“Isn’t he just pathetic?” 


Collin heard the words but didn’t care to understand them. They strung him along more like music than language, pulling at his heartstrings with anticipation for the next beat. The wah kneeled by her side, his face pressing against the warm fur of the wolverine’s legs as she pet him with a rough possession she knew he craved. The first of many rewards for the gift of his submission. In an odd sense, it made him feel equal to her. That he’d be happiest with her foot pressing down on his skull to keep him in place, knowing she would not hurt him more than the wah craved. He was her treasure, as she was his.


“Look at him.” Tabitha’s order fell on deaf ears. Collin crept between her legs, his nose following the scent of her musk. A hearty mix of cock, balls, and pussy, acting as an aphrodisiac made more potent by the cage tight around his member. No matter how much it wished it would never grow to erection, making his arousal skyrocket. It was a wonder they were called chastity cages. They did little to make him feel chaste. 


Her girthy cock hung free. Collin licked his lips at the tool, its taste an aching phantom on his tongue. It’d been too long since he tasted it, and felt the thick meat fill his maw and claim his throat before invading his welcoming backdoor. He tried to kiss it. Fingers tightened around his scalp, forcing him to face forward. “Pay attention, slut. Your admirer is watching.” 


Collin moaned as she pulled him. So rough and strong. His mistress had no need to bind him with ropes or leather. Her dominance was primal, savage, and natural. How could anyone admire him, he wondered, when she was there in her radiance? The secret admirer in question was a canine, a border collie who spread his knees out and straightened his back like a slave but ached with nervous breaths that trembled the soft pudge of his stomach. He couldn’t have been a slave with how he kept moving his head to avoid eye contact. The erection he sported was cute. Not as large or virile as his mistress’s soft cock, but noticeable compared to the hard and cracked concrete of the dungeon. 


“What’s his name?” The wolverine asked with a whisper.


“Augie,” Collin answered, slowly realizing who the dog was. One of Justin’s roleplaying friends. A Masquerade player who believed he was subtle when catching glimpses of the red panda in girl mode. He smiled, bordering on chuckling at how the meager dog kneeled in his mistress’s presence. In his presence. 


“And do you know why this loser is hard?” Tabitha asked. Collin shook his head with a smile, lying. The wolverine snickered softly, seeing through but deciding to play along. All the better for the bitch across the room. “It’s because of you, sissy. You’re responsible for making this straight boy question his sexuality. A siren’s call that pulled him out to a sea of confusion, wearing an albatross around his neck as a reminder that he’s not gay or bi. That you just have a nice ass. But straight men don’t enjoy the ass of men, do they? Straight men don’t justify someone’s dick as ‘girly’ to make themselves feel better.”


Augie furled his ears. Collin chuckled softly, finding the pathetic display cute in some way. Tabitha pulled the wah up by his collar, making him gasp for a moment before twisting him around so the canine saw his rump. “This is what he wants,” she whispered aloud, slapping Collin’s cheeks before spreading them. Biting his lip, Collin relished at the grip against his plug. She twisted it, pulling it out just enough to grind against him only to shove it back in, again and again. “Can you imagine that loser’s prick doing this? Trying so desperately to knot you when you’re far too loose?”


He peered behind him, witnessing the awestruck canine fall into envy and lust. She twisted him around, letting the border collie view the dripping chastity cage hanging between Collin’s legs. “He tells himself this is fine. That your cock being locked up makes it not gay. But he keeps thinking about it.” Callused fingers gently gripped his sack, slowly squeezing. Collin panted through the pain, loving every moment despite it. “He’s in love with your prison. Enraptured by it. Or maybe he wants your cock. Maybe he’s craving it but can’t accept it. Tempted, by you, my little succubus.”


Tabitha let go and pushed him down, shoving her pre-cum drenched palm into his snout. Collin drank it in. Spreading his legs to let Augie see every aching twitch the wah’s desperate cock gave. Augie reached for his own. “Hey!” The wolverine snapped. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” She clutched Collin close as she chastised their watcher. Possessively digging her fingers into him. Collin shivered with a smile, sinking into the bliss while Augie shook his head. “Then don’t do it. You fucking watch as your temptress shows you what he loves to do with a dick.” 


