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Turnabout is Fair Play Chapter 2: The Surprise

by Wolfhound Baxton

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The black wolf, Alex, whistled happily as he walked out to his car, the bright sun shining down on him and a welcome relief from the cold and corporate interior of the office. The black wolf turned the key to the trunk of his car and placed his briefcase in it carefully. He looked back up at the building and sighed. Ralph was still in there.

Ralph, Alex's overweight and luckless St. Bernard co-worker, ever the one to be left behind, had gotten behind on some of his paperwork and was busy putting in extra hours to get caught back up.

As usual, Alex had been forced to listen to a tiresome litany of complaints from Ralph today about his shoes, his hurting feet, how his tie would never be straight and how awful his life was. It was all Alex could do to feign sympathy but today he had snapped and told Ralph that he was a mess and that he really needed to change his attitude about life if he wanted to go anywhere. Alex wondered how Ralph even made it this far in life in his current state.

"It's fine," thought Alex as he sat into the driver's seat and closed the door before strapping himself in. "I have a beautiful obedient wife at home who keeps my house perfect. Someone like Ralph can never have all that I, a real man have: A woman, a nice house, true success, and the promise of a happy family and a full retirement on the way.

The thought of this bright future and his good fortune made him smile happily on the drive home, as he did every day. His nostrils whiffed, even inside his car, in anticipation at the scrumptious meal that was sure to await him when he arrived home.

Something though, struck Alex as he pulled into his driveway. There were a few clumps of grass in the yard. It had been cut to its usual standard yes, but there were grass clumps. This was something he had never seen before. It was so unusual. He hoped that everything was alright, but it looked as if his wife, Christina, had been lax in her duties today.

Alex got out of the car with a smile on his face, carrying himself as high as possible and moving to get his briefcase from the trunk. Something felt odd. Something was just wrong in the air, as if someone were watching him. Everything seemed normal: the sun, the birds, the trees, the house, but something was just out of place and threatening. The hair on his back bristled against his suit as he approached the door, cautiously. He had his usual smile on his face and confident gait in his walk, but something in him made him wonder if his familiar home would actually be on the other side of that door.

"Honey! I'm home!," shouted Alex as he flung the door back, but his wife was not there to greet him, only silence.

He sniffed lightly with his nose and growled almost inaudibly. There was the scent of a stranger in the house. One who did not belong.

Then he saw him. The hair on the back of the wolf's neck raised as he saw the stranger in his home, his ears flattened to his head and his eyes narrowed, lips curling up to bare his fangs in the most hideous of snarls.

"Who the hell are you!?" demanded Alex as he dropped his briefcase on the floor and approached the stranger cautiously.

"My name's Roger," said the stranger, an Australian dingo with a perfect masculine physique from top to bottom. Tall and broad-shouldered, his arms were thick with muscle. On his feet he wore a pair of motorcycle boots, his blue jeans tucked into the tops of them. Above that, he wore a leather jacket over a tight white undershirt and black leather gloves covered his paws. The jacket was zipped up part-way, making the dogtags the dingo wore around his neck easily visible. These tags and the military make of the jacket, designed for bomber crews at high altitudes, strongly suggested that the dingo was a veteran. His headfur was also cut short in a military haircut, complimented on each side by alert and erect pointed ears. He carried himself with supreme and total confidence, as if he owned wherever he stood just by the virtue of his being there. He was not someone you would want to mess with.

"I'm the man of the house here. I guess you must be Christina's... husband." said Roger, looking over the wolf with an expression of disdain similar to how one might look at a mangy dog. "She told me you'd be back soon."

The wolf growled and shook his head, pointing to the door with a clawed finger and shouting down the intruder. "You have twenty seconds to get your ass out there door before I call the police!"

"Oh Roger...," came Christina's voice from the kitchen. "Is everything alright out there?"

Christina emerged from the kitchen. The gray wolfess looked like a changed woman from what Alex was accustomed to. She had let her hair down in a long, relaxed hairstyle instead of her usual bun. More alarming was the fact that she was wearing pants, blue jeans at that. This was something shocking and unthinkable for women of this time. For her top, she wore a white cutoff t-shirt, showing her midriff and bellybutton.

Roger nuzzled her as she walked up beside him and gave her a light lick and kiss on the lips. "It's fine dear, just taking care of your husband's initial shock."

"Oh," said Christina as if it were no big deal, turning around and smiling coyly back at Roger, only sparing a split-second look of total disdain for her husband, the way one might look at a shabby beggar child. She pressed her rear back against the dingo's leg quickly and he grabbed her waist, giving a light thrust against her before they parted contact and she walked slowly towards the kitchen.

