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Okay, so, I wound up making a second chapter! And I'm really pleased with it. A lot of world building, and I'm eager to see where I might take this in the future! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Special thanks to Blackstone for for inspiration/motivation to do another chapter

Proofread by SkyWing

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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Stretching his whole body from his balled fists to his splayed his toes, Malone let out a cartoonishly loud yawn, feeling absolutely wonderful. His worries had all vanished, nothing left behind to bother him. Opening his eyes as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, he gazed out into the starry sky surrounding him on all sides, extending out into the infinite. The only thing he could hear was the gentle hum of the universe itself, pleasantly droning as if to keep him at ease. Letting his muscular legs dangle over the edge of the cloud he was floating upon, he let a hand wander down to his sheath, stroking his fingerpads over his fat, fully-erect cock.

Everything felt so wonderful, so perf-

"Wakey wakey!" a joyful voice cried out, ripping him right out of his lovely dream.

In an instant, that beautiful sky shattered into a million pieces, twinkling like glitter as they faded into nothing but a few half-remembered images. Shaking off his residual sleepy haziness, Malone reached down to paw at his crotch, letting out a dejected whine when his fingerpads only met the cold, unyielding metal still encasing his sheath. The feeling of stroking his freed erection, his knot fully formed pulsing against his fist, was nothing more than another teasing fantasy. His involuntary attempts at stiffening up through morning wood were almost painful, not remotely enough to fight against his tortuous little cage.

"How did you enjoy sleeping in your master's bed?" Jakob asked. Holding one hand behind his back, he leaned down, going nose to nose with the groggy malamute. "Wonderful, yes? Consider that a special privilege, so long as you keep me pleased, of course!" he chuckled, tousling the unkempt headfur between his pet's ears before standing up to present the metal bowl he was hiding behind his back. "But that's a concern for later! For now, I went ahead and prepared your breakfast! I hope you like steak and eggs!"

Blinking, the wafting smell of the steaming food struck Malone's noise, immediately making his stomach grumble with desire. "...Thank you," he eventually said, shakily reaching out to take the bowl only for it to be snatched away at the last moment.

"Thank you, whom?" An inch of Jakob's tongue peeked out past his grin as he held the bowl close to his chest, angling it so his pet could just barely see the delicious, steaming contents.

Malone squinted, shaking his head, slowly working the last remnants of dream-addled haze from his mind. Sighing, he mumbled out a weary, "Thank you... master..."

"You are very welcome, pup!" Taking a step back, Jakob made a show of placing the bowl on the floor, then stood upright, sweeping his arms out in a flourish. "Dig in!"

Disappointed, if not exactly surprised by the act, Malone sat up, staring at his master with a visible combination of despair and disgust. "Do I..." he trailed off, nervously slouching down, wringing his hands. "Why do I need to eat on the floor?"

"Because you're my pet, yes? And pets eat on the floor! I can't spoil you TOO much, after all!"

"I..." Malone stopped himself, feeling another growling protest rumble out from his belly. He rubbed his hand over his stomach fur, a bit confused to find no evidence of lingering crustiness or stickiness left behind after his pent-up geyser of cum the previous night.

"I took the liberty of cleaning your fur!" Jakob proudly exclaimed as if reading his pet's mind. "You needn't worry! Now eat up, we have a busy day ahead of us!"

No matter how uneasy the situation made him, Malone couldn't help but be enticed by his second genuine meal since his ordeal began. In retrospect, the last meal of his old life being a cobb salad was nothing short of a tremendous disappointment.

Reluctantly, he slid off the edge of the bed, landing on his knees atop the fluffy shag carpet. He fell forward, dropping to all fours, digging into the tender steak and perfectly prepared eggs. The yolks were just a little runny, exactly how he liked them. Whether the wolf had some way of knowing his secret likes and dislikes, or if it was merely a coincidence, it hardly mattered. He was too lost in devouring his magnificent breakfast to grant it any further concern.

As Jakob watched his pet enjoy his breakfast, a small chime rang out from the other side of the room, barely audible over the frenzied sounds of chewing and gulping. Curiously strolling over to his communications console, he opened the door to his pneumatic tube delivery transporter and retrieved the red plastic canister that had arrived.

After watching the attached holographic message from Mr. Kalvin, explaining his request, Jakob popped the canister open, sliding a long, thin, metallic rod out into his palm. Shrugging, he sent back a response of, "I'll get it done later," and slipped the rod into his pocket.

Strolling back to rejoin his pet, he was pleased to see that the mildly panting malamute had finished eating, and was leaning against the bed, contentedly rubbing his belly. "Alright, Malone, follow me!" he said, walking up to one of the walls and giving it tap, causing a hidden door to whoosh open. "It's time we get you ready to go out!"

"What?" Malone replied, wiping his mouth on the black fur of his arm. "We're... going out? Where?..."

"Oh, it's a surprise! Someplace nice where I can show off my precious pup!"

Malone had no idea what, exactly, the crazed maned wolf had in mind, but he knew he didn't want to find out either. His mind wandered back to his time in the harvesting room, shuddering at the thought of going through that hell while caged. "Don't... aren't you the... the captain? Don't you have to do... captain stuff?" With any luck, maybe that could get some alone time. He sincerely doubted it would work, but he was willing to try anything.

"No, no, not really, no. While we're in orbit here, the science caste is taking care of day-to-day operations, so we're more or less free to have lots of fun together! Isn't that wonderful?" Ignoring the resulting whimper from the malamute, he patted his thigh as he walked through the door, beckoning him to follow.

Nervously, Malone crawled after the wolf, entering into a small, featureless white room, containing nothing but a opaque, black device completely covering one of the side walls. On closer inspection, he could make out a pair of doors in front, giving the shiny device - or rather, chamber - the appearance of a stand-up freezer, only vastly more advanced. He could feel his heart beating faster when the wolf opened the doors and gestured for him to step inside. Holding himself back, he shook his head, too terrified to cross the threshold.

"No no, don't worry, Malone! This is nothing bad! At all!" Jakob said, continuing to smile at his frightened pet. "I promise! In fact, while in this room, you are permitted to stand! Now get inside!

"I..." Malone trailed off, pressing back against the wall.

"You don't want to be a bad dog, do you?"

Malone's knees buckled as a sharp gasp escaped his lips, a flashbulb memory of certain latex-encased doberman burning hot in his mind. "N-n-no..." he stuttered, burying that image as quickly as he could. Supporting himself by leaning with his shoulders against the wall, he slowly rose to his feet. Holding his hands in close to his chest, he took a couple of shaky steps forward, warily entering the mysterious chamber.

The simple act of standing felt unpleasantly strange after spending so much time on all fours, though that mild awkwardness was soon forgotten, replaced by the sound of the doors slamming shut behind him. He spun around, disoriented by the darkness, desperately pleading, yelping to get out.

"One moment, be calm!" Jakob said, scratching his chin. A tap to one of the doors brought up a holographic screen featuring several buttons, a text readout, and a section for preview wireframes. He repeated tapped a down arrow, reading through several options until picking one out. "Hmm, let's try this!" he said, tapping the wireframe image of a business suit.

