Puppy Reconditioning
"Hal's pencil dropped to the floor, but the hyena didn't move to pick it up. He sat still, and watched it roll away as visions played behind his eyes."
A story about cum-play, pet-play and hypnosis.
Hope you enjoy!
Puppy Reconditioning, by AnotherAperson
Hal's pencil dropped to the floor, but the hyena didn't move to pick it up. He sat still, and watched it roll away as visions played behind his eyes.
A hot, musky sheath pressed up against his snout, bringing with it the familiar tang of his Master's scent. The hyena huffed it with quick breaths as it brushed from one side of his face to the other. It rubbed its slick exterior into his fur, matting it, as the virile smell ran deep into his sinuses. The cock hardened, and nearly squirted him in the eye as it swung upwards to its full height.
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Outside the fat mound of its sheath, it stood at eight inches before reaching the growing bulb of its knot. It had a strong curve where it widened in the centre, curling back up against the wolf's stomach up to a pointed tip.
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It was a hard cock to handle, but Hal still let his Master guide it through his lips and deep into his muzzle without complaint. There, it dumped a thick wad of sweet pre-cum onto his tongue. Hal licked and swallowed before another hand grabbed his head, and pulled him flush against his Master's crotch. As the wolf grew hard, it filled more of his mouth, until each throb poked up against the back of his throat, and repeatedly gagged him. Between breaths he still did his best to lick and suck every inch of it.
He blinked, then picked up the pencil from the floor. He adjusted himself through his dress shirt and trousers, and bored his eyes into the stacks of paperwork around him. His mouth salivated for something.
His face was planted to the floor, while his ass and tail were hiked high into the air. He wasn't a bottom, and didn't like anything going near his rear-end at all: not even his boyfriend. But now he stayed in place, and even moaned out in need for the wolf sat behind him.
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A hand traced up each of his thighs, then two thumbs pulled his cheeks wide apart, to show off his tight, puppy hole. He shook his ass from side to side and moaned again. His Master chuckled, before a hot breath washed along his crack, and a tongue lapped over his balls, tracing up to his taint.
Hal's whole body shuddered, and the pencil dropped back to the floor. His cock ached in the tight confines of his underwear, and begged to be released. His eyes flickered from the pencil, to the obvious bulge of his arousal, hidden away. It gave him a sudden spike of anxiety.
'Good boys don't cover themselves.'
He shook his head and focused back on the desk, the paperwork, and the rest of his office space. The pages were now orange, and the sun was setting outside, casting a warm glow over everything.
He frowned and checked his watch. A leather cuff was in its place. He sat on his knees with his legs spread, in a dark but familiar room. Each wrist cuff was tied on either side of him by short chains, each connecting to two metal rings embedded in the floor. He squirmed and tugged at them, as something thick pressed under his tail, and as a hand petted his chest from behind. He panted and whined as the intrusion eased into him.
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His Master laughed and whispered back. His words were honeyed and distant, but brought a shuddering wave of pleasure through him. He felt himself relax. He let himself sink back onto his haunches, letting the dildo probe even deeper into his guts as his cock spurted in front of him.
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As he went, a pop filled the room as a bulbous section lodged itself inside. He tried to plead, but found he could not grasp any words. His mind and body felt empty besides the thick dildo spearing into him, and he could only howl as his ass reached the floor. His Master stroked his body, and whispered into his ear all the while.
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"Are you alright?"
Above him, his coworker held out a fresh stack of papers. He took them with a smile, and a nod, and the bull left him with a pitiful wince.
'Good boys are grateful.'
Around him, the room had turned a cool blue. He reached to check his watch, then looked for a wall clock instead.
As he turned, a cock slapped his cheek hard enough to sting. More sweetened words swamped his thoughts, and without thinking, the hyena inhaled the dick down to the knot. He licked and sucked every part of it with a feverish passion. Each moan and twitch from his Master only heightened his own pleasure, and he struggled to imagine anything better. Not, as a thick, musky load filled his mouth, bringing him even more of his Master's tangy taste. He didn't swallow. He kept licking until the soft flesh parted from his lips and sunk back into its sheath.
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_A command came from above, and he loyally tilted his head back, to show the cum still waiting on his tongue. He gurgled the mixture, before another word had him swallowing it down with a smile. Then he went back to tonguing his Master's soft and wettened cock. _
Hal shuddered and took out his phone to call Callum. His whole body shook with emotion, and he resisted the urge to start barking with laughter. He could only breathe again once his boyfriend picked up.
"Hey, spots. What's up?"
Hal clutched his phone, as if it were his lifeboat out at sea. As he focused on the wolf's rich, and powerful voice, the world calmed and became clearer around him. Everything felt okay. The office came into view around him, and he watched his coworkers bumble around above the constant hum of keys and the din of voices. Some began to pack up for the day. Papers piled high on Hal's desk, while his computer had already powered down.
