When he awoke, he was laying on a large bed in an unfamiliar room. With much difficulty, he sat up and squinted to adjust his vision without his glasses, before flinching in alarm when he finally noticed a looming presence by the bedside. Gadget had spooked himself into enough awareness to realize what had happened last night, and didn’t waste a second to call the other out on it.

“You put that date rape stuff in the glass you gave me! I would have never just let you have sex with me like some cheap booty call!”

Heterochromatic eyes shimmered with tamed lust.

“I did.”

Gadget wanted to punch him square in the jaw for having the audacity to look so proud of himself.

“Why?! All those lies about not being a whore, you’re just better at hiding it than your shitty friends!”

Zero snickered at his wolf’s rage. It was too adorable.

“Actually, I never lied to you. You were my first. You don’t remember, but I told you such last night as well: that I wanted you to be my first and last.”

The crimson wolf gawked, and the incoming headache from the rohypnol made it impossible to make sense of anything.

“Your last?! Are you going to murder me now?!”

Zero pinched the bridge of his snout.

“No, foolish one. I am keeping you here with me.”

The wolf made a garbled noise of indignation.

“You never asked me, and I say no! Give me my phone, I’m going home. My friends are freaking out and I won’t be surprised if they’ve called the police! I never want to see you again.”

“My friends were so kind to let them know that I’d taken you home. There are no worries.”

“Maybe not for you! I’m not going to ask again: give. Me. My. Phone.”

Gadget jumped off the bed and began advancing on the other with an imposing glare. Well, it would have been imposing if Zero didn’t think it was so cute.

“I’ll forgive this misunderstanding, given that your mind must be reeling from the after-effects. Let me clarify for you: you aren’t getting a choice - and if you still struggle to grasp my words, then I wish you luck in your attempts to leave on your own. Regardless, you will understand in due time.”

Gadget continued scorching the jackal with an angry scowl, before he turned on his heel. He’d just get a new phone; it wasn’t worth sticking around for. As he paced through the halls, he realized that the place was more like an estate than a home. 

These jerkoff jackals have more money than they deserve.

He finally made it to a set of doors - the place was so big he was sure it was only one of many - and grabbed for the handle. A shock coursed up his arm, prompting him to reel back with a pained cry. Upon closer inspection, the handles were rigged with an electrical current. He glanced at the windows and confirmed that the frames had the same escape deterrent. Zero traipsed down the stairs at a leisurely pace, smiling at the literally shocked wolf with false warmth.

“Will I be dining on fried wolf for dinner, or do you understand what position you are in now?”

The captive wolf slouched down on the floor, and glowered at his captor.

“You were unconscious long enough for me to set things up for your stay… I don’t know what I would do if you were to escape.”

You’d leave me alone if you were a sane person!

“How long are you making me ‘stay’ here then?!”

Zero only snorted as he crouched beside him and patted the frazzled wolf’s fur down. He was hoisted up by the armpits, and thrown over the other’s shoulders. Gadget’s nerves were still too frayed from the shock to react, so he let himself be carried back to the room he’d woken up in. A collar was secured around his neck, along with a leash. The jackal used a padlock to fasten the leash to a metal loop, which was attached to the wall beside his bathroom. The wolf was thoroughly disgusted.

“You sicko… someone who doesn’t do this crap regularly wouldn’t have all this stuff so conveniently at the ready.”

The long-maned mobian gave him a condescending pat on the head.

“You are not very good at listening, hmm? I gathered these things while you were in dream land. The metal loop is meant to hold towels, but I think this is a better use for it. Now be a good boy, will you? I have things to do, but I will return later to entertain you. Or will you be entertaining me?”

He placed a sloppy kiss to the wolf’s forehead, which only served to rub salt in his wounds, before leaving the room and locking the door.

Gadget quickly exhausted himself between his fight against the psychopath who’d wolfnapped him, and crying his heart out the moment he’d been left alone. That was the last time he would ever trust someone. He curled up on the floor in a corner, refusing to use the bed that belonged to the monster who’d deceived him so inhumanely. The collar was uncomfortable, but fatigue was able to drown it out as he rested his cheek on the wall…
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Lance waited until their leader had left their house before he made his way upstairs. Pierce and Gervais watched him with mischievous curiosity, but made no move to follow. Once the large jackal was upstairs, he slowly padded towards Zero’s room. This was uncharted grounds for him, but he had a reason to make the leap: they were all dying to see who’d managed to get their leader’s interest, and so obsessively at that.

The door was locked, which he should have expected. Behind, his two squad mates had ended up following him. Pierce wordlessly approached with a lockpick, and had the door creaking open in moments. The three jackals peered inside, and gaped in astonishment. Pierce was the first to speak.

“Zero stole my collar and leash.”

Lance and Gervais only continued staring at the tiny red wolf huddled in a corner.

“It’s a male. Woah… guess I was too drunk to notice last night.”

Gervais nodded at the largest in agreement.

“Tied to the towel holder… he looks so sad. Wonder what’s going through the boss man’s head to do all of this.”

Lance approached the wolf.

“Hey little guy, why are you on the floor?”

The red lump of fur uncurled and glanced at him both warily and wearily. The large jackal crept closer and crouched down in front of him.

“Huh. You’re kinda cute…”

Without thinking, Lance reached out and ran his fingers through the crimson cheek fur that wasn’t smooshed against the wall. Gadget flinched.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. Just wanted to know what’s so great about you that our boss is going mental.”

All three jackals had closed in on the leashed boy, and they subconsciously took a whiff of his scent.

“Woah. You smell better than any bitch I’ve been with.”