Without direction, Collin embraced her cockhead as he would a lover. His tongue sampled the salty taste while taking inch after inch in his maw. Tabitha nearly pulled her hand away to let him work. He grabbed it, holding her grip upon his hand. She murred at that, delighted at how clingy he was. Soon she reached full erection, letting her wet rod weigh against his face like a pulsing warm meaty club. She was still the biggest he’d seen in person. There were larger ones online. Larger and thicker cocks pawed off in private shows. But they did not hold a candle to the majesty of her dark-skinned phallus. He breathed in her musk, committing it to memory.


“Cockdrunk.” She teased, playfully booping his nose with her fat cock. “Cockdrunk little faggot. Succubus sissy slut. Somehow both loyal and a whore. Quite the contradiction.” Collin let her bat his face, eager with the same of being her cock’s personal punching bag. Her kept his mouth wide, desperate for her to use it as the living onahole he’d become. But she didn’t, instead laughing with sadistic glee that ignited his masochistic soul. “You’re nothing but a bitch. My bitch. Isn’t that right?”


“Yes, Mistress.” It came as naturally as breathing. 


Augie’s whimper caught his attention like shattered glass. The border collie looked sheepishly at them, his tail slowly wagging while his cock stayed unattended. A steady stream of precum oozed from the red tip, breaking whenever the dog twitched his cock, only for it to start back up again. 


Her words penetrated him like her cock to his ass. “Do you want to take his virginity?” Collin’s chest fluttered, held down by her hold as the mustelid mistress pulled him close. “To claim this closeted chubby loser’s punch card.”


Collin both wanted to and didn’t. He mewled through his lips, easing his fists open and closed until the words came. “S-Shouldn’t you, Mistress? You’re the one who–”


She yanked his head back so hard he squealed, ready to break. “Why should I sully that loser? Why let him think he’s on the same level as you? Besides, you’re the one he wants. Don’t tell me you never thought about taking control. Never thought of edging all those onlookers on the other side of the screen. There’s no denying you’re a bottom. A subby little cocksleeve who belongs at my feet. But we both know, deep down, that you want someone at yours. If only to experience it.”  


The wolverine pushed him forward. “If you need motivation, do it for me. Be my instrument of breaking or some other corny nerd shit.” The wah stumbled on high heels, catching himself through the stride to end with confidence and poise. Augie arced up to look at him, his pitiful face cute in a way. As if he knew his place and needed a reminder. One, Collin realized, he was all too happy to state.


“Do you want to fuck me?” Collin asked, puffing his chest out as he bent forward to meet the dog’s eyes. 


“Y-Yes…” Augie’s words barely broke a whisper. That would not do at all, so Collin repeated the question while pulling the hound’s ear. “Yes! Yes, I want to fuck you!” 


“I don’t believe you.” Collin smiled, drinking in the canine’s despair. “I need proof.”


“A-Anything.” Augie tried to bow but Collin hadn’t let go of his ear. “Anything, M–”


Collin clamped that maw shut before the false title was uttered. Only one person deserved such monikers and she watched from behind, head nestled on her hand while she lazily stroked her cock. The wah gargled, pooling spit and mucus into his maw and let it slip down in one translucent strand, breaking over the red rod that shivered in its weight. 


“I want you to pump your worthless cock,” Collin grinned, “Pump it until I tell you to stop. If you cum, you don’t get this.” The resounding sound of his hand clapping his cheeks filled the air, “And if I think you’re holding back, you can forget it. Understand?”


He knew what he was asking and by Augie’s terror, so did the bitch boy. If it was possible to hold back, he didn’t know it. Perhaps Augie did, or perhaps the canine was desperate to try. The latter seemed true by his quivering nod, so Collin let go to watch.


Augie’s Adams Apple bobbed with a heavy gulp. With a shivering hand he clasped the rigid cock in excitement and fear mixed as one. The flared knot expanded as he pumped, from edge to tip. Slow and steady. Boring. 