"Mmm," said Roger softly, quite pleased with this little exchange.

"I'll be in the living room watching TV if you need me dear," said Christina, obviously directed towards Roger.

Roger looked back at Alex disdainfully and shouted out to him. "The police huh? What's the matter, don't think you can take care of it yourself? Thought you were supposed to be a man..."

This was a direct and cutting insult. A man was supposed to be strong enough to defend his home, wife, and children from any intruders. Roger was marching about his home, flirting with and corrupting his wife as if he owned the place. That and this insult together represented a grave humiliation. Alex could very well involve the police as he threatened, and they would indeed restore his home and wife to him, but at a terrible price, for Alex would then be publicly known as a weakling, unable to defend his home without assistance. The social stigma he would face for this would be unbearable. This was an issue he had to solve by himself.

Alex took off his suit jacket and tossed it to the side, still snarling, undoing the top button of his collar as well and rolling up his sleeves. He made fists and took a boxing stance, closing in on Ralph.

"You're about to find out you son of a bitch," challenged Alex as he moved in forward. He took a couple swings at Roger, which the dingo easily dodged before lashing forward with a kick across the floor, stroking the wolf in the ankle and unbalancing and disorienting him before delivering a punch aimed at the wolf's jaw and neck, throwing him back and onto his back.

Alex struggled to get up, but Ralph moved on him too quickly, bringing up one of those heavy boots and bringing it down to stomp him directly on his balls, sending Alex back to the floor again, writhing in pain as the unbearable sensations shot throughout his body. As he wriggled on the floor, his tortured screams reached a high pitch unbecoming of the man of the house.

"Some man," remarked Roger sarcastically before spitting directly down onto Alex's face.

Infuriated, Alex struggled up, even still pinned down in such an awkward place, he sat on his rear with great effort, then lunged forward at Roger's legs with his fangs, only to be met by one of those leather-gloved fists, knocking him out cold.

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Alex opened his eyes, groaning deeply. His muscles ached in discomfort as he tried to look around. "Where am I?," he thought to himself. It was difficult for him to see. His head hurt from the blow he had taken and his vision was blurred and woozy still. The darkness of his surroundings further obscured his fate.

Alex blinked his eyes and looked around as they finally came into focus, adjusting the darkness. He could now tell by the smell that he was in his own basement, but something was odd. He noticed a series of iron bars in front of him. Certainly. he had nothing like this down here. He tried to stand up, but just grunted as his head hit a metal obstruction... the ceiling?? So short that he could not stand up? In truth, he had been sealed in a metal cage that had only been recently installed, by Roger no doubt.

Alex tried to scream for help, but found himself unable to for the rubber gag shoved in his muzzle and covered by a thick leather hood, unable to spit it out. The hood covered his entire head, save for his eyes and two holes at the front of the hood to allow him to breathe through his nostrils. It was so dark ... Alex stayed there in his cage in silence for a long time. How long? It would be difficult to say. It could have been several minutes, maybe an hour. Time seems to stretch or lose its meaning when one is alone and in darkness with no way to judge the passage of time.

Creak! A door opened, a sliver of light appeared high above where Alex could see, the door was opening and a shadowy figure could be seen there. Soft sounds of conversation could be heard. Alex recognized the voice of the strange man and the voice of his wife too as they shared a pleasant, flirty conversation. He couldn't hear their words, but he did hear their loving, flirtatious tones and this made him angry. He squirmed at his cage, trying to get at the bars and pull on them, only to find his hands locked in a pair of leather mitts.

The light switched on. Alex was able to see himself now and what a sorry state he was in. He was hooded. He felt the tight leather pressing against the skin on his head and saw it on top of his muzzle. He was otherwise naked except for a pair of paw-mitts and kneepads which mercifully shielded him from the full effect of the metal cage he was in. The cage itself was very small, barely large enough for the male wolf to turn around or lay down in. The basement was slightly different than the wolf was used to. There was the laundry equipment on one side, but on the other his downstairs office had been converted into some kind of dungeon or torture chamber with various complicated devices that filled the wolf with dreadful anticipation. There were benches to strap a prisoner down to, stocks and pillories, chains and racks of floggers and whips, and, perhaps most alarmingly, a large piston with a huge black dildo on it hooked up to a motor attached to the wall, stowed near the bench. A charming little bed with red sheets and pillows and added restraint points sat near the collection of dungeon toys.

