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CDTV1: A New Kind of Chastity

Rick, the prideful wolf-fox balanced no less than 9 large glasses, drunken patrons clapping and cheering him on as the bulky jock strolled behind the bar counter, where a small line of eager customers awaited their fill of booze. Amber, foamy beer flew freely from the taps, fluffy heads pouring over into the drip tray with little care for the disapproving bar owner. The spirits behind him existed, but they were old and caked in a thin layer of dust, the patrons here being interested only in cheap and plentiful beer, and Rick was more than happy to provide.

"Hey Rick!" A rather muscular badger called, getting his attention. After setting a few more drinks down for patrons who barely seemed to be able to remember putting in a new order, he leaned over with curiosity. "Yeah, what's up Mike?"

The badger lowered his voice, leaning in, almost whispering. "I have a new item in stock I think you'd like, come visit my shop when you're finished."

Rick worked twice has hard, eager to finish his shift as quickly as possible. His stomach churned in excitement and the bar he worked in started to feel more like a prison cell. Not that he didn't like his job, in fact, he loved it. But in moments like these he was envious of the badger. Someday, perhaps, he would have his own store and the freedom to drink like the patrons he served every night.

The usual feeling of exhaustion which would accompany the end of his shift never came, not even as he was dusting down the last of the tables and clearing away the last of the drinks. 2am had rolled by agonizingly slowly. Though as soon as he had finished, the wolf-fox eagerly left the grimy, rough bar, practically skipping down the street.

A man of is stature had little to worry about with his size, nobody would dare touch or mess with him. Though, he was always careful and quick whenever he entered the store 'sensual desires', his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as he often waited for there to be little or no signs of life before entering.

Although the window had a red 'closed' dangling from a cord, Rick was hardly a regular customer. He had known the Badger for years, having met online at first, then taking things into the real world, the badger often showing Rick what it meant to be a 'power bottom'.

A bell rung as Rick stepped inside the fetish shop, a dim light illuminating all the usual products, all of which were out of his price range as much as he'd love to try out every last one of them. There were ring gags, ball gags, spider gags, muzzles. Harnesses, straps, collars, and mitts. There were whips, paddles, electric shocking devices, and pinwheels. For the most extreme, the store offered full latex suits, gas masks and kinky devices which Rick had yet to fully explore. And yet, still for the more vanilla shopper, there existed a whole range of rope, handcuffs and blindfolds, neatly arranged under a sign which read 'essentials'.

"Over 'ere!" A slightly drunken voice called from the back room. Rick's foxish tail gave a wide sweeping wag. If it was in the backroom, it must be special. "C-coming!" he replied, rushing, swinging open the creaky black door.

He winced slightly from the bright light as it blinded him, his eyes soon settling on the naked badger, who had long since abandoned his clothes and sat on his office chair, two strange circular latex devices on his desk. "Hrmph, look at you. Ears back, tail wagging, just like an eager toy." The badger said, jumping out of his seat, a collar in his hand connected to a leash which Rick barely even noticed being fastened to his neck. He was too distracted by the stench of beer on the Badger's maw.

"I remember the first time you came in here, not believing a bottom could be dominant. Fun times. Now you're like an obedient little Alpha-puppy, isn't that right?" The badger teased, Rick's cheeks and face turning red from the Badger's teasing, his breaths coming in short wobbles. He hated it so much. Yet he loved it, it's why, despite the danger of fellow students, colleagues, work-out buddies and family potentially seeing him, he always came back. The badger was the only person who made him feel this way. The only one he felt comfortable being submissive around.

"Yes..." A meek reply came.

"Yes what?" A second or two passed. The badger soon pressing his footpaw down firmly on Rick's.

"A-Yes-Sir." He responded, shame making his body tense up completely.

"There's a good toy. Now, as I said, I have a new accessory for you. Take a look. Any idea what it is?" The collar felt heavy on his neck. It always did. He both hated and loved wearing it. Though he doubted he could wear one all the time like his roommate did. His paw pads fumbled along the top of the collar to see if he could remove it. As expected, the badger had padlocked it shut for the time being, the feeling of helplessness sending a shudder down his spine... He would've done the same.

