Controlled Impulses: Chapter 5

Story by jjwolverine on SoFurry

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#5 of Controlled Impulses

This story explores themes of mind control and non-consensual sex amongst anthropomorphic animals using fictional technology. It is intended for an audience of 18+. Please leave me a comment with reactions or suggestions!


Chapter 5: A new recruit

I was watching TV in my underwear on the sofa when I heard the doorbell ring, long and loud. Startled, I jumped up, bounded the short distance to the front door, and opened it with a jerk. Perhaps if I'd been less surprised I would have thought not to answer the door mostly naked! I lived alone and never had visitors... but it was only the FedEx fox.

"Package for Chance? Chance, uh, Dog?" called the fox impatiently. He looked down at his clipboard, then turned it towards me. "It just says 'Dog' here. Can you sign for Chance Dog?"

"That's me!" I said, wondering what it was. I stepped forward and signed while the bored fox rolled his eyes, conspicuously ignoring my bare chest and my packed underwear. I towered over him.

"Thanks bud!" I said enthusiastically, handing back the clipboard and taking the package in exchange. The fox wordlessly returned to his truck. Maybe it was a present!

I brought the small, flat cardboard box inside and eagerly ripped it open. A heavy, black metal ring slid out of it with a loud clunk. I looked at the circular object, perplexed. It was about seven inches in diameter, and a few millimeters thick. It looked shiny and polished, and had no apparent features or adornments. What was this?

Looking more carefully at the box, I saw that the sender was "Dynamic Labs LLC" with an address in the industrial part of town. There was no other information. Weird. I shook the box again, and a small card fell out of it. The card looked blank, but there was writing on the back. It said:

Claim Your $500 Here

...and there was a cryptic short URL of random letters printed underneath it. Very strange! I am not usually a trusting pup, but I was in no position to refuse $500. My mechanic job at the nearby used car lot was not exactly a lucrative position. I was barely making rent, and definitely needed money. I mean, sure it was probably a scam of some kind... but... it couldn't hurt to check it out. Right?

Wary but intrigued, I popped open my laptop and carefully typed the URL into a browser. It resolved a cryptic URL I didn't recognize. The web page was very plain, but it had the heading "CLAIM $500" and then "STEP ONE" in large letters underneath. Below that was a hand-drawn illustration of a black ring like the one in front of me. The diagram showed two disembodied paws picking up the ring, and indicated that it would split apart on a hinge if pulled. Huh.

I picked up the metal ring and looked at it more closely. It was surprisingly warm to the touch. I noticed a tiny seam at one point which was probably the hinge, and positioned my paws so that I was holding it just like the diagram showed. I heard a small click sound, and the ring opened into two half-circles connected by the hinge.

As soon as I did that, the web page on my laptop screen changed by itself. Now it said: "STEP TWO" and showed a new diagram. In this one, the two paws were now joined by a featureless, mannequin-like head. Together they illustrated placing the hinge against its throat, and closing the ring into a tight necklace around the mannequin's neck.

So it was a collar. As soon as I saw what it wanted me to do, my blood ran cold. My fur stood on end. What the fuck! What would happen if I put the collar on? What if it wouldn't come off again? I tried closing the ring without putting it on, but the web page immediately went back to "STEP ONE". Somehow it knew that I wasn't really wearing it...? Creepy!

I dropped it back onto the table with a thud, and shut my laptop. No way was I putting on some mysterious collar gadget! I went back to watching TV, and tried not to think about it.

The next day was like any other. I got up. I showered. I went to work. I got home. I watched TV... or tried to. I ate lunch and dinner somewhere in there, I guess. But all day long, I could only think about the 500 dollars, and the strange ring. I should have thrown it out, but I couldn't make myself do it. Every time I walked past the table where it sat, I felt drawn to the creepy thing. By midnight I was just sitting on the couch, staring at it.

Against my better judgement, I picked it up again. I couldn't stop myself. As if acting on their own, my paws pressed the hinge against my throat and closed it around my neck. I heard it latch with another click sound. It vibrated slightly. I tugged at the ring with my paws, and sure enough, it had locked. The seam where the hinge had been somehow disappeared, and I couldn't get it to open again. It was really a collar now.

