Fifteen Days of Torture
Day 5
Cass sat on the large sectional in the living room, legs stretched out, pretending to watch the movie playing on the big screen. It wasn’t working.
From the kitchen he could hear low growls and the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. Roan had Kiran bent over the island counter, fucking him slow and deep while the fox moaned shamelessly around a mouthful of Zariel’s cock. The wet sounds, the soft gagging, the occasional deep rumble from Roan, it was all crystal clear. Zariel kept talking about what a fine ass and muzzle Kiran has, and why humans could never compare.
Cass’s cock twitched hard in his loose sweatpants and his prostate felt like it was crouched and ready to spring at some nearby prey. He hadn’t cum in five days. Five long, aching days. His balls felt heavy and tender, his prostate throbbed constantly, and every little movement sent sparks through his rewired nerves.
He shifted and winced, his gut still hurt from the panther claws. The stitches pulled whenever he moved too quickly. Even that pain somehow made the denial worse. If he could just rub one out real quick, get this pressure out of him.
Kiran let out a particularly loud, broken moan as Roan knotted him. Cass closed his eyes and tried to breathe through it.
Roan’s voice drifted over, amused. “You doing okay over there, pup?”
“I’m fine,” Cass lied through gritted teeth. “Enjoy your… whatever that is.”
Zariel chuckled. “He’s suffering beautifully.”
Cass flipped them off without looking.
Day 7
Combat training had become its own special kind of hell.
Cass was on his back on the dirt circle, trying to fend off Kiran’s quick strikes while Zariel watched from the side. Every time he twisted or rolled, his cock, already half-hard from the constant denial, rubbed against the fabric of his shorts. Sweat made everything stick, his heavy balls feeling insanely loose and hugging his thighs. The waistband kept brushing the sensitive head. The feel even of his own sweat was turning him on.
Kiran suddenly pinned him, straddling his waist with a wicked grin. The fox was shirtless, and Cass could feel the heat of Kiran’s half-hard cock pressing against his stomach through thin fabric.
“Got you,” Kiran purred, grinding just a little. “You’re distracted today, pup.”
Cass groaned. “You’re a twisted satanic little fox.”
Kiran leaned down, muzzle brushing Cass’s ear. “Day seven and you still haven’t begged Roan to let you cum? Impressive. Or stupid. Zariel has made me cum 8 times since your denial started. Actually I'm jealous, I should really let it build up a few days. You must have a lot of volume growing in there, for a human.”
Cass’s hips jerked involuntarily. The movement made his injured stomach twinge, but the flash of pain only heightened the ache in his balls.
Roan watched from the edge of the circle, arms crossed, golden eyes dark with amusement and hunger.
“Keep teasing him, Kiran,” Roan called. “He’s got eight more days.”
Cass whimpered.
Day 8
Kiran had bought “special” candles. They were supposed to “make the house smell nice.” In reality, they were concentrated anthro pheromone oil.
The entire safe house now smelled like aroused wolf and fox.
Cass kept walking into rooms and getting hit with thick waves of musk. Every time he sat down, Kiran “helpfully” moved a candle closer. By evening Cass was rock-hard, leaking steadily, and begging Roan to blow them out.
Roan just smirked and said, “They’re helping you build up that load for the full moon, pup. Gotta keep you stimulated and edged, but remember, no emptying those precious seminal vesicles, babe. Alpha will be quite upset!”
Day 10
Cass was trying to have a quiet evening.
He was sprawled on the big couch in just a pair of loose black boxers, watching Tom Segura stand-up comedy, trying to ignore the constant heavy ache in his balls. The denial was reaching dangerous levels. Every brush of fabric felt like torture so he kept it light... which of course just means there's lots of room for his half hard cock to stratch out, and very little fabric to stop him hand should it make a move.
He didn’t notice Kiran until it was too late.
The fox appeared out of nowhere, completely naked. Before Cass could react, Kiran whipped his boxers down in one swift motion, exposing his painfully hard, leaking cock.
“Kiran—!”
“Shhh,” the fox giggled, already climbing onto the couch. He laid himself across Cass’s lap, his warm, furry body pressing directly against Cass’s groin, ass sunk into the space between Cass's thighs.
Kiran wiggled shamelessly, grinding back against him. “Comfy?”
Cass’s voice came out strangled. “You little bastard—” Cass cock was thrumming and filling with blood. Damn...
Kiran wrapped his paw around his own cock, and started stroking slowly, right there on Cass’s lap. The motion made his furry ass and balls rub teasingly against Cass’s throbbing length with every stroke.
