Epilogue

(Friends Part 2)

By DirtCoyote

Hugo laughed, catching sight of Daisy stepping out of her car just as he was pulling up. Her short brown muzzle followed him all the way as he pulled in, a curious smile on her own face. She closed the door to her pickup, walking to his little hybrid and watched him step out of it. The cacomistle brought his wrist to his nose, checking the time on his smartwatch.

"Did he misschedule us?" Hugo asked, seeing the reminder for 4pm sharp.

Daisy shrugged her shoulders, "You know Carl. If this wasn't a slip of his mind, then he's probably got something planned."

Hugo chuckled at that, making sure his little yellow bowtie was on straight. He'd dressed much more formally than the ferret, walking to him with jeans and a short blue blouse on. He adjusted his slacks, slightly wrinkled from the long drive out to Carl's house.

Remembering his manners, he placed a couple quick pecks on her cheeks while she did the same. They smiled slyly at each other, Hugo catching the distinct scent of female arousal. She must've been playing with herself on the drive up, and he'd be lying if he said he didn’t do the same himself; one paw on the steering wheel and one pumping his cock.

Daisy cocked her head towards the front and said, "Shall we head inside?"

Hugo nodded and the two approached the door together paw in paw. Right as he hit the doorbell did the camera whir to life. They both waved and the door was unlocked. Behind it stood Everett, smiling brightly in a maid's outfit.

"Master. Mistress," he greeted, bowing his head respectively and splaying the frills at the bottom of the skirt.

Both nodded back firmly, Hugo peering over the maned wolf's shoulder to see if Carl was standing around. When he was sure he wasn't, he leaned in to give him a tight hug. Daisy must've been thinking the same thing, coming up to his other side and wrapped her paws around him as well.

He squirmed a little at the embrace, ears folded and muzzle flushed. They were wrapped around easily by his long arms, paws rubbing their back warmly. Carl could be a little strict keeping up an act of subservience, but Hugo didn't see the harm in being familiar when they weren't playing.

"My god, you've gotten big," Daisy commented before releasing him. "And your mane is growing out so well."

Hugo was slow letting go, always enjoying Everett’s touch. He could see the young adult was short circuiting at all the gushy attention and decided to hold back his comment about the missing brown cubfur. Over the past six months that he'd been formally introduced, Everett had really matured.

"Master is expecting both of you out back," Everett said, bowing politely and turning to face the patio.

So formal.

As they walked to the back, Hugo leaned in and whispered into Daisy's ear, "So, I've never requested maid outfits. Is that Carl's thing or..."

She chuckled and shrugged, "What? I'm allowed to have some kinks too. I like me a guy in drag."

Hugo nodded and licked his lips. Everett did look good in the dress. His long bushy tail lifted the backside of the frills, giving a clear view of the lace underneath. Carl really did go all out when it came to indulging himself and everyone else's desires.

It was no secret, at least in the office, the situation between Carl and Everett. Hugo had been one of the first invited over for dinner only to be served by his naked son. The younger maned wolf took care of their needs in nothing but a collar, and after food was finished, he proceeded to take care of anything else Hugo required. It had shocked the cacomistle at first, but after a few sessions with his son, he didn't have much argument against it.

No one did. One by one, each team member was brought in and introduced to Carl's little fundraiser. Five bucks got you an hour with Everett in the basement, all made to pay back the costs of the destroyed tablet. Everyone was eager to help the boy reach his $20,000 bill in any way they could.

Water-cooler conversations had become more open, coders joking about things they've done with Everett. Jafari had quite the thing for sticking his long long tongue in places no one else could reach. Andre, the fat boar that he was, loved to cover himself in whipped cream, peanut butter, and all sorts of messy foods before Everett would lick it clean off of him. Everywhere, as he described. Even Samantha liked it when the maned wolf was sucking on her massive bovine tits while breeding her deeply. Everyone had their thing.

Only rumors went around about what Jonah was stopping by for. The spreadsheet they'd been given to schedule appointments was flooded with Jonah's name. That raccoon had some twisted desires, booking him for hours at a time. Carl once had to postpone a meeting Hugo had with Everett, explaining only with, "He's gonna need a little bit to clean up. Jonah just got finished with him."

All in all though, Everett didn't seem to mind much of anything. Hugo liked that, letting himself explore some of his wildest fantasies with him. He'd never thought of himself as a dom, but anyone's mind would be changed if they had access to what Carl was offering.

