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The morning breeze felt nice over the wolf's fur. The sky was bright, the sun mild with the usual, chilly air that he had missed so dearly from the wolf lands. Emett could see a few bits of the castle's walls through the trees, so close to his goal that now it was hard to relax and not feel anxious, but he had to admit some things could feel good even at the worst times.

They were in a side road, close enough to the castle, between the bigger city and one of the small towns that surrounded it. The road was more of a trail, really, and it had so many roots taking it over due to little use that it was actually a pain to travel by, but that's exactly what made it work for them. Ryker was sitting there, legs crossed inside a circle drawn in the earth doing his... things again and, though Emett just hated waiting for it, he was used to it by now. He trusted the folf, he knew he had his reasons. He wasn't naive enough to think that they escaped the dragon scouts that happened upon the side road they were traveling through at the borders by sheer luck.

Arkon was leaning against a nearby tree just being his usual, serious over-patient self. Emett had to hold back a groan. The wolf was sitting in the small merchant cart they'd acquired just a day ago from a small town for a few pieces of gold. It was in bad condition, but it was part of Ryker's plans, apparently. The wooden-made cart was small enough to be pulled by hand even with the three small crates that, if what the wolf had understood right, contained spices in them. Emett knew better than to ask and expect whole answers that made sense from the mage. He brought his paw down. It was hard not to smile, at least when he saw Amaran, the black dragon they had captured after he had tortured the wolf on Ryker's manor, kneeling there, muzzle filled with his own hard, dark red cock.

Emett had always enjoyed slow blowjobs, at least back when he worked at the castle and had the right to a pleasure slave every once in a while. Usually, he would be very, very uncomfortable with doing something like that on the outdoors and specially with people around, but these people were just Ryker and Arkon. Somehow, they had kind of desensitized him to that sort of thing, for he was fully aware of what they did with each other at night and, though at first it made him blush furiously, after several days it didn't seem like that big of a deal.

The other reason Emett was glad to have Amaran slowly suckling at his cock out in the open was the slight discomfort he could detect on the dragon himself. How it must have felt, to be a high-ranking officer in the dragon's military and end up on his knees sucking a wolf's cock? Emett hadn't forgotten what the dragon had done to him for his own pleasure and, worse yet, what he intended to do if Ryker hadn't come to overpower the damn lizard and save him. The thought alone made the wolf growl, his paw that had been caressing the dragon's head in a degrading sort of way moving down, a claw hooking itself against the collar he was wearing.

The black harness and collar were barely visible in the dragon's natural black scaled form. The very same ones that Emett hated so dearly. That the dragon lord had put on him to make him become that... thing. That humiliating, degrading thing that Amaran now was. Even the damned, silver-lined ring was there, but it was just hanging from one of the collar's buckles for now, the wolf reserving the pleasure of using that thing on the dragon only on 'special' nights. When his eyes met the dragon's, he smiled. Emett could remember that feeling well. The 'pleasure' that came from pleasing one's master. It filled him with anger and shame just thinking back about it.

The wolf's claw tugged at the collar, pulling it softly so that part of it would lose contact to the dragon's skin. Over the days he had with Amaran, both him and Ryker had had time to study the enchanted collar and harness more thoroughly. The harness' enchantment dealt more with movement restraint, but it was the collar that messed up his mind, that made the wearer call himself 'Dog', even if he was a dragon like Amaran, and tampered with one's feelings in that twisted way. Tugging at the collar, breaking the contact, even if just a little, had an almost immediate effect that Emett took a special pleasure in seeing.

Amaran's eyes looking at him lost some of that worshipping glow. His smile faded, his expression shifted ever so slightly. The sucking didn't stop, but the dragon looking at him started to show... rage. Emett's own smile widened, revenge was a sweet thing. The damned dragon wanted to enslave him, so it was only fair. Those bits of recognition of his position and situation came and went, Emett knew, specially since he tugged the collar harder sometimes and not so hard on others. He knew the dragon would still remember all of this the day the collar finally left his neck anyways, which pleased him greatly, but seeing those sparks of outrage in his enemy's eyes right away made the draconic tongue massaging the underside of his member even sweeter. Sometimes he even felt a light pick of a teeth in his cock, but he knew it would take way more than that for Amaran to ever be able to harm him after wearing these things for so long.

The black dragon himself was naked, save for a loincloth they had bought back in the free lands. It felt appropriate, giving him a slave's attire. Amaran's body was muscular like a soldier's, even being well versed with magic as he was, so to handle that Ryker had inscribed a big, red rune right across his back that, according to the folf, suppressed the dragon's magic. Not that he ever had a chance to even try to use it anyways, since Emett had ordered him not to and 'Dog' was very happy to obey.

The slow tongue across his member helped keep his mind off the urgency of their business in the castle. Though Amaran had been a useful catch, they didn't find out much more than what they already suspected. The dragons were up to something big, something that would allow them to overtake the wolf kingdom and it was all centered around this trip the two dragon lords made to the wolf castle.

Emett suspected assassination. Amaran was a high-ranking officer, but of course he wouldn't know the details. It was funny to see how sorry 'Dog' was not to be able to tell him more on the subject. He had also learned, however, that Deveth, the dragon lord that had kept Emett captive on the heart of the dragon lands, had traveled to the wolf castle as well with the sole intent of recapturing him and keeping him from saying too much. Considering that the dragon lord could travel by carriage and use the main roads, it was reasonable to expect that he'd already arrived and was waiting for him right there inside the wolf castle. The thought made Emett growl. His only wish was to be able to give the smug dragon a few punches for everything he had put the wolf through.

He thought about finishing. He considered the possibility of just bending the dragon over the cart and fucking him one more time, but then he would grow impatient, he knew. They had to be smart. If they got captured by some dragon scouts expecting them to be there near the castle all the traveling would be for nothing.

Emett watched the sun move in the sky, feeling himself near the edge a few times and making the dragon focus on his balls instead to cool down before he let Amaran focus on his cock once more. The wolf closed his eyes, trying not to picture the dragons killing wolves inside the castle while he was out here waiting for the damn mage sitting on the ground, but then his eyes shot open when someone cleared their throat right next to him.

He opened them to see Ryker standing right in front of him.

"Oh. Oh! Are you done?" Emett's question came with him pushing Amaran off his cock, still unable not to feel a little embarrassed for doing something like that right in front of someone else. It pulsed in the air, knot and everything, so there was no use in even trying to close his pants around it. The wolf's ears simply folded themselves back a little.

"Yes. Yes, I'm done, and there's been a change of plans. Things are more dire than even I anticipated and I have to move fast. The dragons are smarter than I thought." Ryker sounded serious. It was very rare to see the folf like that, even in rough times, so Emett straightened up. Arkon approached as well, making the wolf put his paws over his hard cock to at least hide it a little, even if both of them ignored it.

