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Hidden underneath the desk in his Master's office, which was now filled with various businessmen, Edwin's mind raced as he felt Daddy's hand on the back of his head, signaling the bear's encouragement for the wolf to continue his stealthy fellatio. Part of missy's attention couldn't help but focus on Master Daon's strong masculine scent and taste, but the majority of her consciousness was trying to come to grips with the situation she found herself in.

In Edwin's head, a hundred thoughts all vied for his attention. 'Is that really father's voice? Maybe this is a just a trick, to see if I'd actually keep my word about being loyal and giving myself to Daddy! If it is, and I betray him, there's no way I'll ever get to cum again! But I know that voice -- it MUST be him... unless it's just a recording? I have no idea what these people are talking about.. this could have recorded years ago for all I know. Still, it could be him and he really could be standing just a few feet from me! If I speak up, I could be saved... even home by tonight! Shit, though... I'm wearing a dress, my muzzle is covered in saliva and precum, and I'm under this desk. How would I explain that? Don't be stupid -- you've been missing for months! Dad won't care how I'm dressed. But it has been a long time... why hasn't he already found me? And why is he here now, talking with Master Daon? Please, PLEASE don't let him be a member of the Organization. That would just be too much... there's no way he would have done this to me... would he?'

As Daddy's precum began to liberally coat missy's tongue and throat, the wolf couldn't help but picture himself bent over the table above him, Master still buried in his mouth while his father rubbed his hardening cock against his son's ass as a room full of well dressed men waited to take their turn on either end.

'NO! Father would never do that! He was never the most affectionate dad, but I'd of known if he was a monster... wouldn't I? I can't think like that, or I'm already lost. He's really here, and if he knew I was too he'd be trying to save me. Master is a business man. It makes sense that he'd be talking to my dad.'

But Edwin couldn't help but obsess over how too convenient the timing was. Him and his Dad in the same room, at the same time... how could that --

'MASON! That son of a bitch! He set this up, to humiliate me... to humiliate dad, in front of his associates. That has to be it! If I get his attention... that's exactly what the boar wants. He wants me to bring down my own dad, and then to have to live with that fact. The best case is that he'll be ruined, the rumors alone bringing down our family. Also, it's possible that... no... they wouldn't dare!'

But Edwin knew that was untrue the moment he thought it. Yes, the Organization would take any measure they felt was necessary to safeguard their secrets if the wolf made a scene here. He knew from experience that the people who controlled the shadowy society would do anything they felt they had to, just as they had been doing for years. If they felt it was in their best interests, the Organization would capture his father and make the older wolf suffer a training regiment similar to what Edwin himself went through after being kidnapped.

'That fuck... Mason doesn't just want me to ruin dad financially. He wants me to be responsible for getting him enslaved. And after that? Would they go after our whole family? Is this crazy!? Am I just being paranoid?'

These and a dozen more theories ran through missy's head, as she quietly pleasured her Master's cock just out of sight from the room full of men who continued to talk shop -- seemingly unaware that the most powerful man in the room was having his impressively proportioned dick sucked off by a cross-dressing wolf.

Eventually, Edwin came to the most painful decision he ever had to make in his life. He wouldn't make an escape attempt. Not yet, anyway. Too much to lose... too many unknowns. There was a thousand ways the attempt could go wrong and only one or two ways that could plausibly end up with the wolf going home.

'But what if this the only chance I'll ever get? What if I'm literally just one word away from freedom? ...FUCK!!'

The worst part was, having made his decision, the wolf had to sit there for what felt like hours, blowing the man who he was sure would have castrated him if he acted on his notion of going back on his word. And that's if he was luckily. More likely Daddy would simply have decided he was done being Mr. Nice Bear, and handed missy over to Doctor Stone for a full sex change operation before the day was out.

'This was going to be the twisted asshole's trump card... he really would have had my last orgasm. Mason... I didn't understand how dangerous you were until it was almost too late.' Having made this realization, in a flash even more pieces fell into place for Edwin. 'Didn't Master Tom say something about Mason helping him land that promotion as long as he got Feral to fuck me? There's no way that the boar wouldn't realize how much that would piss Daddy off. If I hadn't of put it together just before I got caught in his mouse trap... I'd of been even worse off than Bitch.' Edwin felt himself grow cold at the thought of how close he came to disaster.