"Good afternoon!" Carl beamed brightly, standing from his patio chair. 

The maned wolf was dressed in his typical attire, a tanktop and jorts. Rising slowly at his side was Pet, as Hugo got to know him. The fox behind the puphood was rarely out of character, always acting like a feral for everyone. He seemed excited to see the two, tail wagging furiously behind him while he remained planted on his haunches. The only thing on him that wasn't gear was the silver ring he and Everett shared.

"It's almost evening," Daisy griped, walking to Carl and exchanging pecks. "I hope you have dinner planned."

Hugo was slow getting used to the ferret's more dominant attitude outside of the office. Even though the maned wolf was almost a foot taller than her, he dipped his muzzle and said apologetically, "There'll be dinner served soon. Salmon tonight."

She nodded in approval just as Carl moved past her to greet Hugo. The cacomistle was given his own hug and some kisses on his whiskers before he pulled back. His scent was heavy on him, the sly tell of an inflating sheath. They were all pretty excited to see each other.

"So, I get the feeling you've got something special planned," Hugo said, giving a glance to Daisy.

Carl snapped his finger several times, feigning jogging his memory. "Right right, I made a bit of a mistake on the spreadsheet. Everett's busy tonight," his attention turned to the scantily dressed maned wolf still standing at attention. "So I thought I could sub in for him instead."

Sub in?

It was pretty obvious that Carl had been itching to be on the receiving end. Hugo could always tell by the way he watched them voyeuristically as they used his son. His mouth was always watering and he would gnaw at his lip in envy. Course, he couldn't just outright say that and had to concoct a little plan.

"I think you'll do just fine," Daisy said, wrapping a paw around Carl's waist.

Hugo couldn't resist himself, reaching forward and rubbing at Carl's chest. The tank top’s neck hung low enough for him to run his paw through the fur draping out. The tall maned wolf shuddered at that. It looked like he was about to burst out of his clothes altogether if he didn't hold himself back.

With a couple nods, Carl muttered, "I'll just be a second. Pet." The fox beneath got on all fours, following him back inside the house. Without even turning his head, he called back, "Drinks."

Everett turned his attention to the two of them like a server. "What can I get you?" he asked with his muzzle dipped.

"Iced Tea, please," Hugo said, taking Carl's empty seat.

Daisy took the one across and flatly said, "Corona with lime." then snapped her fingers twice.

As he went to take their orders, Hugo turned to face Daisy with a grin and a raised eyebrow. She held her paws up defensively and said, "I like to play the part of mistress when I'm here. Let me have my fun. Girls got their things too"

When Everett returned with the drinks, Hugo ushered him to take a seat himself. He did, but not without some hesitation. "Busy tonight?" the cacomistle asked.

"Yeah," he replied, putting a paw to the back of his head sheepishly. "Math homework. It's still kinda hard, but you really helped me get some of the concepts last time. Thanks for that."

Daisy leaned in, resting a paw on his arm. "Math doesn't come easy to everyone. Us computer nerds are just good at that stuff."

"Yeah," Hugo agreed and added his own two cents. "Everyone's really proud of you for taking the initiative to sign up for community college. Your dad can't stop talking about it."

“You mean, won’t shut up about it,” Daisy further clarified.

Both laughed, but Everett's creamy muzzle was a bright shade of pink. He couldn't keep his toothy grin off his muzzle. "Yeah, I'm glad I went back. The workload is much more manageable than Uni and even Billy— err, Pet, is gonna start classes next semester once he gets fully moved in."

Hugo chuckled at the slip-up, now only remembering the fox's real name. They sat for a minute, exchanging their weeks before Pet came back out onto the deck. He approached Daisy's side, giving her a couple nuzzles before flipping his head towards the door.

"Guess he's ready for us," she said, finishing her beer before setting it on the table.

All three rose, Hugo and Daisy heading towards the glass while Everett picked up the emptied drinks. As the maned wolf walked past him, Hugo grabbed his arm and whispered, "If you need any help after dinner, just ask and I'll stick around."

Everett's head bobbed up and down, ears flush against his head. He was shy and respectful, definitely not the brat Carl had made him out to be months ago. With a patting touch, they seperated with Pet leading the way for him and Daisy. They got to the basement where the pup stopped and grabbed the door handle with his maw, and twisted it open. He was careful on all fours with the stairs.