"Seems the dog is awake!," came Roger's voice as the dingo descended the wooden steps, his loud boots making a heavy thumping noise as he made his way down. A feminine chuckle could be heard from upstairs, likely his wife, Christina. The whole scenario filled the wolf with a fiery rage that his eyes conveyed to the dingo as the swaggering male approached the cage.

The booted dingo, still in his heavy boots and leather jacket, unzipped his jeans and fished out his dick, aiming it at Alex's face as the dingo reached through the bars and leashed the wolf's collar, pulling his face against the bars forcefully and holding him taut as he reached through the cage with his other hand and grabbed his zipper, unzipping the mouthpiece and revealing that Alex had been forced into a ring-gag.

Alex struggled fruitlessly as the dingo relieved himself into his helpless muzzle. The wolf tried to growl but was forced to swallow the piss or choke. The dingo's arm was too strong for the wolf to resist. Roger spent a lot of his time weight training and his arms were immensely strong, rippling with muscle as befitting a true man.

Alex continued to struggle a bit, blinking once as a tear trickled from the corner of his blue eyes as he finally confronted the reality of his situation and the helplessness he found himself in. He swallowed, with difficulty, the entire contents of Roger's bladder, though some spilt in the floor.

Roger opened the door of the gave and tugged Alex out of his cage. "Come!," said the dingo. "And don't try anything dumb."

Alex cautiously tried to exit his cage, still mitted, hooded, collared, and gagged, and attempted to stand up.

Bzzt!!

A shock sent him back down on all fours and a horrible scream emitted from his throat, funneling through the ring gag on his face as he brought his useless mitts up to the collar on his neck, noting a large box on it. Roger had rigged the collar up to deliver a nasty electric shock to his neck.

Roger's thumb quickly left the small button on the box hanging from his belt and Alex collapsed, panting on the floor in relief from his pain.

Roger lifted one of his boots and rested it on the wolf's back, holding him down as he fumbled in his pocket for a cig and casually lit up.

"Let me explain a couple things to you about how its going to be now, boy," said Roger. "You're a dog now... You don't stand, you craw. You don't use your hands, you have paws. You don't talk, you bark. Doggie will do what he's told or he'll get the shocker. The cage is where you life now... as for everything else? Well. Your wife? She's my girl. She's real happy to have a masculine man who can take care of her now. It helps that my dick is twice as big as yours too. Your house? That's mine too. I'll be making myself at home here. And you? You're my slave. You do what me and my girl tell you and maybe we won't hurt you too hard. You go out and earn us cash, and when you get home you do all the housework too."

Alex's balled up his fists inside his paw mitts and emitted a deep growl from his throat, only to be followed by another shock from the collar on his neck.

Roger continued to hold Alex down by his boot and took a drag of his cigarette, idly flicking a glowing bit of ash to the concrete floor dangerously close to Alex's muzzle.

"But don't get too sad bitch," said Roger. "Even a good slave can earn rewards sometimes... a tasty snack, a cushion for your cage maybe. Be good and see what comes of it."

"Everything going ok down there sweetie?" said Christina as she walked down the stairs, smiling and looking at Roger, ignoring her husband for now as she walked over to her many lover. Her foot joined his boot on her husband, pressing his hooded face into the concrete floor as she wrapped an arm around the dingo and they shared a brief but passionate kiss.

"Mmm... He's showing some resistance for sure, but that's to be expected. Good we chose a weekend for this. That'll give us time to get him properly trained before he has to go back to work... Hmm, you got his cage ready dear?"

Alex huffed, his cage? weren't they already staying in front of it.

"Oh yeah," said Christina, giggling playfully between words. "It's nice since I did all the mail myself for Alex, he never noticed that I sent away for and got the little thing."

"Good girl... say, feel like testing out this new dungeon gear I got set up and take the bitch for a ride. What ya say girl?"

"Oh I'm up for that," said Christina as she shoved her sneakered foot down a bit harder on Alex's head, pushing him against the floor. "I've been wanting to do stuff like this for a long time. Alex is just so boring in bed!"

"Great," said Roger. "Let's see if the bitch can follow simple commands already without giving too much resistance. After all, I assume he doesn't want stomped and fried."

Christina let out a loud chortle at that and nodded, "Oh he's not quite as dumb as he looks. I'm sure he'll obey for now."

"Heel!," yelled Roger as he gave Alex's leash a little tug. Alex didn't move. He was not going to accept this. His manly pride wouldn't let him.

