Wolf's New 'Manager' 3

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Wolf O'Donnell continues to suffer the body-control and conditioning that Leon has for him. But he does get a 'reward'.

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Wolf's New 'Manager'

Part 3

For Limemas

By Draconicon

The more that Wolf was forced to suffer under Leon's 'leadership', the more that he hated it, hated himself, and hated everything else around him. At the same time, the more that he hated what Leon did to him and made him do, the more that his body loved it, which was the big problem about the whole thing. His body loved what happened to it, what it was made to endure, what it was given as a reward when he obeyed, and...

And it was starting to mess with his head. The leader of Star Wolf, as far as the rest of the galaxy was concerned, was still the same. As far as he and Leon were concerned, however -

"Mmmmph..."

His cock throbbed as he laid there, his head digging into the pillow as he did his best to ignore the throbbing rod of flesh between his legs. The sheer stiffness that it had was a lie, something that was meant to tease him, torment him, remind him of what he wasn't allowed to do.

You will not cum without the command, Wolf. Not now, not ever.

He gritted his teeth, rolling on his side as his shaft throbbed all the harder. It was a 'reward' from the ring that he wore, not to mention all the other implants that were buried in his body from Leon's constant experimentation and 'improvements' that the chameleon had forced on him. Everything thrummed with 'pleasure' when he obeyed his 'master', and filled him with pain when he even thought of disobeying.

He carefully steered his thoughts from that little area. Sometimes, just thinking about what would happen to him if he defied an order was enough to trigger the punishment, and he really didn't need that when he was trying to sleep.

Rolling onto his stomach, trying to smother that bulge with his body, was something that never worked, but he tried it anyway. He glared straight ahead, eyes narrowed at the wall as he tried not to think about how fucked he was.

It was impossible. He was fucked, all but had been fucked at this point. His asshole had been violated by toys, by fingers, by probes that Leon took far too much pleasure in shoving down his asshole. He groaned just thinking of it, feeling his tail rising and his needs doing the same just by the idea of allowing that goddamn -

"Nnngh!"

The heated anticipation turned to pain the moment that his anger started to rise. It was not something that he could stop, and he had to force himself to ride through it. It was like a combination of humiliating spanks with the feeling of someone gripping his balls and giving them the worst, tightest squeeze that he could imagine. He hissed, huffing through it as he made himself think good thoughts about Leon. Honest, good thoughts, the hardest ones to come by, and the ones that humiliated him most.

Complimentary thoughts about the other man's skill with machines.

Happy thoughts of admiration about how he piloted a Wolfen.

Annoyed, horny thoughts of how it felt to cum when he was told.

All of that gradually started pulling him back from the painful edge, leaving him huffing, puffing, groaning in frustration as he rolled onto his back again. He stared up at the ceiling, his hands crossed over his chest as he shook his head.

"I can't do this..."

There was no answer in the quiet room, not that he expected there to be. There never was when he was talking to the emptiness, the darkness. He closed his eyes, trying not to imagine his master again, but the image was there nonetheless. The naked image of the chameleon, the sight of him standing there, smug, erect, hand on his cock and teasing himself to the sight of the wolf and his helplessness.

You're mine now, Wolf. And you always will be.

"Nnnngh..."

Now, be a good boy, and suck me...

Wolf growled, covering his eyes and trying to rub the image away. It gradually dissipated, but not before it sent a throb down to his cock once more. A good boy would have gone with it...and he would be a good boy.

I...nnngh...

He wasn't even allowed to think 'I hate this' without knowing that there would be hell to pay for it. The implant would remind him of his place, and more than likely, Leon would find out that he had been pushing his luck. Then, the real punishment would begin.

Wolf forced himself to sleep, and hoped that he'd avoid dreaming tonight. He got half his wish.

The morning came with a flare of the sun they were orbiting, and he groaned under his breath as he dragged himself out of his bed. His cock, treated with the cock ring to keep it from getting damaged from extensive erections, was still as hard as could be, and begged for more attention. He kept his hands at his sides, instead.

