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"Oh, that is so fucking lame."

Gregory muttered underneath his breath a little too loudly, earning him the disapproving glance from the only other patrons a few rows ahead. He slunk back into the cushy cinema seat, huffing slightly as he stared annoyingly ahead again. The audio system played back a perfect scream coupled with staccato bursts of high pitched violins, which made his ears hurt more than add any atmosphere whatsoever. As splotches of red sprayed across the large projection screen, he managed to hold back another groan as yet another predictable death played out again.

It was not like the timber wolf had anywhere important to be, but he had plenty of time now that his so-called date ditched on him after he not-so-accidentally insinuated that she was a scaredy-cat for not wanting to watch a scary movie on Halloween. Sure, the tigress was a spicy hot number, but apparently her temper was enough to flambé any hopes of scoring any future opportunities with her.

"Whatever," he consoled himself. "She's just a fucking p-"

"Dude! Shut the fuck up!"

It was the same couple a few rows ahead, who now stared at him with an intensity greater than the actor on the cinema screen. It was, Gregory admitted, quite a fair bit more scary.

"Fuck it, let's go."

The male ahead pulled at his girlfriend's paw, giving him a massive stink eye as they stormed past him and angrily exited through the back of the now empty cinema. Gregory avoided direct eye contact, but he could feel the searing heat upon the back of his head as glared daggers were cast. He could not understand what the big deal about ruining an otherwise B-grade movie with dirt-cheap tickets, the worst acting, cheap thrills, and pretty laughable jump scares that would send the most squeamish into the arms of their partn-

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The wolf realised the sheer brilliance of the tactic a little too late, but he laughed out loud at how the other guy had the same idea he had. The effect was lost on an empty theatre, contrasted by yet another semi-enthused scream from the movie ahead. That thought of potentially ruining another guy's date night, like how his was ruined, kept him amused as he left the theatre.

The nip of the cold air outside was a little more sobering, and yet another reminder that Autumn was in full swing. That, and the roasted caramel leaves on all the trees and the awful abundance of pumpkin spice lattes in every coffee shop in the small college town. Gregory's fur was already started to fluff out with the approaching seasonal changes, which meant that his casual t-shirt and jeans was plenty as compared to other who were not as adapted to the cold. It wasn't full winter thickness just yet, but it was just right. Either way, he would be plenty comfortable once the heavy snowfall began in a couple more weeks time.

He glanced at his watch, grimacing at the fact that it was still early in the evening. He had a plan all laid out; do a scary movie, laugh at its cheapness over burgers at the diner, then maybe invite his now ex-date back to his dorm room for an evening of extra-curricular entertainment. His roommate had already left for the holiday season, leaving him solo for at least a few weeks, or until football training was officially wrapped up and he could finally hop on the first flight out as well. However, now that his schedule was all cleared out, he figured he grab a couple of burgers, some booze, play some games, watch some porn, fap, and then call it a night.

It was a solid plan in Gregory's head, until he was almost a block away from the cinema when he realised his wallet was not in his back pocket. It had to have been still in the cinema, since he had only just left. So, retracing his steps, he made his way all the way back only to see the shutters slowly descending.

"Woah, woah, woah! Excuse me!" He saw a figure from behind the ticket counter, and he rapped anxiously at the window. The small fox clearly dressed in the employee's uniform spun around and gave him a wide eyed glance before approaching the glass. "Hey, sorry about it, but I think I dropped my wallet inside. Did you see it?"

"Uh..." The fox started before leaning back and glancing past something in the back. "Hall 2, right? I just cleaned it, and I didn't find any-"

"I'm positive it's in there," Gregory cut him off. "Like, I only just stepped out ten minutes ago and I didn't go anywhere else. It has to be like... I don't know, stuck between the seats or something?"

"Look I-..."

"Just, let me in, bro!" pleaded the wolf. "It's got all my ID and driver's license and student cards... you can doing a verification check and all, but I just need to make sure it's in there!"

The fox gave him a sympathetic look and nodded.

"Just... give me a second to reset the shutters. You can come in by the side door over there."

"Bro, you're a lifesaver!"

Sure enough, the fox popped the door open for him and he was back in the lobby. It looked like they were only just closing up for the evening; the popcorn counter had some scraps of popcorn kernels at the bottom, and trash bags stacked neatly to the side ready to be thrown out. The warm gentle heat for the ventilation system was now replaced by a much colder draft from the outside that drifted through the long hallways. All the cinema halls, save for one, had their doors wide open, and the fox palmed open the door to Hall 2.

Gregory slipped in and noticed that the house lights were already on. The movie probably ended shortly after he left, so he set about the business of finding his original seat, and hopefully his wallet too. However, after a few minutes of searching, he couldn't find it, and he was fairly confident he was in the right spot too.

"Did you find it?" called out the fox from the door.

"No? The f- I'm sure this where I was..."

The wolf whipped out his phone and turned on the flashlight function, dipping his head down underneath to see if it was possible if it could have fallen underneath. However, the place was spotless, with not even a single stray popcorn kernel. He moved up and down the row, confused at the developments before deciding to try another row. He got down on his knees again, shining his torch up and down the seats and growling in frustration before he heard the fox again.

"Still can't find it?"

Gregory's ears perked, the fur on the back of his neck rising. The fox sounded much, much closer than he previously was. Adding to his suspicion was that it looked like this place was absolutely spotless, probably unused in this current lull with all the students all making their way home for the upcoming festivities. This didn't feel right. Nothing felt right.

"Okay wh-"

And nothing felt more out of place that the sudden prod of two distinctly metal tips on the back of his neck, followed by the sharpest jolt of pain, and then... nothing.