"Yelp!"

A nasty kick was delivered to his ribs, though it came from Christina rather than Roger.

"Bad dog!," yelled Christina.

"You're gettin' the hang of this dear," said Roger with a smile as he looked at his lover flicking some more ash off his cig with one hand and shocking Alex's neck with the other.

"Oh," said Christina. "It's always been in me, just waiting to burst out."

"Naughty girl," sald Roger, leaning over to give Christina's cheek a little lick before tugging at Alex's chain again.

"Heel, dog!."

Alex hopped up now, tail and ears lowered, crawling on his mitts and padded knees over to Roger's side.

"Good pup," said Roger, reaching down and gently patting Alex's hooded head before starting to walk, holding him on his leash and leading him over to the dungeon equipment.

Roger led Alex over to a long bench with a set of stocks attached. One set held his arms and neck still and another set of stocks held his feet still, though somewhat elevated and very far apart.

Alex whimpered a little and struggled as Roger forced him on the bench, some light nudges with his boot and the stroke of his paw over the shock collar being enough to remind him of the consequences of disobedience.

"Now that's a good boy," said Roger as he locked the wooden top piece of the stocks down over Roger's neck and wrists, locking him down but facing up towards the ceiling. "I expect this kind of obedience and cooperation every time, but you're going to need to move faster to get into position if you want to avoid punishment." Roger reached over and extinguished the remains of his cig in a nearby ashtray. It of course had not been there before since Alex, somewhat unusual for men of his time, didn't smoke.

"Oh its just what I wanted!," shouted Christina excitedly as she eyed up some device hanging on the toy rack on the nearby wall.

"Told you I was well supplied, baby doll," said Roger as he unzipped his pants, pushing his growing dick up against Alex's ring-gagged mouth.

Christina's eyes twinkled as she reached up to the rack and pulled down the toy she'd been looking at. It was a gigantic double-ended dildo made of shining black rubber. The wolfess closed her eyes for a moment and gave the toy a hug, then sticking her tongue out and giving it a nice long sensuous lick from the hub to the tip before emitting a light and lustful groan.

"Don't get too excited before you start hun," said Roger as he forced his dick into Alex's helpless ring-gagged muzzle.

Christina snickered and snapped out of it, grabbing a giant bottle of lube from a nearby table and squirting a large gob of it out into her soft, feminine paws, rubbing it slowly and sensuously up and down and around that big black rubber dick, moving over a bit and looking down at her husband in his predicament as she did so.

Roger reached down and gave one of Alex's ears a little pinch. "Listen up slavedog!," he said. "I'm going to fuck your throat cause I need a release, and also to show yo just how much I own you now. I expect you to do a good job and show me some love with your tongue. Keep it moving on my dick. If you don't do a good enough job you'll earn yourself a nice flogging when this is over. Understand, bitch?"

Alex nodded, blushing full red under his hood and heating the leather. He had no choice here, being unable to move and not wanting to risk further punishment. His eyes moved over and he saw his wife lubing up that toy and looking right into his eyes.

"Where's that going to go?," thought Alex to himself, looking at the huge toy. "She's going to use that on herself while watching this dickhead fuck my face... what a bitch! Hmm... why does it have two ends? ... Oh shit!"

Alex's train of thought was cut short as Christina moved over between his spread and elevated legs, poking one end of the lubed toy into his tight virginal tailhole.

Alex's eyes went wide as he tried to squirm, groaning in protest, muffled by the giant dick of his captor in his mouth. Soon he was silenced as Roger thrust that tight tip right down into his throat, gagging him. "Oooh fuck yeah! That's nice."

Christina grunted and kicked off her shoes as she pushed her black dildo into her husband's hole, struggling with the extreme tightness as she pulled off her top and her bra, flicking her free hair as her firm supple boobs bounced in the cool air. She finally grinned and licked her lips when she got it in, unzipping her pants slowly now and pulling them down, stepping out of them. She then gently put one of her fingers into her panties, pulling them back as she gingerly pulled them down her legs too and then ran a finger over her exposed pussy, dripping wet with anticipation. Alex groaned painfully, though muffled by Roger's cock in his mouth, and squinted his eyes as the toy was inserted inside of him, his anal muscles clenching around it tightly and involuntarily.

A smack was delivered to his face by Roger's hand. "You're slacking, bitch!," said the dingo. "I expect a perfect blowjob from you, no matter who else is playing with you where."