No sooner had he managed to get to his feet than the door opened. He could hear the signature footsteps of Leon, and didn't bother covering himself up. Instead, he stared out the window of the space station, keeping his eyes on the black space surrounding the sun in the distance. The chameleon approached him from behind, eventually resting a hand on his ass cheeks.

"Mmmm, you look better and better by the day."

Wolf refused to rise to the bait. He had better things to do. When he didn't, Leon patted his ass again, moving to stand beside him.

"Good news, pup."

Pup. He bit off a groan as he felt the pleasure that the word forced on him, his cock throbbing up and bouncing, twitching several times. Shaking his head, he glanced down at the chameleon.

"What kind of news?"

"Ah, ah. You know what you're supposed to call me."

"..."

"Say it, Wolf."

"...What kind of news...Master?"

"That's better." Pat, pat. Again, a pat to his ass, something that he would have punished by ripping the arms off someone else that tried that. "The Starfox team is on Corneria again, on leave."

"...So?"

"So, I think it's time that you got a reward."

"..."

"Self-training is certainly more difficult than standard training, and you've been applying yourself to thinking proper thoughts. I think it's time that you receive something for your troubles. And you've been aching for that Fox kid for too long."

"...What are you saying, Master?" he asked.

"I'm saying that I think we should take a trip. The two of us. I think Fox needs to learn his place...and it would be a good blackmail opportunity for you."

It would, at that. The pup had been so cocky of late, ever since the end of the war. Everything had gone his way, and he had been getting offers left, right, and center for different companionship, Wolf was sure. Having someone that he had been fighting against beat him in the bedroom, and then threaten to show what kind of bitch he was to the galaxy...

That was definitely enough to keep Wolf hard without the aid of all the implants that were spread through him.

"What's the catch, Master?" Wolf asked.

"Heh, you think that there's a catch to a reward?"

"It's you, Leon. I know you."

"Good. You're not an idiot." The chameleon cackled. "The catch is, it happens the way that I want...and I watch it."

"..."

"That, or you stay here, and we keep playing my way."

"...We'll go as soon as I'm dressed."

"No...we'll go now. You can fly naked."

The flight across the galaxy to Corneria had been awkward, to say the least. More than once, he had been ordered to stop his Wolfen and show off across the empty space between them. He had been made to shove his ass against the glass window for Leon to watch, had been made to grind his ass against the chair, had been made to stroke and edge for hours. Hours that had left him tender in the crotch and swollen in the sac, considering that the two days of flying through space hadn't been followed by any release or relief in the slightest.

Even the tight bodysuit that Leon made him wear now offered nothing in the way of relief. His balls were displayed prominently, forced forward, and his cock had been made to climb up his belly, resting against his stomach and showing off just how much wolf-meat there was for those that might want to take a ride.

Not that he got that chance, either. Leon dragged him along the sidewalk more jealously than an executive with a trophy wife. It was as humiliating as one might imagine, particularly when Leon stroked the collar around his neck.

"This suits you."

"Not...in public...Master," Wolf growled through gritted teeth.

"Oh, don't worry. Nobody will recognize you."

"It's not like you're hiding my face."

"I don't have to, pup." Another swell of pleasure, making his cock throb visibly through the tight latex. "It's not like you're wearing anything like Wolf would wear, is it?"

"...No."

"That's your disguise. Nobody's going to see Wolf O'Donnell, the terror of the skies. They see a pup. A lusty, horny pup."

"Nnnngh..."

"And his master...Now...be a good bitch and keep walking."

If there was one thing that Wolf would never get used to, it was the treatment that all the implants allowed Leon to put him through. He was controlled, body and mind, by the things that the other man had put into him. Some of them made him stronger, some made him faster, but they all allowed Leon to do whatever the hell he wanted. Wolf gritted his teeth as the chameleon led him into a club, one that was darkened to the point of being almost pitch-black, only broken up by lights that were carried by dancers, servers, and some few others that bothered to light up their personal space.

It didn't take long to figure out why they were here, either. Sitting across the room, all gathered together in a booth, was the Starfox team. Fox was sitting in the middle, the old hare and the younger pheasant on either side of him, with the rest missing. They were probably elsewhere in the club.