* * *

Gregory jolted awake, much like after waking from a bad dream, with his entire body snapping on like a light switch. His body felt like it had gone through one massive cramp, and he hurt all over. His hearing was horribly muffled like he had been buried under his covers, and something stung his nose. His vision was fuzzy and he could vaguely make out the shadowy outline of objects.

He shifted to stretch himself out, but his arms weren't moving. He could feel the tips of his claws raking against something firm, the tingle of something around his wrists, and something around his shoulders.

Fuuuuuuccccccck. Did I get arrested?

The wolf briefly entertained the thought until his sense of inertia reorientated him to his current position. His back was on something firm, and he could finally determine that he was laying reclined on his back. It felt comfortable, and he was tempted to return to sleep or wherever he came from. Maybe he had too much to drink last night and just passed out in his dorm or something, which wasn't the first time he had woken up to having fallen over himself in a drunken state in the weirdest positions. However, as he commanded his legs to move, more sensations began to fill in the blanks.

His legs were... up high? Yes, they were higher than he normally would place them, which would've been on the ground. It was a weird sensation, but none more weird than the cool breeze between his le-

"Oh! Hello, sunshine!"

The voice was familiar, and Gregory struggled to put a face to it. He tried to turn to face the unknown stranger, and that was when he met resistance. Like, stopping his head entirely from turning, resistance. He tested turning his head to the left first, and then to the right, and up and down, but his head was locked in place. It felt like a solid tube of something holding his head in a singular direction. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was very disorientating.

"Weeeehh... ehhhhhhh?"

He tried to speak, but his jaw was seized and... wait.

"UUUUTTT UHHHHHHH UGGGGGGHH!"

He was fucking gagged or something. It was hard, solid unyielding metal behind his teeth and for all the jaw force he had, whatever it was in his mouth was not moving. Even worse, as his tongue made some cautious explorations, it was hollow. He could smell the leather, and feel the straps on the top and bottom of his muzzle. There was no way he would ever submit himself to such degradation! He was the alpha wolf in his prime, and he would fucking rip whoever did this to him into fucking shreds.

"What's the matter? Big, bad wolf suddenly feeling not so bad anymore?"

A string of garbled noises came out of his maw as he struggled to free himself from whatever restrained position he was in, empty promises of hurt and violence disappearing into a shower of spittle until the click of a light bulb snapped him briefly from his rage. Then, the shock and horror of his predicament came literally into the light.

He was in one of those fucking gynaecological chairs, which explained his legs feeling so light and relaxed. However, he was also naked, and he had a fucking erection. He was fully unsheathed, rock hard, and bobbing to his racing heart beat. His knot was also fully engorged, and it stunned him to realise that something had to have happened for him to have reached this state, but it was equally confusing since nothing leading up to this sequence of events would have logically led him to be so... aroused? He definitely wasn't into this shit, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

"Awwww... who's a bad boy?"

A wave of pleasure caught him off guard, as did the sudden strain of his hips involuntarily want to thrust upwards into... something.... Anything that would give it another semblance of the rush that he just experienced. A dollop of pre was slowly beading at the tip of his erection, glistening in the glow of the incandescent bulb like a jewel in the light. As angry as he was for being the subject of some weird kinky ass shit, his body was also reacting in equal parts of arousal and desperation.

"Uuuuuttttt uhhhhhh..."

Something brushed his sphincter and the entire chair just rocked and creaked as the wolf fought hard against his restraints. No one had EVER touched him there, and the thought of a stranger even coming this close in such a vulnerable state brought up the instinctive fight reflex. However, as strong as he was, the bonds were stronger still, and despite the complaints from the metal underneath, nothing changed, and access to his body remained purely within his captor's reach.

A second, slower brush against taint revealed that it was a paw touching him down there, but it stirred an equally visceral reaction. He tried to scream, but even that came out with a muted huff. By the third and fourth strokes up and down the crack of his ass, he stopped wasting his energy after realising he was been subjected to what seemed to be an otherwise more invasive creepy touching session for some perverted asshole. If this was some lady partner he would have definitely treated her right before just raw dogging it and show her a damn good time.

The mysterious paw kept brushing up and down between his posterior, occasionally brushing against his scrotum, but never really doing much more. While the wolf was thankful for that, he was equal parts angry and horny for finding himself in this situation.

"Mmmmmmm..." purred that mysterious voice off to his side, just out of his peripheral vision. "Aren't you quite the specimen?"

Gregory had intended to give a warning growl of annoyance, but it was neutered in his throat and instead came out as a half-choked gasp. The touch on his cock was bizarrely electrifying, and it made his entire body flush with an urgent need that even he could not explain. He could feel his entire groin tense, his balls rising in preparation to spew out their load. However, the moment that gentle grasp lift, the buzz begin to fade away, and anger and confusion rushed in to replace the feelings of pure lust.

The wolf glanced at his cock, looking at it like it was an entirely foreign concept. Its throbbing was slowly ebbing, and his knot deflated a little at the lack of stimulation. He never remembered being so sensitive to touch; it usually took a tight hot pussy to relieve him of his urges, and he was proud of the fact that he could go for hours, bringing multiple screams to his partners. Even masturbating didn't bring him to the edge this quick. It must have been drugs, he rationalised. There was no other explanation.

"Bet you're wondering what I did, huh?"

The wolf could not stop his ears from perking up in curiosity, but he flinched at the warm breath that tickled inside his ear as the mystery individual whispered a little too sensuously and a little too close for comfort. The voice was very clearly some effeminate male, and last he checked, he was definitely swinging for the ladies. The very thought should have turned him off, but nothing could explain his reactions and

"It wasn't easy, but once the pieces all fell into place, I couldn't pass up the opportunity. All I had to do was..."

