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Wolf's New 'Manager'

Part 2

For Limemas

By Draconicon

A week had passed since the installation of the various implants, and much as it galled Wolf to say it, he was no closer to getting free of them than he had been from the instant they were installed. Further from it, as a matter of fact, as Leon had gone the extra mile and forced commands into his brain that blocked him with insane amounts of pain from being able to remove them. All he could do was hope that Leon didn't start sending him too many orders.

Such hopes were in vain. In that week, they'd flown two missions, and for once, they'd done well. Admittedly, they were flying against the Cornerian military force rather than against StarFox, but with Leon taking charge of their tactics and feeding them through Wolf, they were doing better.

Not perfect, as Wolf could see a number of ways that they could improve, and with his implants, he could see better ways to fly and fight, but better. And they were winning.

Of course, the downside was pretty damn obvious as they flew back to base. Pigma and Andrew were bantering as they often did, whooping it up about how they'd just won and how much they were going to be paid, but Wolf was more focused on the stink of sex inside of his own Wolfen.

The whole thing smelled like cum and musk, and his flightsuit reeked of it. He had cum twice during the battle from obeying Leon's orders, and the crotch of his suit was thick with dried cum and some residual slime that clung towards the base of his cock. He gritted his teeth as he flew his Wolfen into the hangar, refusing to open the cockpit as the others hopped out of their ships.

Pigma and Andrew were so self-absorbed about what they wanted to do with their pay that they didn't even notice, but Leon did. The damn chameleon was too observant by half, and he had no doubt that his wingmate had already decided some new humiliation for him this evening.

The minute that the other two cleared the hangar, Leon popped the cockpit of his Wolfen and walked over. He rapped his knuckles against Wolf's cockpit seal, and the canine sighed, opening it up.

"What?" he growled, only to feel the pain come right after. He barely winced at it; it was low-level, this time.

"Hmmph. Is that how you address me, Pup?"

"..." The phrase still ached. It was almost as bad as calling him a 'bitch', considering his canine species, but he didn't argue. He took a deep breath, lowering his head. "No."

"That's right. What do good wolves call their betters?"

"..."

"Say it, Wolf."

"...Master."

The surge of pleasure from the implant was almost as humiliating as it had been during the battle. Only the fact that he had such long hours of training and insane muscle memory had kept the orgasms mid-fight from completely overwhelming him, and he didn't want to think about how close he had come to crashing multiple times.

His cock throbbed in his flightsuit, adding to the cummy mess in the crotch of his pants. Leon chuckled, reaching in and patting him there, fondling him, groping him. The urge to punch his wingmate out rose up, but as he had learned to, he pushed it back down. The last thing he needed was that level of punishment.

"Good boy," Leon said. "Come on. Get out of there. We have some fun scheduled for tonight."

"I need rest."

"You can rest after. I know the schedule; no training tomorrow, and no missions, either."

Ever since Leon had taken over, the chameleon knew more than he should. He made the decisions, though none of the rest of the team knew that. Wolf had to forward him all of the schedules, all of the contracts, everything. Leon made the decisions of whether they were going to practice or not, whether they'd be in the air or on base, or anything else.

If he said that they weren't doing anything, then they weren't doing anything. Wolf sighed, climbing out and submitting to the inevitable.

"Where to?"

"Where else?"

They were back in the med-lab, and Wolf was doing his best not to growl, scream, or do anything that might have been construed as a threat. He had learned that the implant didn't do a very good job of determining whether he really meant to threaten Leon or not; if it was something that registered as threatening on its scale, then he was punished. However, if he wanted to feel the pleasure, he had to push himself to obey, and that...that was a bit harder, particularly since he didn't want to.

Not that he had a choice. He was ordered to stand in the middle of the med-lab, and on orders from the chameleon, Wolf stripped down. He gritted his teeth as his cock started rising, even as he felt the urge to pant and moan. His cock stood out tall and proud, erect against his will.

Leon smiled.

"Looks like you're starting to learn how to enjoy yourself."

"I'm just fucked up by the implant. This isn't me."

"It will be, heh. It will be."

The chameleon didn't go into detail, but he did walk right up to him. Wolf looked down at his wingmate, doing his best to keep a neutral face as the chameleon started stroking his hard-on, giving it a few tight squeezes.

"This has fucked a lot of bitches in its time, hasn't it?"

"...A few."

"I imagine that you've wanted to fuck that fox on the other team, too."

"..."

"Tell your master the truth, Wolf."

"I hate you so - mmmph!" The pain struck, and there was only one way to stop the sudden surge of it. "I want it, yes! I want to fuck him!"

