back to the present, and shuffled on his new footrest.

"However..."

He paused for a moment. "Remember when I said that you're lucky?" He smirked, picking up his phone from the desk. It flared into life, still displaying the last text message he'd gotten past the spidery cracks in the screen. "There's going to be someone coming who I want you to meet, someone who's rather experienced in pets. Get his approval, and I'll allow you... relief."

He re-read the message silently, and then glanced up. Firenze was watching him out of the corner of his eye, but glanced away when the Zoroark looked. Ravage removed his legs from the Ninetales' hips and sat up, inspecting his handiwork again at the Ninetales' crotch.

Firenze's shaft glinted; small jumps and jerks made the light play across the veins. That knot was well and truly trapped in that chastity band. Once again, Ravage found himself drifting off down the paths of memory...

"He'll find you. You'll know when he does."

* * *

It was evening and the atmosphere was warm, buzzing with soft music and scattered conversations. In Plaisir's lounge, customers - most in the company of a waiter - relaxed on soft blue cushions that were scattered around the carpeted floor of the large room.

Firenze padded softly past the entwined couples, each one lost in their own worlds. His tails swayed back and forth as he walked, the green apron draped across his hips waving in the gentle air currents. The late summer sun gleamed through the large windows that covered one wall, an orange sunset glowing above the forest. The last dying light of another day... though at Plaisir, it was more a herald of the night to come. The Ninetales smiled as he mused over this.

Against one wall leaned a Blaziken. Her slim body was revealed by her short feathers, and she crossed her arms over her chest as she gazed out at the entranced crowd; her posture one of someone who was trying to not take up too much space, with she held a distant expression; she didn't even see Firenze as he approached.

"Surveying your-" Firenze started, but was interrupted as the Blaziken jumped and jolted away from the wall. She raised her clawed hands at him, eyes wide -

"...Oh my goodness..." she sighed. Her body slumped, relaxing, as she sighed in relief. She clutched her chest. "Firenze, you devil, sneaking..."

"I apologise, my dear Sahbumnim." Firenze replied, lowering his head. "I shall refrain from being so smooth in the future."

She laughed shortly, leaning back against the wall, and glancing down at him.

"Surveying your audience?" Firenze asked again, still standing, looking out across the scattered clientele. Sahbumnim gave a short huff of amusement.

"It's not like I can talk to any of them..."

"And yet..." Firenze mused softly.

Sahbumnim sighed. "Yes, yes, and yet..."

"I checked at the front desk, by the way. I think you'll be getting something of a full house tonight."

The Blaziken blinked and looked back down at him. "Full house...? But... it's not even a weekend, I..."

Firenze watched her. Behind her astonishment, he could see the slight hints of pride and anticipation. He smiled. "Another bus of tourists pulled up. Don't you remember a few weeks ago? Omen said that this would happen. Good weather for holidays."

Sahbumnim tapped her claws against her side, giving a low whistling sound to herself. "I still don't understand who'd take a holiday to a whore house...."

"Understand or not, you should know enough not to complain." Firenze said with a smirk. "I'm sure you'll give 'em a good night. You're a wonderful performer."

"Thanks..." she said with a shy smile. She glanced down at him again. "I'll certainly try. I was talking to S..." she started, but trailed off as she looked up, her eyes going slightly wider. Firenze felt the presence beside him, the motion of the air currents; he frowned...

There was a rush of red fur, and then, that familiar click. The sound was undeniable at this point; a leash had just been attached to the collar around his neck, nestled in his neck fur.

"Heel." The command was short and harsh, the voice deep. In front of him, the leash's handle grasped in one large, dark red paw; the Lucario strode confidently away towards the nearest corridor. Firenze got one last glance at Sahbumnim's surprised face before the collar was pulled taut; he lurched forwards, dragged behind the newcomer.

After a while, he was finally able to get his legs working. He picked himself up, setting off at a trot. The Lucario hadn't broken his pace, and Firenze raced to catch up, eyes fixed on the leash between the two of them. He smiled warmly as the passed the Café's many function rooms.

"Good evening, Mr...?" he started, but was cut off.

"Ravage gave you to me for the night." The Lucario stated. His voice was gruff, deep, and didn't waver in the slightest. It was the voice of someone who was unused to having people question him. "Said I could have as much fun with you as I wanted."

Firenze blinked, gently biting his lip. This was the one Rav... the one his Master had been talking about. The Lucario slowed and stopped, turning to face him. "And fun is exactly what I intend to have."

The Ninetales looked him over quickly. Firenze was big for his species - taller than most Lucario normally. So it was a surprise - more than that, a shock - to see one towering over him. Firenze's head was barely level with the Lucario's chest, and he took in the spike that was there, nestled in the yellow fur - gleaming, sharp.

The Lucario himself was large in other ways, too. Muscles were definitely evident beneath the fur - where others may have been lithe and agile, this Lucario was built for nothing but strength. This only seemed to be accentuated by the markings; one both sets of paws, the Lucario's fur was a dark red that Firenze had only ever seen that on Mega-Evolutions. Over one shoulder, strap held in one of those scarlet paws, he carried a bag. From the looks of it, it was full and heavy, but otherwise gave nothing away. And, of course... he couldn't avoid looking at the sheath, nestled in the blue fur of the crotch...

Firenze tried to look up into the Lucario's eyes. He found himself unable to.