The voice paused, hemming and hawing as if unsure whether to reveal his secrets. Gregory would've been glad for any clues because he would have most certainly call the cops at the first opportunity he had. Well, made the second opportunity, once he'd blown what felt like a week's worth of cum out of his system.

"You know what? Why don't I show you?"

The giant projector beside him leapt into life with whirrs and clicks, the bright beam of light finally giving context to their location. They were still in the cinema, and the bits and pieces began to click for the wolf. He dropped his wallet, he came back to look for it, and he was let in to go find it. Something must've hit him on the head, but he was certain that it had to be someone with gargantuan strength to have knocked him out, and not that tiny fox usher staff worker...

The fox! Gregory jerked in his restraints at the realisation that it must have been him, and tried desperately to recall facial features, fur colour, any distinctive markings that could help the authorities capture this sicko. However, the more he tried to search his memory, the less confident he was of the details that his brain was trying to help to fill out. Was his fur red? Or russet brown? But some foxes were grey too, right? He was... waist high? Or was he shorter? Or maybe taller? Maybe he as some big buff fox? But that was unlikely. Why the fuck was it so hard to remember?

From between his legs, and right in view of his still prominent, but thankfully not as turgid, erection, the projection screen started one of those movie countdown reels. Perhaps the sick fox had made some video recording of it, like something out of a cheap porno, and decided to play it back. As much as it sickened him to think he was the subject of some perverse fetish fantasy, he steeled his resolve to not be distracted by anything else and to gather as much information as he could from the video as the countdown cut to black.

"Is this on?"

The cheap audio sounded terrible in the high-end cinema sound system, but it was also painfully loud as the rustling of fur against the microphone thundered through the seemingly empty theatre below. The images on the screen jostled with an amateur touch before settling on an unusually stabilised image of the same theatre with movie credits rolling in the background. The image was grainy, but it clearly showed the person behind the camera searching for a seat. It blacked out slightly as the camera moved down towards the floor before rising up again.

"What this?"

Gregory's eyes widened. As crap as the image quality was, he was absolutely certain the object that was now in frame was his wallet. The camera began to move, and as it emerged into the much more well lit theatre corridor, it panned back down to a paw holding his wallet.

"What do we have here?"

The perspective shot all but revealed that it was his wallet, made even more evident as it thumbed through his driver's license, student ID, and bank card all with his name stamped on it. The fox, he assumed, thumbed through the small stack of cash in it, which he had budgeted for dinner before it whipped out something else from another compartment.

Fuck, Gregory thought, as he watched the paw pulled out the unopened stack of condoms and some small travel-sized packets of lube that he had put into his wallet before leaving the house that day.

"Looks like someone was planning on getting lucky!" The narrator essentially voiced out loud the wolf's thoughts, who tried to growl in annoyance at his intentions being broadcast out loud. "Canine XL too! What a big boy!"

While Gregory promised himself to keep his attention on the video in the background, he could not help but feel a throb of pride at his shaft and how it could split regular-sized condoms with ease, much to the annoyance of some of his early partners. Even among other canines, he was proud of his cock and how it could bring girls to their knees. His erection firmed up in response to that, and he mentally flexed; attaboy, he thought.

The video had shifted and he briefly caught his wallet being tossed onto what looked like a table. The paw pulled out the condoms and lube, and the camera panned to show it being thrown into the trash.

"Don't need those anymore."

Gregory could barely stifle a threatening growl at what felt like a slap to his masculinity, but the video played on regardless of how the bound wolf felt.

"But you're gonna need these..."

Red furred paws (Gregory mentally took stock of that detail) lifted a nondescript paper bag into view, and emptied out the contents onto the table. Then, like one of those unboxing videos on the Internet, those paws lifted what very clear was a box of "Longer Lasting Condoms" into view. They did the obligatory rotate to show, and then those claws tapped on the "For Smaller Canines" and "Extra Strength" text for additional emphasis to the viewer. It them emptied out the dozen or so packets and comically stuffed them all into the wolf's wallet. Gregory was hardly amused, but he would toss them out into the trash much like he was going to do with the fox once he was free.

The video then presented sachets of travel-size lube into frame, much like how it showcased the condoms earlier. The paws brought them closer to the camera to help the viewer read the finely-print text, which was "Longer Lasting Lubricant". Gregory jerked in his restraints at the insinuation that he even needed that, but he made a mental note to use it to lubricate the fist he was going to shove into the fox.

His wallet was shuffled out of frame, and the video transitioned to scenes of general cleaning up. Then, when the shot shifted to the shutter controls, Gregory's heart skipped a beat. This was the moment! He remembered seeing the shutters slowly starting to lower and running to the ticket office, so it was only a matter of time before he would turn into the unwilling star of the show.

Sure enough, he heard his voice, muffled from behind the glass, but it was his voice. Memories of the conversation slowly filtered back into his head, and he could see himself being directed to the side entrance. Once his back was turned, the camera panned down to show a drawer being opened, and something sliding from the back and into frame.

Gregory froze as the unmistakable form of a taser was picked up into paw. He wondered how he had missed it, especially considering how much time had elapsed since his past self had gone to the side door and how the fox was showcasing to the audience of one. The question of how the fox managed to get a taser was answered with the very clear and deliberate presentation of the asset tracking sticker of a police department.

It now that the wolf began to realise just how much trouble he was in.

He didn't care too much for the remaining scenes of him being led to the mystery theatre since that was now burned freshly into his memory. He watched himself walking past the fox into the theatre, his back now turned as he searched for the wallet that was not there. He grimaced as he the paw lifted the taser into view and turned it on, showing at least a half-full charge to the camera before the shot moved to stand unnervingly over the wolf as he searched fruitlessly. Then, when the fox's voice chimed for the last time, he grimaced as he watched the fox pressed the taser to the back of his neck and triggered it.