All at once, the empty darkness of the chamber erupted with a bright red light. Malone screwed his eyes shut tight, still able to see red through his eyelids. He began to feel bizarrely itchy, his fur tingling with something similar to pins and needles. Suddenly, the itchiness fell away, replaced with an odd, if comfortable tightness. As quickly as it had started, the process ended, the light turned off, and, moments later, the chamber reopened. Stumbling outside, he rubbed his eyes, waiting for the blurry, colorful dots to go away.

"Oh, yes yes! Wonderful! Look at my handsome doggy!" Jakob shouted, clasping his hand together. He turned to tap the wall opposite the chamber, causing a full-body mirror to slide down from the ceiling.

His vision returning, Malone took a fearful glance at the mirror, gasping at the sight of himself decked out in sharp, fashionable black silk suit, complete with a red tie and white pocket square. He hadn't worn a real suit since his brother's wedding, and that was a crappy rental. This... This was something he couldn't even dream of affording back home. It even fit his over-sized, muscular build perfectly! Almost like a second skin! And it just materialized out of nothing! Totally engrossed by his reflection, he was startled when the wolf continued speaking.

"Yes! This will be perfect for the celebratory banquet back home! Or any other formal events, for that matter! You will look absolutely handsome!" Jakob nodded, then shook his head. "But it is not suitable for today. Back inside, my pet!"

Though he was truly disheartened to lose his new suit - the first thing aboard that ship that had made him feel like a person instead of a beast - he nevertheless followed his orders, returning to the chamber. With another series of button presses from the wolf, the chamber's light briefly flashed on again, with the doors reopening soon after. Malone stumbled back out, this time confronted with his reflection wearing a uniform similar to the wolf's, only a dull, lifeless gray instead of a rich, royal blue. Unlike the suit, the the uniform's crotch was stretched taut, held fast against his body. Every shift he made rubbed against his cage, sending a twitch of frustrated pain radiating throughout his body.

"Aw, look at that! A dog wearing one of our uniforms! He thinks he's wolves!" Jakob descended into laughter, while his pet was having a hell of a time keeping himself from growling. "Even the uniform of a servile looks silly on you!" He sighed, giving a slight, additional chuckle. "But, no, no, also not for today. That will be wonder for around the room though! Very pretty!" A devilish, particularly toothy grin crept across his muzzle. "Hm... pretty... Yes, I have the perfect idea! Back inside!"

Sighing, Malone obeyed, returning to the chamber to await his next costume change. After yet another flash, he reemerged from the chamber, now wearing a sky-blue, feminine, low-cut dress top, with a matching skirt flowing down to his knees. Even though he was pleased that the tightness around his crotch was gone, he was utterly horrified to see himself in such a humiliating getup. He barely kept himself from outright snarling, balling his hands into fists.

"Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! Look at my pretty little pup! Yes yes, I think we have-"

"No!" Malone shouted, shivering with anger. "This-this is the last straw! You can't make me wear this!" Biting his lip, he silenced himself, taking a deep breath to calm down. "Please, it's too much... just let me have some dignity..."

Jakob went totally silent, merely raising an eyebrow at his defiant pet. At no point did his smile drop, though as the tips of his razor-sharp fangs poked out from under his lips, there was a palpable undercurrent of menace. "Okay, Malone. If this upsets you so much, perhaps for today, we can settle for something more subtle. Get back inside."

Thoroughly unsettled by the wolf's slight shift in demeanor, Malone lowered his ears and did as he was told, pleased to be rid of the horrid excuse for clothing. He waited for the familiar red flash, rushing back out the instant it was over. Much to his dismay, he hadn't exactly been given something more dignified, of even something different. He was still in the same dress, only it now lacked a top, and the skirt stopped at the tops of his thighs, just shy of hiding his metal-covered genitals. A flowing blue ribbon had also been added, tied to the tip of his tail, somehow far more humiliating than the simple skirt.

"Is this more to your liking?" Jakob asked, licking his lips at the sight of the barely clothed malamute.

"Wh... no! This, I'm a guy! I can't wear this!" Malone shouted back in a terrified rage. He was about to tear the ribbon off his tail when the wolf placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Leave it." Jakob said, his eyes narrowed to slits. His smile only grew wider, the exposed, razor-sharp teeth seeming to grow longer alongside it.

Though the wolf showed no signs of open hostility, there was something about his placid reaction that shook Malone to his very core. The command collar wasn't at all necessary to make him freeze in place.

"I was going to save this for another time, as you were being so good up until now." Nodding slightly, Jakob pulled the rod out of his pocket and tapped it against his open palm. "But I see I need to remind you of your exact position here." Walking to the back of the cramped room, he tapped the wall, causing another hidden door to appear and whoosh open. "Follow me," he said, beckoning for his pet to follow.

Without any hesitation, Malone shuffled along behind him, entering a new, pitch black mystery room. As he passed through the doorway, he dropped to his knees. As the wolf had declared, the collar removed his ability to walk upright outside that little pseudo-closet. Awkwardly crawling onward, barely able to see the wolf through the darkness, he noted that this was the first room he'd been that wasn't lit up with that gratingly omnipresent white, fluorescent glow. He sniffed at the air, not liking the grating smells of latex and stone striking his senses.

Snapping his fingers, Jakob triggered a set of wall sconces to ignite, filling the sprawling room with a yellowish, flickering candlelight. "Welcome to my playroom," he said, turning to face his pet.

Whimpering, Malone found himself wishing the lights were left off. The sights he now beheld were that of a medieval torture chamber, or perhaps dungeon, down to the cold, stone walls, any number of torture devices, and dozens of neatly organized cabinets filled with ropes, whips, restraints, and toys. He could only readily identify a handful of the larger torture devices; most were a bizarre mishmash of ancient and futuristic, made of wood, leather, and metal, while still covered in complicated circuitry and screens. He couldn't help but find the stretching rack particularly terrifying, not to mention a birdcage - big enough to hold a full-sized dog with its knees pressed up to its chest sitting inside it - hanging from the ceiling in the corner. Underneath the birdcage, several large, metal-wired crates sat against the wall next to a pair of wooden stocks, all showing signs of repeated use from some point in the past.

"As you can imagine," Jakob said, startling his pet, "over the decades... centuries... millennia... what-have-you... I've developed a number of, let's say, unconventional interests, yes?" He picked out a set of four glowing leather cuffs from a cabinet, tossing them to the dog. "Normally, I would vent those interests on the servile caste, but now that I have you, they are no longer necessary. Oh, and put on the cuffs."

As fearful as he was regarding the purpose of the cuffs, Malone was utterly cowed by his short time in that horrific room. His hands shaking, he put on each cuff, each one automatically tightening once in place.

"In fact," Jakob continued, "now that we have dogs, the servile caste is essentially obsolete. Most of their number are being funneled into new castes, and many of them are very reluctant to leave their roles. Very strange, yes? To love being a bound, tortured fucktoy that much? No matter, the upswing to this is that, should you disobey me, in any capacity, EVER, it will take very little to convince me to take you back here and show you why the walls are soundproofed." He paused to watch his pet's eyes widen, giving his threat ample time to sink in. "But you aren't going to be disobedient, are you?" he continued, cheerfully perking up. "No, of course not! You're my good little pup! And I'm going to treat you as well as you deserve, maybe even giving you a bone now and then!" He squatted down, resting his forearms on his knees, and tapped a claw against the dog's caged sheath. "You would like that, yes?"