Down the steps they went, paw in paw. Hugo's ears were perked in anticipation, excited to see what Carl had in store. There was a giddiness to it all, like this was the first time he was going to be doing stuff with him. When they reached the bottom, all that he was excited for was there and more.

Carl was standing in the center of the room, completely stripped down. Around his neck was his black leather collar with the solid platinum tag dangling off the ring. Steel nose hooks were inside of his nostrils, pulled back by an elastic strap that attached to the back of his collar. Over his eyes was a black blindfold with metal studs lining it's edges. His wrists and ankles were covered in matching bracers with loops to lock them to whatever they deemed fit. 

Despite his cock poking out of his sheath, the maned wolf looked somewhat nervous in his position. His ears were splayed, and his paws fidgeted nervously against one another. He looked nothing like the Great Carl Flacks. Instead, he had his tail tucked between his legs and was waiting patiently at the whims of his new master and mistress.

"Well well, what do we have here?" Hugo asked as he strode forward. Immediately, that got a squirm out of Carl.

Pet nudged at Hugo's side, stopping him from going any further. "Oh, right," he coughed.

The fox on his knees pointed towards an end table with a mason jar atop. Hugo pulled out his wallet and reached in to grab a bill. "Want me to spot you?" he asked as he pulled out a ten. She shook her head, already slipping out a twenty dollar bill she had tucked in her bra. They both paid their due and Pet ducked his head before leaving them.

Daisy got to Carl first, a little quicker with her steps. She brought her paw up to his tag and inspected it. "Master? Doesn't look much like a master to me."

Carl didn't speak, but a whimper escaped out of his maw. Hugo reached up, grabbing hold of one of his nipples and pinching it between his fingers. He twisted softly, but the maned wolf shuffled his feet like he was being sent past the edge. "Doesn't look like any master I've ever seen. Do you think you're a master?"

"N-no," he sputtered, Carl's voice higher pitched than he'd ever heard it. "It's just what the collar says."

Daisy's paw jutted forward and she grabbed the canine by his heavy nutsack and tugged. Carl's immediate reaction was to jump, and his balls were pulled in her grasp. He let out a squeak, but otherwise kept his muzzle shut. Daisy asked, words deep, "So what are you then?"

Her grip was right at the root. His peach sized nutsack hung tightly beneath her fingers. Despite the rough treatment, his cock was betraying him more and more each second. Pre dribbled out the tip like she was forcing it out of him. More inches rose from the base of his sheath.

"I'm your slave," he answered meekly.

She had to get to the tips of her toes, but she reached up and patted his cheek. "Good boy."

He couldn't keep the dumb grin from forming on his face. God, Hugo couldn't help but admire how easily Daisy pulled off the role of Mistress. He'd have to take some tips from her if he was gonna have Carl eating out of his paw. Suddenly, the clothes he was wearing felt too tight on him.

"Need some help?" Hugo asked, already undoing his bowtie. 

"I got this. Just keep him busy," she said, pulling the blouse above her head.

Hugo turned his attention to Carl and nodded. "Yes ma'am."

It was easy enough to strip with one paw. His other held Carl's cock, wrapping his paw around it and giving him soft teasing pumps. He made sure his grip wasn't too tight, only intending to coax him out of his sheath rather than get him off. The maned wolf could barely contain himself, looking like he was gonna stroke himself off if Hugo didn't do anything more with him.

"Keep your arms to your sides. I don't wanna see you on your cock once tonight," Hugo ordered, barely believing it was his own voice.

Carl straightened out instantly, back arching. He did as he was told, making a solid stance with his heels touching beneath him. For someone so used to playing the dom, he sure knew how to take an order. Drool ran down the sides of his lips.

By the time that Hugo's pants were kicked aside, Carl was fully out. His shirt was tossed to the floor as well, only left in his underwear. "Ooo-lala," Daisy said, coming up from behind. "You came prepared."

Hugo's ears went flush at that. He turned his head, seeing Daisy eyeing his bare ass. Only his front was covered by a black spandex jockstrap. The front bulged with his erection with droplets of pre already dripped through the fabric. He held up a finger to his lips, only saying, "they're more for him than me."

It was day five for the jockstrap that he'd been edging himself in preparation for tonight. It was just a surprise bonus that it would be for Carl instead of Everett, planned. The maned wolf fidgeted where he stood, not sure what the two were speaking about. He'd find out soon enough.

"Where do we start?" Hugo asked, already anxious to stuff himself in something.

