The hubbub of the cafeteria made it difficult to have a conversation without adding to the din\. Decro didn’t mind, though\. Sitting alone at lunch meant that he could tune out the incessant chatter and get lost in his daydreams\. That is, until his reverie was interrupted\.

“Dude, he’s in his own world\.”

“You sure you want to invite this dork?”

The wolf looked up to see Asher and his usual gang\.

“What do you want?” he said, sneering silently\.

The jocks didn’t have a great reputation when it came to treating the classmates they considered too “uncool” for their company\. Asher, the doberman, was the leader of their group\.

“Shut up guys,” Asher scolded his friends, shooting them dirty looks\. He turned back to the wolf\. “Sorry about that\. Decro, right?”

“Uh huh?”

“Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I’d like to get to know you better\.”

“Okay?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to come to my birthday party tonight\.”

“Uh…”

“He’d rather stay home and do homework\.” Asher's lizard friend took a dig at him\.

“I’m serious\. Quit it\.” The doberman turned back to the wolf\. “Noctem, tonight at 10\. You up for it?”

Decro hesitated\.

“I bet he doesn’t even know what that is\.”

“Of course I do,” the wolf retorted\.

“Really? It might be too cool for you, dork\.”

“Jespar\!” Asher shouted\.

Decro could feel the other students staring at him\. “Yeah, you have a problem with that?”

“Problem? You’re the one who’s going to be out\-of\-place once you’re at—”

“I’m going\. What are you going to do about it?”

The wolf glared at the lizard\. The lizard glared back until Asher pushed him aside\.

“I’m so fucking sorry\. I didn’t think… I mean… look, it’s okay if you don’t want to come anymore\. I blew my chances with this\.”

“I’ll come\.”

“You mean it?” Asher smiled\.

“Yeah, sure,” Decro said coolly\.

“Catch ya there then\!”

The doberman herded his friends away from the wolf’s table\. Decro focused on his lunch, thankful that his white fur hid his blush\.

The wolf could feel the eager thumping of his heart in his chest\. If he was honest with himself, he did think the doberman was incredibly charming and cute\.

He needed to make a good impression tonight\. Taking out his phone, he opened his browser and searched “What is Noctem”\.

Casual clothes would be out of place at an exclusive nightclub like the Noctem\. From what Decro gleaned from adult forums, the club had a reputation for raunchy patrons and public kink play\. If the wolf wanted to impress Asher, he was going to have to fit in\.

A dive into the back of his closet helped him put an outfit together\. He was dressed in a mesh shirt, a cropped leather jacket for his top, then leather pants, a silver\-buckle belt, and high boots for his bottom\. He bought these months ago, but there was never an occasion to wear them\. At least now his outlandish outfit would be at home\.

He combed aside the fur on his right ear, revealing a piercing hole, which he dressed up with a claw earring\. Then he waxed his hair, giving it a “effortlessly tousled” appearance\. A spiked collar and studded gloves completed the look\.

By evening, Decro was at the entrance of North Light hotel, where the club was located\. The automatic doors were barely closed as people streamed in and out\. There were bellhops in their uniforms, hotel guests with their luggage, and clubbers dressed in punk attire\. There was no sign of Asher or his gang, but to be fair, the wolf was half an hour early\. Decro found a quiet corner in the hotel lobby and leaned on the wall, checking his phone every few minutes\.

9:40 PM\.

9:48 PM\.

9:53 PM\.

The minutes were ticking by slowly\.

9:57 PM\.

10:00 PM\.

10:03 PM\.

They were late\. Perhaps they’ve already gone in, and were waiting for Decro there? Or maybe they’ve started partying without him\. Asher's friends wouldn’t mind his absence, that much he gathered\. But Asher? Surely the doberman would be looking for him, or at least dropping him a text\. Decro looked at his phone\.

10:07 PM\.

The wolf left his corner to look around\. The left side of the main lobby led to the hotel reception and elevators, while the right side led to a corridor of luxury restaurants and shops selling branded goods\. Checking out the shops, he found the club\. “NOCTEM” read the black letters with neon blue backlighting\.

A queue of guests had already lined up in front of the entrance, pulling out a black and silver invitation card as they reached the bouncer\. Should he queue up to try to go in? But he didn’t have an invitation card\. Would the bouncer let him in if he said he was Asher's friend? Probably not\.