Malone, scarcely needing to think it over, furiously nodded his agreement. He had to hide a wince after hearing the term 'good little pup,' knowing full well that the wolf avoided his exact pleasure keyphrase on purpose. Regardless, between that and the promise of freedom for his dick, he was far more willing to play along.

"Wonderful!" Jakob exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Although, don't be too happy yet. There is still the matter of punishment for your earlier disobedience." He touched one of the dog's new cuffs, and, all at once, all four of them lit up with a dull green glow. Gesturing toward the ceiling, he sent the ankle-cuffs flying up into the air.

Yelping, Malone promptly found himself pulled up off the floor, hanging upside-down, his ankles forcibly spread by their hovering restraints while the wrist-cuffs pinned his arms behind his back. He struggled as best as he could, accomplishing little more than swaying back and forth, shouting a desperate, rambling, largely incomprehensible plea for help.

"Technically, this is just an additional test Mr. Kalvin asked me to perform, but, as you will find, it should suffice as a punishment." Pulling the malamute's tail down over the upside-down, dangling miniskirt, Jakob placed the tip of the rod upon the exposed tailhole. He firmly pushed the smooth length of metal through the clenching rim, not stopping until everything but the last inch had been inserted, then gave the exposed end a slight tap.

Letting out one long groan at he was violated by the ice-cold tool, Malone was grateful that it was at least on the thin side, no thicker than a roll of pennies. For a punishment, it seemed oddly light, especially after all that posturing, but he wasn't about to complain. After everything he'd been through, getting his temperature taken, or whatever this new test was, was a walk in the-

He stopped.

The rod was... moving. And the wolf was standing a short distance away, smiling, watching with his arms crossed. The rod was moving on its own!

No. Wait. It wasn't moving, Malone realized. It was growing wider!

The rod, it's process started by the wolf's tap, had split lengthwise into four quadrants, a white glow shining out from the opened center. A crisscrossing set of light constructs in the middle began slowly, steadily pushing the four pieces apart, growing wider and wider, and wider still, spreading the dog's rectum along with them.

Malone, struggling helplessly as he dangled upside-down, clenched his teeth as his ass was stretched open, choking out something between a whine and a pained, muffled howl. His toes splaying as he flailed about, he was desperate to shake the thing loose, no matter how deep it was embedded. Far too quickly, the device grew to the size of his master's knot, then kept going to the size of the great dane's knot - to his knowledge, the upper bound of what he could conceivably handle - and to his disbelief, kept on going for several more seconds.

Squealing and whining, he thrashed relentlessly, unable to suppress the tears forming in his eyes. It was the single worst pain he had ever felt in his life. He was being torn apart, he knew it. The pain of the stretching was somehow made even worse by the cool air rushing inside his impossibly large gape. His eyes shot open, feeling a palm gently stroking along the silky smooth fur on his back, between his shoulders.

"Yes, yes, I know, it hurts. We've all been through this one at some point." Jakob looked up at the ceiling, briefly lost in thought. "Although, granted, the last time for me was over a thousand years ago."

Malone whimpered, not at all reassured by that fact. Or the fact that the wolf had taken the opportunity to slip his growing erection out of his uniform, swaying the pointed tip inches from his nose. Inundated with the scent of the wolf's musky cockflesh, he leaned back, shying away, turning his head to get some small bit of distance. At the same time, he was relieved that the device had stopped growing, seemingly just shy of splitting him down the middle. Fruitlessly, he clenched down around the agonizing intrusion, not even wanting to know how large it had actually gotten inside him, or what lasting effects it might have on his poor ass.

Undeterred by his pet's reluctance, Jakob pumped his hips, tapping the top of the dangling dog's nose with his pointed cock tip, further bathing him with his scent. Whistling in awe at the beautiful, cavernous hole opened before him, he massaged his pet's dangling balls, occasionally teasing the cage through the taut scrotum. He stroked a finger along the reddened, stretched rim between the split rod pieces, increasingly desperate to get that hot mouth wrapped around his cock. "The device needs a little longer to finish its scan," he said, insistently prodding the dog's mouth, "this will go much better if you suck master off like a good dog would, yes?"

Gasping, Malone shuddered, clenching his toes, his cage abuzz with pleasure. His keyphrase bringing back his much needed state of pleasured euphoria, he gladly took the first several inches of his master's shaft into his salivating mouth. The pain in his rear turning to pleasure, he bobbed his head, sucking his master off while humping at the air. His own cock trapped, needily throbbing in its prison, he was a long way from a climax of his own, but with the device crushing against his prostate, filling his tailhole up to its limit, he was drooling pre-cum like a faucet.

Jakob let out a pleasured sigh, loving the warm moistness of his pet's maw. Granted, while the malamute had a ways to go before he could easily swallow the 14-inch length, knot and all, Jakob was more than happy to grab fistfuls of his pet's cheek tufts and fuck his mouth, pounding repeatedly against the back of his throat.

Doing his part, Malone pursed his lips, sucking on the thrusting length, hoping that if he managed to get his master off and get treated to his cum, he must just earn another 'good dog'. Having completely forgotten all of his pain, he gleefully ran his broad tongue all over that wonderful prick, not even noticing when the rod let out a shrill beep, and all four pieces shot back together, fusing to a single piece with a quiet click.

Continuing to fuck his pet's mouth, Jakob let go of one of the cheek tufts, and used his free hand to remove, then toss away the completed rod. Licking his lips as he gazed deep inside his pet's ass, he shoved most of his hand into the gaping hole, roughly shoving his fingerpads against the slick, stretchy walls until finding the prostate.

Completely as a reflex, Malone belted a muffled howl out around the hot, pounding mouthful. With some effort, he managed to suck in the final couple of inches until reaching the knot. He gave the fat, fleshy bulb a pleasant kiss as he sucked for dear life, keeping it secure in the confines of his mouth for a few wonderful moments. Not that his master minded. If anything, the wolf was elated by the fast improvement.

Gritting his teeth, Jakob wrenched his length away from the powerful suction in order to resume his thrusting. He continued to give his pet a four-fingered prostate massage as he felt the telltale rush of his approaching climax. After hammering at the back of the malamute's throat several more times, he threw his head back in a full howl. Holding completely still, his cock embedded deep inside his pet's maw, he unleashed a torrent of cum straight down - or rather, up - his throat.

Swallowing as fast as he could, Malone couldn't stop several fat globs of the sticky fluid from escaping past his lips. His throbbing, leaking cage had dripped down, soaking his belly and the front of his skirt, leaving behind a damp, dark-blue mess. He was on the very precipice of his own orgasm, thrusting his ass up against those rough, probing fingers, but his state of pure euphoria was fading. Whimpering as he took another gulp, he prayed his master would utter his keyphrase again, or milk him harder. Anything for another full release.