Welp.

I opened the laptop again, which had now changed to show only the words "STEP THREE: SLEEP." There was nothing else on the screen. I felt so stupid. My cheeks burned with humiliation under my fur. What the hell had I just done? I pried at the collar for a few more minutes, but it was hard as steel. No budging it. Feeling defeated and suddenly very tired, I dragged myself to bed and fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.

I was dimly aware of a long night of strange, bizarre, twisted sexual dreams, difficult to remember. I had fleeting impressions of strange male animals with piercing red eyes all around me. They were huge, naked, and cruel. Some towered over me and stared at me indifferently, making me cower in fear and humiliation. Others grabbed my paws, pulling my arms and legs apart so I was trapped and stretched, so hard I thought I would be ripped apart.

Several of them would suddenly grab me and force their cocks into my mouth and ass, fucking me roughly and painfully as I was held prostrate. Their cum burned like fire when they filled me. I howled at the searing pain as they forced me to take their seed. The fire spread through me at first, but then focused into my center until it was like a single white hot poker right behind my dick. It forced me to get hard, and then to cum involuntarily. Then they'd let me go and leave me alone in a heap in the darkness. But before I could catch my breath, more strange, cruel animals would appear and do it all again. The whole night went by like that. Over and over, exhausting and terrifying and humiliating. I could feel them destroying my body, and wearing down my will.

It was a very long night.

When I finally awoke, it was already noon. I quickly forgot the disturbing dreams, leaving me with a hard dick and an inexplicable pool of cum soaking my chest fur. And I was starving, I suddenly realized. Knowing there'd be nothing to eat in the fridge, I washed up quickly and headed to the grocery store. Famished and groggy, I bought whatever popped into my head to eat: bread, cereal, noodles. I dumped my armload of food onto the checkout belt distractedly.

"That's a really interesting necklace," said the lynx behind the counter as she bagged my groceries. She paused to look briefly at my face, and then went back to bagging.

"Necklace...?" I replied, confused. I put a paw absent-mindedly on my neck and felt the warm metal collar there. Oh right, I thought. Funny, I hadn't noticed it all morning. I only very dimly remembered putting it on yesterday. It seemed like a long time ago. Now it felt warm and strangely comforting against my neck fur. Considering how I'd gotten it, I should probably feel like a trapped animal with it locked around my neck. But instead, I thought detachedly, I didn't really mind it. Not sure why.

When I got home, there was another package waiting for me on the doorstep. I brought it inside and set it on the coffee table. I put away the groceries, spent a few minutes making myself a bowl of the cheap noodles, and then sat down in front of the package.

This box was also from "Dynamic Labs LLC", and was a bit smaller than the first one. Like before, I ripped open the box and shook out its contents. A smooth black capsule dropped into my paw, about half an inch thick and a few inches long. I set it down on the table. Like the collar, I felt strangely drawn to it, even though I didn't know what it was for. Then I remembered the computer screen from yesterday. I opened my laptop and looked again at the instructions page.

Sure enough, it now showed "STEP FOUR" and a new diagram. I looked at it detachedly, trying to make sense of what I was being instructed to do. The diagram showed two disembodied paws like before, on the left side of the diagram. This time they were holding a cartoon drawing of the black capsule. On the right, it showed an animal's rump. In the diagram, one paw lifted the animal's fluffy tail while the other paw pushed the black capsule into its pink hole.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I understood that this was very wrong. I absolutely should not shove an anonymously mailed device into my ass. But that thought was distant, and hazy, like a memory of a dream that was fading quickly. I knew I would do it anyway, and for some reason I felt completely calm about that.

I shucked off my clothes, bent over the side of the sofa, lifted my tail, and placed the strange object against my naked hole. I expected discomfort, but the tip of the capsule somehow slid inside me very easily, almost on its own. I felt my ass being spread open quickly as it slipped most of the way inside me. It hurt a bit, but less than I expected. I could tell it was changing shape somehow--- widening on both the inside and out, to hold itself in place. It seemed to be expanding, and I felt a slightly painful pressure in my rump as the black plug seemed to fill up my insides.

The laptop screen caught my eye; it had cleared to white, and now showed only the words:

"GOOD BOY."