The wolf onscreen flopped like a fish out of water before falling limp. The taser was mercifully turned off and kept away, leaving a clear shot of his unconscious body lying all vulnerable for whatever this asshole of a fox wanted to do. As much as Gregory wanted to know what eventually led up to his current predicament, he had to acknowledge this moment as the distinct hint of fear and panic began to spread its tendrils within. Being a macho, alpha wolf was one thing when you had control of the situation. Seeing himself lying there without any control or fight left in him was an unsettling sight.

"That's right," whispered the real-time fox right into his ear again. "That's where you wolves belong - on your paws and knees begging for mercy."

Gregory snapped, desperately fighting his restraints, crazed sound emerging from his gag in desperation and rage. He wanted to rip the fox to shreds, but the way the fox unnervingly laughed at his efforts dealt a major blow to his confidence. He could hear the fox settle into a chair beside him, mere inches from his the claw-raked armrest with defiant arrogance.

"Oh, you don't want to miss the best part now." The wolf jerked somewhat threateningly in his bonds, before the fox gave a sing-song reminder to keep his eyes forward.

The video now clearly showed the fox manipulating the wolf into one of the theatre's seats. He was still fully clothed, thankfully, and the camera panned briefly away to slip into the row behind him and the mysterious black bag that was now nefariously presented onscreen. Paws lifted what clearly looked like a posture collar into view, again presenting it with unnecessary care, before it was put around the unconscious version of himself. His once limp head was now held and fixed upright and forwards, and Gregory could also presume that explained why he could not turn his head.

A mystery spray bottle was now showcased, and he watched in horror as it was liberally sprayed all over his muzzle, with mouth agape, soaking it down so much that he now looked like he had just stepped out of the shower. It had to be some sort of drug that was causing his body to involuntarily react in the way it did, Gregory surmised.

Then, the camera started moving, leaving his unconscious body just... sitting there. It showed the fox headed into the service corridor, up the stairs, and into the projection room above. The camera deliberately peeked out of one of the small windows for the projector, showing his still unmoving body below. It then pulled back, and showed a pair of construction ear protection and a flash memory card beside it. The fox made the motion of putting on the ear protection before taking the memory card and popping it into the digital media player linked to the projector. Once he pressed "Play", the camera angle suddenly shifted to another camera already inside the theatre. The fox had clearly gone through some amount of effort with extra cameras with the optimum angles.

A high-frequency whine suddenly blared through into his ears, and for a moment it felt like someone had stuck a microphone into a feedback loop in the video. But as the frequencies started to dip and swell, cresting and falling in volume, Gregory start to feel... weird. He tried to will his body to fight against his restraints, but his mind and body started to feel increasingly disconnected. It reminded him of the time when his teammates introduced him to weed, except now he was experiencing every moment of this nightmare with absolutely clarity.

The audio faded away and Gregory focused on the video again. Those weird sounds were still playing, but he could see his body twitching ever so slightly. The camera angle shifted as if reading his mind to show a close-up, and it did look like he was struggling while unconscious? He didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't long before the wolf in the video relaxed into the seat.

"Hello, puppy."

The voice boomed through the theatre, reverberating within his skull like thunder after the lightning. He blinked away the haze that briefly clouded his eyes, echoes fading deep into the back of his head.

"If you hear me, puppy, raise your right hand."

Gregory found his hand straining around his bonds, but watched in horror as the wolf on screen raised his hand straight in the air.

"Now put it back down."

The wolf watched and felt himself lower his arm, his own muscles relaxing at the spoken command.

"Holy fuck, it worked! Ha ha! It fucking worked! I didn't think that shit was real. Damn. Wow. After so many failed tests, looks like I found the lucky one!"

Gregory reeled at the implications of what he was hearing. He was being... hypnotised? And he was some test subject, maybe one of many? What the fuck was this fox up to? Was it going to be murdered? Maybe tortured before having his organs harvested and sold on the black market? Or maybe...

"Oh, don't you worry puppy," the recorded voice answered. "I'm not going to kill you. Oh, no no no. You wolves need to learn."

The wolf winced as another of squeals and whines just blared through the speakers, although it sound more like microphone feedback than anything. He felt... angry, although it was mixed more with confusion as to what the fox was insinuating. If this was some sort of sick practical joke, then he would definitely be ripping whoever thought it was funny a new one when everything had been said and done.

"Stand up, puppy."

A moment of fear splashed through Gregory as he felt like a passenger in his body as he felt his own restrained muscles try to move in response to the command, but the fear began to spread like ripples in a pond as he watched his onscreen self rise out of his seat.

"Take off your clothes, puppy... slowly."

His body relaxed, letting him watch himself slowly strip off his clothes like some stripper. He was a specimen of peak alpha wolf, given all the football training, and he was proud of his physique. However, as his shirt was tossed aside before he watched himself slowly peel off his jeans, he realised his body was still because he was distinctly aware of his current state of nakedness. That meant that these commands weren't just some preprogrammed TV show stunt that he'd seen on countless online videos. It was in his fucking head, and somehow wired to his consciousness. He sucked in a huge breath as he watched himself slip out of his boxers, an ice cold chill of realisation settling in his belly.

"Oh, that's right. There's a sexy puppy. Mmmm... Pose for me, puppy."

The camera shifted to a closer shot, showcasing that the onscreen wolf was already erect out of his sheath as he did some sexy poses for the unknown audience. Even Gregory had to admit that he looked good, and maybe good enough for some big underwear ad splashed on some billboard.

"Oh, yeah. Breathe deep, puppy. Take a big nice whiff of that liquid heat..."

Liquid wh-

A splash of liquid right onto his chest jerked him back away from the pseudo-porn show being screened and back to the nefarious grin of the fox now dousing his chest and belly in some clear, odourle-

Oh fuck.