Daisy stepped to Carl, getting by his side as she said, "How about you get me warmed up first?"

She grabbed the maned wolf's lanky wrist, pulling it close. Touching her fingers to him, she guided his digits against the edges of her opening. The cream on his muzzle instantly blossomed shades of cherry as he felt her hot flesh. He knew what she wanted and began to rub at her unprompted.

Hugo, knowing the maned wolf had two functioning paws, got to his other side. He grabbed his wrist and pulled it to his shaft. The tips of his fingers traced along the bulge in his jockstrap. Just wanting to keep himself to a tease, he left it on and only humped at his open palm.

Both Daisy and Hugo's paws met as they reached for Carl's tip at the same time. She pulled back, relinquishing her control and moved to his balls instead. Together, they stroked his cock and played with his balls. Unable to do much but let them touch him, he melted in their paws and became a huffy panting mess.

"I think, Master, likes this," she said, mocking the name on the tag.

Hugo could sense it in his paws. Master, as he was called, wasn't going to last much longer. Just being in the vulnerable position was taking him close to the edge, and the cacomistle didn't want him to climax too soon. He reached over and grabbed at Daisy's wrist, giving her a sly smile she understood instantly.

"Alright, that's enough of that," she said, and then with no warning, slapped the underside of his sack.

It wasn't soft at all.

Master let out a cry, it echoing harshly against the basement walls. His balls bounced up and the maned wolf's knees buckled. Master was halfway to the floor before she took him the rest of the way down. "On your hands and knees, slave," she ordered. He didn't dare rise, skittering into position. All he could do was gasp for breath as she stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar.

She left his muzzle forward, pulling him around until his nose was pressed right up against her clit. Still panting hard, he was forced to breathe in Daisy's scent. Hugo could make it out from where he stood, and had no doubt it was completely flooding all of his senses. He didn't want to be left out of the fun.

"What're you doing?" The cacomistle growled, standing behind Master. With both paws, he grabbed each of his balls and squeezed them in his palms. His claws dug in slightly, not enough to pierce, but certainly enough to agitate his already sour plums. "Don't just wait to be told. Lick her."

Master was whining, claws scraping against the floor audibly. His sensitive balls must've been aching some fierce behind the furred sack, but he did as he was told and dove into her. Between his sloppy slurps were whimpers and murmurs. Daisy looked up at Hugo, mouthing a thanks with that coy smile she wore so well. Then her head lulled backward as she moaned in pleasure.

Slowly, he released his balls, leaving with another hearty slap before turning his attention to his own needs. He wanted so badly to take Master's tight hole, but it was still too soon to mount him. Besides, he didn't feel like the slave was quite submissive enough to have earned it.

Walking to the rack, he browsed through the paddles and toys that lined the walls. Flogs, whips, paddles, and crops hung off metal hooks, waiting to enact some punishment. Instead though, he turned to a tray sitting on the workbench. Icy cold stainless steel devices sat patiently, waiting for their turn for action. Today would be their day.

"First things first," Hugo said, snatching a black rubber ring hanging freely above the table.

He strode back to Master, still eating out Daisy hungrily. Hugo grabbed the maned wolf's balls and cock, pulling them away from his body. Despite (or inspite of) the ball torture, his staff was still hard as ever. Pre leaked out the tip from the attention, a spray pitter pattering the ground underneath. He was quite the faucet.

"Let's get this under control," Hugo laughed before wrapping the cock ring over his manhood.

It fit, but just barely. His balls bulged in his sack and his dick bobbed about away from his body. He was still quite drippy as he let it go, watching it dangle underneath him larger than it has been before. Master was massive in length and girth, but what had once attributed to a show of dominance now resembled the neediness of a submissive pup.

Hugo left, only to return shortly with lube on his fingers and a pinwheel spur. Daisy was still enjoying the attention of his tongue, but didn't seem to have gotten far into her pleasure. Her moans were softer than what he'd thought they should be, undoubtedly the maned wolf growing a little tired with his untrained maw. He'd need some reinforcement.

Touching a finger up to Master's tailhole, the cacomistle began to rub in the lube on his fingers into his sensitive hole. "What's a matter, pup? Can't lick pussy without feeling something in your backside?" Hugo asked, trying his best to slip into the low growl Daisy did so well.