I flopped down onto the sofa, feeling very strange. The pressure filling me continued to increase. The plug spread my pucker open further, and kept expanding deep into my guts. I felt it pressing against my taint from the inside, and soon the pressure gave way to a pulsing, aching, rhythmic pain. I whimpered and rolled onto my back, trying to ease the pressure. But it kept getting worse. My thick seven inch cock quickly emerged from its sheath, hardening. I watched, wincing, as it twitched with each pulse above my flat stomach.

A tiny voice in my head was screaming to freak out, to try to get the plug out of me, to stop this. But I knew it would be futile. I knew it had me, and it would fill me as much as it wanted and there was nothing I could do about it.

I closed my eyes. I felt myself give up. Physically, emotionally, mentally. My mind cleared of worries... of any thoughts at all really. Soon after that, the all-consuming pain blended into pure, all-consuming pleasure. It was like I was being fucked from inside by a huge, invisible, throbbing bull cock. My ears and tail tingled. My body still ached all over, but now with an intense pleasure. Rhythmic waves of sensation billowed outwards from the cold presence that had taken me over from the inside. Over and over, wave after wave. I felt it shorting out my nerves and my thoughts. Burning away skepticism and resistance. Bulldozing all my worries and thoughts into a gulf of nothing but simple, animal pleasure.

I don't know how long that went on. Hours? But eventually my body let loose. With a yowl I came, harder than I'd ever cum before in my life. It was the deepest, most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt. What seemed like gallons of cum pulsed out of my quivering, rock-hard cock. It splattered my face, my chest fur, the wall behind me. I convulsed repeatedly, unable to stop, arching my back violently and involuntarily. I felt turned inside out, like I was being wrung dry by the unbearable pressure forcing me to cum and cum for what seemed like minutes.

I blacked out.

"Chance? ... Chance. Wake up boy."

I heard a voice calling my name, rousing me from unconsciousness. I was still on the couch, lying in a huge pool of sticky, drying cum. I looked around, but no one was there. Who was talking?

"Ah good, you're awake. Please sit up and look at me so I can tell that you understand."

I sat up without thinking. Still confused, my eyes fell on the laptop screen. I expected it to be off, but instead it showed the face of a stranger--- an unfamiliar but handsome, well groomed black wolf. As I watched, his ear twitched and I realized that I was looking at a video, not a still image. The wolf looked straight at me, and then spoke again:

"That's a good boy. You've had a rough couple of days, but you should be feeling better now. I'll be your handler from now on."

I should probably have wondered what he meant by "handler", but I found myself surprisingly incurious about all this. Instead, I simply nodded. The wolf smiled warmly in response, and I immediately liked him. He really was quite attractive, with a strong paternal face and a look which was stern yet kind. He reminded me of my old high school karate master, friendly but powerful and commanding.

"Good," replied the wolf, still smiling. "I see you're already feeling... agreeable. In that case, let's get you bonded and measured. What will you call me?"

It was an extremely odd question. But instead of being confused, I realized I already had an answer in mind.

"Master," I said flatly.

"Okay, I am 'Master', then. That will work fine." the wolf looked down and tapped something into a touch screen tablet that he was holding. Abruptly I realized that he did seem kind of familiar to me. Not that we'd ever met before, just that ... this was someone I could be comfortable around. Master was someone I could trust. I relaxed.

"Excellent," said Master briskly. "Now, could you please stand up and present your body to the camera."

"Yes, Master," I said. Meekly I stood up, orienting the laptop to point at myself while Master watched me expectantly. Realizing I was naked, I reached for my clothes which were in a heap on the floor. Immediately I felt a sharp, stinging pain in my neck, like the collar was shocking me. I yelped and dropped the pants I had picked up.

"No clothes, please, Chance," chided Master. "We'll need to see everything. Now won't you stand up straight?"

I straightened my body and stepped back, posing unconsciously so that Master could see my entire body from my ears, down my bare chest, my sheath and balls, my thighs, and down to my hindpaws. I heard the click of photos being taken.

"That's much better, my boy. Now turn around."

I turned as instructed, presenting my rump, back, and tail to the camera. I waited patiently while more photos were taken. It didn't bother me at all that Master was photographing every inch of my body. He was surely doing something important.