"Hello? Are you alright?"
The warm voice made his cock throb. His nose picked up the faint smell of his own excitement, and he knew his trousers would be clearly ruined. He grabbed the desk with his other hand, and prepared himself for more visions, but none came. His wolf was here.
'Good boys obey.'
The hyena adjusted himself again, and cleared his throat. He was glad Callum couldn't see his expression, and the way his bushy mane had stuck up all around him. He felt like a bad dog getting caught in the act.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright... Sorry; I thought... I've been missing you, is all."
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'Good boys savour their Master's taste.'
"Then come home, silly. I've missed you, too."
Hal checked his watch, and found a loop of rope pinning his arm to the headboard of his bed. His leg was pulled up and tied just below. On the opposite side of him, his other limbs were mirrored in the same hold. In front of him, his Master sat, and petted over his exposed ass and thighs, while ignoring Hal's aching cock. He slapped his own knotted cock above it.
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"From now on, Mutt, this is all I want you to focus on. This is the only dick you need to worry about."
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He wagged his length a few times like a metronome, then rubbed it back along Hal's own. He let him feel the weight and warmth of it for a moment, before pulling back, and hilting himself inside the hyena's ass.
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"Fuck, you're good. Show me how much you fucking love your Master's cock. Moan for me, Mutt. Make me want to cum in you."
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Hal let out a nervous cackle, before the wolf grabbed the headboard above him, and rolled his hips deeper to fuck him hard and fast. The hyena bounced on the bed with each slam of his Master's hips. Each slap of their bodies drove the curved cock right up against his prostate, making him spray rivulets of pre-cum over himself.
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The wolf never pushed hard enough for the knot to sink in. Before either could finish, he pulled out, waddled forward, and humped into Hal's muzzle. The flood of cum was enough to push the hyena over the edge, too.
"That's it. God, you're a hungry little cum slut. Nothing but a dumb puppy sucking on his Master's bone."
"Spots, what's wrong? You've gone quiet again. Are you sick? I can come pick you up if you'd like, but please talk to me."
'Good boys obey.'
Hal didn't dare check the time again. He closed his eyes and focused on his boyfriend's voice, the lilt of each syllable, and the way his tongue purred out each pet name. It all kept him pinned in his office chair.
"Please, keep talking."
"What's the matter? Is everything alright?"
"I--I don't know; I think I'm unwell."
His cock felt anything but unwell, but his head felt loose somehow. He could feel more visions crawling at the back of his head, at the edge of his comprehension, ready to spring free at the slightest suggestion.
"I keep seeing things, Master. I... "
He stopped. Something was wrong with the title, and Callum noticed it, too. He heard a rush of air over the phone before the wolf was moving.
"I'll be right there. Be a good boy, and meet me outside as soon as you can. Okay, babe?"
"Why are you calling me that?"
'Good boys savour their Master's taste.'
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Cum spurted along his open mouth and coated his tongue in long, salty lines. He waited until his Master's red cock finished, then leaned forward to lap over its tip. Then, he used his fingers to wipe all the semen up from his face and his chest, and slurped it all up into his mouth.
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"Here. Be a good boy and spit it out for me. I promise it'll taste even better afterwards."
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His Master offered his palm, and carefully, Hal let the load drool down from his open maw onto it. He kept his tongue poked out for another moment for it all to settle, then he lapped and sucked it all back into his mouth.
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'Good boys savour their Master's taste.'
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It was even better this time, but his Master kept his palm out. He spat again and repeated the process. His Master grabbed his mane with his other hand to tug him back and forth.
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"Focus on my hand, my voice, and my cum as you spit it out again. Ignore everything else, and let those thoughts fall from your head with the fluid dripping from your tongue...
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"I probably shouldn't tell you this, as it's not on the video, but I want you to listen. You don't have to think about anything else around you. As you enjoy my cum, I only want you thinking about me and my cock. Good boys only think about their Master. Okay? Now, spit."
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By the fifth time, it was nothing but his own saliva, but somehow it still tasted sweeter and thicker than any time before.
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"Now, savour it."
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Hal tilted his head back, gurgled the messy concoction, then swallowed it down with an exaggerated gulp. He dropped his jaw and showed off his sticky mouth with a loopy grin. The wolf smiled back and wiped his wet paw over Hal's snout, coating his scent there. Then he turned and walked away, and the hyena crawled after him.
Hal blinked, and the phone was ringing. He waited for the phone to morph into a throbbing cock, but it continued to shake in his hand. Relief flooded him, and he quickly babbled down the phone as it picked up.
"Please, help me, Ma-- Callum; I keep getting confused."
"Listen, you'll be alright. Be a good boy and look around and tell me where you are."
