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"Hey, bitch. Naptime's over."

Zack opened his eyes. He still couldn't see anything, but he opened them anyway.

He hoped for a second he'd been dreaming, the same as when he'd woken every time over the last week. Sometimes he could barely tell the difference. Every day seemed like a nightmare, a never-ending stream of "training" and forced sex. There wasn't a single second Zack was allowed to think of anything else. His hands were mitted and cuffed at all times, usually hooked to his collar and forced up and begging. His "masters" dressed him a harness, too, pressed tight against his fur, and he blushed when he caught himself thinking how comfortable it was.

The piercings were worse, much worse, and they still stung whenever Jet or Cole played with them. Worst of all was the one on his cock, the one hooked to a ring behind his balls that kept his cock tucked firmly down and out of the way. He wasn't even allowed the simple pleasure of release, not once in all the time he'd been here. For every blowjob that he gave, for every fucking he received, all he got in return was an aching cock.

And at night, he slept in a cage; or if his masters felt his performance that day had been good, they'd let him sleep at the foot of the bed, bound, gagged, and plugged, after they were done using him for the night, and he dreamed about being fucked almost as often as he dreamed about escaping.

"If you don't wake up, slut, I'm tossing your breakfast out."

Breakfast? Zack turned his head up. He hadn't had real food in... since he got here. Just gruel. And cum. There was always cum, and he realized by now he barely even noticed the taste. Once or twice they'd made him lick their plates clean after dinner, and he blushed to think that he'd enjoyed it for the taste of real food.

His stomach growled, and the otter felt a little whimper build up in his throat. He moved his arms experimentally; they tugged at the cuffs on his ankles. Still bound, arms stuck by his sides and legs folded into a kneeling position. He'd fallen over sometime in the night, and now he rocked back and forth as he tried to get back up. He was awake, he was awake, and the drool dripping from his mouth and his muffled groans let Jet know and he was trying to say something around the cock gag in his muzzle.

"Good boy. We thought you deserved a treat after last night, so Cole fried you up a little something."

Zack felt a tug and the heavy leather blindfold was pulled away. Jet was naked; neither of them wore much of anything at home, and that was the only part of this he enjoyed. Both of them had bodies sculpted with hours and hours of sweat and effort, and next to them Zack's pudge made him look even softer than normal.

But more importantly, Jet was holding a plate, and on the plate was something the otter didn't think he'd ever enjoy seeing. Kippers, little orange-brown fish sliced in half from head to tail, and the otter didn't think he'd ever be so happy to see the cheap little things his parents used to eat.

There were a dozen of them on the ceramic plate and the shark grabbed one and dangled it in front of the otter's face. Zack swallowed, eyes fixed on the fish as Jet lowered it to the otter's nose and drew it back teasingly. He leaned forward without thinking. The otter hadn't even had his usual tasteless paste last night; he'd gone straight from the party to his punishment riding an arm length dildo all night, and when they'd finally let him nap this morning he'd fallen straight asleep, gag and all, and with the food in front of him he could barely think straight.

"Bet that smells good, huh?" The shark's grin spread from cheek to cheek as he pulled the dangling treat away and raised it to his own face. He popped the head of it into his mouth and bit half of it off, chewing slowly. "Not my favorite, but I bet you're just aching to get some of this in you, right?"

Zack couldn't help it anymore. He started to whimper and nodded as fast as he could, even though he knew it was exactly what the shark wanted from him, and a bass chuckle from Jet made him blush.

The shark slowly slid the other half of the fish into his mouth, licking his lips as he reached down to unbuckle the otter's gag. Even the grease on his fingers made Zack's mouth water when they passed by his nose, and by the time Jet was done taking the gag out his spit had made little tracks down his cheeks and neck. He barely even flinched when Jet leaned in and kissed him. He could taste the salt and grease on the shark's tongue, and Zack caught himself just as he started to kiss back.

Jet pulled away and laughed again. He took another fish from the plate, dragged it in front of Zack's pained expression... and dropped it on the floor. "There it is, slut. Go get it."

He wanted to say something, anything, but his lips just froze when he tried and his stomach sent pangs of hunger through his head. He shuffled his knees to the edge of the bed and looked down at the food staining the carpet, and he flinched when h leaned forward and tumbled off the bed heavily onto the floor at Jet's feet. It made his piercings sting, but he ignored it and scrambled up to his knees, eyes still fixed on the fish. He felt his ears burn as he bent down and grabbed it, ate it off the floor like an animal and when Jet set another one in front of him he felt a surge of gratitude rush through him, gratitude at being fed cheap food off the floor, and his head spun at the same time he felt his cock tug at his piercings.