His nostrils seared at the pure, unadulterated rush of primal lust, the scent just stoking the beginning of an urgent fire threatening to engulf him if not for the physical and mental restraints that were placed on him. His heart pumped hard, sending hot flashes through his body, but even more to his throbbing cock and aching balls craving to empty their load into... something! Anything!

"That's enough, puppy."

His onscreen self stopped in the middle of a hip thrust, leaving him posed like some Greek statuette in a museum except with a dripping cock and engorged knot just lewdly throbbing in the air.

"Leave your stuff and head on up, puppy."

Through a series of carefully positioned cameras, more than he thought possible, he watched him head towards the exit, awkwardly freezing at the exit before more verbal instructions led him to the service door up to the projection room. He watched his aroused body auto-pilot its way up the stairs, open yet another door, before the camera flicked to him standing at the doorway, erection and all.

"Here, puppy. Have a seat."

The wolf watched the dazed version of himself slip into the dastardly chair, lying right back and placing his muscled thighs and legs into the raised stirrups. Then, the reddish blur of a fox moved to quickly places quite the excessive amount of straps around his arms and legs, probably more than was required but that would explain his inability to move anything that wasn't a finger or a the tip of his paws. The camera jerked as it was seemingly yanked off a tripod and panned down to the floor.

"Just need a few more accessories..."

The next thing he knew, the camera was now between his legs, showing off his sphincter in... uncomfortable detail. A finger with a generous dollop of lubricant rose from the bottom of the camera shot, providing the view with the suggestion of what was to foll-

"Nope! No lube for big, bad wolves!"

Gregory disbelievingly watched as the finger flicked most of the lube away like a nasty booger before it just dove straight in right down the centre of his hopefully relaxed pucker. He felt his own rear clench in anticipation, but was met with the oddest sensation. It was almost like something... hard.

"Choo, choo!"

Sure enough, the answer revealed itself through the video, as what looked to be the most oddly shaped plug was pushed into his rear, which seemed to swallow it with discomforting ease. As it was wiggled into place, he was certain the muscles that clenched his already plugged rear was now feeding his brain with images of just how it nestled within him like it was meant to be there.

No! Gregory forced the thought out of his head. He had never taken anything up his butt like a... like a... His brain fumbled for words as the plug jostled around his rear.

"And just so future you know how it feels, here's future me showing you!"

A gentle buzz vibrated all thoughts and notions from his head as the ever-present fox clicked a switch on the butt plug to turn it on. It made even a fresh stream of pre-ejaculate just drool onto his already heat-moistened belly, perpetuating a fresh wave of scented rut straight into his gagged muzzle. Those vibrations felt like the most devilish tickles from his abused rear right through to the base of his wired cock, not helped by the present-day fox gently nudging the embedded plug to vary the stimulations.

"You feel that, puppy? Your big, bad cock just aching for release?"

It was... weird to listen to such dirty words being played out loud, and then watching AND feeling his cock being touched like it was some sort of real-time porno. He watched both the screen and the actual paw gently stroke the underside of his length with the lightest of touches, with both the actual and onscreen cocks throbbing hastily to the newest sensations.

And it throbbed even harder as he felt that paw wrap around his shaft, a gurgled moan responding positively to the increased touch that made his paws curl in delight. He ached to be stroked, but he knew that his resistance was gradually fading away the more he gave in to the pleasure. He mentally reminded himself that he was still held against his will, victim to some sex-starved pervert getting off to this, and he was a straight, pussy-loving alpha w-

The thought vaporised the instant the paw gently started to stroke the upper part of his erection, a fresh spurt of pre lubricating those soft pads massaging the ache out of his cock. Pleasure quenched some of the thirst amidst the desert of desire, but every touch stirred a growing urgency for more. The fox deftly avoided touching his knot, of all things, given just the lightest touch now was more than enough to bring him right to the edge.

The fox knew how to keep the pleasure from building too rapidly, easing off some strokes and slowly varying the rhythm of his wrist to milk every ounce of desperation. The wolf had all but given in to this free handjob, moaning as the fox brought closer and closer to the peak of this unusual torture.

"Are you gonna cum, puppy? Are you gonna cum?"

The wolf didn't know if it was the recorded voice or the real one, but at this point, he didn't care. He tried to nod, then remembered that the posture collar was still on when his head jerked awkwardly in response. He was so close! Even without any deliberate stimulation to his knot, just the fox's masturbation techniques was more than sufficient to bring him close to some... any relief.

"Let's countdown, puppy!"

Gregory snarled at the thought of a cheap plot twist, but more in response that he had to wait even longer to be pleasured. Hie could feel his cock swelling in the fox's paw, its sudden girth disrupting the fox's grip. His testes twitched achingly as they were steadily being priming to fire their overdue load.

"5..."

The orange paw gripped firmly and gave such a deliberately slow stroke from tip to base that it made the tips of his paws scrabble at the concept that just that little bit of stimulation could bring him nirvana. The fox let go of cock, his knot swelling in angry disapproval as it sought out just the tiniest of touches, accidental or deliberate.

"4..."

Now it was the turn of two paws to grip his cock, and he almost cried in pleasure as those digits slid down his shaft in yet another singular stroke. His hips fought hard against the pre-soaked restraints, but once again his erection was left to stew in dribbles of its own juices. The tip of cock, especially, given how it tingled with the familiarity of pre-orgasm, waiting to be soothed by the scalding hot seed that would soon follow.

"3..."

He briefly entertained the though that it would have been pretty disgusting to be ejaculation to the ministrations of a complete stranger, but those double-paws began to surround his shaft in a slow, steady rhythmic pleasure that was too hard to ignore. Mixed with the heady scent of a female's heat just overriding all logical signals, it was hard to resist that growing heat in his crotch. Spurts of clear pre-cum already soaked his belly fur in an effort to clear the way for the main event.