'As much as I hate to admit it, my only protection against Mason is Master Daon. Now that I know what he really is, there's a chance I can make Daddy understand. I still have a couple of advantages... Mason doesn't know that I see through his bullshit games yet, and Daddy, in a perverse kind of way, seems to genuinely care me. At least somewhat. I'm not toothless yet, you fuck. I'll teach you to mess with a wolf of the Lucient clan!'

Having decided his path, missy cleared her head of all distractions and set herself on giving Daddy the most pleasing, ball throbbing blowjob a man had ever had the good fortune to receive.

Moments later, Master Daon was hard pressed to keep a straight face from the sensations coming from his groin. 'Holy shit,' the bear thought. 'It feels like there's a succubus down there, sucking the life out of me. And god help me... I don't want it to stop. Missy, you're amazing. I think... I may truly love you. Is it possible that... maybe one day you could also --'

Any further coherent thought was rendered impossible for Daddy as missy took him to the root, nose pressed up against his pubic fur.

---

Back in the study, while Feral continued riding Bitch's ass, Master Mason was fucking the rabbit's face with bruising force, hilting himself completely with every thrust. But what was far worse for the bunny were the words coming out of the boar's mouth.

"That's right, Bitch. Feral was always meant for you, from the time I got him as a pup over a year ago. Oh sure, he got a lot of practice fucking my panther twins, but this was always his destiny. His and yours. And with that being the case, I had him trained to perform some fairly... well, let's just say uncommon tricks. After all, I see no reason that your new life should be too easy on you. Now let's see... what does Feral have in store for you? Oh, that's right! If you haven't found out already, you'll soon discover that your balls are now officially your Master's favorite toys. Sure, he'll start out gentle enough... licking at your sack for hours on end. Especially while other people are watching. But over the coming weeks I'll think you'll find that your lover favors a... rougher type of affection. Just imagine it: You, deep asleep, dreaming of freedom. Then, suddenly, you're woken up in the dead of night by a gentle lapping on your nuts. A lapping that soon turns into a mild muzzling, as he takes your meaty nuggets into his mouth. But, the moment you feel teeth, you'll know that something's terribly wrong. You'll try to scream for help, uselessly. Then you'll attempt to stop him with your hands, only to nearly piss yourself in fear when the furry black wall of muscle between your legs turns into a snarling bear trap of angry teeth around your balls. At that point, you'll finally decide that the smarter move is to forget about stopping him and to just take it. Finally, he'll settle in to really have his way with you... turning your once treasured joy sack into an unbearably painful chew toy. Not hard enough to break skin, mind you, or to do permanent damage. But I imagine you'll be amazed to find out how much pressure your testicals can take without popping. I know my panthers were. And unlike them, you'll never need to be gagged. After all, you wouldn't want to wake up all those sleeping free people with your petty problems, would you? That said, due to my good nature I'll allow myself to feel the smallest bit of pity for you and share with you a trick one of my boys found out. While your sack is being squeeze in his unmerciful, vice-like jaws, if you manage to bring him to climax there's a fairly good chance that he'll get distracted and stop. Of course, while shooting is the only time that he's been known to lose focus to the point where he might actually break skin... I'll leave it up to you to decide whether or not it's worth the risk of castration. Plus, there's a number of other tricks he has in store for you. I had plenty of time to train him for your benefit. Though, there's no reason to ruin all the surprise all up front, of course. What I will say is, don't be taken aback when he looks at you any time he finds out that the door to go outside is shut and he needs to piss. Don't worry -- he's not going to try and get you to open the door for him."

Spirit thoroughly crushed, tears poured down Bitch's face as he was skewered from both ends by the two Masters. Tom had so much he wanted to say, he felt like bursting from frustration. The rabbit wanted to beg, to curse, to threaten, to negotiate, or even to surrender and ask for mercy. Of everything that Master Daon and Doctor Stone had done to him, rendering him forever voiceless was in Bitch's opinion by far the most cruel. It was one thing to be ignored -- but this was different. Tom almost felt like everything these people did to him was done through his own silent consent. That he was somehow complicit in his own degradation.

