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An Owner Infested

Part 4

For dracwarrior and Waggitt

By Draconicon

The weeks passed, and Dhahabi Kaf was 'trained' in the ways of his master's pleasure. He made himself think of it that way, of it being his master's pleasure rather than his owner's, for while the latter was more true, the former was more acceptable. It was one thing to have someone over him with authority. He wasn't sure that he could take the concept of being owned like some sort of true piece of property. As long as he remained an 'employed' service top, that was something that he could take without shattering on the inside.

That said, there was more to learn than merely putting his cock to use for Daryl Walker. The company was in sorry straits, considering the way that Archimedes had managed it before the sale, and while his body had been sold, his likeness had not, and the traitorous badger was keen to put that to work for the company's sake.

When he wasn't being put to use by his...master...he was put to use on the cameras, showing off his body, playing up the corrupted, infected slave that they wanted him to be. Sometimes, he wondered if he wasn't already just that, broken and worthless save for the pleasure that he could bring others.

He bobbed his head on toys, and sometimes on real cocks.

He thrust his hips, showing off his own, desperate to cum and never actually getting the chance to go over the edge.

He rode toys.

He modeled harnesses.

He was threatened with other parasites, left with his cock hovering over vats and worse with more of the monsters. It was arguable that it would be impossible to infect him with the parasite already wrapped around his cock, but the very idea of risking it was horrible enough that he didn't want to think about it.

Everything that the company could come up with, or rather, that Archimedes could, was inflicted on him as a perpetual torment. As if the need to cum, constantly rushing through his veins and flooding him with hypersensitivity and an adrenal state that wouldn't calm down wasn't bad enough, they forced him to show off...

And they made him read the comments afterward. They were always lewd, always wanting, and it was a reminder - or even a threat - that the company could always 'refund' Mr. Walker the price of his servitude and put him up for sale again for someone else.

The threat hung over his head for weeks, and though he hid it, Dhahabi would have been lying if he said he wasn't terrified.

Then, finally, four months later, the announcement came...

Dhahabi was in the process of rolling his ass back against one of the many breaker-toys that the company had laid out for him when the door opened. The werewolf looked up, hissing through his teeth as he felt the heat of the toy in him - no lube, as per usual, showing that his desperation would take him through the worst of the discomfort - and locked eyes with his master. The wolf-dog smiled at him, chuckling.

"Still getting into the bottom side of things?" Daryl asked.

"Hardly."

"Ah, they're making money off you this way?"

"..."

"What?"

"Obviously."

"Well, that's not right."

"...What are you talking about?"

"That's in the contract. All the money you make is supposed to come to me."

The werewolf stopped in his tracks. Mostly. There was still some residual hip movement, a stifled whine as his body tried to force that toy further up inside him. The need to have something rubbing against his prostate, something to give some illusion of an impending orgasm was nearly overwhelming. His body was a slave to the utter need that the parasite forced on him, and even now, in a state of shock and odd relief, he couldn't entirely shake the need to do something to pleasure himself.

They were stealing from him...and me.

And if that was in a contract, then there was something that could be done against them for it. The chance to smack down Archimedes had come.

"Are you going to do something about it, Master?" Dhahabi asked.

"Glad to see that you're calling me my proper title." Daryl chuckled. "I was hoping it wouldn't be just a one-off last time."

It had come easier than the werewolf would like to admit. That wasn't to say that he had held back from calling Mr. Walker his master before; he'd been forced to do it more than once, the pleasure and desperation of each passing moment dragging it from his lips when the wolf-dog asked it of him. Last time, however, he had said it unbidden, and ever since then, the word had come more readily to mind.

He wasn't an idiot. He knew that it was a sign that he had been broken in, somewhere, that his mentality had shifted on the subject. Dhahabi doubted that he would be able to shake that without some deep treatment on the subject that he was very unlikely to get anytime soon.

But...he could live with it. He didn't like it, but he could live with it.

"I call you what you are."

"Then why not call me 'Owner'?" Daryl asked.

"...Because that one...hurts more."

"Well, I don't want you to hurt. I want this to be fun."

"..."

"Well, for me, at least, and if you're hurting too much, that's obvious, and I don't like it."

"Mmmph..."

"But some pain is fun. The sexy kind of pain is fun."

"You - mmmph."

Biting off the curses and insults that wanted to come free, Dhahabi tried to lift himself up and off the toy. However, no sooner had the tip come close to sliding free than his hips pushed down again, sinking him back on the toy. He didn't fight it; he felt the impending emptiness, and while it wasn't as terrifying as the sensory deprivation of the parasite being cut off, it was close.