Decro checked his phone again\. It’s 10:25 PM, and there was no text from Asher saying that he’d be late\.

Maybe this was all a nasty prank\. Asher didn’t actually want him at his birthday party\. The invitation wasn’t real\. Nobody was coming\.

Nobody but him\.

He held back the tears welling up, channelling the emotions into a loaded sigh\. He wanted to go home\.

“Decro?” A hand rested on his shoulder\.

Decro turned around to see the doberman smiling at him\. His heart leapt, partly from seeing Asher's charming face, partly from the relief that his night was not a complete waste of time\.

“Asher,” the wolf said\. He blinked, hoping his almost\-tearing eyes didn’t give his emotions away\. “You’re here\.”

“Yeah, ‘course I’m here\.”

Behind the doberman was his usual gang and a crowd of at least 20 people\. Decro recognised several of them from various clubs like the football team, the student council, and other sports clubs\.

Asher caught him looking\. “It’s not a party if your friends aren’t there\.” He grinned\. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah, sure\.”

Decro blushed as the doberman pulled him to his side\. Skipping the queue with Asher's VIP card, the group was soon taking the elevator to the roof of the hotel\. Decro followed the group as they exited the elevator\.

Noctem greeted Decro with a rush of sights, sounds, and adrenaline\. The club was lit by flashing lights and neon strips\. A large abstract structure of intersecting cubes was pulsating with shots of bright laser lights\. The bass of the DJ’s set pulsed through the wolf’s body\. The smell of strong perfume and alcohol filled the club\.

“Come\!” shouted Asher over the noise\. “We have a lounge reserved\.”

As they made their way across the club, they pushed past people in leather harnesses and latex hoods\. Various furniture had cuffs dangling from their sides\. Metal frames stood throughout the club with heavy steel chains and shackles\. While one or two groups were already getting the action going, most were still warming up to the party mood; the night was still young\.

The lounge was a fancy room with plush couches and three round tables\. A large glass window allowed them to see the dance party happening below\. As they settled at the tables, a waiter came over to take their drink orders\.

“Anything I can get you guys?”

“Order as much as you want,” Asher piped up\. “Drinks are on me tonight\.” He flashes Decro a wink and the wolf blushed\.

After they finished their drinks and soaked up the vibes, Asher's friends dispersed\.

“Join us on the dance floor?” Asher asked Decro\.

“Uh, I don’t really dance when I go clubbing\.”

“What? But that’s the best part\!”

“I don’t know how to dance\.”

“Come on, I’ll teach you\.”

Decro followed him reluctantly\.

As the doberman started dancing, the wolf observed him and made similar moves in time with the music\.

“You’re a natural at this\.”

Decro blushed\. His body was pulsing, both from the booming music and the beat of his heart\. The alcohol he drank was boosting his confidence, but Asher's compliment was a full propulsion into a euphoric state\. The abstract cube structure spun above them, flashing its beams over the dancing figures below\.

The wolf enjoyed the dancing, with the doberman by his side\. They moved through “Summer Fling” and “Pump and Jump”, then a clubbing remix of “No Rose, No Regrets”\. He noticed the doberman moving closer to him until their bodies bumped into each other with each shake of his hips\. Asher noticed his bashfulness\.

“Don’t be shy,” he purred\.

He went behind Decro, put his hands on the wolf’s hips, and started grinding against his rear\. Decro let out a gasp of surprise and undeniable pleasure\.

“But we’re in public\.”

Asher rested his chin on Decro’s shoulder\. “We’re in Noctem,” he whispered\. He moved his hands up to Decro’s chest and gave his pecs a firm squeeze\.

If the wolf wasn’t visibly melting on the outside, he sure was on the inside\. His legs felt weak, and his shoulders were loose\. He leaned back and let some of his weight fall back against Asher’s chest\. Nobody was staring at them; in fact, most of them were engaged in even lewder acts of affection and intimacy\. People were making out, touching each other’s privates, and even using bondage gear on each other\.

Decro turned around\. As a wolf, he was slightly taller, so he looked down as he gazed into the doberman’s confident eyes\. His hands moved to Asher’s shoulders and gave them a firm squeeze\.

“I like your outfit\. Not something you see every day,” said the doberman\.

“I… wanted to dress up for the occasion\.”

“Glad you could make it\.”

