Repost as Full story: Kalvin and Harvard Chapter 1: Discharge Consultation

So, a couple folks pointed out that the link to download the story PDF in my first post was kinda hard to see, and some of them thought it was just a link to download the image I posted alongside the story. So! Here is the whole story in text form. If you'd like to get a nice PDF version, jump back to the previous post. Otherwise, enjoy!

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One of the things about fap fiction, which is a big part of what I write, is that you can cover ideas which are super crazy and far to kinky or dark for real life. This is such a story. It's a new series I'll be debuting here about a college age hyena who gets kidnapped, and turned into the perfect buff servant for his new master. It's a collaboration with another author, and I hope you like it. (If kinky NC muscle porn is your thing.)

Coauthor: Ajax B. Coriander

Setting: Blackstone's Organization

Word Count: 5600

Tags: NC, Chastity, Slavery

(This one is gonna be kinky and dark at times, just so you know.)

The rest of this is backstory about how I came write the series.

Two and a half years ago I read a story by Blackstone, over on Sofurry called "A choice of Three Masters". It was 11 chapters of ultra kinky chastity and dominance play, and stopped basically mid story. I had... Views on how I felt the story should end, and flat out asked the author how it was gonna end. Blackstone didn't really know, it had been a year since he'd worked on the story, but he liked my ideas, and we brainstormed a potential ending for the series. I started writing chapters for the series and of course I am nowhere near finishing it. But I have written a lot for the series, which is now up to chapter 23.

One of the things that working on "Choice" did was inspire another friend of mine, grew out of that collaboration was this series, a collaboration between myself and my friend Ajax, who wanted to write something in the same universe as the Organization stories, and so we created one together. This is chapter one of that series, which will be a pretty long running series since we've already written 14 full chapters. And it's a series we know will end, as we've got the plot all worked out.

I hope you enjoy it, but I will warn you again, this story is dark compared to High School Days.

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Kalvin King sighed happily to himself and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on his fur. The athletic hyena was lounging in a deck chair beside the pool with his eyes closed, soaking in the hot sun. There was a beeping sound from somewhere to his left, probably his cellphone trying to get his attention, but he ignored it. If he didn’t open his eyes, then he didn’t have to deal with it, or anything else for that matter. And Kalvin didn’t want to open his eyes. He could feel the sun on his face and the gentle touch of his boyfriend Frank as he gently traced thick fingers over Kalvin’s chest. The Rottweiler liked running his fingers across the hyena’s spotted fur, connecting the dots and making the hyena squirm. Kalvin giggled as he did so now, the smell of chlorine from the pool tickling his nose… No, that was antiseptic burning his nose, and Frank… Kalvin woke up with a start as his mind began to clear.

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The hyena’s eyes shot open, his heart pounding with panic as he tried to leap out of the reclined bed he was laying in. He had to assume the greeting position! If Conrad came in and he wasn’t... he had to get up... but something held his arms back. No, no, no, Kalvin thought desperately, struggling to get up. He had to be on his knees, arms behind his back, hips thrust forward to display his properly chastised cock right now! He had been carefully and thoroughly trained to assume that position every morning upon waking to greet the german shepherd. Conrad would be here any moment… he had too… the hyena struggled, legs twisting in the blankets of the bed, his biceps bulging with a lot more strength than his sleep-addled brain expected, but his arms were firmly restrained. The moment of panic which the hyena now felt every time he woke up passed, and Kalvin blinked his eyes, looking around the brightly lit hospital like room he was in for the first time.

Confusion fogged the hyena’s brain as he slumped back onto the bed. Where was he? Where was Conrad? Kalvin could see the sun streaming in through a high slot window, so it was well past sunrise when the german shepherd normally woke him. There were restraints on his wrists and upper arms that were connected to the bed by thick chains, but they left him with a surprising range of motion, enough to sit up and even roll over.

