Discount - Chapter 7
"Discount"
(C)2016 Sinclair Diavante
Chapter 7.
Chris must have left the TV on again, Colin figured. He was WAY too comfy and tired to get up, to switch it off, and some late night medical soap-opera continued playing.
"Gauze, wipe, and hand me that lube injector?"
A cold trickle passed deep inside Colin's nether regions, focusing his awareness to a sharp point, the intensity of which threatened to rouse his muzzy thoughts, bringing them closer to the surface.
That... wasn't TV.
"Let me feel him, c'mon... he won't know!"
"If this turns you on so much, I'm sure we could go dig up a corpse or two. But, here's his lube, knock yourself out. Just don't disturb what I've got going on here, it all has to remain sterile."
Crinkle, tear. Coldness slid into his prick, rushing inside, smooth and deep.
A container snapped shut.
His tail was pulled off to the side, and A LOT more than cold entered him this time, he would have gasped if he was fully awake, and even still, his concentration heightened to almost full awareness. Almost, because he still couldn't... move anything.
"Yep, that's some fine fox butt, mmff, fuck, he's tight. I want in this sooo bad." A sharp whine.
"Hey! See that guide wire? Don't move him, if you nudge any of this, I'll strap you down and do two of these this morning, instead of one."
"Shit, sorry..."
The words seemed to fade, fingers withdrew from within his rump, and things got quieter, and then quieter still.
"What the... quit... fucking with me... oh, you fff." The last word was barely mumbled, something crashed hard onto the floor next to him.
Colin faded, and so did someone else.
Dave watched Stout stumble and land hard on his muzzle, folding over on himself. He finished injecting epoxy into Colin's cath, then pulled the applicator free.
"Terry, come move your brother, I don't think he can breathe very well in that position."
"What?" Feet padded close. "Why isn't he moving?"
"Because," Dave patiently explained. "He failed to take my meaning literally. DMSO and Propofol in the lube... all standard procedure. He should have used gloves. He's out for the count, and that is my gift to you today. Make him remember, for next time." Green eyes stared at the large black wolf, glittering.
"Make him remember?" Terry asked.
"Yes," Dave chided. "It's time for some get-backs. Have you so quickly forgotten the stunt with the superglue?"
"Oh! Fuck yeah." Yellow eyes burned bright. "How long have I got?"
"If you hurry, enough time to tie. Little Colin here has a liver way more efficient than that of a wolf, so his dose was high. Probably... not enough to arrest his breathing. Better make sure he is."
Terry leaned his head up against Stout's. "He is, unfortunately. I'd have loved to 'tube him. Make him wake up on a machine. Can I... maybe get one of those collars?"
Dave shook his head. "No. That's getting carried away. Take my gift while I'm being generous, do not ask for more."
"Ok, ok."
Terry rolled his brother over, and hugged him from behind, hands hooked onto his hips to keep his limp form from flowing back to the ground. Dave briefly saw a flash of red poke under his tail, and heard his hired help grunting and mumbling, back arching as he thrust savagely into Stout's ass as fast as he could.
He had paused in his work to stare, and was trying to decide if intervention was necessary, perhaps a co-conspirator could take advantage of the resulting union.
"Hurf, there it is... I got you now, fucker. Or maybe I should say, fuckee. That fingernail polish remover stung like a bitch, you have no idea how much that burned inside my sheath. Now you're mine."
Stout started to move. "Whu..." His ears splayed sideways, above disjointed eyes that only blinked slowly, then faster. "Ow, nono..." A long whimper, as he realized what was happening.
Terry hooked an arm under Stout's neck, pulling his head back in a lock, he whispered closely into an ear.
"Don't panic, it's just me... I'm almost done, ride it out..." He wrenched on his neck. "Sound familiar?" His voice grated with vengeful anger.
"Ah, ow, nono, don't tie..." More whimpers.
Dave chuckled, satisfied with the outcome. He glanced back down to his work lying before him, and slid the chastity tube up over Colin's sheath, wiggling it around until it clicked, engaging with the cath that was waiting, deep inside. He popped the lock at the base and wiped some lube off the exterior.
Good to go.
"Colin..." He leaned forward and dialed the right combination on the back of his head harness, pushing the lock together until it disengaged, then slid it apart.
"Collllin..." Close attention was paid to the harness as it slid off of his head, Dave ensured no straps scratched at his eyes, the steel cables inside were not very forgiving.
"Colin... hey." Someone was pushing at his arm.
He grunted, and started making his body work... he rolled over, familiar scents drawing into his nose. Leather, rubber, the cushioned mat he was lying on. Cum (his own), ammonia, spray disinfectant... cum (someone elses), the list just went on and on.
His eyes sprang open... he reached up to his head, but nothing was locked around it now.
Relief was short-lived, his paws roamed lower to find thick, heavy numbness... and a strange ache, deep inside. When he pulled on the steel, that ache intensified in a way he hadn't felt before.
"C'mon, up. Walk it off..." Orange, black, and white stripes, green eyes with... humor in them. Dave, crouching before him.
Those two big wolves were nearby, curled up with each other.
"Ah, quit pulling." said one.
"Oh ok, I'll just stay inside." said the other.
Dave touched Colin's muzzle, steering his sight back to only him.
"Don't watch that, you'll get the wrong idea. I will not have you disrespecting my staff, we are not equals. Can you stand?"
Colin felt his knees shake when he rose up onto his paws, and Dave stood up as well.
"Good boy. You passed out, we didn't expect you to enjoy it THAT much. I suppose you have a lot of questions..."
