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[18+] Imagine countless, identical business huskies, and the secrets being kept from them.
Today’s story is the second and final part of “Shell Game” by Kandrel, who spent a weekend with eighty three identical clone business huskies, and is still finding clumps of husky fur where he doesn’t expect them. Bringing Down Upworld, their most recent delve into dystopia, is available on Furplanet. You can find more of his stories on SoFurry.
Last time, our Markus felt an irresistible call. Sending his guards away, he found himself in front of the black van, and in the seat was Markus.
Read for you by Rob MacWolf — werewolf hitchhiker.
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Today's story concerns adult subject matter for mature listeners.
Speaker:If that's not your cup of tea,
Speaker:or there are youngsters listening,
Speaker:please skip this one
Speaker:and come back for another story another time.
Speaker:You’re listening to The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler,
Speaker:and Today’s story is the second and final part of “Shell Game”
Speaker:by Kandrel, who spent a weekend with
Speaker:eighty three identical clone business huskies,
Speaker:and is still finding clumps of husky fur where he doesn’t expect them.
Speaker:Bringing Down Upworld, their most recent delve into dystopia, is available on Furplanet.
Speaker:You can find more of his stories
Speaker:on SoFurry. Last time,
Speaker:our Markus felt an irresistible call.
Speaker:Sending his guards away, he found himself in front of the black van,
Speaker:and in the seat was
Speaker:Markus. Please enjoy
Speaker:“Shell Game” by Kandrel,
Speaker:Part 2 of 2 “Good boy.”
Speaker:It was Markus, but it was unlike any Markus he’d met.
Speaker:In town, all the huskies did their best to be as Markus as they could.
Speaker:Their fur was groomed short and brushed immaculately. They wore trousers as befit their roles, and button-up shirts. All business. All the same.
Speaker:All Markus. It was a riot of conformity. It was a status symbol.
Speaker:Impress your friends and humiliate your enemies by being them better than they could ever be.
Speaker:This Markus was everything they weren’t.
Speaker:The fur over his head was grown long and shaped,
Speaker:cinnamon locks drifting down over his eyes.
Speaker:Jeans were ripped.
Speaker:T-shirt—as if any Markus would be caught dead in something like a t
Speaker:-shirt—had holes where more cream and tan fur poked through.
Speaker:His muzzle was marked by dye patterns, accentuating the natural mask.
Speaker:Here was a confidence of self.
Speaker:It dripped from him.
Speaker:He was so confidently Markus
Speaker:that he was comfortable not being Markus.
Speaker:“Come here, boy.” He did.
Speaker:His legs nearly buckled again after he’d done what Markus told him to do.
Speaker:He’d been given an order, and he’d done it.
Speaker:He’d done what Markus wanted, and it felt so incredibly good to see that muzzle lift up in a smile.
Speaker:Without a hindward glance he stepped up into the van
Speaker:and sat where instructed.
Speaker:“Now close your eyes.
Speaker:I’ll be angry if you see anything until I give you permission again.”
Speaker:He felt the van lurch,
Speaker:but his eyes were closed.
Speaker:He felt sunlight on his pelt.
Speaker:An idle thought wandered through his mind:
Speaker:if he paid attention, he could tell where they were going.
Speaker:It was mid-afternoon, the sun would be at a certain angle.
Speaker:And his right side was growing
Speaker:warm, so if— But it wasn’t just the letter of the law,
Speaker:was it? Markus clearly didn’t want him to know where they were going,
Speaker:and even if his eyes stayed closed,
Speaker:that’d be cheating.
Speaker:It wasn’t like all those stories about wishes misunderstood and direct orders
Speaker:cleverly circumvented because of vague wording.
Speaker:He knew what Markus wanted of him, and using those clues was Wrong.
Speaker:He’d be doing something he wasn’t supposed to. He’d be being
Speaker:bad. His seat jostled.
Speaker:He grabbed for armrests but found none.