As his cheeks burned in embarrassment, the wolf-dog reached over and grabbed him around the shoulders, helping him to his feet. The fact that he needed help in the first place twisted that dagger of helplessness in even further, but he took it. Much as he hated to admit it, he wasn't getting off the dildo without someone else dragging him off it. His needs had changed too much.

As soon as the tip popped free, he groaned, the pleasure that he had been building up fading away. His cock continued to twitch, of course, and the parasite wrapped around it squeezed tighter, pushing part of its body further into his shaft. The feeling of the long length of the impromptu sounding rod down his urethra moving in and out was enough to draw a whimper from his throat. Daryl chuckled, of course. The wolf-dog wasn't kidding about enjoying the small bits of pain.

"The parasite getting active again?"

"Mmmph...what do you think, Master?"

"I think that it's plundering your prostate right now."

"Right...in one..."

"Well, maybe we should have it feed on more of your juices."

"Nnngh...I...would not...mmmph...be opposed..."

It was the way the parasite worked. No matter how much it was fed, it always wanted more. Craved more. Needed more. It forced hypersensitivity on him, making his cock the center of his world, and then cut off the ability to cum. It did it remarkably quickly, forcing the body to want that final climax more than anything, only to keep it at bay. Nothing, not even the most intense stimulation, would ever give him that pleasure and release again. Even the most violent e-stim, the harshest prostate stimulation, or the best whores on the planet would get him off.

Dhahabi knew that, logically, but that didn't stop the constant barrage of need from his prostate, nor the desperate churning in his balls. Biologically, his body knew that it needed to cum, and it fought to find every possible way to get off. The constant haze of need never entirely faded, and he had to fight just to think most of the time. His ability to scheme had been utterly destroyed.

It was just as he had hoped, planned, and designed the creature to be, and he would have been proud if he were not the victim.

"Mmmph..."

"You want to cum so badly, don't you?" Daryl asked. "It's always there?"

"You know it is, Master..."

"I know, but...mmm, it's hot to see."

"I need...you know how much I need it."

"I know, I know. And that's why it's so fun to play with the idea of teasing you..."

Another reminder that even his owner - god, he hated that term - was never going to make it better for him. Oh, Mr. Walker was kinder than Archimedes, even genuinely compassionate in some ways. He still remembered the mercy and gentleness during the 'interview' when the badger had turned the parasite off and Mr. Walker had turned it back on, all but saving his life at the time. He was still grateful for that, and he knew, like any dog, that gratitude would never entirely fade away.

But that didn't mean that the wolf-dog was nice.

He hissed as the other man reached down past his knot, rubbing the ring around the base of his cock. It was both the equivalent to a collar he had to wear and the means by which the parasite could be controlled, insofar as it could be controlled at all. Daryl rubbed it a couple of times, almost twisting it, and the feeling of the parasite being twisted further along his cock made him grit his teeth.

"Mmmph..."

"Good or bad?" the wolf-dog asked.

"Not...good."

"But not bad?"

"Mmmph...not good, Master."

It felt like a tightening of the ring, making his cock even harder and keeping even more of his blood flow trapped inside the shaft. He hissed as he swore he could feel every single cell of his cock in that moment, the brush of tightness from the parasite over it, the melded flesh of his cock to it, the way that he was oozing right up through the core of his cock and feeling the suction of the parasite taking it all away for its sustenance: it was all there, and it was pleasurable hell.

He nearly collapsed when Mr. Walker pulled his fingers back, allowing the ring to spin around again. The werewolf panted for breath as the other canine wrapped a leash around the base of his cock, giving it a tug on the ring. His toes curled as he stumbled forward a step.

"Nnngh. What now, Master?" he muttered, even as the pleasure forced a smile on his face.

"You're going on a walk with me."

"Where?"

"Oh, just through the company. And upstairs."

"...Upstairs?"

"I bought more than you, this time."

"..."

"Archimedes was a little more desperate to sell than I thought, and I figured, why not see what else I can get besides you? Of course, now that I know what he was doing on the sly, I'll have to take him to court over something or other."

"I can help with that."

"I'm sure you can," the wolf-dog said with a grin, winking. "Now, how about we have that walk? Naked walks are far more fun, anyway."

The canine that owned his company as well as him led him to the door and then through it. Instead of seeing the usual men in lab coats and security uniforms that he was used to, Dhahabi saw more blushing men in the buff than he had seen in the company halls in his life. His jaw dropped, only for the leash to drag him along and remind him of his place. Pleasure, inescapable pleasure rolled up and down his cock, all but drowning out his thoughts for a few steps until he caught up and put a little more slack on the leash again.