In the many years that Tom had been a slave trainer, he'd stopped several new facility employees from ruining a slave through their own ignorance regarding how much a body can take before it gets permanently damaged. Even worse, he'd seen firsthand what happens when someone wasn't around to stop a new trainer or a overly excited novice Master. Disfigurement. Castration. Death. And in several of the close-calls, the only reason he'd been able to intervene in time was because the slave had been loudly crying out for attention, to anyone close enough to hear. Bitch would never have that option. Someone could be slowly torturing him to death just a room over from a group of unaware people, and there'd be nothing he'd be able to do to alert anyone who might care enough about his wellbeing to act to keep him in one piece. It was more than just a chilling idea to Tom. At this point in his life, he was plain scared at the thought of what his future might hold.

"Though... I suppose you might be able to convince me to spare your balls from the worst of Feral's mauling. He's an incredibly intelligent animal who is trained to unquestioningly obey my orders, so it would be a simple matter for me to adjust his behavior. Not that you'd understand anything about cleverness or loyalty. Well, what do you say, Bitch? Are you willing to do exactly as I say so that Feral merely gums and licks at your sack gently, rather than treating it like his personal squeak toy? Look up at me and blink three times in a row if we have an accord."

Looking up with desperate, tear-soaked eyes, Tom tried to find empathy or mercy in Master Mason's face. Finding none, Bitch infered from what he knew of the boar that the offer on the table was to trade pain for humiliation. Faced with the prospect of spending countless nights silently screaming in agony as Feral joyfully inflicted unimaginable pain on him made the decision easier for the bunny than he cared to admit. His expression of resignation and distrust would have been clear as day to spot if his mouth wasn't still being rammed with a generously sized helping of boar meat. From Mason's perspective, all he could see was a wet-eyed dog-whore, blinking at him three times.

"Superb. I recall in one of your recent emails that you lauded missy's talents as it pertained to rimming. You even went so far as to contemplate recommending to Daon that he might ask the slut to perform that delightful service. Well, since you won't be recommending anything to anyone ever again, I feel that you should take it upon yourself to prove to the bear how great a tongue can feel on a man's backside. Next time Daon goes down on missy's balls while you're in the room, you're going to surprise him by making his ass feel so good he'll think he wonder if he might just be a bottom after all. Understand me, Bitch? And actually, go ahead and do this for the next ten times you have access to between his cheeks. If he stops you, fine, but I want him to get the chance to get into the habit of enjoying this type of attention, in case he finds he has a liking for it and wants you to carry on with it indefinitely. Furthermore, from this point going forward, whenever he inquires as to whether you are sorry for what you did, and wants you to confirm and acknowledge your guilt, your answer will be an impossible-to-misinterpret yes on both counts. To clarify: You feel terrible for what you did, and you're happy to make it up to him however he likes. Even if that means giving him a rimjob every day for the rest of your miserable life. Keep in mind that I'll be reviewing the tape later, so you better treat his hole like it's the most delicious delicacy you've ever had the privilege to taste. I want your face so far between his cheeks that I won't be able to tell where you end and he begins. Oh yes, and if he asks you if this was your idea, you'll provide the appropriate response, won't you? Do these things, and you won't have to constantly worry that every time you fall asleep that you'll be woken up by two walls of teeth slowly squeezing the life out of your testicals. Fail, and your eggs will be spending an unfortunate amount of time feeling like they are going through a meat grinder over the next few years, with no one besides the two of us knowing what you're going through. You may kiss my sack to let me know that you agree to my terms."

With his terms clearly outlined, Master Mason pulled out of Bitch's mouth and brought his hips up slightly, granting the rabbit easier access to the lightly furred scrotum. 'The one thing I swore I would never do, help Daon get off, and all it took to make my resolve crack was a single threat. I'm truly pathetic.', Tom thought as he placed a small peck right at the bottom of the boar's sack.