"Is it... Ren, master?" The dragon asked, to which the folf simply nodded with a troubled expression.

"Who's Ren?" Emett couldn't place the name at all.

"My other... companion," Ryker just said, him and Arkon exchanging a look. Emett found it hard to believe that another dragon like Arkon would walk around the wolf castle unnoticed, but having the folf in a hurry only worked in his favor.

"We're going to the castle gates right now, not tonight. We'll pretend to be merchants, but I'm not going to go with you two. You'll have to get past the guards alone," Ryker announced. To that, Arkon simply nodded dutifully, as he always did, but Emett took a worried expression.

"What? How're we supposed to do that without your magic? You said it yourself, as hard as I find to believe, the castle's guards might working with the dragons! Waiting for us! For me! Where the hell are you going that's more important than helping us get inside?"

Ryker frowned at him, which was also rare. The stare alone made Emett's ears lower themselves a little more.

"I have to help my comrade. I have my own ways," Ryker simply said. Emett growled. It wasn't the time to be his mysterious self!

"But if you're going to get in there somehow can't you ju-"

"No." Ryker's interruption came alongside a fearsome glare. The folf's tails swished behind him, his eyes alone felt piercing, like nothing Emett had ever seen. He had no choice but to be quiet, feeling a chill coming up his spine. It took a few seconds for Ryker to clear his throat. "I swear to you, if there was an easier way, I'd take it. I assure you that I understand how dire the situation is for your kingdom and I care. I wouldn't be here if I didn't, would I?"

Emett looked away, unsatisfied. "I guess," he just replied, but he nodding.

"You depend too much on magic, wolfie. That's a common, yet very, very unwise thing to do," Ryker said with a warning glare. "Besides, I wouldn't suggest this if I didn't know you and Arkon had it in you. I trust him with my life." The folf put a hand in the dragon's shoulder, who in turn showed one of his rare displays of smiling towards his apparent master.

Emett just grunted. "How do you propose we get inside, then? If, and I say if, the guards stationed at the gate are really dragon controlled, you just assume they'll let a dragon and a wolf who claim to be merchants with such a small load get right in? Hell, this plan is already faltered at its core. A dragon and a wolf working together? Who the hell would believe that?"

"Well, you're working with Arkon, aren't you?" Ryker's confident smirk was back, which was a good thing, but the comeback still made Emett frown.

"This is completely different," the wolf just replied. His erection had finally faded away enough for him to tuck it back inside his pants, which he did trying to hide his embarrassment over it, but the frustrating tingle of unsatisfied arousal remained. Ryker just waved a paw dismissively.

"Regardless, no. They're expecting a military wolf. A captain. I doubt the guards know you by your face over there, am I right?"

"...I work more outside the castle than inside." Emett crossed his arms, not liking where this was going.

"Well then, while a dragon and a wolf working together as merchants might sound weird, a dragon with a wolf as a slave is the most common thing in the world, as you very well know yourself." Ryker's toothy smirk was in its way to becoming a grin, while Emett's eyes just narrowed themselves a little.

"That is insulting to my entire species," the wolf complained with a soft growl. "You're suggesting I dress up as Arkon's slave to get through the gates? That's preposterous!"

Ryker just chuckled. "I'm sorry, wolfie, but considering we don't even have a pass to trade with the castle, I think there might be more than just dressing up involved."

Emett's eyes narrowed themselves further. "...What? Just what are you suggesting? Can't you magically make a fake one or something?"

"What did I just tell you about magic reliance?" Ryker said, shaking his head. "If those guards have been corrupted once by dragons, they can be corrupted again."

"And what if they haven't?" Emett was growling more plainly now. All of this was starting to sound very bad. "I can't even believe you're suggesting I dress up as a slave and actually have Arkon offer to do... things for them to let us pass! I couldn't ever do that! Look, we can use Amaran, then. He'll be more than happy to let a wolf or two fuck him for his master." Emett pointed at the black dragon still kneeling in front of him, whose attention got grabbed instantly when he heard mention of himself. "Won't you, boy? Won't you?"

"Yes, master!" The black dragon spoke with such enthusiasm that Emett couldn't hold back a small chuckle.

"If the guards are working with dragons, I doubt they'll be comfortable using one as a slave," Ryker just said. "A wolf is much safer. You have dozens of wolf slaves in there, don't you?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Besides, I'm not suggesting you do it. Your pride would get over your head. I'm suggesting we let your more... doggish part take over."

Emett's eyes went wide.

"What?! If you're actually suggesting I put on those hellish things, you're insane! I'm never wearing those again!" Emett's growling was back in full force. He couldn't believe Ryker would even suggest that! The wolf felt his face hot with embarrassment just thinking about it. The mage just shook his head with a sigh.

"You're going to let your pride get in the way of your precious duty? You spent the whole trip anxious to get to the castle and now that we're getting there, you're shying away from a simple unpleasant task?"

"There's nothing simple about it! I am NOT wearing those things! We have to find another way inside, then!"

Emett's tone and constant growling made clear how resolute he was about that. Ryker sighed once again.

"Look, I'm sorry, wolfie. I don't have time to argue. We're doing this. You'll end up thanking me later, trust me."

Emett stood up right away, taking a step towards the folf with more growling from his part and staring right in the folf's eyes.

"I hardly think th-" The wolf started speaking, but Ryker simply raised a paw and snapped his fingers. Emett stopped talking mid-sentence. In fact, everything stopped. The wolf had his muzzle open, that angry expression with a bit of a snarl in his face and even his eyes were still narrowed, though they now darted back and forth nervously. Emett found that he couldn't move. He couldn't move at all, not a single muscle. His rage became anxiety for a moment, but looking back at Ryker and watching him smirk, it became rage again pretty quickly.

"Nice job with the circle, Ark. Flawless as always," Ryker praised. Emett's eyes darted downwards and, from the corner of his sight he could see another one of those runed, symmetric circles written down in the dirt of the battered road, right around him. When had they...?!

"I'm really sorry for doing this, wolfie, but you leave me little choice. I don't have any more time to lose here." Ryker's hand came to his shoulder. Emett wanted to protest, to growl, to freaking shout, but he still couldn't move a single claw. "Take the black one, Arkon, tie him up as we discussed."

"Yes, master," the red dragon said dutifully, beckoning Amaran, who looked at Emett with a bit of confusion, but followed the orders and went into the woods with Arkon. The wolf could do nothing but watch them go.

"You don't have to worry. This will work, I'm sure, one way or another," Ryker said when they were alone. "I have a great deal of faith in you. You have a distinct determination and a big sense of loyalty. Never lose that, wolfie, never do." The folf mage smiled at him. A friendly smile, yet still Emett just tried desperately to move. "We will see each other again soon, if the gods allow it. Perhaps I can talk you into using that delightful tongue of yours on me one more time? I thoroughly enjoyed the first one."