Asher grinned and began fondling the wolf’s nipples through his mesh shirt\.

“A\-ah, fuck…” Decro moaned\. His hips were thrusting, thrown off beat by the primal instinct that’s rising within him\.

“You’re even cuter when you’re moaning like that\.”

The doberman’s hands caressed his pecs before moving down to his defined abs, also visible through his shirt\. Just a bit lower and he’d be at—

Putting one hand behind Decro’s head, Asher pulled the wolf in for a kiss\. Startled at first, the wolf began indulging in the kiss, too\. The doberman’s tongue plunged into his maw, dancing and twisting around his\. Colours spun in Decro’s vision until the wolf couldn’t tell which ones were from the club lights and which ones were from his blissful gaze\.

“Mfngg…” Decro moaned through the kiss\. His hands moved down the doberman’s back, squeezing and gripping his muscular lats\.

As they pulled out of the kiss, the two sat in the afterglow of pulsing lights and music\. Their bodies swayed to the reverberating beat of the current mix\.

Just then, Decro caught sight of the lizard from Asher’s group of friends, giving him a dirty look\. Asher turned around to see what the wolf was looking at\.

“Oh, that’s Jespar\.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t like me much, does he?”

Asher shrugs\. “Maybe he’s jealous\.”

“Jealous?”

“Jealous that I’d rather have you instead of him\.”

Decro’s pulse quickened\.

“Since when did you have feelings for me?”

“Few weeks ago\. Saw a cute wolf sitting by himself in class, doodling in his little notebook\. I wanted to approach, but I wasn’t ready\.”

“I thought your group didn’t like hanging out with nerds\.”

“You’re not really a nerd\. You’re pretty cool, actually\. You just haven’t found yourself a group of friends that you’re comfortable with\.”

“That’s good to know\. That you like me, I mean\.”

“Do you like me?”

“Y\-yeah\.” Decro nodded\. “I’ve noticed you since the start of the semester\. I always thought you looked so cool in your outfits\. Comfortable in your skin\.”

“Life’s too short to be unhappy\.” Asher looked around\. “Speaking of happy… want to go somewhere a little more… private?”

Decro immediately knew what he meant\.

“B—but… we…”

“C’mon\.”

Asher dived in for another kiss\. His hand groped the wolf’s crotch, feeling the bulge through the skin\-hugging leather pants\. When he was done with the kiss, Decro’s expression was glazed over\.

“Follow me\.”

He tugged on Decro’s collar and led him off the dance floor\. They weaved through the crowd and made their way down a corridor\. Going past the toilets, they came to a locked door\. Asher pulled out an access pass and tapped it on the scanner, unlocking the door\.

“This is for the staff,” Decro said\.

“Nobody will disturb us here\.”

The staff area was dimly illuminated like the rest of the club, but the air had a less grungy and sweaty scent to it\. Asher seemed to know where he was going, navigating the corridor until they found a door labelled “Workshop”\. This room was brightly lit, with an almost sterile feel to it\. Workbenches were placed against the walls, where tools hung from hooks\.

Asher guided Decro to a couch at the corner of the workshop and pushed him down\. Then he looked around the room\.

“What are you looking for? And what are we doing here?”

The doberman noticed the suspicion in his voice\.

“They use this room for equipment repairs during the day, but at night, the staff will be busy with the club\. Nobody will think to look for us here\.”

“Shouldn’t we use one of the lounges? I saw one empty on the—”

Asher straddled him on the couch and lightly nipped the wolf’s neck, interrupting his train of thoughts\. Their hands started exploring each other’s bodies, each one ravenous for the other’s robust form\. They nuzzled each other’s faces, moving down their necks, their shoulders, their chests\.

Decro was in blissful disbelief\. The doberman’s athletic arms were wrapped around him, making him feel safe\. Making him feel warm\. Making him feel—

The door opened\. Decro scrambled to his feet\. At the door was a black cat dressed in a white shirt with a navy\-blue vest and pants: the club’s staff uniform\.

“Ritz\! Was wondering where you were,” Asher said\.

“Got a drink,” the cat said\. “This’s the guy?” He nodded towards Decro\.

“Yeah\.”

“What’s going on?” Decro asked\.

“Okay, you can go now,” Ritz ignored the wolf as he spoke to Asher\.

“Sweet\.” The doberman made for the door\.

“Asher\! What did you do?”