Waking up in bondage was no longer a new sensation to the hyena, but he expected it to be more… well restraining than this. Kalvin jingled the chains securing him to the bed as he moved his arms experimentally. He yanked on the chains, twisting his arms, but the cuffs held fast against his best efforts, and they were padlocked to make sure he stayed put. Okay, Kalvin thought, they’ve restrained me, but only enough to keep me in bed. That means Conrad won’t punish me for not assuming the proper position to greet him when he gets here. Right?

Well, probably. That was one of the few nice things about the german shepherd, Conrad only punished him when he actively disobeyed or misbehaved. Some of the others were not so kind.

As his heartbeat slowed, the hyena took stock of where he was and how he’d got there. Kalvin didn’t remember being injured, or any other reason he might end up in a hospital room, but the chains were a clear sign that he hadn’t been miraculously rescued from the nightmare his life had become. He wasn’t in any pain, and he also had no obvious wounds or lumps on the back of his head that might explain why the last thing he remembered was passing out in the tiny cell he slept in now. The hyena rubbed a paw across his head; fingers running through his red head fur and down his neck, wondering what new twist his life had taken to land him here in this hospital bed.

Kalvin was a slave now. He hated it, but the hyena had to admit to himself what he’d become. Four months ago, men in black masks had kidnapped him from the apartment he had shared with Frank, and everything had gone to hell since then. They’d knocked him out, and he’d woken up naked bound to a bed, a chastity cage around his dick, and a grinning german shepherd named Conrad standing over him.

Conrad had then patiently explained how his life was going to proceed from that moment forward. The hyena was a ‘product’ to be sold, just like all the other young men trapped in the slave training facility alongside him were. Instead of going back to his college and attending his classes, Kalvin would be conditioned harshly until he thought like a true slave and acted like one reflexively, and then he was going to be sold to a master he would serve for the rest of his life. A real man who Kalvin would be forced to pleasure in any way his Master wanted. The men of the shadowy Organization behind all this called it ‘finding him a forever home’.

And the dog had been good to his word. Conrad had started by forcing Kalvin to crawl across the floor and lick his boots. Then suck his dick. Then suck a dozen dicks in a row, while enthusiastically thanking each of the ‘real men’ he’d blown for sharing their load with such a lowly slave. It was humiliating, but the trainers as the facility were brutally efficient men, and there were so many twisted things masters of the Organization could do to the young men they were making into ‘products’.

Some of the punishments had been physical, like flogging a rebellious boy, but often they were mental in nature. Like gang banging a ‘straight’ male while sexually teasing him for days on end, until his dick was permanently rewired to respond to being fucked rather than doing the fucking. Other boys, some just out of their teens and at the peek of their sexual prowess, had been locked into chastity permanently, the caged welded shut around their dick. Their only hope for release would be to find a particularly lenient master who might give them anal orgasms. Other slaves who were particularly rebellious were put into permanent bondage, becoming living furniture.

The hyena shuddered, blocking those thoughts out of his mind. That wasn’t going to happen to him. Kalvin had avoided all those harsh punishments by submitting. And the hyena was actually lucky, if you could call it that, because he already had a buyer. He wasn’t just a boy they were training in the hope of finding a buyer for him, Kalvin had a master. Some male who had paid a great deal of money for him to be kidnapped, enslaved, and turned into a custom order submissive slut.

That was why waking up in a hospital ward without any obvious injury was so confusing to the hyena. Everyone, especially Conrad, had always been very careful about how they punished him during training. They never did anything that might leave permanent marks or do lasting damage to the hyena. In fact Conrad had spent the last four months honing the hyena’s body until the former football player was in the best physical shape of his life. They wouldn’t do permanent damage to Kalvin, unless his master had ordered...

A trickle of fear ran down Kalvin’s spine as he thought about what had happened to some of the other slaves when they resisted one time too many times, and he hurriedly pulled the blanket covering his legs aside. His eyes darted to his sheath, and the first thing he noticed was that the chastity cage that had caused him so much torment was gone… and his crotch was numb. “Oh god, no. No. No!” He yelled as he saw the much shorter patch of fur along the side of his fuzzy dark brown ball sac, where his fur had obviously been shaved away.