"Pay attention." The badger snapped, tugging on the leash, and nearly bringing Rick's muzzle crashing into the desk. Another tug stopped him, but not without choking his neck a little. A firm hand guiding him to the item on the desk. Looking at it, it didn't seem spectacular... "It... It's just a ball." He said, looking around at it. In fact, the only noteworthy aspect was that each ball had a symbol of and unlocked padlock. But other than that, it just looked like a ball you might throw for an energetic puppy.

"Mi-...Sir, I know you're into petplay but. Don't you have lots of dog toys?" Rick asked curiously, moving a hand to pick it up and examine it. "This is no regular dog toy. It's a chastity device." Rick's eyes went wide as he tried to look closer, looking for any signs that might indicate the badger's words to be true... He touched it, caressed it, but it did nothing, Mike merely chuckling at Rick's confusion. "You dumb jock, you don't even think to do any research do you?" He said with a pat to Rick's side, Rick grunting.

"That, Rick, is the CDTV1. Chastity Device Test Version one. Experimental and from Japan, a supplier of mine said they were looking for 'volunteers'. I thought there'd be no better volunteers than yourself and your geeky little roommate." Mark said with a chuckle.

"How does it work?"

"Simple. Pants down, Place it against your crotch."

Cautiously, Rick did as he was told, placing the orb to his crotch, where it started to vibrate. A series of bleeps came from the device, clearly it was charged with electricity which Rick had not seen when he was inspecting the device. Then it started morphing, the surface rippling with the vibrations. "Closer." The badger commanded, and Rick obeyed, his canine sheath stirring slightly, the red tip poking out.

The latex ball pressed against the outside of Rick's sheath, and in an instant, the ball was gone. Or at least, that's how it seemed. In fact, it hadn't gone, instead it had wrapped itself around his sheath and orbs, the open padlock front and centre, still unlocked. The badger wasted no time in pressing his finger up to the padlock, and with a few bleeps and a clearly fake pre-recorded locking sound, the symbol changed, now displaying a red closed lock. No words needed to be said between the two to realize that it was only the badger who would be able to unlock the strange experimental sex device.

However, that was not the only change to happen to the lock. Rather, Rick felt something odd, something more... Devious. It was as through the devices was lined with toothbrushes, only the bristles sightly softer and silkier. Then, he gasped and whined as a tube pushed forcefully down into his urethra. "G-gah... Get it off."

"No can do." Came a stern reply, a hand moving to pet the wolf-fox on the snout. "Relax." He tried, but it was impossible. His sheath was uselessly manipulated, his red tip and cock being assaulted by the bristles. Rick was expecting a familiar feeling of tightness which came with any regular chastity device, but it never came. Instead, his cock continued to grow. The latex morphed around his cock, allowing it to grow and grow, never losing sensation. He felt the bristles and latex stretch to make more room and accommodate more and more of his cock, Rick's eyes closed with a gasp. He couldn't help but lower a paw to the latex to try and stroke it. Which is when he received a nasty zap to his hand, forcing his had to recoil in a yelp.

"Tsk tsk tsk. No touching." The badger said, lowering his own rough paw to stroke against the latex encased cock. And when he did, Rick groaned. Bristles compressed and squeezed delightfully, but he needed more. Which is when the badger removed his paw. "Lie down." He said, tugging the collar against the nearby table, which predictably with the nature of the store, featured different loops and anchor points in each limb. Which, the badger swiftly made use off, locking each one of Rick's limbs in with a 'click', leaving his arms and legs spread, back flat against the table. But at least it was padded.

With a clink and a clunk, the badger soon adjusted the table until it was lower down, allowing him to easily step over the wolf-fox, giving no concern towards the canine as he stepped on his chest, planting a paw down and forcing the air out of his chest. Pulling down his pants, the badger soon lined his tailhole up with the canine cock below, being sure to rub a little lube lube around first, just as if he was preparing a toy for use. "Time to see if this works as advertised."

With a smirk, he lowered his tailhole onto the canine's cock. Suddenly, those twitching brustles got compressed, and the canine felt like he was in pure bliss, his cock twitching, his hips thrusting but the table keeping him firmly in place. "You know how it goes; we go at my pace." The badger said, giving the canine's thigh a hearty slap. The badger took his time, adjusting to the whining, wheezing canine's cock, slowly lowering with a gasp, before lifting himself back up. The badgers cock soon started to grow hard, his paw stroking himself up as he used the canine below like a sex toy, a mindless, needy, desperate sex toy who whined and twitched with each thrust.