"What's going on, Master?" he asked, the word coming more and more easily with each repetition. "What did you do to my employees?"

"Oh, just initiated a new dress code."

"That's not going to work."

"It already is."

"They're not comfortable with it."

"Oh, they'll get used to it. It's just a bit of fur and skin."

It was more than that. He didn't know what Mr. Walker did with his own time and his own company, but most people weren't this casual about it. They'd need some easing in, and -

Another tug, another mind-blanking wash of pleasure. He shivered as the world dissolved for a few moments, and when he opened his eyes again, they were in the elevator. The ring, the teasing ring, was driving him mad.

"You - mmph - Master. It's not...it's not that simple. I sell sex, but that doesn't mean that my employees are ready for this."

"Mmm, let's get something straight, hmm?" Daryl smiled. "You belong to me, and so do they. Sure, we were doing all this in secret before, but let's not be ashamed of what we are, yes?"

"It's not a matter of shame -"

"All that sex slavery, you mean?"

"..."

"It's a matter of being open about it. The only reason it's illegal is because people are treating other people so badly. The slavery side of it can be sexy, fun, all kinds of good things, but the more that people are ashamed about it, the more secret they have to keep it, and the worse they treat each other. But if we open people up? Then that makes it all safer. Secrets beget shame, and shame makes everything worse."

"...I don't know if I agree. I think -"

"For now, you don't need to think. You just need to be a good dog."

Another tug, and oblivion returned as pleasure coursed through him. He humped the air as the elevator rose, and he truly did stop thinking for a while.

When he was able to stop humping and think clearly again, they'd left the labs behind and were walking through the glass-walled floors where the boardrooms were kept. Dhahabi's breath caught in his throat as he realized that he was completely exposed in front of all the execs that kept the company running on a day-to-day basis, yet his cock throbbed all the harder as he was led past one glass wall after another. The eyes of his underlings - former underlings - on his cock and his ass only added to that stiffening, his prostate and pucker clenching, his balls rising and falling.

"Why?" he whispered.

"Why what?" Daryl asked.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"You know why."

"The shame?"

"Mmm, yes. It's time to break you of that. You're going to be a good boy for all to see. You might as well get used to the fact that everyone is going to see you like this."

"But -"

"Shush."

They were both naked, but one of them had confidence while the other had none. Dhahabi barely managed to keep from gasping as they stepped into one of the boardrooms, executives and directors of different departments staring at the new company owner and his pet. Pet. Pet.

He hated it.

He hated it so much, and he couldn't do anything about it. His face was on fire as the wolf-dog walked around the table, standing at the head of it and resting his hands on the back of the CEO's chair.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Well, gentlemen." Daryl chuckled. "As you might have heard, the company is under new ownership. I don't plan to get rid of Mr. Kaf, as he has a lot of experience running this place - and you - but from now on, all final decisions will go through me. And there will be a great deal of changes in how this place goes about its business."

"Why are you -"

"Ah, ah, questions for later," Daryl said, interrupting the rabbit's question. "I will get to all your questions at the end of the meeting. For now, let's get down to business. Let's talk about the slave trading that's been going on."

It wasn't the way that Dhahabi would have run the board meeting, but he had to admit, the blunt charm and honesty was effective. The execs, most of them experienced businessmen with their fingers in quite a few illegal pies of their own, sputtered in shock and pretended innocence. Yet, for all that, they were as transparent as could be. The hammer of Daryl's charm was working.

The wolf-dog chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'm not going to stop it. But we are going to be open about it from now on. I mean, come on. Everyone does it. Everyone has some sort of freaky sex. Why are we pretending we don't?"

Sputtering mouths slowly closed and eyes, desperate, curious, and sometimes more, turned to the werewolf. The fact that some of them still looked at him like he had the power to turn this around and take control was flattering, and it even soothed his ego a little, but it wasn't true. The werewolf lowered his head, pointing back at the wolf-dog. He was in charge now.

"Thank you, pup," Daryl said.

Wishing that such a simple word didn't give him such a rush of pleasure, Dhahabi huffed and kept his head down. Instead of being allowed to just stand there like an ornament, however, he was dragged closer, his hips twitching as the ring behind his knot pulled him closer. He was made to stand at the side of the CEO's chair, his cock looming over the table. Daryl reached down and squeezed his knot, leaving him moaning, whimpering, panting like some weak little pup in the eyes of the various men and women that he had dominated for so long. Each touch, each stroke fed the parasite around his cock a little bit more, making it shimmer in the boardroom lights.

"Your old boss is mine now. And see this thing around his cock?"

