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“Put some fucking pants on already.”

Emilio pinned his ears to the side of his head. The wolf looked up at his roommate bashfully, caught in the act again. He slowly moved his hand away from his cock, drawing his tail up to belatedly preserve his modesty. It was no use. Aaron looked down on him, the bull barely concealing his disgust as he watched the bashful werewolf slide some pants on to conceal his still-erect cock.

“Two rules if you want to stay here. One. Get a job. And two, dick out only in your room,” Aaron growled, before stomping off to his bedroom and slamming the door behind him, leaving Emilio to whine at the loud noise. It wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t find a job, and given he was no longer studying, there wasn’t much for him to do around the house, and with no money to fund anything, he couldn’t go out either. He was bored easily, and that led to his many masturbation sessions.

Rubbing his muzzle in his hands, he made a quick retreat back to his room, silently shutting the door behind him, tail tucked between his legs. He flopped down on his bed and pulled across his laptop, with the intention of going on some job-seeking site again in the hope that something would pop up that attracted his interests.

Within five minutes his hand was on his cock again.

Emilio didn’t sleep well that night, the wolf tossing and turning in his covers. His dreams kept him restless, but any meaning or sense in them remained elusive. Despite his unsettled sleep, he didn’t rouse when his door slowly creaked open and the shadowy figure of his housemate stepped into his room. It wasn’t until cuffs were placed around his ankles and wrists did he wake up with a sudden jerk.

Before he could protest, a gag was tied tightly over his mouth, robbing him of his voice quite effectively. He huffed heavily through his nose, but the lack of light and his sleep-addled brain couldn’t make sense of the situation.

“Don’t struggle, you’ll only hurt yourself,” Aaron said quietly, working on securing Emilio’s bonds a little tighter around his ankles, preventing the wolf from kicking out at all. “Figured we might as well do something about this rampant lust of yours. Had a great idea from one of the guys, so we’ll see how you go.”

“Mrrff?” Emilio whimpered through the gag. He struggled to move his hands, twisting them in the ropes that bound them, but Aaron was skilled at tying. He couldn’t wiggle free at all, but nor were they too tight to cut into his flesh.

The wolf wasn’t sure he liked the sound of Aaron’s words though. What ideas had he been given, and just why was he discussing his masturbation issue with his friends? Just the thought of it brought a burning blush to his cheeks and, to his panic, a tingle of pleasure in his sheath. That was the last thing he wanted now! He didn’t want an erection! Thankfully the bull didn’t appear to have noticed, but surely it was only a matter of time, as the more the wolf thought about it, the more his cock seemed to swell. Even not thinking about it didn’t work, as every time Aaron tugged on the ropes at his ankles, and then at his wrists, it caused another shiver of pleasure to ripple through his body.

With a sudden movement, Aaron easily picked Emilio up in his arms, the powerfully built bull able to lift the scrawny wolf without any effort at all. He was tossed unceremoniously over Aaron’s shoulders and carried out of his room, his chest bouncing against the bull’s back.

He was taken through to a room he had very rarely visited, as it was considered absolutely off limits for the wolf: Aaron’s bedroom. The bull had always been absolutely adamant that any invasion into his territory had to be utterly justified, and Emilio had never seen any real reason to enter before now. What he saw made him squirm and struggle in Aaron’s powerful grip, but also let out a low, muffled moan of desire. It terrified and aroused him in equal measures.

Bondage equipment and sex toys littered the room, covering almost every available surface. There was too much there for Emilio to recognise right away, and before he had chance to take it all in, he was thrown onto the bed. A blindfold was then wrapped around his eyes.

The wolf huffed and grunted into his gag as he squirmed on the bed, his ears straining to listen for the noises Aaron was making as the bull moved around the room. He wanted to know just what his housemate was doing with him, and what to expect.