Speaker:Instead, his grasping fingers found a fuzzy arm.
Speaker:A hand closed over his,
Speaker:and Markus’ comforting voice said
Speaker:“I’m here, pet. Don’t worry.
Speaker:It’s just a car ride.”
Speaker:He’d been on countless car rides.
Speaker:He did them every day. He had a driver!
Speaker:But still, it was comforting.
Speaker:It felt better just to know that Markus was there for him.
Speaker:A hand grazed past his ears and he felt the irresistible urge to push his nose up to
Speaker:and wag. Wag! And that’s exactly what he did.
Speaker:The hand held still for him for a moment, then ruffled his ears.
Speaker:“Oh, you’re an eager pet.
Speaker:Good boy. Here, I have something for you.”
Speaker:Something snug fit around his neck.
Speaker:It itched, but he left it alone.
Speaker:Then fingers unbuttoned his shirt.
Speaker:As hands pulled it off, he smelled Markus’ breath just in front of his muzzle.
Speaker:He leaned forward, and a tongue
Speaker:lapped at his lips. He opened his mouth, and Markus kissed him.
Speaker:It was at this point that he noticed that he was harder
Speaker:than he could remember ever being.
Speaker:That alone was disturbing. There was no reason for it—no stimulae that should have been making him tent painfully.
Speaker:He was caught cruelly in the cell of his underwear, behind the jailer of his zipper.
Speaker:The fabric was gripping uncomfortably to his tip, and he could even feel his knot unsheathed and pulsing against the tight confines.
Speaker:“So eager! Well, you are a treat, aren’t you?
Speaker:Come on, boy, let’s see you out of those.”
Speaker:The fingers released his zipper,
Speaker:and he felt his erection bulge his underwear out of the newly created gap.
Speaker:Then someone grabbed his collar
Speaker:and tugged. Head spun.
Speaker:Breath caught. Spine shivered.
Speaker:Fur bristled. Cock throbbed. It was a few seconds of ecstasy
Speaker:before Markus realized what had happened
Speaker:—was happening. “Bad pet!”
Speaker:His ears folded down and he had the urge to tuck his tail between his legs,
Speaker:but that didn’t stop his shaft from pulsing against his underwear.
Speaker:The fabric only partially restrained the messy spurts. Instead of spraying across the back seat of the van, it dribbled over the gap in his trouser crotch and left a wet feeling across his inner thighs.
Speaker:The collar tugged again, and even though his eyes were closed, he squeezed them tighter shut as wracking pleasure immobilized him.
Speaker:“These seats are good leather.
Speaker:I’m going to have to get them cleaned, you know. Bad.
Speaker:Bad!” He was maybe twelve or fifteen hard throbs through his all-consuming orgasm
Speaker:when something hit his snout.
Speaker:He couldn’t stop an undignified yelp from escaping.
Speaker:His first impulse was to bite at whatever it was, but then memory barged in and reminded him.
Speaker:This was Markus. This was Master.
Speaker:Instead, he recoiled in the seat, business slacks soaking in the puddle he’d made.
Speaker:Again, something descended on his
Speaker:muzzle. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but the
Speaker:surprise tore another yip from him.
Speaker:It felt, for all that he could
Speaker:guess, like a rolled up newspaper.
Speaker:“Take those off, pet. You’ve ruined them.”
Speaker:He didn’t have to ask what “those” were.
Speaker:Without hesitation, he stood.
Speaker:At that moment, the van jounced on the road, and he fell.
Speaker:A steady arm caught him and pulled him back to his feet.
Speaker:“Careful there. Take your time.
Speaker:We don’t want another accident, do we?”
Speaker:Embarrassment flooded in.
Speaker:The earlier orgasm was forgotten, and when he managed to pull his soaked trousers and underwear away from his crotch,
Speaker:he was only half hard and quickly retreating back into his sheath.
Speaker:“Now don’t sit down.
Speaker:You’ve already made enough of a mess, and we don’t want you to get even more seats wet.