Daryl squeezed the knot, and Dhahabi screamed. His cock felt like it was being super-charged with pleasure, his balls churning like mad. Thrusting forward, he swore that the parasite ballooned a bit at the tip with the sudden shot of pre-cum that burst free.

"Yes, yes, I know. It's sensitive," Daryl said with much the same tone as someone trying to soothe a rabid beast. Pat, pat, pet. His cock was all but a pet itself, now. "This parasite clinging to his shaft is the danger of shame. You can't let anyone else know what's going on, so you have to control it, hide it, keep it a secret. It's time to move past that, to do something a little more mature."

"What are you...what is the point of showing us...this?" another executive, a wolverine, asked.

"I want you to see what can happen if you go back to the old way. I want you to see what happens when you do stuff that's stupid, hiding it from everyone. You get in over your head, and then, there's no taking it back."

Daryl finally let go of him, but the lack of pleasure was almost worse than its presence. The wolf-dog sat on his chair, getting comfortable, only to shake his head.

"This isn't working."

"I'd say not!" the rabbit said. "This is -"

"No, no, not the new ideas. That's fine."

"You -"

"Pup."

There it was again. The werewolf stiffened from head to toe, huffing and trying not to. He looked down as the wolf-dog slipped out of his chair, only to point at it.

"Sit down."

"...Yes, Master."

It was the first time that he'd said that in front of the rest of the board, and to a one, they gasped in shock. They stared as he sat down, his cock so hard, so stiff, so desperate for more stimulation that it throbbed over the edge of the table. He got as comfortable as he could on a chair that was as good as a throne, and the wolf-dog patted his head.

"Now, let's get this out of the way. Unlike your previous boss, I'm not a top."

The board blinked, at sea once more. One or two sputtered, trying to come up with a suitable response to that, but nobody managed one before Daryl continued.

"I'm a power bottom. And for me, that means that Mr. Kaf's cock is just perfect for my tastes. Big, fat, and oh so obedient. And it'll make it much easier for me to focus if I can enjoy it inside me while we work. So, Dhahabi - Pup - make sure that you don't make a sound, understand?"

"...Yes, Master."

"Good, good."

And just like that, the wolf-dog sat down in his lap. No ceremony, no teasing, just a hint of lining up and grinding on him before thrusting back. The feeling of burying everything but his knot in that tight little pucker so quickly sent a rush through him, and he groaned as his muscles tensed and tightened from head to toe. Oh, that was good. That was so good.

As he panted softly, shaking his head from the intense stimulation, Daryl just fixed his attention on the board again. He smiled, leaning forward, his hole sliding up slightly from the werewolf's knot.

"So, shall we talk business? Specifically, how transparent we're going to be from now on?"

Once, Dhahabi would have been rather interested in seeing someone else conduct business, particularly with his own company. However, with that tight pucker clenching just over his knot, so close to taking his entire cock within that hole, he was rather...distracted, to say the least. His breath came in short gasps, and he kept his eyes half-closed as he tried to focus through the need.

It was all but impossible, of course. While little words and phrases pushed through from time to time, almost all of his attention was directed at the hole around his cock. He bit off his groans, being a good dog and keeping quiet for the sake of his master, but it was a hard thing to do. Everything in him wanted to hump, to rut, to fuck, and it only got worse whenever the wolf-dog shifted position and enjoyed his cock from a different angle.

However, it was at its worst when the smaller hound pushed back and rested right against the top of his sensitive knot. The leash was never quite put to use in this position, the ring never quite pulling against him, but that pucker was more than enough of a tease to keep him whimpering like a good pup, a good dog.

The parasite added to it, constantly pulling through his urethra. The suction it applied to his prostate, the tingling need that it enforced, would have broken anyone in a matter of seconds. The only reason that it didn't break him was because he could no longer cum...and because, psychologically, he was already broken.

I'm nothing but a toy, now.

Even thinking it was a harsh thing, but oddly enough allowed some of the humiliation to turn to something else. Something better, something sexier, something...acceptable. Something hot.

Something that made him harder.

It didn't take long for the meeting to turn even more awkwardly sexual. Daryl started riding him - though not as hard as he would have liked - as he pushed his hips back again and again. Each hip-thrust buried the werewolf's cock in the wolf-dog's hole, and the flagrant use of their former boss as a toy had the executives completely on edge. He saw it in their eyes in his few moments of lucidity: they all wondered if he would go after them in the same way.

It was enough to make them break down and give him whatever he wanted. A scant hour later - though it felt like a day of riding, with the torment and tease of being unable to release - they had signed multiple agreements that required a certain transparency from all company board members and from the company itself from then on. They shuffled out as fast as they could as soon as Daryl accepted the signatures, each one muttering under their breath to the other about their fate.