His bookbag was pressed into his paws, he could tell the muzzle was inside, and Dave began leading him out of the back room.
Joey was helping a customer out front, but he paused a moment to stare across the room with a hungry expression.
"Pity for you, I don't have the time or desire to answer any of them right now. Go home, open your package. Return here if there is a problem."
Colin walked out the front of the store, briefly scared that he was naked, but when he looked down, he realized he was fully dressed, yet he had no memory of putting his clothes on.
"Put it on," was the last thing Dave had said, spoken as a warning.
Colin spent the whole time in Advanced Trig thinking about the box that he remembered Dave carrying that morning. Back then, he had no idea the tiger was involved in any of this.
Innocence and ignorance, could he ever get back to that point?
The hard steel encasing his prick said no.
When he finally arrived home, he saw the box on the kitchen counter, it had his name on it, not his roommate's.
Chris wasn't home, so he eyed it warily, considering his recent experiences.
This was all happening so fast. One minute, he was lusting after something in that store... and on the next... where did he even stand?
Maybe Colin only knelt, now.
He had to pee, and raced into the bathroom to drop trow, taking a deep breath before looking down at the chastity device.
It looked the same, but felt different, in a way he couldn't pin. Maybe it had something to do with that amazing climax he'd felt earlier.
That particular memory he would focus on, for the rest of his life, it was simply that intense.
A reward, ownership, confinement... his prick tried hardening up, thinking about all of that, but it didn't hurt like before, just... it felt very solid now.
He put a towel down for padding, and got down onto his knees, pointing the device into the bowl. He pushed the button on it, while leaning forward... and gasped, watching his piss spray into the water.
For just a second, it came out blood red. Normal, clearish-yellow urine followed, until he was mostly empty, and at that point the flow of urine ceased. Something remained in his bladder, though, he could feel it. He pushed harder, and a spasm woke up, large and ugly in life.
He decided to never push like that again, holding his eyes shut tight while it faded away, but when he pulled on the device, to maybe help, the pain worsened.
Surprisingly, when he pushed on it, cramming it down as far as the slit in the side allowed, the pain turned into only a memory.
It didn't to do that before.
Shit, shit, that blood has something to do with it... should he put the harness on and go back?
His roommate wasn't home, though, fuck. He couldn't do it himself.
Lets see what's in the box, first.
He went to the kitchen table and sliced it open, peering down inside, entirely uncertain if he really wanted to know what it was. At this rate, it was probably a locking canine dildo, as thick as his arm.
He proceeded to pull out length after length of heavy stainless steel braided aircraft cable, it was flexible and highly polished. He didn't even know you could polish this stuff.
It felt smooth in his paws, and very warm. He glanced and saw that the box had been sitting in the sun, but somehow that seemed excessive, it was almost supernatural in its heat.
He felt it again, and the heat was gone, maybe... it was all just in his head?
Some coils were welded to each other, he lifted those out, too, and briefly wondered if this was the wrong box.
This was, like... a towing kit for a big truck, maybe.
One particular coil had two black rounded square lumps on it, anodized matte, heavier than the cable itself. Clearish rubber coated the cable near those lumps, and an open end hung free, matching a hole in one of the lumps.
A note rested at the bottom of the box, he picked it up to read.
"Colin. Yes, that's still you. This item is necessary to secure your credit with us, it will monitor your whereabouts and provide future accessability should it be deemed necessary for you to make a payment."
He swallowed.
"Failure to don this item will result in the termination of our previous agreement, and any items of yours remaining in our posession-- that would be your key, all will be destroyed."
That was it, that's all it said.
He flipped it over, and a small handwritten note made his pupils even larger.
"PS: A little blood in your piss is not abnormal, don't overreact if it's there. Your new cath was a different type, surgically implanted. It will be retained for the duration of our ongoing business."
Numbly, he held the coils up, passing them over each other, trying to figure out what the hell they even were.
How the fuck did you wear this?
A small, brightly colored pictogram on a paper tag secured to the cable caught his attention.
"DANGER: EXPLOSION HAZARD. CONTAINS SODIUM. DO NOT CUT! CUTTING THIS CABLE WILL RESULT IN CONTENTS BEING EXPOSED TO AIR OR WATER. COMBUSTION WILL OCCUR."
He felt dizzy, entirely uncertain what that signified. The polished coils were slick and heavy in his paws, though, and he accidentally dropped the whole thing onto the hardwood floor, it landed with the sound of gunshots.
Colin cringed, whimpering.
Explosive?
He stared.
The shape that the pile landed in prompted something from his memory...
That's a harness.
He picked it back up, trying to figure it out.
An X in back... yes... leading down to those side straps, they'd curve under his butt, he remembered now. No big black dildo, thank dog, they only passed back up between his legs, like a rock climbing harness, to an X in the front, over his ribs, but what was this loop with the clear rubber on it, above it all?
He turned the whole thing upside down, inside out, trying to figure out what the hell it was. Only one thing on his whole body was that diameter.
His neck. His eyes went wide.
It was a collar.
The lumps were on it, and the lock, that made sense now. A harness with a collar built in.
Colin shook his head, even though his clothes would hide the harness, nothing would hide that collar...
It turned him on like crazy, but it had to stop.
Tomorrow, he'd go back to the store, and bring them this. He'd demand his key, pay for it somehow, whatever.
He wasn't putting this thing on. He wasn't their property. Fuck all this!
He went to bed feeling in control, with very little regret in his decision.
That was about to change.