He didn’t expect to be left alone, but he heard Aaron’s footsteps go out the room and the door close behind him. Soon there was absolute silence, with the only sounds that of his own struggles. Without his sight, there was little way of judging how much time passed. With little else to do but squirm in his bonds, Emilio eventually started to drift back to sleep.

He woke to the sun shining on his blindfold. He twitched his muzzle in a futile attempt to dislodge the piece of cloth, but it just fluttered a little and settled back down in place. A quick check made sure he was still firmly bound in place, his hands secured behind his back and legs tied together at his ankles. The wolf grunted, his jaw started to get a little sore around the gag.

There were muffled voices in the next room. One of them was definitely Aaron’s, but Emilio didn’t recognise any of the others. Feeling a growing fear about what may be about to happen, he squirmed around on the soft mattress, trying to get some leverage on the ropes around his wrists, desperate to free them.

The rope felt like it was sliding against his wrists just a little bit. It pinched into his skin, but the wolf was sure that the loop around his wrists was stretching just about enough to force his hand through. He grunted and whimpered. Just a little more…

The voices suddenly grew louder as the door opened. He could hear footsteps approaching the bed, before hands were laid down on his nude body. More followed, and before long Emilio was squirming beneath at least four pairs of hands, but the sheer number meant that he lost proper count.

“Look at the bitch, he’s enjoying this.”

“You sure this will help, Aaron?”

“Yeah, just give me a moment, you’ll see.”

Even though he was tied up already, Emilio was the pinned down at his shoulders and legs, two firm hands pressing down into each. With just his tail and head free, he wasn’t even able to struggle anymore, the grip of the four around him too strong to move beneath.

“This’ll stop him enjoying it too much,” he heard Aaron say, before a single hand cupped around his cock. For a moment he moaned in pleasure, trying to hump up into the hand. Then he yelped in shock as that hand went from gentle cupping, to a firm slap.

His cock was then handled roughly, tugged up out of his sheath fully, before a metal ring was slid down his shaft and secured tightly beneath the base of his partially-inflated knot. He whimpered into the gag as he cock was gently stroked again, knowing that with the cock-ring in place, his erection wasn’t going away any time soon.

As the hands withdrew once more, he felt something light dusting over his cock and balls. He whimpered again as he listened to the chuckling from around him.

“You know what that is, bitch?” Aaron asked. Emilio shook his head. “Itching powder. Powerful stuff too. One rub, and you’ll be wanting to scratch your junk off. So you might want to be a good boy and do what we tell you to do, or else you might just regret it. So what’s it going to be, pup? You going to be a good boy?”

Emilio whined. He tried to gnaw into his gag, but it was made of tough stuff and his teeth were unable to get any purchase on it. Defeated, he gave a small nod.

At once, all the hands were lifted up from his body, but his relief was only short lived. Two cold fingers slicked with lube delved around his tailhole, sliding around and sinking inside up to the knuckles. He howled into the gag and thrashed as much as he could, but it only took a couple of seconds for the hands to return and restrain his shoulders once more.

“Do you want me to stroke your cock?” Aaron warned. Emilio whined and slumped down, letting the two fingers do their work.

Distracted by the fingers, Emilio didn’t hear the movement around his head until he felt the collar placed around his neck. Though he whimpered, this time he stayed still, even as he heard the little click of the lock being closed. At the same time he could feel someone undo the bonds at his ankles, freeing his legs. Before he even had the thought of kicking out, two hands pressed down on his shins to hold him still, kept his legs partially spread apart.

“Good boy,” an unfamiliar voice said, accompanied by a hand against his cheek. Emilio couldn’t help but blush fiercely at being called that. He hated the fact that he liked it.

“Biggest first then?” another voice said as the fingers withdrew from his rump.

“Come off it, you’re not the biggest.”

“Just because you’re longer, doesn’t mean better. I’ve got plenty on you in girth.”

“Hey guys, don’t break him right away. We all want to have fun with him.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. For the first minute, at least.”