"No no, not yet, Malone," Jakob said, unsheathing his cock from the relentlessly sucking mouth. "This is your punishment. If you want to cum, you must earn it, yes?" With a gesture downward, he sent the cuffs back to the floor, lowering the dog onto his belly before shutting off and releasing him.

With his hands free, Malone immediately took a firm grip of his metal-covered sheath, tugging on it, humping against the floor, desperate for release.

"No, none of that, you promised to behave, yes?"

Malone's ears perked up, quickly falling back against his head. Defeatedly nodding, he said, "Yes... master," and crawled up on his knees. He went to sit back against his heels, but shot back up, afraid to put any weight on his poor, abused tailhole.

"You needn't worry about that for long, you will find you recover very quickly now, yes? Just one benefit of being part of our empire!" Jakob chuckled to himself as he bent down to retrieve the rod. "Now, let's get this sent out, and both of us cleaned up so we can start our day! I can't wait to show you the park!"

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Walking on all fours, following his master through the ship's winding hallways in full view of the lupine crew, Malone was beyond humiliated. Getting gawked at by wolf after wolf was bad enough, but with that little skirt he was forced to wear, it was so much worse. In his bent over position, the scant bit of clothing did nothing to hide his cage or mildly gaping hole. If anything, it drew attention to them. Keeping his tail low, he was mostly able to cover his shame, though the damned ribbon trailed behind him like a flag, drawing more unwelcome focus to his hindquarters.

He considered it a small grace that the wolf had been... kind... enough to clean his skirt and his belly's pre-cum stains - and most importantly, his jizz-soaked muzzle - before they headed out to wherever it was they were going. The wolf happened to own a fascinatingly super-advanced cross between a brush and a wand that cleaned everything until nice, pristine, and odorless.

Keeping his eyes on the floor, he did as much as he could to avoid the leers and hungry stares from the crew, keeping completely silent as they traveled. He might have asked the wolf what the park was, dreading some kind of ironic horrorscape, but as soon as they had left the captain's quarters, he had lost the ability to speak. Once more, he was reduced to nothing but barks, growls, and whines.

Before long, they reached the end of their current hallway, which, instead of leading to yet another hallway in the labyrinthine ship, opened into... nothing. It was almost like reality itself ended past that point, fading into featureless white space. The edges of the ceilings, walls, and floors just stopped, and even all sound seemed to disappear into the void.

Malone stopped in place, whimpering. So far as he could tell, he was just escorted to a hole in the world, and he wanted nothing more than to get the hell away as fast as his four legs could- as fast as his arms and legs could take him.

Without saying a word, Jakob stepped forward into the void, his whole body vanishing in an instant. A moment later, his disembodied head appeared, floating out of the wall of empty whiteness. "Come in, Malone! You'll like this, I promise you!"

Huffing through his nose, Malone bit his bottom lip and braced himself. After the way his morning had gone, he wasn't willing to show any direct defiance. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen, he may as well roll with it. Sighing, he walked past his master, suddenly feeling a cool rustling underneath his hand and feet. He blinked several times, raising an arm to shield his eyes from- THE SUN! He could see... the sun? Looking around, as far as he could see, there was nothing but rolling hills, green grass, blue sky, picnic tables, trees, a pond... flowers... Aside from a wooden signpost, there wasn't even any sign of the door that had led them there. It was all so... indescribable. After being trapped on the ship for so long, nothing but sterile white or dank dungeon walls to be seen, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"See? It's lovely, yes?" Jakob said, stretching out, enjoying the sunlight himself. "We found long ago that holographic environments such as these are a necessity for extended trips. All that sterile white everywhere can drive one stir-crazy!" He belted out a jarring laugh, staring wild-eyed off into the distance. "So, what do you think? Very believable, is it not?"

His eyes increasingly watery, Malone nodded, giving a single woof as a reply. The 'sun' was actually warming his black fur, and he could smell cherry blossoms and... lilacs?... wafting through the air. It was perfect. He never wanted to leave.

Spying a pair of green-uniformed wolves sitting at a picnic table, Jakob chuckled. "I'm glad you like it! Now run along and play! And fair warning, while you're here, most of your collar's behavioral restrictions are relaxed, so be careful with your fellow dogs! But don't worry, I will be nearby!"

Dashing off for a sunny spot by the pond, Malone completely missed his master's warning. Settling down, he spun in a circle three times, then dropped onto his back. Resting his head atop his crossed arms, he sighed, stretching out, warming his white-furred belly in the sun. Simulation or no, it finally felt like he was home.

Jakob chuckled again, happy that - for the moment - his pet appeared thoroughly contented. Keeping an eye on the dog, pleasantly dozing a fair distance away, he strolled over to the other wolves, taking a seat at their table.

"Oh, heya captain," the first wolf - a tall, skinny, gray-furred creature - casually said, giving Jakob a polite nod. "How're you doin'?"

The second wolf - also gray-furred, while shorter and more rotund than his partner - simply smiled, nodding as well.

"Nielsen," Jakob said to the first wolf. "Merrick," he said to the other. "I am doing excellently, as you can very well see!" He added, waving his hand out toward the sleeping malamute.

"Nice!" Merrick chimed in. "So you finally picked one out, huh? Is that where you've been?"

"Oh, yes! The moment he was taken, I admit, I was taken myself. I've been stuck in my room enjoying his training ever since, and it was delightful! And so is he! He still needs more training, shaving the rough edges, eventually teaching him to enjoy the rougher games I'm eager to play, but right now I couldn't be happier!" Jakob chuckled. "So, where are your boys?"

"They're off skulking around somewhere," Nielsen said, taking a swig from a bottle of beer. "My Shep is still following Merrick's Rex around like a lost puppy. It's kinda cute in a pathetic way."

"Funny how they retained that pack sense from when they were wolves, huh?" Merrick said, giggling to himself.

"So, captain," Nielsen interjected, "What's your boy called?"

"I decided to call him Malone!" Jakob proudly answered. "He likes it! Already forgotten his real name, so far as I can tell!"

"No, no." Nielsen shook his head. "His breed, what's that called?"

"Oh! He's a malamute! Alaskan malamute, technically, but they seem to prefer it shortened."

"Nice. Has the science caste figured out what that means yet? Sounds like they're named after their place of origin like my german shepherd."

"They are from Alaska, yes! Not sure what malamute means yet, but it is certainly fun to say!"

"OOH!" Merrick shouted, slapping his hands on the table. "You just reminded me! They found why my St. Bernard is called a St. Bernard! You won't believe it!"

"Hm? Do tell!" Jakob replied, both he and Nielsen turning to listen to the chubby wolf.

"Okay, do you remember Bernie? From when we were seeding the planet?"

"The delivery pilot? With the unibrow and the greenish fur? Weird Bernie? Yes, I remember him. He's still running transit on homeworld, yes?"

"Yup! Well, apparently, while we were here, his ship lost its nameplate. At some point the group that became St. Bernards found it, and turned it into some kind of holy relic! They anointed him their patron saint of creation! They practically worship him!"

"No shit!" Jakob shouted back, all three wolves breaking into raucous laughter. "Weird Bernie's a god! That's hysterical! Has anyone sent a message back home to let him know?"

"No! We earmarked a dog for him though, and we're going to present it once we get back home! Big ceremony and everything!"