Kalvin frantically reached down and grabbed his nuts, trying to feel if they were still there, “Please, no, No!” Even after everything they had done to him, all the awful things the trainers had shown him they could do; Kalvin had feared waking up like this the most. Other, more unruly boys who the trainers could not control had been threatened with castration during their training in order to bring them back into line. They had done it to one young bear who had refused to submit and attacked a trainer.

Kalvin was certain that wasn’t the case now, he’d been the perfect slave, but some Masters apparently liked to have their boys rendered impotent before taking possession of them. They wanted their slaves to be shooting blanks as they swallowed their master’s potent seed. Other had their slave’s balls removed entirely so they would know that could never be real men again. Had his owner done that to him? The big hyena carefully reached for his sack, tears streaming down his face, and then he let out a massive sigh of relief as he felt first the orbs, and then the cords still connecting to the friend's between his legs. Whatever they had done to him, his manhood was still intact.

The hyena held onto his balls for a while, just pushing around those swollen nuts in his sac. It felt weird to handle his own junk without a chastity cage getting in the way, and as he fondled his shaft Kalvin tried to remember what the last time he’d gotten off had felt like. He was just wondering if he could get away with jerking off when a voice from the doorway snapped him back to reality. “I’d be careful if I were you, you’re still pretty numb down there.” A tall gray elephant in a doctor’s coat approached the side Kalvin’s hospital bed, and the hyena immediately let go of his cock. “You might hurt yourself pretty badly messing around down there, and while I have no problem removing the nut you damage, your new owner was very specific about having your balls remain intact… even if he wanted some modifications done to your genitals.” The elephant spoke the words without even looking up from his tablet, talking to Kalvin in the same dismissive way all the trainers and masters who weren’t directly handling him did. “If you are damaged or unacceptable when you get to your new master’s home, he might just send you directly back to ‘returns’. I’ve seen it happen before, Mr. King.”

Kalvin shuddered as he heard that… he’d only ever heard about what happened in the ‘returns department’ in whispers, like it was some kind of myth. The other slaves said that whoever went there would have their mind wiped, their personality erased completely by the harsh trainers who worked in that department before they were turned into ‘Holes’, and permanently installed in a gloryhole somewhere to be used until they died. If there was no gloryhole position that needed to be filled, they would sold off to the most perverted of masters, men who had desires that even members of the Organization found extreme.

It was all rumor whispered by fearful slaves, and reality, Kalvin had no idea what would happen if he were sent there. There were gloryholes staffed by slaves all around the training facility, but none of the slaves at the facility really knew for sure what happened to those slaves who displeased their masters so greatly that they were returned. Judging by what happened to slaves who were obedient however, it was not something Kalvin wanted to experience.

That was when Kalvin’s training kicked back in. The young and muscular hyena corrected his posture, adopting a submissive, straight backed pose as he quickly composed a reply to what the elephant had said, stealing a glanced at the doctor’s coat where a badge that said ‘Dr. Dorian Walker’ had been clipped. “That would be fine, Doctor. A slave’s balls are worthless, and a free man’s balls, like yours Sir, are everything.” The words still stung a bit coming from his muzzle, but Kalvin knew that not saying them, or something similarly degrading, would almost guarantee the loss of the orbs between his legs, and that was the last thing he wanted.

The doctor snorted, his eyebrows raising slightly as he studied the tablet in front of him, intentionally ignoring what Kalvin had said for the moment. Kalvin took the opportunity to look the doctor over, his eyes tracing over the large pachyderm’s belly and stocky, broad shouldered chest, all draped by a large white lab coat. He had a key fob held in his trunk, a wedding ring on one of his fingers, and a very expensive watch on one of his wrists.. He looked like he was near his late 40s. It was hard to tell with most masters who worked for the organization though, they were much more meticulous about their appearance than most men Kalvin had encountered before being enslaved. They were rich enough to afford to look good.