Speaker:Reach over your head and
Speaker:—actually, I think we’re far enough out of town now.
Speaker:You can open your eyes.
Speaker:Just don’t remember where we are, okay?”
Speaker:Given the blessing, he opened his eyes.
Speaker:Not that seeing where they were would do him much good.
Speaker:They were in the wastelands between towns,
Speaker:blasted and stripped to bare earth.
Speaker:The place was featureless,
Speaker:except for the rare skeletal structure of a building that had somehow miraculously survived.
Speaker:But even though his eyes registered the wasteland passing by, he knew he’d forget it.
Speaker:Somewhere in the consciousness that Master’s voice had suppressed, instincts fired.
Speaker:No, not instincts. Instincts were natural. These were instructions:
Speaker:built-in artificially.
Speaker:Markus had spoken, and thus it would be.
Speaker:So instead, he stood,
Speaker:eyes downcast. His own fluids dripped feebly from his soaked crotch, leaving cold little lines down his inner thighs through his thick fur.
Speaker:He flicked his eyes up to Markus, who shrugged emphatically.
Speaker:“Your own fault. You’ll just have to live with it until we get home.”
Speaker:The trip took no more than ten or fifteen minutes.
Speaker:Wastes zoomed past through the darkened window.
Speaker:This was the desolate badlands.
Speaker:Bombed out during
Speaker:some squabble hundreds of years ago,
Speaker:it'd consigned the planet to uselessness until Markus and the rest of the original Hundred arrived.
Speaker:The original hundred, who he was now realizing
Speaker:he was no longer
Speaker:a member of—had never been a member of to begin with.
Speaker:Even through the cloud of Markus' dominance (Heel! Sit! Obey!),
Speaker:the realization left him feeling numb.
Speaker:“Oh, don't feel so sorry for yourself, pet.”
Speaker:Markus immediately felt guilty.
Speaker:He must have been letting it show on his face.
Speaker:“You're not the first one I've brought up here for our celebration.
Speaker:You should feel honored!
Speaker:You're to be the entertainment for the whole West Island crew.”
Speaker:Dissonance. It wasn't what he wanted, but with the presence of Markus just beside him,
Speaker:it was what he desperately craved.
Speaker:It wasn’t until the van started to slow,
Speaker:and he was forced to grab the handle just over his head for balance,
Speaker:that he realized they’d transitioned to a reclaimed zone.
Speaker:The place was beautiful
Speaker:—a garden amidst the wastelands.
Speaker:No one made the effort to build something like this out in the badlands unless it was a full town,
Speaker:but here was a picturesque lot and a gorgeous house that stood as the “town’s”
Speaker:only occupant. The concrete and steel of Broderville was replaced here instead with stone and glass. ith glass walls
Speaker:all the way through the building's ground floor, he could see straight through to the other side
Speaker:with only the gentle warping of light through the panes.
Speaker:The van slid smoothly up to the curb outside.
Speaker:“Inside, up the stairs to the right.
Speaker:Turn on the shower.
Speaker:Grab the handle and face the wall.
Speaker:Wait for me there.”
Speaker:The front door sprung open at his touch.
Speaker:The house was immaculate.
Speaker:All of the external walls were clean glass. So were the inner walls.
Speaker:The house had very little in the way of privacy,
Speaker:except for the lushly carpeted floors.
Speaker:“And don’t get anything on the carpets!”
Speaker:Markus yelled from behind him.
Speaker:He turned to see the husky dealing with the vehicle.
Speaker:In front there was no driver,
Speaker:and no steering wheel.
Speaker:Silently, the van accelerated around the house and disappeared into a slim garage.
Speaker:Markus turned to look at him.
Speaker:“Well? What are you waiting for, pet?
Speaker:You’re the one who’s all dirty!”
Speaker:Holding hands beneath his crotch to stem the dripping, he tip-toed across the carpet and up the stairs.
Speaker:As Markus had said, there was a bathroom
Speaker:to the right, also with conspicuously transparent walls.