Gervais realized they were overstepping their boundaries.

“Lance, Zero’s gonna smell you on him. What are you doing? We only came to see who was in here. And don’t say stuff like that to him, he’ll narc on you.”

“Yeah? He’s gonna smell that you were both here too.”

Pierce and Gervais exchanged worried glances, before they both skulked off to get their scents as far away as possible. Lance shook his head.

“Idiots. Too late now.”

He continued inspecting the curled up mobian, before reaching forward and grasping his waist. Gadget squeaked in alarm.

“I’ve never been interested in banging a dude, but you hardly pass as one anyway. I wanna take you for a test run, see what you’re about.”

Gadget’s fur bristled at the connotation.

“Please don’t! Not another jackal.”

Lance cackled. He finally got something out of him. His voice was as meek as his appearance.

“Oh? We can pretend I’m a bull if ya want. I’m hung like one anyway~”

He lifted the wolf up and pinned him against the wall, before shifting his grip so that each hand pressed a skinny red thigh up against his chest. Gadget’s knees draped over the jackal’s shoulders, enabling Lance to press up against the other.

“You're pocket sized! Haha! You barely weigh anything.” 

The wolf didn’t have the time or will to process what was happening. He stared down like a deer in headlights at the enormous cock that had emerged from the jackal’s pouch, and was pressed up against Gadget’s groin.

“This is goin’ inside ya. You excited? You probably love getting stuffed full of cock!”

Gadget violently shook his head as tears began leaking from his eyes. He screamed when the entire length was rammed up his ass with no preparation or further warning. It felt like someone had just ran him through with a dull pitchfork. 

“Daaamn! You feel better than any cunt I’ve been in too!”

Lance didn’t have the leisure of taking his time, and he was far too turned on to hold back regardless. His hips slammed against the underside of Gadget’s thighs as he sunk himself to hilt with every inward thrust. The wolf continued crying out in pain, and his best efforts to push the beast of a jackal away were futile. He continued trying regardless, but it only spurred the other on. Too tired from everything leading up to this, he resigned himself to his fate. He gazed down blearily at the thick cock rapidly disappearing and reappearing below him, and put a hand on his abdomen where he could feel the bulge forming in tandem. There was ample body fluid buildup for the thrusts to pick up speed, and getting fucked so hard was producing some very lewd noises from his gut. This was far worse than when Zero had taken him - at least he’d been too disoriented to even know what was going on then. This was too much to take in at once, and he couldn’t keep up with the feelings. With a shaft so large, the jackal plundering his body was slamming the gland inside him dead on, and his cries of pain quickly morphed into cries of ecstasy.

“Hurghh… you’re a good little fuckin’ bitch aren’t ya. You fuckin’ love this. Cum for me you little slut of a wolf!”

As if Lance was controlling the strings of a marionette, Gadget let out one last lusty cry before he coated his stomach with his release. The jackal slammed in balls deep one last time, and grunted ferally as he pumped multiple loads of seed into the spent wolf’s body. Gadget could feel even more discomfort bubbling up in his gut, and he was too relieved when Lance finally pulled out. Cum trickled from the wolf’s abused hole, but he was too mentally and physically beat to cry any longer. Lance adjusted his hold on the other canine and turned around, before dumping him onto the bed like a used toy.

“A damn good lay. I don’t usually eat seconds, but I’ll be coming back for more of you whenever I can!”

He curled up and stared blankly at the wall with drooping eyes, ignoring Lance’s satisfied smirk and cocky words as he left the room. It was only moments later that Gadget had passed out on the bed, when the three jackals returned with aerosol air fresheners. The two were ushering Lance back into the room and slapping a bottle into his hand. Pierce and Gervais were furious.

“Lance, that was all kinds of fucked up! We’re going to have to spray the whole fucking house and clean the guy up, otherwise Zero will slaughter us all!”

Lance only scoffed at the beret-wearing worry-wart.

“The boss man obviously did the same thing with him! You gonna call him fucked up too?”

Gervais shook his head despondently, and went to work running a bath and placing the unconscious wolf in. Meanwhile, Pierce hit the larger jackal upside the head with his air freshener.

“Dude… we don’t know that for sure.”

Lance raised a brow ridge dubiously.

“Okay… the collar, leash, and electric security system does make it likely. Still… that was actually a scum move, even for you. Like do you not feel bad? If we’d have known you were going to fuck him, we wouldn’t have left. Chaos damn you.”

“He came buckets in the end. I was only rough because I didn’t know when Zero was gonna be back. Next time I chase that tail, I’ll do it how I usually do. That red hot ass will be beggin’ to be dicked down.”

The other two stared at each other incredulously. For how long they’d been friends, it really demonstrated how little one may actually know another. They’d always known that Lance’s logic left much to be desired, but this bit of idiocy in particular took the cake.

“I can’t believe you think like that, dude. That was not consensual at all. If you can get someone willing, then they’re fair game, but what you did was… I’m not explaining this to you anymore.”

“Yeah yeah. Stop guilting me. I’ll be extra nice to him next time, and for however long he sticks around. Happy?”

“If Zero finds out what you did to him, there might not be a next time for you.”

As if his pea-brain finally caught up with his dick, Lance blanched.

“Help me with a cover story then! Please don’t rat me out dude. I’ll give you and Gervais my entire paycheck next week!”

They didn’t have time to argue any more, given that their boss would be back soon. Pierce growled in resignation.

“Fuck. Fine. Gervais, get that wolf awake as soon as possible, we’ll convince him to lie through his teeth. Lance, bring out your entire weed stash - we’re gonna stink this place up.”