Emilio could only listen in horror as they talked all around him. Aaron wasn’t taking part in the conversation at all, and the wolf could certainly hear four other voices in the room. He huffed and twitched his muzzle, trying to lift his blindfold even for a moment to see who else was there, but it stayed on tight.

Something new pressed at his rump as his legs were held wider. The wolf shivered in anticipation and fear as he felt the wide flare of an equine shaft poke at his slicked tailhole. At least they had used lube, but from the feel of it, that wouldn’t be enough.

Bound as he was, and with the threat of the itching powder over his cock and balls, there was nothing Emilio could do. He couldn’t even brace himself for the sudden, firm thrust that pushed the massive cock into his tight ass. Grateful for the gag, he bit into the cloth hard as he was penetrated by the flared shaft.

“Oh that’s good. He’s so tight.” Emilio assumed that was the horse. He could hear the pleasured whinny in his voice.

The horse wasn’t paying much attention to Emilio, who could feel himself stretching around the massive cock. It felt almost as thick as his arm, and without any relevant senses available to him but touch, he pictured it as being at least as long too, imagining his stomach bulging out to impossible amounts with each firm thrust. And the worst thing was, he could feel his erect cock bouncing against his chest. Each time it did so, he could feel it rubbing through his fur, sending a burning sensation through his shaft as the powder reacted. He was glad the contact wasn’t long enough to truly set it off, but he whimpered with the knowledge that if it did, he’d be powerless to relieve the pain.

Emilio didn’t know how long he was pinned there, with the thick equine shaft stretching his rump out. He whimpered in pain, chewing on his gag in an attempt to distract himself from the sensation. He could hear the horse grunting in pleasure as the others all snickered and whispered amongst themselves.

They all moved around above him, but without his sight he didn’t know what they were doing until he felt some pressure on the tip of his muzzle. His gag was removed, but before he could utter a single word, something soft and fuzzy was pressed against his mouth.

“Lick,” came the firm warning from Aaron. There was a tug on his collar.

With a blush deepening on his cheeks, Emilio’s tongue slipped free from his mouth, giving a firm, slow lick up the pair of balls that pressed down onto his muzzle. He could hear the pleasured whimpers and gasps from above him, adding into the rhythmic grunts from the horse at his rear.

Just as he thought the horse was starting to near his peak, he suddenly pulled out. Pre trickled down through the fur between the wolf’s legs, but he wasn’t left empty for too long. Before his ass could recover, he felt a second cock pressed up against him. This one had a tapered tip that slid in easily. Not as thick as the equine shaft, though it did feel like it buried in much deeper. The wolf groaned in ashamed pleasure, trying to focus on lathering the balls over his face with his tongue.

A knot pressed against his abused rear as whoever was sat over his muzzle adjusted a little, letting a lightly barbed feline cock flop across the wolf’s face. Emilio didn’t even need to be asked this time as his tongue flicked out and wrapped around the shaft, eliciting a gasping moan from the cat above him.

“Good bitch,” the horse said, and Emilio felt a hand rubbing over his chest. The fingers dipped down low, passing close to the wolf’s cock. Emilio whimpered – both wanting that had to wrap around his shaft, but fully aware of the consequences of such an action too. It would not be pleasurable.

Instead the wolf just tried to focus on providing pleasure to the cocks either side of him, hoping that if he did a good job the itching powder would be washed away. He eased the feline cock into his mouth, rolling it around over his tongue and sucking on it.

With his head arched back as far as he could, he rumbled in pleasure as the feline started to thrust against him, pushing that cock in deep to the back of his throat. The soft barbs rubbed over his tongue as pre dribbled into his mouth. He strained his shoulders, struggling to move his arms to try to hold onto the cat’s hips, but they remained tied tightly behind his back.

“Make him gag.”

Emilio had just a moment to prepare himself before the cat started to thrust deeper. The wolf had thought his lips had already been right at the base of the cat’s cock, but he was surprised by another couple of inches that buried in deep. The leaking tip stretched out his throat, and for a few long, agonising moments he couldn’t breathe at all. He struggled to draw in breath, but the feline’s shaft was too deep. His chest heaved, but if he squirmed back, he only found the thick canine knot pushing hard against his stretched tailhole.