"2..."

Orgasm was getting closer, and he felt like he could taste it with every pant through his gagged maw. Fuck this kinky shit, he was getting a free handjob and never mind that it was from some random fox. He'd deal with the mixed feelings and repercussions later; now, his body wanted to breed and he didn't care where it was coming from. That steady stroking was far too slow, but the trajectory that all his senses was reporting indicated that everything was on course.

He savoured that delicate touch with an undulating pressure, treating all exposed parts of his slick length with constant stimulation. Never mind his knot, which ached and tingled with the slightest breeze or brush against it, his cock was primed and ready and his nuts were starting to feel sore from being neglected. Fuck, foxes really had a knack for this.

"1..."

This was it! He was so close, those paws having never stopped. It may not have been a huge mind-blowing orgasm as he expected it would be and it would take much longer without his knot in play, but an orgasm was an orgasm. He need to get his head out of his haze of lust, and all he needed was one more str-

Gregory glared at his cock as it leapt free of the fox's paws. Those angelic hands were gone, and all that was left was a just the briefest contact with his damp belly. No, no, no! He was so close! His balls ached in protest as he could feel that primed seed slowly sink back down, swollen knot just pulsing in time to his racing knot. Why the fuck did he let go? If he had helped him jerk one out, he would have just called it and went on his way. Instead, his blue balls now began to feel like blue boulders, and he hellbent on want to get off.

"Oh? Too close? Damn. I should've stopped sooner..."

Sooner? What drugs was this fox on? He should've stroked him off to a glorious orgasm!

"I guess you wanted to orgasm, huh?"

Gregory gave an annoyed garble through his gagged muzzle, but his eyes glared obvious daggers at the fox as he stood within reach of his cock. The fox's expression seemed amused, then it rapidly shifted to something more akin to annoyance, and then settling on disconcerting anger. The fox snarled, gripping his cock again with something way less pleasurable and with the pinpricks of very sharp claws digging in a little too much for his liking. The wolf squirmed, but he had nowhere to escape the fox's wrath.

"FUCKING CUM, HUH? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!"

The change in attitude was like a splash of cold water, although the painful grip on his cock was more than enough for his cock to start shrinking in his captor's paw. Yes, his balls were all still achey, but self-preservation prioritised getting away from this madness rather than the burning need that so desperately wanted out.

"Oh! Oh, poor baby. I'm so sorry..."

The fox gently stroked at his length, replacing those sharp points of pain with an overwhelming pleasure. His pads felt so soft and luxurious, and it just made it so difficult for Gregory's erection to resist. It swelled to full turgidity once again, and he didn't even mind the very soft and gentle kisses to his very sensitive tip. It felt so good, yet so terribly awkward for him to respond in what would otherwise be a hostage situation. He wanted out, but his cock wanted out.

"Actually, you know what?" The fox stopped stroking his cock, which felt it was halfway between heaven and hell. "I'm not sorry. Fucking wolves..."

Gregory really wanted to leave if he could, but he was helpless to do anything as the fox bent down between his legs to pick something from beyond his peripheral vision. When his paws returned, they were now adorned with a very ominous looking pair of black leather gloves. He could smell the crisp, brand new scent of very pricey leather. And as it touched his length once again, he realised it was ever so slightly warm as well. The wolf choked out a groan as those leather-clad paws gently squeezed, the very pliable material just warming his length with an unusual ease.

"Just look for another hole to breed, huh?" The fox gently squeezed and massaged his cock despite the harsh words, which made him so confused. "Thinking that you are all alpha stock, dumping your seed everywhere without giving a shit about others."

The fox reached down out of view again and when those paws returned, the wolf's erection was greeted once again with more warmth and a slick dampness that he previously did not notice. Against his superheated length, the combination of a soft touch, a mystery slippery liquid he could only assume was lube, and just this assault on the senses meant it was not long before the wolf was once again approaching the verge of climax.

"Oh look. Here you are, wanting to cum again." The fox stated it so matter-of-factly, but the wolf didn't pay it much heed. Lust was slowly conquering fear, and all he had to do was bite the proverbial tongue and sneak in an orgasm before the fox could notice.

"Oh, don't you worry. I know all your wolf signals. The slightest swell of your knot, your fat balls slowly rising, that tightening of your pucker, and even to the raising of your tail as you get ready to blow your disgusting load."

Gregory's mind whirled as words entered his ear, but all he registered was the gentle squeeze of his knot, the tickle against his scrotum, fingertips brushing against his perineum, and the gentle tug of that deeply embedded plug. He didn't know how, but the fox seemed so finely attuned to his body even more than he knew how. It still didn't bring him any closer to the promise of orgasm, but he was so fucking close.

"Oh, you're close, huh?" Fucking fox! How did he know? "Can't have that now, can we?"

A fresh oily warmth pressed up against his erection again, and Gregory groaned as the fox brought him even closer to the edge. If he could just... a little... faster... harder... no just... yes... right... almost...

"Good boy."

Gregory felt his cock twitch, before the oddest sensation greeted him. It felt like a switch had flicked in his head and the urgency to cum just dialled back every so slightly. His cock and balls still ached fiercely, but it was almost like he was stepping back from the edge.

"Good boy."

Again, his cock throbbed, and it deflated in the warmth oily grasp of his captor. The ache felt worse, like as though the blazing heat of his arousal was being turned the smouldering white lust that craved relief from the growing pressure.

"Goooooooood boy."

The wolf watched in horror was his erection slowly, but surely deflated. Even with the fox continuously stroking at it, it felt like his arousal was fading away, a sensation that felt increasingly out of reach.

"Goooooooooooooood boooooyyyyyy."