Master flinched at that, but otherwise continued to do as he'd done. His tail arched, but he made now move to swat away his paw. Hugo just slid a finger inside of him, a little easier than he'd thought possible. This maned wolf really was eager to be filled.

"C'mon. Get in there nice and good," Daisy urged, noticing him pressed his muzzle tighter against her sex.

Only responding to Hugo's words, she didn't even look down as she grabbed both of his ears and forced his muzzle from pulling back. Another finger went in, almost easier than the last. Master's hole greedily disappeared it from sight. Before he'd get the third in, Hugo brought the spur up to the maned wolf's flank.

Between the ferret's legs came a high pitched squeal, something he'd never imagine Carl could make. As their willing slave though, Master squirmed and wriggled, his knees scraping against the concrete floor as he tried to pull away from the sharp touch. Neither Daisy nor Hugo let him.

Hugo curled his fingers around the lupine's insides, taking a step forward to assert himself. Daisy had his ears in a tight grip, the only oxygen he could get was through his nose surrounded by the ferret's short brown pubic fur. Master was left at the mercy of the two and they had very little to spare.

Slowly, the spur traced up the maned wolf's fur. He could feel his loose hole now tight around his fingers. Hugo thought he wouldn't be able to pull himself free if he even wanted to, but he continued to drag the sharp tips over him. After another traced line pierced through his fur, Hugo commanded, "It's not gonna stop until she's finished her first."

That did the trick. Now, whether he was tired or not, he ate at her with a renewed vigor. Immediately, Daisy responded in moans and growls of pleasure. Her hips bucked into him, using his slender muzzle to spread her open and push his tongue deeper into her. Though he was doing better, Hugo kept to his word.

Before Carl had approached him with Slave and Pet, the cacomistle had little experience in BDSM. He'd enjoyed the occasional handcuffs and spanking, but was largely unfamiliar. Now with Master underneath him, he had learned to enjoy the sadistic pleasure of making someone else squirm helplessly. So he had very little reservations when the point tips of the pinwheel trailed dangerously towards his bound nutsack.

A new flurry of loud whines filled the room. His muffled cries were wet with his own spit and Daisy's juices. Not sure if it was from the slaves cries or from his shakey muzzle, but the ferret shuddered and clenched her teeth. Her moans were just as loud and Hugo had no doubt that she had just orgasmed right into the maned wolf's muzzle.

She released his ears just as Hugo pulled the spur back. Master had slowly stopped his whimpering, but continued to lick up her against the lips of her pussy. His tailhole unclenched and the fingers were slowly pulled out of him. Casually, Hugo walked over to the table to put the tool away. Daisy slapped his arm playfully on the way there, a smile thanking him for the extra motivation. He blushed and nodded in return.

Daisy stepped back, leaving Master shaking and panting with muzzle hanging towards the floor. Hugo certainly hoped he hadn't gone too far, but the drip drops of pre told him he hadn't. If anything, the maned wolf just needed a breather. He gave it to him, but just for a second.

"Hope you're not done," Hugo said, grabbing the strap of the nosehooks and lifting his head up with it. "We're just getting started."

The front jockstrap he had on was pressed against the maned wolf's face. The pre and fabric were smeared into his pulled nostrils. With the quick break, Master had recovered and knew what the cacomistle wanted from him. He breathed in deep, replacing Daisy's heavy scent with the masculine stench of his worn underwear.

Hugo had this pair readied for him. Everyday this week, he wore the same jockstrap while working out at the gym. He'd leave it outside of his dirty laundry, hung to get some air before putting it back on today just for Everett. Now, it was Master breathing in his thick musk.

"Take it all in, slave. Big long breaths," he ordered and the maned wolf obeyed.

The front fabric was stretched, his cock eager to be released. Finally feeling it necessary, he pulled it down to reveal his manhood. Despite his short stature, he was rather big. Seven inches hung outside the jockstrap, bobbing close to Master's nose. He gave it a tug to coax a bead of pre forth.

Not wanting him to miss out on the jockstrap, he stepped forward and pressed his balls against the maned wolf's nose where the front of the band. He rested his cock over Master's snout, his crown touching up against the blindfold and smearing pre into it. Master hardly seemed to notice, just whiffing in the cacomistle's scent.

"Look at him," Daisy chuckled, stepping to Hugo's side. She rubbed at Master's ear gently, a soft purr in her voice, "He needs that dick bad."