"That was a disappointing effort, cunt. Now you'll have to make it up to me by kissing Daon's feet after you're done rimming him. Would you like to press your luck further?" Wincing at the words, Bitch began thoroughly tonguing the Master's jewels, while making sure to keep plenty of lip-to-sack contact so the boar couldn't accuse him of not actually kissing the balls. Tom had the distinct impression that the cruel dominant would love nothing more than to punish him on a technicality.

Behind him, the impossible to ignore wolf-dog humping had increased in enthusiasm, to the point that Bitch was feeling his Master's fully grown knot pressing up against his sphincter. Frustrated at the resistance he was feeling, Feral used his full strength to batter down the ring of muscles that was preventing him from fully entering and tying his Bitch. To Tom, this felt akin to what he imagined fisting would feel like, still unused to the unreasonable girth of the dog's knot. But for Feral, the effort finally paid off as the dog embedded himself into the passive recipient, which forced Bitch to relive memories of their first time together as Doctor Stone took picture after picture of the bunny's exaggerated facial contortions.

"Okay, that's enough, Bitch. You've convinced me that you understand your place. Now, take my stalk back in your mouth and get ready to swallow my load. I'm sure you're familiar with the phrase 'suck like there's a promotion in it for you'? Well, in this case I'm happy to collect after the fact. Also, look up here, slut. I want uninterrupted eye contact from you as you slurp down my jizz. And I better see gratitude in your expression. With the huge amount of dog cum you'll be swallowing over the next few years, you should considering tasting my cream as a rare, delectable treat."

Too terrified of the price for disobedience, Bitch looked up at the remorseless gaze of Master Mason as he was seeded from both ends.

---

Finally, the meeting had drawn to a close as the various business men excused themselves to enjoy their delayed lunch. They'd invited Daon to join them, but the bear politely declined, citing other pressing matters requiring his attention.

The moment the Master was left alone with his slave, he practically dragged Edwin out from under the table by the arms. And though the slave had a burning desire to inquire about his father, before the wolf could even get a word out he was roughly turned around and made to lean over the desk, chest pressing against various papers and folders.

No words were spoken as Daddy got right to business, eager to reach a satisfying conclusion to the over two hours of teasing he received from missy's hands and mouth. In a flash, half a foot of bear cock was forcefully driven into her ass, only slickened by the strands of saliva that still coated the ponderous length.

"Ahh! Daddy -- please!"

"Shhh, darling. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get to enjoy every inch, just like I know you want. You've earned it, babe." Pinned to the table, Edwin could only hope that that the brutal plow would be over quickly, as his ass stretched obscenely to accommodate the Master. Instead, the fucking went on and on, as Daon tried to make the moment stretch out as long as he could. Each time the bear neared climax, he slowed down to a halt, letting himself cool down somewhat before returning to his previous frantic pace.

Over time, missy gradually adjusted to the unreasonably sized cock, until she felt her own chastised cock begin to firm up in its prison-like home. Part of her was glad that the bear couldn't see how turned she was by the non-consensual act, but another part recalled what the Master had told her the first time they met, days ago: 'Out of sight, out of mind'. If the selfish dominant was never confronted with the undue suffering that was the outcome of his cruel decision to only grant the wolf a very infrequent orgasm, he'd never rethink the position. Worse yet, Edwin realized that between the obligatory upbeat journal entries he would soon be made to write and the fake orgasms he'd be moaning out each night, Master Daon would be practically patting himself on the back for keeping his little girl in such high spirits.

Just then, the bear interrupted his submissive's pity-party by flipper her around and onto her back so that she was looking up at him, still fully impaled on his erection. Leaning over so that his face was inches away from the wolf's, Daon placed his hands palm down on either side of missy's head and asked "Do you want to cum today, my pet?"

Not sure whether his Master meant a fake, girly orgasm or a genuine, and badly needed, boy climax, Edwin couldn't help but answer with an overly enthusiastic "Yes, Daddy! Please!"

"You'll have to follow through with your word -- you understand that, right? You'll have to give yourself to me, of your own free will, in front of everyone. Do you still want to go through with it?"