He turned back\. “I’ve always wanted a birthday party at Noctem, but dad said no and wouldn’t pay\. So you’ll be paying for me instead\.”

“Then what’s… But I thought you liked me\.”

Asher smirked\. “You really think I’d fall for a loser like you? Get real, dork\.”

“No, no, please don’t do this\!”

“Already did\. The VIP tickets aren’t gonna pay for themselves\.” The doberman left, and the door closed shut behind him\.

Decro turned to Ritz\. “How… how much do I need to pay?”

The cat advanced on him\. “Not something you can afford\.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“I have ways to extort payment, just as we do for the other guests who default on theirs,” the cat smirked\.

The wolf didn’t like the sound of that\. As the cat came closer, Decro swerved past him and dashed for the door\. He tugged on the handle, but the door wouldn’t open, not without a staff pass\. A sharp pain on the back of his neck sent his vision flashing white, and he crumpled to the ground\. His arms were pulled together and cold metal handcuffs were clamped around his wrist, digging into his bones\.

Ritz grabbed his spiked collar and pulled him into a standing position\. Then he dragged the dazed wolf to the middle of the room and hooked a chain to his cuffs\.

“P\-please\.”

His pleas only earned him a ruthless punch to the side of his jaw\. He yelped in pain\.

“Shut it, or I’ll make you regret it\.”

With the help of a stool, the cat looped the chain through a steel ring bolted to the ceiling\. He tugged the chain down until Decro’s arms were above his head and he was lifted off the ground\.

“Argh\!” His joints screamed in pain from the weight of his body\. His cry was met with another punch, this time square in his abs\.

“Not a fast learner, eh?”

“Please, I—”

Another punch to the underside of his jaw shut him up\. Decro stifled his whimpers as he stood on his toes to ease the agony in his arms\. Holding the wolf’s hands still, Ritz took Decro’s gloves off\. Then with a pair of scissors, he cut through the wolf’s leather jacket\. Decro’s heart sank; he loved that jacket\. It was distressing to see it cut up and tossed into the bin like trash\.

He could barely watch through his tears as Ritz cut through his mesh shirt with greater ease\. The cat then undid the wolf’s laces and pulled off his boots\. Decro held back his pitiful sobs\. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him, but he didn’t like it already\. His mind darted to various grim scenarios\. Was Ritz going to harvest his kidneys? Or worse, sell all his organs and leave him to die? Or maybe the cat was going to sell him off to a human trafficker to pay for Asher’s party\. Or was it something else altogether? Decro didn’t dare ask\.

As Ritz started unbuckling Decro’s belt, the wolf began squirming\.

“You think my warnings are a joke, huh?”

The cat pulled out the wolf’s belt and swung hard\. There was a sharp “whipzt” sound and Decro felt a searing pain slash cross his side\. The wolf bit his lips, trying to endure the agony in silence, lest he got hit again for making more noise\.

“You’re a fast learner when pain is involved\.”

Ritz stroked the wolf’s side until he found the fresh welt, pressing hard on it\. Decro gasped and winced, looking at the cat with his pleading eyes\. The cat ignored it, turning his attention to the wolf’s pants\. He undid the button and tugged the pants down, struggling with how form\-fitting it was\. A quick slit with the scissors made short work of it, leaving Decro in a pair of mesh trunks that hugged his crotch snugly\.

“Someone thought he’d be getting some sexy time tonight, eh?”

He groped the sizable bulge that had formed while Asher was making out with the wolf\. The immense sense of violation gripped Decro\.

“No, please\! Don’t\!” he shouted before he could stop himself\.

There was a sickening thump as Ritz punched him square in his ribcage\. Then another, and another, and another\. Decro was reduced to a sobbing, whimpering mess\. He could taste his own tears in his mouth with each stuttering breath\. The pain in his body distracted him long enough for Ritz to shove a large ball gag into his mouth\. He let out a muffled yelp as the leather straps were pulled tight, forcing the ball deep into his maw, forcing his jaws wide open and pinning his tongue down\. The clasps were fastened behind his head, holding the gag in place\.

Ritz cut away Decro’s trunks, letting the lupine shaft hang defenselessly\. The wolf looked away, trying to ignore his shameful arousal\. Precum dripped from its tip onto the workshop floor\. The cat scoffed\.

“I’m going to let you down for the next part\.”

Decro’s ears perked up\.