"...and, lift your tail now?" I flexed, lifting my tail a bit to show more of my tightly muscled butt to the camera.

"Fine, fine," said the wolf from behind me. "Let's have a look at how your implant has settled. Can you bend over for me? Make sure you spread your cheeks apart so we can see your sphincter."

Obediently I bent over, keeping balance as best I could as I put my paws on my ass cheeks and pulled them open. I heard more photographic clicks. Master mentioning my "implant" reminded me that I had just earlier that day been violently penetrated and raped from the inside by some kind of robotic device. I should have felt unsettled, but I wasn't worried. I certainly didn't feel anything there now, so what was to worry about?

"Excellent, Chance," crooned the wolf approvingly. "That's such a very good boy. Looks like your implant is fully integrated, so it's time for a quick test. Wait just a moment..." I heard the handsome wolf tapping on the computer tablet he was holding.

"There," said Master, finishing whatever it was he was typing. "Now please insert your right index finger into your rump."

It was another very strange request, but I tried my best to do as Master instructed. Inching my right paw toward the center of my butt, I reached a finger out to touch my tightly closed pucker. I expected to encounter the normal impassable friction, but to my surprise, my hole felt slick and wet. I slid a finger into myself easily.

The moment my finger went in, I suddenly felt a radiating wave of pleasure and heat from inside my ass. Not as cripplingly intense as before, but it definitely felt amazing. I sighed with satisfaction, half involuntarily. Had I always liked being fingered in the ass?

"That's good, you can stand up now," said the wolf through the video link. "Seems like the neural integration is fully responsive. And," he added with a smirk, "your new lubrication glands. Tell me boy, do you have a bathroom scale?"

I did indeed have a weight scale, and a small part of me felt pleased to be able to say yes to the handsome wolf. After saying so, Master had me fetch it and weigh myself.

"160 lbs," I reported.

"I see," replied Master, tapping data and commands into his tablet. "Well, unfortunately that's a little under where we need you to be. You're going to need to do some exercises for us, and a new diet for a few days. To bulk you up before we can bring you in. Don't worry, it won't take long. Can you point the camera at the floor, Chance? And then do a pushup for me."

I did as I was told. Down on all four paws, with my rump stuck in the air, I let myself down onto the floor by flexing my biceps, and then pushed back up again. Without warning, a sudden shock stabbed my neck from all sides. I yelped and collapsed without meaning to.

"That's not good form, Chance," he growled. "You need to do these better. Try again, now."

Shaking, I lifted myself back into position while the older wolf barked commands at me. I obeyed without question. I did not want another shock.

"Keep your rump lower," Master instructed. "Good. Now move your forepaws further back, below your shoulders. Good. Paws closer together... good. Okay try again."

I did another push-up; this time it was much harder because of the posture and because I was nervous about getting punished again. But no shock came. I guess I had done it right.

"Very good boy, Chance!" he exclaimed. At that moment, I felt a gentle wave of pleasure wash over me, which made the muscle strain of my doing the push-ups feel strangely lovely. I did a few more, working hard but happy to be obedient and pleasing my handler. I kept going, and before I knew it I had done 40 pushups, and then 50. I had no idea I could do even 10, I was amazed at myself. My arms were tired and shaking, but I was able to ignore the discomfort now. I wanted so badly to be a good boy.

"Good, good. That's enough for now, boy," said Master. I flopped to the floor and lay there. I was tired but happy. "We'll do this again in four hours. In the meantime I want you to go buy yourself four dozen eggs; you'll be very hungry soon."

It was true, I was strangely starving all of the sudden. I went to the kitchen and absent-mindedly gobbled down everything I could get my paws on. And I was still hungry.

The next few days went on like that: commands, exercises, measurements, buying food, eating food. I suppose I should have been bored, but the time passed quickly. It felt so good to be told what to do that I found myself happily focused on it. And my body felt good. Like, really good. I had never felt "in shape" before in my life, and I now understood what it was all about. I felt strong and powerful. My muscles bulged. My arms and legs felt tight against my pecs and groin. I felt the dull, pleasant ache of strength training in every tight muscle.

I was ready to do anything for Master.