"That's better."

Wolf panted, the pain gone and the pleasure back. His cock throbbed right over Leon's fingers, the tip starting to ooze pre-cum from the pleasure of obedience. The fact that he was almost looking forward to his next orgasm was beyond embarrassing. The fact that it could happen so easily was even worse.

Leon wiggled his fingers, almost 'tickling' the bottom of the wolf's cock before pulling his hand back. He smiled to himself.

"Well, I hate to disappoint you, but that will never happen."

"Nnnngh...what are you talking about?"

"I mean that you're going to be a good little Pup for me," Leon said, walking over to a workbench. "And pups don't get to fuck. They only get fucked."

"...Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'm saying that you need to learn what you are, Wolf. You aren't a mercenary; you're a whore that happens to be a good pilot. Whatever you do when you're not in the cockpit is up to me, and whatever you do in the cockpit is directed by me. It's time for you to stop believing that you can get out of this, and if that means teaching you to be a good Pup, then that's what I'm going to do."

"Stop...calling me that..."

"Pup. And from now on, you will ENJOY being called Pup."

"You can't tell me what to think!"

"Can't I?"

Leon's voice even seemed to have a smirk in it, and Wolf could only stare at his wingmate's back with shock. The very idea that he'd ever want to be called -

"Nnngh..."

"Feeling it already? Good. You better start fixing how you think, Wolf, or you're going to be in agony. Or should I call you 'Pup?'"

The immediate anger that rushed up inside of him was hit by the command to feel happy, and because he didn't, he almost fell over from sheer pain. His head felt like there was a hammer pounding inside of his skull, and his legs shook as his knees started to rattle. It felt like he was shaking apart on the inside, burning up and breaking down all at the same time.

"Ah...ah..."

"You better find a way to fix that soon, Pup."

"Nnnngh!"

He did fall that time, his hands hitting the floor, his knees following. He couldn't push himself back up, and he couldn't look away from the ground.

It hurts...it hurts...

The command to obey was there, but the fact that it was his own thoughts...how...how? This wasn't fair!

"Pup."

Wolf gritted his teeth as he tried to fight through the pain, but true to form compared to all the other pains, he could feel it getting worse and worse with each passing second. If he didn't find a way to obey, it would overwhelm him. There was no getting away from that, no matter how creative he got, no matter how hard he tried.

He had to...had to find a way to like it.

"Nnngh..."

As he slumped down, his head down, his ass in the air, he felt like a pup. He felt weak. He felt...shattered. He felt like everything was burning up, like he had lost any ability to fight back. Leon had won, in so many ways. He'd been a dumb pup, outsmarted on all sides, and...

And somewhere, deep down inside of him, he had already started to enjoy it.

The pain was starting to ease a little, fading, but not quite gone. Wolf panted, shivering hard.

"What's the matter, Pup? You afraid?"

Pup. Little. Small. Weak. He groaned under his breath, whimpering as everything tensed up. He didn't want to be weak. He wanted to be strong, he wanted to be -

No, there was pain. Pain was coming, and coming hard. A pup didn't need to deal with pain. A pup could grow strong, but for right then, he was a pup, too weak to take it, unable to fight back.

Pup doesn't get hurt. Pup gets to rest.

That stopped it, and he realized that he was embracing it, just like he had been commanded. The ease with which Leon had managed to make him like such an embarrassing, offensive term shamed him.

And that shame...that shame ran right down to his dick.

"Why...why does that feel good?"

"Because, Pup, you're a bitch at heart. I know it, you know it, and you've just been waiting for someone to take charge," the chameleon said, finally coming back. Leon knelt at his side, rubbing his arm for a moment. "Besides, if it wasn't me, then it would have been one of the others. Do you really want to be under Pigma?"

The thought alone almost made him vomit. The idea of the fat boar doing anything to him was beyond repulsive.

"That's what I thought. Now. Look at me."

Wolf did as he was told, this time without even gritting his teeth. The pleasure ran through his crotch and through his dick, all the way up to his asshole. He could feel the clenching inside, his prostate somehow more sensitive than ever before .

When he looked up, he saw that Leon had pulled out a couple of pieces of equipment from the workbench. One was an obvious anal plug, something that Wolf had known was coming for a while. There was no way that Leon would have let his ass go unabused for much longer, and he was honestly surprised that it had taken this long. The others, however, were more humiliating.

One was a cock ring, and he knew that was going to be there to keep him from doing something with his dick. It wouldn't be a flat-out cock cage, that wasn't Leon's style, but it would be something that would humiliate him further. His cheeks burned hot as he imagined several different things it might do, but then his eyes were already moving on, fixed on the last item.

