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This story was written for Draegwolf as his patreon commission for the month of March. It contains sexual acts between a male and multiple females, all consenting adults. It also contains BDSM, chemical use and incest. <3

A Party to (kind of) Remember

Lycan was amazed by how well his birthday had been going. In fact, all week things had been pretty calm and peaceful, which was a massive change for the rusty furred wolf. His sister, his mother, neither one of them had teased him or really interfered with him at all as the day of his birthday approached. They'd been nice. Perhaps a little too nice at first, but quite honestly if that was some sort of dastardly plan on their part, Lycan wasn't going to tell them to stop.

This morning he'd awoken well rested and undisturbed, he'd lain in till almost ten without anyone seeking to check on him, and when he'd finally ventured downstairs for a late breakfast had been greeted with gifts, with hugs and with gentle kisses upon the cheeks from both Shayla and their mother Miranda. He'd seen his sister dragging a large chest in through the front door, simply winking as he spotted it and promising him he'd find out its purpose at the party. He'd been treated like... well, not a king, but an equal. And while there was that part of him which doubted, that part of him whose cheeks flushed each time he saw one of them walk out of the room, expecting them to return with a leash, or a gag, or a dildo or a chastity harness in hand, returning to the normal ways of their family by which he was so simultaneously ashamed and excited, there was another part of Lycan which truly wanted to believe that today of all days, he was going to be given a break.

Now though, the rest of the day that had come before was a haze. The wolf panted and groaned softly, not sure whether to giggle or whimper in confusion as he lay back in the chair at the kitchen table, staring down at the empty plate which had contained his third consecutive slice of birthday cake. It had been so delicious. It had made his mind reel with how rich, how chocolately and creamy the icing between those layers of soft, fluffy sponge had been. He'd gladly accepted the second piece he'd been offered, admittedly finding it a little odd the way all the party goers were watching him so intently as he ate. And then, when the third slice had been brought forth, spoon-fed to him by both his mother and his sister at once, he hadn't been able to say no.

"O-oh..."

But a few minutes later, as his head began to spin more noticeably and he began to flush, hot, panting despite the air conditioning whirring over the murmurs and chuckles of the assembled crowd, he began to wonder if there hadn't been something more than cake in that cake. He'd felt this way before. He remembered being at a club with his sister, dragged out rather involuntarily, and feeling her kissing him deep on the lips on the dance-floor. He remembered a small pill passing from her tongue to his. And then... then the same haze. The same heat.

Groaning, half unaware, half intensely acknowledging the crowd around with whimpers of continued embarrassment, Lycan began to lazily and with a total lack of coordination unbutton his shirt. He really was so hot. His tongue lolled out, and he gasped again as someone grasped it, tugging at the pink, damp length playfully for a moment before sweeping a leg over him and lowering themselves onto his lap.

"Aww... my poor baby boy, are you okay?"

Lycan let his mother's hands rise and grasp his own, plucking them away from the buttons of his now mostly open fronted shirt and instead moving them to her blouse.

"Let momma make it all better."

She giggled as Lycan stared at her through hazy, unfocused eyes, his hands now continuing the same job they'd been doing before. Popping loose button after button, not caring that he was now doing so to the older woman. She growled happily at him as he set loose her still firm breasts, held up in a black lace bra that she drew his hands towards. He cupped her breasts, she pushed them forward against his touch, and all the while her crotch was rubbing, rocking astride his, the older wolf panting and licking her lips more and more regularly as she felt his body reacting to the physical stimulation and the drugs now racing through his system.

Lycan closed his eyes, what felt to him like just for a moment, but when he opened them again he wasn't on the chair any more. He was on the kitchen floor, flat on his back, with his mother standing over him as Miranda discarded the last of her clothes. He looked around, murmuring a bashful batch of nothings that might have been intended as a coherent warning that people might see her, had he been able to form words. Indeed people did seem to be watching intently, though they too appeared to be in the midst of disrobing. Maybe two dozen people, some of them Shayla's friends, others friends of the family, some who Lycan genuinely didn't recognise, all standing around and watching in various states of their own undress. He saw hard cocks. He saw hands reaching between legs, groping at exposed or damp, panty-clad pussies.