The badger stroked his hard cock, bouncing up and down on the canine knot which had long since fully swelled, not that it mattered, the chastity device accommodating the extra space and stretching around it without any issue. Precum had started to leak, only, more liberally. It's viscosity and colour had also changed too, as it dribbled out of the Panda's tailhole, it seemed as though the device mixed some chemical, or altered it in some way to act as an effective lubricant. Not that the whiny, moaning canine could think to look as he was constantly on the edge of cumming, the badger an expert at keeping tops on edge.

The badger's gasps turned into moans, more rapidly slamming against that knot. "Get ready." Was all he was able to say between gasped breaths, as he forced his tailhole to relax, tailhole soon swallowing the wolf's knot. The feeling of being stretched and knotted was enough to make the badger burst his load all over the canine's face. Rick pushed into it, pushing against the restraints. His mind was in orgasm mode, cum ready to burst from his cock. Though, the device below merely let out a slight beep. He felt swelling from within his urethra, the sensation enough to make his eyes suddenly water.

Before it could even travel up his cock, his cum was stopped just outside of the source. It was the worst of both worlds. As the pain subsided, it left him with need. Need to carry on. It was as though he had never orgasmed, as though he was still at the height of cumming but was denied in a way he had never experienced before. He whined loudly, trying to thrust against the badgers tailhole, the badger who merely smirked and let out a slight chuckle. "Worked like a charm it seems. With this little device, you'll go about your day constantly stimulated, unable to touch yourself, and, if you do try to cum well, not a drop is going to leave your balls. It's going to go right back where it came, swelling them up even more. I can't wait to see what they'll look like in a week, my little edge-slut."

The badger casually pulled himself away from the canine cock, his tailhole giving a slight gasp of experience. It wasn't his first, and certainly wouldn't be his last. "There's a second one here, you know I wouldn't make you go through it alone. But, if you let him out before I release you, you'll be taking on double the sentence." The badger warned, moving over to the table to unhook the dazzled hybrid's cuffs.

Rick seemed to be just staring at his paw, then down to his cock. The urge and temptation would surely be killing him from inside, every urge and instinct telling him to grab his cock and stroke it until he came. But his mind knew better, his mind knew that where he should try, he would just be met with a nasty shock. It wasn't worth the risk. "Fast learner. I always chose the brightest toys." The badger said while ruffling Rick's hair condescendingly. That was enough to bring Rick back into the land of the living. And, make his more Alpha side feel a familiar shadow of shame lull over his recently used, and cum covered body. "What have I told you about calling me that." He grumbled. "Let me use the shower."

"Not with an attitude like that."

A growl met in response, to which, the badger pulled out his smartphone and pressed a button. In an instant, Rick came crashing to the ground, hands around his still large cock and slightly swollen orbs, eyes watering slightly. "I'll send you a link to the app so you can use it on Dean. Now, you can use the sink in the back room and then be on your way. I need to lock up for tomorrow." The badger said very matter of factly while wiping down his cock and fastening up his trousers.

Rick tried to do the same but noticed a large bulge in his pants. His cock hadn't gone soft, and he doubted it would. It was hard to even focus properly with those sensitive brushes caressing his cock the whole time. "Alright." He said, his stomach churning in dread, but his cock also twitched from pure excitement at the idea of being trapped, horny and on edge for the next week.

The canine raised his paws to his collar, giving it a few tugs. Remembering it was securely fastened. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, tugging on the collar to make it obvious. "Ooooh, of course." The badger said, much to rick's relief, the key sliding into the padlock and releasing the collar. He took a deep breath and a sigh of relief. "Can't have you die of embarrassment after all. Not until you've done the same to Dean at least." He smirked and patted the canine's cock and balls, forcing a slight wince. His balls already feeling extra full and sensitive. "Thanks..." He mumbled. "I'll be in touch." The badger said as Rick fastened his pants and made his way out of the store.

The walk home was frustrating. Lewd thoughts gripped his mind with each passer-by, thoughts of forcing them into a dark alley and using them to try and get some relief for his still hard and aching cock. It tented in his pants and made him have to dramatically widen his legs and take big strides to stop it rubbing against his crotch so much.