Cass could feel everything, the heat of Kiran’s body, the silky fur, the way the fox’s cock slid through his own fist inches from Cass’s face. Pre was already leaking from Kiran’s tip, dripping onto Cass’s skin.
“Kiran… please…” Cass pleaded, hips twitching despite himself.
Kiran moaned theatrically, stroking faster. “Mmm, you’re so hard under me. Poor pup. All full and aching. Bet you want to cum so bad…”
Cass’s hands fisted the couch cushions. He was dangerously close.
Kiran’s strokes grew erratic. He let out a high, sweet whine, and then he came.
His load streamed out in those signature long, forceful arcs, painting his own belly and crotch in messy white streaks, no pause between streams just a lesser arc then a full force one again with each contraction of his loins. Some of it immediately began to drip down, warm and slick, running over Cass’s own cock and balls, soaking into his taint and the couch beneath him. Soo messy but Cass loved the wetness and heat and the fact it comes from this hot fox's body.
Cass let out a broken sound, right on the verge of exploding.
“Kiran, fuck, I’m so close, Alpha is gonna kill you for this.”
Kiran giggled breathlessly, still grinding lazily. “No worries… I came prepared.”
Before Cass could process the words, Kiran reached over the side of the couch, grabbed a full glass of ice water, and dumped it directly onto Cass’s groin.
The shock was instantaneous.
Cold water soaked his cock, balls, and thighs in an icy rush. Cass yelped, hips jerking violently as the sudden temperature change yanked him back from the edge. His erection drooped almost instantly, chill water streaming from his head.
Kiran rolled off him laughing, tail flicking with delight. “There. Crisis averted. Glad I'm a helpful fox, you are. Always here for you, Cass.”
Day 11
Cass was hurrying down the basement stairs carrying a basket of clean laundry when his foot caught on the edge of a loose rug.
He pitched forward with a startled yelp.
The world tumbled. The laundry went flying. Cass slid down the last five steps on his stomach and landed hard, face-first against the old, rumbling furnace in the corner of the basement.
The impact knocked the wind out of him, but worse: his groin slammed directly against the warm, vibrating metal casing. The ancient furnace was running at full blast, sending deep, powerful vibrations straight through his already aching, denied cock and balls.
Cass let out a broken moan before he could stop himself. The constant, low-frequency rumble pressed right against his trapped erection, buzzing through the thin fabric of his sweatpants and straight into his oversensitive prostate. His cock grew painfully hard in seconds, leaking heavily.
“Fuck! oh god!”
Upstairs, the pack heard the crash and came thundering down.
Roan arrived first, eyes wide. “Cass?!”
Kiran skidded in right behind him. “Oh shit, he fell!”
Zariel took one look at the scene, Cass pinned chest-down against the rumbling furnace, hips twitching involuntarily, face flushed dark red, and barked a laugh. “Well… that’s one way to edge yourself.”
Every vibration sent sparks shooting up his shaft and straight into his prostate. Precum was already soaking through his sweatpants in a dark, obvious patch.
“Turn it off, please, I’m gonna, fuck”
The pack immediately sprang into action… in the most chaotic, unhelpful way possible.
Roan tried to yank Cass free, but the angle was awkward. Zariel tried to reach around and shut off the furnace, but his massive frame blocked everyone else. Kiran, being Kiran, climbed onto the furnace itself to “help” and immediately started laughing.
“Wait, wait, there’s something on top”
A large, thick vibrating dildo (bright pink, still buzzing at full power) that Kiran had apparently left charging on top of the furnace suddenly rolled off and dropped straight down between Cass’s spread legs.
It landed perfectly, buzzing head pressed right against Cass’s balls, the shaft nestled along his leaking cock through the fabric.
Cass let out a strangled cry as the extra intense vibrations hit him.
“OH FUCK, KIRAN!”
Kiran’s eyes went wide with delight. “Oh my god, it landed perfectly!”
Roan and Zariel both shouted at the same time:
“Get that thing off him!”
“Turn the furnace off first!”
The three wolves scrambled in pure ridiculous panic, bumping into each other, shouting instructions, trying to reach around Cass without pressing on his injured stomach. Kiran was laughing so hard he was nearly useless, occasionally reaching down to “help” and only making it worse.
Cass was panting like he’d run a marathon, hips jerking, precum soaking through his pants in a huge wet spot. His cock was painfully hard, throbbing visibly against the vibrating toys and the furnace.