And of course, he saw Shayla. How could he miss the sight of his sister, even amongst a crowd that large. The dark furred wolf stalking towards him as his head span and his vision grew blurry once more, dropping to her knees, and holding his head up in her lap as she pointed to where Miranda was also kneeling down.

"Happy birthday, slut."

She whispered so tenderly, yet with a devilish edge to every word as she stroked his cheek, her fingers scented richly with the juices of her own pussy already. They watched as their mother shuffled forward, sitting astride her adopted son's crotch, reaching down to grasp at his erect, twitching cock and guiding it to rest between the lips of her own pussy. Lycan opened his muzzle to say something, to whimper perhaps, to ask if maybe they should go elsewhere. Somewhere more private. But instead he just gurgled as his sister slipped her fingers into his mouth, and he began to suckle on them with a sudden, rampant oral fixation as well as the familiar and almost soothing taste of her juices.

As Lycan watched in a distant, vaguely detached haze, almost able to float up outside his own body and observe himself as his mother began to bounce up and down upon his cock, the room around them devolved into an orgy of its own. He felt Shayla slip away, and some guy with a big, thick cock knelt down and began to rub it against his face. His tongue flicked out instinctively as droplets of salty pre-cum peppered his lips, and for a few short moments Miranda's moans became coherent enough to understand them.

"Do it. All over his face."

What felt like mere moments later Lycan whined as thick, gooey ribbons of some substance he knew he should have been able to identify if not for the dull buzz around his head began to streak out over his face and upper torso. His mother bounced harder and faster, and as the figure kneeling over his head slipped away with a groan of satisfaction, Shayla slid back into view. She was bent over close by, her body straddling a large and familiar looking wooden chest. A buff tiger knelt behind her, and was fucking her hard as she stared hungrily at her mother and brother still locked in incestuous union.

"Mmnh...hh-haahhh..."

Lycan grunted in pleasure, albeit his own cry drowned out by the myriad moans echoing from all around him in the orgy that was now spilling out from the crowded kitchen into the rooms beyond. He could feel his hips bucking, though he recalled no intention of himself doing so. He could feel his cheeks flushed, his eyes bulging and his breathing ragged with embarrassment as much as pleasure, experiencing moments of abject terror as he realised how many people had seen his mother fucking him, and were still seeing it even now. Before he could yelp in fright and humiliation though, he was crying out in pleasure all over again. Time seemed to freeze, then leap forward again, and all of a sudden it was like he'd been ready, waiting to cum not just for seconds, not for minutes even, but for lifetimes.

And of course, that was when his mother stood up. When Miranda dragged herself up off his twitching, dripping cock, a long string of sticky arousal running from her swollen and glistening lips down to his throbbing tip, and growled down at him as one hand shakily rose and began to drift towards his own aching member.

"Don't you dare, you selfish whore."

She growled loud enough for everyone to hear, and Lycan whined as his hands fell back by his sides while the room erupted in raucous laughter amidst its moans.

"You wait right there. Let everyone enjoy the sight of your rock hard cock, and your momma's juices all over it. We have a present for you. Don't we, Shay?"

Shayla shook the look of ecstasy from her face as she was pounded from behind by the tiger, removing a hand from between her legs where she'd obviously been greedily rubbing at her clit and pulling forward, away from the tiger's thrusting cock without a word of apology as she nodded to her mother with a lustful grin. They vanished from view, juices dripping down both sets of their thighs as they padded away, and for a moment Lycan was left alone in a room full of people who even if he did know them normally were utterly anonymous to him now. He looked to his left and saw an older vixen about his mother's age sitting on the kitchen countertop, hands on the back of an otter's head as she ate the other lady out. He looked to his right and saw a younger pair, probably still in college like him and his sister, sitting side by side on the kitchen table and masturbating as they looked down at his prone and naked form. And then he saw nothing at all, a large furry paw grabbing his head, a pair of stripey thighs swinging over his face, and then a cock, thick, dripping both with pre-cum and the rich, oh so familiar taste of his sister's pussy, stuffing itself into his muzzle.

