Collar the Wild

Supplemental 10.5 - Testing Absorbency

Alek, still smiling to himself at how well Ember is integrating, quickly walks back over to the cum-storage drawers and pulls Ember's fresh load back out. He swills it around while he tares the scales on the top of the unit then records the weight, time and the assumed date since last orgasm to get a rate of capacity. Pleased with the results, he pipettes a sample into a 10ml bottle and returns it to the freezer. The remaining cum in the big jar is taken through into his bedroom and plonked on the bedside table.

"Such a productive wolf." He mutters cheerfully, admiring the contents of the jar as he starts to strip. His flaccid cock flopping out of his underwear as he pushes them down, leaving him nude.

He wanders around the bed to the multitudinous shelves, filled and cluttered with various soft toys of all species and colour. There is, as would be obvious to an observer, a bias towards the family canidae because even plucking at random would result in a high probability of wolves, dog and foxes. Once his bed is suitably littered with toys in varying degrees of wear and use, he climbs in and starts positioning them around his body like a fort. The variation of soft and coarse fur against his skin provides pleasure in layers, along with the memories of each violation serving well to excite and encourage his penis.

One of the larger plush, a German shepherd, has barely any real estate left unblemished, and as he traces his fingers through the sharp fibres, he grinds against a more innocent copy. A plush allowed only the moisture of his precum, kept soft to be used onanistically. He loves them, as any owner of a cuddly toy would, and often hugs, pets and animates them for his entertainment or emotional support; which only adds to the sexual empowerment when they are dry-humped or marked in semen or urine. Especially when there are those, such as the shep twins lying on his body, that are out of production and are considered rare among collectors.

With his cock now rigid against the fur, he tosses the untarnished dog to the edge of the bed where it can be out of the splash zone and moves a couple more around to produce a tighter barrier between him and the bed. He reaches for the jar, tilting it in his hands to admire the volume again and opens the lid.

The crusty dog plush, now positioned tightly between his legs, and its snout resting on his balls, he starts pouring the contents onto its head. It runs off, struggling to soak in quick enough, and starts pooling at the base of his cock. The liquid has quickly gone cold, but the effect of it hitting his skin is translated to a boost in arousal. His erect member throbs to its fullest when he observes thick strands of werewolf cum dangle and hang off his exposed glans. The surface tension gluing the viscous liquid to the creases in his foreskin and resisting gravity as it slowly reaches for his pubic hair. He pulls the jar up his body, upending its contents in a straight line up his belly and to his chest, until it is empty. So as to not waste even a drop, he stuffs a plush inside the jar and tosses it aside.

The cum races down the sides of his body, only to be caught and drunk by the fluffy barrier. He immediately presses his hands flat onto his stomach and smears it around, covering every inch of his torso in a sticky layer. He grabs another of the larger plush, a yellowed grey wolf, and lays it on his body while his other hand escapes around and takes ahold of his erection. It is slippery and difficult to grip, but with determination, he begins to masturbate.

Lubricated by Ember's seed, his foreskin slips easily and noisily over his cock head with every upthrust of his arm. He vocalises his breaths at the very sound of it, immensely turned on. While clutching the wolf toy on top he presses his nose to its muzzle and inhales through the fur, drawing in a lungful of stale air. Only allowing himself to breathe this way, his cock stays firm, spraying stray wolf seed onto the lifeless faces of the crowd from the violence of his movements. His toes curl and his knees bend, sandwiching the plush under his balls. His arm grappling the wolf tenses, creasing the fabric between his fingers. Every muscle in his body does its part, and with a satisfied cry, he orgasms.