The elephant looked up from behind his tablet’s screen, and seemed to be considering the hyena for a moment. Kalvin put even more effort into appearing submissive, his round ears turning backwards and he looked at the elephant’s groin, as Conrad had taught him too. “Huh, normally when I get a boy’s that's been rushed through training, they haven’t had their brains turned into mush. They’re never that quick to respond. Conrad’s done good work on you.” Dorian said with a note of approval as he spun the key fob around with his dexterous trunk.

The hyena nodded, shuddering a bit as he thought about all the things that the german shepherd dog had done to him in the last four months of physical and mental training. He had been a harsh and ruthless taskmaster, teaching Kalvin to submit completely to his betters, turning the hyena’s naturally submissive attitude into an all-consuming state of mind, even as he turned Kalvin’s body into that of a Greek demigod through a punishing workout routine.

Kalvin had submitted meekly to the german shepherd’s every perverse training regimen though, crawling across floors, licking boots, and letting people sexually overpower and violate him dozens of times, even as his body became stronger and the desperate nature of his situation became more and more clear. Weeks had passed without even a hint of possible escape, but Kalvin continued to submit to the cruel dog without hesitation, no matter how awful the punishments were, because Conrad had some he could use against the hyena that made him capitulate instantly every time. If Kalvin failed to live up to his new owner’s expectation, Conrad had threatened to enslave Frank in his place.

That was how they’d broken him. Why Kalvin had become one of the most obedient and respectful slaves to ever pass through the training facility’s doors or under Conrad’s harsh paw. He had to do this for Frank. They knew where Frank lived, what he did every day, and Conrad had loved to show the hyena up to date surveillance pictures of what the Rottweiler was up to, using them as little reminders to the hyena of why he had to submit. Why he had to obey. Kalvin had to let his life end so the person he loved could still roam free, debasing himself utterly in the hope he’d get a master that wasn’t too perverted.

He’d done everything from fuck the foot of one of the guard’s as he gave him head, to drink their piss as if it were his favorite beer. He’d even thanked them for making him do it too. The guards and trainers loved to demean him, to push him as he did every humiliating thing they could think of, calling him a little sissy faggot, and reminding Kalvin that he would never get to fuck like a man again. That the best he could ever hope for would be a foot job as his dick was ground into the carpet or a loose, disinterested hand job by a truly kind master.

So now Kalvin watched, eyes downcast as the elephant slowly grinned and reached a hand out, running a thumb across the hyena’s muzzle, turning his head this way and that with barely any effort. When he pushed his finger against Kalvin's lips the hyena opened his mouth immediately, and Dr. Walker smiled as he gave Kalvin’s left nipple a twist with his trunk as he forced the hyena to suckle on his finger, something Kalvin did without hesitation.

“My my, you really are eager to please. I'd enjoy testing how deep that submission goes slut, but this is just going to be a quick test before you go lights out again kid. I need to make sure the surgery worked before I send you to your new forever home,” Dorian teased.

Kalvin’s paws began to trembled at those words, while the elephant pressed a button on the key fob and whispered into it, “Vibrate to medium, and rise”.

The hyena looked at the doctor in confusion, and then suddenly he felt the strangest sensation coming from inside of him. It felt like someone had strapped him to a Harley and revved up the engine. He looked down at his crotch and he saw his balls were vibrating as his cock began to rise from its sheath. Kalvin stared as his impressively large cock in surprise. Kalvin’s size had always been something Frank had enjoyed about his bottom of a boyfriend, and now the hyena’s dick rose up proud and hard, throbbing in front of him for no reason at all.

Kalvin couldn’t remember the last time he’s seen his own dick hard like this. Since being kidnapped, the hyena had been blindfolded every time his dick had been out of its chastity cage, which happened very rarely. Conrad had allowed Kalvin to cum only once every thirty days for health reasons, but even then the hyena had not been in control of his own dick.