As he unlocked the apartment door, he noticed the room as illumined in a faint blue glow. A computer, left on once again, while through the wide-open door, Rick's roommate; Dean the Hyena lay sprawled out in bed, his chest rising and falling in slow motions, clearly in a deep sleep, nude with a collar still fixed around his neck, a tag on it reading 'Free Use'. He had known Dean since Highschool, and he was always a bit of a nerd. But, when they found out they were both kinksters, and Dean wanted an 'Owner' and said he could stay near rent free, he jumped at the opportunity to move in with the Kinky Hyena.

"Good pup..." Rick whispered softly as he pressed the latex orb against his room mate, the latex soon sticking to and fusing into his fur in the same way it had with his. And, once his entire sheath was encased, Rick pushed a finger against the lock icon until it was secured. With full knowledge the Hyena would be waking up to a latex covered, shimmering, devious surprise.

For now, Rick had to tried and focus on sleep. On the walk hope he had just about been able to start ignoring the constant desperate desire to fap. But now that he lay in bed, across from him the sleeping Hyena, he stared up at the ceiling wondering how on earth he was supposed to sleep. But it had been a long day, and mercifully his body submitted to sleeps warm embrace.

Yet, it was Rick who awoke with a surprise. More so, a loud squarish yelp. Looking over, to see the Hyena in shock, a hand perched around his cock, clearly recovering from a recent shock. His cock was hard, no doubt from a mix of the bristles coaxing them, but also just through normal natural morning wood. "The fuck Rick? Did you do this? What the fuck is this?"

A footpaw suddenly reached out to kick the Hyena. "Language. Respect your Owner."

"Ow! Rick?! You can't just go around... W-what... What is this?" Still sleepy Rick groaned and sat up, rolling his eyes, and glaring at the Hyena. "You're supposed to trust me. It's an experimental chastity device. We're testing it. It's come all the way from Japan."

"How the hell do you know it's safe?! Wa-" Having enough of the Hyena's whining, Rick grabbed the Hyena by the collar, practically yanking him out of the bed and pulling him close. Where, he would quickly guide his vision down to his own crotch, his canine cock pulsing, pushing against the latex. "Trust me puppy, you think I would force you into it if I wasn't also trying it myself?" Dean's heart raced quickly as the information sunk in. Yes, he should probably trust Rick more but, this was a step just a little too far. To be locked away without so much as a warning in such a strange device which shocked him if he dares touch it? That seemed to be the case.

Rick moved a hand to stroke the Hyena's head fur, the Hyena's tail wagging and body shuddering in response to the affectionate stimulation, his arguments and complaints often crumbled into basic animalistic whines. But he seldom made a big issue out of it.

The two went about their morning routine, but their fully hard cocks would occasionally be a hindrance, whacking into doors and walls, making them groan and grasp when they did, Rick often starting at the Hyena's with a lusty gaze in his eyes. But, he had agreed to give Dean some space as he had been asked to come to the office this day, teasing had to be kept to a minimum.

"See you at the Gym." Rick called out, as the Hyena left in a formal shirt and work pants, his collar still hanging around his neck.

Dean stepped out of his electric car, swiping his phone to lock the door. He looked up at the office complex and gulped, his neck bulging around his collar, stretching the leather in a similar fashion to how the fabric on his pants was stretching due to the intense pressure of his cock pushing against his briefs and tenting in his work pants. Whenever it felt as though his cock was starting to become soft, the bristles started rumbling once again, stroking, and caressing his cock into full stiffness, sometimes making his eyes water, and forcing a whine or a groan from his maw. He had a whole 8 hours to get through... It was surely going to be 8 hours of hell.

As he made his way though the lower level, he occasionally got a few glances from the more conservative types. Afterall, it wasn't exactly common for someone to come to work wearing a collar. But his specific office floor was exceptionally liberal when it came to more outlandish appearances, Dean usually standing out for wearing typical salaryman clothes among his colleagues, but he had always been once for professionalism. It wasn't his fault his owner never unlocked the damn thing. Down here, he started every morning with a walk of shame, a walk which felt even more embarrassing this time around as he held his satchel back over his crotch to hide his erection, his ears hot and eyes constantly glancing, wondering if anyone was looking at his crotch.