Edwin didn't like the sound of 'in front of everyone' in the slightest, but he was too close to achieving what he'd been so desperate for that he ignored the small voice of warning in the back of his head. "Anything for you, Daddy!"

"More than anything, sweetie. Everything. You'll have to give me everything. I can't stand the thought of not possessing you fully. You're too special to me. The only reason I can grudgingly accept the thought of your boys parts swinging around, free of their home, is because you'll be giving that cock and those balls to me, tonight. I had intended to simply ignore them until you realized they weren't worth the effort anymore and asked me to have them removed for you, but if your underdeveloped sack is occasionally getting juiced, it seems unlikely that you'll reach that common-sense conclusion . So instead, each month you'll have to work as hard as you can to prove to me how much you love me. And you know how you can prove that to me, missy?"

"How Daddy?"

"By teasing Daddy's cock as much as you can, just as you just spent the last couple hours doing. And by my cock, I mean the cock that use to belong to you. I want you to help me work that dick over each and every day to its breaking point, until its weeping tears of precum. Can you help me do that, love? If not, that's okay, too, honey. We'll just call this whole thing off. I'll even put you back in the old chastity device -- no more constant teasing. Won't that be nice? It will be just like I told you that first day. No more erections, no more jerking off, no more spewing. We won't even talk about it anymore. And if one day you decide you want me to have Doctor Stone take care of it for you, will just zip over to the hospital and you'll be free of those troublesome bits before you know it. I'll even take you out for ice-cream, after."

"Daddy... no... please! I want to keep them!"

"That's disappointing to hear, missy, but very well. In that case, you'll have to give that cock of yours over to me. And starting tomorrow, you and I are going to put our heads together and think of ways to keep that little dicklet of mine constantly oozing pre. And if I don't think it's getting the attention it deserves, then it's going to be a very, very long time before those two little nuggets get to do anything other than enjoy a daily tongue bath. Do I make myself clear, missy?"

Daon was being far too vague for Edwin to have even the foggiest clue what the Master was talking about, but one thing was obvious: If he didn't agree to the man's terms, he'd never get to cum again. "Yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy."

"You are very welcome, dove. Now, I don't want to shoot before tonight's event, so how about you hop off the table and lick me clean, so I can finish the preparations?"

"Yes Daddy. But... Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"That man who was in here earlier... the wolf... do you know him?"

"You could see those folks from all the way under the desk? Well, anyway, yes, I do recall one of those men being a wolf. What of it?"

"I think... maybe, he was my father, Daddy."

"Truly? That seems very unlikely, love. Are you sure?"

"Maybe... yes? I believe so, I mean."

"You don't sound very confident on that point, missy. But, if so, that was very well behaved of you to stay put. I'll be looking into the matter further, as well. Have no fear of that."

"Could I talk with him? Please?"

"Maybe in a few months, if you're good. And by good, I mean you that you'll need to have been so well behaved that you earn each month's climax, without fail. You better hit the ground running tomorrow, dear. Not to mention, I better see a stellar performance from you tonight, when you give yourself to me. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes, sir. Daddy?"

"Hmm?" the bear vocalized again, this time with an edge of impatient irritation.

'Since I've clearly given up on pride or dignity at this point, it couldn't hurt to butter him up some.' the slave thought. "I love you, Daddy."

"Then tonight should go very smoothly, darling. Now, your mouth has more important things to do than prattle on. Get Daddy clean, and put his pride back into his pants. After you've drained my bladder, that is."

Making sure to keep her voice demure and compliant, missy said "Yes, Daddy."

---

Hours later, Edwin again found himself in the what appeared to be the same limousine that had originally brought him to his unfortunate new home. And, just like before, it was once again driven by the youthful looking Doberman who, just like last time, couldn't seem to keep his eyes off the wolf in the rearview mirror. Not that the slave could blame him. Daddy had dressed him up in a sleek, expensive looking black nightgown that sparkled subtly in the light. Making matters worse, for the first time the bear had decided to fit the slave with a pair of strap-on breasts underneath his clothing that helped to fill out the dress, along with high heels, small snap-on gold earrings, silver necklace, and makeup -- including red lipstick. In other words, Edwin could understand why the dog might be curious. The only good news so far was that Daon had removed the chastity before they got into the car. Though, embarrassingly, the wolf couldn't seem to keep his arousal down, which caused a very noticeable and out-of-place bulge in the crotch of the feminine form-fitting dress.

