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An Owner Infested

Part 3

For dracwarrior and Waggitt

By Draconicon

Dhahabi Kaf slept the sleep of the damaged soul, the sort of sleep that came with dreams of past glories warped to terrors, of old triumphs brought back to haunt the sleeper, and moments of happiness twisted around until there was nothing wonderful about them any longer. There was no trace of the old werewolf in those dreams, merely the cowering thing that he had been forced to become on camera for the sake of his company.

In his dreams, he was free in but one way, and that way was to climax again and again for those that watched him, made to prove that he enjoyed what had been done to him. To have a cock bigger than his own rammed up his ass to the point of stretching him beyond physical possibility, then cum from it? To have his mouth rammed down someone else's cock, to feel it stretching his throat out and throbbing from it? To have it all seen, recorded, and documented for the future?

His dreams contained all that and more, and it was as humiliating as it sounded, and yet he came again and again and again. His dreams were soaked white, something that the real him could no longer do.

Dhahabi groaned in his dreams, trying not to let the shadowy others see what had become of him. He could not stand the idea of anyone seeing him - him, the great CEO and powerful slave trader - being broken down to this level. The very concept was alien to who he was, and yet...yet the slave parasite wrapped around him had done that, and - oh, the pleasure that it brought him...

Even now, even here in the dream, he could feel the wriggling, the pleasure, the need that filtered through into his sleep. It was always there, always pushing his buttons, always begging him to submit to that pleasure even further. It lied to him, telling him that he'd get that final release that he needed so badly if he just gave in, if he just allowed them that little bit more control. The constant pressure behind his knot was not helping, leaving him grunting, shaking, trembling...

Dripping...

He dreamed of the toy, of the touch, and then -

"No...no..."

The dream turned dark at the memories of the deep horrors of the sensory deprivation. The constant, low-key pressure on his nervous system disappeared, leaving him feeling nothing. Not a flicker of his own fur shifting, not a tickle of his tail against his cheeks, literally nothing could be felt, and he gasped for breath, hoping, straining to fill his lungs, not even sure that he could do that.

He could die. He could die, and nobody would care, and he would almost prefer that to the yawning emptiness of this lack of stimulation. He screamed -

And he woke up.

Dhahabi gasped for breath as he sat up, his eyes wild, his fur fluffed out much the same way as a panicked cat's would have been. The werewolf reached over his naked body, pushing the fur back down, feeling the strands beneath his fingers and hissing in pained relief as he felt his own hands properly once more. The sensation was all there, the feeling of his touch what it should be.

This is wrong...this is very wrong...

He was Dhahabi Kaf. He shouldn't be like this. This was the status of a slave, the state of someone broken for sale. That wasn't him. He was...

He had been the CEO of his company, the keeper of the secrets, the developer of parasites, and now, he was kept in one of the research cells at the bottom of the company headquarters. There was nothing for him here, nothing but the humiliation of being broken in bit by bit by his own employees. They probably hated him more than the slaves he'd sold had done, but unlike the slaves, they were more than willing to take their fury out on him. And now that he was locked down by the thing on his cock, he had no option but to suffer through it and hope for the best.

The dark-furred werewolf looked down at it again. His cock hadn't gone soft since the damn thing had been applied, and this was no exception. That was no mere morning wood down there, but a constant stiffness that had not slipped or diminished for...how long now? A Week? He felt that it had to be something like that, something extended and lengthy for how tense and tight it felt down there. He grimaced under his breath as he imagined something touching him now, and the very idea was enough to make him whimper as his cock bounced up and down.

It was so sensitive now, and he had no doubt that it would only become more so as the days and weeks went on. The fact that it was designed that way only rankled more, considering that he had been the one to send the design particulars down to R&D. They had been more than happy to make it a reality for him, and now...

Now he was the one that had to suffer through the consequences of it. What a karmic turnaround.

Shaking his head, he slowly rolled his hips, moving to sit up in bed. The thick metal door to his cell loomed in front of him, the low light of his cell all that he had to see by. Archimedes was probably on his way down to take possession of him again, or would be soon enough. Dhahabi groaned, rubbing his head as he tried to remember just how long he'd been sleeping. His body clock had never been that good, but he imagined that it had been a while. At least four hours.

Four hours of exhaustion...four hours of humiliation...

And four hours of dripping into the parasite around his cock. He looked down at it again, at the dark sheen that had wrapped itself around his cock and made it clear that he was never going to get it free again. The taste of sensory deprivation had been an effective warning if he ever tried to cut the parasite off his cock, or even attempt some sort of surgical removal. Even the best-case scenario, one where he ended up drugging himself silly to withstand the side effects of removing it, showed that it would be all but impossible for him to go back to a normal life without it.