He took a sigh of relief as he made it to the elevator, the doors closing with a reassuring ping. He was alone for now. He had to make it to floor 16. He glanced at the increasing numbers. 3...4...5... Please don't stop. 6....7....8... Yes, keep going, keep going... 9...10... DING. The doors slid open to reveal, much to his horror, a small crowd of people. The scent of perfume hit his nostrils, wafting off from well pressed suits, heads held high and eyebrows raised as each one of their glances locked onto the collared hyena. Yet, with a stiff upper lip, none of them commented, merely trying to ignore his presence as they stepped into the elevator one by one.

Instantly the air became stuffy and crowded, the perfume was like a chemical weapon, burning up his lungs and making the warm stuffy air even more desirable. Yet, there and then. Thoughts popped into his head. He imagined them noticing him, grabbing him. Being angry at him. Using wealth and power over him. Deep into his fantasy he imagined them dragging him into their office by a leash, strapping him under their desks and making him suck dick all day. He imagined them bending him over a large executive office table, tying his hands and legs to the table legs and taking turn to one by one use his maw and tailhole.

The thoughts made his cock stiffen so firmly, he was sure that his pants would burst any time soon. Though more concerning than his pants, was the fact his hard on was pressing into a short female wolf's hip. Dean nearly gasped, his heart beating faster and faster, hoping, praying she wouldn't notice. 14... Just one more floor...

"Creep! What the fuck?!" Suddenly came a voice. All eyes turned onto him, glaring presumably. He couldn't hide it, he could barely even bring his arms around the cover it. He felt so exposed. "N-no... Sorry, I.." He stammered, a loud ping interrupting him. 16! This was it. "Excuse me!" He yelled, stumbling forwards, pulling himself through the crowd of people to get into his office floor. Despite the female's outcry it seemed the salary workers were eager to step aside, choosing not to block his path, letting the pervert get away.

The hyena nearly fell over, stabilizing himself at the last moment, his arms flailing, and head lowered halfway to the ground before raising back up. Alex, his tall bear of a boss, stood with a few other colleagues watching and chuckling at the stumbling hyena. "Calm down Dean, you're early!" His boss called, misreading the situation, and soon leaning down to pick the stumbling Hyena up by his collar, much to his colleagues' amusement.

Once up straight, the bear gave him a ruffle along his head. Halfway affectionate, halfway plain condescending. But it was treatment he had long since gotten used too. He was often the butt of jokes around the office, afterall, wearing a collar to work did present a rather clear target. But, as soon as his colleagues noticed just how much he enjoyed the teasing and bullying, they doubled down. Dean sometimes wondered if Rick had something to play in their willingness to accept and buy into the idea of treating him like the office pet.

After a bit of banter, the Hyena returned to his office, coffee in hand and laptop already set up and ready to go. If he could spend today mostly in the office, he might be safe. Though, as he looked through his schedule, his heart sank. 11am. Conference room. Team progress analysis.

Being the most senior programmer in his group, Dean knew this meant speaking in front of a whole audience. The leaders from the other departments, and his boss would be watching. He was half tempted to run home sick.

Dean spent the next few hours worrying, minutes feeling like seconds, inside he felt as though these were the final hours of his life. Dean hatched an idea. While he was a bit of a masochist, direct pain had always been a turnoff... He could just make a point to touch his cock every once in a while, administer a shock and that should keep his cock down. It would be painful, but it would be better than parading around has hard as a tree trunk throughout the meeting.

The Hyena paused at the door to the conference room. Shocking himself first, his dick soon shrinking, his maw yelping from the pain. "Everything okay there?" Called the deep voice of a bear. It was his boss. "Y-yeah fine thanks, just a bit of a uh... cough." Having to think on the spot. He cursed himself for the stupid nonsensical response. "Cough? Hrm. No worries, take your time pup." He said, once again ruffling the Hyena's headfur, much to his annoyance, the bristles and condescending behaviour already starting to undo his work.

After setting up his laptop, Dean begun to give his progress update, going through slides and screenshots. But, with the light solely on him, he began to grow aware of just how much it revealed every crease and crevice on his body. Turning down to his laptop, he quickly lowered his paw to his crotch, giving it a firm squeeze, coughing to tray and mask the yelp which soon came along with the shock.