Speaker:He’d spent his whole life in a rather public culture.
Speaker:Broderville wasn’t known for its discreet citizens.
Speaker:Even so, this made him feel exposed.
Speaker:But when his mind balked, his feet
Speaker:carried him forwards.
Speaker:If this was a shower, then all his previous showers had been pale impressions of the real thing.
Speaker:It was a room with mirror-polished granite floor and an ergonomic panel on one wall.
Speaker:Water drizzled down at his touch,
Speaker:and dragging his finger across turned the soft ball of light that had appeared red or blue,
Speaker:altering the temperature until it was just right.
Speaker:It was like a heavy rain, drenching but refreshing.
Speaker:Just as Markus had said, there was a handle.
Speaker:It poked out of one wall just above head height.
Speaker:Looking through the glass, he faced the outside world.
Speaker:Naked and dripping, with his own cum slowly rinsing from his crotch under the shower,
Speaker:he felt a grin spread across his face.
Speaker:It felt so new and strange to be on display like this, but he found the sensation oddly pleasing.
Speaker:Below, the service road they’d driven up stood empty of onlookers, and beyond the wasteland stretched barren in every direction.
Speaker:He had a window like this in his penthouse, but up on the twenty third floor,
Speaker:he was a long way from anyone seeing him through it.
Speaker:Just the fact that he could see the ground clearly from here
Speaker:made it deliciously wrong.
Speaker:He grabbed the handle above his head and spread his legs,
Speaker:showing himself off lewdly to the non-existent audience.
Speaker:“Enjoying yourself, pet?”
Speaker:Hands closed over his front,
Speaker:and Markus pressed against his back.
Speaker:How many times had he done this to Puppy?
Speaker:Even a few times in the shower.
Speaker:It was so familiar, yet so utterly different with the positions reversed.
Speaker:Still, he knew the script well.
Speaker:Markus didn’t need to prompt him for the next part.
Speaker:He spread his legs wider,
Speaker:and his tail lifted to make way for the hot tip he knew would be sliding up between his cheeks.
Speaker:Fingers curled through the sopping wet fur of his tail and pulled.
Speaker:Penetration was pleasantly smooth.
Speaker:He knew every bump on the slick cock that pressed up into him
Speaker:—it was the perfect length,
Speaker:and delightfully thick at the base where the slim nubs that would soon be expanding
Speaker:slipped into and out of him.
Speaker:It was a new pleasure to know that Markus wanted him. He was wanted. He was needed.
Speaker:Master wouldn’t be feeling this way if it weren’t for him.
Speaker:He was good for Markus. He was tight for Markus. When the muzzle laid itself on his shoulder,
Speaker:he could hear the breathing become ragged and labored.
Speaker:The body behind him pushed him forward with each thrust, until he was pressed flat to the glass.
Speaker:Even though the shower was hot, the glass was cold—as was made
Speaker:almost painfully clear as the thrusting mashed his own hard length up against the clear wall.
Speaker:Each hump smeared his cock across the glass,
Speaker:leaving smudges of his excitement in short little arcs.
Speaker:Now he understood what Puppy had meant.
Speaker:It wasn’t anything specific to the sensation of being humped like this
Speaker:—although that was pleasant enough.
Speaker:The friction was delightful,
Speaker:and the way the expanding knot tugged and pushed at him on each thrust made his tail wag.
Speaker:That was nice, of course,
Speaker:but what really had him hard and dribbling against the glass was how Markus was breathing hard against his neck,
Speaker:and how those hands on his tail kept squeezing and releasing,
Speaker:and how that thrusting tip inside him was twitching and throbbing.
Speaker:Soon, Markus was going to flood him, all because he’d been a good pet.
Speaker:That alone was enough to make him writhe and squirm against the glass wall.
Speaker:The thrusting paused for a moment.
Speaker:Confused, it took him a moment to realize that Markus’ attention
Speaker:was elsewhere. Down below, a van was gliding up the road.