He was doomed. Effectively doomed.

Gritting his teeth, the werewolf hovered his hands over either side of his cock, thinking about just pulling the trigger. Metaphorically and literally, he could. All it would take would be a claw raked along the side of the parasite, and it would all be over. All the humiliation, all the pleasure that he had drowned in. All the need...

And yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not yet. Not when there was still even a hint of a chance, not when the humiliation wasn't so high that he couldn't eventually climb past it. He could...one day...if he was lucky...

Click.

He looked up from the blue-black parasite around his cock, staring at the badger as he walked through the door. Archimedes smiled, pulling his lab coat tight around his middle.

"Dhahabi. Glad that you're awake."

"..."

"Are you still angry with me?"

"Obviously."

"Do you think that it matters?"

"...Probably not."

"Then we are learning."

Learning, yes, but not learning to obey. Learning where the lines were, where the pain would come from, where he would have to take care in matters of self-preservation. In all those matters, he needed to be better than he currently was. He nodded as the badger walked up to him, tapping a finger against the cock ring wrapped around the base of his permanently-hard knot.

"We've had you on camera all night long."

Dhahabi refused to answer that. Instead, he kept his head down, his hands clenched at his side. The badger's tapping finger stroked up, and it sent shivers of utter bliss up and down his spine, as if each touch could have triggered an orgasm. Once, perhaps, before the parasite, that might have happened. Now, it was just a reminder of what he had been modified to never, ever feel again.

"You've been dripping."

"..."

"The parasite must have been very well-fed."

"..."

"You aren't going to rise, hmm?"

"One way or another...I will learn."

"Heh..."

The badger slapped his cock, and Dhahabi tumbled off the bed, hugging his arms around his middle as he fell into a fetal roll. He huffed hard, panting for breath as he stumbled to all fours. The badger stood over him.

"Let's not forget, Dhahabi. You are a slave, now."

"Mmmph..."

"And slaves are all but worthless without a buyer."

"..."

"Fortunately for you, we have one that's already interested."

...You...what?

He'd imagined that there would be a greater humiliation waiting today, but that was several tiers past the worst he'd imagined. The idea of servicing the janitors of the company had been bad enough, but the possibility of actually being sold, of someone buying more than just the recordings of his treatment had seemed so far past possible that he hadn't even considered it. He looked up, slowly shaking his head. It had to be a lie. There was no way that they'd just dispose of -

No.

Wait.

Yes, they would. They would, and they'd do it with the greatest happiness so long as it didn't threaten the continued existence of their paychecks. And someone that was interested enough in him was probably someone that could buy more than just the recordings. They would find the money to do it, just for the sake of bringing him down one more peg than they already had.

Before he could protest further, Archimedes pulled on the ring again, and he was upright. Any further fighting would just result in further 'testing' that he didn't want.

He was led by a knot-leash again, each tug sending a shock right down to his balls before going back up to his cock. The pressure constantly reminded him of how close he was to the edge, how deep he was in this constant stimulation hell, before reminding him that he wasn't going to get the chance to relieve himself. Not now, not ever, and the more that he wanted it, the more that he craved that eventual release, the more disappointed that he would get. He had to learn.

Dhahabi groaned as he was dragged along in the nude, pulled past one employee after another. Their eyes were never fixed to his cock for long, despite the sheer girth and length of it, but rather leaning around to look past his hips at his bare ass. His tail would have gone down, but he knew that Archimedes would punish him for that if he let it happen. Instead, the werewolf was forced to keep it up, well out of the way, and merely did his best to ignore the constant staring.

Of course, that didn't do anything to make him forget it. Even as he stared straight ahead, trying to put their stares out of his mind, he was aware that he was being consumed by even the lowly service people in the labs. They had all been told what he had become. For that matter, he'd be surprised if they didn't all have copies of the training/sample recording of what had become of him. It would have served both as a means of keeping control - telling them that they could have the same done to them - and made sure that they were well-educated as to the capabilities of the company...and what it would do to make sure that it kept making a profit.

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

And the constant pressure of that knot ring made him love it. The parasite's low-key milking seemed almost attuned to the pulling of that ring and leash, and the constant thud, thud, thud of his own footsteps seemed to be as much a metronome to the pulse of the pleasure as the actual tugging. He groaned, feeling the throbbing going through him again and again, and bit his lips as he felt just how needy he'd become. He wanted to forget it, to be more sane, but the tugging just never stopped. He moaned before he could stop himself, and Archimedes halted, looking back.