With knot fully deflated and those cursed words ringing in his head, the fox gleefully watched as that once hard bone slipped without complaint back into his sheath. Even with those damned paws just teasing the entrance of his very greasy sheath and fingers just squeezing the now hidden shaft, it felt discomfortingly comfortable hidden away from his capture. It was almost as though those cursed words were...

Gregory froze. No. It couldn't be. His eyes widened at the realisation as the dots connected from what he had watched to what was happening now. It was the only logical reason. It had to be...

"Damn, this hypnosis shit is fun. I wish I thought of it earlier."

A cold rock settled in the wolf's belly as the extent of how fucked everything could have been was not and instead was even worse than he had imagined. Who was this fox? Why was he picking on him? Did he do something to offend him? Could it be reversed? Maybe it was permanent and this fox and royally fucked him over. The motherfucker had to pay! But not before reversing this shit and him back to normal? How was he going to it? Maybe he was rich lonely pervert that was looking for a victim for his sex dungeon and he was the unfortunate target. He had to get out. He needed to get out. He wanted it to a bad dream. Yeah, it had to a bad dream. He just want to close his eyes and wish it all aw-

The cold rock in his belly exploded into a gut wrenching explosion of pain as his exposed testes were gripped in the fox's paw and tugged firmly, instantly derailing his train of thought and causing the entire metal frame of his bindings to shake with all the urgency he could muster.

"Oh, I have you by the balls now, puppy."

He felt his sheath begin to swell amidst the pain. What th-

"Puppy."

The tip of his cock peeked out, its angry red contrasting so visibly against his fur.

"Puppy. Puppy. Puppy."

His cock slipped free and out into the open, and by the third chant, his knot was fully engorged again with frightening speed. The smouldering fire reignited with the liberal application of perverted fuel.

"Bad puppy."

The wolf cock surged with a desperate vigour with nothing but the fox's words to spur it on, and it was then Gregory noticed the choice of words. He glanced desperately at the fox, who only met his eyes with an all too familiar sinister look.

"Looks like puppy isn't so dumb after all."

Gregory groaned as his cock twitched in response to the keyword. Good had to be something bad, and bad had to be something good. Up was down, and left was right. Maybe if that was the keyword, he could chant it in his head some like Wizard of Oz movie and perhaps that would take him home and this nightmare would end. He scrunched his eyes hard.

Bad puppy. Bad puppy. Bad pup-

Wait. Nothing was happening. His body wasn't reacting at all, not even a twitch.

"Fffff... Ah ha ha ha ha! You thought you could pull the trigger yourself?" The fox gave his testicles one more painful tug before he stepped away in a fit of laughter. "Oh, you are such a stupid dog!"

No, no, no! The wolf wanted this nightmare to be over, but the implications of just how fucked he could be without undoing whatever the fox had did to his head was slowly sinking in. He absolutely did not want to have this fucking fox stuck in his head and messing him up. He had to get out.

The fox, on the other hand, started to slathering his cock with packets of lube, and he could make out that it was the same longer-lasting shit that he shoved into his wallet. It felt like ice against his uncontrollable erection, but it did nothing to stifle his rage, which was only equalled by his arousal. The vulpine's paws massaged it all over his cock, squeezing it all over his knot and shoving a lewd amount of it into his sheath just for laughs.

"Ahhhh harrghhhhing illll uhhhh."

The fox laughed in Gregory's face, even as he unwrapped the extra snug condom and tried to stretch it over the much larger cock. Clearly, as the wolf smugly noted, he was much bigger than those joke condoms. However, the condom was much more durable than he had given it credit, gripping almost the entire length with an admittedly pleasurable firmness.

"I'll be long gone before you get your dirty paws on me," drawled the fox as he continued to tease the wolf's knot with small circles, earning yet another angry lupine huff. "But I do want to leave you with something."

The high pitched squeals returned from the cinema's speakers, and Gregory felt the fog in his head slowly descend. The will to fight it had dimmed considerably, and he did not find it in him to fight it off.

"Hello, naughty puppy."

Gregory's cock tried to swell at the trigger words just echoing in his ears, but the tightness did fell discernibly less than before. It had to be that lubricant.

"Just one last gift for you... and maybe Detective Braxton."

Detective... who?

"Clearly, my little experiment worked. And I can't wait to try it out on more of your disgusting kind."

Another tone rang out, but Gregory felt like it was... softer? Maybe a little more gentle. He couldn't tell anymore.

"There you go. Deeper and deeper... just like I'm doing with that fox dildo in your butt!"

Gregory barely registered the fox manipulated whatever the fox had shoved up his rear earlier, but it ached as much as it felt... good? A sharp pain from his sphincter briefly took him out of his daze, but the pop of an artificial knot sent shivers of mysterious pleasure up his spine.

"I'm gonna give you some instructions for you, and you're going to listen very carefully... not like there's anything you can do."

A warm breath tickled the inside of his ear, followed by a tender lick.

"Every night, you're going to fap," came the soft, almost tender whisper. "As you do, you're going to get reallllllllllllly close. Your cock will be so hard, and your knot just waiting to burst like a juicy apple. Your balls will churn and stir with so much seed waiting to spray all over your naughty puppy self."

Gregory moaned, the words trickling like nectar into his fuddled brain. The voice switched to his other ear, and whispered yet again.

"But the closer you get to that sweet, sweet orgasm... the more that seed just wants to come shooting out your dirty cock like a fucking volcano... you're gonna hear my voice over and over and over again telling you that you're... such... a... good... puppy..."

As those words slipped into his subconscious, the condom over his cock felt... less snug? His erection had definitely waned a little, but he felt just as hot as before. His balls felt like those 100-pound weights from the gym, but it was such a weird flux of pleasure... and then not.