“But if you try to escape, I’ll be breaking your fingers one by one\. You got it, pup?”

Not waiting for a reply, Ritz released the chain, and the wolf crumpled limply to the ground, laying on his side\. The handcuffs came off, but the wolf was too weak to take advantage of his temporary freedom\. The cat took a pair of odd\-looking steel restraints, each consisting of a large cuff with two smaller cuffs on either side\.

Decro could only squirm feebly as Ritz opened up the large cuff on one restraint and clamped it around the wolf’s right thigh\. The cat forced the wolf’s right arm to the back and locked it into the smaller cuff\. He bent the wolf’s right knee up, allowing the ankle to be put into the third cuff\. Then he flipped Decro to the other side and restrained his limbs in the same way\. The wolf was stuck in his kneeling position with his wrists stuck to his thighs\.

“Comfortable?”

Decro shook his head\.

“Good\.”

Ritz brought out a rectangular box made of translucent glass, sitting it on two parallel metal beams\. The cuboid had a small base with two small holes and a large oval one\. Its height was barely tall enough to fit Decro if he were crouching within it\.

“Hmfft\!”

The wolf realised he was going to be put into the box\. The two openings were for his feet, allowing his rear end to be exposed through the bigger opening\. He squirmed and twisted as Ritz tried to pick him up\.

“You’re going into the box with broken bones if you keep struggling\.”

He shoved Decro into the box, letting the wolf’s rear fall through the hole\. He then grabbed the wolf’s softening cock, pushing both his cock and balls through the hole so they dangled out the bottom of the box\. In a similar way, Ritz forcefully threaded the wolf’s tail through the hole\. Two straps from the back of the box were fastened to each black metal restraint\.

Ritz gave his spiked collar a rough tug\. “I’ll let you keep your collar\. You look cute in that\.”

Through his teary vision, the last thing Decro saw was Ritz putting a leather blindfold over his eyes\. It was pulled tight, digging the straps into his skin as it was secured in place\. The sounds around him were muffled as a lid was placed over the front of the box\. There were four metallic clacks as the metal clamps on the lid were fastened\.

Decro sat in silence in his box\. There was a lurching feeling as the box was tipped forward, slamming him face\-first into the ground\. Only the straps around his thigh restraints kept his body supported, though his face hit the wall of the box and he yelped in pain\. He was now stuck facing\-down in a kneeling position with his rear raised and exposed\. Blood rushed to his head, making him feel dizzy\.

“Mhrhft\!” he pleaded feebly\.

He felt a plastic tube prod against his rear\. Its rounded tip was pushed past his sphincter, then a cold liquid was pumped into his tailhole\. He shivered, but the rubber lining around the holes gripped his rear and ankles snugly, making it hard to move much\. Ritz grabbed the wolf’s hanging cock and jerked it off\.

Decro groaned into his gag as his erection was coaxed out\. He didn’t want anyone to misinterpret his predicament as enjoyable\. He hated this\. He wanted out\! But the wolf\-turned\-portable\-gloryhole had no say in his ultimate fate\.

Ritz wheeled him out on a trolley, pucker fully presenting and dick at full attention\. A door opened and pulsing music started reverberating through Decro’s glass prison\.

“Coming through,” shouted Ritz\.

The wolf could only imagine how many guests were staring at him, probably with lascivious intentions at that\. He clenched his pucker, trying not to think about how many people were going to plough through his ass that night\. The blindfold was soggy with his tears\. He shouldn’t have accepted the invitation\. He should’ve stayed home\. He shouldn’t have trusted Asher\.

Decro felt a sudden lurch as his glass prison was unloaded onto the floor\. This was it\. People would soon abuse him like a fucktoy\. Surely this couldn’t get any worse\. He took a breath and steeled himself\.

“Ahah, is the dork in there?”

The wolf was in despair\.

“Damn, that really is him\!”

“That’s a virgin ass if I ever saw one\. That shit tight as fuck\.”

“I want to fuck him good\. Show that mutt his place\.”

“Let the birthday boy go first\.”

“Where is he?”

“I think he went to get a drink\.”

There was some chatter until Asher showed up\.

“Yo Asher\! Come check this out\.”

“Oh wow, Ritz works fast\.”

Decro heard Asher crouch down beside his glass box\. The doberman knocked on the glass\.