The Lucario dropped his bag, and unzipped one of the pockets, pulling out a bottle. Firenze missed the label as the bipedal canine walked behind him, still holding the leash, and pressed one paw on the back of his neck.

"Face straight forward. Do not turn to look at me." he commanded. Firenze blinked slowly, obeying, staring straight ahead as his tails were suddenly grasped.

The Ninetales resisted the yelp, merely resorting to a rather undignified squirm - but the Lucario never pulled or tugged on them. Fortunately. Instead, he merely guided them around, curling them back against the Ninetales' back, just in front of the apron across his hips. Firenze then felt the cold liquid squirt against his back fur. It prickled, as any cold liquids usually did on his fire-type body, and before he could react further the tips of his tails were pressed down against it one by one.

Eventually, the Lucario let go of his tails. Firenze, steadfastly staring forwards, tried to move them. They didn't budge from the fur on his back. The bottle from before was dangled in front of him.

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"Clever. Don't you agree?" The Lucario said. Firenze read it slowly, and gave his tails another tug. Works in seconds indeed...

"Oh, and..." he continued, and then reached out. The green apron across his hips was yanked away. Firenze shuddered as air swirled around his engorged cock, that band still there, holding it, keeping it engorged.

"There. That's much better, as I'm sure you'll agree." The Lucario commented. Firenze twitched - in this position, nothing was hidden any more. His cock hung below him, visible to all, and anyone who was to walk behind him... well, there'd be nothing to hide everything back there. He felt the warm air against his bare, unveiled tailhole.

Firenze found his words eventually. "I have to say, you're admirably enthusiastic, Mister...?"

The Lucario walked back into view slowly, tossing the apron over Firenze's shoulders casually. "Xander." he said, shortly.

"Mister Xander... I..."

"And I don't think you're going to forget that name for a long time."

Firenze paused, and then forced another smile. This was all going so fast - but he was a dignified Ninetales. He could handle it. He was sure of it.

"I have to say. Not many people have the perversity to go through with this."

"Thank you for the compliment." Xander replied with a smirk in his voice. Firenze hadn't looked up to confirm if that was indeed his expression. "And... for this compliment too." The Lucario bent down, and Firenze felt a paw on his shaft - his hips jerked, and he felt his cock jump as a mix of pleasure and pain shot through his crotch.

"Gah... w-well, if you want to continue... then I would recommend the special lounge..." he commented, giving a nod back where they had come from. "Near the main lounge, it's there for public displays just like this..." He surveyed the corridor quickly. It was empty, at least at the moment.

Xander gave a hum of thought. "No..." he said after a while. "No. I'm going to get myself a drink, and I want you to show off that lovely hole to anyone who decides to take a look. The main bar... this way, yes?"

Firenze swallowed. He smiled at Lucario; or at least, the Lucario's chest. "The special lounge has its own fully packed bar, and..."

"And no doubt plenty of people too absorbed in their own fun to properly appreciate someone like you on show." Xander finished for him, "Whereas the main bar seems a little more... well, public, I'd say." He crossed his arms slowly. "Of course, if you have a complaint about that, I could always take you back to Ravage. He's the patient type... I'm sure he'd listen, right?"

Firenze said nothing. His thoughts were moving quickly, but he kept above the clamour. He weighed the options. "The main bar, sir. Of course. Whatever the customer would like."

Xander curled one paw around the leash thoughtfully. "Hm. Seems like you are a good boy, aren't you..." he commented, and then with a forceful tug, he set off down the corridor. "Follow, then."

Firenze began to trot after him, breathing deeply, and staring at the Lucario's back. The main bar... this would be the second time he'd been paraded through there with leash and collar. The first time though, it was the small hours of the morning, to an audience of a few. Ravage had led him through there the night after Firenze had asked to be his pet. Cum matted across his face. That was hardly distinguished, but still - it had been the morning, the bar had been practically empty. But now, in was the evening...

Of course. As they turned and walked through the large double doors, the sound hit them like a wall. People were sat at every table, leaning against the walls, chatting and laughing and shouting. In one corner, a couple of human males were even engaged in a bit of singing. The air here was heavy with the sounds and smells of life, clamour and happiness, Pokémon and human alike, the entertainment of a whole host of people ready to enjoy the night ahead.

Xander lead Firenze between the tables. The Ninetales kept his gaze forwards, but his ears turned like satellite dishes, catching snippets of conversations as they passed.

"Well hey, look at that..."

"Someone looks like he's having a fun night..."

"Look at them two, they're huge... what is this, Olympus?"

"Hey, look, underneath him. Look at what he's got himself into..."

Xander found a space by the bar, and leaned over the varnished counter. Firenze almost sat down beside him, but a tug on the leash made him hesitate, and stand back up again. "Mister Xander, I..."

"Ah, Madam. Bourbon, please." Xander said to the Roselia behind the bar, who had wafted their way towards him. "Put it on my tab. Name's Xander." The Lucario turned around, glancing around the bar, leaning back against the wooden surface casually.

"You know..." he continued after a short while. "I'm surprised you haven't used the safeword yet."

Firenze opened his mouth, and then gave a short laugh. Outwardly, he wanted to maintain his appearance.

"I have been told about you, you know." Xander continued. "By Ravage, before I came here. Let me get this straight. You're his superior?"

Firenze nodded. "General supervisor and organiser for the Café, yes. I oversee all waiters here."

"Hmmm..." Xander mused. "Sounds important... oh, thanks..." he turned to pick up his drink.