"That's it. Good puppy. Get that extra snug condom to fit. Good puppy. Every night, just before you get to cum, you're gonna hear me tell you you're such a good puppy and bye bye big bad cock. Then as you cool off, those big ol' balls of yours are gonna scream for relief, and you're gonna start fapping again. But the more you fap, the closer you get, the louder you will hear my voice, and back down you go like a good puppy. That's it, goooooood puppy."

He felt the fox touch his... cock? No. His sheath. His cock had shrunk back down into his sheath, leaving just the tip of once snug condom just abandoned on his belly. His nerves were on edge as the fox gently groped his crotch, the tip of his erection began to slide out once again.

"Oh, how I wish I could see you just trying desperately to cum, but you can't, not like the good puppy you are. Maybe you'll never cum again and your poor cock will never get used, and you'll never breed and spread your dirty seed to make more of you nasty dogs. When you fap, you won't get to cum. When you fuck, you won't get to cum. All you'll be is my good puppy."

The wolf let out a groan, the reddish tip of his wolf cock sliding in and out of his sheath as the words coerced his body into a hellish no man's land. On one paw, the fox kept trying to stimulate him. On the other, the fox's words just forced his once proud erection back into hiding. The flow of pre-cum remained unhindered, just oozing out of his sheath and onto a growing patch of matted fur on his belly.

"Tell you what. Since you're such a good puppy, I'll let you cum." The voice shifted to his other ear, turning into a quiet snarl. "You can cum when they fucking catch me and throw me in jail. Then you can celebrate and blow your load, but until then, I want you, your fucking cock, and your stupid big balls to suffer like the stupid wolves you are. I want your balls to grow so big, you can't fucking walk properly after this. You're gonna need a fucking tampon to soak all those juices because you can't keep yourself dry anymore. You'll be humping your bed at night, and you body will beg you to stop but you're can't stop being so horny and so fucking noisy that I hope you get arrested for being the fucking slut you are. You're gonna get into so much trouble with your cock that you're GOING TO JAIL AND GET FUCKED AND YOU STILL CAN'T CUM. ALL DAY GETTING GANG-BANGED AND YOUR POOR PUPPY COCK STILL CAN'T BLOW. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT YOU FUCKING DUMB CU-"

The voice stopped, and the sponge that was the wolf's brain could barely discern the scramble of belongings being hastily gathered. There was distant shouting, but Gregory couldn't make out the words. He could see streaks of lights from the cinema below, but not who was creating the light.

The last thing he registered was the disconcerting voice of the fox, whispering:

"Keep a secret for me, will ya? I'll be cumming... while you don't."

* * *

Detective Braxton pulled up to the theatre's sidewalk, right where the other patrol cars had been parked. While he was grateful that the first responders had cordoned off the scramble of reporters to the other side of the road, he was not looking forward to having his picture being featured once again. He really hoped the police chief would at least spare him the dignity of not having to engage with the proverbial pack of news hungry wolves waiting to pounce on a potential headline.

He ignored the surge in camera flashes as he made his way into the theatre. He saw the forensics team working over the surfaces inside the ticket booth, which he figured was where the perp might have been. He followed some of the first responding officers to inside one of the screening halls, who then showed him where a wallet and, rather worryingly, a police-issued taser was found in one of the rows. Then, he was led up to the screening room, where...

"We believe this where the perp ah... subdued his victim," explained the first responding officer, a goat.

He winced at the residual sour tang of artificial heat, usually used by dog breeders, stung his nose. A large extractor fan had been set up to clear out the room, but it was clear by the number of canine officers standing along the corridor that the potency of the smell continued to linger. Detective Braxton ignored them, and stepped into the room, where the non-canine officers were busy collecting evidence.

"Where's the victim now?"

"Ambulance came 20 minutes ago to send him for a once-over," responded the goat.

Detective Braxton nodded, taking in the horror that was the fluid soaked gynaecological chair just propped by the window that overlooked the cinema. He could smell him; the fox's scent was engrained deep into his nostrils and he was certain he could sniff him out in a line-up.

"Injuries?"

"Uh..." The goat frantically searched through his notes, a clear sign to the wolf that he was a rookie fresh out of the academy judging from his organisational skills. "Subject, male grey timber wolf, was in a daze. Medics found him sodomised with something, possibly a sex toy, but they would only attempt a removal in the hospital. No obvious drugging or any other injuries at initial... uh... discovery."

Detective Braxton scanned the room once again. He could not imagine just what sort of horrors the poor kid had gone through, not after this was the tenth... no, eleventh? Even he was starting to lose track.

"Detective Braxton?"

One of the forensic technicians clad in their head-to-toe white disposable suits approached him, holding out a small evidence bag with something inside.

"What's this?" He asked as he took the evidence bag into his hand.

"It's an SD card from the cinema projector," explained the tech. "We noticed that the projector had been tampered with, and we found this SD card inside."

The wolf pulled out his penlight and clicked it on. It was clear that this belonged to the fox, considering his handwriting was scribbled on the small label in his signature catchphrase.

"'Wolves r 2 horny'," he read aloud. "Definitely our guy. Get this to the lab and find out what's on it."

He handed the bag back to the tech and made his way out, patting the caprine officer on the shoulder as he headed back to his car. He ignored the cries of attention from the reporters yet again, hopped into his car, and shut the door and deafening the outside world.

He paused for a moment, reflecting on the brazen actions of the perp. Victim after victim, the methods were diabolical yet calculated. The public displays were as humiliating as they were loud and noisy, designed to attract as much attention as possible. All those who suffered under his hand were unharmed physically, but definitely mentally scarred. It was a cruel gesture, and it hardened the wolf's resolve.

"I'll fucking get you," he whispered to himself as he started up his car.

"I'll fucking get you if it's the last thing I do."