Speaker:Suddenly, the brave exposure didn’t seem so deliciously lewd.
Speaker:His ears folded back, but before he could drop his hands to cover himself,
Speaker:Markus’ hands closed over his on the handle.
Speaker:“Don’t you dare let go, pet.
Speaker:In fact, I want you to show the crew just how much you’re enjoying being my pet for the weekend.”
Speaker:When he paused, a finger grabbed the collar still clasped around his neck.
Speaker:Head spun. Tail bottled.
Speaker:Cock sprayed.. He involuntarily clenched around the cock that thrust straight through the shattering orgasm.
Speaker:“That’s better, pet.
Speaker:I think they can all see that.”
Speaker:The glass in front of him grew cloudy in front of him
Speaker:as jets of his semen splashed across it,
Speaker:then washed away in the spray of the shower.
Speaker:He quaked in release, rolling his hips against the glass.
Speaker:Yes, that probably would make quite a show to the three new arrivals that were exiting the vehicle down below.
Speaker:He recognized two of them. One was a miniature cat with tiger stripes
Speaker:—Melissa Anton of Anton’s crossing.
Speaker:The other was Calvert Phillip,
Speaker:the horse of Phillipton.
Speaker:The third was a grey-pelted wolf.
Speaker:Melissa pointed up at him as his orgasm started to fade,
Speaker:covering her mouth in a giggle as he juddered against the glass,
Speaker:leaving dribbles of cum in his wake.
Speaker:Slowly, Markus pulled back,
Speaker:and with knees that were too unstable to stay standing, he released the handle
Speaker:and fell to the floor of the shower.
Speaker:The drizzle waned, then stopped entirely.
Speaker:With one hand still on the shower controls, Markus pumped himself quickly.
Speaker:His fur was soaked but he could still feel the hot lines of Markus’ seed seeping down through his sodden pelt.
Speaker:He looked up at Markus,
Speaker:and at the cock that was so similar to his own,
Speaker:spraying and sputtering out over his face.
Speaker:Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and drank down the last dregs.
Speaker:With an approving pat to his ears,
Speaker:Markus pulled himself from Pet’s mouth.
Speaker:Pet. That’s who he was now.
Speaker:Not Markus anymore.
Speaker:Or at least, not for now.
Speaker:Pet. “Very good, Pet.
Speaker:Dry off and come downstairs.
Speaker:I intend to show you off to my guests, and I expect you to be
Speaker:on best behavior.” - - -
Speaker:He remembered very little.
Speaker:There were just little snippets
Speaker:—stray little images that came to mind when he tried.
Speaker:The black van left him at the service entrance of his home again,
Speaker:his clothes immaculately cleaned of his prior accident.
Speaker:He walked back into his building.
Speaker:In the mezzanine, the familiar face
Speaker:of his front desk guard smile neutrally back at him.
Speaker:“Welcome back, sir. Was your trip productive?”
Speaker:Pet stalled for a moment.
Speaker:“Trip?” “To Charleston, sir. For the negotiation?
Speaker:We've been waiting for news for days since you left. Are you okay?”
Speaker:Pet—No, Markus—immediately nodded.
Speaker:“Of course!” Muscle memory took over.
Speaker:The voice returned. The feeling of authority rushed back to him like a lost comrade.
Speaker:“Just tired from the trip.
Speaker:Please have security keep the place quiet tonight.”
Speaker:Markus (security) nodded his head and turned to make a few phone calls.
Speaker:The elevator was empty.
Speaker:The door closed. He pushed his finger against the button for the penthouse.
Speaker:Recollection flashed. Visions streamed back so vivid that he lost track of reality.
Speaker:He was reliving it, moment to moment.
Speaker:Melissa had trapped him in the broom closet.
Speaker:He could still feel her around him, clenching and squeezing as he thrust.
Speaker:Everyone else had acted as if they couldn’t see through the clear walls to where she was making thorough use of Pet. They were busy with their celebrations.