"Ah, there's the boy..." Leon chuckled. "Mmm, and it looks like pup wants to use him."

"Nnngh..."

"Don't worry. You'll get the chance. Soon."

"Why are you doing this?" Wolf grunted.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you...giving me this?"

"You think that you can just ask your master questions like that, hmm?"

"...What do you want me to do, Master?" Wolf asked, giving up on getting an answer.

"Go find one of the side rooms, then strip down and wait. I'll bring the boy there when it's time."

That was easy enough to do, and his body was already doing it. The tight latex clung to him from head to toe, and he groaned as he felt just how strong it was, how powerful and thick it was, how it pulled at him from head to toe and made him walk more like a drone than a living person. Perhaps that was part of the reason that Leon made him wear it. Maybe that was why he wasn't allowed his normal clothes.

Either way, it was awkward, and he was constantly aware of both his ass and his cock as he walked through the crowd. Some people dancing in the middle of the darkened club brushed up against him as he passed by, while others only groped him as they noticed the dark canine passing by them. He gritted his teeth through the whole experience, feeling his body respond in pleasure as he was obeying the master chameleon, all while he did his best not to let that hate grow to something that would punish him.

It was a lot more difficult than he thought.

He eventually reached the side hallway that led to the private rooms and took it, eventually reaching one chamber that was empty. He stepped inside, hesitated for a moment, then followed the other order.

His cock throbbed embarrassingly hard as he gradually stripped off the latex body suit. It should have left his cock flopping down without the support that it had provided for the last few hours, but instead, he was hard as a rock. Wolf sat down on the one bed in the room, which was the only piece of furniture around, and he did his best not to shuffle, or look impatient, or nervous.

What if someone else comes in?

Naked as he was, he probably looked like a whore, someone that was there to be used. If Leon didn't send Fox back here soon, someone else might enter the room and think that exact thing. Could he actually defend himself if that happened? Would it matter?

This...I have to...

There had to be something that he could do. Yet, whenever he considered getting up, or getting dressed, at least, the warning twinges of pain were right there at the edge of his thoughts. He would be punished if he did that, and he would be reminded of just how much more could happen to him if he defied the chameleon's orders.

So, instead, he sat and waited, as he had been told. The simple act of following that order was enough to keep him hard, and soon, it was enough to send enough tingles through his cock to leave him a little drippy, too. His pre-cum ran down along the underside of his cock, and he growled deep in his throat, hating himself since he couldn't hate Leon.

Then, footsteps. His ears perked up and he just barely stopped his tail from wagging as he waited to see what they were coming from, but soon enough, he had his answer. Leon and Fox stepped through the door, the latter leaning against the former, stumbling along and seemingly barely conscious.

"Heh, a little addition to his booze," Leon answered the unspoken question. "Out of it, and sensitive as can be. Here."

The chameleon all but threw Fox across the room, the smaller male falling over Wolf's lap and staying there. He dug his cool nose against the canine's crotch, breathing in, and Wolf's dick jumped when he felt the air dragging along his shaft.

"Have your fun. But don't cum."

"Don't -"

"That's your order, Pup. Don't cum."

Don't cum.

Don't cum.

Don't cum.

It was like he could feel his balls sealing up just hearing that order, like he could feel everything tightening up and clenching down, like his balls actually were sealed off from the concept of blowing his load now. It was a weird feeling, but...but rather intense...and somehow...

Why does that feel good?

But it did. It felt really good, and his cock felt harder than ever. Was it because his body was obeying Leon's commands, even if he wasn't? Was that the source of the -

Sniff, sniff.

Another puff of air over his balls, and the drunk, drugged Fox looked up at him. There was no recognition in those eyes. He was not conscious of what he was doing. Just...horny, horny and needy and confused.

Wolf groaned, giving in to the moment. If nothing else, he would be able to get his dick in the fox for the first time. He would be able to put the real pup in his place, rather than just being forced there himself.

"Get your ass up here..."