"Yes, yes! I love it!" Jakob said between laughs. "You going to give him a male or a female? I can't remember if he has a preference."

"Eh, it's not like it matters," Nielsen said, shrugging. "Either way, it's probably just gonna be installed as a stationary cocksucker for his cockpit."

"True, true. Weird Bernie's always had a preference for customizing that ancient rust-bucket of his like that." Jakob snorted, breaking into another hearty fit of laughter. "They worship Weird Bernie! That is just hysterical! This planet is just so full of treasures!" Grabbing a bottle out of a nearby cooler, he raised it up high and popped the cap with his thumb. "Cheers!" he shouted, enthusiastically joined by the others.

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Malone couldn't honestly recall feeling quite so content. Moments after taking his spot, warming his belly in the sun, he was out cold, lulled into a deep sleep by the rhythmic lapping of the pond against the shore. It was leagues better than his master's similarly wonderful bed, especially with the addition of a gentle breeze preventing his thick coat fur from overheating. He hadn't the faintest clue how long he slept, but if he could stay there forever, he'd be happy.

And then a loud bark startled him awake. Opening his eyes, he saw a massive, musclebound St. Bernard and a smaller, though still fit and broad-shouldered german shepherd staring down at him. The other dogs were kneeling by his sides, with - much to his fervent jealousy - a pair of large, throbbing, knotted erections idly bobbing between their legs, constantly drooling thin streams of pre. While they weren't outright caged, they did have a set of rings binding behind their knots and around the bases of their scrotums, keeping them perpetually aroused and needy.

Malone squinted at the St. Bernard, whose collar had been customized to read 'Rex'. He could swear the gigantic dog was familiar... Right! Back on his first day of training, this was the same dog he saw sweating up a storm, maxing out a weight machine! Another far more insistent bark from the St. Bernard broke his concentration. He grunted something back, in his groggy state, not sure what exactly the new dog wanted.

Huffing as he rolled his eyes, Rex grabbed the prone malamute's side, effortlessly flipping him onto his belly. Before the slightly smaller dog had a chance to recover, he crawled over him, straddling his taut rump. Once the malamute regained his senses and began to struggle, squirming to get away, he looked over his shoulder, barking at the shepherd.

Somehow understanding the nonsensical command, the shepherd, his collar reading 'Shep', crawled over to the malamute's other side. He knelt over the prone dog's head, holding it pinned between his thighs as he sat down, forcing the other canine's muzzle against the grass.

Helpless to fight back, Malone grit his teeth, once again finding himself waiting to be raped by some other male dogs, one of them already nestling his cock-tip between his cheeks. He idly wondered why there were no females anywhere to be seen on the whole damned ship until the St. Bernard penetrated his tailhole with a single thrust. Given that the hulking, sweaty dog's admittedly over-sized prick was a distant fourth - so far as anal intrusions he'd recently been forced to take - his loosened hole had little trouble taking the mostly dry, partially pre-slick length up to its knot. Still, that wasn't quite enough to stop him from groaning, his ass too tired to enjoy another round so soon. The reminder of his increasingly tight cage, forced to grind against the grass, was just one more annoyance heaped upon far too many others.

Spurred on by his own genital rings' endless teasing, Rex began thrusting in earnest, slapping his pubic bone against the base of the malamute's tail, his heavy nutsack swinging with every movement. He was a bit disappointed that his latest subby fuckpet had ceased fighting back so quickly, resigning himself to his fate, but that was a minor concern. All he was interested in was thrusting until he earned himself another release, another momentary respite until he was driven to fuck again.

Snorting, Rex steadily built up his speed, smoothly pounding in and out, ramming his knot against the malamute's snug, fleshy rim. He completely surprised himself when he managed to tie with the loosened hole, well before he would have thought possible. Further enticed by the flexing tunnel milking his entire length, he began to hump with shorter, faster thrusts, furiously slapping their hips together while keeping his fist-sized bulb embedded in the malamute's rear.

A warm tingle spreading throughout his groin, he could sense that his next climax about ready to hit. He stopped his thrusting, switching to a grinding motion, gyrating his hips, stroking every inch of the well-stuffed rectum with his cock. Grunting through his teeth, he promptly climaxed, shooting one long, thick stream of cum straight up the other dog's welcoming tailpipe.

Doing his best to suppress the angry throbbing inside his cage, Malone was confused to feel the St. Bernard's knot shrink the instant his flow of spooge tapered off. He looked over his shoulder as the shepherd climbed off his head, just in time to see the St. Bernard's pull his smooth, tapered cock out, then rapidly reform its knot. So far as he could figure, the cage remnants left on the bigger dog's genitals had far more control than he would've guessed. He couldn't say offhand whether a permanent erection was worse than never having one, though he was well aware that neither situation was ideal.

Before he could consider it much further, Malone watched silently as his two oppressors traded positions, the shepherd crawling up to his abused, cum-dripping rear, while the St. Bernard plopped down, sitting spread legged by his muzzle. He whimpered, turning his head away from the messy shaft. While it was mercifully clean aside from the thick coat of cum, it was inundated with the scent of his own insides. He whined at the threateningly pointed tip prodding at his lips when a thunderous growl got their collective attention.

A handsome black-and-white border collie, his sculpted body perfectly fit and toned, stood upright on all fours as if ready to pounce, a bright-red canine ten-incher pulsing between his legs. Just behind him, a nervous, exceptionally wiry pure-white borzoi cowered close to the ground. The borzoi had a black latex hood covering everything above his collar but his muzzle and ears, same as the parade of dogs that had spent weeks running a near-constant train on Malone's ass.

Malone was almost happy to see that the white dog's sheath was also fully caged, same as his. If nothing else, it was one less prick he'd have to handle. Squinting at their collars, he could faintly make out 'Colby' for the collie and 'Beezy' for the borzoi as they both crept closer.

Colby snarled something to the shepherd, who then snarled something back, quickly crawling off of the malamute's rump to take a defensive position. Towering over the shepherd, Colby pointed to the prone malamute then to himself, giving another dominant snarl for effect.

Growling right back, Shep raised a middle finger, then made an unintimidated, insultingly flippant wave to shoo him away. Enraged by the response, the collie pounced on top of him, knocking him flat on his back. The two dogs began to violently wrestled with each other, gnashing their teeth, scratching with their clawed hands and footpaws. Whether they intended to or not, as they struggled, they continuously slapped their pre-dripping cocks together, effectively jousting for dominance to see who could have the malamute next.

Thoroughly uninterested in the fierce battle of wills, having no need to prove himself, Rex gave a slight snort, sneering at the other canines. Noticing the lonely borzoi cowering to the side, he crawled over and dragged him over to the malamute by his forearm.

Beezy didn't resist in the least, allowing the other dog to lay him back down, resting the top of his head against the tip of the malamute's nose. Blinded as he was under his hood, he didn't know what was happening until a thick, sweaty ass was lowered atop his nose. Piecing together what the other dog wanted, he reached down to play with his caged sheath, immediately setting about licking, tongue-fucking, and worshiping the St. Bernard's tailhole, only stopping to take long whiffs of the plump nutsack draped heavily atop his latex-covered face.