"Want the rest of it, slut?"

He looked up, the shark's cock hanging over his head. Zack swallowed again.

"Y-yes." He paused for a second as the shark raised an eyebrow. "Sir. Yes, sir."

"Then let's see if last night made your muzzle any better."

The otter licked his lips and slowly rose up to kneeling. Jet's cock sat in front of him, half-hard, and Zack felt his own trapped cock start to tug at his piercings. His tongue flicked out without thinking, touched the end of his captor's huge shaft. There was a buzzing in his ears. As hungry and tired as he was, it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

"Hurry up, will you? If I have to make you do it, I'm going to eat the rest of these myself. Or maybe just toss 'em in the garbage."

That did it. He wrapped his lips around the end of Jet's member, swallowed the first few inches without even blinking. It was only when the tip started to push at the back of his throat that he pulled back. He could barely fit his muzzle around Jet's cock; getting it down his throat wasn't a challenge he enjoyed. But the bitter taste of the shark's musk lingered on his tongue, and after a minute of slowly working his jaws further and further down the shark's member he felt the stiffening shaft start to thrust forward and the shark's hands reached down and grabbed him by the ears.

He started to pant, the musk of Jet's crotch making his own cock start to twitch against his will, and he didn't mind nearly as much as he should have when he felt it start to spear down his throat, a bit at a time, and he swallowed convulsively and let his throat slide and ripple against the thick shaft.

"Ooh, yeah. Definitely better. Maybe we should just hook you up to that thing every night, slut."

Zack whimpered. Jet wasn't serious, was he? Zack felt he'd barely survived one night, and he felt a twist in his stomach that had nothing to do with the cock slowly working its way down his throat, and he lapped at Jet's cock as much as he could. He couldn't take another night of that, he just couldn't, and Jet grinned when Zack started to work the rest of the thick shaft in without even a cursory tug at the otter's ears.

The shark took his time, the otter's resistance mostly gone. The bitch's blowjobs still needed a lot of work, but spending a night with a cock in his maw had definitely helped. And the whimpers coming from around his dick... Jet had to slow his little pet down to stop himself from blowing right there. There was something indescribably cute about watching a bitch almost choke around his cock, and doubly so when they did it without even needing to be forced. Slowly, he let go of the otter's head, and his smile grew when the otter didn't stop. Jet bet he hadn't even noticed. Eventually the bitch would be so focused on cock that he wouldn't need threats or treats to get him to do this; of course, there was something especially fun about the way they struggled at first.

He decided he'd confuse his pet a little more. He moved his foot down between the otter's bound legs, towards that chastised and permanently soft cock, and ground down against the otter's groin. He felt a little wet spot. The bitch probably didn't notice that, either, but he was already leaking, already starting to love the taste of cock, and Jet felt the otter twitch and shudder at his touch, cock stiffening just slightly before the piercings pulled it up short and turned that pleasure into a sharp sting. That was the best part of it. Even when their new toy learned to enjoy all the pain and denial they had in store for him, he'd still be constantly aching and unsatisfied. Thinking about how their little pet's cock would eventually drip and ache almost constantly while serving them, orgasm after orgasm denied, made Jet's cock pulse and he rubbed the tip of the otter's cock until he heard the bitch start to whimper around his shaft. The rest of the morning was going to be a good one. For the shark, at least.

Finally, after ten minutes or so of fucking the otter's muzzle raw, of the warmth around his cock and the tingling ripples up his shaft as the otter massaged it like his life depended on it, of him teasing the bitch's little cocklet, he grabbed the otter's head one more time and hilted, cum exploding into his toy's waiting mouth.

"My dick had better be clean when it comes out, slut."

He loved the look in the otter's eyes when he said that, the way they jumped and looked down at the floor. It'd been way too long since he and Cole had picked up a new pet.

He pulled back slowly, feeling the little guy's tongue and cheeks work around the end of his cock. A glob of cum still clung to the top of it when he was done, and he saw the slut's eyes flick towards his cock. The whimper that came after it made him smile. Cole might want to hurry up and train him, but Jet loved it when the bitch messed up simple things like that.

"Too bad for you, bitch." He knew what the otter was thinking, the way he kept twitching towards the plate of food Jet had set on the bed. He thought about how fun it would be to just watch the otter squirm if he started eating the rest of it. Maybe he could even get the slut to start begging for it by himself.