Finally the feline pulled back, and Emilio was able to draw in a deep, gasping breath around the cock, but he was only given a brief moment of respite. The cat started to thrust with a regular rhythm, and each time the wolf’s airways were closed off once more. He could barely make a sound as the two rocked back and forth either side of him, their thrusts quickly syncing up with each other so the helpless wolf bounced between them.

Unlike the horse, who had pulled back when he neared his peak, the two didn’t have any such reservations. They kept thrusting hard, making the wolf moan and squirm louder between them. Emilio could feel their shafts twitching, hearing their pleasured sounds grow more insistent. Words of encouragement from the others joined in too, telling them to use the wolf-bitch as he deserved to be used.

They both obliged, using Emilio’s throat and rump roughly, without any attempt to be gentle on the aching wolf. The cat came first, flooding the wolf’s throat with cum and making Emilio splutter helplessly, feeling the feline’s seed spill out his lips and even through his nose. Again he couldn’t breathe as the cat pushed in deep, but his silent struggles only made his abusers moan in tandem.

The canine followed shortly afterwards, pressing hard against the wolf’s pained rump with a few hard and fast thrusts. Emilio’s tailhole stretched as the canine’s knot squeezed and pressed against him. With his mouth still full of the cat’s cock, Emilio’s moans were muffled, before he cried out in shock as the thick knot finally stretched his tailhole enough to pop inside with a wet squelch.

That was all the canine needed, and he howled in pleasure as he filled Emilio with his seed. The wolf’s own cock twitched fitfully from the pressure on his prostate, but without any hands over his powder-coated cock he wasn’t able to do anything more than dribble a little pre.

“Damn he’s good,” the cat said, stroking his hands down Emilio’s throat as he spoke.

The canine knotted at his rump made a whimpering moan in response, before someone else laughed loudly.

“Fucking hell, did you knot in him?”

“Uh, yeah. I did,” was the bashful response, followed by a firm tug against Emilio’s tailhole, making the wolf yelp around the feline cock. The canine was stuck fast.

“Aww man, I wanted to use his ass next.”

“Well come and get his mouth instead, I’m sure it’s just as good.”

The cat’s cock withdrew, giving Emilio the chance to breathe in deeply at last. He panted, his head flopping back onto the mattress, with his eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold. The taste of the cat’s seed was strong on his lips and tongue.

He was given barely any respite before someone sat down on his chest, making him wheeze in surprise. An equine flare pressed against his muzzle. At first he couldn’t be sure if it was the same one that had been buried inside his rump, but as he extended out his tongue to lick over the flared tip, he got a taste of pre and the slightest scent of his own rump. Definitely the same one. He gagged already, the knowledge of how large the cock was, unsure if he would be able to take something so large.

Emilio wasn’t given any choice to disagree. Someone tugged firmly on his collar, forcing his head up so that his lips wrapped around the flared cock. The cat hadn’t moved far, and his hands held up Emilio’s head to prevent him dropping back to the bed again, forcing him to take more of the massive equine shaft into his throat.

If he had troubles breathing before, then Emilio was definitely feeling it now. The equine shaft filled his whole mouth, his jaw stretched to the limit already. The wolf grunted, trying to pull back, but the tug on the leash that had been attached to his collar, as well as the cat’s hands, held him in place.

“Start sucking, bitch. Or else it goes deeper,” the horse said, clenching his thighs into the wolf’s sides.

Emilio had no choice but to obey. The threat of that cock sliding deeper into his throat enough to spur him along, as well as the itching powder tingling on his own shaft. Though he could barely move his jaw at all, he pressed his tongue against the underside of the equine cock and sucked as best he could.