“I’m gone for a few songs and you’re already presenting me with your ass, begging to be used\.”

Decro whimpered\. Asher grabbed the bound wolf’s cock and squeezed hard, eliciting a yelp\.

“You’re so hard, too\. You’re either a pervert, or you must really like me a lot\. Make some noise if you want me to fuck you hard\.”

He squeezed the wolf’s shaft even harder still, digging his claws into the throbbing flesh\. Decro screamed through the gag, thrashing about in his restraints\.

“Glad you want it too\.”

The doberman shoved a finger into Decro’s rear\.

“Pre\-lubed too\. You really are eager for me to use you\.”

“No, please\! Let me out, Asher\!” the wolf tried to plead through his gag, but it only came out as muffled cries\.

If the doberman got the message, he showed no signs of it\. Instead, he pushed the tapered tip of his dick against the wolf’s exposed tailhole\. The warm flesh against Decro’s sensitive pucker sent horrible shivers up the wolf’s spine\.

“Mfnggt\!”

He clenched his rear muscles, trying to protect his tunnel from the invasion\. But his lubricated muscles were no match for one forceful thrust of Asher’s hips\. Decro screamed into his gag\. His insides felt like it was on fire\. The wolf could’ve sworn that the doberman’s cock had torn through his passage, ripped through all his tissues and filled out his lower abdomen\. The pain was just so great\.

“We’re only halfway in\.” Asher gave the glass box a few pats, as if comforting the agonised wolf\. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it real slow\.”

Decro trembled as the canid cock slowly pulled out of him\. The pain subsided as his inner walls were allowed to relax, but only for a moment as the tip of Asher’s hardness sat at the wolf’s rear entrance\.

The doberman thrust into him again, this time going deeper than before\. The wolf let out another tormented howl, thrashing about until even his glass prison was shifting from side to side\.

“Hear him go\.”

“Harder, don’t go easy on this fucker\.”

Decro could barely hear the taunts through the pure, distilled pain that coursed through his veins\. His temples were throbbing from all the blood that was flowing to his head because of his uncomfortable position\.

But justice was nowhere to be found; nothing was stopping the doberman from plunging his long and hard girth fully into the wolf’s vulnerable tailhole, hilting it up to the knot\. Neither was there anything to stop him from pulling out again, or from delving back into the tight wolf\-hole\.

Decro’s howls got the attention of other club\-goers, but nobody stepped in to intervene\. After all, who were they to interrupt the sexy fun of a doberman and his sub? Apart from Asher’s group, nobody knew that the wolf wasn’t locked in the box by his own will\.

“Keep clenching, boy\. The more you struggle, the tighter it feels\.”

Thrust after thrust, the wolf had no choice but to take it all in\. Decro had nothing in his tailhole before, so having someone insert their entire dick into him felt foreign and wrong\. Each time the doberman’s rod plunged into him, it rubbed against his insides, causing painful friction against the walls of his sensitive tunnel\.

“Oh, fuck, yes\.” Asher gasped\. “That’s so good\.”

Decro twisted and writhed, trying to break free\. Even just a bit of relief would be welcome\. But the restraints wouldn’t yield, holding his rear up against the oval opening as if he were a permanent feature of the glory hole\.

The wolf whimpered reluctantly; he knew this wasn’t the worst part of his ordeal\. It was only a matter of time before Asher would reach the peak of his passion and fill the wolf’s insides with cum\. The thought of it disgusted Decro\. This wasn’t how he wanted to be intimate with Asher\. He liked the doberman, from his looks to his charismatic personality\. They were supposed to be mutual crushes\. They were supposed to have an enjoyable night together at Noctem\. They were supposed to get to know each other, maybe even physically\. Now Asher was getting to know Decro through his repeated thrusts into the wolf’s unexplored territory\.

Decro’s throat was dry, and his body was heating up within the stuffy confines of the box\. His body was aching and his mind was screaming for relief\. The scent of his sweat was trapped in his glass prison\. He couldn’t take this for much longer\.

“A\-ah, fuck yeah…” Asher moaned\.

The wolf could feel the doberman’s imminent climax\. The doberman bucked his hips, thrusting his knot deep into Decro’s tunnel\. A sickening warmth filled the wolf’s insides as he squirmed\.