It was a collar, and it was studded around the inside with different emitters. His eyes locked on the leather band, shaking his head slowly.

"Please...not that, master..."

"Heh, calling me that already..." Leon shook his head. "But yes. That."

"That...that will let everyone know..."

"You have big enough jackets. They won't see."

"But -"

"Stop talking."

Wolf's jaw clicked shut almost before he realized he'd done it, and the obedience pleasure that followed left him groaning, arching his back more, thrusting his ass in the air. Leon must have been counting on that, because the chameleon had already moved around, already taken a position behind him. He felt a thumb against his pucker, followed by the soft silicone of the plug.

"You're tight back here, Pup."

He shivered, and not just from the toy nudging against him. That name, that damn name kept pushing him further down. The more that he was ordered to like it, the more that he was forced to think like he did. The more he was forced to think as if he liked it, the truer it became that he did enjoy it.

And even now, he was shivering in pleasure rather than pure humiliation as that rubber toy continued to work over his pucker. He wanted to slide away, wanted to get out of reach, but at the same time, he wanted to sit there. He wanted to feel that damn thing sliding in, and he wanted to submit to his wingmate.

The urge had been getting stronger ever since the implants had been shoved into his skull, and he had no idea if it was just the pleasure from obedience or something else that was causing it. Whatever it was, he was sliding down a slope towards slavery, and he had no way of turning it around.

"Wolf."

"Mmmph?"

"Tell me you want to have your ass stuffed."

"..."

"You know you have to."

"Nnngh..." He knew, and he knew that the longer he waited, the worse it would be. He lowered his head, resting his forehead against the floor. "I want my ass stuffed, master."

"Heh, then stuffed it will be."

The rubber rubbing against him suddenly pushed much more firmly into his body, spreading his asshole. He gasped, but as soon as he squeezed down on it, it started releasing some sort of lube. It was slimy and wet, at least, something that kept him from feeling the raw pain that he should have been experiencing.

Yet, as soon as he started squeezing down, his body started heating up. He realized, too late, that the plug had been full of an aphrodisiac, a slime that was sinking into him and making him more sensitive, more aroused. His cock throbbed all the harder against his belly, reminding him of how much he could still cum.

A little whimper escaped him as Leon pushed the plug in and out a few times, forcing him to squeeze on it, forcing the feeling of being knotted on him as an additional humiliation. Eventually, the whole thing slammed in, and the aphrodisiac lube ran down his taint, dripping off of him.

He was huffing softly, puffing for breath, when the chameleon snapped his fingers again.

"Stand up."

And so he did, and again was hit with the pleasure that came from obedience. His eyes rolled back, his cock throbbed upwards, a few strings of pre-cum flying through the air and hitting the floor not far from where he stood.

Leon chuckled.

"Look at that. Such an eager pup for me."

"Nnnngh..."

"Present."

His hands went behind his back, thrusting his hips forward so that his cock and balls swung along. Despite the fact that he was longer, despite the fact that he was bigger, he didn't feel bigger or better in front of his wingmate anymore.

Leon's fingers traced along his cock, rubbing it from tip to base and then back to the tip again. He shivered every time that he felt those fingers squeeze against him, knowing that they could do so much more than that.

"Tell me you want me to control this."

"Mmmph..."

"Tell me that you want your master to control your cock."

"...I want you...to control my cock, master," Wolf huffed.

"How do you want me to control it?"

"Nnnngh...You...You're supposed to tell me...what to do," he grunted as he felt Leon's fingers tighten around his cock, twisting slightly at the base.

"I want you to tell me. Tell me how you feel, Pup. Master wants you to tell him how he deserves to be controlled."

That wasn't fair. That wasn't fair! Leon kept stroking him, and he kept gasping for breath as he was pulled onto his tiptoes again and again, his cock throbbing harder and harder. His dick had never, ever felt this need or this good, and he didn't know how to handle it in the slightest.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Tell your master how to control your cock, Pup."

He couldn't avoid it. He had to answer.

"I want you to pick...when I cum...and how I cum...I want you...to fuck my ass...and treat me..."

"Yes?"

"Treat me like your...your..."

"Say it, Pup."

"I want you to treat me like your slut..."

It was only a half-lie. The various pleasures that came from obeying Leon were taking their toll, and he didn't know how to resist anymore. All he could do was take it, take it, and take it again, feeling that pleasure rushing through his brain, washing through him and forcing him to enjoy going along with what the chameleon told him to do.

And now, he had given up even more control.