The horse pushed in deeper anyway, ignoring Emilio’s muffled protests as the flare delved down into the wolf’s sore throat. He struggled to breathe, taking in a short, sharp breath each time the horse pulled back, but it was barely enough. His chest burned from the exertion, but there was nothing he could do. His legs were pinned down by the canine still knotted into his rear, and with the horse straddled over his chest he couldn’t even attempt to roll away. His neck ached from being held up, but that was nothing to how his throat felt, stretched wide around the flare and thick shaft that followed.

With every thrust, Emilio hoped it would be the last. His body ached from both ends already, stretched wide by cock and knot. His cock was starting to burn from the powder, even though it wasn’t being rubbed at all. Tears were starting to form in the corners of his eyes as he whimpered, desperate for it all to end. But still the horse kept thrusting, kept filling his maw and throat with that massive cock.

Then finally the horse reached his peak. The grunts from above Emilio changed in pitch, becoming faster and more desperate. With it, the horse’s hips moved faster too, making Emilio yelp in pain as it stretched his throat out even more, before his air was cut off completely by the thick flare.

The horse’s thrusts were shallow, but deep enough that he didn’t pull back enough to open up Emilio’s throat at all. But nor did he seem to care that he wolf’s struggles became more intense as he fought for air. He just kept using the wolf as his pleasure toy.

The seconds dragged on in Emilio’s mind as he felt the horse’s cock pulse in his mouth, feeling every twitch as it jumped in time with its owner’s pulse. His entire awareness came down to that shaft as it became the most important thing in his life. After all, if it didn’t free up his mouth then he wouldn’t be able to breathe.

With a loud whinny and two firm hands pressed down into Emilio’s shoulders, the horse came at last. Rope after rope of cum filled the wolf’s throat, who had no choice but to swallow it, almost choking on the sheer volume of it.

The wolf bucked beneath the horse, his legs kicking out and almost striking the canine at his rear. With a pressure and pain that made him howl anew, the knot in his ass was forced free, cum leaking down between his thighs.

“Damn it, keep hold of him won’t you. He almost got my chin.”

Emilio rolled his head and gagged as the equine shaft was finally pulled free. The flared tip drooled cum over his muzzle. After a wet, spluttering cough, the wolf was finally able to draw breath again.

His head was released, and immediately he flopped back to rest against the mattress, his neck too sore to keep it held up. He weakly swallowed a few times, struggling to clear his mouth of the horse’s potent seed. He doubted he’d be able to cleanse his mouth of that taste for weeks.

“What’s the matter bitch? Too much already?”

“Poor pup is looking a little needy. Why not give his cock a stroke?”

Emilio let out a low moan as he shook his head from side to side. His cock was itching badly already. He didn’t want to make it worse by having someone rub in the itching powder deeper.

“See? He’s not had enough yet.”

“Told you he wanted more.”

“Yeah, I haven’t had a turn with him yet. Think I’ve waited long enough.”

“Wait a little longer, I have a good idea. You got any condoms, Aaron?”

“Why do you want one of those? Just breed the bitch.”

“No no, trust me. You’ll like this one.”

Emilio struggled to listen as the voices stopped for a few moments. His legs were free as the others had all seemingly stood up from the bed. And yet, despite his partial freedom, he wasn’t able to do anything with it at all. All the wolf could do was curl up his toes and keep his legs spread wide. He didn’t even have the motivation to talk, even though his mouth had finally been freed from gag or cock.

The snickers that came from the other side of the room didn’t fill Emilio with much hope, but he couldn’t summon the energy to do anything about it. Nor would he be able to escape their clutches anyway, with his arms still bound and a blindfold robbing him of his sight. He turned his head towards the voices, but could only see an increase in light around the edges of the blindfold as he looked towards the window.

“Flip him over.”

“Huh?” Emilio questioned, but that was all he could say before powerful hands took hold of him again. He was roughly turned over onto his belly, before hands were pressed down on his shoulders and the small of his back, as well as his legs to stop them from kicking. His tail thrashed, but no one seemed to care about that.