"Hmmm, was that someone begging for more?"

"...Never."

"Heh..."

The badger tapped something at the end of the leash, and Dhahabi screamed as he fell to his knees. The parasite's length that had gone down his cock started vibrating, buzzing so hard that it felt like shockwaves going through his shaft. Every pulse, every buzz, jolted him from the tip of his cock right down to his prostate, and he outright whimpered from the hard-hitting pleasure.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Let's not forget who is the bottom here, Dhahabi," Archimedes said. "You are nothing but a controlled piece of merchandise now. Do you really want to try and pull any defiance with me?"

"Nnngh..."

"I want an apology now, like a good dog."

"Mmmph..."

"Or we can stand here in the hallway, and everyone will see you like the whimpering pup you've become."

The werewolf huffed, clenching his fists, biting off those very same whimpers as they climbed up in his throat. He wanted - no, required the satisfaction of ripping the badger's throat out, but there was no way that he could. The pleasure was nearly as debilitating as the lack of it. No matter what he did, he knew that he'd be kicked right back down, and Archimedes was right. The longer this went on, the more that the common employees would see it.

He groaned, lowering his head.

"I'm...sorry."

"What was that, hmm?"

"I'm sorry...for defying...you..."

"I'm sorry. You're still not saying the thing I need to hear."

"I'm sorry for...defying you...master."

There it was. He turned his head to the side, ignoring the badger's chuckle. The ring buzzed again, and the constant vibrations down his cock-hole stopped. He almost fell flat on his face, his eyes closed as he gasped for breath.

How did the slaves stand this? How were they able to function when this was wrapped around them at all times? It seemed impossible, yet they were still out there, still doing the jobs that they were assigned. It helped, admittedly, that the slaves were all but restricted to sex work for the people that he'd sold them to, but that didn't mean that it was easy. He grunted as he stood up, his breath coming ragged and rough as he got back to his feet. The badger cocked his head to the side.

"Are you done now?"

"Yes...master."

"Good. Now, come on. Your prospective buyer shouldn't be kept waiting any longer."

He had no idea who this could be. There were many that would love to see him taken down a peg, but none that would have the interest to buy him this quickly. Who might it be?

As he tried to build a list, he was dragged through the hallways, up an elevator, and out to one of the main, public floors. He almost forgot that he was being displayed in the nude for a time, and only realized just what a display he was making of himself when they reached a meeting room and found that the buyer, too, was completely naked. Dhahabi stopped in his tracks, blinking.

The newcomer wasn't someone that he recognized, but did have the grooming to imply that he came from money. His brown and silver fur was slicked back with a simple oil, held back to look at once shaggy and well-groomed. The werewolf placed him as a wolf-dog, specifically one that mixed an Australian Shepherd with a wolf, and he was quite large, thick in the paws and legs while still being quite tall and broad across the shoulders. He smiled as Dhahabi was led in.

"Ah, so this is what you look like in person. I like it."

"Who...are you?" Dhahabi asked.

"Oh, excuse me. Daryl Walker, head of a company that you probably haven't heard of -"

"I've heard of it."

A sex toy company, as far as he had heard, though one that was a little more exotic and less focused on the living sort than his had been. The Walkers had been around for a little while, selling different things that helped build up a more 'consenting' relationship between the sluts out there, rather than dealing with the sort of slavery that he had built his economic empire on. He smirked.

"Well, now we see what you're really interested in."

"Is it true that he's completely controlled?" Daryl asked, looking down at the badger.

"He's as controlled as we can manage. He's got an attitude still, but it's something we're working on."

"I see, I see. And he's completely -"

"He's earned this, Mr. Walker. Don't think he hasn't."

"...I guess."

The other dog stepped out from behind the table between them, and it was quite clear that he was rather aroused at the idea of the werewolf being in his possessions. At least, that was what Dhahabi had gathered from his -

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

The parasite was kicking up again, going from the mild level of stimulation that he was almost used to up to the milking feeling. He arched his back, thrusting his hips forward as his balls churned away, pre-cum flowing freely. Every bit of it that went up his cock felt like a small bulge running through his shaft, reminding him of the true pleasure of just how much he could be relieved if he could just cum. Yet here he was, still restrained, still completely helpless. It galled him.

"Oh, he's getting even harder," Daryl said. "That's the parasite, then?"