'Good boys obey'
Hal wanted to protest, but before he could think it through, his head snapped up and scanned over the room.
"I'm in the office. But it's dark, and no one's around."
"That's because work finished an hour ago. Come downstairs; I'm outside."
"But what happens if I see something again?"
The voice on the other end turned stern, and seemed to reverberate through his very soul. Every word felt like a blow between his legs, as if he'd just fallen without a parachute, and he wished he'd just listened and obeyed. A ripple of nervous giggles shook him.
"You won't. Focus on my voice, and come downstairs."
'Good boys obey.'
Hal stifled a bark that threatened to break through his chest, then kicked away his chair and ran. The building passed in a blur, and he could think of nothing, not even of his visions, until he spotted his boyfriend. He was lounging against their car, with his phone held up to one pointed ear, while his head swivelled around. His body was all bones and sharp angles, wrapped in a clean-cut coat of black fur. He stood out in the sunlight, and the harsh whites of the pavement. Only his unblinking eyes and reflective teeth stood out from the dark mass of his body.
He was smirking, until Hal called out and sprinted towards him. A car blared as it nearly clipped his side. The hyena ignored it, and dragged his boyfriend into an embrace against the car. He wrapped both arms around his torso, and pressed his snout into Callum's nape, searching for his scent. The heavy, canine tones of his fluffy fur mixed with a day's sweat, and they all washed through Hal like a hot shower. It smelt of home, and with it, all his anxieties faded. Each sniff made him soften against Callum, especially as his arms looped around him in turn, pulling them closer together. Warm words tickled the tufts of his ear, and his whole body sagged in further relief.
With it, though, came a sustained clarity. Enough for him to pull away with splayed ears and a frown.
"Are you alright? You said you were seeing things?"
"Yeah, I... I kept seeing another wolf. We were sleeping together in them, but none of it was real. But they didn't stop either, and there were so many images... I'm sorry; I probably sound crazy. I promise I love you."
"It's alright; I trust you. Though if you don't mind, I'd love to hear all the things you fantasised about... What was the wolf like? Did you enjoy it?
"I'm not sure. I wasn't really thinking all that much..."
Callum smiled, but it was too cutting. It looked angular and forced on his face.
"How are you feeling now?"
Hal sighed, and took in more of his boyfriend's scent as they went back for another hug. The wolf was rigid, and the hyena felt like he was holding a metal pole.
"I'm doing better with you here..."
The wolf only hummed in response. Hal took a steadying breath then went on.
"Callum? Do you know why I'm seeing these things?"
The wolf tensed further, then pulled away from their embrace.
"What do you mean?"
He spoke in his commanding voice, and Hal imagined it could part oceans if used elsewhere. Now, it nearly brought him to his knees begging.
"Nothing. I just thought--"
"--Do you trust me, Spots?"
"Of course. Of course, Master; I love you."
Hal's face twisted in horror as the realisation dawned upon his mind.
Callum smiled back at him. His lips moved as if he were speaking, but he didn't make a sound.
Around Hal, the world crumpled and faded as the wolf relaxed. He watched from a distance as his boyfriend brought his hands around his hips, and kissed him deeply. He blinked, and he was in their car, with his lips wrapped around his boyfriend's cock as he moaned above.
A firm hand held him in place. The tip of Callum's dick bulged into his throat, and cut off his air with each thrust. He gagged again and again each time, but still sucked and suckled every inch of his Master's cock. He kept going even as his lungs burned, and as every rolling hump of the wolf's hips drew him further downwards onto the knot.
"Fuck; just like that. Take my knot, you mutt."
Hal's whine was silenced. His cheeks ballooned as he took his entire length, and as his snout mushed against his Master's pubic fur. His boyfriend shuddered above and soon settled. Hal closed his eyes.
'Good boys savour their Master's taste.'
He stumbled down a set of stairs on all fours with an aching throat and a mouth stuffed with thick fluid. He instinctually spat it out and tried to stand.
"Bad boy! I told you to hold it."
A searing shame lanced through him, and he fell forwards. The wolf caught him before he could hit the ground, and propped him up by the waist. His hand soon snaked lower.
"Callum, you're scaring me. Where are we? What's happening?"
The wolf turned to him, and in an instant his expression flashed from irritated to concerned. He cupped Hal's face, and looked deep into his eyes as he spoke.
"You've broken the conditioning, Mutt. You're sick. But I'm going to make you into a good boy again. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
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'Good boys obey.'
The sudden urge to bark returned. Hal shuddered in panic and tried to pull away. He tried to laugh it off, and searched the wolf's face for the moment it broke into a smirk or raucous laughter at his tasteless joke. But Callum was unmoving, besides his hand squeezing the hyena's ass. He used it to pull him back into a full embrace, then rubbed their noses together.