Ryker chuckled, but Emett just felt embarrassed. It didn't take long for Arkon to come back, but the moment he came into Emett's visual field, the wolf's eyes got filled with worry.

"H..hnng..ghh.." Emett did his best to grunt. He was trying to move with all of his willpower, but it still felt as if he was frozen in solid ice. Nothing would budge. The closer Arkon got with the now loose collar and harness, the more desperate he got.

"Amaran cannot use his magic and Arkon made sure he'll be tied to a tree far off where no one will find him. At least not until he's back to collect him after he drops you off inside the castle," Ryker explained. The folf himself started pulling the paralysed wolf's shirt up. Emett thought he wouldn't be able to take it off with his arms lowered, but much to his surprise, the mage moved his arms upwards as if he was some sort of doll, whereas he couldn't even budge his own muscles. As soon as the shirt was out, leaving Emett's grey-furred chest exposed, he lowered them again.

"Arkon is going to take them off as soon as you two get past the castle's gate. From there on, you'll be on your own, but I trust you know your way inside the wolf castle, right?"

Ryker didn't expect a response, of course, since all Emett could do was just try to grunt and move. Arkon was waiting right there, but with the mage giving him a nod, he stepped forward, opening up the harness to start putting it on Emett's chest.

"Hng... hngghhrr..." Emett did his best to move. His eyes darted back and forth, watching the dragon putting the thing he hated the most in the world over him again. He wanted to growl, wanted to protest against this plan, wanted to push Arkon away and get rid of these cursed things forever. There had to be another way! As nervous as he was, it was hopeless. He couldn't move and soon the harness was closed around his chest. He could feel a very light tingle coming from it. A familiar one. The collar came next. Not even the wolf's ears would move to lower themselves when he saw that dreadful collar approaching his neck, then closing around it.

"I really am sorry, wolfie, but it'll be alright," Ryker said. Emett's eyes left Arkon closing the buckle of the collar around his neck to look at the folf, who was smiling. Even as he stared, Emett felt his mind starting to get clouded, felt the effects of the enchanted collar and harness start to overtake him. He managed to close his eyes, cursed and fought. He fought with all his will to keep his thoughts in place, his feelings, but they started to shift nevertheless. Slowly, his thoughts slipped away from him, his priorities, his values forgotten and replaced as if it was an entirely different person inside his head. Emett had experienced all of this before, which is why the part of his mind being suppressed screamed in frustration, but in the end, he couldn't fight the magic.

When Emett opened his eyes again, he felt confused. He gasped and then he realized that he could move again. His paws came up to his chest to feel the harness around it, then up to his collar, but he didn't try to take them off. He didn't even tug him, he just wagged his tail and smiled.

"How are you feeling?" Ryker asked, both him and the dragon observing him closely.

"Great," the wolf simply answered towards the folf, but it was towards Arkon that his eyes sparked. "How can I serve you, master?"

Arkon looked at the mage, who just chuckled.

"It's working alright. He's going to be angry when you take 'em off of him, be mindful of that," the folf said towards the dragon, to which Dog simply stared in confusion.

"It's alright. I'm the master, though?" Arkon asked. Ryker just nodded.

"You will be the merchant, so yes. It was you who put it on him, so I made sure of that. Be careful, too. I think that some of the things we have been teaching Amaran through the trip might have stuck to the magic, plus we didn't get to see the whole extent of what the enchantments are made to do. He might behave unpredictably, but it shouldn't be anything a firm order can't resolve."

Arkon nodded in agreement. The dragon told the wolf to wait while him and Ryker went off to talk. Dog sat there on the cart again, trying to shake the annoying feeling he had in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't identify and just waiting patiently for his master. Before long, the folf headed out on his own and only his great, amazing master returned.

"I will need you to take off these pants and put this on," Arkon said, showing the wolf a loincloth, the slave kind that Amaran had been wearing, probably the same one.

"Yes, master!" Dog was quick to nod enthusiastically. It was nice to get an easy task from the master that would please him. He immediately took his pants off and, though he had no notion of shame for being naked in the outdoors, he still felt his face getting a little red for some reason, and in no time he had the small, revealing loincloth on covering only what was very necessary.

From there, they moved on. Dog was tasked with pulling the small cart through the handles, but with only a few small crates on, it wasn't that heavy. The wolf did it with his tail wagging since it had been his master's request. The rough road in the woods was harder to handle, but as soon as they got back in the main road, which was considerably smoother, things got much easier. They could see the large walls of the castle approaching fast and looking up at them Dog remembered that he had been so worried about so many things before, but now he felt light and happy. He had absolutely nothing to worry about other than pleasing the master and he was thoroughly satisfied just to be with him. Aside from these weird things nagging at the back of his head, everything was perfect. He didn't mind the physical strain of pulling the cart at all.

When they approached the big, main gate of the wolf castle, the master also sat on the back of the cart. 'For appearances', he had explained, but Dog didn't care. Even grunting with effort to pull the whole thing, he was extremely happy to be able to do that as well for master. They kept going until they were close enough for a grey-furred wolf with a poorly polished guard garment and a spear in hand to signal them to stop. The master hopped off the cart and Dog, panting from the effort, appreciated the break. He stared at the inside of the castle and, for some reason, he felt a rush of eagerness inside him, but Dog was used to pushing away feelings he didn't understand. He turned his attention instead towards master's conversation with the wolf. There was another one, whose fur was leaning more towards brown, with his arms crossed watching them both as well nearby.

"...Sugar and a lot of pepper, sir," Arkon was saying.

"You'll have to open it for us to inspect it," the wolf replied. He sounded serious.

"Of course," Master said with a smile. Though Dog did catch both wolves looking at him, none of them gave him much regard. He simply adjusted his loincloth while he waited for the wolf and his Master to pry the crates open so that the wolf could rummage through them. The smell of spices in the air was nice.

"Everything looks fine," the wolf finally said. "Hey, Rory! Write 'em up on the ledger!"

The brown wolf nodded from the distance and went inside the small gatehouse.

"You coming with a regular pass or with a merch guild badge?" The wolf asked.

"Pass," Arkon answered very promptly. He made a show of looking for it through his pockets, and then, apparently not finding it, he cursed and rummaged through the cart around the crates. Finally, his eyes set down on Dog himself, to which his ears perked up immediately.

"Slave! Come here!"

Dog was very quick to obey, practically running until he was standing at attention between the dragon and wolf. He noticed the guard was an inch or two taller than him, a little more muscular too. He looked older as well, at least a few years, and he didn't smell good at all.

"Do you have the pass with you? Where the hell did you put it when I asked you to take it?" The dragon pretty much growled it at Dog, whose ears went down right away. Master was mad at him?