“N-no, stop that, please,” Emilio howled as he was pushed into the mattress. His erect cock was forced to grind into the soft fabric, and the itching powder finally reached its full potency. Tears leaked from his eyes as he cried out in pain. His cock and balls burned with it. Aaron had been right. Ripped his junk off would be better than this, but with his hands behind his back there was nothing he could do but endure the furious agony that washed over his most sensitive parts.

There was little Emilio could compare it to. It was like a cheese grater over his flesh, a burning, itching sensation that consumed his mind. He was so focussed on that sensation that he didn’t even notice the cock pressing against his abused rump.

At the back of his mind he recognised that this one felt different, as it was encased in a smooth condom. It was only when the burning itch spread did he realise what his abusers had been giggling about. They had covered the condom in itching powder.

“No!” he cried, his scream of terror tearing out of his aching throat. He arched his back up, trying desperately to squirm and wriggle away from the tortuous cock, but there was nothing he could do to escape. They had him pinned down too strongly for that.

For once they took it slow on him, but this was the one time Emilio wanted them to be rough and forceful. Maybe then it would have been over quicker, but instead whoever was thrusting into him was as slow and gentle as he could. Making sure that powder was spread evenly over the agonised insides of his stretched tailhole.

Emilio whimpered and cried through it all. He had thought his cock had been painful enough, but this was utterly unimaginable. His hands were balled into fists behind his back as he strained against the ropes that held them in place, but still he couldn’t break free.

His ears twitched as he heard the laughter from all around.

“Oh, he’s enjoying that. Look at him squirm.”

“Keep going. Get it in deeper.”

“Where else do you think?”

“How about his paws?”

Emilio cried out again as he felt hands grip onto his paws. He tried to thrash and kick, but he was stilled by another painful thrust into his tailhole, pushing that burn in deeper to his prostate. He then felt the powder sprinkled liberally onto his pawpads, followed by a gloved hand to rub it in.

The wolf squeaked and yelped, his paws twitching fitfully as they released him again. He tried to find the backboard with his paws, rubbing them desperately onto the wooden bedposts, but nothing was enough. He rubbed and rubbed, but the itch didn’t diminish. And it certainly did nothing for his pained cock and balls, or his tailhole.

The torment was ever growing for Emilio. The tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now. He’d even given up howling out in pain, instead clenching his jaw hard and gritting his teeth in a desperate attempt to distract his mind from it all. It didn’t work. It hurt too badly.

He could barely even feel the cock buried in his ass anymore. He had no idea whose it was. It could have been the horse’s again for all he knew. The only sensation he felt was the burning itch.

Vaguely he was aware of the panting and grunting around him. He could tell there were multiple voices all joining in, but he couldn’t differentiate between them.

With every thrust from behind him, he was pushed across the mattress a little, just a couple of centimetres back and forth, but it caused his cock to rub over the sheets. Every movement was another burst of furious itching, a new flare of pain to deal with.

Emilio didn’t even know how long they were like that for. Time didn’t seem to matter anymore. There was just pain and burning embarrassment. But finally, it did come towards an end. The thrusts against him briefly sped up, before there was a satisfied groan from behind him. Someone slapped his rump hard, making the wolf yelp out again. Then they withdrew, leaving his aching tailhole to leak from the canine’s cum again from earlier, now tinged with the specks of itching powder that hadn’t stuck to his slicked insides.

He thought the humiliation ended there, but a few moments later he heard another pleasured moan, followed by another few. Cum streaked across his back again and again as they all jerked off over him, coating his back in their seed. Emilio didn’t know how long they had been at him, if they were all able to cum again, but he could feel it trickling through his fur and down onto the sheets.

They all crowed their success. What sounded like high fives followed as they all boated about their conquest of the whimpering wolf as though he wasn’t even there. Then, finally, the all left him. The door was closed behind them and soon after the sounds of the shower in the next room started. And Emilio was left there to suffer longer, trying to grind his aching cock into the mattress to soothe the itching, but nothing worked. He struggled with the bonds on his wrists, but still it was a futile effort. They hadn’t loosened them at all.