But Jet had other plans for the morning, and he reluctantly decided that the otter really did need something to eat. Half a plate of food wasn't much, but they didn't want to treat their pet too much and spoil him. This would be enough to keep him going until they feed him dinner.

He could see the relief in the otter's eyes when he dumped the rest of them on the floor and the little fish scattered over half the room, the burn in his cheeks as he slowly dragged himself across the floor. Jet forgot to untie the bitch first, but then again it was more fun to watch this way as he painfully lifted one shin off the floor after another, hands still locked behind him, and how the bitch blushed every time he bent down to nibble a bit of food from the floor. He'd get used to that over time, sadly, but then there were always more things to challenge the slut with...

When the otter finished the last fish, which had bounced under the bed and forced him to balance on the tip of his knees to reach, Jet finally reached down to unclip the slut's wrists from his ankles and tied a leash to his collar.

"Heel, bitch. We've got a special treat for you this morning." Jet's grin almost leapt off his face when he thought about what they had planned. "You might finally get a chance to cum today."

The otter's eyes widened, and Jet ruffled the fur on his head as the captive dutifully crept behind his master.

************

Zack licked his lips, still tasting Jet's cum as Jet led him into one of the playrooms in the basement. His masters hadn't let him touch his cock at all this week. Even when they played with him, they barely paid it any attention, unless it was part of a "punishment." He couldn't even get hard in his sleep, no matter how much he ached to cum, and his heart beat faster when he thought that they might finally unlock the piercing from his cock.

Sunlight streamed in from the recessed windows. Cole was already there waiting for them. There was a blue husky kneeling by him, hands bound, and the orca was busy working a rough leather muzzle tightly over his jaw. Zack felt a twinge of sympathy at the sight. Had the two of them found another pet to play with? And if they had, did that mean he was off the hook? Were they going to let him go?

Was he not good enough for them?

The otter shook his head. Maybe if they worked together they could both find a way to escape...

He felt a tug at his collar; Jet was signaling him to move towards the center of the room. There were a set of rings in the floor.

"Hands and knees, bitch."

The husky watched him as he shuffled towards the center of the room. The tiled floor was cold on his knees, and he felt the blood rush to his face when the dog's cock started to rise.

"Tail up, slut." He was still blushing as he hefted his tail above his head and Jet hooked it to his collar.

"What took you so long, Jet?" Cole was finally done forcing the muzzle over the blue dog's head, and he turned to face Jet. "Shouldn't take twenty minutes to feed the bitch breakfast. I had to pass the time with our guest here." He rubbed the bound husky's ears, who panted quietly and blushed. "He's got quite a mouth on him. Too bad it's not nearly as fun when he's talking."

Jet grinned. "Wonder if that's why he was left with us for a few days?" The shark nudged Zack with a foot. "Bitch, this is Parnell. You're going to get to know him and his cock pretty well over the next few hours."

Zack felt deflated as he watched the husky. The blue husky was in shape, slim and toned, and he could have put up some kind of fight if he wanted to, but the way he looked at Cole made Zack think he was used to this kind of treatment. He was calm, tail wagging slowly, and Zack shivered. Was he going to end up like that eventually?

"Speaking of guests, aren't we missing someone?" Jet leaned down. He grabbed Zack's ankle, clipped the cuff to a short chain and tied it to the floor. He walked around to the other side of the otter, then the front, until Zack was locked down and immobile on the floor, ass towards the door.

"He's upstairs." Cole gave Parnell one last pat on the head. "Stay, pup. Don't move a muscle until I get back." The orca turned towards Jet and tapped his hand against his thigh. "Better go get him before he gets too sore. Can you get the bitch set up in the meantime?"

"Sure." Jet was behind him again. He could hear a light clink as something was placed on the floor, and Zack winced when the felt the shark's finger trace a line down his ass. His hole was still sore from last night and he gave a startled yip when that finger slipped in behind his ring. "You loosened up a bit, slut. Good."

Zack whined, an almost inaudible buzzing, and he tugged at the cuffs. The clinking metal made the husky's ears perk up, but he stayed motionless staring at the wall. Parnell's tail beat against the floor periodically, soft pats that echoed through the room.

Half a minute passed while Jet gently played with the otter's tightening pucker, sending little shivers down his spine and making his cock start to leak and leap. It pulled taut against his piercings, his shaft kept soft and useless, and the whine in his voice grew louder and louder.

"You like that slut, don't you?" The otter felt another finger invade his ass, another twist against his swollen prostate, and he stifled a moan. He couldn't give any sign that he enjoyed this, not in front of them. He settled for panting, for great, gasps of air that made his head spin, and when Jet finally stopped he couldn't stop himself for letting out a little whimper.