"Mmmph...They're not going to be...happy about this, Master," Dhahabi said.

"Oh, I know. Still got what I wanted."

"Mmmph...everything you wanted?"

"Well, near enough."

POP!

"Nnngh!"

Dhahabi groaned, the whimpers that he had been holding back to some extent coming out freely now that there wasn't an audience to hear them. He grabbed at his balls, the horrendous feeling of denial hitting him again as the stimulation stopped. It was one more reason that he was willing to put up with the indignities of constant use; stimulation of any sort was better than the lack of it, and no matter how much the parasite put him through, it was never enough compared to the real thing. Hypersensitive or not, riled up or not, frustrated or not, he was an addict now.

That admission following on the heels of realizing that he was broken was painful and, at the same time, almost a little freeing. It made him feel like he was no longer held back by something.

"Master?"

"Hmm?" Daryl asked, looking up from the signatures. "Do you want to go further?"

"...I don't...and at the same time..."

"Heh, feeling hungry for ass?"

"I'm feeling hungry to knot, Master," he admitted.

"You want to serve."

"Grrrrr..."

"Heh, not the way that others do, but you want to serve my ass." Daryl winked. "You love it when I treat you as nothing more than a dildo. Nothing more than a walking dick that can fuck the living shit out of me."

"How can you be so..."

"Shameless?"

"...Yes."

"Honestly, that's just me admitting what I enjoy. When you don't feel any shame in enjoying something, it's easy to do it in public. The whole 'shameless debauchery' thing has a lot going for it. And when you have the tools to help others accept that? Well, there's no shame in using that, either."

"...Do you think I was ashamed of myself for selling slaves?"

"I think that you felt the judgment of the world, and you hid that shame behind practicality and pragmatism," Daryl said, shaking his head. "No more of that. From now on, we're open about what we want, what we do, and what we sell."

"They'll come for us. Slavery is illegal."

"For now, but we can market it as something else. It's all in the name, really, and by the time that someone finds a way around that? We'll have erased the shame, and people will want it."

He doubted that. Daryl felt like an idealist, someone that didn't know what the hell he was talking about, but there was something to it that...well, spoke to him. Dhahabi knew the world, knew the laws, and for all that there was something in Daryl's philosophy, he knew that the legal world would come down on them like nothing else. This sort of blunt charm worked as a disarming tactic in negotiations, in vague diplomacy and deal-making, but it would do fuck-all when it came to dealing with the law.

That would be his work, he imagined, if he was allowed to think about it. If he was able to power through the constant need. If he was allowed to be anything but a fucking toy.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, you're right about at the point of needing to properly rut again, aren't you?" Daryl asked, sitting down on the transparent table. "Want me to order you to fuck my ass again?"

"Mmmph...there are things...things that need to be taken care of, Master."

"Pup."

Dhahabi hissed, everything - even the parasite - tensing up at that word. He could feel it running straight through him, rubbing his prostate from the inside as if it were a finger stroking him, milking him. The beat of his heart set the pace, and it didn't take long for him to be oozing again. Yet, this time, it was for the word as much as it was the parasite, and he knew it.

"Yes, Master?"

"I'm the one that will take care of things now."

"But -"

"No buts, Pup."

"Mmmph..."

"I didn't buy you to take care of things. I bought you to enjoy you, and to take care of you." Daryl smiled. "I want you to enjoy yourself, but you will do what you're told. Do you understand me?"

"..."

"Do you understand me, Pup?"

That name was not fair. It tingled right down his spine and left him feeling like he was getting stroked, petted, and teased from head to toe every time he heard it. It made him feel good. Words weren't supposed to make someone feel that good.

However, there was no denying that they did, and as his cock throbbed, Dhahabi lowered his head in submission. His master nodded, spreading his legs as he scooted to the edge of the glass table.

"Come here. Show me what you have."

"Mmmph..."

"No, no, no complaining. Get over here. You're not in charge anymore, Pup. I am. And we're going to have a good time."

Stumbling across the room, the werewolf lowered his cock between the other male's legs. He knew that this was what he had brought on himself, but even as he strained to think of a way out, he knew that there wasn't one. He had already been broken. A simple word was enough to derail his thoughts.

He was a toy...and he would act like one.

The End

Summary: Dhahabi Kaf is fully, finally broken down by his new owner, and certain shifts occur within the company.

Tags: M/M, Public, Exhibitionism, Surprise, Control, Knot Ring, Cock Ring, Parasite, Sounding, Anal, Walking Dildo, Series, Corruption, Pet Play, Shameless, No Orgasm, Edging, Never Cum,