Slide after slide after slide. He cursed himself for making these so long winded, but that was why he earned the big bucks. "Any questions before I move on?" Dean asked, he was half tempted not to ask and move on. Retreat to his office. But that would be unprofessional. "Who's going to fix that dick of yours?" Dean was stumped. His eyes went wide, his heart pounding out of his chest and his humiliation fetish doing him no favours, his dick which had been relatively under control now straining against his pants again. "The what?" He asked, his voice a whine.

Yet, the colleague who asked seemed to merely look confused, cocking his head to the side. "Well you said the bebug had a few errors and you've not assigned any of us to fix them? Doesn't it need fixing?" His colleague pointed out, Dean soon shaking his head. "O-oh! No... Yes... Those... Well... I already checked thoroughly; the errors don't have any negative effect so it's not worth focusing on right now." He said, taking a slight sigh of relief, his body turning to the side to look at his work, the question leaving him totally stumped, he tried to regain his train of thought. Then his boss spoke up. "Is the puppy excited about something?"

The words echoed and rung in his head for a few seconds. His recent relief crushed, his heart beating fast again, his body feeling heavy, his cheeks turning a shade of red. "W-wha..." He commented, looking around. He realized he had been standing sideways for the last minute or so, the projector shining down on his body, leaving the silhouette of his fully hard knotted cock onto the projector for all to see.

The large bear, in a deep monotone voice said. "I think you'd have better step into my office for a little disciplinary action.

He was being fired. He knew it. But he didn't have a chance to contemplate his situation as the bear basically dragged him into his office, a firm finger looped around the underside of his collar. With a shove, he pushed the Hyena against the large executive desk, Dean having to hold his hands out to brace himself from the impact, the bear slamming his office door with a loud WHAP. "P-please, I need this job..." The bear seemed to pay him no mind, merely moving to the side to shuffle through some closets, looking for something. He imagined being handed a piece of paper with red ink, 'YOU'RE FIRED' in bold letters plastered across the front. Once the bear had found what he was looking for, he took a few steps towards the Hyena. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again Sir, It's my room mate he-" Before he could let out another word, the bear had grabbed his maw and forced a leather muzzle against it, forcing his jaws shut. "You whine too much." The bear commented, smirking, the hyena now finally understanding wat was going on.

The bear moved around the room, closing the shudders, blocking out all the daylight and leaving them in the artificial glare of the florescent yet clinical overhead office light. Alex, the bear, wasted no time in shoving his employee against the desk, no words able to escape his maw now, just a small whine. "Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at me, slut." His body pressed up against his back, sandwiching him between his large body and the desk. "Strutting around in that collar of yours. What does the tag say again? 'Free use'?" The sound of a zip echoed around the walls, the bear dropping his pants. "What did you think was going to happen?" A hand moved to unfasten his pants.

In all honesty, Dean had fantasized about this moment for months, years even. But was always far too shy and reserved to allow it to happen, hence Rick's idea to force him to go to work wearing a collar which advertised his usability. His cock strained, the bear struggling to push it passed his cock which seemed to keep his undergarments up. Until, his pants dropped completely, the latex covered cock standing under the desk, occasionally bouncing against it with a clunk. "Ooooh what's this?" The bear asked, moving his large hand to caress his cock. Dean nearly came there and then, or so it felt. He gasped loudly, the device letting out a beep, the urethral tube pulsating. After a day of teasing, growing, and shrinking, his cock was sensitive to even the slightest of touches, a clear-ish liquid started to spew from the tip. "Leaking already? Just what is this thing? Some kinda chastity cage?" The bear asked, Dean giving a shameful nod, if his cheeks turned any redder, he might just turn into a big fluffy tomato.

"Such a kinky pup. Well don't worry, we know how to treat those in my office. Can't have those thoughts distracting you from your work." The bear said, lining his cock up with his tailhole. "Wow, your pre feels like lube, s'pose I don't have to use my own now." The bear started to slather his hand in the liquid, quickly applying it to the Hyena's tailhole, who gasped at the sensation, a hand reaching to his own cock out of instinct. He was soon rewarded with a painful shock. "Funny cough you have there slut." The bear teased with a smirk. "Yes, yes, I know just what to make of this."