Speaker:Glasses clinked and
Speaker:conversation revolved around eighty years of profits.
Speaker:While Melissa was busy grinding herself against his crotch, he could hear Markus
Speaker:—the real Markus—voicing plans for the next twenty.
Speaker:He’d returned smelling strongly of cat.
Speaker:He’d missed it when the doors had opened
Speaker:to the penthouse,
Speaker:and he found himself in the idle elevator,
Speaker:sitting at the top of the shaft with the doors closed.
Speaker:He pushed the button
Speaker:and doors opened again.
Speaker:His front door opened at his touch.
Speaker:Puppy was there, waiting for him.
Speaker:“I saw—” His throat closed in on the words.
Speaker:“Don’t, master.” “But it was—”
Speaker:He felt short of breath.
Speaker:“Yes, I know. But you can’t say.”
Speaker:No. He couldn’t. He stumbled into his suite,
Speaker:and Puppy helped him disrobe.
Speaker:Sensing that—just right now—Master needed a gentler
Speaker:hand, Puppy curbed his normally voracious sexual appetite and simply held him.
Speaker:“I can guess what they did, Master.
Speaker:Come, at the very least I can rub you down.”
Speaker:He let Puppy lead him to the bedroom and onto the bed.
Speaker:His bedslave’s fingers were firm
Speaker:and warm, and pushed expertly into sore muscles.
Speaker:Half an hour later, he was finally starting to feel relaxed again, though still
Speaker:fragile. Puppy’s fingers strayed lower
Speaker:and massaged his rump.
Speaker:Memory flared.
Speaker:He was bent over the coffee table, and Calvert Phillips was filling him to the brim.
Speaker:It hurt. Horse was just too much for him to take comfortably.
Speaker:The other three were taking bets. Who would pop first.
Speaker:Obviously not Pet, said Melissa and the wolf. (He’d learned the wolf’s name was Gus.)
Speaker:Pet wasn’t even hard,
Speaker:and look at the way Calvert was pummeling him.
Speaker:The horse’s going to pop any minute, they said.
Speaker:Bets were exchanged.
Speaker:Promises were made in jest.
Speaker:Then Markus had grabbed Pet’s collar and tugged.
Speaker:It was the most painful orgasm he’d ever had,
Speaker:spraying all over the rug underneath the coffee table,
Speaker:while Melissa and Gus cried foul.
Speaker:Calvert never stopped thrusting.
Speaker:“It’s okay, Master.
Speaker:They’ll fade pretty soon.
Speaker:All I remember is that they were pretty vivid for the first week or so, but I can’t remember any of them now.”
Speaker:The room was silent for a while longer
Speaker:as Puppy continued his massage.
Speaker:He was being as innocent as he was capable of, but he was also thorough.
Speaker:Fingers across parts made horribly sensitive from unaccustomed use had Markus twitching.
Speaker:Markus? Could he think of himself as Markus, now?
Speaker:He’d met the real thing, hadn’t he?
Speaker:He said so, and Puppy stopped for a moment.
Speaker:“The real one? You think so?”
Speaker:The massage continued down his thighs.
Speaker:“Let me tell you a story, Master.
Speaker:Just indulge your puppy this once?”
Speaker:Markus shrugged, and Puppy continued.
Speaker:“Three years ago, I was
Speaker:Markus. The one, true Markus. No, don’t move. I’m not done
Speaker:your massage yet.
Speaker:Yes, I was the overseer here before you were.
Speaker:Then production changed, and we needed a new kind of overseer. One with
Speaker:a more assertive personality, and a
Speaker:different set of skills for handling people.
Speaker:That’s when the husky you met came for me.
Speaker:When I returned, everything was different.
Speaker:You were here, and everyone knew that you’d always been here. And I was yours.
Speaker:Remember that? A shy little Puppy, so unused to the duties of a bedslave.
Speaker:“I remember you had so much fun breaking me in.