Master did look it, though he was mostly focusing on the balls his nose was under. The drool still dripping from his muzzle told him how much he needed to be penetrated and Hugo was more than eager to provide. His cock felt that similar ache of release he knew the slave underneath him begged for.

His eyes lingered around the room a second. All the different things he could strap the maned wolf into. There was the cross he could picture tying him up to and taking him from behind while standing. The wooden horse was easily another option, something that would give Daisy more reign of control while he fucked him, though he'd need a stool for himself to stand on. Then he saw it clearly and had an idea.

"Up," Hugo ordered, though Master wasn't immediately responsive. He was still mesmerized with his scent, fog heavy head stuck in the first order. Both Daisy and Hugo had to grab him each by an arm to hoist him up. Though he was taller, he managed to get the remaining inches to his full height on his own.

Hugo nodded to the side, and the ferret was quick to agree. They led him, each at his side until he was brought to the hanging sling of a leather seat. Both spun him around before pushing him into it, chains rattling as he fell in. He swung in the sling for a second, trying to catch his bearing.

They helped him into it, though it wasn't easy. His paws went to the leather straps well enough. It was his massive trunks that took effort. Together, they lifted his legs up individually and strapped them to the chains that dangle above. Each time, both strained and Master helped as weakly as he could. With the final buckle in place, the maned wolf was ready.

All four of his limbs were above him, each attached to a corner of the sling. His back was firmly in the seat beneath him. Testing it out, he tried wriggling around in it to see if he could get into a better position. With only his own arms and legs for support, he was unable to even pull himself up to seat his ass. No, it remained exposed, hanging out for whatever they wanted to do to him.

"Get us started," Daisy said, giving a pat to Hugo's arm. "I'll be back in a second."

Master was at the perfect height for Hugo. He wondered if he planned for this; Carl always thinking a step ahead of everyone. His tail lay uncurled on the floor, too much effort to bring it up to defend himself. Not that he would want to. The maned wolf's cock was still full staffed with the ring at its base keeping him from getting soft.

"I think you earned this," Hugo said with a sadistic grin. Though Master couldn't see it, he smiled as if he sensed it.

The jockstrap went down between his legs. He stepped a foot out of each band, and wished he had Slave with him. It felt beneath him to bend over, but he did so anyways and held it in his paws. Taking a deep sniff of his own funk, he pressed it to his lips before holding it up for Master.

He couldn't see, but the maned wolf lifted his head to follow the scent and sound. God, his nose was good. Hugo waggled it around a second before leaning in and touching it to his nose. Master sniffed and murmured in pleasure. Without anymore teasing, he wrapped the straps to his ears and made sure the jock's front was secure to his muzzle. It's all he'd be breathing in now.

"Good slave. Take it all in."

As he pulled his chest back, he moved his hips forward, aligning his cock right up against the still wet tailhole. The crown slipped in without him even meaning to. Master purred out a moan, letting his head slide back. Grabbing him by his sides, the cacomistle pulled himself forward, dragging the slung slave in with him. The chains rattled with him.

Slowly, he began to thrust his hips back and forth. After every pull back, he would push forward another inch into him. Master wrapped his paws around the chains, holding them as he was swung in and out of his thrusts. His tailhole was eager and able to take in all of the cacomistle's cock right to the hilt.

Getting into it, he began to lean into his thrusts. With his paws gripped at either of Master's sides, he rocked into the slaves ass. Hugo's short tongue stuck out of his muzzle, bobbing slightly as he let out a pant. His balls slapped audibly against his ass every time that he beat into him.

Before he could get too carried away, a paw touched his shoulder. "Easy there, buddy. Don't get too far ahead without me," Daisy chuckled. 

Hugo was pulled back, his humps lessened to Master's dispare. As he looked to Daisy, she noticed her other paw. In it was a canid dildo, as long as the maned wolf's, but nearly as girthy. Strings of lube roped down from it, leaving lined puddles from where she walked. At the base, it was attached to a strap-on tied around her hips. The slight hum of something underneath told him she was filled with something at the other end.

She murmured and pushed Hugo to the side, but not so much that he was freed from Master's ass. Just enough so that she could stand comfortably by him as she lined the dildo against the side of the cacomistle's cock. Master felt it and whimpered, only having a vague idea what was going on.

Daisy pushed, the head of the dildo meeting some resistance. Now Master's tailhole didn't feel quite as loose to Hugo. With the added member, the two cocks struggled to fit inside of him. His maw went agape, tongue hanging out as he began to pant harder than before. Just as the head made its way in, he let out a high pitched cry, "Too much!"