"Yes, Mr. Walker," Archimedes said, the pair of them utterly ignoring him as he clenched his fists at his sides. "As you can see, it still affects him, even after a few days of wearing it. It ensures that the stimulation levels never entirely decline. There's always something new to feel, and a new level for it to grow to."

"Could he go crazy eventually?"

"Perhaps, but there's ways to do a quick cut-off."

"How's that?"

Oh...no...

"There's a cut-off, a means of denying the parasite control temporarily. We showed it on the recording, but -"

"Was that when he fell over?"

"Let me demonstrate, Mr. Walker."

No, no!

He would have reacted if he'd been entirely aware it was about to happen, if he wasn't distracted by the throbbing, pulsing bursts of need that were rippling up and down his cock. Hell, he might have grabbed Archimedes by the wrist and bitten his arm off in desperation, but he was slow, too slow, far too slow. The badger lifted the leash and pushed a button.

The world slowed around him as the stimulation stopped abruptly, and so too the steady flow of drugs from the parasite through his cock. Dhahabi gasped, his mouth hanging open as he slumped to his knees, and from there, to all fours. He gasped for breath, his heart skipping, his eyes rolled back as he strained for the edge of the leash. He almost touched it, only for the badger to pull it further back. The werewolf fell flat on his face, but didn't feel it. He felt nothing, nothing at all.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He barely heard his own gasps for breath, his mind drifting away as his heart thudded away. Pain? Pleasure? Abstract concepts at best, nothing compared to the agony of emptiness that this was. There was no air to scream, no capability to fight back. All that mattered was the full nothingness that throbbed through him, and the faint shouting going on in the background.

I'm...I'm...

Dhahabi felt his heart stop. His body stiffened. His mouth ceased moving...

Zzzzt.

And then it came back. He fell on his side, gasping for breath, hunched into a ball, his hips thrusting away as the parasite started sucking and milking his cock once more. The tears of pain and humiliation started flowing before he could stop them, and he wanted to scream in pure fury at the latest reminder of his own helplessness. That damn badger. That fucking bastard of a badger.

Then, there was something else.

A hand on his head. Gentle, fingers patting and petting his cheek. A blurred face leaned in, but not the black and white face of Archimedes. It was...

Daryl?

The wolf-dog dragged him upright, helping him sit up. He coughed, sputting, and the other canine shook his head.

"Well, that was a bitch-move on the badger's part," Daryl said. "I didn't think it'd be that bad."

"Where...is...he?" Dhahabi asked.

The wolf-dog nodded over his shoulder. The werewolf glanced in that general direction, only to see that the badger was knocked out, a black eye already forming on his face. He looked down, saw that the wolf-dog had the leash in hand, and looked up again with one eyebrow raised.

"Eh, I didn't like the way that he was pushing things."

"I thought..."

"You were probably gonna die?"

Dhahabi was not a man to admit weakness, particularly not in front of those that might take advantage of it, but in that moment, there was no shame in nodding. He'd been so close to dying that he doubted that it had been anything less than obvious to the other two in the room. Doubtless it had only been a display, something to let Archimedes show off his power, but the fear of death had come so sharply, so suddenly. Dignity and thoughts of revenge weren't enough to stay that terror.

He wanted to live. No matter how undignified and humiliating that life would be, he still wanted to live.

As he laid there, all but cuddled in the arms of the wolf-dog, he realized that it hadn't been his nemesis turning his life back on again. It had been the wolf-dog. He'd been rescued by the very man that was here to buy him. The implications were not lost on him. Dhahabi looked up again.

"How much do you have?"

"What do you mean?"

"How much did you come here with?"

"To - oh, right. The whole reason for the meeting."

Yes. The whole reason for the meeting that had all but been forgotten due to his near-death experience. It was saying something that the wolf-dog had forgotten it that easily, but he wasn't entirely certain just what. Dhahabi shook his head, sitting up properly, finding his feet, and Daryl followed him up. They met each other's eyes, and this time, he didn't miss the wolf-dog's glances up and down his body, and how the other man's sheath bulged at the sight of him.

He's going to buy me...one way or another.

He sighed. Now that he was sane enough to think rationally, he knew that there were far worse options out there. The werewolf had made many enemies over the course of his career, and he knew for a fact that as soon as they had the funds, they'd be here to make an offer. He'd best be gone before they were there to do it; they were smart enough to take him to the breaking point again and again, destroying him utterly. This man, however, this Walker male...he might be nice.

Nice, as in stupid.

Stupid, as in someone that could be manipulated.