Sighing, Rex nestled down against his makeshift seat, making sure the submissively licking dog could get nice and deep. A feral grin spread across his short, jowly muzzle as he focused back on the malamute, who was nervously eyeing the engorged, cum-slick shaft throbbing between his eyes. Grabbing the malamute by the back of his headfur, he gave a low growl to get his point across, forcing the cowed dog to reluctantly open his muzzle. Before the malamute could possibly reconsider, Rex slammed his head down, forcing most of his shaft down the wildly flexing throat.

While Malone was indeed disgusted by the taste of cum mixed with the pungent lingering aroma of his own ass, somehow, the fact that he was getting better at taking dicks into his muzzle was far worse. The St. Bernard had little difficulty humping his length deeper and deeper, grinding his own hole against the tirelessly licking borzoi, up until Malone's lips were forced the kiss the fleshy bulb at the base. A slight grazing of his teeth against the hot cockflesh earned a furious snarl from the St. Bernard, forcing him to submissively open his stretched jaw even wider. Taking care to mind his teeth, he tried to focus away from the dog fucking his throat, instead listening to the others fighting tooth and claw behind him.

The pair of angrily grappling dogs were mostly rolling over and over each other in the grass, their black-and-white and black-and-tan coats blurring together, struggling both to get on top and to stay there. Aside from flailing scratches and occasional near-miss attempts at biting, they appeared to be evenly matched, neither one gaining ground over the other for long. As the fight went on, they both grew increasingly horny, focusing more and more on moving their hips, inching ever closer to outright frotting and dry-humping their opponent.

Eventually, Colby managed to throw a punch that actually landed, whacking the shepherd in the side of his muzzle. Using the opening, he rolled back, drew his leg in close, then unleashed a powerful kick, planting his heel directly into the shepherd's solar plexus.

Stunned and winded, Shep was sent rolling away by the strike, coughing as he landed sprawled out on his belly. He panted heavily, just beginning to recover when the collie pounced again, kneeling over his rump while pinning his shoulders to the ground.

Darkly chuckling, Colby was more than ready to claim his prize. He slowly drew his hips back, ready to spear his cock between the shepherd's tautly clenched cheeks, when he leaned down, cementing his victory by viciously biting the other dog's shoulder, drawing out a shrill yelp and a small amount of blood.

"Hey! That's enough, dammit!" a voice cried out as a hand gripped the collie's shoulder.

Instinctively, Colby wheeled around, biting his new attacker's vulnerable wrist, when his jaw suddenly locked, millimeters shy of puncturing the skin. He whimpered, looking up, deeply regretting his actions as he realized he had just tried to attack his master. If his whole body hadn't just been paralyzed, he would have dropped to the ground, kissing the tall, thin, modestly-built white wolf's footpaws, begging for forgiveness. As it was, he could only hope he was in a forgiving mood.

"I'm so fucking sick of this! I was fine with you doing your little dominance battles, but I've told you a million times, no more fucking biting!" the wolf snarled, pulling his wrist from the moist, gaping maw, sneering at the ensuing whines and whimpers. "No! You've had enough warnings, and you still won't listen! Assume the position!"

His body moving against his will, Colby was forced to crawl off the shepherd, kneeling with his ass in the air, his chest flat on the ground. He could do little else but whimper as his master knelt behind him, opened his hand, and gave his upturned rump a series of swift, merciless swats.

"I! AM! SO! SICK! OF! TELLING! YOU! TO! STOP! WITH! THE! FUCKING! BITING! YOU! BAD! BAD! DOG!" the white wolf screamed, punctuating each word with another loud, reverberating smack, not stopping until a visible redness showed through the white fur of his collie's ass-cheeks. Much to the wolf's surprise, well after he had lost count, his overly horny pet let out a choking gasp as his cock twitched, sending multiple threads of watery cum onto the grass. "Pathetic," he huffed, shaking his head. "Alright then. Border Collie-three, collar engage full hood, end automatic control."

Colby whimpered as the latex from his collar spread over his head, barely able to take in a final gasp before it sealed over his mouth, leaving only his ears and nose exposed. He clawed at the material, unable to leave any lasting marks on the smooth, thick surface. When he heard his master continue, adding, "Engage full chastity," he squealed through his hood, frantically grabbing for his tender, spent prick. His priapic erection quickly softened, receding into his sheath no matter how hard he rubbed and tugged at it in an attempt to keep it engorged and out. Once it had fully disappeared, the metal rings around his sheath and scrotum shifted and spread, giving him a full cage same as the malamute and borzoi. He folded his ears back, once more attempting to give a muffled whine begging for forgiveness.

"No," the wolf said, shaking his head, "maybe after a couple of years of good behavior you'll get your cock back, but until you learn to listen you can say goodbye to it."

His eyes abruptly flying wide open, Malone gagged around the shaft pistoning in and out of his throat. Did he hear that right? YEARS!?! It stood to reason that if the wolves were truly immortal they'd have a stilted sense of time, but... but, years? Was that how long he'd have to be good to see his dick again? No, that had to be an idle threat... It HAD to be. Refusing to consider it any further, unable to change his fate one way or the other, he wheezed out a weak groan past the knot pounding against his lips.

Sighing, the white wolf gazed down at his mewling collie. He idly pawed at his crotch, noticing that after that spanking, nicely warming his pet's ass, his uniform was sporting a decent bulge. Looking over his shoulder at the three other wolves, still seated at their table a short distance away, drinking as they watched the show, he shrugged. "Sorry, Nielsen!" he shouted. "Colby got a little out of control again!"

"Don't worry about it, Kinzey!" Nielsen shouted back. "Shep'll be fine, and it's good for him to be put in his place every once in a while!"

Shep grumbled under his breath. Having sheepishly crawled away from the site of his defeat, he retook his position, straddling the malamute's rear. He rubbed his shoulder, which had already mostly healed, the small set of puncture wounds filling in as if they were never there. Shying away from the St. Bernard smirking down at him, he happily picked up where he had left off, spearing his turgid eight-incher between the malamute's beautiful white-furred ass-cheeks. Clutching the bushy, ribbon-tied tail to his chest, he began thrusting his hips, spit-roasting the fluffy malamute alongside the St. Bernard.

"Hey," Kinzey said, rubbing at his bulging crotch, "You guys mind if I-"

"Do whatever you gotta, man!" Merrick replied, eager to watch some more public fucking.

"Yes, please do!" Jakob added, equally excited. He grabbed another beer, passing another two to his companions, all settling in for the rest of the show.

Opening the crotch of his uniform, Kinzey let out a sigh as his fully-erect, foot-long pride and joy sprang free. His collie made a cursory attempt to crawl away, stopped when he took a firm hold of his disobedient pup's tail. Shuffling up to the collie's rear, he aimed his pointed cock tip between the reddened cheeks and thrust forward, easily burying most of his length inside his pet's warm, welcoming backdoor. Encouraged by the ensuing muffled grunts and whimpers, he grabbed hold of the collie's waist and began humping away like a feral beast, repeatedly slamming his knot against the fluttering tailhole.