"This place... they're not the subtlest place, are they? ...No, no, I'm not complaining..."

The Lucario swirled the alcohol around in his glass as he looked out across the room again. "And you're willing to show off like this? Your subordinates are watching." Xander continued, sipping the drink. Firenze gave the room a quickly glance.

"Anything for the one holding the leash."

Xander paused. "Hmmm..."

There was another drawn out silence between the two of them. Firenze's ears swivelled again. The nearby conversations had become more hushed under the Lucario's gaze, it seemed.

He bit his lip again. Despite his need to please, he did have a requirement to the ways of the Café...

"Mister Xander..." Firenze started again.

"You should have gotten it by now, you know." Xander said, talking over him. "To any of these fine, upstanding waiters, I am Mister Xander. And to me, they are Sir, or Madam, or otherwise." He took another sip. "However, the one at the end of the leash is pup, to me. And to the pup, I am...?"

Firenze paused before replying.

"Master..."

Xander nodded.

"Master, if I would suggest... I wonder if you would wish that we adjourn to a room here. It could even be my own, if you wish. Drinks could even be served there."

"But the rooms are so far away..." Xander replied, leaning back against the bar and smiling at a nearby customer. "And it already looks like you've attracted a week's worth of customers with your ass."

Firenze was quiet again. Xander looked down at him.

"Well, how about this... you lead me to one of the rooms here. The room, though, needs a good selection of toys... if it doesn't, you'll be walking right back here, and asking for whatever's missing." He leaned down, giving Firenze a pat on the head. "I bet you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? Asking for a plug in front of everyone?"

Firenze gave an obedient nod. "Whatever Master wishes, of course..."

Xander gave another smile, which Firenze saw out of the corner of his eye, and then turned back to the bar. Jack, the Typhlosion bartender, was already there; the key in his pale yellow paw caught the light as he showed it off.

Firenze glanced away again, half-listening as Xander arranged payment. So... why hadn't he used the safeword yet?

When he'd first gone to Ravage a month ago and asked to be his pet, he'd expected that it wouldn't be soft. He knew he'd have to show off to the rest of the Café who owned him. But... he'd never really considered this, tails glued high, cock bound and kept hard, and showing it all off during the Bar's busiest hour. Normally, for the sake of the Café and such, he may have invoked the safeword; but...

But then, Ravage had said from the beginning that it wouldn't be easy - and Firenze had accepted that. He didn't want it to be. This - being owned, being commanded, being a pet, it was more than just mere curiosity. It was a guilty pleasure that had been a voice in his head for years and years, and he wanted to do it properly, utterly, completely.

He bit his lip. Someone grasped his hindquarters, a hand squeezing his golden fur, making his cock jerk by reflex. It was all he could do to keep his whine quiet.

A whole week without the ability to get off, a few hours kept hard... and this was the effect it had on him, was it?

"Hey." Xander said loudly, sternly. The hand was withdrawn from Firenze's hips, and he could hear someone walking away through the haze of conversations, accompanied by fading laughter. In front of him, Xander dismounted from the stool, the key held in the same paw as Firenze's leash.

"Come on, pup." The Lucario commanded, waving the key in front of him. Firenze read the label on it. Of course, it would be that room, wouldn't it...

Xander shouldered his bag. "Lead the way."

Firenze turned, heading out of the bar, and Xander accompanied him to the side. Firenze's ears tilted backwards. Again, those whispers, and the distinct feeling of eyes following him...

"You know, you weren't the first Ninetales I actually tried to leash." Xander said, conversationally, as they left the bar and wandered down one of the warm corridors towards the Café's bedrooms. "Ravage, unfortunately, had neglected to let me know of your markings..."

Firenze raised his eyebrows. "I bet Terü wasn't very happy about a leash at his neck..."

"Neither was that red one." Xander replied, and then gave a tug on the leash. "Ravage said the collar might be hidden beneath the fur, after all."

"Maybe I'm more willing to show it off than Master expects..." Firenze replied. Xander said nothing; Firenze felt a smile on his muzzle at that, as he guided Xander around a corner. "If I may... how do you know Master?"

"I manage a store that sells a variety of toys. I don't think I have to tell you what kind of toys... and Ravage has frequented it a few times. He's bought an impressive range from me, in all..."

Firenze's thoughts ran through the inside of Ravage's room. It was an apt observation.

"We've talked online, because of that. The Zoroark seems rather fun, I'd say... met a few times, too. And yet, never one of his pets..."

"I hope I can make a good impression." said Firenze automatically, and slowed to a stop outside one of the rooms.

Xander gave a short chuckle. "We'll see..." he said, and brandished the key. He studied it for a while.

"Out here, you were just a partner engaged in a little game. In here though, you will be my pet and nothing above that station. This is your last chance to back out. Is that clear?"

Firenze glanced back at the Lucario's hips. His cock twitched painfully.

"Yes, Master."

Xander walked forwards and pressed the key into the lock, and in one smooth motion, opened the door.

The room was dark, but at the touch of a switch, lines of bright LEDs flickered on along the dark stone walls. Long shadows were cast along the room; shapes of whips, torses, lengths of rope and chains. The far wall contained a window with a large set of blinds covering it. Next to that, against the adjacent wall was a single bed with large red blankets and full, fluffed pillows, on which rested a short, green leash. Next to it, almost as an afterthought, was a small dog bed lined with a simple fleece blanket. A matching collar was in the middle.