"Ha. Don't worry, slut. You're going to get plenty more of that later."

Zack felt the fingers reach down, touch against his swollen balls and cockhead and tug against the piercings. His heart thumped in his head. Jet said he was going to get a chance to cum. Was it now? He almost didn't dare to believe it. Not even when he felt his cock slip forward, not even when the shark's fingers ran over his balls and made him moan out loud, not even when he felt his cock finally, finally stand full to attention and when the shark's fingers rubbed behind the sensitive head he shuddered and thrust against the scant friction.

Then the pressure disappeared, the hand pulled away and he groaned.

"Please..." He couldn't stop himself. "Please let me cum."

The shark grinned. "And who are you begging to let you cum, little slut?"

"Master Jet. Please, Master Jet, let me cum!" A huge red stain spilled across his cheeks. The otter felt his cock throb, still dripping, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Parnell's shaft doing the same.

He tried again. "Please, sir, I really need to cum. You've been using me all week, and I can't take it anymore." His balls ached worse than ever, now that he'd been so close and denied again.

The shark just chuckled. "Hey, we haven't even started, slut. This week was nothing." Zack gasped as he felt the shark's hand against his cock again, and he thrust again- into nothing. "You're going to have to beg better than that if you want me to let you cum."

Zack felt a wave of panic wash over him. What could he say? What did they want to hear from him? "Please, I-I'll do anything you want. I'll..." His voice faltered. He didn't say that. He didn't mean to say that, but he felt Jet grip his aching, needy cock and he felt a wave of ecstasy wash over him as he was finally-

He gasped as he felt a cold sting against his member. "Not a bad offer, bitch. I think I'll take you up on it." Ice. Jet was pressing a bag of ice against his cock, and it sent an ache shuddering through him that made him whine. It wasn't fair! He was so close, just a few more seconds and it would have been over, and he felt like he wanted to cry. Instead he just closed his eyes and bit his lip as he tried to ignore the discomfort and stop from squirming around.

As worked up as he was, it took almost two minutes for him to soften again. Jet took a towel and calmly wiped off his cock and balls, and for a moment he was afraid that the shark would just lock him up again.

What happened was much worse. There was a prod at the head of his cock, smooth and cold, and he felt a slight tingle across his skin.

"This could sting a little, slut."

The fur on the back of his neck stood straight up. He thought about pulling away, but he didn't think the shark would take that very well, and he didn't want to feel another of their "punishments." What he had to go through normally was bad enough. He regretted it almost immediately when he felt the tip of the sounding rod slide in to his urethra.

"Aaah..."

He'd never felt anything like this before, and he would have been happy going his entire life without it. He tried to look down, but the chain hooking his collar to his tail stopped him from lowering his neck, and all he could see was a sadistic grin spreading across Jet's face. "Does that feel nice, bitch? Don't worry. You'll learn to enjoy it."

It burned, pins and needles running down the length of his shaft as the metal spread his cock wide. Jet took his time, and the otter felt every millimeter of the rod as it split him open in a place he'd never even considered. It kept going, further and further and further and Zack's toes curled and fists clenched when it hit the root of his cock. It wasn't big, it wasn't anything that made him want to scream, didn't hurt as much as even getting fucked did sometimes, but the strangeness of it made him blush and squirm. And at the same time, around the outside of his cock, he felt cold rings slip past and cage his cock in metal. The end of it was a metal cap, and he felt himself start to harden just as the cage was locked on with a click.

The otter started to whine. Didn't they promise that he could cum? How was he going to cum like this? But maybe the teasing just then had been the chance, and he'd already blown it, and Zack groaned just as he heard two pairs of footsteps click down the hall.

"Is that him?"

It was a new voice. Zack twisted around to see.

The voice came from another dog, golden-yellow across the shoulders and back with white running down the front. His mouth seemed to be turned upwards in a permanent grin, tail gently waving from side to side, and he stood naked except for a leather collar buckled onto his neck.

"He is really cute, Cole. Oh my god."

The orca slapped the dog on the shoulder and grinned as he met Zack's gaze. "Bitch, this is Kay. He's going to be helping us out today, along with Parnell."

The yellow dog bounced in front of him. Zack could see his cock, refreshingly normal-sized after Jet and Cole, stiffening in the dank air.

Kay grinned. "Nice to meet you. I'd shake hands, but I don't think that's going to work here."

Nice to...? Zack felt like he was being made fun of, somehow, but he barely cared. He lowered his head, refused to meet the dog's eyes. If Kay wanted to tease him, he couldn't do anything about it, but he wasn't going to give Kay the pleasure of seeing him react.