He yanked Fox off the floor, dragging him over his lap and pinning him there. Fox had always been somewhat on the curvy side, and that hadn't changed. He could feel some plush cushion along Fox's ass, something that made him feel almost like a vixen. Would look like that on camera, too, he had no doubt.

Hearing the click of a camera coming to life, he trusted Leon with the whole filming aspect of this little blackmail session. He did what he did best: he went in for a fight, and he went in hard, pulling Fox's pants off with a ripping pull, exposing that rump to the camera, then peeling the cheeks apart to show the hole.

Fox, rather than fighting back, moaned. He shivered, he gasped, he panted, and he swayed his ass back and forth. Wolf would have grinned, if it wasn't for the fact that he knew that he wasn't going to get to finish. Even then, he felt satisfied, like he was at least getting something for his trouble.

"Get your ass on my dick, pup."

"Nnngh...you..."

"Doesn't matter who I am. You want it, don't you?"

"Mmmph..."

"All that flying around, playing with that joystick...it's all been because you wanted to play with the real thing."

He maneuvered Fox back, feeling his cock sliding between the plush cheeks, enjoying the feeling of them gripping around either side of his cock. That was what he had been missing. That was what he had been wanting for far too long. Such a good, tight pucker so close to his cock, so near to being filled.

He glanced around the vulpine on his lap, making sure that Leon wasn't going to stop him at the last second. The chameleon had his pants down, his cock in one hand and the camera in the other. The reptile smirked, nodding.

...He's using me to do it... Wolf could hardly believe it. He was basically Leon's proxy, the one that would get in trouble if this ever came to light. Leon was making him do this, so that he might consider it a reward, but so that the chameleon would never be punished if Fox was able to file charges.

I'm the one on the hook for this...I'm the one that will be blamed...

But that didn't make his cock any less hard...nor did it make him any more able to fight back against the orders that were forcing him to take his rival...and fuck him. He pulled down, dragging those plush hips towards his cock, and his shaft throbbed all the harder as he felt that pucker waiting for him. There was nothing telling him to hold back, nothing making him be gentle, and from the look on Fox's drugged-out face, there was nothing in the other male that wanted him to hold back.

So, he didn't.

SQUELCH! The first thrust went deep, pulling Fox all the way down to the base of his cock, making this rival take it all the way to the hilt first time going. He growled as he felt that tight hole, that warmth, those inner walls clenching around him and spasming up and down his shaft. It milked him hard, and from how much he'd been edging, teasing, exposing himself, it should have been enough to take him over the edge right then and there. Yet, due to Leon's command, he was still hard, still oozing...and not at all cumming.

Oh, he wanted to. He desperately wanted to, and his balls felt full and backed-up beyond all physical capacity. But he couldn't make it stop, couldn't make himself go over that edge. All he could do was suffer it, suffer it and enjoy it, enjoy it and suffer it. He ground Fox down, pulling the other male against him, huffing through his nose and smelling both his musk and his rival's as they both felt all the more pent-up.

"Nnngh...W-Wolf..."

Fox's moan sent another thrill to his cock. Hearing the pup moan for him was more than enough to make him want to just throw him to the ground and go to town, but he doubted that he was going to get the chance.

But he wanted to.

Badly.

Instead, he pulled Fox close, gripping his hips with both hands, and started yanking him up and down, up and down, using everything that he had in his augmented arms to control how fast the fox rode him. Up, down, up, down, his arms moving almost mechanically, to the point where he half-wondered if Leon had taken control again. Yet, he could not stop himself; he didn't want to stop himself. All he wanted was to keep feeling that tight hole squeezing around his cock, hear the sound of his shaft plundering that hole, and smell Fox's need getting higher and higher.

It didn't take long for the drugged pilot to be moaning like a whore, riding him as fast as Wolf allowed. Wolf heard something, a hint of a voice, and his arms suddenly stopped pulling Fox along. They rested at his sides, instead, allowing Fox to do the work of riding him properly. The slut was good at it, too, slamming his ass back, using his hands for nothing but looking pretty. Hell, they were pulled up and behind Fox's head, thrusting his chest forward a bit, making him look like a professional whore.