Plaisir had many themed rooms, tailoring to all manner of tastes. This one was based on the idea of one dominant, and one submissive.

Xander hummed appreciatively. "This place really knows how to treat their guests right... I bet this is one of your favourite rooms." He said, and motioned for Firenze to enter. He closed the door behind them. The lock clicked loudly.

The next thing he knew, Firenze felt his ears grasped, and his head was pulled around. His muzzle stopped just short of Xander's sheath, and his head was held there, barely inches away.

"Before we go any further..." Xander started. "I need to make something clear to you."

Firenze found himself giving a slight shudder; the scent of it curled around his nostrils, channeling his thoughts. The sheath pulsed and bulge before his eyes.

"What you see here is not something you are entitled to. It is not something to assume you will get. This is a reward, and you, pup, will get it only if you are a good dog."

Firenze swallowed. The words swam in his head. That scent...

"Now." Xander said, and let go of Firenze's head, pushing him away. Firenze felt his tongue move, licking his lips. He tried to regain his grasp on the situation.

Xander began to walk around Firenze, the Ninetales standing still in the centre of the room. His gaze slid across the wall, across all those... accessories. A month ago, they'd been part of a world that he'd never participated in. Now, he could describe how most of them felt. He had the feeling his knowledge would be expanded a little more by the time this night was over.

"You know, you can tell a lot about someone by the pets that they have." Xander commented, one paw running across Firenze's side. "And their rules for them."

The Lucario felt each tail in turn, seeming to examine each one. "For example... how are they kept? Is their fur groomed, and by whom? That shows if the Master wants to show off the pet, or show off what they make the pet do..."

The Lucario's paws moved from Firenze's tails, playing along his side again. Then they grasped his foreleg, and Firenze lifted it up for it to be inspected.

"Does the Master keep multiple pets? Does he allow each pet to have several Masters? Can give a little insight into the relationship, too..."

Firenze breathed slowly, trying to stay still. He felt his cock jerk again, that band still painfully holding the knot down.

"What kind of pet do they keep? Larger ones? Smaller ones? Types which they're strong against, vulnerable to...?"

Xander walked back in front of Firenze's muzzle. Instantly, the Ninetales found himself staring straight at the Lucario's crotch; the sheath had given way to a reddish-pink cock that even now throbbed with expectation. Half of it had emerged from the blue fur, and it swayed from side to side as the Lucario walked. Firenze didn't look away, feeling one paw on his mane and neck.

"Are they allowed the freedom of concealment? Or do they make their pets wear their collar everywhere..." He paused. "And, perhaps, showing more than that..."

Xander knelt down, and Firenze kept his gaze low. The shaft was sliding from the sheath slowly, and pre beaded at the tip. He could see veins bulging under the skin, carrying more and more blood, making it swell more and more.

"I've just paraded you through the busiest part of the Café with your tails glued high and bound shaft on view to all..." Xander commented. "What must you think of my... Mastership..."

Firenze swallowed. "As your pet, it is not my place to judge you..."

There was a pause. Suddenly, Firenze felt his front shoved down, nose against the cold floor.

"As your pet, it is not your place to speak unless I tell you to..." The Lucario said, slowly and sternly. Firenze's ears lay back as a cold shiver ran through him.

"You are a dog. Feral. Wild. Mindless in all but your subservience to me, your wish for my pleasure..."

Firenze felt his paws shudder. He was staring straight forwards. Even as the Lucario spoke, that cock was growing ever bigger. Now, the hints of a canine knot had slipped from the fur.

"Do you understand me?"

Firenze remained quiet. He couldn't move his head.

Several long seconds passed.

The paw was slowly removed from his neck. Xander stood. "Get up..."

Firenze pushed himself up, breathing in and out slowly. He closed his eyes.

"Now. That's your body looked at..." Xander commented. "Time for the best part, I think..."

Firenze watched him move around to his rear. A moment later, he felt a paw trail down his thigh, and then curl around. It teased his balls, then moved away... and then suddenly it grasped his shaft. The Ninetales gasped, feeling that mix of pleasure and pain again, and he twitched in response. Warm air swam around his shaft... very... warm air...

"You know... a lot of guys think that oral is something submissive, but they're wrong..." With each syllable, more air played over Firenze's cock. He could feel it; Xander's mouth was close, so very close to that bulging, black shaft.

"I could lick it. Suck it. I could do it again and again, and you will no doubt whine until you can't help but beg for me to stop. Isn't that true?"

Firenze said nothing; he raised one leg slightly, and his front paws padded at the ground. He had to keep himself from whining even now.

The air got a little warmer. He could feel it, so close - it had to be mere centimetres away. Xander's tongue, extended, just too far away from touching the flesh...

Then, he heard Xander lean back. Firenze swallowed, panting as the tongue, the mouth, was removed. The teasing was worse than the torture of if it had actually happened.

"Such self control... not bad, pup... but next time, do give me at least one nice loud whine. I knew you wanted to..."

Firenze gave a muffled grunt. His tails twitched, pulling at the glue. He heard quiet, wet sounds from behind him; a sound he'd heard before. The Lucario was idly stroking his own cock, the canine shaft probably fully engorged by now. Firenze felt a paw wrap around the band on his own hanging member.