The dog paused, eyes fixed on Zack, and his head tilted to the side. He seemed puzzled, almost hurt that Zack didn't respond, and the otter gave a little sigh when he moved towards Parnell instead.

"And who's this puppy, huh? Is he a good boy?"

The husky's tail flickered sideways, and he turned towards Cole. The orca smiled and shook his head.

"Kay's here as our pet-sitter today. Jet and I need to go out and make a few... arrangements for later." The orca fixed Zack with a stare that made a lump grow in his throat, and he swallowed slowly. "We've been thinking you need a new look, bitch."

A new look? Zack felt his heart sink. They'd already given him one, hadn't they? He had piercings in places he didn't even realize they made piercings for, had his hair shaved to almost nothing, and he was dressed up like a doll everyday in whatever outfits the two perverted sadists could think up. What else were they going to do to him? Cole's toothy smirk didn't give anything away, except to confirm that anything that made the leather-bound orca that happy was going to make Zack proportionately miserable.

His eyes flicked around the room. Kay was still standing in front of Parnell and reaching down to scratch him behind the ears. The blue husky stayed still, eyes closed. Cole still hadn't told him he could move. Kay's muzzle hung open in a grin, and he didn't stop scratching until Jet's hand gripped his shoulder. The shark pulled Kay back, flicked a hand up over his shoulder, and Kay turned to follow after giving Parnell one last pat. They strode back in front of Zack, and the two of them stood looking down at the kneeling otter bound on the floor.

After last night, being stared at by strangers didn't have as much effect on him as it should have, but Zack still felt even more naked under their gaze.

"Kay didn't show up until almost midnight last night, and he was a little too drunk to get home. So we decided he owed us a favor for being late, and another one for renting a room from us." The dog shifted uncomfortably, tongue panting nervously. The shark smiled and tightened his grip. "Not counting the room we picked out for him to stay in."

There was a little twitch from the dog, his hands moving unconsciously to rub at his wrists. The fur was matted and torn, red skin almost showing, and his tail sunk quickly between his legs.

"It was. Um. Definitely more than I was expecting."

The shark bent down and whispered something into Kay's ear. Zack couldn't quite make out what it was, but the dog flinched away and blushed before turning back to look at the otter. The shark's paw moved up and massaged his neck, and his tail started to beat again. Kay turned his head up, nuzzled at the arm around his shoulders, and Jet winked at the dog when their eyes locked. "So do a good job for us, okay? Got the rules straight?"

"Uh huh. Sounds like fun."

"Good." Sharp teeth flashed in the light. "And if you mess up, you know what'll happen, right?"

The whimper this time came from the patched yellow dog, his hands gripping the fur at his thighs. But Zack couldn't miss the sharp red cock tip that peeked through his sheath, or the faint musk of the dog's pre that joined the other scents of arousal filling the room.

Cole tapped his foot against the floor, arms folded. "Hurry up, Jet. They'll be fine."

The shark shrugged. "Emergency number is upstairs on the fridge. Call it for anything other than an emergency and you'll be feeling it for a long time, pup."

"Yes, sir!" Kay gave a little salute as the two walked off, and turned to face the two bound slaves, a grin spreading across his face.

"So I'm in charge, huh?" A bass rumble started to build up in his throat, the undertones of a growl rising. "Well, I've got a lot of aggression to work out."

Toenails clicked against the hard floor, and Zack looked up to see the dog towering above him. Kay wasn't particularly tall, but it was still enough to cast a shadow over the bound and kneeling otter. He bent down and took a hold of the tag on Zack's collar, muzzle brushing against Zack's on the way down. The otter felt a little wave of hope rise in him. Kay didn't seem much like Jet or Cole. He seemed a lot more relaxed, and the way he acted around the otter's "Masters" made Zack hope the dog would have a little sympathy for him.

"Cumslut, huh? I think that's a good name for you. Your masters introduced me as Kay, but you can just call me 'sir' for the rest of today, cumslut." The dog's eyes hardened. "I don't have much time to spend with you, but trust me that you'll regret it if you don't treat me with as much respect as you treat your masters. There are a lot of unpleasant things I can do to you that won't take very much time at all."

The dog stood up, soft cock hanging just over Zack's nose. Zack could smell the musk from his cock, pent-up lust that even the most oblivious person would find difficult to ignore.

"Understand, cumslut?"

There went that idea. The dog seemed driven, almost desperate, and Zack nodded slowly and whimpered.