"Uhh.. I... I'm sorry, master? I.. I don't know what you're-"

"Silence! Of course you don't have it. You're just useless!" Arkon said, with a harsh voice he had never heard before. It made the collared wolf let out a small whimper. The guard, one the other hand, just watched it all with a serious expression. Arkon had a whole new tone to his voice when he turned towards him.

"I seem to have misplaced it thanks to my worthless slave here," he explained, to which the guard raised an eyebrow. "Can't we work this out? All I have to do is drop off these crates so they reach the kitchens and I'll be done with it. You've seen they're clean! I traveled the whole day to deliver these!"

The dragon's tone had changed to one of practically begging. The guard, however, just shook his head.

"Sorry. No pass, no entry. I'm not risking my hide for your spices. You can just whip your slave and start walking back." The guard didn't look worried about the whole thing at all as he stated it. Dog winced and whimpered again to the mention of a whip. He wasn't even sure what he had done wrong, but he felt just terrible that he had let the master down somewhat. The wolf guard was already turning around to head back to the gatehouse.

"Wait! Wait, sir, please. It'll take days! Please sir, maybe we can work something out?"

Even Dog could see the guard's ears perking up, his tail swishing around when he was called 'sir'. He did stop on his tracks to look at the dragon again. His eyes went through his master and Dog wasn't entirely sure how he knew that the guard must be looking for signs of a gold purse or something of the sort, but Arkon wasn't carrying any. The dragon did step forward, however, seizing the opportunity.

"Please, my good sir. Maybe we can strike a small deal? One that would benefit everyone?" Arkon was pretty much pleading. The guard smirked. He clearly enjoyed being in a position of power.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

Dog didn't expect his master to grab him by the scruff of his neck. The dragon shoved him forward roughly, forcing him down to his knees already with his nose at crotch level with the wolf guard. He looked up at the other wolf with his ears down, who just had a curious look on his eyes.

"My slave is very eager to make up for his stupid mistake. Aren't you, Dog? Aren't you?" Arkon asked it growling towards the slave, hand still holding his scruff firmly and at the same time pressing him forward until the tip of his nose was touching the front of the wolf's pants. "Nuzzle the gentleman, show your appreciation."

Dog didn't need to hear the orders twice. He was still terrified of having let his master down and he was indeed very, very eager to make up to him in any way he could. He could smell faint traces of male musk at the wolf's crotch, but he immediately started nuzzling it, even going as far as giving it small licks through the fabric. He could feel what were clearly the wolf's balls through it with a hefty sheath above it. The guard didn't step back or anything, letting him keep nuzzling and licking. His smirk was wider, though.

"Mmm... I don't know. A free slut seems like a low price to pay," the guard said, even if Dog could feel his cock responding positively to his nuzzling.

"Please, sir! He's really good and obedient, he'll do whatever you want without complaining! You can take him, I'll wait, and then we'll both be on our ways happier than before! Nobody needs to know a thing about this."

The wolf seemed to be considering it, at least. His own hand came down to Dog's head, petting it and even slightly pressing it against his crotch some more. Dog could feel the bulge of the wolf's growing shaft and definitely smell it, too. The scent of musk and sex filled Dog's nose, and he was happy about it, for it meant he was doing a good job on the wolf, like his master wanted. It made the wolf huff in pleasure, until he finally let out a grunt of agreement.

"Fine. We'll see what your little slut can do," the wolf finally said, grabbing Dog's scruff himself and pulling him up to make him stand, but not letting go.

"Good! You won't regret it, sir, you won't!" The show of happiness and relief Arkon was able to make was pretty impressive, but Dog was more worried about the time he would have to spend away from his master.

"You wait here, don't move an inch," the guard simply said, to which Arkon nodded and without further ceremony, he pulled a stumbling Dog towards the gatehouse. The collared wolf lowered his ears, looking back at his master, but the dragon simply nodded.

"Yes, sir. Be a good dog, slave! Do absolutely everything they say!"

The last orders were registered even if, from the wolf's back, Dog could see Arkon's expression darkening a little. As soon as they reached the gatehouse, Dog was the first to be shoved inside. The other wolf guard was sitting in a small chair writing something up in a long piece of parchment, but he seemed startled when both slave and guard came bursting in.

"The hell are you doing, Marv?" The other wolf, whose fur under his uniform was also plain grey just as Dog's, stood up. The gatehouse was quite small on the inside, with a big window facing the gate, the small door they had come from, a desk, a chair, and a cabinet with several types of parchment scattered around it. There was just enough space for the three wolves to stand in there comfortably, but a fourth would already make it start getting cramped.

"This is the merchant's pass," the first wolf, whose name was apparently Marv, said, giving Dog a small nudge forward. He simply lowered his ears and adjusted his loincloth.

"What? You serious?" The second wolf, whose name Dog remembered to be Rory from before, took a good look at him. He just grunted, however. "Did you at least get some gold alongside it? Make it worth us sticking our necks out like this?"

"Nah. It's alright, the guy's just a spice drop-off that forgot his pass. His mistake is our win." The wolf gave Dog another shove forward towards his companion. "C'mon little slave, show Rory the same appreciation you showed me. Show him you're a good boy."

Dog was quick to obey. He got down on his knees in front of the grey wolf and started nuzzling and licking his crotch right away, just as he had done with the first wolf. He got the same mix of surprise and enjoyment from the second one, except that this time Marv was also rubbing the bulge of his own crotch and licking his lips as he watched.

"Well... fuck. At least he's well-behaved. Fine. I'll take his ass, though." Rory's announcement came with him already undoing his belt.

"What? But I struck the bargain! And you got the ass last time!" The wolf behind him growled. Dog didn't stop nuzzling the first one's crotch, even if his ears did fold back a little. They were talking about him as if he wasn't even there and, though he understood it, a small part of him told him he should feel... other things.

"So? You can have his muzzle, you know that's just as good," Marv said behind him. Dog didn't have to look back to see he was already undressing as well.

"Fuck that! I want the ass this time!" The wolf in front of him growled right back, matching his companion's aggression. He pulled the front of his pants down without further ceremony, letting a half-hard, dark red, typical canine cock pop out alongside a heavy musk. The waistline of his pants was hooked underneath the grey wolf's considerably sized balls, leaving it all exposed for Dog, who winced at the strong smell of wolf.

"You're such a whimpering pup. Fine, fine, you can have it this time, but I'll get the next one." With that agreement, both wolves moved to switch places around him in the small space. On his way forward, Marv, the wolf that was behind him before, shoved Dog's head down so he was forced to be on all fours and as soon as he was in proper position, the wolf guard went down to his knees so that his crotch was on eye level with the collared wolf again. This one's cock was already fully hard, had a considerable size and the same amount of musk his companion had had. He took his shirt off as well, the heavy cotton, long-sleeved wolf guard uniform thrown aside like a rag to leave him just with the a short, thin undershirt.