It was a good look for him, Wolf thought.

Fox moaned as he bounced, leaving Wolf groaning under his breath, trying and failing to keep his own excitement under control. Whenever he looked down, he could see his own throbbing cock popping out of Fox's ass, could see the way that his bigger shaft tugged at that hole, pulled it wide, left it almost gaping...

But he couldn't do what any proper top could have done. He couldn't cum.

In, out, in, out it went, and Fox moaned like the bitch he was, but Wolf just couldn't finish. It stopped being purely pleasurable, and became a pleasurable frustration, something that kept building just at the edge of awareness, something that was so close to the real thing that it was driving him mad. He moaned, he grunted, he even thrust up a few times before he heard that whisper of a voice again and his hips went still. Control, he realized; Leon was controlling him, whispering little commands, and -

"Nnngh..."

And filling him with pleasure for obeying them. Of all the sneaky little things, this had to be one of the worst, considering that he wasn't allowed to cum, either. His cock-ring was tight around the base of his dick, and Fox's desperate riding wasn't making it better.

Considering the smirk on Leon's face, he was pretty sure that the night wasn't going to get easier, either.

_On all fours, he humped away. Fox was on his belly, laying down, nothing but a rag-doll as Wolf rammed into him again and again, his ass spreading wide for the bigger male's cock. Wolf growled like a feral beast as he rutted the smaller male, his rival nothing but a cock-sleeve for him in that moment. That pucker was beaten, the ass cheeks half-bruised from the battering rut that they'd taken, but Fox's cock still streamed pre-cum.

Wolf pulled him back, showing off the smaller male's cock to the camera. Oozing, dripping, soaked with cum and pre-cum from an earlier orgasm, Fox was the picture of a helpless little bitch._

Up against the wall, ramming that ass full again, holding Fox pinned with his back against the wall and his legs up in the air. Wolf rammed in again and again, his balls feeling bigger than oranges between his legs and heavier than ever. Every thrust reminded him of how long it had been since he had been allowed to release, and each time he felt his eyes rolling back in his head as he wanted to do nothing more than beg his Master for the chance to blow his load. Just one load, just one. He would keep going, but just one.

But the chameleon was silent, filming them both from behind, getting as many views of Wolf's ass and swaying balls as he did of Fox getting a cock rammed inside of him. It should have been a warning, but he couldn't understand it.

"Hump," Leon commanded, and he did, all but howling in pleasure as he continued following orders.

_On his back, allowing Fox to put his tongue to work. It was not getting penetrated, but Wolf still felt weird through the pleasure of getting rimmed. For all that this was meant to humiliate Fox, for all that this was something that was supposed to put his rival in his place, Wolf could not help but feel like he was the one getting prepped for something.

It was no easier to have Leon much closer now, that camera in so tight that it was impossible for him to tell just what the chameleon was filming compared to before. It almost felt like his pucker was of more interest than the one doing the rimming.

His cock throbbed as he kept his position, however, obeying the orders. Obeying the orders was all he could do; defiance, fear, anger brought pain, while obedience brought pleasure._

Pleasure was good.

Pleasure was right.

_He was all but screaming with need as he fucked Fox against the window. Fox had cum more than a dozen times, and even now, the vulpine pilot was shooting blanks against the glass. Wolf hadn't cum once, and it was leaving him in pleasurable agony to keep going through this. He could feel the weight of his balls, the stiffness of his shaft, and there was nothing else that he could focus on. Not even Fox's ass was a good distraction anymore; all it offered was pleasure, pleasure that he could barely take.

He screamed, howled, moaned in ways that should have gotten them thrown out of the club, but they were still there. He rammed into that ass, feeling it jiggle against him, feeling his own load trying to escape, trying to do the thing that every male wanted to do with their bitch, but it just never happened. He whimpered, he screamed, he growled. He begged, he commanded, he did things that he would never remember through the haze of lust that descended on him.

But above all...he obeyed._

In, out, in, out, each thrust driving him up the wall and down it again. He could feel that silky hole clenching around him, the puffy heat making him want more. He could feel the inner walls pulling at him, milking him. They drew pre-cum from his balls, but nothing more than that. No relief, no nothing, just the lubrication that allowed their ordered actions to keep going.