By the time the tiger was done, emptying his balls down the throat of the loopy wolf with a snarl and wiping his cock off on Lycan's already cum-stained cheek, the helpless male's family had returned. Shayla helped Lycan to sit upright, then to roll forward and end up planted firmly on all fours.

"Good pup..."

She tousled his hair and stroked his ears, giggling as he whined, tail wagging as he recalled back to the times when he had been commanded to serve as family pet for days, sometimes weeks or longer at a time. Before he could let his dizzy and chemically altered consciousness drift too far into that particular headspace though he felt something wrapping itself around his cock, or at least around the base. Some sort of rubber-like, rather soft material. He looked down between his arms, and whimpered in confusion as his brain failed to compensate for the fact he was looking at things upside down. It took far longer than it should have for him to make sense of the sight, and by the time he did so the device he now recognised as a cock-pump was already inflated, locking itself around the base of his shaft with the length of the wolf's cock itself now visible through a plastic tube from which a much thinner, clear plastic pipe emerged.

"You're gonna cum so many times, Lycan."

Shayla giggled as she scooted back around to sit upon the kitchen's tiled floor in front of her brother, legs lewdly spread and damp, glistening pink pussy still on full display.

"But don't worry if you don't remember afterwards. We're gonna make sure every last second of it is recorded for posterity. Right?"

She looked up, and so did Lycan, dazed and confused as he looked around and saw no less than four or five figures standing in a semi-circle around him now, each of them holding their phone in hand, already recording what was going on. Before he could say anything though, or at least attempt to, he felt a hand upon his hair once more. Not stroking or tousling this time of course, but gripping hard. Tugging sharply downward, and pressing his face in between his sister's legs.

"Before you start to cum though, brother... how about you make me and mom do it, instead."

The intense scent of pussy filled Lycan's nostrils as he breathed in with ragged gasps, and as that lustful odour permeated the already simplified synapses of his mind he could do nothing but start slurping with long, wild strokes of his tongue. He felt his tongue slip between Shayla's lips, graze over her swollen clit, and he felt her hand on his hair grip harder, pulling him tighter and tighter to her pussy as she groaned.

Before the male wolf could do too much to get into his sister's pleasure though, he felt something new. His eyes bulged and he tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to pull away from Shayla's depths with a muffled yelp as something began to rub at his backside. Something wet, slick with lubricant. He felt a hand come to rest on the left cheek of his ass, and then yelped into his sibling's pussy as something spanked him hard across the right cheek. For a split second that cleared his mind, the sharp jolt of the brief pain enough to bring him to his senses. He turned his head sharply, so much so that for a brief period he was able to wrench free from Shayla's grip, and howled as he saw his mother kneeling behind him. There was a look of intense focus and bliss upon her grinning muzzle as she posed for the several cameras trained on her, then one of pure lust and determination when she began to grind the strap-on she was now wearing forward into Lycan's tight ass.

"M-moooaahhhhh!"

He began to cry out, but as he did so he felt the clarity and consciousness of that brief pain slipping away. Before he was even half way through the cry of embarrassment directed to his mother, he was instead crying out in pleasure as not only did she start to fuck him from behind, but the pump wrapped around his cock suddenly pressurised with a sharp his, and began to slurp and suck loudly with mechanical puffs of rapidly compressed air.

"Less screaming, more eating me out."

Shayla soon guided him back to her pussy, and this time she lay back on the kitchen floor, scissoring her legs around his face and making escape utterly impossible. He did as commanded, but every so often his licking and slurping would be cut off briefly by a muffled howl or moan as either his mom's dildo struck a particular sweet spot inside his ass or she spanked her son again, the loud slaps of her flat palm against his lean ass echoing around the kitchen despite all the other people grunting and snarling and fucking to the sight of the incestuous goings on.