"This band... it's not one that Ravage bought from me, but it can be hard to find these. Especially since they have to be made to a custom size, and shaped for certain species..." The paw examined it further. At every accidental touch against the black flesh, Firenze let out another grunt and twitched; it was not entirely voluntary.

"Ah... that reminds me..."

Firenze heard the Lucario drag his bag over, unzip it, and rummage through it. Something was removed, and Xander gave an amused hum. "This ought to do."

Firenze jolted at the feel of cold, hard silicon pressing against his rear suddenly. The Ninetales grunted; the tip was flat, must have been an inch across at least. A paw curled around one of Firenze's hind legs, grasping him, holding him in place, while the other one shoved...

He felt himself jolted forwards, but after a moment he planted his front paws down. Claws clicked on the floor; with determination, Firenze gritted his teeth, and held his ground. He pressed his rear back in response. At that, he felt his rear open up, and the familiar feeling of something sinking inside him.

"Theeeere we go..." Xander said with appreciation. Firenze gave a whine, and pressed back again as the Lucario worked more and more of it in slowly. It seemed to taper, and he felt his rear stretch more and more as it went in. No lube, no preparation, just straight in...

Eventually, the Ninetales felt the hilt against his rear, the disc of the base. He gave another whine, breathing out one ragged breath. He was determined to put on a good show.

Xander hadn't removed his paw. "Clench" he ordered; As Firenze did, Xander let go, and Firenze heard him sit back; but his mind was focused now, clenching, keeping the toy in place. Again, that soft liquid-like noise from the Lucario...

"Good." Xander said after a while. "Much better... your task here is to keep that toy in place. If it falls out, then... you won't be a very good boy, will you?"

Firenze licked his lips, and grunted. He felt his hind legs shudder. He heard Xander stand back up and walk slowly back around.

"Tell me, pet. Where do your loyalties lie? ...You're allowed to speak."

Firenze breathed slowly, still keeping his rear clenched. "With whoever holds my leash. With my Master."

Xander walked back around to the front. Firenze's voice faltered. The Lucario's cock... this guy was big all round. At the base of his shaft, swollen with arousal, a thick dual-orbed knot glistened in the light. Firenze swallowed, eying it.

Xander suddenly knelt down. "Look. At. Me."

Firenze looked up immediately. The Lucario's eyes were a deep red, and they stared back at him. He realised now for sure that, before this point, he hadn't been able to look into them. Not until he'd had permission.

"Good..." Xander said, and smiled slowly. Firenze watched his lips curl around. "Tell me. What am I? You may speak."

"My Master..." Firenze said as Xander ran a paw along the Ninetales' chin.

"Indeed. And what is your role?"

"I am your dog... your pup."

"And?"

"It is my duty, my purpose to please you now in any way that I can."

"What do you want?"

Firenze held his gaze. His words became confident now. He tensed up.

"To serve you."

Xander's grin was broad now. "Good pup..." He looked the Ninetales over, giving an appreciative growl. "I assume that Ravage has taught you the appropriate safewords for when you can't speak...? You may talk..."

Firenze nodded. "He has."

"Good." His paw cupped the Ninetales' chin, and Xander stood, hunched over, moving backwards. Awkwardly, very aware of the toy clenched in his rear and bulging, bound shaft between his legs, Firenze followed.

"Because I think it's time for the pup to be fed. A healthy drink of my own choosing, of course... and I think that's all the double meaning I'm going to do for now. Undoubtedly you know what my intention is."

Xander sat down on the bed, and moved Firenze's head to his crotch. The shaft was pressed against his muzzle, his nose running over the wet flesh. The Ninetales' mind rolled, rejoiced, and his whole body shivered as the musky smell overwhelmed him.

"Say please, pup." Xander commanded, moving the tip of the shaft to the Ninetales' mouth. "You may speak."

Firenze swallowed. "Plea-"

Availing himself of the opportunity, the Lucario forced his cock into the Ninetales' muzzle without another word. Firenze's eyes widened and he gagged the moment the tip ploughed into the back of his mouth. Both of the Lucario's paws grasped his head, forcing it down, lips against the knot as the Ninetales' jaw was stretched wide.

"Gagging? Hah!" Xander said, chuckling loudly. "I thought better of you that that!" He shoved Firenze's head back, before yanking it down again. This time, Firenze was ready. His claws dug into the ground; with great concentration, he was just able to not gag; his gaze softened and, after a moment, he rolled his tongue across the underside of the Lucario's cock.

"There we go. I knew you were good at this..." Xander said, smiling as he held the feral Pokémon close. Firenze felt his jaw stretched wide as the Lucario pulled him further down. "That's it. Come on now..." The words rang through his mind. "That's it, right to the knot... there we go..."

Firenze had to resist another gag, feeling that bulging knot against his lips once more. It was warm, wet, and the entire cock throbbed inside his mouth. His claws pressed against the ground again.

Xander pushed Firenze's head back; the Ninetales took a deep breath through the nose, and again, that musk invaded his senses. Desire... the drive, it clouded his thoughts, made his body shiver as the pleasure passed through him; but it was nothing, nothing compared to the euphoria of being a pet. The all-consuming knowledge, the feeling of being owned and commanded - the indulgence in this guilty pleasure... his head swam with it.

That thick cock was forced back into his muzzle. Nothing else existed in this world anymore, not at this moment. None of it mattered, that was why - right here, right now, his Master wanted his mouth. Nothing else needed to exist. He could be anywhere...