Alex let out a bit of a whimper after he was scolded. Perhaps it was something of an apology for his lack of effort. Something was certainly beginning to arouse him about this situation. A deep feeling of self-loathing began to emerge in him. This was the supreme humiliation of being supplanted in one's own home and bed and made into a slave, and yet he was enjoying it.

As Alex pondered these things, his wife pressed her tight dripping pussy down over that big black dong that was sticking out from her husband's ass, groaning loudly as it penetrated her and she began to ride it. Every push of hers shoved the other end of the dildo further into Alex, poking something inside of him and bringing out a new feeling, in addition to the pain, that he'd never expected to felt.

He whimpered and moaned as he slurped on Roger's cock. its pre drooling into his muzzle. Alex's dick started to swell up and rise at attention, only to be mocked and laughed at by Roger and Christina.

"Hah! No wonder you weren't satisfied dear. It's a fucking pencil!," said Roger as he reached out and grabbed Alex's dick, giving it a tight and slightly painful squeeze.

"Mmm, I know... mm... yeah," replied Christina as she continued to ride that big black toy, her pussy juice dribbling down it and mixing with the lube.

"Just wait till tonight baby," said Roger. "I'll show you what a real man can do."

With that, the two of them leaned forward and shared a long and loving kiss, Roger continuing to Squeeze Alex's dick as he made out with Christina and the separated with a light nuzzle on each other's nose.

Roger looked down and loosened his grip, toying with Alex's smaller dick in his paw as he grunted and continued to thrust, looking up at Christina with a grin. "Got the cage dear?"

"Yep," said the wolfess as she reached over to the table and grabbed a small metal cage to slip over Alex's dick.

"He's still a little hard, the sicko's enjoying this too much," said Roger before squeezing and twisting Alex's dick hard, causing some squirming and painful groans from the wolf as his cock softened in Roger's cruel paws. When Roger let go, Alex was small enough now for his wife to slip on his metal prison. The cage was made of shiny steel with barely any breathing room for his dick. It could get a little hard, but not much. There were holes in it to keep it aerated and a loop that went around his sac that could be secured with a lock.

Alex whimpered as he felt the cold unforgiving steel being secured around his once-proud manhood., his tail trying to curl up in shame.

Christina moaned in pleasure as she continued to ride herself on that toy, finishing it up with a lock on her husband's new cage.

"Aah... it's so big...," said Christina as she rode herself harder, coming close to her climax.

Roger grunted as he continued to fuck Alex's maw, licking his lips as he watched his lover ride. "Not used to that huh sweetie?"

Christina shook her head then moaned loudly, sighing as her cum oozed out and dribbled down the huge black dildo that she had filled herself with. She leaned in for Roger who held her in an embrace, licking her neck gently and then bucking his hips harder, groaning loudly and popping his knot against Alex's ring gag, finally finishing himself by unloading a huge virile load of salty man-seed into the wolf's maw and gut.

"Glad we got the slave off to a good start," said Roger as he reached down and gave Alex a bit of a rub on the side and the chest. "Hope he'll get used to his position soon enough.

"Oh he will," said Christina. "I know how much he loves routines..."

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Alex sniffed as he was walked over to the cage, humiliated and pushed low. His paws were still mitted and he was also hooded, though mercifully ungagged. A few punishments had made it clear what would happen to him if he spoke to his new owners out of turn. The fur near his tailhole and his legs were covered with sticky cum, as Roger had helped himself to the slave's ass once during his "breaking in." The ears on the new slave were lowered appropriately in humiliation and resignation.

Also, the new slave sported a few new additions to his "uniform." He wore the cock cage that had been locked on him earlier. He'd been told that if he ever wanted to cum again he'd better work hard to please his new owners. Also he wore a pair of leather cuffs on his ankles and another pair on his wrists, in addition to the puppy mitts. These were held together by a foot and a half's length of chain, preventing the slave from trying to run or even stand very easily without resistance. His owners had also seen fit to put him in a leather harness that went well with the new nipple rings that Christina had insisted on also.

As Roger closed and locked the cage door and went upstairs, turning out the lights, Alex whimpered and moaned to himself. He was ashamed. He had been unable to resist his captors and perhaps this made him more of a slave than a man, just as they said. He curled up on the cold floor of his cage and closed his eyes, twitching a bit as he waited for sleep to come. Even on the cold floor and with the fears of what new horrors tomorrow might bring, Alex was tired from how hard his new owners had worked him, so sleep overtook him. Soon he would awake on the first day of his new life

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In Chapter 3 we explore the daily life of a slave and some of his new duties around the house.