Speaker:But you had the Voice, and even though I hadn’t been made for this kind of use, it felt so good to follow your orders.
Speaker:So I did, and I never looked back.
Speaker:Don’t think this is a punishment.
Speaker:You know what happens to us when we’re no longer needed.”
Speaker:Underneath, Markus shivered.
Speaker:“Exactly. So I get to live,
Speaker:and it’s a good life.
Speaker:It is! Don’t laugh at me, Master.
Speaker:I live to please you.
Speaker:And in return, I live
Speaker:to please you. Fair trade, don’t you think?”
Speaker:Memory bloomed. A different supply schedule.
Speaker:New products needed offworld.
Speaker:Carter's Crossing would be getting a new factory, and supplies would be rerouted. Because of the shortages downstream,
Speaker:they would clone a new Phillip to take over operations.
Speaker:No one talked about what would happen to the current Phillip.
Speaker:The implications
Speaker:made Markus' blood run cold.
Speaker:“Do you think that I’m going to be replaced, then?”
Speaker:Markus mumbled. His face was pushed into the plush pillows of his bed.
Speaker:Puppy laughed. “And the new overseer gets two bedslaves to fight over his attention? Oh, as much as I’d love to squabble with you over who gets to take Master’s cock this evening, no.
Speaker:I doubt that’s going to happen.
Speaker:When I was replaced, it was as if I’d never been Markus when I returned.
Speaker:Everyone remembers you.
Speaker:You’re still top of the pack.”
Speaker:“But through all these years, I thought I was Markus.
Speaker:Now that I know—” “Know what?
Speaker:You assume that just because you respond to his voice,
Speaker:that he’s the real one?”
Speaker:Puppy had finished his massage and was tracing little circles in his back fur.
Speaker:“You know, I don’t have any evidence, but I don’t think so.
Speaker:A year ago, I knew
Speaker:I was Markus. A week ago, you knew you were Markus.
Speaker:Today, he knows he’s Markus.
Speaker:I wonder what we’ll all know
Speaker:tomorrow, hmm?” The room was silent for some time.
Speaker:Puppy shifted as Markus rolled over onto his back.
Speaker:Sensing that perhaps his master had returned to his better mood,
Speaker:Puppy shuffled forward
Speaker:and sat squarely on Markus’ crotch,
Speaker:grinding himself down to feel the tip that was slowly throbbing to life.
Speaker:Markus smirked. “Puppy,
Speaker:you’re hard.” He was.
Speaker:Drippingly hard. He must have been sitting awkwardly through the whole massage,
Speaker:so as not to bother Master when it wasn’t appropriate.
Speaker:Now, though, Puppy was twitching on Markus’ belly as he squirmed around.
Speaker:“It’s been a long weekend without you, Master.”
Speaker:That got a laugh from Markus.
Speaker:Then memory flared.
Speaker:“Puppy, would you reach over and get my pants?”
Speaker:He did so, then returned to his insistent grinding.
Speaker:As Markus rifled through his pockets,
Speaker:he lost the battle with the inevitable.
Speaker:Puppy clenched down around his tip
Speaker:and pressed down to get more.
Speaker:“Puppy, close your eyes.”
Speaker:“What’s that, Master?”
Speaker:“Puppy!” On top of him, he felt Puppy shiver
Speaker:as the voice that controlled him returned from its long absence
Speaker:with full force. Puppy’s eyes clenched closed, and Markus heard him whisper,
Speaker:“Master.” Markus opened his
Speaker:hand. In it was the collar.
Speaker:Markus—the real Markus—had put it there as a reward.
Speaker:Or a reminder. He wasn't sure which.
Speaker:He reached up and secured it around Puppy’s neck.
Speaker:He wrapped his finger into the D
Speaker:-ring that adorned the collar’s front
Speaker:and tugged. Puppy came.
Speaker:This was the second and final part of “Shell Game” by Kandrel,
Speaker:read for you by Khaki, your faithful fireside companion.
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