"What are you stripping for? If anyone finds out we'll be in trouble!" The wolf that was behind him was the one complaining.

Dog looked up to see Marv's bare chest, broad chest, and nothing but a black, thick leather armband. It gave him a very soldier-like look, impressive for a guard, but meaning nothing to Dog.

"This thing is too fucking hot," the first wolf just growled. His companion wasn't that interested in it, he just let the matter drop. There were better things to focus on, apparently.

From behind, Dog felt his loincloth being pulled off, the strings undoing themselves quite easily. For some reason, he didn't feel like he was used to being naked between two wolves like this and, despite knowing and being proud of the fact that he was doing all of this for his master, he felt his face growing red in embarrassment. It didn't take long for the half-hard cock behind him to be rubbed over his hump, teasing his entrance. He could actually feel it hardening as the wolf did that.

"He's pretty hot, gotta admit that. Has some muscle, too. I bet they make him carry stuff around all day," the wolf behind him, Rory, commented. Marv grabbed him by the collar so he could lift his head and guide his nose towards his cock. The musk was hitting Dog hard, it wasn't a pleasurable one like the master's musk was, no. It was a deep, male scent of a fellow wolf and for some reason he couldn't place, smelling it was bothering him very much. It didn't matter, however. He couldn't let that get in the way of serving his master. Slowly, he gave a few initial, tentative licks to the wolf guard's cock, which brought a small groan of pleasure.

The wolf's hand kept toying with his collar a little, but it stopped once it felt the ring hanging from the buckle. His fingers went through it several times, Dog could feel it.

"What's this thing, little slave?" The wolf asked with a curious interest.

"It's... a magical item, sir," Dog said, lowering his ears. He hated the ring more than anything, but he didn't mind it when it made his master happy. He felt obligated to answer, however. He had to be a good slave, no matter what.

"Magic? How fucking fancy. What does it do?"

"Master puts it on my cock and it keeps me from cumming, sir," Dog asked, dutifully. That brought laughter from both wolves around him, filling him with even more embarrassment. The wolf's fingers touched the ring with new interest, feeling it up.

"You hear that, Rory? Maybe we should get you one of these so you can last longer inside the bitches," the first wolf said with a grin.

"Fuck you, Marv," the second one just replied, playfully.

The matter of the ring was quickly dropped afterwards. Already in position, both wolves took the time to enjoy themselves, one making sure he rubbed his hard member thoroughly against Dog's rump while holding his tail up with a paw and the other taking pleasure in directing how he was supposed to lick his cock, then his balls, then his cock again, then shove his tongue into his sheath a little to reach the growing knot...

The wolf behind him started the whole thing. Running out of patience for foreplay, there was little warning before Dog felt that thick red cock tip pressing against his entrance, and then pressing forward. The wolf took it slowly since he was using his own copious amount of precum as lube, but Dog was forced to grunt as inch after inch of wolf cock entered his tight tailhole, which was not used to these things.

"I can't remember the last slave I took that was so fuckin' tight," the wolf behind him commented, bringing a chuckle from the one in the front. The whole act and seeing Dog grunting while he took the length seemed to excite him, because while that was still happening the tip of his own cock pressed itself against the collared wolf's lips.

"Start sucking," he ordered, but he didn't really give Dog time to do more than open his muzzle. Unlike his companion, Marv didn't have to be careful due to the lack of proper lubrication. He shoved half of his length inside at once, grinding the musky member atop Dog's tongue, forcing his muzzle to open wider to accommodate the shaft and then kept going. The taste of cock flared up for Dog and a hidden sense of disgust came over him, the same one he always felt when he was pleasing, he remembered. He didn't like it, but even if it wasn't the master he was pleasing, Dog had to keep telling himself that him doing all of this would please him.

Those thoughts gave Dog renewed resolve to deal with both wolf cocks going in him. The wolf on the back stout to hilt him, bringing small muffled grunts and groans from Dog, while the one on the front wasn't satisfied with half of his hard length inside. He shoved more in, the tip reaching Dog's throat and instantly making him gag. The wolf was kind enough to retreat, just a little bit, but he laughed nonetheless.

"What the fuck? A slave that still gags on cock?" The comment brought some laughter from Rory behind him as well, who was panting in pleasure. The wolf had started pulling back and shoving it back in, giving Dog more to deal with.

"Maybe he's only sucked on small dicks so far," Rory suggested. It made Marv grin, Dog saw. The wolf in front of him shoved his dick forward once more, making him gag a little again and keeping him deep enough to be uncomfortable. Dog had to breath through his nose, the taste and smell of wolf filling both of his senses.

"Start sucking, slave. If I'm using the front end, I'm not the one who's gonna be doing the effort," the wolf ordered, his paw coming up behind Dog's head to make sure he kept himself with that cock deep into his muzzle. Despite the small tears of pure discomfort sprouting from Dog's eyes, he did his best to nod and mumble a muffled acknowledgement before he forced his tongue to start swirling around the wolf's member.

Meanwhile, the wolf behind him had started to work up a slow fucking rhythm. He still hadn't managed to hilt himself completely, but he seemed satisfied to bury his way inside little by little while he fucked. Having a cock going in and out his tailhole made Dog gasp every now and then, the pressure very much felt. It only got harder to deal with when Rory reached down to his own sheath, starting to grope and feel it. Dog's member wasn't hard, there was something extremely unpleasant about the whole thing that was keeping him from it, but through the pressure on his ass the tip of his member was showing. The wolf took advantage of that, pulling his sheath back so he could rub his cock slowly.

"The slave doesn't even get hard when he's serving his betters," Rory commented with a chuckle. "What's wrong, slave? Not into your fellow wolves' cock? Had too much dragon over the years?"

"What does it matter if he's hard or not?" Marv grunted from the front. The small groans the wolf kept letting out meant Dog's tongue was doing the right thing, at least.

"I like my slaves begging, that's all," the wolf replied. His hand started to stroke Dog's member, coaxing it out and successfully making it grow. It helped that it was in tandem with his own thrusts, the pleasure spots Dog barely even knew he had getting hit at the same time, hastening the hardening of his own member. It brought embarrassment to him as well, being handled like that, even if he wasn't sure why.

"Fuck that, you're weird," Marv huffed from the front. His paw over Dog's head went downwards, caressing his ears at first, then moving down to his neck to scratch the thick of his fur there. It was a nice gesture. The hand kept going until it found the thick leather collar. Those claws hooked themselves on it and, mindlessly, started playing with the leather while he enjoyed the slave's warm muzzle around his member.