Leon chuckled, gripping his cock at the base once more. Wolf grunted, pushing his hips forward without thinking. The cock ring was already running along the head of his cock, slowly sliding down the large shaft towards the base.

"This is my way of keeping you in line, Pup. While you wear that, you will not be able to cum unless I give you the key words," Leon said. "No matter how horny you get, no matter how hard you are, no matter how much you love obeying me, you will be held there, aroused as can be, until I tell you the right words."

"Nnngh...you...you can't..."

"You told me to control your cock, Pup. And now, I will."

The ring slid down around his balls, popping them through the ring one at a time. It wasn't full chastity, he knew. Leon wasn't going for that. Instead, it would amp up the pleasure that he felt, forcing him to feel that insane level of need for longer and longer stretches of time, gradually losing his mind to it until it was all he could feel.

He felt it tighten ever so slightly at the base of his cock, clenching down and holding him stiff and hard. The pleasure that he felt didn't fade, but the need to cum seemed to slip further off, going further from him. Even the tightening feeling, the pulling up down in his balls, didn't seem to be so desperate anymore.

Oh stars...

"Say 'thank you', Pup."

"Thank you. MMMPH!"

His legs shook as he felt the pleasure spike again. His cock jerked and bounced, throbbing up and down, up and down, trying to cum but failing. He grabbed for the nearby exam table, holding onto it for dear life as his cock tried and failed to go over the edge.

"Ah...ah..."

"Bark for me, Pup."

"Woof. AGH!"

The pleasure was growing stronger and stronger, his hips trying to fuck the air, his hole clenching down around the thick plug in his ass, trying to milk it for more, only to get another dose of the pleasurable aphrodisiacs that were inside it. He did fall, that time. He went right to his knees, whimpering, shaking from head to toe as pre-cum pumped from his dick to the floor like water from a faucet.

"Nnngh...ah...ah..."

"Who's your master, Pup?"

"You are."

"Who am I?"

"You...you're Master Leon..."

"And what are you?"

"I'm your slut...I'm..."

"What's your name?"

"Pup."

Obeying by answering questions wasn't the same as obeying orders, but the mind-melting pleasure continued to grow, slamming into him again, and again, and again, each time forcing him to throb harder. His cock was bouncing non-stop between his legs, spraying pre-cum but not letting him go over the edge. The ring was holding him back, forcing him to keep from cumming, and that meant that the urgency of that pleasure was just building higher and higher, making him more and more sensitive.

More and more whimpers escaped from him, leaving him sounding like a pup rather than a wolf. He moaned, his hips rocking back and forth, humping like a feral dog as he was consumed with his own lust.

Then, Leon held out the collar.

Wolf stared at it, unable to look away. It was the impossible thing, the equipment that would be hardest to leave behind. If he put that on, he really was nothing but a pup for the chameleon. He'd never be allowed to forget it, and he didn't know what the emitters on the inside of the collar did. He slowly looked up, panting, begging in the depths of his soul to not have to put it on.

"Wear it, Pup."

Stiffening at the threat of pain from refusing, Wolf lowered his neck against the leather band. Leon pulled it around his neck, pulling it tight so that the emitters all pushed through the fur and touched his neck. The leather itself gently caressed his neck, rubbing it, teasing it, but always reminding him what he was wearing.

A dog collar.

A dog collar for a pup.

He shivered as the obedience pleasure rippled through him, making him crave more. The need to cum had him almost dumb with pleasure, with need, with arousal. He humped the air even as Leon dragged him to his feet again, whimpering, shivering, trying to get something out of it. His asshole kept clenching, building up his arousal with all the aphrodisiacs back there, while his cock was harder than it had ever been, twitching like mad, bouncing, dancing like a stripper or a whore.

"Mmmmph...please..."

"You know what to call me, Pup."

"Please...Master..."

"You want to cum?"

Nodding, he thrust forward, only for Leon to grab him by the base of his cock and squeeze hard. A whimper escaped him before he could stop it.

"If you want to cum, you have to get me off first. Do you understand that, Pup? Do you understand what that means?"

"Mmph...yes...Master..."

"You want to taste me?"

"I..."

"Tell me that you want to suck my cock."

"I want to suck your cock, Master," he said, without any of the hesitation before, and howled with the pleasure that came with obedience.

"Tell me that you want to eat my cum."

"I want to eat your cum. I want to suck it right out of your cock."

"Tell me that you want to be a good pup."

"I'll be a good pup, I'll be a good pup!"

"Then on your knees. Again."