“Did I say tease yourself?” Collin asked, earning a shake from his fanboy, “That’s right. I told you to jack off. Or do I need to be blunt with you? Masturbate like you do when you see me. Like you’re behind your computer screen staring at my ass as it devours some big fake dick.” 


Augie sped up. His fapping echoed around them, as did his deep breaths. Collin smiled, betting the border collie believed breath control was enough to keep the pleasure at bay. Maybe it was. The wah wasn’t sure, preferring different methods to getting off than a simple death grip. 


“Ah…Ah…I’m close.” Augie whined. 


Collin frowned. “Already? What kind of stamina is that?” Augie bit his lips as the wah continued, “Don’t stop. I want you to hold it.” Whenever the collie slowed Collin chastised him, going as far as to pull his hair to remind the bitch who was in charge. Soon the pup’s whines raked his ears like nails on a chalkboard, with tears matting his cheek fur. A pathetic sight for a pathetic fapping fanboy. 


“I can’t…” he mouthed.


“Stop,” Collin ordered. Augie’s cock stood engorged, hard like iron under the red panda’s foot. For fun he grinded his paw against the head, smiling at the sudden winces and cries. Somehow he didn’t cum. “Good boy,” Collin said, praise mixed with malice as he kicked the dog’s legs out. 


“You see this?” He dangled his caged cock before the mutt. “This will never belong to you. This doesn’t even belong to me anymore.” Euphoria hit him at the mention of it. He knew Tabitha was smiling behind him, but he fought the urge to look behind him and confirm it. Augie needed his attention, his debasement underneath the jingle of Collin’s chastity cage. “But you’re lucky enough to taste it today. I want you to worship it. Do you understand what that means?”


Augie slowly nodded. “Tell me,” Collin commanded.


The border collie’s eyes fidgeted, his expression all but screaming out that he didn’t want to say it. Collin didn’t speak, letting the silence act as pressure until the dog broke. “To kiss it?”


“To enjoy it,” Collin corrected, “Because you’re a what?”


“A…A fag?” 


“Good bitch,” the wah patted Augie’s cheeks, “Don’t run from it. Embrace it. Show me how much you love me.”


Augie twitched and shivered as if the strings holding him at bay were finally snapping as he inched closer. A tepid tongue seeped from his maw as his lips pursed, and the warmth of his mouth was over Collin’s flat cage with a single kiss. Not a peck like to a mother, a kiss to a lover. 


“Good boy.” He petted Augie’s scalp, scratching behind the ears as his fan suckled and licked the cage head. The inhibitions vanished, replaced by an eagerness to coat the wah’s sack in saliva and love. As much as he enjoyed this worship, Collin could not help but feel Augie needed to be punished for holding back so long. 


And what better punishment could there be than a swift kick to the groin? Collin held back, of course, not wanting his bitch to wince too hard and forget who he should be worshiping. Worse, the pup could be more masochistic than he realized, so hard kicks wouldn’t be much of a punishment. No, with soft but firm kicks Collin prodded his foot to the aching sack and iron-hard cock underneath him, chastising whenever the border collie slipped away. By the end he had his hand clasped tight around Augie’s scalp and his foot over the dog’s red rocket’s tip, grinding with a light twisting motion. 


“Now there’s an idea,” Tabitha patted Collin’s back, knocking him from his dominant stupor. “Never pegged you as one for cbt. Then again, it ain’t like you’re using those parts for anything else, are you?”


“N-Not unless you wish for it, Mistress.” Even welcoming her presence tightened his throat. Like a collar wrapped so possessive around his neck. Tabitha snickered behind him and added her meaty paw to the feeling. For a moment she held it there, feeling his pulse rise at her touch. He’d all but forgotten Augie until she spoke.


“I think it’s time he earned your hole.” 


Augie’s ears perked despite Collin’s disappointment. He did plan to allow the pathetic pup to fuck him, but a small part of the wah wanted to draw it out. This newfound sadism fell at his mistress’s command, just as he did to his ass where Collin spread his legs and leaned backward. Two fingers slipped at the taper of a plug. With a twist and a pull, he removed the toy. Thick as a soda-can, the only thing keeping him loose for the wolverine black mammoth of a cock. 