"Fuck you." That was Rory's only response, and he didn't give up on making the slave as hard as he was. It took but minutes for him to be successful, and soon Dog's own cock was hard and straining, hanging between his legs and even going as far as drip down on the floor below as the wolf's hand had his whole length to work on even while he fucked. He was going deeper now, so much that Dog could feel his already grown knot bumping against his entrance with every thrust. It was still quite intense and, the more he kept speeding up, the harder it was to focus on the blowjob he was supposed to give at the same time.

Things were going well for Dog, despite everything. The pressure on his tailhole was too rough, the cock he was forced to suck pretty awful for him, but he kept thinking about his master, about how pleased he would be with him after the deed was done and that soothed him. By the way both wolves were huffing and groaning, he was doing everything right as well. Even the paw over his own member was moving with more vigor, apparently something the wolf enjoyed doing, so it made things a little easier. That went on, until suddenly, Dog gasped.

His perspective on everything changed. It was only for a moment, but it made his eyes go wide. It made his tailhole clench with discomfort, bringing a moan from the wolf behind him and it made him gag softly for the taste of wolf musk and precum alone, even though he'd had it in his muzzle for so long now. In his sudden clarity, despite the confusion, Dog- no, Emett realized it was because the the wolf in the front, Marv, had hooked a claw through his collar, pulling it down to keep him well into his cock and breaking some of the contact.

The wolf's head felt scrambled, at best. Conflicting thoughts and emotions rushed through him, but for once, he felt like his mind stood a fighting chance. He fought to keep himself well conscious and to take over, desperate to avoid the humiliation of what his other self was, and he succeeded, to an extent, though only enough to get himself to blush. Heavily. He could feel a cock drilling him from behind, the sensations alien to him. He could taste another male wolf, even feel his own tongue swirling around the length. It didn't feel like he'd taste anything else ever again. Worse yet, he found himself so hard. As the claws of the wolf fucking him went back and forth over his length, combined with all the pleasure spots the wolf kept hammering behind him, he felt himself leak. The whole thing was outrageous.

Emett wanted to growl and fight it. The simple thought that these guards from the wolf castle itself were fucking a slave to let a merchant in screamed against his sense of duty and, worse yet, HE was the slave!

It was enough. He'd stop it all. He planned on kicking the wolf behind him and taking hold of those disgusting, low hanging furry balls of the wolf in front of him. He was going to, but then he found that even though he wanted to move, he couldn't. He only went as far as making his claws twitch. The realisation of that fact came, but there was no time to ponder over the reasons for it. As quick as it came back, Emett felt his grasp slipping away, felt that strong presence overtaking him just because the wolf in front of him had decided to take his paw away from the collar and instead bring it up to the side of his head. Dog blinked, the feelings so weird, it was like he had spaced out for a moment and now everything was back in full strength.

Marv used his new hold over his head to keep his muzzle steady enough so he could hump deeper into it himself, despite his previous statement about not doing any of the work. It made Dog's eyes water and he had to make a genuine effort to keep his gagging in check. The wolf made a point to thrust in enough so that Dog could kiss the fully grown knot at its base that bumped right against his lips. His jaws felt sore, his tongue was tired of sucking, but he kept going. He had to.

Dog himself couldn't hold back from moaning. The paw working over his cock had taken upon assaulting his own grown knot, the most sensitive part by far, though in comparison the wolf seemed satisfied to keep fucking him in a slower pace, as if enjoying a savory meal. Though that knot was felt against his entrance when he went particularly deep, there was no active effort to push it in. Dog had to let his legs spread further. The wolf had found an angle that made each thrust caused his own member to jump and throb in connected pleasure and he probably realized it, because it kept happening.

"You look like you're already about to blow, Marv," the wolf behind said in what was clearly a tone of mocking. That alone made the the wolf that was pretty much fucking his muzzle slow down at once, giving Dog some breathing room.

"W-wha? No.. no. 'Course not.. I'm just giving the slut a good taste," Marv replied, panting himself. Dog could feel, and taste, how excited the wolf was and he knew that wasn't true, but after the taunt the wolf slowed down considerably, going back to letting Dog do the sucking work.

"Uhuh. Right. You were gonna blow it like a pup fucking his first slut." Dog could picture the grin over Rory's face from the tone alone.

"Shut the fuck up, Rory," the wolf in the front growled. He retreated his cock so that only half of it was left in Dog's muzzle, clearly to cool down a little. It made Dog's ears sprawl back. He just wanted to finish them and go back to his master. He could see his own drool coating the dark red member, running down to the engorged, oversized knot.

"You know who's gonna blow here? The slave. Think my fucking is a little too much for him. He feels like he's about to cum from it." Rory made his point by giving Dog's knot a squeeze, which in turn made him moan involuntarily. It was true. Dog felt somewhat close to cumming himself, but it was only because the wolf had been working him over the whole time. Marv, however, leaned to the side enough to see his own cock hanging between his legs, a small pool of precum on the floor.

"Damn. You're right. What a fucking slut. Oh, oh! I know! Give his cock a smack or two. That always calms them down." Marv was grinning as he suggested that and Dog's ears folded themselves back further. What did that even mean? In an effort to counter that, he did all he could. He pressed his tongue against the wolf's tip, trying to please him to be merciful.

"A smack? What kind of kinky shit is that?" Rory's aversion to it brought Dog some relief. He sucked harder on the cock in front of him and also felt glad that the wolf behind him had stopped with all the talk, too, even if he had halted the fucking with his cock almost fully buried inside the slave.

"Yeah, a smack. Whipping works well. Uhh.."

Dog's eyes went up to see Marv looking around, searching for something. He found it looking down at Dog himself. A sense of urgency came over the wolf when Marv reached down to undo the buckle of his collar and, in a quick movement, pulled it off. Dog's eyes went wide. His muzzle stopped, still with that cock buried into it, and he felt his entire world shift at once with the magic of the collar gone completely.

"Here, use this to whip it," Marv said with excitement over him, handing over the collar. From the opened buckle, the silver ring fell down to the ground with a clink, followed by a curse from the wolf holding the leather.

"I'm not gonna fucking whip him. You keep your kinky shit to yourself," Rory just said, rejecting it. "It's fun when they're hard and needy anyways, it makes them more obedient."

Marv dropped the collar and let it fall down to the floor, growling a little.

"As if that wasn't kinky, either. You know what? Fuck that. I guess it's not good to damage dragon property anyways," the wolf just growled. He wasted no more time. He took hold of the slave's now bare neck and pulled his head down again, enough to choke and gag him on wolf cock again. The wolf behind him resumed his fucking, too, just grunting in response. Both seemed angry with each other and both took it out on the slave, the fucking rougher than it had been before on both sides.

Emett was struggling hard with his own thoughts. It all had come back rushing to him again and he was just picking himself together when he was forced to gag on a cock. The wolf coughed a little, but Marv paid little mind to it this time, instead just making sure to grind his cock against his tongue, enforcing the taste upon him.