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

Zack's eyes followed Kay, head turning until his collar tugged as his neck, and Kay disappeared into his blind spot. He heard the dog mutter quietly to himself.

"Now how do I hook this up, huh?"

He heard a faint skitter on the floor, plastic bouncing against the concrete, and there was a faint touch at the metal encasing his cock. A mechanical whine hummed through the room, and suddenly there was a low tingle running through his dick.

"Aah..!"

He took a sharp breath. The dog chuckled.

"Looks like I got it right. First time feeling e-stim, cumslut?"

His whole cock was thrumming, and suddenly the feeling grew and grew and grew until his whole body felt like it was floating and he heard himself gasp in pleasure with one little corner of his mind. He didn't care how humiliated he felt; he could feel an orgasm building deep down in the root of his cock, and for one horrible, wrenching moment he felt grateful to Master Jet and Kay for setting this up.

And suddenly it stopped, all at once, and he whined helplessly.

"Sir, please..."

"Heh. It's going to be a lot harder than that to earn an orgasm, cumslut."

Zack couldn't do anything but squeeze his eyes shut and try again.

"But sir, it's been over a week, and-"

Snap.

There was a sharp sting on his rump and he yelped.

"Quiet, cumslut. A week's nothing." The dog paused, claws digging into the otter's tail. "There've been slaves who've gone months without cumming."

He whimpered again, and Zack felt the buzz inside his cock start up again. It was barely anything, just enough to make him crave more of it, and he felt himself start to melt away under the pleasure. He needed more of it, he needed it more than he'd ever needed anything before, now that he'd been so close, and he opened his mouth to beg again.

"Hey. Parnell. Puppy. Come here."

Zack's jaws snapped closed, and he turned his heard towards Parnell. The husky swiveled towards Kay, ears twitching. Slowly, with practiced ease, Parnell lowered himself onto all fours and crawled towards Kay.

"Good boy."

The two of them were behind him, and Zack turned to try to get a glimpse of what they were doing. He saw Kay lift a thick strap of leather to Parnell's head and tie it around the puppy's eyes. Kay tugged at it a few times, then reached down towards Parnell's groin and his view of the dog was blocked by his own tail.

There was a faint rustling, a loud whine as Parnell looked visibly pained, and Zack wondered what had happened.

Kay tapped Parnell on the nose. "Shh. Can't make this too easy for you, pup."

The floor was cold, and Zack turned back and forth to try to get a better view of his cock. While Kay was distracted, maybe he could find a way to break out of here. The keys. Where were the keys? What were the chances Jet left them with Kay instead of taking them himself? Maybe he could trick the dog into-

There was a buzz through his cock again. He tried to pull his hand towards his cock, and groaned as he felt his hand jerked back by the chain. Just a few seconds of contact, that's all it would take...

"Now, mount."

Zack lurched forward. A hundred and fifty pounds of dog had just climbed on him, and his arms almost gave out. He felt a cock touch the edge of his tailhole, mitted paws grab him by the shoulder and slip past clumsily, then skitter against the floor. Parnell was heavy, but he didn't notice. The buzz on his cock heated up again and he felt his knees tremble. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The metal rod inside him didn't ache anymore; he could barely feel it. All he could feel was the way it made him shake inside, and he felt his cock start to grow until it touched against the edges of the cage.

And at the same time, he felt Parnell's long, thick cock slide into him, slick and smooth, until it reached the knot. Zack grunted and pulled forward. The husky's cock wasn't anything like the size of Cole's, or even Jet's, but it was big enough. And the knot... the knot made him wince and shiver when it hit his ass, and slick as it was Parnell couldn't quite fit it in.

But he didn't really care, not when he finally felt something against his cock that was more than just a tease, and he could almost feel the days and days of torment start to fade into the background.

And again, just as he felt it start to push him over the edge, just as he felt it pull him up by the roots and felt the tide rush over his head, it stopped, and all he was left with was the full feeling of cock in his ass, and he clenched his eyes shut and whined.

"Shh, shh."

There was a touch on his forehead. Kay was standing in front of him, the yellow dog holding something in his left hand that looked suspiciously like a remote, tail beating back and forth like a pendulum and grinning like a kid on Christmas.

"You still want to cum, cumslut?"

The husky on his back was starting to build up a rhythm, now, starting to reach harder and deeper inside him, and every swing of his hips made the knot pound threateningly at his hole. It was the same odd pleasure he'd felt every day this week, the harsh rub against his prostate that sent him into quivers and fits.