As for the large bear himself, he wore a simple tailored tux. Edwin realized that to the dog, the two of them must appear to look like an almost picturesque couple, going out for a night on the town.

Missy had tried asking her owner where they were going, but the man had only responded with a smile before gently massaging her balls through the frabric of her dress. If asking the bear once earned her a gentle squeezing for the duration of the car ride, she didn't want to chance what asking a second time would bring.

After what felt like over half an hour later, they finally pulled into a parking lot behind a large building. And as they drove past some signage, the wolf finally got a look at their destination: 'Lucient Hall'. Edwin remembered going to this place as a kid, during its opening ceremony. It was the auditorium that was built with his family's name, since its construction was made possible due to a generous donation from his father. The slave began to feel extremely nervous as he recalled his Master's words. 'In front of everyone'.

Delaying or reconsidering wasn't an option for the submissive though, as she was hurried through the building's back doors and into the facility, leaving the perplexed looking Doberman in the car.

Linking his arm around the wolf's, the bear hurried missy through several hallways while saying "Listen closely, missy. There's going to be a teleprompter in front of the stage. Everything in blue text, you read. Everything in orange text, you do. Be sincere, give it your all, and break a leg. This is going to be your last chance to cum for a few weeks, so you should try your best to enjoy yourself. I'll be just a few feet away, so don't worry. And, out you go! You're on!"

Wide-eyed, missy barely had time to realized that they'd reached the backstage before she was literally thrust out from behind the curtain and onto the main stage -- front and center. 'What!? No! I have no fucking idea what I'm even supposed to be doing here!'

But it was far too late to change her mind. Stretching out in front of the wolf was a wide well-lit stage -- almost overly bright with a strong spotlight pointing directly at her. As missy looked around wildly in all directions, an unexpected bout of clapping filled the auditorium. Feeling her mind grind to a halt in terror, the stage-frightened submissive felt a massive attack of butterflies assault her stomach. 'A crowd!? I could hardly get through a monologue in my high school drama class! And that was only a couple dozen students... it sounds like there are hundreds of people out there!'

In stark contrast to the brightly lit stage, the seated portion of the hall was still shrouded in darkness so the wolf had no idea exactly how many people were out there, staring at her dolled up appearance. But from the volume of the clapping, it was a lot. 'They're all looking at me... seeing me like... what did I agree to...!'

Just a bit beyond the edge of the stage, which was several meters in front of him, Edwin spotted the teleprompt machine's display. On it, in orange letters large enough for him to see, were the words 'WALK TO CENTER OF STAGE'. Hearing the crowd's applause beginning to slowly die down, the wolf quickly made his way to the area indicated by the device.

Once there, missy noticed a microphone lower from the ceiling, similar to one you'd expect to see an announcer speaking into at the a boxing match. A few seconds later, it stopped its controlled descent a foot or so away from the wolf's face. Keeping an eye on the prompter, Edwin spotted blue text beginning to scroll, and forced himself to read along, trying hard not to sound as shaken as he felt as his voice echoed loudly across the filled hall.

"Hello, and thank you all for coming. My name is Edwin, and recently my life changed. At times it has been very difficult, to say the least. But due to my own strength of character and the assistance of many people's assistance, who I'd like to express my sincere gratitude to, I've become the person I am today. Tonight, I'd like you to join me as I take another big step on my path of discovering my true identity."

In response to these words, the thunderous applause returned. While the crowd expressed their ardent support for the feminized wolf, the teleprompter again filled with orange text. 'UNZIP FRONT OF DRESS TO STOMACH'

At first, Edwin's mind refused to process the letters, and they just appeared to be meaningless text. But slowly, realization dawned on the youth at what he was being told to do. 'If I let myself think about it, I won't do it. If I don't do it, things far worse than getting embarrassed will happen to me.'