Decro sobbed into his gag\. He hated this\. He hated being treated like this\. He hated being used like a mere toy to be abused\. He hated being filled with the disgusting load of the person who betrayed him\. Asher carefully extracted his engorged knot from Decro’s hole, causing anal agony to the imprisoned canine\.

The wolf clenched his rear, trying to expel the spunk within, only to feel it seep deeper into him with a nauseating squelch\. Some of it leaked out of his pucker, trickling down his rear cleft and dripping off his hanging nuts\.

“Tightest hole I’ve ever ploughed\.”

“That’s sick\.”

Someone held his cock and pumped it up and down\.

“Think he wants to cum?”

“Mfnghtt\!” Decro thrashed about within the limits of his restraints\.

“That looks like a very eager yes\.”

The wolf’s cock was stroked by hands he couldn’t see\. It started with teasing caresses, moving on to forceful gropes on his wolfhood\. His unwilling erection was throbbing, driven by his primal instinct to reach an orgasmic relief\. But the idea of shooting his load in front of Asher and his friends was deeply humiliating\. The image of him trapped in a box, forced to present his privates for all to tease, only to be brought to a forced climax\. Decro clenched his pelvic muscles in protest, trying to quell the stirring surge in his shaft\.

“Looks like the pup is struggling to cum\. Here, give him this\.”

A ribbed dildo was thrust into his already\-sore ass, its entry lubricated by the copious amounts of cum in his tailhole\. It was forced further into him as someone pushed the “ON” button, activating its pulsating vibrations against his prostate\. Each burst of the powerful throbs surged through the wolf’s restrained body in a wave of pleasure\. His body shuddered involuntarily with each vigorous vibration\. Each pulse threatened to push the wolf over the crest of his arousal\.

The edging on his dick stopped, but only for the person to drench it in copious amounts of lube\. Then everything resumed\. A hand gripped his knot, squeezing and sliding down\. Meanwhile, a second hand started at the knot, moving down in the same way\. Decro felt like his shaft was being pulled through an infinite fucksleeve\.

Then the hands started jerking him off with rough pumps\. Decro clenched harder, fighting his body’s immense need for release\.

“He’s not spurting\.”

“Here, let me try\.”

The hands on his member let go, and another pair of hands grabbed his maleness and twisted it upwards towards his rear\. Decro yelped in pain\. Something warm and wet stroked his tip, caressing his leaking slit with gentle coaxes before exploring the rest of his shaft\. The wolf shuddered\.

“Ooo, the pup loves a good bit of oral\.”

The person’s lips wrapped around Decro’s dick and started sucking him off\. The wolf squirmed and thrashed about\. The sensations were undeniably arousing, but that was the opposite of what he wanted\. Each dive of the person’s head brought Decro’s shaft into a warm, tight throat\. The wolf was reduced to a moaning mess\.

“Bloody hell, he’s big\.”

Decro whimpered\. The vibrator’s merciless pulses continued to work at his sensitive prostate\. He needed to endure this, to hold out until the other person grew tired and relented\. But the cocksucker showed no sign of slowing, while Decro’s libido was quickly reaching the brink\. Only a miracle could save him\.

But the miracle never came, only he did\. His clenched muscles could no longer hold back the rising flood\. His hips bucked, his cock tensed, and he released his first shot\. The person noticed and clamped his mouth tighter around the wolf’s shaft, stroking it with his tongue and sucking hard\. Decro was no longer in control as his carnal instincts drove him to unload his seed, spasm by spasm, as he was milked by a skillful maw\.

“Heck, you drank it all\.”

The person pulled back and there was the sound of licking lips\. “Got a problem with that?”

“Thought you hated him\.”

“I love the taste of betrayed innocence\.”

“Fucking sick\.”

There was laughter\.

“You close, Tyle?”

“He better be; he’s been jerking it since you started sucking him off\.”

“Almost…” Someone else was huffing heavily\. “There\!”

Decro felt a jet of warm essence splatter over his ass, staining his white and grey fur with its glistening sheen\.

“Got a towel?”

“Just wipe your hands on his fur before everyone else gets it dirty\.”

Hands wiped themselves on the wolf’s fur coat\. Then the residual mess was wiped over the box with a squeaking sound\.

“Fuck yeah…”

“Who else hasn't had a go? Grayson, you want to fuck the bitch?”

“Sure\!”