"Well, bitch? 'No' works for me, too. I'll have a lot of fun playing with you for the next few hours just knowing how needy and desperate you're going to be all day, and how much you're going to be kicking yourself afterwards. Most masters aren't nice enough to give their pets a chance to cum after just a week, and I'm going to enjoy-"

"Yes! Yes! Please, I need to cum."

Kay grinned, and Zack felt himself blush. It was bad enough that Jet made him beg earlier. But this dog? Did it really take that little to make him beg?

"I dunno, cumslut. You don't sound nearly enthusiastic enough. And besides, what's in it for me? I'm only supposed to let one of you cum, and Parnell seems to be doing a pretty good job of taking care of himself."

Zack's head snapped up.

Kay spoke like he was tasting every word that passed through his lips. His smirk grew wider by the second. "See, both of you were told you'd get a chance to cum today, right? I guess the part Jet and Cole left me to tell you was that only one of you gets to cum."

Zack felt anger surge through him, almost enough to knock him out of his euphoric daze, before he just slumped back down, defeated. And at the same time, he heard an urgent whimper from Parnell, and he squeaked as the cock slammed against him faster and faster until it burned against the sides of his hole.

"Heh. At least one of you seems to want it. And Parnell's got his own form of 'encouragement.'" Kay flicked a switch on the black box in his hand, and Zack heard Parnell moan from above him. "Of course, if you don't, then I guess you won't mind what happens to the loser. I mean, you've been teased all week, haven't you? If that's all you can think of after a week, I guess you won't mind the extra two months in chastity you get if you're the one who doesn't cum."

Two... months? Two months. Two months of merciless teasing and painfully blocked erections. Two months of being fucked again and again and again, of "training" that left him aching and bruised every day, that left him aching to be filled even after he had cum dripping from his ass and down his chest. He hated it, and he hated that every day he spent locked and teased made him need it even more, and he didn't to think about what he'd be like if he was stuck like this for another two months.

He swallowed.

Kay reached down and stretched a hand under his chin. "So, cumslut, what do you have to say to that?"

"Please." He whined. He groaned. "Please, please, please, let me cum, sir. I'll do anything you say, I'll say anything you want, just let me cum!"

Kay stepped back. His sheath hung just above Zack's head, cock jutting out and pre glistening at the tip.

"Anything, huh? Let's start off simple. What are you, cumslut?"

He felt the weight of the husky on him, the warmth of the fur against his shivering body. His ring was sore after last night, and the husky's thick shift made him ache and drip from his bound cock. There was still a faint current running through him, and he couldn't help but moan at the feeling, just like he did every time he'd been fucked this week. He needed it so badly, he needed to cum so badly, just from being used and tossed away every day, and as much as he hated it he felt himself glow with pleasure.

And then he felt his tailhole widen and the husky's bulging knot slipped in, and his eyes rolled back as he screamed. "I'm a slut, sir! I'm a bitch!"

Kay reached down to his cock and pulled the sheath back. The knot was already starting to form. "So much of a bitch that even the other bitches can breed you, right?"

He felt his ears burn red.

"Yes, sir."

"So much of a bitch that you'll beg for more cock in you just for a chance to cum, right?"

Parnell's knot burned inside him, even after all the stretching he had received, and he clenched and spasmed around it while Parnell tried to push it even further inside him, his muscles giving way bit by bit to the massive intruder, and he groaned.

"Yes, sir! Please fuck me, sir!"

A grin split the dog's face. "Much better." Kay's dick was rock hard, red and leaking with pre, and Zack licked his lips. Parnell lay gasping on his back, body limp and shivering, tied with the otter. For a moment Zack felt his stomach drop- had the husky cum already? He hadn't felt it, but with the dog knotted in him, what else could have happened?

But he didn't have time to think about it when Kay grabbed his head and guided his nose up to the tip of his throbbing shaft. "Suck, bitch."

Zack's tongue crept out of his mouth and gave the tip of the dog's shaft a slow lick. It tasted stale and musky, thick with layers of pre and grease. And not a single hint of cum. The dog's balls were heavy and full, and he saw a faint hint of red through the pale yellow fur.

Then he gasped, the current in his cock heating up. Nowhere near where it was at first, but he felt his cock try to grow against the cage and let his lips slip around the end of his tormenter's engorged shaft.

"Getting the picture, huh? The better a job you do on my cock, the better a job I do on yours." There was a faint growl in the dog's voice. "But if I cum, Parnell wins. And I'm going to make things very, very uncomfortable for you. There are other settings on your little cage besides pleasure, and we've got a whole room full of toys to play with here. Ma-, I mean, Jet and Cole didn't give me any conditions except that you weren't damaged permanently. That's a lot of space for me to improvise in."