Brief images of Plaisir's stage flashed through his mind, Xander leaning back against the central pole, Firenze's lips around his crotch as the crowd watched and bayed. Then, Dark Pulse, the nightclub of the Café - the heavy music and pounding of feet, lights flicking and spinning as his Master indulged in his body in the middle of the dance floor...

"How does it feel, pet...?"

The voice swirled around his mind, carried by the current of the subspace. He felt one paw wind around the base of the leash, right by the collar, and give it a slow and forceful tug.

"...to be at the end of a leash? Oh, yes, the great Firenze... Lording over this Café with the air of command... and here you are now..."

Firenze shuddered. Xander grasped the leash hard and yanked suddenly, delving his shaft back into the Ninetales' throat, their grunts and moans meshing together into one.

"Yes... sucking someone off isn't submissive, no... it's the leash, the control. The way I can grasp your ears, hold you there... the way I can order you... suck hard..."

Firenze obeyed, sealing his lips around the shaft, tasting the pre that spurted into his mouth.

"Lick it..."

His tongue worked along the underside, coating it in saliva, running over every ridge and massaging it.

"Pull back... don't let it out though..."

Firenze leaned back, and the toy in his rear hit a sensitive spot. He whined loudly, past the cock - but it never left his lips. He looked up into Xander's eyes as he suckled on the tip gratuitously, hungrily, his own red eyes staring back into the Lucario's. His Master's gaze was full of glee, full of that delight of control...

"You see? This is submission, right here." Xander smiled broadly. Firenze felt a small spark, a pang of guilt as he watched his Master's expression; the Ninetales' dominant side had risen for a moment, before being quashed by the want, the need.

Xander leant back, supporting himself on one paw, the other holding the base of the leash tightly. He dragged the Ninetales down the shaft, and then pushed him back up, over and over again. Firenze caught short breaths between each thrust, the smell swimming in his mind each time he did. He felt his knot straining at that band, his balls beginning to ache with the lack of release. He grunted and gagged again.

He'd do anything to orgasm now - and this was it; at the beck and call of his Master.

"Now, pet..." Xander said slowly, the words descending through the mind. They had weight.

"If you're truly a good boy... and you're to get a good report back to your Master... then I want you to do one thing for me...."

Firenze squirmed. Xander was far too good at this. He'd done it before. He knew exactly what buttons to push. Again, that ache in his balls made the Ninetales falter, before he pushed his muzzle down and sucked hard to make up for the lapse.

"I want to make sure not a single drop is spilt. I want to knot your mouth."

Firenze just stared at that knot. Strangely, he didn't feel worried, or apprehensive. No thoughts of failure passed through his mind, not a single idea that the knot was too big. Here, now... now it was something he had to do.

Because he was a good pet.

No sooner had the words left Xander's mouth that Firenze shoved his muzzle back again, lips against the knot. He dimly felt the tip against the back of his throat, but he didn't care. He did, however, care about the gasp of pleasure from Xander. Firenze stayed there, straining at the knot, his jaw forced uncomfortably wide.

He pulled back; quickly, hastily, regrouping before he shoved his muzzle down again. This time, Xander grasped the leash and pulled too. He felt his air being cut off as the collar dug into his throat, and he felt that knot sliding slowly past his lips. He gagged again.

One last time... he pulled back, caught one quick breath, and then - right back down. This was it, this time. He would prove his worth; prove what he could do - what he would do - for his Master. The knot stretched his jaws wide, painfully so, but he was above caring about that now. Xander grunted, Firenze whined, and the Ninetales felt that flesh sliding past his lips...

Just...

A little...

More...

Firenze buried his muzzle in the fur around the Lucario's crotch. His cheeks and jaw ached, stretched so very wide by the Lucario's knot. His ears flicked, and a loud shout from Xander made his body swim with pleasure. He could feel the tightness of the collar around his neck now - not from the Lucario pulling on it, but by the cock stretching his throat against it. He could squirm, he could move his body, but his mouth was locked, tied here to his Master's crotch. He wasn't going anywhere.

The cock throbbed dangerously. Xander's breathing was quickening, the Lucario gasping at the air, muttering indistinct phrases to the forgotten dark room. Firenze could make out his name amongst the words.

And then, Xander's paws clenched around the Ninetales' neck, and Firenze heard the Lucario's breath catch in his throat. The cock jerked, tugging at his muzzle, and he felt it throb in that very particular way...

A wave of elation crashed through him like a tsunami. The feeling cascaded through his body, right down his limbs and to the very tips of his paws. He closed his eyes, a sudden moment of clarity washing through him. This... this was it. This was the proof. He had just made his Master cum, right down his throat. He could feel it now, hear his Master's pants and moans, that utter, utter delight...

It was... it was amazing...

Large paws pressed on his head and neck, forcing his nose right up against the blue fur of the crotch. Firenze's lips pressed against the flesh behind the knot, caressed and massaged it, and Xander shouted again; the Ninetales felt his Master's balls twitching against his chin, and another wave of pleasure at the result of his actions washed through him.

The orgasm lasted a while; Firenze didn't know how long. He didn't care. That was useless information right now, a mere pointless observation. No - he'd made his Master orgasm, right after doing everything he'd been told to do. Here, now, with this mindset, that was everything he wanted, needed and cared for.