Decro protested through his gag\. His posterior muscles were sore and abraded from Asher’s battering; any more and he felt like his tissues would tear\. He desperately wished for some way to tell them he needed a break\. Then again, would they have listened?

Within seconds, the dildo inside him was removed and another erect cock began pounding his passage like no tomorrow\. Decro tensed his body, as if trying to curl into an imaginary huddle\. If he braced himself hard enough, he could block it all out\. He could ignore the nightmare that was going on behind him\.

Or so he told himself\. Instead, he was painfully aware of every reckless thrust into his aching rear, every shot of spunk that filled his abused hole\. After the group got tired of treating him like a mere fucktoy, they started playing with his dick, forcing unwilling orgasms out of him\. Then after they got bored of that too, they eventually left him alone\. Other guests took an interest in him, and soon they were using him too\.

An eternity later, the music died down and the clubbers headed off to the after\-hours party, leaving Decro alone in the silence\. His ears were ringing and his head was throbbing\. Being suspended with his body raised had caused all the blood to flow to his head\.

There was the sound of footsteps, then his glass prison was rotated so that he was in a sitting position\. The latches were opened and the stale air of his box was replaced by the club’s odour of sweat, perfume, and bodily fluids\.

A pair of hands reached around his head, unbuckling the gag and tugging it forward\. Decro’s jaw muscles were stiff from how wide the ball gag had stretched it, so it hurt when he dropped his jaw to let the gag be removed\.

It was easier to breathe without the gag, so his breaths were heavier as he slowly recovered\. His soggy blindfold was removed next, exposing the tear\-soaked fur around his eyes\. He looked up to see Ritz crouching in front of his box\. Decro looked around him through the cum\-smeared glass\. The flashing coloured lights were off, replaced by bright white lights that illuminated the club\. Everyone had left, save for a few cleaning staff mopping the floor and wiping the furniture down\.

A rectangular tray was thrust in front of him\. Decro barely recognised the chlorine smell of cum before the tray’s contents were poured into his mouth\. He choked, spitting cum over his fur\. His keen canine sense of smell detected familiar scents, and he realised the tray had been collecting the spilled milk from everyone’s orgasms\.

“W…why?”

“Drink up\. I’m not going to feed you until tomorrow afternoon\.”

“Tomorrow?”

“You think one night of being a slut pays for a VIP lounge, thirty cover charges, and drinks?”

“Then how long am I going to be here?”

“Perhaps I haven’t made it clear\. You’re club property now\. You’re here permanently\.”

“But… I want to go home—gack\!” He choked as Ritz poured the rest of the cum down his throat\.

Tears welled up in his eyes as the blindfold was put back on him\.

“No, no, no\! Please, I’m begging you\. I don’t want—mghft\!” His cries were muffled as the gag was forced back into his mouth\.

The air went stale as the box was closed again\. He stewed in the musk of his own sweat, mixed with the scent of spilled seed: his own, his schoolmates, and the other clubbers that were more than happy to fuck a helpless stranger\. The box was then turned back down and Decro found his cum\-soaked rear exposed again\. He was then placed on a trolley and wheeled into storage\.

His body ached from the uncomfortable position he was in, but it was something he had to get used to as a life of a glory hole cube\. Unable to see the world around him, he counted the days based on how many times he was wheeled out to the club area to be used and abused\.

His rear tunnel was burning\. After each night of abuse, he clenched his pelvic muscles, trying to ease the overstretched sensation\. Surely Ritz had been lying, and that he’d be free after a while\.

Sometimes, during the day, Ritz and the other Noctem employees would use him in the staff lounge\.

His blindfold was dryer and dryer by the end of each night, his tearful despair replaced by an aching numbness throughout his body\.

Then one day, he was still in storage when he heard clubbing music\. Perhaps there was a rotation of equipment, and there were break days for him\.

His anal passage was getting looser\. While it made things less painful when he got fucked, he didn’t like the idea that his body was being marred through his forced stay here\.

He could’ve sworn he heard Asher laughing from the other side of the club\. Was he back already? Decro’s heart fluttered; maybe the doberman came back to free him\. But the wolf knew that was wishful thinking\. Is Asher paying his bill this time, or did he find another poor victim to act as a sacrificial payment again?

At some point, Decro lost count\. It was easier to just stop struggling\. Stop thinking\. Stop hoping\. Eventually, the wolf would forget it was anything beyond a mere glory hole to be abused\.