Eventually, Emilio was able to roll onto his back, hoping that the cool air would help ease the pain. He whined as the gentle breeze brushed against his erect cock. It soothed it somewhat, not having the sheets constantly rubbing against it, but it was far from perfect. He scratched his paws furiously against the mattress. After what felt like an age, that itch slowly started to recede. And still he was left by himself, until finally the sounds of showering in the next room ceased.

At least another half hour passed before all his abusers were out of earshot. The front door to the apartment closed, and footsteps approached Aaron’s room once more. Emilio cringed as he heard them getting nearer. The door opened and someone tugged at his leash, which in turn yanked his collar around his neck, forcing him to follow.

“Come on,” Aaron barked.

Emilio whimpered as he was forced up to his paws, his pads stinging as they pressed into the hard, laminate flooring. He resisted the urge to scrape them back and forth to try to clean off the lingering powder.

Still blinded, the wolf was pulled through the apartment. Dazed, Emilio couldn’t even be sure where he was being led until he felt the cold tiles beneath his paws. The floor was wet already, and the wolf cried out in relief as the damp floor washed over his tortured paws. The itching ceased completely as the powder started to dissolve and wash away.

With little ceremony, Emilio was shoved into the large shower. The blindfold was ripped from his face a moment later. The wolf flung an arm in front of his face to shield himself from the sudden light. By the time the arm was withdrawn and he blinked out to look around the bathroom, Aaron was already gone, the door slamming behind him.

Emilio sunk down to his haunches and sat in the shower. He reached up for the taps and turned the water on full, not caring that it was icy cold. Closing his eyes and leaning back, he let the water wash over him, finally soothing his aching crotch. His hand lightly rubbed over his cock so that he could clean it, but despite his erection he found no desire to bring himself to release. He just didn’t have the energy for it. Instead he fingered around the cock ring before he found the release, letting the small piece of metal fall to the shower tiles with a gentle clink. He then weakly tossed it up so it landed next to the sink before he forgot all about it. Slowly his cock began to soften and shrink back into his sheath.

After ten minutes of sitting still, he slowly rose to his knees and leaned forward, lifting his tail up so that he could use a couple of fingers to clean up his tailhole. He whimpered as he did so. It wasn’t just the powder that made him sore back there. His abusers had been rough, not caring at all about his wellbeing as they’d used him. He was sure there had to be a bit of blood, but he kept his eyes closed and didn’t look back, not wanting to confirm that either way.

Next he worked on cleaning his fur of the cum before it caked in. It took almost twenty minutes of vigorous shampooing, but finally he was confident that he’d gotten it all out. He stood up on shaking legs and slowly crept out of the shower, turning off the icy water behind him. He found a towel and started to pat himself dry, shivering as the coarse material brushed over his sheath. His cock didn’t stir at all.

He hadn’t been provided with any clothes, so Emilio tied the towel around his waist and slowly snuck out of the bathroom. Aaron wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but he could hear the washing machine spinning from inside the laundry. He fled to his room and closed the door behind him, before flinging himself onto his bed and curling up in a tight ball.

Never again.

***

Emilio was bored. He lay back on the sofa and stretched his legs out. His laptop lay open on the coffee table as the wolf idly browsed. Out of habit alone, he started to browse his favourite porn sites, and his hand started to sink down to his crotch. But then his eyes flicked up to see what was on the shelf above the TV and his ears folded down onto the top of his head. It was impossible to miss the pot of the itching powder that had been used on him so cruelly. Aaron had placed several of them around the apartment; a reminder for what could happen if he was caught with his cock out.

The wolf whined and closed out of that tab, opening up a job searching website instead. His hand lingered at his crotch for a moment longer, before being balled up into a fist. He couldn’t give Aaron that excuse.

Never again.