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The hyena sat in the wolf's lap above, kissing, and trading cum back and forth between their tongues. He wasn't sure who it first came from, but he took it into his mouth last. Then their kiss broke apart. The wolf licked his nose and smiled, before he grabbed the hyena's ass with a slap. He pulled him down, driving more of his cock deep into his tail-hole.
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"You love my cock, don't you, puppy? Bet you can't wait for another one of my hot loads to fill you up."
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Hal made a playful growl but didn't let any fluid escape from his muzzle. He met the wolf halfway, and sank his ass down each time he thrusted upwards. The slick slapping of their bodies filled the dark room only for a few minutes before his Master finished. The flood of warmth brought Hal an equal shudder of pleasure. He couldn't wait to taste and clean up every drop of the mess now filling him. And it was all thanks to his beloved Master.
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"Good boy," he crooned. "Good boy ... I want you to hold that until dinner, okay?"
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Hal couldn't answer. He clenched his ass in response, then cuddled around the wolf's torso, taking in the delicious scent of his ruffled and sweaty body. Part of him hoped he'd never have to swallow ever again.
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The wolf put his arms back over his shoulders and led him through their basement. It had been empty when they'd first got the place, and had been for as long as the two had lived there. But now it was clearly a sex dungeon. Against the farthest wall was a small monitor, and a set of headphones beside a bean bag. In the opposite corner was a cage beside a dog bowl, while along the same wall dildos and toys were stacked along the many shelves above. More of them littered the floor like chew toys between pieces of erotic furniture. Lathered over it all was the heavy scent of sweat, lube, and cum.
Hal turned as his Master beckoned him. He took off his headphones and blinked the words from his eyes to crawl over to the wolf. His master was already hard, and stroking himself to the point of orgasm, though he looked nervous, and strangely young. Hal wasn't sure why, but didn't ask. He parted his own legs, opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and prepared himself for the deluge of flavours. He wasn't disappointed.
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'Good boys savour their Master's taste.'
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'Good boys are grateful.'
When he opened his eyes, his boyfriend pushed him down to the bean bag, and picked up a controller to turn on the screen. It was bright blue, and covered in shuddering spirals. Hal swore he could spy the faint imagine of a long and twitching cock beneath, as if watching it happen through a blanket.
"Callum?"
"Watch. You'll feel better soon."
The wolf put the headphones over his head and pressed another button. Fuzzy text appeared onscreen. He would have to squint to read it, but his head instead turned to look at a set of ropes running along the wall.
He stood with one hand free, stroking his cock to the wolf in front of him. As he came, he put the palm of his hand over the head to collect as much of his load as he could. It was meagre by this point, but he still lapped it all up into his muzzle. Then he brought his hand back down and kept stroking.
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His Master nodded, then left the dungeon with tented trousers and a wagging tail.
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Besides Hal's arm, which was slick with lube and cum for him to keep touching himself, his other limbs were all bound. He'd been instructed to not stop until his Master returned a few hours from now.
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Orgasm after orgasm washed over him, and he tasted them all. But none were half as good as the wolf's loads, and each subsequent slurp only drove the point home.
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'Good boys savour the taste of their Master.'
'Good boys obey. Let go.'
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_Hal let go of his cock and blinked at the screen. Words flashed at the same time as they were voiced through the headphones. His cock throbbed at the edge of an orgasm. His Master was wrapped behind him, running his hands through the fur of his stomach, while his head rested on his shoulder. _
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'Good boys are grateful.'
'Good boys always listen. Stroke.'
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Hal hesitated, then stroked slowly and methodically. He tried to stop himself, but his hand seemed to move on its own. And as the pleasure grew, so did his thoughtlessness. His mind shrank and disappeared with each brush of fur against skin, and all he began to sense was the weight of the words reverberating through his skull. It never occurred to look away from the screen.
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Around his back, his Master cradled his torso, and held one of his balls in each hand.
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_Soon Hal came, and scooped the release into his mouth. _
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'Good boys savour the taste of their Master.'
'Good boys obey. Let go.'
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"Please..."
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"Look at you. Ha! It really worked. You're just a mindless cum slut now. God, how many times did you finish? You must be exhausted... Show me what you collected."
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'Good boys savour the taste of their Master.'
'Good boys obey. Roll over: on all fours.'
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He faced his Master with a pleading expression. The wolf's face melded with the surrounding darkness, leaving only his grinning teeth, and aroused eyes. They reflected the same phrases of the screen behind him, as they rummaged through his head.
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'Good boys always listen.'
'Good boys suck and throat their Master's cock.'
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"It's okay, mutt. You'll be better soon."
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Hal barked back, and felt his mind shatter all over again. He didn't care. He was a good boy, and was lucky enough to have both a sweet and loving master. Opening his mouth, he bent over and brought the cock into his muzzle.