He didn't have a choice. Slowly, surely, he went down to his knees, his head turned up towards the chameleon, his mouth slowly opening as Leon reached to the zipper of his own flightsuit. It came down slowly, eventually spilling a member that was heavy and thick, already hard and eager, and dripping at the tip. He could almost taste the musk from there, and he knew he was going to be doing a lot more than tasting it.

"I'm not going to let you suck me, Pup. I'm going to fuck your face. And you are going to enjoy it."

Wolf shivered.

"That's right. I command you...to enjoy...getting face-fucked by me."

There was no more warning than that. He was staring at the chameleon's cock, and then it was slammed right into his muzzle. He gagged around the tip before it went down his throat, but whether it was something that he wanted, or something that Leon had conditioned him to want, he sucked it down, swallowed, and enjoyed it.

He moaned around the thick lizard cock as it went down his throat, his hands against his thighs as he was fucked. Leon's fingers through his fur dragged him down, forcing him to suck and swallow, to hold that cock deep in his neck again and again and again. Each time it went down, he got a bit more used to it, and his own cock throbbed in response.

Impossible as it was to believe, his dick rose up every time that Leon slammed that cock down his throat. In, out, in, out, his cock rising and throbbing as if it was getting sucked at the same time. Every enjoyable feeling about getting a blowjob was running through his cock at that point, and he arched his back, almost on the verge of cumming. No, past it, and he would have been blowing his load if it wasn't for the fact that he had that damnable cock ring on.

He moaned, he gasped, he shivered, but he could not stop sucking, swallowing, taking that fat cock.

"Enjoy it, pup."

And he did. More than he had ever wanted to, more than he had ever enjoyed another partner, he enjoyed getting used right then and there.

Gluk, gluk, gluk went his throat as he bobbed up and down on that thick rod, given some hint of freedom as Leon started to tire and got closer and closer to his boiling point. Wolf knew, on some level, that he could have done something. It would have cost him, would have hurt him, but he could have done something to knock Leon back.

The problem was...he didn't want to.

Take it, enjoy it, take it, enjoy it.

That was going through his head constantly as he sucked and swallowed, allowing that fat cock to invade his throat again and again. The chameleon grunted over him, no longer giving commands, no longer saying anything, only fucking his face. And with every thrust, his lust grew, and he bobbed his head forward when he could, increasing the pleasure of that dick sliding past his lips and into his throat.

More, more, more!

He kept his hands on his thighs, letting his face get used, his fingers twitching towards his cock. He wanted to stroke, despite knowing it would do no good. He wanted to hump, even though that wasn't allowed. He wanted, more than anything, to cum, but that was down to Leon. He could not finish without the other man's permission.

So, he sucked.

He swallowed.

He glukked around that cock as it pounded into his throat, his tongue out to tease the underside of the shaft, to lick the lizard's balls when they came close. It built up more and more, his entire body burning with pleasure, with need, with the bliss that came from obeying and not getting off.

Please...please...

With a sudden lunge of his hips, Leon hilted one last time. His cock went right down the wolf's throat, the tip rubbing further down than ever before. He gagged slightly, not much, but some, and the spasms of his throat set off the sudden flood that followed. Wolf struggled to swallow, but he managed to get most of it down. The rest lingered in his mouth as Leon pulled out, and he panted around it.

As he sagged forward, panting for breath, shivering from the taste of his 'master's' musk and cum, he could feel Leon staring down at him. He must have looked like a broken, pathetic man, and that was certainly what he felt like. Something battered, broken, shattered from all that he had gone through.

Humiliatingly enough, he swallowed the rest of the cum in his mouth, then slowly looked up. Leon was still panting, but smiling.

"Heh...do you know what that collar does, Pup?"

Wolf shook his head.

"It takes everything that you're feeling right now, and makes it ten times strong. All that submission, all that desperation...all that pleasure..." Leon held up a remote with a single button. "It's an enhancer. I hope you enjoyed all that fun, Pup, because in the next few seconds, you're not going to be able to think of anything else. And here, the magic words. 'Pup-Humps.'"

The release came from the cock ring at the same time that the button was pressed for the collar. The world exploded for Wolf, and he came harder than he ever had in his life. Every thought, every regret, everything at all disappeared, replaced by pure, overwhelming bliss...

The End

Summary: Wolf's humiliation continues, getting worse by the day. And now, Leon decides to take it to the next level...

Tags: M/M, Wolf O'Donnell, Leon Powalski, chameleon, wolf, StarWolf, Star Wolf, Starfox, rule 34, body control, corruption, humiliation, anal, aphrodisiac, oral, blowjob, face fuck, master/slave, collar, orgasm, cum, orgasm control, edging,