“Come on,” Collin beckoned, “Take it. Let’s see if that bruised pecker can last a minute.” 


With permission, Augie surged forward. Excitement and inexperience made him grab the red panda’s legs tight and pause as he aimed his rod at the waiting hole. Collin fought the urge to roll his eyes at the blunder, and the electric pleasure of his cock sinking into him was barely a jolt. Pausing, the border collie soaked in the warm sensation, then thrust back. “You were in?” Collin half-teased, hiding his surprise that the thrusts were starting so soon. 


His ears dropped but Augie pushed on, leaning in and clutching the red panda’s thighs as he picked up speed. Hips slammed and slapped while his panting breaths echoed across the room. He fucked without experience. Fucked with only his pleasure on the mind. Collin hung his head back in boredom. The poor mutt no doubt assumed it was in ecstasy. 


The wah had more caring partners in dildos than this. Rising to speak, Collin lost his voice at the sight of Tabitha behind Augie. Her fat cock erect, turning her androgynous form masculine in a silhouette. Strong arms locked around Augie’s throat. “Can you not see how bored my bitch is?” Collin’s heart fluttered at the title. The acknowledgment. “I know you’re some loser virgin who’s too deep in the closet to accept he’s base deep in boy ass, but that doesn’t excuse not telling when a fuck hole ain’t interested. You’re squandering a gift here. But don’t worry.” Tabitha lined her cock under Augie’s tail, “I’m happy to give pointers, just not for free.”


Shock and fear exuded from the dog’s eyes, followed by a silent cry as Tabitha sank into him. Collin knew not all of the look was from terror, at least not terror directed at the butch hermaphrodite plunging into him. Some of it was inward, worried that a small part of him liked the penetration. Another log of shame for the fire. 


With rhythmic thrusts, Tabitha took Augie’s virgin hole. Her arms held him in place, but her eyes looked over his shoulder to the wah watching. Collin forgot that Augie was inside him for a moment, swiftly reminded as the wolverine rutted into the fanboy. Augie lost two virginities at once yet somehow was ignored. Collin’s chest burned when he realized that his mistress turned Augie into nothing more than a sex toy. That she was fucking him through the border collie.


“H-Harder,” Collin begged. Tabitha obliged, ignoring Augie’s whimpering grunts to plunge deeper into him. She fucked him hard, rocking him back and forth so his meager dick could be made of use. The wah barely registered it, his pleasure pouring into a mental space over physical. 


Augie howled. His cock spasmed with heat that filled Collin. Tabitha didn’t stop, ignoring his cries as that sensitive head pistoned into the wah. He was nothing, just a space between them. Collin bit his lip, his pleasure scratching at the door.


And then there was nothing. Collin blinked once, then twice, making out the motions of his ceiling fan whirring above. He shot out of bed, blue hair shaking from side to side while looking for his partners. There was no one in his small private dorm room. No one but him. 


He deflated with a groan, collapsing backward into the bed. Another wet dream that resulted in a small tent amongst his sheets. Paradoxically it didn’t feel good. If anything it hurt, focusing all his energy on one point rather than letting it seep into his body like waves. The red LEDs of his clock told him it was well past three in the morning. He had four hours before class.


“Fuck…” Collin groaned in defeat. He tried to sleep but the thoughts lingered, as they did every night the dream occurred. His erection refused to go down. Morningwood was annoying enough that the red panda considered sleeping with a cage again. It never felt right when doing it though. Anything longer than a show on his OnlyFurs just seemed fake. Boring. He needed a keyholder, and Becky was reluctant. 


Accepting he wasn’t going back to sleep, Collin scoured through his sex toys to find his favorite dildo. Thick, long, and dark, almost like her. Not bothering with the effort of setting up his webcam, he took several pictures of himself worshiping it as though it were real, not satisfied until he found one that looked slutty enough without exposing his tired eyes.


“Imagine waking up to this little faggot nuzzling you like this.”


Snickering at his dumb caption, Collin uploaded it to his feed. A notification pinged him a second later. Augie’s account again. He smiled, wondering if Augie knew Collin knew his account name. He shrugged, tossed it aside, and began to suckle the dildo while imagining a certain wolverine on the other end.