Once Conrad had blindfolded him, the german shepherd had hooked Kalvin up to a milking machine which jerked him off relentlessly, forcing him to climax over and over again until his balls were milked dry as a bone. The machine had never stopped, even after Kalvin came, even when the pleasure of having his over sensitive dick stroked felt like hot needles. The most humiliating moment of Kalvin’s life as a slave had been when he’d begged Conrad to put him back in his chastity cage rather than milk another load out of him.

After his balls were drained, Kalvin had been forced to drink his own cum, reciting the mantra, ‘A slave’s cum is worthless. It only belongs within a slave.’ Like the rest of the saying Conrad had him recite, Kalvin had internalized that command so deeply that the one time he’d been forced to fuck another male slave to climax, the kangaroo he shared a cell with, Kalvin had rimmed his own load out the other slave afterwards.

The rest of the time the hyena had been kept in strict chastity, the heavy metal cage between his legs a constant reminder that he was no longer a free or real man, but a slave boy. Now, Kalvin was staring at his own dick as if he’d never seen it hard before. If he’d been braver, the hyena would have grabbed himself and start stroking, just to feel what his own paws on his hard dick felt like, but he couldn’t risk doing that in front of the elephant doctor.

Dr. Walker leaned forward and looked at Kalvin's dick closely before pulling up his tablet and fiddling with something. Kalvin watched in awe as the elephant’s fingers moved across his tablet and the hyena’s cock began to do different things in response. He watched it vibrate faster, slower, ooze more precum then he had ever done before, then none at all, before finally he saw the elephant grin and slid his finger all the way down and in an instant the hyena’s nine inches of cock shrank back into his sheath. Kalvin blinked in shock, stunned by the suddenness with which his erection had vanished. His face burned with embarrassment as the elephant chuckled at him, and then slid his finger back up. Kalvin felt as if his cock was going to explode from how hard it became. The young hyena whimpered, looking down in awe at himself. His cock was bigger than it had ever been before, by several inches. He was probably a foot long now, but it still looked natural for some reason. These crazy men who were his masters had somehow made his cock adjustable, able to fine tune it to any shape or size they wished.

The doctor slid his finger across the screen again and his cock shrunk down again, but this time it felt strange, like there was a hole inside of him. Kalvin blinked, looking at his sheath and saw how deflated it looked. The doctor took a finger and slid it inside of that smooth opening, he poked around inside and when sunk his finger up to his knuckle in there and finally touched the top of Kalvin’s dick the realization of what had happened truly sunk in for the hyena. His dick had been modified into a toy that anyone could mold and shape to their will.

They could make him as hung as a horse, as thick as a bear, give him the energy of a vibrating rabbit, or shrink him down so small someone could easily shove their own dick inside his sheath, fucking him as his useless dicklet ground against that real man’s cock head. He was a glorified dildo with a thousand settings that could be changing in seconds. Kalvin wanted to cry. He wanted to mourn his loss of control. To rage at the violation of his body. But the hyena couldn’t let himself shed those tears. He knew they would only help the elephant get off.

Dorian held up the key fob again, and said “Control setting, Omega.” Kalvin felt all control coming back as the changes made to his penis stopped. He found himself growing hard again, and wondered if that would be his default setting now. His erection would always be jutting out, ready to use at any moment. He wondered just how much control, if any, he really had over his own dick anymore.

“One last thing to test before we put you out again and send you to your forever home,” Dorian said as he slipped off his lab coat and loosened up his tie.

Kalvin held back a sigh, knowing he was most likely about to get his muscled ass pounded or get a gullet full of elephant cum. He watched as the large gray doctor stripped bare, his cock erect and bobbing under his belly as he walked over to the hospital bed Kalvin was attached to. It was bed which had been designed with exactly this sort of activity in mind.