Roan finally managed to yank the power cord on the furnace while Zariel scooped the buzzing dildo away. The sudden loss of vibration left Cass whimpering, right on the razor’s edge.
The pack finally pulled him free and laid him on his back on the cold basement floor.
Kiran crouched beside him, still giggling, and poked at the massive wet spot on Cass’s sweatpants.
“Wow… you’re soaked, pup. Look at all that precum. You were really about to pop, huh?”
Zariel chuckled deeply. “Poor human.”
Roan crouched down, brushing sweaty hair off Cass’s forehead, voice soft but amused. “You okay, baby?”
Cass just lay there panting, cock still rock-hard and twitching in his ruined pants.
“I hate all of you,” he wheezed.
Kiran grinned and patted his thigh. “Only a few more days, tough guy. You’re doing so good.”
Day 12
The pack decided Cass needed serious protection from wet dreams.
They turned a spare bedroom into a cold, windy, deliberately uncomfortable cell: windows cracked wide open so freezing night air blew in constantly, thin mattress on a metal frame, no blankets except one thin sheet.
They set up a rotation like they were guarding the wall in Game of Thrones:
Roan’s shift: Sat beside the bed, gently petting Cass’s hair and whispering filthy praise (“Look how full your balls are for me… that's a big pretty sac. Let it lay there, don't feel it. Don't touch it. You’re doing so well, pup”).
Kiran’s shift: The little bastard brought a glass of ice water and, the second Cass’s cock started twitching in his sleep, dumped it directly onto his balls with a gleeful “Whoops! Can’t have you wasting that load, kid!”
Cass began to wonder what Kiran actually contributed to the resistance or if this was.... it.
Zariel’s shift: The big wolf loomed silently, occasionally giving Cass’s sac a light, teasing squeeze if he started humping the mattress. Making Cass shift position if his rewired prostate started making him hard and leaky. "Aless" style, no toy required at Cass' level.
Cass woke up multiple times shivering, cock aching, balls ice-cold and drawn tight, desperately fighting the urge to cum from the sheer overstimulation of denial. The pack rotated all night, making jokes like “Can’t have our future wolf pup wasting that load in his sleep” and “Think of it as character building.”
Day 13
The pack had a “bonding night” that quickly turned into a full-on orgy in the living room.
Cass was not allowed to join or touch himself. He had to sit in a chair and watch while Roan, Kiran, and Zariel went at it. Kiran kept making direct eye contact with Cass while getting railed, moaning things like “Wish this was you, pup...” and “Look how much cum I’m taking… you could be doing this soon.”
Cass sat there leaking, aching, and panting, fists clenched on the arms of the chair. He had to step outside. Later that evening Roan found Cass naked sitting in the bottom of the bathtub... for hours... cold shower water running all over him.
Zariel walked in and looked at Cass' limp cock, suffering greatly from shrinkage, which is better than suffering from denial. His balls were practically flat and part of his taint, he was in the cold soo long. Zariel whistled... making comments about how small it is.
"Hey, well you wait until I'm a hung wolf, maybe I'll be bigger than you, Z."
Zariel laughed. "I doubt that, pup. But I am looking forward to you leaving this body behind. I'll make you a deal, if your new cock is larger than mine, I'll bottom for you. AND I'll worship your new dick more than Roan said he did on your first night. Yeah he told me haha. But for now, what is that thing, two inches? When we're cold it just goes back in the sheath to warm up, but it's still massive."
Roan suddenly looked serious. "Cass, you have an inspection tomorrow."
"Inspection?"
"Yes... the council needs to approve a new transformation. There's a few tests... but I have faith."
"You tell me this NOW?"
"Would it have changed your mind to know earlier? You'd have had a harder time with your denial run if you worried about this. Also, Zariel is headed out on a mission, he won't be here for the transformation. The resistance is making moves to discover these Were-panther factions hideouts, Zariel is good at sniffing out panther."
Cass thought for a moment while the cold water hammered down on him.
"How deep does this really go? Are panthers just... bad?"
"No, Cass," Roan said, as if remorseful. "Not all panthers are bad. And not all of our enemies are panthers... but they are the ones causing division and deaths right now. And it's not like local law enforcement or FBI have cursed silver bullets." Roan waved a hand. "Look, now isn't the time to worry about all that, Zariel can take care of himself. We need to get you turned into the wolf you were born to be."
Cass stood up to get out of the shower, his package soo cold that he could cover it all with one palm and have room to spare. Kiran popped his head in. Whistled.
"Small ain't it?" Zariel asked.
"Shut up!" Cass yelled.
End of Chapter 12
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