Those large paws stroked slowly over Firenze's head, and the pet gave a gentle, muffled muff in response. His vision blurred slightly - his chest was aching, and he felt his body twitch. His paws shook against the floor, and just as he realised why, Xander moved his paws to pull the Ninetales' muzzle open, and then tug at the knot. Firenze made a strained grunt, and Xander growled as the knot strained at the front of Firenze's muzzle for just a moment - before it jolted free.

His throat suddenly empty of the cock, Firenze fell against his Master's crotch, breathing heavily. That warm, saliva-covered cock resting against his muzzle, he took in that scent, the feeling of the liquid dripping onto him, and gave a long, low murr of pleasure.

They stayed there for a while, and Xander leaned back, caressing Firenze's head and mane. The Ninetales smiled, giving a nuzzle in return. His throat ached, his jaw ached, even his belly felt full - but not a single bit of that mattered.

After a while, Firenze's head was guided off the Lucario's crotch. He staggered back - the toy was still in his rear, still held in place. Firenze remembered it with another smile, and looked up blearily at Xander as the Lucario stepped up from the bed. The Ninetales moved in quickly, giving his crotch a lick, tasting it, pleasuring him. Xander smiled, rubbing his head again with one paw while Firenze lapped along the still-hard canine shaft.

"Good boy..." Xander said gently. Firenze's heart leapt. "Did you enjoy that?"

Firenze nodded, and gave another lick on the shaft. He glanced up at this Master's face; the Lucario smirked back at him.

"They say that the best pets do not need to be asked to give their Masters pleasure..." Xander said. Firenze continued his attentions, his ears flicking. He tasted pre on the tip of that shaft. His tails jerked against the glue binding them.

Eventually, a paw rested on his head, and he stepped backwards slowly. He resisted the urge to whine in need, even as his cock brushed against his own thigh. He dug his claws into the floor as hard as he could, and looked up at his Master.

Xander walked over to the covered window, standing side on. His shaft stood erect, and beads of pre and saliva refracted the light hitting them.

"You're a very good boy..." Xander said gently. Firenze licked his lips, and gave a warm smile. Xander returned it, looking back with a calculating expression.

"I think... the rest of the Café should know that..."

The blinds were drawn open. Night had since fallen on the café, or at least the last vestiges of dusk, but the inner garden that the room looked out over was lit by the yellow lamps that had been scattered around. Figures still moved - alone, in tandem, in shameless public copulation; Firenze even saw a couple of them look over.

"What's the matter, pet?" Xander said, looking out of the window with a smirk. He leaned over, and glanced at a panel on the wall. A button was pressed - lights flickered on around the window, illuminating the room perfectly for anyone looking in.

"Ah..." said Xander, now silhouetted against the light. Firenze blinked at the glare; that cock - his Master's cock - jerked and bobbed before his eyes.

"Now, pet..." Xander said, and walked back to Firenze. One paw took the leash, and the other tilted the Ninetales' head up to look into the Lucario's eyes. "Would you like to give them a good show?" His smile was broad. His eyes sparkled. "You may speak."

Firenze felt his heart beat faster. He didn't hesitate with the answer.

"Yes, Master."

* * *

"...and seemed to obey almost all commands with eagerness and joy."

Ravage leaned back, reading out the report out loud. Over the top of his tablet, Firenze stood in the middle of the floor, facing him. Ravage could feel his anticipation. He went back to reading.

"All in all, it was a very pleasurable night with someone who could rival the Vaporeon, Rain, for their ability to fit me inside them. My appreciation to the pet that made it so." Ravage said, and lowered the tablet onto a table. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his claws, and looking over them at his pet. He considered the Ninetales for a moment.

"It seems that he enjoyed you. For that... well done."

"Thank you." A smile flickered over Firenze's muzzle. Ravage had given the Ninetales permission to speak at any point, here - as long as it was when spoken to.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Firenze nodded. "Of course I did. He was my Master. There is no greater pleasure for a pet."

"Mmhmm." Ravage eyed him. Inside, he smiled broadly, looking over the Ninetales. He sat there for a moment longer before continuing. "I suppose now... you'll be wanting your reward."

"If it pleases you." Firenze replied. "I have tried to be the best pet I can be..."

Ravage glanced over at the digital clock on his side table. It was just past noon; twenty five hours had indeed passed. He turned and picked up the tablet again, giving another thoughtful hum.

"The thing is..." Ravage said casually, waving the device in front of him. "He only gave you four and a half stars."

Firenze remained steadfast, but Ravage saw his expression flicker. "I... tried-"

"You tried, I'm sure, but the signs are there. 'Near_totally obedient', it says here... 'obey _almost all commands with eagerness and joy'... and recall when he said that you... pressed to take it back to a private room."

Firenze was silent. Ravage could feel the apprehension begin to radiate more strongly. He gave a short laugh.

"Oh, don't worry. I have an arrangement that will allow you to orgasm, my big dog." The Zoroark leaned in, passing the tablet to one side. He looked Firenze in the eye; the Ninetales gazed towards the ground.

"Xander will be staying one more night. He asked if I would consider renting you out for it. Just like last night, the same rules will apply - they will be your Master, and only your Master. You will obey everything they tell you to do. What's more, in the meantime, you will wear the band - for an additional twenty five hours. Is that understood?"

Firenze nodded quickly, his intentions betrayed. Ravage smiled. He had him over a barrel.

"Then beg for it."

Firenze's eyes widened for a moment, and Ravage raised an eyebrow back at him - but it didn't last long. The Ninetales looked from side to side, before nodding and lowering his head.