Turning her body on autopilot, missy crouched down and grab the zipper placed at the center-bottom of her black gown, before slowly pulling it up. The slave didn't allow himself to acknowledge the fact that he wasn't wearing anything under the dress. Just as he didn't let himself recognize that his crotch was now fully visible to the crowd. Even the dangling microphone didn't obstruct the view, hovering a few inches above the top of missy's head. And while the intense shame and horror at what was happening had done wonders to shrink Edwin's erection, there were still a couple of inches of red flesh poking out from his sheathe.

'JERK OFF - GET COMPLETELY HARD'

As if acting without Edwin's conscious intent, his right hand moved up to playfully work on the two exposed inches, fingers teasing the flesh until the rest of the nineteen year old's cock gradually appeared. The applause grew to near deafening levels as the wolf began stroking himself for the audiences pleasure. At last, blue text again drifted across the prompt's display.

"A few days ago, I met my dear Daon. And even though we've only been together a short time, I can already say, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is the love of my life. It is he who gave me the courage to stand before you today on this stage, and proudly exclaim without shame or regret that I want nothing more than to give myself to him, if he'll have me. Daon, from today until the day I die, I am yours -- mind, body, and soul. I ask... no, beg you to take me in front of all these people, so there can be no doubt in anyone's mind that you own me completely."

A brief moment later, Edwin saw Master Daon enter from the left side of the stage. He walked slowly but confidently towards his slave, until he stopped a foot away.

'UNZIP HIS PANTS ONLY USING TEETH'

As he kneeled to obey, missy could no longer deny her actions. With tremendous, all-encompassing shame, she forced herself to follow through with the command. 'I can't go back now... I'm too far in' she justified to herself.

It took a few tries, but in the end the wolf succeeded in pulling down the zipper as far as it would go. Predictably, ten very long inches of bear cock sprung out from behind the fabric, released from its cloth restraint. Again, the outrageously inappropriate blue text began to appear.

"Love, please make use of my mouth. If you need to relieve yourself, I ask that claim me as yours by allowing me to serve as your toilet."

'OPEN MOUTH AND SWALLOW'

The moment the first splash of urine struck his tongue, the clapping began again, as loud as ever. With the tip of Daon's cock a few inches from his open muzzle, Edwin realized that the entire audience could easily see the stream travel through the air until it landed in his mouth, where it was then submissively consumed. Later, he'd be unable to recall for exactly how long this portion of his disgracing lasted, but it seemed like an eternity.

'KISS COCK TIP THEN SUCK'

Missy felt the last drop of piss hanging from Daddy's cock moisten her lips as she proved her devotion to the countless unseen people by committing the deeply intimate act of kissing the organ that had just finished bathing her tongue and filling her stomach with bitter piss. She then spent the next four or five minutes sucking and licking the dominant's meat before the text appeared again.

Pulling the large cock out of her mouth, she read aloud "Thank you, my true love. If you'd accept someone as unworthy as myself into your life, please, take possession of me here, tonight, so that these witnesses can see that you are my one true Master."

'STAND UP - FACE TOWARDS AUDIENCE - SPREAD LEGS'

The moment she was in position, missy felt her Master's hurriedly pull up the second zipper at the bottom-rear of the dress, until her ass was exposed. Seconds later, a familiar firmness forced its way into her rear, as the bear began pushing every inch of his pride into his slave. Edwin couldn't help but let out a small grunt, which the mic picked up and broadcast across the entire hall, further humiliating the wolf.

For several minutes the wolf looked without focus into the darkness that lay beyond the edge of the stage. During this time his cock wagged lewdly back and forth as the bear's thrusts transformed his erection into a barometer for how hard he was getting pounded. In addition, Master Daon took this time to let his hands wander over every inch of his missy's body, with the sole exception of the slave's cock. Even her fake breasts and nipples were tweaked and played with.

After over fifteen minutes of this, the bear spoke for the first time on the stage, whispering quietly into missy's ear "I'm about to cum. When I do, we're done here and your cock goes back into its cage. If you want to cum, prove it to me using the microphone. No teleprompter this time -- just say anything that comes to mind. I suggest you try as hard as you can to convince me to let you spew in front of all these people. It would be a pity if after everything you went through tonight you didn't get to squirt in the end."