Emett's outrage was quicker to come this time. He wanted to fucking bite down on that disgusting cock. He was pretty sure he could take on both of these wolves at once, especially if he took them by surprise, but as soon as he decided to act on it, to put a stop to the taste of cock, to the wolf pounding his ass like some female bitch, to the claw still teasing his cock against his will, he once again found it wasn't as easy as he had thought.

This time, Emett managed to curl his paw into fist, but yet he couldn't move. He just couldn't. And yet, without his consent, his tongue kept lapping, pressing against, caressing the cock inside his muzzle the whole time. It didn't take much rational thought for him to realize it must have been the harness that was still well over his chest that kept the enchantment going. He could feel Dog there. He felt his thoughts of sex, thoughts of master... no, Arkon, jumping to his mind all the time. Without the collar, the items retained only part of the control, but it was still enough. Emett hated it. If he could only move his paw, take the harness away, then he could...

Emett himself had to moan involuntarily. The wolf behind him thrust into him hard and, at the same time, took his knot into a grip again, squeezing it. Now that he had most of his mind back, the wolf blushed. He didn't want to be aroused in such a situation! That helped control it, to an extent, but he couldn't deny the pleasure of that paw, the mixed feelings coming from the rough fucking.

Rory, the wolf behind him, reached down to his member once more, which only enraged Emett further, but there was nothing he could do about it. He hated how much those claws running through his hard, knotted length made him tremble with pleasure. Hated just how close he felt from cumming. If the situation wasn't so off-putting to him, he was sure he might have cum already. The cock going into him had a wide knot bumping against his tailhole with each thrust, the wolf growing more excited by the second and, in tandem with that, the stroking grew faster as well. It reached a point where Emett was sure he was about to cum, but the long grunt he let out, even muffled by cock as it was, gave it away. The wolf stopped, but a few small seconds later he continued once more.

Marv, on the front, was having his own hard time to keep himself from blowing, too. He wanted to wait, apparently, because more often than not he actually pushed Emett's muzzle back to slow down the sucking. The bound wolf wanted to retreat, to growl and curse, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get himself to do it. The heightened arousal wasn't helping either. He just wanted it all to be over. The wolf behind him took obvious pleasure from teasing him. He wouldn't stop, but Emett felt so close. The wolf was starting to get hesitant on teasing him because he noticed that.

"Fuck... his muzzle is really good," the first wolf panted.

"It looks like he really loves serving us," the second one said with a snicker. "I think that if I touch his dick just a little more he's already gonna blow. Before either of us!"

That brought a chuckle from the wolf in the front as well. Emett lifted his eyes to see him looking around, until his ears perked up.

"Oh, I know how to solve your problem."

Emett's ears went down looking at the grin. He found out what that meant soon enough, and it terrified him. Marv was holding the silver ring that had fell down when they took the collar out. Emett's efforts to pull away, to stop all of this doubled inside his mind, but his tongue still kept caressing the damned wolf's cock slowly, just like Dog would, even if he did manage to lower his ears in fear.

"Hey, nice! The slave said it kept people from cumming. How'd you think it works?"

Marv turned the ring back and forth on his paw, made of smooth silver. Emett had hope they would give up, specially when he felt claws trailing through the underside of his knot, making him tremble with unwanted pleasure.

"I can't figure it out," the guard finally said. Emett felt some relief, but it was very short-lived, because the wolf offered him the ring instead. "You do it, slave. Put it on yourself, like your master probably does."

Emett's reactive thoughts, his mind, everything in himself screamed 'no', and yet he found himself lifting a paw so he could pick up the ring. He felt his heart racing, felt panic surging inside him. No. No!! His paw took the ring and trailed down. Twice he managed to make his paw hesitate, to stop for a quick second, but it was hopeless. He felt an urge to obey the order deep down, but it was buried behind his hatred for the ring, and yet he couldn't stop himself. His paw reached his own member, feeling up the tip, the whole length slick with precum. All that Emett managed was a soft whimper when he felt the cold metal of the silver ring sliding down his length. Just like the previous times, it slid down easily and still felt tight, as if its size adjusted to the wolf's cock, and as soon as it reached the big bulb that was his expanded knot, Emett felt as if it suddenly heated up. He knew the signs, he knew the damn thing would be working, and it filled him with dread.

"That's it?" The wolf behind him was the one asking, pausing his fucking so that he could trail his fingers alongside Emett's cock and feel the ring. The movement alone made him shiver. "He really can't cum now? Bullshit."

"Test it out. It's dragon stuff, it must be good stuff," the other wolf replied. He seemed ready to take on more muzzle, because he sank his cock further in. Emett's jaws felt so very sore.

"With pleasure," Rory said, behind him. Emett could just picture the bastard grinning. He positioned himself, the cock inside the bound wolf's tailhole moving and making him grunt, so he could start thrusting again and, at the same time, stroke the wolf's cock just like he had at the beginning.

Emett had to moan right away. The levels of stimulation rose considerably and as close as he was, as much as he hated to admit it, he was going to cum. Or he would, if he could. It took but a minute of the treatment for him to feel himself drawing into that edge, that hateful, horrible feeling of being a half-second from cumming and not being able to reach it. And yet, the wolf didn't stop. If anything, he was going harder. The wolf was adamant on finishing it, Emett realized, and Rory's efforts behind him spurred Marv on as well, for he started thrusting into that muzzle, as if he suddenly decided he wanted to cum as well.

Emett was forced to pretty much kiss the knot in front of him, but it was the one behind him that worried him. He could feel Rory actively trying to push it in, but it was too big! Emett had never taken a knot before, dragons didn't have one. It terrified him. He wanted to keep his pride, but the lust was driving him insane with the damned ring. Every thrust from the wolf behind him, every stroke of those fingers over his cock made him swear he was going to cum, and yet it never came. It just didn't. He found his thoughts scrambled, found himself wanting to be able to control his damn arms just so he could pull that ring off of his cock and just cum already, despite the shame, despite the situation, despite everything.

He was forced to endure some good ten minutes of that, which to him seemed like an eternity. Finally, Marv, on the front, lost it first. The moment he felt that cock throbbing against his tongue he knew what was going to happen. Emett's mind focused on that, an immense urge to pull back in disgust came over him, but he did no such thing. No, he kept his tongue swirling against the underside of that cock as it bursted, rope after rope of wolf cum coming to coat the inside of his muzzle with the white, sticky and salty substance. Emett's eyes teared up in sheer disgust for having another male's seed inside his muzzle, but his tongue just kept working without his consent.