A firm hand slammed his body against the desk, the other holding his rear up to his cock. And, without any further warning, he pushed in. His tailhole ached, his eyes watered but his maw did not let out a yelp that might usually come from being stretched open so suddenly. He tried, but the muzzle seemed strapped onto it's tightest, making it hard to even vocalized the smallest of whines, making every noise he could possibly making utterly pathetic.

It didn't take long for the bear to get into a rhythm, his eight inch cock fully grown, a hand moving around to inspect the muscular body of his pathetically submissive employee. "Shhh." He murmured. Moving one hand to the Hyena's collar, he tried to get a better angle, twisting Dean's body slightly and pushing in again, until his cock rubbed up against his prostate. "That's it, spill a load for me..." The bear encouraged, moving a hand to stroke the trapped cock. "That's it..."

Dean was in a world of pain and pleasure... no less than three times had he felt himself nearly cum. Three times, had he felt what started off like the feeling of ecstasy and relief which came with orgasm, only for it to be denied, the cum returning to the orbs which sent it out to begin with, a mix of dissatisfaction and burning causing great discomfort. "Having trouble there puppy?" The bear said, moving his had faster, stroking the trapped dick as fast as he could, causing Dean to whimper and whine, struggling in his pinned position, the pain making his tailhole tighten. "Gah, that feels great... D'aw... Puppy can't cum? What a cruel device." Dean commented, continuing the rail the needy hyena.

Alex soon wanted more though. He was addicted to the feeling of when the bitch's tailhole tightened around his cock, massaging it with every needy, failed orgasm. But he wanted more. He needed more. An idea soon hatched in his head. The bear moved not his own hand, but the Hyena's hand down to his own trapped cock. In shock, knowing full well what the Bear was doing, he tried to resist. But, despite his working muscular frame, he stood no chance against the bear. They were just, biologically, far stronger, and superior. And so, his hand was forced down to his cock. Using both hands, the bear forced the Hyena's hands around his entrapped cock, the sudden and quick yelp sounding like music to the bears ears.

"Mrph, yes. Just because you can't get off, doesn't mean your boss shouldn't be able to right slut?" He asked, repeating the action again, again, and then again. Whenever he did, the Hyena's cock and balls were simultaneously and painfully shocked, his tailhole tightening and caressing the bear's cock until finally, the bear came, filling the Hyena with cum.

The bear panted, and panted. "That was amazing... Good pup." His cock soon pulled out, seed splattering along his rear. But not totally callous and uncaring, the bear grabbed a box of tissues, offering it to the hyena and helped to clean up the mess.

Dean was desperate to use the restroom but wouldn't do so without the muzzle being removed. He couldn't even communicate his intention with the infernal device keeping his maw sealed. He raised his paws to his maw, trying to find a buckle when once again, the bear grabbed hold. "ah-ah-aaaah." He said, soon latching a small padlock around the buckle. "You're still being disciplined. That won't becoming off until you leave the office pup. I'll be getting the word around, I'm not the only one who's in a position to discipline employees too. Now, get on with your work." He said, giving the Hyena a slap on the rear.

Throughout the day no less than 3 other colleagues had used him without remorse. The entire office culture and politics had changed. The heavy weight of shame weighed on his shoulders, and his dick was constantly hard now that everyone saw him as nothing more than a sex toy. The office pet. But, he was lucky to still have his job. When 5pm rolled by, he was exhausted. Keeping to his word, Alex removed the muzzle, giving him a pat on his head. "I would say don't do it again, but that would be a lie."

The looks he got leaving the building were worse than when he entered. He tried to clean his clothes and fur as best as he could, but he couldn't clean every splash of cum that matted his fur. At least, he could shower and change into his gym clothes as soon as he got to the gym.

The door swung open as the Hyena already exhausted, dragged himself in. Rick was waiting in the locker room, dressed in gym clothes, and propped up against the bench, a towel around his hard cock and smartphone in hand. "You took your time. How was work pup?"

"Eventful."