Both Daisy and Hugo stood still, holding for a second as Master started to tense. He was sure that one of them would have to pull out, but Daisy just shushed him and said, "Just relax big guy. Take it easy."

With that, she reached up and grabbed the foot closest to her muzzle. She started with a massage, thumbing against his pads in slow firm circles. Then she leaned in and began to lick at his sole lovingly. Hugo saw and then looked at the paw next to him. He mimicked her.

Hugo wasn't much for paws, but he didn't mind licking his feet just to calm him down. He dragged his tongue carefully, noticing where spots were too sensitive and avoided them. His toes curled and he gave them quick little pecks and suckles. Master unclenched, but still remained panting like a feral. Though it wasn't his place to say, he gave them a nod to let them know he was ready.

Daisy, muzzle still planted at the bottom of his foot, pushed in another inch of the strap-on. Hugo felt the tightness increase, but Master didn't cry out again. No, instead, he let out a long loving moan. Hugo loved the feeling of it dragging against his cock and moaned himself. So did Daisy, feeling whatever toy was inside of her push deep into herself as she applied pressure.

"Care to join?" She asked Hugo just as the toy hilted inside of him.

He nodded and together, they pulled back. "Oh God, fuck me," Master begged.

Both were mostly in sync as they obliged him. They thrust their hips forward, filling the maned wolf's rectum. His hole was still tight, but the quicker they moved, the easier it became to stuff him. After a minute, Hugo was moving just as hard and fast as he had earlier. He was rapidly approaching his climax.

Now, Master had become a mess. He was crying out loud, drool flinging off of his tongue and all over himself. His moans and whimpers echoed in the room and he begged for more. Without holding back the slightest, he degraded himself for them. Up and down, his cock bounced and throbbed with every buck into the air.

"God yes! Fuck me like a barn animal! I'm a nasty slave that needs to be put in its place! Take me for all that I'm worth and then some! I need this! I'll do anything! I'm your useless toy to be played with! Split me open and leave me ruined!"

Daisy's motions became rapid. Not even Hugo could keep up with her as she fucked Master. She seemed to be enjoying this extra level of humiliation he was putting on himself. He watched as her legs buckled, and the scent of her second orgasm became clear, but she did not slow down the slightest.

One paw clutched at Master's paw, claws digging into the sole of his foot. Another reached up to her breast, squeezing it tightly. She rubbed into her nipple and pinched at it. Not wanting her to feel alone in her self pleasure, Hugo dove his muzzle to her and forced her into a violent kiss.

She accepted it and kissed back. Their tongues fighting against one another was all the sensation he needed to breach the point of no return. Through their uneven thrusts, he felt the first shot of cum shoot straight into Master's ass. His load was large and his insides were filled enough as it was.

Cum sloppily poured out onto the concrete basement floor. Every thrust Daisy and Hugo made added more onto the floor. They moaned into each other's muzzles, not willing to break the kiss just yet. Hugo's eyes were clenched so tight, it made his head spin.

Master could be heard shaking against the chains. The sound of his cock slapping against his own belly mixed with the rattles. His hole was squeezing on his cock, milking it for all that it was worth. It felt like his orgasm was going on for hours.

Daisy moved first, pulling out of the kiss as she pulled out of Master. Hugo groaned as he felt the ridges of the dildo overstimulate his cock still buried in him. Just as the head popped out came a splatter of more cum. Hugo didn't think he could have possibly made that much, but maybe just lacked the right tailhole until now.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was Master’s cock. The massive girth was still twitching, cum drooling out the tip post orgasm. Up and down his chest, muzzle, mane, and ears dangled long strands of his seed. The blindfold and collar were soaked in jizz. The largest puddle was on his stomach, where it gathered and stickied the fur.

Hugo sighed in relief, feeling the post orgasm afterglow tingle throughout his entire body. When he pulled back, he nearly stumbled. Daisy slung an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a side hug to steady themselves. Master audibly licked at his own muzzle, trying his best to clean off his own mess.

"Whelp, that was the first half hour," Daisy announced, looking down on Master in his seat. "What should we do next?"

Hugo nudged her side, a coy smile running up the side of his lip, "I dunno about you, but I don't remember saying he could cum."

Master could sense their eyes on him. He could feel their deviant thoughts before they even began. And in it, he grinned a wicked grin himself.