Malone gave little more than a grunting snort when the shepherd tied with his ass, by that point, barely noticing an intrusion that comparatively small. It wasn't even enough to give him any real pleasure, at most getting a periodic twinge in his tightly stuffed cage. While the shepherd barked out a joyful, if somewhat premature climax, firmly holding their pelvises flush together, Malone stared up at the St. Bernard, grateful that the much larger dog didn't seem interested in tying with his mouth.

Soon after the shepherd reached his peak, Rex finally had his fill of the dual rimjob/blowjob, roaring out his own messy finish as he shot another load of spunk directly down the malamute's thoroughly lubricated throat. After waiting a couple of seconds to enjoy their hazy afterglow, both he and Shep dismounted the malamute, their erections showing no sign of flagging whatsoever. They seemed about ready to switch positions again, when the maned wolf stepped up beside them, proudly smiling from ear to ear.

"Sorry, boys!" Jakob said, crossing his arms behind his back. "It's about time I take my Malone back home! But I'm sure you'll make due, yes?"

Shrugging, Rex shuffled away from the malamute, focusing his attention on the hooded borzoi, whose bellyfur had grown matted and soaked from the fluids continuously leaking from his cage. Flipping the horny, pent-up dog over onto his knees, he crawled up behind him, pressing his cock between the skinny, wavy-furred ass-cheeks. Licking his lips, he penetrated the borzoi with a single powerful thrust and immediately got right back to his humping, furiously slamming their hips together.

At the same time, Shep took his position at the borzoi's head, taking advantage of his ensuing moans and gasps to force his cock into the other dog's open mouth. Giving a few testing pumps of his hips, he promptly matched the St. Bernard's pace, smoothly spit-roasting the hooded dog between them.

Watching both the threesome of puppy slaves and the wolf punishing his poorly behaved dog's ass, periodically giving it another swat between thrusts, Jakob chuckled, more than happy to finally bring a pet of his own. Letting out a small grunt, he scooped his exhausted, cum drooling malamute over his shoulder, whistling happily as he strolled ahead, heading back to his quarters.

Without slowing his pounding of the borzoi's ass, Rex barked a farewell to the malamute, who only gurgled back. Malone couldn't begin to explain it, but somehow, he understood that single bark as a smug, "See you soon." Too tired to consider it any further, he let himself go limp and slumped down against the maned wolf's back, lowering his tail for some futile degree of modesty for the following trip.

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Gleefully strolling - almost to the point of prancing, bouncing the heavy malamute atop his shoulder - Jakob hopped through his door and made a beeline for his bed. He gently placed his pet on the mattress before jumping back a step and stretching his arms. "Woo! You are indeed a big dog, yes? A lot heavier than you look! Been a while since I had that good a workout!"

Malone gave a wary nod. A part of him was actually impressed that the wolf managed to carry him the whole way. At the same time, he imagined that a beast like him giving him a spanking, or heaven forbid using a whip from that dungeon, would undoubtedly do some real damage. Mildly shuddering at the thought, he looked down at his body, straightening out his skirt.

Tilting his head, he noticed that despite spending the last... however long it was... getting railed against the grass, his belly fur was pristine and white. As impossible as it seemed, the grass was genuinely nothing more than a simulation. Aside from the returned dark blue stain on the skirt over his cage, there wasn't a mark on him. That he could see. Flicking his tongue, he could still taste a few flecks of St. Bernard cum staining his lips. His tailhole felt similarly sticky, but mostly just full from the twin loads of cum stuffing his bowels.

More than anything, Malone hated that just the memory of getting fucked from all sides and filled with spunk by a bunch of other males was actually turning him on. Though he gave a slight retch, he didn't stop his hand from wandering down to his skirt, rubbing his cage through the growing damp stain. His climax the previous night already felt like it was years ago, he was growing desperate for another.

"Well, well!" Jakob said, lying on his back, side to side with his pet, "That was fun, wasn't it, Malone?"

Malone stifled a grumble, having to watch what he wanted to say now that he was back in his master's quarters. Feeling the wolf's watchful gaze upon him, he replied with another short nod.

"Good! I'm glad you liked the park, because we'll be spending lots of time there!"

Malone said nothing, exhaling deeply as he let his ears fall flat.

"Oh, don't you worry! I'll schedule us for some alone time there too until you get used to playing with your peers! How does that sound?"

"Yes... Yes, I'd... like that," Malone said, showing a faint smile. That was hardly ideal, but it was about the best offer he could hope to receive. "Thank you."

"Thank you, whom?"

"...Master..."

"Wonderful!" Clasping his hands to his chest, Jakob nuzzled his pet's face, giving his snout a playful lick.

Scooting away, hiding his disgusted frown, Malone nervously swallowed his pooled saliva. "Master?..." he said, barely above a mumble. "The one wolf at the park... with the collie... when he said his sheath would be locked away for years... was he serious?"

"Oh, Kinzey? Yes, he's not one to make idle threats. His pup's probably got a rough road ahead of him before he earns that privilege back!"

Malone gulped again. "And..." He hesitated, hoping his next question wasn't going to make things worse for himself. "Are... how long are you going to keep me locked up?" The wolf's warm smile did little to reassure him.

"In your case, I don't plan on ever letting you out on a long-term basis! After all, I can't have you getting a dominant streak in that head of yours, humping everything you see, neglecting your master's needs!" He ruffled the horrified malamute's headfur, snickering to himself. "But, as I said before, along with trips to the park, I'll also be happy to reward you by letting your puppy pecker out to play! I bet you'd like the chance to pay Rex back, yes?"

"How... long... do I have to wait?..." Malone asked, just shy of hyperventilating,

"That really depends on your behavior, but let's say a week for now, and see how that works!"

While the answer was, on the one hand, absolutely devastating, Malone felt strangely okay with it. It wasn't great, obviously, or even decent, but compared to years, it was a welcome compromise. He had little choice but to accept it as a best case scenario. And there was always the keyphrase to look forward to. As long as he could occasionally get his master to call him a 'good dog', he could make it. A caged release was better than no release at all.

"Now, if you're done with your questions," Jakob said, sitting up, leaping off the bed, and landing with his arms garishly spread wide. "While I was chatting with Merrick and Nielsen, they reminded me of an old game I haven't played in centuries! Apparently your sheppy friend is quite a fan of this one!" Striding over to the food materializer over in the corner, he tapped through a few menus, and a heap of blue slop squirted into a bowl. The crisscrossing lights did their job, running over the bowl, reformatting the ooze into some kind of an edible form. Once the bowl was ready, Jakob carried it back to his bed, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. Leaning down, he slathered the pads of both of his footpaws with the substance, grinning as his pet curiously tried to figure out what he was doing.

Raising an eyebrow as he sat up, resting his elbows on his knees, Malone tried to peek around his master's massive shoulder. While he couldn't see exactly what the grinning wolf was up to, he had formulated a likely - if thoroughly unpleasant - theory. Moments later, his suspicions were confirmed when the wolf tossed the bowl aside, pulled both his legs up onto the mattress, and rested his heels on the silken sheets. Malone winced, getting far too close of a look at the presented footpaws, the pads of which had been slathered with- He sniffed at the air. Peanut butter.