"Please. Please, Master, I implore you. I've not orgasmed in over a week, I've been bound and forced to remain like this for over a day now, and I... and I would really, really delight in being able to orgasm..."

Ravage stayed silent. He knew he could get more. Just wait another few seconds...

"...please, I... I need this... I-I realise it's your decision, however if there's anything I could do to convince you further, any further restrictions, I'll take them, if you just let... me... orgasm..."

Ravage stayed silent for just a moment more. Ah... time to be kind to the poor thing. "Alright." He said finally. Firenze let out a sigh of relief, and the Zoroark smirked.

He stood up, walking over to the Ninetales, running a clawed hand down that golden-furred back. He smirked as the feral Pokémon shuddered at the touch, and knelt down quickly.

Hanging underneath the Ninetales, that black, bulging cock was exactly as he'd left it. The band was still firmly in place.

He leant back, snatching a bottle of lube off a nearby shelf, and squirted some into his paw. Being careful to avoid his large claws, Ravage got a good amount of it, and started to spread it along the shaft.

He noted how still Firenze was as he worked, lubricating that cock, massaging it, gently pulling at that band. It wasn't a quick job - the shaft was almost as thick as the uninflated knot, and it took a while of slowly working the band further and further down. By the time it had been pulled off, the Ninetales' knot was already fully inflated again. Ravage placed the band on the floor, and took a moment to look at the bulging, twitching length before him.

"You want to orgasm, pet?" He said, letting the air currents caress the shaft. It jerked, and pre spurted out onto the floor with the force of cum.

"Yes... Master..." Firenze said. His voice faltered.

Ravage nodded, standing up, and walking over to the bed. It was hastily made, but he didn't care - and he had no doubt that Firenze didn't either. He sat down on it, swinging his legs up, and sat back. He looked over at the Ninetales.

"Get up."

Firenze turned, not hesitating as he jumped onto the bed, padding up the covers. His paws straddled the Zoroark, and Firenze grasped the black collar as he looked into the Ninetales' eyes.

"While you may not have been perfect..." Ravage started, running a claw across Firenze's cheek, "you definitely made an impression on him - and you gave him a very good impression of me as a result." He lifted one hind leg, and felt as he paw brushed against the hot shaft. He watched the Ninetales wince, and felt him shudder under his grasp.

"So I suppose you're allowed a little appreciation. That's what this is all about, anyway...." He lifted his other hind leg, and pressed the shaft between his paws. Again, Firenze shuddered, biting his lip.

"Do you enjoy that, my big dog..?" he said, pulling Firenze closer. The Ninetales nodded, the motion sporadic, his eyes closed tightly and breath shaky. Ravage moved his paws up and down, slick with pre and lube, from the tip right to the knot. He chuckled as some of the pre splattered onto his belly.

"Good... you're a good boy, my pet..." He said gently, rubbing Firenze's neck with his free paw. "You've made your Master very happy, I think you deser-"

Firenze's eyes shot open. They weren't just red - they were glowing, light reflecting off the fur around them, luminescent portals of psychic energy, and then-

He looked down at the Zoroark, at his Master. The bed was soft underfoot, the air cool, his tails twitched behind him as those paws slid up and down his shaft. He could feel his entire body beginning to shake, shudder, claws against the covers. He could feel the energy flowing through him, making every facet of his mind tingle and spark and... and then the pleasure exploded.

It wasn't a slow progression - there wasn't any build-up. Of course, there had been - the build-up had been this entire past week. Hours upon hours of play, of blowjobs and pawjobs and exhibitionism and all kinds of sex, and never, ever, once being allowed to get off, not until now.

And now it had come, it was all worth it. He felt his balls jump as the pleasure smashed through every part of his body, a huge wave spreading right to his paws, then travelling back across his body, undulating ecstasy and utter amazement. He felt cum erupt from this tip of his cock, felt spurt after spurt, over a week's worth of unspent seed being released all in one go. His mind had gone, all rational thought suppressed - it wasn't needed here, it wasn't wanted here. No - here was the realm of carnal acts, the deep desires, the loud, bestial cries of utter... unsurpassed... total... pleasure.

With a jolt, Ravage felt himself landing back on his bed, panting heavily. His eyes were open wide, staring at the ceiling as he felt himself riding the tail end of the wave of an orgasm. Above him, Firenze panted even more heavily, tongue lolled from his mouth. As Ravage watched, the Ninetales' eyes dimmed slowly. As he watched, they stopped glowing, and for a few brief seconds they stared at each other - intertwined, revelling and recovering from that shared moment.

Ravage looked down. His stomach and chest were matted with cum - as he became more and more aware of his senses, he felt some of it drip from his muzzle. He swore he could taste that familiar salty taste too.

Damn... Ninetales and their psychic powers...

He grinned, and Firenze gave a weak smile back. The Ninetales slowly laid himself down on top of his Master, and Ravage smiled, staring back into his pet's eyes. He stroked the Ninetales' head with both paws.

"Thank you, pet..." Ravage said softly, watching Firenze's eyes light up at the words. The Ninetales nodded, and blinked slowly.

"Thank you, Master..."

Ravage smiled again, giving Firenze a brief tap with a claw, and lay back on the bed with a smile.

What fun it was to have a pet, he thought, as he stared down at the Ninetales laying across him, and he felt the cum soak into his fur.

What an absolute pleasure.