On any other day and in a clearer state of mind Lycan would have been terrified that amongst everything else his family were going to deny him the release of orgasm, that he would be carried to the edge by the milking machine only for it to be turned off until he was suitably able to stand a few more minutes of its constant suckling. Today however and with his mind clouded by whatever had been in the cake Lycan's embarrassment didn't come from the idea of being made to whine and beg for release in front of all these people and on behalf of his family members. It came from a strange and definitely drug induced thought that sprang up randomly at the back of his hazy, whirling mind. All around him he could see pairs of feet out from what little vision remained between Shayla's thighs. And each of those pairs of feet were connected to a body that was holding a phone, recording every lick to his sister's pussy, every pounding stroke of his mother's toy into his ass. And soon, those recordings would be able to be shared. Not just with strangers, not just with random people across the world... but shared with him.

Lycan howled into his sister's sloppy, soaking depths as his twisted thoughts suddenly landed him not in the kitchen, but in the centre of a dark and open room. Surrounded by screens that suddenly lit up, and from all angles, at all sides showed him being fucked, showed him hungrily feasting on his sister's pussy. Even though the phones hadn't been recording at that point he even pictured seeing his mother riding his cock, and experienced sudden flashbacks to a dozen different times he had been humiliated and observed in that state of shame by others. At the vet's office. At college. At the local park. At clubs, bars and the movies.

And then, just as quickly as his mind had been overrun by worries and horror at the idea of all that humiliation being fed back to him second hand by all those movies, he was whimpering happily. Suddenly, albeit briefly, he was imagining all those things again, but instead of shame he felt only hunger and desire. He whined happily at the feeling of his sister's thighs nestled tightly around his face, and as Miranda's strap-on pounded at his prostate one more time he buried his tongue deep, deep into Shayla and began to assault her g-spot just like she had forced him to learn so many many countless sessions ago.

"H-holy shit! Lycan, w-wha... what are... ohhhh fuck, yes!"

Shayla's own eyes bulged, and for a short period she was caught off guard, almost as embarrassed by the intensity of her own reaction as Lycan normally was by such things. She shrieked loudly, and as her legs kicked out before drumming her feet against her brother's back, she shuddered and writhed where she lay while her pussy gushed and squirted, cumming hard all over her brother's panting muzzle and red, now dripping wet face.

"You dirty slut. Making my precious daughter squirt in front of all these people... shameless. You don't deserve this fuck. You don't deserve to know you've made us... ah... f-feel so fucking... so... ahh... aaahhhhhfuck!"

A loud and savage roar erupted from behind Lycan as Shayla was still shuddering her way through her own orgasm, still spraying his face, clamped tighter than ever between her thighs, with jets of rich, translucent ejaculate. Their mother drove herself deep into Lycan's ass one last time and held herself there, shuddering, grunting, snarling in ecstasy of her own as she watched her daughter lose control. Wet droplets of arousal drooled from the elder wolf's end of the double ended toy as she held herself against Lycan, but even before she was done cumming herself she'd already pulled out.

A thick black butt-plug soon replaced the dildo in Lycan's backside, and he yelped as alongside the suction driving him painfully close to the edge of climax the toy began to buzz and vibrate with intense surges of whatever randomised program it was running. Before he could even think about what was going to happen when the point of no return finally came of course, he felt a pair of strong arms grabbing at his ankles, and watched as Shayla grabbed his wrists in a similarly rough manner. He gave a yelp as he was flipped over from hands and knees onto his back, and stretched out, spread eagled with his cock and the mechanical device attached to it now standing proudly up and bouncing with every slurping stroke.

"Everybody, watch."

Shayla called out commandingly, and sure enough the whole room quietened down. People kept on fucking, they kept on touching themselves or one another, but they all watched and let the phones recording the moment capture every gasp, every helpless, mindless whimper and howl to escape the wolf under this intense pleasure and scrutiny.

"Watch the runt cum, his face all dirty with his sister's juices and the cum of men he doesn't even know."

His mother joined in, growling happily as she stared at his cock, at his rapidly rising and falling chest, ears twitching to the sound of his increasingly strained and desperate yelps.