Pride already long abandoned, missy set to herself to the challenge.

"Thank you everyone for coming out tonight! Missy understands how valuable your time is, and can't overstate her gratitude that you'd come to watch her accept her new life! Daddy, thank you too! You're the perfect man, and I love you so much! Please -- fuck me harder, Daddy! That way I know you'll always be there for me! Your huge cock feels so good in my sloppy cunt! Everyone -- look at how my wonderful Daddy is fucking me! See how he's making my girly dicklet bounce around?"

On and on Master Daon let his slave continue to debase herself, until finally he reached around with both hands -- his left firmly gripping the wolf's fully enlarged knot while his right squeezed the shaft of missy's cock, almost painfully tight before he started to aggressively stroke the six inch member.

"I want you to enjoy this, missy. This will be the last time you get to cum with your own cock, because after today, it belongs to me, and you and I are going to make sure that from now on it gets put to work for my pleasure. Now, cum for Daddy. These nice folks came out to see you, so they deserve a good show. Let them see how much you love getting fucked by your new Master."

As the chain reaction that would usher in the most intense climax of his life began to sweep over Edwin, he almost felt as if he were having an out of body experience. In his mind he saw himself on the stage, in the center of the spotlight in a building built with his father's money, dressed in an expensive gown and jewelry that was entirely feminine. Ruining the illusion was half a foot of wolf cock, jutting out from his crotch, which was impossible-to-miss despite being mostly obscured by the outsized bear paw jerking the erection. The owner of that hand was none other than the man who now owned him, and who was slowly forcing the slave's gender role from firmly masculine to a distinctly uncomfortable grey area. Worse yet, the bear had clearly signaled his intentions to consistently push Edwin further from 'he' and closer to 'she', all the while entirely at ease with his own manliness. The wolf saw himself getting rammed repeatedly by this paragon of maleness, whose ten inch 'pride' left no doubt to the countless eyes watching the couple who was to be the man in their relationship.

Daon moaning into the wolf's ear while squeezing even harder with both hands was the last thing Edwin noticed before his mind went white hot with indescribable pleasure. It was the moment he had fought so hard for -- sacrificed so much for it -- and in that shining moment it was glorious. While the wolf's eyes screwed shut in bliss, anyone sitting in front of him would have seen copious amounts of cum shoot out from his cock in a seemingly unending series of streams.

At the same time, missy's Daddy started seeding his property's ass, claiming that which he considered to have been given freely. And for the bear, that made all the difference in the world. No longer did he have that nagging voice in the back of his head that was he was doing was wrong or immoral. The breathtaking wolf that he was buried in, held firmly with both hands, was undeniably and irrevocably his. His to mold, train, and love. Was she perfect? Of course not. The mess she was making on the stage floor was proof enough of that. But just because she wasn't a cookie-cutter fit for his ideal woman didn't make her any less valuable. And if she insisted on keeping those unladylike parts between her legs, well then he'd just have to put them to use in guiding her towards the type of partner he was looking for. If she wanted to keep her cock and balls, then the rest of her body and personality was fair game, as far as the domineering Master was concerned. The bear let himself bask in his victory as he continued to roughly fuck his pet's ass, creaming her more with each thrust.

But past the edge of the stage, sitting inside the dense darkness that shrouded the hall's seating area, another person formed their own opinion as they watched the spectacle unfolding in the spotlight.

Many rows back in the center of the empty auditorium, Mason sat with small device that controlled the room's sound system. From his vantage point he scrutinized the slave who, despite having no real control over his life anymore, had managed to defy the boar by obtaining the orgasm the Master had forbidden him.

Speaking softly to himself, the displeased man muttered "You're put together so beautifully, Missy, I can hardly see the strings. Makes it a bit of a shame that you didn't come out how you were suppose to. But don't worry... there's one act left before the final curtain. I don't think you'll be able to redeem yourself by then, but you'll serve my purposes just fine, my little puppet, before it's time to box you up and put you away for good. I suppose I never was very good at sharing my toys."