As the elephant climbed up onto the bed with him, tablet held in his trunk, the hyena’s mind tried to go back to somewhere else, sometime better, but the only memories Kalvin found were those that this place had ground into him. The thoughts of his future on the college football team, maybe even a pro career were dim now, replaced with instructions on how to grovel and please real men with his mouth and hole. Memories of past sexual encounters with his boyfriend Frank, the dopey rottweiler's smile and scent were all drained from him. Instead he thought about sucking off the trainers and learning how to ride a man’s dick so that it felt like he was milking them with his ass, watching himself slowly breaking down into the compliant, cum hungry slut he was now. The hyena's mouth was already watering as he looked at that thick grey pole between the elephant’s legs, and the bobbing erection was a symbol for the nightmare that his had become his life. He took a deep breath trying to prepare himself for anything the elephant was about to do to him, repeating the mantra he’d learned well while at the facility.

A slave is obedient. A slave is grateful. A slave is useful. A slave is patient. A slave is worthless without his master.

Kalvin tried to find comfort in those words, but he was shocked when the elephant reached down and ran his fingers over the sensitive flesh that no one had touched in months, smearing the massive amounts of leftover pre-cum the hyena had leaked across Kalvin's shaft, getting it good and slick. The hyena barked in shock as the elephant straddled him, and then yelped in surprise as he felt his cock slide between the elephant’s gray ass cheeks as the pachyderm’s thick pole ground against the hyena’s abs.

“What are you-” kalvin said, and the hyena let out a high pitched laugh that was his species signature as he felt the elephant’s gray pucker wrap around his cock, and then the elephant slammed himself down on the younger man’s shaft.

The elephant grunted as he ground himself into the hyena’s lap, taking Kalvin's impressive dick in one go. “I'm testing my work. I’m a thorough Doctor.” He said as he straddled the young hyena and began to slowly slide himself up along the boy’s shaft. Kalvin’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he felt his shaft wrapped in another person’s body for the first time since he’d been kidnapped and locked up in this place. The chains on his wrists jingled as he reached forward and held onto the elephant’s hips, who groaned as he rode the boy’s impressive shaft. Only months of aggressive training prevented the hyena from just grabbing the elephant’s hips and wrecking his ass.

The elephant used one hand to steady himself as he rode the hyena, held the pad in the other, and began to use his trunk to stroke his thick grey cock, pre cum dribbling onto the hyena’s flexing abs. The elephant kicked it up a notch, moving himself faster and faster, and the young hyena was unable to hold back anymore. He began to thrust up into the sweet ass that was wrapped around his dick, receiving an approving, "That's it slut, fuck me," from the doctor. He could feel himself tensing up, so close he could taste it. He was finally going to be able to cum after months of being pent up and always horny. Kalvin just needed to push himself over the edge by fucking the doctor’s hole...

So he thrust.

And thrust.

And thrust….

Kalvin let out a desperate whimper as he buried himself into the doctor's tight ass again and again, and yet he couldn’t cum. The hyena was so close he could taste it, like copper in his mouth as his blood surged through every vein of his dick inside that warm hole. His balls were begging him to finally let himself go and have the release they so desperately needed. But he couldn’t do it. Kalvin’s face twisted in panic. What have they done to me? He screamed in his head, and Dr. Dorian saw the frightened look on the boy’s face. And he grinned.

“I see you've noticed my favorite feature I installed in you… the orgasm inhibitor.” The elephant said as his fingers traced along the chiseled pectorals on the young former football player’s chest. “It’s something your new owner designed. He’s quite the academic, I’ve been helping him develop the little changes we made to you for years. It’s just a taste of everything that we did to you, I’d explain it, but how much information we reveal is up to him. But there is one little secret I will let you in on Mr. King…” The bull elephant grinned said as he leaned down and whispered into the thrusting hyena’s ear, the portly doctor’s hairy belly pressing his own erection down, rubbing it against Kalvin’s sculpted abs as the hyena fucked him like a jackhammer, desperately trying to blow his load.