"And watch the look on his face when he cums... and when he realises that the machine milking him doesn't care. That no-one in this room or anywhere else is going to stop it. And that he's not going to have a chance to stop it himself for a long, long time."

Even through his drugged up haze Lycan understood enough of what his mother was saying to begin struggling. To shake his head and yelp loudly. He could deal with denial. He could deal with being teased and made to service person after person, or the same pussy, often his sister's own, time and time again with his tongue and fingers and cock combined. But this, what was about to happen to him, it was too much. Too much pleasure. Too much contact and stimulation. And while a little was heaven, a lot could so easily become hell.

And sure enough, that was precisely where the wolf found himself. Between heaven and hell, between ecstasy and anguish, and between lustful joy and desperate shame as he lay there, pinned flat to the ground, and felt himself starting to cum. Felt his cock pulsing and the suction of the milker slurping it loudly up, carrying it away to goodness only knew where amidst such intense pleasure that it tortured him by making him forget for just a moment all of his worries and embarrassments. It made him feel good. Truly and wholly good for a few short and heavenly seconds, and then...

It didn't stop.

The pleasure didn't stop, not even when it became unbearable, impossible to handle. Even when he tried to thrash and howl, feeling yet more people joining his mother and sister, wrapping his legs and arms up behind himself and hog-tying them together even as a gag was forced into his muzzle. He soon lay awkwardly upon his back on elbows and knees, whining, gurgling, drooling around the gag as he was pumped to a second orgasm barely a minute after the first, then a third a couple of minutes after that. Beyond that point though, even in the moment rather than afterwards when the drugs had worn off, everything was a fog of agonised over-stimulation pierced by sharp moments of clarity, of savage highs as he was made to cum again, and again, and again.

Later, much later, all he would recall was the following.

A flash of pleasure as he came, gurgling as mere seconds after the orgasm surged through him and his cum began to spray out into the milker, he felt something gushing in through a small hole piercing the centre of his ball-gag. Cum. His own cum, being pumped straight from his cock directly back into his own muzzle, leaving him to gurgle and swallow it, but much to drool out around the sides of the gag or remain pooled upon his tongue.

A flash of pleasure as he came again. The sight of his mother standing over him, shuddering, Miranda's feet barely touching the ground as a huge horse lifted her off the floor with his own cock overflowing, cumming inside her as their shared juices rained down over the wolf's white furred stomach.

Another flash, another orgasm, more than a dozen strangers surrounding his bound and immobile body, cocks and pussies thrust forward as they masturbated themselves to a cacophonous orchestra of orgasms alongside him.

Shayla, lying beside him, giggling and moaning as she was eaten out by someone Lycan couldn't see. Whispering to him how many times she was going to fuck herself senseless tonight watching all this footage while she uploaded it online.

And then... then just darkness.

Pleasure, sure. Overworked and constant stimulation to his cock continuing of course. But, now all in darkness.

He couldn't remember being carried to that large chest which he'd seen Shayla dragging around earlier that day. He couldn't remember being placed inside it along with the milking machine humming and hissing with puffs of air beside him.

Occasionally he heard sounds, felt the roof of the case press downward as weight fell upon it and rhythmic rocking, thrusting, screaming occurred outside. Screams that so often sounded like his sister, and less frequently his mother too.

But if the orgy was going on still outside, if the party was continuing beyond that darkness, they no longer needed its guest. They no longer needed a focal point to embolden them, and if there was more footage to be taken it would have to involve others aside from the wolf.

This was going to be one hell of a party for everyone in attendance, and it was far from over yet, except for the birthday boy himself. In his drugged up haze he couldn't even think about squirming free. About calling for help. He didn't want to. In a strange way he was content to be left alone here, able to endure the overwhelmingly anguish of the hypersensitivity and revel in the brief piercing points of orgasmic rapture amidst his drug-addled dopiness.

For Lycan, the party was over, and already in his hazy mind it was but a distant memory. The night however, the blackness and the pleasure and the hellish intensity of his body's over-stimulation, was only just beginning.

By Jeeves

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