"Fuuuuuuck... yeah... swallow it all, keep it up, slave," the wolf just ordered, panting with his tongue out and actual drops of drool falling over Emett's head. The bound wolf felt rage swelling inside him, but he couldn't help it. He closed his muzzle tight around the wolf's cumming member and swallowed. One gulp, two gulps, three gulps, all of them felt heavy and humiliating, until the wolf's cock was spent and happy.

All of that was hard to focus on entirely. The wolf behind him had a good grip on Emett's hip. The stroking over his cock had diminished as Rory focused on his own pleasure more and more, but the stimulation from that cock coming in and out fast was enough to keep Emett well on the edge. The pressure of that knot was coming again and again, stronger each time.

It came as a surprise for Emett. In a particularly strong thrust, he suddenly felt his tailhole expanding hurtfully as the knot finally pushed past his resistance. It brought a high-pitched whimper from him, not expecting it, which made the wolf in the front laugh even while he pulled his spent cock from inside the wolf's maw, a strand of sticky cum connecting them both and lingering.

A few short thrusts later with that knot inside him and he felt his tailhole getting filled with warm cum as well. It felt even more humiliating than having it down his throat somehow, to have another male cum inside him, knot him like a bitch. The wolf behind him let out a stifled moan while his cock throbbed and his knot expanded, locking them together for a while, but in his excitement he also reached down to squeeze Emett's knot as well. It made the bound wolf jump, made his ass clench around that pulsing cock, made him whimper in unfulfilled need and lust.

By the end of it, Emett felt like collapsing. He just wanted to lie down and jerk off until he freaking cummed. To get rid of the pressure spreading his tailhole open, hell, to punch both of these corrupt wolves in their fucking muzzles. Marv, in front of him, cleaned his spent cock on the short fur of Emett's muzzle. He wanted to growl, wanted to pull away, but not even that he managed to do. He felt a few tugs on the knot stuck inside him, which in turn made him groan, but there was no pulling out on that side for a while. The first guard noticed that too, just as he was grabbing his discarded uniform from the floor.

"Fuck, Rory! What the hell? What made you think it was a good idea to KNOT him? We don't have time to wait for your cock!"

More tugging came with that scolding, making Emett's groans come higher. Though Rory was no longer actively stroking him, his paw was still gripping Emett's denied member, grasping his knot in a way that was just at least enough to keep him desperate to hump against it.

"S-sorry, I couldn't resist," the wolf replied with a low voice.

"Well, you better find a way to pull out and soon! He's dragon property! Dragon! And he's waiting outside!"

It was the wolf knotted to Emett's turn to growl.

"So what if he's a dragon? He's just a merchant! In fact, the fact that he's a fucking lizard should make us wanna make him wait more! What the fuck is wrong with you these days? You used to badmouth dragons left and right and now you keep acting like a bitch towards them!"

The wolf's anger made the grip on Emett's knot get tighter, which made him whimper with need. He did thrust against that hand very softly. He didn't want to, he really didn't. It was humiliating, disgraceful, dishonorable, but he just needed to cum so badly. The cock stuck deep inside him was very much felt as well, only making things harder on him.

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Marv just growled back. "I'm gonna go make an excuse to the dragon, you better bring that slave out there quick or else I'm gonna come back here and punch you in the fucking nuts until you get soft."

Something in the wolf's threat seemed very real and it did shut Rory up. Emett just heard the small wooden door opening and getting slammed shut behind them. As soon as it did, a more urgent sort of tugging over that knot started to come, which made the bound wolf grunt this time. It was just too big to come out.

"Fucking Marv. Fucking slave. Will you stop clenching so much on my cock? My knot will never go away like this!"

Emett wanted to talk, now that his muzzle wasn't full of cock. He opened his muzzle several times to do it, but he couldn't get the words he wanted to say out. Every time he tried, he found himself stuck on his words, holding back on them. It must have been the harness, the fucking harness. All he managed to keep doing was pant and stammer some pathetic whimper-like sounds.

"What's wrong, slave? You wanna cum? Is that it? Wanna cum with a wolf cock stuck in you? Will that stop your fucking clenching?" Alongside the words of mockery, Rory's paw came down to give Emett's cock proper attention once again. It took but a few seconds of active stroking to get him back on his edge, to get him to moan involuntarily and close his eyes with how much pleasure went through his body while at the same time gritting his teeth in frustration for the orgasm that wouldn't come.

"Fuck, that's hot. Seeing you whimper like that almost makes me want to fuck you again," the wolf just muttered, growling with lust himself. "Marv is probably out there kissing that dragon's feet like a bitch, though, and he'd kill me..."

The paw that wasn't stroking Emett's cock vigorously placed itself right over his rump. It pulled him forward while Rory pulled back, tugging that stuck knot hard and making both wolves grunt. The pressure on his tailhole hurt, yet the wolf didn't stop stroking him at the same time. Emett let out a whimper when more tugging came, but finally he gave up, at least for the time being.

"Fuck. Stop clenching so much! You wanna cum? Fine!"

There was no ceremony or anything of the sort. Rory found the silver ring around the wolf's cock and pulled it off, as easily as it had come in. Apparently only the one that was wearing it couldn't pull it out, after all. The moment it hit the floor again, Emett felt a rush over his cock, almost like a breeze going through it. The sensation of freedom was amazing. Rory barely had to reach down for his knot again. The tugging over his tailhole, the built up pressure from all the time stuck on the edge threw Emett right over it. No matter how much his face burned in embarrassment over what he was doing, the grey wolf started cumming, his seed hitting the floor with a loud, strong splat sound, rope after rope of wolf cum joining all the pre that had dripped down there.

"Fuuuck...! So much clenching!" Rory complained behind him, grunting. He tugged harder and harder, making Emett whimper even through the rush of his orgasm and in one of the strong tugs, the knot popped out of him. It gave the wolf's orgasm a different sort of intensity. Emett collapsed down, belly fur touching the pool of cum on the ground even as his cock spasmed the last remnants and his orgasm turned into an afterglow filled with incredible shame and a sense of defeat. His tailhole was still aching, hurtful after taking so much pleasure and feeling stretched, empty. He could feel wolf cum slowly dripping out of it as well, which only made things worse.

He was too stunned to try and move for a few seconds, but before he could react, Rory was closing the collar around his neck again. A sense of extreme urgency washed over Emett and he scrambled up back to all fours, eyes going wide. The collar couldn't come back! That was all he had time to think, though, because the buckles closed and he felt his mind getting foggy, slipping away and giving way to the magic he hated so much. Even the ring was there, hanging from the buckle again.

Dog was picked up by his scruff and forced to stand up, his loincloth was pushed against his hands in a small ball of cloth and he was forced to walk out of the door with his hard, knotted cock still jutting from between his legs and fur matted with cum, making everything that had happened extremely obvious, but his tail wagged thinking about that. It would only prove to his master that he had been a good boy, after all.