Dhahabi knew that there was no way to return to his old life. That had been stripped from him to a point that no other rich man might cure. But if he had the right owner, he might be able to convince them to run things his way, which in turn...

Archimedes would regret this. If he had it his way, the badger would regret everything that he had done up to this point.

Daryl stepped back, leaning against the desk. The wolf-dog looked him over one more time, then smiled.

"So, let's get introductions out of the way. Properly this time, huh?"

"If you desire," the werewolf said.

"I'm Daryl Walker, and I'm pretty dick-focused, least right now. Definite power bottom, looking for a service top."

"...Not a bottom?" Dhahabi asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Not right now, anyway. Might use your ass a bit, but my attention's been on your dick since you walked through the door."

Better and better...mostly. He suppressed a little gasp of pleasure as the parasite felt like it was starting to thrust down his shaft again, forcing its way through his urethra down to his prostate and rub it again. His cock jumped, a few little bubbles of pre-cum making their way up and getting consumed by the insufferable little beast. He put it out of his head, focusing on the wolf-dog's words.

"You want my cock, then?"

"Very much."

"And you want me to give it to you?"

"No. I want to make you give it to me."

Daryl smirked as he leaned back on the desk, spreading his legs as his balls hung down. He dragged his legs up and back, showing off a hole that had certainly seen some use, though not nearly as much as some of the slaves that Dhahabi had sold in the past. The werewolf grinned as he pulled them up and over his shoulders, all but offering himself in that moment.

"Come over here. Show me what you got."

"Right now?"

"Why not? Consider it an interview. Let me see if you're good enough with that dick to buy."

"...You are talking as if I'm nothing but a piece of meat."

"And you aren't getting any less hard from that."

Annoyingly, no. He did not quite glare - he was 'trained' well enough at this point to know the stupidity of that - but he did narrow his eyes at the wolf-dog. Daryl didn't seem to mind, and only spread his legs that little bit further, showing off that pucker even more. It certainly seemed of a stretch to be able to take him, he supposed, though it was undignified to do it this way.

"Come on. We both know you like it."

"You don't know anything."

"I watched the recording. I know that you enjoy putting your dick in someone."

"..."

"Or are you afraid that I can't take it?"

"If anything, that would entice me."

"Then come over here and find out."

The 'invitation' was more of an order this time, and he knew that there was little choice of saying no. Not just because of the danger, but for the lost opportunity. This was likely the best of his limited options when it came to finding a buyer. Nobody meeker would come to buy him, and a fair few enemies would. More than that, he doubted that Archimedes would allow anyone in for an interview without a proper screening from now on, which would cut down on viable buyers even further.

He had no choice.

Trying to be thankful that this was at least a task that he enjoyed, he stepped forward, urged on by his cock and the leash attached to the knot. He took a deep breath as he stood between the wolf-dog's legs, holding his tip against that pucker, feeling it clenching around the parasite-coated tip. They had long-since passed the point of no return, and the parasite itself was not in a budding state, which meant that it wouldn't be passing the taint on to someone else, more's the pity. He held position for a moment, feeling the tickling of the wolf-dog's wagging tail under his balls, then finally shoved forward.

"Mmmph!"

The wolf-dog was tighter than he looked, and hotter too. As Dhahabi thrust forward, grinding his cock past that rim, Daryl clenched down just hard enough to slow that slippery cock down. The feeling of friction through the parasite left him huffing, puffing, his balls trying to remember how to draw up...

But just as before, nothing of the sort happened. He groaned under his breath, the frustration hitting him hard, only for Daryl to lean in, grabbing him by the shoulder. The smaller wolf-dog looked up at him with all the confidence in the world.

"And that...is why you're going to do what you're told."

"Nnngh..."

"When I buy you...I own you...and it's the only way that your dick is ever going to feel this good again. I'll let you remember what it's like...but you're going to be mine."

"Ah..."

"Mmm, getting harder down there? Good...now, fuck me with it."

There was nothing else that Dhahabi could do. The intense feeling of being so deep in someone else already was kicking his old instincts into high gear, and even as his well-intended thoughts begged him to pull out, to try and resist, he couldn't.

Instead, he obeyed. His hips hammering in and out even as Daryl leaned back and guided his tempo with tugs on that leash...

The End

Summary: The downward spiral continues, with Dhahabi meeting a potential buyer.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, Parasite, Humiliation, Werewolf, Denial, No Orgasm, Nudity, Teasing, Slavery, Wolf-Dog, Badger, Cock Control, Series, Anal, Power Bottom, Service Top, Ownership,