Kay's lips were pulled back, teeth bared in a snarl, and Zack whimpered around the dog's cock. He had to pleasure the dog without letting him cum? That was as simple as not trying.

Kay turned to look at the panting dog on top of the otter."And you, pup. Don't think you can trick me into thinking you've already cum. There's a sensor in the rubber sheath. So pull that knot out already, and get fucking."

The blue husky groaned and lifted himself off the otter's back. Slowly, painfully, the husky pulled back. Zack felt the swollen knot tug against the inside of his tail ring, and winced. He felt it stretching, tearing at his insides, and he clenched his paws inside his leather mitts as it came out with a wet squelch.

"Good boy."

Zack heard a hiss of air and the sound of a vibrator buzzing. It wasn't on him; Parnell must have had something in him as well. A plug, from the sound of it, and no doubt Kay controlled that as well.

All three of them were panting, the otter as he suckled at Kay's cock, Kay as he kept one hand on the controller, and Parnell as he thrust up to the knot again and again and again, and Zack's head spun from the sensations.

They fell into a rhythm, after a while. Kay kept his cock sunk deep into the otter's maw, tip bobbing in and out of the otter's throat, and Zack did his best to please the dog. And in return, the sensations were electric, his cock blissfully wrapped in a shaking, surging wave of pleasure that never seemed to stop. And at the same time, Parnell kept his pace steady and even, and the panting, drooling dog on his back hit every spot inside him that had been rubbed raw by the shark and orca's oversized members.

But he still couldn't cum. No matter how good it felt, there was an edge of pain to it whenever his cock tried to harden in the tiny metal cage, and Zack whimpered in desperation. Was this even possible? He redoubled his efforts, worked his cheeks and throat around the dog's member, and Kay whimpered and pulled out of the otter's mouth.

"Shit. Shit, that was close. You can't let me cum, remember?"

The dog flicked his fingers along the black box and the stimulation went back down, and Zack felt like screaming. Parnell didn't have the same problem. The dog pistoned in and out of his rump with a fervor that left the otter stinging and smarting. Whatever lube they used was starting to wear out.

Zack whined and nudged at the dog's cock again, blushing furiously. It was the only way this would ever end without getting him two more months locked away. "Please, sir, let me suck you again."

Kay nodded, eyes flicking towards something at the side of the room, and he let Zack take his cock back in his panting muzzle. The dog's cock pulsed on his tongue, the taste thick and strong, and every suckle and caress he gave was rewarded with a burst of pleasure through his own aching and soft member.

He was close. He felt it. Every half a minute he'd feel himself go right up to the edge of orgasm, right up to the point where he could feel his balls pull up and a sudden tenseness shoot through the root of his dick, and everything was magnified. If he could just keep this up, he'd cum.

And then he felt Parnell's knot crash through his tightened and dry ring, and he screamed.

Kay grinned. He reached a hand and patted the otter on the head.

"Looks like puppy's close to blowing his load. You better hurry up and cum, bitch."

"Mmph!"

He coughed around the cock in his mouth. This was too much. Parnell tugged the cock out again, with just as much force, and Zack suddenly realized the only reason Parnell had been holding back before was out of reluctance to hurt the otter. But apparently the husky's patience was wearing out, and every thrust know sent the dog's knot barreling through his winking pucker and deep into his gut.

Kay flicked another button on the remote, and Parnell let out a muffled howl. Panic shot through Zack's brain. No, no, no. He couldn't lose. He didn't think he could stand it. He tried to clench around the husky's knot as it pushed through his loose ring, he tried to thrust against the metal cage, he could feel his pre dripping down the sides of the cage onto the floor, but he couldn't cum. He was so close, so close, and he still couldn't cum.

And finally, he heard a loud buzz, and Parnell hilted him for the last time, and Zack felt his legs start to shake.

Kay shook his head and looked down at the otter, eyes twinkling.

"Looks like you lost, bitch."

Two months. Two months. He'd go crazy. He'd go crazy, he swore he would, and he barely noticed Parnell rip his knot out one more time and Kay coo over the husky, who yipped and panted happily in the background.

All he could think of was his dripping cock and his painfully aching balls. Two months. He whimpered.

"Hey, cumslut. Cheer up. We've still got a few hours left."

He turned to look up at the dog, who was holding a large plug in one hand and a leather hood in the other.

"You might not get to cum today, but we can still have a lot fun together."

He closed his eyes, head sinking slowly the floor, cock still leaking.

Two months.