And Leon kept watching.

He had to be carried from the club at the end of it all, and Leon was there at his side, teasing him, rubbing his back as they walked down the streets.

"You did good, Pup. That video will get us everything we want from those low-brained idiots."

"Nnnngh..."

"And you'll get your reward, soon."

That was all that Wolf cared about anymore. He could feel the churning down below, his hyper-sensitive cock begging for the chance to be released. The latex suit had been too tight, too constricting for him to be able to wear out of the club, so now he was naked on the streets. Leon concealed him a bit with the camera that they'd used, but that was all that he had to his name. The only reason that they hadn't both been discovered already was the fact that there was more of interest in the club. Probably, Fox had been discovered by now, and all the locals were hurrying to see what was going on.

He hoped that they were going to go back to port where the Wolfen were parked and head back to the space station. Even if that meant that it would be a couple of days until he had his relief, he would be willing to suffer that if it meant that he would also be given the chance to recover from all the crap that his cock had gone through. It was stiff, sore, and wanted nothing more than to be left the hell alone.

Yet, that wasn't to be.

Leon dragged him around the corner, pulling him between two buildings, and leaned him face-first against one of them. Wolf could hardly move, but when Leon told him to stay still and lift his tail, he had no choice but to obey.

What...no, no, you can't be doing this now...

It was a horrible thought, but what if Leon was going to take his turn, now? What if they were going to - he didn't have that kind of stretching back there. He didn't have any way to be able to take the chameleon.

Yet, among all the other objections, one was conspicuously missing. Not that he wouldn't do it, not that he couldn't do it...but that he didn't want it.

Somehow, that one had disappeared, and he didn't realize that it wasn't there until Leon's fingers graced his pucker. He gasped as he felt one scaly digit already sliding in, flicking against the spit that had been left over from Fox rimming him. Each inch that digit slid in made his humiliation that much worse.

"Nnngh...what...what are you doing...Master?" he muttered, forcing himself to say it to avoid the pain of failure.

"Giving you your reward."

"Nnngh..."

"But since your cock is so sore, pup...you'll just have to take it this way."

Leon's finger curled, and the pressure on his prostate was almost too much for him to bear. He whimpered, grinding his cheek against the stone of the nearby building, wincing as he felt just how much was inside of him. His cock lurched up, yet more tension for the exhausted bit of anatomy. He winced, shaking his head, trying to gasp for breath, to beg for mercy -

Squelch. Squelch.

The slow fingering continued, teasing him and bringing him right to the brink in less than ten seconds. He was so riled up that there was no hiding just how badly he needed it, though his shame would have been immense if he came right then and there. He could not help it, though, as he dribbled pre-cum all over the ground.

"Go on, Pup."

"Mmmph...please..."

"Please what?"

Please...what? Wolf groaned. He didn't know. He didn't know what he wanted, or what he needed. He didn't know what else he craved, what else he required. All he knew was that his body ached, that everything inside of him screamed for the gentle relief that he needed, but if he came now, it would hurt.

It would do more than hurt. It would be agony. It would be pain.

"Cum, pup."

And it would be release. He howled, throwing his head back as he came, alright, cumming in ropes that were thicker than any load that he had released before. From the simple pleasure of prostate stimulation, he came, and came, and came, painting the wall of the alley with everything that he had in his balls. Everything that Fox should have gotten went against the concrete wall before him, spreading in a splatter that was very nearly person-sized.

Then, and only then, did Wolf slip, falling into unconsciousness. Too much, too fast, and even desperate obedience could not keep him conscious.

The End

Summary: Wolf O'Donnell continues to suffer the body-control and conditioning that Leon has for him. But he does get a 'reward'.

Tags: M/M, Teasing, Humiliation, Latex, Fox, Wolf, Chameleon, Leon, Wolf O'Donnell, Fox McCloud, Starfox, Rule 34, Anal, Drugs, Riding, Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Cum, Size Difference, Body Control, Training, Series,