“No matter how hard you try. No matter how close you get. No matter how hard someone fucks you, or how long you fuck someone’s hole. You’ll only be able to cum if your master wishes it.” The elephant said as he stared into Kalvin’s frightened eyes. Dorian looked at the defeated face of the boy moving beneath him, trying desperately to prove the elephant wrong by fucking him even harder. The hyena’s face looked like someone had yanked the world out from underneath him, and he was waiting for the fall.

“You may be able to fuck like a man with this magnificent cock of yours,” Dorian said as he leaned back, clenching down on the dick wrecking his hole and riding the hyena like he was a prize breeding stud, lining himself up so the slave was pounding his prostate just right. “But you’ll never be a free man like me or your new master. Not with pathetic balls that can't spill their own seed, and that look plastered across your muzzle proves it. Hold still. Don’t move.” The elephant grunted, and he took a snapshot with his tablet. He grinned at the perfect picture he'd captured of the hyena boy's face as his world was shattering, before setting it on the table next to the bed. Then he grabbed the back of the hyena’s head with his trunk, pulled Kalvin’s head forward, and on reflex Kalvin took the cock presented to him into his muzzle.

“That’s it, suck on my dick boy, and remember. You are a thing now. You are owned.” The elephant slammed himself down on the hyena’s thrusting dick, riding it hard as he fucked Kalvin's face. “And no matter what you do, you will always be a worthless slut,” the elephant trumpeted and his cock pulsed, his heavy gray balls unloading their seed into the young hyena’s muzzle.

Kalvin let out a frustrated moan around the spurting dick in his mouth, the hyena’s hips bucking as he fucked the elephant’s prostate. He kept going, trying in vain to climax as his hard dick forced every last drop of cum out of the elephant’s grey nuts, down his thick gray rod, and into Kalvin’s own fawning muzzle. That was all his dick was good for now. Tears ran down the hyena’s cheeks as he began to imagine the torment he was going to have to face every day. His chastity cage was gone, but that didn’t matter now. Now he could never cum again on his own. Kalvin would always need someone’s permission to cum, no matter how badly he wanted to get off. He worked his tongue along the elephant’s dick, keeping his teeth off the thrusting shaft just as he'd been taught, because he knew no matter how bad he felt or how much he hated this man, Kalvin needed to stay a good slave or things would only get worse. The hyena felt that feeling in his nuts start to return, like he was about to shoot his load, and his whole body tensed up as if he were about to cum. Kalvin's balls even tightened, a slight sting reminding how close he’d came to losing them…

Things could always be worse.

When Dr. Dorian finished, the elephant pulled out of the boy’s muzzle, and Kalvin obediently kissed the elephant’s nuts as if to thank them for his load before the doctor climbed off the bed, leaving Kalvin’s dick achingly hard and unsatisfied, just like a slave should be. All the sexual tension that their fucking had built up remained churning inside Kalvin, and he whimpered in despair as he grabbed his dick and rubbed it, hoping in vain he could jerk himself off.

The elephant laughed in between heavy pants, stretching his legs and swishing his rope like tail as he checked the hyena's vitals and stitches. “Mmm I’ve done wonderful work like always. You should be ready to ship out the second you’re healed, Mr. King..” The elephant walked to his clothes, hips shifting as his well-used ass adjusted back to normal. He rather enjoyed the feeling of having been fucked so roughly by an actual dick and not having to deal with someone's load leaking out of his butt.

Once he was clothed, Dr. Walker held up the key fob, pressed a button, and whispered “Sleep.”

Kalvin felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and his paw stopped working his dick as he slumped back into the hospital bed. He barely had time to consider how bad it was that with a word his masters could now send him to sleep before he felt himself drifting back into dreams...

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The sun was on Kalvin's muzzle again, and his boyfriend’s paws were still playing across his chest. Kalvin smiled, because after he massaged the hyena’s muscles for a while, Frank rolled Kalvin over on his side, snuggling up close behind his dozing lover. Then, there was the wonderful feeling of something warm and thick being shoved under his tail, filling his world as Frank made love to him.