Wiggling his messily coated toes, squeezing more globs of the brown goop butter between them, Jakob crossed his arms and leaned back against his headboard. "Go ahead, Malone! You've earned a snack! Enjoy!" he said, licking his fingers clean. "I know I will."

Too frustrated to even whine, Malone rolled over, crawling onto his hands and knees, his nose held just a few inches from the wolf's waiting digits. The savory peanut scent did nothing to hide the musky aroma poorly hidden underneath. Given the overall sterile environment of the ship, plus all the hygiene devices the wolf was apt to use, it wasn't nearly as repulsive an odor as he would have expected. In a way, it was almost enticing. Still, staring down a pair of messy footpaws he was being forced to lick clean, he had to suppress a gagging retch.

Amused by his pet's hesitation, Jakob peered at him through slyly squinted eyes, scratching his chin with one hand while stroking his thickening cock through his uniform with the other. "Good dog," he cooed, just above a whisper.

Malone gasped, gripping the bedsheets in a pair of balled fists. The lower half of his body involuntarily bucked and twitched, wracked with pleasure as his cage's phantom vibrations returned. That pleasure turned into something like torture, leaving him so close to climax, yet so far away from teetering over the edge. His ass was so empty with nothing but two lingering loads of cum. Holding up his weight on one hand, he reached behind himself to shove two fingers up his tailpipe, probing his hole as he gyrated his hips, his cage flinging pre-cum all over his skirt and the sheets. Wagging his tail as fast as it could move, he panted heavily, lost in pleasure, unwilling to let the wonderful feeling fade.

Continuing to watch his pent-up pup, Jakob patiently waited for his perfect opportunity. Once the malamute had descended into frantic, open-mouthed panting, he thrust his right foot into the open maw. Sighing at the enveloping moist warmth, he had to bite his knuckle to keep from giggling at the tongue frantically whipping around, slurping at every exposed millimeter of his footpaw.

Ignoring his first instinct to gag and back away, Malone enthusiastically engaged his task. He never slowed the probing under his tail as his whole world became those sticky footpaws, both sucking the toes and running his tongue between them. Minding his teeth, he stretched his mouth wider than he would have thought possible, fitting it over the end of the whole paw, sucking and gulping around the whole thing. By the time he pulled his head back, letting go of the appendage with a moist, sucking pop, there was not a trace of peanut butter left, only a thick coating of drooled saliva.

Smacking his lips, Malone swallowed everything down, grateful for the tasty treat. Though he could tell his state of euphoria was beginning to fade, he nonetheless pounced upon the other footpaw, lavishing it with his tongue, cleaning it same as its mate. Desperate to milk out whatever pleasure he could while fingering his ass, he added his other two fingers, thrusting his whole hand in and out of his tailhole up to his thumb. He shuddered again, so close, yet so far from his peak.

Jakob gave up stifling his giggles, breaking into full laughter as his pet ravaged his paws. He let his cock free from his uniform, slowly stroking along its length, sometimes stopping to give his knot a tweak or a squeeze. For a short time, he considered slapping another helping of peanut butter onto it, but, ultimately, he was interested in far more. He slouched down slightly, waiting for his pet to finish, making a point of wiggling his toes in that cavernous maw.

Whining as his pleasured euphoria continued to slip through his fingers, Malone pulled his mouth free from the second footpaw. Slipping his hand free from his rump, he panted, sitting back on his heels. He let his tired tongue loll out, feeling some degree of disbelief at what he had so enthusiastically done. Looking up at his master, he was paralyzed by a pair of wild, hungry eyes peering right back at him. Before he had a chance to back away, it was the wolf's turn to pounce, landing heavily atop his body.

Tightly hugging his squirming pet, Jakob maneuvered them so that he was lying on his back, clutching the malamute's shoulders flush against his chest. He lovingly nuzzled his pet's cheek, stroking his belly fur with both hands as he thrust his hips up, instantly sheathing his length - and a bit of his knot - inside the well-used tunnel. Letting one hand drift up to the dog's chest, holding him close while teasing his nipples, he moved the other down over the skirt, grasping his caged genitals in a gentle fist. He growled under his breath, biting his lip as he began to bounce the malamute in his lap, savagely fucking his ass, using gravity itself to help him along the way.

Once again, Malone was left frustrated, his ass full but his mentally conditioned pleasure all but gone. He could feel a twinge here and there, like something was happening inside his ever tightening cage, but any kind of real release seemed miles away. Figuring his best bet was to give his master a good ride, he focused on pressing back against the thrusts while clenching his tailhole, milking the pistoning length with his insides. He tried not to grip too hard when his cheeks met the wolf's thighs, hoping to take his nice, wide knob sooner than later.

Throwing his head back in a full howl, Jakob arched his back, lifting his hips completely off the bed as he pounded upward harder and faster, slamming furred-flesh against furred-flesh with a series of resounding smacks. Within moments of that treatment, he let out a second howl as his knot successfully popped past the flexing ring of muscle. He switched to shorter, far faster humps as he went barreling through into his climax, adding another thick flood of cum into his pet's rear. Holding perfectly still for a short time, paralyzed by his afterglow, he eventually dropped to the bed in a heap, barely registering the smaller dog landing atop his chest and stomach. Sighing, he gave his pet's belly another scratch, staring up at the ceiling, overwhelmed with pleasure.

Whimpering, nuzzling his master, Malone did what his could to beg for another 'good dog' - all he needed to guarantee a much-deserved climax of his own - without outright asking for one. His heart fluttered, seeing the wolf gazing into his eyes, wearing that ever-present smile. As the wolf opened his mouth to speak, Malone braced himself, clenching his cheeks, focusing everything on the screaming need inside his cage.

"My good little pet," Jakob said, flashing a toothy grin as he watched the dog's whole world fall apart.

"Master?... don't you mean-" Malone began to ask, choking out a gurgle bark as the collar prevented him from speaking his own keyphrase.

"No no, I mean exactly what I said!"

"But-"

"But you haven't earned another orgasm yet! That first one last night was to welcome you to my home! But like release from your cage, cumming is a privilege, not a right!" Jakob tapped his devastated pet's nose, chuckling ominously. "And don't forget, just like you can cum while caged, you won't necessarily be able to cum even while uncaged! So you best be doubly good, yes?"

As much as he wanted to scream... yank his cage to force a climax... tear the wolf's throat out... ANYTHING... Malone folded his ears back, his bottom lip quivering, silently accepting the terms.

"Now, now, don't be too upset! There's more to enjoy than just sex, yes? For example, would you like to try out some of our games?"

Turning to look at the gargantuan, multi-screened entertainment center lining on of the walls, Malone had to admit he was more than curious to see what futuristic systems and games he had to look forward to, living with the crazed wolf. "...Yes, I would like that, master."

"Wonderful!" Reaching out to his nightstand, Jakob picked up a green ball and held it in front of his pet's face. After letting him get a good look, he drew back his arm and tossed it to the other side of the room, bouncing off the far wall, rolling to a stop a few feet away. "Now, fetch!" He shouted, giving his tied pup's shoulder a teasing nudge.

Malone simply closed his eyes, letting out a deep, lingering sigh.