"Seems so." Rick said as he revealed the direct message chat with Alex, his boss. There were various images, taken without him ever seeing. "You told him?!" He asked. "Easy now pup, no tantrums. You know me and Alex talk. And, it was you asked me if I could make your work life a little more... 'balanced'." Dean rolled his eyes at the cheap pun. "I see you got some steam to work off still, that's good. Get changed."

"I want to shower first." He replied stubbornly.

"No you shower after your workout." A stern reply came, Rick flashing a row of teeth in bratty defiance, but Rick wasn't having any of it. Smartphone in hand, he clicked a button, and Dean soon found himself falling out his knees, grasping his cock from the stimulation. It beeped, announcing yet another, failed orgasm. It seemed, he would be working out in his current, sex-smelling state.

The two emerged into the gym, the tight spandex underwear making their erections all the more obvious, both of them already displaying little wet patches. It wasn't packed, but it wasn't like they had the area to themselves. Dean immediately went to the corner, by a row of weightlifting benches. "You don't usually lift weights, I thought you preferred to start with cardio." Rick commented.

"Today I want a change." A fast and snappy response came. "Alright. You go first, I'll help."

Rick looked to his dominant with suspicion, but didn't dare to directly argue. Not after the recent punishment. He soon lay down as instructed. Though, next, he heard a loud 'clunk' 'clunk'. Two large weights fell to the floor with a thud, not loud enough to get anyone's attention, but loud enough to startle Rick.

Dean soon moved the cross bar lower and lower, locking it in just above Dean's waist. "Dean what the fuck! We can't do that here!" He said, his voice a startled whisper. "Shhhhh~." Dean responded raising a finger to his snout to emphasize. But Rick was having none of it, this was too far. He started to squirm, trying to exit the bench by squirming away from Rick. But rick merely grabbed his legs with two firm hands. "Shhh, relax. Unless you want everyone in the gym to notice." He said with a smirk.

Dean forced himself to stay quiet, as Rick lowered his paw to those tight underpants. They were held so taught it was easy to run his claw around the rear, splitting the fabric in two like a knife through butter, revealing the Hyena's well used tailhole. His paw soon moved to caress the well-used hole, once again using some of the natural-ish lubricant from his leaking cock to stick a few fingers in, feeling the looseness, Dean trying to hide a groan, the area still sensitive from being fucked. "Good puppy, relax."

Dean let out a low soft whine, his eyes still darting around the room. Luckily nobody had yet to notice them. "I've been waiting all day for this... You don't know how much I've fantasized using that tailhole. I could go for hours like this and not cum... We might be here for a while." He said, soon pushing into the Hyena's tailhole, which gave way easily, accepting the cock. But this one has something the bear's didn't. In an instant, he felt the canine' knot, already grown and swelling to its maximum, pushing against his tailhole. It throbbed and rubbed inside of him, teasing his prostate without fully satisfying it, tempting him to stroke himself, but knowing the consequences if he did...

But for Rick there was no consequence, only the severe lack of orgasm. But, he had been given the toy to test, and test is just exactly what he would do. Here in public, he would fuck the fox for hours on end if he had to. He pushed, and pushed, the large knot stretching his hole slowly, Dean trying his hardest to hold back yelps and whines, biting his own paw to muffle his noises at the knot finally sunk into his tailhole. Only for Rick to pull back, his knot coming free with a 'pop'.

Rick received the most brutal knot-fucking he had ever received in his life. For hours, Rick went at it, moving back and forth, occasionally choking him, groping him and pinning him down as he went between resting and fucking, to the point where Dean's tailhole became sore and red from the sheer amount of friction.

Most of the other gym users had finished and gone, none had bothered with them. Dean and Rick both knew they had been spotted multiple times, but it seemed nobody had the courage to tell them to stop or to question their actions, leaving them to fuck and edge themselves until their balls started to swell to the size of small melons, now impossible to conceal under anything but the largest of underwear. They would be forced to go commando from now on.

An exhausted Rick collapsed over his whining pup, whispering into his maw. "We'd best go find Mike... any longer in these, and I think I might burst..."

"Yes... Please... I feel so desperate it's painful... Gah... I'd do anything to get this... Fucking thing off..."

Rick's gut suddenly sank, in his eyes a mix of fear and dread. At some point... He swore the badger had mentioned something about their 'trail' being a week long. But at this rate, the two would surely lose their minds after day 2.